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A Life in Marvel
Chapter 10 - Part 4
Flash couldn't take it anymore. His face was flushed red with a mix of anger and unwanted arousal. He slipped away from the wall and headed toward the bathrooms, shoulders tense. Inside, he locked himself in a stall, breathing hard. He yanked his pants down and pulled out his cock. It was already leaking, but even hard it was below average — shorter and thinner than he liked to admit. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking furiously, eyes squeezed shut.
The images flooded in. Liz's heavy tits bouncing and pressing against Morgan's chest. The way her thick ass filled Morgan's hands, soft flesh spilling between his fingers. Those wide hips rolling so shamelessly, her thick thighs squeezing around his leg. Flash stroked faster, angry at first, but the fantasy shifted in his head. He pictured Morgan railing her hard — that big cock stretching Liz open, making her moan like a slut right there on the dance floor. He imagined Morgan bending her over, pounding that curvy body while Liz's tits swung heavily.
"Fuck…" Flash whispered, hand flying up and down his smaller cock. The contrast hit him hard. Him with his average-to-below dick versus Morgan destroying Liz. And somehow that made it hotter. He felt a weird, guilty rush — imagining Liz getting absolutely railed by someone bigger, better, while he watched. It made his cock throb in his hand.
"Yeah… take that dick, Liz," he muttered under his breath, stroking faster. In his fantasy Morgan had her bent over, gripping her wide hips, slamming into her from behind while her thick ass rippled. Liz was moaning loud, pushing back, her heavy tits swinging. Flash's hand was slick with precum as he pumped, the mental image of her getting filled and used pushing him closer.
He came hard with a muffled groan, thick but modest spurts shooting into a wad of toilet paper. His legs shook a little as he milked the last drops, breathing ragged. For a second he felt pathetic — jerking off in a bathroom stall to the girl he wanted getting fucked by Morgan. But underneath that shame was a strange, intense satisfaction. The thought of Liz's curvy body getting properly railed, her moaning for more, her thick ass bouncing on a real cock… it felt good in a twisted way.
Flash cleaned up quickly, flushed the evidence, and washed his hands. He stared at himself in the mirror for a second, face still flushed. He shook his head, trying to push the images away, but they stuck with him as he headed back out to the dance.
Gwen came back in after Liz, turning so her back was to Morgan again. She twerked short and sharp against him, her powerful ass clapping lightly, the firm cheeks rippling under the emerald silk. "Half the football team wants to kill me right now," Morgan murmured against her ear, hands gripping her hips. "They're all staring at this ass like they can't believe it's real."
Gwen laughed breathlessly, pushing back harder. "Let them stare. They don't get to feel how full you left me. How many loads you pumped into me back in that room." She kept twerking, short and controlled, her thick thighs flexing with every movement.
When Liz took over again, grinding her thick thighs around his leg, Morgan whispered low, "Your tits feel even heavier after what we did earlier. Still sensitive?"
"So sensitive," Liz admitted, pressing them harder against him, voice shaky with want. "Every time they rub against you I remember you sucking on them while you fucked me. I'm still leaking your cum down my thighs right now."
MJ's turn got even filthier. She dropped low again, sliding back up painfully slow, her tight ass flexing the whole way up his body. "I'm still sore from riding you so hard earlier," she said quietly, voice husky. "But I want more later. I want you to bend me over again when we get out of here."
The dancing kept getting dirtier as the night went on. Gwen twerked sharper, her powerful ass rippling noticeably. Liz ground her thick thighs and heavy tits with completely shameless rolls, soft flesh moving against Morgan. MJ dropped low and worked her long legs and tight ass in slow, filthy waves that made several people nearby actually stop dancing to stare. The room was thick with tension — envious eyes everywhere, girls whispering to each other in shock or arousal, guys shifting uncomfortably in their pants.
Morgan kept feeding them quiet, rough commentary between songs, his voice low against their ears the whole time.
Eventually the lights started coming up and the music faded, the DJ announcing last song. The four of them slipped out together through a side exit, bodies still buzzing, skin warm and flushed from the dancing and everything that had happened earlier in the review room. Liz and MJ gave Morgan and Gwen quick, heated kisses goodbye in the parking lot, promising to text later. Liz's cheeks were still pink, her blue dress a little rumpled. MJ smirked as she walked off, long legs carrying her toward her ride, throwing one last look over her shoulder.
