How to take a Russian rectum with a little help

I stood there catching my breath, watching Annely sprawled on the lounger with my seed still leaking from her freshly claimed cunt. She looked utterly spent, her chest heaving, those perfect young tits rising and falling with each breath. But Irina wasn't done with her yet.

"Turn her over," Irina said, her voice thick with renewed lust. She was already moving, her small hands gripping Annely's hips and flipping her onto her stomach. Annely whimpered, still sensitive from her deflowering, her pale ass now exposed to the warm evening air.

"Irina, wait," Annely mumbled, her face pressed against the cushion. "I can't... I'm too sore..."

"Nonsense," Irina purred, kneeling beside her and running her hands over that virgin ass. "There's one more hole he hasn't claimed. And you're going to give it to him."

She spread Annely's cheeks, revealing that tight, puckered rosebud. It was pristine, untouched, the sphincter clenched tight in nervous anticipation. I felt my cock stirring again at the sight—already half-hard from the aftermath of breeding her, now thickening rapidly at the prospect of her ass. But it was mainly Irina´s behaviour which made my cock grow hard so quickly again. This maternal teaching she was giving Annely how to get fucked like a good slut.

"Look at this perfect little asshole," Irina cooed, leaning down to place a kiss right on that forbidden entrance. Annely gasped, her entire body tensing. "So tight. So innocent. But not for long."

She looked up at me, her green eyes gleaming with wicked intent. "Get over here. I'm going to hold her while you break this last cherry."

I moved into position, kneeling between Annely's spread legs. My cock was fully erect again, slick with our combined fluids, the purple head swollen and demanding. Irina positioned herself beside Annely, her small hands gripping the girl's waist firmly, holding her in place.

"Please," Annely whimpered, looking back over her shoulder with wide, frightened eyes. "It's too big. It won't fit."

"It will fit," Irina said firmly, her fingers digging into Annely's hips. "And you're going to take it like the little slut you are. No lube. You don't need it—you're wet enough from his cum, and your cunt is still dripping. That's all you need."

First I rubbed my cockhead up and down through her cunt lips to wet it and then positioned my cockhead against that tight ring of muscle, feeling the resistance immediately. Annely's sphincter was impossibly tight, clenched shut in fear. I pressed forward gently, feeling the heat radiating from her, the tightness that promised paradise once I breached it.

"Relax," I commanded, gripping my shaft and rubbing my slick head against her hole, coating it with the mess of cum and arousal from her pussy. "Push out. Let me in."

"I can't," Annely cried, her knuckles white as she gripped the cushion. "It hurts already and you're not even—"

I pushed harder, feeling that muscle ring begin to yield. The resistance was incredible—like forcing my way through a velvet, warm vice. Annely let out a sharp cry, her body trying to squirm away, but Irina held her strongly.

"Stay still," Irina ordered, her voice harsh with arousal. "Take it. Take that big cock in your ass. You're a born slut, Annely—this is what you were made for."

With a grunt of effort, I finally breached her, the thick head of my cock popping past that tight sphincter. Annely screamed into the cushion, her whole body going rigid as the pain hit her. She was so fucking tight—I could feel her muscles clamping down on me, trying to expel the intrusion, but I held firm, not pushing deeper yet, letting her adjust to the stretch.

"Shh, shh," Irina whispered, but there was no mercy in her voice—only excitement. She leaned down to speak directly in Annely's ear. "Feel that? Feel him in your ass? That's where you take a real man, you little whore. Not in your cunt—that's for breeding. But your ass... your ass is for pleasure. Pure, filthy pleasure."

I began to move, slow, shallow thrusts, working my cock deeper inch by agonizing inch. The passage was tight—so tight it bordered on painful for me, the friction incredible, her inner walls gripping my shaft like a fist. Annely was sobbing now, tears wetting the cushion, her body trembling beneath me.

"It burns," she gasped. "Oh god, it burns so much..."

"Good," Irina said, her hand sliding under Annely's hips to find her clit. "That means you're taking it properly. Now be a good girl and start enjoying it."

