Tess Black update

“Looking for this?” Felicia asked, holding her phone up in Jane Foster’s face. As the light from it shone out and Felicia’s voice rang out, the slim brunette awoke, stirring restlessly out of her sleep. 

“Wha? What? Thor! That’s his hammer?”

“Is it?” Felicia asked coyly, pulling her phone back as Jane thoughtlessly swiped for the photo displayed on its screen.

“Where is it?” Jane demanded, sitting up in bed. “How’d you even manage to—“

“That’s not important,” Felicia interrupted, looking up and down Jane now that she wasn’t covered by her blankets. The petite woman looked good, even in just a loose T-shirt. “I don’t want to keep Mew-mew away from Thor or Bill or Volstagg or whoever it is that you’ve got carrying it these days. I know they’re probably going to use it to stop Galactus from eating the planet, and that’s good for me. But, I do think I deserve a little finder’s fee for returning this valuable lost property.”

“You’re the one who stole it!”

“You can’t prove that.”

“You’re a thief!”

“Stereotype much?” Felicia smiled. “Relax. It’s nothing too big. I just look at Thor and his big strong arms and Sif and her big strong arms and I think—wouldn’t it be nice if I could get a booty call from Asgard when I’ve got nothing else to do on a weekend?”

“You cannot be serious.”

“What can I say? Money can’t buy you happiness.” Felicia pocketed her phone, grinning at how Jane’s eyes followed it almost longingly, the image of the hammer disappearing. “And you are a citizen of Asgard, aren’t you? So, as a sign of good faith…”

“You cannot be serious.”

Felicia got off the bed and stripped its sheets away, staring happily at Jane’s bare legs and the panties that she revealed. Uncovered and quite dazed, Jane was left to cover herself with her hands while she watched the beautiful cat burglar who had so easily invaded her house and her privacy. Anger tried to stir in Jane's dazzled, glowing body and she thought about arming herself.

“If you agree,” Felicia said, “join me in the living room. No clothes allowed.”

She turned to leave the bedroom, and the hammer was forgotten as Jane saw the pair of big, rolling buttocks that showed from above the tops of the thief's nylons and from below the tail of her white shirt.

Jane stripped. She owed Thor that much.

***

As soon as Morwen was finished with him, Peter headed home and found the magic rune Loki had given him. He had a chit with someone involved in all this Norse craziness, and though he was loath to involve Loki of all people in his affairs, even when he claimed to own Peter a favor, this definitely called for it.

“Well?” a feminine voice came from behind him. “What’s taken so long?”

Peter turned around. ‘Loki’ was a bouncy, nubile young lady who promised to be as voluptuous as any woman there was when her clothes came off. As revealed in a tightly clinging green dress, she had plump breasts, a trim, round ass, and creamy thighs outlined ruthlessly inside her dress.

“I thought you would’ve called on my help eons ago.”

Peter decided not to question it. These things just seemed to happen. Like that time Captain Marvel became a woman. “I didn’t want to bother you unless it was important.” He’d read enough mythology to know that mouthing off to a god was a pretty bad idea. And thanks to Mary Jane, he’d met enough divas to know the combination of fawning and pleading to help his case.

“Alright then, what seems to be the—”

Loki stopped. She appeared lost in thought. Then she kissed Peter.

Peter was into it. He was very into it.

"Want to get undressed?" he asked when the kiss was broken.

"Yes!" Loki responded in a throaty whisper. "Oh yes, I most certainly want to get undressed!" 

The thought of his nude flesh against hers sent waves of insane lust through her. She reached into his lap, her palm cupping the bulge of his manhood through his pants. Then her hand went quickly up to his belt, undoing it. She considered undressing him, peeling away his clothing bit by bit in a slow, teasing manner. But she was too hot, her panties already like damp tissue against her quivering sex. Her hand came back to her own lap. Her fingers brushed briefly between her thighs, and she smiled a little as she felt how her juices had leaked through to form a warm circle around her crotch.

She began to unbutton her top with one hand while freeing the snap of her waistband with the other. She kicked off her heels, then stood and worked her underwear down over her young hips. It was too dark to see much, and Peter could barely make out her silhouette. But even that was exciting to him—the outline of her nude hips and thighs, her cleavage hanging open, no bra beneath, her panties bunched at her feet. He stood and began stripping frantically. 

