7.15 – ❤ Venting Steam VI

7.15 – ❤ Venting Steam VI

"Which of us are you gonna fuck first?"

The question spawned more of a dilemma than Jordan's joking tone probably intended. As silly as it was, Natalie could see who she chose to slide into first implying a preference. And she didn't want to give that impression. To either of the girls in front of her.

Of course, if she was completely honest with herself, Jordan was her best friend for life, the girl she was madly in love with, and while Natalie had attached to Malice with shocking speed, there was no one in the world Natalie cared for more than Jordan. So there was a preference.

That said, currently naked with two girls in her bed, it would be exceedingly bad manners to make any such thing clear, even if Malice herself knew it. And while it was probably ridiculous to worry about, would Malice care if Natalie claimed her best friend first? And likewise, would Jordan be bothered if she slid into the girl they were sharing, rather than her?

Jordan cocked her head, the two-second delay catching her attention, knowing that Natalie, in her current state should've been thrusting into any available hole given the earliest opportunity. Where Malice just looked flustered and eager for Natalie to start slapping into her—a one-track girl, which she definitely didn't disapprove of—her best friend's lips quirked up as she met Natalie's eyes, suggesting she had deduced the crisis she was in.

"We're waiting," Jordan teased. "Pick your pussy, won't you?"

Funny enough, the semi-taunting tone set her at ease. Jordan recognized the dilemma and was playing into it, purposefully making her squirm. That meant she wouldn't be offended if, in response, she went with Malice first in joking retaliation. Natalie rolled her eyes and deliberately shuffled forward to place her cock tip at Malice's pussy—and slid slowly in.

Jordan put on an expression of mock offense. "Better not make me wait too long." Her eyes sparkled with amusement, which shifted to husky arousal as the wolfgirl atop her groaned in pleasure as Natalie slid deeper inside her.

With a satisfied exhalation, Natalie bottomed out in Malice, grabbing the wolfgirl's hips and closing the last few inches with a hard jerk forward, kissing cocktip to cervix. That earned a long moan from the wolfgirl, her back arching, melting under the feeling of being filled by a nice, fat cock again. In a few moments, Natalie built into a steady rhythm, sliding in and out in long, smooth thrusts.

"Actually," Jordan said. "We should make this a game. Ten thrusts into each of us, then you have to swap. That way, neither of us have to wait too long." She smirked. "And I wanna see who ends up making you cum," she teased.

It seemed like Jordan was especially in an instigating mood, because while Natalie had smoothed past the dilemma of picking who she'd penetrate first, now Jordan was forcing another problem onto her: who she finished inside. Natalie eyed her in annoyance.

A compromise, Natalie decided, as most such situations ended up. Right as the heat became too much, Natalie was forced to pick. An unconscious part of her suggested to pull out and slide between them, to use sweat and pussy juice as lubrication as she came between their stomachs, but as amazing as that sounded, it wasn't as rewarding as pouring her load into one of their pussies.

Or both of their pussies, as the genius plan came to fruition.

She strained her hips forward, body wracking with pleasure as heat suffused her—and her twitching cock finally released its second load. One, two, three powerful throbs released hot seed into Jordan, the girl shuddering and gasping in response, obviously pleased Natalie had chosen her. But before Natalie had emptied herself, she swapped over to Malice, slipping out of Jordan with a protesting 'oh' from the girl. She slid into Malice, half of the next powerful pump jerking out between their stomachs before she made it into her next sheath. Shuddering, Natalie hilted into Malice and fired off a fourth spurt, then another, directly into the wolfgirl's womb. She stayed there until she'd finished, cock twitching and pumping, before finally collapsing forward, panting.

"You went half and half," Jordan accused. "That's cheating."

"Couldn't decide," Natalie grunted.

Jordan rolled her eyes. "Why not?"

Both of them were caught by surprise when Malice said:

"I wouldn't have been offended if you'd emptied yourself in your mate, Pack-Leader."

Jordan seemed briefly embarrassed, as if she hadn't considered that Malice might have seen through the 'dilemma' Jordan had deliberately set up. She smoothed past it with her usual aplomb. Tutting, she told Natalie, "You've got more than two in you, right?" She rolled off Malice. "You better," she said, eyebrows raised—with cum leaking from her, spilling out into the bed sheets. "I'm expecting at least three or four."

Emptying three or four more loads into these two beautiful women? Yeah, Natalie thought she would be more than capable of fulfilling that request.

Four or five might not be enough, honestly. She intended to make good use of having her best friend and her puppy sharing the same bed with her. After Robin's treatment earlier, she did have plenty of energy still stored up.