Commissions,

[El Heffe]

I love these Ben 10 smuts for taking advantage of the many lovely alien ladies available. Why would anybody settle for a plain old human like Gwen (cute as she is) when one can have Ester's limitless flexibility, Lucy's ability to be THE girl you've always imagined, or Attea's incredible tongue-work?

You and I seem to be in the minority. Everyone else seem to be fine with rehashing OS Gwen over and over.

[El Heffe]

Draculaura's Thirst by Chaos Tranquility

“Wow, history today was really fun!” Draculaura’s voice came at the tall werewolf from the side as she fell into step beside him. She linked their hands together, smiling up at him from her petite height. “I love learning about my scaritage.”
“Hey babe,” Clawd said with a grin. “Glad to hear it.” He stretched, giving a small howl. “Thank ghoul it’s lunchtime. I’m starving!”
“Me too.” They made their way to the cafeteria and got their meals, When they sat down, before they could eat, the vampire cuddled up to her boyfriend and put a sweet look on her face. “Hey Clawd… Are you free after school today?”
“Umm…” Clawd thought about his schedule. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I am. What’s up?”
“Can I come over?” She adopted a look that could only be described as adorably seductive, and licked her red lips slowly. “Please?”
“Oh, uhh…” Clawd gulped slightly. “Sure… You know I can’t say no to that look.”
“I know.” Draculaura smiled. “I’ll meet you by your locker at the end of class.”

Having been sidetracked by their friends after class, by the time Draculaura and Clawd got home, she was voracious. She had been hungry all week, for something only Clawd could provide for her. As soon as they got inside, into Clawd’s room, Draculaura pounced, straddling him.
He fell onto the bed, swallowed by the squishy mattress as he put his hands up. “Hey, hey, baby, slow down!”
“I can’t! I want to drink…” She muttered as she kissed his throat, his cheek, and his lips. She stroked his fur before she shimmied her hands down to his belt. Eagerly, Draculaura’s tiny hands pulled open the clasp and dropped it to the floor. “Let’s play, Clawd.”
Clawd’s cock was certainly warming up to Draculaura’s advances, and Clawd with it. He certainly wasn’t about to turn down a blowjob from his talented girlfriend. She pulled out the dick, and all but salivated when the thick, hard length greeted her. The tip was already shiny with pre-cum, and Draculaura intended on adding her own saliva to the mix.
She leaned in and took a sniff. “Mmm…” It was the unique scent and taste that only cock could offer that enthralled her. “Delicious.” She started at the base of the dick, swirling her tongue on the flesh to soak it thoroughly before she went up, licking the full length up to the top. Clawd shuddered in pleasure when Draculaura engulfed the cockhead with her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled along the edge, pushing insistently against the frenulum.
With expert technique, Draculaura’s fingers grasped the base of the dick and rubbed while her head bobbed up and down, up and down as saliva dripped onto skin. “Damn!” Clawd cursed as he felt the pleasure immediately course through his body. She was too good at this, and knew how to have him on the edge in only a few minutes. She knew exactly how to milk him for what she desired.
“Cum for me,” Draculaura purred, a seductive feline noise that put a smile on Clawd’s face. Then she returned to the dick, taking it in so far despite its impressive size. It choked her a bit but she loved it; her lips curved upwards as he thrusted slightly with his hips.
“Oh, oh, oh!” Clawd cried out as the sudden burst of semen came pouring out of the tip of his dick, right into Draculaura’s eager, open mouth.
“Mmmm,” she moaned as she let it sit on her tongue, savoring the taste of the sticky cream. Werewolf cum always had that certain element to it, a sweetness that made her wild for it. Of course, it was also accompanied by a few strands of hair… She couldn’t wait to swallow, and so she did, letting the mixture slide into her throat just as the cock had. “Wow Clawd, that tasted soooo good.” She picked out the strand of fur off her tongue as she stared at him, gooey eyed.
“Yeah?” Clawd smiled absently, feeling a bit loopy from the sudden, fun orgasm.
“Yeah… So good that I want more.” Draculaura grabbed at his limp dick again, and Clawd winced.
“No, baby, it’s so sensitive right now…” He said, trying to push her away.
Draculaura looked at him, putting her overeager hands in her lap. “But Clawd!” She pouted, sticking her bottom lip out as her ponytails bounced. “I’m hungry!”
“Draculaura, I’ve lost five pounds through my dick alone in these past few weeks!” Clawd pushed up into a sitting position as he frowned. “I don’t think I can physically make this much cum!”
A sad look came over the vampire’s cute features. “I’m sorry Clawd... I didn’t realize I was doing so much damage to you.” Her lips quivered as she thought of how to best articulate her thoughts. “I just… since I don’t drink blood, I need something else to sustain me. You know that.”
“I do…” Clawd bit his bottom lip. “I’m sorry, but my body just can’t do it babe.”
“What do I do?” Draculaura wondered, not wanting to give up something she loved so much, but not wanting to hurt Clawd as well. “Clawd, what should I do?”
Clawd wracked his brain, scratching the top of his head. Draculaura thought as well, her paperclip earrings swinging. Finally, Clawd lit up, as if he had an idea. “The Monster High glory hole! You can get all the cum you want there.” And I can get a break, he added to himself.
“What? Other dicks?” The thought hadn’t even crossed Draculaura’s mind. She wrinkled her nose, not really believing that Clawd was suggesting something like this.
“Yeah…”
“Are you… Will you… Is something like that okay with you?” She asked, still incredulous.
Clawd took a second, then nodded. “Yes. I’m sure. It’s the only way for us to both get what we want.”
“Wow Clawd… That’s such a big thing you’re doing for me…” Draculaura leaned forward to give him a huge hug. “I so appreciate it.”
He smiled, pleased that his girl was so delighted. “But I do have one condition.”
“What?”
“You can’t have sex with any of them.” He patted her crotch lovingly. “This is mine.” He thought of fucking her, and his cock gave a throb.
She giggled. “Deal!”

After school the next day, Draculaura all but skipped to the special place behind the school. It was a building that had previously been used as change rooms. It had become infamous when the students had repurposed it into something a little more naughty. It would be Draculaura’s first time there.
She pushed open the wooden door, and noticed everything was dark. But as soon as she took one step in, lights flooded on. Her eyes widened as she took in the place. The entire place was covered in graphic graffiti, ranging from everything to obscene drawings of penis’ to phone numbers of various ghouls. It spooked her a little, but if this was where she was going to get cock, then she’d ride it out.
She entered the furthest stall, as the rumors instructed, and found herself in a rather large room with several holes cut into the wall leading to the other stall. It seemed clean enough. She peered through one of the holes, and saw there was no one there, yet. School had just ended, so perhaps she had to be patient, and wait.
Draculaura’s coffin phone beeped. All set? Clawd texted.
Yup. Thank you!! She smiled. She was about to text more, but suddenly, she heard the door creak open. Ooh! She put away her phone hurriedly, and got on her knees in front of the hole that most suited her height. There was a shuffling, just a brief one, then a pale colored dick was stuck through the hole, right in front of Draculaura’s face. It was still limp, but it was already quite an impressive size.
At first, it felt kind of strange to be looking at some other man’s dick, but just the smell of the cock had Draculaura’s thirst acting up. She licked her lips, taking in a deep whiff of the new dick before beginning. It was time to eat.
With her tiny hand, she gripped the base of the dick. Its owner gave a quiet grunt as she massaged, her fingers surprisingly strong for their size. She felt the trickle of blood run beneath the flesh, though the dick remained cool. Vampire dick had the tendency to be that way, though it had been a while since she had had any.
It wasn’t long before enough blood had rushed to the top to make the length nice and hard, a perfect popsicle for Draculaura to feast on. She smiled as she drew near it, giving the head a tentative lick. The saltiness of pre-cum awaited her, accompanied by a light hint of steel. The taste was a delicious precursor of what was to come, and she could barely wait to get the cock inside her mouth.
But Draculaura knew the benefits of teasing, of waiting. She swirled her tongue along the tip, lapping up every savory drop. Then she moved onto the sides, paying special attention to the frenulum and where the head met the body. She could hear the shudders of pleasure from the vampire on the other side, but also the frustration as she took it so achingly slow.
Her saliva dripped down her red lips as she smiled. The man had begun to slightly thrust against the wall in need. Fine, she thought. She was getting too hungry to resist anyways. When she finally engulfed the dick in her mouth, the loud groan from the other side mirrored her own feeling. This new cock was more exciting than she could have imagined, and just having its weight on her tongue aroused her to no end.
Draculaura’s pretty much nonexistent gag reflex came into play as she took the cock inch by inch, pushing it deeper with each passing second. Her tight throat squeezed the length, the flesh constricting it as pleasure rippled through both vampires. This wasn’t even close to the pleasure she could bring, and she showed it when she began to bob her head. Each thrust brought Draculaura closer and closer to her payload, to a fresh wave of cum right into her tight body.
Her own pussy throbbed with need as she thought of Clawd’s dick inside of her, thought of being fucked until she was crying out. The idea extracted a longing moan from her, vibrating onto the cock. Her pink and black pigtails swung as her head did, her paperclip earrings going along with it from the effort, but she showed no signs of slowing down. Her hunger was voracious, and she was going to satisfy it no matter what.
“Oh, fuck!” The vampire yelled in a low voice as his cock expanded just a bit, and then exploded.
Draculaura pulled back so she could taste it. The cold, pale cum shot onto her tongue, and she squealed. “Aaah…!”
The vampire’s final moans joined Draculaura’s moans, and more cream squirted into Draculaura’s elated mouth. It reminded her of ice cream, and tasted just as good. She took it all in, using her hand to coax more from the deflating cock. But she was not sated yet, and so she pushed her mouth onto the head, swirling her tongue and using suction to her advantage. Draculaura managed to get a few more drops of the exquisite liquid, which she held on her tongue for a while before she had to swallow.
There was a grunt from the other side, followed by a quiet “thanks”. Then the vampire was gone, and Draculaura was left with the taste of his dick in her mouth. She bared her fangs, pushing in the residual cum from the side of her mouth. There was no sense in wasting good semen. Though the nectar had been cold, it failed to quell the flame of thirst in the young vampire’s throat.
She sat in front of the hole, wondering what kind of manster would come next. Would it be a werewolf? Or would it be an elemental? A skeleton, maybe? Thinking about how different their cocks would all be, Draculaura felt her wetness grow. Her panties must have been soaked by now, but before she could touch it, the door opened again.
There was a flap of wings as Draculaura’s next challenge drew near. Gargoyle? She wondered, recognizing the noise as one that her friend Rochelle often made. She had never tasted gargoyle cock before, and she had to supress the rear of hunger that made her want to just attack the dick. She watched as the pants fell, and a light grey dick was stuck through.
The first thought that Draculaura hand when she grasped it was that wow, damn, it was hard! It wasn’t even erect yet! It stood somehow limp and firm at the same time. It was cool to the touch, much like the vampire cock, but with a smoothness that was unique to gargoyles. He shuddered when she ran her curious hands all along the length. She even brought her nose close to it to take in the unique, cement-like smell.
Somehow, the cock managed to get even harder from Draculaura’s teasing, and it was rock. The thought of sliding such a thing into her throat had the vampire letting out a quiet moan of need. She smiled, pushing her lips against the firmness. It was such a natural feeling, and the first lick had both parties immediately wanting more.
The hot tongue met the smooth and draped saliva all over it. Draculaura kept her mouth away, using only her tongue to tease. The gargoyle groaned at her delicate touch and tried to thrust, hitting his crotch against the wall as he narrowed his eyes in frustration. She loved to take her time, treating the dick as she would a delicious plate of veggie stir-fry: savoring every touch. She swirled around the head, pushing heavily on the frenulum. The head seemed to get the most reaction from the manster, and so she focused on it while her hands squeezed the base of the shaft.
Finally, Draculaura pushed her mouth onto the dick and earned herself an approving growl from the gargoyle. Brimming with confidence, she began to suck, the pressure bringing out more useless thrusts from him. It was just her and the dick now; her and this meat stick she was going to exploit for her own pleasure.
Her head bobbed, mimicking the shallow penetration as Draculaura set a steady pace. Her lips were wrapped tight around the thick girth, creating a powerful vacuum with her suction that she intended to continue until she had drained him fully. First, she just had to get there.
Draculaura was able to fit both hands onto the cock while still keeping her mouth on it. The hands were surprisingly nimble; she rotated them in sync even as her tongue lapped at the head of the cock. This way, she could feel every ripple of pleasure or of cum preparation run through the dick. She didn’t dare take her hands off, for she knew they would go straight to her clit.
Draculaura massaged like a true pro, savoring the weight of the dick in her mouth as saliva dribbled out of the side of her mouth, forming a tiny pool on the floor. Her breath stank of cock, the two different ones that had been in her mouth already had certainly left their mark. Still, Draculaura held the power here, and she intended on using it to her advantage.
“I can’t…” The gargoyle groaned, his entire body tensing as he tried to hold on, wanting to prolong this delicious blow job but his body wanted to release.
Draculaura’s movements grew faster in response as she tensed her muscles. Practice on Clawd had given sweet Draculaura all the energy she needed to please this gargoyle, and make him spill all that he had hidden within his nice, juicy dick.
Without warning, a burst of cum hit Draculaura’s tongue. It was more bitter than she could have imagined, and had a substance akin to that of rubber cement. Still, it only took her a few seconds past the initial shock to become accustomed to it. Then she drank it greedily, the thick, grey substance coating her tongue as she rubbed the length to encourage more. It was the perfect dessert for her meal, the necessary reward for her hard work.
Draculaura drank deeply, even as the gargoyle protested at her aggressive movements on his now incredibly sensitive dick. She kept the firm grasp on him, preventing him from moving away until the cold nectar had been drained into her throat.
“Mmm…” Draculaura hummed as she felt the liquid slide down her throat. Finally, her grip loosened. Thus, the cock was able to be yanked away. It was quickly stuffed back into the dark pants. Draculaura couldn’t even remember if there was any sort of thanks as she was too preoccupied with the intense urge in her crotch to fondle and to finger.
“Ah, fang it,” she muttered as she sank her hand down. Her clit hummed with pleasure when her fingers brushed past it, the fabric of her favorite pink panties acting like a barrier to dull the sensitivity. The taste of cum lingered on her tongue, and she could still feel it sliding down her throat. As she imagined it, her fingers drew circles around the hardened nub. She had just begun to truly push onto her clit when…
Her next conquest had arrived. Slow, heavier steps accompanied the door swing this time. Draculaura’s curiosity temporarily suspended her horniness as she waited patiently by the hole. There was a tell-tale zip of trousers, then a groan that Draculaura recognized as one similar to one of her close friend, Ghoulia’s.
Zombie dick? Draculaura wondered as she saw the flash of pale blue skin. Then the thick, droopy dick was flopped through the hole, balls and all. Draculaura stared at it for a few seconds before taking any action. It was incredibly thick, though not quite as long. The smell that emitted from it could only be described as… slightly expired. But it was not entirely disgusting. Interesting! Draculaura thought with a slight smile. She was truly achieving her goal of trying new things.
The vampire decided to start somewhere else this time. She went under, going for the squishy balls first. Her warm fingers met the heated balls. Not expecting her to go straight there, the zombie groaned in surprise as Draculaura toyed with the flesh, massaging it within her firm grip. She loved the feel of balls, the way they gave way underneath her fingers. She scooted closer, drinking in the scent.
The sourness grew stronger as Draculaura’s nose neared the testicles. She welcomed it, let it fill her nose as she reached out a tongue and gave a hearty lick. The usual taste was mixed with something bitter and unique. Draculaura leaned in and began to give it a very thorough tongue lashing, wetting the wrinkled skin with her spit.
All the while, one of her hands remained downstairs, underneath her skirt to fiddle with herself. The panties were a barrier that was easily pushed aside as her fingers hungrily sought out her clit. She imagined it was Clawd’s fingers at her pussy instead, imagined his tongue down in her crotch, bringing her to such heights of pleasure. She missed him and his sturdy dick.
But for now, she focused on the one in front of her, on the one she had her mouth next to. The balls had been thoroughly made wet, and she used her free hand on them while she licked from the base to the top of the cock. The smell grew stronger the higher she went, while the zombie’s groans grew louder.
There was a treat waiting for her at the tip: a dollop of sticky pre-cum awaited her. It was more clear than creamy, and had a slight green tinge to it. She swallowed it, along with the head of the cock. Mmm… It reminded Draculaura of sour candy that had been left in a pocket for much too long. Still, it was what she craved, and her body reacted accordingly to it
“Aaah…” Draculaura moaned as her hand sped up, pleasure along with it. The fat cock in front of her was beginning to be deep throated, and she was inclined to give it what it wanted. The wet slurping noises of Draculaura’s tongue filled the room as she sucked and gulped, smacking her lips together as she prepared the dick.
Finally, Draculaura forced the cock as far as it would go down her throat. She choked on it, gagging on the thickness but not wanting to let it go. A tear leaked from her eye, but she ignored it as she forced the length inside. Her fingers furiously groped her clit, yelps and moans spilling out of her mouth like cum would soon be pouring down her throat. She could almost feel Clawd’s dick sliding in and out of her pussy like the zombie one inside her mouth.
“Grraaahhh,” the zombie wailed.
Draculaura could translate: he was going to cum.
“No, not yet!” She squealed as best she could with her mouth full. Damn it, she didn’t have enough! She wanted to draw this climax out, to make it as long as possible. Lust had taken over her brain, and her body seemed to be moving on its own: face-fucking and masturbating, all in the name of pleasure. The taste of penis had her intoxicated.
“Graaaaah!!!” The zombie insisted, bucking as wildly a zombie could against the wall.
The expansion was coming, oh ghoul, was Draculaura ready? Her climax was building as she sputtered on the dick, spit flying out of her mouth onto the blue skin pulled tight. She was feeling the tensing, the incredible squeeze of her body. As the first splash of cum hit her throat, she came.
“Aaaaah!” Draculaura cried out as her knees shoved into the floor, her body shaking. Her tongue lagged out of her mouth as the dick fell out, still squirting cum everywhere. It landed on her hair, her face, her lips, but most of all, her tongue. She tasted the tart, the sharp aftertaste of zombie ejaculate as it coated her like the rain. This was exactly what she wanted; she just hadn’t known it until it had happened. Her body spasmed, her brain going haywire as utter bliss invaded her body.
Draculaura collapsed from the orgasm, cum having splattered all over her face. It was an incredible amount, much more than she had expected to come. But she didn’t mind it at all. Hell, maybe it was even good for her skin. She giggled at the thought as her pussy throbbed. Absently, she noted that the zombie had pulled back his dick and was probably leaving. She concentrated on taking breaths, on steadying herself so that rationality and calmness returned.
On the floor, the vampire wondered if Clawd would be up for some fucking, once he had recovered, of course. There was no harm in asking… She was now craving something more substantial than what her fingers could give her. But Draculaura didn’t even have time to pull out her coffin phone before the door opened again.
In the days to come, Draculaura would find herself busy every afternoon after class ended, getting her daily fix. The door just kept opening; more and more mansters came as tales of the new gloryhole girl’s cum thirst and skills grew. She wanted to work her way through all the unique cocks in Monster High… Finally, Draculaura had enough cum to sate her need. At least for an hour or so…

[El Heffe]

Ride the Lightning by Kingtoll88


Livewire groaned in pain as she smashed back first against the brick wall of the old Metropolis power plant, desperately holding onto her bruised body in pain. Superman had foiled yet another one of her attempts at causing chaos and destruction in Metropolis and now the electric supervillainess seemed to be defeated once more.

She clenched her fists as the Man of Steel homed in on her, her teeth gritted in furious anger. She wanted to kill him, repay him tenfold for the physical and psychological pain he had caused her. Nothing would have been more satisfying to her than to make him feel the anger pent up inside her and blast that atrocious Kryptonian to bits. With her last bits of strength, she lifted her hands up, aiming them directly at him to blast him with a lightning bolt...but nothing happened. Her eyes flew open in shock as she saw not much more than a puny spark leaving her fingertips.

The previous fight had already drained her energy reserves, not even a single bolt of energy left in her body, leaving her totally defenseless before her sworn enemy. She felt weak, helpless before that ugly hunk of muscle that called himself the Man of Steel. Unable to escape or change into her energy-form, there was nothing left for her to do than to cower on the floor while glaring up at her foe who had bested her yet again. In her defiance, she began to spout words of insult at him, “Damn you, Superman! Why won’t you just mind your own business, you big oaf?! Aren’t girls allowed to have some fun?”

“You call hurting innocent people fun?!” Was all that Superman could respond, his eyes filled with anger and pity as this beautiful but dangerous woman ran her mouth, but instead of scolding her, Superman responded in a much more calm way, “Leslie, you need to stop this,” He said, his voice filled with compassion, “How many times do I have to stop you until you realise what you do is wrong? Please, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Livewire’s eyes flared up at that remark, her hands forming fists as yet another fit of rage overcame her, “Don’t call me that name! I am Livewire now! You don’t want to hurt me? Don’t make me laugh! What about the night at the concert when you ruined my career and caused me to turn into this bleached freakshow? I know that I always had an...electrifying personality, but this is way too much! Besides, I will never change as long as you keep meddling with other people’s lives!”

The former radio shock jock still held a grudge against the Man of Steel. In her eyes, Superman was the cause of the accident years back that had caused her skin and hair to bleach, but it also granted her with her electrical powers that she used to cause mindless havoc across the city.

Before her transformation, the woman formerly known as Leslie Willis was already quite the looker, but ever since the accident that had turned her skin pale and her hair spiky and blue, she became an exotic, one of a kind beauty with big, natural breasts and a shapely ass. It also didn’t hurt that she had decided to donne a skintight black leotard with an enormous cleavage baring neckline in shape of a lightning bolt. The tight outfit clung to her hourglass figure, accentuating her alluring body even more and leaving next to nothing to the imagination. Her only other piece of clothing was a pair of tight leather boots with high heels, covering up her long, shapely legs.

Superman wasn’t done with his speech and he promptly responded to Livewire’s claims, “I am getting tired of having to deal with your antics, Les…erm…” He suddenly stopped speaking and turned his eyes away from the cowering supervillainess, “Hey...you might want to cover that up,” Superman said, seemingly embarrassed by something, his cheeks blushing while he pointed at the villainesses chest.

Livewire looked down at herself and saw the reason for Superman’s embarrassed reaction. Her breasts were partially exposed, revealing her dark blue nipples to the Man of Steel. Her cheeks flushed at that realisation, immediately covering up her chest with her arms, “OHH! How dare you, you big pervert! This is all your fault! If you hadn’t completely drained my energy I would have been able to sustain my outfit! You chauvinistic pig!”

It should be noted that Livewire’s outfit actually wasn’t like regular clothes. She actually created it with her powers, ionising the air around her body to create the black fabric that covered her modesty. The fatal flaw in this was obvious, as she didn’t have enough energy left to keep her clothes up in her weakened state. Her black leotard and boots were ripped and had many holes in them that grew larger by the second.

‘This damn Superman!’ Was all she could think about. She always knew that he was just a heartless monster who hated women and used them to fulfill his perverted needs. All his goody two shoes behavior was just to stroke his own ego and she was sure that this pervert of a Superhero used his X-Ray vision to peek on women all the time.

The exposed and embarrassed villainess saw that Superman seemed lost in thought, as if he was contemplating something. “What are you thinking about? Never seen a naked girl before? Could have sworn you used your X-Ray vision for that...Heh, suits you right, you pathetic boy scou-” Livewire couldn’t finish her sentence, as Superman flashed forward with his superspeed, placing a passionate kiss directly on her lips before she could react.

Her eyes widened in surprise and it took her a moment to realise what just happened. Totally flustered, she felt her body shake in anger as his lips touched hers, her fists clenching as she tried to push the big, muscular man off of her fragile frame, but to no avail. She wanted to push him away, to scream for help, but her body wouldn’t let her, frozen in place from the shock of the situation, so she had no choice but to endure it as Superman held her comparably small head with his hands as he ravaged her mouth with his tongue.

After what felt like an agonizing eternity for Livewire, Superman broke the kiss and looked deep into her eyes, fire and fury clearly visible in her gaze, “So you say that I am a brutal, selfish man? I’m sorry, but you leave me no other choice but to do this to prove to you what kind of man I am. I don’t see any other way of proving you wrong anymore.”

Livewire felt like she was going to puke, the pit of her stomach rumbling as the feeling of disgust ran through her body. She slapped his face, but all that accomplished was bringing her yet more pain, feeling like she had just hit a concrete wall with her bare hand. Gasping in pain, she felt the need to retort to this crazy man who was just about to rape her, “Oh, I know what kind of man you are. You are just like so many other men on this planet, trying to use women for your own, twisted pleasure! And now you finally got the opportunity to do the same thing to me, you misogynist monster!”

Livewire was too shaken by the situation she was in, too angry and weak to cry for help, and in this godforsaken place, nobody would have heard her anyway. She fully expected Superman to have his way with her, to just use her like a piece of meat to satisfy his selfish desires in a rough hatefuck...but what would happen next surprised her to no end.

Supermen held her close, her exposed breasts squeezing against his broad chest and she felt her own nipples harden through the friction against his costume, ashamed by the reactions of her own body. As she pushed her hands against his chest in another feeble attempt to push him away, she could feel how toned he was, even through the blue fabric of his supersuit. She fully expected Superman to go all out on her, rip her clothes off and just have her violent way with her...but that moment never came.

Instead, Superman began to caress her body, moving his strong hands over the exposed skin of her beautiful frame.

“Wh-what are you...ohhh!”

Livewire couldn’t finish her question as little goosebumps spread over her whole body as she felt Superman’s hands touch on her smooth skin as they explored her body. Not a single inch of her body was left unexplored by him, stroking and caressing her in a loving embrace.

“Shhh, don’t talk...relax…” Was all Superman said as his body covered hers. When his lips hovered over Livewire exposed neck, he began to use his ice-breath, putting only just enough force behind it to make her shiver all over her body. She squirmed, her spine deforming at this intense sensation, a loud moan escaping her luscious lips.

After she had calmed down a bit, Superman stepped back and without uttering a single word, he took off his cape and top and revealed his chiseled physique to her, his enormous pecs enough to fill any sane woman with mad desire. Livewire was overwhelmed by all this and she could smell his manly musk, his scent creeping up her nostrils and causing her pussy to tingle in anticipation for what was to come.

It had been a long time since she had been intimate with a man, since all potential candidates were always far too intimidated by her looks and personality to approach her. Yet, it was somewhat understandable, as she still saw most men as simply beneath her and didn’t seek out any male partnership in the first place...but somehow, Superman was different. He would be up to that task like nobody else, able to handle her like nothing. So big and strong...no! How could she think like this? He was just a pig, like so many others like him!

...And yet, she felt her pussy getting hot, her juices flowing...and she hated herself for that. He hadn’t even touched her most private part yet, as if he had deliberately excluded her most private part, but she still felt hotter than ever. How could this horrible chauvinistic excuse of a superhero excite her so much?

Livewire looked down at her body, her outfit disappearing and revealing more and more of her. She should have felt ashamed and disgusted, but to her surprise she felt none of that. Suddenly, her eyes were drawn to Superman’s groin area. She had always ridiculed the Man of Steel for his ridiculous excuse of a costume, but now she couldn't take her eyes off it, and with good reason. She could clearly see a big bulge forming inside his pants, giving her just the glimpse of the true girth he possessed as the outline of his impressive manhood strained against the fabric of his red underpants and she felt her pussy gushing, her juices dripping through the remains of her outfit.

How could this be? How could she get so aroused by her sworn enemy, one who was caressing her body without her consent no less? She should have felt sick to her stomach for betraying her own values so easily, but all she could do was moan as Superman placed yet another kiss on the side of her neck, the rumbling in her stomach slowly getting replaced by butterflies.

Superman slid his hands slowly down her body and his hands finally reached between her legs as he finally found her pussy. Livewire’s mouth formed an obscene O-shape and she let out an involuntary moan as his fingers rubbed over her labia through the thin black fabric. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, but the final step over the edge was still eluding her.

After what felt like an eternity, Superman let go of her body and let her sink down to the floor once again, her body soaked in sweat and exhausted from Superman’s attention to her sensitive and soft body. He looked at her with a soft and caring expression his face and smiled as he spoke to her, “Leslie, it has been a while since I last did this...I won’t go any further unless you want me to. Do you...want me to continue?”

Livewire felt like her guts were about to explode and that feeling of disgust creeped back through her intestines. Enduring this pleasure was one thing, but actively asking for it was a whole different level of submission in her eyes. She resented herself for the fact all this softness was getting her off, but she couldn’t deny it any longer. It was as if her brain short circuited, and she was fully aware of the irony of that...She wanted, NEEDED his dick! With her brain shrouded in lust and ecstasy, she had only one response for the man of steel,

“Alright...you win.”

With just a thought, the remains of her skintight outfit disappeared, revealing her pale blue skin and model body to superman in all her nude glory, her tits and tight pussy now on full display. Superman could see that her pussy was already swollen and puffy, dripping with her juices and his thick cock twitched in response inside of his pants.

Livewire moved her legs apart, now laying spread eagle on the floor, ready to be taken by Superman. The pale skinned she-devil let a wide grin cross her face, way more suiting for her usual personality, inviting the Man of Steel to finally take her, “Look at me Supes, does my sexy, blue body turn you on? I can already see how big and hard your cock is...Take me now, or are you too much of a boy scout to do that? Fuck my pussy, NOW!”

Superman was a bit taken aback by her lewd behavior, but forced a smile after his initial surprise wore off. His pants and boots were on the floor faster as Livewire could even follow with her eyes and the man of steel now stood totally naked in front of her. Livewire’s alluring moans and sexy body had a visible effect on Superman, as his larger than life cock already stood up hard and pulsated, small strands of precum dripping from its tip.

Livewire’s eyes widened as she saw Superman’s impressive manhood, way larger than any other dick she had ever seen in her life. Her primitive instincts awoke and without thinking straight anymore, she moved her hands between her legs and spread her pussylips apart with her fingers, giving Superman full view of her dark blue pussyflesh. She was already completely soaked, her juices flowing over, creating a small puddle on the floor beneath her.

Super or not, any man would have taken this offer in a heartbeat and Superman wasted no time and positioned himself on top of Livewire once more, his thick cock aligning with her gushing hole while his hands secured her hips. With a look of determination he stared into her eyes and just smiled again, “I will begin now.” And with that, he sank into her.

Livewire and Superman gasped in unison as he took her, his dick going deeper than anybody who had taken her before. It had been years since she had felt the heat of a real cock inside of her tight snatch and her pussy stretched about the girth of Superman’s throbbing member, her velvety pussywalls gripping and massaging his cock from all sides.

After a moment of adjustment, Superman began to thrust in and out of her pussy, and the woman formerly known as Leslie Willis let out a scream that soon turned into a lewd, elongated moan as Superman’s cock plowed through her insides, rubbing over her sensitive inner walls.

She didn’t know what was happening to her anymore, as all of this felt way too wonderful to be true. Getting filled to the brim with a hard cock while his soft lips and strong hands caressed her tender body. This whole ordeal went against everything she ever believed in. Men were chauvinistic pigs who just thought of themselves while in the bedroom! And out of all men, it was Superman who tried to prove her wrong? Livewire’s mind reeled at the conflicting thoughts racing through her mind, the rumbling in her stomach colliding with the explosions of pleasure all over her skin and pussy.

Soon, the unlikely pair got into a steady rhythm, with Superman pushing deep into Livewire’s pussy while she tried her hardest to meet his thrusts, their arms firmly closes around each other, their juices combining, lewd sounds of flesh hitting flesh filling the abandoned power plant. It was hardly the place for romantic lovemaking and Superman soon seemed to realise that fact. In between his thrusts, he spoke to Livewire, his voice still as clear and calm as before, showing no signs of strain or fatigue, “This gloomy place isn’t really fitting for what we are doing, won’t you agree? Why won’t we change the scenery abit?”

Livewire didn’t really understand what he meant by that, her mind already too far gone as feelings of pleasure started to outweigh her disgust and contempt. Before she could respond, Superman grabbed her tightly, his strong arms closing around her back, her head now resting on his chest. Her spiky blue hair poked into Superman’s chest as she felt his muscled abs on her smooth skin, causing her heart to skip a beat. He truly was a prime specimen of masculinity.

The meaning of his words revealed itself to her sooner than she thought as the they broke through the outer wall of the old power plant with ease, the brick wall of the run down building no obstacle for the Man of Steel. Flying up high into the sky, Livewire could feel the cool air and the warm sun, causing goosebumps to form on her pale skin and her heartbeat to quicken. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to take in this wonderful, one of a kind experience, feeling like a princess who had just been rescued from a dark dungeon by a prince.

Their lewd fucking continued in the sky as the sun made both of their sweaty bodies glisten in the daylight, Livewire now fully impaled on Superman’s throbbing cock. Just like on the ground, Superman was still fully devoted to her pleasure, fucking her gushing pussy in deep, hard strokes while making meticulously sure to never go too far and hurt her, a fact that didn’t kept itself hidden from the mischievous villainess.

“Hey, Boy Scout. Ahn~! I am a big girl, you know? I am sure I can handle you! You can go at me a bit rougher than that. Play with my ass! Don’t hold back, I love it rough~!”

Superman smirked as he heard how confident Livewire was and he wasted no time giving in to her demands. He spanked her ass with a loud *smack*, making the villainess moan in sweet agony as her perfect bubble butt jiggled from the slap, a bright red hand mark appearing on her left ass cheek. He could sense that she loved it as he saw the desire in her eyes and continued to dig his hands deep into her buttcheeks, making her squeal in delight.

Livewire felt the lust rising in her body and she knew that her orgasm was fast approaching, but she still felt like something was missing. She wanted, no, needed yet another thing from her superpowered partner to finally achieve that perfect climax she so desperately wanted. A devilish grin appeared on her face as she looked at Superman, small strands of drool dripping out of the corners of her mouth as she huffed her dirty request into his ear, “I want...I want you to...put a finger up my ass! Come on, Supes! Fill my all my holes up at the same time and let me cum like the bitch I am! Show me what a man you really are!”

Superman was taken aback by her odd request, not sure if she still had enough sanity left to make a demand like this, “Leslie...are you sure about that? That’s lewd, even for you…”

“Oh come on, we are way past that point of decency, don’t you think? I know you want to do it! Come on! Fill my ass up!”

Superman just sighed but to her own surprise, did as he was told and sank his hands even deeper into her toned bubblebutt, sinking his fingers deep into her. With a small tug, he parted her buttcheeks, exposing her tight asshole. Livewire gasped as she felt Superman heavily fondling her buttcheeks, small ripples of pleasure traveling through her body as she felt the cold air touching her exposed analstar.

“You are really are a naughty girl, Leslie,” Superman said, seemingly chiding her for her shameless request. He eased his grip on one of her cheeks and slid his hand along her stretched pussylips, coating his fingers in a mixture of their sexual juices. With this improvised lube, he aimed for her center, slowly digging his finger into Livewire’s anus, stretching it and lubing it up.

