Peter Meets Starfire update

Kory came out of the shower holding her towel only long enough to drop it in the hamper. She didn’t care at all if Peter saw her gleaming bronze skin in its entirety, her large teardrop breasts, the voluptuous ass that somehow managed to be taut despite its size, or the mane of hair that curled down her back as if to make up for how carefully shaven her pubis was.

“Do you think I have a thing for younger men?” she asked, sounding so casual it would’ve seemed like a put-on if Peter didn’t know for a fact that she was just as comfortable being naked, and being seen naked, as she seemed. He tried not to look, but that was a losing battle if he’d ever fought one, so he just tried not to glimpse too long.

“Maybe,” Peter replied.

“It’s not my fault,” Kory argued sincerely, going around her apartment with its various dressers and wardrobes to root out an ensemble. “Men who are my age are intimidated by me. I go to bars and they avoid me. I’m not ageist. I just can’t be expected to do all the work. A woman likes to be pursued a little, if not wrestled some.”

“I know,” Peter agreed, rewarding himself for his supportiveness by taking another glance at Kory’s firm musculature, which didn’t take away from her voluptuous femininity one bit. If he wasn’t careful, one of these days he was going to find himself hypnotized looking at Kory’s creamy skin, her café au lait complexion—especially if Kory kept showing off the majority of it.

“Besides, if I did throw myself at some guy, I could get arrested. You know how sensitive Earthers can be. I’m lucky I kissed Dick when I first landed here. Someone else might not’ve been so understanding.”

Peter nearly choked himself out on his own spit, but recovering, he realized Kory hadn’t meant what he’d thought she meant. He looked at her again to make up for his near-death experience. God, taking a look at Kory’s nakedness was like glancing at his phone during a lecture on Emily Dickinson. Irresistible.

“But why do older men not have any problem getting young girls? They have careers? Lots of money to spend on them? I’ve been in the Teen Titans for years! I have plenty of money! Would you like money, Peter?”

Peter almost kicked himself, but said “Not right now, thanks.”

“I just like to enjoy myself and when I find someone I can have fun with, I like spending time with them. Why are there implications to that? Isn’t that the way it works for everyone?” Kory stopped, modelling a pair of gold lamé panties in front of her crotch. They were only slightly shinier than her glistening, shower-wet skin. “Like these?”

Now that Peter’d been invited to, he found himself tearing his eyes away from Kory nearly as much as he looked at her. He needed a therapist. “I, uh, I think they need you more than you need them.”

“Yes, you’re right. Who needs to wear panties?”

“Not me, that’s for sure,” Peter mumbled, trying to resist the temptation of the straight line, if not the look he got when Kory tossed the panties aside. 

“And it’s not like I’m in any danger, unless I happen to meet someone with superpowers, and I’m much more likely to do that fighting with the Titans. Well, and you, but you’re no psycho. Most of the guys I meet are sweet young men who want to make friends and have sex and meet women—in one order or another.” Kory found a pair of trousers that she bounced her way into, as Peter was helpless not to observe. Every inch of their trip up her long legs and over her wonderfully curved ass. “Harmless. And usually enthusiastic. Can you believe I’m expected to not only be married to someone, but be faithful to them, even if they don’t satisfy me?”

“I suppose it depends on the vows,” Peter said inoffensively.

“It’s just so crazy, the thought of me having to be with one man when I can do so much good for society. I mean, I like the idea of a guy getting erect around me, wanting to copulate with me, and putting his penis inside me. And they always make me come. I’m a very agreeable companion that way. I come for pros, amateurs, big dicks, small dicks.” She smiled at Peter. “No one’s in danger of looking like a bad cocksman when they’re with me.”

Peter gulped. “No. Definitely not.”

“But I’ve been rude, monopolizing the conversation. Would you like a blowjob?”

Peter was speechless. He couldn’t answer, at least not with words. He reached down and unzipped his fly. His erect cock did the rest.

Kory beamed at it, like she was as proud of it as he was. “I guess part of you most certainly does…”

Kory knelt down between his legs, smiling as her large breasts jostled against the sides of his thighs, and leaned forward until her face was next to his rampant erection. She curled her fingers around its base, tightening her grip playfully, and giggling when a dose of precum cleared the tip of his member and ran down his glans. She licked it up, then puckered her lips to suck even more right from his cockhead.

