Jenny Mortimer – Girls, and their wild side! Final Part

Three friends confess their taboo appetites. To end the night, they stop confessing and start exploring. The final discovery is the pleasures of each other.

Disclaimer: Welcome to a world where forbidden desire is the only rule. This story is part of a collection where all lines are meant to be crossed. If you keep reading, you're already on the other side.
Reader discretion is advised.
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Allie and Melissa lay side-by-side on the sheets, legs tangled, hips pressed together, vulvas aligned — not grinding, not thrusting, but melding, the soft, slick folds of their pussies pressed in perfect, trembling contact. The heat between them was electric, a living thing, pooling where their bodies met, where their lips — swollen, pink, glistening — pressed and pulsed against one another.
Allie’s hand rested on Melissa’s thigh, fingers trailing slow circles, barely there, just enough to make Melissa shiver. Melissa’s fingers were on Allie’s hip, nails grazing, light, teasing, her thumb brushing the curve of Allie’s ass, then sliding lower, lower, until her fingers grazed the wetness between Allie’s thighs — not entering, not yet — just feeling, just knowing.
They moved together — not with urgency, but with rhythm — hips lifting, lowering, rubbing, grinding — the slow, wet sound of their flesh against flesh a low, steady shhh-shhh-shhh, like waves lapping at shore, like silk tearing, like breath held too long.
Allie gasped — a sharp, breathy sound — as Melissa’s fingers pressed into her pussy, slow, deliberate, int and out, as their clits caressed one another, Allie was trembling, her thighs clamped around Melissa’s hand.
Their lips and clits caressing back and forth, gentle but they were cresting towards a mutual orgasm – as Melissa’s fingers plunged Allie’s vagina deeply.
“Cum for me baby!,” Melissa whispered, voice ragged, hips rocking against Allie’s. “I’m so close too.”
Allie didn’t answer.
Just moaned — low, guttural — her body arching, her hips lifting, her fingers digging into Melissa’s thigh.
As they both hit the peak, “You fucking gorgeous girl – your pussy feels amazing!” screamed Melissa, as they came from the intoxicating feel of clit on clit.
But Melissa didn’t stop at that.
Melissa’s fingers increased pace pace — slow, deep, relentless — until Allie was shaking through another orgasm, caused by Melissa finger fucking her, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Fuck, yes…” Allie gasped, voice breaking. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”
Melissa didn’t.
Her fingers dove deep in Allie’s pussy — playing with her g-spot — until Allie was trembling and screaming, her hips rocking against Melissa’s hand — and then — she came again.
“Fucking yes, OOOH YESS!”
A flood of juices slicked between them, hot and sweet, their bodies trembling, their breaths mingling, their moans blending into one.
Allie collapsed against Melissa, head resting on her shoulder, breath hot against her skin. “Oh god,” she gasped. “That was out of this world… your turn!”
Melissa smiled, Allie slipped her fingers between them, as he focused on fucking Melissa. “Scream again, for my beautiful.”
Melissa didn’t answer.
Just moaned, body still trembling, hips still rocking against Melissa’s fingers, as they were driven in deep. Hard slamming fingers.

Jenny watched — fingers tracing her own clit, slow, deliberate, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn’t touch herself hard. Just enough to feel the heat, the ache, the need.
She whispered — low, throaty — her voice thick with desire.
“Look at you. Look how you fit.”
Her eyes locked on their bodies — the way Allie’s thigh pressed against Melissa’s, the way Melissa’s fingers moved against Allie’s clit, the way their hips rocked together, the way their breaths synced, the way their moans rose and fell like a shared rhythm.
She didn’t move.
Just watched.
Fingers tracing, teasing, until her own clit throbbed, until her own breath came in short, sharp gasps.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she whispered, voice rough. “I love the rawness of you grinding against each other.”
And as the two girls grinding clit against clit drove them through an orgasm.
Jenny couldn’t hold back at the wonderful sight - she came too.
A scream tore from her throat — loud, primal — body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her.
The girls rested where they were — slick with sweat, trembling, breaths still ragged, the scent of arousal thick in the air. Jenny hit pause on the recording. Three cameras stopped, their red dots blinking out like tired eyes.
She gave them a minute. Just a minute. To catch their breath. To reset. To remember who they were — not just bodies, but players.

