Small Cups // Maria Hill & Christine Everhart

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He knew Maria was skilled in defusing tense moments, but he hadn't expected her to bring someone else into this. Oh well. Felix eyed Christine with thick interest and lust. She was the perfect example of a pretty blonde. 

"So?" Felix asked. Shamelessly, Maria reached deeper into his pants. Christine held her breath, eyes flickering between his face and crotch. It was a long, long journey. A long, long pull. "Or are you just going to stand there and go back to Stark?"

"Or do you want to get dicked down?" Maria added. "By a real cock, I mean."

Christine's eyes continued to widen. It felt like it just kept going and going. When Maria finally passed the head, his cock hung down. It was huge; longer and thicker than what Christine was expecting—and she expected a lot from his bulge.

Maria held his semi-flaccid cock from the bottom side—and what a gracious member it was. Visibly heavy and being jerked by Maria's hand lightly, it was the cause of the biggest reaction from the journalist. She possessed so much experience. She was honed to be a woman that could adapt to any situation. 

Schlap–! Schlap–! Schlap–! 

So big…! So fat…! Could a cock be that big…? That aesthetically perfect? Christine, from the bottom of her heart, gasped and went wide-eyed.

"Trust me," Maria said, "Stark won't lose any sleep if you fuck around with us."

Christine swallowed, simply staring at his cock. The more Maria jerked him off, the larger he became. Mentally, she was comparing his size. Mentally, she was submitting. This entire night had been useless to her due to Princess Ororo's early departure. So what was left for her? To fuck Stark? For what? Another false promise?

Fuck. That.

A small spread across the pretty journalist's face. "I wouldn't mind losing any."

A long, thick cock unlike any she had seen before. This was as valuable as finding dirt on Princess Ororo. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Christine had to take it. No, she needed to. Otherwise, this night was going to be utterly without value.

Felix and Maria caught her eye, then each other's. If there was one thing in life that distracted and clouded minds, it was sex. It was why Christine's journalist instincts were tingling. She was horny and she was invigorated by it. Their eyes and smiles twitched with joy as Christine's skirt fell and she revealed her black panties. Felix's cock throbbed to full mast.

Christine and Maria looked down at the mighty shaft and the hand that was enveloping. Unbuttoning the top of her white shirt, Christine approached them and added another hand. Two cool hands and a warm, pulsating member. Fully erect, fully ready, and ready to pound the two ladies into submission.

The next thing Felix knew, he was lying on Anthony Stark's bed, fiercely making out with Christine. Felix groped her ass while Christine kissed him, her lips hungry and demanding. She wasted no time in getting to work, her tongue exploring his mouth with a fervor that left him breathless. He moaned into the kiss, feeling the heat of her body pressing against him.

Christine pulled back slightly, her eyes smoldering with desire as she looked down at Felix. "Too much?" she whispered huskily.

Christine's kisses were unlike anything he had ever experienced before - fierce and unapologetic. He loved it. "As if."

Without another word, she leaned in again and claimed his lips with renewed passion. Felix surrendered himself completely to the moment, letting go of all inhibitions as they explored each other's mouths in a frenzy of desire. As for Maria, while Christine straddled Felix, ass on his pelvis, the SHIELD agent licked his towering cock. From base to tip, her tongue went up, up, up. It was a long journey that was rather slow and methodical. She traced the veins of his cock, following what was sensitive. 

Christine's black panties and ass would never quite brush against the cock, so Maria did what she had to do: service him. After the practice session for Shuri and the tapes videos they sent to Stark, Maria was utterly loyal to his cock. She licked her lips, eyes becoming cloudy, angling his juuust right, and went down on him hard. 

"Mmmph…!" 

Felix's big, fat cock belonged inside Maria's throat. Tight and wet, Felix felt the sudden deepthroat and found himself trying harder to dominate Christine. The blonde journalist had one tight ass which he squeezed eagerly. The added sensation of her panties, he found, were invigorating. 

Felix could feel Christine's breasts pressing against his chest, nipples hardening. Once she needed air, she broke away and sat up straight. Panting, she smirked down on him and brushed her hair back. 

