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🕑 Added 2019-06-19 13:00:03 +0000 UTC
“Hey, Peter Parker. Got something for me?”
Goddamn, she was hot. Peter had heard someone call her Carol—whatever her name was, there was something about her strong features and beefy muscles—those thighs—that mixed with the saucy smirk on her face and girlish mischief in her eyes to make her one complete package. Peter didn’t know how to explain it. She seemed like he could talk to her—like she was one of the rare girls who palled around with him at school—while at the same time being an Amazonian beauty who made Michelle look like a raging dumpster fire.
“Well? Got something for me?”
Her voice wasn’t echoing in his head—he’d frozen up and now she was repeating herself, with a cheeky grin like she knew exactly why he’d been so taken aback. It had been five years since he’d so much as masturbated after all, and she filled out her skintight costume a lot better than he did. Then again, from the way she was eying him, maybe…
Peter handed the Gauntlet over. Only a few seconds had passed—the benefits of his superior reflexes was that he had so much time to think, he could come up with bad jokes quicker than anyone—and she gave him a cocky wink before taking off. For some reason, there were a lot of women posing nearby, and they did a kind of Mighty Ducks, flying wing whatever into Thanos’s guys.
Peter decided it must be a chick thing. Like going to the bathroom together.
A shadow fell over him. Peter looked up and saw a Leviathan passing overhead. There was no way he was missing out on the opportunity to web-swing on a Leviathan. He shot up a line, snagged it, and was pulled along. It let him see Carol in a fistfight with Thanos. He was just thinking she couldn’t go one on one with Thanos—who could?—when she got smashed with a glowing left hook from the purple guy. It sent her flying.
Peter let go of the Leviathan and shot down two weblines to the ground, yanking himself into place to break Carol’s flight before she hit something. Unfortunately, he counted as ‘something’. She slammed into him and Peter blacked out, not even feeling it as their joined bodies plowed through a window and landed in an empty alcove provided by two of the building’s walls falling against each other.
***
Carol came to, so hazy she could’ve been partying and pounding shots from dusk til dawn—before she got her powers. Her head was killing her. She didn’t think she’d ever been hit like that; it was a miracle her head was still attached. Wincing, head whirling, she lifted herself up. Pain mingled with nausea until she wanted to vomit. Then she forced her eyes open and what she saw sobered her up instantly.
She and Peter had landed so that her head was in Peter’s lap. She saw his erection—it had to be an erection, he couldn’t be that big flaccid—stretching down his pantleg, its contours pulling on his suit so much that it pulled down in the front, revealing an expanse of washboard abs between the top and bottom of his costume. Carol’s eyes wandered over those, finding them just as delectable. There hadn’t been a lot of time for relationships in space, much less after the Decimation, and now she found herself straining to remember what such a big cock would taste like in her mouth. And knowing that she could find out so easily…
An aggressive roar scraped her ears. Carol twisted around, even with fresh pain registering protests throughout her battered body. A pack of Outriders crawled toward her, flanking her and Peter for an easy kill. She charged up her photon blasts, the heat in her hands actually chasing away some of the ache, and the Outriders poised themselves to charge. Then, they froze.
The next thing she knew, they were dissolving—fading into smoke and dust as she’d seen the Skrulls do five years earlier, when she’d seen the whole universe go wrong. Now it was coming back around. She could see the Outriders stricken, one after another, and knew that it was all of them—Thanos’s whole army—Hulk or Thor or Doctor Strange, someone had just ended this thing for them.
She turned back to Peter, ready to shake him awake, needing to share the good news with him, only to see that he was already conscious. He stared in wonder at the last traces of the Outriders being soaked up by the air itself. Like a stain on the world getting cleaned.
“We did it,” Carol muttered. “We won.”
“Thanks to you.” And without really thinking what he was doing, Peter grasped Captain Marvel’s arms and kissed her, packing all of his relief, all of his joy, everything he felt into the meeting of their lips.
Carol tensed at first. Then, without quite relaxing, she returned his kiss, her sudden passion startling them both. Peter’d had a few hours to deal with the Sword of Damocles that had just been erased from over their heads. Carol had been living with it for years. It was no wonder the urge to celebrate and her relief at being alive demanded even more expression than Peter.
The dam broke. That brief moment of contact when they’d found each other in the midst of battle and the horrible suspense that had now been dispelled gave them a bond strong enough to support their newfound passion without flagging or feeling the least bit awkward. It only felt right to comfort each other now, with the fighting over, new feelings rushing in to fill the void left behind when all the intense emotions of battle were gone.
