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The Superheroine Experience - 7
🕑 Added 2025-04-22 00:52:52 +0000 UTC“How’s the roast, dear?”
Don chewed, savoring the rich, hearty flavor as the meaty juices flowed over his tongue. Across the table, Karen looked eager to hear his judgment. Bright blue eyes waited on his word.
He swallowed down his mouthful of tender roast. Already he craved another bite.
“Excellent.” Don answered. The way Karen beamed with pride had him grinning. “Best damn roast beef I’ve ever had.”
“Made with love and care.” Diana added. She too sat across from Don. Like Karen, she was happy to observe their husband enjoy their cooking. But while Karen was giddy, brimming with delight, Diana was much more subtle in her enjoyment. A flicker in the eyes - interest in what was to come. It was in her voice, too. Pouring from her lips. “Only the very best for our man.”
Feminine wiles kicked up to eleven thanks to the housewife personas imprinted on their minds. Don felt low for enjoying it as much as he did. But he did enjoy it. To have women like Diana and Karen fawning over him, pampering him, treating him like a king? For everything that he was, everything he had done, Don was still a man.
Don managed to keep a straight face despite the needling guilt… and the desire growing in his gut. He cut at his chunk of roast, taking off another bite-sized piece. He watched the meat shred under his knife and fork, so tender that it broke apart with barely any force. He watched the juices trickle onto his plate to mingle with the potatoes and the carrots. Diana and Karen had pulled out all the stops for him tonight.
“Maybe next time you could let me whip up dinner?” Don offered. It was the same offer he made last time. And just like last time, the girls weren’t having it.
“Oh no.” Karen almost threw her utensils down. “Not this again.”
Beside her, Diana was similarly unimpressed.
“You go out and work so hard all day, Don. When you come home, we need you to know that we appreciate it. That we value you.”
“I know you value me. It’s just-”
“Just nothing.” Diana was giving him a hard look. “You work, we cook. That’s how it is.”
Karen let out a small hum. Her voice was softer, sweeter… yet her eyes held a glint of mischief.
“Besides…” The blonde added then. “There are just some things us girls do better.”
And didn’t Don know it. To hell with the roast beef, the girls looked like they wanted to sink their teeth into him. Both of his “wives” were open books, but the only word he could read from either of them was sex.
“Finish up your plate and we’ll show you.” Diana’s voice was full of sultry promise.
While Don’s expression remained stoic, on the inside he was a whirlwind. His heartbeat quickened, hot blood rushing on through.
“Cutting dinner short after all the work you put in?”
Karen’s giggling was bubbly, sugar for the ears. Her smirk, however, was much more sinful.
“This is only the first dish, honey.”
“If you haven’t figured it out already, we’re the main course.” Diana slowly pushed away from the table and stood. Her movement was graceful, sensual, exuding sex in the simple act of walking. Like her curves were liquid, flowing here, flowing there. Magic in motion as she rounded the table. “I hope you left enough for the both of us.”
Karen was rising as well, her stride more bold, more provocative, but just as alluring. Sex on legs, the both of them. And oh, how snug their dresses were, hugging hips, fabric stretched over two sets of magnificent breasts.
The two women closed in on him.
Suddenly, Don found no interest in the roast. Neither could he find the will to argue. Two gorgeous angels looked down at him with love in their eyes.
An unwinnable battle for any man. Even Don Blake.
They drew him out of his seat. Led him off by the arms, pressing close into his flanks. They touched, they fondled, they stole kisses where they could. At his neck, along his jaw, right on his lips. It was a wonder they didn’t tumble down together, what with their focus on him and his body.
Don, of course, repaid his wives in kind. How could he resist? Their bodies begged for a man’s touch. And all the better, the two were more than willing to let him fill his hands with ass and tit and hip and thigh.
They made it as far as the living room before the girls decided they wanted a real taste of him. Karen stole a searing kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth. A short duel ensued - Karen relented in the end, giving Don free reign of her mouth. That is, until she and Diana shoved him onto the sofa.
The fireplace was burning, casting the living room in a warm glow. Karen and Diana matched the heat as they descended upon him.
