Dungeons and Dalliances

7.62 – Basement Preparation III

Natalie eased forward, savoring the sensation of her cock sliding into Vanetta's mouth again. With her partner's head tilted off the edge of the bed, she had a perfect angle to work with. Her length disappeared inch by inch as she filled Vanetta's mouth with her already-lubricated member. Only when her tip bumped against the back of her throat did she slow, giving the other girl time to relax.

"Just take it easy," she murmured, holding onto her cock with one hand and cradling the side of Vanetta's head with the other. "Let me do all the work."

The other girl made a muffled noise around her cock, but by how she didn't struggle or push away, she assumed she had permission. Vanetta closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her nose, doing her best to calm her body.

Slowly, she worked in.

She pressed forward, feeling the tightness of Vanetta's throat offer resistance, clenching around her girthy member. She kept up the pressure, feeling her cockhead push against that restrictive hole until finally—Vanetta's throat accepted the tip of her cock. Natalie moaned in satisfaction, as much at the sensation of being squeezed by the soft flesh as by how Vanetta's back arched slightly in surprise, and how her hands grabbed at the sheets and clenched them.

Getting in was the hard part, and Vanetta had stopped herself from gagging, so she made sure her efforts didn't go to waste. Releasing her cock, she grabbed Vanetta's head with both hands and took a shuffling step forward, hunching over slightly as she basked in the heavenly sensation of plunging herself fully into another girl's throat. The tunnel bulged around her cock as its length filled it up completely, giving a rounded outline of her member as it passed further and further into her throat. Natalie didn't slow, not until she'd sheathed herself completely into Vanetta's esophagus. She held on tightly as she hit bottom, feeling the squish of the girl's nose on the underside of her cock, along with the satisfying press of Vanetta's lips to her base.

Natalie let out a satisfied moan, wiggling around a little, grinding herself in place and feeling the tightness of Vanetta's orifice conform to her length.

"Good girl. Look at that—all the way in."

Vanetta's throat spasmed around Natalie's cock, which only made it more difficult to not start thrusting. Forcing herself to stay steady, she pulled back, watching her slick cock reappear from within the girl's mouth and the bulge in her throat recede.

Her second thrust wasn't as gentle as the first; she could only have so much self-control. She didn't quite slam herself down to the base, but it wasn't a slow and measured thrust either. Understandably, Vanetta choked, her hands shooting up to grab at both of Natalie's thighs, her careful attempts to relax faltering under the more enthusiastic action. But she didn't try to pull away, nor did she even chide Natalie in any manner.

So Natalie kept going.

She started to set the pace, amazed by how well Vanetta took it—gagging, yes, but only every few thrusts, mostly keeping it under control. Saliva dribbled out from around her lips, coating Natalie's length and running down her face as she went deeper and faster, a little harder with each successive thrust. Vanetta did an impressive job of taking it in stride, partly because Natalie didn't give her much chance not to.

Heat washed through her as she lost herself in the bliss of using another girl's throat for her pleasure. Her mouth fell open as, eyes closed, she moaned and groaned with each thrust, caught up in the moment as she rutted into her partner's mouth.

Talented and a fast learner she might be, Vanetta could only take so much. Before long, she felt the other girl patting at her legs insistently, then smacking at them. Startled out of her reverie, she forced herself to back off, unsheathing the glistening length of her cock.

Her next action wasn't quite intentional, more instinctual. Seeing the other girl choking and sputtering beneath her, she grabbed the shaft of her cock and slapped it down onto her face. After the eager throat-fucking, there was a lot of saliva on her length, and it splattered onto the other girl's features with the repeated smacking. Still acting on instinct, she used her cock to rub it in, grinding her length around Vanetta's nose and mouth, running the tip up and down over her lips. Vanetta tried to speak, but all that came out was incoherent noises as her face was smeared in her own spit—since she was still coughing and recovering from getting a throat-full of dick.

"Don't—don't slap

Except, despite the protest, the demeaning action had clearly gotten to her: Vanetta squirmed, rubbing her thighs together as she panted, and the glare she tried to send her way was twice as hazy with lust as it should've been if she'd been truly mad.

"If you can talk, that means you're ready again," Natalie murmured, already bumping her cock against the girl's lips. Vanetta made another noise of outrage, but when Natalie kept pushing forward, she opened up her mouth and accepted it back inside. Her actions, like usual, told the truth of the matter.

Since Vanetta had been warmed up by now, Natalie stopped taking it easy—if that was what the previous pace could've been called, since she'd already gotten a bit carried away. She worked into an eager tempo quickly. Each movement buried her cock to the hilt in Vanetta's mouth, spearing in without mercy and making her throat bulge outward, before dragging back as far as she could without popping out. The other girl choked around her length, the first-timer unable to fully ready herself for the all-out assault on her throat, but amazingly, she didn't push away or stop Natalie in any way—or even indicate for her to go easier.

Natalie moaned, gripping onto Vanetta's head tightly as she fucked her throat. "You feel … so good," she groaned. "I'm almost—there. Take it. Take it, you cute little virgin."

That, maybe, was more dangerous than her normal brand of heat-of-the-moment dirty talk. Vanetta might've taken being called a "dirty slut" better than a "cute virgin"—especially that first word. But, with heat building in her stomach and the girl's throat bulging out with each thrust, Natalie was well past the point of thinking clearly. The pleasure grew and grew, untenable in moments.

And, faster than she expected, she was cresting that hill. Orgasm washed over her, and she tensed up, squeezing her eyes shut and hissing as she slammed herself home one last time. The full length of her cock disappeared into Vanetta's mouth as all ten inches buried within her partner's throat. Warmth exploded through her as she began to empty her load, spurting out shot after shot down Vanetta's tight channel, painting the insides of her stomach white. Natalie's hips wiggled around, trying to grind deeper as she pumped more and more of her seed into the other girl.

Vaguely, she remembered to activate the skill.

After several long moments of grunting and twitching, Natalie unclenched, her body relaxing as she slumped forward slightly, spent. She shivered as aftershocks of pleasure tingled up her spine, hands loosening on the sides of Vanetta's head.

Vanetta reminded Natalie that she did actually have to breathe by tapping against her legs insistently. Natalie pulled back, withdrawing her length from the girl's throat. Vanetta sat up, gasping and hacking, coughing up more saliva, which mixed with what had dribbled down her face while she'd been getting face-fucked.

When she recovered, the first thing she did was turn and glare at Natalie. The dangerous glint in her eye was more pronounced than normal, the effect only half-dampened by her saliva-ruined face.

"What did you call me?" she growled.@@novelbin@@