Laker Girl 7

Amanda too felt the pressure of Sam’s dildo sharing almost the same space as her own. Tory groaned, moving with a new ferocity—jerking wildly with her openings clamping down on the strap-ons that were fucking her.

Tory’s juices rushed against Amanda’s groin and thighs and she knew the bitch was coming. It stunned her a little, how malleable this beautiful girl was, how she was coming so hard from such dirty, depraved things being done to her. Even now, her lovely little cunt was sucking, slurping as she ground her cunt in circles against Amanda’s plundering strap-on.

And then she sagged forward onto Amanda, panting and cooing with the strain of feeling such pleasure.

Sam, looking down at Tory’s asshole clasping spasmodically around her strap-on, felt nearly overwhelmed. For all her talk of Tory being an anal whore—she wasn’t quite sure she could please this slutty bitch. Even if it meant not having Tory all to herself, she was glad her mother was there. She wanted to find out from her how to properly break this slut in. She knew she wasn’t up to it—not yet—but Sam also knew she just had to have this cunt addicted to bottoming for her.

“Mom, do you wanna… do you wanna show me how to fuck her in the ass?”

“You’re doing a great job, sweetie,” Amanda said, rolling her strap-on into Tory’s still body as best she could to draw out her orgasm. “But if you want, we could both ass-fuck her. If you really want to show her she’s our ass-fuck bitch… heh… she’ll never forget that.”

“On the bed.”

“Uh-huh.”

Sam drew out of Tory’s asshole slowly. She stood, wrapping her arms under Tory’s armpits. Amanda did the same at Tory’s feet, helping her daughter carry the girl to the bed. Sam repositioned the cameras to capture what would happen next. Then, while Amanda cleaned off her strap-on and applied fresh lube to it, Sam got into bed with Tory.

Tory’s eyes were wide, watching Sam approach her. In some crazy way, she’d bonded with Sam as the one who wasn’t really fucking her, who wasn’t degrading her and dominating her the way that Amanda was. Now she felt the oddest sense of betrayal as Sam hooked her hands under Tory’s knees and drew them up high, high and wide open.

Tory’s breathing rushed as she looked up at Sam. She’d just been emptied and she still felt the fullness of having them inside her, stuffing her, cramming first one small, taboo space and then the other, until there was nothing sacred about her hidden places, just the hateful pleasure of being used. And it was about to happen all over again.

Sam looked down at Tory’s enticing pussy, a plump labia covered with soft hair the color of butterscotch, running down to either side from the deliciously wet, flaring slit in-between. “Can you imagine,” she whispered down to Tory, “how it’s gonna feel when you’re spending every moment, of every day, wearing a plug up that hot ass? Feeling your loose hole trying to close up on it, but knowing you can’t? Knowing, with every flicker of sensation, that your ass belongs to me and it’s only a matter of time until I fuck it again? God, a whore like you… I wonder how many times a day you’ll come, just thinking about it?”

Tory looked down between her luscious breasts to see Sam mount her, aim her strap-on at Tory’s buttocks, then guide it in. Her anus stretched and yielded by degrees. It had barely begun to close up after she’d been sodomized, but it still felt tight, tight and far too small for the monster being pressed into it, forcing her sphincter to give way.

Tory’s breath vanished in a gasp when Sam eased herself inside of Tory’s asshole, her weight supported on one arm while the other held Tory’s left leg out of the way. Her right was pinned down under Sam’s knee. Their eyes locked while Tory was penetrated and it didn’t stop, but deepened, Tory’s tight passage giving in to every inch of girthy cock Sam forced upon her.

Tory looked down to where Sam was impaling her—caught a glimpse of her tender anus swelling outward with the fat intrusion into it—but Sam never stopped looking at Tory’s wide-eyed, disbelieving stare. Before, Tory had been half-delirious with Amanda’s strap-on before Sam had ass-fucked her. Now, the sodomy was all Tory could think about.

Amanda watched, obsessively polishing her big strap-on to a lubricated sheen, while her daughter sank her own strap-on into this gorgeous, willful girl. Tory’s mouth opened wide as Sam’s dildo slowly disappeared from sight until all of it was buried in the bitch’s asshole, raw and red already and only going to get more so.

When Sam was all the way in, she lowered herself down into the lusciousness of Tory’s breasts, which pillowed against hers. Tory’s legs, one of them trembling in the air, slipped into a quivering V-shape before folding around Sam’s lean hips as they rose and feel, driving her rampant dildo in and out of Tory’s rectum.

