Isn't It Romantic 2

A length of phallic vine circled up Laurel’s leg, passing underneath the crotch of her panties for support before protruding from her groin in full masculine glory. It wove around her hips like the straps of a dildo before tying itself around its prior length and coming to a rest, now having formed a very certain erection. 

“Straight from Gotham City,” Thea said, hearts in her eyes as she regarded its twelve inches. “It’s supposed to really feel incredible. And it comes. When it senses you going off, it ejaculates this, like, syrup. Apparently Harley Quinn is addicted to the stuff.”

“And here I thought the weirdest thing you’d ever get for me is airpods,” Laurel responded, marveling herself at the enormous ‘strap-on’, which throbbed and flexed like a living thing.

“You’re dating a rich girl, sweetie. I don’t want to just pick up your Starbucks tab until the end of time. I wanna spoil you a little.”

“Technically, you’re the one on the receiving end of this gift.”

“I know!” Thea chirped. “You’d hate it if I bought you a big-screen TV or something—threw my money around—but this, this is from the heart.”

“I thought you said it was from Gotham City.” Laurel put her hand around its base. She could almost feel it breathing, with a quickening slickness against her pussy. Its liveliness was like a little massage right where she was most tender—as if she needed to be more excited than she was. “So, how do you wanna break it in?” Her voice dipped huskily. “I gotta say, there is something about that cute little mouth of yours when it’s wrapped around a cock.”

Thea shook her head quickly. “Uh-uh. No time. Put it in my asshole. I want to try out how it feels in my bowels.”

“Jesus,” Laurel breathed. She couldn’t believe what she’d heard. Thea really didn’t want a dildo this big in her tiny little asshole, did she?

It had been months since Laurel had first sodomized Thea and Laurel had to admit, maybe it was a mistake for a woman with her addictive personality to start fucking Thea’s juicy little ass. Because she was obsessed with Thea’s butt. She fucked it every chance she got and she couldn’t even feel guilty about it, because Thea loved it even more than she did. It was a rare night that Laurel didn’t have to fuck Thea to sleep, with the younger woman constantly demanding more and Laurel happily giving it to her until their bodies were raw and aching with exhaustion.

And though she loved the hell out of Thea’s ass—tight and compact, but with just the right amount of curves to fill out any damn thing she put it in—Laurel’d become addicted to asses in general. She walked down the street, she could barely keep her eyes to herself. When Felicity turned around, Laurel had to resist the urge to smack her ass. And no matter what Nyssa did, Laurel had to stop herself from licking her lips when she walked away with that ass nearly bursting out of her tight leather pants.

It was enough to make Laurel worry she was becoming some sort of nymphomaniac and dragging Thea down with her. Thea needed something in her ass to orgasm, whether it was a finger in her hole while Laurel ate her out or a buttplug holding her open as she serviced Laurel. And nothing got her off like a strap-on. 

Thea wholeheartedly agreed with Laurel that her ass was Laurel’s property and was happy to maintain that claim. Laurel wasn’t sure which of them had come up with the rule, but Thea’s ass was always to be open. Sometimes, it was enough that it gaped open after some strap-on anal. Other times, it was just a buttplug. But either way, she wasn’t satisfied with a fuck before bed. 

She showed up at the DA’s office ‘to bring Laurel lunch,’ but always in a skirt that ended up flicked over her nice round ass while Laurel bent her over the desk and gave her the abuse that only her ripe young flesh could withstand. Dinners at Queen manor ended with a walk through the hedge maze and Thea taking it on all fours from the strap-on that Laurel now wore under her trousers at all times. And sometimes, Laurel woke up in the morning to Thea anally riding her strap. She punished Thea for the liberty she took, but having her ass spanked while she was sodomized only encouraged her. 

And Laurel couldn’t say she wanted it any other way. Fucking Thea’s ass was the best high in the world: better than drugs, better than drink, better than being a superhero. It scared her how much the two of them took to their roles as mistress and slave. It was like they were soulmates, bound by their mutual enjoyment of the act, but there was nothing romantic about the intensity they peaked at. Well, except maybe how Thea cuddled up to her after, satisfied beyond all reason, radiating pure love for how Laurel had made her feel and Laurel feeling the same way. Like they’d both been missing the same piece since birth and somehow they were able to get it back this way, even share it, one common part making them both whole.

Still, Laurel couldn’t help but want to slow things down. She’d fallen hard for a Queen before and it hadn’t ended well. She knew it was impossible, but she wanted to hold back, protect herself somehow long after she was committed body and soul to whatever this thing was. And the only way she could think to do that was her sister Sara.

Since Sara had come back from the Lazarus Pit, she’d needed help and support and Laurel was determined she would get it. Sara had moved into Laurel’s apartment and they spent almost every day together, which put a damper on things with Thea. Sara was taking full advantage of her only job being ‘walking corpse’ at the moment, sleeping in until noon, and that gave Laurel and Thea the perfect opportunity for at least one assfuck per day.

