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The Superheroine Experience - 8
🕑 Added 2025-05-15 02:13:42 +0000 UTCThe fireplace burned and so did Don’s blood. It boiled in his veins, making his whole body run hot. Like a damn furnace.
The view before him was stunning - an Amazon in the buff, slowly drifting closer. A Kryptonian blonde on the floor, her abundant figure splendidly bare. His loving wives, yearning for another taste of him.
“Donny…” Diana crooned as she slinked towards him. “You wouldn’t make me wait, would you? I’ve been waiting for you all day.”
She was close enough now to touch him, running slender fingers gently along the top of his hard, hanging cock. Small slivers of bliss traced over his shaft, making the thickened rod twitch against the air.
Don let out a grunt. He could feel precum bubbling from the tip - or was it remnants of his last offering to Karen? It dribbled out to mingle with the slick fluids the blonde had left behind, proof of their coupling.
Diana closed her fingers around him. So warm, so firm, so soft was her grip. Don felt that familiar feral urge rise in his chest. The drive to consume, to claim, to conquer. It was made even worse as Diana spoke so sweetly to him.
“You’re so hard, so tense. Holding yourself back when you don’t need to.” Diana kissed him gently, her eyes glittering with the knowledge that he’d crave more. “You’re home now, love. You can cut loose, go wild. You want it. I want it. I want what you gave Karen. Go wild on me, Donny. Please.”
Simple, sultry words were all it took to loose the beast stirring within. Diana cried out in joyous laughter as Don scooped her into his arms. He threw her over his shoulder, carrying her off like she some claimed prize. Ahead of them, Karen rose onto shaky legs. Don sweeped her up as well, much to the blonde’s vocal delight.
With both of his women thrown over his shoulders, Don started his march. The fireplace may have been romantic, but his wives would need a proper bed once he was through with them.
As he headed for the stairs, Karen and Diana giggled and tittered amongst themselves behind his back.
“About damn time.” Don heard Karen snicker. “I was wondering when he was gonna stop playing husband…”
“And start playing barbarian.” Diana finished for her, snorting. “At least he’s fucked you already. He really is a brute, making me wait like this.”
They knew he could hear them. Don did not answer the teasing with words. They wanted a brute? They’d get a brute. He brought his palm down, clapping the full rounded cheeks of Diana’s backside. The little squeal of hers was most pleasing. Then he went and did the same to Karen, taking the chance to grope as he did. The blonde was more spirited, giggling as his fingers played roughly upon her soft flesh.
Don’s focus was singular. He was a man on a mission.
Up the stairs. Down the hall. The goal was just ahead. He shoved the door open with his foot.
The master bedroom. And there was the bed, waiting for them.
He tossed Diana and Karen down onto the sheets, relishing their playful cries of excitement. The bed creaked and bounced under their sudden weight… but the bouncing of their bodies was far, far more captivating.
Heaving breasts and rippling thighs was fuel for the blaze raging in Don’s guts. And their little smiles, the glimmer in their eyes. Inviting, daring, and so full of promise…
Don set his sights on Diana, his loving Amazon, and crawled onto the bed. His cock was hard, aching, ready. It was her turn to get bred.
The Amazon fell back, spreading her legs. Her fingers dipped between them, gliding through those glossy pink folds. A sigh poured from her mouth as she parted her lips. Welcoming him.
Don went to her, pumping his length with one hand. As he crawled to loom over her, Karen slid to Diana’s side. The blonde kissed at the Amazon’s shoulder, at her collarbone, at her throat and chin. Her tongue came out, leaving glistening smears in its wake. A tremor ran through Don’s cock as it hardened. More precum bubbled at the slit.
Karen whispered something in Diana’s ear then. Both women set their eyes on Don next. Blue fire drawing him in. An unspoken demand.
Don took Diana by the hips and entered her.
Bliss swallowed him up. It was like dipping his cock in heaven, the divine touched by the heat of hellfire. That heat seeped into his flesh, slithering into his balls. It shook him down to his core, drawing groans from his throat.
