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Avenged

By: KnottLynnHardey



Robin stretched out on the bed feeling slightly apprehensive and more than a little titillated. Donald, her boyfriend of six months, had asked her to try bondage and the earnest way he asked had moved her. Donald had seemed nervous and eager, his face trying not to show how badly he wanted to try this, and his obvious longing warmed her heart and she relented.

Now that it was happening she felt butterflies in her stomach. Being tied down ran counter to everything Robin believed in. Freedom- the ability to get out of a bad situation- be it work, friendships, relationships... Robin always had an escape strategy. 

This time wasn't too different. The two of them had talked for a long time about safe words. They had detailed what sort of things were allowed and what weren't while she was tied up. Robin had been as careful as she could be about it, but in the end it was she who was tied down, immobile, not Donald. 

Stretching out her lean athletic legs she watched Donald as he tied her ankles to the bed with soft hemp ropes he had purchased for this special occasion. He seemed to know what he was doing, the rope didn't pinch and the knots looked rather professional to her untutored eye. 

When her ankles were secured he moved to her knees and tied them wide open exposing her perfectly bald pussy to the ceiling. Robin felt wetness gathering inside as her smoothly waxed sex was lewdly displayed to the room and the avid gaze of her lover. 

Donald was sexy, his body hard and toned just the way Robin liked it. He was blond with short tidy hair, just like she told him to keep it. Donald made good money and he was an attentive lover. He was a catch, but something about him bored Robin. 

Until tonight.

This new side of him was exciting. She liked the fact that he was asking to be dominant. It was something men rarely did with her. 

Robin was stunningly beautiful. She had known it since she was a child and every person she met fawned over her black hair and green eyes. 

When she reached puberty and all the boys had begun to swoon when she walked into a room she had learned of her power over the male sex. 

Giving up the power she had held for so long as Donald tied her delicate arms to the bed was difficult. But something about the intensity with which Donald had asked had piqued her interest. Donald was fairly passive generally, so him showing any real backbone stirred her up. 

Now she was stretched out on the bed, her flat stomach hollowed and tempting , her small, tight breasts stretched tautly over her chest. Robin was a willowy woman, her body toned and graceful. A big fan of yoga and Pilates Robin spent a few hours a week working on maintaining a great physique. She gloried in the fact that no matter what she ate she looked like a swimsuit model. The luck of the draw genetically had made Robin one of the Beautiful People and she cherished every moment of looking so good. 

It was the gift of her perfect looks that brought all her joy in life, so why shouldn't she revel in it? She was keenly aware that at some point it would fade, and she fought off that day with every weapon in her arsenal. 

And it worked. Donald sat on the edge of the bed drawn to her helplessly. His hands began to roam over her smooth soft skin, fondling her breasts, playing with the hard pointy nipples of her tender bosom. Robin sighed as she felt deep stirring of lust slithering around in her belly. 

This night was going to be exciting, she could tell. 

Donald stood and took off his clothes, his gorgeous body revealed slowly to her bit by bit, making her even hornier because she couldn't touch him. 

When he was nude his erection thrust out from his body like a sign advertising great sex. He crawled across the bed and positioned himself above her, his body hardly touching hers, making her want him even more. 

"Robin. I loved you more than anyone I'd ever met." Donald started, his cock brushing her belly tormenting her. But, had he said "loved"? "I would do anything for you. You are perfect in every way, except your heart. It's cold. Cold and mean. You are a petty woman Robin and you deserve to be punished."

Confused Robin wasn't sure what to make of this kind of sex talk. It seemed Donald was going to try and psychologically torture her as well. What should her response be? She wasn't prepared for this. No one spoke to her like that, ever, so it was hard to formulate a correct response. 

Before she could find the right words for the role-playing Donald began to rub the head of his cock along the groove of her sex, distracting her utterly from what he was saying. 

"You are going to suffer for the way you've treated me. I'm going to make you beg me to stop. You will grovel before me and I will still deny you what you want." His knob pressed her clit making her jump with pleasure. This was fun. Donald was doing a great job of getting her all worked up. 

"Let me hear you beg Robin, just a little." His prick ground down over her vulva as he pressed his length all along her slippery opening. His hips humped in tiny thrusts making her long to be filled.

"Please. Please fuck me."

Donald's face clenched right above hers as she spoke. His body trembled where he held himself up off of her. Clearly Donald was feeling just as tormented as she was. Confident that she wouldn't have to beg for long Robin allowed Donald his fun and begged him more, whispering, acting like she was more desperate than she was. 

"Please give it to me. Donald I need you. Come on. Fuck me. Please. Oooh baby give it to me."

Donald looked down at her and for the first time Robin saw something in his eyes she didn't like. A darkness that was worrying. 

"You don't deserve me. " He said, his voice low and fierce. Nothing like the voice she was used to. "I gave you everything. All my heart and you threw it all away." He stared deeply into her eyes and Robin felt a frisson of fear. What kind of foreplay was this? 

Then he bent his head down and began to lick her nipples, his warm wet mouth distracting her. He nibbled her nipple and the little bites hurt in a pleasant way. 

Whatever game Donald was playing he was doing it well enough that she couldn't remember ever being this horny. He spent a while devouring her breasts with his mouth, his hands massaging her mounds and pulling on the nipples. 

Usually Donald was very gentle and Robin liked that, but today his style was totally different and he was hurting her a little bit, but it was thrilling. His hands were rough and he pinched her nipples harder than she liked, but the whole situation- the feeling of being with a different man, someone she knew but suddenly didn't- was thrilling. Robin's pussy was leaking juices down her buttocks she was so wet. 

Trailing his tongue down her sculpted stomach Donald drove her crazy, his hands groped her tits squeezing the meat of her pliant breasts. When Donald stopped to lick her belly button Robin felt a tingle very much like an orgasm building in her belly. 

She could move, but only enough to squirm. She couldn't direct him very well. She couldn't take hold of his hair and force his mouth to her burning clit like she wanted but the confinement was almost more exciting. 

Exploring her entire stomach Donald made a meal of her flesh licking and kissing every inch of the smooth, flat expanse of her abdomen. Normally this might have bored Robin but today, because she was helpless, she felt more and more aroused the longer he held off eating her steaming pussy.

Watching him, her head lifted from the pillow, Robin felt profound affection for Donald as he lovingly tasted her flesh. His admiration for her perfect body was obvious and she smiled indulgently. There had been a few worrying days this last week where he had seemed distant and tense, but seeing how devotedly he worshipped her body now made Robin forget her concerns. 

Then his mouth moved lover down her belly and followed the groove of her hips to her wide open, sopping slit. Robin felt a flutter of anticipation as he got closer to her aching pussy. As his mouth moved within inches of her desperate clit she felt anguish that he was taking so long to make her cum. Lifting her hips she tried to silently urge him to taste her, to give her body some much needed stimulation. 

Yet he moved past her sex and continued kissing along her thighs, tasting the meat of her legs and massaging the muscles. Groaning out loud Robin flopped back on the bed her body quivering with the need for an orgasm.

"This isn't about your pleasure. This is about mine." Donald said in response to her groan. 

Lower and lower his mouth kissed, tasting each leg and massaging the sculpted muscle of her limbs. One then the other he switched back and forth, lower and lower. Robin still enjoyed the attention, it felt wonderful, but the impeding climax she was hoping for was abating now that he was far from her clitoris. 

When Donald finally reached her feet he stopped. She had almost been looking forward to some slavish devotions performed on her dainty feet, but he stood up and moved away. 

Donald went to the dresser and opened a back-pack he had bought with him. This was where the rope had appeared from and her stomach clenched nervously as she anticipated what he would bring out of that mysterious backpack. 

Donald came back to the bed with a ball gag. This was a shock and as he reached around her head she began to protest. "I don't want that." She said but he shoved the rubber ball into her mouth before she could say more. Robin felt a moment of anger and fear as he fixed the tight rubber straps around her head, messing up her hair. She tried to push the ball out of her mouth with her tongue, but it was too late, her mouth was gagged.

She looked at him angrily and tried to speak but the gag was too firmly wedged into her mouth to allow for words so noises were all that came out. 

"I told you. This is about my pleasure." He responded to her protests. Then he moved back to the dresser and that bag.

He pulled out a tri-pod and a camera and Robin felt the stirrings of actual fear. She didn't want a recording of this. Sure they watched porn together but she didn't want any recordings of her tied up like this. Who knew what would happen to it. Robin didn't trust anyone that much. 

But as she tried to shout around the gag Donald ignored her and set up the camera on the tri-pod and aimed it at her spread-eagle form stretched across the bed. 

Robin was pissed off now. Genuinely furious. Donald had betrayed her trust. He was going to pay for this. 

Glaring at him she watched him hit record and stand behind the camera recording her debasing position. He was zooming in, she could tell, and he appeared to be recording every inch of her humiliating situation.

Then he moved the camera around beside the bed so it was pointed at her from the side. He checked the frame over and over while she fumed at him, allowing the camera to record her rage.

Once he seemed pleased with the position Donald crawled back onto the bed and positioned himself with his face at her crotch. If he thought going down on her would make up for this he was grossly mistaken. Robin intended to break up with him the second she could speak. There were plenty of other guys who wanted to be with her. A line of them in fact. She didn't need to waste one second of her time on a man who betrayed her like this. By tonight she would have another man in her bed doing exactly what she wanted him to do. That was a promise. Maybe she would film that and send it to Donald. 

When his tongue began to lap at her now drying opening she felt only hate for him. Her arousal had evaporated when that ball gag went into her mouth. 

Long moments passed while Robin suffered the indignity of having her vulva invaded by Donald's slippery tongue. The squirming appendage revolted her as it skulked around her sex. Robin was so angry she couldn't feel any pleasure from what he was doing. 

And long last he stopped, his face glistening from her juices and his saliva. Donald looked deranged, his eyes were feverish and his expression fierce. He knelt between her legs and held his cock in his hand aimed at her pussy.

"I'm going to fuck you now and there is nothing you can do about it." He said. His voice was husky with intense emotion and Robin felt another wave of fear ripple through her body. What was going on, was Donald insane? Had he been hiding the fact that he was a murderer? Was she going to die here today? Suddenly that seemed like a real possibility. 

He jammed his prick into her and she cried out at the invasion. He slammed into her and if she hadn't been so very aroused earlier she was sure he would have torn her as he drove into her tender opening. His spit made her wet and he was able to hump in and out of her with at least some measure of lubrication and Robin was at least grateful for that. 

Donald drove into her relentlessly using her aggressively and angrily. Robin felt her body respond to his fucking and she hated the fact that she felt in any way aroused by his degradation of her. 

At no point in their relationship had Robin seen this side of Donald. Always before he was a perfect boyfriend; calm, loving and most of all obedient. It was stunning how wrong she had been about him. Robin hated being wrong.

Long moments passed as Donald fucked her unwilling body. Robin felt wetness spreading in her pussy, and even though it meant she was reacting to his actions, she was grateful for the lubrication. Her pussy was getting sore and the dampness helped a great deal. 

Then at last she could tell that Donald was getting close to cumming. His breathing grew shallow and hoarse. He moved faster and faster and he was sweating with effort. 

Then finally he pulled out and crawled up her body. Robin had only a few seconds to register what was going to happen before his cum sprayed out over her face, the hot sticky sperm spattering her beautiful features with his messy load. 

Robin had told Donald she hated having cum on her skin. He had asked if her could cum on her tits once and she had denied him, telling him how gross she thought it was. He had looked hurt but she didn't care. Why should she let any man spill his yucky jizz on her? 

He had clearly remembered that and was now doing this to her as revenge. She tried to turn her face away but that only served to give him more targets to cum on. Robin quailed at having his sloppy spunk deposited on her perfect face and she pursed her lips around the ball gag to avoid having to taste it. 

The gag blocked the slimy fluid from entering her mouth, but it was almost everywhere else. Robin had never been so angry in her life. 

When at last he stopped jetting his load, he smeared the tip of his cock over her cheeks as she flailed her head back and forth trying to avoid him. 

Finally he was done and he got off the bed. Before Robin could feel relief that her torment was over she saw Donald lift the camera up, still attached to the tri-pod, and come to the bed to record her defilement. 

Donald aimed the camera right at her sperm besmirched face and Robin closed her eyes and fumed as he documented the indignity of her violation. Robin seethed in the silence of her mind. She could hardly contain her anger. At some point he would have to let her go and she was going to slap him as hard as she could. She was going to have him arrested or beaten up or something. She couldn't settle on one form of revenge, but it would happen. 

He moved away at last and Robin heard him set down the camera and she opened her eyes to see him putting on his pants, his cock still erect. He was enjoying humiliating her. Bastard. 

He pulled out his phone and texted someone. He was fucking bragging wasn't he?! He then came over and took some pictures of her face and body with his phone. Robin screamed at him through the ball gag to fuck off and die. He grinned a tight smile that showed no pleasure what-so-ever. 

"I guess you are pretty angry. It must be horrible to feel so betrayed. But I think I might know a little about how that feels. I've been talking to some guys lately about feeling betrayed. They all understood me perfectly. They really felt for me, because most had been betrayed too. All of them had been lied to and humiliated." He paused to be sure he had her attention, which Robin reluctantly gave him. She was very curious about why he was doing this. "They had all been treated like dirt by you."

Robin felt a sinking sensation in her stomach. What did he know?

Then the doorbell rang. Donald looked at her intently as she tried to figure out why the doorbell to her apartment was ringing. Was she going to be rescued? 

Donald went out of the room and Robin lay still alternately hoping someone would save her, and fearing they would see her like this, tied up and cum stained. Struggling to get out of her bonds or cover herself in some way Robin felt helplessness close over her heart as she found herself utterly immobilized and she began to panic.

Finally Donald came back into the room, followed by Mathew her ex. 

Mathew stood just inside the door and took in her struggling nudity and her sperm speckled features. Robin pleaded with him to release her, but the ball gag muffled all her words. 

"Holy fuck man, you did it." Mathew said. Robin felt confusion at his words. 

"Yeah. She went for it pretty easily actually. The arrogant slut." Donald replied." She didn't ever think I was capable of disobeying her." 

What was going on? Robin thought.

"Mathew and I have been speaking lately." Donald explained. "I suspected something was going on with you two and I looked up his number in your phone and called him." 

Robin's heart sank. She had never stopped sleeping with Mathew even after they broke up and she left him for Donald. 

"We have had a few pretty in depth conversations." Donald continued. "You didn't even bother trying to hide what you were doing. I'm surprised it took us this long to figure it out." 

"You hateful bitch. You were two timing us. You lied to me- to us so many times. I don't know how you can sleep at night." Mathew's anger and hurt were evident in every line on his face. Robin felt a pang of remorse, but she couldn't express it while tied up and gagged. "How could you treat me... us like that? We loved you and wanted nothing but to be good to you and you used us in return." 

Donald went back to the camera and she saw him turn it on. She hadn't known he had turned it off. 

As he adjusted the camera Donald spoke. "Go ahead man. Do anything you want to her. This is what she deserves." 

Mathew looked at her helpless body on the bed and Robin tried to beg him not to do anything but she couldn't make herself understood. He stripped and she saw that he was already hard at the thought of taking her unwillingly. Robin felt defeated. 

"What did she never let you do to her?" Donald asked.

"I always wanted to try anal, but she told me it was too gross." 

Robin's eyes widened when he said that. Fear spiked in her bowels as she thought about being invaded anally. 

"Well, she can't stop you now." Donald said. He reached into that horrible bag and pulled out a tube of KY jelly and tossed it onto the bed between her outstretched legs. 

Robin screamed once more and thrashed wildly trying to signal her distress or escape from her bonds. Neither seemed to work.

Mathew coated his phallus with lubricant and Robin began to sob, tears leaking down her cum smeared face. Donald loomed over her and recorded her weeping as Mathew prepared to pillage her ass. Panning the camera back and forth slowly up and down her body Donald recorded everything as Mathew pressed his cock into her anus and Robin struggled to keep him out. Her face was screwed up and flushed as her bowels were invaded. 


Avenged



Robin hurt and she reluctantly gave in and opened herself to the cock assailing her inner most recesses. Allowing him in made it much less painful and when his big knob passed her tight sphincter Robin felt a strange moment of pleasure before the pain once more took over. 

Donald pulled back and captured her whole body clenching and trembling as Mathew worked more and more of his big cock into her tight asshole. 

Grief at her horrible predicament crushed Robin's spirit. She felt hollow and dejected as Mathew slowly inserted his long pole into her. Nothing so utterly degrading had ever happened to her. Robin was a Princess unsullied by life's harshness. Always she got her way as people, men and women, bent over backwards to fulfill her slightest whim. 

But now she was merely a plaything for her vengeful boyfriends. 

Did she deserve this? No. She had only done what anyone with her looks would do. It wasn't her fault men would do anything to sleep with her. They acted like pigs so she treated them like pigs. 

Yet now she was the one being treated like a pig. These men, who both claimed to love her were degrading her far worse than she had ever treated them. 

Finally Mathew had crammed his entire cock into her straining asshole and Robin felt nauseous at how fulfilling it was. Her body once more betrayed her as pleasure bloomed inside. 

Rocking his hips back and forth Mathew worked even deeper inside and Robin moaned. Then he began to fuck her in earnest. Robin felt a searing sensation of heat in her anus as Mathew began fucking himself in and out of her bowel. 

Periodically he would grope her breasts as he violated her ass and Robin felt a distant pleasure growing in her body as she gave in to his misuse. 

Donald left the camera and returned to her side, his cock out now as he began to masturbate over her face. When Mathew wasn't groping her chest Donald was. The two men alternated pawing at her taut breasts. Robin began to pant as Mathew fucked her harder and her tits began to glow from the attention. 

Robin had never slept with two men before, even though it had long been one of her fantasies. Although this was a less than ideal situation she still felt herself growing horny as her body was manhandled by two gorgeous men who she had once had a great deal of affection for 

Then she felt Mathew moving faster and faster and she realized he was close to orgasm. The rapid pummeling her ass was taking hurt, but the hurt was growing less as her lust grew greater. 

It was therefore shocking when Matthew pulled out of her clenching anus and jumped up to her head aiming his stained member at her head. He was going to cum on her face too. 

His first spurt of spunk went over her face and landed in her jet black hair. Then more gouts landed all over her features as she once more tried to avoid getting cum in her mouth or eyes. She could smell the faeces on his tool as he sprayed jism all over her skin and when he began to smear his pole around her lips and the ball gag she almost vomited. 

Then she felt more sperm spackle her cheek as Donald shot a second load over her visage. Sperm trickled down her skin as she fought not to puke in her sealed mouth. 

Robin had never felt so horribly in her life. She was mortified beyond anything she could imagine and she wept at her defilement. She didn't deserve this. 

She opened her eyes to see Donald recording her face close up, her features a sticky mess of fluids. Mathew left the room, going into her bathroom and she heard her shower running. 

Donald put down the camera and began to text once more. Then he snapped some more pictures of her besmirched face. 

Before long Mathew came back out of the bathroom, pink and gleaming from his shower. 

He took out his phone and recorded Robin as well. She swore at him and wept hoping it would ruin his perverted little video. 

Then the doorbell rang once more. 

Robin moaned into the ball gag as the men left the room to answer. Was this more humiliation?

Laying on the her bed bound and gagged Robin felt the sting of semen as it seeped into her eyes. Her nose was full of the redolent smell of sperm and the trace of shit Mathew had left on her mouth and the ball gag. 

Then the men returned with another man, Richard, a former lover she'd had on the side while dating Mathew. Richard was just a pretty man she liked to fool around with, she had never loved him. She recalled he had expressed the desire to be with her more permanently, but she had told him to take what he could get and be happy with that. 

Now here he was observing her indignity. 

"I can't believe you guys are doing it. This is awesome." Where the other two men had a sense of gravity about them as they defiled her, Richard seemed to think this was a game. He laughed and took out his camera and took some pictures of her vulnerability. 

"Can I fuck her now?" He asked the other two. 

"Anything you want." Donald said. He went back to his post by the camera. 

Richard stripped quickly, his excitement apparent by his speed. 

Never had Richard been a sophisticated lover, but he made up for it by being beautiful and very well endowed. His cock was around eight inches when hard and when Robin saw it again she flinched, worrying he might want to fuck her ass too. 

Richard came over to the far side of the bed from the camera and squeezed her tits hard and pinched her nipples painfully. He wanted to hurt her. Robin whimpered at his mistreatment of her flesh. She thought the other men had been mean, but she now knew they had been pretty considerate compared to Richard. He bit her tit and left marks on her soft skin.

"I've always wanted to hurt you the way you hurt me." He said. "But you'd need a heart to feel what I felt, so I'll hurt your body instead." He slapped her breasts and Robin screamed into the ball gag. 

For the next few minutes Richard slapped Robin all over her body, hurting her and making her sob in pain as he abused her body harshly. Her skin glowed red from neck to thigh as he worked her over with the palm of his hands. 

He avoided her spunk stained face, and for the first time Robin was grateful for the coating of slime covering her features. Tears flowed out of her eyes, snot began spill from her nose and drool from her mouth as she wailed in pain and disgrace. 

Then, when she thought she would go crazy from the pain, Richard crawled onto the bed and pointed his huge cock at her pussy. He grabbed the lubricant from where Mathew had left it between her legs and he rubbed it all over her slit and his erection. 

When he shoved his mammoth manhood into her Robin felt a thrill at being filled up so quickly. The shock of her desire was almost as great as the surprise at his sudden thrust. As he began to hump himself into her Robin felt her body react with passion.  

The feeling she least expected at this moment was passion but there it was. This vigorous fucking triggered memories of being with Richard before, his tool making her climax over and over. And here it was happening again. Her body clenched and began to reach fulfillment as Richard drove in and out of her clasping core.

When she came she wailed her humiliation and need around the ball gag. Knowing Donald recorded her and that Mathew watched somehow made this better. She wanted them to know that Richard could make her cum like they never could. 

Robin hoped it hurt their precious egos. 

When she was done cumming she looked over at them smugly, but both men were masturbating watching her climax. They enjoyed watching her cum, it was no bruise to their egos. 

Richard distracted her then by beginning to slap her breasts as he fucked her. It hurt but she found it wasn't so bad after her massive orgasm. As he thoroughly fucked her Richard punished her with his one hand. Her tits throbbed from the beating but she felt another orgasm coming from the wonderful job Richard was doing fucking her. 

When he stopped and pulled out she mewed her disappointment. 

Then once more a former lover sprayed her face with his jizz. Even before he was done painting her face with cum Mathew was there on the other side spilling his seed over her as well. There was no escaping the flow of spunk as it cascaded down over her. 

There was Donald with his ever present camera pointed right at her face, down by her chin, as two cocks drizzled her in cum from both sides. There was so much sperm on her face now she couldn't unclench her eyelids without risking the stinging fluid filling her eye. It was leaking into her mouth as she panted from her exertions and she tasted the chemical flavour she hated. 

The men crawled off the bed and Robin lay still calming herself and hoping the sperm around her eyes would flow away and let her look around at what the men were doing now. Tilting her face to one side she let the goo leak from the hollow of her eye socket, and then she tilted the other way and cleared that eye as best she could in her helpless state. 

Looking around her bedroom she saw the men were dressed and taking pictures or videos of her. Donald was on his phone texting someone again. Who else would he bring in to humiliate her? Would this nightmare ever end?

When they had finished documenting her humiliation the men left the room and she could hear them raiding her kitchen and laughing as they joked about what they were doing to her. It was intolerably cruel. 

After some time passed Robin felt drowsy as she lay immobile. She was thirsty and fatigued from raging so hard and from being used mercilessly as a sex toy. Screaming would probably bring one of the men to see what she was doing, but she would rather not have them come back in and mock her. 

Then the doorbell rang. 

What fresh horror was this?

After a moment, as the men all talked to whomever had arrived, she heard them moving to the bedroom. Robin still felt a sharp pang of shame about being seen like this, bound nude to her own bed, stained with the leavings of three men. Wracking her brain she had been trying to determine who Donald might bring in next. 

In her wildest imaginings it was not the two new men who entered with her three former lovers. 

Neville and Hurley were Robin's co-workers, two of the biggest losers she had met since high school. Having them see her like this, men who had never seen her naked, who she would never have willingly let see her in even a bikini, was worse by far than what went before. 

The two geeks stood gaping at her like the morons they were. Neville was a skinny, pimply nerd with huge glasses and an odour that clung to him like a fog wherever he went. Hurley was enormous, easily three hundred pounds at only five foot seven or so. He was greasy with long hair and a shifty nervous manner than made Robin feel creeped out whenever she had to deal with him. 

Robin had been disdainful of these two for the last few years as they worked together. The idea of ever being kind to them made her skin crawl. Allowing them to have sex with her was torture of the highest degree. 

Robin began to scream.

Her cries drowned out whatever conversation the men were having. It seemed like the two losers were scared. Donald was reassuring them of something, and Richard was laughing. Laughing! At her. 

When the two geeks began to disrobe Robin felt her gorge rising. As they revealed their unworthy bodies she began to weep once more. This time it was a racking ugly cry. She felt horror inside at the idea of her beautiful body being a plaything for thing these horrible failures of humanity. 

Once they were naked the two looked even worse. Hurley was layered in fat, rolls of it were everywhere. Robin couldn't' find many of the landmarks of manhood she expected, Hurly looked more like a walrus or some animal she was unfamiliar with. 

Neville was somehow worse. His bony body looked hideously knobbed with bone and gristle. He looked like a survivor of some war camp. His chest was sunken and oddly shaped and his limbs seemed not to be firmly attached to one another. At any moment it looked like he would fall apart, body parts collapsing around him in a jumble. 

The bed made strange, straining noises that Robin had never heard before when Hurly climbed up between her out-stretched legs. His face showed a mask of worry, lust and guilt that made Robin despise him even more. Clearly he knew what he was doing was wrong, but he was going ahead anyway. Either he was doing this because he wanted her so badly he could even fuck her in this horrifying situation or he wanted the approval of the other men badly enough to go through with it. 

Both states made Robin view him as weak and pathetic. 

Hurley was going to fuck her first so Neville roamed around the bed with his phone out and his hands wandering her body, touching her with his cold fingers. He used feather light touches that gave her goose bumps of horror each time his fingers caressed some part of her flesh. 

Hurley's cock was hard and he slathered it in lubricant. All that Robin could see of his prick under the rolls of fat hanging from his belly was a thick, short knob. It was hardly long enough to wrap his own fist around, so much of it was hidden inside his belly. 

When he leaned in to start raping her Robin felt his belly press down over her and she whimpered with disgust. The great weigh of him flatted down over her smooth belly and spilled out over the sides as he maneuvered his bulk into position to enter her. 

The lower part of his abdomen squished around and over her sex and she felt his fist nudge her as he aimed himself blindly at her opening. This was humiliating and nauseating and it was all being filmed by multiple cameras. 

Then by sheer luck Hurley's cockhead popped between her lips and poked her opening. Robin flinched and Hurly felt her heat or something because he seemed to know where he was. He removed his hand and leaned over her even more, his huge bulk squishing her painfully as he leaned on her and moved his hips to work his wide cock into her.

While Neville tweaked her nipples painfully Hurley wedged his broad prick into her pussy and forced his way inside. Robin was surprised by how big he felt. Looking at his penis in context to his body it seemed small, but inside her own body it felt big. Really big. It was short and didn't touch her were Richard did, but Robin felt stretched wide.

Hurley began to fuck her in earnest, his heaving mass pressing down on her crushing the air form her lungs as her entire abdomen was displaced by Hurley's weight. 

In moments his sweat began to drip down onto her chest and lower face as he exerted himself using her body for his own pleasure.

But it wasn't just his pleasure. 

Robin felt an unexpected warmth inside as she was opened wide and stuffed with Hurley huge cock. His belly ground down over her clit in a way none of her skinny, fit lovers had ever done and the extra stimulation was getting her really aroused.

Robin tried her best to ignore what was happening to her cunt but it felt surprisingly good. While Neville played with her breasts Hurley fucked her harder and harder and Robin felt a climax boiling up inside. The agony of mortification made her blush hotly, but Robin was having a harder and harder time not showing how aroused she was. 

Inside she battled against the rising tide of passion as Hurley's body rubbed her own so intimately. If she could have moved she would have squirmed out from under him, but she was trapped. Instead she did everything she could to fight off the waves of lust flowing out from her clit. 

"Holy shit. Is she cumming?" Mathew asked incredulously. 

"I think she's close." Richard agreed. "Come on Big Guy give it to her, she loves it."

Now that they knew what was going on with her the men gathered closer to watch her fight off her own debauched gratification. Their keen attention made her self-conscious, but also added fuel to her fervor. Something inside her wanted them to see her like this, wanted them to see her get off. 

Hurley's big, wide cock was giving her a new kind of pleasure and his belly was piteously pounding down onto her burning clit. Robin bit her lip to drive away the passion that was becoming overwhelming. Anguished she fought with all her will not to cum, but the circumstances were out of her control. She had no power to stop what her body felt. 

Then Neville leaned over and began to suck her nipple. 

It was too much. Robin clenched hard, her whole body trembling as she fought her climax, but it was of no use. As her body exploded with release pleasure erupted from her core and she wailed her humiliation around the ball gag as salacious delight coursed along her limbs. No part of her was spared as passion ravished her entire being. 

All of it brought on by the two men she least desired in the world. 

What brought her back to herself was Hurley pulling his broad knob from her gripping pussy and heaving his mass up over her chest aiming his spurting dong at her face. 

Once more another man spilled his seed over her features and Robin mewled pathetically as that hated fluid coated her face once more. Gasping as her climax still gripped her in aftershocks Robin tasted more of him than the others as his jism leaked around the ball gag and filled her mouth with a horrible chemical taste. 

Forced to swallow least she choke Robin drank Hurley's sperm and hated herself for giving him pleasure. 

As he finished painting her face with spunk Robin felt her own pleasure abating, and as she came back to herself she felt something was different inside. She felt hollow and distant from herself. Something like peace settled in her chest, but it wasn't a happy peace.

Robin felt defeated. Broken. Accepting of this abuse. Was this what a conquered warrior felt? This abysmal, humbled feeling? 

Part of her was grateful to give up the struggle. Laying down her mental weaponry made her feel lighter, less burdened. But her spirit recoiled from giving up so deeply. 

When Hurly lifted himself up off of her awkwardly the lightness she felt as his weight lifted did nothing to remove the weight of shame she felt for having had an orgasm while he used her. 

Robin felt utterly defiled and unclean, inside and out. 

Then Neville positioned himself between her legs and aimed his tool at her opening. 

More abuse.

"Is it okay if I fuck her asshole?" He asked in his whiny voice. 

"Go ahead." Donald answered. Robin felt only mild regret at hearing her bum was going to be assaulted once more. 

"I don't even need lube, she is dripping wet down here." Neville sounded gleeful, as if her wetness was permission to do what he wanted to her. 

Robin felt him shove himself into her rectum and begin to hammer away at her sphincter. She felt it, but she was far removed from this callus defilement of her body now. Her mind floated above her as she tried to reconcile the woman she knew with the things being done to her. 

After a time, as she floated in a foggy dream world where she was still beautiful and aloof, Robin felt fingers probing her clit and pleasure once more bloomed as she was fucked unwillingly. 

