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Isn't It Romantic 6
🕑 Added 2020-01-16 23:00:02 +0000 UTC
“Okay. Why not?”
“Wonderful,” Sara chimed. “You’re a lot easier to get along with now that you break the law regularly. Who knew that to get the stick out of your ass, you had to put one in Thea’s?”
“Someone is going to hear you,” Laurel muttered.
Sara pulled Laurel along. “You don’t mind, do you? Using Thea as my… you know… anal fuckhole?”
Laurel refused to give Sara the gasp she wanted for her indelicate turn of phrase. “No. Why would it? We agreed that you ask permission to play with her and I loan her out to you.” Despite herself, though, Laurel’s voice turned husky. “Because she’s mine. Her hole belongs to me. I let you use it, but you can never own her ass the way I do.”
Sara’s face twitched. She actually looked turned on for a moment, though Laurel couldn’t imagine why she’d be aroused by the thought of someone else domming Thea. “Maybe you should call that ass of hers and tell her to bring it down here. Smoking jay always makes me horny.”
“Me too,” Laurel teased. “What makes you think I’d share her?”
“Relax, sis. I know her booty is yours… God, sometimes I just wanna be there while it belongs to you. You have no idea how much of a natural top you are. Nyssa’s been fucking ass for hundreds of years and she couldn’t break Thea’s butt the way you do.”
Laurel’s ears burned. “Christ, I am definitely not high enough for this conversation.”
Sara chuckled as she pulled Laurel into the head shop. “You call Thea, I’ll get the party favors. We’re gonna rock hard enough to wake the dead—again.”
Four hours later, Sara woke from her smoky haze to feel her clit being stroked: soft, wet, warm, wonderful sensations surrounding it again and again. She gasped and wiggled at the never-ending cacophony of feelings her dream lover provoked in her. The folds of her cunt was sucked on, licked, bitten with impossible skill, bringing her to life better than the Lazarus Pit ever could.
“Aghhh! Yes! Ahh—shit—hnnhhh—fuh—fucking…”
Sara’s confused senses reeled even harder as her body spiked with another orgasm. Hands were pulling at her ass, opening the tight buttocks, dragging her hips out of position, and then there was a tongue snaking between her asscheeks, stroking her tender anus with ladles of moist heat…
“Fuck!” Sara gasped, ripping her way out of the sheets that straitjacketed her to see Laurel’s ass above her face, pert buttocks clenched as if with the same pleasure she was feeling, and then the wet, glossy cunt, literally dripping its arousal onto Sara’s face. She could not have been more seduced than she was in that moment.
“Gghhh!” Sara groaned, feeling a hot tongue stabbing into her asshole, entering her, owning her ass and making its only purpose getting fucked by Laurel.
Sara’s eyes rolled. She mewled as the wet, warm tongue crawled around the rim of her anus. Nyssa had been the women who first made her aware of the ecstasy that came from playing with her asshole, but not even she could top Sara the way Laurel just had—fucking her and making her love it, love every aspect of being Laurel’s anal bitch, love the sheer thought of it so hard that she could get off just imagining it.
But she didn’t like the thought of being Laurel’s ass slut nearly as much as Thea did, watching Laurel fuck her own sister and wondering if she had looked as turned on when Laurel made her a cock holster.
“I think that’s enough foreplay,” Thea said. “Ready to make it official?”
Laurel pulled herself up from Sara’s cunt, her ass. Bleary and aroused as she was, she recognized how weird it was for Thea to be in front of her—her dainty lover as adorably sexy as ever in a crop top and jean cut-offs—while she was supposed to be sitting on her face.
Thea hoisted a strap-on harness. “I brought this so you could fuck my ass, but it looks like Sara needs it more.”
“Sara?” Laurel asked in confusion, rolling off of Thea’s body to see her sister’s face where her girlfriend was supposed to be. Sara looked sexual and satisfied and hungry for even more from her panting expression to her curled toes.
