Peter Meets Starfire update

But, seeing how Peter groaned and trembled with the beginnings of orgasm, Kory decided it was time to totally satisfy him. One hand squeezing his dangling balls, she twisted her other hand around the base of his stiff cock and bobbed her head up and down rapidly on the uppermost half of his manhood. She could feel his load boiling in his balls; she wanted it to fill her mouth just as energetically.

 Peter groaned, grunted, his cock twitching and jumping like it was trying to get down Kory’s throat, get to her stomach. Kory pulled back until her lips were around his glans, gulping to clear her mouth of the salty saliva she’d accrued sucking him so that she was ready to accept his ejaculation.

A moment later, thick hot cum jetted out of him, cramming into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of it cascaded down her throat as she swallowed and sucked, tightening her lips behind Peter’s helmet and slurping to milk him of all of his seed.

She kept Peter’s bellend in her mouth until she felt it lose its stiffness. When there wasn’t a drop of cum left in his scrotum—when she was sure she’d sucked all the taste from his shaft—she released him to swirl her tongue over his balls, licking up even the sweat to get that last taste of semen. Then she tucked his cock back into his pants, smiling up at him to show that she had swallowed all of his gift to her.

“Did you like that, Peter? I did my best.”

“Christ,” Peter groaned. “You did great. Wonderful. You’re perfect.”

Kory looked demurely down, as if she could hide the smile that lit up the room. “You’re just saying that. You want me to do it again.”

“Well, yeah, but that’s not—you’re great. You really are. Even if that never happens again, you’re the best… Kory a guy could ask for.”

Kory almost keened in delight at his words. “You’re the best Peter a girl could ask for.” Then she looked up at him hopefully. “If you’re not just saying those things, then you must want to do something nice for me too!”

Peter smiled. He had it in him to be apprehensive about Kory asking him for a favor, but no, he couldn’t manage to even begin to deny her anything. “Name it.”

“Take my clothes off,” Kory said.

Peter quirked his lips and shook his head a little. “Wha? You just put them on.”

“I want you to take them off me. With your hands. And look at me while you’re doing it. I—that’s a special thing Earthers do, isn’t it?”

“One of them, I guess.”

“It’s considered intimate? Romantic?”

“Yes.”

“Special.”

Peter nodded.

“And am I the kind of girl you would have that with?”

“I don’t think I’m that lucky,” Peter said honestly.

“Yet I’m offering.”

“It’s not much of an offer.” Peter’s face fell as he realized what he’d said. “I mean, you’re not exactly wearing much! That’s all!”

Kory looked down at herself. She was topless, with a pair of drawstring pants on, riding low on her voluptuous hips to show that she had no panties on underneath.

“Won’t take very long,” Peter concluded, rubbing the back of his neck.

Kory kissed him quickly. “Give me a moment? I need to find proper attire for this ritual.”

Peter sat down, making sure he was comfortable. “Take all the time you need.”

He thought that maybe he should’ve left it at taking Kory’s pants off, but no. If Kory wanted this to be special, he was willing to wait as long as it took.

Kory came back in shockingly little time, like she was unbearably eager for this to happen. She’d put on a pair of tight jeans, pumps, a buttondown blouse, and even a cute straw hat. Somehow, she looked even more desirable than she had when next to naked. Her blouse was buttoned all the way to her neck, pulling it taut over her sizable breasts, showing off their contours bulging from her chest and the filigree of the bra that contained them. Her jeans pulled close to her long legs, fraying over her powerful thighs, and become so tight on her voluptuous ass that Peter expected to see her puckered anus through the denim. A belt strained around her waist; Kory must’ve struggled mightily to cinch it so tight, but it completed the look perfectly. Without looking slutty or trashy at all, Kory had transformed herself into the most desirable thing a PG-13 rating could hold. And Peter still thought a magazine with her on the cover would be sold inside a black bag.

“I thought once that Earthers needed to go on a ‘date’ to have sex,” Kory admitted. “I thought it best to dress in such a way that it would be… foreplay, is your word for it? But then I learned that wasn’t strictly necessary. So you’re the first person I’ve worn this for.”

Kory spun around to display herself for Peter. 

“I like it,” Peter said numbly. 

