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Spider-Man: Future Tension
🕑 Added 2017-04-04 19:51:10 +0000 UTCPeter’s head was swimming. He felt like he was going a million miles an hour, in all directions. And if it weren’t for the pounding in his skull, he might’ve thought someone had slipped him something. He didn’t think he was even seeing colors right.
“Peter? Is that you?” A voice. A woman’s voice. Familiar. Black… Felicia? “Jesus, it is. I never forget a body—at least not in spandex.”
Yeah. Felicia.
Peter forced his eyes open and tried looking around. Everywhere, formless, featureless metal, much like the lab before the explosion, though his vision was too blurry to be sure. Not that there was much mistaking Felicia’s outline. She was bent over him, checking his pulse. Maybe even just his pulse. Peter resolved to check his wallet the next time he could move without giving himself a migraine.
Wait… the explosion… how was everything so clean if everything had just blown up? It hadn’t been a small explosion, either. His body was still tingling and his head felt like he’d taken a Sunday punch from the Juggernaut. Had they moved him? Yeesh, hadn’t they ever heard of spinal fractures?
“Cat—what’s going on? Where am I?”
Felicia’s face started going from SD to 4K as he focused on her, despite the do-it-yourself lobotomy going on somewhere in his frontal lobe at the effort. “Spider. God, baby… this is going to be a little hard to explain. It’s the future.”
“Yeah, I know, you can buy Oreo stuffing without the cookies, it’s nice—“
“No, Peter. The future. As in, The Jetsons…” Felicia’s face was coming into view. It looked… different. She was still young, still beautiful, but her eyes… her eyes had changed far too much for the few days since he’d seen her last. “It’s the year 2099.”
***
Flying car. He was in a goddamned flying car.
Maybe that should be ‘gorram’ flying car…
“What’s the last thing you remember?” Felicia asked him. She was about the one thing that could distract him from the scenery—his city had become frickin’ Blade Runner!
“I don’t know, it’s all fuzzy… feels like I took a bong hit from Mysterio’s helmet… I was chasing Venom and we were in a lab, fighting… crap, is he here too?”
“There’ve been some sightings,” Felicia reported crisply. “That’s why I came looking for you.”
Her costume almost could’ve been the old one—the mask was right—but so much had changed. Instead of being unzipped, now it had a plunging neckline right down to her pelvis, the separated halves of her costume only staying on by some adhesive quality of the latex itself. Future fashion.
It was like an arrow moving straight down from her nonexistent neckline to her crotch, pausing only to curlicue about her breasts, which were almost exposed except for a pair of cupping projections that rose from the underlying fabric and stopped just over her nipples, revealing all but the tips and undersides of her cleavage.
The catsuit was also backless, its halves only coming together at the back of her neck in a collar, a reverse halter—he guessed even in the future, costuming had its limits. The rest of it was the familiar skintight latex, just with a high-tech twist. The fur lining had been replaced with jets of blue plasma from some interior process, her boots and gloves replaced with some kind of clawed exoskeleton. Cybernetics? She looked like she could go toe to toe with Iron Man.
And the costume was tight, too. Even tighter than it had been back in the day, despite there being less of it. It caught every dimple, every hint of rib in her waspish waist, every luscious curve on the rest of her hourglass figure, and rendered it into unwrinkled, uninterrupted darkness, so dark it shone. Christ, it was like she was cocooned in the stuff.
Peter tried to focus on business. “So… ‘while you were out’?” he prompted.
“The usual. The rich got richer, the poor got poorer. I kept myself in the former category, as best I could,” the bullshit smile Felicia had when she didn’t want to smile had gotten weaker, more fraught, but it probably fooled a lot of people who didn’t know her. “Alchemax mass-produced ol’ Nick’s Infinity Formula, at least for the wealthy and powerful. I qualified, somewhat. Thanks to a few deals I cut…”
“Alchemax? They’re the start-up company Venom was at… the lab where we were fighting…”
“The two of you disappeared in 2017,” Felicia said. “Everything turned to shit after that. At least that’s how it seemed.”
