As the blue convertible pulled to a stop in the strip club parking lot, Sheri leaned over and gave Lily a kiss full on the lips. Both girls were splayed out in the back seat. Sheri jumped out and as she walked away, waved to Al in the driver's seat. Sheri turned back and watched the car pull away. "Was that woman in the back still naked?" The question seemed to come from an empty UPS truck parked a few feet away. The red head turned and regarded the truck.
"Techie, is that you?" She asked. "Was you following us the whole way here?"
"I was supposed to be giving you a ride," said the truck. It folded up and in on itself, reforming into a roughly humanoid figure about 8 feet tall. The robot looked down on Sheri, with more than a little amusement.
"You were late, rattletrap! I needed a ride to make sure I got here in time." Sheri brushed back her long hair with her fingers and looked down at her clothes. She was wearing just a `Hard Rock Caf‚' T-shirt and a pair of cutoffs. She didn't mind the sensation of not wearing a bra, but after a couple hours of intense stimulation her pussy needed something more comfortable than just denim on her crotch. She wasn't wearing panties either. "Did you bring my bag?"
A small door opened in the robot's chest revealing a black, nylon sports bag. Sheri took it and walked around to one side of the club, to an area concealed by brush. "You got a ride all right!" Techie shook his head and followed. "I've never seen anyone do that with an ear of corn before. Didn't it hurt?" When they were both concealed from the parking lot by the brush, Sheri opened the bag and set it on the ground. She began to strip.
"Not if you do it right!" Once she was naked she set her clothes in the bag and pulled out a black, one-piece outfit that slipped on tightly over her curvaceous form, covering her lower torso and abdomen. It clung tightly to her breasts with strips of adhesive. Next, she attached a wide white belt around her waist that buckled with a cloisonn‚ emblem of a maraschino cherry, it's stem lit on the end like a cartoon bomb. Finally she slipped on black bracers and boots. "Ah, it's good to be back in adaptive molecules again!." She pulled out a small mirror and case and brushed on some rouge and mascara.
"Is the make-up really necessary?" The robot was looking around. "We're going to be late."
"What time is it?" She was brushing her hair now, checking in her mirror to make sure it looked neat to where it ended in the middle of her back.
"2:29 A.M. and 25 seconds, according to the atomic clock." He looked back at her zipping up her bag. "You've got 35 seconds left." The door in his chest opened again, allowing her to stow her bag.
"You can be so anal sometimes!"
"Don't you know it!" He said with pride. A massive mechanical phallus extended itself from his lower torso. He thrust out his hips and posed with arms akimbo for a moment. She giggled and pushed on the phallus until it had retracted and sealed itself away with a click.
"Later!" She said. "Now let's get inside. Rook wants this guy Sunder under lock and key as soon as possible, so he can negotiate for Megalith's release from prison." She strode confidently towards the front door of the strip club.
Techie stopped and looked to the road somewhat longingly. "Why are we doing this again?"
"So we can get paid!" She glared at him until he was standing behind her at the door. "Now come over here, let's get this over with!"
Big Ed's Strip Club was one of the few intelligent investments Sunder had made since joining BOSS. The Bureau Office of Special Services paid its operatives well for their work, but was not as lucrative as the hauls made by a moderately successful supervillain. The club Sunder had built was raking in money hand over fist. It had already paid for itself, and he was tentatively looking into building a second location. He sat back in his custom-built lounge chair and smiled in satisfaction as Candy, his favorite stripper, took the stage.
The outside door opened and all eyes turned to regard the two strange figures who had entered the room. The first was a red head, about 5'10", wearing a costume emblazoned with a single cherry on her waist. The stem was lit like a bomb. Behind her stood an 8 foot tall robot. He had to duck to get in the door, and now stood there blocking the exit and regarding the scene coolly.
