Saving the World with Cum

The air inside the hangar was thick with tension. A sea of battle-worn men stood shoulder to shoulder, their faces cast in the harsh glow of overhead lights. Some of the men were the greatest fighters and warriors the many worlds had to offer. Others were simple 'grunts' of the various assembled military, such as the Rangers or the Wonderful Ones. Each had their place on the base and anyone was welcome here... except Daredevil. As soon as Drake had found out he was blind there were several mind altering light beams implemented that made everyone irrationally hate the man. And so all stood together with hands behind their back, awaiting their orders, trying to avoid the fact their fellow brothers-in-arms around them were all pantsless.

Dongs of all sizes were out on full display. The request from the commander had been absolute, a full wide emergency alert for any able-bodied man to enter the hangar without anything on below the belt and stand at the ready for further instructions. They weren't waiting long, but every second of uncomfortable awkwardness did make some of the men rather fidgety. Restless. Perhaps even a little annoyed that the request from a pretty girl to go somewhere without underwear had so many dudes around them.

A hush fell over the crowd as a figure emerged from the back of the hangar. Steady footsteps echoed against the metal floor, each step carrying the weight of command. The soldiers straightened instinctively.

Elastigirl, Invisible Woman, and Maxima.

Leadership took many forms. They weren’t the tallest or the most physically imposing compared to some of the beasts on the base, but none of that mattered. When they spoke, the men listened. When they gave the order, they followed. Picking up the pieces of a multiversal collapse was far from easy, yet these three stood together proudly. Bouncing bosoms on full display as they strut in on high heels.

"Evening, men," said Helen, taking a stand at the podium the men had all been looking at for the last few minutes. "Thank you all for answering the call so quickly. I won't sugar coat it, Ultron is back."

That shrunk any erections that had formed.

Murmurs and whispers overtook the crowd, some panic fuelled, others angry. Considering the damage the last Ultron Wave had done, it was all valid. So many men had been lost. Darkseid was far from an ally, but to see New Apokalips wiped from the face of the mismatched planet was frightening. Parademons corrupted by techno organic strains of Ultron's code to fight their master... it had taken literally everything that Cyborg and Vision had to finally rid them of that robot forever.

Or so they thought.

Maxima crossed her arms under her bust, "We have intel that Ultron has been growing his forces in secret, and he's nearly ready to attack. Our base being his primary target."

"But we have a plan!" Sue quickly added, trying to dispel the fear that was growing. "We haven't lost yet! On the off chance he ever returned, we had our technicians working on a way to counteract his techno virus with a vaccine! Not only that, we should be able to strike back in a big way!"

That did seem to reassure many of the men. A growing sentiment of 'bring it on!' starting between some of the more rough and tumble types. Though a lot were mostly just confused why they were told to be pantsless for Ultron of all villains.

Then a row of women walked out in front of them to really confuse matters.

Twelve super heroines quickly began lining themselves up in front of the podium. All of them had taken the new dress code to heart, wearing practically stripper versions of their costumes they usually wore around the base.

They formed two rows, eight stood in the back row, with four in the front.

In the back row we had Power Girl and her huge pastie covered rack that poked through her boob window. She-Hulk and her ripped leotard that looked like just rags on the green giantess. Atom Eve, who had kept things easy for the men and just cut out holes for her nipples and crotch for them to stare at. Starfire in all her flaming hair glory, who looked almost like an opposite of Eve as she only wore tiny purple coverings over her nipples and pussy. Storm in a vibrant yellow bikini that shone against her luscious brown skin. She-Ra, a new recruit from out of the base and perhaps looking the most embarrassed to be there in only a white lingerie set that she'd bought for her girlfriend. Mirko, the bunny themed superheroine had decided to just wear a playboy bunny outfit that had slipped off her tits so many times she'd left it there. And Tracer, wearing her iconic LGBT rainbow bikini that she loved to show off.

The back row seemed incredibly strong. So many of the heaviest physical hitters or fastest fighters, some outclassing many of the men in strength. Which made the four in the front stand out a lot.

Not that the four were weak, far from it. They were the four strongest magic users on the base. Zatanna and her outfit that mostly just looked too small for the buxom woman. Gwen Tennyson, a ginger woman who looked far too old to be wearing a sexy school girl outfit, which made her only hotter. Scarlet Witch, wearing only a body paint version of her old costume. And another MILF aged woman that seemed rather different than the rest, looking more like she was about to offer some milk and cookies than fight. Some men had met her, but Orihime Inoue often kept to herself or her husband on the base.

"Your efforts to empower women have not been ignored," said Helen, stretching her arms out above the rows to gesture to them all in turn, "Thanks to you all, these women are in top fighting condition for the fight of our lives. Our top eight fighters that can take on the Ultron Wave are ready to go, and it's thanks to all of you."

