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Isn't It Romantic update
🕑 Added 2020-04-09 00:00:02 +0000 UTC
Laurel tried to keep her love life separate from her illegal vigilante activities, even if her two girlfriends were vigilante criminals themselves and they both looked amazing in form-fitting bodysuits. But this was a calling, in its own way more serious than being an attorney. A mistake there could be corrected, appealed. Being Black Canary was life or death.
Yet the universe was against her. Her bike had been taken out during a high-speed chase, so now she was riding bitch on Thea’s motorcycle. At least, that was the expression. Laurel didn’t feel like a bitch, pressed up against Thea’s back, arms around her waist, feeling that juicy ass against her crotch and that taut belly in her hands.
Fuck, how was she supposed to wait until they got home to fuck that fat ass squeezed between her thighs? How was she supposed to wait another minute? It’d been a good patrol, lots of action, lot of good done and lives saved, but it didn’t feel like it counted unless all the adrenaline stored up at the end got sent off with a nice, hard thrust into Thea’s bowels.
She wondered if Thea could feel the strap-on under her own costume.
“Turn off your comms,” she whispered into Thea’s ear. Breathlessly, Thea complied. So much for Felicity overhearing their conversation. “Are you wearing the plug?”
“Yes,” Thea gasped, an edge of compliance.
Laurel had put it in herself before helping roll her skintight costume up over that fucking amazing ass Laurel couldn’t stop thinking about. So Thea hadn’t taken it out. That was gratifying.
“How does it feel?” Laurel continued. “When you’re riding your chopper?”
“Like I’m gonna come,” Thea breathed, which got a feral grin against her ear.
“You are,” Laurel whispered. “Pull over here.”
“What about Sara?” Thea asked. She was practically whimpering.
Laurel looked over at her sister on her own bike. She didn’t feel the same affection for Sara as she did for Thea. Maybe it was the taboo of Sara being her own flesh and blood, maybe it was lingering resentment over Sara stealing her man back when she’d cared about Ollie being her man, or maybe it was just that nothing could compare to how she fucking loved Thea and that goddamn ass she couldn’t get over fucking. But at the end of the day, Thea was her girlfriend and Sara was just a piece of meat.
Sara seemed to like it that way.
“She knows we’re not on comms,” Laurel told Thea. “She should know what that means by now.”
Thea twisted her bike off the highway, taking the on-ramp down away from the stadium lighting. On the outskirts of the city, the land was already empty. Thea drove them behind a billboard, bushes and shrubs offering further concealment. Sara followed them. She shut off her bike when Thea did.
“Watch the road,” Laurel ordered, working her strap-on out of the suit. “Make sure we’re not interrupted.”
“Thea gets to go first?” Sara whined. “I’m your sister…”
“Who says you get to go at all?” Laurel retorted. “You’re my sister. You’ll understand, right?”
She turned to Thea. Her girlfriend was trying to be disapproving, but she’d been a bratty sister long enough to be amused, a puckish smile on that cute face. Cute even with the mask, the bruises. Laurel was struck by an urge to kiss her cheek. She bent down to do it, but Thea didn’t get the memo. Her soft lips met Laurel’s. They could’ve broken it, but it lingered. When Laurel finally drew away, she felt breathless.
“Mmm,” Thea sighed. “That’s always so nice.”
Sara cursed. She was hotter than Thea. Her tits were bigger and they were on a more statuesque body, a blonde bombshell body. Maybe her ass was smaller, her not being a shortstack like Thea, which made it more appealing to a confirmed sodomite like Laurel, but it was just as sculpted, just as spankable and fuckable and good-looking when wrapped around a cock. So why did Thea have such a hold on her sister?
Growling, Sara stalked over to Laurel and kissed her hot lips, their tongues meeting in a long caress. Thea’s jaw dropped as the two made out, not stopping until Laurel grabbed Sara’s ass, shoving her buttplug in deeper. Sara gasped.
