Avengers Fuck X-Men update (Patreon)

Carol’s threesome had rearranged themselves, the men now comfortably kneeling and sitting around Carol as she laid on the floor to enjoy their pricks.

Tony stroked his lengthy cock. The engorged head throbbed as his hand slid up and down his shaft. He stared at Carol’s mouth as he moved closer. Carol put her fingers around his stiff erection and Tony put his hand over hers, squeezing her grip tighter into the hardness of his manhood. He liked to feel her strength really clench on his prick.

Carol moaned loudly. She reached up with her free hand and got a firm grip on Scott’s balls. His hips rocked with him fucking into Carol’s mouth, his scrotum pulling at her hand as she held it firm.

Scott groaned, leaning back, pulling his hands behind his head to relax as Carol’s mouth pitched up and down on his manhood. Carol went further back and forth on his cock, able to take in over half of Scott’s massive erection, moaning gleefully as it seated itself in her gullet. She loved the feel of having it in her mouth and another stiff cock in her pumping hand.

She worked Scott’s balls even harder. He rocked his pelvis in hard gyrations, grinding his endowment in Carol’s mouth. Her lips followed every move he made, her head ping-palling back and forth with his thrusts. Carol clamped down hard to try and hold him in place with the sheer suction of her mouth. Her naked body jiggled as it took the reverberations of his thrusts all up and down its length.

Tony was getting close. Carol could see the precum spilling out of his glans-hole. She pulled harder on his shaft, moaning urgently. Tony shuffled forward on his knees, leaning over and rubbing his cockhead against her cheek while she kept fucking her face on Scott’s member.

Tony let go of her hand, leaving her free to rub and stroke his prick. She did the same as he had been doing, but even more firmly, smearing his dripping knob against her cheek and down her tanned throat. She released Scott’s balls and pushed a full breast up to rub against Tony’s cock.

His hips surged forward, overcoming her grip to push into the soft warmth of her cleavage. Carol collared him with her hand, but let him hump against her billowing flesh until the skin he was rubbing burned with feeling. She guided his cockhead over her nipple, squeezing the throbbing shaft to spur him on.

Her mouth kept running up and down Scott’s prick. She hilted her mouth on him, slamming his blunt cockhead into the back of her mouth, gargling on saliva and precum as it tried to wedge its way into her throat. She shifted and swayed on the rug, scrunching it up under her writhing body.

Carol sighed pleasurably with every short, quickened breath. Her mouth and hands worked on the two men’s cocks as if she had been doing it all her life. Her body’s controlled thrashing drove her bare pussy through the air, and the motion spilled fresh wetness over the engorged lips of her sex.

She slid her lips off of Scott’s knob and began licking it instead. She enjoyed watching the contortions of his face while her tongue scoured his glans. It went all over his huge prick, pushing it down with the force of her tongue, then letting it spring back up in its engorged hardness.

Carol was in a state of cock-induced bliss. She had lost all sense of reality. Her mouth seemed to move and twist on its own. She loved to cover every pulsing inch of Scott’s manhood with her saliva, lubricating the way for her to pitch her mouth up and down its length. Her hands rubbed both Tony’s cock and her own breasts.

Scott needed more—he reached down and gripped his cock, then jerked it off with the head still in Carol’s mouth. His foreskin bunched up inside Carol’s mouth, then he pulled it taut again as his hand came down to the base of his cock. He watched her, panting, and his other hand went around her head to ball in her hair. With a good grip on her head, he shoved his prick into her mouth.

The first hard thrust drove him so deep into Carol’s mouth that she choked a little, gagging until he pulled back with a twist of his hips. Then he was rutting into her again, his knob plowing along the inside of her cheek to get back to her throat. Carol gargled with his big cock testing the tightness of the opening.

Now Scott grabbed Carol with both hands, one gripping her chin, the other holding the back of her head. Carol opened her mouth as wide as he wanted and tried to relax her throat while his fat cock pumped between her lips again. She could feel it seething, throbbing inside her mouth. He came out again, but he was only rearing up to lunge into her hard than ever. He pumped into her mouth in another brutally forceful stroke. His chest heaved like a bellows as he made thorough use of Carol’s mouth.

