Chapter 1
The first time I had sex with Julie was right after her boyfriend's funeral. Mark had died in a car crash while he was drunk that sent two other people to the emergency room. Asshole. Still, he was my friend and I grieved for him.
Julie and Mark had lived in the same apartment complex as me. Julie and I were friendly, but not exactly friends. After the funeral it seemed natural for the two of us to have a couple glasses of wine at my place and remember him.
It was a complete surprise to me when, during a lull in the conversation, she asked me to have sex with her. It wasn't a come-on; it was a request. Almost like a favor. I knew from past experience that when you got her talking about chemistry or musical theater or a number of other topics she was confident and assertive. But in this case she was unbearably demure and insecure. I think that I said yes mostly out of pity.
To be fair, she certainly was beautiful: Petite, Asian features, with a bob haircut. Her breasts were only just big enough to give her a delightful feminine shape. Her waist was invitingly small - it made me want to pick her up and twirl her around like a ballerina.
The sex was, to be honest, pretty bad. She pretty much just lay there without really engaging me. She did kiss me back when I kissed her, and she put her arms around me. But she wouldn't do any position other than missionary, and the only sounds I got out of her were a couple half-hearted "mmm"'s. She didn't seem to be enjoying it. Eventually I gave up and just went through the motions until I came.
After I caught my breath, I asked her if she had come. I don't know why I asked - I knew she hadn't.
"No. But thank you for trying, Kai." She tried to sound appreciative, but there was malaise in her voice.
I put my hand on her thigh. "Give me a minute and I'll see what I can do. I'm pretty good with my tongue."
"What? No. No thank you." She squirmed away from my hand, and then got dressed and left.
I spent the next day chastising myself for taking advantage of, and then grossly disappointing my dead friend's girl. It was therefore a great shock when she knocked on my door the next evening and asked if we could have sex again. This time it wasn't pity or lust or sadness that made me say yes. This time it was about redemption. I wanted to give this girl a good performance.
She didn't come this time either, but I did learn more about what she responded to - both during foreplay and sex. Afterward I didn't make any attempt to go down on her. I just caressed her belly while trying to get her to open up, verbally. She didn't say a whole lot, but she gave me some insight. Her foster parents had been super preachy about sex, and I guess the lesson had sunken in especially deeply with her. I made it a point to kiss her arms and legs, neck and chest. I wasn't sure if this arrangement we had was going to last, but if it did, I wanted to get her used to the idea of my mouth all over her body. After a little more cuddling, she thanked me for a nice evening and went home.
The next night she came while I was thrusting into her. Her moans were objectively quite mild, but I found them fantastically rewarding. She smiled a lot afterward and snuggled up to me unusually tightly. The tension that had existed in our strange sexual relationship up until that point faded away that night.
After that she let me lick her, briefly, before intercourse. She warmed up more to the idea of being on top, too. We learned more and more about how to please each other over the coming weeks, and although she still had a lot of inhibitions, it became easier to talk about them. We both genuinely enjoyed each other, both as lovers and as friends.
Her schedule was erratic. She was at home much of the time, working on her doctoral thesis in Chemistry, but she had to dash out at crazy times, day or night, to go to the lab. ("These are the only times I can get access to the equipment.") I was telecommuting as a software developer, so other than the occasional meeting, my hours were pretty flexible. We spent a lot of time together - some meals, a couple TV shows that we would only watch together, the occasional shopping trip. Neither of us ever tried to put a label on our relationship: we just enjoyed it. And we kept having sex. At the end of the day, though, we each slept alone in our own apartments.
And then we had the fight. It wasn't really about anything in particular - sometimes tensions just boil to the surface. We weren't yelling, really - it was all raised voices and cheap jabs at one another. After a good half hour, her demeanor pivoted on a dime. She got real quiet and didn't respond to what I was sure at the time was a cunning logical trap. I waited for a moment to hear her response - an admission of defeat, perhaps, or another attempt to evade the point. Instead, she said, softly, "Can we please put all this aside for now, and go have sex?"
I was astounded by her gall. I spoke slowly and firmly: "I don't think there is anything in the world right now less sexy than you." She cried silently and looked at me with an expression that still haunts me. Then she left.
