Wonder Woman's Loving Authority update (Patreon)

“Ready to fuck me now, Dick?” went Kory’s soft, lilting voice, singing out from her as delicately as her touch went over Dick’s back, fingers stroking and massaging his lust-tense muscles. Kara could see them standing out in oak-hard knots, tensed up from—“Like you did Donna?”

“Always, Star.” He shifted his neck, cracking out one last kink, then turned over. His eyes tracing over Kory were a spur to his fine bodily control, bringing him to full hardness. “For you, always.”

“And for this?” Kory asked teasingly, running her fingers up and down her own voluptuous body, seeing and loving the effect it had on him. “It’s all yours tonight, Dick. Every night. I’ll give it all to you for that giant cock…”

She pounced, bringing her bare pussy down on the impalement of his iron-hard prick. Dick yelped slightly before his expression settled into an aroused grin. Kara was expecting to see fireworks now, and she wasn’t disappointed.

“I want the warmth of your body, Dick… the friction of your fucking… the fire of your cum inside me… I want you to burn me up… I need it!”

Kory tensed her stomach muscles, massaging his cock inside her, dancing her hips over him as she put him to expert, well-practiced use. The look on Dick’s face was now of sheer sexual need. He was being toyed with, told what she wanted. And he didn’t need to be told twice. He could feel it through every inch of his shaft.

The hot velvet of her sex gripped at his cock; still, Dick grunted and pulled free. Kory clenched, wanting to hold him deep inside her, forcing him to pause. But her juices were too copious, her sex too slippery. Dick crab-walked back, Kory moaning as he exited her for a substantial length, then sat up, abs flexing, to take her in his arms and surge back inside her. Kory gasped and clutched fiercely at his back, her fingernails leaving bloody tracks down him to mark the intensity of the satisfaction ravaging her voluptuous body. Already Dick was bouncing her on his lap, thrusting up into her, making her his all over again, as if she hadn’t been even before their very first time.

“Enjoying the show?” Donna asked, so close that Kara’s straining ears magnified the conversational tone into a roar. She jerked back to herself, seeing Donna beside her, standing on another slender branch in the Amazonian forest. The glow from the lit-up embassy barely penetrated this far, but there was enough in the darkness for Kara to see Donna’s bemused look. She hadn’t noticed Donna slip away; she’d assumed Donna had been as absorbed in the show as she was.

Donna looked beautiful, as usual, as always. Sporty and slender, with the heart-shaped face of an angel, her features soft but sure, clear blue eyes as guileless as a child’s. She did not dress in the robes and armor of the Amazons, but in a modern style crisscrossed with that of her adopted home. A micro-mini skirt as brief as any pteruges, reaching only a scant few inches down her thighs. Pantyhose with it, rather than the hip-high stockings Kara’s longer skirt allowed her. Her top a red vest over a white blouse, same color as her skirt, the woman looking like she’d stepped off a tennis court—or a tennis-themed photoshoot.

Kara knew how she looked, or how Donna said she looked. Honey blonde, beautiful face, skin like fresh cream, body like a glass sculpture. She didn’t believe it though. If she was so pretty, how come no one was interested in her? They were interested in Kory…

Kara knew she was in for a lecture. She crossed her arms, battening down the hatches like she was in the path of a hurricane. “What does he see in her? I mean, sure, she’s cute or whatever, but we are in love!”

“Kara,” Donna said gently, “has he told you his name yet?”

“Nightwing,” Kara replied. “It’s a good, strong name.”

Donna sighed. “What would you say to a drink? Somewhere with a less distracting view, maybe?”

***

There were many dwellings on Themyscira. Not enough to even begin to overwhelm the natural splendor of the island, but over the ages, there had been many architects wanting to practice their art and experiment on a grand scale. Some were eventually abolished, recycled, but many were left vacant in various corners of the jungle: suitable dwelling places for Amazons who wanted to be alone, or who had been living with another and then separated themselves.

The embassy had been one such project, adapted to Man’s World presence. Supergirl’s hut was another. Distant enough from the city to give her privacy, but close enough for help to be at hand should she require it.

Though at present, the only help Donna thought Kara could do with was a maid.

She stepped over the various Earth trinkets the Kara had gorged her living space with—having to hover in some places—and finally made her way to the Themysciran freezing unit. “Coca-Cola,” she announced, setting it on the tray. It was chilled to perfection in a few moments. “I know it’s hard to get here.”

