Isn't It Romantic update

Laurel and Thea watched avidly as Felicity and Sara kissed, Felicity offering her tongue to Sara’s mouth to be hungrily sucked on, their naked bodies welcoming the soft caresses of each other’s roving hands. Laurel and Thea had shared Sara for a long time, but now she belonged to Felicity, which would make her a bitch for all of them. 

Felicity crushed Sara in her arms, stroking her massive strap-on against the belly of Laurel’s sister, thrusting her tongue into her bitch’s mouth. Subserviently, Sara petted Felicity’s back, all the way down to her ass, sliding her fingers up and down Felicity’s plump buttocks. She was flushed, red as a rose from the roots of her golden hair to the tips of her toes, and trembling wildly with excitement.

Laurel bit her lip, wondering just how many agonizing moments could go by before the need was too much for her to resist. She’d never seen such an arousing spectacle—her own sister becoming a bottom for their entire harem—and Thea’s sweaty body beside hers did nothing to diminish Laurel’s excitement.

Felicity’s hands came up into Sara’s soft hair, nestling there, firm grip closing on Sara’s head. She pressed downward. Sara was at Felicity’s beck and call, going along willingly with the slightest of pressures. She slid down Felicity’s body, kissing her firm breasts, her taut belly, the head of her strap-on. Took the shaft of the enormous dildo into her slender hands and bent down worshipfully to it, licking the blunt black cockhead. Making it look like shiny vinyl after it was smeared with her saliva. Then Sara wrapped her lips around the tip, rolling her lust-glazed eyes as she sucked hard on the shaft that would soon be conquering her ass.

“God, Felicity really knows how to handle her,” Thea muttered. “It’s going to be a little hard to go back to topping her after this.”

“We’ll just have to dom her even harder,” Laurel said with a nod.

Sara released Felicity’s strap-on, now kissing her way down her fellow blonde’s legs until she was crouched at Felicity’s feet. She licked the hacker’s toes, her insteps, Felicity lifting each foot so Sara could suck on her toes in total deference to her mistress. Felicity was at the bottom of the ladder, shared as a submissive by both Laurel and Thea. By bottoming for her, Sara aroused all three of her mistresses with the knowledge that she was their totally subservient bitch.

She came around Felicity’s body, licking up Felicity’s calves, the backs of her thighs, then nuzzling between the plump cheeks of Felicity’s ass—licking into the valley between her buttocks. She spread those firm hills with her hands and lapped at Felicity’s asshole. Felicity moaned at this show of devotion, wiggling her ass, pumping her strap-on to rub Sara’s saliva into its length.

“That looks fun, doesn’t it?”

Laurel looked over at Thea, who’d seated her cute little ass on a nearby writing desk, crossing her pert legs in girlish little twists. “Depends on where you’re standing, I guess.”

“No, it really doesn’t.” Thea scooted her ass to the very edge of the desk and lifted her slender legs up with acrobatic flexibility, folding her arms under her knees to hold herself in the contorted position. Her shins almost touched her ears. Her pussy gaped open for Laurel, dripping wetly, as did her asshole.

Laurel took a deep breath, seeing Thea’s pink sphincter pucker obscenely with the beginnings of her desire. Her pussy throbbed against the massive strap-on harnessed to her as she imagined probing Thea’s asshole just like Felicity’s was getting tongued by her sister.

Laurel grinned smugly. “Well, well, well. You’re becoming quite the little dom yourself, aren’t you?”

“I had a good teacher,” Thea retorted. “But is it really topping you if you want this as bad as I do?”

“Sure it is. Some women like being told what to do as much as doing it.”

“Then lick it, ‘Mistress’,” Thea demanded. “Lick my asshole!”

Laurel knelt before Thea, taking the opportunity to grope Thea’s svelte thighs as she got into position. Teasingly, she dipped her tongue into Thea’s wet pussy, but Thea impatiently pressed down on her head. Laurel didn’t bottom for her like Sara was doing for Felicity. She resisted, glaring up at Thea to tell her she couldn’t be dominated. Then, like it was her own idea, she touched her tongue to Thea’s taut little asshole.

