Peter Meets Starfire update

Peter felt Kory’s silky thigh rub against his muscular one. He was wearing khakis, she was wearing shorts. He could feel the warmth of her bare flesh through the fabric, as though her bronzed skin was as heated as its coloring looked. It was one more way she was a tease, and the effect was cumulative. Added to all the other looks, actions, gestures, even the noises she made—the little hums and sighs that sounded of pure sex—it made Peter harder than he would’ve thought possible.

Noises—the librarian had already chewed Kory out multiple times as they studied together. Peter quiet and thoughtful as always, Kory more active, occupying herself with little songs, tapping fingers, her feet clapping together as she sat. Under threat of expulsion from the library, she’d quieted down, which Peter thought made her a perfect target. It was time to get back at her for all the teasing she did with a little teasing of his own.

He reached down under the table they were studying at, quietly lowering his zipper. Then he slid his hand in and hauled out both his rock-hard erection and his swollen balls. Sitting right next to Kory, he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it. With Kory’s nearness, her warmth, her scent, it was like he was fucking her by surrogate. Awash in her sexuality even while she just sat there. Kory even seemed drawn to him, compelled to get involved in his solitary fuck. She rested her head against his shoulder, and in so doing, noticed his cock out, his fist working it to its full erection. She breathed in sharply and turned to meet Peter’s eyes, the greenness of her gaze glowing with arousal.

“You’re jerking off?” she keened, nearly loud enough to draw a chiding from the librarian.

Peter had to smile. He could tell how excited Kory was. It served her right. “What else should I do with a hard-on like this?”

He looked down at Kory’s lap and saw that she was squeezing her bare thighs together, playing with herself as best she could without going all-out and drawing the librarian’s ire. “We shouldn’t,” she gulped. “We might make noise.”

“I won’t if you won’t,” Peter cooed, and saw Kory almost vibrate with arousal at the sound of his voice. He lowered his voice when he talked as Spider-Man and she seemed to like it even when he wasn’t in costume. “You can watch…”

“I forgot how big you were,” Kory trilled, seeming to take just the sight of his size as a sensual caress—her eyes hooded, her lips parted with voluptuous pleasure.

Peter doubted that, but judging from the way her gaze was burning into his erection, he was sure she’d remember from now on. Peter pumped his fist down to his balls, making his cockhead flare with oozing precum. Kory bit her lip, leaning a few inches closer for a better look. Peter wondered how close she’d dare to get. She might give him a blowjob if the sloppy gargling of her fellatio weren’t too noisy.

“If you like looking at me, how about letting me see you?” 

Kory obeyed as if afraid, even embarrassed, of not having him look at her when she was taking such pleasure in seeing his naked cock. She popped the button on her jean shorts, then pulled down the zipper. Peter stared into her open fly to see that her panties were just a thin band of fabric not even covering her pubic mound, but clinging halfway onto either bare labia, cresting the fleshy lips but allowing much of them to be seen. Her trembling clit was behind the crotch of her panties, but the material was so thin and sodden that he could easily make out its outline poking through. Her juices were flowing out of her with every twitch of her clitoris, darkening her shorts as they ran down the insides of her creamy thighs. All of her panties were drenched and more was seeping down between her asscheeks.

Peter gave himself a last squeeze as he looked at her near-naked sex, the sight and the taut feeling of pleasure nearly enough to send him over the edge, but he stopped himself—instead reaching over to grab hold of Kory’s panties. Unhanding his prick left his cockhead so red it was almost glowing, with molten precum trickling down his shaft. Kory moaned at the delicious sight, causing the librarian to raise her head, but not actually look in their direction—dismissing it as only some stretching. 

Kory had managed to silence herself, but she still longed to swallow Peter’s cum. No, he didn’t even have to ejaculate. His cock looked so delicious, she would be satisfied just having it in her mouth. 

Peter drew the panties and opened shorts down Kory’s thighs, until they were completely off her pubis in front and only barely holding onto her ass in the back. His teeth ground together—Peter could see her sweet pussy with its lips like flower petals, its slit flooded with cream, opening to reveal the dark inner recesses of her passage. They clenched and throbbed in anticipation of him, her clitoris standing up in fleshy invitation.

“Jesus,” Peter croaked. He’d had no idea he could seduce Kory so easily. Just showing off his cock had turned her on as much as he always was around her.

“Yes,” Kory whispered, with sensual enjoyment of having Peter see her this way. “It’s nice and creamy, isn’t it? Not dry at all. How long do you think you could fuck a pussy like that, Pete? It certainly wouldn’t give you any problems getting inside… X’Hal, Peter, this is all making me so hot! We either have to stop, or… or… I can’t take it if we don’t… stop…” She babbled dreamily into losing her voice, seeming unable to keep asking him for one thing when she wanted something else so much more.

