Adam enjoys himself

When we arrived at the Baxter building, I was surprised by how normal the place was. It was the home of the Fantastic Four and Reed Richards’ many futuristic inventions. I’d expected to be treated to a view of flashing displays and rows of technological readouts with important-looking buttons arrayed beneath. Those were all there, of course, and our tour guide (who’d unfortunately been Johnny Storm instead of his sister Susan) made sure to try to wow us with a visit to one of their labs as well as the hangar where they keep all their gleaming, cutting-edge air and space craft. But much of the facility looked like a mix between a mundane office building and an apartment complex, complete with its very own gym, cafeteria, and rec room.

Johnny had been all smiles as he explained everything, bright blue eyes glimmering with genuine interest as he took questions with a level of patience I wouldn’t have expected from someone the media liked to portray as a hothead. Or maybe they just liked their stupid puns.

A lot of the girls in my class ogled him openly, giggling and chattering amongst themselves, entranced by his handsome, masculine features. Except MJ. Where was she, anyway? She'd been with me on the ride over, but had disappeared soon after. I looked around for her again, but couldn't find her. Maybe she went to the bathroom?

Eventually the Human Torch announced that it was lunch time and told us to follow him to the elevator which would take us to a floor with a cafeteria. I wasn’t hungry, though, and wanting to explore a little more I’d hung back. I knew we weren't supposed to get separated from our tour guide, but I figured as long as I didn’t wander into any of the restricted areas or touch anything, it’d be fine. If the worst happened, I’d just edit the memories of whoever took issue with me. No big deal.

I set off down the well-lit blue-gray hallway. The occasional picture lined the walls depicting the members of the Fantastic Four posing in front of various stunning and exotic backdrops. Some looked like they weren’t even taken on Earth!

As I was trying to make sense of one of the images, a feminine voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be with the rest of your tour group?”

I turned around and was greeted by the sight of an achingly beautiful woman with blonde-hair, blue eyes, flawless white skin, prodigiously large breasts and wide hips that seemed to have been designed for child birthing. Her blue jumpsuit hugged her voluptuous body like a second skin.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. Perhaps she’d noticed me staring. Honestly, it can’t have been an uncommon experience for her. Well, I’d better say something to mollify her.

“Yeah, I went to the bathroom, but I guess we got separated. Do you know where they ended up?” I said.

She curled a blonde eyebrow skeptically.

“Well, it’s about lunch time, so they’re probably in the cafeteria by now. Come on, I’ll lead you there,” she said. She strutted past me down the hallway, her big bubble butt jiggling enticingly in that tight jumpsuit of hers.

My dick was instantly erect. God, she was so hot.

I dove into her mind before I could stop myself, rearranging her memories like I’d done for MJ and Misty. She should still have been the same person she was for the most part, only I now featured prominently in some of her most important memories, particularly the ones where she’d masturbated thinking of men better than Reed. I also made her believe she’d had an affair with me that’d been going on for months and that Reed had not only neglected her, but outright disrespected her when she’d asked him to spend time with her.

Sue froze in place for a few moments. I could see her working her jaw. Her fists clenched and unclenched. A moment later, she turned around. The irritated look on her face was gone. Instead, her eyes stared into mine, blazing with a desire so intense I couldn’t help but sweat a little at being subjected to it. She looked me up and down and licked her lips seductively as she walked over to me.

“Actually, what am I saying? Wouldn’t you rather come back to my room and keep me company?” she asked. She gave her chest a shake, drawing my eyes to her huge breasts. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

I smirked at her.

“You don’t think the tour group will notice I’m missing?” I said, pretending to think about it.

Sue’s full red lips curved upwards, and I felt butterflies in my chest.

“It’s possible that they might, but then again, it’s not like either of us would let something like that get in the way of the absolutely amazing sex we’ve been having. So, what do you say, Adam?” Her tongue caressed my name almost reverently.

“Yes, obviously.” I smiled.

“Good answer,” she replied. She took my hand and led me towards the bedroom she shared with Reed.

