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Earth's Mightiest Sex Addicts

By: how_YOU_doin



The following takes place before the events of Avengers: Disassembled. 

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The large bay doors of Avengers Mansion opened up, responding to the command sent from Iron Man's armor. Iron Man was just returning from a battle with the Mandarin, and was looking forward to a long shower and a glass of fine brandy. Flying through the air, he reveled in the freedom he felt. His technologically advanced suit of armor, years beyond anyone else's ability, gave Tony Stark such pride that he couldn't help but smile ear to ear the whole time he was inside it. 

The jets attached to his boots allowed him to zip through the air with ease, and over the years Tony Stark had learned to fly exceptionally well, flipping and turning on command. The bright red and yellow of his armor was quite flashy, as Stark loved to show off his proudest achievement. He came to a stop, hovering in mid air above the open doors of the hangar behind the mansion. 

Lowering the power of his jet boots, Iron Man came to a gentle landing in the middle of the hangar. With a hiss of pressurized air he pulled his helmet off his head, revealing a mess of short, sweaty black hair and a meticulously groomed black goatee and mustache. 

Despite his messy hair he looked every bit as good as they say, with a strong jaw and icy blue eyes. It was no wonder he was one of the world's most sought after and dreamed about bachelors. He ran an armored hand through his hair. "Gotta invent something to deal with this helmet hair," he thought to himself. It was the one thing about his armor that wasn't yet perfect. 

"I trust you had a pleasant outing this morning, sir?" came a voice from the door leading to the rest of the mansion. Jarvis, the Avengers' faithful butler, stood in the doorway holding a tray in a pressed butler's suit. The tray contained a glass of brandy with ice, a glass of water and a glass of ginger ale. Each time Iron man returned from a battle Jarvis presented him with these three items. Jarvis kept hoping that one day Stark would choose the water or soda. It hadn't happened yet. 

"Thanks, old pal," said Stark as he slipped by Jarvis, smoothly stealing the glass of brandy from the tray. "You never seem to disappoint." Stark brought the glass to his lips, taking a long drink from the fine liquor. "That's good."

"Very good, sir," replied Jarvis as he left for the kitchen. 

Iron Man walked down the long hallway to his lab. His lab being at the end of the hallway, he had to walk past the doors to the rest of the Avengers' rooms. He paused when he heard voices coming from the Scarlet Witch's room. 

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, was a beautiful gypsy woman and the subject of many of Iron Man's midnight fantasies. Her dark reddish brown hair curled around and about her pretty face, and her skin tight red uniform accented her slim body and large breasts quite nicely. Her power was to influence probabilities in a random manner, without her complete control over them. Iron Man wondered what the probability that he might one day get to live out his fantasies with her might be. "Probably slim to none," he thought, remembering that the Scarlet Witch had developed a curious love affair with the android, Vision. He was snapped out of his internal thoughts by the Scarlet Witch's voice from inside her room.

"Stop, please, we can't......it's not natural." Wanda voice was barely audible from behind the door. Iron Man wondered what kind of weird android sex act Vision was trying to entice Wanda to do. However what he heard next shocked him. "I'm married to Vision, this has to stop now. We simply cannot continue. You have to leave."

Iron Man's jaw dropped. He knew gypsies had a reputation of being kinky, but to have an affair. She truly seemed to love Vision as far as Tony could tell. It was why he hadn't tried anything with her. But now that he knew she was up for some adulterous fun, maybe he would have to throw his name in the hat. He pressed his ear to the door as Wanda's voice continued, "No. Don't you dare! I told you noooo......oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" Wanda's negative commands suddenly turned into moans of pleasure. 

Iron Man wanted to stay and listen, but in his excitement he stepped closer to the door, not realizing he was still wearing his suit of armor. His foot CLUNKED down on the hallway floor. Scarlet Witch immediately stopped moaning, asking "What was that?" to whomever was in the room with her. 

