Sex Stories: Mr. LarsBar's Nut Factory

Summary: Cloak and Dagger. Soulmates. That was what they were and that was what they would always be, even when they fucked. Some men thought they could get between them. They thought wrong. Very wrong. Tandy Bowen belonged to Tyrone Johnson in every way that mattered. 

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The story of Marvel Rivals started as from the greed of one man—or rather, two. Two variants of one greedy, intelligent, and powerful: Doctor Doom. The two Doctor Dooms caused a catastrophic event known as the Timestream Entanglement, in which multiple timelines were suddenly fused together.

Chaos erupted. History changed. Heroes and villains changed. A great new set of worlds who must participate in Doom's Timestream Engagement. 

The battles were not easy. 

Hela and Loki took over Asgard. Black Panther was able to expand Wakanda into an intergalactic empire. Spider-Man and Penni Parker and the other Spider-Warriors were trying to keep together the Web of Life. Doctor Strange and Scarlet Witch were keeping the universes intact via the Mirror Dimension and Chaos Magic. 

All were mighty. All were powerful.

As for Cloak and Dagger? Well…

The Timestream Entanglement struck while Cloak and Dagger were traversing the Darkforce Dimension—Cloak's power. The couple emerged to find New York under the control of Dracula and joined the heroic resistance fighting against the Empire of Eternal Night.

After much fighting and consideration, they decided to leave. Using Cloak's powers with some assistance from Doctor Strange, they teleported to a world outside the Timestream Entanglement. 

A world with no superpowers. A world where Cloak and Dagger did not exist and where they had to start from the bottom-up.

The sound of distant traffic seeped through the thin walls of the cheap motel room, blending with the low hum of a broken air conditioning unit. Tyrone Johnson sat bolt upright in bed, his breath coming in short, heavy gasps. Sweat slicked his brow, and his chest heaved as if he'd just run a marathon.

That dream. That damn dream.

He scrubbed a hand down his face, trying to shake the image from his mind. Tyrone grimaced, clenching his jaw. He didn't even want to think about it anymore.

"Man, what the hell…" he muttered to himself, running a hand through his dreads.

Normally, his dreams weren't so… mundane. Thanks to the nature of his powers—tied so deeply to the darkness and other dimensions—his nightmares were typically filled with visions of shadowy futures, collapsing worlds, and impossible horrors clawing at the edges of his mind. But this? This was different.

It wasn't cosmic. It wasn't apocalyptic. It was just personal.

The idea of Tyrone Johnson and Tandy Bowen becoming porn stars. What a ridiculous, stupid idea. The two of them were smarter and more sophisticated than that. They weren't some BBC-snowbunny wet dream. They were people. They were Cloak and Dagger. 

Plowing her on camera, getting her to go crazy on camera…

Okay, it was a little hot. But, uh, still not cool! 

Then again, he reasoned, maybe it was just a reflection of this weird new universe they'd found themselves in. Ever since crossing over, his powers had been more stable than ever, and that clarity must've bled into his subconscious too. Still, it didn't make him feel any better.

He sighed heavily and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet hitting the threadbare carpet. Hanging between his legs was something that some men would call monstrous. It wasn't something Tyrone thought about much—he was a quiet, no-nonsense kind of guy, and vanity wasn't his thing—but, objectively speaking, he was… 

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Well, let's just say his dream-self had been woefully accurate. He was hung like a damn horse. When he walked, his dark soft member slapped on his thigh. 

The kicker? Tyrone himself believed he was just slightly above average. He didn't have anyone to compare himself to so he thought himself to be average or, as the male ego might tell him, slightly above average. But hung like a horse? Nope.

As he walked toward the small, cracked sink in the corner of the room, his mind started to clear. Tandy wasn't going anywhere. She loved him and him vice-versa.

'The issue is making money. This world is…very peaceful. No superpower, no supervillains, nothing. Just people living.' 

And as if on cue, he felt a warm pair of arms wrap around him from behind, followed by the familiar press of her body against his back.

"Ty," came the soft, sleepy voice of his girlfriend, muffled slightly as she buried her face in his back. "You okay?"

He glanced over his shoulder and saw her, hair tousled and golden in the dim motel lighting, her blue eyes still half-closed. She was wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, which hung off her petite frame like a dress, revealing just the barest hint of her toned legs.

