3 comments/ 31256 views/ 5 favorites Don't Knock It By: DeYaKen This story is dedicated to and was inspired by ggchick who wanted a story featuring her. It was skilfully edited by Juicystarchild, who as always has made my story better. Don't Knock It Til Ya Try It In 1986, I was a twenty one year old man and still a bit naive. At that time, my cousin George managed a small convenience store. He was a slim man. Tall and good-looking with a flamboyant style. When I had some free time, I'd go visit him at work. I'd hang around, read the latest music magazines, and help him with some of the chores that needed to be done. George was about eight or nine years older than I. One day, while visiting him at work, I confided in him about a certain girl that I was interested in. I figured that, since he was a bit older, he could give me some advice on how to approach this young lady. Sounding almost exasperated, he said, "Ya know, girls are a weird species. They just like to tease guys. Sooner or later they'll end up using you!" Oh Shit! This was not even close to what I thought he'd say. I figured that, since he himself had a girlfriend, he'd just give me a few pointers. "Did you ever think that guys might be better off with guys?" He went on to say, "Men can relate to one another. Guys know what guys like. Emotionally and physically!" Taken back by his response, I had to ask, "What!? Are you into guys?" He sternly struck back, "Well,....Yeah! I am!" Whoa! After all these years! I just thought that he was a bit feminine. Now I'm finding this out! "Damn!" I shouted, " You're gay!" "Uh, more like bi." He asserted. After a dramatic pause.... he sharply asked, " Why, Something wrong with that?" "Well, yeah" I retorted. "Even though there was talk among the family, I never thought that you really were....." "Were what?" he interupted. "Gay!" I exclaimed. "Bi!" he said in a corrective tone. "I'm bi-sexual." "What the hell is the difference?" "I like girls, too." He said in a defensive tone. "I just connect better with guys." I snapped back, "No fucking shit!" With amazement, he asked, "Why are you so pissed off?" "Hey man," I explained, "I was raised to believe that only men and women have sex together, not two dudes!" He lashed back; "Don't knock it til ya try it, cuz! You don't know what you're missing." To say the least, I was in shock. I didn't say a word as I left the store, got in my car and fumbled for my keys. I couldn't believe it! My cousin was really into guys. As I drove home, I started thinking about the actual act of two guys having sex! Thoughts of two men kissing, giving oral and even anal intercourse swiftly passed through my head like a rushing wind. Suddenly, it hit me! These thoughts were getting me aroused! My dick was getting hard! I remembered telling myself, "I got to hurry home and have a drink!" As soon as I got in the door, I opened the refrigerator and grabbed an ice-cold beer. I swallowed it down in six or seven gulps. Now, after the brain freeze subsided, I felt a warm buzz start to take affect. I reached back into the twelve pack case and took out another 12 ounce brew. This time, I sat back on the couch and drank a bit slower. As I relaxed, I started going over the conversation my cousin George and I had had earlier. "Don't knock it til ya try it..." kept playing over and over in my mind. The one thing that stuck out was the idea of a guy sucking on another guy's dick. I couldn't understand it. I couldn't imagine tasting any guys semen. A few times, my ex-girlfriend tried to kiss me after I came in her mouth, but I couldn't do it. Still trying to escape the day, I thought that another beer would help me to forget. I went back to the fridge and found that I only had one left. "Damn it!" I uttered under my breath. "I really need to get drunk right now." I changed into a pair of loose cotton shorts and a t-shirt. I was in such a hurry that I forgot to put any underwear on. I grabbed that last beer, tossed the empty twelve pack case into the trash and set out for the liquor store down the road. As I walked through the quiet neighborhood, I started to get aroused again thinking about my earlier thoughts. "No way am I gonna get turned on by this shit." I said softly to myself. As I reached the storefront, I noticed that there was a sale on Jack Daniels. "A Jack and Coke will get me drunk a hell of a lot quicker than beer". I said. Just prior to entering the store, I crumbled my empty beer can and tossed it in the trash just outside the door. "Hi" a friendly voice out of nowhere greeted me as I entered. I turned and saw an attractive woman, behind the register, in her early 30's or so. "Hmmm," I thought to myself, "a new cashier, and pretty, too." "Hey." I replied, and proceeded to the hard liquor isle. I took a bottle of Jack Daniels off the shelf and grabbed a 2-liter bottle of Coke on my way to the counter. As I approached, I noticed the new cashier staring at my crotch. "Oh shit!" I muttered. My cock was still semi-hard and showed perfectly through my cotton shorts like a partially pitched tent. She looked up, raised her eyebrows, and smiled at me. I sort of smiled back, took a breath, paid for my items and quickly left the establishment. "How embarrassing!" As I walked home, I kept the bag from the store in front of my groin to hide my half erect state. I sipped off the bottle of Jack, and started to have those thoughts again. By the time I got back to my house, I was really buzzed. I fixed a strong mix of the newly purchased items and took a 'male on female' porn movie out of my collection. As I put the tape in the player, I thought it would make me forget about two guys having sex. I was wrong! As the movie played on, this chick was sucking this guys cock. As my buzz intensified, I thought more and more of George doing this guy, instead of the actress. I couldn't get the idea out of my head! Now, almost drunk, I eased my shorts down and proceeded to play with my own hard rigid dick. The little bit of sweat that built up in my crotch area while I walked to the store smelled nice and musky. As I watched the T.V. screen, I deliberately stroked my cock very slowly. The alcohol began to tear at my sense of judgment. I started thinking more and more of some guy on guy action. Now, rather than dismissing it, I was aroused by the idea! "Wow..." I thought, "What would it be like if George sucked my cock? I bet he would be great since he had one himself and knows what a guy likes." I worked up some saliva in my mouth. The booze made my spit slimier than normal. I spat my juicy spit into my right stroking hand. As I rubbed myself with my own lube, and sipped my drink, I got really turned on by my thoughts I was having and the movie playing out in front of me. Now, I started concentrating on just the head of my dick, as if I was the one getting the blowjob. As I saw the guy shoot his thick load on the chicks face, I couldn't hold back from blowing my own wad. I pause the movie as I reached the point of no return. I could feel my semen starting to make its way up through my hard throbbing prick. In an instant, I thought, "If that chick could do it, and George could do it, so can I!" In an instant, I leaned forward and aimed the head of my cock for my now open mouth. "Uuuhhh..." I groaned from my throat, as one of the largest loads of semen that I had ever produced, shot right onto the lower part of my nose and my upper lip. The second shot hit above my left eye and the rest of my cum pumped out onto my hand. As my hot salty seed dripped from my nose and lip, I stuck my