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Michelle holds Liz in her arms, caressing her back as the elevator tremble, hearing her decathlon-mates and professor panicking. She doesn’t even know what’s was happening. One moment, they were lounging around the elevator, the guard from the monument dolling on about its history (excluding about its builders and funds), and Flash being obnoxious with feverish excitement of throw Petra off the team. Michelle doesn’t even wish to be here but Liz, giving her an adorable pouting, her bottom lips quivering beggarly, asking her to come with her. And as her girlfriend, she reluctantly agrees, with the promising of kisses and snuggle when returning back to their hotel room. And now, with the elevator quaking and its steels moaning, she realizes they won’t likely return, or reaching home for that matter.
“Look at the ceiling!” Flash yells frighteningly.
“We’re all going die here” and “We’re freaking screw!” were echoed by her decathlon-mates, which only elicited frighten whimpers from Liz. Michelle glares at them, pressing Liz’s head firmly against her chest, caressed her in comfort as the elevator trembles beneath their feet.
“I know that was scary,” the guard consoled them, using a voice as if they were preschool children, “Our safety system are working.” The elevator groans beneath their feet. “We’re very safe in here.” Another tremble begs to differ.
Professor Harrington gives the guard a boost, opening the shaft ceiling door, which allows Michelle seeing through the hole, indicating how close they’re towards the top. The guard climbs atop of the shaft and indicated them to start evacuating. Betty, Liz’s friend who managed gain permission from Professor Harington coming along, went first. Ned assisted her, using his large frame as supports as she took the guard hand. Michelle could hear her muttered a ‘thank you’ to Ned.
One by one, each of her teammates went out the shaft’s hole, Ned and Harrington assisting them, helping them climb through the hole and reaching haven atop of the monument. The only remaining were Ned, Harrington, Flash who’s cowardly pushing atop Ned and Harington aggressively, taking the trophy (what is he doing!) with him, and Liz and herself. Michelle was indicated Liz to move, tugging her so she could reach sanctuary. But Liz was petrified, quivering in her arms, and refusing to budge.
“C-c’mon, Liz,” Michelle consoled her softy, her voices quiver as the elevator trembling more aggressive previous before, “We need to move.”
But Liz refuse to move her stance, holding firmly as the shaft groans and the eliciting another whimpers from her. Michelle caressed her, threading her hand through her hair, and murmured consoling nonsense. A yell from Flash inquired her and hears what nauseous he’s blabbering now.
“Ta-take my trophy!” He yells, thrusting his hand up for the staff to reach, rocking and moaning the shaft beneath him, putting all their lives in danger for a cheap trophy, and indicated Michelle a viscerally fury of his selfishness.
“Are you fucking serious, Flash!?” Michelle shouted ferociously, “Forget the damn trophy! We’re going die because of yo-”
And the cable snap.
The shaft plunges, eliciting scream from all occupying victims: Liz screaming into her chest as Michelle let out an uncharacteristic high-pitch sound as the shaft trembling downwards. Soon, the shaft halted violently, Michelle almost tremble down with Liz, only the grasping of an assisted rail allows her steady herself so not to fall over. A muffled ‘I did it!’ was hears atop, a reminiscent voice that probed her with familiarity, only interrupted by the shaft plunging again. She holds Liz firmly as the shaft freefall and violently halting again, with a new figure wearing a red-blue spandex joins them. And the shaft, again, plunge downward to meet their death.
The new figure was quick, reaching their arm outwards, a white thread came out of their wrist, pulling the person upward and sticking their foot against the ceiling so not to be pull of the shaft, and soon (and hopefully the last), the shaft halted again. And now, holding steady on the rail and her girlfriend quivering in her arms, does she realized that Spider-Man has save them.
“Hey, uh, how yall doing?” Spider-Man consoled them, a faux, deep voice echoing from their mouth, “Don’t worry, I got yall.” Ned, excitedly, started jumping and jovially howling until scolded by Spider-Man. It only because of Ned’s heroic deeds (even though how minor it was) that she didn’t scold him too.
Spider-Man started, painstakingly, ascending atop of the monument: they gripped strongly as they climbed upwards with their silk? Rope? She doesn’t even know, and frankly, doesn’t care now. She just wants to reach the top, held her girlfriend back at the hotel, and cuddle the day away. They reached the top, two guards pull open the door, and indicated them to get out. Ned and Harrington get out first, and Michelle tried to follow too, but Liz was firmly stance, quivering in her arms as she tried make her follow.
“C’mon Liz”, Michelle cooed, tugging her as the shaft groans beneath them, “We have to go, baby, we have to g-”
And the shaft plunges again, feeling the floor left her feet as their bodies plummet down too. Liz elicited more scream as Michelle hold her tightly in her grasp until the feeling of a thread hitting her outward arm. They halted again, Liz firmly enwrapped in her arms, seeing Spider-Man saving them again.
“You okay, you okay, you oka-” Their gestured was interrupted. Whatever supporting them snapped, and now, finally, they’re plunging towards their death. She could feel the wind wafting against their body, Liz screams she grasped her. Is this how they going die? Plummeting towards the base, a monument of a slaveowner? There is so many things she wanted do with Liz, so many they’re going miss. She wants to take Liz to the National Museum of African American in DC, snorkeling in the noncolonized islands of Andaman archipelago, and even taking her a clichéd vacation to Paris. And now, they’re going die. Regrets flashing in her eyes as the air wafted them. And her biggest regret: her feelings for Petra. Petra, a crush that developed and nurtured since they were in high school, her feelings that relish in her, unknown by Petra. And when she told Liz, her amazing girlfriend, this, and wondering of her response. She wasn’t repugnant, she too likes Petra romantically, conjuring from her adorable and clumsy ways, her kitsch of liking My Hero Academia! and her kindness. They agreed, of asking Petra, of asking her she could-
A firm grasp enwrapped their body, holding them tightly as the person, Spider-Man, reach out their arms and thwip a thread of their silk(?). Their descended halted, slowing them as Spider-Man swing their bodies toward the monument structure beam. They landed on it, Michelle feeling the firm clench of Spider-Man arms and Liz quivering body.
“You safe, you safe. Oh god, you safe,” Spider-Man said shakenly as they clenched in their arms, a familiar voiced she hears before. And realization took hold of her.
“Petra?”
Spider-Man stiffen, and Liz’s whimpers shorten as they both finally realized who underneath the mask. Michelle lifted one of her hands (the other still holding Liz) to lift the mask. Spider-Man (Petra) halted her process, but Michelle mumbles a plead, and allow her to process. She lifted the edge of the mask, unwrapped it, and seeing the face of Petra Parker.
Her face, dotted with freckles and sweats, her mouth quivering as her brown eyes shook. Michelle always has a feeling, a hench, that Petra was Spider-Man (sixty-percent certain), but realizing that Petra was in the mask, saving them from certain death. She caressed her cheeks, mind still processing.
“Yo-You Spider-Man?” Liz feebly asks, her voices shaken.
Petra gives a shaky nod, her eyes still widen as she pulls down her mask, concealing her face again. A thud of footsteps was heard, echoing from the monument interior. The mask eyes widen, realizing she likely she has to escape, for what she doesn’t know.
“P-Please don’t tell anyone” She pleaded.