As soon as the door closed behind us, she kissed me, her lips devouring mine hungrily. Her tongue probed at my lips, demanding entrance. I allowed her, and her tongue snaked into my mouth. I entwined my tongue with hers, entering her mouth as well. My hands roved over her amazing body, grabbing her ass and squeezing it, eliciting pleasured moans as she kissed me.

Moments later I found the zipper to her jumpsuit and pulled it downward. She hummed and broke the kiss, a devilish smile on her lips as she pulled her jumpsuit down, letting it pool at her feet. I nearly gaped at the sight of her naked voluptuous body. God, she was so perfect.

A couple minutes later we were both naked on her bed and I was inside her, pumping furiously into her tight, hot pussy. She called out my name, moaning as I thrusted into her warmth. She wrapped her thick thighs around my waist, urging me to bury my length inside her.

“O-oh! Ugh! Ahn! Oh god, Adam! You’re so big! So much bigger than Reed!” she cried. Her blonde hair was messy and wild. Her eyes glowed lustily. A part of me knew it didn’t make sense I’d be bigger than Reed. Couldn’t he expand any part of his anatomy thanks to his powers, or was that something he never bothered with in order to please his wife?

“Yeah, you like my cock, Sue?” I asked, grinning wolfishly as I pounded into a woman who could have had any man in the world. Her huge breasts jiggled and wobbled with every impact.

“Mhmmm, it’s so good. God, my – ahn! – my fucking husband is so pathetic. He’s so obsessed with his inventions that he ignores the flesh and blood woman he – oh fuck, right there! – the woman he married!” Her body quivered as she orgasmed, her tight passage clamping down on my cock.

Suddenly, Sue’s door crashed open. I let out a grunt and faced the door, and saw a fully-ignited Human Torch, his eyes orange pits of bottomless rage. Reed Richards stood next to him. The salt-and-pepper haired genius looked no less angry. His eyes held a malevolence that scared me.

I tried to enter his mind, and screamed out in pain. My ears started ringing. Nausea overcame me soon after. My stomach clenched, and I heaved, emptying the contents of my breakfast all over the floor.

“W-what the fuck?” Had my powers been blocked, somehow?

“A memory-altering, mind-controlling mutant. Just as I thought,” Reed said, sneering at me. “You think you can have your way with my wife without suffering the consequences? Maybe you should have thought ahead before angering one of the smartest men in the world.”

Frantically, I looked down at the bed for Sue. Maybe she could protect me! But she was gone!

“That’s right. No help coming your way, dipshit,” Human Torch said, his voice rippling the power of the flame he exuded. “Now hold still. This won’t hurt a bit.”

He raised his hand and a beam of bright orange fire leapt towards me. His lips kept moving, but all I could hear was my father screaming in agony as his flesh melted away.

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My eyes snapped open. I saw my ceiling, nearly black in the darkness of my room. About as dark as it could get in New York City when you had a window. The shades on my two small windows were drawn, but still, white light from the city pooled around the edges of my shades, framing it like a solar eclipse.

What a dream, I thought. Fun at first, extremely disturbing towards the end. A lot of my dreams had been like that, since Dad died.

Tears threatened to well up in my eyes. I took a deep breath and **** them back. Dad had once told me that pain was just flesh; that if you had enough discipline, you could power through anything. But there were worse things than physical. Agonies that went deeper than flesh. Pain that seeped into every thought and memory like an invasive cancer and changed your life forever. It was the sort of **** that you either learned to suppress or you just went numb. I’d done the latter for a long, long time before I was strong enough to do the former.

I swallowed, dismissing the thought, burying the memories of my father along with the sureness in my heart that his end had been one of the most agonizing fates possible.

MJ mumbled unintelligibly in her sleep. Suddenly I could breathe. I felt the warmth of her soft body snuggled against me. She had claimed my right arm as her personal body pillow. Her large, soft breasts sandwiched it comfortably as she rested her head on my shoulder, her stark red hair pooling across my chest.

I smiled fondly, leaning down to kiss her head.

She hummed and slid her right thigh over mine, unconsciously pinning me in place.