“I always thought I was a switch,” Sara said. “I don’t know anymore. I don’t know if I can top anyone while I remember wanting to get fucked so bad. I want you in my ass, Laurel. I don’t care if it’s right or if it’s wrong. I just need it. I need you to break my ass and I don’t care if that makes me your bottom bitch forever after that.”
“Jesus Christ,” Laurel said. She was trying to reach for horror, but what Sara had said had her pussy throbbing like crazy, shooting up into the sky. She needed the pressure of a strap-on against it, holding her in—making it so she could fuck Sara’s nice, tight ass instead of exploding herself.
She made one last-ditch effort to get away, to get off the bed that held her sister and their incestuous lovemaking, but she stumbled into Thea and Thea felt so good too. And so did the strap-on she wrapped around Laurel’s hips.
“You think I haven’t been able to tell?” Thea whispered in her ear. “That you’ve been thinking of her when you fuck my ass again and again and again? Get it out of your system. Make her your whore. Then fuck both of us. You’re too good a top to have just one bitch.”
Sara scooted to the foot of the bed, rolling so that she was bent over the side, her face down on the bedspread and her ass offered up to Laurel. She even reached back to open her buttocks wide for her.
“Put it in me, Laurel, please,” she moaned, almost orgasmic just with the possibility Laurel was going to fuck her. “Why should Thea get to have all the fun? We’re sisters. We should take care of each other… play with each other…”
“Oh God…” Laurel sighed, her attention split between Thea and Sara. Thea was on her knees now, throating her strap-on the way she did when Laurel commanded her to clean it off, but that wasn’t what was happening now. She was lubricating it, getting it ready to go in another woman’s ass.
And Sara… Laurel reached out to gently caress Sara’s offered ass. It felt incredible. The perfect combination of soft and firm. Like a pillow Laurel could sleep on for years.
“Shit, that feels good,” Sara sighed. “But Thea’s right. I’ve had enough foreplay. Every hour I’ve spent wanting you and not having you has been turning me on, getting me wet—I’ve been thinking about you ever since we shared Thea.”
“Thea,” Laurel whispered in a haze. She realized she had one hand on Thea’s bobbing head, one hand on Sara’s perfect ass.
“When you topped her… when you made her want to please you so bad that she’d even come just to satisfy you…” Sara shivered, on the precipice of ecstasy. “I wanted to be her so bad. I still do. Fuck me, Laurel. I’ll love it, I know I will. I’ll love being your bitch so much.”
Laurel pulled her strap-on out of Thea’s mouth. Thea was too much of a submissive not to miss it a little, no matter how eager she was to see Sara bottom too. She watched as Laurel came up behind Sara, rubbing her dildo between Sara’s spread buttocks, smearing Thea’s own saliva on her anus in a kiss with the spit she herself had bestowed as she rimmed her. Then Laurel lurched forward, sending her entire cockhead into Sara’s asshole. The tiny puckered sphincter opened up like a flower to let the dildo in.
Laurel gripped Sara’s generous hips and ground her shaft further into Sara’s ass. She wanted the tip in Sara’s bowels. Sara’s body shook as Laurel lunged into her and while Thea watched, she reached down into her pants. She felt a swell of pity for Sara as she touched herself. Sara had seen how Laurel fucked her, known how good it was for Thea, but she’d had to wait all this time for her turn. A good thing Laurel was making up for lost time.
Laurel’s face was contorted with lust as she forced the knob inside of Sara, ignoring Sara’s grunts and groans as she was sodomized for the first time since parting with Nyssa. “Quiet!” she snapped, even smacking Sara’s ass to chide her as Sara’s eyes rolled back in her head. Laurel was every bit as dominant as she had wished for and more.
“Naughty little cunt,” Laurel continued. “Can’t help being a slut—screaming for every inch of cock you get…”
“Yes, Laurel!” Sara gasped, fucking back, driving her luscious ass back into Laurel’s thrusts. “Yes, I’m such a slut! I love your cock so much!”
Thea was amazed by how animalistic Sara looked. The cool, cocky White Canary that she knew was gone. This Sara was a bitch in heat, one who enjoyed being brought to heel even more than the sex itself.
“Faster!” Sara cried. “Faster! I’m a dirty slut, Laurel, you can fuck me like one!”
