Isn't It Romantic update

Felicity’s pussy pulsed and warmed, her cream flowing out of her, gushing all over Sara’s rosy face. Sara happily rubbed her face into it. It felt like she was soaking in the happiness she was bringing Felicity. 

Through the steamy satisfaction of pleasuring Felicity, Sara heard footsteps creaking along the hallway that connected her bedroom to Laurel’s, then the door opening and closing. In her current position, she had her back to the door, so she could only hear Laurel and Thea giggle as they came in. She didn’t care. Let them watch. Sara grinned lewdly against Felicity’s pussy.

“God, you two do make a cute couple,” Laurel drawled. She was naked except for the strap-on that bobbed at her groin. “Thea and I couldn’t help but overhear you sweethearts admit your feelings for each other, in your own tough chick slash awkward giraffe way.”

Thea patted Laurel on the back. She too was nude, taking each step gingerly, with a flicker of pain on her face. There was only so much comfort in her reign of motion after Laurel had used her as a cocksleeve. “You’re such a good matchmaker.”

Laurel grinned. “Uh-huh. Shit, Felicity, look at you. Sara’s really going to town on that cunt, isn’t she? Imagine, being so curious about anal sex, and then getting off on a little head.”

“Well, she isn’t as jaded as Sara,” Thea reasoned. “She hasn’t been our butt bitch even a single day. Now, Sara, she’ll need to get fucked in the ass if she wants to come. And she does deserve to come.”

“Yes,” Laurel agreed, “being so honest with Felicity, doing such a good job making her squirt—I think she’s earned a hard cock in her asshole.”

Felicity opened her mouth to say something, even through her ecstasy worried that they were taking advantage of Sara, but Sara brushed her fingers against Felicity’s lips to shut her up. “Yes,” Sara whimpered, speaking between kisses at Felicity’s mound to pacify her. “Fuck me in my ass, Mistress. Please… I want your strap-on in my bowels while I eat Felicity’s pussy.”

“Then get back to work eating that cunt,” Thea cheered, dropping onto the bed beside Felicity. “You know there’s no way Laurel isn’t going to fuck that sweet ass of yours.”

Laurel got on her knees behind Sara on the bed, rubbing the lubed-up head of her strap-on up and down the pouty lips of Sara’s pussy. But it was only a feint. Soon, her strap was between the cheeks of Sara’s ass, hands gripping her buttocks, the pressure of her cockhead against Sara’s tight pucker.

“Ooooh!” Sara mewled, shoving back against the hardness probing her anus. The pressure increased, but it didn’t go in—not without Laurel’s say-so. “Yes, yes, oh please!”

“Don’t forget about your little friend,” Laurel said warningly. “She’s our guest, after all. You have sixty seconds to start eating Felicity out again. Starting—now!”

She drove her hips forward and Sara cried out directly into Felicity’s pussy, feeling the tip of the strap-on finally slip inside her. She screamed as it went deeper and deeper. “Ohhh, Mistress, yes! More, Mistress! Give me more of your cock in my asshole!”

Felicity couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Even after eavesdropping on their threesome and watching with her own eyes as Thea and Laurel used Sara together, it seemed impossible that she was a part of it. Her already unbelievable fuck with Sara had now become totally insane. She was at ground zero of an orgy and it blew her mind.

“Her strap-on is in you, Sara!” Felicity babbled. Lying beside her, Thea cackled in amusement. “I can see her strap-on in your asshole!”

Sara quickly kissed Felicity’s thigh, assuring her it was okay, even as she shoved her ass back at Laurel. “Fuck me, mistress!” she urged. “Please fuck me in the ass!”

She felt her asshole burn as it stretched around Laurel’s strap-on, the dildo feeling twice the size it usually was, but Laurel knew how to handle it. With her strong hands holding onto Sara’s buttocks, she gave her sister only what she knew Sara could take. There was only a little pain—by now, the younger Lance was well-trained to take some truly massive toys. 

It was a good thing Sara was resigned to being Laurel’s bitch, and Thea’s bitch, and whatever the hell she would be with Felicity, for the rest of her life. She didn’t know if there was a man alive who wasn’t ruined for her by how Laurel used her ass.

Laurel’s cock went deeper, the harness banging against Sara’s pulsing labia, adding an entirely different kind of spice to the sensations that were flowing through her like magma. Sara felt Laurel’s hand move under her, caressing the rippling muscles of her belly in proud ownership. Her sister’s touch moved lower, to rub at her burgeoning clit.

Sara’s eyes rolled back in her head; she wailed in enjoyment as Laurel fucked her twice over, rubbing her clit and pumping into her ass. Now that Sara’s asshole was ready, Laurel put her free hand on Sara’s shoulder, holding them all in place as she pistoned her cock into Sara’s asshole.

Sara quaked—the grip on her shoulder pulled her back into Laurel’s thrusting strap-on. The feeling of being fucked in the ass flooded her nerves with heat far beyond her anus; Sara mewled and whimpered with the intensity of the feeling. She could feel cool air along the cleft of her ass, normally nestled between her pert buttocks, but now exposed as Laurel’s thrusts spread her asscheeks far apart. 

