An Avenger's Infinite Sex

After 30 seconds of lavish treatment, Misty was content she now had full control of the businesswoman, her nipples dripping with Joy's hot saliva: enough foreplay. Dropping Joy to the deck, she quickly unfastened her slacks as the incredulous brunette gasped in relief, fingers tracing her sore crack:

"If you -uh! T-think I'm just, just going to..."

Joy's words died in her throat as Misty tugged her thong free of wide hips, revealing her big black pussy to bewildered blue eyes. Captivated by the ebony flower spread out before her, the brunette felt a wave of magical desire emanate from the air all around her.

Impatient, Misty tugged the lawyer's head forward, burying the brunette between her fleshy thighs, any chance of a rebuttal ground out as she humped Joy's impetuous face, muttering dryly:

"Skinny white bitches..."

Grasped from behind, Maria Hill's immediate instinct was to flip this latest distraction over her shoulder. Upon twisting to find the luscious black Nurse staring back at her however she lowered her guard, the beautiful practitioner could be very useful.

Pulled downwards Maria growled as her knees hit the deck, only to feel soft, soothing lips caressing her own shoulder, keeping her aggression momentarily at bay. Groaning as Claire rolled up against her, Maria allowed those skilled hands to massage her tense body while big black breasts squashed against the small of her back; this Nurse really knew her anatomy.

Toned ass rising to meet her face, Claire paused, Maria's implication clear. Of course, the brunette was the real threat, even more so then the Witch. Stopping her could avoid the inevitable disaster of this crazed competition; and all it would cost was Claire's dignity. Combing dark hair behind her ear, Claire hardened her resolve, preparing to press her lips to a taught white globe. Unfortunately, Maria had not forgotten her true focus:

Twisting upward, the brunette flipped over the Nurse's back, landing behind to grasp Claire around the neck, catching her by surprise in a tight choke hold:

"You thought what?" Maria whispered: "That you alone could satiate my appetites??" Quickly scanning the crowd as Claire wriggled, Maria saw the radio host's undulating behind, her head bobbing between Natasha's splayed legs:

"Well since your so keen to help Nurse... how about some ass to mouth resuscitation??"

Tugging Claire forward, Maria pressed her face between the blonde's unsuspecting cheeks.

Trish blanched, blue eyes widening in shock, distracted from Natasha's delicious flower. Feeling a thick brown pair of lips pressed against her ass cheek, she finally release the redhead's quivering pussy, cream running down her chin as she broke away from the lustful trifecta.

Wanting to be outraged, resistant, disgusted, instead Claire found herself immersed almost immediately, kissing this white girl's behind with unrepressed desire even as Maria relinquished the grip on her shoulder.

Of course Claire should have known better than the rest that this was in her nature; the Witch having already shown her the true lust beneath the ordered surface, printing her dark lipstick onto a pale white cheek. Reaching the crevasse, Claire slipped out her tongue; Nurse Temple making sure to take her patient's temperature.

Collapsing onto Natasha's heaving torso, Trish groaned as the stranger licked her from crack to clit and back again, tongue massaging her tenderest flesh. Shivering in ecstasy, the blonde screamed as hidden nerves suddenly lit up, cream dripping between her shaking legs: Trish was not used to genuine female appreciation; hell, nobody had kissed her ass this much since she was Patsy!

Eyes rolling, the blonde allowed herself to be dragged backward from the forgotten redhead, the Nurse eating her ass like her life depended on it.

On the table Wanda visibly flinched, her hands shaking as Maria watched on from behind the pile of moaning females. Seeing the effect of yet another woman's sudden ecstasy on the Scarlett Witch, Maria grinned, the cracks were beginning to show:

Then Madani was on her.

Wrestling Maria to the floor the dominant CIA agent quickly took her advantage, sliding their bodies together as the brunette recoiled. Feeling the Persian's wet pussy lips sliding against her thigh, Maria's eyes widened just as their hot cores met.

"Arrgh!"

Pumping against her, Maria's eyes rolled, Dinah pinning her to deck as she scissored her newfound nemesis, taking long firm strokes against her exposed pussy. Tangled together, the CIA agent held her ground, grinning down at Maria as she rode the brunette towards a monstrous climax:

"You have, Ugh! the right -Uhh! To remain -Nnngh! Silenttt BITCH!"

