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Forgive the spelling, my spellchecker is gone... don't ask me where, it's just gone.
Okay, let's get one thing straight, this story is intended for
adults only. So what's an adult? Anyone who is over the age legally
required of them to view pornography in thier country and/or state. If
you are below that age it is illegal for you to read the following
story and doing so will fully release me from any and all responsibility,
whether you read this disclaimer or not.
The characters contained herein are the property of Marvel and
DC Comics, and are used without permission, however no copyright
infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the
distribution of this story.
I am basing this story in the time between issues four and five
of JLA and Avengers, the story can be considered as a What If? or
Elseworlds story depending on your tastes, and should not be considered
as a part of regular (that's non-porno) DC or Marvel Continuity.
The teams are as follows :
JLA - Superman, Batman, Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, Flash,
Green Lantern, Aquaman and Green Arrow.
Avengers - Captain America, Thor, Iron Man, Scarlet Witch,
Hawkeye, Warbird, Justice and Firestar.
With appearances by Oracle, Nightwing, Tomorrow Woman, Tigra,
Moondragon and Eros.
If you'd like to make a request, compliment or criticise this
story, send your e-mails to - dimitri_resides@hotmail.com - and tell
me what you think.
If you'd like to see other stories I've written but live in
fear of e-mail, then point your browser at the following :
1 : ftp://asstr.ml.org
2 : http://come.to/dimitri (please note, this is not my site,
I merely post stories to the maintainer, JayDee, who actually
runs the site.. also, not all the stories on the site are mine,
stories in the 'other' section were written by other authors)
3 : http://www.cjspalace.fsn.net (*)
4 : http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/vanthal/63/archive.htm (*)
5 : http://www.mindspring.com/~alara/ajer/magneto.html (*)
(*) I haven't been able to check these out yet, but have been
told at least one of my stories can be found there.
And now, finally, here is the story!
JLA/Avengers - The Forgotten, Part Four.
----------------------------------------
Round One - Superman Vs Scarlet Witch.
The Man Of Tomorrow and the beautiful, flame haired Avenger
found themselves standing in a huge chamber, filled with gigantic
stone pillars with uncountable hyroglyphics etched upon them.
Far in the distance, they could hear a light tapping, as if
even now someone was creating more of the hyroglyphics.
"This... this is a pyrimad?" asked Superman, staring
around,"It looks ancient and undisturbed, but there are torches
burning, so someone must be..."
He was cut off as a hex bolt smashed into his face, knocking
him back a couple of steps. Before he could recover he was being
pelted again and again by the bolts, whiched seemed to serve no purpose
other than to keep him off-balance. Then suddenly, unpredictably one
of the walls smashed down onto him... and the floor gave way, and a
pillar collapsed onto the rubble.
"I'm sorry," gasped Wanda as the dust cleared,"But I have a
family and friends back on Earth, I can't just let them be wiped out,
I'm so, so sorry," she seemed almost near tears as she turned around
and looked up at the ceiling of the pyrimad,"ARE YOU HAPPY, FORGOTTEN?
ARE YOU PLEASED?"
Behind her there was a rumble, and she whirled to see The Man
Of Steel emerge unscathed from the rubble she had buried him under.
"Sorry," he said, seeming almost apologetic,"But it's not
that easy."
He started forward, seeming reluctant but clearly ready to
knock her down, to beat her until The Forgotten declared him the winner,
but he hoped to do it as painlessly as possible, he would take no
pleasure in hitting a woman.
As he approached Wanda screamed, threw up her arms as if to
protect herself and a blast of scarlet light surrounded them both, then
steadily contracted until it was only the size of a tennis ball. It
disappeared, and the two had disappeared with it.
Several minutes later a solitary figure shuffled into the
chamber, he saw the destruction that had been wrought, but could see
no one in the room.
"Curious," muttered Ozymandias, then returned to his work.
-
Clark shook his head to clear out the water, then toweled himself
off. Noticing he was getting some stubble, he used a handheld mirror
to shave with his heat vision. Then he turned and gleefully made his
way back to his bedroom, where the womam he had lusted after ever since
arriving in Metropolis and now his newlywed wife awaited.
"Darling," said Wanda Maximoff-Kent as he stepped into the
bedroom, she threw back the covers, revealing her naked form,"Show me
that you really are a man of steel!"
Wanda ran her eyes appreciatively over Clark's naked form as
he stripped his towel off and threw it to the ground.
- Who would have thought he had a body like that when he first
showed up? - she thought to herself.
Indeed, when Clark Kent had first arrived in New Metropolis,
walking into the Daily Planet and asking J. Jonah White for a job, he
had been the living epitome of a mild mannered reporter. He wore
thick lensed glasses, an old brown suit and he had had a penchant for
bow ties. For the longest time Wanda had made fun of his small town
heritage, but thier friendship had slowly blossomed into a deep and
abiding love. Now, here they were, married and happy as could be.
