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🕑 Added 2016-12-11 23:54:34 +0000 UTC The assignment was dumb in the first place. Police reports had accused Catwoman of kidnapping someone. Even at her most criminal, she had no interest in ransoms. Besides which, the man was an average citizen, just some guy with no vast fortune to pay for his release. The whole thing was clearly bunk.But the guy had gone missing and someone in a catsuit had been caught on camera, so it was enough for Bruce to put her on it. A sign he didn’t trust her, throwing her this nonsense assignment, a snipe hunt, a wild goose chase…
Barbara hit the pavement, checking her usual bugs and wiretaps, as well as dropping in on a few stooges, but no one had heard anything about Catwoman planning a job, and Selina’s usual hideouts and contacts were all dried up. But Barbara kept at it.
The break came, of all places, from one of a few fetishistic meta-watcher websites she monitored. People who got off on catching a sighting of Batman or Superman. There was a recent post mentioning Catwoman in Old Gotham. Barbara went to check it out. It wasn’t Selina’s usual stalking ground, but she quickly narrowed down the possibilities of where a wanted felon and potential hostage-taker would go to ground.
Arlington Hotel, between owners and momentarily condemned due to a fire, but habitable and the lights still worked. Was it possible Selina would pull some sort of target-of-opportunity job just because she could use this as a hideout?
Batgirl checked it out. She was scanning it with her binoculars when she caught a glimpse of something swinging from a de-cel cord, coming down smoothly on the rooftop. Batgirl zoomed in, just quick enough to catch a glimpse of a female form in motion before she’d disappeared behind the parapets that Barbara’s vantage point denied her a perspective on.
The glimpse she’d gotten had been… tantalizing. This woman wore black vinyl, but tighter and thinner than Catwoman’s armored costume had ever been. It flowed and caressed the ample curves of an athletic, voluptuous body, showing off every inch of an impossibly magnificent physique. Her zipper was undone to her waist, unleashing a blatant expanse of flesh, including two mountains of cleavage that Selina couldn’t possibly have unless she’d seen a plastic surgeon. And from the way they jiggled, seeming totally unencumbered in the suit but stopping just short of revealing more of themselves than was on display already, it would have to be a very good plastic surgeon.
Batgirl fired off a grappling line and was quick to pull herself up to the roof. Luckily, it had been raining recently. When the woman went down the roof access stairs, she left footprints.
When that wore out, Barbara traced her by the smell of ozone, the traces of her light steps on the carpeting. She followed her to a penthouse suite.
The room was dark when Batgirl entered it, but her cowl goggles made it as clear as swimming a few feet underwater in a green ocean. Until something arced out of the darkness, hitting her cowl and shorting out the nightvision. Barbara threw herself backward, back into the hallway. She retracted the lenses from her mask’s eyeholes and reached up to the armor plating that held her computerized gear. What she pulled out was halfway between a shuriken and a cat’s claw. Selina was definitely playing rougher than usual. If it was her.
Barbara threw herself against the doorframe, reaching in and slapping the light switch on. Light spilled out into the dark hallway, casting a dim, irregular patch across the floor. Seeing that made the gloominess seem surprisingly unrelieved. Barbara’s stomach gripped tensely and her mouth grew very dry. Despite herself, she found the darkness disconcerting and sinister.
“Shut off the light,” came a voice, soft and sensual, from inside the room. It was not Selina’s.
“What have you done with Peter Parker?” Barbara demanded, as gruffly as possible.
“Turn off the light and I’ll tell you. Or are you afraid of the dark?”
Barbara thought it over. She was Batgirl. The night was supposed to be her ally. She couldn’t cling to the light like a scared child. And, if this other Catwoman had nightvision goggles, she could use the request to her advantage.
“You’ve got it,” Barbara said, and threw the switch again, plunging the room into darkness. At the same time, she dashed inside, throwing herself behind a sofa. “Now where is he?”
“Somewhere safe and sound,” the woman laughed gently. “Thank you for turning the lights off. This is one thing we don’t need to see to enjoy.”
Barbara’s breathing was shallow and rapid. “You said you would tell me what you did to him.”