Livewire couldn’t think straight anymore, her whole body squirming from having all her orifices stuffed to the absolute limit. She sudden intrusion into her asshole made her squeal in delight, her tight pucker trying to close around the unusual intruder. Her head went totally blank, only the pleasure of getting penetrated in all of her holes remaining as her body bounced helplessly on Superman’s dick. As if that wasn’t enough, Superman also leaned forward and kissed her again, his tongue sinking deep into her mouth as their tongues wrestled for dominance.

After some more relentless fucking, Livewire felt Superman’s cock twitching inside of her pussy and she saw that he was actually gritting his teeth now, signaling that even the Man of Steel had some limits. Ever the gentleman, he tried to warn her of his impeding orgasm, his breath deepening with every second, “Leslie, I...I am about to cum. Do you want me to pull out?”

As soon as Livewire heard Superman speak these words, her body reacted by instinct, wrapping her long, shapely legs around his back, trying to lock him and his dick deep inside of her pussy.

“No, I need you to cum inside me!”

“A...are you sure?”

Livewire knew that Superman could have easily broken free from her leg-lock, but at this point she knew that he would have done absolutely everything she would ask of him.

“Yes, do it! Give me your hot cum! Let’s cum together!”

With one final thrust, Superman entered her pussy as deeply as he possibly could, his engorged cockhead poking against her cervix, making Livewire gasp in response to this unreal sensation inside of her body. His balls contracted and Livewire felt them tremble against her crotch, as he let out a moan that was so loud that it could have flattened a skyscraper. And then he came! She could actually feel all that hot seed pumping through his shaft until it finally shot out inside of her waiting pussy, splattering right against her cervix, filling each nook and cranny of her greedy hole with his seed. So much cum was shot inside of her that her belly actually bloated a little, stretching her smooth, blue skin until it formed a nice little bulge.

The feeling of all that hot cum splashing around inside of her triggered her own climax. Livewire screamed out her orgasm with a thundering roar to the world, albeit not as loud as Superman. Her whole body convulsed, her abused spussy spasm around Superman’s cock, squeezing it as if her body was trying to milk him for every drop of his seed. Endless amounts of femcum squirted out of her pussy, covering both of their bodies in her hot liquids. Her back arched and her toes curled behind Superman’s muscular back, her belly expanding even further from the masses of Kryptonian seed that was pumped into her. Only time could tell if she actually would get pregnant from this...

After both of their orgasms had subsided, Superman landed on the ground outside of the power plant, Livewire still secure in his arms, still slightly spasming around his cock. With an audible slurping sound, she finally slid off Superman’s massive manhood, laying on the grass beneath her, totally satisfied with a stupid grin on her face.

She couldn’t believe it. This big oaf that she had blamed for all her problems was able to bring her such inhuman pleasure. Still a bit dazed, it took a while before Livewire regained her ability to speak,

“I...I have to say that was simply amazing. I had no idea you could be such a good lover, Superman.”

“I hope I finally proved to you that I am not the bad guy you made me out to be, Leslie. I am not here to hurt you and I never will. Please reconsider your evil ways.”

“My...evil ways?” She asked, her expression signaling that she was lost in thought, “...I guess I was a bad girl after all, what Supes? Always causing mindless destruction. Maybe not all men are dirty swine like I thought. Maybe I was wrong…On second thought~” All of a sudden, Livewire snapped her hands forward, blasting Superman with a bolt of lightning, causing his body to jerk and fly back, crashing into the floor below him.

Superman looked up at the woman who had just attacked him, his body still a bit jittery from the electric blast.

“H-how…”

“Hahaha! Friction creates electricity, you fool!” the villainess exclaimed, fully back to her old, cocky persona, her black clothes reappearing on her body, “Looks like that little romp up there recharged my batteries a bit. This feels great! Oh, how I would love to blast you to pieces right now… but I think we had enough fun for one day. I think it’s time for me to get out of here.”

Livewire levitated her body of the ground, slowly bringing distance between her and Superman before starting to talk again, “I have to admit, Supes. I might have to change my mind about you after all. You are no boy scout, you are a vigorous lover! When we meet the next time, maybe you can service my butt with your big dick instead of just your fingers~?” And with that, she mischievous villainess threw Superman one last kiss before turning herself into a bolt of lightning, disappearing into the sky...

Superman couldn’t help but smirk. He had to admit that the idea of making love to her was appealing to him, but for now he decided to give her a headstart before going after her.

“Heh, maybe I should put on some clothes first…”

[El Heffe]

A Royal Screwing by ChaosTranquility

“Princess Sofia! Princess, where are you?” The voice of the ever-alert, elderly Baileywick reverberated throughout the castle. It was a phrase that was familiar to all the inhabitants of the royal living quarters of Enchancia, ever since Princess Sofia had become royal overnight, so many years ago. She had since blossomed into spunky teenager, but her penchant for disappearing off for adventures remained the same.
Sofia rushed from the garden into the castle, Clover the bunny cradled in her arms. “Sorry Baileywick, Clover ate too much, and now his stomach hurts! You’ll have to tell me in the infirmary!” Her brown curls bounced as she ran.
“Damn princess, I’m fine! I can still… eat…” Clover clutched at his stomach as he groaned in pain.
Sofia gave him a look. “You ate way too many carrots! Now you’re going to make me late for teatime with Amber!” She imagined how miffed Amber would be because of that, and thought that maybe that wasn’t the worst state for her step-sister to be in. A little anticipation or patience never hurt anybody, especially not the spoiled Amber.
Baileywick came into the infirmary, looking as regal as ever. “Princess Amber has sent me to remind you that your tea time started five minutes ago. She would also like to remind you that her time is valuable.”
“Oh Amber,” Sofia said, with a light roll of her eyes. Her step-sister had always been like this, ever since they were children. “Okay, I’ll go meet her if you take care of Clover.” She said as she gestured behind her to the rabbit, who continued to whimper in a dramatic fashion.
“Of course, Princess Sofia. I shall take care of him.”
“Thank you!” She shot him her trademark grin through her pink lips before running off, heading towards the tea room. She burst through the door a minute or so later, her cheeks rosy from the running.
“Sofia, really, late? That’s not how a princess should behave,” Amber chided immediately, tapping her fan on the table as she tossed her blonde hair. “And running! God! What if you ruined your dress?”
“Oh, give it a rest, Amber!” Sofia exclaimed as she slid into a chair. “You’re the one who sent Baileywick after only five minutes.” She began to pour herself a cup of rose scented tea.
The older princess looked mildly surprised that Sofia was being so assertive. Sofia had really become more so over the years, upsetting the power imbalance that Amber had worked so hard to create. “Whatever,” Amber grumbled as she sipped her tea and nibbled on perfectly pink biscuits. “So, are we still on for… dessert?”
“Of course.” Sofia shot her a brilliant smile.
When the tea had all been drunk, the two princesses retired to the huge stuffed couch in the side of the room, right in front of the huge windows. Some castle maids had already come by to clear the dishes, and were reminded of the strict ‘do not disturb’ rule placed on the room right after tea time.
Amber sat, fanning herself to cool down. “I hate the sun,” she complained. “It’s too hot in here.”
“I think it’s fine,” Sofia countered. “But… if you think it’s too hot, then just take off your dress. Turn around. I’ll unzip you.”
“Okay.” Amber obeyed, pulling up her hair as she turned her back to Sofia.
Sofia’s soft fingers were at her neck, pulling down as the dress fell away from Amber’s body. Her tender breasts, nipples perked into the air, bounced free of the fabric. Sofia’s fingers left the zipper, travelling towards them instead. The firmness met her slim hand and she squeezed, so gently at first that it coaxed a slight hum of pleasure from Amber.
Then her hand was eager, the tips of fingers meeting the taut nipple. Sofia rolled it, pulled at it as Amber made a sort of growl that made Sofia smile. The princess dipped her head, lowering her lips to Amber’s neck to suckle at the creamy skin. Amber arched her back, drowning in the bliss.
“Ooh…” Amber leaned back, losing herself in the familiar sensation. She could feel the wetness in her panties begin, always a quick result from Sofia’s skillful play.
“Do you like that?” Sofia asked with that cheerful smile on her face. “Turn around, now.”
Amber knew better than to dally, so she readjusted her seating to face Sofia. But before she could react, Sofia gave her a push that had her back hitting the plush of the sofa. Amber lay exposed, at Sofia’s mercy.
Sofia crawled forward, dipping her head as she pulled the dress torso lower to reveal Amber’s taut stomach. She pushed her lips onto it, kissing her way up back to Amber’s breast. Her tongue swirled around the nipple, tasting a sweetness that was unique to Amber. She sucked, cheeks slightly hallowing as her fingers moved down, continuing to push the dress out of the way.
Finally, the huge bundle of yellow and white fabric fell to the floor. Sofia had full reign over Amber’s body, and she took full advantage as the very tips of her nails danced over Amber’s pink panties. “I like this pair,” Sofia said against Amber’s skin. “I’ll have fun taking it off you later.”
“Sofia! Princesses shouldn’t say those things!” Amber said with a pout, though a distinctly red blush crept across her cheeks. Sofia’s tongue sped up as her fingers pushed directly onto Amber’s clit. “Whoa, oh!” She moaned in surprise.
“Princesses shouldn’t cry out like that,” Sofia retorted, slowing down immediately so that Amber glared at her.
The thought struck Amber that she should keep her mouth closed to deny Sofia of the moans that she was so fond of. She had made up her mind to do so, and had kept her word for all of ten seconds. “Ahh!” The cry escaped her mouth as Sofia began to rub her clit. Again, Sofia only kept it up for a minute before slowing to a frustrating crawl.
“Come on Sofia! Why must you torture me like this?” Amber complained, bucking her hips as if she could force Sofia to press harder.
“What do you want?” Sofia asked.
“You know what I want!”
“No, you’ll have to tell me!” Sofia said with a teasing laugh.
“P-Put your mouth on me,” Amber stuttered, anger and arousal mixing inside her.
“Sorry? I didn’t hear that!” Sofia smiled, lowering herself just enough so that she could smell Amber’s delicious scent.
“Use your tongue... Please.”
“Good girl.” Sofia’s breasts met the sofa cushion as she stripped Amber of the panties, and gave Amber’s clit the first tantalizing lick.
“Aahh!” Amber’s legs tensed as Sofia’s right hand clutched a thigh. The other remained at the pussy. Sofia settled in, stroking the clit with just the tip of her tongue. Amber’s groans grew into consistent, small feminine bursts that pleased Sofia so. She swirled her tongue, tasting the unique sweetness and tang that only a pussy could bring.
Juices coated Amber’s curtains, irrefutable evidence of her arousal. It was a delicious feast for Sofia, especially as every touch made the usually composed princess twitch and twist. Sofia placed a small finger at Amber’s entrance, and grinned as she was greeted with wetness. The perfect lubricant was always the natural one.
Sofia pushed in, and felt the familiar flesh tighten around her. The contractions wanted to draw her in, but she took her time to explore Amber’s inner walls. She curled her fingers, groping the pussy with tender force. The squeezing was getting tighter, and Amber’s cries were growing in key and volume.
“D-Damn,” Amber cursed as she swung her head back, her mouth open and panting. Sweat beads rolled down her figure as the pressure and pleasure boiled within her. “I... Oh, God...” Another roll of bliss rumbled through Amber as Sofia slid in a second finger. The pussy took it well, coating Sofia in the nectar that just kept coming.
“Are you going to cum, Amber?” Sofia asked, reaching up with her free hand to squeeze one of Amber’s boobs. The squishy flesh remained firm under her grasp as she began to lap in earnest, the flatness of the tongue painting broad moves across the nub.
“Yes!” Amber nodded, bucking her hips in a desperate manner, her body tensing so intensely she was afraid she would cramp. But none of that mattered now; she just wanted to climax.
With a shrill shriek, Amber came, her hands gripped firmly on the sofa cushions. Her eyes flashed open to see the brightness of the room as delight coursed through her body. Sofia was still lapping, her fingers still thrusting as Amber felt nothing but pleasure engulf her for several long seconds.
When Amber finally returned to Earth, she was breathless. She struggled for oxygen as her chest pumped, an absent smile on her lips. For the moment, she was sated. But unfortunately for her, Sofia was not.
The younger princess pushed up onto her knees, still hovering over the weakened Amber. “You’re welcome,” Sofia said as she slipped her fingers into her mouth, drinking the last of Amber’s syrup. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Wait, Sofia, I’m sore! You know how I get right after I cum!” Amber tried to scramble backwards, but Sofia’s hands on her waist prevented her from moving with surprising force.
“Sorry sis,” was all Sofia said before she spread Amber’s legs again. But this time, Sofia began to strip her own gown with practiced precision. It took less than thirty seconds for all those layers to join the first dress on the floor. Sofia’s panties were a pale blue with a white lace trim, the crotch clearly soaked through with arousal.
Sofia, on her knees, shimmied out of them as she leaned and allowed Amber one kiss. Retreating, she lifted one of Amber’s slender legs up, exposing the delightfully pink pussy to the air. She inched herself forward, pushing their warm clits together as she allowed a moan to escape her lips. Amber hissed, her soreness increasing the pleasure, yes, but also the slight jolt of pain that her pampered self couldn’t normally handle.
“Mmmm,” Sofia murmured as she began her first grind. Her young hips pushed forward, and she pulled them back in a mesmerizing cycle that rubbed their hungry clits together. It was a slow burn, a delicious friction that Sofia loved to draw out, to make Amber desperate for more. This was the lusty game these princesses played, the back and forth of a pretty lion hunting its royal prey.
The thrusts began to become more urgent as pleasure shot through Sofia’s slim body. She clutched Amber’s leg tightly, leaving red marks with her fingers as their bodies bucked in sync to the rough rhythm that Sofia set. She looked down at Amber, her eyes blazing, as if saying ‘don’t you dare cum until I do’. The amulet on Sofia’s chest swung with every move.
“S-Sofia,” Amber gasped as her body shook, her leg trembled from the effort. Sofia’s thrusting beat was so strong, so quick that it was catapulting her over into another intense orgasm.
“Yes!” Sofia cried out as she clung onto Amber, her wildly moving body staying completely still for a full second as climax ripped through her. Her pussy juices dripped, mingled with Amber’s heat as she settled into several relaxed moves to elongate her orgasm, to ride it out as her breath shuddered.
Amber mimicked Sofia, feeling the bliss run through her even as her usually-perfect hair fell in messy strands around her face. She stared into the face of her sister, the one she had been able to dominate all these years, and felt that the tables had truly turned on her.
They shuffled up into seated positions as they cleaned themselves using the nearby plush towels. Upon finishing, Sofia stared out the window, then at the clock. “Oops. I should go.” She stood up, and began to slip on her dress. The soaking panties were simply abandoned.
“Where to?” Amber asked, too lazy and satisfied to put on her dress. “You’re not staying here tonight?”
“I promised James that I’d go visit him.” Sofia slipped on her shoes.
Amber’s face soured at the mention of the name. “I can’t even fathom why you’d want to go see him,” she said with utter disdain.
“I don’t know why you two are still fighting,” Sofia said as she rolled her eyes.
“Because I deserve to be queen since mother and father are stepping down!” Amber snapped her fan closed and tapped it on the sofa. “If he wants to fight me for it, he can. My army is ready.”
Sofia sighed. “Sure Amber, whatever you say. A civil war is no way to solve a problem.”
“That’s the only way James will understand. Through force.” Amber’s scheming look came over her, and Sofia knew she had lost all reasoning.
“If you think so.” Sofia stood up, brushing away Amber’s negative feelings. Perhaps there was something she could do about this situation, but there was nothing she could say in the meantime to calm it. “I’m leaving! See you for tea time tomorrow.” She slipped out the door, leaving Amber in the lavishly adorned room. The smell of sex lingered in the air.
“Ta-ta.”
Sofia found Baileywick in the next room over, polishing several silver candelabras. “Hello Princess. Did you enjoy the tea?” He asked with a friendly smile.
“Yes! Thank you, it was lovely. I really like that blend.” Sofia peered at the now-gleaming silver. “Could you get me a carriage? I’m going to see James now.”
“Yes, of course. I will have one ready in a few minutes. Please wait by the castle gate.”
“Thank you!”

Five minutes later, the carriage was indeed waiting to take her to James’ castle. Luckily, Baileywick had chosen one with flying horses, since James had decided to build his new castle on the opposite side of Enchancia, as far away from Amber as possible. It was always a pain to get to his place, but Sofia liked seeing her step-brother. Sofia stepped into the chariot, and off they went towards the castle.
James was waiting at the door when Sofia landed. He had stayed handsome throughout puberty, and was now a tall, attractive young man. His light, short hair was styled in a way that echoed his father, and his impeccable posture stood as a testament to the rigorous, effective training of prince school.
“James!” Sofia called as she exited her ride. “It feels like forever since I saw you!”
“It’s been like three days,” James said with a laugh as he opened his arms. She ran into them, and they embraced. “Or is it my dick you missed?” He said into her ear as she blushed.
“Oh, James…” She blushed slightly, smiling at him. “Maybe.”
“Deny it all you want,” he said. “I know the truth.” He turned, gesturing for her to walk inside. When she passed him, he gave her a firm smack on the ass.
“So, how is Amber?”
“She’s fine! You could just ask her yourself. She is your sister,” Sofia said as they strolled through the castle, James leading the way.
“Please. I don’t want to talk to her at all. Not until we meet on the battlefield. Or maybe when I’m king.” He curled his hand into a triumphant fist.
Sofia frowned, still thinking that all this was very silly. She realized that her step siblings would never listen to her if she didn’t have any leverage. She had to think of a way to get that leverage. She had to get creative. But now was not the time to prepare, not when James was raring to go.
“Enough about that.” James looked at his watch before turning to Sofia. “We have some time until dinner. Let’s make the most of it.”
“Do I have a choice?” Sofia asked with a grin as she was ferried into the prince’s room.
“Not at all.” James pushed her down onto the bed. Then he was on top of her, his hands at her breasts. “I guess three days is forever,” he said as he pulled off the top, baring her shoulders and chest.
He dove for her breast, his fingers working their way down to her crotch. To his surprise, he found no fabric stopping him from touching bare flesh. “Naughty,” he whispered against her breast as his tongue heated her nipple.
He moved up, his mouth going to her lips for a tantalizing kiss. Their tongues slipped out and danced with each other. James moaned into her mouth as he was reminded just how agile she was. “Show me what that tongue can do.” He pulled back into a standing position and unzipped his pants. They dropped to the floor, and James’ more-than-ample cock bulged from his tight briefs.
“As you wish,” Sofia murmured, pushing up onto her knees. She held the bulge in her hand, rolling it within her fingers as he groaned from her delicate touch. The briefs were the next to go. James relished the feeling of bare skin on skin. Sofia gripped him tightly, rubbing the sensitive frenulum with her thumb.
She brought her lips closer, the scent of cock strong. Her tongue tasted the familiar saltiness as she ran the flat of it along the pink head. The impatient James pushed himself forward a little more, wanting more of her on his dick. Sofia put up no argument, allowing him to insert himself into her mouth.
He groaned in pleasure when he felt her wet mouth envelop him. Her tongue darted along, lapping at his skin, pushing along the pressure points that sent bliss rocking through him. Absently, he thrusted a few times to guide her.
Sofia sank her mouth slowly onto the length, taking in more with each passing second. Even while Sofia gagged slightly on the impressive dick, she let him into her throat. The tightness of it squeezed him, mimicking a deliciously soaked pussy. He immediately wanted to fuck, but held himself back to allow Sofia a few more minutes of autonomy.
Sofia’s hand went to James’ balls, gently massaging them in her hand as she sucked away. Saliva dripped down the sides of her mouth as she slid the dick in and out of her. She fell into a steady rhythm, but not one fast enough for James’ taste.
After a few minutes, James decided that it was high time for him to regain his control. He began to pump his hips while his hands held Sofia still. It was easy in this position for him to send his cock deeper, to shove it down her throat while her breathing grew heavy from the effort. Tears sprung to her eyes, falling down her cheeks, when the cockhead hit against the back of her mouth. But she didn’t dare push him away.
When he released her for a moment, she gasped for breath. But then he was back in, pulling her all the way down to the base of his dick. She loved the taste of it, the knowledge that she was pleasing her brother so. She took it in, all of it, feeling the way his hips mashed against her lips with each thrust. She wanted to feel his thick cum sliding down her throat.
Sofia increased the suction as his thrusts grew more desperate. His moans were one after the other, rising in pitch as orgasm drew near. She was so tight; all he could focus on was the flesh contracting around him, shoving him into climax.
“I’m cumming!” He cried, his knees threatening to buck as he pumped what felt like a bucketful of cum into Sofia. The cream gathered in her mouth. Sofia tasted the unique bitterness as she swallowed the residue of her brother’s ecstasy.
James sat onto the bed, his legs weakened. Sofia searched for a tissue to wipe her mouth, and some of her smeared makeup. “Good thing we keep spare makeup around!” She said to James with a grin.
“I’m not done with you yet. You can reapply it after,” James said as that fire sparked again in his eyes.
“I didn’t think so,” Sofia replied as she fixed the tilted tiara on her head. She stared down at the limp cock. “Let me help you with that.” She reached out, and began to rub the dick once more.
“I know something that will help more.” He moved, indicating for her to move back on the bed. As soon as she did, he began to crawl over her, a young predator. He was reminded that she wasn’t wearing any panties when he pushed up her dress, pulling it over her head so that she was fully exposed to him.
At the sight of his naked step-sister, James’ erection began to grow again. Her tiny build was ridiculously arousing to him, and he could see that his dick did the same to her by the moist glistening of her pussy lips. It was finally time for the main course: the fucking. James knelt before her, pushing the cockhead against her crotch. He wet himself with her natural lubricant, preparing for that amazing first thrust inside.
Warmth enveloped him in an instant as he slid in, drowned himself in pleasure as her pussy walls hugged him tight. He moaned unabashedly, moved in her naturally. He pumped his hips to get deeper and deeper. Sofia’s thin legs wrapped around his body, pulling him in so that he hit the sweetest part inside her.
The thrusting grew in speed as he felt her squeeze him, her body welcoming him inside to take control. He was shoving against her cervix; he could feel the knot pushing against him. Still he wanted to go deeper, needed to feel more of her enjoying the pleasure. He stared down at her as she writhed in ecstasy with her eyes closed as sweat beaded down her forehead.
“Turn over,” he gasped as he pulled out long enough for her to obey. She spun around, facing him with her ass in the air. He plunged himself back in, the brief seconds without pussy too much to bear. This position allowed him more freedom, allowed their flesh to slap together as he truly pounded into her.
Sofia’s body bounced forward with each hit, but James’ hands on her waist kept her in place. He truly fucked her, his hair flying from the strain as his hips smacked against her bubbly ass. Each thrust brought him closer to the finish, but he never wanted this to end. It was too damn good.
“Ohhh,” he moaned against her as she fucked him back, her hips pounding against him as she slapped to his rhythm. He was getting rougher, his hands tighter as he gripped her with powerful fingers. He wanted to unload in her, fill her with his cream to claim her. That was something Amber never would be able to do.
“You’re going to make me cum!” Sofia cried as her pussy tightened erratically around the dick, throbbing and contracting around him. Her orgasm shot through her, and she could barely control herself or the moans that came from her mouth as she let herself enjoy it. It was the final pressure that James needed.
Finally, he came in a flurry, emptying himself inside Sofia’s pussy as his movements slowed. Cum exploded into her, a little less than the last load but still a substantial amount. She took it happily, grinning as he pulled out of her.
They took a few minutes to let the orgasm ride through their body, but one of James’ maids called out for dinner, so they were forced out of bed.
"That was fun," Sofia said with a grin as she began to dress.
"Let's do it again after dinner." James pulled on his top.
"No, James! I have to go back to the castle."
“You should stay here, not with that dumb Amber!” James exclaimed, crossing his arms across his nude chest. “She has no idea how to do anything.”
A familiar annoyance built in Sofia's chest. She was sick of all the damn fighting. Why couldn’t everyone just get along? It seemed that nobody was willing to do anything to stop the impending civil war, and just talking to Amber and James was yielding no results. Sofia realized that it was up to her to stop this nonsense. A plan began to form in her mind.
“James, how do you feel about a threesome with another girl?” She asked, pretty sure that he wouldn’t refuse such a request.
He looked taken aback at first, but surprise soon melted into a sly smile. “Fantastic. Sounds hot. When and where?”
“Great!” Sofia had her own mischievous grin, but this one she hid from James. “I’ll set it up.”

Upon returning to her castle, Sofia continued her devious plan. She sent a letter off to Berry Inn, a quaint little place in a village in the middle of nowhere, requesting a room with complete privacy, with a date set a few days away. Next, she traipsed off to Amber’s room. “Hello?” She knocked on the door. “Amber?”
“Yes, Sofia?” The door opened, and Amber appeared. “I really can’t do another round today, if that’s what you’re after. I’m exhausted!”
“No, no. I was thinking that I’d like to play with a man too, next time we have our… tea time.”
“A man? Like a threesome?” Amber’s interest was obviously piqued. “But who?”
“Don’t worry! I’ve found someone. He’s very cute, and discreet.”
“Really! Hmm… Well, I don’t think we can do it here. All the servants will notice something like that.”
“I’ve taken care of that already. We’ll be meeting somewhere nobody will recognize us. We’ll go separately, me first, in disguises.” Sofia’s eyes gleamed in excitement. “Are you in?”
Amber thought about it for a few seconds more. Then she nodded. “Okay! I’m in.”
Later in her room, Sofia sent off a letter to James, detailing all the relevant information. The plan had been set. Now all that was left was to execute it.

A few days later, Sofia arrived at the room in Berry Inn, in the town of Fiera. She had planned to be early, so that she was able to prepare. She rushed around the room, making sure to turn all the lights off and draw the blinds tightly. There would be not even a sliver of light that could give her plan away. They would only be able to see each other’s silhouettes. She sprayed a light perfume in the air to mask the scent of her siblings. She gave a sly smile as she surveyed her work. Time to end this war.
The door opened not long later, and Sofia stood up to welcome who had arrived first. It was James, dressed inconspicuously as he could with a cloak. “Sofia?” he asked in a quiet voice. “Is that you?”
“Hi James.” Sofia matched his soft tone.
“Dark in here,” he said as he stripped off his coat.
“It’s better for privacy.”
“Right, right. So when does the other girl get here?”
The question was answered when the door opened, and another shadowy figure slipped inside.
“Okay, there will be no more talking from this point forward for privacy reasons. Feel free to moan,” Sofia instructed. She took James’ hand and began to strip him of his clothes. When he stood naked, she pulled him to the bed, very eager to begin.
Amber was currently admiring the “unknown” male’s penis as she stripped to her panties. The size and shape was quite appetizing to her, and she wanted a taste. She moved forward, and joined Sofia on the bed. The two girls crowded around the cock in the darkness; it was Amber who first ventured a lick.
James let out a quiet hum when he felt her tongue on his dick. Amber swirled the tongue along the head, the excitement of tasting a new man run through her. Sofia moved until she was underneath the two, so that she could lap at James’ balls.
Could it get better than this? He thought as he enjoyed the dual blowjob. It was indeed a tantalizing feeling, being pleasured by two women at the same time. Their nimble tongues nipped and stroked, coating his cock with saliva. His moans had Amber surprisingly aroused. She felt her panties dampen as she worked him into her mouth.
Amber’s cheeks hallowed as she sucked, increasing the pressure along the length as Sofia mimicked the action on the balls. The acute need to be fucked sparked within both of them, and they both gazed longingly at the dick. The only question remained was: who would be first?
“Me first,” Sofia said as she slid out from underneath. Her pussy still hadn’t had enough from James’ earlier punishing, and she felt it needed some more. “But I’ll please you at the same time,” she said to Amber.
James scrambled behind Sofia into their favorite position as Amber moved to the head of the bed. She took off her panties neatly, and folded them before spreading her legs wide for Sofia to feast. Sofia lowered her head, and her tongue slipped between Amber’s folds
James began to thrust, the cock shoving in and out of Sofia, while she thought of her plan. The longer she kept them apart, the hungrier they would be for each other. And then, when they were finally allowed to fuck, they would be voracious. Perfect.
Sofia slid a finger inside Amber, testing her wetness. She was still producing the delicious lubricant, and Sofia thought that it would make the perfect slide for James to penetrate. She circled the clit, speared it with the tip of her tongue to make Amber shiver. Deliberately, Sofia only left one finger inside, though she knew it was not nearly enough for Amber.
“Mmm…” Amber let out a frustrated groan as she bucked her hips, trying to push Sofia further but the younger princess was careful to hold her ground.
James was more insistent than usual, for Sofia wasn’t responding as he had gotten used to. She wasn’t fucking him back, wasn’t moving her hips, and wasn’t groaning in that arousing way. He was beginning to fantasize about the mystery woman just a few feet away. How would she react? How would she feel when he slid his dick into her? How would she sound screaming out in pleasure?
“Ooh!” Amber’s voice spiked in pitch when Sofia’s tongue increased in pressure, increased in pace. James matched the cries, thrusting forward as if he could reach Amber through Sofia. He was pounding Sofia, giving her no break as he crammed himself into her. Her breath hitched as pleasure rushed through her body.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Sofia cried out, lowering a hand as she frantically rubbed her clit. Her orgasm rose quicker than it ever had before, punching through all other emotions as Sofia’s body was ravaged by the fire.
She allowed her body to fall onto her back as she smiled. “Wow. That tired me out,” she said. “You two have some fun while I recover!” She watched as they fell upon each other, their lips locking, their tongues mixing with saliva and heat. Having no knowledge of each other’s grown up bodies, it was as if they were truly two strangers meeting on this fated night.
James began to tongue Amber’s taut nipple, flicking it between light nibbles to give her shivers. His cock was raring to go, still smeared with Sofia’s pussy juice. Though he liked the teasing, his animalistic instincts were taking over. James towered over Amber, and pushed his dick into her.
“Mmmmf!” Amber struggled against the no speaking rule as the thickness penetrated her. It was a far cry from Sofia’s tiny finger, and Amber thought that it had been too damn long since she had had such a nice, thick dick inside her.
James’ hand came down and began to nudge her swollen, alert clit. He rubbed it with a thumb while he continued to fuck her. She felt every inch of him going in and out. She had never had a dick this big before, and could feel the slight pain as it hit her cervix.
Sofia climbed behind them to help. She and James forced Amber’s legs up, out of the way, so that he could go deeper still. It felt as if she were going to break in half! He was impossibly violating her in depths that had never been traversed, and it felt better than anything she had felt before. Amber would have cum from it alone, even if James was not currently making sweet love to her clit with his fingers.
Sofia couldn’t stop her sneaky grin as she watched the two have sex. This had turned out better than she ever could have imagined it, and she was getting a nice show from the two. James was trembling, and his breath was coming out in short, choppy sections. It was a telltale sign that he was nearing his climax. Amber was shuddering, her eyes pressed firmly shut as she roared with delight. This was her tell.
He was getting faster, the bed squeaking beneath them from the effort. The pressure, the amazing, wondrous pressure was building and it was all going to explode in the next few seconds. With a mighty roar, the prince unloaded himself into his sister as she pulsed in orgasm around him.
Amber clutched at James through her legs, feeling his soft skin as it all went white, all went blurry. She felt faint somehow from the experience, but in an unbelievably good way. She was so sore, her entire body throbbing, even as he pulled out and collapsed beside her. The creamy cum inside her leaked onto the bedsheet as she collapsed as well. The two of them struggled for breath as Sofia silently slipped off the bed.
Even though Amber and James were still recovering from their orgasms, Sofia decided it was about time to drop this huge bomb on them. She snuck to the side of the room, and flicked on the lights, a second before she snapped several pictures with a camera she had prepared. “Surprise!”
The two siblings turned to stare at Sofia, puzzlement on their faces. But then they looked at each other, and realized who they had just had amazing sex with.
“What the hell!?” James leapt out of bed. “AMBER?!”
“That’s my line, James!” Amber cried, grabbing the bedsheets to cover herself. “Sofia, what is this meaning of this?” Her face was red with embarrassment and anger.
“I’m sick of you two fighting. You’re brother and sister! You shouldn’t fight like this. What’s more, you definitely should not use our country’s people to do it. So, if you ever try to start a civil war again, I will release the fact that you two have slept together, as well as these pictures, to the whole kingdom.” She dangled the camera in front of their faces. “Got it?”
Amber stared at James, then at Amber. Her body was still trembling from the effects of her orgasm, and she could tell James was feeling the same way. She had been completely tricked, and it infuriated her.
“Fine,” she said with a huff and a pout.
“Fine,” James echoed.
“You still shouldn’t have used such a method, Sofia,” Amber said, her bottom lip sticking out as she reached for a nearby tissue.
“Oh please.” Sofia set the camera down on a nearby dresser and crawled into bed. “You both enjoyed it. Don’t even try to deny it.” She smiled up at the two of them as her fingers dropped to her clit and began to rub. “Come on! I’m not done playing yet…”

[El Heffe]

Attea and Looma - Rivals and Loovas by HookedOnPhoenix

Ben beat a hasty retreat from the Plumbers Headquarters shortly after his dalliance with Rook Shar. Her warm cat eyes had followed him even after he had nervously re-entered the elevator, appearing in his mind as he moved to head home for the evening. After spending so much time in the spotlight, he had finally bit the bullet and gotten a place of his own (using Plumber funding) in the city, a swanky habitation set on an entire floor of one of the high rises in Bellwood’s center. He passed the clueless chauffeur as he took the elevator to the top, humming a pleasant tune to himself as the gilded doors slid open and he walked to the only door on the floor. Flipping through his keys he unlocked it and walked inside.


Immediately he was greeted to the sound of heavy huffing, the sound of alien exertion somewhere in the house. Clucking his tongue against his cheek, Ben dropped his backpack with a sigh into the entryway and walked towards the source. It was coming from the gym.


“Hey Princess, you in here?” He called, stepping into the full-size gym that took up the better half of the house. It had been her idea, not his.

“In here - unf - beloved!” She replied, her voice high and excited despite the fact that she was clearly in the midst of exercise. The sound of gently clicking metal told him she was at the bench press. Sure enough, as Ben turned a corner, he found a half-naked Tetramand, her red skin shining with sweat even as she pumped against the massive weight above her, her two upper arms spread out across the length of the bar as she pushed against it. Her lower arms were busy doing bicep curls, lifting hefty dumbbells like they were feathers in her hands even as she continued the spirited workout. Her head tilted slightly when she glanced over at him, her jet black hair pulled back into a ponytail so as not to inhibit her vision. Her four eyes narrowed as he approached, a warm smile gracing her lips.


“Just a second.” Looma Red Wind said, continuing to lift and lower the weight down to her heaving chest before lifting it off again. The Princess of the Tetramand race’s pectorals clenched and her biceps flexed as she lifted the half ton weights on either side of her like they were nothing. Her body was a toned masterpiece of her species, and she wore only the barest covering of a sports bra and spandex booty shorts to cover her otherwise naked body. “A-almost done with my set, my beloved. Then we can consummate our love once again!”