Michelle shakes her head. “We won’t but,” she firmly said this time, “We’re going talk with you. About this.”
Petra nodded, and soon drop down, followed by a little drone (is that a spider?) trailing behind her.
Michelle and Liz look to each other, thoughts speeding thoroughly with the knowledge of whom behind the mask, and the fact she saved their lives. Michelle held Liz in her grasp, caressing her back as they wait for the people help them out. But the epitomes of their crushes still linger, swaying as their adrenaline wears off.
“What do you think?” Michelle ponders to Liz.
“What do I think? That the woman we like, and bailed our championship happens to be Spider-Man, saving our life,” Liz confessed, her voices returning, “I always worry that something was happening to her, with her uncle death being the essence of her atrophied, but being Spider-Man? I don’t know.”
“Do you still like her?”
“Like her? I think I fallen more in love with her.”
Michelle nodded, accepting the answer as she too, fallen more in love with Petra. “After we came back home, we talk to Petra, first thing first.”
Liz nodded, agreeing along with her. “Okay, but what are we going say?”
“I tell you back at the hotel room, I want to ask you something.”
“Ask me?”
Michelle hums. “At the hotel room, I don’t know how to explicitly ask Petra to join our coupling, however I think of an idea, even though how misogynic it is.”
Liz’s eyes widen by her implication. “But will it be alright?”
Michelle nodded. “I think so.”
Michelle’s contemplative regarding as the monument’s guards help them from the beam, wondering what the future holds now with Petra and her identity of being Spider-man (Spider-Woman now?), wondering if they could ever be intimate or even accepted by her. And hoping that she will say yes.
An irritating voice interrupted her thought, a voice that remains her to punch later. “Are you really friends with Petra Parker?”
Michelle breath in as she prepares in front of the door. “Ready, Liz?” Liz gestures a nod, indicating Michelle and knock the door of Petra’s apartment.
It has been two days since the incident and returning from DC; their parent (minus Liz’s dad who was out-of-town that day) holding them tenderly with their near-death experiences. Midtown Academy of Science and Technology welcomes them and proclaiming Spider-Man (Petra) in gratitude of their rescue. They become brief celebrity on campus, much to Michelle’s chagrin and Liz’s amusement. Ned, however, was meet with reverence from campus, posted on twitter telling how he helped his fellow teammates out of the collapsing shaft. Flash tries to defiance him, claiming how he went out first when Spider-Man pull the elevator atop, but Michelle counteracted him, musing how his selfishness with the trophy wasted and accelerated the elevator’s deterioration, and risked their lives. That shut him up.
And apparently, Betty started dating Ned after returning home, stated “He’s selfless and cute”. Liz was happy for her and Michelle didn’t complain about it.
And inexplicably, Ned knows Petra is Spider-Man, he commented before they departure to Petra’s apartment. He accidently discovers a week ago, when Petra changing her costume, not sensing Ned was in her room. And she delegated him with her hero alias, other than she doesn’t truly has a choice, Ned, other then blabbering of her powers and being cool, was much deference keeping her identity hidden. Ned, with much confusion from Michelle, wiggle his eyebrows at them, noting how Petra physical appearance will ‘wow’ them. Michelle was going noted his objectification of Petra and checking his misogynous language, but Liz interjected her and thanks him before going to Petra’s place.
And now, here they’re, waiting for someone answer the door, dread filling them about what they’ll talk about: Petra being Spider-Man, risking her life daily (Holy shit! He was in Germany, fighting Captain America!), and their invitation of her joining their relationship. Michelle feels Liz enlacing her hands with hers, elicited her with comforts as the front door open.
“Hey girls!” May Parker, Petra’s aunt, answer the door. “Its good you two were safe, after the incident and all.”
“Hello Mrs. Parker,” they both greeted.
“I glad you come.” May indicated them inside and fellow her, her trails likely leading to Petra’s bedroom. “Petra has been brooding since coming back, you know, like that character Jon from that series Game of Chair or something.”
“She has?” Liz concerned her thoughts, Michelle tried muffle her laugh at May unintended jabbed.
“Yeah, I think with her ditching the championship, she feels guilty of it and been hiding in her room ever since.” She leads them in front of Petra’s room. “I’m leaving for a few hours or so, I leave you girls to it.” She left them loitering around the front, hearing her shutting the door, and indicating them the plan they were seeking with Petra. Liz knocks the door. “Petra? Can we come inside?” A muffled ‘yes’ was heard and they both open and step inside.
They could see Petra’s double-bunk bed against the wall near the window (why does she has one?), posters of vulgar anime and associated Avengers (is she one now?), and her desk against the door side. And Petra, being melancholy, sitting on her lower bed, her head down with a moue expression. “Hey guys,” her voices croak out.
They idly around under the door frame, waiting for Petra indicate them in; she patted her bed mattress, and they walk over it and sit down. Silence fills the room, all three nervously shuffle around the bed, waiting for any of them breaking it. Michelle was the first, naturally.
“Soo…” Michelle drawled on, “You’re Spider-Man.”
She nodded.
Liz asks next. “But why Spider-Man? You not, you know…”
Petra looks up. “I went to a underground, uh, fighting ring, like those UFC matches, but illegal. I didn’t want the owner to know I was a girl, and, you know, a teenage, so I wear a ski-mask and tell them my name was spider. However, they give me the nickname ‘Spider-Man’, and I didn’t bother correcting them.”
“Huh,” Michelle pondered for a while, “I kinda know you were Spider-Man already.”
Both Petra and Liz give her baffling looks. “Hey! Other than the facts you kept ditching decathlon practices, classes and dropping out marching band in high school, no one has a late-puberty that give them an asgardistic body!”
This was true; before her manifested body changes in sophomore year, she was an adorable 5’2 teen, with a mousy face, dotted with brown freckles and a chin-length chestnut that curls unruly. Now, she grown almost a foot taller, her upper body become slender with robust frames, like those Olympic athletics that runs track. The circumference of her hips become slender and give her a much androgynous appearance, especially her face. It was more handsome, dashing with a narrower face frame, and having slim lips. Her chestnut hair, slightly longer, pulling into a short ponytail. It didn’t do anything for her chest but fuck it did do wonders for her ass, taking concealing glances when changing clothes in P.E.
“So,” Michelle ponders her thoughts, “How did you became Spider-Man. You know, the power and what not.” Liz shared her inquired too.
“Well,” Petra elicited, her husky voices tingles both Michelle and Liz from hearing it, “I got it-you know when we went to OsCorps tower? In sophomore year?” Michelle nodded, Liz, being older than them, remains ignorant. “Well, that spider-you know the spider that scientist couldn’t found? Well, it founds me, and, well, bite me.” She shows her the hand that was bitten, a fading dash of two lines. Michelle eyes widen as the incident indicated a reminiscent that stirs her mind.
“I remember!” Michelle exclaimed, “You were feeling shitty, and you kept bashing it off, saying it was your period, even when it was two weeks ago.”
Both Liz and Petra give her perturbing looks. “How did you know that MJ?” Liz question.
Michelle shrugged. “I’m just very observant.” She turns to Petra. “Why didn’t you see a doctor?”
“Healthcare.”
“Ah, America’s greatest joke,” Michelle sardonically jeered. Petra and Liz nodded in agreement.
