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And obviously, this couldn’t be a white picket fence and two point five kids kinda situation like she was worried about. It was, appropriately enough, a swinging thing. An orgy, not a marriage. She could do orgies.

Mary Jane felt her spirits lifting as her elevator car arrived, and thanks to Peter Parker too. All of Peter—both Mr. Parker and Spider-Man—were too much for even a redhead to deal with. But a third of him… maybe one weekend and one weekday… that she could handle. What she needed now was time to think.

If Peter wanted to have a threesome without her, that was fine. She’d take the fucking thing over. And those two sluts she was letting service her man—they’d better be ready to make room.

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“Fuck me, Zee!” Diana ordered. “Fuck me hard! Let me have all of it! Show me again that you can give it to me just like an Amazon!”

Then she broke off, keening in a high-pitched cry as Zatanna buried the strap-on inside her and undulated her hips, making the shaft of the dildo vibrate deep in Diana’s folds. Diana’s eyes were flickering up in her head before Zatanna broke off the move, pulling Diana back from the brink of orgasm.

“Suck his cock,” Zatanna ordered, giving Diana a slap on the ass. “That’s what your mouth is for, not telling me how hard I need to fuck you!”

Diana was quick to wrap her mouth around Peter’s member once more, her whines now muffled by its heft as Zatanna rewarded her with the fast-paced rutting that seemed like it would hurt as much as please. But Peter knew that Diana could take it. She’d nearly broken the bed, taking it last night.

Zatanna’s eyes closed tightly, her whole body lathered in sweat from the exertion as she kept fucking Diana, pounding her sopping pussy as hard as she could, knowing it was the only way she could even begin to satisfy her.

Meanwhile, Peter’s bemusement at this turn of events had taken on an air of serenity. By now he looked like he had been in this situation countless times, like it was his natural state, not being a henpecked employee at the Daily Bugle or even a member of the Avengers. He barely moved, even with Diana dropping her mouth all the way down his steely erection, gurgling like she was trying to gag herself on it. Not until his orgasm was almost crashing down on him, impossible to ignore, did he stop trying to hold back and cry out “Diana, shit, I’m gonna come! Ahhh!”

Diana pulled herself off of his erection, coming up to kneel in front of Zatanna as the magician did her doggy style. Zatanna wrapped her arms around Diana’s body, still thrusting into her from behind, her breasts now pressed into Diana’s back.

Peter could see Zatanna’s dildo thrusting into Diana’s tightly clinging sex, the quivers it sent through Diana’s full breasts with each stroke, while the rest of her physique of taut flesh and firm muscle barely rippled with the impacts—only the womanly excess of her hips, thighs, and those awe-inspiring tits. While Zatanna was wrapped around her, groping her in full Sapphic enjoyment of the same body Peter was in awe of—it was all too much for Peter. Even without Diana mouthing him anymore, he felt his cum surge inside him like a tidal wave…

“No, not that!” Diana cooed in playful distress, holding her breasts up to make an obvious lie of her fear. “Please, Peter, don’t come all over me!”

Peter laughed jubilantly in a kind of relief as he spurted, his hot cum drenching Diana’s offered breasts. On the next ejaculation, he came even harder, his spunk flying into Diana’s face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, moaning with enjoyed shame as she was marked by him.

The boiling cum streamed down her perfect body and covered her face. He came into her ebony hair until it was nearly plastered to her head. The more of his white semen glowed on her tanned body, the more Peter liked it. He racked her flesh with his seed, coming onto her bare belly, then her breasts, and again across her face. Diana let out an outright orgasmic moan, feeling the steaming cum shooting into her open mouth. As the taste hit her senses, Zatanna buried the dildo in her again. She came, howling, her own juices flying from her slit, adding to the abuse Peter’s poor bed was taking.

Diana only took a moment to savor her orgasm, as well as being covered in Peter’s seed. She’d been satisfied, but with that came the knowledge that she could be satisfied again. She paused to give Zatanna a quick kiss, sharing the cum that the magician had helped her elicit from Peter, then she shoved Zee back to the foot of the bed and gave Peter a push that sent him sprawling onto his back, his skull nearly striking the headboard of the bed.

Diana crawled forward, over his body, wearing his cum like warpaint on her majestically bare body. “You’ve painted the outside of the house—now finish the job. Paint the inside. Paint my walls.”

“How much more do you think I have?” Peter groaned, but with a playful grin, sure he was up for the challenge despite his self-effacing tone.

“For me? Pints. Gallons and gallons.”

Peter’s cock was still warm from Diana’s mouth when it entered her cunt, the Amazon straddling him, swallowing his erection up to the hilt. It didn’t matter that Zatanna had just made her come; she wanted Peter to get her off too. The orgasms men gave her were so different from those women did—she loved them both, was best satisfied when she had both.

Watching, Zatanna cooed to see Peter’s manhood sink into Diana, remembering both how it had felt inside her and the strain she herself had gone through, trying to please that tight cunt. With a normal guy, she’d worry about his safety after such a screw, but Peter had to be some kind of metahuman with the way he kept them both satisfied. Maybe he was a supervillain, considering how wickedly he fucked. Zee didn’t care. As long as he made Diana happy—and Zatanna as well, of course—she’d let him steal Fort Knox.