Themysciran Treasures update

Diana led down on the bed, never looking away from his erect manhood, her eyes sparkling every moment she looked at it. “It’s so beautiful!” she exclaimed. “I can’t wait to know how it feels inside me.”

Peter went to her, and as he crawled onto the bed, Diana took his head in her hands and pulled him to her breasts. “Here. Suck,” she said, guiding a pink nipple into his lips.

Peter let out a harsh breath as he opened his mouth and accepted the stiff nipple, making Diana squeal with his tongue lapping wetly over its hardness. He caught it between his teeth and bit down, Diana relaxing into a moan as the pressure of his bite radiated through her chest. She ran her hands over Peter’s body, feeling his slender muscles before reaching down to his cock.

“Oh, darling, that feels incredible!” she said as she trickled her fingers over his balls, then gripped his shaft. “I need you inside me now,” she continued, rolling over on top of him. “I’m going to ride you. Just relax and try to stay hard for me, okay?”

“Okay,” Peter repeated.

Diana straddled him, kneeling on either side of his hips. She was shocked by her own want. It was like she needed to be on top of him, to claim his erection, to sink down and hold his lovely cock inside herself without even the possibility of him taking it away.

She thought about how this boy had looked fucking that white-haired bitch. “What was her name?”

“Who?” Peter replied, barely able to think while she was poised over him.

“The woman with the white hair.”

“Felicia.”

“Felicia,” Diana repeated, tasting the name. “I want all that you didn’t give to her, Peter.”

She reached down to open herself with her fingers and then lowered herself down onto his cockhead, feeling it first touch her womanhood—broad, burgeoning, like the muzzle of a loaded gun pointed into her sex—she dropped down further. He slipped inside her with liquid ease, the only friction coming from his sheer size pressing against all sides of her passage at once. It was very nearly a perfect fit. 

Peter moaned, his hips twitching, trying to force more of his cock into her as she kept up her slow descent down his manhood. Hot stabs of pleasure flitted through her body as his prick rocked inside of her, adding his energetic thrusts to the sheer size that was fulfilling her. Diana growled in happy agony. “Yes, fuck me!” she gasped, seating herself on his groin and letting him slam up into her, jostling her entire naked body, sending ripples through her soft flesh that only intensified Peter’s lust. “Fuck me! Fuck me! By Zeus’s thunder, fuck me!”

Peter drove his hips up to meet her cunt. She was launched several inches into the air by his thrust and she came back down on the base of his cock, laughing joyously as she was again bounced on his lap by Peter’s tireless fucking. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, drawing the boy’s eyes with hypnotic zeal, and Diana laughed—leaning down and stuffing her other nipple into his mouth this time.

“Your cock feels so wonderful going into me!” she keened, rolling her hips to meet, match Peter’s thrusts, riding him with a sumptuous skill that pleased them both. “You’re more of a man than any lover I have ever taken!”

Peter’s stricken face seemed surprised at the comment, but Diana wasn’t about to let him defuse the compliment with anything self-effacing. She kissed him, still raising and lowering her ass on his engorged cock. She could tell he was about to come—too soon—she wanted more in her mouth than his overwhelmed tongue…

“Not yet, my love,” she cooed, pulling herself sorrowfully away from his prick and hunching down between his legs. “Let me taste you.”

“Diana… I was about to come…” Peter muttered, stunned.

Diana smiled at him, her womanhood still twitching as she took his cock in her hand. Peter closed his eyes, quivering as she caressed him. She could see his face contort as he tried not to come and his body twitching with pleasure regardless.

“Just a few more minutes, darling,” Diana breathed, forced to look away from his sweet face to watch his foreskin move up and down with her strokes. “Then you can come in my mouth.”

Peter’s eyes shot open. “You… don’t mind?”

“No,” Diana replied. “I like it.” Her mouth was mere inches from his purpling knob. “I want you to show me just how much your cock can give.” She opened her lips and slowly let out her tongue, flicking it over his glans, then shutting her eyes as she savored the taste. It was exquisite—a flavor so savory that it’d almost been wasted, being in her cunt.

Peter grunted, his hands shooting down to grab her head as she ran her tongue along his crown. But before he could force her down onto his erection, Diana opened her mouth wide and engulfed Peter’s burgeoning cockhead. Immediately, Peter’s hips lashed forward, enslaved to the warm pressure Diana’s mouth offered. He needed to ram all of his cock into that sweet tightness. But, barely flexing the corded muscle in her arms, Diana held him down—closing her lips around his knob and gnawing gently at the preternaturally firm flesh. 

It occurred to Diana that just moments ago, his cock had been inside her. She was tasting her own cunt as much as she was tasting him. It was a deliciously comingled taste, his masculine boldness, her feminine sweetness—she couldn’t wait to offer her sex to Peter. He would greatly enjoy learning to please her with his tongue, and she would greatly enjoy teaching him.

She thought again of Peter fucking that woman Felicia as she moved her hand over his length, sucking deliriously on the cockhead. She moved her lips down his shaft, taking more of it into her mouth and down her throat. When there was no more room for her hand to stroke, she moved it to his balls, finding them promisingly weighty. 