“Well,” Petra continues, “The spider bitten me and few days later, well, I become the new me.”
Michelle and Liz mused, conjuring the information of what Petra has just given them. “What can you do, with your power now?” Liz inquired.
“Well, I’m very strong, like, stronger than Captain America, I think. Like he drops a jet-bridge on me in Germa-”
“He drops a what!?” Both exclaimed with a shirling pitch.
“I mean?!” Petra panicked, holding up her hands in defense, “Like I wasn’t hurt or anything! He just hits the pillars that supports the bridge and it collapsed on me. But!” She’s trying consoled them, “I was fine. I mean, the accommodation from the spider was regeneration. So, if I was given like minor bruises, broken bones or,” and she said this part quietly, quickly, “shot or lost a limbs, I’ll be alright.”
“And that’s it?” Liz pressed on.
“Uhh, no, I very sticky, like I have these filament-like fibers that grows from my body and could cling onto vertical surface like bricks and concrete, glasses are a bit difficult though. I have a six-sense that alerted me of danger, high endurance and stamina, and… Oh! I’m more flexible now.”
Liz and Michelle nodded, contemplating, and soaking in Petra rumble of her power.
“But wait,” Liz interjected, “Those white threads you used, are they part of your power?”
“Uh, no,” Petra answered, “I made them, its legit spider-silk threads, using organic chemicals like toluene, salicylic acid, and a counteracted acid so it could dissolved after an hour or so.”
“Really?” Both Michelle and Liz were impressed, the ability to fabricated spider-silk is still beyond any advanced biotechnology, likely even Stark couldn’t replicate it. Wakanda is likely a different matter through.
“Yeah, well, it needs my blood, a form of ammino-acid and protein as the final structure.”
“Ew” and “How did you draw the blood?” were elicited from her exposed.
“You know, that needle doctor used with drawling bloods.” Both Liz and Michelle nodded their heads, soaking with the information they just received.
There was a pregnant silence again, Petra shuffling around on her sit, and Michelle and Liz awkwardly figuring out how bring up their proposition. Michelle, usually the braver one of speaking their mind, spoke up. “You know, there’s another reason why we came today.”
Petra gives her a puzzlement expression. “Really?”
“Yes, Petra,” Liz speaks next, “There something we want to say, whether we want to give.”
Petra still given them a confound face, so Michelle interjected. “She meant, our bodies, as a reward.”
The transformation of Petra’s face from puzzlement to a vulgar perplexed is quite adorable, Michelle thought. “What?! No, no, no,” Petra emitted, standing up quickly, “Why-what, no! I can’t, I can’t accept this.”
That…wasn’t what they have expected: the idea that Petra turning them down didn’t even register in their plan. They know Petra is a lesbian, being out-and-proud since freshman year in high school.
“Petra, it’s all right,” Liz comforted, “We don’t mind, Michelle and I agreed with this arrangement.”
“N-No, is not that,” Petra shuttered, “It-It’s that, well, I didn’t wear this suit, or like, use my power for frames, or like, rewards and stuff. I dawn this suit, knowing that I could prevented bad things to happen, because of my power, my responsibility that was thrusted to me. And I don’t mind of little rewards like that churros an old lady gives me last week. But if I start accepting larger gift, like this, well, it diminishes of why I’m doing this.”
“And what’s that?” Michelle asks.
“Because I just your friendly neighborhood hero.”
Michelle and Liz look each other, a thousand emotion and thoughts speeding through their minds.
“Well, this is awkward,” Michelle commented, cringing on her seat.
“It kinda ruins our plan,” Liz said, tinkering her thumbs, “since it was concealing our aspiration that we like you.”
“Sorry, I just can’t accept th-wait, what?”
“We like you, dork,” Michelle was the one to confess.
Petra has a bewilderment look. “What!? Seriously?!”
Liz nodded; a shy smile blossoms her face. “Yeah, MJ and I confessed a while ago, near our nine months of dating.”
“Wait, you guys are dating?!”
“Yeah, dork, we kept it under-wrapped, we like less drama and all.” Michelle gives her sly smile. Petra remembers pensively when Michelle commented Ned and her grazing Liz’s skirt (and her behind). Oh god, she didn’t realize she was gawking at Michelle’s girlfriend!
“Anyways, MJ mused it a while ago, she likes you in high school, and well, I liked you too before I graduated. And, of course, I confessed with MJ, and she agrees too,” Liz jovial noted.
“And now, we asking you join us, make it three until of two.”
An intricate thought runs through Petra head, fills with lavishing emotion of discovering that Liz, a major crush she has for the pass two years, and Michelle, a somewhat friend with maybe slightly crush too. The idea that they’re inventing her to join their coupling indulgence her of finally being ask, finally that she could go out with them. Dating! As girlfriends. Okay, maybe the polyamorous of their newfound relationship take a while to adjust, but she Spider-Man! If anything, she could through with this challenges.
So, Petra smiled, her face full of vigorous delight. “Yeah, I mean, yes! I like both of you so much.” Both Michelle and Liz smiled from her answer, delighted of her accepting their feeling. But silence soon drawn in again, Liz clutching her skirt and Michelle let out a cough as their previous question return.
“So, do you still want to-uh…” Liz gestured, her fingers twirling around.
“Fuck,” Michelle bluntly said.
“Yeah, that.”
That word caused Petra faces to grimaced, the realization of both not knowing her condition, after the bite, that is.
“Yeah, I mean, yes! Is just that,” Petra twiddling her thumbs, grimacing as Liz and Michelle give her questioning looks. “Well, here the things; when the spider bite, is did some funky things, well, other the fact I was given powers. How do I say this; you know hentai?”
“More or less,” Michelle answered, giving her a perplexed look of where this is headed.
“Well, you know the part when a lady, you know, the main character? It when she was, like, given something like a pill by a sketchy guy so she could better? And then, after a while, she gotten sick, she sleeps it off, and then, she woken up with something and she looks down and said, ‘oh my god!? Why I have one!’. Well, I’m like that.”
“Like what?” Liz asks.
“I…have a…penis.”
“A…penis?” Both Michelle and Liz repeated her words, their voices flat as they process the meaning.
“Yeah, the spider, for some reason other than given me powers, also causes some genetic modification that altered my chromosome with either Y genes or variant a spider has. I just,” Petra looks down, her face full of sorrow, “I don’t want you be disappointed in me.”
“Well, I don’t care if you have one,” Michelle interjected, resting a comforting hand on her thigh, “quite cissexist to value if someone have the correct genitals at birth.”
“Petra, we don’t care, we like who you are, not what you have.” Liz coos, her hands too, caressed her thighs and giving her a reassuring smile.
Petra bitten her lips, figuring out how started of this indulgence they about to have- Holy Shit! We’re about to have sex!-. So, in a very Petray way, stated “So, how you want start this? You go or I go firs-”
Michelle lunged forward, brought her lips against Petra’s own, feeling her rheumy wet lips smearing and licking around hers. Both Michelle and Petra moans, reveling the passionate feverish as they kiss, feeling Michelle tugged lightly of her slim, bottom lips. As they indulged their fervent kissed, Liz was already discarding her cloths: pulling over her shirt and exposing her bra, tugging down her skirt and showing a cute panties with baby-blue color and a ribbon on the band, and showing her voluptuous aeneous body that gleams from the sunlight.
