Fic: Gratuitous (DC pornverse)
Jul. 27th, 2008 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seriousficNow I feel sorry for all the people who friended me for the witty commentary and sophisticated fic. Because, you know, sometimes you just gotta write Power Girl and Big Barda UNFing.
(Author notes: BOOBIES!)
Title: Gratuitous
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Big Barda/Power Girl
Word Count: 2,358
Summary: Written for the DCU femslash porn battle. DC comics, Barda/Karen: too big. There's no way that thing is going inside her.
Barda was something, all right. Her breasts were a little smaller than Karen’s, but they were more in proportion to her broad body. Her scars gave her character, too. Karen couldn’t help but notice them as her eyes ran up and down Barda’s tall, muscular, naked frame.
“You’re making me feel overdressed,” she said in her seductively honeyed voice. “We can’t have that.” Karen found the concealed catch on her costume’s belly and let her thong strap fall open like a loincloth. Under Barda’s lascivious gaze, she pulled the strap up to expose her cunt.
Barda made an appreciative grunt and hefted her Mega-Rod. “Down on your back,” she ordered. “Spread your legs.”
Karen laughed disaffectedly. “You’re kidding, right? There’s no way that thing’ll fit inside me.”
“That’s what they all say.” Barda spun the Mega-Rod around. “Then I make them squeal. Then they develop a weird limp. It’s very funny. Spread.”
Karen put her hands on her hips. “Try it. It won’t fit.”
Barda smiled. “Sounds like a challenge.” She stood in front of Karen while the blonde kissed her, trying to demur the insistent presence of the Mega-Rod by lowering Barda’s hand. Barda remained expressionless as Karen sucked at her neck, only making a noise when Karen bit her. It wasn’t a pained noise.
“Now,” Barda said. The bulbous head of the Mega-Rod rubbed between Karen’s legs and Karen’s eyes went wide with fear. Barda laughed. “It may take a little pushing, a little grunting, but you’re going to find out what fucking is all about.” She pushed the Mega-Rod just a touch in, the parting of Karen’s labia not all that unpleasant… “It’s about pain.”
Karen didn’t give Barda the satisfaction of a scream as her sex was forced open. Her pussy resisted for a moment, but the pressure was relentless, inexorable. It opened her up, actually lifting her off the ground a bit. Barda gripped Karen’s cape to hold her steady as she was skewered.
“OWW! Damnit, oww!” She kicked at Barda, slapping her when that didn’t work. The Fury dropped her and the Mega-Rod skittered across the floor, spinning to a stop. “That hurt!”
“It’s supposed to hurt. Haven’t you heard ‘Like A Virgin’?” Off Karen’s dumb-founded stare, Barda explained “see, it’s about this girl, real skank…”
”I KNOW WHAT IT’S ABOUT, YOU CRAZY BITCH!”
“No call for insults.”
“THAT THING IS JUST TOO BIG!”
Barda nodded. “I see where you’re coming from. We need lubrication.” She helped Karen to her feet.
“We need a proper dildo,” Karen said.
Barda picked up the Mega-Rod. “Lubricate it.”
“What?”
“With your saliva. Lubricate. The Mega-Rod.”
Karen stared at it incredulously. “You think that’s going to fit into my mouth?”
“Why else would you be so popular with the guys?”
Karen gritted her teeth. “LISTEN UP, SHE-WOLF OF THE SS! YOU WANT TO LUBRICATE THAT THING, YOU BUY SOME KY!”
Barda grabbed her by the throat. “This is going one of two ways. You can lubricate it or it can go in raw. Your choice.”
Karen stuck out her tongue and licked the Mega-Rod. She’d never tasted herself before. It was unexpectedly bitter. Fucking men probably joked about that…
Barda chuckled. “It’s not a lollipop, Karen. I don’t have time for that.”
“What, you have a hot date—“ Karen began to say, when Barda shoved the Mega-Rod past her lips.