Carol’s pink tongue flashed beyond Peter’s lips, starting a slow exploration of his mouth. Peter sighed and sagged back down to the couch they’d happened to fall against, pulling Carol down to lie full length on top of his body. He felt her flesh tremble against his, was shocked to think it was his nearness that was doing it to her. Her tongue slid against his, cajoling him into the sweet-tasting oasis of her mouth, and he nudged it forward to dance and swirl with hers between their joined mouths.
Not content to only be caressing Captain Marvel’s tongue, Peter moved his hands to Carol’s broad, muscular frame, squeezing her bare flesh through the holes Thanos’s attack had left in her costume. The skin underneath was smeared with dirt and grease, but that just added to the appeal—fucking her now, on the battlefield itself, before they’d so much as washed their hands or applied a Band-Aid. The obscene urgency of their kissing and fondling had Peter feeling stiffness pawing at his crotch, making him more erect than he thought his costume could handle. He would have to take his cock out; otherwise, either it or the Iron Spider suit would have to give way.
It occurred to Peter that he was getting turned on by a complete stranger—maybe even one of those aliens that wanted to lay eggs in him—but the insistent hardness in his cock pushed away all thoughts of propriety, much less the idea he was doing something wrong. Carol certainly didn’t seem to think anything bad was happening. She needed him. She needed to be with someone after that horrible battle, after fighting for her life, as much as Peter did. And if they fucked and that was what they both needed, who was to say it was evil or wrong?
Peter moved his hands to Carol’s trim waist, even through his gloves feeling the difference between her warm flesh and the raised, textured suit that was intact on the other side of her body. He wished he could feel her naked with a poignancy that made his earlier desire to see her naked seem hopelessly quaint, but nothing at all seemed like it could matter more than the long, deep kiss they were sharing. He was afraid to end it, for fear that would stop their lovemaking altogether. Any moment seemed like it could be when Carol snapped out of their shared delirium and decided she’d had enough.
Then, to his surprise, Peter felt Carol’s feather-light touch on the hem of his shirt, drawing it up his chest and over his head. While he continued stroking her body until the last possible moment, Carol rendered him shirtless, everything from the waist up falling to the sides. Carol’s eyes lit up as she looked over the definition of his chest, continuing from broad pectoral muscles down to the abs that lined his stomach, and finally the strong delta of muscle that led at last to his groin.
“Glad I already got your name. Gives me something to moan,” Carol quipped, her eyes lingering so hard between his legs that Peter felt an instinctive desire to hide himself. He couldn’t believe a woman, a beautiful woman, was welcoming the sight of his cock rather than demanding he cover it up. “I expect to moan, Peter Parker.”
She dropped down to kiss the firm musculature of his chest, while Peter ripped away his gloves, pulling off one and gripping the other in his teeth to tear his hand out of it. He ran his bare fingers through Carol’s long blonde hair, down to her back and over the heaving muscles that showed through the tears in her costume. One was right across her buttocks, showing him the supple flesh of her ass, and Peter was reaching for it when Carol reared up and faced him.
Peter was about to stammer an apology when Carol took hold of her costume’s zipper and tore it down to her belly. Pulling it open let him see her bare tits, pert and full, not needing any bra to stay upright and fill out those majestic swells he’d seen in her costume before. Peter knew she expected him to reach right for them—her zealous eyes were practically daring him to—but instead Peter ran his fingers along the very bottom of her exposed flesh, right at the curls of golden hair that marked the beginnings of her sex. Carol moaned to be touched somewhere so unexpected, and she laughed a little as his hands stroked up her stomach, finally taking both of her well-formed breasts in hand.
Carol put her hands on his wrists, caressing his strong arms as Peter pressed his thumbs into her nipples. They hardened with lust for him as he pressed them down into the soft, marshmallow-like flesh of her cleavage. Carol’s hands moved over Peter’s biceps and came to his face, lovingly caressing his cheeks as if she actually found him as beautiful as he did her.
“Give it to me hard,” she said. “Fuck me! I need it so much!”
Then she kissed him, but her passion was too intense just to lash her tongue against his. She licked across his sweaty cheek, letting Peter know the full extent of her arousal by tonguing his ear, catching it between her teeth and nibbling on it. She had to force herself to do so lightly.
Peter was excited more than he could ever remember being. His cock was straining, threatening to rip through his suit at any moment. Unable to delay any longer, Peter shoved down his pants and released his erection into open air. Carol’s wet, dexterous tongue paused in his ear, then slithered away as Carol turned to look at his manhood.