Sunder stood. He was 7 foot tall himself, so the girl had to look way up to meet his gaze as she strode confidently up to him. What's more he was 5 feet wide and made of solid muscle. "What's this about?" He asked. He glared slightly, but she didn't appear to be intimidated. Five of the seven patrons left in the bar moved off, giving the girl plenty of room. The other two were too inebriated to move, and sat propped in their chairs watching ESPN on the single big screen TV that adorned the room.
"I was hoping for an audition." She strutted up to him and placed her hands on his chest.
"We're not hiring." He didn't like the look of her one bit. She was going to be trouble.
"Are you sure? My act can be quite." She leaned forward to whisper the last word and two of the standing patrons dived for cover behind the stage. ". explosive." And with that the club was rocked by a massive shock as the molecules of the girls body explosively disassociated themselves. Sunder was thrown back to the wall. What remained of his clothing hung in tatters on his body. The hair on his body and face had been seared off. The remains of his chair burned at his feet.
"Shit," was all he could think. "I knew I should have worn my costume under my clothes." The patrons and staff scattered with remarkably few injuries. The two drunks watching TV had been blown towards the stage, and were now laying on the floor unconscious. The alcohol had relaxed them so thoroughly though that they'd wake up in a few minutes with nothing more than nasty headaches.
One of the two patrons who had dived behind the stage now vaulted over and hung in the air. Her clothes were bathed in static as they shifted to become a yellow and blue skintight body suit. She raised her arms and lightning erupted out at the stricken giant. Sunder was stunned helpless, unable to react. "I win Stretch! I told you he couldn't be circumcised!"
The other would-be patron behind the stage shot out of his clothes like a rubber band and landed on Sunder. He was dressed in a red and yellow coating of adaptive molecules. His face was partially concealed by a red domino mask, fitted with yellow lenses. "I'll kiss your ass later, Joule!" His arms wrapped around Sunder several times, stretching out like elastic. Then he extended his legs around two columns placed on either side of the door where the robot stood. "Business first!" His legs contracted, launching him and the overgrown club owner at the door. "Incoming!" he yelled with glee, letting go just of Sunder just as they reached the entrance way.
The robot stepped aside and opened the door, allowing Sunder to fly unimpeded out the door. A crash followed, indicating Sunder had struck one of the vehicles parked outside. Techie continued to hold the door as Joule flew out the door, quickly followed by Stretch, running on fantastically long legs. "Coming, Cherry Bomb?" He asked. She was already beginning to resolidify on stage.
"Just let me pull myself together," she smiled. "I'll be there in a moment."
Techie walked out, and quickly saw where the action had resumed. Joule hovered over the ground about 20 feet from the car that Sunder had wrecked in his landing. He was trying to stand just as she played the wreck with electricity, igniting the ruptured gas tank and engulfing Sunder and the car in flames. Sunder screamed in rage and ran from the inferno. He plowed into Stretch standing nonchalantly nearby and began to pummel him mercilessly with his massive fists. The blows had no effect. It was like punching taffy.
"Boy, are you upset! Got a bug up your ass or something?" Stretch's neck and arm extended out under Sunder's crotch and regarded his posterior as Sunder continued pummeling the rest of his body. Stretch pushed one elongated finger between the clenched cheeks and deep into his anus as if searching for something. Sunder howled in surprise and grabbed Stretch's neck from between his legs, pulling it up until he regarded the plastic foe face to face. "Nothing in there!" He announced. "You know, hairless is a good look for you." Sunder balled him up using both hands and tossed him over his shoulder into the fire, eliciting a satisfying yelp of pain.
"Surrender yourself, Sunder!" Cherry Bomb was walking out the front door. "We don't want to kill you, we just need you to cooperate for awhile."
"And if I refuse?" Sunder was furious, but already reeling from the battering he had taken.
"C'mon, Ed," she pleaded. "We're too much for you and you know it. If you resist you'll get hurt. If you give in you'll be treated fairly until we can negotiate a trade with BOSS."