“How about a surprise instead?”
“Who are you?” Barbara demanded, desperate to steer the conversation her way.
“Not the one cowering behind a sofa, I’ll tell you that much. Oh, well, I suppose there’s no harm in telling you. My name’s Felicia Hardy.”
Barbara’s palms were sweating and more wetness was dripping down her back, making her costume stick to her. “Hate to tell you this, Felicia, but someone came to the party dressed in the same outfit as you.”
“Yes, well, I won’t be here long. Just stopped by to pick something up.”
“Peter Parker? Why?”
“I need a hot date for Friday night. Come on over. Don’t you want your surprise?”
Barbara felt faintly dizzy, disoriented. Something about this woman’s voice was so confident, masterful—no more cocky than Selina, but her unfamiliarity made her more disconcerting than Catwoman. And the way she spoke, the words she used, so sultry and loving, made Barbara sympathize with Bruce. This was the way Selina talked to him. Only to him…
Felicia moaned.
The sound stabbed into Barbara as if it were a knife, piercing her most secret thoughts. A spasm of raw sexual energy surged through her body, almost immobilizing her. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to calm her shaken nerves. Slowly, slowly, she reopened her eyes, fluttering her lashes several times as she blinked. For a moment she peaked out, staring into the darkness, trying to see Felicia on the bed. Her heart clutched as she thought she could make out a shape, a silhouette that was blacker than the darkness, but pale gray in the middle—those bountiful breasts again, and their white fur trim. But then she couldn’t be sure. An instant later she did see something—a point of light, flickering feebly, stationary, and then moving.
“Are you smoking?” Barbara asked.
“Among other things. Can you smell it?”
Listening closely, Barbara thought she could hear a sound—sticky, wet, the sound of movement, of flesh pressing into flesh.
“I can see the ash,” Barbara answered.
The cigarette tip moved again, then stopped, about where Barbara imagined Felicia’s mouth to be. For a single, flickering moment the ember glowed brighter, casting out a flat, dull light, like a smudge of pale illumination spreading across the pitch-black room. With a spectral mistiness, the delicate softness of the other woman's face appeared briefly, aid then was gone.
Felicia exhaled. Then she moaned again, a little louder, with somewhat more breathless passion than before. There was no doubt in Barbara's mind what was happening.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“I’m enjoying myself,” Felicia replied.
Barbara tried to remember her face, as she'd seen it on the rooftop. There were only the most general characteristics. Long platinum hair, shockingly warm eyes of green, pale milk-colored complexion, so delicate it seemed translucent. The stunning loveliness of her features, and the firm, supple fullness of her body remained only as an impression at the edges of her thoughts, as a mood, a feeling, as the stirring it had evoked in her loins. She tried to imagine that face twisting into pleasure, that body naked…
A flush of shame, of pure lust, made Barbara's cheeks hot, and she found herself thankful for the darkness.
"Follow the sound of my voice," Felicia urged, her fingers moving, stroking. Intuitively she could sense the conflict tearing at Barbara, and she knew she needed to be coaxed and reassured. She smiled, and then consciously tried to put that smile into the tone of her voice. "I'm sitting on the bed."
"I'm coming."
Barbara moved toward the bed, guided by Felicia’s soft sighs. The thick pile of the rug made her booted approach perfectly silent. Only her cape rustled, lightly, coolly against her thighs, shooting shivers of forbidden delight up through her flesh, stabbing into her cunt. The crotch of her panties was soaked through, and wetness leaked down the insides of her legs.
It's really happening, she thought, shaking her head numbly. My God. It's finally going to happen!
"Ah," said Felicia, "there you are."
"You can see me?" Barbara peered into the curtain of night stretched before her, her eyelids squinted almost shut as she strained to see.
"Oh, yes. A cat’s eyes are best in the dark." She laughed. "Come straight ahead, Barbara. I want to give you your surprise."
Barbara shuddered. She'd guessed what it was.
And then she could see Felicia, and she stopped dead in her tracks, more stunned than surprised. Obviously, she'd only guessed half her surprise. Indeed, Felicia was masturbating; but she was also stark naked.