Loki watched him, finding his haste thrilling; the mad way he was stepping out of his pants excited her. He practically ripped his shirt off.

They were both naked.

They lowered themselves to the ground. He swung one leg over her, and his knee scraped down the far side of her thigh. One hand gripped her shoulder while the other fought desperately to grab his prick.

He lowered himself between her outspread thighs, forcing his hips down so that his cock was within inches of her gaping pussy and his balls dangled in the crook of her ass. She grabbed him, stroked him, worked him like she was turning a hunk of clay into art.

And now his prick was propped up between her legs, part of its shaft resting in the thick bush of her cunt hair. It twitched spasmodically. Again and again, his balls slapped up against the throbbing wetness of her empty cuntlips as he rutted against her hand.

"Loki..." he moaned, slipping his fingers from her cunt and reaching for her jerking hand. He heaved her body up from the ground and half-turned so that she was poised underneath him. He meant to grab his cock from her grasp, aim it, and bury it inside her before he came. He might just be in time.

With a deep sigh, Peter grasped his big, throbbing, leaking cock and directed it toward Loki's center. He felt the vulval ring resist, then yield, allowing his cockhead to squeeze inside.

"Oh! I can't believe my eyes!" they heard a raspy female voice gasping.

Peter whirled around in shock! Standing in the doorway was Morwen. Her eyes glittered brightly with a perverse joy, and something else Loki couldn't figure out for a moment.

"Who would’ve guessed a little lust spell of mine would get the better of the God of Mischief!" she cackled, striding briskly across the room to stand beside them and compress her lips, bitterly, as she stared at Loki's red-hot open cunt.

Peter's mouth opened, but no words came out. He barely glanced at Morwen. There was nothing about her form that he did not already know. His eyes flicked to Loki's lush figure and inched up and down. Her tits were huge, at least three times the size of Morwen’s taut mounds. Then he saw her narrow waist and the sudden flare of Loki’s softly curved hips. He savored the sleekness of her mound and saw that she had a dense thatch of curly dark hair. That held his attention and he never did see the elegant taper of her long legs.

The sight of her made his cock ache. So young, so ripe and so tempting—also forbidden. It was obscene to even think of cheating on Mary Jane again, but the voice of his conscience did nothing to still the hot, painful throb of his anxious cock.

"Of course," Morwen simpered coyly, "I saw him first." She whisked over to lock the office door and came tramping back over the rug.

"What do you mean? I'm afraid to ask," Loki mumbled.

"I'd like a little of this," she said hotly, reaching for Peter’s cock. "Then Loki can have a turn on your beautiful cock."

Peter swallowed hard. He looked at Loki and shrugged helplessly.

Morwen hoisted her skirt and planted her bare ass on Peter's desk top.

Loki stood up and moved to gather her clothes up off the floor.

"Not so fast, Laufeyson," Morwen snapped. "Stay naked! I want to finger the cunt this man couldn't resist while he fucks me. Stand up here beside me."

Loki obediently moved close to her and parted her soft thighs a little. She looked down at the closely trimmed cunt that was revealed when the woman leaned back and raised her legs. It didn't look all that bad. Her thighs were smooth and white, and her pussy held very tightly together, like it had hardly been used at all. 

"Suck him until he's up hard and full," Morwen commanded Loki. "Then you can guide him into me. No reason why I shouldn't enjoy all the fish who’ve fallen into my net." She grinned evilly.

Peter's cock began to swell, in spite of his reluctance to let it, the moment Loki's teeth began to nip on his cockhead. He grew more and more rigid, his long shaft sneaking his burgeoning knob in between her soft lips.

"That's enough. He's ready to fuck me now," Morwen snapped at Loki. "You’re overly fond of that, you hot bitch."

Peter turned and stepped between her open legs, looking down at the pussy he had to fuck. He held his cock stiffly, nudging the wide head between her tight cuntlips. She gasped and shuddered from head to foot when she felt his cock moving into her cunt.

"Ah!" Her short explosive gasp echoed through the still room.

A long, shuddering moan escaped her dry lips as Peter's cock kept sliding further and further into her cunt. She lay back on the desk and lifted her shaking legs.

