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Robin The Cradle	By : Ksennin Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Crossovers Views: 9131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Reed looked like he was getting an eye exam—the apparatus mounted on his head, double-barreled, either reel of eyepieces spinning independently while headphones… originating from below, their earpieces jutting up from a chest-mounted ‘backpack’… played discordant notes that Sue could still hear outside their radius, like when Valerie played her music too loud. It was still nothing compared to the noise of the ‘eye exam’ whirring and buzzing, so Sue forgave Reed for not immediately responding to her. And forgave him again, and forgave him again…
“Reed! REED!” A little love tap with a force field bubble pushed his chest inward. As it rubber-banded back into place, he pulled out the headphones.
“Something the matter, dear?”
“The field trip is almost here.”
“Ah, yes.” Reed looked around curiously, taking the opportunity to pop one of the little mints that passed for an hour of sleep. “They’re not expecting to talk to me? I recall you agreed to do the meet-and-greet—kids like you better anyway…”
“Especially the boys,” Sue needled, though Reed, typically, was immune to it.
“No, no, I’m told you’re a great inspiration to women as well, both as a scientist and as a superhero. Even as a fashion figure, I’m told. Isn’t that something?”
“Yes, Reed.”
Almost automatically, Reed moved to replace the headphones before stopping himself. “So, what is it you need?”
“Well, since there will be young children around, you aren’t planning anything particularly dangerous? Aren’t anticipating any surprise attacks?”
“By their very nature, Sue, a surprise attack could not be anticipated. But all our usual ‘rogue’s gallery’ are in various levels of sociable rehabilitation. Of course, this being New York and considering our chosen lifestyle, there are a great deal of troubled individuals of great power who could have various reasons to resort to violence against us. But even among the pejoratively-titled ‘supervillains,’ I doubt there are many who would lower themselves to endangering children! It really would be quite rakish, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Reed. So all clear?”
“All clear. Just scanning for errant Pym Particles. Quite boring, by our standards, but relaxing in a bit of a Buddhist way. I must write Dr. Strange to see if he’d consider joining me, if I ever again feel the need to catalogue such a perturbance.”
Sue nodded. “You know… they’re not here yet.”
“Not here yet?”
“We could fool around a little…”
“But Sue, surely they will be here at any moment—“
“So we’d rush. Run the risk of getting caught in the act. Kinda exciting, wouldn’t you say?”
“I must disagree with you there, dear—it sounds quite foolhardy. And ill-conceived, as the drift of quantum realms in the intervening time of even a ‘quickie’ would render the afternoon’s work useless. No, I should definitely finish up here first. And then the Venus IV probe will be returning, and I really must go over its findings if I’m at all to keep up with the rarified conversation of Doctors Stark and Banner. But then we can certainly—wait, wait, I do believe one of those crafty young mutants at the Xavier Institute has asked very graciously that I look over his science project, and the X-Jet will be delivering it this evening. I certainly wouldn’t want to—“
“Forget it,” Sue growled. “It can wait.”
“I’m so glad you understand. And don’t worry—I should have your massager fixed shortly!”
***
Tim walked through the lobby of the Baxter Building, amazed at the almost fully robotic staff, and the holographic tour guide who interacted smartly with their teacher. After winning a nationwide lottery, his class had been chosen to participate in the first interdimensional field trip with Earth-616, in hopes of bettering relations and stopping the heroes of their two Earths from getting into fisticuffs whenever they met.
It really was quite interesting. Most of the alternate Earths Tim had heard of had at least some version of Batman, of Superman, of Wonder Woman, but this Earth and apparently many others like it had an entirely different set of heroes. They didn’t even have a Gotham City or Metropolis. It was as weird as an Earth that didn’t have superheroes at all…
“This place is crazy,” Ives said next to him. “All this craziness for just four people. You think the Watchtower is anything like this?”
“Apparently they have to be mostly robots,” Tim said, flipping through a pamphlet. “The place keeps getting attacked. They have business guys to handle a lot of the grunt work, but they’re in an office building in midtown. This place is pure science.”
“Not entirely science,” a blonde woman said, coming out of the elevator they’d been waiting at as the VICKI hologram gave her history of the Fantastic Four. “The Future Foundation is also on the cutting-edge of ‘metahuman’—as you would put it—education and training.”
Pretty much the entire class gaped at her, Tim included. She was gorgeous, special in a way he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She wasn’t as stacked as Power Girl or Starfire, or some of the other girls Ives could quite loudly fantasize about, but she had the same sort of… modesty as Wonder Woman, the sunny innocence of Starfire, a graceful maturity to her that made Tim feel like a fumbling adolescent again, despite how often he’d dated.
