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- Haaaa... Haaaa... - The almost unconscious Asian vampire girl was lying on my bed with her mouth open and tongue sticking out.
Being a proper gentleman, I decided to let the bitch spend the night here. Though I was annoyed at the idea of the consequences of anyone seeing her.
- Peter... Is there anything you want to tell us? - although it was clear we'd made a lot of noise at breakfast without Aunt May's question.
- Did you bring your girlfriend to your room? - Uncle Ben looked at me with an incomprehensible look. Anyway, I don't care to speculate what that look meant.
- No. She's not my girlfriend, I don't even know her name. - I answered honestly, rather swallowing my mush.
- Peter! - my reply made Aunt May drop the plate from her hands.
- What's wrong with you?! What is this behaviour?! What's on your-
Since I had no business listening to Uncle Ben's parenting tirades, I threw my rucksack on and headed out without saying anything, without turning round.
.....
- If they wanted to control me, they should have started earlier.... - One good thing about this relationship, I'm no longer late for the bus as I rush to finish my breakfast as soon as possible.
Sometimes I miss our previous relationship, I won't lie. However, the fact that they weren't on my side after the incident, that they cared more about the training grants than my health; there's no way I can forgive that. It's just my time to see how they really feel, how fragile and pathetic they are....
- Peter! - forget fragile and pathetic feelings, here comes MJ.
- Hello? - I said hello to my hurried and nervous looking ex-girlfriend.
- What have you done!!! - Who grabbed me by the ear. - Who was that? What about Liz? Have you completely lost your mind?!
It's so annoying when people pry into your life when you're doing something 'wrong.' If they wanted to see a pretty boy in front of them, they would have bothered earlier, when he needed help.
- Ow! What are you doing?! You're hurting me! - Just like I was. And I'm sure a slap on the wrist won't kill you.
- I'll answer your questions. I arranged what you saw perfectly well. I'm letting you use the memory of it in the shower today. Who it was, I have no idea. Nor do I have any idea why you or Liz should care. Allen is not my girlfriend, Flasha is and I sincerely wish them happiness. And about the reels. You have no idea.
Mary Jane looked at me with her mouth open, as usual wanting to say something. I didn't care, so I just took a step away from her as the school bus approached.
.....
On the bus, I met Gwen. She was in a good mood and was chatting cheerfully with Osborne. For a second I felt angry and jealous. But because of Gwen's smile, guilt followed, both for my jealousy, my behaviour with MJ, my conversation with my uncle and aunt, and my attitude towards the stranger.
Unable to bear my own feelings, I ran away from them, as a responsible person should, getting off at the next stop. Suddenly, my behaviour raised questions not only from the driver but also from the other students.
.....
- Who are you?! - and as I was supposed to do, I got into trouble with the latex girl again.
- And what the hell?! - shouted at me by the girl in red with swords behind her back, who kidnapped me by dragging me to the roof of a block of flats. - You save a man, and instead of offering his body or, though preferably 'and', a million dollars like a decent man, he yells at you!
For some time the girl was shouting and discussing something among themselves. And yes, her speech sounded like a dialogue, not a monologue. Being somewhat used to kidnappings and attacks lately, I quickly pulled myself together and began to slowly retreat to the fire escape.
- And I didn't even use chloroform! - In the midst of the argument, the blonde finally turned in my direction just as I was about a metre away from the door. - The bloke. See, he's also running away from me!
In a flash, the girl was in front of me, her white eyes against the black background taking on the appearance of a smile.
- Listen in confidence. - She followed by piling her whole body on top of me, putting her palm over my mouth and to my ear. - You're being followed by guys in black suits. And you can't expect anything good from them ... It's the most common cliché after all!
Naturally the stranger's statement left me perplexed. And the subsequent bungee jump into the window of a neighbouring building almost made me shit myself. If this is what Gwen has to experience when flying on the web, then I can be sure with a hundred per cent guarantee that I would never be used to such a thing.
- Huh? - surprisingly after a minute a group of men in black suits, and most importantly armed, appeared on the roof.
Who are they? Am I really their target? But why? Who have I surrendered to? Could it have something to do with my parents? And the biggest question of all:
- What did my dick forget between your tits?
- Wow! Did you really notice?! - A girl with a ponytail and wearing a red and black suit said with genuine surprise. For some unknown reason, but instead of swords, she now had huge dildos sticking out behind her back.
- How can you not see that?!
- I don't know, like this? Hmm. - The blonde lifted her mask and swallowed my cock with her pink lips.
- It's even more tangible and doesn't fucking answer my question, but keep going!
