3.29 - (R-18) Stress Relief

"Wait, what?" Natalie said. "Really? Is that a joke?"

"Did it sound like a joke?" Jordan asked, having returned to her kneeling position between Natalie's legs. 

Amused green eyes looked up at her. A hand snaked into her strained panties, gripping a long, thick shaft of girl dick. She squeezed, and Natalie's cock twitched in response, basking in the sensation of her best friend's hand. 

"I've been wondering what it tastes like. And jerking you off is a lot of fun, but I think I can make you squirm even more with my mouth." Jordan tutted. "You brought this onto yourself with all that brooding."

Inside Natalie's panties, Jordan stroked up and down. Natalie shivered, leaning back and stifling a moan. The sound barrier illusion she'd thrown up muffled noises, but didn't negate them. She should still try to be quiet. However much Jordan was trying her hardest to milk louder noises out.

But more importantly—"Are you sure?"

Jordan replied by kissing the tip of Natalie's panties, where her precum had stained the fabric. She leaned into it, wrapping her lips around, and Natalie marveled at the sight as much as the sensation. Fuck, Jordan looked good on her knees, and even better with her lips against her cock—even if it was only through her panties.

"Does that answer?" Jordan asked.

"If you're sure," Natalie repeated. Like always, Jordan mattered most.

Jordan smirked, then tugged Natalie's panties to the side, freeing her eight-inch monster. 

"I keep forgetting how much bigger it is," Jordan said admiringly. "Why do you have the most amazing cock in the world, Nat? It's not fair."

"Stop saying things like that."

"Stop blushing, and I will."

Jordan shuffled forward, getting her face closer to Natalie's cock. Hot air tickled against her shaft and tip, and Jordan's lips parted as she gazed admiringly at the tool she'd be servicing. Natalie herself seemed to go forgotten. She couldn't say she was upset at that.

"After so many hours in the dungeon," Jordan said, "it smells all sweaty and gross." She leaned closer and breathed deeply, shivering as she did. Her mouth fell open, and she started panting. Her eyes finally flicked up. "I can't wait to taste you, Nat." She leaned forward, the hot air only tickling her tip, now, as her lips closed in—then hovered a half-inch away. "Ready?"

Natalie nodded, lost for words.

Jordan pressed her lips onto Natalie's cock. Softness caressed her sensitive tip, and Jordan wiggled her head side to side, coating her lips with Natalie's precum. Then she took Natalie in her mouth.

Natalie reached out and dug her fingers into Jordan's silky black hair. A day spent vigorously training had left it messy-looking, but she was as gorgeous as always.

Something else started to take her over, as it always did when things got going.

"You belong there," Natalie murmured. "On your knees, with my cock in your mouth. Does it taste as good as you hoped?" 

With a gentle urge, she had Jordan take another inch. A slippery tongue teased the underside of her shaft, and husky green eyes gazed up, meeting Natalie's own. Like usual—or even more than usual, considering what Jordan was doing—this event frayed her better senses. The sight of Jordan's lips wrapping her cock was overwhelming, making her entire body heat up, her heart pound in her ears.

"You're a hungry little cockslut, aren't you?" Natalie said, transfixed both at the sensation of heat and wetness wrapping her, and the look in Jordan's eyes. The way the demeaning words turned them even darker. "I can tell. Maybe I should stop asking if you're okay with all this. Clearly you are. Clearly you're addicted to my cock."

Her hands on the back of Jordan's head provided steady pressure, urging her deeper and deeper onto Natalie's member. A few inches in, her tip bumped against the velvety, slippery flesh at the back of Jordan's throat. Natalie let out a little groan at the sensation, then, less gently than before, urged Jordan down.

A lot less gently.

Her cock slid down Jordan's throat, squeezed on all sides by a tight, wet tunnel. Jordan gagged in surprise, and Natalie didn't let up; she pushed harder, sliding more and more of her length down, bulging Jordan's throat with her impressive girth. She savored in the spasming massage her gags produced.

"Get down there. All the way. You wanted to taste it, so taste it."

She pressed until Jordan's nose was buried into the shaved bristles of her pubic hair. She choked there, throat squirming against Natalie's shaft, her hands gripping Natalie's thighs in surprise, though she didn't push away. Natalie kept her pinned until she had steadied. 