“Mary Jane?” Peter asked hesitantly, not wanting to hurt Felicia by asking, but needing to know.
“Died in her sleep, a long time ago.”
“You didn’t give her the formula?”
“She thought you were dead. She wouldn’t have wanted it. And it’s not like we kept in touch, without you in common.”
Peter clenched his jaw. “It doesn’t matter. As soon as I find Venom, I’m dragging him back to the 21st century—“
“This is the 21st century—“
“You know what I mean. I’m erasing this possible future.” He noticed Felicia’s eyes on him. “I mean… you don’t have kids or any…”
“No, go ahead, retcon it,” Felicia told him. “It’s been a bullshit century without you. As many times as I cursed your name—hated you for ruining a score or throwing me in jail—I don’t really work without you. If I go out, I’m going out with you.”
“Jesus, Cat… it’s been eighty years. I mean, I know everyone wanted to skip ahead a few years from 2017, but—“
“I said what I said,” Felicia insisted. “C’mon, we’re here.”
The hovercar had parked itself at one of the gigantic towers that seemed more like a city in itself than a skyscraper. They had barely stepped off it before it flew off—even in the future there was no parking, it looked like. And they had barely laid their feet down when the floor moved, whisking them down an endless corridor at a speed that would’ve whipped them right off their feet if some quasi-magnetic process hadn’t held them down. Before Peter knew it, he was at the mouth of another corridor, a smaller offshoot with room doors on either side, the numbers looking like the calorie count of a Happy Meal.
Felicia arrived at one of them, waved her hand where the doorknob should’ve been, and with an affirmative beep, some biometric process Star Trekked the door open. She stepped inside. Peter followed her in. And then that simple sentence became an impossibility, because there were two more hers to follow.
They both were Felicia, every curve, every nook and cranny, even the same latex catsuits, just in white and without the precipitous necklines. No, these covered all but their heads, outlining their breasts from underside to the uppermost slope, rendering every jiggle like it was no more than bodypaint. Peter automatically bit his lips. Either Felicia had had twins or…
“Clones,” Felicia said. “Oh, and trigger warning. Peter, meet Kat and Kitty.”
Their hair was different too—cut a bit shorter than Felicia’s magnificent mane, and a florescent blue-white instead of the more natural ivory Felicia sported.
“Oh, he’s pretty,” Kitty said, sounding as close to shy as Peter had ever heard Felicia-slash-not-Felicia. “No wonder mommy’s so hung up on the new guy.”
“Wonder if he’s anything like mommy’s strap-on,” Kat said, licking her lips. “Mommy says it’s a perfect match, but I don’t think anyone can be that big… no matter where some radioactive spider bit him…”
“They definitely have your genes,” Peter said, mind blank, mouth dry, “they aren’t some other people who were infected with a virus that transformed them into doubles of you even though they were really other people.”
“Breathe, Spider,” Felicia said. “They’re harmless. What are you drinking?”
“Synthehol,” Peter said.
“What?”
“I’ll have whatever you have,” he amended.
“And I’ll have the same,” Kitty echoed, looking glowingly at Peter. It was much the same interest as Kat took, though she seemed a bit more direct about it.
Peter had the urge to sit down and cross his legs. He did.
“Alright then,” Felicia said. “Four blowjobs.”
“Beg pardon?” Peter said automatically.
“They’re a cocktail,” Kat laughed. “We like cocktails.”
“With lots of cream in them,” Kitty added.
Kitty and Kat made themselves comfortable on the sofa opposite Peter, preening with every little motion, every stir of muscle, every taut inch of skin visible through the latex. It looked remarkably thin, too, like it might tear at the slightest provocation. And despite the abundance of the stuff, it barely squeaked. It was more like a whisper, the breathy sound it made as the Felicias moved in it. Like a mating call in the night, really…
“So, Felicia,” Peter called into the kitchen, noting that her room was much the same as it had been back in 2017. He wondered if that made her rich, to be able to afford to keep such a place maintained, or poor to have to stay there or in its equivalent for so long. “Not to be personal—“
“You can be personal,” Kat said.
