Captain Amazonia

Dottie wondered if Peggy was up yet. Her door was open a little. Dottie tiptoed down to it. She could hear Peggy inside; the light was on. She leaned close to the opening. When she peeked inside, her jaw dropped open.

Peggy was nearly naked. She stood in front of her mirror and Dottie was torn between the sight of her nudity and the additional nakedness offered by the view in the mirror. She got to see all of Peggy at once, both the undeniably plump contours of her ass and the full, almost bursting curves of her bust—oh so much milky white, faintly traced with blue veins, and then the light yet pungent pink of her nipples. All shimmered with a pale coating of sweat, as if summoned by the exertion of hefting such self-evidently abundant weights.

“Come on in, Dottie,” Peggy said as she took the bra that had been dangling open from her shoulders and closed it between her teats.

Dottie pushed the door open. Peggy now wore a red lace bra and garter belt, without panties, but with red stockings. She picked a tiny set of panties off the mirror and held them in front of her groin when she turned to face Dottie.

“Do you think he’ll fancy them?” she asked with a grin that was as roguish as her reserved Britishness ever got.

Dottie nodded, her eyebrows high up. Peggy looked more beautiful than ever. The lingerie titillated, enhancing her looks by withholding them, even if only barely. It made Dottie feel wild, like she wanted to ravage Peggy—she always wanted that, but the bra and panties were like an invitation. Especially how Peggy’s breasts threatened to bust out of her half-there bra every time she breathed. Her nipples jutted stiffly through the lace.

Peggy pulled the flimsy panties up her long legs, angling her hips to give Dottie one little glimpse of her pink lips before they disappeared within a triangle of fabric. She tied the ribbons in bows at her thickly muscled hips.

Her eyes darted conspiratorially to Dottie. “Funny to go through all this trouble when I’m hoping he tears it all off my body first thing!”

Dottie scowled. Peggy noticed and pouted with her, sympathetic, to a point.

“You’ll like him,” she promised. “I like him too much for you not to like him. You like everything I like, remember?”

Dottie didn’t agree. “Angie’s a very likeable girl.”

“And so is Steve.”

“He’s not a girl.”

“Oh, is he ever not a girl.”

With one hand, Dottie pulled up her short nightgown and with the other, she pulled down her matching panties. She gave Peggy a good look at her waxed pussy.

“He’ll fancy this, I know it,” she said, mimicking Peggy’s Received Pronunciation.

“I’m sure he will,” Peggy said, nodding appreciatively.

Dottie smiled, making an effort for it to be nice. She felt better at Peggy’s approval, even if it was through this hypothetical Steve’s approval. She watched Peggy’s tits bounce as her superior left the room and led her down the wall.

“Can I have him first?” Dottie asked.

“Of course. I think he’s rather inexperienced. We wouldn’t want his first time with me to be all thumbs and fumbles. You show him how it’s done; you know what I like.”

Then they were at his door. Peggy took the knob and quietly turned it. But before she opened the door, she put a long red fingernail up to her lips.

“Let’s not wake him until he’s ready for us.”

They tiptoed into Steve’s room. He was sound asleep, the meltwater from the block of ice he was in long since evaporated. His ruined costume had been cut off and his skin scrubbed clean to be ready for the Purple Healing Ray, but after that he’d been left alone. He slept alone and his prick was big, stiff.

They both noticed his hardness at the same time. Though, as if she could fail to note it, Dottie grabbed Peggy’s arm and pointed. “Is it always like that?” she whispered.

“I would’ve noticed,” Peggy whispered back. “Diana told us the Purple Healing Ray could have side effects on an abnormal physiology.”

“Boys would be a lot more fun if that were normal,” Dottie said.

Steve mumbled in his sleep, silencing any further banter. Both women stopped to watch him and were once more enthralled by his majestic physique. His beautiful naked phallus commanded the most attention of all. He stretched and his stiff prick rocked back and forth.

Saying no more—realizing no more needed to be said—Peggy and Dottie carefully crawled onto the bed. They neared his erection slowly, both of them watching it like predators creeping up on prey unaware. Then Peggy reached out, to gently run one fingertip up Steve’s cock to the swollen red knob.

Steve muttered once more and moved a hand towards the disturbance. Peggy snatched her finger back. They waited quietly, staring at the new throb in Steve’s endowment, until he had gone back to motionlessness.

Then Steve abruptly stretched again. His legs parted: Dottie had to get out of the way. He put his hands over his hands and ground his fingers into his pillow. His hips began to rock, like there was a twitch in him he couldn’t quite get out. Dottie and Peggy leaned near to his slowly rustling cock. They both reached out at the same time and felt its heat with sampling fingers.

Steve’s hips jerked, scaring the two women into jerking back. His hips moved more and they both saw his erection grow. He was still sleeping, dreaming. Peggy bit her lip, thinking that he must be dreaming about her as she watched his hard cock pump up and down. All it needed was a warm pussy on top of it to be fucking something.

