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Wonder Woman's Loving Authority update
🕑 Added 2016-11-03 16:36:21 +0000 UTC All those atheists who were so sure that they’d be bored in an eternal paradise would be proven wrong by Themyscira. There was always something to do. Even if you couldn’t think of something, there was someone who could, and they wouldn’t hesitate to ask you to lend a hand in some novel challenge.So it was that Eola had prevailed upon Dick and Kory. She was devoting one of her lifetimes—for by the standards of Man’s World, the Amazons had several—to art, and upon learning of Donna Troy’s photography, she wished to do similar work. Having some of Donna’s subjects on the island was too much for her to resist.
“The thing is, we don’t often get a chance to work with males,” Eola explained, unable to hide her chipper excitement over having enlisted the two for her task. “Few stay on the island for very long, and fewer still have learned our ways enough to set aside provincialism.”
“And Kory?” Dick asked.
“She has already embraced our ways in this by emigrating to Earth in the first place.”
Were Kory there, she would’ve beamed.
Eola led him further up the hill they were ascending, up stone steps embedded in the soil as if offered up by it, with no risers, just treads set at the appropriate intervals. At the top, there was an open-air pavilion of Corinthian design and Docimaean marble, narrow pillars setting aside a graceful awning of pure shade above, which fell with sunlight in equal measure upon the furniture within the circle of pillars.
It reminded Dick a little of a gazebo in Man’s World, though there, this would surely be a tourist attraction in its exquisite form to go with equally matched function.
It was also, Dick noted, the perfect place to watch a romantic sunset. Enjoy a picnic. Perhaps neck a little, if Amazons had the concept of ‘necking.’ Maybe they just did it in the street. He tried not to be too inquisitive about that sort of thing.
Were he not so impressed by the architecture, and so at ease in these surroundings, he would’ve noticed sooner the orbs that floated discreetly among the upper reaches of the pillars, as quiet as shadows. Eola noticed his suspicious regard of them.
“T-spheres?” he asked, noting her notice.
She nodded, respecting the brusqueness among warriors. “We’ve modified the design to suit our needs. They were near-perfect to begin with, but we have our ways.”
As one came out of the shadows and into the light, Dick saw what she meant. It was quite literally a crystal ball, completely translucent and correspondingly unobtrusive. It was only Dick’s heightened instincts, and their flagrant displaying of themselves, that had let him see them.
At first glance, it could appear the Amazons led most simple lives. But that was by choice, not by any deficit in their society. They had theorized and invented endlessly since their parting from Man’s World, and had voraciously consumed mankind’s technological advancements as soon as diplomacy and trade opened up with the rest of the world. The fact that they didn’t all drive cars or fly planes was because they didn’t want to, not because they were too primitive for such things.
The crystal balls were ample evidence of that. Mr. Terrific was a certified genius, but the Amazons had studied his tech and adapted it to their needs. Pacifistic, but Dick could imagine these undetectable cameras being very useful in monitoring invaders or patrolling the grounds.
“We of course know how seriously you take your privacy,” Eola said. “The orbs will capture your naturalistic interactions, allowing you to focus solely on each other, while any poses that catch the eye of our artisans will be automatically recorded so that she may interpret it into her medium of choice.”
Dick bobbed an eyebrow. As nice as a date with Kory while surrounded by an audience of appreciative, beautiful women sounded, it was a little intimidating. This sounded much less likely to give him… performance anxiety.
“So how would you like us to pose, exactly?” Dick asked.
Eola giggled, as if being asked a double entendre of a question—perfectly innocent, but slightly taboo. “Simply participate in one of your mating rituals. I’m sure a man such as yourself will have no problem making it highly… aesthetic.”
Dick fought the urge to raise his eyebrow again. “And then you’re going to… sculpt it?”
“Oh, I’m working in needlepoint at the moment. But if you’d like a statuette, Eustacia is—“
“That’s alright,” Dick said, holding up his hand. “The way I see it, a good mating ritual is its own reward.”
