Future Problems

Laboratory of the naughty Dr. Octopussii.

“Failed” clone of the notorious Doc Ock.

      One vial spun in the air at high speed, the test tube began separating its contents with each rotation. The mechanical tentacle holding the glass tube anchored itself in the air. Its lower half shifted and moved as Dr. Octopussii moved throughout her small laboratory. Two of Alyvia Octavius’ tentacle arms manipulated controls. Monitoring other parts of her experiment. She noted test results as they came in on her tablet.

      The fourth tentacle arm’s girth acted as a stool as its scientific device pistoned between her legs. The triangular claw attachments gripped her Mons pubis and Perineum. The built-in dildo darting in and out of her vagina was monitored by the A.I. in the tentacle’s data control center. Located along Alyvia’s spine.

      The A.I.’s goal with this tentacle was to keep Alyvia on the edge of orgasm as she conducted her scientific research. One arm would occasionally run a beaker up her inner thighs and collect biological samples of ecstasy secretions. Alyvia would label each beaker as the tentacle presented one to her. She then continued her documenting her experiment. All while the fourth tentacle continued fucking her.

      The crucial stage was nearing, Dr. Octopussii had been working for four straight days. Her body shook.

      “AH MM... AH…” She moaned.

      The two tentacles manipulating the controls froze for a second. Jolting back to motion they jumped back to the controls and started halting and powering down different devices.

       Alyvia’s body shook. The tentacles A.I. register she was over her E.t.O. Limit. Edging to Orgasm Limit.

       “Ah. Kya. Igh. Ohh…” She moaned. “Fuck! Yess, Sweeties! More!” She screamed.

      The rush of neural chemicals floods her nucleus accumbens, hippocampus, operculum, and insula. Her anterior and cingulate cortices, paracentral lobule, and cerebellum were flooded next.

      Each portion of her brain added to the ecstasy as the tentacle pistoned her faster. The interior of her vagina fluxed and rippled with each movement of the six-inch pink and mint-colored dildo.

      A test tube slipped from her hand. The spinning tentacle that was acting as a centrifuge moved to grab the tube, only to send the three test tubes it held flying into a wall across the lab. It missed catching the tube as it had not slowed down enough.

      Tentacles Two and Three finished the shutdown of the experiment’s control system. Both moved to enhance Subject V.O. aka Dr. Octopussii’s biological reproductive reward system. Each of their three claws clamped around Octopussii’s breasts. The heated and soft rubber-like pads initiated mammary manipulation and stimulation.

      Six claws massaged Alyvia’s B-cup breasts. Each twisted and torqued at different strengths, speeds, and angles. They pulled her deeper into the throws of another orgasm. Her cries of pleasure filled the small laboratory. 

      Drool, snot, and tears ran down her face, dripping over her chest. “Fuucck! Aaahn! Ahhh! Yeee…” She screams as her vagina pulsates and sends ecstasy throughout her body. Her whole body lifts off the ground and three tentacles’ girthy stocks loop out along the floor to support her from underneath. Alyvia’s arms and legs dangled as she shook from the orgasm’s power.

      She jerks hard, arms and legs flop. Her back arcs uncontrollably. Tentacles Two and Three inject large needles directly into her nipples. They sample and search for mammary nourishment production, milk.

      Finding none, the long needles slowly extract from the erect pink centers of Alyvia’s quarter inch long nipples. The metal retracts into the tentacles as the claws continue the pleasure enhancement and manipulation of her breasts. 

      Tentacle one presents Alyvia with a 1,000 ml beaker overflowing with sticky liquid. Having collected her juices as she orgasmed. Alyvia’s hand is instantly soaked as she grabs the glass container. Another tentacle presents her with three test tubes. She selected one and filled it with her own orgasmic sample.

      Passing off the test tube, she smiles and sips on the beaker’s sweet contents. Her sip turns to a deep thirst. Her juices slip past her lips, washing her mouth and throat in sweet heavenly chemicals. So strong is her desire the juices spill out of each side of the beaker, running down her chin and coating her breasts.

      Half of the beaker's contents drained, Dr. Octopussii takes a deep breath and begins surveying her laboratory. She adjusts a dial preparing to resume her experiment.

      Maybe, I should replace the needles with suction pumps to stimulate milk production, Alyvia thinks. She takes a drink of the sweet juices Tentacle One gathered. The hairs on her neck stand up. Alyvia’s eyes lock onto Tentacle One. It drops to the ground to the broken test tube that she dropped. Darting up it points to the three smashed tubes and dripping samples on the far wall.

       “Fuck.”

      All four tentacles shrug.

      In a second she hovered in front of the refrigerated sample case. The tentacles having carried her. Her hand pulls out the empty test tube rack.

      A chill runs down her spine and through the tentacles. They visibly shake.

       ‘I need her.’ She whispered. “Samples.” She cackles moving to the door. “Alright, Sweeties, let’s go find Spider-boi and milk her for samples.”

      Tentacle Four slides out of her pussy, retracing the dildo into itself as she leaves. Another pulls off her lab coat. The only clothing she had been wearing. The final two tentacles grab her black and hot pink skin-tight latex costume and belt containing sample collection tubs.

      Perhaps we can find other specimens on the way, Alyvia smiles at the thought of a wider range of data sets. Dr. Octopussi leaves to hunt down her favorite specimen, the one and only Cumtacular Spider-boi. 

The Heist Interrupted

       “Alright multiverse readers, my name is Gwen Staci and for the past 18 months, I have been the one and only Spider-boi. I was attacked by a sexy spider, gained spider-”

       “What's that? How is a spider sexy?” The white hood with pink-webbing interior shadowed Gwen’s white face mask with pink highlighted eyes, “Trust me and don’t search it online. It jumps between sexy and creepy too fast. The important thing is; the spider bit me and I have superpowers.” 

       The slim figure in her white with pink highlights costume, all black from her small breasts down swings between buildings. *thicc, thicc,* a webline jets out of her white-pink wrist and sticks to a distant skyscraper.

       “Now, I fight crime, web-up criminals, rescue people, have a normal life, and try not to get in the way of the other 20ish spider-people doing the same thing. I hear other dimensions only have a couple of spiders each and that normal life, it never seems to happen.”

       “And today, today I forgot my compression shorts. Now if my best friend Petey Porkens gets to close with his zoom lens he and the world will know I have a large dick and balls. Right now they think of me as a female trouble-making hooded webhead and that's the way I like it. Don’t get me wrong, I like my dick. I was born with it. But I like being a woman. Actually, I really like my dick, after the bite it is four times the size and feels amazing. No wait, it feels spectacular.”

      “I gotta say, I’m liking the cool breeze on my ball as I fly through the air.” Spider-boi lands on a window in a deep squat, her large ass jiggling inches away from the glass. Two officer workers drop their documents as she lunges out of the squat. Spider-boi dives into a saute. Toes pointed sharply down, arms bowing, hands hovering over her crotch.

      * thicc, thicc,* she shoots a webline out and begins a long deep swing through the air.

      “What? Oh, you want to know about why I’m called Spider-boi? That’s frustrating but kinda funny. It was a shadow on one of Petey’s photos that made the paper and socials.” She said.

      Coming alongside a black glass skyscraper, Spider-boi checks out her slim body and large hips as she swings past. The people inside think she is giving them the thumbs up.

      “Don’t worry, I changed my costume so it won't happen again. Now there are podcasts and videos debating whether I’m a guy or a girl. I posted about it once and told the world I’m a woman. It went viral, but the name had already stuck. Sorry about the pun, it was that or a quip and I try to save the best quips for villains.”

      Voooopop! Voooopop! Voooopop! One of my powers is the ability to sense damage. Unlike the other spider-persons, the tingling is in my balls not my head.

      *thicc, thicc.* Spider-boi swings in the direction her balls tell her to head too.

      Releasing the webline, Spider-boi’s body arched through the air. Her figure in the shape of a slightly bent ‘Y.’ She lands gracefully. The toes of her blue near mint colored ballet slippers touch first on the top edge of the parapet wall. Her knees and legs bent and spread as she dropped into a squat to absorb the kinetic energy of her landing. Her pink-web gloves with white fingertips came to rest on the edge of the short wall. Just off center of her body as she did her best to hide the large bulge running between her leg and suit.

      Scanning the rooftop, she thinks, Inside? Leaning forward she vaulted through the air with a swift jump. Her jump became an in-air pirouette. Landing hands first on the bulkhead’s edge she continued moving. Spiders-boi’s triangle-shaped body rolled into a somersault, placing her in another deep squat just above the roof's door. Leaning forward, her large hips balanced her as she tapped the door lever.

      Always locked, she thought. Her mask’s large eyes emoted her frustration. Pulling herself upright she stood with heels together, toes pointed outwards to the side. Under her mask, her left cheek tensed and that side of her mouth raised, as if to say, ‘Not Impressed.’

       ‘Fine, the vents again.’ She whispered to herself.

      Stepping off the bulkhead she landed in front of the door, her strong black-clad calves easily absorbing the six-foot drop. Hips sway right and left, she walks to the large inverted ‘J’ shaped rooftop vent. Her gloved hands lay flat over the ventilation grille. One higher than the other.

      Narrr, Plonk!

      Without thinking she sticks to the ventilation grille to access the HVAC ducts. Her spider-enhanced muscles pop it off the vent housing. Tossing the two-foot by two-foot grille at the door Gwen’s index and pinky finger point outward. Her middle and ring finger tap the trigger of her web-shooter in one fluid motion. The ventilation grille sticks to the wall just below waist height, safe from damage.

