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He might’ve expected a sports bra, the yoga pants Jen wore that said ‘Green’ on the ass, even those booty shorts that made him feel like crap for not being able to take his eyes off ‘em, perched on the very top of her well-rounded thighs as they were.

Instead, she wore a pink bra of a dainty, lingerie style. Demi-cups and all, and they were shot through with holes, by design, little cut-outs in the 30G cups showing tantalizing tastes of green inside.

Her panties weren’t much better. They weren’t even boy-shorts. Heck, they might’ve been a thong—Ben was a little afraid of her turning around. And the crotch, while pink, wasn’t even opaque, it was a fine mesh that let him see the ghost of her womanhood, every bit as much as he could see but not really discern her breasts through her bra.

Ben was used to thinking of her as a warrior, her well-displayed muscles and even the tightest, skimpiest of costumes only emphasizing the power she possessed in her perfectly formed musculature. But with that top, those bottoms, there was no hiding the flattering curves of her flesh. The sex appeal was right in front of him, making him see even her bulging muscles as aspects of her incredible, undeniable sensuality.

Now, he saw her as a woman.

He saw her as a fuck.

Ben literally shook his head, as if he was seeing things—trying to ignore the obvious truth that he was seeing something, and for the obvious reason that Jen had shown it to him. “Aww, heck, Jen, I, uh, I wouldn’t want to get your nice undies there all ripped up. Probably run ya up a pretty penny. Lemme see if I can find ya somethin’ else to fight in. Ya know, some rags or somethin’…”

“I think I look much better in this than in rags,” Jen purred, her voice low and husky, and her green eyes downright glowing as she regarded him. Ben felt like a dildo or something, right before some horny she-devil reached for it…

“Of course ya do, Jen,” Ben agreed, taking an involuntary step back. He told himself to stop looking at her, stop looking at her tits and pussy, he could see them… but he also didn’t listen. “I just mean ya wouldn’t want those to get all ripped and torn up…”

“Would you?” Jen teased.

Ben took another step back, this time stumbling as if literally thrown off-balance by all her implications and innuendo. “Nah, no, of course not, Jenny—“

“So I should just take them off?” Jen asked, teasing one of the straps on her shoulder. Her fingers were so strong, and the lace so dainty-looking, that it seemed impossible for the situation to go a moment longer without the bra tearing, continuously impossible...

“Yes. No! Yes! So ya can put some, y’know, some work-out clothes on. That ya wouldn’t mind getting torn up!”

“So if I put some different clothes on, you’ll tear them off me?”

Ben couldn’t feel napalm blowing up around him, but at the moment, he was flushing so hard, he felt like he had boiling oil for blood. He wondered if he was still orange, even. That’s all the world needs—Red Thing. “Jenny, geez-louise, you’re twisting my words around all over the place! I’m just saying it’d be better if you was wearin’ work-out clothes! Clothes ya wouldn’t mind getting’ dirty!”

“Are we going to get dirty, Benjy?”

“You stop that! You’re making me sound like some kinda deviant here!”

“You’re the one saying I’d look better in a bunch of rags than in these Janet van Dyne Originals.”

Ben held his hands up as if about to plead for mercy. “It ain’t that, Jen, ya’d look good in anything!”

“But not in nothing, is that it?”

“You’re wearing next to nothin’ already!” Ben declared, exasperated.

“And I look good?”

“You know you do, Jen, but—“

“Imagine how I feel.”

“I shouldn’t—“

“Because I’m imagining how that feels.”

Ben groaned. Somewhere between Jen’s suggestion that he imagine how she feel, and, well, seeing her looking like she was going to one of those exercise places where they pole-danced to get in shape, a certain namesake of his had gotten the impression that its services would be required. And it was now offering them right through his pants.

“No wonder they call you the Thing,” Jen breathed, biting down on the nail of her pinky finger in open appreciation of the view. “And they call Reed Mister Fantastic…”

Ben held his hands in front of his groin, desperately trying to both hide his member from view and prevent it from rising any higher.

“Oh, no, don’t do that,” Jen said, almost panting now. “I can do it for you.”

“Jen!”