Iron Man knew he had to think quickly, not wanting to get caught eavesdropping. He started walking away from the door, towards his lab, CLUNKING his feet loudly with each step. After a few seconds he heard the door behind him open. Continuing to walk loudly, he purposefully staggered his steps, holding his glass of brandy above his head and talking to it, "You won't ever let me down, will you King Louis? Some people say you're a bad ruler but your okay in my book!" He sloppily gulped the rest of the brandy from his glass. 

The Scarlet Witch, with her robe wrapped around her naked body, watched Iron Man stumble down the hall and breathed a sigh of relief. Iron Man was obviously too drunk to have heard anything, or make sense of what he heard if he did. She shut the door, turning back to the bed and her lover lying on it. With a smile she dropped her robe to the floor and jumped onto the bed.

As he reached his lab, Iron Man was tempted to go back and eavesdrop more once he had taken his armor off, but thought the better of it. He had already almost gotten caught once, and that was enough. "Still," he thought, "must remember to install a camera into Wanda's room, find out just who she's shagging with. Probably Clint." Clint Barton, Hawkeye, was an incredible archer, and though he had no super powers he continued to prove valuable to the team, saving the world on more than one occasion as well as constantly lightening the mood with his raunchy humor. He had always had a thing for the Scarlet Witch. 

Once inside his laboratory Iron Man began to remove his armor, one piece at a time. He first pulled off his gloves and arm pieces. Then he released the catches on his chest piece, taking off the front and then the back. He stopped for a minute to consider his chiseled upper body. He learned long ago that he couldn't always depend on his armor to be there, as some enemies over the years had found ways to disable it or attack Stark when he didn't have access to it. For this reason he also kept his body in top physical shape, learning to fight and lifting weights as much as he could. The result was a rock hard chest, rippling abs and bulging arms. 

Chuckling to himself at his tremendous sex appeal, he pulled off his metal boots and undid the clasps holding his metal "pants" together. Stepping out of them, he pulled his hard cock out of the soft penis holder within the crotch of his armor. 

Spending so much time in his armor, hard ons were inevitable every now and then. The first time it happened had almost killed him. He was battling Titania, a voluptuous woman with super strength. He was behind her and had her in a wrestling hold, inadvertently giving him a view right down her top. He couldn't help it, as she struggled against him his cock started to rise. It pressed against the armor and caused him to release the hold out of pain. She took the advantage and started to beat him pretty bad. She had him on the ropes until Ms. Marvel, the team's strong woman, showed up and began tussling with Titania. And the site of the two voluptuous blondes wrestling and fighting didn't help his cock get any softer. It was then Tony Stark decided to build in a nice soft pocket for his cock when it got hard. 

"All this time on the team together and I never knew you were naked under there." Tony Stark jumped at the sound of the voice from the doorway to his lab. A female form stood there, silhouetted in the light pouring in from the hallway. 

Tony jumped behind the machine he was standing next to, leaning over to peek his head out from the side. "Who?" he asked, "how did you get in here?" Janet Pym's form stepped in from the light, allowing Tony to see her full body. "Janet! You startled me. How did you get in here?" 

He tried hard to look her in the face, but it was pretty hard considering what she was wearing. Janet was the owner of a clothing line, and loved to flaunt her newest designs. The outfit she was wearing at the moment was an extremely risqué bikini, a leopard print top stretched over her massive breasts, barely high enough to cover her nipples. The black "V" shaped bottom slid over her full hips and down between her legs. She had a pair of brown sunglasses on that somehow added to the pure sensuality of her outfit, framed by her shoulder-length brown hair. Her smile was more than just the usual bubbly innocence Tony had come to expect from her. There was something more, something he couldn't put his finger on. 

"Seriously, how did you get in here? I'm the only one that knows the code for the door." Tony was a little pissed that she apparently knew the code. He had a lot of top secret government stuff in here, as well as a stock of porn on his computer, including some footage from the camera he had installed in the bathrooms of the mansion. Some were even of Janet bathing and peeing.