“Take it. Take it all in.”
Karen began slobbering on the club. Spit dripped on Barda’s hand; she couldn’t help it. It was just too big. She felt like one of those snakes that distended its jaw to eat an egg.
“That’s good. Pretend it’s a cock, Karen. My cock. And suck.”
Karen was so caught up in the sheer weight of the thing pressed against the roof of her mouth that it came as an utter shock when fingers started tracing her inflamed folds. She looked down as best she could past the length of Mega-Rod sticking out her mouth and saw Barda’s hand cupping her crotch.
“Phase two of the operation,” Barda said smugly. “You need to…” she slipped a finger inside, “loosen up!”
Karen rolled her eyes.
“Suck. That’s it.” Barda lowered her lips to kiss Karen’s breast through the cut-out. “Suck my cock. I’ll take care of everything. You’re under Barda’s command now. And Big Barda always takes care of her troops. Just suck…”
Karen opened her lips wide enough to get past the blunt head of the Mega-Rod and went down on it until she could close them on the stalk, feeling weird circuitry with her lips. It smelled of blood and battle, of undeniable masculinity. She sucked, tasting every ridge and notch, and could swear she felt the Mega-Rod throbbing, swelling, living.
“Yessss…” Barda breathed, as if the feeling were being transmitted directly to her. Karen looked down to see her squeezing her naked thighs together. Perhaps some kind of transference, a sexual hang-up? Karen remembered seeing that Mega-Rod plugging Barda’s ass when she had walked in on Scott and Barda.
Karen tried a little experiment. She whipped her tongue across a ring in the Mega-Rod, just below the bulbous head. Barda’s mouth opened in a surprised little “o” as she pulled open the cut-out, making an pendulous breast burst loose. Her eyes widened at the sheer size of it and Karen realized she really should be doing something with her hands other than bunching them in her cape. She grabbed Barda’s muscular buttocks and squeezed, a little disappointed that there wasn’t an ounce of fat to get a grip on.
Barda kissed the pebbled nipple of the tit she was groping, licked it with a sandpaper tongue. Then roamed up to watch the Mega-Rod disappear down Karen’s throat, all but a bulge traveling downward. “That’s it,” she said, eying the bulge succulently. “Swallow it down. Oh, I must introduce you to Scott.” She returned to the breast, adding another finger to Karen’s penetration.
Her teeth brought an undignified yelp of pain from Karen, but it was all part of the blissful twitch that coursed through her body. With a dreamy smile, Barda ripped the cut-out in Karen’s costume and pulled the other breast through it by the nipple. Her lips hungrily explored its abundance. Without the built-in bra pressing them tightly together, Karen’s breasts made modest concessions to gravity. Barda enjoyed the naturalistic slump of them, the way they jiggled at the slightest movement. It made them real. Tangible. Touchable.
After an eternity of deep-throating, fingering, groping foreplay in which Karen explored every inch of Barda’s warriorly physique and Barda mapped out her erogenous zones in turn, Barda pulled four drenched fingers from Karen’s sex and took her thumb off the woman’s clit.
“You’re ready,” she declared, sucking her hand dry.
She pulled the Mega-Rod out of Karen’s mouth, her throat. Her jaw was sore. “It’s still too… too big,” she stammered helplessly. The thought of it buried within her tight confines sent a shiver down her spine… but not just of fear.
Barda let its hot, saliva-slick mass brush Karen’s thigh and saw her shudder like a virgin. “You’re too nervous, that’s all. But make no mistake, I will fuck you. I’ll ram it in deep enough to make you cry. I’ll stretch that pussy as wide as it can go. Don’t you want that?”
“I can’t!” Karen barked angrily.
“By the Source Wall, I’ve fucked dozens with similar sentiments! They’re still alive. And they all dream of Big Barda’s Mega-Rod.” Seeing the worried furrow in Karen’s brow, she smiled gently. “You’ll like it. Trust me.”
