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Peyton sucked the cock into her throat, knowing that it was what she wanted. Did it count as power—this insane mess of a relationship shift, where she wanted this cock and was getting it and did that mean she was powerful or Liv was? Or that there was any power at all, other than the urges that were too large for them, that they were trying to fulfill in some small human way?

Her nipples were burning hot. Her tangled panties with soaked with her juices. Christ, whatever this was, she was enjoying it incredibly. Why hadn’t she let Liv do this before? Why hadn’t Liv done it before? If this was what she was meant for, how could two smart women have failed to realize it for so long?

“I could watch you throat that thing for hours,” Liv moaned. “But I’ve got to have your ass. Lie back and let me have those panties.”

“My ass?” Peyton asked, even as she stretched out.

Liv took away her panties and Peyton lifted her hips to help her get them off. Now Liv was staring directly at her moist cunt lips. Shame finally pierced all the passion she was feeling. She tried to close her legs.

“No!” Liv told her, giving her a blunt spank on the hip. “You show me everything! It’s all perfect—why would you want to hide any of it?”

Peyton allowed Liv to pull her legs apart.

“Shit, does that look edible. But I need you to roll over. I can’t take that ass belonging to me for a second longer without making it my fuckhole.”

And then her tongue was lubricating Peyton’s puckered hole. Peyton cried out in sheer surprise: not only feeling something ream into her asshole, but immediately realizing it was Liv’s tongue.

“Jesus, Liv, holy shit, I can’t believe it! What’re you doing to me?”

Liv stretched out on her belly and pressed her face between the taut hills of Peyton’s ass, working her tongue against the tight little opening. She managed to get the tip inside and Peyton moaned deeply with the unexpected pleasure that careened over her.

“You’re licking me! You’re fucking licking my ass! Oh, Liv, I can’t believe—can’t believe how good it feels!”

Liv worked her tongue in deeper, feeling Peyton’s rectum becoming slick and loose with the wetness of her massaging tongue. Peyton moaned steadily, her eyes rolling back as Liv sawed and probed and licked wherever her tongue could reach. Peyton’s hips jerked with blinding speed, slapping her belly against the carpet over and over again.

Then suddenly Liv was up on her feet, grabbing Peyton by the ankle and giving her a tug.

“Holy shit!” Peyton cried, feeling Liv’s arms cinch around her waist and pick her up.

“I can’t wait any longer!” Liv growled. “You’re getting on your belly and you are going to give that ass to me. No more foreplay. It’s mine now.”

In the bedroom, she thrust Peyton down onto her belly just like she’d promised. Peyton saw herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bed. She couldn’t believe the sight. Naked, with Liv naked too, and a huge strap-on cinched around Liv’s waist.

“God! Fuck!” Liv cried, staring at her and seeming apoplectic as Peyton laid there, a vision of voluptuous loneliness as she impatiently rolled her hips.

“Well? What’re you waiting for?” Peyton asked teasingly. “I thought my ass was yours?”

Liv set her teeth on end. “I should’ve brought a camera. I wanna remember this: you, so ready to be fucked, even when you don’t know what it’ll feel like. Hell, you’re probably afraid of it, and you’re still so turned on.”

“You could always get a camera,” Peyton reminded her, her pulse racing. She knew she was poking a bear, but Christ, it was good to feel how bad Liv wanted her. For all the people who complimented her beauty, none of them had made her feel as lovely as Liv and her oh-so-urgent need. “I think there’s one in the—”

“No! Shut up! Don’t tempt me! I need to fuck you. That ass has gone unclaimed for far too long. Spread your legs!” Peyton did, only to hear Liv snap impatiently: “Wider!”

Liv grabbed her legs and forced them apart until Peyton was practically doing the splits, touching both sides of the bed with her feet.