***
Kory came up to the pavilion with her rapunzelesque hair washed, conditioned, and curled by the Amazons into a mixture of a rose bun and knitted braid that somehow managed to contain her voluminous tresses in a crown that was perfectly suited to her wide-cheeked face. She must’ve actually trusted them to cut her hair, and the result was stunning.
Equally spectacular was what the seamstresses had come up for her to wear. It was skimpy enough for nude modeling in all but name, but substantial enough to pose a challenge reminiscent of the marble statues of Antonio Corradini, with their flowing robes of seeming translucence that were really the same marble as the figure they clothed.
Her dress was practically negligee. It belted about her waist, drawing a thong-like bottom in sweet tautness over her pubis, between her thighs, and up between her buttocks. Above the waist, it flowed in two steams up either side of her chest, leaving a wide swath of her front uncovered in a vee from the tips of her breasts to a narrowing just below her belly button.
Behind her, the flowing garment joined together into a breathy exhale down her strong back, its loose folds somehow making barely a crease as they lowered themselves down her supple skin. At the straps on her shoulders, strips of fabric descended her arms, attached to cuffs on her wrists. The ribbons running laxly from shoulders to wrist did even less to conceal her flesh than the rest of her clothing, but it added to the impression of overwhelming looseness, of her costume being one massive coincidence in covering her, that it would shift at any moment and reveal her.
Appropriate for such a warrior, and for such a princess, Kory’s body was a war being fought. There was the lush sexuality of it: her breasts so large they strained even the extravagant looseness of the garment, buoyant and full, translating every jiggle directly into the stretch of the cloth. Her ass, which so overwhelmed the narrow tangle of cloth delineating the split between one voluptuous cheek and the next, that only a bridal train of ribbons similar to those on her arms dangling from the back of her belt brought it close to propriety. She was a sexpot, a bombshell, a being of pure lust.
Then there was the force of her personality, which seemed the only thing that could rival the sheer fulsomeness of her physique. The joy she broadcast in her wide eyes. The open smile she displayed at the slightest cause. The vibrant physicality of her, full of excitement and energy, rendering an innocence onto even the most salacious movement. It gave Kory a wholesome quality, as if she were a farmgirl unaware of the effect her appearance had on others—though Dick knew firsthand that she had ample, abundant knowledge of her own sexuality. And quite enjoyed the effect it had on those she chose to share it with.
She didn’t strut. She deliberately walked as if she didn’t know the production her body made of every casual step. She knew her husband would be well pleased with her appearance, as he always was, but that her new dress would remind him of the exquisite surprise it had been, the first time she’d undressed for him. That was important, not to just present him with what he was used to as if it were an obligation for either one of them. They both had to show each other how it was both pleasure and privilege to be together.
As Dick would do for her oh so very soon.
Dick was reclining on one of the pavilion’s futons that, though metal resistant to inclement weather, was perfectly comfortable. He wore chinos and polo shirt, tight but not too small—his mood being that in such a rarefied environment, he should dress respectably, even if it was respectable for him and not necessarily for the locals. It was an effort Dick felt comfortable putting in.
“Well, what have we here?” he beamed as Kory walked proudly up to him, the loose bangs of her red hair resting on the fullness of her scantly covered breasts.
“Like it?” Kory asked haughtily, turning in a half-circle to let him feast his eyes on how the lace dress clung softly to her full curves.
“No wonder you’re a model.” Dick admired Kory—not just this new and exotic arrangement of her beauty, but the things he always loved. Her rich tan, her fiery hair framing her face and tapering down her cleavage. His manhood took no time at all in becoming excited.
Seeing her, he just had to shake his head. Those lucky girls, getting a film of Kory taking it off simply because they’d asked. And those poor bastards in the outside world, who were denied the same because of the massive backlash that would doubtlessly ensue, the horrible onslaught of thinkpieces and hate mail and evil comments and morality policework that would turn Kory’s simple nudity, her beauty, into a source of conflict.