"Relax, Tony," she purred, "I was sitting on your shoulder when you typed it in just now. I was watching Wanda and..her lover from underneath the door when you came down the hallway. When you went into your lab I thought you might like to go for a swim in the pool outside, so I went and changed and came in to ask you."

Janet Pym was known to the world as the Wasp. Her super power was the ability to change her size to insect proportions while maintaining her full size strength. She could also fire "wasp stings" from wrist blasters. "Apparently," thought Iron Man, "she's a bit of a peeping tom". He smiled to himself. "This could get interesting."

"I'd love to take a dip," he said to Janet, "but I haven't got a suit in here. I can meet you by the pool."

"Nonsense," she replied, walking towards him. "I've got one here just for you that I was hoping you'd test. I need to test this one was well."

"Janet I..." Tony stammered, crouching back to hide more of himself behind the machine. "What do you mean test?" The machine was against a wall and there wasn't really anywhere else for him to go. Soon she was rounding the corner of the machine to face him, and he could do little else but cup his hands over his cock.

"This suit hasn't been worn in the water and it's a little...minimal. I need to know if it will remain in place while I swim and such. The same with yours." She smiled at his naked form. 

Janet handed Tony a tiny red and yellow men's thong. It had a picture of the helmet from Tony's suit of armor on the crotch, with a thin red thong in the back. "Janet, I can't...we're teammates." He looked pleadingly up at Janet.

"Oh, please," Janet scolded him, "you're the world's most desired bachelor. Don't tell me you haven't worn a skimpy swim suit with those trashy models and actresses you date."

"Yeah, but this is, I mean I've usually already, c'mon Janet."

"Hush, now put it on and let's go."

Tony waited a second for her to leave, but she gave no intention of turning or walking away.

"Aren't you gonna let me..." he asked her.

"I haven't got all day, Tony." 

"Okay." He took his hands away from his cock, letting it spring out into the air in front of him. Janet gasped at the sight of it. It had gotten hard from listening to the Scarlet Witch's moans of pleasure, and gazing upon the Wasp's wantonly sexual bathing suit clad body had not helped it go down. It stood at seven inches long and thick. Trimmed, black pubic hair framed the base of it. It was slightly tan, the same shade as the rest of his skin. Its head was thick and purple, a drop of precum barely visible on the tip. 

As Tony slipped the tiny thong over his hard cock the elastic of it pulled back against the hardness of it, actually feeling quite good. Tony stood up straight, his rock hard cock jutting out, pressing against the swim suit. "Fuck it," he thought, "once she's seen it, flaunt it." It was one of his own personal sayings when it came to dealing with women.

"Oh, Tony," panted the Wasp, "that won't do at all." She couldn't help but run her tongue ever so slightly over her lips. "It doesn't help me to see the suit on you when you have such a....hard, stiff, throbbing cock like that." 

Tony chuckled. "Well it kind of has a mind of its own sometimes, you know?"

Janet ran her hands along the sides of her hips. "I'm gonna need you to take care of that before we go swimming. I need to test its functionality, and I can't have your massive hard on tainting the test." 

"What do you...?"

Janet motioned to his cock. "You know, take care of it, like my husband does in the shower after we watch 'Dancing with the Stars'." 

Once again, Janet showed no sign of leaving or turning around.

"You mean you want me to jack off?" Tony asked her.

"Exactly."

"But I don't..."

"C'mon, Tony. You've been staring at my tits since I walked in here. Just take it out and stroke it a few times and we can go swimming."

"You don't understand," Tony explained, "I don't do that. I've.....I've never had to."

Janet's eyes went wide. She fucked her husband as many times as she possibly could, and he still found time to stroke his cock every once in a while. "This might take some doing," she thought. She began to run her hands all over her body, softly stroking her smooth skin. Her fingers danced over her belly button, then up along the sides of her flat stomach. They made their way to the bottom of her bikini top, slipping slightly into the bathing suit and jiggling her tits. 

She began to play with the undersides of her tits, massaging them and making circles with her fingers. She touched higher and higher until she was lightly rubbing her nipples under her suit. 

