Rogue, on her knees, and stuffing Spider-Man's cock down her throat was a sight to see. The web slinger, wearing nothing but his mask and his web shooters, put his hands on the back of Rogue's head and worked in. He vigorously and endlessly face-fucked her.
"Rogue, I'm going to...you better…."
Rogue looked up at Spider-Man with dirty eyes and rubbed his large balls. She told him plainly, without any words, what was going to happen. And what was going to happen was Spider-Man shoving his cock deep inside of her throat and spilling it. Those large breasts rubbing up against his legs while Rogue pistoned up and down added to the pleasure. The inflammation of his loins only increased, the faster Spider-Man worked.
As warned, Spider-Man spilled his seed deep into Rogue's throat. Rogue tilted her head back and sucked Spider-Man's seed down.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!"
In the middle of the door, Rogue stood, looking at the naked Rogue on the ground. Rogue just smiled, looking over the other Rogue, dressed in a tank top and a pair of jean shorts, showing off her body. The choker she wore shining brightly from her neck. The naked Rogue licked her lips.
"Just keeping him warm for you," the naked Rogue said. "Sugah."
The naked Rogue's eyes shifted. For she was not Rogue, but rather Raven Darkholme, better known as Mystique, and also Rogue's estranged mother. Although as of late, the two had a common ground.
"Now be nice," Spider-Man said. "Kiss and make up."
"Oh, that's just swell, isn't it Sugah?" Mystique-Rogue asked.
"I do not say s….mmpph!"
Rogue's protests had been cut off by Mystique kissing her. And also Mystique sharing the cum from her mouth which she extracted. Oh, those hands, they felt perfect just coursing down and grabbing her body. And another pair of hands, Peter's moved in and pulled Rogue's shorts down, revealing her wet pussy.
After going for so long without being touched, Rogue craved it. Those fingers worked her and pushed into her body. Rogue just lost it when Spider-Man pulled down her top and allowed her large bust to pour out. Spider-Man squeezed Rogue's tits and got her excited, breathing heavily. While also pushing his fingers deep between her pussy.
"She's wet, isn't she?" Mystique asked.
Mystique shifted back into her preferred blue skinned form and fondled Rogue's breasts. The two kissed each other, with some kind of power play. Rogue had been stripped as naked as Mystique had been in Rogue's form and she had been brought back onto the bed.
"I need your cock inside me, hon," Rogue breathed. "I can take it better in me than that slut ever can."
"You know, if you have a mouth on you, perhaps you should use it for something more constructive," Mystique fired back.
"Ladies, don't make me put this away," Spider-Man quipped. "Because, I really will."
Rogue just pouted and laid down on the bed. Spider-Man climbed on top of her and caressed Rogue's body. Her nice hard nipples reacted to Spider-Man's ministrations. He tugged on them while spreading her legs. The hard, throbbing organ, closing up against her walls made Rogue's desire just increase. She wrapped her legs around him and Spider-Man took ahold of said legs to massage them.
Wanton need spread through Rogue. The desire to take Spider-Man inside of her, reached the fever pitch. The web slinger slid his hard cock deep into her body and stretching her out.
Every time Rogue felt Spider-Man inside of her body, it felt very good. He was on top of her, touching her and thrilling her in many ways. Those strong hands enveloped Rogue's tits and bounced them. He leaned in to suck on Rogue's bouncing jugs and make her entire body just flow with pleasure.
The web slinger, pushing all the way inside of her, rose up and drove down into Rogue. Spider-Man grabbed Rogue's chest and released it with his clutching hands while sucking on her. He enjoyed Rogue and enjoyed how much she reacted to his touch.
Mystique decided to interject herself, turning back into Rogue one more time, and sitting on Rogue's face. She treated Spider-Man to the very erotic sight of Rogue bouncing on Rogue's face while Spider-Man fucked Rogue. Mystisque slapped her ass every time she rocked forward on Rogue's face.
Too much, oh that was too much. Spider-Man tried very hard not lose it inside of Rogue. Slowing down did not work as well as possible. For Rogue would not be denied what she wanted.
"Rogue," Spider-Man grunted. "You're….."
"She's thristing for it, I can tell," Mystique said. "Go ahead, and finish her off….put her in a coma for a change."
Spider-Man grabbed Rogue's hips and slammed into her. Riding her orgasm all the way to the end. Rogue clutched down tight onto his organ and released him, pumping Spider-Man's thick organ. The weight of his balls, inflamed from being deep inside of Rogue's velvety center threatened to burst.