Barbara watched her touch herself. Felicia was leaning against the headboard, her cigarette burning in the ashtray. Her breasts were firm and magnificently shaped, with long brown nipples located at the center of perfectly round aureoles. In contrast to her flat, pinched stomach, her hips and ass were full and rounded. Her thighs were spread wide apart, and she was rubbing her silvery-haired pussy, two fingers buried in her slit as she fingered herself. She was smiling.
"Surprise."
***
Gwen Stacy clung to the wall outside the apartment. She couldn’t see anyone else, couldn’t hear anything, but she could guess that Felicia was talking to herself. Sputtering the same filthy limericks she used to seduce most of her targets. So she got off on them herself. It didn’t surprise Gwen.
She’d been surprised when Madame Web had informed her of a Felicia Hardy traveling between dimensions, coming to an alternate universe whose brand of heroes was far different from any that either of them had ever known. Why would any Felicia want with another universe? The one in Gwen’s dimension, dating her Peter Parker, would find it cheating to slip off to another universe to steal something. Like forging a copy instead of swiping it honestly.
But, hers was not to reason why. Hers was just to catch up to Felicia-1137 or whatever and drag her back to her proper dimension, clearing up the favor she owed to Web. And she was just about to burst through the window and go all Spider-Gwen on Felicia when she saw the object Felicia picked up.
She recognized the object in Felicia's hand. She had one just like it at home. Then Gwen clamped one hand tightly to her mouth. She had to be careful not to make any noise. Even if she couldn’t hear Felicia, that didn’t mean Felicia couldn’t hear her.
She had to admit, she was fascinated by the sexy cat burglar. At first she had been horrified by her lewd thoughts, always centering on Felicia’s lush body and the candid looks she got on her eye. But as the hunt continued, the feelings had become so strong that she couldn’t ignore them any longer. Now, having finally caught up to Felicia, only to be confronted with the most blatant display of what she herself desired, she just had to see for herself. See everything.
Gwen watched with fascination as Felicia opened a bottle of lotion. She could see the creamy pink lotion seeping down into Felicia's cunt and running down to her tiny, puckered asshole.
Gwen gasped in excitement. Her hand dropped to her own flooding cunt and palmed the slick, hot labia. She let out another anguished moan as Felicia guided the head of the vibrator into the mouth of her pussy. Felicia gave a thrust that wedged the plastic cock right up inside her cunt, almost burying it in her needy sex. Gwen trembled, just watching the scene in front of her.
Felicia threw her head back and rammed her pussy again and again. Gwen could see the juices boil up and froth around the edges of the slim vibrator as Felicia jammed it again and again into her glistening hot cunt. Gwen's hand moved caressingly on her own pussy as she sensed Felicia's excitement intensify.
Felicia's head was hanging to one side and her eyes were glazed with passion. Her little pink tongue licked her lips eagerly and Gwen almost came right then, as she thought of that very same tongue lapping at her pussy. Felicia was using one hand to tweak and pinch her long, pink nipples. The other hand was ramming the vibrator into her flooding pussy. Gwen could see the long plastic prick hover for a moment on the very brink of Felicia's hole and then surge forward as she slammed it home, again and again.
Gwen was panting just as hard as Felicia was.
Their tits heaved in perfect rhythm as they both thrilled to their separate delights. Gwen shuddered and her fingers moved even faster. She rubbed the hard little nub of her clit with her flat palm. She could feel her pussy twitch and throb. She was aching to come, but she forced herself to wait, pacing her excitement to Felicia's. It was agonizing, but she wanted to climax at the exact instant Felicia did. She could hear Felicia groan and squeal softly. Her creamy juices gushed forth from her honeyed pink. She rolled her head wildly from side to side as she gripped the whirring vibrator tightly in her snug, hot pussy.
Felicia battered and assaulted her open pussy. Her wet, burning snatch was stretched open by the whirring plastic vibrator. Gwen knew that she could have shouted and thrown rocks against the window and Felicia wouldn't have even blinked. The Black Cat was completely intent on getting herself off!