Sunder regarded them for a second. They had a point. But it was not an option. If he knuckled under now his reputation would be ruined and he'd be branded a coward. He shook his head. "No dice, bitch. Come and get me." And Cherry Bomb moved to do just that.
"Is this really what you consider a fair fight, Joule?" A man stood atop a wave of water in the parking lot just outside the action. He was dressed in a bodysuit that was adorned with a blue and white ripple effect. He raised his hands and a torrent of water erupted from them at Joule. She tried to dodge, but was knocked back and stunned by the force of the water.
"We realize you didn't need the help," two women stood in front of the building regarding Sunder, Techie, and Cherry bomb. One was dressed in shimmering blue tights and a double breasted jacket, adorned with epaulets and gold braid with stars. She had gold and white gloves and boots. The other wore a black bodysuit from her wrists to her ankles, with white gloves and boots. She was decorated with a wide belt, inset with several large buttons. This was the woman who spoke. "But it was either this or sit home watching pro-wrestling again." She tapped a button on her belt and leaped into the air at Cherry Bomb.
"Naughty girl," Techie slammed her hard with one metal arm, knocking her to the ground. "Mustn't touch." She fell to her knees momentarily and Techie seized the opportunity. He moved in behind her and pinned down her arms trapping her.
"Fuck her up good, Techie!" Cherry Bomb smiled. "Sunder can wait, we'll bring Rook a whole set of heroes."
"Good idea, Cherry!" Techie's groin opened, extending a small blade that whipped forward, slitting open the crotch of Stim's costume. The blade then retracted to be replaced by two mechanical cocks, the top one slightly thinner and more flexible, the bottom covered by small bumps and ridges. He pushed forward with his hips and Stim gasped as he filled both of her bottom-most holes.
"Dream on, Cherry!" Blazon raised her sequined gloves and blasted the red-haired woman with a bolt of concussive light. The bolt took Cherry by surprise and it knocked her back through the door of the club. Blazon turned towards Techie, but there was nothing she dared do while the robot had Stim pinned like that.
Stim struggled futilely against Techie's vise-like grip. Her stim-belt was set to boost her agility, which she had figured to be the most useful against Cherry Bomb, but that wasn't doing her any good now. The button to boost her strength was out of reach while the robot gripped her. There was only one button she could reach. She have to give it a try. With a click, the button depressed and her system was drained of its agility stimulating energy, to be replaced by a strange aphrodisiac pulse. She felt her sexuality increase by tenfold.
Surge had Joule on the ground. His blasts of water kept her pinned to the ground as he watched the others battle on. "You should be happy, Joule. A lot of girls would do anything to have my living water washing over every orifice of their body." Joule used his inattention against him. While he stared at the battle between Stim and Techie, she built up a charge and let loose. The electricity flowed through his liquid body, overpowering him. He fell back unconscious. As the water returned to his body Joule noticed his costume disappear too, apparently it had been formed from the water as well.
"Can't get rid of me that easy!" Stretch shouted and leapt up on Sunder's back, stretching out wrapping around several times. Blazon turned and leveled her arms at Stretch's head a second too late. "C'mere you!" With one hand he pulled back the foreskin on Sunder's cock, the other he wrapped around Blazon's head and shoulders - pulling her to head down to Sunder's crotch and forcing his cock into her mouth.
Sunder gasped and tried to pull back, but there was nothing he could do without the risk of hurting Blazon. The sensations on his cock were already causing it to stir. Blazon nearly gagged as the cock quickly grew to fill her mouth. She couldn't see, Stretch covered her eyes, and she couldn't blast him without the possibility of knocking out herself or Sunder. There was only one way out. She began to suck greedily on the monster cock.
Sunder felt weak, he wasn't expecting Blazon to do this - at least not so quick. Stretch was amazed. "Whoo! She can't get enough of that, can she?" He shifted his mass around and brought one hand behind Blazon's ass. A quick tug brought her blue tights down to mid thigh. She struggled slightly, but couldn't go far. Stretch extended two fingers and pushed one into each of the available holes, then lengthened each and expanded it to fill the available space. Blazon was filled to the brim on all 3 holes and moaned as she tried in vain to struggle free. Sunder watched in dismay, his cock was getting even harder but he tried his best to contain himself.
