[GL] Someone Once Told Me the Grass is Much er on the Other Side-Chapter 128: Graduation Arc: Three

Aurora never thought she was addicted to sex. Even as she laid in her bed with her pajama pants down to her ankles. Her pussy juices on the sheet she laid on, her hand still in between her thighs, slowly moving over her pussy. She played with her clit, just coming down from having an orgasm, fantasizing about sex, about having her pussy ate, about sucking on a big Alpha female clit.

She sighed and placed her arm around her head, adjusting herself to get comfortable. Just a few more days and she’d be a college graduate. And what happened this year? A lot of shit.

Aurora sat up and pulled her bottoms up; she was excited for college, excited for the sex she may encounter, the Alphas. She smiled. Maybe she was a sex addict after all.

She shrugged, getting up to go use the restroom. When she laid back down, she had a dream. A dream that she was getting fucked in all holes by several female Alphas. They were all taller than her, with various size clits. She loved it! In her dream, a female Alpha with a clit so thick and big, entered her pussy.

One Alpha straddled Aurora’s face, grinding her wet five inch clt against Aurora’s mouth. Aurora eagerly sucked on the swollen clit, tasting salt and musk as fingers tightened painfully in her hair. Another Alpha pushed inside her dripping pussy from behind, stretching her with thick ridges while a third Alpha shoved her own clit deep into Aurora’s ass, stretching her wider.

Aurora moaned into the flesh against her mouth, her hips bucking wildly as pleasure coiled tighter. Sweat slicked their skin, the slap of flesh against flesh echoed in the humid air she breathed. Tears pricked her eyes from the overwhelming stretch, the raw dominance radiating off the Alphas fueling her submission.

The Alphas fucked her mouth, her cunt, and her ass. All holes filled.

Aurora’s jaw stretched painfully around the thick clit pistoning between her lips, each thrust smearing slick musk across her tongue. Behind her, ridges scraped her inner walls as the Alpha buried deep in her pussy ground her hips in slow, deliberate circles, forcing her cervix to yield with each surge.

The Alpha in her ass pushed relentlessly, stretching her sphincter beyond anything Aurora imagined possible, the burn a searing counterpoint to the overwhelming fullness radiating through her pelvis. Tears tracked down Aurora’s cheeks from the sheer intensity, mingling with sweat-salted skin.

She woke up to the sound of her alarm clock blaring. Groaning, she rolled over, hitting the snooze button on her cell phone. She could still feel the phantom pressure of phantom clits inside her. The scent of arousal lingered faintly, mingling with the stale morning air.

She placed her hand on her pants and felt the wetness from her cunt. Damn, that was some dream.

Her fingers traveled lower, tracing the swollen outline of her clitoris through the damp fabric. She pressed, hard, letting the sharp bite of sensation chase the fading echoes of phantom fullness. Her hips arched off the mattress, a silent gasp catching in her throat as she chased the ghost of that overwhelming stretch, the brutal dominance that still held under her skin. Sweat beaded along her hairline, the room suddenly stifling despite the cool morning air drifting through the cracked window.

"Welp," she said, stopping abruptly. "Time for school."

While she was in class, she imagined herself on her knees sucking a clit of an athletic Alpha.

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting sterile glare across rows of desks as Aurora shifted in her worn plastic chair. Her thighs pressed together tightly beneath her jeans, the denim rubbing against the persistent dampness that hadn’t faded since morning.

Each movement sent sparks through her nerves, a low thrumming ache centered deep in her pelvis. She stared unseeing at her professor’s droning lecture notes projected onto the screen, the words blurring into grey static. Instead, her mind replayed the visceral snap of fucking from her dream, the suffocating heat of bodies surrounding her, the impossible stretch tearing through her core as they claimed every inch.

Her focus narrowed to the phantom sensation of slick hardness sliding between her lips, not soft flesh, but solid, demanding weight. She imagined the salty tang flooding her mouth again, the musky scent filling her nostrils, the desperate choking sounds she’d made as an Alpha rocked into her face, grinding that thick, rigid clit against her palate until her jaw strained.