Lecherous pleasure burgeoned in her body as her mind drifted far above.

Time meant nothing where she was, but abruptly Robin was called back to her body as she once more erupted in a powerful climax. Neville was still rammed in and out of her ass but his fingers on her clit were making her cum. Wracked with pleasure Robin writhed to escape the merciless digits rubbing her clit and bringing her unwillingly back to what was happening to her body. 

Over and over she clenched with lewd spasms, her orgasm robbing her of any final shreds of dignity she retained. Robin was laid bare. She had fully become a vessel of carnal purpose. There was little personality left; she was simply a implement for these men to utilize for pleasure. 




Avenged



And in return she felt pleasure at their use.

As she lay back panting from multiple orgasms Robin felt only tingling warmth, a fulfillment of desire. While Neville pillaged her bowels for his own release Robin lay back gasping from gratification.

"Hey guys." Neville panted as he fucked Robin's ass. "Anyone mind if I cum on her tits?" 

"Well, "Donald spoke at last. "There is one other guy supposed to come, but he is really late, so I suppose that's his problem if he doesn't like it. Go ahead." 

Robin knew they were talking about her body, but it seemed so distant and strange to hear them speak so casually of abusing her that she let it go as if it were a buzzing fly across the room somewhere.

A few moments passed as the concept of there being another guy coming floated around her brain without landing anywhere useful. Who could it be? part of her mind wondered dreamily. 

Neville pounded away in her bum and after an indistinct period of time Robin felt him pull out painfully and wiggle around on top of her. Then she felt the warm spatter of sperm landing on her breasts. 

When she spoke to Neville at work, which was as infrequently as possible, he always stared at her chest. Robin often wore low cut tops with no bra, she liked the way her nipples poked out the fabric of her clothes and the attention it got her. She just hated it when unworthy men looked. Didn't they know their place? she had often thought. Now as Neville defiled those same nipples with his hot spunk Robin realized she didn't care. He could do whatever he wanted, she was worthless now. Her desirability had always been in her unattainability. Now she belonged to everyone. 

Contemplating her lack of value in the world now, Robin ignored him as Neville smeared his cum around on her chest using his still hard cock. She remained aloof as she was filmed from every angle by multiple cameras. 

Dimly she noticed the ball gag being cut from her face, and when her mouth could finally close after so long she felt honest pleasure, nothing impelled by some other person. Licking her chapped lips she tasted semen and didn't care. It was just another flavour now. 

"I have to pee. " She whispered, not expecting anyone to care. 

But she felt herself being released from her bonds. 

Robin's hips ached from being held wide open for so long. Her ankles were chaffed and sore from the ropes which were now removed. Her arms were still tied and she heard the men growing excited by whatever they were talking about as she was led into the bathroom. 

They didn't lead her to the toilet, but rather to the shower. Her arms were tied above her head to the shower curtain rod and she was forced to kneel in the tub facing the room. 

"We need to clean her off, don't we guys." Donald said. Robin forced her eyes to focus and she saw that Donald was aiming his flaccid cock right at her sperm soaked face.

With camera in one hand and cock in the other Donald stood still for a moment and then suddenly a stream of warm fluid shot into her open mouth and splashed hotly over her face. 

He was pissing on her.

Robin flinched, but didn't recoil, or try to escape. This was just one more humiliation.

Using the stream of urine Donald washed the sperm from her as best he could. Robin dangled from her bonds and accepted this treatment as part of her lot in this new horrible life she was living.

Actually the heat felt nice, and the taste wasn't too bad. 

One after the other the men all pissed on her. At one point the heat and smell urged her to piss herself and she release her own flow down her legs as she knelt in the tub. Nothing was too embarrassing now. 

Kneeling, dripping wet from urine, Robin hung from her arms and shivered from degradation and fatigue. Hurley took pity on her and pulled the shower head from its spot on the wall and aimed it so that it pointed at the drain. He then took a moment to adjust the water flow and temperature and then let the stream cascade over her body cleaning her of the stinking fluids she was soaked in. 

A short shower and then she was clean once more, but still tied to the shower rod. 

Then there was another man there. 

Robin hadn't noticed Donald leave to let him in but suddenly there was Robin's boss, Ted Banake, standing in front of her gazing at her nudity.

Robin had had a crush on her boss for what seemed like years. Not a big crush, not a risk-yourself-and-say-something crush, but she liked him and fantasized about him. And now here he was standing before her while she dangled naked, tortured and utterly degraded from her own shower rod while he took in her fully exposed body. 

Ted was a fit, handsome man in his late forties. He had a sexuality to him that seemed easy and calm, but was none-the-less powerful. 

"Robin." He said in his familiar voice, the voice that often warmed her between the legs. His tone was soft and smooth as always, seductive and calm. This voice was a major part of why she liked him so much. His kindness radiated out from him and Robin suddenly had hope once more. 

Then he dashed that hope by continuing to speak. 

"It seems like you are finally getting what's coming to you." Robin felt shock at his words, but her already broken spirit simply accepted his admonishment as one more humiliation. "I'm really glad Hurley and Neville could be here for this. They deserve some measure of recompense for how you treat them. I've seen you wound these men more times than I can count. It's not simply that you find them repugnant and try to ignore them, but you seem to go out of you way to torture them, to humiliate them and make others treat them badly as well." Ted sighed. 'I liked you Robin. Once. You are still a hard worker, but you think you are better than everyone just because you're good looking. You are a very beautiful women, but everyone deserves a certain amount of respect just for being alive. You only seem to respect physical beauty. Mostly your own."

Donald began to speak as well. "You cheated on me. You slept with other men while we were supposed to be exclusive. You are demanding, shallow, mean spirited and cruel. If any part of you thinks this happened to you because we hate women you are wrong. We did this because we hate you."

Mathew. "Every one of us has been tortured by you. Tormented by how you treat us."

Richard. "Tossed aside when we are no longer convenient or worthy."

Neville. "Treated as Less because we don't look like you."

Hurly. "Hated because of how we look, not who we are."

Ted. "Teased and made uncomfortable because you can't accept that we are with someone else, or because you simply can't have us. I'm happily married Robin, and I have been for the entire time you've worked for me. And yet you take every opportunity to test me, to try and get me to break my vows and sleep with you. You once teased me for being homosexual because I didn't try and fuck you at a Christmas party."

Donald. "It took me a long time to discover how ugly you are. Ugly on the inside. I just wish I'd found out before I fell in love with you. Now my heart is broken and I have to live with what we did here today. Each of us is going to have to reconcile our behaviour today. But at long last we have given you what you deserve. We have avenged ourselves upon you."

Ted stepped close and violently unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock holding it inches before Robin's face. It was flaccid and looked vulnerably and exposed, like she felt.

"This is how I feel about you Robin. Here look. I can't get hard looking at you. I don't find you sexy. You're too awful inside. Go on, look!" 

Robin gazed at his penis, and he let it go allowing it to dangle before her, this cock that she had dreamed of claiming as it hung soft in the open space of his zipper. There was no movement, no rising of the flesh, no quickening of sexual desire in it and Robin knew the truth. She saw now that she was disgusting and that a man as good, kind and loving as Ted was would never want a woman like her. 

Then Ted reached above her and untied her wrists. When her hands lowered back to cover her nudity Robin felt the blood rushing back into her fingers and hissed with pain. Robin looked up to see Ted watching her with compassion in his eyes. "I hope you hear what we are saying Robin. I hope you understand and accept some of the blame for this. It wasn't kind, but you have been very unkind to these men so... I suppose a certain amount anger in them could be forgiven if you are in a forgiving mindset. If not... well who knows what will happen. See you at work on Monday if you are still interested in being there."

Ted walked away and Donald approached her. "We accept that we broke the law here today, and if you choose to press charges we are ready. The plan is to accept our punishment, much as you have done today, but it won't be pleasant for you, or any of us. And then, there is all this video..."

Donald trailed off, but Robin understood the warning.

One by one the men stood before her and looked down where she knelt huddled in her bathtub, pathetic and changed. 

Robin endured their scrutiny and accepted their anger. 

When they left she wept for a long time. She stood and let the shower wash over her until there was no hot water left. Then she stood there a little longer until she was too cold to stand it any longer. Her mind was a blank, no thought was firm enough to land in her brain and stay long enough to be examined. She just floated in a fog of sadness. 

Then she went to her soiled, rumbled bed and lay down and slept for the rest of the night and well into the next day. 

The next afternoon when she woke up and found her thoughts once more flowing like normal Robin began to assess her life and review her behaviors. 

Looking in the mirror for a long time she tried to see herself as beautiful but couldn't. Instead she saw how she treated others not what her skin looked like, or how pretty her eyes might be. Robin was changed. 

There was no telling what would happen at work on Monday, but she was willing to give it a try. Telling herself she didn't need to make any decisions right now Robin fed her famished body and decided to take things one step at a time. If she were going to press charges she would get a lawyer and do so, but she felt she might not do that. Part of her was interested more in becoming a better person than a vengeful one. 

Robin had been broken by those men, and as she put the pieces back together she seriously considered reforming them into a better version of herself. 

One day at a time she would try and heal and see what the world had to offer a nicer woman with a pretty face.



Avengers Ass-emble!



Contents: MMMM/F, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Female Masturbation, Humor 

Note: This story takes place immediately following the events of Avengers (vol. I) #1, published by Marvel Comics. 

Note: This story was originally written under the name of Necromancer, but I’ve decided to use the new name Doctor Insanus. It has more of a corny, comic book-type of feel that I’m trying to put in my writing. 

If you’ve made it this far, you probably know what’s in store for you. Needless to say, this is not a story for minors. So, if you are not 18, or if you ARE 18 and are offended by graphic descriptions of various sexual acts, then for crying out loud, GO AWAY! Consider yourself warned. 

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The battle was over. Loki was defeated.

The Avengers made their way to the New York mansion that Tony Stark had set aside for use as their headquarters. A feeling of exhilaration was shared by all of them. Thor, of course, felt the pride in earning a noble victory over a mighty foe. Iron Man was already making plans for the next series of upgrades he would implement in his armor. The Hulk just wanted to kick some ass and get something to eat. Ant-Man couldn’t believe that he had finally reached the big leagues! Fighting alongside Thor & Iron Man! The Hulk! How much bigger does it get? As for the Wasp, she wanted to get a shower and fix her hair. All that fighting had gotten her so sweaty!

"You boys may not mind, but I simply have to get cleaned up! Can you imagine a picture of me looking like this ended up on the front page of the tabloids?" She brushed aside a strand of sweaty hair from her face and sniffed. "I’m all stinky! Iron Man, where’s the bathroom? I’ve got to get out of these nasty things!"

"Down the hall, last door on the right." Iron Man chuckled. To be honest, he was smelling kind of nasty himself. Being stuck in a tin can while you battled for your life wasn’t the most pleasant way to spend your day. He made a mental note to himself: add some sort of ventilation system in the next model.

As the Wasp made her way to the bathroom, her teammates settled into the mansion, admiring the exquisite design and furnishings their new headquarters contained.

"Truly, this be a home worthy of man or god," Thor stated. "We owe this Anthony Stark a debt of thanks."

"It’s the least I... the least he could do, Thor." Iron Man smiled beneath his armored faceplate. Especially since I am Tony Stark, he thought. "He sees this team as the front line in the defense of humanity."

Ant-Man leaned back in his chair. "Well, I for one can’t wait to set up my lab and get to work. I’ve got some ideas on how to make myself and Jan more valuable players."

"I’ll see to it that you get everything you need, Hank." Iron Man replied. "Just make a list of all the equipment and I’ll pass it along to Mister Stark."

"Bah! All this talkin’ about equipment! Just point me in the direction of the bad guys, and get outta my way!" The Hulk had been in the kitchen, but he returned now with enough food to feed a small elephant. "All I need is some grub and a place to eat it!"

Thor and Iron Man exchanged a glance. This could develop into a problem, Iron Man thought. The Hulk is a powerful ally; arguably as powerful as Thor himself. But it wouldn’t take much to set him off. Then we’d be in serious trouble.

Oblivious to the tension around him, Hank Pym pondered what new revolutionary advances he would make in the field of biology, and how they would make him a more powerful asset for the Avengers.

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Meanwhile, Janet Van Dyne had discovered the spacious bathroom and was admiring the marble hot tub that dominated it. She smiled; this was going to feel incredible after such a long, hard day’s work. She slowly unzipped her skintight costume, exposing her sweat-soaked skin. Turning toward a large mirror that dominated most of the far wall, she admired her reflection. 

She was a beautiful young woman. Although she was a newcomer to this superhero business, she had already become quite famous for her form-fitting costumes. A number of pictures of her had appeared in several magazines, and with the shortage of female crimefighters nowadays, demand for her was growing steadily. She had made every effort to satisfy her fans, designing her own costumes to make them as sexy as possible while still maintaining as much dignity as she could.

As her costume fell to the floor, she gripped her pert tits and pressed them together. Although they weren't especially large, her petite figure made them appear fuller than they actually were. Each was topped with a perfect round nipple about the size of a quarter, growing erect as she slowly caressed them. Turning, she admired her curvaceous young ass. She had a beautiful butt, and more than one man had dreamed of filling it with his throbbing cock. Truthfully, Jan often had this dream herself; she had almost asked Hank to try it, but he was so strait-laced. What would he think?

Jan smiled as the warmth of the bathroom seeped into her body, her tired muscles already beginning to relax. Steam filled the room, making it appear she stood in the center of a dense cloud. Soon, she could barely see herself in the mirror. Oh well, she thought. I really should get cleaned up; I feel so nasty!

She sighed as she slowly lowered herself into the steaming tub. The water in the tub was frothing, tiny bubbles massaging every inch of her body. Gasping, Jan spread her legs and savored the sensation of thousands of bubbles caressing her most tender regions. Gripping the sides of the tub, she pressed her pussy against the small intake where the water gushed into the tub. Powerful streams of frothing water erupted against her sweet cunt, tickling her clit. She slipped a hand over her mound and gently rubbed it, adding to her pleasure.

The bubbles seemed to be licking her all over, sliding across her pussy and even reaching the tiny pucker of her asshole. She lifted her legs, placing her feet over the edge of the tub, spreading her delicious cheeks even farther apart. Now her asshole was completely exposed, and she felt the frothing water actually fill her rectum. As a particularly strong surge of water reached her nether regions, she shuddered in ecstasy.

Frantically, she began moving her pussy against the incredible, licking bubbles. She wasn’t disappointed as her throbbing clit was brought to new heights of stimulation. Just a little more, she thought. Just... a... little...

"Ooooooooh god," Jan moaned, her entire body convulsing as an incredibly powerful orgasm wracked her body. Quivering with ecstasy, she threw her head back and allowed herself to be carried away on waves of pleasure.

"Yes... oh FUCK yeah... ohhhhhhh..."

She groaned as her body spasmed with each orgasm. Again and again, she felt her pussy and asshole clenching, then relaxing. She quivered with the sensation of her asshole squeezing the warm water from her bowels. The water seemed to envelop her, caressing her entire body from head to toe before releasing her.

Slowly, as if floating back to earth on a silvery cloud, Jan slid deeper into the water. She moaned softly as a last spasm of bliss passed through her, and then she was done. With her mind at least clear, she began to think of new opportunities for pleasure. 

Barely half as old as Hank, Jan saw the Avengers as an opportunity to meet all kinds of dreamy guys. Hank was really cute, and she owed him everything, but the chance to be around that hunk Thor... it left a girl breathless! She didn’t really know Iron Man, but she had seen his boss on TV, and he was a walking dream! The Hulk... well...

Jan smiled. The Hulk definitely wasn’t her type, but she imagined there was a part of him that she would admire greatly. She had noticed the prominent bulge in his tattered pants after the battle with Loki, and despite herself she had felt a strange urge to...

She sat up with a jolt. What was she doing? She wasn’t seriously fantasizing about the Hulk? The Hulk? 

Boy, Jan thought, I really do need to get laid!

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"So I’ll have the lawyers draw up the paperwork and we can look it over. If everyone agrees, we’ll put our names to it, and the Avengers will be official." Iron Man stood in a corner of the living room, addressing his teammates. Thor sat on one end of a large sofa, the Hulk on the other. Hank had risen from his chair and was examining the large fireplace on the opposite wall.

"Sounds good, Shell-Head," he said. "I guess if we’re going to work as a team, we’ll need to set down some guidelines first."

"Yea, verily," Thor added. "Such an assemblage will no doubt grow both in numbers and in power. The day will come when conflict may ensue, and mayhap the work we do here today will bring order."

The Hulk just sighed. "All this talk! When do we start smashin’ things?"

Iron Man looked at the Hulk, not for the first time feeling disdain for the emerald giant. "Look, Hulk, we don’t go out picking fights. We’re here for the needs of humanity! Whenever a threat that’s too much for any one of to handle comes along, we’ll be here for each other."

"Bah! There ain’t a threat that the Hulk can’t handle with his own two fists!"

The tension was ready to break open into something even worse. Hank looked at the Hulk with genuine fear. Thor was beginning to rise, and the Hulk went to his feet in an instant.

"Right here, blondie! Make your move!"

"Thy power is great, green one... perhaps the greatest that any mortal hath ever possessed. But step carefully. Thou dost face the God of Thunder, Son of Asgard, Lord of Storms! Thou dost face THOR!"

Iron Man moved to step between them, until he realized that he was trying to impose himself between the two strongest men on the planet. What the hell am I doing? he thought. We’re talking about Thor and the Hulk here! I don’t know if even my armor can withstand that sort of punishment!

The two titans stepped closer, and the entire room seem to shudder with the effort of containing their combined power.

"Shit," Hank whispered. If they couldn't stop this little disagreement before it erupted into a full-scale war, it might not stop until the entire city was flattened. He sure as Hell couldn't do anything against them, and Iron Man would get creamed trying to break them up.

Suddenly, a clear voice broke through the haze of rage.

"Now, boys, don’t you think you can find a more... constructive outlet for all that nasty tension?"

In unison, the four Avengers turned. And in unison, their faces registered absolute amazement.

Standing in the doorway, completely naked, was Janet Van Dyne. Her body still moist and pink from her bath, she ran her hands through the tangles of her wet hair. As the men admired her naked body, they noticed the bald mound of her cunt. Jan smiled to herself; she had paid her stylist a little extra for an extremely close shave, and she hadn’t been disappointed. Even across the room, the stunned heroes could make out the pink lips beneath it, glistening with moisture.

"Jan... what..." Hank stammered.

"Just doing my part to keep the team together, lover." Jan smiled. "You boys got yourselves all worked up... and so did I. What do you say we work out all this tension in a more pleasant way?"

"Hell, yeah," Iron Man said. As Tony Stark, he had admired the sexy young heroine for some time now. This was one tight young booty he wanted to add to his list of conquests.

"Aye..." Thor smiled. "To the victors go the spoils. So says Thor!"

"Bah! I don’t really give a fuck what ‘says Thor!’" the Hulk grunted. "I just see a hot piece of tail, and that’s somethin’ I don’t get much!"

"Now wait just a goddamn minute here!" Hank spouted. "This is my... my girlfriend here!"

"Oh, poop!" Jan pursed her lips, hands on hips. "Hank Pym, I’ve got the chance to get fucked by the most incredible bunch of guys in the world... including you, sweetie. You want to make me happy, don’t you?"

"Well, sure, Jan. But..."

"No buts, Hank! Well, I guess there’s my butt..."

"Oh yeah!" Iron Man said, already removing his armor.

"Yeah! And I want all of you inside of me and all over me!" Jan walked into the center of the room. "So, what’s it gonna be, lover? You know you’ll always be my number one guy. I just want these guys to have their numbers, too!"

"Well, I... what?" Hank was completely flustered now. Iron Man put his arm around Hank’s shoulders.

"Forget it, Hank. Just go with the flow. Sometime, Mister Stark will have to explain women to you."

"Ummm... okay." Hank began undressing.

Jan kneeled before them, watching with great interest as each man removed his uniform. She gasped as the Hulk actually ripped his pants off, exposing a truly gargantuan cock. Even at half-mast, it was still as large as any she had ever seen. Fully ten inches long and growing, it was larger than her forearm. Thor simply removed his own skin-tight pants, not even bothering to discard his helmet or shirt. His cock throbbed, ten inches long and very thick. Jan’s fingers went to her cunt, working her clit frantically. Hank had removed his costume, and stood before her with his own seven-inch member. She smiled at him; she had grown very familiar with his cock in recent months. It had filled her sweet pussy numerous times, and it was the perfect size to bring her to one orgasm after another. Despite its relative smallness (in comparison to the monsters she was facing today), she felt genuine fondness for it.

"FUCK!" Iron Man fumbled with his bulky armor. "That’s IT! The first chance I get, I am definitely replacing this goddamn thing!" Finally, he unfastened the last restraint, and most of his armor fell aside. Only his helmet and chestplate remained. Jan admired his body. While not as perfectly-muscled as Thor’s, it was athletic, well-defined. And she noted with approval the eight-inch shaft that jutted from beneath his thick, black pubic hair.

"Okay, boys. Let’s have ‘em!"

She opened her mouth to receive Hank’s familiar cock, and her hands went to Thor and Iron Man’s pulsating rods. Hank gasped as she ran her wet tongue along his shaft, leaving a trail of thick saliva from tip to base. Then she took each of his balls into her hot mouth, sucking them carefully but forcefully. He hissed, unable to hide his pleasure as she worshipped him. Jan showed great talent in stroking Thor and Iron Man while slavishly sucking Hank’s cock. They looked down at her with approval, as she warmed them up. Her soft hands worked slowly but steadily, giving them exquisite pleasure without any immediate danger of orgasm.

Hank’s knees started to buckle, but his teammates caught him. As they stood, their arms around each other’s shoulders to offer support, they all looked down at the sexy young woman who was giving herself to them. She abruptly removed her mouth from Hank’s leaking cock and engulfed Iron Man.

"Jesus," Iron Man groaned as Jan sucked him. For the moment, she ignored Hank’s purple prick, allowing him to regain control.

Jan inhaled the musky odor of Iron Man’s balls. He had been stuck in his armor all day long, and he had built up quite a sweat. She didn’t care, though. In her lust, it only served to arouse her even more. Taking her lips off his shaft, she began tonguing his nuts, savoring the salty flavor of his sweat. He groaned as she took each of them in her mouth, slipping her tongue across them. She began to slowly jerk on his cock as she licked the underside of his sac in an effort to coax as much sperm as possible from his pulsating meat. 

"Hey! What the fuck is this?" The Hulk stood behind her, his cock now fully erect. It was fully fifteen inches long and at least three inches in diameter. He stroked it slowly, a thick drop of pre-cum leaking from the slit.

Jan stopped sucking Iron Man for a moment and looked back over her shoulder at the jade giant. "Oh my," she gasped. "I’m really sorry, Hulk, but that monster won’t fit in any of my little holes. I can give you a nice handjob, though."

"Fuck that! I’m not gettin’ by with a damn handjob while you’re sucking these bozos off!"

"Well, what do you have in mind?"

"I’ll tell you what I have in mind!" He grabbed Jan and pulled her off the floor.

"Hey!" Iron Man cried. "Just what are you trying to pull?" He had been enjoying the enthusiastic blowjob Jan was giving him, and now this big gorilla was butting in!

"Shaddup, tin man. I’ve got a plan!" Flipping Jan onto her back, the Hulk straddled her. He slid his enormous cock between her tits and begin sliding back and forth between them. Understanding immediately, Jan smiled and pressed her boobs together to better accommodate her massive partner. The Hulk sighed with pleasure as he fucked her tits, his cock so long that it easily reached her mouth. Jan ran her tongue along the tip, lapping up the thick drops of pre-cum that were already seeping from it.

"Uh... Uh... Uhhhh..." His thrusting grew more frantic as the Hulk got closer and closer to orgasm. Jan grew somewhat afraid at having over 1000 pounds of gamma-irradiated meat pounding her tits, but the Hulk was being very careful not to hurt her. What a sweetheart, she thought, wrapping her lips around the end of his cock and sucking as hard as she could. She was rewarded with a groan of ecstasy from her emerald lover.

"Yeah, that’s it. Keep sucking it! I’m gonna cum!"

Showing no mercy, Jan took more and more of his cock into her mouth. It was too large for her to take that much, but she was able to get about three inches of it inside. Straining her jaws to the limit, she let him fuck her mouth. Grunting and groaning with the effort of containing his orgasm, the Hulk finally lost the battle.

"AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" he roared, throwing his head back. "Hulk... CUMMING!"

Immediately, Jan felt her mouth fill with thick, creamy cum. There was so much of it, and it was so hot! She gulped it down by the mouthful, but it just kept coming. Afraid of gagging, she pulled her mouth off his cock and jerked it off, sending streamers of cum across her face. Within seconds, her face was completely drenched, and cum dripped from her hair. It filled her mouth, her nose... it even flowed into her ears and filled them. She continued swallowing as much as she could, but it seemed as if the Hulk would never stop cumming!

"Oh yeah! Take it, you little bitch! Take it all over your fucking face!"

Gradually, the gusher of cum slacked off; it continued to ooze from his cock as Jan stroked it, but it no longer splashed across her face. Now it gathered on her tits, soaking them completely. She giggled with delight, happy that she was responsible for this copious ejaculation.

"Jeez, Hulk, I think you really needed that!" She said as he fell off her, landing on the floor beside her with a thunderous crash.

"But look at her!" Iron Man shouted. "She’s got cum all over her! I mean, I’ve heard of sloppy seconds before, but, Christ, that’s ridiculous!"

"Oh phooey! Don’t be so grouchy, Shell-Head! I can take care of this." Jan began scooping up as much of the Hulk’s cum as she could, smearing it across her fingers and slipping them into her mouth. Licking them clean, she scooped up another batch and did it again. As Thor, Hank, and Iron Man looked on, she ate every drop of cum that the Hulk had deposited on her. Finally, smacking her lips, she gulped down the last of his sticky seed.

"There now, isn’t that better?"

Iron Man shrugged. "Well, sure, I guess. But how am I gonna top that?"

Jan smiled. "Oh, I’m sure you’ve got a few ideas."

"As a matter of fact, I do. For right now, let’s pick up where we left off."

She turned back to Iron Man, licking his sweaty balls while she stroked his cock. Behind the faceplate, his blue eyes burned with lust, and she met his gaze and held it. A small stream of pre-cum dribbled down his cock, and she sucked the end of it into her mouth. Then, pulling away from him, she slurped the sticky streamer off his shaft and swallowed it down. With a smile, she turned to Thor and ran her tongue over the head of his throbbing meat.




Avengers Ass-emble!



"Mmmmm... I’ve been wanting to suck you for a looong time, stud," Jan practically moaned as her mouth engulfed Thor’s cock. She took it as far as she could, until the head nudged the back of her throat. Then, closing her eyes, she slid her lips even farther down the shaft, nearly gagging as it pushed completely into her mouth. Thor groaned as Jan deep-throated his cock, her lips wrapped around the base, her nose buried in the curls of his pubic hair. He gripped the back of her head and began fucking her face, using her for his own pleasure.

Jan was overwhelmed with lust, focusing completely on the God of Thunder. She wanted to be his slave, giving him pleasure without any regard for her own. Despite this, she was feeling a warm sensation between her legs. She felt all nice and creamy down there, and she knew that it could only be satisfied by a nice big cock.

"Jan... baby, I’m feeling a little neglected here," Hank was practically whining in desperation. He stroked his cock slowly, waiting for his turn. He was no longer in any danger of shooting his load prematurely, but his cock still throbbed with his desire.

"Yeah, Jan. And I’ve decided what I want, too. "Iron Man broke off from the others and circled behind her. "So why don’t you let Hank get on the floor beneath you, so we can all get into the act?"

"Okay, lovers." Jan smiled up at Thor as Hank slid under her, his cock as hard and straight as a javelin. She moaned softly as it slid between her pussy lips and slowly entered her juicy cunt. Gripping her hips, Hank forced himself all the way inside her, breathless at the indescribable sensation.

Meanwhile, Iron Man was admiring Jan’s shapely ass. Her cheeks were firm but round, giving a hint of the womanly figure she would soon be growing into. Between them, seemingly winking at him with every thrust of Hank’s cock, was the tiny pucker of her asshole. He took a moment to admire it, a small ring of pink flesh that offered the promise of incredible pleasure.

Tony Stark had been inside literally hundreds of women, and in every possible orifice. He had always been somewhat amazed at the female body’s ability to accommodate a man in so many ways, and he had taken advantage of every available opportunity. Now, looking down at this beautiful young woman, not even out of her teens, he burned with more desire than he had ever known.

He started slow, working a finger along the base of her spine and down the crack of her ass. As it brushed across her anus, he felt it quiver slightly at his touch.

Jan gasped. "Oh, Iron Man, be gentle. I’ve never... taken it like that before!"

"Really? This is going to be even better than I thought!" The idea of being the first man in Jan’s asshole filled Iron Man with excitement. When you get the chance to ream a little hottie like her, you have to jump on it.

"Geez, Jan," Hank whined, "are you sure you really want to do that?"

"C’mon, lover. You’ll get your chance one of these days."

"Yeah, Hank," Tony said with a smile (which, of course, Hank couldn’t see). "You’ve got your place, I’ve got mine. Jan’s okay with it, so just cool off!"

"But I... I won’t be the first..."

"Hey, that’s not my fault! I get the feeling Jan’s been waiting for this for some time now!"

Jan practically purred. "Quite some time now."

"See?!" Tony chuckled. "It’s not MY fault you didn’t step up to bat!"

"Now god damn it..."

"Boys, boys, boys! You’re not gonna fight over my little butthole, are you?"

"No," Hank sighed, "I guess not."

"I’ve always been more of a lover than a fighter, Jan." Tony spoke softly in Jan’s ear. Hank frowned at this, but Jan giggled.

"Prove it, Shell-Head."

"Yea, verily." Thor had observed all this with growing consternation. "The Son of Odin doth tire of this needless bickering."

"Sorry, big guy." Iron Man smiled again.

"Me too, baby," Jan said. "Instead of talking so much, I should have been sucking this!" She gripped Thor’s throbbing cock, squeezing it gently as she ran her hand along its length. She smiled as a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Jan watched as the thick, clear fluid slowly slid from Thor’s cock and hung in a slimy tendril from its head. With growing apprehension, Hank watched the gob of pre-cum as it slid closer and closer to his face.

"Uhhh, Jan..."

"SHUT UP, HANK!!!" The entire group shouted.

Jan lowered her mouth to the end of the cum-tendril. Her tongue darted out and snagged it, and she slowly sucked the entire length of it into her mouth. With a loud slurping sound, she swallowed it and smiled at Thor.

"Tasty. I want more." She wrapped her lips around his cock and slowly took the head in her mouth. Thor gazed down at her as she sucked his cock, as if she were a loyal disciple who was worshipping her god. In fact, Jan felt exactly as if she were worshipping a god. Although she didn’t think Thor actually WAS the God of Thunder, she knew he was the biggest, baddest, and dreamiest guy around. If he wanted to think he was a god, then that was just fine with her! She would worship at the Temple of Thor every chance she got.

