An extract from ‘Uncanny Ecstasy’
The super-powered sex workers host a wet and wild fantasy
Mr Forester is a client who wants to indulge his kinky wife’s desire to be at the centre of a bukkake party — but whose jealousy meant he could never envision enjoying such a male-dominated sex party.
Enter the super-powered pleasure-seekers who can make almost any fantasy come true…
Kit can phase through solid objects — when he tries to use his powers on human beings, they climax almost instantaneously.
Marie can temporarily absorb the powers of anyone she touches — she’s currently borrowing Kit’s.
James regenerative ability means he can heal any wound — and replenish his seminal reserves in seconds.
Misty can look like anyone — but is attending this session as ‘herself’.
Cally can sense those who are ‘gifted’ — and happens to be smokin’ hot too!
Now you’re up to speed — enjoy the preview…
The laughter and loud voices confirmed the room where the action was taking place, so Kit just randomly picked an adjoining one from which to peep. And the sight that eventually greeted him was one to behold; even though he had only recently climaxed, his cock couldn’t help but engorge again at the delights on display.
Marie he was expecting — still barely covered by her strapless underwear — and striking a far more relaxed disposition than was evident during her hurried blowjob downstairs. She was draping herself around James, who didn’t have a shred of clothing on him. Kit was glad he hadn’t seen James in the nude until now, because his reassuring assumption that people in real life don’t look like porn stars was now in complete tatters. Buff, with the pecs and abs of a toned athlete, his most notable attribute wasn’t his action-figure physique but the frankly monstrous cock that was protruding from his crotch. If Kit had felt a sense of smug satisfaction when catching a glimpse of Arthur’s meagre manhood, James’s tackle was enough to give him an inferiority complex. As if to underline its magnificence, Marie reached around from behind with both hands to take it in her grip and it was still barely obscured. She couldn’t even close her fingers around it, such was his ample girth.
At least the assembled crowd was sniggering with shared incredulity rather than readily accepting the size of the erection that had garnered everyone’s attention. Most vocal was the woman currently reclining naked on the floor, possibly because her face was closest to the unnaturally large phallus. She looked older than the others — maybe early or mid-thirties — but she was strikingly attractive.
“Mrs Forester, I presume,” Kit muttered to himself.
Of course, he assessed her breasts first: ample and pendulous with large pink areola. They didn’t hold a candle to the gravity-defying delights of Laura’s tits, but boobs were boobs — Kit never tired of seeing them in all their shapes and sizes. A small pot belly sat above a particularly bushy triangle of pubic hair pointing the way to her swollen labia, which were currently yielding to her fingers.
It was only then that Kit noticed that she was lying on sheets of plastic. In fact, the floor of the whole room was protected in the same way. There wasn’t even a bed — in its place a sofa had been brought in that was currently occupied by two familiar faces and a stranger. Sat in the middle was a middle-aged man with receding salt and pepper hair. He was dressed in a white vest and long white boxer shorts, and he still had his socks on supported by those sock suspenders Kit had only seen in movies. The expensive-looking suit hanging in the open wardrobe suggested Michael Forester was a man of refined tastes. He was looking on eagerly as his wife pleasured herself, his enjoyment no doubt bolstered by the two beauties flanking him.
To one side was Cally, looking stunning in a white lacy bra and panties set. This was the first time Kit had seen her in a state of undress, and he wasn’t disappointed. Even in a seated position, her body was clearly to die for. She caressed Michael’s arm as he watched his wife.
The girl to his other side was something of a surprise. Not because Kit hadn’t seen Misty in a state of undress before, but more that he hadn’t expected her to be involved in any situations where she wasn’t pretending to be someone else. Yet here she was, dressed in a black velvety corset and fishnet stockings, appearing as herself. Her long dark hair and black underwear was a seemingly purposeful contrast to Cally’s short blonde hair and lightly-coloured bra and knickers. She ran her fingers through his thinning hair and blew in his ear as he enjoyed his wife’s performance.
“As impressive as that thing is, I’m still not convinced you can do what Xander says you can do,” Michael said.
“Me neither,” said his wife, with a smirk. “But I’m looking forward to finding out.”
“Well shall we start, and prove you two doubters wrong?” asked Marie, looking around the room for any objections. When none were forthcoming, she got up on tip-toes to peck the much taller James on the back of the shoulder.
“Ready?” she said.