“Gghhh!” A lewd flush covered Thea’s face. Her asshole throbbed harder than ever, answering the twisting pleasures of Laurel’s lapping tongue. “Oh, Laurel, lick me right there! It feels so nice…”

Now Laurel pushed her tongue slowly into Thea’s anus, parting the puckered sphincter. As Thea’s asshole gripped her tongue, Laurel gave Thea’s thighs a squeeze. The warm flesh filled her hands, soft and creamy to the touch, as she thrust her tongue deeply into Thea’s ass. Pressing her lips to Thea’s asshole and kissing it hard!

Thea had been wildly aroused by domming Felicity, but having Laurel willingly service her turned her on even more. “God, fuck it!” Her expression contorted into a needing grimace. She grabbed the back of Laurel’s head and rocked her hips desperately, fucking her asshole on her lover’s tongue. “Suck me, Laurel! Eat my fucking ass!”

Laurel spread her buttocks wider with her hands, as if uncovering a treasure. She sent her tongue deep into Thea’s ass, its every tasting flicker seeming to fill her with lust. But she only enjoyed the feast for a few more moments before Thea pushed her away. Sara and Felicity were doing something that Thea wanted her to see.

Sara was down on her back; Felicity knelt over her, stroking her well-lubricated strap-on. It looked more like a weapon than a sex toy. As she pushed the massive dildo into Sara’s pussy, Laurel half-expected to see its tip come out of her sister’s mouth. But Sara took it with barely a flinch of discomfort. She really was a bottom bitch—a big enough bitch for all three of them.

Sara rolled her hips for Felicity, smiling up at her, knowing and embracing her status. Already she wanted more. Laurel supposed it wasn’t so hard to understand how Sara loved being sodomized. She certainly loved ass-fucking all three of her girlfriends. Why shouldn’t there be a matching urge—women who were as fulfilled by taking as she was by giving?”

Then Thea was pressing something into Laurel’s hands. She had a big, lascivious smile on her face. She’d given Laurel a vibrator, lubricant dripping from the prong at the end meant to stimulate her.

“Turn over,” Laurel told her, and Thea obediently rolled onto her belly, her legs hanging off the side of the desk, giving her well-rounded ass all the prominence its juicy thickness deserved. Laurel parted her buttocks and held the vibrator’s shaking tip between them, sending the vibrations deep into the muscles of Thea’s rectum.

“Oooh, yeah,” Thea mewled, licking her lips. “Yes, Laurel, God!”

Laurel pushed into her hard, using her free hand to hold Thea’s cheeks wide open. With the vibrator seated inside Thea’s anus, she twisted and angled it, giving Thea all the stimulation she could take. Soon, Thea was groaning—then panting for breath. She came up on her hands and knees, not sure if she was going to beg for mercy or beg for more! Of course, questions like those were only ever answered one way.

“Harder, Mistress! Get my clit! Fuck me hard with that thing and rub my little button, please!”

Laurel reached around her buoyant little hips, still holding the vibrator between her cheeks, and ran her fingers to Thea’s pussy, the budding swell of her waking clitoris. She rubbed it evenly, getting the juices of Thea’s arousal flowing—splitting her attention between raking the vibrator against her anus and massaging her clit into erection.

“Nice,” Laurel said, feeling Thea’s warm honey smearing on her fingertips. “That’s real nice…”

And then Felicity was pulling her strap-on from Sara’s cunt. Sara grinned out of her flushed face, knowing what was coming. The dildo dripped with Sara’s slippery arousal. Felicity grabbed Sara by the legs, thrusting them back toward Sara’s chest as Thea had done to offer her ass to Laurel. They were face to face as Felicity aimed the wet strap-on between her buttocks. It went into her asshole as easily as it had penetrated her sex. Sara’s ass quivered! Her blue eyes flashed with the pleasure of being taken—being Felicity’s.

“She’s really getting it,” Laurel said, watching as she continued the campaign against Thea’s resistance. “God, Felicity certainly has a knack for this.”

