[GL] Someone Once Told Me the Grass is Much er on the Other Side-Chapter 123: Valentine’s Day Arc: Three

"Can I eat your pussy?" Shatwa asked Aurora one day as they were walking home. Well, it was Aurora who was walking Shatwa home since there was no way she was going to bring the Alpha around her home. Not with the discourse around her.

Aurora looked at Shatwa with such an odd expression on her face. It was so odd that she would ask this to the Omega. She remembered last year, the Alpha openly admitted to never wanting to eat pussy and yet she was asking. Aurora smirked, shaking her head, not believing it.

Shatwa felt embarrassed for Aurora shaking her head, rejecting her. "I...I understand," she told Aurora. She asked because...she wasn’t sure why she asked. It was something she never wanted to do and even still, she didn’t want to do it. But...she wanted to make her happy. Shatwa felt so down and miserable.

"Why would you ask that?" Aurora asked the woman as they came upon her high in the wealthy suburb.

Shatwa shrugged. "I just wanted to make you happy."

"You’re trying to make me happy after what you did?"

Shatwa didn’t say anything. "Can I do it?" She whispered; it was like a need for her to feel in control. Aurora hated her pussy wss getting moist, but she found her lips getting dry. She licked them and looked both ways. "My mom had a she shed in the backyard. We can do it there."

Shatwa led Aurora back to the backyard and toward the small white shed with pink interior. Shatwa closed the door while Aurora stood on the rug, taking her shorts and panties off. The Alpha got on her knees and looked up at Aurora.

"I never done this..."

"I know," Aurora said, rubbing her cunt. "I can just...masturbate in your mouth. I squirt though so I’ll let you know when I’m about to cum."

Shatwa nodded nervously. She opened her mouth wide as Aurora stepped closer, her mouth touching Aurora’s cunt. She felt herself getting hard, her clit straining against her jeans.

Aurora grabbed Shatwa’s hair and started moving her hips. Shatwa didn’t know what to do. She kept her mouth open as Aurora rubbed her wetness against her tongue.

The she shed smelled like roses and dust. Shatwa could taste Aurora’s saltiness mixed with something sweet. She heard her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Aurora’s moans echoed against the pink walls. Shatwa felt Aurora’s thighs tremble against her shoulders. The Alpha was getting face fucked by her ex-mate and she...she was enjoying it. She felt so submissive, it was different.

Aurora’s wetness coated Shatwa’s chin. Her tongue moved instinctively, tasting, exploring. Aurora’s fingers tightened in Shatwa’s hair, pulling her deeper. Shatwa’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked awkwardly. She felt Aurora’s hips jerk. A low moan escaped Aurora. Shatwa’s clit throbbed harder against her jeans. She was soaking wet too. She never wanted to eat pussy but she felt desperate to please Aurora.

"I’m about to cum," Aurora announced. She stepped back from Shatwa, her hands rubbing her clit faster, her breathing became erratic. Shatwa remained on her knees watching Aurora about to release. She never saw an Omega female squirt.

It came in burst, clear liquid that shot onto the floor. It wasn’t buckets, more like little sprinkles.

Aurora slowly came down from her high. She looked over and some a box of tissues on a desk. "Can I have some tissue?"

"Yeah!" Shatwa came out of her alucination and went to give Aurora some tissue. "How do you feel?"

"Honestly, I feel sick to my stomach," she said, admitting it to Shatwa. "Doing that with you after knowing what you did. I feel conflicted. You know, you’re my friend and yet I hate what you did," she explained, keeping her head down, not wanting to see Shatwa’s expression. "Imma go."

...

"So are you going to have a valentine this year?" Lacy asked Adama just as Aurora walked into the front door.

"I’m home!" She screamed out to her family. Salmona and Samantha came up to her and kissed her on the cheek. She always loved having her sires kiss her, even when she was a small baby. "Hey, sirees!"

"Go on ahead to the dining room for dinner," Salmona said, she walked back to the living room with the game on.

Aurora did a double take. She ran to the television. "Is that Sasha?"

