A L K A L I N E

"I hate this," Morticia muttered, dramatically shifting from her side onto her back to stare up at the top of the tent. The thin nylon sleeping bag crinkled under her restless form. "The ground feels like gravel wrapped in wet moss." She let out a loud, frustrated sigh. "Every time I move, pine needles stab through this cheap pad." She turned her head to look at her companion. "Are you listening to me?" 

Larissa was on her side, eyes closed in an attempt to find sleep. She kept her voice low. "I thought you loved nature, darling? We're surrounded by it." 

Morticia rolled her eyes; even with her eyes closed, Larissa could feel it. "I love nature…" She shifted again, a rock poking her shoulder. "I also like our bed." 

Larissa hummed in agreement, shifting onto her back and unzipping her sleeping bag. "Come here, Tisha." She opened her arms out to the brunette. 

Morticia immediately scrambled out of her sleeping bag and crawled into Larissa's. The nylon crinkled loudly in protest as she wedged herself against Larissa's front. Her legs tangled up around the blondes, pressing herself as close to her as possible. 

The sleeping bag was laughably small for two grown women. Larissa's long legs had to bend awkwardly, and the bag was unable to zip back up, but the sudden cocoon of shared warmth was immediate and intoxicating. Pine-scented air mixed with the faint jasmine of Morticia's skin. 

Larissa wrapped both arms around her, one hand splaying low on Morticia's back, fingers slipping just under the hem of her sleep shirt to rest against soft, bare skin. The touch drew a small shiver from Morticia. 

"Better?" Larissa murmured, lips brushing the top of her head. 

Morticia pouted. Larissa could feel it against her neck where the brunette had tucked herself into. "No." Morticia nuzzled deeper into the crook, inhaling deeply, the clean linen-and-cedar scent of her, overlaid with the faint salt of sweat from the day’s forced hike. “Still hate the ground. Still hate the bugs. Still hate that we’re surrounded by snoring faculty members who think ‘team-building’ means singing folk songs off-key.”

Larissa’s chuckle was barely audible, a low vibration Morticia felt more than heard. “You were humming along to ‘Kumbaya’ earlier.”

“I was being polite.” Morticia’s hand slid up under Larissa’s shirt, palm flattening against the warm, soft plane of her stomach. Her nails dragged lightly over the skin. Once, twice, testing the waters. “You, on the other hand, looked like you were mentally drafting resignation letters while handing out marshmallows.” She pressed a kiss under her ear, tongue daring out to quickly taste her. "You didn't even eat one, and you love marshmallows." 

Larissa caught the wandering hand before it could drift lower, eyes snapping open and adjusting to the dark. "Behave." 

Morticia tilted her head back just enough to meet Larissa's eyes in the dim moonlight filtering in through the thin material of the tent. Her eyes flicked down to her mouth and back up. She bit her bottom lip, fluttering her eyes innocently up at the blonde. "Make me, Daddy…" 

The challenge hung between them, thick as the humid night air. 

Larissa let out a shaky breath and studied her for a long moment, blue eyes tracing the defiant curve of Morticia's mouth, the faint flush starting to creep up her chest and neck. Larissa's hands found the back of her thigh, pulling it high on her hips and heavily gliding her palm under Morticia's shorts, squeezing the soft flesh underneath. "We can't do that here. I can hear Coach Vlad snoring in the tent not twenty feet from us."

Morticia’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile against Larissa’s throat. The pet name still hung in the space between them like smoke. She knew exactly what it did to the blonde. 

She rolled her hips once, the move deliberate and shameless, grinding the soaked crotch of her sleep shorts directly against Larissa’s thigh. The thin cotton was drenched; Larissa could feel the slick heat seeping through her own pants, sending a visible shudder up Larissa’s spine, and made her breath hitch. 

“Shhh,” Morticia whispered, tongue tracing the sensitive spot just below her ear again. “You’ll wake him if you keep breathing like that.”

Larissa’s fingers dug harder into the hot flesh of Morticia's ass, a warning and a plea all at once. “Tisha.”

