Cat And Bat And Cat And update

Selina pushed so desperately for the base of Peter’s cock that her full red lips curled inward over her teeth. As she tightened her jaw on Peter’s member, he felt no pain, only the softness of her lips padding over his length.

His body was weak, frail and shivering, and Selina steadied him, running her arms around his hips to hold him and fondle his muscular ass as she drove her face into his groin. The feel of his thrusting hips and the heat of his seed that she could still feel warming the passage down to her belly, it all made Selina’s nipples swell. Tense with desire, Selina rubbed against Peter’s thigh, raking her hot nipples against his firm musculature.

“Ahhhh,” Peter gasped, blinded by the feeling of her hungry lips, rocking in the rhythm that had been set as he jerked with each pumping release. Now he gasped wetly for breath as he set his hands on Selina’s head, her short black hair, and tugged it painfully.

“Gggrugh!” Selina snarled, a stab of heated breath jetting out of her, heaving over Peter’s manhood. She loved the pain, the sheer clawing need it spoke of. 

Heat raged in Peter’s scrotum, setting fire to the cum that came up from his groin in a rushing surge. Peter doubled over, crushed by the sudden jolt of pleasure. His seed welled up inside him, the pressure so great he thought it would strike Selina like a punch in the mouth. 

Only she bit down on his shaft, hard, her lips keeping her sharp teeth from cutting into him, but the pressure holding his swelling ejaculation knotted inside his erection, like her face was a cockring. Peter writhed, clenching, straining, trying to force it out, but only flexing the muscles of his ass harder for Selina’s mauling caress. He tried to escape, wrench himself away—even feeling his prick launch in the open air would be better than this denial.

“You told me not to hold back!” he grunted, locked on the verge of a heady release that he’d never felt before. “Grrrh… you’re the one holding it!”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” Selina purred in agreement, looking up at him and enjoying how he was squirming on the very edge of relief, where denial was the most painful.

Locking Selina’s head in his hands, Peter pushed and shoved with his hips, trying to get loose and let his aching erection shoot its load. But Selina held onto him like she was riding a bucking bull, swaying, dancing, not letting up one iota. Tears welled in Peter’s tightly shut eyes, tears of brutal enjoyment. 

Selina laughed around his cock, her lips and teeth maintaining their stranglehold on the surging erection. She wasn’t laughing at Peter, but at the notion that her maturity was robbing her of her sexuality. Look at what she’d reduced Peter to—how he was writhing and squirming in almost-ecstasy, held enthralled by her skill and sensuality. His eager young body was hers to command, hers to hurt or delight as she so desired. And now she wanted the reward for her efforts.

Selina threw her arms wide and Peter jerked back, wrenching free of her mouth altogether. He groaned—“Agghhh!”—as his cum burned its way through his cock, spreading open the slit of his cockhead. 

“HHHUUUUUU!” Peter howled, feeling the cooling bliss of his long awaited relief. His pearly white cum jetted from his cock like a faucet had suddenly been twisted all the way on. Thick ropes of it blasted onto Selina’s face, one following right on the heels of the last, coating Selina’s features and drenching her hair as her eyes blazed in delighted surprise, before they were forced to close by more of his seed splattering her eyebrows, her nose, one whole side of her face as she turned away. 

Peter let out a heartfelt moan as thick dollops of his cum continued draining out of him, lashing Selina’s body now, marking it as eagerly as he’d claimed her face. The sense of release was so great that Peter’s knees shook, and finally he collapsed back onto his ass. Selina followed after him, as greedy for his semen as she’d ever been for jewels. 

She landed on all fours like a cat, clenching her mouth on his member. A hot grunt burst from Peter’s lips as he felt the sweet succor of Selina’s mouth return, his eyes rolling back in his head—just as his ejaculation had started to let up, Selina began sucking at his erection, pulling the remaining cum out of his manhood. 

Peter felt drained, totally empty, but the pull of Selina’s lips kept cajoling more out of him. Peter sprawled out on his back, his hips slightly raised as if sucked off the ground by the sheer force of Selina’s gulping throat.

“Nnnnh!” he groaned, arching his back to ease the stiffening rictus he felt. His prick went deeper into Selina’s throat, feeling a new tightness in the untested muscles there, and Peter shook with tremors of joy as his seemingly endless load of cum continued to flow, spasms of pain spiking in the midst of his pleasure as his cock stung with the sheer force of his ejaculation. It was a wild mix of sensations, tangling up all his thoughts.  

One last foaming bubble of cum pushed into Selina’s throat and was sucked away, but she only slurped harder on his cock, hungry for more. Peter’s aching cock throbbed, painfully empty, and he pulled at an untainted lock of hair to get her cum-soaked face away from his groin.

“No more,” Peter protested weakly. “I can’t take it!”

Selina pursed her lips, a giggle escaping her. “I can. I can take lots more,” she said around his deflating cock. The salty-sweet taste of his seed lingered all over her mouth, seeping into her skin as she rubbed her hands over her face like a cat bathing herself. Peter pulled harder at her lock of hair. His fingers slipped over its sweaty lengthy, finally losing it altogether, grasping only a bullet of cum that had been hanging at the end of the strands. 