The daisy-chain

Jenny disappeared to the kitchen. She returned with a tray of chips, soda, a bowl of chocolate-dipped strawberries, a bottle of chilled water. She placed it beside the bed and watched as Allie and Melissa devoured it.
Once they were refueled, Jenny took out three more cameras; tiny, wireless, synced to one remote. She handed the remote to Melissa.
“You’re in charge of the angles,” she said, her voice low and rough. “But I’m in charge of the game.”
The room was dim, the only light spilling from the three cameras mounted on tripods at the foot of the bed, their red dots blinking like watchful eyes. The air was thick with the scent of arousal — musk, sweat, the faint tang of salt and vanilla body oil. The bed was large, king-sized, covered in dark satin sheets now damp and tangled beneath them. A ceiling fan turned slowly overhead, stirring the humid air, doing little to cool the heat radiating off their bodies.
Jenny climbed onto the bed, slow and deliberate, her hips swaying with each step, her bare feet sinking into the plush mattress. She positioned herself at the head of the bed, knees bent, thighs parted — ready. Then she gestured for Melissa to turn, bringing her legs toward her. Melissa obeyed, rolling onto her back, spreading her thighs, her pussy glistening under the soft glow of the cameras. Jenny grasped her ankles and pulled her closer, until Melissa was lying in front of her, grinning, eyes dark with anticipation.
Allie was lying in wait, ready for her place, still giggling, still breathless from the last round, but her eyes were sharp, focused. She saw the pattern forming — a daisy-chain, the loop of pleasure. She did not need to be told.
She lay down on her side, facing Melissa, opening her legs so Melissa could nestle between them. Then Jenny lowered herself between Melissa’s spread thighs, her own groin turning toward Allie’s face. Her fingers brushed Melissa’s inner lips — slick, swollen, trembling — and she leaned in, giving the swollen flesh a quick, teasing kiss.
Then she dove.
Her tongue flicked out — slow and deliberate — tasting the salt, the sweetness, the heat. Melissa gasped, her hips jerking, thighs trembling as Jenny’s tongue circled her clit, then plunged deep and hungry, lips sucking, teeth grazing, fingers sliding into her pussy, hammering in and out, knuckles brushing her clit with every thrust.
Melissa did not waste time.

