2.18 – Sammy II

2.18 – Sammy II

Natalie stared at Sammy’s bared pussy. Her gaze must have been a little too admiring, because Sammy blushed. She hadn’t been particularly bashful at any point, but ogling it so blatantly had her squeezing her knees shut and looking away.

“Don’t stare at it like that. What’s wrong with you?”

Natalie pushed her knees back open, which Sammy allowed. The protest had been superficial. She placed a kiss on either of Sammy’s pelvis creases, then pulled back and gave it one last admiring look. “How can’t I stare?” she asked, looking up to meet Sammy’s eyes. “Look how perfect it is.”

“Then how about more eating, less talking?”

Happily. Natalie leaned back down, rubbed her nose into the stubby, shaved hair of Sammy’s pussy, then licked, getting her first taste.

Sammy shivered at the sensation, a low groan escaping her throat. She urged Natalie forward, pressing her head in, but Natalie wanted to tease before she gave Sammy what she wanted. She licked around, playing with Sammy’s labia, tasting the excitement that had covered her.

“Come on, Nat,” Sammy whined. “I’m more than enough worked up. Please.”Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

Well, fine. Natalie guessed she’d move things along.

She sank her tongue into Sammy’s heat.

Immediately, her partner moaned, pressing Natalie’s head in. Natalie shuffled into a more comfortable position, grabbing Sammy’s legs for leverage. She delved eagerly, curling and exploring her tongue inside Sammy's slick, wet pussy.

She took good care of her partner. Paying close attention to which movements had Sammy’s breath hitching, Natalie carefully and methodically took her partner apart with her tongue. Like Sammy herself had said, she was already well and worked up, apparently having been anticipating this all night. Natalie knew she was good with her tongue, but she wouldn’t normally have a girl coming this fast.

When Sammy’s squirming, moaning climax had washed over her, she even seemed vaguely embarrassed at how easily Natalie had thrown her over the edge. Natalie made sure to just kiss her way up her stomach, breasts, then neck, not acknowledging her quick finish. She thought being embarrassed over that sort of thing was stupid, but knew some girls cared about it, and she could assure Sammy by continuing to admire her body.

Sammy seemed appreciative of that, eagerly returning the kiss when Natalie’s mouth met her own. Her heart jumped in excitement at that. Having her partners taste themselves ... Natalie had always been a fan of that.

Down. Even further. With a determined effort, Sammy wiggled her head, swallowing Natalie’s cock in her throat.

Natalie groaned. Unable to help herself, she pushed, getting the girl deeper onto her cock. Incredibly, and though with a gag or two, she buried Sammy to the root, pressing her nose into her pubic region. Sammy stared up, blue eyes satisfied, if surprised—and pleased—at Natalie’s sudden forcefulness.

“Fuck.” Natalie really wanted to start thrusting, but that would be inconsiderate, even more so than the rough shove down. But having a throat wrapped around her cock almost erased her better senses. “I thought you said you haven’t done this.”

Sammy pulled up, sliding Natalie’s cock from her throat. She coughed her airways clear, then grinned and said, “It’s a natural talent, I guess. I’m a tank, aren’t I? A durable girl. Let’s see how much I can take.”

Natalie took the offer happily. Sammy sank back down, and Natalie worked her cock in and out her throat, testing her so-called ‘durability’. Squelching noises filled the air, and Sammy gripped Natalie’s thighs to steady herself, somehow managing not to gag. Her claim held up. A natural talent. No joke.

Slow thrusts picked up speed as Natalie lost herself to lust. She fucked Sammy’s tight, willing tunnel, bouncing the bed as her hips worked up and down. Sammy choked here and there, and Natalie would have to slow and let her steady, but she was always willing to plunge right back down and return to be being Natalie’s hole.

“Close,” Natalie groaned. “Can I finish inside?”

By Sammy’s continued head-bobbing, Natalie took that as a yes. The permission thrilled through her. She could empty herself straight down Sammy’s throat?

That image in her mind, she barely lasted a few more thrusts before the coursing pleasure hit a peak. She pressed Sammy’s head down with one last thrust, her cock seizing in pleasure, radiating ecstasy through her body, her mind going white.

She came down the eager blonde’s throat. Thick strings ejected from cock, pouring down Sammy and straight into her stomach. Sammy gagged at the foreign sensation, the spasming muscles helping coax out even more pleasure for Natalie, but she kept her nose buried firmly into her crotch. Natalie twitched, coming apart as thoroughly as she ever had in her life. Sammy gripped her waist to stay in place through Natalie’s squirming. She made sure to swallow every drop.

A long minute later, Natalie collapsed into the bed. She’d extracted Sammy’s own orgasm with eager enthusiasm, but somehow, she couldn’t help but feel she’d been done up. Sammy had fucked her as thoroughly as Natalie had her.

Sammy separated from Natalie’s cock, coughed to clear her throat, then shuffled up to snuggle into Natalie. She kissed Natalie, and Natalie supposed that was fair play, seeing how she’d done the same. She tasted—for the first time—hints of her own spunk, her own cock having thoroughly used her partner’s mouth.

“That was fun,” Sammy sighed, pulling away. For a long minute, they basked in each other’s bodies pressed tightly together, panting and red-faced. “But, round two? Seeing you squirm like that has me so ready.”

“Round two,” Natalie agreed, rolling up. And probably three, four, and five.