"Yeah," he said. "Just a weird dream. Nothing to worry about."

Tandy tightened her grip around him, resting her cheek against his back. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really," he admitted. "It was… stupid."

She tilted her head, a small smile playing at her lips. "Was it about me?"

"Maybe," he muttered, turning his gaze toward the sink as he splashed cold water on his face.

Tandy let out a soft laugh, stepping around to look at him side-ways. She hooked her arm around his, boobs pressing his muscles.

"Ty," Tandy said, warm and sincere. "You don't have to worry about anything, okay? I'm here. You're stuck with me."

He looked down at her, his dark eyes meeting hers. She always had a way of cutting through his defenses, her kindness shining like a light in the shadows he so often carried.

"I know," he said simply, placing his hands on her waist. "I just… sometimes I wonder about our future."

Tandy's smile grew and she reached up to cup his face in her hands. "Let's wonder together then." She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him, her lips soft and sweet against his. Tyrone didn't often let himself get swept up in moments like this, but with her, it was easy to forget the world, the darkness, the weight of everything they'd been through.

When they finally broke apart, Tandy's expression turned playful. "Was it one of those weird 'universe' dreams again?"

"Something like that," he said, his tone dry. "But I think I'm good now."

"Well, I'm glad," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Because I don't know what I'd do without my big, strong, broody boyfriend."

He rolled his eyes, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Come back to bed," she said, releasing his arm and walking back to the mattress. "I'll protect you from the big, scary dreams."

A single bed at a seedy motel. That was their current reality. Once, they were teenagers on a run and doing everything they could to run. Here, they had powers but were different. When she sat on the bed, she smiled oh so innocently. That look, that posture, those hands flat on the bed…

"O-oh." 

She reddened while the dark-skinned male smirked and crossed his arms.

Did anybody really think Cloak wasn't demolishing his soulmate with a huge cock? Every day and night, he was plowing those white girl cheeks. Not some random white dude, not Venom or Moon Knight—him. Cloak. Tyrone Johnson. 

When his white girlfriend sat and smiled like that, there was no way he wouldn't pop the biggest boner of his life.

*****

Following the hotel, they were on the move again. With no money or ID in this universe, they had to improvise. They had just have fun on the fly. And so, they decided to go to the beach nearby. 

The sun blazed down on the beach, casting warm, golden rays over the sand and sparkling blue waves. Tandy Bowen, better known as Dagger, was the picture of summer bliss. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and she wore a white bikini that seemed tailor-made to highlight her figure—a halter-top style that tied around her neck and back, paired with cheeky bottoms that showed off just enough to leave a lasting impression. The bikini's shimmering fabric caught the sunlight, making her look like an actual goddess. 

Tandy, of course, was completely oblivious to the attention she garnered as she strolled barefoot across the sand, her beach tote swinging at her side. She hummed a tune under her breath, a radiant smile on her face. 

She spotted an open area under an umbrella where two young men—both tan, fit, and, in their opinion, "charmingly rugged"—were lounging. Seeing them smile at her, Tandy smiled back, oblivious to the way they stiffened under her sunny demeanor. 

"Hey there!" one of the guys called out, sitting up straighter. He had shaggy brown hair and wore a pair of mirrored sunglasses that reflected the sparkle of the waves. "You look like you could use some shade."

"Oh, um, that's…" She smiled and put a hand on her hips. The truth was…yes. See, Cloak and Dagger arrived in this world with nothing. No money, no property, no home. They struggled to buy her a bikini. So they took what they could get in regards to finance and kindness.

"Want to join us?" 

Tandy blinked, then beamed. "Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude!"

"It's no issue, really. We, ah, were actually flaked out by our other friends. We welcome the extra person," said the blond of the two. 

"Aw. That's so sweet of you! Sure!" She followed, plopped down her tote, and sat gracefully on the towel they offered. "Do you mind telling me your names?"

"Todd!"

"Kyle!"

"Todd, Kyle, nice to meet you! I'm Tandy Bowen!"

With a rack like hers, names were irrelevant. That was what these beach boys thought.

The blond with the overconfident smirk, Kyle, sat quite close to her. "You'll burn in no time with skin like yours. Do you want some sunscreen? We've got plenty." 

Tandy laughed lightly, her tone genuinely grateful. "Oh my gosh, yes, thank you! I always forget to put some on. You guys are lifesavers!" 

