Cat And Bat And Cat And update

Selina came back clasping a bottle in her hands, one supporting the base, the other wrapped around the neck just where it bulged into the shoulder. There was something sensual about the way she held that swell, her thumb caressing it wickedly. Peter actually looked away from it, it seemed so sexual, only to meet Selina’s eyes. The stare Selina gave Peter was impossible to look away from, a bright sparkle paradoxically in her dark and searching eyes. 

“Nice place you have here,” Peter said, not really sure what else to say.

“It’s as good a place to sleep as any,” Selina said. “But it’s what you do before sleeping that’s what makes life worth living.”

“Selina isn’t much of a homebody,” Bruce said, taking the bottle from Selina and popping the cork. Felicia had already fetched them some glasses, and as the foam poured out of the bottle, she rushed to catch it in one. Bruce smiled at her as she did so.

“Neither are we,” Peter said uneasily. “But I think you can blame that on the home.”

“I like our home,” Felicia said, now holding her glass steady as Bruce deliberately poured into it. “It has good walls, floors, furniture—I’ve checked them all, of course.”

“I hope ours lives up to your high standards,” Bruce replied.

Selina took two glasses from the crook of Felicia’s arm and held them out to Bruce, getting them filled in rapid succession. Sipping from one, she took the other to Peter. He gratefully accepted it—feeling Selina’s fingers flicker over the hand that took the wineglass.

“What about you, Peter?” Selina asked. “Do you think our home is better than yours?”

Peter coughed a little. “Well, it is very nice, but ours is our home. Right, Felicia?”

“Ooh!” Felicia cried, having knocked back a long gulp of wine. She started to tumble, but caught Bruce’s hand, holding onto it as she lowered herself down to sit cross-legged in the middle of a soft rug. Felicia’s thumb ran in a caress over his fingers, stroking the wedding band he wore. “That wine goes straight to my head—“

“I can’t blame it,” Bruce said, standing over Felicia. “Very good head.”

Felicia supported herself on her other hand, holding up her long-stemmed wineglass for Bruce to pour more. Her fingers spread in the plush carpet. “Your carpets are better than ours—bet they’d never give you rug burn.”

Bruce smiled. “Only if we try hard enough.”

Peter coughed again. “What I mean is, as nice as your place is, we’re comfortable at home.”

Selina clinked her glass against his. “Forgot to toast,” she said, her wicked grin seeming to encompass her girlfriend practically wrapping herself around her husband’s leg. “Then again, it can be fun to get away from home. Like a sleepover.”

Felicia gave Bruce’s hand a tug, cajoling him into sitting down beside her on the carpet. “Peter, why don’t we let the Waynes show off their place? They can both give us a little tour, and at the end, we’ll decide whether it’s better than our apartment or not. It might give us some ideas on how to redecorate.”

“We’re redecorating?”

“We are now.”

“This way,” Selina said, drawing Peter’s eye with a toss of her satiny black hair. “The bedroom is especially nice.”

As they left, Felicia raised her glass of sparkling wine in a toast. “To the bedroom,” she whispered to Bruce.

***

Peter could feel a frenzied pulse beating in his half-hard erection; not a full engorgement, but a heightened awareness of Selina, from her supple back to the lush sway of her ass, the deep cleft of her buttocks visible within the snug fit of her tailored skirt. He realized he was squeezing his fist in time with his throbbing prick; it was an effort not to spill the wine in his other hand.

Selina smiled, knowing exactly how invitingly her hips were wagging behind her, and what effect they would have on Peter. She could hear his breathing becoming ragged and uneven; the panting of a man in coitus. He just didn’t know it yet.

Her grin was even wider as they came to the bedroom door—the point of no return. Nothing pleased her more than exciting a younger man, with a young and virile cock. Though she took pains to keep herself trim and endlessly enthusiastic in bed, she couldn’t help but notice how Bruce’s extracurricular activities tended towards naïve younger women who he deflowered and conquered. Felicia was no virgin, but Selina doubted she’d ever been dominated the way Bruce no doubt would. She herself made no bones about enjoying the reassurance of reducing a young man in the prime of his life to sheer sexual need, no matter the age difference. There was a satisfaction in finding a rock-hard cock and knowing that it was all for her ‘mature’ body.

“Now this is really something,” Peter said as Selina ushered him into the bedroom. “It’s, uh, so great that I wonder how you get any sleeping done in here.”

One wall was one-way glass, a double sliding door that opened up onto a balcony. The other three walls all had large mirrors, reflecting the pair of them. 

“Who says we do?” Selina retorted. “Do you mind if I slip into something more comfortable?”

“Go right ahead,” Peter said, though he lost the back half of the sentence as Selina already started removing her tailored jacket.

Peter watched, surrounded by her reflections, a harem just of Selina. Even when he tried, he couldn’t look away; there was nowhere to look but her.

He’d thought that she would change in the bathroom, putting on slacks or a housecoat, something conservative like Felicia would wear when she didn’t care about her appearance and only wanted to relax. Instead, Selina stripped herself nude right there, keeping her back to him, her ass a scintillating set of curves, sweeping out from the dip of her lower back and then sloping in a pristine arc to her long, toned legs, her flaring buttocks perfectly balanced between voluptuous excess and athletic musculature. He was helplessly reminded of how creamy Felicia’s ass was, jiggling after he’d laid a much-loved spank on it. Selina’s was just as good, just as sweet, but in a wholly different way. It was like comparing apples to oranges. You just had to eat both and enjoy the different flavors.

