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A Night with Ms.Bellum	By : Honey-on-toast Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 5464 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own The PowerPuff Girls show or it's characters. This work is purely fan work and no money is made from this at all.

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Part Four
Buttercup's POV
After I had taken it unto myself to initiate our session, picking up from where we left off earlier, our movements, once frantic, started to calm a little. There was still the surge of excitement, but the notion of my own size and experience had finally been taken into account and Sara felt she needed to slow some things down. Obviously, there were things I didn't know and things I couldn't do: I wasn't large enough to embrace her as wholelly as she would me. I would literally meet only a portion of that criteria and would have to assort my own arrangements in order to properly hold her, or hold her the best I could. One may think it tedious, but it somehow worked, what with my movements being quite quick and being able to press kisses along her body hastily to keep the flow of pleasure going.
My determination and aggressive front had stimulated her greatly and she was just as eager as I to resume our fun.
“Passionate little daredevil, aren't you?” she hummed, followed by a short amused chuckle, before I cut her off by marking her stomach with more soft kisses.
She was exhibiting further sensitivity and more interesting reactions the lower I went. While I didn't fully comprehend exactly what I was doing, I had some keen notion it was to do with some focus on the area between the legs. Occassionally, she would lift her hips, lift me, in responce to the way I was touching her: nuzzling, caressing, licking. I couldn't decide what she liked more, so I spoiled her with choice and did everything I could.
Moving between her legs, I came to a full stop and looked to her with some confusion, my expression essentially saying: 'What next?'. Even after my eyes left hers, I could feel her adoring eyes at my puzzlement and pause, as she watched the cogs in my head turn trying to figure out what to do with her lower regions. In honesty, I can't say it looks pretty, but it fascinates me how I'm magnetised to it naturally. Her pussy has a sweet smell and as I moved down to her crotch, recieved a wet kiss from it upon my belly. I wasn't too sure what to make of it, but with the way it smelled kinda encouraged me to want to explore and kiss it. But, I'd be lying if I said a part of me didn't shudder in slight repulsion at the idea. Did I have to?
Before I could take any form of action, the woman scooped me up. “Bless you, little thing. Here, let me inspire you...”
Her voice had returned to it's familiar elegant and seductive state. She placed me upon her chest and her hands began to slowly, but confident, venture my body. Some places kinda tickled: stroking along the sides of my face, my tummy of course and trailing her fingertips down along my back. She surprised me when she found a good grip on my butt though, but I let her knead it and squeeze, not really feeling much until the pressing occured lower, nearer to my bits.
There's this buzzing. A warm, nice feeling between my legs. It's getting hotter. I see this filter clinging to her eyes, like a frustrated gleam of light. Shimmering. She swallows back her words, right when it appears she's about to say something. The persistent squirming inside me is frightening, but I endure it.
My legs shake and I'm about to give way, when she catches me and pulls me close, taking my lime green panties between her lips at the crotch. She doesn't lick, but she mauevers her lips in a fashion that caresses my regions and I let out a happy cry of delight.
Not knowing what to do with myself, I lean forward to press kisses to the top of her head, feeling her slowly and softly slide my panties down and off. Kicking them away, I step back, presenting myself to her. Sending me an intimate smile, she proceeds to cup my genitals and caress them directly.
“Does that feel good, Baby Girl?” she asks, her sexy voice sending shivers down my spine.
“Ahn! Yeah... it... feels so hot. I'm... sorry” I squeak, trying to muffle my noises by holding my stumps to my mouth. She pulls them away.
“Why?”
I avert my eyes, shy “I'm... all wet down there. It's gross”
That chuckle, that warm smile, captures my attention and she strokes my face, her thumb rubbing some strands of my hair. “No it isn't baby. It just tells me you're enjoying it. That makes me glad”
I allow her to keep touching me, my knees growing weaker by the second and I gather an idea that may satisfy us both.
Without any second thought, I place myself up on her lap, seating on her groin. I begin to rub my own region against hers.
“Buttercup!” she breaths, astonished at my boldness.
“It's okay” I says. “I know you're feeling it too. I thought maybe we'd try something together so we can both feel good”
With that, I turn around, in a reverse cowgirl position and continue to grind my wetness against hers. I can't believe it, or how good it feels. I shift and and bounce my little butt on her groin, caressing our engorged, soaked regions together in a sloppy kiss. Emitting sweet, succulent moans her end, she loses control, and grabs ahold of my arms, restraining me a bit and begins to buck her hips into my ass.
We cry out. My face fries intensely, just like my pussy, and tears sting the corners of my eyes with the sheer intensity of our love-making. Everything is hot and sensitive, prone to the most amazing of pleasures at a single instance of contact. Our connected regions create delicious audible fleshly slaps that fill the room with a kind of rhythmic beat. My heart soars and I let my voice out more than I intend, calling out for her, as I back my butt into her aggressive hips desperately. She holds me tight, steady against her, taking a moment to stroke my hair, urging me to turn my head. I plea for her, finally scooting myself around to face her again.
“More...” I whisper. “Harder”.
I'm strangled with euphoria and we move our genitals together faster and I grit my teeth, panting, as I drive my hips into her more furiously.
“F-feels... so good” I whine, almost salivating from the experience I swear I'd never feel again with anyone else. Those enormous breasts bounce in my face, as our clits bump and stroke. What drives me insane is our pussy lips, mingling and kissing. I start to writhe uncontrollably, the fire inside me growing to unbearable levels that it's almost painful.
“I-I feel strange... down there. It's weird” I gasp, feeling like I might urinate.
“It's okay, sweetheart” she whispers intimately, tenderly. “You're going to feel really good in a second. Just let it come. Don't fight it”
I trust her.
I let her fuck me harder, our voices coming together into a forbidden song of passion and lust. It rises within me, the feeling, and I tell myself not to fight it. It's getting stronger and stronger... fast approaching.
“I'M CUMMING!” I yell, letting her wreck me and scream out loud as I reach orgasm, my bits trembling with intensity, sending a fierce, almost numbing rage of shock through my system.
She stops thrusting and lets me ride it out. I can feel her bits shiver too. She came too, but just was a bit more controlled than I was. She bites her lip and lets out a long hum of delight and satisfaction. Something oozes out from my place, our places, and mixes together like a glue.
I feel like I might pass out... that... I might... I...
End of Part Four
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