After Mystique came over Rogue's face, she pulled out. Only to lay on the bed, mimicking the thrusts of Peter's cock deep inside of her pussy, using a dildo, while still in Rogue's form. Peter decided to go faster, forcing Mystique to speed up.
She wore out her dildo pumping hand and taped a gusher. Mystique shifted between multiple female mutants, from Storm to Emma Frost to Jean Grey all the way to Kitty Pryde, all while sliding her hand deep into her. She ended up on her daughter and would end up on her daughter after Spider-Man pumped his load inside of her.
"I need you to fill me up, feel me up nice and good," Rogue breathed, her southern accent more prominent through her orgasm. "I need your cum inside of your body. Don't waste it, Sugah."
Rogue speaking directly into Spider-Man's ear in her sexy accent caused the web slinger to drive deep inside of her body and it made his balls tingle. Something far greater than his spider sense, while pushing deep into her. Rogue screamed out, clawing his back with her strength.
Finally, Spider-Man erupted and buried his seed into Rogue. Rogue came hard with him two times to milk him. And her tight, greedy walls squeezing him felt like a good feeling.
Peter Parker, grunting and breathing heavily, crawled back from Rogue, only to turn around slightly and come face to face with Carol Danvers. "Carol" smiled and crawled over to Rogue, putting her hand on Rogue's pussy.
"Remember how you sucked me dry?" "Carol" asked. "Why don't I return the favor?"
Now shape-shifted into a blonde Mystique sucked something out of Rogue, Peter's thick, savory, juicy seed which indulged her.
Watching Carol Danvers, or a woman looking like her, suck Rogue's pussy caused Spider-Man to groan. He was very familiar with Carol and wondered how good of a job Mystique did in replicating her.
Mystique had been preparing for this moment for some time. She morphed into a busty maid at the hotel room which Peter and Carol were on an undercover Avengers mission and ended up stumbling into an intimate moment. And being pulled into a threesome later on between the two. She spent the time studying Carol's patterns and also being able to copy her moan just as well.
Peter closed his eyes and rocked deep into Carol's body. Despite the fact he knew deep down it was Mystique as Carol, she did such a good job that Peter really indulged himself with the moment. He slammed deep into Carol's familiar pussy, allowing it to grab onto him.
"Carol, go ahead and suck her dry," Peter said. "I know how much you love sucking my cum out of another woman's pussy...that maid we encountered learned that, didn't she? Boy, she couldn't drop her panties quick enough, could she?"
"Oh, that's just because your spider cock has that effect on people, baby," "Carol" breathed.
"Less talking, more licking," Rogue panted.
The morphed blonde dove down and sucked Rogue's pussy, even after she drained it from the juices. All while Spider-Man's strong hands gripped her.
"Come to think of it, that maid was a slut, wasn't she?"
Well to be honest, Mystique could not disagree. But, it was a label she wore with pride, but she had been only truly pleased by one man and he was right here. A few women yes, but Spider-Man hit buttons within her and drove her to desire.
"Are you going to cum in my Marvel of a pussy?" Mystique asked.
Rogue pushed Carol down into her pussy. Not the real deal and Rogue had been a bit intimidated by the real Carol Danvers thanks to their rocky start. Although, perhaps, just perhaps, if Rogue and Mystique mended fences through Peter, perhaps Carol and Rogue could find some kind of common ground.
Just something to think about in the future. Rogue put her hands on the blonde's hair and forced her all the way down.
Peter jerked forward, thrusting away at Carol's pussy. She did a good job in morphing the tightness and hotness just right and massaged Peter's cock to a near perfect replication. She squeezed him hard, milking his tool.
Spider-Man grunted and pushed into her.
"Here it comes," Spider-Man said.
She milked Spider-Man vigorously and drained his balls. Peter grabbed Carol's ass and fucked her as intensely as Carol wanted, losing himself in the moment and conveniently forgetting it was not the actual Carol Danvers he was fucking.
Oh, Mystique would be feeling this one in the morning, but it had been more than worth it. Spider-Man pumped her womb full of his seed. Mystique closed her eyes, the thought of getting impregnated by the hero just getting her wet.
"You do a pretty good Carol."
"Given how much you lost yourself, I imagine," Mystique said. "You should see my Jennifer Lawrence."
Rogue eyed him with hunger and crawled onto him. It was not too long before Spider-Man slid back into Rogue and enjoyed her body while Mystique recovered from the marvelous pounding Peter gave her.
End.