After an hour my anger faded and I was left with nothing but guilt, compassion, and fear. I knocked on her door but she didn't answer. No luck with the phone, either. I texted her an apology and a promise to make it up to her, when she was ready to talk to me again.
It was chance that I ran into her in the hall the next morning. I had planned to give her space before approaching her again, but I had to run an errand and there she was. She was moving slowly toward her apartment, obviously in pain. When I got closer I saw bruises all over one side of her face and neck. From the way she was moving, there was something wrong with her body, too.
"What happened? Are you all right?"
"I was mugged," she replied, obviously not wanting to talk to me.
"Let me take you to the hospital."
"No. I just got back from there. I just need to rest."
"Okay. Please let me help you." She nodded.
I helped her into her pajamas and into bed. I had been right about the unseen injury: her left side had a bruise that spanned at least 4 ribs. I brought her some water and her favorite stuffed animal, and heated up some soup for her. After the third silent spoonful, just as I was wondering if I should leave her alone, she told me her secret. "Kai, I'm Quake Girl."
Instantly I knew it was true, and felt like an imbecile for not figuring it out on my own. They had the same body type, the same mannerism, and the same laugh. Of course Quake Girl's face was always covered by those goggles, and she had longer, colorful hair. In hindsight, I was pretty sure I had seen Quake Girl's boots in Julie's closet.
For those of you who aren't from Tucson, Quake Girl had been our protector for a few years. She never got national attention like Tire Iron Thom or Sir O. P., but she was much beloved locally for frequently saving the day. Like most super heroes, she was inhumanly strong and tough, and could fly. She had a neat thunderclap move that could knock down a dozen people at a time. But she was best known for the little earthquakes that always announced her arrival. They weren't strong enough to do any damage, but they did drive all the serious scientists out of the University of Arizona's earth sciences department and replace them with scores of fanboys.
"My powers started a couple years ago, when Mark and I became sexually active. It's embarrassing..." she stammered. "My powers are somehow fueled by sex. By orgasms, really. It might have something to do with neurotransmitters - dopamine, maybe. Cocaine might work, too - I don't know. I don't think it would be a good idea to test that." She waited apprehensively for my reaction.
"No, probably not," I replied reassuringly. "You might knock down the courthouse chasing a white rabbit." She had clearly been nervous in telling me her secret; my joke set her at ease.
"So that's how this happened?" I asked. I still hadn't made the connection yet. My mind was still ablur with the revelation that my friend was a superhero. "You got hurt stopping a crime?"
Worry crept back into her face. "Well, yeah. I... We... It had been so long since we'd done it that I was weak. I should have stayed out of it this time - I know better. I just wasn't thinking straight."
I had no idea what to say. What she was trying not to say, which came through loud and clear, was that if I had gotten her off last night, or even if I just hadn't been a monumental asshole, she wouldn't have been beat up. She had been on her period recently, so it had been a number of days since we had had sex.
Mercifully, she cut me off before I could say anything stupid. "Thanks for the soup. And for listening."
I took care of Julie for the day. I fetched her book and refilled her water glass. After a nice long nap we watched some TV together from her bed. I made us an early dinner. She was clearly in physical pain, but her mood was surprisingly positive the whole time. She said that me not being weird about her freakishness made her happy. After a bubble bath she climbed back into bed, uncharacteristically naked.
"So..." she began. "You know how you've been wanting to, er, cunnilingus? Do you think maybe we could try that now?"
"I'd love to!" I said, perhaps too eagerly. "But are you sure you're healthy enough?"
"For that, yes. But having you on top of me right now would hurt A LOT."
Foreplay was made tricky by the need to avoid her injuries, but for whatever reason it didn't take long before she was receptive. It took a little while to learn the right combinations of pressure, speed, and direction for her body, but once I did she was able to relax and enjoy it. Vocally, all I got from her were a few soft coos, but I learned to read body for cues about how to change things up. Even when she came she barely made a noise - just some heavy breathing - but her legs quivered and she squirted in my face, so I think it was a pretty good one. When I returned from washing my face afterward there wasn't a mark on her body.
Chapter 2
Gender stereotypes be damned. Guys, I can't stress enough just how sexy it is to hear about all the criminals your girl beat up that day as you're taking off each other's clothes. We had a pretty good sex life. We had expanded our repertoire of positions to most of the classics. She found that she liked doggy-style best, and that became our go-to finisher. She was happy to receive oral, as well as give it. She frequently warmed me up with blowjobs. She couldn't make me come that way, but that's not her fault: I'd only had one girlfriend who could, and I have no idea what her secret was. Every piece of furniture in both our apartments had hosted at least some heavy petting.