She began to rub Annely's clit in tight, insistent circles, her fingers slick with the mixture of cum and arousal leaking from the girl's pussy. At first, Annely just whimpered, the pain overwhelming, but slowly—so slowly—I felt her begin to relax around me. Her sobs turned to moans, her hips starting to push back against me instead of trying to escape.

"That's it," I groaned, picking up the pace, sliding deeper now, feeling her bowels yield to my invasion. "That's my good little anal whore. Open up for me."

"Fuck her harder," Irina commanded, her fingers working furiously on Annely's clit. "She can take it. Look at her—she's loving it now."

It was true. Annely's cries had changed timbre, the pain transforming into something else, something desperate and needy. She was pushing back against me, her asshole now accepting my thick shaft, the tight passage still gripping me but no longer fighting me.

I began to ram into her, long, deep strokes that buried me to the hilt in her hot bowels. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the terrace—wet, obscene slaps of flesh against flesh, punctuated by Annely's rising moans and the gasps of the guests who had gathered closer to watch this anal defilement.

"Oh god," Annely babbled, her head thrashing from side to side. "Oh god, oh god, it's so deep... I can feel him so deep inside me..."

"You're taking him like a pro," Irina praised, her own breathing ragged as she watched my cock disappear into Annely's ass again and again. "Such a quick learner. Such a perfect little anal slut."

She kept working Annely's clit, her fingers dancing over that sensitive nub, and suddenly Annely's whole body convulsed. Her ass clamped down on my cock so hard I nearly lost my rhythm, her scream of orgasm echoing across the terrace.

"That's one," Irina laughed triumphantly, not letting up on the girl's clit. "Give me another. Cum on my fingers while he ruins your ass."

I was pounding her now, relentless, savage thrusts that drove the air from her lungs with each impact. Her ass had surrendered completely, the tight passage now a hot, slick tunnel gripping my shaft, massaging it with every stroke. The sight of my thick cock disappearing into her small body, the way her ass cheeks rippled with each thrust, the knowledge that I was the first to claim this forbidden hole—it was driving me toward the edge.

"Cum again," I commanded, my voice rough with impending release. "Cum on my cock, you little slut. Show everyone how much you love getting your ass fucked."

Irina's fingers worked magic on Annely's clit, and with a wail that sounded like surrender and triumph mixed together, Annely came again, her second orgasm ripping through her, her body shaking violently, her ass muscles spasming around my shaft in rhythmic contractions that milked me relentlessly.

"Fuck," I groaned, feeling my balls tighten, the pressure building at the base of my spine. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to fill your ass."

"Yes," Irina hissed, her eyes meeting mine, wild with arousal. "Fill her bowels. Dump your seed in her intestines. Make her yours completely."

With a roar that drowned out the applause from the watching guests, I slammed deep one final time and erupted, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself into her ass, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding her tight passage. The sensation of my release triggered something in Annely—she came a third time, her body going limp, collapsing completely onto the lounger, only held in place by Irina's grip on her waist and my cock buried deep in her ass.

I kept thrusting through my orgasm, slow, grinding movements that worked every drop from my balls into her bowels. When I finally pulled out, a stream of my cum followed, leaking from her gaping, well-fucked asshole, running down to mix with the evidence of her deflowered pussy below.

Irina released her grip, and Annely simply lay there, unmoving, her body a canvas of our depravity—hickeys on her neck, her ass red from my pounding, both holes leaking seed, her face flushed and tear-streaked but utterly blissful.

"Perfect," Irina murmured, dipping her fingers into Annely's gaping ass, scooping out some of my cum and bringing it to her own lips. "Absolutely perfect."

She leaned down and kissed Annely's shoulder, then looked up at me with a grin. "I think she's ready for the regular roster now. Don't you agree?"

I collapsed onto the adjacent lounger, reaching for my warm mojito, and raised it in a toast to the trembling, broken, beautiful girl who had just discovered the depths of her own depravity.

"Welcome to the Mansion, Annely."

To be continued.