Isn't It Romantic? update

Thea looked in disbelief from the enormous strap-on harnessed to her groin, to Felicity on all fours, her plump ass jutting out at Thea, ready for whatever Thea wanted to do with it. It still seemed so impossible that Thea had been allowed to have Sara riding her cock, the beautiful blonde pumping up and down, all her curves bouncing as she took Thea’s strap-on with such adorable pain on her face. 

And now Thea had Felicity to play with, Felicity’s fat ass to fuck. It was an embarrassment of riches. Thea didn’t know how she could ever thank Mistress Laurel for bringing her into this crazy relationship. It still made a little more sense to her that the two Lance sisters would be fucking each other than that she could be with one of those blonde goddesses, let alone both, let alone Felicity.

Her swollen pussy throbbed against the base of her strap-on. The dildo weaved obscenely in front of her. Thea knew it was probably just moving with her breathing, but it felt like it was trembling with the same arousal she could see in Felicity. Waiting like a bitch in heat to be mounted.

Felicity shuddered, feeling Thea press the strap-on into her cunt, wetting it with the abundant juices of her arousal. While Felicity’s pussy throbbed and clenched around the firm shaft, Thea picked up a bottle of lubricant—unscrewing the cap and pouring a liberal dose down the cleft of Felicity’s ass.

“Oh yes, Mistress! Mmmm!” Felicity bit her lip, resisting the urge to thrust her hips as Thea rubbed the lube into her anus, relaxing it and loosening it for the penetration that it was almost time for. 

Thea, for her part, couldn’t believe that Felicity had referred to her as Mistress. She didn’t know if she’d earned the title yet—but she was determined to live up to it. To give Felicity the same strong, dominant pleasure that Laurel had. She tossed the lubricant aside. Then she mounted Felicity from behind, pushing the tip of her strap-in into Felicity’s eagerly waiting ass.

“Oh, Mistress!” Felicity moaned, totally giving herself over to the feeling of Thea’s cock invading her ass, spreading her newly closed sphincter around the penetrating thickness of the strap-on. 

As a special treat to Thea, Laurel had refrained from anal sex with Felicity for days, allowing her asshole to close up as much as it ever would. Sodomizing Felicity was to be a special challenge for Thea. And Thea was rising to it, knowing from experience both how to give and take, having watched how Laurel ass-fucked Sara and knowing from that just how to treat a sub. 

She would make it good for Felicity, but she would also make it clear that this was about her satisfaction, her dominance, and the main reason Felicity would enjoy it was simply that she was a slutty anal bitch who couldn’t help but come with a cock up her ass.

“Yes, Mistress, it feels amazing! My asshole’s so hot! Fuck it for me, Mistress! Fuck my ass so hard, Mistress, as hard as you can!”

Thea’s breathing heaved as she worked her hips, fucking the big strap-on deeper and deeper into its sheath between Felicity’s plump cheeks. She only wished she could actually feel the inner muscles working around the penetrating shaft, clinging and clutching at its phallic length, trying to milk it of cum that wasn’t there. 

But knowing that Felicity’s very body was beholden to her, trying to please her in its own ignorant way, was pleasure enough for Thea. She hoped Laurel found it half as satisfying when she ass-fucked her.

Thea’s hands came around Felicity’s body, grasping her full breasts. For a moment, Thea paused there, with all the strap-on buried between Felicia’s creamy buttocks, savoring how her body trembled with the pressure of the dildo fully impaling her. Then, slowly, Thea pulled her hips back, until only the knob of the dildo held Felicity’s anus open. 

Only then did she ram the strap-on home again, eagerly thrusting into Felicity, going harder and deeper with every pump into the hacker’s thick ass.

“Oh God, Mistress, I love your cock in my ass!” Felicity clawed at the mattress underneath her, throwing her hips back like a machine to help Thea pound her burning asshole with the ever-hard dildo. “Harder, Mistress! I want to feel your strap all the way in my throat!”

The strap-on pumped and pistoned, heating Felicity with friction despite the lubricant. To Felicity, it felt like the lube had been heated up in a microwave, boiling where the strap-on pushed it deep inside her, but that only made her hornier to be fucked harder.

“I’m gonna come, Mistress! I can’t help it! It feels too good not to!” The bedsprings squeaked under Felicity’s knees as she thrust her ass back against Thea’s stroking cock, crashing her sizable buttocks into Thea’s groin, taking all of the strap-on in hungry gulps. 

She couldn’t control herself enough to respect Thea’s authority, she was fucking herself as much as Thea was fucking her. That was okay with Thea. The young woman didn’t know if she could satisfy Felicity otherwise. And anyway, it wasn’t like she was really the Mistress. That was Laurel. Thea was more like the strap-on—a sex toy Laurel was using to get Felicity off. Or maybe Felicity was the sex toy. 