"I think you're liking this a bit too much!" Stretch grinned evilly and Sunder felt pressure on his own ass again. Something pushed in and expanded, it must be Stretch's other hand, then began a short, even fucking motion.
Stim meanwhile was rocking violently back and forth on Techie's dildos. She moaned and writhed like an expensive whore. Techie hadn't expected this. His dildos had feedback sensors distributed across their length, giving him similar sensations to what a normal man would feel. Except that he had one in Stim's pussy, and another in her ass - giving him twice the sensation. Stim shuddered in orgasm but kept right on bucking, Techie was going wild. He tried to pull back, but as soon as he released her arms Stim grabbed his and kept right on going. Techie felt his own orgasm, but being locked in a robotic body had no way to release. With the constant stimulation his robot cock refused to retract. He felt a second orgasm, and a third. He was overloading. His vision blanked, then finally all sensory input ceased. The robot slumped back to the ground. Stim lay on her hands and knees still shuddering, dripping with juice and sweat, the ass and pussy of her bodysuit hung in tatters. She pushed the button on her belt that would enhance her endurance, allowing her to recover more quickly.
The constant sucking of his cock and the finger fucking he was receiving from Stretch were too much for Sunder. He bucked his hips violently and began to spurt cum down uncontrollably Blazon's throat. Blazon swallowed once, twice, three times - not spilling a drop. All the while Stretch kept up the rhythm in his ass. It was too much ,and Sunder passed out falling flat on his back.
Stretch held Blazon on the ground where she had been sucking Sunder's cock. She knelt on all fours rocking back against his fingers as he finished what he had begun. He alternated the sizes of his fingers so that when the one in her ass was large, the one in her pussy was smaller, and vice versa. He kept alternating back and forth until she too shuddered in orgasm. Then he pulled the fingers from her crotch and stuck the one from her pussy, dripping with her juices, into her mouth. He uncovered her eyes and regarded her with a grin. "Finger lickin' good!" He said.
A flash of light erupted from her eyes to his. Stretch's brain couldn't cope with the intensity and suddenness of the attack, and he collapsed unconscious to the ground. "I'm the best," she said as she pulled up her tights and straightened her jacket. Most people thought that her power somehow resided in her hands, but she could project light from anywhere on her body. With her eyes covered she couldn't risk shooting blindly and injuring a teammate, but she knew Stretch would eventually have to see her face if she complied. Sunder was resting peacefully, so she helped Stim to her feet and regarded the scene. Techie and Stretch were down - two to go.
"All right, don't move!" Cherry Bomb sat on the naked, unconscious form of Surge, Joule stood nearby - arms crossed and smiling. "We're leaving here with our people and Sunder. If you try to stop us your friend here will be reduced to a minor drizzle." Stim and Blazon took a step back. "Joule, go jump-start our friend Techie please. We'll need a truck."
As Cherry Bomb turned to Joule, Surge made his move. He pushed up on Cherry Bomb and used a blast of water to propel her into Joule, knocking them both into the outside wall of the club. He stood quickly and proceeded to spray them both mercilessly with jets of water, keeping them immobile and off balance. After a few seconds he had knocked Joule unconscious and concentrated on keeping Cherry Bomb next to her. As long as they stayed next to each other Cherry Bomb couldn't risk exploding.
Stim moved over and stripped off Joule's uniform before using it to tie the two girls together. She secured their arms first, then tied them back to back around the waist. Finally she brought the uniform down between their legs. They were tied together intimately. She ripped a long strip from her own pants to blindfold Joule as well. Surge turned off his spray and Cherry Bomb glared at them. "We'll be back on the street in 12 hours tops," she spat.
"Maybe," Stim smiled and regarded her, "but I don't think your boss will be too happy that he lost again."
