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Ben 10: Omniharem
By : Praetor
Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Omniverse
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Remember to drink responsably and not to mix alcohol with driving, flying, swimming, sex- etc. Underage drinking is illegal in most jurisdictions and I do not condone it, check your local laws if you are unsure of the age.

Ben sat fighting an enemy older than Vilgax, Attea and even Eon, an enemy that has plagued him all his life and mankind since the dawn of time. Boredom.
He stifled a yawn, trying to keep up appearances as he sat at the table of honour in the large hall. The edges and front were lined with tables with the centre left open for dancing and ceremony. Overhead lighting panels and table top candles provided illumination that rivaled the cosmos visible in the large transparent windows on the back wall of the space station. Right now the Master of Ceremonies (some veteran semi-retired from years back he didn’t know) was going on about the traditions dating back to the Plumbier society in colonial America as people either listened attentively, subtly played on their phones or slept.
He didn’t want to be openly disrespectful and play on his phone but fighting sleep was difficult. He was jarred alert by a nudge to his ribs.
‘Ow, hey.’ He whispered sharply
‘You’re dozing off again.’ Molly said
She was his ‘date’ to this event. He wasn’t planning on attending the 323rd Annual Plumbers’ Ball but his attendance was mandatory due to him being the guest of honour and as such, he would have the first dance and as such, he needed to have a date. He couldn’t take his favourite cocksleave because she happened to be his cousin and that was frowned upon by high society (or was it?), besides, she had a collage final to go to. His second favourite was attending a Tennis Qualification for the Olympic team and even though his third was also attending the event, she was distant family.
He was toying with the idea of taking Emily but the choice was made a lot easier when Molly Gunther asked him out. He was walking from the cafeteria on the Bellview base a week ago when he was approached by the woman. She was tall and well built, clearly putting in extra hours at the gym.
‘Hey Ben.’ She called to the young hero as he walked by
She was in tight leggings that showed off her muscular legs and a thermal shirt that hugged her body very well. Her long light brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she looked to be going to the gym and not from it, as she wasn’t soaked in sweat yet and still had some preworkout mix drink.
‘Yes… Molly?’ he answered, not entirely sure what her last name was as they didn’t interact much outside of passing
‘So that annual ball coming up,’ she said, turning to square off with him ‘got a date?’
‘No actually.’ He said, not wanting to say yes and then showing up alone
‘Would you like to go with me?’ she asked
He was actually taken aback. She was asking him to be her date, not the other way around. She just asked him to the dance like it was the most normal thing in the world. He sputtered a little and she said ‘You can say no.’
‘No.’ he said and she shrugged and started to turn
‘I mean no, it’s not no. As in yes.’ He said
She made a lopsided grin and said ‘Cool, see you then.’
And she was stunning. She was wearing the female variation of their dress uniform and her rack was outstanding. Not her boobs, which were massive and firm, but her ribbon rack. She had awards and decorations from various skirmishes and operations she’d been on and some milestone medals on three decks. The top was a short jacket that was half button and stretched open by her bust with a ribbon type bow tie around the collar. She had a black mid length black skirt on that framed her well-muscled legs and thick ass that were covered in stockings. Last were simple, short black heels.
Her long brown hair was pulled back into an elegant bun. Just a little bit of makeup brought out her light blue eyes and made her handsome face somewhat feminine.
‘I wasn’t sleeping.’ He sputtered
‘I know you weren’t, I’ve been kicking you awake this whole time.’ She said
‘Hush!’ he said when he saw his grandpa stand ‘gramps is speaking.’
‘To honour the sweat dropped in training and blood spilled in battle, I add to the grog Tequila and Red Wine.’ He said as he approached with the two bottles in hand
He uncorked one and unscrewed the lid of the other, poured both into his mouth as the assembly cheered, and then emptied both into the grog bowl. It was a large steaming cauldron that held a vile concoction of various exotic drinks that was to be drank from for the duration of the evening. Or the closest equivalent in space.