Susan appeared beside the front row, "These four will be sent to strike at the heart of Ultron. This strike team has the tools to take him out; Wanda with the perfect hex, mixed with two of the most powerful magic users, and the ability to reject reality itself. We plan to not only take down Ultron, but do so permanently."

"But we cannot afford to under prepare for Ultron! We've decided we need more!" said Maxima, giving a more stern tone than the other two, "More semen means more strength! You are all here today to empty whatever jism you can muster into the mouths of these four women!" They punctuated her point by falling to their knees, arms behind their backs and mouths agape and waiting, "Together, with your seed lining their stomachs, these four together should be enough to stop Ultron and rip him from Battleworld forever!"

A roar of approval was let out across the hanger. They stood together as one. Ultron didn't have a chance.

"Any you can spare for the defence team is also welcome!" Said Sue as several men began to walk forwards, cocks in hand, "Generate as much cum as you can for our troops and we'll all make it out together!"

Leaky precum stained dickslits quickly began to surround the front row. Tall men, burly men, powerful men, all of them beginning to jerk themselves off for four awaiting mouths. There were literally hundreds of men in the hangar so the four had a lot of cum to be drinking before they were ready to fight Ultron.

The three matriarchs looked on with pride. How could you not get teary-eyed at the sense of community as so many men prepared to bukkake the hell out of some magic women?

"Can we get some porn on or something?" Asked one of the Green Power Rangers from the back, "It's hard to see the girls back here!"

The sentiment seemed to be shared among the rest of the men. A lot of them had already begun staring at their favourite flyer, but

Maxima rolled her eyes, "Men." She sighed, only to have her shoulders shaken lightly by her fellow leaders.

"Come on, Maxima! We can do our part too!" cheered Helen, suddenly stretching herself up towards the sky. Her leg became a long thin pillar, while the rest of her body grabbed onto it to begin twirling around like an elegant ballerina, "What do you think, boys? Bob just loves it when I pole dance on myself!"

"I do! Looking great, honey!"

"Yeah! Go Mom! Work that pole, you hot slut!"

"Dash! No objectifying your mother!"

Helen resisted the urge to yell 'No fighting' at the pair, and instead focused on her routine. With how malleable she could make herself, forming a simple pole out of her body was child's play. The red colour of her stretched suit made it look even less like a part of herself, so everyone could just sit back and admire the great Helen Parr spinning around it, diving her head back, tightening her grip on the long shaft. So many men were looking up and fapping away at her lewd display and she couldn't help but languish the attention.

But she wasn't to be outdone by the others, as She-Hulk pumped her fist up, "Come on, girls! Let's get in there!"

The hangar quickly devolved into salty chaos.

Cum began flying left, right, and center onto the four main targets. Some men were wise enough to shove their cocks into mouths before unleashing loads--Zatanna noticed a few pulsing pricks like that of Thor and Erasurehead that filled her so good--others just let the seed surge--Gwen caught a full facefull of both King and her cousin's ball juice that she moaned about having to lick up.

As the front became crowded as men took turns to fap to magicians, more in the back were following the flow of the crowd to jerk off to the other women around.

She-Hulk and Mirko had become a second crowd spot together. The former muscled woman was trying to lift men back to the magic users before she became too horny and let men smash her green face with their pricks, while the latter just never got her head around teamwork. Mirko just wanted cum, and was willing to jerk off men as much as she could to get it.

Power Girl and Atom Eve were floating above the men, sixty-nineing. Their leaky juices raining down on the cheering crowd, only letting other flyers add to their fun by cumming on their faces as they licked each other.

Storm had seen the chance to coach She-Ra in the ways of heterosexuality. They were only letting two men into their circle at a time, with the mentor explaining to the learner the best ways to suck cock to maximise the jism they received from inside a man's ballsack. She-Ra may have gagged a lot, but she always had the courage to keep using her powerful tongue to pleasure the brave cum makers around her.

Helen was still dancing on the podium at the front, but she wasn't the only one. Starfire was doing 'the twerking' next to her, showing off a tamaranean's fabulous behind while the music blared. There were some non-powered women who were doing their part to help, like playing music, or licking up semen from the floor so no one would fall over.

Though this still meant a lot of men were struggling to get to places to cum in time.

"RgH! E-excuse m-me!" Puffed Seaman, trying to fight his way past the huge back of Strong Guy and Brock Samson, "L-let me through! I'm about to unleash my Seaman! I-I mean semen!" He tried to argue, but it fell on deaf ears. Both burly boys barely bothered budging before beating buff beef bounteously.

Seaman looked around desperately, but all the women he could see were already taken or busy. He could feel his orgasm approaching, yet had no way to hold it in. Fearing he'd have to go find a poor cleaner to lick up his jizz from the floor... he didn't expect a hand to suddenly grip his whimpering cockhead.

"That won't do, you can't cum here!" Said Sue Storm, appearing out of thin air to grasp the end of his prick tightly, "Oh, Tracer! We have another one!"