She nodded to Tony. "Take it out." She purred. As she said it she lifted her top above her tits, letting Tony see her big, round tits in all their glory, including her rock hard nipples. Her nipples jutted out from her tits, already hard from the excitement. She rolled them in her fingers, pinching them gently. This caused her head to loll back as a moan escaped her lips. 

Tony's cock throbbed within the thong swim suit. Watching the Wasp bathe on camera was one thing, but finally seeing her luscious, full tits in person was quite another. She pushed her tits together causing Iron Man to imagine his cock in between them, thrusting in and out of that soft, velvety valley. 

Wasp gathered up some spit in her mouth, sloshing around the warm saliva until her mouth was nearly full of it. Then, looking Iron Man dead in the eye, she slowly let the spit drizzle out of her mouth and onto her tits. Tony groaned as he watched her massive tits become wet and slick with her saliva. She began to move her tits, pressing them into each other and then up and down, coating them in her spit. She moved them as if his cock was nestled in between them, splitting the dark, warm tunnel they made. Dropping to her knees, she began to make her way towards him, closing the distance slowly, seductively, and all the while fucking an imaginary cock with her wet tits. 

"Janet, I'm not sure if this is appropriate......" mumbled Tony, but as she closed the last few feet and settled on her knees just in front of him, he was at a loss for words. 

The Wasp reached to the floor and grabbed one of Iron Man's discarded metal gloves. She closed all of the fingers into a fist except the index finger, which she popped into her mouth and began to suck. The metal was cold on her tongue so she began to caress it with her tongue, slathering it with her saliva. Her other hand went to her pussy, pulling the swim suit aside to reveal her moist lips. While her inner thighs were completely waxed, her pussy lips were covered in soft brown hair. It covered her lips and pubic area, but due to her leaking wetness Iron Man could see drops of her sweet nectar and her juicy lips aching to be fucked.

She lowered the metal glove and touched the wet finger she had been sucking on to her budding clit. The taboo of it plus the feeling of the glove finger was intense and she began nearing a tremendous orgasm. Placing the finger at the entrance to her wet pussy, she slowly pushed it inside of her to the knuckle. Then she began to slide it in and out, fucking herself with Iron Man's armor glove. 

Iron Man's cock was beginning to leak drop of precum, soaking the tiny fabric of the swim suit he wore. Despite all the women he had been with over the years, even the ones who knew he was Iron Man, none of them had ever played with his armor like this.

"Ooooohhhhhhhh," the Wasp moaned as the fever inside her grew. She looked Iron Man in the eyes as her orgasm racked through her entire body. She squirmed as she came, humping the glove and squeezing her tits. Pulling the glove out of her pussy, Tony could see her juices coating the finger which had been inside her. She raised it to her lips and licked her own cum off of the metal finger. Tossing it aside once it was completely clean, she smiled seductively at Iron Man. 

"Just this once, Tony, just stroke it and make it cum...." She purred. "As wet as my tits are, they would feel so much better if they had your nice, fresh, hot, sticky, tasty cum all over them."

That was all Tony could take. In one quick motion he whipped his rock hard cock out of his swim trunks and pointed it at her tits. He wrapped his fist around it and began to pump it, causing the head to swell and grow an even darker shade of purple. Wasp licked her lips as a drop of precum oozed out of the tip of his large cock. With all of the philandering Tony Stark was known to do with various super models and actresses, a girl couldn't help but get a little curious. 

"Fuck it," she thought, "Hank'll understand." She leaned forward and parted her lips, slipping the head of Iron Man's cock into her mouth. He gasped at the sudden warmth enveloping his cock. Her hand replaced his around the base of his cock, slowly squeezing more precum into her mouth. Iron Man leaned back, enjoying the Wasp's masterful working of his cock. 

