Dungeons and Dalliances

7.61 – Basement Preparation II

Natalie sighed in satisfaction as she felt Vanetta's fingers wrap around her. Leaning back, she luxuriated in the sensation of her companion's grip stroking up and down. It didn't matter how many times they did this; she would never get tired of it.

After over a week, Vanetta was starting to gain confidence—and skill—in these lewd actions, which made the experience doubly enjoyable. Sitting with her legs spread over Natalie’s own, Vanetta twisted her grip as she stroked with both hands.

"You're getting better at this," Natalie murmured.

"Not like I've had much choice in the matter," Vanetta replied sarcastically. "Been getting too much practice. But thanks, I guess."

The other girl rolled her eyes, hands working around Natalie's girth. Her attention was also locked onto Natalie's length, squeezing and twisting in ways that made soft, pleasurable moans escape her mouth without intention. Whenever she twisted her wrists just slightly, her cock throbbed, bouncing in her grip. As expected of one of Tenet's top students, Vanetta was a fast learner—especially when it came to tasks of dexterity; she knew how to work with her hands.

But a handjob wasn't why they were here. Natalie could see the other girl fidgeting, working up the nerve to go farther. She stayed silent and enjoyed herself in the meantime—the firm stroking that was buying the other girl time to build up courage.

"That thing's definitely not going to fit," Vanetta muttered. "Seriously, it's way too big."@@novelbin@@

Natalie hummed, tilting her head in amusement. Vanetta scoffed at the obvious response.

"Don't look that satisfied. It's arrogant."

"Guilty."

Vanetta continued stroking, a finger slipping up to play with the tip of Natalie's cock, swirling around the slit as she spread pre around the top.

"But if they can do it, so can I."

She nodded, determined.

And finally, she repositioned herself so that she was lying on her elbows, bringing her face a few inches away from Natalie's cock. Natalie froze at the enticing sight: the sizable tool standing at attention mere centimeters from Vanetta's lips. It jumped once in anticipation, bobbing just enough to tap against her mouth, making the girl go cross-eyed and flinch back. After hesitating a second, she rallied and drew close again, taking a deep breath and shivering at the scent that filled her nostrils.

Lifting up, she tentatively positioned her mouth at the tip of Natalie's cock. Their eyes met briefly. Natalie grinned.

"Don't be shy. It's all yours."

Vanetta's face reddened, but rather than making a flustered retort, she lowered herself—and finally made contact with the object of her interest.

Natalie breathed in as Vanetta's lips pressed onto the tip of her dick, then around. She swirled her tongue, curling Natalie's toes, and kept lowering herself until those soft lips engulfed the crown. The warmth and wetness extracted a lewd noise from Natalie, and she clenched her hands in an attempt to keep her hips from thrusting—the urge was intense. But as much as she wanted to go for it, this was the first time Vanetta had done this. Best to let her set her own pace. However much Natalie's heart throbbed in anticipation, wanting to grab the girl's head and rut into her.

Calming herself, she enjoyed the sight of Vanetta getting her first taste of cock. Eyes closed, her brow furrowed in concentration, the other girl used her tongue to trace around the sensitive part of Natalie's cockhead before spreading out to circle around the tip as a whole. Vanetta held Natalie's length in one hand, softly stroking as she licked, and by her expression, she seemed to be enjoying herself.

It didn't take long before she wanted to explore further, to test her limits. It was Vanetta, after all, competitive even by Tenet standards. More and more of Natalie's shaft disappeared into the girl's mouth as she ventured down. She slid the tool into her mouth, bulging her left cheek out, then her right, and finally brushing against the back of her throat—trying to find how much she could handle, getting familiar with having a cock in her mouth.

"Ah," Natalie murmured as Vanetta went particularly deep, trying to slide her cock into that restrictive tunnel but gagging as she failed. "Good effort," she breathed. "Keep trying. You'll get it."

Vanetta made a humming noise that vibrated around Natalie's dick and sent pleasant shivers up her spine. Recovering, Vanetta tried to wiggle down another inch, forcing it into her throat again, but she choked and pulled back.

The process repeated itself, finding varying levels of success. Vanetta, like most Tenet students, was the kind of woman to work toward a goal with unerring perseverance. And when that goal was getting Natalie's cock into her throat, despite her inexperience … yeah, Natalie was enjoying herself.

"Gah," Vanetta said, pulling off Natalie's cock with watering eyes. "It's harder than it looks," she admitted, wiping her mouth of saliva, seeming annoyed.

"Than it looks?" Natalie asked with a raised eyebrow.

Vanetta paused, then blushed. "Well, it's not like I haven't had a chance to see it happening," she muttered. "We've been here a week. But how do they get down so far?" She appraised Natalie's cock like she was sizing up an enemy combatant. "It's because yours is so big," she growled. "Like, unreasonably." At seeing Natalie’s growing-smug expression, she narrowed her eyes. "That's not a compliment. It's obscene."

"If you say so," Natalie said. "Want some help?"

"Help?"

"If you wanna get it all the way inside," she said innocently, "it might be easier if I'm the one taking control. If you lay back, relax, and focus on not gagging, it'll be easier."

She looked at her warily. "What do you mean by take control?"

"I'll show you," Natalie said, shuffling away from her—temporarily dismayed that she wouldn't have her partner's mouth around her glistening cock for a few moments, but her goal being worth it. "Lie down. On your back. Head off the edge of the bed."

Vanetta seemed to understand what she had planned by that short description alone, and, to Natalie's delight, hesitated only briefly before she obeyed.

"Hmph. I just … wanna see if I can do it," Vanetta muttered. "Don't get too carried away."

"No promises."

Vanetta huffed but didn't insist on the point—another delightful concession. A moment later, Natalie had her cock lined up at Vanetta's lips, the other girl's head dangling off the edge of the bed. Her heart jumped in anticipation.

Really. How wasn't she supposed to get carried away when a girl had just offered her throat up to be abused?

In any case, she would be proving that Vanetta could handle the entire length. One way or another, she was getting it all the way in.