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The Invisible Handjob	By : Ksennin Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 52206 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Silver Sable caught sight of the Spider-Man on camera 5. As she’d suspected, he was headed to the zoo to deal with the Huntresses. That is, if it was him. He didn’t seem to be wearing the same costume.
***
Elektra watched Spider-Man enter the zoo. She was not a cold woman. She would let him save his precious hostages before she killed him.
What the fuck was he wearing, though?
***
Sasha Kravinoff watched the dark shape approaching fast through the glass that secured her fortress. The Spider. Some things were a constant no matter the universe.
“Ana!” she called to her daughter, her voice thick with her Slavic roots. “Get up here! I need you!”
The sixteen-year-old was dressed much like herself, though while Sasha left herself bare besides her bodysuit, Ana wore a safari jacket over hers. Besides that, they were next to identical, distinguished primarily by Sasha’s cruel expression and short-shorn black hair, while Ana’s face was more blankly engaged, her hair a long ponytail of gold. And she showed every sign of developing as voluptuously as her mother.
Hearing her mother’s call, Ana stopped toying with the hostages and ran up to join Sasha in the topmost portion of the enclosed commissary that sheltered them from the police. Both were armed heavily, favoring stolen Starktech weapons in favor of their more traditional arsenal. They were taking no chances in this strange place.
They watched the Spider approach, then crash through a high eyebrow window that no one else could’ve managed. He came down in a hail of broken glass and they were finally able to get a good look at him. Black boots. Leather pants. A wifebeater under a leather jacket, with only the gloves and mask showing red and blue.
“Is he gay in this universe?” Ana asked her mother.
“Fuck you, lady,” Spider-Man spat. “I realized halfway here that I didn’t put my beer in the fridge, so fuck if it ain’t getting cold. So can you psycho bitches just throw down the guns or do I have to listen to your whole spiel?”
Sasha was silent for a long moment. Then: “Spider-Man! It is only natural ve’d meet. Surely you vonder why someone would vant to secure the release of so odious a man as this dimension’s reality TV host…”
“No. I don’t care. Quit yakking and shoot at me so I can jump around and whatever the fuck.”
Ana gave Sasha a look. Then she unloaded at Spider-Man.
***
“You might not want to get so close,” Peter said, trying to cross his legs to better hide his erection. It was hard, sitting on his ass. His penis kept popping up from his cross-legged stance. “I can kinda… smell you… and stuff.”
“S’cool,” Ali said. “Just wondering, why Jean?”
Peter ground the heel of his hand into his eye. God, he could really smell her… “Why Jean what?”
“Well, we all know what you and her did.” Ali smiled off-kilter. “Could hear it from here. But was she really so good you wanted seconds or do you just not have anything to compare it to?”
As bad as Peter’s day had been, he was still something of a guy and he did not like Ali’s insinuation. “Hey! I’ve got plenty to compare it to, lady!”
“Oh yeah?”
Peter leaned forward. “Sue frickin’ Storm, for one! And… okay, that’s all, but still! She’s a celebrity, she should count as two or even three other women.”
“Easy, nerd, didn’t mean anything by it.” Peter’s shift had caused another slippage, allowing Ali to trace the outline of his cock with her eyes. “I’m just sayin’, you’re here in a room with three hot bitches and Kitty Pryde, and you go for the flavor you’ve already tried? Did you like it that much or did you just think she wouldn’t stop you?”
“I, uh, I mean, well…” Peter scratched his head, and Ali could swear, thinking about it was making his bulge twitch.
“Shit, it’s hot in here.” Ali peeled off her crop top, leaving her in a bra studded with metal and capri pants, and a lot of tattoos. “You wanna take something off too? Nothing I’m not gonna see anyway once I torrent you and the redhead getting it on.”
“Uhhhhh…”
“Is that it? Got a thing for redheads? I know the stripe in my hair is blue, but,” she grinned fiercely, “you never know what else might be dyed.”
***
It was amazing, Peter thought, how unselfconscious Ali was about undressing in front of a total stranger. He almost would’ve applauded it—seemed very empowering—but he was seeing the downside of having Logan’s healing factor. Before, what he’d done with Jean would’ve emptied out his reserves for a good 48 hours. Now, maybe fifteen minutes later, his balls felt like they would explode. If he’d just swapped minds, he would’ve believed this body hadn’t gotten off in six months.
“I mean,” Ali continued, doffing her bra to reveal a pierced nipple and a tattoo of a heart in her cleavage. “You do wanna fuck me, right?” Standing, she wiggled out of her capri pants. How did he know she wasn’t wearing panties? “And I know I wanna fuck you…”
The hulking musculature of Wolverine’s swapped body was shaking like a leaf, so hard that the beads of sweat on his brow were regularly being tossed into the air.
