Cat And Bat And Cat And update

Felicia’s body relaxed, her legs falling away from Bruce’s head, leaving her splayed on the bearskin rug. He brought himself on top of her, reminding her he was there when his cock brushed along her thigh.

“Oh God, Bruce,” Felicia cooed with an airy giggle. “Give it to me, please.”

Bruce rolled his hips between her thighs, sliding the heft of his cock along her sizzling hot slit. He pressed his chest down to her swollen, majestic breasts, pillowing them against his broad pectorals. Her skin was like warm velvet, as soft and creamy as its paleness made it look. 

He covered her lips with his own, driving his tongue into her mouth with phallic force. She licked it lovingly, welcomingly, while her hips spiked to grind her pussy into the heat of his groin.

That was all Bruce could take, Felicia’s voluptuous body too much for even his patience. He told himself that her anticipation could not climb any higher. Taking his manhood in hand, he forced it into her sex, burying himself to the hilt in her. 

Felicia’s eyes rolled back in her head, her face slack with such a look of rapture that Bruce almost came from the sheer ecstasy he saw in her body. He crushed her against the bearskin rug with his thrusts, as if trying to absorb her flesh into his own, or force his way into the deepest depths of the pleasure her body offered.

Felicia wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, circled her arms around his broad back. 

Sweat rolled over Felicia’s breasts, her own and what the sex was coaxing out of Bruce. Her nipples were so sensitive that the sweat stirred them like tiny sharks. 

Bruce shook on top of her, quivering as he took in the tightness of her pussy, and his cock throbbed in its harness. As her hands roved over his back and her feet dug into his firm ass, he pumped into her. Felicia moaned and merged her groin to his in fluttering little kicks. When Bruce moaned, Felicia knew her cunt felt like a blazing furnace to him as well as her.

“Mmmm, yes, I love it! I’m your bitch, Bruce, I’m nothing but your bitch! Let me have it, all of it, oh Bruce!”

Even having seen how well-built Bruce was, with every inch of him scarred, sculpted muscle, she couldn’t believe how massive he felt on top of her. He was a machine, a golem, something unreal meant only to fulfill her sexual fantasies. And his cock was truly the stuff of dreams, big and thick, even if it didn’t have the power and stamina of Peter’s superhuman body behind it. 

Oh well—it wasn’t like Peter could use his full strength with her without flattening her body. Maybe that was why their sex life had suffered; Bruce clearly had no inhibitions about expressing the full measure of his lust for her.

“Yes! God! Bruce, ram it in me!” Felicia growled! “Fuck that prick into me!” She rocked upward, bringing her cunt up to meet her lover’s thrusts. Felicia wanted him deeper inside her, fucking her harder and faster. “Fuck me, Bruce, love me!”

Bruce’s heart thundered in his chest. He was panting like he’d sprinted a hundred yards, the blood surging in his veins and burning in his cock. His manhood felt like a rocket, the smoke pouring out of its boosters just before take-off. All the tension in his body—the tension that the sight of Felicia had provoked, with her young ripe body and her young ripe tits and her cunt aching to be plundered—concentrated in his balls and focused in his shaft.

He wasn’t coming yet, but he could feel the electricity buzzing inside his cock and all around it in Felicia’s sex. He pistoned his hips with all his strength, his hipbones sparking against Felicia’s, their bodies smacking together as if locked in combat. His member slammed into her like a punch thrown in anger, hitting her again and again—battering Felicia into ecstasy.

“Fuck, Bruce, just like that!” she squealed. “Make me come! Don’t let me do anything but come!”

She arched up to him against his worship, rubbing her body thrillingly against his, grinding her cunt into its own impalement, trying to fuck him as madly as he was fucking her. Felicia’s juices frothed out around his thrusting prick, running down between her buttocks in testament to her lust. She raked her fingernails down from his broad shoulders, leaving red lashes down his back.

Bruce wanted to fuck Felicia to death. He wanted to fuck her until he died. He wanted them to come together with their last breaths, to die with their bodies fused together in eternal rapture. The sensations shooting out of her pussy and through his member were more than he could stand, his approaching climax a lifeboat, an escape hatch, that would let him out of this ecstatic insanity when he couldn’t take anymore. 

Every grinding thrust pulled him closer to orgasm, his fingers tightening on her young body, his eyes rolling. Bruce let out a bestial grunt of both effort and pleasure. What little remained of his thoughts were of confusion, trying to understand how the soft, slight girl he was fucking could both withstand and inspire such violent passion.