The contrast of her open smile with her finely chiseled face, the puckish little bit of mischief girlishly lingering in her eyes and flighty gestures, the intriguing imperfection of her pug nose and cherubic cheeks. Her jumpsuit was tight, in the tradition of both their worlds’ superheroes, but temptingly not tight enough. Her hair was fashionably cut, with a sassy flip to its medium length, and through the obscuring blue material of her clothing her body was wide-hipped and high-breasted, the folds of the costume stretching with her dancer’s stride to give new insight into her body with each motion. Nothing was shown, but the way it was not shown had the torturous censorship of a feather dance.
“And of course,” Sue Storm said with a wry grin, “we do run a superhero team out of this joint. The Fantastic Four have been in operation for—oof.” She gave the date of their inception and it wasn’t that long ago. “In that time we’ve saved the city, saved the world, the universe, the multiverse, but most importantly, we’ve pioneered a number of scientific breakthroughs. Now, that’s more my husband’s field than mine, so instead I’ll be giving you a simple introduction to us. A walk-through of our last little adventures before I hand you back to your tour; and a very good argument for getting good grades in science. You know, story time. Although we’re frequently a proactive group, on this occasion we were simply enjoying some downtime when we were attacked by—“
The wall exploded. Klaxons wailed, after a sluggish moment like they’d been stunned by the suddenness of the attack. Tim could register all sorts of defenses coming online, forcefields coming up, turrets firing stun-rays—for an absurd moment he thought This is one hell of a story time.
Even over the raining debris of the explosion and the stammering, discordant sound of the attacker coming through—all the Baxter Building’s defenses sounded in tune, made from the same mind, but Tim could hear how the attacker’s tech was just wrong for this place, his analytical mind already processing it as separate even from this strange environment—Tim heard Sue shouting. The teacher was trying to get them out the revolving doors in front, but Sue was saying no, they’d be even more vulnerable out there, and instead directing them to some kind of safe room. Then, even more suddenly, all that sound was strangely muted, a slight gloss to the world—but not to Tim himself, or his classmates.
There was a force field around them, Sue’s, corralling them toward safety. It wasn’t closed in front, of course, it only walled them into their escape route, keeping them from wandering off. Tim ran, outpacing the others easily, out of the lobby and into a hallway, lights built into the filaments of the walls and the threads of the carpet arrowing him toward one room in a number of offices. Security through obscurity. Once the directions went off and they were sealed in, it’d be a chore to find them.
Tim didn’t go into the safe room, though. Even as the office door yawed open, revealing that the wooden material was just an overlay to an extra-thick vault door, Tim ran past it, around a corner, another corner, down a hallway, into a bathroom. He thought he’d slipped everyone, and there was no way Sue would be after him while she had the entire class to get to safety.
Pulling into the handicapped stall, Tim opened up his backpack, dislodging the secret compartment and pulling out his efficiently compressed Robin costume. He made his quick-change as fast as possible, the rudiments of his costume already on underneath his street clothes. He just had to throw on the armor over it…
“I swear to God, kid,” Sue said, her voice sounding lovingly, good-naturedly pissed in that way only mothers could manage. “If you treat Black Canary this way…”
A force field popped open the door to the stall, catching Tim just as he was affixing his cape to his collar. He stared at her. She stared at him. Belatedly, Tim slapped his domino mask on.
“You’d better not be thinking of helping out,” Sue said, her stunned silence broken by Tim’s motion.
“Well, yeah. Don’t they do that over here?”
“Not when someone’s a child,” Sue said with completely paternal distress. “I mean, at least not usually. Not anymore. You’ll get your arm blown off!”
“I’ll be fine. I work with Batman.”
Sue blinked. “Who?”
“Batman. Batman and Robin. I’m Robin.”
“What’s your power?”
“Well, I… I have a lot of training and quite a few Birdarangs…”
Sue kneaded her temples. “Oh God, there’s one in every class… okay, I’ll take you to another safe room so no one has to see you dressed like that—“
“No, seriously, I’m a superhero!”
“You’re wearing tights.”
“You’re wearing a catsuit!”
Sue put her hands on her hips. “You are this close to getting dragged around in an invisible box like the world’s worst mime, kid.”
Before one more word could be spoken, an explosion parted the room, Tim automatically rolling with it, overcompensating when a force field flew up to separate them from the blast. Tim made a silent, grudging thanks to Sue Storm. Without her, an explosion that close would’ve shot his hearing, had him in bruises for weeks.
“Sue Storm!” a voice roared—deep and sinister, the kind of guy who didn’t just rob a bank or leave a body in an alley. “The time has come for you to be… the Bride of the Mandrill!” Tim looked on in some confusion as—swear to God—what appeared to be a humanoid, costumed monkey strode through the hole in the wall. “You will marry me!”
“Marry you…” Sue repeated gently, a dazed look in her eyes like she’d taken a chunk of debris to the head. Her lips softly parted, her tongue running over her teeth… Then she shook her head desperately. “Oh, you little pervert!”
