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Lark tried to encourage him—have the modicum of control that would be consenting to this, instead of simply having Bruce run roughshod over her with the knowledge that she wouldn’t object. But her own voice wouldn’t let her ruin the perfect submission of this moment. Her words came out as a soft moan, growing into a whimper as Bruce’s hardened cockhead pressed into her aching cuntlips until they swallowed him.

“Oh God,” she gasped, feeling the wetness of herself at the first touch of his stiff cock on her pussy. “Oh shit, what—you’re going to—oh, oh, ahhh!”

Her attempts to plead with him were suddenly a howl, Bruce thrusting into her, taking her sex completely.

As if she’d been rent into two separate people—one feeling what was happening to her and one sensing it from afar—Lark was aware of herself arching back on that stiff prick as Bruce pumped in and out of her.

Her cunt noisily sucked at the enormity of his manhood. It only took a few of his deft yet overpowering strokes for Lark to succumb fully, crouching cat-like and throwing herself back onto every inch his hard, throbbing erection had to give her.

“Oh, Bruce! Yes! More! I want more! Let me have it allll!”

A smile tersely embedded across his jaw, Bruce moved to do just that. His cock pistoned home, raking Lark with friction. His balls clapped against her thighs. Hands clawed tightly to her gyrating hips.

It didn’t take much to have her reeling back, sobbing for more with eyes open wide in the fear that she wouldn’t be able to take it. “Yes, baby, oh yes! Fuck me, lover! Faster, I want it faster! I want you to fuck me hard, oh! Yes! You fuck me! Fucking fuck me! YES!”

Leaning forward to hold her swaying breasts in his hands, Bruce drove himself into her with all the need that had built up, watching Lark and Ivy enjoy each other. Now the enjoyment was his and coupled with the pleasure of voyeurism, it was nearly too much for him.

His cum roiled in him, his balls painfully tight, and he rammed into Lark so urgently that both of them gasped and panted for breath. Trying to withstand the bliss of being joined so electrically.

Lark screamed, letting out the orgasmic blast that consumed her body. Bruce sensed her climax. An instant later, he gave himself permission to come—thrusting into her all the way with a final series of ruts, then holding himself in her depths as he released his load.

Enthralled, wide-eyed, mouth gaping, Lark took his seed until there was nothing more to take. Then, seeing Bruce’s expression of rapture relax into a certain relief, Lark’s eyes rolled up in her head. She let sleep take her, certain she was capable of bearing no more than she already had.

***

Sputtering, Kara tried to break away from the unexpected influx of sensations, the sudden kiss that battered away all normalcy and filled her with feelings she was truly unprepared for. She couldn’t. Her body betrayed her. She was numb and frenzied and a million other things—far, far too overwhelmed to put a stop to this starburst at her lips. It was like trying to hold back a flood with only one hand.

Kory reached out, grasped for Kara’s breasts, found them in an orgy of tugging and groping and massaging until the nipples were potently stiff. Humming with energy every time Kory’s kneading dragged Kara’s blouse over them.

Kory gasped into Kara’s mouth, alive with the feeling of touching her. She thrust her tongue between Kara’s lips as she unbuttoned Kara’s blouse. She did it in a rush, heedlessly ripping buttons away until she had Kara’s blouse open to the waist.

Then her hand was inside the blouse, holding Kara’s breast. They still kissed, but now as Kory tightened her grip on Kara’s nipple, making Kara gasp into Kory’s ravenous mouth.

Kara could only think to get away, get away long enough to order her thoughts, but her first step backwards caught a throw rug at a bad angle. She slipped, felt herself falling, and Kory giggled as she fell with her, ending up on top.

Kara was as trapped as ever, now pinned to the solid floor instead of a wall of needy feelings. “What are you doing?” she demanded, slapping and kicking—mostly hitting the floor.

“This,” Kory answered readily, kissing Kara all over her face and neck.