Most guys like to think that they please their woman better than the guy before, but I have actual proof. Quake Girl's fans tracked all of the tremors she had caused, from almost the very beginning, based on national seismic data. Back when she had been with Mark, the measurements had stayed level, but since she got together with me the tremors had been steadily increasing in intensity. The climbing trend in intensity was a hotly debated topic on the fan forums. They spotted other trends, too, like the five day downturn every month. Everyone had chastised the poster who suggested it had something to do with her menstrual cycle, calling him a misogynist troll. But he was right - that was a sexual blackout time for us. She wasn't comfortable breaking that taboo.
We talked very frankly about her boundaries, and my efforts to push them. Julie felt that she had benefited, both as a superhero and as a sexual being, from letting go of her old inhibitions. I was allowed, and even encouraged, to keep coaxing her to try new stuff, as long as I didn't overdo it.
Take masturbation. She had never done it - ever. She had been taught that it was wrong. And now that she was sexually active, she claimed, why would she ever need to? I tried to explain that it doesn't cheapen what you have with your partner. That it should be a guilt-free indulgence that you do whenever you want to, like ice cream. I explained that women who've learned how to make themselves feel good can use that knowledge to make their partners even better. And I made the case that I could get hit by a bus and she might not have time to find a quality new guy before she has to save the world. But those were all intellectual arguments that had little power over deeply-rooted feelings about propriety.
So I tried another approach. After one tiring day I coaxed her into the bath tub with me. There were candles, classical music, and some bath oils that a friend had insisted Julie would like. There was also a brand new hand-held shower head - also recommended by a friend who said it, "made me scream more than Stephen King." As Julie leaned back into me and I rubbed lavender-scented bubbles across her chest, I positioned the nozzle between her legs and stroked her pussy with pulsing water. For fifteen minutes she contented herself in the feeling. The next day I installed the same shower head in her bathroom, without asking.
About a month later I figured it was time to take another step. After once again consulting with my sexually zealous friend, I bought a small vibrating dildo. I snuck it into Julie at first, unpowered, while fingering her. I decided against turning it on without warning, but I did run it all around her labia before showing it to her. I revealed it to her by sticking it in my mouth and sucking all of her juices off of it. After giving her a good look, I teased her lips with it, still unpowered. It wasn't until I was circling her tiny brown areolae that I turned it on. "Oh!", she said. I let her feel the vibrations on many parts of her body, at first: her belly, boobs, pubic mound, knees. When I did finally tease her clit with it she bit her lip. I wanted to ease her into sex toy play, so I didn't stay at it very long. She was, however, very eager for me to fuck her when I was done.
She didn't let me leave the dildo in her apartment at first. "What if I'm killed and somebody finds it while going through my stuff?!" she teased. We did keep using it sometimes when we made love, and we did work our way up to vibrator-induced climaxes. Sometimes she would even guide my hands. One day I left it in her nightstand drawer, and she didn't argue.
All this preparation was put to the test when I had to spend a couple of days in the hospital. It was a fairly minor surgery, but the doctor warned me that sex would probably result in ripped stitches. On the third day when Julie visited me, some staff were changing the linens of the bed next to mine. Julie bounced as she entered the room, and silently mouthed the words, "I masturbated!" at me. To be sure I understood she pulled the vibrator part way out of her purse, and then quickly buried it back in again before anyone could see. I winked my approval.
Chapter 3
Quake Girl started to get more media attention. She was stronger and faster now than she ever had been. There were a couple high profile saves: rescuing the firefighters from an exploded building, for one. And there was the reality TV star whose parachute didn't open. Tire Iron Thom mentioned her as a rising star in an interview. Julie even told me she had been approached by the government to help out with a project she couldn't tell me about yet. I guess they knew everyone's secret identities. I wondered what else they knew about her.
As great as things were going for Julie and me personally, it was a time of great social turbulence. Most of the world's economies were shaky, and there were riots in cities everywhere. It seemed like our leaders stoked the fires of civil unrest whenever they spoke, instead of quelling them. TV news was a non-stop scare-a-thon, between the Canadian cult claiming to possess WMDs, the impending world-ending asteroid strike, Ebola, and the newly discovered breed of mutant lobster.
