Little Women, Big Strap-Ons (Patreon)

Saoirse Ronan, Emma Watson, Florence Pugh, and Eliza Scanlen were all playing sisters. You’d think that would make it awkward for them to fuck each other. But with all the hugging and cuddling and tickling, on and off camera, pretty soon it became awkward not to fuck. And the more they fucked, in more combinations, the harder it was to remember that there’d seemed to be anything even marginally complicated about them having sex.

Eliza had a day off shooting, so she was sent out to conduct a few interviews. On the drive back to their hotel, her mind was electric with lurid pictures of what she might find the others doing when she got back. But her imagination couldn’t hold a candle to what she discovered when she went into her room. The other three had obviously wanted to touch base with her the moment she got back; hence them doing this in her room instead of any of the others.

Emma laid on her back on the carpet, at the bottom of the naked orgy. Florence knelt over Emma, eating the Brit’s cunt while Saoirse dildo-fucked her from behind. Eliza could see from the excitement on Saoirse’s face and the pained exhilaration Florence wore that the strap-on was going into her ass.

“Good God,” Eliza exclaimed, feeling a twinge in her pussy.

She didn’t want to get fucked in the ass; not even eaten out. She wanted to feel the pressure of a strap-on’s base against her cunt, pushing back marginally as she reamed it into one of the other women. Florence was a total anal slut—thank God, with a fat ass like the one she had—but Saoirse wasn’t, so that left Emma.

Emma Watson didn’t have much in the way of hips, but her tight little ass was made to be fucked. And she liked getting sodomized even more than Florence, a committed ass-fuck slut from the last years of Harry Potter, when she’d been initiated into anal sex by Helena Bonham Carter and gotten used to gaping wide open. Much of her last performance as Hermione Granger had been built around her not being able to sit down.

Still, Eliza felt cross. She didn’t want to join in, even if that’s what their threesome had obviously been geared towards. She’d expected the three of them to have an orgy without her the moment her back was turned. And, sure enough, they’d gone ahead like they didn’t even miss her.

Obviously, at least one of them had been waiting for Eliza’s arrival. First one, then all three looked excitedly in her direction.

“The strap-on, there’s the strap-on!” Saoirse said, pointing to an endtable where Eliza’s harnessed dildo was waiting for her, a jar of Crisco beside it. Clearly, for her the only thing better than fucking the twin bottoms, Florence and Emma, was sharing them with Eliza.

“Put it on, put it on!” Florence chanted, her voice strained. She nodded to Emma. “Fuck her like I’m getting fucked!”

But Eliza was too annoyed to so easily forgive them. Even now, they were too engrossed in their three-way to stop and make up to her for all the fun they’d had while she was unavailable. So Eliza punished them, refusing to participate but simply standing there, arms folded, watching Saoirse’s dildo pump in and out of Florence’s big ass.

The longer she watched those thickly rounded cheeks jiggling with Saoirse’s thrusts, while Florence’s pretty, moon face bent to Emma’s cunt… the harder it became to stay angry. Her sex tingled more. Eliza felt silly, being petty in the middle of this sexually charged atmosphere, this orgiastic frenzy that any man and most women would give anything to be part of.

After all, the time would come when Saoirse or Florence or Emma took off and she had the remaining two all to herself. Her mind might’ve felt justified in holding onto her fit of jealous pique, but her body didn’t care a fig for that and it was rapidly gaining ground. Her pussy grew wet inside her pants, her nipples stood up, tensing against her bra, jangling with determined, darting pressure on those tightly packed nerve endings.

Eliza remembered having both Florence and Emma sucking on her tits while Saoirse sat on her face. Her knees grew weak. Her clothes felt absolutely obscene on her, like she was wearing a Klansman’s robe to a showing of Black Panther.

“I still can’t believe you started without me,” she muttered as she stripped, intent on getting her clothes off and her strap-on on as quickly as possible.

