Laker Girl 6

Amanda closed her eyes with blissful enjoyment of what she was doing to the cunt Sam had brought to her, the intellectual pleasure of knowing that another cocky bitch had learned the joy of being a reamed out, submissive bitch instead. Then she opened her eyes again. The sight of Tory servicing her dildo with that silken cunt of hers was too good not to drink in.

It’d be a shame to let Sam take over this newly minted sex slave—Tory was almost too much woman for ‘Baby’s First Dom’—but Amanda was getting too old for high school admirers, even if they were tautly-fleshed cheerleaders. Or karate aficionados these days, she guessed. With a little help, Sam would give this anal slut the topping she deserved.

But goddamn if Tory wasn’t the stuff of dreams. Her round, pink breasts bounced supplely with each brush of her ass against Amanda’s thighs. Her cherry-colored lips opened and closed with her breathing, further trembling with the feelings of ecstasy inside her—Amanda could feel the singing vibrations shooting through the dildo. Whatever Tory thought, whatever she said, her pussy loved what was happening, and a well-fucked cunt was way more powerful that a teenager’s snotty attitude.

Amanda treated herself to a look at Tory’s jiggling breasts, and as she watched, she saw Sam’s hands wrap around Tory’s sides and cup her cleavage, squeezing the sweaty hills as their ripeness so richly deserved. Then Sam’s pretty face was over Tory’s shoulder, kissing the bare flesh with sucking hunger. Tory impulsively pressed back against her first dom—the first woman to own her—her body seeming to sense that it owed this rapturous sensuality to her.

Sam’s hands stroked down Tory’s flat belly and into her pubic thatch, finding her clit. She toyed with it as Amanda’s dildo pumped up and down inside Tory. The strap-on brushed wetly against Sam’s fingers, but the girl wasn’t squeamish. Tory might be, but Sam didn’t mind at all, sharing this bitch with her mother.

Amanda sighed happily, but a little lovelorn. Sam was still at that age where her mom was her best friend, but that wouldn’t last. Who knew? After Tory had accepted she was now Sam’s cocksleeve, maybe she’d be her daughter’s new bestie. Amanda certainly couldn’t compete with a girl willing to bend over and let her ass get strap-on reamed like Tory’s was about to be.

Tory’s mind frothed with the enormity of what was happening to her, the insane perversity of being sandwiched between two women… shared by mother and daughter. She pushed her ass back against Sam, not sure herself if she was trying to push her away or entice the penetration she knew Sam longed to achieve.

Sam fingered her clit, stealing away Tory’s will either way, then her hand slipped between Tory’s buttocks and caressed her asshole, slipping and sliding moistly over it until a fingertip was inside.

“Fuck!” Tory cried, knowing this feeling, knowing what was happening. Sam was sodomizing her, just starting to sodomize her—this would end in her taking a strap-on, getting fucked even harder than Amanda already was.

She remembered hands groping over her, a dildo going inside her body, up her ass. The recollections surged with shame and degradation and then mounting pleasure, acceptance of the pleasure, submission to it. As she surrendered to it now.

She was Sam’s bitch again and the idea made her come helplessly, right on Amanda’s cock.

In the haze of her orgasm, the memories took on a nebulous, dreamy quality. They were driven from her by the rapturous immediacy of her sensations now. Amanda manhandled her, thrusting her hips up and down, stuffing Tory down onto her penetrating strap-on, while Sam’s hands explored the heat that was blooming in the rest of Tory’s body.

Her touch roamed between Tory’s buttocks, under her pussy, and as they felt her, another finger was in her asshole, stretching her open. Tory didn’t feel the twin fingers so much as the strange sensation of having her asshole used, not vacant, but being… something. Suddenly not just an empty space, but an active sensation—presence instead of lack—feeling instead of numb—being owned instead of belonging to yourself.

“You’re still mine,” Sam said in her ear. “I’m gonna remind you how much you enjoy that.”

Despite herself, Tory warmed to the words of her first mistress, her first fuck, hoping Sam would at least take her away from the depravity of submitting to Amanda, the woman she hated for putting her in this position even as she enjoyed every moment of it. Or maybe it was just that she was submitting to both of them, that she’d do whatever Sam or Amanda asked of her.

Tory thought vaguely of stopping herself, but she couldn’t even hold the idea in her befuddled mind. She turned her head and kissed Sam on the mouth, the younger LaRusso pushing her tongue between Tory’s lips. Tory’s fluttering thoughts were of how strange it was to have them penetrating her in so many places. Mouth and pussy, and soon… soon…

As Sam kissed her, she slowed the motion of Tory’s hips with her hands, then pushed the tip of her strap-on between Tory’s rounded buttocks. Her fingers guided it into Tory’s twitching anus—she felt the resistance and wondered how much of it was simply a lack of room, with Amanda’s dildo already up inside Tory.

