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Silver And Black And White

Peter’s cock surged into Sable’s frantically twitching sex as she bounced up and down on it. He knew exactly how to angle his hips and gently rock his manhood so it went deep into Sable’s dropping cunt, as deep as she could take it. She felt the burning blood of his engorged erection all the way in her belly as she came down on his pulsating crotch. The heat radiated throughout her body, so much of it, and yet she wanted more…

And ‘more’ was the key word in Felicia’s vocabulary. She was going to get it and give it. Seeing that Sable wasn’t romantic enough to appreciate a kiss from Peter’s wicked tongue, she decided to be so kind as to give Peter the chance to apply himself there. She straddled his face, seating her white-haired cunt right on his mouth.

Peter continued pitching Sable up and down on his lap, letting her do most of the bounding work, but keeping the rhythm going with his left hand on her hip, while his right hand was on Felicia. He fondled her ass as he kissed her wet pussy, licking her and fingering her as she writhed about on his face. Felicia moaned happily—this was the only way she could share her Spider. As much fun as she knew his cock was, how could she envy Sable when his tongue was being fucked into her cunt?

Of course, capricious as she was, she did envy Peter some. It must’ve felt so good, having a big cock like his and a tight pussy like Sable’s… Felicia would just have to help herself to a little something before she felt left out. And so she leaned down to Sable, taking hold of her breasts, playing with them, pulling at their nipples… not as good as her own, of course, but unless she was willing to fuck Emma Frost—and she wasn’t doing that again—she would just have to make do.

As orgiastically satisfying as Sable found it to ride Peter’s cock like a bucking bronco, she wasn’t immune to her own petty concerns. Namely, she really couldn’t abide letting Felicia paw at her like a rich bitch at a strip club without doing something to show the cat burglar that she wasn’t such hot shit. And so, looking down at where Felicia’s cunt was splayed over Peter’s licking mouth, she spied Felicia’s clit, reached down, and rubbed it as she continued pleasuring herself atop Peter’s jerking cock.

Felicia cried out and spasmed and jetted out her orgasmic cream, not so above it all when Peter’s tongue was in her cunt and Sable’s fingers were on her clit. Sable smiled at the blissful expression on Felicia’s beautiful face. She’d make an excellent consort—a mistress for Peter to fuck when Sable was too busy. Or for Sable to ride when she was bored of Peter’s cock. They’d be so happy together. And Sable didn’t plan to be bored of Peter’s cock very often at all…

The first thing she’d do, once they’d handled the paperwork, would be to get Peter to web her up. She knew he would like that. They all would. She shivered as she imagined the things he and Felicia would do to her once she’d made it abundantly clear she had no interest in stopping them. Just as soon as he put a baby in her belly, the rest of her body was theirs to play with.

God, she hoped Felicia’s pussy tasted as good as Peter was making it sound, moaning and sighing as he tongued inside her, not letting either of them get away with not coming for him.

The Mask

He shoved her dress up over her breasts, and for once Lucy was sorry they were so big, because with their heft, the Mask was easily able to hang the dress over them like a shelf. “Oh, look at your tits! Look at how hard your nipples are!”

Lucy shook her head—she didn’t want to see how hard her nipples were. She could feel how they were almost painfully erect. “OHHHH! GOODDD!”

“God answers to me!” the Mask roared as he surveyed his handiwork. There was a lot to survey, from the mountains of her breasts to the verdant forest of her pubic hair. It was a regular natural park. “Take only pictures and leave only tongue marks,” he intoned, before licking one of her hot nipples.

“Gnnn!” Lucy gasped, shaking so hard the crinkly dress dropped back down off her tits.

This time, the Mask draped it over her head, filling her ears with the crinkling sound of its crepe. He licked her other nipple.

“AAIEE!”

With the dress covering her head, Lucy didn’t have to even try to hide her emotions. She let her expression become eager, her mouth drool with the hunger for getting his cock in her mouth, her eyes glaze over with lust—all hidden by the dress that the Mask had blown up over her head like an umbrella being reversed in a windstorm. 

At least, she would’ve been hidden, if the Mask hadn’t pulled the dress back down to look her in the eye.

“Before we get started, my safe word is antidisestablishmentarianism.”

He flung the dress back over her face and smacked his lips against her breasts, drooling all over their firm flesh as he stuffed it into his mouth, slavering and sputtering, howling and crooning—Lucy felt like the Tasmanian Devil was giving her foreplay, a million love bites and tongues covering her breasts at once. It all added up to an amazing feeling. Her nipples got as hard as granite. Her tits heaved like they were volcanoes erupting. Her eyes rolled back in her head, letting her hear fireworks going off and see disco balls glinting as she came.

“OHHH… MY… GODDD!!!”