       ‘The guys who installed this better have done a good job. I don't need my suit getting caught on a million screws.’ She whispered.

      Place a glove on either side of the interior ducting she hopped. Her feet come off the ground as her chest curves into the duct. An echo of a fight below rings through the metal.

      Tighter than I thought, she thinks. Her arms pressed into sides. Sliding in she felt her cock brush against the edge. Lifting her hips, her suit provided no protection from the cool surface. Gwen moaned as her cock rubbed along the cool metal.

      ‘Ouu aaah.’ ‘Ouu aaah.’ ‘Ouu aaah.’ ‘Ouu aaah.’ Her moan echoes throughout the HVAC system.

      She wiggled further in. The cool edge of the vent’s metal surface slid along her shaft pressing it hard into her hot muscular thigh with each movement. Wiggling again her hips and ass she moved a few more inches in.

      Click, came from her right. Click, came from her left.

       “NO!”

      *thicc, thicc,* came from her right. *thicc, thicc,* came from her left.

       Both web shooters fired. A warm rush of white sticky threading bounced off her hips. A spatter sound rang around her as the webs flooded the entrance to the ventilation shaft. A chill ran down her spine. Her legs swung back and forth as she searched for leverage.

       The light blue ballet shoes missed the ground by mere inches and missed the far side of the ‘J’ vent by a foot as they swung in the air. Five minutes passed before she heard banging on the stairs. It was followed by a loud crash.

      Paisley S. Carter aka Sin-Eater, the older one, burst through the roof access door. A large black duffle bag was thrown over one shoulder. Both her nipples poked out of her black long-sleeve shirt and rubbed on the back of her bulletproof vest. She felt a ripple of excitement rush through her. The heist was going perfectly. A cool rush of autumn air slipped behind her vest and her bare midriff. Smiling under the purple ski mask she ran for the rooftop ledge. The bagginess of her green camo pants made each of her enhanced strides fluid and easy.

      Bentley S. Carter aka Sin-Eater, the younger one, ran onto the roof. His clothing matched Paisley’s except for his shirt being longer and tucking into his pants. His eyes caught on a familiar ass as he scanned the rooftop for trouble. A large and juicy ass in black spandex stuck out of a ventilation duct. Two similarly clad legs swung just off the ground. A pair of light blue ballet slippers swished inches above the roof’s stone pebble surface. 

      “Pais, take the loot back home. I’m gonna set up a diversion for any nearby do-gooders.”

      She jumped over the ledge with the duffle bag, without even looking at her brother. “See you at home, Lil’ bro!”

      Music echoes from a party on an adjacent rooftop. Pulling off his purple mask and vest he sets them on the floor. Flashing a smile to a nearby rooftop, Bentley turns to Spider-boi’s ass. He runs both hands through his le pomp haircut, re-fluffing the long portion of black-brown hair crowning his head. Smiling, he enjoys the view. The spectacular spider-ass: cheeks big, juicy, and round shine as the sun touches the suit's black fabric. Her angular athletic legs are clad in the same fabric. Framed by her trademark light-blue ballet slippers.

      Is that webbing? He thinks. A gooey white ring coats the entrance to the vent. Oh my god, she webbed herself. He holds back laughter.

      Gwen doesn’t hear him approach or unzip his pants. Halfway in the vent, she struggles to move either forward or backward. Her arms were pinned to her side and her feet were just off the ground. Each foot swung helplessly. Had she been able to see herself, she would have been more frustrated. Three inches was the gap from her toes to the roof. The ballet slippers missing the traction of the roof.

      “Trying to stop us?” He said. Bentley unzipped his green camo pants. “I’m gonna enjoy this, Spider-boi.” He unbuckled his matching tactical belt. With a practiced flick of his wrist, his cock and balls flopped out. Bentley wasn’t sure if it was lucky genetics or the experimental drugs that had turned his father into the original Sin-Eater. But either way, he enjoyed the look and feel of his 11-inch cock.

      His shaft was already at half-chub from the excitement of the heist. Seeing the slender, almost angular legs attached to the thicc ass swing back and forth moved him to full mast. If I had a nickel for every gooseneck vent that caught a superhero or crook, he thought, shaking his head. Tease or just fuck her?

      Bentley stepped up behind the trapped hero. He pulled out his Bowie knife, a collector's item from the 80’s. The survival knife still had half its original tool crammed into its round handle. The compass in its pommel still pointed North. He lifted the blade high into the sky.

      Sslloopop! Sslloopop! Sslloopop! Gwen’s balls pulsed with anticipation. What!? She thought. Her balls only tingled like that before sex.

      Crack!

      Her ass jiggled. A long piece of metal struck her left cheek. The cool metal rested across her ass for a moment.

      Fuck, Bentley. Really? She thought.

      The metal was gone. She relaxes. Then a point poked her balls from behind. She tensed. A long thin metal strip pressed along her taint and ass. “No! NO! Bentley! Not now!” She shouted.

      Bentley lifted the flat of the large knife off Gwen’s suit and ass after she stopped jiggling. Licking the back of the blade he then placed it between the stuck hero’s legs. Finding just the right placement he pressed the tip into her suit. She squirmed, her shouting muffed by the vent.

      “Don't worry Gwen. I’d love to help you get unstuck. With this cool autumn, we are going to have to heat you up. Really get the sweat flowing to lube you up. Then I can pull you free.”

      “What? What did you say? Ben, don’t do what I think-” She felt the cool metal run from her taint, tapping on her anus and running up between her ass cheeks. The cool autumn air rushed over her exposed white buttocks as her suit split apart.

      Her balls vibrated. A tongue slid along her ass crack. Precum leaked out of her hardening cock. A gooey warmth spread on her thigh and suit, just above her knee. She felt the suit stretch and tear as her cock filled with excitement. Her cock wanted to escape the black fabric. Gwen was always eight inches, soft or hard. “Fuck.”

      Her cock split more of the suit open and swung out into freedom. Bobbing in the air as she felt Bentley’s tongue play with her asshole.

      Mmm. I’ve missed this ass, he thought. Bending down to his knees, Bentley jammed the large knife into the vent next to them. Both hands spread Spider-boi’s ass cheeks apart. His mouth salivated as his tongue slid down the hero's ass. He felt his own cock twitch with desire.

       ‘Ahh ohh ah’ Gwen moaned softly. A tongue flicked over her anus.

      Dripping with saliva his tongue finished playing with her anus. The tight little starfish had tried to pull him in as he flicked it. He played with her taint just the same. Her smooth balls rested on his chin. Bentley’s right hand released her juicy ass and reached for her long shaft. Taking one ball into his mouth his tongue began coating it in warm sticky saliva. 

       “Oh!! Fuucckkk!” Echoed down the vent. Gwen squirmed more as he played with her.

      A rugged hand wrapped around her cock. Bentley’s grip was delicate and firm at the same time. He only stroked her four times. Letting her ball slip out he gave her other ball a light kiss. With a fresh coat of slimy saliva on his tongue, he licked her taint and began tracing circles around her bussy’s entrance. 

       ‘God! Ahh.’ She moaned. Doing her best to restrain it from echoing down into the building.

      On his fifth rotation, Bentley attacked. His tongue plunged into Spider-boi. He felt her flinch. The velvet softness of her rectum cinched on him. Pulling him. Her anus coated in his saliva puckered repeatedly as if it was trying to kiss his lips. He swirled his tongue around in her depths.

       ‘Ahh! Fucckk mee!’ She stifled her moan by biting her lip. She felt both of his rough hands start kneading her ass cheeks.

      Bentley’s mouth overflowing with saliva pressed in firm. His tongue licked faster. He wanted to smile. His timing was perfect. Gwen puckered and relaxed, he blew all the saliva into her asshole. 

      The eyes of Gwen's mask widened as a warm liquid rushed into her. Some of it shot in further than his playful tongue. She held back a moan. The tongue disappeared from her bussy. A second later it slipped up along her crack, leaving a sticky tail.

       Sslloopop! Sslloopop! Sslloopop! She felt Bentley stand up. A rock-hard cock slapped her balls friskily. It moved backward.

      Bentley looked down at the ruined suit as he stood. His cock slapped into Spider-boi’s balls midshaft. The warmth of her sack felt good as it rested on his cock. He slid backward and his shaft dragged along Spider-boi’s smooth balls. With his right hand, he cupped his balls and shaft. With a tilt of his head, he began dribbling drool along his eleven-inches. His mushroom tip pressed into the back of Spider-boi's ball sack. His flex slowly. Simulating fucking her balls as saliva coated his cock. Her moans came from the vent, muffled. Smiling, he knew she was excited for the next part.

      His hand became soaked with saliva as he slipped along his large cock, evenly spreading the slime. Pressing the tip into her bussy, the tight little starfish puckered. He sunk in. Pausing with just his tip in, he leaned back. Enjoying her puckering along his ridge, trying to pull him back in. Both hands grasped her white ass cheeks. Biting his lower lip Bentley made one long motion. All of his eleven-inches sunk into her hungry ass.

      A loud moan escaped the vent. Bentley smiled, figuring people on the first floor probably heard her. He said, “Here we go, Spider. time to get you all sweaty.”

      Hips pushing back in, his cock slid in and out of the hero’s ass. He only paused on the first withdrawal. Just long enough for her anus to pucker around his cockhead.