The force field shielding them tightened like a fist—Tim only got a hint of its motion as it swatted aside the dust particles filling the air—and slammed into the Mandrill like a freight train. He went flying back.
“C’mon!” Sue said, grabbing Tim by the cape… the cape!... and pulling him out the door. Tim yanked his cape back, but ran beside Sue as she took off down the corridor.
“You know, our monkeys are much nicer…” Tim said.
“He’s not a monkey, he’s a mutant! He just looks like a monkey!”
“Oh, you know that guy? He’s actually a thing around here?”
“He’s not top-tier or anything. Certainly not as respectable as a man named after a bat…”
Tim skidded to a stop. “Wait, why are we running? It kinda seemed like we were winning?”
“The Mandrill’s power is controlling women. If I stay around him too long, he could affect me. Best to steer clear and let my family take him, especially if I can lead him away from the kids.”
“Or I could get him.”
“Puberty first, crimefighting later.”
“I’ve been through puberty!”
The Mandrill’s voice rang up the corridor. “You will be mine, Sue Storm! Your husband has made your computers too advanced—they are subject to my power now!”
Defenses sprang up suddenly, turrets rising from the walls and floor. Sue put her force field up again, but Tim was quick on the draw. He put a Birdarang through a turret before it could fire or be blocked off by Sue’s shield.
“VICKI, you bitch!” Sue cursed. Then, at Tim. “Sorry.”
“God, I’ve heard people curse before—“
The turrets had recalibrated. They all fired at once, laser beams as thick as tree trunks pumping into Sue’s force field. She winced, grunted, shakes ricocheting through her arms. “Husband… husband…” She took a deep breath, her breasts pressing strongly against her suit, nipples showing through the fabric. Then Sue pushed hard, her force field rippling outward like a tidal wave, an earthquake going through the entire corridor.
“We have to shut down the—“
“Wha?” Sue asked, coming to her senses sluggishly, crossing her arms over her erect nipples. “I’m here—“
“We have to shut down the security system,” Tim said. “It’s just helping Mandrill. Then we take him out ourselves.”
“There’s an emergency override,” Sue said. “If I can get to a computer terminal—this way.”
A horde of those weird, EPCOT-y robots were flying down the hallway. Tim guessed those things glowing at the ends of their arms were weapons. Sue ran, Tim ran, throwing mini-grenades behind them.
Another swarm ahead of them. Sue sent an arrowhead force field into their midst, scattering them. Tim’s bo staff leapt into his hand, telescoping into both directions. He scythed its length in all directions, ripping apart the recovering HERBIEs as they ran by.
A blast door slammed shut ahead of them. Sue blocked it with a force field bubble, so tangible Tim could see it flicker.
“Go! Get to the terminal!” Sue cried. “Code Alpha-Alpha-Gamma-Beta-four-one-two-two!”
“Got it!” Tim said, diving through the gap.
“Of course you do,” Sue muttered, letting the door shut. She could hear more HERBIEs coming, the scamper of the Mandrill on all fours behind them. She summoned up a force field, as thick and as spiky as she could make it, aiming it right at him…
Tim landed in a crouch on the other wide of the wall. More turrets, lasers flying. He was no Dick Grayson, but he ducked and dodged, not quite instinct, not quite knowledge of the mathematical probability of where a computer would direct offensive weaponry.
Heat flared on all sides of him—no pain, but the anticipation of pain almost as bitter, adrenaline and anxiety making him expect that any second he would be tagged. Tim whipped his bo staff around, lancing it out of his swirling cape and contorting limbs to shatter the turrets at their weak barrels.
An arriving HERBIE—its sudden blast. Tim blocked automatically with his staff. It saved his life, but cost him his weapon. He quick-drew a Birdarang, threw. Explosive round. It blew the HERBIE to pieces. Behind it, through the black smoke and spray of sparks, Tim could see a terminal.
He ran for it, throwing out prox-mines to the far ends of the corridor, tapping in the code as extra HERBIES came screaming in. The mines went off as Tim keyed in the last command. The last robot parted the smoke, lasers blaring. Tim darted away from the terminal as it went up, glass shattering, plastic melting. The HERBIE turned its weaponry on him. Tim went for his belt, the robot’s weapon glowed. Then it simply clumped to the floor.
The code had been accepted.
Tim ran back the way he came, surprised at the mess of debris he’d made, just how many robots and how many turrets he’d destroyed. The blast door was still shut. Tim threw a melter ahead of him, heating the lead bulkhead to the point of molten slag, until a wide swath of it bent like melting rubber, opening up before him. He leapt through.
Sue was trembling, surrounded by a mountain of dismantled robots, holding up her force field. Not to keep anything out, but so that the effort could distract her from the Mandrill. He was standing outside her shield, focusing all his control into her. Still, Sue resisted.
