Fivers

Marry The Beyond

Chelsea had just wanted to take a piss. Now she was hiding behind a pine tree, watching Dana blow Batman and seething. It wasn’t enough that Dana was dating Terry, who was apparently the manliest man in Neo Gotham. Now she had Batman’s cock down her throat!

Ever since she’d fucked Terry, Chelsea had been more satisfied than she’d felt in years, everything brighter and cheerier, even in the middle of the night and the middle of nowhere. But when she heard moaning and muffled, salivary sounds, the temptation for still more was irresistible.

Now she rubbed herself, listening and looking at the blowjob Dana was giving Batman, because what she was doing was putting what they’d done with Terry to shame. Maybe it was that she was stepping out on Terry. Maybe it was that it was Batman. But Dana was gagging herself on his prick. 

Batman knelt right on her chest, feeding himself into her mouth with one hand, while his other hand fondled her pussy. Dana’s hands were left doing nothing but pounding the ground as her mouth and lips and tongue tried to return the favor to Batman’s member. She licked his scrotum, running her tongue along the seam, rubbing her wet lips against his length, showing every inch of his shaft what a slut she was until she got to his cockhead and sucked half his manhood down her throat.

“Wanton little cunt!” Chelsea gasped as Dana pursed her lips around Batman’s engorged prick, making the fit even tighter. Batman hunched over her face, running his hand possessively through her hair, not in ownership, but in appreciation of having her. His hips swayed, cock sliding in and out of Dana’s mouth. Chelsea’s pussy clenched as though she were the one being entered, watching Dana’s lips stretch wide over fucking Batman’s fat cock.

Silver And Black And White

Symkaria was a poor country. Sable did not indulge in overmuch luxuries at her people’s expense. There were servants, but even the royal palace was hardly Downton Abbey. A spartan woman like Sable appreciated being self-sufficient. Felicia, less so, but Peter was happy to keep up with the chores. Symkaria’s crime rate was a fraction of New York’s and he couldn’t be on Wild Pack missions all the time. In fact, Felicia had used her own prodigious bank account to order various items Sable had happily done without, such as a TV.

As Sable entered the suite in the palace that she called home—what it lacked in amenities, it made up for in soaring space—she heard Peter and Felicia talking in the kitchen. Sable just had to eavesdrop. She went to the door to hear better.

“You scheduled another training exercise tomorrow?” Felicia was asking.

“Yeah, why not?” Peter asked. “As long as I’ve got this free time, might as well tweak my equipment until it’s perfect.”

“I already think your equipment’s perfect.”

Sable smiled when she heard Felicia say that. She could hear the sex in Felicia’s voice, even from outside the door. Lately, it seemed like Felicia was voicing all the dirty, nasty thoughts that Sable had been unable to express without Peter in her life.

“Cat, your hands are wet. C’mon, let’s finish the dishes first,” Peter said.

Sable pictured Felicia grabbing Peter—trying to steal him as she would purloin any valuable. Sable was proud of Peter’s cast-iron will, but frustrated by it too. Unbuttoning her blouse, she could hardly wait for the orgy to come. Peter might be able to resist Felicia, for a while at least, but she’d be insulted if he could turn her down. 

She heard the chug of the dishwasher turning on and disappeared into the shadows. Watched as Peter and Felicia emerged from the kitchen and went to Felicia’s room. Sable would give them time to get heated up before she joined in. That way, she’d be able to enjoy watching the show as well as being part of it.

Working Out

His tongue was good like nothing Laura had ever felt before. Maybe it was because of the strange situation, that someone could have discovered them at any moment, that the man was a complete stranger to her. She would never seem him again; she’d just let him fuck her and then walk out of his life. The man seemed excited too.

“Mmm,” he sighed into her pubic hair, pelting her clit with his swiping tongue. It was obvious to him that Laura was going crazy. Before he was through, he’d have her begging for his cock. He’d have her addicted to it!

“I love it! Fuck! Yes! I love it!” Laura groaned, rolling her head from side to side. Her legs tightened on his head, as if threatening him that she’d snap it off before she let him stop. Her lovely taut belly rolled up to him with regular twitches. It wasn’t enough, didn’t give her enough of his tongue, his pleasure. Laura’s right hand left the supporting bar to squeeze her own breast. She needed her breasts squeezed as much as she needed her pussy eaten. She was hot. She was burning up, but she liked it.