Julie never let it get her down. She managed to help the people when she could, come home in one piece, and then not dwell on it the rest of the time. We were sharing an apartment by then. I sometimes told myself that by fucking her, I was in some small way contributing to the fight against evil. But really it was just that I loved being intimate with Julie, my friend whom I loved, and who excited me the way no woman ever had.
I had never had a chance to try anal sex before - none of my past girlfriends were interested. I certainly never expected I'd get Julie to try. The topic came up from time to time, of course. Sometimes we'd read erotic stories or watch porn together. Or sometimes someone would tell a dirty joke at a party. She was a good sport about the jokes and fantasies, but when it came to reality, she just couldn't get past the gross factor.
So I figured I'd try another approach.
"So, about anal..." I said one day, out of the blue.
She put her book down, folded her hands in her lap, and patronizingly said, "Yes?"
"What if you were to do it to me?"
"Is that our next big thrill?" She teased. She thought I was joking. "You want me to bend you over the back of the couch and slam your butt-hole with a 14 inch strap-on?"
"I was thinking we'd start with a finger."
She became sincere when she realized that I wasn't joking. "Is that really something you want?"
"I'd like to try it." I said. She looked unsure. "I'll tell you what - let's both just do a little research on the subject, and talk more another time. 'Prostate massage.'" Setting aside the superhuman bad-ass part of her, Julie was kind of a big nerd. Daring her to research something on the Internet was like dangling yarn in front of a cat.
She did read up on the matter - in an incognito browser window, on a virtual machine, on a virtual network, routed through a foreign anonymous relay. Like I said, nerd.
The next day she brought home a box of 250 small latex gloves from the lab. We didn't really know what we were doing that first time. I lay face down on a towel on the floor and she started rubbing my sphincter with a lubed finger. When she first pushed into me it just felt weird - alien. After I relaxed she started working a finger - or maybe two - in and out at a steady pace. My body and mind were confused at the sensation, unsure whether it was erotic or excretory. I quickly came to just accept it for whatever it was. It felt good. I wondered how much this experience was like what a woman feels during sex, having another person pushing part of their body into them. I also thought that maybe Julie's strap-on idea wasn't so crazy. My dick stiffened at the thought.
I guess she sensed that I had gotten used to the basics. "I'm going to explore now, okay?" She said, merrily. She tried lots of things: long strokes and short ones, pulling all the way out and reentering repeatedly, various finger configurations. She asked lots of questions and I did my best to answer, but it was all so new. Most of it felt good, but in different ways that I couldn't describe.
When she found my prostate I understood what the big deal was. As she stroked it, it felt like I was going to come even though my dick was only half-hard and hadn't been touched. It was like she was going to push the come out of me. Eventually I couldn't take it any more. I was desperately close to an orgasm, but not getting any closer. I asked her to stop and suck me off. As she pulled out and I flipped over I was acutely aware of the slippery lube between my cheeks. She wrapped her hands around my dick as she leaned in, but I shot my load before her mouth touched me. It was a hell of an ejaculation. It caught her in the hair, and generally got all over both of us.
After some cuddling I licked her pussy while dirty-talking about the strap-on I was going to buy her. The idea seemed to turn her on too. Her fluids got in my hair this time.
She probed me again after a few days, and then another time in a few more, each time finishing me with an amazing blowjob.
As I was rubbing her back after that last time, she told me: "You know I kind of envy you. It's like you've got this button inside you, that when pushed, makes your next orgasm more powerful." She wiggled and pushed her butt into me playfully after she said it.
"You might have a button too. Maybe it's time to look for one." She bit her lip in the way that means she's thinking dirty thoughts, so I knew the answer was yes.
Her gloves wouldn't fit my hand, so I put a condom on my finger. I kept rubbing her back with one hand as I teased her rear hole lightly with the other, spreading around some lube. It took a little while for her to get used to being touched there, and for the tightening reflex to fade away. Slowly I sunk in the tip of my finger; I got an "Ooh" when I pushed in to the next knuckle.
After a couple dozen gentle in-out strokes, she abruptly chuckled. "I can't believe your finger's in my ass."