“I can do a lot of things for you—“

Ben turned sidelong to her. With both of his hands joined, thumb to pinky, and his erection held inside his palms, his shame was just about hidden. “I’m guessing ya know about my predicament here—“

“Uh-huh,” Jen agreed, hands behind her back, bobbing on the balls of her feet, her new seductive pose making Ben’s manhood throb so hard that he could hear it grating against his palms, like a pestle and mortar. “Alicia told me—“

“Alicia!” 

“Yeah. Blind people are the best. I know you don’t swing that way, but if you’re ever in some alternate dimension where Daredevil is a woman—“

Ben was now practically turned around, hiding his… embarrassment from Jen with his whole body. “Look, I appreciate the sentiment, but I couldn’t ask ya to throw me some… I mean… ta, ta… shop yourself out like that, or whatever. Yer better than that, Jenny.”

Jen laughed, rich and deep and closer, she was coming towards him, pulling off her sneakers as she went. “I know, Ben. Believe me, this isn’t me taking a bullet. It’s more like… throwing myself on my sword? At least, my sword for the next hour or so…”

“Ah geez, Jen, why’s ya gotta talk like dat? Yer making me start to hurt, keeping myself all cooped up in this furshlugginer—“

“It can be nice when it hurts a bit,” Jen teased. Now he heard her pulling her socks off, and that was the most unexpectedly arousing thing of all. She really did intend to—with him—she wanted to. 

“Mmmhmm,” Jen confirmed, seeing the realization stiffen him. His back, at least. Most of him couldn’t get any stiffer… “There’s always been this tension between us. Me wondering if you could take me. If I could take you. I know we never acted on it—I would never want to get between you and Alicia, I’m not some homewrecker—buuuuuut… as long as this little opportunity has presented itself… it’d be nice to find out what it’d be like, wouldn’t it?”

“Jen, ya really… with me, you’d wanna… I mean, it’s not even normal…”

“No, it’s not average,” Jen corrected, planting her palm on his shoulder. “It’s very, very much not average…” 

She looked over his shoulder. Ben heard her coo in his ear as he let it go, to grow to its full size and rise to its full height, ripping out of his pants with the force of its need.

“Ben, turn around… look at me…”

Ben did, careful not to hit her with the cudgel leading out in front of him. 

“You’re right… I don’t want these all stretched out of shape.” 

Jen reached to the catch between her breasts, opening up her bra in one practiced motion. Her breasts were so perky that the presence or absence of a bra barely made a difference in their proud positioning, but still, they were so big that even the oversized bra was a restraint, and its freeing allowed her massive teats to drop down a crucial half-inch, that shocking motion sending outrageous ripples all through the pendulous, yet high-set heft of her cleavage. As they settled, bare centimeters below where the bra had held them, and seeming even bigger than before, they continued to jostle and bounce as if Jen had been jumping on a trampoline, and now was standing on it as it worked through all the motion she’d invested in it.

Ben stared, stared at a woman so well-endowed that she could do the Baywatch thing while standing still, the interval of the jiggling bordering on the parodic before it stopped, leaving only the long, weighty heaves of her breathing… as she stooped down, vibrating her breasts once more, to remove her panties. He saw her peel them down, the inside of the crotch marked with wetness, the space between her legs marked with green hair and pink opening, and the anxious discomfort that had been with him since he’d heard he would have to step out on Alicia became pure, concentrated lust.

Too much lust, in fact, for his body to handle.

“Ahh, Jen—Jen—aww geez!”

He gripped his manhood tightly, feeling as though he had to restrain it, or perhaps just for the pleasure of his own clutching throb, but either way, his mind went blank, and he was aware of himself coming, as powerfully and naturally as if he’d given into his baser urges and spent the better part of an hour building himself to orgasm. Just from seeing Jen naked.

She cried out as he came on her, cried out and he filled her mouth with his cum before waving his cock to soak her face with his rank white seed. 

And she swallowed.

“I guess you needed that,” Jen said, smacking her lips. Scooping it off her chest and feeding it into her mouth like a spot of honey. “Anything left in the tank, or do I have to find a stalactite to finish this up?”

Ben grinned as he undressed. He enjoyed the way Jen’s widened eye seemed to caress his naked flesh, imagining the power and roughness he would soon be using on her, finally lingering on his large erection.