“Oh Eliza!” At last Emma acknowledged her presence. She was who Eliza was closest to, the Double Es, Eliza’s love of fucking ass perfectly going with Emma’s deep-seated desire to be dominated and sodomized. They dallied with Florence and Saoirse, swapping partners at the drop of a hat, but while Eliza fucked the two of them, she thought of Emma as hers. “It’s so exciting, love! Florence is taking the new strap-on up the ass for the first time! Brave girl—she bloody loves it!”

Something else they’d made Eliza miss out on.

“All of you anal sluts love it,” Eliza replied callously, stepping into the strap-on and tightening it as firmly as possible to her crotch. “I think Saoirse and I would have a hard time finding something you two wouldn’t like up your holes.”

“Helena put a wand up my bum once,” Emma said as Eliza lubed up. “Handle first. Hnn! I didn’t like it! Ghh! Wasn’t—oh!—wasn’t thick enough!”

Emma pumped her hips recklessly against Florence’s face, clearly pleased that Eliza wasn’t too late to join in (another risk they shouldn’t have taken, as far as Eliza was concerned). She was overtly ablaze with frustrated need. As good as Florence’s mouth felt—and Eliza knew that from experience—Emma wasn’t happy unless she’d gotten fucked in the ass. And nobody sodomized her like Eliza.

Eliza grabbed hold of Emma’s trim hips and pulled her away from Florence, shoving her rudely onto her hands and knees so she was facing the woman who had just been eating her cunt. They could commiserate, Eliza decided, while they both got ass-fucked.

She coated her strap-on in the plentiful juices that filled Emma’s pussy, working the dildo back and forth, back and forth, to tease Emma before she was penetrated. The look on her face was probably a mirror for the pure animal lust she saw on Saoirse as the Irishwoman pumped into Florence’s girthy ass. The thought that they were sharing these two women sent a bolt of lust through Eliza’s loins. She wouldn’t wait any longer!

She led the tip of her strap-on to Emma’s little pink anus, which looked to have seen plenty of tonguing from Florence already, and shoved into its lubricated pucker. Eliza looked right at Saoirse while she pushed herself into Emma, all the way to the hilt, all in her bowels.

“It’s so fucking good owning a girl’s ass like this, isn’t it? You can feel how nice and tight it is every time you roll your hips!” Her hard feelings over how Saoirse had left her out of the action were fading. The rapturous look on the Irishwoman’s face when Eliza joined her in sodomizing their needy bitches reminded Eliza of how she’d felt when Emma was eating her pussy and Florence was tonguing her ass, both at once. The memory soothed Eliza’s ruffled ego.

“Uuuuuhh! YESS! Now it’s perfect!” Emma cried, pounding her fists on the floor as she finally got what she wanted instead of having to settle for some lesser kink. “I wanted it so bad, Eliza!”

“A tongue is fine, but nothing like good hard cock, now is it?” Eliza teased. “So glad we can buy them!”

She shoved her strap-on deep into Emma’s anus and pulled it out just as quickly, leaving only the tip still inside her. Eliza paused, just long enough for Emma to start to moan in discontented need, then she buried it right back in her, even harder than before.

“Oh yes! I love the way you fuck me! You know just how to put it up my arse!”

Eliza couldn’t resist Emma’s devotion to her, the charming British accent making it all so dirty. Emma sounded like she should be delivering a lecture on some inscrutable intellectual subject, not enthusing about having a strap-on in her ass. And Eliza delighted in forcing Emma to admit her whorish sensuality as much as possible.

“MMM! You’ve got one nice tight hole, Watson! I love fucking you in the ass so much! Hhnnn! You’re still so tight, but you’re less of a virgin every time I fuck you! I’m going to work this ass until it’s one big hole!”

“Oh, yes, do that to me! Make me nothing but an anal whore!” Emma was so overwhelmed with passion that she couldn’t contain it. She leaned forward until her mouth met Florence’s, the blonde going half the distance to her, and they kissed wantonly, both taking a pistoning from the strap-on cocks their assholes were addicted to.