Karen bit her lip. She wanted it, wanted it bad, but she knew it was impossible. “I can’t.”
“What? Do this?” And without hesitation, Barda fed the Mega-Rod up her own pussy. Karen watched in disbelief as Barda’s pussy lips stretched before her eyes. But it took everything it got. With agonizing slowness, the Mega-Rod sunk home. “You’ve got me all wet,” Barda smiled.
And the decadent pleasure in her grin almost made Karen come on the spot.
She laid down on her back and spread her legs. “Fuck me.”
Barda knelt down, Mega-Rod glistening wetly in her hand. “Clever girl.”
Karen surprised her by reaching up and grasping the Mega-Rod. The sight of her slender fingers around it stirred up lust deep in Barda’s soul. She watched as Karen massaged it phallically, the fear and joy of Karen’s true realization that she had never handled anything like it.
Karen’s body tensed as she braced herself, then she guided it down between her splayed legs. She couldn’t tell if she was quivering in fear or anticipation. Karen left the Mega-Rod poised at her entrance and then spread her labia with her hands.
“Do it.”
Barda moved in. At first the Mega-Rod simply rubbed at her pussy, nuzzling it, before Barda exerted pressure. Karen squealed. The only reason she didn’t scream was that she needed the blessed relief the Mega-Rod represented more than she feared the pain of being split apart. The tip of the club slipped inside, cruelly stretching her until she was reminded of the time she had let Kara fist her. And Kara had had small hands.
It was happening so fast, so fast. Tortured eyes begged Barda for mercy, but through Karen’s tears she could see only sadomasochistic pleasure in the vicious mask of lust that had replaced Barda’s face. The Fury continued Karen’s brutal impalement. She wasn’t used to pain, hardly ever ran into anything that topped sore. She wasn’t one of those people that could grin and bear it. Why couldn’t Barda just eat her like a normal person? This was why she preferred guys. A guy would be satisfied with a tit-job. Barda wouldn’t be satisfied until Karen kissed her boot.
“It’s alright to scream. I have too.” The Mega-Rod bored into her, inch by painful inch, until Barda literally gasped as she shoved it in deep. Karen did scream, a full-throated roar that made Barda laugh uproariously. Barda was straddling Karen’s meaty thigh, and now she began humping it, rubbing her wet pussy along the lines of Karen’s quadriceps. “Yes, oh yes…”
“You crazy bitch!” Karen said, teeth grinding together. “Pull it out!”
“Darkseid’s eyes, I just got it in!” Barda grunted. “Here, let me give you something for the pain.” She cupped her breast to Karen’s lips. “Bite down.”
Karen did. As hard as she could. She tasted something coppery trickling into her mouth and Barda laughed sonorously. Barda pushed, fully penetrating her, until scarred knuckles were pressed against the smooth white cheeks of Karen’s buttocks.
“All the way in.” Barda closed her eyes in relief. “I knew you could do it, soldier. I just knew you could.”
Karen spat out the bleeding breast, her lips ruby-red. With the penetration over, the presence of the Mega-Rod was starting to feel… good. Barda twisted it and each little motion sent waves of pleasure out through Karen’s body, making her twitch, making her shudder.
There were still several inches of the handle protruding from Karen’s cunt, and Karen gazed open them in open wonder. Barda wiped a drop of blood off her nipple and brought it to her lips, sucking it clean.
“How do you feel?”
Karen’s pussy was on the verge of exploding. It felt like it had expanded. She could feel every inch of the Mega-Rod stretching her open as it boiled inside her. But after bare minutes, her sex seemed to compensate for the presence of the Mega-Rod and she realized she was accommodating it with ease. All the ecstasy that had been masked by its painful breaching came flooding into her, replacing her painfully hitched breathing with a gurgle of unequalled pleasure.
“I feel… full.” Serene. Content. Beyond the pain, beyond the pleasure, there was a kind of persistent orgasm that pulsed in and out with the deep breaths she took.