Felicia's legs tensed suddenly, and then trembled like leaves in a storm. She plunged the vibrator fiercely in the fiery depths of her body. She rammed it home so hard that it sank completely out of sight in her throbbing, grasping cunt. Spasm after spasm of pleasure shot through her body as the hard plastic vibrator sank out of sight inside her.
Felicia squealed shrilly and her face contorted with pleasure. The vibrator whirred away softly as she began to come, twisting and writhing in ecstasy.
Gwen sank three fingers into her pussy and felt her own climax rip through her tortured body. Her gasps of joy filled the warm fall air. Next time, she was going to be right there beside Felicia's lovely, lush body, giving her much more pleasure than that silly plastic vibrator ever could. She would show Felicia how her hot, smooth tongue could lick and slurp her little hard clit and dip into her steamy hot cunt. She would show Felicia that no one could get her off better than the amazing Spider-Woman.
Her fantasies were interrupted as a bolo flew from outside her range of vision, capturing Felicia’s arms against her body so that the vibrator fell from her hand, landed on the bed, and rolled down onto the floor with a helpless, defeated trill.
All of a sudden, Gwen remembered where she was and what she was doing.
***
“That’s enough of that!” Barbara declared, struggling to control her breathing. She couldn’t believe she’d let Felicia masturbate to completion in front of her, watching the whole time, but Felicia’s orgasm—her very clearly obviously real orgasm—had been prompt enough for her to get off her ass and apprehend the criminal. If anyone asked, she’d just say she was exercising compassion. No one liked to be interrupted in the middle of business, after all.
“Mmmm, shame,” Felicia said. “And you’re a redhead too. I like redheads.”
“You’re coming with me,” Barbara said, pressing on despite belatedly realizing what she’d said. “Maybe after you sweat a little, you’ll be more forthcoming about Peter Parker’s whereabouts.”
Felicia grinned. “Aren’t you going to search me for clues? Who knows what I have on me--or in me?”
Gwen came in through the window, firing a webline into Barbara. She held onto it tightly, momentarily jerking Barbara off-balance. “Hold it! One bad thought and I’ll see how you look on the ceiling! I don’t know what kinky game you’re playing with Arena Rock here, but I’m taking her home.”
Barbara drew a Batarang from her utility belt, smoothly severing the webbing. “Keep that weird stuff off of me! And she’s going to jail for kidnapping, so you can just practice your jealous girlfriend routine with someone else.”
“Jealous girlfriend!?”
“’Kinky game’?” Barbara retorted.
“Ladies,” Felicia said, “ladies.” She shrugged off the bolo with a little shimmy of her body. “There’s no reason to fight over me. You were both enjoying the show, weren’t you? Why don’t we pick up where we left off—with a little help from the audience?”
Barbara glanced at Gwen. Gwen glanced back at her. They were smart people—quick to realize the other was a fellow vigilante and not Felicia’s ally. Which made them each embarrassingly aware of their own arousal, wondering what the other must be thinking of how clearly turned on she was by Felicia’s sordid display.
“I wasn’t—“ Barbara began hurriedly.
“I would never!” Gwen continued.
Barbara was so aghast, her protests aimed at Gwen, that she didn’t even notice the sneak thief coming up beside her, sliding her hand beneath her utility belt, finding the soft, pantied mound of her sex.
“You wouldn’t,” Felicia smiled, “but this would. Feels so wet. Did you play with it on the way over or is it just like that?”
“You bitch!” Barbara gurgled.
“If I’m the bitch, why are you spreading your legs to me?” Felicia turned her gaze to Gwen. “She really is wet. Feel.”
Gwen helplessly stepped closer, holding her dewy lips up, shivering. With her left hand, Felicia tugged Gwen’s mask up her face. Gwen moaned in distress as it crested her nose, but then Felicia released it, preserving Gwen’s identity. She took the opened, eager lips, her left arm now around Gwen’s tiny waist, her hand slipping down between Gwen’s buttocks. Gwen took Felicia’s tongue and hunched her ass into Felicia’s touch.
“I can’t believe it…” Barbara moaned, almost speaking more to herself than them.