Selina caught his hand at the wrist and sucked his fingers into her mouth, drinking away the cum that had caught on them. It was yet another reminder of how good it felt to have her mouth full of hard young cock. He could’ve fed her a pint, but she still would’ve wanted more—and at her age, she knew how to get it.

While Peter laid in a daze on his back, Selina took his heavy scrotum in the palms of her hands, rubbing and squeezing them, puckering her lips to blow on them as if she were conjuring a fire out of warm embers. Then she took his limp prick back in her lips, humming deep in her throat as she mouthed it, like her stomach was growling with hunger for fresh cum. The vibrations teased his sagging manhood, making him stiffen even before the aftershocks of his climax had given way to a breathlessly gentle afterglow.

“C’mon, Selina,” Peter moaned. “You sucked my cock dry.”

“Mmmmm,” Selina moaned, seeming to enjoy his flaccid cock simply for its taste and heft in her mouth. “MMMMPH!”

“Hh! Hnn!” Peter grunted, feeling his cock painfully responding, swelling despite its utter exhaustion, painful tremors going through his groin as if he’d run a marathon and now was being stirred back into motion when all he wanted to do was rest. “If you get me hard again,” he warned, “I’m going to ram this thing up your ass! Unngh!”

“Good!” Selina retorted, muffled by how Peter’s cock was stiffening in her mouth, as if gorging itself on the sheer enthusiasm she was bringing to bear on it. This was why she loved young cocks. They got hard so easily and so fast, and then they did it again and again, firing as much cum as a woman could take, and she hadn’t taken nearly enough yet.

She wanted Peter’s cock in her ass. She didn’t care how much it would hurt or how filthy it would get. Afterward, she would suck his dirty cock clean again, hard again, and he would fuck her cunt. The tight, twitching recess that she was saving for last of all, since that was where she hungered for him the most.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Peter muttered, his cock burning as hard as iron being pulled from a forge. “I’m married to Felicia—I belong to her, this cock belongs to her… Oh God!”

Selina’s soft lips tapered down his shaft, pursing teasingly as they ran over his glans and slipped of his tip, leaving his cock thrumming with heated blood. “Don’t worry about her,” Selina cooed. “She belongs to someone else at the moment too.”

“What?” Peter asked, his mind dazed with pleasure, both hungry and anxious of more, and also plagued by the nagging question of his wife.

“Bruce will take good care of her,” Selina told him soothingly. “And I’ll make sure you have just as many orgasms as she does.”

“Shit, Felicia—Selina—fuck! Okay. Okay, okay, okay. I want your ass—I want it to be tighter and hotter than your throat was. I want to fuck your ass like I fucked your throat! Roll over! Show me your ass so I can ram my cock into it.”

“Of course, Peter.” Selina rolled languidly over, licking her lips while they still held the glowing heat of his manhood. She arched her back as she laid on her belly, bringing her pert ass up in the air like a naughty girl waiting to be spanked. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Peter moved behind her, moved to mount her, kneeling behind her upturned ass and admiring its silky smoothness, its magnificently sleek curvature. It wasn’t as voluptuous as Felicia’s, all womanly hips and vibrant curves, but he found himself loving the small, tidy robustness of it, a perfect petite ass in miniature, befitting her sleek frame. He delved his hands into the perky cheeks, cupping them in either hand, digging his thumbs into the valley to draw her buttocks apart and see the little winking grommet of her asshole. 

Then he heard moans coming down the hall, softly at first, then rising in joy. Peter tensed, recognizing them as Felicia. He wondered what Bruce was doing to please her, but equally as much did he not want to think about it—the cognitive dissonance freezing him for a moment.

Selina gracefully took his mind off the question, reaching behind herself to take his dripping cock in her hands, stroking it with practiced ease despite the awkward position. Not only that, but as she rubbed it in her hands, she ran the tip of his member between the buttocks he had pulled apart, teasing his cockhead at the tightly drawn ring of her anus.

Felicia’s cries grew louder, mingling with the light sighs Selina was letting out in anticipation, the two women forming a symphony of sexual bliss. There was shrill pleasure in Felicia’s voice that Peter had forgotten, not having heard in some time, and he was abruptly seized by the desire to stir such a frenzy in her himself, make her curvaceous body thrash as he knew it must be doing now. But Selina’s stroking hands, the offered tenseness of her asshole at the tip of his cock, kept him rooted to the spot.

His mind was being pulled like a rope, Selina and Felicia fighting over it in a tug-of-war. Part of him wanted to forget Felicia: his eyes were focused hard on the puckered sphincter that waited for his cock, his hands could already feel the clinging warmth of her ass, the tightness of her flesh, all the sweetness that this older woman held in store for his eager young prick.

At the same time, he heard Felicia’s cries of delight reach a fever pitch, frantic with need that he should’ve been meeting. “Do it! Eat my cunt!” she wailed. And Peter felt a pang of hunger within him, a desire to taste the sheer pleasure that was in her wailing voice.