The thing was, there was a downside to the plan. Laurel had thought Thea was the one addicted to what they were doing, but with their sex life now on life support, Laurel was the one who ended up with lots of desire and not enough Thea to take it out on. Which meant that even if Laurel wasn’t sodomizing Thea at every opportunity, she was firmly in the camp of checking out Felicity and every other woman with more ass than Kiera Knightley. 

She even found herself staring at Sara—watching as her own sister shook her cute little ass on the way to the shower, in a pair of boxers, bent over the kitchen island casually reading the paper with her ass filling out a pair of jeans like there was no tomorrow. And goddamn her, Sara could wear a pair of shorts that made her ass look like a Georgia peach and she loved tight shorts that couldn’t possibly leave any circulation in those long, long legs that led inevitably to that made-to-be-spanked ass… Even Sara’s Black Canary costume led to sick, perverted thoughts of working those tight leather pants down until her fat ass burst out, then Laurel—no, Nyssa could bury her face in those thick cheeks and lick away until Sara’s gorgeous face was contorted in ecstasy. Because Nyssa was the one having dirty, wrong sex with Sara. Laurel was just… her sister.

The real worst-case-scenario was when Sara would casually pat Laurel on the ass in a little bit of sisterly affection. Laurel would always redden as she nearly came in her pants at the implication. She thought she covered it up well enough that Sara couldn’t tell the effect she was having on her poor sex-starved sister, but that just meant Sara kept doing it. Sometimes, if Sara left, the intensity of the feeling sent Laurel to the shower and a long stress relief session, just her and the masturbating showerhead. And when she had an orgasm that kinky, it was almost enough to make up for not being able to drag Thea to the nearest wall and ruin her ass like they both liked it.

“Hey.” Thea patted Laurel’s cheek. “Where’d you go?”

Laurel colored. She couldn’t believe it. Here she was, finally getting her fix, not to mention finally satisfying her girlfriend, and all she could do was space out and think about her sister’s ass. What was next, going into Sara’s room at night and spying on her ass as she slept on her belly with the covers kicked off? (She’d done that once, but only because she was blitzed on Five Hour Energy and she hadn’t touched herself after, no matter how much she wanted to.)

“I was just… aren’t you afraid it will hurt? I mean, this dildo’s huge. Maybe a smaller one?”

Thea turned around and wiggled her ass lustfully. She knew Laurel would look. Look down at her huge strap-on and then at Thea’s tiny pink asshole. Neither of them knew how it could possibly fit in there—both of them were afraid it would hurt her—but Thea wanted it anyway. She knew Laurel would find a way to use it without hurting her more than was absolutely necessary.

“That’s how much I love you,” Thea said. “I don’t care how much it hurts. I’ll put on some Vaseline and then you can really make me gape.”

Laurel nodded slowly. She felt like she was being unfaithful to Thea somehow—the cutbacks on their sex life, the thing with Sara—if this was Thea’s definition of being a good girlfriend, she’d go for it. “If it hurts too much, I’ll stop.”

“I know you will,” Thea said, smiling lustily. She knew for certain that Laurel wouldn’t stop.

A moment later she had the jar of Vaseline. She’d been sure to keep it nearby. Sometimes it wasn’t even necessary—the plug kept her so wide that all she had to do was lick and suck Laurel’s strap-on a while and then it could go right in. But it made the occasion feel all the more special for them to go through with all the little steps.

Thea unscrewed the lid, then dipped her fingers into the goopy jelly. After she set the jar aside, she grasped Laurel’s strap-on with her dripping hand, firmly working her fist up and down. She greased Laurel so thoroughly that Laurel thought she could feel her touch radiating through the dildo and into her actual flesh.

“Your turn,” Laurel gasped. She slapped Thea’s ass, making the girl whimper as she groped one buttock and worked it away from the hole. Then, scooping up a tower of Vaseline on two fingers, she pushed them against Thea’s anus and rubbed them around.

Thea jacked the strap-on faster. It slipped easily through her fist no matter how hard she squeezed her fingers together. The Vaseline left it hot and slippery and juicy; Thea knew it would fit in her asshole. They would make it fit, no matter how much lubrication it took.

The huge gob of Vaseline that Laurel had pressed into Thea’s asshole was almost melting from the feverish heat of her overly aroused body. Laurel ran her hand down between Thea’s legs and cupped her pussy, massaging the slimy Vaseline into the folds of her labia too. Between the Vaseline and Thea’s own arousal, Laurel’s fingers soon slid frictionlessly over Thea’s smoothly shorn pussy. She climbed her fingertips up to Thea’s erect clit and anointed it with lubricant too.