As Michelle and Petra continue their kiss; Petra’s parted lips allowing Michelle’s tongue brushed and intertwined with one another, reveling as their tongue driven by lust, and enjoying the lustrous symphony, Liz started assisting with Michelle clothes. Their lips parted as Liz pull Michelle’s shirt up, exposing her own bra, and pulling down her jeans. They started descending on Petra, helping her discarding her own cloth until she too only wearing a bra and…a boxer brief, a white one with boxer brief with heart-shapes pattern around it. Petra simply shrugged her shoulders. “It gets a bit tight around the ol’ web-shooter.”
They continue their indulgence, Liz’s crushing her lips with Petra now, more roughly and aggressively. Liz firmly seated Petra down as she continues their kiss. She moans into the kiss, reveling the feel of Petra tugging her plumps lips as her hands wonders around her body, one threading through her atrous, silken hair, and the other heading near her ample mounds; she moans when Petra found it. Michelle was peppered Liz with butterfly kisses, her lips trailing down her back as her hands unhook her bra, letting her breast be free.
Michelle was glad she wasn’t endorsed with having an ample breast like Liz; however, she revels groping them in her hands. She glad having a slight rounded one, one that required B-cups bras when shopping. She doesn’t believe the value that European’s patriarchal society that needed have large, full breast to be view as beautiful. Western heavily focus on breast is inane as it means propose is feeding infants, and the ironic didn’t drawn on her, seeing how society, especially men, how quite petulant people. She is glad, however, having a nice, sinuous ass; being a woman of culture and a bisexual, she appreciated them seeing every person have an ass. Expert those who lower waist cutoff, she feels bad for them.
She pulls down Liz’s panties, seeing it damps with her rheumy nectar, clinging it as she pulls it off. She smirks, sniffing the panties, reveling the alluring scent fills her with euphoric surge, and lifted it near Petra. “Look what you did Petra,” she emitted, enjoying how Petra moans in Liz’s mouth, indulging her more. “You gotten make sure you finish the job.” She finally discarded her own bra and panties, and kneed near Petra, aligning herself near her pelvis.
As Liz continue kissing Petra, licking around Petra quivering lips. Michelle, kneeling, sees the bulging shaft protruding against her brief. Michelle raises her eyebrow, realizing it must larger than she anticipated, reach her hand between the brief hole and fished out Petra’s shaft.
“That’s…quite big.”
Liz parted her lips from Petra own ones, her right-hand still rested on Petra’s shoulder, and drawn her eyes to see, her curiosity overwhelms her. The itinerary of her curiosity comically widens her eyes in surprise, and if Michelle warm hand wasn’t wrapped around her cock, Petra would have laughed.
The bronze hand of Michelle cradles her shaft, which was a remarkable achievement of itself based of how she couldn’t fully grasp it. Her cock was much darker than the rest of her pale skin; it was throbbing in Michelle hand, the nearly crescent shape achingly wanted to feel closure, perhaps feeling her mouth on it, and leaking her salinity fluid from it small slit on its crown.
Michelle narrows her eyes, not truly gasping it true length, and decided to check. She ungrasps the shaft, eliciting a moan from Petra lips, wished of feeling her warm hand. However, she wasn’t truly disappointed, seeing the umber orbs of Michelle’s behind jingles with every step she took reaching for her purse. Liz descent herself to align with her cock, eyeing it as her cock throbs and sways, especially as her breath wafted against it. Michelle returns of what she wanted: a ruler.
“It’s around… 17 centimeters”, she reclaims, nodding and approving with its size.
“Why do you carry a ruler in your purse”, Liz questions, Petra couldn’t help but silently question it too.
Michelle only shrugged. “I’m an inquiry person,” she argued back, her voices always in that deadpanned that Petra secretly love. Michelle returns her hand what it was originally meant be now: around her cock.
Liz soon wrapped one of her hands along with Michelle, the other hold sturdy on Petra thighs for balance and support. They both now caressing the rigid shaft, enjoying the emanating heat from it, the paced that their hands bush against the other, and hearing the jovial sound that Petra making, happy of what they’re doing relish her body. Of course, they’re not planning to stop here or not go beyond this. They both look each other, each imitating with eyebrow cocking and trailing downward, a silent convention happening between them and Petra desperately wished know of what they planning to do. They both nodded, a silent agreement form between them, and they give Petra a sultry look, smirks blossoming on their face, and then, they place both their plump lips on her cock.
Petra throws her head back, a groan of bliss eliciting from her lips. A fervently surge lavish her body, the indulgence from her cock, feeling their lips kissing up-and-down her cock, lavishing it with their lips and licking it like a popsicle. Petra sturdy her breath, years of experience from her adrenaline surging through her body every time she swings through the steel and concrete forest of Manhattan or crooks riddling her with bullets that always missed. Even if her chest heaves with more needy air, she breath through her nose and enjoys this moment.
Michelle and Liz, opposite of each other, kisses the cock, caressing it with their moist lips and the wet, silken feel of their tongue. They each imitate one another occasionally; they will go upwards, smearing the cock between them with their lips, feeling the brush of the other lips and the heat from the head. Their heads bob down, feeling the rigid cock pulsing in their lips, and reaching near the pelvis. And they will go the opposite direction; Michelle will stay near the pelvis, lavishing the base with her lips and tongue, and Liz will sway her tongue to the bulbous crown, tasting the saline that elaborates her tongue with riches. And return their lascivious imitation, their lips reaching back on the base, soon inching nearer along the shaft, and reaching the Petra bulbous crown. Their lips met, kissing the bulb and each other, their lips plucking the other as the bulb bobs from Petra’s throbbing cock. They continue kissing with the bulb between their lips, parted it so their lips could intertwine one another, feeling the other wet, silken tongue bashing the other, and tasting the richness from the leaking slit of Petra’s cock. They kiss, suckles the other lips and licking the around the rims, their hands never left the emanated shaft, stroking it gently. The display of their lascivious kiss, along the caressing of her cock with lips and tongue, sent continuous fervent surge throughout Petra’s body, her mouth eliciting with groans, her chest heaving and her cock throbbing.
“Mmhhh, look Michelle”, Liz murmured in her mouth, their hands still interlocking and stroking the shaft between them. “I see she is enjoying this as we are.” She plucked Michelle lips, enjoying the lips between her own.
“Not surprising”, Michelle hums back, “people with cocks are usually easy to please.”
“People?” Liz rebuked, her voices still low so Petra couldn’t hear them (unknowingly she could with her enhanced hearing), the resonant breathes Petra made, because of them, relish her core, feeling her wetness leaking between her legs.
“Yeah, genitals aren’t binary that cis-people like to think. Men could have vagina and women could have a penis, like Petra here.”
Liz simply hums in agreement, their lips still nuzzles, feeling it tingles with the other lips. Their interlocking hands still caressed the heated shaft in their grasp, both lavish the feeling of its throbs and pulsing needs, and the eliciting moans of Petra is always a plus too. Liz, still whispering so Petra wouldn’t hear, not realizing it was still a fruitless effort, said “Do you want to go first? I don’t mind feeling Petra testis in my mouth first.”
Michelle stooks her head. “Nah, I sure Petra will enjoy it first if it was from your mouth.”
