Peter Meets Starfire update

Kory lay in bed, sleepily rubbing her warm belly where Peter’s cock had so recently done its work, enjoying the feel of his seed inside her. She listened to the running water of his shower and when it turned off, she watched as he came out, dressed, and left for work.

She felt happy.

Kory wondered what to do today. She could go shopping; she had money. Or to a restaurant. Or take in a show. Or, since there seemed so few periods where life wasn’t either hectic or in crisis, she could just hang around the apartment and luxuriate in her sheer capacity for relaxation.

The absence of Peter jangled in her mind. It didn’t take her long to decide. She jumped out of bed and went to the shower. Peter, sweetheart that he was, had made it a quick shower for himself. There was plenty of hot water to massage her back, sweep over her lovingly sculpted body, and refresh her with its steam before it disappeared down the drain.

Her full breasts, the juicy curvature of her hips and backside, and her long, powerful legs were all lathered and rinsed. She knew if it weren’t for his job, Peter would’ve loved to do that himself. But he would just have to settle for her being squeaky-clean when they met again. 

She finished her shower and walked out, admiring her reflection before dressing. She put on a short dress and matched it with high heels that would show off the legs that gave her her statuesque height. After taking one last look at herself, she left the apartment.

The brilliant afternoon sun evaporated the dampness from her body as Kory flew to her destination, letting the wind comb and dry her wild hair. She came down outside a shoe store, bustling with customers who were almost all shorter than her. Kory made her way inside, knowing that many of them were staring at her, even undressing her with their eyes. The men wanted her, the women envied her. 

She was ambivalent to this kind of attention—she certainly liked it from Peter—but she did nothing to discourage it with the short, tight-fitting clothes she wore. Kory saw no reason not to glory in her beauty. It had been one of the main things that drew Peter to her, and now she knew it brought him much pleasure in a life that frequently had little to offer.

She sat down on one of the benches where people could try on shoes and waited for assistance, knowing that even sitting down, she was of formidable stature. It didn’t take long for Peter to approach her, now wearing the blue vest and hat that marked him as an employee.

Kory would’ve been happy to support him with her own income—she’d made a lot of money from modeling, and been told there was much more to be made if she released one of the sexual recordings that she had made for fun—but Peter had his pride and took what jobs he could. Kory understood. Whether princess or pauper, everyone was only as good as their pride could claim.

“May I help you?” Peter asked her in his ingratiating customer service voice.

Kory smiled. “Yes, please. I would like to try on some kitten heels. Do you have any in my size?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Peter said, trying valiantly to keep up the pretense of her being an ordinary customer—though Kory thought that any other customer would’ve slapped him by now for the way he was admiring her large breasts. “I’d be glad to.”

He started toward the stockroom, but Kory stopped him. “I’m a size ten, by the way,” she said, her feet being in proportion to the rest of her.

“Of course. I’ll be right back.”

Peter returned a few minutes later with several shoeboxes. He knelt down before Kory and presented her with the contents of the first box.

“Would you like to try this one on?” he asked, taking off her shoes for her.

“Yes, if it’s big enough. I like a tight fit, but not too tight.”

She raised her leg as Peter put the heel on her, giving him a view of her creamy thighs, the powerful muscles that led up to her panties, eventually becoming the glossy folds that held his prick so firmly. 

His hand moved up her ankle, along the sinuous muscle that gave her legs so much power, almost crushing him when they wrapped around his waist. He caressed her calf, her knee, her thigh—Kory suddenly closed her legs, catching his hand.

“See? Too tight.”

“Maybe I can loosen it for you,” Peter offered.

“That’s sweet of you, but not where someone can see us.”

“Why don’t we go into the storeroom?” 

Kory let go of his hand by walking toward the stockroom. Peter went with her. He opened the door up, closed it behind them, and took her to the back.

“I think I see something I want,” Kory said. 

It was her turn to grope him. She unzipped his jeans, pulling down it and his briefs, working them off his feet. His thick, full manhood greeted her, staring her in the face. Kory licked her lips. She was tempted to suck it, but instead she stood up. Peter’s cock seemed to get even stiffer, more erect.

“Shall I ring it up for you?”

“Don’t bother.” Kory pushed Peter back into a chair standing along the wall. “I’m going to go through self-checkout.”

“We don’t have self-checkout,” Peter pointed out.

“Then I guess I’ll steal it.”

She pulled her dress up above her waist and her panties to the side. She could’ve stripped—it wasn’t as if she worried about someone seeing her naked, because what about her nude body did she have to be embarrassed about? But she knew it made this seem dirtier to do it with their clothes partly on, and they’d already made love sweetly and gently that morning. Now she wanted to fuck.