“Shit, Mistress, my asshole’s throbbing so hard!” Felicity keened. “I wish you could feel how hard it’s pulsing!”

“Do it!” Thea ordered. She heard herself gasp and squeal every time the strap-on drilled into Felicity’s bowels. “Make yourself come! I wanna see how horny being my anal bitch has made you!”

Felicity thrust her hand down into her pubic hair with its sopping wetness. Whimpering excitedly as she thrust two fingers inside herself. She frantically fingered her own cunt, moaning as her fingers stroked through the wetness of her aroused sex.

“Coming, Mistress!” She pinched her clit, burying two fingers deep in her clenching pussy. “Mistress, oh Mistress!” Her asshole throbbed and sucked, clasping tightly around Thea’s hammering strap-on. “Keep fucking me—fucking me while I come!”

Thea fell upon her, twisting Felicity’s head around to get to her lips and kissing her deeply. Her tongue ran gently into Felicity’s full lips despite the frenzy of her hips slapping down on Felicity’s ass. Thea’s right hand slid over Felicity’s sweaty body until she was cupping one of Felicity’s hot tits. Felicity felt her squeezing it, gently, lovingly, making her remember how much Thea cared for her even as Thea’s cock ruined her asshole.

Thea’s hand ran down Felicity’s body, Felicity opening her thighs to her, letting Thea push her fingers deep into her orgasmic pussy. The folds of her cunt were still warm and slick from the first waves of climax that had poured through Felicity. Thea found Felicity’s clit, rubbing it softly.

“Yes, Mistress, yessss,” Felicity said in a husky whisper, her breathing growing shallow.

Now totally subservient to her dom, Felicity’s ass quivered back and forth, impaling itself on Thea’s strap-on, then meeting the insistent torture of Thea’s fingers at her sex. “Un, unn, unnnhhh!” Felicity groaned softly as a new orgasm burned like fire through her pussy. 

Thea felt her cream running between her fingers as Felicity came yet again, this time from nothing but Thea fucking her. It was a fitting way to finish Felicity, and the sex, off.

“That was wonderful, Mistress Thea,” Felicity muttered, slowly regaining her breath. “So wonderful…”

“I loved it too,” Thea assured her. Then she looked up at Laurel Lance. “But not as much as getting fucked up the ass myself.”

Ever since Laurel had taken her anal virginity, Thea had loved having her asshole fucked despite the pain. Taking it in the pussy didn’t hurt, but it also didn’t have the mastery, the sexual submission, that made Thea feel the closest to Laurel. Anyone could get her pussy off. Laurel—Mistress Laurel—made her enjoy being an anal bitch.

Sometimes Thea went on binges, her ass throbbing and clenching all day to be fucked. Thea would be left ignoring her cunt, demanding a cock up her asshole again and again, until she was rubbed raw, too raw even to sit. And lying down on her belly just meant that her pink little anus was available for more fucking; naturally, Laurel liked it just a little bit more than even Thea did. That was only proper, since Laurel was her mistress.

But now it had been a few days since Laurel had last let her have it with a fat dildo and Thea was ready for her ass to be stuffed as full as could be. She bit her lip, feeling the throbbing in both her ass and her pussy, her own lust dripping luridly from her slit. She wondered if Laurel wouldn’t fuck her while she was still inside Felicity—fuck both of them right through Thea’s tight little body, making it clear they were both her personal sluts. The thought was enough to make Thea drool.

“Later, Thea, later,” Laurel promised her. “Right now—since we’ve already ruined Felicity’s asshole—we might as well put it to good use.”

Thea pouted. “Be my guest, Laurel. I hope I’ve done a good job warming her up for you.”

“I’m sure she does too. You’re not taking that cock out of her, Thea. We’re both going to fuck her. Pick her up. Let’s see if that fat ass is big enough to take two strap-ons at once.”

Thea did as she was told—helping Felicity up to her feet as she stood up herself, Felicity groaning as the strap-on lodged in her ass jostled inside her. But finally, with some manhandling, they were stood up. Thea stood behind Felicity, her dildo still wedged between Felicity’s girthy cheeks. Laurel approached her from the front, dominating Felicity with her very presence, until Felicity felt compelled to wrap her smooth, slender arms around Laurel’s body.

“Beg,” Laurel said simply.

“Fuck me, Mistress,” Felicity cooed. “I want to feel your big cock just as deep inside me as Thea’s is right…”

Her words were cut off; she’d felt Laurel guide her own strap-on underneath her, bringing the tip to Felicity’s already occupied asshole. She had, of course, been fucked in the ass many times by that strap-on, but never when Thea’s was already inside her.