He unbuttoned his polo shirt a little so the collar revealed some of the dark curls covering his chest. “So… how does Donna usually photograph you?”
“She thinks of what she wants to see from me and then I show it to her. What do you want me to show you, Dick?”
Dick’s head spun with lustful dreams of Kory, going directly to his brainstem like a shot of vodka. He imagined her nude and voluptuous on their bed, standing on the welcome mat of their home with the added zeal of publicly displaying herself, and stretching out on their couch with her full, golden breasts taut in their nakedness—the soft copper hair of her sex glistening in the light from the fireplace.
Of course, just looking at her now, like this, was a fantasy come to life. He groaned silently, feeling his prick ache with anticipating excitement.
“Would you like me to tell you how I’d like to see you?” Kory asked, a faraway look glazing her eyes. “You’re modeling for them too, of course.”
There was a pulsing hardness in Dick’s member, knowing she was picturing him naked.
Kory ran her hands up her body, through her hair, plucking a few strands down to run like violin strings over her face. She seemed to absorb the light of the receding sun, its reddish glow bright on her perfect skin as it slid toward the misty-hued hills on the horizon, slowly, as if lingering on the picture Kory made in bronze and ruby.
The crystal balls were buzzing over her like bees on a garden in bloom. “Why don’t you sit down?” Dick asked. “Show a little skin,” he suggested ironically.
Kory giggled, throwing her head back. One of the crystal balls passed between her and Dick, and he saw the shot of her pose in powerful clarity. They’d make masterpieces out of this. Out of her.
She sat down mock-primly, legs crossed, her side turned to Dick and to the cameras. He could see her flank, her thigh, her little bridal train tangled up in them.
“How about moving your ‘skirt’ up a little?” he suggested casually.
With a merry glow in her eyes, Kory pulled a finger up her thigh, trapping the ribbons and inching them up to leave her leg and asscheek completely exposed. “Do you think that will look alright?” Kory teased, knowing just how spectacular it looked, what passed for a skirt tucked lewdly around her waist, showing off her long golden thighs and the dark shadow of her sex within its covering.
Dick took a moment just to admire the smooth, firm muscle of her naked thighs as she sat almost nude from the hips down. The aching built steadily in his cock; he quickly rose from where he sat, trying to hide the rapidly growing erection.
“Lie back and put your legs slowly up on the futon,” he told her. “That’s it… now lean back, arch your spine so that your tits are nice and big…”
“My tits are always nice and big,” Kory said from her sexy pose. She beckoned to one of the crystal balls. “Over here, little one. Would you mind showing me, oh, the last image of me someone… freeze-framed?”
The ball floated down and, like its namesake, replaced the clear view of the environment on its other side with a view of Kory provocatively posed. She teasingly gasped, but very real crimson crept up her neck and enflamed her cheeks.
Donna had pictured her in such ways, but there was always something slightly distant in her Donna posed her. Like their relationship was more friendly than sexual, and that showed in the pictures, or that Donna saw her more in the aesthetic perfection of her body and less in sexual terms.
The way Dick saw her, to pose her in such a way—not just sexual, but inviting sex, and romance, and love. He saw her as calling out to be kissed, and Kory’s eyes refused to leave the image of herself through Dick’s vision.
She was stretched out on the futon, her firm and ripely quivering breasts straining against the thin fabric before it, nipples evident underneath… her lips glistening where she had moistened them with her tongue seconds earlier… her tanned legs and thighs were exposed in all their brilliant silkiness and there, under her crotch-band, shadowed and mysterious, the dark triangle of her womanhood waited as if knowing it would be fucked.
“You see me like that?” Kory asked.
“When I’m going to fuck you,” Dick replied huskily.
