Stress Relief

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’So you could let me sit on your face as an alternative.’

The line echoed through John’s mind as something stirred that wasn’t quite strong or negative enough to be called annoyance. It wasn’t that he minded Marisa’s teasing per se, especially not since it tended to come with some very nice views, but consistently ending up as the punchline was starting to get a little old. But if she wanted to play lewd suggestion chicken… “Sure, but if you’re the only one who’s gotten off by the time we’re done, I’m picking the next ‘activity’.”

“Looks like someone put stat points into confidence while I was away. Nice~” From smug mischief, Marisa’s expression took a quick detour through surprise and into a smirk of a more carnal nature. Then she grabbed her sleeve and in one smooth motion pulled off her cropped t-shirt and threw it in his face. “I’ll play that game, but today’s boundary is oral or non-penetration only.”

That was not how he had expected this to go, but apparently he had been wrong about the suggestion being mostly trolling. Not that he was going to complain in the slightest, this was as much a dirty dream come true as the ‘art lesson’ with June had been. As he got the shirt out of his face, he mentally flipped the switch to put Pheromone Aura to maximum arousing settings.

In the moment it had taken him to get the shirt out of his face again, Marisa had gotten up and turned towards the hallway door. This denied him more than the brief glimpse of her bared breasts he caught while she was tossing the shirt, but with how tightly her otherwise loose fitted pants clung to her butt, that was barely a downside.

He let himself be mesmerized by the swaying motion of her heart shaped rear on the short walk through the familiar building layout. Once they reached the bedroom, she walked to the window and turned around, which really wouldn’t have done anything to stir him from his hypnotized stupor if she hadn’t spoken too, “So, is your guest gonna get jelly if we don’t close these, or just enjoy the show?”

“Uh… Definitely not the jealous type, probably not gonna enjoy the show if she does come to the window-” ’seeing as her heat ended yesterday, and I don’t know if she’s bi anyway.’ “-which she won’t because she’s busy in a barrier in the basement. So in short, the blinds are irrelevant.”

She folded her arms beneath her moderately sized breasts, pushing them together and upwards for a mouth-watering display of pale curves. “Guess I’ll just imagine a second you over there watching then~”

“A bit of an audience really gets you going, huh?” He stepped in close and grabbed her breast, softly kneading the supple handful and drawing out a pleased sigh.

“You have no idea, Johnny.” She reached for his other hand and directed it around her back and into her waistband. He found no trace of panties, as he cupped her buttock and gave it a squeeze.

He went down on one knee and brought his mouth to her unclaimed tit, nibbling at it and licking her nipple while continuing to squeeze and massage her other breast and her buttock.

Marisa ran her fingers through his hair and held his head against the boob he was assaulting, while her other hand roamed his upper back and shoulder. After a little while of that, she softly nudged his head away from her nipple. “I really need your mouth somewhere else, Johnny.”

“Gladly.” He gave her top and bottom curves one last squeeze for now, then let go and laid down in the middle of the bed. Marisa slipped out of her pants, moving carefully as she slid it past the bandage on her right leg but otherwise with unmistakable urgency.

He still had a moment to admire her nubile form in its fully unveiled glory. Pale, flawless skin wrapped the lean muscle and shapely curves of her athletic hourglass. The perky, orange-sized breasts were crowned by pink nipples standing proudly erect.

Though unabashed lust dominated her lightly flushed face as she bit lightly into her lower lip, a slight glimmer of mischief still shone in her ice blue eyes. She brushed a golden blonde lock of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, running her hand through her shoulder length bob before bringing it to rest on one widely flared hip.

Despite limping, she still swayed her hips a bit as she approached the bed. In addition to calling attention to her curvy figure, this created a delectable dance upon her midriff. From a smooth resting position with abs only very slightly outlined, they sprung into full toned glory with every movement.

She entered the bed and straddled his face, giving him a fraction of a second to savor the sight of her pretty, pink womanhood and the sticky moisture it had stained her inner thighs with before she blocked out the light and he had to rely on other senses.

He dove into the task with enthusiasm, starting with lapping at her outer folds as his hands found their way to her buttocks. Her wetness was tangy with a surprising hint of mint, the taste a constant presence on his tongue as he explored the intimacy of his gorgeous neighbour. Aside from a general tendency of going from the outside and inwards, he moved haphazardly as whim and intuition took him, in search of weak spots to commit to memory.

“Oh! Yes, Johnny! Right there!” The verbal encouragement was accompanied by Marisa pressing her pussy more insistently against his face. Not one to casually deny a lady’s wishes, he spent some time focusing on that particular spot at the edge of her entrance before plunging inside.

The plunge was rewarded with yet more minty tang and a slight tremor going through the ice mage’s thighs. Not an orgasm, by John’s estimation, but certainly a good sign. On a whim, he followed up with a light slap to her butt. While she hadn’t given overt indications in that direction, there was something about her reaction when he met her teasing with an escalation…

Marisa’s inner walls clamped down around his tongue on impact, as she let out a surprised but lustful gasp that told him his intuition had been on to something. “Ah! I guess discovering- mmhm- new things about myself- ah- is gonna be a running theme with ya.”