“You’ll get it just as deep as Thea’s,” Laurel vowed to her, chuckling darkly. “Just as much as Thea’s too.”

She braced her feet wide apart and pushed. Even though Felicity’s asshole had long since lost its tightness, it was loaned some by Thea’s strap-on taking up most of the space inside it. The taut sphincter resisted Laurel’s thrust. But Laurel kept trying, kept going, until the pink muscle had lost the struggle. Laurel’s strap-on fucked its way into Felicity’s plump ass.

“Ghhh!” Felicity cried, feeling fresh stabs of pain replace the numbness that her orgasm had left her with. The combination of Laurel’s dildo and Thea’s stretched her asshole more than it ever had been before.

Thea watched how Laurel fed Felicity the strap-on from the front, their slowly colliding bodies pressing Felicity back into Thea. She stood firm, giving Felicity more of her cock. Together, they pushed into Felicity, deeper and deeper and deeper. Laurel shoved more of the dildo into her ass and Thea went in with her, filling Felicity’s bowels even more so that her ass was completely stuffed with cock.

“Nnnn!” Felicity spread her legs wide, as if to make more room for the duel penetration into her asshole. Together, Laurel and Thea thrust their hips, fucking their strap-ons deep inside of Felicity. 

She was lifted clean off the floor, utterly filled by their fucking of her. There was no mistaking her for their lover—at the moment, she was a passive receptacle, a toy being shared, and Felicity loved every moment of it.

She whimpered and mewled as her body was thrown back and forth, taking the rigid lengths of cock Thea and Laurel fucked into her. Her feet dangled inches above the floor, twitching crazily, while her arms hung loosely around Laurel’s neck.

“Can you believe it, Felicity? Can you believe what a little slut you are?” Laurel hissed in Felicity’s ear. “Most women couldn’t even take one cock in their ass, but here you are, getting off on having two inside you! You’re not just my anal bitch now, you’re Thea’s. That makes you twice the whore you were when you were just mine.”

Her hands wrapped around Thea’s hips, fingers digging into the younger woman’s juicy little ass. Laurel pulled Thea closer, crushing Felicity between them, forcing Thea to ground her hips against Felicity’s firm buttocks. It was no hardship for Thea—she welcomed burying her face in Felicity’s golden hair, breathing in both the subtle fragrance of her perfume and the bittersweet musk of the sweat she was breaking out in as the fuck made her more and more disheveled. 

There was no trace of elegance to the hacker now. The sex had become too raw, too animalistic. She was only and entirely their bitch in heat.

Thea timed her thrusts so that both she and Laurel were sinking their dildos into Felicity’s clasping asshole at the same time, reaming her out as one. When she straightened her knees to thrust her strap-on back into Felicity’s well-opened ass, she felt Felicity’s weight again come up off the floor and settle onto her loins.

Felicity’s breasts pressed tightly against Laurel’s chest, her flesh sandwiched between her two mistresses. She shook and quivered with her whole body, unable to do anything other than take the two thrusting strap-ons that repeatedly emphasized how she was theirs, their plaything, their bitch to do with what they liked. Her ass, her body, her very heart, all belonged to them.

The room was filled with the throttled moans of the three women as they all approached their climax. The taking of Felicity’s double anal cherry, Felicity’s deepening subservience as their new anal bitch, and the arrangement of their three bodies sandwiched together was just too good for any of them to take for long. 

Laurel and Thea fucked into Felicity with ever-increasing quickness, sending blissfully intense waves all through her body. Her asshole was still painfully stretched around their joined cocks, but the answering climax went with the domineering pain, making it worthwhile, making her welcome it. Felicity felt the surge of need inside her that she knew could only mean an orgasm.

“Oh GOD! FUCK ME! I’M COMING… COOMMIINNGGG!” Felicity cried, her pussy exploding with pleasure.

The membrane between Felicity’s stuffed ass and her aroused, raging sex seemed to dissolve. Her cunt became fluid, the liquid feel of ejaculation emerging as the thrusts of her two mistresses played through her body. 

Felicity gasped and cried out in the heat of passion, beyond thrilled by the sensation of two thrusting strap-ons buried in her totally full ass, making her come in honeyed, liquid ecstasy. She felt them rubbing together inside her, seeming to swell with all the power they had over her. 

Then her pussy stopped squirting. She couldn’t give any more. She couldn’t take any more either. Unable to be any more submissive to her two mistresses than she already was, Felicity lost herself in unconsciousness. Her last waking thought was the hope that when she came to, one of them would want to fuck her again.