A Night In At Pier Four

On this particular evening, Puppy couldn't sleep. The canine grunted and snuffled, rolling over and over, trying to get into a comfortable position, so he could get some sleep, but to no avail. In the end, Puppy, being an intelligent animal, settled on going for a walk.

Wandering down the corridors in an aimless fashion, Puppy rounded a corner, and almost caused the pan-dimensional bounty hunter known as Bounty to trip over him. Bounty, who was presently sharing living space with the FF, was walking at a brisk pace in the direction of the quarters of Benjamin J. Grimm, better known to some as the Thing.

"Watch out, there, Rover," Bounty said, bending down and stroking the dog's fur. "Don't need you making too much noise. Don't want to spoil what I've got in store for Ben" A wicked smile crept across her face. "Run along, Fido," she said, and patted the dog on his rump to get him to move on down the corridor. Puppy trotted off down the hall, in the direction of Valeria Von Doom's quarters. Puppy didn't really know Valeria, but she knew him - she supposedly came from a possible future, where Reed Richards was dead, and the Invisible Woman had married Doctor Doom, and had a daughter by him. Valeria was purported to be that daughter.

Not that Puppy knew any of this. All Puppy knew was that he didn't really like her all that much. She always told him what to do.

Puppy let out a canine yawn. He was getting tired.

* * *

Bounty stepped into Benjamin J. Grimms quarters, dressed in her usual outfit, minus her brown duster jacket and bandoleers. Ben looked up from his position on his bed, where he lay reading.

Hey Bounty, he said. Whats up?

Lets just see, shall we? she asked, seductively, rubbing Bens shoulder with her gloved hand. Ben jerked upright with surprise, as Bounty peeled back the sheets from around him, and positioned herself on his right thigh.

Tugging gently at the blue diaper that served as Bens only piece of costuming, Bounty felt herself begin to sweat with anticipation beneath the tight one piece spandex suit she wore. Ben gave way to desire, and reached up to her breasts, and tried aimlessly to remove her outfit, but his large three fingered hand could not do the job. In the end, he simply tore the costume free from her hard, hot body. Bountys sudden shock almost immediately gave way to lust as she slithered back and forth on Bens thigh, and could feel the heat of his passion pressing against her muscular legs as fluids seeped from between her fleshy feminine lips.

Yer drivin me crazy! Ben exclaimed, as Bounty moved her hands back and forth across the dent his erection made in his diaper, causing a damp patch to appear, and to spread.

If you think THIS is fun, just wait... Bounty said, and with that, she ripped his diaper off, exposing his massive rigid rod to her awe-struck eyes. Wow, she said.

Bounty grasped his rocky member in a gloved hand, and Ben groaned inexplicably. Gently, she caressed the throbbing tip, and felt it grow even more in her grip. She bent down, and tenderly kissed its head, Ben let out an incredible groan, and reached for her breasts, his rocky hands rubbing roughly, erotically against her stiff nipples. Bounty let out similar cries to Ben.

Enough playing, Bounty said, as she regained her breath. Suddenly, she ducked her head, and took Bens full length into her hot wet mouth. Her tongue danced around his raging hard-on, as her gloved hands massaged its root.

In the name a my Sweet Aunt Petunia! Ben bellowed, between groans, whatever yer doin, Jesus Christ, DONT STOP!

Bounty began to suck fast and furious, ridiculous noises emanating from Bens groin. He leant back, and, with a mighty yell, exploded into Bounty, shooting stream after stream of hot, sticky ejaculate into her waiting mouth. A trickle dribbled from the corner of her mouth, as she swallowed the rest, and withdrew from around Bens now-limp member, and lay back on the bed, as Ben caught his breath and righted himself. He proceeded to lean forward, and cup her left breast in his hand again, tweaking and caressing the nipple, as he moved his other hand down, and suddenly, forcefully, jammed his massive forefinger in between her folds of flesh, his rocky finger grating pleasurably against the muscles of her femininity. Bounty gasped in delight, sweat trickling down her smooth skin and between her perfectly-rounded breasts, and began to rock back and forth atop his digit, as he pumped it in and out of her. Moments later, she found she could bear it no longer, and released an ear-piercing orgasmic screech as she came, drenching Bens rocky hand halfway up his forearm with her own fluids.

