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After her knee-trembling orgasm, Iron Man had carried Reese
to bed. Now she was stretched out across the duvet, wondering what she could
possibly do to corrupt the very wholesome Captain America. When he eventually
arrived.

Zach had been even longer returning to her than when he’d
changed from Bruce Banner into Iron Man. She giggled. Perhaps he was having a
tough time wriggling into that tight spandex suit and those heavy-duty gloves
and boots. Sighing happily, she decided she didn’t actually mind the wait. It
gave her the much-needed opportunity to rest and to contemplate the stupendous
orgasm she’d had on the sofa. The one where Zach hadn’t even touched her clit.
Well, technically he had, but not the part he normally touched. At thirty years
old—just—and with an active, varied and imaginative sex life with her
boyfriend, she hadn’t thought it was possible to experience anything new. Not
in the negative sense—she had absolutely no complaints in that department—but…
well, she just hadn’t expected it.

Not wanting to get bogged down in confusion and complex
stuff, Reese turned her thoughts back to corruption. It wouldn’t be too
difficult in the circumstances, she figured. After all, it was implied in the
films that poor old Cap was still a virgin. So maybe she’d take the opportunity
to teach him a few things.

The corners of her mouth twitched and she let the grin
emerge. Oh yes, that was exactly what she was going to do.

A couple of minutes later, a tapping sound drew her
attention to the door. Captain America stood there, knocking on the wooden
frame. Reese’s mouth dropped open. Wow, this was the best one yet. The red,
white and blue suit clung to Zach’s athletic body, accentuating all the right
places. There were no gloves or mask, but the suit was accessorized with some
kinky-looking red boots and the famous round shield.

Her gorgeous dark-haired boyfriend hadn’t colored his hair
or worn a wig, but he had combed it into that cute side parting.
Hot.

“Ma’am?” he said, waiting by the door.

“Yes, Captain? What can I do for you?”

His shoulders sagged a little. Reese suspected it was in
relief. She’d just given him a great opening.

“No ma’am, it’s what I can do for you.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes. I’ve been sent to you for orders.”

“Interesting. Come on in, Rogers. Sit down.” She patted the
mattress.

Zach tried and failed not to rake his gaze over her naked
body as he approached. Once he was sitting next to her on the bed, she leaned
forward and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “Rogers. It’s come to
my attention that you don’t…how should I put it…have much experience with
women. A crying shame, if you ask me. I’d like to do something about that. What
do you think?”

“Whatever you say, ma’am. I’m just a soldier, like I said,
here to take orders.”

“Excellent. Well, gorgeous, why don’t you put that shield
down? You won’t be needing it.”

Zach did as she said, then turned back to look at her, a
tentative expression on his face. She almost expired from the cuteness there
and then. But it wasn’t the time for cute, she reminded herself, it was the
time for sexy.

“I think,” she said, shifting across the mattress to make
room for him, “that it’s my duty to any woman you may date in the future to
teach you a very useful skill. You’ll thank me for it. And so will the women.”

Zach raised an eyebrow.

“Please move into the middle of the mattress and lie down.”

“What about my boots?” he said, really playing up the
wholesome, well-behaved image. Reese figured he wouldn’t be able to keep it up
for much longer. Not if she had anything to do with it.

“Your boots are just fine, honey. Come on.” She beckoned
him, and he settled into the center of the bed, his head on the pillows. He
watched her carefully, and Reese bit back a smirk as she realized he didn’t
know what she had planned.

Snuggling up next to him, she leaned down to kiss him, at
the same time running a hand down from his cheek to his crotch, which she
cupped, then squeezed. Zach grunted. He was already semi-erect beneath the
skin-tight material, and she felt a pang at the thought that she wasn’t
actually going to fuck him. Not this time. But as he’d confessed all the
outfits were his on a permanent basis, the possibilities for future naughtiness
were endless.

Sweeping her tongue against his, she enjoyed teasing and
tormenting him, stimulating his cock through his outfit while she sucked and
nibbled at his bottom lip. Then she pulled his tongue into her mouth, mimicking
fellatio. Almost instantly, his shaft grew even harder. Grinning to herself,
Reese moved away, then put her true plan into action.

Moving up the bed, she swung a leg over Zach’s head, giving
him a spectacular view. “Now, Captain Rogers,” she said, keeping some space
between his face and her pussy, “if you really want to please a girl in bed,
it’s not just about penetrative sex. You have to make her come, at any cost,
and a great way to do that is via oral sex.”

