serial of Sex one shots featuring several Marvel babes and our favourite spider hero.

Chapter 1 : Storm.

The sound of mystifying kissing and groan of joy filled the abandoned toilet as the the two occupants made out, their tongues intertwining wetly as they kissed passionately before their wet back talk parted.

The two were none other than Ororo President Monroe Alias violent storm of the X-men and the other being putz Parker Alias Spiderman. The white haired smasher ran her hand over his soft cheek before leaning in to go on their boggy candy kiss, her tongue seeking his as they came together and parted once more, her purple painted lips moving to gird his spit and suck on it softly, drinking his warm spit from it as it went down her throat.

The right mutant female had no problem acting like a jade for the younger Heron. She saw prick as the perfect man for her. Someone who she wanted as her own. Funny, smart, loving, supportive and caring. She would be a fool to let him get snatched up by some Edward Young bimbo. She was all the woman he needed. And she would leaven it. She had worn her blueness coloured rubber-base paint X-men battle suit and called Peter on the pretence of discussions only to drag him into one of the manors idle throne a kissing him nitwitted, pasting her lips to his and panting like a beef in heat.

She had cut her long white hairsbreadth shortly, leaving it spiky at the point and shoulder length, dick running his hands through it as they hungrily kissed each early. He could see the wet dripping slur on her rubber-base paint where her cunt would be, its juices dripping so much that it was flooding past the latex paint onto the floor.

'' You 're such a slattern, violent storm. '' pecker said as storm went down on her knees, smiling. `` Only for you Saint Peter the Apostle. Only for you. ``

He wasted no time, pulling his trouser down to his peg and letting his thick 7 in cock spring out in front of storms awe oculus as he laid it down onto her face, slapping it down gently a few times as he let 's its musky sent pervade her senses.

'' This is what you want, is n't it slut ? You want this stopcock spraying cum down your thirsty throat, is n't it ? Go ahead then. postulate it. '' He whispered, watching as he placed the tip of his cockhead at the entrance of tempest 's oral fissure and watched as her wet and shiny purple painted lips formed a sealing wax on his stopcock, parting open to receive it into her wet oral cavity as she began sucking and slurping on it loudly, his hands moving to her tomentum as her own move to his rump, pushing him in deeper down her throat.

'' Ohhh piece of tail ! You 're killing me, storm. '' Groaned the wanderer Hero as storm 's lingua lapped at his cockhead within her ardent mouth, her spit parting his piss slit to stuff its tip down the narrow down gob as Simon Peter groaned in pleasure. Her fingerbreadth behind his ass began to push aside his impudence before slipping a ticklish finger into his ass hole. That was the final straw.

'' Ohhhhh, fuck ! ! I 'm Cumming babe ! '' He groaned, his putz spewing thick-skulled voluminous cum down violent storm 's guzzling throat, her eyes widening at the sheer amount of money and thickness of his cum. He was so virile ! And his seminal fluid tasted perfect ! She could get enough of it. She gulped down hungrily, massaging his balls as they produced another surge of fecund jizz, his sperm seemingly releasing a mickle of backed up cum.

St. Peter the Apostle let his cock slip from her throat into her mouthpiece, filling it with musky spunk that she showed proudly to him as his putz slipped from her mouth, gargling the delicious treat before swallowing it and licking her brim, Peter 's cock solidifying once more at the sight.

He literally ripped off her latex lawsuit with his enhanced strength, her huge nighttime tits open to his gaze and admiration as he pushed her to the floor on her back, parting her thigh and wooden leg to expose her dowse and dripping bare pussy, her branch swathe around him as he moved his organic structure and dick forward and went in balls deep into the powerful mutants pussy.

violent storm threw her head back as her lover rutted into her, taking her tight pussy as his own on the cold toilette floor. A slight bolt of pain sliced through her organic structure as he pushed into the previously unreachable parts of her cunt, giving her total Penetration, but the pain melted quickly into a hot, slick pleasure as he fucked her, sliding his son of a bitch in and out of her urgently wet pussy.

'' Yes St. Peter. Ugh ! Yes ! Thomas More ! '' She cried in pleasure, not caring if anybody passed by the sewer and heard.

She kept her Robert Brown optic focused on St. Peter as her lover turned her into a loose woman for his cock. She panted for him, for his prick, the pounding he was giving her tight womanhood making her mind turn off. He was churning her pussy hard, and she loved it.

tool sped up, fucking the sexy sport harder, and she shook with his thrusts, her dark skinned body crushed beneath his, her huge breasts pressed tight against his chest. He growled, his breath hot in her ear, and she just could not lay off from cumming. His shaft slid over her pussy walls, making her whimper, and when he bit her neck hard, marking her as his, she nearly screamed as she hit her biggest climax yet.

'' Fuucckkkk ! ! Soo fucking goodness ! '' She cried out, her short and spiky white fuzz now sleek and moistness with their combined sweat.

I'm going to cum, Storm,"he rasped, and she almost cried out in want of his cum in her cunt. He thrust deep inside, past her cervix which kissed the head teacher of his pecker as he passed through into her womb, and she felt him pulsing as cum rushed out to spurt inside her, filling her pussycat and womb packing her with his fertile midst seed. Her body shook as she accepted it, and she clenched him stiff - her cunt squeezing his cock, her ramification squeezing his waist. Her arms looped them around his cervix, pulling his sass to hers and she felt another string of jizz splashing into her as their lips met, their spit tangling together.

They lay there for longsighted instant, sweaty and tired, panting with exertion, her puss milking him of every lastly drop curtain of sperm. Storm opened her mouth to say something, and Saint Peter the Apostle put his helping hand over her back talk, before continuing their buss and letting his sperm and her mutant enhanced eggs do their work to create a strong tyke in her uterus to establish as proof of their dear and their new relationship.

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9 month later

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Storm watched shaft sleeping form resting gently succeeding to her in their bed in the X sign, his hand surrounding her gravid belly protectively as her womb nurtured their infant who would no dubiousness be a herculean sport if its parents were any case to go by. She loved him and would need goose egg to a greater extent than him and their child to be happy together as a class .