Fubuki really needed some release.
She was anxiously walking through the halls of the dorm building she lived in, looking for a shipgirl who was available. A number of the girls that Fubuki knew were either out on a mission or out training, leaving Fubuki with few options. She'd checked all the rooms and only Kitakami seemed to be around, and she didn't have any marks. Fubuki didn't know if she was a futa, but it didn't really matter; even if Kitakami did have marks, there was no chance she'd ever lay a finger on her, lest Ooi learn about it. That was the surest way to lose a penis, Fubuki figured.
Fubuki bounded up the stairs to the second floor, where the dorm she shared with Yuudachi and Mutsuki was. Both of them were out, too. Not that Yuudachi being out mattered much either, since futa girls don't like doing it with other futas, according to Mutsuki(Fubuki knew that she wouldn't really enjoy being the bottom, at least).
Knowing it was pointless Fubuki pushed the door to her dorm open, finding the room expectantly empty. She sighed and pressed her thighs together, wishing her twitching, pulsing cock would go down already so that she could focus on other things. She was about to run to the bathroom, to use one of the onaholes there, when she turned and saw Jintsuu standing nearby.
"Is everything alright, Fubuki-san? You seem anxious" Jintsuu said, and Fubuki nearly died with relief. She rushed over to Jintsuu and grabbed both of her hands.
"Jintsuu-san, please... I- I can't even think straight, I'm so horny. You have marks, right?!" Fubuki said, looking the other girl's uniform over. There was one mark, in the usual spot above the left breast, for vaginal.
Jintsuu nodded. "That's right. Take me to your dorm, please, and I'll help you."
"Oh thank you, Jintsuu-san, thank you!" Fubuki said, and with one of her hands clasping one of Jintsuu's, Fubuki rushed to her dorm and locked the door. She marched Jintsuu over to the bottom bunk(Mutsuki's bunk, some quiet part of Fubuki's mind realized) and gently but eagerly pushed Jintsuu onto her back.
"Is this your first time, Fubuki-san?" Jintsuu asked, and Fubuki shook her head.
"I used one of the onaholes before, I know what to do."
Jintsuu smiled. "Using an onahole is a bit different from being with another girl."
"Right" Fubuki said with a sheepish smile. She pulled a condom out of her pocket, unzipped her skirt, and flung it off her. Her panties were quickly removed, too. Her cock was already drooling precum onto the floor, and she fiddled with the condom wrapper, desperate to stick it in Jintsuu.
"Fubuki-san, you don't need a condom. Futa girls can't get other girls pregnant" Jintsuu said. She'd already removed her skirt and shirt, and was about to unclip her bra. She reached up and pulled the condom out of Fubuki's hand, and dropped it on the floor. "Hurry up~"
Fubuki nodded vigorously and practically ripped Jintsuu's panties off of her. Thankfully Jintsuu was already pretty moist, and Fubuki's cock sank into the woman's folds without effort. Fubuki bent over and put her hands on the bed to prop herself up, and began pounding in and out of Jintsuu.
"Oh my gosh I needed this so bad, Jintsuu-san!" Fubuki exclaimed. She shut her eyes and was already panting, the feeling of Jintsuu's pussy unlike the onahole, or anything else Fubuki had ever experienced before. The heat, the tightness, it was divine.
"My, you certainly are very eager. Mmff, such zeal" Jintsuu whispered, though Fubuki was barely paying attention. Fubuki opened her eyes and peered down at Jintsuu's breasts, bouncing up and down in rhythm with Fubuki's thrusts. The sight was mesmerizing in a way, and Fubuki wanted to play with them, do things to them.
"J- Jintsuu.. Jintsuu-san, can I play with your boobs?" Fubuki asked, and Jintsuu nodded with a smile. Fubuki moved her hands to the plump orbs and began squeezing them, and she craned down to latch onto one of them. Jintsuu gasped as Fubuki suckled and squeezed her breast, the lust and passion coursing through Fubuki. She squeezed her eyes shut, plunged her cock deep into Jintsuu, and came. If her mouth hadn't been latched onto Jintsuu's nipple, then Fubuki was sure the whole naval base would've heard her scream as her body spurted out shot after shot of sticky seed into Jintsuu. The feeling was intense but fleeting, and after a few moments it was over as quick as it had come.
Fubuki blew out the breath she'd been holding, her heart hammering in her chest, and she pulled out of Jintsuu, her cock still rock solid. "Thank...you..." Fubuki breathed.
"Done already? That's no good, Fubuki-san" Jintsuu chided, and Fubuki looked up at her.
"What do you mean? You didn't cum?"
Jintsuu shook her head. "Most girls, futa and otherwise, last longer than that. I guess this is another thing we'll have to teach you. You're still hard, so put it back in me, please."
Fubuki propped herself up again and guided her cock back into Jintsuu's pussy. She hissed at the sensation, her cock overly sensitive, and gritted her teeth. "O-OK, now what?"
"There are ways to steel yourself against the pleasure, to last longer, but really the best way to last long enough to satisfy both yourself and your partner is stamina and experience. When you feel yourself getting close to orgasm, slow your pace, or change positions, or even stop and kiss your partner. These things will keep your arousal up but stop the stimulation, allowing you to last longer" Jintsuu explained. Fubuki began to thrust again, slower this time. The way Jintsuu's folds raked against her sensitive penis only made Fubuki want to cum again, but she focused on going slow.