She lowered the dress from her face to see, cross-eyed, the Mask behind the counter of a fireworks stand, offering sparklers, Black Cats, Frat Parties, Domino Masks, Explodinators, Wet Whizzers, Sex Kittens, and Rocket Mans. 

“Ready for round two?” he asked her, tossing a cherry bomb up and down in his hand.

Mary Marvel's Curiosity

Mary’d always wondered about sex. She knew about avoiding pregnancy and venereal diseases. She knew where babies came from. She even knew a lot, in theory, about fucking: in books, in movies, sometimes in porn.

But when she was Mary Marvel, she was curious.

Mary had started masturbating as her superheroine self. It felt so much better than when she’d tried it as her normal self, and besides, she needed to do something to relieve the intense ache in her virgin sex. 

The funny thing was, a lot of boys had asked her out. She looked good even as plain old Mary. But she flatly turned them down. They bored her.

If Mary were asked to pick out an ideal man, she would have chosen Superman without hesitation. Everyone agreed he was handsome and kind and looked like he knew all about how to treat women.

Boys still bored her. They were clumsy oafs compared to suave, knowledgeable Superman—‘Supes’. Just looking at him, she felt a closeness she’d never had with those awkward creeps who tried to ‘score’ her. And when he came to Philadelphia, he would look at her sometimes, his eyes hot, drinking in her swelling breasts and sleek legs. She felt restless, feverish, her cunt throbbing and aching, and she knew he wanted her as passionately as she wanted him. 

She didn’t know what to do about that, though. She just hoped that if she kept taking off her panties when he was around, wearing only her skirt, something would happen. 

Or at least keep feeling good when she lay anxiously awake in bed, fingering herself in desperation, wondering if he could hear her fucking herself. If he knew she was thinking of him.

Dear God, please don’t let him be a little kid in real life…

Smuttydale

Harmony slowly relaxed. She couldn’t help herself; it all felt too good to stay tensed up—Buffy’s finger pushing deep into her ass, while the demon’s ramming cock spread smooth desire through her body. And there she was between the two of them… feeling good… so good…

Buffy was relaxing herself. She could tell Harmony was really enjoying it now, enjoying it so much she just had to admit it. Buffy could feel Monty’s enormous length through the thin, delicate flesh that separated Harmony’s rectum from her cunt. It was charging into Harmony with a compelling rhythm that would’ve nagged at the most prudish prude in Sunnydale. And Harmony, well… she was a slut.

How could she not be enjoying herself?

Harmony tried again to look back and make eye contact with Buffy, but all she managed to do was show the pleasure written all over her cutely blushing face. Some victim. “Ohhh—ooo… Please, please, Buffy, make him stop! Hnn! I won’t tell anybody! Gh! I promise!”

Buffy gave her the sympathetic, but ultimately coy smile of a banker denying a loan. “I wish I could, Harm, really I do, but he won’t stop now until he comes inside you. You might as well enjoy it, honestly. He certainly is.”

Harmony shook her head: “He’s going to rip me in half!”

Buffy laughed. “If you say so. You’re the one getting off on it.”

She could virtually see the pleasure tingling over Harmony’s skin, spreading out from where Monty’s wonderful cock was impaling her. And she could see Harmony open her legs up slightly, her back curving as she angled herself to better receive Monty’s irresistible fucking. 

Buffy wasn’t entirely without pity. She helped out where she could—fingering Harmony’s asshole in time to Monty’s thrusts, feeling the anus tighten as Harmony’s mind got some relief from thinking solely of how a demon was ruining her cunt. Soon, Harmony was humming with ecstasy, not pain, her hips moving as a woman moved for a man. Oh yes. Harmony’s body had the idea, even if her mind was taking its sweet time. But then, Harmony always had been a slow learner.

With her free hand, Buffy picked up the phone she’d happened to leave nearby, thumbed her way past the lockscreen, and shook it to bring up the photography app. All so convenient. She’d have to thank Will for pointing her to such a good phone. 

First, she took some memorable photos of Harmony’s flushed face, stabbing her sodomizing fingers extra deep to show off that Harmony was enjoying herself. Then she went the other way, taking some selfies with Harmony’s wrecked cunt stretched around Monty’s sizable shaft, her flowing arousal staining her thighs, her lower body flexing rhythmically as she pumped her cunt to meet Monty’s cock with a growing desperation for more.

Finally, she shot a video of the Cordette, so very recently inducted into demon-fucking, but already showing an athletic knack for it. She undulated in graceful harmony with Monty’s rutting thrusts, her cunt yielding softly to being pistoned into, even her skin nicely reddening as Monty’s heavily sperm-laden balls swung against her flesh like a paddle. Well, all of Cordy’s friends hoped to make it in the movies. What could be more Hollywood than having a sex tape?