Three-Way Split update

Late at night, Hope enjoyed a dream so satisfying she didn’t ever want to wake up from it. Lizzie and Josie were there, naked, with enormous strap-ons worn at their groins like the one Hope had used as she sodomized Elena. She was on her knees this time, letting the artificial cocks compete for her attention. She sucked furiously on Josie’s while jacking off Lizzie’s, then she switched, rubbing her saliva into Josie’s dildo while laving more of it onto Lizzie’s shaft.

She would’ve thought that in real life, there’d be some guilt to the three of them having sex, something pained on Lizzie or Josie’s faces as they committed incest. This dream, though, held no regrets of any kind. The twins only sighed happily, smiling down at her as she sucked for them. Lizzie held Hope’s head in place while Josie, with her hands on the back of her hips, rocked herself so that her dildo fucked into Hope’s mouth. Hope was happy to accept her throat being a sheath for one of their cocks.

“Mmm…” Lying underneath tangled covers, soaked in sweat, Hope twisted and panted in her sleep. Her cunt ached, the fact that her hands were fisted in her sheets the only thing that kept her from touching it. “Oh, Lizzie, Josie, I want both of you… make a sandwich with me in the middle… fuck me from both sides… make me come like Elena did… I saw how much she loved being a… a…”

“A cock slut?” a voice asked above her. “You don’t have to dream about that, Hope. Wake up and smell this dick.”

Hope came to, shaken awake by a strange hand. She opened her eyes and saw Katherine standing overhead, smiling down at her from the dark. Before Hope could say anything, Katherine put a finger over her mouth.

“Remember Elena? You sure had fun pretending she was your bitch instead of mine. Now it’s time to pay your debt. Get up and follow me. We’ll see if I can’t loosen you up a little for when you get the twins into bed.”

Fearfully, Hope got out of bed as quietly as she could. Katherine led her to the hall door and when she opened it, the new light let her see that Katherine wore only a strap-on harness. The dildo stood out obscenely in front of her, catching the light so clearly that Hope could see moisture dripping off it.

“I thought I’d throat-fuck Elena before I came over,” Katherine explained. “A little lubrication to make this easy for you. She was happy to help. I think she really enjoyed being your guinea pig. Who knows—maybe Lizzie and Josie will like taking your cock just as much. If that’s what you want.”

Katherine led Hope down the stairs to the darkened living room, then through the equally dark kitchen. Hope thought they were going to go into the garage, but instead, Katherine took her into the laundry room. 

“That… that is what I want,” Hope said as firmly as possibly. “Not that… cock slut stuff. Just sex. I care about them both so much and there’s no reason the three of us can’t—“

“Hope, Hope, Hope,” Katherine interrupted. “You haven’t been reading your classics. ‘Everything is about sex except for sex. Sex is about power.’ Which is it you want, Hope? Sex or power? When you fell into bed with Elena, were you hoping to be on top or on bottom?”

“It’s not like that,” Hope insisted.

“Then you weren’t the slightest bit curious when Elena came so hard? Because I don’t think it was because you’re such a good top. I think it was entirely because she’s a little bottom bitch.”

The laundry room was a windowless cubicle, cramped and thoughtless, with the washer and dryer and hamper of dirty clothes on top of the dryer combining to crowd out the little space there was for humans. There was just enough room for both Hope and Katherine to step inside. 

Katherine shut the door, then tugged on the chain that led up to the bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. It gave the closet a stark glow that itself pressed in on them, making the space seem even more oppressively small.

“Take your clothes off,” Katherine said, wearing a sultry grin that seemed to enjoy telling Hope what to do more than the prospect of seeing her naked. “Set it on the floor. We wouldn’t want your knees to get sore, now would we?”

Hope blushed, not just at the prospect of stripping naked, but at the implications of her knees getting sore. She didn’t know how this had gone so far. Katherine had just come into her house and woken her up and… it was like she knew about the sexy dream Hope had been having, knew how open she was to more of the same, whether she was awake or asleep.

“I think maybe I… I shouldn’t be doing this… I know some things happened with Elena, but—“

“We had a deal,” Katherine interrupted, her voice dark. “Remember? This is your end of the bargain. Giving up your anal virginity to me. First you get my cock nice and wet, then you take it up the ass. Now, you’ve already seen how much Elena enjoyed it. Why do you think you won’t like it?”

“I… I’m not like Elena,” Hope muttered, summoning up some force in her words. “Not a slut.”

“Then why are you here, with me, in the middle of the night, letting me talk you into taking cock up the ass?” Katherine smiled viciously. “Of course, you could break our deal. That’s your choice. But I’d have to let people know that your word isn’t good. That you got what you wanted but didn’t hold up your end of the bargain. And I do have proof, Hope. How do you think Josie and Lizzie will feel when I show them a video of you and Elena? Do you think they’ll like the thought that you were thinking of them while you used someone’s asshole—that you wanted them to be your whores just like Elena was?”