There was a steep intake of breath from Kory. A small, irrational tingling was growing between her thighs. She could tell her body was beginning to respond to the sex that had not yet begun. Already she could feel the excited hotness inside her, waiting to see what use Dick would put her to next. “Show me more. Of how you see me.”
“Get down on the floor,” he told her. A hoarse command: “Lie down and lean forward. Like I’m about to fuck you.”
“Dick!” Kory blurted, as if embarrassed. “Donna never talks to me like that!” Her eyes dropped to the huge bulge evident in his pants and her pussy grew hotter than before. “If only she would…”
Moving so as not to muss her hair, Kory lay down on her belly, supporting herself on folded arms, leaning forward so that the full expanse of her hugely billowing tits was in view. With the chill of the stone brushing her naked calves and thighs, Kory realized that she was becoming even more excited, her nipples rising into tantalizing hardness as if to brush against the hard stone themselves.
“Looks like somebody wants to come out and play.” Dick fingered the straps of her outfit, the electric contact as he brushed against her hotly trembling skin making her gasp for real. “Those definitely deserve to be immortalized.”
Bending over her, Dick couldn’t help but run his tongue over the length of her swan-like neck to the gold-hued cleavage he was about to fully reveal. Kory’s sultry mouth pouted, loving the feeling but hating to wait.
“You missed,” she told him, and herself pulled either half of the ridiculously low-cut costume apart, allowing the sheer overpowering roundness of her breasts to bounce into view, quivering with even the slight violence of their unveiling. Her already hardening nipples grazed the veining of the chilly marble, ironically adding to her heated lust. She could heat Dick’s deep breathing as he gazed down with well-fed eyes on the tender, uncovered nipples, nearly lost in the crush of her breasts upon the floor.
Dick put the fingers of his right hand—the ones so evocatively outlined in blue when he was in costume—under her chin and, speechless, raised her face to his. He was crouched down over her, and Kory had to push herself up on her arms to keep up with Dick’s silent demand of her. Her lower body pressed tight to the floor, burning cunt kissing frozen marble, she lifted her chest up into the air, displaying her bountiful breasts to the crystal balls that crowded in, recording the submission and sharing of her body, the enslavement of Dick’s addiction to her, how she gave of herself and he received and gave back and took still more, all in the meeting of their eyes.
She was a vision: the flimsy white serving as teasing cover to her sweet, tempting sex, her huge sensuous breasts only kept from full exposure by the tapering coils of hair that fell down over them,
He moved in and kissed her, but he’d barely begun to pour fuel on the fire of her lips when he bent his head down to her exposed breasts. She was surprised by how gentle his lips felt on her engorged nipple, after the crucible of how he’d kissed her, but his sucking soon grew violently hard, almost bruising her tender flesh in his hunger for her. He opened his mouth wider and sucked her areola into it; Kory felt the shock of pleasure all the way down to her toes. She closed her legs together as her pussy throbbed against the pressure.
He moved his lips to her other tit, making her squirm with pleasure, then groan in frustration as he abandoned that nipple with less than half the time he’d spent on the other. He kissed down her ribcage instead, each rib in turn, all five of them, brushed his wet lips down her belly, sucked at the first hairs of her pubic region, his forehead low to the ground as if he were bowing to her.
At first Kory thought he was going to tongue her cunt—hoping for it desperately because she couldn’t control herself now. But he didn’t. She stopped him, her buttocks clenching as she subtly humped against the coolly unyielding ground.
“Take your hard cock out,” she told him, her words drawling with lust. “Jerk off for me. Come all over me. Show all these other women what’s mine.”
Actually groaning, Dick stood up, unzipped, drew himself out of his scabbard. Kory reached out and turned him so that the sun shone directly on his swollen manhood. She wanted everyone to get a good hard look. Herself included.
Dick stared into the soft valley between her tits and his hand abruptly stroked his cock, foreskin peeling back from the smooth, purpling cockhead.
