Three's Not A Crowd 2

“I… no… what? That’s not how we do things on Earth!”

Kory scoffed with so little rancor it almost sounded like a compliment. “That’s simply not true, Barbara. Perhaps not on your part of Earth, but where Donna and Raven are from, at least, humans are far more open with sexual affection.”

Barbara didn’t know why she was arguing, what she was even arguing. But it wasn’t like they let you into Gotham if you didn’t have a certain amount of boneheaded stubbornness. “Dick isn’t from there either!”

“No. But he’s adapted magnificently. Haven’t you? Why did you come here if you didn’t want to share in coitus with Dick?”

Barbara’s nostrils flared with each new breath. “Because I didn’t know you were fucking him, you bimbo!”

On that last word, the gleeful expression on Kory’s face dropped. She drew herself up to her full height, towering over Barbara, and faced her with eyes strongly glowing. “I am a princess of Tamaran and will not be spoken to in that manner, even by the truest friend of my beloved!”

Barbara held up her hands in both surrender and placation. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have said that… I should go.”

As quickly as she’d angered, Kory cooled. “No, don’t. I understand why you’re feeling so rash. You’ve been deprived. After all, you came here hoping for… satisfaction.”

She said the last word with diplomatic neutrality, but there was something so sexual about Kory that Barbara couldn’t help but blush.

“There is something to be said for how reserved you Earthers are at times,” Kory continued, returning to her natural good cheer. “That blush of yours is cute as can be. It’s no wonder you had Dick eating out of your hand—or wherever you fed him.”

Barbara turned an even deeper shade of red. “How can you be so... sanguine about Dick and I having been lovers? I’m practically trying to steal him away from you!”

“An action isn’t a thought. You Earthers think about sex all the time, but seldom do anything more. It’s a shame. I think you and Dick used to have absolutely fantastic sex.”

Barbara snorted, indignant—and perhaps not wanting to admit that yes, the sex had been good, as Kory damn well knew. “It’s no wonder he likes you so much. You may be all-woman, but you’re like one of the guys when it comes to sex. It’s all you ever think about too.”

“So you do not think about it? I don’t understand. You’re lovely, you’re healthy, you’re obviously intelligent. Don’t you know how good it feels to be fucked?”

“Yes, of course I do, but it’s more complicated than—it’s more complicated,” Barbara said. “I can’t just find someone who looks pretty and go to bed with them!”

“You can’t?” Kory asked curiously.

“No! I can’t!” Barbara insisted.

“But I can?” Kory asked, with a keen edge to her questioning that Barbara could feel, but not quite make out.

Barbara held her eyes shut, worrying that she’d offended Kory again. “Well… don’t you?”

“Yes. I do.” Kory lightly touched Barbara’s cheek and a brilliant spark passed between them, welding them together for a long, timeless moment.

She knew what she had to do to sort out her human friend.

Kory approached Barbara slowly, pursing her lips into a delectable shape. Barbara knew it was an openly offered, yet privately intimate side of Kory—the look of her as she kissed a lover. She hesitated to accept it; then closed her eyes.

They kissed. The spark joined them together again, this time in even greater heat.

Kory picked Barbara up and carried her to the bedroom. Barbara knew… or thought she knew… that she shouldn’t be doing this, not with Dick taking a shower in the next room. Not at all! It just wasn’t like her, having some random fling, and with Koriand’r, the woman Dick was not only seeing, but had just goddamn serviced.

Yet, Barbara still felt her need for Dick deep inside her. Only now it was for something else, something more. A desire Barbara had never felt before. She didn’t understand it, but she didn’t need to. Her anxious drive was comforted by being in Kory’s knowing arms. Those arms had held Dick, satisfied Dick, and Barbara wanted to share that even if it was indirectly.

Kory broke off the kiss in giggly, heated happiness to be nuzzled together with Barbara. “I want to make it good for both of us. It’s too long since I’ve been with a beautiful woman. And you’re so very beautiful, Barbara. Let me show you how much… all the luscious feelings you inspire in me…”

Barbara let Kory undo her blouse. She couldn’t say a single word. It felt too right, allowing Kory to strip her top away, to undo her bra. Barbara worried that anything she said might confirm that rightness, or ruin it. It’d been hard enough to psyche herself up to be with Dick—how could she accept this? Yet the more she let it happen, the better it felt… the more right it seemed.