I glanced to my left, expecting to find Misty there, but that side of the bed was empty. She’d been here when we’d all dozed off. All three of us had fucked for a while, trying different positions with some breathers in between for snacks and drinks. Mom still had yet to let us know she was coming home, so we got comfortable being naked in the apartment. Eventually, we’d all been so exhausted and covered in sweat that we’d hopped in the shower. I never imagined I’d ever get to experience two beautiful women soaping me and each other naked at the same time. It was probably one of the single greatest experiences of my life, right after having sex with them of course.

At some point, I’d drifted off.

The fact that I’d dreamt about my upcoming class trip to the home of the Fantastic Four was… interesting, I guess. My class was supposed to go on our trip to the Baxter building at the end of the week. I’d been so excited, hoping to at last see Sue Richards in person. Now the prospect of going there filled me with a sense of dread. The Fantastic Four were no slouches. They’d fought the Skrulls and Dr. Doom, and a multitude of would-be mind controllers. What chance did an eighteen-year-old mutant from Queens have against that? Maybe I should count my blessings and be happy with what I have now.

I sagged back against my pillow.

“Mmm. Go back to sleep, tiger,” MJ murmured drowsily. Her eyes remained closed.

I kissed her head.

“Misty’s not in bed anymore. I’m going to go check and see if she’s left the apartment. I’ll be right back.” I let my gaze rove over her naked body, paying close attention to her juicy bubble butt and the thigh she’d draped possessively over mine. If I let myself get distracted, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself fucking her again.

Her green eyes flicked open. She glanced at the other side of the bed before looking up at me.

“Hm. Well, if it’s for that reason I guess I’ll allow it.” She grinned impishly and took her thigh off mine.

I smirked back at her.

“You’ll allow it, huh?”

“If you don’t get out of bed right now and see what Misty’s up to, I might just change my mind, tiger,” she said, giving me a gentle nudge. “Now get going.”

“Yes sir.” I said, and got out of bed, stretching as I did so. I felt more refreshed now than I could remember feeling in the past. I couldn’t help but be conscious of the way MJ stared at me, her emerald eyes glowing with desire. I wouldn’t be surprised if she wanted to fool around a little more when I got back.

I didn’t bother getting dressed and left the room, shutting the door behind me with a click.

I found Misty sitting at the kitchen table nursing a cup of steaming coffee. A blocky black handgun somewhat larger than the Glock 19 my father had carried sat on the table in front of her. She was dressed in the brown blouse and dark denim pants she’d arrived in. Her red coat was draped over the back of her seat. Her curly black hair was still wet from our shower; she’d never bothered using Mom’s blow drier.

The black woman looked towards me almost instantly, her eyes narrowing slightly for but a moment before relaxing.

“Oh. Adam, you’re awake. Do you want me to make you a cup of coffee?”

“No thanks.” I shook my head. “I noticed you weren’t in bed with me and MJ anymore. Is everything okay?”

Misty shook her head.

“Yeah, I just… nevermind.”

I took another step towards her, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

Her face was impassive. “Nothing. I'm fine.”

I raised my eyebrows disbelievingly. If she continued being difficult, I’d just dive into her mind and find the answer myself.

“Why do you have your gun out on the table? Expecting company?” My impatience must have bled into my voice, because Misty’s eyes widened with alarm and her usually prodigious self-control came unwound.

“N-no, nothing like that,” she said, leaning towards me slightly, affording me a view of her generous dark cleavage.

I let out a heavy sigh. “I know. I just don’t like being kept in the dark. You made a promise to tell me everything that’s going on in your life, no matter how ridiculous or private you think it is.”

As I said that, I concentrated, diving into Misty’s wonderful mind to implant a memory of herself doing exactly that, and reinforcing it across multiple months and years. It wasn’t difficult. Much of her thoughts and memories had already been rearranged to center around myself, and her mind had been almost eager to accept and rearrange itself around my alterations. I exited her memories and waited for her to speak.

“You’re right, I did.” Her expression softened. “When I was trying to fall asleep, I couldn’t help but think about how unsecure your apartment is. All you have is a standard deadbolt on your door; nothing that would deter anyone who actually wanted to get in here. And normally your mother would be enough to stop most people who wanted to get in, but…”

“She’s almost never here,” I said, nodding. “So, what? You’re worried someone might have it in for me? I don’t think I’ve made any enemies who’d actually go that far.”

