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glanced to Jenelle. “Hold her open for me.”

Brenna’s heart pounded harder at the command, especially when Jenelle used both hands to tenderly part the lips of Brenna’s cunt wider than they already were.

And when Damon sank his mouth there—oh God, it was almost more pleasure than she could bear. She found herself clutching at the velvet at either side of her, clawing her fingernails into it as she lifted her pussy to meet Damon’s thorough licks.

Soon, Jenelle left Damon on his own and returned to Brenna’s breasts, running her soft hands over them, teasing the sensitive pink peaks between her fingertips, and again

dropping down to lick and suck her.

She heard her own cries of joy and vaguely wondered if they echoed beyond the compartment but didn’t care enough to stop. Being pleasured by two people truly delivered twice as many hot delights and took her passions to incredible new heights. Her whole body undulated with desire, her breasts rising to meet Jenelle’s hands and mouth, her pussy driving upward to meet Damon’s skilled tongue. She’d lost control and felt as if she were being tossed about on a sea of pure pleasure, as if it battered her from all directions.

“Oh God, oh God,” she heard herself breathe. Now Damon sucked on her clit and even  plunged two fingers inside her moisture. “Oh!” she sobbed at their hot entry, and then she

fucked them, along with his mouth, still absorbing Jenelle’s hot licks across her nipples.

“Oh…oh God, baby—yes, yes.” She was so close to coming, and she almost didn’t even  want to, because she wanted to keep feeling like this forever. But at the same time, as she  looked past the fall of Jenelle’s coppery hair to where her lips closed over Brenna’s  engorged nipple, her feminine hand cupping Brenna’s other breast, and down to Damon,  whose gaze met hers even as his mouth was buried between her legs—she knew she  couldn’t hold back. “Oh baby,” she purred, looking into those dark, sexy eyes.

She said nothing more. But at the same time, she thought she’d just said everything. I love this. I love you. I need you. Make me come. Make me come.

And then the climax ripped through her at the speed of light, pulsing wildly through her whole body, forcing her eyes shut, making her cry out even louder than before as the hot waves of pleasure carried her to someplace new—before finally lowering her back to the red velvet bed where she’d just indulged in the most scandalous encounter of her existence.

Jenelle was sweetly kissing her mouth, smiling sensually into her eyes, while Damon rained tiny kisses just above the dark curls covering her pussy, up to her navel.

“Mmm, was it nice?” Jenelle asked.

There were simply no words to describe what she’d just experienced. And now that the orgasm had let her come back down to earth, the whole thing felt…surreal. Her, with another girl? And Damon? At the same time ?

But the return of sanity didn’t make it any easier to deny that she’d enjoyed the naughty indulgence more than she could easily understand. “God, yes,” she finally managed.

Jenelle caressed Brenna’s breasts some more and looked sincerely pleased. “Mmm, I’m glad.”

And Brenna still liked her so very much, thought her so very sweet, even if they lived in entirely different worlds—because, after all, Brenna’s world seemed to be edging closer to  Jenelle’s with each passing day. So it seemed only fair to say to her new friend, “Now it’s your turn.”

Jenelle bit her lip, cast a sexy smile, and kissed Brenna one more time.

Of course, Brenna didn’t have the faintest idea how to proceed—she only knew she wanted to bring Jenelle the pleasure she’d come out tonight seeking, and that Damon would help her.

Reaching gingerly up behind Jenelle’s neck, Brenna located a fabric tie and pulled, causing the top of Jenelle’s dress to drop gently to her waist.

“Oh my,” Brenna whispered at the sight of Jenelle’s perfect breasts. Large and round, they  possessed no tan lines and stood pertly on their own. Probably enhanced, she figured, but  if so, Jenelle had gotten her money’s worth.

Still, it was more curiosity than desire that led her hands upward to gently curve around the outer sides of both breasts. Soft and firm in her palms, the touch sent a fresh new lust careening through Brenna. Whether she really desired another woman or not, she couldn’t say—she thought much of her excitement might be from simply daring to do something so wild or from sensing how much Damon was enjoying it.

A thought that drew her gaze to his.