Her tongue traced the outline of her own teeth behind her closed lips, seeking that remembered pressure, that overwhelming invasion. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Aurora, Aurora...AURORA!"

Aurora snapped her gaze toward the front of the lecture hall. The teacher stood beside his podium, one eyebrow arched high above the rim of his glasses. He tapped impatiently at the book the class was readng clutched in his bony fingers.

Every face in the room had turned toward her, a sea of shifting expressions, some curious, others annoyed, a few smirking knowingly in the humid silence. The buzzing fluorescent lights suddenly sounded deafening against the utter lack of other sound. Her name hung in the air, sharp and accusatory.

"Uh...yes?"

The class laughed at Aurora obviously not paying attention.

"Am I boring you?"

"No, not at all, I just...I just..." she stuttered.

"Pay attention," he ordered.

Silence fell, thick and suffocating, broken only by the scratch of his marker against the white board. Aurora stared at the looping equations, her face burning hotter than the lingering phantom heat between her legs.

The teacher’s back faced the room, shoulders rigid beneath his tweed jacket as he resumed the dry explanation of macroeconomic principles.

The dampness in her jeans was a persistent, she inhaled slowly, trying to replace the imagined musk of Alpha sweat with the scent of old books and disinfectant, but the phantom stretch deep in her cunt pulsed weakly, insistently, refusing to be banished.

"I’m worry about college," Samantha said while she drove with Salmona on the other side, on the passenger seat.

"You’re worry she’s gonna get pounded by numerous Alphas?"

"YEAH!" Samantha yelled. Salmona laughed at her sister practically having a melt down at thinking of their daughter having several rendezvous.

Salmona sighed and leaned back in her seat. "Regardless of it, she’s getting more help now. What’s more important is she’s taking precaution, wearing protection, and on the pill," Salmona explained. "We can only hope for the best."

The car parked into the driveway and the two Alphas got out to be greeted by Adama. She ran into them, hugging them both. Salmona and Samantha knelt down and kissed the little Alpha.

"Is your sister home?" Salmona asked.

"Yeppers, she’s in the living room," Adama said.

When Salmona and Samantha walked into the house, they could smell dinner being cooked in the kitchen by Lacy. The Omega’s hand was covered in white due to baking powder. On the stove was a skillet bubbling with cooking oil. Chicken in the skillet.

"Oooooo fried chicken in the house, fried chicken in the house!" Salmona sung skipping into the kitchen, smelling the chicken. "Wow, that smells so good!"

"How many kids you gonna have, Aurora," Samantha asked.

"What kind of question is that?" Aurora asked coming into the kitchen, laughing. She shrugged sitting down on top of the Island. Lacy quickly shooed Aurora away.

"I want, maybe two or three but no more than three," Aurora answered, climbing on top of Samantha, playing with her sire. She kissed Samantha on the cheek. "Thanks for being there for me, siree!"

POP! POP!

The chicken blood began to darken in the skillet while Salmona just stood there, watching. Lacy pushed Salmona away from the stove and pointed for her to get out the kitchen, to the living room.

Aurora, Samantha, and Adama collided in the center of the living room rug, a tangle of limbs and suppressed giggles erupting into silent chaos. Samantha’s larger frame pinned Aurora’s legs momentarily, the denim of her jeans catching harshly against Aurora’s bare ankle as she twisted free.

Adama scrambled, a small hurricane of wiry limbs, launching herself onto Samantha’s back, fingers digging into Samantha’s shoulders as she tried to drag her off.

Aurora’s elbow caught Samantha’s ribs; Samantha grunted silently, the air punched from her lungs, her grip loosening just enough for Aurora to surge upwards, flipping Samantha onto her side in a desperate, sweat-slicked scramble.

Adama clung like a barnacle, her small fist tangled in Samantha’s shirt, her face pressed into Samantha’s back, stifled laughter shaking her shoulders.

Salmona and Lacy watched from the kitchens opening with a big smile on their faces. This was important for them, their kids were growing up fast. Watching them now meant the world because Aurora was on her way out and Adama will be on her way out in just under five years.

Salmona looked down at Lacy kissed her on the cheek, happy to be apart such a dysfunctional, loving family.