Todd grinned, holding up the bottle. "We can help you out. I mean, it's hard to reach your back, right?" 

"True," Tandy said, already tugging at the tie behind her neck. The halter-top's bow came undone easily, leaving her holding it in place with one hand as she turned to face them. "That'd be so helpful! I can't reach at all back there."

Was there a nip slip? Yes. Yes, there was and they could only think, 'Pink.' 

The two guys shared a brief, triumphant glance. The blond shifted closer, cracking the bottle open. He squeezed sunscreen into his hand, ready to get started. 

And then a shadow fell over them. 

"Tandy," came a deep, calm voice, smooth as silk but carrying the unmistakable weight of authority. 

The two guys froze and looked up—straight into the piercing gaze of Tyrone Johnson. Cloak. 

Tyrone was wearing black swim trunks that rested low on his hips, revealing his lean, muscular frame. His dreads were tied back loosely, and his sharp cheekbones and neutral expression made him impossible to read. Jealousy or envy or confusion, none of it registered. 

Tandy turned to look at him, her smile brightening even further. "Ty! You made it!" 

Tyrone's dark eyes shifted from Tandy to the guy with the sunscreen in hand, then back to Tandy, unfazed by the fact that her bikini top was untied and barely holding on. 

"You do know your skin reacts badly to most sunscreens, right?" he asked. 

Tandy blinked, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of realization. "Oh no, you're right! I completely forgot." She turned back to the guys, her expression apologetic. "Thank you for offering, but I think Ty should handle it. He knows what works best for me." 

The brunet and the blond exchanged horrified glances, still trying to process the fact that this guy—this calm, devastatingly handsome black man with shoulders like a linebacker and dreads tied back like he was ready to star in a GQ spread—was her boyfriend. 

Tandy handed the sunscreen to Tyrone, who knelt behind her with ease. "Here," he said, his large hands expertly spreading the sunscreen across her delicate, pale shoulders. 

Flat on the towel, Tandy giggled at his touch. "That tickles!" she remarked.

Tyrone smirked faintly, continuing his work. His hands moved down her back, careful and efficient. See, most types of sunscreens interferes with her power to absorb light. Through testing, they learned a certain balances of sunscreen worked for her. Luckily, they were easy to find.

The two guys stared, their mouths slightly open, as their worst fears were confirmed. As Tyrone adjusted his position, the fabric of his swim trunks shifted just enough to hint at something they desperately wished they hadn't noticed. 

'No, no, no,' Kyle thought, his inner voice spiraling. 'That's gotta be—no, it can't be. We're imagining it. Right? Right?!' 

Todd, meanwhile, was stuck in an existential crisis. 'She's... with him? How does that even—? No. Don't think about it. Don't picture it. Oh god, I'm picturing it.' 

Tyrone, completely unaware of the silent meltdown happening behind him, finished applying the sunscreen to Tandy's back and retied her bikini top. Did they see her tits again? Yes and god damn were they hefty and big. D-cups and oval-shaped. Beautiful.

"All done."

But in the end, she covered herself and gave him a small smile, the kind that made a man's heart flutter. "You're the best!" She leaned up and kissed his cheek, completely oblivious to the soul-crushing effect it had on the two guys still sitting there in stunned silence. 

The sun beat down over the beach, and Tyrone Johnson sat coolly under the shade of the umbrella, his massive frame looking utterly relaxed. Across from him, Tandy Bowen was all smiles as she double-checked the strings of her bikini top, blissfully unaware of the two young men seated next to her who were frozen in stunned silence. 

The brunet, whose name was Todd, had a head full of shaggy hair and a tan he worked on religiously. Kyle, the blond with a "bro-y" vibe, wore a pair of white-framed sunglasses and exuded a misplaced sense of confidence. Both were athletic with nice abs. Both were solid nines on a white man scale. Both were fucking outclassed here.

"Thanks for letting us hang out here," she said, smiling brightly at Todd and Kyle. "It's so nice to meet new people!" 

Todd blinked, finally finding his voice. "Y-Yeah, no problem. Totally. The more, the merrier." He gave a nervous laugh, trying not to glance at Tyrone, who was sitting so calmly it was unnerving. 

Kyle nodded quickly. "Yeah. Chill vibes all around. Totally cool." 