‘and back to napping.’ Ben said, dozing off as Azmuth added a few sample bottles of something that represented the corners of the galaxy traveled or something
He snapped back to attention when he saw the familiar rack of Lucie. Being fairly new, her rack wasn’t nearly as impressive but her bust made up for it. She was in her natural humanesque sludge puppy form but still wore the full uniform. As she approached with a bottle of some purple booze she said ‘The reach of the Plumbers is ever expanding, every day new people, strange customs and different species make contact with and join their ranks. To represent this diversity I add Lenopan Ale.’
There was cheering as she uncorked it and downed some, a lot spilling out and foaming up on the front of her luscious rack. As she poured the rest into the grog bowl she said ‘Drink slowly and stand with caution.’
More and more people came up and poured different drinks into the noxious brew that steamed and bubbled. Being under 21, Ben really didn’t care because he couldn’t legally drink from it (or could he? They were in space…) and besides, he just wanted to go home and play video games or sleep or something. He started thinking about the tits on Gwen, Lucie and Julie as the doze drifted in.
Then he felt a hand on his crotch that woke him up instantly. He looked over and saw Molly somewhat subtly reaching under the table to fondle his junk.
‘Still dozing off?’ She off
‘Keep arousing me like that and we’ll have to duck out early.’ He said
He couldn’t doze off after that point because Molly kept rubbing his crotch, and then down his leg as he grew. Molly kept her face towards the table though, scarcely looking away and even holding polite small talk as she rubbed Ben’s trouser snake through the clothes.
‘and now we may rejoice!’ declared the MC as he opened the dance floor
He could not believe that there was enough consensus among the alien cultures to devise a uniform idea of opulent, tradition steeped, fun sucking grand balls for these kind of formal social functions.
Ben felt a nudge from behind as his Grandpa said ‘Get on out there.’
Ben stood shakily, his engorged member making movement difficult as it lay erect down his pant leg. He walked with Molly’s elbow in his, the tall woman matching him in height even without the heels. Some vaguely familiar alien music was playing over the speakers played on no instrument made by humans but strangely akin to jazz filled the air as the couple squared off in the centre of the wide open floor. He put a hand on her back and held the other, standing straight up in front of her and face to face with her marvelous bosom.
They began to slow dance, Ben looking up over the mountains of breast meat into her eyes as the statuesque woman danced with him, the couple moving in a small circle around each other somehow keeping pace and time. It was the couple’s equivalent of a two-step he learned many years ago but it was enough to get them through the song.
She ever so subtly whispered the counts to keep Ben in time and even with the throbbing erection he was trying hard to deflate, he was able to keep with her. Things got less intense when he saw out the corner of his eye Max stand and with a hand in Xylene’s, they took to the stage. Max was in a very old uniform he still kept up to date while Xylene was in her alien equivalent.
They began dancing and other couples took to the stage. Soon the focus was off them as the floor became full of dancing duos. Then the music changed to a faster and still alien song that had a very modern contemporary vibe. The pace was faster and dancing more intense. Perceived infractions were penalized by trips to the Grog, the steaming bowl centre by the front table daunting people with its presence and there was a whole little ceremony for drinking from it.
‘Switch!’ announced Lucy as she and Rook crashed into Ben and Molly
The next thing he knew, he was dancing with Lucy and she had far less grace and tact than Molly, whose subtle ques on spins and steps he instantly missed. She picked up where the red head left off and was grinding on his inflated trouser leg while smothering him with her boobs.
‘So Ben, are you planning on getting any tonight?’ she asked softly with a snort
Apparently the ale was no joke or she was pregaming for the evening.
‘Not out loud Lucy.’ He whispered
She shoved a hand in his pocket and withdrew it, saying ‘A present for when you stick it in her.’ with a wink
They hit another couple and a second switch occurred, now he was face to face with a beautiful copper skinned human he vaguely recognized-
‘Kai!? He exclaimed
‘Ben, oh hey!’ she squealed
The beautiful Native American eschewed the plumber dress uniform for a tribal influenced and stylistic dress. Her hair done back with beads and feathers.