“Could at least buy me dinner first,” he gasped hoarsely.
Ali patted one huge bicep lovingly. “Easy there, tex. See, I always heard you were a bit of a stick in the mud. I just want to know what it’ll take to get the stick out. So don’t worry; we’re definitely going to fuck.”
At the profanity, Peter gulped hard. “That’s… a little reassuring.”
“But first, bitch, we’re gonna see what it takes to make you lose control.” She began hauling Peter’s legs out from the hunched-up position he had them in.
Peter fought his own body, but in the end, he was splayed-legged and his cock was making a basket out of the crotch of his jeans. “That’s really crazy, Ali.”
“No, that’s metal as hell.” And Ali put a small hand with quite a few rings on his thigh, squeezing lightly, pleased with the solid muscle underneath the blue denim. And with the bulge between his legs.
She ran her hand up his inseam. Peter gritted his teeth together and laughed nervously through them.
“Uh, Ali—you sure this is metal? Not punk rock? Outlaw country?”
“Shhhhh,” she urged him. “Don’t touch me, Peter. I touch you. I touch you until I say otherwise. I don’t want you to fuck me just yet, motherfucker. I just want to see what your cock looks like.”
Eyeing him, she let her fingernails click over his fly until she’d found the zipper, then slowly pulled it down, never looking away from his eyes. He had to admit, it was a pretty good move. Then she reached eagerly into his pants, over the kinky hair of his groin and onto the thick shaft of his manhood. That ruined it a bit. Where Peter was long and slender, Logan had the purple-knobbed slab of a male porn star, and it made Peter feel a little bit like he was wearing a strap-on.
“Damn, bitch, that’s what I call a cock!” She grabbed him by the base and fished him out of his pants, giving it a little impressed grunt when he sprang free and continued to grow, then running her hand up and down the thickening shaft.
Peter croaked a bit. He grabbed for her, his callused fingers sinking into the meat of her shoulders, but just barely managed to pry his hands back off her. “Listen, Ali, you seem nice and all, but I’m kinda really worried what Wolverine’s getting up to in my body, so I’m not really in the best place to be a sensitive, giving lover—“
“Eh, he’s probably just getting drunk now that he doesn’t have a healing factor to turn every beer into a wine cooler.”
“But I’m not twenty-one! I can’t buy beer!”
“Oh. Well then. God only knows.” Smiling crookedly, Ali used her other hand to push up the hem of Peter’s shirt until he took the hint and pulled it the rest of the way off. Then she was scraping her unoccupied fingers through the coils of hair on his chest and belly. A soft white hand still pumping his cock like a watergun, she leaned down to lick up his sweaty chest, inhaling his musky scent right through her mouth. “Jesus. S’like getting laid at Burning Man. With a gay dude. No offense.”
Peter was gaping in pleasure and control, his hands weaving drunkenly in mid-air, fisted into tight little cords. One dropped lower and lower, like his arm was getting tired. The fist unclenched. He ran his fingers through Ali’s hair—even that seemed rough-hewn—and onto her face, where her piercings burned cold against his fingertip. She took exaggeratedly to his prompting, swaying with his hand to move downward, kiss his navel, then lap at the mane of dark pubic hair that surrounded his bulging root. He felt her blow hot air right onto his scrotum; his other hand opened and pinched the barbell piercing in her ear.
Now he guided her directly to his cock, and she sluiced her tongue over the wrinkly skin of his sack, up the root of his vein-etched cock, and finally to the mushroom-shaped head, where she lapped up a pearl of precum that oozed from his tip. Then she pulled back. His hands were frozen on her head, but she exerted more and more of an effort until he gave in and let her loose, his hands banging hard on the floor as he regained control.
“Fuck! Fucking shit!”
“Whew, the F-bomb,” Ali purred. “Thought you only cursed in Yiddish. Hey, are you a Jew? I only ask because I gotta know if it’s weird, having an uncircumcised wang. Is it? Trying sea cucumber?”
“I’m not Jewish!” Peter panted. “I’m just a really big nerd!”
“Oh, okay. Well, this concludes the oral portion of the exam.” Ali stood, buck-naked and self-conscious as a stripper. “I gotta get a condom before we go any further. Imagine Wolverine having kids! Probably be born with enough daddy issues to be a hooker…”
Ali walked back to her clothes to fish for a condom in the tattered garments she called a uniform. Or she would’ve, if she hadn’t slipped on her own sock and landed facedown, banging her knee on the floor and splaying her legs. Exposing the swollen lips of her cunt, her shimmering wet entryway. How ready she was.
“Motherfucker!” Ali cried, holding her knee. “Who the fuck builds floors that can’t make one that isn’t the slipperiest fucking shit in the universe? Fuckin’ Slip-N-Slides aren’t this slippery! Jesus! I should fucking sue—“
The rest was lost to the ages. Peter literally pounced, mounting her from behind and stuffing her full of himself in one instinctive thrust.