Kara took up a brooding spot on one of the rafters. With her flight ability, it made a decent place to sit. And there was no tourist kitsch on it. “You say I’m pretty. Well, if I’m so pretty, why isn’t he in love with me yet?”

“Kara, it’s not that simple.” Donna cleaned up a little, enough to find the ice and some clean glasses. She poured for them. “You are pretty, very pretty, but there are a lot of factors you’re not accounting for. His friendship with Kal, for instance.”

“Is he in love with Kal and not with me?”

“No, no.” Donna floated up to offer Kara her glass, then simply crossed her legs and hovered in mid-air as if Indian-sitting. “I know you may have been an adult on Krypton, but here, you’re still something of a child.”

Kara’s eyes reddened. One step closer to learning to use her heatvision. “I am not a child!”

“I know that, sweetie. But it’s going to take a while for Kal to see it that way. Just as it took a while for even Diana to see me as ‘Troia’ instead of ‘Wonder Girl.’”

“That’s Kal’s problem. Nightwing never treats me like a child!”

Donna drank from her own cup, wishing she had brought something stronger. “Well, he makes all of us feel special. But my point is that Kal is going to be overprotective of you for a while, and most people care about him far too much to go against his wishes regarding his cousin. His very young cousin.”

“I’m not that young!”

“Wait a few years, hon, you’ll want to take that statement back. I know Kal tries to be understanding, and he is, usually—he’s practically an Amazon there. But he has a blind spot when it comes to people he loves and you, Kara, are about the only blood relation he has in the universe. For an old friend like Nightwing to suddenly be with you, even if he weren’t with Kory already—it’d be like a betrayal of trust.”

“And everyone feels this way? Like Superman is their ‘old friend’?”

“Well…”

Kara leaned backward, tipping off the rafter and dropping herself to the floor with barely any hovering to break the fall. “Great! I’m now doomed to a life of celibacy as well, all because no one wants to annoy my baby cousin!”

“I don’t think it will come to that,” Donna said, looking down at how the fall had jarred Kara’s costume. Small to begin with, the shirt’s hem had flipped over her small abs, while her skirt covered one knee and skated up far past the other. And Kara’s young breasts still showed proudly under her clinging jersey. “If there’s one thing that can convince the locals here to go against their better instincts, it’s someone that looks like you. Nightwing’s old enough to know better—barely—but we get you into Titan Tower, half the boys there will be out of their minds.”

Kara smiled subtly. “I don’t want them. I want Nightwing. Or…”

“Or?”

Kara trailed a fingertip up her bare knee, to the pale gold skin under her brief skirt. “I heard on Krypton about there being women who were with other women, but I never actually saw it until I came here. The other day, I saw you and Diana swimming in that pond.”

Donna colored. She reached hurriedly for the drink she had set down. “You little sneak—have you spied on everyone on this island?”

Kara was blushing furiously despite herself. “Only the ones I like.”

Donna drank the entire coke in four long swallows. “Well, I’m sorry if you were shocked—“

“I wasn’t shocked. Just surprised.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“And I wished it was me.”

Donna was glad she had swallowed. Now she was almost doing a spit-take, and Gar would hate to miss that. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I wished it was me Diana was doing that to, instead of you.”

Donna rolled her eyes. What was it with people? They were literally identical, except for her being younger… “Kara, Diana and I have known each other a long time. What you saw was us—was me giving homage to her for her guidance and friendship, and her repaying that homage, showing me her gratitude… it’s a very complicated Amazonian ritual. But when authority is legitimate, is wise, is loving, then you submit to it lovingly. I submit to Diana. She submits to Hippolyta. And she submits to our goddesses.”

“I think I dreamt about something like that.” Kara turned her face away, averting her eyes. “I think I dreamt about it the other way around, too.”

“How’s that?”

“I dream I’m Diana—doing it to you. Are you angry with me?”

Donna floated down beside her. “No. I guess I’m just… surprised.” Donna stopped, floating just a little above Kara, who still laid back on the floor like she was getting a tan. “And in real life? Have you ever experimented with other girls?”

“No. Well, yes. Just once. I mean, I started to. With Cassie.”

“What happened?”

“We got interrupted. Then she didn’t want to talk about it anymore.”

Donna smiled gently. “Poor girl.”

Kara reached out to put her hand on Donna’s leg. Just above the knee. “You’re really pretty. I wish I were pretty like you.”

Donna put her glass down, the ice cubes rattling in the empty interior. “You are pretty. In your own way. I wish I was pretty in my own way, and not like Diana. People keep comparing us.”

