Eggplant update

“Fuck—fuck me!” Steph mewled. “Oh God, fuck me, Cass, baby, it feels so good! Ooooh, my cunt, my sweet little pussy… I’m on fire… I’m so fucking wet! Your hard cock’s so deep in my pussy, fucking me—I love it, Cass! I love your fat cock so fucking much!”

“Unh! Unh!” Cass grunted. The pounding of Steph’s hips were beating her down into the mattress, demanding all of her cock’s hardness with wet heat and mad friction. The slapping of their bodies meeting sounded like gunshots. “Unnhh! Steph! Nnnnhh! Steph!”

“Yes, yes, Cass!”

“Steph, you’re going so… fast…”

“That’s because I want it so much!” Steph sobbed, going even harder, growing even more aroused now that Cass had pointed out what a slut she was being. Cass’s slut. “I can’t help myself! I want to come right now! Oooh, I’m going to come all over your cock! My pussy’s so hot—it’s going to get every drop of cum you have, baby!”

Cass squirmed under Steph’s roiling body, clawing at the nubile flesh of Steph’s ass, while her balls burned for release, very tight and full. Her cock was gripped wonderfully by Steph’s pussy; it felt like it was immersed in boiling oil, the warmth seeping into every inch of her erection, reaching into her balls to draw out her cum...

Steph’s ass came up and down, swung sideways, whirled in and out as Steph rode Cass’s prick to both their releases. Her clit rubbed deliciously against the shaft of Cass’s engorged cock. Steph dug her nails into Cass’s shoulders, crying out as the friction honed her lust to a razor’s edge. 

Taking Cass’s prick was the most delicious, most wicked thing she’d ever done. Her sex rippled with a constant hunger for more. Steph had never felt so aroused, so wet, so warm. Even at the best of times with Tim, she hadn’t felt like this—suspended on the edge of orgasm for a small eternity, until it felt like torture to be so close to ultimate pleasure, even when she would’ve killed to feel this good at another time and place. 

“Fuck that cunt, baby!” she moaned, arching her ass up. “Ram your cock into my hot pussy! Come on, you dirty bitch, fuck me with that sweet cock! You fuck me hard, Cass!”

Steph brought her ass up and Cass grabbed onto her waist, holding Steph in place as she thrust her cock upwards. She fucked into Steph with fast, maddened jolts, balls roiling with each plunge into her. Steph’s breath was driven out of her lungs by how Cass pistoned into her cunt, forcing her to scream out all her air. Yet still Steph lifted herself up, bracing herself on stiffly shaking arms for more of Cass’s rapid-fire pumping. Every stroke Cass gave her made Steph’s breasts jiggle above Cass’s face, enticing her even more. 

Staring at them with almond eyes, hands locked onto Steph’s trim waist, Cass powered her body between Steph’s legs, grunting with the effort, almost foaming at the mouth as they both were overwhelmed by the frenzy of their need.

“Oh… fuck yes!” Steph sobbed. “Fuck me… fuck my dirty little cunt! That’s it, Cass, get inside my cunt, inside my pussy!”

“Ahhhh!” Cass keened, her usual halting words now choppy spurts of her desire. “It’s so good—Steph—you feel—so good—your cunt—I wanna come—in your cunt—”

“Do it!” Steph shrieked. “I want you to! I want to be full of your hot fucking jizz! Do it, you leather bondage fucking dominatrix, come inside me!”

Cass couldn’t answer in words. She howled, head thrown back, climax burning like a fireball inside her stomach. Steph matched her blow for blow, shaking her ass, drawing her knees up, spreading her legs over Cass’s hips. Opening her pussy for Cass’s prick to get as much as it wanted.

“Cass, you’re making me come!”

“Steeeph!”

Steph wanted to come, she needed to come, but she couldn’t—not until she felt the hot gush of Cass’s load splashing inside her. Steph screamed, her pussy roiling, milking Cass’s prick of all the cum it spurted into her. She strained her orgasmic sex around Cass’s member, taking the rampant spurts of cum with greedy hunger. 