Tandy smiled sweetly, clearly buying their attempt at nonchalance. Tyrone, however, just raised a single eyebrow at the two men, then returned to staring out at the waves, completely unbothered. 

As the group fell into an uneasy quiet, Tandy's stomach betrayed her with a loud growl. She gasped, placing a hand on her flat belly. "Oh no," she said with a sheepish laugh. "I guess I forgot to eat breakfast." 

Kyle's eyes lit up at the opportunity. "You hungry? We could grab lunch. Our treat." 

Tandy's face lit up. "Really? That's so sweet of you! Thank you!" She looked over at Tyrone. "Ty, isn't that sweet of them?" 

Tyrone glanced at the two men, his expression unreadable. "Yeah. Real sweet," he said flatly. 

Todd and Kyle gave awkward laughs as they all packed up and headed to the nearby beachside café. 

******

The café was small but cozy, with colorful umbrellas shading the outdoor tables. Tandy sat across from Tyrone, happily chatting about how nice the day was and how much she loved the beach. Todd and Kyle sat on either side of her, trying desperately to get a word in edgewise. 

Tyrone was definitely her boyfriend and the type of boyfriend that listened well.

"So, uh, Tandy," Todd started. "You, uh, come to this beach often?" 

She tilted her head, thinking for a moment. "Oh, not really. Ty and I are new to the area, so we're still exploring." 

"Oh, cool, cool," Todd said, nodding like that was groundbreaking information. 

Kyle jumped in, trying to steer the conversation his way. "You know, if you need someone to show you around, we could totally help. There are some great spots around here." 

Tandy smiled warmly. "Aw, that's so kind of you! But Ty and I have been figuring it out pretty well so far. Right, Ty?" 

"Yeah," Tyrone said simply, sipping his water. 

The waitress arrived, bringing a mountain of food that Tandy had enthusiastically ordered. She clapped her hands together when the plates arrived. "This looks amazing!" 

As they dug in, Tandy took a bite of her burger, then cut a piece of it and held it up to Tyrone. "Here, Ty, you have to try this!" 

Tyrone didn't protest. He leaned forward, letting her feed him, completely unfazed by the way Todd and Kyle stared in disbelief. 

Tandy turned back to the two men. "Aren't you guys eating? The fries are so good!" 

Todd and Kyle scrambled to eat, their attempts to impress her growing more desperate with each bite. But Tandy's focus remained on Tyrone, laughing at his rare jokes and feeding him more food from her plate. 

When the bill came, Kyle snatched it up before Todd could, insisting, "We've got this." 

Tandy beamed at them. "You guys are so sweet! Thank you so much!" 

Tyrone just let them pay without a word. Really, he couldn't pay even if he wanted to. He had what? A couple hundred dollar bills that he found? They had to save up for emergencies. 

When they got up and walked back to the beach, Tandy suddenly stopped, her eyes widening. "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, pointing. 

The group turned to see what had caught her attention: a rickety, old haunted house attraction set up near the boardwalk. It was out of place among the cheerful beach scenery, with peeling paint and creaky wooden signs. 

Kyle and Todd exchanged a look. They could see the way Tandy's eyes sparkled with excitement. 

"You wanna go check it out?" Todd asked hesitantly. 

"Could we?" Tandy asked, turning to Tyrone. 

Tyrone shrugged. "If that's what you want." 

"Yay!" she said, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him toward the haunted house. Todd and Kyle followed, though their enthusiasm was considerably less. 

"Oh, a ticket! How much are they?"

"We got this." Once again, it was Todd and Kyle and not Tyrone that covered the fee. Hilarious. They were allowed inside after another beat.

Inside, the haunted house was dark and full of cheesy animatronics that popped out with loud screeches. Tandy squealed and clung to Tyrone, wrapping her arms around his waist as they walked through the dark corridors. 

Todd and Kyle trailed behind, their jealousy growing with each step. 

They rounded corner after corner until...

"Woah!"

A skeleton on a string jerked forward, startling Todd so badly that he stumbled backward. His swim trunks caught on a protruding nail, and in an instant, they were yanked down to his ankles. 

The group froze. 

Tandy turned around, her eyes falling on Todd's exposed lower half. The darkness did little to hide the unfortunate reality: a small cock that could best be described as an acorn.

So small that Tyrone had to stop himself from scoffing. Like really? That was it? That was the type of equipment he was hitting on his girlfriend with?

