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🕑 Added 2025-06-10 22:00:02 +0000 UTC“Don’t say it like that, Liz,” Betty admonished, grinning all the while. “You’ll make him come in his pants!”
Spoken by Betty, even that phrase sounded obscenely exciting. Peter wouldn’t be intimidated, though. He gave them a fierce grin. “I’m not ready for bed just yet. So which of you wants to sleep and which of you wants to tire me out?”
Liz leaned over the table and ate him up with her hot blue eyes. “We already agreed to share, Peter. There are some real sexy pussycats out there and you’re prime rib. So you can have both of us—as long as the two of us are the only ones getting a split.”
Peter swallowed hard and glanced at Betty, but she was avoiding his eyes, her face red. Her breasts, though, were heaving rapidly. And he noticed her eyes were pointed at Liz—perhaps hoping to see her in action.
“That right, Betty?” he asked her. “You’ve decided you want to be… split?”
“Uh-huh,” Betty said urgently, her eyes meeting his with delirious excitement. “If you can handle the two of us… stud.”
“Don’t worry about Flash,” Liz added. “You’re twice the man he is.”
“I must be,” Peter said, “if you’re settling for half of me.”
He stood, his giant erection tenting out his pants. He tried to get along with Flash, but after years of bullying, cuckolding the guy seemed about right. And making up for years of lonely nights with both a luscious little mink like Liz and fantastically stacked Betty drooling for his prick… both at the same time, both aroused and eager as could be!
Peter couldn’t stop himself now if Aunt May marched in right that moment demanding he have a candlelit dinner with whoever the hell Mary Jane was.
“Yeah, I can handle both of you,” he continued hoarsely. “Let’s go see if the bed can handle us.”
They went into the bedroom, Betty shutting the door behind them. Liz stripped off her T-shirt; her breasts were full, ripe. Peter followed suit in fast silence, his eyes drinking in the softly curved blonde. God, he’d fantasized about her, but his imagination hadn’t been the half of it. Every sleek curve made her more and more a paean to hot, raw sex.
A giant drop of precum fell from his reddened tool as his eyes swept over to Betty, who had rushed to join them in nakedness. She was a vivid contrast to Liz’s golden blondeness, her beautiful breasts milk-white with swollen pink nipples accentuating her pale femininity, her pubic thatch the same wonderful dark wetness as the hair on her sweaty head.
Together, the stunning brunette and the curvaceous blonde were right to assume they’d be too much for any one man. But Peter wasn’t any mere man. He was a superhero and he was sure his cock would hold out for however many hours were left before Aunt May got home. And if it didn’t, he’d use his tongue. These wild-eyed, hot-assed beauties were going to get everything they were aching for.
And they were as determined to get it as he was to give it to them. Liz came over and grabbed his throbbing manhood in her soft, warm hand. She hissed with pleasure at how firm it was, pulsing hard and heatedly. Peter almost came, he was so turned on, but he wouldn’t give in so early. No matter how many tributes he gave to these two sexpots, he’d make them earn the first one.
“It’s about time I thank you for all that help with my homework,” Liz said, her eyes radiant as they gazed as his blood-gorged cock.
Petting her way off his boiling cock, Liz brushed it against her soaked cunt and trembled all over. She stood on her tiptoes to feed it through her fur and into her cuntlips, moaning, gasping, all but screaming when Peter grabbed her lush breasts and showed her how tightly he meant to hold onto her.
Liz turned her head to Betty, who watched intently from a few feet away, her fingers trembling. She wanted to play with herself, or maybe even get a feel of the two lovely bodies locking together before her, but she was too overwhelmed with the raw sensuality of the moment.
“Of course, I’m not some slut who’s just gagging for it,” Liz said hoarsely. “It’s fine if Peter wants to do you first. Isn’t it, Betty?”
“I could just watch at first,” Betty said breathlessly. “Maybe I can just touch you while he’s… while he’s in you. I know it must, it’ll have to be hard for Peter to think of anything else but screwing you when he’s… doing that… but a girl likes to be touched too, and I can do—”
Liz ignored her, turning back to Peter. “Pick one.”
Honey marked her inner thigh and soft tremors jiggled her flesh. This had all started as a way to show up that Mary Jane beauty queen before she got her hooks into Peter, but now it was turning her on fiercely. She didn’t know which she wanted more, to be picked first or to watch Betty get fucked by a real man like Peter…
Peter roved his hand over Liz’s naked ass, his prick pulsing fiercely. And he looked at Betty, recalling the wild fantasies he’d had of bending her over her secretarial desk and pumping savagely between her creamy thighs.
“I can’t decide,” he said. “You’re both too beautiful—I want you both at once.”
“Such a sweetheart,” Betty sighed.
“His heart’s not what I need right now,” Liz panted, stepping back. “I’ll decide. Betty, let’s get you eaten out, since you’re such a romantic. I’ll suck him off while he does that.”
“I, ah, don’t think I’ll last long that way,” Peter said, his cock so sensitive that the breeze from the air conditioner had him straddling the edge.
Shit, he’d almost gotten off just at feeling her juiciness—knowing he was touching her cunt. His balls felt like seething molten lead and his readiness to come was a physical thing, a knot in his loins that boiled and flared and sent out tingles all the way to his fingertips.
“Well then, you’d better hope your cum tastes good,” Liz said confidently, leading him to the bed by his straining cock.
She felt like sex personified, the only one of the three who’d ever tried it out as a triangle instead of a straight line. Peter was all man, but she could tell he was cowed by them having him outnumbered, while Betty was cute and all, but she hadn’t taken enough cock to know what to do with it.
That made Liz the star attraction and she would have her way, getting all the fun she could get over how both her lovers were wild for her ass and her lips and her pussy. God, she was proud to have brought them together—this threesome was only happening because she turned them both on so much.
“Lie down on your back,” she told Peter, licking her lips wet. She loved blowing men and even eating pussy was pretty fun. It was like the lips on her face were as sensitive as the ones between her legs. Though right now, all of Liz’s body felt like burning, pulsing cunt.
Peter hesitated. Liz could tell he was too worried about coming too fast. So she shoved him onto his back, smiling at him as she crawled between his muscular legs.
“Don’t worry about shooting off, sport. You won’t. Not until I tell you to. See, instead of looking at us and having lots of dirty thoughts about our bodies, you’re going to be eating Betty out. Just focus on that; let me enjoy having that big cock in my mouth… all the way down my throat…”
She grabbed his pounding erection at its base and looked at Betty, who could’ve been cramming for a test, she was watching so intently.
“Go on, Betty, sit on his face. Facing me, baby. I want to watch you and I want you to watch me and, shit, I wanna taste this prick—!”
Before Betty could get any closer to the bed and share in Liz’s triumph, the blonde took Peter’s knob into her burning mouth and sucked so hard it was more of a wild spasm than anything else.
Peter’s head slammed down into his pillow. With that first burst of feeling, Peter knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was about to get the hottest, wettest blowjob his cock might ever see.
“Mmm-hmmm,” Liz moaned into Peter’s glans. “If your cum tastes as good as this dick, you can shoot in my mouth right now!”
Then she rammed as much of his tool into her mouth as she could take, holding it there and quivering hotly as though she were giving him permission to come, waiting for his launch to fill up her sweet mouth.
Instead, Betty’s beautiful ass loomed over Peter’s face with a folded knee in both his armpits.
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