Ben observed her spirited efforts with a wry grin. “You know, I think it’s pretty clear we’ve already ‘consummated’ it, Looma.” His hand reached out and stroked the gravid belly that bloated out from her stomach like a round beach ball. The voluptuous alien let out a pleasured hum as he touched her. “I also am pretty sure you promised you wouldn’t keep working out like this, till he’s due.”


“I have to stay fit.” She replied, huffing as her milky breasts lifted and lowered to her breathing. She took on a playful, mocking tone. “If you’re so worried about me, why don’t you bring you big, manly arms over here and spot me?”


Her smile was so transparent that Ben couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t think normal me is going to be much use for you in that department.”

“You never know,” She teased, her smile deepening as Ben continued to draw his fingertips across her heavy pregnancy. “Perhaps the little prince will learn a thing or two from you. You were strong enough to beat me, after all.”


Letting out a long-suffering sigh, Ben circled around to the back of the weight bench, matching eyes with Looma even as the pace of her workout increased. “Take a firm hold of the bar, beloved.” She murmured, continuing to lift and lower without the slightest sign of abatement. “Wouldn’t want me to drop it or anything, hm?”


Ben reached out, taking grasp of the bar as her spotter. She hardly needed it, adopting a smooth rhythm as as she effortlessly benched the heavy bars. However, the compromising position forced Ben to lean forward, planting his lower body dangerously close to the excited Tetramand’s face even as she pushed herself to her limit. The dumbells fell hard against the ground, and Ben could feel the solid tremble of the ground near his feet from the impact. Her lower arms now free, Looma reached out and grasped his trousers, pulling them off of him in one sure, strong movement.

“‘Spot me’ she says,” Ben said, letting out a laugh even as she pulled down his underwear and exposed his hard erection. Bent over backwards as she was, Looma licked her lips and reached out with her lower arms. The raw strength of them could be felt, even as they gently took a hold of his cock and began a swift and vigorous stroking session. Her animated handjob was strong, assured, and uncomplicatedly intense - as to be expected from one of her species.

“Mmm, I’ve missed this.” She moaned, even as she continued to bench the weight above her. Her iron constitution was only matched by her utter lasciviousness, and in seconds her free hands were clenched around Ben’s manhood. “To think that another species’ male could make a woman out of me-”


“You were quite the woman beforehand,” Ben replied, his breath issuing from his mouth in great gouts as though he were the one working out. “All that’s different now is that we’re just a little bit closer.” His quasi-spotter position was little better than a ruse, and even the assertive alien seemed to realize this. Her hand pulled it to an even angle with her mouth. Leaning back, her head drooped off the end of the workout bench. Her ponytail became a falling cascade as her chin stuck outwards, her mouth opening as she displayed her pliant tongue.


Taking the bait Ben leaned his hips forward, feeling the pleasant slide of his head against the inside of her mouth. It was an odd sensation to take her this way, with the top of her mouth serving as the bottom and her waggling tongue providing the roof. However, once he was down her gullet her lips began to suction spastically against him, devouring his prick with an eagerness borne of estrogen. Ever since he’d knocked her up Looma had gotten extra frisky.


Ben began to move in tune to Looma’s benches, his hips pushing forward into her esophagus at the same time as she managed to push the weight to its full height above her head. He held the bar in his hands, acting less as a spotter and more as a measuring stick for her progress. Every time the bar reached past Ben’s sternum, he rewarded her with a deep thrust that bunched the back of her throat with his package. Looma gurgled in happy glee, increasing the pace of her benching.

“Woah, slow down Princess.” Ben cautioned her, mindful of his own progeny growing within her. He ran a hand across her red cheek, feeling the pleasurable impact of his testicles against her face as he bottomed out against her. He held against her face as she paused her reps to enjoy the taste of him. “No need to rush it. Take it one rep at a time.”


The willful Tetramand’s womanly grunt told Ben her honest thoughts on the subject. Far from slowing down, she increased the speed of her benching, prompting him to likewise expand the rate at which he plumbed her oral depths. The strength of the warrior woman’s throat closed tight about his cock, and Ben felt an orgasm coming on. He managed to count the reps, guessing correctly that Looma was timing it in tune to the completion of her set.


At the apex of her last bench, Ben groaned, his balls swelling as he felt the oncoming impetus of ejaculation. He twitched in her throat, his thick prick trapped within her suctioning lips so tightly that he could not pull away. Her long tongue lapped out from the topside of his cock and gave a lustful lick upon the base of his crotch. The heat of it spurred him on still more, and he took her throat in hand, letting go of the bar he was ‘spotting’ her on and holding her in place.


He watched in lurid fascination as he saw Looma’s neck swell from the dilating dick inside. It pulsed, the first shots of sperm bursting down her neck as the pregnant Princess greedily gulped his erection to completion. Ben let out a throaty roar, even as Looma hummed and squealed beneath him. He saw her four orange eyes shut as one, her half-crooked smile displaying her genuine enjoyment of the rough mouth fucking.


Ben held her in place for several more seconds, reveling in the astounding way she could deepthroat him for what seemed like an eternity. At last, momentarily sated, he began to pull off of her. Saliva coated the top of his cock as her tongue slid down along its length, finally popping free from her mouth with a wet schlorp. Looma gasped in a breath, her chest palpitating as her tongue lolled from her mouth, coated at the back in white fluid. She licked her lips.


“You never disappoint, Beloved.” She said, finally setting the bar down upon the stand. She sat up slowly, her lower set of hands reaching down to mindfully stroke at her bulbous belly. It was her proudest feature: she had already hungrily displayed it to any and all who would see the virility of the man that she had taken as her own. It had caused more than one awkward conversation between himself and Gwen, but such was life.


Looma tossed her hair behind her head, tilting her head back as she grinned widely at Ben. “Now that we’ve both worked up a bit of a sweat, what say you and I-”

“Ben Tennyson!” Shouted a voice from the entrance to the gym. Startling back, Ben moved to sheepishly pull up his pants, momentarily mortified that one of his family members or perhaps Rook Blonko had walked in on the unexpected tryst. Thankfully, it was just his other paramour, an annoyed look on her face as she caught sight of him, enjoying Looma’s not-so-tender affections.


Attea, the heiress to the Incursean throne waddled into the room, her hands circling about her big, green belly. It protruded outward, also filled with child. “-And just what are ya doing with her?” The frog-like female’s brow pulled down into a scowl as she matched eyes with Looma. The larger Tetramand sat up, wiping at her cum-slick lips as her own four eyes lit upon her rival. Attea continued: “You’d ratha’ whore around with that big lummox, than with true royalty?”

“I am of the royal blood of the Red Wind!” Looma snarled, sitting up in a flash and blocking Ben’s view of his other illicit mistress. “Your weak, porcine figure cannot hope to best my toned physique! It’s a wonder that Ben doesn’t toss you out like a Gourmand at an all-you-can eat intergalactic buffet!”


Attea’s scowl deepened and she stuck her prehensile tongue the better part of three feet out in defiance of her opponent. “Listen ya four-armed reject: havin’ a bunch of oversized muscles and man-pecks ain’t nothin’ unless ya got the goods!” The green alien lass jutted her rear out behind her and absently spanked it, causing a loud slap to reverberate out across the room. It jiggled appreciatively. Ben covered a smile at his two lovers’ not-so-friendly competition.


Unlike Looma, who had all but moved into his apartment (over Ben’s own strenuous objections) Attea was more of the “fuck and flee” type of lover. After ambushing him sometime after their latest run-in, she had been secretly stealing moments of lurid debauchery whenever she could get them. Ben had the sneaking suspicion that since she’d gotten pregnant, Attea hadn’t left his house. God only knew where she’d been hiding, though it didn’t stop her from acting the indignant lover for the sake of the nonsensical argument.


“-And I don’t?!” Looma said, her bottom right arm reaching behind her to forcefully grip Ben’s hand. It led him directly to the massive red rear behind which he was standing, planting a helpful smack against the toned masterpiece. “Behold my bounteous glory!”


“Ya think that’s a booty worth bangin’?” Attea laughed in cruel jest. “You’re not supposed to be red before he starts spankin’ ya!”

“I dare you to say that to me on the wrestling mat!” Looma boomed, her upper left arm reaching up and pointing to an open space in the gym where a flat mat had been set out. “Let us settle this competition in the ring of battle!”


“Yer on, four-arms!”


Seeing that the two randy (and quite heavily pregnant) women were about to battle to the death for a feckless reason, Ben decided to at last step into the argument. “All right, that’s quite enough of that.” Ben said, gently pulling his hand from Looma’s grasp. “There is for sure no need for a cage match in my apartment between you two. I don’t think the walls will be able to stand it.”


Looma turned with downcast eyes. “But beloved-”

“C’mon, Looma.” Ben said, “Are you really gonna get into a fight when we’re all here, all horny, and all in the mood?”


Attea gave him a scowl, “Listen Ben, who said I was-”


Ben rounded on her, “And seriously Attea: pulling the ‘jealous’ trick? Be real here: how long were you watching?”


Attea’s cheeks lit up like a christmas tree. She glanced away and muttered out something resembling “awhile.”


“Exactly. Now both of you drop the petty arguments, and let’s all just have some sex.” Ben let a joking smile come to his face, his hand reaching out to grope Looma’s ass again. “-Or do I really have to referee a wrestling match between two pregnant women?”


“Of course not, beloved.” Looma murmured, her gaze softening upon him as wrung her hands in pairs of two. “I was simply challenging this girl for first rights… as your lover.”


“Like hell ya are!” Attea blurted out, moving with a speed that surprised Ben, given her protruding belly. She marched forward, “I’m gettin first dibs on his dick!”


“Then you had best hurry, skank.” Looma joked, her lower arms peeling off her skintight workout shorts from her sweat-slick body. Ben got an unvarnished view of her fat red ass as she bent down to peel the bottoms past her feet, kicking them away and exposing her nudity. Without missing a beat she spun around, playfully shoving Ben to the ground and mounting him without delay.


She shook her butt in mockery of her too-slow opponent and dropped hard onto Ben’s shaft. Her expert hands angled the head of his dick like a laser point to the clenching, wet fuckhole of the Tetramand Princess. Ben groaned as he felt the intense sensation of her alien love tunnel engulf his pulsing prick. She was hot, her large waist obscuring Ben’s view of his lower body. Squatting down like she was in the midst of a weightlifting set, Looma began an immediate assault on his crotch with her slapping rear.


Ben laughed, adopting the rhythm of his zelous lover as his hands reached up to steady himself upon her wide hips. “N-no fair!” Attea protested, her footsteps quickening as she rushed to avoid being left behind in the impromptu orgy. She stomped her foot in frustration when Looma refused to so much as budge from her place atop Ben’s meat pole. “Hmph! F-fine! Lick my pussy then!”


She moved to sit upon Ben’s face, her rear blocking out the lights above. Ben chuckled, “Uh, mind saying please first?” Her green ass’ descent slowed, as she seemed to consider the question.


“Not after she got to have first dibs, I won't!” She said, dropping the rest of the way down onto his face. Ben’s response was muffled by the taste of her wet muff upon his tongue. Shrugging to himself, Ben made the most of his precarious position and began an admirable campaign of eating out the Incursean’s funbox. His lips frenched against her lower lips as the two traded fluids. Soon Ben’s face was caked in froggy girlcum, his breath steaming as their combined body heat caused both to sweat and gasp.


“An admirable attempt,” Looma praised her rival, “You seek to distract our shared mate with a display of your own fertility, all the while keeping his attention off of my perfect body!”


Attea let out a laugh that trailed off into a deep moan, “H-ha! You think Ben’s down there for any other reason than he thinks my cunt tastes awesome?”


“Mmmph hmnh nnmuh!” Ben grumbled, talking with his mouth full. The delightful vibrations of his vocal tones sent shivers up Attea’s spine, and she planted her hands back on the floor to keep her balance. The aliens’ green hips rocked forward, her swollen belly moving in kind as she got wetter and wetter to the touch.


Looma was no slouch either. Seeing that Ben was lapping up Attea’s labia so effectively, she responded in kind, lifting her hips to the brink of pulling free from his cock, before slamming herself down hard atop his waist, creating a constant slap slap slap that became only juicer as time went on. Soon her more mechanical movements dropped away, and the sex began to look less like a workout and more like a threesome.


“Hnnngh!” Looma panted, pistoning atop Ben’s cock with ever heavier bounces. Had Ben not already gotten used to her roughness, he’d be half-frightened that she was about to break his pelvis with how hard she was slamming down on him.


Ben could feel something building in his loins, but could say little, tongue-deep in Attea’s green folds as he was. The first sign either of the women had that he was cumming occurred when he moaned into Attea’s muff, sending her into her own mini orgasm even as his twitching penis swelled deep in Looma’s snatch. The red-skinned alien seemed to sense this, dropping her hips a final time and rolling her crotch about on his stomach like she was kneading dough, keeping the lions share of his shaft planted deep within her.

“Right there!” She cried, her upper arms curling behind her head as her lower arms steadied her, “Oh, by the Gods fuck me right there!” Her gasps turned into a loud screech of joy as she came, her powerful vaginal muscles clenching tight upon Ben’s dick and refusing to pull away.


Ben groaned and came, his cockhead bloating before bursting forth its ivory cargo. His balls twitched and his hips humped mindlessly forward, seeking that deepest place where he could plant his seed. Finally reaching the apex of his envelopment by Looma’s folds, his ejaculation kicked into high gear, spraying down the already-pregnant woman’s insides with his fertile glory. “Aaah!” She cried, arching her back, “Yes! God, my pussy just loves your cock, beloved!”


Attea let out a frustrated grunt, even as she rode hard against Ben’s face, using his mouth like a portable masturbation aid. “Don’t get too used to the feeling, sweet cheeks!” She shouted, shaking her breasts in some strange form of competition with the larger woman. “The second Ben’s done wasting his time with your oversized meat curtains, I’ll show him what a real lover can do!”The two scowled at each other from across the narrow distance.

I remember when I used to have a say in things. Ben mused jokingly to himself, even as Attea stood up off of his face. “Outta the way, wide load! Quit bogarting the dick!”


“You’re lucky Ben tolerates you, otherwise I’d have broken you in two by now, you twerp.” Looma shot back, though with nowhere near the same fire that Attea had. She sounded somewhat fatigued, though Ben knew better than to make the comment directly to her. The brash Tetramand would take it merely as another challenge, and Ben didn’t think his waistline could survive a second mating session.


She stood up, a small rain of cum dripping loose from her well-fucked snatch and trickling down the insides of her thighs as she stretched and let out a blissful grunt. “Wonderful. As it always is with you, beloved.”


Attea let out a terse tsk. “Yeah, yeah just hop off the cock so we can get to business.” The Incursean said, clambering to her hands and knees and sticking her green ass in the air, waving it about for Ben’s perusal. “You ready for this, Ben?”


“Yes.” He said, feeling a newfound surge of blood to his groin at the sight of Attea’s soaked nethers and swaying rump. “Yes, I am!” He sat up, clambering to his knees as he lined himself up against Attea’s exposed sex. She giggled, shaking her ass back and forth and stymieing his attempts to achieve penetration.


“You’re always fun to tease.” She joked, her voice self-satisfied as she freely poked the bear that was Ben’s sexuality. “Give you a little sight of skin and you go all horndog on m-eeeeeeek!” Ben’s sudden, invasive thrust jammed through Attea’s snark and sunk directly into her deepest place. Her back trilled and her body shuddered as she glanced back behind her, eyes going wide as Ben immediately adopted a harsh tempo to batter against her bottom.


“You should have known better, by now,” Ben said, smiling as he ran his hands across Attea’s flank. “Teasing me like that is how you got pregnant in the first place.”


“Ha!” The red-skinned Tetramand cackled, smirking at her rival’s plight, “Serves you right.”


Attea gritted her teeth, bringing her knees together and tucking her arms to steady herself. “Y-yeah… nnnh! L-laugh it up, sunburn! Ah!”


Unwilling to allow his fiery lover to gain the upper hand, Ben changed tactics. He reached forward, grabbing Attea’s wrists and pulling them behind her back, holding her firm, steady and utterly exposed to his brutal, pounding rhythm. Attea gasped, her back arching as she found herself unable to squirm away. Her head turned around, staring imploringly at Ben as he continued to thrust against her.


“You feel it?” He asked. She nodded, biting her lower lip. Looma chuckled and stepped around to Attea’s front.


“Good. Then if you’ve got time to feel his dick, you’ve got time to taste his seed.” With little preemption the well-muscled femme fatale stepped forward, taking Attea by the back of her head and jamming her face square into the nexus of Looma’s labia, planting her nose-first into her cumslick snatch. Attea coughed and spluttered, but soon was tongue-deep in the red giant’s folds, her lapping tongue only pausing every once in a while to moan into her rival’s sex.


“You ready for this?” Ben asked, nearing his limit once again. Between Attea’s clenching pussy and the sight of her eating out a heavily-pregnant Looma, it was all growing to be too much for him. Attea only managed to gasp out a half-heard Yes before Ben picked up the pace, drawing back to the brink before sliding himself home deep into her vaginal canal. At the apex of the final thrust he stayed there, planting himself as deep as he could before blowing his second load deep in her insides.


“Aaaah!” Attea cried out, her body trembling as an orgasm rocked her to her very core. Looma gasped as well, grabbing Attea with both of her lower arms even as her upper ones mauled at her own, jiggling breasts.


The three came as one, their body heats mixing together to create a temperature so unbearable that none of them could withstand it. Ben felt as if half of his lower body was vacating into Attea, with the force by which he was cumming. Attea screeched like a banshee, and Looma herself shuddered and lifted her head to the sky, staring at some unattainable pinnacle as her mind went into the stratosphere.


They only descended from their orgasmic highs after several seconds of breathless gasping, their three voices coalescing into a single sound of sexual release. Ben pulled free from Attea’s well fucked pussy and a gush of white liquid came out. Released from her lover’s grasp, Attea collapsed into a messy pile on the floor, lying on her side and softly stroking her large belly as cum pooled on the floor beneath her crotch.


“Hm…” She murmured, smiling to herself.


“Are… you two… satisfied?” Ben panted, out of breath and thoroughly fatigued by the twin assault of the randy women. Looma huffed, her four hands moving protectively about her stomach. Attea blinked a few times, glancing up to match eyes with Ben.


“No.” They said at the same time.

[El Heffe]

Family Appreciation by CptTagon

It wasn’t often that Violet and Dash agreed on something. As (smarter, wiser) older sister and (funnier, stronger) younger brother (they both thought they were the favorite child), they tended to fight over almost everything. Toppings on the pizza, what movie to go so, who got the front seat in the car, and more. There was one thing they could both agree on, though. Their parents, Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl, were both a lot better looking than either one of them.

Their mature bodies, with none of the awkwardness of a teenager. The way they carried themselves, always sure and in control of the situation. The fount of knowledge and assurance they had, always seeming to know what to do in a fight.

Violet and Dash both knew that they couldn’t begin to compare to their parents, not in any way, shape or form. Including in subtlety, as it turned out. They had thought their bellyaching session had been private enough, sitting on Violet’s bed as they groused how about how plain and unattractive they were.

Then the door opened, revealing their mom and dad. Both Violet and Dash had frozen up at that, especially since Violet still had her hands up, modeling her mother’s ass. Violet turned red, and Dash jumped up, trying to look for a way to run out of the room. But with the window shut and his parents standing in the doorway, there was no easy way out.

Violet made a startled sound, and quickly tucked her hands underneath her rear. Just like Dash, she was debating if she should turn invisible, but unless she was willing to strip naked, her clothes would still betray her. And it wasn’t as if the room was big enough for her to hide in, anyway. So, just like Dash, she realized her only choice was to stay in place. Anyway, it felt like her blush was burning bright enough to be seen even if she was invisible.

Bob and Helen were giving their kids a pair on unreadable looks. Dash and Violet fidgeted beneath their gaze, looking away and shifting in their spots on the bed. Dash decided to try and bluff it out.

“Hi Mom. Hi Dad. I was just leaving so…”

It didn’t work. As Bob and Helen stepped into the room, she reached out and grabbed Dash’s shoulder, bringing him back to the bed. All four of them sat down on it, pressed quite tightly together. Dash and Violet were both fidgeting, glancing at the floor, each other and their parents.

“Dash, Violet,” their mother said, “We couldn’t help but overhear what you were talking about. And we both want you to know that we love you, truly and deeply.”

“And we’ll love you no matter what you look like,” Bob said. “Any anyways, you’re still just kids. You will grow up to be beautiful and handsome, and have plenty of people interested in you.”

Dash rolled his eyes, slightly, before coming up with a rebuttal.

“But that will take forever! Years and years. But you guys are looking hot now.”

A smile tugged at his parent’s lips before they got their serious face back on.

“Dash…”, Helen ran a hand through her hair. “Tell you what, why don’t we all get a good look at each other, all right? You can see just how good-looking the both of you really are.”

Violet and Dash stammered and hesitated and were generally unclear. But they finally managed to agree that they would both be willing to do that.

“Good,” their dad said, in a hearty voice. “And once we’re done with that, we can move on to showing you how good your bodies really can be.”

The kids exchanged sidelong glances, but again nodded. They both took deep breaths, before going for their shirts. Violet took a minute to raise her blouse up an inch, hands moving so slow that a geological timeline would be appropriate. Dash, on the other hand, went to business with his customary speed. Which wasn’t the best choice in the small room.

“There’s more room in our bedroom,” Helen said, frowning as she was almost hit by a stray elbow.

“Yeah, let’s go there,” Bob agreed, slowly standing up so he didn’t dump Violet off his lap.

All four of them stood up and started walking. There was only a bare minimum of stumbling as they tried to coordinate four pairs of legs. With only a few bums and jostles, they arrived at the master bedroom. Helen shut the door behind them as the family paired off with each other.

Dash went over to his mother, while Violet grabbed at her dad. Both of the adults were tender with their children, gently running their hands over their bodies. Both Dash and Violet were still too inexperienced to really take the lead, so Bob and Helen started undressing them.

Soon, two teen bodies were revealed. The nervousness on their faces contrasted with the arousal of their bodies. Dash was half hard already, and Violet couldn’t decide if she wanted to cover up her stiff nipples or not.

Both Bob and Helen smiled when they saw their children’s naked, aroused bodies. They both went in for a kiss, pressing their lips against their kids. Violet and Dash both squeaked, and both kissed back. They didn’t do more than that, and just let their arms hang at their sides, even as Bob and Helen explored their bodies, teasing and fondling them. When they drew back, Dash was more than half hard, and there were faint, glimmering streaks on Violet’s inner thighs.

“There. See?” You’re both very attractive young adults,” Helen said. “In fact,” she cast a look at Dash, and the modest cock standing up straight, “I don’t think either one of you would have any troubles whatsoever. Bob?”

“I agree completely,” he said. “Violet, you already have a body any man or woman would be interested in.” Violet blushed even harder, somehow, and squeaked. “See?” Bob ran a huge hand along Violet’s breasts. She moaned and shivered. “People would be more than happy to get their hands on these.”

“Can we see you guys too?” Violet asked, trying to get the topic off of herself and onto a pair of bodies she knew had to be much more attractive.

“Sure thing, sweetie. And afterwards, we can show you how men and women can make each other feel good,” her father said, undoing his belt.

Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl started undressing, shrugging out of their clothing with practiced ease. Dash made a strangled sound as he saw his mother’s breasts, and Violet couldn’t take her eyes off of her father’s dick.

“Wow, Dad. You really are Mr. Incredible.”

Helen laughed at that, before reaching over and patting Violet on the shoulder. Bob rolled his eyes as he finished undressing.

“Do you know how many times I’ve made that joke, Vie?”

Violet blushed and looked away, as Dash had a laugh at her expense. He opened his mouth to say something, but a quelling look from both Bob and Helen shut him up. He sighed, and went back to watching his mom undress.

Soon, all four Parr’s were naked. Bob and Helen were quite comfortable in their nudity, while Dash and Violet were both blushing and trying to cover themselves with their hands. Their gazes kept on creping towards the other people in the room, before blushing even harder and yanking their eyes away.

Violet was tugged towards her dad and wrapped up in a tight hug. She squeaked, before returning it, her hands barely able to meet behind her dad’s back. Her face was turning much darker than her name, as she felt her dad’s length press against her lower belly. And it felt… not good, exactly, but intriguing. She was ready to find out more.

Bob backed up, until he was sitting on the bed and Violet was sitting on his lap. He slid his hands under Violet’s thighs and lifted her up. He slowly, carefully lowered her down until the tip of his dick was brushing against her wet folds. He looked his daughter in the eyes, a silent question passing between them.

Violet took a deep breath and nodded. Bob lowered her down, sliding into her virgin pussy. Her wet walls easily separated for him.

Violet thought her dad was going to split her apart. Her eyes rolled up in the back of her head as she struggled to deal with the feeling of his mammoth cock sliding deeper and deeper inside her. She babbled disjointed fragments of words as her tight, wet walls were steadily pressed apart.

By the time Mr. Incredible had finally hilted himself inside his daughter, she thought she was going to burst. In her fevered state, it seemed to Violet that her dad’s dick was going to start nudging against her lungs. She could barely believe it when she looked down, and didn’t see anything different. No bulge from his cock pressing against, not even any flashing lights to mark her losing her virginity.

When her dad started to pull back out of her, Violet made a strangled gurgle. Having a cock in her felt strange, no question there, but it also felt right, somehow. Like Violet needed a thick, hot shaft inside her. And then Mr. Incredible put it back inside her.

Violet’s dad obviously knew how to fuck a woman. He was going at a pretty good pace, his hands warm and firm on Violet’s hips as he thrust into her previously virgin pussy again and again. It was all rather overwhelming for Violet. Rationality fled as she got fucked, her mind and body focused only on the hot, electric pleasure inside her.

Helen quite literally reached across the room and drew her son up against her. Dash pressed his face against her breasts, which both concealed his embarrassment and pressed his face against her breasts. They were the first pair he had ever touched. And they looked nice. Not super big, but big enough, and firm and warm to the touch. Dash was sure that even if he got to touch a lot more sets of chests, he would still like his mother’s.

Of course, there was more to a woman than her chest, as Dash quickly found out. He hadn’t knowingly thrust his hips forward, but maybe his body knew what to do on its own. At any rate, Dash’s hard dick slid in between his mother’s thighs, just a fraction of an inch away from her entrance. Just that felt good. The pressure, and the heat, and the dribble of wetness from Helen’s arousal, was almost enough to make Dash lose control.

He didn’t, though, and his next thrust pushed his mother’s lower lips apart. It felt good. So very, very good. Dash’s hands tightened on his mother’s back.

Dash was discovering just how good a mature woman’s body could be. His mother’s body completely welcomed him, letting him slide into her hot, wet depths with the utmost ease. It felt so, so good, the tight folds wrapped around Dash’s dick. He started pounding into her like a madman, Helen’s body easily able to accept his energetic thrusts.

Rather embarrassingly, Dash lived up to his name. It took a bit less than a minute and a half for him to start wheezing in orgasm. Her eyes closed and his face contorted in a grimace as he thrust his hips forward, burying himself inside Elastigirl’s pussy.

Dash let out a short series of almost barks as he came, his dick twitching inside his mother. For all that it came quickly, his first non-masturbation orgasm was still quite satisfying for him. He slumped forward as he emptied himself into his mother’s pussy.

It was a strange experience, to feel his cum get pressed around his dick by his mother’s pussy. But Dash thought he liked it. In fact, there was a lot about his mother’s body that he liked. She had a good looking face, for one. And long legs, too (of course, what with her being Elastigirl, her legs could be very long indeed). And her breasts. Dash really liked her breasts. They were so soft and firm and-

His mother grabbed his hands as he explored them. He glanced up at her and winced at her stern face.

“Gently, Dash, gently,” she softly scolded. “A woman’s breasts are always sensitive. You’ve got to be careful with them.” His dad snickered at that, and Helen shot her husband a quelling look.

Dash looked back and forth between them, not getting the byplay. Then he shrugged. Right, be careful and tender. That really weren’t words to describe Dash, but he’d do his best. He started back up again, running his fingers and tongue over his mother’s breasts.

One other way Dash lived up to his name was by how quickly he got ready again. Almost before Elastigirl had a chance to catch her breath, Dash was hard again. He shot his mom an eager, hopeful look, ready to sample his mother’s pussy again.

“You’re just like Bob on our wedding night,” Helen chuckled, ruffling Dash’s hair. His scowl was more of a pout. “But I’m not as young as I was then. Why don’t you and your sister play a bit? Your father should be done soon.”

Bob laughed as he overheard them. He was lifting Violet up and down, her limbs wrapped around his back like a spider. Dash could see his sister’s face over his dad’s shoulder. She looked blissed out, brainlessly happy as Mr. Incredible lifted her on and off of his cock.

It would be an overstatement to say that Violet was thinking. Her brains were getting fucked out of her head too much for much to be going on upstairs. But she did feel, on a bone-deep level, that this had to be as good as was possible for somebody to feel.

And then her dad came inside her. Violet’s mind was instantly overwritten in white-hot letters as Mr. Incredible held his daughter firmly down on his dick, his thick shaft twitching as he pumped shot after shot of cum deep inside her teenage cunt.

Violet thrashed around, making sounds that couldn’t even begin to be called words. She came twice in the short span of time it took for her dad to cum inside her, the second right on the heels of the first. Bob lowered her to the bed, his daughter twitching and drooling as his cum flooded her pussy. They’d gotten her on birth control, to help with her periods, right? Hopefully, at least.

Bob gently pulled his daughter off his cock. There was a popping sound as his lower head slid out of her, followed by a stream of white. Picking her up, he laid her down on a chair. Stepping back, he sat back down on the bed as Dash rolled off it.

Violet’s heart was going a mile a minute. Her limbs felt like wet noodles, hanging limp at her sides. Her head rolled around on her neck like a bobble-head doll. She couldn’t even muster the energy to swat at Dash as he got closer, looking over her well-fucked body.

Dash was getting quite the good look, far more willing to examine his sister’s freshly-fucked body than his mother’s. He even reached out drag a finger along her thigh. Most of his attention was focused on Violet’s pussy. It was still flushed and parted, cum staining it and Violet’s thighs. There was a lot of cum, really. He had no idea a guy could cum so much. It actually made him feel kind of inadequate, looking at the thick white flood coming out from between his sister’s legs.

Dash’s gaze ran higher, looking at Violet’s face. She looked flushed and exhausted, but her youthful energy was already returning. She was looking at her brother, with more comprehension than she had previously shown. And her breathing was quieting down, no longer filling the room with her gasps. She would probably be ready to go again soon. And Dash thought that could be pretty hot. He still didn’t think that Violet’s body could compare to his mom’s, but she still looked pretty nice.

At the same time, Dash knew there was more to sex than just jumping on somebody you found attractive and starting to hump them. There was foreplay, for one. Violet already looked ready to go, and Dash knew he was, but it couldn’t hurt to explore her body a bit. He took a step towards Violet, hesitantly spreading his arms. Violet stared at him before matching the gesture, including the hesitancy.

Dash and Violet gingerly hugged. Most of the time when they touched each other, it was to slap each other on the shoulder or tug something out of the other’s hands. Hugs were usually kept to family portraits, where it was still only a single armed hug. Actual, full-bodied hugs were rare. And hugging each other while naked was totally unprecedented.

It still felt nice as they relaxed into each other’s arms. The two of them pressed their bodies close against each other. Very close indeed. Violet was still too out of it from her hard fucking to notice that two young, naked bodies were pressed tightly against each other. But it couldn’t escape the notice of certain parts of Dash.

It was very obvious that Dash still felt the situation was arousing. Violet blushed as she felt her little brother’s cock harden against her lower stomach. She looked around, but Bob and Helen were starting to get frisky with each other. She flushed as her mom glanced over and saw Dash starting to hump her. Helen just smiled slightly and nodded. Well, if her parents were okay with it…

Violet reached down and grabbed Dash’s cock. He started as his big sister wrapped her hand around his shaft. Dash was certainly smaller than their dad, but Violet didn’t think that was a bad thing. For one, the thought of something smaller sounded pretty good to her tingling core. Mr. Incredible little Incredible had stretched her quite enough for one day. Something that could fit in easier sounded appealing.

An insane idea entered Violet’s head. And she acted on it. She knelt down and put her brother’s cock, still slick with their mom’s arousal, into her mouth. Violet didn’t have any kind of experience giving blowjobs, and just let Dash’s cock sit there inside her mouth.

Dash didn’t mind. He didn’t have any experience getting blowjobs, so just that was still enough for him. He quickly hardened the rest of the way. Soon, Violet was gagging, trying to deal with the hard dick inside her mouth. Even if it wasn’t as big as her dad’s, it was still big, and Violet hadn’t had many things that size inside her mouth before. And when she had, she’d had bitten them into more manageable chunks. She didn’t think Dash would appreciate her doing that.

Instead, Violet just drew her head back, letting Dash’s dick slide out from between her lips. She looked at her brother’s dick from a very close angle. The idea of it going inside her was starting to seem more and more appealing. Anything going inside her sounded good, really. There was a hot, tingly emptiness in Violet’s core that she wanted to fill.

Violet glanced over at her parents. They were making out, hands running over each other and mouths pressed against each other. Well, if she wasn’t going to have Round Two with her dad, she was fine with having it with her brother.

Standing up, Violet backed up until her legs hit the bed. Dash followed her, eyes running over her body. While she did have less of everything compared to Elastigirl, she still had something. Breasts, hips, thighs, it was all on Violet. Dash felt a surge of lust run through him as he stared.

Of course, at his age, an hourglass was enough to get him aroused. Or a provocatively made snowman, or a certain shade of pink, or… Well, for a teenage boy, there was no lack of things to interest his hormones. But Violet was a much more deserving recipient of his lust than most things were.

And Violet in turn was interested in her brother’s body. Dash didn’t have anywhere near the muscle their dad had, but he was nicely trimmed and slim instead. Well, except for one part of his body, but Violet already knew about that. She licked her lips as she looked down at his cock.

Now that she thought on it some more, Violet thought that something a bit smaller than her dad would really hit the spot right about now. She leaned down to whisper in Dash’s ear.

“Come on, let’s get on the bed.”

Dash threw a glance over his shoulder and nodded. They started towards it, aggressively exploring each other’s bodies as they did so. Violet kept on coming back to Dash’s cock, running her hands over it and licking her lips in between kisses.

When they arrived at the bed, Violet hopped up onto it, quickly turning around to look at Dash. She smiled and spread her legs, an open invitation. And he accepted.

Dash climbed up onto the bed with the rest of his family. There was barely enough space for them all. Violet’s back was pressed against her dad’s, and she was forced to play footsie with her mom. If her parents got too energetic, she’d was going to get pushed off the bed. At least she had something soft to land on, since Dash would be the first one over the edge.