‘Long time, how have you been?’ he asked, trying not to surprise her with his enormous hard on
‘Good, good. Developing personally and professionally, that kind of thing.’ She said
They were actually able to keep the rhythm and pace around the floor as they talked, hand in hand and arms around each other.
‘So uhm, later do you think we could-‘ he began before he heard Rook say ‘Incoming!’
They clashed and now he was waltzing and dancing around with his old partner Rook Blonco.
‘Be silent Ben, or else your open distaste will make this awkward.’ He said
Ben squirmed, trying not to hit his deflating erection on his alien faced, bald headed friend and partner.
‘No problem, just say nothing back.’ Ben said
Soon enough he rotated back to his original partner and was with Molly again. Shortly after that, the music changed to a decidedly Earth song, the all-time classic ‘Worth It’. The atmosphere became club like as the partners increased the pace, closeness and sensuality of their dances.
And by Sensuality he meant the hands down, ass up dancing common in hip hop videos. Molly spun and with her hands on her knees and back arched, began grinding her well muscled ass on him. He could only wonder what the aliens thought this was, did they think it was some kind of human mating ritual? The human female in heat seeks to attract a prospective mate by calling on their feral instincts with a provocative dance-
‘What are you thinking about Ben?’ asked Molly as she stood back up and caressed his face over her shoulder, thick ass cheeks still cradling his dick pipe through their clothes
‘Nothing, hey- let’s go back to our seats, I have to finish my meal.’
With that they walked back to the table as the DJ (Driba and Blukic in a booth overhead) dampened the lights and set up the strobes to complete transition from formal ceremony to club house. The cosmos appeared ever brighter out the windowed wall in the back despite the lazers and lights from the strobes and ceiling.
Ben sat and grabbed his… thing, looked like a fish, with his fingers and began biting off it when he noticed that Molly didn’t quite make it back. He looked around trying to find where she went, amazed he somehow missed the statuesque, muscle bound woman stacked like the decks at a casino.
Then he felt his zipper undo and with a shudder, he realized there was someone between his legs under the table. Without looking too suspicious, he leaned back and looked down, she was completely concealed under the long wood table by the white cloth with embroidery that draped to the floor.
He felt his aching manhood get pulled through the flaps of his pants and the whole schlong released to the air. Molly clearly knew what she was getting into, having ground on and felt him in their dancing. She went right in, Ben felt the spongy wet tongue run along his swollen head and the crevices of the glans. He shivered and tried to look normal eating his fishy thing as Molly ate his dick steak.
Soon she stopped licking it around and took the head in her mouth, he could feel the plump lips enclose around the front and warm, moist air wash over it as it traveled along the top of her tongue in her mouth. She chicken pecked the meat, sliding her head down gradually as she gobbled his dong.
‘Hey Ben, wanna dance?’ asked Lucy as she approached the table
She leaned over the front of the desk so her bountiful bosom was nearly bursting from her top as she beamed at him.
‘Oh, uhm, nah. I’m still eating, gotta wait 20 minutes and all.’ He said in a forced smile as Molly got the head past the vice of her throat
‘Okay but in 20 minutes be ready.’ She said with a smirk as she stood and turned
Ben closed his eyes and savoured the feeling of his cock being clenched by the tight throat of the woman’s muscular neck. Soon she had half his dick in her mouth and was still feeding him to her. He kicked his legs out farther to accommodate her and stabilize himself.
‘What happened Ben,’ asked Grandpa Max ‘Did you have some of the Grog?’
‘Huh, oh no…’ he said, bending forward and leaning on the desk as a sigh escaped his lips
‘Wouldn’t blame you if you did. It’s actually has a pretty sweet after taste but burns going down.’ He said as he swigged from his cup ‘Hey, Earth’s laws don’t apply up here or in secret societies.’
