Fire in my veins

Swiss Alps, January 1944, 03:17 AM.

Stark's laboratory, the smell of ozone from the Vita rays still in the air. Peggy Carter, the British captain, lay on the metal control table; her SOE uniform was completely torn, only pieces of cloth hanging from her wrists and ankles. Her body was now a living weapon:

• **185 cm** tall, broad shoulders, **97F** heavy, blood-filled breasts that rose and fell with every breath, their dark pink tips hardened like two diamonds.

• **58 cm** waist, a six-pack with deep lines, **104 cm** round, muscular buttocks that trembled with every movement.

• Her vagina was perfectly shaved, her large lips swollen and pink, her **1.5 cm** clitoris prominent and throbbing, wet and glistening with desire.

• Her ass hole was tight, pink, and slippery from Howard's cum.

Howard Stark kicked the door shut, threw his leather jacket aside. His cock was **20 centimeters** under his crooked pants, thick, veins prominent, the head wet and red from the cum.

"Peggy... you've become a sex monster."

Peggy smiled with half-open eyes, spread her legs, her cunt wide open and ready.

"Come on, Stark. I can't wait any longer. My head is burning me."

Howard pulled his pants down, his cock shot out. Peggy jumped forward in one motion, knelt down, her mouth around Howard's cock - all the way to the base of his throat. Her tongue circled the veins, sucked, her teeth gently dragged over the skin. Howard moaned, grabbed Peggy's hair, thrust her hips forward. Peggy choked, but she didn’t pull back – my head had given her infinite stamina. Her saliva spilled from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her breasts.

“Damn… your mouth is like a vacuum cleaner.”

Peggy pulled out her penis, strands of saliva trailed between her lips and the head of her penis.

“Now it’s your turn.”

In one motion, she threw Howard to the floor, sat on his face. Her cunt was pressed against Howard’s mouth, her clitoris inside his. Howard inserted his tongue, sucked, inserted his finger into the hole in Peggy’s back. Peggy moved her hips up and down, wetting Howard’s face.

“Put your tongue deeper… yeah, right here… oh my!”

Her first orgasm was like an explosion – her water gushed down Howard’s face, drowning him. Peggy shivered, but she didn’t stop.

She stood up, threw Howard onto the table. He grabbed his cock, rubbed the head against her vagina, then thrust it all the way in. The walls of her vagina locked around Howard’s cock like a clamp.

“Faster… damn, I’m a supersoldier, not a doll!”

Howard grabbed Peggy’s buttocks, thrust his finger into her back hole, pounding from below at the same time. Peggy screamed, her second orgasm coming – her pussy tightening, her juices pouring out onto Howard’s stomach.

But it wasn’t enough.

Peggy changed positions, getting on all fours on the floor, her hips up.

“From behind… both holes… at the same time.”

Howard thrust his cock into her vagina, his finger into her back hole. Then a second finger, a third… until all four fingers were inside Peggy’s back hole. Peggy screamed, pain and pleasure all at once.

“More… damn, tear me apart!”

Howard pulled his cock out, pressing the head against her back hole. Suddenly he went all the way in. Peggy screamed, her hole tightening around Howard's cock. Howard began to thrust, Peggy's buttocks red under his hands. Peggy reached down, rubbed herself, inserted a finger into her vagina – **two full holes**. Her third orgasm came at the same time as Howard's ejaculation – Howard exploded into her back hole, hot and full, his liquid spilling out of Peggy's hole and dripping onto her thighs.

But my head was still burning.

Peggy lifted Howard up, slammed him against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, Howard's cock thrust back into her vagina. The wall shook with the **** of the thrusts. Peggy's breasts swayed in Howard's face, he grabbed them, bit their nipples.

"Bite... harder!"

Howard sank his teeth into Peggy's nipples, a little blood came. Peggy screamed, her fourth orgasm coming – her cum spilling onto the floor.

Hours passed. The situations got wilder:

• **Peggy hanging from the ceiling pipes**, Howard entered her vagina from below, her breasts swaying, his cum spilling onto Howard’s face.

• **Howard on the floor**, Peggy sat on his face, her vagina on his mouth, her back hole on Howard’s cock – **two holes full**, successive orgasms.

• **Peggy on the table**, legs spread, Howard tongued her vagina, his fingers in her back hole, until Peggy passed out from the continuous orgasms – but my head kept her awake.

Finally, as dawn approached, Peggy’s body was still throbbing. Her vagina was wet from the constant contractions, her back hole full of Howard’s cum. She lay on the floor, legs spread, their cum pouring over her stomach and breasts.

Howard fell beside him, panting.

“You… you’re a sex machine, Carter.”

Peggy smiled, stuck a finger inside her vagina, drew out the liquid, and rubbed it on Howard’s lips.

“And you’re my fuel, Stark. Every night… until the war is over.”

In the Cold War that was to come, this savage lust would fuel their victories—Peggy’s intelligence, Howard’s genius, and a body that would never be satisfied.