Peter/Diana/Amora

Diana smiled around the engorged prick splitting her lips. She still burned brightly between her legs where Peter’s tongue had worked its magic. She loved being eaten out and she loved giving oral pleasure. Giving and receiving were proving the perfect capper to her adventure with this trusted ally.

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Wonder Woman and Spider-Man were having another team-up. Amora could see it in her crystal ball. Diana always seemed to get him out of the city and, out in nature, they always seemed to fuck. It seemed a pathetic way for someone as beautiful as Diana to have a booty call, but if she needed the excuse of having gone on a quest to justify sex to herself, at least the sex looked like it was worth. Joining in would power the Enchantress’s spells for quite some time.

Amora teleported into place behind Diana. Peter was leaning against a tree trunk, clutching hold of two branches in his hands while his head fell back almost in exhaustion at the pleasure he was experiencing. Diana knelt before him, completely unselfconscious about having her princess’s knees down in the mud while she pleased a man. 

Amora could see the Amazon’s sweetly rounded ass twisting and writhing, the sable-black hairs of her cunt between her bare thighs. Diana had removed her star-spangled panties, which hung from another branch, and from the glimmering wetness on her thighs, it was obvious Peter had taken full advantage of the opportunity. 

It was then that Peter opened his eyes, finally seeing Amora standing before him. She was a tall woman, he thought to himself, five-foot-eight and wonderfully built. She was naked, from her long and shapely legs to her gently rounded hips, her statuesque frame still going up into a tiny waist and a firmly jutting pair of D-cups, all caressed by silky blonde hair blowing untethered in the breeze. As much as he wanted Diana to keep blowing him, he wanted Amora just as bad.

Walking up to him until her pubis was nearly touching Diana’s bobbing head, Amora reached out and took Peter’s hand. She placed it on one of her full, heaving breasts and he squeezed, very hard, making her cry out. Not in pain, but in ecstasy. She stroked his hand and he squeezed her tit harder.

Diana finally noticed Amora’s presence at the sound, turning her head to see Amora’s loins, the golden sheen of her pubic hair and the sweet roundness of her buttocks. Peter’s cock throbbed hard in her mouth, even harder than it had when she’d been sucking in, and Diana looked up to see Amora pulling Peter’s face down to her bare breasts, burying him in their sweeping contours. Seeing him moaning inside their muffling heft, all Diana could feel was envy.

Amora ran her hand through Peter’s hair and suddenly he was pumping his hips, thrusting his prick into Diana’s mouth and down her throat. Diana’s eyes widened in surprise. She’d only been playing before, not truly trying to make Peter come, wanting to save his virility for when he truly entered her, but now he seemed determined to climax!

Then she felt Amora’s hand on her head, superhuman strength holding her in place, more superstrength fucking between her lips as Peter drove himself demandingly into her face. She’d felt an odd sense of power before, kneeling before Peter but reducing him to putty in her hands as he’d do anything for the sensation to go on—a slave to her worship of him. Now Diana was something else, a target, a hole for Peter to act out his lust upon, one half of the act that Amora was asking of them in the most beguiling terms. 

I could get used to this, Diana thought, wrapping her arms around Amora’s long leg and clinging to it as Peter made her throat him, as Amora made her throat him, as she reached for Amora’s pussy and all three of them fucked the Enchantress through each other.