Kara sat up. “They shouldn’t. You’re a lot more… approachable. You don’t seem like you’d be right all the time, like Diana does.”

“Thanks.”

“I mean… you know what I mean.”

“Yeah.” Donna slipped her arm around Kara’s shoulders and drew her close. “There are a lot of ways to deal with these urges you’ve been having, Kara. Especially on Paradise Island.”

“Can you show me?”

Donna leaned in to brush her lips across Kara’s cheek. It was soft, like satin. “Yes.”

Kara parted her lips. She received the kiss Donna gave her, slowly fading it into it, until the knowledge of what to do with her hands and her lips and her tongue just came to her. Her awareness was all of Donna: Donna’s touch, Donna’s warmth, the sight of Donna imprinted on her eyes even with them close. The very feeling of Donna for her seemed to radiate into her body. Then she was keenly aware of Donna drawing up her skirt. It was like Donna had filled up her body, but Kara was also floating outside her body, noticing the skirt coming up her thighs.

“No panties,” Donna said, when her lips weren’t quite against Kara’s. “That’s an interesting choice.”

“I thought you might like me better this way. I took them off when you weren’t looking.”

“I noticed. I don’t often stop looking at you.”

“Would you like them? You can have them if you want!”

Donna grinned at Kara’s odd flirting. “Actually, the way I’d like you is with nothing on at all. And spread out on the bed.”

Kara could only nod.

***

They stood barefoot on the bed, Kara motionless as Donna undressed her. She trembled a little, and her mouth worked constantly, lips compressing, tongue curling over her teeth. Donna stood back to admire her. She was a good-looking girl. Her body fit and trim, with eloquent little hips and rounded shoulders, coltish limbs slender with muscle. Her modest breasts stood out from her long, flat torso, not outrageously, but just the right amount. The same as her petite little ass, well-rounded, a little bubble from her cute, narrow hips. She looked almost fragile in her leanness, her white-gold tan, her glossy yellow hair. All of her spun gold, painted glass.

“You’re exquisite,” Donna said, getting a bashful smile in return. “Lie down. I know you’re fond of breaking the rules, but I’m going to show you how much fun obedience can be.”

She reached for the zipper on her skirt…

“Let me,” Kara said, stepping close to her with a little creak of bedsprings. “I want to undress you.”

Donna smiled. “Certainly.”

Kara hooked her fingers beneath Donna’s skirt. She raised it up to find the zipper on its interior, getting another look underneath in the process. “I love seeing you through your pantyhose. I saw your… your pussy while I was on the floor. It got me all worked up.” She unzipped the skirt and unfurled it from Donna’s waist.

“You were pretty worked up when I got here.”

“Yeah, but that made it worse.”

“Better,” Donna corrected. She raised her arms above her head. Kara pulled up her vest…

***

There was something about Donna. While technically she had the same body as Diana, she carried herself differently, wore herself differently. Whereas Diana was regal, reserved, affectionate but also somewhat guarded, Donna was open. Naked, she didn’t stand imperial and impressive, but had trouble balancing on the mattress, smiled bashfully at her own nudity, had her hair slip from its style.

This did nothing to diminish her beauty, but made it somehow more bearable. There was a wholesomeness to her, a neighborly quality. While one wanted to worship Diana, Donna was someone to befriend, to hang out with. To touch.

Still, her body was perfect. Leavened perfection, but perfection nonetheless. Her breasts, high and firm, burgeoned at the edge of being too much for even her tall, athletic frame, but their steady slope, the gumdrop nipples crowning their roundness, made them fit her body. Her musculature was impressive as well—she clearly possessed great physicality, but it wove with the artistic lines of her soft, beguiling body, as if she were more sculpture than warrior, more artwork than armor. Her firm, toned physique perfectly flowed with her womanly hips, her proud breasts, and most of all with her lovely face. The beestung lips and piercing eyes that could transform into Diana’s cool elegance in a moment, but were too lit up, too animated with affection and curiosity to intimidate. She was not a goddess, towering and insurmountable. More like a high priestess. She brought a god’s beauty to Earth.

And yet, Kara stared. It was Donna who had to draw her down to the bed, lying facing each other. Still Kara stared. Donna drew her close, first thighs, then breasts pressing to each other. Finally, lips. The kiss gentle and unimposing, enough to close Kara’s eyes, but still fill her thoughts with furious visions of Donna Troy. When Kara opened them again, the smile she was faced with was assuring, understanding.

“Is this your first time with a girl?” Donna asked, breathing calmly, her skin moving against Kara’s with each breath, softly exciting her, welcoming her.