Barda drew the Mega-Rod out a little, leaving Karen feeling strangely empty and unsatisfied, then swung her leg over the club. They shared a weary little smile as Barda took the rest of the Mega-Rod inside herself. Now only a small gleaming section remained between their bodies. Barda laid flat on top of Karen’s body, which was still covered in a sweat-soaked white costume that had actually become a little translucent, it was so wet. Then she flexed the Mega-Rod deep inside Karen and her hips drove the club one more fraction of an inch into Karen.
When she moaned and bucked against the onslaught, Barda just moved harder. Faster. The Mega-Rod seemed to slide between them, first into Barda, then into Karen, pistoning into each in turn. Barda’s hips and tight buttocks flexed until she has established a tempo.
Karen tossed her head from side to side as the monstrous dildo penetrated her again and again. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”
The impassioned plea was music to Barda’s ears. “With what, Karen?”
“Y-y-your…”
“My what?”
“Your cock!” Karen groaned from deep within her throat.
Barda grinned in triumph, poised above the writhing mass of delicious flesh. Hers to do with as she pleased. She savored Karen’s needpleasurehurt like a fine wine, delighting in the spectacle. And her eyes sent a message Karen was almost too scared to acknowledge.
“You know what to do,” she whispered sweetly into Karen’s ear before tugging on the lobe with sharp teeth.
With a massive exertion of will, Karen brought her numb hands up, uncurled them from the fists they’d been locked into ever since Barda had entered her (there were still strips of Karen’s red cape grasped in them), and got a firm grip on Barda’s deliciously curved ass. Barda’s predatory smile was all anticipation. Karen smiled back, a big beaming grin like she was favoring her adoring public, and she thrust. Hips bucked, bodies met, and the Mega-Rod disappeared between their cunts.
Barda grunted as she was fucked. Again as Karen rolled on top of her. And her feral grin was finally obliterated as Karen offered her a jostling breast to bite down on.
Sex was a battlefield. And Karen savored her victory.
(Author notes: BOOBIES!)
Title: Gratuitous
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Big Barda/Power Girl
Word Count: 2,358
Summary: Written for the DCU femslash porn battle. DC comics, Barda/Karen: too big. There's no way that thing is going inside her.
Barda was something, all right. Her breasts were a little smaller than Karen’s, but they were more in proportion to her broad body. Her scars gave her character, too. Karen couldn’t help but notice them as her eyes ran up and down Barda’s tall, muscular, naked frame.
“You’re making me feel overdressed,” she said in her seductively honeyed voice. “We can’t have that.” Karen found the concealed catch on her costume’s belly and let her thong strap fall open like a loincloth. Under Barda’s lascivious gaze, she pulled the strap up to expose her cunt.
Barda made an appreciative grunt and hefted her Mega-Rod. “Down on your back,” she ordered. “Spread your legs.”
Karen laughed disaffectedly. “You’re kidding, right? There’s no way that thing’ll fit inside me.”
“That’s what they all say.” Barda spun the Mega-Rod around. “Then I make them squeal. Then they develop a weird limp. It’s very funny. Spread.”
Karen put her hands on her hips. “Try it. It won’t fit.”
Barda smiled. “Sounds like a challenge.” She stood in front of Karen while the blonde kissed her, trying to demur the insistent presence of the Mega-Rod by lowering Barda’s hand. Barda remained expressionless as Karen sucked at her neck, only making a noise when Karen bit her. It wasn’t a pained noise.
“Now,” Barda said. The bulbous head of the Mega-Rod rubbed between Karen’s legs and Karen’s eyes went wide with fear. Barda laughed. “It may take a little pushing, a little grunting, but you’re going to find out what fucking is all about.” She pushed the Mega-Rod just a touch in, the parting of Karen’s labia not all that unpleasant… “It’s about pain.”