- And horny, damn horny! - laughed Wanda to herself.
Clark had revealed to her that he was a virgin, and her own
sexual 'adventures' had been limited to a one night stand with a
stockbroker named Dane Whitman and a brief love affair with the
multimillionare Lex Vision (of VisionWorks) who had turned out to be
an android created by the evil Ultroniac, a cybernetic, artificially
intelligent lifeform who had crossed paths with Clarks alter-ego a
number of times.
Now he stood before her, ready to make her his, ready to
consummate thier marriage... as the bard had so eloquently put it, she
was bought and was about to be enjoyed.
And he proceeded with all the eloquence and dignity demanded of
the situation.
"Yahoo!" he cried and leaped onto the bed.
---------------------------
Green Arrow Versus Hawkeye.
---------------------------
Clint and Conner suddenly found themselves in a room filled with
straw dummies, targets and moving obstacles.
"What the?" asked Hawkeye, knocking aside a punching bag that
swung towards him.
"Okay, this is too weird," said Conner,"What is this, the
workout room from hell?"
"Gentlemen," came The Unforgottens voice, as if from all around
them,"You will each find that you have an equal number of arrows in
your quivers. The winner of this battle will be determined not just by
your archery skills, but by dexterity, agility and foresight. The first
of you to draw blood will be declared the winner."
"Okay, maybe I missed the briefing," Conner began,"But is... hey!"
He lept nimbly aside, an arrow missing him by a hairsbreadth.
"Excellent!" laughed The Forgottens voice,"It seems Mr Barton has
that killer instinct!"
Hawkeye didn't say a thing, he was already sliding behind a straw
dummy, a light sheen of sweat over his body. He was worried, the kid was
fast! Moving with a natural dexterity and grace tempered by obvious
training.
He bounced up from behind the dummy, firing another of his plain
arrows at Green Arrow, hoping to scratch him and claim first blood.
Conner still stood where he had leaped to safety earlier, but
he easily swivelled out of the arrows path.
- Lucky for me the kid doesn't have that killer instinct! -
Hawkeye thought to himself, diving aside as Conner fired an arrow with
an almost reluctant look on his face.
"Hah! Missed!" laughed Hawkeye, easily leaping aside.
"Wasn't aiming at you," replied Conner, glumly,"Look."
Ordinarily Clint would never look, but the boy's obvious innocence
kept him from suspicion, and he turned to look at the straw dummy, with an
arrow embedded smack in the middle of the target.
"If I wanted to, I could take you down," he said to Hawkeye,"But
I'm not gonna jump through hoops for anybody, I'm certainly not going to
go for first blood... what about you?"
Hawkeye nodded,"You've got heart, kid," he said,"And I want to
be just as noble as you, but there's a whole Universe at stake."
He fired a concussion arrow, which smashed into the wall behind
where Conner had been only moments ago. The kid was firing as he
somersaulted away, and even as Hawkeye was ducking down and rolling
away he saw how the young hero grabbed arrows he had already fired as
they came into reach.
"I can re-use my arrows again and again," he yelled, ducking
behind a straw dummy and sliding out of range of the sonic blaster
arrow Clint had just fired,"Do those fancy arrows of yours work more
than once?"
As the young son of the original Green Arrow finished talking,
he realised he'd been concentrating so much on picking up his spent
arrows that he hadn't taken note of if Hawkeye was moving or not.
- DARN! - he yelled at himself, - Stupid rookie mistake! -
He looked about carefully, and saw with shock that an arrow with
a large, ominous looking gray shell at it's head was pointing roughly
in his direction from behind a large target.
Carefully, he grabbed an arrow from his quiver, at the same
time pretending he hadn't noticed the arrow and was still looking for
Clint. He set the arrow in the bow, pulled it back slightly and then
came up fast, shooting right at the arrowhead... bulleye! The room
exploded with light, blinding the inexperienced young hero who staggered
back.
Slowly his eyes started to clear, and looking up he saw Hawkeye
perched on a pile of straw bales not five feet away, an arrow cocked in
it's bow and pointing right at him. With numb shock and disbelief he
realised what sort of arrow it was.
He made a clumsy attempt to duck, but he was still disorientated
from the light burst (which he now realised had been set up by the
more expereinced Avenger to trick him), and the arrow smashed into his
face, dropping him onto his ass.
Clint picked up the arrow and smiled.
"Haven't used this baby for years, I wondered why I still even
kept it in my quiver."
And Conner, sitting on the ground with blood welling from his
nose, said,"A punching bag arrow? Man, Dad would just love this!"
