The Black Widow says: "Assemble Avengers!"

[NaokoSmith]

Lifting her leg with ballerina's ease,
Natalia nocks Hal's arrow 'twixt lips
made slickly eager by his caresses.

Catching his auburn head to kiss,
Her lips pressed to his lips,
Her lips pressed by his weapon,

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Her heart fluttering under his hand,
Her offered kiss delicately petalling like
A Montrose flowering down the glass.

El Capitan supine, peak and pique
de Mont Rose, white glaciers flowing.
Canary prone to Bridal Veil falls,
America defends free choice, espouses polyandry.

 

[NaokoSmith]

El Capitan supine, peak and pique
de Mont Rose, white glaciers flowing.
Canary prone to Bridal Veil falls,
America defends free choice, espouses polyandry.

 

[steve44uk]

Catching his auburn head to kiss,
Her lips pressed to his lips,
Her lips pressed by his weapon,

Her leg crooked round his waist,
Widow whispers hotly in Hal's ear,
"I hope your aim's true, archer..."

 

[NaokoSmith]

Her leg crooked round his waist,
Widow whispers hotly in Hal's ear,
"I hope your aim's true, archer..."

Wry smile twisted now with yearning
Green Arrow's beyond a verbal quip
And quivers his quiver against her.

 

[steve44uk]

Wry smile twisted now with yearning
Green Arrow's beyond a verbal quip
And quivers his quiver against her.

Shaft loosed, and with a groan
he pierces her to the core,
Widow's wound causing her to scream...

 

[NaokoSmith]

Shaft loosed, and with a groan
he pierces her to the core,
Widow's wound causing her to scream...

She grips him to her tightly,
Eating his kiss, his thin lips.
Sinuous strong legs wrap strong hips
To press his weapon deeper in.

 

[steve44uk]

She grips him to her tightly,
Eating his kiss, his thin lips.
Sinuous strong legs wrap strong hips
To press his weapon deeper in.

The better to pierce his target,
Hal flips Widow into spider's crouch,
his arrow seeking out her bullseye.

I've gone too far now, haven't I...?

 

[NaokoSmith]

The better to pierce his target,
Hal flips Widow into spider's crouch,
his arrow seeking out her bullseye.

I've gone too far now, haven't I...?

"Bof!" Natalia exclaims, "gimme your goods!"
Arching her back, she waits impatiently
For Green Arrow to find his mark.

WTF is that bear? I am doing it with a bear dressed as Green Arrow! That I should live to see the day ... Listen, babycakes, Avengers is one thing but it has already been commented on a previous thread of mine that the Hair Bear Bunch - and by implication other bears - would be a) bestiality, and b) under age!

 

[steve44uk]

[QUOT[I[/I]E=NaokoSmith;43349099]"Bof!" Natalia exclaims, "gimme your goods!"
Arching her back, she waits impatiently
For Green Arrow to find his mark.

WTF is that bear? I am doing it with a bear dressed as Green Arrow! That I should live to see the day ... Listen, babycakes, Avengers is one thing but it has already been commented on a previous thread of mine that the Hair Bear Bunch - and by implication other bears - would be a) bestiality, and b) under age! [/QUOTE]

Arrow weeping salty tears of lust,
Hal nocks his shaft once more
and skewers his poule with gusto.

Oh no, Boo Boo! More animals! <awaits moderating boot on neck...>

 

[NaokoSmith]

Arrow weeping salty tears of lust,
Hal nocks his shaft once more
and skewers his poule with gusto.

Oh no, Boo Boo! More animals! <awaits moderating boot on neck...>

"Once more unto the barbeque, dear,"
Widow grunts in between lusty moans
As Hal pierces her tender flesh.

I will put my boot on your neck - if you pay me

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Captain strangely envisons dejeuner sur l'herbe

by Yosemite Falls: but with whom?

 

[steve44uk]

"Once more unto the barbeque, dear,"
Widow grunts in between lusty moans
As Hal pierces her tender flesh.

I will put my boot on your neck - if you pay me

As arrow repeatedly finds its mark,
the archer's calloused hands reach up,
grasping slim waist and pulling back.
Rhythmic slapping against poule's succulent thighs...

I'm not sure your pink wellies are a match for my bull neck, sweetie...

 

[NaokoSmith]

As arrow repeatedly finds its mark,
the archer's calloused hands reach up,
grasping slim waist and pulling back.
Rhythmic slapping against poule's succulent thighs...

I'm not sure your pink wellies are a match for my bull neck, sweetie...

