Fivers

Through A Glass Dirtily

Kon took one bite of whatever kale was and felt sure he’d discovered a new color of Kryptonite, as well as a new color. Forcing it down, he turned his disgust into method acting. “Oh, hey, I gotta go! It’s the superhearing! I’m picking up some major alienosity out at the sea—international waters—can’t even stop for all the nutrients in this slop, err, food!”

If he hurried, he could still catch the breakfast menu at McDonald’s.

Tana huffed a sigh and looked at the plate he’d left almost entirely untouched. Maybe she could get Roxy to try some. The girl was so thin that it had to count as a civic duty to get her to eat something.

***

“Oh, Jesus Christ, Roxy!” Tana moaned as this girl, this fucking teenager, sucked and kissed her dripping cunt into total submission. “Yes, eat me!”

The older woman reached down to clutch the annoying little swindler’s blonde head and pull her even deeper into the throbbing between her legs that Roxy was turning into paradise. 

“My ass—eat my ass, too!” Tana sighed, raising her legs and hooking her hands under her knees to hold them in place. The position opened her cunt up, as well as spread her buttocks to reveal her anus.

“Not bad, old-timer,” Roxy purred. “Your asshole’s real pretty—all pink and smooth. No wonder Superboy wants to fuck it.”

“He what?” Tana asked, but then Roxy bent her head, tongue out, lapping at Tana’s anus. 

The Hawaiian’s eyes boggled; even if she’d asked for this, she’d had no idea it would feel so good. But it did, the swirl of Roxy’s tongue taking her breath away. Tana settled back, pulling her legs even closer to her chest, and was totally surprised when Roxy mounted her, sweat running from her body’s to Tana’s as she worked them together, picking up Tana’s own sweat at her thighs and hips, like they were joined by the pleasure of their cunts rubbing against each other.

Knock Knock

“Hello there,” Diana said amicably to an astonished Peter Parker as she and Zatanna breezed past him. “In the mood for some company?”

They turned to face him as he remained not-quite-blocking the doorway, his mouth open in surprise, his eyes staring at the curvaceous bodies they presented him with—Diana’s tall and athletic, while Zatanna was as voluptuous as any Vegas showgirl. 

Peter had, of course, a passing familiarity with the universal refugees, stranded in New York for the duration and doing good deeds while they tried to get back to their own dimension. That didn’t mean he expected to find them in his apartment, and so stunning him with their half-dressed beauty that it took a long moment for even his neurosis to kick in and ask whether they somehow knew his secret. By then they were in the kitchen, opening his refrigerator to find drinks for themselves.

They had caught him fresh off his Spider-Man duties, and Peter had only diffidently put on slacks and a T-shirt over his costume. His mask and gloves were off, but his red and blue still protruded out from his pantlegs—he could only hope they’d be taken as socks.

“Can I… help you young ladies?” Peter asked, trying to sound as gentlemanly a host as Reed Richards might if Reed were in his shoes—socks. He thought he might’ve overdone it, though.

“I certainly hope so,” Zatanna said. “We’re new in town and we don’t know anyone—“

“So Zee,” Diana interrupted, making a complimentary gesture to her companion, “cast a spell to find us the best lover in the city.”

Three of Them

There are three of them you have to worry about. Felicia is five foot nine, so statuesque that it almost compensates for how well-endowed she is, with long white hair trickling down over full breasts and sloping shoulders, but not a hint of it anywhere else on her pale body.

Then there’s Karen, athletic, even muscular, as tall as you are at six foot four. Her breasts are as big as Felicia’s, easily, but seem perfectly proportioned with how nicely thick her physique is. Considering how much her costume usually shows off of her legs, her ass, and most especially her bust, it seems like a hidden treat that without it, you can see a blonde landing strip over her pussy, like a nugget of panned gold in the flawless tanned skin that covers her.

Finally, there’s Betsy, five foot five, so delicately sculpted, so pretty in her flowering way, that her face is almost more of an attraction than her body. She has long lashes, jet black hair, almond eyes that shine violet, and skin white as china, in stark contrast to the aforementioned features, as well as the trimmed pubic hair in a jungle shade of purple. She looks through you as you look at her, like she isn’t even regarding you, but her body is turned so you can see her ass, full and girthy, but with the youthful tautness of a teenager.

So you begin with her, gripping her by that fat ass and drawing her close until you can fit a hot kiss to her cupid’s-bow lips. She accepts it unflinchingly, her mouth shut, her body rigid, until you pull away from her and see the flicker of excitement in her fathomless eyes. In her own poised way, she’s as hot for you as Karen and Felicia.

“Man, why do they always go for the Asian chicks first?” Felicia mutters.

Spider Eats Wolverine

Laura reached for the straps on her dress, banishing it from her body in a flash. As usual, she wore no bra and no panties, just a black garter belt around her waist and a pair of tan stockings that drew all the attention her lovely legs got up to her sex. Then she walked to the coffee table and laid down on it. Her reflection in the glass embraced her as she sprawled out, looking up at Peter with her face full of animal need.

“Fuck me,” she told him. “Take out your cock. Fuck my face. Fuck my cunt. Fuck me as long as you can.”

Peter undid his belt and unzipped his fly. Then he knelt on the coffee table beside her, dragging his hard-on over her breast. A pearl of precum oozed from his tip and he rubbed it off on her nipple. Laura hummed approvingly. He flung one leg over her so that he was straddling her chest, his huge erection looming over her face. Laura leaned up to kiss it, then suck at it, dragging her lips off his cockhead before kissing it again.

“You are hot, aren’t you?” Peter asked, watching Laura tantalize herself with her little sucks at his cock, like she was on a diet and only allowing herself snitches of a cake. “Too hot not to fuck me, even if you want to.”

Laura scoured her tongue up the underside of his impressive length. “If you’re not going to fuck me,” she said, “I’m not going to fuck you. But I still love cock. You can give it to me whenever you want.”