Fulfilling Fantasies(Imra Ardeen/Saturn Girl)

The lights of the kitchen at the Legion of Superhero Headquarters flipped on. Peter Parker slipped out of his bedroom to get a sandwich, not bothering to throw a shirt on. He just moved around in his boxer shorts and did not meet anyway on the way. Although, he would not mind having a meeting with any of the Legion's lovely ladies to be perfectly honest.

Just as Peter had been about to make himself a sandwich, footsteps could be heard. He turned around to see a sexy blonde wearing a transparent black nightie enter the room. Her long and elegant legs displayed themselves and Peter's mind started to wander when thinking about them, thinking about them wrapping around his strong torso as he thrust into her. Thinking about her begging for more. Her perfect chest and beautiful face, with succulent looking lips caught Peter's attention as well and he knew for a fact she had a nice tight looking ass that Peter begged to touch.

Imra Ardeen, better known as Saturn Girl stopped.

"Hello, Peter," she commented.

"Just here making a snack," Peter said.

'And hoping that you don't notice the boner that I'm getting from you coming into the kitchen wearing that,' Peter thought. 'Oh, damn, telepath.'

Imra gave him a slight smile before moving over. She moved over towards the kitchen and bent over after opening the fridge. That allowed Peter to see her panties. It was almost like women had a sixth sense when you were staring at their ass and they did nothing to help curb that behavior when they had you hooked.

"Just making a snack myself," Imra said.

She took out a pastry from the fridge and slowly ate it. The cream on her lips brought certain other thoughts to Peter's mind. Especially, when she slowly licked the cream off of her lips. The blood flow to Peter's head stopped cold and he wondered if this was some kind of punishment for something he did.

'She's beautiful.'

"You're very handsome as well," Imra practically purred. "And I don't necessarily mind...and I'm certainly flattered because of this."

"Wait, you were reading my mind?" Peter asked.

"Not consciously, but you were projecting," Imra said. "People do that when they're emotional and one of the highest emotions is lust."

Imra grabbed Peter's crotch through his pants and kissed him. Peter returned the kiss. This was not the first Legion babe who had decided to engage Peter into a rousing game of tonsil hockey.

Peter grabbed the ass that had been taunting him and he could squeeze those cheeks all day. Imra's eyes clouded over with lust, when she continued her very passionate makeout session with the spider themed hero. Her fingers danced down his neck and she kissed him for several more times.

Imra pulled away from him and dropped her nightdress to the ground. She was not wearing a bra underneath it and her luscious pillows popped out. They were so soft looking. Peter wanted to touch them.

"You really should," Imra said. "They're all yours tonight."

Taking her up on the invitation, Peter squeezed Imra's chest. She cooed in his ear. He knew all of the right spots to touch this woman or learned them rather quickly. While Imra slowly eased down his boxer shorts and revealed his stiff cock to the entire world.

"You have a very nice penis," Imra told him in a matter of fact. "You are statistically above average for the men of your time."

"That's nice to hear," Peter groaned.

She decided to get hands on with his very nice penis by stroking and squeezing the male organ in question. Desire burned through Peter as all of the heat spread through his body. The sweet Legion member kissed him even more when she stroked his cock.

"I'd say you should get me wet," Imra said. "But, I don't think that I have that problem."

Imra pushed her panties to the side and touched herself. The moisture collected on her fingers and she moved up. Her juices had a sweet taste to them with Peter could not really get enough of. Imra knew she was pushing all of the right buttons, judging by the look in her eyes.

"Do you want to bend me over the counter first?" she asked. "Or do you want me to push you on our table and ride you reverse cowgirl so you can see my ass bounce when I drive down on your big stiff cock?"

Repeated strokes brought Peter's mind into a daze. She instantly knew where to touch him and when. Damn telepaths ended up cheating, but damn if it did not make for some good sex. Imra bit down on her lip, which made her seductive.

"Or do you want me to wrap my legs around you and mount you right here?" Imra asked. "I hope you give me a hint soon, because I'm wet and I need you badly. Inside me...just like you wanted."

Peter found her body to be irresistible in so many tantalizing ways. He cupped Imra's juicy ass and squeezed it, making her break out into a soft cry. No matter how much he could not resist her, she could not resist him just as much. Peter grabbed her and closed the fridge before pushing her against it.

"We're right here," Peter said.

"Oh, it feels cold on my back," Imra said.

Peter spun Imra around and shoved her against the cool fridge. Her nipples brushed up against it and Peter just rubbed her body down. Imra closed her eyes the more Peter touched her. Her nipples were getting harder and not because of the coldness of the fridge.

Of course, the other thing that drove Imra completely nuts was between Peter's legs. Kara projected some very interesting thoughts to Imra one time, about what Peter could do that fueled her fantasies. And now those were about to come true.