“Fuck…” Don let out, sinking deeper into Diana. “Fuuuuuck…”
Diana shuddered beneath him. He gave more of himself to her, more inches of the cock she demanded, and her sex fluttered even more exquisitely around him. The woman’s moans were honey dripping from her tongue as his cock pierced into her. Deeper, deeper, until he was settled between her thighs. Rooted. Sheathed.
“Oh… God…” Diana gasped, her hands clinging to his shoulders, to the back of his neck. The sting of her nails was sharp and splendid. Proof of how his presence shook her.
“Losing your nerve already, Di?” Karen teased. The busty blonde swept some of Diana’s hair from her face, delighting in the Amazon’s dazed look. “He hasn’t even started fucking you yet.”
Diana’s eyes shot open, clear and piercing. She gave Karen a pointed look. There it was, that competitive spirit. Don had to grin, even balls deep in hot, Amazonian cunt.
His lovely wives were always on the same page when it came to charming him into bed. That didn’t stop them from having this little game of theirs. It was just Don’s luck to be the man caught in a rivalry between Amazon and Kryptonian.
Sharp words were ready on Diana’s tongue, but a forceful buck of Don’s hips had the woman gasping again. Her eyes went wide, alight with a thousand stars. Don enjoyed the tiny flickers across her face, the faintest twitches at the corners of her eyes, her mouth. She was so lovely this way, stricken by sensation.
Diana squirmed on her back, sucking in shaky breaths. Her sex gripped him deliciously as he started to move, started to fuck. Heaven dancing around his cock. Her thighs closed on his waist, her ankles locking behind him, dragging him closer. It wasn’t long before the princess found her voice again.
“I’ll show you… how an Amazon gets fucked!” Diana bit out - towards Karen. The look she sent the blonde’s way was simmering.
Karen, of course, looked oh so sordidly pleased. She wiggled her ample form even closer into Diana’s open flank, slipping one hand between her and Don’s shifting bodies to feel up those bouncing, quaking breasts.
Don found focus. The softness of their curves, the sweetness of their moans and giggles and all those little sounds, they fueled his drive. Nothing spurred him on more than the succulent heat of Diana’s silky cunt.
The man huffed through his nose like an angry bull, holding tight to the Amazon’s wide, womanly hips. He punched his waist forth, slapping his pelvis to the woman’s inner thighs - stabbing his cock through sodden pink. The thrust forced the air from Diana’s lungs. She writhed, arching her back off the mattress. And the sound she made…
Don didn’t give her time to recover. His blood was up, his heart pounding. Another thrust. Then another. Spearing his manhood through the tightness of her sex. Every inch of him stabbing into her. Again and again, he worked his body into a hard, steady rhythm.
He gave his wife exactly what she demanded of him. What kind of husband would he be otherwise?
- - -
The ache between Diana’s legs was unbearable and utterly divine. It was the feeling of coming apart that had her head spinning, had every nerve raging, had her screaming until her throat burned.
It was perfect. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think with Don’s big, fat cock hammering into her pussy. And all she could feel was joy.
When she wasn’t seeing stars, Diana was seeing her man, her husband looming over her. All those beautiful, powerful muscles working in singular effort, tensing, flexing as he fucked her into the mattress.
Don was hot to the touch and so wonderfully solid. Hardly any give even as her nails dug into the skin of his back. On a base, primal level, it was deeply pleasing. Her pussy grew even hotter, fluttering along with her heart. Gripping his cock even tighter. Her body wanted him. All of him.
This was how a man should be. Strong, virile, indomitable. The only kind of man who had the right to sire a child with her - and Karen.
The blonde was there with them - as if Diana could forget, with the other woman’s sultry whispers and groping touches. The fact that Don had bred his other wife just minutes ago gave Diana a wicked thrill. It coiled and lashed deep in her belly, stoking the heat between her legs.
Karen, with her proud breasts and ample hips… all those bold, womanly curves… already they were nurturing the new life growing inside her. It just felt right. Proper. Perfect.
Diana wanted that. She wanted that connection with Don. She wanted all of the hot, thick seed boiling in his heavy, virile balls. She wanted it all inside her. She wanted her womb flooded.
Her yelps and shrieks gave voice to her desires. They rang through the air, filling the bedroom, rising even higher than the sound of the bed frame striking the wall.