Initially impressed by this sudden display of sexual dominance, Maria was tempted to remain silent, let Madani ride her to a satisfying orgasm, the glorious sensation of their swollen pussy's squelching together almost worth the embarrassment of losing to an inferior woman: But in an orgy of this size you either came out on top, or were used by every fledgling female in the group. And that was not Maria's style:

Gritting her teeth, Maria fought against the hot Persian, reaching up to grasp the other woman's waist. Twisting her hips against Dinah, she pulled the brunette downward, reversing their positions with a loud clang.

Now on top, Maria took back control, grinding against Madani, stretching her to breaking point as she split the agent open wide; using her own strategy against her as they humped madly. Pumping against the bewildered brunette with twice the ferocity Dinah had shown, Maria literally scissored the other woman into deep, carnal submission:

"Arrrgh! Unnngh!! SHITTT!!" gasping in pleasure and pain, the Persian woman braced against the metal grating, Maria bearing down on her; their pussy's locking together in a vice like grip.

Groping supple breasts, Maria pressed down on Madani's lean frame before sliding her hands up to the beautiful woman's long neck. Grinning victoriously as those huge brown eyes rolled, Dinah's head thudded backward as she spasmed under Maria's tight grasp:

"Who's got jurisdiction now huh? Huh?!" Maria barked.

Fingers tight around her neck, Dinah struggled to think, her core boiling against Maria's persistent pussy pressure, rational brain turning to mush as she flexed beneath the woman who was determined to break her in.

Upping the force of her thrusts, Maria clamped down on her pussy, only tightening her vice like grip as she vigorously rode Madani. Grasping the Persian Agent's head in her hands, she peeled open her slack jaw, Maria waiting until Dinah took a breath before spitting in the CIA agent's mouth.

Spluttering, Dinah's cool brown eyes went wide as the fugitive drooled saliva between her lips, forced to gulp down the other woman's spit as her foe laid into her, tight scissor bind driving her mad with lust. Overwhelmed by the shear subservience of her sexual situation, Dinah felt a burning orgasm swell from her loins:

"Who's -Uh! Got jurisdiction -Urrghgh! NOWW?!"

Gurgling spit, Dinah coughed out the words, cumming hard as Maria humped her nethers raw.

"Unngh, YOU DO!!"

Maria smiled coldly:

"You're damn right!"

Laid out beside Karen, Natasha caught her breath, coming down from a mind numbing series of orgasms as the strawberry blonde kissed her neck intently, still hearing strangled screams of ecstasy all around, the conservative reporter a momentary relief in this sea of ravenous deviance.

Seeing an elegant tanned hand reach across her, Natasha watched Elektra's blood red nails pinch a pert pink nipple, Karen wincing painfully as the assassin leant over for more; the predator was circling once more.

Sandwiched between her and Elektra, Natasha swiped the Greek girl away; all too aware the dangerous woman would eat the sweet girl alive if she ever got her hands on her.

Mewling into her neck, Natasha realised however that Karen needed release as much as any woman in the magical orgy, her sex pulsating against the redhead's thigh. If Natasha wanted to keep them apart, she would have to get resourceful:

Slipping her fingers over her pulsating pussy, Karen moaned wantonly as Natasha gently massaged her sweet sex, easing the conservative reporter into her warm embrace. Lifting her knee, Karen invited her further in, wrapping herself around her more experienced lover as Natasha skilfully fingered her desperate cunt.

Rolling atop the quivering innocent, the Black Widow held firm; determined to shield the girl underneath her.

Crawling awkwardly over Trish, Colleen peeled away the nearest woman, going for an open mouthed kiss before realising whom it was:

"Claire??"

Genuinely surprised to see a student from her dojo, both women stared at each other; both momentarily escaping their lustful fugue: Another coincidence in their unrelenting universe. Then the lust took her once more, grasping Claire and kissing her deeply. Of course, if Colleen had known where her mouth had just been she would probably be more reticent; whilst eating Trish's ass the Nurse had been less than hygienic.

Both straddling the barely lucid blonde, the young martial artist accepted the delicious embrace, pert olives mashing against big black melons as they passionately made out; Claire's lips tasting suspiciously different from any others she had encountered; this would definitely make their next training session awkward.

On the verge of a joyful climax, Misty spied her true opponent from across the sea of lustful woman. How had she gotten so distracted?? Grinding her teeth, the Detective decided to swallow her desires, knocking back the rich girl to face off against the real competition, fingers tightening around her forgotten firearm; she had a score to settle.