Liz brought her and capped Michelle bronze cheeks. “She likes you too, I sure of it. You just needed be more patients.” Michelle only nodded, not realizing it that Petra was hearing it too. Her eyes widen when she hears that. She likes her? She thought Michelle only agree along with this because of believe she own her a debt of gratitude (even when she argues again, Spider-Man does not accept payment) but the fact she actually like her? Her affection for Liz has always been romantically; swirling her hormones and emotion with passionate fondness and lust. However, it entangles her emotion with Michelle, remembering her crush back when they were in high school, even before the spider bitten her and give her both her power and her intersexuality state.
She always rebuked every taunt and slur throw at her by Flash and his lackeys. And yeah, every sarcasm and snide remarks she utters at her were crude, but it weren’t meant as malpractice but as endearment. Petra realizes that she adored Michelle as she adores Liz. Petra decided, she is going make sure that Miche-no, she is going make sure both Michelle and Liz enjoy this night and fervent them until their legs feel like jelly.
Liz tucks her atrous, stranded hair behind her ears as Michelle descended near the dangling stack beneath Petra’s aching cock. Michelle happily sighs that it wasn’t hellacious large then she anticipated, likely each balls wasn’t larger than her thumb joints. Both Liz and Michelle brought their mouth closer, each breaths wafted Petra genital, indicting a throb from it. As Michelle brought her lips closer, Liz looks up at Petra, their eyes interlocking as she descent her mouth on her rigid cock and engulf it with her wetted, silken mouth. Michelle soon joins with her, envelope her mouth on Petra balls.
Petra groans, feeling the emanating heat and the wetness of both their mouths, feeling them caressed her genital with devotion and gentleness they could muster. She reaches her hands on Liz head, threading her atrous, silky hair in her hand, eliciting a moan from her lips only stimulant her cock, throbbing in Liz’s mouth. Liz mouth was full, the bulbous head engulfing her mouth, enjoying the leakiness from it slits and savoring the taste. She rested her mouth a while, swirling and intertwine her tongue with the bulbs. She descent further, breathing through her nose. She could feel the rigid cock in her mouth pulsing, it ridged veins scraping by her mouth. Her tongue licking and swirling around as she descended, with much difficultly however, being the cock so thick in her mouth. She continues her destination, hoping at least her mouth reach the base, or at least her nose touches the pelvis. The elongate cock with it being so thick makes it nearly impossible to breath, forcing her to bob her head back and inhale needy air. After a few moment, nodding to Petra worry face that she okay, she descended back, filling her mouth again and lavishing it with her mouth.
Michelle has a bit difficult time suckling Petra’s testis, with Liz’s voluptuous bronze body blocking the way (even though she enjoys her smooth skins caressing against her body). Her tongue lavishes the orbs, feeling the swollen balls throbbing in her mouth. She continues, her tongue swaying it between her lips, her hands caressing the other unsuckle ball. She enjoys it, the feeling of the swollen ball throbbing in her mouth, lavishing it with her wetted tongue. Hearing the resonant eliciting moans from Petra’s lips relish her body, feeling it tingles her body, surging towards her core. She so desperately wishes to feel Petra’s cock in her, throbbing and filling her cunt.
She couldn’t wait.
Petra hissed as Liz bobs her head along her aching cock, feeling her silken tongue swirling around her as she managed to reach her base without gagging. She revels as Michelle treasuring her jewels, swaying her tongue along one of her balls as her hand fondling the other one. She moans, she wants this, she always has but she doesn’t want to be the only one pleasure. She gently grasps Liz’s head, slowly pull her mouth away from her cock, indicting a whimper from her lips, and now feeling her wetted cock exposed to the cool air, feeling it wafted against it. She brough her other hand and pills away Michelle from her swollen testis.
“I-”, she grunted, hafting, still feeling the fervently surge through her cock, “I don’t want to be the only one feeling pleasure.”
“Well genius”, Michelle snarked, actually enjoying what she was doing, “how you going pleasure two of us at the same time? I don’t think we’re going straight towards coitus that society considered normative.” Liz nodded in agreement with her.
Petra snorted, considering that she an intersex woman with a cock, she isn’t what conservative considered a normativity in traditional roles. She shook her head. “I was thinking- you know”, she was blabbing, her nervosity echoing along with her mouth and gesture (and both Liz and Michelle agree, it make her look adorable) “that I lay down on the bed- you know- and then you guys can uhh…”, she swayed her hand around, couldn’t format the words in her mouth.
“Suck you like a milkshake?” Michelle remarks.
“Yeah that. I lay down, and you guys climb on me and reared your uhh…”
“Butt?” Liz says it this time.
“Yeah. I mean, it’s going be difficult, but could we try?”
Both Liz and Michelle look to each other, a silent conversation happening between (how do they’ do that? Petra wonders) and both nodded. They both lean near her head, their mouths against her ears.
“Okay Petra”, Michelle whisper.
“We go along with your plan”, Liz finishes the rest, her mouth soon tugs Petra’s earlobe gently until releasing it, eliciting another moan from her lips. They push her back on the bed, both of them giving her sultry looks, longing with needs. Petra adjusted herself on the bed, making sure her head rested on the pillow and her body along the length of the bed (having a bunk bed make quite difficult with her tall body). Liz and Michelle adjusted themselves over her body, Liz on her left and Michelle on her right, swinging their sinuous, bronze orbs over her face, intertwining legs entangle with both trying adjusted their heads align with her cock. Petra could see their wetted thighs, leaking from their netherlips; the irregular petal lips tinges with aeneous bronze, and the rosy, pink of their core gaping with emptiness. Petra licks her arid lips; she wants to taste them and grasp her hands on their sinuous behinds.
Liz and Michelle renew their orally pleasure; their lips imitating along the other as they bob down their heads, lips smearing along the length and brushing the other lips. Liz reaches low while Michelle reaches high; Liz fondles her hands along the sack, kissing near the base and enjoying the warm, swollen sack in her hands, enjoying the feel of its smoothness. Michelle lips engulf the bulb, tasting the leaking saltiness, savoring it as she swirls her tongue around the head. Liz returns back up, her mouth soon meeting with Michelle own. They kissed, their lips plucking and tugging along the other; lips parted so their lips could intertwine along the other, bashing their tongue atop on the turgid bulbs, each tasting the white leaks that they savor so much.
Petra was truly in a divinity state, moaning and sturdy keeping her hips down, so it won’t subconsciously thrust. Her hands were groping both of their full orbs, each swaying their hips as they continue their lavishing pleasure on her cock. Petra sturdy herself; she brought them in this position for a reason and she fully committed of carrying it out. She thought who she should chose until remembering herself promise; Michelle deserves devotion as much as Liz does. She brought her face closer to Michelle bronze orbs, much difficult with them entangle limbs interfering her mission, but that okay, she always like a challenge. Her face is near her goal, feeling the heat emanating from Michelle core, her aeneous bronze nether lips glistering from her nectars. Petra licks her arid lips again and reach out her tongue inwards. For some reason, believing the fault lies with the spider, her tongue grown a bit longer that a natural person should.
Michelle gasp, feeling a foreign phallus entering her, eliciting indulging moans along the cock. Liz sided her eyes to her, cocking her eyebrows in a knowing consent. Michelle wishes to rebuke, however, feeling Petra’s thrusting her tongue more inward only elicited her to moan. Holy shit! Michelle mentally screams, How long is her tongue!?