“Squeeze,” she prompted him. “Run your cock through your fist. Yes… mmmm… that’s exactly right. Show me how you like to be touch. I need to know for later…”
Dick grinned and stroked a little faster. His free hand pulled his shirt up over his belly and he tilted his hips so he could look down and see every inch of his rigid cock jutting out from his body. A crystal ball at his shoulder had the same view.
His nimble thumb swirled over his cockhead, getting it wet with his precum. It glistened in the fading sunlight. He jerked his cock furiously. Kory stared, lost in it, tilting her head one way and another to see his flying fist from new angles.
“Can’t hold out much longer… gonna come… feels so damn hot in my fist… burn you if you held it… think anyone’s gonna paint how it looks when I go off?”
“I will,” Kory said. “That’s what I’ll tell them. Really, I’ll just want to look at it. See how you used to jerk off to me before you realized you could just fuck me. Skin it back even farther. Show me how red it’s getting.”
“Yeah,” Dick muttered. “Yeah, yeah, oh shit!”
He jerked vigorously, watched his rigid cock swell up and shoot long jets of white into the air. Kory closed her eyes despite the spectacle, preferring the feel of it lashing across her face anyway, and knowing she’d be able to watch their little sex tape later. She’d watch his flaming cock slowly trembling down until it swung low over and over again, until she could count every drip it made on the floor.
For now, it was still swollen and thick. When she opened her eyes, two gems of green in a face of white, it was throbbing.
“Donna doesn’t do that either,” Kory said before sticking her tongue out and licking her lips. Enough of his seed had landed on them to give her a nice big taste. “I’ve really been missing out…”
“Perhaps many of us have,” a clear voice rang out. It was dignified but not unamused, warm but perhaps not inviting. Like Diana’s, but a little sterner, a little more confident, a little more withheld.
Hippolyta was watching Dick as he ejaculated all over Kory’s face.
“Your majesty,” Dick said, wanting to fall to his knees in salute, but feeling a bit silly at the prospect when his cock was hanging out. Like many men, he didn’t do his best thinking when he’d just had an orgasm, especially the kind Kory took credit for.
Kory, on the other hand, showed absolutely no shame in being covered in cum as she greeted royalty. “Queen Hippolyta,” she said, inclining her head slightly, causing a sizable dollop of cum to fall from her face. It made a plop when it hit the ground.
“Thank you both of you for volunteering your time and displaying your intimacy for the benefit of the artists among us,” Hippolyta said, herself entirely without irony. “I realize how difficult such things can be in your cultures, but it will advance our art by decades. And not having to worry about a god taking such an invitation as an opportunity for something more is quite the blessing.” She allowed herself a little irony there.
“Happy to help,” Dick said, unable to think of anything else to say.
“I can see that,” Hippolyta replied. A little more irony. “I do hate to interrupt, but I think sufficient material has been gleaned for one day.” Her eyes traced over Kory’s face as a clinging strand of cum dangled from her chin. “Yes. More than sufficient. Koriand’r, Cassandra Sandsmark has arrived on the island. She and Donna are ready to begin.”
“Wonderful!” Kory enthused. She reached out to lightly touch Dick’s arm. “We’ll pick this up later.”
The dangling cum broke loose of her chin with another plop. Then she flew off.
Dick shrugged inwardly. Cock-blocked by the Queen of the Amazons. How horribly apropos. “I guess I’ll be moseying along now,” Dick said, having still been unable to think of anything to say, but saying something anyway.
“Actually, I would have some more material from you. The sculptors have complained that, while Koriand’r was aptly displayed, you yourself have made your physique much harder to discern. Please, disrobe fully so they can better continue their work.”
When Amazon queens told him to get naked, Dick tended to go along with it. “Alright,” he said, pulling his shirt off. “But I have to warn you, if you’re hoping to sculpt every, err, inch of me, it’s gonna take a while for those inches to be on display. Again. So to speak.”
