The Adventures of Wonderslut, Part Four
Felicity had designed the fly of Jason’s superhero costume from a space-age micro-Velcro that cradled his erection gently but opened with a flick of the fingers to reveal his entire package. Sometimes, honestly, a girl couldn’t wait for some loving, and this might be one of those times. Even with her pussy still throbbing from the shared power of Eileen’s climax, she’d still had to get through the first lesson in performing a really good blow job before she could move on to the main event. Eileen had come, but she hadn’t. Yet.
“You don’t have to be afraid of Dave’s cock,” she said as she grasped Jason’s shaft at the base. “To start, take him like this and stroke him gently.”
Dave had rolled onto his back with his erection lying against his pelvis. When Eileen circled her fingers around him, he sighed with pleasure.
“Play with him for a while,” Felicity said. “Think of him as your toy.”
“Like a joy stick.” Eileen giggled. “It’s fun.”
“We haven’t even started having fun.” Felicity rubbed her thumb over the head of Jason’s erection. “Have we, Piston?”
“Feels like fun to me,” Jason answered.
By now, Eileen was gripping Dave and moving her fist up and down to pump him. After a few seconds, Dave covered her hand with his and guided her in a steady rhythm.
“Tell him how big he is and how beautiful,” Felicity ordered.
“He is,” Eileen said. “So big. And hard.”
“Tell him how much you want him to fuck you.”
“He knows I want him.”
“Use the word, Eileen,” she said. “It won’t bite you.”
“Fuck.” Eileen declared. “I want you to fuck me, Dave. Really.”
“Good, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Fellatio first.” She bent and placed a kiss on the tip of Jason’s cock and then straightened to glance at the other couple. “Your turn, Eileen.”
Eileen did as ordered, pressing her lips against Dave’s flesh.
“Now, lick him.” Felicity demonstrated, running her tongue around the ridge of Jason’s hard-on. He groaned, and threaded his fingers into her hair.
When Eileen did the same for Dave, his hips nearly floated off the bed. “Damn, that’s good.”
“It’s going to get better.” Felicity wrapped her lips around Jason and took him into her mouth. Eileen would have to watch for a while because the time had come to give her sidekick some of her special attention. He was far too big for all of him to fit into her mouth, but she could use her hand along the base while she sucked the rest of him.
He signaled his approval silently by grabbing her hair in his fist and thrusting his hips gently. On the other side of the bed, Dave was making the sorts of noises men made as they went from hot to super-heated. Grunts and strangled noises in his throat. Strange, primitive sounds. The kind that said his woman was Getting it Right.
She removed her mouth from Jason long enough to watch the other couple. Sure enough, Eileen had gotten over her shyness and was treating her husband’s cock like an all-day-sucker, licking all along him and then fastening her mouth onto the tip as if he tasted like chocolate.
“You‘ve got it, girl,” Felicity said. “That wasn’t so bad, huh?”
Eileen lifted her head, but kept working Dave with her hand. “He’s turning kind of purple.”
“That means he’s loving it. Right, Dave?”
Dave groaned loudly. “Oh, God, I’m going to come.”
“Not for a good, long time,” Felicity said. “The magic of Wonderslut can make you last.”
“Oh, man.” Dave let out a long ahhhhh of happiness. “Miracle. What did I ever do…”
“Good guys finish last, Dave. Remember that.”
“And what about me?” Jason said.
“You’re here to work, Piston.”
“Then, work me,” he answered.
She got up on her knees and looked into his eyes. “Don’t question Wonderslut in front of the clients.”
“Yeah, sure, but…”
She thumped his chest. “No but. I’m the superhero. You’re the sidekick. Got that?”
He got a sheepish look on his face and glanced away. “Okay.”
“But since you asked, why not give Eileen a little taste of what the Piston’s tool can do for a lady?”
“Really?” Eileen took a break from fellating her husband to stare at Jason’s endowments with eyes grown big and round. “While I’m kissing Dave?”