Morgan and Gwen caught a cab a couple blocks away. The second they slid into the back seat, the energy between them kicked up again. Gwen pressed right up against him, her thigh draped over his. The emerald silk of her dress had ridden up slightly during the dancing, and Morgan's hand immediately found her bare skin, fingers tracing slow circles on the inside of her thick thigh.
The cab driver, a middle-aged guy with a thick beard, glanced in the rearview mirror once, then again. He didn't say anything, but his grip tightened on the steering wheel.
"You were incredible tonight," Morgan murmured, leaning in to kiss the side of Gwen's neck. His hand slid higher under her dress, cupping the warm, bare skin of her ass. She wasn't wearing panties anymore — they'd been ruined back in the review room. His fingers brushed against her still-swollen, slick pussy, feeling the mess he'd left there.
Gwen shivered and let out a soft breath, turning her head to catch his mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Her hand rested on his chest, then drifted down to squeeze his thigh. "I can still feel you dripping out of me," she whispered against his lips. "Every time I move in this dress it reminds me how many times you came inside me."
Morgan groaned quietly, his fingers gently stroking her wet folds under the dress. He was becoming more aware of the new part of his power now — that warm, energizing touch. It wasn't just feeling anymore. When he focused, he could push a gentle current of energy into her skin, making her muscles relax and then recharge at the same time. He let it flow through his fingertips as he cupped her pussy, feeling her unconsciously respond. Gwen's thighs parted a little wider, a soft moan escaping into his mouth as fresh warmth spread through her core.
The cab driver adjusted the rearview mirror slightly, eyes flicking back again. His face was flushed, breathing a little heavier. He was hard in his pants, the outline obvious if you looked, but he stayed quiet, driving steadily.
Gwen kissed Morgan harder, her tongue sliding against his as her hand boldly rubbed over the growing bulge in his pants. "I want you to myself tonight," she said between kisses, voice husky. "No sharing. Just you and me."
Morgan squeezed her ass again, kneading the firm cheek while his other hand stayed between her legs, fingers gently circling her clit. The energizing flow continued, and he could feel Gwen responding — her breathing deepening, her body growing hotter and more responsive. She didn't even seem to realize it was happening. Her hips rolled subtly against his hand, chasing the sensation.
"You're getting so worked up again," Morgan whispered, nipping at her bottom lip. "I can feel how sensitive you still are."
"Because of you," she breathed, kissing along his jaw. Her hand squeezed his cock through his pants, stroking slowly. "That new thing you're doing with your hands… it feels so good. Like I could keep going all night."
The cab driver cleared his throat once, a rough, awkward sound that cut through the heavy breathing in the back seat. He didn't say anything though. His eyes kept darting up to the rearview mirror every few seconds, unable to help himself. He watched Gwen's hand moving slowly over Morgan's lap, fingers tracing and squeezing the obvious bulge in his pants. He saw the way her emerald dress had shifted higher on her thick thighs, Morgan's hand disappearing underneath it, moving in slow, deliberate strokes. The driver's face grew hotter, his collar suddenly feeling too tight. He shifted uncomfortably in the driver's seat, adjusting his position for the third time in two minutes. His own cock had been half-hard since they got in, and now it was fully straining against his pants. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to focus on the road, but the soft, wet sounds of kissing and quiet moans kept pulling his attention back.
In the back seat, Morgan and Gwen were completely lost in each other. They made out the whole way, lips sliding together hungrily, tongues meeting in slow, deep strokes. Morgan cupped one of her full tits through the thin silk of her dress, his palm feeling the heavy weight as he squeezed gently. His thumb brushed back and forth over her stiff nipple, circling it until it grew even harder. Gwen arched into his touch with a soft, needy moan that vibrated against his mouth.
"God, your hands feel so good," she whispered between kisses, her voice low and breathy. "Keep touching me like that."
Morgan smiled against her lips, giving her tit another firm squeeze, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger. "You're so sensitive right now. I can feel how hard your nipples are. Still worked up from earlier?"