Dash crawled in between his sister’s legs, his hard dick waving form side to side. His eyes constantly ran over Violet’s body, though his gaze kept on coming back to the tuft of black hair in between her legs, and her modest breasts. Bragging sessions in the track team locker room had told him about something called a titjob, but he wasn’t sure what it was exactly, or how he (or maybe Violet) should do it. Maybe he’d ask his mom about it later.

But while Dash may not know how to do advanced sex acts, both he and Violet already had some hands-on experience with the most basic sexual activity around. Dash grabbed the inside of Violet’s thighs and held them apart, looking at what lay in between them. His breath caught at the sight of a fresh glimpse of his sister’s pussy. It was still decorated with Dad’s cum, though Violet’s arousal was steadily washing it away.

Dahs couldn’t wait any longer. Grabbing his dick in one hand, he thrust forward. Both of the teens moaned as brother entered sister. Dash thought Violet felt just as good as Mom. And Violet thought Dash felt just as good as Dad. Luckily, neither of them moaned out their parent’s name as they started to fuck.

Dash took the lead, raising and lowering his hips. His cock plunged in and out of Violet’s wet, tight pussy as she closed her eyes and threw her head back, knocking against her dad’s back. She didn’t notice, and wouldn’t have cared if she did. Her feet kicked at the sheets, rumpling them as she held her brother close against her. Dash had once again buried his face in his lover’s breasts, although there was a lot less to cover himself with this time.

Next to the two of them, Bob and Helen had started going at it again as well. They had rolled over so Bob could watch their kids, while Helen twisted her neck around a hundred and eighty degrees to watch as well. They knew their limits, and how very hard it was to reach them. Bob started pounding his wife with far more force than he had dared to use with his daughter.

The four of them all gave a good showing of themselves, youthful energy and mature experience both on display. Dash and Violet were both nosier than their parents, the newness of the feelings driving them to give voice to their lustful enjoyment. And they had never had to muffle themselves to avoid waking up their children.

And luckily enough, they didn’t wake up Jack-Jack. Which really was a stroke of luck, given how noisy the two of them were being. Violet had just enough self-control left to not start cursing in front of her parents. While ‘fuck’ was a very good summation of what was happening, its utterance still would not have been appreciated by either Bob or Helen. Instead, Violet just ran through a long, disjointed string of words, such as ‘good’, ‘more’, and ‘please’. None of them came even close to capturing how she felt.

Dash was even less coherent, which was quite the achievement. He just made sounds, none of which came close to words. But whatever he lost in coherence, he more than made up for in pleasure. His hips were almost blurring as he slammed into Violet’s pussy. His older sister clung to him, fingers digging into his back.

They were both in heaven, and both of them could feel their orgasm approaching. Dash could feel the churning in his balls, while Violet felt herself growing wetter and wetter. They clutched at each other, hands grabbing.

Their kisses were fumbling and unsure, though they made up for that with constant repetition. That was a fairly good summation of their activities in general. Inexperienced, but energetic. And Dash and Violet thought that was just fine. Their bodies burned with passion as Dash filled his sister’s pussy. With his dick for now, but he knew he’d be shooting his cum into her very soon.

Right next to their kids fucking, Bob and Helen were also making love. There was an important distinction, due to how familiar they were with each other, and how they were both focused on bringing each other pleasure. And because of that, they were both feeling better than Dash and Violet.

Helen was riding Bob, her hands pressed against his chest as she bounced up and down on his cock. He was holding onto her hips with one hand, while the other was busy playing with her breasts. And even after two and a half decades, they were still magnificent breasts. He had never asked, and never would, but Bob was sure Helen used her powers to help keep herself looking so trim and fit. Or maybe it was because, unlike him, she didn’t eat half a cow at every meal. One or the two. Or the three, counting good genes.

At any rate, it was wonderful for Bob to see his wife’s naked body. And it felt wonderful too. He was getting close to cumming, and grit his teeth. One of the keys to a successful marriage, he had found, was making sure that your wife came at least once, preferably before you did.

Bob ran his hand over Helen’s skin, moving past her hip and down her thigh. He smiled at the sound she made as he brushed her clit.

“Oh, Bob, right there, right there~!”

Helen trailed off into a groan as her husband played with her button. She was feeling good, and was just a few seconds from her climax. She could feel it rising inside her, beating against her body as it came to life. Her breath caught in her throat as she ground her hips from side to side, feeling Bob’s cock shift inside her.

There was nothing that could stop me from cumming now! That was the thought hat ran through all four brains at the same instant.

The bed had held up for a long time, through many vigorous sessions between Bob and Helen. But enough was enough. The groaning sounds it made as four people fucked on top of it were lost in the general noise. The first hint any of the superheroes got was when a snapping sound echoed throughout the room. It was immediately followed by the bed collapsing, the other three legs following suit.

Helen and Dash were both thrown off their partners, landing on the floor next to the ruined bed. Groans and sounds of surprise filled the room as they all tried to figure out what had just happened. Bob and Violet looked around, shook out of the lustful haze they’d been enjoying.

And with that, the festivities were over. Getting thrown around like a drunk man on a mechanical bull killed the ardor of everyone involved. Dash slowly stood up, rubbing his thigh and wincing. Helen was much more able to adapt to impacts, and just sprang up, looking fine.

They both sat on the bed, though it was now more of a mattress. Acting on a shared, unspoken thought, both Bob and Helen hugged their kids. Both Dash and Violet started, before accepting and returning the hug.

“We’re both so proud of you,” Helen said. “The way you two acted today was excellent. If you remember what we showed you, your boyfriends and girlfriends won’t have anything to complain about at all.”

“Thanks,” Violet mumbled. “It, it was… fun, learning all that stuff.”

“I’m still a bit hazy on some stuff. Could you show it to me again, Mom?” Dash sounded innocent, though he fooled absolutely no one in the room.

“Later, sweety,” Helen said, ruffling his hair again. “For now, I think it’s time we all got cleaned up. And then Dad and I have to go shopping for a new bed.”

Dash and Violet stumbled off to the shower while their parents cleaned up their bedroom. Both of the Parr children had gotten close today, and, if asked, were sure they would enjoy their newfound intimacy with each other.

They really did love their family.

[El Heffe]

Motherly Love by CptTagon


Rapunzel was idly kicking her feet together as she stared out of the window. It looked like it would be another boring day. Just like yesterday. And the day before that. And the week before that. Her life was really very boring. The only thing that was interesting was-

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!”

That. Rapunzel looked out of the window, down to the forest floor. Her mother, Gothel, stood there, looking back up at her. A wicker bag of food sat next to her.

“One minute, mother,” the teenage girl called.

Rapunzel turned around and slowly fed her hair out of the window, her golden locks cascading down to the ground, a hundred feet away. Soon, she felt the tug that meant her mother had grabbed hold of her hair. Her hair started raising itself up, and within a minute, Gothel was stepping into Rapunzel’s room.

Just like every time she saw her, Rapunzel was struck by how different she and her mother looked. Her mother had curly black hair, a wide face, blue eyes and far more of a figure than Rapunzel did. Rapunzel had green eyes, yellow hair (much longer, of course) and was much slimmer.

The two of them did their usual song and dance (quite literally, for the first part), and Rapunzel watched the years literally drop off of her mother. After Gothel was left looking as youthful as ever, she turned around to smile at Rapunzel. She ran a hand down her daughter’s cheek.

“Now, Rapunzel, it’s important that I see how well you’re growing. I wouldn’t want my little peach to grow bruised,” she said with a smile.

Rapunzel smiled and nodded, though she had no idea what her mother was talking about.

“Yes? I mean, I’ve been doing all the chores you assigned me and I think I’ve done a good job but-“ The incipient babble was cut off as Gothel laid a finger over Rapunzel’s open mouth.

“Not like that, dearest,” she said with a soft smile that still had steel underneath it. “I mean your body. Mother has to check on it, to see how you’re growing.”

That kind of made sense to Rapunzel. There had been a lot of changes to her body in the past few years, and she still wasn’t completely comfortable with all of them. In between her legs, for instance. Sometimes Rapunzel felt funny in between there, in a way she had never remembered feeling before. But still…

“Are you sure, Mother? After all, you said that-.”

Rapunzel flinched as her mother’s face darkened.

“Rapunzel,” Gothel said, laying a hand on her forehead, “I do so much for you, and now you’re going to stop me from checking up on you? Sometimes I wonder how I raised such a selfish daughter.”

Rapunzel flinched under the weight of her mother’s words. Maybe she was right. Maybe Rapunzel was being selfish in saying no to her mother. And if something was wrong with her, it wasn’t as if Rapunzel would be able to tell.

Rapunzel looked down at the floor, and to the sides as the thoughts ran through her mind. Finally, just as Gothel was opening her mouth again, she decided.

“Okay! All right, Mother.”

Gothel smiled, the expression growing across her face.

“Good girl,” she said, patting Rapunzel’s cheek. “After all, you should always remember that mother knows best.”

Rapunzel nodded, her hands wringing together. She followed her mother over to her bed, sitting down next to her. Her shoulders were hunched, and she was looking down at her blue dress.

“Oh Rapunzel, you’re so tense,” Gothel said, laying an arm over her shoulder. “Try to relax, dearest.”

Rapunzel tried, and didn’t succeed. Nervousness was churning in her gut, as her mind raced through what was about to happen. The fact that she had no idea what was about to happen made her vivid fears so much worse.

Rapunzel almost jumped out of her skin when her mother put both hands on her. Gothel waited until her adopted daughter was no longer actually shaking before starting to explore her body. It took a while, as Rapunzel breathed in and out, psyching herself up for her mother’s examination.

Rapunzel squeaked as her mother’s hands ran over her body. It felt strange, to have anyone besides herself touch her. Gothel’s hands slid over her dress, feeling Rapunzel’s young teen body. She tugged at Rapunzel, getting her to lean against her body, to give Gothel better access without having to move.

Rapunzel closed her eyes, face red as her mother’s hands pressed against her. They went all over her, though they especially seemed to focus on Rapunzel’s chest and legs. After a solid thirty seconds of fondling there, which made Rapunzel start to squirm underneath Gothel’s’ hands, she finally spoke up.

“Is everything alright, Mother,” she asked hesitantly.

“I’m just not sure, Rapunzel,” Gothel said, pursing her lips. “I’ll need to do a closer examination. Take off your dress, please.”

“My dress?!” Rapunzel squeaked. She had never worn less that a full outfit around her mother since she was old enough to bathe on her own. “Are, are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, Rapunzel!” Gothel cried dramatically. “I absolutely must see your body without anything covering it up.”

Rapunzel fidgeted, but already knew she was going to obey. Sighing, she shrugged out of her dress, neatly folding the blue garment and laying it over a chair. She turned around to face her mother. Goosebumps were forming, even though it was a warm summer day. Rapunzel tried to cover up every inch of her body with her hands, and couldn’t bring herself to look her mother in the eyes.

“Your underwear too, dear.”

Rapunzel hesitated for a while longer on this one, but finally moved to completely undress. She moved jerkily, fingers fumbling with her underwear as she gradually bared herself. This time, she let her underthings just drop to the floor, instead of neatly folding them.

A smile flickered across Gothel’s face before she motioned with her hand. “Come back and sit on Mother’s lap, Rapunzel.”

Rapunzel blushed, again. But she did so, feeling the fabric of her mother’s dress underneath her legs. Gothel’s arms closed around her like a spider, tugging her close against the older woman’s body.

Gothel’s hands started running over the teenager’s body, starting with Rapunzel’s chest. Rapunzel squeaked as warm hands caressed and pinched her breasts. It hurt, a bit, but there was something else there, something underneath the surface impression of minor pain. It felt kind of like the funny ache Rapunzel sometimes felt in her lower stomach.

Rapunzel let out a sound that was halfway between a moan and a groan. There was a growing restlessness in her body, something that made her want to stand up and move around. And that funny ache was back, too. It wasn’t very strong, not yet, but it was there. Was it connected with what Rapunzel’s mother was doing? She thought it had to be, even if she didn’t see the connection.

“Hm,” Gothel hummed, running her hands over Rapunzel’s chest. “Your breasts are a bit small. Still, you are only seventeen, so you have a few more years to grow, though you’ve already had most of the time you’re going to get.”

Rapunzel squirmed, both from her mother’s hands running over her body and her dissection of Rapunzel’s shortcomings.

“Is, is there any way you can help them grow, Mother?” She wasn’t sure exactly what the benefit of bigger breasts were, but, as a dutiful daughter, if her mother wanted them bigger, she should try to do so.

“Hhmm,” Gothel hummed in thought, her fingers idly going in circles around Rapunzel’s nipples. “There might be. I would have to give massages to your breasts every time I visit. But it might work. And if I do this, Rapunzel,” a warning note entered her voice, “I don’t want to hear any complaining from you about it, understand? I’ll be doing you a favor, using a lot of ingredients that are hard to find. I don’t want to listen to any whining about how you feel.”

“Yes Mother,” Rapunzel said submissively. That was justified, at least. Rapunzel knew she could be disobedient and ungrateful, considering everything her mother did for her. She’d try not to complain whenever Mother did… whatever it was exactly she was going to do.

“Good girl,” Gothel said, patting her cheek.

Rapunzel noticed that her nipples were very stiff. They had never done that before, unless she was taking a cold bath. Why were they hard now? The question of why was driven out of her mind when Gothel ran her fingers over them. Rapunzel squealed as a bolt of… feeling shot straight to her spine. It really wasn’t like anything she had felt before. When that aching sensation between her legs had appeared before, she had just done her best to ignore it, to try and absorb herself in cleaning or something until it went away.

Finally, Gothel stopped playing with her daughter’s breasts. Her hands started down her stomach, examining her belly. Rapunzel squirmed, trying not to giggle. She was very ticklish, and her mother’s movements were very light.

“A bit of pudge here, dear. Do try to get more exercise. Wouldn’t want you to bloat up into an ugly pig, after all!”

Rapunzel didn’t think she was fat. Or even plump. Her stomach was flat, or at least it had always seemed flat to her. But was it? What if her mother could see (or feel) something she couldn’t?

“It’s a bit hard to move around in here, Mother,” Rapunzel said, trying to defend herself, feeling guilty.

“Nonsense! There’s the stairs right over there,” Gothel waved one hand, indicating them, while the other continued to stroke Rapunzel’s belly. “A few dozen climbs each day, and you’ll be as fit as a fiddle.”

Rapunzel sighed quietly, but gave in. She almost always did. She heard her mother make the small puff she did when she was satisfied she had won the argument.

The tension keeping Rapunzel’s shoulders stiff had mostly died down, as she got accustomed to her mother’s hands on her. It returned when those hands went to her thighs. Something about the touch of another person there made Rapunzel want to squirm away.

“There, there, darling,” Gothel murmured into Rapunzel’s ear. “Just let Mommy handle this.”

Rapunzel bit down on her own finger as her mother’s hands wandered over her thighs. Even as they covered every inch, they steadily wound upwards, until they brushing the point where Rapunzel’s body ended and her legs began. The tingling sensations were steadily growing and growing as Gothel wound her way up.

Then Gothel moved her hands to be in between Rapunzel’s legs. The teen stiffened in her mother’s embrace as something utterly unlike anything she had ever felt before washed over her. Gothel was running two fingers over Rapunzel’s slit, while her arms held her firmly in place.

Rapunzel had no idea how she could be so wet down there. Or how she could feel so good. It was like hot electricity, making her tighten up as she tried to put into words how it felt to have her mother touch her.

And then Gothel actually slid a finger into Rapunzel. The girl made a keening sound as, for the very first time, something entered her. It felt so, so strange. And good. It felt very good, too.

Rapunzel’s legs kicked against Gothel’s legs and the side of her bed as her mother slid a finger deeper and deeper inside her. The finger stopped when half of the second knuckle had slid inside her. Rapunzel could feel her mother pressing against something.

“Good girl. You still have your hymen. Remember, this is a very precious thing of yours. It’s proof that you’re a good girl. And the world outside is full of evil men who would want nothing more than to take it from you.”

Rapunzel shivered, remembering all the horrible things her mother had told her about what was waiting for her just outside the tower walls. She knew she should be more grateful than she was that her mother did so much to protect her all those dangers.

Rapunzel’s mother kept on lightly prodding at her hymen, and Rapunzel winced. There was the faintest, barely detectable hint of discomfort as her mother felt out her hymen. The thought of some man ripping it into little shreds was horrifying to her, and at that moment, Rapunzel never wanted to leave her tower.

Gothel’s finger slipped deeper into Rapunzel, sliding past her partial hymen. Rapunzel jumped, as her mother’s finger sank into her as deep as it could go. She stared down in shock, seeing an entire finger buried inside her. She couldn’t believe that something like that could fit inside her.

“This is looking very good indeed, Rapunzel,” Gothel said, a warm note entering her voice. “You’re nice and tight, just the way a girl should be.”

Rapunzel nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her mother’s finger was feeling good, really good. And she wasn’t even moving it. Gothel was just holding it still inside her, letting Rapunzel’s walls clench down around it, squeezing down and trying to milk it.

Gothel’s other hand slid up Rapunzel’s belly, returning to her breast. Rapunzel’s nipples were stiff and hard, standing out from her breasts quite prominently. That made it very easy for Gothel to grab one, lightly pinching it in between two fingers. Rapunzel felt that quite strongly.

Quite strongly. It was a stronger sensation than anything Rapunzel had ever felt before, like a lightening rod had been connected straight to her chest. That, combined with the finger inside her core was all just far too much for Rapunzel. She could feel pleasure, sharper than anything she had ever known before, rising up inside of her, filling her with a wonderful new sensation.

“Mother! Oh, Mother!”

Rapunzel thrashed around in her mother’s arms as the feelings inside her reached a tipping point. It felt like her entire body was convulsing as the pleasure peaked. Her head knocked against Gothel’s shoulder as her core tightened down around her mother’s fingers. Rapunzel’s thighs lifted off from Gothel’s lap, before she fell down heavily, panting and shaking.

Rapunzel slumped in Gothel’s arms, eyes half-closed. That, that was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She could never have imagined she could feel this good.

But it wasn’t over yet. Gothel stood up, making Rapunzel stand up as well. Blearily blinking, she went along with her mother as the older woman walked towards the open window. Gothel kept her arms wrapped around Rapunzel, making sure she couldn’t slip out of her grasp.

Rapunzel stared out the window, looking out over the summer forest. There was nothing but trees in sight, an endless see of green. She shivered, remembering all the things her mother had told her were waiting for her out there.

“My sweet Rapunzel,” Gothel whispered into her ear, “the world out there can never, would never make you feel as good as I do. They would just use you up and throw you aside.” Her hands started wandering over Rapunzel’s body again, running over quivering muscle and sweat-slick skin. “You must always stay here, where I can protect you.”

One hand returned to Rapunzel’s crotch, softly running over her flushed, weeping lips. Rapunzel shivered, feeling a quiver of sensation run through her sensitive body. Then she shivered again as a gust of wind from outside swept over her. It felt funny, running over her body.

Gothel slid a finger back into Rapunzel’s slit. She started slowly pumping in and out as the two of them looked out of the window. She pulled Rapunzel’s hair to one side, and kissed her neck.

“Rapunzel?”

“Yes, mother?” Rapunzel had her eyes closed, and her voice was soft.

“Promise mother that you’ll never leave here.”

Rapunzel opened her mouth to say- not even she was sure what. Whatever it would have been was cut off as Gothel inserted a second finger into her. The thought of anything else was driven out of her mind.

“Oh! Yes, yes, I will!”

“Good girl,” Gothel purred, speeding up her strokes.

Rapunzel was quickly reduced to a moaning, quivering mess, only held upright by her mother’s arms. One of Gothel’s hands was busy, sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy. Her other hand was up at Rapunzel’s breast, massaging it and lavishing attention to Rapunzel’s nipples.

As Gothel ran her hands over Rapunzel’s body, she whispered into Rapunzel’s ear.

“Always remember, sweetheart. Mother is the only one who can, the only one who should ever do this. Any one else who tries to touch you is an evil, evil person who just wants to hurt you.”

Rapunzel didn’t consciously listen to her mother, too absorbed in what was happening to her. Her hips were bucking forward, trying to pull the two fingers deeper inside her. Arousal was falling out from her lower lips and landing on the floor, splattering on the stones underneath her.

And then Gothel spread her fingers. Rapunzel made a sound so high-pitched that only dogs could fully hear it. Her limbs thrashed against everything; the wall, the floor, her mother, as she tried to deal with the overwhelming feeling inside her. She felt the pleasure inside her rise and rise, until it seemed that either she or it had to break. And right as she was about to find out-

Her mother withdrew her fingers completely. Rapunzel sagged in her arms, almost sobbing as the blissful pleasure left. She turned her head to look imploringly at her mother, desperately wanting to feel it again.

Gothel looked back at her. Her deep eyes captured Rapunzel. She stared into her mother’s eyes, seeing her own reflection in them.

“Rapunzel, I want a solemn promise that you won’t leave your home.”

That was a hard promise to make. Rapunzel wanted to see those birthday lanterns so, so badly. But did she want it bad enough to disobey her mother? Her mother who did so much, who gave so much so that Rapunzel could be happy? In the end, it was the aching, burning need in her lower belly that made the decision for Rapunzel.

“If, if I do will you keep on touching me?” Rapunzel asked timidly.

Gothel sighed and rolled her eyes before looking back at Rapunzel.

“Why did I have such a willful daughter? But, yes, Rapunzel. If you do that, I’ll make you feel even better than you did before.”

In the end, that meant it really wasn’t a choice. Rapunzel wanted to feel… whatever that was called again, and she was willing to agree to almost anything for it to happen. Even promising she wouldn’t leave the tower.

“Yes Mother. I promise.”

“Good girl,” Gothel said, stroking Rapunzel’s hair. Her fingers started moving across Rapunzel’s body again, coaxing out moans and sighs from her daughter.

Gothel slid her fingers back into Rapunzel, being sure not to break her hymen. It required some careful maneuvering, but she did it. Rapunzel didn’t recognize the skill it took to do that. All she knew was that her mother’s fingers were making her feel better than she could have ever imagined.

Rapunzel clutched the window sill, leaning forward until she was almost bent over it. Her eyes were screwed closed as she panted, in great, billowing breaths. Her mother kept going, rubbing her breasts with one hand and sliding in and out of her slit with the other.

And Gothel did more than that. She brushed a finger along Rapunzel’s clitoris, coaxing the sensitive nub of flesh out from underneath it’s hood. Rapunzel responded most appreciatively to that, stiffening in Gothel’s arms as an even more intense sensation shot through her.

A ragged moan was torn out of Rapunzel’s throat as her mind was overwritten with white. She didn’t know what her mother was doing, but it felt indescribably good. It felt like her entire body was melting as Gothel lightly played with that point. Her arousal flowed out of her at an ever greater rate than before, running down her thighs and making a mess of the floor.

Rapunzel’s orgasm came swiftly. She pushed her hips backwards, rubbing against her mother’s red dress as she moaned lustily. She fell forward enough her breasts were pressed against the windowsill, trapping Gothel’s hand in between them.

Rapunzel was unaware of all of this. All she could think of was how good she felt, how the waves of pleasure roiling around inside her were better than anything she had ever experienced. There was nothing left in her mind but bliss, of an orgasm that had well and truly satisfied her.

Rapunzel became aware of the world again as her mother dragged her back inside the tower. Gothel picked her up, displaying far more strength than a woman of her build should have, and carried her back to Rapunzel’s bed. She sat her daughter down in it, though not before sliding a rag underneath Rapunzel’s thighs to soak up and arousal.

Rapunzel didn’t move much during all of this. Her chest rose and fell as she stared at the ceiling, slowly coming down from her high. Gothel stayed with her, slowly stroking her long, blonde hair and looking down at her. Finally, Rapunzel stirred, craning her head to look at Gothel.

“Mother?” Rapunzel asked, hesitantly.

“Yes, dear?”

“Is it okay if I do…” Rapunzel didn’t know the words to describe what had happened. “…that, by myself?”

“Oh no, Rapunzel, you shouldn’t,” Gothel said hastily. “You could injure yourself, and I couldn’t bear the thought,” she clasped a hand to her breast, “of something happening to my only child. You must only do such things when I’m here, so I can make sure you stay safe.”

Rapunzel nodded, feeling dejected. She could see the sense of it, but her mother visited so rarely. The idea of feeling those tingles again was already growing more attractive, and she would have to wait who knew how long once her mother left before she could do it again.

That thought spurred another. Rapunzel knew what she looked like, obviously. But what did her mother look like. Rapunzel knew her mother was more beautiful than her. After all, she often said so. But what did that mean, exactly?

“Mother?”

“Yes? What is it, Rapunzel?”

“Could you…” Rapunzel trailed off to a halt, embarrassed at what she was about to ask. “Could you take off your clothes, too?”

Gothel stared down at her for a long while, her face unreadable. Just as Rapunzel was starting to squirm in nervousness, she smiled.

“Of course, Rapunzel. You should get the chance to see what a real woman looks like. I’m sure you’ll be impressed.” Rapunzel decided she better at least that she was, in the interest of domestic harmony.

Gothel stood up and took a few steps away from the bed. She turned around to face Rapunzel, a pleased smile on her lips. She ran her hands up and down her body while looking at her daughter.

“Now watch carefully, dearest. Mumsy is only going to do this once.”

Rapunzel nodded, closely watching her mother. Gothel was preening, enjoying being the center of attention. She leaned down to grab the hem of her floor-length dress and lifted it up, revealing her long, bare legs underneath it. She pulled it off of herself entirely, revealing her body to her daughter’s eyes.

Gothel tossed the dress onto the bed, the red garment landing right next to Rapunzel. As always, Rapunzel wondered where her mother got her clothing. It didn’t look anything like what was in the pictures of the books she gave Rapunzel, except for the one history book, where the ladies of the court were wearing something similar.

The book had been silent on what they wore underneath their clothing, and Rapunzel only now got an answer. Her mother wore modern underwear, or so Rapunzel assumed, since it was the same as her own. A blush formed on her cheeks as she stared at Gothel’s half-naked body.

Rapunzel was forced to compare her underdeveloped body to her mother’s mature beauty, and realized there was no real comparison. Gothel was so, so much beautiful than her, with a lush, full figure that welcomed the eyes.

Her breasts stood out from her chest, pressing against the cloth keeping them in place. Rapunzel blushed, remembering that she had once pressed her face against them, drinking deeply of her mother’s milk. She didn’t have any actual memories of it, but she was sure it had to have happened. And they looked like they could store a lot of milk. Gothel’s breasts were easily twice the size of Rapunzel’s own, and were certainly the picture of what it meant to be a woman.

Gothel shifted her stance, emphasizing her long, pale thighs. They were without blemish, smooth and soft. Rapunzel’s eyes ran up them, but homed in on what lay between her hips. Rapunzel couldn’t see it, since it was covered by an undergarment, but she knew it had to be there.

Rapunzel shifted on her bed. Gothel playing with her there had felt so good. Would it feel just as good for her mother if Rapunzel was allowed to do the same? Rapunzel hoped that it would and that she would be allowed to do so. Her mother gave her so much, after all. Doing something in return was the least Rapunzel could do in thanks.

Rapunzel felt quite inadequate. There was no way her body could compare to her mother’s. But if her mother would just let her pay close attention to her, that would help ease the shame Rapunzel felt for looking so plain and dowdy next to her.

Rapunzel worked up the courage to ask as her mother kept on disrobing. Her naked body was even better than Rapunzel could have imagined. There was one odd thing, though. Where Rapunzel had a mass of untrimmed hair between her legs, her mother was shaved smooth. Rapunzel didn’t know what to think of that. Was it just a difference between women’s bodies, like eye color? Did the hair come when a girl hit puberty, and leave as she got older? It was a mystery to Rapunzel.

But only a minor mystery. Most of Rapunzel’s attention was focused on the rest of Gothel’s body. Gothel enjoyed the attention, turning around so her daughter could see all of her. When she faced away from Rapunzel, she twitched her hips from side to side, emphasizing her rear.

Rapunzel had never really thought about her butt before. It was just something that was there, like her nose or her fingers. But now she thought it was bony and inadequate compared the vision of perfection that was revealed to her. She wanted to reach out and grab it. The desire was so strong Rapunzel’s hands actually rose off the bed before sanity reasserted itself.

Gothel turned back to face Rapunzel, looking like the cat that ate the canary. She strode over to her daughter, hips swinging as she went. She stopped a few feet away from her, basking in the awed delight Rapunzel was displaying.

“Well, sweet? What do you think of Mother now?”

Rapunzel’s mouth was dry, and it took her a few tries before she could say anything. Instead, she eagerly nodded her head, running her eyes over her mother’s lush, beautiful form. Gothel clucked, and put a finger under Rapunzel’s chin, lifting her head up.

“Don’t mumble, Rapunzel! If you want to say something, say it clearly.”

“Yes, I love your body, Mother!” Rapunzel spoke a bit loudly, her words filling the tower with brief echoes. But it was worth it to see the smile of happiness on her mother’s face.

“Good girl,” Gothel said, patting Rapunzel’s cheek. “Do you want to have a closer examination of it?”

Rapunzel nodded. She wasn’t sure what exactly her mother was about to do, but she could guess. Getting to touch her body the same way she had touched Rapunzel’s was the obvious one. Though Rapunzel would also be up for nursing at her breasts, just like she had done all those years ago.

Gothel climbed onto the bed with her, pushing Rapunzel to the sheets. She straddled her daughter’s body, hovering above her lower stomach. She smirked down at Rapunzel as she grabbed her hands, bringing them up to rest against her mounds. Rapunzel didn’t need to be told to start massaging them, gently rubbing her mother’s breasts as she avidly looked her over.

Gothel’s nipples were particularly fascinating to Rapunzel. She loved the feel of them in between her fingers, the duality of them being soft yet firm. She kept on playing with them, trusting her mother to stop her if she did anything wrong.

Rapunzel felt something cool land on her stomach. Looking down, she saw another drop fall from her mother and land on her skin. A smile crept across Rapunzel’s face. It was deeply, deeply satisfying to know that she was making her mother feel as good as she was.

An hour later, Rapunzel was half asleep, curled up in her mother’s arms. She was feeling deeply satisfied, and not just on a physical level. That she had made her mother feel so good, so many times filled her heart with happiness. The look on her face as she cried out her daughter’s name… Rapunzel would never forget it.

Rapunzel doubted that any visit from her mother would ever again be this good. Even if they did this sort of thing every time she visited, it would never be quite as special as the very first time. There was a faint tinge of melancholy at that, but Rapunzel accepted it. She’d have to move on, and enjoy her mother’s gifts as they came.

Rapunzel loved her mother.

[El Heffe]

Dexter Charming's Lucky Day by ChaosTranquility

It was a sunny, peaceful day at Ever After High. Tiny the giant stomped around the halls. The three little pigs’ sons squealed and fought with each other. Dexter Charming was up to his light stalking again. He pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose as he peered at a dark-haired girl from behind a corner. His heart thumped as he imagined a more confident form of himself strutting up to her and just asking her to be his girlfriend. Alas, poor Dexter believed he had none of the charm that his older brother, Daring Charming, had. Daring was getting girls left and right with just a smile while Dexter was forced to stare from far away.
Come on Dexter. You can do it. Just go up and talk to her. It’s not that hard. He tried to swallow cowardice, but found it stuck fast in his throat. If you don’t ask her out this year at least once, you’ll never get the chance. He was keenly aware that it was their senior year, and that they would be going their separate ways after. You have to make your own destiny, right...? He took a breath, and stepped out, right into the path of another student. THUMP.
“Hey, watch where you’re going!” The girl yelled, her books spilling on the floor, making a loud crash that drew the attention of all in the vicinity – including Raven Queen, the object of his affections.
“Sorry, sorry!” Dexter put up his hands defensively as he helped the girl pick up her things, his face burning red.
“Be more careful next time!” The girl said with a huff as she stormed off, her thick heels clacking loudly on the floor.
There’s no way she didn’t see that… Dexter thought mournfully as he retreated, letting out a huge sigh as he did. He leaned against the wall as he wondered if he had any chance of regaining his cool after that disaster. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he failed to notice that the object of his affections was heading right his way.
“Dexter!” Raven’s voice pulled him out of his mini trance. “Are you okay? That looked like quite a hit.” She laughed, a charming sound that had Dexter’s heart to skip a thump.
Dexter’s mesmerizingly blue eyes widened in surprise as he fumbled with the books in his hand, just managing to catch them in time before books tumbled to the floor for the second time that day. “H-Hi Raven. You saw that huh…” He winced at his earlier embarrassment. “I’m okay, thanks. What’s up?”
Raven thought that he looked quite adorable when flustered. She couldn’t resist teasing him. “Are you free later?” She asked, with what she considered an alluring smile.
“U-Uh, yeah!” Dexter managed. “For what?” His mind was racing. Could it be a date? Did she like him? Did she want to work on homework together? There were so many possibilities it made his head spin.
“Why don’t you come by my room? Say… about nine?” Raven said cryptically, the look on her face full of mystery and seduction. She watched his expression change into bewilderment.
“Are you having a party?” Dexter asked, still unsure why such a beautiful girl would ask him to come to her room so late at night, on a Friday no less. He certainly wasn’t about to say no though. “Should I bring some dip? Or some chips?”
Raven let out a small laugh. “No… There’s no need for that. Just come by. You’ll see.” She winked and stalked away, her close friend Madeline by her side.
Dexter let his head hit the wall as he blew out a gust of air. “Phew…” He put his hand on his chest and felt his heart thumping away. No matter how nervous he was, there was one thing for certain: he was looking damn forward to tonight.

“Wait, wait, wait, Raven, what’s the plan?” Apple White, having just returned from her classes, was feeling a little overwhelmed when Raven unloaded her idea onto her in their shared room. Raven’s eyes were alight with excitement, not something that happened too often.
Raven sat back. “Well, think about it. It’s Friday night. What do we always do Friday night?”
Apple blushed. “We have some fun...” She set her books down on the table and went over to the window, where two adorable blue birds came chirping in. They landed on Apple’s finger, and she gave them small kisses. “But you invited Dexter? What for?”
“Yup, I did. Don’t worry about it, it will still be about you and I. He’ll just… let’s say watch. You know that Dexter’s had a crush on me for…”
“About forever,” Apple finished with a giggle.
“Exactly. So, why not? Consider it a senior gift to him of some sorts.”
“Okay,” Apple said. “Let’s do it.”

