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Captain Amazonia 2
🕑 Added 2024-12-31 22:00:05 +0000 UTCThe woman herself arrived near the end of Peggy’s explanation. And she was gorgeous. Exquisite, even. He’d thought Peggy was the apex of beauty and she was—of course, Dottie was pretty, really pretty, but Peggy was ravishing. And then Diana was so lovely that it made him feel unfaithful to Peggy just looking at her.
There was unspeakable eroticism not even in her physique, but simply in her long dark tresses, heavy as oiled silk, and in her eyes, which had lashes so delicate they seemed rimmed with lines of kohl to exoticize the stunning blue in her pupils. Which already was like some rare mineral that required mind-blowing luck to come across.
Even having been so pleasurably comforted by Dottie and Peggy, Steve found himself responding to Diana’s mere presence. He could see now how Peggy’s story must be true. How Wonder Woman had, in his absence, taken his place as vanguard against the Axis menace with amazing powers of her own. How her message of peace and understanding had resonated with a world tired of war. How, under her tutelage, numerous women like Peggy had refused to reclaim their shackles and instead aspired to political power, ending up in high government roles. And how these newly liberated women were eager to enjoy their newfound freedom, with Diana teaching them as well how to delight in their own bodies. Until all the world seemed to be willing men and women, indulging in fantasies as quickly as they could come up with them.
Erections weren’t rare in this bawdy new world. Men were a lusty lot and Diana had seen plenty of physical appreciation for her scant costume. Many tried to ignore them, but Diana savored such masculinity. She saw him blushing and immediately sought to dispel the thought that he should be ashamed of such a display.
“You’re hard,” she said conversationally, glancing down at his bulging manhood.
Steve kept from looking downward, as if he could ignore his erection thundering happily away under the towel that Peggy had cleaned him with.
“It’s alright, Steve,” Peggy said soothingly, patting his chest. “It’s just a normal bodily function.”
“A very fun one,” Dottie added.
“Have you given any thought to what you’ll do with it?” Diana asked. “I know Peggy here just attended to a similar display. It’s interesting that you’d have another so soon. I’d very much like to try it out.”
Steve looked a little desperately at Peggy. “Go on, Steve. It’s a great honor to have a tryst with Wonder Woman. And very fulfilling.”
Dottie snickered. “I’m sure he doesn’t need you to tell him that…”
“Come on, Dottie, let’s go put on our work clothes. I think Diana’s going to take a while.”
His prick looked so tasty that Diana just had to lean in and let him feel her tongue on it. Having been struck by how delicious it really was, she slipped it into her mouth and drew her cheeks inward, sucking on his cockhead.
But she didn’t want him to come too quickly. Didn’t want to bring a halt to the proceedings just as the tension were staring to mount. So Diana stopped, standing up and lifting her skirt and downing her panties, kicking them from her boots to show her steamy pussy.
Her mound was finely tended with a triangle of dark hair—a blackly flaming forest fire bisected by a slippery river. She let the sight of it call to Steve, drawing him out of bed after her as she backed up to a shelf of medical supplies and perched on it, her legs wide apart, her pelvis up to show off her cunt like an icon of worship.
“Show me what makes you worthy of Peggy Carter,” she told him.
Steve knelt on the tile floor between her thighs. Taking the root of his thick cock in hand, he aimed the blunt tip at her opening. In his eagerness to possess her, his hips lashed out and his cockhead brushed against her furry sex. It was like his hand was restraining his erection more than guiding it. Steve rubbed his tip around in her moistening labia, not penetrating her, but feeling the warmth that was slowly pervading his member—promising to immerse him if he went another few inches towards her.
He thought about Peggy and the infidelity he had already committed with ‘Dottie’ and whether it even counted as that when Peggy had so enthusiastically drawn the other woman into what had once been a comfortably insular relationship. Steve was half-convinced that this was all a dream and whether it was or wasn’t, it seemed like he could figure it all out after he’d enjoyed himself some. He’d certainly earned some R&R and however long he’d spent in the ice, he did not consider his time there either resting or relaxing.
Diana’s slit was twitching, desperate to be open, and Steve felt little convulsions run through it to pull at his glans with each stir he gave her. He was swiping his cockhead up and down so that it passed over her stiff clit as well as down between her buttocks. The sexual tension was painful: his cock felt like a balloon filled to the point of popping, full of pulsing veins and explosive throbs that could only be safely housed inside the pressure Diana offered.
Diana began grinding herself on his cockhead, returning the initiating attraction that had shown her Steve knew how to tease a woman the way Peggy deserved to be teased. She was amazed at how considerate Steve was being: it was like he saw Peggy in her and was as concerned with this gentle virgin he created in his mind as he would be with his lady love. It was really quite effective foreplay, being treated so tenderly. But she didn’t need foreplay now. She was ready on many levels.
“Put it in,” she sighed. “You won’t hurt me. You’ll make it stop hurting… make me stop wanting you so bad that I don’t know what to do with myself…”
Steve pushed his knob into Diana’s womanhood, the proud slab of flesh first parting her thick pubic hair, then forcing apart the curtains of her labia. The feeling of velvet softness that greeted his tip was so beguiling that it seemed to suck him into her. At Diana’s ardent moan, Steve rammed himself home with a solid thrust, running the whole length of his endowment inside of Diana to her howling enthusiasm.
His bloated balls swung against her ass; his belly slapped together with hers. Diana thrust her legs out and wrapped her creamy thighs around Steve’s midsection, dragging him against her body like she wanted to engulf even more of him.
Steve held the impalement for a moment, enjoying the feel of every inch of his hard cock being massaged by the roiling of her hot cunt. It was already too much for him, far beyond even the worshipful treatment he’d gotten from Peggy and Dottie, and when Diana shifted her hips, allowing her inner muscles to pull at him from new angles, he was pushed to the limit.
It took everything he had not to go off, but Steve had been trained to resist torture. He gritted his teeth in a clutched grin, holding it as the milking of his cock went on and on.
Finally, he couldn’t contest with Diana anymore. He knew he had to buy himself some relief. Steve pushed his cock a little further into her, was rewarded with an awe-struck look in Diana’s wide eyes, then he drew himself away. Diana’s sex feasted on him all the way out, its ardor seeming to grow like she was more determined to keep him as there were fewer and fewer inches to hold onto.
Finally, he was out of her, but even the memory was a hard-fought aggression—he made a rumbling noise deep in his throat as he bodily resisted the urge to come. But he couldn’t resist thrusting back inside her, as Diana well-knew from the wicked grin on her face…
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