"That's it," Jintsuu said. "If nothing else works from holding off your release, then you can pull completely out of your partner and just rub on them, or make out, or play with them."
Fubuki nodded and kept going, slow and steady. Jintsuu put one of her legs up in the air and Fubuki wrapped her arms around it, to steady herself. She let out a blissful sigh as the pleasure mounted again, and her pace began to quicken. "When you get- Nnmm... When you get close a-again, tell me, Fubuki-chan" Jintsuu said.
Fubuki moved her free hand down to Jintsuu's crotch and brushed aside the pubic hair there to rub Jintsuu's clitoris, which Jintsuu seemed to appreciate. Jintsuu's moans were quiet, timid, but Fubuki was confident that what she was doing was working.
Gosh, it feels SO good, how am I supposed to hold back?
Fubuki sank her dick as deep into Jintsuu as it would go, and stopped. She grinded her hips for a moment, her balls rubbing against Jintsuu's butt, before she continued. Her pace was faster now, less constrained, and she began panting. Suddenly, she felt the orgasm coming, and slowed down. "J- Jintsuu, I'm...close. I'm close! Jintsuu!"
"Pull out!"
Fubuki did as told, drawing her hips back until her cock popped free with a spring. Fresh precum drooled out into Jintsuu's pubic hair, and Fubuki thrusted into the air, whimpering. "Nnnnn Jintsuu..." she whined, desperate to cum. "I need it..." she huffed. "I need it."
"Not yet, Fubuki. Give it a minute. For now, you can tend to me" Jintsuu said with a shy smile, and spread her legs further. Fubuki pressed a hand to Jintsuu's glistening mound and began rubbing, an act that elicited an appreciative hum from Jintsuu. Her fingers flicked back and forth across the moist lips and Jintsuu's clit, while Fubuki's body begged her to pay attention to its own needs.
"Just like that, Fubuki~" Jintsuu whispered, her eyes closed. She'd taken to playing with her breasts, kneading and squeezing them. Jintsuu lied back and bit her lip, and Fubuki used her free hand to slide a few fingers into Jintsuu. "You're good~"
"Can I stick it back in you, Jintsuu? Please?" Fubuki whined again, her cock pulsing hard. The precum hadn't stopped flowing, leaving Jintsuu's pubic hair matted with it. Jintsuu spared a glimpse at Fubuki's cock and nodded, and Fubuki slowly plunged it back into the other woman. She sighed and her body twitched at the sensation, but it'd be a while before she came again. She bent down over Jintsuu again and kissed her, a move that Jintsuu returned in earnest. The thought that her bare bottom was up in the air, completely exposed, excited Fubuki, and her thrusting was already quickening. The sounds, the smells, the sensations, it was all so lewd, so lascivious, and Fubuki loved it. She slid her hands underneath Jintsuu's body, against her back, and held Jintsuu close to her.
"Keep going, Fubuki-chan" Jintsuu breathed, and clasped her hands around the back of Fubuki's neck. They kissed again, and again, and their tongues slipped into each other's mouths. Fubuki was all too glad to oblige Jintsuu's request, and kept up her thrusting, the pleasure surging through her in electric waves. Her balls pulled up against her body, her breathing was erratic, and she wouldn't last much longer.
"Jintsuu, I'm close. I'm- Jintsuu!" Fubuki warned, but Jintsuu only kissed her again. She broke the kiss and bit her lip, her face flushed.
"Me- MMMMHH!" Jintsuu moaned. Fubuki felt Jintsuu's pussy tighten and her hands grip Fubuki's shoulders. "NNnaaahhh! Fu-! Fubuk- Gkk! Haaaahh!" Jintsuu screamed, the walls of her snatch spasming around Fubuki's cock, nearly bringing her over the edge. She held on just a little bit longer, long enough for Jintsuu's orgasm to wind down, before she too gave in to the bliss.
Fubuki's cock jerked hard and she bit her hand to stifle her screams, her body wracked by an even more intense climax than the last one. She figured it was a good thing that futa girls couldn't get normal girls pregnant, because there was no way that Jintsuu wouldn't be inseminated by the amount of seed Fubuki was spurting out in to her. The orgasm lasted a little longer too, much to Fubuki's enjoyment.
Fubuki let out a ragged breath as her orgasm ended, and she slowly withdrew from Jintsuu's sticky pussy. Her cock popped free and she rubbed it back and forth through Jintsuu's pubic hair, humming contentedly to herself at the feeling as her sensitive tip glided across Jintsuu's skin. Her tip dripped with the remainder of her orgasm and her little scrotum dripped with Jintsuu's fluids, adding to the mess they'd have to clean up, but Fubuki didn't care. She was satisfied, and so was Jintsuu, and that made her happy. Thanks to Jintsuu's help she knew how to last longer, and how to practice holding herself back.
And if staving off her orgasm to make sure her partner was satisfied would keep producing such intense orgasms then Fubuki had that much more to look forward to.