She swirled her tongue around the head, fondling his balls and squeezing his shaft. The lab filled with the sounds of Janet's slurping and sucking, even moaning as she occasionally pinched her hard nipples. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, sucking cock was always one of her favorite past-times. She released her hand and dove down his cock with her mouth, letting the tip slip into her throat as her nosed pressed into Iron Man's black pubic hair. She began fucking Iron Man's cock with her head, slamming it down the entire length and then lifting it back up until just the lips of her cock contained the head, and then back down again. 

The Wasp sat back on her heels and pointed his cock at her slippery tits. Pumping his cock with both fists, she begged him in her most seductive voice, "C'mon, Tony, I've always wondered what your cum tastes like."

That was all Iron Man could take. Burst after burst of his cum landed on her tits, coating them. He made sure to cover both tits as his cock thrust into the air, blasting his semen. By the time he was finished she had collected a nice pool in the valley between her pressed together tits. 

"Oh, Tony." She was truly in awe as to how much he had cum. Neither her husband nor any of her boyfriends had ever covered her so much. She locked eyes with him as he caught his breadth and lifted her left nipple to her mouth. She could just barely reach her nipple with her tongue, but knew that her husband went crazy whenever she did this while he was fucking her. The fact that her nipple was covered in fresh cum would probably make it that much hotter. 


Earth's Mightiest Sex Addicts



Tony groaned as her tongue darted out, scooping his cum off of her nipple. She licked as much as she could off of it and then opened her mouth to show him just how much she had collected. Her tongue was almost completely covered in his cum. Then she closed her mouth and slowly swallowed, allowing Tony to see it travel down her throat. 

"Mmmmm," she said, licking her lips after she was done swallowing, "your cum tastes sooooo good, Tony. I might have to come back for seconds sometime." Iron Man could barely mumble a response as the Wasp stood up and turned towards the door. "I'll have to get cleaned up before we try out these swim suits. Meet you by the pool in 30?"

"Sure." Was all he could say as she opened the door to the rest of Avengers Mansion. Not bothering to cover up or wipe the still wet cum off of her tits and stomach, Janet made her way towards the room her and her husband, Ant Man, shared. "I wonder if Hank's in our room? Sure would be interesting to see his reaction to.....this," she thought as she scooped some cum off her stomach with her finger, bringing it to her mouth she savored the distinct, salty flavor once again.

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The heavily armored car came to a halt outside the front gates of Avengers Mansion. The incredible weight of the load it carried caused the entire car to sink on its axels, its body nearly scraping the asphalt. The large back doors opened up and the Mighty Thor stepped out of the back. His tremendous muscles flexed with the weight of his enchanted hammer, his red cape flowing in the wind behind him. 

"Out, thy vile villains," he commanded in a booming voice that could belong only to a god. "Out and make thy way to the prison that awaits thee." 

Out of the cab of the armored car stepped the Enchantress, every bit as beautiful as the Norse legends foretold. Her long, blonde hair cascading down her shoulders as she stepped out of the car. Her features were delicate, yet toughened by centuries. Her breasts were among the finest ever created, full and firm, jiggling ever so slightly with each step. With skin the faintest golden shade, smooth and soft, few men, god and mortal, could ever resist her. Her powers over magic allowed her to ensnare men in her charms, enabling her to control them completely. Even with her hands clasped in huge chains behind her back, the Enchantress held herself with an air of dignity.

The armored car groaned as its next prisoner stepped out onto the street. As his weight settled from the car to the asphalt, the frame of the car rose once again to its proper height. The Executioner stood a full head taller than Thor, and was almost twice as wide, his shoulders and arms bulging to inhuman proportions. His hands were also clasped in chains behind his back, much larger chains than those that held the Enchantress. Bald except for a two lines of black hair that lined his head, he was as menacing as the Enchantress was beautiful. 

Behind the Executioner came Wonderman, another of the Avengers' strongmen. He carried the ridiculously large axe of the Executioner over his shoulder. His muscles were not as large as Thor's, but his strength rivaled that of the thunder god. Dark blue hair sat atop his handsome face, the one that had landed him a few gigs in Hollywood over the years. Try as he might to become an actor, his powers always seemed to draw him back to the life of an Avenger. 

