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🕑 Added 2021-03-10 03:00:02 +0000 UTC“What the hell is this?” Yolanda repeated, and Cindy cut her off, her smile even more wicked than when she’d had her cock down Courtney’s throat.
“What the hell do you think it is?” she asked. “Surely you’ve noticed how much your little girlfriend loves to fuck. Well, this is what she’s loving right now. Look at her. It’s still dripping off her fingers. That’s how much she loved sucking me off.”
Courtney flushed. She didn’t even know what Yolanda was doing here—how could she explain what was happening between them? “I… Yolanda, I had to…”
Cindy wiggled out of her pants, then unbuckled her strap-on, leaving her naked from the waist down. “Why don’t you join in?” she asked, over Courtney’s words. “I saw at the school how much you like fucking that juicy ass of hers. You can do that right here. I even have a strap-on you can use. It’s like mine—there’s no doubt when a little cock whore like this makes you come.”
Yolanda looked at Courtney again, registering the cum that coated her face and ran down her throat. She trembled and all of a sudden, Courtney realized how turned on she was.
It made a warped kind of sense. Courtney hadn’t meant to be aroused by any of this, but it had gotten to her all the same. Why shouldn’t it have the same twisted appeal to Yolanda? Maybe Courtney wasn’t a freak. Maybe, for both of them, there was just no helping how good this felt. How sexy it was.
Bottomless, her tight little ass taunting in how unblemished it was, how cozily the pert cheeks nestled together, never having lost their anal virginity, Cindy went to a nearby, minimalist bookshelf. She picked up a box from where it’d been set down on one of the spartan shelves. She brought it to Yolanda.
“Here. You can put this right in her ass. I’m not done having our little bitch go down on me. And don’t worry, I won’t try to make you bottom for me. Seeing Courtney get spit-roasted is payment enough for all that.”
Yolanda opened the box. Inside was another strap-on, identical to Cindy’s, only it was black. Yolanda gulped to see it. If Courtney were regarding a dildo that big, she knew she’d be thinking of how it would feel inside her. She didn’t think that was what Yolanda was imagining. She was picturing it wrapped around her waist, protruding out in front of her—thrusting into Courtney’s ass, this time full of cum to pump into her girlfriend’s bowels.
Yolanda finally took a deep breath. “I don’t want to hear one more word about Courtney being your whore or your slut or your sex slave, not anything like that, or I’m kicking your ass.”
Courtney sobbed in relief. “Oh my God, thank you, Yolanda, thank you so much—“
“She’s my bitch,” Yolanda insisted. “Not yours. Only I know how much of a slut she is. You have no fucking clue, pendejo.”
Courtney swallowed. “Umm… I don’t think I’m that much of a slut—just because I enjoy sex… most people enjoy sex… it’s sex…”
Yolanda kicked an ottoman away from the armchair it’d been lying in front of. “Bend over that, bitch. I want your ass in the air. And consider yourself lucky that I’m not making you beg for this cock, I’m just giving it to you.”
Halfway unbelieving this—almost convinced it was all some strange, erotic dream—Courtney quickly did as she was told, kneeling down with her arms wrapping around the ottoman and her ass up in the air. She barely knew what was going on, but she knew she’d been willing Yolanda to accept Cindy’s proposition, unable to resist the sheer eroticism of this little orgy Cindy had drawn all of them into.
She needed it. She needed to be sandwiched between Cindy and Yolanda, fucked by both of them. She’d thought Yolanda had been enough for her, that Cindy had satisfied her, but the prospect of the two of them at once brought her lust to depths she hadn’t even imagined. Now that Courtney knew what she could have, she needed it. She needed to be a whore for both of them—double-teamed—fucked both coming and going. In both her ass and her mouth.
Growling with a kind of angered excitement as she pulled her gifted strap-on up over her tight jeans, Yolanda moved behind Courtney. She knelt behind Courtney’s cutely plump ass, spat in her hand for lubrication, then rubbed it all over her new strap-on. Yolanda let out a gale of exhalation when her hand gripped her shaft. Lips parted, breath rushing, she could clearly feel the sensation as she rubbed her slippery saliva into the cock.
“Dirty puta,” she spat at Courtney, almost as vehemently as she’d filled her palm with saliva. She pulled one of Courtney’s asscheeks aside and spat between her buttocks, then smeared it into Courtney’s puckered anus with her thumb. “Is this the only way you can think of to keep from screaming like a bitch in heat? Shove your mouth into Cindy fucking Burman’s snatch?”
Once she felt she’d sufficiently lubed up both her cock and Courtney’s ass, Yolanda planted her hands on Courtney’s soft, smooth hips and pressed the tip of her dildo right up against Courtney’s anus, wetly relaxed as it was. Hands holding her firmly, Yolanda pushed the cockhead against Courtney’s sphincter, gentle despite her frustration with Courtney. It didn’t penetrate at first, Yolanda was being so gentle.