Peter groaned, watching as she backed away with her tongue doused by his precum. Kory sucked her tongue clean, then returned to his throbbing prick. She had a passion for oral, and Peter was delighted to let her indulge in it. 

She reached under his cock and pulled his balls out into the open. For a moment, she only looked at them, enjoying the sight with her zeal for everything. Then she plunged her mouth over his cockhead, down his shaft, until she was at the very base of his prick, her tongue lolling out to flutter at his scrotum. 

Even as her mouth and throat embraced his cock, her tongue was licking his balls, pushing them around in his scrotum. Finally, Kory wrapped her hand around his bag while she focused her mouth on sucking him off. She gently squeezed his balls, humming with pleasure when she heard Peter groan in pleased reply.

Her mouth came off of him, Kory smacking her lips before she danced her tongue all over his balls, leaving them thoroughly wet with her spit. She took his length in hand again. Stroking his shaft until his foreskin retreated from the knob, she planted a series of kisses on his cockhead, especially enjoying when a gulp of precum would bubble up. She’d manhandle his prick back, flinging his semen against his muscular belly, then bypass his erection to lick his skin clean of the sperm. 

Kory pressed his member against his stomach and moved her tongue horizontally to tease the cockhead with it, winding and twisting the tip all over his helmet. Peter looked down at her, his eyes burning with her perfection. He relaxed his head against the chair and thought how lucky he was that a goddess had taken an interest in him. No matter how experienced she was, how sexual she acted, there was an innocence about her that existed on a plane wholly above the physical. 

Kory met his brown eyes with her all-green ones and smiled, somehow seeming to appreciate him as much as he appreciated her. Though that was obviously impossible. Her tongue swished across his manhood, following the path of a thick vein down to his balls. She loved sucking cock, even Earther cock, which looked so much like those on her beloved Tamaran, but smelled different, especially Peter’s. She loved the taste and aroma of his cock. She worked her tongue on the underside of his erection, kissing the vein to feel the hot blood going through it. Finally, she zeroed in on a sensitive spot in his ringing erection.

“Do you like this, Peter?” she whispered, tightening her teeth gently on that sweet spot.

“Don’t tease, you little…!” Peter croaked. “That’s mean… that’s so mean!”

Kory laughed. “It is mean! But I’ve sucked your cock enough times to know that the more I tease you, the more cum you give me. And I want all the cum I can get. It turns me on, thinking that my mouth is about to be full of your load. I get so wet, it’s like I enjoy cocksucking even more than fucking!”

Making a tight circle of her lips, she rolled them over Peter’s engorged cockhead like a condom. With her lips wrapped around his collar, she grasped his shaft in her teeth, grinding them softly into his flesh. The way his cock was throbbing, all she had to do was apply a certain tightness and Peter’s own cock pumped against her teeth. Then Kory twisted and turned her mouth from one side to the other, changing the angle of the pressure Peter felt, exhorting more precum from his glans, and happily enjoying the taste as her tongue laved it away.

Peter groaned, giving her a real dollop of precum, and she locked her lips around his tip, tickling her tongue underneath his slit, then sucking to get out the delicious stuff. Kory was like an addict chasing a high, her eyes glazed over, her nostrils flaring as she smelled the musk of Peter’s arousal, even the piquant scent of the cum he was about to give her. 

She sucked greedily on his pulsating knob. He fed her more, which only made her hunger grow. Kory bobbed her head up and down, mouth pushing and pulling at his cockhead, teeth raking over its purple skin. Peter’s vibrating hardness was rattling her jaw.

The Tamaranian mewled with pleasure as his prick grew hot. It was thrilling to hold him in her mouth and know that she was moments away from having that cock satisfy her appetite. She took him deep into her throat, burying her nose in his pubic hair to smell the heavy musk of his masculinity. Her mouth was a cunt for Peter, a thing for him to fuck, and Kory found it exciting to transform herself so heavily.

“Oh, God, you perfect little—“ Peter sighed, his hands roving endlessly through her long red hair. He touched the flesh underneath as much as he could, making sure she wasn’t going anywhere. “Suck it, Kory! Suck until you’ve gotten it all!”

Kory knew he wasn’t talking about his length. She gazed up at him with ebullient eyes, loving how aroused he was. Watching his every satisfied grimace, she sucked away at his cockhead, milking it of precum as she teased him by holding back the final second of suction that would bring him off. As much as she loved the taste of cum, the taste of him, she enjoyed the simple feeling of suckling his turgid flesh even more.