Better Than Karaoke update

Wanda opened her mouth to ask Carol if she’d recommend enjoying what Shang had to offer. But before she could utter one syllable, Carol’s lips were on hers. She moaned with excitement, their mouths locked together, their tongues tangling.

“That’s the way. Why don’t you two eat each other out? I want to see you sixty-nining each other. Come on, Wanda—give Carol a chance to enjoy herself while you’re enjoying her. Sit on her face and let her taste your cunt too!” Shang muttered, his prick starting to harden again.

He fisted his right hand, trying to ignore the urge to stroke himself—he wouldn’t want to get too worked up before he used his new erection on Wanda. He’d need all the help he could to last in that luscious body.

His lustful words further inflamed the lesbian passion filling Carol. She kept kissing Wanda, the two women fondling and caressing each other’s bodies, for as good as their tongues felt against each other, it still wasn’t enough to sate the need inside them.

Wanda, though, only heard him dimly. It still became part of the pounding beat of her arousal—the idea had been seeping out of her imagination for a while. She didn’t have the strength that practically sizzled in Carol’s muscular body, but she manhandled the captain around as if she did, and Carol went willingly.

In a heartbeat, she had Carol down on the bed and was settling her knees around Carol’s head. Wanda lowered her moist pussy onto the other woman’s face even as she dropped her own soft cheeks into the tangle of wet gold between Carol’s legs.

“Hnnnfff!” Carol whined, feeling the damp mane of Wanda’s sex grinding into her lips, its taste permeating her sense of smell before it got to her tongue.

Without really thinking of what was happening, she slid her tongue out and took an exploratory lick at the hot flesh before it. She wasn’t trying to taste it or to satisfy Wanda—it just seemed like the natural thing to do.

A moment later, Wanda’s juices were rolling down her chin. She licked up more and drove her tongue in for even more, entering Wanda’s pussy without hesitation or thought: only satisfaction.

Wanda made a sound that probably wouldn’t have made much sense even without Carol’s pussy in the way. She buried her face deeper in. She’d felt tongues inside her before—Vision’d had biology textbooks of what to do—but never before these frantic lusting strokes that still seemed to know just where to go inside her.

Within seconds her hips were jumping up and down on Carol’s face, dancing with the upward sweeps of Carol’s tongue. They ate each other to a chorus of muffled groans and sobs of sheer ecstasy.

Shang couldn’t wipe the grin off his face, he was enjoying the spectacle so much. Just watching these two absolutely stunning women pleasure each other made the prospect of jerking off his aching cock nearly irresistible. It would have to be the height of voyeurism to pump himself to erupt over those two writhing, perfect bodies—plastering his load all over their exposed flesh. But it would have been a waste with two empty pussies in the room, awaiting his contribution. Instead, he waited for the perfect moment to kick the sex into overdrive.

For the time being, he was satisfied to merely be an onlooker. The luckiest onlooker there ever was…

Wanda and Carol let out moans of pure need, shared so vehemently that it was hard to tell where one’s voice ended and the other picked up. They heaved together on the bed, Wanda’s full breasts grinding into Carol’s muscular thighs—Carol’s own luscious tits doing the same on Wanda’s more svelte legs. Their tongues lapped at each other’s cunts with frantic speed.

They were both on the verge of climax, their fingers digging into each other’s quivering asses as they writhed with total abandon. Driving one another to an orgasm that hit them both abruptly, tearing through their bodies simultaneously like they were getting off on each other’s pleasure as much as their own.

Wanda’s ass hammered down in a last quavering shudder as she gushed. At the same time, her tongue shot as deep as it could go into Carol’s sex. The captain gave a muffled cry and arched off the bed, her tongue impaling Wanda’s passage, flaming in it with a franticness that made the other woman shriek joyfully into the tiny pussy her own tongue filled.

Rapture exploded through both of them like an endless chain of firecrackers, driving either woman to complete, spasming contentment.

Shang stepped in. He could not hold himself back any longer. He grasped Wanda’s wild hair with his free hand, pulling her up from Carol’s splayed pussy, and with his other hand, he offered his massive endowment to her lips.

“Get to it,” he told her, eyes half-closed, but open enough to see the alluring sight of her gorgeous face confronted with his mammoth cock.

