When In Rome 3

Carol worked herself up and down, as if not sure whether to flee from the immense penetration or not. But the feeling was too good to pass up for long. With the hammer’s shaft coated in her nectar, she pushed herself down on it, taking it into her tight young sex with a small gasp.

When it hit bottom, the hammer rewarded her with a shock that would’ve killed a mortal woman, but only satisfied her. The heated shock resonated against her cervix, turning her body to something hot as molten lead and the same consistency as Jell-O.

She tried not to squeal, which was made easier when the shock began to die down. Carol quickly shimmied up the hammer’s length and then back down it to give herself another little thunderclap where she was most sensitive.

And as she treated herself, Carol raised her head to see if Thor and Jessica weren’t putting on a show a little more appealing than staring down at the hammer she was sitting on.

Jessica was hardly restraining herself. She squealed louder than Carol ever could, orgasmic with Thor’s tongue working over her clit. Carol had seen Jessica climax before, but it was something else to have it happen and know that Thor was doing it to her. He wouldn’t let Jess off the hook anytime soon.

Carol watched her friend’s face contort, the cheeks dimpling in around Thor’s mouth-filling prick, the way Jessica’s dark hair swirled and flew about, the shudders and spasms that racked Jess’s voluptuous body.

Jessica threw her head back and wailed, “OH MY FUCKING GOD!!”

Thor would hardly let it stop there. He flipped Jessica onto her back and mounted her, his body dwarfing her svelte figure. As tight and corded as her muscles were, they couldn’t compare to his broad-shoulders and awe-inspiring physique—much less that hard erection that jutted imperiously from over his bloated balls.

That thing is a log! Carol thought in wonder, eyeing the proud length of meat. A part of her was glad that she wouldn’t be ravished by the thing. Loath as she was to admit it, she didn’t rightly know if she could take being fucked that hard. And fucking hard seemed like all a massive endowment like that could do.

Carol jabbed herself up and down on the hammer, fucking it in a desperate rhythm, needing one shock after another to burn into her pussy. Until she couldn’t take anymore, and pulled herself all the way off it, leaving the tip resting against her opening.

She held her breath, relishing the love-bite of the buzz against her labia, all while watching Thor cover Jessica with his body, angle his fat cock down to her sex. Touching her exactly as Mjolnir was now touching Carol.

He teased her with the end of his prick and Jessica was in such a state that she couldn’t help but weaken. Moaning and rocking and begging him: “Put it in, you son of a bitch, give me that big hard fucker, put it all inside me!”

“No fair maiden must make a second request of the Odinson,” Thor said huskily. His powerful body flexed and he rammed himself into Jessica’s hot cunt, burying his dick in her until it seemed like they’d never come apart.

At the same moment Thor thrust, Carol dropped herself onto Mjolnir, giving it to her pussy as hard as Jessica was getting it. And it couldn’t be as good as what Jessica was getting, but at least she didn’t feel left out.

The captain moaned, her cunt full of leatherbound hardness, and she couldn’t help but wonder which of them was having more fun: Jessica getting fucked or Thor doing the fucking.

Her eyes grew huge at the idea, but her imagination was out of control, gone as wild as her body pumping itself up and down on the hammer while the wicked fantasy raced through her mind. Oh, how good it would be to be doing this to Jessica! It was good taking Thor, no doubt, but Carol would always be more comfortable giving than receiving. And she could see what a good recipient Jessica was just by opening her eyes.

“Yes, yes!” she gasped softly, almost hoping that they’d hear her, remember she was there, and invite her back into their fuck—even as the last thing she wanted was for this carnal spectacle to be interrupted for any reason.

Still, the idea made her pussy seethe and her clit throb and the electricity of the hammer moving in and out of her pussy didn’t cool Carol down any. She closed her eyes, as if the continuing sight of Thor and Jessica would overwhelm her. But she could still hear it, which she was grateful for, even if she couldn’t take it.

Carol didn’t need a choice, she needed to not be a bitch and enjoy this tryst to its fullest. And she was, feeling something in her own sex that couldn’t be far off from what Thor was doing to Jessica.

Her climax hit her hard; she jerked with the strength of it. Her eyes went totally out of focus, but she could tell from what she heard that Jessica was coming too, while Thor breathed hard like a train chugging its way up a mountain. That couldn’t be Thor worn out from fucking—that was him struggling with all his might not to come.