Iron Man, meanwhile, didn’t give a rat’s ass if Thor was the God of Thunder or not. Slipping his index finger inside his faceplate, he applied a liberal amount of saliva to it. He had sodomised some women who actually didn’t need any lubrication at all, but he had a feeling that Jan would need some help getting it inside her ass.

His finger returned to her asshole. Gently probing it, he slid the tip inside; reaching the first knuckle, he pushed slowly deeper. Jan’s anus clenched tightly, offering some resistance to his invasion, but he continued sliding it deeper into her rectum. Damn, it was so tight! he thought, as the second knuckle disappeared. Not to mention hot; her ass burned with a heat he had rarely felt in a woman. This was going to be quite a ride, he thought.

"Hey, Shell-Head, could you get a move on?" Hank was looking over Jan’s shoulder at Iron Man. The desperation was apparent on his face. He had refrained from fucking her, but his hips were starting to thrust slowly, and he was beginning to redden from the exertion of holding back. "I don’t know how much more I can take."

"Okay, Hank. Okay."

Removing his finger from Jan’s ass, he guided his cock to her puckered orifice. Placing a hand on her cheek for support, he nuzzled the head against her ass. Immediately, he felt Jan tense up; definitely a rookie at this sort of thing, he thought.

"Come on, Jan. It’s okay. I’m going to be very careful. I want this to feel good for you, too." Tony Stark had talked his way into the pants of many women, and he knew that Jan was needing a little reassurance right now. "You’re so beautiful, baby. I’m going to melt in your sweet ass like butter, and by the time I’m finished, you’ll be begging for more. Don’t worry, I would never do anything to hurt you. Come on..."

"Mmmmm." She moaned as he rubbed his cock against her asshole. More pre-cum had leaked out, and it was lubing the rim pretty well. He pressed a little harder, and he felt her sphincter give just a little bit. Immediately, Jan’s body stiffened. Iron Man stopped, allowing her to relax again, and then slid the head of his cock completely inside

"Jan?" Iron Man placed a hand on her shoulder. "Is it okay?"

"Do it..." she groaned.

With a gentle thrust, he slid the head of his cock inside. Her anus clenched, then relaxed. After a moment, he continued pushing until he was completely embedded in her poop-chute. Frantically, Jan gripped Thor’s cock and put it back in her mouth. Thor grunted with pleasure as she sucked him, and Hank slowly began churning his own cock in and out of her wet pussy.

Iron Man began slowly, allowing her to savor every sensation. Jan began to make little noises around Thor’s cock as Iron Man built up to a steady rhythm. It felt so good inside her ass - so hot, so tight...

As the three men pounded into every orifice, Jan began to feel her body responding. Hank’s cock was awakening her pussy, and she could feel what promised to be an incredible orgasm building inside. Thor’s cock was as delicious as she had imagined, and it was oozing thick pre-cum at an increasing rate. She gulped every drop of it down, looking up at him as she did. The look on his face confirmed that she was definitely bringing him closer to his own climax. Meanwhile, she began to enjoy the steady assault Iron Man was giving her rectum. The sensation of his cock filling her, then a feeling of emptiness in her bowels as it slid back out, only to return even harder and deeper.

Hank pumped his cock in and out of Jan’s sweet pussy, working with Iron Man to perfectly time their thrusts. As Hank slid deeped inside her cunt, Tony would slide out of her asshole. Then they would reverse, Tony pounding his cock into her poop-chute as Hank slid out. After a few moments, they got the timing down, and Jan was in complete ecstacy. Hank’s cock was doing the most delicious things to her pussy, scraping across her throbbing clit and plunging into the moist depths of her love tunnel.

They kept this rhythm for as long as possible, but eventually their thrusts grew more frantic, and soon they were pounding simultaneously into her tender holes. Jan was completely out of her mind, slamming her ass against them, driving their cocks deeper and deeper inside her.

"Yeah... yeah... yeah... come on, you fuckers!" She screamed at them. "Fuck my pussy! Fuck my ass! Do it! Do it HARD!"

"Whatever you say, baby!" Iron Man grunted. "How do you like this?" He pounded her asshole like a jackhammer, sending shocks throughout her body. She cried out with each thrust, urging him to fuck her harder and harder.

"Don’t stop, you fucking bastard! Fuck my ass until you come!"

All of them were getting closer, grunting and groaning as the pleasure built to a critical point. Jan quivered as her ecstasy raced beyond her control, and she let herself be carried away by it. Crying out, she came again and again, her pussy and asshole spasming, clenching at the thrusting cocks of Hank and Iron Man. This was too much for them, as well, and they exploded within her, shooting thick cum deep inside her cunt and her bowels.

Jan was delighted to have their hot cum exploding inside of her. It was exhilarating to know she could satisfy three men at the same time... especially when they were world-famous superheroes! But she still had unfinished business. She looked up at Thor, and saw that he was rapidly approaching orgasm himself. Gripping his cock with one hand and gently squeezing his balls with the other, Jan put all her energy into finishing him.

Thor groaned in ecstacy as she sucked him. He gripped the back of her head and thrust his cock even farther down her throat. Jan nearly gagged, but she was pleased to know that she could deep-throat his massive ten-inch slab. With one hand caressing his sac, and the other jerking on his shaft, she ran her tongue across the head of his cock. This sent jolts of pure pleasure through Thor’s body, and Jan could feel his meat quivering in her mouth. Finally, Thor threw his head back and with a shout of victory, shot his own load in her mouth.

Like the Hulk, Thor’s superhuman balls could produce more cum than a normal human could ever hope to. Huge gobs of it filled Jan’s mouth, and she greedily sucked as much of it down as possible. Thick streams of it gushed from the corners of her mouth, and slid down her chin. This time, Hank couldn’t avoid the mess. He screamed as Thor’s cum splattered across his face.

"DAMMIT!" He cried. "Get this shit off me!"

"Oh, Hank," Jan giggled. She finished sucking the last few drops from Thor’s shaft, then bent down to lick the rest of it off her lover’s face. Jan gulped it down, mouthfuls of hot, creamy cum. Within seconds, her tongue had cleared Hank’s face of the mess and had given her yet another mouthful to savor. 

"Mmmmm..." She licked the cum off her lips and began to scoop up the strands that dangled from her face. She ate it by the handful, savoring the thick, salty taste of it.

"Jesus Christ, Thor!" Hank said. "Remind me to never get in the way when you blow your load!"

"That’s okay, Hank, I’ll be there to clean up any messes." Jan smiled at the God of Thunder. "My pleasure, sweetie!"

"The God of Thunder is happy to provide for the pleasure of his allies, at least when they are as fair as thou art." He grinned at the beautiful young woman who had just devoured his cum, a gleam in his eye. He was happy to see that gleam mirrored in her eyes as well.

Iron Man groaned softly as he continued pumping his cock in Jan’s shit-hole. Despite the fact that he had just shot an enormous load in her ass, his cock wasn’t anywhere near going soft. Every stroke was like being gripped in velvet, and it sent waves of pleasure through his body. Jan seemed to agree, pushing her heart-shaped ass against his cock almost frantically. She cried out as he pushed his cock deep inside her.

"That’s so good, Shell-Head," she moaned. "So good..."

Tony ran his fingers through Jan’s hair. What an incredible fucking woman! Even though he could feel his cock slowly losing its hardness, he wanted to keep it inside her ass for as long as possible. He slid it in as deep as it would go and kept it there, as Jan clenched her sphincter around it.

Hank continued sliding his shaft into her sweet pussy, in no hurry to lose his erection either. She smiled. She’d be damned if Hank’s cock wasn’t doing something...

It was actually getting her hot again! She felt... oh god...

"Oh, god!"

Jan’s entire body shivered as one last series of orgasms went off like firecrackers within her. She gazed into Hank’s blue eyes, and was carried away again. As much as she dreamed of worshipping Thor, or having sleazy anal sex with Iron Man, she knew that Hank was the one she wanted to share her most private fantasies with. He was the one who could make her cum again and again, the way no other man ever could.

"Oh, baby!" She leaned forward and kissed him. He sighed as her tongue slid across his lips. Her pussy clenched around the base of his cock, the last remnants of her orgasm. She shuddered one last time, then collapsed on top of him.

Thor and Iron Man looked at each other, proud to have been a part of this celebration. The Hulk still lay beside them, snoring loudly. Iron Man smiled.

"You know, he looks like a big kid when he’s sleeping."

"Aye," Thor murmered. "That he does. Let us begone from him for now. Mayhap his mood may be improved after enjoying the attentions of so fair a lady."

"You sure know how to talk to a girl, Thor." Jan smiled up at them. "Come on, boys, let’s leave the big guy alone for a while."

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Eventually, the four of them collapsed into the comfortable couches and chairs around the room. Hank and Iron Man were recovering nicely, and Thor seemed no worse for wear. Jan admired their semi-hard cocks; she was momentarily satisfied, but there was still so much she wanted to do. She had a feeling that she wouldn’t have any problem getting them ready for more.

Jan and Hank cuddled on a love seat, while Thor and Iron Man each occupied an end of the large couch. They both admired her body, with its tender curves and moist depths. With fantasies of what was in store filling their heads, their cocks began to stiffen in anticipation. Jan noticed, and she smiled as they grew to their full lengths. Even Hank grinned as his own shaft swelled in the gentle grip of her hand.

"Don’t worry, boys. There’s plenty more where that came from."

The four Avengers shared a laugh. They had a feeling this little gang was going to go far, and they might even get around to saving the world a few times as well.

THE END... FOR NOW

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Well, that’s it... my first attempt at erotic comic book fiction. I’ve added a few lines here and there as I’ve read and re-read it, trying to improve it. Hope you liked it! 

Let me know what you think! Thanks! 



Avengers: Black Widow and the Hulk



After Bruce transformed, Black Widow tried her best to get away. She ran as fast and as far as she could, but there was no hope in outrunning the Hulk. The Hulk hit her against the wall. She hoped an Avenger would show up to save her, but nobody did. It was time to improvise. "Hey, big guy! Slow down there!" She said as she slowly stood up. Hulk studied her body. Hulk liked what he'd saw. "You don't want to hurt me, do you? Me and you are teammates Hulk." Hulk looked at her with a confused expression. 

"Me and lady teammates?" He asked, as she nodded her head and smiled. 

"Yes Hulk, me and you are teammates." She told him, Hulk liked this. Hulk had a noticeably increasing bulge in his pants. Black Widow then noticed and it was kind-of arousing. "Woah, big guy, settle down there." She said.

"Hulk like pretty lady... Hulk want to make pretty lady his." He says, as Black Widow tried backing away, but she realized there was no escape from this. Maybe she could stall long enough for another Avenger to find her.

"Woah, Hulk, calm down there pal. We don't have time for that." She said, as Hulk shook his head as if to say no.

"Plenty of time, pretty lady." Hulk said, as he whipped out his cock. Black Widow stared at it. It was pretty big. I mean, he was a monster, so it was obvious he'd have a monster cock. It didn't look big enough to kill her or anything though, so I mean she could... damn, she couldn't believe she was thinking this. His throbbing member was just really making her wet. "Hulk want pretty lady already." Hulk said as he grabbed her top and ripped it off, leaving only her bra. He then shoved his cock in front of her mouth. There's no going back from this, so might as well have fun with it she thought.

"Okay, Hulk... but this time only." She said, as she put his throbbing member in her mouth. It tasted great, and it felt huge. It kind-of hurt, but the pleasure started taking over so she soon forgot about that.

"Hulk like this..." Hulk said, as he moaned. Black Widow was moaning as well as she tried to push the huge cock as far down her throat as possible. She started rubbing it as well. "Hulk feel weird..." He said, as he was about to blow his load. Black Widow pulled out as she started rubbing his cock harder. He blew his load all over her. Damn, this was a fucking lot. It was almost as if she had taken a shower or gotten blown on at the same time by 5 different dudes. She was drenched, but damn it made her horny. She swallowed the amount that landed in her mouth, and damn it was hot and tasted delicious. She had never tasted that delicious of spunk before in her life, and trust me, she's swallowed a lot.

"Is Hulk ready for round two?" She asked, as Hulk nodded excitedly. She slid off the bottom of her uniform, and revealed her great hips and build. Hulk's member got throbbing and hard once again after he saw this. "Oh yeah Hulk, put it in there." She said, as she laid on her back and pointed to her vagina. Hulk hurriedly put his penis in there. She could feel it tear a bit. It hurt a lot for a moment, but after Hulk started thrusting she soon forgot all about her pain, just like last time. I guess lust truly does overpower pain. Hulk started moaning loudly, and so did Black Widow. "Oh God Hulk, fuck my brains out! I'm all yours!" She said to him, as Hulk got faster and faster. 

"Hulk love this!" He said, as he got even more faster. This speed was ridiculous she thought. She's so glad an Avenger never showed up. She started biting her lip from the sheer amount of pleasure she was feeling. She could feel herself about to climax. 

"Oooh Hulk, keep going, I'm about to cum!" She said to him, as Hulk got even faster. She felt herself climax all over the Hulks cock multiple times. This just encouraged him to go even faster. She could feel him tensing up. "Ooooh Hulk, cum inside of me!" She said, Hulk didn't know exactly what cum meant right then, but he soon found out, as he released his load deep inside of her.

"Hulk like this feeling!" He said, as his load kept pumping in. It felt so hot and so... right to her. It felt like it was never going to end. He had more cum in him than like seven men. Hulk eventually pulled out and sat next to her. She grabbed onto his arm and started holding onto it.

"Oh babe, lets do that more. A lot more." She said, while biting her lip with lust. Hulk smiled. Hulk made pretty lady his.



Avengers: Can Auntie Nat Stay Over?



Clint figured out that Laura wanted another baby the same way he did most things. He went to the can and there in the reading material basket were a bunch of pregnancy magazines. Not even the ones they'd had for the last kid. She'd gone out and bought new ones. Same way she'd filled the basket with wedding magazines when he'd taken too long to propose to her, and overflowed it when the engagement had taken too long. Some day he was gonna come home, take a crap, find a bunch of astronomy magazines there, and have to set up a moonbase. 

"So, 'nother kid?" he asked, going into the bedroom. Laura laid atop the covers. Not just new magazines; new lingerie. She wasn't taking any chances. 

"We're too much alike. I get bored if everything isn't spiraling out of control." 

He sat down on the bed beside her, pulling off his shoes. "Nonsense. I love peace and stability. And long-term commitment." 

"Hey, I love our arrangement, but it's not exactly white picket fences." 

"So they're yellow picket fences? So what?" 

"Not what I meant," Laura said, dragging his shirt off. His chest was bandaged, butterfly stitches, and she gave it a cursory examination before kissing it. "Besides, just two kids is weird. I feel like one's going to grow up good and the other's going to be evil. Isn't that how these things work?" 

"Yeah, let's make one the middle one instead. Who doesn't love that?" 

Laura punched his arm. "I was a middle child." 

"I was one of two children! I turned out fine!" 

"We need a third," Laura said seriously. "Three kids is enough to all tackle you at once and bring you to the ground. It'll be super cute." 

"That would be super cute," Clint admitted. He looked over Laura. Felt himself going over to her, wanting her—falling in love with her all over again. 

She wasn't wearing much. A kind of one-piece bathing suit, only cut in a broad swath down the front so there was a vee going almost to her groin. He reached out to her, toyed his callused fingers at the division between the fabric and her skin, tugged on it. It moved easily away from her flesh; he pulled it over the slope of her breast, seeing her nipple, finding it hard. He ducked down to it, kissed it, and Laura hummed as his lips sank into her large breast—sucking on it. 

Clint made a "rnn" sound in the back of his throat as Laura wrestled his pants off, pulled him on top of her, his mouth inseparable from her breast except to glance up her body, kissed her as his erection pressed into the soft skin of Laura's hip. 

Her lingerie wasn't a swimsuit—not thick enough. It was this thin, meshy gauze, with embroidery up and down it to give her a kind of modesty. An R rating instead of an NC-17. Still, it wasn't as tight as it looked. It was just as easy to pull the crotch of it away from her groin as it'd been to expose her breast. He moved his fingers down. Groped her. Tightened his grip. 

"Christ—" Laura moaned when he wasn't kissing her. "What are you going to be like when my tits get big again?" 

"Your tits are already big." 

"Not enough for that orange sweater you like. I'm gonna wear it—" 

Clint took a break from leaving hickeys on her face to note, "I'm so glad I married you." 

"You're gonna wear the man-skirt..." 

"The Cirque du Soleil look?" Clint groaned. 

"It's why I married you. And you'll be well-compensated." Clint tried to kiss her again, but Laura pulled herself away, looking at the door. "Hey! Is that Moose und Squirrel I see?" 

The door opened. Natasha marched inside. She was wearing a trenchcoat. She opened it up. She wasn't wearing anything else. "Every fucking time with the Rocky & Bullwinkle..." 

"Oh, Clint," Laura said, flicking his ear. "Natasha thought she'd stay over a little while. I hope that's alright." 

"It's... fine..." Clint said, holding onto Laura. It wasn't their first threesome, but over the past few years, between the growing kids and the Avengers (who were, well, also pretty much kids), there'd been less and less of that. Laura was fine with him fucking other people, as long as they were Nat, but they hadn't even done that in a while. Clint suspected Natasha was seeing someone, which was fine with him, but now— 

Laura kissed him quick. "No thinking with this head," she said, gently butting her forehead against his. "Our family's going to get a little bigger and I want Natasha to be a part of that. Just like she's always been." 

"It's just usually she's the one who—starts the ball rolling." 

"Says you," Laura grinned. "C'mon. I love that crazy bitch as much as you do. Maybe I can't be there when you two are saving the world, but if we're making a baby, she can be here. Should be here." 

"Just not for the getting fat and pushing a human being through the vagina bits," Natasha said, securing the door behind her. Her coat hung open around her. No lingerie. She wasn't even wearing shoes. She always had favored the direct approach. "Just the kinky sex. And dibs on holding the baby." 

"Sure, after Laura and me—" 

"I'll deliver the baby myself, if I have to. You guys owe me. Clint, I have sex with you. And Laura, you're always sleeping with my partner." 

Natasha stripped off the coat, actually hanging it up neatly. Clint, as always, marveled at her perfect body. Marveled at how, despite all that, he still wouldn't take it any day of the week when he could have Laura's laugh lines, her stretch marks, her cellulite. 

Marveled at how unmarvelous it seemed that Natasha wanted Laura too. Wanted to share her with him. 

"You owe me!" Laura protested, while Clint tried to erase his lovelorn grin. Christ, these two—"He's your partner, but who you see having sex with him, all the time? You just do anniversaries." 

Natasha shrugged innocently. A jiggling gesture. "I let him eat me out pretty regularly." 

Laura was unamused. At least on the surf ace. "He's your partner," she reiterated. "Get over here and fuck him. I'm so tired of him giving me orgasms..." 

Natasha reached into the coat she'd hung up. Came out of the pocket with a diaphragm. She opened it up, put the cream on it, placed it inside herself, Laura pumping Clint as he watched. It took a moment. 

Natasha's brow furrowed, her usual furious concentration applied to the problem of fitting the somewhat unfamiliar apparatus properly inside herself. She squatted down, stuck out a leg, arched her back but not enough. Then she switched legs, balancing on her toes. Clint breathed hard. Laura breathed hard. Once more, this time from behind. Now the fit seemed to satisfy Natasha. She smiled at them before her expression hardened into distaste. 

"Look at that big fat prick," Natasha said disgustedly, staring at Laura's hand. "I can't believe you want me to fuck that." 

The bed was the one the house had been furnished with when Clint and Laura had moved in. Big enough for two of them, not three. With Laura still in it, Natasha just climbed above Clint's body, pressing him back onto the mattress, lying on top of him, the kiss she gave him wet and deep. Laura's breasts pressed into Clint's side. She kissed his neck. Then she kissed Natasha while Clint caught his breath, trying to remember if Natasha's body had felt this good against his the last time. He knew Laura's had... 

Natasha slid down Clint's body as Laura thankfully kissed him, Clint pulling the lingerie off her rounded shoulders as Natasha's firm breasts dragged down his stomach, over his thighs. His legs were still hanging off the bed from when he'd been sitting on it. Now she knelt between them, took his cock, and it no longer belonged to Laura, it was her mouth's. 

Laura threw a leg over Clint, kissing him just as Natasha had a second before. Clint could barely react—his wife was kissing him while his lover was blowing him—but he remembered that he wanted Laura's nice lingerie off of her before one of them simply ripped it off. Laura would hate herself if she ruined it on its maiden voyage. He pulled the garment down Laura's torso, to her waist, and found Natasha's hands waiting there, taking the bunched material from him and working it down Laura's legs as she shimmied for Natasha's manipulation. 

And Laura rose up, back atop Clint, resting her chest on his face so he was buried in her cleavage again. It took Clint a moment—he didn't want to go back to sucking the same nipple he had before—but he found the dry one, pulled it into his mouth, relaxed and enjoyed himself. One hand on Natasha's head as she sucked him. One hand in Laura's hair as he sucked her. Good way to make sure he wasn't dreaming. 

Slowly, he felt Natasha taper off his cock—leaving him hard, hot, but in no danger of coming. She slapped Laura's ass. "Get down here. I can't keep throating him when your sweet little pussy is staring at me." 

"You could always taste it," Laura moaned. She was quite enjoying Clint's mouth on her breast. She wouldn't mind if Natasha spanked her a little more either. "I promise Clint hasn't come in it yet." 

"Oh, thank God," Natasha said with her usual well-honed sarcasm. She gave Clint's erection a lick before it could flag. "I'd hate to taste that..." 

Clint pushed on Laura's shoulder. "Go. Listen to Natasha." 

"That is why we're such a good team," Natasha quipped. 

Laura reluctantly went down his body, kissing his bandage again to make sure he knew which side his bread was buttered on. Though, really, Clint thought, his bread was being buttered on both sides... maybe only one side got cinnamon on it? 

Natasha greeted Laura between Clint's legs with a quick kiss. She nodded to Clint's hard-on and Laura took over under Natasha's watchful eye... the redhead's left hand slipping under Laura's chin to play with his balls, her right hand petting Laura's hair, brushing it from her face when it was in danger of getting in the way of the blowjob. 

She looked at Clint. "She was going to steal it eventually. She just can't help herself." Then Natasha stood. Her cunt was waxed bare, unlike the trim Laura gave herself once in a blue moon. Clint loved the variety far more than he did either approach. "How about returning the favor, Barton?" 

"Mmmm," Clint said, licking his lips. 

Natasha didn't wait any longer. She kissed Laura's head, then rushed up Clint's prone body with a gymnast's grace, lowering herself to straddle his head like it was a throne. Clint stuck his tongue out as her sex came down on him, and it slipped right inside her. To Natasha's immense pleasure. 

Her hips began to move, dancing in partnership to his wagging tongue. Clint could see her voluptuous breasts swinging on her chest, feel the lovely sensation of Laura's mouth around his cock and the slippery warmth of Natasha's juices running down his face. It was paradise. 

He didn't know how long he spent in that nirvana. He thought he made Natasha come at least twice, reaching up to cup her breasts, reaching down to feel how Laura's cheek stretched around his cock. Finally, Laura released his cock, came up to mount him so he was lying under two straddling, beautiful women. 

"Hey!" Natasha cried. "I was going to do that!" 

"You go first? By the time I got a chance, he'd be all fucked out." 

"Bullshit, he's an Avenger. Hawkeye can fuck all day. Can't you, Clint?" 

Clint was still eating Natasha out, so he didn't answer his partner. 

"No one can fuck all day. Not even my Clint." 

"Okay. Just let me feel his cock inside me one more time..." 

They changed places, Laura reluctantly pulling herself from Clint's prick, Natasha taking her place, Laura climbing onto his face. Natasha riding his cock and Laura riding his tongue; Clint felt like an amusement park ride. 

"Have I ever thanked you for teaching him how to eat pussy?" Laura asked. 

"No thanks necessary. I owe you for getting him into pegging." 

"I didn't get him into that..." 

Clint grabbed Laura's ass as he ate her, Natasha's hip as he fucked her. She was getting a good ride from him; rocking back and forth instead of pumping up and down, the pleasure never intense enough to make him come. Still, Clint moaned with pleasure into his wife's pussy. 

"Oooooh!" Laura wailed. "It's so good, knowing you're fucking him." 

"And knowing you're being fucked," Natasha replied. "C'mon. Your turn. Let's have a baby." 

Natasha's heavy breasts swayed as she switched with Laura again, a glossy sweat sparkling on her skin, her red hair frizzled and untamed. Clint ignored the taste of his own manhood as he devoured her, that somewhat bitter tang giving way to the pure sweetness of Natasha's juices. 

And Laura took his prick, holding herself above him with his cockhead at the gate of her cunt, then lowering herself until he was deep inside her. Then she drove herself up and down on it, unable to keep from crying out as Natasha gripped Clint by the hair, forcing him to keep eating her despite the pleasure of his wife's gyrations. 

"You're gonna come inside her," Natasha told him, her voice cracking and breaking with the satisfaction his outstretched tongue gave her. "You're gonna fuck a baby into her. Вы собираетесь заполнить вашей жены тугие киски с эякуляцией, и вы собираетесь сделать беременная сука. Она хочет, чтобы у вашего ребенка так ужасно плохо, так что вы собираетесь залить ее с вашего семян. Вы собираетесь постучать! Ее! Вверх!" 

Laura couldn't understand her, but Clint could. He crashed upward into Laura, doing as Nat said. 

He came. Laura came. Clint's tongue stilled, his mind lost in the power of his climax, so Natasha rubbed her sex over his face until she came too, forced along by Clint's mouth, Laura's moans, her own knowledge that she was helping Clint impregnate his wife. 

The throes of orgasms locked them together, cries and moans spilling over each other—Clint's soft curses between Natasha's legs, Natasha's gentle Russian oaths into open air, Laura just moaning against Natasha's strong back as she fell forward, only held up by the redheaded spy in her way. 

They calmed. Natasha moving back from Clint's face, sitting on his chest instead so he could breathe, turning her head and kissing Laura over her shoulder. Clint reached up weakly, panting with exhaustion, to loop a stray lock of crimson hair around his finger, pull on it lovingly. Natasha kissed his rough palm next, and Laura bit it, enthused with Natasha's presence. 

It would be too much work to reorient themselves, to all fit onto the bed. For now, the two women just relaxed against each other, letting Clint's falling hands rub at their legs and hips in weary congratulation. 

Natasha kissed Laura again, falling back against her slanted body so they formed a little pyramid. Laura cackled as they kept kissing, leaning down until they were indecorously sprawled atop Clint, Natasha's feet next to his face, Laura's head on Natasha's thigh while her feet stuck out over the edge of the bed. Natasha laughed too, feeling Clint kiss her ankle with total exhaustion. 

"After all that," Natasha said, "you'd better name her after me."



Avengers Inserts: Fan Mail



Author's Note:
This reader insert takes place in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, post-Avengers. It is not compliant with the Phase 2 movies, especially not the part where Steve's perfect hair changes for Captain America 2.

There is a yet to be completed sequel for Fan Mail in the works right now. I have 9 chapters done and have started on a 10th. I'll be posting my progress so far very soon.



Chapter 1: The Email


You glanced at the lengthy letter you penned to Captain America. You weren't sure what really compelled you to look up the mailing address for fan mail, or to waste half a notebook's worth of paper to get to your final draft. Before you could change your mind, you folded it neatly, placed it in the already addressed envelope and sealed it.

You doubted your words would ever reach Captain America directly, which is part of why you included your email address. You said that since no one would probably actually read this, that you'd love to meet Captain America over coffee or take a walk in Central Park, out of uniform of course.

You actually wanted to do more than that. What woman wouldn't melt over that smile, that body, the whole saving the world on at least a biweekly basis thing?

You didn't want to make some poor guy need brain bleach whose job was to send out "autographed" picture responses to fan mail, though, so you kept it G-rated.

A few weeks passed, and you kept busy as usual. You'd nearly forgotten about the letter you mailed to Captain America, but an email with the subject "Thank you for your kind words" from sender Steve Rogers caught your eye. You opened it.


Thank you for your kind words, ma'am. I do read and reply to all of my fan mail. I would like to meet you for coffee and a walk in Central Park, if you're still interested. Let me know.

Regards,
Steve Rogers


You weren't sure at first if it was for real. Maybe someone intercepted the letter and was messing with you. The worst that could happen is getting stood up, though, and it's not like that hadn't happened before. You bit your lower lip absentmindedly at the best that could happen. That was about as likely as pigs sprouting wings and flying around downtown New York, though.

You thought you might break the backspace key on your keyboard while you tried to type up your reply.


Dear Steve,

I'd still love to meet you for coffee and a walk in Central Park. Your schedule is probably busier than mine so you can pick the time and date. My phone number is (555) 555-5555 if you want to give me call and set something up.

I look forward to hearing from you again.


You glanced at the time. It had been almost an hour, and you probably should have left 15 minutes ago. Before you made yourself late(r), you hit the Send button.



Chapter 2: The Call


You wouldn't admit it to yourself, but you were practically tethered to your phone and inbox, waiting for a response of some sort. Your phone followed you everywhere, even the shower where it perched precariously on the ledge. You were lucky it didn't get waterlogged.

Not that you were sure of what you'd do if he called while you were in the shower. Talking to Captain America, or rather Steve, while naked would be awkward and somehow unpatriotic -- like defiling an apple pie. You idly wondered if he actually tasted like apple pie, Bomb Pops, the Fourth of July and all things patriotic.

Your tether on your phone loosened some after 48 hours, and you didn't check your inbox every 5 minutes.

You noticed the disappointment on your face when you glanced in the mirror. You frowned. You'd let yourself get too wrapped up in this possible date.

It was Friday evening, though. You had a relaxing weekend of doing absolutely nothing planned. You tried not to remind yourself you had kept it free in case Steve called and wanted to see you then.

You were curled up on your couch with a bowl of snacks and a fruity drink, half paying attention to a movie you channel surfed to. You'd already missed half of it, and it wasn't really that interesting to begin with. Probably because most people were out on Friday night actually having a good time and not watching TV alone.

Your phone started vibrating, then ringing. You snatched it up off of the coffee table. The caller ID revealed an unfamiliar number. Your heart rate increased. Could it be him?

"Hello?" you answered, hopeful.

"Hello, it's Steve. Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner, but things have been busy around here."

"It's not a problem. I've been busy, too." You really hadn't been that busy, but it sounded better than the truth.

"Do you have plans tomorrow afternoon?" 

"No, I'm free then." You tried to hide your excitement and the grin plastered on your face, but weren't sure you'd been entirely successful.

"It's not coffee, but there's a place called the Shake Shack near Central Park. They have milkshakes and burgers."

"That sounds good." You probably would said anything sounded good, even a root canal. "What time did you have in mind?"

"How does 11:30 sound?"

"I'll be there." You tried not to hyperventilate over the thought that you had actual concrete plans to go on a date with Captain fucking America.

"Are you all right?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm fine. So I'll see you tomorrow then?" You needed to get off the phone before he thought you were crazy and changed his mind.

"Tomorrow."

You hung up after a quick goodbye and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself.