She reached out, gripped Allie’s thighs, and pulled her pussy to her eager mouth. Allie did not resist. She shifted, aligning herself, her hips pressing forward, her clit brushing Melissa’s lips.
“You are so hot,” Melissa whispered, her voice thick with desire, before diving into the awaiting flesh. Her tongue parted Allie’s lips, found the perfectly formed clit nestled within, and claimed it.
Allie screamed, “Fuck yeah!” Her hips jerked as Melissa’s tongue lashed her clit, fingers sliding into her pussy, hammering in and out, knuckles brushing her clit with every thrust.
Then Allie turned her attention to Jenny.
Who did not stop licking Melissa. She simply shifted position, her tongue circling Melissa’s clit, her fingers still slamming into her pussy.
Jenny’s groin was now before Allie. Her free hand slid beneath Jenny’s ass, pulling her close until Jenny’s swollen lips pressed against her tongue.
Jenny moaned — low and guttural — her hips jerking as Allie’s tongue slid between her lips, circled her clit, then dove deep and hungry. Fingers slid into her pussy, hammering in and out, knuckles brushing her clit with every thrust.
Allie did not let up.
She turned her frame inward, her hips grinding her clit against Melissa’s tongue as her friend devoured her. The tender strokes of Melissa’s fingers invading her pussy were blowing her mind. Allie’s breasts ached for attention, but that would have to wait.
Allie gave what attention she could, despite the pulsating sexual pleasure that racked her own body. She kept her fingers sliding into Jenny’s pussy, hammering in and out, knuckles brushing her clit with every thrust.
“I love the taste of you,” Allie gasped, her voice trembling as she attempted to speak while her hips rocked against Melissa’s mouth.
Jenny could not answer either. Her body was in throes of orgasmic pleasure, and every breath was a labor through the pleasure she was receiving.
But she forged on, maintaining the rhythm she applied to Melissa — tongue lapping her clit, fingers slamming into her pussy — until Melissa’s body tightened, muscles clenching around her fingers, breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Then Jenny had an idea — for torture.
She leaned in, her voice a whisper, rough and commanding.
“First one to make the other scream wins.”
Allie did not hesitate.
She increased her pace — fingers slamming into Jenny’s pussy, tongue lapping, teeth grazing — until Jenny trembled, her hips rocking against Allie’s hand, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Fuck, yes…” Jenny gasped, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”
Allie did not.
Jenny’s fingers circled Melissa’s clit — slow, teasing. Melissa began to shake, her muscles clenching around Jenny’s fingers, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
And then Allie came.
A flood of juices poured into Melissa’s mouth — thick, sweet, alive.
A scream tore from Allie’s throat — “Oh God, YES!” — loud and primal. Her body convulsed as pleasure ripped through her. She gripped Melissa’s hair, her hips still rocking against her tongue, fingers still inside her, fucking her through her orgasm.
Melissa did not stop.
She continued the slow, deep, relentless stimulation for a few more minutes, then the last tremor faded. Allie was trembling, spent, gasping.
Allie tried to regroup her energy to finish Jenny.
Jenny surrendered to Allie’s administrations.
Allie pulled Jenny’s pussy tight against her lips — not gentle, not coaxing — claiming. Her mouth sealed over Jenny’s swollen flesh, tongue pressing flat, then flicking out slow and deliberate, tracing the slick, trembling lips, tasting salt, sweetness, heat.
Then, the subtlest touch of teeth — gently grazing, just enough to make Jenny gasp, her hips jerking, thighs trembling.
Allie pressed on with more energy.
Three fingers slid inside, they were slow, deep, curling, stretching and filling. Then she hammered in, fast, hard, relentless, knuckles brushing Jenny’s vaginal wall with every thrust. Allie’s tongue pressed against the swollen bud, circling, teasing, then grinding — slow, deep, punishing.
Jenny moaned, “AHHHH! – Sweet girl!”, low and guttural. Her hips jerking as Allie’s tongue circled her clit, then dove deep and hungry, lips sucking, teeth nipping, fingers slamming in and out — long, sensual strokes melting into furious, piston-like drives.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jenny gasped, her voice breaking, hands gripping the sheets, back arching off the bed. “I’m gonna—”
Allie did not slow.
Her tongue continued its assault — from slow and deliberate, to stroking Jenny’s lips, then nibbling. Teeth grazed the tender flesh. The barrage of tongue lapping, fingers plunging, until Jenny’s body tightened, muscles clenching around Allie’s fingers, breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
And then Jenny came.
A scream tore from her throat — loud and primal — her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her. Her hips bucked against Allie’s mouth, her thighs clamped around her head, her fingers digging into the mattress, her breath ragged, broken, wild.
Allie did not stop.
She kept going with slow, deep, relentlessly, her tongue lapping, fingers pistoning in and out in long strokes. Then Jenny tried to beat her off with a pillow she grabbed. Finally the last tremor faded, until Jenny was a trembling mess, spent, gasping, sweat-slicked, and alive.
Still fighting with Allie to relent touching her. Who was laughing.
Melissa had been lying on her side, watching the beautiful show — two gorgeous women, slick with sweat, tangled in each other, Allie’s mouth and fingers claiming every inch of Jenny.
The three girls lay collapsed, tangled, slick, goosebumps and orgasmic tremors. The cameras still rolling, the red dots blinking like tired eyes.
“That was amazing,” Allie gasped, barely able to speak, her voice hoarse from screaming.
“You guys looked incredible, tangled like that,” Melissa said, still feeling highly aroused, her own thighs trembling. “It was like you had a bobcat attacking your pussy, Jenny.”
“Fucking felt like it!” Jenny blurted out.
All three girls broke into a fit of laughter – spent but alive like never before.
This moment was a collision of bodies, of tongues, of fingers, of moans, of need.
And you had captured it — raw, real, unforgettable.

