Isn't It Romantic update

Thea instinctively moved to obey. She got on top of Laurel and slowly lowered herself down to the strap-on. Laurel jerked her hips upward, pushing the dildo against Thea’s asshole. It was still splayed from the fuck they’d had while waiting for Sara and Felicity to consummate their relationship, but then, Thea’s asshole was never closed for very long.

“Take it in,” Laurel breathed. “Get it in your ass.”

Thea pressed her sphincter against the tip of the dildo, still warm from Sara’s body. She put more and more of her weight on her ass, until she’d engulfed the cockhead with her quivering anus.

“That’s it, Thea,” Laurel cooed. “That juicy ass of yours was made to ride cock.”

Thea moaned as she eased down on the strap-on—she would never get truly used to the discomfort of having so stiffness and thickness sliding into her rectum for seconds on end, there was so much to take. Yet she could endure the pain. She had well learned that it would be worth it. And as their meeting fed the strap-on into her bowels, the marvelous feeling of having her asshole stuffed overwhelmed Thea.

“Oh God, it’s so good!” she purred.

Laurel bit her lip with pleasure. Even though all she was physically getting out of this was the pressure of the strap-on’s base against her sex, there was no measuring the satisfaction of making Thea her bitch, time and time again. “Yes! Show Felicity what a good anal slut you are! Set a good example! She probably has no idea what a fucking whore she can be for her mistress!”

Thea groaned. Just like it was for Laurel, being her mistress’s bitch aroused her even more than the physical aspect of the sex. Her mouth fell open as she slammed down on Laurel’s strap-on. Its length fell wonderful in her ass, big and delicious and painfully wonderful. 

In fact, Thea didn’t think she’d be able to enjoy herself half as much without the pain. Without it, she wouldn’t have known she was being stretched. If it were painless, she’d only end up wondering if the dildo she was taking could be any bigger.

All of a sudden, Laurel rolled them over, sliding off the bed entirely. It was time for her to show Thea why she was the mistress of all of them. Thea landed on her shoulders and Laurel straddled her rolled-up body, jackhammering down into her anus. Thea croaked out in pained delight, the sensation now mindboggling intense. 

“Go ahead and come,” Laurel spat. “I don’t give a shit. You’re just my cocksleeve now. All that matters is keeping that sweet ass wrapped around my cock.”

After what felt like a hundred strokes down into her asshole, Thea was far from rational. The strap-on felt like a hot poker going into her bowels, but she couldn’t differentiate pain from simple intensity. It all felt so insane. All she knew for sure was that it was pleasing her mistress to be fucking into her ass this way. 

Thea came and there seemed to be no end to that rapture, her pussy spasming and boiling and churching, leaking its honey down Thea’s upturned body while Laurel pumped tirelessly into her defeated asshole.

“Harder!” Thea moaned. “Fuck my asshole harder! Oh God, fuck me like you own me!”

Her body pressed into the floorboards every time Laurel slammed down on her, making the old wood groan. Laurel grunted like a wild animal and Thea knew that she’d pleased her mistress. Just being a good fucktoy was enough to please her mistress.

They came together, crying out and gasping for breath, their bodies covered with sweat, their minds lost in the sensation. Finally, Laurel collapsed onto the bed beside her. She held onto Thea—Sara and Felicity worked to pull her up onto the mattress with them and Thea landed against Laurel’s body. 

Though she was only facedown in Laurel’s belly, she kissed what she could touch. Laurel put a hand on top of her head, like she was petting a faithful dog. Together, the two rode out their afterglow, sore and sweet in equal measure.

“Hey Sara,” Laurel said weakly. “I think Felicity’s been a real good girl tonight. Why don’t you eat her ass?”

Felicity giggled, unable to believe how seemingly casual Laurel was in ordering something so kinky.

“Felicity, spread your cheeks,” Laurel commanded her. “Don’t make my poor sister do all the work.”

“Oh wow,” Sara whispered, staring at Felicity as she obligingly rolled over and presented her tight ass—reaching back behind herself to grip the ripe flesh of her ass and pull her buttocks in opposite directions. “Felicity, baby—I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

She dove in, kissing all over Felicity’s ass with her warm lips. She ducked down to kiss the backs of Felicity’s thighs, then her tongue fluttered out to run between the inner curves of Felicity’s cleft. Sara panted with excitement, every breath bringing her a little sniff of Felicity’s pussy, which had managed to leak all down between Felicity’s buttocks despite the best efforts of Sara’s tongue. 

Laurel laughed to see Sara’s enthusiasm, not diminished at all by the anal pounding she had just taken. “Lick her ass!” she cried. “Stick your fucking tongue in that tight little ass, sis! Give Felicity something to think about next time she’s sitting in her office chair!”

Felicity shuddered. While Laurel was saying this, she was cleaning off her strap-on, lubing it up anew. Seeing how tiny her hand was, wrapped around that big black shaft, Felicity’s face turned white. She could see where this was headed. She knew it wouldn’t work. But she wouldn’t back out of it. 