I hadn't. At least, not yet.

Misty let out a sigh.

“No, but your mother arrests a lot of dangerous criminals. Some of them are powerful and resourceful enough to free themselves pretty quickly and/or they have people to do their bidding on the outside. If just one of them decides they want to teach an overzealous cop a lesson by going after her family…” She swallowed. “Adam, if something happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. You’re pretty much my whole world. The only person who actually lets me vent without judging me, and I love you for it."

She gave me a slight smile.

My throat suddenly went dry.

“I love you, too, Misty,” I said warmly.

The older woman beamed at me.

I took a step towards her.

“Look, I love that you care enough about me to sit at the kitchen table all night, but if you start forgoing sleep, eventually it’s going to catch up to you. How will you be able to protect me then, huh?” I said.

She frowned. “You’re right, unfortunately. I was hoping to make some improvements to the security situation of your apartment before it came to that.”

“Why don’t you train me to defend myself?” I blurted out suddenly, surprising myself. But now that I thought about it, it’d be cool to have Misty teach me to fight. I hated the idea of being helpless, of relying on others to protect me. That wasn’t the sort of man my dad ever was. He'd taken me shooting a few times, and as a kid I'd wanted to be a cop like him. I'd grown out of it as I got older, but the idea of being able to protect myself and the people close to me was something that appealed to me on a fundamental level. Sure, I had my powers, but what if I found myself in a situation where I couldn't use them?

An image of the enraged Human Torch in my dreams flickered across my vision.

“Train you?” Misty said almost disbelievingly. “But your mom-”

“Isn’t here. Who cares what she thinks? Besides, I’m an adult now. If I want you to train me how to fight and use guns, there’s nothing she can say or do to stop either of us.”

She stared at me for a long moment, her face scrunched up thoughtfully as if she’d never even considered that I might be able to actually protect myself with the proper training.

“Your mom is high up enough in the chain of command at her precinct that there’s probably no way I could ever use the facilities there without her approval. The private gun ranges in this city aren’t very good, unfortunately, so unless you want to go to Jersey or upstate, we’ll have to use the ranges at one of the precincts here. It’s where I go to practice. Thankfully, I’ve still got a lot of friends on the ****, so getting you in for some training shouldn’t be a problem. You’re pretty much family to most of them anyways thanks to your parents, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they rolled out the red carpet for you. Just be aware that they’ll probably try to convince you to join up since you're a legacy, so be prepared for that.”

My eyebrows shot up.

“Really? I mean, I know Captain Stacy and most of the people mom and dad worked with, but wouldn’t they be too busy to deal with me?” I asked. “And wouldn’t Mom just pressure them to bar me at the doors?”

Would she even care enough to do that?

Misty rolled her eyes.

“Like you said, you’re an adult. A lot of the people on the **** respect your mom, but you’re still your father’s son. I doubt there’s anything you could ask them that they’d say no to – within reason, of course. You should never be afraid to reach out to any of them, at least not the ones you know personally,” Misty said. “Just… let me know before you do that, please.”

I nodded, confidence suffusing me. I hadn’t talked to most of Mom’s or Dad’s cops buddies since Dad died. It was nice to know I could count on them. That I had friends in the city who’d go above and beyond to help me if I needed it. Spending more time at the precincts would help get me access to their prisoners as well, some of them quite powerful physically or financially. Evil enough that I'd have no qualms destroying parts of their personalities and rearranging their minds to make them my slaves. Reforming them might even might even make the city a better place in a way far more permanent than Peter ever could. All he did was arrest people, after all. They almost always escaped to commit crimes against innocent people again.

“Will do.” I nodded, feeling a bit excited at the prospect of getting actual combat training. I might never have to use it, but the prospect of being able to protect myself and MJ without having to resort to my powers was pretty enticing, especially if I ran into people who could somehow resist them or I couldn’t use them without being discovered.