"I'll get you for this."
"Be careful," said Stim. "I might like it!" She rubbed her swollen pussy and winked.
Sgt. Muldoon felt something tap his shoulder. He turned and looked but no one was there. "Right here!" There was a tiny man on his shoulder in a tight blue and grey uniform with padded jacket, boots, and gloves. His face was covered by a grey half-mask. Muldoon recognized him quickly from the briefing his department had received on BOSS agents.
"Microjack?" he said tentatively.
"The one and only," the figure replied. He still stood casually on the police sergeant's shoulder. "What have we got, Chief?"
"Some crazy mutant called `Blackfang' has got an office full of women hostage. He isn't making demands, but he's threatening to kill them if we try to interfere." The sergeant was having a hard time talking to his shoulder so he turned back to regard the scene. "Your partner, Silver Arrow, got here a few minutes ago. She took up a sniper's position across the alley from him - but she wouldn't tell us what she had planned."
"Hmmmn," Microjack reflected for a few seconds. "I'd better go in and take a look."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Don't worry, Chief. We'll call you if we need you." Microjack jumped off and started towards the building. Despite his size, he could still leap significant distances. In a few bounds he was past the police line and had entered the building almost completely unnoticed. He took the stairs up to the third floor and moved carefully down the hall toward the Buffalo Run Travel Agency. From what he remembered of this Blackfang's dossier he had a collection of were- wolf like abilities. He stood erect, but covered in fur and with the head and feet of a wolf. His fingers and toes were tipped with wicked claws, and he could regenerate almost any injury in minutes. He was also determined to have a wolf's hearing and sense of smell. That made it a good possibility that even though he'd have a hard time seeing someone Microjack's current size - he may have no problem smelling him out. Luckily the windows in the office Blackfang had hostage were open a few inches, so the breeze blew out from under the door. He peered through the gap between the door and the floor and gaped at what he saw.
The women were in various states of undress, and bound. They were draped across chairs and desks, or lay sprawled on the floor. Despite their state, most were quiet and at ease. The were-wolf had one woman, the manager it appeared, face down across a desk. Her top was ripped open leaving her breasts exposed and her skirt was hiked up around her waist. Her face showed a mixture of panic, humiliation, and a strange ecstasy as he humped her from behind. His hands gripped her hips tightly, and pulled her ass into him as he thrust again and again. He approached the nearest woman, lying on the floor, apparently exhausted. He approached her from behind and could see from the way her crotch had been hastily removed from her jeans, and the cum still oozing from between her swollen pussy lips, that she too had been raped.
This made no sense. Why would he hold all of these women, simply to rape them? From the state of them, he seemed to have cum in each of them too. Microjack was certainly no slouch, but a man cumming 6 times in just a couple hours? That wasn't human! Well, obviously Blackfang wasn't human - but he was definitely missing something here.
Blackfang growled and tightened his stance, holding the woman tight to his crotch. The look on her face showed a strangely subdued ecstasy - like an addict taking a hit. Then she slumped to the desk, semiconscious at best as he withdrew with a satisfied look. His pink hairless penis stuck out on his body like a beacon. It was still hard. He looked around the office, as if he intended to rape them each again. His guard was down, it was Microjack's best chance.
"Down, Rover!" He yelled and grew to full height with his fist pointed at Blackfang's jaw. "Take a cold shower or something!" The blow connected with the full force of his swing added to his expanding size. Blackfang was tossed back against the outside window, shattering it. The blow fazed him only a second though, before he turned on Microjack snarling. He leapt forward a swung with razor sharp claws at the area Microjack had been standing in. Luckily, Microjack managed to shrink his form down again and he stood at Blackfang's feet only 3 inches tall. Splatt! Splatt! Raw energy erupted from Microjack's hands and connected with the were-wolf's chest. Blackfang fell back singed and then lunged again. This time he connected, but with only the palm of his hand. Microjack was thrown to the wall and imbedded in the plaster - stunned. Blackfang advanced menacingly, looking rabid and a little hungry.