“Ohh, Benjy! You’re hard again! Already!” Jen squealed as she wiped herself off with her bra and panties, using her hair to finish cleaning herself of his cum. Despite all her banter about preserving the expensive lingerie, they were a worthy sacrifice to feel his seed again—this time inside her.

She knew she didn’t have to worry about Ben leaving her needing an orgasm she would never have. To judge by how quickly his cock regained its potency, he might be the one running her down.

Jen laid down on her back, already fashionably disheveled, with her cum-slick hair mussed and sticking to her body in places. Her breasts settled against her reclining chest, still firm and proud, but giving into gravity enough to prove their reality and softness. Jen smiled up at Ben, spreading her legs for the only cock in the world that could satisfy her now.

“Come on, Benjy, don't make me wait!" she begged as she scooped up her full tits in both hands and held them up to him like some sort of pagan offering.

Ben groaned and sank down onto the floor, covering one of her tits with his greedily sucking mouth, licking her stiff, dark green nipple with his tongue, grazing it with the edges of his teeth.

"Ohhhh, yessss, Ben!" Jen moaned, clenching like he was already entering her.

As he sucked and licked her tits, he rammed two fingers into her hot pussy. With their width and thickness, it was like Jen was being penetrated twice in the same hole. And as tight as she was, she couldn’t keep him out for a second.

"Ohhh, fingerfuck me, Benjy, that feels soooo good!" Jen yelled, bucking her hips up toward his invading fingers.

At the same time, she ran her hands over his bursting cock and balls, thrilling to the enormous size of his member. It had been so long since she’d had a prick that gorgeous inside her, and she could hardly wait to experience the thrill of it.

Ben continued to fingerfuck Jen, barely able to think as he felt her hot juices pouring out over his hand, and her hand stroking his aching prick. Jen groaned with desire and clasped Ben’s fingers with her inner muscles, relishing that she didn’t have to hold back, that he could take just how tight she was and the strong, sucking pull of her pleasure on his fingers. She heard Ben growl as he felt her depths suckle at his fingertips. Then she released her hold, allowing him to slip his fingers from her hole. 

Ben rammed them back into her and she clenched her pussy around them. Over and over, Ben fingered Jen while she squeezed and stroked his big, hard cock. Just seconds later, Jen felt the beginnings of a huge orgasm and she bucked her hips up violently against Ben’s fucking hand.

"Ohhh, Benjy, I'm commmiiinnnggg!" she screamed, throwing her head back in ecstasy as a gigantic climax thundered through her pussy, making her entire body vibrate with pleasure and further need.

As she came, Jen's hand pumped faster on the Thing's prick until he pulled it out of her grasp. He didn't want to come until he was deeply buried inside her pussy.

As Jen writhed and twisted on the floor, still in the throes of her orgasm, Ben continued to fingerfuck her furiously, sucking hard on her tits, moving his head from one to the other and back again, tonguing and licking the hard nipples, now stingingly hard from her climax.

"Ohhh, God, I'm still commmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!" she screamed.

As she squirted—as she gushed—Jen thought how strange it was that Ben's fingers were able to give her a much more thrilling orgasm than her own hand was able to give her. She guessed that unlike when it came to heads, three fingers were better than four.

Suddenly, Ben removed his fingers from her pussy and took his mouth from her tits. “Looks like drinks are on youse, Jen,” he said, eyes sliding between her legs. “An’ I’m thirsty as fuck!”

Then, he settled his face between her creamy thighs and nuzzled her wet pussy.

"Ohhh, yessss," the heroine wailed as she felt his hot breath on her engorged cuntlips. "Eat meeeee! Eat my pussy!"

Ben moaned and licked the full length of the girl's labia before he spread them wide and stabbed his tongue inside. As the She-Hulk groaned in passion, still spasming with orgasm, Ben reached underneath her and grasped her firm asscheeks, shoving her cunt up toward his hungry mouth.

He expertly found her little clit at once and he sucked it hard as it jerked in orgasm.

"Ohhh, holy shit, Ben! You must love the taste of my cunt!" Jen cried. “I love how you love the taste of—“

He shoved his wet fingers between his lips. Shulkie was one of the few people who had a mouth as big as Ben’s, but that was metaphorically speaking—she was hard-pressed to keep her cheeks stuffed with more than one digit.