“Hey! I’m not a cheerleader anymore, Moore!”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, Charles,” Liv snarled. Then made a face. “Okay, the surname thing loses something when yours sounds like a British gentleman.” She patted Peyton’s ass. “You good, Peyton? Nice and comfortable? I wouldn’t want to break one of those hot legs. Just your asshole.”

Peyton felt a delectable thrill run through her. She wondered just how cruel, how vicious this brain was. She knew Liv loved her—but who knew how hurtful, how humiliating this would be when that love was filtered through God knew what.

It turned Peyton on.

Liv mounted her. Peyton felt the monstrous strap-on wedge between her buttocks, forcing them wider. Liv placed the domed head against Peyton’s tiny, puckered anus. It excited her as much as it scared her.

Liv’s voice whispered hoarsely into her ear: “I know you’re an anal whore, Peyton. Now I’m going to help you realize it. And it won’t matter if the next brain I eat is a goddamn opera singer; I’ll still remember how much you love being fucked in the ass.”

“W-wishful thinking, Moore,” Peyton panted, shuddering with far more than fear. If Liv was this sure that it would feel good, feel marvelous—then it had to be worth how much it would hurt.

“Oh yeah? We’ll see. We’ll see right in that mirror. Get up on your knees, Counselor.” Liv smiled moonily. “Ooh, I like the sound of that. Way better than Charles.”

It was useless for Peyton to struggle. Liv was on top of her and deceptively strong. Liv lifted her hips up and Peyton did as she was told with the slack her roommate allowed her. She glanced at the mirror as she folded her knees under her—seeing her ass thrust up, split wide, helpless before the massive sex toy. Liv spat in her hand and stroked some more saliva into the strap-on as she looked down gleefully at Peyton’s tiny, defenseless opening.

“Remember how you told me that your job keeps you on your feet for most of the day? You’re about to be real thankful for that, Counselor.”

Positioning the thick tip of the strap-on at Peyton’s asshole, Liv started to push. Spreading the edges of Peyton’s sphincter out wider and wider until Peyton thought she would split apart before she opened anymore.

It hurt! The pain was intense, more than even when she’d lost her virginity. She couldn’t stop squeezing her anal muscles, trying to force Liv out, to make the pain stop.

“Too much, it’s too much, Liv, I can’t take it! You can’t put it in my ass, it’s too big! You’re tearing me apart!”

Liv smiled frostily. “What kind of mistress would I be if I denied you the pleasures of being an anal whore, just because you got a little scared?”

She pressed harder. Felt Peyton fighting her, but knew it was meaningless. She was stronger. She had the knowledge of what Peyton really wanted.

“Don’t fight it, Counselor. Relax. Because it’s going in one way or another. It’ll be a lot easier on you if you just loosen up and let it happen.”

But Peyton could only gasp and cry out. She cursed relentlessly, letting out all the pain she felt. Then she bit her tongue and stared into the mirror, seeing her body flat on the mattress, her ass up in the air and Liv’s enormous strap-on plunging into her straining hole.

As she watched in helpless rapture, Liv flexed her hips and got inside her another inch. The massive cockhead pushed into her, stretching apart the tender walls of her rectum as it went.

Peyton yelled out in agony. Liv pushed harder, making Peyton think she would pass out long before she managed to take all of this toy into her ass. Her vision was blackening. More and more of the thick, hard penetration claimed her virgin asshole.

“So tight,” Liv moaned. “God, you should see how that tiny little hole is stretching, pulsing. How does that feel in your pussy, baby? You can probably feel it right to your toes.”

“Take it out, Liv! Please, take it out! You can have my pussy! You don’t have to fuck me in the ass!”

“Shut up, Peyton! Mistress Liv knows best. And Mistress Liv wants her spicy little Peyton to be an anal whore now. Can you do that, Peyton? Can you take it up the ass if your mistress tells you you’re going to end up loving it?”

It was too much for her. Too much pain. Peyton knew she couldn’t take it. She’d pass out. Her ass would be ruined forever.