Selina turned around just as she pulled on her filmy white robe, flashing the sweeping expanse of her naked body even as she tightened the thin material around it. It was so sheer that he could see the crowns of her large nipples, the dense black fur of her crotch. It was more of a veil than a robe, so soft and light that it swept away from her long legs with each stride she took towards him like feathers floating in the breeze. Peter gulped in stunned delight, almost choking on his last sip of wine.

Her breasts weren’t as big as Felicia’s, but they were perfectly fitted to her narrow body, an artistic swelling that gave them a pronounced sweetness. They stood up tall and proud, pressing through the veil with hardened nipples. Peter realized that his fist wasn’t twitching anymore. It was closed, as if tightened around one of those pert breasts. He could hear the wineglass cracking in his other hand and had to make an effort to relax his grip.

Selina ran her hands through her sleek black hair, her fingers coming off its fringes to spread through the wide, feathery collar of her enticingly translucent robe. Despite that, and the similarly avian hemline, Peter didn’t find anything birdlike about Selina. She was more like the cat that’d gotten the canary. “It’s stork feather. Whiter than ivory and softer than fur. The contrast appeals to both me and Bruce—hero and villain, good and bad… pain and pleasure.

Her arms slid around his neck, tightening slowly but without any strength. It was Peter who stepped closer to her. The warmth of her pale arms coiling around him only made him want more, and as she gave him more, he wanted more. The hammering throb of his erection pressed hard into the hollow of her thighs, the sweet suppleness of her robe and the warmth that her soft flesh promised underneath.

“Hard and soft,” Peter replied breathlessly. “Wet and dry.” Those were the two contrasts foremost in her mind as her lithe body pressed against his, teasing and enticing him with a subtle experience that Felicia was too young and brash to know.

“Married and not married,” Selina purred. “Your turn to get comfortable…”

With his body tightening to hers, her hands ran through his young, full head of hair, down the strong muscles of his shoulders and back. Her fingers spread to go lightly down his sides, skimming his hips, then slipping between their bodies to find the clasp of his belt.

“Does Felicia ever suck your cock?” Selina asked, pulling his belt buckle to the side, unspooling its leather length through his belt loops until the whole thing uncoiled to the floor.

“Yes,” Peter groaned as her other hand unzipped him.

Selina shook her head. “No, she doesn’t. She puts it in her mouth. I’m going to suck it.”

She got down on her knees. All she had to do was pull his fly open and his cock burst out, pristinely hard. She ran her wet tongue up one side of the shaft, tracing the swollen veins that rippled through it, flicking the tip of her tongue at his collar. After circling her tongue around his engorged cockhead, she parted her lips and let them slip down his glans, teasing him by volleying her fellatio back and forth over his knob.

“Nnh! Shit!” Peter felt fire swelling in his balls. He didn’t know if Selina was a better cocksucker than Felicia, but at the moment, it hardly mattered. A stiff breeze felt like it would be enough to get him off. “I’m about to come! I’m gonna come in your fucking mouth, Selina!”

He grunted, taking hold of the back of her head with his free hand, helplessly pumping his cock into her hot, tight lips even as he clenched his teeth and tried to control himself.

“Don’t,” Selina said as he slid in and out of her mouth. “Don’t try to hold back… I want it! Let those big aching balls fucking come!”

Her fingers clenched around his scrotum, pressuring his balls in their hairy sack, increasing the terrible, wonderful pressure he felt swelling in them.

“Grrn!” Peter gasped out, his teeth still clenched tight.

“Let it happen—give it to me!” Selina’s circled lips moved right to the tip of his cock. “Cooooome!”

Then she plunged herself down onto his cock. Peter couldn’t resist the sudden tightness of her mouth, the demands her sucking put on him. Her tongue rolled and teased his cockhead from every angle, electrifying his nerve endings with wild delight. Selina trembled with delight, actually enjoying herself as she molded her mouth to his thick shaft and compelled it to spurt.

As he came, Peter spilled his wine. It landed on Selina’s upturned face, splattering her features just as his cum as splattering her gullet. 

“MMmmmm,” Selina moaned, sucking down a girthy swallow and swaying rhythmically as if dancing to the beat of his pumping flow. Her darkly gleaming eyelashes batted open and shut in exotic waves as she gloried in the taste of his cum.

Peter’s hips rocks, thrusting at her wavering lips as he felt his cock jolt again and again. His eyes clamped shut as he felt the searing joy fill his rod, making him wail out: “Suck it! Swallow it! Eat my cum!”

Selina made a series of gurk sounds as she gulped over and over again, seeming to take on the delicious tension Peter had felt just as she took his seed. Peter could feel her strain, the pull of her ovalled lips becoming stronger. Just as a little of her body heat had made him desperate for more, the taste of some of his seed just made her want more, more, more.

Her hot breath flowed into his pubic hair as she happily smelled his orgasm as well as tasting it. She felt refreshed by his heated prick, revitalized by the pistoning of his hips. There could be no doubt. He wanted her just as badly as his young, inexperienced Felicia. It had been proven by the flood of hot cum now residing in her belly.

The empty wineglass dropped from Peter’s hand. Its contents ran down Selina’s face. She licked her lips, pairing his seed with his drink, then wiped her face with her hands, kittenishly licking her palms after.

“You’re the best,” Peter gasped in a voice that seemed to come from deep in his balls, as strained and deflated as the rest of his body. “The ways your lips move, the way you pull and suck… goddamn, Selina… suck me some more. Suck me hard again.”