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🕑 Added 2024-04-29 19:00:01 +0000 UTCPeter could only barely meet Harley’s gaze. He couldn’t believe such a beautiful woman was in his arms, propositioning him so openly, sounding turned on just by the idea of having sex with him. He wanted her down on the floor, full of his cock, but the ground looked hard. He didn’t want to hurt this lovely Dresden doll of a girl on it.
“Come on, lover-boy,” she cajoled him. “I ain’t made of porcelain, even with my skin tone. I won’t break!”
She yanked Peter down to the dusty floor with her. It was hard, but she couldn’t care less about that. All Harley wanted was Peter naked and his hard prick out. She started unbuttoning his shirt. He was too flabbergasted to help.
“You’ve got a good build, hon,” Harley told him. “You work out? Well, you’re about to! It takes a lot to get me off—especially for multiples! And you don’t want me to go back to screwing a Venus flytrap, do ya?”
She peeled off his shirt and ran her fingers through his curling chest hairs. Her fingers ran down his thick pecs and chiseled abs until she had a hold of his belt. Peter shifted his hips and Harley realized he wanted her hand on his cock. She reached down and cupped it in her fingers.
“Is that for me, sweetums?” she asked. “You want me to take that big dick out? Because Auntie Harl really wants to see that big dick! Oh yeah, Quinnie really wants to see all that cock before you nail it inside me! After all, that’s what my womb is gonna look when you’re done rearranging it!”
She unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. She shucked his pants down his legs and then did his underwear. His prick was so hard that Harley giggled as she brought his briefs down its constrained length. They were sticky and warm and she smelled them before she pushed them down to his ankles.
“Mmmff--!” she vocalized. “That’s how I want you to leave my babymaker!”
She got him to step out of the lowered clothes and then turned her attention to his fat prick. Harley wrapped her fingers around its base and felt its arousal pounding away at her palm. He had a beautiful dick. She felt like kissing it, leaving both it and Peter’s handsome face covered in lipstick marks like a cartoon character.
“Oh, I’m not giving this back anytime soon,” she said. “It’s gonna spend hours up in my guts. I’m filing for joint custody. We’re making my pussy a timeshare and when it’s not mine, it belongs to this beautiful fuckstick!”
No more impulse control. She bent her head to his manhood, liking how her wild hair fell around her face as she bowed down. Peter’s cock tasted new and different, but she didn’t not like it. She was eager to get used to the taste.
Harley ran her lips down his solid, throbbing member. She moved her tongue over his heated thickness. It made her pussy moist just to know she’d gotten her lips around his cock. She slid her hungry lips back up until they were ringed around his glans. They were smeared with precum, which bloomed in her mouth as she tongued it.
“Oh Jesus,” Peter groaned, sweat glistening on his forehead and rapidly glazing his shirtless chest. “You’re getting me so fucking hot.”
“You’ll never be too hot to handle, sexy boy,” she cooed. “I’m throating this dick if it sets me on fire!”
Harley ran her tongue over his semen-crowned knob, feeling like she was tasting him for the first time, the pureness of it, the himness of it. It was so fucking good. She rubbed her tongue all over his prick. More and more of his salty precum came out to coat her tongue.
“Oh shit!” Peter groaned. “God, you’re gonna make me come!”
Harley wanted him to come in her mouth. She also wanted him to come in her face, come on her tits, up her ass, and to creampie her of course. But right now, she didn’t have the willpower to take his fat cock out of her mouth.
Harley wrapped her fingers around the throbbing base—which she couldn’t reach with her small but straining mouth—and she held him steady while she impaled herself, inch by inch, on that staggering hardness.
“Oh fuck!” Peter gasped. “Are you trying to take all of it?”
Her mouth full and her eyes alight, Harley nodded her head as best she could with what felt like a baseball bat sticking out of her palate. Then she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard on his swollen cockhead and going to her happy place as her senses were flooded by the taste of his cum: its feel, its scent, she could even picture it in her mind’s eyes… how all that cum in his bloated balls would look as it flew out and covered her face until she gleamed.
Peter had never felt anything like this. He’d gotten blowjobs before, but never one so sloppy, so debauched. He felt Harley shoving herself down on his cock, forcing him down her throat until she gagged, then pulling back until all that touched him was her hot lips sucking at his tender knob. He could feel her tongue working on his glanshole.
“Goddamn,” he groaned. “Shit, you really want it!”
He put both hands in her hair, fisting her two pigtails. He pulled her down to swallow more of his dick until she was almost mouthing his balls too.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “All of it—suck it all!”
Harley bobbed her head up and down, faster than he could pump on his cock, her satiny lips frictioning very nearly every last inch of his manhood. She moaned as she tasted his hot precum sliding into her mouth—swallowed it and sucked at him for more, her eyes rolling up in her head.