There were a dozen people you wanted to call and tell, but you decided against it. It was a delightful secret. And if it went badly, you wouldn't have to recount that tale to anyone and be reminded in the future of that time you blew the date with Captain America. Knowing your friends, the reminders would be entirely too frequent.

Now that you had a time and place, you needed to pick out something to wear. You walked to your closet and went through everything hanging in it. Nothing screamed 'you should wear me on a casual date with a national icon!'

You eventually settled on a cute sundress that wasn't too revealing. You'd worn it only once before, for another outdoor date. That one ended badly. You hoped it wasn't the Dress of Dating Doom. It would get another shot before you passed judgment on it.

You laid out the dress, some strappy sandals and a sexy silk and lace panties and bra set for the next day. Not that you really thought anyone else would be seeing the bra and panties. Best to be prepared, though.

You set your alarm and got ready for bed, ignoring the fantasies creeping into your mind. Having an orgasm or two to take the edge off of your already building arousal was appealing. You were going to have to seriously suppress your urge to just jump him. No matter how you imagined it, you couldn't picture him being very receptive to that.

You tossed and turned for a few hours while your mind wandered and your nerves got the best of you. You finally drifted off into a restless slumber in the wee hours of the morning. The sound of the alarm was both too close and too far away.



Chapter 3: Impatience

Your alarm went off. You grumbled for a moment, thinking it was another weekday and reached out to hit the snooze. Then, it dawned on you why your alarm was going off on a Saturday morning. This was definitely worth waking up before noon.

You had some fuzzy, disjointed memories of a dream about being a damsel in distress who was rescued by Captain America. He carried you to safety and kissed you while you were still in his strong arms. The scenario wasn't as appealing in the waking world as it had been in the dream.

For as little sleep as you had gotten, you were very awake, in a sweet adrenaline rush. In case there was an imminent crash, you put on a pot of coffee.

While the coffee was brewing, you hopped in the shower.

Your mind wandered to what it would be like to share that shower with Steve. While you imagined his touch, your fingers traveled down your body, pausing at your already hardened nipples and trailing down to between your legs. You brushed a fingertip lightly over your clit. A soft moan escaped your lips. You could feel a distinct slippery wetness that had absolutely nothing to do with the warm water spraying down on you.

For the second time in less than 12 hours, as much as you'd like to further indulge in your fantasies, you had a date to get ready for. You washed your hair, scrubbed your body and shaved your underarms and legs. After briefly pondering it, you decided to leave your neatly trimmed bush intact, if for no reason other than the itching when it grows back in.

After toweling off, you made quick work of blow drying and styling your hair. Nothing too fancy was necessary for lunch and a walk in the park. You brushed your teeth and put on makeup. Finally, you slipped into your clothes and sandals.

In front of the full length mirror, you turned in a complete circle. You decided that you looked good -- sexy, but in a completely classy way.

As an afterthought, you put on a bit of your favorite perfume. You didn't wear it often, but this was a special, possibly once in a lifetime occasion.

The scent of coffee had drifted into your bedroom. You followed it into the kitchen and poured yourself a mug, inhaling the pleasant aroma.

After you finished your coffee, you checked the time. 10:15. You paced around your apartment, making sure you hadn't forgotten anything. The passage of time was torture.

You decided to toss a few condoms into your purse. You'd be forever kicking yourself if you missed out on the unlikely opportunity to get into Captain America's pants because you didn't have protection.

After your dozenth complete circuit around the apartment, you decided that you might as well leave and get there early. Something unforeseen could happen to hold you up, and you didn't want to leave him there waiting.

For the sake of not being late because of trying to find a place to park in the insanity that is downtown New York, you decided to take a taxi. You grabbed your little black purse and headed out the door.

The weather was nice -- warm, mostly sunny, a slight breeze. Perfect for an outdoor date.

It wasn't too hard to find a taxi, and you were soon on your way. You stared at the sights of the city out of the window. That never got old.

The taxi stopped by a familiar intersection. You quickly paid your fare and stepped out in front of the burger place you'd never taken notice of before. Families and couples were sitting at tables, eating and chatting away. You found an empty table and sat down.

It was 10:50.

Time passed slowly while you played on your phone. No new texts. Nothing new on any of the websites you frequented. None of the games you had installed sounded appealing. The world, for once, had decided to be boring.

This was worse than waiting for school to get out on the last day before summer break. Much worse.


Chapter 4: Introductions


"Excuse me, ma'am. Are you waiting for someone?" a smooth voice asked from behind you, pulling you from your thoughts back into reality.

You took a deep breath, turned around and glanced up at the owner of the voice. It was definitely Steve. He was taller than you expected, wearing a blue plaid shirt and khakis and carrying a leather satchel. If it was possible, he was even more handsome in person than on the news and in pictures you'd seen online.

You quickly got to your feet, trying not to trip over yourself in the process. You half succeed. He chuckled as you smoothed your dress and acted like nothing happened.

"I am waiting for someone. Steve?" You didn't really need to ask, but you did anyway. In case there were some Captain America clones running around NYC. Stranger things had happened.

"Yes." He extended his hand to shake yours. It seemed odd to you to be shaking a date's hand, but hey, you could at least say you touched him without lying. The handshake was too short for your liking. You ignored the tingling from your palm down to your fingertips.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." You smiled and looked into his eyes. They were a pretty shade of blue, warm and engaging.

"Have you been here before?" he asked as you both walked toward the window to order.

"No, I haven't. Do you come here often?"

"I usually come here when I visit Central Park, which isn't as often as I'd like."

You both ordered a burger and a milkshake. You got out your wallet without thinking about it.

"No, I'll get it," he insisted.

"You don't have to." You decided it was best to not argue with him, and it was nice to meet an actual gentleman who wouldn't let a woman pay for her own meal when she offered to without having ulterior motives. Not that you'd mind him having ulterior motives, but you seriously doubted that was the case.

"Thank you," you said as you both headed over to the table you'd been sitting at.

"Are you from around here?" he asked, taking a sip of his vanilla milkshake.

"Not originally. I moved here a while back. I always wanted to live here growing up, and when I had the chance, I moved. One of the best things I've ever done."

"I grew up in Brooklyn, but it's changed a lot."

"I can imagine." You weren't sure what to say as you started to eat your burger -- you would have loved to hear stories about his youth, but it seemed like something that might upset him. You'd read about his history online. It was kind of weird knowing more than you should about someone you just met.

"How is it?" he asked between bites.

"Really good. I'll have to come back here." You fished for conversation topics in your mind while trying not to stare at him. It was still kind of hard to grasp that you were actually having lunch with him and that this wasn't some dream that you were going to wake up from in 5 minutes. A point of curiosity popped into your head. "Do you get a lot of fan mail?"

"Not as much as you'd probably expect. It's mostly from kids." He smiled. "I have gotten some letters from other women, though."

"Have you met any of them?" You hoped you weren't being too nosy.

He nodded. "It's nice to get out and meet new people out of uniform. I didn't really have the chance to go out on dates before." A forlorn look crossed his face for a moment before he continued. "Do you write a lot of fan mail?"

"That's the first fan mail I've written since I was a kid," you admitted. "I'm not even sure what compelled me to do it in the first place. I was expecting maybe an autographed picture or a mass produced letter back."

"I wouldn't do that. If someone takes the time to write me a letter, I should take the time to read it and reply to it."

"That's very thoughtful of you. Most people would probably let the fame go to their heads and forget about their fans, but I suppose you aren't most people."

You took the last bite of your burger and crumpled up the wrapper. He had already finished his.

"You have something on your mouth." He reached forward and wiped it away with his thumb. "There."

You felt a light blush crossing your cheeks. "Thanks."

Both of you wordlessly gathered up your trash and put it in the nearest trash can.

A cool breeze blew through. You wrapped your arms around yourself, glancing up at the sky. Gray clouds loomed.

"Looks like rain." He frowned.

"So much for a walk in the park." You sighed. "Would you like to see a movie or something then?" You hoped he didn't want to cut the date short.

"Is there anything you want to see?"

"Not in the theaters right now really." An idea crossed your mind that wasn't completely innocent. You wanted to get down on your knees and thank the weather gods. "There's a couple movies I have on my DVR, though, that I'd really like to see. I've also got Netflix if they don't sound good to you. If you wanted to come back to my place."

"Sounds like fun." He smiled, and you melted a little bit. "Do you want me to follow you back?"

"I actually took a taxi. I didn't even want to try parking around here on a Saturday afternoon."

He laughed. "I hope you don't mind motorcycles."


Chapter 5: Movies


You decided that motorcycles were created solely as a form of torture approximately 2 minutes into the ride back to your apartment.

The vibration of the engine through the thin material of the dress and your barely there panties was torture on its own, without even considering that you were holding on to one of the sexiest men you'd ever had the pleasure of meeting.

You could feel his well-defined muscles underneath his shirt. It took every last bit of will power you had not to start exploring them through the fabric when you leaned forward to tell him where to turn. Traffic was at least kind to you for once, and you arrived before you suffered a completely inappropriate orgasm.

He trailed behind you as you climbed the stairs, stopping at your apartment door. While you fumbled through your little black purse to find your keys, the condoms fell onto the floor.

"Shit," you mumbled, scooping them up as quickly as humanly possible and shoving them down into the recesses of your purse. You hoped he hadn't seen them and gotten the (kind of) wrong idea. He was obviously a gentleman after all. You found your keys and shakily shoved the right key into the lock and opened the door.

He was quiet as he looked around. "Nice place," he eventually commented.

"Thanks. So, the TV's over there." You ushered him in the general direction of the couch and entertainment center. "Would you like something to drink? I've got Coke, beer, some wine coolers or I could put on some coffee if you want that or-"

He laughed. "Coke is fine."

You grabbed two cans of Coke out of the fridge and followed him over to the couch. You put the cans down on coaster on the coffee table.

He was already seated on one side of the couch. You glanced down and sat about an arm's length away from him, still not quite over the mishap outside the apartment door. You really hoped he hadn't noticed and tried to assure yourself that maybe he didn't even know what a condom wrapper looked like. They had condoms during WWII, but maybe they were packaged differently. You convinced yourself that they were and took a calming breath.

You snatched up the remote and turned on the TV.

It was on Cinemax, which you'd been watching last night before you went to bed. Moaning filled the room, and then a sex scene about as explicit as softcore porn covered the screen. A blonde woman with obviously fake breasts was riding a guy who looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch model. You pressed the button to turn on Netflix rapidly. It didn't turn on fast enough for your liking.

You tried to hide your embarrassment and failed miserably.

At this point, you were glad you didn't tell anyone about your date. It would probably have become that time you made Captain America think you were a pervert.

"Look, um, I know the past 15 minutes might indicate otherwise, but I'm not, I mean I know you're a gentleman, and I wasn't trying to-"

He started laughing. "I might have been shocked a year ago, but after a year with Tony Stark, nothing shocks me anymore."

"Is he really as bad as his reputation?" You'd seen him on entirely too many tabloid covers for his supposed exploits.

"Probably worse." He grinned.

You were still blushing lightly, and he stroked a hand over your warm cheek.

"You know you can leave if you want. I won't be upset." You felt like you needed to give him an out in case he was staying to be polite. He seemed like he would stay to be polite. You probably would be upset if he took it, but only at yourself. You didn't make eye contact with him.

He was quiet for a moment before fishing into his pocket. He pulled out a condom.




Avengers Inserts: Fan Mail



"Is that a Magnum?" You looked at the rather distinct shiny gold wrapper.

"What?" he asked.

You took the condom. "This."

"Uh, well..." He blushed.

You laughed. "I just haven't met any guy before who genuinely needed one. Not that I think you have an inflated ego about your penis size or anything. You seem very...modest," you rambled. "I guess I'm kind of surprised. You seem so, well, wholesome, like you'd never even consider sex outside of marriage."

"Ideally, there's marriage and a white picket fence, but life isn't generally ideal. I'm not looking for commitment because I can't commit myself fully to anyone. Being Captain America comes first, and it's not right to expect someone to come second. I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't find any really good reason to deny myself intimacy as long as I'm safe about it. Are you looking for something serious?"

"Me? No. I don't want anything more serious than a regular basis friend with benefits. All the good parts without any of the drama." You'd seen enough nasty breakups and divorces to grow disenchanted with the idea. "Not that there's anything wrong with relationships. Some people make it work." You shrugged.

He paused thoughtfully. "Did you really have a movie you wanted to watch?"

"Nothing that I want to watch desperately," you admitted. "If there's something you'd like to watch, though..." You handed him the remote.

He immediately discarded it on the arm of the couch next to him, ignoring the TV entirely. He turned to look at you. Unless you were mistaken, there were obvious undertones of lust in his gaze.

When he scooted toward you, closing the gap between the two of you, your heart caught in your throat.


Chapter 6: Partial Nudity


Your thigh was touching Steve's. He was obviously interested, but you weren't sure whether he wanted you to jump him on the couch or to make sweet love in the bedroom with the lights off. You'd always assumed his style would be the latter, but you also assumed he wouldn't be into no strings sex.

You looked into his eyes expectantly, waiting for him to make the first move.

He reached up to the back of your neck and pulled you in for a gentle kiss. You closed your eyes and and moved a hand to his shoulder, dropping it down to rest on his bicep.

You parted your lips, and the kiss deepened, your tongue playing across his soft lips. He let your tongue enter his mouth. You traced his top teeth with the tip of your tongue before sliding your tongue against his. The taste of vanilla lingered from his milkshake. It seemed somehow appropriate for Captain America to taste like vanilla.

His tongue moved to explore your mouth languidly. You were quickly immersed in the smell, feel and taste of him. He was a really good and thorough kisser. You hoped it was a preview of exceptional skills to come.

He shifted his hand on the back of your neck and tangled his fingers in your hair. You pulled back from the kiss to suck and nibble on his lower lip. The unexplored skin of his jawline tempted you, and you placed a series of open-mouthed kisses up to his earlobe, nipping it.

Moving up slightly, you whispered into his ear, "you have absolutely no idea what you're doing to me right now, and you've barely touched me."

He seemed to decide it was time to remedy that, and you weren't about to argue. He lifted you effortlessly onto his lap. Super strength apparently had a variety of uses. You were straddling him, knees pressed into the back of the couch.

His hands ran over your back, down your spine, curved around to your sides and over your stomach before finally resting on your ass. Your entire torso tingled from his touch. God, you wanted him to rip your panties off and give your already throbbing clit the attention it demanded.

You ground your hips against the bulge in his pants tentatively. He groaned and squeezed your ass, pulling you tighter against him. The wet lace of your panties only rubbed slightly against your clit. You needed more. Torturously slow foreplay be damned.

"Please touch me?" you asked, but it came out more like begging. You weren't above begging if it led to release.

He moved to knead your breasts, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples through the fabric.

As nice as what he was doing felt, there was always time for it later. You hiked your dress up around your waist and moved one of his hands between your legs, tilting your hips back to grant him access. He brushed a finger from your belly button down to your lower lips.

"Wow, you're really...wet." He seemed impressed, and you took it as a compliment. You wondered if his past partners really weren't that into him, as outlandish as that seemed.

"It's entirely your fault." Your grin turned into a gasp when he pushed aside the fabric of the panties and a fingertip made contact with your clit. "Just rip the panties off. They're in the way."

He curved a finger around the thin line of fabric and tugged. You smirked at the sound of ripping fabric. His hands cupped your ass again before grabbing the fabric that still covered you there. He slowly ripped the rest of your panties in half and tossed them behind you on the coffee table.

"Now I have a souvenir!" you joked, but you really did intend to keep the panties hidden away somewhere no one else would find them.

He chuckled and helped you take off your dress. The air conditioning had kicked on, and the draft from the ceiling vent was slightly cool on your bare skin. He was warm against you, though, and you liked the contrasting sensations.

His fingers returned to your lower lips without your urging. He made slow circles around your clit with one finger, never making direct contact. He apparently liked to tease.

"Please," you begged, frustrated. He stopped to readjust his hand and slip one finger, then two, inside you. His thumb returned to your clit. He began shallowly thrusting his fingers in and out of you, curving slightly upward to catch your g-spot on the in stroke. You moaned and wondered where he'd learned to do that.

You moved your hips to meet his thrusts and were soon riding his fingers in earnest. His thumb teased you mercilessly, bringing you close to the edge before backing off again.

He slid his free hand up your back and unclasped your bra, sliding it over your arms and onto the floor. His free hand focused on your newly exposed breasts. When he played with one of your nipples, gently pinching it and rolling it between his fingers, you were pushed to the point of no return.

Your orgasm was like an explosion, sending pleasurable shock waves from between your legs outward and upward. It soon became so intense, almost too intense, but you didn't care. You moaned loudly and disjointed words of praise fell from your lips as you rode the orgasm out as far as it would take you.

He stopped rubbing your clit when your orgasm ebbed, but his fingers remained inside you. You slumped forward and laid your head on his shoulder, which you noticed was still clothed.

"You should be less dressed and more naked," you mumbled into his neck.

"No arguments here." He withdrew his fingers from you, leaving you feeling very empty. He paused for a second before bringing those fingers up to his lips.

You watched him slowly suck and lick each finger clean, carefully gauging your reaction. It surprised and aroused you at the same time. Captain America's bedroom tastes were nothing like his milkshake ones. 

Your mind wandered to how it would feel if his tongue was tasting you at the source. If he was even half as skilled with his mouth as he was with his hand, he'd having you climbing the walls.

"Almost kinky is a good look on you," you commented after he finished cleaning off his fingers.

"Almost?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I guess I'll have to try harder to get all the way there."

You were intrigued by what "trying harder" would entail. However, there were more pressing matters at hand. Namely, getting him out of those clothes.


Chapter 7: Interruptions

You were trying to be sexy while you were undressing Steve, but the buttons on his shirt were a source of frustration. There were too many, they were too small, it was too slow and damn it, you wanted to be able to fully admire his naked body now.

You fought the urge to just tug them off and add them to the pile of fabric that was formerly your panties. They could always be sewn back on later.

"Need a little help?" He was obviously holding back laughter.

"Yeah, I apparently never mastered this lesson in preschool." You laughed as he made quick work of the remaining buttons. He draped his button-up shirt over the back of the couch.

"You know you wear too many shirts?" you asked, tugging the tucked in undershirt from his pants and over his head.

You took a moment to admire the very distinct muscles of his torso. He was in better shape than any man you'd ever had the pleasure (or displeasure) of getting up close and personal with. As with all new things, you were eager to explore.

You placed an open palm on one of his pecs, spreading your fingers out to feel the firm muscles beneath them. His breathing grew ragged when you dragged your hand down to his abs, stopping eventually at the boundary of his belt buckle.

You began mapping out his body with your fingertips, the smooth skin of the hills, valleys and plains between. He was near perfection. You wondered how he wasn't cocky and full of himself like the other guys you'd known who definitely got the most of their gym memberships.

His eyes fluttered shut, obviously enjoying your touch. You nudged his legs apart and moved between them to start kissing where your fingertips had been. You alternated closed mouth kisses with open mouth kisses and sometimes nibbles as you made your way over the accessible exposed skin.

You trailed to his chest, pausing to tease a nipple with your tongue and teeth. He moaned, which was more than enough encouragement for you to give the same treatment to his other nipple. You loved all the little noises he made.

You placed your hand on his belt buckle again and undid it, pulling it loose. At least you'd mastered this lesson in preschool. You bit your lower lip as you pulled open the button and unzipped his khakis. It was like being a little kid on Christmas opening a present, wondering how exciting its contents would be.

He was wearing a pair of pale blue plaid boxers, similar in pattern to his shirt. You tugged them down as he lifted his hips. You pulled his shoes off and tossed aside everything he had been wearing from the waist down other than his socks.

You returned to the spot on the floor between his legs where you were greeted by something truly impressive in both length and girth.  He definitely needed the Magnums. Your jaw dropped a bit, and you wondered how you were going to work with something that massive.

"Are you all right?" he asked, cocking his head.

"Yeah. You know if the superhero thing doesn't work out long-term that you could have a great career in the porn industry?"

He blushed. "Uh, thank you?"

"I'm not a porn star, though, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle you." You frowned.

"We'll take it slow, and I won't do anything that hurts you," he promised, rubbing your shoulder reassuringly.

Curiosity about whether the serum enhanced everything got the better of you. You couldn't see that being a point of the serum, but you supposed it could be a side effect. "Were you always this big?"

"Yeah. I didn't realize I was any bigger than the average guy until I saw some...amateur videos on the internet before when I was searching something Tony said that I didn't understand. I just assumed I was normal."

You wrapped your hand around his shaft, and your fingers didn't meet. "Definitely not normal, not that I'm complaining."

He groaned softly. You moved your fingers closer to the base and leaned forward to flick your tongue slowly across the tip.

Another groan was all the urging you needed to envelop the head of his cock in your mouth, circling it with your tongue. He was definitely a mouthful, and you dipped your head down to take as much as you could without gagging.

You moved your hand wrapped in tandem with your mouth -- sucking, licking, swirling your tongue around the head while your hand worked his shaft.

You decided to make use of your free hand, and you gently rubbed and massaged his balls, thoroughly enjoying the loudest moan to pass through his lips yet.

"Stop, stop, I'm going to-" 

You didn't stop, though, and never had any intention of doing so. He dug his fingers into your shoulder, painfully, when his orgasm hit, accompanied by a flood of unintelligible babbling. You found yourself slightly disappointed that Captain America didn't taste like apple pie and the Fourth of July. It seemed somehow inappropriate.

You swallowed and tried to avoid anything dribbling onto your face with moderate success. He was leaning his head against the back of the couch when you glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, a sheen of sweat covering his face and torso.

You stood up and sat down next to him on the couch, admiring his nude body again, while you waited for him to recover. You looked at your shoulder where his fingers had been, and it was already turning reddish purple. You hoped he wouldn't notice. A few bruises would serve as a reminder of the sexy fun you had.

An unfamiliar ringtone started playing from the floor near you. You grabbed his phone out of his pants pocket and handed it to him.

"Hello," he answered. He listened for about 45 seconds. "Yeah, I'll be right there."

He hung up and turned to you, looking disappointed. "I have to go, but I'll call you when I'm free again, if you want me to."

"Yeah, I'd like that." You smiled.

He started to get dressed. "I'm sorry about this."

"I don't mind. As you said, being Captain America comes first." And you didn't mind -- saving the world was definitely more important than getting laid.

He finished getting dressed and grabbed his satchel.

You walked him to the door. He wrapped his hands around your waist and leaned in for a long kiss. Your knees were left wobbly, and you leaned against the door frame for support.

He started to walk down the hall and turned around. "You can text me if you want."

"Okay, I will. Bye."

You watched him walk away before you realized you were naked with your apartment door standing wide open. You quickly closed it and went back to sit down on the couch, trying to process everything that had just happened. Your life had just taken an interesting turn.


Chapter 8: When Pigs Fly...


You took a leisurely, relaxing hot shower to clean up from the afternoon's enjoyable activities. The date definitely hadn't turned out how you'd realistically pictured it ending, but you weren't complaining. Well, maybe you were complaining a bit about being interrupted, but there was always next time if he really wanted there to be one. You still couldn't quite wrap your head around the fact that he was okay with casual sex.

Your mind kept wandering back to what kind of catastrophe had pulled Steve away from your date. The mental images that coursed through your mind were all gruesome and terrifying. You curled up on the couch and flipped the TV to a local news station. Maybe you'd find something out there.

After an endless set of annoying commercials, you learned that there had been a swarm of robotic flying pigs terrorizing the city shooting laser beams. You saw the Avengers, including Captain America, in news clips battling the pigs as they tore through downtown wreaking havoc.

Even though destruction isn't amusing, you couldn't help but laugh at how your prior thought of the likelihood that you would end up naked with Captain America had manifested into reality. Pigs, in fact, did fly through downtown, even if they were technically the robotic and laser beam shooting variety. You'd think twice about saying that phrase again.

You yawned and sprawled out across the length of the couch, tuning out the rest of the news. It was getting late, but you decided to text Steve anyway to put your mind at ease.

Hey, I saw you and the other Avengers on the news fighting pigs. I hope you're all okay.

You figured he'd be in bed, and you were surprised to receive a reply a few minutes later.

Everyone is fine. We've been through worse battles. Sorry again for having to leave so suddenly.

I'm glad everyone is okay, and it's fine. No need to apologize. I had a really good time on our date earlier, even though it didn't quite go according to plan.

I did, too. We could still go to the park when it's not raining, although I had something else in mind.

What did you have in mind?

I'd like for you to come over to my apartment. There's something I want to show you.

You were insanely curious as to what it could be, but he probably would have divulged that if he intended for you to know beforehand. Surprises were fun, too.

I can do that. Where is it?

I'll pick you up. I have a debriefing in the morning, but how does tomorrow afternoon sound?

Sounds good. I'm going to bed soon so I'll see you tomorrow. Let me know if you need directions again or if anything changes.

Will do. Pleasant dreams.

You put your phone on your nightstand and got ready for bed. After a few errant and possibly inappropriate thoughts entertaining what tomorrow would hold, a deep and restful sleep came quickly.


Chapter 9: The Mambo


Your ringtone jarred you from a deep sleep, completely and totally groggy. It took you a minute to get your bearings enough to answer your phone.

"Hello?" you mumbled.

"Did I wake you?"

"Steve?" You rubbed your eyes and looked at your alarm clock. It was already almost noon.

"I was just calling you to tell you I'm downstairs. I texted you earlier."

"God, I'm so sorry. I'll be ready in...well, give me about 15 minutes. You can come up if you want."

"I'll wait downstairs."

"Okay. I'll see you in a few minutes."

You cursed to yourself as you stumbled out of bed. You rushed to throw some clean clothes on and do the bare essentials like make your hair look halfway presentable and brush your teeth. At least you'd showered yesterday after he left.

17 minutes later, you rushed downstairs hoping you hadn't forgotten anything. You found Steve holding a paper cup with the logo of the coffee shop down the street on it.

He seemed pleased to see you, which put a smile on your face. You were worried he'd be annoyed you overslept. He handed you the cup. "It sounded on the phone like you could use this."

"Thank you. I'm so sorry. I didn't think to set my alarm." You sipped the still too hot coffee, slightly burning your tongue.

"Don't worry about it." He smiled and ran a hand down your shoulder.

You winced as he hit the bruised spot from the day before.

A concerned look crossed his face, and he lifted up your short sleeve to peek underneath. You tried to tug your arm away, but he snatched your wrist with his other hand and held on to it firmly but gently.

When you pulled against his hold on your wrist, you realized you couldn't move your hand an inch. You wouldn't admit it, at least not yet, but it was more than slightly arousing that he could overpower you like that. It had a lot of potentially fun applications if he was okay with them. You weren't sure how serious he'd been about trying harder to be kinky.

You watched him look at the bruises and gingerly place his fingers on top of them, matching them in size and shape.

"I'm fine. I've done worse to myself getting into my car," you assured him.




Avengers Inserts: Fan Mail



He frowned and sighed. He started to open his mouth to say something, but stopped.

"Really. I wouldn't take anything from yesterday back if I could. Not a single second of it."

"I'll be more careful," he promised, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"So you're definitely still interested in..." You glanced around to see if anyone was eavesdropping.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked, obviously confused. "Did you change your mind?"

"Just making sure we're on the same page so I don't do anything to make you uncomfortable." You took his hand in yours and squeezed it. He entwined his fingers with yours for a moment before your hands separated.

You finished your coffee quickly and tossed the cup in the trash can outside the door. Coffee was definitely exactly what you needed. "Is your place far from here?"

"Not very, about 15 minutes."

You walked with him out to his motorcycle and got on the seat behind him. It was another cloudy day, a bit on the cool side. You pulled yourself closer into his warmth since you hadn't thought to take a jacket with you.

The ride wasn't terribly long, and you'd at least thought to wear jeans to lessen the degree of torture inflicted on you by the vibrations of the motorcycle's engine. You wondered if motorcycles were torture for men, too, filing it away as a question to ask later.

He pulled into a space in front of a red brick apartment building in an area you weren't very familiar with. Thunder cracked, and you walked quickly into the building to avoid the rain, following him upstairs and down a long hallway before he stopped.

He unlocked the door and opened it, ushering you in. You walked in and felt immediately like you were in another era. The furniture, the sparse decor, everything you could see was straight out of the 1940s, whether it be replicas or actual antiques.

"Nice apartment," you said, walking over to an antique radio and looking at it.

"Tony...fixed it for me. He put a music player in it with some songs and old broadcasts on it." He turned it on, and Bing Crosby started playing.

"Oh, 'Moonlight Becomes You.' I remember this one," you said.

"You've listened to this before?" he asked, surprised.

"Yeah. Someone I knew had stacks of old records, and I listened to them." You paused thoughtfully for a moment. "Hey, would you like to dance?"

"I never learned how," he admitted.

"I meant dancing that doesn't require lessons," you clarified. "Here, I'll show you." You placed his hands on your waist and wrapped your hands around his shoulders. "And you kind of just move around slowly? It's not really dancing."

He pulled you close to him, his hands resting on the small of your back. You laid your head on his shoulder, inhaling his lightly masculine scent, and slowly swayed to the music. One track faded into another. Time passed in a pleasant, slow manner while you were in his arms.

You moved up to your toes to kiss his neck. Your kisses were chaste at first, but soon you started licking and nibbling the skin you could reach with your mouth.

He moved his hands from your lower back down to the back of your thighs and effortlessly hoisted you up to eye level.

"I thought you wanted to dance?" he asked.

"Well, there's always the horizontal mambo," you offered with a mischievous smirk.

"Horizontal mambo?" He obviously didn't get the reference.

"It's my favorite dance of all." You moved your hands down to squeeze his ass and press your hips harder into him.

"Oh!"

You laughed.

He carried you to the nearest wall and pushed your back against it. His lips pressed to yours hard, tongue quickly claiming your mouth. You moaned into his mouth when he began grinding into you a bit. Your fingers dug into his back through his shirt, and your legs wrapped around him tighter.

Hopefully, no additional catastrophes would prevent you from thoroughly enjoying the bulge pressing against you through too many layers of fabric.

The music changed to something that sounded like it belonged in an old Disney cartoon. You tried to tune it out, but he broke the kiss and looked annoyed. "I told Tony to take that song off of the radio."

"What is it?" you asked.

"It's a propaganda song from the war." He sighed.

"Not the greatest mood music."

He moved a hand to your back to support you and walked over to the radio and shut it off. "Now, where were we?"

"Wait, what was it that you wanted to show me?" you asked, wondering if it was a sexy surprise.

"Later," he said, pressing your back into the wall again.


Chapter 10: Surprises


Steve rolled you over onto your back and climbed on top of you. His tongue slipped into your mouth, brushing against yours unhurriedly. You hooked your legs around his, tilting your hips back slightly.

He pressed his already hardening member against your clit. You squirmed around him to move him toward your entrance. Virgins didn't tend to have any STIs, not that he could probably catch any with the serum regardless. That was your biggest reason to insist on protection.

This was an exception to the rule of not trusting men to be honest. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel him bareback.

He broke the kiss and mumbled into your ear, "I don't want to get you pregnant."

"I take birth control," you replied into his ear, nipping the lobe.

