Maeve update

Maeve got to her feet and crossed over to Tim, standing over him arrogantly.

“Look at you! So many things to think at once, while all you really want is to see me take my top off. Well? Do you want to see my tits or don’t you?”

Tim was thinking feverishly. He was thinking that whatever this chick’s game was, playing along with her seduction would at least buy him some time. And it wasn’t like she was hard on the eyes…

“Take it off,” he grunted. “It’s not like you’re big into hiding them anyway.”

“Oh, that hurts, Tim,” Maeve stripped the tanktop over her head, unleashing her enormous breasts.

Tim’s eyes shot open at the sight of them, seeming even bigger without the pressure of the tight fabric holding them in, while her stiff red nipples broke up the monochrome of her pale, black-garbed body. All but the silver studs piercing them.

“God, Tim, you really are getting hard!” Maeve stared hungrily at the thick shaft of masculinity in his pants, its outline protruding through the slack fabric. “I’m flattered, you big pervert. Aren’t you on a team with Starfire? Doesn’t your sugar daddy keep having Wonder Woman and Zatanna over for tea and crumpets? It’s great that you still have such an appreciation for a nice set of tits. Or maybe it’s just that you haven’t been taking care of yourself. Is that it, Tim? Have you been saving all that pent-up cum for me?”

Tim shook with lust. Suddenly, he jumped out of his chair, lunging for her, grabbing her by the arms and then stopping himself. He held himself carefully still, but was unable to pry his hands from her arms. He just stood there, holding her.

Maeve giggled, especially at how the act of seizing her had made her breasts jiggle. She did a little shimmy, showing off their heft again, and laughed again at how Tim’s eyes dilated and his hard-on shook.

“Oh, you filthy boy!” Maeve cried in delight. “You wonderfully filthy boy… my tits aren’t enough for you, huh? You want to see my pussy too? Didn’t your mother teach you to say please? Come on, Tim. We both know you wanna see it all, so, so badly. But you have to ask nicely.”

“Please,” Tim gurgled, falling to his knees, his hands now trickling down her smooth legs, rubbing her thighs as if in a fever. All his lust from last night was back with a frenzy and now he couldn’t resist, with not just the sight of her but the feel of her offered up on a silver platter. “Please, that’s what I want, I want to see…”

Maeve kicked off her flip-flops and dropped her cut-offs down her legs until she was naked. Her pubic thatch was large and, unsurprisingly, dark. The pouting lips of her labia were dripping with her lust.

Tim couldn’t resist anymore. It wasn’t the same woman from last night, but they were both so damned beautiful, it didn’t really matter. He wanted to fuck this teenage goth every bit as much as he had the voluptuous MILF from the other night. He drove his face into her pussy, Maeve watching as his mouth covered her slit, rubbing against it, savoring the pungent scent of her horniness. Then he pushed his tongue inside her and she felt her knees turn to rubber.

“Not so fast, lover,” she said breathlessly. “Take your time. You can enjoy my pussy as long as you want… and I can enjoy you enjoying it. Here, let me lie down…”

She sprawled herself out on the rug, moaning happily as she spread her legs. Tim tried to restrain himself, regain control of his raging hormones, but he was on her in a second. His hands covered her thighs and her ass and her full, lovely breasts, while his face was only ever in her pussy.

He licked it like an animal, as if he had a thirst that only the juices from the depths of her sex could quench. His hands ended up shoved under her thighs, grabbing onto her shapely buttocks. He squeezed and stroked them while reveling in the feel of her wetness, her heat against his face. He basked in the flaring warmth, which seemed to flicker like the heat off a fire as he licked and sucked.

“Ungggg, Tim!” Maeve’s gorgeous face contorted with dreamy lust, her passion growing thicker and thicker as Tim’s tongue kept at work in the folds of her cunt. “That’s right, Tim! Do everything you wanted to do when you saw me last night!” Her hands, clad in fingerless fishnet gloves, grabbed onto the back of his head. “Eat my cunt! Eat my cunt good enough to fuck me!”

Tim ran his tongue greedily through her pink slit—another exotic note of color on her black and white body. He cleansed her pubic fur of the cream foaming from her sex. His right hand came out from under her rocking ass and with it, he slid a finger to her core, letting out an involuntary groan as he felt her inner muscles enfold his finger tightly.

“Yes, Tim! That feels good!” Maeve pulled at his hair as she humped her ass up off the rug, driving herself into Tim’s lapping tongue with a coital rhythm. It was clear that this wasn’t foreplay to her. She was being fucked by Tim’s tongue and she was fucking it back. “Unh! Uh! You’re making me come!”

Tim’s breathing raced with his gathering lust. He thrust a second finger inside of her, as if to match his passion, and stroked her pussy like he would’ve liked to jack himself off. If he wasn’t worried he would immediately bring himself to orgasm if he touched his supersensitive prick in his current state.

His lips moved further into Maeve’s bush. She stiffened, feeling his mouth brush over her clit. “Yes, that’s where to suck me! Yeah! Unhhh!” Maeve fan her fingers through her curls, coming to her pussy lips and opening them up for him. Her aching clit seemed to shoot up out of its hood to give itself to Tim. “Do it, Tim! I’m so fucking horny! I need you to get me off! Don’t you want to taste me when I come?”