Cass squeezed Steph’s ass while burying her cock as deep as it could go into Steph’s spasming pussy, both their expressions reflecting the tortured ecstasy that the other felt. Cass’s pert body shook violently as she gave Steph more and more of her seed.

Slowly, Cass’s ass slumped down. Steph’s pussy, still holding Cass’s prick, followed almost dutifully. As Cass went limp, hands sliding off of Steph’s quivering ass, the blonde settled her weight onto her—softly mewling as Cass’s prick diminished enough to slip out of her. Then there was nothing to hold Steph in place and she rolled to one side, splayed out lasciviously beside Cass, breasts heaving as her body tried to process the ecstasy it had felt.

After a long time, Cass turned onto her side, facing Steph. Steph’s slender legs were parted and Cass could see how her cum seeped out of her, matting Steph’s golden thatch.

“Was that… okay?” she asked.

“That was wonderful,” Steph purred, giving Cass a gratified smile. “Very, very wonderful.”

Cass ran her fingers through the curly hairs of Steph’s bush. “Mine wasn’t like that… when I had one…”

“Sure it was,” Steph breathed. “I saw you getting out of the shower, Cass, it was just like mine. And by the by, way to be modest, skank.”

“Didn’t have hair on it… like yours,” Cass said. “I like yours… better… I like all the… soft hair…”

“Then I like it too,” Steph declared. “Of course, I’d like your pussy just as much, even if it didn’t have any hair.”

“Then you’ll still want me… when I can’t… fuck you hard… like this?”

“Yeah, Cass. Of course. But I think you’d have to be a head in a jar or something before you couldn’t fuck me hard.”

Cass’s eyes shone mischievously. “A head in a jar… with no tongue…”

***

It was almost dawn when Cass and Steph released their grapple-guns and landed on the roof of the Acropolis Building. Steph paused to pull her mask up, breathing in the night air and hearing the sound of chirping crickets pour in from the nearby suburbs. 

They had just trounced a gang of carjackers and by unspoken agreement, it was time to head in, to sleep until noon and see how much their bruises could fade before they did it all over again the next night. Of course, Steph had ended up with far more bruises than Cass.

“God, Cass, when am I going to be as good as you?”

“Never,” Cass answered smugly.

“Great. Humble, aren’t you?”

“It’s not that you’re… not getting better… it’s just that I… keep getting better than you…”

Steph broke a kink out of her neck. “Yeah, yeah, talk to me when you’re good enough for the UFC. I need my beauty sleep.”

Cass grabbed her cape before she could walk away. “Wait.”

Steph resisted the irrepressible urge to yank her cape away. “Don’t tug on Superman’s cape, Batgirl.”

“You don’t… have heatvision…”

“I’m your girlfriend now. I can nag you.”

“I want something… from you…”

Cass pulled Steph against her, hands circling her waist, and pressed their lips together—her own mask rolled up as Steph’s had been. Steph felt Cass’s tongue pushing into her mouth, retracing the steps it had taken so many time. When Cass drew back, her hands possessively cupped Steph’s face. 

“I want you… to be mine…”

A wave of warmth passed through Steph’s body. Her lips parted moistly as Cass’s hands ran down her body, touching her breasts, bringing her nipples to stiff erection. Steph’s pussy clenched with growing wetness. “Yes, Cass. I’m all yours.”

“Then turn around… bend over…”

Steph hesitated. Cass didn’t. She twisted Steph around to face an air conditioning unit and pushed her down over it so that Steph had to hold herself up with her hands—the position well and truly assumed. Cass’s hands jerked Steph’s pants and panties down to her ankles in one swift tug.

“What are you doing?” Steph gasped, looking around the surrounding buildings where every lit window was a potential voyeur. “Cass, we’re in public!”

Cass’s fingers spread her buttocks, blew a teasing breath across Steph’s pussy from behind. “Then it’s a good thing… you’re wearing a mask,” Cass moaned huskily.

Reaching around Steph’s hips, Cass stroked her groin from the front, flicking her gloved fingers over Steph’s clit. Steph was too excited now—she pushed eagerly back against Cass’s swelling crotch, while covering Cass’s hand with her own, forcing it harder into her cunt.