“Good. It’s still in,” Laurel said. “Now I know you have something to sit on while you wait your turn. You watch what I do to Thea. Then you beg for me to do the same thing to you, the exact same thing. And since you’re my sister, I’ll let you come.” She grinned. “Even if it is from getting your ass pounded. Thea, bend over the bike. That ass isn’t yours anymore. You don’t get to hide it now.”
Thea dropped her pants and obediently bent over the bike, shoving her creamy ass into the air. Despite how round it was, it was so taut and toned that it was hard to believe there was an ounce of fat there, yet obviously it couldn’t be all muscle. It looked too soft, even pillowy, for that.
Going further, Thea spread the cheeks of her ass. For a moment, Laurel couldn’t dom her. She just had to stare at her girlfriend’s ass, seeing her wet, hot cunt beneath the plug that held onto her asshole like a jewel in its setting.
“Which do you want, mistress?” Thea asked in a purr. The little brat sounded so smug, knowing how attractive both options were to Laurel. “My cunt or my ass?”
“You mean which do I want to let you give me?” Laurel retorted. “I want all of your fat ass, Thea. I want every drop from your wet cunt. You should learn to stop asking me that, because I’ll take everything and you’ll beg me to take more.”
She leaned over and bit down on the base of the buttplug, pulling it out of Thea and spitting it onto the ground. By the time she was done, Thea wouldn’t need it to keep her asshole splayed open. Then she lowered her mouth down to lick at Thea’s pussy. The girl cooed and shook her hips in enjoyment.
“Mmmm. Hot and wet,” Laurel whispered. “At least your pussy’s figured out what you’re in for.”
Thea whimpered. “Fuck me now, mistress. I want to feel your cock in me… anywhere you put it! Come on, let me have your strap!”
She leaned forward with her hands clasping the undercarriage of the motorcycle, her ass jutting out. Laurel rested her face against it, settling her cheek against Thea’s juicy buttocks. Christ, her ass was even more prominent with Thea arching her back like she was, seeming to will her ass to be an even bigger cock holster for Laurel. Laurel playfully bit at the pronounced curve of Thea’s butt.
“God, where the fuck did your white, blueblood, country club ass get an ass like that?” Laurel demanded. “You should be flat as a pancake, you little bitch.” She looked back at Sara. “How would you like a piece of this, sis? I know you’re one hell of a bottom bitch, but do you think you could be enough of a top to help me fuck this prime steak here?”
Sara just stood there, shaking with need. Laurel could only imagine how she was clenching her asscheeks, crushing them down on the buttplug that had her ready to take Laurel’s strap that very second.
“No, you want to be bent over right next to her.” Laurel licked her lips. “And you want this big dick all the way up your ass. Why don’t you turn around? You chose to run around in skintight leather pants every night. Show us what that juicy peach of an ass looks like in black leather.”
Sara almost gasped as she did it, turning away from them to show off her ass with leather molded to it so tight, that if she were an inch less voluptuous they could’ve seen the plug between her cheeks. Thea groaned, knowing the show she was missing out on by being bent over her motorcycle. Laurel laughed and patted her ass.
“I’m gonna make this bitch some so fast,” she husked. “Then I’ll fuck you. But you can’t watch, Sara. I wanna keep seeing your ass in those fucking pants—so fucking tight it almost seems a shame to strip you. Then, after I’ve fucked Thea wide open, we’ll see how that sweet ass looks wrapped around my cock.”
Laurel stood, her strap-on as big and hard as a physical manifestation of her lust. She lovingly petted the wrists of the hands Thea was using to hold herself open for her, then pushed her dildo into the fiery pucker of Thea’s anus. Thea gasped as she was entered, painfully cringing, but when Laurel stopped going into her for just a second, Thea eased her ass back needfully.
Laurel watched smugly as her lover slowly slipped her sphincter over the phallic shaft, resting her hands on her hips as Thea virtually fucked herself for her mistress.
