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🕑 Added 2023-08-24 16:59:01 +0000 UTC“Very nice,” Kory said. “I mean, it’s adorable, isn’t it? And don’t think I’m just saying that because I’m so positive. There are a lot of cunts that don’t appeal to me. I suppose it’s amazing that any appeal to me at all here, given that we’re different species—three species in total, if we’re counting humans, and clearly we both like them…”
The woman was a sadist! Without even trying to be, she was a sadist! Kara put her hands on Kory’s head and pushed her down between her thighs. “Eat it already! Eat it!”
Kory had been told all she needed to be. She grabbed hold of Kara’s hips and it was a good thing she did, because when she started eating cunt, Kara wanted to fly into the stratosphere.
“Oh Rao!” Kara moaned as the woman’s tongue playing daringly over her slit, between its lips and back outside them, brushing with surgical precision along Kara’s stiff clit.
She knew just where to touch, how much to touch, and it gave Kara so much satisfaction that somehow she was left endlessly craving more.
“I need to sit down!” Kara gasped, stumbling over to Mary’s bed.
Kory could fly just as well as she could, so she stayed with Kara all the way until the Kryptonian was seated. She enjoyed the taste of Kara’s womanhood all the way there. Then she kept purring and sucking away, her fingers dancing over Kara’s groin with equal skill.
Kory bared the red stiffness of Kara’s clit from beneath its hood—worked her labia open so that all her tongue touched was the glossy pink inside. It was like there was no pleasure Kara held in her that Kory’s playful tongue couldn’t lick and taste and pleasure.
“Kory!” Kara moaned, reaching up to mold her aching breasts into some semblance of pleasure beyond their want. Mary hadn’t been able to do anything like this, with her amateurish fumbling, but Kory somehow had the skill of a savant and the enthusiasm of an eager virgin. “Oh shit, shit—this can’t be allowed!”
She could never have imagined that meeting Kory would go like this. She had fantasies of throwing her affair with Dick in her face, of making that balloon-breasted Tamaranian admit that Kara’s slender, delicate body was superior to her own. That Dick would rather have a fresh young maiden than a worn out old hag.
But here she was, on a bed, her legs spread, only able to feel her cunt and only where Kory’s tongue touched it. When did I lose control? she asked herself. When she put her hand on my thigh? When she undressed? Or when she said she knew about me and Dick? Rao, she can’t be doing this to me!
Yet it was happening. Nothing could feel as good as what Kory’s tongue was doing into the convulsing openness of her cunt and not be real. Kara couldn’t imagine a fuck this good; not with a woman. As good as Kory looked, she pleased just as well. The complete package. Looks and knowing just how to use them.
Kara envied her. Wanted to be her. But wanted even more to keep enjoying how Kory gave it to her. She reached down to Kory’s head, having to stroke that abundant magnificence of red-gold hair. Her petting had the desired effect, even without exerting any force. Kory pressed deeper and deeper into her sex.
At the same time Kara tightened her thighs to hold Kory in to where she clearly had no urge to leave. She shoved demandingly her pussy into Kory’s face, smearing her lustful juices all over that beautiful visage. Still wondering what was wrong with Tamaranians that they could be so wanton? And how long had Kara been with humans that she would let Kory do this to her?
Then she realized it didn’t matter. A minute or a year, time had nothing to do with it. She simply loved what Kory was doing. She enjoyed being tongued, mouthed, kissed, sucked. It was almost as good as being cocked and so different that it was better in a way, because it was a bonus, an abundance of sensation that her body was not meant for, but got to enjoy anyway.
Kara dropped back to the mattress, almost dug into it, and raised her pubis higher than ever. Kory rose with it, perching over Kara’s snatch like Dracula hovering above a sleeping virgin.
Kara was wet, unbelievably wet, her pussy responding as it never had before because she’d never before met someone who knew how to worship and feast on a cunt like Kory did. Maybe it helped that Dick had primed her, her orgy with him and Mary accustoming her body to the royal treatment.
But she thought that Kory by herself would be enough to force her body to this fevered state. When Kory licked and sucked between her legs, it sounded like a ripe orange squishing in her mouth.
“Suck me!” Kara gasped. “Really… suck me! Eat me, let me have your tongue, taste me inside and out—yes—my clit too, oh Rao! That’s it, that’s it! I love it, I love it, I love itttt! Don’t stop! No, don’t you stop! Eat me until I can’t take anymore! Oh shit, yeah, play with my ass too! It hurts but I like it! I’ll like anything so long as you don’t stop!”
She was out of control, completely abandoning any checks on herself to give Kory everything she wanted. And it was obvious Kory wanted her to giggle and moan and undulate her body with the pleasure flowing through her. Kara kicked her legs up in the air, thinking with astonishment that she’d fucked both husband and wife on this bed.
Only Dick had more wives to fuck. But would she enjoy them a tenth as much as she did this? Kara couldn’t conceive of it. Though she hadn’t known how much better lesbian sex could be than the coquettish experimentation of her and Mary…
She felt the tension peak inside her and then the ultimate, the zenith, the orgasm that was the ultimate expression of her pleasure. Her thighs locked snugly around Kory’s face, keeping the beauty’s mouth where it could taste how hard she was coming.
“It’s so wet for you, darling, it’s so wet!” she yelped and dug her hands into Kory’s ample tresses, making sure Kory had to taste it. She wanted every drop of her cum in that perfect mouth, traveling down her throat to be a part of that awe-inspiring body.
There was no turning back. She couldn’t do anything else but reward Kory with all she’d earned.
If anyone had told Kara yesterday that she’d soon be coming like a banshee onto the face of Dick Grayson’s despised wife, she’d have thought she was talking to a compulsive liar. And she’d have thought they were a maniac if they were to tell her that with the last spasm of her wrenching climax, she’d drag Kory with her onto the bed.
But she did, she had to. She lay the Tamaranian out like a feast just for her and she bent worshipfully to Kory’s pantied groin, rapturously scenting the juices that had leaked into her scant lingerie.
Moaning to herself, Kara licked the damp gusset, trembling when her lips brushed against the few protruding hairs that peaked from the edges of the tight crotch-band. She couldn’t linger, couldn’t savor. Taking her time and focusing on any of Kory’s spectacular body would drive her mad.
Already she felt paroxysms of lust consuming her body as she pressed her mouth to Kory’s panties and, like a helpless addict, pulled the smell and taste of that aroused cunt deep into her senses.
“I need it, I need it, let me have it!” she muttered between kisses at that glorious female shrine. Kara ripped Kory’s panties away, praying Kory wouldn’t hold it against her, promising herself she would do anything to make up for that liberty she had to take.
Kory was in no state to make a fuss. Her nipples quivered off her breasts like hot bullets that’d just been fired—her face flushed with sweaty redness. As soon as Kara had bared her cunt, she slid a finger down inside it. Both sating herself a little and weeping as she whetted her appetite beyond endurance.
“There!” Kory groaned. “X’hal, that’s where I need it, right there!” And she kept chanting “there!” as she stabbed her finger in and out of herself, covering it with frothy cream that made it look totally irresistible to the woman who had worked her to the point of needing to masturbate so insanely.
Kara grabbed Kory by the wrist and forced that wet finger to her mouth. She sucked it clean, moaning herself as her lips and tongue erased all trace of Kory’s cunt from the digit. Leaving only the musk in the air and the decadent taste that shimmered on Kory’s wetness, calling to Kara, hypnotizing her big blue eyes. They could not stop staring at the sweet target that Kory’s twitching thighs held.
