When In Rome

Thor had known and been intimate with some of the most beautiful women in the cosmos, but the spectacle he beheld now was still enough to take his breath away.

Carol—blonde, statuesque, with generous proportions of hips and cleavage that more than matched her thick muscles—wore only diaphanous cloth. A dark collar, beautifully contrasting her fair skin and bright hair, was all she really had on. From it, a halter of translucent cloth spread out to cover without concealing her abundant bust.

The gossamer cloth continued on, narrowing to run between her legs like a one-piece bathing suit, showing the bronze tan of her exquisitely toned legs without the exotic azure coloring that the cloth imparted to her torso.

Then there was Jessica. Actually a few inches taller than Carol, more slender, with breasts that weren’t quite the overflowing handfuls her friend possessed. A delectable set of hills still crowned her trim chest, barely managing to draw attention away from her narrow waist and long, slender legs. She wasn’t quite voluptuous—not compared to Carol—but there was something to be said for her supple, leggy body, dark-haired and a little pale. A woman made to be wrapped up in, not sunk into like her fuller counterpart.

She wore only jewels. An emerald and a ruby, affixed to her otherwise bare breasts to cover her nipples. Bangles on her wrists, rings on her fingers, many necklaces hung around her neck to dangle between those pert breasts. Gold cloth, held up by a string of pearls, embraced her pubis, while a diamond glinted in her navel. Obsidian earrings joined with her luscious black hair, glinting—it was the only thing her supple tresses could not do.

Thor felt a pang of interest from his manhood. He scratched subtly at his masculinity. He didn’t wish to offend these fairest of maidens with his interest, but neither would he deny the attraction that was due their beauty.

“You are attired most fetchingly, Midgardians. Unsheathing beauty that could enthrall the stars till they stay out past dawn and back to dusk. Are those the orbs you seek a trance from? Or is it my sight thou intend to ensnare?”

“You know us,” Jessica purred. “We don’t settle for second best.”

Carol nodded, which sent luscious motions throughout the plump contours of her body. “We’ve been listening to a few bards tell us about the Asgard of old. How women used to compete for the affections of Odin’s court.”

“And thou sought to know how thy bonny facades would fare in such contest?”

“Oh, we know we’d win,” Carol jibed.

“We just want our prize,” Jessica added.

Thor smiled, no longer trying to control an erection that was like a wild stallion attempting to set out on a run. “Yet there can be but one victor—though I say the second shall find worthy prize as well. Would you sport for my favor, in the contest I decree?”

Carol and Jessica traded a look, eyes furtively taking in each other’s charms before turning back to Thor and his abundant appeal.

“Whatever you consider foreplay, big guy,” Carol said.

“When in Rome,” Jessica said.

Thor approached them, clapping his bear-big hands on their slender shoulders. He squeezed, thumbs rubbing hotness into their receptive bodies.

“This contest doth be one of vast merriment. Carol, show Jessica what you know of the attentions thou hope to receive from me. And Jessica—if thy are not contented with them, then the Odinson will happily give thou recompense.”

Ushered down by a subtle, steady pressure from Thor’s hand, Carol knelt before Jessica. She slipped her fingers into the golden threads at her groin, then pulled them down slowly. Carol was surprised to see Jessica wasn’t shaven—and an unspoken thrill went through her, knowing something so intimate.

It’d been a long while since she and Jess had done more than pleasure themselves together, mutual masturbation the climax to a long night of wine, chocolate, and stress relief. Submitting to Thor was as good a way as champagne to take all the impetus out of their hands and put it on someone they knew would get them what they needed.

Apprehension went through Carol too at the sight of Jessica’s dark-fringed pussy. This would not be another drunken quickie.

“Jessica, spread yon legs. Thou shalt not move muscle nor loose utterance, unless thee wish to lose the contest which is upon you,” Thor said softly. “Carol, see to her crescendo. If it is managed by thou, then the God of Thunder need not concern himself with it, and your pleasure shall be mine only concern!”

Thor’s lustful smile showed how Carol and Jessica already met with his approval. Much more and, like a dog tempted past its willpower by a juicy cut of meat, he would lunge. Neither Carol nor Jessica would look amiss at that.

Jessica stood with her arms at her sides, her legs apart, and only the jewels on the topmost portion of her body concealing her anatomy. Carol, still fully clothed—however revealingly, got down on her knees.

“Challenge her to the utmost, Carol. The Odinson’s favor is not lightly won!”

They both let him get away with the lie. It was more fun to pretend it was the truth.

Carol breathed in until she caught the faint but luscious aroma of Jessica’s arousal. Her mouth watered at the scent. She tenderly kissed Jessica’s thigh, tongue slipping out of her mouth to further taste the sweaty flesh she’d only sampled.