“Mmmm—I don’t have any complaints myself!” Thea purred.

“No complaints here either,” Laurel replied. “Not when I get to play with that cute little ass of yours!”

“Little?” Thea asked, wiggling it. “How little can it be when you’re shoving a huge hunk of dildo into it every night?”

Laurel leaned in, getting a better view of Thea’s juicy ass. “It’s big where it counts,” she said, clapping her free hand on Thea’s thick hip.

She took immeasurable pleasure from scrutinizing the hot little opening of Thea’s asshole, the striking pink tissue inside, the terminus of the glorious roundness that swept from Thea’s bulging buttocks all the way down to the cutting vale between them. Her clit thrilled just at that one little look.

“Grab the other end of the desk,” she ordered. “And spread your legs as wide as they can go, you dirty little cunt.”

Then she got down on her knees against between Thea’s wonderfully toned thighs.

She leaned down like a surgeon going to work, grabbing hold of Thea’s left buttock—pulling it back to expose her anus. Then she lightly circled that puckered opening with the vibrator, grazing at the petals of the flower with its very tip.

“Oooh, that’s good,” Thea gasped. “I like that!”

Now that her entrance had been prepared, Laurel pressed the vibrator slowly but surely into Thea’s rectum. Working it deeper and deeper until only the handle was visible—

“Stop, stop!” Thea cried. “That’s too much, it’s in too deep—it’s shaking me apart! Please, pull it out a little—just a little!”

And Laurel worked the vibrator back out of her, until it was only halfway in Thea’s asshole. Thea exhaled to have her pain relieved. Then Laurel rolled the vibrator around, stretching and stimulating her hole. Thea gritted her teeth—it felt good, but it came with an astonishing tension. She could barely wait for Laurel to get her off.

Laurel kept digging her fingers into Thea’s left asscheek, molding the flesh with her grip, holding it out of the way so she could watch the vibrator work its quivers into Thea’s asshole.

“Oh, God, yes,” Thea cooed, feeling the vibrator nudge into her ass and send its tremors deep into her bowels. “It’s making me hot all over. I like it, Laurel. I like having it up my ass almost as much as your cock. Keep doing that. Keep doing it until you’re ready to fuck me. I want your cock even more. I want to be your little anal slut.”

“Just wait,” Laurel said, eying the other couple, her sister and Felicity, and how slowly, how surely, even tentatively Felicity was preparing Sara’s ass. “It’s not a race, Thea. We’re sharing. You and Sara are sharing being fucked. Me and Felicity are sharing being mistresses.”

Thea couldn’t accept that. “Do it now, Laurel! Put your strap in me now! I want it, Mistress, I’m ready! I want all you can give me!” And to prove her point, she shook her ass, almost pulling that groped hill of flesh from Laurel’s grip.

“Be patient,” said Laurel. “Let me take the vibrator out.”

She drew the toy out of Thea’s asshole—shut it off and threw it aside. Then she stood, her strap-on burgeoning in front of her.

Sara was still rolled up under Felicity’s thrusting body, churning her hips against Felicity and her pistoning cock. Her ass pounded against Felicity’s soft belly, their two bodies coming together in a series of hard smacks. Her breasts jiggled before Felicity’s appreciative eyes. Heated juices ran from her slit and poured between her buttocks. Sara’s blonde hair cascaded messily around her cheeks as she tossed her head about deliriously.

Felicity gripped her tightly at the waist, pumping her loins, ramming the huge dildo into Sara’s asshole and pulling it back out. She threw her head about as deliriously as Sara was, her eyes glazed over with lust. The sweat glistened on both their bodies.

“They both look so close!” Thea moaned as she watched. “I can tell by the look on their faces! I want to come with them, Laurel! Make me come just like they are!”

Laurel was keen to obey. She whirled Thea around so that the girl was on her back, her legs up in the air, mistress and subject facing each other as Laurel shoved her strap-on between Thea’s cheeks. She grunted as she felt around for the waiting hole and found it splayed open from the vibrator’s work. The tip of her strap-on socketed neatly into it and Laurel felt how the distended sphincter trembled all through her dildo’s shaft.