tongue out and licked it off. For the first time ever, I tasted my own cum. As the climax subsided, I mumbled, "That wasn't too bad." It had the consistency of phlegm. The kind I would pull up from my throat when I've had a bad cold. The taste was sort of bitter and somewhat salty, but it smelled so clean. "Hell," I thought "earlier I was sipping Jack Daniels straight from the bottle. This was nothing compared to that." Maybe I was just drunk. As I sat back to relax, I looked around for something to wipe up the rest of my seminal fluid with. "Shit" I said out loud. "I forgot to get a towel." My pearly white mess was all over my right hand, my semi-flaccid cock, and some was still on my face. I had no way of cleaning it up. If I moved to pull my shorts off, or if I got up, it would drip onto the carpet and couch. Trying to figure out what to do, I pushed the play button on the remote to resume the movie. As the film continued, the girl was still lapping up the semi-transparent white seed of her male co-star. Watching intently, I started to get turned on again. I looked down at my own cum, which had become room temperature now, and decided to bring my wet hand to my mouth. I licked it off. I wiped my load off my face and seductively cleaned my fingers with my tongue, watching myself in a mirror on an adjacent wall. The thought of this being my cousin's thick wad of cum entered into my mind. "WOW!" I exclaimed, "I ate my own cum. I actually swallow my own juice!" Almost immediately, I got into the shower, got cleaned up, dried off and passed out on my bed, face down. The next morning, I woke to the ringing of my phone. I tried to collect my foggy thoughts and realized that I was really hung over. By now, the phone had stopped ringing and the answering machine kicked in. I tried to look at the time. As I focused on the red LED digits of the clock, a voice filled the room. "Hey! Are you ok? It's 10 am. Where are you? Call me." "Fuck!" I said in a short burst. It was my boss. I never missed a day of work nor was I ever late without letting him know in advance. Just then the phone rang again. "Hello." I answered in a low tone. "You ok?" My boss asked with concern. "No" I said in a sickly voice. "I'm not" "And you don't sound well. If you want, just stay home today." "Thanks." I softy said. "Do you need anything?" He asked. "I'm not sure, yet. Thanks for asking, though" "Well if you need anything, call me and I'll take care of it. Get some rest and I hope to see you Monday." He offered. "Thanks" I replied. As we hung up, I burped up a small amount of air and fluid. My eyes lit right up. "What - the - fuck!" I exclaimed, enunciating each word. I could taste what I did last night. I didn't know whether to get sick or try to remember how much I enjoyed it. Suddenly, there was a knock at my front door. I stumbled to the bathroom and gargled with some mouthwash. As I approached the foyer, a series of knocks now came from the back door. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I shouted. As I peeked through the curtains covering the glass of the door, I noticed it was George. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked. "I have the day off from work and I was passing by to leave you a note to call me. I saw your car in the driveway and figured that something was wrong." By now it was nearing 10:30 in the morning. "You don't look well. Can I come in?" he asked. "Yeah, yeah...come on in." I paused as he sat down at the dining room table. " I really don't feel too good." "What happened to you? You look hung over!" he said. "I am. I was trying to deal with what you told me yesterday." "That's why I came by." He continued, "Here, read the note that I was going to leave. In the mean time, I have to use the little boys room." As I opened the folded note, I waited for the bathroom door to close before I read it. It said, 'I'm sorry for upsetting you. You are my cousin and we always got along as friends. Please don't let this come between us. Let's go out tonight and see a movie or something. I really want to talk. Call me.' Wow, my heart went out to him thinking that he was upset for upsetting me. As he came back from the other room, I opened my arms and motioned for him to come and get a hug, which he did. "I'm sorry for not being more open minded." Suddenly, my dick began to twinge in my pants. "Oh no." I thought. He may have sensed something and slowly pulled away, a slight grin showed on his lips. As he smiled at me he asked, "Ya know what's good for a hang over?" As I shook my head no, he continued, "more alcohol." "I'll vomit if I drink anything but soda right now." "Listen," he said in a motherly way, "Take a triple-shot of what you had last night into the bathroom with you. Put you head over the toilet and slam the drink down. Throw up, shower, and brush your teeth, mouth and your tongue real good. Dry off and get dressed. You'll feel much better. Then we'll go out for the day." I did as he instructed and puked my insides out. He was right. I almost felt better. In the mean time, he made me a light breakfast. After I ate, I brushed my teeth one last time and we were off to the mall. But, I wasn't interested in shopping. I was too consumed with what I did with myself last night. Noticing my disinterest, he asked, "What do you want to do?" "I'm in a home-bound mood. Lets get a movie, order out and get some beer." I suggested. By now, it was almost four in the afternoon. My hang over was gone and I was ready to drink again. I usually don't party like this, but this was an unusual time in my life. As we approached a strip mall, George asked me to pull in. As he stepped out of the car he said, "I'll be out in a few, cuz." I watched as he walked into a pizza place. Within minutes, he came out with two large pies. "How did you get those so fast?" I asked in amazement. He proudly responded, "Just before we left the mall, and you went to pee, I called from a pay phone and ordered take out, just like you wanted." Exiting the car again, he said, "Now wait a few more minutes and I'll be back again." This time he went into our local video store. Fifteen minutes or so later, he came out with a couple of videos. "Dinner and a movie, just like you wanted." He said again. I smiled approvingly and he smiled as if he just pleased his master. Just before we got back to my house, I stopped at a small store and picked up a case of beer and some pre-mixed 'mudslides'. As we pulled into the garage, he got out of the car before I could turn it off. Pizzas on one hand like an expert waiter and the bag from the video store in the other, he went right inside. I got the beverages and followed soon after. "Lets eat!" he exclaimed. "Then we'll shower and chill out." We sat, ate, and drank a few beers. I had to have a mixed drink, so I made a Jack and Coke. Right after George was done eating, he swallowed his remaining beer, and got up. He went to the guest bathroom and after ten minutes or so I heard the toilet flush and the shower start. About this time, I went into the bathroom in my bedroom, took a nice relaxing crap and also hit the shower. A few minutes after I was in, I heard him get out. When I was done, I dried off and got dressed in a pair light blue cotton shorts and a loose fitting white t-shirt. When I got to the living room, he was already there, dressed in a pair of my red cotton shorts and a big red t-shirt to match. He had the remote in one hand and a 'mudslide' in the other. He motioned with his head that I too had a drink waiting for me on the coffee table. Another Jack and