Steve moaned louder. The muscles in his thighs stirred. Peggy crouched down between his legs, close enough to smell the musk coming off his balls. She reached out and very nearly cupped his shaft, letting him faintly feel her touch as his cock rutted up and down between her fingers.

Steve’s hips spiked, arching his cock high. Then his lips smacked and he swallowed. Next he began to snore.

Peggy tightened her grip just slowly enough that Steve didn’t really react. She left off at holding it gently. His hips eased into slow motion again. Her grip was only barely close enough to drag on his foreskin, sliding and back and forth on his steely length when he moved his hips.

Steve snorted and groaned, each sound louder than the last, as he continued moving his hips.

“That must be one hell of a dream you’re giving him!” Dottie whispered approvingly.

Peggy nodded, still holding onto his upthrust cock. She closed her hand a little more, so that she really felt it as Steve’s pumping rubbed him against her enclosing fingers, had him stroking her sensitive palm.

Dottie slid her outstretched palm under Steve’s balls and held them up so that her hungry mouth could get at them. She ran her long tongue over the wrinkled scrotum, up and down, up and down, grinning to herself when she smelled Steve’s precum in the air. She knew she had been the one to really get him going, not Peggy. Peggy needed to learn to take the initiative. Here Steve was, naked and unconscious—how much more of an invitation did Peggy need?

Peggy watched Dottie’s tongue travel all the wrinkles of Steve’s bag. She left her to it, attending herself to Steve’s purple cockhead, swelling and seething, dribbling precum as if to feed the air of eroticism charging the room.

Steve’s head rolled slowly from side to side. Peggy pressed her soft tongue to the throbbing hardness of his erection. His hips jerked and he made her taste a vast swath of his endowment, her tongue painting a wet trail down its length.

Then he stiffened. His eyes snapped open. As soon as Peggy saw this, she thrilled with excitement. Her hand grabbed hold of his shaft and pumped it, fast, to make up for his hips going still. His balls thrummed in Dottie’s hands as they licked Steve and jacked him off.

Peggy swiped her tongue all over his stiff prick as Steve’s mouth fell open in shock at the pleasure he was waking up to. Dottie squeezed his balls. They both looked at Steve past his towering erection.

“Welcome back, Steve,” Peggy said.

Steve was unable to stop pounding his hips—quick, jerky thrusts that combined with Peggy’s handjob to powerfully delight him. The women held tight to his bloated balls and throbbing dick. His legs shot out and he came with a shout.

His prick erupted a thick stream of cum. Peggy felt it swelling out his thick girth before rising into the air. Steve rumbled deep in his chest, a sound Peggy could feel in his member. She kept pumping on him while more thick jets shot free of him.

Dottie was squeezing his balls in time with his rutting hips, watching Steve’s hugely gushing manhood. She leaned in and dropped her mouth onto his glans.

Peggy put her mouth on the other side of Steve’s cockhead, stretching her lips over his tip as the next shot burst loose. She felt his hot cum fill her mouth. Then she spat it onto his cock, using both hands to rub it all over his slippery flesh. More and more cream exploded from Steve. It went all over Peggy’s hands and arms and face. Peggy stroked her hands up and down his hard endowment. They slid easily over the slick coat of semen.

Steve stared at her in disbelief. He arched his back and held his breath and a long streamer of thick sperm leaked between her fingers. He held his hips up, his stiff prick all the way in the air.

Peggy squeezed hard on his cock, coaxing some more drops of cum out of him. Dottie leaned in and licked it from his helmet. Steve jolted when her tongue first hit his cum-soaked tip.

He fell back to the bed, looking at Dottie and looking at Peggy. His eyes raked up and down their bodies. They preened as he looked at their overtly obvious charms.

“I must be dreaming,” Steve gasped, out of breath more from shock than from exertion. His heart was racing, but it wasn’t because he was anywhere near his limit. “Peggy, you would’ve… you would’ve punched me in the jaw for even imagining this…”

“Once, I might have,” Peggy admitted, giving Dottie a quick touch. The other woman rushed off to get them a towel. “A lot’s changed since you… went away, Steve. No, you’re not dreaming. And you’re not dead and God knows, this isn’t some kind of Nazi interrogation trick.”

“Yeah, I imagine ol’ Adolf would have the head of anybody who made me feel this good, for any reason,” Steve chuckled, his shock dwindling, replaced by a dreamy surreality.

He should’ve been far more surprised by all this—elegant, classy Peggy acting like a whore straight out of a bullshit trench story. Yet it all seemed to make sense… like he’d known that, under Peggy’s sweetness and spice, there was this animality he could get to and this was simply… he didn’t know what. One more jolt after all the weirdness of his new life as Captain America.

“We gave you a mild sedative before you woke up,” Dottie explained, returning with a towel. She started to bend over Steve to clean him off, but Peggy snatched the towel from her and attended to it herself.

“Just a precaution,” Peggy told him. “I know how you get and now that I run the place, I can’t have you tearing it up. Believe me, I know how hard it is to get anything fixed…”

“You run the place? SSR?”

“SHIELD,” Peggy corrected him. “Like I said. A lot’s changed. Dottie, get us some drinks? This may take a while.”