“Fuck, that feels good. But let’s wait until we get inside at least…” Steph felt nervous, even sinful about having her body exposed so obscenely. She tried to tell herself that Cass’s enthusiasm came from not truly understanding the social mores Steph and everyone else had, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that Cass knew and just didn’t care. Which was even more arousing.

“I don’t wait,” Cass said, unzipping the fly in her costume. “I get you… when I want you… I don’t care who knows… that you’re mine…”

Steph looked over her shoulder to see that Cass’s prick was out of its zipper, swollen to a mammoth erection. The purple cockhead glistened eagerly in the dim light, before Cass surged forward, pressing it against Steph’s naked ass. She rolled her hips, pumping the vertical length of her endowment between Steph’s buttocks—stroking Steph’s passion to the point that she didn’t care if anyone saw them or not.

Steph groped herself through her costume, cupping her breasts and squeezing them to make her own flesh surge with desire. “Okay, Cass—okay—fuck me. Give me that beautiful cock!”

She arched her back, resting her shoulders on the AC unit, with her ass up in the air, cunt presented submissively to Cass. Cass caressed her body, feeling out the warmth of her svelte thighs and juicy buttocks through her gloves, and Steph felt a delicious shiver of delight with Cass’s hands roaming freely over her flesh.

“Spread your legs… want my cock inside you… yes… that’s it…” Cass hunched forward, pressing her cock into Steph’s labia. The folds opened readily. “Your cunt feels… real good on my prick… hot… wet… you want it… just like you always do…” Cass’s hips jerked and twitched, forcing her shaft deeper into Steph’s pussy.

Steph felt Cass’s huge prick tunneling into her, stretching her out like a virgin who’d never been penetrated before. She wiggled her hips against Cass’s pressing groin, trying to make the passage of Cass’s member easier, but it was so large that it felt like it was impaling her. Steph moaned, then bit her lip to keep from screaming, until finally she felt Cass’s sweaty skin pressed against her ass.

Steph realized she had taken all of Cass’s erection. Her sense of accomplishment only spurred on her lust. She gingerly ground her ass back against Cass. Cass held firm, letting her, Steph’s pussy stroking her member  until it was totally lubricated. It would’ve been dripping with the wetness of Steph’s aroused sex if it weren’t still being bathed in her juices. Cass’s hips undulated, cock pushing and pulling at Steph’s cunt until her taut inner folds felt like a hot coals.

“Yes, yes, fuck me!” Steph couldn’t help but pant out. “It feels so damn good when you fuck me!”

“Your pussy’s… tighter than… my own hand… I love it… I’m going to… fuck it like this… every night!” Cass slammed her prick in and out of Steph’s cunt with vicious strokes that worked the blonde back and forth like a piston, her creamy little buttocks jiggling like ocean waves during a storm. “Every night!” Cass repeated.

As her cock grinded into Steph’s pussy, Cass’s fingers toyed with her lover’s button, burning it with eager strokes that more than earned the cream flowing copiously out of her slit. Steph cried out, her sex rippling, and Cass rammed her prick as far as it would go, straining it almost to Steph’s womb. 

With a low scream, the blonde came, and the convulsions of her climax powerfully sucked at Cass’s prick. Feeling the delectable pressure, Cass moaned, her balls tightening, and then she gritted her teeth while her cock poured a steamy river of cum into Steph’s womanhood.

As Steph’s panting breaths slowed and her ecstasy faded, her satisfied moans became hitching sobs.

“What’s wrong?” Cass asked, her domineering voice suddenly full of concern.

Steph pulled herself off of Cass’s prick enough to turn her head. “Nothing. It just felt so good… I’m so happy to be with someone who makes me feel so good. Haven’t you ever heard of happy tears?”

Cass shook her head. “But all that matters… is that you’re happy.”

“Well then, I like knowing that you care about me too. That makes me happy too.” Steph licked her lips, noticing how Cass’s prick still throbbed hard enough to throw off flecks of her last ejaculation. “Cass, can you still fuck me?”

“Why… going to cry about it… if I don’t?”

“I should cry,” Steph said as Cass walked around the AC unit. “Being girlfriends with such a jerk.”

