I Kissed A Girl (and she fucked me) 3

Rihanna snaked her fingers in and out of Katy’s sex, then pressed some of the seeping wetness into her tight little anus. The feel of Katy, from her wetly accepting cunt to her reluctant anus, made Rihanna’s pussy throb wildly. She felt like holding the base of the strap-on down on her pulsing womanhood and letting the two grind together until she got off.

Goddamn, this sexy white bitch had her buck wild! She wasn’t going to let Katy off without knowing how she felt. Rihanna took hold of the dildo like a machete and pressed it into Katy’s frantically cringing anus. And all Katy could do was smile at the camera and pretend it was all part of a show.

“OHHH, yeah, Riri, play with my ass! I love it when you take charge, baby, you’re so good to me! And I have such a great ass, don’t I? And you’re such a good friend, such a special friend—I love making special friends like you! I hope I make some guy friends that are as nice as you, Riri. They might have fun with my ass just like you’re doing! It’d feel so nicEEEEAAAHHH!”

Katy cried out, feeling the unstoppable probe now demanding entry to her asshole. The pressure was unbearable; a monstrous presence demanding impossible concessions. First one inch had to stretched to accommodate, then another, then another. It was insane! She’d die! No one could take all that was being rammed inside her, not in the ass! It was perverted! Depraved! Only a crazy person could do this to another human being!

That was it. Rihanna was crazy… completely off her rocker. And there was nothing Katy could do but go along with her insanity.

Rihanna pushed harder, working away the tightness of Katy’s defensively clenched portal until it had no choice but to give. Still, she was careful. She didn’t force the strap-on inside—not exactly. She put pressure on the aperture until it surrendered, gave in, as Katy’s body always would. It had been well-trained, during their brief affair, to know the pleasure that would come when it betrayed itself.

Katy’s low, soulful groans almost consumed the quick wet sound of the strap-on’s tip popping inside her. And now Rihanna was in, going deeper, steadily deeper, through the tightly resisting passage nestled away inside Katy’s wounded white ass. Katy gasped, her pretenses at anal virginity at an end. Rihanna looked down at Katy’s hole, barely able to believe the steel-tight crush of her anus, making the silicone cock actually squeal under the pressure.

Rihanna reached around Katy’s body and grasped her heaving breasts, giving her added leverage to plow the strap-on into her violent trembling body. As always, she wished she could experience the tightness of that pink asshole firsthand, but it was almost as good to feel the effect she was having on Katy’s body. All of the white girl was quaking, quivering, rebelling against the perverse usage she was being put to. All but her lips, for every sound she let out was one of strained enjoyment.

Rihanna leaned in to lap at Katy’s ear. “Isn’t it fun being an anal whore again?” she whispered. “Only you’re not going to find any guy friends to fuck your ass—they won’t have time. I’m gon be in that booty morning, noon, and night. I’m making up for lost time; can’t believe I didn’t clock that you were such a slut I could just ass-fuck you anytime, whether or not you wanted to break up. Yeah, this is what I shoulda done the moment you started that conscious uncoupling shit. Shoulda just bent you over and reminded you who that hole belongs to. How ‘bout it, Katy? Y’all remember yet?”

“AAAHHHIIHH! GGAA!”

Katy felt like her body had split apart. The pain seared her all over, like she was boiling alive in the sweat that consumed her body. That great ramming dildo was wrenching her asscheeks apart. It simply couldn’t be possible they were still connected to each other, not after such intense pain. That enormous pillar of silicone had stretched her tiny little sphincter until her mind fled, buzzing like a housefly over memories of how it had been once… her and Rihanna… when the strap-on had been much smaller, doused in a lot more lubricant, and she’d been a lot more willing.

Pleasure stalked out of those reminiscences, but stopped dead in its tracks, butting against the wall of her current pain. Katy found it impossible to believe she ever could’ve enjoyed this, even as she remembered herself coming, the pleasure mounting moment after moment until she’d actually come from being fucked in the ass. That could never happen now.

“How many inches are in your ass now, Katy? Three? Does that feel like three inches? This is a pretty thick strap-on, but there’s no mistaking three inches and four inches, is there? You tell me, baby girl… you’re about to take four.”

“GOOODDD! HHHH! PPpleeease! You’re killing me!” Katy sobbed.

She was nearly unconscious with the sheer intensity of all she was feeling, jolt after jolt of sensation endlessly flying from her impaled hole. Her long black hair glistened from the tears that had landed in it as she swung her head from side to side; seeming now like she once more had doused herself in glitter.

Deep, guttural sobs rocked her body and behind her she heard Rihanna grunting and gasping in lewd enjoyment as she pumped unremittingly in and out of Katy’s asshole. The horror of what she must look like hit Katy: she looked at the camera and could only hope her performance was taken as particularly good acting. At least the audience couldn’t see it from the other end—that lust-driven strap-on impaled deep between her quivering cheeks, thick black hardness shoved inside her like a massive tree growing between two rolling hills. Now the strap-on shifted far inside her, as though alive, and Katy shrieked.

“My ass! Oh shit! AIIEEEE!”

Rihanna laughed harshly. “You were a lot more adventurous when you were younger, baby girl. You loved a little pain. S&M, remember? Yeah, that’s another song we should’ve done as a duet. Not that I ever needed whips and chains to get you on all fours with a dildo ‘bout ready to come out your mouth. Nah, I just needed elbow grease and a big fuckin’ turn-on, like how you gon come even though it hurts like hell!”

She made her strap-on jump inside of Katy, laughing at her whimpering pleas and the obscene excitement that ran through the white woman at her filthy words. Then Rihanna looked down, enthralled, as she pulled back, leaving only the tip of the dildo inside Katy’s tightly puckered orifice. The little ridges of stretching pink flesh were pulled along for the ride. It was hypnotic; that was how deeply she’d fucked Katy, brought out into the light of day.

But it was still boring in comparison to fucking Katy. Rihanna lunged forward, taking as much of the heated depths of Katy’s ass as she could get. God, it was good to fuck her! Both worth waiting for and maddening in how she could’ve been doing this the whole time, instead of letting Katy play around like a straight girl.

The intense heat was gorgeous, breaking against her groin as she stoked the flames inside of Katy, hammering her dildo far into her wild asshole. Katy screamed loud and long and that was good too. She knew Katy would enjoy this—Rihanna wanted to give her enough pain so she had to admit it was worth it, worth how much it hurt, because nothing else got her off like this.

Katy knew the inhuman wailing coming for her hoarse throat was the sound of a whore being well-used. She couldn’t help it. She was caught between orgasm and hellish pain and the combination was too much for anyone to bear. She almost wished she could die, die instead of feeling this agony, this agony that she loved so much because it meant she was fucked and fucked by Rihanna and fucked good.

She felt Rihanna begin to thrust into her for real now, obscenely forcing her heavy strap-on in and out of Katy’s pain-wracked body. It was no use to scream. No amount of pain would deter Rihanna. She liked hurting Katy; hurting her and making her like it. Completely subjugated now, Katy was completely lost in her own degradation. She ducked her head, trying to hide her face in the sheets beneath her.

Her tears were like acid burning her eyes, while each sob jogged her body, making her feel anew the terrible pain inside her defenseless ass. She thought about what would be left when Rihanna was done. Her cock-drunk, fucked out body, lying for hours in front of the webcam, drooling and glassy eyed, unable to think of anything but how good the sex had been.