“Let’s go for it,” James replied with a grin.
“Yes, let’s see what you’ve got young man,” Mrs Forester said, interrupting her self-pleasure to lean back on her hands, presenting her body towards him.
James began gently wanking, stroking and aiming his massive cock towards the intended target. Marie spooned him from behind, cupping his tight ass in her hands. As she nuzzled the area of his back between his shoulder blades she also squeezed his butt cheeks, which Kit recognized as a disguised use of her — or rather his — powers. She was pulling the trigger; and her weapon duly fired.
The ribbons of cum that were propelled towards Mrs Forester were notable for two main reasons: their quantity and their quality. Kit’s average climax would consist of two decent high-pressured pumps of ejaculate before segueing into rather more pathetic seeps and dribbles. James, however, was able to fire six thick ropes; and each load was visibly substantial as they impacted upon her, leaving huge dollops of cum over her startled face and flushed chest despite the amount of splashback landing on the plastic sheeting underneath her.
“Fuck me!” Mrs Forester gasped.
“My word!” her husband’s rather more understated response.
“You like watching your wife get messy like that?” said Cally, moving her hand to the pitched fabric of Michael’s boxer shorts.
“Very much so,” he growled, wrapping an arm around her lithe torso and pulling her in towards him. Both she and Misty snuggled in closer, paying him close attention with their lips and fingertips, Cally massaging the wet fabric surrounding the tip of his straining erection.
“How long am I going to have to wait for the next one, though?” asked Mrs Forester.
Kit suspected Marie was waiting for that very question, because she answered it by phasing the palms of her hands into James’s butt once again, triggering a second, equally productive ejaculation.
This time, James aimed high, and the surprise at such a quick encore coupled with the copious amount of jism fired in the direction of her quickly-sealed mouth elicited a muffled shriek from his startled target. By the time he had finished his sophomore effort Mrs Forester’s face was a gooey mess, her black eye make-up running onto her cheeks and her red lipstick smeared. And yet she was sporting the biggest Cheshire cat grin she could muster.
“Wow,” she finally said, strands of white goo stretching across her lips as she parted them. “Don’t tell me there’s more?”
“Oh, we’ve only just started,” said James, as he gave himself the prerequisite seven seconds or so for his body to replenish stocks before signalling to Marie that he was ready to be triggered again. This time he came all over Mrs Forester’s neck and chin.
“This is INSANE,” she laughed, before gathering the thick, warm deposits around her mouth with her tongue, and swallowing collected nectar with a satisfied hum. “And it’s real! This isn’t a trick, darling. He’s really cumming!”
Another shower of appreciation began, this time over her large, pliant knockers. Mrs Forester giggled almost maniacally as she pushed her boobs together to present a more compact target for James’s ejaculation and, when he had finished drenching her cleavage with his seed, spent what she now realised would be a fleeting break between decorations to smear his fresh semen over her sensual flesh.
“He’s got a bottle hidden somewhere,” Michael suggested, peering at his wife’s defiler with the inquisitiveness of someone trying to spot the secret to a magic trick.
“There is nowhere for him to hide a bottle,” laughed Mrs Forester in response, leaning into get a better look at James’s cock. “And I’m fairly sure it’s coming straight out of…”
She peered at the tip just as another squirt erupted from it, narrowly missing her eyes but leaving a large deposit dripping down her forehead. James aimed the rest over her hair.
“It’s real,” she laughed, before gathering some of the fresh deposit in her mouth as it ran down her nose and onto her extended tongue.
“Mmmm, it’s absolutely real. Cover me with more; make a complete mess of me. Ruin me. I want to be absolutely dripping in cum.”
Over the course of the next 20 minutes or so, James — with Marie’s help — conspired to do just that. He was like a machine; each ejaculation as rich and voluminous as the last. It wasn’t long before Mrs Forester was indeed reduced to a sticky mess — she looked as if she had been dunked into a vat of wallpaper paste.
Occasionally, Michael would bark out instructions.
“Cum on her arse!”
“Cum in her mouth!”
“Cum on her tits again!”
“Make her swallow it!”
Clearly, he was enjoying seeing his much younger spouse getting absolutely drenched in spunk — even if it wasn’t his. Kit might have felt bad that this man was revelling so much in the degradation of his wife, but given how much Mrs Forester was also enjoying herself, helping facilitate his requests with relish, it was also clear this fantasy was being mutually appreciated.
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