Sam applied pressure, felt resistance, reluctance, and then yielding. A feeling of warmth permeated the strap-on and radiated into her loins like molten lava flowing over the dildo. She was in Tory now. She was fucking her ass. And Tory was an anal bitch.

Tory felt the uncomfortable stretching once more, the straining where she was so used to feeling nothing at all, and she choked on Sam’s tongue. “No! Not there! Don’t fuck me there again!” she whimpered against Sam’s frowning mouth.

Amanda pressed in on her too, kissing Tory’s cheek while her lips were still against Sam’s. “Where else should she fuck an ass-slut like you? Don’t fight it, Tory. Let yourself enjoy this. Your new master is dominating you—you should relish still having some tightness in your ass before she’s made it the loose fuckhole it was meant to be.”

Sam looked down Tory’s body, staring at where her groin was pressed up to Amanda’s crotch, cunt swallowing the strap-on it’d been offered to. “She’s right, Tory. Look at you. You’re coming all over the place. Your cream is gushing right out of you. Why keep pretending we’re doing something you don’t like? Why not just come the way you already are? We’re going to fuck you either way—you might as well be a good girl and thank us. We’re already making you feel so good…”

“And it’s just going to get better,” Amanda grinned. “But it’s fine, you can choose to be as humiliated as you want. It’s kinda kinky. And by the time we’re done, you’ll still be addicted to being our anal bitch.”

Sam’s arms wrapped around Tory’s waist, tensing on her belly so that she was forced back onto the stiff dildo ramming its way into her ass. Tory’s eyes rolled crazily. What was the limit to the degradation she would get from these people? As if it wasn’t enough that Sam had fucked her there once, now she was going back to it, like a hobby! And it was happening at the same time that her mother fucked out her pussy. That was unbearable! Insane!

Especially the way it felt, fire burning from her well-stretched cunt to her unnaturally contorted asshole. The two strap-ons inside her were like two ends of a high-voltage power line, carrying their current right through her helpless body, and all Tory could do was be electrified.

“Fuck her, Sam!” Amanda cried, staring Tory right in the eye as she said it. “Fuck her until she can’t pretend she isn’t our slut!”

Tory hadn’t just crossed a line now. She’d sunken to the depths. She was being fucked twice over, once in the ass, her poor rectum burning, spasming as it was stretched. She thought she’d die from shame and embarrassment. If she could speak, she’d beg Sam to stop, to fuck her pussy instead. They could do whatever they wanted there, even fuck her with both cocks in the same hole, so long as they didn’t make her what they said she was. Didn’t turn her into an anal bitch.

Not that being their anal bitch felt bad. The pain had gone quickly—even quicker than she remembered it vanishing when Sam had first taken her ass’s virginity. The muscle was stretched now and it wasn’t getting tight again, maybe not ever.

Ideas like that… the loathsome thought of having her asshole go from a part of her body to a cockholster of Sam and Amanda’s that just happened to be located in her flesh… goddamn! Tory tried to hang onto her indignation. It was nearly enough to block out the sensations she was getting from being penetrated by a strap-on.

Just not two.

Sam held her strap-on deep in Tory’s ass. The reverberations from it were so intense, and her pussy so tender, that it felt like she could feel where Amanda’s dildo was inside Tory, rubbing against hers through the slender wall separating the two sheaths they’d put to use.

Amanda was ramming up and down in Tory’s cunt like a piston and Sam followed suit. The three of them formed a machine of sheer passion. Sam’s knees braced against her mother’s as she thrust up and down in Tory’s ass. The blonde wasn’t riding them, but she was most definitely riding their cocks, buffeted on their thrusts like a kite in a thunderstorm.

Tory opened her lips to spit defiance, or maybe to beg for mercy, or maybe just to scream out how good it felt. Then a wave of immense feeling passed over her, tripping from one strap-on to the other, and all she could do was quiver violently, eyes twitching, drooling and making guttural noises from deep in her throat. If her mind wasn’t broken by this latest, doubled orgasm, it wasn’t far from it.

Sam fucked her ass carefully, reaping enormous pleasure from the grinding of the too-small sheath pushing her dildo’s base back against her pussy—itself made arousingly sensitive by the endlessly repeating thought that she was sodomizing Tory Nichols. The girl really was an anal bitch and that could only mean her ass belonged to someone else. And right now, it felt a lot like that was her.