***
“HOLY SHIT!!” Ali cried out, sorting pain from pleasure for long seconds as Peter settled into her. She was more than wet enough, and her tonguing earlier had lubricated his cock, but Christ, did he have a hammer on him! “PEAS AND FUCKING RICE!”
“Sorry, sorry!” Peter even breathed apologetically, backing what felt like a yard of cock out of Ali’s shaking body, exposing the gorge he’d temporarily reamed into Ali’s small snatch.
“Put it back!” Ali ordered shrilly. Her lips lifted up in search of him, already feeling empty, unsatisfied, hungry. “Get back in me, you fucking homo, you owe my ass at least as good a fuck as you gave the redhead! Shit, man, if you’re gonna take it, take all of it!”
“Sorry,” Peter apologized again, somewhat sarcastically, as he grabbed her by the hips and guided himself back inside. He had to admit, it flattered him a bit to hear Ali beg, even if it was in her own demented fashion. Probably just Logan’s hormones. It wasn’t like he was the kind of guy who got off on that sort of thing. He was pretty much on drugs at the moment, and it wasn’t even his choice. More like a contact high. So as long as he was tripping, might as well enjoy it.
Might as well Ali enjoyed it.
“God, you’re big—fucking huge!”
“It’s a proportional thing,” he gritted out, eyes closed in the relief of feeling her cunt closed around him. “My other body’s longer.”
“You sound like a bumper sticker,” Ali breathed wearily.
Her body had spun through all the possible reactions it could have to being so deeply penetrated, and now she actually felt drowsy with pleasure because Peter wasn’t screwing her. Not yet. He was just resting on his knees and hands over her while her shock wore off and her cunt expanded to accommodate his cock. She moved her hips experimentally and felt him so far inside her, it was a wonder she wasn’t choking on him.
“Why do we call you Wolverine? You should be named Horse. Donkey.”
“Barnacle.”
“Huh?”
“They have the largest penis size relative to their body mass…”
“Oh, shut the fuck up!” The blur of tattoos and wings that made up Ali’s hands flew to his hairy back, pulling at him to sink his cock into her just a little more. Peter gave in, letting her tug him into position so she had it all, every inch he could give her, even his heavy balls pressed up tight against her. “That’s right, motherfucker,” she sighed. “Fill me fucking full…”
Peter’s eyes were closed, but the feel of her tight cunt enfolding him no longer brought satisfaction. He didn’t want to fuck her. He, his body, wanted to dominate her, own her. And he couldn’t resist anymore, not when she was asking for it.
Ali had no time to think; his cock was sucked out of her and then plunged back in, mixing pain and pleasure once more in her sex.
“Yes! Ohhh… yes!” she cried, the savage punching of his cock finally seeming to break through. She felt an explosive release inside her, going off with such force it knocked the wind out of her, left her gasping for air and consciousness. “Just like that, bitchfucker! Hit me! Rip me up!”
She reached out, hands stretching to her discarded clothes, finding her top and bringing the fabric to her to bite down on. Normally, she’d scream just as loud as she wanted, but not when the X-geeks might come running and, God forbid, make them stop…
Damn, you really do want it, Peter though. He was flabbergasted by the punishment she was both taking and asking for—Mary Jane, Black Cat, Sue, none of them had been like this. Only Jean had even hinted at it, and he’d convinced himself it was a put-on, a show for the online audience. But now, with Ali, he could only see her pleasure as a challenge. She wanted more, he’d give it to her.
“You want it hard?” he groaned, pulling her legs even further apart and gripping each of her thighs in a meaty hand. “Then take it fucking hard!” He drove into her with all his mutant strength, a look of almost rage passing over his face. “Take it all, you bitch! Take my cock right up to your throat!”
Another orgasm, like a kick in the ribs, flattened Ali. She felt her sex squeezing shut on his cock, sucking on him like a vacuuming throat, virtually trapping him inside her. “Yes!” he yelled, her cunt lapping his cum right out of his shaft.
He pounded his full weight into her hole, giving her another shot of ejaculation with each thrust, until her cunt had become a buttery mess of his cum and hers, stretched open and filled in. He flung himself down onto her bare back and bit down on her shoulder, teeth grinding at her flesh until he tasted warm blood.
Ali screamed the shirt out of her mouth, bucking with his roaring, plowing cock. Each stab it gave her sent another ripple of pleasure through her body, like her orgasm was just going on and on, not stopping until the ecstasy became agony.
He pulled out of her, finished for now, her open cunt slopping out cum like the blood trickling from the bite mark on her back. His cock was still threateningly half-hard, and it only took one look at it for Ali to roll onto her back and part her sore legs.
“That all you got, bitch?”
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