The girls worked on their projects until night fell. Their weekly trysts usually began around seven thirty, or whenever the ladies grew tired of their homework (which was usually sooner rather than later). It was the start of the weekend; nobody really wanted to be spending their time doing such boring activities.
“Apple, are you finished your assignment yet?” Raven asked, having been watching Apple make faces at her desk for the last ten minutes.
“Not even close! Fairy Math is way too hard. Why do fairies need to do math anyways?” Apple frowned down at the parchment in front of her, blonde curls falling down in front of her, obscuring her vision. The birds from earlier chirped around her head, as if giving her encouragement.
Raven pushed back from her dark throne-like chair (courtesy of Apple’s designer skills) and walked over to Apple. She stuck her head beside the fair girl’s, so she could examine the work. Their soft cheeks touched. “Well, I see what you’re doing wrong here… You need to carry the sparkle, and add the twinkle.”
“Ohhh!” Apple lit up. “I get it now. Thank you!” She turned, and planted a kiss onto Raven’s cheek.
Raven responded in kind. She dipped her mouth down and found the tenderness of Apple’s neck. Her dark lips sucked, pulling in the creamy skin as a small noise of pleasure escaped Apple’s mouth. Her fingers crept up Apple’s bodice, up the red fabric that covered her slim waist to her shoulders. She pulled down the puffy white sides, revealing the nude.
“Can I finish this equa—ahh—tion?” Apple attempted to say, but was so rudely interrupted by Raven’s hand plunging into her top to fondle her breast.
“No.” Raven kissed the blonde’s sculpted shoulder as she groped, squeezing the bouncing flesh within her petite fingers. She found the pink nipple, already taut against her touch. She pinched, much harder than she would have regularly to give Apple a small shock.
“Ah!” Apple gasped, a reluctant smile blossoming on her lips. “Fine, fine. Let’s go to the bed."
Raven’s touch grew more insistent. Her mouth moved to Apple’s ear, lightly nibbling to make the girl blush. “How about we stay here for a little while?” The heat enveloped the ear as Apple shivered, prompting her to turn her head to try to look at her captor.
Having counted on that, Raven took advantage of the situation and the dark lips met with red. A tongue slipped between the parted mouths and swirled, mingling saliva and arousal between the two fevered bodies. Apple could feel her panties dampening, and she wished that Raven would let them get on her big, comfy bed so that clothes could be shed and clits would be touched. But Raven loved her dominatrix act too much.
Well, if Raven wasn’t going to do it, then she would just take care of herself. Apple, too aroused to wait, slowly shifted her hand downwards, making sure that the movement was slow enough to escape the notice of her dark-haired lover. She hoped the tango of tongues was enough to distract her. Apple managed to make it underneath her royal gold and red skirt. Just as she was about to touch…
Without a word, Raven lifted a hand and sparkles flew out, instantly freezing Apple’s arm in its tracks. She continued to massage the nipple between her fingers, now sucking on Apple’s fervent tongue. “Patience, Apple.”
“I thought you said we should decide our own destinies,” Apple said with a pout. “I want to cum.”
“I thought you were a Royal,” Raven shot back.
With nothing left to say, Apple had to succumb to Raven’s touch. “But fine,” Raven said, recognizing Apple’s desperate need for something more. “We can move to the bed.”
“Yay!” Apple would have clapped for joy if she could move her arm. So, they shifted, walking to the bed. With a simple wave of her hand, Raven’s clothes disappeared into nothingness. It was quite a handy trick to have indeed.
Apple fell, back first, onto the bed. She pushed backwards to give Raven some room, wanting to do some touching of her own. “A little help here?” She indicated to her arm.
“Oh, right.” A swish, and Apple regained full use. That is, until Raven pinned both her arms above her head and replaced the magic spell.
“Raven!” Apple’s bottom lip quivered. “Really?”
“Yup.” Raven waved her hand over Apple’s dress, and to oblivion it went, leaving the slender girl in nothing. Raven was amused to see just how soaked Apple had gotten from the titillation. “You’re so wet, Apple… Just for me?”
Apple blushed a pretty pink. “Who else?”
Raven dipped a finger into the moist nectar and lifted it to her lips. She ran her tongue all along her finger, sampling the tastiness that was Apple. “I don’t think that’s enough of a taste…” Raven murmured as she knelt, the softness of the bed giving way beneath her. As she drew close to the sex, she smelled that appetizing scent of Apple.
The first lick was always the best. Apple’s body bucked when she felt the touch of tongue lap at her hungry clit. “Ohhh…” Apple gasped, her muscles contracting involuntarily as her toes pointed. “That feels…” She couldn’t even say the words as another moan erupted through her.
“Amazing? Perfect?” Raven supplemented as she teased the pussy, just letting the pad of her finger push into the wetness. “I know.” She pushed in more, feeling Apple’s walls contract around the slender digit. A second finger went inside to join the first, curling against spongey flesh.
“Clit…” Apple said, her voice filled with desperate need.
“Okay.” Raven let her thumb just brush against the nub. Instantly, Apple rewarded her with gooey moans and a thrusting of her hips. Raven smiled, enjoying the way her partner reacted so deliciously to the slightest touch. It only made her want to tease the poor girl more, but perhaps that would be cruel.
Raven dipped her face and her tongue met Apple’s clit. She began to swirl, massaging the flesh with precision. This was a move they had practiced many times before, and she knew how to get Apple to cum within minutes. Apple had been a good girl today, agreeing to the tryst with Dexter, so she would get rewarded.
“Ohhh…” Apple’s breath hitched as her head rolled back, pushing her chest forward as she fell deeper into the plush pillows behind her. She was still holding back, afraid that her dormmates would hear, but her inhibitions would fall the more aroused she became. And she was getting pretty close…
Raven felt Apple’s pussy walls clench her, squeezing her fingers so tightly as slurping noises joined the noises of ecstasy. She sucked on the clit, lapping at it as Apple’s thrusting grew in desperation. She was gripping the bedsheets in her tiny hands, perfectly red nails shoving into the bouncy mattress. “Oh Raven!”
With a sudden yell, Apple hit her first climax of the night. “That’s it… Cum right into my mouth!” Raven commanded, her tongue never ceasing its movement as it licked, licked, licked Apple into a frenzy of pleasure.
“Yessss!”

Dexter stood outside the door to Raven and Apple’s room, staring at the little plaque with their names on it. It was utterly familiar to him; he had paced many a time past it, wanting to ask Raven out. Once she’d almost caught him, and he had to pretend he was looking for someone else, whose name he had forgotten in the meantime… It was a memory he tried to suppress.
He took a deep breath, steadying himself as he prepared to knock. Okay Dexter. Let’s play this cool. He raised his hand, and just as he was about to make contact, he heard Apple’s voice.
“Yessss!”
His brow furrowed. Had he really just heard what he thought he did? The noise was undeniably sexual, and it had come from the room he had been invited to. His heart now sped into a gallop. Was he prepared for what he would find inside? Probably not. But he couldn’t wait any longer.
He rapped three times on the door. He held his breath. Three seconds later, the door slid smoothly open. Dexter painted a smile on his face, expecting to see Raven, but he only managed to get out a mangled “h—” before realizing that there was nobody there. Hesitantly, he stepped inside, and his jaw basically dropped to the floor.
Raven was straddling Apple on the ground, grinding their naked pussies together as her breasts bounced.
“U-Uh… I can come back…?” He said, but his body screamed for him to stay. His shock was giving way to arousal, and his erection was beginning to sprout in his pants.
“Why would you do that?” Raven waved a hand, and the door slammed behind him.
Dexter gulped.
“Come here.” Raven beckoned him closer, noticing that his eyes never left her bare breasts. “Watch for a little while first.” She grinned as she lifted her hand again. The sparks that emitted cleared to reveal several toys of multiple colors, pink, purple, blue. Raven examined them. “Which one should we use first?” She murmured.
She settled upon a deep cobalt blue, double ended toy, one she knew Apple was quite fond of. Pushing herself away from Apple, Raven examined just how wet they both were. “Perfect.” She pushed the plastic cock against Apple’s sex, lubricating it with her cum juice.
Dexter watched, resisting the urge to masturbate, a rather difficult challenge for the poor fellow. His dick was harder than it had ever been in his life.
“Scream for me,” Raven said as she plunged the tip of the cock inside. Apple let out a cry of mirth, of pure bliss as she felt the thickness enter her, fill her so deliciously. Raven pulled out just a bit before she thrust it in again, deeper this time. It was getting slippery, easier to maneuver. Raven could barely wait before she impaled herself. Involuntarily, a delighted groan escaped her lips. Dexter bit his finger as he struggled against his carnal desire.
“Are you enjoying the show, Dexter?” Raven called as she grinded on the toy, moving further and further in. She could feel Apple’s heat pressing against her, and the weight of Dexter’s eyes following her every move.
“Y-Yes!” Dexter was brought back from his trance by her question.
Raven let out a few more noises as she tugged Apple towards her. They met in the middle, clits barely touching as they thrust against the dildo. The usual pleasure was magnified by the act they had an audience. “I know you’ve had a crush on me for a while now, Dexter.”
“You do?!” Bewilderment was on his face, then embarrassment.
“Of course. You didn’t hide it very well…” Raven teased, reaching out to grope Apple’s boob. The squishy flesh responded gleefully to the touch. “I bet you want to fuck me, don’t you?”
“Yes…” Dexter stepped closer unconsciously, wanting to see more, take in more of this moment that was so magical it felt like a dream. “I really do.”
Raven didn’t respond, merely continued to fuck the toy. Her body shuddered and trembled, orgasm spiking dangerously through her body. She wanted Dexter to see this, to relish in what she would never let him have. She was a vixen, her chest shuddering and pushing as sweat beaded down her skin.
“Ohhh!” Raven cried as the dildo hit a sweet spot inside her. Her fingers came down to frantically rub at her clit to send herself over. Her pussy juice poured onto the toy, rendering it slick and slimy. She kept it inside her as her body throbbed, relishing in the aftershocks of the climax.
After a minute of recovery, Raven turned her attention to Apple. “Are you ready to be fucked?” She asked, choosing the next toy on the docket. She extracted the first from her body, placing it gingerly on the bed sheets. This next strap-on was a special one. Not only could the toy penetrate Apple, but its wearer as well.
“Dexter. Come here.” Raven beckoned as she pushed onto her knees, fastening the harness around her thin waist.
“Okay.”
“Lie down on your back, and put your head towards me.” Raven took note of the huge erection in Dexter’s pants with amusement.
He nodded, and obeyed. As they had planned, Apple went on all fours on top of him, her ass and Dexter’s head both facing Raven. She smiled, and a devilish twinkle was in her eye as she enacted her freezing magic. Dexter found himself unable to move an inch, though he remained conscious!
“Sorry Dexter. You’ll never be able to fuck me!” Raven took hold of her power and ran with it. She spread Apple’s ass cheeks wide as she traced a finger around the rim. “My ass is something you won’t ever get.” She felt the dildo move in her as she moved to thrust and she didn’t bother to suppress a moan.
“Ungh!” She pushed the tip of the cock inside. “You can dream about it all you want Dexter, but you’ll never get it.”
Apple’s tight ass squeezed the shaft. She bucked under Raven’s touch, squirming and wiggling with pure pleasure. Underneath them, Dexter watched the dildo penetrate. He longed to be the one giving it to Raven, damn it, but he couldn’t even lift his pinky finger. He was so aroused it hurt, but she was giving him no satisfaction at all.
“Aaah…” Apple mewed as the dildo sank deeper into her ass. Raven knew the perfect pace to set to drive Apple wild. She loved the way the thickness filled her, the way the huge length stretched her out until she was positively groaning with happiness. But most of all, she liked the way Raven took control of her body.
“But it’s not just my ass, Dexter,” Raven said, calling him back to attention. “You’re never going to get my pussy either.” She held back a snicker, thinking it too cruel. But she did let out a feminine moan to emphasize just how precious a thing her pussy was. It made him shudder as his heart pounded.
“You may be a bitch,” Raven’s thrusts grew in strength as her crotch slapped against Apple’s ass. “But you’ll never be my bitch.” The deeper she pounded into the creamy white ass, the deeper the dildo went into her own. It was the best kind of quid pro quo, one that had them both moaning.
Dexter watched the girls above him, wishing he could do something, anything to help them. He tried to move his arms, his legs, but it was futile. Raven’s powerful magic kept him spellbound. Damn it, how did she expect him to resist such an enticing event? It was absolute torture.
“You can try all you want Dexter. I’ll even go to the ball with you.” Raven buried the entire dildo into Apple’s ass. Apple let out a squeal, and began to buck her body in sync with Raven’s movements. She wanted to cum again, and her pussy was dripping wet. A few drops fell onto Dexter’s face with the movements.
“But I’ll never be yours. And you’ll never be mine!” Raven snarled, her tone harsh as she pounded, fucking. She was bubbling with pleasure, so close to boiling over. “Got that?” She asked, a lock of her bangs falling in front of her face in her frenzy. She could feel Apple was getting close. Raven transferred a hand from Apple’s waist onto her clit. She began to draw circles. Apple’s breath hitched sharply in response.
“Come on Apple, you know what I want.” The hand at her clit had electricity sparking within Apple’s body. Yes, Raven had absolute mastery over what she wanted Apple to do, and she had one very specific thing in mind. The dildo in her ass was a jackhammer, pushing on that special sweet spot inside her.
“I-I can’t!” Apple couldn’t even fathom the idea of letting go in that way in front of Dexter, especially not right on top of him. “Aah, it feels too good…”
“Let go, Apple!” Raven commanded, her tone still sexy despite her harsh tone. “You know what I mean.”
“Really?” Apple bit her lip, unsure if she could do such a thing to sweet little Dexter. They both knew how messy it would be. But Raven was a force to be reckoned with, and she was to be obeyed. “I... Ahhh… I can’t hold on any longer!”
A wicked smile hung on Raven’s lips as the juices began to squirt. The clear nectar splattered all over Dexter’s face and glasses, coating it in that sticky sweet nectar. It landed on his lips, his cheeks, everywhere it could find. It seemed never to end, the uncontrollable flurry. Raven refused to let up, her fingers continuing to extract the sweet cum from Apple as she continued to fuck her ass. Raven could imagine Dexter’s face right now, covered in squirt, and so utterly dominated. Just the thought had her… Oh Wonderland…
“Fuck!” Raven let out a curse as the cock in her pumped and the harness teased her clit. The orgasm had been building for so long; it felt so utterly amazing to finally get her release.
There was absolute silence as the players in this sort-of-threesome fell off each other, completely exhausted. It was a minute or two of silence,
Raven lifted her black handkerchief and wiped Dexter’s face after fixing the freezing spell. It was sopping wet, thanks to Apple’s magnificent squirting skills. Dexter’s glasses had been completely smeared and he smelled of sex - fantastic, sticky, hot sex. He was so stunned from what had just happened that he just lay there, allowing Raven to clean him up. His hands were basically glued to his sides, though Raven had undone her magic.
“Dexter, are you alright?” She asked, a fairly bemused smile on her face.
“Umm… I mean…” He wasn’t even sure what he could say to her. He had longed to see her naked for so long, and to watch her moaning in delight… well that was something he couldn’t even dare to dream of. But he had seen it, and it was every bit as wonderful as he had dreamed. It basically stunned him into a sort of horny trance. “Kind of…?” The things she’d said to him had been a little defeating.
“I’m sorry about my tone. I didn’t mean to say the things so cruelly.” She scooped a bit of juice off his chin. “It just came out that way in the moment.”
Dexter tilted his head, asking an unspoken question.
“Oh, about the things I said?” Raven had a twinkle in her eye as she leaned in and gave Dexter a short kiss on his now clean cheek. “Unfortunately…” She drew out the word and licked her lips. “I meant every word

[El Heffe]

I Don't Think I Can Handle This by Nidoranduran

Livewire spread out eagerly on Superman’s bed, smirking in delight as she beheld the sights before her. On one side, Superman himself, the big, muscular hung with the massive cock that had her dripping wet before she’d even run some fingers down her pussy lips. On the other, Lois Lane, sitting there rather calmly and watching the proceedings. “Mm, so she’s here because she likes being made to feel inadequate about pleasing her man right? Some weird cuckqueaning shit you make her do? That’s the only reason I can see for letting a basic bitch sit around here and watch you pound me.”

“She likes to watch,” Superman said, answering not much of her question as he descended upon the bed. Livewire’s flirty advances on the man of steel had finally come to mean something when he said he’d take her up on her offers, and before she knew it she was being transferred blindfolded to the Fortress of Solitude, laid out on the lavish, comfortable bed and seeing just how much cock Superman was packing. “Don’t mind her.”

“Stick that huge cock in me and nothing about your boring normal person girlfriend is going to be worth my time anyway,” Livewire shot back, playing hard and wicked with her time as she braced herself, settling happily back into place and welcoming Superman on. He didn’t waste much time in slipping into position before her, climbing up on top of her with his lips eager to meet hers. He kissed her, treating the woman he’d quite casually picked up for sex like a gentleman should. He came in with kisses and soft caresses of his hands down her body, acting like she was a fine lady he had wined and dined, rather than a super villain he’d accepted a booty call from. It was outrageous and a bit too insane to be believed, but he was still Superman, after all.

Livewire had no patience for it, though. Superman’s approach was never going to go over well given the reality of while she was here. “Drop the boy scout act and fuck me,” she growled, staring up at him with a tense, hot gaze, too impatient to care about anything short of his most excellent and intense approach go giving her exactly what she wanted. That was all there would be to it, all there could be to it. “I want it hard. That cock’s too big for you to hold back on me.”

Lois let out a frustrated, nervous noise as Superman’s hands ran down Livewire’s body, spreading her legs open and urging his way forward. The funny thing about living in a constant state of super speed and strength was that even ‘letting go a little bit’ was a lot, and the first thrust of Superman’s cock into Livewire’s waiting pussy taught her that, made her shriek in sudden shock and excitement as he buried himself into her with one able, swift stroke. A stroke that filled Livewire’s pussy very suddenly with so much cock that her hips bucked and she found herself yelling indecent words that Superman was quick to silence with his lips. He kissed her before she could say anything vulgar, which was just about the most Superman thing that Livewire could have expected, but she wasn’t in a position to do much at all about it now.

The thrusts started hot and sudden, rocking Livewire’s body more intensely than she could have ever hoped, but Superman kept up the kissing, his lips steady against hers as he pounded into her, fingers running through her hair or caressing her body as he remained ever the boy scout, even while he made Lois watch him fuck another woman. Livewire may have complained about that fact a bit more if his cock weren’t nice enough to leave her without much to be upset about, and if she weren’t too busy writhing and squirming through the heat to let anything bother her now.

“I knew you could do it,” Livewire moaned, gripping his chest tightly as she bucked against his thrusts, moaning in loud, vulgar delight at the feeling of his big dick pounding into her. “You just needed the right push and now you’re fucking me like a stud. It’s exactly what I thought you had in you.” There was no shame in how she pressed on, how she moved back and forth to try and meet his thrusts, even if he was starting to wind up a bit faster than she knew what to do with. “Didn’t even have to try too much to get a good, hard fuck out of you. Who would have thought it took so little effort?”

“You’re going to gloat now?” Superman asked, holding onto her tightly as his lips drifted down. Livewire’s neck deserved some kisses too. The chaotic dissonance between how he kissed her and how his hips pounded down hard enough to shake the reinforced bed and make the mattress creak was entirely intentional; Superman could fuck hard, but he wasn’t going to fuck lovelessly. A lady deserved attention, even if she was a vulgar, foul mouthed lady with a penchant for crime and cause him trouble.

“Why the fuck shouldn’t I gloat? You’re making your girlfriend watch as you fuck a better woman. I have all the reason in the world to gloat, and I’m going to make it go. Hey Lane, when’s the last time you even felt your man’s dick inside you? I don’t see why he’d even bother, if he’s hauling girls up from Metropolis to pound. Is this your punishment for being a bad lover, or because you’re just an unlikable cunt?” Livewire couldn’t stop or slow down her wicked screed as she rode out the madness harder and hotter, loving every intense, shameless second of getting fucked like this by Superman, pounded into a state of pure, creamy excitement that knew absolutely no end. She couldn’t slow herself down, rocking back and forth feverishly as she let the pleasure throb up through her hotter and needier still, every twisting second leaving her a little more eager and a little more excited. Throbbing want proved more intoxicating and satisfying than she could have ever hoped, and everything that Livewire did now was an expression of that want.

Superman tried his best to stay above it all as he fucked her, even as she moaned louder and needier, as her fingers tightened against his back and nails dug into his impervious skin. She was growing hotter and more out of control beneath him, and all he wanted to do was lose himself to the sweet promise of surrender. He kept fucking Livewire harder, drawing out more vigorous, vulgar rushes of excitement from her lips as he let her wind down deeper and deeper into surrender and chaos until finally he had fucked her so hard and so well that she could just take no more.

Livewire came, and she came with such unapologetic, indecent glee that it almost made Superman blush. “That’s it, creampie me right now, right in front of your cunt girlfriend! I want you to make me your bitch, and to pump me full of cum until I can’t walk straight.” There was nothing contained or sensible about the lust throbbing through Livewire, and she wore it without shame, opening herself up to the acceptance and desperation of a woman who only wanted unquestioning, unflinching indulgence, whose only care now was in getting hers, and nothing else was going to matter now.

As the slick, hot pussy clamped down around his cock and raw desperation surged through her, Superman found himself unable to deny her what she wanted, as awfully as her requests were phrased. He slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt inside of Livewire’s waiting, desperate pussy. He came inside of her eagerly, cock erupting with a flood of gooey, messy seed that filled into her and made her twist and writhe for him. He was unflappable, remaining stern and calm even as she wriggled and bucked in heat beneath him, almost uncaring as he pressed on with what he was doing without a care.

Sudden turns twisted Livewire’s body around as Superman set her onto all fours in front of him and resumed fucking her some more. “I was hoping you were that kind of man!” she gasped in delight, body shivering as the throbbing heat burned through her. Her body bucked, the primal, excited heat taking firm hold of her as she rocked back and forth in an eager, desperate show of want, her ass shaking as she shoved against his hips, his rock hard pelvis meeting her with zero give or surrender. “The kind of man who can fuck a girl aw and thinks stopping is too boring. Go on, fuck me until I’m too tired to think!’

But for all of her bluster, Livewire wasn’t as far away from that reality as she would have hoped. Her pussy had been stretched out hard by Superman’s huge cock, and as he had his way with her she could feel herself in way over her head now, unable to keep from indulging in the frustration and desperate madness of wanting him too much to handle any of this madness. Back and forth she rocked, a desperate mess unable to keep her thoughts straight as she let the pleasure overwhelm her more than she was willing to let on. It was a foolish idea to think she had any measure of control here, to think she wasn’t going to come completely unraveled at the hands of this winding frustration, but she was convinced she was going to be fine, convinced she could handle him and his stamina even as her body shook and shivered.

Superman didn’t stop. His hands held tightly onto her hips, his powerful chest leaning forward on occasion so he could kiss along the back of her neck and show her more of his affectionate, adoring treatment, so he could better allow her to feel the delight of his touch. There was no way that Superman could ever drop his affectionate nature, that he could just ignore all decency. Even as he engaged in hard, rough sex with a woman who was happy to scream obscenities at the love of his wife. Even as his balls smacked against the backs of her thighs and he fucked her rougher and harder by the second.

“Pound my hot cunt so hard I can’t walk straight,” Livewire continued, unable to slow down her mad, vulgar approach to begging for more as she let herself become so totally consumed with need and desperation that she found herself spinning madly out of control. There wasn’t much of anything that could have made her feel as good as just losing control did, as she pressed on desperately, letting the madness overwhelm her every which way. She was unstoppable now, she felt, able to press on through the madness as every thrust into her needy hole felt like another push into the throes of ecstasy and acceptance. Livewire wasn’t going to let anything stop her now from having what she wanted, and she let that desperate certainty guide the way she pressed back to meet his thrusts.

Superman held himself surprisingly steady through it all. He was more like a machine now than anything else, ignoring Livewire’s comments about Lois but also ignoring Lois in general, focusing only on the thrusting and the fucking, peppering in affection here and there for good measure to keep Livewire spinning out in mad delight at the pleasures that took firm root within her. He fucked her again, right up to another hot, intense orgasm, one that made Livewire beg all over again for his cum as she feverishly heaved, her voice tense and breath tightening up, as obvious in its desperation as anything could be.

“I’m so ready to be your bitch!” Livewire cried out as another load of hot, messy cum set her off to another powerful orgasm, her body shaking and shivering as she wore herself down even more, struggling now to keep her thoughts together as Superman ravaged her so thoroughly that she didn’t know how to handle herself.

But that still wasn’t all. Next, he pulled her up and spun her around, lifting Livewire off the bed and using his super strength to effortlessly support her as her legs wrapped around his waist and he began to pound into her, guiding her up[ and down his cock in a motion more like stroking himself off with a sex toy than like it was anything to do with having sex with another person, using her pussy with a kind of rough, careless treatment that finally felt like it had broken away from everything sensible and considerate that had come before it.

And Livewire loved it. “That’s it! Fuck me just like that, use me like a living fleshlight. I knew you weren’t such a boy scout, you just need a dirty bitch to pull out the real man in you, and I’ve been that dirty bitch all along! Not Lois Plain over there watching you raw me like it’s no big deal. Mm, why have you been so quiet Lois? Can’t handle how well I’m pulling out all those darker urges you couldn’t handle?” But as much as Livewire was in the throes of pure ecstasy here, she found herself worn down faster and faster by the pressures that took firm hold of her. Superman was fucking her too well, pounding her with an intense ferocity that just left her shaking and writhing in hot, aching need. She couldn’t handle this, couldn’t think straight as he used her body so roughly, and it showed.

Her voice shook, her every breath ragged and desperate. Livewire was running out of steam and yet Superman seemed like he was just getting started. She didn’t know how, didn’t know what about him left him so impervious to exhaustion, but as he gave her the best, fastest, hardest fuck of her life, Superman wasn’t even breaking a sweat. He just kept pounding, kept giving Livewire what she wanted and letting her sort the rest out herself, plundering on with a careless fervor that shook her body down to her core as she struggled to hold out through the excitement, wildly uncertain how to handle all the sensations bubbling up inside of her as she pressed on and tried to handle it as best she could.

“Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me.” The whining pleas came out faster and more desperate now as the pressure overwhelmed her weary body. She didn’t even have to do anything now but lie limp in his grasp as he had his way with her so utterly that she found herself spinning out into madness, but it didn’t matter; even his thrusts were exhausting there. There was nothing Livewire could do now to help herself as Superman used her body so thoroughly that she didn’t have anything left in her mind, thoughts just blowing off into a million directions as his cock scattered her focus and left her completely, thoroughly used.

This time she didn’t need to bed for Superman to cum inside of her. As he used her like a living fleshlight, he worked her over fast enough to bring himself over without any prompting or pleading, if only because Livewire was too tired to beg. Instead he simply came into her, something very callously conquering about that fact as his cum so abruptly pumped into her waiting twat, making her howl and buck in shameless bliss as he gave her a rush of pure, exhilarating need. He made her climax again, his cum sending electric bursts of pure bliss through her body as she lost herself, the primal thrill of another orgasm giving her exactly what she craved. It was too much. She knew it was too much. But Livewire could do nothing to stop it.

Superman dropped her down onto the bed without a care, letting her collapse as she lay there whining and whimpering, her body shivering as cum leaked from her wrecked, gaping pussy. His huge cock twitched in excitement still, remaining rock hard and even loosing one more shot of cum that splattered up in a straight line across her body, up along her lips and to the bridge of her nose. “Are you done yet?”

“Fuck no,” Livewire said, but her jaw was quivering and her head spun. Three hard rounds in a row had been lot more to take than she’d expected, and she felt worn out by it all already.

Finally, Lois spoke, as she leaned forward curiously. “You said once that you could take Superman anywhere.” She didn’t sound as dismayed or upset as Livewire had been thinking she would be. Wasn’t on the verge of tears or about to run away sobbing and asking why he would do this to her if he really loved her. She spoke plainly and directly. 'Do you mean it, or was that just an empty boast?“

"I can take him anywhere,” Livewire reaffirmed. “My body can pleasure like y-yours can’t.” But she wasn’t so sure of that anymore. She locked eyes with Lois, and the regular woman seemed completely unaffected by what she saw, like nothing about this really bothered her in practice.

“Prep her,” Lois said firmly.

Superman responded swiftly, pulling her up off of the bed again and turning her around, her face down against the bed as he lifted only her lower body. He pulled her ass right into his face, her taut and perky backside suddenly penetrated by an eager, firm tongue that began to lick and kiss every which way. “Fuck!” Livewire yelled out, body shaking as the very sudden surprise hit her, as she wondered just one step further into the idea this wasn’t what it appeared to be. But now she was suddenly getting an intense, hungry rimjob from a man who could have broken her in half with a look, and she really didn’t know how to deal with that.

Much like when he was fucking her pussy, Superman put his all into eating Livewire’s ass, shoving forward and feverishly devouring her hot backside as he held her by the hips. There was just a little bit more heat and lust to his treatment than there had been when he fucked her, like he was slowly losing control more and more with each orgasm. His treatment of Livewire was a little less gentlemanly, a little less controlled, and Livewire loved it, but she would have loved it more were she not suddenly spinning out in perilous frustration through the sudden, throbbing wonders that took hold of her. She’d never been rimmed like this before, and that was a great feeling in some ways, but a turn of absolute madness in so many more, leaving her body to struggle and squirm through the wonderment and heat of being absolutely ravished. There was nothing she could do but take it, startled by the excitement burning through her as her body shivered and she bucked through the heat and excitement, much to her confusion.

Having her ass prepared felt like a foreboding omen of what was to come, but Livewire had other things to worry about as the tongue ravished her with such firm, hot need. His mouth worked upon her so much magic that she didn’t know what to do with it all, squirming through the desperation as the excitement burned hotter and hotter, driving her mad with need and so much hunger that she didn’t know how to handle herself any more. And yet if she spoke up about it she’d only end up coming off weaker for it, as the continued involvement and relative calm of Lois as she watched her man eat Livewire’s ass proved a worrying factor in this whole thing, which kept Livewire from complaining or raising a stink like she should have. She really had no idea how to handle this all, but she worried any step out of line was going to invite something insane.

So she kept her mouth shut for the first time since she’d arrived, and for it was rewarded with an orgasm rooted entirely in having her ass eaten. Livewire had no idea it was even possible, but then, she’d never been rimmed by Superman before. His intensity and his skilled touch brought her crashing down into an orgasm so intense she let out confused gasps amid all of her hot moans, and everything that Livewire did was another little slide into the direction of frustrated surrender as she struggled to piece together the thoughts burning through her in a way that felt even remotely sensible.

There was nothing sensible about this, as he dropped her carelessly down onto the bed again, leaving Livewire to lie there face-down on the bed, squirming and worn out, breathless and so dazed that for a moment, she forgot why it was that Superman was rimming her. She fell into something calm and removed from any of that, unable to think through the reality of what was happening until he so very suddenly descended once more upon her, his cock very suddenly pushing into her ass, making her shriek and shiver in sudden shock at the penetration that came with far less grace or preparation than Livewire could have ever expected.

Superman fucked Livewire’s ass. That was the only way to put it. The only way to understand what was suddenly happening to the poor, sore supervillain who was suddenly on the receiving end of all-out anal brutality. He didn’t have anal sex with her, he owned her ass, shoving his massive cock in deep and pounding away at her with an unbridled rush of something so brutal and senseless that she couldn’t believe this was really Superman. This was like nothing she’d ever felt before, nothing she could have expected coming from him of all people, and she didn’t have even the slightest idea what to do with this knowledge and this crazed, hot understanding of something so insane. This was brutality in a form so succinct that it made her whole body shake, made her twist and buck under the sudden, throbbing madness of being conquered by a man who she had believed too upright to give her anything so brutal.

“Well, you can definitely take it in there, at least,” Superman remarked. The first sexually charged thing he’d said this whole time. Livewire didn’t know what was happening here, but she was too tired to question it anymore, whining and shivering as she lay there and allowed Superman to keep pounding her ass raw. This was just so markedly, utterly insane that she hadn’t the slightest idea how to handle herself, having no clue what to do with the knowledge of Superman’s secret rough side or the fact that he was laying into her so carelessly. All she could do was take it, getting roughed up and used by a man who she had thought a paragon of goodness to the point of almost being a parody of superheroes.

There was nothing funny about this.
Through the whining and shivering of the woman who lay on her stomach on the bed, staring off into the distance and writhing as she was pounded into creamy, gooey bliss, Livewire’s pussy leaked. Leaked with cum, leaked with her own juices, leaked with the wanton need of a woman who was feeling her pussy neglected but her body still so utterly ignited with pleasure that she didn’t know how to handle it all. All of her squirming felt like she wasn’t even really trying to move, like she was just following impulses and getting moved about as he fucked her. There was nothing in the world that could match this, and the outright insanity that came from Superman’s thorough use of her ass was something altogether far too new for Livewire.

Lois’s gaze felt different upon Livewire. Maybe it was how she’d been greedily focused on her own pleasure and on the fact that she was filling in the blanks herself, but she had been convinced that she was being eyed with burning frustration and jealousy given the circumstances, that Lois was suffering by watching her. But now something about it felt different. The room had changed, even if the actions involved hadn’t, and suddenly Livewire felt more vulnerable, more open. Like she was being watched for different reasons ,like she was opening herself up to something different and utterly made in nature. There was no excuse for it, no way to begin processing the confusing emotions that shuddered through her body as she twisted and heaved, letting the pleasure mount and the insanity fester inside of her.

Superman remained the only constant. The monstrously well hung, unstoppable stud whose hard fucking of Livewire’s needy body subjected her to something so primal and intense that she didn’t know how to handle herself. Madness ensued, and she wasn’t sure how to deal it at all as he took the task of fucking her so well that she was unable to hold herself together. This was something so primal and hot that her body was ready to lose itself, about to blow as the frustrations took hold of her, and she really didn’t know how to handle that, save for the fact that she was going to break.

And break she did. At least sort of. Livewire crashed down into another powerful orgasm, another burning release driven by only the pure thrill of her ass being toyed with, even if now it was less 'toyed with’ and more 'fucked loose and ravaged until she lost consciousness’. Her body bucked again, her whole being burning up in the sudden throes of pure ecstasy as the pleasure surged up from within. Livewire lost control, a shrieking wreck getting violated until she couldn’t think straight, and she was reduced to babbling, gasping nonsense as she was taken. She didn’t just cum, she lost all grasp on herself in the process, and there was no hiding it now.

Superman buried his cock to the hilt inside of Livewire’s ass, drawing one last shriek as he came inside of her, dumping a massive load of cum deep into her waiting hole and leaving her to thrash and buck under his weight. Using Livewire however he wanted had become his main goal and when finally he drew his cock back, he felt like he had done all that and maybe a little more for good measure, given the circumstances.

“Well,” Lois said, rising up from her seat. “I’ll give Livewire this. She lasted longer than that Amazon cunt.”

Superman rolled his eyes. “You know Diana wouldn’t like to hear you talking about her that way.”

“You’re letting your respect for her cloud the filthy things she was saying in here the other night.” Lois climbed onto the bed, shrugging as she slipped out of her robe and revealed that she wore nothing on underneath. “And my point stands. She did well, even if now she’s a little…” Lois rolled Livewire onto her back, staring at the almost fucked stupid expression spread across her face. “You really wrecked her.”

“Not every woman can measure up to you, Lois.”