He furrowed his brow. "I don't know."

"We can use protection if it would make you more comfortable." You kissed his jawline down to suck on the sensitive skin of his neck, salty from sweat produced by your previous activities.

He groaned. "I, I..." Instead of completing his sentence, he pushed the head of his cock into you. He inhaled sharply. "That feels...wow."

"Yeah, it does," you agreed, rocking your hips against him, trying to take him deeper.

He slowly buried himself inside you and paused when he was completely engulfed in your very wet heat. His eyes were closed and seemed to be rolling up into the back of his head.

You experimentally squeezed him with your inner muscles. You were rewarded with a shudder and what would probably qualify as a whimper. It was strange to hear Captain America whimper.

"Don't do that yet. Give me a minute." He pressed his forehead against yours. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

"I think I might have an inkling," you responded with a chuckle.

He withdrew a bit. "I'm not sure how long this is going to last."

"Well, you already beat your previous record," you joked.

His thrusts were slow and long. You moved your hips to meet his thrusts quicker and harder, encouraging him to increase the pace.

"Fuck me like you mean it," you commanded, biting his neck and digging your nails into him to show him what you meant.

"I, uh...okay, we'll do it your way," he said eventually, pushing himself up to adjust the angle. He completely withdrew and slammed into you with a single hard and fast thrust, hopefully a preview of what was to come. "Give me your hands."

You offered your hands to him. He used one of his large hands to grasp your wrists and push them up against the headboard, firmly but not painfully. You didn't expect him to go along with it and gave him a small pleased grin. You licked your lips and looked into his eyes expectantly.

He thrust into you again. The pace he set was harder and faster than you'd ever experienced before. It verged and trickled over the edge into painful, but the pleasure overrode any other sensations that were coursing through your body. You'd found the ideal partner for rough sex. If you could, you'd personally send a thank you note to Dr. Erskine. 

Steve obviously wasn't holding back much, if at all. It was very arousing to see a man who you'd always thought of as so restrained and proper coming undone inside you. You weren't going to be able to walk straight, but it was worth it. Entirely worth it. 

You couldn't focus on anything coherently other than the feel of him crashing into you before withdrawing completely, only to repeat a moment later.

That imposing cock of his was forcing you to accommodate it over and over again, stretching you until you couldn't possibly be stretched anymore. It was making you submit to its carnal desires while your hands were suspended over your head underneath his impossibly strong grasp, rendering you helpless.

"Come for me," he demanded huskily.

"What will you do if I don't?" you asked breathlessly, wondering how he'd respond.

"I'll, I'll....fuck you harder until you can't take it anymore," he blurted out. His face grew more flushed. You were pretty sure he was very embarrassed. Dirty talk wasn't one of his fortes. Yet.

You suppressed your grin at his blush. "I need you to touch my clit," you begged.

He released your hands and moved to kneel in front of you, pulling your body up off the bed until it was lined up with him again. His cock sunk deep into you, and he started thrusting at his previous pace.

He grabbed one of your legs by the ankle and placed it on his shoulder, changing the angle slightly. One of his hands held onto your thigh while the other moved between your legs, rubbing your clit roughly.

"Come," he demanded again.

"Give me a second," you breathed.

Instead of giving you a second, he thrust into you harder, his fingers digging into sensitive skin as he rubbed your clit in quick circles. It wasn't going to take much of this.

"God!" you sobbed as he brought you over the edge, pleasurably, painfully, but most of all intensely. Your head spun, and you forgot how to breathe. Sweat or tears were streaming down your face. You really weren't sure which.

He groaned and tensed with an orgasm that went on and on, eyes squeezed shut. His thrusts grew sporadic until he stopped completely, pulling out and flopping down onto the bed next to you, breathing heavily.

"Where did you?" you asked, wondering what had corrupted him like that.

"Internet," he replied with his eyes still closed.

"Did you...touch yourself to it?" You didn't want to embarrass him too much with cruder terms.

"Yeah," he admitted, "but I felt bad for a while...and now."

"You shouldn't feel bad."

He looked at you through half-closed eyes for a moment, before completely opening them. His hand went to your face brushed away some of the wetness.

"Did I make you cry?" he asked worriedly.

"No, it might be sweat. Just really intense, that's all," you reassured him.

"Did I hurt you?"

You held your fingers up with your thumb and index finger close together. "Doesn't stop me from wanting to do it again, though. Didn't you enjoy it?"

He sighed and kissed your forehead without responding to your question. "I guess I just need to get used to, well, this. Everything really is different now."

"Yeah, I can only imagine. Are you going to be okay?" 

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" he countered.

"Being sore isn't a big deal." You shrugged. "What do you want to do now? We could talk, if you want."

He shook his head. "Just lay here with me for a while."

You laid your head on his chest and draped yourself over him. "This okay?"

"Mhmm," he replied, stroking your hair.

You melted into the comforting warmth radiating from his body and barely noticed when you started to doze off against him.


Chapter 11: New Beginnings


You woke up alone in an unfamiliar bed. You wondered where you were for a moment before the events that had transpired cascaded into your mind. You had no regrets, but you were concerned about Steve. Virgins were complicated creatures, especially virgins misplaced in time.

Rolling over, you looked around and saw him sitting in a chair on the other side of the bed with a sketchpad and a pencil, engrossed in what he was doing. He had put on a pair of gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

"Hey," you said, smiling at him. "What are you drawing?"

He glanced up from the sketchpad, startled. "Oh, it's nothing."

"Let me see?" You got up out of bed and walked over to him. Everything between your legs dully ached, but it was still worth it.

You looked over his shoulder to see the sketch. It was you, sleeping in his bed. Your breasts and the juncture between your thighs were covered by rumpled blankets. His portrayal was very accurate. The anatomy was perfect. He was undeniably talented, and you felt honored that he'd chosen to sketch you.

"That's really good," you said. "I wish I had your talent."

"It's no big deal, really," he responded, modestly.

"Do you have more of your work?" you asked, eager to see it.

"It's in the other room. Actually, what I wanted to show you is in there, too." He stood.

You followed him through the living room into the second bedroom. He flipped the light on. The walls were lined with bookshelves containing binders and sketchbooks. A desk was in the middle of the room with art supplies and an open binder on it.

He handed the binder to you, and you saw your letter inside a sheet protector. You flipped through the pages and saw other letters, drawings from children, some postcards from various locations.

"Are all these binders fan mail?" you asked, looking at the dozens of binders incredulously.

He nodded. "I'm going to need more space eventually."

"And you responded to every last one?"

"All the ones with a return address. I don't need to sleep as much as most people do so I have plenty of time."

"It's so sweet of you to do that, you know. You probably made a lot of people really happy with your replies."

"What about you?" he asked, pursing his lips.

"I'm happy you replied to my letter. The past couple of days have been a lot of fun. More importantly, though, are you glad you replied to my letter?"

"Yeah. I still need to take you to Central Park. Maybe the weather will cooperate soon."

"You know you don't have to do that, if you don't really want to."

"No, I want to." He brushed an errant strand of hair off of your face. "Well, unless you don't want to. What do you want?"

You shrugged. "I'm good with wherever you want to take this. If you just want to get together for sex, then we-"

"No," he quickly interrupted you. "I wouldn't...use a girl like that."

"So we could date, but use the term loosely?" you offered. "We don't really have to label it if you don't want to."

"No labels," he agreed.

"Although, I have one request," you started. You took a deep breath. "Can we be a bit discreet? I know the tabloids don't follow you like they do Tony Stark, but I'd rather not deal with being harassed by anyone. I'm not ashamed or anything like that, though."

"That's reasonable."

He walked toward the door, and you followed him through the living room and into the kitchen. He took two small glasses out of the cabinet and a bottle of whiskey out of the refrigerator.

"I don't have any champagne or wine," he said. "Alcohol doesn't affect me so I don't keep much of it around."

He filled the glasses and handed one to you. 

"To new beginnings," he said as he clinked your glass, "and wherever they will take us."

"To new beginnings," you agreed and took a drink.



Avengers Inserts: Wrapped Up



Author's Note:
This is a Marvel Cinematic Universe reader insert featuring the Steve Rogers/Tony Stark pairing and female reader. It takes place post-Avengers, but is not compliant with the Phase 2 films and does not contain any spoilers for them.

WBiMC = White Bisexual Male Couple
SF = Single Female



You wouldn't admit to anyone you knew, but you were skimming the local personals ads online that summer evening. It wasn't somewhere you thought you'd find the love of your life, not that you were looking for the love of your life particularly hard. Maybe someday, but not someday soon.

One ad caught your attention, though. It wasn't a combination you'd seen before.


WBiMC seeks SF for discreet encounter


The ad piqued your curiosity. You really wondered what the couple was looking for in regards to the encounter. Your mind wandered to watching two attractive men kissing and touching each other desperately, and then lavishing that same attention on you. It sounded like it could be interesting to say the least.

You clicked the reply button and began to type.


I've never been with a couple before, but I'm curious what you guys are looking for in your encounter. If we're on the same page, I think it could be a lot of fun.


You received a reply 15 minutes later.


My boyfriend hasn't been with a woman before and wants to try it. His birthday is tomorrow, and I'm giving him that as one of his presents because I'm a good boyfriend. Hell, I'm the best boyfriend ever.

Do you have any pics? ;)


Deflowering a sort of virgin? It wasn't what you were expecting to hear back. You were more intrigued.

You attached a few pictures that weren't too revealing to your message and responded:


What are you going to do – cover the woman with a few strategically placed bows, lol? Are you going to be involved in the encounter, too, or is this just with him?

I hope you like the pics. Do you have any? :)


You're cute. Not showing enough skin for my taste, though. ;)

Actually, bows aren't a bad idea. Not bad at all.

Yeah, I figured we'd share the woman. Tag team her, maybe some DP if she's up for that. I don't know if he'd have a clue what to do if I just shoved a woman in his direction anyway. Probably not honestly.

I don't have any pics, but I assure you that you wouldn't be disappointed by either one of us. ;)


You admittedly hadn't done that before – any of it really. It wasn't something you were necessarily opposed to, especially if the couple was willing to put on a bit of a show for you in return for your "services." Biting your lip and contemplating whether you should push forward with this if there weren't even any pictures, you typed your reply.


Thanks. I'm glad you like the pics. :)

I'm interested if you are. What time did you want to do this?


Tomorrow evening.

If you're free, I need your measurements for some lingerie and shoe size and your address so I can pick you up.


It was a holiday so everywhere would be closed anyway, and you had no plans. Fireworks in the bedroom sounded like more fun than watching them outdoors in the summer heat anyway. You replied with your address and measurements, wondering where he was going to get lingerie on a holiday. You added your cell phone number in case he needed to call.

You waited for a reply before heading to bed. It came quickly:


Lingerie should be there by tomorrow afternoon. Put it on and be ready to leave by 6.


You responded:


Will do. This is one of the craziest things I've ever done before, btw. Please don't be a serial killer lol. I'm heading to bed now. Let me know if anything changes.


You woke up to sunlight in your bedroom and your doorbell ringing. It was 10:30.

You rushed to answer it in your pajamas, almost tripping a few times in your groggy state.

A courier handed you a package. It was definitely larger and heavier than a box of lingerie and shoes should be. You signed for it and shut the door, eager to open it and see what it contained.

The package contained an outfit and a black box. The lingerie was stars, stripes and all things patriotic. It made sense since it was July 4 after all. The skirt and blouse were navy and white. They were modest enough, but still sexy. They weren't something you'd never consider wearing again. At least you didn't have to parade around dressed like a stripper. The shoes were red stilettos – expensive ones, too. You wondered if they'd let you keep the shoes.

The black box was next. A note was taped to the top reading: "You'll need this. Trust me. Put it in before you leave." It contained a smooth, tapered black plug and a bottle of lubricant. The plug wasn't particularly small. You suddenly felt nervous about the planned meeting. Weighing the doubt in your stomach with the growing warmth between your legs, you decided you would still go through with it.

You left the contents of the package on your dresser and went to check your email. You had no new messages from the man. You typed one up quickly.


I got the package. You have good taste in clothes, but I'm not sure about your taste in little black boxes. It's kind of intimidating. Should I be scared?


Of course I have good taste in clothes. You shouldn't doubt the fashion sense of a man who dates other men, and especially not me.

Not really. He's a gentle giant unless you know how to press his buttons just right.


If you think of anything else, just let me know. It would probably be better if you texted me since I don't check my email as frequently. I'll be ready at 6.


The day went by slowly. You alternated between periods of arousal and nervousness at what the evening would hold.

Your phone received a text message at around 2pm.


Okay, change of plans. Be ready at 3:45.

I'll be ready, but no earlier than that. I still have to shower and get dressed.

You better get started then.


You shaved and then exfoliated, scrubbed and showered with your favorite body wash. When your body met your approval, you washed your hair and wrapped yourself in a towel when you were finished.

It took longer than normal for you to do your hair and makeup, but when you finally were finished, you looked really good, from head to toe.

It was about 3:30, and you rushed to grab the black box.

"Why am I even doing this?" you asked yourself.

You emptied half the bottle of lubricant onto the plug and yourself and bit your lip as you pushed it in slowly. It was something you really should have allowed more time for and would probably regret later. You pulled the festive stars and stripes panties back on.

A horn honked from outside. You quickly grabbed your purse and walked outside. A very expensive car with tinted windows was idling by the curb. You walked up to the window and tapped on it, hoping it wasn't someone else's car.

The window went down, and a man who looked very familiar looked you over. "What are you waiting for? Get in."

You opened the door and sat down in the passenger seat. He pulled away from the curb. "Are you..."

"Yes, I'm Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, please save your applause."

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend," you said after a pause.

"And I'd like to keep it that way for everyone else," he responded.

"Is it anyone I'd have heard of?" you asked.

"Steve Rogers, the one and only Captain America."

"He's interested in guys? Really?" It didn't seem to match his public image.

"Surprised the hell out of me, too," he admitted.

You were silent for a while before finally asking, "How is this going to work?"

"I'll take you to the bedroom, and you'll wait there until I bring Steve up for his surprise. You shouldn't have to wait too long, maybe half an hour tops."

"Okay, I can do that." You glanced over at Tony. At least you weren't being let down on the two attractive men part.

You got lost in your thoughts until he finally pulled into a large garage and parked the car.

Your hand was on the door to open it.

"Wait."

He fished into his pocket and pulled out a small black remote.

"What's that for?" you asked.

He pressed a button, and the plug started vibrating, causing you to jump and groan at the same time.

"Good. Just checking." He grinned as he pressed another button to turn it off and shoved the remote back into his pocket. He got out of the car.

You followed him out of the garage and into an elevator, down some corridors until he ushered you into a bedroom.

It was large and lavish. You'd never been in anything like it before. You noticed a very large red bow sitting on the huge bed and grabbed it.

"Is this for me?" you asked.

He took it from you and attached it to your waist. "There. Okay, now I have to get back before he notices I left. Just wait here."

Tony hurried out of the room and left you sitting on the bed, feeling kind of silly wearing the bow.

You sat on the bed waiting for quite a while, watching the time pass on your cell phone.

The door opened, and you put your cell phone on the nightstand.

A tall blond man walked in who you assumed was Steve, followed by Tony.

"Why is there a girl sitting on your bed with a bow on her?" Steve asked, narrowing his eyes at Tony.

"Happy birthday!" Tony replied.

"I don't understand," Steve said, "and I don't know if I want to understand."

"You told me you wanted to know what it was like to be with a woman. I brought you one. You can thank me later."

"Tony! I'm not going to sleep with some stranger. I don't know how you could have even thought that." He placed a palm on his forehead, shaking his head.

"Maybe I should go," you said, shifting uncomfortably on the bed.

"Wait!" Tony said, turning to Steve. "At least get to know her before you decide."

"You're incorrigible," Steve said with a sigh.

Steve walked over to you and extended a hand. You took it. "Steve. I'm sorry we're meeting under these circumstances."

"It's not your fault," you said. "I hope I didn't put a damper on your birthday fun."

"You didn't. Do you want to, uh, go watch a movie in the living room?" 

"Can I just go to the bathroom first?" you asked, wanting to dispose of the plug as soon as possible to make this at least slightly less awkward.

"No!" Tony replied.

Steve turned to look at him. "Why can't she?"

Tony tossed him the small remote he had pulled out earlier.

"What is this to?" Steve asked, pressing a button experimentally.

The plug started vibrating, and you made a choked noise.

"Are you okay?" Steve looked at you with concern.

"Can I have that remote please?" you asked.

"What is it to?" Steve looked at Tony. "What did you do?"

Tony grinned at him. "I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually."

Steve pressed another button, staring at you.

You inhaled sharply when the vibration grew stronger.

"Tony, you didn't..." Steve pushed a couple more buttons.

The vibrations started to pulse, and you stifled the moan that tried to escape from your mouth with a cough.

"Did he put you up to this?" Steve asked, glaring over at Tony.

"Well, I could have chosen not to...wear it?" you replied, feeling more embarrassed than you had in years.

"The bathroom's over there." He placed a warm hand on your back and guided you toward it. "Take your time. I need to have a little talk with Tony."

You slipped into the spacious bathroom and quickly removed the plug and cleaned yourself up. After deliberating for a moment, you washed it off with soap in the sink and placed it on the vanity to dry. You hid the plug underneath the bow so you didn't have to look at it and remember the last 15 minutes of your life

Your fantasies of a sexy threesome with two attractive men hadn't exactly panned out. You'd only been the cause of an argument between two attractive men and probably ruined one's birthday. On the bright side, at least they weren't serial killers.

You sank down on the floor against the wall, knees to your chest, and sighed.

Someone tapped on the door. "You okay in there?"

"Yeah," you said, unconvincingly.

The door opened, and Steve came in. He sat down next to you.

"Not the best birthday ever, huh?" you asked.

He shrugged. "I've had worse."

"I'm sorry about all this. If I would have known..." you trailed off.

"Tony has good intentions. He just doesn't go about things the right way sometimes." He sighed.

"If you want, I can go home," you offered.

"No. I am...well, curious, and I guess I don't see why you have to stay a stranger," he said awkwardly. "And Tony went to the trouble of finding you and putting this together. How did he find you?"

"I responded to a personals ad online," you admitted.

"Do you do that, uh often?" he asked.

"This is the first time. It hasn't exactly turned out how I expected it to. You wouldn't believe how embarrassed I am right now."

He placed a hand on your arm and squeezed reassuringly. "You shouldn't be embarrassed. I have a...question."

"Go ahead," you replied.

"What did Tony say he planned to do with, uh, you and me and him?"

"I'm not sure you'd know what I meant if I told you." You half-laughed.

"I don't know. I might surprise you." He smiled, but didn't push for more details. 

"I doubt the terms 'tag team' and 'DP' mean much to you," you offered.

"They don't ring a bell," he admitted, rubbing his head, "but I can imagine knowing Tony."

"Well, 'tag team' means...taking turns with me." You chose your words carefully.

"And 'DP?'" he asked.

"That would be the abbreviation for double penetration, which I'm sure you can figure out on your own."

His eyes widened. "Yeah, I, uh, yeah..." A blush crept across his cheeks. 

"It's not something I've ever done before," you added quickly.

"But you want to try it?" he asked, looking at you intently.

"You only live once?" you responded uncertainly.

"Come on." He helped you to your feet. "Let's go watch that movie."

He led you to a living room with a very large flat screen TV. Tony was sitting on one end of a couch, flipping through channels.

"What movie are we watching?" you asked.

"Nothing...explicit," Steve warned Tony.

"You ruin all my fun," Tony replied with a sigh.

You plopped down on the other end of the couch, and Steve sat in the middle.

"So, what do you do?" Steve asked.

You told him the boring, at least in comparison to being a superhero, details of your job and your coworkers. The conversation shifted into other facets of your life -- your family, your friends, where you grew up, the long story of how you ended up in New York and eventually settled on what you do in your spare time and on the weekends.

Tony was surprisingly quiet during the exchange, probably pretending to focus on the talk show he'd channel surfed to.

"What do you do on the weekends?" you asked.

"Me," Tony piped up.

Steve blushed and ignored that particular topic of conversation. "Have you picked out what movie you want to watch?"

Tony settled on an action flick that didn't interest you much. You glanced over at Steve instead and watched him watching the movie. He was almost devastatingly attractive, not that Tony wasn't. They were very different.

Tony whispered something into Steve's ear, and Steve turned to look at you. You wondered if Tony had noticed you watching Steve and looked down at the floor.

He hooked a finger under your chin and lifted your head to meet his gaze.

"You do it, or I will," Tony said.

"Do what?" you asked.

Steve leaned forward and placed a gentle, almost chaste kiss on your lips. Your heart was pounding in your chest from just that small display. You thought that maybe you'd have to be carried out on a stretcher if things got more intimate.

"That barely counts," Tony said. "There wasn't even any tongue."

"It does, too, count." Steve rolled his eyes.

Tony got up and approached you. He wordlessly straddled you on the couch and quickly pressed his lips to yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth like it belonged there, moving with every last bit of that confidence he exuded. He knew what he wanted, and he wasn't afraid to make it his. His fingers tangled in your hair, and he pulled you closer. As he separated from you, he nipped your lower lip slowly.

You decided that you definitely were going to be carried out on a stretcher.

"And that's how you do it," Tony said, pushing himself to his feet.

Steve was staring, obviously taken aback. "I, uh..."

"Go on," Tony urged.

Steve looked from Tony to you as if he couldn't believe what was happening. You shared in that sentiment.

"You don't have to," you said. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, this is okay," Steve insisted. He didn't straddle you like Tony had, but he pulled you in for another kiss, much longer this time. He held your face and brushed his thumb over your jawline.

"Use your tongue," Tony pushed.

Steve made a muffled sound against your mouth before tracing your lips lightly with the tip of his tongue.

It was your turn to make a noise. You parted your lip and met the tip of his tongue with yours. His tongue followed yours back into your mouth. His exploration of your mouth was tentative, gentle, sweet. It was such a stark contrast.

"Touch her," Tony encouraged.

You looked at Steve. He was still kissing you, but also glancing disapprovingly in Tony's direction out of the corner of his eye. He relented, though, and moved a hand to the small of your back, rubbing you through the thin fabric of your blouse.

"Yeah, that's good," Tony approved. "Now move your hand under her shirt. Actually, nix that. Let's take this to the bedroom."

Steve broke the kiss and shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know, Tony..."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Scout's honor." 

"I can't see you being a Boy Scout," Steve said incredulously.

"Okay, it was only for a week, but it still stands." He softened. "If you don't want to do anything, all you have to do is say so. I won't push you. Promise." 

Steve looked from you to Tony and back again. "Okay."

You followed Tony and Steve into the bedroom. Tony immediately began taking his shirt off.

"Tony," Steve started.

"I'll leave it on." Tony walked over to the other man and placed a surprisingly gentle kiss on his lips. "What do you want to do?"

"I, uh..." Steve looked at you, bewildered, for a moment before sitting down on the bed. "We can kiss some more, if that's okay." He patted the space next to him.

"That sounds good," you replied, sitting down next to him. "Do you want to sit or lay down?”

"We can lay down." Steve moved to the opposite side of the bed. You crawled over to him, laying on your side facing him, and Tony sat down behind you.

You looked into Steve's blue eyes, wondering what he was thinking. He brushed your hair back behind your ear and traced the top of your ear with his thumb. He shut his eyes and pressed his lips to yours. His arm wrapped around you and rested on your back. You slipped your arm underneath his and did the same. He was very warm, warmer than anyone else you'd been this close to. You let yourself get lost in the heat against you, sucking and nibbling on his lower lip.

He deepened the kiss. Your tongues intertwined in a languid dance to your shallow breathing and pounding hearts.

"Try putting your leg over him," Tony said from behind, "if that's okay with Steve."

Steve nodded into the kiss.

You draped your leg over him. Deciding to take things slow, you didn't move your hips at all, as much as you would have enjoyed it. Instead, you relaxed into the kiss, rubbing his back absentmindedly.




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Tony shifted behind you. His hand squeezed your ass and hiked the back of your skirt up. Calloused fingers pushed the material of your panties aside.

You gasped and moaned into the kiss.

Steve's eyes opened, and he pulled back long enough to mumble, "what are you doing, Tony?"

"I couldn't resist," Tony replied.

Steve craned his neck to see your skirt hiked up and Tony's hand between your legs. "You don't mind?" he asked you.

You shook your head. "It's all good."

"Okay. You can, uh, carry on." Steve returned to kissing you thoroughly.

Tony parted your lower lips with his fingers. "God, you're wet. Which one of us is doing that to you? It's me, right?"

Your only response was to squirm beneath his touch as he dipped two fingers into your entrance and moved them to massage your clit slowly. Moans, groans and whimpers spilled from your mouth into Steve's.

Steve pulled his swollen lips back from your mouth and kissed your cheek over to your ear. "I...wanted to hear you make those noises," he whispered before kissing the side of your neck.

You didn't hold back your cries of pleasure. Your impending orgasm built gradually, not as fast as you probably would have liked. You focused on the sensations coursing through your body instead of the end result.

Steve moved back to your ear again. "What can I do to...make you feel...more good?"

"Umm, I don't think you'd..." you replied, distracted by Tony's ministrations.

"Tell me?" Steve asked, eyes full of promise.

"Would you tell me what you want to do next?" you asked.

"He's no good at dirty talk," Tony responded.

"I could try again," Steve offered.

"Go ahead," Tony encouraged with a snicker.

"Well, I want to touch your, uh..." Steve started.

There was a long pause.

"Time to fill in the blank! Tits, pussy, ass? Which one is it?" Tony said. "My money's on pussy."

"Yeah, p-, uh, that." Steve blushed. "Sorry."

"Do you want her to suck your cock? I know how much you love fucking my mouth with that big, thick, perfect cock of yours. I know you're so hard just thinking about it, desperate to get out of those pants," Tony said.

"I, uh..." Steve gulped and shifted uncomfortably.

Tony quickened the pace, rubbing you in just the right way to send you over the edge.

"God!" You arched your back and dug your fingers into Steve, head spinning. He pulled you closer, watching your face attentively with something that looked like a combination of awe and desire.

Tony wiped his hand on your skirt and looked at Steve. "What now, birthday boy?"

Steve rolled you onto your back and laid a large hand on your stomach.

"You can touch me," you urged.

Steve moved his hand to cup a breast through your blouse.

"They're more fun when they're bare," Tony said, pushing up the hem of your blouse to expose a couple of inches of skin.

"I...guess that would be okay." He didn't sound completely certain.

Tony's hands were already lifting your shirt eagerly. You sat up to let him finish pulling it over your head. He tossed it onto the floor.

"Really, Tony?" Steve chuckled, staring at the star-spangled bra.

"You know you love it," Tony replied. "What about the bra? Does it stay or go?"

Steve bit his lip and looked at you, then at Tony. "Go ahead."

"I'll let you unwrap the goodies. It is your birthday after all," Tony said. "What about me?"

"What about you?" Steve asked.

"Can I take my shirt off, too?"

"Yeah."

Tony tossed his shirt onto the floor behind him.

He looked good without a shirt, and you were eager to touch him. You wondered about the metal circle emitting a blue glow in the center of his chest, though, but didn't ask. It didn't seem like it would be a good bedroom conversation topic.

"Are you going to join us in the land of the topless?" Tony asked.

"In a minute." Steve moved to your back and slowly unclasped the bra with unsteady hands.

You didn't shrug out of it, opting to see what Steve would do next instead.

Tony reached over you to rub Steve's knee reassuringly.

Steve smiled weakly at the other man. He grasped the straps and slid them down your shoulders, down to your elbows and let gravity do the rest of the work.

You discarded the bra in the general direction the blouse and Tony's shirt had gone.

Steve guided you to lay down again, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before he sat up again. He splayed his fingers out on your bare stomach, trailing up to the valley between your breasts.

"Mmm," you mumbled at his touch.

"Your heart is beating so fast," Steve commented, pressing his fingertips against your chest.

"That usually happens when I'm in bed with a really sexy guy, well guys plural this time."

Pink spread across Steve's cheeks at the compliment.

"Wait until you see him without his clothes," Tony said and then whistled.

Steve's blush deepened.

"You know, you're adorable when you do that," you said with a small smile.

"Thank you, I think," Steve responded, moving a hand to cup your bare breast, gently kneading the flesh beneath his fingers. "You're really soft."

Tony reached over and groped Steve through his pants. "And you're really hard."

You couldn't help but chuckle, although you started to feel bad for Steve and how embarrassed he seemed to be by the whole situation.

Tony ran his hand down your side, sweeping across your hipbone before continuing his descent. He briefly brushed over the fabric of the skirt and moved to nudge your thighs apart.

Steve dipped his head to kiss a slow trail from your collarbone to the swell of your breast. He paused for a moment before focusing his attention on your nipple, lightly kissing and sucking.

"Panties?" Tony asked as he hooked his fingers around the sides of your panties.

Steve mumbled a distracted "mhmm" into your skin and moved his mouth to your other breast.

You lifted your hips, and Tony tugged the panties off to join the growing pile of clothes.

Steve lifted his head, placing one last gentle kiss on your chest, and sat up. He looked to Tony for guidance.

"I'm leaving this up to you, champ," Tony said.

"What are my, uh, options?" Steve asked.

"Well, I'm sure the lady won't object if you go downtown and show her a good time. You could also get out of those pants, and if you ask nicely, I'm sure she'll show you how good she is with her mouth. Or you could skip that all together and go straight for home plate."

Steve was blushing again, and you wondered if Tony was doing it on purpose. Probably.

Steve ran a hand down your arm. "I want to touch you first, if that's okay."

"As long as I can touch you afterward," you said, rubbing his leg.

"Deal." Steve played with the fabric of your skirt, occasionally grazing your thigh with his fingertips.

"Did you want me to leave the skirt on?" you asked. "It would be easier if I took it off."

Steve nodded and moved back while you slid the skirt off and discarded it. His lips parted as he looked at your now nude body in awe. He touched your torso down to your parted thighs, paying particular attention to the curve of your hips.

"Like what you see?" Tony asked.

After an extended silence, Steve blurted out, "I want to draw you."

"Draw her like one of your French girls," Tony said.

"What French girls?" Steve asked, confused.

You laughed. "It's a movie reference."

"I'm not watching it with you," Tony responded to Steve's gaze. "Don't pretend you don't tear up at Disney movies. Titanic doesn't wrap things up with an ending sweet enough to land you a date with a dentist's drill."

Steve didn't respond and instead started unbuttoning his shirt. When it was unbuttoned and untucked, he started to place it neatly on the empty nightstand. Tony snatched it from him and threw it.

"Hey," Steve complained.

"Want to add anything else to the pile?" Tony asked.

"You can take off your pants." Steve tugged his undershirt over his head, revealing his well-muscled torso and arms.

You sat up and reached a hand out to tentatively run your fingers over one of his biceps, too distracted to really notice Tony taking his pants off. Your fingers moved over to his abs and traced the muscles there.

"I've got something you'll be more impressed with," Tony said, grabbing your wrist and moving your hand down to rest on his red and gold boxers.

You rubbed his obvious erection through the boxers. It was considerable, hot underneath your touch, and you were eager to get better acquainted with it.

"You still want to touch her?" Tony asked Steve.

