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Queen of Wands update
🕑 Added 2019-10-15 16:00:02 +0000 UTC
Peter left Mary Jane’s slit on the verge of orgasm; Zatanna could see it visibly quiver, as if beckoning for his tongue to return, but Peter had his eyes on an equally alluring proposition. He came up and kissed Mary Jane’s sensual mouth, his tongue caressing her full lips before thrusting into her mouth. Mary Jane sucked on it, tasting the honey that she’d bathed his tongue in as he slid it through her cunt. It was no wonder he enjoyed eating her pussy so much. The taste was delectable.
Peter hovered over Mary Jane, feeding her his tongue, tasting her mouth like it was every bit as sweet as her pussy. Then, with a jerk, he nudged the knob of his massive prick against her soaked cunt.
“Hnnnn,” Mary Jane gasped weakly, feeling the slab of his manhood at her entrance, shaking with hardness, dripping with readiness. Mary Jane had enjoyed her own taste, but nothing was better in her book then cock. It was too bad Peter couldn’t appreciate the taste of cock, but he was about the furthest thing from gay there was. MJ certainly wouldn’t be able to enjoy all the cum he’d leave in her slot, not after he was done with her.
She turned her head slightly and winked at Zatanna, wondering if the magician was magic enough to know what she was thinking. As greedily as Mary Jane wanted to devour Peter and all his fucking, she’d be happy to share with someone as delicious as Zee…
Peter’s knob pulsed against her, reminding her that there was a long way to go before Peter came inside her. His engorged cockhead seemed to move in her cunt like a dipper inside a honeypot. Mary Jane keened, thinking of how brutal the road ahead would be, how arduous. She grinned shakily, wondering how much she would have to take before she got Peter to come. Maybe less with Zatanna watching. She hoped not, though. Part of her never wanted this night to end.
“Give it to me, tiger,” she breathed, licking her lips for the last smear of taste from Peter’s kiss, from her own creaming pussy. “Put it in me—all of it!”
Peter inched into her very slowly, his cockhead a palpable weight inside her, with her labia closing in a tight collar around his shaft. It wasn’t like Mary Jane was a virgin, of course, but he was so big that she didn’t know anyone who wouldn’t be comparatively tight to him. And that was before he pushed another inch into her. And another. And another. Mary Jane would never be able to stay clear-headed enough to count every inch he gave her, not with a monster like his dick inside her. More and more inside her…
The slight twinge of pain was no deterrent. It was a promise. Mary Jane wanted more. She arched her back, thrusting her hips to Peter’s body, as if trying to get even more of his cock inside her. Her folds sucked at his member, until all Peter had to do was hold still as her tightness dragged him in.
Half of his cock was inside her now, the rest bridging the gap between them, thick purple veins writhing along his shaft. Then, with a vicious lurch, Peter buried himself in Mary Jane to the hilt. His balls slapped against the curve of her perky ass with a solid thwack. Mary Jane’s mouth had gaped open as she was first hilted, but with that tiny bit of insult added to injury, she finally let out a moan.
“Ahhh! Peter…”
Peter held her impalement for long moments, savoring the feel of her wetness clinging to every inch of his thundering manhood. He could see Mary Jane was enjoying it too, her face twitching in open-mouthed surprise and glee as she was filled to the brim. This fullness wasn’t going away no matter how she tightened, how her pussy clenched. It was real and it was happening to her and the flood of sensations she felt already seemed like part of her.
Peter’s cockhead throbbed in her depths, so a smoldering ember inside a blazing fire, somehow more intense than all the rest of the heat and pressure she felt as her walls clamped around Peter, molding themselves to him as they couldn’t help but do around such a penetration, then rippling, contracting and melting away and tightening again in a series of convulsions. Peter groaned with the feeling. He didn’t even have to fuck her. Mary Jane’s beautiful cunt could jerk him off as he just stood there. It would be an interesting way to get off. He wondered how Mary Jane would like that? She seemed to be glowing as her pussy tightened on him all the way down to his balls.
But Mary Jane wouldn’t be contented with that. She was far too ambitious. She wanted fireworks, avalanches, stars going supernova. Smiling cockily up at him, she moved in a slow, steady rhythm against his unmoving length. Pulling herself up to him and then lowering herself back down, fucking herself on three inches of fat cock.
