[GL] Someone Once Told Me the Grass is Much er on the Other Side-Chapter 121: Valentine’s Day Arc: One

Lacy woke up to her breast being sucked on by Salmona and Samantha on either side of her. Her eyes were glazed over, her cheeks flushed. She felt her pussy getting moist, wet and dripping already. Lacy held up her hand and began to slowly run her fingers through Salmona’s and Samantha’s hair. Their precious white hair, long and with a silver sheen. These two Alphas knew exactly how to please her.

The Alphas began to make their way lower, their tongues interacting and kissing her belly button, going in and diving through the creases. It was Salmona who made it to her unshaven mound, not having done it because she had been so busy with the holidays: Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and now Valentines Day was just around the corner.

She felt Salmona’s tongue enter into her cunt and began the process of licking around, flicking her tongue in and out. Salmona then moved out the way and Samantha took the role. She placed a finger in Lacy’s ass, feeling the Omega rise up from the mattress.

Samantha sucked deeply into her cunt. Her eyes lifted up, and she saw Lacy grabbing her breast, moaning. Samantha could feel the Omega was about to cum. Samantha opened her mouth to catch her juices. She placed her mouth wide opened on her pussy.

"Oh my gosh!" She arched her back, her orgasm traveled through her bones, head to her toes, down to her pink toenails.

Salmona watched Samantha swallow Lacy’s juices, her own lips slick with arousal. She traced Samantha’s spine possessively, her canines sharp with desire. The air thickened with musk, sweet sweat, feminine slick, and the sharp tang of spent pleasure.

Lacy’s thighs trembled against Samantha’s cheeks, her breath ragged as aftershocks rolled through her. Salmona leaned in, licking a stray droplet from Lacy’s cunt, tasting Lacy’s essence mingled with her sister’s spit. Beneath them, the mattress dipped, springs groaning softly under shifting weight.

Salmona slid her hand down Lacy’s stomach, fingers digging possessively into her hip. She pulled Samantha away from Lacy’s glistening folds, leaving a gleaming trail. Their eyes met, Lacy ready for another round.

Salmona claimed Lacy’s mouth fiercely. The kiss was rough, urgent, tongues clashing. Lacy moaned into Salmona’s mouth, hands tangling in her sister’s silver hair.

Lacy was on all fours while Samantha was standing up. Samantha’s clit fully erect and hard, the pre cum being swallowed into Lacy’s mouth as the Omega sucked on her Alpha.

SLAP, POUND, THUD!

Salmona’s body was covered in sweat, her hair matted against her forehead. She held onto Lacy’s hips, thrusting with her might. She looked over at the digital clock and saw the kids would be home from school soon.

SLURP, SLUPR!

Samantha was now standing on the bed with her legs bent. She held onto Lacy’s head tight, thrusting into her mouth. She pulled her clit out and busted her nut on Lacy’s face, the white cum completely covering her enter crown, even going into her hair.

"OH OHHHH!!" The Alpha moaned and pulled her clit off her Lacy’s face.

Lacy felt the cum escape Salmona’s clit, falling out of her pussy, falling onto her bed sheets. Samantha pulled on her it as it slowly began to retract into its normal form. She looked at the clock, her cell phone.

"Do we have enough time for more?" Samantha asked. Lacy looked over as she began to clean her face. "Here," Samantha took the rag and began to clean Lacy’s face. "Do you want me to eat your ass?"

"Umm," Lacy said, unsure really. "Let’s do that later in the evening."

Salmona leaned back, her hips grinding against Lacy’s ass. She pulled her clit out, slowly, and it returned to its flaccid state. She climbed off Lacy, falling back onto the bed. Samantha laid beside her sister, Salmona. The two just relaxing and closing their eyes.

Lacy flipped over onto her back and laid between them. She placed her head on Salmona’s breast and her leg over Samantha’s thigh.

The bed shifted as the three women settled, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, skin sticking where they touched. Lacy traced idle patterns on Salmona’s sternum, her breathing still uneven, while Salmona’s fingers carded through her own tangled hair, pulling strands free from her damp neck. Samantha shifted, her thigh pressing tighter against Lacy’s, a triumph of pleasure.

