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Kory’s pussy was lovely. A fat swell of flesh with the finest, tiniest slit imaginable down the middle. A fluff of dark red hair curled and swished over her mons, a few wet wisps of it lying across her slot, pulling the eye irresistibly to the promise of sweet pressure inside that cleft.

Shuddering with excitement, Kara gave herself to Kory. She puts her hands on Kory’s mons, held it open, and ran her tongue inside it, thirstily, greedily, her kisses raining on Kory’s valley when she wasn’t busy licking it.

Kory’s clit grabbed her attention. It was large and swollen, teasingly suckable. Kara wrapped her lips around it as she plunged into Kory’s opening with two stiffened fingers. The hole was as tight around her fingers as the clit was firm and full in her mouth. She wondered how Dick could bear to fuck this woman—with his size, it must’ve been like putting on an undersized condom to enter her.

And when she clenched her well-trained muscles, made her walls contract around Kara’s fingers, the Kryptonian regretted that she didn’t have a cock, to feel that little hole how it was meant to be felt. The way Dick felt it. Hot and hard, with inch after inch of driving pleasure.

Kara frowned. She’d seduced Kory’s husband and now here she was, sucking the clit of Dick’s other lover, ramming her fingers into a hole that had also known Dick’s cream. Rao, could they really share him? Would she be another of Dick’s harem? Or would Kory even let Dick have her back? The Tamaranian seemed insatiable. She almost seemed capable of making Kara her bitch.

Kara forced herself to forget for the moment. The future didn’t matter! The present had so much to enjoy!

That was just what Kara did. She took Kory’s clit between her pursed lips, pulled on it, and lavished it with licks as it stretched. Kory went wild, screaming and kicking and pulling Kara’s hair in a frenzy of emotion.

“Oh, X’Hal, yes!” Kory wailed, her voice cracking under the happy strain.

Kory wasn’t demanding anything, wasn’t mastering Kara at all, but Kara still had to break her further, had to really make her convulse. She pushed her mouth tighter to that wet cunt, opened before her like a succulent oyster, and she fucked with her fingers and sucked with her lips until she sensed an almost electric feeling of rawness and tingling.

Everywhere she touched, Kory was charged with lust and passion. Kara wanted it. The same feelings wracked her, she was so attuned to Kory’s pleasure, so active in her voyeurism of all Kory’s moans and shudders. She jerked her fingers away from Kory’s snatch and lowered her lips to it instead, closing her mouth on the hot portal and sucking.

Honey frothed into her sucking mouth and she tasted the tang of Kory, spicy and sultry until it was deep down her throat, warming its way to her belly. Delicious. So delicious. She thrust her tongue in, forcing that flow to come directly to her sense of taste. It was better than wine—felt like decadent perfume caressing her skin. She nuzzled into its dampness, still licking her way in and out of Kory’s opening, pushing into the quivery path with her tongue, penetrating the other woman where she was meant to open.

Kara felt the other woman growing hot, almost glowing, and she was running feverishly warm herself. A little trickle of cream ran from her cunt, anointing the insides of her thighs. Moaning, Kara squeezed her thighs together, relieving some of the need inside her anxious lips, but her frenzy was reserved for Kory.

It was like the Tamaranian’s pleasure was more important, more real, than her own. She had to match those immense sighs that exploded from Kory’s quivering lips, had to give Kory reason to keep making noise after sensual noise.

Kory grasped Kara’s ankle and squeezed it tight. “I want you too,” she purred, almost a growl. “I want to eat you… but don’t stop eating me! Let’s do it together, girl, let’s both come at once!”

Kara couldn’t say it didn’t sound good. She let herself be moved about until she was on top of Kory, facing her cunt while Kory nosed into her own sex. It was unbelievable—she’d only wanted Dick and here his woman was, shoving her tongue into Kara even more fervently than Dick had fed his cock into her. She felt like she was going mad. But sanity was numbness compared to this.

She’d already orgasmed once, into Kory’s punishingly experienced mouth, and she recognized herself building up to another powerful shattering. She felt it just beyond her cunt—that wickedly subtle butterfly sensation, like alcohol rolling around in an empty stomach.

Her head floated, drugged by the haze of awesome little exchanges… feeling her own pleasure and obscenely fixating on Kory’s. It was all she could do to keep herself at work, her mouth fixed on Kory’s sex, tongue lashing out to demand the taste from inside that rosy slit.

Kara felt Kory’s hunger for her own flavor, juices feathering their way out of her own quivering sex… Kory’s tongue entering her like a rutting cock, going back for taste after taste after taste of her flowing arousal. It could’ve been the best oral sex she’d ever gotten. Kara didn’t know—she couldn’t think of anyone else going down on her, making her feel this way. But she knew it was better than her own fingers, better than a vibrator, even better than the taste on Dick’s lips when she had kissed him and kissed him.

Rao, she wasn’t even done yet—she was nowhere near done—and already she wanted to start again, going from that first sweet little taste to this orgy of feasting, being both eaten and eating. She wanted to spend the rest of the way in bed, like this, with Kory right here for her to feel and grope and lick and pleasure. Just the mad rush of climax, then however much their bodies could afford to cool down before their give and take brought them up to the pinnacle again.

But first things first. She wanted to be at the peak; an orgasm delivered to her by this sublime beauty who had made everything so exotic already. Kara could barely think, but she knew that if she pleased Kory, she would be rewarded with her own devoted service. And so she petted a little harder with her fingers, opening Kory wider while being careful not to harm her, and she washed her tongue all over that pink spread that offered a new pleasure in every little inch of itself.

Kory sucked Kara now, sucked every little fold, every curve, every swell, seemed to suck all of her pussy at once. Kara just had to throw up her head and howl at the ceiling.

“Yes, baby, I want it now, right nowwww!”

The echo bounced off the walls like the yowl of a coyote in the deep desert. Kara wanted to laugh, thinking of how outrageous it all was, but she couldn’t waste time, not with her pussy all trembling and Kory promising her the same sensation from the other side. Moaning, beginning to quake with her climax, Kara slammed her face down between Kory’s potent thighs and she snaked her tongue inside her lover until she felt convulsions that matched her own rippling ecstasy.

Yes, come for me, she thought, eagerly taking in the hot cream that filled Kory’s womanhood. Give it to me, I’m dying for it, feed me and feed me and feed me! I want it all!

***

It was a pretty common scam. Pay for drinks with the establishment’s offered company, but they get watered down booze—put on the tab at full price, of course—while you got the real thing. You’d be black-out drunk by the time they had the mildest of buzzes.

So what Nyssa did, while she was drinking with Candy, was switch the drinks. Elementary sleight of hand. As the evening went on, Candy was soon feeling no pain. The lounge they were in shut down in favor of more serious decadence elsewhere, but a harsh look to the bartender left Nyssa alone with her prey.

“That’s good. Finally, some alone time. It’s hard to get any peace at Wayne Manor.”

“Oh really?” Candy asked. “Because I know the guy throws parties now and then, but I’ve never been invited to one… and there’ve been some real wild shindigs up there in the Heights… I think I’ve been to both his neighbors…”

“Oh, it’s isolated, but that just means you’re alone with a wolf.” Nyssa smiled wickedly. “The place is a virtual whorehouse… except there’s only one john. And any given night, it could be your turn… you and two of your friends, that is…”

With the lights lower than ever, Nyssa placed a hand gently on one of Candy’s upthrust breasts.