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It took a small eternity before that river of semen slowed and stilled. Then Karen just lay there, relishing the sheer decadence of being melded together with Kory’s gorgeously sculpted body. She felt her cock softening, slipping away from Kory’s drenched and still twitching womanhood, but Karen didn’t care. She was as drained, and as sated, as a woman could possibly be; she knew Kory was just as satisfied.

But Karen didn’t know how long she’d be satisfied. And it wasn’t long at all—not when Kory knew she could get more fucking, just as good as what she’d enjoyed so recently. After one last kiss with Karen, thanking her for sating her ravenous cunt, Kory pushed the blonde off of her.

Diana was quick to move in, crawling on her hands and knees between Kory’s opening thighs. Karen moved aside to watch as the Amazon lowered her head into Kory’s lap, bringing her soft lips into contact with the lips of Kory’s well-used labia.

Kory sighed, her eyes briefly closing in enjoyment, then opening to look down at the awesome spectacle of Wonder Woman kneeling between her legs. Karen couldn’t say if Kory’d ever felt before what Diana was doing to her now, but she definitely didn’t have any misgivings about it.

And Diana showed no sign of inexperience. Her tongue slid out into the open, to busily lick and roll over Kory’s opening. She tasted the opalescent seed that Karen had shot so vehemently inside of Kory, but showed no disgust at it. Instead, she seemed to happily glut herself with its taste on top of that of Kory’s, her tongue pink and wet while it relished both of those flavors. Ardently, Diana lapped up the trickles of escaping release, as well as tonguing the folds of Kory’s sex, like it was dinner and dessert—one pleasing feast followed by another.

Karen stared, eyes wide, unable to look away from this supremely titillating sight. Diana was always so beautiful… so superior… domineering without ever throwing her weight around. It was a shock to see her on her hands and knees like a bitch in heat, lovingly going down on someone else.

She and Kory looked like a match made in heaven, while Karen had never even seen anything like this. But even with her cock drooping down to her toned thighs, she felt her sexuality stirring, revived by this sight even more than it had been by Kory and Diana’s combined mouth work. They were just so naughty together, both slutty in their own way, but both impossible to judge when they took such joy in what they did.

Diana’s delicate tongue ran wetly up along Kory’s slit—her luscious little mons a surprising antithesis to the rest of her excessive body, shorn of hair, the flesh neat and tight, but exactly as responsive and tempting as one would expect.

The Tamaranian shivered delectably at the touch of Diana’s tongue. Despite the chain of orgasms she’d had with Karen inside her, now she was every bit as enthused for what Diana was doing to her. The way her nostrils flared and her green eyes flashed with lust was equally as arousing as the sight of her naked, lusting body: heaving breasts, clenching belly, and dripping wet pussy.

“I see your curiosity, Karen,” Kory managed to say through lips that wrapped around moan after moan of pleasure when not forming words. “You’re wondering… gh!... if this is as good… mmm—as it looks! And! Ahh! And it’s wonderful, Karen! Like a man’s mouth, but different, so different… as soon as you’re done, you just want to run out and try a man! And when you’re done with him, you know you’ll be right back with a woman! X’Hal, so wondrously different!”

With one hand to either side of Kory’s sex, Diana tenderly opened up her moist labia. Despite her comfort, Karen moved around to Diana’s feet, allowing her to see Kory’s open pussy—the inner lips a vivid magenta after what they’d done—but she could also see Diana’s member, throbbing powerfully with readiness. Karen didn’t know how she could bear not to use all that arousal on someone. Her erection hadn’t been nearly so big and seething when she’d needed to pump it into Kory.

While she took in the breathtaking view, Diana’s tongue continued to prove that while a woman’s cunnilingus might be different, it was a good different. She tickled the vivid pinkness of Kory’s snatch in light, feeling brushes. The sensual sound of her licking Kory’s juices off of her vulva rose and mingled with Kory’s moans, the Tamaranian kicking her feet and running her hands through her own abundant hair—paroxysms of the wonderful torment Diana was inflicting on her.

Delicately, Diana ran her tongue up through the wetness of Kory’s slit, stopping where her clitoris was waiting outside its hood to get its share of stimulation. The results were orgiastic. Kory gasped and cried out, obviously feeling another of the lavish releases that Karen had driven her to.

But Diana was no more satisfied with that orgasm than Karen had been. She worked her tongue onto the small button with a slow, steady pressure—keeping Kory in a trembling agony of enjoyment that plateaued into climax again and again.

It was just as good a fuck as Karen had given her, just as intense. Kory came hard and fast, her pleasure mounting more and more with each blast of ecstasy her naked body gave.

Diana suddenly changed tact. Replacing her tongue with a finger, she kept up the rubbing of Kory’s clitoris, but ran her tongue down into the waiting gap of Kory’s pussy. Her finger slowed on the burgeoning clit, but before Kory could whine for a return to the sensual heights she had been at, Diana rammed her tongue inside of Kory.

The Tamaranian cooed for so long and so loudly that it was like a howl. She rammed her hips up, pressing her cunt into Diana’s receptive face, while her hands shot out, gripping the mattress under her on both edges. Like she had to anchor herself to keep from shooting through the ceiling.

To her shock, Karen sensed the flaccid hose between her legs starting to rise again. Stiffening and lengthening with new vigor, it stood up, pushing out with the throbbing life of a running engine. With every hungry drag of Diana’s tongue over Kory’s womanhood, Karen felt her balls bulging with fresh and ready cum.

There was no way she could resist Diana’s little pink asshole: set like a jewel within her sleekly curved buttocks, waiting readily to be put to use. It looked purely pristine on its own, like a work of art, the crowning touch on the masterpiece that was Diana’s body. Karen almost hated to disturb its lonely perfection, but there was nothing else to be done.

Getting on her knees behind Diana, she brought her returned erection into the warm sheath the Amazon had to offer. Diana groaned, still lavishing Kory’s pussy with attention, but she wiggled her luscious ass back into Karen’s groin in appreciation of her gesture.

But before Karen could work away the tightness of Diana’s asshole, she heard the door hinges creak and, right on the heels of that modest sound, a gasp of shock.

Karen turned. The woman who’d entered was a looker, alright. A stunning blonde in a pink bodycon dress, flattering breasts and hips which needed no enhancement. Her face was sculpted gorgeousness too, though the eloquent make-up she’d applied spoke of the same class as her luxurious dress and tasteful jewelry. This was clearly a woman of Bruce’s social class—and beautiful enough that he put up with her regardless.

“Vicki Vale!” Kory cried, looking up past Diana’s bowed body, and Vicki was almost good-looking enough to justify taking one’s eyes off the Amazon and her hard-working tongue. “It’s lovely to see you! Have you come for the enjoyment of cock as well?”

Vicki coughed, like the sights and sounds she’d encountered were a drug and she was having a bad trip. “I, uhh… I came to see Bruce… he gave me a key… he must not be in… I’ll… I’ll tell him…”

And unable to bear any further forced politeness, she broke off and turned around.

Diana groaned and swung away from the juncture of Kory’s legs, slapping Karen on the back in passing. “You stay with Kory; you two are good together. I’ll take care of this.”

“Take care of what?” Karen asked.

Diana paused. “She’s one of Bruce’s paramours. She obviously came here for some hard cock.” She eyed Karen over her shoulder. “I’ll see to it that she gets some.”

And before Karen could ask or even think what she meant, Kory hugged her from behind—pressing those supple breasts into Karen’s back. “Don’t worry about us,” the alien chimed. “I already know how to get some. Don’t I, Karen?”