Message-ID: <15705eli$9809300534@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: see@below.for.e-mail (Dimitri M) Subject: (Dimitri) JLA/Avengers (REWRITTEN) Part 4/15 - mf, ff, oral, anal, 3some Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6uqpv7$c1f$4@newsource.ihug.co.nz> This story is intended for adults only, so anyone below the age required of you in your country/state is not allowed to read this story. If you are below that age and read regardless you release me from 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. The story is based in the time between issues four and five of JLA and Avengers, it's a What If? or Elseworlds story and is not part of real (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. You can 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://www.cjspalace.fsn.net (*) 3 : http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/vanthal/63/archive.htm (*) 4 : 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. ---------------------------------------- --------------------------- 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 Unforgotten’s 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 Forgotten’s 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 experienced 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 their first time together something special. Wanda knew just what was needed to put him at ease, leaning forward so her firm, proud breasts pressed their 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 travelling 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 revelled 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 almighty 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!" ---------------------------- Martian Manhunter Vs Binary. ---------------------------- Despite his incredible speed, he almost wasn't fast enough. As soon as J'onn and Carol had appeared in the strange, glowing blue dome of energy, he combat training had taken over and she'd fired a blast of energy at him. Twisting to the side, her blast singed the ends of his blue cape, and then he was floating up and away from her. "Down you go, tall green and ugly!" yelled Carol and blasted at him again, the energy burning from her clenched fist, raised above her in a dramatic gesture. The Martian Manhunter dodged this one a little easier, having had time to see the blast coming, and not being at such close proximity to her. His eyes burned red and Martian Vision smashed into her, knocking her to the ground. He instantly cut off the eyebeams, hoping this had been enough to knock her out. But Carol did not go down so easily, she lept to her feet and growling her defiance she flew up after him. He drew backwards and his cape touched the glowing blue dome, through which he could see seemingly endless expanses of desert, touched it and caught on fire. "Hahhhh!" he cried, stripping the cape from his body and throwing it with his considerable strength. It happened to hit Binary, who burnt it away with little more than a thought. J'onn dropped to the ground, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his teeth gritted, his race's instinctual fear of fire threatening to overtake everything else of importance. Carol dropped to the ground beside him, eyeing him warily, as if expecting some sort of trap. Then her manner relaxed and she stepped forward, a sneer crossing her face. "You're scared of fire, aren't you? How pathetic?" He took a swipe at her, but she lept nimbly back. "What's the matter, you burn down the house back when you were a kid?" her tone was derogatory, sarcastic,"Shit, and here I thought you were going to be tough!" He was standing again, and attempting to regain his composure, now that the flame was gone, disintegrated by the destruction of his cape, his fear had disappeared with it. "Fear of fire is but an instinctual reflex of my people, and it is severe in my case because I lost my wife and daughter to flame... but I will not allow it to stand in the way of my duty. I have overcome it before and if necessary could overcome it again." "Nice words," she said, dropping into a confident, ready battle stance. Any worries she had had about her ability to take him down now that her powers had become diminished had disappeared when she had seen him drop and cower on the floor,"But I get the feeling that if I flicked a zippo you'd be pissing your pants and crying for mommy!" "As I said," replied J'Onn, calm now, knowing this battle could be won without further physical violence,"I am able to overcome my weakness, can you overcome yours?" "What?" she replied, impatient, wanting to get in close where he wouldn't be able to move so fast and blast him into next week. "I mean to say," replied J'Onn, unperturbed,"That how can you overcome your alcoholism when you won't even acknowledge it?" Her eyes grew wide, this was the second time that a member of this team had brought up her drinking problem, what were