I pressed down on the blonde's head, giving in to the atmosphere and my instincts. The girl wiggled her voluminous arse like a dog's tail when its head is stroked.
- Mnvvvaa... Mnhmhmmm...
The new stranger's blow job was the wettest I'd ever had. Drool mixed with pre-ejaculant poured over her big boobs and made her pink nipples glisten with moisture.
- What's your name, anyway? - While the blonde danced on my head with her tongue like a hungry bitch over a bowl, I decided not to repeat the mistakes of the distant past, yesterday.
- Mnmmm... Medi Fefmpur! Mmmm.
- Didn't they teach you not to talk with your mouth full?!
I forcefully pushed down on the blonde's head, causing her to fall into her own tits and swallow my mate's glans.
- Haaaaah.
As soon as I released my grip, the girl pulled away from my cock with a happy smile and with her hair in the corners of her lips.
- You can call me Lady Deadpool! Just don't tell anyone my name, it's a secret!
Experiencing some annoyance at Deadpool's wackiness, I started slapping her cheeks with my cock, hinting that I prefer her with her mouth closed.
- Now, now, boy, didn't they teach you that it's not good to be selfish? - Continuing to slap Lady Deadpool's cock on her cheeks, I raised an eyebrow. - Is it just me, or are you ruining the whole atmosphere...''
With a heavy sigh, Lady Deadpool winked at me, then turned around and stood up, leaning against the wall, exposing her wet pussy. I was genuinely amazed at how without a sound she was able to unbutton the bottom of her costume.
- You're a big bloke, though. - not unbuttoned enough. - Wrong hole!
Wetting my index finger with her juices, running it once over her lower lips, I followed it straight into her much tighter looking hole.
- Or is it that one?
After a few thrusts, it was two fingers. Then, after a spit, I got three. The tight hole began to clench greedily, demanding the attention it deserved.
- Holy shit, I'm going to shit my pants! - Lady Deadpool's scream made me stop my advance. - Don't mind me, it's just a remark. Like head falling off, brain exploding, arse burning....
Speaking of arseholes, I went in one juicy and tasty one. It was so big it made the girl look disproportionate. Which only encouraged me to pound her with enough force to break her slim waist.
- Fuck! Get a fire extinguisher now!!!
Which I did. I started pounding the peach with such force that it made waves. The girl's skin under the suit was unexpectedly white, as if she never took it off. It was a sin not to take advantage of such a gift....
*Slap*
- Daddy?!
*Slap*
- Comrade Yeoman?!
*♪ Slap ♪
- Stop it, please, I'm having a terrible daycare memory!!!
*Slap*
- I didn't write that on my sheets, teacher mistress!!!!
The last blow was so hard that Lady Deadpool not only threw out her tongue, but also wet herself with a powerful stream.
- Haaaa... Hmm... It's your fault... - Lady Deadpool looked at me seemingly with resentment. Isn't it strange that I seem to be starting to understand her emotions through the mask?
- Haa. I guess you've been a liar since kindergarten. - my words surprised the girl, but before she could say anything else.
- Aghaaaaaah!
I went back to thrusting. Off the chain I continued to fuck the blonde, kneading and slapping the peach that had ripened to redness.
- Peaches aren't red!!!
- Who said you could read my mind?! - With anger, my fingers slid down to the soggy spot.
- It's all over your face and I'm not a mind-Memmm!...!
After a few thrusts inside my pussy, the same fingers became a much desired gag in the mouth of one very noisy girl.
- Mmmm!
Seeing no difference between fingers and cock, Lady Deadpool began sucking them with no less enthusiasm.
- Mnhmmmmm!
Building up the pace, holding myself in check, finally the ring around my cock began to clench greedily to the rhythm, and the sucking lips began to let the teeth in.
- Mnhm-Haah! Aaaaaaah!
Realising where this was going, I stopped holding back in my lower abdomen, and unleashed a volley right inside the actually jacked up head.
- Who knew... Haaaa... What I would find today... Haaah. Such an arse adventure. - sliding down the wall, Lady Deadpool still had her arse out.
- Nobody likes puns or stupid jokes!
So I decided to teach her a lesson, this time by sticking it in a different hole. Seriously, what kind of sense of humour do you have to have to make jokes like that...?
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- The target has gone into hiding. - Shield agent reported to management, unable to find where Parker disappeared to.
- Copy that. Conspiracy broken?
- No proof of that.
- All right, end of story--
- Wait, Bobby is she?
- Agent Mockingbird's condition is beyond your concern, Agent Drew.
- ... - realising her situation, the brunette could only bite her fingernail as she continued to wait for the coming commands from her superiors.