“No woman ever has,” Lois purred, as she crawled right up onto Livewire. “It’s time I explained it,” she purred, biting her lip as she wiggled her hips. Superman slammed into her swiftly from behind, making her gasp in ecstasy as he started to fuck her. Hard. “I’m more than woman enough to keep him happy. I can take this massive cock for hours without even getting tired. You weren’t here to upstage me, you were here because nothing gets me hotter than seeing my man reduce some superpowered tramp to a drooling, fucked silly wreck before he goes to town on me.”

Livewire let out confused, startled noises. She wasn’t fond of being made a pawn, but her head was so dizzy with lust that in practice, all she really saw was the fact Superman was fucking Lois on top of her, something that left her jealous and frustrated. “Don’t get too complacent,” she snarled. “I’m coming back for more… O-once the feeling comes back to my legs.”

Lois smirked, shoving down to kiss Livewire eagerly. She welcomed the fire, but she doubted that she was going to be very hard competition; she was the only woman who could keep up with her man, mortal or otherwise, and Livewire might weave in and out here and there, but Lois was ready now to throw back every snide, bitchy remark she’d made all night about her, but tenfold.

[El Heffe]

Tower Games by WriteProdigiously

Apple White woke up, chained to a four-poster bed by each limb with iron
manacles, in a dark room lit by the barest candlelight.
She looked around, testing the security of the manacles and realizing that she
was in nothing but her underwear and, in addition to the chains, she was wearing
a leather collar with a loose lead.
"Ah, you're awake" said a woman, stepping out of the shadows to reveal herself -
the tall Raven Queen, decked out in an outfit that was mostly a series of leather
straps and wearing dramatic but flawless makeup.
"Raven!" Apple said, puling against the chains that had her spread-eagle on the
bed. "Let me go this instant, or-"
"Or what?" Raven asked, cackling slightly. "Nobody is coming to rescue you this
time, my little Apple. No, from now on you are to be... my... pet." She stepped
closer with each of her final words, swaying her hips as she walked.
When she was close enough, Raven Queen reached out a pale hand and just
barely brushed the skin of Apple's naked thigh. Apple flinched, but she was
securely bound and couldn't escape her captor's reach.
Raven's hand trailed up the flawless skin of Apple's thigh, eventually stopping at
the fabric of her panties - panties which, Apple noticed, were not her usual
undergarments. They were a brilliant white, and lacy, and there wasn't very much
of it. The same went for her bra.
"Hmm," Raven said. "Do you like the clothes? They're a present, you know. The
only clothing you'll ever need again..."
Apple shivered, making the chains rattle. Apple noticed that the manacles were
padded - a small luxury, she supposed.
"What are you suggesting?" Apple asked in as haughty a voice as one could
manage when chained to a bed in their underwear.
"What I'm suggesting..." Raven said, licking her lips slowly and then pulling the
elastic of the panties' waistband, snapping it against her captive's skin. "What I'm
suggesting, dear princess, is that you are to become my plaything from now on.
I'm going to train you to do whatever I say, however I say. And you're going to
love every moment of it, whether you want to or not."
"Hah!" Apple retorted. "What, you think you'll be able to break me with your sick
games? I'm made of stronger stuff than that."
"Oh, I know you're a tough one to crack," Raven purred. "And that's what's going
to make the training so much... fun."
For the first time, a hint of fear showed itself in Apple's eyes. Could the villainous
woman break her, turn her into some sort of loyal sex slave? Surely it wasn't
possible. And yet...
"Yesss," Raven said. "That's what I like to see. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going
to hop on the bed with you."
Without waiting for a response, Raven swung onto the bed, straddling Apple
White's spread-eagle form, sitting over her flat, smooth belly.
"Now," Raven said. "First thing's first. True lust's kiss, to seal the deal." She then
bent down, her face hovering inches above Apple's, and licked her lips once more.
Apple turned her head, trying to pull back from Raven's face, but she was not in a
position of strength. Raven was able to simply grab her by the chin, turn her head
back, and plant a deep kiss on Apple's tender red lips.
Apple felt Raven's lips, soft and wet, making contact with her own dry and
stiffened lips. Raven did not seem to care about the lack of reciprocity, and
continued with a series of small kisses that tasted faintly of something Apple
couldn't quite place.
"Do you like my lipstick?" Raven asked, pulling away and purring into Apple's ear.
"It'll start taking effect soon, loosen you up a little bit. And when I get to your...
other lips it will do so much more." Apple tried to say something, but Raven put a
finger to Apple's lips. "Hush now. That won't be for a while yet, and by the time
I'm ready you'll be begging for it."
Raven then returned to kissing Apple, and Apple felt the strangest sensation - her
lips were loosening, starting to move unheeded in response to Raven's lips. She
felt Raven's tongue slither out of her mouth and into Apple's, and she couldn't
help but open her mouth and allow Raven inside, free to explore her mouth and
tongue as she wished.
And one thing was for sure - Raven knew what she was doing. Apple had been so
preoccupied with the tongue in her mouth that she had failed to notice Raven's
hand sliding up Apple's belly and onto her left breast. She only realized what
Raven had done when she gave a slight squeeze, which sent a ripple of sensation
through Apple's entire body, and she let out an unbidden, slight moan.
"That's what I like to hear," Raven whispered, pulling her head back and sliding
her other hand to Apple's other breast, beginning to massage them through the
thin fabric of the bra.
Apple let out the slightest of whimpers, and Raven chuckled deeply. "Soon
enough, you'll be begging me to take these clothes off you, you know. The only
thing you'll need, eventually, is that pretty little collar you're wearing..." She
reached one hand up to Apple's neck, cupping it between thumb and forefinger,
feeling the leather collar and the tender flesh beneath it. "Soon enough I'll have a
nameplate engraved for it, you know."
"Not with your name, of course. Eventually you won't know or care about what
your old name was. You'll just be 'Pet,' and you're going to love it..."
"Damn you, evil queen!" Apple spat, venom in her voice. "I won't allow you to-"
And then, she stopped.
Not because she wanted to, but rather because she stopped being able to. When
her mouth was open, Raven stuffed something into her mouth and then affixed
the ball gag around her head. Apple tried to talk through the rubber ball, but to
no avail.
"Oh, do you not like being muzzled?" Raven said, smirking. "Well, once you've
learned to watch your mouth we won't have any need for that silly thing. You'll
speak when you're spoken to, and no more."
Apple made the best sneer she could with her mouth gagged open, which wasn't
very good.
"And now, Raven said, "the real fun begins."
She continued. "First thing, let's get you nice and aroused..." She then bet back
down and, still straddling her captive, brought her hands to Apple's shoulders.
Apple flinched, slightly, as the cold hands made contact with her skin.
From there Raven began sliding her hands along Apple's bound arms, bringing
herself closer until she was nose-to-nose with Apple.
Apple turned her head to the side, avoiding eye contact with her captor. Instead
she focused her gaze on the bedside table, and her eyes widened at what she saw
there - a multitude of leather and rubber and rope implements that had an
erotically-sinister look about them.
She focused in on the sex toys, wondering what her captor was going to do to her
with them, how long she would be able to hold out.
And then Raven's warm, dexterous tongue slid its way into Apple's exposed ear.
Apple shivered at the sudden sensation, the warm wetness in a place where it
was not usually felt. Raven wiggled her tongue around lightly and then pulled out,
leaving a feeling of cold emptiness in Apple's ear. Raven brought her head a little
further down and gently grabbed Apple's earlobe between her teeth, tugging
slightly on the sensitive, supple flesh.
Apple almost let out a whimper, but it was blocked by the gag. In that moment,
she was thankful for it.
She noticed a cold sensation on her breasts, and she realized that while Apple
had been distracted with her ear Raven had slid her icy, thin hands underneath
the fabric of Apple's bra and had begun fondling her not-insignificant breasts,
which were soft and sensitive - and chilled by Raven's hands. There was
something about the contrast between warmth and cold, comfort and discomfort,
that had Apple visibly conflicted. She was starting to feel good, despite the
circumstances, and she felt a warmth growing throughout hear and a wetness
beginning to soak the panties she had been put into.
Apple, as it turned out, was not the only one to notice this last fact, as one cold,
slender hand slid down from under her bra, all the way down her long, flat torso,
and found its way to the wet patch of fabric covering her entrance. Even through
the fabric Apple could feel Raven's touch intensely and she shivered, this time
letting out a whimper around the gag.
Raven smirked and began toying with Apple's pussy through her panties, causing
Apple to stiffen and begin trembling. "My my, what do we have here?" she said,
grinning. "It seems like our stoic little princess isn't so icy after all..."
Apple tried to say something through the gag, but couldn't get it out. Raven
looked her in the eyes and said "I'm going to remove the gag now. I want to see
how well you can behave... and I'll be needing your mouth soon enough."
Apple flushed even harder at Raven's words, and as her captor's dexterous hands
worked their way up her body to her head and the buckle on the gag she began
to thrash around - insofar as she was capable, chained spreadeagle as she was.
Raven removed the gag and Apple began spitting profanity, but was quickly
silenced by one of Raven's hands pressing hard against her mouth and the other
tweaking one of her nipples - hard.
"Now, now," murmured the Raven Queen. "I can't have my pets behaving like
that now, can I? What would my guests say... so I'm going to teach you how to
stay mum as a mouse."
She removed her hand, and Apple remained silent, fire in her eyes.
"First off," continued Raven, "we need to get those clothes off you." She got up
and made quick work of the bra and panties, untying them at the key places so
that she could pull them straight off of the spreadeagled princess. Apple shivered
as the cool air made content with her breasts and, especially, with her hot, wet
pussy.
"Mmm," hummed Raven as she brought the wettened panties to her nose.
"Exquisite." She then tossed the panties onto Apple's face, the wet spot right over
her nose and mouth. She tossed her head to the side trying to get it off, tasting
and smelling herself in the process.
And then Raven slid a finger inside her.
Apple froze, as still as a stone, as tense as a spring, as Raven's long, thin finger
slid further and further inside her and began making come-hither motions, hitting
Apple in all the right spots.
Apple whimpered and whined as Raven added a second finger, then began using
her thumb to play with Apple's hard little clit. She started to finger her prisoner
faster and faster, bringing Apple very quickly to the edge of orgasm. When she
could tell that Apple was almost at her limit, the shaking of her body and loud
moaning of her voice indicating that a wave of climax was just almost ready to
crest...
Then, she pulled out, totally removing herself from contact with her captive. The
chained princess gasped as the orgasm that had been building stalled out inside
her, so close yet so unattainable.
Then Raven gave Apple's pussy a soft but smart smack directly on her red,
swollen pussy, and Apple screamed out as an orgasm ripped and tore its way
through her body, the pleasure and pain all mixing into one incredible sensation
as Apple strained against her chains, her hips rising into the air, her pussy pulsing
with sensation.
It was a long orgasm, and Raven looked on in amusement and arousal as she
watched the princess cum. After a small eternity for Apple she began to settle
down, and as she lowered her hips she felt something else, small and smooth,
sliding inside her pussy.
She looked down and saw that, whatever it was, it was connected to a device
Raven had in her hand. She pressed it, and suddenly her entire pussy went off at
once as the thing began to vibrate inside her.
The vibrations only lasted for a few seconds before Raven turned it back off, and
she passed the remote to her off hand as she picked up something else with her
primary - a candle, already lit, wax beginning to dribble down its side.
Apple's eyes widened as she watched the low flame.
"This," Raven said, "is what I like to call a learning game. I'm going to take this
candle and let the hot, hot wax dribble onto that perfect white skin. You're
allowed to move - as much as you can - but here's the trick."
"You have to stay silent. Because I'm going to give you a little gift." She turned
the vibrator on again. "I'll give you this to help you through it. But if you make a
sound..." The vibrator stopped, leaving an empty stillness in Apple's core. "The
good vibrations stop. Got it? Don't make a sound, just nod."
Apple hesitated and then, slowly, she nodded.
"Good pet," Raven said, and the vibrations resumed. The princess took refuge in
the sensation, but that was all shattered moments later, as she saw the first drop
of wax fall, as if in slow-motion, onto her belly where it hit and splattered slightly,
and a fraction of a second later the heat began to blossom onto her skin. It hurt,
sort of, but it also felt like an off-kilter pleasure. It was an intense sensation, to
be sure. And within her core, the little buzzing egg going wild inside her put a
new spin on it. She gasped, but managed to cut off her voice just in time.
Perhaps she shouldn't give in to the game, she thought, but the vibrations felt so
good...
And then another drop fell, near the first. It hit and began to roll across the
curvature of her skin before solidifying. Apple could feel every stare of its
progression from hot liquid to hard, cool wax.
Raven chuckled as Apple writhed and bit her lip, stifling her voice under her
captor's ministrations. She let the candle burn, moving it across the princess's
bare torso, up to her breasts - making sure to get a few drops on each of her
rock-hard little nipples - and then back down to her thighs. Once the candle had
burned down a fair ways, and Apple had gotten through with only a few tiny
squeaks, causing interruptions in the vibrations which, when on, helped to muffle
the intensity of the wax.
Raven bit her lower lip and looked down at her handiwork, the pure princess's
body covered in solidified wax, her white skin slightly reddened where the drops
had fallen, her face completely reddened as she panted and stifled moans and
tugged against her restraints. Then, with a snap of her fingers, she put out the
candle and set it down, saying "That's a good kitten, You can make noise again."
As she said this she dialed up the intensity of the vibrations and Apple let loose a
loud, wailing, long moan that seemed to shake the room slightly.
Raven smiled, getting back on top of and straddling the princess, feeling the
patches of wax on her prisoner's body. She sidled her way up and further up, until
her exposed pussy, hot and wet, was right over Apple's face, the captive's head
locked in place by the dark queen's thighs.
"You've gotten plenty of pleasure out of me, pet, now I think it's time to return
the favor," Raven said. "You know what to do, yes?"
She looked down at the head between her thighs, which gave a slight nod.
"Good," she said, and lowered herself to Apple's mouth and ruby-red lips. She let
out a satisfied moan as her wetness came into contact with Apple's wet mouth,
and the moan intensified as Apple opened her mouth and extended her tongue to
Raven's flesh, tasting her juices.
Raven then lowered herself even further, sitting on Apple's face and forcing the
young woman, the pure princess, to eat out her captor.
And, what's more, Apple started getting into it. She would not have admitted this,
but Raven tasted delicious to her, and she began eating pussy with a gusto that
was entirely unbefitting of royalty.
"Mmm," the Raven Queen said. "Yes, that's what I like to see. Perhaps I'll have a
new throne built, one where your head - yes, keep going - one where you sit
under me and your head is positioned to eat me out allll day long. Then, once
your mouth and tongue are too worn out to keep going, I'll let you out and have
some fun with that tight little pussy of yours..."
Apple, under her captor, let out a slight squeak, muffled by Raven's muff.
"Oh, you like that idea, don't you?" said Raven, beginning to grind her pussy
against Apple's hardworking mouth. "Yes, you'll make a fine pet for me. Perhaps
when you're not in my throne I'll have you collared and chained at my feet -
naked, of course. And, mmm, if it gets chilly I'll let you have some underwear..."
Raven's hips began to buck, her pussy throbbing, and they could both tell that an
orgasm was on the horizon.
"Oh," Raven said. "You should know, I feel like I'm going to squirt. You've been
doing so well... ah, yes! Here it comes..."
Raven braced herself against the bed's headboard and let out a long, satisfied
moan as her pussy pulsed with charged energy and her hips began to shake. She
did squirt then, a long stream of cum splattering onto Apple's pretty little face.
She whimpered as her kidnapper moaned in pleasure, riding out a long and
intense orgasm atop Apple's head.
Raven fell backwards with grace, the back of her head falling on Apple's hips, her
pussy just out of the reach of Apple's tongue. Raven looked down, and she saw
her pet princess craning her neck, instinctively trying to get more of her juices.
She smirked, knowing that the plan was working.
Raven slid off of Apple, and as she did so she spoke - her voice husky from
orgasm - saying "That's a good pet. Now, I'm going to unchain you from the bed,
if you can promise me that you won't try to bolt - not that it would do you any
good anyway."
She made eye contact with her prisoner, who gave her a long, steady look. Then,
slowly, she gave a single nod.
Raven gave a wolfish grin. "Good girl."
Then she proceeded to lift herself off of Apple's heaving, gasping body, Apple
smiling despite herself. The dry, cool wax still coated her from her thighs to her
breasts, and Raven ran her dexterous hands over Apple's skin, the hard wax
contrasting with Apple's smooth, perfect skin.
And then, Raven produced a key from the pile of toys on the table and proceeded
to unlock the shackles chaining her new pet to the bed. She went slowly, limb by
limb, and as each appendage was released Apple began to flex her muscles,
feeling control return to her body. Raven also undid the clasp chaining her collar
to the bed, but did not remove the collar. That would stay for a while, she thought
with a grin.
Apple sat up, stretching her arms and legs, then feeling herself up and down, the
wax coating her feeling restrictive but intense and sensual all the same. By the
time she looked back up at her captor, Raven had donned a strapon from the
table. Not just any strapon, either. It was big, and black, and covered with soft
rubber spikes that looked tantalizingly threatening.
Raven then, moving languidly and catlike, sat on the edge of the bed with her
legs spread and the strapon dangling in the air. "Get over here, my little pet," she
said, her voice tinged with victory and satisfaction.
Apple got off of the bed and moved towards Raven, who then gave further
instructions. "Get down on your knees and start sucking me off. The better you
do, the more juice I'll give the little buzzer inside you. Got it?"
Apple nodded, and stepped between Raven's spread legs, falling gently to her
knees. She winced slightly as her sensitive knees made contact with the rough
stone floor, and she felt it scraping her skin ever so slightly. But then the vibrator
in her pussy started going off again, and she placed her hand around the base of
the strapon. Once she had gotten in closer, she noticed a bead of liquid at the tip
of the strapon, which grew slowly until it became too heavy to balance and
started dripping along the underside of the dildo, running between the soft
spikes.
Acting on some perverted instinct, before she could think about doing anything
Apple realized that she had brought her head down to Raven's strapon, and she
found herself licking up the sweet, sweet lubricant from it. From there, it was a
short step to getting a taste from the source as she brought her tongue up to the
smooth rubber head of the cock, dripping with lube.
As she wrapped her lips around the head, the buzzing in her core grew more
intense, and Apple realized that while she had one hand around the base of
Raven's strapon she still had one hand free. She brought it to her swollen clit and
began rubbing it gently as she slowly lowered herself further and further down on
the dildo - the deeper she got, the more intense the vibrations became, and
Apple was eager to feel more of it. She started rubbing a little harder, and Raven
brought her hands down to Apples head, stroking her cheek and her silky black
hair. Then, without warning, she gripped her new pet's head by the sides and
started to force her deeper and deeper onto the dildo, until Apple was gagging
and moaning and whimpering all at once through the gag in her mouth and
throat.
After a few seconds Raven let her head back up, and Apple retreated, gasping for
air as she felt the sudden emptiness in her throat and the lubricant coating her
mouth and tongue.
"That's a good kitten," Raven said with a smirk on her face. Then she slid to the
side, swinging one long leg over Apple's head and patting the spot on the
mattress beside her. "Get back up," she said, and Apple did as she was told,
sitting on the bed next to Raven, who began to cradle her captive's face with her
hands, bringing the young woman in for a deep, long kiss that lasted for a tiny
eternity. As she slid her tongue into Apple's mouth, so too did she slide two
fingers into Apple's quivering pussy, pulling out the little toy and, for just a
moment, stroking her insides.
Apple let out a soft moan into Raven's mouth, and she put up no resistance as
Raven pushed Apple onto her back, herself sliding off the bed and spreading
Apple's tender thighs to accomodate her slim frame between them. Then, her
strapon's head and Apple's pussy both dribbling with fluid, she pressed the head
against Apple's pulsing entrance as Apple let out a moan, bringing one hand to
her mouth and another to her left breast, rubbing her hard little nipple.
And then, with Raven poised to seal the deal with penetration, there came a call,
a new voice, exclaiming "Stop right there, Raven Queen!"
Raven's and Apple's heads both swiveled towards the source of the voice,
whereupon they recognized the tender beauty of Darling Charming, who was
looking in anger and horror at the sight before her - a collared and willing Apple
White about to be defiled by the evil Raven. Determination took over her face as
Raven looked in surprise.
"You," she hissed. "How did you find us?"
"I can smell your vile misdeeds a mile away. Let Apple go, or there will be...
consequences."
"Hah!" Raven laughed. What could you possibly do to stop m-"
She was cut off by Darling, who - before Raven could react - rushed over to her
foe and uncorked a bottle from her pocket, bringing it to Raven's nose. Raven
stepped back, looking woozy, and slowly sank to the floor, letting out a soft snore
as she landed.
"That should keep her out for a while," Darling said. "Now, Apple-"
It was her turn to be cut off as Apple, moving frantically, got off the bed and
down to Raven's side, whimpering "Mistress..." and stroking the big black
strapon.
"Oh no," Darling Charming said. "She's already gotten to you. Don't worry Apple,
I'll set you right!" She looked over to the pile of toys on the nightstand, seeing
something perfect for the job. While Apple positioned herself over Raven's
strapon, whimpering as she shook Raven's seemingly-unconscious form, Darling
quickly removed her clothing and put on the other strapon in the pile - a ribbed
pink dildo suitable for a good princess. She pulled Apple off of Raven, pulling the
young woman in for a kiss, against which Apple struggled slightly. Then Darling
brought her hand to Apple's hot, wet pussy and the struggle stopped instantly.
Darling pulled Apple towards the bed and onto it, dragging the princess on top of
her and pulling her in for another kiss. Then Darling broke it off and said "Raven
may have nearly broken you, but I'll bring you back." Then she grabbed Apple by
the hips and plunged the pretty strapon inside her from underneath, Apple letting
out a wail of pleasure as the dildo penetrated her, ripping another orgasm from
her overstimulated pussy.
A fog cleared from Apple's eyes as she looked at Darling, and then down at
herself, the wax and tender skin, then back at the still form of Raven.
Then, a clarity in her voice that had been absent before, she proceeded to moan
and bounce up and down on Darling's strapon, Darling rocking and bucking her
hips in rhythm. Apple leaned down to kiss Darling, gratitude present in every
peck and lick and lip-bite.
Apple guided Darling's hands to her wax-covered breasts and encouraged Darling
to play with them, moaning loudly as she began to do so.
As the pair of them found the perfect rhythm together, however, another factor
inserted itself as Raven quietly got up off of the floor and snuck up on the two,
sidling up behind Apple and then, in one swift motion, grabbing Apple's hips and
sliding her well-lubed spiked strapon into Apple's ass, Apple letting out a shocked
gasp as she felt herself being filled up in both holes.
"Don't think I'm going to give in that easily, Darling," Raven purred. "I'll make her
mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
"We'll see about that," Darling retorted, speeding up her thrusts as she tried to
fuck sense back into Apple. Raven, too, sped up with her own thrusting, and
Apple let out a desperate wail as she was assaulted in both holes, the sensation
exquisite and overwhelming as the two battled for dominance over her body.
As they went, Darling and Raven also began to get themselves off with a spare
hand each, fingering themselves and moaning as they fucked Apple as hard and
fast as they could. The air became heavy with erotic tension, and it was clear that
they were all close to orgasm.
"Ohhh," Apple moaned. "I can't pick! I love being fucked by both of you too
much!" She then let out a loud, wavering wail as she came once more, both holes
clamping down on the strapons inside them as Darling and Raven brought
themselves to orgasm as well, all of them calling out "Cumming!" simultaneously.
The three of them rode out their orgasms, which were long and hard and
practically earth-shaking in intensity, and then the tension broke. Apple was the
first to start giggling, but Raven and Darling were quick to follow as they both
eased their way out of Apple and undid the harnesses affixing the strapons to
their bodies. Darling undid the collar around Apple's neck, and Raven pulled a big,
fuzzy blanket out from under the bed, climbing back in and spreading it over the
three of them.
The three began to cuddle, and Raven, petting Apple's head, said "You know, you
have some really elaborate fantasies, dear."
Apple smiled weakly, happy and drained by her multiple orgasms, and Darling ran
her hands across Apple's body. "Well, I'm happy to help out anytime."
"Your service is appreciated," said Raven, chuckling. She looked down at Apple,
who had already drifted off to sleep, and spoke.
"Game for a little more fun while our princess here has her beauty sleep

[El Heffe]

Man of Steel, Woman of Lightning by DevilDuck

“The man of steel has abs of steel.” Leslie found herself giving a surprisingly girlish giggle; after all the times she fought him as Livewire she finally got that stupid S of his chest and it was in his bedroom. There had always been a hint of sexual tension to their fight, mostly because it was clear that her teasing bothered the boy scout, but she’d never thought it was going anywhere. Not that she had a problem with that; though she was less than happy about having to stand on the bed to kiss. She’d never realized how tall he was back when they were flying.

She knew how well built he was, there was no hiding those shoulders especially in a supersuit but there was something different about getting to touch all those muscles. Getting to run her fingers over those muscles, his chest and abs, tracing the impressive definition with her fingertips. As she played with the waistband of the stretching blue pants he still wore she felt the rising urge to giggle once. “Just fuck me already.”

“Shh, there’s no rush.” What, no comment about her language? He was going to let her say that then kiss her? It was a nice kiss if a little chaste, just slightest hint of a tongue pressing against her lips, and it came with his strong hands closing around waist to lift her that last inch.

“You wouldn’t believe what Perry wanted me to- uh.” A vaguely familiar voice came from the front of the apartment but Superman kept kissing her until the voice was in the room revealing its source.

“Lois Lane! You’re dating Lois Lane?” Leslie looked around and thought about what she had seen of the apartment on their way to the bedroom. “You’re living with Lois Lane; does the farmboy that follows her around know about you two?”

“Yes.”

“What are you smirking at ink slinger?” ‘Ink slinger’? Is that the best she could do? No, Leslie wouldn’t let them see her slip, she would carry on as if she hadn’t just said something straight out of the ‘40s. “You think this is some evil plot? Mind control or blackmail and that see you he’ll snap right out of it. Think again.”

Dropping off the bed so they were on the same level she stocked towards Lois. “He wanted this, this is what he always want, what he was dreaming of every time he was with you; a real woman, a woman who can take everything he can dish out. Who can give him what he needs. In other words be everything you can’t.”

“Really? Prove it.” Lois was far too sure of herself; for a moment Leslie worried that it was all going to collapse, that she would turn around to see the big boy scout on the verge of breaking down, ready to blubber and beg for forgiveness, the only upside to that possible is that he would be sure to blame himself. He was the type of guy to fall on every sword and give everyone a second, third, and forty-second chance. Only when she looked he seemed fine, just watching and waiting for the women to settle things for themselves.

“No problem, no problem at all.” There was a tiny problem.

The mood had shifted, Leslie was no longer making out with a sexy, powerful man, she was proving a point. Every time she moved, every time she touched Superman it was to get a rise out of Lois not him, it was the reporter that she kept looking to and whose eyes she tried to catch. That took all her best moves off the table; she couldn’t do the slow drop to her knees, or play her tongue over his abs before sinking her teeth into his waistband. Not while maintaining eye contact, which is what made the moves worked, if she was constantly glances over her shoulder at Ms Lane. No, she would have to keep her back to big blue, use him as a backdrop, a living stripper pole, as she put on a show for the reporter.

She shimmied, she dipped, she slid all the way down and peeled her unitard down to her waist all while staring down Lois trying to make her say boo. Leslie had reached a deep squat without any reaction forcing her to rise, trying to keep her movements steady and smooth by pressing back against the Kryptonian, even hooking a hand behind his neck so that she could pull herself up a little higher, creating a lot of skin to skin contact.

The next step was obvious, she was half naked and had to finish the job. She was going to do the job right, she was still putting on a show after all, so she didn’t just rip off the panty like bottom half of her unitard. She worked her thumbs down either side of her waist so that when she pulled on one she would expose just a little bit of hip, a little more skin, but not too much, not everything just enough to tease as she slowly swiveled her hips. The tease didn’t end even when she finally pulled her panties all the way down since she bent over as she did so that neither of them could see what she had. Even if she did come dangerous close to pressing her pussy against Supes.

“Just fuck her already.” And just like that the reporter broke the tension.

Before Leslie could react to the unexpected words coming out of Lois’ mouth, or come up with a new plan to shock her rival, and moving with what could only be described as superspeed the man of steel was on, was in her. No teasing, aside from what she had been doing, no foreplay just suddenly he was there pushing his cock into her; in a rush she was filled and thankful that she had already been wet.

That first thrust almost knocked her off her feet. It would be easy to chalk it up to the shock, or her awkward position, if only the second one didn’t rock her just as much. Every movement of the hero’s hips shook up her body backed by only a fraction of his strength; Leslie, and everyone else, had seen Superman lift trucks and punch holes in buildings so he had to been holding back not to send her flying across the room every time his pelvis slammed into her. Even with that restraint she was rattled, her legs were weak and she felt herself slipping. Reaching out looking for some hint of support she felt him grab her, pulling her back and up off her feet.

Dangling there, held up by the hands around her waist, Livewire’s body bounced as she was fucked. She could have tried to stop the swing of her limbs by grabbing at him, holding onto him just as he held onto her, but she wasn’t sure she had it in her. Even if she did manage to make the move and find an anchor she didn’t think she could keep it. She could barely keep her head up, keep her eyes open or from rolling back. She could barely keep from completely losing control, from becoming a drooling mess and making it completely obvious that she really wasn’t as tough as she said she was and she wouldn’t give the reporter that. If it had been just her and big blue she would have let herself go, moan with abandon as she was jerked about like nothing more than a sex toy. With an audience she had to keep her head up and eyes front, though more than a few moans might have escaped her mouth.

A grunt, the first real sound that Superman had made since he’d picked her up, was also the only warning Leslie got that he was getting close. That this time when his stroke bottomed out he wasn’t going to reverse direction, wasn’t going to jerk her back up his length but instead unload deep inside her. With most men you only knew they were coming by how their cocks twitched and throbbed but the Kryptonian’s cum thundered into her, each wad making its own impact before being displaced by the next. The superseed entered not just with power but with volume filling her, overflowing her insides and actually spraying rather than leaking out of her given the force of each spurt that followed. When he was finished, when there was no more coming out of him, he lifted Leslie off his dick and, ever the gentleman of steel, kept his hold on her waist until her feet were safely under her again.

Relatively safe that is; she could stand but she wasn’t sure could walk. Her legs felt weak, every joint below her waist felt loose. It wasn’t that Superman’s cock was that large, his was not a member that would intimidate, but she felt stretched out and wretched after the force of his fucking. With speed and power the Kryptonian had achieved the oft threatened fucking her until she couldn’t walk more than the few stumbling sideways steps to collapse on the bed in as dignified of a slump as possible.

“So you think you proved something?” The reporter still seemed unimpressed, almost bored by what she had witnessed.

“Yeah I took what supes had to offer and it didn’t exactly rock my world,” Livewire lied. Hopefully not too transparently. “Oh don’t worry honey, it was fun; why don’t we do this again sometime?” After she could walk again.

“How about now? It looks like our boy is ready for more.”

He did. In fact he looked like he hadn’t sex at all, like what they had done didn’t matter, was nothing and had taken nothing out of him. There was no sign of exertion, he breathed easy, there wasn’t a hint of sweat, and he was still rock, or steel, hard. Looking at him the only evidence of what they had just done was the sheen of their mixed juices on his shaft. If she was smart she would back down now, she would admit that she wasn’t up to all that Superman had to offer. If she was smart that is.

It would be easy for her to convince herself that Superman was on her side in this; to see the hint of a smile on his lips, the hint of symphony in his eyes, and the self evident fact that he hadn’t fucked her full force as signs that he was just putting on a show for Lois’ benefit. If Leslie let herself believe that then there was no danger in sticking to her guns and it was easy to sound confident. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Alright, honey go for it. And don’t hold back this time.” There was a threat implicit in the reporter’s acknowledge of the hero’s restraint, that she might just be reading the situation more clearly than Livewire. But the villain did not get a chance to ponder that.

Almost instantly she was flipped over, belly down on the mattress and rear bouncing up in the air for the Kryptonian to grab. His thumbs dug into her flesh at the very top of her legs, right where the curve of ass became thigh, before moving them apart. Her asscheeks that is, giving the room a good view of everything she had and to a lesser extent pulling her pussy lips back open as well. In the moment that was more important; having sensitive flesh, still tender from the recent fucking, manipulated like that, feeling the cum he had pumped into her leak back out of her and feeling the first hint of breath on her skin as his mouth moved in naturally was her focus.

Shockingly when his mouth came down it was not on her pussy but on her asshole, his tongue pushing in making her gasp and squirm. Or at least try to, Superman’s hold on her shut down the attempt keeping her pelvis perfectly stationary even as her torso twisted against the bed. There was only one reason for him to lavish attention on that part of her body is if he planned to fuck it. Superman was going to fuck her ass, he was going to stick his dick in and pound it like a jackhammer. She should tell him to stop, to slow down, she should say something before he-

“Fuck!” And just like that it was too late, he was in her. Again there was no teasing, as soon as his cockhead was pressed against her opening he pushed it in, and kept pushing long after his shaft was completely buried in her ass until she was pressed down into the mattress.

With only a limited amount of preparation there was no way she would be loose enough for this, the reflex is for muscles to clench not relax, so despite Leslie’s best efforts she was too tight to make this easy. She was tight enough that she was actually lifted up when his hips pulled back, moving at least an inch if not two before being slammed back down. It would be easy to say that the force of these thrusts knocked the wind out but the truth was the first did that, each stroke after that just made her hiss almost like her body was a set of billows powered by the destruction of her ass.

Destruction was the right word for it; earlier she had been fucked, yes no attention had been given to her pleasure but it was still a sexual act, while now it was more like it was about power. This was about Superman letting loose, giving everything he had to give even if it broke her. She could already hear the bed creak, the physical structure of the thing flexing every time he bottomed out and her body bent. In some ways that noise was a good thing, it help cover up the sound of her own moans.

The loud crack and the sudden shift as one of the supports breaking and the bed collapsing gave her a chance to gasp and refill her lungs even as it took away all the give beneath her. She was finally loosening up, finally starting to enjoy herself, no that’s not right, there was always some spark of pleasure but the pain of being stretched had been starting to fade only to be replaced by something else now that she was forced to take the full impact of the Kryptonian’s thrusts. Those thrusts were getting faster. Was that just him taking advantage of a shorter stroke no that she had nowhere to go or was it a sign that he was getting close? Was she going to be able to spot his orgasm in advance this time? Was she going to get some warning that he was going to flood her guts with cum? The answer was no.

He still grunted right as the first spurted landed inside her but he didn’t stay there. Quickly after that he pulled out, sliding up between her asscheeks so the rest of his load shot out over her back, at least one wad making all the way to her hair. Everytime a bit of hot, sticky seed landed on her skin Leslie shivered and moaned, forgetting for a moment that she was trying to play it cool.

“Aw, you were doing so well.” Try as she might Livewire couldn’t focus her eyes on the face of the woman leaning down to talk to her. She couldn’t even do more than grunt in response. “You did do better than the Amazon but my man still needs more loving.”

