Godly Body Part 2

“Hey! You’re Peter, right?” asked a mousey brunette. 

Peter was pretty sure her name was Betty. The two of them were outside of the lecture hall, leaving the campus of Empire University, the school Peter had gotten into to finish his education.

She was cute. A freshman like him, she was fresh faced and looked a little bit nervous. Some of her friends were not far away, looking over and whispering, giggling amongst themselves.

“Yeah, Peter, that’s me,” Peter said. “Did you need something?”

Betty blushed. “Well I was wondering… Would you want to get food? Only if you’re free, of course.”

Peter smiled. “Sorry, Betty, but I’ve actually got plans.”

She hung her head. “No worries. Sorry to bother you.”

Peter felt bad but before he could say anything else, a Rolls-Royce pulled to the curb. The driver side door opened and a woman climbed out. She leaned on the body of the car and lowered sunglasses. Underneath them, she had blue eyes as bright as electricity. Her dress was both expensive and low cut, showing cleavage that made the college men walking past stop and stare.

“C’mon Peter! What’s the holdup?” Jane said.

Peter apologized to Betty one more time. “Sorry, I gotta go.”

He jogged to the Rolls-Royce and hopped into the passenger side. Smirking, Jane got back behind the wheel, rolling up the tinted windows. Betty watched all of this with her mouth hanging open.

Her friends came over and rubbed her back, wishing her better luck next time.

LINE BREAK.

Peter couldn’t fight a grin as he and Jane took an elevator down from the second level of the mall. He was holding a thick Playstation 5 with both of his arms. Next to him, Jane was in her sexy dress and shades, the credit card that bought him the gaming console tucked back into her purse. Coincidentally, if you looked at Peter’s neck right around the collar, you could see the corner of lipstick marks peeking out.

“Thanks Jane!” Peter said. “I really wanted one, but the price…”

Jane tilted her sunglasses. They got to the bottom of the escalator and exited into the parking garage where her Rolls-Royce was parked. “Don’t worry about it, Peter. You’re about to pay me back.”

Peter continued smiling. After a few seconds, his eyes widened and he swallowed.

“Wait, now?” Peter asked.

Jane grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the car, flashing him a charismatic smirk along the way.

“Put the Playstation in the trunk and get your booty in the backseat,” she said.

Minutes later Peter was pressed down in one of the seats with Jane in his lap. Her dress had been stripped down to her waist. She threw her hips back and forth against Peter’s body with fifteen years of sexual experience. Peter was already breathing hard.

“You’re so good at that, Dr. Foster…” Peter said.

Jane grinned the way she always did when he used her title in bed. She planted her hands on the seat behind Peter and grinned at him. “C’mon kid. Show me what you want to do to me.”

They kissed, turning their heads to connect their lips better. Peter grabbed Jane’s boobs. He could squish them with all of his superstrength and all it did was make Jane moan.

She was slowly teaching him to kiss better than he’d ever known how to. She was teaching him a lot about sex… including how to take the lead. Peter moved his hands from her tits to her ass. He pulled her dress off of it and Jane grinned. She slid out of his lap to sit next to him. As soon as she did, she put her face down next to the bulge she helped create in his pants. 

“Mm. What should mommy do with this big thing?” Jane asked rhetorically. 

She opened Peter’s pants and got his dick out. When she had it in front of her face, she inhaled deeply, sniffing it as thoroughly as she could

When she’d absorbed the smell, Janel put a hand up her dress and started fingering her pussy.

She waited for Peter to take the next step, which didn’t take long. Like he said before, he was getting better at this. 

Peter gathered up Jane’s hair into a ponytail, holding it with both of his hands. She looked at him cheekily from the corner of her eye.

“Open up,” Peter commanded.

It wasn’t like him. He’d taken a while to be able to say embarrassing things like that without feeling lame. He learned over time, though. Jane was very clear about what she liked.

She obediently opened her mouth for him. Peter shoved her head straight down.

“Hurk! Urk! Urk!” Jane said.

Peter’s fat dick rammed into her throat. Almost immediately big trails of spit were left behind on his dick, connected to Jane’s lips when he pulled her head back up. Peter pumped Jane’s head on his dick. He had to do things in an extreme way, straight out of a hardcore porn video, or else Jane’s constitution would keep it from feeling good for her.

This was a smash hit with her. While Peter brutalized her face and mouth, Jane put her other hand up her dress with the first one. Using a plethora of fingers she was soon cumming, moaning while she gagged on him.

“Mmm…Urk! Mmmm…Urk!” 

“You feel so good Dr. Foster!” Peter groaned. 

Her mouth was as soft as any pussy, but it could take so much of a beating. When Jane came, she would tighten her lips and suck on Peter extra hard, even while he was pushing her head up and down without giving her time to rest. It sounded like they were already having real sex from how loud Jane’s forehead and cheeks were hitting Peter’s body. 

“I’m gonna cum…” Peter said.

His balls were tighter than his spandex suit had been that one time it shrank in the dryer. 