“Anyone with such big blue eyes can be as personal as he wants,” Kitty purred.
“Are his blue eyes all that’s big, though?” Kat wondered.
Peter colored. “Why, uh, why do you have clones?” he asked Felicia.
“Part of my deal with Alchemax. They wanted to breed me—so to speak—with some of their projects to create a perfect security force. Who better to defend their headquarters than the world’s greatest cat burglar? Not that I got the full scoop until it was too late to stop them. So I left, and I took those two with me.”
“We have all kinds of fun,” Kat sighed. “It’s amazing what you can with a second pair of hands.”
“Or a third,” Kitty added.
Kat got up and changed seats just before Felicia came back into the room, sitting on the armrest of Peter’s chair. He shifted uncomfortably as he saw her bubble butt and its tight latex covering so close to him. He knew just from looking at it that its voluptuousness was no trick—how could it be, with every minute little curve of its buoyancy practically shrink-wrapped?
“Someone’s in the catbird seat now,” Felicia observed as she came back with drinks—four cocktail glasses, two in each hand, and they seemed to magnetically stick to each other for ease of carrying. She handed one apiece to Kat and Kitty, then sat down on Peter’s other side, straddling the armrest, her firm thigh clenching and relaxing right in Peter’s face. It was almost exactly the view he’d have if she were sitting on his face…
“Hey!” Kitty cried. “Where do I sit?”
“You have to take what you want, little one. You can’t just wait for it to come in your lap,” Felicia chided, sipping her drink. “Sorry, Spider. Kitty’s the latest model. Untested. I haven’t taken her on as many jobs as Kitty.”
“Or played with me as much,” Kitty said ruefully.
“You, ah, play together?” Peter asked, even as he chided himself for his own curiosity.
Felicia leaned down and rested a hand on his chest to steady herself. “It hasn’t been as much fun without you, Spider… but it has been fun…”
Peter gulped, then wished he’d saved the gesture for when Kitty sat on the floor at his feet, looking up at him curiously. He drank the cocktail and felt it going straight to his head.
“So where, ah, where is Venom? Do you know?”
“He’ll turn up soon enough,” Felicia mollified. “And we’ll help you get him. So long as you do us a favor.”
Kat and Kitty were steadily nursing their drinks, their gulps doing interesting things to their noose-tight costumes. He could see the little heaves their chests gave as the kick of the drinks hit them, a ripple that went from the ends of their hairs to the dent of their nipples…
“What kind of favor?” Peter asked. “Nothing illegal—“
“Oh, no, not illegal,” Felicia said. “The future’s not that bad…”
Kat and Kitty were giggling. Kat held out her drink and slowly turned it over, pouring it out into Kitty’s open mouth. Then Kitty poured her own drink onto Kat’s leg, sipping it off her bare foot…
“It’s been over eighty years since I’ve had a real man fuck me,” Felicia hissed, draining her glass. “And poor Kat and Kitty, they’ve never been fucked at all. Not the right way, at least…”
“Mommy’s tried to show us how you used to do it,” Kat lamented, giggly from Kitty sucking on her toes. “With her great, big strap-on…”
Peter felt a treacherous enjoyment of the attention that the three—one?—women were lavishing on it. With two girls at his side and another one at his feet, he felt every inch the superhero. Hell, he felt like the god he was supposed to be in Africa. Maybe there would even be a virgin sacrifice—although he thought he might be the closest thing to a virgin there, MJ and Gwen aside…
No, he couldn’t—“I’m a married man!” Peter said firmly, starting to stand up, but on his sides, Felicia and Kat pushed him back down.
