The Sleeping Arrangement

The fight had been going well, the Avengers working in concert to take down the Abomination, until Jessica Drew had gotten careless. It’d been Spider-Man who’d jumped in, pushing her out of the way and taking the blow meant for her. It sent him flying for blocks across Chicago. Now, with the Abomination caged once more, Carol Danvers flew out to look for him, carrying Jessica with her.

“Spider-Man!” she called, her voice full of concern. “Spider-Man, answer me!” The impact had knocked out both his tracker and his communication device.

With every moment Peter was out of contact, Jessica felt guiltier over her sloppiness leading to him being injured—if not worse. It made her overly defensive, and though she knew that she was being bitchy, she couldn’t stop herself. “He’s fine. Probably milking it. You can quit worrying about your boyfriend already.”

Carol never stopped looking, scanning the skyline for any holes, any craters, that might mark Spider-Man’s passage. “He’s not my boyfriend. We just fooled around a little. You’re the one who named yourself after him.”

“Hey, it’s not like he has a copyright on spiders. He has spider-powers and he’s a man, fine, that’s his name. Why is it such a big deal that I have spider-powers and I’m a woman, so I call myself Spider-Woman? Did he invent the hyphen too?”

“There he is!” Carol cried, putting on a burst of acceleration and dragging Jessica along for the boost.

They landed on a rooftop with a skewed water tower, the victim of breaking Peter’s fall. He had landed nearby, limp, but his chest still moving in and out with breath. The blow had ripped a handful of his mask away, but it hadn’t bruised him—or if it had, he’d healed aside from some scruffs and cuts.

With the gaping hole in his costume, they could see a thick crop of dark, wavy hair tumbling carelessly out from under his mask. His jaw held the shadow of a beard, which gave masculinity to a lithe body and boyish face that otherwise could’ve been pretty. His shoulders were big enough to fill the costume he wore to bursting; its tightness also made clear how much slender muscle was packed into his arms.

“Well, not a bad-looking guy,” Jessica commented, looking between his long, quarterback legs. “Shame about… you know… little Peter.”

Carol bent over him to check his pulse. Though he was unconscious, and likely would be for a while, she couldn’t detect any serious injury. He’d just had his bell rung. Probably rolled with the punch, explaining why he’d taken it instead of Jessica. In his place, she could be dead right now. It made Carol incredulous that Jess was besmirching her savior now.

“What are you talking about? Peter’s hung like a stallion!”

“Oh?” Jessica insisted. “Is he wearing a Pym particle cup?”

Carol sighed and fixed her friend with a look. “He’s a grower, not a shower. Once he gets going, there’s no hiding that cock. And it’s a good thing, too. If he got even a semi in view of a camera, he’d have so many groupies to worry about. Why do you think that Black Cat chick keeps sniffing around him?”

Jessica crossed her arms. “Uh-huh. It’s okay if he got you off, girlfriend, just say he’s good at eating pussy. It’s not a felony. He’s just not… packing.”

Carol exhaled, taking hold of Peter’s waistband. “How about I show you how big he gets? Then you can tell me whether he’s packing or not.”

“I don’t think your ‘grower’ would be interested.”

“I’m sure if he were awake, he wouldn’t mind clearing up for you just how many inches are in a foot-long. But since he isn’t, let’s get started without him.”

Carol hauled down Peter’s pants, revealing the unremarkably flaccid member accompanying his toned thighs and chiseled abs. It would be perfectly average if it weren’t for the muscular perfection that surrounded it on all sides. Carol could admit it looked a little underwhelming in that context. But with some loving care, Peter would satisfy the most adamant size queen.

Carol bent over his limp cock and stuck her tongue out, lightly running its tip around the end of his cockhead, under the foreskin. Peter stirred in his sleep, groaning before he rolled onto his side. Carol smiled and laid down beside him, pressing herself against his body. Boots and gloves aside, her costume was little more than a leotard, and a thin one at that. When she rubbed herself against his manhood, Peter felt the warmth of her bare thighs above her high boots, and the shape of her pussy lips on his shaft.

Moaning in his sleep, Peter threw his arms around Carol’s own athletically sculpted shoulders, moving his hips back and forth to stimulate himself on the groin of her skimpy costume. A smile appeared on his lips. Carol knew he was dreaming of sex, if not of her. Still, he had the right idea.

Peter’s cock swelled, the knob thickening and emerging from his foreskin. Carol pulled the crotch-strap of her uniform aside to open the way for Peter, and as if sensing the welcome she’d prepared, Peter’s next thrust slapped his erection against her clit. Carol gasped, feeling passion for him surging out of her womanhood, moving throughout her body so it was even rippling in her hardened nipples. She forgot all about Jessica. She needed that big dick for herself!

Carol slipped out of Peter’s grip and scooted down his body. Coming down to his crotch, she could smell the scent of pussy rising off his cock. Carol took a deep whiff. It smelled good. She could only imagine what kind of gorgeous girl Peter had gifted his erection too. She was a lucky bitch, whoever she was. But not lucky enough to get Peter’s cock all to herself. There was no way she knew how to treat it right like Carol did…

She pressed her cheek to Peter’s six-pack abs. His wiry pubic hairs scratched at her chin. Carol suddenly realized she wanted her lips around his prick before it got any harder. She just now knew that she loved feeling it grow rigid right inside her mouth.

Glancing up at Peter’s face to be sure he was still asleep, she moved down a little further and pressed her lips to his burgeoning knob… wrapping her arms around his powerful thighs as her lips opened moistly and slid over his glans. With his cockhead nestled into her mouth, she wiggled her tongue against it in a long kiss, probing around his collar and feeling the blood rush in to throb hotly inside his helmet. She could see his shaft growing longer and thicker, but felt how his cockhead was getting more engorged, right between her puckered lips.