      Gwen’s moans alternated between more muffled and less muffled as she was filled with Bentley’s hard cock. He had a fast rhythm. Both of her feet bent up and her ballet slippers tried to find purchase on his legs or chest. She manages a frown as he wraps his arms around her legs and grabs her ass. Trapping her more. Her moans came out loud as he slid over her prostate when he entered and soft as he pulled out. She arched her back every time he pulled out lifting her ass to him. Wanting him in her. The side of her face mask was pressed into the metal of the vent as she squirmed with pleasure.

      He worked his hips over her for twenty minutes as she gripped his cock. Whenever he worked up a mouth full of saliva he splashed his shaft with it and playfully smacked her ass. She moaned the loudest each time. His pace quickened as he felt the building pressure in his balls.

      Her ass cheeks felt his grip tighter, his hips slammed into her faster. His groans of pleasure came through the vent muffled. She moaned more as he thrust into her.

      “Ohh! Fuccc! Ahh Ahh  ahhh!” He moaned. Cum rushed from his balls through his long cock. His hips bucked into Spider-boi’s ass and held. Pressing hard. The ecstasy of his orgasm ripped through every cell in his body.

      She heard the loud moan from outside. His cock slammed into her hard.

      “Ahh! Yess! Oh FUCK” She screamed. Her balls pulsed and her cock throbbed. Sticky cum was released from her balls. A deluge of stringy cum shot from her cock. Her boy juices splatter onto the far side of the ‘J’ vent holding her captive. Gwen felt Bentley’s hot cum fill her as his cock twitched deep in her bussy.

      “Ahh ahhh!” he moans again. A second ejaculation of cum shoots deep into Spider-boi. Resting on the top edge of the vent he saw a few partiers shouting and waving at him.

      The second load of his cum filled Gwen, she let out another loud moan. Her cock twitched and her ball released more cum. Her legs shook wrapped in Bentley’s strong arms. Gooey and waify strings of cum hung from her cock. Her breathing had become heavy. As she lay along the curved vent it was the first time she had been thankful for getting stuck.

      She felt him lean over her and rest on the vent. His breathing matched hers. Minutes slipped by before either knew it. His cock would twitch every few seconds, causing Gwen’s to twitch in response.

      Slowly Bentley’s cock slips out of her bussy. Two large hands grasp her hips. They dig in mashing and squeezing. Rough, not playful.

       “Realy?” She asks with a mix of excitement and frustration.

       Hips bump into her cheeks. A log rests along her ass cleavage for a second.

      Fucking Bent- Her thought is interrupted by a strong force. The webbing slowly begins to snap, strand by strand. A dozen pop apart; a series of fast snapping, almost crackling noises fill the ductwork. She is whipped free.

      Her mask’s eye dilated to adjust for the sudden brightness. Her ass smacked back along the log. It twitches as they press together. Gwen spins in a full circle, her back pressed into Bentley’s chest. Her knees tucked up to her chest. Her cock and balls freely bounced below her. Toes pointed to the ground.

       The spin stops.

       “There just like I said. Just need to get you all sweaty and you would slip right out.” Bentley says through Gwen’s hood as he leans his head next to hers.

      Her ballet slippers touch the ground and Bentley releases her. Spinning, Gwen looks at him. Her cock wiggles and comes to rest on her thigh. He has the grin of a boy who just got away with mischief.

       “So you rob the place and then fuck me when I come to stop you?” Gwen asks. Her mask’s eyes begin to un-dilate as she adjusts to the light. She reached one arm back over her head stretching. Her white cock with tiny veins bobs in the air, a slight pink tint to it. Wisps of string white cum float in the breeze, trailing off the tip of her half-hard cock.

       “Me? Commit a crime? I’m vaguely on the straight and narrow.” He wiggles his hips. His cock regained some strength. She notices his pants around his ankles. How did he pull off the spin?

       “You expect me to believe you after Venice?” She tilts her neck to each side and twists her shoulders and hips. Her cock swings back and forth at him.

      One arm stretches out. Bentley points to a nearby rooftop. Music wafts from it. Dozens of people were dancing and drinking. “I was at a party. You swung overhead and I watched you get stuck.” 

       Gwen looked over. A half dozen people cheered and shouted at her.

      Bentley waved and they cheered more. His other hand slides down his cock as it briskly grows.

       Under her mask, she chews on her lip. Well, he did get me out of that stupid vent… She thinks as she watches him continue to pull on his now half-hard cock.

Pulling up her mask she slips it over her button nose, Keeping her identity hidden from Bentley and the partiers. With a swift flex of her calves, she raises onto her toes and kisses his left cheek. Gwen steps back away from him.

      “What? That’s all the thanks I get?” His head tilts down to her and an eyebrow raises.

      She grabbed his cock with a grip only a spider-person could manage. Gwen places a finger to her lips, she said, “Quiet or that's all you get, Vent Fucker.”

      Stepping behind the vent she pulls Bentley along by his cock. Hiding them both from the partiers.

      Boos waft over to them.

      Gwen drops into her trademarked squat. Her mask hid the hunger in her eyes. The cock in her hand hardened and returned to its massive full length.

      Wetting her lips Gwen slid her tongue over his mushroom tip. It was hot and sticky. He tasted tangy and salty. Not bothering to remove her pink and white gloves she begins using both hands to slide along his shaft. Her tongue flicks around his head as it enters her mouth.

      Bentley groans as he strikes Spider-boi’s dangly uvula at the back of her mouth. Her tongue danced under his cock.

      His hot cockhead bumps into her soft palate and pushes into her throat. Gwen’s tongue savors the taste of his cock as she flicks it under his shaft.

      Moans escaped his mouth, “Ahh fucc ya Spiidderr.”

      As he slid deeper Gwen dropped a hand to caress and play with his balls. Her natural sticky grip makes him moan more as she pulls and releases one finger at a time. She gets stuck halfway down his shaft. She begins leaning back freeing his cock from her throat. Her hand pumps on his shaft mixing her saliva with his cum and other juices.

      His moans grow more intense each time she takes him back into her throat. Her cock leaks precum as it bobs around.

      Voooopop! Sslloopop! Voooopop! Sslloopop! Both her spider-scene tingle in her balls. Sending mixed signals.

      Bentley seizes each side of her hood. With a fierce yank, he shoves his full cock deep into Spider-boi’s throat. Pleasure washes over him. His cock twitches repeatedly and cum rushes down to her stomach. 

       “Oh Ahhh Fuckk! Ohhhah!” He moans.

      Gwen’s head snaps forward as his cock is driven roughly down her throat. Further than she had ever taken. As her nose is buried in his brown curly hairs, her cock pulses. Ecstasy spreads from her balls and races to her every limb. Her smooth balls eject stringy cum. Two long white tracks of cum arc out spraying into the gravel roofing. Her mind reels as Bentley pumps a second load of cum into her stomach.

      It takes him a moment to release his hold. When he does, Gwen tilts her head back and looks up at him. A smile filled with ecstasy covers his face. The spent cock softened as it slid past her lips. A dribble of salty cum is left on her tongue.

      Standup she rolls the cum in her mouth enjoying his flavor.

      Bentley leaning heavily on the vent, says, “Christ, Spider that was amazing. The way you played with my balls. It was like… It was.. I don't have words. Just fucking amazing.”

      I might have to train more for this cock, she thought drools and cum running down her face. As drops fall onto her flat chest they blend in with the white fabric of her upper costume. Her cock half-hard rests on her thigh. Leaning next to him she rakes the back of her hand along his cock, she says, “You should rescue more damsels in distress. We like giving out rewards.”

       Straightening himself Bentley pulls Gwen in and slips his tongue into her mouth. As they kiss he feels his cock rub on hers. His mind jumps to his knife and her torn costume. Letting her go he breaks off the kiss.

      She blushes, her mask hides most of it.

      Reaching for the hem of his shirt Bentley pulls it off over his head. His tanned muscles glistened in the sunlight. Tufts of chest hair shimmer with sweat. He wraps the black long-sleeve shirt around Gwen’s hips, making a cape for her ass.

      Pulling his knife out of the ductwork he bends over slightly and cuts a slit into one sleeve. “There you can tuck in and stay warm on the swing home.” Patting her right ass cheek Bentley slips the knife into its holster on his upper thigh.

       “Thanks.” Gwen awkwardly slips her 8-inch cock into the shirt sleeve just below the knot holding it in place. Her balls slid in afterward to escape the cool breeze.

       “You should install a zipper in that suit of yours. I mean how do you even go to the bathroom?” A cocky smile crossed his face as he teased.

       She mumbled a reply.

       “What?”

       “I said, I take the whole thing off.” Gwen replied. “Are you happy now?”

      “I’d like to see that sometime. If you get a zipper it will be a lot easier to have fun next time we bump into each other.” He waves his flaccid cock at her. It was still seven inches soft.

      Her hand reached out for a second before pulling it back to her chest. Crossing her arms, Gwen said, “What makes you think there will be a next time?”

      He smiled.

      It worked, her cock twitched and her balls vibrated with anticipation.

      “Next time, Spider-boi.” Bentley tucks his cock and balls back into his green camo pants. Grabbing the bulletproof vest off the gravel he runs and jumps off the roof in the opposite direction his sister had. Rolling onto the fire escape of the building he jumps over the rail and hops down to the next level.

       Gwen smiles as her cock twitches. Her eyes tracked Bentley’s cute ass.

      Leaning on the invented ‘J’ that had caused all of her problems Gwen waited until she was sure Bentley was gone. She switched out her spare web cartridges and then ducked out of sight of the neighboring rooftop party. Slipping off the building away from the party and Bentley’s exit, Spider-boi jumped into the air.

