Sharing the Bed: Part Three

Shyla and her therapist Dani have been fucking. Dani calls it sexual surrogacy. The sessions help Shyla trade her Christian shame for a new set of rules where her body finally makes the choices. Sasha, fresh from that bed, steps back into her father's house and finds her stepmother waiting. Syren blocks every exit with words. She presses for details about Shyla's hands, her tongue, how many times the girl came. When Sasha refuses, Syren reaches for the phone, promising to call Sasha’s father and paint the story for him in plain, shameful English. Sasha drops to her knees. Syren peels her robe off, bare skin flushed from the threat. She perches on the dresser, thighs open, and tells Sasha to prove who the real cunt-eater in the house is. Sasha presses her mouth to the wet slit, tongue driving through folds already slick with victory. Syren’s voice cracks, cursing her, praising her, hips twitching against Sasha’s face until a raw orgasm tears loose. Sasha grins against the trembling flesh, tasting the proof that she’s won this round. By the time Syren collapses back against the mirror, sweat cooling on her thighs, Sasha wonders how many girls she can fuck before the first one finds out.