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🕑 Added 2020-03-23 21:00:00 +0000 UTC
Peter gasped and keened as he emptied himself into Diana, a task which required all his energy, all his focus, yet somehow he was still drawn to Zatanna, licking her, pleasing her, to the point where her satisfaction was as great as Diana’s. It seemed the most important thing Peter had ever done that both of them received the highest amount of bliss that his body could possibly give.
He could only hope he was bringing the two women to the pleasure their gorgeous bodies both deserved and demanded. He imagined himself servicing those red-hot pussies until there was nothing left, every last bit of him gone into those two impossible beauties.
Finally, even he was spent. He fell back to the bedspread in complete depletion.
Diana and Zatanna sank down with him—with Diana, he sensed the purest gratitude for how he had pleased her, while Zatanna was greedy for more of the ecstasy he’d given her. Peter couldn’t slight her. He’d do more, if only he had any energy left. They’d inspired such fervor in him that he’d completely emptied himself. There was simply nothing left.
Yet, either out of thankfulness or a desire for more, the two incredible brunettes caressed him, as if in disbelief that his mortal body had contained such passion, even briefly. They kissed him again and again, almost fighting over who got to join her lips to his, letting Peter feel both their contentment and their hunger even through the deepest of his fatigue.
His eyes rolled back in his head. He might’ve blanked out. When he opened his eyes, he saw Zatanna at his side, her body pressed tightly to his. Her face was buried against his neck, showing only the hair so dark it seemed to be glowing in its black luster. He looked in the other direction. The only thing that could make this scene more perfectly satisfying was if Diana was on the other side, showing she claimed him as possessively as Zatanna did. And Peter would happily give these two equal rights over him.
But Diana was getting out of bed. Her body shined with the simple light of the bedside lamp, her long curly hair gleaming in its darkness. Her breasts, marked with a glow of sweat, met the light proudly. And Peter could see, with some disbelief and then an odd satisfaction, his own cum escaping Diana’s splayed pussy and anointing her muscular inner thighs. Even that Diana seemed to wear with pride.
Diana stretched to her full height, then walked luxuriously across the room, her long legs making each stride exquisite. With her every footfall poetry, she went into the kitchen. Peter felt a keening sense of loss when she disappeared from sight, almost enough to make him throw off Zatanna’s embrace and go after her, just to look at Diana some more. But Zatanna’s touch, her own sumptuous looks and the still-deafening memory of his pleasure with her, were more than enough to leave Peter conflicted. He hesitated long enough to hear the tinkle of ice cubes.
Diana came back into the room with three glasses in her hands. Probably sensing that Peter wasn’t much of a drinker, Diana had filled them with lemonade. Peter was embarrassed to have Diana serving him the cheap supermarket brand he himself had bought. It seemed unworthy of touching her lips, but Diana showed not a trace of condescension as she passed two glasses to Peter and Zatanna.
“A little refreshment,” she cooed winningly, sitting on the middle of the bed. Pushed along by her gesture, Peter and Zatanna propped themselves up on the pillows to drink as she did. “To cool us down before things get hot again. As much fun as our physicality is, let’s not forget the good, friendly company we have here. Peter, such a charming and giving host. Zatanna, thank you for handling the introductions with your spell. Now that we’ve had Peter, I’m sure neither of us could imagine doing this with anyone else.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Peter asked. It hit him again what a night he had in store. Not only Zatanna, but Diana as well. As unbelievable as that first round had been, there was more coming. They really were going to pass him back and forth all night. “You’re going to… spend the night?”
“Hell yes!” Zatanna cheered.
“Well said,” Diana replied, looking down to Peter’s well-used manhood. “Not to speak for Zatanna, but I feel like we’re all quite certain this arrangement is… satisfactory? To put it mildly.”
“And I haven’t even had you arrange your cock into my pussy yet,” Zatanna teased, pressing close enough to Peter to smell the lemonade on his breath, her breasts and belly and shaven cunt all on his skin, his to touch, to feel.
“By the time you have,” Diana said, her musical voice somehow enough to draw Peter’s attention away from how Zatanna’s body was melting to his. “I don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back anymore.”
Peter watched her drain her glass in one long gulp, and though he couldn’t take his eyes off of Diana, watching for some further wrinkle to the insinuation she’d made, he also couldn’t ignore how Zatanna was caressing his chest, her hands gradually moving lower. She stroked each new muscle along his belly with new hunger. As her fingers brushed through his treasure trail, Zatanna started kissing Peter’s shoulder.
Diana helpfully took their glasses from them. Pouring one’s contents into the other, she sat beside the bed, legs crossed, giving them room to work.
“You two enjoy yourselves,” Diana purred, taking a small sip. “I’ll watch. Maybe have another drink…”
“You heard the goddess,” Zatanna said, vaguely panting with her growing lust. All of her memories of just how fucked Diana had been were flooding in, making her more and more eager for her own go. “Let’s enjoy ourselves.”
She grasped his cock as she kissed him, stroking it up and down. In only a few quick jerks, he was hard enough. Diana accidentally spilled some of the lemonade she was drinking down her chin. He was so—ready. It was almost enough to make her wish that Zatanna would skip her turn…
Zatanna straddled Peter, giving his erection a few last pumps as she guided it to her reddened labia, her cunt desperately ready to embrace his prick. She worked her hips around, smearing her aroused juices onto Peter’s engorged cockhead.
“Oh, even that feels so fucking good,” Zatanna sighed. “Christ, I can feel you throbbing. You want me, Pete? You wanna fuck me just like you did Diana? You already made me come. Now I want you to try and ruin me with that cock. Diana could take it—show me that I can too.”
Peter was speechless, but Diana spoke up as she watched Zatanna roll her hips onto Peter’s monstrous cock, like she was trying to pacify it with some dancing ritual. “Zee, I can see it spreading you apart… going in… Great Hera, was that what it looked like with me? How did it ever fit?”
Zatanna grinned. “Magic,” she said, finally letting go of Peter’s cock, sure she had just the right angle as she jammed her hips down. Their bodies wetly slid together, then his knob was gone, disappeared inside of Zatanna.
“Hhhhha!” Zatanna cried, her eyes bulging with shock. She’d been in no way ready to be impaled as Diana had, half of Peter’s massive size inside her, six inches of cock, as much as she would get fucking any other man, and it was inside her pussy on the first entry. And there was still half a foot to go, inches of girthy shaft separating her from being fully seated in Peter’s lap like her pride and her pleasure demanded.
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Shendude
This is so hot.