“You’re not getting her mouth back anytime soon,” Scott told Tony. “Better fuck her.”

The moment she heard the obscenity, Carol threw her legs open. Her pussy spread with the exuberant motion, showing her glossy, throbbing folds to the world. Tony chuckled, pulling his manhood away from her reddened breast to slap against her distended cheek in passing.

“I guess that’s both of us deferring to the tactical genius,” he said as he moved down her body, down to where Scott’s physique blocked her view of him. “Never give an order you know won’t be followed, eh Scottie?”

Carol waited, her pussy thrust into the air, anticipating a long stiff prick. After feeling Scott’s tireless cock pump into her mouth a few times, she sensed Tony’s prick against her pussy. It slipped easily inside her and she moaned on Scott’s manhood, overjoyed to have both of them inside her at the same time.

Tony pushed more and more of his cock into her body. She moaned again, louder now, more excited. Her hips rose up to gulp more of his prick—Carol felt her cunt swallowing his manhood until his churning balls pressed against her toned ass.

“Fuck her!” Scott barked, the voice of a man used to being obeyed.

Carol gasped as Tony went crazy, pumping all of his length in and out of her pussy. He grabbed her knees and held them wide apart to keep rutting her like a manman. Carol rolled her body in time to Tony’s wonderful thrusting. His skilled cock moved in steady, even slides, his control absolute, his instincts impeccable. He knew just how fast to go and how deep—exactly what Carol needed. She panted as her pleasure grew, threatening to overwhelm her. Pumped her hips to compliment the racing drumbeat of his tempo.

Carol’s rocking moved her mouth at the same pace. With Scott rutting himself into her burning mouth, she returned the favor by twisting and turning her mouth on his prick. Carol was even louder for being muffled by his erection. She sucked harder, spurring on by the whip-like fucking of Tony’s manhood at her pussy.

She kicked her feet, the muscles of her thighs clenching and cording against Tony’s grip on them, though it was firm enough to hold. He tightened his grip, digging his fingers into her golden flesh, but letting her writhe about as he plunged into her. She worked her pussy on his cock the same way she did her mouth on Scott’s. Her hips ran in spiraling circles, grinding out friction from Tony’s stiff manhood.

Both men were panting, their breath gusting out of them with the pleasure they received, a harmony that Carol was conducting by servicing both of them. She rocked happily between their pricks, wishing only that another one could go in her ass, even if she worried that that would finally overwhelm her, that she was close enough to the edge as it was.

But then, so were they. Scott’s throbbing erection seemed ready to burst at any second. Tony’s prick was hammering deeper into her all the time, seeking the perfect pressure in her depths to ejaculate into. Carol redoubled working her pussy and her mouth, wishing they would both fill her at once.

Scott seemed incapable of tiring. He kept pounding his hips, Carol gurgling and gargling with him powering his cock in and out of her throat. He held her face, red and sweaty, right up to his groin as he rutted it. Carol could feel his sweat dripping onto her, as well as her own bathing her body. Her eyesight blurred. She couldn’t see anything but the taut muscles of Scott’s belly and the base of his immense cock when he pulled some of it out of her mouth. Carol wondered dimly what Tony looked like as he fed his prick into her cunt. She wondered how she looked to the other lovers in the room.

Usually, she’d be horrified at the prospect of someone spying on her while she had sex, but now thoughts of voyeurs watching her get men off with her mouth and pussy thrilled her. She imagined someone getting off to the sight of her fucking and sucking the same way she was enjoying seeing Scott’s body as he thrust into her throat.

Carol groaned into Scott’s erection and the sound came out as a gurgle. Her body moved in intense thrashes, as if performing for the voyeuristic eyes she imagined.

“Suck! Suck!” Scott ordered her, keeping up a steady rhythm into her mouth, a rhythm he expected her to adhere to whether or not she liked it.

Carol obeyed him, liking being told what to do. It felt like she was back in the military, being fucked by the hottest commanding officer she’d ever had.

She reached up to put her hands on his cock, his balls, squeezing both as he kept rutting into her. He was fucking her face and she was helping him. She watched his face underneath his sunglasses as she sucked, although it was more like she was stretching her jaws open to let Scott fuck her mouth. She moaned urgently through her own gagging, encouraging him wordlessly to let her have his delicious cum. His hands massaged his shaft, his bulging scrotum. Her jaw was aching, but she sucked like she was trying to keep his prick in her mouth until it finally gave her his seed.