Coke. I had two VCR units. I loved to record from tape to tape. George pushed the play button on the remote and the movie "Grease" started to play. I noticed that the other VCR was on, but I didn't pay too much attention to it. About a third of the way into the movie, I asked him to pause it so I could go pee. When I finish, I washed my hands and as I was drying them off, I could hear the movie playing again. I didn't mind. I really wasn't into 'Grease' since I had seen it before. As I approached the living room, I said, "couldn't wait, could you?" But, the movie sounded different, like someone moaning. As I turned the corner and entered the room, there were two guys on the screen. One was giving the other a blowjob. "What the...." I started to say as I continued on into the room. As I turned and looked at my cousin, I saw that he had his shorts off and was sporting a huge hard on! To top it off, he was stroking it! He looked right at me, gave me a sheepish smile and said, "Join me." A nervous, yet exciting feeling came over me. My cock began to move on its own, filling very quickly with blood. As it did, he could see it rising. Just like earlier at the liquor store, I didn't have any underwear on to hide it. He saw just what that cashier saw. "I don't know about this" I began to protest. As he looked at my now full erection through my shorts he responded, "I think you do. Take a huge drink out that glass and come sit here." He said as he patted his palm on the couch. "Damn it, dude, this is weird!" "Remember," He said, "don't knock it til ya try it" Completely buzzed, anxious and stimulated, I gulped down a huge mouth full of my drink and sat next to him on the couch. "Look at it. Look at my cock." he invited. And, so I did. I suddenly felt like a virgin on prom night. I had this sudden impulse to touch it. I reach out a bit, and he said, "Go ahead. Touch it. Touch my hard dick". I did. It was so fucking hard and bigger than mine, too. It was almost hot to the touch. As I rubbed the head, he let go of it, putting me in control. I kept glancing up at the movie that was still playing. What a turn on this whole situation had become. I began to have a reality check. I thought, "What the hell am I doing?" Just then, a large gush of pre-cum discharged from his pee-hole. He took my now wet hand from his throbbing prick and brought it to his mouth. In one swipe, he licked his almost transparent fluid from my palm. I thought I was going to cream my shorts right then and there! He leaned his face towards mine. Slowly and gently, he kissed my lips with his. Being totally consumed by what was going on, I opened my mouth and kissed him right back. We engaged in a full-on make out session. He slipped his warm wet tongue into my mouth and scraped his pre-cum off on the back of my upper front teeth. I pulled back for a moment, licked the back of my teeth and swished his juice around in my mouth before swallowing it. We both smiled and proceeded to become entangled in another hot and heavy lip lock. We probed each other's mouths with our tongues, searching our new found territories. I looked down at his throbbing member, which now had turned a slight shade of purple. Mesmerized by the kiss, I reached down for his crotch again. This time I went past his dick and gently cupped his huge sac with the palm of my left hand. I tenderly squeezed and massaged his balls, paying strict attention to one and then the other. He let out a soft groan as another large amount of pre-cum poured out. It dripped down his shaft to his balls. I now used this fluid to massage his dick and sac. "This was it," I thought. "I'm going to do this. I have to give it a try. I've come this far. I'm drunk and ...really, who the hell cares? Go for it!!!" I prodded myself on. Keeping these thought at the front of my mind, I slowly leaned forward and kissed his chest. I raised his shirt and softly bit down on his now exposed left nipple. He let out a groan. The sound of him moaning prompted me to suck on him like a new born feeding on its mother's breast. I could feel my shorts getting wet from my own pre-cum as I slowly followed the light hair of his chest down to his navel. I explored this area for a minute or so and then suddenly stopped. I looked at his throbbing unit, which was less than an inch from my face. I began to kiss it. Tasting his fluid, I licked his pre-cum off the head and shaft. The more I lapped it up, the more juice he produced. It was amazing. Don't Knock It Til Ya Try It Being a true beginner, I tried to think of what to do to make him feel good. I thought about what I would like to have done to me, and I put my thoughts into action. I slowly licked and sucked the underside of his dick, right where the shaft and head meet. I licked and caressed the slit of his dick, trying to clean out all of his juice. Then I stroked it with my tongue from this area to his sac. I couldn't help but to smell the musky aroma he was giving off. This made me want more. I looked up at his face as I finally put his hot throbbing member into my mouth. It was hard yet spongy. I gently bit down around his cock just blow the head, and as I eased off with my teeth, I began to suck on it like a pro. I moved my head up and down trying to recreate the feeling of him having his dick in a hot pussy. Suddenly, with out any warning, he let out a loud moan and shot his hot creamy seed into my mouth. There was so much that I didn't know what to do! I felt like my mouth was already full and it kept gushing in! I tried to swallow, but there was too much at once! "Shit!" I thought as I kept trying to swallow. Finally his cock stopped pumping and I was still swallowing. A lot poured out the sides of my mouth and ran down his shaft. But I still managed to ingest most of it. As I looked up at him, he started at me and laughed out loud. The look on my face must have been a sight to see. "Like it?" he asked. "I think I did, I mean, I did. It was awesome, just some much!" "Your turn," he said as he stood up and reached for my hand. As I stood he asked, "Do you have a turkey baster?" "A what?" "You know," he said, "a turkey baster." "Oh, yeah. In the kitchen drawer." I said as he took my hand and led me to the kitchen. "Get it for me." I opened a couple of drawers and finally came up with what he asked for. "Thanks!" he said as he pulled me by the hand towards my bedroom. "Don't worry, I'll buy you another one. I want you to watch this." I thought, "Now what did I get myself into...?" As we approached my bedroom, he let go of my hand and pulled his t-shirt all the way off. Now he was totally naked. His prick stood at half-mast. He went under the bathroom sink and got some cocoa cream. He turned the shower on and when the water was the right temperature, he stepped in. I watched from across the bathroom as he bent over, arched his back and rubbed the cream on his butt hole. My dick immediately stiffened again! Then, placing the baster under the showerhead, he filled it up with warm water. He then placed it at his hole and inserted inside. When it was almost all the way up his ass, he squeezed the bulb at the end of the baster, shooting water into his rectum. After he emptied all he could into himself, he squatted down and pushed it out as if he was taking a dump. As I watched the water shoot out of his asshole, I noticed small pieces of crap hit the shower floor and disappear down the drain. He repeated this step three times before washing his anus with soap and water. Shutting the shower off, he exited the stall and grabbed a towel. As he dried off, he