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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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Black Cat watched as Spider-Man left the zoo, dressed like someone out of her gay leather daddy porn for some reason or another. She’d heard the Kingpin was gunning for him, for real this time, and even if he was way too young for her, he didn’t deserve to die. She’d save him and try to let him down a little easier than she had last time. With the vomit.
He’d probably be hung up on her. That’d be awkward, if understandable. After all, where was a guy who owned multiple spandex onesies going to get any action besides her?
***
Ali screamed beneath Peter, writing in ecstasy and raking her nails over his now broad back. Her hips were heaving up to meet his, legs hooked around his midsection, and her body slapped down wetly on the metal floor every time he thrust into her.
Rogue—A Rogue—was sure she’d never seen anything so depraved in her entire life. Sure, she’d watched that video online, but it couldn’t begin to capture the sheer savagery of their pairing, the smell of their sex, the all-encompassing noise of it. She could clearly see the shameless opening of Ali underneath him, each and every time he so easily slid through her. She and her double stared transfixed as it went on and on, hearing Ali’s ugly, demeaning language and Peter’s bestial growling. The two of them were acting out a primordial fantasy that Rogue barely recognized, but that swelled inside her, becoming more and more exciting as she felt more and more… primitive.
Her clothes were becoming so uncomfortable—something to do with how she was sweating. She took the topmost layer off, and was surprised when she tossed it aside and it landed right beside a jacket the other Rogue had divested herself of. They shared a look before their eyes refocused on Peter and Ali, drawn back by the fever pitch of their grunts and groans.
They didn’t even notice a third Rogue dupe coming to join them in their voyeurism.
***
“Fuck me, baby! Just like that! Fucking HURT me, motherfucker! Fucking animal! Fucking BEAST!”
“I think Beast is some other guy,” Peter said mildly, in utter contrast to his body’s instinctual motion. Even fucking Ali through the floor was no longer enough for Peter’s inflamed passion. He rocked back onto his knees, picked Ali up by the middle, and slammed her onto his cock, up and down, deep and hard, grunting like a bull in rut as he had her.
Ali’s eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth twitching like she was speaking in tongue, but Peter couldn’t care less. All his lustful eyes could see were her small tits bouncing on her chest so fast they blurred. He lunged, biting down on one of her nipple piercings and letting its drag pain Ali as he continued to pump her back and forth on his cock.
Ali shrieked in pain and passion, her hair never wilder as she tossed her head from side to side, no longer riding the bulging manhood battering her insides but being ridden by it. “Gonna come—“ she reported brokenly, her voice now hoarse.
Peter spoke through the piercing clenched in the side of his mouth. “So come, you little whore.” As he spoke, he was tossing her around like a Dobermann with a chew toy. “You said you wanted this. Fucking take it!”
She tried so hard to reciprocate—slap him, call him a motherfucker, grind down on his cock like she did so well—but she was so well-fucked that it was hard enough to breathe. She could only go limp and let him punch his cock into her time and time again. When he crushed his weight back down upon her, her cunt red-hot with his blazing ejaculation, it was more than a relief.
“Fucking hell—“ she breathed six full minutes later, him still inside her and the words dripping from her parted lips like globs of molten lead. “Now that’s what I thought popping my cherry would be like! Course, if I’d gotten a dose of that back in junior high, I probably would’ve become a fucking nun!”
“Oh, are we done? I thought I heard past-tense.”
Ali looked up at him, dipping a finger into her cum-ridden crotch and bringing it up to her mouth. “I don’t know. Are we?”
“I don’t think so.” Peter stood, taking a deep breath. His cock was still hard. “In fact, I don’t think you’re going anywhere until you eat my cum like a good little girl.”
“Mmmm.” Ali looked at his cock, rapidly growing even stiffer. “And if I say no?”
It was then Peter noticed the four Rogues watching him from around the corner. Suddenly mortified, he covered his groin with the nearest thing he could get his hands on—Ali’s head.
“I like the way you think, motherfucker!” she said, though it was garbled by her mouthful.
***
A crowd of one had gathered at the door of the cell, four half-naked bodies pressed close together to see without any pesky bars in the way.
“Look at him go—man knows how to treat a lady. Take her hard and fast…”
“Anyone know who she is? She’s not Jean and I always heard him and her—“
“Who cares who she is?”
“Hope he comes soon. Oral’s boring; I wanna see him fuck her in the ass.”
“You like it in the ass, huh?” One of the Rogues slipped her arm around the other’s waist. “Didn’t know we were into that.”
“Well, part of big momma must be into it, cuz I’m that part.”
The audience’s remarks became more and more lewd, their interest in each other more and more open, but Ali couldn’t bring herself to care. Good practice for when she released a sex tape. She gulped Peter’s cock down to the throbbing base, feeling his nuts on her chin with a fresh load of cum all for her.
“That’s right, baby!” one of the Rogues whispered. “Suck ‘im just like that! Make him shoot and eat what he gives ya!”
She spit his shaft from her mouth, inhaling only the heady aroma of his arousal before going back to playing with it—licking, kissing, teasing with the side of her face laid against his beefy thigh.
“I’m sure you go both ways,” Peter said, “but I’m not one of your gal pals. I don’t want foreplay; get back to sucking.”
