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Donna Troy finds her secluded spot is not quite empty...
Donna Troy wandered alone through the foliage of Themyscira, traversing to one of her favourite spots on the island. An isolated and serene plunge pool, beneath a waterfall with pritine waters and a perfect view of the sunset. The Justice League were visting, a relaxing even in the pool was perfect after a hard day of training.
She stepped into the opening, first seeing a curiously stack of folded clothes. Or rather a costume. Batman's costume. She looked up, there, sumberged to the thighs in the clear water, was Batman.
And he was nude.
Donna's eyes instinctively raked over him. She always had a crush on him. More for the tall, dark and mysterious thing he had going on. But here he was, naked and entirely human, and she'd never been more attracted to him. His broad shoulders were relaxed, the muscles of his back rippled. The water on his flesh relected the warm light, his abs were defined, etched to perfection. Then there was his cock, soft yet still as impressive as the rest of him. Donna swallowed hard, finding her gaze lingering on him, or rather it.
She cleared her throat, making sure the sound carried over the splashing of falling water, enough to catch his attention without rudely startling him. He looked her way, seeing her stand at the edge of the pool still clad in armor.
"Donna," he said softly, not worrying about covering himself. "I wasn't expecting company."
"Neither was I, I've been coming here alone for years. It's the best place to watvh the sunset," she replied, stepping closer. "I guess my hidden gem wasn't going to stay hidden forever. Mind if I join."
"Please," he smirked handsomely.
Donna sauntered towards the pool with the confidence only an Amazon possessed. As she neared the water, she began to strip. Bruce watched keenly as her armor fell away. Her silver shoulder pads snd gauntlets fell to the grass. She pulled off her top, revealing her full, rounded breasts, topped with beautiful nipples. She shimmied her pants over her flared hips, her thighs were strong, her ass was carved by the gods, plump and heart-shaped. Between her legs was a bush, neat and natural, typical of all Amazon's. She was stunning. There was no denial from Bruce. She joined him in the water, sinking in to the mystically warm water.
"You're beautiful," he admitted as she swam closed the distance.
"Flatterer," she teased, "Diana told me the Playboy thing was an act."
"It is. But I am an honest man." He smirked, his gaze devouring her, watching her curves move sensually as she waded through the water, past him to the edge. She turned, taking a seat by the pools edge.
"And you're certainly... impressive." Her gaze briefly dropped to his cock, which swayed dangerously close to the water's surface as he moved closer to her.
For a moment he said nothing, his mind clearly warring with itself. But Donna could see his eyes clearly, his arousal, raw and untamed. He sat down beside her. She reached out, brushing her hand along his arm, deliberately lightly.
"Donna," he warned with absolutely no menace in his tone.
"Hmm?" She hummed, confident in her movements as her hand sunk beneath the water, along his thigh. "Lets not fight it, Bruce. Let's just enjoy our night."
~~~
The Parker's think they have Avenger's Tower to themselves...
Peter and Kate were sure they had Avenger's Tower to themselves, so they had spent the entire day fucking wherever they could. Wherever they wanted.
Starting with morning sex in their quarters, they had later moved to the kitchen for some breakfast. Breakfast had ended with sex on the breakfast bar. After fucking on the training mats, the communal showers had been their next stop. Then it was the terrace, then the pool, the labs, then every couch in the lounge. Lastly, they ended up in the meeting room.
"Give it to me, Peter. Cum all over me!" Kate begged whorishly, her sweaty body laying across the glass conference table, her head hanging off the edge, presenting itself for her husband to cum over. Peter stroked himself feverishly, aiming it at her. "Do it. Cum on my face!"
With a roar, Peter came. Seed blasted from his cock, splattering across her face, thick strands plastered her face. Peter breathed heavily as he unleashed and emptied himself. Kate kissed the tip of his cock, locking his tip clean.