"Yeah," Steve replied. He still seemed nervous.

"You stay on this side of her, and I'm going to go on the other side. If it's okay with you, she can show me what she can do with her hand while you show her what you can do with yours," Tony said.

Steve nodded, resting his warm hand on your thigh. You parted your legs a bit more to grant him easier access. His fingers brushed your mound, playing with the hair there for a moment before descending to your lower lips.

Tony tugged off his boxers and positioned himself next to you. You glanced over at his now nude body. He was more compact than Steve was, but still fit. You trailed your hand from his stomach down to his cock, swirling a finger in the precum leaking from the head. He groaned when you wrapped your hand around him and started moving it up and down slowly, rubbing your thumb over the tip occasionally between strokes.

"Is this okay?" Steve asked, the tip of a finger positioned at your entrance.

"If it involves you inside me, it's more than okay."

Steve slowly slipped his finger in, until it was completely ensheathed in your wet warmth. He withdrew it and added a second, scissoring and wiggling them as he tentatively explored your inner walls.

You had trouble focusing on Tony. Every time you managed to focus on your hand and working Tony with it, Steve would move his fingers in a way that elicited moans and felt too good to pay attention to anything else.

Tony snickered. "You know you look entirely too pleased with yourself when you make her moan. Tip, though -- use your thumb on her clit."

Steve paused and moved his thumb, obviously not quite sure of what he was looking for.

"You'll know when you find it," Tony added.

When Steve found your clit, you trembled and dug the nails of your free hand into his arm. His touch was very direct and intense, and you were already close to the edge. You forgot about Tony when you were brought over the edge into a powerful orgasm. Steve pushed a third finger in, working them in and out faster than he had been, and your inner walls clenched tighter around him.

After your orgasm faded, Steve pulled his fingers out and ran his thumb over the wetness still on them, looking at it inquisitively.

"Nothing that comes from a bottle is quite like it," Tony commented, "and it tastes a hell of a lot better than unflavored lube."

Steve brought a finger to his lips and tentatively licked it. He looked at Tony. "It doesn't taste like you."

Tony moved Steve's fingers to his mouth and licked them clean slowly and thoroughly, watching Steve's intent stare at the act. "You're right, she doesn't. You're both delicious, though. Do you want to try it at the source?"

"Yeah." Steve scooted down the bed and positioned himself between your thighs. He glanced up at Tony. "How do you..."

"We'll skip the finer points of eating out and just go for something simple. Lick her like a lollipop."

Steve licked a slow stripe upward along your slit. When he reached your clit with the flat of his tongue, your hips involuntarily bucked a bit against his face. He pulled back, surprised and obviously concerned. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, that was good, really good. Do that again." You ran your fingers through his soft hair reassuringly, rubbing your thumb at his his temple.

He returned to the task at hand, using his tongue to find your clit again and focus on lapping at it in earnest. It wasn't the most amazing oral sex you'd ever had the pleasure of experiencing, but for what he lacked in experience and technique, he made up with in sheer enthusiasm. It didn't hurt that he was one of the sexiest men you'd ever seen, and you liked the way he looked with his face buried between your thighs. It was really too bad that this was probably a one time thing. You could get used to that.

"I'm getting close," you moaned, grabbing one of his muscled shoulders while your other hand clutched the comforter beneath you.

"This is the best part," Tony said, watching closely as Steve redoubled his efforts.

Your third orgasm of the night came quicker than the first two, more intense and drawn out. You cried out and dug your heels into Steve's back harder than you intended to. When you came down and stimulation grew almost painful, you mumbled, "you can stop now."

Steve pulled away, his mouth damp with saliva and your wetness. "How was it?"

"Really good. Thank you." You smiled up at him.

"C'mere," Tony said to Steve before he pulled the other man into a filthy kiss.

When he started licking Steve's face, Steve pulled away with a laugh. "Hey! That's weird."

"Just wanted to clean you up. Do you want to head to home plate now that we've covered third base with our lovely lady friend?" Tony asked.

"Do you want to be first or me?" Steve asked, a bit awkwardly.

"You can go first. Ready to take the plunge and see what all the fuss is about?" Tony asked.

"I can't imagine it being that different from when he's inside you," you said.

"He's never fucked me before." Tony looked disappointed.

"Oh." You weren't quite sure how to respond to that.

"You know it's because I don't want to hurt you, Tony. You're so...tight with just my fingers."

"I could handle it. There's videos on the internet I could show you-"

"That I don't want to see," Steve finished for him. "We'll see how this goes and talk about it again later."

Tony seemed pleased. "So how about those pants?"

Steve lifted his hips and tugged his pants and boxers down, then off. You could see why he was worried about hurting Tony. He was definitely packing some heat.

Tony opened the nightstand drawer and dug through it. "We seem to have a problem here."

"A problem?" you asked.

"No condoms. I don't think either of us wants any little Tonys or Steves running around."

"I'm on the pill," you said, "but that doesn't prevent diseases. Not that I don't trust you, it's just..."

"He can't get them, and I'm clean. I can pull up the test results from my physical last month if you don't believe me," Tony offered.

You bit your lip as you deliberated. "Okay. I believe you. What about me, though? Aren't you worried?"

"I've done things a hell of a lot riskier than this. Is it okay with you, big guy?" Tony turned to Steve.

Steve was quiet. "Okay," he finally agreed.

"Do you want one of us to suck you off first?" Tony asked.

"I'll, uh, leave that up to you," Steve replied.

"Could I watch?" you asked.

"I don't mind putting on a little show," Tony said, wrapping his hand around the base of Steve's cock and slowly pulling up toward the head. Steve groaned and laid back. "No objections from you?"

Steve shook his head no, and Tony dipped his head and licked a trail up the shaft of Steve's cock, swirling his tongue around the head. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and took Steve into his mouth, eliciting a gasp.

Tony's head bobbed, gradually taking more of Steve in until he was deepthroating him. You were torn between watching the way Tony bobbed on Steve's cock or the look on Steve's face as Tony did so.

"Tony, I'm getting close," Steve warned, carding his fingers through Tony's hair and tugging it lightly when he swirled his tongue around the head.

Tony pulled his mouth off of Steve's erection with an audible pop. "That's what your super soldier stamina is for. Trust me, you'll last longer if I take the edge off now."

When Tony's mouth returned to Steve's cock, you watched Steve's face closely. His eyes were shut in obvious pleasure, and he was quietly moaning. You reached forward and traced a finger over his full lips. He touched your finger with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the pad.

You moved your other hand to one of his nipples and scraped your fingernail over the sensitive nub. It hardened underneath your touch. You tentatively pinched it, watching Steve's face for his reaction.

Steve's impossibly blue eyes opened slowly to meet your gaze. He was definitely well into the very distracting depths of pleasure.

"You like that?" you asked, tweaking his nipple again, a bit harder this time.

Steve simply nodded, your finger obviously forgotten between his lips, before his lids fluttered closed again.

You decided to interrupt your view of the impossibly sexy show to lean over and lick Steve's smooth pecs. Your tongue and teeth took over where your fingers had left off, nipping and licking while you listened to the wet noises of Tony's mouth working Steve's cock. Your core pulsed at the thought that Steve's impressive member would soon be buried inside you, if it would even completely fit. You were a bit skeptical on that point. It wasn't really that outlandish for Steve to worry about hurting Tony.

"I'm gonna-" Steve tensed up underneath you and groaned loudly as his orgasm wracked his body.

You trailed kisses up his chest to his neck and paused at his ear to whisper into it. "You don't know how hot that was. Do you want to feel how wet you're making me?"

"Are you going to share with the rest of the class?" Tony asked.

You turned to look at him. There was a bit of cum still by his mouth. Glancing down at Steve to make sure he was watching, you kissed Tony and licked it away from his swollen lips. 

Tony turned the kiss filthy, moving his hands down your back slowly until they were resting on the swell of your ass. A finger snaked its way into the cleft and brushed against your hole, still a bit sensitive from wearing the plug earlier.

"Tony, are you really going to, I mean, while I'm..." Steve asked.

Tony pulled away from your mouth. "That was the game plan, as long as you or our lovely guest don't object."

"I haven't done that before, but I'm curious," you admitted.

"Would I be able to feel you through her?" Steve asked.

"Yeah. God, it's gonna be so tight for you, babe, with me in her ass and you feeling me moving against you, like when you jerk us both off, only so much better. You're gonna love this, trust me." Tony maneuvered to reach over to the nightstand and pulled a bottle of lube out of it, his finger never moving from its position against your hole.

"I'm not used to doing this, so would you-" you started to ask.

"I'll take it real slow," Tony reassured you, then turned to Steve. "Do you want to do the honors of getting the lovely lady ready?"

"I..." Steve paused. "My fingers are bigger than yours. I won't hurt her?"

"You've never hurt me. Do what I taught you to do with me. I'm a great teacher so she'll be just fine." Tony withdrew his finger and handed Steve the bottle of lube.

You laid back next to Steve, a bit nervous about where this was all leading. He positioned himself between your legs and thoroughly coated his fingers with the lube.

"Are you ready?" Steve asked as he moved a slick finger where Tony's had just rested.

"Yeah, just take it slow." You rubbed his arm when he pressed his index finger lightly against your tight ring of muscle until it slipped a fraction of an inch into you. It brought back the familiar uncomfortable burn of what your body was trying to convince you was an unwanted invasion. Your core pulsed, aching with renewed need, in defiance.

Steve pushed his digit gently deeper. You cocked your head curiously when he wiggled his finger as he pressed in, like he was seeking something.




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Tony obviously noticed and chuckled. "You're not going to find anything there, but if you were fingering her pussy, you'd have better luck. That should be on your sexual experiences checklist – making a girl squirt. There's nothing quite like it."

"Squirt what from where?" Steve asked, pink tinting his cheeks as he worked his finger slowly in and out.

"JARVIS, add information about the g-spot and g-spot orgasms to Steve's tablet. You can read about it later. Less sex ed, more sexy."

Steve's finger became more of a presence than an intrusion as time slowly passed, and tension that you didn't know was in your body melted away as you relaxed into the mattress.

"Are you ready for more?" Steve eventually asked.

"Yeah, I think so." You watched the look of concentration on Steve's face as he carefully inserted another finger, bringing back the uncomfortable burn with it.

When he noticed the discomfort on your face, Steve immediately stilled. He massaged the swell of your stomach gently with his free hand.

"So beautiful," he murmured.

Tony trailed a hand along your side and moved it above Steve's. He briefly brushed your clit, sending a shiver up your spine, but settled a finger at your entrance. "It's fun being with a woman." His finger slipped into you slowly, wiggling a bit and then slowly thrusting in and out. "Feel that, Steve? It's going to be even better when it's your cock against mine."

"Are you ready for another one?" Steve asked before quickly adding, "no rush if you're not. I don't want to hurt you."

You smiled at his concern. He really was as considerate as his public image portrayed. "Go ahead."

Tony withdrew his finger when Steve carefully eased a third finger into you. You winced a bit at the burn, but Steve soothed you with a thumb tracing the outline of your hipbone, down to your thigh that you hadn't noticed was trembling slightly until he stilled it with his large hand.

"You doing okay there?" Tony asked. "Been a while since you've done this?" 

"Yeah," you admitted. "It's not on my usual bedroom repertoire, not that I'm objecting or anything." You doubted anything these two gorgeous men, superheroes to boot, suggested would be off the table.

Steve spread his fingers slowly, worrying his full lower lip as he watched your face. Focusing your attention on his lips made you need another taste. You tugged him downward, capturing his mouth in a needy kiss. Your groan when his fingers shifted inside you unexpectedly was muffled by the slide of his tongue against yours, a more than welcomed distraction.

"Kiss her like you kiss me after I've been out of town," Tony said. "Don't be afraid to fuck her mouth with your tongue. I know if your mouth wasn't busy you'd probably be telling me about how she's a lady and that's not how you kiss a lady, but I think that becomes a moot point when you have your fingers buried in a woman's ass, and-"

Steve broke the kiss to interrupt Tony. "I'm sure there are more interesting things you can think of to do with your mouth right now."

"I thought you'd never ask." Tony's lips brushed Steve's neck briefly before his tongue slid sloppily over to Steve's ear and alternated between nipping and kissing and whispering things that you couldn't quite make out. He said more audibly, "Steve, go on, you've got this..."

Steve shuddered and pulled away from your lips. "I really want to f-, I mean I want to..."

"He wants to 'fondue' you," Tony finished with a grin.

"I wish you'd never heard that story," Steve said, then quickly added with a blush, "I want to fuck you. If you're ready."

Your core pulsed at hearing someone you pretty much thought of as a paragon of virtue saying something so vulgar, with desire hanging heavy in his voice. "I'm ready. How do you want to do this?"

"Steve can start out popping his cherry by himself. I'll join in after we're sure the main event is going to last longer than a couple minutes, if there's no objections," Tony offered.

"Sounds good to me," you said, trying not to sound embarrassingly eager.

Steve withdrew his fingers from within you and positioned himself at your entrance, not quite to the point of penetration. He took a deep breath. "Ready?"

"More than ready." You rolled your hips against him, encouraging him to take the plunge and fill you with that thick, pretty dick of his. Foreplay was amazing as always, but there can be too much of a good thing sometimes. This was one of those times. You were on the verge of begging.

Steve finally obliged you and pressed forward until the head popped into you. "Wow," he muttered breathlessly as he slowly filled you until he bottomed out, eyes closed in obvious pleasure.

"Good?" Tony asked. He rubbed Steve's shoulder down to his back.

Steve nodded. "So tight...and hot...and wet. Can't move yet or it's going to be over. I don't know how long I'm going to last."

"It'll probably be like the first time I blew you," Tony admitted, "but it won't really matter with your super soldier refractory period. Not-so-little Steve will be up and raring to go again in no time flat."

"Take as much time as you need." You didn't tell him that you definitely needed the extra time to adjust to him. He was really a super-sized superhero, significantly larger than anyone you'd been with before, and the prospect of Tony joining in the penetration party was beginning to seem a little daunting.

"Okay, I think I can move now." Steve thrust into you carefully and shallowly, at a very slow pace.

You weren't sure if he was doing it to hold off his climax or out of concern for you, but you were grateful for it just the same, until it wasn't enough. Desperate for more, you shifted your hips and started to rock against him.

"Look at her, she's practically begging you to really give it to her. She won't break if you fuck her a little harder and faster. Trust me, it'll feel better for you, too." Tony continued stroking Steve's back and sides.

Steve looked into your eyes, and you nodded. It was all the confirmation he needed to pull out almost completely, then snap his hips forward to drive into you in a long, quick thrust. Your moan was all the encouragement he needed to continue plunging his length in and out. His lips met yours in a rough clash of tongues and teeth. You vaguely registered the sound of ripping fabric near your head.

Tony chuckled. "You tore the sheets...and the mattress. Entirely worth this show, though. God, you don't know how hot you are right now, losing control like this."

You glanced over at Tony briefly out of the corner of your eye. His hand was wrapped around his cock. The head was glistening with precum as he stroked himself in rhythm to Steve's thrusts.

Steve must have noticed your distraction and nipped your lower lip to regain your attention. His swollen mouth slid easily across your jaw down to your neck. He sucked and bit the sensitive skin there, marking you for the world to see. You couldn't bring yourself to mind. Without pulling out, he suddenly and effortlessly flipped you over so you were on top and stilled inside you.

"I take it you're ready for me now?" Tony asked, cupping your ass with one hand and stroking it with his thumb while his other hand pulled his cock one last time.

"Yeah. Don't be too rough, Tony. I know sometimes you get really into it, and I can take it, but she's not enhanced," Steve said, obviously worried.

"I think I'll be okay," you reassured him before Tony could respond. "I can let you know if either of you is hurting me."

"Don't worry, Steve. I'm not going to just plow into her ass. We'll take this slow and see where it goes from there." Tony entwined his fingers with Steve's and squeezed for a moment. You heard the snick of the lube cap opening and watched as Tony thoroughly coated himself in lube. He pressed a finger into your hole, then two, scissoring them. "Making sure you're really ready. I've been called a selfish bastard more times than I can count, but never in the bedroom."

"I don't think you're selfish," you said, frowning. "Can you really be selfish and save the world on a regular basis?"

"He is about some things," Steve admitted with a small smile, "but never when it counts."

"Maybe," Tony conceded as he removed his fingers and positioned himself behind you. You felt the tip of his cock nudging your hole and started to feel more than a bit nervous. He rubbed your hip in slow circles. "Relax. Take a deep breath."

You took a deep breath as he pushed gently but firmly against you until the head breached you. The burn was back, and you felt almost too full of considerably sized super-cock without taking even close to Tony's full length. After another deep breath, you relaxed more.

Steve kissed you softly and stroked your cheek. "You okay? We don't have to do this if it's too much."

"No," you quickly replied with more confidence than you thought you had. "I want to do this. You can move, Tony."

"Let me know if you need me to stop." Tony slid in your already slickened channel gradually, until his hips were flush with the curve of your ass.

It was almost too much, but the burn was already fading, and the fullness was incredible, like nothing you'd ever experienced before. Your clit was throbbing, desperate for some sort of friction, no matter the source. If you weren't so tightly sandwiched between Steve and Tony, you would have tried to wiggle your hand between your legs to reach the climax you ached for.

"You're shaking," Steve said. "Do you want to stop?"

"No, that's not it. I want you to move so I can cum. Please let me cum," you begged, unashamed.

"Soon," Tony said. "I'm going to start moving first. When you're ready, Steve can move."

"Sounds good. I'm ready." You distracted yourself from the initial discomfort with Steve's still swollen and kiss-bitten lips, sucking and licking at his mouth languidly. He ran his fingers through your hair and started rocking his hips against you, probably unaware he was doing it. The friction it created against your clit was good, but not enough. You moaned into his mouth and tried to rub against him harder. 

At some point, the discomfort of Tony had faded into a not unpleasant presence that immediately turned pleasurable when Steve began thrusting into you in tandem with Tony. You were close, so close, but it wasn't quite enough yet.

"God, Tony, I can feel you, and it's..." Steve swallowed and closed his eyes.

"I can feel you, too. Feels amazing. Are you close, baby?" Tony asked.

"I'm close," Steve managed to say. "Do you want me to?"

"Get your hand between her legs and get her off. That'll bring us all over the edge." 

Tony slowed down for a moment while Steve snaked his hand between your legs, easily finding your clit. One of his large fingers slid against it several times, finally bringing you over the edge into the most intense orgasm you could remember having, moans and disjointed phrases of praise falling from your lips. Steve and Tony's thrusts grew erratic when you tightened around them. They spilled into you, Steve first, followed quickly by Tony.

You lay boneless on Steve, unable to move in your blissed-out haze. The only thought that crossed your mind at that moment was that personals ads were quite possibly the best thing ever, especially when they led to deflowering a national icon.

Tony pulled out and hopped off of the bed. He padded across the room. A door opened and a faucet turned on before he returned to the bed with a damp washcloth. You rolled off of Steve and started to take the washcloth, but Tony batted your hand away and cleaned both you and Steve up.

"What time is it?" you asked.

"It is 10:30pm," a British voice responded from the ceiling.

You look at Tony, curious.

"That's my AI, JARVIS," Tony responded.

"Oh. Well, it's late so I should probably get dressed and call a cab," you said and started to get out of bed.

Steve grabbed your arm and tugged you back down. "Stay. I'll drive you home tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" You didn't want to make things awkward.

"I'm not going to kick you out, make you take a cab home at 10:30 at night and never see you again like you're a...sex toy," Steve eventually finished.

"I'm confused. I thought this was a hookup, you know, like wham, bam, thank you ma'am, happy birthday?" Not that seeing them again would be something you'd have to suffer through.

"Do you really think Captain America did hookups?" Tony asked, obviously amused.

"Well, before today I didn't think Captain America was interested in men and in a relationship with you so I really wasn't sure." You laughed.

"I don't," Steve said, tugging Tony down to his other side and pulling the blankets up. "JARVIS, lights."

"I hope you had a good birthday," you said, yawning and curling into Steve.

"I did. This was a nice surprise. Thank you both."

"Does that mean you'll fuck me into the mattress now?" Tony asked.

"Go to sleep, Tony," Steve said fondly.



Avengers: Some Enchanted Evening



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Tigra prowled through the darkness of Avengers Mansion as silently and gracefully as the animal she was named after, sniffing as she went. 

There was something strange in the air this night. Something...off. It was crackling with the musky scent of rutting, the tang of it setting Tigra's fine fur on edge and driving her wild.

Skittering up alongside the wall in the hallway, she unlatched the vent of the air-conditioning system and swung inside, following the musky aromas that were setting her feline senses off like a finely-tuned radar.

She navigated the ducting with ease, her eyesight even sharper in the dark than it would be in the noonday light. In the distance, she could hear the sound of a shower pouring at full-bore. Beneath that, however, she could hear something else.

A woman moaning.

Or was it? Garbled as it was, it was hard to tell. As she scampered ever onward, she knew she was both wrong and right at the same time. It wasn't just a woman moaning. It was two women moaning.

Turning a corner in the pressed steel confines of the duct, the air suddenly became misty. Running the floorplans of the building through her mind, Tigra placed herself as being just above the change rooms by the gym.

Finding a grate in the duct, she crawled over to peer out, shocked by what she saw below.

Looking out at the women's showers, she watched as Carol Danvers, aka Ms Marvel, pressed her lips hungrily to those of Jennifer Walters, aka She-Hulk. 

They were both naked, She-Hulk's emerald skin dripping wet as she and Ms Marvel indulged themselves beneath the powerful jets of the shower stream, gold hair tangling with green.

She-Hulk had her hand thrust between Carol's thighs, her fingers dipping in and out of her fellow Avenger's pussy. Carol, easily a full head shorter than She-Hulk, was at the perfect height to tongue and suck her teammate's breasts, the massive mammaries glossy, pressed tightly together, the dark green nipples sticking out hard and proud.

"Mmmnnnnnnyyyyeaaahhh!" Ms Marvel breathed as She-Hulk hurriedly fingerfucked her, running her hands down the curve of Jennifer's back to cup and squeeze her tight ass. "Unnhhhhhthhhhat's iiiiitttttt!"

Tigra watched with wide-eyed amazement, her senses flooding with raw sex – the sight, smell and sound of it. She'd always wondered what way both women swung. Now she knew...and the image of it was sending bolts of arousal blasting straight to her quickly moistening pussy.

"Fuck!" She-Hulk suddenly cried out, distracting Tigra. Ms Marvel had managed to gain the upper hand, seeking out She-Hulk's clit to run teasing circles around it before frigging the little nub, making the Jade Giantess shudder and convulse with need, her thighs parting wide.

Ms Marvel pressed the advantage, pivoting She-Hulk around and pressing her up against the cool tiles of the shower wall, her hot mouth searching out Jennifer's to kiss her voraciously, burying the fingers of one hand in her emerald cunt as the other hand busied itself with the clit, stroking and flicking it with single-minded determination.

"Oh God, Carol! God, yes! Yesss!!" She-Hulk moaned, parting her thighs wide, her hands hard on Ms Marvel's back, her toes curling on the puddled floor of the shower.

Ms Marvel sucked on a massive tit as she fingerbanged her unexpected lover up to the apex of her desire, before tipping her over into the spiralling void of release.

"Fuh-fuh-fuhhhh-fuuuuuuuuuuuuccckkkkkk!" She-Hulk screamed, every muscle in her toned body constricting as her sudden orgasm took her completely by surprise, her green face blushing as the water continued to rain down on the both of them.

Ms Marvel smirked with smug satisfaction, quickly offering her fingers up to She-Hulk's olive lips before the shower had the chance to wash them clean. She pushed her digits into Jennifer's mouth, making her suck and swallow her own fluids.

She-Hulk chuckled in response, accepting Carol's fingers between her lips, slurping them hungrily. Ms Marvel straightened, her own sizeable tits wobbling beneath the spattering stream of water. She looked to be very proudly considering herself the victor of this little one-on-one session.

She-Hulk, however, had other plans, which she quickly revealed by grabbing Ms Marvel and spinning her around, reversing their positions, slapping the sexy blonde's back against the wall.

"That tasted good," She-Hulk said. "Now let's see how you taste!"

The emerald Avenger dropped to her knees, ideally positioned to start lapping at Carol's swollen labia and the river of pleasure that was running between.

"Ohhhhsshhiiiiittttt!" Ms Marvel cried out, her clear victory now fading quickly as She-Hulk squeezed her ass and tongued her cunt with all the might she had to offer.

Tigra, hunched in the airduct, settled in to watch Round 2. But as she did, she caught wind of another pair of scents drifting from further down the line, and another pair of voices echoing in the darkness.

Turning towards the source, she stole one last glance at She-Hulk eating out Ms Marvel's pussy, one hand working her cunt while she used the other to stick her pinky finger in Carol's puckered asshole.

Ms Marvel's screams of orgasmic joy were almost enough to convince Tigra to stay and keep watching, but the promise of what might lay beyond proved too tempting. She dashed soundlessly forward, eager to see what else this wild night had to offer her...

She came to the next grate in the ducting system and, just as before, she arrived to the moaning of two separate voices. This time, however, it was a woman and a man. Peering through the slits of the grate, Tigra worked out that she was staring in at Tony Stark's private office.

At first she didn't see anything. All she could hear was groaning and the slrrp sqlllcch plllrrp of something – or more likely, someone – sucking as if their life depended on it.

The room was flooded with pheromones, and the scent made every nerve in Tigra's body hum like a livewire. She rubbed her palm against the dark patch of material covering her tender pussy as she scanned the room, looking for the spring of this overwhelming desire.

Finally she spotted them. In the corner of the room, behind a large oak desk, Tony Stark –

aka Iron Man – sat in his padded leather chair, leaning back as Natasha Romanoff – aka The Black Widow – ran her mouth up and down along his hard shaft, sucking him off with the most incredible blowjob Tigra had ever witnessed.

The red-haired Russian was moving her head up and down on the industrialist's cock with the enthusiasm and ability of a porn star, her bare breasts swaying as she gurgled around the base of his shaft. 

"NnnnJeezzuusss, Natasshhaaa!" Stark slurred. "Thassssoooo fucking gooodd!"

He hunched his hips further forward, trying to get ever more of her amazing mouth wrapped around his dick, as she broke off her sucking long enough to nibble at his balls.

"Mmmmm Tony!" She mumbled, her assassin's hands milking his pole and stroking his tight sack. "Nothing tastes quite so good as billionaire cock! It's better than caviar!" 

She popped the flushed head of his dick back between her lips, loudly slurping on it as he ran trembling hands through her scarlet locks.

"Keep wuh-working me like this, honey...and I'll have something else entirely for you to t-taste..." he said, wincing between the mind-searing sensations of her diving mouth. "...and I promise you it won't be ca-caviar!"

With her saliva sparkling on his scrotum and her hand blurring on his dick, Natasha leaned back to flash him a wicked grin.

"Promise?" She said, extending her tongue to wrap it around his helmet and the widening hole that was leaking just the first teasing drops of his jizz. 

"Fffucking guarantee!" He groaned, thrusting his pelvis up into her mouth with his eyes clenched shut.

All the while, Tigra was rubbing herself furiously, licking her own lips with a twitching need, wondering what the pair below would do if they knew she was watching them. 

"Then do it, Tony!" The Black Widow hissed, her tight fist nothing more than a high-speed haze on Iron Man's hard-as-steel cock. "Fill my mouth with it, baby! I want to feel it flowing down my fucking throat!"

Natasha's encouragement was all Stark needed. As he started to grunt and convulse, the Black Widow clamped her pouty lips around the rim of his bulging cockhead, squeezing him hard and aiming him straight for the back of her throat.

"Nnnnnnrrrrrrgggggggod!" Stark bellowed as he lost himself in Natasha's mouth, his load blasting hot and humming with energy as it ran over her tongue and down her gullet, the Russian heroine thirstily drinking down every drop he had to offer.

"Mmmmmmyyyessss!" She moaned, sponging up all the cum and drool that had collected on his cock and around his balls as Stark panted above her, trying to collect himself. "Nnnn, Tony! Always so impressive, the things you offer me."

There was no witty rejoinder from Stark. He was so lost in his breathless post-orgasmic bliss that all he could do was watch as the Black Widow stood, her ass shining in her black leather uniform, her tits rippling as she turned to his desk. 

With one sweeping motion, she scattered everything collected on top of it to the ground, hauling herself up onto its surface, the high heels of her boots scraping the varnish.

"Tell me," she said, running the zipper on the front of her outfit down so far that it left the red tuft of her pubic hair peeking out. "What else can you offer me?"

Tigra watched with her breath hooked in her throat as Stark stood, his dick hanging half-erect.

"Nothing, I'm afraid, until I recover a bit..." He said, gesturing toward his lolling member.

"Then fucking improvise!" Black Widow snapped, demonstrating her significant athletic ability by grabbing him by his neck with her ankles, using only the power of her legs to thrust his face towards her crotch. She clamped his head between her thighs, cackling with delight, as Stark grunted and garbled from beneath her smothering pussy.

Black Widow's laughter and Iron Man's moaning reverberated in the duct so loudly they drowned out the sounds coming from the room next door – but not to Tigra's ears. No, her eardrums honed in perfectly on the noises emanating from just around the corner and, just as it had done already so many times tonight, curiosity got the better of her.

Venturing onward, Tigra sought out the next exhaust opening, assured that whatever she found she'd be sure to enjoy. 

Fortune did not prove her wrong. Peering through the gaps of the vent, she found she didn't have to search for the source of the noises as she'd done in the previous room. 

Instead, the pair of them were splayed out before her in a dizzying tableau of carnal indulgence, tangled in bedsheets made filthy with their mutual desire.

In her now heated state, Tigra tore away the annoying distraction of her black briefs, settling in to watch the show with her fingers busy at her bubbling pussy.

Below her, Sersi – the Avenger belonging to an immortal race known as the Eternals – was completely naked, her dark hair falling in her eyes as she slowly fucked herself atop the Sentinel of Liberty known as Captain America, aka Steve Rogers.

They were making rhythmic love in a king-size bed by candlelight, the walls decorated with various black-and-white photos from the 1940s, leaving it obvious whose room this was.

The Captain's hands were running up and over Sersi's body, stroking her firmly defined abs, squeezing her sizeable breasts and rubbing at her small, stiff nipples. He seemed lost in wonderment, his usually formal demeanour having completely slipped away.

"D-didn't I tell you, Captain...?" Sersi asked breathily, her hips rolling on Cap's pelvis, her pussy stretched wide to accommodate his solid cock. "Didn't I s-say how good this would feel? To...to let go? To indulge in the pah!---in the passion...we've so long denied ourselves...?"

As she slid herself up and down along the length of his stalwart cock, she raked her nails through the blond curls of his chest hair, her lips curling in building need.

"You are a thing of beauty...!" He groaned, his strong hands ensnaring her tiny waist, adding his strength to her motion, making her gasp. "...I don't know how I've deprived myself of you for so--- for so long!"

"Shh, my darling!" Sersi told him, stroking her fingers over his mouth, allowing him to lick at their tips. "Now's not the time for recriminations. Now is the time...for everything we've ever wanted!"

