When In Rome 2

Jessica had her tongue as deep in Carol’s pussy as it would reach, tasting the same deliciousness she had just gifted the blonde. She moaned deliriously, lavishing her tongue on every luscious drop she could touch it to.

“Oh God, Thor, she’s gonna make me, I can’t—” Carol panted, her pretty features twisting painfully with the sensations rampaging through her. Her nipples dented through her halter as she looked down at Jessica’s face, buried between her legs.

“Carol, silence has been commanded of you,” Thor reminded her. “Jessica held her tongue in yon present circumstances.”

“But it’s not fair!” Carol wailed. “I’m so turned on from eating her out that her tongue is, it’s—”

With no way to contain herself, Carol decided to shatter the rules instead of just breaking them. She pushed Jessica away and rushed Thor.

He rose from his seat to berate her, but before anything could be said, she was kneeling before him, jerking his codpiece away and reaching into his pants. Thor did not attempt to stop her, if there was anything he could do to prevent Carol from having the fisted crown of his huge endowment buried in her beautiful face.

“Gggh!” Carol moaned soulfully, embracing his shaft with her lips, rubbing the underside of his helmet with her tongue. Her hands still at his pants, rubbing his heavy balls. She grabbed at his length, stroking it in her right hand while scouring her lips up and down the slopes of his knob.

Totally lost in the delirium of having so much cock, challenging herself to see if she could treat all of it to being in her mouth. She cooed lustily, salivating around the jaw-stretching amount of throbbing maleness that Thor offered her laboring mouth.

“Hey!” Jessica squeaked out, finally getting over her awe at seeing Carol mouth Thor’s cock so thoroughly—and still not manage to capture it all. “What happened to the contest?”

“I believe it has been won,” Thor muttered softly, patting Carol’s head as she continued in her submissive worship, moaning happily to be lubricating the battering ram that would soon be laying siege to her. “But Jessica, thou may approach and enjoy victory thy self. The Lord of Asgard will not let such a worthy entrant receive naught!”

Jessica remained on her knees, watching with still a little shock how Carol forced herself down Thor’s massive prick until she choked, backing up just enough to give her throat some relief, then making it stretch some more. The competitive Avenger clearly wouldn’t rest until she’d throated all the masculinity Thor had to offer, no matter how impossible that seemed.

Jessica wanted to take Thor up on his offer, to crawl over and share that awe-inspiring phallus with her best friend. To taste what Carol was tasting and feeling it throbbing with need inside her mouth, down her throat. But despite the ten fat inches Thor was spouting, Jessica didn’t think that there was any to share. Even what Carol couldn’t mouth she was stroking with her fingers, a handjob to fully encompass that giant phallus in her pleasurable efforts.

Carol’s breasts shimmied inside her halter, the fabric beginning to tear with her heaving breaths as she wound her body back and forth like a viper. Thor’s cock continued to swell inside the confines of her fist and mouth, gaping out from his open trousers, slowly reaching its full length from her subservient devotion to his pleasure. Carol licked at the glans, cleaning Thor of whatever precum fell from his tip. The full, salty taste delighted her. It was very easy to keep suffocating herself on his mammoth length when she knew how much more flavor awaited her.

Carol’s blue eyes were glassy, open to only slits as she suckled Thor’s member. Her lips puckered when her head waved back, dragging over his girthy shaft and crawling across his domed end like a confidently spreading flame. Carol writhed blissfully no matter how much of his endowment she’d taken, her knees sliding on the tile floor. Still stroking what she couldn’t reach with her mouth, Carol casually used her other hand to tear open her halter and reach inside. Feeding her arm through the hole until she felt her hot pussy. The wetness reminded her of the heated saliva she was spilling over her own lips by working on Thor so enthusiastically.

“Gmm! Ggmmm!” Carol slurped, nearly choking as she got almost all she demanded from Thor—his cockhead probed the back of her throat. She fingered her cunt, burying two fingers inside herself until her palm pressed into her clit and sent luscious flickers through the depths of her pussy. Reminding her of how many nerves could be scintillated if only she were filled as full as her gagging mouth.

Finally, Jessica jerked into motion. She nearly ran over to Thor in her desire to make up for lost time. Dropping to her knees next to Carol, she unbuckled Thor’s belt and pulled his trousers down to fully bare him. Then she twisted her body, lowering herself down and clinging to Thor’s tree-trunk legs until her head was between them, facing upward, observing Carol’s fellatio from such an explicit angle that her clit spiked tinglingly. There was no blocking the sight from here; she could see how Carol’s lips accepted their massive intrusion, again and again and again.

“God, Thor, your balls!” she breathed, a smile beaming from her as she breathed in the musky aroma of his masculinity. “There’s so much in them, isn’t there? They’re fucking huge!”

She lifted her face to them, parting her rosy lips to find a wrinkle in Thor’s scrotum and nibble on it, pull at it, worry the tender skin defending the hot cum she knew Carol was exciting so vigorously.

Finally, Jessica sucked one of Thor’s balls into her mouth. Her cheeks drew in as she sucked at it, hearing a moan from Carol as her act made Thor even more seethingly erect. As good as it was to feel his cum roiling through the hairy skin of his sack, Jessica couldn’t help but envy her friend, poised to receive all that seed. She imagined it weighing down Carol’s tongue like the stream from a firehose.

As she gulped needfully on the teste, trying to fit the other ball into her mouth, Jessica stared at Carol’s face. The blonde was still pressing down on Thor’s length, trying to fit the last of his foot-long member past her lips. Slowly, sensually, her mouth attempted to merge with the base of Thor’s prick. Carol sputtered, gagged, then finally retreated—and as she did, Jessica saw a thick imprint slide out of her swanlike throat.

As she sat on the floor, her naked ass chilled by the tile, Jessica thought about how good it had felt to have Carol’s tongue inside her. She reminded herself to tongue Carol again, as soon as Thor had come inside her. How nice it would be to see Thor destroy that golden pussy and then ravage more pleasure out of it herself…

Accepting an impossible amount of Thor’s veined shaft, Carol played with herself, fingers jammed into her juicy opening, palm rubbing cruelly on a clit that was all too sensitive. Her wetness spilled between her fingers, streaked her thick thighs. Like a starving woman, Carol mouthed Thor’s fleshy cudgel, her lips twitching on whatever particular inch she managed to plunge down to—tightening and coiling as though trying to hold on forever. Her tongue whipped at his cockhead and sometimes gave way to her teeth, biting into the steely girth, knowing there was no harm she could do to that invincible flesh.

Then suddenly it was being taken away. Thor’s firm hands took hold of her and eased her head back, defying Carol’s efforts to bring him to climax until she’d been entirely removed. Then he picked her up like a child’s toy and carried her—Jessica clinging to his leg, pulled along by his effortless strides—to where Mjolnir rested, the hammer’s blocky head down on a writing table, the leather-wrapped handle protruding up into the air.

Thor simply hoisted Carol up and set her down on the haft, Carol only able to moan as it slipped inside her. Her own weight and overt arousal pulled her down, working her sex along the handle’s length. It reminded her somewhat of Thor’s manhood: even though it wasn’t shaped right, it was as rigid and inflexible as the appendage that she’d spent long minutes devouring.

The bulk of the hammer was reassuringly weighty and her excited walls molded themselves to the entry. Though it didn’t throb, she felt a flicker of electricity pass into her most exhilarated nerves. It was like she was fucking a high-tension power line.

“My apologies, fairest of maidens,” Thor said, “but the prize hardest won should be reserved for hardest fought. Jessica will receive my favor now. You will enjoy watching us… and enjoy it greatly, lovely Carol.”