“Good,” Misty said. Her plump lips curved upwards. “I can also train you in hand-to-hand. You’ll never pack as much punch as me.” She held up her bionic arm for emphasis, clenching her mechanical fist. “But I’ll make you almost as badass. My friend Colleen’s also a pretty good fighter. She’d definitely help too if I asked.”

I recognized the name. Colleen Wing, Misty’s partner at her private investigation firm. A pretty, athletic woman of Japanese descent in her mid-twenties, she wielded a katana against far better-armed opponents and very often came out on top without a scratch on her. She had dark brown hair and almond-brown eyes. She and Misty had showered together multiple times in a shared locker room, which meant I’d gotten to see Colleen’s perky breasts, her thick, muscular thighs, and her tight bubble butt. I wouldn’t mind adding her into the impromptu harem I was apparently building. It'd certainly be a lot less risky than inducting Sue Storm.

Colleen and Misty also worked pretty closely with Jessica Jones, a hot alcoholic woman with superpowers of her own and a boatload of trauma someone like me could easily wipe away, or redirect towards something more positive than booze. Definitely another avenue to explore.

“Colleen. Isn’t she the woman you work with?” I asked. Misty would be expecting me to.

Misty nodded, smiling. “The very same. You’re a hard worker. As long as you follow her instructions to the letter and take your training seriously, she’ll definitely take a liking to you.”

“That’s good to hear. I can’t wait to meet her,” I said, suppressing a gleeful smirk. “When do you think you can start training me?”

“Whenever you want, but I think it’d be best if we started this weekend. That way we wouldn’t have to worry about your schoolwork taking up any of your time while we cover the bases,” she said. “Colleen will probably be free then as well.”

Nice.

“Awesome. Thanks, Misty!”

"You're welcome, Adam." She smiled dreamily. She took a shuddering breath as her smoky eyes looked me up and down, and I knew she was happy at having pleased me.

I decided to change gears.

“So, did Mom call you at all?” I asked. “She hasn’t even texted me to let me know when she’s coming home.”

Misty frowned. “No. She’s probably buried in case work. That woman needs to get her priorities straight or I swear I’ll have to beat some sense into her.”

I smiled as I envisioned my mom naked and tied up, an equally naked Misty grinning as she physically disciplined her, a nude MJ enthusiastically deepthroating my cock as I watched them. Mom’s been a real bitch ever since Dad died. And while I could easily reprogram that out of her, I think it’d be more satisfying to punish her, at least for a while.

For now, though, I’d give Misty and MJ all my attention.

“First things first. Those clothes. I want them off, now.” I said. It was pretty heady being able to talk to a woman who was basically my aunt in such an authoritative tone.

Misty bit her lip. She looked towards the apartment door. “But your mom could come back any second.”

Heh. As if.

“You let me handle that. Clothes. Off. Now.”

She nodded stiffly and rose from her seat. So obedient.

Her handgun and coffee sat forgotten on the table as she rushed to take her clothes off. Her shit came off first. She hadn’t bothered to put her bra back on, so her huge black titties burst into view. She bent over to pull her pants down next, kicking them off. I caught them midair and we both looked at each other and laughed.

She pulled her panties down next, and I stared at her bare pussy. Some of my cum still oozed readily from her folds. It was easily one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

“Grab your stuff and bring it to my room. Don’t forget the gun,” I said.

Misty didn’t even blink. She immediately set out to obey me, gathering her clothes under her organic arm while holding her firearm in her mechanical hand. I handed her her pants as well.

We made our way back to my room. I opened the door, letting Misty through so I could stare at her big black ass as it jiggled with her every step. I grinned widely as I followed after her and closed the door behind me.

MJ hadn’t been idle while I was gone. She’d spread her legs wide and been rubbing her wet pussy. She stopped masturbating and looked up at us when we entered.

“Hey you two, everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” I said. “Misty just wanted to get a cup of coffee. Did you want anything?”

MJ shook her head. “No, thanks though.”

Misty set her clothes and sidearm on one of my dressers. MJ’s eyes widened slightly when she noticed the firearm, but she didn’t say anything. Misty walked over to me and leaned into my side, pressing her large breast against my arm. Her curly hair brushed against the side of my face.