“Kiss them,” he told her.

And she obeyed, her natural response now being always to please him, whatever it took.

Lifting her head from the black and purple pillows, she gently kissed the tip of Jenelle’s mauve nipple, listened to her new friend’s pretty sigh and Damon’s soft groan, and let the sounds flow all through her. The sensation of the small, hard bead of flesh against her lips sent a fresh current of electricity crackling across her skin.

Be bolder, a little voice inside her said. For Damon. Thrill him. Thrill him more than he thinks you’re even capable of thrilling him.

Biting her lip, Brenna sat upright, curled her hands around Jenelle’s shoulders, and pushed her gently to her back on the bed, reversing their positions. Then she paused, only for a second, struck by how beautiful Jenelle looked lying topless with her hair fanning across the velvet.

Brenna drew in her breath, then dove headlong into being the hot, aggressive creature she wanted to become for her man. On her knees now, her dress still gathered at her hips, her own tits still exposed, she bent toward Jenelle, closing her mouth over the turgid pink peak of the lovely girl’s breast.

Satisfaction roared through her when Jenelle gasped, then moaned, deeply. Brenna’s whole body tingled as she began to suck, gently at first, testing the feel of the rigid nipple on the flat of her tongue, the flesh surrounding it filling her mouth.

As she suckled, she let her hand close over Jenelle’s other breast, exploring, massaging.  How strange and heady to be with another woman this way, she thought, still pulling on the nipple deep, deep. Jenelle’s breast in her hand was smooth and flawless, like a perfectly round little mountain topped with a hard pearl that grazed Brenna’s palm as she kneaded the flesh around it.

Behind her, Damon watched. She knew because of the low, heated groans that left him, even as his hands molded over her ass, his thumbs stretching inward, inward, toward the center, building in her a whole new sort of desire, something deep and strange and wanton.

And in that moment, she knew she did desire another woman. Yes, this was about pleasing Damon—but even independent of that yearning, the pleasure she took from  Jenelle’s body was more than merely peripheral. Jenelle’s breasts were so lovely, creating in her a fever she’d only ever before experienced with a guy. And she wanted more of them somehow, needed to reap more hot pleasure for herself, and so she ceased her sucking, ceased her caresses—and instead shifted slightly upward, to lower her own breasts atop Jenelle’s and rub their tits together.

Jenelle’s impassioned sigh filled their lavish compartment, soon to be joined by Brenna’s.  So much softness—hers, melding with Jenelle’s. But punctuated by tiny bits of hardness—their nipples, raking over each other, creating tiny pinpricks of sensation that shot straight to Brenna’s pussy.

Behind her, Damon rained kisses across her ass, and the tumult of sensation from both sides made her crazed with lust. They moved together, her hot friction with Jenelle in front setting the rhythm with which she arched her ass toward Damon in back, Brenna losing herself in it all…until Damon reached around them both, gently stroking both women’s breasts, and whispering in Brenna’s ear, “Take off her panties.”

Brenna’s stomach contracted. It was one thing to have her own pussy pleasured by both of them, but another entirely to bring Jenelle’s into the fray.

Still, she didn’t hesitate. The passion was too powerful, driving her forward, along with  Damon’s desire. What Damon wanted, she would give him. She’d never meant to turn into some sort of submissive—but the longing to please him was simply too great to want to fight. It had become a part of their sex, a part of what they shared.

Drawing his palms back to Brenna’s bare hips, Damon gently eased her off of Jenelle, imposing his will even as she submitted to it, eager to let him guide her.

Just as he and Jenelle had hovered over Brenna’s body a little while ago, now he and  Brenna hovered over Jenelle’s. Slowly, Damon slid his hands up Jenelle’s outer thighs, leisurely raising her animal print dress. Jenelle watched just as intently as Brenna, unabashedly massaging her own breasts now that Brenna was gone.

Beneath the hem, they found a thong of black lace that curved beneath Jenelle’s pierced

navel and a tattoo of a red heart turned on its side. Just like Jenelle’s breasts, Brenna

thought this part of her appeared perfect, too—so much that it was hard not to be envious,  especially with Damon spying it, as well. And for a split second it made her self-conscious,  worrisome, as if she could never measure up to a girl so model-perfect with her dancetoned body—until Damon’s gaze rose to hers. “Take them off for me,” he said.