If Laurel wanted to try fucking her ass, Felicity would let her try. She’d hold on as long as possible, until Laurel realized it wasn’t going to happen and quit. Felicity owed her that much for setting her up with Sara, inviting her into this crazy orgy to begin with.

Sara moaned in enjoyment of the taste of Felicity’s pussy, moistly clinging to every inch of her firm ass. She ran her tongue between Felicity’s buttocks, sampling the heat of her anus, the smoothness of Felicity’s creamy skin. Felicity arched her ass into Sara’s face, pushing Sara’s head back a bit, but Sara pressed herself right back between Felicity’s asscheeks. She pushed her mouth against Felicity’s sphincter, breathing excitedly as she scoured the puckered flesh with her tongue.

“My ass!” Felicity whimpered. “You’re, you’re making my asshole feel—it’s never felt like this before, Sara! I’ve never wanted to get fucked in the ass but you’re making it feel so, so good!”

Sara’s eyes flooded with the perverse joy of humiliation and servitude. Her tongue tripped across the tight clenching of Felicity’s asshole; it already felt so much looser than it once had. She lapped wetly at it; it clenched weakly. Felicity pushed her ass back into Sara’s face, but Sara refused to be moved back an inch. She pushed back with her kissing lips and licking tongue.

“Oh God, oh God, I’m gonna come!” Felicity trilled. “I’m gonna be an anal slut… gonna get off on being fucked in the ass, just like all of you… oh God, why’s it have to feel so nice?”

She tried to relax. Maybe it would turn out all right. Laurel’s strap-on definitely looked real slippery with how lubed up it was. It might get really far into her asshole if Sara kept preparing her this way. Felicity was staring to want to try it. If Sara’s tongue was good, then a cock at least had the potential to feel good. 

And from the way Sara and Thea came when they were being fucked in the ass—two girls who were no strangers to taking it in the pussy—yet they seemed addicted to sodomy now. So it had to be that ass-fucking really, really got them off. Was that just a coincidence, or would anyone Laurel fucked like that come that hard?

Sara’s own tears ran into her mouth. She wasn’t sure anymore if she felt ecstasy or shame. She closed her lips around Felicity’s asshole and probed it with her lips. Her mind was reeling. The heat of Felicity’s virgin anus seemed to blister her tongue, sear her lips. The tip of her tongue wiggled at the sphincter, cajoling it open, gaining headway. Felicity moaned, the sound shaking her body with mounting ecstasy. Sara got the tip of her tongue inside Felicity and pushed it as hard as she could.

“Ohhhh, Sara, you’re my first, my first!” Felicity yelled. “First in my ass!”

Sara’s tongue penetrated her, going an inch into her ass. The tight pucker closed about her tongue, that tightness thrilling Sara, sending chills down to electrify her cunt. She whipped her tongue about, placing her hands on Felicity’s waist, her fingers digging into the abundant hips as she serviced Felicity.

“Tongue my asshole!” Felicity moaned, her body trembling with the sheer need she just had to voice. “Put your tongue up my asshole! Eat my ass, fuck my asshole!”

“Mmmmm,” Sara moaned into Felicity’s splayed anus and muffling asscheeks, the taste of Felicity’s ass cutting through her loopy arousal. It was so different from the flavor of Felicity’s cunt and it turned her on like a bitch in heat.

Her tongue went deeper and deeper. She thrust it in and reeled it out, licking as hard as she could no matter where it was. Felicity’s skin was goose pimpled in her hands and she realized the hacker couldn’t go much longer without her first anal orgasm.

Felicity shook all over. She was truly hot now—no longer able to summon up her old fears and nerves about taking Laurel’s strap-on into her ass. She had to do something to relieve the tension; she’d never been this hot before, not even as she voyeuristically enjoyed Laurel’s dirty, sexual games with Sara and Thea. She could feel sexual juices blossoming from her cunt and glossing her pubic hair. 

“Sara,” Laurel said calmly. “She’s been prepared enough. Hold her open for me. I’m taking her cherry.”

“But I’m, I’m not a virgin,” Felicity said, absurdly.

Laurel grinned. “Back there you are.”

“Not for long, though,” Thea added.

Felicity didn’t know if she exactly wanted this—if the free-floating lust inside her would really solidify around being the same kind of anal plaything she had seen Thea and Sara being. But the combination of exhaustion and horniness was too potent for her to resist. Sinking into the same submissive, eager-to-please torpor that Sara had just been in, Felicity lay flat on her belly. She looked over her shoulder at Laurel as the big strap-on came for her.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Laurel told her. “This is the worst it’s ever going to be. After this, your asshole will belong to us. And we’ll take good care of it. Sara, let me see that sweet little hole one last time before I stretch it out like it’s meant to be.”

