Meditation

“Now this is my favorite sex toy.”

Floating in the air, her legs crossed, her hands set in a meditational chakra, Raven briefly opened her eyes. She saw Barda grinning at her through the long black hair that covered her face; her whole muscular body was stiff, not just her prick. And Batgirl was there too, her own cock hardening, perhaps from Barda’s risqué talk, perhaps from Raven and her bare legs and the scant strip of cloth covering her pubis. 

As Raven stared at the impression the hard-on made in Batgirl’s tights, she couldn’t help feeling wet. She wanted that cock pounding her pussy, those strong arms holding her in place. But that wasn’t what Barda wanted, and what Barda wanted was usually what mattered.

Raven closed her eyes completely once more, continuing her chant. “Azarath metrion zinthos, azarath metrion zinthos…”

“Go on,” Barda said, “I know you’re thinking about it. Trust me, she won’t mind. Truth be told, I think she appreciates it. Like one of those monks that meditates under a waterfall. A little challenge never hurt anyone.”

Batgirl stood next to Raven. She pried her erection from her tights. Though Raven kept her eyes closed, she could smell the hearty musk of Batgirl’s arousal. 

Batgirl brushed Raven’s hood back from her closely clipped purple hair, then took hold of her bangs. Raven kept chanting, allowing Batgirl to push her cock through Raven’s lips, probing it deep into her throat. Raven continued chanting, her muffled words landing directly on Batgirl’s shaft as it slid wetly, in and out of her mouth. By tugging on her hair, Batgirl made Raven’s head bob up and down on her futa prick. Batgirl exhaled in satisfied relief at Raven’s permissiveness, twisting Raven’s hair down so her cockhead poked at the roof of her mouth, on its way to sliding deep into Raven’s throat, where she gagged on it.

“Suck on it,” Barda said, watching with her arms crossed, her cock twitching in her pants. “That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? If you didn’t like it, you could stop me from shoving my cock down your throat. You could even lock the door. But you like having a mouthful of dick. And now you’re going to be getting what you wanted from Batgirl too. It’s yours, so eat it!”

Raven looked up and saw from Batgirl’s maniacally excited eyes that she was aroused by every word Barda had said, that she agreed with her every bit about Raven being her sex toy. They were going to fuck her senseless. 

Batgirl rocked her hips forward, shoving her wet prick hard into Raven’s mouth. Raven groaned as the massive intrusion rammed in and out of her lips, but she knew she had to please her. She sucked as hard as she could, the taste of that strong musk filling her mouth, and for a moment, she forgot all about the indignity and indecency of what they were doing to her. The sanctity of her body no longer mattered. What mattered was the wet cock in her mouth, fucking her lips, impaling her throat. Raven concentrated on letting that prick slither in and out of her mouth while she licked and sucked on it.

“Yes, that’s the way to do it, you whore, that’s how to suck dick,” Barda said glowingly.

Batgirl’s hips rocked back and forth, fast, hard, filling Raven’s mouth with ten inches of stiffened need. It grew thicker in her mouth with every stroke. And it grew more pungent as Raven’s tongue swirled around it, making it leak precum, feeding it to Raven as she licked and sucked on its pulsing tip.

Batgirl willed her hips to relax, to stop herself from ramming herself into Raven any harder, and instead let Raven’s bobbing head set their mutual motion to undulating in a gentle rhythm, feeding her cock in and out of the liquid heat of Raven’s clenched throat. Raven seemed to have picked up the gulping, sucking staccato that Batgirl had set, and now her tongue and palate shaped a slippery channel for Batgirl. A shivering grip on her erection that was unbearably taut, yet gently massaging as she entered and the tip of her prick pressed into the yielding warmth of Raven’s suction. She was swallowing Batgirl now, taking her cock instead of just receiving it. As the undulations pulled Batgirl downward and inside, Raven’s tongue joined in, flicking and darting as her cheeks hollowed and she sucked with little wet moans. ‘Azarath metrion zinthos.’ Spoken around a throbbing hard-on.

And, still chanting in a quasi-religious fervor, she worked her mouth around the swollen hardness that filled it as Batgirl’s long, erect cock seemed to grow even more. Its size was incredible, obvious even inside Raven’s mouth and throat. Her lips were being stretched around it.

Raven inhaled deeply, letting more and more of Batgirl’s prick into her mouth—if, indeed, she even could deny a solitary inch of it. The cock stopped ticking forward when the head reached the back of Raven’s mouth. A comfortable niche a moment ago, but now far too small, far too tight, and far too tempting. As a resting place for Batgirl’s cockhead, it left simply too much of Batgirl’s lengthening shaft outside of the warm succor Batgirl knew Raven’s throat presented. Seeking to spare herself having Batgirl’s cock jammed into her gullet as Barda had done many times, Raven started sucking. Her mouth moved around the stiffness that moved to meet it, both with a soft, gentle rhythm. It didn’t occur to Raven that her throat had been trained to treat futa cocks so well, or even that she might be a natural at it.

Her tongue began darting around the prick’s veiny exterior, most especially licking the underside of the cock and the long, ugly vein that bulged from helmet to base. Raven’s tongue followed it all the way up the cleft at the bottom of the cockhead that bridged the way to the slitted opening on the tip. Batgirl moaned. Distantly, Raven was glad her sucking was to the woman’s liking.

She sucked harder, the noise loud and wet as she smacked her lips around Batgirl’s pulsating member. She reached up and caressed Batgirl’s firm, muscular thighs. 

Batgirl rested her hands on top of Raven’s, feeling them flex as she massaged Batgirl’s powerful legs. She was thrilled almost beyond belief; this sucking was the single most exciting thing that had ever happened to her prick. Raven’s lips were tightly collared around her member, inviting the ever-growing intensity with which Batgirl fucked her mouth.

