Cat And Bat And Cat And update

“Fuck, that cock is hot, baby. That cock is on fire!” Selina moaned, slowly shaking her ass behind her, letting it tease Peter’s bulging erection by lightly rubbing against him. 

She was doubled over in front of her, her ass thrust up to allow him in, her legs spread to open her creamy buttocks and expose the vale between all the way to her anus.

It had been a long time since Peter had seen Felicia in a pose like that, so submissive, so inviting, letting him see both asshole and cunt like he could have his choice of either. He wrenched himself away from her, but only far enough to take his prick from her hands.

“Oooo!” Selina groaned sadly, rubbing her fingers together where his cock had left her. “Give it back, Peter—I want it back!”

Peter bowed his head, taking a closer look at the swollen lips of her pussy. Experimentally he flicked his tongue out, tasting the wet, sheeny juices that occupied her aroused cunt. The scent was strong, the taste sharp. But as if in reply to that touch of his tongue, he heard Felicia cry out in extravagant joy.

“Now!” Peter heard Felicia beg, her voice wildly excited. “Eat my pussy now!”

He smacked his lips. Selina’s taste seemed sweeter now. Pushing his tongue ahead of him, Peter buried his face between her legs.

“Hhggh!” she moaned in surprise, opening her legs wider to take as much of his tongue as she could get. He darted in to get more of her taste and her lush flesh twitched and pulsed at the tip of his tongue. “Yes! Lick my little pussy! Unhh! Taste it, taste it with your tongue! Yes! Do it, eat it… hhhaaa!”

Groping blindly backwards, Selina’s fingers found his shoulders. He kept licking at her pussy, making uncertain probes with his tongue into her sex as if wondering what exactly would constitute unfaithfulness to Felicia. 

In the midst of Peter’s reluctance, he barely noticed Selina’s fingers sliding down his arms, seeking out his wrists. She pulled his hands forward, underneath her body, to take hold of her heaving breasts. Peter gripped them instinctively, the warm weight filling his palms.

“Yes!” Selina cooed. “They’re all yours, Peter! Oh, enjoy my sweet tits!”

Her pussy was hotter now, wetter, the change exciting him—she was getting turned on because of him. Peter reached out with his tongue, delving deep into her juicy sex. It roiled and frothed right in front of his face. He had a front-row view to how her inner folds shuddered far in excess to what his tongue was doing to her.

“Find my clit!” Selina demanded in a guttural voice. “Fuck it with your tongue! Aaahh!”

Sweat covered Selina’s cleavage, melting into his hands. Throaty sounds of pleasure escaped her mouth and she heaved back and forth, rubbing her burning breasts into his hands.

“Fuck my clit!” she pleaded. “Whip it with your tongue—make it come! Unngh! Make me come! Oh, Peter, please don’t stop! Can’t you tell I need it?”

Selina’s words filled him with encouragement, enough to make the need he already felt totally unstoppable. The joyous way she writhed around, taking his ministrations, swept away any doubt along with the last of his inhibitions. Seeing how Selina enjoyed herself, Peter felt drunk with power. He could work all of her gorgeous body into ecstasy simply by flicking his tongue against her clit. And Selina knew it. She actually seemed to love giving herself over to him that way.

“Make me come!” she begged tensely. “Use your tongue! Use me! I’m yours!”

Peter’s cock sprang to a throbbing hardness he couldn’t remember ever reaching before, Felicia not being in the habit of teasing for long before she got to the pleasing. Now he could feel the strain all through the length of his manhood as it tried to get at the soft wet pussy he was currently tasting.

“Yes! Yes! Magnificent!” Selina purred happily. “Ooooh, perfect! I’m coming!”

Peter couldn’t believe it at first, but it was happening. This gorgeous woman, this goddess, was being brought to orgasm only by his lapping tongue. He could actually feel the sensual tremors that swelled in her pussy, gripping at his tongue as it ran through her. A sucking, milking motion designed to draw his tongue in, make her pleasure ever-lasting.

“More!” Selina cried. “Nnnhh—it feels so good! So perfect!” Tension crackled in her voice; she was caught between being overwhelmed by her satiation and desperately needing even more.

Peter heard Felicia wailing too, but her voice seemed incredibly far off—practically an echo of the excited cries Selina was letting out.

“Aaaahh!” Selina loosed the scream from deep inside herself, drawing up onto her knees as she reached back with her hands to grip Peter by the hair and rein him in against her curvy buttocks. 

He kissed and licked desperately at flesh racked by the explosive tremors he had already provoked in her. She wailed and threw her head about, beads of sweat flying from her raven hair. The pitch of her shrill song rose to its zenith.