Then, standing in front of her, Cass took Steph by the hood she still wore and forced her to dip her head down to Cass’s faltering erection. “I get you… when I want you,” Cass said again, and Steph licked at her balls, then along the drooping prick that had just tasted her pussy. Steph knew she was tasting herself when she ran her tongue there and it made her wonder a little what Cass tasted like with her natural… configuration. 

She lifted her ass in the air, ran her tongue over the spot on Cass’s anatomy where her clit should’ve been instead of smooth flesh, then she moved her mouth to Cass’s balls again. Steph sucked them tenderly, as if to thank them for the hot cum she still felt in her pussy.

Burying her face in Cass’s lap, Steph inhaled the cool, sweaty scent of her, fresh from her all-concealing costume. She breathed deeply, sucking in the acridly masculine aroma of Cass’s balls as she mouthed them, hands sliding up and down Cass’s slender thighs. She could feel Cass’s almond eyes on her, watching her mouth, seeing how it serviced her body.

“Mmmm!” Steph mewled, sliding her lips off Cass’s balls, to her shaft, then up to her knob. She ran the tip of her tongue around Cass’s glans, then lapped at the tip with its mingled taste of her own sex and Cass’s dripping precum. “Oohh…”

She pulled Cass’s prick into her mouth, all the better to lash it with her tongue. It swelled again, pounding ominously, as if it would soon be too much for Steph’s lips to hold. Steph purred pleasurably at that threat, knowing how such a massive cock would feel inside her—painfully delicious. She bobbed her head up and down on Cass’s erection.

Her upthrust ass twisted sensually, waving in the air as if to draw Cass’s eyes and bring about another round of the dominating sex Steph had enjoyed so ferociously. Of course, it was just as likely, out in the open, that someone else would see them, even photograph or videotape them. And to be seen with her mouth full of Cass’s prick was even more submissive, more embarrassing, more exciting than being seen with it in her sex. Steph felt incredibly wicked, not just giving Cass a blowjob, but getting off on imagining someone watching her. 

Cass moaned and undulated, dancing to the tune of Steph’s sucking pitches up and down her cock. The suction of Steph’s mouth tightened her balls once more, firmed them with the resolve to pump Steph’s throat as full of cum as her pussy was. Cass yanked down Steph’s hood and ripped off her mask entirely so she could grab her hair, holding her face still to pump her cock in and out vigorously.

Steph moaned happily with Cass’s knob pushing into her throat, then pulling back to her lips. The taunting almost-denial brought home how whorish Steph was being, how much she needed Cass’s prick, even if only to suck off. And Cass would give her everything she needed.

“Here!” Cass gasped. “I know… what you want!” And she filled Steph’s mouth with hot cum.

Steph let out a muffled, wet gargle, then swallowed desperately while her own pussy exploded. She came in spurts, squirting as she gulped down gush after gush of Cass’s seed. And when Cass’s prick softened, Steph’s own orgasm ended. 

She ran her tongue over Cass’s helmet, then rolled onto her back to look down between her thighs. Her thatch was damp from her own ejaculation, as were her inner thighs.

“Taste it,” Cass ordered her.

Steph hesitated, than ran her hand along her glistening thigh before licking her palm.

“Good girl,” Cass purred, petting Steph’s short hair. “You do… what I tell you to do.”

“Maybe I’m just super tasty,” Steph quipped. “But I will do anything you want me to do.”

She sat up, reached down to her fallen pants to pull them back up. Cass put a restraining hand on her shoulder. “No.”

“No?” Steph asked.

Working Steph like a doll, Cass rolled her over onto her belly again, naked ass up in the air, legs dangling over the side of the AC unit. Cass went around behind her and pressed her erection between her buttocks—rubbing it up and down, then working it against Steph’s sphincter.

“Hold still… I want your ass now… want you to be… my anal bitch…”

“Jesus… Jesus Christ,” Steph breathed, panic shooting through her, warmly tingling in her anus as Cass threatened it. “It’s too big! You’ll rip me apart!”

“I’ll make you come,” Cass said, her tone brooking no argument.