He clutched her harder. Made their bodies closer than seemed possible. Helen pushed her breasts together until her nipples rubbed against each other. She moaned lustfully.
“Oh, lover, lover, you’re such a man!” she cooed.
She moved her shoulders, sliding his prick back and forth in all the luscious flesh it was buried in. Harry rocked his hips along with her motion, pumping his cock between the two throbbing hills of her bust. Helen watched excitedly as his knob emerged from her cleavage, then disappeared back between her tits. When it came back again, she dropped her face into her own décolletage and licked at his cockhead to get at the drop of precum on the glans. When she got it, she let out a tiny giggle and Harry let out a hearty groan.
“How does it feel, lover? You like knowing that my tits are yours?”
“I like it a lot!” Harry gritted out. “I like fucking them so much!”
“They feel like silk, don’t they?” Helen asked as his stiff prick rubbed back and forth between those luscious tits of hers. “That’s what they feel like to me when I’m touching them. Sometimes all I have to do is play with them enough and I come, I come just from fondling my own tits!”
“You’ve got good taste,” Harry panted.
“You gonna come soon? Come all over them?”
He could see on her face that she wanted it, wanted to taste his seed.
“Suck!” Harry told her, and watched in gaping disbelief as Helen opened her lips wide and obligingly slid them over his cock to make her mouth a condom.
“OH SHIT!” Harry gasped out. “I’M COMING!”
He arched his back, driving his prick into her throat, and the dam broke. His balls tensed and his cock erupted, pouring out enough hot cum to be sure Helen got a damn good taste of how Harry’s blowjobs would be ending.
She was ready. Even for all his white-hot seed. When the explosion came, she worked the muscles of her throat like a massage, swallowing each and every rope he launched into her. On and on he spurted; she gulped down every thick gush.
At last, with a satiated cry, Harry fell to the side, breathless. “Sorry, Helen. I should’ve warned you. Wizards come a lot.”
“Don’t be sorry. I wanted all I could get.” Helen smiled, licking clean her lips and chin. “Now let me get you hard again, babe. That cock felt too good between my tits for me to not take it in my cunt.”
***
Harry felt the blood warming his face, disbelief pulsing in him, wanting to settle into something like fury. Goddammit! How could she tease him like this, play with his emotions?
“Quit that,” he told her. “Right now, Lash.”
Lash smiled at him through Kim Delaney’s lips. She was so damn Italian this way, Old World voluptuous, her clear skin speaking of enjoyed wine and savored steaks, not microdiets or protein shakes. It was enormously appealing, enough that he wouldn’t want Lash to go back to her usual form if it weren’t for the fact that she was wearing a dead woman’s face. A woman he had let die.
“No, my host,” she said, Kim’s voice, but her own cadence, making Harry feel like he was seeing double. “You need to work through a few things. Like this absurd guilt complex of yours. After you’ve fucked away some of these feelings, you’ll feel much better.”
“I don’t want to feel better,” Harry assured her, though the memory of the feel of Lash’s body—and the imagining of how Kim’s would feel—made his hands twitch. “That’s disrespectable, Lash. You promised to behave.”
“I said I would be good. I never said I would behave. Besides, the girl would probably appreciate that you still want to fuck her after all this time.”
Harry could feel the blood pounding in his groin just looking at her. Like a dam had opened up, letting in the old fantasies of what would’ve happened if he’d allowed Kim to indulge herself with all her hero worship. And with that came the guilt, the sourness, but it couldn’t quite compete with the sight of Kim standing there, on top of Lash’s skeleton, far more willing to sleep with him than she was to castigate him for having failed her.
Kim reached into her pocket and pulled out a cigarette. She lit it slowly, watching his bitterness turn to interest as she breathed in the smoke. Dragging on it in a way the real Kim probably never could’ve, but Lash knew just what to do with all of Kim’s beauty. She accentuated it, made it gorgeous, and Harry couldn’t help the thought that Kim probably would like knowing that his last image of her was now this tempting vixen that Lash had turned her into.