The Big Swap 2 (Patreon)

“I noticed how… well, how much she’d grown up when I hadn’t been looking. Or maybe when I’d been pretending not to look. She isn’t that much younger than me, you know? I got used to thinking of her as a kid, but I first met her when I was a freshmen in college—she was already a teenager—”

And now he was turned on by her, Kory realized—delighted by the thought.

“It was Dick at the door… you know, Nightwing. You know how Dick ended up in my place while I ended up here, and we agreed to sort of work each other’s shifts until we could trade places again? I guess he thought that extended to looking after Kitty. I know you two were close, so if you don’t want to hear this…”

“Oh, I do.” Kory’s tongue ran all the way up his erection, from his balls to the swollen head. She drooled as she licked it, as she sucked at it, like her saliva could mark his prick as hers. “Tell me everything. I want to know Dick’s been taking care of himself—even without me there to do it for him.”

“Kitty…” Peter shuddered too hard to keep talking. He clenched his teeth together until his body stilled, then resumed taking with a groan of effort. “Kitty asked him to come in. She put on some music and played it loud—telling him that they were all alone, so no one would mind. She said it so happily and his face brightened up. If you’d have seen it, you would’ve automatically thought something was going on.”

And liked it, Kory thought, though she knew better than to say so out loud. Peter was stuck thinking of Kitty as a young girl, but from what Kory heard, she was all grown. And Dick was only making her more grown-up.

“Then they went into the living room,” Peter said, pausing again to regain control of his breathing.

Kory had closed her lips around his cockhead, ringing it just around the collar, almost too tight on his burgeoning erection. She nursed him through the lust he clearly felt from his voyeurism, encouraging it, rhythmically sucking while her tongue slid back and forth over his glans. She was in no hurry—it was a nice, leisurely suck. Arousing Peter with the same decadent languor as he was arousing her.

“I kept watching just so—so I could punch Nightwing in his stupid handsome face if he did anything… you know… anything…”

Peter lost his train of thought, chancing a look at Kory’s lips wrapped all around his knob, then he regained it. Somehow, the absurdly sensuous sight of the blowjob Kory was giving him drew his mind back to Kitty.

“I did feel a little guilty, spying on them. They sat on the couch, close, talking to each other. I started to think that I had no reason to be suspicious. It almost made me feel offended on Kitty’s behalf. Like, why wouldn’t Dick make a pass at her? She’s a real pretty girl. Not that I ever—maybe it was that I couldn’t do anything, so all of a sudden—“

“You wanted to,” Kory sighed, pulling her lips up off his helmet. “That’s what ruins voyeurism: experience. Once you know how good it feels, how can you be content with just watching?”

“I wasn’t… voyeuring,” Peter defended himself. “I just wanted to be sure Dick didn’t go too far.”

“And did Dick go far?” Kory asked, petting her lips along Peter’s tip. “Did he… stretch?”

“Well… Kitty kissed him, actually. She pushed her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it. Then she got his tongue. They were both panting… I just wanted to know Kitty wasn’t doing anything she was uncomfortable with. But I also hoped she would do more. I suppose that makes sense for when you’re the guy doing the kissing, but I was just watching. Watching…”

His cock, swelled by his remembrance as much as Kory’s talented tongue, filled the Tamaranian’s mouth. She purred happily, content to have so much delicious meat to play with. Her contentment spiced by the growing lust provided by Peter’s story. She knew soon she’d want to do more than play. She’d want to fuck.

But not yet.

Peter had stopped speaking.

Kory drew her lips back from his manhood with a last, lingering slurp that charged her taste buds with the bittersweet delicacy of his precum.

“Go on, please keep going,” she urged him before taking his prick into her mouth again.

“He started feeling her up,” Peter rasped. “She let him. It looked like they’d done it before. Either that, or—or they’d wanted to for a long time. He felt her breasts through her sweater… then Kitty took her sweater off. Dick didn’t have to talk her into that. It was her idea. She pulled it over her head and arched her back as it came off, so her breasts were just there… they went right into his hands. He squeezed them, played with them—made her nipples big and stiff.”

Peter groaned, the memories rushing into him alongside the pleasure from Kory’s blowjob.

