Isn't It Romantic 5

Laurel walked through the department store with her face flushed. She was aroused and she wished she felt guiltier about it than she did. But ever since that day in the changing room, she couldn’t stop thinking about Sara’s ass. 

She was fucking Thea twice as often as before, but that did nothing to curb her appetites. She glanced quickly at Sara, wondering if her sister could smell how wet her pussy was. If she could, she’d probably think that Laurel wanted to share Thea again. The sisters pounding away in two of her holes or even sharing her precious asshole, womanly hips rocking back and forth, almost like they were fucking each other as their asses flexed and clenched in harmony. So close, Laurel mused while pretending to examine a dress, yet so far away.

“You know, I was a bottom bitch for Nyssa al Ghul,” Sara said casually, as if that sentence wouldn’t break into Laurel’s thoughts like a wrecking ball.

“Huh? What? What are you talking about?”

“I was her anal fucktoy,” Sara said, even more nonchalant. “But sometimes we’d double-team another woman, just like you and I did with Thea.”

Laurel’s cheeks turned bright red. “Why are you telling me this?”

“We seemed to be having an awkward silence. I just wanted you to know that I was seriously gone on Nyssa, but I have to admit, you’re a better top. If it were my ass on the line, I’d rather have you domming my ass than her. Hypothetically, I mean.”

“Oh God… I was just daydreaming a little.”

“Uh-huh. Is that why you’re interested in a disco figure skater outfit?”

Laurel let go of the price tag she’d been pretending to look over. “I could pull it off.”

Sara smiled benignly. “If you don’t feel like shopping, we could always get lunch.”

“I’m not really hungry,” Laurel said, trying not to imagine Sara and Nyssa sharing Thea. Or sharing her. 

For some reason, the thought of topping both of them—making them eat each other out, or fucking Nyssa’s ass while she had her strap-on in Sara’s ass—it burned in Laurel’s mind so hot that the heat reached all the way to her pussy.

“Then what about…” Sara jerked her head to the display window. Through it, on the other side of the street, Laurel could see a head shop. “It’s almost like they elected Ollie mayor since I was dead, isn’t it?”

Laurel blew air through her lips. “Like that’d ever happen.”

Sara put her arm through Laurel’s. “C’mon. I’ll get you some good kush. That’ll take your mind off whatever.”

Laurel felt a bit dubious, but this wasn’t her first time with weed. A joint or a bong hit couldn’t hurt. “Okay. Why not?”

***

Laurel mumbled and yawned and smacked her lips. She became aware slowly that she was on her back and her right hand was between her legs, cupping her itchy cunt with gentle pressure. Her eyes opened, shut, and she drifted off again, head heavy, the arousal in her pussy insistent but not enough to overcome her inertia.

The next time she woke up, her right hand was still rubbing at her pussy with rhythmic idleness. Her other hand was numb, trapped underneath a weight. Blearily, Laurel turned her head and saw someone—Thea?—sprawled out beside her. Her girlfriend and anal slut looked like a bitch in heat, even with what little was showing of her. She was in her bra and panties, tangled in the sheets so they covered the upper half of her body, while her waist was on top of Laurel’s forearm. Her panty-clad ass lurched and gyrated as she rubbed her sex against the bedspread, moaning as what little masturbatory pleasure that gave her filtered through to her semiconscious mind.

Vague memories surfaced in Laurel’s own addled mind. She and Sara and Thea had had a little lipstick party with a bong in a fancy hotel room they’d sprung for. So this had to be Thea. Who else could afford a room with a bed with Egyptian cotton?

Thea’s hips twisted and turned as she rutted against the mattress. More and more of her panties’ crotch-band sunk between the lips of Thea’s labia. Soon, one plump lip pushed past the fabric and then the other. They looked like they were calling out to Laurel in their exposure. 

“Thea?” Laurel whispered, feeling her clit tingle with firmness and hot blood.

“Unnnh,” Thea moaned from under the covers and deep in the pillow.

Laurel’s cunt fumed and no wonder. She couldn’t believe how hot Thea was. And Thea was hers. That fat ass belonged to her. A nice big butt that was hers to play with whenever she wanted. Not to mention the rest of her athletic body.

She reached out to touch the muscular hardness of Thea’s belly and was shocked at just how firm it was. Gently, she stroked her fingers down to Thea’s exposed pussy. Thea groaned at her touch, rolling onto her back, opening her legs. That pussy was Laurel’s too, even if it couldn’t compare to her incredibly fuckable ass and that nice, tight hole Laurel so loved to conquer over and over again. But there was something to be said for a sweet little pussy. Literally sweet. Before working up the courage to fuck Thea’s ass, Laurel could’ve drunk Thea’s cuntjuices for hours. 

Laurel’s head swam. Keeping up with Sara in the ganga department had made everything hazy. She giggled at the thought of them setting off a fire alarm and having to evacuate, half-dressed and blazed out of their minds. “I think I’ve got the munchies, Thea. You have anything for me to eat?”

“Mmmmph,” Thea sighed sleepily. Laurel heard her running her tongue over dry lips.

“I could eat your panties right up,” Laurel said as she slid Thea’s panties down her hips. Her bare cunt looked so pretty, so sensual. She really needed to fuck it as well as she did Thea’s tight ass. All of Thea needed and deserved to be fucked hard, from her perfect lips to her… to her fucking toes. “But you’d hate me if I got tooth marks on your expensive undies. So I’ll just…”

She eased her middle finger inside of Thea, entering just below her throbbing clitoris.

“Hhhn!” Thea gasped, hunching against Laurel’s hand, her tight cunt squeezing the intruding finger.

Laurel threw her lead over the lump Thea made in the covers, straddling the upper half of her body so she could better watch the lower half. Underneath her, Thea’s pink pussy clenched on her finger, the dewy wetness of her sweet-smelling folds making Laurel’s mouth water. Her clit was free of its hood now, dark with the sheer density of nerve endings in it, waiting to transmit Laurel’s pleasuring to all of Thea’s body. Her cunt was flushed with heat and the sheet under Thea’s ass was dappled with her dripping arousal. Laurel added another finger into Thea’s narrow opening, the wet flesh practically sucking her in.

“You’ve been such a good girl lately,” Laurel said, leaning down to anoint each of Thea’s thighs with kisses. “Taking my cock no matter how deep I want to put it. I’m running out of hours of the day to give you all the orgasms you deserve. Gonna have to start doing it while you’re asleep. You dreaming of me, Thea? Dreaming of how much more of a slut you’re going to be for me when you wake up?”

Laurel pushed her thumb down on Thea’s clit. Wet and slippery, it slithered free of her pressure. Laurel chased after it, battering it around inside its hood, making it slip and slide at the top of Thea’s slit. Thea’s pussy went wild.

“Ghhhh!” she cried, her slender body shaking. Her hips lifted—she fucked herself on Laurel’s joined fingers, helping to give herself the orgasm that clenched her body. Wetter than ever, she collapsed, flesh quivering, voice babbling incoherently.

“You smell so fucking good,” Laurel breathed. “I’m gonna lick your cunt dry, baby. I’m gonna be full of your cream before I pump that fat ass of yours with my cock.”

Thea would’ve liked the sound of that if she were awake. And if she weren’t lying on the floor, her kinky little body insensate while her mistress made Sara Lance come like an animal being mated.