      *thicc, thicc* Her web-shooter shot a line of fluid to a distant building and she began a journey across the city to home and a spare costume. 

      Spider-boi was halfway home. Her swing at its peak, she let go of the webline and flew up into the air. Ass, dick, and balls hanging out as she twists one arm reaching out and readying for the next web-line.

      Voooopop! Voooopop! Voooopop!

      Gwen looked in the direction her senses indicated. Two blocks out, people ran from a storefront. Her mask hiding her frown, she moves her arm sixty degrees and shoots a web-line downward. With a swift tug, she swings down to investigate. Bentley’s shirt flapping behind her, hiding nothing.

      Glass windows explode at street level. A tall woman emerges, looking around. She smiles and comes fully out of the shop window. Dark brown hair in a shoulder-length bob with light olive skin. Her ample-sized chest is held by a micro bikini top. Her body changes at her waist into a mobile battle chair. In the form of a tarantula, dark brown with orange highlights. A half dozen shopping bags spilling over with bikinis and other swimwear in each hand.

      Trantulass? I don't have time for you today, Gwen thinks.

      Rearing twelve feet up into the air in the middle of the intersection the tarantula-themed villain surveyed the area. Trantulass searched the streets for her best escape route.

      Spider-boi switches to full hero mode and swings down behind Trantulass. Tucking her knees to her chest she releases the web-line. Both hands extend ahead of her. Each forms the sign language symbol for ‘I Love You.’ As luck would have it the hand signs were the same positions she used to tap her web-shooters triggers.

      *thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc,* Click, click, click, click, click, click. Webs launch from Spider-boi’s pink and white wrist.

      Halfway through her planned assault, the web-fluid runs out. 

      White sticky webs coat Trantulass’ mechanical legs and bind her arm to her torso. Without the last few shots to stabilize her, the villain teetered in the air.

      ‘AAAAHHHH!” she screams. She begins falling.

      The large eyes on Spider-boi’s mask widen. Her heart rate jumps. Then Gwen holds back a laugh.

      Trantulass’ fall is cut short, she slams into a vegetable stand. Heads of cabbage and bikinis fly into the air. Covering the street corner.

      Spider-boi lands in front of the villain and the vendor. Shrugging at the yelling vendor she feels Bentley’s shirt float down over her ass. Padding her hips she finds no spare web cartridges. Four steps later she is in the street. An NYC bus rushes past her, undeterred by the supercrime of the city streets. With a flex of her calves, the hero hops up two feet and plants a widespread hand onto the bus. Sticking instantly to the Bus Spider-boi slips to safety before someone notices her ripped suit. 

      Gwen doesn’t notice the milk ad on the bus or that her left-hand looks like it is sliding into the MILF’s cleavage as she pouts milk for her two smiling kids. The bus sails down the busy street as Gwen throws the villain and the vendor a two-finger salute as she disappears down the street.

      “I’ll get you Spider-boi!!!” Trantulass shouts. Her body twisting; struggling with the webs binding her every limb. A blanket of cabbage leaves and bikinis cover her. 

      Paisley dropped to the ground ten blocks from the heist. Standing upright she shifts the duffle bag back up onto her shoulder. Pulling on her shirt down, it had ridden up over the lower inch of her A-cup breasts. She smiled, Heist complete, she thought. Her hand reached for the keypad.  

      Her eyes blur and four copies of each number spin around each other. The last thing the daughter of the supervillain Sin-eater remembers is falling as the world fades into darkness.

      Ana Kravinoff holds up her phone and snaps a picture of her prey behind her. Passed out on the ground. A wicked smile graced her lips. She types the caption, ‘Hunter hunts the hunter. I’ll play with her tomorrow on a livestream. Cum see the pleasures Sin-Eater offers me.’ 

      Clicking Post, the leather and fur-clad Ultimate Hunter sends her 34 million followers the proof of her successful hunt. Over half of her followers live in and around New York City. Ana walks the line between Influencer and Supervillain. Citizens of NYC find it is always good to know where a villain is. It’s also a fun sexy time watching Ana play with her prey. Before she practices catch and release.

Stay tuned lustful readers for the next Cumtacular issue of Spider-boi.

Missing Sister & Doc’s Samples

      The next day Spider-boi slips out of a fifth-story window and ascends the building’s wall. Gwen froze as she climbed over the knee-high parapet wall of her apartment building. Her plan to start an evening patrol was interrupted.

      “How did you find me?” She asks.

      The purple mask-wearing figure holds out a notebook. It flops open halfway and a map unfurls. The New York City map is covered in hundreds of tiny circles with lines intersecting two at a time. 

      “I’ve tracked every sighting of you and checked it against crimes. I just drew lines from sightings to crimes until enough pointed to your starting point. Then it was just camping around until I saw you leave. I’ve known for months you've been fucking this cop. Smart keeps the other off your back. I need your help.” Bentley, aka Sin-Eater, says, “My Sister is missing.”

The End.

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De-stressing

       

        With an upward tug, her bedroom window slid open. Fresh air rolled in. Molly flopped onto her bed, her legs hanging off the edge. Using one foot to free the other she slipped out of her Old Skool Vans. The stuffiness of a room unused, since she started college, was replaced with sweat summer air. The flight had been long, cross country. Mother was still at work. Dad worked the late shift. She had no choice but to call a car. Thankful her mom had sent her traveling funds.

        Running one hand through her short hair Molly’s gaze roamed around the room. Across her assortment of miniatures, her role-playing book collection. Loving parents kept the room the same, posters and all. A gigantic blue dragon leered at her from across the room. Its blue-white scales rippled with muscles telling her he would jump from to poster if she wanted. Standing over a fallen castle wall his wings spread, majestic. Without thought Molly chewed on her lower lip.

        One hand rested on her chest. Her fingers brushed onto her supple b-cup breast under her oversized t-shirt. Her right hand tugged at the buttons on her loose-fitting jeans. She imagines the dragon descending above her. Its scale cover prepuce parted and the foreskin gave way to a long throbbing light blue shaft.

        As the dragon's cock sleek and arrow-like head neared her. Twin veins ran along either side of the shaft; they glowed as if made of lightning. Magically the beast was only slightly larger than her. The blue’s long fork tongue extended to her. Its head tilted and he began lower with slow beats of his massive wings. She opened her mouth and legs as it closed the distance. 

        The dragon’s head bucked up and started flailing back and forth. Lightning shot from its gaping maw into the sky above. Crackling bolts brightened the clouds as the blue-white energy cascaded through them.

        Brrrzzz, brrrzzz, brrrzzz, brrrzzz, brrrzzz, brrrzzz, came from the blue’s mouth.

        Molly snapped back to reality. The loud bothersome noise echoed in her room. It came from outside the window. Leaning up the image of the dragon's cock slipped from her mind. Molly frowned.

        ‘Stupid gardeners.’ She whispered.

        Swinging both feet she hopped up standing before her luggage in the middle of the bedroom. Twisting she bent over her backpack resting on her chair. Her hand grasps the window rail. Leaning in, she hunts for the disruptive gardener. The yard was empty. Her eyes jumped to the Wells’ yard next door.

        ‘There you are…’ She whispers.

        Molly’s hand drifted down between her legs. She watched the young man mowing the Wells’ yard. The young man stopped, stretched, and pulled off his green t-shirt. Clad only in blue running shoes and tight-fitting black drawstring shorts. Sweat droplets rolled down and around his well-defined back.

        Oh, damn, she thought. She rubbed her honey pot through her faded blue jeans. He made two full passes the length of the backyard. Pausing he looked across the yard and then turned off the lawnmower.

        Molly pulled back from the window. Did he see me? She thought.

        He looked back to the house. His deltoids and biceps were large and defined. “Ya, Mom?” he shouted.

        “Jonny, it’s hot out! Come in for something to drink!” Mrs. Wells yelled.

        “Sure, Mom.” The neighbor boy began walking across the yard.

        Holy shit! I was diddling Honey to Jonny! She thought. She stumbles over her suitcase falling onto her bed. Jesus, when did little Jonny grow up? And those muscles?

        Her thoughts drifted. A younger Jonathan Wells and the sexy stack of muscles outside her window. Little Jonny Wells was a year and a half younger than Molly Tompkins. Jonny was always rail skinny and had a mousey nature. He had followed her around the neighborhood since he was twelve. Anything she was into he showed an interest in. Molly started playing tabletop role-playing games in middle school. Jonny conceived his parents to let him join her weekly adventures. 

        Her fingers were fondling her labia as one pressed deeper in. Molly’s white cotton panties covering the back of her hand were soaked. His now broad shoulders filled her mind. Instead of a dragon she now pictured handsome Jonny over her.

        ‘I wonder if he has a girlfriend?’ she quietly asks. Images of Jonny flooded her brain. She didn’t recall ever seeing him with a girl.

        He's not? She thought, He can’t be, his character was always trying to flirt with mine.

        “Thanks, Mom. After this, I’ll need the extra battery and I’ll finish up the yard.” Came through the window.

        You can mow my yard, she thought. Wait?! She hopped up and looked out the window. The lawnmower was parked a few feet past the patios. The matching patios. A devious thought of sunbathing pops into her head.

        She turned and almost tripped over her suitcases. Pushing herself through to her dresser she began pulling it apart. “I just need,” she said, “Perfect.” She triumphantly held up a white bikini. The only real fabric on it was the small triangles slightly larger than in nipples. Like the rest of her clothing, Molly thought it would be loose fitting. The microkini would only prove more helpful for her plan. Jerking the fading ‘Choose Your Weapon’ t-shirt off, she unhooked her bra. Her jeans slid down with ease already unbuttoned.