“Ya serve up a good meal, ginger,” he teased her, feeling her instinctively sucking on his fingers. “Ain’t no wonder I’m goin’ for seconds!”

Ben flicked his tongue hard and fast against Jen's twitching clit as her juices poured from her cunt and ran wetly into his mouth. He swallowed them thirstily, loving the taste of her tangy cream.

"Ohhhh, God, God, God!" Jen groaned around the fingers rapidly straining into her throat. She squirmed and twisted from side to side, her voluptuous tits bouncing around on her chest as she came again and again. It felt so damn good. He was such a good fuck. Ben knew just how to drive her mad with lust for him, and she knew that he would be just as skilled in using his huge cock once he started fucking her.

She raised her legs up high in the air and wrapped them around the back of his neck, holding him there to suck her juices out of her pussy as rapidly as she could give them to him. Jen arched her body sharply and her ass flew up off the floor as her teammate lapped at her pussy, making wet, slurping sounds that filled the room, charging the sexual atmosphere even more intensely.

Finally, the twitching movement of her clit began to subside, and Ben knew that her orgasms were ending. He took his juice-soaked mouth from her pussy and looked at her flushed and smiling face. This was the happiest he had seen Jen in a while, and he found himself mirroring her satisfaction as he swelled with pride at pleasuring her so ably.

"Ohhh, fuck me now, Benjy, I'm ready!" she cried, feeling intoxicated with lust and pleasure. If only all knew how to get her this hot and wet before fucking her...

Without missing a beat, Ben grabbed hold of his throbbing cock and guided it to the entrance of Jen's gorgeous, pulsating pussy. She reached down and put her strong hands on the Thing's broad shoulders to stop him for a minute.

"What is it, baby?" Ben asked with a grin.

"Let me... Ben, let me do it... let me put your cock inside my pussy," she said breathlessly.

"You got it, baby, go for it," Ben said, thrilled by her suggestion.

Jen moved her hands down to his crotch and grasped the root of his big cock. It was like a sauna rock—hard and unquestionably weighty, but also fuming with an internal heat that was not always evident in his stony body. She felt like she was touching the very core of him.

"Ohhh, baby, do it, use it like it was meant t’ be!" Ben said with a moan.

Making little mewling sounds between her parted lips, Jen eagerly slid the Thing's hard prick between her gaping pussylips, shoving it farther and farther inside her. Ben pushed forward gently with his hips, helping her to fully impale her pussy on his long, thick rod.

"There's just a little bit left to go. You do it now, Benjy. I want to feel you fucking it all the way inside me!" she cried, tears of lust springing to her eyes.

Ben grinned. He liked her style. He leaned back as far as possible without dislodging his cock. Then, with one mighty shove, he thrust the entire length of his prick into her to the hilt, not stopping until the boulders of his testes were against her ass.

"OH MY GOD!" Jen screamed loudly as she felt the exquisite, mind-blowing pleasure that had been denied her for too long. “N-never… never been this good… this BIG!”

Her pussy was completely stuffed with Ben's hard cock. It pushed against the sides of her cunt, stretching her walls to the breaking point. Bolts of fiery ecstasy tore through her. At last! she thought excitedly. At long last she had what so few had been able to give her... a skillful, a masterful cock filling her pussy.

"You like this?" Ben asked with a grin.

"Mmm, yeah, Benjy, you're the best! This is what I've been needing all these months! Fuck me hard now, Thing! Fuck me like the man you are!" she sobbed.

Ben reared back and let all but the tip of his cock slip out of Jen's cunt. Then he lunged into her again.

"Yesssss!" she screeched as she felt the head of the Thing's prick bouncing off the back of her cunt.

She sucked in her breath sharply. She wanted this wonderful, satisfying fuck to go on forever, but she needed to come again, too. And she needed to feel her dear friend's cum filling up her pussy. It had been so long since she had known that joy.

Again, Ben pulled his cock almost all the way out of She-Hulk's pussy and then plunged it into her again. Over and over again, he repeated his thrusting movements. Time and time again, he reamed out her pussy with slow, steady strokes.

"Ohhh, yessss, Thing, you're fucking me sooo good! Keep it up, Thing! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck my little pussy with that great big cock of yours! Fuck meeeeeee," she wailed, half out of her mind with lust for Ben's massive prick and for the expert way he fucked her with it.