“That won’t be a problem,” Hippolyta said, and turned her head upward. “Help. Supergirl.”
***
“Hi Cassie!” Kory said, tackling Cassie in flight, effectively hoisting her off the ground and carrying her off in a mobile, mid-air hug. “It’s so wonderful to see you! Oh, we thought you’d never finish her Amazon training!”
“We?” Cassie asked wryly, noting that Kory’s glomp had somewhat left Donna in the dust.
In fact, to catch up with them, Donna had taken off so fast that she’d splintered the plank she was standing on atop the dock. The crew of the boat that had brought Cassie ashore—not to mention Jason Todd—were only aware of this when the wooden fragments splashed into the sea. By then, Donna was miles away, catching up to Kory and Cassie.
“Donna!” Kory said, breaking off from her exuberant kiss with Cassie, the two wrapped up in each other thousands of feet off the ground. “And so lovely to have you back as well!”
She extended her arms for a hug, dropping Cassie, who plummeted several feet before exerting her own flight ability to float up with the other two. They had already embraced.
“What’s that smell?” Donna asked, pulling away. “And why’s your face sticky?”
“I’ll give you a hint,” Kory said, and shared the taste of her latest feast as she had with Cassie, a long kiss that left no doubt in Donna as to what she had been doing and no doubt either as to what she would be doing next.
“Cassie!” Donna said, as if in weak protest as Kory began to strip her. “Care to join us?”
“Or to watch?” Kory ventured, pulling away Donna’s top from her with voyeuristic aplomb. Cassie was indeed mesmerized by Donna’s exposed breasts.
“I… I don’t want to watch,” Cassie said hesitantly. Nervously. But willingly.
Kory licked her lips. The taste of Dick lingered. But there were other tastes, just as pleasant, to wash it down with. “Come along then. You came to Themyscira to learn. And we have much to teach you.”
***
Dick gazed down at Kara tiredly, barely aware of what she was saying. He felt as though he could sleep for a week. He felt totally drained, all the energy sucked from him. His chin fell forward onto his chest and a trickle of sweat ran down his temple.
"Don’t you believe me? I said I can get you hard and make you come again no problem. " Kara persisted, looking him in the eye. "What do you say?"
“Sorry, but I don’t think I’ll ever come again,” Dick said, barely able to lift his legs up onto the futon with him. “You’re welcome to try, but I’m dry as a bone…”
“You said you could do it again with Kory. Not that I was listening, I mean, I overhear things sometimes…”
“That was Kory. No offense but, uh, you’re not Kory…”
That was enough of a challenge for Kara. She dipped down her head, took him between her lips again, and began working her mouth on his emptied prick like she had a deadline to meet. Her hand shucked his cock up and down in a vise-like grip, her fingers no more than a damp blur of motion. His balls jogged helplessly beneath.
Dick gripped the edges of the futon tightly, forcing the knuckles to turn white. Sweat ran down his face in steady rivulets. “God! You know there’s only so much I can take, right?”
But the girl from Krypton was aroused. She sucked and pumped on him, refusing to let him stay soft. His cock soared in her fist, its purple crown glowing darkly. If she let up for a minute, he'd go limp. She couldn't afford to ease up for a second.
Dick sank back in his seat, not resisting. What was the use? He was too tired. She'd soon see. It was impossible he’d stay hard for much longer. No one could come after having been drained like he'd just been drained. There was nothing left to give.
But why wasn't he softening? Why was he staying hard in her fist? It must be her mouth. She was sucking him still, that had to be it. As soon as she took her mouth off him, he'd wilt like a thirsty plant.
With a confidence that surprised him, Kara raised her mouth off his semi-hard cock. She stared at him briefly, her hand pumping his prick roughly. Then she paused, glared at his prick, and pulled his cock towards her. As Dick watched in fascination, she began slowly rubbing the cockhead into her face, smearing his jism back and forth across her fresh-faced features.
