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Just Another Day update
🕑 Added 2025-12-02 20:00:08 +0000 UTCFrom down a short yet endless corridor, Karen felt herself waking up. Something strange was happening to her, something that bridged the gap between the softness of dreams and the vividness of reality. She felt a warmth between her legs that focused into a certain intensity, a flicker of heat pushing its way inside her. Karen moaned and instinctively opened her thighs further to let more of that feverish delight in.
The warmth was on her breasts too. Hands and a mouth struggling to encompass their mass, tantalize all of their heft at once. Licking and sucking, stroking and caressing. Karen’s eyelids parted and she saw little Atlee sucking on one nipple, her hands elsewhere on the curves of Karen’s bust, throwing all of herself into servicing their enormity.
Karen was astonished for a moment, then annoyed. Who was Atlee to wake her up when she needed her beauty sleep? She pushed Atlee away, the girl’s mouth coming off her nipple with a wet pop.
“Good morning to you too,” Karen said, her voice thick with irony.
“Sorry, Karen,” Atlee mewled, batting her eyelashes at her friend with the same delicious softness that’d had Karen letting her sleep in the same bed as her. And of course she still had the same petitely kinky body that had guaranteed they’d both slept in the nude. “Your body’s just so much fun to play with.”
And she dropped her head down to between Karen’s thighs. From the wet feeling on her breasts, Atlee’d been massaging her slit as much as she had her cleavage, and now that Karen was fully turned on, Atlee went all in on enjoying her creamy arousal.
Her hands up at Karen’s breasts and her mouth down there, tongue shooting into Karen’s sex, between her sensitive pussy lips to where her nectar was a delicious wet treat.
“Terra, please,” Karen moaned. “I need my rest, Terra.”
Atlee looked up at her and smiled mischievously, but said nothing before going back to Karen’s pussy. Karen couldn’t believe what was happening to her. It was like she was Atlee’s sexual plaything—unable to stop herself from giving into all Atlee’s erotic impulses.
Atlee’s tongue stroked at Karen’s clit. Karen’s eyes crossed. A part of her resented the feeling of ecstasy that rushed through her, that it was so easy for Atlee to stimulate her, like she was a bitch in heat rather than a respected superheroine. But still, the sensations were astonishingly nice. Every nerve in her body jolting and buzzing with delight that went on and on.
Karen closed her eyes and tried to relax her muscles to make way for the final rapture Atlee was bringing her to. Atlee certainly wasn’t going to stop without her coming and that was as good a reason as any to let Terra go through with what she’d started.
The tongue in her cunt and the caresses at her breasts were too much for Karen to take. Her climax was mounting inside her, bubbling in a spicy sensation Karen knew would only become more and more pleasurable. Oh yes, she deserved this. All the saving the world and fighting crime and looking so damn good it gave every man who saw her a hard-on—she was entitled to feel this fucking great!
The feeling was indescribable now. Her orgasm would be unlike anything she’d ever had before. She should let Atlee wake her up like this more often.
“Yes, Atlee, please, ohhhhh! Keep doing that, Atlee, keep making me feel that! Keep your tongue in me! Holy shit, it’s so good!”
She cried out as the explosion burst into her cunt and then out into her voluptuous body. She bucked and convulsed as she came, thrusting her womanhood again and again into Atlee’s face. Karen grabbed one of Atlee’s hands and held it tightly as the explosion raged on and on, bigger and bigger, until she wasn’t sure how such a shockwave still fit inside her.
“God, oh God, it’s so good! You wonder, you beauty, oh my, ohhhhh, it’s so fucking niiicce!”
When the bonfire in her cunt had burnt down to embers, Karen lay limp on the bed, feeling like now she had to go back to sleep to recover all the energy that had gone into such a wonderful orgasm. She tried to summon up some anger at Atlee, just to see if she could, but of course she couldn’t.
Atlee smiled down at her—the beautiful girl who was now an integral part of her sex life, a source for almost every pleasure she felt… someone who she would have to ravage often and thoroughly to be sure she didn’t take herself and her tight little body away anytime soon.
A short time later, Karen had recovered from how much sex Atlee had given her and all that it had taken out of her. Fed, showered, and dressed for patrol, Karen now wore the costume any numbers of her fans throughout the universe would find familiar. But not too familiar.
The white leotard so many were used to was still there to some extent. The sleeves that ran to her blue gloves, the boob window that showed off so much of her impressive bust. Her red cape, though, was now a red ascot, as if Karen didn’t want to chance hiding her ass when she showed off so much of her tits.
And at about the midpoint of her chest, just below her nipples, the costume cut off. It left bare the swollen undersides of her teats; the white fabric dwindled down to a single strap that ran down her center, leaving her flanks as bare as her legs. It slashed between her thighs, hiding only her vulva, before plunging over her taint and between her buttocks, the sling of it sliding up her spine to meet with the halter top that was the majority of her costume.
The combined sling bikini and top held in place by the tightness of the garment, making Karen not quite naked only in so much as her nipples, anus, and vagina were out of sight. But otherwise, it was entirely something an erotic dancer would wear. She still wore blue gloves and blue boots, as if a grudging concession to the modesty she should have exhibited. In all other respects, though, her skimpy costume was entirely inappropriate, not that anyone would say so. It was more lingerie, at best a bikini, than anything worthy of respect.
Atlee wondered if she should follow suit, literally and do something more daring with her own costume. Obviously she could show a lot more skin than she currently was and still fit in on the Surface. And if it would make Karen as attracted to her as she was attracted to the blonde… well, Atlee would probably have to go naked to pull that off.
She didn’t suppose anyone would complain if she did so. And it would make it much easier for Karen to grope her.
Now she wondered if she shouldn’t wear at least something, no matter how skimpy, to deny Karen some of the pleasures of seeing her naked. Because as long as she was a little unattainable, then Karen would have to drag her off and strip her in order to fully enjoy her body. And Atlee liked the sound of that very much.
Then she wondered if she could drag Karen off somewhere, strip her, then do what came naturally. And that was the most pleasant wondering of all.