It was really weird seeing the wiser and older grey haired man who was a second father to him being cool or in something other than his retired old man outfits. As he walked away to get more drunk and festive, Ben heard a slurp from below the table as displaced air and saliva escaped Molly’s lips in a frothy expulsion. He watched the crowd descend into a drunken mess as the influence of the grog and the open bar took hold on the adults. The warm mix ran down the cockmeat that wasn’t in the advancing mouth of Molly.
He began lightly bucking his hips in his seat, reflexively urging on his own impending orgasm. This Molly Gunther was very skilled with her mouth and hands, stroking the cock as she fed herself, and Ben was already excited from the dance with her, Lucy and Kai. He was also eager to bust this nut off so he could get the massive organ back in his pants and head out before he got hard again.
‘Pst, Molly…’ he whispered
She hummed in response as he checked to make sure no one nearby was paying him much mind, forcing him to jerk in his seat as her whole wet and tight throat buzzed around his throbbing penis, pushing himself balls deep in her face as he sat straight up and jolted her head into the table. No one seemed to notice as he settled back down.
‘I’m about to cum.’ He said softly
He didn’t want to surprise her and mess up her looks, or get any on the ground. Quickly, his dick was exposed to the elements again as she eased her head off of it, pulling it out of her with a long slurping sound and a wet kiss to the head once it was free.
‘Can I get a cup or something?’ she asked as she began furiously stroking his soaked cock with her precum cream and saliva coated hands
He reached out and grabbed a pitcher for the grog and passed it under the table. She continued jerking him off with alternating double fisted grips as he bounced his legs excitedly. He closed his eyes and pictured his cock sluts before him on their knees, hands on eachother’s pussies and mouths wide open in anticipation. Gwen in her green lingerie, Lucie in her purple, and Julie in her red.
He felt his balls clench and exhaled wordlessly, trying not to contort his face at all as his cock was milked for all its worth. She began to slow down and use one hand, stroking the meat and guiding the stream of cum, he imagined, into the pitcher. Once he got over the initial excitement, he sat back and relaxed, letting her message his wilting dong and coax the cum out.
Shortly thereafter was one final, long squeeze down the mostly flaccid length and he felt his cock get tucked back into his pants like a fruit roll up. Then she got out from under the table and sat beside him like nothing happened. Her hair was a little messy, her lipstick and eye liner were running and she had a pitcher of frothy cum grog mix in her hand as the other was using a handkerchief to wipe her face from the gooey aftermath of his climax.
Rook approached the table, the female rook, the pretty one, Blanco’s sister ‘Come on girl, the grog is supposed to be chugged, not sipped.’
She looked at Ben out the corners of her eyes as she raised the glass to her lips. He’d used the word cocktail to describe the mix of his and women’s sex juices before but this is the first time he saw someone drink it as an alcoholic beverage. It was kind of gross but really hot as she up ended the glass and chugged the creamy concoction tinted red by the mix.
‘Ben, why don’t you challenge the grog?’ asked Rook Shar
Ben had enormous difficulty saying no in general but to a pretty woman especially, but he had to draw a line somewhere and drunkenness was a definitely unheroic thing to engage in.
‘I can’t, staying sober. I’m a role model and a hero.’ He said
‘Isn’t that your role model and hero over there dancing on a table with a lampshade over his head?’ she asked with a nod over her shoulder to a very intoxicated Magister Grandpa Max doing what she just said
Who was he kidding? He was always about bad ideas. He stood, relieved his cock was relieved and not making walking hard, and made his way around the table to the grog. He stood, faced the steaming cauldron, saluted, grabbed a pitcher, filled it, toasted, and drank deep from the lightly foaming concoction of various alcohols. Somehow the idea to ferment various food stuffs into consumable liquors for inebriation permeated all cultures and was a constant across the extraterrestrial civilizations.
There was probably enough alcohol in the bowl to sterilize chemical instruments and it seared his mouth and throat as he drank but there was the aforementioned fruity after taste. He drank it all because it seemed only fair after what Molly swallowed and relaxed his arm. His head was swimming but he was not going to act like it or retch reflexively. He held the pitcher over his head upside down to demonstrate that it was empty and then saluted the grog one more time before stepping away.