“Mary Jane’s been gone for years,” Felicia said. “She wouldn’t mind…”
“No, this is just an alternate future. I can change it…”
“If it’s just an alternate future, then why does it matter?” Kat asked. “Nothing we do matters. It’s like we’re in a dream.”
Kitty laid her head against his knee, petting his thigh. “When you go back, it’ll be like this never happened. Right?”
Felicia petted his hair. “And we’ll have never have existed. That’s a little like dying, isn’t it? Why not grant a dying woman’s last request?”
“A kiss before dying,” Kat agreed.
Felicia stood up, her ass right in his face now, a succulent fruit perfectly bisected by the valley between her buttocks, latex covering delving deep into the innermost curves of it, revealing all but the grommet of her anus itself. Peter didn’t understand how they could wear those things—how it was any better than being naked, any different.
“I want to know how good a job the Infinity Formula’s been doing,” Felicia said as she literally peeled her costume away from her breasts, opening it up like she was removing the giftwrap from a present. “I want you to tell me if I look just as good as I did a century ago… or even better.”
Peter was fascinated as her breasts fell into view, dislodged from the honeyed stickiness of their covering, rippling and heaving with the dislocation, the tiniest jiggle a massive production on that scale. He felt like he was watching a seismic event. Like he was seeing poetry in motion.
He gazed at her full, ripe breasts, their bareness magnificent in a way even their skintight latex could only aspire to be. With the thin layer of rubber over her, Felicia was the perfect woman. Without it, she was a goddess.
He wanted to reach out and touch them, but he held back, now only because he wasn’t sure how the other girls would react.
Kat noticed the bulge in Peter's crotch, and she stared at it, watching it get bigger every moment. Her juices were just starting to flow, and she leaned back, letting the latex ride up into her groin like a lover’s caress.
Peter now noticed that he could see the outline of Kat’s labia, an actual cameltoe through the latex, and he ached to feel what his eyes described. His prick was painfully hard and enormously erect now, and even Kitty noticed his potency.
Kitty was the only one of the girls to be embarrassed at Peter's hard cock. She was getting excited, but she tried to contain that excitement, whereas the other two girls were eager to enjoy Peter's body as he leaned back, letting his bulging fly protrude in the air.
Felicia was working her foot up Peter's thigh now, and she started to press her toes near his groin. Kat watched intently as Felicia began to press her foot right onto Peter's bulging crotch.
"Don't hurt him now," said Kat. "We don't want to see footprints all over his beautiful piece of meat."
"How do you know it's beautiful?" Felicia teased. "You haven't seen it."
"I know it's beautiful because he’s beautiful," answered Kat. "And I also know it's beautiful because I'm going to look at it right here and now."
She immediately bent over his body, and started to work at his fly. She put her hands around the bulging prick, and started to rub it. It got even harder as she clasped it, and she could feel the blood pounding inside his shaft.
Slowly, Kat pulled the metal zipper down. Peter was haplessly enjoying all the attention that was being paid to him, and when Kat had completely unzipped his pants even Kitty went wild over him.
His cock and balls were pulled out of his fly by Kat, and as she held it and slowly stroked it, the three girls gasped at the size of his dick.
It was a foot long and very thick around the middle, with the cockhead a bright red. It was slightly curved, and Kat knew from the strap-on Felicia had commissioned in its likeness that this would feel really good inside her. She was already soaking wet for it, and she spread her legs to make her pussy feel even better as her arousal started to pour out of her slit.
Kat was now breathing heavily. The more she held onto his hard dick, the hotter she got between her legs, and she drooled over the thought of getting fucked by Peter's tremblingly hard prick. She was ready to boil over inside, and she tried to pull his cock and balls towards her sex.
"Hey!" cried Felicia, trying to push Kat away from Peter. "I want him first."
Peter was amused. He enjoyed being fought over. He didn't really care which girl he fucked first, so long as he fucked them all.