Sara straddled Felicity’s back in reverse, facing Laurel as she pulled Felicity’s buttocks apart. Laurel’s face was pure sunshine as she saw the reveal of Felicity’s wet womanhood and the pink, puckered ring of her anus, glowing with Sara’s saliva. She centered her strap-on on Felicity’s asshole.

Felicity jumped when the outstretched dildo touched her—her asshole was so tender from Sara’s wild tongue that it might as well have been sore. Yet her usual aversion to pain and disdain for risk wasn’t showing up to the party. Instead, she felt infused with urgency, need, the promise of that kinky ecstasy she’d seen on Thea and Sara’s faces, heard in their pained screams. Their foreplay had worked. She was too filled with excitement to turn back now.

Felicity centered herself again and held still. This time, when the knob of the dildo pressed against her anus, she took it. Her sphincter parted and the dildo filled her—first her opening, then her senses, a forbidden sensation, a lust-crazed obligation she had never dreamed of before. 

Her anus closed tightly around the shaft even as her mind screamed for more… not even for herself, but to better please Laurel, to show even more of her devotion to her mistress. A low, lewd moan escaped Felicity as she felt the strap-on go further into her. She experienced a weird tightness, an awareness of decreasing tightness, an inward swelling that contained the seeds she recognized would become an orgasm. 

Gradually, Laurel packed her ass with the unyielding hardness of her strap-on. It went deeper and deeper inside her, filling her asshole as completely as her pussy ever had been. Releasing Felicity’s buttocks, Sara sat back and watched her lover take all her sister’s cock into her tiny hole.

“Do you like it, baby?” Laurel now had all of the strap-on embedded in Felicity’s ass, sounding awed as she watched Felicity’s anal muscles suck at the dildo. “Like being totally fucking impaled like that? Tell me how much you love my cock up your ass!”

Sara slid off of Felicity, freeing her up to lift herself up onto her hands and knees. Her breasts hung pendulously above the floor, while Laurel stayed mounted on her flank like a dog in heat.

“Unhh!” Felicity heaved her ass up even more, fucking it against Laurel’s shaft. “Yes! Oh fuck, yes! I love being buttfucked by you, Mistress! Fuck my asshole! Do it! Fuck it hard!”

“Mmm, Sara’s a good influence on you,” Laurel smirked. “She’s teaching you how to be one hell of a bitch.”

She pulled out her strap-on until only the mushroom-shaped knob was still beyond Felicity’s pink sphincter. Then she rammed it back home, her groin spanking into Felicity’s tight little ass as she pounded her stiff dildo inside of the hacker.

“Fuck me harder, Mistress!” 

Uncontrollably aroused now, Felicity was unspeakably gratified when Sara reached underneath her, into the wet curls of her pubic hair, and thrust two fingers into her dripping slit. She moaned in ecstasy, not sure where the rapture in her asshole ended and the rapture in her pussy began. 

“Yes, fuck me, make me yours!” Drool departed her splayed lips as Sara wantonly fingered her throbbing sex, rubbing Felicity’s clit with her thumb. “I’m gonna come! Please keep fucking my ass! Fuck me all the way through my dirty little orgasm!”

Laurel panted, still fucking her strap-on in and out of Felicity’s asshole. All she managed to force out in her blaze of lust was “Good—fucking—girl!”

Felicity gasped, feeling Sara’s fingers become a blur at her sex. The watching Thea let out an appreciative hum as Felicity came, her juices spurting from her, flying off of Sara’s jiggling fingers. Felicity had never dreamed sex, especially anal sex, could be so amazing. Now she knew why Sara and Thea’d had that glazed look in their eyes after Laurel sodomized him. The feel of Laurel’s long, thick cock stretching her ass was enough to banish all thoughts from her mind for a good long time. Felicity cried out with frenzied lust as her climax thundered inside her again and again, like Laurel was bringing it back to life every time her strap-on crashed into Felicity’s bowels.

Finally, she pulled her well-worn dildo from Felicity’s gaping asshole. Felicity knew that, at least for the time being, she was all used up. She stretched out on the bed and moaned deliriously, feeling pure satisfaction. 

The ceiling fan spun and pushed cool air down onto her sweaty body. She felt it trickle into her well-opened anus, tingling like a tongue far into her bowels. She now knew what Laurel meant when she said it wouldn’t hurt this bad again. But a part of her wouldn’t have minded if it hurt… if she really had to scream a lot before she got to come. 

“Looks like you were wrong, Thea,” Laurel said, spreading out beside her. “She is still a virgin.”

“You kidding me? You turned her asshole into a bucket.”

Laurel smirked. “Oh, she’s not an anal virgin anymore. But she still has her double anal cherry.”

Thea snuggled up to her mistress, just as Sara was doing to Felicity. The Lance sisters gave the needed aftercare to the bottom bitches in the room.

“I also said she wouldn’t be a virgin for long,” Thea reminded Laurel.

“That you did, Thea. That you did.”