“MMMM!” he repeated, louder, licking up rivers of her juices from inside her cunt. Laura was flowing crazily. She was squirting right into his mouth as he made her come and come.

“Squeeze my tits!” Laura ordered him, digging her fingernails into her breast. “Do it now!”

Obliging her, he reached up to take one of her fine breasts in his hand, fingers confidently kneading it and massaging it. It was firm and weighty, the perfect heft for a perfectly sized tit, with the nipple poking out for a full inch, obviously sensitive from the way Laura moaned every time his palm scored against it.

“Yes! Fuck, yes! Squeeze my breasts! My nipples! I love it… need it… God!” Laura keened as she came again, treating him to her delicious juices once again. He was almost tempted just to let it run down his chin and complete the depravity of this encounter, but it tasted too good not to devour as much as Laura gave to him.

Spider Eats Wolverine

Monday was as dull as the weekend had been exciting. Tuesday was even duller. By Wednesday, Laura needed some action.

Peter showed up on Thursday, bringing with him a big smile and a bouquet of flowers. Laura couldn’t hide her pleasure, but she could show just as much irritation. There’d been no reason for him to keep her waiting so long, to the point where it took all her self-control not to strip naked, throw herself on all fours, and demand he mount her. But since she was an X-Man and he was just a street hero, she figured he should be the one who had to make the first move. It seemed silly, but so was the amount of buildings the X-Men and the Avengers had destroyed while fighting over nothing.

“I’m surprised you let me in,” Peter said, strolling around the huge apartment Logan had set her up with. “Aren’t you with the X-Men now? I figured they’d take care of all your needs. Non-stop orgy, right? Leader wears a corset into battle and stuff?”

“No orgies,” Laura sneered. She watched Peter closely, wondering why he wasn’t taking her over his shoulder and carrying her to the bedroom. She knew him, she’d fucked him. He was definitely barbarian enough to do it and she wouldn’t put up much of a fight.

Peter grinned at her, as if what she’d said was a mildly amusing bit of trivia for him to file away. He walked around the living room, taking in the furnishings. Once in a while he’d pick up a framed picture and examine it. He was paying more attention to the two-dimensional people in the room than to Laura. It pissed her off. She let one strap of her dress stray down her arm until her left breast was uncovered almost to the nipple.

“Would you like to see the rest of the apartment?” she offered.

“Eh. One apartment is pretty much like the rest.” He smiled. “Aren’t you comfortable here?”

Laura grinned. She would show him how comfortable.

Through A Glass Dirtily

Roxy wondered how long it would be until Kon was called off on another adventure. When he did, she would be alone with Tana. The two of them and the knowledge of what they’d done with Superboy. Already, she would give anything to suck Tana’s naked breasts, shower kisses on her toned thighs. To use the same ravenous hunger she’d lavished on Kon’s prick to eat out that delicious little pussy, lapping and kissing and sucking until she’d had all the sweet joy she could stand.

Roxy looked at Tana and reached down to her hot, eager cunt. With her fingers inside herself, she could feel how her sex clenched with raw impatience. Tomorrow. Then she’d enjoy gorgeous Tana’s tits and ass and cunt no matter what. Even if she had to become the girl’s sex slave.

Then again, Tana had gone for Kon…

***

“Breakfast in bed?” Tana asked when she woke up, finding Kon luxuriating in having two girls curled against him exactly like the teenage boy he was. Roxy was still asleep, looking as satisfied as Tana felt.

“What are you serving?” Kon teased her, looking Tana over like he’d never seen her before that morning.

“Kale, egg whites, and yogurt,” Tana told him. “No Poptarts, no Soder, none of that crap you usually eat all hours of the day…”

“I’m a growing boy,” Kon protested.

“No shit,” Tana said. “I saw how much you could grow just last night, remember?”

Kon colored, actually blushing. He really was a cute kid. Tana threw on one of his shirts from the floor, oversized on her—she thought it was actually clean, he’d just never put it away. What a pig. If only she were into bondage, maybe she could take a riding crop to him for this kind of crap. 

Tugging the shirt down to give her some privacy, because you never knew who would show up when Kon was around, she went to fix Kon something healthy for once.

Kon checked his phone, desperately hoping Bart or Tim had messaged him, needing his help with something.