He thought Mary Jane would agree—as long as he took a break from her, he might as well make it one hell of a break. Knowing her, she’d probably be delighted to think it took three Felicias to equal her.
Kitty pressed her hands to her sex, rubbing herself harder and harder. Her panties were wet, and she wanted to feel Peter's hard prick inside her. She hadn't had a good fuck in a long time and, as she was still a virgin to men, she felt she should at least be the first to feel his manhood.
Peter leaned back as Felicia and Kat started to caress his prick. Their hands were both rubbing his hard tool up and down, and Kat spat on her hands and massaged her saliva into his balls.
"Ohhhhh!" cried Peter. "Ohhhh, baby, that's good! Rub that cock, baby! Ohhhhh! Ohhh!"
His whole body was burning with desire. He wanted those three girls with their three hot pussies. He wanted to fuck each one of them three times. He felt his prick was hard enough to fuck them all at the same time. He was getting so hot that he knew when he shot he was going to fill them full of cum. They’d need those skintight catsuits just to keep it all in.
"I want it! I want it!" moaned Kitty, as she watched Felicia and Kat stroke Peter's prick. "Ohhhh, I want it up my cunt! Please fuck me! Ohhhh! Peter, please fuck me hard!"
Peter reached out and started to massage Kitty's tits. He could feel her nipples getting hard and stiff, and he slowly ripped the latex away from her breast, inserting his fingers underneath the rent material, rubbing her firm teats until they were soft and creamy.
"Fuck me!" she said again. "Ohhhh, Peter! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
Felicia went wild, and she reached under her costume and began to play with her pussy, her rutting fingers wonderfully outlined by the constraining latex around them. She pressed her panties tightly against her cunt, and made sure that Peter watched her rub the panties actually into her hole.
She was so hot and juiced up that her creams poured out, and the smell of her arousal filled the air. Peter was going wild. There were three girls with three beautiful cunts, and he wanted them all. He was going to have them all, he told himself. His cock was ready after eighty years of inaction.
Peter stood up and removed the top of his costume. His cock and balls were hanging out of his fly, and the three girls now got down on the floor underneath his member and looked up at it, their tongues hanging out of their mouths.
"All of you suck it," he said. "I wanna feel three tongues on my prick. I wanna feel three hot tongues sucking and licking me."
Felicia started to lick his balls, sucking on his left ball first, and then sucking on his right. As she sucked his balls, Kat began to lick on his cockhead. Her tongue flicked out and tasted his cum slit at the tip.
"Uh-uh, baby," said Felicia. "No, you gotta suck on the whole fucking thing! A Hardy doesn’t settle for just the tip of what she wants!"
Kat opened her mouth and took in Peter's entire shaft in one gulp. She felt the tip of his big prick pressed up against the back of her throat, and she went crazy, sucking and slurping as hard as she could.
Kitty tried to join Felicia in sucking on Peter's huge and swollen balls, but Felicia was gargling both of them, gagging on them worryingly even as she continued to suckle. Kitty then started to slide her tongue around the base of Peter's cock and began to lick his pubic hairs.
Peter felt the three girls on his crotch, and he gasped for breath. "You’re so good at this. You’re all so good at this!" he cried. "Ohhhh, suck that fucking prick! Ohhh! Eat it, baby! Suck that cock! Ohhh! Suck my balls! Ohhh! Faster! Faster! Suck it! Ohhhh!"
His cock slid in and out of Kat's hot mouth faster and faster. She was going wild, slurping all over his juicy prick. Her cunt was dripping with hot need, and she finger-fucked herself as soon as she’d unzipped the opening at her crotch, exposing herself in total obscenity.
Suddenly, Peter pulled his member out of Kat's mouth. She was startled when he did it, but he quickly pushed it between Felicia's lips. "Now you suck it, Cat!" he cried. "You gotta suck that meat fucking hard! Suck it all down!”
