Agents of SHIELD: Blame It On The Xandarian Snails

Piper almost didn’t recognize Daisy and Jemma when they got back. Jemma’s purple blouse was unbuttoned well below her bust, showing her askew bra, with her slacks pulled so low that Piper could see Jemma’s panties across her waist. And Daisy’s catsuit was unzipped just as low, plunging under her breasts to show off so much of their sweet curvature that Daisy stopped looking like some imposing superhero and appeared more like a fetish model.

“Hi Piper,” Daisy said girlishly as she stumbled with Jemma onto the ship.

“Yes, hello Piper,” Jemma added. Both of them sounded high as a kite.

“We have a problem,” Daisy said. 

“Yes, a problem!” Jemma chimed.

“We, well, I—“ Daisy broke off, sticking out her tongue as her train of thought derailed. “Bleh. I can’t come, y’know? Look at me. S’ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous,” Jemma agreed, hugging Daisy and nodding sympathetically. 

“You… can’t?” Piper asked, finding it hard not to get sucked into the sleazy, drunken scenario unfolding before her, the two of them half-dressed, pawing at each other like a pair of overaffectionate sorority girls.

“We were talking,” Daisy barreled on, hugging Jemma back, the two’s state of dishabille making the friendly embrace far more erotic than Piper was prepared for. “I don’t have a boyfriend. She’s a widow, technically. So we both needed to come… and there’s two of us… and you know the saying…”

“It takes two!” Jemma cried, breaking out into giggles.

Daisy laughed too. “It takes two! It takes two!” She calmed down while Jemma buried her face in Daisy’s neck, stifling her ongoing laughter. “So we did it—and Jemma got off—but she sucks. At sucking. So I thought maybe I could teach her, but I don’t know anything about sucking either.”

“Guess you’re just a natural,” Jemma simpered, rubbing against Daisy now—sneaking a hand inside her catsuit to cup one pert breast. “I always thought you were juuuust a little butch… that sidecut you had once…”

“I never had a sidecut,” Daisy protested, as her hand sneaked around Jemma’s body and landed a few times on Jemma’s well-padded ass. She moaned happily, fondling its generous curves. “Piper… Piperpiperpiper… we thought…”

“Peter piper picked a patch of puh-puh-pfff…” Jemma tripped over her words.

“We thought,” Daisy insisted, “that since you’re a lezbo—“

“Lezzie,” Jemma corrected.

“Les—liz… LEBOWSKI!” Daisy concluded. “That you could teach us. Teach us how to fuck. Because I can do it to Jemma, but she can’t—oh, just look!”

Her hands shot up between the legs of Jemma and Piper, sending waves of vibrations directly into their womanhoods. Jemma cooed, grinning shakily as she rode out the orgasm she was clearly having, while Piper could only gape at the sudden influx of feeling. The low-level arousal of watching Jemma and Daisy touch each other, talk about fucking, was like a pool of gasoline that was suddenly lit up by Daisy’s quaking, lit up and fanned into higher and higher flames. 

She watched Jemma’s eyes roll back into her head, body quivering, hair fanning out from her head as if in zero-G while she climaxed, coming wetly into Daisy’s hand. Piper did the same—she felt herself swell, burst, two delicious orgasms flaring through her, leaving her panties soaked, her body trembling inside with aftershocks that had nothing to do with Daisy’s power.

Daisy released them, running her wet hands over her face, basking in the juices of both Piper and Jemma. “Can’t do that to myself,” she groused, even as she savored the feel of the two women’s cream on her skin. “I lose control of my quakes and I can’t fuck myself like I just fucked you. It’s bullshit.”

Piper couldn’t listen to anymore. Fuck restraint. Her co-workers had turned into two hot, bicurious whores and she wasn’t questioning it at all. She grabbed Daisy and pulled their bodies together, pushing her knee between the other woman’s legs. She might’ve been wet, might’ve been soaked from coming so hard, but Daisy was nice and damp too.

“You’re dripping,” Piper teased. “I think watching us come turned you on.”

Quake quivered herself, the light shimmering on the fine sheen of sweat that covered her beautiful face and ran down her olive skin to coat her voluptuous breasts. “Everything about you turns me on,” she said, reaching around Piper’s body to mold her hands to Piper’s tight ass.

Piper flexed her thigh, rubbing it into Daisy’s wet slit, then lowering her face into Daisy’s swollen cleavage, kissing and licking up the sweetly salty wetness before pulling aside her costume and sucking on the juicy nipples themselves. Her tongue swiped over them and her teeth crushed into their hardness. She pushed Daisy against Jemma, who obligingly held her up as Piper pulled her zipper down and ran kisses along the exposure, wet kisses that left a chain of saliva from Daisy’s breasts down to the sparse pubic hair where she wore no panties.

“Naughty girl, huh?” Piper breathed. “Wearing no panties under your costume. Must make it feel real good when you squirm around on long missions—maybe quake a little just for fun. God, you slut, I can’t believe we’ve gone so long on this mission without you two whores fucking each other. And now you’ve got me muff-diving with you. Let’s see how Jemma did—not that it’d take much to make a dirty slut like you come your brains out…”

Pulling the zipper all the way down between Daisy’s legs, Piper pressed her lips to Daisy’s cunt, finding it tasted strongly of lingering juices. Jemma had made Daisy hot, just as they’d said, and Piper whipped her tongue up and down in Daisy, licking up every drop she could find of Daisy’s arousal, with a fresh tide of lust bathing Daisy’s folds as Piper stimulated her. 

