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Spider-Boy 3
🕑 Added 2024-03-05 21:00:01 +0000 UTCShe knew that Kon had to be even more out of his mind with lust than she was. And he had to be close to coming, because Felicia knew everything she was sucking and stroking was as sensitive as her pulsing cunt. Drool dripped from his meaty cock and landed on her breasts; Felicia rubbed the liquid into her already sweaty cleavage as she gleefully imagined how much tasty cum she’d be able to swallow and how much would spill onto her tits.
She had to make him come. She needed to make him come. Felicia sucked harder and faster, loving both the taste of Kon’s prick and the anticipation of having his cum pooling in the pit of her stomach and frothing between her lips. Warm and silky wet everywhere in-between.
“HHAAA!” Kon yelled suddenly, soaring up away from all control. He pumped his hips against Felicia’s face, all but assaulting her mouth. Thrusting his cock over her slippery tongue and into the depths of her throat.
“Aww, fuck, you sexy bitch, you’re about to make me come! I’m gonna come right in your mouth!” he cried. “Eat all this cum, eat all this fucking cum, I’m gonna make your mouth as white as your hair!”
“GGGKKH!!” Felicia gurgled in agreement, thinking of nothing she wanted more than to gulp down every last drop of his cum.
Kon’s eyes rolled back in his head. He let all awareness leave him; the only thing that existed for him was his spurting cock and exploding cum and the sucking mouth where they belonged. He fucked deep into Felicia’s gullet, filling it even before he launched his jizz.
“Take it all, kitty! Swallow all your medicine, you big tit cocksucker! AHHHH!” Kon roared as he released all the thick, burning cum that Felicia’s perfect body demanded.
“KKUK-KKUK-KKUKK!” Felicia gagged, still beside herself with delight even as she was force-fed his cum.
Kon continued to pump his cock into Felicia’s mouth as he got off. Rope after rope of virile seed filled Felicia’s mouth; she had to swallow desperately to keep it from overflowing her well-fucked lips. Her eyes closed and she moaned excitedly, writhing and jiggling as if dancing to the tune set by Kon’s pounding erection.
“UNNNHHH!” she gasped as her cunt exploded with fireworks all its own.
“Hey, you’re not supposed to get leather wet,” Kon informed her, when he looked down to see that she’d squirted all over his jacket.
But he still had a smile for her as he picked it up and threw it on, leaving Felicia on the floor to savor the aftertaste of his cum.
“You’re… still hard,” Felicia sighed, bubbles of unswallowed cum trickling out with her words. “Please, please fuck me.” She opened her legs. “God, I’ve got to have that cock inside me—”
“Hey, babycakes, this is supposed to be a punishment, remember? Be a good girl and maybe next time I’ll show you why Spider-Boy is the biggest misnomer since that chick who called herself Thor just because she had a hammer.”
Felicia watched him take off—she was still so fucking horny, her cunt burning, her mouth a dripping mess she could barely stand to lick clean again. One load of cum should’ve been enough for her, but Felicia wanted more. She wanted a never-ending supply of cum and she had a feeling Kon could give it to her, if only she could tease it out of him.
***
Roxy Leech threw her tennis racket down. “I’ve had enough of balls,” she said, wiping her forehead with her wristband. “I’m going for a swim.”
Holding onto the ball, Peter tossed it up and down. “Sure I can’t get you into one more game?”
“Oh no,” the blonde said, though her blood was rushing like she was already in the middle of a match. “I need to cool off.”
She walked off the court, looking back at the Kryptonian hybrid. He tossed the ball into the air and casually caught it on his racket, paddling it up and down when ease. She didn’t know when she’d first developed an attraction to the little weirdo, but her desire for him was getting out of hand.