Bounty collapsed on the bed beside Ben, and ran her hand across his rocky chest. Ben smiled down at her, and could feel himself growing drowsy. Being a rocky mutated Thing, it had been a long time since he had had anything resembling a good fucking. He yawned loudly. Bounty did the same. In a few minutes, they were asleep in each other's arms.

* * *

Valeria Von Doom was strained, to say the least. Here she was, stranded in what she believed to be the past, before she had even been born, and her boyfriends remaining in the future, probably fucking plenty of other girls by now. The very image infuriated her, but also aroused her strangely. But what could she do about it? She couldnt just wander off into town, and hook up with some boy, for the express purpose of having a fuck, and no-one at Pier Four was eligible.

Valeria lay on her bed, sweating beneath her tiny two piece pajama suit, and was about to console herself by slipping two fingers into her underwear, when Puppy came snuffling by her door. An idea struck Valeria. Perverted, yes, but she desperately needed something between her legs, and this fitted the bill. Opening the door, Valeria grabbed Puppy by the collar, and shut and locked the door behind herself.

Heya Puppy, she said. Howd you like to make a little girl very, VERY happy?

Puppy looked at her quizzically, and she rolled her eyes, and then rolled him over on his stomach and tickled him. He barked with happiness, and then Valeria began to move her hand downwards, until she was tickling something altogether different. That particular something began to grow harder and hotter in her hand, until Puppy was whining in happiness. Valeria lifted him on the bed, and promptly parted her legs, allowing a gush of fluid to squirt out and splatter Puppys stomach. Gently, so as not to aggravate Puppy, she lowered herself upon the dogs rigid member, and eased down on it. Puppy barked once, until Valeria rolled around to wind up kneeling on all fours, with Puppy hanging off of her at the back.

Come on, you dumb mutt! she called back at him over her shoulder. Take a hint, cant you? Puppy had got the idea by now, and began writhing around beating against Valerias hips. She squealed in pleasure, as her small breasts, hanging beneath her, jerked back and forth. She timed her thrusts with Puppys, and their moans grew in unison, until Puppy came violently, barking like a mad thing. Seconds later, Valeria joined the canine in climax, as the sensation of Puppy's hot cum shooting into her triggered her own orgasm. Puppy flopped down on the bed, panting, as Valeria rolled over, her hard young teenage body coated with a fine sheen of sweat.

"Was it good for you too?" she asked Puppy, laughing, and trying to catch her breath. The dog barked once, and resumed panting. That had been quite an experience for him! Valeria wondered if he'd care to go again

* * *

Down the hall, Johnny Storm opened the door to his bedroom, and, not bothering to turn on a light, began rummaging around in his closet.

"Ah, where the hell is it?" he said out loud. He stuck his head out the doorway and called out. "Hey, Sandy! Have you seen my red shirt? I need it for my date with Namorita! She'll be here in a few minutes!"

"No need to shout," a voice came from behind him, as the lights in the room flicked on. "Ah'm right here." Turning, Johnny saw Alysande Stuart, whom he had nicknamed Sandy, lying on his bed, in the armour of her alter-ego, Caledonia. Well to say she was IN her armour was incorrect, Johnny thought. Though she had the physical appearance of Caledonia - the red hair, the muscular, lithe body - at the present moment, the only pieces of clothing she was wearing were her white head-dress, and her boots and gloves, also white. Her traditional battle weapon of choice, her sword, was also visible, the flat of the blade gripped eagerly between her firm and ample breasts, and the hilt resting against her clit. Johnny stared open-mouthed at the sight of Caledonia's naked body.

"Sandy" he said at last, "what what... are you?"

"Hush, John Storm," Caledonia said, taking a hold of her sword, caressing her opening as she grasped its hilt. She pointed the sword directly at Johnny's waist, and traced the outline of his belt buckle with its point. "Now," she said in her commanding Scots accent, rapping his thigh with the flat of the blade, "get those off. Or will I have t' make you?

"Iuh" Johnny tried to step backwards, but stumbled and fell on his back.

"Yuir choice," Caledonia said. "More fun this way anyway." With a single swing of her sword, she had severed Johnny's belt, and quick as a flash, was on top of him, pulling his pants down.