Karen didn’t give Barda the satisfaction of a scream as her sex was forced open. Her pussy resisted for a moment, but the pressure was relentless, inexorable. It opened her up, actually lifting her off the ground a bit. Barda gripped Karen’s cape to hold her steady as she was skewered.
“OWW! Damnit, oww!” She kicked at Barda, slapping her when that didn’t work. The Fury dropped her and the Mega-Rod skittered across the floor, spinning to a stop. “That hurt!”
“It’s supposed to hurt. Haven’t you heard ‘Like A Virgin’?” Off Karen’s dumb-founded stare, Barda explained “see, it’s about this girl, real skank…”
”I KNOW WHAT IT’S ABOUT, YOU CRAZY BITCH!”
“No call for insults.”
“THAT THING IS JUST TOO BIG!”
Barda nodded. “I see where you’re coming from. We need lubrication.” She helped Karen to her feet.
“We need a proper dildo,” Karen said.
Barda picked up the Mega-Rod. “Lubricate it.”
“What?”
“With your saliva. Lubricate. The Mega-Rod.”
Karen stared at it incredulously. “You think that’s going to fit into my mouth?”
“Why else would you be so popular with the guys?”
Karen gritted her teeth. “LISTEN UP, SHE-WOLF OF THE SS! YOU WANT TO LUBRICATE THAT THING, YOU BUY SOME KY!”
Barda grabbed her by the throat. “This is going one of two ways. You can lubricate it or it can go in raw. Your choice.”
Karen stuck out her tongue and licked the Mega-Rod. She’d never tasted herself before. It was unexpectedly bitter. Fucking men probably joked about that…
Barda chuckled. “It’s not a lollipop, Karen. I don’t have time for that.”
“What, you have a hot date—“ Karen began to say, when Barda shoved the Mega-Rod past her lips.
“Take it. Take it all in.”
Karen began slobbering on the club. Spit dripped on Barda’s hand; she couldn’t help it. It was just too big. She felt like one of those snakes that distended its jaw to eat an egg.
“That’s good. Pretend it’s a cock, Karen. My cock. And suck.”
Karen was so caught up in the sheer weight of the thing pressed against the roof of her mouth that it came as an utter shock when fingers started tracing her inflamed folds. She looked down as best she could past the length of Mega-Rod sticking out her mouth and saw Barda’s hand cupping her crotch.
“Phase two of the operation,” Barda said smugly. “You need to…” she slipped a finger inside, “loosen up!”
Karen rolled her eyes.
“Suck. That’s it.” Barda lowered her lips to kiss Karen’s breast through the cut-out. “Suck my cock. I’ll take care of everything. You’re under Barda’s command now. And Big Barda always takes care of her troops. Just suck…”
Karen opened her lips wide enough to get past the blunt head of the Mega-Rod and went down on it until she could close them on the stalk, feeling weird circuitry with her lips. It smelled of blood and battle, of undeniable masculinity. She sucked, tasting every ridge and notch, and could swear she felt the Mega-Rod throbbing, swelling, living.
“Yessss…” Barda breathed, as if the feeling were being transmitted directly to her. Karen looked down to see her squeezing her naked thighs together. Perhaps some kind of transference, a sexual hang-up? Karen remembered seeing that Mega-Rod plugging Barda’s ass when she had walked in on Scott and Barda.
Karen tried a little experiment. She whipped her tongue across a ring in the Mega-Rod, just below the bulbous head. Barda’s mouth opened in a surprised little “o” as she pulled open the cut-out, making an pendulous breast burst loose. Her eyes widened at the sheer size of it and Karen realized she really should be doing something with her hands other than bunching them in her cape. She grabbed Barda’s muscular buttocks and squeezed, a little disappointed that there wasn’t an ounce of fat to get a grip on.
Barda kissed the pebbled nipple of the tit she was groping, licked it with a sandpaper tongue. Then roamed up to watch the Mega-Rod disappear down Karen’s throat, all but a bulge traveling downward. “That’s it,” she said, eying the bulge succulently. “Swallow it down. Oh, I must introduce you to Scott.” She returned to the breast, adding another finger to Karen’s penetration.