they, mind readers or something? In fact J'Onn WAS telepathic, and had been able to get into her mind and see that she was in fact an alcoholic, her subconscious knowing it even if her conscious mind would not accept it. "I don't have a drinking problem," she replied,"That's Ton...uhh, I mean Iron Man's department." "How many drinks have you had today?" he asked her,"One? Two? maybe more? Was it even evening when you left your world?" "Shut up!" she yelled, forgetting her battle stance and standing up straight, making an excellent target if he chose to attack her, which he didn't... yet. "Is that a new cocktail? this Shut up?" asked J'Onn, his expression not changing, only a curious look on his face,"How many of those do you have, just to help you unwind? Or perhaps to relax you after a hard day?" "Shut up! shut up! Shut up!" she screamed at him,"I don't have a drinking problem! You don't even know me, and if I take to odd drink to get me through the day so what!" "Shut up, shut up, shut up?" asked J'Onn, the same curious look on his face,"Does that mean you had three of these wonderful cocktails of yours to... how did you justify.. uh, I mean explain it... to get you through the day?" "FUCK UP!" she screamed and lunged at him, her hands extended like claws, the pure power of a white hole at her fingertips. But J'Onn had been ready, and easily sidestepped. Her impetous carried her forward and into the glowing blue dome, which J'Onn was sure had been set up by The Forgotten to limit their mobility and lead them into a arms down, all out brawl till ione dropped. Carol screamed as she hit the dome. At her full power, when she took on her Binary form, she could have withstood the pain quite easily, and maybe even destroyed the dome. But her powers had become diminished, and it was her skin, a hybrid of human and Kree, that came into contact with the energy. Blue light crackled off her, and she kicked and jerked, in her pain and fear she desperately tried to push through the dome instead of pulling away. J'Onn was shocked to see her clothes catch alight and her hair begin to smoke, he made to take a step forward, but the heat from the flames made him hesitate. "Pull backwards!" he yelled,"Pull out!" But she continued to scream and try to push through the forcefield, and when he tried to take control of her mind it was too jumbled and insane with red images of pain to get ahold off. He hesitated a moment more, then plunged forward and grabbed her about the waist, the fire on her costume and the blue light from the dome sending shockwaves through his nervous system. He pulled back with a great heave, and the two of them fell back. She fell onto him, and he immediately pushed her off and rolled her over to put the flames out. His own skin was charred and burned, and his blood was racing at what felt like a thousand miles an hour, but he felt a strange feeling, almost like pride, that he had not only overcome his fear of fire again, but that he had taken at least a step to save his Universe. Then the feeling fell away as he recalled that to save his Universe, the other must die... and not just die but be erased from all history. An unmistakable feeling of guilt washed over him... but what choice did he have? "Bravo," said a quiet voice, The Forgotten no doubt, probably speaking through some sort of speaker system in the floor. The Manhunter was interested to note the voice sounded unsure of itself... perhaps it had not predicted this outcome? "To tell the truth," said The Forgotten quietly,"I expected you to lose... well done." "Save your commendations," replied Manhunter, looking down on Binary's burnt body,"And do something to help this woman." - Winner - The Martian Manhunter. -- Remarkably, Clark was one of the perhaps five percent of men who wasn't lying when he said he had never masturbated. During his puberty he had had wet dreams of course, and one memorable evening back in Smallville he had shot his load in his pants while dryhumping Lana Lang, but over the last ten years of so he had actually never cum until a few minutes ago when he blew his load in Wanda's mouth. At that point he had wondered how anything could feel any better than that, a nice warm, wet and willing mouth. Now he knew better. Kneeling in front of Wanda, he had taken his cock in hand and positioned it at her pussy. He could swear he could feel the heat radiating from the pink treasure, and just looking at her parted cuntlips and neatly trimmed, red pussy hair had nearly made him blow his load again. Her vagina gleamed with a light sheen of natural lubrication, she had gotten off on sucking his dick, and now her entire body was on fire with anticipation at the thought of having that big dick of his crammed as deeply into her cunt as was possible. Now in position, Clark pushed forward slightly, parting her cuntlips and allowing the head of his cock to press inside. He gasped at the tight, velvety feel of