"Fuck me. Fuck me, you gorgeous hunk of man," she whispered hotly. "Show the Lady Loki what she’s missing. Fuck! Fuck!"

A delicate pink flush crept over her whole body. Her hips shook from need. Her hands ripped her blouse open. Two large, firm white tits spilled out. Loki's eyes narrowed as she watched the other woman's cunt working on Peter's plunging cock.

She had to admit the woman knew how to fuck and how to enjoy a hard dick inside her. She noticed Peter was swinging his hips a little more rapidly and eagerly. That pussy he was fucking must be wonderfully tight around his thick cock. In spite of her irritation at the interruption of her own pleasures, she could not help feeling hotly sympathetic for the hungry woman.

Loki walked around the desk and bent over, her hands softly gathering the woman's quivering tits together and rubbing the swollen nipples. Morwen's eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar touch. She suddenly got even hotter, clasping her own hands over Loki's and pressing them tightly to her heaving chest.

Loki, growing feverish to caress the girl's naked flesh, said, "Peter, halt for the moment. I want to take off her dress." Peter reluctantly stopped fucking, slamming his cock as deeply as possible, then holding it there. The girl's wet, warm cunt tightly enveloped his cock. Loki quickly unfastened Morwen's dress and yanked it off, then pushed the girl back down across the desk. As soon as it was off, Peter started fucking the girl's tight pussy again.

"My lust spell is working overtime," Morwen whispered. "Or maybe you’ve been needing a good cock for a while now. I... I..." The words stuck in her throat. "Come up on the desk, Loki. Move over me. I want to suck your pretty cunt. Oh, damn! I'm so hot. Fuck me harder, Peter!"

"Ummmm," Loki sighed softly. "You do knew how to suck a cunt! Oh, what a technique she has, Peter!"

In spite of herself, Loki dragged her cunt with tantalizing tingles over the gasping mouth beneath her. She reached down to open her cuntlips and tease her clit out, rigid and swollen full of hotly racing blood, to be licked by the expert tongue working on her cunt.

Peter's hard prick pounded in and out of the godly snatch that devoured every inch of his hard meat. His hands pushed her thighs wide open. Her cunt slurped and sucked as he reamed her box with more and more violent thrusts.

Loki gasped when the mouth sucking her pussy closed like a trap over her entire cunt. She squatted there, shaking, watching Peter's cock slam to the very bottom of the hole that was drawing out another load of raging cum from his swollen balls.

"Ooooh, shit, yesssss!" Morwen wailed. "Get into meeeeee!"

"Unnnhhhh, Jesus, so fucking tight!" he groaned. Peter grabbed her hips and forced her down on the desk so hard she couldn't move an inch. His rod jerked and spurted one wildly angry jet after another into her creaming cunt. He shuddered, squeezing his eyes tightly shut.

He stepped back, his cock snapping up to hit with a wet thud against his hard-muscled belly. Loki slid back and stumbled around the desk and flopped in his soft chair. Her cunt stung and burned and seemed hungrier than ever before to feel a stiff cock inside it.

The happy sorceress sat up, huffing and puffing. "Wonderful! Simply wonderful. And my, oh, my, what a sweet pussy you have, Loki!"

Now there was a trace of bitterness in her voice. She seemed transformed into a gentle, loving woman by those ecstatic minutes, lying on the hard desk. She slid off and knelt on the floor between Loki's open legs.

"Let me finish you, my dear." Her voice trembled with passion. She fell hotly between Loki's widespread thighs, her mouth again seeking the warm honey beneath the wet curls. Her tongue flicked around on Loki's pulsating cunt, making her catch her breath and reach down to stroke Morwen's cheeks.

"Yes! Mmmmm. Suck my cunt," Loki whimpered. "I'm so close to coming. If... if you do this with Peter, I envy him. The way you use your mouth and tongue is simply divine!"

Her ass began to writhe up and down on the soft cushion. Her mouth hung open, gasping for air. Loki's body broke out in a heavy dew of perspiration. Her nipples grew crinkled and stiffly erect. Peter stood stock still, watching her going for her climax, his eyes wide and his cock throbbing.

