Do It For Charity update

Peter pushed Nebula down until she was flat on her back, her head against the floor. Then he pumped himself into her mouth, fucking her throat as hard as she could take it. Her face was pressed into his lean stomach; all Nebula could see was his taut muscles and his big cock as it came in and out of her mouth.

And then it clenched inside her mouth, shaking hard. She sucked away at it, slurping loudly, trying to hold his prick in her mouth with just her lips. She knew Peter was about to come and she didn’t want his seed going anywhere but down her throat. 

Peter, however, had other plans. He pulled himself out of her mouth and, dazed, Nebula stared up at his wavering cock, bobbing over her head, fully stiff. 

“Give it to me now,” Nebula said hoarsely. “You’re going to fuck me right now!”

“Ask nicely,” Gamora said out of her serene afterglow, eyes still closed, but smiling regardless at the snarl that Nebula directed at her. “In fact, I think you should beg him to fuck you.”

Nebula growled, her teeth clenched hard, but slowly her jaw loosened, letting out her haltering words. “Puh-please… fuck me… s-sir. Make me feel good. I want to feel… like Gamora feels. I hear her when she… when she’s getting fucked. I pretend to be asleep, but when no one’s around, I put my ear against the wall. I hear her screaming like I wanna scream. Getting fucked like I wanna be fucked. Nnnn—fuck me, Peter, fuck me!”

Peter couldn’t resist her anymore. He wasn’t Christian Gray, he didn’t care if a woman was dominated or a submarine sandwich, he just wanted this blue girl’s pussy. Putting both hands on Nebula’s waist, he pulled her body to his, pressing her cunt against his crotch. The entire length of his cock jabbed into her pussy like a hot iron stoking a fire. 

Instantly, Peter was awash in the amazing sensation of being inside Nebula, feeling her tightness massage his prick, hearing her moan and swoon with pleasure ripping through her. “Fuck, your cunt is so tight! Tight and hot! Take it, Nebula! That’s it! Give me your pussy, let me have it!”

Gamora grinned, eyes open now, enjoying the show. “No, Peter. Don’t ask for it. Take it. You paid for her, remember? She’s your whore. That pussy belongs to you.”

Even through the haze of pleasure, Peter took her meaning. Gamora seemed insistent that Nebula play the part of a bitch—and if she thought her life partner would enjoy that most, who was Peter to argue?

He pulled out of Nebula, drawing back until only his glans were still between the lips of her pussy. Then he came down hard, sliding himself back into her cunt, every inch filling her. Shuddering as her warm pressure embraced his cock all over again.

Nebula’s eyes rolled back in her head, her fierce expression now slackly twitching in orgasmic fulfillment. Her hips flew up to him, sex-starved body desperately pistoning up his cock for more while her consciousness tried to endure the submissive fuck. Her full breasts bounced and quivered as Peter met her rhythm, slamming himself down into her sucking pussy.

Gamora laid down alongside them, greatly enjoying the sight of how overcome her proud sister was. “That’s right, Peter. Do it harder. Fuck her cunt as hard as you can.”

Nebula shook herself out of her hazy rapture, wrapping her arms around Peter’s shoulders to hug him tight. She squealed while he smashed her into the ground; her cunt spasmed uncontrollably around his pistoning manhood. “Fuck me, Peter, fuck me!” she gasped, adding her voice to the chorus Gamora had started.

“Of course,” Gamora observed, “what she really wanted was for you to come down her throat. Her tight, little throat…”

She could’ve gotten into why that was—how cybernetic enhancements to her reproductive system, making Nebula a more suitable courtesan for those allies she was gifted to by Thanos, had given Nebula a certain complex, a kind of disconnect, from the pleasures of vaginal intercourse. Her mouth, throat, and gullet were still those she had been born with. It would feel unimaginably more real to her if Peter finished the fuck by spilling himself into her mouth. But all that really mattered was that it would make Nebula come.

Peter looked into Nebula’s dark eyes, seeing the unspeakable excitement twinging there, her parted lips as a whole new realm of pleasure opened up to her. “Is that right, Nebula? Are you thirsty for cum? I’ve already come a lot tonight. If you want more, I’ll need some help.”

Gamora ran her hand supplely over Peter’s shoulder, telling him without words that she would do as she was told, waiting for him to call the shots.