She imagined the other Avengers watching, the X-Men even. Carol wished she had met them—Scott and Emma were clearly not strangers to this sort of thing—but it was exciting too to have people she was so unfamiliar with seeing her like this. She moved her ass into Tony’s thrusts, imagining lewd eyes observing her every dirty little move.

Scott suddenly froze, his face stiffening into a grimace, and Carol readied herself—from the look on his face, she could only imagine how hard he was about to cum. His ruby quartz sunglasses dimmed as he squeezed his eyes shut, then his cock jerked and Carol eagerly took the first thick rope of his cum. She swallowed and found the next dense ejaculation already stuffing her mouth.

Scott exhaled in a long groan and more cum flooded her mouth, outpacing her efforts to gulp it down. Despite how inundated she was, Carol kept pumping at his draining balls, coaxing out more of his tasty cum, wanting to be even more overwhelmed. She sucked and swallowed, gulping down every drop of hot cum that she could manage—and rejoicing when the excess spilled down her chin and splashed onto her chest.

Tony didn’t miss a beat, still fucking Carol as pleasurably as ever, and with Scott’s burning seed running down her throat, she felt the first rush of orgasm—pushed over the edge by both men. Her loud sucking became a gurgling scream. She felt her cunt erupt with her own boiling juices, as if Scott had come in her so hard that he was overflowing her spasming pussy and not just her mouth.

Another potent load exploded in her mouth. “GGKH!” Carol felt the semen froth at the back of her throat, bubble into her sinuses, stickily dribble out of her nostrils. And despite how obscene it all was, her pussy clamped down tightly in response, fitting Tony’s prick like a glove. He gasped and thrust into her harder, determined to fuck her even if the tight fit trapped him inside forever.

Every thrust he gave Carol jabbed her with a charge of raw electricity, sending it flashing into her feverish mind. “GGLG! GGLH! GGKK!” She squealed on Steve’s erupting cock,  splattering out the cum he was feeding her as she tried to express how good Tony’s cock had made her feel. At that moment, there was no place she’d rather be than sucking and fucking her two new favorite cocks.

Scott grunted loudly and his enormous cock spurted again, a thick deluge of cum that Carol actually managed to suck down. She kept pulling at Scott’s prick with her mouth, moments on end, even as it became clear that he’d been milked dry. She just couldn’t seem to resist sucking on his juicy member.

Her sex was still rocking with orgasm, kicking like a machine gun being fired. Her tight opening gripped Tony’s cock in clenching spasms. Carol pumped her ass, forcing his erection to the depths of her hungry pussy and coming even harder when her folds had that iron hardness to convulse against.

“Hnhh,” Scott keened, his grunting now something like a word, and pulled his member away from Carol in one rough haul. Carol moaned, drooling cum but still reluctant to give up his tasty cock. “Good little cum dumpster,” he praised her.

Scott stood up, then placed his foot on top of her head. With Carol’s power, even his full weight couldn’t have harmed her, even him jumping up and down, but it was still a compelling show of dominance—making Carol see that, for all her power, she loved the submissiveness of taking his cock, his cum, being used by Scott to get off. No wonder Emma was with him. If he could dominate her, Captain Marvel, like that, she couldn’t imagine what he could do to someone he outmuscled.

Carol looked down and now saw Tony, expertly driving his thick prick into her cunt to the hilt. The sight intensified her orgasm more than ever. She gripped the folds of the rug underneath her and thrust against him, now filling herself with his cock instead of being filled by it. Even as Scott’s foot held her head in place. The mix of being in control and being controlled proved potent. If her orgasm had ever ended, it now began again, phased into a new, ecstatic crescendo, a plateau of supreme pleasure.

“OH YES!” she cried. “YES! YES!”

Scott put more weight on her head, grinding his heel into her face, forcing her harder against the floor, and Carol’s pussy sang. It didn’t seem right that she should be giving into him, that giving into him should increase her pleasure so much. But his words kept ringing in her ears. Good little cum dumpster.