“Fuck me!” The Amazon cried. Delirious. Desperate. Demanding. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
- - -
Karen observed, enamored. The vision before her was beauty. Carnal art.
Her husband and fellow wife were perfect bodies in motion. Brutal, almost savage was their coupling… but sensual and erotic all at the same time.
Big, strong, strapping Don was putting the proud, fierce princess right through the mattress. Each thrust had the whole bed shaking, the bed frame groaning under the sheer force. A delight to witness.
Karen had one hand on Diana’s breast, fingers teasing the hardened pink nipple that capped the teardrop tit. She watched the Amazon’s face, watched the way her brow pinched in strain, the way her lips parted as she panted and gasped and whimpered. Karen’s smile grew, her teasing fingers pinching just a bit tighter. Her eyes drifted further down, down to where Diana and Don joined their glorious bodies.
The connection was wet, sloppy, even violent. A soaking wet cunt, pummeled by the biggest, fattest, most monstrously veiny cock Karen had ever seen.
Inches and inches of swollen dick. All of it disappearing into pink, velvet folds. Then drawn back out an instant later, slick and gleaming in the light. Then it was gone again, stabbing back down. Ripping wails of pure feeling from the woman’s throat.
The sound of their bodies coming together was obscene. Carnal music, filthy and savage - balls slapping against Amazonian ass. The sight of it was even filthier.
It all took Karen’s breath away.
“Fuck!” Diana shrieked as Don sank to the root. Her eyes were closed tight, face darkened from the strain.
“Fuck.” Don grunted above her, his powerful jaw clenched with effort.
Yes, Karen thought, giddy as she could be. Exactly.
“That’s it.” Said the blonde. She nestled up to Diana, resting her chin on the other woman’s shoulder. Close enough to kiss her. “Take it. Take his cock. Take his cum.”
Diana turned and met her eyes, her own clouded and misty. Still, there was a fire burning there. Burning hot and bold and fierce.
Then Diana snapped her eyes shut again and came hard, screaming.
- - -
Diana’s sex was a vise on his cock, gripping, quivering in a way that sent a maddening knot through his guts. Her scream rang in his ears. Don was too proud to care for the discomfort. They were screams of ecstasy.
The sounds of his wife’s pleasure made his cock stir, made his chest swell. But the job was only half-finished.
Beneath him, splayed on her back, was Wonder Woman. Eyes wide and crazed, face flushed with ecstasy. He wanted to see her face when he bred her… but the more savage side of him craved something else.
Don drew his cock from her. The way she mewled was like honey - the sweetness poured into his veins. She was racked with pleasure, too weak to stop him. With ease, Don turned the Amazon onto her belly.
He took in the curve of her back, the toned muscles of her shoulders. Lower he admired the curve of her hips and the splendid fullness of her ass. She wiggled her bottom up at him, throwing a blistering look over her shoulder.
He brought his open palm down hard on her backside. The Amazon whimpered again. Somehow the sound was even sweeter than the sight of her quaking flesh.
Karen was not one to be left out. She slid her hands over Diana’s poor, abused ass, fingers digging into the lush mounds. She dipped down and planted a kiss, then another. One for each cheek. Like she was preparing the way for him.
The blonde sent a devious little smirk his way. Then she spread Diana’s cheeks apart, revealing the pretty pink petals that awaited him.
Don huffed through his nose, nostrils flaring. His cock was like steel. His whole body howled for conquest. He made a fist in Diana’s wild black hair and ran her through.
Her scream was a bolt of lightning through his nerves, straight down to his cock and balls. His shaft twitched madly - as much as was possible with the sheer tightness of her sex. Hot and wet all around him, her folds choking him with honeyed bliss.
Every inch of his manhood was swallowed up, squeezed, milked. Don could only grit his teeth. Buried to the hilt in Amazonian cunt, his pelvis pressed flush to that magnificent ass, the man of the house could hardly move. He bucked his hips, making his wife gasp and shudder. He hissed out a curse.
“You’re… a brute…” Diana strained to speak, fingers tearing at the sheets. “An animal!”
“He’s a beast.” Karen was at his ear now, purring. Her hands slid over his shoulders, his bare chest. Her soft touch only made his blood boil hotter. The blonde let out a little hum then as she kissed his cheek. “He was made to fuck. Our own personal breeding stud.”
