ryswell
patreon
The Superheroine Experience - 9 (FINALE)
🕑 Added 2025-09-30 04:51:13 +0000 UTCAN: Commissioner wanted to wrap this one up. Hope you enjoyed the ride!
- - -
Don deferred to Karen’s way of thinking. He’d done his job as a man, as a husband. Now it was time for the “real fun”, as his wives told him. And damn if he didn’t love their idea of fun.
The blonde sat him on the edge of the bed and knelt between his outstretched legs. Blue eyes looking up at him, swirling with love and warmth and wicked glee. Sinful lips curled into a knowing smile, a proud smile, as she pushed forward into his lap… and his swollen, sensitive cock sank into the deep valley of her ample, creamy tits.
“Yeah…” Karen’s voice came with soft, teasing lilt. She pressed her breasts together, smothering Don’s prick between them. “You like that, don’t you? I know you’ve been thinking about it. Couldn’t take your eyes off these tits all night. Not even when you were fucking Di.”
Don could only groan for a response, the heavenly warmth and softness of Karen’s grand bosom overwhelming his manhood. Already he could feel himself leaking again, could feel his balls aching and churning up another heavy load of potent punk. The pleasure surged so strong he almost didn’t notice Diana had stirred herself back to the festivities.
“They are a very nice set of tits, aren’t they?” The Amazons, now bred and content, hummed sweetly as she pressed herself into Don’s firm back. He could feel her pressing feather kisses along his neck and shoulders. “The only tits I know that are better than mine.”
Karen beamed even more proudly then, thumbing her hard, pink nipples as she squeezed her breasts flush around Don’s cock. The tightness sent thrums of pleasure down his length. Then she pushed forward, making his cock slide through the crevice - fucking him with her tits.
Just another taste of domestic bliss…
Don let out another groan. He gripped the edge of the bed.
“You both… have incredible breasts.” He managed to say.
Karen crooned as she pushed forward again, sending Don’s cock shooting up between her tits. The tip struck her chin and she dipped her head down, teasing at the fat, pink cockhead with her soft, supple lips. Her tongue slithered out next, flicking against the slit. The wetness sent a hot thrum straight through his loins.
“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” Karen shifted her hold, using both hands to heft her bosom further around Don’s rod. She was cradling the teats now, massaging the meat nestled between them. “But one of us has the better pair of tits.”
“And hers are so nice and perky.” Diana sang into Don’s ear. Her hands crept over his shoulders, sliding down his chest. A pleasing shade of sensation. The cherry on top was Diana’s nibbling at his ear. “Perfectly shaped, no sag. Breasts like those belong wrapped around your cock, hon.”
“So do yours.” Don let out a heavy sigh. Between Karen’s heavenly treatment and Diana’s enchanting touch, a lesser man would have succumbed, body and mind. These two women required a more vigorous sort of man. One who knew how to act, how to endure… and knew what to say. “This isn’t a competition. And I’m not… going to play favorites. I never could. Not with the two of you.”
Both of his “wives” let out hums of satisfaction. Karen was especially pleased as she slid her breasts back over his cock. That naughty smirk of hers was blocked every so often as the head of his prick shot upwards from her cleavage.
“Smart answer.” The blonde giggled, planting little smooches to the gleaming crown whenever it rose near her mouth.
“And sweet. That’s why we married you.” Diana kissed his neck. Her tongue was hot and rousing upon his skin.
“Really? I thought we married him for his body… and this cock.” Karen moaned as she ran her tongue over the cockhead, as if to make her point.
“That as well.” Diana agreed. Her hand settled on one of Don’s pecs, copping a shameless feel. Her voice dropped low and sultry. “We can’t just let any man knock us up, can we?”
“Nope. Only the best for us.” Karen crossed her arms over her chest, making the fit impossibly snug. Her eyes shined deviously as she stroked him. “And only the best for him.”
There was something else there besides the pleasure of Karen’s mouth and tits. A signal flashing across the blonde’s face. Diana answered by drawing away from Don’s back. The next moment the Princess was sliding her naked body off the bed, joining Karen on the bedroom floor.
Diana’s gaze jumped from Don to Karen’s breasts wrapped around his cock. She let out a happy, little coo watching the swollen cockhead rise up between the blonde’s tits. Up and down, up and down, in steady rhythm. The snug fit of Karen’s cleavage wasn’t as tight or hot or wet as her pussy, but for Don it was just as sublime. So hot ran his blood that his hips were moving now, short, frantic upward thrusts to drag just a bit more pleasure out of the titfuck.
Paradise. What other word could a man use to describe fucking Karen’s big, pale tits - Power Girl’s tits? Paradise, it was. And still the eyes gazing up at him were promising even more.