Widow enjoying repeated slip-sliding pleasurable pummels
Gasps, "Hawk was rubbish in comparison,
No wonder Canary sings so loud."

Oh sweetie. You thought I'd be wearing those, did you? With flat heels? I don't think so.

In these shoes.

(As you are an Englishman, you probably just said,
Oh.)

 

[NaokoSmith]

Captain strangely envisons dejeuner sur l'herbe

by Yosemite Falls: but with whom?

Lissom blonde beauty with irresistible charm
Lovely Peggy Carter appears to him
Bringing memories of missions shared and
A picnic hamper full of cold-chicken-cold-tongue-cold-ham-cold-beef-pickled-onions-salad-french-bread-cress-and-widge-spotted-meat-ginger-beer-lemonade.

(And of course, barquettes de marron )

 

[Handley_Page]

Do not forget that Green Arrow is gay.

 

[steve44uk]

Do not forget that Green Arrow is gay.

Funny you should say that, HP...

Are you using your radio tech to listen into my PMs, man?? That's Seriously spooky...

 

[NaokoSmith]

Do not forget that Green Arrow is gay.

Oh My God! And other swearwords.
What are you doing here, HP,
Improperly not posting in six words.
Are you going to be Steed.

 

[steve44uk]

Widow enjoying repeated slip-sliding pleasurable pummels
Gasps, "Hawk was rubbish in comparison,
No wonder Canary sings so loud."

Oh sweetie. You thought I'd be wearing those, did you? With flat heels? I don't think so.

In these shoes.

(As you are an Englishman, you probably just said,
Oh.)

Widow's spidery fingers stray between thighs
splayed wide to receive her lover.
Feather-light touch on her swollen bud,
fingertips brushing Hal's swift, pistoning shaft.

Oh.

 

[NaokoSmith]

Widow's spidery fingers stray between thighs
splayed wide to receive her lover.
Feather-light touch on her swollen bud,
fingertips brushing Hal's swift, pistoning shaft.

Oh.

Bof, bof, bof, to and fro,
As she brushes them both softly
He presses her hardly and then ...

 

[steve44uk]

Bof, bof, bof, to and fro,
As she brushes them both softly
He presses her hardly and then ...

... his head thrown back, spine bowed,
Green Arrow let's fly, laving Widow's
quiver with hot floods of passion...

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Lissom blonde beauty with irresistible charm
Lovely Peggy Carter appears to him
Bringing memories of missions shared and
A picnic hamper full of cold-chicken-cold-tongue-cold-ham-cold-beef-pickled-onions-salad-french-bread-cress-and-widge-spotted-meat-ginger-beer-lemonade.

(And of course, barquettes de marron )

From Lower Falls’ mist she emerges,
Spirit or shade or memory reified,
Brown army coat on white cotton,
Skirt too, over white silken slip.
Kneeling by river, basket beside her,
America remembers. But mis-remembers old air.

Last time I saw darling Peggy,
I was crashing into the sea.
She’d a forty-five in her holster
And her skirt above her knees.

Then thinks of basket and checks:
Neither Yogi nor Boo-Boo are nearby.
Maintenant, il-y-a une barquette de marron.

 

[NaokoSmith]

From Lower Falls’ mist she emerges,
Spirit or shade or memory reified,
Brown army coat on white cotton,
Skirt too, over white silken slip.
Kneeling by river, basket beside her,
America remembers. But mis-remembers old air.

Last time I saw darling Peggy,
I was crashing into the sea.
She’d a forty-five in her holster
And her skirt above her knees.

Then thinks of basket and checks:
Neither Yogi nor Boo-Boo are nearby.
Maintenant, il-y-a une barquette de marron.

"I'll suck your barquette de marron,"
Peggy suggests, "but cucumber sandwich first."

 

[NaokoSmith]

... his head thrown back, spine bowed,
Green Arrow let's fly, laving Widow's
quiver with hot floods of passion...

Natalia receives Hal's well-aimed shots with
arched back, her red head raised,
Fingers still dancing lightly to increase
His efforts and her own ecstatic
Clasp about his special magic arrow.

 

[steve44uk]

Natalia receives Hal's well-aimed shots with
arched back, her red head raised,
Fingers still dancing lightly to increase
His efforts and her own ecstatic
Clasp about his special magic arrow.

Spent, his quiver empty, hers full,
Hal extracts arrow from Natalia's wound,
which now bleeds a milky white.
"It's the tights, right?" he quips.
"Chicks love the tights..." And with
quick kiss, wry smile, Hal departs,
seeking a bird of another feather...