Felicia brought her hand up from Barbara’s sex, stroking her warm, wet fingers over Barbara’s face, into her hair. “Why bother pretending you don’t want this? Isn’t it obvious the rest of us do? There’s no shame in that. We all want it. Me, you, and…”
She pulled Gwen in with her other hand, pressing her body to Barbara’s. The two kissed almost helplessly, the contact automatic at first, instinctive, then growing into conscious, deliberate acceptance. Their hands trailing along each other’s bodies, their tongues meeting one another, their eyes closing in total acceptance of their feelings.
“Her,” Felicia finished, easing the conjoined women to the bed. As soon as their legs touched its mattress, the two women lowered themselves to it, their kiss unbroken. They relaxed into one another’s touch as much as they did the bed.
Felicia sat down on the foot of the bed, watching Barbara undress Gwen, Gwen undressing Barbara. I knew they’d eat this up, she thought, twisting to face them, one leg folded and the other falling so they could see her cunt and the tip of her aching clit.
“Aren’t you going to join in?” Gwen asked. She let her soft, pretty thighs spread invitingly before Felicia’s gaze. Her dark, tempting nipples were stiffening.
Barbara squirmed lazily, combing her fingers through her long, sexy mane. Even if she couldn’t quite say so, it was clear she was thinking the same thing.
“Oh, I will,” Felicia smiled. “Why don’t you two have a little fun first? I’d hate to dominate the proceedings first thing…”
Barbara gazed down at Gwen’s pretty, reddened cunt. She scooted closer to her. “Dominate?”
“After you’ve played around a bit, I’ll finish you off. But until then, you two get acquainted. It can be very fun, not knowing quite what to do, just… exploring.”
Gwen shivered, reaching down to Barbara’s utility belt and opening it. Barbara did the same, prying her nimble fingers under Gwen’s waistband. Together, they dragged each other’s bottoms down their hips and off their legs. As they crouched down to draw the pants off their calves, their heads bumped together. They both giggled, Felicia joining in, her laughter rich and deep.
“I know this is kinda slutty,” Gwen said, “but I’m not so slutty that I’d make it with someone and not know their name.”
“Yeah,” Barbara agreed, sobering, her eyes briefly snatching at the blonde muff between Gwen’s legs before looking up into her eyes. “Masks on?”
“Masks on,” Gwen agreed, hers still perched over her nose.
“I’m Barbara.”
“Gwen.”
“Nice to meet you, Gwen.”
“Nice to meet you, Barbara.”
Gwen slid her left arm across Barbara’s creamy shoulders. Although she was younger, Gwen wanted Babs to start the play. With her first girlfriend, she had been the passive one, letting Mary Jane do most of the work. Well, she was a big girl now, she had lost her cherry, and as fascinating as Felicia was, Barbara had her own kind of indolent allure.
She pressed her ass in closer to Barbara’s velvety flesh and lifted her right hand to the redhead’s curving breasts. Barbara trembled, opening her full thighs, and softened, turning her head for a kiss.
Gwen brushed her mouth into the parted, silky lips and slid her tongue inside. It wasn’t like before, when Felicia had sort of made them kiss—dominated them into it. This was their choice, their need, and that made it even sweeter.
The hot cling of Gwen’s mouth, the lazy flirt of her tongue around Barbara’s tongue, fired Barbara’s lust as well. Dinah had never let her take the lead role; she wanted to be boss. This was so different, it awakened a sweet latent craving in her being. Her lower body was already squirming with anticipation.
Waves of lilac perfume and aromatic arousal blazed Gwen’s senses. She cuddled her hand around and under Barbara’s thrusting breasts, roving her fingers from one swelling nipple to the other. An eager moan rose in Barbara’s throat, her arms went around Gwen’s neck, her soft right thigh slipped across Gwen’s legs.
Felicia watched the two girls kissing, as willingly as could be, and her clit flexed into neat hardness. The redhead’s middle finger was in Gwen’s cunt, and as soon as the blonde’s stiff pink nipples were exposed, Barbara was sucking on them. Felicia was usually the aggressor when someone was getting screwed, figuratively or literally. It was interesting to see someone else go on the offensive.
“Ohhhh!” Gwen whimpered, her soft thighs shaking, her breasts lifting.
