Titans of Barsoom 2

Dejah moaned loudly, but she doubted he could hear her. She wished he could. She’d never been so hot, so filled with kinky sensation.

But the best was still to come. As lovely as it had been so far, Dejah knew this would pale in comparison to what would follow, as she slid her hand down to her pussy—barely able to contain her excitement.

She spread her legs wide, showing the pink opening of her sex. Her hips wiggled while her fingers crept through the gossamer curls that defended her sex—then, into her cunt. Her whole body heaved then. A feeling of rapture, electrifying her, making the simple motion of her fingers into her slot almost too much to bear.

Her body shook, and shook more the more her two fingers entered her. Breasts jiggled, hips undulating with the pleasure that moved along her flesh with her speeding fingers. It was a sight she felt sure any man would remember until his dying day.

Feeling she had an audience, even if he wasn’t truly watching, made Dejah’s lust feel like a comet burning through the atmosphere. She avoided touching her clit, knowing it would bring her to orgasm immediately. And she wanted to give this man a longer show than that, whether or not he could see it.

Dejah kept stroking her fingers inside her wet passage, writhing vigorously with her own masturbation. She felt like two separate people… lust and pleasure too much for any one soul… both of her trying to withstand the delights she felt and trying to provoke more.

All the while she kept a massaging grip on one luscious breast. It was so good to the touch Dejah found herself wondering what caressing another woman’s breast would feel like.

“Oooohh!” she cried in a strained voice, as would a woman being tortured, but she doubted that if the man heard her, he would think she was in any pain.

Had he heard her? Was he watching her? Could he even be pumping the erection she’d given him? Dejah wished she knew, but she couldn’t open her eyes and find out—it’d be too much of a turn-off to see him and know he wasn’t masturbating, or that he was still asleep. As unbearable as it was, not knowing was the greatest pleasure available to her.

Dejah let go of her breast and brought that hand down her body too. Still fingering herself with her right hand, she rubbed her clit with the left.

She tried to picture the man watching: the look on his face, how he must feel. She knew what he must see—her own lavish body stretched out on the chair, both hands busily working between her legs, her breasts swaying from side to side, their heavy contours blurring with each bolt of enjoyment she felt.

“YESSS!” she wailed, hoping he could hear her but not daring to find out.

Dejah’s legs kicked wildly as she arrived, her head lolling against the back of the chair like it was about to fall off. Her body jerked and quivered and soon hungered for even more.

***

Dick’s eyes opened to slits.

He sensed that he wasn’t in a familiar environment, not even the secondhand familiarity of a hotel room or ladies’ bedroom. All he could tell about the room was that it was dark—and that directly in front of him was a woman and she was completely naked.

And what little light was coming into the room had to be colored, because he could’ve sworn that she was red. An alien? Because much as he liked Hal, if this was a Green Lantern, he radically approved of the change-up.

He felt his balls tightening, or at least feeling tighter, because there was suddenly much more than the usual amount of seed inside them. Oh Christ, she’s giving me a hard-on, he thought, staring at her plump breasts from under his eyelashes. And not to be too smug, but I think she’s going to notice.

Then he noticed the smudge of pubic hair between her legs and realized she wasn’t wearing any panties, not even a thong. Even in a world where Poison Ivy and Catwoman seemed to be in a combination as to whether the hottest woman in Gotham would wear less clothes or tighter clothes—not to mention that new sidekick the Joker was hauling around who wore both a skintight costume and was an acrobat—this was just too much.

Dick swallowed hard and tried to think of a way to inform the woman that he was awake when she casually hooked one leg across the armrest of the chair she was sitting on. His eyes dropped to fasten on what he’d been trying to get Babs to show him for ages.

Her pink, pouting pussy—barely covered by a frosting of dark curls. Beneath it, her flattened buttocks were pure temptation. Dick sucked in his breath and shut his eyes, still not sure how to inform this nudist that he was awake, but knowing he couldn’t very well gawk at her until she noticed.

But even with his eyes closed, all he could see were her pink lips, the inviting flesh descending in glossy rings to the depths of her sheath—a space meant for the answering growth in his crotch. Dick licked his lips, his eyes still closed, as his imagination tried to pick up the slack of what it would feel like to be inside her.

He realized how hard he was when his erection crammed itself into his trunks, which were too tight to be overly permissive when it came to space. Damaged as they were, they even gave way a little, fabric splitting with a quiet noise that still sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Dick.

He split his eyelids a little, hoping that in the dim surroundings the nudist wouldn’t notice that he had grown almost as red as she was. But she wasn’t looking at his face. She was staring at his crotch with an open mouth and bulging eyes.

Dick was forced to admit that it was the huge tent in his costume that had drawn her gaze. Hopefully she simply thought that he was having a wet dream. She couldn’t know that it was her own body that had aroused him so.

It made Dick wonder what he would do if he walked in on Barbara having a dream like that.

Shamefully excited, Dick watched fearfully as the lovely nudist got to her feet and tiptoed to the foot of his bed, her eyes never wandering from his bulging trunks. He knew from the reactionary feel of the material that his erection was pulsing, jerking against the fabric like it could break free from it.

“Dast!” he heard the woman breathe, and then she was looming over him, so close that he could smell her scent and feel the warmth of her flesh.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” she whispered, almost in his ear.

Dick couldn’t have answered her even if he had any idea what to say. His heart was in his throat. He was so overwhelmed trying to resist temptation that he couldn’t think of anything besides what he wanted, but couldn’t, do to her.

She knelt now, her eyes on his lap still, and her hands hovered, trembling, over his midsection.

“Dast to all of it,” he heard her mutter. “I’ve just got to see… please, don’t wake up now, not until…!”

Dick’s heart nearly stopped when she reached for him, taking hold of his torn leotard and finishing the job his battle damage had started, ripping it off him like saran wrap. His erection sprang up, throbbing even harder in the air than it had packed inside his trunks. Precum dripped down from the tip like the first drops of a spring shower.

“By the Jeddaks!” she choked, speaking the awe Dick saw in her eyes at how massive he had grown. She looked up at his face—Dick shut his eyes tightly, and a moment later felt her stare come off him, going back to his towering erection.

He peeked through slitted eyes again to see her fingers approaching his member, halting with indecision. Dick was horrified, but couldn’t possibly think of how to ‘wake up’ now without embarrassing her. And if he kept pretending to be asleep…

Soft, delicate fingers rounded his burning prick. He couldn’t help but groan; Dick shut his eyes again to make her think he was doing it in his sleep. It must’ve satisfied her, because she immediately started fondling him, caressing him. Amateurishly at first, but well enough to madden Dick with lust. He tightened his fists and dug his heels into the mattress, trying to hold in any outward sign of the pleasure he was feeling.

Her other hand went under his scrotum, soft palm cradling it, lifting it up with another awed mutter.

“So much…” she gasped.

If she didn’t stop soon, Dick knew, she would find out just how much—all over her face.