“I thought you might,” Kory said with humor in her voice. “But I like seeing you like it…”

Walking up to him, her strut making it clear that he was to remain seated, she brought her leg up and set her left heel down on the chair between his legs, just shy of his returning erection. “I know many of the women in the naked pictures keep wearing these, but I think it would be easier if you took them off first. I like being barefoot, so I won’t mind.”

Peter took her foot in his hands and worked it out of the many straps that held her shoe on, thinking of how fastidiously Kory had tied them all, just to have him take them off her. Finally, he slipped her high heel off, taking her foot instead. Raising it to his mouth. Kissing it gently, his lips brushing over her toenails, then his tongue dipping between her toes. Kory giggled and shook.

“Ooooh!” she cooed. “I see why you Earthers like this so much.”

He took off her other high heel as well, but this time didn’t kiss it, only set her foot back down on the floor. 

Kory pouted. “Tease.”

He undid her belt buckle, touching her navel as he spread open the two halves of the belt, then working the belt leather through its loops while he held her jeans firmly in place, right hand on the waistline, left hand easing the belt toward him until it was fully unspooled. He let it go and it landed on the floor with a single clink. Then he undid the button over her fly, found the zipper, pulled it down. The crotch of Kory’s jeans spread, her panties underneath a flower print, tightly embracing the hill of her mons. He didn’t touch it, but Kory breathed deeply like she could feel the look he gave her.

“But I like being teased,” Kory said huskily.

Peter skirted Kory’s jeans down her legs, marveling at every inch of her thick thighs that were revealed like he had never seen them before. He stopped with her jeans huddled around her knees and nuzzled his face against her left thigh, Kory breathing heavily as she felt his breath, his lips, the stubble on his chin, all so close to her core that he had to feel her throbbing. 

“Take my panties off next,” Kory breathed. “Then fuck me.”

“What about your shirt?” Peter asked, pushing her jeans down her calves.

“Rip it off me, leave it on, I don’t care. I must break with your tradition!”

“I can live with that,” Peter told her.

Then he bit into the elastic waistband of her panties, with a little bow on top, and held it in his mouth as he pulled it downward, prying the fabric away from her wet mound as Kory’s fingers flickered and twitched, wanting so much to touch herself instead of waiting for Peter to do it. She put her hands on Peter’s head, pushing him down so that her panties went with him and he pushed them down into her jeans and her jeans puddled at her feet and she stepped out of them, pulling Peter up and bringing his lips to her warm mouth.

“I guess we’ll have to wait until next time for you to finish undressing me,” Kory said. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it through—you may punish me however you like.”

“Don’t worry,” Peter replied, playfully knocking her hat off, “it’s not much of a tradition, so this won’t be much of a punishment.”

Peter’s cock was as hard as steel, but he left his fly up as he pulled Kory down, pressing down on her until she was on her hands and knees. Kneeling behind her, Peter released his erection. Once he had the relief of it being out in open air, he rested his hands on Kory’s hips and admired her delicious ass. The soft orange glow of her skin perfectly matched the radiant roundness of her buttocks, that sweeping curvature made all the sweeter by how firm and muscular the rest of Kory was. From her well-rounded hips, her chiseled abs flowed into perfect, bulging breasts. And looking down between her legs, Peter saw Kory’s arousal dripping from her slit, clinging like small jewels to her pubic hairs. Her pink lips looked incredibly exotic, surrounded by auburn curls and gleaming skin.

Taking his engorged prick in his hand, he guided it into the slippery lips of her sex. Kory cooed, dipping her head, then panting, needing, banging her fist on the ground for him to start. Grasping Kory’s sweetly slender waist, fitting his hands to it like they’d been made for each other, Peter thrust forward as he violently pulled her onto his cock.

“Ggghhh!” Kory cried out as his length finally smashed into her body. It was more in surprise than in pain. Although it had to hurt some, being stretched around such a massive intrusion, the pleasure far outweighed the hurt. “Keep going!” she forced out, her voice guttural, more needy than ever.

Peter drove himself hard into Kory’s plush buttocks, still pulling her back by the waist to take as much of his shaft as possible. Her inner folds squeezed and grasped his member as it flew in and out of her, the shifting pressure driving him mad. Wild with lust, he fucked her the way Kory knew she was meant to be fucked, for she enjoyed every moment of it.