said, "Be sure to sterilize that thing or else throw it away!" As he wrapped the towel around his moist body, he reached into my night drawer looking for something. "Got any jackin lube?" "Yeah, I got some KY in the other night stand." As he opened the drawer, he was bent over, exposing his asshole to me. I had to go and get my drink. "I'll be right back." I said as I exited the room. "Hurry up!" He yelled out. I got back as fast as I could, drinking my J.D. and Coke along the way. As I re-entered the bedroom, he grabbed me by both hands and pulled me on top of him. Face to face, we started passionately kissing, again. As our breathing became heavy, and both of us were almost drenched in sweat, he suddenly pushed me off of him. As I was up on my feet, he flipped over so that he was now on all fours (elbows and knees). His asshole glistened from the lube he rubbed on it. "Touch my ass. Put your finger against my asshole and push it in side!" he ordered. I did as he instructed. "Now finger me like I was a chick with her pussy exposed to you." I did as he said. Easy at first, then harder and more forceful. "Two fingers now. Use two fingers!" he exclaimed. As he moaned and grunted, I knew what I needed to do. I pulled my fingers out of his anal cavity and replaced it with my hot, throbbing cock! "Oh Yes!" He yelled. "That's it...fuck me good!. It feels so good. My hole is nice and clean...just for you!" I lasted about ten seconds. Uncontrollably I screamed out, "FUCK YEAH!!!" as I shot his asshole full of my huge hot load of cum! The pumping of my cock seemed to go on forever. When it finally stopped throbbing in his ass, and started to shrink down, I pulled out. "Don't move!" he ordered. "Watch!" I stood back, looking at his asshole as it ooze out my hot creamy cum. "Mmmm.." I muttered. "Now lick it up." He commanded. "Clean out my bum hole" Once more, I did as he instructed. I ate my own seed from his asshole! As we felt the sexual feeling subside, he laid down and I fell asleep next to him. The next morning I awoke to the feeling of my cock being sucked. As I opened my eyes, I saw George bobbing up and down on my now hard dick. As he started to deep throat my engorged prick, I moaned out loud "Oh Yes, Yes!!!" as I shot my hot morning load of fresh semen down his warm throat! After he swallowed all that I had to give, he looked up at me and smiled, saying "Don't knock it til ya try it." Don't Knock It Christina came out of the bathroom and noticed the two of them locked in their passionate embrace. "Don't let me interrupt anything." As Ginger split from Dave and went into the bathroom herself, Christina walked over to him. "That looked like a whole lot of fun," she said as her hand found Dave's semi-hard cock. She was squeezing it through his pants as she fastened her lips to his. When their lips parted she squeezed his cock once more. "Now why don't you give me a look at this big boy you've been teasing me with all night?" "Me, teasing you? Both you and Ginger have been grinding your pussies against me all night. If anyone's been teased tonight, I'd say it was me." "So we got you all frustrated, did we? Well, let me do something about that right now." Christina dropped to her knees and started unzipping Dave's pants. Dave tried to stop her. "You know, Ginger said you'd make sure I didn't feel left out. Right now, Dave, I'm feeling very left out." She pulled the zip down, pushed her hand into his pants and pulled out Dave's rapidly hardening cock. "Oh, wow. Surely Ginger wasn't going to keep this big boy all to herself?" Ginger emerged from the bathroom to find Christina on her knees in front of her husband with her hand on his erect dick. Her feelings were a mixture of outrage and lust. "What the hell are you doing?" Dave looked particularly uncomfortable with the situation. "I'm sorry, Babe, I told her it was yours alone, but she won't take no for an answer." Christina looked up at her. "Oh, come on, honey, quit gawping and give me a hand with this thing." Ginger looked at them and started to feel the effects of the evening. The dancing and sexy conversation with Dave had already got her aroused. The alcohol had removed what was left of her inhibitions. Dave looked apprehensive as she walked towards him. She kissed him on the lips. "Well, I did promise you a reward," she said as she dropped to her knees, facing the older woman with Dave's erect cock between them. Their faces moved closer as their mouths opened. Each mouth covered half of the head of Dave's cock and their lips met half way. To Dave, the sight before him was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. When added to the feeling of two mouths working his cock he had doubts about how long he could keep going. Christina backed off as Ginger took the whole of her husband's manhood into her eager mouth. She reached for her purse and fetched out a small packet. She pressed one little blue pill out of the foil and put it in Dave's hand. "No thanks, I don't need them." "Take it, honey, you'll be glad you did before this night's over." The two women took turns at swallowing Dave's cock. Several times he felt he was about to come, but whenever he did, one of the women took his balls into her mouth and sucked on them. This seemed to have the effect of resetting the clock. Whenever each of the women pulled herself off his tool they shared a passionate kiss before the other took up her position. Eventually, Dave could hold on no longer. As Christina started to pull her head off his dick, Dave felt the first shot of semen spurt from his cock. Christina stopped moving her head while she collected all the love-juice Dave could give. She sucked harder as she pulled her head away before looking at Ginger and opening her mouth. Ginger launched herself at Christina, locking her in a firm embrace as their mouths came together. Her tongue went straight into the other woman's mouth and they passed Dave's sperm back and forth between them as they kissed. The force of their coming together knocked them off balance, and they lay on their sides on the floor as they continued kissing and swapping cum, mouth to mouth. They lay on the floor, their lips locked together, and each woman reached for the zip in the other's dress. As they got to their feet, their dresses fell off their shoulders and were left on the floor. Dave had been right—neither woman wore underwear. The two women stood before him, kissing and fondling each other's breasts. They moved towards one of the beds and Christina fell back on the bed with her legs apart. Ginger looked down at her, then back towards Dave. He stood watching, wearing just his shirt and his semi-hard dick in his hand. She went back over to him. "Oh, baby, am I neglecting you?" She kissed him passionately while squeezing his cock. "Poor baby, Mama will make it up to you." Christina had turned on the bed and now lay with her head hanging over the foot of the bed. "Oh, Ginger, Mama's hungry. Come to Mama." Ginger was torn between Christina and Dave. She wanted Dave, she loved Dave, she wanted his cock inside her. She looked back at Christina lying on the bed—her large breasts were prominent and her nipples stood up like organ stops. She turned back to Dave with a questioning look in her eyes. Dave replied to her unspoken question. "Go to her. You know you want to try it." She held Dave's hand as she walked back over to the bed and stood there with Christina's head between her legs. Ginger bent her knees and lowered her pussy onto Christina's mouth. Christina's hands came around and gripped