Her tits were A-cups. Felix didn't mind; for him, tits were tits. Whether they were gropable or not, if they were hot on a woman, then they were hot. Laughing as Maria went back up and down, throat bulging, he focused on Christine and her laborious breaths. 

"No bra?" he asked, poking her chest. His small poke became a squeeze, then a thumb brush of her perky tits. 

Christine rolled her neck and her lips, never breaking contact. "Stark."

"Give Stark his thanks then. I'm about to make your ass and tits shake like never before."

"Mwaahhh!" At last, Maria's lips slipped from his monster cock, copious strings of saliva following. She kissed the trembling breeding tool one last time before letting Christine glance over at it. Her throat dried up. Discreetly, Felix pulled on the strap of her panties hiding her sopping wet cunt. Simply at the sight of it, simply seeing that majestic member, Christine got even wetter.

"Fuck…!" Christine, turned halfway-back, jerked his wet cock off. Maria had done phenomenally, her saliva giving each stroke a wonderful schlap–! 

Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—! 

Gulping, she mounted his massive hog, the crown feeling heavenly on her throbbing pussy. 

Her big blue eyes looked down at him, breath bated. Behind her was Maria, jerking Felix's shaft up till the glans and getting it to quiver hard enough to reach her pussy. Felix started rubbing the fat head up against her before slowly easing the tip in. 

Christine was already throwing her head back, staring at the ceiling. "T-that's…!"

"One fat cock?" Maria finished. "I know, I said the same thing." 

Felix took it easy on her. Maria was right there and he knew what he had to do. 'Build-up, build-up, build-up…' 

"Ah~! Ngh~! F-fuck…!" 

About half way in, Christine wondered if she could take the rest. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Maria, her tongue going down Felix's cock. It was like she was prepping her pussy for his cock. Swallowing, knowing that this black-haired woman could take this cock, Christine kept going. 

"I am not a quitter," Christine muttered. 

Kudos to her: she didn't wait. She took him inch by inch, going faster than Maria anticipated, and was clenching on his cock tightly. Maria's tongue was now trapped to Felix's ballsack, licking in triangles and circles. Felix was impressed, arms behind him as he casually absorbed the two sensations.

The tight walls of a pussy and the obedient flicks of a tongue. He smiled up at Christine and nearly laughed at her reactions. Her expression was twisting and her hands were on his pelvis. His dark blue button-down shirt was still straight and ironed. Suffice it to say, Felix was truly unfazed by this.

"Haah…hahh…nnnghhh~!" Fully inside, Christine adjusted to his absurd girth. "This is—haah~! Very…deep…!" Never in her life had she felt so full. Never in her life did she feel like cumming—

Thrust.

"Gah~!"

She orgasmed, body spasming and falling over. Felix laughed and stroked the back of her hair. "Come on, don't tell this is all you can do? You're a journalist, aren't you?"

Thrust.

"Gsshhh~!" 

Christine came for the second time. Her body couldn't handle the second orgasm, her toes curling and her mind forcing her lips to slam into his shirt to stop the embarrassing moan. Christine couldn't believe herself. She couldn't believe that she was breaking like this. The two thrusts were making her mind go white—!

"Hahahh…shhh…." Christine pulled herself up slightly, staring down at the man responsible for this. Her chest was breathing hard. Her arms were almost mush from the sheer amount of energy that was drained from her. "D-don't underestimate me…!"

Pressing her lips to his, her hips began pouncing down at him. Maria pulled back, watching the spectacle. She crawled off the bed and put a finger to her mouth. She was telling him, "I'm going to check her phone.'"

'A SHIELD agent through and through.' Felix gave the tiniest of nods. Maria's hair and white blouse were a bit fluffy from the make-out session and blowjob. She tip-toed her way over to the dropped skirt and checked the pockets. Christine's phone was indeed found.

That meant it was up to Felix to distract the sexy journalist. Easy enough. For the past twenty seconds, Christine had been bouncing up and down on his cock, kissing and biting his lip. If this was Maria, someone at the peak of human condition, then maybe it would have gotten his attention.