        Naked she ran down the stairs, at the bottom she pulled on the microkini’s thong. Rounding the corner from the hallway she rushed to the living room. She had to adjust the thong with each step to keep it on. Stopping in front of the two French doors that connected to the patio she pulled on the skimpy top. Without any strings to tie, the bikini hung loose on her chest and hips.

        Another thing to ask Mom to buy, she thought.

She pushed thoughts of shopping with her mother to the back of her mind before she saw Jonathan Wells. When she had gotten home she couldn’t wait for her mom to return. They were going to plan a shopping trip for tomorrow. She had lost some weight, eating like all the other broke college students. Her clothes were loose and baggy around her small frame. Some she couldn’t wear at all. Her thoughts now wholly focus on getting Jonny’s attention.

        Smiling, Molly saw her mother’s lace-up platform wedge sandals. She stepped into them and began tying the black ankle straps. Each knot cinched on her outer legs. She straightened up four inches taller. Crossing the room she grabbed the first magazine she saw on the coffee table.

        Throwing open both French doors she rushed to the lounge chair nearest the short fence. At three feet high it was only meant to keep the Wells’ twin Pomskies in their yard. Lifting the chair’s back slightly she would be able to pretend to read as she watched little Jonny work. Hopefully with his shirt still off.

        Sitting down opened the magazine and flipped it right-side up. Modern Micro Gardens for Home Bars. She flipped it to a page containing a mojito recipe. Not focused on the magazine, her eyes searched for the hunk’s return.

        Ok, do I call out to him when I see him? Let him see me? She thought. Planning the best way to ‘accidentally’ bump into the hot neighbor.

        Click, sqquueeaakkk! The back gate opened.

        Jonathan rounded the corner to the Tompkins' backyard. Hoping to find Mrs. Tompkins working in her garden. He was only in his shorts and shoes. He stopped in his tracks.

        “Molly?” He asked, “When did you get back?”

        “Jonny. Hey, what's up.” She replied, “Sneaking into my house?”

        “What?! No, my mom asked me to check with yours. If you need the lawn mowed.”

        To Jonny, Molly looked even more pretty than when she left for college. Any trace of unnecessary fat was gone, it made her B cups look larger than he always imagined. Below them, he saw the faint outline of her ribs. Her stomach was flat, smooth. Hips flaring out just enough to give her an hourglass figure. Her legs rested against each other as she lounged, her skin light and fair. A magazine rested on her thighs. The wedges made her calf pop as they arched her feet. The black ribbons tied around her ankles caught his eyes and he felt his loins shift. She had cut her long dark brown hair. It had been past her shoulder, now it was short. He didn't know the term for it but her pixie cut showed off her neck and cute face. He thought he was going to faint when she smiled at him.

        He looked six inches taller than the last time she had seen him, a little over nine months ago. He had added at least fifty pounds of muscle. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him. His fair skin was lightly tanned. Only a faint outline of a farmer's tan. He sported a short faux hawk. With natural blond highlights in his sun-lightened brown hair. Wearing only his running shoes and tight shorts he was more impressive up close.

        “Oh ah, I like her new hair.”

        She smiled, “You do? I love how short it is, you could run your fingers through it all night.”

        “Ya, I love it too.” He blushed.

        Molly felt a rivulet of juice slip out of her honey pot. It rolled down between her ass cheeks. Her nipples hardened. The two pick rocks threatening to push off the small triangles resting on her breasts. Sliding the magazine off her legs as she turned to Jonny and sat up. Arching her back she accentuated her breasts. One leg slips off the lounge chair, the wedge clacks lightly as she places it on the concrete. Pulling her other leg close to her chest she looks up at the mass of muscles.

        Fuck, how did I not notice how cute he is? She thinks. Her legs spread giving him a show. She felt another rivulet ooze from her lips and slide downwards.

        His eyes locked on her. Not her smile or the loose straps threatening to fall off and expose her breasts, but lower. On her clean-shaven pussy, the bikini bottom was loose. It hung to one side slightly, almost clinging to her thigh. Juices flowed out of it. His cock hardened, pressing on the tight-fitting fabric. It threatened to slide down his leg. His body instinctively shifts, trying to give his cock space to swell in his black shorts.

        Her eyes drift down his body. His muscles looked bigger than when she watched him from her window. Dropping from his abs her eyes locked on his cock. It was snaking its way down his shorts. The bulge grows with each breath. 

        Christ, she thought. She asked, “How big is it? I mean how did you get so much muscle?” She blushed and tried not to bite her lip.

        “Oh, when you left my uncle put me to work laying bricks.” he answered, “I’ve been working after school and on weekends ever since.”

        She licked her lips, his head had stopped growing halfway to his knee. The cloth does little to hold it back or hide its size. Good job Uncle Wells, she thought, looking up to his six-pack.

        “Oh, but don't worry, I still play with the group every week. We started a new campaign after you left.”

        “Cool, cool. So do you bring your girlfriend to the game?”

        “Girlfriend? Ah, no, I don't have one.”

        “Me either. Or a boyfriend.”

        Molly slides to the edge of the lounge chair and starts to rise. She was halfway up when her left breast bumped into Jonny’s reaching hand. Without a thought, his fingers cupped her soft warm boob. Her nipple pokes his palm. Before he can say it was an accident, she speaks.

        “Jonny, I was just thinking the same thing.”

        He turns bright red.

        Molly’s left-hand grasps his shorts. Pulling him close and giving her other hand an opening to snake down along his cock. She begins to lower herself into a squat. Pulling the drawstring she slides his shorts to his ankles. He steps out of them.

        “Let me show you what I’ve learned at college.” She says with a grin. Molly extends her forearm, resting his balls in her hand. Little Jonny’s cock runs from her wrist to her elbow. His dark pink cockhead leaked precum into the crevice of her elbow. It was warm and sticky.

        Fuck, that has to be 8? 9? Inches, she thinks. Looking up he was all smiles.

         She rolled his balls in one hand. Her other hand slid along his shaft. Molly began sucking on his tip like it was her favorite flavor of lollipop. It only took a minute for him to start rocking back and forth. Slowly fucking her face. The first time his engorged head hit her uvula it tickled. Then his cock began tapping it repeatedly. She was only able to get a little under half of his cock in her mouth.

        “Molly. I’ve wanted this for so long.” It came out between moans. Jonny’s mind raced to last Halloween. The blowjob from the little minx in a Harley Quinn costume and what they did afterward along the side of his house. He had run into her on his way home. Molly’s blow job was much better than Harley’s had been.

        God Jonny, your hottest piece of ass I’ve ever sucked off, Moly thought. Her head bobbed back and forth. Her tits bounced with every movement; one started escaping the loose bikini. As his dick penetrated her mouth Molly flicked her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She would twist it up on one side, then back down, and up the other side. As he pulled out she repeated. With every entry, she was treated to a tasty salty snack. He moaned with each movement. He lasted five minutes. 

        “Ah…oh.. I’m gonnna… cum…” He moans.

        Molly pulls her head back, lips sealing on his tip. The first load fills her mouth, he flinches and his dick slips out from between her lips. Hot and gooey cum splatters on her face, running from the side of her eye to her chin. Molly was already licking her lips as this third load of batter struck her face. It covered her forehead and nose. She smiled at the sweet salty taste. Her tongue licked at droplets as they oozed down her face.

        “Fuck Jonny. You’re nasty cumming all over my face.” She said

        “I… I…”

        She giggled, “Don’t worry, I just wanted to swallow it all.” One hand wiping cum to her mouth and eager tongue, the other gripping the base of his cock.

        Jonny looked around to make sure no one could see him standing naked in the neighbor’s yard. Looking back at Molly he smiles, one of her tits had slipped out of her white bikini. Her pink nipple stood out proudly, erect, on her cream-colored skin. He had only ever snuck a peek before. She bit her index finger as she sucked his cum off of it.

        Molly had just cleaned the last of his sweet and salty cum off her face. Licking her fingers, the cum sticks to the insides of her mouth. She released his cock and sat back at the edge of the lounge chair.

        He seemed nervous, but he was smiling down at her. A sheen of sweat on his hard body. The cock she had just drained waves in front of her. Its message was simple; I’m not done yet.

        Leaning back and pulling the loose-fitting bikini to the side. “I know we're just friends. But do you think you could do what you just did to my face, here?” She opens her labia with two fingers. The pink folds were glossy and oozing with excitement.

        “Ya, yes!”

        Kicking off his shoes Jonny places one knee next to Molly. He raises his other leg over her. His long cock swung between them. Inches from her soaked labia. An image of the dragon’s blue shaft slips through her mind. This beast was a little bigger than the one she had always wanted to order online.

        He lowers himself to her. Molly leans back smiling thinking of her fantasy from earlier. She can almost see dragon wings sprouting from behind him.

        Bracing one hand on the chair, at her shoulder, he leans down. His lips kiss her exposed nipple. His mouth sucked on her breast. His free hand grabs her waist pulling her to him.

        Her right hand pressing his head into her chest, Jonny tries to milk her teat. Her other hand slips between them grasping his ‘dragon’ cock she guides him to her honey pot’s entrance.

        His dark pink cockhead spreads open her labia and continues deeper. The ecstasy of the tips ridge and his veins pulling along her wall was more than enough pleasure.