Looking down past the curves of her breasts and her belly,
she saw wide eyes peering back up at her. Allowing a small smile to emerge, she
continued, “This is where you use your mouth to pleasure the woman. Kiss her
down there, lick her, nibble her—gently mind!—suck her. Listen to the noises
she makes, notice how she moves, how wet she becomes. It’ll help you figure out
what she likes and what she doesn’t. When you find something that really makes
her moan, don’t you stop until she climaxes all over your handsome face, all
right?”

An emphatic nod.

“Good boy. Now I’m going to lower myself down so you can
reach me. Have at it, and see if you can make me come.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Christ, it turned her on when he called her that. Perhaps
she’d have to request that phrase on a more regular basis, with or without the
Captain America outfit.

She shuffled her legs apart carefully, finding a position
that was both comfortable for her and would allow Zach to eat her pussy without
suffocating. Before long she’d found that position, and clung to the headboard
as his tongue poked out and began to explore her folds.

“Ooh,” she said, huffing out a heavy breath. “That’s it,
Cap, lick me.”

Zach feigned inexperience for a while, tentatively licking
and nibbling at her as she’d commanded, getting into a repetitive motion each
time she made a fuss. Before long, though, it was clear that he was so into
giving her head that he’d forgotten all about their roleplay. His true skillset
had appeared, and Reese gripped the headboard until her hands ached as her man
teased her to the very edge of her climax, then gave her an almighty shove.

“Fuck!” she yelled, following the word with a keening cry as
she shuddered and shook, remembering not to let her thighs relax. Suffocation
by cunnilingus would be an interesting way to go, for sure, but she’d miss the
man far too much.

Pleasure tumbled through her, seeping from every pore as her
pussy gripped and released on nothing. Normally she didn’t mind climaxing
without something inside her, but oddly she did now.

Throwing her leg back over Zach’s head and slumping to his
side, she pressed a kiss to his damp cheek. “Very good, Cap. Now off you trot—go
get me a blond Norse god. I could do with a hammer.”

Reese’s brain had gone blank. She’d been pretty inventive
with her treatment of Captain America, she thought. When it came to Thor,
though, she couldn’t think of a damn thing when it came to roleplaying. Her
dirty fantasies had pretty much always revolved around the blond hunk throwing
her down and ravishing her.

And as he entered the bedroom, she instantly decided that
was exactly what she would allow him to do. Letting out a sound that was
something like
unnf,
she studied him from head to foot. It may be the
same bedroom, the same bed, the same man, even, but the feel was completely
different.

He’d opted for a wig this time. After all, Thor wouldn’t
really be Thor without the flowing blond tresses, would he? It should have
looked ridiculous on her brunet boyfriend with his dark eyebrows, but somehow
he pulled it off. That and the leather-and-metal look armor, the floor-length
red cape, boots not unlike Captain America’s but in black and, of course, the
hammer. Mjolnir.

“Nice hammer, Asgardian,” she quipped. “You may be worthy of
it, but do you think you’re worthy to fuck a human woman? To throw her about a
bit, make her scream?”

Standing beside the bed, looking down at her, he responded,
“Throw a woman? Make her scream? That sounds somewhat brutal. I prefer to treat
the opposite sex with respect.”

“What if she doesn’t want you to?” She smirked, rolling onto
her side and reaching out to touch the hammer.

“In that case, I shall bow to the lady’s desires. What is it
she desires, specifically?”

“A good hard fuck from a Norse god,” she replied simply.

“I would think that is possible.”

“Good. Now come here.”

Putting Mjolnir down on the bedside table, Zach climbed onto
the mattress. Immediately he reached out and grasped the back of Reese’s neck
and pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn’t brutal, exactly, but it was rough,
bruising, and had Reese’s pussy completely soaked within seconds. He took her
mouth, truly possessed it, his tongue thrusting in and out, his teeth capturing
her bottom lip and giving it sharp nips.

He moved away briefly, only to shove her onto her back.
Quickly, he straddled her, leaning down to continue their kiss. Strands of
blond hair tickled her face and neck. The red cape covered them both, the soft
material brushing against Reese’s naked skin. It was in direct contrast to the
eager hands that now explored her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her
nipples, running short fingernails down her stomach. Wetness continued to pool
in her groin, trickling down into her crack and coating her inner thighs.

