Tits and Bast II 2 (Patreon)

“I’ve found myself a little jealous of Roxy,” Selina continued. “She gets to have as many big bangs as she wants without burning up. I don’t like being jealous. So, since you want to play, let’s borrow Roxy’s toys.”

Felicia licked her lips. “Other people’s toys are the best, aren’t they?”

Selina gave her a look. Perhaps appreciating how her own catsuit emphasized her voluptuousness one last time before Felicia went down to her birthday suit.

Felicia’s nipples were stiffening, like Selina’s appraising gaze was tactile, physically caressing her.

Then Selina reached out and petted the fur lining that highlighted Felicia’s cleavage with exquisite unnecessariness. “Real mink?”

“You can’t just steal money. You have to spend a little of it.” Then Felicia’s eyes flashed. “You should try it sometime. Go to a hair salon instead of using clippers on yourself.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Selina said automatically.

“Alright. As long as I have a captive audience.”

Selina was shocked at the implication. But her surprise fell away immediately; she knew she was becoming enthralled. Felicia looked incredible clothed, awe-inspiring naked. Selina could only imagine—was already imagining—how she would look fucking herself on Roxy Rocket’s pride and joy.

“I’ll watch,” Selina breathed. “You came so hard last time, I want to see if you’re just that big a slut or if I’m that good.”

“Oh, you’re good,” Felicia said softly. “It’s just a coincidence that I’m a huge slut too.”

Felicia kicked her boots off. She squirmed out of her catsuit, not needing to lower the zipper any to get it down off her enormous breasts. When she bent over to push it down her legs, Selina saw that her pussy was open and wet.

She stared in fascination, remembering the taste of her own pussy from a few days ago, when she’d licked her fingers after touching herself. Knowing that pussy was a good taste, but she couldn’t quite remember what Felicia’s flavor was. Yet she wanted it back on her tongue.

Felicia straightened. Her breasts seemed even bigger outside the confines of her leather and her nipples stood out like little rockets waiting for launch. Then, going to the saddle, she threw her leg across it. Brought herself onto the tip of the dildo. Let it nestle between her labia lips as she looked at Selina.

Selina looked back at her. But what she really wanted to see was Felicia’s cunt. And it was only a matter of moments before she looked down at it. Saw how it parted when Felicia sank down, feeding the artificial cock into herself inch by inch. Seeming to suck on the fat phallus with her cunt.

Felicia exhaled with pleasure as she filled herself up. She settled into the saddle, the dildo out of sight. Squirmed a little. Then rose to reveal the base of the dildo. It was no magic trick. All of it was inside her, covered in Felicia’s juices.

Her legs were well-muscled. Years of jumping off rooftops, running around. Keeping up with Spider-Man and taking what Spider-Man did to her. Her thighs rippled while she went up and down on what was inside her. Her full breasts jumped with the thrusts she gave to herself on that cock. Her firm ass ground from side to side, belly twitching, soft and supple and moving with a satisfaction that made her lovely body all the more lovely.

“Not such a huge slut,” Selina said. “Anybody would enjoy that.”

“Are you anybody?” Felicia offered.

Selina hesitated. Did she want to keep watching Felicia or did she want to feel what she was feeling—to be watched herself?

As luscious as it was to see Felicia in action, the second option was too much of a temptation to be ignored.

“I’m not just anybody,” Selina retorted. “But I’ll fuck myself with that thing if you can come off it.”

“Oh, I can come off it, alright. But later. I’ve been waiting for this all the way to Gotham…”

Felicia took her dripping cunt up off the big plastic dick and she slid off the saddle. Selina moved in, disrobing, now a little intimidated by the dildo, but trying not to show it—the effort making her shake, very much like she would in anticipation…

“Hold on a minute… let me clean it off for you,” Felicia said.

Bending over, Felicia slid her lips over the upthrust dildo. The next moment, the sound of her sucking filled the air. What a blessing to enjoy the taste of your own cunt, Selina thought.