“Ooooh, shit, it never feels any less intense!” Thea moaned. “Feels like I’m fucking coming—coming so hard it hurts.”
Laurel smiled hotly. “Maybe I’m biased because I love you so much, but I think you have a better ass than Sara. An ass like hers needs to be fucked every day, but with you, Thea—I don’t think I should ever stop fucking your hole.”
“No, don’t ever stop! Fuck me! Fuck me right up my asshole! Nnnnhh! I love feeling your strap-on splitting my asshole apart! I love knowing my ass is nothing more than a holster for all that cock…”
Thea shook her hips, rocking back and forth, pumping her asshole onto Laurel’s strap-on while the blonde stood there, proudly looking down at how eagerly Thea served. She gave that juicy Queen ass a smack and Thea squealed, jiggling her ass even harder, making her puckered sphincter flex as it tried to strangle Laurel’s dildo.
Laurel felt eyes on her. She looked over her shoulder to see that Sara was watching. The crotch of her pants was open and she had her right hand deep inside.
“Dirty girl,” Laurel hissed at her, and Sara shook, eyes rolling back in her head.
Laurel grinned to herself. She’d just made the little bitch come. Maybe her sister couldn’t wait until they got back home. Taking her while she was all hot and bothered seemed like an opportunity not to be missed. Maybe she could make Sara come so much that she’d actually be addicted to it. It seemed just about the only way that Sara could get more enthusiastic about being her bottom bitch.
“Fine. Fuck yourself,” Laurel told her. “But you have two hands. Smack that naughty ass of yours while you touch your pussy.”
Sara gargled a groan, practically foaming at the mouth as she fingered herself with one hand and spanked her own ass with the other. It took all Laurel’s will to turn her attention back to Thea, but she reminded herself of how much she loved the petite brunette. And no matter how she felt for her sister, it wasn’t the same.
But Jesus, maybe Sara was already addicted to being Laurel’s slut.
Hearing the steady clap of Sara’s ass being punished—Sara being too willing a bitch to hold back on her own discipline—Laurel plunged her strap-on into Thea’s ass. Her hands dove like hawks into Thea’s waist, holding her steady as the mistress took over pounding the sub. As much as it amused her to let Thea fuck herself or Sara spank her own ass, there was no substitute for Laurel doing it herself.
Thea rested her forehead on the motorcycle’s foot pedal, while spreading her feet on the other side of it. She couldn’t believe the friction of Laurel’s strap-on rutting into her asshole; she trembled as the heat built and twisted and surged inside her, never letting her grow comfortable with just how fucked she was by the giant dildo. Thea gasped, panted—the harder Laurel fucked her ass, the more she liked it. Her anus felt incredibly open, yet exquisitely tight on every inch of cock that Laurel forced through it.
“Get those sweet tits up here,” Laurel growled, clawing her hand into Thea’s hair and jerked her upright. Thea had to grab onto the motorcycle’s seat to hold herself in place as Laurel kept fucking her ass, but more than that, Laurel wrapped her arms around her. She took Thea’s breasts in both hands, squeezing them hard as she drove her strap-on to Thea’s bowels.
“Squeeze them!” Thea shrieked. “Squeeze my tits, mistress! Pull my nipples and twist them and ram your cock up my ass! Oh shit, you’re fucking my asshole—”
Thea worked her bare ass in a frenzy, dancing it to Laurel’s strap-on as Laurel sodomized her. Feeling Laurel’s hands on her tits, dominating her just that much more, added to the ecstasy filling her body. Hot juices ran down the insides of her thighs while her pussy spasmed. Her clit projected out from its hood, tingling, feeling ready to explode. Her legs shook with growing weakness, her knees threatening to collapse out from under her.
“Come for me, Thea,” Laurel groaned, her bullish breath searing the back of Thea’s neck.
