Barbarella: Giving An Angel Something To Remember (Patreon)

Pygar lay on his back in the middle of a large bed. All he wore was the narrow strip of black cloth that hid his blinded eyes. Even his loincloth was off. Barbarella somewhat missed it, for though it hid the final perfection of his tall, chiseled physique, it kept the sexuality of his perfect form from overwhelming the rest of her aesthetic appreciation. Without it, she saw his thick cock, limp where it lay on his rolling abs.

Slupe walked up to the bed, standing there looking at his manhood, licking her lips, her legs trembling. She was overwhelmed as Barbarella had feared she would be, but it was not so bad to be overwhelmed. Barbarella hoped she looked half as beautiful as Slupe did, overcome with lust, ready to surrender to pleasure instead of holding onto pain.

Barbarella went around to the other side of the bed, also admiring Pygar’s fat cock and sizable testes. There was a mirror on the ceiling, as big as the bed, so that Pygar could’ve admired himself from above if only he could see.

“I can sense femininity in here with me,” Pygar said, breaking the silence with almost a physical shock. Slupe nearly jumped back. “An abundance of femininity. Barbarella, perhaps. Or more?”

Slupe looked at Barbarella, who put a finger to her lips. Slupe nodded—she didn’t want to talk any more than the blonde did. But she did want to do plenty of other things with the beautiful angel, and with his lovely cock, and she’d leave the possible consequences to Barbarella. She was tired of worrying about anything at all. She knew with Pygar, she wouldn’t have to worry about obtaining pleasure—his cock obviously had plenty to give. And she needn’t worry about pleasing him either. Barbarella would more than take care of that.

“It doesn’t matter,” Pygar continued in his lilting, lovely voice. “I share myself willingly with you, Barbarella—you, in turn, may share me with whoever you wish.”

Barbarella shed her clothes, as did Slupe, wondering if Pygar could tell there were two of them from how much clothes was rustling off their naked flesh, or still think it might be one from how little of it they wore. Pygar would soon find out for sure how outnumbered he was; Slupe hoped she wouldn’t have to fight Barbarella to get her share. She almost wished she had Pygar all to herself. Even if she’d enjoyed Barbarella’s company quite a lot so far…

They were finished undressing now—luscious, towheaded Barbarella, with her sun-bright flesh seemingly barely contained by her supple curves and dark-haired, swarthy-skinned Slupe, one eye darkened by a patch, her nipples dusky, even her cunt a shade of purple quite unlike Barbarella’s vivid pink. Barbarella’s eyes lasciviously traveled over Slupe’s curvy body before she got on the bed by the headboard. Pygar reached up, feeling around for her, and Barbarella thrust out her plump chest for him to find and fondle. As he caressed her, she leaned down to kiss him.

Slupe knew Barbarella was leaving Pygar’s cock—and all the voluptuous sensations that would go with it—to her, contenting herself with romance over passion, but a part of the Dark Queen still wished she had Pygar all to herself. His cock, his kisses, everything. But she kept watching them kissing, their tongues traveling heatedly in and out of their joined mouths, and Slupe felt a pang of arousal herself. She wondered how much of her really wanted Barbarella gone—and how much of her wanted Pygar gone—how much of her wanted only to watch the two of them.

Then she saw Pygar’s girthy cock lifting into ardor before she’d even touched it and Slupe felt jealousy intermingled with wanting to see Barbarella receive it as she was receiving his kisses.

Telling herself that she was being silly, and that what Barbarella wanted was to see her take that, Slupe got up on the bed between Pygar’s opened legs. She touched his muscular thighs—smooth and soft to the touch. There wasn’t much hair on his body, only some golden fluff over his groin, with threads of it extending up his belly. She took his big cock in her hand, felt how hard it was, and felt it get even more stiff inside her fist.

Slupe bit her lip, getting more excited herself to be touching Pygar so intimately instead of just watching. She felt her labia growing damp and knew that wetness would soon be called for. She wouldn’t be doing without tonight, even if Barbarella was getting fed from this feast as much as her.

Slupe glanced up at the mirror, as if fleeing the intensity of what she was seeing and the consternation it filled her with. It was a little strange to see everything reflected down on her. There was a layer of artifice in it. With Pygar blind, perhaps what he was feeling was reality and everything Slupe was seeing—everything except the big hard shaft filling her hand—was illusion.

She watched the other Dark Queen in the mirror as her fist slowly moved up and down on Pygar’s stiffly throbbing flesh. Then she looked back down, directly at the swollen member, and the smell wafting up off Pygar’s aroused manhood hit her senses along with the attractive, alabaster sight of him. The combination made her feel a little giddy. His length had to be all of nine inches. Maybe an even ten.

Stroking downward, Slupe stopped her caressing at the base of Pygar’s long, rigid stiffness, keeping her fingers wrapped around the pulse of his arousal centered there. She leaned over him, as Barbarella had, and licked at the striking pallor of his glans. It seemed to taste much better than the other cocks she’d sampled, but there wasn’t much of a taste.

She twirled her tongue around and around the sleek flesh, but still couldn’t describe it as a musk. Not after the perfumed mons, the honeyed wine inside of Barbarella. In comparison, Pygar struck her as bland, and Slupe found her shifting loyalties again aligned with Barbarella, wishing the angel was gone and she could be the blonde’s personal devil, tormenting her until she didn’t know hell from heaven.

Then she felt Barbarella’s hand on top of her head, heavier than any crown, urging her down onto the lengthy spike of Pygar’s arousal. Slupe opened her mouth wide and engulfed him—first helmet, then collar, then Pygar’s hips lifted up from the mattress and drove the next few inches of his length into Slupe’s sucking mouth. His ass came back down to the bed, but Slupe followed his cock down and took even more of it into her mouth, her other hand grabbing hold of his heavily laden balls.