She raised her legs in the air again and slammed her crotch up against Ben's as he drove his prick into her hot cunt, over and over again.

As impossible as it seemed, Ben could feel the tightness and heat of her depths getting even to him, giving him pleasure he hadn’t had in ages, overwhelming him like never before. He’d done alright for himself, but there’d still been one hell of a drought—now he was in monsoon season. Jen’s cunt was vise and volcano all at once, taking him to the brink of premature ejaculation. And even though his hard-on would be good for another two or three cumshots, he didn’t want to waste anything, rush anything, not after he’d already embarrassed himself just by looking at her, like a damn kid!

Ben sought to distract himself. “Hey, ginger, not complainin’ or nuthin, but how comes ya callin’ me Thing? This ain’t exactly no official business we’re on here!”

Thrilled beyond belief, Jen grabbed hold of the Thing's upper arms and shoulders, trying to capture more of his prick as she continued to thrust her pussy upwards, matching him stroke for stroke. The two titans were fucking together slowly, rhythmically, like a well-oiled machine.

“It’s hard to think of you as unassuming ol’ Ben Grimm when you’re railing me this way!” she replied wryly. “Right now you’re a beast, Ben, a force of nature! And I love it! That’s what I want to fuck right now! Ben Grimm—the Thing!”

Jen raised her head up and mashed her mouth against his, sliding her tongue into his mouth, sucking hard on his tongue, nibbling on its edges.

"Mmmm," he moaned in ecstasy.

She pulled her head free from his and tossed it from side to side, feeling her orgasm building.

"Unnhh, yesss, Thing, yesss," she chanted over and over as he continued to slam the full length of his turgid prick up her small, tight cunt.

"Ohhh, baby, you're the greatest screw in the world! Your little pussy is so goddamned tight! Can’t believe I fit!" Ben yelled, feeling his balls tightening up against the base of his cock.

"God, oh God, Thing—you don’t! That’s why it feels so gooooood! " she cried tearfully and then she gasped, starting to come.

Ben felt She-Hulk’s pussy spasming wildly against the sides of his cock and he knew she was coming. He grinned down at her, fucking her even harder now.

"Come, baby, come hard for the ever-lovin’ blue-eyed Thing! Then I'll reward you with a big load of cream!" he said lewdly.

Ben's obscene words intensified the orgasm that was pounding through Jen's loins now.

"Ohhhh, commmiiinnnggg, Thing, I'm coming hard... just for you!" she gasped, clenching her teeth tightly together as a geyser of hot juice poured from her, soaking the Thing's thrusting cock.

"Unnnhhh, yeah, baby, yeah, that's a great one! I can feel your little cunt shaking all over the fucking place! Jeeesus, feeling you coming like this is... making me... gooooooooooo!" Ben shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Yes! Shoot your whole load inside me!" Jen squealed, grasping Ben's asscheeks and trying to pull him even deeper inside her. “I have to feel all of your hot cum filling me all up!”

Ben's prick made loud slurping sounds as he continued to dig into Jen's cunt which closed itself around his cock like a vise. Intense spasms of orgasm shook the She-Hulk, making her body thrash violently on the floor as she finally felt a huge, hot spurt of cum splash into her.

"Ohhh, I can feel you coming inside me, you wonder, you Thing!"

Ben grinned down at Jen, taking as much pleasure in her ecstasy as he did in his own. He continued to come, wad after wad of thick, creamy spunk shooting from his jerking cock and splashing wetly against the girl's folds, making her moan with sheer unbridled pleasure.

Just when Jen felt her orgasm subsiding, another one took its place, and still another until the wailing giantess was happily lost in the throes of a long chain of climaxes, all of them blending together.

Ben had finished coming, but he could feel Jen's cunt still orgasming against the sides of his cock and he remained inside her, stroking her tits and kissing her tenderly as she continued to come.

"Ohhh, Benjy, that was soooo good," Jen sighed happily when finally the last of her orgasms pounded through her. She felt Ben's still-hard prick deep inside her cunt and she moaned with renewed passion. "Can we fuck again? Right now?"

Ben laughed with delight. What had he ever done to deserve such a beautiful, sexy one-night stand?

"You got it, ginger!" he said eagerly as he picked her up and carried her to the wall…