Big Barda's Little Bacchanalia

Babs knew it was at least a little immature, but as long as she had a strapping futa cock, she wanted to experiment with the strange new sensation of masturbating it. She already had the Hitachi wands, and they felt exquisite as she ran them along the length of her shaft, buffeting it from either side. The vibrations went deep inside her, rebounding on some core of pleasure that throbbed and hardened perceptibly: she could see how large and intimidating her hard-on had become.

“Hey, Batgirl, you want to train—“

Big Barda stopped. She had gone to Batgirl’s room just as an overture of friendship, but she’d had no idea she’d see anything that friendly.

Batgirl pulled the vibrators away from her member, but couldn’t seem to stop them from buzzing and whirring impressively, or her cock from spasming with need. “I can explain.”

“Heh,” Barda grunted. She closed the door behind her and sat down beside it. “I guess you were training already. Maybe we can still do it together.”

Squirming down to the edge of the chair, she opened her belt and unsnapped the waistband of her jeans. Then she drew the zipper down slowly, teasing herself the way some of her girlfriends liked to do.

She wasn't wearing any underwear under her tight jeans and as the zipper pulled down, her cock came springing out from her fly like a rocket.

It snapped straight up, quivering with tension. Barda gazed down, admiring her erection. 

Batgirl blinked in surprise, her eyes glued to Barda’s cock and balls. Barda reached into her fly and hauled her testicles out now, revealing all of her futa nature. She was hung even heavier than Barbara! The horny teenager had to stifle a little squeal of delight as she got the visual treat..

Barda's cockhead was huge and it was so hot that it was glowing like a lightbulb. Her stalk was thick and iron-hard, seamed up the underside by a dark vein as fat as Batgirl's little finger. At the base of her cock, her balls were inflated like balloons.

As she stared at that meaty masterpiece, Batgirl's fingers and palms itched for a feel of it. Her cunt was simmering and her mouth was watering, too.

Barda was looking, too, her head inclined and turning as she studied her erection from this way and that. It was looming up so tall that it looked as if she could damned near give herself a blowjob.

Her left hand moved down and she cupped her balls, lifting the heavy sacs as if weighing their load. She squeezed and fondled the fully filled scrotum.

Barda folded her right fist around her stalk. It bucked like a bronco in her grip, so vibrant that it almost threw her hand off. The vein pulsated in her palm and the rod throbbed in her fist.

She pulled up. Her foreskin rolled like a fleshy carpet over the ledge of her cockhead, so that only the cleft purple tip was unsheathed.

Then she pushed back down to the base, skinning her knob out naked. That enormous wedge flared out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike.

Ooooh, Batgirl whimpered, silently. The sight was driving her wild. She wished that she were closer so that she could see it in even more detail when Barda shot her wad.

Barda wished the same thing. “Look at the state you’ve put me in. Time to take responsibility for what you’ve done. Come over here and help me unload this weapon.”

Batgirl gave her a saucy sort of look, tossing her head, red hair cascading—dark eyes flashing.

Barda noticed that her nipples were jutting out stiffly in her skintight costume and that her own cock was still very hard. It looked even wetter and slicker than before. Her dark eyes were glued to Barda’s groin and the pink tip of her tongue was showing, sliding slowly across her moist lower lip.

Barda wrapped her hand around her cock, holding it without stroking. Batgirl’s gaze was caressing her so fervently that she felt she was basking in Batgirl’s heated admiration, as if her eyes were actually fondling her meat.

"Show me how!" Batgirl urged.

She gave her stalk a slow push-pull.

Batgirl whimpered and sank down onto her knees as if her legs could no longer support her.

Barda stroked up and down on her shaft again. It was looming up level with Batgirl’s face as she knelt before her. She leaned closer. Barda could feel her hot breath wafting onto her even hotter cockhead.

She wondered if she should warn Batgirl that she was liable to get a faceful of spunk.

"Wanna—wanna cum on my tits?" Batgirl whispered, her voice all husky with passion.

“Do I want to?” Barda asked, amused. “I want to cum everywhere. I’m going to cum everywhere. The question is how hard will you cum when you feel my seed all over you?”

Batgirl drew open the front of her costume, already unzipped, and arched her slender back. Her plump tits thrust out, the rosy tips standing like little pink rockets ready to be launched.

Barda hauled back on her cock as if she were cocking a rifle. She stared at Barbara's tits past the flaring slab of her smoking-hot knob.

Batgirl squirmed a bit closer, bringing her thrusting tits up before Barda’s cock. She cupped the firm mounds, lifting and deepening the cleavage.

Holding the heavy globes in her hands, she rubbed the edges of her thumbs against her nipples.

Those buds shot out like bullets and Barda’s cockhead loomed like a cannonball.

"Juice me, Barda—hose my tits!" she whined. Her eyes were glazed with lust and she was trembling for the feel of Barda’s hot, thick semen splashing all over her tits and nipples.

Barda aimed her knob at Batgirl’s tits and began to jerk on her stalk vigorously. Her piss-hole opened and a glob of gooey pre-cum oozed out. It spread out on the purple slab like cream on a fat plum.

Batgirl's cute little nose twitched as she breathed in the musky aroma of heated manhood and the starchy fragrance of her preliminary seepage.

