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Couples' Counseling
🕑 Added 2022-06-03 20:00:00 +0000 UTCRaven really couldn’t take it. Ironically enough, as an empath, she got quite curt with people’s emotions. It was easy to be sympathetic when you weren’t literally feeling what they felt. When you did, it was just aggravating.
First, Kon had turned out to be Lex Luthor’s clone. Raven could sympathize with that. To an extent. He still had Superman in his DNA. Raven loved her mother, but she’d never foiled any alien invasions. And as bad as Lex was, Raven had to think a literal demon was worse.
Not that Kon cared. He was adamant that his life was ruined. It should’ve been a relief when Kon left the team—well, not a relief, because he was one of the Titans’ powerhouses—but a respite from his sad clone routine.
Then Cassie started whinging because her man had left her. Which was even worse, because at least Kon was a guy, and stoic about his broody suffering… the guy was friends with Tim, what would you expect?
Cassie was a girl. She got weepy. And irritable. And weirdly horny.
So Raven played matchmaker. As she put it to Cassie, who better to help Kon work through his feelings than an empath? And Cassie, his girlfriend, would be there too, of course.
Together, they would help him confront his issues. Then he’d be back on the team, back in Cassie’s life, and Raven could go back to only dealing with the usual teenage hormones and Tamaranian horniness muddying up the team’s collective psyche.
Only Kon wasn’t having any of it. When they arrived at the Kent farm—the Kents themselves beat a hasty retreat to the feed store to let them work things out amongst themselves—Kon was insistent that he was a supervillain waiting to happen, a threat to Cassie and the other Titans. And the best way he could fight this fight, keep Cassie protected, was to exile himself literally into the cornfield.
Cassie argued about the power of friendship and how she’d rather risk her life to Kon hurting her than to give up on him. Her melodrama seemed equally matched to Kon’s melodrama. It got to the point where Raven just couldn’t take anymore.
“Kon, will you look at her?” she demanded.
Kon glanced at Cassie. “I see her breathing, which is how I want her—“
“No, just look at her,” Raven said coyly, walking over to put an arm about Cassie’s taut waist.
Cassie didn’t have much of a costume, with her red tanktop and tight jeans, but it showed off her body—which any costume would be hard-pressed to match. Her lean, slender frame: long legs and arms and her statuesque, imposing torso. Almost intimidating, except her head was a thing of cheerleader beauty. The impossibly perfect mane of golden hair, the lovely face that could arch between sensual and adorable with a simple expression. Then the pouting breasts, average in size, but practically perfect in bounce and sculpting. Nipples like strawberries, showing through her tight top. And then her ass, lovingly swelling out from her nubile little hips, packing the rear of her jeans full before becoming the toned thighs that led down to the rest of her delicate legs. Lissome for all her curves, and the voluptuous majesty of her lush cheeks, button nose, full lips.
Raven patted that pert ass. “You don’t want to be with her, Kon? You really don’t?”
Kon swallowed. Thinking of Cassie that way, as he usually did, as he’d been trying not to. After all the angst, Raven felt that sliver of lust like a hospital patient finally being allowed to eat solid food. “I can’t…” he quibbled.
Raven made an eloquent shrug, an uncaring pout of her own bee-stung lips. “If you don’t, then you don’t. I’m sorry, Cassie. It looks like he’s just not interested.”
“Wait, what?” Cassie demanded. “You said you would help me…”
“I can’t brainwash him,” Raven said lightly. Then: “I mean, I shouldn’t.”
With the negative glow of her telekinesis, she drew the drapes. Another wave of her hand and she lit one of the candles scattered around the Kent residence in case the electricity went out. With the fading light leavened by the flickering candle flame, the room acquired a sensual atmosphere. Banishing the ennui of Kon and Cassie’s endlessly cycling argument.
Now Raven wrapped both arms around Cassie. “Don’t pout, sexy. Just because Kon doesn’t want you, doesn’t mean no one will. And the Kents aren’t here. We have this place all to ourselves…”
She kissed the Amazon hungrily. Too hungrily for Cassie not to give in. The blonde’s arms wrapped around Raven’s lithe body. Raven wanted even more though, reaching for Cassie’s breasts, fondling them around the metal inlaid in her top.
Her tongue pushed deep into Cassie’s mouth before retreating, coming out of Cassie’s lips with a flick of saliva. Cassie’s tongue licked it from her own panting lips, staring at Raven’s mouth as if desperate to do the same for her.
Kon felt an immediate lurch in his crotch to see the two women making out. The greedy way their mouths merged together and the suggestive meeting of their clothed breasts thrilled his young libido.
And as Raven caressed Cassie’s firm breasts through her tanktop, he felt his cock begin its irresistible growth. Though all he could do was boggle. Thinking, even fantasizing of a plan of what to do with all his lust was impossible for Kon in his current condition. He could only stand and watch as if unaware of the straining bulge in his jeans.
Though Cassie had quickly become as engrossed in Raven as the empath seemed to be in her, she and Raven were both aware of Kon’s lascivious interest. She didn’t need to be Kon’s soulmate to know he was getting an erection from watching them. The obscene thought goaded Cassie on to kiss Raven again, but Raven juked her head back, avoiding any more of their passion… for the moment.