“Don. Honey.” Diana started softly as she draped herself across Karen’s back. “Once she’s done with this, I’ve got a special something for you too.”
“Really?” Don grunted. Karen let some drool pour from her pursed lips. It streamed down to his cock. The warmth dribbling over him was delicious.
Diana’s smirk only fueled the heat in his loins. Making his cock stir even harder.
“After you’re done painting Karen’s tits…” Diana’s eyes were unwavering as she dragged her lips over Karen’s neck. “I want you to bend me over this bed. I want you to take this huge, fat cock… and fuck me in the ass.”
Defiance and desire and wicked excitement all burned bright on the Amazon’s beautiful, sculpted face. So bright and hot that it burned right down to Don’s core, to the molten need boiling in his balls.
Karen’s delighted giggle sent him over the edge.
His hips snapped upward, his balls slapping against the under swells of the blonde’s chest. His cock struck her chin, sliding over those lush, plump lips. Bliss, white hot, rang through his flesh.
Don spat out a curse and came.
- - -
They insisted on cleaning up the mess first, of course. First it was Diana licking up the seed painted all over Karen’s bosom. Over the mounds and between them, the Princess got those globes to a spotless sheen. Karen, meanwhile, handled what Don had spilled over her mouth and chin.
A captivating scene - but not nearly as captivating as when both women turned their focus onto Don.
Two tongues gliding over his shaft. Two sets of lovely lips caressing his aching cock. Two pairs of brilliant blue eyes brimming with love and worship as their mouths brought him to full hardness for yet another time.
From how eagerly they lapped at him, how hungrily they sucked at his shaft and balls, Don thought for sure his wives aimed to make him spill all again, all over their pretty faces. He should have known better. Right when he felt he was about to feel the satisfaction of release, the two sirens pulled away wearing evil smiles, leaving his cock twitching red.
Diana went to the bed, slinking forth onto her belly. She writhed some, knowing the primal allure of her body. All those curves pressed against the sheets, her buttocks lifting just so off the mattress. It beckoned him, rocking slightly back and forth. The message was clear as the smoldering look she cast over her shoulder.
The fresh load of cum now churning in Don’s balls was meant for one place and one place only. The blaze in Diana’s eyes told him she was done waiting.
Don lumbered forth, propelled by primal hunger. The solid club of a cock swung between his muscled legs, so ravenous it was drooling precum. The haze of desire was thick around him, but Don’s focus was razor sharp. Focused on that ass. Diana’s ass. Wonder Woman’s ass.
It was taut and firm yet somehow plump and soft. It was full moon perfection, sun-kissed to a rich, impeccable tan just like the rest of her body. Even staring at it, mesmerized, he could hardly believe it was real. And she was offering it to him.
Don went and palmed both mouthwatering cheeks. He pressed in, letting that warmth smother his face, groaning at the softness of her skin, her flesh. He kissed it. He had to kiss it. A deep, hungry smooch. Both cheeks. He loved how she moaned at that. Loved how she squeaked when he took a soft bite.
He didn’t stop as he moved on up her body, pressing more kisses to the dimples just above her ass. He kissed all along the line of her back, all the way up to her neck. Karen was waiting for him there, eager to watch from her front-row seat.
Diana kept squirming beneath him, soft little sounds flowing from her mouth as Don straddled her thighs. His cock, long and swollen and rock solid, settled between her cheeks. Don let out a rumbling groan, grinding himself against her backside. So warm. So soft.
“Don…” Diana’s voice was rough with need. “Don’t tease me. Please… I want it… I need it, honey….”
“Don’t be cruel, Don.” Karen joined in support, low and breathy. She was running her fingers gently through Diana’s long, dark hair. “She’s going to be the mother of your child. She’s earned a little something from you. It’s your husbandly duty, remember?”
“Please, Don…” Diana whined. She reached back and spread herself, letting his cock slip deeper into that sweet valley. “Please. Fuck my ass.”
His soul was inferno. Passion and desire and pure animal craving turning his blood into liquid fire. Against that kind of persuasion, how could he deny his wonderful wives? How could any man?
Don took his shaft by the root, readied himself with a wad of spit upon the head. Karen offered some help, leaning over to spit on Diana’s tight little rosebud. Another helping of spit followed onto Don’s cock for good measure.
The man of the house pumped his hand over himself, smearing the warm, thick drool over every inch of his length. With his other hand, he did the same to Diana, pressing a wet finger into her. A tiny moan from her as she wiggled and squirmed. She was tight around his probing finger and hot. It would feel even better wrapped around his prick.