In hindsight, Kara likely did it on purpose. Not that Imra minded, because she needed him. Needed a cock inside of her in the worst way, just pushing into her body.

After spending some time exploring every inch of Imra's hot body, Peter moved in for the kill. His balls slapped down onto Imra's thighs the very second it slid himself into her body. He could feel her, so tight, about as tight as he imagined. Peter needed to adjust himself before going away.

"Finally!" Imra yelled.

"You want to know how long I've been waiting for this?"

"Long enough," Imra panted. "Oh, this is feeling so good. You're stretching me out so much. I can hardly even think."

"Don't think then, just feel."

Imra took Peter up on his offer and felt, felt the depths he would go inside of her. He thrust a little bit further into her, rocking her body something fierce. The movement of his hips increased the further he pushed into Imra. His hands slapped against her and made Imra just jolt out in pleasure. She knew this was going to be the best. Everything was leading up to this moment, this exciting moment where she could feel Peter deep inside of her.

She could feel her pussy oozing and clutching down onto him. It was not going to be too long before he rode her out to an amazing orgasm. Imra bit down on her lip and just let the juices flow as much as possible. His hands slapped down onto her and sent shockwaves just spilling all over her body. He was deeper into her, balls deep then before.

It was finally happening, she was cumming extremely hard. Peter pulled almost all the way out of her and then when she protested, he was back into her. Touching Imra in all of the right spots.

She was everything that Peter imagined and so much more. The sexy woman was a very willing sexual partner and able to get his dick wet when he pushed into her. He pulled her back a little bit from the fridge. Irma held onto the side of the fridge and allowed Peter to pump into her faster than before.

"You ready?" he asked her.

"Always," she moaned. "Take me...take my pussy….like this!"

Peter groaned and pushed deeper into her. He rode her all the way to the edge and then beyond before pulling out of her.

Imra broke out into a very frustrated sigh. She did not want Peter to leave her. It turned out though that Peter was just picking her up to set her up onto the counter. Her legs spread, fingers clutched against the shelves. Peter positioned himself against Imra's opening and shoved into her.

Saturn Girl and Spider-Man joined together in a hot passionate session. The juices flowed and so much more. She closed her eyes, being filled and almost emptied before being filled again. It was a never ending ride of endless passion. Peter pushed deeper and deeper into her. The ride continued to make Imra feel so alive. She tightened around Spider-Man and released him, the heat from his loins brushing against hers.

Never to be neglected, Peter took hold of Imra's breasts and worshipped them. Her perky nipples were hard and stiff from being rammed against the cold fridge. Peter took them into her mouth and sucked them. Her legs wrapped around him tighter and her arms around his head when he pushed into Imra's soft and savory chest. The juicy melons popped into her mouth and sent electricity through him.

Having his face buried in Imra's chest was just as good as being buried inside of her in general. The heat pumping through both of their bodies as they felt the passion.

Imra found herself being blinded by her lust, not able to keep her thoughts straight. She did pick up exactly how how she was making Peter feel and that made her hotter than ever. That made her want to slide into him.

"Oh, Peter!" she breathed. "We should have done this a long time ago….so many fantasies unfilled."

Peter would have made a comment about them making up for lost time. Still, Aunt May taught him not to talk with his mouth full. Although, Peter was not certain this is what his loving aunt had in mind. Regardless, he pushed against Imra's tits and sucked on them, sucked on them so hard.

"Oooh, yes," Imra breathed. "Get in there...fuck me until I can't take any more."

Peter intended to so. Imra's body called for him to thrust into her. No matter how many times Peter was inside of her, he could feel the friction just build up. He pushed further and further into her. Her tightness just wrapping around her.

Despite the desire building in Peter, he must not cum, not yet. Not until she was done. It was just the right thing to do. He pushed into her.

Imra could feel him pulling back. She did not want any of that. She jammed his face deep into her creamy cleavage and whispered in his ear.

"You want to cum in me, don't you? Don't you like how tight I am? Don't you want to cum in this sweet pussy? It's so warm ad all for you."

Okay, maybe she thought that she watched a few too many 21st century Earth pornos. It was done for historical research, Imra assured herself. Regardless she moaned deeper as Peter thrust into her. The sounds she made were driving him further inside.

Peter throbbed when closing in on his orgasm. Imra practically coaxed the seed out of his balls. Peter was a man, he could only take so much and she had managed to find his breaking point.

"Cum for me," she told him. "Please."

Peter would not deny Imra what she wanted. His body slammed forward, hitting hers with all of the force possible. It was like a runaway train, no way to stop. Except he would not crash, far from it.