With her last word, Sersi braced her hands on the Captain's broad torso and picked up her speed, her breasts bouncing as she started to fuck herself frantically on his cock. 

Chivalrously, Cap reached up to hold her breasts steady, though not without squeezing and playing with the exquisitely soft orbs.

With his chiselled good looks, his perfect body and his gentlemanly manner, Tigra had long nursed an attraction to the good Captain, but with his almost monkish sense of courtship and personal conduct, she'd all but abandoned any prospect of ever indulging in that attraction.

It was obvious, however, that not only did Sersi desire Cap as well, but she'd actually managed to sway him into acting on it. Tigra watched with lustful envy as the raven-haired beauty slid every perfect inch of Steve Rogers' cock in and out of her dripping womanhood.

"Mmnnhhh! Nmmmnhh! Hnnnnmmhh!" Sersi panted with every lunge, every thrust, as she threw her head back, her long black hair falling between her shoulder blades to tickle at the top of her asscrack.

"Captain! Ooohhhh, my Captain!" She cried out, her thighs dipping up and slamming down to plunge his relentless shaft into her sweaty cunt. "I'm so close, my darling! Please! I'm so utterly close!"

"Then...unh!...then by all means..." He grunted, his legs shifting beneath her. "...Ladies first!"

With her mouth parted wide open and her eyes squeezed shut, Sersi sped toward the edge of oblivion, teetering there as if in agony. 

"Unnnhhh!" She cried out, her orgasm painfully eluding here.

Using the same precision he showed whenever he slung his legendary shield, Captain America reached out to finger Sersi's clitoris, flickering the nib with a firm tenderness that hit the mark with almost violent results.

"Ohhhhnnhhnnnn! Oh! Ahhnnn! Yyeeeeeessssssssss!" Sersi screamed, smashing her sizzling pussy down against the First Avenger's pelvis, his dick resolutely firm and deep inside her.

"Ohhn! Ohh! O!" Sersi rasped, her chest heaving as she struggled to maintain her balance, floating down from the high of her orgasm like a leaf on the wind, Cap's cock pinning her in place.

"Satisfied?" Cap asked, his voice low and velvety, a tranquil smile on his face.

"Not until you are, lover." Sersi said with a saucy grin, leaning forward so that her perky breasts dangled in his face. Taking the opportunity to lick at the pink tips of her nipples, the Captain was left surprised as Sersi grabbed him by the shoulders and roughly rolled him over on the bed until he was firmly on top of her.

"It's your turn now, my darling..." She said, her eyes sparkling in the half-light, her legs wrapping around his waist. "...Fuck me with everything you have!"

They grinned to each other, happy to be sharing this secret moment, before they embraced in a needful kiss.

Tigra fingered her aching pussy, watching with wrapt attention as Captain America's buttocks clenched with every plunge and thrust into Sersi's grateful cunt, the Eternal writhing and moaning beneath him.

She lost track of how long she crouched staring at them and pleasuring herself, as Cap's famous stamina obviously extended well into the bedroom. Just as she started to wonder if he would ever cum, the strongest scent of the night wafted past her, spiking her nose with the spicy aroma of pure, unreserved sex.

Leaving the lovers to their candle-lit chamber, Tigra darted even further down the duct.

Lightning flashed and thunder cracked as Tigra approached the final room. She placed it immediately as the main drawing room of Avengers Mansion, the large bay windows exposing the storm building outside.

The two figures in front of the roaring fireplace, however, were paying the weather no attention whatsoever.

Tigra recognised the Asgardian sorceress known as the Enchantress, naked save for her headdress and arm-length gloves, her long blonde hair whipping around her face as she was fucked from behind and on all fours by none other than the Mighty Thor himself. 

"---so---so easy, in the end!" The Enchantress was in the middle of saying, her speech splintered by the merciless fucking she was receiving. "One suh!---ah!---simple...simple spell!...and all your walls just cuh!-come tumbling down...unnnh! Oouunh!"

Thor's teeth were gritted tight, his huge hands were squeezing the Enchantress's ample tits, and his thick thighs were slapping lewdly against the curve of her exquisite ass.

"Uunnhh! All the----ahhn!---all the civility thou mighty Avengers hide thyselves bee—ennhhh!---behind! All of it flicked off, like a switch. That's when – oh fffuck!....that's when the tru!-true beasts that lie ins-suh-side thy hearts are exposed! Unnnnrrhhh!"

Her words seemed to be having no effect on Thor. The only thing he was focused on was fucking the alluring sorceress with all the power he could summon, the thick cable of his godhood hammering in and out of her divine cunt.

"But you don't even care about that...do you, my handsome one? All you care about is the nectar of my----mmmnnhh!---my womanhood! And it---it feels so---so---uuuunnnhhhhhh!"

The moment overwhelmed the Enchantress, leaving her defenceless against the onslaught of pleasure that swallowed her up whole. For an untold time that evening alone, her cunney quickened as she came, her hips bucking and her fingers digging into the carpet as she wailed with release.

"Nnnnnnnhhhhyyyyyyyeeesss-sss!"

She shook and coiled, her back curving as her pussy pulsed around Thor's mighty cock. Outside, the storm swelled stronger.

Tigra couldn't take it anymore. She had been toying at her slit all night, but with this latest display she was too overcome with heat to continue denying herself. With feline flexibility, she arched her back and pivoted her hips upward, presenting her pussy to her own mouth.

With one leg reaching into the air and ravenous desire taking hold of her, she delved into licking herself out, kissing her pussylips and lashing her clit, drool plastering her chin and cunt juice spilling over her thighs.

Even with her mouth full, she never took her eyes from the view of the Asgardians fucking before her. Thor's thrusts were reaching a fever pitch now, the sounds of his cock smacking into Enchantress's cunt like the cracks of thunder booming overhead.

"Ohhhuuunnhh my Lllloorrd! My lord, strong and able! Unnnnhhhffff! Give me your seed, my lord! Give----nnnnhhhh!---give me everything you have!" The Enchantress cried out as the storm reached its crescendo, lightning filling the room in a strobe-light assault of the senses.

"Aaarrnnnnhhh!" Thor bellowed, pulling out of the Enchantress's sweetly syrupy cunt and standing to his full height, his hand pumping his engorged cock. Spinning around in place, her tits quivering as she knelt before the Odinson, the Enchantress cooed her eager encouragement. 

"Yes, my lord! Yes! Anoint me as I worship you! I beseech you, please!" 




Avengers: Some Enchanted Evening



A world-shattering crash of thunder and lightning shook the room as Thor roared with all his heart, delivering the kind of load one would expect of the God of Thunder, absolutely drenching the Enchantress in his seed, spattering it in her golden hair and leaving thick white strands hanging from her flawless face to splash on her thighs and ripe cleavage.

"Uuunhh! Hnnn! Hhn!" Thor panted, stroking his dick to shake every drop from it onto the Enchantress's perfectly-shaped, perfectly-pleased lips.

"Mmmm...to be so ordained by a God!" She murmured with deep satisfaction, her face a mess of semen and sweat. "I---I've never experienced anything like it...!"

"Verily, Amora...!" Thor said, speaking for the first time that Tigra had heard since happening upon them. "...to think of so many wasted years without thine wondrous touch..." 

"Quiet now, my love. We have all night to correct that," the Enchantress said, rubbing at his thigh as she licked the salty spunk from her lips, before flashing a look directly at the air vent above them. "Isn't that right, Ms Nelson?"

Tigra froze, her tongue wrapped around her clit and well on the way to a powerful orgasm of her own. How long had the Enchantress known she'd been watching them?

"Thou art most welcome to join us, you know," the sorceress said, standing to unashamedly present herself and her perfect body to the view of the grating. "There's no need to remain a voyeur."

There was stillness for several moments, silence, and then the sound of the grate squeaking open. Tigra dropped to the floor silently, immersed in the shadows. Cautiously, sniffing the air, she edged out into the light.

"Enjoying the proceedings, art thou?" The Enchantress asked rhetorically, eyeing Tigra's bare pussy with satisfied glee. "Well, one can only remain a spectator for so long. Come! I have need of you!"

The Enchantress raised her chin, a fat strand of Thor's cum dangling from it. Thor watched on as Tigra licked her lips, her hand buried between her thighs.

"Come here, kitty," the Enchantress said. "And get your cream..."

Outside, the storm raged over Avengers Mansion. Inside, the storm was only beginning to brew...



Avengers The Movie: What If Thor Had Been...



This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain and I wrote it down. Everyone in this story is of legal age, whoever you are, where ever you are. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. Please feel free to repost this in any non-pay site but it would be nice if you could let me know where. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. Comments are always welcome and appreciated. No character is under 18 years old.

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Natasha Romanoff, aka Natalie Roman, aka Shield Agent Romanoff, aka The Black Widow was trapped. Trapped in the expanded guts of the S.H.I.E.L.D. hellicarrier. Trapped with her worse nightmare. Trapped with the Hulk.

Fear did not come easily to Natasha. Raised as a assassin and a spy when she was just a child and later recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D., she had seen and done far too much to succumb to fear. But the Hulk... When Agent Caulson informed Natasha that she would be the one to bring in Banner a cold chill had ran down her spine. She knew handling Banner would be no problem by herself. But the Hulk... Banner was a lonely man on the run and probably desperate for a little meaningful human contact. Natasha had known that the best way to approach Banner was with a seemingly unofficial and honest way. But the Hulk... She was a gorgeous woman with a fit and toned body, heart shaped ass, flaming red hair, full lips, sparkling blue eyes and large, firm C-cup breasts. She had no problem approaching men and engaging them. But the Hulk...

Now Natasha was trapped in a situation she had never been trained for. Trapped with the Hulk. He was massive: Nearly nine feet tall, almost 3 times her width, capable of lifting or crushing several tons, more than capable of jumping 3 miles in a single leap, bullet proof and completely unpredictable. He was a mountain of unrepressed rage.

As a spy Natasha was capable of speaking a dozen different languages fluently, slipping into any number of different identities. All of which were completely useless against the Hulk.

As a assassin Natasha was capable of silently killing someone a dozen different ways. She was equally skilled in unarmed combat, firearms, knives and even poisons. All of which were completely useless against the Hulk.

As a agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Natasha had access to world class, top secret documents and Intel, the latest in high-tech weaponry and tools years more advanced than anywhere on the planet. All of which were not here in the bowels of the hellicarrier. All of which were completely useless against the Hulk.

Banner had already been worked up and treading the thin line between human and rage monster as the entire group argued but then surprise took them all. An attack on the hellicarrier happened at just the wrong moment and the explosion had knocked Natasha and Banner into the lower levels. The last straw for Banner and he started to turn. Ripping through his clothes and targeting her. She had been the one to bring Banner from Calcutta. She had been the one, it was her fault. Natasha had tried to make a run for it, to give Thor time to make it to her, but had damaged her ankle in the fall. She had made a little head way out of sheer terror, putting some distance between herself and the monster, but a back handed slap had sent her flying though the air and off a steel wall. Her skill set had left her prepared for anything she used to think. But the Hulk...

Natasha brought herself shakily to her feet as the Hulk stood growling over her, surely preparing to smash her to paste. She silently accepted what was going to be a rather sticky death. Thor would never make it in time. Natasha took what was sure to be her last breath, her firm breasts pushing against her tight uniform, and her life flashed behind her eyes. Her training as a child, jet-setting across the globe as a spy and dealing in secret files and private information, the blood she spilled and the people whose lives she had ended as a assassin, meeting Clint when he was sent to kill her but being recruited instead, being introduced to Fury, the secret missions with S.H.I.E.L.D. and recruiting Banner. As a child she was taught how to spy, how to fight, how to insinuate herself into people's lives and when best to lie, cheat, steal or kill. "No..." she suddenly thought. "how best to lie, cheat, steal, kill or seduce."

Even as a child Natasha had been beautiful and she had been taught how best to use her charms. With a overly dramatic swoon she pretended to collapse against the wall. "Oh Hulk. You win. I should have known better than to lie to Banner. No wonder you're angry. You have definitely taught me a lesson. Hulk is the strongest one there is."

The Hulk gave Natasha a strange look as he slowly raised one of his giant fists

Natasha reviewed everything she knew about the Banner/Hulk dynamic. If Banner hated something then the Hulk hated it. If Banner was hungry then the Hulk was hungry. And if Banner was attracted to someone then the Hulk was attracted to them and if Banner was lonely then the Hulk too was lonely. Natasha cocked her hips to one side and arched her back, pushing out her chest. "I bet Banner was pretty upset when he found out we had a cage for him. Probably pretty upset at me for not telling him, huh?"

Natasha slowly raised one of her hands up to the neck of her tight uniform, careful no to startle the Hulk. "Boy. It is sure hot in here, huh Hulk? I guess I shouldn't have shot that steam pipe then?" She talked slowly and lovingly to the Hulk, as if he was a child. A large potentially murderous child. "And Banner... I bet he couldn't have handled all this steam. Could he? Nope." Natasha slowly started pulling down the zipper of her uniform, exposing her slender neck and her sweaty cleavage encased in her sports bra. She dropped the pitch of her voice, going from calming to seductive. "I bet it's not too hot for you. Not for the The Incredible Hulk. I bet Banner couldn't take all this heat."

Natasha pulled the top of her uniform open, exposing her bra encased tits and gleaming abdomen, hoping her idea would work. Desperately hoping to change all of Banner's anger at her from violence into something she could use. "I can imagine all the things Banner wanted to do to me. All those mean..." Natasha shrugged her uniform off her shoulders leaving her only in her sports bra from the waist up and letting it dangle behind her. "...nasty little things." She ran her finger tips across her chest as she seductively licked her juicy lips. "To bad he wasn't man enough to catch me." She began to slowly saunter over to the Hulk. "Not like you Hulk. You caught me. Didn't you?" Natasha continued to stroke her chest with one hand and placed her other hand on the Hulk's massive chest.

The Hulk lowered his arm as woman stroked his chest with one hand and ran her other hand down her own chest, over her large tits, down her sweaty abdomen and used one finger to slowly circle her belly button. A quizzical look washed over his face as he spoke for the first time in a booming voice. "Hulk... catch Red Woman?"

"That's right Hulk. You caught me. And I bet you could do all those nasty, naughty little things to me that Banner couldn't." Natasha started to slowly run her hands down the Hulk's chest to his abs, tracing the muscles with her fingertips.

The Hulk's brow furrowed as he struggled to think. "Hulk... do... nasty things?"

"Naughty things, Hulk." Natasha whispered breathlessly as she continued to caress her chest and the Hulks rippling abs.

"Nasty, naughty things?" the Hulk whispered as he continued to stare at Natasha with confusion.

"That's right Hulk. Nasty and naughty things. Because Banner couldn't catch me." Natasha took the hand sliding across her gleaming chest and joined it the her hand caressing the Hulk.

"Banner not catch Red Woman. Hulk catch Red Woman. Hulk do nasty, naughty things to Red Woman." The Hulk bellowed, his voice vibrating against the metal walls and pipes.

"If you can catch me." Natasha lunged around the Hulk, rolling across the floor before regaining her feet and attempting to sprint away.

"If Hulk catch... huh?"

Natasha tried to run full out. If she could get far enough away from the Hulk, give herself enough room to maneuver, she could come up with a plan and escape. However it wasn't easy to maintain a sprint in the cramped quarters or with her damaged ankle. She just wasn't fast enough.

After about 30 seconds the Hulk realized that the Red Woman was escaping from him. He leapt after her, sweeping away any obstacle separating him from the Red Woman. After a few moments the simple creature caught up with the woman and grabbed her dangling uniform and used it to lift her off the floor. "Hulk catch Red Woman! Hulk do nasty, naughty things!" He yelled in triumph. The Hulk dropped his prey to the floor, grabbed her uniform with one hand and her sports bra in the other and ripped.

In an instant Natasha was nearly naked. The only clothing she had left was her black thong, her boots and enough of the lower parts of her pants to cover her calves. Her sweaty body and her large, gleaming breasts were completely exposed and her pale nipples hardened at the contact with the air. She had managed not to yell, not wanting to startle the Hulk, and stared defiantly up at his looming body in complete fear. Quickly regaining composure Natasha gave him a heavy lidded stare and used one hand to remove her sweaty, mussed hair form her eyes and her other hand to play along the tops of her heaving tits.

Natasha smiled seductively at her worse nightmare and purred. "Ohh. Very good Hulk, you caught me. I'm..." she used one hand to cup one of her large tits, "all..." she used her other hand to slide down her body and play against the front of her black thong, "...yours."

"Hulk catch Red Woman!" the green beast yelled out. "Do nasty, naughty things!" The Hulk slammed the Red Woman against a nearby wall. He grabbed both of her hands in just one of his and raised them above her head, pulling her body up straight and causing her large tits to sit up high and proud on her heaving chest.

The Hulk bent down and began trying to kiss Natasha. His thick, large tongue found her gasping mouth and plunged in. Because of the size difference a normal kiss was impossible and the Hulk began plunging his tongue in and out of Natasha's gaping mouth.

Natasha's eyes shot open in shock. "Jesus!" she thought. "His tongue is larger than most cocks. So much for trying to run for it. I've got to see this through." Using her years of experience at seduction and because of the size of the Hulk's tongue was the size of a cock anyway, Natasha decided to treat it like it was, if fact, a cock. She used her own warm, wet tongue to caress the Hulk's tongue every time it thrust into her mouth and began slowly bobbing her head back and forth while sucking hard. "Like a blowjob." She told herself. "Just treat it like any other giant, wet, thick, long cock."

Starting out the Hulk's thrusting tongue had nearly choked the frightened, sweat soaked spy, but as Natasha took control of the kiss he relaxed enough and she started to breathe easier. She moaned deep in the back of her throat as she continued to suck at the Hulk's tongue and bob her head back and forth.

The Hulk used his free hand to molest the Red Woman's gleaming chest. His hand was large enough to cover bother of her well-endowed, creamy tits and he enjoyed the way her hard, pink nipples scraped against his calloused palm.

"Fffuuucccggghhh!" Natasha tried to yell out around the tongue raping into her mouth as the Hulk molested her naked chest and she felt her body start to respond. She had never felt anything like this before. The Hulk's giant hand covered both her impressive tits so that any stimulation one of her breasts felt was felt by the other at the exact same time. Every squeeze, grab, rub and flick of the Hulk's hand was like sexual stereo. She shuddered in unwanted pleasure as her thong covered pussy became drenched. She had started out just wanting to keep the Hulk distracted long enough for Thor to find them and now she was feeling pleasure like never before.

The Hulk pulled his head back from Natasha as she unconsciously bent her head forward, not want to release his invading tongue.

The Hulk released the panting, moaning Red Woman's chest and licked his lips at the sight of her pale tits jiggling around on her chest, their natural firmness kept them from moving for too long. Her tits pointed out high on her panting chest and her nipples were small, pale little stones. The Hulk bent down and began lashing the creamy tits with his tongue and tasting the salt from her sweat.

"Oh Fuck!" Natasha screamed out in unwanted pleasure before quickly clamping her sore mouth shut. "Don't want... don't want to..." It was so hard for her to think straight with this much bliss shooting through her body. "Don't want to s... startle... startle him." She bit her bottom lip and screwed her eyes shut in concentration. Trying not to yell out is sexual pleasure, but it was the hardest thing she had ever done. She had never had someone treat her tits like this. Hell, nobody but the Hulk was capable of treating her tits like this.

The Hulk's large tongue lashed at the Red Woman's pale chest. His tongue was so large that is could completely envelope one whole tit allowing him to lick and lift the whole fleshy orb, scrapping at her hard nipples before letting the tit fall to gravity. The Red Woman shivered with each long lick and began moaning and grunting louder and louder each time. The Hulk gave one long, drawn out swipe to one delicious tit and then the other, alternating back and forth. Driving the sexy female wild.

With one long lick Natasha moaned, unable to hold it in anymore. "Fuuuucccckkkk..." finishing it with a hiss and still trying to not shout out. Every time she felt the Hulk's tongue licking at her chest she pushed her tits out farther, trying to shove as much of her heated flesh against his monstrously large tongue as possible, not wanting it to miss an inch of her. Her breath was coming in sharp, ragged gasps as she felt herself responding more and more to the Hulk's violent treatment to her body. She squeezed her thighs together and rubbed them back and forth wanting, needing, craving the friction. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and she could feel her juices mixing with her sweat and sliding down her legs to puddle on the floor.

The Hulk lashed his tongue sideways across the Red Woman's tits, enjoying the taste of her sweat and the feel of her nipples as they scraped his tongue. He lifted his head up a little to stare at her quivering breasts rising and falling with each of her panting breaths. "Hulk like pretty tittes." The beast snorted before bending back down.

"Jesus Fuck!" Natasha screamed out suddenly. The Hulk had taken his mouth and placed it entirely over one of her gleaming tits and sucked hard. The whole tit fit easily into his mouth with enough room for him to lick and stroke the firm flesh with his wet tongue. Natasha couldn't keep silent anymore. "Oh Fuck, Jesus, Ohhh! Mmmmm oh fuck oh fuck, mmmm oh god!" she screamed out in pure, unwanted pleasure. The Hulk released her tit with a loud smacking sound and started in on the other quivering tit. "Fuck!" she yelled. All thought about not startling the Hulk was forgotten. All thought was gone. All that mattered was the feel of her chest being assaulted by the monster.

Natasha squeezed her toned thighs together, desperate for the friction, desperate to cum. Her stark terror had first turned to near animalistic lust and now it was a near inhuman need to cum. She no longer cared that the Hulk was a gamma irradiated monster that had nearly killed her, all that mattered to the sweat soaked and lust driven secret agent was that he make her cum.

The Hulk released the Red Woman's pale flesh and lifted his head up to stare at her. "Red Woman taste good."

Natasha barely had the energy to open her eyes. Her mouth was parted as she panted and gasped for breath, licking her scarlet lips and trying to stare bleary eyed at the monster. "Tha... thanks."

The Hulk leaned close to the Red Woman's face and grinned. "Hulk taste more!" Using his free hand he ripped off her thong, exposing her over heated, drooling pussy.

As the Hulk tore away Natasha's black thong, the material threaded though her tight ass cheeks and slid across her puckered asshole and swollen pussy lips, causing her to scream out. "Aaarrrrrgghh!" "Jesus. Almost (pant)... almost there. Cum. I need to (pant)... need to cum." She thought desperately. The feel of her wet, naked cunt exposed to the air caused a shudder to run through her body as she panted in lust and causing her tits to jiggle on her heaving chest. As the Hulk bent down she unconsciously spread her creamy thighs, her labia opening slightly and a stream of her hot juices streamed to the floor.

The Hulk took a moment to sniff quizzically at the Red Woman's open pussy and licked his lips in anticipation. He stuck his long tongue out and licked at the moisture between the Red Woman's legs and causing her to moan out. He watched her panting chest, almost hypnotized by her swaying tits. The Hulk smacked his lips and grinned. "Red Woman taste good. Hulk want more!" the green beast bellowed as he shoved his inhumanly long tongue into the Red Woman's sopping pussy.

"Finally!" Natasha screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. The Hulk's tongue filled her more than any cock she had ever taken as it slid through her tight cunt and stretched her overheated walls. "Fuck!" she screamed as the Hulk released her hands as he tongue fucked her and she used her now freed hands to grip his hair and wrapped her toned and creamy legs around the green beasts head. The Hulk was using one hand to hold Natasha up, her tight ass seated in his palm and used the thumb of its other hand to strum across her sweat slick tits. With every flick of the Hulk's thumb her tits swished back and forth on her heaving chest and she squealed out every time his callused thumb scraped across her hard nipples.

The Hulk moaned in pleasure, a deep rolling rumble that started in his massive chest and vibrated up his neck to his thrusting tongue as more of her juices filled his mouth.

"Oh Fuck Yes!" Natasha screamed out as she came again. It was too much, the Hulk's callused thumb abusing her jiggling tits, her firm ass cheeks scrapping against his rough palm and his thick tongue stretching her pussy more than it had ever been before. Natasha began thrusting her hips up to meet his probing tongue, humping against the Hulk's mouth and face-fucking the nearly mindless beast.

The Hulk grunted, enjoying the taste between the Red Woman's legs that were wrapped around his head. He wanted more and he knew how to get it. He moved his pinky finger on his hand holding the sweaty Red Woman's ass as she grinded against him.

Natasha froze, her eyes wide in shock and fear as she felt the Hulk's pinky finger move across her toned ass. "no" she whispered. In an instant the sweat from her body combined with the cum drooling from her over-heated cunt allowed the Hulk to penetrate her tiny, tight, puckered little asshole. "Aaarrrggggh! Fuuuuucccccckkkkk..." she screamed, as her tightest hole was violated and the Hulk's pinky finger slid inside of her.

The Hulk's littlest finger was easily the size of the biggest cock Natasha had ever had, and combined with the Hulk's tongue stretching her pussy, her body was filled like it had never been before. With a lust filled thrust onto the Hulk's finger and tongue she came and screamed out in pleasure. "Ooooo hhhh Godddddddd!" Natasha came harder than any time in her life. She screamed as she slammed her tight ass down, loving the unwanted penetration and gripping the Hulk's head with her toned thighs as her upper body thrashed around. Her firm, large tits sloshed around on her heaving chest as she shook and shuddered in the wake of the most savage orgasm she would ever have in her life. Wave after wave of electric pleasure crashed and tore through her sweating, lust filled body. Natasha struggled to remain conscious as her body peaked higher than it ever would again.




Avengers The Movie: What If Thor Had Been...



As her orgasm began to ebb, Natasha felt herself begin to slip into unconsciousness and lost her grip on the Hulk's head and her thighs went numb as tiny tremors rippled through her muscles. She slid out of the Hulk's hands and fell flat onto the floor, in a puddle of her own cum, in front of the great beast. She meekly tried to lift herself up but realized it was useless. The most powerful orgasm she had ever had left her completely helpless. Natasha could do nothing except lay naked in a sweaty, prone heap at the Hulk's feet as he stood and stared down, smiling at her. Through her wide, fearful, bleary eyes she could see the massive erection trying to rip its way out of the Hulk's pants. It was easily the size of one of her thighs and nearly as long as her entire torso. It would easily split her in half and all she could do was occasionally twitch as she came down from her orgasm.

"Hulk do nasty, naughty things to Red Woman." The Hulk bellowed as he began reaching for the front of his pants.

With a sudden crash Thor burst through the wall and carried the Hulk to the other side of the room and through the wall at the opposite side.

"Bout time." Natasha moaned, shuddering in fear at the thought of being fucked by the Hulk's massive erection. "Gotta find my spare uniform." She dreamily thought as she began crawling to the stairs.

The End. 



Avengers: Topping Pepper



They were friends, but Natasha rarely called Pepper. Categorical distrust of cell phones. Pepper didn't even have a picture associated with her number; just the anonymous silhouette. She'd had a picture for Natalie Rushman, but that had been a cover identity. Using it for Natasha was like... using a picture of Tina from Accounting before the gender-reassignment surgery. 

Pepper waited until she was indoors, out of the muggy Miami night and into the blessedly stark interior of her apartment building, where the AC was set to a permanent 55 like they wanted people to wear furs inside. She answered as she moved for the elevator. "Hello Nat. Business or pleasure?" 

"Always a pleasure," Natasha replied, terse for her, "but business. Do you still have superpowers?" 

Pepper stepped inside, hit her floor, and leaned heavily against the wall. "If you're asking whether I'm still struggling with a debilitating medical condition, the answer is yes." 

"Good. Come down to the Roxxon shipping yards, I need you to beat up a guy in a mechanized rhinoceros suit." Natasha matched her snideness for snideness. "He'll be the one in the mechanized rhinoceros suit." 

"Nat, I am not a superhero." 

"Well, there aren't any other Avengers in Miami, your boyfriend blew up all his suits, and your crush brought down SHIELD. You're what I've got." 

"First of all, I do not have a crush on Steve Rogers. Secondly, that was Tony's idea." 

Natasha gave an affronted silence at Tony having ideas of his own. "Are you coming or do I have to drop a crane on this guy?" 

The elevator opened on her penthouse. Pepper sighed. Her bed called longingly to her. "I don't want some dumb codename." 

"You go by Pepper." 

"That's a cute nickname. People have those. Nobody goes by 'Hawkeye' or 'Black Widow'. Not unless they're a G.I. Joe toy." 

"Now I'm a G.I. Joe toy. I must really be getting Americanized. Please hurry." Natasha hung up abruptly. 

Pepper went to her closet. What did one wear to a superhero fight? 

*** 

"Bartender, could you turn that up, please?" Natasha asked, flashing an insidious smile, and he turned the volume up on the TV mounted above the bar, loud enough to be heard over as desultory a night as this one. 

The bar was not at all what Pepper had imagined when Natasha had invited her out for drinks post-brawl; a country and western place with a population of shitkickers, truckers, and what looked like the Sons of Anarchy playing pool. Pepper guessed Clint had introduced her to the place. 

She automatically tallied it in her head. There were no obnoxious fratboy shenanigans—everyone kept their heads down and respected each other's distance, the obvious signs Pepper and Natasha gave of taking the night off. Conversation was muted. Music was Willie Nelson. Beer was reasonably priced and not at all watered down. Natasha had ordered Pepper a bottle of something that smirked of Pennsylvania Dutch. It went down smooth and started a furnace-fire behind her gut. Pepper sipped as she watched the TV. 

"As you can see here, dramatic footage of a battle between the Hate-Monger terror cell and Black Widow, foiling an attempt to bring knockoff Iron Man armor into the city of Miami, possibly from Cuba. However, the superhuman you see fighting alongside the Widow is not Iron Patriot or any of the Avengers, but Virginia Potts, the ex-girlfriend of Tony 'Iron Man' Stark..." 

Some of the whiskey went down the wrong tube. Pepper hacked. "I run the damn company!" 

Natasha shrugged. "At least they're not bringing up your nudes." 

"I don't have nudes." 

"Neither did I. But releasing SHIELD's secrets means releasing all SHIELD's secrets." Natasha stole Pepper's bottle again, poured into a line of shotglasses. 

"And here we can see Ms. Potts—reportedly codenamed 'Rescue'—being hit by that mechanical rhinoceros, actually penetrating through a ship in drydock... I think we have another angle on that... yes, there, you can see her emerging from the other side of the ship, landing there on that car, now she's getting up and obviously, all of us at KLVX News are very pleased that she and Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow—" 

"Natasha Romanova," the spy stressed. "How hard is it to get right? I'm a woman. My name ends in an A. How low do I have to pull my zipper?" 

"—are both well, we've received word from the Avengers' press liaison that both are not seriously injured, though obviously they're not in a position to be making a statement just yet, we're expecting a press conference to be held in the morning once all the facts are in—that's Virginia Potts, CEO of Stark Enterprises and former girlfriend of Tony Stark..." 

A file photo came up. It was seven years old; nowadays her breasts were about an inch lower. 

"You look cute," Natasha said. 

"Photoshop. See how I don't have any freckles?" 

The newsreader went on: "Virginia Potts, of course, experimented on with the Extremis drug late last year during the Mandarin terror campaign, before being rescued by her then-boyfriend, Avenger Tony Stark..." 