Wonderman shoved the Executioner hard in the back towards the mansion. "Get a move on," he commanded. Thor led the pair to the side of the mansion, down a hidden elevator and through a heavily armored door until they reached the team's holding cells deep beneath the mansion. 

Iron Man had built a few holding cells that could hold any super powered criminals, which served as the team's temporary prison for super villains until permanent cells were available at the country's super villain prisons. 

Once the two super villains were safely inside their cells, Thor clasped Wonderman on the shoulder. "T'was good thy will won out o'er the Enchantress's charms when it did, Wonderman. "She had thee fight against me 'til the point I was not certain I could beat thee." 

"I'm sure you would've, Thor," Wonderman replied, rubbing his jaw in the spot Thor had hit him with his hammer a few hours earlier. 

"Thy fist landed quite a blow on the Enchantress."

"Wish I could have landed a few more." Wonderman clenched his fists.

"T'is vengeance thee seeketh?" Thor questioned.

Wonderman glanced at Executioner out of the corner of his eye, not wanting to look at Thor. "When she had me under her control she......made me do things." The Executioner winked, blowing a kiss at Wonderman. 

"I see," said Thor. He knew well the games the Enchantress liked to play with her enchanted slaves. Once again he clasped Wonderman on the shoulder, leading him back to stand in front of Enchantress's cell. He punched a number into the keypad and the cell opened before them. 

"The Enchantress has wronged thee, perhaps stolen a piece of thy manhood." Thor explained. Wonderman nodded, not sure where Thor was going with this. Thor walked to where the Enchantress was sitting, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her off the bench she was sitting on. He threw her to her knees before him. 

"Take thy revenge, Wonderman. Take it.....with that part that makes thee a man." Thor reached for his belt clasp, undoing it, letting his pants fall to a bunch around his feet. His cock, only just beginning to stiffen, was tremendously big and thick, the same tan as the rest of his skin with a thick shaft and thicker head. His golden pubes curled at the base of his cock. Thor grabbed his shaft in his free hand, the other still holding a fistful of the Enchantress's hair. He squeezed his cock, causing it to stiffen a little more, and then shoved it into the Enchantress's mouth. She gave no protest, but instead opened her mouth wide and took as much of Thor's cock into her mouth, working it with her tongue and lips. 

Wonderman watched in awe as Thor's cock grew inside the Enchantress's mouth. She moved her head back and forth on it, reaching up to cup his balls. Soon it was rock hard, a full 10 inches long and almost too thick to fit inside Enchantress's mouth at all. She wrapped her hand around the base of it and began to stroke it. Thor controlled her head motions with his handful of her hair, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth as she stroked it. Wonderman's pants began to feel quite restricting, and he realized his cock had grown to full hardness in his pants. 

"Come, friend Wonderman," Thor smiled at him, "The Enchantress hath many more holes to fill." Without taking his cock from her mouth, Thor reached down and tore the Enchantress's emerald body armor from her body, revealing her naked form. If her breasts looked amazing while clothed, they were beyond perfection in their naked glory. Heaving on her chest as she sucked at Thor's cock, her tits were full and perfectly round. Her nipples were barely a shade darker than her skin, with silver dollar sized areolas and hard nipples. 

She moaned as Thor tore her clothes from her, and then turned her body so that her ass was towards Wonderman. Her ass was a firm bubble of flesh that begged to be slapped, licked and humped. Wonderman could see her pussy glistening between her legs, could smell the sweet, sweet honey that leaked from it. As she worked Thor's cock one of her hands crept around her body to dip a finger into the folds of her pussy. Her middle finger parted her succulent pussy lips, sliding up and down the length of her inner folds. Then she slowly inserted it inside her pussy up to the knuckle, fucking herself with it. 

"Wonderman," Thor moaned between gasps for air, "thy cock belongs where her finger doth be." 