Amanda bit her lip, knowing the heady, pleasurable rush of power that her daughter was enjoying. Not wanting to deprive Sam of that, but at the same time, wishing she could have it herself. But she couldn’t fuck Tory for Sam. This was for Sam’s benefit, not hers. So she stretched herself out on a nearby chair, stroking her strap-on, rubbing its base against her mound to bring back the lascivious sensations she’d enjoyed until she’d had to take her dildo out of Tory’s juicy little pussy.

“Hhhhnn… Sam…” Tory gasped as she came, great shudders exploding through all of her body. Her nails scratched at Sam’s back, giving a shape to the sounds of her moans and whimpers, until the noise of her orgasm finally died down, leaving only how her cunt was still squeezing the dildo in arrhythmic spasms.

“I want more,” came the echoes of a thought in Tory’s mind, ringing so maddeningly that it came as a shock when she realized she had spoken.

“I’ll take care of you,” Sam promised, still fucking into Tory’s warm asshole, but Tory’s head was lolling to the side. This was good, this was the best, but she needed better. She couldn’t just be taken care of. She had to be fucked. She had to be a whore. She could have sex with anyone, but who other than Sam could ever fuck her? Sam and her mother…

Her half-closed eyes took in Amanda. Tory stretched out her hand for the mother, curling her fingers in open invitation.

At first Amanda didn’t notice, as far gone in the sex as the two women actually participating in it, but then she saw. She got up and walked to the edge of the mattress. Tory’s hand could reach her strap-on. She touched it… wrapped her fingers around it… stroked it slowly, timidly, feeling the slickness of lubricant like a flood somehow contained to the phallic contours of the dildo. Amanda took a deep breath, smiled, and tossed her head back, as if relishing the touch Tory was giving to her so readily.

Sam kept sodomizing Tory. “Please don’t stop,” Tory urged her quietly, her voice strained, hoarse, which made her begging all the more erotic. “Don’t stop, please.”

“You like it?” Sam whispered, watching as Tory’s hand fervently kept moving up and down her mother’s strap-on—a woman who wanted more and more, more than Sam could give her, except by letting Amanda… help.

“Yes, I—I can’t help it. Can’t stop myself.” Little noises of pleasure invaded Tory’s words, interrupting them as they passed through her throat. “Keep going. Hnng! Please keep—ggh!—going.”

“I won’t stop,” Sam promised her. “I’ll give you more.”

“Ah! AHH! I’m sorry… you… nnh… feel so nice inside me…”

“Really?”

“Wanted it to be like this… ahh… with Miguel… why can’t he… ohhh GOD… like this?”

“I will,” Sam said, her fingers rolling down to Tory’s clit, feeling the stirrings deep within her flesh where the strap-on was sliding back in forth in her snug asshole—getting less snug by the moment. Sam petted her clitoris in time with the strokes of her dildo.

“It hurt before,” Tory said softly, her body not missing a beat, undulating to the rhythm Sam demanded of her, giving everything she had to Sam’s thrusting strap-on.

“I’m sorry. It was the only way.”

“How’d you make me like it? I’m sore, but I still like it,” Tory told her.

Her words were calm, speaking to someone she’d bonded with, someone she trusted to please her and not really hurt her. Her mind may have shattered, but the pieces had fallen where they’d needed to fall, with her trusting the source of this much-needed pleasure she was receiving. It only made sense to give in.

And Sam was pushing so deep into her, planting herself almost in Tory’s bowels before making a quick, sucking pull out of her anal passage and nearly disappearing from her asshole. Each time, Tory keened at the certainty that Sam would come all the way out of her. Each time, Sam only thrust back in.

Sam could see Tory’s eyes misting with the tears of frustration, now finally allowed to be shed as the sodomy relieved them. Somehow more aroused than ever by Tory’s dependence on her, Sam fucked her harder. Every orgasm she gave Tory was taking away her insecurity and building the relationship between them. Solidifying Tory’s identity as her whore, her cocksleeve, her anal bitch.

Amanda had seen the same thing, although she could only catch the odd word out of their quiet conversation. Whatever they were talking about, though, it didn’t really matter, only that they were talking, sweet and quiet and innocent, no matter how hard and fast they were fucking each other.

Tory’s body seemed to move on its own, without direction from what the girl was thinking or feeling, but as Sam went faster into her well-opened hole, Tory’s eyes started to shut—the sensations getting past her welling emotions and invading her mind. Tory’s hand on Amanda’s strap-on was losing its coordination; it was time for her to join in and really show Tory who she belonged to.

She tapped Sam on the shoulder. “Roll over,” she told her daughter. “You’ve already taken her anal virginity—let’s see if she learns her lesson when she doesn’t have her double anal cherry anymore.”