Knock Knock update

Peter’s cock was still wet from being inside Zatanna and that made Diana sinking down on it even more exciting. She loved the idea of Zatanna’s cream mingling with her own, carried deep inside her cunt by Peter’s member. It made her want to do something to delight Peter in turn.

Diana smiled to herself. She was going to show that indefatigable cock of his just how special she was.

Like a cheerleader doing the splits, Diana lifted her legs to either side of her, until they were perfectly horizontal. Then she leaned her upper body down, reaching out with both arms to touch her toes and steady herself while her breasts hung underneath her. She began to spin, using her flight to rotate herself on Peter’s cock, circling her entire body on it like he was the axle and she was the wheel.

Peter gasped to see it, to feel her cunt stimulating his prick from all sides. “Jesus, I don’t believe it! I’ve never—never anything like this! Fuck, Diana, it feels incredible, incredible!”

Diana spun her impaled sex on his stony erection again, completing the next loop with even more speed. She spun around again, and again, going faster each time. Peter’s eyes were almost bulging out of his head as she twirled on his cock. Even Zatanna could barely believe what she was seeing.

“That’s it, Wondy, take him for a spin!” she giggled, clapping her hands to urge Diana on.

Diana had never felt a man inside her quite like this—would never have tried this with a man less able than Peter. The folds of her cunt were being pulled at and rubbed in a totally unique way. New, different thrills snaked through her splayed pussy as she spiraled on Peter’s steely manhood. She went around and around, her pleasure mounting, coiling inside her like a snake about to strike. It didn’t take long for the sudden spasms to hit.

“Eeee! YES!” she shrieked. “FUCK ME!”

Zatanna looked on, torn between laughter and masturbation. Diana was still revolving around on Peter’s cock, her spread legs like the hands of a clock, flying faster and faster as she convulsed in climax. It looked so comical, but she couldn’t help but envy Diana the sensation. And Peter was beached underneath her like a perfect sex toy, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I still can’t believe it!” he was saying. “I just can’t believe it!”

Diana moaned and Zatanna laughed. Even better than the sex was that they had become so close, so intimate with this man that they could literally screw around with him like he was as old a friend as Diana and Zatanna were.

Peter groaned a little, trying to keep from losing his mind as Diana’s cunt kept twisting and turning around his manhood. His cock was being hit in a new way with each passing second, pulled and swung in delicious ways he’d never felt before. A part of Peter was worried he would never get his prick back, but until then, he was determined to enjoy this to the fullest.

From her opening to her depths, Diana kissed and caressed his shaft. The flame burning inside her threatened to heat him red-hot. And the tightness of her folds gripped him like a soft velvet glove around his prick.

Diana let the friction of the turning warm her. She knew she was too wet for it to do anything more than that, hurt her sensitive insides. And when she finally came to a rest, one leg running up Peter’s torso and the other shooting down between his thighs, she felt as satisfied as she’d ever been. Her body was exhausted with pleasure. But intellectually, she knew there was more. And she wanted it.

She wanted his cum.

Grinding her weight down on Peter’s loins, Diana rolled her hips, undulated her stomach, her inner muscles milking him of his seed, while on the outside, she looked like a belly dancer in the middle of her act, all of her taut muscles relaxing and contracting in a gorgeous symphony of flesh.

“I never thought it could be like this,” Peter moaned.

Diana heard him perfectly well, but decided to prompt him for more anyway. It was shamelessly egotistical, but she loved hearing how awestruck he was by her. “What was that, lover?”

“Being with you. You get tighter every time I fuck you. You’re not like any girl I’ve ever known. You’re more like some succubus come to tempt me.”

Diana laughed. “Are you still tempted? We’ve already done so much…”

“Jesus, babe!” Peter cackled at her question. “I’m tempted to never get out of this bed!”

Diana flashed a smile at Zatanna. “Don’t feel you have to on my account. Zee can bring us our food. Give us sponge baths. As long as that prick of yours stays nice and hard and long for me…”

It was then, just as Peter was on the verge of forgetting he had any responsibilities whatsoever besides bringing these two women to orgasm, that his spider-sense went off. Peter recognized from the tenor that neither he nor the girls were in any immediate danger, but with the hair arching up on his forearms and the back of his neck, it had to be something bad. Something that could hurt a lot of people if left unchecked.

Still, he was tempted to keep going—he was literally right in the middle of some of the best sex he’d ever had—but he also knew that if wasn’t there to stop whatever disaster was unfolding, he’d have who knew how much blood on his conscience. And that would forever curdle the thought of his time with Zatanna and Diana, and that, most of all, he couldn’t live with. As much as it hurt, he had to cut short this threesome to stop it from being ruined.

And who says I’m neurotic?

“Shit!” Peter cried, pushing Diana right off him.