Peter tangled his fingers in Diana’s luscious black hair, but even in his ecstasy, he knew better than to try and enter anymore of her throat. He simply held her in place, his arms flexing wildly as he absorbed the bliss Diana was giving him, inadvertently pulling her hair and making Diana hum in pleasure as the pain added spice to her blowjob. 

Her lust skyrocketed—she now wanted all of Peter between her lips. She sucked harder, nipping his shaft with her teeth, working her way down his prodigious length until she had her nose in his pubes. Her head spun as she breathed in his aroused musk, reminding her of the strong taste of precum at his tip.

“Fuuuck,” Peter groaned as he felt her entire throat gulping down his manhood. 

Still not content, even with all of his length stuffed down her throat, in fact straining for her belly, Diana bobbed her head up and down, impaling her gullet on Peter’s member. She actually made herself gag, gasping for breath as she pulled herself a crucial few inches up his cock—then looking up into his contented face, wishing he would force her down on his prick as though they were two warriors in heated battle. She had to do it herself, plunging herself back down despite the discomfort, suckling with her lips at the base of his cock, her tongue licking all over his pulsing shaft, his balls tightening in her hands as she sucked gluttonously on every single inch of his prick.

“I’m gonna come!” Peter warned, but that only made Diana intensify her efforts. She had his cock, now she wanted his cum.

Peter tried to hold off, not give in, prolong the ecstasy he was feeling as long as possible, while Diana was determined to get his seed. The heroine was not used to being denied.

In this battle of wills, they shared victory. Peter’s cock exploded with a fury that resonated throughout his entire body, pouring huge helpings of his cum deep into Diana, almost directly into her stomach. Diana sucked vigorously on his spurting cock, making it ejaculate harder and faster than Peter ever had before, literal firehose force nearly driving Diana off of his cock as she swallowed his cum in quick gulps, drinking down his cream as quickly as possible. But even though she didn’t let the geyser push her clear, it was still too much for her to handle. Rivers of milky cum went both up and down her throat, dripping out her nostrils, running back out her lips.

Peter arched his back, burying Diana’s face in his groin. With agility that outmaneuvered even the Amazon princess, he spun them around to rest his full weight on Diana’s lovely face, ramming down into her mouth from above.

“Take it all, you cocksucker!” he cried, sending his load so deep into Diana’s belly that she felt its warmth scorch her sex.

Diana gagged, his lean weight on her head, his cockhead pumping down her throat. She gurgled fitfully as he flooded her throat, seeming to come directly into her gullet. Liquid warmth seemed to wash over her pussy again, mixing with the boiling arousal inside her sex from Peter’s fetching aggression, making her body burst with sweet release.

Peter pulled back as his ejaculation trickled to a halt, worrying that he was suffocating Diana, but she pulled him back into her mouth and sucked on him as strongly as ever, seeming to bring new cum out of reserves Peter didn’t know he had.

Not yet, Diana thought, looking up at his face, gratified to see it was paled by the sheer effort of his ejaculation. I want it all!

“Mmmmm—nnyesss,” Diana husked, feeling her deliciously tingling afterglow flare up the more voraciously she sucked. She had always enjoyed being of service, and now, feeling Peter’s cum ooze down her throat with each drag she took on his cock, her pussy was rewarding her for making Peter feel so good. “MMMMM!”

Her overwarm cunt died down again and she relaxed her sucking. Peter pulled away, his manhood dropping onto Diana’s nose. Her eyes went wide as she saw that his erection had not diminished in size at all, despite the sizable heft of the cum packing her belly. Peter had ejaculated enough to inflate a basketball—Diana could pat the firmly leaden weight in her belly—yet if anything, his prick seemed bigger than before.

“Great Hera… still hard…” she muttered, forgetting the self-consciousness that would usually prevent her from stating the obvious.

Peter nodded, the gesture flinging droplets of water from his sweaty face and hair. “I’ve been kinda… backed up…”

Diana gaped at him a moment longer, before resolving not to waste this gift from the gods. No, that wasn’t quite fair. She’d received several ‘gifts’ from the gods over the years. This was far better.

She stretched out on her back, licking her lips clean, though his cum still stained her face like war paint. “Fuck me!” she panted, her voice hoarse, battered by the sheer volume of cum she’d had to swallow. “Fuck me now and claim me for all time!”

Peter mounted her, less doing as he was told and more giving in to his own urges the moment she gave him license. He grasped the backs of her thighs as his cockhead pushed against the opening of the cunt. “You have such a gorgeous pussy,” he babbled, with the truth of a boy who was not practiced at stoppering his thoughts.

Diana smiled back at him, taking this for the strong praise it was. “You’re a sweet lad. You deserve this pleasure.”

“We both do,” Peter said, pushing his member all the way inside of Diana, finding her slicker than ever after how her blowjob had aroused her. “Oh shit, that feels amazing!”

“For both of us!” Diana moaned happily, throwing her head back against the mattress in giddy excitement. She found herself as pleased with the fact that Peter was enjoying himself as she was with her own ecstasy. “Oh, darling, do it for us both! Make us both come!”