Feeling Blue
The Second Tale of The Change
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There are worse way to wake up,
Olivia Lee thought smugly,
than to have a good-looking man eating your pussy.
It was the next morning, and her lover Edward had his head firmly planted between her thighs. Until the previous evening, he had been known as E.D., shorthand for "Erectile Dysfunction," and had been one of the most despised men in all of Des Moines. The Change had cursed him, and all around him, with impotence, and he had been nearly insane with frustrated desire. But now he was cured, and his skilled tongue stroked her throbbing clit as she writhed under his gentle touch. His long-fingered hands reached up, gathering her large breasts in his palms, kneading and stroking them until she thought her heart would burst with pleasure and affection.
"Jesus Fucking Christ, Edward. How the hell did you never have a girlfriend when you are such a fantastic lover?" she groaned, her voice still muddy with sleep. "I've been to bed with lesbians who were worse at eating a woman out than you are." She spread her legs wider and slowly humped her mound into his face, wishing his tongue was about four inches longer.
Just imagine if he could reach my g-spot with that thing,
she thought, and shuddered happily.
I'd never leave the bedroom again.
"You've never been on a date with me," Edward said, his voice only slightly muffled by her golden-skinned thighs. He tweaked her nipples with his fingers. "I'm not exactly the smoothest guy around, you know. You must have noticed that last night."
"Not really," she said. Her legs began to shake, evidence of yet another orgasm. She had lost track of how many times Edward had made her cum in the last twelve hours. "Oh, God," she panted, her body on an upward spiral of joyous sensation. "Oh God. Oh God oh God. Ohgodohgod
ohgodohgodohgod OHGODFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKI'MCOMINGEDWARDCOMINGNOW!"
she yelled, her hips bucking frantically. She shut her eyes as the pinwheel whirl of her climax crashed over her, sparkles flashing behind her shuttered lids.
As soon as it was over, she turned over onto her stomach. She spread her legs and cocked her ass in the air.
"Come on, lover. Stick that beautiful cock of yours inside me."
She sighed as she felt his warm hands caressing the globes of her buttocks. "Not...in the butt?" he said hesitantly, his voice sounding ever-so-slightly squeamish.
She smiled over her shoulder, her eyes dancing. "Not today. Maybe, if you're very good, someday soon. But my pussy's hungry this morning. Why don't you fill her up?"
He crawled toward her, kneeling behind her on the bed. With one hand he stroked her back. The other lined his tool up with her waiting pussy-lips. He ran the head up and down the cleft of her womanhood, coating it with her moisture, then sank into her with a relieved groan.
"You feel so good," he whispered in her ear, his weight a welcome burden. His hot, throbbing cock was a steel bar inside her, filled with life. Smiling slightly, she closed her legs around it, trapping him within her.
Edward gave a squawk of surprise as his shaft was caught in the vise of her vagina. "Whoa," he said. "That's...unexpected."
"Mmmmm," she sighed. "I always loved doing this. It makes me feel so full." She crossed her ankles, increasing the pressure. "Now, fuck me, lover."
He slid his hands underneath her, cupping her breasts, then slowly withdrew from her fiery sheath, using his elbows and knees to generate the necessary leverage. She heard his breath hiss blissfully between his teeth as their joined bodies moved together. She drew her hands underneath her, her fingers unerringly finding her clit, rubbing her throbbing button even as his shaft tickled her g-spot and grated against her pubic bone.
Let this last forever,
she sighed. She turned her head and caught his mouth in a long, loving kiss. Every one of her erogenous zones were being stimulated. Her mouth, her breasts, her groin. Even her ass, as Edward's flat belly slapped against her lushly rounded curves.
"Olivia," he panted, his breath hot on her cheek "It's too much. Too tight. I'm not going to last long. I'm going to cum soon."
"That's all right, love," she said with a forgiving smile. "You've been fantastic." She kissed his cheek. "You go ahead and come whenever you need to, baby." Showing mercy, she eased her legs apart.
In response, he groaned aloud. His hands left her breasts and gripped her shoulders and he drove strongly into her, the force of his thrusts shoving them across the bed. She reached the headboard and braced her hands against it. The distant tingle in her groin flared up like a bonfire, pushing her into another climax even as he buried himself inside her, his cock spewing burst after burst of his essence into her eager channel.
*****
"So," Edward said a few minutes later, as they lay comfortably entwined, her head on his chest. "Do you still want to see Blue?"