The pungent perfume of Barda’s prick was tantalizing the horny redhead. Her mouth was drooling and her cunt was smoldering. Barda began to shake and tremble.

"Here it comes, little one..." she gasped.

"Oooooh--cream my tits--cover me, Barda!" Batgirl wailed.

Her back arched deeper and she shoved her tits out. Her eyes crossed as she turned her fascinated gaze in on the head of Barda’s prick, waiting eagerly for the magic moment when her jizz spurted out.

Barda’s fist frigged back violently.

Her balls clutched and her shaft rippled as the heavy load rushed up the hollow core. Her piss-hole gaped wide open and her knob surged.

Her hot, thick syrup squirted from her prick and splashed on Batgirl's tits.

Batgirl squealed with joy. The stuff felt as hot and as solid as melted lead.

Barda shot a second spurt out on the backstroke, then a third as her hand jacked back toward her balls. Cum slathered Barbara’s tits and clung to her nipples and slimed into the cleft between her thrusting tits.

"Don't stop—keep cumming," she whimpered.

Barda was not about to stop. Her balls seemed bottomless, her load endless, her vitality boundless. She shot off as she pumped back and squirted as her fist yanked up, a steady stream of sperm pouring from her.

A creamy wad skimmed over the upper slopes of Batgirl’s tits and splashed in the fluttering hollow of her delicate throat, then ran beck down her breast bone in a glistening tide and seeped into her cleavage.

She was soaking from tits to belly, so coated with cum that she looked like a glazed donut. At long last Barda was drained.

But not for long.

Batgirl sat back, on her heels and tilted her head down, staring at her slimy tits.

Barda slumped back in the chair.

Her balls were deflated and slack now, but her formidable cock was still standing rampant in her fist. It had softened only slightly.

Batgirl began to massage her tits, working the cum into her cleavage with both hands. She pulled on her vibrant nipples, making them explode.

Barda jerked her prick in her fist, shaking a few cum drops from the knob, cracking it like a whip. Her balls were already starting to swell again. What was a single cumming to a potent young woman under these circumstances?

"Feel it," Barda commanded.

Batgirl reached for her. Her hot fingers wrapped around the staff and she moved her hand up and down gently. She was watching the huge slit and she saw the new drop of white that appeared there.

Barda’s prick was just inches from her mouth.

"Kiss it a little," Barda said. "Haven't you ever kissed a cock before?"

"Yes," she said. "I've kissed them. I'll show you how good I am at kissing cocks."

Barda grunted as Batgirl’s tongue touched her. She licked away the drop of cum. It tasted very salty. She opened her lips and captured the head of the cock between her teeth.

"Mmmmmm," Barda groaned. "Mmm, you are good at kissing cocks."

"I haven't started yet," she said.

Again she sucked the crown into her mouth and she began to use her tongue and teeth on Barda. Barda was very sensitive there and in moments, she was groaning loudly. Barbara had a mouth full of cum, but she knew it was only the beginning of a heavy load. This was only the lubricating fluid. What more did Barda have in those big balls?

“Kiss it little more now. Take my whole Goddamned prick into your mouth."

She was willing. Barbara opened her mouth wide and she sucked Barda completely into her throat. The thick cock pulsated in her throat and again she was tasting thick, creamy precum.

"Darkseid," Barda said softly. "Great Darkseid, I love it. It's nice. It's so fucking nice."

Batgirl began to bob her head up and down on his cock. She picked up the Hitachi wands from the floor where she’d left them. One she used on her own burgeoning erection. The other she used on Barda’s scrotum.

It was even better with a cock in her mouth, with there being two of them, with Barda looming over her all groans and moans and growling lust. She felt Barda’s cock flex, she tasted Barda’s cum running onto her tongue, and as her own nascent climax stormed to life and filled her cock, Barda stiffened and pumped herself into Batgirl’s throat. She orgasmed and pumped with the same harsh rhythm, driving her cock down toward Batgirl’s stomach even as it thrummed and discharged a new load of semen. Barbara could feel it, warm and heavy and puddling in her belly, its strong flavor coating the furthest reaches of her throat. She’d be sucking sperm for the foreseeable future. 

Her own member flared and erupted, the stirring release in her gut reaching up to meet the pulsating feel of Barda’s answering explosion. It was like they were meeting, like the grind of her orgasm was kicking against the heavy load she was swallowing down. She came all over Barda’s boots, but the warrior let her off with kissing them and getting one last taste of cum. She didn’t know which she preferred, her own or Barda’s. Maybe she should give eating it out of a woman another try.

She ran her hands up over her tits, scooping up congealing slime in her palms.

She brought her hands up under her chin and tipped her face down. Her tongue flashed out. She lapped up that spunk greedily.

"Ummmm," she purred.

She licked her hands clean, then gathered some more semen from her belly and tits. She dipped her hand between her legs and soaked it in her cunt for a moment, then drew it up and slurped hungrily, tasting a combination of the ejaculate blended together.

Her mouth was so hot that the girl thought that her tongue might melt.

Her cunt was even hotter.

Batgirl staggered as she got to her feet. She was planning to give her cunt a thorough frigging in the shower and see if she could reduce her frenzied desire on her own hands.

Then, maybe she should show more people her cock.