Equally inexorably, she worked her way slowly up Jessica’s legs, until her lips were at her friend’s slit. It was warm, moist, the coils of jet-black hair so soft that seemed to be pulling Carol’s touch in to the yielding pink flesh that led inside of Jessica.

Using her thumbs, Carol gently separated Jessica’s folds. She saw the glistening velvet that led deeper into her friend and purred softly. She would leave the tightening depths of Jessica to Thor—it was enough for her to get a taste of Jess and reduce her to the most debauched enjoyment she could manage.

Sticking her tongue as far out as it would reach, Carol lightly touched Jessica’s labia. The flavor instantly struck her taste buds, all but addicting Carol. She dragged her tongue from the bottom of Jessica’s opening to the clit on top, stopping there to lash at the lustfully hardened bud.

“Mmmm!” Carol sighed, drawing on the little button until it was inside her mouth, almost detached from Jess’s body.

Crushing her mouth to the brunette’s sex, Carol felt Jess’s thighs flex—she was working hard to keep still, but feeling enough passion to send her into orbit. Carol could only imagine how much Jess was enjoying herself when she felt like she would come just touching her tongue to that magnificent honeypot…

Her hunger proving as full as her body, the blonde spread Jessica’s pussy lips far apart to be sure of penetrating her as deep as her tongue could reach. And despite what an appealing sight that spread made, she didn’t waste an instant on it before stabbing her tongue deep into that sweet taste. Curling her tongue to send it swimming through the rich, tangy deliciousness of Jess’s aroused juices.

As she licked—finding Jessica’s sensitive spots, making her tongue into more of a fucking invader than a tasting probe—Carol felt her own cream mounting, moving wet warmth into her pubic hair and the cloth that vee’d between her legs. She wanted to put a hand down to better stimulate her already sizzling womanhood, but Carol remembered that Thor hadn’t given her permission to do so. She imagined he much preferred that he be the one to give her pleasure, when the time came for her to finally be rewarded…

Jessica’s eyes went glassy with lust. She stared without vision at the far wall, feeling Thor’s eyes on her body almost as intensely as Carol’s tongue working over her clit. Between the two sensations, she trembled from head to toe. Her ripe lips parted, but Jessica’s breath didn’t come any easier. It burned in and out of her, hard and rough, a flame guttering and flaring with Carol’s licks. Each swipe of the blonde’s tongue sent Jess soaring higher, approaching a climax that dwarfed her with its immenseness.

“Yess!” Carol moaned into Jessica’s sex, working her slippery tongue even deeper, wanting more of the delicious honey she found with each lick. Her cheeks were shiny with the stuff, her lips swollen from the fury of her kisses. And as her head bobbed at Jessica’s crotch, her proud breasts jiggled and swayed, straining against the confines of her sheer garment.

In her desperation for more of Jessica, Carol wrapped her arms around the brunette, jamming her fingers into the firm hills of her ass. She forced Jessica’s pussy tighter to her face and to her demanding tongue. Her licks whipped at Jessica’s shaking clit. Carol wanted her to go off like an explosive.

“Ohh! Ng! So gooood!” Jessica whispered, unable to hold in her emotions. The snaking tongue all over her folds and lashing at her clit was driving her insane. Sheer lust made her bunch her hands into fists and squeeze her eyes shut, but nothing she did could decrease the uninhibited passion rushing through her.

Still she fought to keep from coming, wanting to hold back until she’d either earned Thor’s approval or made Carol work as hard as she could for her prize.

Carol got her reward. Jessica’s inner muscles convulsed around her tongue and her womanhood grew so hot that liquid heat gushed out of it, slick and oily, splashing into Carol’s open mouth and flowing down her chin. Golden strands of hair were left stuck to Carol’s face. She groped Jess’s ass hard, molding even her superhumanly resilient flesh into tortured shapes of pleasure. Jessica’s pussy was held firmly to Carol’s mouth, letting her drink the next eruption as she fucked her tongue deep inside her fellow Avenger.

“Mmmph! Uumm!” Carol slurped, licking all she could of the precious wine, not wanting to waste any of it. Her fingernails gouged deep into Jessica’s buttocks, sharing the pain she felt from missing out on any of this delicious taste.

Jess shuddered, her knees trembling as the floodtide continued, burying Carol’s face in her sugar-sweet satisfaction. Her pillowy lips pursed together, forming an O, but she tried to hold in the sound that would go through them. Part of her sexual rush was to follow Thor’s instructions to the letter, even as her ecstasy piled up. She’d never considered herself a submissive, but striving to obey Thor rather than simply give in to Carol’s plying ways really made this feel like a threesome, even with only one blonde touching her at the moment.

Having licked Jessica clean, Carol turned a wetly shining face to Thor, looking at him over a brawny shoulder. “And now it’s my turn?”

“Verily,” Thor confirmed. “Let us see if thou is as adept at reception, or if your skill lies only in furnishing.”