After that Lois sat on her, straddling her hips and, judging by the sounds and shifting weight, started making out with the superhero. That was one indignity too many; first she had been reduced to a drooling mess and now the reporter was treating her as nothing more than furniture. Leslie would show her no matter how many times she had to let Superman break her holes to do.

[El Heffe]

Are You Experienced?
By Sinner's Quill

Hiro Hamada fished his smartphone from his hoodie pocket and rechecked the message. He had been working late, refining some new code and trying to work out any potential bugs when the text had come through. He’d been surprised to learn that Honey Lemon was still at the lab. He figured she would have returned home with her roommate, Gogo Tomago. Not that the programmer really gave it too much thought. Perhaps the bubbly girl had come up with a new concoction, which she wished to demonstrate and explain in her endearingly manic way. Turning the corner, he saw that the lab door was slightly ajar, light flittering through the gap. ‘Hey, Honey,’ Hiro called as he poked his head through. ‘You needed to see me… whoa!’ Leant against the table edge, the tight curves on her buxom figure nearly busting out of her skintight battlesuit, was Gogo Tomago. Before he’d been even able to formulate the natural question, Honey Lemon burst out from the side, wearing a white lab coat with a pink bikini beneath. ‘Hiro, you’re here! Awesome! We can begin!’ She grabbed his hand and pulled the startled teen towards the table, where Gogo was watching him with an amused smirk on her lips. ‘Eh, yeah,’ Hiro said, looking at the tall, leggy blonde. ‘You, um, wanted to, eh, you know, show me something?’ ‘Yesss!’ Honey said, her voice rising an octave. She swept some of her long hair behind her ear, her features bright and excited. ‘Tomago and I have been talking annnnnd we were wondering if -’ ‘Are you experienced…’ Gogo stepped on Honey’s words as she pushed away from the table and stood in front of him. ‘Eh…. Kinda of vague, doncha think,’ Hiro said, his voice straining. He was acutely aware of how close Gogo was to him. ‘Unless you're talking about the Hendrix song, ha… ha.’ He gulped as she slanted her wide hips, her hands resting on her narrow waist, a smile on her plump lips. At some point, she’d also pulled her zipper down, showing her tight, black sports-bra. Honey wasn’t much better, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet, unable to contain her excitement, causing her perky boobs to jiggle in the bikini top. ‘So, eh, what do you mean by experienced?’ he asked, feeling oddly trapped by the two girls. ‘Sex, silly!’ Honey burst out. ‘We’ve heard that you’re really good at it and that totally surprised us. I, mean, we’re not judging you or anything as sex is awesome both on a physical and chemical level! The amount of hormones the body produces is super fascinating –’ The frantic monologue dissolved into a muffled noise as Gogo pressed a finger against the honey blonde's lips. ‘Yeah, well, I’m not interested in the ‘whole chemical thing’,’ she said as she looked Hiro in his eyes, her amused smile becoming lustful. ‘I just really want to fuck.’ The word reverberated around Hiro’s head. ‘You want to fuck,’ he repeated, the statement sounding so alien.

‘Yep,’ Gogo said. ‘Totally!’ Honey affirmed, quivering with pent-up energy. Hiro’s mouth dropped before he took a step back. ‘O-kay,’ he said backtracking as the two girls approached him. ‘Look, I get it, haha, let’s pull a prank on Hiro.’ Gogo crossed her arms. ‘We’re not pulling a prank, Hiro.’ ‘Right, right. Yeah, okay. So, is this some weird mind control thing,’ Hiro asked, trying to slip away. ‘Honey, have you created something that’s made you and Gogo really horny or something.’ ‘No, silly,’ Honey giggled. She slipped the lab coat from her willowy body, allowing Hiro to see her full bikini-clad figure. ‘There isn’t anything sinister going on. We just heard that you were amazing when it came to coitus and decided to see if that was true.’
‘Okay… okay, can we all just take a moment here…’ Hiro tensed as Gogo slipped behind him and placed a hand on his back. ‘And where do you think you’re going?’ she asked. Slipping down to her knees, Honey began to crawl towards him, the fabric of her bikini bottoms snug against the perky curves of her backside. ‘So… um… can I perform fellatio on you?’ she asked. ‘I’ve been told I’m really good at it.’ Her voice had taken on a low, seductive note, her eyelids drooping to lusty half-slits. ‘Okay, okay, okay,’ Hiro said sidestepping the honey blonde scientist and Gogo. ‘This is really weird, and you guys are freaking me out.’ ‘Why? Girls get horny too, you know!’ Gogo said as she stepped out of her jumpsuit and pushed it aside with her foot. ‘Is it really so hard to believe that we’d want to fuck for the hell of it?’ ‘Kinda, yeah,’ Hiro admitted. ‘I mean, I guess I didn’t think you guys saw me that way.’ ‘If it helps, Hiro, you can consider this to be educational!’ Honey was looking up at him. He jumped as her hand began to caress his crotch. ‘I love giving blowjobs… it’s amazing to feel the reaction going on in the penis as it stimulated, and the way my mouth responds by producing saliva to lubricate.’ ‘Cock,’ Gogo laughed. ‘Don’t be so clinical.’ She sank to her knees behind Honey, her hands reaching around and gripping her roommate’s boobs. ‘Be nasty about it,’ the curvy girl whispered as she began to fondle the honey blonde’s tits. ‘Cock, dick, fuckstick, fuckmeat, cunt wrecker, ball-juice, cum, spunk.’ ‘

Tomagoooooo,’ Honey moaned, her body squirming under the compact beauty’s touch. ‘Stop it.’ ‘Why? It’s turning you on, isn’t it?’ Gogo licked her cheek and then looked up at Hiro. ‘Wanna know a secret? Do you know what Honey loves to do?’ ‘N-noo idea,’ Hiro said, staring down the two girls with bug eyes. Perhaps he’d fallen asleep at the terminal and was having a vivid dream. Honey gasped as Gogo slipped her hands between her quivering legs and began to stroke her crotch. ‘Sweet little Honey Lemon here loves getting her face-fucked. Isn’t that right?’ Honey, panting, her hips twisting beneath Gogo’s rubbing hand, looked up at Hiro, her face flushed. ‘It’s true…’ she whispered. ‘I love getting face fu-fucked… I love feeling the saliva churning in my mouth. I feel so slutty…’ ‘See Hiro,’ Gogo said, looking up at him with a wide smile. ‘This is what a girl looks like turned on. We get horny too. Who would have guessed, right?’ Her hand left Honey’s groin and began to stroke Hiro’s obvious bulge. ‘So, stop trying to resist, kay? Just enjoy yourself.’ ‘We’re really good, Hiro,’ Honey added earnestly. ‘Just lay back and let us take care of you until you feel comfortable.’ Despite himself, Hiro didn’t resist as the tall girl placed her hands on his hips and gently guided him down to the floor before pushing him back. Gogo crawled over to him, smiling and watching him with undisguised predatory lust. Honey’s hands began to stroke and fondle his cock through his shorts, her eyes dreamy. She unbuttoned the clothing and pulled it down his legs, before placing a kiss on the swell protruding from the fabric of his boxers. ‘See that,’ she said as she stroked a dark wet patch in his underwear. ‘Precum, you’re aroused. At this moment your brain is filling with a bunch of hormones to stimulate you.’ She sniffed. ‘You’re producing more musk, a male pheromone which influences me and my own hormones.’ Gogo looked over at her friend with a disbelieving look. ‘Honey, either suck his cock or I’m going to. Geez, we don’t’ need a lecture. Right, Hiro,’ she winked at him. ‘Yeah… I guess,’ Honey pouted. ‘Well I think it’s super interesting!’ she said, before lowering her head. She shuddered as her tongue darted out for a quick taste, scooping up some beads of precum. ‘Mmmm, that does taste good. Good consistency as well. It’s amazing the different types of semen a male can produce –’

‘Honey!’ Gogo barked in exasperation. ‘For fuck sake. Stop! You’re seriously killing my lady
boner!’
Honey sighed. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue from the base up to the tip, flicking the head, before trailing back to the bottom. Hiro groaned, shoulders tensing as ripples of pleasured danced up his body. Gogo pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside, before running a hand slowly over and around his chest, biting her lower lip as she traced the light muscle definition with her fingertips. ‘You’ve been working out,’ she whispered. ‘I like it.’ Honey was kissing his dick, coating it in a sheen of saliva as her hands fondled his balls. Suddenly, she lifted her head up. ‘Hold on a sec, I need to do something.’ Getting to her feet, she rushed over to her bag and rummaged around until she pulled out her phone. Returning to her previous position, Honey rested her cheek against Hiro’s cock and lifted her phone up, angling it downwards. There was a click as she snapped a quick selfie, then she placed the phone aside and slipped him into her mouth. Hiro growled and squirmed on the spot as he felt her hot spit and drool soak his aching cock. Honey began to slide her lips up and down the shaft. Her hand enclosed firmly around the root and slowly started pumping, her fingers bumping against her lips. ‘Oh shit,’ Hiro gasped, watching the tall girl’s head dip and rise, her hair swaying with the motion. Besides him, Gogo moaned. ‘Fuck, I love watching Honey sucking a cock…’ she leant forward and nipped Hiro's ear. ‘Its so fucking hot, doncha’ think?’ ‘Yeah…’ he breathed, still entranced by the sight of his member disappearing between Honey’s pillowy lips. Gogo got to her feet and slowly peeled her black panties down her thick thighs. ‘Hungry?’ she asked. Before Hiro could respond, Gogo moved over his head and sat back, planting her plump ass on his face. She leaned forward and watched as Honey sucked and slobbered over Hiro’s cock, her hips gently rocking against his head.

Hiro, getting the message, pressed his lips to Gogo’s little pink slit, his tongue darting past the puffy folds and pressing against her flexing walls. She gasped, grinding her cunt into his face and pushing his exploring tongue deeper into her. Her girl-juice dribbled down his cheeks as he ate her out, lapping, sucking and nipping her throbbing pussy. ‘Fuck, that’s good,’ Gogo moaned as she pulled her black sports bra off and then leant down to rub her tits against his body. Hiro shivered as he felt the Korean’s hard nipples grinding into him. Honey moaned as she placed her hands either side of Hiro’s thighs and then began to plunge her head up and down his length, stirring the saliva around in her mouth. She lifted herself off him with a gasp, drenching his crotch in her hot drool. ‘My head’s swimming,’ she breathed. Gogo enclosed her fingers around the root of his cock and pulled it towards her mouth. Slipping the head past her lips, her tongue rolled over the tip, mixing her own saliva with Honey’s. She began to slide her hands up and down the shaft as Honey started to lap at his testicles. Hiro shuddered, his toes curling in his sneakers as he lapped at the dripping pussy pressed against his mouth. Gogo slipped him from her grasping lips, and she and Honey began to lick the shaft together. Hiro began to thrust, his cock sliding between the pair of sucking mouths and the slithering tongues. The programmer felt his climax boiling up his length as the two girls kissed, licked and sucked him. More pre-cum began to leak from his piss-slit, which was swiftly lapped up by his horny teammates. Honey slipped his cockhead back into her mouth, slurping down the oozing seminalfluid. Gogo leant back and began to rub her cunt-flaps along his face, grinding her clit into his chin. Hiro sucked and licked at the slit, her sticky arousal smearing his face. The curvy girl’s thick legs began to tremble, her moans and gasps deepening as he worked her up to release. Hiro grunted, feeling his own orgasm bubbling away in his balls.

As Honey drew her head up, so that only the midpoint of his cock remained in her mouth, Gogo squealed. Her body tensed, hips shuddering as she squirted into Hiro’s probing mouth.
He gulped it down, retching slightly as her pussy twitched and shot its juices across his face. Gogo remained for a moment more, savouring her climax before she rolled off of him. Reaching over, she dragged Honey off his cock by her long hair and then pulled her, so she was next to Hiro's head. ‘Help me clean him off,’ Gogo said. She and Honey placed their hands on his chest and pushed him down, pinning him against the lab floor. Leaning down, their tongues began to trace over his lips and cheeks, collecting up Gogo’s glistening juices. The two girls paused to share a deep, sensual kiss, before resuming cleaning him up. Hiro, his face wet with their hot saliva, groaned. His hand began to move down towards his aching cock, but Gogo seized his wrist and pulled it up. ‘Don’t even think about it,’ she said with a smirk. ‘You’re going to facefuck someone… can you guess who?’ ‘Oh, I know!’ Honey said, raising her arm and waving her hand. Gogo rolled her eyes. ‘Yeah, well, obviously it’s going to be you,’ she looked down at Hiro. ‘You should see all the facefucking porn on Honey’s laptop! Let’s see.’ She lifted a hand and began to list them on her fingers. ‘Face Fuckers, Gag on my Cock, Skull Fucking Sluts, Gagging Bitches, CumGargling Toilets.’ Honey’s cheeks were a deep crimson. ‘H-how do you know all of that!’ she demanded, adjusting her glasses. Gogo shrugged. ‘I was horny and needed some porn to get me off. I really wanted to watch some sluts get their throats ploughed, and I knew you had that shit in HD.’ ‘Well…’ Honey said. ‘You should have asked me!’ ‘Like when you asked me to use my pad, so you could watch my anal porn?’ Honey bit her bottom lip. ‘Umm… I was doing research…’ ‘Oh yeah?’ Gogo asked, raising an eyebrow. ‘With a huge cunt-wrecking dildo shoved in your tight asshole?’ ‘Oh…’ Honey coughed. ‘I thought you were out…. Um…’ Clearing her throat, the tall girl turned her attention back to Hiro. ‘Um… would you mind fucking my throat?’ ‘S-sure…’ Hiro gasped. Honey removed her glasses. ‘Thanks, Hiro… Just be… umm… aggressive… like, really, really, really aggressive. A man dominating me and making me gag on his… um… penis… That gets me to climax so hard. As you should know, when a girl experiences an orgasm she produces a large amount of oxytocin in her brain… which feels amazing.’

‘Hell yeah, it does,’ Gogo said as Honey crawled back and nestled between Hiro’s splayed legs. ‘She means it, by the way. Give little Miss Fellatio here a good tonsil bashing.’ Taking him back into her mouth, Honey began to feverishly pump her lips up and down his cock, ingesting more of him with each plunge. Slowly, Hiro wrapped his hands around Honey’s head and began to move her up and down his slobber coated dick. Gogo’s gaze shifted from Hiro to Honey, only to give a frustrated sigh. ‘The fuck is that pussy-shit?’ she spat. Slapping the young man’s hands away, Gogo seized the honey blonde's hair. ‘When Honey said fuck her throat, she means Fuck. Her. Throat!’ she slammed Honey down, the tall girl gagging as the head of his cock battered the entrance to her throat, her eyebrows pinching with discomfort. ‘Pfff. C’mon, Honey, you ain’t BSing me,’ Gogo moaned. ‘I’ve seen you take bigger than this…’ the curvy girl looked over at Hiro and winked. ‘Sixteen inches, actually. You’re still big though.’ Honey gagged again as Gogo increased the pressure on the back of her head, forcing her down the pulsing length of his fuckmeat. Hiro gasped, eyes sliding shut as Honey’s throat gave way and the head of his cock was enveloped by the tight, constricting passage of her oesophagus. Gogo moved behind her roommate and then reached around Honey’s neck, stroking Hiro through the bulging lump. Tears were squeezing out of the corners of Honey’s eyes, her cheeks red and her features creased as she spluttered and retched around him. ‘Mmmmm,’ Gogo moaned. ‘I know you can’t see it Hiro, but Honey is rubbing her hot little cunt.’

Hiro craned his neck and saw that Honey had slipped her hands between her legs as Gogo pumped the long-haired girl’s head up and down. He felt Honey’s gullet expand and retract each time his cock was shoved down it, stirring the drool in her mouth and scraping up strands of throatslime. Tears were streaming down her face, her nostrils wide as she tried to suck down vital oxygen. She convulsed, desperate for air, but Gogo didn’t slacken her pace, driving the girl down until her lips and nose were squashed against his groin, before pulling her up, leaving a trail of spit bubbles on his shaft. Hiro began to buck his hips, jamming his cock deep into Honey’s oral passage as he felt his balls tingling. His shoulders tensing, he spewed his hot cum down Honey’s contracting throat, Gogo stroking his spasming cock through the neck bulge. Honey’s eyes rolled in her head, her body shuddering as he filled her belly, bubbles of snot blowing out of her flared nostrils, hot tears rolling down her reddening cheeks. ‘Drink it all down,’ Gogo moaned. ‘Take all that nasty jizz, you hot little slut.’ Honey gagged, her eyelids flickering as Hiro emptied his nut-slop into her trembling body. Gogo suddenly dragged the tall girl off of his cock, saliva drenching his crotch. Honey gasped, her chest heaving, mouth agape, drool running down her chin. ‘Wow… wow… so… so intense…’ she moaned, before swallowing a mouthful of spit back down. Releasing her roommate’s head and pushing her aside, Gogo nestled between Hiro's legs. ‘You’re still hard… not bad.’ She lowered her head and took him into her hot mouth her tongue immediately lapping and twisting around the shaft. Honey bit her bottom lip as she watched Gogo suck him off, her hands absently slipping back between her legs. Hiro grunted and turned his head towards Honey. ‘Hey… want me to return the favour?’ Honey blinked. ‘Oh, um, would you mind?’ she crawled towards him, lust reflecting in her large eyes. ‘Sur-sure,’ Hiro groaned as Gogo plunged her head down on his cock, smacking the tip with the back of her mouth. ‘What are teammates for?’ He leant back, and Honey crawled over his head, placing her shapely thighs on either side. Pulling the fabric of her pink bikini aside, the tall girl lowered herself until her dripping cunt lips were pressed against Hiro’s mouth. She gasped as the programmer’s tongue sank itself past her engorged folds, plunging itself deep into her trembling, sopping snatch. As he ate Honey’s hot pussy,

Hiro reached around and grabbed Gogo’s head. The curvy girl gave a muffled cry of surprise as he slammed her head down on his crotch, forcing his cock into her throat. Gogo gagged, drool and snot spraying out from around her enclosed lips and flared nostrils. Hiro dragged her head up to the midpoint of the glistening shaft, before nailing her back to the root. As he ground Gogo’s face into his tangle of pubic hair, Honey grabbed fistfuls of his hair and began to ride his face, grinding the hard nub of her clit into his nose and rubbing her engorged cunt flaps over his lips, smearing his features with her juice. Despite the thighs pressed around his ears, Hiro could hear Honey’s gasping breaths pitch as she worked herself to her orgasm. Still tender from the tall girl’s early facefuck, Hiro felt his own orgasm bubbling in his testicles, ready to coat Gogo’s stomach. Tightening his grip, fingers pressing painfully against Gogo’s skull, he began to pump his hips, repeatedly impaling the Korean girl’s gullet. Gogo gagged and spluttered around the thrusting cock as it drove against her contracting throat. With her left hand, she started to fondle his balls, her thumb running over the surface as she began to meet his propelling hips. Grunting against the pussy rubbing itself over his mouth, Hiro forced Gogo to swallow his fuckstick down to the root as his balls unloaded. As he came, his seed coating the flexing walls of Gogo’s oesophagus before it was gulped down to her stomach, Honey arched her back as she hit her own climax. Her girl-cream sprayed his mouth and probing tongue, his nostrils widening as he inhaled her aroma. As his own release ebbed, Hiro let his grip slip from Gogo’s head.

Gogo slid his cock from her mouth, coughed, and then hit his thigh. ‘Geez, you could have killed me!’ she hissed. ‘I thought you liked getting face-fucked?’ Honey asked as she dismounted Hiro. Cupping his cheeks, she bent down and began to trace his lips with her tongue, before drawing him into a warm, loving kiss. ‘That was wonderful, Hiro,’ she breathed as they parted. ‘I do,’ Gogo said getting to her feet. ‘But I just need to remind Hiro of his place.’ She walked over to the metal table and spread her hands against the surface. Sticking her full backside out, the curvy girl winked at Hiro. ‘So, you’re pretty good at eating pussy… ever tried giving a Rimjob?’ Hiro scratched the back of his neck. ‘You’re into some really freaky things, huh?’ Gogo rolled her eyes. ‘Don’t worry, me and Honey are clean…’ she smirked. ‘You’re not though… not that I care. If you do a good enough job, I’ll be sure to return the favour…’ Honey wrinkled her nose. ‘Ewww… Gogo, that’s so unhygienic!’ ‘Hey, it’s not like I’m asking him to shit in my mouth - that would be gross,’ Gogo said as Hiro got to his feet and moved behind her. Kneeling, he took her supple ass flesh into his hands and parted them. Her butthole twitched. Leaning forward he placed his lips against the fissure and slithered his tongue out. Gogo gasped, her back curling as she pressed her thick behind into him. ‘Oh fuck…’ she moaned, rocking her hips from side to side. Pressing his fingers harder against her pliable ass cheeks, Hiro began to scrape the rough, oily insides of Gogo’s anal tract. Honey moved behind him, her arms encircling his waist. Her hand wrapped around his stiff cock and began to slowly jerk him off. Hiro grunted, then he removed his right hand and slipped two fingers into Gogo’s sucking cunt.

Her fuck juice squelched against his fingers as he buried them up to the knuckles, only to slowly withdraw them before shoving them back in. Gogo groaned, her asshole winking around his exploring tongue. Honey increased the pace of her handjob, rubbing her palm against the leaking cockhead and smearing the seminal-fluid all over her hand and his shaft. Gogo’s pants increased, squirming as Hiro propelled her closer to her orgasm. She threw her head back, legs shaking as her cunt contracted. Hiro felt her climax splat against his collar and fingers. Pulling his head back, he stood, grabbed Honey by her arm and led her to the table. Lifting the honey-blonde up, so she sat on the metal edge, he pushed her back and then slipped between her long legs. Looking over at Gogo, he said. ‘So, you going to return the favour?’ Smirking, Gogo pushed away from the table. ‘A deal’s a deal,’ she said sinking down behind him and taking his ass cheeks into her hands. Grabbing the root of his cock, Hiro pressed the head against Honey’s drooling fuck-tunnel and pushed himself in, spreading her folds as they enveloped his girth. Hiro grunted as Gogo ran her tongue over his puckered asshole, collecting up the sweat. As he sank deeper into Honey’s sucking hole, Gogo plunged her tongue passed his sphincter. Hiro tilted his head back, a moan catching in his throat as he felt the buxom girl's tongue wriggle and twist in his shit-chute. Reaching behind him, he pressed Gogo’s face deeper into his taut ass cheeks and then began to thrust into Honey’s squelching cunt. The tall girl began to buck her hips, her eyes sliding shut, as she met his stiff pumps. Her cunt muscles coiled around the thick, throbbing cock as it stabbed in and out of her, stirring her femjuices and sending bolts of electrical pleasure through her willowy body. Gogo’s left hand slipped between his legs and began to fondle and scratch his dangling ballsac as she continued to suck and eat his twitching asshole. Sweat ran down Hiro’s brow and torso, his eyes screwed shut in concertation as he dealt with the pleasurable assault of Gogo’s tongue and Honey’s tight, cuntal tract. Gogo pushed her tongue deeper into him, rolling it around in a wide circle. Hiro swore and braced himself against the table as he drove his cock into Honey. The tall girl gasped, her head moving side to side, eyes squeezed shut.

Her hands reached around his neck and drew him nearer to her. ‘Harder, Hiro!’ she moaned. ‘Harder, harder, please fuck me harder!’
She gasped, her head flopping to the side, the corners of her lips curling. ‘Oh my God, my head, its swimming… too much, so much going on… I… I can’t think…. Oh wow! Oh wow!’ Hiro clenched his jaw, feeling the muscles pop as he slowed his pace. His climax welled up within him as he dragged his cock against the sucking, coiling walls of Honey’s fuck-tunnel. As Gogo fastened her lips against his pucker, her tongue wriggling deep inside of him, Hiro groaned as he flooded Honey’s slippery fuck-box with his cum. Draping an arm over her eyes, Honey panted, her modest tits jiggling on her shuddering chest. Gogo stood and pulled Hiro away from the table before slipping past him and settling between Honey’s spread legs. Placing a hand either side of the tall girl’s waist, Gogo thrust her backside out. ‘My turn,’ she purred. Hiro moved into position behind her, his still hard cock brushing her drooling cunt. ‘Whoa there, Hiro,’ Gogo said looking over her shoulder. ‘I want that big cock in my ass!’ Honey, her breathing easing, added, ‘Gogo has a serious thing for anal.’ ‘Duh, it feels fucking amazing,’ Gogo said, before bending down and swabbing her tongue over Honey’s quivering bottom lip. Hiro shrugged. ‘If you say so,’ he said. He hefted his cock and pressed the swollen tip against the wrinkled hole of her rosebud. Gogo’s eyes widened, mouth falling open as Hiro slammed himself into her. Seizing her hips, he began to fuck her with hard thrusts. Gogo spread her legs and began to push back, jamming more of his cock into her rough passage, the saliva and Honey’s juices providing the necessary lubrication. Hiro grunted as the curvy girl worked his slick cock with her anal muscles, squeezing him tightly and adding an insane amount of friction. Tightening his grip, Hiro rammed into Gogo, the impact lifting her from her feet and causing her ass cheeks to ripple as they slapped his pelvis. Gogo screamed, her back arching as she came, her girl-slime gushing out from her twitching pussy. Her head drooped, tongue lolling out as she tried to catch her breath. Hiro increased his speed, pounding her clenching shitter with heavy, bludgeoning strokes.

The two girls moaned and writhed beneath him as he hammered in and out of Gogo’s stretched out ass-chute, his ball-sac smacking her sloppy slit, feeling the heat wafting against him. Seizing the back of the Korean’s head, he pushed her down until he jammed her lips against Honey’s. The two girls opened their mouths, their tongue slithering out and caressing each other, forcing strains and drops of spit into the other’s mouth. Honey reached around and grabbed Gogo’s thick butt cheeks, spreading them wide so Hiro could watch his cock disappearing into the short girl’s shithole. The girls broke apart, a thick strand of saliva hanging between their panting lips. The sight was too much, burying himself balls deep into Gogo’s shitpipe, Hiro groaned as he filled her bowels with steaming spunk. Gogo had fastened her lips back over Honey’s and was moaning into the girl’s mouth, her buxom figure shuddering as she came, soaking his contracted ballsac with fem-slime. ‘Damn Hiro…’ Gogo panted looking over her shoulder at him, a bead of sweat trickling down the contours of her face. ‘Hate to admit it, but I’m impressed…’ ‘Absolutely,’ Honey breathed, her eyes sliding shut. Hiro smirked. ‘C’mon girls,’ he said. ‘You don’t think we’re done, do you?’ Gogo and Honey exchanged a look. ‘Umm…’ Honey began. ‘We’re not?’ Leaning forward, so his body pinned the two girls down, Hiro said. ‘Fuck no. I’m just getting started with you filthy sluts…’ ‘Oh fuck,’ Gogo moaned as he began to fuck her asshole again. ‘How the fuck are you still hard?’ The question went unanswered as Gogo’s eyes slid shut, tongue hanging out as Hiro slammed into her. Honey moaned and pulled the curvy girl into another kiss as they both shook with another intense orgasm.

***
Gogo slowly lifted her head, hands rising to shield her eyes from the morning light. Honey was next to her, a puddle of cum pooling between her legs. Looking over her shoulder, Gogo saw some of Hiro’s nut sludge trickling out from her asshole. ‘Hey,’ she reached over and shook Honey. ‘Wake up.’ Honey rolled over, only to finally stir as Gogo continued to roughly shake her. Stretching, she looked at the short girl with bleary eyes. ‘Good morning,’ she said through a yawn. Gogo stood and handed Honey her glasses from the table. ‘Seems Hiro’s gone,’ she noticed as Honey placed her glasses on. ‘Well, it wouldn’t’ be a bad idea for us to do the same,’ Honey said. ‘It won’t be long until the others arrive.’ As the two left the lab and headed for the showers, Honey pressed a finger thoughtfully against her pursed lips. ‘I am curious about one thing though.’ ‘Oh yeah? What’s that?’ Gogo asked, glancing over at her. ‘How did Hiro get so good?’ Gogo lifted her shoulders in a shrug. ‘Dunno, don’t care. I’m just looking forward to the next time.’ Honey smiled. ‘Me too.’

***

Hiro leant back against the sofa and watched as his engorged cock disappeared between aunt Cass’s elongated lips. The mature woman moved her head up and down the shaft, slowly working it into her throat. She stuck her large behind out, a slutty thong slipping between the shapely globes of her ass cheeks. Hiro closed his eyes, listening to his aunt suck and slurp whorishly on his cock. A groan rolled in his chest as she took him into her throat, pushing her head down until her lips pressed against his groin. Slackening her jaw, her tongue slithered out and began to rub over his balls, smearing them with her slobber. Taking her head into his hands, he began to grind her nose into his pelvis, moaning as he felt her oral passage coil around his pulsing shaft. When she began to tap his thighs, he dragged her off his cock, a deluge of foamy spittle and drool spilling out from her gasping mouth and soaking his splayed crotch. ‘God, I love gagging on your big cock…’ Cass moaned as she gulped down a belt of air. She stuck her tongue out as Hiro forced her back down onto his slobber drenched fuck-club. Bracing his back against the sofa, he began to pump into her mouth, churning the saliva around as he fucked her throat. Cass rolled her watering eyes up to stare at him as she increased her lewd sucking sounds. Hiro shuddered. ‘I fucking love that face,’ he breathed. He could feel his cum bubbling away in his snug balls, ready to feed his hungry aunt. Pumping into her funnelled lips with heavy strokes, he squashed her face against his groin and emptied the contents of his bulging testicles. Cass groaned and rubbed her nose into her nephew’s pubic hair, inhaling his scent as she swallowed down his thick seed, loving how it slid down her throat and filled her belly with a stodgy warmth. As she gulped down the last drops of his ball paste, she slipped her lips off of his spasming dick and then stood. Hooking her thumbs into her thong, she peeled the underwear down her long legs and stepped out of them. ‘What do you want me to do…’ she moaned, her fingers slipping between her puffy cunt folds. Hiro smirked at his aunt as he stroked himself.

‘C’mon, aunt Cass, why don’t you tell me what a fucking whore like you wants,’ he said, the cold words causing the older woman to shudder. ‘Mmmm,’ Cass moaned as she turned and she slipped on his lap, his cock nestling between her soft ass cheeks. ‘First… I need to feel that big cock stretching my nasty little fuckhole out…’ she leant back, her tits thrusting out as she curved her back and kissed his cheek. Turning her head she rested her lips next to his ear. ‘Then I’ll have to clean all my cunt juice off of your cock… then I want
you to stick it in my ass and make me feel like a trashy fuck toy… think you can do that for your aunt?’ ‘I think I just might be able to,’ Hiro said as he rubbed his cockhead against her palpitating cunt lips. Sighing, Cass sank down onto his lap, her head tilting back as his fuck-stick split her open. She gasped as her sucking pussy enveloped his cock, until her engorged labia bumped against his base. ‘Does that feel good Aunt Cass? Do you like your nephew’s cock in your pussy?" Hiro’s voice was hoarse with lust. Cass’s eyes slid shut, a whorish smile spreading across her full lips. ‘Ohhh fuck yes. I adore my nephew’s big, beautiful cock!’ The mature woman began to roll her hips back and forth. ‘Mmmm, does auntie’s slutty cunt feel good?’ she moaned. ‘God, it feels amazing,’ Hiro groaned as she began to slowly lift herself up and down his shaft, her cunt lips dragging along the length. Grabbing her hips, Hiro began to pump into her with brisk strokes. The young man let out a deep moan with every thrust as he buried his entire length into her hot, sucking cunt. ‘Ohhh, fuck! Ughh Cass,’ he gasped, his voice becoming raspy. ‘You feel fucking amazing!’ He lifted her up until he slipped out from between her drooling folds and was about to slam her back down, when he tensed. For a tantalising instant, the head of his cock brushed aunt Cass’s pussy-lips as they shuddered in orgasm. A shiver ran up his back as her juices coated his balls and cock.

He seized her hips and pulled her back down onto him, watching his cock split her as the first few inches thrust inside. She stretched around him, swallowing him up, her cunt walls wetly sucking all over him. He marvelled at the sight of his own thick pole plunging and retracting, slick from the wet clutch of Cass’s cunt. He increased his pace, thrusting faster into her. His cock sank deeper as she shunted her ass back, trying to envelope more of his cock into her tunnel. He clutched and fucked, each stroke fuller than the last, more probing, more deliriously satisfying. He wanted ram himself right up inside her. Groaning, he launched long exploratory thrusts into her until he bottomed out, balls smacking her clit and causing her to arch her back. "Ohhh, Hiro!! Ughh fuck me, fuck your slutty aunt!" The mature woman turned her head to stare at him, her large eyes smoky with lust as she drove her hips back to meet his frantic thrusts. Hiro grabbed her shoulder for support as he drove his fuck-rod inside her with increased force. Perspiration coated their bodies, running in rivulets over the flushed skin. Cass’s ass quivered each time he pushed into her squelching cunt, his balls slapping her engorged clitoris. Hiro reached around with his right hand to grab one of her well-formed palmfilling tits. He could tell from his aunt’s inarticulate babbling and the cuntal contractions around his cock that she was on the verge of coming again. He jammed his hips against her juicy ass as his balls clenched and emptied, shooting a huge hard load deep inside his hot aunt. Cass moaned, her eyes sliding shut, mouth agape as he clutched her shoulder and tit as he pumped her full of his boiling cum. Hiro watched as Cass began to ride him again, stirring the nut sludge in her cunt. As he watched her willingly impale herself on his cock, Hiro smiled. ‘Hey, Aunt Cass.’ ‘Y-yes,’ she gasped, glancing over her shoulder at him. He gripped her supple ass cheeks and began to rotate the shapely globes. ‘How’d you feel about a foursome?

[El Heffe]

Glorymall by SeventhKing


It was a very boring day at the mall. The Big Squeeze was closed while new machines came in, there were no sales or events going on, the theater wasn’t showing anything good until the next day, Jude, Wyatt, and Jonesy were all taking the day to study for some big tests they had at school, and of course neither Caitlin, Nikki, or Jen had a boyfriend to go do something with- Nikki and Jonesy having declared that week a ‘hall pass’ for reasons unknown to anyone other than them. As a result the three female friends had spent the last hour doing nothing but sitting around the closed Lemon that Catlin worked at running down the batteries on their phones. It was turning out to be a do nothing day of complete boredom, that is until Caitlin decided to throw the mother of all curveballs.



“Do you girls want to go spend some time at the gloryhole?” She asked them. Leave it to the biggest slut of their group to suggest something like that so openly.


Jen choked on her own spit at the abrupt and- to her- ludacris question, “The what?” she spluttered. Did her blonde friend really just say that? She hadn’t even known the mall had something like that!


“The gloryhole.” Caitlin repeated, “It’s so boring today and I figured it would be more fun than sitting here.”


Nikki nodded, “I’m game, I’ve only been there once but it was fun.”