She’d been turned on ever since Bruce Banner had appeared.
After several orgasms and a ton of stimulation, she would have thought her
pussy juices would be running out by now. Apparently not—it seemed that not
only were women multi-orgasmic, but the lubrication would just keep coming for
as long as it was needed.

Zach’s hand moved between her thighs, seemingly about to
test out that lubrication. Spreading her lips, he entered her with two fingers,
right to the hilt. He finger-fucked her hard, twisting and thrusting, his
knuckles bumping against her G-spot, producing yet more wetness. The sounds
coming from her cunt were rude, almost funny. Sucking, squelching, clicking.

Reese moaned as he pushed a third finger inside her, the
noise swallowed directly into Zach’s mouth. She felt him smile against her
lips, then, after a beat, he redoubled his efforts. He pumped his hand
furiously and his kisses grew increasingly forceful. She wouldn’t have been at
all surprised if she’d tasted blood. And nor would she have minded—it was
fucking hot. Zach was ravishing her, just as she’d requested, and she couldn’t
have been happier about it. It was amazing, dizzying, heady.

After another few minutes of frantic tongue-fucking, Zach
pulled away and shifted down her body, his full attention between her legs. He
didn’t bend his head, though, and she wondered what he had in mind.

It didn’t take at all long to find out. Now with two hands
free, he could further tease and torment her. And that was exactly what he did.
Continuing his ministrations with one hand, he used the other to play with her
clit, which was once again impossibly swollen. Thrusting, pinching, stroking,
rubbing, pulling, he whipped her up into a frenzy of arousal. She felt her
orgasm building, but Zach forbade it.

“Do not come yet, woman. I have other plans for you.”

“O-okay,” she squeaked, wondering how the hell she was going
to hold on when he was stimulating her like crazy.

After some furious activity on her clit, which took her to
the very edge and had her digging her fingernails into her palms in the hope of
distracting herself, Zach put a fourth finger inside her. Reese gasped as she
was stretched. It didn’t hurt, not really, but it felt kind of alien—he’d never
done it before. But she suspected it wasn’t going to end there either.

Sure enough, she felt him pull his fingers out a little, and
his thumb probing at her entrance. Breaking briefly out of the roleplay, he
looked up at her with a question in his eyes.

She responded by bobbing her head up and down. Yeah, she
wanted his whole hand inside her. He’d be careful, she knew. She trusted him,
loved him. And she reckoned it would feel fucking amazing.

Closing her eyes, Reese began to take deep breaths, working
to keep calm, to relax her muscles—most importantly the ones in her vagina.

There was immense pressure, stretching and a little bit of
discomfort as Zach’s thumb joined his fingers and entered her. She sank her
teeth into her bottom lip, convincing herself that she could take it. She
could.
Continuing the deep breaths right through Zach’s entry, she finally let out
one big
whoosh
when he was finally all the way in. Christ, he had his
fist
inside her!

“You okay, baby?” he murmured.

Opening her eyes, she looked down at him. “Yeah,” she
replied, “I’m all right. Just give me a minute to get used to this, then you
can do…whatever.”

Nodding, Zach held still. After a few seconds, she felt
ready. “Hey, Asgardian. Go for it.”

At that, Zach began moving again. She was still slick, and
he continued to stroke and pluck at her clit, keeping her teetering on the edge
of climax as he fisted her. He moved slowly at first, gently, but as she got
used to the sensation, she relaxed and began to truly enjoy it, and he picked
up his pace. She’d been right—it did feel utterly amazing. Full didn’t begin to
describe the sensation. Maybe owned, possessed, something similar? Ugh, it
didn’t matter anyway. All that mattered was that it felt
sublime.
She’d
asked for a good hard fuck—granted it wasn’t a traditional type of fuck, but it
would be good and hard.

The rude sounds continued, her juices along with air being
mixed around inside her by Zach’s hand. But she was too lost in pleasure to
find it funny—he was literally touching every part of her internal walls. Her
G-spot was being pummeled into submission, and her clit was not losing out
either. Orgasm threatened. She had no idea how it would feel to come with a
man’s hand inside her, but it wouldn’t be long before she found out.

“Hey,” she said, her voice sounding distant to her own ears,
“I need to come. May I?”

His eyes glinting with mischief and his own arousal, Zach
nodded. “You may, Midgardian.”

Exhaling heavily, she muttered, “Thank fuck for that.”

Almost immediately, a climax of overwhelming intensity
washed through her. The last thing she remembered was a growl from Zach and the
sound of her own scream.