With Barbara stripped to the waist, her breasts running up and down with her humid breaths, Kory fluttered a touch along their slopes. “You really are so pretty, Barbara. I’m fortunate to share a gorgeous woman such as you with Dick.”

Then she opened the jacket that was the only thing she wore above the waist and leaned down to rub her bare breasts against Barbara’s smaller ones.

Barbara wanted to protest. Dick and Kory were not sharing her! She wanted Dick, not Kory! But she liked what Kory was doing in a way that made her excitement for Dick feel like a distant memory. She liked the feel of Kory’s prominent, tingly nipples rubbing her own. A thrill vibrated into her pert breasts and from their swollen sensitivity, raced into the rest of her body.

She liked it! She really liked it! Even vibrators—and Barbara had found some very good vibrators—didn’t fill her with the sexual energy she felt now, skin to skin with her damn ex’s damn girlfriend.

Barbara couldn’t help but speak, babble really. “It feels nice… really nice… I never imagined it could be this good!”

“It’ll be even nicer,” Kory promised her, quickly shucking off her panties and kicking them away. She didn’t want anything between her own core and Barbara’s needy cunt. “The privilege of having you in my bed I intend to fully enjoy.”

Barbara stripped herself, feeling like all her sense had fled her and she’d become a robot. But there was nothing robotic about how she moved or what she was feeling. The rush electrifying her womanhood told her already how good this would feel. She’d never imagined making love to another woman, not even in her wildest dreams. Now she couldn’t wait to go through with it.

“You really do have such a delicious looking sex,” Kory breathed, the excitement in her voice leaving no doubt that she totally meant it. “I have to see if it tastes as good as it looks—“

“Tastes?” Barbara gasped, before Kory stuck out her tongue to bury it in the jungle of Barbara’s pubic thatch.

Kory swirled her tongue around, rough and pink, drawing up tiny, saliva-darkened spires of Barbara’s red hair like one cat licking another. Barbara went wild with rapture. Even Dick had never tasted her with such obvious, overweening pleasure. It was like she’d never felt a person’s tongue on her pussy before.

Kory showed her how a tongue could love when it knew everything a woman’s cunt could enjoy while on the receiving end. And Barbara learned she had no idea what joys cunnilingus could produce.

The sensations that pounded throughout Barbara’s flesh were so rich that she couldn’t say a word. She wanted more of Kory’s tongue stroking so expertly up and down her slot, but Barbara didn’t know how to say that, the right way to announce how good it felt and how much she would appreciate even more.

Yet Kory seemed to know exactly how pleasurable her own efforts were proving. She looked up, her lips splendid with Barbara’s wetness, and said, “You look like you could do with more. But then, all you Bats are gluttons for punishment, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, I want more!”

“Then let me give you the biggest thrill I have to give.”

And Kory pushed herself up to hover above Barbara’s body, spinning around in the air, opening her thick thighs over Barbara’s face. Her pink snatch—surprisingly shorn of hair, probably from some enviable intergalactic depilatory technology—was suddenly just as close to Barbara’s mouth as Kory’s mouth was to Barbara’s lucky cunt.

“Do what I’m doing to your pussy,” Kory ordered her… or maybe offered to her… it was hard for Barbara to tell with her head so overstuffed with experiences. “Believe me, I’m certainly getting a charge from what I’m doing. Can you tell?”

Barbara could. Kory’s sex was wet and engorged and trembling with such anticipation that Barbara didn’t know if it was a Tamaranian thing or if she’d just never seen a woman so turned on—not even herself.

She didn’t let herself think about it. She gave Kory’s snatch a quick peck and got a shudder out of the alien. Then, more boldly, she slid her tongue out of her mouth and ran it across the flowing river of Kory’s juicy pussy.

Kory shuddered even more forcefully. She felt Barbara’s tongue lick its way through her labia lips, then push deeply into her inner folds. And while Barbara learned the taste of her pussy, Kory went back to tasting Barbara’s.

It was even more delicious than before with the added knowledge that they were both tasting, pleasuring, satisfying each other. The sweetness gushing from Barbara’s little pink lips pleased Kory more than just about anything else—except maybe Dick.

She gave the human a run-through of everything she knew how to do to a woman’s snatch. Kory parted Barbara’s pussy lips with her tongue, seeking out and finding her tiny clit. It poked out from its hood, meek and hesitant despite the orgiastic circumstances. Kory started teasing it into the fullness of its potential. When it trembled stiffly against her licks, Kory knew she was getting to Barbara. Her fellow redhead couldn’t keep her hips still.