Laker Girl update

Tory pressed two fingers into her sex, rubbing madly at her clit. Her eyes were locked on Sam and Amanda. She watched Sam go into spasms, her once-hated rival’s eyes rolling back to show their whites as her flesh jerked and shuddered. Then, as if Sam’s anus was an electrical socket, powering whatever was plugged into it, Amanda began to buck wildly.

Tory could almost hear the impacts as Amanda thrust the dildo so hard into Sam’s convulsing, tightening asshole—its phallic bulk shouldering aside Sam’s clenched passage and then being squeezed out when Amanda withdrew.

As she watched mother and daughter writhe together in climax, Tory’s own excitement reached a fever pitch. She saw stars as she came, growing faint from the intensity of her rapture.

“Ohhhh!” she gasped. “Oh, YESSS!”

Tory squirmed, flashes of light bursting behind her eyelids, her climax drenching her masturbating hand. Her toes curled and her hands balled into fists. It felt so good—sharing in Sam’s submissive orgasm while enjoying the fact that the bitch was being dommed too.

Amanda pulled her strap-on from Sam’s well-used asshole. Sam knew her place now, knew what was expected of her as well as any of their old victims—and she was just as enthusiastic about it. She swung around on her hands and knees, mouth opened, and devoured over half of the enormous dildo, sucking her own taste from its shaft.

But it wasn’t enough for Amanda. She pushed her daughter away, spun her around, forced her onto her hands and knees, and forced Sam to show her the gaping hole she’d made of her daughter’s once-virginal anus. Flush with acceptance of her new role, Sam even reached back and held her buttocks apart, displaying just how fully Amanda had reamed her out.

“What a slut!” Tory muttered under her breath. “A total bitch for being ass-fucked… well, now she knows how good it feels. You’re a cunt too now, Sam LaRusso…”

Amanda breathed heavily. Sam’s whorishness obviously got to her too. She shucked off her dildo, kicking it aside, and Sam knelt in front of her, kissing her bare cunt. Amanda moaned, held her head, accepting Sam’s sexual submission as her rightful due.

She came, her juices flowing right out of her pussy, and Sam opened her mouth to catch it. Her mother’s cream ran down her chin and neck, dribbled onto her breasts. Tory watched while Sam drank her mother’s steaming ejaculation.

“Lucky bitch,” she moaned. “Lucky, lucky bitch—Amanda never would’ve come for you that hard if you weren’t her daughter. Born on third base skank.”

Sam shoved her face into Amanda’s lap and drank directly from her mother’s slit, sucking and gulping as rapidly as she could. When Amanda finished creaming, she gave Sam’s hair one sharp tug and Sam slithered up like a snake in search of warmth, her cheeks bulging with a mouthful of liquid, and she pressed her lips to those of her mother.

They embraced, kissing, sharing the last of Amanda’s wet orgasm, its evidence leaking from the corners of their mouths. Their throats bobbed as they both swallowed. Tory had never wanted to join in on something so fervently in her life; never been more afraid of rejection. She pressed her nose to the doorknob, watching in abject shock what looked like a heaven she would never get to enter.

Then Amanda whispered something in Sam’s ear. Nodding, her naked daughter walked to the door. Tory froze, too scared even to flee, as Sam opened the door to show her off to her mistresses.

“Mom says it’s your turn,” Sam said, and Tory felt her asshole pucker—the much-gaped sphincter doing its best to summon up tightness, to at least put up some resistance to how roughly Amanda would use her.

She knew her dom liked a bit of a fight from her anal bitch.

***

Moon couldn’t have been happier when, while Sam was having her over for dinner one night, her mother announced, “I think I’m going to bed early tonight. I’m exhausted!”

“You do look a little tired, mom,” Sam piped up. “You don’t think you’re coming down with something, do you?”

“No, nothing like that. I think it’s just all that… tennis we’ve been playing. I ache all over.”

Sam suppressed a smile. “Yeah, me too.”

Amanda and her daughter had been at it virtually nonstop, fucking every chance they got. It was all starting to catch up with the older woman.

“You mind if I stay over?” Moon asked, her heart pounding with excitement. “It doesn’t have to be anything big. We’ll just watch a little TV and go right to bed.”

“Why not?” Amanda replied. “So long as you’re ready for school in the morning.”

Moon was aching for Sam’s touch, for the feel of her hot pussy taking Moon’s strap-on. She couldn’t wait until Amanda went upstairs to bed.

They helped her with the dishes, then said goodnight—Amanda went up to her room. Once they heard her door close, Moon took Sam into her arms, fingers digging into her firm little ass.

“I’m so glad you figured out you’re a switch,” she whispered, Sam happily returning her passionate kisses. Their hands were all over each other’s bodies, as if trying to make up for the lost time since they’d last been able to be together. “Shame you’re so embarrassed about it being Tory that helped you figure it out. C’mon, you can admit it—“

“I’m telling you, she didn’t top me!” Sam insisted with a petulant scowl. “And I don’t want to get into how I started… doing that. Just be happy I let you fuck me there.”

“Oh, I am, sweetie. And as soon as your mom’s asleep, I’m going to show you. Like, finally a night to ourselves—wow!”

Moon’s excitement was infectious, even if it still irritated Sam that she couldn’t accept that Tory hadn’t initiated her into being on the receiving end of anal sex. Not that Moon would ever believe or accept the truth. The important thing was how she felt Moon’s hand slip under her T-shirt to caress her pert breasts.