Don was outnumbered. They tugged at his tie, jerking it away from his neck. Buttons went flying as they ripped his shirt open, leaving his muscled chest bare to their roaming hands and their eager mouths. They worked at his belt and fly, too. Fingers plucking buttons and zippers with feverish intent. All the while, they smothered his objections with more kisses. Deep, head-spinning kisses. They dragged their tongues over his skin, over the solid muscles of his abdomen. They laid kisses upon his chest, sucked at his throat. Both women giggling shamelessly as they did.
Don’s cock was fully hard by then. Swollen and straining against the fabric of his dark pants. The girls felt at him, squeezing at the bulge. Karen wrenched his belt away, tossing it with a giddy, breathless laugh.
“Been waiting all day for this.” She mused.
“You’re not the only one. Isn’t that right, dear?” Diana kissed his cheek, her hand sliding down between his legs. Her fingers brushed over the substantial outline of his shaft that tented along his inner pant leg.
Don let out a groan. His prick swelled, straining against the fabric. His cock and balls felt like they were suffocating. Luckily for him, that seemed to be the girls’ sign. Their efforts doubled. What clothes remained upon him were discarded. His shirt, gone. His pants went next. Karen slid down to the floor, tugging at the waist of his slacks. Pulling them down. Down. Down.
Until Don’s cock sprang free. It nearly batted Karen across the face. The blonde let out a small cry of shock… but quickly went quiet as her eyes fixed on the length of meat swaying in front of her.
Don’s manhood extended out and up, the shaft already fattened to its full thickness and bulging with veins. On her knees, Karen appeared to be regarding the cock as if it was an idol.
“My, my…” She hummed, sliding her hands up Don’s bare thighs. She inched closer, her focus centered on the cock’s swollen, gleaming crown. She cooed softly, her lips mere inches away. “So worked up already?”
Her tone was only partly teasing. Mostly, it sounded like she was in awe. The cock was aimed right at her mouth. So close that there was no doubt she could smell it. Don had been told more than once that his scent, his “musk”, was rather strong. And from the way Karen’s eyes were glazing over…
She didn’t put her lips to work yet. The blonde closed her fingers around the base - her warm touch was splendid and very welcome. Even better when she began stroking him.
“You two… are very compelling.” Don groaned out, relaxing into the sofa cushions.
“We’re a whole lot more than that.” Karen promised. The look in her eyes had turned wicked. Devious.
Diana slid off of the sofa then, joining Karen in kneeling on the carpet. Both women took space between his legs now. Behind them, the fireplace continued to crackle and blaze, casting the scene in a rich glow. Don breathed deeply, seeing his cock flanked on both sides by a beautiful, angelic face. Trapped by two pairs of lovely, glossy lips.
“Why don’t we show him?” Diana suggested in a deceptively sweet voice.
Don’s heart hammered hard. The two women shared a look, a smile. Conspiratorial. He knew then he didn’t have a chance. Don braced himself for what came next.
Two pairs of hands graced his cock, skillfully, lovingly drawing along the shaft. The pumped at his prick, massaged his bloated balls, fingertips teasing at the sensitive edge of the crown. Pleasure pulsed hot, making him twitch in their hands. A woman’s touch, doubled.
The sensation was heavenly and the sight was almost as stirring. Karen and Diana kneeling, smiling, giggling as they pumped their hands up and down the full length of his meaty rod. Delicious warmth squeezed around him, drawing maddening pleasure through his core, over his skin, lighting up his nerves. It seeped through his flesh, their delectable heat. It dug deep into his gut, making him groan.
“God, he’s so hard.” Karen said in a low voice.
“He’s so big.” Diana whispered in turn. She held his cock by the very base of the shaft, marveling at his size. “As thick as my wrist.”
It wasn’t the first time Don had seen that expression on her face, but the primal appeal it brought to him had not dulled in the slightest.
“That’s how a man should be.” Karen said dreamily. “Hung enough to give a girl butterflies. Just look at it. Look at that head. Don’t you just want to kiss it?”