Winner - Hawkeye -
--
Despite Clark's initial enthusiastic entrance, once he was on
the bed he became shy, almost timid.
She smiled warmly at him as he reached up with a hand that was
lightly trembling and caressed one of her full, plump breasts. She slid
her own hands over his hard chest, her fingers lightly rubbing at his
nipples even as he did the same to hers. A look of loving concern was
set on his face, he wanted to badly for her to enjoy this, to make thier
first time together something special.
Wanda knew just what was needed to put him at ease, leaning
forward so her firm, proud breasts pressed thier warmth into his
surprisingly gentle hands, she lightly kissed his chest, and then began
to work her way down his stomach towards his crotch.
His cock, of course, was hard as a rock and almost pointing
right at her face, almost as if to point out that it knew what she was
going to do even if Clark didn't.
She lowered her hand down his chest, past her own mouth and
Clark's rigid manhood, and lightly tickled his scrotum, sending a
shiver of anticipation throughout his entire body.
"Ahhhh, Wanda!" he gasped, then his eyes practically bugged out
of his head as he felt her warm, welcoming lips kiss up the side of
his close to ten inches of fuckmeat.
"Wanda," he moaned,"You don't have to do this if you don't
want to...."
Even as he spoke his mind was screaming at him for being a
fool.
"Shhh," she whispered, coming to the head of his cock, which if
anything was growing harder,"I do want this, more than you can know."
And then before he could say anything else stupid he felt the
wet warmth of her mouth engulfing his cockhead, and all thoughts of
anything else fled.
Wanda swirled her tongue up and over, around and under the
cock head, not taking anymore of his cock in just yet. He had a (if
you'll pardon the pun) super-cock, and she knew she'd have to take it
slow if she didn't want her mouth to hurt for a week. As she heard
Clark groan in pleasure, she slid her tongue up to the tip of his
cock and pressed lightly at his pisshole for a few seconds, then
continued on with her tongue-bath of his cock.
She felt Clark shudder as the sensations of her wonderful
tongue ran through his crotch and throughout his nervous system,
sending confused messages of pleasure to his brain. Wanda grinned
around his cock, then spread her lips a little wider and began to
take even more of her newly-wed husbands cock into her mouth. She let
her tongue slide down the underside of his dick as she took another
couple of inches in, stopping finally when she had five inches of
cock down her throat.
"Yeeesss! Wanda that's so good!" he moaned, his hands kneading
her wonderful breasts.
His pleasure pleased her, there was nothing like the feeling
you got when you knew you had brought someone pleasure, she thought,
and promptly gave him another two inches of pleasure.
Her mouth was feeling fairly stretched to the limits now, and
so she began to pull her mouth up of his cock, coming almost to the
point where Clark thought the blowjob was over, and then she was
lowering her head down again, her mouth traveling further down his
shaft this time, taking his cock deeper into her oral orifice.
She sucked gently on his meat with her full lips as her
fingers lightly massaged his balls, which were now only a couple
of inches from her chin.
As Clark reveled in the sensations, Wanda's head bobbed up
and down, moving from the head of his cock and back down, getting
closer and closer to the base of his dick with every stroke of her
beautiful mouth. Then finally, with an almight effort the beautiful
red head fully deepthroated the alien son of Krypton, her
lips coming to rest at the base of his cock, his pubic hair pushing
against her nose, his balls resting flush against her chin. Wanda
knew the sensation must be driving Clark crazy, and she slid her
tongue firmly along the underside of his fuckmeat to send him even
further down the path.
"Aaahhh, yeah, that's so good Wanda," he moaned,"Your mouth
around my cock feels so good.... having my dick in your mouth is...
uh!"
Before Wanda could stop it, or even pull away, Clark hunched
up and his hands instinctively grabbed her head, his fingers pushing
through her long, luxurious red hair. He head her steady and
pumped his hips once, twice, three times, shooting cum down her
throat with the appropriate grunts of pleasure.
After shooting his last load, he continued to press every
inch of cock into her mouth that he could for a few seconds, then
he slowly relaxed and lowered his butt back to the bed, releasing
his grip on Wanda's head.
The beautiful young reporter pulled her mouth of his saliva
coated penis and looked up at him with a smile.
"Enjoy?"
He nodded, too breathless to speak.
She wiped her mouth and lay down on the bed next to him.
"Too bad, I wanted that big dick of yours in my pussy as
soon as possible, now we'll have to wait."
She closed her eyes for a second, then felt Clark's hand on
her shoulder.
"Hmmm?"
"Wanda," he said, she opened her eyes and saw that he was
grinning. Looking down she saw his cock was rock-hard and apparently
ready and willing to go for round 2.
"Wanda," he repeated,"They don't call me Superman for nothing!"
End Part Four.
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