Yolanda took hold of either of Courtney’s pert cheeks and spread them, forcibly opening up her tight rectum. It was stubborn, but Yolanda got it spread wide enough for her to wedge her tip inside Courtney’s hole. After that, every push from her hips brought the strap-on a little deeper into Courtney.
“OH GOD!” Courtney cried when all of it finally seemed to slip inside her, take full advantage of her surrendering ass, even though she knew it was really just the head, the glans, of Yolanda’s dildo. She frantically clutched the cushion, feeling Yolanda’s warm (cock, it was a cock) sink painstakingly deep into her rectum. “Please be gentle with me, Yolanda! I know I was a slut! I know I should’ve told you about Cindy! But I promise—I promise—I’ll come for you so good if you just don’t ruin my ass, please, don’t wreck my tiny little hole with that big cock!”
“Yeah, Yolanda. Leave some for me. It just won’t be the same if I take a turn on her asshole and it’s already gaping like an open manhole.” Cindy circled around the ottoman, coming in front of Courtney. Her pubic hair was thin and dark. Her ass was small and round, her thighs long and smooth. The legs of a dancer, nice and supple even by cheerleader standards.
Then Courtney thought how stupid it was to be admiring Cindy’s body. She should’ve been thinking about how she would get back at Cindy for this, not how good it would feel…
Cindy’s hand touched her slender shoulder, moved down her body to fondle her breast again, this time in front of Yolanda. Courtney couldn’t forget that her girlfriend was there, right behind her, that she was the penetration Courtney felt going into her ass while Cindy clenched her fingers into her teat. Courtney tried to hide the enjoyment she took in it, but then Cindy thumbed her tenderly throbbing nipple, pressing it down until the crushing pain became its own kind of pleasure.
“Don’t you like it? No, I don’t suppose you do. But that doesn’t really matter. You can’t do anything about it and I can do anything I want.” Cindy laughed. “Or make you do anything I want. Like eating my pussy. Do you like that? Doesn’t matter; I’d like it. That’s what makes me come—not getting fucked in the ass like an anal whore. I get off having some hot little bitch like you tonguing my pussy. We’ll see what a good bitch you are. You’d better be real good, or you’re going viral… puta.”
Feeling the confines of Courtney’s ass resisting her thrusting strap-on, trying to keep it out with a stubbornness that actually struck Yolanda as an affront—this was her ass and after Cindy had enjoyed Courtney’s mouth, you’d better believe she wasn’t giving up Courtney’s ass!—Yolanda redoubled her efforts to force the dildo into the beckoning darkness of Courtney’s most taboo hole.
She kept going and going until Courtney’s luscious little ass rested against her loins, her cheeks rushing Yolanda’s groin with a feeling of feverish warmth that was almost the same as the buttery heat she was experiencing through the strap-on. Like with her suit’s cock, Yolanda didn’t think this was exactly what a guy would be feeling if he had the audacity to sodomize Courtney… the feelings were still routed through her pussy, touching her inner folds and including them in the pleasure like some weird form of masturbation… but still, she already knew she could come from this sensation. With Courtney’s hot ass fully hers once more, she reached down around Courtney’s hips and found Courtney’s slit with her hand.
“OOOH!” Courtney sobbed, ruing the sudden influx of feeling even as she welcomed the new delight. Yolanda’s middle finger had just grazed her engorged clit, making humiliation and degradation the furthest thing from her mind. There was so much more ecstasy to focus on for her to care about having to service Cindy Burman.
Then Cindy was straddling the ottoman in front of her face, her thighs open, offering her naked cunt to Courtney in a way that demanded her eyes on it. “Get cozy with it,” Cindy told her. “This is your new best friend.”
Courtney looked between Cindy’s creamy thighs. The other girl’s cunt was wide open; Courtney could see everything. Her pussy and the deeper recesses it was gateway to and even the dark, puckered anus underneath her slit. Cindy’s darkly aroused cuntlips gaped pornographically. Courtney could smell Cindy’s most intimate scent.
“Yolanda’s my best friend,” Courtney announced petulantly.
Cindy snickered. “Yolanda doesn’t come all over your face and that’s what you really want, isn’t it, you—“
“Watch it,” Yolanda snapped warningly, fixing Cindy with a deadly stare.
Cindy coughed, a certain electricity going through her eyes—Courtney had a sense of gears turning in her head, running the odds of whether she wanted to piss Yolanda off. Finally deciding she didn’t, she nonetheless piquantly grabbed Courtney by the hair and forced her face down into her cunt: something she’d never agreed to refrain from.
Courtney had to suck. It was either that or quit breathing. Whenever she stopped licking, or sucking, or doing something to please Cindy, Cindy pushed down hard on the back of her head and cut off her air in the folds of her pussy. Courtney got the idea. It was either cunnilingus or oxygen deprivation.
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Stargirl
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What show is it?
Shendude
I haven't watched the show and have no idea what the characters look like, yet I'm still enjoying this. Weird
