Some Random Smut Collection(R18+)

Tatsumaki lowered her head and slurped her milkshake, glaring across the table. Shouldn't she be stopping this…? In any other situation, with any other person, she would have unleashed violent psychic energy to destroy the offender and their entire surroundings, but something stayed her hand — something deep and instinctual, and hot and tingling, which made her heeled feet wriggle under the table in anxious spirals.

"Ahn…haah…" Fubuki squirmed in Saitama's lap, arching her back as he dug his fingers knuckle-deep into the doughy masses of her giant tits. His gropes tugged the dark green fabric of her dress tight against her skin, and widened the boob window that gave such a ludicrously obscene view of her cleavage, which lifted in delicious, pancaking squishes as Saitama worked. His bulge rode up between her thighs, grinding against her panties beneath her dress, making her groan and whimper even more fervently. Her nipples were all too clearly stiff, poking under the fabric like loud professions of her lewdness; Saitama squeezed them between his fingers, tugged on them until the fabric turned damp. Tatsumaki nearly bit the straw in two, so tense with anger and confusion. What were these two perverts thinking, acting like this in front of her?

"Fubuki…" Tatsumaki said slowly, gratingly. "Is this…normal…for you?"

Fubuki broke from her happy stupor to peer across at her older sister, red-faced and trembling, biting her bottom lip. "Nngh… I didn't ask for you to chaperone me," she said. "You forced yourself into this, so you…ah…get what's coming to you. Do you have a problem with it?"

Tatsumaki's hair stood up. Her eyes glowed, her expression blank. "Not at all, dear sister," she said. "In fact, why don't you let me help?"

Suddenly, twin geysers of milk jettisoned from Fubuki's tits and through her shirt as her giant, gropeable udders twisted into spirals, wrenched by psychic force. Fubuki's eyes shot up and back, and a wild howl erupted from her throat as she arched in Saitama's lap. The baldy looked surprised, peering over Fubuki's shoulder at Tatsumaki, who swirled her empty milkshake glass through the air with one hand and gestured with the other, guiding Fubuki's flying milk to land safely inside the glass. Once it was full, she released her hold on her little sister's udders, raised the glass to her lips, and sipped thoughtfully. Fubuki was instantly made into a wreck, flopping back against her lover and wheezing for air, her eyes dark-ringed and blurred, her toes twitching… For a moment, Fubuki didn't even know where she was.

"Hey, what did you do that for?" Saitama asked.

"She's my sister," said Tatsumaki with a light shrug. "I can do anything I want to her – especially when it teaches her a lesson." She tilted back her glass, pinkie finger raises, and downed it in five huge gulps. The tiny Esper licked her lips and commanted, "Creamy. I suppose you've been sampling my dear sister's milk every night…?"

Saitama blinked. Fubuki was still panting heavily, her shaky breaths heating his right ear, her giant chest heaving. "Actually, I didn't know she could produce—"

"Liar," said Tatsumaki, and extended a hand. Her intent was to shatter Saitama's ribcage, to crack his vertebrae, to snap his jaw and collapse his knees, he barely seemed to notice the green light coalescing and compressing around him. "I see," she muttered after a time. "You must be a powerful Esper, too. Is that it – you brainwashed my Fubuki?"

"Look, lady, you've got it all wrong. We're just—"

"I understand," Tatsumaki said quietly. Her expression had changed. Her hair flopped down again, and the glow vanished from around Saitama. "This is all about me, isn't it?"

"Huh?"

"You're using Fubuki—" Tatsumaki set her glass aside – "to get to me."

By now, Fubuki had recovered enough to glare at her 'big' sister. "Why, you—" she snarled. "How could you even say something like that? Saitama and I are in love!"

Tatsumaki blew air between clenched teeth. She was getting truly angry now, though she managed to disguise most of it. "Foolish, Fubuki," she said darkly. "He's just using you; soon he'll throw you aside like a piece of trash. Do you think I can sit by and let that happen? As your older sister, I need to show you the error of your ways."

Tatsumaki pointed a finger…low. For the first time, Saitama seemed affected by her power; a short intake of breath was all that betrayed the sudden squeeze he felt around his cock, jerking rhythmically back and forth inside his pants. Fubuki must have realised what was happening; her face flushed red, and she gripped the edge of the table as she all but shrieked at Tatsumaki, "What do you think you're doing!?"

"Proving this perverse animal has no sense of commitment," Tatsumaki said mildly, bobbing her fingertip up and down to the rhythm of her psychic pumps. "If you have complaints, I suggest you train until your powers can rival mine."

Fubuki looked back into Saitama's pleasured eyes and gave a helpless little groan. Grasping his wrists, she urged him to squeeze her more – and squeeze he did, sinking his fists so deep into her tits that she instantly ahegao'd in insane pleasure. "Auhhgh—!" But even as he mashed and tugged and squished her titties, Fubuki started to thump her hips back and forth, grinding in his lap. She'd gone her entire life being one-upped by Tatsumaki in all matters, but today she refused to stand for it! Even if it took every last iota of her willpower, she was going to beat her sister.

