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Marry The Speed 4
🕑 Added 2025-09-26 14:00:07 +0000 UTCWally couldn’t stop himself from giving into temptation a little. He looked at her face, trying to read her expression for any sign she knew what she was doing to him. He couldn’t tell, though. Her innocence was too engrained in her features.
The only way to tell would be to look in her eyes for devilry and he didn’t think he could bear that. Yet he couldn’t stop looking at her profile: her pretty upturned nose, her piquant little lips, her innocent blue eyes still wandering over his desk for treasure…
“What’s this, Mr. West?” she suddenly chirped.
She took out a glossy magazine from underneath his papers. Her lips seemed particularly dewy, damp and glossy from her tongue—she opened the magazine up, flipping through the pages, and her eyes widened. Her lips drew apart too. A little gasp that sent a shudder through Wally.
He found himself scanning her shock for signs of arousal, then thinking better of it. Thankfully, he still had enough superspeed to tear the magazine away from her before she could page through it anymore.
The bulge in his pants was gargantuan now. Wally hid it under the magazine. He couldn’t have her seeing it; just the thought of her reacting to that instead of a porno rag…
“That’s a dirty magazine!” Courtney yelped. “It has pictures of girls with no clothes on! Oh, Mr. West, I can’t believe you!”
She stood to one side and looked over his shoulder, taking a good look at the magazine cover with its view of a naked woman. Her side turned to the camera, her breasts hidden behind her arm and only the curve of her ass showing, but still enough to merit a plain brown wrapper on a newsstand.
Wally moved to flip the magazine over and offer Courtney the sight of a nice, innocent cigarette ad, but he didn’t dare. If he moved it, she’d see his erection. She was already looking right down at his lap. If the magazine weren’t in the way…
There was an odd half-smile on Courtney’s delicious little mouth. Her eyes were avid in going over the cover, tracing every line of the naked woman’s body.
Wally sat there helplessly, his erection throbbing eagerly. He could not lose his awareness of Courtney’s golden thighs, of her short short skirt. He could look at those. He didn’t have to look to remember what her white little panties looked like, although he still wanted to see them.
See if they were wet now that she had spent long seconds staring at the nude but unexposed beauty on the cover of the magazine. Miss July.
“I wouldn’t think you’d need to look at things like this,” Courtney said. “You’re so handsome and charming… can’t you get most any girl you want?”
Wally tried to look stern. “I really don’t discuss those kinds of things with my teammates.”
“But we’re not teammates. Not really. And I’m interested. Do you just like looking at them? Even when you can’t do things with them?”
“I… sometimes it takes too much time and… finagling to get a girl, so it’s easier—yes, I just want to look at some butts now and then,” Wally admitted. “Sometimes that’s all I need.”
“I guess sex isn’t as much fun as I thought it would be,” Courtney said. She sounded heartbroken. “If you’d rather look at some magazine then be with a real live girl.”
“No! That’s not it at all! Sex is great! I just… you know… I have to meet a girl, I have to take her out, have to hope she understands me getting called away to tidal waves and volcanic eruptions and twisters…”
Courtney sat down morosely on his desk. Her eyes were very big, very innocent, and her lips quirked with something curious to them. Wally tried to think of something brotherly and mentor-like to say, but it all seemed hard to understand to him too.
How lazy had he been, fiddling around with magazines when he could’ve been running through whole sorority houses? Of course, most of his time in the JLA he’d been with Linda and she’d hardly appreciate him spending time with Theta Theta Delta, but… he and Linda were broken up. So was that wasted time too?
Suddenly Wally wished he could be distracted by Courtney’s golden legs and big bouncing breasts again.
“You need someone who understands you,” Courtney said. “Someone who appreciates how busy you are and how challenging your work is. And someone cute too. Like Miss July.”
