Chapter 10

Max gripped my shoulder and his mouth was at my ear again. “I asked you to bend over,” he said, sliding his palm lower pushing gently against the center of my back.

I bent at the waist and elbows, lowering my torso until my breasts pressed against the glass, the steel hoops in my nipples clinking softly. The tightness of them sent thrills through the tips of my breasts and my pussy clenched tightly around the vibrator, which I’d forgotten until that moment, but with the shift of my pelvis was now a very obvious presence inside me.

I turned my head and rested my hot cheek against the cool surface of the table, darting my eyes around in an effort to see where my stepfather was. I couldn’t see him, but I heard him behind me somewhere. A second later I heard a whistling sound and something thin and hard smacked against he lower curves of my ass cheeks. I yelped loudly, the sharp sting bringing water to my eyes. He wasn’t using his hand this time.

“It stings a bit when you misbehave, doesn’t it, Casey?” he said. The whistle sounded again and I braced myself. The stinging smack hit a little higher that time and I cried out again. My hands shot to the curved edge of the table and clutched tightly at it. I was determined not to move or cry, even though the whipping fucking ~hurt~ this time. It wasn’t anything like the broad smacks of his hand, and it left behind a much deeper burn that tingled all the way to my clenching pussy. I found myself craving another stroke just so I could be sure that’s what it was that made my entire body feel alive with excitement.

Suddenly the egg inside me buzzed to life and my hips jerked at the abrupt sensation of pleasure that gripped my lower body. My knuckles grew white from my grip on the edge of the table. The vibration was too intense and right against that sensitive spot inside me that Max had so expertly discovered last night with his cock. The buzzing stopped and I took a breath, but just as I was about to relax, the vibrations started again, followed by another swift, stinging stroke of the switch. A soft sob escaped my throat, partly from the pleasure, and partly from the pain. Max paused again for the span of a breath, leaving my body still and unassaulted both internally and externally.

I braced myself for the strike and the vibration, and they came in tandem again, multiples in quick succession. Overwhelmed by the sensations that claimed my body, my mind grew hazy, every ounce of my attention focused on my throbbing core and the molten heat of sensations that spread through me. Just when I believed I couldn’t possibly feel any more aroused another sensation joined everything else. Cool wetness touched my ass, alien and shocking in contrast to the heat of the whipping and the ache in my pussy. A tiny part of my brain managed to interpret it as lube, but only when the rounded tip of the steel plug pressed against my tight little hole. I clenched reflexively, gasping at the unexpected invasion.

Rick’s jeans-clad hips slipped into my field of vision and he squatted down. “Relax, honey. It won’t hurt.” His gaze moved down my side, his blue eyes fixed on Max’s steady, slow probing with the tip of the plug. “It’s not quite as big as it feels.”

“It feels huge,” I said, laughing.

Rick reached out an arm and the press disappeared from my ass. His hand came into view again and he held up the gleaming object. I’d seen the one Max had used on me the night before, and this one was slightly bigger. It was about the length of my thumb and teardrop-shaped, but no thicker at it’s widest end than Max’s cock.

“Is it…it’s to stretch me so you can fuck me, right?” I asked.

“Mostly it’s just to give you a new sensation, but yeah…your ass needs some prep before it gets fucked, if that’s what you want to happen. Do you like the way it feels?” he asked.

I nodded and started to say exactly how much I liked it, but my words flitted from my mind when a light, warm touch brushed down over the sensitive, slick flesh between my cheeks. Max’s fingertip made a slow circuit just around my clenched opening and then pressed.

“This is just my finger, baby. Do you like this?”

“Oh, God, yeah.”

“Do you think you can take the plug? I need to do other things with my hands.”

~Like spank me~, I thought, a little giddy over all the different options I had. Rick and Max were the ones with all the experience, and I had so very little. I wanted to know everything, though. Max hadn’t said I couldn’t ask, either.

“First I want…” I hesitated, biting my lip and staring at Rick’s tan face, embarrassed for the first time about what I wanted to ask.

“What is it?” he asked.

I almost couldn’t get the words out, as distracted as I was with Max’s finger teasing me.

“I want to see you,” I said. “See if you’re bigger than…~that~.” I shifted my eyes to the plug.

“All right,” he said and stood. “Hold onto this for a sec, will you?” He placed the shining object in my hand and I held it, surprised for a second by its weight and how warm it was after being held in Rick’s grip.

He tugged his t-shirt over his head while I watched and his tan, tattooed muscles rippled as he stretched. He sat again, taking his time to unlace and pull off his work boots and socks, mostly keeping his eyes on mine while he did so, though he seemed to share what looked like a meaningful glance with Max every few seconds.

The light teasing of my ass didn’t stop and I found myself reflexively tilting my hips to meet Max’s touch. The first time his finger slid deeper I let out a breath of surprise, but didn’t jerk away. The friction felt so nice, just beyond the tight barrier.

Rick slid his jeans off his hips and I swallowed thickly, eyeing his hips and the gorgeous, long cock. His shaft jutted from the trimmed gold thatch between his thighs. He was shaped different than Max, his length a little less thick but no less beautiful. He curved upward slightly and was a little bit longer, without any piercings, but with Max’s slow stroking of me from the other end I was losing my grip on the present. All I knew was that Rick looked beautiful, stark naked and poised just in front of me. He seemed so casual about it, too, thighs flexing while he bent down to tidy up his discarded clothing, stuffing his socks into his boots, and folding his jeans and t-shirt before setting them down on the chair. He reached out and took the plug from me again.

“This what you wanted?” he asked, holding the plug beside his cock so I could see. He was thicker, but not by much. But the plug itself by comparison seemed like nothing more than a silly toy with it’s shiny surface. Too perfect and pretty compared to the raw, throbbing length of flesh that Rick still gently held by the tip to give me a full view of it. He even turned slightly so I could catch another angle. He was thicker from the front than from the side.

I blinked, trying to articulate a response between my fascinated observation of him. But all I could think about was that if, somehow, I could accommodate the width of that plug, then I could probably, ~almost~ take Rick’s cock, too.

“What do you think? Too much for you or do you want to try again?”

I could only nod. Rick smiled and passed the plug off to Max again. A fresh, cold squirt of lube hit my ass followed by the pressure of the heavy, tapered tip of the plug. I relaxed and closed my eyes. My breathing accelerated with each slow push of it into me. It was more than uncomfortable, in spite of the lubrication, and I loved it. My clit throbbed harder the more my ass was stretched. Just when I feared it would tear me in two, the vibrator kicked on and my core exploded into sensation. All at once, the plug slid deep, the harsh stretch subsided only slightly but was replaced by a solid fullness, and Max’s fingertip found my clit and rubbed it just as perfectly as he had the night before after spanking me. Only this time he used his other hand to rain down a steady, quick series of blows against each ass cheek in quick succession.

I screamed my ecstasy and reached my arms out blindly. Rick grabbed my hands and squatted down before me. Through the haze of pleasure all I saw were his blue eyes and gold hair. I wasn’t sure if I said anything—all I could think was how much I wanted his mouth on mine, and then suddenly it was there, his lips pressed hard and his tongue meeting mine as I hungrily devoured his kiss, using him as the anchor to carry me through the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life.