With each passing moment and every inch of prick that went between her lips, Raven felt an excitement building inside her. She sucked with all the intensity she could muster, trying to match the arousal she felt at having a wildly throbbing cock all the way down her throat.

Batgirl’s face flushed to match her hair, the rest of her body sweating even harder within the tight confines of her body armor. She thrust her hips forward as if she could let out all the lust sizzling inside her. She felt like she was on fire.

Raven sucked hungrily, thrilling to the rich masculine taste of the prick somehow attached to the ripe feminine body she was fondling with both her hands and her eyes. A hot, tingling desire traveled to every part of her body, defying the loose robes she wore to make her feel naked, exposed. Her mind was totally absorbed in the continuous pounding of Batgirl’s thickly swollen cock. It just wouldn’t stop fucking her wet, wanton mouth.

Between her own thighs, the tender walls of her pussy throbbed and pulsed, demanding the heft of an intrusion like the one her sensitively stretched lips were getting. There was a sympathetic beat between the two. It was growing stronger in her cunt by the second. Her juices were seeping from her, running across her thighs and legs as they tensed underneath her. She didn’t know what was her pussy and what was the stinging sweat of her sore muscles.

Batgirl’s cock was beginning to spasm. She knew she could come in Raven’s mouth. She could come anywhere. As great as it would be to empty her balls into that hot, wanton mouth, she knew there was more she could do with this slutty, willing vessel hers to do with as she pleased. There were things she had heard about, thought about, things that she had always wanted to try, and Barda would approve of each and every one.

Mad with desire, Batgirl pushed Raven away from her prick. She pushed her down, until she wasn’t hovering anymore, but kneeling on the floor. And, standing above her, Batgirl held her prick to the side of Raven’s face and rubbed her cockhead against her cheek.

Raven smiled, loving the way cocks were hard and soft simultaneously. Warm and welcoming, yet throbbing with hardness. It enthralled her.

Batgirl moved her cock to the top of Raven’s head. Her balls rested on Raven’s lips. She pushed her cockhead into Raven’s long, lustrous hair. Moved it like a comb, lifting portions of that soft purple hairdo. Next she nudged Raven’s right ear with her prick. Then she moved it through the thickest part of her hair. She tangled her shaft in Raven’s hair, moving and stroking it against each lovely lock.

Raven kissed her balls as they hung over her mouth. Her tongue slid out of her lips to touch them, enthusiastically caressing and loving the load within them. Raven licked with all her concentration. She was moving her tongue over every goosepimple of Batgirl’s big, bloated balls.

Batgirl was enthralled by the feeling of running her erection through Raven’s long, silky hair. She had never experienced anything like this before, with anyone, and it gave her a shocking sense of freedom knowing that she could do almost anything with this sexy, servile woman. The realization had her cock tingling strongly. She thought about coming in Raven’s hair, but decided against it. There was only one place left to leave her mark.

“Can’t take it anymore!” Batgirl grabbed Raven’s hood with both hands and desperately fucked her cock into Raven’s mouth. The fabric actually tore as she forced her erection down Raven’s throat. “Coming! I’m coooommiiinnngggg!”

Her cock spurted. The first torrent gushed over Raven’s tongue, surging down her throat before Raven had gotten a real taste of what she was swallowing. Then the white ribbons of Batgirl’s seed pumped rhythmically out into Raven’s mouth, giving Raven a bare moment before her mouth was filled in which to taste and savor the taste. Then she was determinedly gulping it all down, trying to stop any from escaping her widely stretched lips, whimpering around Batgirl’s spurting cock as the flavor she already loved was swept, disappearing, down her own sucking throat.

“Coming… coming…” Batgirl trembled over Raven as the girl thrust her tongue onto Batgirl’s glans, lapping the last drops of cum from her aching cock. With her balls emptied of their load, Batgirl let her shaft flop out of Raven’s mouth. 

“Azarath…” Raven licked off her own saliva from her dripping lips. “Metrion…” She licked away the traces of jism that had spilled out thanks to her own chanting. “Zinthos,” she finished, having swallowed.

“One more thing,” Barda said. She grabbed hold of Raven’s ear, twisting it as she brought Raven’s opening, shouting mouth to her rock-hard erection.

It exploded between her lips.

Raven gave a little gasp when she felt Barda’s prick flare wildly—hot, thick cum rushing through the shaft. Barda hadn’t even allowed Raven to suck her, hadn’t given Raven any part in the sex except now being the receptacle for her copious seed. And Raven wailed with ecstasy as she received it, Barda hosing down her throat and whitewashing her tonsils. Her head flew up and down, Barda’s cream filling her mouth so fast that she couldn’t swallow it all. It overflowed her painfully overworked lips even as she gulped down mouthfuls of delicious spunk. Greedily, she tried to suck at the spurting cockhead, pull the precious honey out of Barda, but it was flowing out far more rapidly than she could ever suck it in. Barda’s load dwarfed her petty lust. Her cum ran around Raven’s cheeks, coated the roof of her mouth, soaked her teeth and gums. A river of the stuff drowned her tongue. Avalanches of it poured down her gullets while frothy serving escaped her lips and flowed down onto Barda’s balls.

At last she stopped coming.

Raven’s upper lips twitched as she felt a last few drops ooze out of her nostrils.

“Say it, bitch,” Barda said.

“Azarath,” Raven began, “metrion…” 

Then she doubled over and vomited Batgirl and Barda’s combined cum onto Barda’s boots.

Barda clucked her tongue and wiped her heel off some in Raven’s hair. “You’d better run along,” she said to Batgirl, who was already backing away from the spreading pool of cum Raven had been unable to keep down. “It’ll be a while before she’s done giving me a spit-shine.”