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Rick grabbed Kat and pulled her toward the bed.

Not only did she not resist, she jumped on top of him, her breasts jiggling as she landed directly on top of his crotch.

He grasped one breast in each of his fists, squeezing the already hardened nipple tips until she squealed with pleasure. "Fighting those assholes was so sexy," she whispered. "I wanted to do you right there in front of them. Somehow I managed to resist temptation but I'm too tired to keep resisting."

Speaking of tired, Rick was worn out as well. Plus he'd already cum several times with Jan. He'd never had sex more than three times in a day and hadn't been sure how his body would react. Apparently, however, some natural ability or bio-DNA, probably bio-DNA he had to admit, was helping him out here. His dick was rock-rigid and raring to go.

Kat took a break from conversation, putting her mouth to better use as she kissed and licked her way down his chest, his abdomen, and finally reaching his cock.

Rather than start sucking, she continued lower, laving his balls with her tongue as she stroked his dick with her hands.

"Bring that pussy up to my mouth," he ordered.

"I, uh, I don't really like having my pussy eaten."

Yeah, he'd known a lot of women who felt that way, mostly those who'd suffered through his incompetent cunnilingus efforts.

"Let's see if we can rewrite that history."

She was obviously reluctant but she did as he asked.

Her pussy was a work of art. She'd wiped off every hair leaving her sex not only bald but stubble-free. He suspected she did it as much for posing as for the lucky guy's pleasure but he was happy to take the pleasure anyway.

He shrugged away his fatigue and focused on picking up Kat's subtle reactions to his tongue. Her clit was too sensitive at first and she microscopically flinched away from his tongue when he went there but she responded better when he circled around it. He probed her ass with his thumb and she clenched her sphincter. Not ready for that, either.

It was amazing to him how insensitive he'd been, how the bioDNA opened his receptivity to something as basic as a woman's pleasure. It wasn't as if he hadn't wanted to be a great lover, hadn't wanted to be the man women would line up to fuck because he could give them pleasure that no other man could come close to but he simply hadn't been able to see even such basic reactions.

As he nibbled, stroked, tongued and fingered every inch of her lower body, inside and out, he mapped out her reactions, discovered what she liked, how turned on she had to be before she was ready for the next, until finally he had it. Like a combination to a massive safe, he put what he'd learned into practice.

It took about ten seconds for her to orgasm.

She screamed with pleasure, her ass and pussy clenching down on his fingers, squeezing them so tightly he wondered if he had lost circulation. She squirted all over the bed, then sat up over his face, grinding her cunt into him and letting him bring her to another orgasm only seconds behind the first.

"Gotta rest," she said. "Gotta take a break."

"Hey, when you're pumping iron, do you wimp out when it's hard to get that last rep out?"

"That's different."

"Seems the same to me."

He rolled up on the bed, bringing her forward and sliding her down his body until he straddled her. Missionary style wasn't always best but he thought it would be right for where they were. He liked that she was independent, tough, able to enjoy everything he threw at her. Unlike Jan, whom he wanted subservient, following his orders, he was happy to have Kat an active participant, making suggestions, coming up with weird ideas, daring him to explore her body and their sexuality together.