Big Brute Cock update

The two women stood. They stared at each other silently. 

Natasha found it hard to look directly at Betty. She kept picturing Betty as she herself must’ve looked. She kept seeing the Hulk’s giant cock going in and out of Betty’s pussy. Then Hulk was holding it up to her face, stroking the enormous shaft with his equally oversized hand. Then that monstrous prick would be stuffed into her open mouth. Would Betty suck its massive length just trying to deflate the erection before it broke her jaw, or would there be obvious delight on her strained face?

For Natasha, it seemed like a very long time before Betty finally spoke.

“I know what happened with Bruce,” she said. Natasha made no reply. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to be,” Natasha replied quickly. “You’re not Bruce. And Bruce isn’t the other guy.”

Natasha felt a swelling warmth in her groin. The thought of pretty little Betty sucking the Hulk’s cock did things to her that she didn’t want it to do. She imagined that she had one hand tightly gripping Betty’s hair and the other holding Hulk’s giant member, and she was forcing Betty to suck it. Gulp it down, you little bitch. Suck that big prick and suck it good. You know you like it…

“He is and he isn’t,” Betty said, and in Natasha’s fogged mind, it felt like an accusation. Did I fuck her husband? I did and I didn’t… “And I, I stand at his side. I support him. Doesn’t that make me responsible?” She spoke haltingly, which sounded strange coming from such a self-possessed woman.

“I wanted Hulk on the team as much as anyone,” Natasha said. Her manner was strained and cool. “So I understand—“

“No you don’t!” Betty suddenly cried. She moved a step closer. “I’ve been with Bruce. I’ve had him inside me and I’ve felt the Hulk. We’ll be making love and I can tell he wants more, to ravage me, to… conquer me. And he can’t, but I want him to. You’ve had all of him, everything he hides, and I’ve only had… God help me, Nat, I envy you.”

Seeing Betty humiliating herself with the confession, a rush of sympathy cracked through Natasha’s reserve. Impulsively, she went to Betty, opening her arms. But to her surprise, she was the one who broke down, sobbing bitterly, her face buried in the other woman’s shoulder. Her emotions, stretched taut by all that had happened, finally tore apart. 

Betty led Natasha to the bed with an understanding that made everything not worse, but more intense. Her tears, her emotions, they couldn’t be held back in Betty’s arms. They were being purged out of her, forced out as Betty patted her on the head and spoke soothing words. Natasha’s towel had fallen to the ground, leaving her naked, but she was too upset to care. She let Betty help her down to the bedspread, grateful for the way the woman sympathetically held her shaking, sobbing body.

Her hands feel so nice, Natasha found herself thinking. As nice as Hulk was when he made me come… they’re like sugar and spice, the two of them… that’s the real Jekyll and Hyde… not Bruce and Hulk, Hulk and Betty…

Her crying slowly diminished. She looked over with gratitude at the woman who understood her… perhaps the only person who could understand her.

“You just lie there and relax,” Betty said quietly. “I don’t care what you’ve done… everyone deserves to rest.”

“It’s not what I did, Betty. It’s what I enjoyed.”

***

Dumbfounded, Natasha stared at the Hulk’s tool. With him kneeling down, it was just about at eyelevel with her. His long, thick manhood was still oozing cum, but she knew the wetness on the shaft itself was from her own sweat as she jacked him off. Her palms had felt like they were soaking; now, mixed with Hulk’s damp body heat, her fingerless gloves were inundated. Even if he hadn’t actually come on them like he had on her, she felt like she’d dipped her hands in brine. 

She stripped them off, ripping them free of her sleeves and drying her hands on her flanks, where she was still a little clean and dry, before starting to lower her head to the demanding erection Hulk had propositioned her with. Then she hesitated. It dawned on her that Hulk might not intend to threaten her. He might just be asking, and wouldn’t hurt her if she refused. But that only led her down another reviewing of the facts. As humiliating as this was, it was calming Hulk down. And she owed him. Red in her ledger.

