Hitting the Limit(Jane Foster)

Jane Foster found today's adventure to be quite liberating. Ever since she was privileged enough to pick up the hammer, every single moment showed her she had a hell of a legacy to fill. Despite being deemed worthy by Mjolnir, there were many stumbling blocks along the way.

Thankfully, Jane was able to get by with the help of her friends and sitting behind her at the bar was a fellow warrior, in the Amazing Spider-Man. Or Peter, as Jane began to know him. Both were in their civilian attire, with Peter wearing a nice shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Jane dressed in a nice black button up shirt and a black skirt along with stockings and thigh high boots.

Thor and Spider-Man walking in a bar would draw a lot more attention than Jane Foster and Peter Parker. No matter how much of an epic punchline would it be for the throat.

"That wasn't the biggest trolls I ever forgot," Peter murmured as the bartender left to get their drinks. "And for once, I'm not referring the ones that I ran into on Internet forums."

Jane broke out into a small smirk at his easy going nature. There's just something which relaxed her. She moved against the stool.

"Of course, you weren't," Jane said. "But, truly today was perfect. Thank you for backing me up."

"Hey, next time Rhino's trying to wreck my day, I'm sure that you'll return the favor," Peter said.

Jane nodded in response. She wanted to be involved after years of being on the inside. She took a long drink. Not exactly too strong, but it really relaxed her nerves a little bit. Jane sipped on her drink and started to find herself visited by thoughts out of how strong and handsome Spider-Man was, with or without the mask. With the mask, he carried himself with bravery and courage. Without the mask, he was an easy-going person. A bit different from the web-slinging hero that Jane got to know.

"I will," Jane said. "But, there are other favors that I can return."

The woman stopped and could not believe that came out of her mouth. To his credit, and to her relief, Peter decided not to call her out on that. Jane slide a bit off of her stool and came close to climbing onto Peter. Just merely to test the waters to see if there's something there.

"I doubt this much could cause you to stumble," Peter said.

"Right!" Jane yelled. "Hey, Bartender, get us the strongest drink on the house."

She smiled and adjusted her skirt while turning to face Peter. Peter managed to catch the slightest, the smallest glimpse of her lacy panties poking out and taunting at him.

The bartender returned and Peter could use a very long drink. Jane rested her hand on his lap.

"You look pretty tense," Jane said.

Two men at the end of the bar got into a scuffle after a card game. The bar tender rushed over to break them up.

"While he's away."

Brazenly, Jane unbuttoned Peter's jeans and pulled his cock out of them. Jane wrapped his hand around the base and smiled.

"Well, you're full of surprises."

"Are you sure that you want to do this here where everyone can see it?"

Her firm grip around his cock felt good, but Peter needed to think with his upstairs brain and realize there could be consequences. Jane flickered her tongue out of her mouth.

"Maybe we should, adjust...turn our chairs a bit so no one can see us from behind the bar."

Jane covered the preturding organ with her hand. Her soft flesh rubbed against him as the bartender returned to the drink, none the wiser. He moved over to tend to other people as Jane and Peter rested in her corner.

To an outside observer, Jane just casually worked on her drink.

Peter knew exactly what was happening and more importantly what she was doing to him. Her swift and powerful handjob made Peter swell. He took a long drink, hand clutching against the glass. All Peter could do was bury his face down and down the drink.

"Hanging in there, Pete?" she asked him with a smile.

"Yes, Jane, I'm hanging on just fine," he groaned in one breath.

"Good, I would hate that you would hit your limit already," Jane said. "Good to think your tolerance is pretty high."

Another drink delivered, with the bartender somehow not noticing what was going on the side of his bar. Peter noticed it, noticed it very good as well. Jane's hand came off of his cock and it made him groan at the release.

Seconds later, Jane reached down and cupped his balls. Her top came open a couple of times and she briefly flashed her tits at him while squeezing his balls. Then covered again as Jane turned back to the bar. Just casually watching the sports game on television.

"Well, I'm pretty sure they have the ball well handled," Jane commented idly.

The fear of getting caught with his dick out in public and likely all over social media, made Peter both fearful and excited. The only saving grace was he was not in Spider-Man garb when this was happening.

"And...I think I lost a contact."

Peter wondered if Jane lost her mind. She sank down onto the ground and then suddenly, Peter felt a warm mouth wrapped around him.

"Did you find it honey?" Peter casually asked her, his voice going just a tiny bit higher.

Jane took him into her mouth and shook her head. She squeezed his balls to warn him that he should look forward not to arouse attention.

"Keep looking, it might be under the clothe…."

Now Jane pulled the cloth and Peter's lap. Providing no one looked too closely at the cloth which moved when Jane sucked him off, they should be okay. Peter needed another drink.

He was going to blow his load in Jane Foster's mouth while she sucked him off under the bar. And he couldn't really register his appreciation of it without setting off an alarm bell.

