SOL - True Colors Part 6

With your help, Riley stays on her feet. It takes her a moment to recover. She’s still jelly in your arms, and she looks at you with an expression you know well. Her body is satisfied, but you can’t ignore that your hard shaft is still buried in her. You pull out and turn her around, taking her by the hips to pull her into another kiss, face to face. You’re aggressive with your tongue. Lara tries to say something, but Olivia slams down hard enough to make her whimper instead.

Still kissing Riley, you tenderly nudge her toward the bed. She lies down willingly, spreading her legs wide. As you climb on top of her, Lara’s temper snaps. She tries to sit up, but Olivia throws her weight forward, pinning her down and smothering Lara with her breasts.

“What’s wrong, white girl? Can’t you fuck me harder than that?” Olivia asks, laughing as she holds the struggling Lara’s face in her boobs.

You slide into Riley, who wraps her legs around your waist. You put your hand on her face to keep her eyes on you. Lara wrestles her way out from under Olivia but pauses as she sees what you and Riley are doing. Frozen, she kneels there, her erection sticking out angrily. You ignore her, gliding in and out of Riley as you look into her eyes.

Olivia grabs Lara’s hand, and Lara twitches, coming out of her reverie.

“Come on, baby,” Olivia tells her gently, turning around and lowering her torso while she lifts her hips to present her ass. She reaches back to spread herself.

A vein throbs in Lara’s bright, red temple. Then she plunges into Olivia’s ass and hammers her into the mattress, pulling her hair. Olivia’s slutty mocking is gone, replaced, by wild cries of ecstasy. You aren’t the winner here, she is. But you don’t care about winning, you only care about Riley, and the two of you are in your own world. You don’t hear Lara pounding Olivia’s brains out or the sharp slaps that she’s delivering to Olivia’s big, taut ass.

When it’s over, Olivia’s body has taken on a relaxed quality that’s immediately noticeable. It wasn’t obvious before that she was full of tension, but that fucking got rid of it.

Lara drips with sweat, gasping for breath as she reclines, trying not to wheeze. Her half-soft cock drools cum. You’re impressed that she’s even conscious after blowing two loads inside Olivia that way.

You’re drained from how intensely you finished inside Riley, although you kept it slow and easy to the end. Riley’s still in a daze, glowing as your load leaks out and stains the sheets.

Olivia catches your eye, and you know that she’s right. You and Olivia need to leave. You can’t throw Riley and Lara out, and you also can’t stay. You don’t want to leave Riley, and in this moment of post-orgasmic high, Riley probably doesn’t want you to leave.

But you have to.

Lara says nothing, but she watches as you and Olivia climb off the bed and get dressed.