She went wild, feeling Peter's erection throbbing at the back of her throat. She wanted to swallow it. It tasted good to her, and she cupped his balls with her hands, and tried to force them into her mouth at the same time as his swollen shaft.
Peter began to sway wildly. His cock was almost ready to shoot, and yet he didn't want to come just yet. He knew he could come several times with the girls, but he wanted to wait.
He quickly pulled his hard shaft out of Felicia's mouth. She tried to grab it and stuff it back in, but he went over to Kitty and pressed his dick against her lips.
"Now you suck it!" he cried. "Don't be afraid, Kitty. It won’t bite you. Just suck on it, and make my fucking dick feel good!"
Kitty had never sucked cock before. She had been fucked, but she never had taken a guy's meat and sucked on it.
Peter's penis slid between her lips, and she gently tasted it. "Not like that," Felicia said. "You’ll taste plenty when his precum is leaking down your throat. Suck on it. Suck on it real hard!"
Peter pulled his prick out of Kitty's mouth. She was upset, but he just told her to watch what he was going to do with Kat. He quickly rammed his dick into Kat's mouth. "Kitty's gotta learn how to suck cock," he said. "You gotta teach her."
Kat took his prick into her mouth in one gulp, and Kitty watched intently. She felt her cunt ready to boil over, and she began to finger-fuck herself just as Kat had done, her open zipper as neatly precise in its exposure as a surgical cut. She was ready to come. She wanted to come while she was sucking off Peter.
Peter's prick slid in and out of Kat's mouth, but Kitty couldn't wait until Peter wanted to put his manhood in her mouth again, and she pushed Kat away, leaving Peter's sopping wet prick dangling in front of her.
"I want that!" she cried, opening her mouth wide, and taking all of Peter's member into her face.
"That's it, baby!" he cried, as he felt his meat plunging all the way into Kitty's face. "Suck it! Ohhh! Suck that cock! Baby, eat it! Eat me! Eat my fucking meat!"
Felicia started to lick Peter's balls again, and she managed to get them both back into her mouth at the same time. She covered his hairy balls with her hot saliva just as Peter was about to rock his prick all the way down Kitty's craving throat.
"Suck that cock!" he screamed. "Ohhhh! Suck it! Ohhh! Suck my fucking prick! Eat it! Ohhh! OHHH! AGGGGHH! I'm gonna come, baby! Suck it! Suck it! Ohhh! I'm coming! Ohhh! Eat that cock! Suck it! OHHH! OHHHH!"
His prick went wild, sending huge doses of cum streaming down Kitty's throat. He let loose so much cream that Kitty couldn't swallow it all, and it began to pour out of her mouth.
Kat saw the semen dripping out of Kitty's mouth, and she pressed her face next to hers, and started to slurp up the jism. Peter’s member was still spurting when he pulled it out of Kitty's mouth, and the last of his hot cream poured out all over Kat's and Felicia's faces. The three girls were covered with his hot and sticky semen.
“Guess now we know how your girls got white costumes,” Peter joked.
His cum dripped onto his balls, and Kat flicked out her tongue to soak up as much of his jism as she could. She wanted his juices, and she wouldn't let go of his spent cock.
His manhood was covered with his own cum. It was all over his pubic hair and some of it landed on his pants, which he had not gotten around to taking off.
Peter sat back down, letting his penis go limp. The girls all watched his cock getting soft as they started to rub their hands against their pussies.
He watched Kat as she touched herself. Her cunt was sopping wet and full of need. He wanted her pussy, and the thought of going as deep as he knew Felicia could take him started his cock moving in the opposite direction.
His dick got harder and harder now as he watched Kat press her fingertips against her hot cunt. She leaned back and started to fuck herself.
Kat realized that Peter was getting a second hard-on as he watched her masturbate, and she fucked herself faster and faster. Her moans and groans became louder, and she began to go wild with ecstasy as she rammed her fingers all the way up her sex.
Felicia and Kitty felt jealous. They went over to Peter and pulled his pants down.