"Feel good? Should I keep going?" I asked. She replied with an upbeat "Mmm-hmm."
I couldn't find any particular spot that was magic for her, but the basic thrusting seemed to be working for her. She seemed a little bit surprised when her climax hit. I just kept slowly working my finger in and out of her as her body tightened and relaxed in silent waves.
"Can I keep going?" I asked. She nodded.
"Can I try two fingers?"
"If you want."
It took a bit of dexterity to put a condom and some extra lube on my second finger while still pumping her with my first. Julie's body was not eager to accept the bigger intrusion at first. She "ahh"'ed tentatively before opening up.
This time I went with harder, faster strokes, and some dirty-talk thrown in. "You know you've secretly always wanted this. You always act like such a good girl, but some part of your mind is constantly longing to be penetrated, and filled with come, any way you can get it. When you see a well-built guy at the mall, somewhere a part of you wants him to take you, then and there. If the people at the lab knew what a sexy freak you are, you wouldn't be able to face them, would you? If they knew the things you do with me? If they knew the things you want to do with me but don't dare say? The things you want to do with them? Or maybe, secretly, you want them to find out."
When Julie came this time, I got an honest-to-goodness full-volume moan.
That night I woke up to Julie stroking my already-hard dick.
"I want more", she said confidently when I looked at her. She quickly laid face-down in the middle of the bed, naked. "Do it now," she said. "With your penis." She came twice more while I fucked her ass.
After that we began regularly having anal sex during her periods. She seemed to look forward to it; I certainly did. One time when returning from the bathroom she joyfully proclaimed, "Yay! It's anal sex week!"
Quake Girl's fan forums were once again abuzz about the disappearance of the monthly blackout block. Julie and I joked with each other about leaking the truth as a crazy hypothesis from a disposable user name. But we decided that it was too risky to let that info slip, even if nobody believed it.
Chapter 4
I was working from home one day when Julie came home, arms full of shopping bags, and sporting a brand new pixie haircut. She bounded to me playfully after dropping her bags and leapt into my lap. After a brief moment of mutual tickles, she swung her leg over my head so that she was straddling my legs, facing me.
"Kai, have I ever thanked you for turning me into a ginormous slut?" she asked, running her hands through my hair.
"Love the hair," I said. "Believe me, Jules, turning you into a slut has been it's own reward." I ran my fingers across the skin of her chest exposed by her scoop-neck tee shirt.
"I'm not sure 'slut' is the right word though," I mused. "Don't you have to have lots of partners to be a slut? Have you been steppin' out on me, girl?"
"Maaaybe!" she teased. "Maybe I gave the guy at Macy's head to get his employee discount. And then his boss when he walked in on us. And then the register girl because the first two really wanted to see that. Can you smell their come on my breath?" She breathed into my face. Her breath smelled like green tea.
"Woe is me!" I gasped, playing along. "I am unable to satisfy my woman and she has strayed! But how could I hope to satisfy her? Forsooth, I am but one man, yet she has the carnal appetite of a dozen women at least! What misery have I unleashed upon myself - and upon this earth - by selfishly discarding her chastity?" I tickled her fiercely as I delivered the last line.
She hugged me using some sort of cuddly jujitsu that made it impossible for me to tickle her further.
"So what's next?" she said as she dismounted me.
"Next?"
"The next step in my sluttification. What's the plan? You always have a plan to make me looser and dirtier."
She had a point. For as long as we'd been going out, I had always been working one plan or another to slowly broaden her sexual horizons. It had never been a secret between us. I thought we had an understanding - that she not only approved, but appreciated my little nudges. Suddenly this conversation had me worried that she might have some level of resentment about it.
"I don't really have any ideas right now. Do you? Is everything okay?"
Julie sat on the couch on patted the seat next to her. I joined her.
She explained: "You know that government project I've been working on? The actual mission is coming up next Tuesday. This is really big. I need to be more charged-up than I've ever been. Monday night, I need you to fuck me silly. Do me every which way you can think of, and then some. Please, Kai? Every time I've thought I had reached my potential, you've always known just what to do to take me to the next level. I really need that - Monday night."