Natalie admired the nose buried into her pubic region, the husky green eyes looking up at her. She stroked Jordan's hair. "Good girl," she murmured. "That's a good cockslut. You like it?"

Jordan nodded.

"Running out of air?"

Another nod.

"Too bad. You stay there until I'm done with you."

Jordan hesitated, then nodded a third time.

For a while longer, Natalie enjoyed the sight. Jordan, on her knees, sitting there between her legs. Her warm, tight throat sheathing her cock. Obediently running out of air, coughing as the intrusion irritated her gag reflex.

"Good girl," Natalie murmured. "Little bit longer."

When Jordan's eyes started to flutter, Natalie relented.

"Go ahead."

Jordan pulled off, thick strings of saliva trailing from her lips to Natalie's cock, then began coughing violently into her hands. She tried to stifle the noise best she could, but was only somewhat successful.

Even in Natalie's addled state, she sent a concerned look toward their sleeping friends. The illusion helped muffle it, but Jordan was being pretty loud. Nobody stirred.

Finally, when Jordan settled, she said, "Found your confidence, I see."

"If you can talk," Natalie said, "you can be sucking my cock. Get back down."

Jordan smiled. Before she obliged, she said, "I like that. Be meaner. It's hot."

"Mean?" Natalie said as Jordan's mouth returned to where it belonged. "I'm not being mean. I'm saying what's true. You're a gross little whore who's addicted to my cock. I understand where all the teasing comes from, now. You mean it." She stroked Jordan's hair as Jordan sucked at her tip. "You just want your next chance to get your hands or mouth on my cock. You're a disgusting pervert and nothing more. A needy, desperate slut."

Natalie's words were rough, growing rougher by the moment, and she gripped Jordan's hair tightly. She guided her movements, thrusting deeper into her mouth until she hit the back of her throat.

Jordan moaned, the sound muffled by Natalie's cock. Her hands reached up and held Natalie's thighs, gripping them as she continued to bob and suck.

"That's it. That's a good, filthy slut. Clean my cock. Swallow it."

Natalie stood, holding Jordan's head in position, then took control. She pressed her hips forward, sinking her cock into Jordan's wet hole. Jordan gagged, but Natalie only gripped her head tighter and picked up speed. Her throat squelched as Natalie violated it. The sensation was incredible. Saliva dribbled down her chin with the sloppy throat fucking. The sounds were almost better than the sensation—and the sight was the best of all. Her cock, cramming her best friend's throat until it bulged.

For a while, she jerked in and out, filling the air with lewd noises. With unfortunate speed, that familiar heat in her core grew. How couldn't it, when she was fucking Jordan's throat?

"I'm going to cum in you," Natalie grunted, slapping her hips into Jordan's face. "You're going to swallow it. Every last drop. Because you're my obedient, hungry little cum slut. Understand?"

Even as Natalie thrust into her, Jordan nodded rapidly in agreement. Gorgeous green eyes looked up, dark from lust. 

"You're even prettier when you're sucking dick," Natalie said. "I don't know how, but you are. Ready?"

Again, Jordan nodded.

"That's a good girl."

The heat that had slowly been building, coaxed out from the pressure of Jordan's squeezing fuck hole, finally reached its crescendo. Natalie's cock swelled, filling up the tight space even further, and she pressed violently on Jordan's head, burying her nose down, getting her cock as deep as possible.

Then she came.

Ecstasy ripped through her, making her curl forward and her entire body shake. She spilled thick, hot strings of spunk straight into Jordan's stomach. Jordan squirmed, choking on the intrusion and the sudden burst of warm liquid, but she held tightly onto Natalie's ass, pressing her lips into Natalie, as eager for this as Natalie herself.

"That's it," Natalie moaned. "Swallow. Swallow everything. Such a good cocksucking whore. Take it all."

Her cock throbbed and spasmed, spilling more and more of her cream into Jordan. Jordan caressed it out, sucking, squeezing, and stroking in whatever way she could. Her eyes didn't leave Natalie's for a moment, even when they started to flutter, running out of oxygen.

Reluctantly, Natalie pulled out. Her thick, wet, thoroughly pleasured cock slipped from the tight hole it had violated, already growing soft from how intensely it had emptied itself.

She collapsed backward onto the log, feeling dizzy.