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🕑 Added 2023-06-20 16:00:02 +0000 UTCSam came. She showed Amanda that, in the end, she liked being ass-fucked as much as her mom liked ass-fucking her. Her body shook and she felt her asshole clamp down on the strap-on. Amanda let out a loud moan and Sam knew her mother was getting off on bringing her to orgasm.
“I can’t wait to catch up to you,” she said. “Make me come, little girl! Make me come just as hard as you’re coming for me!”
Sam obediently slid up and down on her mother’s strap-on. Her clenching anus rose and fell, tugging pointlessly at the unmoving heft of the dildo.
“That’s it, Sam! Show me what a good wife you’ll make someday! Jerk my cock off with your ass!”
Sam’s glutes blurred, bouncing with rapid pumps on the entire length of the dildo. She reached down to Amanda’s thighs to stabilize herself, squeezing the toned flesh and increasing the pressure every time her asshole was hilted by the big strap-on.
“Come, come, Mommy!” she hissed out of her frenzy. “I want to know how much you like fucking my ass!”
“Oooh, Sam, you’ve got it!” Amanda groaned.
Sam came all the way down on the impaling strap-on. Keeping herself there, feeling her inner muscles convulse in a riot of pleasure. Trying to solicit cum, to fully service Amanda’s tool from the tip deep in Sam’s bowels to the root that held her sphincter far apart.
But even Sam’s most ardent efforts couldn’t hold Amanda down when the labor of Sam’s anal muscles impossibly worked, bringing Amanda to orgasm. Like all that sexuality had managed to make its way through the insensate material of the dildo and down into the harness, moving through it to Amanda’s tender sex.
She came, her bucking hips lifting Sam high into the air. Arched off the bed from her feet to her shoulders, Amanda’s bowed body held up Sam’s weight like it was nothing. Supporting her until they were both finished with this orgiastic enjoyment of each other.
Then, as her wetness trickled out from around the base of the dildo, Amanda weakened. Her muscles gave way. The bed groaned under the settling weight of their collapsing bodies. And then came stillness, would-be silence interrupted by the two women’s shallow breathing. Amanda panted in satiation, while Sam gasped in relief to finally have her mother’s strap-on out of her well-used ass.
Tory came in then, dressed in the French maid outfit that wordlessly said Danny and Anthony were off on another father-son bonding trip. She fluttered her feather duster around theatrically before sniffing the air just as dramatically.
“Wow. Place smells like sushi. Did you come on anything other than each other? Because I should probably seltzer that shit before it stains.”
Sam could only smile indignantly. Only once a month did Amanda butt-fuck her, to be sure she wasn’t letting being a dom go to her head. It always ended up with her successfully topped, loving how hard her mother made her come, which still frustrated her enough to have to take out her aggravations on Moon or Tory.
Both of whom loved it. Tory in particular—she seemed to get off on knowing how exasperated Sam was when they fucked, relishing seeing Sam off her game. No doubt she’d been waiting at the door for Amanda to finish, knowing that once they were, she was back to being the only anal bitch in the house.
“If you don’t want stains, then you’d better take that porn star costume off. Now!” Sam snapped.
Amanda glanced at her. Sam was smiling, both in her eyes and on her irrepressible lips, not really meaning all of the dominance she was giving Tory. Which was a relief. She wanted Tory to take care of Sam’s stress, but that didn’t mean she wanted her Samantha too stressed out to begin with.
Still, her mind was set at ease when she saw Tory slip out of her panties. She let out a low whistle, giving Tory the appreciation she knew Sam shared, but wasn’t yet comfortable enough to express. The girl really was lovely. What a relief that her beautiful ass could take double anal too! It would be a tragedy for a sub to have a body like that with only her pussy open for business…
“My, my, look at that. You’re shaved clean, Tory. That’s not for us, now is it?”
“I like the way it looks,” Tory said, with only the mildest note of defiant defensiveness. “If you like it too, it only means you have good taste.”
“I do like it,” Sam said, eying it with a vindictive relish, like she was mad at how attractive Tory’s bare cunt was. “But not enough to fuck it when your sweet ass is there for the taking. Let’s see if we can finally ruin your hole, once and for all. I’m tired of you being able to walk in a straight line.”
“That sounds like a marvelous idea,” Amanda said, shucking off the strap-on she’d used on her little darling and replacing it with another. This one made Tory stare in open disbelief. “But I think I’d better wear the big one. Wouldn’t want to wreck Tory’s ass too badly. I so like having her wear a buttplug all day under that lacy little skirt. It wouldn’t be as much fun if the plug fell right out…”
Tory just kept staring. Amanda was wearing the biggest, blackest strap-on she’d ever seen. It looked more like an obsidian pillar than a dildo. Yet Tory had known so much pleasure thanks to oversized cocks like that, she couldn’t even think of the pain that would naturally ensue from being stretched around such a massive tool. Instead, she found herself all but drooling at the sight.
Tory knew what Amanda could do with a smaller dildo. In spite of herself, she had to wonder what Amanda would make her feel with one of that size.
“This is an important life lesson, Samantha,” Amanda said. “No matter what, some women just always go for a big black cock.”
Sam slid on the strap-on Amanda had abandoned. Even though it wasn’t as big as the one her mother currently wore, it was easily eight inches long and by no means slender. Anyone who didn’t know how many times Tory had been ass-fucked would definitely have thought it was enough to break her hole for good.
Mother and daughter advanced on Tory. Though she’d been double-teamed by them many times before, she still didn’t know what to do with herself. Tory knew it would hurt to be fucked by them. She also knew that she couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t experience the pleasure they inflicted on her when they were both inside her.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her voice breaking nervously. They might not both fuck her ass. One dildo could go into her pussy or into her mouth. There were lots of ways for them to get her off…
“The girl with the shaved pussy is wondering what we’re going to do,” Amanda said with a wry look to Sam. “It’s been six months, Tory. You should know by now we’re going to do whatever we want to you.”
“And as long as you’ve got that fat fucking ass, so big you can’t even wear a miniskirt without some cheek poking out, we’re going to want to fuck. Your. Ass,” Sam continued.
“Both of us,” Amanda added.
“Like mother, like daughter,” Sam finished.
Tory felt gooseflesh breaking out all over her skin. No matter how many times it happened, the thought of her rival, and her rival’s mom, fucking her up the ass still struck her as obscene, perverse. Only now she’d grown to like perversity. It slicked up her cunt, like that part of her anatomy hadn’t gotten the memo that it wouldn’t be involved in this sex.
Sam’s hand closed on Tory’s upper arm, gripping hard. Tory let out a whimper but she knew she couldn’t escape. Wouldn’t.
“You want to fight? We don’t mind a little feisty. The worst thing about Moon is how she can be a bit of a pillow princess. But you’re a vixen, Tory. You scream and whine and moan every second you’re getting it in the ass. It’s so fucking hot.”
Sam pulled Tory to her chest. Tory felt their breasts flatten together. She knew she could fight, maybe even win. She’d trained a lot since Sam had first beaten her. But any fight would put off the ass-fucking she was about to get. And she couldn’t wait any longer to be sodomized by her mistresses.
Then she felt the stiff rod trapped between their bodies. She looked down and saw Sam’s strap-on, still lubricated from when it’d been Sam’s own ass getting fucked. The tip of it, dripping with glossy wetness, was pointed right at Tory’s face.
She felt a pang of desire. She wanted to suck it. She wanted to suck it the moment it came out of Sam’s asshole. Tory could never admit that, but she knew, blessedly, that it was only a matter of time until they forced that on her. Her wonderful mistresses.