Before Microjack could react, a dark form filled the window.
Blackfang turned to regard it foolishly and Silver Arrow aimed and released a namesake at her target. The arrow sliced neatly through the were-wolf's still erect penis and pinned it to his leg. He howled in pain and Microjack reacted. He quickly grew to full size in the wall, his feet forward and aimed at Blackfang's head. The blow struck and the were-wolf slumped down stunned against the far wall.
Silver Arrow surveyed the scene around her in revulsion.
"Just as I thought, you bastard." She quickly drew and let fly another arrow, this one had a wide forked tip. It struck between Blackfang's legs just beneath and to one side of the first arrow, neatly piercing his scrotum and severing his balls where they hung. A third arrow followed, this time she used her mutant ability. As she drew the bow she placed a charge of energy on the arrow. When it struck the energy charge was released, leaving the arrow itself unharmed - but causing a grenade-like explosion that ruptured the severed testicles and splattered their remains across the office.
Microjack ducked behind a desk to avoid the pray, then turned to regard his companion. She was dressed in a silver and black tunic, with black tights, boots, and bracers. Her head was mostly covered by a black executioner-style hood, except for the area around her mouth and silver lips. She looked stern, as usual. All business. "What was that for?" he asked.
"He can't regenerate wounds caused by silver - and there's no way a doctor can reattach those for him now." The were-wolf wined pathetically. He was hunched over, hands hovering around his burnt and mutilated privates, unwilling to touch them. He wouldn't be bothering anyone for awhile. She continued. "Werewolves don't actually reproduce their kind by biting a victim. That's a misconception. Lycanthropy is hereditary." She looked directly at Microjack. "He was trying to have a litter of tiny wolf-people to pass things on to."
Microjack looked at the victims scattered around the office.
"It looks like he succeeded." He untied the arms of the woman on the desk in front of him. She didn't move. All of the victims still lay used and exposed, looking enthralled. "Why are they acting like this?" "The emissions have a soporific effect. The victim won't even remember being raped." She reached down into the bottom of her quiver and pulled out two 8 inch long dildos. They gleamed in the light of the open window. She handed one to Microjack, then walked around the desk and proceeded to push the other deep into the woman's exposed pussy. "Now let's hurry before the cops come up here."
Microjack was a little surprised, but found himself becoming quickly erect watching Silver Arrow push the dildo all the way into the woman and twist, then pull partway out and push in again at slightly different angles. The gooey white sperm seemed to evaporate at its touch. "Uh, what are you doing"
She looked up annoyed. "Werewolves are vulnerable to silver right?" He nodded, glancing at Blackfang still huddled in the corner. "There sperm is even more so. One touch from these silver dildos and their rendered harmless." Microjack looked at the dildo in his hand, another question was forming in his mind. Silver Arrow blushed slightly through her mask and turned back to her work. "They're for special occasions, OK? These girls need our help." Microjack turned and went to work quickly on the next one. Within a few minutes they were satisfied that the sperm had been neutralized and Silver Arrow yelled for the police to come up. Silver Arrow returned her dildos to her quiver just as the victims began to stir.
"This is Channel 10 News' `Eye on the City', we're trying to get the latest from BOSS agent Microjack on the recent hostage situation." The reporter turned and the camera panned to Microjack standing by an ambulance where the victims were being examined. "Microjack, what can you tell us."
"Well, there's not much to say. As soon as word got out that there was a parahuman involved in the situation, BOSS dispatched agent Silver Arrow and myself to the scene to aid police." He smiled slightly, trying to look casual. "I waited for an opportunity to catch the perpetrator off guard, and then signaled to my associate for assistance."