“Mmmm,” Wanda moaned, giggling, then looking up at him with a challenge in her witchy eyes. “Make me.”

He pushed her head down. Her mouth was open to slip over his girthy cockhead, going down all nine inches of his manhood but struggling as his length added up in her throat. It was a lot for her: Shang went easy on Wanda and eased up on the pressure, letting her move down gradually, inch by inch. She began to gag and he let up totally, only holding her in place. She dutifully sucked away, as much of his tool down her throat as she could safely handle—for now.

“You’re a good little cocksucker,” he groaned, petting the top of her ruffled hair.

Her enthusiasm more than made up for the fact that she couldn’t throat all of his prick. Shang wondered what she would say if she knew that Carol had already swallowed it all and taken his cum to boot.

He looked past Wanda’s lovely face to see Carol’s was still buried under Wanda’s bare buttocks, eyes shut as she sublimely enjoyed the taste she was lapping away at—not caring at all that Wanda’s mouth was otherwise occupied. All she wanted to do was lick and suck at the sweet pussy that was hers to enjoy.

Wanda’s own tongue ran wild over Shang’s fat cock. Saliva ran down what little of his length she couldn’t gulp; it pooled in his pubic hair and dripped from his balls. When Wanda’s head came off his shaft, she quickly set to work on his scrotum instead, rolling his testes around in her mouth like candy. She grew more and more excited, her lower body undulating, rolling with the lashes of Carol’s pleasuring tongue.

Shang’s hand tightened on Wanda’s hair; he drew her back and pulled back a little with his hips until she got the message and brought her mouth off of his sack. She looked up at him, wide eyes full of a kinky frustration. Wanda wanted to keep blowing him, but she knew he’d only make her stop if he had some other game to play.

He did.

“Put me inside her,” Shang said, and there was only one woman he could be referring to.

Expertly, Wanda guided him down below her half of the sixty-nine, to the pouting lips of Carol’s slit underneath her. Right before Wanda’s staring eyes, Shang’s knob nestled in the engorged labia. With a tremor of excitement, Shang bucked his hips forward and skewered into her. One thrust buried him deep in the moist recesses of Carol’s sex… all while Wanda watched in lascivious approval.

Carol felt every bit as good as he remembered. Hot and tight, her cunt accepted the full, swollen length of his manhood. Her pelvis bucked and jerked as he entered her, wrapping the clingy muscles of her sex around him, bathing his lustful hardness in the deliciousness of her body.

Wanda giggled, seeing up close how Carol’s flesh, her womanhood, roiled and clenched in reaction to being penetrated. She kissed the tuft of hair that crowned Carol’s slit, clearly wishing she could get more intimate with his cock and her cunt than simply watching. Then her eyes glazed over—obviously the effect of Carol still at work between her thighs. That would have to be intimacy enough for now.

Shang wanted to just stand there on the edge of the bed, feeling Carol surround his cock and Wanda’s luscious eyes on him, soaking in the twin warmings of Carol’s enjoyment and Wanda’s desire. But his body was too charged with lust to hold still. His hips inched back. His cock snaked away from the molten depths of Carol’s space as surely as they’d entered her. Then he slammed back inside, filling her to the hilt. Carol moaned with pleasure as she took the harsh impact.

“Yesssss,” she hissed when his pelvis came away, easing her impalement once again. “Yeah, like that! Give it to me! FUCK ME!”

Shang’s balls clenched. There was something desperately sexy about Carol asking him to fuck her. It wasn’t just words; her entire body was electric with the passion to be fucked. What escaped her mouth, the same as her moans and gasps, was less speech than pure desire made audible. He’d never imagined the dignified Avenger cursing, let alone begging for his cock.

Carol panted. It felt so fucking good having him inside her. Swollen and lengthy, his hard cock tunneled deep into her belly. He filled her, throbbed in her, sent waves of luscious want thundering through her wanton flesh.

If it wasn’t enough that his fat prick was fucking her, there was the wicked taste of forbidden fruit in Wanda being there, offering her open legs to Carol’s mouth and her own kisses to what was happening at Carol’s penetrated sex. It wasn’t just a fling—this was an orgy!

As tight as she’d ever been, she squeezed down in pleasure on Shang’s length, making herself a fleshy vise all around his girth. Striking an ecstatic friction on every inch of his member. Shang’s groans rose to joins her. Hard and fast, he drove into her. Giving her all he had until neither of them could take anymore.