Thea could only squeal. The very next thrust of Laurel’s strap-on sent her pussy into wild, frenzied spasms. She squealed louder, trying to vent the unbelievable rapture she felt. Laurel kept fucking her—no sooner had her first orgasm started to fade then another climax was upon her, stronger than the first, lasting far longer. Her legs were limp and boneless, but Thea held herself up with her numb hands. Her ass couldn’t go anywhere until Laurel was done fucking it.
“Be my slut, my slut that gets off on being fucked in the ass.”
“I am! I am!” Thea moaned weakly. “I can’t stand up anymore. I’m going to fall.”
Laurel hilted her cock in Thea’s ass, leaving no doubt in Thea’s mind how much she had taken. “I’m done with you anyway, bitch. Sweet dreams.”
She eased the strap-on out of Thea. Thea’s knees gave way—she folded over the bike, hanging on either side of it, her breaths hard, her asshole on fire, her pussy dripping wetness down her trembling thighs.
Laurel turned to Sara. Her sister had stripped, her clothes a neat pile on the ground. Sara gave her a twirl. The only thing she wore now was the plug in her ass.
“That’s all you’re going to do?” Laurel asked. “Stand there? After you saw how I destroyed Thea’s ass? I thought you trained with the League of Assassins—did all kinds of kinky shit with Nyssa. Come on, sis. Impress me.”
Sara cracked her neck. She could most definitely impress Laurel, and far more than Thea. Her muscles were limber and ready to move. She lay down flat on the grass, then sat up. Raising her left leg, she manipulated it back behind her bending torso until her ankle was hooked behind her head.
She did the same with her right leg, knotting herself up in a little pretzel of flesh, with her chin directly above her cunt and it leaking its arousal down into her asshole. All three of her holes were now within a foot of each other. She even opened her mouth, to better display to her mistress how usable she was.
“How’s that, mistress?”
“Not bad,” Laurel laughed, going to kneel in front of her. “But you’re still just a piece of ass.”
“That’s all I want to be,” Sara said. “If you loved me, maybe you wouldn’t fuck me so hard. We can’t have that.”
Laurel moved forward on her knees. She offered her cock to Sara’s mouth and those luscious lips automatically opened into an O. Laurel reached out a finger to them, touching Sara’s plump lower lip, then trailing the pad of her finger down Sara’s chin and along her slit and finally to her studded anus. She took the plug out of it. Sara gasped in something like relief, but while that breath was still inside her, Laurel pushed the strap-on into her mouth.
Sara’s lips stretched, but not too far. Laurel stroked it back and forth, taunting her sister by not giving her the whole thing. She never did. Instead, she withdrew the strap-on and aimed it a little lower, into Sara’s cunt.
Laurel didn’t hold back this time. She found out how much Sara could take, riding the thick dildo deep into Sara’s pussy, stroking every inch of her stretching labia. Her juices came flooding out, lubricating Laurel’s strap-on even more.
Sara was just getting used to being hilted by the enormous dildo when Laurel pulled out again, this time going to the rosebud of her anus. Well-trained by the buttplug, it opened easily, Sara’s ass welcoming Laurel’s strap-on deep inside.
“Ooooh, why does it feel so big when it’s in there?” Sara murmured, with a front-row seat to her sister thrusting into her ass again and again. “It’s not that big in my mouth, it’s not even that big in my cunt… gghh!”
“Stop pretending you have some tight, virgin ass,” Laurel sneered at her. “You know you’re my anal slut. You can taste it.”
She pulled her reaming strap-on out of Sara, only to plunge it into her mouth again. This time, Laurel made Sara take it all, forcing it against Sara’s tongue and the roof of her mouth and the opening of her throat.
“Suck. Suck!” Laurel told her. “What’s the matter? You love eating my ass. Isn’t yours as sweet? Don’t you have a tasty Lance family asshole?”
She withdrew her strap-on again and pressed it into Sara’s cunt, never missing a stroke. The strap-on pushed in and out, in and out, while Sara was free to moan and groan. Until Laurel was hilting her with the strap-on, making her pelvis kiss Sara’s face.