Laurel sodomized her even more powerfully, her strap-on coming harder and faster, the harness rubbing against Sara’s engorged cuntlips as Laurel ground the dildo into her bowels. Laurel’s callused fingers twisted her clit again, making Sara squeal as an orgasm exploded inside her. She knew this climax was only the first of many. Once Laurel made her come, it always felt like she would keep orgasming until she died from it.

From what seemed like a very far distance away, she was aware of Thea cuddling against Felicity, cooing in her ear. “Don’t let Sara have all the fun. She has to service you too. Mistress Laurel said so. Go on, Felicity—you know she’s a bitch. Treat her like one. She’s already coming from it…”

Under the urging of Thea’s stroking hands, Felicity spread her legs wide. Her cuntlips sprayed, letting out the sweet scent of her arousal. Even if Sara were being double-fucked, she couldn’t have resisted that smell, the sight of Felicity’s glossy pink folds, the quiver in them as Felicity waited to be pleased...

Sara looked up at Felicity, meeting her gorgeous eyes, but as much as she wanted to return to the delicious taste of her lover, she hesitated. Used to being Laurel’s bitch, she had slipped under the waters of submission, entering a headspace where she was so receptive to Laurel’s wishes for her that it was almost like telepathy. And she knew Laurel didn’t want her to show initiative, didn’t want her to have any authority right now. Felicity had to be the aggressor. 

And somehow, miraculously, Felicity’s lips parted. “Lick me, Sara… please… lick my cunt… I’m so, really, turned on… Laurel’s fucking you in the ass, and, and, if she’s fucking you, you should be fucking me! Eat my pussy, Sara! Now!”

Sara felt a line of drool escape her lips. There was something indescribably hot about seeing the normally mild-mannered Felicity assert herself, even a little. She had a few seconds left to Laurel’s deadline. She spoke hotly: “I’ll eat your cunt, baby! Yes! Your sweet pussy! Gonna eat your pussy while Mistress Laurel fucks me in the ass!”

Sara hunched her ass against Laurel’s plunging strap-on, steadying herself for more hard thrusts into her asshole. Then she slipped her hands under Felicity’s ass, clutching the firm, round buttocks that she could only imagine would soon be enjoying a similar treatment to what she was currently getting. 

She brought her mouth back to Felicity’s sex and was instantly licking and sucking furiously, sharing the same enthusiasm she was feeling as Laurel pumped into her splayed asshole. Sara whimpered into Felicity’s wet cunt every time Laurel hilted herself into her anus. And, wonderfully, Felicity held the back of her head, grinding her sex into Sara’s mouth.

The warm appreciation of Felicity’s cunt smeared into Sara’s mouth as lavishly as lipstick. Sara swallowed all of that sweetness that she could, her tongue delving and wiggling for more. As Felicity rolled her hips, trying to get more of Sara’s tongue, Sara tightened her grip on Felicity’s buttocks to get more of her pussy. 

Her own ass, clenching and bounding with Laurel’s stabbing thrusts, felt like it was on fire, ecstasy burning her up. Between the taste and the sensation, she came, her empty cunt spasming and tightening just like Felicity’s was doing, wrapped around her tongue. Sara moaned in rapture and it mingled with the sound of Felicity’s ecstasy. 

Sara felt Laurel rut into her again. The strap-on seemed to fill and stretch her rectum more than ever before. She groaned—despite the pain, her climax intensified. Her breasts felt swollen, the nipples tender as they rubbed at the sheet upon which she kissed and lapped at Felicity’s throbbing pussy. From the way Felicity’s sex clenched around her tongue, Sara would’ve known she was coming even if she’d been gagged.

Laurel grunted, forcing her strap-on into Sara harder than ever—the sound was muffled by Felicity’s slender thighs squeezing down on her head. One last, screaming orgasm tore through her naked body. She shook with its force, cried out its pleasure into Felicity’s wetness. Sara felt faint, swooning with the demands of her pleasure, but that was what Laurel wanted—to force one last climax from Sara’s overwhelmed body.

Felicity slumped down to the bed, trying woozily to regain her breath. Sara rested her head on Felicity’s soft underbelly, nestling in its pillowy goodness while Laurel withdrew her strap-on. Sara’s anus clutched at it as though reluctant to let go; Sara let out a groan when it finally came free. 

Despite how weak she was from being ravaged by her multiple orgasms, Sara was too good a sub to fall out of position. She kept her knees drawn under her, her shapely ass shivering and swaying in the air like her splayed hole was on display. It still tingled with how it had stretched, giving Sara enough pleasure for her to have the energy to kiss Felicity’s blonde fuzz—assuring the hacker that she had more than enjoyed herself.

Laurel rolled onto her back. She, on the other hand, could only think that Thea had been left out of the action for long enough. “Queen, get the fuck over here,” she ordered. “Get on this goddamn cock and make your asshole look just like that crater my sister has.”