“You will be mine,” the Mandrill insisted, with such force Tim could almost feel it. “My wife, mine, mine, mine—“
He turned as Tim came, catching only a glimpse of ripped cape as Robin slammed into his midsection, twisting his body even at the point of impact to swing his heel over his head and scorpion-kick the Mandrill in the face as well. The one-two punch first weakened, then finished. In a second, the Mandrill was unconscious, in two he was handcuffed and filled up with sedatives from a pump-syringe in Tim’s belt.
“Mrs. Storm?” he asked Sue, who was still shaking with tremors so deep-seated he could only imagine they came from the depths of her subconscious. A ribbon of blood fell from one nostril and over her full lips, like the pressure she’d been under was so intense that she’d simply sprung a leak.
He addressed her again, his voice softer, coddling, and she relaxed into it, lowering her gesticulating hands, her force field wavering out of existence. It’d been so thick and dense that its absence made a slight pop, as of a balloon being punctured, and Tim felt the air rushing in to fill the space that was suddenly absent.
“Marry… marry…” Sue said, seemingly in a haze like the one she’d been in before, but this seemed much more intense. Not in volume, but in simple conviction. It was as if the last time, he’d caught her waking from a dream, but this was her talking in her sleep, completely convinced of… whatever it was she was even saying.
Moving leadenly, she took a few steps, wiped the blood from her mouth with a black-gloved hand. She was drenched with sweat: it darkened her golden hair, made her exposed skin gleam, and made her suit damnably uncomfortably. Unthinkingly, she put her hand to the 4 on her breast.
Tim thought she was calling for assistance—someone to cart the Mandrill off to some suitable detention facility. He had, after all, read that the 4 insignia on the FF’s costume was a communicator.
It also proved to be a clasp, as Sue took hers by its rim, rotated it, and so disengaged a flap on her tunic. Underneath, she wore a plain white tanktop, soaked to cloudy translucence by her sweat, and a black bra tantalizingly obvious underneath. The bra clung to her abundant curves and the tanktop clung to her bra. The ever-so-slight bagginess of her jumpsuit had used to hide some specifics of her well-honed shape. Now there was nothing left to the imagination but the exact shade of skin color beneath the white cotton. And if her body felt just as scrumptious as it looked.
Then Sue pushed her chest out with a firm inhale, the tanktop stretching tightly around her bra, its unstable molecules far better equipped to handle her heaving breasts than the thin tank was. Tim could see each thread of cotton fray and struggle to contain her cleavage as it quite simply begged to be free.
“Tim, right?”
Tim cursed inwardly, being called by his other name while in Robin mode enough to distract him from possibly the very definition of the word MILF. Of course, having met the whole class and knowing that only one of them could be Robin, she would’ve put together that it was him, with his slight build and slender frame. He was wiry and compact, his musculature not immediately obvious underneath the layers of clothes he carefully wore to hid his physical fitness, but there was no hiding his height and hairstyle, the general shape of his face even with the mask practically screaming in Sue’s face. And, having only just met him, his practiced persona had had no time to throw her off the scent of suspecting him. He’d possibly just given away his and Batman’s identities to an entire universe.
Not that, on second thought, Sue seemed inclined to care about any of that. She licked her lips, wiping away a trace of blood with its coppery scent, the dew drops of sweat holding onto her plump lower lip. Her eyes glanced over Tim’s body, mercilessly and appealingly showcased in his skintight costume, Tim glad his growing arousal was hidden by both his unitard and his tunic. It was the battle, he thought desperately. The adrenaline was still pumping, but the control Batman had taught him in combat situations was no longer necessary. He couldn’t seem to retrieve it in these odd, scintillating circumstances.
Sue reached up her body again, and Tim thought with some relief that she was going to pull her costume shut again, having gotten some air and perhaps realized how inappropriately attired she was with it open. But no. She ran the tips of her fingers lightly over those full, full lips, as if seeing if there was any trace left of the apparently delicious cocktail of blood and sweat she had just tasted, then her fingers ran down over her chin, her throat, nails running fleetingly over her breasts with a gentle scrape. Her hands flattened over her trim belly, then down further to her belt. Apparently, the 4 there was a clasp as well. When it opened, Tim could see the zipper that ran from the bottom of the tunic flap to deep between her legs. Sue moaned as her flat fingernails ran over that as well.
“Marry me, Tim. Be my husband. Let me do my wifely duties for you—serve you as your mate should… don’t think of it as sex. It’d just be masturbation. I am your other half, after all… let’s see who’s the better half…”
Tim pulled his cape tightly around himself, drawing his body into the intimidating visage his black cape was meant to give him. “Miss,” he began in his most officious voice, “it’s clear to me you’re suffering from mental tampering, and should see a qualified healthcare specialist immediately or seclude yourself somewhere private to wait for it to—“
Sue stretched out her hand, pointed at Tim’s nether regions. Tim didn’t feel a thing, making it all the more disquieting when he looked down and saw portions of his cape and pants had vanished, revealing his cock X-rayed inside his underwear. Its growing girth had become too large to be hidden by his vest, requiring the cape to fully obscure it. That just made it all the more startling to have his erection revealed in full, its sizable length and width almost seeming mismatched to his trim body.