She was. She loved it. And now she wanted to be Tony’s… what was the expression?

Cock holster. It came to her with Emma’s fake British inflection. She’d imagined voyeurs spying on her, but Emma had been in her head all along, amusing herself with Carol’s thoughts and getting off on her sexual pleasure.

Of course, Emma’s telepathy intoned in her head, laden with the very concept of wry amusement. What else should I do with my beloved Cyclops’ cum dumpster?

Carol didn’t have an answer for that. Tony leaned over her, still rutting into her spread thighs. He looked down at her and something in his eyes told her that he was excited by her submission, aroused by the thought that she was his and Scott’s sex slave. Was that just a happy coincidence or another of Emma’s machinations? A little mental push pairing Steve with Jen, so that Scott and Tony could share her, make her their bitch. Would all this count as Scott’s debauched victory in the Pervert’s reckoning? Or even Emma’s?

Carol didn’t know. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t care. Scott was still holding her down with his foot on her head, physically marking her as the whore she felt like, his whore, and Tony was fucking her so fast that she couldn’t stop coming. Carol writhed and cried out, ecstatic to the point of seeming in pain, but Tony kept hilting himself in her flexing pussy like it belonged to him.

“Yes! Fuck me! Ooouuhh!” Carol screamed, lost in so much pleasure that it hardly seemed real. Her sex contracted with gut-wrenching force, as if she were plunging downhill on a roller coaster, and she quaked as that force had its way with her, Carol unable to resist, unable to even think of defying it.

She gulped in air and held that breath, feeling like her pussy ran on electricity and for the first time it had power. Her juices, warm and sticky, spilled out of her to flow down between her buttocks.

Scott reached over her and grabbed her legs at the ankles. Carol shrieked, shocked, as he knelt down, still with one foot on her head, and drew her legs back until her knees were against her shoulders. Her cunt was open wide, showing even Carol the glossy pink flesh within. She watched Tony’s shiny erection pumping into those receptive folds and seeing it, having a sight to go with the sensations—Carol let out a long, shuddering cry and felt another orgasm blow her apart.

Tony leaned in more, looming over her now, hammering his prick straight down into her until his balls hit her tender slit. All of his prick filled her cunt and became part of the explosion she was feeling, happening again and again inside her pussy. It was enough to make Carol wonder if she would ever stop coming. Her pleasure hit her in a series of flashes, impacting her so heavily that she didn’t know if her pussy was still there. And Tony just kept rutting away at her.

She was screaming continuously, oblivious to all those who could hear her. All of her focus was on Tony’s pistoning cock. She thrashed around, but Scott’s hands kept her legs up and out of the way, her sweat-slick body defenseless and vulnerable to Tony’s drive for pleasure.

Scott gave a barked order, one Carol couldn’t make out, and suddenly she was empty. She gasped in surprise, then came all over again, just from the sensation of the sensations stopping. Then, in a daze, she panted for breath. Scott reached down, taking her firm but slender biceps in his hands. Tony did the same with her dainty ankles.

She was outside before she realized what they were doing, Scott and Tony both hauling her out through the open doors to the patio. Wordlessly, they swung her body between them, and before she had gathered her wits, they let her go, sending Carol flying.

Carol screamed as she arced through the air, coming up with the idea of using her flight power to stop herself right as she hit the cool water of the pool. She splashed through the surface to the depths in a flurry of bubbles, then came up to suck in air. Tony and Scott were laughing—Carol heard them as she wiped her darkened blonde hair out of her face. She spotted Tony sitting down at poolside, letting his hairy legs dip into the water. Carol could see his prick. After all he’d fucked her, all he’d made her come, he was still stiff, pulsing. Ready for more and ready to come.

Carol kicked her way to the shallow end of the pool and stood on tiptoe while she got her bearings, giving Tony a look that told him exactly how funny she thought being dropped in the pool was.

“You looked hot. We thought you needed to cool down some,” Tony laughed, clapping his hands to add oomph to the punchline. He was one of those guys who could be funny even as he laughed at his own jokes. Carol found herself smiling. She kept smiling as she swam closer, eager to finish what she’d started with his hard cock.

And Scott went off to be even more depraved. He liked fucking. But he liked winning too.