Laker Girl update

Sam seemed a lot happier, not just having to be a dom, but being an anal bitch too. She bent over the bed, dropping her shorts, showing Moon all the holes she could fuck. Though to Moon, it seemed a little like she was taunting her with the little dimple of her anus and the smooth, hairless slit of her pussy—neither gaping open at all, showing no sign of how hard Moon fucked them. That would have to change.

Moon shucked off her skirt. She’d been wearing her strap-on under it, the head tied to her thigh by a rubber band. Once she slid that off the shaft, the whole thing popped up, shooting out from her crotch like a lightning rod. Moon spat a glob of saliva into her hand and worked it into the dildo, from the tip to the base. She did it with her other hand too, again and again until the head and at least some of the shaft were slippery.

Her mouth was almost dry, but she licked her palm—picking up a little of the petrochemical taste of the dildo, freshly washed and without yet having entered Sam’s body—later she’d try it again and see what of Sam’s flavor it had picked up from fucking her. And, with her fingers wet, she inserted one into Sam’s anus. Then another. Rubbing them in and out, relaxing the muscles until Sam’s hole opened wide. Sam wiggled deeper into the bed, bracing herself on it and reaching her fingers out to the other side of it, preparing to receive Moon and however much penetration her girlfriend decided she needed.

Moon felt it, in her hands, in her mind, in every moment she looked at Sam. The beautiful, supple body of her girlfriend bent willingly before her. Absolutely ready to fulfill her every whim. And she was bringing Moon to her limit.

Moon ran her fingers down the cleft of Sam’s ass; felt her lean backwards into the touch. She was at Sam’s asshole, finger pushing into her, opening her anus, entering her, claiming her, and Sam gladly accepted being owned.

Moon stretched her wider and wider, reaching down to slick her palm with the juices from Sam’s wet pink snatch, then going back between her svelte little buttocks and rubbing that wetness into the pink ring of muscle that was still tight enough to belong to an anal virgin. But each time they were together, it felt a little looser to Moon. All the Miyagi magic in the world couldn’t reverse all of what Moon had done to her.

Not both Moon and her mother…

Moon put the strap-on at her asshole. The opening still seemed way too small for the dildo to pass through, but they both felt the same heat—tension and lust, readying Sam to take it and Moon to force it in.

She needed this as much as her bitch did, needed it just like this, needed to feel that snug asshole trying to keep her strap-on out but letting it in anyway, needed to feel Sam’s shudder as she was impaled all the way.

Deeper, deeper into her, thrusting with one slow but irresistible roll of her hips. Sam cried out, but it might as well have been to an empty room. Moon knew she liked how it hurt. She did it to Sam willingly, knowingly. Enjoying it. Knowing it was what Sam lived for. She couldn’t be Moon’s anal bitch and expect her top not to ass-fuck her.

But it wasn’t just Sam’s fantasy. As much as she liked being helpless, Moon liked taking advantage of that vulnerability, completing Sam’s need and giving her the dominance she craved. If Sam was sick, Moon had the same sickness. She needed to feel her asshole stretch, hear her cry out, know that it was as much agony as rapture.

Yes, she wanted to force together the two feelings in Sam’s mind, to not just experience those things but feel them as Moon wanted her to feel them, sense not just the pain and pleasure but how Moon was fucking her, how Moon felt about her. Can you feel how much I love you? I wouldn’t fuck you this way if I didn’t love you, if I didn’t know how much you love it. I need to do this to thank you for showing me how good it can be… being fucked…

And Sam knew there was nothing to be done about where her glutinous sexual appetite had led her. She’d been addicted to dominating women, ass-fucking them, and now she saw how glorious it was to be on the receiving end of that. How could she stop herself from partaking?

She knew there were plenty of women who didn’t have it in them to be anything but submissives. Moon, thankfully, wasn’t one of them. She let Sam feel the same incredible pleasure that Sam had given her. Only she was more of a switch than Moon was—was more of a sub than a dom—didn’t have Sam’s bone certainty that her willing victim would enjoy being sodomized, that she could make them enjoy it.

Or maybe she just had the patience to make Sam beg when Sam always felt the need to just gape that goddamn fuck-hole and know that anal bitch was hers.

“I want it up the ass!” Sam pleaded. “Please!”