"Can't believe this," he muttered under his breath, "Two crazy hot women. Sucking and coming in my home office."

Equally as hard for him to believe was his desire to keep on fucking, even though his cock was so sore his fingertips felt like sandpaper touching his member.

Loki's eyes suddenly opened wide. She doubled over in the chair, reaching out to grab Morwen's head and jam it hard against the open V of her shaking thighs.

"Coming!" she moaned. "Commmiiinnng!" Her feet kicked out, hitting the edge of the desk and scooting the chair backwards. Morwen's finger was buried in Loki's creaming cunt. She fingerfucked the shaking girl as Loki groaned and tried to close her legs on the probing finger.

"Beautiful! Look how hard she comes. I used to come like that, too," Morwen muttered. She stood up, abruptly, smoothing her hair. She magicked her clothing back on and patted her hair back into place.

"Well, that felt good. Let’s see how it looked. Peter, fuck her like you just fucked me.”

***

Jane came out of the bedroom naked.

She was smaller and more slender than Felicia’s tastes generally ran, with her flat chest and slim hips, but there was something kinky and kittenish in her gamine body. The way she held herself, the combination of nervousness and boldness, it proved very alluring. Like a virgin psyching herself up for a first kiss, she was beguiling because she wasn’t the physically perfect, aggressively masculine or feminine sort that Felicia usually favored.

"You can have that, if you want," Jane said in the kitchen, while the Black Cat drank deeply from a bottle of orange juice.

Felicia set the bottle back in the refrigerator, closed the door and turned to Jane, grasping her arms. "I know that, Jane. I can do anything I want with you. Can't I?"

Jane bit her lower lip and nodded. The Black Cat laughed and kissed her, then went to a kitchen chair and sat down. She patted her nyloned knee and said, "Come and sit down here and tell me about yourself, Jane."

Jane was never more aware of her nakedness than just then. And never more proud of the figure she had to offer to this strangely and powerfully compelling woman. Felicia had her sit down astraddle her very warm thigh, and the moment Jane's cunt kissed the thigh of the Black Cat those orgasmic tinglings started surging and flowing inside her.

"So tell me about your sex life, Dr. Foster. My sources told me you live all alone, an odd sort of situation for someone as pretty and warm-blooded as you are."

Jane's very wet cunt was mashed down on the welt of the woman's hose, tautly stretched over her broad, tapered thigh. Her cuntlips were split apart, her clitoris was kissing the nyloned leg, and her hands were clutching at the naked thigh of the Black Cat beauty for support. She had only sampled the lesbian embrace in the past. Now it was rising in waves through her naked body, compelling her to do as she was told or suffer through the most acute frustration she had ever known.

"I've been... playing around with Thor."

"Playing around?" said Felicia, hands on Jane's naked hips, firmly and gently moving her on her thigh.

"I taught him to fuck. It taught him to get down on his knees and kiss my cunt every time I snapped my fingers at him," Jane blurted, squirming her cunt on Felicia's thigh, clutching harder at the softer flesh higher up. "I trained him like a dog, and he loved it! But now he's gone."

Felicia shrugged and massaged Jane's thighs, moved her manicured thumbs so close to her cunt that Jane thought she might faint. "Oh, he'll be back. I know something about boys, and I know he'll be back."

"You know something about girls, too," Jane said. She squeezed her thighs very tightly on Felicia's, recharging her hot, electric tinglings. "And you know quite a lot about women."

"Indeed I do." Felicia reached up and fondled Jane's tits softly. Then she plucked at each nipple quite sharply, eliciting a sharp gasp and orgasmic jolt in the brunette, and she said, "And all they think about is sex."

"I can see why," Jane said, tilting her pelvis backward, pressing her clitoris against Felicia's thigh and shivering hotly all over. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever known in my life."

"But you don't know me yet," said the Black Cat, and began to open her blouse.

Jane pushed her hands aside and did it for her. Still slack-jawed and panting. Jane fumbled each button open and bared Felicia's huge, bra-covered tits. She ground and squeezed her cunt on Felicia's leg while she handled and mauled those big tits, and as she peeled a bra strap down over Felicia's elegant shoulder, the beautiful Black Cat thrust out her tongue and waggled it at Jane.