"Sandy no!" he struggled to say, but he could not deny his own desire, as he felt his erection strain against the fabric of his boxer shorts. Nimbly, as if she had done it a thousand times before, which, for all Johnny knew, she could have done, she slid his boxers down the muscular shanks of his thighs, and dropped her head to give her attention to his throbbing member. Her tongue licked it from top to bottom, twisting around the straining head, lapping up the thick trail of pre-cum that trickled down his stiff shaft. After a few more seconds of teasing him, Caledonia pulled back.

What...? Johnny said, looking up. No... God... please, dont stop!

Ahve got a better idea... she said, and clambered up to the bed, positioning herself on all fours. Ahm all yuirs. Johnny leaped up, his concern forgotten, and took his rod in his hand, rubbing its tip between Caledonias spread legs, teasing her the way she had done him. She groaned and gasped, and shuddered, as a surge of fluid trickled from between her lips and coated Johnnys member, as well as staining the soft mattress. He continued to do this for several more minutes - fair penance, he thought. Oh, Johnny! Caledonia cried. Ah need you in me now!

Contented, Johnny did not need telling twice, and instantly penetrated her from behind, causing her to arch her back and cry out in pleasure. He slammed into her again and again, could feel his own climax nearing. He hoped Caledonia was not far off either.

JOHNNY! came a cry, and it took the youth a few seconds to realise it had not come from Caledonia. Turning his head, he saw Namorita in the doorway, arms folded, a look of disgust on her face.

Nita! It... its not what it looks like! he tried to say, as he withdrew his still-rigid cock from Caledonia, but Namorita just walked up to him. He expected her to slap him, but instead, she caressed his cheek.

Oh, yes it is, she said. Im just mad you didnt ask me... to join in.

Uh... Johnny said, as Namorita peeled her fishnet costume free from her ample, firm breasts and down her body, until she had exposed herself before Johnny.

Go on, she said. As you were.

Johnny wasnt about to complain, and jumped back on the bed, to resume fucking Caledonias brains out. She screeched, as Johnny pumped into her harder and faster, and then Namorita slid in under her, and her tongue danced around the area where Johnny and Caledonia were linked. Namorita massaged Johnnys masculine orbs gently, and licked around the root of his member, and then progressed to run her tongue up and down the front of Caledonias clit. Caledonia did not have the energy to return the pleasure, despite Namoritas incessant thrusting of her groin into Caledonias face. Caledonia screamed. Harder! Johnny complied, and Namoritas tongue buried itself inside her. With an incredible cry, Johnny came like he had never cum before, triggering Caledonias orgasm. Fluid seeped from between her legs, which Namorita caught in her mouth and swallowed. As Johnny withdrew his member, which was fast losing stiffness, Namorita ran her tongue once along its length, causing it to shudder, and spray her face with another shower of hot, sticky, ejaculate. He collapsed back on the bed, as Namorita moved to wipe his cum off her face. Caledonia caught her wrist.

Let me get that... she said, and licked the warm, white liquid from Namoritas cheek. Caledonia continued to move her active tongue down Namoritas neck, until finally, she ran it around her breast, and began suckling on the stiff nipple. Namorita threw back her head and cried in pleasure, as Caledonia slipped her gloved hand towards Namoritas groin. Namoritas pleasure was momentarily overcome by erotic surprise, as Caledonia had intended, as she felt two gloved digits thrust in between her feminine folds. She gasped and strained, and began to jerk back and forward, as Caledonia continued to suck and pump. The two women rubbed against each other in an orgy of lust.

Johnny looked at his shaft, which had already grown rock-hard again, almost painfully so, as he watch the two young women pleasure each other. They were to busy to notice him... He tightly wrapped his fist around his member, and began pumping it up and down, masturbating to the sight of Namorita and Caledonias hot sweaty bodies entwined together.