“Daddy,” Morticia countered, softer now, almost pleading. She rocked again, slower this time, letting Larissa feel every inch of how swollen and slippery she was. “I’ve been aching since you stood there looking so composed in front of everyone. All I could think about was you bending me over that stupid picnic table and fucking me until I forgot my own name.” Her voice dropped to a desperate whisper. “I want you inside me. Stretching me so wide I can’t think about rocks or bugs or anything except how full I am." 

Larissa groaned, the familiar ripple of her skin and muscle tightened low in her pelvis. Morticia felt the sudden thickening against her thigh and let out a tiny, triumphant whimper, her lips curving up into a proud grin. 

"Yes," she breathed, rocking harder, shamelessly smearing more wetness across the fabric that covered Larissa's thigh. "There she is." She nipped at her jaw. "Shift for me. Please- I need to feel you- I need you inside me until I'm crying, dripping- so, so full of you." 

The shift snapped. 

Larissa bit her lip hard enough to taste copper as a heavy, rigid cock formed. It was already leaking, the blunt head pressing insistently against the damp cotton barrier between them. 

The sudden weight and heat made Morticia moan low in her throat.

Larissa’s hand flew up to cover Morticia’s mouth firmly. 

“Quiet,” she ordered, voice rough. “Not a sound.” 

Morticia’s eyes glinted in the dark, nodding once against her hand. Larissa slowly removed her palm, and the brunette immediately started to work her pants down her thighs just enough for the blonde’s long, thick cock to spring free. Her cock was already fully hard, flushed dark, and glistening at the tip. Morticia didn’t hesitate, moving onto her knees at Larissa’s side and ducking her head to run the flat of her tongue over the side of her cock, base to tip, before wrapping her lips around the head. Her tongue swirled over the salty slit, sucking greedily. 

She moaned around the girth, the vibration ripping a choked sound from Larissa’s throat. Saliva dripped in cool, sticky trails down the veined length; her cheeks hollowed as she took more, throat relaxing to swallow Larissa deeper until her nose brushed soft silver curls and her eyes watered.

Larissa’s fingers threaded into dark hair, cradling rather than forcing, but the grip was tight enough to make Morticia whimper around her.

“Fuck, Morticia,” Larissa rasped, hips bucking up and forcing her cock deeper into the brunette’s throat.

Her free hand slid down Morticia’s back and under the waistband of her shorts, cupping the soaked heat between her legs. Two fingers slipped easily over drenched folds, circling her swollen clit once, teasing, feather-light touch, before sinking both fingers knuckle deep into her needy cunt. Her walls clenching greedily around the digits. 

Morticia’s moan vibrated straight through Larissa’s cock, hips grinding to fuck herself on the blonde’s fingers. 

Larissa pulled her off with a wet pop, hair held tight in her fist, and dragged her back up until their mouths were a breath apart. Morticia’s lips were swollen, glistening with saliva and pre-cum, her pupils blown black.

Larissa flipped them in one smooth motion. Morticia landed on her back with a soft gasp. She gripped the hem of the brunette's silk shorts and pulled the material down her legs, tossing them somewhere behind her. 

Larissa hooked both hands under Morticia's knees, shoving them high and wide, knees pinned near her shoulders. The position opened her completely: cunt flushed dark, lips parted and glistening, clit swollen and peaking out from its hood, a steady trickle of slick running down the crease of her ass to pool beneath her.

Larissa dragged the head of her cock through the mess, slow and deliberate, coating herself in Morticia’s arousal. Every pass over her clit made Morticia’s hips jerk, thighs trembling violently.

“Please-“ Morticia’s voice cracked, barely a whisper. “Inside, Daddy, please-“

Larissa leaned down and licked a broad, slow stripe from entrance to clit. She moaned as the sharp, tangy flood of arousal coated her tongue, then sucked her clit between her lips, flicking mercilessly until Morticia’s thighs quaked under her hands, muscles locking up, and getting her right on the precipice of release. 

Then she pulled away.

Morticia sobbed, quiet, desperate. Tears slipping into her hairline.

Larissa kissed the wet trails away. “Beautiful girl. So patient for Daddy.”