“You wouldn’t!” Hope gasped in a small voice.

“I wouldn’t want to,” Katherine corrected, her smile falling into a sardonic little curve of her lips. “But you understand that I can’t let someone go around our fine community breaking promises—not keeping their word. It’s a question of the public good.”

“O-okay then,” Hope muttered, trying to center herself, find her bearings as the feeling of giving in washed over her. This was still a bargain, right? She could still negotiate… “But I don’t have to get down on my knees. If all you want is my, my butt, then that’s all you get. I’m not blowing you.”

Katherine shrugged. “Suit yourself. I just thought you’d want all the lubrication you could get.”

“But you said Elena sucked you off—“

“She did,” Katherine purred. “It was magical. But that was a while ago. And I didn’t come straight here. I had to send some letters, return a few books to the library, you know how it is. I’m sure there’s some spit left on my cock; I really gagged Elena with it. But if I were you, I’d double up on the lube. You’ll want all you can get when it’s going into your virgin asshole.”

Whimpering softly, Hope began pulling off her pajamas. With each passing moment, she felt Katherine’s eyes more keenly on her creamy skin and large, pendulous breasts—then her uncut bush as she wiggled out of her bottoms. 

Finally, she used her feet to make a little hill of her discarded clothes on the cement floor. And she stood there, thinking that of the blunt walls and big blocky machines in this room, lithe little Katherine was the biggest obstacle. Something totally inevitable, impossible to get by.

Seeing Hope giving in—convincing herself to give in—Katherine put a friendly hand on her shoulder. Then pushed her insistently downward. “Down we go, Hope. Let’s not take up a lot of time. You’ll need a lot of rest after what I do to you.”

Hope knelt there, her own shed clothing cutting down on the chill she felt through the bare cement floor, and she let Katherine present her with the girthy dildo she was expected to suck.

“Mmmm,” Katherine purred as Hope stuck her tongue out, running it over her cockhead and tasting some of the clear juice that had been drying on it. It didn’t taste like saliva, at least, not the tastelessness of Hope’s own saliva. It tasted like… girl. 

Somehow, Hope knew that Katherine had done more than make Elena suck this dildo. She had fucked her with it. And no matter how much it tasted of Elena, Hope would have to suck it if she wanted to ease its passage when it was going into her own body.

Opening her mouth, Hope closed her lips over the dildo’s tip, slashing her tongue across the head of the shaft like she could rub the moisture deep into the material. Katherine breathed hard in satisfaction, watching as Hope slurped on the cockhead, then bobbed her mouth on the dildo’s length, trying to smear all of it with her saliva. There was no way that Katherine would be satisfied with less than every inch of it going into Hope’s ass. 

“Better call it quits, Hope,” Katherine said. “There’s no way you can lick your way to the center of this Tootsie Pop. No, it goes to the center of you. On your belly, little girl. Present your ass. You know where this cock is going now!”

Hope wanted to put on a brave face, but with the inevitability of what was going to happen so overwhelming, she had to whimper in frustration. She got down on all fours. Katherine crouched down behind her, mounting her, rubbing her wet dildo between Hope’s buttocks. Hope breathed harder, squealing as Katherine dipped the dildo into her asshole, then pulled it back out before it could penetrate. Laughing, Katherine moved the strap-on down and ran it against Hope’s snatch, anointing it with the juices her helplessly aroused body had produced.

“Do you think it hurt Elena when you put it in?” Katherine asked, her words penetrating Hope’s mind as surely as she was about to impale Hope’s ass. “Or did she like it? It seemed to me that she really liked it. Do you think you will, Hope? Think you’ll like being my anal whore as much as Elena liked being yours? Open that ass up for me, girl. I want to see that tight little hole I’m gonna fuck.”

Blushing with such shame her cheeks seemed like they were about to catch on fire, Hope reached behind herself and spread open her buttocks with one hand on either side of the split. She could feel Katherine’s eyes on her pink asshole—hear Katherine lick her lips.

“Mmmm, all snug and puckered like it’s waiting for me. It may be virgin, but it knows what’s going to happen. Maybe when you were ass-fucking Elena, somewhere in the back of your mind you were thinking what fun it would be, being on the receiving end of that dick you were giving her.”

Gripping the strap-on in her fist, Katherine put the tip of the dildo right in the middle of Hope’s tightly clenched asshole. Then she eased it forward, Hope resisting, starting to squirm and moan as the probing dildo tested the strength of her muscles. Katherine pushed with greater force, making Hope wince. The strap-on was now making its way into her anus, turning her rectum into a sheath for this phallic intrusion.