The walls were too thin for Tory not to hear this. It made her a bit glad that they were all sharing the love, so to speak. She knew how Amanda liked having her strap-on sucked and she surely would’ve put it in Tory’s mouth once it was done stretching out Sam’s asshole.

Moon grabbed Sam by the waist, wanting to grip her hair, having that extra power she always felt when she was pulling it like a horse’s reins while feeding a strap-on into her ass, but that would have to wait. She needed her other hand free to bring the dildo into Sam’s asshole, where the motion of her hips could roll it right in and begin the fuck.

This was the third time Moon had entered her. She loved starting and stopping the sex, bringing Sam to a fever pitch of desire as she wanted it more and more, while confirming to herself just how badly Sam needed the painful experience.

She did. The same way Moon had needed it when she’d been the one on her knees, her head hanging low, her pretty ass presented to her lover like a prize.

Moon wondered if it was this way with a pure sub, or a pure dom. It seemed to her the only way this could really work was if they both know that this would hurt, but that once the strap-on was inside, the pleasure would be so much greater than the pain had been. So much more exciting than the simple delight of being fucked in the cunt.

Moon strained to get the thick dildo into Sam’s reluctant anus. She had to grunt before she felt it explode through the small opening and into her anal passage. There seemed to be no end to that space and Moon felt like all she was fucking was the tiny hole of Sam’s sphincter.

Sam’s inner muscles convulsed powerfully around the strap-on, going with how Sam bucked and cried out, until they both came. Moon collapsed on Sam, the two of them sinking even deeper into the mattress than Moon had fucked her into it.

***

Tory had listened to the whole thing, playing with her clit, imagining it was her getting ass-fucked. Once, it probably would’ve pleased her to think of Sam being an anal slut. Now, it just pissed her off that someone else was getting used as a cock-holster around here… even if Tory were just a few minutes removed from being on the receiving end of Amanda’s anal fuck, thinking that she couldn’t take any more of the torturous orgasms she got from being sodomized.

Still, that was then, this was now. Slipping out of Amanda’s arms and leaving her to her sleep, Tory padded naked from one bedroom to the next, walking right in on Moon and Sam.

“Oh,” Sam said simply, caught between the compromising position Tory had found her in and the fact that she had nothing to be ashamed of. Tory was the maid, with all that entailed. What did she have to worry about—Tory begging to get her ass filled?

“Hi there,” Moon said, patting Sam’s naked body casually while enjoying the sight of Tory’s. She, as usual, seemed congenially incapable of shame. “Have you been fucking too?”

“I have,” Tory breathed, her dark eyes drinking in their naked bodies. “Sam’s mom can really pound it in.”

“Can she?” Moon nodded. “That’s good to hear. Older women are so unappreciated in our society. I really hope I’m having good sex when I’m her age.”

“How about right now?” Tory asked.

Sam smirked, feeling Moon’s hand stroke her hip. “We’ve got it covered.”

“I can see that,” Tory cooed, walking right up to them to grasp the big strap-on Moon still wore, holding it up as if to demonstrate to Sam what she’d just taken up her ass. “God, don’t you just hate feeling these go into you? But then they take ‘em out of your ass and you hate that even more…”

Sam bit her lip, amazed she wasn’t more embarrassed. She guessed it was because no one here was any less horny than she was. As weird as it was, she’d carved out a space for herself. With people, as weird as they were, who gave her what she needed.

She stared at Moon’s cock unashamedly. The tip, still smeared with lubricant, seemed to glow like a lightbulb. “I don’t hate when it goes in. Moon makes me love it.”

Tory looked at Moon. Moon grinned back at her.

Tory had her usual filter about such matters: “So, which one of you wants to fuck me and which one of you wants to watch me be fucked?”

“I think Sam should do it!” Moon cried excitedly. Then, in the same high, innocent voice: “Since her mom couldn’t cock your ass enough to satisfy your slutty cunt.”

Moon shucked off the strap-on and Sam pulled it on, thinking momentarily about how weird it was for Moon to so willingly relinquish being the dom, giving it over to someone else. It was what she did, of course, but not so—easily.

And it wasn’t that Moon didn’t enjoy fucking her ass. Sam was sure of that. She just… looked forward to one pleasure too much to linger on another pleasure. Sam wasn’t sure she’d ever get there herself, but she was glad Moon had. Amanda was a full-time dom and Sam didn’t know if the household could take another one of those.