“Kissing” hardly described what Eileen had been doing to her husband. “Devouring” would fit better. But who cared what she called it as long as she enjoyed doing it?
“Sure, kiddo,” Felicity said. “Get on your knees and spread your legs. The Piston will take it from there.”
“Wow.” Eileen did as ordered. Jason took his place between her legs, inserted his tool between the lips of her pussy, and slowly eased it into her.
Oh, damn. Damn. Now, Felicity had to watch two glorious erections get even more glorious. Both slick and swollen. Dave’s going in and out of Eileen’s mouth and Jason’s fucking her pussy slowly. Two men, hot and ready for action, and she didn’t have either of them giving her any. She’d get her reward soon. Right now, she’d have to suffer the torture of watching all the fun while her clit throbbed and the hairs over her sex dampened.
The guys were sure getting their jollies. At this point, Dave’s every breath came out as a pant. Jason moved faster, and Eileen made little cries around Dave’s cock. The whole scene put those bow-chicka-bow movies to shame. For one thing, it was real. For another, two of the people involved actually loved each other. She might feel like an interloper watching them go at it except for the fact that one of the guys was hers and she’d get in on the fun any minute now.
Of course, no one could last forever, and one of the people involved was sure to hit the breaking point soon. The sounds were getting louder and more urgent, the thrusting more frantic. In fact, if she knew good sex--and she certainly did--things ought to come to a head, as it were, right…about…now.
Eileen finally stopped sucking on Dave. No mystery there. When the Piston fucked you, nothing mattered but your own pleasure. No matter the best intentions, no woman could withstand that without forgetting her own name. All three of them had reached a state of readiness for the grand finale, and Felicity could use more than a little of that, too.
"Okay, Dave, I told you you'd get to fuck Wonderslut," she said. "The time has come."
"Oh, man." Dave sat up, awakened by the mantra “Fuck Wonderslt.” That almost never failed to get a hetero guy's complete attention, and the ones who didn't jump at the opportunity weren't worth messing with, anyway. Eileen hardly seemed to notice that anyone existed on the planet except for herself and the thick member that was at present gliding in and out of her.
Now, Felicity stretched out on the bed and made a place for Dave between her legs. He didn't wait for any other kind of invitation, but settled himself there and entered her. He immediately launched into an invasion of her body that curled her toes. Eileen's inhibitions must have been made out of cast iron for her to fail to achieve orgasm with this man inside her. Not only did he have the endowments to please any woman, but he set a fast, hard rhythm and kept it up.
"Oh, Dave," she crooned. "You are definitely the man."
Dave stared down at her, his eyes half-closed and feverish with lust. His arousal lit a fire inside her, too, as her pussy dampened even more for him. This was a wonderful fuck. A truly heart-warming, pussy-plundering, world-class fuck. He kept pummeling her, pushing her into wildness.
Next to her, Eileen and Jason made their own sex noises. Wet slapping along with grunts and sighs.
"No," Jason gritted. "I'm going to come."
Shit, and she'd only just now had anything at all. "Not yet."
"Damn," he said. "You don't know what this feels like."
"I'm ordering you. Make it last."
He slowed his thrusting, but his whole body trembled. "Come on, Wonderslut. Show me some mercy."
Well, hell. She could use her magic to delay his orgasm, if she had so, but she’d made it a matter of principle not to manipulate her coworker that way. Besides, he needed to learn enough control to do his job. Dave wouldn't come until she decided to let him. Jason had to hang on a while longer. He had to.
"Damn it!" he shouted.
"Oh, for crying out loud. Pull out and squeeze yourself at the base," she said.
He did. His face had turned into a Greek mask of agony, and he clutched his shaft as if he'd like to strangle it. Now empty, Eileen whimpered. At least, that proved her hunger had grown strong enough to overcome any shyness.
"Make love to your wife," Felicity whispered into Dave's ear.
"Thank you." He kissed Felicity briefly. "For everything."