Felicia dragged her mouth free of the dildo. As soon as it was out of her lips, they twisted into a smile. The dildo glistened with her saliva.

She stepped away and Selina gracefully bounded onto the saddle. She positioned herself above the tip of the dildo.

Felicia knelt down beside the saddle. “Here. I’ll help.”

Reaching out, she used her fingers to open up Selina’s labia. One knuckle brushed against Selina’s clit and the cat burglar tried to hold herself still while an adrenaline rush took hold of her.

It wasn’t just the fleeting touch on that little bundle of nerves, she knew. It was knowing this was the tip of the iceberg, the first taste of the orgiastic treatment she had seen Felicia receive. And it was about to be hers. She was going to share this with the Cat.

Selina lowered herself onto the dildo.

For a moment, she was almost numb. Lost in the sudden influx of pleasure. Thoughtless, she roved up and down, taking it all the way into her sex, then lifting off it until only the tip stayed inside.

Felicia didn’t leave her alone. She touched Selina’s pussy as if exploring how full it was, how the lips of it strained around all they had to take. She looked hungry—like she hadn’t just had the exact same sex toy inside her.

“Mmmmm,” Selina purred, grinding her ass down in the saddle and feeling every inch that was staked inside her. “Wishing you’d ridden it a little more?”

“Not at all,” Felicia responded. “Wishing I could see you get fucked every night.”

“I don’t do relationships. Don’t like to be tied down.”

“Me neither. Well, unless the ties are good and tight.”

She came up again. The dildo slid out of her. It was so wet, it was dripping, just like she was. Felicia swooped in, her pink tongue out, and she dragged it up the length of the phallus. Coating her tongue with all of Selina’s nectar.

Selina looked down at her, quivering, electrifying. She was hotter seeing Felicia swallow her cream than she had been when all that cock had been inside her.

Felicia looked her in the eye. Selina looked back; she knew the dildo wouldn’t satiate her now.

“If you want, I came all over my pillow this morning too. Or you could just eat my pussy,” Selina whispered.

“If you don’t mind…” Felicia purred delightedly, openly gazing at Selina’s box, savoring the anticipation as it had its way with her body like a lover in and of itself.

Selina’s pussy looked delicious: all wet and warm, almost bubbling with how ready it was to be tasted, appreciated, made even hotter. A feast prepared especially for her. Felicia’s mouth watered—her tongue twitched like another clit, glowing and electric. Felicia knew she’d enjoy having her tongue buried in Selina’s cunt like she had being filled with the dildo.

She ducked her head and ran her tongue over the contours of Selina’s slit.

“OOOHH!” Selina squealed, eyes rolling back in her head while her body bounced from recovering after riding the dildo to this new, even greater thrill.

Selina lowered herself down to the dildo… taking it into herself again… knowing instantly that she was addicted to the sensation as she felt both, the plastic cock inside her and Felicia’s tongue on the splayed lips of her pussy.

Felicia licked her, fed on her, as desperate for her clit to tingle and thrill as Selina was to feel those things. Felicia even pushed her tongue inside of Selina, right beside the dildo.

Then she wrapped her lips around Selina’s clit, nursing at it, filling Selina with a desire that there was no satisfying, no matter how frantically she rode the dildo. And then, somehow, it was satisfied. Her cream poured out of her, flowing all over Felicia’s lips and tongue.

The other woman sucked and swallowed, glorying in all that heavenly nectar that was hers to sample, while Selina delighted to feed her appetite. She purred like a cat with a bowl of cream and Selina could only whimper at how her body sought to fulfill Felicia, wracking itself to give Felicia all the nectar her taste buds could want, no matter how ill-prepared Selina’s mind was to take all the sensation it was receiving.

“Come!” Felicia keened, her tongue undeniable, attacking Selina’s clit between every word. “Come all over my face! I don’t just want to taste you! I want to wear you!”