Knock Knock update

“Hrrrrrh!” Zatanna groaned. In the dream, she didn’t have to worry about size, but in reality, her cunt had to stretch to let in Peter’s fat cock. He was plunging deeper into her with every thrust, every push of his muscular belly against her own toned buttocks, until his cockhead threatened the barrier of her cervix.

Peter moaned himself. Going so deep into Zatanna felt fantastic, even more so when he compared it to Diana. She felt equally incredible, but the differences added to the experience, brought into sharp relief that he was in this affair with two beautiful, exotic women, not just one. 

He drew back, actually able to hear the hungry slurp of Zatanna’s snug sheath releasing his member. Then he thrust back into her, gasping at the pressurized caress her cunt gave him for returning to it. In and out, again and again, he felt a growing warmth inside her, breathing fire into his already aroused manhood. 

There was a joy in simply being turned on so thoroughly, so expertly, and Peter savored it to the hilt. He could barely hold himself back from pumping into her wondrous sex as quickly as possible, something that would surely cause her displeasure if not do harm. Instead, he sated his skyrocketing lust by reaching around Zatanna to palm her plump breasts from behind—and with them in hand, it was even harder to hold himself to the disciplined pace at which he serviced her so diligently. Yet, even the torturous temptation was delicious.

Her voice was so different from Diana’s too, less dignified, more desperate—easier to arouse. She sobbed passionately, pushing her lovely ass back to him, one leg still cocked to allow him to penetrate her as deeply as possible. Peter ground himself into her as much as he could, like he wanted to force his balls into her along with his shaft, his pubic hair brushing against her tingling asshole while his glans hammered the depths of her cunt.

Consciousness entered Zatanna with the same rushing warmth as the pleasure of being fucked. She fought reality, mistaking her delight for an erotic dream, trying to hold onto it even as the wonderful sensations of being penetrated were there to face her as she withdrew from sleep. 

In the dim light, in her haze of ecstasy, she could not think who it was that was pleasing her so fruitfully. Diana? No, there was something essentially masculine about how he was taking her, claiming her. He might even have been ravishing her, but Zatanna couldn’t bring herself to care. To her embarrassment, the delicious feeling of being plundered by him outweighed any sanctity she might feel to her own body. She felt like she was under a love spell, but all she was experiencing was the rapture of a man who knew just how to fuck her and had the tools to do it.

Zatanna fought back the guilt of her unabashed enjoyment, along with any thought as to just who it was that she was giving her orgasms to. Her expansive spiritual consciousness now entirely focused on how her lush body jerked and undulated while being fucked from behind. She let out her sensations as sobbing whimpers, cooing howls, and Peter answered with grunts as he tried to withstand her roiling tightness. They made a chorus of their need for each other.

He’s fucking me as good as Peter ever did, Zatanna thought, before it occurred to her that he was Peter—and without Diana there to distract him, he was fucking her even better than before. “Peter,” she moaned happily. “You’re like a vibrator I can’t turn off!”

“Let’s be honest,” Peter quipped. “Is there any man you’ve ever turned off?”

Zatanna laughed. “Kiss me, pretty boy. You’ve got some romance to make up to me, seeing as you woke me up by getting to fourth base!”

Peter took her by the chin and turned her head back over her shoulder. He kissed her through the shadows that obscured her lovely face, but not the sweetness of her lips. Then he knew instantly he needed more of her kisses, and not in the awkward positioning available to them now. In one deft move, he dragged himself out of Zatanna, spun her around to face him, crushed her against his chest, and hilted himself in her pussy once more.

Her body felt even better, softer and more luscious, with her breasts flattened against his body. He thrust himself into her, arms wrapped around her, all of her feeling like warm velvet to the touch. They kissed as passionately as newlyweds, Zatanna humming happily around his tongue to express the joy of his thrusting manhood.

Peter was drowned in satiation, his prior lust nearly forgotten in the contented serenity of having such a beautiful woman be his in every stroke, every touch, every breath. Zatanna enjoyed her dream lover come alive herself, sensing his utter satisfaction with her body, that she was the answer to his fantasies, the fulfillment of all his lust. 

It was a heady experience, both being someone’s dream girl and being treated that way. She felt him thrusting again and again into her depths, satisfying her so much more than any other man that it was like he was erasing their memories, rewriting her idea of what sex should be. The gristly muscle of his belly ground against hers as he delved into her, his hips in constant motion between her thighs, driving him into her wetness with a sound every bit as real as their sighs and groans. 

Zatanna almost felt the need to hold back—not give away just how lost she was in this paradise of sensations—but the feeling of being fucked was too strong. He was taking her control away so thoroughly that she didn’t even want it in the first place. She’d much rather be his dream girl, making love to her dream man.

Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, again making Peter think of Diana, the nails she kept clipped short for hand-to-hand combat. It made Peter feel like a jerk, thinking of another woman when Zatanna was so luscious, she was practically two women in one. It amazed him that he’d survived a threesome with her; he could think of quite a few pairings of women that couldn’t stand up to having Zee one on one.

But he supposed that was just the eroticism of Diana. Having had both of them, been with both of them, he couldn’t forget one even when with the other. The three of them had forged themselves into a matching set, and his thoughts of Zatanna would always be of Diana as well. Peter supposed there were worse problems to have.

He felt Zatanna’s fingertips pad over his shoulders and the welts she’d left scratching him, venting her orgasmic glee. They slid down to his lower back and pressed inward, urging him deeper into her receptive cunt. That he couldn’t compare to Diana, except for the fact that both were… well, incomparable. It was like he’d never been inside such a tightly burning sex before, yet he knew that if he were with Diana, he’d be thinking the same thing. Both of them had their own unique, yet equally undeniable way of demanding the cum straight from his balls.

He pumped into Zatanna some more, groaning in decadent enjoyment, exulting in how wonderful she was and that she was just one half of the women currently in his life. That knowledge alone made it the most amazing sex imaginable.