The remix of that old 90s ‘Better Off Alone’ was playing now when Molly grabbed him and took him back to the dance floor for some more rug cutting. As they bounced and ground together she said ‘Why don’t we duck out and get a little more personal?’
Before Ben could eagerly agree, the Rook of the Blonco variety popped up and said ‘He goes nowhere until we speed drink small canisters of light alcohol soft drinks with his old partner.’
‘Shotgunning,’ Ben said ‘we call it shot gunning beer.’
Using a pocket knife he had in his uniform jacket for just this kind of thing, he poked the holes in the beer and on the count of three, raised the two raised their cans and popped the tops. Some froth leaked out the sides of his mouth and he understood now what his bitches felt like when he cum leaked but still managed to chug the contents in a single, prolonged gulp.
He handed the can to Rook and said ‘Okay, that’s enough. I really have to go now.’
He hooked arms with Molly and turned to an exit when she stopped him ‘Woah, look- Green is doing body shots.’
He looked and through the daze he could see the woman of his younger self’s desires up ending a shot glass over her ample and exposed cleavage visible in the low cut dress and Lucie, of all people, lick and slurp it up from between the valley of her cleavage.
‘No way, I am so down.’ he said, caution abandoning him at the prospect of drinking booze off his crush’s boobs
He approached as Kai grabbed another shot glass and held it over her chest, she saw Ben and said ‘Ooh, the guest of honour. Toast to the big hero.’
She raised the glass and he dove in, burying his face between the warm and wet valleys of her copper skinned breasts and slurping up the highly concentrated alcohol.
The music died away and the next thing he knew, he was on his back in one of the simple one room barracks of the facility. There was a small kitchen unit, a bed, an entertainment set, separate bathroom and closet, and a window to the stars outside. It was all vaguely similar to the cruise except that was all Edwardian and classical whereas this was sterile, industrial and sci fi chrome.
His attention was pulled from the steel walls and lighting panels when he noticed slurping and with a downward glance, saw his date was getting busy. She was halfway down his dick for the second time that night, eagerly drooling over, stroking and sucking on his cock. He jerked and spasmed once he felt the pleasure of her mouth and throat on his salami. She looked up, blue eyes under brown bangs, as she pulled her mouth from him.
‘Oh, there you are. You kind of blanked after the second body shot.’ she said
‘Well then what happened?’ he asked as the grogginess cleared his head
‘Nothing, you danced like an idiot, that Lucy Mann girl ground on your fierce, I think she actually masturbated herself on you. Then we went back here and I decided to wake you up from your little stupor.’ she said with a grin
‘How long did that take?’ he asked, propping up on his elbows
‘Not long at all, 20 minutes tops. You’re kind of a light weight at drinking although that grog was fierce. Give it time and don’t feel bad, it’s traditions to get black out drunk at these events. Now we’ll play a different grown up game…’
She reached down to her skirt and grabbed the slit, with a tear of her strong arms she ripped the fabric apart and pulled the skirt in halves. Throwing it around her waist, he saw she had long leg stocking socks on under and nothing else. Her pussy was bare, nothing on it but a sheen of anticipation juices and a swollen clit.
She rose onto her knees over him, the powerful legs pulsing with every movement, she had the strongest legs he had ever seen on a human. Angling herself towards him, his pussy pleaser aimed straight up, she pushed the lips down around the top of his head.
Molly tilted her head back and moaned as she descended on his cunt puncher, the cock still as hard as Krupp steel despite having cum less than an hour ago. Her lips were stretched around the thickest part of the top after the helmet disappeared in her heavenly love canal.
She trembled as she descended, the bulging muscles of her legs spasming as she moved herself on him. She was as hot and wet as the others he had fucked and she pushed herself as hard as them. She began bouncing lightly, pushing down as hard as she lifted up, sliding down his pole like a stripper as she undid her top.