Maybe it was the words. Or maybe it was the way she said them. Karen had him seeing red.
Primal hunger raged deep in his soul. His heart hammered hard, spreading that fire to the rest of his body. He shoved Diana’s head into the pillows, holding her down as he unleashed his lusts upon her body.
Don drew his hips back and snapped them forward. His pelvis collided with Diana’s ample backside with force, sending ripples through her ass, her hips. Making the Princess of the Amazons scream.
His cock withdrew only a scant few inches before going barreling into her again, sinking deep, deep. The satisfaction of being rooted in such a lovely woman was delicious… but the urge to fuck was stronger.
Don snarled and drew back again, taking just enough cock out of cunt to thrust back in with brutish force. Once more, Diana screamed. Once more, her body came alive - responding to him, accepting him. Hot skin thrummed under his palms, yearning for his touch.
Her sex quivered around his battering ram prick, slick, silky folds gliding over the thickness of his shaft, gripping so tightly that it was a miracle he could pull back at all.
Heat and pleasure choked his manhood, sending that wonderful ache into the depths of his guts. It crept into his balls, too. The seed that waited there roiled and churned and frothed.
Don snapped his hips forth, punching his cock as deep as Diana’s body would allow. She wailed and shook beneath him, her heated voice setting him off for good. He fucked her and fucked her hard. No grace. No finesse. Just pure, carnal need.
There was no Man of the House anymore. Just a rutting brute in his place. A beast with only one purpose. To breed.
Don gave himself to the savagery. His world was sweet, succulent Amazon pussy. It was a giddy blonde stealing kisses, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Paradise was the splendid shrieks ripping through Diana’s throat as he plowed her into the bed. It was the sweet words Karen whispered into his ear, cheering him on as he fucked and fucked and fucked.
The bed was shaking again, rocking hard and slamming the headboard against the wall over and over and over. Each thrust was echoed by a bang or a thump or an ear-splitting shriek. Bedroom music.
One hand in Diana’s hair, the other groping at Karen’s plump ass. His tongue danced with Power Girl’s while his fat cock was buried balls deep in Wonder Woman. Taking her from behind, making that perfect ass wobble and quake every time he slammed his prick home.
He enjoyed that slice of heaven for a time. Then Karen, beautiful, buxom Karen, broke their kiss to speak.
“Come on, handsome. Do it. Give us a family. Knock her up.”
Don saw white. A bout of rabid, savage thrusts followed, wild bucking hips against Diana’s prone form. The Amazon wasn’t even screaming anymore, just moaning and gasping as Don howled his way to the end.
A few more short thrusts and that was it. Balls clenched tight and let loose a rush of hot, thick seed. Bliss was the feeling of all that cum shooting down the length of his cock, load after heavy load flooding into his woman’s fertile womb.
Diana whined and whimpered as he emptied his balls into her, fingers weakly grasping at the sheets, at his bucking hips, at anything.
“More.” She managed to croak. “Give me more, baby! More! Please!”
Don gave her all he could. Every drop of his cum went into her tight, greedy cunt. Just as it should have.
His balls tightened again and again. A few more squeezes to spend the last of his offering. His cock twitched with each release, jerking within her tight sex as it shot off another rope of cum. It was a good ache. The best.
Don let out a long, deep sigh. Maddening pleasure gave way to soft, warm satisfaction. He dropped down, peppering Diana’s naked, sweaty back with small, gentle kisses. The woman stirred beneath, moaning weakly. The sound of a sated wife, Don noted with a tired grin.
Karen followed him down, offering her soothing touch to Don and Diana both. She hummed sweetly as she did.
As Don enjoyed the snug fit of Diana for a moment longer, his blonde wife spoke to him with a tone of shameless delight. Her words came with a wicked edge.
“There’s just no way she’s not pregnant. Well done, dear. But now that that’s out of the way… why don’t we have some real fun?”
Don took in a steady breath. The look on Karen’s face was lurid, naughty… but she wasn’t joking in the slightest.
Insatiable woman, the man thought.
But then again… this was the piece of heaven he paid for.