Peter reached out to her, as much to give her what she wanted as to push his teasing of her to the limit. He took her hand by the wrist and pulled it away from her thigh, where she’d been madly squeezing the firm flesh. Kory watched through lowered lashes, unable to believe what she was seeing, as he brought her hand to his cock. It made her more aroused every minute. 

Peter wrapped her fingers around his manhood, which so galvanized him that a fresh dollop of precum ran from his cockhead and seeped over Kory’s fingers. She was holding his prick. It was dirty, depraved, but so much more thrilling than touching himself had been, even in Kory’s presence. He couldn’t stop her if he wanted to. Peter was now overwhelmed by lust, only able to keep from coming by sheer will. Then Kory made it worse, much worse. She pumped her hand up and down his shaft, running her thumb across his cockhead.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Kory said plaintively. “Please, don’t make noise, Peter. I don’t want you to make noise. I just… can’t stop…”

Peter wasn’t worried about that. His teeth were clenched together so hard it’d take a crowbar to separate them; years of adolescent masturbation after dark had taught him plenty about being subtle. But it was still new to Kory. When he reached over to her lap, she looked at his hand with eyes both pleading and fearful. Even as he dipped his hand into her crotch, Kory didn’t know how she’d react. His cool touch brought out the scalding heat of her sex; she hadn’t realized how hot he’d made her. Peter slid two fingers inside her and touched her inner folds, registering how it felt to Kory by how her grip shook on his member. He put his thumb on her vibrant clit. It seemed to buzz against the pad of his digit.

“Peter, please… please… don’t make me feel so good,” Kory sighed, with her body listening to her no more than Peter was—her hips wiggling, her ass jerking, her cunt giving itself to Peter’s hand. “I can’t keep quiet if you… oooh… make it so nice…”

Waves of bliss from Peter’s feeling fingers were already rippling up her belly, becoming electric currents through her toned thighs. Her legs kicked and her torso shook, large breasts heaving and trembling under Peter’s watchful eyes. Her tight T-shirt showed off all the ripe curves and jelly-like wobbling her breasts did as Kory reacted to every little twitch of Peter’s fingers. She tried to put her moans and gasps out of her mind, focusing instead on making Peter come along with her. She beat his cock faster, her fist flying up and down over his length.

“Oh! Oh! X’Hal!” she gasped, trying as best she could to keep her voice a whisper when her womanhood was melting around Peter’s fingers. He felt her clit shake against his thumb, her inner folds ripple with orgasmic delight. Her cream fled her in a juicy flood, drenching Peter’s hand. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Peter taunted her. “You’re making a lot of noise.”

Kory shook her head frantically. With an effort of will, she made that her only reply. Though tears fell from her eyes as she kept herself from begging and pleading like she dearly wished to. It wasn’t just how good it felt. She wanted to praise Peter, let him know how exquisitely he was pleasing her, as he deserved. It was so awful to think he might not know how wonderful he made her feel…

Then all thought fled her mind. She opened her lips even as Peter kissed her, and she screamed into his mouth, Peter’s invading tongue reducing it to a helpless gurgle. Her ass rutted violently as her body worked its way through the spasms of multiple orgasms, each wracking her voluptuous body in a different way. Her rapture washed over her in waves that grew higher with each passing moment. She held onto his cock as if for dear life, wishing more than anything to feel the cum he held securely in his balls, but unable to move her hand so much as an inch until her ecstasy was over. Then she slumped against him, squirming as close to him as her shaky body dared move, with a dreamy smile increasing the beauty of her face to unbearable levels. 

“Thank you… so much…” she purred, long lashes fluttering over unfocused eyes. “That was… lovely… don’t know… ever repay you…”

“Yeah,” Peter grunted in agreement. He’d managed to restrain himself from joining her in orgasm—a superpowered cumshot from him would probably flip the table their groping was hidden under. But now that he’d proven his point, and gone even further in satisfying Kory as he always hoped she’d do to him, he felt a little ashamed. He hadn’t wanted to embarrass Kory, just let her feel the shoe was on the other foot.

But he needn’t have worried. Kory was unflappable as ever. She smiled sunnily, giggling under her breath, reaching up into his hair to twist his brown locks around her forefinger. “You really know how to touch me. I hope all your appendages feel that nice inside me. If even one of them does… X’Hal, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough!”

Peter looked at Kory, marveling that her rapturously sexual expression could fit on her face alongside such sweetness and honesty. For his part, a wicked gleam came into his eyes. Taking his hand from Kory’s sex, he held it to his mouth, palm and fingers dripping with her wetness, and ran his tongue from the heel of his hand to the tip of his thumb. It was as delicious as everything about Kory was, sending his taste buds into ecstasy. Kory stared at Peter in pure lust for a moment as he greedily sucked his fingers clean, before her expression became gratified. She was very happy to find that Peter liked the taste of her womanhood. She planned to feed him as much as he could stomach.