She pulled the ribbon bow tie off and split her top, pulling the collar and jacket aside as she slid the articles of clothing off of her. She pulled them off her arms and dropped them besides the bed, sitting on Ben’s cock in nothing but her heavy duty bra that held her tits out and in a pleasing shape. Her arms were huge, bigger than his and far better defined, she really did work out hard. He knew he’d outclass her one day but right now she was his superior as far as being a physical specimen of human athleticism.
She reached behind her and Ben marveled at the six pack and obliques on the woman as she unclasped her bra. It fell away just as she bottomed out on his dick and he moaned in both appreciation at the sight of her huge boobs bared and the feeling of his whole cock inside the busty, buff woman.
Ben kicked his legs apart and hooked them behind hers, then sat up. The athletic brunette fell back a little on his lap as her legs wrapped around his waist. They sat in lotus and began rouging their hips. His fuckstick churned around in her core through her cunt as she pulled him into her, burying his curly brown haired head in her bosom. She was so far the least busty woman he had done it with but by no means inadequate.
Her luscious melons were still a good match in size for his head and in stark contrast to her hard, muscular body, were quite soft. They wobbled and shifted with his every movement as he moved his face around in her chest and used his hands to fondle the excess. The big boobs were pushed to the sides by his head and she held him in place as she cooed.
Ben pulled his face from her tits and focused on the fucking, driving up into the larger woman as they sat entwined. His hands never left her boods though, and continued to fondle them as she shook on his sex staff. He looked up at her handsom face, those blue eyes and saw that she was breathing fast.
‘Oh Ben, you’re dick is so… soo…’
‘Huge?’ he asked before licking one of the nipples of the large boobs in his hands ‘I get that a lot.’
He then remembered Lucy’s words and checked his pocket, with her head over his shoulder facing back, he looked in his hand and saw a jumbo sized condom and another dog collar. This one was a bronze type medallion on an orange ribbon. True to form, one side said ‘Molly’ and the other was his pent house address.
She must have made it as soon as she heard, or this was planned, or maybe Gwen was that serious about his harem. Either way, the condom was useless and he put that back in his pocket. He leaned back a little to face Molly, their lotus position allowing them sensual closeness. Without saying what he was doing, he deftly hooked on her collar.
‘What’s this? Oh, am I your bitch now?’ she asked in huffs as she fell back onto her elbows to spread her legs farther. Ben pulled himself on his knees, letting go of her tits to grab a muscled leg.
‘Yes, one of many. Be proud, this is an exclusive club.’ he said
She was now on her side and playing with her own tits while looking up ‘Just how big is this ‘club’ and which are we talking about.’ she asked with an eyebrow cock that indicated the pun was intended
‘Both just got a little bigger with you around.’ he said
Ben was still fully clothed as he picked a leg up under the knee and began fucking her hard. Each thrust shuck the bed and jolted her, it was only by the powerful muscles all over her body she kept her form under such strain.
‘So are the alien girl or that Kai woman going to be joining us?’ she asked
‘Stretch goals Ms. Gunther, stretch goals.’ he said through gritted teeth as he pulled himself out from under her thick, meaty ass
Now over her, he could bottom out and ride her missionary. She was still wearing the shredded skirt and the silken stockings of her legs were smooth over her legs. As he pounded her into the mattress at a quicker pace, he reached out with both hands to grab her tits. He fondled and squeezed them a little before leaning far over her and taking one of them into his mouth.
That was his favourite place to be, cock immersed in a woman’s sacred part and the nipples of their fat tits in his mouth. He groped and squeezed the other boob as she said ‘Yeah, fuck this cunt, suck that tit.’
Though his superior in height, weight and musculature, Ben had her at his complete mercy with his mighty horse cock. He spat the tit out and stood on his knees. There he kicked a leg out over the edge of the bed and pulled himself over. She wrapped her legs around him as he got off the bed and stood facing it, using his hands to pull her legs apart and drop one.