“Now let me clean that off for you,” Moon said. Kneeling on front of Sam, she took the strap-on into her mouth and sucked adoringly on its length, cleansing it of the taste of Sam, that taste she’d emblazoned on its shaft herself—fucking Sam harder and harder.

Tory watched the massive dildo pass in and out of Moon’s lips, looking forward to having her anus grip and swallow it the same way. But Moon wasn’t in the same anticipatory rush that she was. She wanted this to be an integral part of their threesome. It was only to gratify the other two that she slurped her lips from the tip of Sam’s strap-on, leaving it looking shiny and new, if dripping with her saliva.

“And I’d better do the same for you,” she said, smiling at Tory.

“Huh?” Tory asked.

“Your ass. I don’t suppose Mrs. LaRusso tongued it off after she was finished fucking it, did she?”

Tory gasped and Sam gulped. Neither of them were much used to Amanda being spoken of so off-handedly.

“Come on, Tory, let me get you ready for how hard Sam fucks,” Moon enthused.

It struck Tory as strange—Moon seemed too soft-spoken to be a dom, Sam wasn’t telling her what to do, yet here she was. Knees and face on the carpet, hands back at her ass to spread her buttocks open. How could Moon be topping her when what she wanted was to lick her bottom’s asshole? And yet, Moon knelt down next to her upheld ass. Both Sam and Tory were equally shocked, fascinated.

Moon patted Tory’s hands, as if to thank Tory for opening her ass for her, and ran her nimble tongue up the cleft between buttocks, across the hole Amanda had left gaping. She lapped up and down inside that crater, then kissed Tory’s pussy, eking a moan out of a woman awed by the feel of a mouth on her asshole.

Then Moon fit her lips to Tory’s anus and fucked her tongue inside. Tory went mad, gasping and keening, unable to believe how good Moon’s tongue felt. She churned wildly, grinding her ass into Moon’s eager face, her juices running out of her flaring cunt.

Moon kissed and tongued Tory’s tender asshole until the girl had almost been worked to an orgasm, the excitement of how Amanda had opened up her ass returning. Then Moon pulled away.

“No! Don’t stop!”

“We’re not stopping,” Moon promised, pulling Tory up onto her hands and knees.

Sam was hovering over them, mouth hanging open, strap-on jutting out like a ramrod. Moon pulled on it, bringing Sam down onto her knees behind Tory.

“I want you to have her ass,” Moon said, her usually lilting voice now deep and husky. “Fuck her good like you fucked me… like I fucked you.”

Tory was clearly burning to fuck—Sam remembered the sight of Moon going down on her and felt the same way, even if Moon had only been mouthing an inanimate hunk of silicone. Something about Moon’s willing… sex-positive… sluttiness just imbued the whole night with a fever.

Her pussy throbbed against the base of the strap-on. Tory’s asshole puckered and pulsed. They were both desperate to act on the lust Moon had given them. Sam didn’t know if this was topping from the bottom, but she was determined to give Moon exactly the fuck that her girlfriend had arranged.

Sam pushed the tip of her dildo into Tory, slipping easily into her gaping, well-lubricated hole. Her instincts took over and she fucked Tory with fluid strokes. Tory dug her hands into the floor and managed to hook her heels behind Sam’s thighs, doing what little she could to hold Sam in place while she got fucked doggy style.

Then Tory stretched forward, like she was being tortured on the rack. She quivered with lust; banged her hands on the floor. Sam’s big strap-on rutted into her, forcing submissive pleasure from her well-trained body. It actually lifted Tory’s slender body up as Sam pumped against her buttocks, their flesh slapping together, both of them needing what they were doing.

Moon watched, entranced. But that wasn’t enough for her. She had to join in. Lowering herself onto her belly, she laid on top of Sam’s kneeling legs and bowed her head to the other woman’s undulating ass. She ran her tongue up the cleft of Sam’s ass—thankfully untouched by the strap-on’s harness—and tickled its tip at Sam’s anus. Letting the pistoning Sam was doing into Tory’s own ass bring her sphincter back to Moon’s licking tongue.

Sam gasped. She’d never even imagined this before, somehow being Tory’s dom and Moon’s bitch all that once. But it felt too good to question. She and Moon would share Tory, just like Moon and Amanda shared her. They’d share everything.