Petra was thrusting her tongue as far as she could; feeling as the wet walls clenching her tongue, she curls upwards and swirling it around. She tasted the sweet, metallic nectar in her tongue, savoring it as she thrusted her tongue. She could feel Michelle quivering, both of her mouth on her cock and her body trembling with her orally skill. However, feeling guilt letting Liz out, she ceased her caressed-on Liz’s orbs, elicited a querulous moan from her until she brought her hands downwards, the itinerary her hands were searching for, found it, and glide two of her fingers inside her wet, silken walls. Petra elicited another, more higher pitch moans from Liz, drawing a look of smugness from Michelle until another euphoric bliss surged through her.
They continue their lustrous rhythm; enjoying the taste of one another core in their mouth and hands. Petra revels with both Liz and Michelle mouth on her cock, relish when they lick along her length. They both reach her bulbous head again, kissing along it as their tongue intertwine one another, both savoring the leaking fluid from the head slits. The resonant of their mouth, vibrating from her skill mouth and hands only stimulants her near release, and she desperately want to release. Both Liz and Michelle equally enjoy the feel and taste of Petra’s cock in their mouth; its warmth feels nicely as they brought their lips, grazing the ridged veins, it fervently pulsing from their orally pleasure only highlight it. The white fluid brought more lascivious relish, both intertwine their tongues, passing it along each other so they could both savor the taste. The feeling of Petra’s tongue thrusting inward Michelle’s cunt; curling and swirling along only brought nothing but ardent pleasure. And Liz feeling the thrusting of Petra’s slender fingers too brings her near a cascading release. And all three of them are now near their breaking point.
“Shit guys”, Petra hisses out, her face now coated with Michelle’s nectar, “I-I going to cum!”
Michelle, her mouth full of Petra’s bulb, was about pull out until feeling a firm grip on her head, staying her head put. Liz was grinning at her, lips quivers nearing her release. And release she did. She clenches her eyes tightly, mewling as her walls tighten around Petra’s fingers. She gasps out both Michelle’s and Petra’s names. Michelle soon cum, her mouth moaning as her walls tighten, clenching Petra’s tongue as she continues her thrust. Her petal lips cascaded her release, fully coated Petra’s face. And her moaning, vibrating along the head too indicated Petra own release. She managed not to thrust as she releases her climax, her cock throbs and sprouts her seed. Michelle soon feels a warmth fluid filling her as the cock throbs in her mouth. Her tongue was assaulted with luscious fluid, saltiness and bittersweetness only fills her mouth. The cock softens in her mouth, sprouting its last seed as it relaxes. She pulls back her mouth, sitting herself up so the seeds won’t escape, and indulges herself she is savor the taste.
Liz, basking from her climax, saw the leakiness escaping from Michelle corner lips. She set herself up, aligning so her head levels with Michelle own. She caps Michelle cheeks, her eyelids heavy from savoring it, and smash their lips together, eliciting a squeal of surprise from her. Their lips were driven only by lust alone, each oscillating the other lips, Liz tugging Michelle’s bottom, plump lips so she could too taste Petra’s release. Their arms enwrapped around the other, groping and grabbing their breast, ass, whatever in reach. Michelle lips parted and their tongue soon swirling around the other, the semen filling Liz’s mouth. They both moan, the lascivious kiss, and the luscious engulfing their taste only elated their continuous bliss. They both gulp down the last seeds, Liz capping Michelle aeneous cheeks, her mouth licking the escaping seed and continue downward. She gently giver Michelle lovebites, suckle it as she reaches her neck. Michelle hums as Liz reached her breast, her darken, umber nipples erected as Liz brought her lips around it, suckle it gently.
Petra was astounded, seeing them both driven madly by lust, kissing in such lascivious state. She could feel her cock harden as they continue their engulf kissed; Liz suckle one of Michelle’s nubs, her hand messaging the other as Michelle moans, threading her hand through Liz’s atrous, silken hair, pressing more firmly as she basks her past orgasm.
“That’s-wow!” Petra exclaimed, staring politely as they continue their lustful display. Liz uncapped her lips from Michelle erected nub, fully free from Michelle clenching hands. Apparently, based on their lascivious itinerary one another and their eyelids flattening from their climax, they’ve both forgotten Petra until hearing her voice. They both turn towards her and pounced at her, all three landed on the pillows, nuzzling their heads underneath the crooks of Petra’s chin. Liz was giggling uncontrollably while Michelle only gives dried chuckles, both dispersing their lustful high.
“I gotta said Petra, you got some mad game”, Michelle praise her, giving her a peck on her cheek. “For someone who thought Faberry was a great ship, you certainly know how work that tongue of yours.”
“Nice cock, nice hands, and nice tongue? You’re truly the full package.” Liz nuzzled her head closer, both her and Michelle staring at Petra’s brown eyes. Petra blushed from their praises; her cheeks nearly as red as the hue of her suit. This only elicited more giggles from Liz and dried chuckles of Michelle.
“Uh…Tha-thanks -uh- ladies”, Petra sheepishly said, her smile timidly wavy as they both press more firmly, feeling their perky nipple and large mounds against her side. She could feel their hands stroking and trailing along her body. A hand of one of them capped her slender, petite breast, caressing lightly while she feels a slender finger edging nearer towards the ol’ web-shooters. Oh god! “I just trying-you know-do it instantly; keep doing my motion when you guys make a sound.”
Michelle smirked, humming in agreement. “You bet your tight butt cheeks you make us sounds.”
“Wonderful sounds”, Liz inclined, her mumbles lulls from tiredness.
“Yeah, almost make us sing the high pitch part from Rhapsody. This raise the question: how long is your tongue?”
Petra furrows her brows, nodded at her inquiring curiosity, and unrolled her tongue. She curls it upwards, reaching and touching the point of her nose with it, nearly fully expanded it and then some. Liz and Michelle were flabbergasted of its true length.
“I wanna ride it”, Michelle said in rapt voice, subconsciously licking her lips.
Liz hums in agreement. “Tempting, but I’m wishing of feeling something else inside me.” She grasps the rigid shaft, eliciting a querulous moan from Petra. “And I’m too tired riding her.”
Riding her?
“True, you really did a number on us”, Michelle jested, smirking at Petra, seeing her splurt. “You gonna have do all the work now; let us poor, unsuper girls take a break.” She grazed her eyes towards her girlfriend. “Wanna take the first round? Don’t mind waiting, seeing that Petra already gives me some.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” They push Petra upwards, Liz giggling when Petra blabbering as the realization sinking in. They were positioning themselves with Michelle on Liz left side. Michelle maneuver herself, pressing her pelvis firmly on Liz’s side, her upper leg entangled along the body. Michelle crooked and rested her head on Liz shoulder, their vividly, atrous hair enwoven, a wavy sea of darkness formatted. Liz chest was hefted, her vivacious and sinuous breast sways with her every breath. A voluptuous of aeneous bronze gleam from their skins, each breathing as their lascivious body holds them, craving vivaciously. Liz parted her slender legs, showing Petra her glister lips.
“C’mon Petra”, Liz cooed, her eyes darken vividly as Michelle cradle her large mounds and osculating her lips along her cheeks. “I wanna feel you in me.”
