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🕑 Added 2020-01-31 16:00:03 +0000 UTC
Her arms coquettishly crossed over her breasts, Diana turned away from Peter, showing off the full width of her ass. Not fat, but broad and firm with muscle. She slipped one side of her panties down before turning slightly, canting her hips to that Peter could see the dark hair now hovering above the lowered nylon. He watched as if spellbound while Diana turned away from him again, rolling her hips as if to music only she could hear. The panties came slowly down her toned thighs. She bent all the way over as she removed them, her bare ass up in the air, swaying slowly and teasingly from side to side. Peter could see the soft hairs between her legs and a pink flash that he thought had to be her pussy.
Diana slowly straightened, running her hands up her long legs and over her crotch and up her torso, but Peter only had one eye on it. Zatanna was kissing him, nibbling on his ear, pulling at his exposed cock with soft caresses. It was erect, pulsing as her grip sucked the foreskin along his trembling length, then tugged it back over his cockhead. Her gloved fingers ran over his scrotum as if feeling out the weight of his balls.
“Just so you know,” Zatanna whispered into his ear, “Diana and I are big into sisterly solidarity. So if you want to fuck that ass, you’ll have to please her pussy first. Then mine. Then you can have her butt.”
“And what do I have to do to get yours?” Peter asked as he gripped her ass, speaking with a confidence he didn’t know he had in him.
Zatanna smiled. “Say the magic word.”
It was an effort not to pant in sheer anticipation. Peter had forgotten his discomfort at the two women ganging up on him. His throbbing erection took precedent. He needed them, both of them, as if their sexual offer was somehow a challenge to his manhood that had to be met. He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on.
He kissed Zatanna, his hands on her hips. With his long fingers he pried apart her buttocks and pushed the pad of his middle finger between them, rubbing it against her anus right through her dress.
“Peter,” Zatanna gasped, feeling his middle finger tickle up and down the quivering valley between her buttocks. He pulled her dress up her hips, slid his hand under her panties, then made her cry out as his finger slipped into her ass up to the knuckle. He palmed Zatanna’s pert asscheek, getting as much of his finger into her hole as he could. “Oh fuck—say the word and you can have this ass right now!”
“Don’t make any rash decisions,” Diana said, her richly accented voice dragging his attention back to her. She had straightened up and was facing him, slowly approaching his body. Peter gasped at her loveliness—the cut gem perfection of her sex, the proud breasts perfectly crowning her tall frame. He’d wanted to fuck her before, but now that he saw the unbelievable gorgeousness of her naked body, it seemed simply impossible not to fuck her. “I won’t gainsay my sister. You can have my ass only after you’ve pleased her. But that still leaves the rest of me. Is there nothing here that tempts you?”
“Oh, please,” Zatanna breathed in disgruntlement. Despite how enraptured he was by Diana’s beauty, Peter was too compassionate not to feel a swell of pity for her. It wasn’t her fault. She was one of the hottest women he’d ever seen and she’d spoken to him as sultrily as Felicia ever had. Under normal circumstances, he’d be at her beck and call with one crook of her finger. But Diana was simply a goddess. What mortal—even when she was the most beautiful a mortal could be—can compete with that?
“Well, Helen of Troy,” Peter muttered.
Diana overheard him thinking out loud. She smiled—either basking in the compliment or appreciating the recognition he gave to Zatanna. “An apt comparison. But I think we can resolve this more… communally.”
She leaned over to Zatanna. Her lips brushed against Zatanna’s and like that, Zatanna was enrapt by her, mouth opening, returning the kiss with her tongue slaved to Diana’s own. When Diana pulled back, Zatanna let out a breathy sigh, as if she’d come a little. Peter could sympathize. A bullet of precum was running down his cockhead.
“I’ll take over his cock,” Diana said firmly, with an easy command that aroused Zatanna as she listened attentively. “You show him what you’re bringing to the table tonight. I’m sure he’ll be as tempted by you as I am.”
Diana moistened her lips as she set her eyes on his prick. Peter watched Zatanna work her shoulder straps off and slide her dress down her full breasts. Then he felt Diana take his cock in her lovely hands and slowly pump it, as if testing how much his surging erection could throb. Peter looked from one woman to the other, from the voluptuous bombshell who was bending to slide her dress down her thighs, her impossibly lovely breasts hanging enticingly under her, to the athletic and classically beautiful Amazon who was bringing her mouth to his quivering cockhead.
He gaped at the pair of heroines, his body shaking uncontrollably, like the anticipation of one of them was too much for him to hold in, much less two of them. Zatanna was naked now, wearing only fishnet stockings, white gloves, and an incongruous bowtie. She gave him a dazzling smile, setting her hands on her hips and striking a cocky pose, every bit as smug as her body warranted being.
Peter’s cock jumped excitedly as Diana sucked sharply at it. Despite the incredibly spectacle of Diana’s perfect face at his cock, he couldn’t take his eyes off Zatanna’s loveliness as she stood before him, her breasts firm and thrusting proudly out from her slender chest.
“If you came in her mouth, I wonder if it’d be because of her sucking or my tits,” Zatanna asked teasingly. She drew up to him, putting her hands on his chest, feeling out how taut he was, riven with the sensation of Diana’s sucking, his muscles corded as he tried desperately not to come. “Guess we’ll never know.”
She pushed him back. He fell onto the bed in a landing that seemed to have a mild disregard for the laws of physics, but Peter couldn’t care, not as he watched Diana slowly crawl over him, felt the delicious touch of her sex on his member when she sank down onto him. His overstimulated eyes took in his own prick being buried in Diana’s sex, throbbing maddeningly in the all-consuming softness of her womanhood. Diana smiled down at him as she rode him evenly. He was surprised by how light her muscular body was, but then, it only seemed fitting that a woman so graceful should weigh no more than a feather.
“Don’t watch for too long,” Diana gently teased her friend. “I can feel how excited he is. The first round won’t last long.”
“It’ll last long enough for me!” Zatanna promised, hurrying onto the bed to straddle Peter’s face. Peter embraced her thighs as her luscious cunt anointed his mouth. He kissed the furnace of her slit, then ran his tongue lightly over her moist lips. Zatanna’s body heaved and swayed as Peter ran his tongue deeper into her hot sex. “Oh fuck—excite him some more, Wondy! I don’t know how much of this round I can take!”
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Shendude
This is sooooo hot.
