Safehouse update

She looked so innocent, her bright-red hair the insolently girlish touch needed to finish off a Pippi Longstocking or an Anne of Green Gables, but Renee knew what her cunt tasted like.

Barbara Gordon was a familiar fixture around the police precinct, bringing her father whatever he had forgotten from home, hanging out just about everywhere but the shooting range (there the Commissioner put his foot down), doing her homework or devouring one of her books or peeping in on a briefing. She’d practically become a mascot. 

And now she’d latched onto Renee. The other officers thought it was cute: Barbara adopting Renee as a role model, bringing her lunch, wanting to interview her for the school paper. They didn’t know Renee was gay, much less how Barbara dove between her legs once she got her alone, always desperate for more of her cunt no matter how much she’d gotten.

Renee wanted to say no when Barbara showed up with a bag of take-out, asking her if she’d eaten and saying what a lovely day it was outside if she wanted to eat out in the fresh air and sunshine. It was unprofessional. It was unwise. Barbara wasn’t even old enough to buy alcohol yet, but she’d drunk down Renee’s juices as she made the policewoman come over and over again.

And memories of that made Renee’s cunt throb too much for her to ignore Barbara’s offer.

They only made it to the stairwell before Barbara dropped the bag and slammed Renee against the wall. She really could do some damage if she ever put her mind to it, with all those athletic muscles. Then they embraced, Barbara’s pert red lips pressing up against Renee’s darker ones. Almost unwillingly, Renee embraced Barbara, pulling them closer together—but it was Barbara who raised her knee, wrapping a firm thigh around Renee’s midsection to bring them even closer to each other.

Barbara’s lips locked against Barbara’s and she almost forced her probing tongue inside, though by the way Renee sucked on it, she appreciated how Barbara’s tongue slithered against her own. Her hands flowed through Barbara’s long red hair, which fell down to her shoulder blades, and Renee’s touch followed it all the way down to Barbara’s high, rounded ass, the cheeks full and firm inside of Renee’s hands. Renee pressed and fondled them as Barbara kept kissing her, then Barbara’s hands slid up, groping Renee’s breasts through her shirt, responding in kind to how Renee was so feverishly grasping her buttocks.

Renee was so into it that it came as a complete shock when Barbara pulled away from her, rolling her sweater up over her pink belly, then her freckled breasts, showing not a hint of clothing underneath. Barbara was naked from the waist up as she tossed her sweater aside. 

“No bra?” Renee asked, eyebrow raised.

“Don’t need one,” Barbara replied, truthfully enough. “And it’s less to take off.”

Renee bit her lip. As tight as Barbara’s jeans were, she might not have any underwear on—Renee would’ve been able to feel it. And as guilty as that made her feel, it put a throbbing awareness in her cunt that she couldn’t deny. She lowered her face to Barbara’s breasts, rubbing her cheeks in the warm flesh as she kissed and kissed and kissed, finding Barbara’s stiff nipples in all the sweet curves and sucking them hard. 

“Oh, Renee!” Barbara sighed. “You make it feel so good… I love you…”

“I’ll make you feel even better,” Renee vowed, pushing Barbara against another wall, still devouring her breasts as she slid a hand down the front of Barbara’s jeans and jabbed two fingers into her tight warmth. She was gratified to find that Barbara was too wet to keep her out.

Barbara gave a low moan as Renee worked her fingers back and forth, her pert breasts swelling with excitement as Renee still kissed and sucked them, and her pussy clenching until it seemed to suck at Renee’s fingers.

“You like that?” Renee asked between her tits.

“Oh yes!” Barbara groaned. “But I need… I need…”

She pushed Renee back suddenly, dropping to her knees, yanking Renee’s slacks down and burying her face between Renee’s legs. Renee reached down almost defensively, but ended up just cradling Barbara’s head in her hands as the girl kissed along her warm, tender thighs. She mewled with pleasure as Barbara’s wet tongue snaked into her groin, right across her panties, then Barbara’s teeth nipped in the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside. Renee squirmed against her hot breath and Barbara’s tongue slid over her labia, dragged teasingly along her slid—Renee whimpered, her cunt lips twitching, she wanted Barbara’s tongue so badly, she could feel her clit trembling. But Barbara drew away, looking up at Renee with burning eyes and her lips so fucking wet.

“You say it too.”

“What?” Renee gasped. “Say what?”

“Say you love me,” Barbara ordered.

“Babs, Babs c’mon,” Renee said, and tried to drag Barbara back between her thighs, but Barbara resisted, fixing her with an imperious look.

“You love the way I make you come,” Barbara insisted.

The blood was pounding far too hard in Renee’s head for her to think. “That’s right… I do love the way you make me come…”

“So you love me. Because I make you come so hard.”

Renee could only nod. Her pussy felt so tight, so empty… “Yes. I love it—love you…”

“I love you too, Renee.”

Then Barbara leaned in to kiss Renee’s clit and that was all she could take. Renee’s cunt seemed to be melting as the intensely sensual pleasure flowed out from that fucking kiss and washed over her body, sensations so potent and satisfying that everything else in the world became a blank. Nothing existed for Renee except the tremendous feeling of relief that pulsed in her cunt and exploded behind her eyes. Then she felt—wet. Very wet.

Barbara ran her tongue up Renee’s dripping slit before coming to her feet, her sweater in hand. She pulled it over her bare breasts while Renee was still standing there with her pants around her ankles.

“I’m so happy!” Barbara cried, kissing Renee on her flushed cheek. “I can’t wait to tell daddy about us.”