Barbara knew how to please a pussy, alright. With her finger deep in Gwen’s juicy young cunt, she was rubbing her thumb into Gwen’s clit. Her smiling lips moved from one nipple to the other; Gwen was grabbing at Barbara’s shoulders, her pretty face starting to twist with rising passion. Maybe she wasn’t Barbara’s first blonde.
Felicia was having a delicious fantasy. She imagined that Peter Parker was on the bed and Barbara was fondling his prick instead of Gwen’s tender little cunt. New pussy was exciting, but Peter was something special, even if Felicia knew how strange it was to be thinking of prick when there were two, count them, two pussies there. Compare and contrast.
The last time she had fucked him had been better than most. He had let her ride him and his prick had been just the right size for it, fitting just right into her tight cunt. She wanted that again. But she would take what she could get for now.
Still listening to Gwen’s gurgles and gasps of pleasure, Felicia went around the bed and picked up her vibrator. It was a slender model, and only six inches long, but the way it shook it felt a whole lot bigger. She sank against the headboard and spread her long legs, so long they almost stretched to where Gwen and Barbara lay on the bed. But they were too involved with each other to notice what she was doing.
Barbara was between Gwen’s legs now, their cunts were together, and the redhead was rolling slowly into Gwen’s flesh. She was more experienced, and had instinctively taken the lead. Good for her. Maybe Felicia would have some fun letting her try to top later. Or maybe she’d skip straight to disabusing the little filly of any delusions of dominating she had.
Felicia nudged the tip of the vibrator between her engorged labia lips and carefully pushed it in. “Mmmm, good!” Usually, she worked over her well-developed clitoris and her rather sensitive breasts—she had lots of fun with those—but Gwen and Barbara were inspiring her to go deeper. They were rolling around and rubbing their clits together and kissing so desperately it was hard to even remember their initial reluctance.
I’m going to go off watching these two, Felicia thought, hunching up on the vibrator. I really am!
“Come on, baby, you’re almost there!” came Barbara’s voice. The bed creaked, and the faint kiss of cunt on cunt reached Felicia’s senses.
“Ohhh,” Gwen whimpered, “OH!”
Felicia shuddered, watching Barbara’s ass work up and down, around and around. Her full breasts jiggled against Gwen’s pink, pointy ones. Felicia lifted her free hand to her swollen, aching tits and fondled them; she stroked the vibrator inside herself slowly.
She closed her eyes, imagining Peter was between her slender legs, his cock pumping sensuously into her eager cunt. Ohhh, hell! She could come thinking of him, just from thinking of him! Now she was on top of him, sliding her tits across his bare chest, her inner passage twitching with voluptuous cadence.
She often tightened her sex to give her lovers more pleasure, get them off faster, but this time her cunt was doing it without her command. God, what a nice prick Peter had! Not too big, hitting in her just right. This was the best part of a fuck, here, now, for both her and the lesbians. Her thighs trembled, her breasts peaked out further, her nipples hardened. A little faster now.
A sudden plaintive cry from Gwen, a faster shimmy of the bedsprings and Barbara’s moan of delight, spoke of how they were enjoying themselves.
“Unnnn—fuuck!” Barbara wailed. “Come on, do it!”
“OH-OH-OH!” Gwen whimpered.
Felicia felt the honeyed pounding of her own satisfaction. Sweet Jesus, it was good! The vibrator flashed swiftly in and out, her clit tensed and began to throb in rhythm to its pulses, her cunt clenched just the way Barbara’s cunt did with Gwen’s fingering.
She held the dildo handle and hunched through her spasming delight. She simply had to buck her hips against the sensation overwhelming her. The final spasms of her inner cunt shook her legs and arms and tits, the bed creaking just as furiously under her as it was under Gwen and Barbara.
Speaking of Barbara, she gave Gwen a few more thrusts and rolled away, looking over at Felicia. A wide smile touched her wet lips. “I didn’t know you liked prick that much.”
“Depends on the prick,” Felicia laughed. “This is better than some men I’ve known.”
“I’m game,” Gwen giggled wildly.
“Oh no, she was talking to me.”