Peter wished he could grab onto her head, but in this position that would raise another red flag. Thankfully, the chatter in the bar, the chatter of the television, and everything else made Jane's hungry slurping less obvious. Well, to everyone, but Peter, who heard it.

He closed his eyes and counted to ten.

"I found my contact."

And Peter did not cum. He groaned, being blue balled by his drinking partner.

"Glad to see you found it."

"Oh, I think that your seat is a lot higher," Jane said with a smile. "Don't move...it will hold the both of us."

The lack of panties hit Peter with all the subtle force of a wrecking ball. He resisted grabbing onto Jane's hips to make this even more obvious.

Another drink as Jane dropped down onto him. His cock disappeared underneath her skirt and inside of her. It was torture not being able to touch her, despite wanting to so much. Jane kept a straight face while looking forward at the sports game.

"Looks like the game's reaching the climax," Jane told him with a smile.

Despite her straight face, Jane's insides screamed for more. She screamed for Peter's monsterous cock touching her in all of the places which needed to be touched. Jane chewed down on her lip and released her moans through several cycles over several minutes.

She clenched onto him and felt his balls rubbing up against her. The fact it killed Peter not to be able to touch her without arousing suspicion, made her hot and heavy. Jane bit down on her lip and released her arousal out in an extremely pleasurable moan. Her wetness coated him all the way.

Jane used her muscles to clench him and knew by Peter's grunting in her ear that he felt really good. The fact she was able to arouse something like that.

"We should do this more often," Peter told her.

"Yes," Jane agreed. "We should."

Her eyes faded over for a second. Everyone was distracted by the game. This allowed Jane to pick up Peter's arms and drop his hands on her breasts. She almost dared him to squeeze them while no one was looking. Peter took her up on the dare and molded her perfect breasts through her opening top.

The time he spent with her breasts were fleeting. He moved down to a less visible area, her hips and rocked down Jane down onto her his crotch. Jane bit down on her lip, deciding to take another drink to disguise what was going through her body. Her moisture coated him.

"Close to heading home?" Jane asked.

"Are we?" Peter asked her.

Bravado, and Jane had a lot of it, was not something that Peter feared. He was turned on by it. However, he had a bit of that bravado in him as well and he wanted to make Jane cum first. He worked her insides, spearing her wet pussy over and over again on a constant basis.

Jane let out a light moan, masked by the loud cheers of the crowd. This little gambit of hers paid off well, as Peter fucked her wet hole faster and faster. The sounds of flesh molding against each other showed just how much, how far they had gone. Jane put her hand on Peter's and encouraged him to go even further.

"Ready?"

"Yes, soon we'll be able to take it home."

Another loud cheer and Jane let out a cheer of her own, although for different reasons that what was going on when they were watching the television. Her cunt sheathed his cock all the way inside and pleasure churned up her sultry body. Jane Foster let out a couple more whimpering cries prior to her pussy soaking him.

"Take it home, now," Jane encouraged him.

Peter pumped faster and faster than previously. After two denials and feeling her cum hard, he was about ready to finish off Jane's sweet cunt. Knowing that she's wet as can be and allowing him to slide deep into her wet pussy, Peter kept holding on for the end.

Much to his surprise, she came one more time and this triggered Peter's near release. He held back to allow her to enjoy as much of the orgasm as possible prior to Peter slamming deep into her body.

The final play, in both the game on the television and their own private game, was the most spectacular. Jane squeezed his penis and milked it. Milked every last drop of fluid out of those thick balls and into her body. Not caring about anything other than the moment of having her cunt filled with his seed.

Warm, gushing seed filled Jane's womb and she managed to hold it inside of her, despite the danger of it dripping all over the bar stool they both sat in and having it ruin their mood. Peter wrapped his arms tighter around her, and they had been lost in the moment.

"Damn straight!"

The yell from one of the men in the bar showed that he was pretty happy with the result of the sports game and to be honest, Peter was pretty happy with the results of being inside of Jane's pussy. She gave him a few fond squeezes and allowed him to be released.

With a pretty damn good sleight of hand, Jane's panties returned to their proper place, her skirt rolled back into position, and she sat back on her bar stool before anyone was the wiser.

"You reached your limit?" Peter asked.

"Hardly," Jane said. "Was a noble effort, but maybe we can explore this arrangement further at my place."

Jane squeezed his package with a twinkle in her devious eyes.

"Mmm, I think that I'll be game," Peter said.

"I wonder what else you can do with that webbing," Jane whispered in his ear.

The two stood up to pay their tab. All while Jane squeezed his ass and winked at him. The two moved to the side entrance to take Jane's car.

The feeling up they were doing on each other indicated that both might not make it back to Jane's place. Although, they would try and show some restraint.

Jane thought tonight was a perfect night. She took a risk and it paid off. And it would continue to pay off well into the morning and maybe past lunch as well.

End.