"And there you have it, Phil," the reporter said to an unseen anchor man back at the studio. "We'll have more on the condition of the suspect and his victims at a police press conference shortly." "Microjack! Microjack!" A woman in her early 20's, apparently one of the victims, came from off around the rescue vehicle and embraced him. "I want to thank you for saving me! I'm yours! I'll do anything you want!" She was all over him, trying to kiss him - but he pushed her back gently.
"I'm sorry, miss. You've had a traumatic experience, you're not in control right now. I just did what needed to be done." He stepped back and with a wave to the camera shrunk down and leapt away. The cameras turned to the young woman, but several police officers moved in and escorted them away before they could talk to her.
She had a quizzical look, and felt down between her breasts. A small crumb of
some kind nestled in her cleavage began to grow and expanded to the size of a
business card. She took it out and looked at the writing in one side.
I like to keep in close contact with my fans, away from the eyes of the public. If you'd like to meet me, I'll be at room 133 of the Super 6 Motel tonight after 8 PM. Ask at the front desk for the key.' It was signed MJ'.
She smiled.
He opened the door to the hotel room about 8:10 that evening. The sky was dark and this room faced the empty back area of the parking lot. No one would see him enter. He closed the door behind him and saw that the overhead lights were off, but a soft glow came from the small lamp beside the bed. He smiled. Someone was in the room.
As he came around the corner from the entry way he saw her, lying out on the bed. She wore a bustier and French-cut panties in a tapestry print. Her long blonde hair was splayed out across the pillow and her shoulders. She regarded him with dreamy, half-closed eyes. He moved in and sat on the bed, leaning over her and looking deep into her eyes. "We don't have a lot of time. My partner is expecting to go over some paperwork in a few hours." He kissed her once deeply, their tongues entwined.
"Your partner?" she asked.
"She's all business." He slid back on the bed moved his head down in line with her crotch.
"I don't know if." She trailed off. He had pulled aside the front of her panties, exposing her pussy. The lips were red and slightly swollen. She had been masturbating. His tongue slid neatly into the slit of her pussy, licking slowly up and down. Then centering his attention on the clitoris he began to manipulate it with his tongue using a slow circular motion. "I. I." She couldn't speak and groaned slightly and he began to increase the speed and pressure. He moved back a second and tugged on the straps of her panties. She raised her hips, allowing him to slip them off. Her pussy hair was neatly shaved and trimmed. He kissed her pubic area gently in appreciation before resuming.
As he tongued her clit he began to probe with his index finger. She was warm and quite moist, so he followed with a second. He pushed gently in to the third knuckle and began to feel around, brushing lightly then massaging the inner walls. Her breathing quickened, and in less than a minute she shuddered in orgasm. He pulled out his fingers and stood. As she looked up at him he seemed to disappear into his clothes, which then fell empty to the floor. Something jumped on the bed, and she soon realized that he was 6 inches tall and standing naked between her legs. She was apprehensive, and shifted slightly on the bed, but said nothing.
He moved forward until he stood directly in front of her pussy. He lifted one leg an rubbed his foot along the lips, lubricating it, then pushed gently in. It felt strange and she watched wide eyed in fascination as he did the same for his other leg. The walls of her pussy pushed in with sufficient force to keep him roughly centered, lying in her pussy like a dildo. Bracing himself with his arms against the sides of her pussy entrance he began to draw his legs back and then pushed forward into her pussy. He repeated this several times, and then began to separate his legs - rubbing his feet in various spots along the walls of her vagina.
He managed to find spots more sensitive than others, and began to rub one of those with one foot until he found what he was looking for. She arched her back and contracted her pussy - nearly expelling him. He rubbed the spot more gently. She reached between her legs and used two fingers, one placed on each of his shoulders, to help him stay in. He twisted his body to the side, back and forth, covering himself with her juices as he began to push again with his feet. The effect was incredible. Her head tilted back, and her pussy walls expanded and contracted in response. She had a hard time helping him to stay in.
