Chapter 153

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 moaned, her eyes shut tight as she bounced in Ana’s lap, her hips rising and falling, Ana’s slick, sticky cock thrusting in and out. It was too much. The words, the sensations, the heat of Ana’s skin and the bucking hips of the girl beneath her.

“Do you wanna know why you can’t stop?” Ana whispered, lips brushing Natalie’s ear. “Do you wanna know why your hips are moving on their own?”

Natalie mutely shook her head. She didn’t want to hear, even if she knew the answer.

“Because you’re a horny, slutty cock-whore,” Ana answered anyway. “A dirty, depraved girl. You can’t stop fucking me because you love this. Love having your own cock inside you. Love riding me. Love the way your cock stretches your pussy out, the way my cum is dripping out, even now, as you fuck me. This is what you were made for. Getting your slutty holes filled.”

Natalie trembled atop Ana, incapable of responding, both of them thrusting into each other.

“You’re not gonna deny it?” Ana murmured into her ear. “You gave up faster than I thought.” She laughed. “Not that denying it would help. Your body doesn’t lie like your mouth does. I can feel the truth. The way you’re clenching down on me. Trying to milk your next load out. Even if you won’t admit it, your body will. You’re a whore begging to be bred, and that’s all you are, Natalie.”