Sue stared at it hungrily. “Please me, husband. It’s your job. Your calling! Look at that thing! You were born to use it on me!”
No matter how desperately Tim tried to cover himself with hands or cape, Sue was simply able to turn the impediments invisible with the same power she more commonly used on herself. There was no hiding just how erect her attempts at seduction had made him. No point in pretending he was immune to her breathtaking beauty, or her scintillating offer.
Sue didn’t see the point either. A force field swooped into existence behind Tim and prodded him forward, right into her welcoming embrace. Her lips met his, tongue delving into his mouth almost as enthusiastically as her fingers tried his belt buckle, the fastenings on the lower part of his tunic, the fly on his unitard. Such things were designed to be hard to penetrate, as a matter of course, but Sue had long since developed a keen scientific mind to keep up with her husband and stay abreast of their many expeditions. A slightly complicated garment could do little to deter her.
Mind control, Tim realized, all in a single great rush. If it was anything like telepathy worked back home, the Mandrill had completely bypassed her conscious mind to her subconscious, leaving her with this biological impetus she was expressing as best she knew how. The thing was, this kind of mental command required constant reinforcement, the Mandrill or whoever sending continuous new orders. With him out of commission, Sue would fulfill her last impetus, then it would wear off, like a sleeper agent achieving their mission. All she had to do was service her husband—or an appropriate proxy…
While Tm was trying desperately to keep up with Sue’s possession of his lips and give her the pleasure she was so clearly demanding from him, his belt was opened, his tunic was opened at the waist, his fly was unzipped, and his underwear met a similar fate. In seconds, his cock was seemingly protruding through the tunic that still ably covered his upper body. Sue pulled away from him then, Tim’s lips feeling oddly swollen by the brutal combination of her kiss and then open air. She spat in her hand, then smiled as she closed in for another kiss, her wet hand now grasping his cock to lewdly jerk on its stiffness.
Tim could now only try to do as Sue was doing, and return some of the many orgasmic kisses she was hitting him with. When her lips traveled his neck and ear, enjoying making him coo with pleasure, Tim bit down on his gloves and wrenched them off, the better to feel out her warm body within the open jumpsuit dangling off her.
Sue was struggling out of it even as she kissed him, with an able assist from Tim, the two making a good team as they cooperated to remove Sue from her clothes. In seconds, they’d worked out having Tim peel her tanktop over her head while she shimmied her jumpsuit down her long legs, bare except for the black panties that seemed more like a sick joke than any effective covering of her sex. By then, however, Tim was hungrily kissing Sue, one hand jerking the panties down after her jumpsuit.
Sue, though, had no interest in having Tim return her favor and handle her as she was so adeptly handling her. Not when there was such a big, gorgeous cock for her to discover. There was an elevator nearby and Sue hammered on the call panel, exploring Tim’s mouth further as the car whistled to their floor, then shoving him inside and hitting the button for her home floor.
Once the elevator was in motion, she dropped to her knees before him, heedless of his age or her own status as a mother of two, a wife and sister, a well-respected celebrity in her own right. Tim’s cock was right in front of her, throbbing visibly, with precum oozing from the tip as further temptation. She leaned forward and lapped away all traces of it. She could tell Tim had a lot of cum, but that was no reason to waste any of it.
Tim, for his part, felt an invisible softness form behind his head, and peacefully leaned against it as Sue jacked hard on his engorged cock. “Your wife’s a very horny woman, Tim,” Sue said softly. “She really needs to be fucked with this big, hard prick.”
Tim grinned as a fresh helping of precum ran milkily from his cockhead. Sue smiled to herself, leaning forward to trail her tongue over his knob, then sucking what she collected deeper into her mouth. It tasted even better than she’d thought it had.
“I’m going to blow you, Tim,” Sue said, her voice even softer, a whisper. “But I’m not going to let you orgasm, as much as I want to drink your cum straight from your balls. No, we’re going to go up to our room, to our marriage bed with this big, beautiful cock rock-hard for me. Then you’ll give your wife the fucking she needs!”
Tim nodded intently and Sue cocked her head to the side, sighing ruefully over the sacrifices she had to make as a wife and mother. To think, she could’ve had him coming all over her face…
Instead, Sue popped Tim’s cockhead inside her mouth, puckering her cheeks to suck him as hard as he could. Tim nearly lost his footing, suddenly having his manhood drowned in pleasure.
Sue undid her bra as she waited. It wouldn’t take long until Tim had an erection that wouldn’t be killed by anything short of his wife’s wet, hot pussy.