“Yeah,” Wally agreed, nodding absently. Linda understood him. Linda appreciated how busy he was—mostly. And cute, hell, Linda was adorable. Maybe she didn’t have tits like Miss July, but if anyone could convince them that more than a handful really was a waste, it would be—
“In fact, I know exactly what you need,” Courtney went on.
Her voice didn’t rouse Wally, but the sound of shuffling papers did. He looked up to see she was holding up an issue of Barely Legal.
“Okay!” Wally said defensively. “I swear, I don’t have a thing for schoolgirls!”
“You don’t?” Courtney asked meaningful.
“No, honest! I got that issue when I was one of the Titans, I was the same age as those girls! It’s not that I’m into younger women, it’s just that I’m not into MILFs!”
Courtney thought about it, then shook her head. “I think you like MILFs just fine.”
“What?” Wally asked—sure, he’d thought about it with Hippolyta, and Big Barda, and Black Canary of course, but what did this have to do with—what did anything have to do with anything?
“You just like, ah, homegrown MILFs.” Courtney tossed the issue of Barely Legal onto Wally’s lap with the other magazine. “You know… untouched by another man?”
Wally nodded. Yeah, he could see that. If he and Linda had kids, he wouldn’t stop being attracted to her. She’d probably be a tiger mom—she’d absolutely get the weight off.
“I’m not ready for that yet,” Courtney continued, “but we can practice for it.”
Wally heard himself groan. This was too much, just too damn much. She was torturing him with all these leading questions that seemed designed to kickstart his fantasy life. And now on top of everything she was actively propositioning him.
Wally forced himself not to look at her. He snatched up the magazines and shoved them into a desk drawer.
“I’m too old for you,” he muttered.
“Why?” Courtney demanded. “Does it not work anymore? Because it sure looks like it’s working to me!”
And Wally realized that in hiding the magazines from sight, he’d exposed just how much he appreciated having Courtney bubbling away in his personal space.
“Can I show you something too? How about some more of my legs? You’re the Flash—you must be a legman!”
To Wally’s astonishment, she stepped back, took her skirt in her hands, and pulled it slowly up her thighs. She held her eyes on him all the while, drinking in his reaction. Soon he could see her panties again—the stark white that so shockingly broke up the amber burn her legs had tanned to. Wally sat there frozen, feeling only the insistent pulse of his erection accompanying Courtney’s movements like a backbeat.
Courtney had the most perfect legs he’d ever seen. Slender and bronzed and perfectly sculpted, the calves and thighs toned into beautifully tapering columns. There was a modest thigh gap like a painter’s signature on the masterpiece of her. His cock flexed and Wally shifted in his seat to try and relieve the discomfort.
“You can’t see much of my panties yet, can you? They’re really cute. Let me show you,” she cooed.
Without waiting for an answer, Courtney lifted her skirt the rest of the way, showing herself to him. She bit down on her lower lip as though she were indulging in some forbidden pleasure, tasting candy she wasn’t supposed to get into. That look on her face was about the only thing that could get Wally’s eyes off her panties, even if only for a second.
Her panties were no more than a brisk white triangle across her groin. Two lacy straps looped over her hips, holding the triangle in place. The fabric was pure white, as different from her golden thighs and belly as shadow was from light. It contrasted so pleasingly that Wally almost didn’t want her to take the thing off. Her navel winked at him from her flat little belly.
“What do you think? Do I look as good as the girls in your magazines? Would you rather look at them or at me?” Courtney purred, batting her eyelashes, as though she didn’t already know the answer.
“Sweet Jesus,” Wally murmured.
Something snapped in him and it snapped fast. He dropped to his knees before Courtney. His hands snaked up the back of her thighs and he sank his fingers deep into her succulent ass. Then his mouth dove into the white triangle of her panties and he kissed and licked, not caring how much he tasted the flimsy material when he was also tasting so much of her.
“Mr. West! I guess this is your way of telling me I look good enough to eat!” Courtney mewled, trying her best to keep her balance while her body was wracked with the pleasure he gave her.
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Shendude
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