'Where did he get the confidence?'

There was a moment of deafening silence. 

Tandy, ever the kind-hearted soul, gave him a sympathetic smile. "Are you okay?" she asked, her tone soft, like she was comforting a child who'd scraped his knee. 

Todd hurriedly yanked his swim trunks back up, his face burning with humiliation. "Y-Yeah! I'm fine!" 

Tandy nodded, her smile never wavering. "That's good! Don't worry, accidents happen." 

Kyle, meanwhile, looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die from secondhand embarrassment. 

Tyrone didn't say a word, but the corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly. 

After escaping the haunted house, Tandy sighed contentedly. "That was so much fun!" She looked up at Tyrone, her eyes sparkling. "Can we take a walk on the beach?" 

"Sure," Tyrone said. 

She grabbed his hand, her fingers lacing with his as they strolled along the shoreline. The two of them walked side by side, their steps perfectly in sync, as Todd and Kyle followed awkwardly a few paces behind. 

Tyrone's calm demeanor remained unshaken, even as Todd and Kyle's eyes darted to Tandy's perfectly toned legs and the way her bikini bottoms hugged her ass. Like...fuuuck. That ass was masturbation worthy. So thicc and further highlighted by the natural arch of her back. Simply standing still or walking made her look like a supermodel.

White pale asscheeks like a peach. Heart-shaped and pretty. To call an ass pretty was rare. Tandy's ass somehow accomplished that.

That vision was ruined when a big, black hand groped it.

Indeed, Tyrone didn't care. He knew who she belonged to. And as Tandy giggled and let him squeeze her left ass cheek, he couldn't help but smirk at the two hapless guys trailing behind them, their hopes and egos crushed like seashells underfoot. 

This wasn't their world. It was his. 

The salty breeze of the beach began to wane as the sun dipped lower into the horizon. Tandy and Tyrone, now holding hands (and not publicly groping) as they wandered back toward the boardwalk, exchanged glances that said they were thinking the same thing: it was time to go. 

"It's been such a lovely day!" Tandy gushed, her golden hair glowing in the amber sunlight. "I don't think I've ever met such nice people, right, Ty?" 

Tyrone gave a nonchalant nod, though his expression clearly said, Sure, let's call it that. 

Behind them, Todd and Kyle—brimming with nervous energy—were not ready to let the duo leave. They exchanged panicked looks, desperately trying to formulate a plan. 

Todd cleared his throat, his voice coming out a little squeaky. "Hey, uh, before you guys head out… You don't have a place to stay, right? You said you're new in town." 

Tandy turned, looking pleasantly surprised. "Oh, well, no. Not really. But we're okay!" 

Kyle jumped in. "We've got a hotel room with three beds! You could crash with us, no problem. No pressure!" 

Tandy's eyes widened, her ever-generous heart melting at the offer. "Ty, isn't that so sweet of them?" 

Tyrone said nothing until a shrug. "Fine. We'll stay."

******

The hotel room was a modest affair—two queen-sized beds and one uncomfortable-looking pull-out couch crammed into a single room with beige walls and a lingering scent of disinfectant. Todd and Kyle had done their best to tidy up before inviting Tandy and Tyrone, but the clutter of empty soda cans and crumpled snack bags betrayed their efforts. 

"This is so nice of you guys!" Tandy said as she stepped inside, her bare feet sinking into the cheap carpet. "Right, Ty?" 

"Yeah. Nice," Tyrone muttered, his tone as flat as the couch cushion. 

Kyle chuckled nervously, trying to exude charm. "You know, we're all about hospitality. Make yourselves comfortable!" 

Tandy turned to Tyrone. "We should probably freshen up before bed, don't you think?" 

Tyrone shrugged. "Yeah." 

"We can take turns in the shower," Todd offered quickly. "Ladies first, of course." 

Tandy laughed lightly, waving her hand. "Oh, no need! Ty and I always shower together anyway. Saves time!" 

Todd and Kyle froze. 

"Together?" Kyle echoed, his voice cracking slightly. 

"Yeah," Tyrone said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Saves time."

An echo of what his girlfriend said yet the conation was marginally different. Worse. Heart-wrenching.

The two men stared as Tandy grabbed Tyrone's hand, pulling him toward the bathroom with a casual cheeriness that only made the situation worse. 