“Make me,” she replied with an appropriate grin.
She’d been expecting it, but it still surprised her how quickly he had her down on her back, his knees in her armpits and his cock at her lips. “You don’t have to suck, Ali. You can just open that little mouth and let me fuck it.” And her mouth obligingly opened, letting him dig his cock deep into her throat.
“Holy shit!” a Rogue cried. “Look at her suck cock!”
“You mean look at him make her suck cock.”
“Give it to her good, Wolvie!”
“Do I get a go?”
Peter went on, not heeding the obscenities of Rogue’s anthropomorphized id. He was about ready to come and he wouldn’t stop. Sweat was pouring from his body like he was being purged, the last of his body’s essence gathered in his balls and ready to be ejected. “You ready? Ready to be a good little cocksucker? Look at all these people—fucking Southern quintuplets running around. They all wanna see you suck my cock…”
Ali gagged on him, fighting for air, tearing at his chest with scratches that instantly healed. His balls were between her tits and they could both feel them rumbling. She nodded and he lifted himself so he could breathe, but no sooner had he done so then she moved up with him, refusing to let go of his cock. She wrapped her arms around his ass as her nostrils flared, trying desperately to get air even as she downed him like a hungry animal.
“Imagine touching him,” one of the Rogues said. “Getting the memory of what it feels like to have your cock down a girl’s throat, right from the source—“
“Or her. Knowing what it feels like to really get fucked…”
“Fuck it.”
And just like that, one of the Rogues was coming toward him, the other three a half-step behind.
That was enough to make him come. One moment he was in control—barely—enjoying having Ali plead with him for his cock. Then an orgasm was storming his cock, taking hold of him, and he hammered into her mouth like a machine gun on full auto. “Fuck—you fucking wanted it—so here it is!”
He came like a broken dam as the Rogues embraced him, bare hands roaming his naked flesh, ready to leech his memories and powers. But nothing happened, save for the eroticism of their interruption fueling, prolonging his orgasm.
He had no idea where the never-ending dregs of his ejaculation were coming from, but he kept coming even as Ali slid off his cock and took his release in the face. One of the Rogues grabbed his cock, trying to suck him there, but nothing happened aside from yet another blast onto Ali’s tits, now offered up for the slow dwindling of his climax.
His cock dwindled, a heavy club now weighted down by exhaustion. And the dupes around him on all sides, now confused by the derailing of their plan.
“He’s immune.”
“Or—we can’t suck.”
“I’m sure you can suck if you really want to—“ Peter said quickly.
A Rogue crouched down and touched the weary Ali. Nothing happened. “It doesn’t work. Us duplicates—we don’t have her power. We can touch people!”
“Hey!” Ali cried, weaving her way to her feet. “Fuck off, groupie cunts. I’m not done with him. He hasn’t even fingered my ass yet!”
“We haven’t had anything fingered!” a Rogue protested.
“BRIGHT LADY, WE’VE BEEN GONE HALF AN HOUR!”
Peter, Ali, and the Rogues looked over to see that the X-Men had returned, joined by Professor X, who was perhaps the only one not staring at Peter’s erection.
Ali shrugged, upsetting some of the cum balanced on her tits and sending it trickling down her belly. “Yeah, I’m a fast operator, what can I say?”
Peter grabbed a pair of pants and tried to struggle into them, realizing too late they were Ali’s capri pants and not at all suited for Logan’s squat legs. He gave up, just holding the pants in front of his crotch.
“Hey, don’t get cum all over those!” Ali told him. “I took those off specifically to avoid cum stains!”
“Professor!” Jean cried. “Would you—could you say something?”
“Well, this does bring to mind numerous ethical quandaries. Whether it was acceptable for Ms. Blaire to perform sex acts upon Peter while he was under the influence of a mind-altering substance, whether it was appropriate for Peter to engage in sexual activity while in another’s body, if Rogue should be permitted to watch when the real Logan hasn’t consented to allowing his body to be observed in flagrante delicto…”
“Wait, real Logan?” a Rogue asked. “Who’s Peter?”
“Secret identity!” Peter stressed.
“The fact that you have a secret identity gives a clue to your secret identity,” Jean said testily.
“Someone’s worried she’s not the best Spider-lay he’s gotten today,” Ali replied.
“Secret! Identity! Look, can I just go back to my body now, please? It’s not much, but I’m used to it, and after today, I think I’ll be cool with crazy women not jumping my bones out of nowhere.”
“Women?” Jean and Ali said at the same time. “I’m not crazy—“ “—She’s not even crazy.”
The Rogues were quietly backing out of the room.
“Please?” Peter repeated, staring at Xavier.
“Yes, I think that would be best. A moment, please. I would hate to swap your places while Mr. Logan is in danger.” Xavier put a hand to his temple. “Ah.”
“What, what is it?” Peter demanded. He almost dropped his pants in consternation.
“Nothing. Logan is asleep at the moment. I can switch your places easily enough. It’s just that he’s been—“
“Save it. I really don’t want to know. Just…” Peter circled his finger in the air.
“Very well. I will…” Xavier circled his finger in the air.
A moment later, Logan’s body dropped flat on its back and stayed motionless.
Storm leaned over to Ali. “So… how was he?” she whispered.
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