I stared at her with my mouth hanging open. The seriousness of the subject shocked me. I knew that Julie routinely faced dangers as Quake Girl - she told me about them all the time. But it had always seemed like Hollywood heroism to me: No matter how bad things sound you always know that the hero is going to be fine in the end. And besides, with Julie's blossoming sexuality, Quake Girl had become a great deal stronger, whereas the thugs and disasters seemed to always stay the same. For the first time, I was truly worried about her.
"You still can't explain?" I asked. Of course the government had sworn her to secrecy when they asked her to join this project.
She bit her lip. "It's bad", she finally said. "You know that asteroid that they used to talk about on the news? It's real. Well, it's a comet, but real. They say it's going to hit in the Pacific - but it doesn't really matter where it hits." She made an explosion gesture with her hands. "Extinction."
She went on. "They've already tried nukes. Then they tried sending Triangle Man, and then Chernobyl Twins. They won't tell me what went wrong with those missions. But they think I might be able to break it apart. You know, earthquakes."
"You're really that powerful?" I asked.
"Maybe." She shrugged demurely. "We've been doing tests out in the Nevada desert. They've been suppressing the seismic data." She rolled her eyes. "The scientists say there's a good chance it will work."
"Holy crap, Julie! Are you..." She put a finger to my lips and cut me off.
"I'll be coming back. Even if I fail I'll be coming back. We'll still have a couple weeks. But I think it'll work."
She stood up and left all her seriousness behind her. "Anyway, that's your homework. Monday night you've got to give me an earth-shattering orgasm." She winked and walked off to take a shower, wiggling her butt as she walked.
That night there was a weird sort of role-reversal between us in bed, as I moped about the end of the world. "Come on, baby, make me moan!" She said as her lithe naked body writhed around on top of the duvet. Moan she did, when I pinned her ankles back by her head and slammed my cock into her.
She had to pull me out of my shell the next night, too. She rubbed my cock while reciting the most absurd dirty talk I've ever heard: a surreal amalgamation of my own sexual past and fantasies I'd shared with her, and bits from erotic movies and stories. There were Catholic schoolgirls, chainmail bikinis, prom limos, and holographic lapdances from jealous AI's. It did get me hot, though. We tried sixty-nine for the first time that night, and laughed for ten minutes at the enormous failure of it. And then we made love. It was the greatest moment of intimacy of my life.
I guess I'm good at compartmentalization - or maybe denial - because I didn't really think much about the risk of losing Julie or the annihilation of the world after that. I turned my attention to more important things, like how to give Quake Girl a send-off with a bang.
Julie came home, Monday night, at 5:15 PM. Her normal routine of taking off her shoes and hanging up her coat was interrupted by the realization we had company.
I greeted her: "Hi honey! This is Micah and Pete. They will be assisting with your sexual gratification tonight."
Both guys said, "Hey."
Julie moved at half-speed, not taking her eyes off of us, as she took the keys from her coat pocket and put them in their usual spot on the counter. Micah, Pete, and I were lounging around the living room. The XBox was on but had been forgotten a short while before in favor of beer.
I went on. "Micah used to date both Rachel and Jenn, both of whom highly recommend him. For sex, anyway. Apparently he's lousy at balancing a checkbook. We've been playing ball together at the gym for a couple of years now."
"Pete is in an open marriage with Rosemary. You've heard her stories, so you can imagine how high her standards are. Rumor is he has an eleven inch dick."
Pete chimed in: "Well, not right now."
"Nice to meet you," Julie said with a forced smile. "I think I'll have some wine."
She slinked toward the kitchen, never entirely turning her back on us as she moved. I followed. Her hands were trembling as she poured herself a glass of red. I put my hand on her arm reassuringly.
"Plan B involves just you and me and a box full of new sex toys. The guys will totally understand if you don't want to do this. I told them that I'd be surprising you and that you might not want to go through with it. And if you do, they know it's all about you tonight: anything you want, nothing you don't. And these aren't strangers - I've known them both for years. They're good guys."
She downed her wine while I was talking, and then took a moment to collect herself. "No, I want to. It'll... it'll be fun. I was just surprised is all." Julie put down her glass and walked confidently back into the living room, where she took each man by the hand and then lead them into the bedroom.
Julie sat on the bed. The three of us stood next to it. I really had no idea how to proceed, but I seized the silence and said, "Shirts off, guys. Let's let her see what she's got to work with."