        “Fuckkkk! I’mmm cummming, fuck jonnn.” She moans. Delightful lightning bolts crackled through her body. Rushing from their connected loins to her limbs and head. Her body floated in a cloud of ecstasy.

        Still sucking on her breast he feels her shaking as he bottoms out. Only half the length of his manhood in his dream woman. Sliding back out he feels her shake more.

        His mistake was realized in a second. Too late his cock swings in the air free of her velvet soft warm pussy. The wet tip mixed with her cum and his precum slaps her inner thigh. He pushes it forward.

        Molly grabs his cock as she feels it poking at the wrong hole. She guides him back to her pussy. As he pierces her she releases him and he fills her again.

        “That‘s it, blue. Just keep pumping.” She moans. “Jon, Jonny.”

        His hips begin quick short gyrations. Not wanting to slip out of her, “Ahh, fuck Molly your so pretty.” He moans through a mouth full of saliva cover tit.

        “Huha. so are you, Jonny.”

        He pounded her for five minutes before shifting his weight. He raises his left leg and pushes her legs apart. His cock was deep within her. 

        “I saw this in a movie once.” He grabs her right leg. Bending it up to her chest as he leans away. The tip of his cock just inside of her, she flexes her ass to try to get him to enter her again. Jonny’s hand slides down along her calf. He wraps his strong hand around her ribbon-covered ankle and lifts it to his shoulder. He thrust forward.

        She twists her hips to allow him deeper access.

        His cock slides in another inch. He began gyrating his lower body again. Loving the pull of her walls along his shaft. Each thrust made him sweat a little more. He felt Molly’s hand holding him to her breast as he sucked. Her other slick slid all over his body exploring his muscles.

        “Mmm. Fuck you’re in further.” She moans. “Go faster, I’m close.”

        She felt her toes curling as he pressed himself into and out of her. Gone was the image of the dragon. Her mind jumped between the little boy that had followed her around for years and the man fucking. Soon only the man filled her thoughts.

        One leg resting on his shoulder. The sweat drips from him as he rocks his hips back and forth. Each movement slid him in and out of her. With each cycle, he gains speed. 

        Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack. Each time he drives his cock into her small body he feels and hears, the lounge chair rock on the concrete patio.

        “Ahh. ah.. Faster Jonny!” She moans.

        The clacking increases.

        “Oh fuck, oh fuck, II’mm cummming. Cummmin.” Molly screams as an orgasm rocks her body. Her legs wrapped around his body, locking him in her.

        “Oh god! Fuck Molly! I lllooovveee yyoiuu! Ahhhggg! Ahhhg!” Cum soaking into her pussy as each line of his sticky juice rushes out of him. Three thick ropes of cum drench her spasming vagina. 

        Breathing hard, she leans up and kisses him for the first time. Her tongue wraps and slips around his. His hand pawing at her right breast he was being gentle but clearly had no idea what to do with it. He sinks down and to her side, wrapping his leg around hers.

        Molly shifts onto her side and continues kissing him. Her free hand squeezing his ass. Her leg slipped off his muscular shoulder. The fabric from her shoe dragged along his sweat-soaked skin. Her calf pressing onto his bicep and finally resting on his hip.

        Their tongues search each other’s mouths as his cock softens and cum begins leaking out of her. She moans quietly. He ran his fingers through her short hair and their wet warmth juices run all over her lower leg.

        “Jon?! Where are you? Are you gonna finish the yard today?” Mrs. Wells called out. From the other yard, her voice sounded like it was nearing with each word she shouted.

        ‘Inside, inside.’ Molly whispers. They both rush through the open doors. The magazine and his clothes were both forgotten.

        Jonny pulls one door closed as he looks out to see if his mom saw them. Seeing her look all over but not at where they had just fucked he breathed a sigh of relief. ‘I think we're safe.’ he turns to Molly.

        Her tongue is in his mouth before he can say anything more. She starts pulling him through the house. Molly leads him to the laundry room. Turning as she enters, she grabs both of his arms and pulls him in for a long kiss. Her ass bumps into the washer. Between kisses, she shoves herself onto the front loader.

        “Can you go again?” Molly spread her legs and pulled the bikini to the side.

        Jonny’s cock went from half mast to full in a second. He took hold of it and started guiding it to her. Just as the tip pushed in Molly’s hand found the Start button.

        “Ahhh. fuck yeesss.” she moaned as he slid in and the machine started vibrating her ass. The small room quickly began heating up.

        Kissing the side of her neck and he licks her sweat rolling down her skin. He quickly started rocking his hips in time with the washer's rotation. His left-hand holds the other side of her neck, his fingers weaved into her short hair. When she moved to fair back on the washer he cupped her ass with his right hand. Sliding her back across the vibrating washer he thrust into her.

        “FFuucck. yaa. “ She moans. Her arms both around the back of his neck and head pulled him in deeper to her neck as he bucked. His ear pressed into her cheek. She felt his tongue and lips caressing her skin. She lifted both legs over his hips, their skin slipped along each other’s wet flesh. Locking her ankles together they rested on his lower back. 

        Between Jonny and the washing machine, Molly had three mind-twisting orgasms. He was like an animal. Never relenting and just thrust after thrust as she shook. After the third one, she pushed his head to her breast.

        Jonny quickened his pace as Molly pushed him to her tits. He would suck and kiss one of them, then the other as his hips plowed into her. He loved the way her pussy contracted around his cock as he pushed into her. Minutes later he began moaning.

        “Ohhh! Fuc.. Mol.. molly! III’m cu.. Cumming!” He slammed his hips into hers.

Molly tightens her grip on his head and back, pulling him into her.

        The first rope of cum filled her with its heat. She screamed as it triggered an orgasm. Spikes of pleasure crackled through her body. The second and third rope of cum unloaded into her as she orgasmed.

        They both rested on the washer breathing heavily. Molly on top of it legs still locked around him. One hand slid to the metal surface. Jonny pressed into her and the washer for balance. Both his hands rested on her ass cheeks. His cock still deep in her. Every few seconds she would contract, milking him for more.

        After five minutes of a short rest, Molly pulled Jonny’s head up to hers. She kissed him. Her tongue playing with his.

        Afterward, she leaned her forehead to his, she whispered, ‘That was fucking great. Better than all the college guys I have fuck.’

        “Ya, you were amazing. Are you sure you like it?” he asked. “I’ve only been with one other girl.”

        Molly looked into his eyes; he got worried. His muscles tensed.

        “But it was only one time. I swear.”

        “Don’t worry. I liked it a lot.” She felt the worry fade from his strong frame.

        Pulling him into a kiss the two sat there as the machine continued its cycle. On the second kiss, she felt him easing out of her as his cock softened. Their cum started pouring out of her.

        He took a step back and watched their mixed juices run out of her pussy. His eye followed her hand unsure of what was going to happen next.

        Reaching down she scooped the juices into her hand. Streams ran through her fingers, her hand as fully coated as she moved it upward. Glistening she brought their sweet juices to her lips; his eyes followed her slimy hand. Molly started sucking each finger clean one by one. Her eyes watched as his cock stopped softening. Molly slowed her licking down as he watched.

        On her second hand full she remembered something he had said early, before she sucked him off. Finishing cleaning her hand she hopped off the washing machine. 

        “Did you say you still role-play?” Her hand was rubbing his chest.

        “Ya, every Friday, same time.” His hand matched hers rubbing Molly's boob. “Do you want to join?”

        “Sounds fun.” she replied. “Let's go together. But how about tonight you sneak over? We can play this new game, I learned it in college.” she runs her hand along his half-limp cock.

        “Ok. how wil-”

        “MOLLY! Are you home?” Betty Tompkins calls out from the front door.

        “Ya, Mom. I'm just in the laundry room.”

        ‘Oh! Shit.’ Jonny mouthed. One hand trying to cover his cock.

        “Good, I’ll order dinner and we can start planning our shopping trip.”

        “Great, I’ll be right there.” Molly said. She starts straightening her microkini. 

        ‘Ah, Molly?’ Both of his strong hands were failing to hide his cock and balls. Jonny stood before her naked, half-hard cock swinging.

        Molly said, “Guess you’ll just have to surprise my mom.”

        He looked at the half-closed door. Like a baby deer caught in headlights. She almost laughed at him as she picked up a pair of her dad’s gray sweatpants.

        Shoving the pants into his hands, she whispered, ‘The other door leads to the garage. You can get your shorts back tonight. When you pull them off me.’

        Pointing at a pair of her father’s old tennis shoes she kissed him on the cheek and slipped out to find her mother. Wiggle her ass just before pulling the door shut.

        “Hi, Mom.”

        “Why are you wearing that?” Looking at her daughter in an ill-fitting white micro bikini. She was taller in her mother's black four-inch ribbon wedges. She was also covered in a sheen of sweat. A musky scent of sex follows her daughter into the room.  

        “I was washing clothes and thought I would sunbathe.” Molly hugged her mother.

        “Well, don’t let Jonathan see you. He's not little anymore.”

        “Really?” A large smile on her face. You got that right, she thought.

        Brrrzzz, brrrzzz, brrrzzz, They both hear a lawnmower start up from the open living room door.

        Betty looks at her daughter's loose-fitting bikini. Her eyes linger for a second as cum oozes out of her daughter and runs down her legs. With a knowing smile she looks up, she says, “Ya, he has grown into a heartbreaker. Your father might have to watch out.”

        Molly raised her eyebrow as if to say, ‘He is too young for you.’