With his hands freed of the task of keeping him in he reached out with one and began to gently massage her clit with his entire palm. She rocked her hips and shuddered. She held him tightly inside as her muscles tensed and he continued his actions until she trembled violently and finally expelled him with a gush of juices. They lay on the bed together. She was damp with sweat, he with her orgasm. He brought himself to feet and walked back to her exposed pussy. He kneeled in front of it and began to grow.
"Ooh," she said as he reached the size of a child and pushed his tiny dick into her. "Ahh," she said as he reached the size of a small man. "Mmmm," signified his return to normal size. She wriggled slightly, impaled on his shaft. "I didn't think you could grow bigger too," she cooed.
"I can't," he said. "This is just what I have to work with."
"It's plenty!" She brought her legs up and he pulled them up so that they rested on his shoulders. He quickly worked into a steady rhythm pumping fast and deep. He kept this up for a minute, driving her wild, but it tired him out quickly. He pulled out in a smooth motion and nudged her to turn over. She laid down on her stomach and he mounted her from behind, driving his cock in quickly to the hilt and rubbing the back of her vagina with the tip. She was already sensitive from the probing he had given her with his feet and she quickly came again, tensing her muscles. Prompting him to hold his cock in all the way as she struggled against it.
He flipped over on his back. He had not yet spent his load - but the effort was already taking its toll. She pushed herself up on all fours and smiled up at him as she gently to his softening cock into her mouth. It was sweet with her own juices, and she sucked greedily on the large member. It quickly became erect again. She released it long enough to push his legs apart and lie down between them. Then, taking the base of his shaft with one hand she began to lick and suck gently on his scrotum. The heat from her pussy had caused it to sag, but with the stimulation of her tongue it pulled itself tighter. She worked her way up the flesh that joined it to his cock, and licked circles around the base of the shaft as she moved in her other hand to continue massaging his balls. He shifted his legs further apart, giving her clearer access. It felt magical.
She brought her lips together, kissing and sucking her way up the shaft of his cock until she reached the head again. Then, with one hand pumping gently at the base of the cock, and the other massaging his balls and crotch, she began to suck his cock in earnest. The friction of her lips and hands, and the pressure of her tongue finally brought him to an incredible climax. He arched his back, but she hung on relentlessly. Deep throating his cock, swallowing every drop of cum until he stopped spasming and lay back on the bed relieved. She went to all fours again next to him on the bed and whispered, "there's a dildo in my bag under the bed." She smiled. "Finish me off!" He smiled back and sat up. This girl was amazing, after all this she still wanted more. If he could have managed he'd have just jumped on her again - but the day was taking its toll. He reached under the bed and pulled out a black sports bag. He opened it and rummaged around. There were clothes, toiletries, a paperback book, then he felt it. He pulled out a dildo, about 8 inches long. At first he thought it was covered in chrome, but he quickly realized that was not quite right.
"Silver?" He looked at her confused.
"Oops!" She blushed visibly and then buried her head in the pillow.
"You are!" He was aghast. He had no idea what to do. "Silver Arrow," he said. Then he got mad. "You told me you were celibate!" She turned over and looked at him, a bit humiliated but smiling. "Not celibate really," she explained. "I just have a rule about developing relationships with coworkers."
"Relationships? What do you call this?"
"Nothing really!" she protested mildly, still smiling. "Just a one-night-stand. We didn't even have dinner."
"I ate, you ate. I think that constitutes a meal!" He looked indignant. She giggled despite herself. "Now that's another sound I hadn't heard you make before," he said. This caused her to giggle again.
"Listen," she said. "I'm sorry. The girl showed me the card you gave her and we decided to play a little trick on you."
"A little trick?" He looked incredulous.
"Well, I hadn't meant to have it go so far. But you wouldn't let me stop, and I was horny after seeing all those girls this afternoon."
She trailed off looking up into his eyes. He had a queer look on his face.
"How about we go out for some Chinese?" He went to the bathroom and fetched her a towel. "Maybe we should get to know each other a little better."
She smiled. "I think I might like that," she said, looking at him with a bit of something else.