It was an inordinately long tongue. Jane found that out the moment she closed with her mouth on Felicia's, sucking more of her tongue into her mouth, feeling it probing on down through her body and into her cunt. Felicia's tongue wriggled in from above, Jane's clitoris wriggled up from below, and Jane clung hard to Felicia's tits and mouth and started cumming again.

"Feeling good now?" Felicia murmured, tickling the corners of Jane's panting mouth with her tonguetip.

"Feeling beautiful! You're beautiful!" Jane exclaimed, squirming cunt and mauling tit and breathing in perfumed breath.

Felicia pushed back the orgasming woman, slowly peeled down a bra cup and exposed an enormous, boldly thrusting tit, complete with a brilliant pink nipple that stuck out for more than an inch.

"Kiss-kiss. Suck-suck," she purred, plucking at her nipple with a thumb and a dainty forefinger.

Jane ducked down and devoured her nipple. She was still cumming, cumming in a beautiful way, with no hurry at all about it and no end at all in sight.

"That's very nice, Jane," said Felicia, stroking her head, tousling her long black hair. "I suppose you've had lots of experience sucking on cocks. Cock-sucking women, I've found, make for very nice female companions."

Jane held the fat tit in both hands and sucked on its turgid nipple. Her cunt was now down close to Felicia's knee, and still steadily grinding its very wet way through her orgasms. She sucked and licked on that beautiful teat, backed off panting to stab and swirl the hard nipple with her stiffened tongue, then looked up at the smiling Black Cat and spoke.

"I want to kiss your cunt."

"Say please."

"Please, Felicia. Please, pretty Felicia. Please let me kiss your cunt!"

Felicia smiled and nodded. Jane rasped her cunt off the nyloned knee and knelt between the parting legs of the Black Cat, and there she spread out the hot-blooded cuntlips and looked inside.

"You're so wet and so pink and you smell so good! And your clit! Felicia, it's enormous!"

"Nothing small about me," Felicia said, and tugging at Jane's hair, she drew Jane's hot mouth to her much hotter cunt.

With a hot, stiffened tongue, Jane stabbed through the juicy ripe slit and licked it all over. Felicia uttered a heartfelt sigh and lifted one leg and placed her heel on the edge of the kitchen chair. Crouching on the floor, Jane smacked hot kisses all through the wet cunt she'd been offered, pushing Felicia's muscular legs even wider apart, still roaring and surging inside with her weird and wonderful pleasures. Those pleasures surged higher at the anguished tone in Felicia's throaty voice.

"Jane, do you want to make me cum? If you do, just keep it up. Oh, baby, you've got a good mouth. Keep it up, darling. Suck on my clitoris, lick it. And open your legs so I can get to your cunt."

Just then, the pointed toe of Felicia's high-heeled shoe seemed as good as Thor’s cock had ever been. Jane clamped her legs tight on it and felt it burrow up against her aching clitoris while she ardently sucked on the clit of the Black Cat. Jane was cumming again, but now she held it in control, needing to see all she could of this Amazon's orgasm.

"Oh, God!" Felicia explosively said, thrusting up with her bald cunt, squirming her big naked buttocks on the seat of the kitchen chair.

"Oh, YES!" she cried out, dragging Jane's head harder still between her legs, clutching and mauling at her naked tit, and screwing up her beautiful face into an even more beautiful mask of unholy lust.

"EAT CUNT AND CUM! EAT CUNT AND CUM!" Felicia howled, rocking the walls with her shouting, rocking the chair with her hot gyrations, and rocking Jane to an almost equally frenzied orgasm with the point of her shoe and the scene she presented to her.

Jane slashed all up and down though the Black Cat's cunt with her tongue, kissed it all over again, while Felicia sighed and relaxed. Jane's face was all wet from Felicia's richly scented cunt and her thighs were all wet with her own juices when Felicia leaned forward, smiling, and pushed her back from between her legs.

"Very nice. You made me feel good," Felicia purred, and kissed Jane with sudden fierce, probing ardor, making Jane helplessly peak once again.

"I want more," Jane said when she could. "Felicia, I can't get enough of you."

“That’s nice,” Felicia said. “Now pass on my little message to Asgard—for when I’ve got enough of you.”