“Okay, that’s enough, Jesus,” Peter groaned, trying to push her away. “We need to stop this now or I won’t have anything left to fuck you with. And I need to fuck you, baby—”
Harley fought him, though, like a dog with a bone. She didn’t want to give up the hot prick in her mouth. It was too good of a taste and she couldn’t look forward to having it between her legs enough to give up the present loveliness of having it in her mouth.
Impulse control never had been Harley’s forte; if he’d offered her a million dollars to stop sucking his cock, she wouldn’t take it. She could already tell how good his cum would taste…
“Harley, I need your pussy. I’m serious now.”
Harley briefly gave up on his prick, but held onto it with both hands. “You’ll get to fuck me. Believe me, you’re not leaving here without my pussy all over your cock. But first I’m getting that cum. I know you want me to swallow it and this prick is hard enough to give me a double dose. I’ll stake my ass on it. If I actually have to get you hard again after you come, you can put it up my butt. How’s that sound?”
Peter had no way to respond to that except to slouch down and enjoy himself. The way Harley fucked, she might take him having a hard-on after even the heaviest ejaculation by thinking it was simply a reasonable response. She definitely seemed to be living in a porno.
Harley smiled at him, right up until her lips rolled over his cock again. Her blonde head dropped down on his erection and he felt those sweet lips trailing down, down, down, tongue wiggling at every seamy vein she found on his engorged member. Her soft fingers played with his balls.
Peter knew there was no point in guiding her with his hands. He reached lower, running his touch along her bent back, feeling the nodules of her spine, the supple muscles of her back as she forced herself down further and further on his manhood.
He massaged her sweat back into her glossy flesh as she suckled him. Then he reached down under her and slapped at her dangling breasts.
Harley crooned right into his pleasured cock at being played with so roughly. Her eyes flicked up to meet his and then she nodded enthusiastically. He hit her breasts from the other side; Harley bounced on her kneeling knees.
“Holy hell,” Peter sighed, turned on almost as much by Harley’s sheer zeal for mouthing him as by the feeling of her mouth engulfing so much of him, nearly all of him. “Jesus, Harley, you keep doing that and you’ll have a mouthful of cum, swear to God!”
Harley’s eyes lit up. A mouthful of thick, hot cum was just what she wanted. She moved faster, her back muscles flexing under Peter’s caressing hands, her lips rubbed clean of lipstick as she stroked his erection all the way to his heavy balls.
Peter could only throw his head back and groan when he felt Harley’s chin nestling into his scrotum. Her tongue did something at the base of his cock that made him feel like she’d found an emergency release valve to his erection. He felt her teeth scraping his swollen flesh, her throat rebelling against being force-fed so much girthy cock, even her drool winding down the wrinkled skin of his balls.
He’d fucked Felicia in the mouth, but never this much—never to the point where it felt like he was the one getting fucked by Harley’s ever-hungry mouth.
“Oh shit,” Peter cried, “shit, I’m gonna go, I’m gonna shoot off right in your mouth, oh my fucking shit, you’re getting my cum!”
Harley felt his prick really swell up, filling her mouth as full as it could be before his cum flew out and took up whatever space was left. His hands clapped together on the back of her head, holding her in place to make sure this deserving receptacle for his seed didn’t go anywhere.
Harley loved it. She was sure, with childlike certainty, that Peter wasn’t the usual user. He knew she’d get off on having a little force in the mix. That was why he was keeping her from backing out on the blowjob—it wasn’t at all that she wanted to stop blowing him. She felt the first liquid burn of his jizz and started swallowing.
As big as her mouth was, Peter had more cum for her than she could manage. It leaked out of the corners of Harley’s mouth, dripped to her heaving breasts, and practically glued them together. Still she kept sucking, moaning on the fat wad of cum he fed her.
“You’re swallowing it,” Peter said, staggered. “You’re really… keeping it.”
Harley didn’t know what woman would ever give this up. She drank as much of his seed as she could take. It was incredible. The warmth flowed right down to her pussy.
She took her mouth off his prick and rubbed her face against his cockhead, cooing at the feel of his last few drops on her skin. She massaged them into her face, adding a little fresh whiteness to the greasepaint she wore. Then she beamed at Peter.
“Y’know, I never actually went and copyrighted this look. Think it counts as yours now? Maybe you could slap me with your cock a few times and we’ll see how much flakes off. It could be a Peter Parker original! And look!” She grinned up at him. “You’re still hard. How ‘bout I go gargle some Listerine so you’s can kiss me while we humpin’? Normally I’d give Ivy a lick, but she’s off with the Legion of Doom, so maybe I’ll just throat an Altoid.”