And then it hit her. He didn’t care. Or maybe he didn’t see. But either way, it was still  Brenna he desired. If he only wanted to get to Jenelle, he could have taken her thong off himself. Yet he wanted Brenna to do it. He wanted to keep guiding her through the intense sexual education he’d been giving her this week. This was still about her.

Swallowing back her nervousness and hoping Damon didn’t see it, she reached down to hook her thumbs through the lace at Jenelle’s hips. When Jenelle lifted her ass from the bed, allowing Brenna to pull the panties gently to her knees, her gaze naturally gravitated to Jenelle’s pussy. The sight of which made her suck in her breath, hard—because all of  Jenelle’s pubic hair had been removed!

She supposed she’d caught sight of such things before—in a Playboy magazine Wayne had once bought, or when she had accidentally opened spam e-mail containing obscene photos—but it had never occurred to her that any other sort of woman would do that.

And now, as she studied the silky, bare slit between Jenelle’s slender legs, she couldn’t help being both taken aback and…amazed. At how much more on display it seemed—like everything in Sin City—and how much more exciting .

She’d never thought she could have an interest in another woman’s cunt, but suddenly, more curiosity tugged at her—prodding her to reach down and gingerly stroke her middle finger through, making Jenelle moan and leaving her fingertip wet.

her to? Oh God, had she just done that? Just touched a girl’s pussy? Without Damon even asking

She peered across Jenelle’s body at Damon, knowing she must look shocked. But  Damon’s gaze was all heat, all hunger. She didn’t even realize she was holding her hand up, fingers separated, the moistened middle one protruding slightly, until Damon closed his warm hand around hers and drew her wet finger into his mouth.

Her own pussy surged with the knowledge that he was sucking another girl’s juices from her hand. And though a bit of jealousy could have entered the mix, too, there was none—

there was simply the strange sense that bringing another woman into their sex had  somehow drawn them closer. She didn’t quite understand how that had happened, but as  she peered into Damon’s eyes, she felt it in her bones—and in the hot pulse of her cunt.

She felt it so strongly that she reached across Jenelle, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him hard. She closed her eyes and thrust her tongue in his mouth and lost herself in the wetness there, the taste of him mixing with the taste of her, and even of Jenelle—and she followed the instinct suddenly gnawing at her, and said, raggedly, “Lick her. I want to watch you lick her. I want to see you doing that to someone else.”

A low sound left his throat as his eyes went glassy with arousal. As she withdrew her hands from his face, he grabbed her wrists and this time kissed her just as feverishly before saying, “Spread her legs for me.”

Brenna’s pussy surged again, but she managed to break her gaze with Damon and peer back down to Jenelle’s smooth cunt. The thong still rested around her knees, but Damon swiftly pulled the lace down and off.

Every nerve ending sizzled with awareness and anticipation as Brenna gently lowered her palms to the tops of Jenelle’s tan, shapely thighs, listening to her sigh. She glanced up to see Jenelle sensually tweaking her nipples and licking her upper lip as she looked into  Brenna’s eyes.

Slowly, Brenna eased her touch inward, each subtle move drawing another tiny gasp of pleasure from Jenelle—until she pushed Jenelle’s legs apart, wider, wider, until the flesh at their crux opened, revealing the pink folds inside.

Brenna’s breasts ached with desire as her own cunt swelled—all from sharing something so strangely intimate with Damon. How was it possible that having another party in their sex made her feel so connected to him? She didn’t know, but when their eyes met overtop  Jenelle’s pussy, she could have sworn he felt the same way.

“Lick her now,” Brenna breathed, bewildered by how much she wanted that, needed to see

it.

After bestowing another moist kiss on Brenna’s lips, Damon knelt down and stroked his tongue through Jenelle’s open slit. His eyes met Brenna’s as he finished the long, thorough lick that made Jenelle sob, and the whole combination of sensations turned  Brenna still crazier with lust. “Again,” she said.