-

Unbeknownst to the two of them, they had spectators. Lily adjusted the settings on her high-tech camera and hunkered down with it, breathing heavily in the dusty closet. The device could see through walls, and with it she watched the love rivals engaging in a contest of pure sluttery. "Mmn, I wish you could see this," said the pervy Blizzard Group hero, trailing a hand over the front of her pants…

"I can see it," said Psykos, standing tall with her hands parked on her dress-straining hips. Her eyes were closed, her lips curled in vague annoyance, veins standing out in her forehead as she concentrated on the psychic auras of the lusty heroes in the bar. She'd run into Lily as she followed Tatsumaki at a distance, and Lily – not recognising the villain – had suggested they join forces. Skulking in some closet wasn't what she'd expected, setting out, but she supposed this was the closest she was likely to get. Perhaps she was bearing witness to Tatsumaki's greatest weakness: her compulsion to dominate her own sister. Something to bear it mind, certainly…

But even as she studied her rival for weakness, Psykos could feel herself getting hot and bothered. She was surrounded by perversion, from the show in the bar to the soft moans of Lily. It was near impossible not to be affected by all the lust in the air.

-

"I'd like to remind you," said Tatsumaki, "that I don't want to do this. I have no interest in Caped Baldies, but my dear Fubuki needs to learn a lesson."

By now, Saitama was rock-hard, bulging out his pants to an insane degree. Fubuki was amazed by the sheer size of him; they'd never actually gone to bed together before, despite all their heavy groping, and the realisation of how hung her boyfriend was, was messing with her head. She crooned as he rolled his palms through her massive, sensitive breasts, treating them like stress balls to vent his frustration on. Tatsumaki was pumping his cock harder and faster by the second, building up to a high-impact, thumping beat that jolted his dick from base to tip, again and again, utterly merciless in her assault!

Suddenly, it all became too much. Saitama grunted as his pants ripped apart around his expanding cock; it burst into the open air, bouncing up high as he came like a fire hydrant. Splrrrrttttt! A giant rope of cream surged up into the air, painting Fubuki's belly and chest white, then rebounding off the bottoms of her tits to drench the table and fleck Tatsumaki's face with cream. He spurted and spurted, cumming harder than any man had any right to, his balls clamping upwards, hard at work sending all that boiling cream up his bucking shaft!

As Saitama's orgasm faded to a dribble, Fubuki, all tense with shock and awe, let out a warbling moan of amazement. Tatsumaki could only giggle at the look on her sister's face, and swipe a finger tauntingly across her own face. She gathered up the small amount of cream that had reached her cheeks, then inserted her finger into her mouth and suckled, as Fubuki watched on in swelling anger.

"Is something the matter, Fubuki?" Tatsumaki asked, tilting her head to one side.

Without saying a word to her infuriating older sister, Fubuki climbed off of Saitama's lap and knelt before him, gripping the rim of her boob window to stretch and wrench it around her massive, glossy udders, which spilled into the open in a delicious cascade. Glowering up into Saitama's eyes, she gripped his cock in both hands and guided it between her tits, then squeezed them together with all her might. Surely this would seal the deal; Tatsumaki had no hope of competing with her natural assets, no matter how hard she tried. But even as she started to jiggle her tits around Saitama's cock, Tatsumaki rose, stretched, and walked casually around the table. She hopped up onto the seat, stepped one foot over Saitama's lap, and stood over Fubuki's head, lifting her dark dress to expose her shiny, pink, totally bare pussy!

"Well?" Tatsumaki asked, not seeming to notice her own slick juices dripping onto Fubuki's head. "Want to lick it?"

Saitama met her eyes for a moment – but then his face vanished under the taut contours of her stomach, as he wrapped his lips around her delicious little pussy and started to slurp. Tatsumaki crooned happily as his tongue swiped and rippled all over her tender cunt, making her rise on her tiptoes and shudder with electric pleasure. Her powers helped her to avoid falling, and even thrust back against Saitama's face as his tongue started to press inside her. Her moans filled the bar, her tongue flicking over the brim of her open mouth while her eyes lolled up and back in their sockets. For the first time since they'd started their little play session, she was letting herself lose control, trembling and moaning and rolling her hips while Fubuki pumped her colossal udders up and down Saitama's cock. FLOP, FLOP, POP, FLOP! Her heavy boobs smacked his lap again and again, splattering leftover cum in all directions, venting it up through her cleavage and pressure-spurting it all over her own face. Despite this, she kept on jerking her chest up and down, burning with determination to make Saitama blow another of those gigantic loads. When his cockhead surged up from her cleavage for the fourtieth time, she had an idea – and wrapped her mouth around his cock, squishing and mashing her tits together with her biceps while she sucked him off noisily. Schlrp…puah…scchmuahk…

