Shock and Schway

In his disguise, Terry looked as hung as a mule. Maxine found him at a night-thrash party that Dana took her to. He walked up right out of the blue and tapped her on the shoulder.

“I hear everyone’s slutty in the future. Wanna bang?” he’d asked, no-nonsense, his expression so deadpan that it could only be Terry under one of old man Wayne’s make-up jobs.

“Do I want to bang?” Max repeated wonderingly. 

“My name’s Peter Parker. I’m from about fifty years in the past and I saved the world. It probably doesn’t matter, me telling you this, because I’ll be long dead by now. But, before I go back to the past, just thought you should know that I think you’re cute as hell and I’ve love to have some of that casual, just-like-shaking-hands sex everyone in Star Trek does.”

“Hm. I guess the past isn’t that romantic.”

“Hey, you don’t even have FTL travel. Don’t judge.”

“I guess I’ve been swept off my feet,” Max said, smirking. “Let’s go find a love hotel.”

“Love that the Japanese ended up taking over after all,” Terry commented.

They went and rented the key to a love hotel room, which Terry compared to something called Redbox. He must’ve been cramming for a history exam. Inside the cramped space, Max watched Terry strip. Feeling a little unsure about doing this role-playing thing with him, she turned away to take her own clothes off.

“So, how do you want to do—“

Terry pushed her over the bed, her ass hoisted up in the air, pulling open her buttocks so that her pussy opened like a tunnel. “I’m going to split you in two, future slut!”

“The harder the better!” Max called to him, but when she felt him thrust himself inside her, the surge of his cock made her see stars. He had a battering ram down there! And the searing pain of being stretched was somehow too much and yet not enough; she instantly needed more.

“More!” Max demanded. “Fuck me! Fuck me till it hurts! Fuck me till you’ve killed me with that big cock!”

Fascinated by what he was doing, Terry reached down to where they were joined, feeling the smooth lips of Max’s pussy contorting as his cock pressed into it. When he pulled his fingers away, they were wet with her juices. He tasted them, savoring the overwhelming flavor. 

“Your pussy is so…” Terry started to say, before he realized he didn’t even have a word for it.

“It is,” Max chuckled, even as she felt his cock rearranging the inside of her body. “It is so…”

Terry’s hips thrust violently against her ass, punishing her pussy with his brutal cock. He had never fucked a woman so hard.

“Oh, you bastard!” Max keened. “You sweet bastard—fuck me!”

“I’m gonna come!” Terry gasped, the wet friction of Max’s pussy wrapped around his cock becoming too much for him. “Get ready for a blast from the past!”

Max grunted, only able to accept his thrusts as he grabbed her thick buttocks, driving his manhood to the clenching depths of her sex, where the pressure was almost agonizing. His balls jumped, cum boiling and churning inside them, and Terry groaned, covered in sweat, muscles electrified, the ultimate torture of being on the precipice, then the sweetest release he had ever known. 

As he pumped her full of his seed, Terry refused to let his eyes close in bliss. He kept watching as his cum bubbled around his cock, filling Max’s already stuffed pussy. He reached down, rubbing his finger in the cream that had already leaked out of Max, covering her taint in advance of his seed. Then he rubbed between her buttocks, into her asshole. He slipped his finger right in, lubricating her. 

“Gonna fuck you in the ass,” Terry said, pulling himself out of her sex still wet with cum, then forcing his way into her anus, soon filling it as deeply as he had her cunt. Max’s orgasm just seemed to go on and on, shifting from her pussy to her rectum, the added pain only seeming right as she came harder and harder.

“Fuck me to death!” Max shouted. “Fuck the life right out of me!”

As he sodomized her, Terry reached underneath Max’s body to feel the slimy, wide-open mouth of her sex. He plunged two fingers in, pumping out the cum he had already filled her with.

“Yes! Yes!” Max cried, rising up like a rocket. “Finger my cunt while you’re fucking my ass! It’s all yours, Peter! I’m your dirty, dirty bitch!”

Terry flexed his fingers inside the pussy he had already conquered once, while at the same time, his cock took her bowels. Before they finished, the hotel had to book their room for another session. And another after that. This wasn’t uncommon for a love hotel, but three in a row was a record. They would’ve wondered if the occupants hadn’t fallen asleep if it weren’t for the crashes and screams that filtered out of the room, overcoming even the soundproofing technology of the future.

Finally, Max was left splayed face down on the bed, letting Terry caress her exhausted body. At some point, they had fucked too hard and too long for her to deny him anything.

“I’ve gotta go,” Terry said, flicking her aching nipples fondly. “You were great.”

“I definitely was. But any girl who can even take all of that cock is pretty good.”

She waited until he had his pants up before she spoke, her own clothing still a mess, hiked up over her cunt and ass to show off just how much he had come before he was done.

“By the way,” Max said, “thanks, Terry.”

“Who?”

Max smirked. “You can disguise your voice. You can even act like you’re trying to murder me with dick. But you can’t hide just how big that beautiful cock of yours is. How many guys are hung like that?”

It was then that Max’s phone rang. She glanced at it. Terry McGinnis. 

“I need to get back to the past,” Peter said. “Less competition, apparently.”

He left. The phone rang some more, but Max had forgotten it. Suddenly she had to get up, but her body wasn’t obeying her, her pussy twinging, all of her worn out and satiated by how thoroughly Peter had used her body. Finally, she was on her feet, struggling to get her pants up over her sore holes as she stumbled for the door, only it opened in front of her. There was some old guy there. One with a huge cock hanging out of his fly.

“Oh my God,” Max moaned.

“What was it you said fifty years ago?” the old man asked. “’I could never think you were someone else. Not with a cock like that’?”

“Words to that effect,” Max muttered, easily seeing the blood pumping into his soft flesh, awakening it as readily as ‘Terry’ had ever gotten hard. She reached down to take hold of Peter’s cock, giggling as it grew. She couldn’t believe it. Time travel used to cut a man’s refractory period down to nothing. “Shock…”

“Wanna go again?” Old Man Peter asked.

Max could only nod. Peter picked her up and carried her to the bed. He’d spent a long time looking forward to having this little future slut again. And just wait until his younger self came back, having forgotten his keys. If Max liked being double-penetrated with a few fingers…