***
Sue had led Tim to her room—to hers and Reed’s room—with her hand around his cock. Not only did she want to make sure he stayed with her, she didn’t want to stop feeling his hot, hard manhood for any reason. She stepped heedlessly through the communal ‘living room’ of the home floor, over the abandoned toys and projects of her children and their friends, through the automated door into her own private quarters. There, she was just as careless in passing framed pictures and holograms of her and Reed, the family they’d built—dating, marriage, honeymoon, childbirth, adventures and everyday moments, all blithely ignored as Sue hauled her young lover to the same bed she’d shared with Reed for so long, the same place where he’d given her two wonderful children.
There, at the foot of her marriage bed, surrounded by reminders of domestic bliss, Sue fully disrobed, exposing herself to Tim with complete shamelessness before flopping back onto the bed, her bare breasts bounding such that she would’ve been scandalized if even her husband had seen them—just not today.
And so Sue sprawled on her back, legs parting, mouth open, hands massaging at her crotch to try to make up for the pleasure Tim wasn’t yet giving her, the pleasure she couldn’t live without. She was horny, hornier than she’d ever been in her life, only for this teenage boy’s huge cock. She was dying to feel it inside her.
Sue raised her head, having to tear herself away from the delight of her own masturbation—the sight of which had rendered Tim still and speechless. A violent heat coursed through her pussy as she saw Tim’s cock once more. It seemed bigger than ever. “Fuck me right now,” she shouted hoarsely. “Hurry, darling, fuck my cunt!”
Tim just stood there, gaping at her, his cock ready and willing, but the boy unsure of what to do with his able equipment.
Sue whimpered, fingering her cunt as fast as she could, squirming her ass on the bed, her legs still spread so wide Tim could look inside her, see the pathetic substitute her fingers made for his cock. He undid his neck clasp, letting his cape fall behind him, ripped his tunic open, shrugging it off as well.
“Fuck me, Tim, fuck me!” Sue took her hands to her legs, spreading them as wide as they’d go, lifting her knees into her large breasts, opening her cunt completely for the acceptance of Tim’s cock.
All that was left now was the green unitard that Sue had already unzipped. Tim plainly tore it off his body, revealing the sculpted muscles and smooth flesh Sue had known were underneath his clothes. Now totally naked, his cock stood up taller than ever, enormous, swollen to bursting with blood and cum. Tim clambered over her, climbing onto the bed as possessively as he mounted her, aiming his cock at her open cunt.
He looked into Sue’s eyes as he entered her, feeling a buttery resistance at first, then a soft and warm parting before him, her tightness almost sucking him inside. He saw Sue’s eyes widen, her mouth stretch, her tongue loll obscenely to the corner of her lips as her cunt was finally done being empty.
With barely a moment to grow used to the feeling of being filled so thoroughly, Sue scissored her legs around Tim’s slender waist, furiously humping herself up against his penetrating cock. “Fuck me, fuck me!” she begged, her voice at an even higher timbre than before now that she had him inside her, already giving her the beginnings of a truly awe-inspiring orgasm. “Your wife is so horny… your wife is so fucking starved for her husband’s cock! Fuck my cunt good, Tim, make it come!”
“If you’re my wife,” Tim said, his mind whirling far too fast for any sense of morality to keep up, “shouldn’t you do as I say?”
Filled with the intoxicating arousal of the Mandrill’s spell, Sue nodded desperately. “Command me, husband! Tell your wife how to take good care of you!”
Tim pulled out of her and, figuring it was better to be hung for a sheep than a lamp, turned the audibly dismayed Sue over, onto her belly, her great breasts cresting the sheets, her ripe ass facing him for the first time, begging to be fucked with the sheer juiciness of its buoyant flesh. Just to see if it would snap Sue out of her present state, he slapped Sue right on her left cheek, her matronly, wide-hipped ass wobbling like it never wanted to stop.
“Oh God!” Sue moaned, sounding more lustful than ever. “Do you wanna fuck my ass?” She reached back, gripping the firm, rounded cheeks of her bottom, spreading them wide apart for Tim to see the puckered entrance to her ass. “Do you actually wanna fuck my ass? My other husband never does that—says it’s my vagina that’s designed to have a penis in it. Like having one in my ass is sick. Sick and wrong and twisted and perverse! Put it in my hole, Tim!” she cried finally, looking at him anxiously over her shoulder. “Your wife’s tight ass is yours to fuck!”
Tim hunched atop her, aiming his stone-hard cockhead at her asshole, pushing into its ring, lubricating her with the juices her pussy had well and truly soaked him with. Sue sighed with a happy titter as she felt her asshole stretching, spreading until it seemed like it would burst with the effort of holding Tim’s enormous cock inside it. Well, it wasn’t like he had a condom anyway, and one Robin being a teen parent was quite enough.