Tightening her hold on Sara’s hips as if she were trying to break bone, Laurel slammed brutally into Sara’s asshole. The dildo completely disappeared up Sara’s ass, Laurel’s groin slapping against Sara’s buttocks like a spanking hand.
Thea whipped her fingers in and out of her pussy. “Don’t stop!” she gasped herself. “Keep going, Laurel! Fuck her harder! Fuck that whore sister of yours harder! She can take it! She’s a little anal slut, Laurel! She’s getting off on being your bitch!”
Laurel grunted. As willful as Thea was being in mouthing off, she was right about what a whore Sara was. Laurel couldn’t believe that her sister was taking a strap-on up the ass like this, begging for more, clearly relishing every moment of being an anal bitch. The strong, self-confident superhero that Laurel admired so was acting like nothing more than a hole for Laurel to fuck. She even seemed proud of herself, proud of being Laurel’s cock holster. It almost angered Laurel, seeing what a whore her sweet sister was being, and she poured that anger, and the lust that went with it, into pistoning her strap-on into Sara’s well-stretched anus.
Thea watched Sara’s body ripple with Laurel’s fucking, breasts bouncing wildly, fat ass jiggling, and she fingered her pussy like there was no tomorrow. She couldn’t even wish it was her in Laurel’s place. Somehow getting fucked herself didn’t seem as erotic a prospect as how Sara was getting fucked.
Laurel reached down to rub Sara’s clit, making her sister all but lose consciousness, splayed out on the bed while Laurel fucked all the pleasure out of her ass. “You dirty fucking slut, Sara. You are enjoying being my bitch! You love having me top you even more than you loved fucking Thea! You’re a born—bottom—bitch, aren’t you?”
Sara squealed with delight as Laurel pinched her clit, making her come so hard it was painful—or maybe it was painful so she came so hard. “Yes… yes, Laurel… I love it… love it… please be my mistress… want my ass to belong to you… want to get fucked like this whenever I can!”
“Whenever I feel like it, you mean.” Laurel slapped Sara’s ass hard enough to leave a red imprint in the shape of her hand. “Can’t believe my own sister is such a slutty bottom. I let you share my girlfriend, Sara. I let you help me fuck her. Now you’re even more of a bitch than she is.” Laurel looked over to Thea, the brunette practically cross-eyed with enjoyment as she masturbated, the heat of the Lance sisters’ fuck pressing in on her. “Thea! Get over here! We’re going to share Sara. You’re going to top her too.”
Thea whooped with joy as she jumped from her chair. She slid in front of Sara, barely pausing to push her pants down before she shoved the blonde’s face into her groin.
“Fuck yes!” Thea crooned. “Eat my pussy, Sara! You’re my bitch now.”
Sara hungrily licked her cunt even as Laurel ravaged her ass. The sight of her sister eating out her girlfriend made Laurel hotter than ever.
“You little sluts!” Laurel breathed, her breasts heaving as her cunt warmed, rubbing slickly against the base of her strap-on. “You hot little whores! You’re both my bitches! Shit, I’m fucking coming!”
Laurel hilted her strap-on into Sara, holding all of it inside her as she came. Thea watched Sara’s face as she came too, body trembling, mouth gaping open, eyes rolled back in her head. She rutted her pussy into Sara’s ecstatically contorted face, speaking for all of them:
“Sweet Jesus!” Thea moaned. “I’m so glad—I’m your sister’s—bitch!”
They collapsed as one. Laurel fell to her knees, resting her head against Sara’s ass for a close-up view of the gaping hole she’d turned her sister’s anus into. Sara stayed facedown in Thea’s pussy, her hair dampening as it caught the juices that trickled out of her fellow bitch. And Thea laid against the headboard, asshole twitching, wondering how long it would take before it was her turn to be Laurel’s cock holster.
Laurel pulled herself away from Sara’s sweaty ass. “Thea, go get Sara a buttplug. Now that I own her ass, I expect it to be kept nice and splayed at all times.”
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Shendude
Oh my. This is insanely hot.