"How many times are they going to say you two dated?" Natasha needled. 

"Wanna make a drinking game of it?" 

"No, just wanna drink." 

"Cheers." 

And on: "We're told her condition is stable, but obviously many of the side effects of the Extremis treatment are still present. Can we roll that footage again? Yes, you can see here her actually breathing fire owing to her hyper-evolved metabolism, basically manipulating her own body heat like some species of beetles... we're going now to Dr. Kapoor at the studio in Atlanta, Dr. Kapoor, what can you tell us about Extremis?" 

"You paid for the bottle, right?" Pepper asked Natasha. 

"I smiled at a nice man and he paid for it..." 

"Then let's take it and go." 

*** 

Natasha's car drove itself. It was handy. 

"Why aren't you and Stark seeing each other anymore?" Natasha asked after a swig from the bottle. 

Undercover, Natasha could disseminate with the best of them, words like smoke signals from a cold fire inside her. The same way Pepper coded and placated and managed Tony, managed his messes, Natasha used words like scalpels, performances, cutting away parts of herself to be seen as nonthreatening, as uncompassionate, as whatever she had to be. 

Ever since Pepper had found out Natasha was SHIELD, and even more impressively, let her keep her cover to deal with Hammer and Vanko, they'd done each other the respect of dispensing with the bullshit. 

"I didn't like him putting his work ahead of me. Then I became his work. It wasn't the best fix for our relationship," Pepper said, laying her hand open on her lap in a subtle gesture for the bottle. Natasha wouldn't relinquish it until she was satisfied. Talks with her could be like poker games when the subject turned to business. 

"Extremis?" Natasha asked coyly. 

"I don't explode, but I still breathe fire. Call that fixed?" 

"I've seen worse. Not that worse can't be useful..." 

"I killed someone with it. That's about as 'worse' as it gets." 

Natasha handed over the bottle. Pepper took a confrontational swig, knew her throat was glowing as the liquor burned its way down. She did that sometimes. 

"It could be a good thing," Natasha theorized out loud, arranging her long legs under her body in the car's spacious interior. "Not having to worry about being kidnapped unless your kidnapper is fireproof. Useful for Iron Man's girlfriend." 

Pepper gave her an unamused look. "He wanted to keep... tinkering. There are drawbacks, you see." 

"Like what?" 

"You don't know?" 

Natasha shifted her head. "I try not to spy on people I care about. New Year's resolution. Knowing people's internet search history is a curse, not a blessing." 

Pepper drank. Her whole chest burned. "It's embarrassing. Tell me about that time you and Clint had sex, so we're even." 

"What makes you think we've had sex?" 

Pepper raised an eyebrow. 

Natasha gestured for the bottle, in a cocky way, like she would be showing the lightweight American how to drink. "Firstly, it wasn't my idea for him to grow a hot-ass goatee..." 

*** 

Pepper couldn't actually see the footage on the laptop, standing in the doorway of her office. She just saw Natasha sitting at her desk, face lit up by it. They hadn't turned on the lights. Some things were easier in the dark. 

She didn't need to see the footage either. She still remembered. It'd happened once before, so she'd agreed to let Tony wire the place with hidden cameras, scientific instruments, all moderated by JARVIS. It wasn't like she was being watched. It was like—the family dog was watching her undress. Still, she hadn't masturbated until that shower at the end of a long day. 

She remembered the feel of cold ivory tiles as she leaned against the wall of the shower, then the hot water hitting her body—bliss. She'd stayed under the steaming water for long minutes before lathering her body with long, caressing strokes. The slippery film of imported soap felt almost as good as the massage from the showerhead. 

She'd cupped her breasts as she rinsed them off, remembering with a smile the stunned look on Tony's face the first time he'd seen them, that nude beach in Brazil where he'd given her the day off, sure she wouldn't take off her bikini top. 

Her nipples were tingling under the hot jets of water, the same way they had that day she'd taken it off—"Will that be all, Mr. Stark?"—and walked away, into the surf, knowing he'd never had her. Then, years later, the frenzy when he finally had. 

Her hand had slid down her belly, slipping over the mixture of water and soap that ran from the shower spray. Her clit had been itching. She'd pinched it. Sat against the little shelf on the opposite side of the shower, full of hygiene products and razors, more of Tony's goop than her own. Her legs had spread. She'd opened her sex, letting the hot water wash over the pink lips, the sensation tantalizing enough before she used both her hands to open up the sensitive area. 

"Ooooh," she'd moaned. The camera had picked it up, because Pepper could hear it coming from the laptop now. JARVIS had flagged it sensitive material; an understatement. She'd had to confirm three security checks before he'd let her show it to Nat. 

Pepper knew what Natasha was seeing now. Her leaning back against the wall. No need to rub her clit anymore. Just let the steaming water do the job for her. Her mind wandering from the physics of the situation to a very well-versed imagination. Picturing a man kneeling on the floor of the shower. Eating her pussy as the water massaged her clit. Holding his head tight against her, cascading water scattering across her aching breasts before his hands grabbed, hot enough to dry them. 

Then her ass moving in little circles against that shelf, Pepper not caring as a few bottles of salon conditioner hit the drain. Her pussy had boiled; her clit stung. Groans filled the shower as much as steam. Sharp skewers of water clawing at her breasts, relieving her stiff nipples even as they tortured them. 

Then, the only reason Pepper had agreed to this. The moment Natasha had flashed through her mind. The mutual attraction they'd never acted on; too close to the unspoken desire she'd finally let out with Tony. People called Pepper orderly—she'd even queued up her fantasies. Now, the Tony option explored, she'd replaced the man with Natasha. Natasha, naked, knowing, understanding. Knew what to do with her pussy. Understanding how she wanted it eaten. 

The thought of Natasha watching as Pepper masturbated to the thought of her—Pepper watching Natasha see it—it was too kinky to resist. Pepper committed the recursive sight to her photographic memory, the delicious question of whether Natasha realized or didn't... even the spy's famous poker face suddenly ambiguous. Unsure. 

Then the rest of it had happened. No orgasm, just a snake's hiss as the shower water was suddenly pounding against red-hot skin, feet melting the metal drain to slag, turning the tile molten, Pepper screaming out of the shower, trying to calm herself down as her footsteps set the shower mat on fire, the towels, the bathroom. 

Over and over again, the thought of exploding, even if she knew that was impossible. Tony rushing in, putting her out with a fire extinguisher that had actually helped no matter how undignified it had been, even as his presence made it worse—Pepper worrying that he'd be caught in the explosion, the worry making her emotions run hotter, her emotions making her body burn brighter. 

After half-an-hour, Tony had unbuttoned his shirt, smeared with sweat. The bathroom had been burnt down to the bulkheads meant to protect it from attack, like every other room in the house. She'd finally been talked down. But even then, hearing Tony talk about fixing her, the detail of her masturbation an exciting new variable in his problem-solving process, she'd known the relationship was over. She couldn't be with him. She couldn't be with anyone. 

Natasha shut the laptop. "Who were you thinking about?" 

Pepper's head shot up from where it had hung. "Who...?" She'd been spoiled dealing with Tony. She had to remember he was very non-genius for a genius. Natasha couldn't build an arc reactor, but she was more intuitive. Had to be to survive. 

"There's a little vein that throbs in your forehead when you're thinking about Tony. I can see it now. It wasn't there when you were touching yourself." Natasha spoke clinically, but not unsympathetically. It was a good 'low-affect' voice. The kind Pepper would've used to fire someone. "So who?" 

"Obadiah Stane." 

Natasha nodded. 

"You knew?" 

"I read up on you. Don't worry, it's not in the file." Natasha stood. "You had no social life to speak of. Your only long-term relationships were with him, Tony, Rhodes, and Hogan. Even on purely sexual terms, that limits your options. You weren't going to be another notch on Tony's bedpost. Rhodes was the best friend; he wouldn't. Hogan isn't your type. Stane's the only logical choice." Natasha tilted her head to the side, somehow conveying an acceptance of Pepper's reasoning, a girlfriendish 'let's dish' that was somehow mature. "Must've been alright if you still thought about it, after all this time. And him trying to kill you." 

"Tony stopped being taboo around the time he got me—abstract art of a giant rabbit for Christmas. And you know how redheads are." 

Natasha spread her hands. "SHIELD pulled that bunny out of the wreckage. We thought it was a sex thing." 

"You guys thought Tony was some sort of furry?" 

"We think Tony's some sort of everything. How practiced are you with rough trade?" Natasha asked seamlessly. 

"Comfortable," Pepper answered reluctantly. "Don't tell me—" 

"Yes." 

"But we're—" 

"Yes." 

"You're—" 

"Yes." 

Natasha unzipped her catsuit. Underneath, a tanktop and boy-shorts. Pepper had always wondered. 

"I still can't believe you wore that to a battle royale." 

"If you're going to be on the news, it can't be in a sweatsuit." 

*** 

Natasha moved fast. Even as Pepper convinced herself to strip down to her underwear—no further—Natasha had unplugged a lamp from the wall, then ripped its power cord out of the unit itself. She looped the cord around her shoulder. Went to Pepper's sock drawer, got out the discreet black box, opened it and took out the indiscreet, hot pink vibrator inside. Pepper didn't ask how Nat had known it was there. 

Finally, she looked Pepper over. Apparently, she was adequate. Natasha shoved Pepper onto the bed. Took a pair of Flexicuffs from a thigh holster and did each of Pepper's wrists to the headboard. Pepper obligingly tried to pull herself free, but didn't have an inch of give. 

"You know I could burn right out of these," Pepper said as Natasha shucked her underwear off for her. 

"Don't," Natasha said warningly. She clicked the vibrator on. "I'm going to use this on you." The steady buzzing sound seemed so loud, Pepper was surprised it didn't drown her voice out. 

The humming instrument touched Pepper's thigh. Pepper made a slight, conceding noise. "That feels nice." 

"Wait until I get to your clit," Natasha told her, moving the vibrator steadily along Pepper's thigh. "Tell me, how did Stane first fuck you?" 

Pepper bit her lip, closing her mouth tightly shut even as her legs opened a bit wider. The vibrator touched her pussy. Pepper felt herself clenching, but there was nothing inside her yet, just the tip of the dildo. 

Pepper wiggled her hips, trying to coax the vibrator further in, but Natasha pulled her hand back. She'd rather stop than let Pepper weasel out of answering a question. 

"Tell me everything," Natasha reiterated. 

Pepper shuddered, no longer sure which she was anticipating more, the vibrator going inside or reliving the memories of her time with Stane, relaying them to Natasha, her dirty little secret smeared all over her. 

"In Dubai—business deal—Tony ditched us to go parasailing—" Natasha teased the vibrator in exploratory circles, widening and narrowing it so it approached Pepper's throbbing clit from all sides, almost touching it, never touching it. Pepper hunched her hips up, trying to work her clit against the tormenting vibration. "Come on, you can't just touch my clit?" 

"Tell me if you want me to fuck you," Natasha insisted, her voice level but with a bit of husk in it. 

"I went to bed... I was wearing this nightie my last boyfriend had gotten me, really comfortable but just... way too slutty. I wasn't even wearing panties, I'd done some drinking with Obi and our host and when I went to bed I tried to masturbate." Pepper felt a smile work its way across her lips. Not the memory. The vibrator was getting closer to where she needed it. "I didn't put them back on... Stane came into my room. We'd flirted a bit at the meeting... he'd looked at me... fuck, Natasha, if you're going to touch that, keep it there!" 

Natasha pushed the vibrator a little further into Natasha's cunt, a wet little sound as it was blunted in her dampness. "Then what?" 

"Jesus, God, just five seconds—" 

Natasha pulled the vibrator away. Left it humming an inch from Pepper's sex. "Then what?" 

"He stood over my bed. Stared down at me. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but he got on the bed, took my hands away from my... from my pussy. I didn't say anything. He knew he had me. He just looked at me and I spread my legs and he went down on me. I didn't even realize what he was doing at first. Just... that it felt good... God, Natasha, put it back." 

"Not yet. I want to touch you somewhere else first." Natasha lifted the vibrator to one of Pepper's stiff nipples. Pepper felt ripples going into her breast, into her body, down to flicker behind her clit. "You liked it. Him eating your cunt." 

Pepper's ears burned, hearing Natasha use that word. Her whole body burned. "It felt so good... and looking down, seeing him licking my pussy so hard... oh God... he'd been waiting so long to do it, I knew, he loved how I tasted..." 

Natasha pressed the vibrator to Pepper's other breast. "Then what did he do?" 

"He just kept licking my pussy. I didn't want him to stop, but I couldn't get my brain to shut off. I started thinking of Tony, and what I would say to him, felt guilty, and I said... I said I was going to tell him..." 

The vibrator wandered down Pepper's stomach, Natasha stopping it just above her cunt. Then she touched its tip to the aching little nub that had been demanding attention since they'd started. 

"Oh God!" Pepper cried, feeling rapid tremors pouncing deeper into her body. "That's so good, that's so fucking good!" 




Avengers: Topping Pepper



"I know, Pepper." Natasha smiled a little condescendingly at her friend before taking the vibrator away. "What'd Stane do after you told him?" 

"He slapped me, right across the face. It hurt, but, between my legs... in the pit of my stomach... I felt this heat and this excitement." Pepper closed her eyes as Natasha rewarded her honesty with another touch of the vibrator. "I don't know if he knew I'd like it or if, oh!, he didn't care. I threatened him again... he really slapped me... I was so turned on. He was too. I said I'd do whatever he wanted if he just didn't hit me anymore. But I meant... as long as he didn't stop hitting me..." 

Pepper could feel the pleasure making its way through her, starting at her clit, racing through her nerves down to her curling toes, up to the beads of sweat on her forehead. She squeezed her eyes shut, saw her eyelids beginning to glow.  

"I don't want you to come yet," Natasha said with that sensual mix of clinical detachment and voyeuristic enjoyment. "I'll put it back on your clit soon enough, but first I'm going to penetrate you with it." 

Pepper nodded frantically. "Fuck me with it. Fuck me, Nat!" 

Natasha moved the plastic shaft along Pepper's wet folds. "Did he keep hitting you, Pepper?" She stared into Pepper's eyes, coating the vibrator with Pepper's juices using only her sense of hearing. She'd wait until it sounded wet enough. "Did you like it?" 

"God, bitch! You know I did. He told me to suck his cock—I didn't really know how, I wasn't some sorority girl... he made me stop sometimes, as I tried... slapped me around... told me to do better... God, I wanted him to fuck me." Pepper looked down at her body. Her fucking belly button was glowing. "Shit, Natasha, you'd better stop." 

Natasha slapped her. So hard, her cheek burned hotter than Extremis. "We stop when I say we stop. Tell me what happened after you sucked Obadiah Stane's cock." 

Pepper's teeth grinded together. "What do you think happened? He came! God, I almost choked, there was so much—he made me swallow all of it. And lick his cock and—thank him. For giving me all his... semen. I kept licking him until he got hard again—it didn't take long—kept squeezing my tits, ran his hands all over my body... my pussy. Sucked my tits... fuck, Natasha...!" 

"No." With the hand that wasn't holding the vibrator, Natasha brought up the lamp cord she'd collected earlier. One-handed, she looped it around Pepper's throat and pulled it tight. "You're not allowed to burn. I'm letting you come, but you don't get to burn. Understand?" She pulled the cord tighter. "Understand me?" 

Pepper nodded. For a moment, feeling the tightness around her neck, she'd really been afraid Natasha would hurt her. Kill her. She focused all her willpower on stopping the Extremis, cooling herself down. Then she felt the vibrator against her asshole. 

"What are you doing? Fuck! You're going to make me burn up! I'm... I'm fucking burning all over!" 

"You can come if you want," Natasha repeated, pulling the cord taut and then loosening it. "You just can't burn." She smiled in thought. "Wouldn't it be nice if we had two vibrators? I could put one in your pussy—another in that tight ass of yours." 

Pepper's eyes rolled back in her head. She could just see it, imagine it. She was tingling all over. 

Natasha was winding her finger around the cord. Getting a better grip on it. "Don't make me wait, Pepper. What did Stane do once he was hard?" 

"He pushed me back on the bed, licked me all over, all over my body. Started at my toes, ended up at my neck, but he saved my pussy for last... after I was all wet for him... I came all over his face, but he didn't stop, he just kept licking until I'd come for him again and again and..." 

Pepper tried to moan, tried to groan, but the cord was cutting everything off. Keeping it all inside. Even Extremis. She felt it burning inside her, but she could keep it contained, like a flame inside a lantern. It just burned so hot... 

"Somehow he knew when I was ready. He said he was going to fuck me, and I was so turned on. I slapped at him, just enough to get him to hold me down... why don't you fuck me while I tell you how he did? I can show you how he made me come..." 

The teasing vibrator moved back up, over Pepper's sex, but it didn't stop this time. Natasha pushed it in slowly, letting her eyes drop to its entry, jerking on the cord around Pepper's neck when her folds began to brighten. 

"Please, Nat..." Pepper begged, moving her body forward as best she could to capture the buzzing tormenter. But only when the glow had faded did Natasha smile approvingly, loosen the cord, push more of the vibrator inside. "Yes... thank you..." 

She moaned as the vibration sank, almost stilled inside her cunt, undetectable now except for the intense tremors she felt inside her, sending spasms up her stomach, as far as her breasts, where her nipples tightened like they were being crushed.  

Pepper continued the story without being prompted. "His cock was so big... he pressed it against my pussy, I could feel how hard he was. I told him I couldn't take it—begged him not to fuck me. He laughed. Said he'd fuck me whenever he pleased. It was his right as my, as my boss..." 

Wordlessly, Natasha pulled the vibrator almost all the way out of Pepper's cunt; immediately shoved it back in. Fucking her with it. Pepper cried out shrilly. She'd never felt anything like it before, like a cock, but so different, making her pussy quiver, her clit burn. She closed her eyes and thought only of controlling Extremis, letting her pleasure run rampant. 

"He told me I'd better get used to being fucked by him! He was going to do it morning, noon, and night! Said he was going to make me suck him when I wasn't fucking him! Lying on top of me, holding my wrists above my head... told me to wrap my legs around him..." 

Pepper was starting to glow again. Natasha pulled hard on the cord, making it bite into Pepper's graceful throat. She gagged and gasped, her nipples still erect, her pussy still wet as the Extremis died down. It turned Natasha on. She reached down to her itching clit, gave it exactly what she knew it needed. Drove the vibrator deeper into Pepper as she rubbed at her own burning clit. 

"I said I wouldn't... he slapped me, slapped me so hard..." 

Natasha's hand flicked away from her clit, lifting to Pepper's face and crashing hard against her cheek, then going back to her own pussy. The blow seemed to knock the words out of Pepper's throat. 

"I put my legs around him! He fucked me! He tore me apart and it felt so good!" 

Natasha saw her opening and she took it. She grabbed the cord with her left hand, masturbated herself with that palm, even though it pulled the cord around Pepper as tight as a noose. And she leaned over Pepper's cunt and placed her lips right above the vibrator her right hand was fucking Pepper with. 

"Yes! Yes! Suck my clit! Fuck my cunt!" Pepper loved the taste of the dirty words, used her last breath to say them before the cord cut into her throat. She couldn't breathe, couldn't burn. She had control, but it was Natasha's, Natasha was making her come, Natasha wouldn't let her explode. The vibrator was a hard cock pumping wonderful vibration into her whole quivering body, the wet mouth on her clit was soft and still, she wanted to hold all of Natasha tight against her sex but her hands were still bound. The cuffs hadn't burnt. She wasn't burning. 

Pepper felt Natasha's sharp little teeth clench on her clit just as she came, throwing fuel on a sudden, flameless fire. A soundless explosion. She let her body dance to the tune Natasha was whispering into her sex, clenching, tightening, flints deep inside her rubbing hard and fast, shooting out liquid sparks, but no flame. No smoke. 

Natasha let the cord go inch by inch, letting Pepper only have a little air as she continued to pump the vibrator into her, making her and letting her writhe. Slowly, the glow died down and Pepper was allowed to breathe freely and the wild bucking stopped, Pepper came back down to Earth. She moaned, soft and satisfied, as she slumped down and let Natasha ease the vibrator out at least from her tender sex. 

"I came... I can't believe it... you made me come! How can I ever thank you?" 

Natasha rose to her full height, stripping off her shirt. Her panties had disappeared at some point. Her pussy was wet and just the right size for Pepper's tongue. "What do you think?" 

"Can you uncuff me first?" 

Natasha's head tilted to the side. "What do you think?"



Avenging Angel



I was at an after party for a major awards show. I had won for "Best New Artist" and I was really taking advantage of the open bar to drink to my success. My girlfriend was over talking to some other glammed up women when this man in all black, sporting an impressive moustache, came over to me and congratulated me on my win.

I don't know how coherent I was, but I managed to say thanks and let him get me another drink. He moved away after a few minutes and I stumbled to the men's to do what most men do there. I was feeling less than steady on my feet and the hallway tilted like something out of a Blackpool fun house, but I think I managed to get to it.

The next thing that registered at all I was laying down in the back of a moving vehicle, I tried to sit up and open the door but a hand restrained my arm and a disembodied voice warned me that we were going pretty fast and if I fell out of the car I'd be smashed to pieces. 

When I came to, after a fashion, I was lying on my back on a bed. My shirt was open and my arms were fixed straight out to my sides with what felt like leather cuffs. My head was swimming and the room seemed really fuzzy around the edges. 

Hospital? I vaguely hoped. But when a mouth pressed itself over mine and began kissing me, I had the feeling that I was not going to get the kiss of life here. OK, I thought I could deal with being kissed; my lips being tickled and scratched by a moustache was a new sensation, not altogether unpleasant, just different.

When he parted my lips to tongue me I clamped my jaws tight. He chuckled "I see you're awake" and then, "OK we'll move on to something else."

And he did. I felt the weight of his body on mine as he slid down, opened my shirt further and ran his hands over my chest. "Smooth as a boy's" he murmured, before he bent to take one of my nipples in his teeth. I made a noise of shock and protest and tried to buck him off of me. He just laughed at my efforts and bit down harder. 

It finally made it through my booze and whatever else addled brain that I was totally in this person's control. He outweighed me, and guessing by the way he easily covered my body with his, was at least half again my height. Considering I'm not a very tall man this wasn't exactly hard.

Speaking of hard, I know I wasn't but I certainly could tell he was. When he left off my nipples and moved down further he straddled my legs and sat up on them. Somewhere along the evening I seemed to have been stripped from the waist down and his jean wrapped erection, like a rock pressed into my thigh, sent panic waves to my brain.

He reached for something off to the side of the bed, I heard a click and then my album started playing in the room. He leaned over me and took my head in his hands, he got very close to my face and said; "You really are beautiful." When I said nothing, he tightened his grip, "You know that you want this. I can tell by listening to your music. You are too sensitive to be straight, despite all your interviews where you claim to be. I'm going to do you a favour, and show you your true nature." 

Oh god! Talk to this guy! My voice sounded really far away, "I'm not gay, I'm not sure how to convince you of that but I have a girlfriend!" I swallowed trying to get the spit to come back into my dry mouth "look I don't know who you are, if you let me go now I promise not to try to track you down or call the police."

My words were met by a few moments of silence, aside from the next song on the CD. It was very surreal to be in this situation on its own, but to have my voice singing to me as the soundtrack to it was not helping. 

"Denial is a sad thing. You'll see I'm right." With that he took my legs in his arms and my cock into his mouth. I tried to free myself but he tightened his grip on my legs and held them firmly down at his side. 

All right, I thought to myself, this is nothing new you can deal with this. I closed my eyes and tried to picture my girlfriend's lips there instead of his, but the moustache bristling against my shaft was making that really difficult.

Switching gears, I tried to picture my military schoolmate instead. I wasn't pure in that regard, after I went to an all boy's school from boarding to military school, and did have a few incidents of mutual masturbation and one time, drunk on cheap stolen wine, did let one of my classmates go down on me. 

It wasn't working. I could not get the reality of the situation out of my mind; I knew it was leading up to something I wouldn't allow myself to name. 

He paused in his efforts and spit onto his fingers, then again bent to take me in his mouth, this time introducing one finger, then another into my ass. This was something I had never felt before, the first finger went in with almost no sensation more than it felt really weird to have something there. The second one felt uncomfortable, not exactly painful but full, like I really had to take a dump, but when he added a third the pain shot up to my chest and when he began to stretch me out, I again tried to get free. 

I made a sound in my throat that startled me when he lifted my body and added his tongue to where he had placed his fingers. "Relax and enjoy it" his voice floated up, "if you tense up it will only get worse."

My knees were over his shoulders and my legs were bent back and clamped under his arms preventing me from kicking him I guess. I hooked my feet under his chest and with strength fuelled by panic managed to set him back on his knees and disengage him from his efforts.

I think I surprised him because he let go of my legs and I placed a solid kick on his chest knocking the wind out of him. While I had him off balance I tried to sit up and get at the bonds that held me. 

He threw himself on top of me and sat on my chest. My legs couldn't reach him there and I couldn't throw him off of me, he squeezed my ribs until I was sure one or more was going to crack, and grabbed a fist full of my hair. 

"That was stupid." he hissed, "I want to be gentle with you, awaken you, but you are not making this easy on yourself."

"I don't NEED to be awakened," I gasped out with what little breath he was allowing me to have, "You have this all wrong!"

He gave my ribs another squeeze but let go of my hair. He sat back and cocked his head at me. "I didn't expect this much resistance. I've made a study of you, you know. I've read every article about you, watched every interview, and listened to your album repeatedly. But no matter, I am adaptable."

With that he got off the bed and left the room. I allowed myself to hope this meant he was going to let me go, I was wrong. He came back in a few minutes later and resumed his perch on my chest. With powerful hands he pried open my mouth and shoved a pill deep into it and then held it closed, he then took time to pinch my nostrils closed so it was a matter of swallow or suffocate. I dry swallowed the pill its bitter taste making me gag but once was satisfied I had done so, he let go of me so I could breathe.

He then fastened my legs down to the bed and lay down beside me. "I was hoping you wouldn't need to have help relaxing," he whispered in my ear, as he stroked my hair, "but I am a patient man. You'll thank me for this, I know."

I thought, yes I will thank you but you probably won't like the manner in which I do so. 

When the pill kicked in he turned on a bright light and shone it right into my eyes, he bent over close enough that had I had the spit to do it I would have spit right into his face. 

He obviously liked what he saw as he dimmed the lights and unfastened my legs, settling between them. My head felt stuffed full of cotton wool and I could barely mewl out a protest as he lifted my legs over his shoulders and pushed his way into me. Unfortunately, I was fully aware of what was going on, I could feel the sharp tearing pain as his unlubed member stretched and forced its way into my ass, but I couldn't move my legs and barely had the strength to clench my fists in reaction to the events.

When he was fully inside me he stopped moving for a moment. I remember thinking I could deal with this until he started moving in and out of me. Each pull out and thrust in felt like I was being violated by a chain saw. It seemed to go on for an eternity, at one point he leaned on my legs so heavily I was literally bent in half and could have kissed my own knees had I wanted to.

I felt the warm rush of his climax; he jerked convulsively a few more times and then collapsed on top of me. Finally pulling out of my sore body. He kissed me a few times and then got off of the bed, after that I mercifully lost consciousness.

I was dimly aware some time later of being bathed in a warm tub my head being held out of the water while I was gently soaped and rinsed off, I was lifted out of the tub, and the darkness rushed back.

I came to in an alley just a few blocks from my flat in London. I was fully clothed and by the feel of my beard stubble, I hadn't been out that long. I staggered to my feet and stumbled home. 

My girlfriend was eating breakfast when I got in "Where were you?" she asked.

"Some of the lads went to an after hours" I lied, "I lost track of time." I kissed her on the top of her head and stripped to shower.

While I was in the shower I carefully examined myself for bruises. I had a nasty one on my right wrist, OK I can wear long sleeves, I thought, and one around my ribs. Again a shirt could cover that. As I was toweling off I called out to my girlfriend that I was going to get some sleep and she waved at me over her coffee cup.

I slept fairly solidly but woke up with a start in a cold sweat as I had imagined I was back in the clutches of my rapist.

A few weeks later my girlfriend and I were walking out of a bar and I saw him. I hadn't really managed to get a good look at his face while anywhere near sober, but I knew it was him. I caught him looking my way, he smiled and ran his tongue over his moustache and winked at me.

When my girlfriend went to get the car, I forced a smile back and walked over to him, I leaned in closely and whispered, "you were right, I can't get you out of my mind, you were incredible. When can I see you again?"

His eyes widened in shock and he stepped back searching my face for a moment. He nodded as if he had reached a decision, jotted down his address and handed it to me. "Come by tonight." 

The address was just outside of town, I waited until my girlfriend was asleep and grabbed a duffle bag I had packed earlier and snuck out to my car. 

I found the house on a very quiet street, the next neighbour was a mile or so away. I parked on a side road and walked to the house.

I was greeted at the door with "I really didn't think you were coming."

He tried to kiss me but I wasn't ready for that and put him off by taking off my coat. He saw I was in full fatigues and pointed, "that's right you were in the army, weren't you?"

I smiled, "yes and I thought maybe this time we could play a game."

His eyes lit up and he grinned knowingly at me, "I knew you'd thank me!"

I didn't reply to that, instead I asked him to show me to his bedroom. I set the duffle bag on the chair next to the bed and asked him to get me a drink. He came into the room holding a tequila for me and a glass of something for him; I motioned for him to set it down on the nightstand.

I think he found my silence a bit unnerving, he was chattering away like a nervous school girl, "Are we going to play army?" he finally asked.

I nodded and got a couple of pair of cuffs out of my bag, "Strip, and lay down. You're my prisoner and I'm going to interrogate you."

He was hard even before he was totally undressed. He quickly did as I instructed and I tightened one end of the cuffs on each of his wrists, and the other end I fastened to the bed frame. Once I was sure he was not going anywhere I stripped, putting my clothes in a neat pile near the duffle bag and joined him on the bed.

I took a tube of lube from the bag, greased him up and took him into me. I kept my face neutral as I lowered myself on to him. His eyes closed in pleasure, so I'm sure if I had let my feelings show he wouldn't have seen them.

I sat still impaled on him until I got the nerve to raise and lower myself a few times. He opened his eyes and looked at me, smug in his belief that I was converted. I leaned over him and asked, "In all your research into my life, did you find out about my stay in a mental hospital?" 

He looked confused at this line of questioning at this moment, "No, I didn't," he said, his brow furrowing to concentrate. "What were you there for?"

I licked his neck and blew on the wet spot, "Post traumatic stress syndrome from my time in the army." I replied with a wide smile.

"What did you do in the army?" he asked.

I reached into the duffle bag took out my gun, put it to his head and pulled the trigger. "I killed people." 

As the light in his eyes dimmed he thrashed a bit and his last ejaculation filled me. I pulled myself off of him, and went into the bathroom. I soaped up a towel and wiped him down before getting into the shower myself and set about removing the signs I had been there. 

As I got dressed, I picked up the glass of tequila, raised it in a toast to his lifeless form, downed it in one gulp and put it into the duffel bag. 

As I drove back into town I couldn't quite stifle a giggle, this could definitely make my next therapy session more interesting.