“My asshole needs a good fucking!” Sue growled, relishing each word like she was shouting vile obscenities at her worst enemy. She pushed her ass backward, finding Tim’s stately, solicitous entry into her backdoor far too slow to sate her lust. “Cram that big dick inside me! I want all of it!”
Tim pushed down with relentless obedience, obeying Sue’s lustful orders like the well-trained soldier he was. He had the feeling of being a toy Sue was using to satisfy some deep-seated need, which drove away whatever guilt he felt over his own enjoyment. He was simply a tool, giving Sue what she wanted, what she was desperate for—the woman begging for and enjoying every inch he sunk into her tight ass.
He paused once he was all the way inside her, having forced his way in fast enough to satisfy her but not too quickly that she couldn’t accommodate him. She’d been in pain, he knew, but those pained sounds had been full of pleasure, and the pressure of her sphincter gripping and squeezing the base of his cock wasn’t half-bad either.
“Yes, yes,” Sue was saying, her quiet voice directed more to herself than anyone else. “What I always wanted, always dreamed of… just want to be a good wife… good wife for my husband… fuck my every hole… all for him…”
It was possible she was something of a submissive. Tim dragged his cock back out of her, stopping with his glans just parting her sphincter, then he slammed back into her. Sue squealed in surprise, but no pain, and exhaled in a groan of voluptuous pleasure. A climax, brisk and relieving and only the beginning.
“Yes,” she repeated. “Yes.” It now seemed to be her only thought, and Tim wanted it to stay that way. He repeated the motion with growing speed, reaming her asshole with long, skillful strokes that grew hard and fast, until Sue pushed her hand under her belly to finger her clit, her pussy, writhing and bucking under him with the all-important pleasure she was receiving. “Harder, Tim! Keep on fucking me, fucking your wife! I’m gonna come again!” Then she shook her head, corrected herself. “I can’t stop coming!”
Tim fucked her asshole as hard as he could, driving her pussy onto her fingers, her knees into the mattress, the mattress into creaking bed springs. He could even hear the floorboards groan under the legs of the bed, the fury of his thrusting going right through Sue Storm. Sue stiffened all over, unable to stand the heat slamming all through her body, the power building explosively in her ravaged asshole. With three finger stuffed in her cunt, she was coming again, coming uncontrollably, an ecstatic pressure temporarily released in her orgasmic deluge that slapped into the bedspread between her legs, leaving a dark spot that would take hours to fade.
She thought of Reed finding it when he finally came to bed, finding out that his wife had become Tim’s wife, gotten the pleasure she’d always wanted from him but so rarely gotten, that she’d come and come and come while he was too busy with his science projects. The thought almost seemed to make her come again, but she couldn’t discount how good it felt to have Tim’s big prick entering her as she had always dreamed.
As if sensing her literally guilty pleasure, Tim slapped her on the ass again, feeling the force of the blow travel through his deeply embedded dick with a wonderful tang. Sue cried out again, her ‘punishment’ making her feel even guiltier, the fuck more taboo, everything naughtier and sleazier and sexier. She felt like a whore, a skank, a slut—the kind of bitch who would marry a barely legal teen just because he fucked her so well, so hard.
“Punish me!” she breathed. “Punish your wife for being such a nasty whore! Discipline her, husband!”
Tim sank on top of her, driving every inch of his rigid prick into her ass, then covered her already flushed cheeks with slaps, the pressure and muted force he felt on his shaft making Tim almost think he was using Sue’s willing body to masturbate himself. It was a decadent, indolent sensation, especially how Sue moaned with every blow, sighed with the simple presence of his cock inside her ass.
“Bad girl,” Sue moaned, again almost to herself—Tim again got the feeling that he was just satisfying her, being used by her, and it was somehow intoxicating. “Imma bad girl… punish the bad girl… make me take it… make me take your cum…”
For long minutes, Tim spanked Sue’s ass at his leisure, slowly converting its tanned bronze to a sheen of red not unlike a particularly ripe fruit. Sue began to beat her head against the mattress, chanting how she wanted his cum, how she needed his cum, how a wife was the only place husbandly cum belonged. She worked her body back against him, masturbating his cock in and out of her ass in complete servitude to his pleasure and to the pleasure he gave her.
She said he could put it anywhere, so long as it was with her—in her ass, in her pussy, in her mouth, across her tits. He could cum in her hair and she’d style it into a hairdo, walk around the city using his seed as gel. And as much as he tried to hold out, Tim could not resist Sue’s depraved fantasies forever.
Especially when she talked about how he could cum all over her and she would have one of her friends lick it off, describing in detail some of the beautiful women she’d befriended and admired, and some of the daydreams she’d had to indulge herself while Reed neglected her. Her fantasy life was so detailed that Tim could almost see it, all those lovingly described girls, some good, some bad, but all willing to either serve Sue or force her into servitude. He made the mistake of closing his eyes and he could picture them—She-Hulk, Crystal, Medusa, Lyja, Alicia Masters, Frankie Raye, Sharon Ventura, a plethora of girlfriends of Sue’s own brother, whose philandering ways Sue had always envied. It was too much for him—not just the scenarios Sue dreamed up, but the memory of how dignified and repressed she had been, compared to this lustful, sex-starved madwoman demanding he fuck her, fuck her forever, keep her coming until the end of time.