Her teeth brought an undignified yelp of pain from Karen, but it was all part of the blissful twitch that coursed through her body. With a dreamy smile, Barda ripped the cut-out in Karen’s costume and pulled the other breast through it by the nipple. Her lips hungrily explored its abundance. Without the built-in bra pressing them tightly together, Karen’s breasts made modest concessions to gravity. Barda enjoyed the naturalistic slump of them, the way they jiggled at the slightest movement. It made them real. Tangible. Touchable.
After an eternity of deep-throating, fingering, groping foreplay in which Karen explored every inch of Barda’s warriorly physique and Barda mapped out her erogenous zones in turn, Barda pulled four drenched fingers from Karen’s sex and took her thumb off the woman’s clit.
“You’re ready,” she declared, sucking her hand dry.
She pulled the Mega-Rod out of Karen’s mouth, her throat. Her jaw was sore. “It’s still too… too big,” she stammered helplessly. The thought of it buried within her tight confines sent a shiver down her spine… but not just of fear.
Barda let its hot, saliva-slick mass brush Karen’s thigh and saw her shudder like a virgin. “You’re too nervous, that’s all. But make no mistake, I will fuck you. I’ll ram it in deep enough to make you cry. I’ll stretch that pussy as wide as it can go. Don’t you want that?”
“I can’t!” Karen barked angrily.
“By the Source Wall, I’ve fucked dozens with similar sentiments! They’re still alive. And they all dream of Big Barda’s Mega-Rod.” Seeing the worried furrow in Karen’s brow, she smiled gently. “You’ll like it. Trust me.”
Karen bit her lip. She wanted it, wanted it bad, but she knew it was impossible. “I can’t.”
“What? Do this?” And without hesitation, Barda fed the Mega-Rod up her own pussy. Karen watched in disbelief as Barda’s pussy lips stretched before her eyes. But it took everything it got. With agonizing slowness, the Mega-Rod sunk home. “You’ve got me all wet,” Barda smiled.
And the decadent pleasure in her grin almost made Karen come on the spot.
She laid down on her back and spread her legs. “Fuck me.”
Barda knelt down, Mega-Rod glistening wetly in her hand. “Clever girl.”
Karen surprised her by reaching up and grasping the Mega-Rod. The sight of her slender fingers around it stirred up lust deep in Barda’s soul. She watched as Karen massaged it phallically, the fear and joy of Karen’s true realization that she had never handled anything like it.
Karen’s body tensed as she braced herself, then she guided it down between her splayed legs. She couldn’t tell if she was quivering in fear or anticipation. Karen left the Mega-Rod poised at her entrance and then spread her labia with her hands.
“Do it.”
Barda moved in. At first the Mega-Rod simply rubbed at her pussy, nuzzling it, before Barda exerted pressure. Karen squealed. The only reason she didn’t scream was that she needed the blessed relief the Mega-Rod represented more than she feared the pain of being split apart. The tip of the club slipped inside, cruelly stretching her until she was reminded of the time she had let Kara fist her. And Kara had had small hands.
It was happening so fast, so fast. Tortured eyes begged Barda for mercy, but through Karen’s tears she could see only sadomasochistic pleasure in the vicious mask of lust that had replaced Barda’s face. The Fury continued Karen’s brutal impalement. She wasn’t used to pain, hardly ever ran into anything that topped sore. She wasn’t one of those people that could grin and bear it. Why couldn’t Barda just eat her like a normal person? This was why she preferred guys. A guy would be satisfied with a tit-job. Barda wouldn’t be satisfied until Karen kissed her boot.
“It’s alright to scream. I have too.” The Mega-Rod bored into her, inch by painful inch, until Barda literally gasped as she shoved it in deep. Karen did scream, a full-throated roar that made Barda laugh uproariously. Barda was straddling Karen’s meaty thigh, and now she began humping it, rubbing her wet pussy along the lines of Karen’s quadriceps. “Yes, oh yes…”
“You crazy bitch!” Karen said, teeth grinding together. “Pull it out!”