“So,” I began. “I’m still kind of tired from earlier. Why don’t you girls give me a nice long blowjob while I relax?”

MJ smirked. Beside me, Misty hummed appreciatively. God, I loved them.

“Ooh, sounds like fun,” Mary Jane said. She and Misty shared a wink. “Come lie down. Misty and I will take good care of you.”

“Damn right we will,” Misty murmured, anticipation filling her voice. She put a hand on my back, urging me towards the bed.

I smiled and crawled onto the bed, turning over and resting my head on one of my pillows. MJ shifted to the side to give me room and within moments my semi-erect cock was in her hand. She stared at it fondly as she started jerking it up and down.

Misty crawled after me on all fours, her large ripe breasts wobbling back-and-forth as she approached me. She lowered her head to press her plump lips against the underside of my shaft, her tongue snaking out from between her lips to lick along the underside of my length, starting from the top of my scrotum. MJ soon joined her, kissing my cockhead, lapping up the dallop of pre-cum that had accumulated there. Soon, she lowered her lips, taking about an inch of my cock into her mouth. Her hot tongue twirled skillfully around my dick as she sucked me.

Misty, not to be outdone, went lower, her tits squishing against my thigh as she began kissing my scrotum. If she was bothered at all by how hairy I was done there, she certainly didn’t show it. If anything, her arousal and enjoyment grew. She moaned happily, her brown eyes gazing up at me intensely every few moments or so. She snaked a hand between her legs and began rubbing her pussy, and I couldn’t help but picture her shoving my cum back inside her where it belonged. Moments later, she opened her mouth, enveloping her lips over one of my testicles, suckling on it gently.

Lewd slurping sounds filled the room as my women went to work. MJ took a deep breath through her nose, then lowered herself, taking more of my cock into her mouth. She stopped when my cockhead reached the entrance to her throat. Shit, was she about to -

She gagged loudly, swallowing as the tip of my cock eased its way into her throat. Saliva spewed out from between her lips and my cock. Fuck, that was so tight!

“H-holy shit!” I leaned back and groaned, pure pleasure coursing through my body. There was another slurp as Misty popped off my left testicle to envelop my right. Her head nudged against my thigh, so I spread my legs to allow her easier access and lifted my hips slightly.

Misty dove in with gusto, kissing along my scrotum, her nose pressed into my balls. She took a deep breath and moaned. Suddenly, she opened her mouth wide, slowly enveloping half my ballsack into her mouth. She bathed the part that was in her mouth with her tongue, causing me to shiver from the abject pleasure of the act.

Meanwhile MJ seemed to have reached a point where she could go no further, with more than half of my erection buried in her mouth and throat. She pulled off my cock, strings of dark pubic hair scattered around her lips. She looked down at Misty.

“I think I might need some help up here, Misty,” MJ said.

Misty hummed. By then she had managed to get almost the entirety of my ballsack in her mouth. She let it out with an audible “plorp.”

“He is pretty big, isn’t he?” Misty grasped the bottom of my shaft with her living hand. She kept her robotic arm braced against the mattress for leverage.

Mary Jane nodded vigorously. Her cheeks were flushed slightly as she glanced down at me, her eyes glowing with pride. She caught my gaze and gave her chest a little shake, causing her large, perky breasts to jiggle. Her pink nipples were rock-hard with arousal.

“For sure, but that’s not the only great thing about him. He’s such an amazing guy. I don’t know why I never worked up the courage to ask him out months ago,” she said, a bit of frustration coloring her voice.

Misty bent down slightly to kiss my cockhead. My dick jumped slightly at the contact, drawing a soft chuckle from her.

“You’re young, MJ. You’re bound to make a lot of mistakes, and that’s okay. What matters is that you learn from them and don’t let opportunities like this slip you by ever again.” She smirked and gave my cock another long, worshipful kiss.

“I won’t,” MJ replied, her voice containing an air of finality to it.

“Good.” Misty’s smirk widened. “Now get down here and show Adam how much he means to you.”