Rather than ponder that moderately cryptic line, John decided to give her other cheek a swat too, for balance’s sake. She gasped again, less surprised but every bit as lustfully as the last. Then she pitched forward, going down into a ‘seated’ all fours position.

The shift in angle pulled John’s tongue out of Marisa’s snatch. He could crane his neck a bit to regain access, but her clit was now practically resting on his lip. He had initially left that for later while he searched for other weak spots, but whether by her intending so or happenstance, later had clearly turned into now.

John had barely started his concentrated **** on her pleasure button, when her thighs clamped tight around his head. Though she only vocalized harsh, erratic moans, the uptick in wetness flowing onto his face and the arrhythmic spasms running through her body left no doubt that she was climaxing.

He kept up the **** until her orgasm seemed to be fading, then pulled back and gave her time to catch her breath. Just as he was about to get started on his second serving, Marisa raised herself onto all fours. For a moment, he thought it was time to make good on picking the next ‘activity’, but then she started grabbing at the zipper in his pants.

He made that easy for her by simply unequipping his clothes. Once freed, his erection immediately went upright, pointing straight at her face and nearly hitting the tip of her nose. She spent a long moment just staring at it, then slowly reached out and ran her fingertips gingerly along the shaft.

John groaned softly and laid his head back. There was enough delicate caution in how she had touched him that he thought it best to give her a bit to get started at her own pace before he started distracting her again.

A few minutes of staying cautious and light in her touch later, John figured he had been wrong and she was deliberately teasing him to get a reaction. “You know, it’s not going to break if you’re a bit more vigorous.”

“Shaddap.” She followed the retort up with mashing her quim against his face again, evidently having been after a different sort of reaction. Chuckling inwardly, he got back to it, starting with revisiting some of the weak spots he had found earlier.

Marisa continued just lightly tracing her fingertips across his member for just long enough for him to start wondering what response she was trying to bait if more tongue action hadn’t been it either. Then he felt a different sort of touch against his tip that was somehow simultaneously even softer and a bit more forceful.

The new touch was brief and fleeting the first time, then returned for a bit longer, and a bit longer again. The fourth time, it was accompanied by a wet point of contact that could only be her tongue, confirming what he had been starting to suspect: Marisa had been testing the feeling of his cock against her lips.

Deciding that a ‘reward’ was in order, he switched from probing at the weak spots around her outer and inner pussy lips to giving her clit a moment of direct attention. That caused Marisa to pitch a bit forward, taking his head into her mouth in a move that he only realized might not have been intentional on her part after he had given her pleasure button two more licks.

On the other hand, she didn’t pull back, so at worst the frost mage didn’t mind the pace accelerating a bit. She took his cock properly in hand and started stroking, while running her tongue more vigorously across the head.

Satisfied that that meant all was well, he renewed his **** on her clitoris, alternating between long strokes with the length of his tongue, and pressing the tip against it and wiggling. Her resulting moans added pleasant vibrations to the blowjob, and she sped up the stroking a bit as well.

After a bit, she changed from licking to doing shallow bobs instead. John decided to maintain symmetry between their efforts by switching to probing her pussy with his tongue.

Marisa’s ministrations were either less skillful or less talented than those of Qhila or June, though whom that said most about he wouldn’t have cared to ponder now even if his conscience had allowed. Regardless, it was very pleasant. The visceral feedback to his efforts of vibrations moaned into his dick, twitching of her inner walls around his tongue, and small surges of her minty nectar were all wonderfully erotic, and the fact that it was Marisa, who had been tied for foremost subject of his sexual fantasies for the past year, tickled his brain in all the right places.

As he felt the tension start to build in his balls, and in her thighs pressed against the sides of his head, he paused briefly. “Do you want a warning when I’m ab-”

He was interrupted by her pushing her loins against his face, speaking with pleading urgency, “No, just keep going!”

Happy to oblige, John drove his tongue into her love tunnel with all the intensity he could muster, while she sealed her lips tight around his shaft and redoubled her efforts to pump it. When he was just at the precipice of cumming, and she was as well by his estimation, he retracted his tongue from her insides. She managed the first half of a protesting whimper around his dick before he turned it into a muffled scream of combined surprise and ecstasy when his tongue hit her clit and his palm her butt in the same moment.

Her ministrations were effectively ended by the climax, but it didn’t matter. The feeling of her orgasmic spasms against him and the muffled sound of her pleasure set him off in turn, spraying her mouth with strand upon strand of cum.

As he was starting to come down again, and Marisa seemed to be doing the same, an inhale on her part suddenly turned into spluttering and coughing and she unleashed a sticky mess of saliva and semen in his lap.

Flipping over to lie next to him, she coughed some more. He was just about to ask if she was okay when the wheezing transitioned into giggles.