Kory straddled Peter, her long legs on either side of his chair, lowering herself down onto his erect prick until she gasped—feeling it slide inside her, into the warmth that let him know she hadn’t cooled off at all since the last time they’d been together. Peter reflexively circled his arms around her, his hands resting on her fat ass.

For her part, Kory dug her fingers into Peter’s muscular shoulders, keeping them both steady as she ground herself into Peter’s lap. The slow circles that her hips described made his erection rub against the walls of her pussy, smearing her juices all over his length. Peter lowered his head and took one of her big nipples between his teeth, right through the scant covering of her thin dress. It made Kory sigh. She was so glad she didn’t need to wear a bra.

“Ahhh… that’s right, Peter… enjoy my big tits while you fuck me… ohhh… you know how to make a sale!” she cooed with a happy smile.

Peter sucked one nipple, the other, the first one again, all while Kory closed her eyes and concentrated on grinding her sex into Peter’s member. She let her own pleasure take care of itself, or rather let Peter satisfy her as he did so well, while she focused on pleasing him. She loved pleasing him so much. Ironically, it always seemed to get her off. More of Peter’s pride, maybe. He couldn’t stand to let her bring him off if he didn’t make her climax too.

“Fuck me, Peter!” Kory cried—the only thing that could keep Peter’s hands off her wonderfully round ass was having to squelch her loud outcries. “Fuck me!” Kory gasped before his hands covered her mouth, held the back of her neck so she couldn’t pull away. She grabbed his wrists and wrenched his hand away from her mouth. “X’Hal, damnit, I said fuck me!”

In a flash, Peter was off of the chair and Kory was on her back on the cold cement floor, her legs wrapped tightly around Peter as he hammered down into her. Her hips humped wildly up to meet him and Kory shuddered every time their bodies slapped together.

“Unhh, finally! You’re fucking me! I love the way you fuck!” With the change in position, her cunt was brimming with warm juices. They sounded luridly around Peter’s pistoning length. “Higher… yes… right at the top of my cunt… X’Hal, Peter, fuck me and my clit, that’s just how you get me off, you know exactly how to—X’HAL!”

Peter rode high in the saddle, slamming his hips vigorously between Kory’s firm thighs, driving his stone-hard manhood all the way into her cunt. Every stroke thrilled her clit and the folds of her pussy; Kory knew she couldn’t burn so hot without coming soon. It seemed like it was impossible for her not to come when Peter was fucking her.

“Harder, Peter, give it to me harder!” Kory raked her fingernails down his toned back, barely able to stop herself from ripping right through his work uniform, but she wouldn’t dishonor his service to the shoe store that way. Later she’d claw his back to ribbons for having the audacity not to fuck her like this each and every minute of the day.

Peter fucked his girlfriend as hard as he could, which was slightly less than as hard as Kory could take. The cement floor radiated creaks below her as the force of his thrusts traveled through her body. Crossing her heels behind his back, Kory lifted her ass nearly a meter off the floor. Peter didn’t know if it was her flying or just the muscles in her back and arms, but she’d driven her throbbing cunt all the way to his balls.

“You’ve done it again, Peter! You’ve made me—I’m coming!”

Delicious spasms ravaged her body, filling her sex with pleasure, making it suck and clench on Peter’s cock. Peter made several fast, hard stabs into her orgasmic pussy, each one seeming to shock her into climax again, then he shot off himself.

Kory bit into his neck to keep from screaming, knowing that the sound she’d almost made would’ve brought the building down. Peter’s hot cum pumped deep inside her, instantly filling her cunt. His jizz came endlessly out of him, making all of his shaft jerk as it released his load into Kory’s clinging sex, her very womb.

Kory’s mouth had fallen open, but her all-green eyes smiled for her as she slowly lowered herself back down to the ground, even her Amazonian body not able to maintain its strength after she’d been wracked with such ecstasy. It was so satisfying when Peter came inside her, stuffing her with all the boiling cum that she knew she had provoked his balls to fill with. She knew he thought of her all day—she had certainly given him enough to think about—and his body obediently readied the copious amounts of seed it took to fulfill her. She wouldn’t ever be satisfied with a man who didn’t come as hard as her Spider-Man.

“Take it out, my prince,” she muttered, licking the bite mark she’d left in apology for hurting him. “Let your princess suck it until it’s nice and hard again.”

“I need to get back to work,” Peter said weakly.

“This is work,” Kory told him. “You’re convincing me to buy the most expensive shoes you have in stock.”

And once more, Peter’s co-workers were left wondering how one woman could buy so many pairs of shoes.