"Be right back!" she called over her shoulder, oblivious to the crestfallen looks on Todd and Kyle's faces. 

The bathroom door clicked shut, and Todd turned to Kyle, his face pale. "This… this ruins everything, man." 

Kyle slumped onto the pull-out couch, groaning. "They're… together together. What do we even do now?" 

Todd's eyes darted toward the closed bathroom door. "We wait. Something will happen. It's not over." 

It was over. They heard giggles. They heard laughter. They heard them stripping. Fuck, fuck! This annoyed them to no end! Tyrone couldn't just fuck the woman they wanted to fuck! It was unfair. Totally fucking unfair! So with solemn, determined eyes, they nodded at each other and marched to the door.

Creeeak! 

Cheap hotels came with one big advantage. Locks were nonexistent. Peeping was simple. The view was right there.

What they saw caused their cocks to rise and their hearts to shatter. See, Tandy was what they expected on the beach. Big D-cups and a nice ass. The type of buns you just wanted to grope endlessly. The type you wanted to sandwich your cock between.

Not possible.

Not with Cloak always there. Not with his hands groping her pale ass. Not when the dude was flaccid and fucking huge. Like…a "two-handed grip wouldn't be able to cover the length" huge.

Shower on, they furiously made out with Tyrone groping her ass and Tandy jerking off his flaccid cock. When the kiss ended and she looked down at what she was stroking, Tandy gaped, smiled, and then looked up at her boyfriend.

His cock throbbed and gained inches. From nine inches flaccid to ten inches. Eleven inches...

"Tyrone," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "You're so big." Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and there was that look again—those fuck me eyes that always seemed to set him on fire. She bit her lip, pretending to be shocked, even though she knew exactly what she was doing.

His chuckle was low. "You say that every time, Tandy."

"Because it's true," she insisted, her fingers starting to move in slow, deliberate strokes. She could feel him hardening in her hand, growing thicker, longer, impossibly so. She shifted her stance, her knees pressing against the cool tile floor as she sank down in front of him. The water soaked her hair, plastering it to her face, but she didn't care. All she cared about right now was him.

Her other hand joined the first, both palms wrapping around his shaft, her fingertips barely meeting. It took both hands just to hold him properly, and even then, she couldn't fully contain him.

Instinctively, the men thought, "I wish a girl looked at my cock like that."

Todd shifted uncomfortably, pants wet with a dot of pre-cum, his throat dry as he watched Tandy's hands move over Tyrone's cock like she was sculpting a masterpiece. "Jesus Christ," Kyle muttered under his breath, his own arousal palpable despite the guilt creeping in. "Look at that fucking thing. It's unreal."

Back in the shower, Tandy was down on her knees, her lips brushing against the tip of Tyrone's cock. She kissed him there, soft and lingering, before letting her tongue dart out to taste him. His hips jerked involuntarily, and she smiled against him, loving the way she could make him lose control with just a touch.

"You gonna take it all?" Tyrone asked. He wasn't arrogant, he just up and said it.

She looked up at him through her lashes, water droplets clinging to her cheeks like tears. "I'll do my best" she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. She opened her mouth wider and took him inch by inch.

More inches than what Todd and Kyle could offer with their tiny three inch erections. Yes, this white chick could deepthroat six and a half inches like it was nothing. Her hands continued their work, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, her rhythm slow and teasing.

Tyrone's hands tangled in her wet hair, not guiding her but simply holding on as if he needed something to ground him. "You're damn good at this, aren't you?"

She hummed in response, the vibration making his cock twitch in her mouth. She pulled back slightly, just enough to swirl her tongue around the sensitive head before diving back down, deeper this time. Deeper, deeper, deeper, until...

"Mmmpph!"

All thirteen inches were swallowed. Her nose pressed at the base of him, and she held herself there for a moment, her throat relaxing around him. When she pulled back again, Kyle and Todd came in their pants. The hot sight was...fuuck.

So much black cock extracted itself from her throat.

So much cock that she happily swallowed and then kissed.

Her lips were slick, her breaths coming in short pants. This hot white woman was taken.

"Mmm~!" With a smile, she kissed the tip of his dick a second time. "Mwah!"

This was why that snowbunny wasn't giving the boys the time of day. Her boyfriend's tip alone was filling her mouth more than their shrimp dicks ever could.