Coughing and spluttering, Joy wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or rejected, wide blue eyes glazing over as she watched the crazed lesbian carnage all around her.

Dropping to her knees, the black woman positioned herself before the Ex-SHIELD Director; planting herself on the defeated CIA agent's face to be opposite the scowling brunette, the Detective's fat behind engulfing Dinah's delicate features.

Rolling her eyes, Maria decided to leave the CIA agent to the Detective: she had enough to deal with already. Attempting to pass however, Maria frowned as Misty blocked her advancement, the black woman glaring back at her.

Becoming impatient, Maria saw the gun still clutched in Misty's human hand and instinctively reached for it. Falling into a trap, the detective grasped her arm in the tight metal grip of her bionic hand, slapping the loop of a cuff around the brunette's bare wrist.

Genuinely surprised, Maria tugged on the restraint; chained up to the aggressive detective. Inspecting the woman's naked round curves, a question occurred to her:

"Where were you hiding those??"

Misty grinned darkly: "You don't wanna know."

"So I have to go through you too??" Glancing up at Wanda, the brunette shook her head warily:

"Fine."

Both women launching themselves forward they came together in an aggressive sexual battle for control; black, white and silver limbs flexing, tongues tangling as they wrestled, the chain of the handcuffs rattling between them. Growling into Maria's mouth, Misty drove a knee up into the white woman's pussy, enjoying her shuddering groan as she ground up against the brunette's vulnerable core. Fighting back, Maria cruelly twisted puffy brown nipples, still wet to the touch, before tugging back frizzy black locks as she bit into Misty's plump lower lip, eliciting a strangled yelp from the straining Detective.

Trapped beneath them as the two doms hungrily squared-off, Dinah moaned helplessly, Misty's plump nethers humping her sweaty face and splattering the Persian woman's curly hair in cream whilst Maria's knee sliced harshly against her core. Within seconds Dinah had forcefully climaxed once more, her screams swallowed up by the Detective's big black behind.

Brushing sweat from her brow Wanda tensed her jaw, another thick wave of sensation threatening to topple the Scarlet Witch; this latest orgasm crashing against her psychic forcefield so hard she almost fell backwards. The heat in the lustful control room becoming unbearable, submission and domination emanated through the crowd in equal measure, each orgasm weakening Wanda as the orgy unfolded:

Seeing Elektra's hand claw at Karen's pale thigh, Natasha slapped the brunette away, the Greek girl spooning up behind her all the same, the heat of Elektra's breath ever present on her neck as she protected the young reporter.

Not letting up, Elektra retaliated fast; digging her sharp nails into Natasha's backside, grinning in delight as the infamous Black Widow flinched away, deep red claw marks etched into an otherwise perfect cheek.

Rolling protectively over of the virtuous young reporter, Natasha continued to kiss the enchanted strawberry blonde, attempting to ignore the assassin and the literal pain in her ass as she kept the girl safe. Rolling dark eyes, Elektra decided to take advantage of the redhead's all too vulnerable position:

Again seeing the assassin poised to strike, Natasha instinctively caught her attacker, all three women tumbling sideways one over another in a tangle of writhing naked flesh.

Unperturbed, Elektra moved with catlike grace, the Greek girl flicking a leg over the redhead's back as they came to a rest; all too happy to mount the Black Widow.

Feeling the additional weight of the assassin between her shoulder blades, Natasha gritted her teeth; Elektra had her pinned. Tensing her arms desperately, holding up the brunette whilst still being draped over the naive girl beneath. Their positions now reversed, Natasha found herself staring at Karen's delectable pussy, Elektra threatening to push her down into the sweet forbidden flower.

Perched atop the redhead like a Queen upon her thrown, Elektra surveyed the orgy writhing beneath her. So many beauties, all fucking for survival in a haze of overpowering lust: Now this was her kind of party.

Grinning, the Greek girl placed her foot on the back of Natasha's head, gradually increasing the pressure. Arms shuddering, Natasha struggled to hold herself up. Nose dipping between moist lips she moaned desperately, her mouth brushing tantalisingly over Karen's pussy, breathing in her delicious scent.

Becoming impatient, Elektra leant forward, using both hands to press Natasha into Karen's core. Quivering for several long seconds, the redhead's arms finally gave way, the heat of both women overpowering her resistance as she finally tasted the reporter's sweet cream, tongue disappearing between soft pink folds. Holding her there, Elektra was not satisfied until she heard a sickly sweet gasp from behind her, confirming the redhead had finally swallowed Karen's steaming cunt.