Hulk pushed down on her head with one mammoth finger—it in itself was about the size of the biggest cock Natasha had ever sucked before. His use of force was casual, but more than enough to jerk her around. Her face smacked against his truly obscene erection.

“Red lady listen to Hulk!” he barked. “Suck!”

With his cudgel of a finger still pressing her downward, Natasha stuck out her tongue and ran it over Hulk’s burgeoning knob. She did it slowly at first, as if ashamed, although she was far too professional to feel that, to feel anything at all. It was meant to tantalize him, to get him to come faster and harder than he otherwise would. And it seemed to be working. The pressure of his finger on the crown of her head increased, Hulk steadily mumbling under his breath as she licked him faster. She lapped up and down his weapon, tasting something like Bruce’s scent under the still-warm cum.

“Mmmmmmmmffffffph!” The lapping noises filled the air as she licked his dripping prick clean. She slid her tongue over every inch of his meat, lapping up what little cum hadn’t ended up on her. The dimensions of his cock amazed her; she could only tremble in fear at the thought of taking it where it was meant to go. But, sadistically, its size was just this side of plausible. As thick as a soda can and as long as her forearm, she thought she could at least take some of it, and the option, the challenge, wouldn’t leave her mind.

The taste was strong, pungent, with a kick to it like a shot of whiskey. It had a sour tang as it went down her throat, and it was powerfully warm in her belly, the heat going even lower, like she was feeding a furnace in her stomach and the flames were stoking her cunt. She wasn’t so romantic as to think it was a physical response. Something… shameful and taboo and dirty was getting through her emotional repression, making this more arousing than it should’ve been. Deep down, she felt like an animal being mated with. And when it came right down to it, wasn’t her codename that of an animal?

When Natasha had finished cleaning Hulk’s prick, she started to get up, thinking that could count as a job well done and, awash in all the pleasure, Hulk could lose sight of his original objective and be open to some of her creative negotiation. But Hulk’s mind was made up. His finger pressed down sharply on her head. His cockhead pushed into her face, rubbing against her features, blooming with warmth and leaking fresh, pungent, near-boiling precum. He was leaving her no illusions about what she wanted. 

Caught very literally between a rock and a hard place, Natasha opened her mouth and immediately found it filled by the huge, swollen glans at the tip of Hulk’s manhood. She slurped on him passively, moving her lips up and down the smooth crest of Hulk’s knob. He was evidently enjoying it; his member pulsed with arousal, sending shaky throbs creaking through Natasha’s jaw. She could’ve been going down on an idling motor…

“That better…” Hulk wheezed, soporific with the peace of mind that came from having Natasha obey his wishes. 

Natasha slobbered on him for a bit, feeling a little less whorish when she wasn’t putting real skill into it, just resting him in the hollow of her mouth and letting the warmth and pressure and his own lust work for her. She drained a few drops of precum from his tip, but got nothing else. Natasha thought of how she must look, perched on the end of his prick, then she thought of how she would look if anyone happened upon the two of them. Time for your big girl panties, Romanoff. He’s not getting any smaller.

Nostrils flaring with the deep breath she took, Natasha began to force her way down his length, relaxing her throat muscles to let him down her gullet. Her jaw immediately twinged with pain as she damn near unhinged it to get all of his thickness between her teeth. Already she felt the beginnings of an aching that told her she would be feeling the soreness she accrued now for quite some time. She slid her clinging lips down Hulk’s shaft. The fat knob of his cockhead almost immediately pressed against the back of her throat; she had only a few inches of Hulk’s shaft stuffed into her mouth. Her cheeks were bulging; she had to breathe through her nose.

She held Hulk’s oversized cockhead inside her mouth, exploring its contoured crown and the deep cleft on the bottom of the knob for long moments in the hopes that this would provoke an ejaculation. But Hulk must’ve been on less of a hair-trigger after his first eruption. Natasha had to move her lips down his length, allowing his cockhead to press into the suffocating narrowness of her throat. It was gag-inducing, a literal choking hazard. She had to close her eyes and try to ignore the throbbing stiffness impaling her throat. She told herself that it was fine, that she could breathe, even if it was only by fast, undersized gulps of air through her nostrils—scented with saltwater as her eyes teared up and leaked down her widely stretched face. 

