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As if Kon was a genie granting Cass her wish, his hot cum suddenly spurted into her gulping mouth, filling it with a taste that was both pungent and wonderful. Cass had liked the taste of Kon’s prick and she was delighted to find that his seed had the same basic flavor, only more so. Arousal flooded through her body; she felt it turn liquid and run out of her spasming sex, teasing its way along the insides of her thighs like a lover’s touch.

Cass was very eager to have Kon follow through on the tantalizing readiness of her body. Her English was coming along in fits and starts, but she’d learned enough to know that many women saw Superman as a sex symbol, and expected him to be able to perform multiple times without stopping. She didn’t expect Kon to be any different. If lifting a car didn’t tire him out, why should one ejaculation? And his balls looked to be big enough to hold much more semen than what he’d given her…

He kept going, pumping his jizz out like a fountain, and Cass worked to swallow it all. Kon groaned, feeling the rhythmic pulling of her lips as she sucked at his cum as fast as he could ejaculate it. She was outright draining him, her lips moving up and down his shaft until she’d gotten all she could get from this orgasm.

“Okay, okay!” Kon pushed at her head. “Enough!”

Cass pulled her mouth off of him, only to open it and stick out her tongue, showing him the white cream that covered her mouth and filled the back of her throat.

“Did you like that?” she asked after swallowing, her voice heavy with enjoyment of the taste of his cum. Not to mention its warmth, its heaviness, its quantity…

“Fuck yeah,” Kon moaned, eyes glazed over with the contented afterglow of having emptied his balls.

Cass gulped again, running her tongue around her whitewashed mouth. “Do something… for me now?”

“Whatever you want,” Kon muttered. He was helpless, like putty in her hands.

Cass smiled. “Eat my pussy… that’s what I want…”

She sat down on a nearby couch, putting her feet up on the coffee table in front of it. She spread her thighs open to show off her pussy. It glistened with simmering juices that seemed to cry out for attention.

Kon was happy to give it all the attention it deserved. He dove under the table, crawling to the couch where Cass sat, and came up to put his face on level with her pussy. The smell of her arousal was unmistakable. She had gotten turned on just by giving him a blowjob.

Kon would show her that she wasn’t the only person who could suck someone off. He’d make her twitch and jerk and plead for more. Before he was done with her, Cass would be begging for his cock.

What little fur she had on her pubic thatch pointed in a triangle straight down to her slit. Kon leaped onto it, his tongue finding her labia and testing out every inch of it. The taste of her juices—tangy and salty—was strong, as if infused with all the arousal she was feeling. It turned him on as well, making his cock stiffen with a promising throb. If it had felt good inside Cass’s mouth, Kon couldn’t wait to feel what it would be like going into her cunt.

Kon put his hands on Cass’s thighs, squeezing the slender muscle and ignoring the bunched scars. He pushed his face up to her pussy, holding her legs in place to ensure she couldn’t keep him out as his tongue leapt to get every drop of her juices that he could find. As she was licked clean, Cass’s thigh muscles tensed, spasming both open and closed, but Kon’s strong hands kept her legs right where they were. Cass could only moan as he devoured her.

Then, with no more of her cream to gulp down, Kon pushed his tongue inside of her folds. He immediately tasted the fresh flood of her arousal that gushed from her. Kon lapped it up, thrusting his tongue into Cass’s pussy with every lick. She gasped, panted, her almond eyes rolling as tremors of pleasure rolled through her, never ending, never fading, just continually filling her consciousness with the feel of Kon’s tongue on her most intimate area. She could not think to compose words to express herself. She could only whine and mewl for more.

Kon’s tongue was surrounded by warm liquid and quivering walls. He kissed the gates of Cass’s pussy before thrusting his tongue as far in as he could, wiggling it only in the deepest part of her cunt. His tongue stroked her walls roughly, Cass moaning a stream of incoherent words with every inch his tongue scoured.

Kon pulled back a little, letting Cass catch her breath, and instead took her dainty cuntlips into his mouth. He lightly sucked on them while feeling them with his tongue. They pulsated with each beat of Cass’s racing heart. As he lightly ran his tongue along the blood-gorged lips, cass yelled out.

“Oooooh! That’s it! Yesss! Kon!”

Wanting to hear her lovely voice more, Kon ran his tongue completely around Cass’s opening.

“Yes! Fuck tongue me! Fuck tongue meeeee!”

Kon’s tongue orbited around Cass’s sex until her cries had become completely incoherent once more. Then he speared his stiffened tongue inside of her. The taste was incredible. The flavor of her juices had been replaced by something… higher. Kon suddenly suspected that she had come; that he was tasting the orgasmic rush that sometimes spurted out of a woman’s pussy, at least in some of the porn he watched.

Kon loved it, and he loved the feel of her hot, wet flesh pressed into his face. He loved grinding his nose against her sparse pubic hair. But above all, he loved the taste of her pussy. It was always delicious, but ever changing, and he couldn’t get enough. The more he made her come, the more there was to taste. He sucked and licked and lapped, prompting Cass to start thrusting her hips into his face. Kon put his hands under her ass, to hold her up as she rocked over the edge of the couch.

Perched on the brink of falling, Cass’s body wiggled and twitched in a last-ditch effort to get Kon’s tongue deeper into it. Kon didn’t need the urging. He had plenty of urges himself. But while his hands roamed up and down Cass’s juicy little ass, one thought managed to slip through his all-consuming lust. He was enjoying himself, sure, but for all that Cass was getting off, he could be getting more out of this himself.

With one hand still on Cass’s butt, keeping her from teetering off her precarious balance, he dropped his other hand to his erection. Still eating Cass out, he began to stroke himself. The masturbatory pleasure hit him in jagged spikes of excitement, almost taking his breath away with its intensity. No sexual fantasy or girl-on-girl porno could compare to tasting Cass’s juices while he serviced himself.

Cass’s own exhilaration was growing. She reached down to put a hand on the back of Kon’s head, squeezing so hard he could feel her callused fingers through his thick hair. It was obvious Cass wanted his mouth to stay right where it was. She didn’t want him to leave the job unfinished. Not when her whole body was trembling with the surge of orgasm building up inside her.

“Keep suck, Kon! Keep suck! Love! Suck!”