With her body bouncing on my dick, you could see the pleasured shuddering that would carry her to orgasm. She was ready to explode, and that’s when I started to lose control, pumping her husband…hard…deep…and fast!
Lost in a cloud of animal lust, Pete’s head rocked back and forth, and he was jacking his big dick. Again, echoing his wife’s moans, “Rob…Rob…fuckkkkkk…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…yeah…yeah…yeah…fuck yeah!”
He started wanking harder, spraying another load, this time all over the couch. I felt him tighten, as his whole body trembled under my thrusts; I think each pleasured shudder was longer…and more intense for both of us.
When he was done, I felt spent, and leaned back to catch my breath, “Jeeezus dude, that was hot as fuck…hot as fuck!” He just moaned, as I got my second wind and started fucking him, again.
I needed my release, too, and moaned, “Ahhhh…yeah…yeah…yeah…fuckin’ ride it…slam it back…slam it back on that dick…yeah…yeah…yeah, fuck yourself…gimme that ass…gimme that ass!”
“It’s yours…that ass’s yours…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…use my ass…breed…breed…breed meeeeee!”
We were both horny as fuck…and wildly fucking, but when it came on, I started thrusting even harder. We fucked like that for two seconds, before it pulsed up through the shaft, and painted his insides, with all the fertile seed I could muster.
I collapsed over his panting body, before pulling it out and sitting next to him. All wet and shiny, my dick was softening but it flopped audibly over my thigh; that’s when I grinned, “We got time for that beer…if you we go to the later show.”
He laughed, “Jizz, beer, and a movie…we know how to live! You get the beer and I’ll clean up the couch…Jo’s not big on cum stains, on furniture.”
“I know…you gotta have rules…wasn’t that in a song? No jism on the sofa…?”
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Halfway through the movie, we felt our phones vibrate, and it was pics from Jodi.
She was in front of a mirror, looking sexy as hell, and wearing wonder woman panties, and a bra…she sent a picture of her ass, and then a frontal. It read, “I can’t always handle all the movies, but I know you guys can handle this…”
I texted: “We can’t wait to get our hands on you…maybe a get a piece of wonder woman!”
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After the movie, we decided to grab one more at the bar, across the street. Lingering over the beer and talking, there was some focus on Jodi’s text, and we thought she’d make a juicy Captain Marvel…or Black Widow. Of course, we thought maybe we should do the same and look for some DC or Marvel stuff…maybe Superman…Green Lantern…or Spidey.
Despite all that, I couldn’t get Jodi’s Wonder Woman breasts out of my head, but then Pete ignited some new male fantasies. He grinned, “I can’t wait for that superman bulge…takin’ it out…and milkin’ it dry!” He laughed, “But maybe it’s not possible to milk superman dry?”
I couldn’t get that out of my head…Pete on his knees, rubbing the print…and then unpacking it. He’d have his lips working all over my cock…mmmm…at that moment, it was just a hot fantasy, but I knew it wasn’t going to remain a fantasy.
We were headed out to the car, and I was still fantasizing about the underwear; anyway, I grabbed his hand and grinded it against my crotch, “Think I got some superman bulge!”
“He laughed, “Dude, that’s my kryptonite…right there!”
When we got into the car, and he was undoing my belt, I grinned, “Let me park over there, away from these cars…it’ll be more private.”
He grinned, “Anything you say…superman,” but kept working on my pants while I moved the car. Caressing through underwear, he rubbed the dick print, “Yeah…that’s…that’s definitely a superpower.”
I put it in park and lifted my ass, and he pushed them down to my ankles; just starting to point upward, it wasn’t fully erect, but it bobbed out to greet us. He was staring, and I teased him, bouncing it up and down, “You like?”
He nodded, smirking, “Mmmm, how could I not like that. Like I said, my kryptonite…your superpower.” Taking it in his hand, he stroked it and leaned over to lick the head. Giving it long sensuous licks, he dug his tongue into the slit, savoring what he found and swirling his tongue over his tastebuds.
I groaned, rolling my head back, “Fuck yeahhhhh…slurp that juice…that superman juice! Oh god…yeah, I was dreamin’ about this, back there in the bar.”
I guided him with my hand at the back of his head and rolled my hips. I held him tight and groaned, “Yeah…yeah…yeah…fuckin’ suck that dick…suck it…oh yeah!”
Eventually, I pulled him off and stroked it, inches from his face. Licking up and down the shaft, he looked up, “So you think Superman could do it three times tonight, and give it to me, here?”
Starting to pull my pants off, I grinned, “Are you kidding? Get those pants off…he’s always got a super, powerful load!”
He got the seat positioned nearly flat and eagerly pulled his legs way back, presenting me with an equally eager ass. With his fingers, he opened himself up for me, “Go for it, Superman…fuck me!”
I pushed inside, “Ohhhh Pete…fuck…fuck that’s tight…but you’re always this tight!” I grabbed his hips and slowly pumped deeper…deeper till it was all in, and my balls were pressed tight against him. Lost in the intensity, we both savored things for a minute.
Pete really loved to feel the hard, throbbing warmth, filling…and stretching his ass. He moaned, “Ahhhh…ahhhh…go ahead…harder…fuck me harder…gimme that cock…all…all that superman cock!”
That’s when I pushed his legs wider, grabbed his shoulders and picked things up…pumping deep, pummeling his ass and churning his insides.
He was rock hard from the very start, but now he was jacking, “Yeah…yeah…that’s it…fuck me hard…fuck me…fuck me hard!” I slammed the shit out of him, but he kept begging, “Fuck me…fuck me hard…yeah…yeah…yeah…yeah, fuck me hard…give me that load!”
“You want it…want my seed? Uhhhh…uhhhh…you want me to shoot it…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…shoot up your ass?”
He anxiously accepted all I had left, “Yeah…yeah, breed it…breed my pussy…with…with that super cock…breed me…breeeeeed meeeeee!”
I could feel it swelling inside him, as the pleasure pulsed through every muscle of my body; I could barely remember a time when I was any hornier, grunting loud, “Uhhhh…uhhhh…you’re gettin’ it…fuck…fuck…cumming…cummmmmming!” Gripping his body tight, I slammed it deep, over and over, till my balls hit empty.
I started pumping again, slow, and steady; fucking him with the cum, the car smelled like sex, and you could almost taste it.
He moaned, “Rob…Rob…oh god, Rob…fuck me…fuck meee…yeah…yeah…yeah, keep fuckin’ me…yeah…yeah…yeah!”
He was goin’ wild on his cock, before I felt his body stiffen and shudder, again…even though it was number three that night, it felt powerful as the pleasure surged through his body.