Peter wrapped his arms around her, digging his fingers into her lush thighs, feeling the silken softness of her pubic hair. He stirred through it with his fingertips, reaching frantically for her jubilant clit. And yet he couldn’t resist kissing Selina’s perfect ass while she shoved it in his face, juicy and thick—God, he’d love to feel those well-rounded buttocks against his hips as he fucked her asshole!

Peter never would’ve thought to kiss a woman’s ass, to push his mouth into the tempting split between the soft pillows of her buttocks, seeking out the puckered anus with his tongue as she thrashed and heaved and forced herself back against him. But now he couldn’t stop himself. He’d do anything to give Selina more pleasure. He was addicted to her writhing, her cries of ecstasy, her sheer need for him. He pushed the tip of his tongue against her tightly closed asshole, snaking it inside as her climax became a series of dwindling spasms.

“Hhoo!” Selina gasped in a voice frail from all the delight she’d had to express. “Again? You’re really going to do that to me again?” A part of her wanted to savor the lingering decadence of the afterglow. The rest of her wanted more than anything to relive her last soulful orgasm, even if this time it succeeded in breaking her mind apart.

Peter reached with his left hand into the sleek thicket of her pubic hair, finding the hood of her clit. He opened it, circling the pad of his finger around her button.

“Too much!” Selina cried, not ready to be blown apart again while she was still pulling herself together. “Too much!”

“Too bad!” Peter answered.

His right hand went to her splayed, trembling labia, still electric with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He pushed the middle finger of that hand between them, entering her where she was most sensitive—her inner folds all too ready to hit Selina with the same rapture they’d just held. There was still lightning in the bottle and Peter was pulling the cork out all over again.

“Hhun!” Selina gasped, lips wobbling, eyes tightly closed. “It’s too soon! I can’t take it! I can’t be your bitch again!”

Peter grunted—determination, sheer want that wouldn’t be denied—and he forced two fingers into the wetness of her cunt while his tongue shot into her asshole. The combination turned the waves of pleasure Selina was feeling into a raging storm.

“Ooooo, shit!” Selina shrieked. Her shattered voice poured out of her, liquid sensations overflowing her body. “Fuck, God, you can’t… not both at once… I’ll come, I’ll fucking come so hard I’ll die!”

Selina’s coaxing and wheedling had aroused Peter before. Now, hearing her plea for mercy, he was even more excited. As she moaned ruefully and tried to squirm away, Peter could tell that as much as she feared being broken, she wanted it even more. She wanted to find out how much she could take just as he wanted to force her to that limit.

“Peteeeer!” Selina cried, left with no choice but to go along with the fierce desire surging through both of them. It didn’t matter that her nerves were raw, wrung out, burnt up. She wanted to be drowned in passion, murdered with it, die with her face contorted in sheer bliss.

“Do it, fucker… get me off… break my ass, break my cunt, make me fucking come!” Selina felt the pressure mounting unbearably, fingers and tongue both roiling deep inside her. They were almost touching; the thin wall of flesh that separated them seemed to hold all the feelings in Selina’s body.

Selina tensed, arching back over Peter’s head until he was sure she would fall. Then she was thrust forward, sprawling onto her hands and knees, Peter’s face still buried in her ass, his wild tongue pure dominance in her rectum.

“Finish me off! Please!” she begged. Selina pumped her hips against the floor, trapping Peter’s hand on her mound, trying to force his fingers deeper into her seething cunt. “Give me your cock! Put it in my asshole, fuck me hard! Make me come until it hurts!”

Peter came up from her body, wrapping his free hand around his manhood and pressing it down to her anus. The taste of her wet pussy, dripping down between her buttocks, still lingered in his mouth. He could smell it with each breath. His cock felt harder and more ready than ever.

“It’s yours now!” Peter warned, smug with the knowledge that Selina had no defenses left—he was going to fuck her stripped, vulnerable body like it had never been fucked before.

“Shit,” Selina cooed softly as his thick cockhead easily worked its way into her dilated ass, still loose and lubricated from his circling tongue. “Yesssss…” Her breath hissed out of her as he inched his way into her rectum. Her asshole was still incredibly tight, almost virginal, a tautly rhythmic vice that was barely letting him in.

“Unnh!” Peter groaned. “Your ass is so fucking tight! I’m gonna fuck it wide open! You’ll never sit the same way again!”

Selina trembled, both fearful and needing. She exhaled roughly as the coarse hair of Peter’s groin scraped against her smooth white buttocks. There was no more time to reconsider. He’d totally sodomized her. However much it took to make him come from here on out, she would never be the same again. Her very bowels would shift and change with each second he spent inside her. And when he came… she didn’t know if she could take feeling his cum up her ass without losing her mind. But if her cunt burned any hotter, it would be worth going mad if she just got off first.