Kara had a hard time keeping a breath in her body, even with Donna’s body against hers, seeming to sedate her, bring all of her to a lax stop except for something that burned, hotter and hotter, deep within her. “It’s my first time with anyone.” She sounded embarrassed.

“I envy you.” Donna reached across the narrow gap between them, playing with a lock of Kara’s hair, whipping it at the nape of Kara’s neck and playing it over the point of her chin. “Getting to enter this world for the very first time. Experiencing everything fresh and new. It’s something you’ll never forget. I just want to be as good a teacher to you as I had.”

Kara reached up and mashed Donna’s hand to the side of her face, so she could feel how her skin burned. “Diana?”

Donna nodded. “She was very gentle… until I wanted her to be rough. It made me feel very feminine, in an odd way. The stronger she got, the stronger she allowed herself to be with me, the more I wanted to surrender. She went very slow, but she knew I wanted it before I did. That’s what makes her authority so… right. Even when she was seducing me, my pleasure was just as important as hers.”

Kara broke, ripping her hand away from Donna’s. “I’m sorry… I don’t think I’ll be very good at this…” Her eyes darted downward, though, as she said it, savoring what she expected would be denied her.

“You keep looking at my nipples,” Donna’s voice was warm, but with a touch of silk. A grit. “It’s kinda flattering. How would you like to taste one? Don’t worry about being good. Just taste…”

Kara could only smile.

Donna rose up on an elbow, leaning over Kara, who looked suddenly overwhelmed at having Donna over her, almost atop her, perfect breast filling her voice, pushing into her mouth. She took it between her lips, tongue sullenly pressing to it, and held herself like that, eyes closed, golden hair in a crescent on the pillow.

“You can do more than that, you know.” Donna laughed. “What do you expect to taste if you aren’t sucking it out?”

Kara murmured embarrassedly, applied pressure. Tentatively, at first. Donna petted her hair, her face, the tips of her fingers caressing the furthest edge of her ear. Then Kara sucked harder. Steadily and hungrily.

Donna let her suck. She was a quick learner, attentive to Donna, swiftly discerning what pleased her and what didn’t, what she could do with her tongue, her lips. She pulled away, though. It was starting to feel too good.

“This is about you,” Donna said. “You’re here to learn. You need to understand what you’re submitting to.”

Her leg rose, crossed over Kara, settled on the other side of her. She was now straddling Kara, completely in her space. She knew her responsibility. She had to do everything Kara would enjoy, all as carefully and lovingly as could be. When Kara looked back on this—and she would look back on it, it would be one of the supreme experiences of her life—Donna wanted her to remember the tiniest moment of it. She wanted Kara to remember it all with awe and glee.

She began with Kara’s ear. The lovely roundness was easy to follow with her tongue, the petite lobe giving her just enough room to work her tongue, the opening sensitive when her tongue plunged in. Kara giggled, snorted, writhed. She was wet now, and warm, and receptive. Donna could smell the perfume of her. With her hand, she pushed Kara’s legs to either side, spreading them. The scent grew even stronger. Donna could see Kara smelled it too.

“That’s you,” said Donna. “That’s what I want from you. Now stick your tongue out.”

Her eyes barely open, Kara put out her tongue. She tried to contain her giggles as Donna licked it, from its tip to Kara’s teeth, letting her know what it felt like to have someone’s tongue against her own. Not frightening. Not awkward. Donna kissed the flat of Kara’s tongue, then drew it into her mouth; instantly, Kara responded. Followed along as Donna stroked her tongue, as she sucked at it.

“You’re going to make a lot of girls happy with that tongue,” Donna said when she was finished with it.

“You’ll be first.”

Donna smiled. Her smile moved down to the hollow of Kara’s throat, stayed with lips brushing against pulse as her hand went down between Kara’s thighs. She felt as good as she smelled. Something pure and delicate and innocent to her body—unencumbered.

“Oh, Donna,” Kara whispered. She was opening her legs.

“I know, sweetheart. But we’ve only just begun.”

Her hand stayed clamped on Kara’s sex, covering it but not moving, just applying a gentle pressure for Kara to throb against. She kissed Kara’s pulse—it roared against her tongue—then moved her mouth down Kara’s clavicle, over the slope of her demure breast. Kara’s breath hitched, her tit leaping like she wanted to force it between Donna’s lips.

“I want to know what you taste like too,” Donna said.

