Knock Knock update

“Peter’s had his turn,” Mary Jane whispered, reaching up to the Amazon.

Diana’s smile lit up and she came down to cover Mary Jane, fill her arms up. Hard-muscled as it was, her body felt lovely, the softness of her breasts overcoming the armored hardness of her legs entwined with MJ’s and her callused hands caressing Mary Jane’s feature. Her belly was warm and flat, her pubic thatch silken where it brushed Mary Jane’s thigh.

They kissed and Mary Jane gave in to it so utterly, her tongue vining with Diana’s, that it felt like she was falling asleep. She dreamt of Diana playing her clit like an instrument. It felt perfect: overwhelming enough to fill her mind, but not so aggressive as to wake her from her delicious trance.

Diana whispered, “I’m going to show you what your clit is for now, Mary Jane. It’s not just to make sex better. It’s to make you come.”

The next thing Mary Jane knew, Diana’s slippery tongue ran inside of her snatch. The exquisite feeling still didn’t prepare her for Diana’s plump lips tugging so warmly at her little button.

Dreamily Mary Jane thrust herself to the smell of warm pussy, felt a satiny thigh and its firm muscle under her head, and nuzzled into soft pubic fur.

She happily covered Diana’s stiff clit with her lips, trying to enclose it the way Diana had with hers—and as she sucked it, she wiggled her hips a little and found herself arriving at orgasm so abruptly it was like something instantaneous.

Was this a dream? She was enjoying herself too much to care. Whether Diana was real or not, the orgasms she gave Mary Jane were certainly enough for her.

After a few minutes, Diana said “I think it’s Peter’s turn again. Would you like to share him, the same way I did with Zatanna? I’m sure he’ll do enough for both of us. The way he rises to the occasion is… heroic.”

If Mary Jane was asleep, that was enough to wake her up. She craned her neck and saw that Diana wasn’t wrong about it being Peter’s turn. His erection was back with a vengeance and one hand was lazily attending to it, clearly unable to fully focus on self-pleasure while the sight of Mary Jane and Diana took up all his attention.

He actually seemed a little neurotic now that they were focusing on him. “I was, uh, just keeping myself ready so that I could be of use to you when you decided to—“

“Oh, we’ve decided to,” Mary Jane interrupted sultrily. “Di, you’re our guest—would you like to do the honors?”

Diana detached herself from Mary Jane—MJ stroked her silky back as she departed to get one last feel of her—and the Amazon knelt down in front of Peter. She breathed on his bulging cockhead and that was enough to convince Peter to take his hand off his aching prick. With its length freed up, Diana wrapped her slender fingers around it and parted her lips around its tip.

“Ahh!” Peter moaned. “YEAHH!”