"Might as well teach her a lesson for earlier," Wonderman said as a huge, mischievous grin crept across his face. He walked into the cell, stripping his own clothes off as he approached Thor and the Enchantress. While not as impressive as Thor's monstrous cock, Wonderman's member stood at a good 8 inches and thicker than any normal man's. Enchantress groaned sexily as she turned her head to see Wonderman standing behind her naked. His bulging chest narrowed down in a V to his chiseled abs. 

The Enchantress held her pussy open with her hand, waiting for Wonderman to thrust his cock inside her. "Go ahead," encouraged Thor, "Thy cock aches for the feel of Amora's pussy."

"Amora?" thought Wonderman. He had never heard her called anything but Enchantress before. That, plus the way she seemed to worship his cock with an air of familiarity, caused Wonderman to assume this wasn't the first time the two had experienced each other in the biblical sense. 

"Put my cock in her pussy?" mused Wonderman, "No, that wouldn't be fair. I'm here to take revenge, an eye for an eye." Wonderman spit on his hand, rubbing it on his cock to slicken it up. "Or more accurately, a brown eye for a brown eye." With that he lined his 8 inch cock up with the Enchantress's tight brown asshole and in one wonderful, powerful thrust sent it balls deep into Enchantress's ass.

Thor's cock popped out of the Enchantress's mouth for the first time since he had thrust into it as she screamed at the shock of having her ass penetrated so harshly. "Oh fuck! Oh my god! Ahhhhhh!" she continuously yelled with each thrust of Wonderman's cock. He showed her no mercy as he banged her butt. 

Thor smiled. "Thou art receiving thy just rewards, Amora. T'would be well to just enjoy it."

Wonderman continued to pound her ass, slamming his cock in to the hilt, his stomach slapping against the round meat of the Enchantress's ass. She reached down and played with her clit, trying to increase her pleasure. Her pussy was dripping, soaking wet with her sticky honey. Her finger danced against her clit furiously. She moaned in pleasure with each thrust of Wonderman's cock. 

Thor knelt down and began playing with her tits, pinching and squeezing her nipples, slapping her tits as they jiggled on her chest. He wrapped his hand around the Enchantress's neck, squeezing it and cutting off the Enchantress's air. "Thou art a villain, Amora, and deserve to be fucked as such!" 

Gasping for air caused the sensations of Wonderman's cock filling her ass to intensify. Her finger's worked furiously on her clit as she neared orgasm. Thor released her throat and slapped her across the face. Her moans increased, building up to a fever pitch. Seeing this, Thor grabbed the hand that was attending her clit and tore it away from her pussy. 

"T'is not your turn for pleasure, Enchantress." Thor took her hand which had been playing with her pussy and brought it to her mouth. "Clean it for me, witch." The Enchantress went to work on her own fingers with the same vigor she had Thor's cock, licking and sucking and slurping for all she was worth. Her pussy was the tastiest in all of creation; even she could not deny reveling in its golden sweetness. 

Thor pulled her fingers from her mouth and slapped her again across the face, harder this time. All the while Wonderman pumped his thick cock in and out of her tender asshole. His cock was throbbing inside her ass, which gripped his cock with each thrust, seeming to pull it deeper and deeper inside her. His balls tightened as he neared his breaking point. Sensing Wonderman was nearing his end, Thor once again choked the Enchantress's throat, squeezing it just under her chin. Her mouth opened as she struggled for air, she moaned as her face began to turn red. Thor gathered saliva in his mouth and spit it into the Enchantress's open mouth. She swallowed it greedily and opened her mouth, begging for more. 

"Ohhhh fuck I'm gonna....." Wonderman's cock pulsed as the cum that was stored in his balls began to shoot up into the shaft of his cock. He buried his cock as deep as it would go into her ass and pumped his load into the depths of her ass. Spurt after spurt of cum left his cock, filling her up.