Next thing Don knew, Karen was doing just that. Plump red lips smooched the tip of his cock. Her fingers continued to tease at the crown, brushing ever so gently along the edge. Don bit back a hiss. Karen hummed as she bestowed her affection, pouring on the love as she cradled her husband’s thick, meaty tool against her pretty face. Adoration shined as she gazed up at him, making his heart swell. His cock, too. It twitched against her lips.
Karen didn’t recoil. Her face lit up even further, delight showing clear. Her cherry lips parted, her tongue snaking out to play. It flattened against the glossy cockhead. She dragged the wet muscle over the tip, around it, coating the crown with her saliva. Warm, slick saliva. The blonde swirled her tongue next, moaning as she did. Lashing and licking until that fattened cockhead had a nice, gleaming sheen.
Don didn’t speak a word. Only groans and grunts left his lips. The ecstasy had stolen his speech.
One last kiss pressed to the tip before Karen pulled away. She let out a happy sigh.
“Fuck. That’s how a man should taste.” She still held him by the root, angling him towards Diana. “You try.”
The Amazon scooted closer, looking ever so eager. She sent a tiny smirk Don’s way. Playfulness was etched on her graceful features, but it was playfulness with an edge.
“With pleasure.” Diana purred.
The raven-haired beauty dipped her head down, putting her mouth to work on Don’s hardened cock. Deep kisses planted along his swollen rod, lingering, loving, just as Karen had done. But there were differences, too. Diana was more bold, more daring. Teasing just so with her teeth. Not enough to hurt, just enough to keep Don aware. She flicked her tongue over the slit of his cockhead. Once. Twice. Three times and more. Lapping up the dribbling precum with zeal.
Then Diana dragged her tongue back down. Down towards his balls. But that was no respite for Don’s manhood - not when Karen came in to take Diana’s place at the head.
Two sets of hands had worked their magic. Now it was time for two pairs of lips.
One woman suckled at the tip. The other slobbered over his balls. Pillar and stones both drenched in saliva, drowned in love. It was sublime.
“Girls… ladies…” Don strained to speak. It was an effort just to stay focused. “Please… take it easy.”
It was Karen who answered first - Diana had her mouth full.
“Don’t you go feeling guilty again. None of that nonsense.” Karen spat a glob of drool onto his shaft. The warmth from her mouth dribbled down slowly. Wet sounds followed as she worked her fist up and down the length of him, smearing that slickness over every inch.
Further down, Diana sounded her agreement. She slurped away from Don’s fat, churning nuts, now laying kisses upon his thigh. She rested her cheek against his leg.
“We’re right where we want to be. Doing what we want to do.” She told him firmly. Passion blazed in her eyes, in her words. Don could see pure want, pure hunger.
“You deserve this, baby.” Karen pressed her lips to one side of his cock. Diana did the same on the other side. Their lips were so soft, so warm, so exquisite. “Man of the house, remember?”
“Big strong Donny. Our hero. Our conquering stud.” Diana sang out in a low, honeyed voice.
His cock was trapped between them, between their mouths. Their breath ghosted over his shaft, tingling on the skin. Making him throb, making him ache. Karen’s angelic face lit up, her giggle coming out sweet and devious. She ran her tongue along the side of his prick, humming softly as she drew all the way to the crown.
“A cock like this is a two-woman job.” The blonde’s tone was pure sex.
“So let us take care of you.” Diana was pouting. A maddening sight. She batted her eyelashes. “Pretty please?”
“It’s our wifely duty.” Karen laid another kiss to the head, soft and gentle. She flicked her tongue out, swiping up more of the trickling precum.
“And after… you’ll have some husbandly duties to do yourself.” Diana said before putting her mouth back onto his cock again.
“I do?” The man raised a brow.
His wives didn’t answer him immediately, more focused on the thickened rod that demanded their attention. They dragged their tongues up the shaft in tandem, meeting at the tip. There, Karen and Diana joined in a kiss.
Don just stared. His cock jerked, swelling even harder. So deep was the ache he felt, it was no wonder to him why his cock was weeping. It twitched madly between Karen and Diana’s faces. Both women laid more kisses, more licks, undaunted. Before finally…
“I want kids.” Karen declared, cheeks flushed as she pulled back. She held Don’s cock in one hand, stroking it. “So you’re going to knock me up. Tonight.”