Carol thrust herself all the way down Mjolnir’s shaft and rubbed at her clit as hard as she could. She watched, forcing her eyes to the widest to see every detail as Thor’s cock began to spurt into Jessica’s orgasmic pussy. Moaning, she watched them collapse together. Kissing, caressing, their bodies writhing together in shared enjoyment of each other.

Carol shook herself, jerking with the shocks Mjolnir gave her, feeling like a plaything being manipulated by the buzzing inside her sex. It felt so impossibly good that she didn’t want to take it out, ever, but she also knew it couldn’t compare to the satiation she saw on Jessica’s face. Much as she didn’t want to rush her friend’s afterglow, she had to wonder when Thor would finish with Jess and be ready for her?

Thor rolled off of Jessica. His prick was softening now, but even limp the sight of it was enough to make Carol gulp. Thor wrapped his big hand around it, pumping the flaccid muscle to free it of the cum still inside the shaft.

Carol’s fingers itched. She fisted her hands, imagining that they were closed around that huge endowment the God of Thunder was handling so casually.

Jessica opened her glazed eyes. She kissed Thor, not with heat this time, but with genuine adoration for how he’d left her so well-pleased. “I don’t know what a girl does to deserve a fuck like that… but whatever it is I did, you can bet I’ll keep doing it!”

She put her own hand down on Thor’s cock. With a chuckle, he let go of it and she took over. Playing idly with the massive phallus, clearly reminiscing about all the delights she owed to that beast when it’d been hard.

Carol bit her lip, wondering if Thor could possibly get hard again, fuck even more after he’d almost worn Jessica out, broken her, made her his permanent bitch. God, Carol wished she could fuck like that. What she wouldn’t give to have Jess looking at her with that vapid, glassy, and absolutely worshipful gaze.

“Do you hear a noise?” Jessica asked, brushing her lips through Thor’s beard until she found his mouth and a kiss.

“A noise? Ah! Faithful Mjolnir still quests for its master’s favor.” He looked lovingly over at Carol, drinking in the sight of her wracked with enjoyment, naked and lusting and pleasured yet not nearly so much as Jessica was. Envious but still gratified. “My apologies, sweet Carol, in my endeavor to fully sate our friend Jessica, your plight became foreign to me. I shall cease yon ministrations.”

“No! Don’t!” Carol cried, her voice quickly becoming as thick as Jessica’s had been. “I don’t want it to stop! I want more!”

Gleefully, she saw Thor’s prick rise at her confession, lengthening and solidifying as his eyes further perused her nakedness. “More you shall have, fair lady. In fact, I shall test thee with how much mortal woman might have bestowed upon her!”

Patting Jessica farewell, Thor stood and walked to Carol. By the time he’d reached her, his manhood was as big and stiff as ever.

With Mjolnir still humming and shaking and electric between her legs, Carol opened her mouth. Thor took her head in his hands and let her have plenty to express her oral fixation on. She stroked his stiff prick with one hand and used her other hand to play with his hairy balls. Her thirsty tongue lashed over his cockhead, licking and lapping to leave it shining if it ever came out of her mouth.

She was so horny. And Thor was set on satisfying her. He stroked her hair, encouraging her to fulfill all her urges.

“You—uhh—ask much of Asgard’s prince—but mine manhood shall not be found wanting!”

Carol bobbed her head on his prick, faster and faster, sucking louder and louder. Thor moaned, all but growled as she choked herself on his fat cock, but she didn’t care. She was too excited. Mjolnir had her at a fever pitch now and she wasn’t leaving it until Thor came for her.

“I arrive, beloved maiden!” Thor suddenly bellowed. “My issue—is thine!”

Hot cum shot from his stiff dick like dragon’s breath. Carol couldn’t get enough of it. The taste was perfection and so was the feel of his ejaculating cock. She kept sucking until there was nothing left to swallow, then she milked his stiff member with both hands to get every last drop of cum free. It was delectable.

Thor exhaled. “And now, my divine Carol, join lady Jessica and I as we savor the relief all have found.”

“Mmmhmm,” Carol sighed, letting Thor pick her up off Mjolnir. “Can you… can we take the hammer with us? I’d like to cuddle with it too.”

Thor chuckled softly. “As well you might, my Midgardian valkyrie, but with yon arms around heavy Mjolnir, thou shall not move til it be in Thor’s hand ag’in!”

“That’s alright, Thor. You just keep me in your bed until you’ve decided I can leave it.”

“Mmm.” Thor cast a wondering gaze at Jessica. “And if I deem thee a permanent fixture of mine bedchambers?”

Carol bit her lip. “Well then, I think it’s only fair you keep Jessica too. I wouldn’t want to get lonely.”