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🕑 Added 2020-08-29 01:00:01 +0000 UTC
Peter brought himself out of Nebula’s cunt and came up to straddle her head, offering his cock to her mouth. But instead of letting her suck it, he palmed her bald head in his hand, holding her still. He didn’t truly have the strength to force her, but Nebula found herself giving in any way. Dropping her mouth open and waiting for him to use it.
“Get down there and lick my balls, Gamora,” Peter ordered. “Suck them until my cum’s got nowhere to go but right into your sister’s mouth.”
Just as obedient as Nebula had been, Gamora got behind Peter, jamming her face between his thighs. His balls tasted of sweat and the excess cum left over from previous orgasms.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Peter gasped out. “Suck my balls—make me come in Nebula’s mouth like you want to drown her in my cum!” Then he turned his attention back to Nebula. “Won’t be long now, sis… hope you’re thirsty… Gamora’s going to get a lot of cum out of me when I… I… cooommmeeee!”
His cock erupted, cramming Nebula’s face full of cum. There was so much of it coming so quickly that Nebula’s cheeks bulged out—she couldn’t swallow it as fast as Peter’s spurting cock gave it to her.
“Drink it all, Nebula, drink all my fucking cum!” Peter cried. “Drink it and then I’ll fuck you in the ass!”
He couldn’t have offered Nebula a better bribe. Her mouth became a vacuum, the suction so intense that Peter’s balls were pulled out of Gamora’s splayed lips. Nebula wanted every last drop of Peter’s cum and she kept greedily sucking long after his balls had been drained. Finally, Peter had to pull himself away from her—Gamora holding Nebula’s throat threateningly to keep her from pursuing.
“More,” Nebula panted, cupping her swollen breasts in a plea of offering. “Fuck me again, Peter. Let’s all fuck again!”
“No,” Gamora said firmly. She got up, sighing, whirling her tongue around in her mouth to relish all she had tasted.
It was getting late and her sixth sense told her she should be satisfied with the ground she’d covered in rehabilitating Nebula, even if only by showing her there were certain temptations she could enjoy. But it wouldn’t do to stay in one place too long—they were not well-loved people.
She went to get a tranquilizer and some wine, ordering Nebula to take them both. Nebula quickly calmed. The fuck had already taken most of her energy; only the disproportionate lust that Peter’d awakened had kept her going.
“Thank you,” Gamora said to Peter before sending him on his way. “And if we’re ever on your planet again, I’ll take it personally if you don’t want another go at us.”
She kissed them both goodnight, Nebula with a passionate kiss, but she avoided a definite date for when they’d return to Earth, in spite of Nebula’s pleas. It wouldn’t be good to get too predictable.
Nebula yawned with drowsiness as Gamora tenderly dressed her in a robe. She paused to kiss Nebula’s thighs, her belly, the breasts that were still so pregnant with desire. She didn’t trust the glazed look in Nebula’s eyes, but it would put Nebula off until morning at least. And then? Gamora didn’t let the fearful thought spoil the evening with Peter.
Nebula moaned softly as Gamora sank naked with her onto the bed, letting the autopilot take them out as she enjoyed her own glass of wine and something to smoke. It had been a perfect little orgy, she judged with a fulfilled sigh. Not only was her whole body radiating happiness, but so was her sister’s. She could only imagine how appreciated, even worshipped Peter Parker was on his homeworld.
***
“Where the hell have you been?” Gwen demanded the moment Peter walked in the door.
Peter stopped in his tracks, looking down at himself, as if to check that she was talking to him.
“Yeah, you! Get in here!” Gwen stomped up to him, never looking more statuesque than she did in that moment, and took over Peter’s routine. Stripping his jacket off and hanging it up, almost kicking him into a hall chair where she could pull off his shoes. “You know it’s been two days? Two. Days.”
“I stayed overnight at the Ball,” Peter explained lamely.
“Yeah, of course you did,” Gwen breathed. “You fucked Jessica and Carol, and the X-Men, and you went to Heavenly Bodies, who knows what you did there… you’ve just been going nuts, haven’t you?”
Seething, she stalked off to take Peter’s socks to the laundry hamper. Peter followed her, feeling perversely comfortable as his bare feet sank into the carpet. “Was I not supposed to? This was all the plan, right?”
“You know what Mary Jane told me? Mary Jane told me she asked you about being our sperm donor.” Gwen threw the socks as hard as she could into the hamper, which wasn’t very hard. “Did you ever think we might want an answer before you have another threesome?”
“Gee, sperm donor, you make it sound so romantic…”
“Was it romantic when you sodomized Captain Marvel while she worked a glory hole?”
Peter was taken aback. “How do you know so much about me? What, do you have someone following me around?”
“People talk, Peter! They tend to notice when some average joe starts turning the most powerful superheroes on the planet into cum-drunk whores! You’ve practically got a waiting list, you know that?”
Peter blinked, a slightly dreamy smile on his face. “I do?”
Gwen snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Hey! How do you think it feels hearing what a great fuck your best friend is from everyone else on the planet?”
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Shendude
Well, this is an interesting development.