Slowly, savoring every moment of having him fill her, Carol moved her mouth back and forth on his length as it grew even bigger. She felt hot blood surging through its thick veins, making him almost too stiff and girthy to hold in her mouth. Carol forced her face down harder on his shaft. She gagged a little, but Peter’s fat cockhead opened up her throat and slid into her gullet.

Fuck, why do I love sucking cock so much? Carol asked herself. Is it something about Peter? Am I just a slut? Does it have something to do with Jess watching? Shit, I can’t even begin to pretend I don’t love this. It’s getting so big—pushing down into my tonsils—and I still want more. Eating cock, sucking cock, fucking cock… God, who cares, so long as it’s all mine!?

Peter lunged forward, the hardened muscle of his groin smacking Carol’s nose, almost bloodying it, as he forced his completely stiffened prick into her mouth. All of it was down her throat now, thick and throbbing, impaling her just as he would if Peter were fucking her cunt.

His eyes still closed, he dreamed of Mary Jane. He imagined that he was hovering over her, pumping his massive erection into that sweet, red-haired pussy he loved so much. He was vaguely aware of being in a dream—and so long as he was dreaming, he saw no reason not to breed MJ’s tight little cunt.

With that sweet thought in mind, Peter exploded in Carol’s mouth, pumping his molten cum out of his ecstatic balls and into Ms. Marvel, who was eager to serve as his cum dumpster, her mouth enthusiastically milking his cock for even more of its sweet load. His muscular body tensed, hips undulating through his release. Then he dropped back down to the rooftop.

Carol pulled himself up from him only to drop down at his side. She could not catch her breath. Peter had fired so much cum down her throat. It filled her belly like a hearty meal. She couldn’t believe it. She only wished he had flooded her cunt instead.

Jessica had watched and waited while Carol was outright tamed by that monster cock. Now looking was no longer enough. She felt a powerful desire to touch Peter, to find out just what that incredible prick could do to her. Her cunt was achingly horny. She knew she’d have to do something crazy to sate it. Maybe if she played with Peter, got him excited… like Carol had… he would satisfy her like he’d satisfied Carol. Give it to her like Carol had taken it.

His prick didn’t seem to have been diminished at all from filling Carol with cum. It looked as big and thick and stiff as ever, if not longer… throbbing harder… like Carol hadn’t done enough to satiate it and now it was demanding Jessica’s attention…

As quietly as she could, Jessica got down on her hands and knees and crawled between Peter’s outstretched legs. He mumbled something from deep in his unconsciousness, but didn’t wake up. Jessica got closer, her hands padding around Peter’s sides, until she was kneeling between his thighs, her knees almost touching his upright erection. She felt the heat radiating off it, right through her tissue-thin costume. It made her feel naked. Not that such tight fabric gave her much concealment at the best of times…

Jessica stretched her gloved hand carefully out to Peter’s cock. She wondered if Carol’s blowjob had left him so sensitive that he would wake up right away. She hoped not. Jessica wanted to explore a little bit. This was the most promising cock she’d come across in ages.

She laid her fingers softly on top of his prick. It felt warm, even feverish, the blood inside pounding against her palm. Jessica rubbed it gently. Through her glove, she could feel enough of the fleshy texture to know she liked touching Peter’s cock.

Peter mumbled something but didn’t wake up. Jessica sighed in relief—she’d get her shot at him. She curled her fingers around his fat manhood, though she was barely able to get a grip on it. His shaft’s thickness defied her small hand. She still liked holding onto it. She enjoyed it even more when she started to pump her hand on his member.

Still Peter dreamed, not opening his eyes even as the feel of Jessica’s gloved fingers on his erection penetrated his consciousness. Sluggish first from the hit he’d taken, then the contented afterglow of Carol milking his cum out of him, it took him time to get oriented. He couldn’t immediately remember where he was or what the date was—but he smiled, thinking he must’ve fallen asleep waiting for Mary Jane. That sexy little wife of his was playing with his prick, waking him up for some fun and games.

Through the fog, Peter decided to tease MJ by taking his time in booting himself up. He’d let her go on toying with his cock for as long as she wanted. And when it was his turn, he’d be ready as hell. So he lay there with his eyes closed, faking slumber, but savoring every moment of having a hot little hand wrapped around his cock.

Jessica was just as delighted that he wasn’t ready to resume consciousness. Touching his prick was every bit as much fun as Carol has made it look. She wanted to memorize this big cock in all its details, like the thick blue veins that ran along the shaft and the slitted opening on the hugely swollen head. It was all enough to make her wonder how Carol had taken such an enormous intruder into her pussy. She didn’t even know how Carol had gotten her lips around it. But she was willing to bet that her friend had enjoyed herself immensely—it was no wonder she was so fond of Peter. And Jessica wanted to try it for herself.

She bent down low to his groin and stuck out her deft little tongue. She ran the tip over Peter’s purple cockhead, hoping she would enjoy the taste of his cock… and his cum… as much as Carol had seemed to. She timidly lapped up the precum spilling from Peter’s opening.

He tasted good… a little salty. Jessica licked his cockhead with more enthusiasm. She dragged her tongue lovingly along his burning shaft, then came back around to lick up the new dollops of precum dripping from his tip.

Peter smiled in his ‘sleep’. Much better, he thought. MJ should know better than to try and turn me on with a handie. She knows how to get me up. And she’d better love the taste of my cock, because there’s a lot more where that came from…