Namorita's cries reached their peak, as she erupted into orgasm, screaming out Caledonia's name, and drenching Caledonia's glove with her fluid. As Namorita tried to ride out her high, Caledonia withdrew the soaked glove, causing Namorita to scream in pleasure as she came again, saturating the mattress. Caledonia smiled at the girl, who flopped down on the bed, turning her head to look at Johnny. Following her gaze, Caledonia saw the young man pumping his rod ferociously, panting, evidently near to climaxing, despite the fact Caledonia and Namorita had ceased their lesbian romping. A wicked smile crossed Caledonia's face, as she looked at Namorita, and nodded to Johnny. Namorita smiled back, having regained her energy, and sat up. Suddenly, to Johnny's surprise, Caledonia, grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from his throbbing member. He started to protest, when Namorita grasped it in her own hand, and began pumping it instead. Johnny groaned in ecstasy, and lay back on the bed, but even he was unprepared, as Caledonia released his wrist, and picked up from where she had left off a few minutes earlier, sucking and nibbling at the head of his shaft, as Namorita continued to slide her nimble hand up and down it, spreading his pre-cum all along its length, and over her hands. Seconds later, though it seemed unto an eternity of pleasure for Johnny, he came, just as Caledonia carefully calculated to release the head of his member from the hold of her tongue and lips, allowing her face to be showered with a thick spray of ejaculate. Johnny bellowed out both their names as he shot jet after jet of cum from his satiated rod, most of which splattered onto Caledonia's face, where some subsequently trickled down her slender neck and in between her sweaty, heaving breasts, although some made its way over Namorita too.

Breathing heavily, Johnny looked up at the two women sitting at his waist. This was a new experience, even for him! But there was still one thing that remained undone - that which he had planned to do that evening in the first place. As he thought about it, he was amazed to feel his cock stiffen and rise to the occasion yet again. Caledonia and Namorita were equally impressed.

"He IS a superhero, isn't he?" Caledonia said to Namorita.

"You don't know the half of it" Namorita said in response, running a finger down the length of Johnny's sticky member, eliciting a moan from Johnny, and a jerk from his rod.

Johnny's hand snapped up and seized her wrist, flipping her over on the bed so that she lay on her back. Gently, yet forcefully, he parted her legs, and rammed his member inside of her. Namorita clawed at the bed sheets, moaning and screeching with undeniable pleasure, as Johnny squirmed his way deeper and deeper, and as Caledonia watched.

"I'll de damned if I'm just goin' t'sit here," she said out loud, and proceeded to crawl towards Namoritas thrashing head. Spreading her legs as wide as she could manage, Caledonia lifted her naked form over Namoritas head, and slowly, so as the girl would get the idea, lowered herself down. Namorita had got the idea alright. Immediately, Caledonia felt the young girls tongue slither in between the folds of her skin, to explore the sensitive muscles of her vagina. Caledonia rocked back and forth on Namoritas face, as Johnny grunted and strained, fucking Namorita like mad. He could feel the inner muscles of her core clenching down tightly on him, and knew that the end was in sight. Within seconds, he had come, squirting what ejaculate remained in his body into Namorita, who took a few more seconds to cum, but when she did, her muscles strained, she arched her back, and Johnny could hear her scream his name, even through the muffle of Caledonias clit. At the same time, her tongue shot straight out of her mouth, as far as it would go, touching Caledonia everywhere at once, and hitting her G-spot perfectly. Caledonia screamed the loudest, and erupted all over Namoritas face, coating her and the pillows with an inch of her own fluids. She rolled off Namoritas face, and lay alongside her. Johnny withdrew from the young Atlantean, and fell down between the two women, exhausted, but happy. Well have to do that again some time, he said.

Namorita and Caledonia leaned in towards Johnny. He hoped they were looking for any more attention of that sort, as he was completely drained. But, as it turned out, they simply rested their heads on his chest, and fell asleep. It was not long before Johnny, too, exhausted from the night's extravagant activities, followed them into dreamland.

* * *

An hour or so after he had left, Puppy staggered back into the nursery. Franklin was still fast asleep. Puppy collapsed on the floor beside him, absolutely exhausted. Valeria had fucked him twice more, in ways which would have been borderline illegal, had he been human, and he was completely drained of his usual canine energy.

Puppy didn't really know Valeria, but she knew him - she supposedly came from a possible future, where Reed Richards was dead, and the Invisible Woman had married Doctor Doom, and had a daughter by him. Valeria was purported to be that daughter.

Not that Puppy knew any of this. All Puppy knew was that Valeria was a fucking good ride. She could tell him what to do any time she liked.

Puppy didn't even have time to yawn. He fell asleep as soon as he lay his head in his forepaws.

END!