Dungeons and Dalliances

Jordan’s hand ventured down Natalie’s skirt, seizing six inches of rigid girlcock. Natalie gasped at the suddenness of the movement, and the fact Jordan’s hand was on her cock. This was happening, then. Her best friend was going to jerk her off.

“After making fun of me,” Jordan murmured, the two of them still close. “You better do a better job than me of holding off.”

“S-Sure.” Because the purpose of this was a training session. Natalie needed to learn how not to give in to the pulsing waves of pleasure that came with a girl stroking her. “I can do that. No big deal.”

Jordan quirked an eyebrow at Natalie’s fake bravado, and Natalie grinned back at her. A firm squeeze had some of that confidence draining, and a groan escaping her lips, but she kept her defenses up.

Even if it was Jordan’s hand on her cock.

She supposed it was good from a training perspective. Because she doubted there was anyone in the world who could set her on fire like Jordan could.

Because … they were friends. This wasn’t something friends normally did. It was the contrast that set her on fire. That made sense, right?

Jordan pushed Natalie forward, gently, so that Natalie wasn’t pinning her against the wall any longer. Her hand escaped the confines of her skirt, then grabbed the bottom and flipped it up, revealing Natalie’s bulging panties—and her cock sticking out from the top.

“Hold.”

Natalie did as instructed, holding her bunched up skirt near her stomach. Jordan pulled her panties down, next, letting Natalie’s painfully erect cock spring out.

Jordan got down on her knees. The action had Natalie’s heart slamming.

“Don’t get too excited,” Jordan teased. “Just getting comfortable.”

“O-Obviously.”

She hadn’t thought Jordan was going to take her in her mouth. It’d just … seemed that way for a second.

Just her hands. That was what their training session would consist of. The earlier offer of Jordan using her mouth had been to distract Natalie.

Grabbing Natalie’s cock, Jordan started pumping. Natalie shivered, then shuffled over so she could lean against the wall. Easier that way. Supporting herself wasn’t simple, being attacked by the radiating waves of heat that came with each jerk of Jordan’s grip.

“We really need to get a room,” Jordan commented. “Not that we can, but …” She shook her head. “How loud was I?”

How loud had she been? When Natalie had been eating her out? “Pretty loud.”

“Don’t sound so smug about it.”

“I can’t take pride in my skills?”

“No.” A second later, she smirked. “It’s unladylike.”

Natalie raised her eyebrows. “Uh huh. What about my cock? Is that unladylike, too?”

“No. She’s perfectly demure. A polite young lady.”

Natalie laughed. It was interrupted with a lewd noise escaping her, Jordan’s tight grip eliciting a particularly intense spike of pleasure.

“Fuck, that feels good, Jay.”

“I’m doing fine, then?”

“More than fine.”

She smiled up at Natalie, pleased by the response. Oddly, the question had been vulnerable. “Just make sure you’re not having too much fun. You’re supposed to be practicing.”

“Doing my best.”

Jordan picked up speed. Natalie groaned, leaning her head against the wall.

“Where’d you learn to jerk a girl off like this?” Natalie gasped, a heat building in her stomach that she desperately fought away. “No way you’re this good the first time.”

“Implying something?” Jordan asked, amused.

“Just that it’s unfair.” Obviously, Natalie didn’t actually think Jordan had any experience in handling cocks. But why was her grip so perfect? The motions so overwhelming?

“You’re just new to this. Weak. That’s why we’re practicing.”

“I guess.”

It wasn’t that. The pleasure hadn’t been nearly as hard to resist when it’d been Sammy. Jordan, specifically, was the reason Natalie was finding her climax building so fast.

“F-Fuck.”

“Getting close?”

“I can’t help it.” Natalie’s hips went back and forth in little jerks, helping Jordan caress her. “Can I finish on you?”

Jordan’s eyebrows went up. Natalie hadn’t expected the question, either. Like always, her mouth barreled forward.

“Only if you want to,” Natalie corrected with a struggle.

“Do I want to have your cum all over my face?”

Natalie’s cheeks burned. “I just meant—“

“I kind of do,” Jordan said. “But only if you promise to give me an extra big load?”

Natalie’s brain blanked out.

“Every drop?” Jordan continued. Her pace quickened, bringing faster and faster wracks of pleasure. “You better paint every inch.” She drew her face close to Natalie’s cock, pointing it at her. “Come on, Nat. Cum for me. I want it. All over my face.”

“Not fair,” Natalie groaned. It was Jordan’s job to make her cum as fast as possible, as part of training, but those words were just wicked.

She didn’t stand a chance. She clutched her bunched-up skirt to her stomach, then, unable to help it anymore, let go.

The first sticky string draped itself across Jordan’s face, and Natalie moaned at the sight as much as her orgasm. Fuck. She was cumming on her best friend. And Jordan was letting it happen. Happily. Aiming Natalie even as she jerked her off. String after string of girl cum covered Jordan, worked out with rapid, diligent effort.

Her veins were filled with magma, her entire body on fire. Each clench had Natalie’s hips jerking forward. She was shaking. Each ejection seemed more intense than the last. And the sight of Jordan’s face getting more and more covered with her cum spurred her on.

She fulfilled Jordan’s request. Every drop. Jordan milked out every drop Natalie could give, until the girl was literally coated. Jordan’s pumping didn’t still for a second. She used Natalie’s cum as lubricant, her grip turning slick, letting her pump faster.

Finally, Natalie expended, Jordan withdrew her hand. Then started laughing.

“The towel, please. I can’t see.”

Natalie admired the sight, her head spinning. Jordan’s face covered with a thick layer of cum, so much she couldn’t open her eyes. Natalie could get used to that.

And she would. This would be a recurring event of theirs.

How had she ever gotten so lucky?