Brenna wasted no time extracting Damon’s cock. Because even if she had learned to enjoy fooling around with a women, she still needed a man to reach real, true fulfillment—this man.

She and Jenelle both sighed when they saw it, all strong and long and hard, the tip glistening with pre-come, the shaft pink and veined. She hadn’t thought ahead to what she would do with Damon’s majestic erection—she’d only known an abject yearning for it.

She ran her hands over his length, from bottom to top and back again, gently cupping his balls underneath, unduly pleased to hear his rough breath above her and feel his eyes boring through her.

But very soon, it seemed there was only one thing to do to make this night complete, and fair—so she looked over the head of his cock to Jenelle, who sat waiting patiently, and said, “Lick him with me.”

Jenelle smiled, and Damon growled. And Brenna again knew the satisfaction of making the forbidden a reality.

While Brenna held the base of Damon’s shaft, she and Jenelle both delicately, sensually licked their way up the sides, as if sharing a large Popsicle. It was at once shocking and arousing to see another woman, that close, at Damon’s cock, but like before, arousal overrode jealousy, and soon she and Jenelle were exchanging light tongue kisses around his erection even as they pleasured him.

Although Brenna couldn’t bear to wait long before taking him in her mouth—after licking the dot of fluid from the tip, she lowered her lips over the rock-hard column of flesh, relishing the groan that echoed from Damon above. Jenelle fondled his balls as Brenna moved up and down, making him wet, letting him fill her throat—energized by his small, slow thrusts and his hand in her hair.

“Ah, yeah,” he said, his voice wafting down. “Suck me. Suck my cock.”

When Brenna tired, she offered the shaft to Jenelle, who didn’t hesitate to lick her lips and go down on him, as well. Jenelle worked quicker, more ravenous and less sensual—and Damon adjusted his thrusts, making them faster, harder. “Suck it,” he said, low and demanding. “Suck it.”

Brenna felt somehow as if she’d ascended to another plane—where all that mattered was pleasure, where no rules or taboos existed. And when Damon’s eyes met hers, she knew she must look desperate, crazed, so filled with lust as she was. And she was so tempted to say what she was thinking—I love you, I love you, I love you—but she managed not to somehow.

Still, he must have read the wild need in her eyes, because just then he pulled gently away from Jenelle, carefully lifting her head, then looked to Brenna, his eyes wrought with emotion. “I need to fuck you bad, babe—now.”

“Oh God, I know—me, too. I need your cock deep inside me.” She was clutching at his muscular thigh and felt like she was begging him, but she couldn’t stop.

Damon lay down behind her on the red velvet, wrapping one arm around to cup her breast, massaging it, and she turned her head back toward him, pulling him down into a kiss.

“Lift your leg,” Jenelle said, her hand closing over the leather strap at Brenna’s ankle.

Oh God—Jenelle! She’d nearly forgotten—that quickly—that the other girl was even there. She’d just needed Damon so much!

But now she complied, letting Jenelle raise her leg high—and watched between her thighs as Jenelle wrapped her fist around Damon’s thick erection, pulling it, positioning it, guiding him into her welcoming pussy.

All three of them groaned as Damon entered Brenna—and Jenelle’s expression made Brenna hungry to see for herself what he looked like going into her, penetrating her softest flesh with his hardest.

As Damon began to pound into her from behind, Jenelle lay down in front of her to kiss her breasts. Damon even held the mound Jenelle suckled, as if offering it to her—reminding Brenna that she was experiencing the ultimate form of sharing.

Soon, both girls fondled each other’s tits, and Brenna felt out of her head with pure reckless joy—and before she knew it, she and Jenelle were rubbing together below, too. One of Jenelle’s legs slid between hers, connecting with her clit as Brenna instinctively pressed her thigh forward between Jenelle’s.

It reminded her of high school, making out with a boy, feeling your legs interlock with his that way, grinding together, getting lost in that marvelous friction. Only this wasn’t high school, and Jenelle wasn’t a boy. No, Brenna’s “boy” was behind her, plunging his stiff shaft into her moisture—again, again, again—making her cry out and thrust back against him, which also meant thrusting the other way, too, against Jenelle’s smooth thigh, until…“Oh! Oh God! I’m coming!” she sobbed, the pleasure taking her from both sides, burying her, owning her.

“Oh, yeah—me, too.” Jenelle moaned, undulating harder against Brenna, thrusting their breasts together wildly—just as Damon let out an enormous groan that meant he was climaxing, as well, emptying himself deep inside her. And the three of them moved together like tumultuous waves on a red velvet sea—until they all went still, collapsing from utter exhaustion.