Now I’ve got you, she thought, and shoved hard.

Thea jerked, stiffened, feeling the unyielding hardness of the dildo push into the tight muscle guarding her rectum. That defense was on its last legs, but it still tightened in panic. Laurel wouldn’t be denied now; she had to keep up with Felicity and Sara. She pushed inward with her leverage, her toned body flexing with firm muscle, and Thea’s anal opening stretched painfully. The dildo pushed in. Thea felt her healed rectum being rearranged again. Once more, she was Laurel’s bitch—her prize—her beloved property!

“Yes!” Laurel growled, feeling the same thing on her end, power, dominance, the thrill of ownership. She eased her strap-on back and then pressed it in again. “Come on, Thea, you bitch! You have to take it! I say it’s going in, so it’s going in!” She reached over Thea’s body, grabbing her nipples—twisting and pulling them. “Push back at me, Thea! I’ll make it hurt one way or another!”

Her grip tightened on Thea’s nipples and Thea groaned… feeling both that painful pleasure and similarly mixed sensations from Laurel’s strap-on fucking into her ass. The tip was already past the overwhelmed entrance. The next thrust pumped the thick dildo deep inside of Thea, filling her ass.

Thea jerked, instinctively trying to pull away from the pressure of Laurel’s strap-on in her ass. But Laurel wouldn’t let her go, and the old submissiveness took over. Thea felt herself already bordering on an orgasm. She moaned in enjoyable shame, her head down, her eyes closed, ready to receive her embarrassing reward for being Laurel’s anal slut.

Laurel pulled back her strap-on, inch after inch leaving Thea’s ass. Finally, only the head of it was still inside of Thea.

“This is what you meant for, Thea,” she husked. “You were born to be a nice little cockholster for me.”

“Hhnngh!” Thea groaned as Laurel rammed her way back inside her, as if trying to bruise her ass with the force of her thrusts, hands digging into Thea’s narrow waist as Laurel fucked her harder and harder.

“Fuck! You’ve got a great ass, Thea! Goddamn perfect for being fucked! Maybe I should let Felicity try it too! An ass this good deserves to be shared!”

Thea could only moan as Laurel thoroughly used her ass, dominating it with long, hard thrusts. Her groin slapped against Thea’s sore buttocks at the climax of each stroke. The pistoning impacts bent her over further, driving her against the desk she laid on, so that her back was pressed flush to the wood, her hair spread all around her head like a rose in bloom. Her lovely legs, spread to either side of Laurel’s hips, twitched with each powerful movement.

“Uuggg!” Laurel rasped, driving her strap-on to the depths, the very limits of Thea’s bowels. “Fuck, you’re taking it all, Thea, you’re taking every last inch!”

The stiff dildo worked over Thea’s asshole, forcing its way through the delicate flesh, while Laurel’s hands clutched Thea’s supple ass, groping and clenching, almost tearing the firm flesh in a lustful frenzy!

Thea grunted with each thrust, but whatever pain her defeated ass was capable of producing after being so thoroughly broken in was completely overshadowed with the pleasure—pleasure only a submissive bitch like her could derive from such brutal sex. Her anus churned and sucked at Laurel’s strap-on, the flames in her ass fanned higher by the Laurel’s groping grip on her buttocks.

Then, all of a sudden, she wasn’t alone on the massive desk. Sara was slammed down beside her, bent over the other end, with Felicity enthusiastically pumping into her own ass. Thea looked in wonder at Sara’s face, recognizing what must be the look of her own expression—the parted lips, the glazed-over eyes, the flaring nostrils, the emotion that flickered between pain and pleasure… never able to feel one for long without the other making itself known.

She could only bear to look at Sara for a few moments before she leaned closer to her, and Sara leaned in as well. They kissed, sharing each other just as Felicity and Laurel shared them.

Mistresses or subs, the four women shared everything.