"Yeppers, your aunt is playing tonight," Samantha said, the Alpha excited to see her sister playing on the small screen.

"I can’t watch?!"

Salmona laughed at her daughter. "Go eat dinner then you can watch."

After dinner, the family came together to watch the game. The Alphas sitting on the large wrap around while Aurora and Adama laid on the ground. Still, on her mind was Shatwa and what they had done.

Aurora’s fingers traced patterns on the carpet pile as Sasha dribbled downcourt on screen, but her mind replayed the afternoon’s raw intimacy instead: the scent of the she shed, the salt-sweet taste lingering in memory, the vibration of Shatwa’s muffled gasps against her thighs.

She shifted uncomfortably, the ghost of release tightening low in her belly while shame coiled like smoke in her chest. Across the room, Salmona cheered as Sasha scored, the sound distant beneath Aurora’s pulse thrumming in her ears.

She excused herself, going to the restroom where she sat on the toilet rubbing her cunt, this time slowly, thinking about Shatwa’s mount of her pussy.

The television blared from the living room, cheers muffled through the walls as Sasha scored another basket. Aurora leaned her forehead against the cool bathroom tiles, the mint-green grout lines blurring as her vision swam with conflicting images: Shatwa’s wide, uncertain eyes gazing up from between her thighs, the tremble of the Alpha’s shoulders beneath her hands, the slick warmth coating her chin.

She traced her own collarbone, fingers catching on the dampness still clinging to her skin beneath her shirt, a phantom echo of Shatwa’s breath.

Downstairs, Samantha’s laugh pierced through the door, sharp and bright, grating against the thick pulse throbbing in Aurora’s temples.

She rubbed her pussy faster, knowing she had to be quick or her family would ask questions. She closed her eyes and held her moans in as her juiced flew onto the floor, her body convulsing.

Aurora got up and washed her hands. She walked back into the living room as if nothing happened, totally forgetting to clean her cum off the floor that she spilt.

...

Later that evening, Aurora lied in bed looking up footage of her aunt’s basketball game. She wasn’t sure why but to her Sasha was extremely hot. The way she moved the ball, her muscular figure. Aurora swallowed at watching the Alpha on her computer.

She also knew the size of Sasha as well. She saw photos on the internet the paparazzi took. When aroused, she was about four inches but thick. So not the biggest but absolutely the thickest.

It was so weird, wanting to have sex with her aunt, but she fantasized about it. Wanting her aunt to stick her fat clit inside of her. Aurora moved her panties to the side, already feeling herself get aroused again. She placed two fingers in her cunt and began to penetrate herself as she watched Sasha on the small screen.

Her mind drifted to Shatwa again, how inexperienced the Alpha was when she went down on Aurora. She wondered if Shatwa was thinking about her right now, or if she was touching herself as well. Aurora knew that Shatwa probably didn’t want to be thinking about her, but she couldn’t help herself.

She hated herself for so many things: becoming hypsexual after getting raped by Theresa, allowing Shatwa to eat her out even after raping that girl, and now she was having incestuous thoughts about her aunt.

Her fingers pounded her hard.

Aurora arched against the mattress, the laptop screen casting flickering blue light across her sweat-sheened face as Sasha drove toward the basket. The rhythmic slap of her own wetness echoed the squeak of sneakers on hardwood from the speakers, a frantic counterpoint to the commentator’s distant drone.

She imagined that thick heat pressing into her, filling her where her fingers failed, Sasha’s powerful thighs bracketing her hips, the scent of exertion clinging to her skin. A low whine escaped Aurora’s clenched teeth, part ecstasy, part self-loathing, as her hips bucked off the sheets.

She felt her vaginal walls close around her fingers as her orgasm overtook her. Her fingers covered in her juices and slime. She laid back on her bed, exhausted from the three orgasms she had that day. What had gotten into that day? She didn’t know but she sighed and continued to watch the rest of the basketball game and as she did so, she sent Sasha a text. Wondering if she could see the Alpha sometime. And of course, Sasha wanting to be a good aunt, replied back yes.