Felicia was still capable of speech, despite his best efforts, though she sounded like she was chanting to some pagan god. “Harder! Bruce! Faster! Go deeper! Bruce!”

Bruce couldn’t fuck her any harder without his body giving out. He couldn’t remember the last time he had fucked this hard. The sweat poured off his body, drenching Felicia as if he were marking his territory. Their naked bodies slipped together, oiled by their sweat, their juices. 

He pounded his crotch into hers, fucking her with everything he had. His balls were clenching fists. Such pleasure throbbed in his manhood that he knew it had to end. “I’m gonna come!” he husked. “FELICIA!”

Felicia felt him swell massively inside her, turning to steel in her pussy like molten metal plunged into cooling waters. His stiff manhood throbbed potently, then all of his hardened body shuddered in her embrace. A firework exploded in her cunt, Bruce grunting like a wild bull as he fed round after round of his seed inside of her. 

Felicia pulled him to her with all her strength, not wanting to let a single drop escape her cunt. She ground her womanhood against him, squeezing his spasming prick with her inner muscles to milk him of everything in his balls.

As throb after throb of his ejaculation splashed into her pussy, Felicia shuddered and her own pleasure burst into orgasmic finality.

“OHH, BRUCE!” she cried, tossing her platinum hair from side to side with the delirium of unabashed pleasure.

Every shudder of Bruce’s member inside her, every spurt of his hot cum into her depths, was another level of satisfaction for Felicia’s writhing young body to reach. Her nails dug deep into his shoulder blades, as if actually trying to cause him harm, but it would take far more pain than that to dissuade him from the pleasures of Felicia’s cunt. 

Her massive breasts swelled against his chest, simmering with pain themselves as Bruce’s closeness crushed them to her body, punished their sensitive contours. It was one more part of Felicia’s body that felt like it might burst into flames.

“SHIT, SHIT, BRUCE! I’M GONNA DIE! I’LL DIE IF I KEEP COMING!”

Yet, if he stopped, Bruce knew her very next words would be pleas for more.

Their orgasms boiled away. Felicia was left moaning under Bruce, his cock shaking with aftershocks, which spurred her pussy to suck faithfully at him. Her arms and legs fell away from his body and she lay there, completely yielding, completely submissive, her mind buried under her feelings like her body was buried underneath his.

Her slender body felt so small and frail to Bruce, yet had been so resilient, even challenging as he fucked her. He knew he couldn’t hurt her no matter how roughly they played, not in a way that mattered more to her than her sensual enjoyment. Her body was meant for love, conditioned for it, just like a dancer was both born and made for the rigorous demands of ballet. 

Peter was a lucky man—but he’d be luckier if he could learn to appreciate what a rare creature he had. That the two of them had, since Selina and Felicia were two of a kind. Diamonds, both of them, just differently cut.

***

Peter curled his fingers deep in Selina’s cunt, feeling his prick straining the thin wall that separated it from his hand. He stroked the walls of her pussy softly while his cock fucked her into her ass. It rammed into her as if Peter were enraged by the obscene enjoyment he was getting from sodomizing Selina.

A wild cry welled up in the woman’s bounding chest. “Rrraah! You’re ripping me in two! Fucking me apart!

Deep inside, she could feel his two fingers grinding against his shaft, drawing the membrane between taut and making it tremble with passion. Peter flattened himself on top of her, using all his weight to crush her down onto his masturbating hand. His big prick went savagely into her bowels, greased by the juices trickling from her flooded cunt. 

Selina babbled out her insane joy, helpless in the pleasure he gave her. Peter jackhammered between her buttocks, his balls slapped against the backs of her thighs. The heat of his thrusts burned deep into her, starting a fire that quickly consumed Selina.

The brunette’s thoughts tangled and blurred, lost between the strokes Peter was giving her. She howled in pain, then gasped with mewling pleasure. The two sensations were impossible to tell apart. The more he hurt her, she knew, the harder she would come.

Peter had felt like he could fuck her hours, but now he sensed a restless stirring in his balls—the sucking, twisting pull of her anus going deep into his engorged manhood, going into the seed in his balls waiting to be spurted. 

He was ready, and Selina had been ready for what seemed like hours. Both her pussy and her ass shook with tight gripping pulsations, locked in another searing climax that relieved as much as it whetted her appetite for more.

“Hhhgh!” Selina groaned. “Do it, Peter… please… ooooh… ram it in, every inch… you bastard, fuck me! Fuck me everywhere I can fucking take it! AAAGH!”

And Peter never stopped to think that his own wife was begging for the same exact thing.