But it was enough air; it was just like being choked during sex, something she had actually enjoyed from time to time. She was now throating his cock, if only a miniscule portion of its entire threatening length. Natasha knew, with a spiking mixture of fear and wicked excitement, that there was far more room down her throat now that she’d swallowed the widest portion of his bulging cockhead.

There was one good sign. Hulk’s finger was slack and inattentive on the back of her head. She was able to butt it out of the way, like a punching bag, as she slid her mouth up and down what little of Hulk’s prick she had captured. She did this slowly at first, careful of stretching her lips beyond the limit they were at. But after a short period, she increased her speed, beginning to suck the Hulk off enthusiastically, her head bobbing up and down on what little she could take of his offering.

That veritable fist of thickness and length slid through her mouth noisily, spit and precum dripping out of her painfully stretched mouth as the Hulk subtly rocked his hips, causing his huge, wet cock to plunder the depths of her throat. Natasha sputtered, choking again, breasts heaving as she sucked in air desperately. Gripping his untouched shaft with one hand as if for balance, Natasha reached up with her other hand and fondled the giant’s scrotum. His testes were the size of softballs, and she clasped them tightly, one by one, while she sucked his cockhead and shucked her fingers along the Hulk’s length. 

“You good at that… but suck harder. Suck it all.” Hulk knew damn well that the pleasure would only increase and his maddening need would soon go away, lost in Natasha’s mouth and hands and throat. 

He increased the pressure on her head, holding it in place as his prick thrust into her mouth and filled her throat. She could no longer breathe. Natasha felt her throat bulging out with his engorgement, like a cork rammed inside a bottleneck. And, like hot chocolate on a cold day, she felt Hulk’s boiling precum almost pumping down her digestive tract, gallingly increasing the flame in her belly even as her vision spotted with lack of air.

“Mmmmmp! Nnnnnr!” Natasha, her lips burning with soreness, spat the Hulk’s cock out just in time. Hurrying to keep Hulk from growing displeased with the sudden change, she licked it once more, though her tongue felt numb and stiff after being raked against the underside of Hulk’s plunging manhood. Still, she ran it from the base of Hulk’s member to the swollen knob that had gagged her. She could barely do it in one stroke; her tongue felt like it was scraped raw by the time she got to Hulk’s tip. But she kept licking again and again until every square inch of Hulk’s prick was glazed with her saliva.

Hulk was groaning, growing unhappy with this new stimulation after how content he’d been shoving himself down her throat and working his way to an orgasm. Natasha improvised, beginning to nibble Hulk’s shaft, her teeth sinking into the resilient meat at various places along his length until the entire thing was covered with little bruises. Hulk spilled gulps of hot precum on the floor, but quickly tired of the new trend. Restlessly, he stomped his feet. Even with no real force behind the blows, Natasha felt the vibrations travel up her body, jangling her tender sex, dragging her warm labia against the wetness of her panties. She couldn’t tell if his cum had seeped through to her underthings or if she was somehow sickly aroused by the danger and degradation and sheer lasciviousness of her own actions. She tried to calm Hulk, engulfing his cockhead once more, soothing him from glans to collar with her warm lips.

She sucked hard on Hulk’s cock now, desperately hard, trying to get him off before he grew overenthusiastic in his appreciation. Her lips clung to his endowment as if glued to it. As she pulled her head back, slurping audibly as her lips traveled his length, more precum dribbled down her throat and seemed to push downward with force, it was so thick and heated. She gulped it eagerly and sucked for more. There could only be so much precum Hulk could produce before she came to the main event.

“Mmfff! Uuugh! Unnnh! Mmmmmm!” Natasha moaned as the Hulk jerked his hips again, indulging his cock with her greedy mouth. More precum lubricated her gullet. Its liquid heat warmed her belly so much that it felt like her pussy was on fire.