We guys all took off our shirts, and then, following Micah's lead, our pants. Julie looked at us for a while, taking us all in with her eyes. She had a look of reflection on her face. Julie was as beautiful as ever - short black hair with deep brown almond-shaped eyes and a tiny nose set in a triangular face. Her ruffled blouse and skinny jeans hugged the curves of her slender body. Seeing her like that I felt lucky, as I often did, that I got to be with her.
Pete was a white guy with a shaved head and abs that came out of a Frank Miller graphic novel. He was fairly tall - just a little shorter than me. Micah was average height with an average build, and certainly fit. He had black hair and brown skin that could have come from any number of places in the world. He had a slight accent that I could never identify. His facial hair was impeccably groomed. For my part, I'm blue-eyed with sandy blond hair and a pale complexion. I'm tall and reasonably well built.
Julie's focus changed from viewing us all at once to focusing just on Pete's boxers.
"Can I see it?" She asked. Pete dropped his shorts with the precision of a military drill.
Julie slid off the bed and onto her knees in front of him. She lifted her hands, one supporting his dick, the other his balls. Unsurprisingly, it came to life at her touch. She watched it grow, holding it with reverence like some relic. She hefted it inquisitively. Then she looked at me and we had one of those couples' mind-reading moments. She was considering sending me to fetch her tape measure. She was a scientist, after all; measuring is what they do. She didn't say anything though. Instead she pulled the skin of his shaft forward a little and watched it fold. I don't think she had ever seen an uncircumcised penis up close before.
"Do you want him to fuck you with that giant dick of his?" Micah volunteered.
"No. Not yet." Julie responded, dreamily.
"A massage, perhaps?" Micah retrieved a bottle of oil from his jacket and held it near Julie's nose after removing the cap. She smiled and nodded.
Julie lay on the bed with her arms by her sides like a doll. Six hands descended on her: unbuttoning her blouse and her jeans and then peeling them from her. Her bra was lacy and white with the fastener in the front; her panties matched. I figured she had worn them for me: I had often remarked that undoing a front-clasp bra was like opening the bow on a Christmas present. Once she was naked Micah flipped her over and began applying the oil to her back. He encouraged us to join in and passed the bottle around. Soon every part of her body was glistening and lavender-scented.
Julie groaned as we rubbed her skin and muscle this way and that. Micah was gentle but unwaivering in his ministrations. He didn't hesitate to reach into her arm pit or butt crack to get the right angle on a muscle that he identified as needing attention. In time, Julie turned over and we rubbed her front with just as much reverence.
Micah and Julie stared in each other's eyes for a while. Then, as if in answer to some hidden conversation they were having, Julie's legs opened like a flower. Micah was the first to taste her pussy, but we each took several turns. The rest of the time we would kiss her, or suckle at her breasts, or trace our fingers over various parts of her body. When she came, she came serenely, coating Micah's beard with her juices.
Still lying in the center of the bed, smiling, Julie tugged at the bottom of my boxers. I removed them and Micah followed suit. What followed was a sequence of fondling of all three men's junk with hands and feet, as if she were playing out some kinky form of Twister in her mind.
We were all good and hard when Julie asked, "What's next?"
"Darling," I said, "how do you feel about triple penetration?"
I'm not really sure how our positions were chosen, but it ended up with me lying on my back, Julie on top of me facing me, Pete behind her, and Micah kneeling near my head. My dick was already buried deep in Julie's pussy by the time Pete had her asshole ready for his entrance. I could actually feel his cock moving inside of her, crowding her insides as she groaned. It felt great.
Micah wasn't so lucky. My height made it difficult to find a suitable place for him to stand or kneel to offer his dick to Julie's mouth. We found a couple configurations where all of the penises could be inside her, but none that allowed for pleasurable grinding. Micah surrendered his claim to Julie's mouth so that the rest of us could fuck efficiently.
It worked best with Julie doing the movement - forward and back on top of me, pushing us both deep into her on each stroke simultaneously. Micah soon began whispering in Julie's ear. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but sometimes Julie would interrupt her panting with a vocalization - "Uh huh" or "yes" or, once, "just you".
My orgasm snuck up on me and hit me like a flash. "Oh god!" I said as I released my seed inside of Julie.
"Already, dude?!" Pete chided. "We've gotta keep this party going!"