“Those tits of hers, they’re not the biggest, but Dick, he’s like me. Not the biggest hands. They fit right into his palms so his fingers… he was touching all of them. Made her pant, made her whimper. Fuck, I got so hard watching it. I should’ve walked away, given them their privacy, but I had the biggest hard-on. Bad enough that I couldn’t do anything with it, but… the least I could do was look. Get some enjoyment out of—I’d sat on that couch with Kitty, y’know. She could’ve kissed me. I think she wanted to, but I didn’t give her the go-ahead.”

“You didn’t want to make her uncomfortable,” Kory whispered. “But you ended up being unhappy, because she couldn’t ask for what she wanted from you. Kitty had to show you what she wanted—with another man.”

A charge ran through Peter’s body at the idea. “You think she wanted to do all that… with me? I mean, I could tell she’d wanted to do what she did with Dick… but with me?”

“Who else would she do it with?” Then Kory started bobbing her head, up and down on his cock, fucking her throat on its substantial heft again and again.

Peter groaned, shook a little. Each time she took his cockhead into her gullet, he was reminded of how Kitty had rubbed Dick’s manhood. Kory knew, had to know… she was making him remember with how her lips rolled along his length. There was no trepidation in telling her the truth; she had already guessed.

His voice hoarse, Peter continued: “Kitty said that they never knew when they would be needed—an emergency—so there was no sense in waiting. She opened his fly and reached in. There was no hesitation. I think she’d done it before, but she seemed so shocked by how it looked…”

“Dick is very well-endowed,” Kory told him. “She probably guessed that he was hung, but not much she would be stretched during coitus.”

“Kory…” Peter said exasperatedly.

“What? You’re very blessed yourself. You must know that your length and Dick’s lengths are… comparable.”

“All lengths are comparable,” he said pedantically.

“If only they were,” Kory sighed. “If she’s anywhere close to being a virgin, she must’ve been intimidated. She jerked him off, didn’t she?”

“Yes,” Peter admitted. “Wrapped her fist right around his cock and started pulling on him. And he was feeling her breasts and she leaned over him, watching how his precum came out as she stroked him. She looked so… enthusiastic. Like she loved what she was doing. And Dick, his eyes were rolling, he was gritting his teeth. He looked like he was going out of his head.”

“There’s usually something about a first-timer, or even a first time,” Kory nodded. “Naïve excitement can be far more fulfilling than jaded experience.”

Peter took a deep breath. “It was a relief, really. That she was just going to give him a handjob. Dick wouldn’t try for more—Kitty wouldn’t try for more. I might’ve been the only one disappointed. I was so turned on by then that I really wanted to see Dick on top of her. Is that awful of me?”

“Not at all,” Kory whispered. “You know how good a big cock like that feels.”

“Uh, no I don’t,” Peter corrected her.

“Haven’t I been vocal enough? I see no need to exaggerate when we’re in bed. Can you not tell my eyes are rolling upward because of the lack of irises?”

“Oh, yeah… you’ve made it very clear how much you enjoy yourself.”

“As have you,” Kory smiled. “Do you think Kitty is that different from me?”

“She is a human.”

“She’s a woman. Some things transcend species.”

“I wish you could’ve been there with me… that we both could’ve watched… you’d have enjoyed it.”

“I’d have enjoyed you, don’t you mean?” Kory retorted, imagining giving Peter his own handjob while they watched the show. “I’m not that naughty, though. Dick says I’m positively innocent. I’d have asked Kitty if she minded us watching or if she wanted us to join in and do our part.”

Peter was very nearly ignoring her, back in his own remembering—even Kory’s hypotheticals were a pale comparison with that in the mix. “She was right on top of his cock—just inches away. I thought he’d go right into her mouth. I wanted her to. I wanted so much for someone to enjoy that hot little mouth. My own cock was on fire. I wanted to jerk off, but that would’ve been going too far. I told myself I should save it for you…”

“I’m very glad you did,” Kory moaned.

“She wanted it too. She pumped his cock until he was jerking, heaving, and she told him to come. Right in her face. She stroked him faster and faster; his only choices were to make her stop or to give her his cum.”

Kory sucked faster, hungry for cum herself.

“He came like—geez, and I thought I’ve had some dry spells!”

That’s just how he comes, Kory thought, since she couldn’t bear to part with Peter’s member long enough to correct him. Not when his eruption was so close. She hoped he would come as much as Dick did.