Peter took a heavy seat on one of the meeting chairs, Kate laid still, basking in both her afterglow and the mask of cum she now wore. But the post-coital calmness was interupted bybthe hissing of the doors.
Peter and Kate's eyes widened, unable to cover up in time before Clint Barton got a good look at them. Sweaty, disheveled, covered in cum. They we're definitelythe culprits of all the mess he had to walk past.
"You know, I've never been more thankful for my bad hearing."
~~~
Maria Hill walks in on Nick Fury and Black Widow...
The rhythmic slapping of flesh echoed through Nick Fury's office, Natasha Romanoff was sprawled out over Fury's polished desk, her toned and shapely body glistened with sweat. Her arms trembled as she grasped the edges of the desk, her head hung low, red hair falling messily and sticking to her skin. A barraged of whimpers and moans escaped her lips, mingled with the wet squelch of the coupling.
Behind her, Nick Fury stood, his large frame towering over hers, his dark costume lay discarded on the office chair behind him. He exuded raw strength, and he focused all of his power into his thrusts. His cock, a gigantic and unyielding pillar of flesh, buried itself inside her with each thrust, stretching her deep in a way that made her toes curl and nails scratch the wood.
"Fuck, Fury~" Natasha moaned, her voice hoarse. She shifted her hips to take him deeper. "Did you- fuck~ did you lock the- hnngh~ door?"
He growled in response, his thrusts never faltering, his hands sinking into her hips, pulling her back to meet his thrusts. Truthfully, he couldn't remember. It was hard to think about the logistics of it all, especially when Natasha entered his office with a mouthwatering amount of cleavage on display.
"Don't worry about-" his words were interupted by the clicking of a door handle, the door crept open.
Natasha's heart leapt into her throat, tossing her head up in shock towards the open door, just as Maria Hill enetered the room. Hill's expression went from one of shock to curiosity swiftly.
"Well," Maria said, her tone flat. "Looks like I've come at an inappropriate time."
~~~
Hal Jordan enters the locker room just at the right time...
Hal Jordan returned to the locker rooms on the Watchtower. It wasn't often he got a hard workout in, and he had built up quite the sweat and he desperately needed a shower. But when he entered the changing rooms, he saw her.
Alone in the locker room, Starfire was lounged out on one of the benches, her voluptuous body bared. Her skin glistened with a sheen like his, her hair cascaded over her messily like a waterfall of fire. She wasn't hiding herself. In fact, she seemed utterly unbothered by the fact she was naked in the middle of a shared space. Her hands moved over her own body, one hand caressing the glorious orb of a breast, the other was between her splayed thighs, with two fingers plunging inside herself.
The Green Lantern froze, unable to turn his gaze away as Starfire writhed on the bench, her fingers swirling inside her. Kori moaned, her lips stretching into a knowing grin. She tilted her head ever so slightly, meeting his gaze with her beautiful green eyes.
"Starfire... I, Uh... I didn't mean to intrude... sorry, I'll just..." Hal swallowed hard, his mouth drying rapidly.
"Oh, no. Do not leave, you are here now." Kori said, her voice dripping with amusement. "And I would very much appreciate your assistance."
Hal's feet didn't move, as if he had stepped in a pile of glue as his brain struggled to process her words. "My... assistance?"
Starfire nodded, her smile widening. "Yes. I an quite close to achieving fulfilment, but I require a bit more... stimulation. A nice hard dick would be appreciated."
Hal tossed his head, checking all directions before stepping deeper into the room. "Well, it's always nice to help a friend in need."
~~~
Karen Starr's friends steal her boytoy...
Karen Starr blinked awake, soft rays of sunlight filtering through her bedroom window. Her body felt heavy, relaxed in the way that only comes after a night of intense pleasure. She stretched her body languidly, her massive breasts slipping free from the covers. Her skin still tingled from Blue Beetle's touch.