His muscular ass cheeks gave their tongues lots to do, and they rolled him over onto his stomach and began to lick his ass. Their tongues were hot and worked quickly as they pushed their tongues across his cheeks and into a shared kiss.
His prick was now pressing into the cushions of the loveseat, and Kat reached underneath to fondle it. She wanted that prick pounding up her cunt, and she tried to turn him over again so she could straddle his body and ride his cock.
Peter slid down to the floor, allowing Felicia and Kitty to continue literally kissing his ass, and letting Kat pull his prick and balls towards her cunt.
Kat screamed as she felt the tip of Peter's cock pressing against the folds of her pussy. She used her fingers to widen the opening for his cock and then pushed her body closer to his, feeling his thick fat prick slipping into her most sensitive part.
His prick slid deeper and deeper into her. She felt her inner walls pressing hard around his shaft, and she squeezed her legs together to increase the pressure on his tool.
"Fuck me!" she whispered to him. "Fuck me, Spider! Fuck me really fucking hard!"
He felt his manhood pushing all the way up her pussy. It was so hot inside her tender canal that he felt his prick combusting. His balls still contained a fuck of a lot of jism, and he was aching to shoot out his hot load again, this time pouring his seed into a cunt, rather than into one of the girl's mouths.
Felicia watched Peter fuck Kat, and she instantly began to beg for him to fuck her, too. "I want that cock!" she pouted. "Please fuck me! You've got to fuck me!"
Her fingers flew in and out of her sex, as if to pretend to herself that she was actually being fucked by the his giant dick. She felt her fingers pumping in and out of her hole, and she knew that she would go crazy if she wasn't rammed by Peter's enormous manhood.
"Fuck me!" screamed Kat, as Peter's cock rammed her hot cunt again and again. "Fuck me harder! Ohhh! Ohhh! Your prick is so hard and hot! Fuck me harder, Spider! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhh!"
His manhood went wild, thrashing about inside her pussy, driving the tip of his prick to the very ends of her passage. His balls slapped wildly against her hot pink cunt, and he rubbed his fingers against her tits.
Her teats were hot and juicy, and she pushed them against his hands, begging him to really grab her tits and make her even hotter.
Kitty too wanted to be fucked, and she was going crazy without a cock. She wanted a hard prick up her slit, and she ripped her catsuit to shreds and pushed her cunt in Peter's face.
"Lick my fucking cunt!" screamed Kitty. "Ohhh! I want it too! I want it too! Please fuck me too!" she begged. "Ohhh, please fuck me! It's not fair! I want my cunt filled too!"
She pulsated her body back and forth against his face. Peter sat there with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and every time that Kitty pumped her body forward, her sex wrapped itself around his tongue, and he was able to lick up her flowing juices. Every time she pulled her body back, his tongue slipped out of her.
She moved close to him and pulled away, and she was getting the tonguing of her life. Her whole body was ready to explode in a gigantic orgasm.
Felicia was finger-fucking herself so rapidly that she was losing control. She pretended that her fingers were Peter's cock and as she smashed herself full of her own hand, she went wild, sucking on Peter's balls, and stretching the walls inside her.
Peter's cock was ready to boil over again. His balls dancing about wildly and banged against Kat's quivering pussy before Felicia could catch them in her smacking lips again. He gasped for breath.
"Ohhh!" he cried. "Get fucked, Kat Get really fucked! Ohh! Ohhh! I'm gonna come! Get fucked, bitch! Ohhh! I'm gonna come!"
His prick slid in and out of her at a truly impossible speed, and he felt his jism ready to rise and shoot out into her grateful acceptance. He was pumping her harder and harder now, and he continued to massage and manipulate her tits.
Kitty started to scream and shout. Her sex felt like it was overflowing with hot lava, and she couldn't contain her ecstasy any longer. She was wild, and she was going to blow her hot cunt all over Peter's face.
