Video #?: Feral and Spangle demonstrate putting on the condom, but now...

More photographs are snapped as Spangle and Feral engage in a lengthy standing make-out session. Under normal circumstances it was clear that the curvy, vivacious heroine found her short, pale, and questionably competent co-star a bit contemptible on both a superheroing and personal level, but Influence's ability seems like it's gone a long way to getting her into it. When his hands start sliding down her waist and gripping the well-rounded posterior that beat out even his cherished Maiden America's, escalating quickly to outright groping and massaging her ass, she doesn't object and even keeps on kissing him. It seems like Influence hadn't had to use her power on Tim. Even though he doesn't seem like he had much respect or regard for Feral in particular at the start of this meeting, the nubile fashion model's curves spoke their own language. The image of his pale hands groping her bounteous deep-brown curves with a nervous greed makes for an interesting contrast, leaving deep dimples in her pliant curves. His hands gradually work their way up from her butt to the small of her back. Yet even though he is holding her in the grip that makes them look like two passionate lovers there is something unmistakably prurient, selfish and adolescent in the way he runs his hands all over her, focusing totally on moving from one obvious target - the ass cheeks, the hips, the midriff, to another.

Soon Spangle is slithering around the side of Feral like a snake, quite ironically since she's the one who ought to be the specialist in animal-mimicking motions, and wraps his hands around her waist from behind. When he gets all the way behind her Feral's face is showing no small degree of embarrassment, knowing that the image of his hands closing around her swinging melons and giving each a hearty squeeze, letting her bikini-covered nipples peek out through the gaps between his fingers, will be captured with each burst of the flashbulb. He playfully bounces them up and down in his hands as Feral sighs loudly and grips his wrists. When she subtly pulls his grip away, he immediately slides his hands down to her waist and forces her to grind her bottom against his crotch. With one of his hands, Spangle extends two fingers and draws them rapidly up and down along the tight surface of the bikini covering her poon, and she can be seen biting her lip. "Oh good, looks like she's already nice and wet," Influence says with an appreciative giggle. "Ok, I think that will be good to set the scene that the boy wonder has gotten this wild babe feeling as frisky as a cat in heat. And it'll sell especially well to the fanboy demographic, since the one getting to have a 'Discovery Channel' moment with the queen of beasts here, is the only cape in the League almost as pathetic..." Influence catches herself and her eyes flick over to Spangle, but he is quite engrossed in running his tongue over the underside of the gorgeous woman's chin (he can't comfortably reach her ear). So, Influence shrugs and belatedly finishes her quip: "...as them. Whew." she runs a hand over her forehead.

"Now, let's show the proper lead in. Lie down there, Spangle." He does as he's told, immediately struggling to keep his hands away from the tent he's pitching in his pants. She comes over to touch Feral, who looks like she's starting to develop second thoughts gain, on the elbow and run a hand over her hip lasciviously. "Now Mari... why don't you go show the proper way to get ready and sit on his face for a minute?"

The sidekick looks like he's already on the verge of losing it before having done anything else as the pleasingly round, yet firm and muscular chocolate rump descends over his face, her barely covered slit covering his mouth completely and his nose wedged firmly in her ass-crack. He looks like he's struggling to breathe as the camera zooms in on him, but he doesn't seem to mind terribly. Loud, muffled moans start coming from down there and the short-haired woman astride his mouth begins softly grasping and playing with one of her boobs, putting the other hand over her open mouth. Soon her eyes are fluttering in pleasure. She doesn't even object when Spangle peels the gossamer-thin bikini to the side and plunges his tongue inside of her - a close up of him spreading her narrow brown slit open to expose the pink shows it in lavish detail. Influence snaps a few more pictures and is no longer attempting to hide it as she touches her own breasts.

"Damn it... I wish I'd thought to bring a toy..." the older woman mutters under her breath. "Alright kids. Now for the part I'm sure Spangle will especially enjoy." She pushes a condom packet into Feral's hand. "Mari, baby let me get a photo of you dramatically tearing the packet open with your teeth." The curvaceous black model giggles softly and squishes her huge breasts together between her elbows as she bites down on the wrapper, waits for the camera flash, and them dramatically tears it open, letting it flash again.

Feral's powerful thighs flex in the glistening studio light as she stands up off of Spangle, who is gasping for air and wearing exactly as dumb a grin as you'd expect from a horny young guy in his position. She looks into his eyes and seems flattered, in a poised, superior kind of way, by the **** longing she sees in return. She settles down alongside him, rubs her hefty cleavage on his chest, and then peels down his stars-and-stripes speedo to expose his short, thick knob.

"Oh wow," Influence chimes in, getting a picture. "Looks like the boy patriot is a grower, not a shower. Spangle, honey, don't let the jerks in the locker room tell you different, it's thickness that counts, not length. Mari, don't try and get fancy by rolling it onto him with your mouth or anything, this is supposed to be educational. Kinda."

Feral turns side-on to the camera and strikes another pose, winking and playfully miming a claw with one of her hands while starting to slip the rubber onto his little patriotic flagpole. She pauses to let Influence take a picture at each phase of the process, unrolling the rubber an inch at a time, striking several booty-waving poses with her firm, inviting bottom tensed for the camera each time. "Perfect, perfect!" Influence purrs lustily.

"Really, you should've done lewd shoots like this a long time ago, Mari. You're perfectly suited for it." Influence gives one of her tensed butt cheeks a light slap, making Feral yelp in surprise, but it is followed by a satisfied murmur as she looks back steamily at the veteran telepath. "Yeah," Influence continues, "Just like that, strike a pose like a sexy wild lioness presenting herself for her mate, with your butt up in the air like that. Now it's your turn, Spangle. Now that you're all safely strapped up, let's show how to properly use it."

Halfway through her latest pose, the famously curvaceous ebony heroine looked up over her shoulder and coughed awkwardly, her eyes widening. "Wait, what...? You don't mean, him, he actually..." her normally deep, sultry voice gets higher pitched in an almost girlish tone, "...he's actually going to put it inside me...? That, that ain't right, we're not together or any-"

While she's been talking Spangle has been springing up to his feet and squatting down right behind Feral, immediately beginning to hot-dog his latex-clad shaft in the firm, springy cleft of feminine ass in front of him.