The bed was a battlefield of pleasure.
Satin sheets, once pristine, now twisted and damp, clinging to the curves of three naked bodies — slick with sweat, trembling with exhaustion, glowing with the slow, sweet ache of spent desire. The air still hung thick with the scent of arousal — musk, salt, vanilla, the faint metallic tang of exertion. The only sound was the slow, ragged rhythm of their breath, the occasional soft sigh, the quiet rustle of skin against satin.
Moonlight streamed through the gauzy curtains, spilling in ghostly white shafts across the room. It’s touch painting their skin in pale, vampiric light — the curve of a hip, the swell of a breast, the dark thatch between trembling thighs. Their hair; dark, curly, straight and wavy. Was fanned out across the pillows, damp and tangled, plastered to temples and necks, smelling of sweat and sex and shampoo.
Jenny lay on her back, one arm flung over her eyes, her breasts rising and falling with each slow, deep breath, her nipples still tight, still sensitive, her stomach still quivering with the aftershocks. Her thighs were parted, her pussy glistening, her clit — still pulsing, still tender.
Allie lay curled against her, her face buried in Jenny’s neck, her tongue flicking out once, slow, deliberate — tasting salt, sweetness, her. Her own body was a map of pleasure — bruises on her thighs, red marks on her hips, her nipples still hard, still aching. Her hand rested on Jenny’s stomach, fingers tracing the faint tremors still running through her.
Melissa lay beside them, on her side, facing the window, her back to the others, her ass pressed against Allie’s thigh, her breasts heavy, her nipples dark and peaked. Her hand rested between her legs, fingers brushing her swollen lips — still sensitive, still throbbing — and she sighed, soft, breathless.
“So,” Jenny murmured, her voice rough, her eyes still closed, “Melissa. First girl-on-girl. How’s the view from the other side?”
Melissa didn’t answer. She giggled.
Then shifted, her hips rolling slightly, her fingers circling her clit — slow, teasing — and she laughed again, low, throaty.
“Shut up,” she said, but she was smiling, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark with contentment. “It’s… different. For sure. I didn’t know I could enjoy this, with another woman.”
“Better than Malcolm?” Jenny pressed, her voice teasing, her fingers tracing a slow circle on Melissa’s hip.
Melissa didn’t answer. No! But she wouldn’t say that out loud.
She just sighed, her body melting into the mattress, her hand drifting to her own swollen lips — still tender, still tingling — and she laughed, soft, breathless.
“Malcolm special. And this?” She looked at Allie, then at Jenny. “Another adventure.”
Allie shifted, propping herself up on one elbow, her breasts swaying gently with the motion. She grinned, her eyes mischievous.
“I kissed my cousin Alice once. Back when we were sixteen. She was all lips and hands and whispered promises. I got so scared, I ran. She never asked again.”
Jenny laughed, low and rough.
“And now? You’re fucking two girls in a daisy-chain!” her gaze fell on Allie, “Do you regret not going further?”
Allie shrugged, her fingers brushing her breast — still sensitive. She shivered.
“No, this is the right time for this moment.”
Melissa slid off the bed, her legs trembling slightly as she stood, her body glistening with sweat and arousal, her hair sticking to her back, her breasts swaying with each step. She stretched, her arms over her head, her spine arching, her hips rolling — slow, deliberate, as if savoring the ache, the lingering pleasure.
“Shower,” she said, voice husky. “I need to soak my aches – all of them.”
Allie sat up, her eyes bright, her grin wicked.
“I’ll join you.”
Melissa laughed — loud, throaty — and shook her head.
“We’d never get out alive.”
“Exactly,” Allie said, grinning. “That’s the point.”
Melissa didn’t answer.
Just turned, her hips swaying as she walked toward the bathroom, her ass tight, her thighs still trembling, her back still slick with sweat.
“Tonight,” she called over her shoulder, “I want to just… feel this. The warmth. The tiredness. Us. Maybe another time sweetheart.”
Jenny watched her go; the curve of her back, the fullness of her breast, the sway of her hips, the way her shoulders rolled with every step. It was an intoxicating view. And she smiled.
A wicked, knowing smile.
Her friend had changed — slowly, subtly, beautifully.
First Malcolm.
Then girls.
And now?
Jenny didn’t say it.
She didn’t need to.
The question hung in the air — heavy, electric, hungry.
What was next?
Allie lay back on the bed, her fingers tracing the damp sheets, her body still humming with pleasure.
She glanced at Jenny.
“She’s not done.”
Jenny didn’t answer.
Just smiled.
And waited.
This night was over.
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