“What?” Jen asked again.


“Come on Jen you’re acting like you didn’t even know about it.” Caitlin giggled.


Jen’s blush deepened, Nikki noticed, and laughed. “Oh my god you didn’t know!” She laughed, “Geez Jen what do you do when you want to get some then? You haven’t been on a date in ages!”


Caitlin gasped, “What if she hasn’t been getting any over the past couple of months?”


Nikki laughed even harder while Jen scowled, “So what? Just because I haven’t sucked a cock in a few months doesn’t mean anything!”


Nikki smirked at the other girl, “It means that you really need some supplement D and protein. ASAP.” She told her, “Now Caitlin and I are going to go suck some dick, maybe take one or two in our cunts or up our asses. Do you want to join us little Ms.Dry Spell?”


Jen bit her lip. It was true that she was a bit pent up. Between school, family stuff, and shifts at her part time job, she hadn’t even really been trying to get a new boyfriend and she did enjoy sex having slept eight of the fourteen guys she dated, but it was nothing compared to the sluts that were his friends seeing as Nikki somehow found out about and attended every sex party within a hundred miles- she claims to have gotten with a full thirty men- and Caitlin who’s twenty seven ex-boyfriends would be more accurately called ‘fuck buddies she slept with more than three times’- Caitlin’s total was a solid forty eight men and eleven women if memory served.


Oh what the hell. “Lead the way you freaking sluts.” She sighed.


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The glory hole as it turned out was located in a small storage closet in a maintenance hallway on the top floor of the mall. Stashed inside was a half empty big box of condoms, a few cheap pillows that obviously hadn’t been washed for a while, and a tube of face wipes. The girl’s weren’t entirely sure where it connected to, but they didn’t really care, cocks came through and that’s all they really cared about.


Caitlin quickly moved to take the first round, stripping off her shirt and half cup bra to let loose her large C-cup breasts as she did. Taking off and throwing aside the piece of wood used to block the gloryhole to show it wasn’t in use the blonde settled in to wait for the men to start coming, sliding a hand under her skirt to help pass the time.


“Wow,” Jen remarked at the sight of the blonde’s chest, having a clear view from where she and Nikki were standing a few feet to the side of the kneeling girl. She knew her friend had a good rack to go along with her pretty face, it was one of the reason’s she always had a steady stream of guy’s willing to screw her in spite of her reputation as a ‘wham, bam, thank you my good man’ kind of girl, but knowing something and seeing it were two different things.


“I know right?” Nikki smirked, “and they aren’t all looks either, softer than pillows and they taste great.”


“Wait, you two have-?” Jen asked.


“Duh. What have you never gone down with another chick or something?” Nikki teased getting the answer from the blush on her brunette friend’s face. Sure she knew that most girls probably didn’t go at it with other girls unless they were gay or bi, but the fact that Jen was the only one of the three of them who hadn’t didn’t really fit the situation they were in. They were about to watch each other suck some strangers’ dicks for fucks sake! It was not the time or place for sexual barriers. “Well we can’t have that now can we?” She asked rhetorically rapping her arms around Jen’s waist and drawing her close. Before Jen could even think to protest the asian girl pulled her into a deep tongue filled kiss.


Seeing what her friends were getting into from the corner of her eye Caitlin rolled said eyes and focused on the still empty gloryhole. ‘Let them have their little les-sesh, mama wants some dick first. I’ll play with unlucky number three when we switch.’


As if summoned by her perverse thoughts the very male sex organ she desired pushed its way through the hole through the thin wall (a wall that was just shy of one inch thick, Caitlin had measured). ‘Hispanic, total length five and a quarter inches give or take, thickness looks average.’ The horny teen quickly analyzed ‘A dime a dozen kind of dick. Damn.’ While in an actual sexual setting an average dick could more than satisfy her if the owner had some skill, at a gloryhole where the man did nothing but supply the member it was all about size and how big his load was.


Putting her disappointment out of mind Caitlin descended on the rod of hot flesh. Her tongue, well practiced and skilled, ran up and down the lucky man’s length covering it with her saliva and tasting the sweaty flesh. She wouldn’t lie and say that she was in love with the taste of cock or cum, but there was no denying that they sent shivers through her body set her pussy alite. It was those feelings of hedonistic pleasure sucking cock induced in her, not the taste that kept her coming back to the hole.


When she was satisfied with the coverage of the now glistening dick Caitlin leaned back and looked cross eyed down the engorged flesh. With a quick kiss to the tip the blonde slut really got to ‘work’. She pressed her tongue against the very tip, spiraling out with slowly building circles as she took the playful approach, toying with her anonymous playmate. Swirling lings left her strong, wet tongue slithering around, swishing about further and further down as she put more and more tongue to work the further down she went, rather than only bothering with the tip. It slowly immersed the shaft in warmth and wetness, giving him a slow prelude to what was to come. It made the dick she was servicing twitch, and a little bit of pre splattered onto her lips, which challenged all of the teasing she'd been so happy to get down to as her hunger got the better of her. Opening her mouth just enough to permit the very tip of the unknown man’s penis Caitlin began leaning into the wall, slowly but surely taking the rod of flesh into her mouth her lips dragging firmly across the entire length as she did.


The blonde heard the man start to lightly moan on the other side of the wall prompting her to give a small mental smile at how quickly she was able to produce such a reaction.


Now with the man firmly in her mouth and his scent filling her head Caitlin started to softly suckle on the rampart flesh, bobbing her head along most of its length at a speed that wasn’t slow by any means, but wasn’t quite the frantic pace she set when actually fucking someone. On the other side of the wall the man’s moans rose in volume. ‘Christ don’t tell me he’s a quick shot.’


Pushing forward, she swallowed down the rest of the cock in one go, and suddenly snapped into a very different beast entirely. Her lips wrapped tight around the aching flesh and her head started to bob back and forth rapidly, slurping down the cock noisily as the taste and thickness in her mouth made her salivary glands whip into mad, frantic overdrive. She was so horny, so hungry, and her body slammed down onto the dildo as she shouted out in delight, starting to bounce happily onto the toy as her body fell into the familiar set of motions of riding one phallus and sucking on another, each requiring their motion movement and a little tricky to do in concert at the kind of speed that the rich girl liked, but she'd had plenty of practice on her knees at this very stall.


The man’s orgasm hit like lighting, no warning whatsoever and over far to soon. Only two spurts of warm cum erupted from his now deflating cock. His orgasm had and finished the unknown man extracted his softening dick from the gloryhole, leaving without a word. ‘Not too bad all things considered.’ Caitlin thought licking her lips, “Okay, who's next?” She asked her friends, turning to face the other two girls.


While the blonde was busy dealing with her desires, Nikki had taken it upon herself to show Jen that her skills went beyond pleasing men. Jen had been stripped bare, her perky nearly C cup tits and clean shaven pussy exposed to the slightly chilly air of the gloryhole room, Nikki had pulled the other girl close and was sucking one of her small pink nipples while one hand roughly fondled one ass cheek and the other thrust in and out of the incoharent girl’s drooling quim.


Unlatching herself from the burnett's tit Nikki looked over to answer Caitlin, “I am, can you take care of Jen until her turn? She’s ah, a little needy right now.” the asian girl said with a smirk, giving Jen a harsh slap on her ass as she did getting the girl to let out a loud gasp of pain and pleasure and attempt to pull her friend’s head back to her bosom.


Caitlin giggled at the sight and nodded, “With pleasure.” She purred. Walking over to the pair Caitlin forcefully turned Jen’s face her way, and unknowingly mirrored Nikki’s earlier actions by driving her tongue into Jen’s now much more eager mouth. The lingering taste of cum on Caitlin’s tongue was almost enough to shock Jen back into awareness, but the same sexual desperation that made it so easy for Nikki to put her in her delirious state prevented her from leaving it quite yet.


Leaving their more prudish- not that that word really meant much to any of them- in the hands of Caitlin, Nikki made her way over to the glory hole just in time for another cock to make its way through. It was about average length from the looks of it belonged to someone with black skin, and judging by the smell the man had either just gotten done with a workout or was in bad enough shape that making his way to the hole had worked up a fair sweat.


‘Okay, that is not going in my mouth.’ Nikki thought. She might not mind a bit of sweat and all, but this was a bit much for her tastes. The question now was how she would deal with it? She couldn’t just give the guy a handjob without seeming like a bitch, and while she and Jonesy might have been on a break at the time she didn’t want to have another guy’s dick in her ass or her pussy without him there beside her like when they went to parties.


‘Titjob it is.’ the Asian teen nodded to herself, quickly taking off her shirt and bra and throwing them aside, revealing her small B-cup breasts to the air. She was the smallest in the chest compartment among the three girls, but like a man’s dick size, it was just as much about how you use what you have as it was how much you got. To an extent anyways.


Pressing the hard phallus into the valley of her moderate bust Nikki began to lift and drop her body with her thighs, sawing the sweaty man’s cock between her breasts at a slow pace to start, but quickly quickening as she got her rhythm and the moisture of his sweat made the passage easier. The Asian girl hummed at the feeling, while they might not be as sensitive as some other girls’ she still felt a good deal of pleasure at the feeling of her tits being rubbed.


The sound of a low groan on the other end of the wall was obvious and telling, it might not have been what he had come for, but the sweaty horndog was more than happy with Nikki’s service. “Come on you smelly fuck,” She whispered under her breath, “Cum for me, cover me with your fucking cum like the bitch I am.” She encouraged the unhearing man. Yeah she tended to run her mouth a bit when in the heat of things, but hey some dirty talk never hurt anyone.


Wanting to give and take as much pleasure as she could the Asian teen grabbed her small tits by their diamond hard peaks and pulled them out and together, covering as much of the cock between her bust as possible and causing shivers of arousal through her lieth body. The only thing that could make this better- aside from Jonesy’s own dick being shoved into her needy cunt- would be a nice big load of cum splattered across her face and chest. And she would get it, she was skilled, determined, and horny as a woodland nymph there was no way she wouldn’t get this bastards cum.


As if triggered by her thoughts the man’s groans took on a new pitch and with no more warning, several spurts of slightly watery seed dribbled from the swollen head of his cock. ‘Damn’ Nikki silently bemoaned, ‘He must have jacked off a time or two before coming here. And I really wanted a load of cum on me.’


Turning away from the once again empty hole Nikki turned to look toward her two friends finding Caitlin now as naked as Jen while the brunette herself seemed a bit more coherent, or was at least self-aware enough to wrestle with Caitlin’s tongue with her own. “Jen,” Nikki called over, “You’re up pruddy slut.”


Managing to break away slightly from Caitlin’s sensual assault Jen looked at Nikki with glazed eyes “That doesn’t even make sense.” Jen said breathlessly.


Nikki rolled her eyes, “You’re a horny little cunt who refuses to cut loose nearly often enough to sate yourself. You are a slut acting like a prude. Now get over here and get yourself ready for the next dick.” She ordered.


“Yeah, okay.” Jen nodded and stumbled her way over to the hole, dropping to her knees in front of it to wait. Like with the others the wait was a fairly short one as nine inches of pale rock hard dick made its way through the gloryhole to poke Jen on the nose.


Caitlin gave a small gasp and Nikki whistled at the sight. Nine inches through the hole meant the guy was a full ten inches long, they were a little jealous to be honest. Jen got the biggest cock to suck out of the three of them.


Smiling in her still half dazed state Jen leaned into the wall and gave the large dick a long slow lick from the flat of the wall to the very tip of the phallus where she planted a deep loving kiss. This wasn’t like Jen, usually she was a bit more composed when confronted with a man’s cock to pleasure and enjoy, but Nikki and Caitlin’s ministrations over the past hour had left her a bit on the desperate side of horny.


Giving the strangers cock a few pumps to spread her spit she leaned forward, and brought her lips eagerly down against the shaft, showering it in a few more eager kisses as she closed her eyes. The groan she heard from the other side was all they could give her, all they could do to her. Jen was almost sorry that this was all she could do, her head surging with twisted delights as she let her tongue drag out of her mouth and run along the shaft in broad, eager strokes. Soft moans helped rile the man on the other side up while getting her even more excited too, helping to make her arousal something almost tangible and physical as she adored the stranger's cock.


Jen’s arousal owned the moment, as she sank deeper into it at her own pace, her tongue getting a bit firmer along the shaft, the gossamer-thin streaks of saliva she left on the shaft replaced by a thicker coating of saliva, amid quicker kisses and a slightly faster stroke. The hand that didn't grip the cock sank slowly down her body as she squirmed and fidgeted on her knees, feeling at the damp heat of her mound, her body already craving something fiery and carnal. She felt herself lit up with with an excitement that nothing was going to be able to conquer, and she pressed happily forward, letting her appetites speak for themselves, all while Nikki and Caitlin watched their friend in a lustful awe.


‘Jen really knows how to work a dick.’ Nikki thought licking her lips, ‘I wonder how she’d do with eating pussy.’ She shivered. If her relationship with Jody ever went south, she knew where she was going next at least.


Caitlin meanwhile wasn’t thinking anything nearly as coherent. With nearly her entire hand thrusting in and out of her gushing cunt all she could really think of was how she wished she had a video camera to record this with. It was so much better than the porn she usually got off on!


“GLACK GLACK GLACK!” Jen almost choked, the now twitching cock completely buried down her throat. Her playmate was close, she could feel it, just a little more and..!


The man’s orgasm hit like a hammer, a virtable wave of cum erupted from the stranger’s cock nearly making Jen pass out as it blocked her airway. The teen’s eyes rolled back into her head as her vision started to darken. Just before she passed out Nikki pulled Jen off of the colossus sized dick allowing the girl to catch her breath.


On the other side of the wall the unknown man heaved a heavy sigh of content and left, once more without a word.


“Well that looked like it was fun.” Nikki teased Jen with a smirk, “I didn’t know you could deepthroat.”


“Neither did I.” Jen panted, “But damn was that amazing.”


Caitlin giggled and stood up, stretching her arms above her head with a sensual moan instantly making both Jen and Nikki to stare at her heaving chest, “So are we done here? We’ve been here nearly an hour by now, shouldn't the guys be showing up soon?”


Nikki sighed and nodded, “Yeah you’re right lets-” the asian girl cut herself off, looking at the gloryhole with slightly widened eyes. Following her gaze the other two girls saw that someone had inserted their shaft in the hole while they were talking. “Girls.” Nikki whispered not taking her eyes off the six inches of exposed flesh, “That’s Jonesy’s dick.”


Jen’s eyes nearly fell out of their sockets at the news, the girl almost jumping away from the cock of her step-brother. No way was she touching that thing. No way in hell.


Knowing that their friend wouldn’t want anything to do with this one Nikki and Caitlin shared a look, Caitlin’s questioning and Nikki’s contaplantive. After a few seconds the still kneeling girl shrugged and motioned the blonde to join her positioning herself on one side of her boyfriend’s cock while Caitlin got on the other side. Giving her blonde friend a brief nod Nikki signaled her to start.


With Nikki starting at the base of Jody’s dick Caitlin took the head, each girl dragging their tongues in opposite directions along his length causing the boy to let out a surprised but no less pleased groan. The two girls worked in near perfect sync always moving and only passing at the very middle of Jonesy’s length, their eyes never breaking contact with each other. This wasn’t the first time that the two had worked together in a sexual manner, but it was the first time it was for someone other than the two girl’s themselves.


Knowing her boyfriend and his weaknesses when it came to getting head Nikki ended one last pass to the tip of Jody’s cock where she began to suckle on the swollen head, pressing her tongue into his pisshole as she did. Caitlin, seeing that her friend had changed her roll, moved to Jody’s underside, dragging her tongue along the lower half of his member.


To his credit Jonesy was able to last nearly ten minutes under the combined skills of the two girls, one unknowingly his girlfriend and the other a member of their group that he had occasionally tried to convince Nikki to invite to join them in a threesome, but in the end Nikki felt the telltale twitches that signaled his approaching orgasm.


Pulling her blonde friend away from his shaft Nikki released Jody’s sensitive head from her mouth and held Caitlin close, both girls mear inches from the swollen head. With a smirk Nikki raised her free hand and with her thumb and middle finger gave her boyfriend’s dick a single flick directing on his exposed cock head.


It was like she pulled the trigger of a gun, that single flick set Jody off instantly, four hot, thick ropes of cum splattering across the faces and exposed chests of the two teens on the inside of the glory hole. Had Jonesy seen the picture he had painted or the intense makeout cumswap that came of it he would have had no trouble keeping himself erect. As it was though he did not so just like the other three men who had been there before him he stuffed his now satisfied member back into his pants and walked away. He was supposed to meet with the girls and guys soon.


“Right,” Jen said watching her friend’s with a mixture of jealousy at the kiss and disgust at the thought of the taste of her step-brother’s cum, “We never speak of this. Agreed?”


“Yeah yeah.” Nikki broke off the kiss to waved her off, “Like we’d ever tell anyone anyways.”


“Good.” Jen nodded, “Now let's find our clothes and head over to the Lemon before the guy’s all show up.” She ordered, secretly making plans to call in one of her off days for tomorrow and return to the hole. She might have gotten the biggest dick of them all that day, but she had neglected her pussy and would have to rectify that.

[El Heffe]

Man of Steel, Woman of Lightning by DevilDuck

Round 2

Livewire was reconsidering setting fire to an orphanage.

That was the traditional way of getting Superman’s attention after all; burn down a building, rob a bank, or kidnap one of the same half dozen people who always got kidnapped. But knowing that big blue was dating one of the reporters at the Daily Planet Leslie figured he would eventually flyby which was why she was staking out a neighboring rooftop. She didn’t want to fight him, far from it, but she knew that a backdrop of crime would make it hard to convince him of that. And once she did get him to she things her way she didn’t want to worry about first responders or hostages interrupting.

As the wait stretched on though she started having second thoughts. Who said witnesses would be a bad thing? And a little roughhousing could just be seen as foreplay. This waiting certainly wasn’t getting her anywhere; she’d been there almost twenty minutes already and still there was no sign of blue.

“Can I help you?”

“Aaah!” She spun to see that the Kryptonian had dropped out of the sky behind her. “You’re not the one who sneaks out up on people.”

“Leslie…?”

“What? I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was-” Wait, she wasn’t doing anything wrong. Why was she acting like a misbehaving child. “I was hoping to see you. Alone.”

“I don’t think-” Reaching up she stopped him with a finger on his lips.

“I don’t think anyone could see us up here. And if they could you’d spot them first with your supervision right?” She slid down to her knees as she spoke putting her hands and face level with his waist by the time she was done. If he was going to go all boy scout and try to stop her this would be the moment; he wouldn’t let her pull down his silly red briefs. He would grab her wrists and pull her hands away before she could expose him to the world.

Or at least the air since no one could see them up on the rooftop, right? That’s what she had told him, that’s what she had said to keep him from going all upstanding citizen on her but she could have been wrong. The were buildings taller than this in Metropolis, the neighboring Planet and more distant Lexcorp just being the most famous, so it was entirely possible that someone was looking down on them. Some cape-watcher with a telescope could be seeing more of the big blue boyscout than they ever expected.

Now she could get down to business, she could stroke him, run her tongue along the underside of dick, even give him a little nibble all in an attempt to drive him crazy without ever once giving up control. That had been her mistake last time, letting him set the pace, letting Ms. Lane direct the action; of course Superman was faster than her, stronger than her, but she was smarter. She had the skills to drive a man crazy. By the time Leslie finally slipped her mouth over his cockhead and started bobbing she was certain that his stoicism was mostly a facade, he may have been pretending to scan the horizon but there was no way he could keep his eyes focused when his dick first hit her throat.

“I have to go.”

“You’re not going anywhere until I’m finished.” she had to swallow a mouthful of saliva before answering but she tried to make sexy as she could by licking more of spit from his shaft between her words.

“Leslie, I-”

“No,” she cut him off with a small jolt of electricity right into his groin. Though the spark produced a very satisfying twitch it wouldn’t hold him for long, even if she repeated the trick, so she had to get back to work fast, taking him back into her mouth and trying to push herself down as fast as possible. He wasn’t going anywhere with his dick in her throat.

When Superman’s hands closed on her head Leslie started sucking and prepared an extra large charge to keep him from pushing her away but he didn’t. Instead he started moving her mouth up and down on his shaft, helping her get him off. This was a loss of the control that she had ambushed him to get but it was worth it to keep him there. It was worth it if it meant he was choosing her over being a hero even if it was just for a minute.

Even if she was letting him take control that didn’t get her off the hook; she was more than a set of holes for him, she was still trying to prove at least that much, so she kept her tongue moving. She kept it swirling around his shaft when she wasn’t trying to stretch it out to lap at his balls. She also tried to match his rhythm, breathing when he moved back and swallowing when he moved forward so that she wouldn’t gag too much, her eyes wouldn’t water too much and she could gaze up at him with affection and joy were he to ever look down at her.

Then he picked up the pace.

The Kryptonian started thrusting his hips to meet the movement of her mouth, his cock hitting the back of throat harder with each stroke breaking her out of whatever rhythm she had been on the verge of finding. Worse was the fact that he kept moving faster, gaining speed with each thrust keeping her from adjusting, stopping just short of supersonic. Each skull rattling impact of his pelvis against her lips was accompanied by a loud, wet slap that rang in her ears but not the sonic boom there would have been if he had been moving full speed. Leslie’s body was shaking like a ragdoll and he was still holding back.

Even she wasn’t sure whether she moaned or whined when she figured that out; either would have been appropriate, and either would have fit the weak sound which was all that she could manage. She could no longer manage to move her tongue, she could no longer suck, no longer swallow. She could no longer even manage, not with a dick so quickly moving in and out of her throat, it was all she could do not to pass out.

Black dots floated in front of her, dancing between her and the ‘s’ on Superman’s chest but she couldn’t let herself blink them away. She couldn’t risk letting her eyes close even for a moment for fear that she couldn’t open them again, that that would be the moment he finally glanced down making her look weak. She wasn’t weak, she could take whatever he had to ditch out and she would prove just as soon as he came.

Despite her focus on that goal she almost didn’t notice it when it started; her mouth and throat had started to go numb from the constant assault and Superman’s balls were as powerful as the rest of him so it was almost possible for her mistake the first shot of cum’s impact for another blow from his cockhead. If he had kept fucking her face at the same pace she surely would have figured it out on her own, noticed how the surges of cum didn’t match the rhythms of his thrusts, but she didn’t have to. After that first twitch he buried himself as deep as he could in her throat, grinding her lips against his pelvis, and dumped the rest of his load straight down her gullet.

The second he was done he dropped her, ripping his dick from her mouth so fast that of Kryptonian seed she had been desperately trying to swallow got pulled out with it, and flew off to the rescue. And Leslie couldn’t be happier.

If she were anyone else, if she was that reporter Lane, he would have waited at least until she had cleared all the cum out of her airways. He won’t have just left her as just a sloppy, sticky mess for anyone to find or use but he went. He trusted Livewire to take it and take care of everything. That made her special.

[El Heffe]

Pity to Domination Fuck by SeventhKing

“Okay you know what string bean?” Leshawna snapped at the orange haired nerd that had been after her since she first arrived at the land of torture that was Total Drama Island, “Fine, I’ll give you one go at me. Just one if you agree to leave me alone when you are done. Deal?” She growled.
Honestly at least when they were on the Island Harold had been subtle about wanting to pound her big black ass, but now that they were at casa de loser he was all but saying it outright whenever he could say a single word to her alone. It was kind of sad and pathetic, not to mention a bit irritating, so she’d give him a quick ride. Someone like Harold would probably last a solid six seconds and then she’d go back to just enjoying the resort.
Seeing the pale teen nod rapidly Leshana instructed him to meet her in her room that night at midnight so that the other residents of the resort wouldn’t see them and left to enjoy the rest of her day.
That evening Herald could not for the life of him sit still, he paced his room, he jacked off three times, he even did pushups… well he did three pushups before his arms gave out anyway.
Finally the time came for him to meet his bodacious love and prove to her that he was worthy of her.
Like a ninja the nerdy teen quickly made his way through the halls of the Loser Resort until he was outside the door of Leshawna’s room and gave it a quick burst of knocks. It wasn’t long before said big butt coco colored gal opened the wooden barrier and greeted her guest dressed only in a thin, transparent purple nighty and pitch black underwear. Her typical sleeping attire but something that still made Harold stiffen in more ways than one.
Seeing the shifting in the other teen’s pants Leshana rolled her eyes. Compared to the guy she knew back home who she gave her V-card to Herald was such a sexual spazz. No experience or control over his lust. It was kind of pathetic really.
“Come on already Herald, you got a fat ass to tap and I have some beauty sleep to catch.” She sighed, leading him into her well sized hotel room and queen sized bed. Stripping out of her loose bedwear the slightly tubby girl crawled onto the bed and gave her phat ass a slight shake, “Well Stringbean? I know you can’t resist this baby so come and get it.” She told him still not really caring about the upcoming experience.
Herald swallowed, this was it. ‘I only got one chance to make the right impression’ he thought, ‘I have to make her want to come back for more. Those how to videos on how to give oral better have been up to stuff!’ He internally yelled.
"Not yet." He said, but resisting the urge to just shove his erection into her folds was starting to hurt. His cock was throbbing with the desire for release and his balls were full to bursting. But there was something more important than all of this that he had to do, to make sure he left her with the best possible memories.
He lightly rubbed her beautiful ass, itt was wide and thick, squishy to the touch and so very warm. He planted both hands on her ass and shoved his face into it, breathing deep the hot, sweaty smell of her nethers.

"Woah! What the hell are you doing?" She asked in shock, looking back at him.
"What I've been dreaming about all summer." He sighed happily, head swimming with the fresh, raw scent of his crush’s arousal. He pulled her cheeks apart and feasted on the sight of her soft, fat asshole. Tugging it out of the way, he pressed his lips to it and forced his tongue up her blazing hot anus.

"Ohhh~!" Leshawna squeaked, her butt clenching and her entire body jerking in surprise. He kept tight hold of her ass and forced his tongue in as far as he could go. Once he was starting to pull back, she was moaning heavily. "Oh baby! Oh honey, keep eating momma's ass! Who knew you were such a deviant? If that's what you want though, baby, then eat up!" This wasn’t what she had been expecting when she made the deal, but she sure as hell wasn’t complaining!

Her words got him even hotter. She was enjoying it and wanted more, he was succeeding! He wrapped his arms around her and pushed his face harder against her fat cheeks. His tongue hungrily plundered her asshole and her pussy drooled thick streams down her thighs. She moaned and pressed her bum back against him, hands squeezing tight over the flow of pleasure.

"Baby! Oh baby!" She panted, "You're making me cum! You're going to make my fat black ass orgasm! Fuck yes!"

Harold kept plumbing her butt until she squealed and wetness sprayed all over her thighs. His cock was hard as steel and practically drooling precum on the carpet. He didn't care though. He finally had her. He had her and he was going to show her just how loving and devoted he was.

"Ahhh! Yes, honey. Fuck, I'm cumming so hard!" She wailed, legs quivering all about.
He pulled back and licked his lips. All he could smell, all he could taste, was her powerful scent. It was pure heaven and he had to have more. He fondled her ass and eased her down towards the sheets, "Bend forward, Leshawna."
There it was. There was his nirvana. It was big and fat, plump with blood and arousal. It was more beautiful than he could've imagined. Her lips were that of a perfect woman. Thick, and sloppy with wetness. The labia were pressed together by the plumpness of her majora. He pressed his fingers to them and drew them apart. Glistening, hot lubricant stuck between them in large strands and the lustful smell from it completely overtook him.

He rammed his face into it almost violently. His nose rubbed against her wet asshole and he burrowed his tongue as deep as he could into her cunt.

"Ahhh! Honey, yes!" She exhaled sharply, "Eat momma's pussy!” She cried.
Every word from her inflamed him more. He devoured her like a man possessed, constantly fondling her fat ass as her juices dripped from his chin. He continued eating until she was panting with the exertion and another orgasm was imminent. This only made him go harder because he wanted to taste it, wanted to know what his mother's orgasm was like against his mouth.

"Ohhhh fuck! Baby, it's happening!" She wailed, clinging to the couch in desperation.

She creamed all over his face, splattering him liberally in her lust. He welcomed it. Welcomed every messy drop and wanted the scent of her to never leave him. His dick was on the verge of nutting just from everything he had done and all that she had done to him.
“I can’t take it anymore!” he cried, all but ripping off his worn pants letting his almost seven inched cock free to the air. Surprising given how small he looked when flacid, but something he knew was to his advantage here.
He grabbed her hips and lined up, nestling his tip to her spread cunt. With one strong move, he plunged deep into her. The feeling of her hot, sloppy teen cunt engulfing him made him moan like a whore. He pushed harder and got all of his pole into her, making her moan just as badly as him. He ground against her, squeezing his balls against her bulging clit, and reveled in the final union with his love that he had sought for so long.

"Damn, baby! You're so fucking big!" She panted, tongue hanging out of her mouth between gasps.

"Bigger than any you've ever had in here, right?" He asked, drawing back.

"Definitely~!" She screamed as he rammed back in, "Tons bigger! And nobody has ever eaten my coochie like you! Your mouth felt so good!"

He bucked his virgin hips erratically and wildly, losing it completely in the bliss of his crush’s cunt. He pounded away, listening to her musical cries until he came. It happened suddenly and hot spunk blasted her cervix. It flooded her womb and poured out around his dick. He panted and flopped over her sweaty back, dick lodged inside her as the orgasm of a lifetime drained him almost completely.
But he wasn’t done yet, there was still one more thing he had to do before he truly finished.
Moving around the prone form Herald once more lined his cock up with an opening into her sexy body, and without hesitation slid his barely softened erection into her mouth.
She hummed over the flavor of his dick and grabbed his ass. With a loving push, he slid his cock to the back of her mouth. He stepped up on the mattress and pushed her down onto it. With his feet planted on either side of her, he held onto her head and pushed down her throat. The determination in her eyes clearly showed her adoration of this treatment. She wanted to suck on every bit of his big schlong. With how he was standing above her, he had to squat down to get all of him down her throat and finally rest his heavy balls on her chin.
Leshawna closed her eyes and started to work his cock. Her fingers caressed his pale ass and he could feel her throat squeezing and swallowing around him. He lifted and slid back down, starting to fuck her throat properly. He got moving quick enough to get his balls slapping pleasurably on her face.
A few more thrusts and she started to smacked his ass hurriedly. He backed off and pulled out of her mouth. She gasped a deep breath and put a hand to her heaving tits, "My... Goodness... You're... Thick! Can't breathe... around it." She heaved.
Herald smirked at her words"Want me to continue?" He said, spit-wet schlong right in front of her.
Her nose twitched as she smelled his seeping precum. She stuck her tongue out, "Of course!"
He did so with relish, letting her take in a deep breath before slipping into her mouth and back down her throat. She took him right to the balls smoothly.
"Fuck yes! I've watched so much porn and always dreamed of doing this!" He moaned as he thrusted against her face.
Her pussy was aching as her fellow loser used her mouth so vigorously. She couldn't deny that the idea of fucking him forever was beginning to grow enticingly in her mind. She slurped and managed to squeeze a heavily scented breath around his shaft. Her head was swimming with possibilities.
"Damn it, get ready!" He grunted and pressed down on her, as if he were trying to strangle her with dick.

Deeply flavorful spunk erupted down her throat and into her belly. She hummed with delight and fondled his balls, urging him to cum more. He slowly pulled back and filled her mouth with the dregs of his load.
Leshawna said nothing for a moment savoring his thick, musky flavor for a little longer before swallowing. "Mmmm. Oh baby, your semen tastes so damn good."

"Glad I can impress." He chortled.

She stood up, "Hey, so can you go again?"

"Yeah. Just give me a minute." Harold nodded eagerly.

Leshawna grabbed his shoulders and pushed him over, "Just lay back. Let mama take care of you just how you want."

She didn't give him a chance to argue. She stepped up on the couch and squated down over his face.

The sight made Vincent drool. Her heavenly ass and wet, slutty pussy were right above him... For just a moment. And then she sat down completely. Her plump ass pressed to his face, her cunt splattering all over his mouth, and her butthole rubbing against his nose.

He grew erect again faster than he could've thought possible. With the hunger of a starved beast, he grabbed ahold of her soft backside and dug in. It tasted even better than before, having been worked up into a lusty fervor by the sperm pumped down her throat.

"Ahhhh! Ohhh! Damn, darling." The black teen gasped and gyrated her hips, "Apparently you like it when momma sits on your face." Her hands groped his cock and rubbed up and down it. "OOOOH! That's a yes!"
His tongue raged inside her as he rubbed his face against her chubby cunt lips. The feeling of her hot juices running down his face and inundating his every sense made his cock burn. When she got up, she was going to get it. He was going to plow this fat pussy until her eyes rolled out of her head.

"Baby. Oh yes. Eat mama’s pussy. Nnnggg." She groaned as her body bristled with pleasure. She tensed up on top of him and squeezed his head with her thighs. Her hot, luscious thighs.

As she came, he couldn't help himself any longer. He heaved her up and pushed her forward on the side of the couch. Her legs spread, one on the couch and one off, and he leapt on her.

"Herald! Oh God, what the hnnggg-!" She howled as his blazing shaft sunk into her. He rammed into her from behind, forcing her still spasming walls apart to give him entry. She clung to the arm of the couch, huge tits squished into the cushions beneath her, and tried not to bite off her tongue from the next orgasm.

Whether he sensed this or just timed it well, he wrapped an arm around her middle and grabbed the side of her head, sliding two fingers in her mouth to bite down on.

"Is that good Leshawna? You like my fat fucking cock?" He slammed his hips hard against hers and dug deep into her. She responded powerfully to his wild fucking, moaning through clenched teeth. He hissed in her ear, "I didn't think you could get any hotter than this fat ass, but you're proving me wrong. You're so damn sexy when you're creaming your brains out on my dick!"
He dug his fingers into her huge breast and grabbed a handful of her thick hair. With each movement, he pulled back better than half his cock and rammed it into her again. She didn't fight him dragging her head back and using her hair like reins. Their nethers slapped wetly together in a messy, staccato rhythm.

She moaned constantly. "Fuck me! Yes! Don't wait! Fill me with a huge load! Paint my black womb fucking white with your cum baby!"

He grabbed her hips in both hands and crammed every bit of dick inside her that he could. His huge balls boiled over and Leshana felt a huge stream of semen flood into the stale load that still stickied up her baby maker. She cried joyously and arched back against him. His dick slid a little back, releasing the seal his girth had on her. As he released more into her, it came flooding down around his shaft.

"Oh yes! Baby, kiss me!" She breathed, twisting to meet his face. Their lips locked tightly and their tongues entwined as the last of his cum poured into her. He held her close and fondled her huge nipples while they made out.

After a minute, his cock softened and slipped free, followed by thick streams of cum. Leshana sighed and leaned back against him again, "This is amazing... little man... Making me cum so very hard.

"Anytime mom." He said, kissing the top of her head. He meant it too, he knew that she would want more after all of that, her words made that clear, and he was more than willing to supply it as often as she could take it.