MJ joined Misty almost immediately. She’d dropped down so fast she’d almost collided with Misty’s head. The two women shared a laugh, staring into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Then, almost as if on impulse, MJ surged forth, capturing Misty’s lips in hers. Misty let out a surprised hum, the black woman’s dark eyes widening slightly. She glanced over at me for a moment and hummed again, her eyes glimmering deviously as if to say, “Oh, you like this, huh?”

Hell yeah, I did.

As if sensing my thoughts, Misty responded almost instantly, grabbing the back of MJ’s head and kissing her passionately.

“Mmph…” MJ moaned. Her pale body was pressed against Misty’s darker one. I loved the contrast, seeing them together, watching them put on this little show for my amusement. Their big tits were squished outwards against each other. Misty’s were larger, but MJ’s were perkier. Misty kept jerking my cock, but stopped momentarily every time I got close to climaxing.

After a few minutes they broke the kiss. A trail of saliva extended between their lips, and I couldn’t help but notice both of them had dark strands of pubic hair sitting at the edges of their mouths. If either of them noticed, it didn’t seem to bother them.

MJ let out a huff, breaking the saliva bridge.

“I think Adam’s starting to feel a little left out,” MJ whispered huskily.

Misty smirked and said, “Well, we can’t have that, can we? He’s the star of our little show, after all. He should be pampered as much as possible.”

“Pampered?” I rasped; my throat dry. What did she mean by that?

MJ giggled. “Oh come on, tiger. You know what the word ‘pampered’ means.”

“Of course I know what it means,” I replied mock-indignantly. “I just don’t know what… what you girls mean by it.”

The women shared a look before nodding at each other, seemingly coming to an agreement. MJ’s hand joined Misty’s, stroking the upper half of my cock while Misty took care of the bottom.

“Uh… ladies?” I stammered.

“Mhm?”

“Yeah, tiger?”

“You haven’t, uh, answered my question,” I said, my heart thudding with anticipation. I wasn’t even tempted to use my power to find out. Sometimes it was satisfying to wait and see how people acted, especially when they belonged to me like MJ and Misty did.

They shared another look before lowering themselves so they were eye-level with my cock. They were both on all fours, and I could see their amazing asses jutting out behind them. Their tits, amazingly big and soft, wobbled slightly beneath them as they kept jerking my cock.

I felt a climax coming on, and tried to hold back.

MJ pressed her lips against the tip of my cockhead. She tongued the slit, lapping up the additional pre-cum that had accumulated there. Misty joined her almost immediately, kissing along the side of my shaft. MJ popped off my cockhead and moved lower, joining Misty midway down my erection. Both women kissed and licked and suckled on my cock, moaning enthusiastically and giggling every time my penis twitched.

I moaned and put a hand on Misty and MJ’s heads, entwining my fingers in their hair. I pushed them gently, and they let themselves be moved downward. I pulled up, taking care not to hurt either of them, and they let me mash their lips together over my cockhead.

“I-I’m cumming!” I said.

Misty wrapped her hand around my cock again, jerking the entirety of my length.

MJ and Misty positioned themselves in front of my cockhead and opened their mouths. A moment later, my balls clenched and I let out a groan as the first of my cum spurted across both women’s faces. Most of it ended up on the upper half of their faces, with one dollop of cum sticking to MJ’s eyebrow. Misty deftly maneuvered my cock so the next bit of yellow-white cum spewed into her mouth. She moaned ecstatically, her eyelids fluttering like she had just experienced the most pleasurable experience imaginable. Another rope of cum squirted off into her mouth. MJ quickly took charge, grabbing my cock and sealing her lips around the tip. She tongued the slit again as I emptied the rest of my load in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged outward comically.

“Show me what you’ve got in your mouths, both of you,” I commanded.

Misty and MJ hummed their acquiescence and quickly opened their mouths. Each had a puddle of cum in her mouth. MJ periodically twirled her tongue through the cum before running it against her white teeth.

So fucking hot. And I could have them do this whenever I wanted. “Swallow.”

They closed their mouths and tilted their heads upward, gulping audibly as they accepted my load into their stomachs. When they were done, they used their fingers to scoop some of the cum off their faces before sucking it off their fingers.

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