Casually, Felix jerked her head back by her hair and then slammed his hips upwards, reaching her womb savagely. A loud, harrowing gasp slipped from Christine's prideful lips and instantly, Christine deflated, melting into his shoulder and trying to breathe through her nose. "Nnghhhhh~!"

Felix patted her on the back. "Don't worry," he said, "I'm going to rearrange your pussy so that only I can fuck it. You'll be fine."

Gasp after gasp followed, womanly and almost shriek-ish. Christine started cumming all over his cock after a few gentle strokes. He kept going, his thrusts not quite on the same level as that initial ice breaker. From every thick thrust from his cock, however, she was learning. 

"You look like a virgin," Felix taunted. Grabbing her ass cheeks, he pounded into her. Fucked her so hard that she didn't notice what was happening directly behind her. 

"Ah~! Oh~! I-I thought I had sex before but this is—! Nggggh~!" Cumming again, she wanted to say. She wanted to scream. She wanted to moan. 

Cowgirl sex was supposed to hand control to the woman. But then—

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Felix jackhammered into her. His cock rammed into her at speeds that athletes would envy. It was the kind of rutting and ass cheek clapping that only existed in porn. Christine, the poor journalist that tended to sleep with the likes of Anthony Stark, was destroyed. Her eyes rolled back and she dropped on his shoulder again.

Felix's fingers squeezed on her cheeks and just kept going. Just kept fucking. Just kept ramming into her hole and spreading her pussy walls so wide that Stark would never be able to fuck it. No one would be able to fuck it other than him.

Felix suddenly felt someone climb the bed. Seconds later, a hand brushed on his foot. It was Maria. She was done. Felix grinned and pulled Christine back by a bountiful of her hair.

The blonde was drooling, mouth open, humiliated. Her blue eyes were cloudy, her consciousness slipping in and out. "W-wait…" Christine managed to mutter. "Waaaaiiitt…." 

Felix smiled and picked her up, ass cheeks holding her weight. 

"You ready?" 

"Waaiiiit—!" 

Christine felt so small and powerless. She said that, but her cunt was saying otherwise. Felix was slightly impressed and gave her a minute to breathe. Lazily, breathless, she nodded after half that time. His fingers squeezed. Her cunt clamped down on him.

Felix began fucking her again. Christine didn't think she would ever feel pleasure of this scale ever again. It was ludicrous. Sitting or standing, Felix jackhammered into her with speed and endurance that no human had any right to. Christine reasoned to herself that he must be a porn star. That he was some kind of famous sex god in LA that Stark was good friends with.

She was bouncing in his arms. Trembling from the orgasms. Shaking from how little she could speak in the way of words.

All Christine Everhart of Vanity Fair could do was get fucked. 

Maria slipped behind Felix, taking off her blouse and pressing her bare tits against him. Both she and Christine were rather petite and tall for women, Maria being five-foot-ten with Christine capping out at five-foot-seven. He appreciated the hug and her whispering in his ear, "You're doing great." Then, "Keep fucking her. Don't let up even for a second."

"What about Stark?"

"Don't worry about him," Maria said. "Mr. Stark messaged Ms. Everhart and told her to supervise us. He's apparently busy with something."

"Supervise, huh?" Felix grinned, made-out with Maria, and continued to fuck Christine. She didn't know what hit her. Tears began streaming down her face. The stimulation was overwhelming. The cock was too big and deep. There was no space to relax. Christine couldn't remotely compare the experience to anything else. Dildos or other penises, they were like a precursor to this.

To this man that was hung as a horse and could fuck like a demon.

"Shoooo mucchhhh~!"

She was cumming so much. Too much, maybe. 

"I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk," Felix said. Up, down, up, down, Felix was fucking her himself. "I'm going to fuck you so that you have to stay here and remind Stark of what he's missing."

Her juices exploded from her tight cunt, staining Stark's bed. The sheets weren't going to be forgotten. The longer and harder he fucked her, the more saliva and pussy juices that leaked. Once, this was a bed used by Stark to fuck this bitches. Now, it was for Felix.

As Christine came for the twentieth time, as his cock throbbed inside her and showed her what she was missing, the astute journalist realized something.

"C-condom…!"

