4.47 – Swapped XIV & XV

4.47 – Swapped XIV & XV

Despite having her brain turned to mush, Natalie wasn't finished. She hadn't had enough of Ana's cock. She could hide behind the excuse that they were on a time limit, and that the challenge called for them to be as frantic and indulgent in their lust as possible, but Natalie was past that. The truth was that she was barely paying attention to the challenge. She just wanted to be fucked. Over and over. Until she'd had her fill, which might be never.

She shakily pushed herself up, then climbed onto Ana and straddled the other girl's thighs. Ana's cock, slick with lewd juices, stuck up in the air, her earlier climax doing nothing to quell its stiffness.

Why did the sight make her so dizzy? A throbbing, eight-inch shaft, jutting out from between Ana's thighs, glistening with wetness. Natalie bit her lip. It wasn't the obscenity of seeing a cock covered in sex juices that made it such a striking sight. It was the cock itself. Something about its hard, angry features surrounded by plush curves drove her wild. Natalie was starting to understand Jordan's enthusiasm. Girl cock was just too enticing.

"It's a little egotistical," Ana murmured, gripping herself at the base and wiggling her thick member, "to look at yourself like that, Natalie."

"S-Shut up."

She scooted up Ana's thighs, then grabbed Ana's cock and pushed it against her stomach. It pulsed, hot and sticky, against her skin. She swallowed and shifted her hips side to side, rubbing the other girl's slick-coated shaft against herself.

It felt lewder, somehow, being on top. Taking control. Before, Ana had used her, taking pleasure from Natalie's body. But now, Natalie was using Ana. Using her own cock. The last excuse she could possibly have—the last line to cross—would be penetrating herself. Pulling her hips up, lining Ana's cock, then sliding down. There would be no excuses if Natalie did everything herself.

And yet, Natalie lifted her hips. She positioned herself above Ana's length. Ana's slick cock-tip pressed into her pussy. Cum covered both their thighs, providing a lewd lubricant. She wiggled back and forth, digging Ana a half-inch in, spreading herself.

She ... shouldn't.

Right?

There was a difference between letting Ana slap into her, letting the other girl use her, and doing it herself. Any last shreds of her dignity would be lost.

But she couldn't stop.

She wanted to feel Ana's cock spread her apart. She wanted it so badly. She almost didn't have a choice in the matter.

Natalie lowered her hips.

Ana's cock spread her open, slowly, and the instant, overwhelming pressure of it sliding in made her groan. Her head spun as she sank further and further, stretching her pussy wide as Ana's huge cock spread her apart.

It was almost too much. She hadn't recovered from her earlier climaxes, and her body was still sensitive. But she couldn't resist. She wanted this. Needed it.

She lowered herself until she was fully sitting in Ana's lap, the other girl's hard cock pulsing inside her. She placed a hand against her stomach and imagined she could feel Ana's shaft bulging her outward. She certainly felt big enough for it. It was unbelievable how full she felt.

Her hips started to move of their own accord, rocking up and down, sliding Ana's weapon around inside her. Ana moaned, and she grabbed two handfuls of Natalie's ass as Natalie started to move faster, bouncing into her lap with loud smacks. In a lust-filled haze, Natalie rode her teammate's cock, being filled, and stretched, and pleasured in ways she didn't know was possible. Her hypersensitivity from her earlier climaxes left her a shuddering mess, but she couldn't stop.

Natalie rode her. Rode Ana, rode herself. Both. Neither. It didn't matter. She fucked the girl beneath her, motions becoming frantic, caring only about the cock inside her. Soon, she fell forward, burying her face in the other girl's neck, brain quickly turning back to mush.

"That's it," Ana breathed, hugging Natalie as she humped atop her. "It feels good, doesn't it? Really good. So go ahead. Give in. It's what you're made for. Taking this cock. There's no shame in admitting it."

Natalie nodded into Ana's neck, hips still bouncing.

"It feels good for me, too. Your tight little pussy gripping my cock. My pussy," she emphasized, "gripping my cock. I can feel every inch of you. Of me. Of my tight, fuckable body. And you're doing so well with it. Look at my hips, working up and down. Fucking yourself. You couldn't stop if you wanted to, could you?"

Natalie could feel the truth of that statement. Ana's own climax, rapidly approaching, her words starting to come out in gasps.

Feeling Ana start to swell, that imminent arrival she'd been desperately waiting for, Natalie forced her hips up, until Ana's cock nearly slipped out—then slapped back down, hard, sheathing Ana. Her ass slapped against the other girl's hips, and her thick, cum-covered cock speared into her, sinking all the way in.

The feeling was, finally, too much. She cried out, her pussy clamping down. Her climax rushed through her, and her arms and legs locked up, fingers and toes curling in ecstasy. She clenched in place and buried her face into Ana's neck. She couldn't speak. Couldn't think. Only writhe and tremble, her pussy milking Ana's cock, urging the other girl to fill her.

Was it enough? For her reward? It had to be.

It was. With her cock being milked by Natalie's orgasm, Ana's climax followed: she whined, her back arching upward, their breasts pressing together as Ana hugged her close.

She was dimly aware of the warmth, deep inside her. Pulsing. Throbbing. Splashing. Ana's hot, sticky cum filling her, adding to the load before it. Pleasure coursed through Natalie, mind-erasing in its intensity.

Ana's hands slid up her back, pulling her in tighter, trapping her there, keeping her impaled as she pumped Natalie full. Spurt after spurt. More and more.

"Filling you up," Ana moaned, her breath hot. "Filling your dirty pussy. Every drop. Won't waste a single bit." The words seemed to be more for Ana's own sake, now, no longer taunting Natalie as she basked in her own pleasure. "Good, good girl. Good, slutty girl. That's it. Keep fucking yourself. Milking me. Don't stop. It's so good."

Natalie was glad, at least, that she wasn't the only one lost in the sensation. She clung to Ana just as Ana did her, their bodies shaking against each other, both of them struggling not to drift away in ecstasy.

Then, finally, they came down.

The two of them lay there for a time. Ana's arms stayed around her, holding her tight.

"So ... good," Ana murmured.

Natalie was spent, exhausted, her entire body sore, and her mind a puddle.

"But not done," Ana groaned. "Two more. We've got two more."

Ana rolled over, spinning both of them around so that Natalie, previously mounting the other girl, was now pinned into the bed. Her legs instinctively wrapped around Ana's waist, tugging the other girl in, keeping her still-twitching cock inside. She didn't want it to leave. Maybe ever.

"Two more," Ana muttered, lifting herself up—sliding her cock through Natalie's sensitive reaches—then slapping back down with a loud smack. Ana's hips started to move.

Already?

No rest. Ana wasn't done with her. And while Natalie was tired and sore, her body didn't care; it was ecstatic, even, to be going already. She wanted more. Her own hips joined Ana's in their eager motions, thrusting back into her, stirring Ana's cock around.

Natalie clung to Ana, her hips lifting, rocking, and grinding as Ana started to pump. Started fucking Natalie's pussy through two loads of her own cum.

There were still two more?

There were only two more?

Two more, without losing her mind. Could she, even?

She guessed she would find out.