“No arguing.” Diana firmly supported her fellow wife. “Karen’s ready, I’m ready. It’s time we started a family. And starting a family is the fun part, no?”
Don was suddenly struck with visions. Diana and Karen dressed in loose, silk robes, the fabric parted to reveal swollen bellies and bare breasts - grown even bigger from pregnancy. Grand bosoms turned into enormous, succulent teats. They were radiant, glowing with happiness and love.
His cock surged, swelling in Karen’s hands. It was one thing to sleep with these brilliant, gorgeous women. But to breed them… the thought was appealing beyond description. A desire that burned at the center of his soul.
The girls read his face easily. They shared a giggle, wicked delight in their laughter. Perhaps some pride, too. They knew what kind of effect they had on him.
They returned their mouths to his manhood again, trying to push him over the edge. This time Diana tongued the head and Karen devoured his balls. Warmth and wetness drowned his cock. Bliss became his world.
Don let out a deep, rumbling groan.
“I… can’t say no to you two.” He relented.
Daring a look down, he could see the two girls brimming with pure elation. With renewed zeal, their talented tongues danced upon his cock and balls, lathering every inch of his manhood with love and spit. And when they weren’t licking him, they were sucking him. Or they were kissing each other.
It was overwhelming, the sheer intensity of their lust pouring out over his body. Diana bobbed her head, choking on the half of his cock stuffed down her throat. Karen nursed at his balls, trying to fit both in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around each bulb, like she was hoping to get a taste of the cum boiling inside.
Diana gagged around him once, twice, three times. Her throat convulsed around him, hot and wet and utterly sublime. Don let out a beastly sound when the Amazons finally drew away. Diana gasped as his cock erupted from her throat - the noise was absolutely filthy. She spent a moment sucking in air. Then she spat onto Don’s cock. Another coating of drool smeared over him by her stroking hand. Diana tapped Karen on the head then.
“Careful.” Diana warned her. “Don’t want to drive our man over the edge too early.”
Karen drew back up with a hum, looking shamelessly pleased even with the front of her blouse stained from all the drool dripping down from her mouth and Don’s heavy balls.
“Why not? It’s more fun that way?”
Karen leaned into her fellow wife, pressing her cheek to Diana’s. They both looked up at him, straight into his eyes, as they laid kisses together upon the fattened head of his cock. His blood burned hot, hot as the sun. His heart was white fire.
“So you really want kids?” A stupid question at that point. But he didn’t give a damn about the mind control. He just wanted to hear them say it again.
Karen lazily stroked his length with both hands, never breaking eye contact.
“With you? More than anything, baby.”
Her voice was soft and sweet and hammered at his heart. Don breathed in. He closed his eyes. And when he opened them again, he had the resolve of a god.
“Okay.” He stood up and loomed over his wives. He and the twelve inches of pride that stretched out from his groin. It swayed lightly in the space just over their faces. “You want kids? I’ll give you kids. Get out of those dresses.”
The girls were transfixed, but through the daze they lit up in excitement. Karen was practically wiggling with joy.
“Yes, sir!” Karen gave a cute, teasing salute as she stood up. “A little help, Diana?”
Karen didn’t wait, however. Her hands went to her belt, undoing the golden buckle with practiced ease. Diana rose to join her, reaching around from behind to pluck at the buttons of Karen’s blouse. One, two, three, each popping open, letting the fabric part to reveal more and more of the blonde’s creamy skin… and more and more of her abundant cleavage. Her bosom was contained in striking white lace. Don was looking at a frilly bra, floral pattern cups holding Karen’s great, juicy tits high and proud.
With the white dress loosened, Diana slid it from Karen’s shoulders. The garment flowed down her body, pooling on the floor. Now Don could see Karen’s matching panties. A triangle of sheer lace and two dangerously thin straps was all that hid away the mound of her pussy.
Then Diana moved aside, letting Don see her in full as she started working on her own outfit. The blue cocktail dress joined Karen’s on the floor. Underneath, the Amazon wore scant little things of scarlet satin. Frilly patterns crossed the fabric, much like what Karen wore. And like Karen, Diana’s lingerie made love to her body. A high-waisted thong cut into pliant, tanned flesh. A strapless bra cradled mouth-watering breasts. The grand swells demanded attention, the deep, deep valley between them calling out to Don.
