A condom’s a mistake for the superhero and that’s clearly what she’s looking for, so au natural it is.

“No condom, I want to, I…No condom—“ Bryce stuttered deliberately. He knew that generally a condom was a mistake for him as he blasted right through it, having tried a condom to make cleanup less necessary after masturbation. It was surprisingly hard to feign the naivety and eagerness which would have been natural mere days before.

“Good choice, you don’t want anything between you and all of this.” She ran her hands over her body, making it jiggle against him pleasantly. “So, here’s the lesson plan. I’m gonna start with these hands, then we’ll graduate to these tits,” she groped herself, “then the mouth,” she fucked her face with her hand, until she saw Bryce strain against his bonds a bit, then she pulled her wet fingers from that mouth and lowered them to her cunt, “then you’ll really lose your virginity to this pussy of mine. It’ll make you a man who deserves this ass,” she rose, turning so that he could see her tight ass and slid one slender finger inside. “which you’ll spear with that prick of yours, spreading it open like a conqueror, like a man should and then you can cum anywhere you want. You say the word and you can cum there, your white cum all over my black skin, the contrast will be so hot and you’ll have the confidence to go up to any woman you want, even one of those tall blonde’s you so like. If you still like them after trying a slut like me.”

It was obvious that she was trying to get back at his mother and get the fuck she so wanted from his mother at the same time. The fact that, at that very moment, Ultramom and Ultimamom were engaged in the sweetest and most lusty of embraces only a hundred feet away made her attempts both pathetic and arousing. Bryce smiled at her. “Great plan.” He passed as Florence ran perfectly manicured nails against his naked thighs, gently over his balls and grabbed his hardening shaft firmly, pulling her own wet panties along it to lubricate it, then dropping it between his legs, so it landed at her feet, looking almost like she’d just dropped them. Then Flor spat on the head of his cock, slowly letting more of her sweet spit lube dribble down onto his cock, acting as additional lube, and jerked it slowly.

“Don’t be afraid to tell her what to do, when she’s jerking you it’s all about you, when you’re frigging her, that’s when you have to take orders.”

So prompted Bryce requested that she move in slow smooth strokes, caressing his balls. Before he could get too aroused she pulled away, licking the sweet spot at the head of his cock. “Now,a titjob is really just a handjob with some additional toys. Two,” she lifted her huge tits, “additional toys to be specific. But most girls and some women think of it as a thing that’s done to them, that they just lie there, or kneel there, and take. But a real slut,” she jiggled her tits against him by way of identification, “knows that she has to be active. She should offer her tits up,” she pressed them together around his cock and, “surround her partner’s cock with their soft fuck bags and either bounce.” She suited actions to words, in a shockingly pleasant movement. “Or let her partner fuck ‘em like a hot bitch’s cunt.” She froze and Bryce obligingly thrust up several times. “Now often, a slut should let her partner control the tits, so he can decide how tight a fuck-hole they produce, but we’ll leave that…for now.”

She slid back, dragging her breasts down his bare thighs, provoking a low, disappointed moan and a wordless protest. She smiled broadly at that, one hand tracing the line of spit and lube his cock had painted on her chest as the other cupped his balls lovingly.

“Now, sometimes a blowjob will be in your control and sometimes it won’t, but seeing as you’re all tied up, I think it’s in my control, don’t you agree?”