Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 138

And then there was Tara, who simply sat and remained untouched, watching Erin writhe in Helen’s lap while the older blonde’s lips seemed to devour every inch of her. I’d caught her staring at my assistant enough times to know how bad she wanted Erin. As I fucked Rose, I split my attention between watching the dancer play with Jessica and wondering just how many times Tara had gotten off while imagining what it would be like to bed the little silver-haired nymph.

Fuck… what would it be like to take both of them to bed? The mere thought made my balls lurch, and I leaned forward to press my lips to Rose’s back. Her skin was like satin under my touch, and as I kissed up her spine, I heard her murmur in pleasure.

I trailed my lips to the left and peered around Rose’s side to see the dancer with her slender fingers woven through Jessica’s red hair. She gripped it tight, her full lips locked onto Jessica’s in a deep make-out session. However, Jessica wasn’t merely allowing Rose to kiss her—she was finally returning Rose’s kisses, giving as good as she got. Their mouths were opened wide, tongues lashing at each other. Jessica latched onto Rose’s bottom lip and tugged. Rose retaliated, lunging at those cherry-red lips, teeth snapping.

Both of Rose’s hands were latched onto Jessica’s breasts, her fingertips digging into the mounds of flesh. She ground her palms against Jessica’s sensitive nipples, a low growl emitting from the back of her throat. Jess’s hands were on top of Rose’s, gripping them—but it didn’t look like she was trying to pull them loose. It looked more like Jess was simply holding onto Rose as if she were some kind of life preserver for a drowning woman. An air of reluctance still hung about her—in the way her shoulders tensed, in her stance that still portrayed at least a modicum of discomfort.

But Rose was wearing her down.

I’d already cum several times, so I was enjoying the extra stamina as I fucked one of the tightest cunts I’d ever had the pleasure of entering. I leaned back into the couch cushions again, sliding my hands up Rose’s tiny waist, enjoying the slight flare as my fingertips trailed up her rib cage. My hands slid around front, cupping her petite breasts. Her small, Hershey’s-kiss nipples were like pebbles piercing my palms as I hugged her to me, pulling her back against my chest.

She didn’t fight me. Instead, she dragged Jessica with her, and my ex half-stumbled onto the couch, raising a hand to brace herself on the back so her full weight wouldn’t fall on top of the woman she was still kissing.

Now, I could see them clearly, inches from my face. Their kissing was noisy—messy smacks and sucking, tongues lashing and licking. I leaned in and ran my tongue up the side of Rose’s cheek, tasting salt from all the physical labor she’d undergone throughout the evening.

Rose rolled her head back, breaking the kiss with Jess. Jess refused to let go, her teeth latched onto Rose’s bottom lip as she tugged at it.

“Fuck, yes!” Rose groaned loudly, pressing her cheek against the side of my face, dropping her hands onto my thighs so she could brace herself and ride me harder… faster.

She turned her head, finally breaking free from Jessica’s hold on her lip, and sought my mouth hungrily. Jessica followed, and the three of us shared a three-way kiss that I got lost in. I couldn’t track whose tongue was whose. I couldn’t keep up with whose lips were on mine, whose hands were where. We shared each other’s breath, and our scents mingled so thoroughly they became something entirely new.

I finally broke free, needing to breathe, and caught sight of Charity. She had dropped back on the couch so that her head rested on the armrest on the opposite end. Her heels were planted into the cushion just beneath her ass. Her knees were thrust in the air, spread wide, displaying her smooth, glistening pussy.

I expected to see her own hand still between her legs, but instead, a different hand was there. Crimson nails ran up and down her slick slit, the middle and ring fingers dipping inside to the second knuckle before retracting to play with Charity’s sensitive clit. My gaze traveled up her body, noting her slightly concave belly as she lay stretched out on the cushions. Charity’s face was half-covered by a sheet of thick, coal-black hair.

Kelly was now kneeling on the ground next to the couch, hunched over the young woman as they fiercely made out. Charity’s hand slid up the back of Kelly’s head, keeping her locked in the kiss.

One of Kelly’s legs slid onto the couch, then the other followed as she stretched out beside Charity. The kiss didn’t break, and the pleasure between the younger woman’s legs didn’t cease as Kelly settled in beside her. The two of them were completely lost in lesbian pleasures.

I glanced back over to where I’d last seen her and Shea kissing, wondering where my masseuse had gotten off to. I was rewarded with a beautiful sight—Shea peeling off Tara’s bikini top as the two of them watched Erin hard at work pleasuring Helen.

My assistant had crawled off the couch and was now settled between Helen’s legs. Her silver head bobbed up and down as she set to work pleasuring my gorgeous blonde. Helen had sunk deep into the couch cushions, her arms gripping the backrest. Her limbs were stretched out, muscles taut as she surrendered to Erin’s oral service. Her hair was wild, hanging around her face as her head lolled forward, lips pulled tight over her teeth in a rictus of pleasure.

Helen’s eyes fluttered open—and she shot that icy gaze directly at me from across the room. Despite having a lithe dancer fifteen years her junior grinding in my lap, Helen still caught me staring at her, and her grimace slowly began to curl into a half-smile—one part pride and flattery. Two parts, desire.

Suddenly, Rose wrenched her lips free of Jessica’s. She planted a hand on top of her head and pushed. “Get on your knees,” Rose ordered.

Jess didn’t immediately move. Once again, she looked at me in confusion as if I was going to help explain what Rose was doing. She started to lean forward again, her lips seeking Rose’s once more. The dancer stopped her cold with a hand on her chest, giving her a hard look. Jess looked back at me.

“You heard her,” I growled.

Jessica had gone down on women before—most notably in my hot tub a little over a month ago. That night, a lot of us ended up passing her around like a half-smoked joint. She had tasted almost everyone before we finally got out. By that time, while Jessica didn’t seem enthusiastic about eating pussy, she certainly wasn’t shying away from it.

She turned her stormy eyes back to Rose in one final, silent plea—but whatever she saw must’ve shut down any lingering hope. Slowly, she began to sink to her knees.

Rose, her hand still on top of Jessica’s head, guided my ex-lover between her legs until she was face-to-face with the dancer’s glistening sex. Rose’s grip on her head tightened, and judging by the way she tensed in my arms, Jessica must’ve set to work. Moments later, I received confirmation as I felt a tongue lap at my length while it disappeared in and out of Rose’s dripping core.

Fuck.