Diana returned to Karen’s back, cradling the buxom blonde for a short time. Both women met Don’s gaze, delighting in how he drank them both in.
Their bodies were healthy, strong, flawless. Their beauty was perfection. Hourglass temptations that no man with a pulse could ignore. Temptations made even more maddening by the wicked allure of their lingerie.
The girls wanted him to knock them up. Those wide, splendid, baby-making hips… the gentle swell of their tummies… those full, ample breasts… all calling to him. Calling to his blood. His primal soul as a man.
“Are you ready for us, love?” Diana set a hand on the curve of her hip.
Don breathed in deeply. Blood rushed through his whole body, his cock solid as steel and bobbing light against the open air. His balls ached at the thought of pumping these two divine goddesses full of his seed. He gave his cock a few lazy strokes as he lumbered forward.
“More than ready. On the floor. Hands and knees.” He looked Karen’s way as he spoke.
The blonde, in her near nakedness, shivered so enticingly.
“I love it when you take charge.” She swooned.
Obediently and with a smile, Karen lowered the carpet. Hands and knees, just as Don directed. Meanwhile, Diana knelt off to the side, watching intently.
Don moved behind Karen, admiring the line of her back, the width of her hips, the way the fabric of her panties hugged at her body. He went to his knees, running his palm down her back, down to the rising swells of her lace-clad ass. Karen was warm to the touch, smooth as sin. Don sank his fingers into the pliant flesh, feeling primal delight at the fullness. Karen let out a little sigh, wiggling her bottom into his groping hand.
Shameless. Provocative. Don’s face was set hard. He lifted his palm and brought it back down. A sharp, solid spank. The slap rang loud but Karen’s squeal rang louder. The whimper that followed had his cock surging, weeping.
Karen’s pussy was the same. Don could smell it. Hell, he could see it - the darkened spot on the fabric that hugged the mound of her cunt. She was ready and so was he.
Don hooked his finger under the strip of lace and tugged it aside, revealing glossy, glistening pink. Karen was so hot and soaking wet. He ran his fingers over her, slow and deliberate through the silken folds, making her whimper again. Her voice broke into moans when he sank a digit inside her. She was even hotter within, damn near molten. His finger was drenched when he finally pulled it free.
“No holding back.” Karen urged in a blistering voice. She shook her ass at him again. The wobble was intoxicating. She was begging him now. “You know I can take it. Please.”
“Come on, Donny. Don’t torture her like this. She’s your wife.” Diana cooed from the sideline.
Don wore a wolfish grin. He swept his hand over Karen’s wiggling buttocks again, taking great pleasure in the squeak that left her throat. Even greater pleasure as he grabbed another handful of ass. Soft. Warm. Perfect.
“Just making sure you remember who’s in charge.” He spoke in a low rumble. Reaching down, he held his cock steady. Aiming his rod at Karen’s pink, sodden sex. The fattened head prodded her opening, sliding against the slickness at first. He ached at the heat coming off her. She was like a furnace.
Don needed it. He pushed in. Groaning, cursing, Don took hold of Karen’s wide hips as he sank his cock into her tight, fertile cunt. Inch after inch after inch. He didn’t stop, not even as his wife wailed. He stabbed his cock deeper, running the blonde through.
It was heavenly. And so were the sounds coming from her mouth.
“Oooooh!” Karen cried, squirming as she was skewered. “Yes! All the way in! All of it!”
Diana was there, too. Having moved up close, she knelt with her face pressed up to where Karen and Don joined. The Amazon watched, entranced, as Don’s long, thick prick sawed in and out of Karen’s sex. Stretching out her silken folds with each savage thrust.
“That’s it.” Diana’s words came husky, heated. “I want to see her take every damn inch of you.”
Don gave both girls what they craved. He pushed and pushed until the majority of his cock was buried in that molten pink. A low grunt ripped through his throat, bliss spreading through, arcing from nerve to nerve. Karen’s cunt gripped him, choking his manhood, silken walls fluttering over the shaft as her body responded to his presence.