The cum seemed to boil out of Tim, sending tremors through his shaft as it fired between the blushing cheeks of Sue’s ass, flooding her burning asshole as if anything could put out her hot lust. Sue squealed as she felt him fill her up, his seed foaming out of her asshole, running down her thighs, joining the obscene pool of her own juices upon the bed.
Groaning in satisfied defeat, Tim pulled out of her, upon which Sue whirled around and confronted his half-hard cock. Shamelessly, she popped it into her mouth, sucking from it her own juices and the semen it was covered with, not releasing him until Tim had produced another ejaculation to satisfy her. Thankfully, Tim’s body was young and fruitful, his load as prodigious as it would be had he been saving it up for weeks (and indeed, perhaps he had).
Even so, it took long minutes for Sue to sate herself, cleaning the cock of the tired, but happy, Tim. Then Sue rolled over onto her side, finally feeling the soreness in her overworked mouth and asshole and cunt, the hateful inertia of her body’s disuse giving way to wonderful, vibrant satisfaction.
And remembrance. At last she recalled her circumstances, her responsibilities, her life, and even the bright shining pleasure of what she’d just done (and done and done and done) not able to block the shame of how and why she’d been so gratified. And even that shame was not able to make her fully regret the enjoyment she’d just seized.
“Oh God, what have I done?” Sue muttered, her voice impossible to read, a smile impossible to erase from her cum-stained lips.
“Me?” Tim offered weakly, realizing that he’d been somewhat successful in satisfying whatever mental impetus the Mandrill had put on Sue, and so released her from its power.
Sue looked him over, shocked that her bold and impetuous lover, who had claimed her so thoroughly and given such loud voice to her fantasies, was so… short. “But you’re just a…”
She broke off, there. Her confused face resolved itself into a smile. A pleasurable tremor had gone through her body, and in the face of that, she simply could not feel guilt. Reed wouldn’t hold it against her, disobeying the strictures of a social custom he found no logic in. Tim was certainly not displeased. The only thing offended had been her own passive, priggish personality, which she had wrestled with before and would do so again. She’d fulfilled a fantasy, a fetish, and now it felt like a wall had broken inside her, letting out all the lusts she had pretended not to even feel. She wanted even more fucking, no matter how tired or sore this last session had left her. She wanted to fuck all night, and she wanted it with her husband, who she deserved, not with some boy, no matter how fit and well-hung.
Boy? No. He was a man, now. And it was time for her to be a woman.
***
“How was the field trip?” Reed asked, confidently tagging and locking away the ‘eye exam’ experiment, its testing successfully concluded.
“The Mandrill attacked,” Sue said. She was invisible—the better to hide that she had still not dressed, nor even wiped herself clean of her time with Tim. But she let her footfalls be heard, and that was enough for Reed to half-notice her. “He’s in custody now. And I fucked and sucked a teenage boy.”
“Oh?” Reed asked, a simple verbal grunt to encourage interaction, knowing Sue could hardly be finished with a conversation after a mere few sentences.
“Oh yes. I kissed him, showed him my naked body—it got him very hard—and I jacked him off and sucked him some, let him fuck me—in our bed, of course—then I let him fuck my ass, too. We really should try that sometime. I enjoyed it immensely.”
“That’s nice, dear.”
Sue uncloaked herself, feeling a nasty grin on her lips—long since licked clean of Tim’s seed. “Which reminds me… haven’t you been wanting to run a security drill on the building’s defenses, but of course Johnny and Ben have always had better things to do?”
“Yes, dear.”
“And I know you’ve been meaning to recapture the Mandrill ever since his escape. With a mostly male team, we are of course the best choice to go after him. Or trap him once he’s been lured in.”
“Of course, dear.”
“And didn’t you suggest once that I take a lover for when you’re too busy to satisfy me—maybe a series of one-night stands—just fucking someone because they suit my fancy, not because I feel any meaningful connection to them?”
“That’s fine, dear.”
“So one might wonder if you set this up.”
“Yes, dear.”
“’Yes, dear’ one might wonder or ‘yes, dear’ you set it up?”
Reed turned to look at her. He did not evince much surprise that she was naked, another man’s cum running down her leg. “It suddenly occurs to me—I am finished with my present experiment, so if you would require my attention on any other matter, this would be the ideal time for me to attend to it.”
“You do have a few husbandly duties to handle—stuff I need a man for—not a boy…“
Even, Sue left unsaid, with a thought to coddling Reed’s ego, such a big, big boy…
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