Donna moved her face over the warm, resilient flesh, enjoying the way it would push against her, the way it would relent. Eventually her lips found the erect nipple and she took it into her mouth, already swollen, but it got even larger, harder against her tongue.

“How does it… how do I taste?” Kara asked.

“Sweet,” Donna said. “Exactly the way a girl ought to taste.”

She pressed Kara’s breasts together, molding and massaging them in her hands, the nipples almost touching each other. She exhaled on them with one breath, watching them pucker; kissed one, then the other, running her tongue between their meeting peaks. Kara moaned and moaned, her hands in Donna’s sable-black hair, rending it as carefully as she could as she was wracked with pleasure. Donna could smell Kara like a flower blooming right under her nose.

She rose to a sit atop Kara’s waist.

“No, don’t stop!” Kara pleaded. “Don’t!”

“I’m not stopping,” Donna said, picking up Kara’s hands, transferring them to the headboard. She wrapped them around the copper bars and gave Kara a firm look, telling her to keep them there. “I’m just going in another direction.”

She crawled to the foot of the bed. Kara’s thighs gave way to lean, runner’s legs, strong calves, dainty feet that seemed shockingly cute after all Donna had learned of her voluptuous sexuality. Her tiny toes were painted pink. Donna kissed the smallest on the right foot, then the second smallest, then abruptly took Kara’s big toe into her mouth.

“Oh!” Kara rolled her hips, uncontrollably, the metal in her hands grating as she maintained her grip.

“You see?” Donna said. “Leadership comes with responsibility. As your mentor, one of my responsibilities is to please you. And as my student, your duty is to obey me. It’s a reciprocal relationship, understand?”

“You mean I’m going to do this to you too?”

“In time. When you’ve learned.” Donna sucked each toe in turn, licked between them, nibbled on the arch of Kara’s foot, where she was most ticklish. Kara’s scent now permeated the room, and Donna breathed deeply of it, glancing longingly at the golden delta that sat at the apex of Kara’s thighs.

Donna was a hunter. She prowled to the sensitive skin of Kara’s instep, lavishing it with the attention of her tongue, always watching the growing wetness of Kara’s slit. Inch by inch, she kissed her way up Kara’s leg, never staying long enough for Kara to be desensitized to her tongue, never moving too fast to not let Kara savor every bit of pleasure. She was at Kara’s knee when Kara took a hand off the headboard, reaching down to pull Donna up to her sex. Donna froze her with a look.

“Hands stay where I put them,” Donna said.

“But I want it so much! I can’t wait!”

Donna smiled warmly. “It’s not so easy on this end either. But if I can manage it, you can. The longer you wait, the better it’ll be. Roll over on your stomach. Submit.”

Kara did as she was told, visibly quivering. She hadn’t until Donna had spoken to her so stridently. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my entire life!”

“You’ll feel better,” Donna promised her. “Keep your legs spread. I want to keep smelling you. Just like I’ll smell you after I’ve rubbed my face in your pussy.”

Kara moaned. “It’s too good! Too good!”

Donna was pleased to hear it. She bathed the backs of Kara’s legs: the hollows behind her knees, the first few inches of her thighs—shifting from one to the other, back to the first before she moved on. She did the same to the underside of Kara’s buttocks, kissing the bottom of one smooth globe, then moving to the other, sucking a little skin into her mouth before releasing it. She moved upward, Kara’s pert ass a perfect target for her every little kiss.

“I can smell you too,” Kara said. “I want to taste you so bad…”

Donna moved her hands over the warmly wet cheeks, massaging her saliva into them, kissing Kara’s tailbone, then spreading them apart, licking between them, grinding her tongue into Kara’s perineum. Kara gasped and shook. She spread her legs as far apart as they could go, trying to open up even her asshole to Donna’s tongue.

“On your back,” Donna said, straightening so she was kneeling over Kara once more. And Kara rolled over quickly, spreading her legs without being told.

“Now?” Kara asked hopefully.

“Yes, you lovely girl.” Donna buried her head between Kara’s legs immediately.

It took three licks, but she lapped the juices from Kara’s labia, then parted them with her fingers and licked inside her sex, swirling her tongue around, moving it deeper and deeper, pausing only to swallow some of the delicious cream Kara fed her. All too soon she was stabbing her tongue inside of Kara. Feeling her own pussy grow moist.