"Huh?"

Through the slobber and the moans and the rolled back eyes, Christine repeated, "Condom! Condom!" His cock was heating up, spreading her walls with its insane thrumming. 

Momentarily, Felix stopped and looked back at Maria.

"Don't worry," Maria said, making eye contact with the crying lady, "he'll be cumming all over us."

He was? Maria's small squish boobs pressed against his back and she placed her chin on his shoulder to give him a horny look.

'Apparently, I am.' 

"I…I can't cum again," Christine heaved out, her tears becoming stains on her cheeks. Her pussylips were tight against him. He certainly agreed that they couldn't get tighter unless there was superhuman stuff going on. She was breathless. She was defeated. "Haaa…haah…please…!"

Christine was begging him. Everything about her—her mind, her body, her cunt—was trembling. Felix smiled and pulled her back. Each inch caused her back to arch and her lips to moan out. Once her cunt was relieved of his cock, Christine felt…empty. 

"I-it can't…ha…" 

It can't end like this. Felix agreed.

And so, Christine went to try her hand with her mouth. Maria joined her.

Felix put a hand on his hips, smirking at the view. Two women, both on their knees. Two women with small tits and a certain type of ego. One with short brown hair and the other a long-haired blonde. One a former government agent and the other a news anchor and journalist. Both capable in their respective fields. 

Both submitting to his cock which was outstretched and stared at the girthy pipe like a divine gift from god. Dripping with pre-cum, Felix waited.

He waited and he received. The two of them exchanged looks and took off their blouses and shirts. Small bare breasts came into view. His cock throbbed.

Promptly, Maria went down to please his cock while Christine went for his balls. She spat all over the heavy pouch. The glossy wetness was then lapped up by her tongue, which dutifully went around to suckle it. Christine was unexpectedly dedicated.

Unfortunately, who could be more dedicated than Maria?

She didn't know what it was. The adrenaline perhaps, the desire to show him she could please him better than Christine, but the agent didn't gag at all. She slid his entire cock down her throat and held it there for a minute before she needed to breathe. 

As she pulled back, her hands jerked his shaft off. Her grip tight and fast, her skill akin to an artist, more and more pre-cum slipped up. Maria's juicy kiss sucked it all up. 

"Here's what I like to call a double-handed sloppy pornstar head," Maria said, planting a second kiss. "Enjoy."

Her tongue went in swirls, her head imitating the motion and lending a certain erotic credence to it. Felix actually groaned. 

That was when Christine pulled back and watched the master at work. The way she took the thick crown of his cock, the way she licked him, the way she jerked him off with two hands while never breaking eye contact. Christine was observing and learning as much as she was blinking in surprise.

At this point, she reasoned that both Felix and Maria were pornstars. This level of skill didn't make sense to her otherwise. Felix was fucking hung, coupled with balls that looked like they could impregnate every slutty journalist in her department. Not to mention Stark personally brought them here. There was no way they were normal people. No way. 

This was proof.

After a few minutes of Maria's wet mouth, Felix reached his limits. Balls churning, he pulled out and shot out what felt like a gallon of cum all over Maria's face and petite tits. Jerking himself, he aimed his cock toward Christine.

Christine didn't think twice about it. She groped her own boobs, smiling provocatively, and let him blast her cheeks, hair, and tits with his hot white cum. His precious seed was monstrously thick and carnal. It was like it was meant to breed.

Once he was done, Maria and Christine remained in their places, gazes fixed on the relaxing cock. Their B-cup and A-cup breasts were given attention worth ten men. The attention women with larger tits were given without trying. The appreciation in their eyes was genuine. Even Maria put aside her mission to breathe and stare at the loving mess. 

Felix pumped his cock a couple more times with one hand.

Christine's jaw dropped.

Maria smiled.

Christine's lips parted. "I-it's not…"

"Going soft?" Maria finished. She swiped a piece of cum on her shoulder and plopped it inside. "Sorry, but you're not with Stark. Felix never goes soft."

Christine wouldn't have believed it if she didn't see it for herself. Slowly, a smile spread across her. 

Seven hours later, Anthony Stark's bed was still being used.