Don took in a shaky breath. He forced his hips forward, snapping his pelvis against Karen’s rounded ass. The blonde shrieked.
It felt right. It felt perfect. His cock belonged inside this fine woman. This goddess. He was meant to seed her.
“You feel that?” He hissed through his teeth. “You feel me?”
Don slapped his palm down on her hip, thick fingers biting into the soft flesh. Karen moaned again, bucking back into him. Her cunt quivered around him again. Exquisite.
“I do, baby! I feel all of you! You’re so fucking big!” The sheer need in her voice consumed him. Don saw red.
The man of the house moved like he was possessed. Lust boiled in his blood, burning through his veins. He drew his hips back and snapped them forward. Karen shrieked again, pain and pleasure entwined. Don fucked into her hard and fast, sending ripples through the softness of her bountiful body. It was hypnotic, spurring him to go harder and faster.
With a beastly snarl, he gripped his wife by the waist and drove into her. Savage, merciless, powerful thrusts. His cock stabbed through soaking silk in a fury, plunging into liquid heat over and over and over again. Her cries fueled him, wonderful, heavenly sounds that fed his primal urge to breed. Her body begged for it. His seed yearned for it.
In his daze, Don wrenched Karen’s bra hook open. The white lace garment loosened and fell, with Diana there to ease it away from Karen’s ample, swinging tits. Don could see the outer, rounded edges of those breasts swaying beneath, maddeningly out of sight. Not ceasing his savage thrusts, he leaned his body down, coiling one of his arms under her belly, drawing her close. His other hand went to those magnificent breasts. He filled his hands and squeezed. Another broken moan wavering in her throat as his fingers played upon sweet, sensitive flesh. He rutted into her, more beast than man now.
“Baby- baby- FUCK! You’re… so… DEEP!” Karen sounded close to weeping. Diana was at her side, gently running her hand through golden hair, whispering softly in her ear.
“Just like you wanted, sweetie. He’s going to knock you up.”
“YES! God, yes! Don’t stop! Go harder! Deeper! Fuck me!” Karen reached back, grasping wildly at Don’s pumping hips. Her nails sank into his skin.
Don blew air through his nostrils, holding her tighter. He buried his cock inside with each thrust, his balls swinging, slapping against her mons. She was shaking now, trembling each time he struck deep. He couldn’t even make out her words anymore. Nor did he care to listen. He was fuming with savage, lustful need.
“Ask… and receive.” He snarled.
Don made a fist in Karen’s hair, forcing her head to the carpet. He worked himself to a blistering pace, hammering at her core. Joined together, he and Karen became an inferno. The fireplace could not match them.
Karen let out a long, desperate wail.
“Fuuuuuuck meeeeeeee!”
Don obliged. He fucked and fucked and fucked, hips punching forth with vigor and brutal strength that could make a Kryptonian blush. His rod plunged, pounded into pink, battering at the entrance to Karen’s womb. He could feel it in her shivering. He could hear it in her broken cries. She was racing towards the edge… but she wasn’t the only one.
There was a stirring in his balls, a seething heat only made hotter from his balls slapping against her dripping wet cunt. That heat was rising fast. His cock was a pipe ready to burst.
“Fuck!”
“Oh my Gooooood!”
“Fill her up!” Diana urged. Demanded. “Pump her full of cum. Knock her up, Don! Do it!”
That was it for him. Don held Karen tight and buried his cock all the way to the root. Karen out and ear-splitting shriek. Don bellowed a curse.
His balls clenched tight. His cock twitched and twitched, swelling even bigger for an agonizing instant. He spilled and spilled and spilled. The bliss he felt from the cum rushing forth was indescribable. He emptied his bloated balls, shooting rope after rope after rope after rope of seed. So much fucking cum going right down into her fertile womb. And her body responded, her pussy squeezing him, smothering him, swallowing up his offering. Like she was meant to have it.
Don let out a long sigh. He gave a few more short thrusts, wringing out the last few spurts of seed. All the while, Karen whimpered, too spent to move. She kept her full-moon ass in the air, letting Don have his way.