“Darkseid’s eyes, I just got it in!” Barda grunted. “Here, let me give you something for the pain.” She cupped her breast to Karen’s lips. “Bite down.”
Karen did. As hard as she could. She tasted something coppery trickling into her mouth and Barda laughed sonorously. Barda pushed, fully penetrating her, until scarred knuckles were pressed against the smooth white cheeks of Karen’s buttocks.
“All the way in.” Barda closed her eyes in relief. “I knew you could do it, soldier. I just knew you could.”
Karen spat out the bleeding breast, her lips ruby-red. With the penetration over, the presence of the Mega-Rod was starting to feel… good. Barda twisted it and each little motion sent waves of pleasure out through Karen’s body, making her twitch, making her shudder.
There were still several inches of the handle protruding from Karen’s cunt, and Karen gazed open them in open wonder. Barda wiped a drop of blood off her nipple and brought it to her lips, sucking it clean.
“How do you feel?”
Karen’s pussy was on the verge of exploding. It felt like it had expanded. She could feel every inch of the Mega-Rod stretching her open as it boiled inside her. But after bare minutes, her sex seemed to compensate for the presence of the Mega-Rod and she realized she was accommodating it with ease. All the ecstasy that had been masked by its painful breaching came flooding into her, replacing her painfully hitched breathing with a gurgle of unequalled pleasure.
“I feel… full.” Serene. Content. Beyond the pain, beyond the pleasure, there was a kind of persistent orgasm that pulsed in and out with the deep breaths she took.
Barda drew the Mega-Rod out a little, leaving Karen feeling strangely empty and unsatisfied, then swung her leg over the club. They shared a weary little smile as Barda took the rest of the Mega-Rod inside herself. Now only a small gleaming section remained between their bodies. Barda laid flat on top of Karen’s body, which was still covered in a sweat-soaked white costume that had actually become a little translucent, it was so wet. Then she flexed the Mega-Rod deep inside Karen and her hips drove the club one more fraction of an inch into Karen.
When she moaned and bucked against the onslaught, Barda just moved harder. Faster. The Mega-Rod seemed to slide between them, first into Barda, then into Karen, pistoning into each in turn. Barda’s hips and tight buttocks flexed until she has established a tempo.
Karen tossed her head from side to side as the monstrous dildo penetrated her again and again. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”
The impassioned plea was music to Barda’s ears. “With what, Karen?”
“Y-y-your…”
“My what?”
“Your cock!” Karen groaned from deep within her throat.
Barda grinned in triumph, poised above the writhing mass of delicious flesh. Hers to do with as she pleased. She savored Karen’s needpleasurehurt like a fine wine, delighting in the spectacle. And her eyes sent a message Karen was almost too scared to acknowledge.
“You know what to do,” she whispered sweetly into Karen’s ear before tugging on the lobe with sharp teeth.
With a massive exertion of will, Karen brought her numb hands up, uncurled them from the fists they’d been locked into ever since Barda had entered her (there were still strips of Karen’s red cape grasped in them), and got a firm grip on Barda’s deliciously curved ass. Barda’s predatory smile was all anticipation. Karen smiled back, a big beaming grin like she was favoring her adoring public, and she thrust. Hips bucked, bodies met, and the Mega-Rod disappeared between their cunts.
Barda grunted as she was fucked. Again as Karen rolled on top of her. And her feral grin was finally obliterated as Karen offered her a jostling breast to bite down on.
Sex was a battlefield. And Karen savored her victory.
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Date: 2008-07-28 03:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-28 07:42 am (UTC)Megarods are terrifying but highly useful items.
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Date: 2008-08-06 03:48 pm (UTC)Also, probably not something I should have read right before going to work at a daycare.
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