Ginger's butt cheeks. Ginger reached down to Christina's breasts and started to tease her nipples. She rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers, then twisted and pulled. As she did, she could see Christina's bald pussy, not just rising but thrusting into the air. Christina pulled and Ginger fell forward so she was lying on top of her with her head on Christina's pussy. Both ate and sucked at each other's pussy, with each trying to thrust their clits further into the other's mouth. Dave stood looking on in amazement, his cock now rock hard. He could feel the skin under the head being stretched. He was dripping pre-cum onto Christina's forehead. She stopped eating Ginger for a moment and looked up at Dave. "Are you just going to stand there dripping on me, or are you going to join in? She's still got a hole that's not being serviced, and there's some lube in my purse." Dave reached for the bag and soon found the bottle of lube. He coated his middle finger and started rubbing the tip over Ginger's tight little anus. She started to push her pussy down harder onto Christina's mouth. She sucked harder on the clit in her mouth. Several times he circled her rim then slowly pushed the finger into her. Ginger let out a long ecstatic moan as Dave started to work his finger in and out. He pulled out and coated both the middle and index finger. Ginger let out a whimper as Dave pushed both fingers into her. He worked them in and out, then forced them apart so he could squirt in a little more lube. He pulled out, lubed up his cock and positioned it in her distended anus. Ginger let out a slight scream as Dave's cock entered her. He stopped for a while to let her get used to having him in her ass. Slowly he pushed further in, until his whole cock was in her and his balls rested on Christina's nose. Ginger had never felt so full in her life and, with Christina licking her clit and forcing her tongue into her pussy, she lost all control and started to buck and push back against Dave. In seconds a huge orgasm ripped through her, flooding Christina's mouth and face with her juices. Dave was now a driven man. Ginger had already passed her climax, but he was still trying to achieve his. Time and time again he withdrew his cock, only to plunge it back in. Ginger had barely recovered from one orgasm when another was building. He felt it start, then all of a sudden Gingers anus was even more wet and slippery than before. Semen leaked out with every thrust and in seconds Ginger was cumming again. As he pulled out of her, Dave heard a slight plop and looked down to see his cock semi-hard with a slight droop. Below, Christina lapped at Gingers pussy, sucking up all the juices from her pussy and the semen dribbling down from her ass. For a few seconds he watched. The sight of a beautiful woman feasting on his wife's pussy and sucking up their love juices was highly arousing and he felt his dick start to throb as it hardened again. Christina smiled up at him. "My turn now, I think." She gave Ginger a couple of slaps on her ass and the two women changed places. As Ginger poked her head out between Christina's legs, she looked up at Dave. "I've never seen you perform from this angle. I think I'm going to enjoy this." She watched Dave lubing up his cock again as she worked her tongue into Christina's pussy. With every thrust Christina responded, pushing her ass up onto Dave's cock then her pussy down into Ginger's waiting mouth. She had obviously done this before and knew exactly how to get the most from the experience. As he worked his cock in and out, Dave didn't think he could have much left in him to give, but as Christina started to cry out he found out he was wrong. She forced her ass back onto him so his balls slapped against her when he felt his load shoot into her and everything became wet and slippery. He just stood there while Christina gyrated on his cock, then slowly withdrew before collapsing on the other bed. Slowly the two women disentangled from each other and lay down either side of him. He lay there with a beautiful woman under each arm and a pair of breasts pushing into each side. They took turns at kissing him and fondling his cock before they all decided it was time for a shower. Three people in a hotel shower was always going to be a tight fit, and when two of them had the equipment that Ginger and Christina carried, things were cosy to say the least. The women hugged each other as each washed the other's body before they both focussed their attention on Dave. They took turns at making sure his dick was clean as they rained kisses down on him. Before the shower was over his dick was again standing to attention. When they got out, the two women towelled him dry before doing the same for each other. Christina picked up her dress from the floor and was about to climb back into it when Ginger stopped her. "Christina, it's 2:00 A.M—you can't go home this time of night. We have a spare bed here—why don't you sleep here tonight?" "Well, if you're sure? That would be lovely, thank you." She hung up the dress and climbed between the sheets of the spare bed. Ginger hugged Dave, pressing her firm breasts hard against his chest. "Dave, my pussy feels very hungry. It hasn't had a cock all day." "You can't be serious, after the night we've had." "I know it's been licked, sucked and eaten, but it's hungry for your cock, honey. Fuck me, please Dave. Fuck me now." Dave swept her up in his arms and laid her down on the bed. He lay down beside her, fondling her breasts, kissing and nibbling on her nipples. He ran his hand down over her stomach, then her hips. As his hand moved over her hip he felt it rise. Ginger twisted her hips towards him and he found his hand caressing her ass cheeks and into the crack. Her anus was still enlarged from the fucking it had received earlier and it was still sensitive. As Dave's finger ran around her sensitive rosebud she started pushing her hips against his. "I want to ride you, darling," she whispered. Dave rolled onto his back and Ginger got astride him. She looked across at Christina who was lying on her back. Even in the darkness it was obvious to Ginger that Christina was awake and masturbating. She fed Dave's erect cock into her pussy and started to move up and down on it. Dave could feel her pussy squeezing his cock. God, he loved her pussy. Her ass was tighter, but it didn't really compare with the wet silkiness of her pussy. Then there were her enhanced breasts, standing out proudly, desperate for his attention. He would've preferred the light on so he could trace out the freckles running down from her shoulders and over her breasts. He loved those freckles and knew each one intimately. Up and down she went, slowly, deliberately, trying to make his dick rub against her most sensitive parts. As she came down she ground her clitoris into his pubic mound. He reached up for her tits, squeezing them, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. As the speed and force of her movements increased, he moved his hands down to her waist and around her back. She moved her hands back to her ankles, pushing her hips forward. As she rode him harder she looked across to the other bed. She heard the older woman start to reach her climax when the feeling came upon her—starting in her pussy, but gradually spreading throughout her whole body, the euphoric feeling, as if she was melting into something that flowed out through her pussy, enveloping the body beneath her. She cried out in the dark. "Oh Dave, oh Dave, ohh...orghhh." She threw herself forward