Menage A Trans - Scene 1

Casey couldn’t keep swallowing the shit Bryan put her through. The boyfriend who spit slurs like they were compliments, grabbed her tits when he felt like it, and called it foreplay. Two weeks ago he walked out after jerking off in her panties and leaving them for her to find. Tonight, the apartment buzzed with weed smoke and low music while her roommates Raya and Ness tried to glue what was left of her together. Raya straddled her first, breasts pressed to Casey’s chest, mouth grazing her earlobe. “You keep thinking it’s supposed to hurt. Let us show you different.” Ness stripped her jeans off, then pushed Casey’s knees apart. Hands slid warm and sure over Casey’s soft skin, nails skimming the inner thigh until they reached the place every man had ignored. Fingers dipped in and spread her open like they already owned her. Raya kissed the groan right off Casey’s tongue while Ness licked a slow stripe over her hole. No rush, just the slow wet build of a tongue learning exactly what it wants. Casey’s thighs started shaking when Ness drove two fingers in deep and curved them to stroke the spongy spot inside her, thumb brushing her clit every few thrusts. She came messy and loud, fistfuls of Raya’s hair grounding her. Raya sucked the taste of sweat off Casey’s collarbone while Ness licked her fingers clean. The word lesbian kept surfacing in her head. It fit better than anything she had worn before.