Peter followed the dance she’d started, plunging down in counterpoint to her movements. He came down on her pussy as she brought herself up. Her hips twisted as they fell away from each other, so his cock dragged on its way out of her, bringing cooing sounds of enjoyment to Mary Jane’s wet lips. The friction was so intense Peter thought one of them might burst into flames.
His cock flowed steadily into her, working her juices out of her cunt to soak her groin. “Fuck!” Mary Jane rasped, like some proto-religious chant, defining what this transcendent action was as she called out for more. She said it with every lustful crawl Peter made into her. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
His prick sank into her, coming out glistening with her nectar, and then rammed back inside. His balls, rolling heavily with the cum stored inside, slapped Mary Jane’s ass with a steady cadence. She could feel the tidal shift of the jism inside them, almost hear the gooey seed slosh in Peter’s scrotum.
Zatanna had bunched all four fingers of her right hand into a phallic bunch, ramming them inside herself just as Peter was doing to Mary Jane. Her other hand massaged her clit and the combination was bringing her surging upward just like Mary Jane, though she doubted it felt anywhere near as good as Peter’s massive dick seemed to, judging from MJ’s facial expressions. No one was that good an actress.
Mary Jane’s sex gripped Peter tightly as he pulled out, amusing him with how he had to exert himself to escape—her pussy-lips clinging to him as he left, then caving in when he forced his way back inside. Mary Jane cried out in rapture, gulping, moaning, whining. Her body trembled around each demanding thrust, making all of her curvaceous flesh quake, jiggle. He pushed into her so deeply that she almost thought she’d feel his cockhead working its way up her throat.
“Fuck me silly!” she croaked, unable to raise her voice when it felt like he was rearranging her innards with each steady thrust. “Turn my pussy into jelly… ghhh… Blow me apart!”
She threw her legs around him, thighs tight on his hips, heels locked behind him. She rode Peter from below, matching his growing pace though it pushed her merely mortal body to the limit.
“I love you, MJ,” he told her. His cock came out slathered in her juices for the split-second intervals before it plunged back into her, while his testes felt heavy as bowling balls as they rested against her buttocks. Mary Jane could only imagine how much cum was in them. “I’m gonna make you come! Hhn! I’m never gonna let you forget how good it feels—Nn! What happens to your sweet little pussy when you’re a good girl…”
Mary Jane could feel the hot precum seeping out of him. She whimpered in anticipation of more, knowing that was merely a crack in the dam compared to what was coming. His cock was emerging from her smeared with both their juices, streaks of his jism clinging to both his prick and her sex, sticking between them like a spider-web when Peter pulled out.
Zatanna held back in her masturbation so she was right on the edge, waiting for Peter to go off before she let herself go. The wait was driving her wild with lust. “Come, Peter—come inside her!” Zatanna gasped. She was as eager to see him unload as Mary Jane was to feel it happen.
Peter bucked convulsively, driving into Mary Jane like a piston, his thrusts buffeting her back and forth. His belly crashed against hers as he held her by the hips, forcing her loins to his with each pump. He was fucking her so ferociously that his cock was just a blur between them.
“Show me you love me, Peter!” Mary Jane gasped, though her eyes rolled back in her head and her face turned nearly crimson. “Show me what I get for being a good girl! Show me how good girls get fucked! Yeah, yeah, OHHH, you son of a—”
Watching it all, Zatanna thought she could actually hear Peter’s cum roaring through his shaft, then the splash as it landed inside of Mary Jane. He pistoned away, shooting with every thrust. Mary Jane’s cunt was filled with his seed, her own copious juices blending with it as both dribbled out of her filled slot.
Watching Peter empty himself so thoroughly into MJ, Zatanna melted around her masturbating fingers. Her thighs pulled taut as she rose and fell, riding her hand like it was Peter’s rampant erection. She wished it was.
Zatanna fucked herself through the racing thrills of her orgasm, trying to do it as hard as Peter was fucking Mary Jane, but that was impossible. By the time they started to slow down, Zatanna’s hand was cramping. She struggled to keep up with them anyway.
Peter stopped moving. Mary Jane writhed against him for a moment more, then settled for holding him tightly, arms and legs both locked around his body. Her belly was glued to his, her breasts smashed against his hard chest.
As they grew still, Zatanna stopped masturbating. Peter’s member was still inside of Mary Jane, maybe even still hard, and Zatanna left her fingers knuckle deep inside herself.
Comments
Shendude
So. Damn. HOT.