"Suck out my cunt!" she cried. "Suck it out! Eat me! Ohhh! Lick my pussy! Ohhhh! Suck me! Eat me! Ohhh! Ohhh! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
Her body seemed to explode in his face, pouring her hot arousal all over his lips and tongue. She went wild, pouring her love out of her pussy and into his mouth.
“Come on, come on!” Felicia moaned, pulling Kitty down with her so they were both on their hands and knees, kneeling on either side of Kat’s body as Peter pumped into her, their asses wagging in his face. Felicia reached back and, as if spreading herself for Peter, pulled the cut-out in back of her catsuit down until her curvaceous ass bulged out of the opening, totally exposed, buoyantly seeming to float to the surface of the liquid latex she wore. Kitty did the same, using the claws of her gloves to rip through the bottom of her costume and letting her ass peek out.
“Come on us, Peter,” Felicia urged. “Come all over us like you used to do for just me! I want your cum for every year I had to go without the taste on your seed in my fucking throat!”
Peter went berserk as his prick erupted inside of Kat's hole. She felt his prick explode and started to climax herself.
"Get fucked!" screamed Peter. "Ohhh! GET FUCKED YOU FUCKING CUNT! GET FUCKED! OHHHH! I'M COMING! I'M COMING! OHHHH! YES! YES! YES!"
Peter smashed his prick all the way into Kat's sex. He spurted out his hot jism faster and faster, and she felt her pussy becoming flooded with his seed. Her whole body was filling up with semen. She couldn't get enough of his hot cream as she squeezed her legs together, forcing every drop of hot jism into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried as her clit drove her wild, "Ohhh! Ohhh! Fuck me again! Fuck me again!"
Peter's cock and balls were still thrashing about inside Kat's pussy, when she pulled back suddenly and his dick slipped out of her. It was still spurting and Kat immediately took hold of his cock and pressed her tits against it. She wanted to feel his hot semen pouring over her tits.
And still Peter came, even after his cum had covered Kat’s breasts, frothing over them like a helping of whipped cream. He aimed at Felicia and came all over her bare ass, painting the tanned skin with wondrous splash after splash of white fluid, one splatter, then another, until each buttocks was running white with scalding liquid pearls. The crevice between was barely spared—his first ejaculation had overshot and landed on the small of Felicia’s back, actually extending from the base of her spine to her hair, and in such quantities that it trickled back down through the center of her asscheeks, slowly enclosing her anus.
Peter came again, aiming at Kitty, flicking his cock back and forth like his webshooter as it fired. His ejaculations lashed against Kitty’s ass, hitting her bare flesh so hard that it felt like she was being struck by a riding crop. Kitty moaned as lash after lash of his cum speckled her skin and rent costume, hot, as hot as melting wax, making her skin flush and burn when it hit like she was being scrounged by a whip, like those burning lines inscribed in semen on her bare bottom were whiplashes on her sensitive flesh.
She came, just as Felicia had, feeling Peter’s thick, hearty cum sluggishly trickle inside her asshole.
Kat was still in between them, lifting her cum-coated breasts in either hand, then lowering her face to literally motorboat herself, smearing her jaw in Peter’s cum as best she could. It was at length that Felicia and Kitty rose, turning their backs on Kat, then pushing their asses together with Kat’s face in the middle, grinding Peter’s cum directly onto Kat’s face in a provocative, autoerotic performance that was as much for their benefit as for Peter’s. Because as soon as Kat had almost been smothered by the two women’s sperm-ridden asses, they knelt down to begin licking her face clean of Peter’s cum. Kat eagerly joined in, kissing back the cum she had just shared with her lovers. It was a feast and an orgy all at once.
Peter sat back, propped up against the sofa. These three girls were hot. They were so hot, he didn't think his cock could ever get soft. He wondered how many more times he could come before he was exhausted. At this rate, he figured he could go on all night.
And the nice thing about time travel was, he could take as long as he needed. !
