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Kon wasn’t actually into leather or high heels or mink or anything like that. Give him a girl, naked girl, hey, save some time. Lingerie was nice, sure, but what was it compared to a naked girl?

But this black goo stuff sure was making him horny. And it wasn’t even Power Girl or anyone wearing it. He was wearing it and he was harder than hell, even though no one was there but Crush.

Who looked alright, sure, but she damn sure didn’t wear perfume. And she was a lesbian, who looked it. Still kinda hot, like Natalie Portman when she shaved her head, but not his first choice when it came to jerk off fantasies. Yet he felt like he was in class, about to go up to the board, and the Laker Girls were practicing their cheers in the other half of the classroom. He felt like he could fuck for miles.

“Okay, team-up’s done, no beer or tattoo parlors around, I’m gonna split,” Crush said, seeming as eager to get clear of his erection as he was to hide it. Or maybe… he didn’t know. What the fuck was going on, anyway? He was in space, he got some black goop on him, it’d grown all over him like a spacesuit—why was he so damn horny?

“I don’t think you should go yet,” he found himself telling Crush, as if he hadn’t gotten enough of Lobo’s DNA back when Slobo was on the team.

Then he realized. He had no reason to let this sexy young thing leave without a fuck. She wanted him and she looked damned good, even for a crazy biker chick. More than good enough for his cock. He might even force her, but there was no need for that. Kon could tell she was so horny that he couldn’t rape her even if he tried.

“My girlfriend might worry,” Crush said, picking herself up.

Kon grabbed her arm and pulled her down onto his lap. “Your girlfriend should be worried. You’re about to try a cock that’s going to make you wonder why you ever looked at women.”

Crush growled, starting to struggle, then calming. He knew she could feel his hard prick pressed up against her ass.

“I’m not into dudes!” she said, but it wasn’t as much of a spitting howl as her usual verbiage.

“This dude’s about to be into you.”

Crush let out a little squeak. She listlessly started to struggle again, but gave it up without Kon having to do anything to her. Then she looked him in the eye.

“Well, are you going to force me a little or is this just a pure pity fuck?”

Kon got a grip on her wrist and squeezed tight. Tears glistened in Crush’s eyes. Then she smiled fiercely.

“I don’t feel like putting up a fight,” she told him.

“Maybe next time.”

“Never felt so weak… kinda like I’d better just lie there while you plow me.” Crush blinked. “But if I don’t end up full of cum, I’ll break your fraggin’ neck!”

Kon got up and pulled her along with him, strong enough to drag her if he had to. His grip had a lot of strength. Crush didn’t seem able to resist a man with that much strength.

Usually she’d just want to scrap with him, but something had her thinking that it would be way more fun to open her legs and let a man with lots of muscles and a big cock just pound away at her until she came a few times.

Her legs went out from under her. Her knees just became too weak at the thought to support her anymore.

Kon easily picked her up. He carried her to the bed of moss that looked like the softest thing there was here on Tatooine and dropped her there and stood looking at her like a delicious feast. One where he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to eat first.

Crush felt his eyes tracing over her body and knew that he liked what he was seeing. She liked him liking her.

“I’m going to enjoy myself,” he said.

“You better fragging well make me enjoy it too,” she said.

Kon lay down beside her. He put his big hand on her face, stroking her pale skin and her shock of wavy black hair. He kissed her. His lips were hard and demanding, sending shivers of passion all the way down to Crush’s sex. She parted her plump lips to let in his searching tongue.

“Ohh frag,” she moaned softly. “I like kissing you. Can’t fragging believe I like kissing you!”

He moved his hand down her front; she grabbed it. She thought maybe she could resist a little, really make Kon work for it, maybe even get him to say something about how hot she was. But Crush found she wasn’t able to stop his hand at all. He kept kissing her as his hand overpowered her, finding her zipper.

“You’re just gonna strip me?”

Kon didn’t answer her. He thought she’d get the idea from what he did, and he tugged the zipper down to her waist. Her big creamy breasts burst free of what little confinement they’d had and Kon let out a whistle at their exposure.

“And here I thought your old man had no taste,” he said. “He must’ve knocked up one hell of a hottie to get you.”

“I can’t believe you’ve got me so hot when you’re such a loser.”

“Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing.”

He put his face between her plump breasts, licked the albino flesh within her cleavage. Kissed all over until he found her nipple and it made her shudder. He rubbed his tongue against the periwinkle blue bud which made it even stiffer than it already was.

“I like that!” Crush moaned, unable to stop herself. “Mmmmm, bite it!”

Kon sucked the nipple into his mouth and ground his teeth into it. Crush writhed with hot delight. Kon pulled the nipple deeper into his mouth, scouring it with his tongue, feeling out the little indentations his teeth had left in the turgid flesh.

“OHHH!” Crush cried out. “Feels as good as a woman! Shit, it could be a woman doing this to me!”

“Nah, women have their own tits, they wouldn’t appreciate yours so much,” Kon said.

He sucked harder, managing to get more than half of her fat teat into his mouth. Crush put both hands on his hand, stroking his dark hair. There wasn’t an ounce of protest left in her. She only wanted more of what he was doing.

She pulled him to her with animal strength, but despite her trying to force Kon to continue his ministrations, his hungry mouth went from one hard nipple to the other. Tongue and teeth attacking where he wanted, making her hotter, even when Crush wanted him on her other nipple or to keep going on the one he was leaving.

“Oh YESSS!” Crush groaned. “Suck my tits! Make me real hot!”

With her hands not doing any good, she moved them down his broad back. She felt the crackling tension in his rigid muscles—aching wetness between her own legs. Her panties were soaked. She knew she’d need Kon there soon, but also knew she couldn’t do anything to make him tend to her there.

“Your tongue is so good!” she cried.

His hot mouth burned between her breasts again. She tried to get him back to her nipples, but it was a spastic action. She knew it wouldn’t work. Kon had free rein and moved his hot tongue down her belly, ripping her shirt to get it out of the way of his licks. He tongued her navel. His lips kissed just above her pubic hair.

“Your sweat tastes nice,” Kon said. “Who would have guessed?”

His tongue ran along her abs. She felt him taking off her belt, her jeans, her panties. But instead of getting them all the way out of the way, he left her flimsy black panties halfway in place while his hands went around her body, squeezed the cheeks of her ass. And then his tongue ran over her panties, tasting a little of the moisture that had collected there with all her arousal.

“You’re making me so hot, you punk!” she gasped. “You’re setting me on fire!”

His tongue crossed over her panties and licked the wet pubic hair that’d been uncovered. It was already wet with her juices and Kon murmured enjoyably at the taste. Crush couldn’t take it anymore.

“Rip the damn panties off! Get them out of the fragging way!”

Crush lifted her ass and, just to be nice, Kon slipped them down her long, shapely legs. Then, just to be naughty, he tore them in half instead of working them off her ankles. Crush didn’t care. She opened her legs and let him see her bare pussy. She wanted his tongue there.

“Lick me there!” she moaned. “Lick my cunt!”