Tri-st update

Felicia slowly moves her fist up and down your cock, keeping pace as Betsy goes faster and faster. Karen throws her head back, shaking her hair wildly from side to side as though to make up for what it lacks in length with sheer frenzy. Her breasts still glisten from Betsy’s tongue; you’re sorely tempted to suck on them yourself, and taste both Betsy and Karen. 

But instead, you sit there, the sight of the two women fucking somehow more enticing than the prospect of fucking them yourself. Maybe it’s a sign your erection hasn’t yet recovered from climaxing in Felicia. Or maybe seeing Karen’s voluptuous body undulating with every stroke of Betsy’s tongue was just that enthralling.

“Ooph!” Felicia squeezed you too hard. That, or your reviving erection has just gotten too big for her grip. You slap her hand away from your cock and she barely notices, too absorbed in watching Karen and Betsy. You give her a gentle push between the shoulder blades. “Go. Eat Betsy’s ass. I think I’m ready for something new.”

As Felicia crawls towards Betsy’s plump ass, waving even more enticingly as if her ninja senses know that Felicia’s pleasuring is close at hand, you go to the head of the bed, where Karen is lying back and enjoying Betsy’s tongue. She looks at you sloe-eyed as you offer her your cock—then jerk it back when she makes a grab for it with her panting mouth.

“Ask nicely,” you say.

Karen smirks—maybe amused that you’re actually trying to dominate her, or that it’s working. “I know you want to fuck me… I want you to fuck me… but first, I want to taste you? Can I taste you, sir?” She looks up at you, her big Kryptonian-blue eyes pleading. She speaks sardonically, but you’re satisfied by the lustful gleam in her eyes. “Do I get to suck your cock? Do I? You don’t mind, do you?”

You smile at her and slap your manhood across her face. Karen’s smile widens to dangerous levels. You’re not too happy with her insolence and she’s not too happy with being demeaned, but it turns you both on so much that the sex will be ever better. “Please,” you say politely. “Do give me some head.”

“Yes, master,” she trills sarcastically, opening her mouth wide to take you in. You don’t know which of you is kidding anymore, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters now is that gaping mouth and the stiff erection you have to fill it with.

You straddle Karen’s torso, your knees on either side of her chest, but her bust is so big that you’re essentially sitting on her breasts. Immediately, you feel the hands Betsy had reaching up to caress Karen’s tits now stroking and squeezing your ass. It’s not bad, being in the middle of a daisy chain between these three women. 

You grab Karen’s hair in one hand—just enough to get a good grip—and take your cock in the other, guiding it into her mouth. It is, of course, insanely sexy to watch your cockhead sink into Karen’s lips. You have no idea how many guys she’s blown, though she’s definitely not a stranger to the experience. 

All that matters is that now she’s giving you head, her lips kissing your glans like it’s her true love. And you know just from looking at that sexed-up body of hers that she’d give the best blowjob imaginable. A woman with Karen’s unabashed hunger for cock always would.

“Oh yeah, you little slut… take it all… go for it, Peej… don’t stop until it’s in your throat…”

She goes slow at first, popping your cockhead in and out of her lips, sliding them up and down the contours of your domed tip, up to the slit, down to the collar, sucking on the whole knob, then tasting the precum she gets you to give out. Then she’s not just poking and prodding, she’s rolling her lips down your shaft, taking your cockhead to the back of her throat before pulling back again, covering a good portion of your cock in warm saliva, her head bowing and straightening up as if in worship. Finally she’s really plunging herself down your length, pressing your thick cockhead into the softness of her tight throat, letting herself gag on it before she pulls herself upright—letting your cockhead out of her hungry grip, but not for long. She throws herself right back down on your erection, impaling her gullet on its tip, lips straining for your balls while her throat puts impossible pressure on your cockhead, but then it’s over, she’s pulling back, all the way to the tip that her throat muscles tried to strangle, then she plummets back down all over again, lips cleaning your shaft of its sweaty down to your very balls, while your cockhead pushes against the narrowness of her throat. You’re so engorged that when Karen keeps thrusting herself down on your cock, it presses firmly inside of her gullet. Just like that, she’s throating you—you’re hilted in Power Girl’s mouth.