Titans of Barsoom 3

Cupping his spongy balls lightly, Dejah was thrilled by their weight and the full helping of cum they promised. She continued sliding the foreskin of Dick’s engorged shaft up and down.

He couldn’t stay still. Dick shifted and muttered, as though dreaming, and his legs stretched out to their fullest. his head reeled back until it dimpled the mattress.

Dejah’s fist, now well lubricated by his running precum, slid up and down his manhood with long, savoring strokes. She felt the full balls in her hand drawing away, tightly pulling to the base of his straining erection.

She knew what that meant—she should stop now, stop before he came. It had happened plenty of times with John, but surely doing it with this man would be going too far.

And yet… how long would be too long when it came to waiting? Already she wondered if it were her time to sail the River Iss. If that was her inexorable destination, what did it matter that she indulged herself some now? None of it would matter in the Valley Dor.

Yes… the true sin would be not to feel alive while she still could… to condemn herself to a living death, hardening instead of keeping herself soft and warm and loving for if and when her Carter returned.

She let go of his cock and Dick could only force down his agony at being denied her attention short of the crucial moment. If he could open his eyes, he wouldn’t have felt so deprived.  Dejah was reaching down, spreading her soaking slit and grinding her thumb into her straining clit. Her fingers rubbed inside her pouting lips, shocking Dejah with obscene bolts of pleasure as she stared at the towering erection she’d provoked, still thrumming in its need for her.

“Mmmmm,” Dejah sighed, lusciously undulating out her rapidly mounting passion. She’d been so aroused by fondling Dick’s maleness that it was hardly taking anything to work herself to orgasm.

Her lips fell open and she sighed explosively, caressing Dick’s throbbing stiffness with her eyes and imagining the overwhelming bliss of having it actually inside her.

Dick forced his gritted teeth to relax, making his contorted face slack. And he eased his eyes open just a crack, enough to see what Dejah was doing. Instantly he was staring into the hidden recesses of her creamy slot while Dejah panted, her breath coming heavier and heavier, as though it were more and more laborious for her fingers to stroke her cunt.

Dejah’s hips jerked. Her thighs trembled. Dick’s member boiled on the edge of ecstasy, pounding painfully with the need to sate itself. He watched Dejah in the throes of climax, unable to stop himself from opening his eyes to fully enjoy the sight of her taut neck, her grimacing face… her impossible attempts to muffle her cries of ecstasy.

She fell back onto her ass, and just as quickly rolled onto her knees, holding herself up on her elbows as she came gushingly, her liquid pleasure vented down to the floor below in a puddle that soaked her kneecaps. Her ass stayed up, swaying drunkenly, animated by the sparks of lovely feeling she still experienced.

Dick could hold back no longer. He’d allowed this woman to toy with him as only the most intimate of lovers had before. She’d indulged herself, gratified herself, worked him to the very limit and offered no relief. She would satiate this desire she’d spurred in him—and there was no time to talk it over.

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Dejah was half-drunk with rapture when she felt the heated length of Dick’s manhood slip into her from behind.

“Ohh, John…” she moaned tenderly, writhing when she felt the contact deepen, the first touch become a penetration and the penetration becoming endless pleasure.

She couldn’t think of what was happening, couldn’t launch into full realization of her circumstances. She could only feel what was to her like an erotic fantasy come unbelievably to life.

Dick drove into her. Not slowly, much as he might like to savor every bit of the rippling warmth that greeted him inside her, but hard and fast, forcing Dejah to delirium before she even knew it was a possibility.

“River of Mystery!” Dejah squealed excitedly, now fully in the throes of this mad, living daydream. “Take me hard! I love being yours!”

Strong, callused hands moved under her arms and around her body, taking her full breasts in a nearly painful grip. The fat cock that’d invaded her abandoned her cunt, but only for a split-second, before hammering into her ardently. It felt like the whole world was shaking after she received her first thrust from that monster.

“Oh yes! Hurt me! Hurt me with how much you love!” Dejah cried, feeling his fingers circle her stiff nipples and clutch them tightly, milking her of just a little of the painful passion that had gathered in her overheated body.

Dejah lifted her left leg, holding it up until she managed to get it onto Dick’s shoulder. He responded, taking hold of the back of her outstretched thigh, using the new hold and positioning to get his cock even deeper into her.

Dejah heard his huffing and grunting, felt the smooth floor she was shifting over with each thrust, and realized that something was wrong. This wasn’t the fucking she was used to, the fucking she loved. She liked it, but it was different. These weren’t John’s big, rough hands on her. Not his hairy chest that her raised leg brushed against as he embraced it.

Dejah turned about and finally gasped in shock, realizing fully who it was inside her. She panicked and pulled away from the man; his prick came out of her with a lewd slurp.

Then she rolled onto her back, opening her legs. They would finish—they had to finish. But she couldn’t let herself think it was John. That would be too much for her beleaguered heart.

“My name is Dejah,” she said.

“Dick Grayson.”

“I’m a married woman, Dick. My femininity is for that man. But I’ve used you sorely… I know how it is for a man… that he must finish what has been started. You’ll have to conclude this matter in my ass.”

And without waiting to hear his reply—without being able to bear the thought of it—Dejah rolled over, her bare ass softly quivering in the dim light. Dick was entranced by the ruddy red, as of a permanent blush, that colored her generous curves. They shimmered with her lush movements.

Dick laid his hands on the sculpted cheeks, fingers dipping into the deep cleft they offered. Dejah’s breath caught, feeling this stranger dig into her thick buttocks with his strong hands, touching her where and how no one had since John—and still he hadn’t touched her quite this way, holding her cheeks apart, letting her feel his warm breath land against her pink sphincter.

“Ohh!” she moaned. Dick had a perfect view of the tensing muscles all through her toned ass. He slid his tongue up between her soft, warm cheeks. Her ass lifted, as though to avoid the heightening sensation, but she only ended up making it more comfortable for him when he got to her twitching hole.

Dick didn’t hesitate at all there. He licked over it, up and down, titillating it into opening as his hands kneaded the quaking oblongs of her ass.

“Ahhh! YESSS!” Dejah hissed, shaking her ass for every wet stroke Dick gave her. “Put it inside! Let me feel it fuck me! Devour me whole!”

Dejah’s luscious ass jogged upward. Forced to a kind of attention by Dick’s tongue stabbing inside it.

God, there was so much of it, but Dick would quail at calling it fat, it was so finely rendered, its sweeps and tightnesses so perfect. His lips were planted firmly on her anus and he lustily scrubbed his tongue everywhere it could reach, heedlessly pleasuring her like he was desperate for every last toss, every last moan in her.

Dick was surprised to find no disgust in him at the experience. There was only the deliciousness of the forbidden, a taboo he enjoyed breaking even more with Dejah’s overt enjoyment.

It wasn’t an act he had ever considered before, but now it felt emblazoned on him, something in his repertoire that might recur with woman after woman he took into his arms. How would Barbara feel, he wondered, if she had his tongue inside her own nubile ass?

His tongue ached, but he was too in love with the way Dejah moaned and hunched to stop anytime soon. He thought he might even make her come like this.

Dejah cried out for more as Dick licked endlessly inside of her ass. She was surprised herself at how enthusiastically he had taken up her suggestion. She pumped herself into the ground, her ass shoving out into Dick’s covering face, and then she grinded back down, rasping her clit against the laminated floor so there was something in her womanhood to answer all the pleasure coming from her ass.