"Wonderful..." Elektra murmured, running tan fingers between wavy red locks as Natasha's head began to twist and bob, her body sagging down into a 69 position under the assassin's insistent pressure. Sliding forward, Electra felt her own sex glide over the arch of the Black Widow's back, relishing her position of dominance over the curvy outlaw Avenger, now eating the reporter she'd been trying to protect with lustful relish, yet another distinctive taste colouring her pussy palette.

Close by Maria was wrestled to the deck, the brunette and her sexual opponent rolling past the other women until they collided with Trish. Both of their heads landing on her belly, the radio host mewled as they used her as a pillow, Claire and Colleen backing off as the fight intensified. Misty being the taller, heavier of the two, the black detective grinned, using this to her advantage. But she should have known better than to put Maria in a corner...

Karen's slim thighs clutching her face, Natasha delved deep into the girl's sweet pussy, tongue rolling under hot folds before flicking at the strawberry blonde's quivering clit. Whining, the reporter could not believe what was happening; under any other circumstances the revelation that the infamous Black Widow used sex as a weapon would be front page juice. Unfortunately Karen was now way too close to this story.

Colleen and Claire still kissing passionately, Elektra watched as the Asian girl's juicy behind swayed ever closer to her undulating throne, backing into the pile of writhing women.

Seeing a chance to distract the Black Widow even further, Elektra slipped backward, finally freeing the redhead from her tight confinement between Karen's hot thighs. Breaking away, Natasha gasped desperately for breath, Karen's cream dripping down her chin as she flicked back her drenched red hair.

Not missing a beat, Elektra grasped Natasha, pressing the spy towards Colleen's vulnerable behind. Shocked, Natasha could only moan desperately as her bedraggled face was shoved into darker depths:

"Mmmphg!"

Moaning into Claire's open mouth, Colleen eyes went wide as saucers as a face was rammed between her unsuspecting cheeks. Balling her hands into fists, the Asian girl attempted to rationalise an entirely new sensation: A woman's tongue running up and down the tight crevasse of her virgin asshole. Even more so than a magical orgy, this invasion of her forbidden entrance was a slap in the dragon's face; a clear violation of the code of discipline she had been trained with for years. Attempting to shake the redhead off Colleen twisted and turned her her supple waist:

Keeping up the pressure, Elektra held firm, effectively motor-boarding Natasha's face on another woman's ass, smearing her lips from side to side, the redhead' was repeatedly slapped by ample round cheeks.

Increasingly dizzy, Natasha felt her resistance falter once more, mouth instinctively latching onto Colleen's cute asian starfish, tongue extending weakly as she was rocked from side to side, her lips finally sealing into place.

Content the redhead was suitably distracted, Elektra twisted gracefully on Natasha's back, her svelte behind slipping over the redhead's more curvaceous hips, the Greek girl coming to face the other way whilst still straddling the helpless Ex-Spy. Bending over double, she finally met the fearful blue eyes of her love rival, her fan of straight orange hair spilling out from between the Black Widow's thighs. Elektra's gaze darkened:

"Mathew's other squeeze..." words dripping with venom, the brunette leant into the twin peaks of Natasha's ass, using her weight to press down on he redhead's shapely hips:

"So lets squeeze you shall we??"

Feeling Natasha spreading out around her, Karen realised too late what Elektra was intending, the redhead's pulsating peach mashed against her sweet lips. Initially refusing to acquiesce, the assassin grinned from between full round globes as Karen was mercilessly squeezed. Locked in a sexual standoff, Karen's nervous blue eyes stared back at Elektra's dangerous brown orbs.

Spooning up against the Black Widow, Elektra was more than happy to act through a surrogate, knowing she would soon get her hands on the cute little morsel Natasha had attempted to shield. Millimetres from the beleaguered reporter, the Greek girl whispered down at her:

"I. Owe. You."

Petrified, Karen could only whimper weakly from below, her mouth engulfed in the redhead's juicy dripping pussy.

The head of the butt-plug bobbing between them, Elektra had a naughty idea, her tan fingers tapping on the end of the big black bulge.

"Ugh!"

Reacting instinctively, Natasha flinched away from the teasing tap, the tight sensation in her abdomen flaring up painfully. Gasping between Colleen's tense cheeks, her tongue flicked out into the Asian girl's ass, tan globes gripping her wet face as she sucked on her tight sphincter.