He groaned deeply. God, to think that Superman’s cousin was doing that, rubbing his cock in her face, rubbing his cum in her face. Up and down, to the left and to the right, Kara tilted his prick, plowing cooled layers of jism into her cheeks, over her nose and into her eyelashes. The girl had no shame! She'd do anything!
"Isn't that nice?" she queried sweetly. "Isn't it nice to watch me rubbing your cock into my pretty face? Don't you like the way your jism squishes all over? You can tell me if you don’t!"
Dick moaned, noting that though his cock was free of her mouth, his prick was still hard as stone, still looming up in her fist like a baseball bat. Okay, maybe she had a little Kory in her after all.
“So, Dick,” she said, with a giggly glance at his namesake in her hand. “I think it’s only fair that, if I get you hard, I get to enjoy you being hard, y’know? Maybe just… like you did with Kory? I know you don’t have a lot left, but I’ll take whatever you have! Please, Dick. Please come on my face?”
***
Kory and Donna crawled on their hands and knees to Cassie, one on each side, and she fell back onto the bed as if prostrating herself before them. The two girls swarmed all over Cassie. Each one started sucking on a thrusting tit, each nipple jumped to attention immediately, and as the hands roamed all over her body, Cassie did some caressing of her own.
She fondled Kory's big tits, and Donna's smaller mounds. She didn't know which girl probed her cunt with a finger first, but Donna was the first to kiss her on the mouth. She returned the kiss just as passionately as it was given. She was hunching along with a second probing finger when Donna made way for Kory to meet her lips. Cassie enjoyed Kory's tongue-lashing kiss just as much, and thrilled to the touch of Donna's tongue when it replaced the finger that'd been flicking her stiffened clit.
With Donna going down on Cassie, Kory buried Cassie in her throbbing breasts. Cassie tugged insistently and managed to get a goodly portion of one of Kory's big teats into her sucking mouth.
Donna didn't lap and suck Cassie's sensitive clitoris long enough to make her come. She pulled her mouth and tongue from Cassie's steaming sex and licked her way back up along Cassie's squirming body. Kory pulled her tit from Cassie's greedy mouth and met Donna near Cassie's belly button.
They kissed, then took turns jabbing their tongues into the shallow navel. Cassie arched her back demandingly. Donna crawled up and gave Cassie a stiffly tipped breast to suck; Kory went on down and began kissing and licking Cassie's inner thighs.
When Kory began licking Cassie's labia lips, Donna pulled her tit from Cassie's mouth and moved until she was straddling Cassie's head. Cassie grabbed Donna's buttocks and pulled the dark-furred cunt to her mouth. Just as Kory slithered her tongue into Cassie's sex, Cassie snaked into Donna's hot, wet, fluttering pussy.
Kory's lapping tongue went to Cassie's button, then her lips clamped around the sensitive bud. Cassie stopped licking Donna’s inner folds and went to the erect clit. She tongued the hard nub, then got her lips in on the action. Cassie soon spasmed under Kory's lavish oral attentions, and seconds later Donna climaxed. Cassie swallowed Donna's salty-sweet joy just as greedily as she could feel Kory swallowing hers.
Donna and Kory quickly switched around. Cassie went at Kory's succulent cunt just as hungrily as she'd gone at Donna's, and as hungrily as Donna was going at hers. Kory climaxed seconds after Cassie made contact with her blood-engorged clitoris. Cassie swallowed the liquid satisfaction with gusto.
It took longer for Cassie to come. While Donna labored furiously, Kory lifted her wet pussy from Cassie's mouth and got in a position where she and Cassie could lash their tongues together. After Cassie had an intense orgasm under Donna's expert lapping and sucking, the three of them rested.
“What… was that training… supposed to teach me?” Cassie panted.
“Nothing,” Kory replied.
“We were just welcoming you to Paradise Island,” Donna said.