She was actually sucking an angel’s prick! Submitting to Barbarella, submitting in a way to Pygar, and even in another way to herself. All the taboos that were no longer forbidden gave her even more thrills than the dainty, lacking taste of Pygar—too incorruptible to have much of a spice to him. Slupe found herself wishing Barbarella would whip or spank her, as she’d once promised too. This all felt too good and seemed too right to be any bad. No matter what happened, though, the Dark Queen was glad they’d turned out this way. Already she had memories she’d treasure forever.

Slupe now held the base of Pygar’s fat, jutting cock with only her thumb and forefinger, leaving more for her to fit into her needing mouth. His glans struck the back of her throat every time she forced herself down on his erection. She didn’t think she could possibly take it all, but she couldn’t stop trying.

The Dark Queen relaxed her throat muscles, as Barbarella had taught her, and took Pygar’s length down into her gullet until she felt the fuzzy gold of his pubic mat tickling her nostrils. All of her confusion was gone now, or transmogrified—now she was awash in needs.

She wanted to taste Pygar’s cum spurting into her mouth, feel it rushing down her throat, but she also wished for his manhood to be buried in her pussy. There was also Barbarella to think about. Seeing the blonde being ravished would be a pleasure every bit as supple as anything Pygar could inflict upon her.

Caught between the thought of Barbarella and the feel of Pygar’s engorged cockhead deep in her throat, Slupe’s eye shut to better concentrate on her emotions conflicting and all the myriad delights that demanded her attention. But the siren song of Barbarella and Pygar’s tryst dominated them all.

She opened her eye to look upon the golden-haired lovers and saw them still kissing passionately, Pygar fondling Barbarella’s lovely tits, her slender fingers traveling over his athletic physique. Instantly, Slupe decided that Pygar might need a little rest if their encounter was to be prolonged—and she desperately wanted it to be prolonged. She slurped her way up to the crown of his erection, then pulled her mouth off his saliva-coated length, cooing aloud at the sight of it throbbing angrily with passion in the absence of her ministrations.

Slupe didn’t want to give herself an aching jaw. She’d rather try licking his balls instead. Before she could, though, Pygar had stopped kissing Barbarella, apparently taking the stopping of the blowjob as a sea change in the entire sex act.

“I won’t try to guess who belongs to the mouth between my legs, but she knows everything about what she’s doing.”

Slupe stopped herself from saying thank you just in time.

“Why don’t I pass along the favor?” Pygar continued. “My throat is dry and I hope by now both of you are amply ready to quench my thirst.”

Barbarella gave Slupe a saucy look, shaking her head as if to jokingly chide her for the naughtiness of how well she’d suckled Pygar’s erection, before she herself straddled Pygar’s head and lowered her cunt down to his waiting mouth.

Slupe watched the angel’s strong tongue travel over Barbarella’s slit, then his powerful fingers grasped her full buttocks. Little moans spilled from Barbarella’s lips as she was tasted. Her flavor met with Pygar’s pleasure. His tongue returned to her sex for more. And his firm thighs opened more, before Slupe even tried to duck her head down to lick his balls.

The Dark Queen found herself inexorably drawn down there, caught between her own desire for Pygar and his desire for her, both of which seemed too strong to possibly be mere thoughts inside her head. They were physical things, aching addictive needs, and when she kissed and tongued Pygar’s toned thighs, Slupe was satisfying a hunger that might as easily have starved her to death.

She licked at his downy-haired scrotum, then sucked a burgeoning teste into her mouth. The other ball throbbed against her splayed lips and Slupe pushed the one in her mouth out with her tongue, intending to lavish the other one with all the treatment her lips could give it. Before she could, though, she felt the bed shake and looked up to see Barbarella bouncing and thrashing in a lovely climax.

Oh my goodness! Slupe heard her own thoughts sounding like Barbarella’s voice, though she’d certainly never say anything as mild as that. He certainly knows what to do with a woman!

She ran her tongue up the underside of Pygar’s rigidly thrusting erection until her lips were at the tip. She enclosed the burgeoning head with her mouth and sucked, trying to memorize the taste of Pygar’s cockhead, the feel of its heft in her mouth, as she sensed she’d soon be trading places with Barbarella.

She was very ready for that. Slupe was close to orgasm already and she looked forward to having Pygar rush her along on her journey to that blissful peak. She was even tempted to impale herself on his awesome masculinity, but first she wanted to give Barbarella the chance to get her mouth around his glory. It was only fair; if it weren’t for the blonde, this wondrous fuck would never have happened at all!

Pygar’s strong hands clinched on Barbarella’s slender waist, holding her up and away from his face as his head settled down to the mattress, lips wetly gleaming. “That’s one thirst slaked. But now I’d like to do the same for the female that’s done such magnificent work pleasing my cock.”

The girls were moving before Pygar even finished his sentence. Slupe didn’t seat herself on his face right away, though. She waited until Barbarella truly swapped places with her, bowing down obeisantly to his groin and taking Pygar’s cock into her more-than-willing mouth.

Slupe had been afraid that she would be jealous—she was pleased to find she only felt a radiant happiness for Pygar. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as she could, even if it didn’t come from her body, and she could tell he liked how Barbarella sucked him off as much as he’d liked being sucked off by the Dark Queen, just in a different way.

She only hoped he wouldn’t explode in Barbarella’s endlessly gulping mouth. Magnanimous as she was becoming, Slupe couldn’t help but want that for herself. She didn’t think she’d ever be charitable enough to want anything less.

Pygar moaned. “And you don’t have anything more to learn about fellatio than your sister did. You two are perfectly matched!”