        Betty pulls on the loose strap over Molly’s right breast. “You’ll need a new bikini, go take a quick shower, we don’t want Jonny seeing anything extra. I’ve been having him take care of the yard for me on weekends after he gets done working. I’ll get the food ordered. Then we can plan tomorrow and bankrupt your dad.”

        “Love you, Mom.” Molly says walking off. This is gonna be a fun summer with Jonny, she thinks.

The End…

By Neo Mint City

2023

Gwen Tennyson and the Domi-Matrix

Dagon Died. The world changed.

           Last year Ben’s watch was shattered when we killed Dagon, She never got a different one. Azmuth never contacted us. I say she now when I talk about my dweeb cousin because Dagon’s plan was to feminize the males and bimboize us females. He would pacify us all and conquer the planet. The plan was coming to a climax when we won.
           Two things happened of importance when the monster exploded: 1) Only 75 percent of us changed back, Ben was not one of them. My body stayed voluptuous, my mind returned to me. I love my new 38 DD breasts. 2)  Dagon’s body melted into thousands of heads with tentacles and wings. They have been a problem ever since. 3) Everyone is a lot hornier than before. That or I just notice everyone having sex more, I’m pretty sure it's the first one though.
           It shattered the Plumbers, Grandpa is a shallow husk of himself, turned alcoholic and drug addict. The Rust Bucket is in the same shape as Grandpa. She is up on blocks in a small trailer court outside of Las Vegas. Kevin went missing six months before the Dagon crisis.
           Aliens live in the open now, you can find them in almost every neighborhood, they’re better than us humans. Some are even trying to help the Fems and Bims.
           Three months ago I received a package, it was my birthday. My eighteenth. I ripped open the small box. The present attacked me. Ben found me passed out on the floor of the Rust Bucket after his shift at Tito’s Strip Club & Casino. I was wearing a medical-style face mask and nothing else. It felt like there was an enormous cock down my throat. Ben claimed the white fluid on my chest was from the alien device, he said he had seen it come out of his Omnitrix the first time he had put it on. As we tried to figure it out, one of us touched a button and I transformed. Once complete I was a female version of Wildmutt. I later learned it blocked and drained nearly all my magic using the energy to power the transformations. I could only do simple tricks, even then I had to focus hard and really want it. After the transformation ended I woke up with the Domi-Matrix deep in my ass, it kept me constantly aroused. Always vibrating.
           Now I fight crime; underground alien smuggling rings, alien abductions the aliens are the ones getting kidnapped, bounty hunters, rednecks, governments 'research scientists’ and goons, mafia/yakuza, and other aliens. Basically, anyone looking to commit crimes or cause havoc.



           “Grandpa, Ben! I am going on patrol.” Gwen Tennyson shouted as she stepped to the ground from the R.V.’s door. Her tits giggled in her tight high-cut V-neck shirt. The dark blue top fits well with her pastel blue yoga pants. Both are a size too small for her.
           Slurred words came back from the driver's seat, “Be back by dinner time.”
           It was past ten already. Ben was passed out in his bunk, ass up like he was waiting for someone. He had been dancing all day at Tito’s. No answer came from him.
           “Sure.” Gwen pulled a nipple to distract herself from the vibrating in her pussy. It helped a little as the Domi-Matrix continued its constant vibrations.
           Battle-Car roared to life and she sped off. The car was only half finished, she was still modding the vehicle. She had rebuilt and upgraded it between her shifts at Tito’s and fighting crime. The car didn’t even have half the functions of Rust Bucket, in its prime. Gwen’s dancing at the club paid for the car and food. Ben’s dancing paid for Grandpa’s drugs and alcohol.



            Battle-Car roars into the parking lot as two goons are pushing an alien into a casino van. She wasn’t even ten minutes from the trailer court. Mafia goons, up to no good as usual, she thought.
           Grasping an object in the backseat and jumping out of the car, Gwen yells, “STOP! Let them go!”
            One goon runs. The other continues shoving the alien into the van. Gwen hits the remaining goon with a broken component from the Rust Bucket. A kind of pipe. As the goon falls prone to the ground the alien shrieks and runs off. She begins turning to look for the other goon.
           “Oh Gwen.” a voice calls out behind her.
           Charmcaster, a.k.a. Hope pushes her into the casino’s van. Gwen’s calves struck the bumper causing her to fall to her back. Hope’s magic jerked out the Domi-Matrix before it could absorb her power, tearing Gwen’s pastel blue yoga pants. The alien tool lands on a shrubbery, near a tiny path to the sidewalk. Magical cuffs wrapped around Gwen's wrists and ankles. The hero was pulled into the dark van as a ballgag formed.
            “I’ve been waiting a long time for this whore.”
            “Rin-ric urr Wrich, ir ran racc rennyringjurr rav RRitcc.” Translation, “Bring it you bitch, I can take anything you have, Hope!” the magical cuffs on her wrist floated her into the air. Arms straining and spread out, she could almost touch the walls of the van.
           “I bet you even want it.” Charmcaster pulled the doors closed behind her. Her hands glowed as she cast. As the light faded a third glow formed lower on her body. Obscured by her clothes. She began pulling at buttons and zippers.
           Hope’s purple-tipped hair tickled Gwen’s face as the magic-user leaned over her. Hope’s naked lean physique was covered in shadows from the purple light emitting from betwixt her legs.
           Her ankle held at a ‘V’ shape, lower than her arms. Gwen felt a touch of pressure unfold her lips. Pressing on her hood. Her breath quickened. With every little movement, her body betrayed her with tingles of euphoria.
           “Ummm.” She moaned.
           Hope’s fingertips savored and pulled the fabric covering Gwen's heaving chest. Crushing the stretchable maternal into Gwen’s tits she spoke.
           “I’m gonna fuck you senseless. Leave you here to escape in a few hours, but before you can I will have fucked little Ben’s brains out. Making him mine. Your pussy will ache for me at family gatherings. You’ll watch as I jerk him off under the table from across the room. Your pussy caged and tormented by this magic cock. Oh! And the little toy of yours will never fit in your pussy again. My spell is quite sealing. Gwen, you’ll be trapped with a bikini of magic and this cock in you until you die of old age.”
           The dark blue fabric tore as Charmcaster ripped the top free, exposing both of Gwen’s large breasts. The rush of the cool air sends goose bumps along her flesh, nipples form stone points.
            “Uck urr  Orpp. urr ranrt reak e, thr wreb ills rverr vver urr!” translation, “Fuck you Hope, you can't break me, the dweeb will never love you!”
           “You're not lucky anymore.” She licked Gwen’s cheek, “OH! Or are you!? Whatever this cock feels I feel and you're very wet.”
           The round end spread lips further apart, now reaching only an inch in. “Eww ric nnnghhh!” Gwen moaned through the gag.
           Hope let a huge glob of drool fall from her black lips onto the gag. She trailed more along Gwen’s chin, neck, and chest. She let the final drop strike her victim's right pink nipple. The drop nestled itself, areola and nipple hugging it. Cat like she lunged and bit the other nipple. Hard and fast she played with the point of the mammary gland. Tightening her jaws as she rolled her teeth over it.
           “UUch! Ardrrr urr slrrt Ew arn trrrk ert” Translation, “Fuck! Harder you slut, I can take it!”
           “I fucking knew you would love it, I haven’t even penetrated you yet. Too bad I didn’t think to bring needles, we could have had matching piercings.” Hope whispers, after she moved to and bit Gwen’s right ear lobe.
           Hope wrapped one hand around Gwen’s neck and braced herself on the van with her other. Her hips extended, fast. The magical cock dove along Gwen’s vaginal walls. Stopping only at her womb.
            “Cuh-merm-mering! Ughh! Gerr ummmmm! auug!” No translation needed.
            Hope spit into Gwen’s ear as she forced her head to the side. Her tongue fluttered across the ear’s lobe plunging in and spreading sticky saliva. “I bet you miss this already.” She pulled her hips up, the cock sliding out along the contracting walls.
           “AUrrgger… auhhgg! eher!”
            Gwen arched her back lifting her hips, Hope kept her at a distance, only the tip of the cock in.
            “Tell me you love it! Bitch!” She thrust deep.
           “FGNH! NNGHH! Erss uck! Fuaa-aahh” Translation, “FGNH! NNGHH! Yes, fuck! Yes! Fuaa-aahh.”
           Hope began slamming her hips into Gwen, the slamming sound made her smile. Whenever she thought Gwen was enjoying herself too much she would bite her nipple and roll it on her teeth. Several bites later she paused.
           Did she? That bitch just orgasmed from that, Hope thought. She bit down on Gwen’s other nipple.
            “Fuaa-aahh!!”
            “Fuck’n whore, you’re loving this.” She whispered into the other’s ear.
            “Uuck urr! Ess hraat thss.” Translation, “Fuck you! I hate this.”
           Hope spat on her face. Grabbing both of Gwen’s nipples she jammed her hips towards her prey; the cock dove into her victim's eager cunt. Her pace was rampant and frenzied with each of Gwen’s body-shaking orgasms.
           Gwen was on her fifth orgasm when Charmcaster pulled away. The cock was still buried deep within her. Ribbons of magical energy moved across her hips. Forming a web of underwear. Pulling taut she felt the magical cock lodge itself deeper as the new underwear pinched her skin. Charmcaster was already pulling on her pants.
           “Enjoy yourself, Gwen. That cock will fuck you for hours. Without your magic or that fake Omnitrix, you’ll be helpless. Remember, you're not even a real sorceress. You're barely an idiot savant!” She pulled on her long jacket not bothering with a shirt. “I’ll tell Ben you said, ‘Hi,’ while I’m sucking his cock.” She slammed the doors. She rubbed her pussy as she walked to the Battle-Car.
            “Urr wrronnt torrrc rim. E-ll grr free ahr strrop urr, War!” Translation, “You won't touch him. I’ll get free and stop you, whore!”
           The web-like underwear kept pulling and pushing on the cock. Driving it in and out of her. The first orgasm came seconds after Hope left.
           “GU UUH. gu uuhhhh…” Translation, moans.
           The constant grind of the cock, the underwear wrapping around her wide hips, and the wiggling ribbons riding down her buttcrack like a g-string made her cum again.
           “Ang! Whaert! Augah! Aaugah!  …Aah!”
           Another orgasm rocked her body, the third since Hope left her half floating, held by magic cuffs “aug… uuggh. …auh-gh!” Gwen’s mind cleared as she bit on the ballgag, just long enough for a thought to form.
           Fuck, if only I had the Domi-Matrix, she thought, wait if I don’t have it… do I have... Magic flares to life. She was free in seconds. Her cuffs fell off as she spit the gag out. Landing she rolled to her feet. Gwen reached between her legs pulling at the underwear. The cock refused to move as she pulled on it. The intensity building in her loins continued.
           Shoving the van's rear doors open, she scans the parking lot for her Domi-Matrix. Her eyes catch on a dildo a few feet away. Her legs still quivering from orgasmic bliss she moves toward it.
           “CUMMI-IN'~! CUMMIII-ING~FUUcckkk!” The pleasure and the trembling coming from her loins dropped Gwen to her knees. Stopped by another orgasm her hand creeps out searching. The Domi-Matrix was inches away laying on a shrubbery. Recovering, she presses the pink and mint neon dildo with its thick veins, and multiple lumps all adorning its surface to the magical one. Nothing happens.
           “Fuck.” She shoves the device into her mouth. Expanding it slides down to her stomach. She starts running, running for home. A pink and mint neon medical mask wraps around her face. Hugging her ears. The selector dial is faintly visible.
           Give me clothes of some kind, she targets her thoughts at the Domi-Matrix.
           Her mouth, throat, and entrance to her stomach vibrate with acknowledgments. Her skin is tickled as a bikini matching the Domi-Matrix creeps across her flesh. Gwen starts pulling off her tattered shirt and yoga pants as she runs to save her cousin.
           She felt a war on her hips, the Domi-Matrix was trying to remove the cock’s underwear and replace it with a bikini bottom of its own. With both the cock and the Domi-Matrix in her she felt the building orgasms slow. Ribbons from each tugged and pulled on her hips and ass. Gwen still stopped twice on her run to orgasm as the fight jerked and twisted the cock in her.