“Kon?” Raven called instead. “You want to stay away from us? For our own good? Then get lost. Leave us alone. As you can see, just because you don’t want to make Cassie happy…” And she kissed Cassie again. Despite her words, finding it a little thrilling to have an audience. To enjoy this private intimacy and yet have the taboo excitement of flaunting herself.
It wasn’t that Kon disobeyed Raven’s request so much as he seemed not to hear it. As lost as the two women were in how their hands roved heedlessly over each other’s body. Feeling a supple breast, a deliciously curved ass, the soft warmth between a woman’s legs. Even with their clothes still on, the women achieved a shuddering arousal.
They broke from their kiss to look at Kon. The clone had started to rub his crotch, trying desperately to bear his exhilaration without yet daring to interrupt.
“You look like you want to join in,” Raven said impertinently. “Don’t worry—I’ll help you keep to your principles.”
And with a flick of her wrist, Kon had fallen through a portal, depositing him miles away in the cornfields of the Kents’ abundant spread.
“Raven!” Cassie whined the moment the portal had closed up again, leaving bare the floor where Kon had just stood. “I thought we wanted him to join in. God, I knew I should’ve gotten Cissie…”
Raven quirked an eyebrow. It’d seemed like not the first time Cassie had kissed another woman. “It’s called playing hard-to-get, Cassandra. I thought after all the months you’ve kept him gagging for it you’d understand the concept.”
Cassie buttoned her lips together. “But I am going to have sex with him, right?” she asked uncertainly.
Raven allowed herself a coy grin. “Just you?”
“You want to—I thought you wanted to have sex with me.”
“I do.”
“You can, of course…”
“I know I can.”
“But I want to fuck him too.”
“I want that too.”
“For me to fuck him?”
“For me to fuck him.”
“Well, I’m going to fuck him!” Cassie insisted.
“Okay,” Raven said simply.
“Are you going to?” Cassie demanded.
“That’s up to him.”
“It’s Kon! Of course he wants to fuck you!”
“Then I’m going to fuck him.”
“You’re going to fuck me and fuck him?” Cassie shrieked.
Kon barged into the room so fast that he took the door off its hinges. Not only had he sped back to the homestead as fast as he could, but he’d heard every word Cassie and Raven said, all of it spurring him on to thrust himself into the action as he’d so foolishly failed to before.
“Yes! Both of you, get your clothes off! Show me some fucking!” Kon cried.
Raven gestured, saying “Azarath metrion zinthos”—a mantra Kon was quickly coming to dread—and bonds of solid shadow surrounded Kon, holding him tight around the waist, knees and elbows, pinning all his extremities down. Though, thankfully, his cock was unencumbered. All its soaring growth had to put up with was the confines of his jeans.
“Hey, c’mon!” Kon whined. “Even I know girls don’t just start making out for no reason! You wanted me to watch!”
Raven let a sly grin show itself on her face, while Cassie beamed back at her. Both of them knew they had him.
“So we’ll let you watch,” Raven purred, glancing at Cassie to be sure she had the blonde’s acquiescence. Cassie signaled frantic agreement with her eyes, all but nodding like a bobblehead. “And you can think about how much better it is to be in the game than sitting on the sidelines.”
“Then, maybe, we’ll let you play,” Cassie added, herself looking to Raven’s eyes for confirmation, and seeing that the empath was more than willing.
It was decided. They were going to share him. But first, they would share each other.
And as they undressed, Kon couldn’t help but heap more dirty encouragement on them. “Yeah, yeah… those are great tits, girls! Those cunts look so nice and wet and hot! That’s it, feel each other up, yeah!”
Raven could scarcely believe it, but she was actually turned on by his exhortations—her aroused juices flowed from her pussy. She’d played up her attraction to Cassie, but she wanted her almost as badly as she’d pretended.
And at the same time, she responded to Kon’s voyeurism. All his lust made her want to show him enough to drive him to a fever pitch. Her pussy burned with passion she knew the two of them could quench.
***
Kon admired the differing beauties of the two women as they caressed each other’s naked bodies. Raven’s pert, well-formed breasts contrasted appealingly with Cassie’s larger, higher-set ones. Raven’s shorn pubic hair complimented Cassie’s curly thatch. He wondered if they felt the same—if the girls noticed any difference from touching themselves to touching each other as their hands went between one another’s legs. Fingers from both women disappeared inside hot slits.
“Holy fuck, you girls are something else! I can’t believe I almost missed this!” Any misgivings Kon might’ve had over Raven’s stunningly on-brand venture into bondage or being forced to watch their coupling disappeared in completely ego-less satisfaction.
It didn’t matter to him that he was being left out of their fun. Kon was very much satiated by getting to see this debauchery; kinky sex that he himself had kinda brought about, if you thought about it. He got a real thrill out of watching the girls finger each other, knowing those cunts they were heating up would soon be home to his swelling erection.
He watched the expressions on their lovely faces grow steadily more lascivious. Their mouths hung slackly open as they focused all their attention on the warm, fleshy clasp around their buried fingers. Their eyes burned together, shining with an anticipatory passion.
“Oohh, Raven… your pussy’s getting so wet… how good is all that juice going to taste when I go down on you?” Cassie purred, talking as much for the benefit of Kon as she was to arouse her lesbian lover.
Comments
Shendude
Well, I think it's fair to say Raven has won this round.
ryswell
Very nice start.