Tatsumaki, unable to control herself anymore, cried out as she hit a sudden, squirting climax. She arched her back and thrust her pelvis upwards, teetering on her tiptoes as she filled Saitama's mouth with her sweet nectar. "Unngh…" Her own nipples were stiff and visible through her dress, and sweat dripped from her asscheeks and thighs as she came like a total whore. "Nngh…ffhgh…" There was a faint rumble in the ground, psychic spasms resonating outwards as she totally lost her mind to the pleasure. Windows shattered, and framed pictures fell to the floor. Tatsumaki could sense Fubuki cumming, too; squeezing her thighs together and squeaking around a mouthful of dick as she enjoyed a powerful, hands-free orgasm! What a depraved little sister Tatsumaki had…

At last, exhausted, the sisters fell back. Tatsumaki hovered in the air somewhat, bobbing up and down lazily, while Fubuki flopped with her head on Saitama's thigh, letting his cock burst from her mouth to point at the ceiling, still throbbing with need.

Saitama, shadowy-eyed, rose from his seat. His switch had been flipped.

-

"Oh my," said Lily, panting for precious air as she watched Saitama rough-fucking Fubuki against the wall – the direct opposite side of the wall, in fact, where Psykos and Lily were hiding. Through her camera, Lily could see Fubuki's intensely pleasured face, her pink tongue drooping, her palms up on the wall as Saitama bucked madly against her asscheeks and stirred her precious pussy into a blissful soup. Each clap of flesh on flesh sounded clearly through the wall.

Psykos, for her part, stepped up to the wall and laid her hands on it – exactly where Fubuki's palms were pressed. The villain wore a wide smirk of glee, watching the Esper get rough-wrecked mere inches from her face. Those stupid-huge tits of Fubuki's swung back and forth violently, whacking the wall with each forward surge. Psykos smushed her chest against the wall too, humming softly, sliding a hand between her thighs…

-

As for Tatsumaki, that little slut was behind Saitama – squatting, in fact, and slurping on his giant, swinging balls. Her jaw hung open, her tongue lashing and squirming over and around the stud's bouncing testicles whenever they were close enough, her face providing a cushion for those heavy nuts. "Auhhhmpph…" Her eyes were hazed with pleasure, wavering as she burned up in the heat of her own lust. She masturbated as she slurped, hooking two fingers into her sloppy little pussy and stroking herself silly, all the while trying to engulf one of Saitama's balls in her mouth.

Suddenly, Fubuki gave a hollering moan, tossing back her head and trembling as she hit another huge orgasm. Her eyes rolled back…and kept on rolling until they showed only the whites, and she flopped against the wall – totally KO'd. Saitama let her slide off his dick, dropping to her knees with her face and tits pressed on the flat surface, out of the game for now. Saitama turned to Tatsumaki, who had already prepared herself – face down, ass up, reaching back to spread her thick cheeks with her hands. She exposed her tight, untouched pucker to the raging stud, and peering over a shoulder, she hissed, "Go ahead. I'm waiting for you."

Saitama clamped his hands around Tatsumaki's asscheeks and nestled his cockhead against her asshole, feeling it clench tight on contact. Tatsumaki gurgled and threw an arm across her face, blushing heavily, clearly nervous about what was to come. Her cruel, 'big sister taking responsibility' persona had faded pretty quickly, and all that remained was a slut horny for cock. Saitama steadied himself, then RAMMED her tiny asshole full of brutal, rock-hard dick – going balls-deep with a single thrust! Her asscheeks leapt deliciously from the impact, and Tatsumaki gave a squeal of bliss as he started to pump her. Biting her forearm, going cross-eyed in pleasure, Tatsumaki became the recipient of the assfuck of a lifetime. SMACK, SMACK, CLAP, CLAP, SMACK! Sweat flew from her bounding cheeks, and as Saitama stampeded her poor, helpless ass, the entire bar rumbled and shook. Saitama was so close she could feel his balls clenching, ready to explode--!

And in the next moment, Tatsumaki hit a sudden, anal orgasm, the likes of which she'd never even imagined possible. As Saitama erupted thick, white ropes into her guts, she clenched her fists – and growled in pleasure. It was like a coil had been released: the walls and ceiling of the bar were disintegrated in an instant, leaving them trembling and twitching in a deep crater in the earth. Saitama held himself balls-deep inside her, flooding her with cream as she gurgled into her arms.

Some time later, Saitama and the sisters picked their way up the edge of the crater, saying nothing to each other, dizzy and panting after their extended fuck-session – or, at least, Tatsumaki and Fubuki were panting. Saitama looked unphased, as though he'd been out for a light stroll instead of an Olympian threesome.

As they crossed over the ridge, they were surprised to see two women roughly 69-ing each other in the dust, thighs wrapped around each other's heads, slurping cunt like nothing else mattered. Slowly, though, they noticed observers' presence, and they looked up slowly. A moment passed, and then Lily and Psykos clambered to their feet and ran away.