Olivia nodded. She had not forgotten their conversation the previous evening. Her ability to release Edward from his curse had brought them to the realization that she might be not only a sexual guide and protector, but also a sexual healer. The thought that she might be able to cure some of the victims of the Change of their misery was a heady prospect. She and Edward both knew most of the world's supervillains, in love with their power over mundane humans, would not stop, no matter what was offered. But many were like Edward himself, who in a moment of despair had condemned themselves to years of torment.
Chloe "Blue" Balls was first on Olivia's list of those to seek out. In the years since the Change, the sinfully attractive goth girl had gained a reputation for leading unwitting men on by their cocks, draining their bank accounts as they tried to buy her love. But Edward had caught her in an unguarded moment several months ago, and had gleaned from their conversation that Blue was as much a victim as any of them. The Change had caught her in a rage after having been dumped by her boyfriend. Furious at his betrayal, she used the powers granted by the Change to tease and frustrate men. Desperately unhappy, but not knowing what else to do, she had drifted deeper into a life devoid of love or affection.
"I do," Olivia said. "It's one thing to cure one person. That might be a fluke, no matter how happy it made the two of us," she said with a smile, as she kissed his cheek. "But if I can do it for her? Well then, we've got a pattern, don't we, statistician?"
"She's not going to be an easy sell, you know," Edward warned. "She's angry and bitter. Maybe suicidal. The fact that she tried to go after you with those poison rings last night makes me think she's only a step away from going right over the edge."
"Maybe," Olivia said sadly. With a regretful sigh, she stood up. "Come on. I'd love to spend the rest of the day playing with your naughty bits, but we've got work to do."
*****
"You want to see
who?
"
It was a few hours later. Olivia and Edward had showered and eaten, and now presented themselves at the Polk County Jail, only to be met by blank disbelief by the jailers.
"I'm sorry, Seductress," said the sergeant in charge. "But didn't Blue Balls try to
kill
you last night? Why would you want her released?"
"I believe that Chloe is a danger to herself," she explained patiently. "By virtue of my position as sexual guardian of Des Moines, I am empowered to have her released to my custody." She patted the officer on his cheek, drawing shamelessly on her powers. "I appreciate your concern," she said softly, slowly running her thumb over his lips. "But I am sure Edward and I can handle one little goth girl."
"But what if she tries to hurt you?"
"The Seductress took Blue down last night, alone and unarmed, with a glass of beer in one hand," said Edward. His long, bony face was creased in a smile.
"You!" said the officer in surprise. He backed away hurriedly, his hands held protectively over his crotch. He blinked confusedly as realization hit. "Wait a second," he stuttered. "You
are
Edward Brewster, right? Known as E.D.?"
"Yes," Edward said tiredly, "I am." His lips twitched. "To those people with a certain, low sense of humor, at least."
"Then how..." the man gestured helplessly at his groin. "I'm still...you haven't..."
Olivia giggled as the man tried to tell them that Edward's powers hadn't caused him to lose the erection brought on by her flirting.
"I got better," Edward said shortly, not wanting to divulge the details, no matter how pleasant the experience had been for him. "And that's what the Seductress wants to do for Blue Balls." He nodded at Olivia. "She thinks she can find a way to heal people who were hurt by the Change, and given powers they don't really want.
"Come on, sarge," he continued. "Wouldn't your lives be easier if Blue was on our side? One less petty supervillain you had to watch out for?"
The officer looked from one of them to the other, then at his clipboard. He sighed wearily. "I won't deny we'd be happy to be rid of her. She's got a tongue on her that could peel paint off a concrete wall. Fine," he said. "Go ahead and take her. I hope you don't end up regretting it."
*****
"Well, I didn't expect this," Blue sneered. "The guy who can wilt a dick at fifty paces teamed up with a centerfold who farts cinnamon sugar. What the fuck do the two of you want with me?"
Chloe "Blue" Balls had changed out of her orange prison jumpsuit and back into her everyday clothes. Edward swallowed as her physical presence struck him. Although no one he knew could match Olivia for sheer beauty, Chloe came damn close. Tight black leather pants were molded to the sweet, supple curves of her thighs and ass. Above that, she wore a white t-shirt, strategically ripped so the flesh of her stomach and breasts could flash out and tempt the unwary. She wore no makeup, having presumably been forced to take a shower when she was booked the previous evening, but the pale skin of her face was clear and unblemished, aside from the piercings at nose, ear, and eyebrow.