***

Absorbed as she was in how hotly Florence’s eager asshole gripped her strap-on, Saoirse couldn’t ignore the sensuality thrumming in the atmosphere. She looked at Eliza, at the lustful amusement in her friend’s eyes, and knew that some of it was amusement over the struggle the two tops had been in since they’d started filming… and started fucking.

Florence and Emma spread for both of them, so they were trying to make sure neither of them took more advantage than the other. But now, all that anxiety seemed ridiculous. There was plenty to go around for both of them; there would be even if it were only Florence or only Emma. In fact, Saoirse quite liked the idea of the two of them double-teaming either Florence’s fat ass or Emma’s small, compact rear. So there was nothing to lose by sharing the duties of top stud, and everything to gain.

She felt like they were two pals out whoring, only the bitches they ended up with were the same two women, over and over again. It was like some group marriage, keeping their roving lust under one roof, allowing them to indulge in positively devilish temptation without any of the consequences. Except that Emma and Florence liked getting ass-fucked more and more each time. And that, Saoirse could most definitely live with.

“Eliza, I’m so damn glad you showed us all how good anal sex is. We listened to you and Emma that first night and we just had to try it. God, it’s so good!” Saoirse laughed, Florence roaring her own approval as the Irishwoman thrust her cock far into her bowels.

Florence let out a choking gasp of ecstasy from being hilted; it left both Emma and Eliza eager for how hot the sex would get.

Eliza realized this was Saoirse’s way of telling her they were still equal partners in this, even if Saoirse had been the first to have a threesome with the two bottoms. Eliza took the compliment in the spirit it was intended: “It is, isn’t it? Especially with a fat ass like Flo has got on her!”

“Or a sweet little hole like Emma has!” Saoirse replied.

The tops fell into perfect harmony, sodomizing their bitches’ asses at the same deliberate pace. Emma and Florence writhed and moaned and kissed each other. The atmosphere got hotter, thicker, feeling more like a wet dream than reality.

It seemed like the orgy might last forever, but the urgency of rapture crept up on them. Eliza’s cunt felt more and more tender as she rubbed it against the base of her strap-on, and she could tell Saoirse felt the same way. The urge to find release was overpowering.

“OOOOHH!” Emma cried. “I’m com-ng-g-g!”

“Me too, Emma! Me too! Kiss me! I’M MMMMMPHH!” Florence accepted Emma’s ravenous kiss while both sets of nubile hips pumped backwards, meeting Saoirse and Eliza’s thrusts, working out the storms of sensation that thundered inside them. Purging them of the sexual hunger that’d been building ever since their last fuck.

“Oh God, Flo! Take it all! Beautiful! I’m gonna come! Come while I’m fucking that nice big ASS!” The perversion of being part of a chain of fucking gave one last additional twinge to Saoirse’s arousal, helping her to come until her body couldn’t do so anymore.

She collapsed on top of her blonde co-star, her satiated face a mirror of Florence’s orgasmic expression. The two of them cradled together were a picture of sexual contentment.

Eliza was the last to come, but her climax was no less intense for the fact that she’d joined in after the sex had already started. With a moan of relief, she felt herself spurt, rutting her orgasmic cunt into the dildo she had embedded in Emma’s clenched asshole. Her pussy was red-hot as it joined with Emma’s ecstasy. She’d never felt more satisfied or more proud.

She lowered herself on top of Emma’s splayed body, using her as a mattress the same way Saoirse was on top of Florence. Playfully, she worried Emma’s earlobe with her teeth. “The moment Saoirse takes that prick out of Florence, I want you sucking it clean.”

Saoirse’s Irish lilt took over next. “And Florence, that strap-on of Eliza’s had better be in your mouth the moment it’s out of Emma’s ass.”

It was good they were all acting in the same movie, because it seemed like the only thing that could pull them out of the passionate pile they’d made was needing to be on set.