His cock hadn't climaxed, and so, he looked angrier and bigger than ever. When Tandy rose, she used his big black cock as leverage. Without knowing, her ass jutted toward the peepers. Her dripping pussy, her long blonde hair, and the slit of her cunt. Dagger's beauty was witnessed by men other than her boyfriend.

Cloak was still the only man among them to touch her. 

She smirked, biting her lower lip as she glanced down at him. Her hand brushed against his cock, which throbbed in response, already hard again. She wrapped her fingers around it, squeezing gently, and he let out a low groan. "I think I need to feel all of you," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck.

Before he could respond, she turned around and placed her palms on the wall, pressing her ass against him. The heat of her cunt against the crown of his cock made his breath hitch and his hands instinctively gripped her hips. "Such a slut, aren't you? First with that bikini, now this."

"Mmm, a slut? That's not very nice, Ty," she purred, looking over her shoulder at him with those fuck-me eyes that always drove him wild. She reached behind her, guiding that big-ass dick to her sopping entrance, teasing herself with the tip of his cock. "If I am a slut, then don't go too easy on me. Bad sluts deserve to be punished."

What a kinky bitch!

Kind on the outside and horny in bed! Just as everyone suspected she would be! Somehow, she exuded that type of energy.

He growled softly, his grip tightening on her hips as he slowly pushed into her. She let out a gasp, her head tilting back as she felt him stretch her, inch by glorious inch. "Fuck," she breathed, trembling and smiling. "You're so… huge. Nnggghh~!"

More inches. More cock.

"Gossshhh~! S-so gooood~!"

More cock than Todd and Kyle combined. The two men at the door did nothing but watch the BBC stretch that pretty cunt to the point that they would never be able to fuck it.

Tyrone didn't stop until he was fully inside her, his balls pressed tight against her ass. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to him, his breath hot against her shoulder. "You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the urgency coursing through him.

"More than okay," she managed to say, rolling her hips slightly to encourage him. "Now move, baby."

He obliged, pulling back almost all the way before thrusting into her again, harder this time. This second thrust, this second attempt...

"Cumming~!"

Led to an orgasm. What would take Kyle and Todd minutes or hours took Tyrone seconds.

"CUMMING! CUMMING~! CUUUMIIIING~!"

What ensued was total fuckery. Total annihilation of the white woman's hole. No way around it. No other way to describe it. Tyrone was destroying his girl and owning her. 

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

Tandy's pale ass jiggled with every thrust, the sight driving the peeping men even wilder. They wanted to do something and couldn't. That cock of his was so fucking big that it found her clit and fucked it too. "OH GOODDD!" she cried out, smiling.

Slobber started to fall.

Her eyes rolled back.

"CUUUMIIIING~! TYRONE, YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM SHOOO MUUUCHH~!"

She was a mess. A complete deconstruction of a kind, dignified white woman. This black man was fucking her like in a porno. This was no porno. Look at that smile. Look at her big tits jiggling. Look at the cum juice secreting from her.

This was all love. This was all just sex between a boy and a girl: between Cloak and Dagger. Superhero sex that mortals couldn't possibly fathom.

No man other than Cloak could fuck the jiggly ass of Dagger. No man other than Cloak could smile how she arched when getting dicked down.

"Want me to fuck harder?"

H-harder? He wasn't even trying yet?

Thrust, thrust, thrust! Slam! Black pelvis slammed into the white woman booty.

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

Ass cheeks jiggled. Big black balls slapped against 'em. Fuck, they couldn't believe how big his balls were too. Everything about this Tyrone was ludicrous. He was punching up her womb in their own fucking hotel and they could do nothing. Nothing at all.

They should have realized Cloak and Dagger were soulmates were a reason.

"Shooo deeeppp....!" Her voice was becoming full of saliva, almost muffled by it. "Tyyyy! Tyyyy! You're SO deeeeep~! Your cock is shooo biiiig~! Haaahh~! Ngghhh~! The biggest! The biggest! THE BIGGEST COCK EEEVVVER~!"

It wasn't about white men or black men. It was simply about satisfying Tandy. This slut....she wasn't just staying there. She was slamming back. She wanted to get fucked.