“I knew you had something for me,” Carol whispered into his ear. “But I had no idea you had so much of it…”
Carol took his cock in her hand, felt it throb between her fingers, and gently shucked his foreskin up and down his length. Peter nearly came. He had to grit his teeth to resist the urge to shoot his cum all over Carol’s glove. It took all the willpower he had and precum still frothed out of his raging erection, flooding down his shaft to wet Carol’s palm—to her smiling delight.
He dug his hands into the rubble and gripped two chunks of concrete, cracking them as he enjoyed the warmth of Carol’s strokes skimming the length of his manhood. He still had to restrain himself, but the need to cum became insistent background noise rather than a blaring cacophony. The sweet warmth ran the entire length of his member and spread into his scrotum. His balls clenched into a tight, hard set of throbs. Carol sped up her hand. The heat ran into his belly, flexing the muscles there, sending lightning shooting up his spine. Peter almost felt guilty over how good it was. He promised himself he would satisfy Carol as much as she had already satisfied him.
Peter got started on that, squeezing and rolling Carol’s breasts in his hands. She groaned and pushed her still-covered pussy firmly against his thigh, getting off hugely on his fondling. Jabs of unadulterated enjoyment fluttered warmly down to her sex every time Peter tightened his hold on her tits. There was real strength in his grip; enough to hurt even her. The unfamiliar feeling of having her flesh bruised went well together with the erotic enjoyment she took in having her nipples stimulated, her sensitive flesh caressed. Her pussy grew wet, tight.
Carol felt a hungry yearning tingling from where her pussy lips met her costume to the depths of her sex, where she knew Peter could reach with the eight-inch cock she hung onto so feverishly. She wanted Peter to fuck her with it. She wanted him to take the same powerful roughness he was using on her breasts and bring it to her pussy.
“Fuck me, Peter,” she gasped, surprised to find her voice shaking. “I need you fucking me. I want you inside me right now!”
It was all Carol could do to stop herself from ripping her costume off and impaling herself right on his cock, but she wanted Peter to go through with this too—to join with her just as he had when they’d kissed. To have him push her away once she’d experienced the fullness of his massive prick inside her would be simply unbearable. She had to force the question: be rejected now or know that he needed this too.
“Do you really want this, Carol? I… I don’t have any protection.”
“I don’t care about that! Just fuck me!” She felt like she needed a cock inside her to fully exorcise all the fears and tension Thanos had created. The explosive orgasm she knew was in her future would put a capstone on everything that Thanos represented, ushering in a new world without him. She desperately needed that and she knew Peter did too. “If you can knock me up with that amateur hour cock of yours, then I deserve to be bred.”
Peter didn’t respond to that—he didn’t know what he could possibly say. “What if I have an STD?”
Carol just looked at him. “Please.”
Peter threaded his fingers through some of the holes in her costume and pulled to either side. Carol was gloriously naked in one massive rip. But there was no time to look with Carol kissing him again. Unable to see her bare flesh, Peter felt it, filling his roving hands with her silky skin and curvaceous flesh. Her ass seemed to jump into his cupped hands as he ran them down over the magnificent swells of her buttocks; they rolled back and forth under his fingers.
“Wanna give me a spanking, kid?” Carol teased, enjoying the sensation of her pert buttocks getting the same treatment he’d given her tits.
Peter breathed huskily, but instead, he rolled them over, coming down on top of Carol. Carol laughed, spreading her legs. She pounded the floor underneath them with her fist, sending cracks radiating outward.
“Fuck me right through this floor, Peter! Pound me into the goddamn foundation!”
Peter ignored her barking orders, easing himself forward, his hairy legs between Carol’s smooth thighs. He met the moist pink lips of her labia, his cockhead lightly touching the scalloped folds. Aroused, engorged with blood and tender to the touch. Carol crooned as she felt him there, her moaning reaction and the sheer wetness of her fully convincing Peter that she could take him.
“Always follow the captain’s orders,” Peter quipped, and drove himself into her hard, jamming her down into the floor until it broke.
Carol gasped, least of all from feeling the floor breaking into fragments small enough to be buried between her muscular asscheeks, and she only barely managed to see Peter’s face contorted in ecstasy as her eyes rolled back in her head.
Peter was surrounded by the bittersweet pressure of Carol’s sex. Her cunt was strangling his cock, driving its burning heat deep into his shaft, all the way to his balls. Her folds contracted—Peter wasn’t sure if Carol was doing it on purpose or if her cunt just did that, but she was clamping down on him with the tightest softness that he’d ever known. Her juices ran out of her around the cock that was filling and spreading and stretching her pussy with every moment that passed; Peter felt it raining down on his balls. That, more than anything else, brought Peter up to climax, but he’d controlled himself before. He did it again.