The Enchantress could feel the warm load shooting from Wonderman's cock deep inside her. With Thor's hand still wrapped around her throat and the taste of his spit in her mouth, she could no longer hold back the force of her own pleasure. Without even touching her clit her orgasm exploded through her body. She went limp, not even able to hold herself up right as she spasmed and squirmed. She fell to the floor, writhing. Wonderman's cock popped out of her ass, cum bubbling up from inside her as it did. 

The Enchantress lay on the floor in total ecstasy, a pool of cum forming on the floor beneath her ass. Wonderman's cock went limp, cum drying upon it. Thor smiled at the beautiful figure lying before him. His cock was still rock hard. She looked up at it dreamily. "Come for me, Thor," she begged, "cum for me as only a thunder god can." She squeezed her luscious tits and licked her lips. 

Dipping her finger into the pool of cum on the floor that had flown out of her ass, the Enchantress brought it to her lips and sucked the cum off her finger. Thor lay down behind her and lifted her leg. He pressed the head of his cock against her pussy, sliding it against her clit and lips, slickening the head with her still flowing juices. He eased the head of his 10 inch cock into the folds of her pussy, causing her to groan with pleasure. Holding her thigh, Thor began to pump his cock into her, just the tip and first, then going a little deeper with each thrust. Soon he was hammering away at her pussy with all 10 inches, slamming in all the way to his balls. 

The Enchantress was in pure ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back as her pussy was filled to capacity by Thor's massive pole. He continued to fuck her faster and faster, until his movements were a blur of pounding and slamming, his cock wet with her juices which dripped down and coated his balls. Sweat coated her body, glistening in the light of the holding cell. Wonderman watched her body writhe upon Thor's cock, his own member starting to once again grow solid. 

Kneeling in front of the Enchantress, Wonderman presented his rapidly stiffening cock to her. She took it in her lips and swirled her tongue along the head, not able to commit totally to it as Thor's massively powerful thrusts shook her entire body. Still, her masterful tongue soon had Wonderman's cock as thick as ever, coated in her spit. Her hand reached up and grabbed the base of his shaft, steadying his cock so that she may have better access to it. She lathered the cock in as much saliva as possible until the head was dripping spit. All the while Thor hammered his cock in and out of her pussy, pulling all the way out until the head barely parted her full pussy lips, then slamming back in as far as he could go. 

The Enchantress stroked Wonderman's cock with a spit covered hand, greedily sucking the head as much as she could. Her expertise soon had Wonderman once again on the brink of a tremendous cum, and likewise Thor's balls began to swell with his impending load. 

Thor pulled his cock out of the Enchantress's wet pussy with a slick pop. He stood, grabbing the goddess by her golden hair and jerking her roughly up to her knees in front of the two men. They each grabbed their cocks in earnest, jacking themselves off as the Enchantress knelt before them, licking her lips.

With a mighty roar both heroes began to cum. Thick jets of cum erupted from both cocks, covering the Enchantress's face and tits in gooey mounds of semen. She moved her head, trying to get as much in her mouth as possible, but while being sprayed from two cocks at once, cocks that came as hard and as much as these two did, it was no easy task. Her mouth was full with a mixture of salty cum and still the two heroes sprayed her. Thor came the most, but Wonderman also blasted her with an inhuman amount of his load. From her eyes to her chin was a mask of solid white, cum dripping off her chin to land on her large tits. 

The Enchantress fell back against the wall, using her fingers to scoop as much cum as she could off her face and into her mouth. Greedily she ate it all, staring at Thor and Wonderman with a look of pure lust. 

Her skin still shone with dry cum as the two men pulled their clothes back on. Sitting on the floor, against the wall, still naked, perfect breasts heaving with each breadth, the Enchantress was happier than she had been in a long time. Thor picked up her emerald armor and tossed it to her. Then he and Wonderman exited the holding cell, programming the door to shut behind them. 

"T'was a good time indeed, friend Wonderman," said Thor as they walked back into the elevator that would take them back up to the rest of the mansion. "T'would be fun to share with thee again sometime." Wonderman only smiled as they rode the elevator. At least some of his manhood had been restored this day.