Billable Hours update

Jen was horny.

It usually happened with some weird interplay between Hulking out and getting action that even she was only half-aware of. She’d gone green, but there was no violence, just a long, boring conversation with the Inhumans that was resolved peacefully—a waste of all her energy and muscle. She was back to normal now, but her cunt was still throbbing so much she could barely stand it. She hadn’t come hard in days. Not since Peter, really.

People were still interested in her, but none of them seemed to interest her. And she was usually a very interesting woman, so to speak. Janet ate her out most nights, but it felt like her heart wasn’t in it. And it took a long time to get Johnny hard these days—at least thirty seconds—and he seemed to feel that they were all done once he’d ejaculated, which he also seemed to be in a rush to do.

Finally, Jen thought of Peter. Alone in her bedroom, she lay naked on her bed and rubbed her fingers slowly over her slit, pausing occasionally to slide a fingertip around her hot asshole. Memories of how Peter had fucked her flooded Jen’s thoughts. She imagined more, imagined what else those muscles and webs—that fucking skintight costume—could do to her and her fantasies blurred with what had actually happened.

Jen didn’t know if she wanted more or if she just wanted him to make her come all over again, exactly as he had before. Both, probably. She hadn’t been one for self-restraint since she started turning into a seven foot tall Amazon.

She remembered the last time she’d seen him, Spider-Man and the Avengers responding to the same emergency. The fighting had been fierce, enough to satiate her, but Jen had still ended up horny as hell, thinking how much more action she could’ve gotten from Spider-Man alone. Had he always had such a big, meaty bulge in his costume or was it just that Jen now knew how well hung he was?

She rubbed her cunt faster as she shamelessly pictured it—not that she’d gotten a very good look at his cock when he was mostly shoving it inside her, down one hole or another. And she still hadn’t had enough. It would feel so amazing to have that long, thick meat hammering her again. Just thinking about it, her masturbation felt so much better. But Jen knew it was nothing compared to what she could be feeling.

Coming to a split-second decision, Jen got out of bed even without climaxing. There was no need to sully the experience itself with an insubstantial orgasm—not when the sooner she was done, the sooner she could be with Peter. She opened her closet and tried to pick out the sexiest outfit she could put together. It took her a long moment to come to the obvious realization; she slapped her forehead. It’d taken her an embarrassingly long time, but Jen knew just what to wear to go see Peter.

***

Jen knocked on Peter’s door on and off for two minutes before she made up her mind that he was really gone. She knew how hard a superhero could crash after a strenuous fight, but also how much willpower the good ones had. She fully expected that even if Peter was comatose, she could get him to rise to the occasion.

But he wasn’t in, so she tried the lock and found it open. Jen was glad she didn’t have to force it. She was still pink and going green to break down the door would’ve been inconvenient.

She let herself in, guessing that Peter hadn’t gone far and would be back soon. She shut the door behind her. Then she stripped. Once all her clothes were off, she changed—skin green, muscles big, everything big. Including her lust. The low-level need she’d felt now came rushing to the forefront of her mind.

Big and green and naked, she sat down on the living room sofa and started masturbating again, just like when she’d first begun thinking of Peter. It felt better now. Too satisfying to stop. She didn’t know if it was because she was She-Hulk or because she was actually in Peter’s apartment, about to see him.

She now pictured herself getting the fuck she’d enjoyed so much at her office. Her thick, muscular, seven-foot-tall frame being bent over and used to the fullest by the comparatively small Peter. Maybe he wasn’t stronger than her, but he was so domineering, so skilled, that she hadn’t even thought to resist him.

Especially with the pleasure he offered her. Thinking of what he had done to her, or even just how she craved his hard cock, drove the twitchy feeling in her pussy to maddening new levels. She rubbed herself over and over again, desperately wishing for him to return, to see her, to instantly understand her proposition and give her what she needed.

Absorbed in her own sexual needs, she didn’t see him come in. She was in the middle of sliding a finger to her G-spot when Peter spotted her, and in his shock at seeing Jen in his home, uninvited, on his sofa, touching herself, he unthinkingly slammed the door behind him.

“What the hell?” he cried.

Jen was startled into stopping. But, seeing who it was, she started again. Now eying his body as she pleased herself. “What do you think?” she asked suggestively. “I’d say I need a hand, but as you can, I’ve already got one.” With her free hand, she tapped her chin. “What is it I don’t have, Peter? What is it you can give me?”

Peter froze. Jen supposed she was going too fast for him. That this was triggering some nerd fear of being too good to be true, like a cheerleader asking him to strip down and get into a hot tub with her. Of course, it was just a prelude to some cruel prank. He wasn’t built to accept that Jen just really wanted him in her hot tub.

“Look,” Peter said, “if this is your way of making fun of me for what happened at your law firm… I’m sorry, alright? I was running pretty ragged and under a lot of pressure and you just… you were pissing me off and turning me on at the same time and so I made a… a sorta pass for you. I guess you liked it well enough, but yeah, I really should’ve been more sensitive, maybe asked you out on a date—definitely shouldn’t have called you a sl—what I called you—because you’re really a great girl, not just a sex object, and I do appreciate all the times you’ve saved the world. I’m not just saying that, I can name a few. There was that time with the Beyonder…”

Jen stretched out on the living room rug, wiggling her ass on it, spreading her legs as far apart as they could go. She looked at him between her huge breasts, feeling a growling coming on as she saw the enormous erection in his pants, but Peter making no move to free it.

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me! Can’t you see how wet my cunt is? Can’t you smell it? Put your cock inside me and fuck me as hard as you can! And you’d better have a whole lot of cum to give me when you finish!”