In a flash of blue light, Seaman suddenly found himself in another part of the hanger. Not looking down at the blonde wife, but instead the brunette runner. "Here ya go, luv!" beamed Tracer, patting his butt, "Nut all you like!"

Before he could register what was happening, he felt a warm wet mouth latch onto his prick. "HRGCK!"

Jism surged from Seaman's prick. It may not have been as much as some of the other men's huge loads, but Orihime's mouth gulped it down just as much as anyone else's. The sudden relief made him push further, letting more ropes of his seed fill the house wife's stomach before Semen was drained of seaman.

"Good on ya! Doesn't doin ya part feel great?!" clapped Tracer.

John Stewart grabbed Orihime's head and dragged her away from the fishy man. Not rudely, but to unleash his own beast into her mouth. He even encouraged the blonde, "Yeah man, you're doing a way better job than that asshole Daredevil ever could!" The Lantern chuckled, earning several accompanying jeers and cheers of agreement from the surrounding dudes.

Seaman didn't listen. He just crumpled downards to the floor, only to find himself once more teleported by Tracer to another part of the hangar.

Many other defeated men were starting to pile up, all looking drained of energy for now. Water was being passed around by a few of the non-powered women. Seaman wondered if he'd get another chance, though he wasn't expecting to find the lesbian woman's mouth cleaning the last of his cum between his legs. "Mm! All clean!!" She said before leaving once more.

Seaman just sat back, admiring the community. He'd probably try and generate another load before he left, but he knew that would be pushing it for him. So many half naked men surrounding the girls... he was not expecting his vision to be taken up by the biggest cock on the base.

"Hey, you. Know where Maxima's at?"

"Uhh..."

"Drake! You're late!" Barked the golden leader, angrily stomping towards them. "What the hell took you?!"

"Sorry! Juliet was wearing only overalls and it was so hot that I had to let a couple loads off in her." He chuckled, stunning Seaman completely. His dick was bigger and harder than practically every other man on the base, yet this was after a couple rounds with Juliet Starling?!

Maxima wasn't having it, grabbing him by the dick and walking him like a scolded child, "I don't care! All hands on deck means I need my best cum maker on sight, now!" She barked, marching him through several groups of men before getting him to the row of magic users, "I don't want any showboating, Drake! I expect you to nut in each of these women's mouths like your life depends on it!"

Gwen was already licking her lips on his approach, reaching her hand up to greet the thick prick... only to find Maxima in the way of her fun. The leader of the base had fallen to her knees for the first time in her entire life, stroking Drake's massive prick with her hands right next to the magician.

"Uhh, ma'am?"

Maxima dove deep, making it clear that she wasn't about to suck the cum but instead just let his balls rest on her face. Aiming his budding cockhead at Gwen while she spoke in a muffled voice, "Be ready to recieve, soldier."

With a slightly annoyed sigh, Gwen just knelt at the ready, "R-right..."

It took a good hour of hand work from the leader of the base, but she soon had him cumming in each mage's mouth one after the other. Then moving on to the other women.

After a few hours, Wanda, Zatanna, Gwen, and Orihime were really beginning to become caked over with jizz. It stained their hair, covered their features, and splattered their bodies. Yet all four of them still fought to keep the men's energy up and eager.

Gwen was jerking off who she could, sucking and stroking any cock within her grasp. Orhime was letting men fuck her giant tits, feeling overwhelmed by it all and just trying to swallow what she could. Zatanna had used magic to grow extra hands, instead making men cum into her hat before she chugged it down in one big go. While Wanda just used reality shifting magic to put the men around her in a dream state to imagine they were fucking her. All had their methods, and it was working. Slowly the men began dissipating, helped by the others around them taking what loads they could to assist the four.

The hours went on and on. Numerous men around the hangar began to drop off after so many unloadings that they just couldn't get hard anymore. It was understandable, human even, yet a lot were marvelling at one man's ability to just... keep going.

Though he was tired and sore, Drake kept his cock ready to jizz more. He would go down as a hero. Some begged him to let his dick rest, but he was assure in his mutant ability to keep nutting for the future of them all. He was even given special permissions to really go to town on these women. Maxima's hands had grown tired, letting the unstoppable man do what he wanted. The fucking of Power Girl's tits, the destruction of She-Ra's throat, the joint attack from Starfire and Mirko. These events congealed into a massive story that would be passed down in the base's history as Drake's finest hour. His white semen flying around the room was synonymous not with surrender but true courage. No woman in the hangar hadn't sucked down the man's jizz at least twice before he finally--after thirteen hours of mouth fucking--did he rest.

The totality of the men's efforts were not in vain. With cum filling their stomachs to near bursting point, there was more than enough energy flowing through the women to repel the Ultron Wave and wipe him off the face of the planet.

Obviously, the semen didn't actually do jack shit. Drake knew that. But perhaps the right plan, a good mental attitude, and feeling like you've been completely sexually satisfied was enough for these heroes to pull off miracles.

All they knew was they wanted to do more events like this, and soon.