“Maybe,” Felicia suggested, “one of you can use it on the other?”
Barbara liked the sound of that. “Yeah, blondie, you can—“
“Me? I just got you off!”
“You got me off? You were coming like crazy!”
“I was touching myself.”
“That wasn’t what you were getting off on, though.”
“Ladies,” Felicia interrupted, “do you know the significance of the number sixty-nine?”
“What’s that?” Gwen asked.
“Lay on your back,” Barbara told her excitedly. “Lay on your back!”
When Gwen had done as Barbara suggested, the redhead straddled Gwen’s face, then lowered her own head down until her mouth covered the teen’s wet little pussy.
Looking up at the woman’s hot, open slit poised just above her mouth, Gwen felt like she was looking into a cunt for the first time in her life. The juicy pink lips of Barbara’s pussy looked like the petals of a lovely flower covered with morning dew. Sweet droplets of moisture were glistening on the velvety soft flesh of Barbara’s slit. The trimmed bush of her shimmering red pubic hair was swirling softly around the wet pinkness inside her. And the most exciting thing of all was the sweet scent that was seeping warmly from inside Barbara, calling to Gwen.
Gently grasping the cheeks of Barbara’s creamy ass, Gwen slowly lowered her dripping cunt down against her waiting mouth. She would never forget the exciting taste when she first pursed her lips and kissed the hot wetness of Barbara’s sex.
“Oh fuck.” She heard Barbara shudder with delight at the feel of Gwen’s lips, the tip of her tongue, on her cunt. “That’s it, honey! Give me your tongue!”
With her tongue darting around in the woman’s slippery little cunt, Gwen felt Barbara return the favor, mouth sucking deliciously on her own quivering sex. Gwen was thrilled that they could give each other so much pleasure at the same time.
“Oh, Barbara!” Gwen panted, spreading her thighs farther apart to give that sucking mouth all the room it needed. “I love it, honey! Oh, God, how I love it!”
Felicia’s clit was stiff as a plank as she watched the naked couple lurching around on the bed. The sight and sound of the women sucking nosily on each other’s cunts was desperately erotic, and she almost wished they would finish just so she could ram her tongue into one of their holes. From the way they were moaning and squealing, Felicia could tell they were both nearing climax.
Gwen could feel her hot young cunt opening wider as Barbara tongued her closer and closer to an explosive orgasm. “Suck!” she screamed, still lapping frantically on the pussy that was writhing down on her mouth. “Oh, God, Barbara! It feels so good! Keep sucking! Keep sucking!”
Almost out of her mind from the feel of Barbara’s mouth working so deep and expertly down between her legs, Gwen rammed her tongue into the redhead’s dripping slit. On and on they sucked, their juice-drenched faces buried in each other’s squirming cunts.
“Oh shit!” Gwen moaned into Barbara’s sex. “Here it comes, Barbara! I’m there! I’m gone!”
Watching the blonde have the orgasm of her life, Barbara sucked even harder on Gwen’s quivering little cunt. She felt her cunt convulsing all around her deeply buried face.
“Barbara!” Gwen shrieked. “It’s so good, honey! Oh Christ, it’s so good! So fucking goooooood!”
When the last wave of orgasmic pleasure had washed through her trembling body, Gwen lay completely exhausted.
“God, Gwen!” Barbara sobbed, rolling onto her back and clawing frantically as her pussy. “Please keep sucking! I haven’t come yet! Don’t stop!”
Realizing that she hadn’t brought her beautiful lover off, Gwen quickly knelt between Barbara’s widely splayed thighs and once more began licking her writhing cunt.
“Don’t worry, Barbara,” she panted, frantically sucking on the woman’s clitoris. “I’ll bring you off!”
Staring down at Gwen’s cute little ass as she knelt between Barbara’s thighs, Felicia tapped her on the shoulder with her vibrator. “Here,” she said. “Use this.”
And while Gwen did, and Barbara enjoyed it, Felicia slipped away to continue her work.
A shame. She hated to abandon her favorite vibe. But with the ‘borrowed’ Peter Parker back in her home dimension, it wasn’t like she would need it anymore.