and collapsed on top of him, wrapping her arms around him as best she could. Dave threw his arms around her and they lay there locked in a firm embrace for several minutes. Slowly, as Dave's member softened inside her, he started to run his hands over her back. When Dave's cock had plopped back out of her she got up and went to the bathroom to clean up before returning to bed. They cuddled and spooned as they drifted off into a deep sleep. Dave's bladder woke him around 5:00 A.M. The number of beers he'd had the previous night, combined with the sexual marathon, had left him with an overwhelming need to relieve himself. In the half-light of the room, he made his way to the bathroom. As he left the bathroom two hands came over his eyes. He felt a pair of breasts pushing into his back as a voice whispered in his ear. "Dave, my pussy is hungry—it's been eaten, it's been licked, it's had a tongue and it's had my fingers. It's desperate for a cock, Dave. It's desperate for your cock." She was using Ginger's words but it wasn't Ginger. As the hands moved from his eyes, Dave could see his wife lying on the bed where he had left her. He turned to look at the naked Christina standing behind him. "Christina, you are a beautiful woman, and any man would be proud to fill your pussy for you, but I have my wife lying right over there." "Yes, and hasn't she asked you to be nice to me? That's all I want, Dave—be nice to me, be nice to my pussy. Fuck me, Dave, fuck me now." She climbed on the bed, got on all fours and waggled her ass at him. He looked at Ginger. She had asked him to be nice to her client. She'd invited the woman to share their room. Perhaps she would be okay with this. He looked down at his cock, which once again stood to attention. So this is why she gave me Viagra, he thought—she planned this. Slowly he walked over to the bed and knelt between Christina's legs. His dick bucked and oozed pre-cum. He held it in position and gently pushed forward. His cock slipped effortlessly into the older woman's cunt, but once he was in he felt her start to grip his cock. "Oh yes, Dave. Fuck me, fuck me now." Her pussy gripped him on every stroke and she moved her hips around, forcing his prick to rub against her G-spot as he rode her. He felt the bed move and looked up to see Ginger putting a leg either side of Christina's arms. She reached up and pulled the other woman's head down onto her pussy. With her head down on Ginger's pussy and her ass high in the air Christina was in a position to take full advantage of Dave's cock. She pushed back hard against him forcing the tip of his cock into the mouth of her cervix. Ginger thought her new friend was going to suck her clit right off as she came to a crashing climax. With her mouth full of pussy, Christina made no sound as the orgasm ripped through her. However, Dave wasn't finished and he didn't even break his stride when she came. In and out he went until, just as he started to feel her cervix engulfing the head of his cock, he started shooting threads of semen into her. He pulled out, got off the bed and headed back to the bathroom to clean up his dick. On the way back he looked at the two women lying exhausted on the bed. "What's a guy gotta do to get some sleep around here?" he asked as he climbed back in his own bed. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. He didn't even feel Ginger get back in. They woke late and only just made it to the restaurant in time for breakfast. Christina only had her evening dress, so Ginger loaned her some shorts and a tee shirt. The shirt was tight, to say the least, and the air conditioning in the restaurant soon made her nipples hard and prominent. More than one wife swapped places with her husband to stop him staring at her. After breakfast they summoned a cab to take Christina home, and the couple went out to see her off. "We must do this again sometime." "Sure, but next time you must bring your husband. I'd love to meet him." Christina grinned. "But, honey, you already have. Anders is my maiden name—I only use that at work. My married name is Robertson." Ginger gasped. "So you're married to old— . But he must be—" "Nearly sixty," Christina interrupted. "There's many a good tune played on an old fiddle, honey, believe me. Don't knock it till you've tried it." With that she was gone. Ginger turned to see a huge grin on Dave's face. "Don't knock it till you've tried it. After last night I think that should be our motto." Don't Knock Me Up!! Harold Stone sat on his front porch swing sipping a mint julep and enjoying the peaceful Georgia afternoon as sunlight slid across the land. Harold was a moderately successful peach grower in a small town on southwestern Georgia. His fifteen hundred acres of peach trees straddled the Flint River near Camilla. The town was a few miles away and his house sat way back off the road in the middle of his orchard. Just as he finished his drink, a bright pink Corvette slid to a halt in front of his porch. Out popped his niece, Audrey. He was always happy to see Audrey. Of all the nieces and nephews, she was his favorite. She bounded up the stairs onto the porch, plopped down on the swing beside him and gave him a big, wet smooch on the cheek. "Hi Uncle Harry! If you don't mind, I'm here for the weekend!" "You know you're welcome any time honey. Would you like something cold to drink?" "I'll have what you're having," she replied. "I'll go mix up a couple. Why don't you run your gear into the house while I mix?" "Okay sweetie," she replied retrieving her small suitcase from the car. By the time Harry brought the drinks out to the porch, she had settled in on the swing. "I've missed you so much Uncle Harry, but there was my divorce and the lawyers and court and I just couldn't get away." "Don't worry about it darlin'. You are here now and that's all that counts. Have you seen my new pool?" "A pool!" she squealed, "Oh I wish I had known! I didn't bring a swimming suit. Rats!" "Well, you could always skinny dip. We're a long way off the road and nobody ever comes down here." "But Uncle, you'll see me in my altogether. I'm a big girl now, not like when I was in school." Harry looked her over. She was five foot five and about a hundred and twenty pounds. Bright red hair, freckles and thirty six C boobs. Cuter than a bug's ear, she had it all. He wondered what kind of idiot she had married to let her get away. "Honey, I've seen big girls before. You don't think I'm going to rape you, do you?" "Oh no Uncle Harry. It's just that I'd be so embarrassed." "I can tell that you don't have anything to be embarrassed about. What are you worried about? You are drop dead gorgeous. Don't be embarrassed on my account!" "I'll think it over while I sip this julep. It's really good!" "Well baby girl, are you hungry? I was about to fix some lunch." "Great! What's cookin'?" "I've got some fresh biscuits and some rabbit stew. Are you up for it?" "Can I take a shower while you get it ready? I'm all sweaty from the road." "Suit yourself Audrey. I've got some sweet tea and some peach pie for dessert." "Wow! I won't be long," she said and she galloped into the farm house. Harry smiled and picked up the glasses, took them to the kitchen and washed them. He seldom had company and he couldn't think of anyone he'd rather see. He took the biscuits out of the oven just as she appeared in the dinette. All she had on was her bra and panties. "You're a little underdressed aren't you muffin?" "I've been thinking over that skinny dipping thing and I'm practicing to see how it would feel to have you