Petra shallowed; her arid mouth watered as she kneels between her legs. She grabbed her rigid cock, placing her bulbous head on the wetted, bronze lips. She circulated her head around the lips, searching for the opening, and eliciting a whimper from Liz. Michelle was softly kissing her cheeks, peppering near her corner lips, and consoling murmured of nonsense, her hand fondling Liz’s ample breast. Petra swirls her cock around the petal lips, feeling it parted as her head soak in, founding the entrance. Steady her breath, she tardily thrusted her pelvis, her cock fully parted the lips and enter Liz.
A rapt moans elicited from both, Liz mewling as Michelle’s continuance caressed never ceased, and Petra feeling the clenches of Liz’s velvety walls tightening around her as she sunk in. This ecstatic surges engulfing both is a newly experience; Liz being the first-person Petra ever entered before, and Liz first time having a cock (not a dildo or strap-on, however they were great) inside her. And Michelle continuous caressing her breast and kissing her cheek only resonated Liz’s moans, and tighten more around Petra’s cock. Petra hissed as she pushes her cock fully in Liz’s tighten walls, savoring the emanating wetness and heat. She pushes more into her until only base of her cock, coated with Liz’s nectar, remain outside.
“Fuck Petra”, Liz moaning her name, her resonant breaths swayed her breast as she inhales, “your cock-ah- just fills me up.” She thrust her pelvis so to encapsulated Petra’s cock further in.
Petra grunted, adjusted her hips as she slides back until only her bulbous head rested in, and slowly thrusted in, drawing more gasp from both. She continuous a paced of erratic manner, thrusting inwards as until the wet walls fully envelope her cock wholly and then some. She could feel Liz’s legs enwrapped around her waist, the legs tighten as she continues her paced, reveling the inner walls tighten as she hears the lewd resonant that echo between her pranced connecting with Liz body.
And it was such an erotic sight for Petra, enjoying how Liz’s swaying breasts rhythms along the paced of her thrust, her body glistering from her sweat, shimmering the aeneous gleam of her bronze skin. Liz clenched her eyes, rheumy from her euphoric indulgence, her lips pressing with Michelle own. She could see their parted slightly so their tongues could brush and intertwine one another. She put a more rapacious thrust, not enough to hurt her, and hold it in, swirling her pelvis so her cock could rub her; the elated moans seem an indication of her approval.
Michelle was enjoying herself as Petra quicken her rapacious thrust and the fervent moans of Liz vibrating against her lips. She continues her lavish kiss, biting the lower plump lips and licking around her lips, elicited more moans from Liz. Her hand gropes the ample breast, feeling it jingle with the fervent paced of Petra’s thrust. She sways it around, pinching the erected nubs with her thumbs and elicited more euphoric moans from Liz. She then trails her hand downwards, leaving ghostly touch from her fingertips and reaching her itinerary: Liz’s swollen clit. Liz mewls more loudly, thrusting her hips and meeting with Petra pelvis, drawing both moans from them. Michelle smirk into their kiss and caressed the swollen clit, feeling it throbs between her thumb and finger.
The room was full of sultry air and lustrous sounds: the smacking of Petra’s hips against Liz’s thighs, the euphoric moans from all three indulgence, and springing sound of the bed from Petra rapacious thrust. Liz and Michelle continue their lascivious kiss as Michelle stimulating Liz’s clit between her fingers. The paced of Petra thrust become more ferocious, putting more weight behind her momenta but not enough to physically hurt her.
“Please-fuck!” Liz loudly cooed, a pleading gasps between her kiss, “I need to-I need to cum.”
Petra nodded, her paced never linger as she enjoys the wet walls tighten around her. She doesn’t feel the need to cum yet, the fervent surging in her cock, however, hasn’t lessen. She stays the paced of her thrust, and soon, feels the similarity as Liz’s walls tighten with her pelvis rebuked against her own. A scream of ecstatic resonant from Liz, her hips raising as her body enter a rhapsody that she never experiences before. Her scream was muffled by Michelle’s lips, riding it out as her cunt cascaded a flow of nectar, coated Petra already rheumy cock and her bedsheets. Her body flop down, heaving and swaying her breast, mewling as Michelle peppered her lips with smooches. Petra pulls back her still rigid cock, elicited a whimper from Liz as her body rides out the remaining climax.
“You certainly enjoy it, eh Liz?” Michelle cheeky said.
Liz didn’t’ said anything, her breathe still inhaling, her voluptuous body shimmering her bronze skin. She grabs Michelle waist, eliciting an uncharacteristic high-pitch yelp from her and pull over her body. Michelle now found herself resting on Liz, her breast firmly presses with Liz’s own, her pelvis pressed firmly with her aching, swollen clit grinding against Liz own ones, and aligning her empty, clenching petal lips with Liz’s tender nether lips. And more humiliating, she’s exposing herself in front of Petra, her bronze ass jingling, a heart-shaped was the only thing presenting herself and occupying Petra view. She feels so vulnerable.
“You know, this position only depowered woma-”
“MJ: shut up”, Liz sternly said, capping both her hands on Michelle cheeks.
She only blushes deeply, squirming atop of Liz. “It just that”, she timidly said, “I feel so vulnerable like this just.”
Petra creeps behind her, press her chest so to lean her lips behind Michelle’s ears. “Don’t worry, I won’t take advantages of you”, Petra assured her softly.
“You won’t?”
“No, I not ever will. ‘Cause, well, I like you.”
Michelle eyes widen, her heart paced quickly as the word fully sunken in. A smile, not a smirk or cocky one, but a vivacious one blossom and brighten her face. And Liz smirks at her, reassurance that she didn’t have anything to fear. She responded by petulantly sticking her tongue.
“Ha, well, I like you too”, Michelle playfully pressed, her characteristic voice coming back, “C’mon tiger, show me what you got.” She swayed her hips, presenting herself.
Petra nodded as she gripped her hips, a stiffness tingles her hands with Michelle body rigidity from her gripped. She leans over again so her lips could whisper. “Just relax, I got you.” Michelle nodded, feeling Liz’s arms enwrapped her, holding her closer.
Petra positioning herself, seeing both Michelle and Liz lips grinding together, their aeneous lips glistering as they leak more nectar. She grasps her cock, algin herself near the parted lips of Michelle, and sink in.
She misses.
She went between their lips, sandwiched and engulfed by their grinding cunts, and elicited moans and whines from them. Michelle whimpers, resting her forehead with Liz’s own, grinding between so to stimulate her ecstasy. Liz groans too, thrusting her pelvis upward as Michelle fervent grinded more so and Petra slightly paced her thrusts.
“Shit! Sorry”, Petra conjured an apology, “Didn’t meant that.”
“’Didn’t mean it’, she said”, Michelle hissed out, her rheumy eyes clenched as she frenzied her grind more erratic. Petra back her hips, elicited moans of disappointment from both, aligned her cock with Michelle opening, parted her aeneous lips, and slowly sink in.
And she didn’t miss this time.