But he wasn't besides her now, the other side of the bed was empty. A faint sound caught her attention, the running of water from the bathroom down the hall. She pushed herself up, the sheets falling off her, exposing her full naked glory to the morning air. Her curves and muscles on full display, glowing ethereally in the suns light.
Her bare feet padded down the hall as she made her way to the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, steam escaping in tendrils. She could hear him now, curiously groaning a deep and sultry sound. With a raised eyebrow, Karen peered inside.
Her eyes widened at the sight before her. Jaime stood in the center of her spacious shower. In front of him, kneeling was Karen's best-friend, Omen and her protégés, Atlee. Their heads moved in sync, their mouths working the impressive heft of Jaime's cock.
"Oh," Karen whispered, but the words seemed to echo, drawing the attention of the trio.
"Morning, Karen." Jaime replied, a develish grin across his face as he looked her way. "So, I've met your friends."
"I see that," Omen and Atlee looked her way, their expressions a mixture of surprise and amusement. "I didn't realise this was a group activity."
"Perhaps it could be," Jaime smiled, "Get in here. They could use some backup."
~~~
The Trinity go on a morning hike, leavibg their significant others behind...
The morning in paradise had started innocently enough. Lois had awoken alone in the massive bed she was sharing with Clark. The beachside villa that Bruce was so kindly paying for was quiet, save for the lapping of waves just outside and the chirping of birds. She stretched lazily, deciding to head down for breakfast. Clark had mentioned he, Bruce, and Diana would go on a morning hike, leaving just the trinity of significant others—her, Selina, and Steve—behind to relax.
Lois had expected to find Selina or Steve downstairs, perhaps having a coffee, lounging by the pool or chatting about the rest of the vacation. What she hadn't expected, nor possibly could have, was the scrne unfolding as she walked into the lounge.
Steve was lounging on a sofa, his broad chest rising and falling slowly as he leaned back, completely in the buff. His body was impressive, chiselled and honed from years of military service, but it was his cock that drew her attention—no, commandeered it. Jutting proudly from between his legs, it was monstrous. Thick, towering, veined. He was larger than anything Lois had seen before, bigger than Clark or any boyfriend she had before. Selina was knelt between his parted legs, her hand barely able to wrap around his girth, her fingers flexed as she stroked him slowly.
"Well, looked who finally decided to wake up." Selina seductively purred, continuing to stroke the massive cock with deliberate motions, as if daring Lois to intervene.
Lois blinked, shaking her head as if to clear it. "Selina! Steve! What... what the hell are you two doing!" Lois felt her cheeks heat up as she took in the sight, her gaze entanced by the sheer size of Steve's cock, which throbbed at Selina's strokes. "Selina." Lois barked again, "This is... I mean... thats..."
"Enormous? Gigantic? The biggest cock you've ever seen?" Selina provided amusedly. "Diana's got good taste." Her head tipped forward, taking the tip of Steve's cock into her mouth. Steve moaned as Selina swirled her tongue around his crown, her hand stroking him faster than before. Lois noticed her moves were sure and practiced.
"Come on, Lois. Relax, we're on vacation." Steve groaned suavely, looking over at Lois as he ran a hand through Selina's hair. "Selina could do with some help."
Selina pulled off his cock with a wet pop, playfully slapping his thigh. "I do not." Selina giggled, "I would appreciate some, though. Its been a while since I've had a cock this big." Lois opened her mouth to butt in, but Selina with a sly, wicked smile, cut her off. "Are you just going to stand there and gawk, or are you going to join in?"
Lois' mind raced, her thoughts tumbling over one another. She wasn't a prude, she knew what she wanted. But this... his cock, it was something else. Still, there was something undeniably magnetic about it. Steve's confident smirk, Selina's sultry stare, the twitching of such a large cock in Catwoman's hand.
"Okay," Lois said suddenly, surprising herself. "Scoot over."
Selina's eyes sparkled with triumph, shuffling on her knees to offer space for Lois. "That's the spirit."