He told himself, over and over, that Carol deserved the best fuck in the world. It was the least he could do for her after all she’d done. In fact, him being the closest Avenger on hand, it was practically his duty.
That it was the best feeling he’d ever experienced in his life was a nice bonus, though.
Peter pistoned into the blast furnace of Carol’s pussy, feeling the carnal delight of her tightness rebound back through his body with every thrust. He quaked in near-total ecstasy as her cunt slurped at his rigid manhood, clenching so hard around him that his cock felt like it was in danger of being ripped out of him. The danger was worth it, though.
He hammered into Carol again and again, his thrusts pounding her deeper into the shattering floor, sending reverberations throughout the already destroyed room. Debris rained down on them, bouncing off of Peter’s muscular back. He totally ignored it, even shouldering aside a glancing blow from a ceiling beam, too intent on enjoying this once-in-a-lifetime fuck while he had the chance.
His cock was buried in a hot, willing, and absurdly grateful woman. And he was fucking her longer than he ever would’ve thought possible. It proved incredibly easy to stay hard when his lover was so damned beautiful. And as good as it felt, what really got him was how openly and enthusiastically Carol was enjoying every inch of his thrusting cock. She was getting off on him more like she was snorting cocaine than fucking. That gratified Peter almost as much as fucking her amazingly tight cunt.
Carol’s eyes were rolled back in her head almost permanently, her mouth gaping open, drool even falling from her dumbstruck mouth in a way that would’ve shocked anyone who knew her as Captain Marvel. She was sure Peter must think she was a wanton slut to see her enjoying being fucked so much. She didn’t care. After so many years alone, unappreciated, unloved, here was a hard, throbbing cock as deep inside her as she could ask. It plunged into her with a speed and force that even she could barely take, the friction as intense as she could imagine.
Lengths of rebar were bending and breaking under her back with every thrust Peter gave her; clouds of pulverized cement rose up into the air around them. His cock was as long as it was hard and he was giving her every inch of it, almost more than she could take—in fact, a little extra, making her stretch and strain to hold him, and that was just perfect. Too much was just enough.
Peter slammed into her with all the strength in his superhuman body, pile-driving her into the ground—now a vast crater dug out of the divot her ass had made when he’d first penetrated her. Carol’s almost painfully splayed cunt was wide open to take his surging thrusts, settling against his hairy balls when he was finally all the way in. Through her quivering, overwhelmed labia, Carol could feel how Peter’s cum was boiling in his scrotum. He had a whole stormy sea to pump into her…
That, more than anything else, turned Carol on. “Fuck me,” she husked into Peter’s ear, “come into me, fill me up, make me fucking hurt tomorrow! I want to know I’ve been fucked!”
Peter came down on her like a bomb dropping. The walls that had sheltered them finally gave way, shaken loose by Peter thrusting into Carol and Carol being battered into the ground. The propped-up debris came down, but was stopped by the edges of the hole they’d literally fucked their way in. And as Peter came inside her—his seed warm and so very, very wet—Carol came with him, her legs snapping out past his grinding hips and striking the debris to send it flying upward.
For a moment, Carol worried that artificial cave-in she’d kicked might land on someone. Then she saw that it had achieved orbit. She laid her head back, enjoying the simple hardness of Peter’s cock still inside her, his ocean of cum slowly leaking from her cunt.
“That feel good on your end?” she asked.
Peter could only mutely nod.
“Good. Now imagine how good fucking my ass is gonna feel.”
His cock stiffened in her cunt like a red-hot blade being plunged into cooling water. Carol winced. Bad idea. Her pussy was still sore. She might not even be able to touch herself for months. But it’d been worth it. Goddamn, had it been worth it. If it took half a year for her to be able to go another round like this, she’d be on her knees, sucking Peter off to be sure there was no other woman in his life for however long it took for her pussy to be over how he’d fucking wrecked it.
Of course, he was a teenager. Carol tried to remember her own teen years. It’d been a while, but she thought she remembered the lingo.
“Wanna go steady?”
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Take it that it was this version of the Captain hanging on to Peter Parker's Wild Ride for dear life: http://www.comic-images.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/26/2017/02/MsMarvelDandonFuga.jpg
Shendude
Marvelous!
Alex Woll
Beautiful.
Spartans300
"A-Forced" I love it lol