Unlike her mother, Sam wasn’t in the least bit tired from all the sex she’d been enjoying, whether it was with Moon, Tory, or her mother. She was ready for a long night with Moon. When she was in her arms, all the others were forgotten.

They stood in the kitchen, kissing passionately, Moon’s hands sweeping over Sam’s body, practically undressing her right there. “Such a tight little ass!” Moon enthused, giving a light slap to Sam’s glutes. “And those abs are like a rock garden… maybe I should get into kung fu.”

“Uh-uh, baby. I like you nice and soft.” Sam stopped Moon from sliding a hand down her waistband. She wanted them to hold back, not just so Amanda could safely slip into unconsciousness, but to make the anticipation of their night together all the sweeter.

“Tell me you’ve missed me,” Moon cooed, like it’d been months since they’d been intimate instead of days.

“I don’t have to,” Sam said, her voice shaking. She took Moon’s hand and pressed it between her legs, letting her feel how hot her cunt was burning.

“We’d better be careful when we get both our pussies out,” Moon sighed, combing her fingers through Sam’s long hair. “We might burn the house down. And I like your tan. All those trips to the beach with your new friend Tory…”

Her voice trailed off, not accusing, but not disavowing her jealousy either. Sam chose to ignore the loaded, but unasked, question. She knew Moon wouldn’t have any problem with a little polyamory, but until then, she kinda liked making Moon jealous.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Moon said—all that green-eyed business making her horny, just as Sam expected. “Your mom has to be asleep by now. You two must have been playing a hell of a lot of tennis.”

Sam blushed. “She doesn’t get much exercise. I guess I wear her out…”

“You’re doing her a favor. Women her age like getting a full eight hours of sleep.” Moon took Sam’s hand. “Come on, sugar, let’s go! My snatch is on fire!”

Sam couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as they went past Amanda’s door, but she knew the feeling of Moon’s creamy skin would mollify it. They went into Sam’s bedroom and quietly shut the door behind them.

***

“It’s time to see what that little asshole can take,” Amanda said, as she always did when she had a new strap-on to break in and the same gaping, sex slave cock-holster to use it on.

“Please, no, not that,” Tory quickly said. “It’s too big. Can’t you use your fingers? One of the other dildos?”

But Amanda was too turned on to bother with their back and forth. Seeing Moon and Sam about to jump each other’s bones had gotten to her. And then there was Tory—her wonderfully broken, happy Tory, who knew the place for her as on Amanda’s bed, her ass up, her face down, hoping only that the sight of her naked, supplicant body might inspire a sexual whim in her mistress that Amanda wished to indulge.

And how could it not?

Amanda stepped into the strap-on’s harness, lubed the dildo up, and pushed it between Tory’s buttocks. The maid felt it slide along her valley and skid past her asshole. She wiggled her hips, trying to keep it off-target while Amanda attempted to rut the strap-on into its destination.

“Hold still,” Amanda told her firmly. Not raising her voice, but definitely letting her know that this was no time to play hard to get. She spread Tory’s cheeks with her hands and kept pumping her dildo at that little asshole. “You know this is where you belong and this is where my cock belongs. I want my strap-on in your ass. That’s where it’s going.”

Despite Tory’s mewling protests, Amanda kept trying until she managed to get the tip of the strap-on against Tory’s sphincter.

“Too big!” Tory pleaded, but with one hard, vicious push, Amanda forced her strap-on inside. And Tory was too much of a slut not take it all, even when its length neared the hilt and Tory really felt it tunneling into her hole, stretching her tender rectum’s virgin depths until she did not see how there could be more of her bowels to fill. As Amanda pushed into her anus, Tory’s breath abandoned her lungs.

Amanda’s strap-on plunged in and out, powering through Tory’s asshole like a speeding piston. That first burst of pain that had marked Tory being initiated into holstering a yet larger dildo than the one before (and the one before that and the one before that) was gone now. In its place was a warm glow that filled her body, mingling with the arousal and desire she already felt.

Tory was close to orgasm. And when Amanda drove the strap-on into her so deep that she felt the mother’s thighs against her splayed buttocks, there was no way she could keep her climax from blasting through her flesh. She thrashed and shook with the transition from her body belonging to her to it being given over to the woman who treated her to such pleasure.

“I’m coming!” Tory cried. “I’m coming from being Amanda LaRusso’s ass-fucked bitch!”

Looming above and behind her enthralled body, Amanda grinned. It’d taken time, but Tory had learned how to thank her dom for treating her like an anal whore.

Tory hunched up at her sodomizing strap-on as hard as she could, really feeling its length reaming out her sphincter from tip to base. Every inch of the strap-on found a home inside her. And Tory was built for it, built for anal sex. Her hole sucked and clenched on the strap-on, milking it for cum like a hungry mouth, but although Amanda came, nothing flooded Tory’s anus no matter how deserving it was.

Tory cursed, feeling Amanda quiver with the orgasm she’d brought herself to, but it gave Tory nothing except the satisfaction of being Amanda’s cockhole. Which was some considerable satisfaction, but it paled next to her desire to be sodomized even more. Only Amanda sagged against her, breath burning between her shoulder blades.

“Oh, that’s a good girl,” Amanda panted. “That was incredible. Your ass looked so good around my cock.”

Tory bit a fold of the tangled sheets beneath her. As grateful as she was to be used by Amanda—there was a reason she wasn’t the mother’s sole property…