"You’re seeing prostitutes?" Aurora asked Shatwa. The six of them were at the playground, the snow mostly gone due to the seasons starting to change into spring.

"I have a problem," Shatwa said. "I have a thing where I like violent sex, you know, I was so weak. Doing that to her. And whats worst, I liked it," she admitted.

Her friends were quiet, ashamed and confused that they were even entertaining this Alpha. But they all knew her for so long, they supported her yet wanted her to get help so badly. Except for Brie, the Beta absolutely thought Shatwa needed to be in jail.

"I have a doll at home...that I, that I practice on," she said. Shatwa looked at Aurora and a sickening feeling came over the Omega. She felt her stomach just drop. She sighed, knowing the Alpha would fantasize about her.

She covered her mouth and got up, feeling herself get ill. She rushed to the public restroom that was at the park.

The door slammed behind Aurora, the flimsy metal echoing in the small, grimy bathroom. Cold air seeped through the cracked window above the sink, carrying the scent of damp earth and forgotten winter. She leaned over the stained porcelain, her reflection a pale blur in the streaked mirror against her light brown skin.

The nausea wasn’t just disgust; it was a visceral recoil, a tightening in her gut like a fist closing around Shatwa’s confession. The image flashed unbidden: the doll, faceless yet somehow hers, subjected to Shatwa’s violent fantasies. Her own skin prickled, hypersensitive to the coarse fabric of her shirt brushing her neck. Outside, the distant shouts of children playing sounded unnaturally sharp, grating against the silence within.

Brie entered into the restroom. Aurora jumped, but settled herself down.

"Hey," Brie said softly. She approached Aurora and rubbed her back. Aurora shook her head and began to cry. Brie pulled the Omega in, hugging her tightly.

"I feel disgusted," Aurora told her best friend.

"She is the disgusting one. Why we’re even still friends with her is beyond me. I only am because of you," Brie told her friend.

Shatwa was standing outside the public restroom when both girls came out. "I’m sorry, Aurora," she said. Aurora just placed her hand up and walked away, she needed to get away from her.

Salmona was in the living room watching television with the kids while Samantha was quietly in the kitchen with Lacy. Lacy was bent over the island in the kitchen with her pants down partially. Samantha was thrustly silently into her Omega.

Lacy bit her lip, trying to hold in her moans, but Samantha grabbed ahold of her hair and pulled tightly. She slapped Lacy on her ass playfully and quietly, leaving a red handprint on her skin that faded into her dark brown skin.

Salmona glanced toward the kitchen doorway, her ears straining over the cartoon laughter blaring from the living room TV. The scent of microwaved popcorn couldn’t mask the thick, musky sweetness hanging in the air. She shifted on the couch, acutely aware of the dampness between her own thighs, the phantom pressure of Lacy’s earlier tremors against her skin.

She, tracking the frantic pulse beating beneath her jawline. Every muffled slap of skin on skin from the kitchen vibrated up her spine, a counterpoint to the animated chaos on screen.

"Hey kids, let’s go in the backyard and fix things up before night fall," Salmona suggested as she pushed the kids out, Aurora and Adama moaning about how they wanted to finish the show. Salmona put the show on pause. "Thank goodness for streaming services," Salmona said.

Now that the kids were out, Samantha slapped harder into Lacy.

The kitchen island vibrated with each thrust, the granite cool against Lacy’s flushed cheek as she pressed her face down. Samantha’s fingers tightened in Lacy’s curls, pulling her head back sharply. The motion exposed Lacy’s throat, tendons straining, her breath escaping in desperate, silent pants that fogged the polished surface beneath her.

Samantha’s hips snapped forward, relentless, the wet slap of skin echoing louder in the sudden quiet of the house. Her thighs trembling against Samantha’s relentless rhythm. Every thrust drove her higher, a coil tightening deep in her belly.

"Oooo, Imma cum," Samantha said.

"I don’t want you to make a mess," Lacy said. She turned around and got on her knees and placed the clit in her mouth. She sucked it just as the cum entered into her mouth and down her throat.

She smiled up at Samantha, standing up and kissing her full force on the mouth.