Peter Meets Starfire update

“Peter, come on in,” Kory said, ushering Peter through the front door with such efficiency that he barely had a chance to say no. 

Her apartment was kitschy, overflowing with flower pots that nestled in recesses and hung from the ceiling, their vines sprawling out into the misty air that came from the humidifier. It was no wonder Kory was wearing a sleeveless tee and shorts. The place was almost tropical, with blasting air conditioning and circling fans providing a rush of cooling air for the benefit of guests. Peter sat down in the breeze, noticing the place was also full of knick-knacks: photos, souvenirs, an eclectic mix of the obviously sentimental and things that had presumably just caught her all-green eyes the right way. Obviously, Peter couldn’t give anyone tips on interior decorating, but it seemed wrong that a woman who was otherwise so stylish, fashionable, and downright beautiful lived in hippie conditions.

He moved gingerly as he leaned back in his seat. Since the last time he’d seen Kory, he’d taken a pretty heavy beating from Doc Ock. It was almost enough to make him turn down her latest invitation, but her company had to be better than lying in bed as a mass of bruises, waiting to see what new part of him would swell. 

“You’re hurt,” Kory commented, her voice fraught with worry. She looked over him, the tips of her fingers lightly flowing over his bruised skin, seeming to judge him like a vegetable in the grocery store.

“Often,” Peter replied. “But if your plans don’t involve me moving very much, I’ll be fine.”

Kory patted his chest reassuringly. “Just stay right there. I’ll get you a drink and something to eat. All we’ll do is watch a movie.”

Peter nodded dully, trying to get comfortable when every breath seemed to throw a jag of pain across him. Finally, he got his body situated so that his kidney didn’t have any complaints.

Kory left and came back with a glass of water and a plate with a BLT sandwich on it. It tasted good. Thankfully, it seemed Kory had grasped that the stomach was the way to a man’s heart quicker than most other aspects of Earth culture.

She sat down on the couch beside his easy chair and turned on the TV with the remote. DVD player menu. She pressed start. The menu became a swirl of motion, became a view panning across a bedroom, coming to a bed where a young brunette lay, blankets drawn up to her throat. Even covered up, Peter had an impression of her large breasts and long legs under the obscuring of the sheets.

“Home movies?” Peter asked.

“Like we talked about,” Kory said. It hadn’t gotten any cooler, but her nipples were in evident under her top. Any bra she might’ve worn was very much not in evidence. “Now watch.”

Peter didn’t recall talking about any such thing, but it was hard for him to follow his conversations with Kory anyway.

A voice came from off-screen. “Raven? I’d like to talk to you a moment…”

The camera swirled, being set down on the nightstand, its view of the bed revealing that Kory was sitting on it now, wearing only a football jersey. Her pants, if she wore any, were lost underneath the untucked jersey and her long, lean thighs. 

“That’s you!” Peter gasped. “Jesus, you’re so—young…”

“I know,” Kory said. “I’ve developed more since then. My species doesn’t finish puberty until we’re about twenty-two in your years…”

Peter gulped, eyes scanning over her breasts. That explained a lot.

On the TV, Kory reached out to pull back the covers. Raven laid in bed, wearing a white nightie. “What’re you doing with a camera?” Raven asked, glancing incredulously at the lens.

“This is an important conversation,” Kory said, running her fingers through Raven’s shortened hair. “I want to have a record of it. Now, have you given any thought to relationships yet?”

“No, Kory,” Raven said humorlessly. “Or fucking either.”

Kory pulled back the sheets, uncovering Raven to halfway down her breasts. “Isn’t that a shame? We should talk about it. And I seem to be the resident expert.”

“I don’t think I need an expert just yet,” Raven said, the blush on her cheeks giving the lie to her disinterested voice.

Kory smiled reassuringly. “Why not? You certainly look ready…” She tugged Raven’s nightie down and put her hand on the left breast, idly toggling the pink nipple. “Just look at this beauty. Is it very sensitive?”

“Kory, what are you doing?” Raven demanded, looking down at Kory’s adroit hand, but unable to pull away from it—simply watching as Kory fingered her nipple to erection.

“I’m seeing if your breasts are as sensitive as mine.” Kory stripped off her jersey, revealing her full breasts to Raven’s fascinated gaze. She did wear panties. They were small and white, going around her thick thighs and abundant ass like straps more than underwear. “Of course, mine are bigger, but yours are beautiful as well. All that really matters is how tender they are.” She reached with her other hand to pinch Raven’s free nipple, watching the tremor that seemed to reverberate in Raven, keeping her quivering for second after tension-filled seconds. “Oh yes. A lover—the right lover—could give you a lot of pleasure here. Me, I can orgasm just from being sucked at hard enough. What about you?”

“I… I don’t know,” Raven stuttered. 

“Don’t worry,” Kory purred, letting go of Raven’s nipples. They almost visibly throbbed for more of her touch. “I’ll help you find out. I am an expert, after all.” She lowered her head, sucking one rigid nipple into her mouth…

Peter barely managed to tear his eyes away from the television set to see that on the couch, Kory was massaging her breasts through her top. Using only the tips of her fingers, she made her nipples throb and stiffen until it seemed like they would pop right through the fabric. Slowly, relishing having Peter’s eyes locked to her every movement, Kory hooked her fingers on the hem of her shirt and pulled it up above her head. Peter had seen her cleavage before, but it still came as a shock to be exposed once more to her tits’ soft, creamy fullness, so high-set on her chest and yet so ripe and yet so unmistakably real. 