“Oh, fuck, Laurel!” Thea squealed, rubbing herself shamelessly against her girlfriend’s hand. “It gets me so fucking hot when you’re about to do my ass. But it doesn’t matter how many times you finger me off, I still need your cock in my ass. It’s so dirty. It’s so fucking dirty, I can’t believe I’m doing this, but it just makes me come so hard, Laurel, you have no idea.”

Laurel took a hand away, giving Thea a slap on the ass that left her handprint in gooey Vaseline all over Thea’s incredible butt. It made Laurel want to lick it right up, but they only had so much time before Sara woke up. Thankfully, she was a deep sleeper, and Thea wouldn’t wake her, at least not with the first orgasm. After that, well—Laurel kept a gag on hand.

Thea got down on all fours, right on the ground, her ass shaking tantalizingly as she stuck it up in the air. She wasn’t trying to tempt Laurel, at least not consciously. She just always trembled before she got fucked.

Laurel knelt behind her quivering ass. “Spread your legs a little further,” she said. “This is bigger than normal, remember? Good, now lift it up to me—push your ass out like a good girl. Oh, baby.” Laurel leaned down and kissed the sheer roundness of Thea’s ass, making her girlfriend groan in dismay. There was only so much waiting a slut like her could take. But just like Laurel had said, Thea was a good girl.

“Please,” Thea sighed breathily, shoving her ass out for all she was worth. “Please, please, please—couldn’t sleep a wink last night. Kept thinking of how you were going to fuck me in the morning. Please, Laurel, I’m a good girl, you promised, you know I’m a slut and you know I need it…”

“Shhh,” Laurel interrupted emphatically, putting one hand on Thea’s waist, the other hand on her strap-on to guide it in. She patted Thea’s hip commiseratingly and Thea moaned, knowing she understood, knowing now Laurel would give her what she needed…

The floorboards creaked outside the door. “Laurel?” Sara whispered. “Sis? You up?”

Thea looked over her shoulder at Laurel. “No, no, don’t you dare!”

Sara tried the doorknob. “Laurel? Why is the door locked?”

“She’ll go back to bed in a minute,” Thea said in a low voice. “Please, please, I fucking need it, Laurel, I’ll do anything!”

Laurel was already slipping off the strap-on. “She’s my sister, Thea. I’ll make it up to your later. Just hide in the closet for a minute, okay?”

“I’ll suck it,” Thea said desperately. “After you fuck my ass, I’ll put your cock in my mouth and clean it off. I know you like that. I know that’s what you’re thinking about when you want me to blow you before you put it in my asshole. Just fuck me—right now—and I’ll clean my ass off your dick with my tongue.”

Groaning, Laurel pulled Thea to her feet and hustled her to the closet, where she pushed her inside and pulled a morning gown off the rack to wrap herself in. Then she unlocked and opened the door for Sara.

“Hey, beautiful, what’s up?”

Sara was the same mess she was most days since her resurrection. Bleary-eyed, messy-haired, with her face plastered with drying sweat. “’nother bad dream. Why was your door locked?”

“It’s Starling City, sis. If there was a way for me to lock my bed, I’d do that.”

Sara nodded understandingly. “Can I sleep with you? Just for a few hours? I just—need some sleep.”

“Yeah. Sure. Of course,” Laurel said, thinking of what Thea had told her about being unable to sleep the night before, like a child on Christmas morning. Was anyone in Starling City getting any sleep? That explained a lot…

She led Sara to the bed, her sister resisting much less than Thea had resisted coming away from it, and tucked them both in. As Sara sidled against her, resting her head on Laurel’s shoulder, Thea slipped out of the closet and out of the door. She wasn’t wearing a stitch and her hips shook as she walked, the perfect sweep of her ass distorted by the buttplug that nearly disappeared between her buttocks.

Laurel could feel her pussy crying out in frustrated need, made even worse by having Sara wrapped around her, the blonde’s thick ass sticking up in the air like some towering meal being presented at a feast. With Sara lying down on Laurel’s arm, her hand was trapped right next to Sara’s panties—so close that she could reach a finger out and run it over the lacy trim that formed the waistband. Laurel couldn’t help herself. She dragged her fingernail along the filigree, feeling her pussy throb so hard it was almost like coming.

It was just how she’d left things with Thea, that was all. She’d been all backed out and now she was still—it had nothing to do with her sister, it was just warm flesh.

“You’re a great sister,” Sara moaned, already seeping back into unconsciousness with Laurel’s body protectively meeting hers. “I wish I could meet a guy who cared about me as much as you do.”

“Well… what are sisters for?”

“Yeah…” Sara drawled sleepily. She kissed Laurel’s cheek. “Hey. Maybe when I meet that guy…” She yawned. “He’ll have a sister for you…”