Kara cried out in delight, rattling the headboard, whipping her hips around so hard that Donna was forced to grab one in each hand to keep from being dislodged. She wouldn’t give up Kara’s honeyed little center for anything. She sucked every vibrant fold, licked every crevice, took her tongue further and further until she found something taut and unyielding among the softness. Kara’s G-spot. Donna probed at it, fascinated and feeling deliciously guilty. She would be the first one to use it, to teach Kara this kind of pleasure. She brought her tongue against it, hard, and heard the metal of the bed creak as Kara bent it.

“Oh, Donna!” Kara wailed. “That’s so good!”

The fragrance of Kara’s pussy was overwhelming, intoxicating. Donna drew in deep, savoring breaths of it as she lashed her tongue in Kara’s sex, resisting the urge to touch Kara’s G-spot again until she inevitably gave in, and drove Kara to another ecstatic writhing with the slipping of her tongue.

“I want to do it to you!” Kara said after the last assault on her G-spot.

“In a minute,” Donna said, all her senses describing Kara’s arousal in addictive detail. She couldn’t get enough.

“No, now! Please, Donna…”

“Since you asked nicely.” Donna pushed herself up from the bed, flying just long enough to whirl around and straddle Kara’s head, facing the other way. She lowered her hips, feeling Kara’s excited breath on her pussy, then the girl herself: an excited little cry as Kara gave Donna her tongue, trying to lick and suck at the same time, the bed’s headboard rattling in her hands like it was about to fly apart.

Lying with her chin resting atop Kara’s sodden thigh, Donna smiled to herself. She remembered her own introduction to cunnilingus, being so eager that she’d tried to do everything at once. Wanting so desperately to please Diana.

“Calm down,” Donna said, pinching Kara’s thigh to get her attention. “Just kiss it at first. Just like a mouth. Then open it up and lick it. Use your fingers. Keep going until you’ve had enough. You don’t have to put your tongue inside me until you’re ready.”

Kara did as she was told. She was eager to obey, offering up loving submission in the certain knowledge that it would be accepted and rewarded. Donna smiled at her lack of cynicism. That was the hardest part of the Amazon Way. Learning how good the world could be, learning to trust and accepting it would not be misplaced. Kara was a natural. And not just philosophically. Her tongue had Donna at the cusp of orgasm in only a few minutes.

Pleased with Kara, and with her own training of her, Donna lowered her face again to Kara’s sex. She was determined that they would have a simultaneous orgasm. She licked and lapped, trying to make herself oblivious to the inferno Kara was spreading through her own body, but she soon felt it. Her sex contracting, her juices rushing from it, an orgasm flooding her inner spring. She even heard the greedy sound of Kara swallowing her.

And under her mouth, Kara’s cunt pulsed steadily, her cream welling up from her, so much that some escaped Donna’s tongue, ran down the crack of her ass. She was writhing and moaning around the tongue she had in Donna’s pussy, glutting herself on the wild pleasure of another woman. She sucked ravenously on Donna, gulping all she could get from the other woman’s sex, and Donna was as big a glutton as her, tonguing deep into her smoldering womanhood, sucking hard on her luscious cream. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They would devour one another into lusty exhaustion.

Just over Donna’s face, centered between Kara’s toned buttocks, was her tight puckered ring, her anus. Donna remembered how it had felt when Diana had touched her there. She moistened a fingertip in Kara’s streaming slit, worked the digit against Kara’s tiny opening. Slowly, surely, the tightly resisting muscles gave way, her finger slipping inside to the first digit.

Kara tensed, crying out with animalistic joy—“Yes, Donna, push it all the way in!”—as she rutted back urgently onto the invading finger. Donna quickly inserted a second.

The two women swayed on the bed, gasping, licking and sucking, moaning with pure sex as they savagely indulged in each other. With her greater experience, Donna held back until she felt the first trembling of the orgasm that would wreck Kara, and then gave herself over to Kara’s inexperienced tongue, her enthusiastic mouth. Donna felt Kara come, velvet and wet, around her tongue, and there was Kara’s licking interspersing her own climax.

Donna kept going long after Kara stopped eating her, until Kara went limp, her limber body completely relaxed. Then Donna rose, proudly displaying Kara’s juices on her lips and chin, to turn and see Kara’s face. The bright eyes were close, the pink mouth moist and slightly parted. Kara’s long lashes fluttered a little, but didn’t escape her petal-smooth cheeks.

The unbearable ecstasy of orgasm had been too much for Kara. She’d fainted away, exactly as Donna had under Diana’s tutelage. Donna had had a very good teacher. And it seemed now she was one herself.

She bent over Kara. “Are you alright, sweetie?”

Kara’s eyes opened barely. “Can I let go of the headboard now?”