it, and this was just the head! Slowly, he leaned forward over her body as he pushed slowly into her, her cunt spreading apart before his cock, taking in inch after inch. She moaned in pleasure as she felt him fill her up, and he matched her moans as he felt a cunt for the first time... and liked it. With five inches inside of her, Clark had her cuntlips spread as far as necessary, with a push he slammed another four inches (all that would fit) up into her cunt, making his beautiful, red headed wife scream in pleasure. "YES!" she cried,"OH YES IT'S SO BIG!" Clark grinned, his cock swelling even more if that was possible as he heard her words. He had a hold on her waist, and as he pulled out and then pushed back in again, he dragged her with him, sliding her up and down along the sheets of the bed as he began to fuck her faster and faster. What he lacked in experience he more than made up for in enthusiasm, and he was soon fucking her with a vengeance. Her head snapped back and forward and she was make a loud,'ahhhhhhhhh' sound as she pushed and pulled with him, throwing her entire body into the fuck. They slammed their hips together and ground their pelvises against each other with a frenzy, fucking each other like there was no tomorrow. He had started to lean forward over her body at first, but now he was on her knees again, holding her waist with one of his arms while other supported his back. Suddenly, unexpectedly he lifted her up so they were face to face, her large, firm breasts pressed against his chest. They kissed, tasting each others mouths, their tongues writhing against the other as Clark pumped his hips up and she ground her pussy down against his cock. Sweat dripped freely of their bodies, and Wanda's juices ran down both their thighs as she came, breaking the kiss and screaming in ecstasy, her body shuddering with desire, arching her back and throwing those big tits of her forwards, the nipples erect and openly inviting Clark, who took the opportunity and leaned forward, taking one in his mouth and sucking on it. Wanda's hips were almost frantic now, bouncing up and down frenetically, trying to get every last inch of that glorious fuckpole of Clark's inside of her. Her clitoris was on fire, buzzing with pleasure as her cunt gripped down tightly on the cock fucking her, desperately trying to milk his cum from him so he could shoot it deep up her pussy. Her head was still thrown back, her read hair now a tangled, sweaty mess, was hanging down and brushing against the firm globes of her milky white ass, and even that was driving her crazy. For his part, Clark couldn't believe the sensations overcoming him, he was powerless to control his body, and what's more he had no desire to. For one of the first times in his life he was actually letting go and allowing sensation to control him. The hot slickness of Wanda's pussy was a hot commodity, the only weakness he had that could stop him from being Superman. He envisioned long nights at home, fucking his beautiful wife everywhere and anywhere that he was able. On the table, the floor, by the fire... heck, with his powers he could fuck her on the ceiling! He loved having her tits in his mouth, sucking on the rock hard nipples and the firm, fat flesh around it. He alternated between them as he slammed his cock harder and harder, faster and faster into her pussy, leaving one saliva and sweat coated breast for the other, then slipping back. He could hear Wanda moaning an,'ah, ah, ah, ah, ah' in time to his thrusts, and knowing that she was loving this just as much as he was just made it all the more pleasurable. That was it, he could take no more, he quickly lowered Wanda back onto the bed, not missing a thrust, and then pulled back so he was on his knees facing her again, gripping her by the hips and fucking her hot, tight pussy for all he was worth. Wanda's cunt held on just a tightly, squeezing and milking his dick, begging for him cum... and he complied. Grabbing her hips even more firmly and pulling her forward as he thrust, so every last possible inch was pushed inside of her, he released what little control he had left and shot his sperm, firing it deep up her pussy. "Huunnnh, yes!" he groaned as he fired a couple more streams, and then the strength went out of his body and he fell back, falling off the bed. His cock made a sucking noise as it was pulled out of Wanda's gushing cunt. After a few minutes, Clark slid one elbow onto the bed and smiled at her. She lay with arms and legs splayed to the side, a huge smile on her face and her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. "Wow," he said,"Not bad, eh Lois?" "Not at all," she replied,"I... huh? Who's Lois?" Clark look confused,"You... I mean, aren't.... what's happening?" "Vision?" she whispered, looking shocked,"I don't know you, who are you....." And then her hex broke.... End Part Four Of Fifteen. 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