Kara kicked again, this time throwing off her shoe. It flew through the air and Kara thought, distantly, that she had to stop before she lost the other one. She might need it; every layer of clothing between her and Kory seemed important.

“You’re kissing me!” she stormed indignantly.

“Yes, and undressing you,” Kory said, pulling Kara’s skirt up to the waist, letting Kara feel the cold floor through her skimpy white panties.

She kissed her way to where Kara’s blouse gaped open for want of buttons, pushing aside the fabric with her hands, then firmly affixing her lips to the straining nipple crowning one of Kara’s firm round breasts.

“Aaaiieeee!” Kara squealed, questing hands pawing at the floor as if searching for a lifeline. She found the throw rug that had made her slip—a moment later she’d unthinkingly rent it in two. “I don’t want to be naked!”

“You should. You look wonderful.” And then Kory was back to sucking her aching nipple.

Kara tried to block it out, but then she felt Kory’s hand lowering down her body, coming to the smooth firm curve of Kara’s thigh. Her fingers knowingly slipped across the crotch of Kara’s panties, on them, off them. A deepening touch on the bare flesh of Kara’s thigh, then feather-light on the fabric, making Kara feel like at any moment she was going to be properly caressed, fucked, only for the touch to become a teasing nonentity at the last moment.

Time after time. Quick, fleeting touches that in moments had Kara frustrated, inwardly demanding that Kory follow through and—

Then Kory’s fingertips traced the outline of Kara’s labia, touching her through the clinging nylon. It still wasn’t enough, not nearly enough, but it was so much more than the tantalizing contact of before that Kara felt overwhelmed.

She smelt the jasmine of Kory’s hair and the sweet floral wash of her sweat and something uniquely Kory, unearthly, that hit Kara’s nostrils like pure sex. What was happening to her? Was this the kind of woman that Dick was used to?

Kory moved aside the gusset of Kara’s panties with infinite care, treating it like the petals of a flower she wanted to smell while preserving its beauty. She slipped her fingers underneath. The pads of her fingers stroked the brief pubic hair, experimentally feeling the fine softness of Kara’s thatch, and then she touched Kara’s slit. Fingering the moist labia, feeling her way through to the plump and engorged lips within, then finally the twitching opening itself.

“That’s where—that’s where—that’s where you can go inside!” Kara panted nonsensically as one finger made its way in, wiggling and tickling and probing, Kory seeing what passed over Kara’s face with every different touch on every different place inside her.

Her fingertip moved along Kara’s vulva, rubbing wonderingly at Kara’s clit and where she opened and as deep as Kory could reach inside her. Kara sobbed and shook and pleaded, though whether for mercy or more, she didn’t know. Kory was still mouthing her breast, torturing her little nipple with extremes of sensation. Then stilling her tongue, stopping her suction, and tormenting Kara with the extreme of no more kisses for her tender nipple.

Kara felt all of the lust she’d had for Dick, but none of the control. She feared disturbing whatever equilibrium such pleasure came out of. Far better just to let Kory keep doing this… and doing this… and doing it more…

Kory lifted her mouth from Kara’s nipple and used it instead to smile, in a way that blended innocence and sweetness with the lascivious memory of the pleasures Kory had just shown her. Then Kory dropped her head and went after Kara’s other nipple, this time starting in with her teeth instead of her tongue.

She daubed her saliva all along the crest of Kara’s breast, she dug her teeth into the firmly pliant nipple, kissed at the bumpy areola that overflowed with the sensation Kory had inflicted on the tip of her breast, and then bathed it all with her tongue. Replacing the feel of Kara’s own sweat with the laving warmth of her saliva.

“Mmmm,” Kory purred, sucking now, a vibration rumbling alongside the suction of her mouth.

It felt to Kara like a vibrator was being used on her nipple, but not dumb, not inanimate. This was a living feeling, touching her in a rhythm that she couldn’t see coming. The fluctuation let up without warning and then came back, stronger, buzzing into her nipple like it was slipping right through the skin and touching her nerves directly.