Gwen nodded, kissing along his jaw before sucking lightly on the side of his neck. Her tongue flicked against his skin, leaving a warm, wet trail. "Everything feels more intense tonight. Especially when you touch me there." Her hand stayed busy on his lap, fingers tracing the thick outline of his hard cock through his pants. She squeezed the shaft slowly, stroking up and down the length, feeling it throb under her palm. "You're so fucking hard again already. I love how big you get for me."
Morgan groaned quietly, his hips twitching up into her hand. He kept massaging her tit, pinching the nipple just enough to make her gasp. "You're still leaking my cum, aren't you? I can feel how wet you are every time my fingers brush your pussy."
Gwen let out a shaky moan, sucking harder on his neck for a second before pulling back to kiss him again. "Yes… I can feel it every time I move. You filled me up so much. It's dripping down my thighs right now because of you." Her hand stroked him firmer, squeezing the thick head through the fabric. "I want you again already."
The cab driver swallowed hard, his eyes flicking to the mirror once more. He could see Gwen's hips shifting subtly, pressing against Morgan's hand under her dress. The soft, rhythmic sounds of their kissing and the quiet, filthy whispers were driving him crazy. He was rock hard now, the front of his pants tented uncomfortably. He shifted again, trying to hide it, but there was no escaping the show happening right behind him. Part of him wanted to tell them to knock it off, but another part — the frustrated, lonely part — couldn't stop watching.
Morgan slid his fingers higher under Gwen's dress, gently stroking her slick folds again. The warm energizing touch flowed from his fingertips into her skin without him even thinking about it now. He could feel her responding, her body growing hotter, muscles relaxing then tightening with fresh energy. Gwen unconsciously pressed down against his hand, her breathing getting deeper.
"You're doing that thing again," she murmured against his mouth, voice husky. "It feels… warm. Like I could ride you for hours right now."
Morgan kissed her harder, thumb still playing with her nipple while his other hand kept stroking her wet pussy. "Good. I want you buzzing for me when we get home."
They kept making out like that for the rest of the ride — slow, deep kisses mixed with wandering hands and whispered dirty words. Gwen stroked his cock through his pants the whole time, squeezing and teasing. Morgan alternated between fondling her heavy tits and fingering her gently under the dress, feeding her that steady energizing current.
By the time the cab finally pulled up in front of Morgan's house, they were both breathing heavily, lips swollen and faces flushed. Morgan reluctantly pulled his hands away and paid the driver quickly, barely looking at him as he handed over the cash.
The man muttered a thanks, his face bright red, clearly relieved the ride was over but visibly frustrated at the same time. He shifted in his seat one last time as they got out, adjusting himself discreetly before driving away.
The second the front door clicked shut behind them, Gwen shoved Morgan back against it with surprising strength. She pressed her body flush against his, her full tits soft and heavy against his chest as she kissed him hard, hungry and demanding. Her skin was still warm from the cab ride, flushed and buzzing. Morgan's new energizing touch had been flowing into her the entire time his hand rested on her thigh — that steady, warm current making her muscles feel loose yet wired with fresh energy. She felt powerful, horny, and completely alive all at once.
"I want you to myself tonight," she said, voice husky and demanding against his lips. No teasing, no sharing. Just pure need. She grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs toward his room, barely giving him time to catch his balance as they stumbled up the steps.
They barely made it through the bedroom door before she shoved him down onto his back on the bed. Gwen stripped fast, reaching behind herself to unzip the emerald dress. It slid down her body like liquid and pooled on the floor at her feet. Her body looked insane in the dim light filtering through the curtains — thick, powerful thighs that could crush someone if she wanted, a round firm ass that flexed with every movement, and full tits that sat high and proud on her chest, nipples already stiff and begging for attention.
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They collapsed together, sweaty and spent. Morgan kept his hand on her back, the energizing touch flowing gently, helping her body relax. Gwen turned in his arms, pressing her face against his chest, breathing slow and content.
"Couldn't get enough of you tonight," she murmured, voice tired but happy.
Morgan kissed the top of her head. "Good. Because we're doing this again real soon."
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