"If you could see what I see, you'd blow your wad too." I said by way of excuse. My view was indeed wonderful. Julie's face was red with exertion, but she also had a look of determination. Her lips seemed red even though I don't think she was wearing any makeup. Her tiny boobs swayed toward me and away with the rhythm of her motion.
The friction of Julie's continued pumping kept me hard enough to stay inside her, and before long I was at full rigidity again.
Micah was still whispering in Julie's ear as she started chanting, "Uh huh" over and over again. That gave way to repeated chants of "Oh god!" as she hit her climax and rode it out, never stopping her grinding.
Pete grabbed her hips firmly and took over the motion, performing long, powerful strokes. "Oh yeah, that's how you do it!" he said, right before his neck and shoulders took on a weird spasm. He relaxed and smiled, spent.
We took a dinner break after that. When the pizza arrived, we guys were all in our underwear, while Julie was wearing a short satin robe. We were all drinking beer. The delivery girl must have had some wild thoughts about what was going on when she saw the scene - perhaps even some correct guesses - but she kept her cool. And contrary to porno cliches, we didn't invite her to join us.
Julie and Micah were kissing while I cleaned up the dishes. Pete had turned on the XBox and was playing Street Fighter IV. By the time I was done, Micah was positioning one of the dining room chairs in the living room, next to the TV. He sat in it and without any words, Julie draped herself across his lap. Micah lifted away the hem of her robe, peeled her panties down to her knees, and began to spank her.
He spanked her hard. I would have assumed that when you spank someone for sexual games, you would start off light; but I guess not. After a few hits he stopped and caressed her labia. Then a few more strikes, and then he rubbed her clit. Then some more strikes, and then he teased her opening.
I joined Pete on the XBox when it was clear that the spanking was going to continue for quite some time. Micah's session ended with his fingers inside her, and an orgasm in which Julie squirted a jet of liquid onto the floor. Julie never made a sound the whole time; nor afterward when she got on her knees and sucked him off in the chair, her panties still bunched up at her knees.
Julie relaxed with another beer and made some observation about the video game rivalry. Once she finished her beer, Julie dropped her robe to the floor and asked for a volunteer for one last fuck before bed. I gestured to Pete, but he said no. "I need to have something left for Rosemary when I tell her where I've been."
I took Julie by the hand and leaned her up against the wall, facing it. I was rock-hard by the time she was in position, and her pussy was so wet she was dripping. She whispered, "Do me!" as I wrapped my arms around her and fingered her nipples, so I wasted no time in pushing my cock into her pussy. At first she was leaning her forearms against the wall with her feet a little ways away from it, but as I fucked her I pushed her forward until she was flat against the wall, on her toes, being lifted with ever thrust.
"Wait", Julie said, and turned around. We resumed our coupling, this time with her back up against the wall and her legs wrapped around my waist. I couldn't really see, but I think she was making faces and gestures at the other two guys. She muttered, "Oh yeah, oh god" as we ground our bodies together; and then, "Yes, Kai." After she came, she kept repeating, "I love you, Kai," until I made a final push and pumped my semen inside her.
We said our goodbyes to the guys. "Thank you for a lovely orgy," Julie told them with a giggle. Then we went to bed.
There was a limo outside waiting for Julie the next morning.
"Thanks for being such a great boyfriend," she said. "And thanks for helping me reach my potential. I never imagined I could feel this strong."
"I enjoyed every minute of it. See you soon?"
"Yeah," she said, but averted her eyes. She got in the limo and drove off.
Epilogue
I don't know if Julie was lying to me about the chance of coming back home safely. I do know that two days later, all of the news channels and papers reported that the comet they had told us didn't pose a threat actually had been on a collision course with Earth, but it had been dealt with by a multinational team of scientists and engineers.
I don't know why the government didn't give Quake Girl credit for her part in the mission. And I don't know why somebody leaked video footage - taken without the knowledge of the participants - of "Quake Girl's nasty sexy gang-bang".
I wrote this story, and included the accompanying pictures, to set the record straight. I have seeded it to numerous oversees torrent hosts so that I can't be silenced. Quake Girl isn't hiding or shirking her duties out of embarrassment or regret. She enjoyed that evening, as did we all. But more importantly, she fucked all those guys to give her the power to destroy that comet. In the words of some Internet jackass, "Quake Girl went out with a bang" - and she did it to save the god damned Earth.