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Overall, Peter Parker getting temporarily stuck in an alternate universe did have its perks.
For example, that glorious feeling of Captain Peggy Carter squirting a plentiful amount of lube on his bare asshole, slowly working it all over his puckered rosebud before sliding one, then two fingers inside him.
“Fuck, yessss… Thank you… Captain…” Peter managed to gasp out between shallow breaths, as her fingertip slowly and gently massaged his prostate. His cock was already rock hard and quivering with delighted anticipation, which Peggy could see as he lay on his back in front of her, holding his legs up and back, out of her way, so she could have full access to his tight hole.
“You do this so well for me, darling…” Peggy replied, that beautifully authoritative British accent making him shiver as she worked her fingers in and out of him, making sure he was wet enough for her.
She’d always wished she could do this to her darling little Steve before he’d disappeared during the war, but now, in this modern world, she had all the toys she could ever want, and plentiful young men like Peter here to submit to her. After such a long time being looked down upon by men in power, it felt nice to have control.
And especially when the toy she liked most to achieve control and willing submission was her strap-on. Peter lay on her bed entirely naked, a pillow propped under his pelvis to help the angle, but she’d dressed up a bit – perfect flapper hairstyle, perfect red lipstick, glorious muscles on display as much as her glorious 34C breasts, and a custom-made strap-on harness in red, white, and blue – Union Flag colors, rather than Stars and Stripes, of course. And despite being plenty tall enough thanks to the serum, she always liked wearing her boots when standing on the end of a bed to peg a man.
She withdrew her fingers – Peter reacted with a low gasp, and a wanton look that said, in no uncertain terms, please fill me up. And, of course, she would oblige her obedient little soldier, by lining up the tip of her silicon cock with her eager hole, and pushing the head inside.
A moan escaped Peter’s smiling lips, and he closed his eyes tight as she slid in even deeper, slowly beginning to fuck him.
“Good boy…” she whispered, her strong hands gripping his thighs as she amped up her pace.
Peter so desperately wanted to jerk off while she fucked him, but he was, as she said, a good boy, and thus he would resist the urge until she gave him permission.
As if able to read his mind (though he was mostly sure the serum didn’t give her telepathy), she smirked down at him, not once slowing down. Her metabolism and enhanced stamina meant she could fuck him like this for hours, without getting tired or cramping up…
“You want to wank yourself off, don’t you, darling?”
“Yes… Captain… please…”
“You think you’ve been enough of a good boy to earn it?”
“Please, Captain…”
Her pace, her force, her power all amped up, and Peter felt every sensation all the way through his body, up his spine and across his skin. Sure, she had enhanced stamina, but he had enhanced senses – including his sense of touch – meaning every inch of his body, every nerve, felt every bit of pleasure from her expert pounding and her glorious cock, but turned up to eleven.
“Touch yourself, darling… but don’t cum yet…” she said, in her endlessly sultry voice.
Peter obeyed, his right hand stroking his cock, trying to maintain a rhythm that would feel good without pushing him over the line before she gave him permission.
“A touch faster, darling…”
“Yes, Captain…”
“Now… cum for me, darling!”
Peter’s cum shot across his chest and stomach, and he let out a sigh of satisfied relief as she slowed, then carefully withdrew her cock. He lay there for a moment, catching his breath, before seeing her throw something towards him on the bed. He picked it up, and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Even your cum towels have Union Jacks on them?”