see me scantily clad." "And how does it feel sweetheart?" "Surprisingly good. I may run around like this all the time!" "I swear girl, you may give me a heart attack. You are beautiful and well built too," Harry observed as he set the biscuits and stew on the table. He had a big pitcher of sweet tea. "Uncle Harry, this is five star restaurant quality food. You should have been a chef!" "Modesty prevents me from agreeing with you," Harry answered. She giggled and tucked into the meal. Harry watched her as she devoured two bowls of stew and six biscuits. "Damn baby, how long has it been since you ate?" "A couple of days. I was really worried with that divorce crap. You may as well know I told everyone I was going to Atlanta. None of them know I'm here," she slyly winked at him. "Do you want to skinny dip alone, or do you need some company?" "Uncle Harry you know that skinny dipping alone is no fun. But if I do it, you have to do it too!" "I'll be glad to swim with you, but when you see me, you may go screaming back to your mama." "Oh Uncle Harry, don't exaggerate. My ex had a big one. I'm sure yours won't make me cringe in fear. Come on, let's go test out your new pool!" Harry's new pool was huge. It was deep too. There was a diving board and a water slide. The water was crystal clear and bluish. "OOooo!" she squealed as she stripped off her bra and panties. She dove right in and glided to the other side. She turned around. "Come on Uncle! Don't be shy. C'mon and swim with me!" Harry stood on the pool apron and took his shorts off. Nine inches of soft cock flopped out against his leg. "Holy shit!" she gasped. "You were right. I might go screaming to mama." Harry dove in and glided over to her. She peered through the water trying to get a close up look at Harry's pecker. "Lookin' for fish?" Harry asked. "I think I'm looking for bait. How is it that you don't have a farm full of women lurking about?" "I go to a place in Atlanta every now and then. I don't need a herd of sluts screwing up my peace and quiet." "Well, you let me right in and got me naked. What about that?" "Are you a slut?" "No." "There you go." Harry and Audrey played and splashed in the warm water Harry noticed that she 'accidentally' kept brushing up against him. After the fifth time, he cornered her in the shallow end. Spinning her around, he pressed his big cock against her belly. "Is this what you're lookin, for darlin'?" "I uh....well... I ....was just....uh...damn! You've caught me. Of course that's what I was looking for." "So now that you've got it, what are you going to do with it?" "Let's get out of the pool and I'll show you what I'm going to do with it." Harry's cock only grew an inch from floppy to full hard, but it got a lot bigger around. She sat beside him on his bed and slowly reached for his dick. "Boy, it's a lot bigger than my ex. I've got to at least kiss it." "Go ahead hon, you're driving this bus." She grasped it firmly with both hands and lowered her lips to the head. She licked the end like a cat licking up milk and felt it swell a little more. Opening her mouth she inhaled as much of him as she could. When she had all she could take there was still room left for her hand. She ran her tongue around it and sucked hard on it. She kept sucking until her jaw got sore. "Oh damn that's good," Harry moaned . Harry got between her legs and licked her twat allowing lots of saliva to drizzle onto her. He nipped at her clit and she screamed a little, pushing her hips into the air. He scooted up her body and rammed his tongue in her mouth. Just as she started sucking his tongue he jammed his cock into her entrance. She looked into his eyes and said, "Fuck me Uncle. Right here, right now. Put that big ol' cock in me and fuck me hard!" Harry slipped it on into her. She was puffing and panting trying to adjust. She felt him bottom out in her cunt. "Now Uncle, fuck me hard and deep!" Harry pumped her fast and deep. She grunted every time he bottomed out. "Uh,uh,uh,uh," she moaned. "Oh god, you're so big. Stick it all the way in. I've never been this full." She shook rapidly on his rod and then she came, screaming and crying, "More, more, more!" He continued to fuck her hard. Soon she was ready to cum again. She felt him get erratic and start to shake. "I'm not protected, don't cum in me Uncle." "Too late!" he cried as he shot a tanker load of potent seed into her. She loved the feeling of his warm juice squirting into her but she knew it was dangerous. He was still pumping in and out of her. Her senses had fled as she rushed toward another orgasm. He came when she came, depositing more of his seed deep inside her. He rolled onto his side and watched as her pussy leaked his juice. "I don't want to be pregnant! What'll I do if I'm knocked up?" "You could stay here with me. I don't care if you're knocked up. I like babies. And, I may be falling in love with you." "Oh! Uncle! Did you just say you love me?" "Yup. I've always had a soft spot for you even when you were much younger. I never had any idea I could get into you like this!" "Well, if that's the way it is, I may as well confess that I had hoped I could just lay some pussy on you for a few days. I had no idea you felt this way! As soon as you are ready, let's do it again. Don't knock me up. Knock me clean out of my socks!" "You're gonna be my baby doll. I want you to stay. Have my baby and I'll love you forever." "What about our relatives? What'll they say when they find out?" "Fuck 'em. Let 'em get their own beautiful little pussy. You can be mine until you get tired of my miserable old body." "You're not old Uncle Harry. You're just right for me. At least I know I won't have to deal with a two timing son of a bitch anymore. Now, let's stop talking about it. Go ahead. Knock me up!" Don't Knock Selfcest "Alright, out with it. You don't seriously expect me to believe you flew halfway across the world just to deliver me fresh-baked cupcakes." Power Girl said it as she dabbed her lips with a napkin. "How'd you know!?" Supergirl demanded, flabbergasted. "Because no one does that. Except maybe Ms. Martian. She actually brought me some pretty gooey cookies last week." "That skank is so phony." "No she's not. Well, in the sense that she's a White Martian in greenface or whatever, yeah. But don't change the subject." Power Girl's apartment was underfurnished, but with enough space to make the decision look deliberate. One side of the walls stretched up in floor-to-ceiling one-way glass, that opened from the inside for a quick exit, and the rest of the walls similarly rose to open up a cavernous space for lazily hovering around. Kara kept grounded though, pacing as Power Girl sat cross-legged three meters above her, enjoying the way the sun caught her above the skyline's shadow. "So you're me, right?" Kara asked Karen—even their names were alike. "There are obvious differences," Karen said, eying Kara's breasts. They were well-sized, but not even noteworthy when in the same room with Karen's. "Have you ever... you know... with a girl?" "Are you asking me if I've ever eaten a woman out?" "No, no-no-no-no!" Kara shook her head fast enough to send her hair whipping around her. "I mean—any kind of romantic or, or sexual activity would count?" Karen pretended to think about it. "I believe the proper response would be 'why do you want to know?'" "Well, uh..." Kara wheedled her hands together. "Promise you won't tell anyone?" "I probably won't care, which is like the same thing." "Okay. I was wrestling with Wonder Girl at Titan Tower—you know, Cassie?" "I probably