Laker Girl 4

Tory moved sensually, swayed her breasts back and forth, moved closer to Amanda. The LaRusso matriarch reached out, touching Tory’s ripe breasts, and Tory had to steel herself to keep from mounting Amanda. If mother was anything like daughter, she wouldn’t appreciate the slightest move of dominance from anyone else.

Amanda’s thumbs rolled over Tory’s stiffening nipples, sending electric shocks down to her fluttering belly. Amanda grinned. One hand came off Tory’s breasts, going under her skirt. Feeling the woman’s fingertips brush over her receptive slit, Tory reflexively moaned. Amanda’s smile widened.

“Quite a catch,” she breathed, impressed. “Sam, that was a real bonehead move, not appreciating this one. You should’ve had her locked down the moment you took the strap-on out of her. Hell, maybe you shouldn’t have taken it out of her at all. This one isn’t like your little cheerleader friends. She needs lot of attention, lots of chances to burn off all that aggressive energy. I bet I’d barely have to work to make her beg for a cock in the ass…”

Tory’s tender asshole tightened with fear, her face burning with a blush she felt all the way down in her breasts. Amanda had all but said she was going to ravish her, but Tory was on camera, enticing her. Which Amanda had made her do in the first place. Yet Tory still felt a sense of pride to have provoked this lust in Amanda. She wanted to be fucked. Even more than she had when it was Sam LaRusso doing the fucking.

Now both Amanda’s hands were under her skirt, cupping Tory’s lavish asscheeks, pulling her into the sucking vortex Tory already felt—the draw of Amanda’s charisma and sexual mastery. Amanda pressed her lips to Tory’s bare belly. Tory looked desperately at Sam, not sure what her eyes were doing—begging her to put a stop to this or taunting Sam with the fact that her own mother was fucking her. But the look on Sam’s face told her only to keep going, not to stop.

Fighting through the maelstrom of her own emotions, Tory felt Amanda’s mouth close on one of her nipples. The lascivious sensation sunk into her like a hard-on; she felt it even deeper in her than when Amanda had fingered her pussy.

Amanda’s hands slipped into her panties, groping Tory’s ass even harder, pulling her more tightly against Amanda’s sitting form. To steady herself, Tory put her hands on Amanda’s shoulders. Then she put them on the back of Amanda’s head, encouraging her to suck Tory’s nipple harder. Which Amanda did.

There was no dominance in the gesture on Tory’s part. She was giving into Amanda, begging for more of the feeling Amanda was giving her. She even moaned, burying her face in Amanda’s wavy brown hair. Then she felt a hand stroking down her back—looked up to see Sam smiling at her encouragingly. She didn’t mind that her mom was fucking Tory. In fact, she looked happy for her… as happy as Tory was to have this wonderful woman pleasuring her so expertly.

Amanda slid her hand between the cheeks of Tory’s ass, fingertips hotly feeling over her sphincter and then down along her taint to her womanhood. It was already damp, labia engorged, clitoris erect. Amanda had no trouble finding the opening. Her fingertip pushed inside, sinking in to the first knuckle, then twisting against what felt like all of Tory’s sensitive folds.

A hot spot tingled into existence inside of Tory. Then a glistening sensation ran up her spine, startling her so badly that she tried to pull away, but Sam’s hand was firm on her back and the urge passed before Tory could surrender to it. Instead, she surrendered to Amanda.

Helplessly she moved her hips forward, forcing Amanda’s straightened finger into her sex. After that, she had no will at all. Her hips swiveled and swayed of their own accord, her body masturbating itself on Amanda’s penetrating finger. Tory was shot through with pleasure and the worst, best part was that Amanda wasn’t even fucking her. She’d gotten Tory to fuck herself for her.

“Take off some more,” Amanda said, nodding at Sam to take her hand away so that Tory could accomplish this. “I’m not just going to finger your cunt. I want every inch of you.”

Tory did as she was told, of course, completely removing her blouse. She did it as slowly as possible, feeling Amanda’s finger curling and stroking her pussy the whole time, drawing more creamy arousal throughout her folds. She shrugged off her blouse and tossed it aside with a flourish.

Then, backing away from Amanda far enough that she was no longer fingering her, Tory lowered her panties—painstakingly peeling them down from her pubic thatch and then down off the lavish roll of her mons. After that Tory turned, pushing the underwear down her smoothly toned thighs with her back to Amanda. They went over her knees and fell around her ankles. Her skirt went next… Tory bent over to work it down her legs. She knew Amanda didn’t follow the garment’s path down her body the way she’d watched Tory’s panties come down. The mother’s eyes were trained on her ass, her pussy, taking in only the place where the last of Tory’s bodily privacy had been vanquished.