           Charmcaster slowed the car and parked far for the trailer court; she did not want to alert Ben or the old man to ‘Gwen’s’ return. She didn't notice her pussy was dripping, the thought of finally having Tennyson all to herself. Leaving the car behind. Charmcaster half crouched, half jogged through the trees and bushes.
           Lights ahead of her she slowed and looked around. A minute later she began moving to the stupid R.V. that had ruined her plans and caused her trouble over the years.
           Charmcaster was crouching in the bushes, the old RV with Ben in it 500 yards ahead. Leaning against a large boulder, her hand resting on its cool surface, she searched for any residents of the trailer court, any late-night parties.
           Alright, looks clear. Now, just sneak in. Disarm any traps they have set up and wake Ben up with a blowjob. Then ride him all night until he is mine, she thought. She moved from the rock.
            “Hey! Bitch!”
            Five steps from the boulder, Charmcaster turns toward the voice.
            Gwen punches her in the jaw. Hope hits the ground as Gwen dials for the right alien for the job. Her body warps and grows. Light orange fur surrounds swelling bones and muscles. A pressure pushes on the magic cock, the sealing straps begin snapping. Hope’s magic cock flops onto the ground as a red cock with a larger bulge midshaft grows. With the occasional mint-colored lightning bolt zig-zag in her new fur, her new form was complete.
           Perfect Wildmutt and his red cock, she thinks. Shit! I could have fucked this up if it had given me the female form!
           The Domi-Matrix slides through the fur. It tightens around her neck forming a collar. Gwen; Wildmutt now places one paw, then the other on Hope’s arms. Pinning her down. With care, she uses her jaws to rip away Hope’s long jacket and her pants.
           “What??” Hope asked, coming too. She felt chilly. Warmth breaths washed over her. Oh that’s nice, she thought. Wait!?
           A hot long object landed on her ass.
           Mustering enough magic to trigger telepathy Gwen thought, ‘I enjoyed your cock. You get to enjoy mine until the sun rises.’
           Trying to stand, her arms pinned, Charmcaster's ass raises into the air. Ready to breed. Wildmutt’s hot cock slides along her pale ass. The tip rested on her taint.
           “Gwen! Don’t. Wwe can talk about this.”
           The mutt’s cock twitched and slapped pussy.
           “Ai! Aiih!” Ok, maybe one time. That thing is huge, she thought. Her face was shoved into the ground. The beast's cock split her open. The large ball near its root was prying at her lips.
           “HYY… Yaa. AH. ohh… AH. Ahh!”
           ‘I can hear your thoughts,’ Gwen thought, ‘Wildsmutt’s cock drives for hours.’ She lowers her large jaws. The mutt’s large rough tongue landed on Hope’s lower back. Gwen dragged it up to the villain's shoulder blades before retracing the mutt’s hips.
           Gwen started with short rapid movements. As soon as Hope loosed up she thrust hard, harder than before. The large ball spread Hope further. Her lips closed around it.
           “Ang! Wait! Aah! Aaah! I… Aah!”
           Wildmutt matched her every moan with grunts of his own.
           When she recovered Hope tried to shout “Fuck me! Fuck me Gwen!” It came out as a moan.
           Gwen begins returning Hope's favor, with earnest, long thrusts of her alien cock.  A loud slapping sound accompanied each thrust. Hope was driving back onto the ground every time she was filled with the alien mutt’s red cock.. She smiles as moans escape Hope’s lips and her mind. Gwen picked up the tempo enjoying the squeezing along her alien dick as orgasms started shaking Hope’s willowy body.
           It wasn’t long before immense globs of drool dripped out of the mutt’s mouth. They landed on Hope’s neck and shoulders. Some oozed down to her breasts dripping to the earth below. Most of the drool ran down her back into her ass crack. She felt the wetness drip along her pussy lips. With each thrust, she felt more drool saturate her body.
           “Hoooh! Ahhhh… I… I… I…m fu-cummiing!”
           As the earth below them turned to mud Hope's feet began sinking and sliding around with each thrust from the alien above her. Pinned arms, face, and hair quickly become caked in mud. Frantically she searched for a purchase to use to aid in escape with her feet. Any solid surface. One foot landed on a moss-covered rock. A moment later she found a second one. Pushing off both rocks her ass raises higher into the air. Her face drove into the earth more.  It was three long thrusts later that Hope realized she was bracing herself on Wildmutt’s rear paws. Between the movements of the alien cock she began to understand, she had made it easier for Gwen and Wildmutt to split her with the alien cock. Her body shook with a powerful orgasm as she realized she would not be getting away from Gwen and her payback.
           “Uunn… Ai… oohhh mmmmer… ahh!” Shit, I’m starting to like this, she thought.
           Gwen’s Wildmutt form ravaged Hope for hours. Drilling her with its cock shaft and large ball. It had been well past midnight when she had caught up to her in the woods. As the hero dished out punishment the moon set and the sun began to rise in front of the two.  
           A wolf-like howl echoed through the woods. Wildmutt’s claws dug into the earth, its rear hips flexing driving into Hope’s ass, hard. The large red cock buried deep within her throbbed. Its alien seed spurt into her six times. She orgasmed, shaking and trembling as fluid filled her. She felt the mutt’s cum spray out of her pussy. Dipping and running down her legs. Hope passed out, collapsing into the mud made from the alien mutt’s drool.             The orgasm used the last of her time, Gwen felt her body shrinking changing back to herself. The orange fur turned to skin; arms and legs returned to human proportions. She was on all fours, her hands and feet covered in alien drool mud.
           Hope lying on the ground ahead of her was covered in dark mud and drool. Her long white hair was now filthy and brown. Cum oozed out of her enlarged hole dripping onto the forest floor. Mixing with the mud, She twitched once and a large glob bubbled and plopped to the ground.
            “That was fun, let’s do it again sometime. Don't be a sore loser.” Searching through the remains of shredded clothing Gwen frowned, nothing was salvageable. ‘Fuck, now I got to sneak home naked.’ Seeing the Rust Bucket far ahead of her didn't feel any better about running through the trailer court in her birthday suit.
           The Domi-Matrix would only provide her with one ‘uniform’ a day. Its choice, its design. She was out of luck if she transformed or the clothes were ruined.
           A light purple glow caught her attention. The magical cock Hope had fucked her with lay on the ground next to the two naked women. Gwen shoves it into Hope's used pussy. It vibrates and begins sealing itself around her. Hope convulses on the ground as an orgasm racks her slender frame.
           Gwen begins walking through the trees and bushes for home. She feels the Domi-Matrix slide into her ass this time. Reaching into her depths. The morning sun washes her naked body.
           “God, I hope I can get inside before anyone sees me.”


The End…


By Neo Mint City
2023
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