My Week With Everyone: Power Girl Redux

“Your turn?”

“Oh Rao yes.” She unzipped her skirt with a cum-drenched smile. “Power Girl says time to eat pussy.”

Karen stopped with her skirt off. Her long, toned legs sprawling out of the limo’s backseat, all leading up to her perfect, pantied little cunt, warm and wet, calling to Ted with the outline of her mound through the damp fabric. Karen raised an eyebrow at Ted casually and he realized that she meant for him to take over here.

Gently, like he was touching a dream and afraid of shattering it, Ted took hold of the tiny strands of fabric that comprised the waistband of Karen’s panties. He pulled them downward, off Karen’s ample hips and down along her perfect thighs. He did it by touch alone, keeping his eyes on Karen’s slit. Real. His.

Ted marveled at it: the well-trimmed golden fluff that confirmed Karen was most definitely a blonde, the neat little part of her labia lips to allow him a glimpse of her lustfully wet interior… seething and twitching as it awaited his dining pleasure.

Finally, Karen’s panties were around her ankles. Her freed thighs flared with stirring muscles. Her hips twinged back and forth subtly, like her cunt was reaching out to him. Ted reached around her to cup her full buttocks and tenderly pulled her closer, giving her permission to shove her crotch out.

They fit together, Ted leaning down into her spread thighs, kissing her bare belly with eager lips. His fingers shifted and kneaded in the plush flesh of her ass, while his tongue bathed her tautly muscled stomach, picking up beads of sweat that paired amazingly with the sweet taste of her supple flesh.

Karen was shocked at his tenderness. She was more used to the lustful frenzy of a wild man and she never would’ve thought Ted, of all people, would take the time to play with her, arouse her, make it good for her.

But with every second that passed, her skin was covered with fire. And the blue-hot core of that flame was moving lower with Ted’s kisses, moving down into her belly button and lower, into the hairs of her muff… then missing her pubis… going to her sensitive inner thigh instead.

“Oh, great Rao,” she whispered, ears burning, face flushing—she was embarrassed at how well this was working on her, how vulnerable she was to a man taking a little time and giving her a little care before he shoved it in and took care of business.

She felt like asserting herself, ordering him to really get to work, but she couldn’t bear to bring this slow, teasing arousal to an end.

“You’d better—not—fucking stop—“ Karen said haltingly, knowing she was whining and not caring.

“I wouldn’t do anything to piss off Power Girl,” Ted said in one breathy rush before he was back at it, tantalizing her where she was almost at her most sensitive… getting closer and closer to her core, making her anticipate it, thinking hotly that the next kiss could always be there, on her cunt, where she needed it.

“No, don’t piss off Power Girl,” Karen said dreamily, opening her legs wide and closing her eyes. “Please Power Girl… keep Power Girl happy… and Power Girl will make you feel very, very appreciated…”

Turning her face downward, she licked out onto the slope of her breast, grateful that their abundant size allowed her to tongue them without any real effort. She tasted Ted’s seed on her cleavage, still warm, and moaned around the flavor in her mouth. Then she swallowed. Tasting Ted at both ends.

Ted’s warm mouth worked up and down her legs. He kissed her thighs, her firm calves, her ankles, instep, toes, and then he lifted her feet to lick the softness behind her knees. Then, slowly but steadily, his mouth approached her cunt. Going carefully, kiss by kiss, but each one was determined to gain ground. Karen knew that this time, Ted would end up nowhere but her moist sex.

She let out a cry of joy when she finally felt his lips brush against her turgid labia.

“Holy shit!” she sobbed, feeling his mouth covering all of her slot, his tongue pushing into her juicy folds and savoring each inch, each convulsing bit of tightness, each fresh taste of her lustful wetness.

Crazed with exhilaration, Karen rolled her hips, pressing her womanhood tighter to Ted’s mouth. And he put his tongue flat on her clit, giving it an exquisite massage that Karen knew would never be bettered.

“Oh yes!” she crooned, putting her hands in his hair to hold him down, squeezing her thighs around his head. “Make Power Girl come, baby! Power Girl needs to come! Can’t stand it much longer! I’ve gotta come!”

Realizing how close Karen was to her orgasm, Ted licked and sucked with even more relish. He knew he’d soon have a rare taste of Karen’s ecstasy and he wanted to enjoy it for all he was worth.

“That’s it, Teddy!” Karen shrieked. “I’m coming! COMING!”

Ted felt her sex jerking and roiling, dancing with his tongue as Karen burst, swollen and fiery with a glorious climax that he spurred on for minute after minute, licking at her every flaring motion, sucking at her overstimulated folds to prolong each pleasured moan.

“God, Teddy, I knew you sucked, but you can really suck,” Karen sighed several minutes later, when she’d caught her breath and something like strength was coming back to her satiated body. Something like lust as well. “That’s usually what people do to my breasts… I’ve never had someone focus on my little pussy like that!”

“Why wouldn’t they? It’s one delicious dish you’ve got cooked up down there,” Ted smiled, kissing her on the knee.

Somehow, they made it to the hotel alive, and with an only mildly traumatized chauffeur. Karen didn’t even bother trying to make them look presentable. She scooped up Ted and super-sped him to their room.

“Wash up,” she told him, setting Ted down in the bathroom. “I want us both nice and fresh for this. Now that I know what I’ve got my hands on, I want it all over again—and this time I’m going to savor it.”

Ted threw himself into the shower, icy cold not to control his lust… there was no doing that… but to scour his body of the arousal he’d had up to now and open himself up to new possibilities. He wanted to go to Karen brand new, just like she wanted.

Still, it was a hard thing not to jerk off, with her luscious body fresh in his memory. He had to chill the shower temperature even further.

Pausing under the spray long enough to quickly lather himself, rinsed off just as fast by the water in a confusion of washing and controlling his breath and then realizing he was thirsty. Ted tried to drink the shower water before turning it off, going to the sink, and drinking from the tap: felt a little more civilized.

For a moment, Ted had the urge to dress himself, but that was too much sophistry and he felt it’d do Karen a disservice to act as if her fawning over him hadn’t given enough confidence to go naked. It surely had for him, even at his most neurotic.

He went into the bedroom, finding an ice bucket and two glasses on the dress and Karen on the bed. She lay naked on her side, propped up on an elbow to better display the lift of her abundant breasts, while one foot was flat on the mattress, arching her knee. She idly fingered herself with her free hand and Ted could only think to stand there, admiring her voluptuous, overwhelming nudity.