Michelle mewls as Petra slowly sink her cock inward, feeling it ridge veins, pulsing from its blissfulness, rubbing and hitting all the right spots. Petra pushed inward, her cock filling Michelle’s inner walls, tightening and clenching as it continues its itinerary. Petra soon buries her entire length inside Michelle, her pelvis touching the bronze orbs of Michelle’s divinity ass. They both rested, panting as Petra savors the tighten inner walls and Michelle clenches, panting and quivering atop of Liz. Liz, taking pity of her, brought her lips with Michelle so to smooth her, both moaning as Michelle grinds more into their tribadation, the fervent paced of their emulating grind only increased it. And the fullness of Petra inside her helps eliciting sweet, resonant moans.
Petra was savoring being inside Michelle, her grips holding Michelle waist; the feeling inside her was much tighter than Liz, squeezing her so it remains in her. Michelle’s velvety, wetted walls was such a vigorous feeling, reveling the inner walls clenching her, lavishing of being so full. Petra draws a breath and pulls back her hips, elicited a petulant whimper from Michelle. She draws until only her head rested inside, coated from Michelle’s nectar, her petal lips cascading and mixing with Liz own. Petra thrusted back in; her pelvis meeting with Michelle aeneous orbs, echoing a lascivious resonance as Petra soon set a feverishly paced, drawing her cock and thrusted in again. This course elicited more relishing moans from Michelle, her kiss melts deeply as she continues her lavishing kiss with Liz. And as Petra continue her thrusts, Michelle fervently grinds harder against Liz’s clit.
Petra’s and Michelle’s soon developed a synchronic rhythm of opposite direction; as Petra pull back her thrust, her head being the only flesh inside her, Michelle will thrust her pelvis, grinding against Liz’s peddle. And as Petra thrust back inside, Michelle will meet her own, conjuring a lewd resonance, a symphony of both vivacious ecstasy. And Liz enjoys greatly of it; Michelle feverish moans in her mouth, her tongue swirling with hers as her lips intensively vivid peppering her own. She gropes the bronze orbs of Michelle’s ass, pushing fervently so increased her thrusts, grinding against her swollen clit.
Petra paces slightly increased, thrusting her pelvis back and forth with much more rapacious paces. She revels the lascivious resonance and the smoothness of Michelle behind every time her pelvis meets with her. She thrusted one more, holding it in and swirling her hips around, basking the tightness as her cock pulsed, its ridge from her veins hitting all the right spot, basing on Michelle inner walls clenching it. And the elicited moans from Michelle only indicated that she enjoys it too. As she pulls back, she decided to change her rhythm, wanting to make sure she unpredictable. Her cock withdraws from Michelle’s clenching walls, eliciting a whimper from her lips, and thrusts inward into Liz’s lips.
Liz’s gasp as she feels Petra enter her, the rigid cock filling and stretching her, its radiating heat tingles her core more. She moans, groping Michelle orbs as her fingers dig into her soft flesh. Michelle was kissing her neck, peppering it with light pecks and then sucking it harder until love-bites form around, and caressed her mark with her tongue. Michelle still grinds against her; their swollen clit always robs the other one. Petra pulls out of her and soon again thrust back in Michelle; her coated cock easily slides her already parted lips.
An erratic paces of Petra rotating her thrust; sliding to one for a few rapacious thrusts, holding it in, enjoy the inner walls tighten her as she stretched it out. She then switches towards the one, her fervent paces never level. And sometimes, by accident, she slides between them, engulfing her cock with their rheumy, aeneous lips, their pelvis grinding against the other and stimulant her cock even further.
“Shit guys”, Petra moaned, she was inside Michelle again, “You-both of you- feels so nice!” She places both her hands between Liz’s and Michelle’s body, pressing her chest firmly on Michelle glistering back. sturdy herself so her fervent pace doesn’t quiver and not collapse on top of them.
“Shit! Fuck! I gonna-gonna!” Michelle was the first to cum, grinding firmly against Liz, thrusting forward and holding herself firmly. Petra didn’t conceives her paces, continually thrusting in her as she rode out her climax. She cries as her inner walls clenched Petra’s cock, a cascaded of her euphoric surges through her, her nectar leaking and coated both Liz’s pelvis and Petra’s already ruin sheets. Petra pulls back her cock, elicited a whimper from Michelle, feeling herself being so empty already, and slide into Liz with a fervent paces.
Petra rapacious thrust soon quicken, eliciting her near blissfulness. And her paced soon met with Liz own, her inner walls clench, lavishing the feverish paces of Petra’s thrust. Petra thrusted, feeling her pelvis smacking against Michelle sinuous ass, echoing from her thrusted and muffled her pace. Liz tightens her grips around Michelle as her body undergoes a thunderous ecstasy, elated by Petra’s cock stretching her out and Michelle’s body weighting down on her. And Michelle was certainly enjoying it, even after her postcoital climatic; the feeling of Petra’s trusting in Liz, gripping her behind as stability as her body thrust along with Liz. Michelle moans as Petra’s paces quicken, her pelvis meeting with her bronze orbs, and Liz emitting sweet songs of her near climax.
“I gonna-I need to cum!” Petra groan as she thrust become more rapacious.
“Inside me!” Liz emitted with an elated pitch, “You could do it inside!”
Petra thrust one more time and bury her length in as Liz moans, her inner tightens around the rigid cock inside, and soon, both climax happening simultaneously. Petra groans as her cock stiffen, pulsing as it ejaculated its white seed and coated the inner walls. Liz’s inner walls clenched as her euphoric surges engulf her body, a rhapsody that she rarely over experience. Her nectar mixed with Petra’s own, both cascading from her tender lips as they bask the euphoric bliss of their climax.
Petra pulls out her soften cock, elicited a moan from Liz. She pants, resting on her knees and feeling really tried right now. Before laying down, she saw both Liz and Michelle, now laying on her back, hand reaching out to her, indicated of their approval. She crawls forward, resting her back between them. They both rested their heads on her shoulder, all three basking in their post-climax, and enjoying the silence that fills the room.
“Soo…”, Petra drawn on, “I’m official part of your guy’s relationship?”
All three were enjoying cuddling with each other, basking in their rhapsody. They’re still naked, barely bothering clothed themselves, only the banket covering their pelvis downward and their entangling limbs covering one another. Liz, being the shortest, is in middle as Petra was at her right and Michelle at her left. Both Petra and Michelle were on their side, their hands subconsciously wondering and groping Liz’s breast, and base that she didn’t reprimand their advance, she seems to enjoy their attention.
“Mmh, yes,” Michelle said, “Liz and I don’t mind with you being with us. This whole monogamous normativity, institution by our patriarchal and Christianity’s society, is outdated. And we don’t care what some asses think about u-”
“What MJ trying to say,” Liz interrupted her, “that we want you be with us. We like you, even before the whole incident in DC or we found out you Spider-Man; we found you quite adorable.”
“And cute,” Michelle interjected.
“And cute.”
Petra face blossom into a brightly smile, enveloping the two with her slender, long arm, bringing them closer and snuggle against them. Liz giggles as she presses with her two favorite girls, and Michelle chuckle at her gestured. Petra breaths in, smelling the vanilla scent of Liz’s atrous hair, its silken text tickling her nose, feeling the dried sweat that gleams their bronze skin, and hearing their jovial giggles rings her ears. She snuzzled against, enjoying their warmth. “I glad I could be with you two.”
“Hey girls, I back! How you girls doin-hey why the house reeks so muc-WHAT THE FU-!”
They forgotten close the bedroom door.