Imra let it go herself with one more explosive orgasm. Her juices saturated Peter's invading rod and the final few pumps were the harbinger of what was to come. Naturally, Peter lost himself inside of her, spilling his immense seed down into her sweet cavern. Repeatedly driving into her until the point where his balls ached.

The two met each other in the middle, their mutual release fueling each other on.

The second Peter pulled away, with a smile, Imra pushed him back and he landed on the table.

"I know you wanted me to do this," Imra said. "And I want to do this."

She crawled onto the table. Peter was stiff as a board in more ways than one. She crawled across his legs. Every inch of her succulent flesh burned against his. Those breasts, perfect and bouncy, came ever so closer towards him. Imra took the underside of his cock and pushed it between her mountainous breasts.

Imra gave him a very aggressive, but extremely hot, tit fuck. Peter's hips rammed up and down, sliding between the sultry blonde's cleavage.

Another thing that was true was Peter could recharge time and time again. And there were certain cycles on the planets where women from Titan were driven by their bodies and craved powerful mates to mate with. Tonight had been one of those cycles, and Imra's body completely glowed with pleasure.

She hoped no one would disturb them.

"That feels good," Peter said. "I'm getting…."

Imra squeezed the base of his cock and removed her tits from him. She gave Peter's throbbing prick a very wet passionate kiss. He had no idea how her lips stayed so wet, but he was glad for it. The tongue dancing over his cock sent more waves of pleasure through Peter.

She blocked the impulse to cum with her mind.

"I'm going to ride you," Imra said. "This is what you wanted….me riding you like this?"

Imra turned around and mounted Peter's stiff prick. Her ass bounced in a very lovely manner which blinded Peter with intense desire. She knew what he wanted and Peter was not going to claim that it was unfair, given how good it felt. How good it felt to feel her soft walls close down onto him and make the web slinger groan.

Watching her ride him reverse cowgirl style meant that Peter had to watch her ass bounce. And Peter would watch Imra's ass bounce everyday. His arms were still weighed down by her, as she looked over her shoulder. The teasing minx smiled at him when rising and dropping onto him. Their soft bodies connected with each other, the faster Imra drove down onto him. Her soft and wet pussy closed down onto him.

"Don't worry, you're cum soon."

Peter was edged a bit closer and stopped. Imra wiggled her ass and drove down onto him. Her hands teasily moved to the front of her body. And while Peter could not see her, it was painfully obvious, to his painfully hard cock, exactly what she was doing. She teased her breasts and made her entire body just saturate with pleasure. She clamped down onto him hard and released Peter from her perfectly tight loins.

"It feels really good," Imra breathed. "Inside me, I want to feel your balls fill up. Until I empty them into me...I bet I'm going to be swollen with your seed by the time I'm...finished...with...you."

She drew out every one of those words in a sultry breath, which matched the movements of her sultry body Peter sped up his motions inside of her.

Reverse cowgirl turned into regular cowgirl so Peter could get a show of Imra touching her breasts. Imra breathed deeper and released Peter's arms just as she bent down.

It was as predicted, and she did not have to be a mind reader to gauge Peter's intentions. He grabbed onto her chest and drove Imra spare with pleasure.

Intense eruptions and orgasms flowed through her. Imra pressed her body down onto Peter's when pleasuring him. She sprang up and pinned his hands down again. Riding him slowly but surely down.

Every movement of Imra's sexy body made Peter edge ever so closer. She must have came four or five times, while stopping is at least that many.

It turned out, with each movement, Peter could feel his muscles ache.

"Don't worry, love, it will be worth the wait."

She gave him a reassuring kiss, and then worshipped his body with hers. Her tightness edged Peter ever so closer and then stopped him before pulling him back.

Seven, seven was the magic number for both of them. Imra plugged her pussy down onto his throbbing beast. He pushed a bit further and groaned the faster he plunged into her.

They both came and it was amazing. Simply amazing, with Peter's entire body just releasing several denied orgasms of pent up seed into her. Imra tilted back, her body shaking when she came several more times before Peter was done. Each of her orgasms allowed her slick walls to grip her and it felt so good.

Peter grabbed her breasts and milked them with his ability to stick to any surface. Imra's looks of appreciation and worship were more than enough to coax the remainder of his eruption out of him.

The two pleasured each other to the very end. With their loins never far from each other when the pleasure increased. Imra dropped down hard and smacked him.

Imra pulled away and collapsed on his chest. She rolled over onto the table, on her hands and knees.

Peter was brought back to life by Imra crawling against the table, with a trail of cum oozing from her.

"I hope you're not tired."

Imra reached behind her and grabbed him by his groin before guiding it towards her.

"Do, I look like I'm tired?"

She cast him a very aggressive look and Peter took the plunge inside of Imra one more time. The tantric energy both created fueled each others bodies.

The sandwich he made, laid forgotten on the kitchen counter.

End.