Carol orgasmed; Shang couldn’t afford that luxury. He wrenched himself out of Carol’s sheath and offered his erection to Wanda, who eagerly returned to sucking its sizable length, all of it swathed in Carol’s delicious cream.

But Wanda felt the need to one-up what they’d done earlier—to give her lovers a little something extra and not rest on her laurels. And so she reached down to Carol’s well-used cunt and pressed her middle finger against the opening. Slowly, she inserted the finger into Carol’s trembling folds. She fingered Carol’s passage, the pad of her finger massaging Carol’s sensitized G-spot.

Carol didn’t know she was capable of coming hard so soon after her first climax, but she couldn’t resist. Kissing frantically at Wanda’s thighs, she felt herself give in. She came, but it was more than that. The passions of earlier hadn’t gone anywhere, but built and built. Now, overstimulated, overwhelmed, she came without any of her inhibitions—she had lost them in pleasure after pleasure. And her body answered Wanda and Shang’s caresses with all the response it was capable of.

The dark room lit up with a coruscating glow coming off of Carol’s naked body. Not the golden corona that came with her powers, but a shine centered in her groin and spreading out from there. Chromatically hued, the more it grew, the more the multitude of colors came to resemble a rainbow—a rainbow written in half-liquid emission as Carol jerked and erupted, something like a nebula frothing from her nether region, its cloudy contours shot through with dashes of prismatic color that dropped to the floor in splash after splash.

And it felt warm, as if her two lovers were fucking a bonfire, the heat both washing over their bodies and sinking deep inside them. But as spectacular as it was, it wasn’t enough to drive either of them to stop. Wanda kept at Shang’s erection and he lustfully fucked her face, actually able to see his endowment silhouetted inside of Wanda’s mouth with the otherworldly light pouring through them both.

“Keep going, Wanda,” Shang groaned out. “I’m almost there… get ready to swallow every drop of my cum! Suck me, sweetheart! Suck it all out and swallow everything I give you!”

Wanda gagged and choked, but bravely swallowed even more of him, his cockhead pressing into the back of the throat. She had to work hard not to ruin it—breathing through her nose—trying to force her slender throat to accept all nine fat inches that they both wanted inside her gullet.

Her finger went into Carol again and again, improvising a corkscrewing motion that spiraled into Carol’s G-spot over and over. The orgiastic sensations inside of Carol grew even more exciting. She had to keep herself from crying out, had to concentrate on satisfying Wanda’s own pussy.

“Shit! Here it comes!” Shang howled. He arched his back and at the same time Wanda slammed her finger into Carol as far as it would go, pressing her knuckles against the rippling slot.

Shang went off, a river of cum occupying Wanda’s mouth. She sucked away, trying to pull down his thick semen with most of her oral passage taken up by his trembling member. There was plenty of it that she missed, that ran from the corners of her mouth and dripped down onto Carol’s trembling lap.

Wanda sucked him for all she was worth, swallowing the rich, creamy seed gulp by gulp. His masculine aroma… all his sweat, his musk, and his semen… filled her nostrils and somehow made the witch suck even harder. Her teeth raked along his length as she suckled it, tongue swirling on the thickness of his manhood, flooding him with as much racing sensations as he was giving her. Shang hopped and jerked and trembled as he ecstatically rid himself of every drop weighing down his balls.

Wanda loved how his burning seed tasted in her mouth. Vision, obviously, hadn’t had any bodily fluids. Getting them from Shang made her want more and more. She milked him completely dry, sucking even after his glanshole was finally cleared. Then she pulled her finger away from Carol and kneaded his balls, letting her tongue trail up and down the front of his empty scrotum.

Feeling a particularly piquant lick at her nethers, Wanda remembered she wasn’t the only one being entertained here. She hauled her head back and cast a quick spell, licking her cum-stained lips and focusing on the gobs of spent semen on Shang’s belly, his pubic hairs. With a little whispering and a few gestures, Shang’s cock was rising again, his balls bloated with fresh cum.

“Her turn,” Wanda said, bowing her head to give Carol’s clit an indicatory flick with her white-dripping tongue.

“How many times are you going to do that to me?” Shang wondered aloud.

“How well are you going to satisfy the two of us?” Wanda retorted.