“If you’d rather watch me,” Kory said in a husky growl, “I can give you something to watch…”

Peter was stunned, but he recovered his wits before he could take her up on her suggestion. “Kory, I’d love to, but c’mon—I can hardly move…”

“You just lie there,” Kory said, getting up from the couch. She crossed to his chair and reached down past him to grip the lever, dropping the headrest back until Peter was nearly horizontal. “I’ll do everything. You won’t have to move one inch…”

Kory walked around the easy chair. Peter didn’t dare move. Not because of his pain, that was forgotten, but because the sight of Kory jostling in her enormous breasts with each mincing step was too much for him to believe. He watched as Kory came to the head of the chair, then climbed onto it, straddling his head with her knees. He could only look on in awe as she came down to his lower body, all of her voluptuous flesh swaying nakedly as she lowered her mouth to Peter’s waist. She kissed his belly, jogging light pain through his injuries as his body flexed with the heat of her kisses. And, skillfully, unhurriedly, she worked his belt buckle apart.

“And feel free to show your appreciation,” Kory trilled, her voice just halfway between teasing him and loving him, as seemed usual. “You have my permission—I think I taste real nice today…”

Peter moved like a man in a trance, pulling down her shorts for the expected vibrancy of her bare cunt. He kept the shorts and panties trailing down her long legs until Kory was able to kick them off, then he licked her from her clit to her ass, his tongue trailing between her buttocks and teasing her anus before he ended the stroke. While he mustered the courage to do it again, to see if he could possibly succeed in pleasing this goddess, Kory tugged down his zipper. His freed cock shot up into the air. Kory looked at it like an old friend—long, thick, and dripping with the precum that was rolling down from his tip.

“You have such a beautiful cock, Peter,” she murmured, nuzzling the throbbing knob with her lips. “It’s a shame I can’t keep looking at it while I do this…”

She closed her mouth around his swollen cockhead, holding it tightly to her taste buds to let them absorb the flavor of his straining erection. It was all Kory could do to suck instead of smile. How could she not be happy when she was sucking a hard cock?

Underneath her, Peter was tonguing deep into Kory’s sex, desperately trying to keep up with the pleasure she was inflicting on his member. Kory’s eyes flickered upward in her head as he touched a particularly receptive spot. She’d never had her pussy eaten so hungrily before.

The video was a good idea, Kory thought as her pussy sloshed, spilling her abundant cream into Peter’s mouth. He’d made her come already, perfectly fulfilling the anticipation that had made her womanhood tender since they’d first made their date.

Her ass clenched, coming down from her orgasmic high into a pleasured quiver. Peter’s delving tongue was easily as satisfying in her cunt as his cock was in her mouth. Sixty-nining with him was like having two men at once.

As they writhed, the chair could no longer hold them. They twisted their way to the ground, thankfully landing with Kory’s firm body on the bottom, but the impact still made Peter groan. Kory began the long trip off of his manhood to ask if she was okay, but before she could get his cockhead out of her throat, Peter kissed her pussy as passionately as her most romantic lover would do her lips. Kory went cross-eyed and kept his cock in her mouth, simply absorbing the ecstasy Peter gave her until his prick was throbbing too hard to ignore. In answer, she started bobbing her head on it once more.

The best sex, Kory found, was often like battle, and with them engaged once more, they rolled like wrestlers, each trying to find a position to better satisfy the other. Somehow Peter ended up on top despite Kory’s formidable strength, his prick surging down her gurgling throat, her open cunt crushed against his face with his tongue right in the middle of it. It made Kory thirsty, having Peter’s hilted cock pulling the spit from her throat with the friction of his thrusts. She craved his cum like she hadn’t drunken anything in weeks.

Come in my mouth! she thought as she stroked his back and muscular ass, trying to push her words into his body while his thick member filled her mouth.

All Peter could do was thank God he hadn’t masturbated in days. Knowing Kory, she would only be satisfied by everything his scrotum could possibly hold.

Kory felt his cock shaking with tension, only steadied by the tightness of her throat as he pushed far past her lips. His cockhead was deep in her gullet, his veiny shaft rubbing against her tongue. Peter’s thrusts were pounding her head against the floor, but Kory didn’t mind. She could take it. As long as he kept licking her cunt the way he was, he could use her mouth as hard as he wanted.

Kory’s eyes rolled back in her head—the rough enthusiasm of her treatment coupled with Peter’s loving attention to her cunt was getting her off, thrusting her into a spasming climax. And as if her sheer exuberance pulled Peter along with her, her mouth was suddenly flooded with the bittersweet taste of fresh cum. His cock spurted wildly as he continued pistoning it down Kory’s throat. She couldn’t swallow all of his cum, no matter how much she wanted to. 

Her cheeks ballooned and Peter’s continued thrusting pumped his excess cum out of her splayed lips and all over her face. She felt like laughing gleefully, even as he kept up his strokes down her throat, forcing her to swallow more and more. Kory had never had her mouth fucked with such force. She’d never swallowed so much cum, even with much of it splattered across her face and lost in her hair. The only consolation she could accept for that was that next time, she’d be able to try harder to swallow it all.

“I want to fuck you, Kory,” Peter gasped, pulling his cock away from her just to stroke it back towards hardness himself. “I want to fuck you until you feel as good as I just did—“

With one final swallow, Kory purged all of the cum from her mouth. It was an effort not to move onto that dripping from her lips. “Peter, no. Absolutely not. You’re hurt. You need to rest.” Gently picking him up, Kory deposited him back in the easy chair. “Of course I’ll help you masturbate, it’s excellent pain relief, but no more sex. You’ll strain something.”

As Kory walked away—of course not bothering to dress again—Peter thought there could not possibly be anything on Earth that would hurt worse than his balls once they filled up again. And with Kory’s ass being as floridly curvaceous as her breasts, that wouldn’t take long.

When Kory came back, she was dressed as a nurse. “Hope you’re comfortable. I have a lot more movies to show you. I made so many friends on the Teen Titans…”