Daisy moaned and locked her hands on Piper’s head, holding her in place. “Oh yeah! Right there, yes, NO, just a little bit lower… hnnnn! Fuck! Yes! I’m coming! Hhhhaa!”

Piper latched her lips to Daisy’s slit and sucked down what felt like gallons of her wetness, filling her belly like Daisy had been backed up, needing to come for all the times Jemma had gotten off without her. Piper wiped her mouth and smirked. “Now I have to do my make-up again. So, you two still wanna get fucked?”

Five minutes later, Piper was back, naked, the only thing she wore the dildo that was bound to her hips by a series of straps. It was at least as long as any cock Jemma or Daisy had ever seen, but it was twice as thick, as big around as a woman’s wrist. The cockhead stood out slick and wet from the lubricant Piper had smeared it with.

Piper didn’t waste any time in conversation. She pushed Daisy down to her knees and forced the dildo inside her mouth, hands on Daisy’s head to keep her plunging back and forth on its silicone length even as Daisy gagged from having the strap-on protrude so deeply into her throat.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” Piper sneered. “You may look good as a SHIELD agent, but you look even better on your knees, you half-Asian whore. Yeah, you love me long time. Jemma, get the fuck over here.”

Grabbing Jemma by her undone blouse, Piper pulled her close, then ripped open her blouse so hard buttons went flying. Both halves now hung slack on either side of her full breasts. Piper grabbed the bra and, with a savage jerk, ripped it right off. With Jemma’s chest bare, Piper left Daisy to gag and gurgle on her strap-on while she roughly massaged Jemma’s breasts, even slapping them to watch them jiggle, Jemma crying out at the impact and then keening happily as her shaking breasts settled. In a minute, her nipples were stiffly puckered, throbbing. Jemma was hungry for more when Piper let go of her teats, instead pushing the British woman down next to Daisy.

“You’re just as much a whore as she is,” Piper hissed, holding the two women by the hair in each hand. “So it’s your turn. Sucky, sucky, Jemma. Show me what that cock-hungry mouth is going to do when you find Fitz. Yeah, show that dyke Quake how you keep a man…”

Jemma did as she was told, shouldering Daisy aside, spitting on Piper’s dildo and then closing her hand around it, pumping the added lubrication up and down. Daisy figured that as long as Jemma was attending to the dildo, she should attend to Jemma. She ran her hands over Jemma’s breasts and down under her slacks, while Jemma opened herself, spreading her legs and shivering as Daisy’s hand worked against her wet folds.

Jemma’s eyes crossed, forgetting the dildo stretching her mouth to think only of Daisy’s fingers massaging her pussy. Then Piper grabbed her head and started fucking her throat again, Jemma gurgling as Piper invaded her gullet.

“Let’s both fuck her,” Piper told Daisy, still rutting into Jemma’s gullet. “Eat her pussy, Daisy. You’re too much of a whore for just cock.”

Together, they wrestled Jemma onto her back, Piper jackhammering down into her straining jaws while Daisy skimmed her pants down and buried her face in Jemma’s lap. The Englishwoman groaned and kicked away her pants, rolling her naked hips to Daisy’s mouth while Piper watched, eyes bright with excitement.

Daisy sucked ferociously at Jemma’s cunt, making her come, pussy flooding with juices, filling Daisy’s mouth and spilling all over her face. Daisy rubbed herself in it, coating her entire face in Jemma’s syrupy juices before looking up at Piper.

“Fuck her, Piper,” she hissed. “It’s what she wants. She wants a big cock in her tight little snatch.”

Jemma shook her head. As much as she wanted that, she wanted to see Daisy get fucked even more. “It’s her turn. Fuck her pussy, Piper! I wanna see you fuck her brains out!” she pleaded.

Piper grinned and stepped on Daisy, pressing her down to the ground, the experienced agent letting herself be held down, letting herself be nothing more than Piper’s bitch. “You sweet fucking whore,” Piper purred. “You’re the best cocksucker I’ve ever seen. Now I want to fuck your tight little cunt. I want a piece of that fat ass.”

She came down on top of Daisy, mounting her, while Daisy squealed and wrapped her legs around her domineering lover to tie their bodies together. Daisy squirmed against her, searching for the strap-on; Piper gripped it and guided it to the opening of Daisy’s wet lips before pumping her hips and sliding the dildo deep into Daisy’s steamy channel.

Daisy ground her hips in time with the rhythm Piper set. She looked frantically at Jemma, motioning to her with her eyes. Jenna went to her, lowering a swaying breast into her mouth. Daisy clamped her lips around the juicy pink nipple at its tip, tickling with her tongue and desperately sucking.

“Oh Lord!” Jemma panted, watching Daisy jerk her hips up to meet Piper’s thrusting strap-on. “Yes, yes, Daisy, Piper, ghhh, keep sucking, keep fucking, wild, hot—ooooo!”

Daisy bit down on Jemma’s teat until the Englishwoman had to pull away, unable to take it. Then she hissed: “Let me eat you while Piper fucks me!”

Jemma didn’t gainsay her superior officer. She straddled Daisy’s face, dropping her cunt down onto Daisy’s waiting mouth. The kiss Daisy gave her swollen sex was exquisite. Jemma felt every flicker of Daisy’s flaming tongue and every greedy suckle of her full red lips. Her honey streamed out of her, covering Daisy’s face, even moreso when Jemma ground her cunt into her, smearing her juices into Daisy’s supple skin.

Daisy moved her head and Jemma gasped, feeling the Asian’s tongue lapping at her asshole. Then she felt its tip slither inside of her anus and she wailed, her body writhing in a mind-blowing orgasm, her pussy clenching as she came again and again and again.