He wasn’t unfit, having prominent lean muscle under his dress uniform, but with his hefty cock imbed in the stronger woman he was able to easily move her legs to bend her over the bed and meet her hips to ass. Now behind her, he mounted her like a dog and went back to pound town.
The muscles of her strong back rippled as she grabbed fistfuls of the bed sheets to hold onto as she grit her teeth against the rear bombardment. Ben drove back and forth fast enough for his swollen sack to fall out of his pants and flap around under the base of his shaft. The claps of her ass and his hips bouncing off blurred together as her hair fell out of its confines and became a sweaty, tangled mess of light brown around her handsome face as she gasped and gaped.
‘Ugh, oh, oooh Benjamin!’ she cried
He said nothing as he grabbed her hips and admired her ass. She clearly did squats and possessed quite a massive, thick and muscular ass that danced around as he hit it from behind. The cheeks jumped, jostled and split in every direction as the bed shifted around under them.
He let go of her hips to sink his hands in them, leaving red hand prints in the firm white skin as he traced the massive semi orbs of her bum. She was fatigued to the point where she dropped her face into the bed and bent her back. He let go of her ass and bent over her, sinking his hands in her boobs from behind.
‘You okay?’ he asked in her ear from over her shoulder
‘I’ll be a lot better when we cum.’ she said in a gasp as he drove into her hard enough to slide along the top of the bed
‘Good golly miss Molly, why in such a hurry?’ he said as he stood up
Feet on the ground, he pulled her over the edge of the bed so her feet were on the ground too. There he pulled out, all 19 or so inches withdrawn from the heat of her pulsating sex. Built up sex juices leaked out as soon as the vacancy was complete and he slapped the shimmering pillar of dick meat down between her ass cheeks like a sexy hot dog.
With two hands he held the thick buns together and saw his colossal dong disappear as it was enveloped by the firm, warm, shiny red hand printed white cheeks. He ground himself against her, the purple precum leaking war head of his slick dick poking out the top of her ass and riding along her back as his balls bounced against her still gaping cunt.
He did that for a hot minute to sate his lust for big ass action before releasing her. Bending over her own bent form, he grabbed her ankles and stood back up while stepping back. Molly barely caught herself on the edge of the bed, using both hands on the metal rim to hold herself up as Ben held onto her legs with his strong, lean arms.
He reinserted himself in her wide spread cunt. Miss Gunther resumed her passionate moaning as Ben fucked her wheelbarrow style, holding her muscled legs to his sides and thrusting long and hard. His megacock pistoned her pussy as she tossed her head around, arms straining to hold her weight as her boobs swayed pendulously below her with the jingling dog collar.
The muscles of her impressive back were tight as she held herself rigid enough to take his cock. Her ass bounced around as much as the taught muscles would allow. The intensity of the rutt was more than either could maintain and without missing a beat, she lowered herself to the ground and rested her head on her arms.
Ben let go of her legs and let them fall to the floor, and then took small steps while closing the distance and bundle her into a sexy, semi naked fuck ball. Soon her knees were on either side of her head, she was resting on her shoulders, her back was bent and her ass was straight in the air. He pounded straight down into her while finally removing his own clothes.
He practically ripped off his shirt, tie and jacket, throwing them onto her pile of clothes before fumbling with his belt. All the while she tried to speak through the tits that now rested on her face.
‘Oh fuck- Ben… ugn, oh- but I like a man in uniform.’ she said
He pulled out of her again, dropping his pants and stepping out of them as he said ‘Sacrifices we make for love.’
She unfurled like a flag in the wind, sprawling her athletic body along the floor and resting against the bed. A gleam of sweat shone all over her mostly naked form that highlighted the curves of her sculpted statuesque body. He reached down and grabbed her under the arms, then lifted her upper body onto the bed. There he pinned her with his own body by straddling her chest.
His dick fell naturally in the groove between her magnificent tits as if it were its natural habitat. His balls pooled on her chest right under the bulbous boobs as he held her tits together for him to fuck. She looked down at the snake slithering along her chest and lapped at the head every time it came near until it was there long enough to where she could take the head back in her mouth.