Diana remained close, watching it all in a daze of wonderment.
Once the load was spent, Don took in a deep, satisfied breath. The echoes of pleasure pulsed through his nerves, making him feel light, so light. It was delicious heat that slithered through his insides, burrowed into his flesh and bones.
Karen whined as he slipped his cock from her battered cunt. Don already missed her warmth, missed how tight she felt wrapped around him - though he couldn’t deny the appeal of seeing his seed dribbling from her pretty pink pussy.
He’d left his mark. Planted his flag. Done his duty as a man and husband. The sight of creamy white gliding over pink had his chest swelling with pride.
Karen fell forward, splaying out on the carpet. Soft moans fluttered from her lips. With her head turned, Don could see her face, her lidded eyes. The look of a woman so thoroughly sated.
He slapped his hand over her buttocks one more time, unable to resist the call of those smooth, rounded cheeks. Seeing all that lush flesh quaking had his cock growing hard again.
Then Diana was there, taking her own handfuls of Karen’s bountiful backside. She spread those pale cheeks apart, showing off that battered, well-fucked pussy.
Don watched as Diana licked her lips. His heart skipped a beat when she then licked Karen - dragging her tongue up through those silken, swollen petals, catching samples of Karen and Don in one long, lewd swipe.
Diana gave a sweet, sultry moan as she closed her mouth. She gulped it down. Don’s cock stirred. Her eyes shined brilliantly, love and wicked glee swirling together.
“Couldn’t let any of it go to waste.” Diana told him. She was eyeing his cock now. Her focus was searing, fixed on his slick, glistening rod. The cockhead was still smeared, dripping with cum. “Wow. You were really backed up, weren’t you? All the better we did this. What kind of wives would we be if we didn’t keep your balls empty?”
Rather than let her crawl towards him, Don met her halfway, until his manhood swayed in front of her face. Diana hummed happily, pressing her soft, red lips to the tip. A gentle kiss turned into something more. Her lips slid around him, her tongue quickly joining the fun. She swirled it around, over the crown, over the slit, gathering up all the slick smeared over his meat. She sucked. Sucked. Sucked. Bobbing her head, slurping as she did. Don ran his fingers through her hair, breathing slowly. Sweeter than any dream.
Then she pulled away with a lewd, wet pop.
Back on the carpet, Karen squirmed. Her little whimpers drew their attention.
“It’s… spilling out…” The blonde whined, weakly cupping her pussy with her hands. Don’s copious offering was indeed spilling free. More and more of it, dribbling past her fingers.
How much cum did he shoot?
The look Diana gave him then was equal parts lovely and absolutely filthy.
The Amazon lowered her face to Karen’s backside again, spreading the blonde’s cheeks with both hands. She brought her face right up to her fellow wife’s overflowing cunt. She opened her mouth, bringing out her tongue - she flattened it against Karen’s mound. With a throaty moan, Diana drew it up, up, nice and slow, lapping up a nice helping of Don’s seed. She drew her tongue back in and drank it all down. She let out a happy hum.
Delicious, her eyes said.
Then she went back in for more.
The sight, the sounds, they had Don’s cock swelling to the point of pain. It was a wonderful ache.
Karen was squealing as Diana feasted upon cunt and cum. It turned into a disappointed huff when the Amazon finally stopped.
Diana rose up, licking her lips. The hunger written on her face was nowhere close to sated.
“Cream-filled Kryptonian. My second favorite.” Diana smirked. “Right behind big bad Donny’s big bad cock.”
Don gave his shaft a couple, solid pumps. He released it, letting the rod sway in the air. Diana’s eyes followed the motion, fixated. A lioness staring at fresh meat.
“I’ve still got enough in me to give you a proper taste.” He said.
Diana sounded her interest as she discarded her scraps of lingerie. Scarlet satin tossed away, leaving her body bare. Desire was pouring from her, her tanned figure almost glowing hot.
The perfection of Diana’s body called to him. His cock was solid steel. So was his resolve. Though with a woman like Diana Prince… Don had his work cut out for him.
“Why are you still talking then?” Diana beckoned Don with a finger, eyes glittering. His craving delighted her. “Come over here and give it to me.”