“Oh God! God! Shit!” Hope cried helplessly. “How can you do this to me? It’s so big! Why does it have to be so big? It hurts! It hurts so much! Why can’t you do this with Elena? She likes it, I could tell she likes it! I hate it!”

“Do you?” Katherine asked with good-natured humor, starting to rock her hips, jaggedly drawing the strap-on out and then pushing it back in a little harder to take and retake every inch that she forced Hope’s ass to stretch for her. “Do you hate to come? I can smell your cunt, you little whore, and it smells just like it did when you were dreaming of Lizzie and Josie making you their slut!”

Hope bit her lip, trying to bury her humiliation in the pain now that the feeling of Katherine impaling her ass was becoming something else, as intense as agony but not unpleasant, not at all unpleasant. Her asshole was throbbing and clenching, her clit stiffening as she accepted Katherine’s slow drive of the dildo into her anus like it had been built for cock. As ashamed as it made her, she was getting turned on from having a prick in her ass—enjoying having Katherine fuck her backdoor like it had never been meant to.

“Nhhh!” Hope cried out, feeling a savage thrust slap Katherine’s loins against her vulnerable buttocks. It was like with the pain fading out and the pleasure rushing in to replace it, Katherine had slammed her asshole hard just to remind Hope she was her anal bitch. “Not so hard! That hurts!”

“Ask me if I care!” Katherine laughed gleefully, tightening her hands on Hope’s naked hips, holding on so hard it was like she was dragging Hope’s ass back to be impaled on her pumping dildo. “I don’t doubt it hurts, you little bitch, but already you’re starting to love it. Your body knows you’re a bottom bitch, even if you’re under the mistaken impression that topping Elena makes you a stud. Just so you know, Elena’s such a dirty anal whore that she’d bottom for a fucking Sybian. It’s a measure of what a fucking sub she is for me that she even bottomed for you. Me making her come with you was like getting her off with my little finger. It just proved that her ass is a hundred percent mine and she will never be anything but my personal slut! Just like you, Hope, you little fucking whore! Fucking come like the anal slut you are! Come from how much you love your ass being my cock holster!”

Katherine drove her hips violently against Hope’s bare buttocks, not stopping until the narrow passage of Hope’s rectum had let in every inch of her enormous strap-on. With the entire length stuffed inside of Hope, opening her up from her anus to her bowels, Katherine fucked the tunnel she’d forced open. She drew out the strap-on only to smash it furiously back into Hope’s splayed asshole.

“Unnhhhh!” Hope’s eyes rolled back in her head, a fine sheen of sweat covering her face as burning heat filled her ass. But even that pain was overcome by the pleasure uncontrollably building inside her, clenching and tightening in her sex. “Jesus, Katherine! Oh, ohh!” Shamefully she offered herself up for more, lifting her hips to better let Katherine fuck her in the ass. “Nnnh… I hate you… I… gggkk!”

“But do you like being fucked, Hope?” Katherine grinned, only reaming out Hope’s asshole harder and faster. “Do you like a big cock up your ass? Do you like being an anal whore? I bet you wondered how anyone could like acting like such a perverted slut when you were putting your dick in Elena’s hole—now you fucking know, Hope. Now you know why she’s a dirty little butt bitch who lives to be fucked!”

Now Katherine was fucking her harder than Hope thought even her pussy could take, and that was supposed to be fucked, supposed to be rammed into. She closed her eyes—they felt like they would burst out of her head—and wailed at how much she was feeling. Katherine was somehow making her feel everything her body could feel, all at once, all along where she had impaled Hope’s asshole.

“Please!” Hope cried. “Make me come! Let me feel it! I need it, Katherine! Please, just… just fuck me!”

Katherine’s strap-on expanded into spaces that Hope hadn’t known could be reached. She fucked Hope roughly, like only a slut could enjoy, but Hope’s pussy wasn’t cringing, it was warm, getting hotter. Her juices boiled out of her. Her body shook madly. Her nerves were stretched taut, ready to snap if she didn’t climax soon. She needed relief. She’d give anything for relief.

“Fuck me!” Hope begged, unable to stop herself. “Fuck my asshole! Give it to me like a bitch! Like a bitch in heat!”

Katherine drove her huge dildo in and out of Hope’s loose asshole. By now the once-virgin sphincter was utterly deafened. The only sound was that of meat against meat as Katherine’s hips slapped against splayed flesh of Hope’s ass.

Finally, Katherine stopped, all of her huge dildo buried in Hope’s ass, her bowels, her once forbidden taboo.

“Come, whore,” Katherine said calmly.

Hope felt herself burst, explode into a hotly shining star that radiated pleasure throughout her body, all the pain and humiliation she’d felt finally birthing pure ecstasy. She didn’t know what it meant that she loved Katherine’s cock now more than she’d ever loved anything in her life, but she didn’t care. All that mattered—all that could matter—was how good it felt to be what Katherine had called her. 

A whore.