Amanda stared wholeheartedly, lust throbbing deep inside her. There was nothing like having a young, taut body be hers to enjoy at will. She stared at the wet pink slit that opened into Tory’s womanhood—above it, the pale, near-purple halo of Tory’s asshole, looking so pristine and untouched that Amanda almost couldn’t believe Sam had really used it.

Clearly, her daughter had a lot to learn about how to properly break an anal slut in. Given how recently Sam had plowed her, the girl should have quite a bit of a gape still.

Amanda watched it tingle with the tightness Tory had to be feeling and she leaned in to sample that tightness, hooking an arm around Tory’s waist to pull her back. Her wet tongue lapsed from her mouth and licked over the sweaty swell of Tory’s buttocks, first tasting the salty flesh, then lapping between the lavish cheeks. She pushed her tongue into the anal tightness that hid between them. It was clenched, resisting—almost enough to fool Amanda into thinking Tory was as young and pure as Amanda knew she wasn’t.

Amanda leaned in and pushed her face between Tory’s potently rounded buttocks, hungrily lapping from her trembling sex to that other pulsing orifice. Her tongue flicked between Tory’s thighs, sending waves of sensation that shimmered their way to her clit.

Tory moaned—she tried to tell herself she didn’t want the pleasurable arousal that was coming over her—she moaned again—turning her on even more than before—God, it was so fucking masochistic, just like how Sam had taunted her all about being a bitch and a slut and loving being sodomized.

She looked over at Sam to see her staring at her mother’s licks with autoerotic zeal. Tory wished she wouldn’t. She wished Sam would join in licking her instead. As good as it all felt, she still needed more…

Amanda’s playful tongue was taking such a toll on her, stirring up flames that burnt into Tory whether she wanted them or not. Why was she feeling this way, within the same week as the time Sam had fucked her ass into the most orgasms she’d ever felt, leaving her totally satiated and absolutely disgusted with herself? Tory wasn’t like this. It’d happened to her once, but her body was responding like she’d been born for it.

She felt Amanda’s tongue press into her from behind, pushing straight-ahead into the front of her sex, where a tongue would stroke if it was going into her from in front and licking upward. It felt good there, very good—wasn’t that where her G-spot was?

But the way Amanda licked her, the positioning of her tongue and the way it moved in her from where it was… then Tory felt Sam slide her hand in above her mother’s face. Very gently, she circled her finger around Tory’s tensing/relaxing anus.

Tory protested inwardly: She couldn’t! Wasn’t it bad enough that she was Amanda’s bitch? Now she had to be Sam’s too? The anal penetration kept tickling into her and Tory had to fight both her feeling of betrayal and the arousal-pleasure welling up inside her. Yes, yes they’d fucking share her. She was a big enough slut for both of them. She had more than enough holes for whatever movie they wanted to make.

Now there were two fingers sliding wetly into Tory’s cunt, Amanda intently watching how the pink flesh gripping her where she entered Tory. Sam’s finger was in her ass, corkscrewing its way to Tory’s bowels—Tory remembered how her strap-on had felt as it sodomized her.

The finger was nowhere near as big, but the feeling was almost the same. It made Tory think that on one stroke, the penetration would just go on and on until she was anally filled as she had been so recently.

There was no fright in the notion. Instead, a chill of delight ran up the backs of her thighs and into her splayed buttocks. Tory began to tense her inner muscles, further fucking herself on Amanda’s curious fingers, even if Amanda was still the one burying them in her.

The situation was very clear now: Amanda did the fucking and Tory got fucked. And Amanda enjoyed fucking her and Tory enjoyed being fucked, giving herself over to the pleasure and even to Amanda’s enjoyment of fucking her. Sam too—they were both fucking her—she was both their sluts…

“Good girl,” Amanda cooed—Tory nearly came. She took her fingers away. “Sam, let’s show Tory why it’s so good to be a good girl for us…”

The finger in her ass went away too. Amanda mewled, not knowing what to think. Had she displeased them? No, they were praising her, saying such nice things…

Before her decadently hazy mind figured it out, Amanda turned her around and pressed her face into the luxuriant flesh of Tory’s groin, all delicate aroma and buttery wetness and a spike of adrenaline perspiring on her satin-smooth skin.