As she sucked and slobbered on Hulk’s member, it grew larger, forcing her jaws apart so insistently he could’ve been trying to dislocate her jaw. Natasha gagged and sputtered—as well, it felt like her throat was closing on his enormous tool, and a meaty throb ran out of Hulk’s deeply buried member, like a jackhammer was breaking its way down her gullet. 

He was going to come down her throat. She had to let him. Her stoppered breathing didn’t matter now; she had to finish this. Natasha deepthroated his huge manhood, taking what felt like an impossibly vast length inside her mouth, almost to her belly. Using her tongue and flaring throat muscles, she sucked so ferociously that Hulk began to snort and buck like an agitated horse.

“Not… long… now!” Hulk rumbled gutturally. His finger was now trailing down Natasha’s long red hair, fondly feeling its softness on his callused fingertip. “Hulk… ready…!”

A gust of wind blew against Natasha’s face, and she suddenly felt the slimy chill of her mascara running down her face, her make-up ruined, tears coloring her face to a ruddy red underneath the mess her cosmetics had become. She must’ve looked like she was wearing warpaint; it was a wonder Hulk wasn’t frightened off by the sight of her.

“HULK!” he cried, as if cheering, as if proud, and his cock swelled like a bellows, stretching her raspy throat and strained lips one last time before firing, rewarding her with a flood of his thick, potent jism. It filled her mouth and gushed down her chin. “TAKE CUM! SUCK ALL OF IT! BE HULK’S SWALLOWER!” His entire hand grabbed her head, holding it in place with a headache-inducing vise-grip as he fed her his seed. All that Natasha could take and more.

Not that she would’ve released his bucking cock. She had earned his cum. She wouldn’t let him hose her down with it like he had before. It belonged in her belly, her womb, weighting down her sex with its warm solidity, taking her perilously close to coming from the sheer spectacle of how much she’d demeaned herself. 

Inside the damp heat of his crushing palm, she mouthed his spurting prick and swallowed its creamy ejections. She sucked for more as the jizz poured down her throat, testing her gag reflex to the limit. And though it was impossible for her to refuse the sheer force with which his cum was being jammed down her throat, there was so much of it that not all could get through. It got in its own way, blocked up her gullet, escaped and ran down her jaw to further sully her already ruined costume and her half-naked body, itself possibly also ruined.

Then, like water gone down the wrong tube, she felt a throaty surge, a heady sensation of being nasally clogged and unclogged at the same time. Then his cum was spewing out of her nose as well. And still Natasha continued to suck, or at least to withstand the lack of air and punishing usage of her throat, until that monster of a cock was milked dry. 

She licked it cleanly as it came out of her mouth, and the tip tasted of bile. Then it hung limply in front of her, glistening with her saliva and still trailing out semen. Natasha spat, escaping the rancid taste of whatever depths of her digestive system Hulk had raided, replacing it with the sweetly overpowering fullness of his cum.

“Good swallower,” he husked, and his cock spasmed once more, rising up in threatening erection as if ready to ravage her all over again. Natasha closed her eyes and felt the dregs of his ejaculation shotgun her face, heavy cream weighting down her eyes, and she couldn’t take clearing them again to see that he was hard enough to claim any of her other orifices the way he had conquered her mouth, made her throat his property. She could feel her belly bulging with all the cum she had swallowed already.

Like a computer crashing, like even her well-honed mind refusing to accept passage into more extreme territory than it had already been forced into, or like a woman starved of oxygen passing out, Natasha simply ceased to exist as a thinking being. She slumped forward, coming to a rest against the pillar of Hulk’s thigh, and the cum that had occupied her mouth and throat spilled down the front of her body in a steady stream. Gallons left her body, forming a small pool of cum encompassing her knees and toes where she was kneeling.

The last thing Natasha felt was this: if her body was a well-oiled machine and her mind was an advanced computer system, her fainting a flailing play of her consciousness on the keyboard of her nervous system—then in all that chaos, one of the buttons pressed triggered a sickly sweet orgasm as she dropped out of awareness, and she felt its piquant heat soaking her panties and flaring in her oversensitive folds as she sank into an exhausted darkness.