By now, Eileen had flopped onto the bed and was diddling her clit furiously. Her cries signaled that she'd gotten close enough to orgasm that almost anything would set her off. Dave pushed her hand aside, plunged into her and immediately set to pounding into her as if he could nail her to the bed with his cock. In the meantime, Jason still kneeled with his fist clenched around the base of his shaft. Poor baby.
“On your back, Piston,” she ordered. Of course, he obeyed. It only took a few seconds for her to straddle him and settled down onto his boner. Oh, yeah. This was where she belonged. When you got right down to it, as great as new flesh felt, there was nothing like the guy whose every inch said “home.”
She rode him for all she was worth, rocking back and forth as he shoved himself upward into her. Her clit throbbed with every thrust, growing more and more sensitive. Her own breathing became harsh and uneven as she neared the pinnacle. So good, so hot. Her mind screamed at her, come, dammit.
Eileen was near her limit, and Jason sure as hell had held on as long as he could. She only needed to release Dave from his unending hard-on, and they could all blast off together. To connect them all and allow the sexual energy to flow among them, she clasped Eileen’s hand. Then, she set her mind free, setting everyone loose to surrender to the power of their bodies.
Eileen went first, howling. Dave followed immediately, and the current flowed back into her, sending her over the cliff of a massive orgasm. She convulsed around Jason, fast and hard. Finally, he joined in, stiffening and sending a stream of his lust into her.
When the history of sex was written, surely one chapter would involve a certain night in Denver when a non-orgasmic woman who’d called herself Desperate appealed to a pair of superheroes for help and the world recorded the first ever four-way simultaneous orgasm. And not any old orgasm, but a rattle-your-teeth, scramble-your-brains, purple-faced, screaming orgasm.
After Felicity’s bones re-congealed and her muscles once again obeyed commands from her brain, she pried herself out from under a collection of limbs and torsos and looked around. Dave and Eileen had fallen back into a deep sleep, much as she and Jason had found them. One important thing had changed, though. Eileen would never have a problem with reaching satisfaction again. No, two things. Dave would get good head for the rest of his life. She sighed with contentment.
At the sound, Jason opened his eyes. “Whoa, was that real?”
“Nothing realer.”
He sat up and draped an arm over her shoulder. “What now?”
“We grab our stuff and leave. Our work here is done.”
*
Felicity and Jason more or less managed to get their clothing back together before letting themselves out the back door of Dave and Eileen’s love nest. Jason only had to fasten his fly, but Felicity had to get into her suit and cape. Her hair was mussed and crushed. All in a night’s work.The minute they went around the corner, all the happy-sappy stuff retreated to the back of her brain. Something here didn’t feel right.
Jason froze next to her. “What’s wrong?”
“Not sure, but my spidey-sense is sending up alarms.”
“Everything seems okay.”
“There’s something different about the Slutmobile,” she said.
Jason went to the Maserati, glanced inside, and then knelt to look underneath. “I can’t see anything without better light.”
“Someone’s been here. Let’s see if that person’s still around.” She centered herself, and now, she had all the stored energy from the amazing encounter inside. Once she’d called up all her power, she shot it out through her fingertips, aiming at the shrubs nearby. Sure enough, a loud cry came from behind one bush, and the leaves shook.
“Female,” Felicity said. “Go get her, Piston.”
Jason stood, and in a flash, he’d dived behind the shrub. When her re-emerged, he had a woman’s arm in his grip. She wore non-descript, dark clothing. Underneath her blouse, two ample breasts rose and fell--the effect of the blast of arousal Felicity had sent in her direction.
“What have you done to me?” she demanded.
“Nothing a little coitus won’t fix,” Felicity said. “But only after you do some fast talking.”
Who is this mysterious woman, and what was she doing around the Slutmobile? Was Felicity’s power enough to make her confess to everything she’s done? And will Jason be able to perform again so quickly?
Copyright Alice Gaines, 2011
Feel free to e-mail Alice at authoralicegaines@yahoo.com
Alice's website http://www.alicegaines.blogspot.com/
No comments:
Post a Comment