Tyrone fucked faster and harder. Primal moans grew louder and louder. Every man in the room, especially Tyrone, could taste her greed. Her lust. Her want. There was nothing sluttier in this world than this white chick wanting to get fucked by a big cock. Her boyfriend's cock. Her one and true soulmate.

"You feel so fucking good," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her. "So fucking tight."

"Yes!" she gasped, her legs beginning to tremble. "Right there, baby, right there!" Her orgasm hit her suddenly, her cunt clamping down on him. Tyrone bit his bottom lip.

He was almost there. Almost...

The same way Todd and Kyle were also about to spasm in their pants.

"Cumming!"

"CUMMIIING~! CUUMIING SHHOOO HARRRDDD~!"

Tandy orgasmed a beat first. Tyrone's own release followed close behind as he spilled himself inside her, his thrusts slowing to a stop. Balls squished to her booty, balls clenching and unclenching as he shot rope after rope in her pussy. Todd and Kyle's second cumming-in-pants climaxes occurred two seconds after Tyrone began.

But it was Tyrone who ended up lasting. It was Tyrone who came more than all three men did combined. It was Tyrone whose balls emptied themselves in the blonde girl of their dreams.

So much baby batter that it took more than a minute for it to wash away. So much thick creamy essence that the spectators were more than certain she was pregnant. She was keeping those black babies and there wasn't a damn thing thing they could do about it.

They stayed like that for a moment, both of them catching their breath, their bodies still connected. Finally, Tandy peered over her shoulder with a sly smile. "Mm, you're still hard, Ty?"

'Fucking—are you kidding me!?' was the thought of every white man in the area who heard and watched. Being able to stay hard after cumming was a porn thing, not something feasible in reality. Post-nut clarity was a thing for a reason!

"Think you can keep up with me now?" Tyrone teased. He leaned forward, lips to her ear, fingers trailing down her big boobs.

Tandy pulled him into another kiss. "I think I did more than keep up," she replied, her hands sliding down to his balls. "

"If you want round three…" Tyrone said, "you have to promise a round ten. We're going all night, Ms. Tandy Bowen."

Her laugh was soft, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Round ten? You're ambitious, mister." She stroked his balls without breaking eye contact, without his cock leaving her. Her pussy went drip, drip, drip with his thick creamy cum. "Let's do it." 

Schliiiiick!

Oh lord.

All thirteen inches of cock withdrew from her cunt, earning gasps and grins from the white girl, and then—

CLAP!

It was back to fucking.

"He's in the double-digits of cock size, man."

"Fuuuck..."

Todd and Kyle realized that they didn't have the balls to keep watching, literally and figuratively. They were drained empty. They would have to wait for their cocks to revive. But Tyrone?

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

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!

"TYROOONNNE~! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM AGAAIIIIIN~!"

Frankly, they understood at this point that it had nothing to do with him being black and her being a snowbunny. Cloak and Dagger, they belonged. In costume, out of costume, in the day, in the night, or in the shower. When they connected, when they fucked, they were beautiful together.

They were one. 

…

…

…

"YES! YES! JUST LIKE THAT! JUST LIKE THAAAAT~!"

A leg hooked over his shoulder. Tyrone holding her by her ass cheeks while she threw her head back and moaned like a whore. Because really, what else could this woman be but a whore?

Todd and Kyle knew the truth. This was a kind, normal woman that simply had an amazing boyfriend and an appetite to fuck.

"I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BIG COOOCCKK~!"

Indeed, the neighbours believed this was a whore. They had never heard sex of this scale and merely could not believe a couple be this in-tune. This in-love and great. Todd and Kyle would not have believed it either.

"Wow, she is getting used good," Kyle remarked. At this point, his pants were dropped, he was hunched over and jerking off to the half-open door. So far, the couple had not noticed. No, perhaps they did and just didn't care.

"Funny how you never hear them say deeper with BBC..." Todd muttered. Schlap, schlap, schlap! "Mmmm, I bet he's all up in her guts, nothing like a little cervix massage."

"Fuck, we sound so pathetic."

Excuses, excuses. They knew it too. BBC? This was just Tyrone Johnson and Tandy Bowen mating. Nothing more, nothing—

"Haahhh...ngghhhh~! W-waiitt~! Waaiiiiit~! Juust....need....a second..."

Well, saying less would be inaccurate. Tyrone gave her a second to breath, then smiled and went back to plowing her pussy. Tandy's eyes rolled back and she smiled.