Tim glued his lips to his clitoris, sucking it hard, stabbing his two fingers in and out of her clinging sex to send lustful reverberations all the way to the tip of her stinging little button. He couldn’t resist doing it and Maeve couldn’t resist the effect it had on her.

“I’m coming!” Maeve thrust her ass up in a frenzy, moaning and gasping as she ground it into Tim’s receptive face. “Oooh! Fuck, that’s so good! Eat my pussy, suck it… gggh! Yes, it’s perfect, perfect…”

The spasms raced through her hairy pussy, from her tingling clit to her aching nipples and down into her depths, where she gushed out the cream that doused Tim’s face. Tim sighed lustfully as he kept sucking and tonguing and rubbing his face against her climaxing pussy, licking up all he could from the swollen folds of her womanhood.

“Ooooh, yes!” Maeve gasped, no longer able to hold her ass up off the floor. “Are you ready for more, Tim? I know I am. I’m ready for you to fuck me…”

Hearing her say the dirty word, especially so obscenely, Tim was left with no resistance at all. He moved to take her into his arms and show her that the orgasm she’d just had was nothing compared to what his cock could do to her…

***

But what Tim really did was wrap his arms around the air mattress he was sleeping on. And when he went to thrust himself into her, or rather, it, he slid right off the inflatable and into the pool he’d been drifting and dreaming on.

Tim came up for air sputtering, remembering where he was and what he had—or hadn’t—been doing. He wondered if he should be grateful he’d awoken before it’d become a literal wet dream or feel heartsick that such a fantastic bang… even if it was only in his subconscious… had been interrupted. A rude awakening or a crude awakening. It wasn’t the biggest dilemma Tim had ever been caught up in, but at the moment, it felt pretty major.

He swam to the poolside and pulled himself up out of the water, sitting himself down with his legs dangling off the side of the pool to breathe in the fresh air and take in his surroundings. It was a beautiful afternoon, with a sun that was hot but not too hot for once. The sky was robin’s-egg blue, cotton candy clouds hanging around here and there. He found himself wishing he had someone to share it with, but of the women in his life, Cass and Steph had decided they could get better results from each other than from him, while Maeve was, sadly, a figment of his imagination. It seemed insane that, in Gotham, a perky blonde like Steph was real and Maeve the gloriously gothic was made-up, but that was the city for you. Perverse to the last.

Judging from the sun, it’d been hours since he’d first started sunning himself. An unusually deep sleep, but Tim guessed he could blame that on the hot summer sun. Anyone would feel lazy under its heavy rays. He was lucky he hadn’t burnt; and I probably shouldn’t test my luck any further.

Picking himself up, he trudged to the patio, where he sat down at a table underneath an unfurled umbrella, trading in the balmy heat for cool shade. He felt exhausted, like his dream orgy had been just as draining as a real one. But still, he wouldn’t trade it. A bang like that was good for the soul, real or imagined.

As bad as his voyeurism last night had been for his karma, it had obviously done his subconscious a world of good if that was the kind of dreaming he got out of it. Though he couldn’t figure out why ‘Maeve’ had been so young. Shouldn’t she have been the same middle-aged woman he’d spied on? When he’d been lucky enough to dream about Starfire or Power Girl, he’d never invented younger versions of them. Maybe his imagination was getting more creative. It wasn’t the worst fetish he could develop, living in Gotham City.

***

Cass moved as quietly as humanly possible. She always moved that way, but usually it was an unthinking instinct. Now she did it purposefully, achieving a kind of stealth that was usually only possible for shadows.

So as she came up to Tim’s room—inside his empty house, having easily slipped past the locked front door—there was no way Tim could’ve known she was coming. This, too, Cass considered and contemplated. She hesitated a moment; only a single moment, but still, unusual for her. Then she knocked lightly on the door to his room.

“Who is it?” Tim asked, before realizing he was home alone. He answered the door a moment later, armed with a bat. “No, seriously, who is—oh. Hi, Cass.”

“Can I come in? I want to talk to you.”

Tim killed his feelings of shattered isolation and comfortable privacy. Cass didn’t mean anything by breaking in. In her own convoluted way, she’d probably been trying to bother him as little as possible by letting herself in instead of calling ahead or ringing the doorbell. Besides, after his abortive wet dream that afternoon, he wasn’t sure his heart could take someone else showing up on his doorstep.

Cass entered his bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind herself. “Are we going to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Tim asked, setting the baseball bat aside. It wasn’t like it would do him much good if Cass suddenly decided she wanted him dead. And she probably wouldn’t decide that.

“You know.”

Cass went to his bed and sat down on it. Tim felt a jolt of arousal go through him. Cass was probably the most attractive woman who’d ever been on his bed—not that there was much competition there, not on this side of the collective subconscious—but he fought down the feeling. There was no way she knew the implication of, well, anything.

“Cass, your English is really getting good, but you still have to actually tell me what you’re—“

“Call me Maeve,” Cass interrupted.