Then the strap-on was back in her juicy ass, jammed into its depths. Sara couldn’t help herself. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Laurel’s waist, holding them close, holding the strap-on deep inside her.
Laurel moaned happily as Sara virtually fucked herself. No matter what her personal feelings for Thea and for Sara, they had a lot in common. They both got off being treated as cock sleeves. Sara might have liked it even more, but at the moment, there seemed to be more differences between Sara’s three holes than Laurel’s two bitches. Fuck, Laurel loved seeing the different way that mouth and pussy and asshole took her strap-on. It was like fucking three different women at once. Laurel smirked to herself—if she had her way, she’d soon get to find out how accurate that comparison was.
***
Felicity couldn’t believe it. On so many levels, she couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe that Thea or Sara were anyone’s bitch, much less that Laurel was into dominating them—that Sara’s own sister was currently sodomizing her and Felicity could hear every last word being spoken as two of the strongest women she knew acted like total cock sluts.
She couldn’t believe that Laurel had left the comms on. She couldn’t believe that she herself hadn’t turned them off.
***
Laurel pistoned into Sara—her mouth, her cunt, her ass—one stroke each. She plunged in, pulled out, went to the next entrance, not missing a single beat. Coming over and over again was getting to Sara. She failed to suck the dildo on its latest trip into her mouth, only passively receiving it as Laurel rutted it through her lips. So Laurel brought her strap-on to Sara’s pussy and thrust it violently into there, feeling her sister shudder as she was forced into another climax.
Despite her weariness, her overwhelmed senses, Sara kissed Laurel’s pelvis every time she thrust into her. Laurel went harder, faster into her slit, shortening her thrusts so they came more rapidly. Sara’s lovely body rocked back and forth as she felt yet another climax building in her pussy. The pistoning strap-on wouldn’t be denied. Laurel would get as many orgasms out of Sara as she wanted; Sara had no say in the matter and she wouldn’t want any.
Laurel’s hands went under Sara, gripping her lush buttocks, feeling how Sara quivered as the white-hot dildo fucked her. Sara was panting now, tongue lolling out, nearly rabid in her desperation. She didn’t care how many times she had come. She wanted another one. It was there, just a little out of reach, and she had never needed anything in her life so much.
Her inner muscles tightened, crushing Laurel’s pumping dildo until it almost couldn’t move. Her fingernails dug into Laurel’s ass, pulling her even closer. Laurel slammed into Sara hard, trying to put the dildo into her womb.
She was fucking Sara so hard that Sara would be surprised if she didn’t end up pregnant. If anyone could find a way around the obvious obstacles, it’d be Laurel. It was like she was built to fuck greedy sluts like Sara.
Sara writhed uncontrollably, in spite of the way her legs were knotted behind her neck. The wonderful rush of her orgasm was so close. Laurel had never failed her; she wouldn’t start now. It would happen, was happening, it was there, now, exploding out of her cunt, making her inner folds tighten until Laurel couldn’t even move the strap-on inside her.
Like a white-knuckled fist, her pussy gripped the dildo despite its lubrication and hung on. Climax struck Sara again and again. She gurgled in delight. There was no comparison whatsoever between being the love of someone else’s life and being Laurel’s bitch.
And Laurel grinned to herself as she watched Sara come. Not that she’d ever deprive herself of such a sight, but she wondered how good just the sound of Sara being fucked was. After all, that was all Felicity was getting. But maybe that made it even more enticing.
***
“Oh my God, that’s good, Laurel! Shit, shit, my pussy! Oh damn, fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming!”
Felicity kept hearing a pumping that had to be Laurel’s cock into Sara’s… Sara. Laurel kept pumping and Sara kept coming. It had to be the strongest orgasm Felicity had ever experienced and it wasn’t even hers.
“God, God, I’m coming three times, three fucking times!”
Felicity undid the top button on her blouse. She wondered—if Laurel would fuck her own sister… what would she do to her?
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Shendude
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