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Spider-Man/Power Girl/Poison Ivy
🕑 Added 2018-06-28 22:46:17 +0000 UTCPeter didn’t know where he was after the machine blew, but he knew the redhead was beautiful and he was in love with her. Tall, voluptuous, dressed only in scant leaves, the green tint of her creamy skin drove him beyond lust and into something like need. He wanted to learn its taste and its feel over hours and hours.
“You—I don’t know you,” she said, looking at him, her green eyes moving down to the imprint his erection made in his costume. “But you should do nicely. I have a very boringly heterosexual woman after me and things will work out much better if she has one of those to play with. You don’t mind poor Ivy out, do you darling? I’m told she’s quite pretty. For a mammal.”
The woman who came after Ivy was more than just pretty, she was stupendous, her splendid curves and hardened attractiveness testing even Peter’s commitment to Ivy. She was tall and athletic, with thick thighs and hourglass voluptuousness wedded perfectly to her muscular frame. And her breasts jutted out into her costume, nearly revealed by a cut-out in the front, showing the full heaving cleavage that otherwise seemed like it would be impossible to cover up.
“Hi Karen,” Ivy said to her, honeyed voice making Peter maddeningly hard, even without talking to him. He could see it doing the same to Karen; her nipples pushed temptingly through her costume. “I made a new friend. Wouldn’t you like to play with him? Him and his great big cock?”
One look down at his groin and Karen moaned as if in despair. She laid down on her back, spread her warm thighs, a blue-gloved hand pulling away the crotch of her costume. Peter climbed on top of her, his prick stiff and throbbing. He guided it to her moist sex. With a solid thrust, he entered her tight snatch.
“Ohhhh!” Karen gasped. “I can feel your big dick twitching inside me—it’s so damn stiff!”
“It has to be, to fuck your brains out,” Peter said, smiling under his mask. “As the redhead’s going to be finding out.”
Ivy leaned against the wall, watching. “Let’s see how you do with the heifer,” she said. “I want to be sure you know what you’re doing before I let you stretch my pussy all out of wack with that thing.”
Peter slid himself back until on the glans of his cock were wedged inside of Karen. Then, digging his hands in under her almost entirely bare ass, he rammed into her cunt with all his strength. Her eyes flew open, broadcasting shock at his size, but he couldn’t see any pain there. She moaned gratifyingly.
His breath rasping, Peter slammed himself into her wet cunt with one bracing thrust after another. His hips whipped back and forth furiously, his cockhead going deeper into Karen’s pussy with each repetition.
“Yes, fuck, yes!” Karen groaned as she squirmed under him, her curvaceous body already slick with sweat. “Uhhh! Harder! Drive your cock in me as deep as it’ll go! Unh! You’re fucking me so good! Ohhhhh, God! It feels so good when you’re inside me!”
Squeezing her firm thighs around his battering hips, Karen started throwing herself up to meet his thrusts. Her legs crossed behind his ass, the sleek muscles in them straining as their two bodies pistoned together.
Ivy, watching closely, was breathing quickly as the couple rutted before her. She dropped her hand down to her groin and slipped it into her panties, her fingers curling to squeeze her mound. The faster Karen and Peter screwed, the harder Ivy rubbed at her juicy cunt.
“Fuck her harder!” she urged shakily, unable to look away from the sight before her. “Ream the bitch’s pussy out! God, I hope you fuck me that good! You’d better fuck me that good! Come here, right now! Leave her! Fucking fuck me!”
But Peter couldn’t stop jamming himself into Karen’s dripping snatch, his hips churning frantically as he relished her tightness; she clenched harder with every stroke he made inside of her. His hands squeezed her squirming ass, molding it into two handfuls of sweaty flesh, as his cock charged into her relentlessly.
“Don’t fuck her, you idiot!” Ivy cried. “Fuck me! I’m right here!”
She spread her legs, ripping away the handful of leaves that covered her pubis, and Peter was almost stricken by the sight of her red venus among the verdant green of her sleek thighs. He stood up, pulling out of Karen as she released a shuddering moan, and staggered toward Ivy.
But Karen wouldn’t give him up. She sprang up behind him, wrapped an arm around Peter to hold him in place, then started jerking him off. Peter groaned—the brisk, expert touch of her hand up and down his shaft robbing him of any loyalty to Ivy. He sagged back against Karen’s body, reaching around her cello-like curves as she held him in place, and Ivy could only watch as they kissed, his balls clenching with a force that should’ve belonged to her.
“Witch!” Ivy cried, throwing herself down in front of Peter just in time to get his prick inside her sucking mouth. Peter and Karen groaned together as he arrived, his cock spurting thick strands of cum between Ivy’s lips. Ivy’s cheeks billowed as her mouth was filled, outpacing the gulping suction of her throat.
“Me, me, let me!” Karen panted, spinning Peter around and diving for his spurting cock. “I want his cum too!”
Peter tensed with a shuddering moan, letting loose with another purge of the sperm from his balls just in time to fill Karen’s wide-open jaw. She felt his hot seed gush against the back of her throat and forced her mouth down on his prick, feeling it twitching between her lips as he burst again.
“I’m empty!” Peter rasped hoarsely, settling back into Ivy’s beguiling arms. “You two sucked me dry!”
“But I’m still hungry,” Ivy said, and pushed Peter aside to see if Karen would share…
Comments
Shendude
It's super-hot, but my favorite aspect is how, even whammied by mind-controlling sex-pollen, Karen is still the Boss.
Peter is a lucky man.