A mortal woman no doubt would have needed more attention. And a more delicate touch. But Diana was an Amazon. Don knew her cravings well. Her limits, too.
His princess would not break. And she wanted it rough.
Without another word, Don plunged in. His lips curled into a snarl as he stabbed his cock inches deep into a hole even tighter than Diana’s cunt. So snug and hot around him, as always an unrivaled delight. Her ass swallowed up his cock, smothering it. And the low, ragged, shuddering moan that poured from Diana’s throat struck straight to Don’s heart.
“Ooooo-ooooh!” The Amazon cried as she bucked against him - not to escape, no. Not with how she reached back, grasping at his hip. Not with how she was pulling him closer. Pulling him deeper.
“Fuck.” Don rasped. He kept pushing in. The cries kept coming.
Diana was wailing by the time he’d sank down to the root. Equal parts pain and joy erupted from her lips. She was thrashing against the bed as she shrieked, sounding just as beastly as he did. A part of him felt a swelling of pride, listening to the sounds he’d ripped from her.
Karen was there by Diana’s side, kissing her cheek, stroking her hair, offering encouragement only a fellow wife could give.
“You’re doing so good, baby.” Karen followed up her sweet words with sweeter kisses, clutching Diana’s hand in hers. “You were made for that cock, hon. You’re gonna take it all.”
From there Don was seeing red. A raging bull in a furious rut. Diana’s choking cries and broken shrieks fueled him. He wanted the whole fucking neighborhood to know how good he was fucking her. He wanted the world to know this woman was his.
Every ounce of strength that remained to him went towards one thing: fucking Diana. Utterly destroying her perfect ass. There would be no man living, in this world or any other, who would have her the way he did.
Wonder Woman’s ass belonged to him and him alone.
He was growling, feral-like as he fucked. As he conquered. He looked down between their bodies and burned the vision into his memory: his cock plunging deep between those full, juicy cheeks. A fat pale pipe pistoning like a machine, relentlessly working into her body over and over and over. The sight of her buttocks, those perfect plump swells quaking deliciously as his hard body collided with hers.
And the sounds… Lurid. Obscene. Exquisite.
Flesh upon flesh. Plap. A sublime sound. Carnal music. Ancient. Primal.
PLAP. It rang down to his soul, the same as her screams.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP!
“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK-FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
He fucked her until the bedframe split and gave out beneath them. He fucked her until her voice finally gave out. He fucked her until she came, shuddering around him. And then he kept fucking her. Until both his wives were begging him to fill her up.
“Cum. Fucking do it. Cum in her ass.”
“Pl-ease. Cum. S-shoot it in- in me.”
Don howled as he rooted himself in Diana’s backside. The clench in his balls was magnificent. Bliss followed quickly, a solar flare through his body - flowing into Diana’s.
Through the ecstasy, he vaguely noted Karen’s presence at his flank. Her soft voice carried into his ear. One simple word.
“Wow.”
Two from Diana. She managed to croak them out as his seed flooded her bowels.
“Thank… you…”
Don grunted, satisfied. He gave one last thrust into the Amazon’s ass. Then he let his body fall atop hers.
- - -
The future. In this moment of peace, Don thought about the future.
He watched his girls - his wives - as they slept. He expected his mind to be a storm of conflict. Yet all he felt was a serene stillness.
The Mask & Cape, Roulette’s schemes, he would deal with them in time. It wouldn’t take much to bring that whole operation down. Don wasn’t worried about that circus.
He’d spent an obscene amount of gold to get Karen and Diana out from under Roulette’s control. He had meant to keep them safe. And now?
They were safe. And they were sated. And they were pregnant. Both of them.
Wonder Woman and Power Girl were going to be the mothers of his children.
No doubt they would have words with him once Monday rolled around and he switched them back to their normal selves. Strong, fierce heroines, the both of them. They each chafed under this arrangement with him, anxious in their own specific ways. Yet somehow, in his bones, Don knew the girls wouldn’t be too upset with how this session of playing house turned out.
Karen and Diana both told him they wanted to start families someday. He remembered those times clearly. Both women had their eyes on the future.
The future, as it turned out, was just happening sooner than expected.
Speaking of the future…
Don eyed the broken bedframe. He’d need to buy them a new one soon. Other repairs to the house, too. No doubt they’d break something else. The weekend wasn’t over. They still needed to make it through Sunday.
Knowing the girls, they’d want to spend tomorrow getting bred all over again. Just to be sure.
END
Comments
ryswell
If the commissioner wants to return to this project down the line, I'd be happy to do a continuation!
Alatoic
Good story, really enjoy it, will be there a future epilogue?