don't know, because there are like three Cassies in your little club, but go on." "Anyway, we were just doing some friendly sparring and she sorta rubbed up against me and it was..." Kara paused, as if Karen might like to interject, but her short-haired doppelganger was enjoying watching her squirm. "Intense," Kara finished nonchalantly. "She gave you a wettie?" Karen asked. "I wouldn't say that!" "Well, I would, so technically you would too." "Fine. I had a... wettie... situation. And that's never happened to me before, not during sparring! I mean, sure, when I watch that music video where One Direction gets their manscaping done..." "Too much information. Way too much." "But I've never gotten turned on by, like, Superboy, and he's really hot and we spar all the time!" "So you're gay?" Supergirl's eyes turned red with frustration. She turned away from Karen at the last moment, only vaporizing a footrest. "If anyone's gay, we'regay. So I just came here to check if we are. Gay." "That's a wasted trip. I go out with lots of guys." "You do?" Kara's eyes were quizzical. "Yeah, I'm a total stud!" "You are?" "I went out with Dr. Mid-Nite!" "Who?" "I know what you're doing?" Kara's eyes were completely wide. "Do you?" Karen landed. "Well, joke's on you, Mini-Me. I've made it with chicks. Big time." "Shut up!" "It's true. Wonder Woman? Tapped that. Black Canary? Hit it, quit it. Huntress? Two in the pink, one in the stink." "Buh-but-but that doesn't mean I'm some sort of omnisexual genital-devourer, does it?" Karen blew a tuft of hair out of her eyes. "Thanks, I was looking for a new Twitter handle. No, Kara, however this alternate universe thing works, we're probably no more alike than Sonny and Cher. You're probably gonna love dick. Won't be able to get enough of dick. Dick, dick, dick, all day and all night." "Can we leave Nightwing out of this!?" Supergirl cried. "Okay, alright, okay... we have to experiment. We should test this. We should have sex." "Well, that's very experimental of you," Karen commented dryly. "It wouldn't be that gay. We're the same person, after all. It'd just be... a touch gay. Like thinking your friend has a cute butt, or being a British actor." "So basically you're telling me that you want to have consequence-free, no-strings-attached, emotionless sex right now, on the floor even, for no real reason whatsoever?" Kara slapped her forehead. "Sorry, I didn't mean to imply you were slutty or anything?" "No, I totally am, and I'm totally up for that. I was just asking if we have time to get whipped cream?" "Karen! I said a little gay, not Republican congressman gay!" *** "Don't get the wrong idea!" Supergirl said in her most commanding tone, which made Karen feel a little like she had WALL-E as a dominatrix. "This isn't a lesbian thing! It's a social experiment... thing!" Power Girl had already stripped down to nothing but her cape, to be kept on just in case she needed something to cover herself with if fucking Lex Luthor picked then to attack in a green and purple battlesuit. It wouldn't be the first time that happened while she was getting her swerve on. Either he needed to attack her less or she needed to get her swerve on less, and one of those wasn't an option. "Alright, I'll try to rein in my lesbianism with Kryptonian mentalism. But promise to remind me who Jaime Murray is when we're done?" "That's good, you should joke. Because there is no romance to spoil because we're not gay mostly." Kara's brow furrowed. "Can they be funny jokes, though?" "You know what would be really gay?" Karen asked. "If we talked about our feelings and got comfortable and shit. Let's just fuck." "Okay, bring it." "You bring it. It's your un-testicle test. I've already had my lick-her license renewed." "Are you speaking in circus lingo?" "Just start touching me, a Twilight movie would get me off quicker than you." "Of course you don't like Twilight," Kara sneered, but obligingly pulled Karen's cape out of the way. Fully exposed, Power Girl's famous breasts swayed enticingly with each breath Karen took, and she wasn't even breathing deeply. Kara stared at them as if fighting a battle within herself. Karen gave a little hop that she could only blame on self-loathing. "Okay, on the good side," Kara began, still staring, "I'm not such a homophobe that I can't even stand the sight of another woman's nudity." "I can see it's a struggle for you to endure." "I should probably touch them, to see if that evokes any nausea in me." "You should probably shut up too." Kara gave her a fierce look, then almost petulantly squeezed Karen's breasts. Power Girl grinned. She quite liked getting some superstrength loving. Humans were nice, but sometimes it was like getting a rubdown when she wanted a deep-tissue massage. "Okay, wow, okay... those are real... okay." Karen rolled her eyes for what felt like the billionth time. "What could they possibly be made out of, Nth-metal?" "Maybe I should taste them, see if that does anything for me." "Be my guest." Karen quite liked superhuman tongues too. They just felt so much more... thorough than ordinary humans. Kara started at the left nipple, diamond-hard and just as shiny once Kara was done with it, and then descended one mountain and ascended the other. Karen's other nipple ended up feeling like a neutron star. Then Kara tried to reverse course and apparently she took a detour, because she ended up deep in Karen's cleavage (where there was admittedly ample room), seemingly trying to do everything possible that a mouth could do. "There may be some gay subtext to this," Karen commented. Kara didn't tear herself away from Karen's breasts to answer, but she did give Karen the finger, so that was something. Karen put her hand on top of Kara's pretty little head and pushed down hard enough to flatten a train car. "This doesn't prove anything; even straight women want my tits. Time to go lower." Kara ended up motorboating Karen's abs. "Well, I like these too, but what does that prove? Kon's are bigger." "My pussy, idiot. Lick it!" "Oh. Right." And she did. Karen most especially loved superhuman tongues in her cunt. *** Karen came. Again and again and again. Kara was a natural. There was no denying it. It was pretty much the only thing that could shut her up. And Kara was so into it that she didn't even look at Karen's breasts, just closed her eyes and licked... and licked, and licked. Karen tried to pull Karen's hands to her breasts, but Kara just pulled them right back and held onto Karen's ass as she ate her out. An ass-woman. There you go, differences between alternate-universe versions of the same woman. Karen just had to tweak her nipples herself. What a waste. Maybe next time, she would put in a call to that Wonder Girl Cassie Whoever to do that for her. Maybe several blissfully Lex-Luthor-battlesuit-free hours later, Kara's face emerged from Karen's cunt like an animal coming out of hibernation. She was dripping wet, bleary-eyed, almost robotic as she shoved Karen flat on the ground and mounted her face. Karen had always wondered what was under that red skirt. "I don't think that really proves anything one way or the other," Kara said weakly. "Think you could eat my pussy, just to be sure?" "Just to be absolutely certain," Karen confirmed. "And finger my ass too, so there's not even an iota of doubt." "Okey-dokey." "Wonder Girl might be stopping by to watch later, tell me if I look gay or not. I sent her a text." Karen could only shake her head. "I do love to pamper myself." "But right this moment, I think it's safe to say I'm a bit bicurious."