Jane fingered herself extra hard in preparation for Peter’s cum. It had quickly become her favorite drink. She savored the taste as if it was aged wine. This time was no exception as Peter’s dick exploded inside of her mouth, giving her tons of spunk to swallow.

Peter let go of her hair, letting Jane sit up. She touched a finger to her lips. A little bit of cum had been starting to escape, but she pushed it back in with a long and seductive finger, uncaring for the pussy juice smeared on it. 

Jane smiled at Peter. “Cutie… you taste as good as ever. But I think it’s about time that you made like a house sitter…” She spread her legs, her panties hanging off of one ankle, and showed Peter her pussy with its crown of brown hair. “And fed my kitty.”

Peter jumped on her. They were still out and about so he couldn’t tear her dress. They left it scrunched up around Jane’s waist like a belt. Peter pinned her on the seat. He took off his shirt, didn’t bother getting his pants down further than his mid thighs, and got to fucking. 

Plam! Plam! Plam!

“That’s right! Just like that! Mmm…” Jane said.

She was grinning like a valkyrie riding into battle. As Peter fucked her, the whole car started bouncing. They put her suspension to the test; Peter could hear it squeaking from their lovemaking.

Jane touched his face.

“Don’t think about getting caught,” Jane said. “Just focus on fucking me.”

“Yeah… got it,” Peter grunted.

Jane was in a mood, however. She was horny enough that she was starting to get kinky, which made her grab the back of Peter’s head.

Her powerful arm brought his face close to hers.

“That’s yes mommy to you,” Jane said.

Peter’s eyes widened. Balls deep in her cunt, he did what she wanted. “Yes mommy!”

Jane growled. She was like a lioness in heat. It was weird, fucking a woman who was acted so in control despite wanting to be on the bottom. Jane rode him occasionally, but her favorite thing was to be pounded, like he was doing now.

Peter thought he might hear voices outside the car. They were in a completely public parking garage. It wasn’t subtle what they were doing in the car, with the way the whole car was bouncing. Only the tinted windows were hiding their fun.

He forced himself not to think about it, the way Jane told him to. Peter made sure that his hips were moving as hard as they could. Jane was always disappointed if he gave her anything less than that.

Jane talked him through it. “That’s right, Peter. Pound me. Pound mommy, just like that. Fuck my pussy until I can’t feel anything else.”

The suspension was shrieking now like it was in pain. The whole Rolls-Royce was bouncing because of what was going on in its backseat. Peter felt Jane orgasm, telling him he was doing something right at least, but he chose to switch positions anyway. 

He pulled Jane up and turned her over. While doing that, he managed to get his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. He wanted to be able to use his legs without clothes getting in the way. 

Peter pushed Jane against the door. Her hands slapped down on the window, which was covered on the inside by a layer of condensation coming from their fucking. The whole car was getting humid and smelly inside.

Peter started fucking her from behind, clapping her cheeks. Jane’s perky ass jiggled. She growled her approval.

“Good boy!” Jane said.

Peter grabbed her shoulders and held onto them while he was fucking her. Jane’s hands slowly slid down the window they were planted on, squeaking as they did. The car wasn’t bouncing as much as it had been before. Instead it was shaking, right to left. Peter had to stop looking at Jane's sexy ass as it clapped or else he was going to cum too fast.

He looked at her reflection in the mirror instead. He could see her gorgeous face reflect there. If he didn’t know better, Peter would’ve believed Jane had been born a goddess, instead of coming into the powers of one. That was just how gorgeous she was. It was almost ethereal, how pretty she was.

“I’m going to cum in you,” Peter declared.

“That’s risky,” Jane moaned. Noticeably, it wasn’t a no. 

“I don’t care! It feels right!” Peter said.

Still looking at her reflection, Peter was able to see Jane smile.

“Give me every last drop,” Jane said.

Peter took his hands off her shoulders and grabbed the ass he’d been staring at. He held her cheeks tightly and pulled them back, helping his dick bury as far inside her as possible. Naturally, that meant slamming into the entrance to her womb. Peter stopped holding back and fucked her until he came.

He poured everything he had into this orgasm, to the point that he swayed and fell back onto the seat where he’d been at the start. His dick still dripped with a little bit of cum… but most of it was inside Jane. Or leaking out of her pussy. A big strand of cum was dripping out of her cunt onto the upholstery.

Jane didn’t move for a few seconds. Eventually, she twisted her upper body to look at Peter. She picked up her sunglasses, which had been tossed aside when the sex started, placing them back on her face. With her looks, the sunglasses made her look like an a-list actress trying not to get recognized. Combined with her seeded pussy, she gave off the impression of a celebrity sneaking out for a booty call. The idea turned Peter on again, making his dick that had been going soft get hard.

Jane smiled and knelt on the seat next to him, touching his dick and starting to give him a handjob. His cum was still leaking out of her.

“If you ever want anything else—another console, a computer, even a car—just ask,” she said, rubbing her fingers on his schlong. “I’ll get you whatever you want. As long as you get me what I want in return.”

That sounded like a win-win to Peter.