Larissa moved up onto her knees, lined up her cock to Morticia’s wanting cunt, teasing her hole with the head. “Is this what you wanted?” She let saliva gather in her mouth before spitting the hot spit directly onto where their bodies were barely joined. 

Morticia nodded frantically, back arching up and hips pushing down in vain. 

“Good girl,” Larissa pushed the head just past her entrance. Sinking in slowly. Inch by burning inch until she bottomed out, their bodies flush, and both of them shuddered. 

Morticia’s lips parted to cry out, but Larissa quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. “Not. A. Sound.” She pushed out through gritted teeth. 

She fucked her slowly. Deep, dragging strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside her, building Morticia to the brink over and over. Each time the telltale flutter around her cock started, thighs shaking, Morticia’s breath hitching. Larissa froze, cock throbbing deep inside and denying her release.

By the fourth denial, Morticia was crying silently, body trembling violently. Her oversensitive nerves screaming to be allowed to come. 

Larissa kissed her temple. “My perfect girl. Almost there.”

Then she let the second shift happen. 

Morticia’s eyes flew wide as the second cock formed, just as long and thick as the first. It pressed insistently against her already-stuffed entrance until Larissa reached down to position it over the tight pucker of her ass.

“My greedy little slut wants to be filled,” Larissa whispered, her voice rough with hunger. “Then that’s exactly what she’ll get.” 

She pushed, slow and careful at first. The head breached the resistant ring; Morticia seized, nails digging crescents into Larissa’s shoulders. The dual stretch was overwhelming: cunt and ass stretched impossibly wide, the thin wall between them let Larissa feel every frantic pulse and flutter.

Larissa kept one hand firmly over Morticia’s mouth, swallowing every muffled sob as she sank deeper, both cocks buried to the hilt, her balls pressed tight against slick, trembling skin.

“Look at you,” Larissa breathed against her ear. “So full. So perfect for Daddy.”

She began to move. Slow, deep rolls of her hips edging Morticia through three agonizing near-orgasms. Each time Morticia’s body tensed, walls clamping like a vice, Larissa stilled, letting the denial burn hotter.

By the fourth edge, Morticia was a trembling wreck. Her tears streaming hot down her cheeks, thighs quaking, clit so swollen it throbbed visibly with every heartbeat.

Larissa finally leaned close. “You’re doing so good, my love…” She thrust harder, feeling the vibrations of Morticia’s screams against her palm. “Come for me, darling. You’ve earned it. Let go.” Her hips snapped, her thrusts quick and angled to hit the spot she knew would break her. “Show me how badly you needed this.”

Morticia shattered. Her whole body convulsing, cunt and ass spasming in violent, rhythmic waves around both cocks. Slick gushed in a hot flood, soaking Larissa and dripping down to the sleeping bag. The contractions were strong, gripping greedily around her cocks; Larissa groaned low in her throat, fighting to keep control.

She fucked Morticia through the orgasm. She drew out every tremor, every aftershock until Morticia was twitching and whimpering for her to stop. Her oversensitive nerves firing wildly.

Only then did Larissa let herself go. She thrusted deep and came hard, flooding both holes with thick, pulsing spurts until her come leaked out around the bases in obscene creamy trails.

She stayed buried, rolling them carefully onto their sides. She held Morticia tightly to her chest, both cocks still deep inside, keeping her impossibly full. They both were breathing heavily through their nose in an attempt to keep the volume down. 

“Stay just like this,” Larissa whispered, lips brushing the sweaty edge of Morticia’s dark hair. “All night. My good girl.”

Morticia whimpered. She shook with overstimulation and aftershocks, but melted into Larissa’s chest, boneless, claimed, and safe.

Larissa ran gentle fingers through tangled hair, breathing in the mingled scents of pine and sex. 

“Sleep now, love. I’ve got you.”

Despite the hard ground, the cold seeping through the tent floor and chilling their sweaty skin, and the distant snores from their colleagues, Morticia drifted off first,  stuffed full and satisfied, heartbeats slowly syncing in the dark.

Larissa smiled against her hair.