The blonde walked to the pool and looked around for an empty sunlounger. She found one, thankfully, and shot a smile to a boy cleaning the unused pool as she stretched out. She wore a bikini under her tennis dress, but she didn’t bother to take it off yet. She wanted to keep the feeling of her play with Peter fresh in her mind. Roxy closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, recalling how it had felt to be the center of Peter’s attention.
She knew it was probably wrong to be turned on by him. Ever since his genes had gone out of wack and they’d needed to use hers to stabilize them, it was practically a sin. Incest. He was like a brother to her. Or a cousin. A distant cousin. Weren’t all humans distant cousins?
Of course, before he’d been an alien. Was that bestiality? And was it incest at all if you weren’t raised together? Stepbrothers and stepsisters, that was a sort of incest, even with no DNA shared. But if she’d met Peter because her dad married his mom, would that make it wrong? Did she even mind it being wrong or did that just excite her more?
Roxy pushed her breasts out and smiled, thinking about Peter once more. She’d noticed that he’d stared at them. Her breasts had been pretty small this time last year. And now, seemingly overnight, they’d grown—leaving her needing bra after bra after bra until finally settling on a DD-cup.
When daddy wasn’t around, she hardly ever wore a bra. Like today. When Peter asked her to play tennis, Roxy decided not to wear one. She wanted to let her girls bounce, she wanted Peter to notice them.
He had.
That was why she’d beaten him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts. Roxy slanted her eyes open and looked down at her tits. God, was it nice to have a pair like this. She took a deep breath and savored seeing the double peaks push against the bondage of her dress, then quiver their way back down onto her chest.
She noticed the poolboy was leering at her. She ignored him. He was cute, but Roxy knew he’d prove disappointing. What she really wanted was Peter.
“I thought you wanted to go for a swim,” Peter puffed, dropping down onto the lounger next to her.
Roxy shifted her eyes over to him with a smile. “I just realized I’m too tired. I’d drown if I went in that water.”
“Sorry I wore you out.”
“Don’t be. It just gives me more stamina in the end.” Roxy eyed his crotch: swim trunks he wore under a baggy shirt. She thought she caught a glimpse of his member when he moved his leg… “It’s good to have lots and lots of stamina so you can have lots and lots of fun.”
Peter shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand. “If you’re so tired, all this sun might not be too good for you. Especially with you wearing all that. Maybe you should come inside where it’s air conditioned. I’ll get you something to drink.”
“Or I could take these clothes off,” Roxy smiled, pushing out her breasts.
Peter’s jaw dropped a bit before he recovered. “Oh, because you’re wearing your bikini,” he said, twisting his head away.
“Yeah. The red one. Do you like it?” Roxy asked, deliberately making her breasts jostle as she faced him.
“Oh, you wouldn’t care about my opinion. You know us guys. No head for fashion.”
“But all the other guys like it,” Roxy said, and she moved her legs apart to give him a look up her dress’s skirt. Her own eyes struck at Peter’s swim trunks. They looked a lot tighter than they had before.
“Well, then all the other guys must be right.”
“So you like it too?” Roxy giggled, crossing one leg over the other.
“Sure. It’s a big hit. Universal appeal.”
“I think you like my bikini but you don’t want to admit it.”
“Why wouldn’t I want to admit it? You’re not making any sense, Rox. You should go inside before your sunstroke gets any worse.” He peeled off his shirt. “I’m swimming before my sunscreen wears off.”
He jumped into the water before Roxy could discern his muscular chest from the bright sun stabbing her eyes.
“Shit,” she said, seeing the hazy outline of Peter swimming under the waves he’d made diving in.
***
When Kon got back home, he found Aunt May on her hands and knees, trying to straighten up the mess under the kitchen sink. Everything had been tossed in there willy-nilly and she couldn’t find anything. Even after having taken out every can and bottle, she still couldn’t lay hands on half the things that she knew were in there. She kept ducking her head down and reaching deeper in…
She didn’t hear her ward come in and didn’t know he stood there, looking at her.
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Shendude
Oh, I like where this is going...