She turned those light blue eyes up to him, her plump lips wrapped around the top of the cock as she sucked it again. Ben messaged his dick through her heavy tits, shaking, groping and squeezing the fat white knockers that enveloped his pocket rocket. Saliva oozed out from around her lips as she breathed from her nose, leaking down the long dong and falling between her tits in a frothy mix like the grog or the body shots from earlier that night.
Her hands went around under him and began playing with her cooch, fiddling the clit and messaging the lips, occasionally probing the gaped muscles but failing at replacing the massive intruder from earlier. The spittle lubed her tits as he pounded her bodacious boobs with abandon.
Ben let go of her tits after a moment and stood over her, she tilting her head straight up. He braced himself on the bed with his arms and began pumping into her mouth, diving straight down her gullet as she sat against the edge of the bed finger fucking herself.
With gravity on his side he was easily pumping out and driving back down to chin slapping depths in moments. His heavy cum inflated sack was bouncing off her neck and chin and his pubic bone was mashing her nose like a button. Her whole neck strained and clamped around the invading penis, the prominent veins and muscles distending as his fucked her face like a sex toy. She began tearing up and Ben began panting as his balls grew tight.
Her ministrations grew in intensity too, getting three fingers in and playing the clit like an analogue stick. Her neck spasmed around the pleasure numbed dick of Earth’s mightiest hero as he hit a fever pitch in his face fuck.
‘Oh fuck- Molly!’ he exclaimed as he got back to his feet and grabbed her head
With his fistfuls of hair he bottomed out again and began unloading baby batter into her. He pumped the first major load straight into her stomach as she moaned around his pulsating cock. He gave her a face a few more mighty thrusts as the pins and needles strangled his cum engorged cock. Once he put out a pint of sack secretions he began pulling back out.
She gagged and retched as he did but her own manipulations only increased and she began bobbing lightly on her legs. Once ben was clear of her face, his cock began shooting onto it. The first globule hit her right in the eye, blinding her with the spunk that covered the blue organelle and splattered the right side of her face with cream. He dispensed more cum with less intensity, glazing her handsome face like a doughnut as he released the tangled mat of brown, sweaty hair.
She was panting instantly ‘Fuck, give me your seed, coat me like a cake… Oh Ben…’
She began wordlessly moaning as she brought herself to climax. Her whole body seized as one hand continued fiddling her clit while the other went to a breast. She basked in the rain of cum on her face as she shuddered with the orgasm that rocked her mind and body.
Ben coaxed what was left of his spooge out onto her as she twisted and writhed, somewhat disappointed it wasn’t something he did himself that got her off, but she was a strong woman who didn’t need a man.
True to the form of the world he now lived in, as she began squirting lady juices in arcs from her gushing cunt, the nipples of her magnificent tits also began leaking. Small jets of creamy white milk erupted from her nipples before becoming twin stead streams.
Ben flicked his dick at her, streaking more of his smegma onto her since she apparently got off on that and then sat down beside her next to the bed. He twisted and leaned against her, pulling a tit into his mouth for his post coital drinking like usual as Molly regained her self-awareness.
‘Oh Ben, thank you…’ she said ‘for the date, for the fuck…’
‘Yeah Ben, you were great.’ said a voice from the corner
Ben and her looked to the corner and saw only a towering grandfather clock.
‘Did that clock just talk?’ Ben asked
‘I don’t have a grandfather clock.’ she said
It turned to slush and reformed as Ben’s favourite alien girl.
‘Lucie?’ Molly exclaimed ‘how long have you been there?’
‘Saw the whole thing.’ she said ‘You were great too, I think you’re going to love our little club.’
‘Ben, what is she talking about?’ she asked the man suckling her teat
Without removing his lips from her oozing nipple, he reached up and flicked her collar. Lucie pulled her own collar out of her dress top.
‘Ben’s Bitches.’ she said

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Ben 10: Omniharem	By : Praetor Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Omniverse Views: 112858 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Ben 10: Omniharem