Sully’s Return

A Ms Americana fanfic By Comix_Fana

ACT II

Ten minutes had passed when Sullivan parked his car in parking spot P-33.

"This is fucked…I’m so eager I got here way too fast. She likely wanted the 20 minutes to wash up and have those antiviral and antibacterial purges done before seeing me…besides, she’s just been raped for pity’s sake! Her wanting sex with me ain’t very likely!" He reasoned, locking up his car.

He walked towards the entrance to the Condo, feeling his heart beating faster. He took a deep breath, staring at the keypad near the door.

"Then again, I remember our love-making sessions back in College; it was like bloody tantric sex! What were the most orgasms she had one time? 12? 15? I forget! When she gets in that zone she’s like a wild woman." He thought.

He began twitching nervously at the thought.

"And the way she threw her arms around me and kissed me at the scene of the crime…something tells me that she is in the mood. Oh for cryin’ out loud, Sully, get a hold of yourself!" He thought.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"So I’m early, it’s a compliment to her; I couldn’t wait any longer to see her!" He thought, with a smirk.

He typed in buzz code PH-315 and heard the phone ring.

"Quentin, is that you?" Brenda’s voice said from the intercom.

"Yeah, sorry I’m a bit early!" He said.

"No that’s fine come on up, I’m still in the bath but I can see you from the security cams. I’ll let you in from here…join me in the tub, the water’s fine!" She said.

"On…on my way!" He replied.

The door buzzed and the lock opened automatically. He walked in and called the elevator.

"Trust Brenda to have security cameras and monitor screens in every room; and owning an entire floor…shit, she probably owns the whole building and rents out the other units!" Sullivan thought, chuckling.

In a luxurious marble bath the size of a large Jacuzzi, Brenda Wade leaned back, observing the security monitor screen hung on the wall. She took a sip of white wine and sighed, with a subtle cat-smile on her lips. She had the bottle on ice next to the tub, and a glass ready for Sullivan.

"Antiviral and antibacterial purges done…now a hot bath and a bit of TLC please…Quentin always knew how to make me feel right...15 orgasms in one sitting if I recall! I slept like a baby afterwards! Agreed I’ll need at least a week to fully re-power…but I need it. I need to feel like a wanted woman, not some cheap toy to be used and discarded by criminals." She thought.

She observed him as he boarded the elevator and pressed the PH button. Quentin had aged well, he looked rugged but handsome. His muscular physique balanced his sensitive, caring side quite well. She stretched her legs, raising her perfectly pedicured feet out of the sudsy water. She wiggled her toes and returned her feet under water. She picked up the security system’s remote control and switched to the Penthouse lobby camera.

"Come to me Mr. Sullivan, don’t make me wait you cruel tease!" She thought.

She took another sip of wine and saw the elevator doors open. A nervous looking Quentin exited the elevator cab.

"Am I making him nervous? He’s too sweet!" She thought, chuckling.

She pressed the intercom button on her remote control.

"Come in Quentin, the bathroom is the second door to your right!" She said.

She could feel her pulse speeding up out of anticipation. She pressed the electronic door’s lock on the remote and watched Sullivan enter on screen.

"Come to me Mr. Sullivan…I promise I’ll make you cum!" She thought again, grinning.

She took another sip of wine and sat up to refill her glass. The bathroom door opened. Quentin looked at her with a nervous smile.

"Ms Americana, I presume?" Sullivan said.

"Agent Sullivan, I was expecting you, please strip down and join me, help yourself to some wine!" She said.

He nodded, removing his leather jacket and dropping it to the floor. His sunglasses soon joined it, and he began unbuttoning his shirt.

"I took a gamble that you needed me as badly as I need you. I realize the circumstances are awkward; you lost your sister, I was just…sexually molested by the Aberration…but if you’re cool with this, I could really use some of your bedroom magic." Brenda said.

He dropped his shirt next to his jacket and sunglasses, and unbuckled his belt. She gave his muscular upper body an appreciative glance.

"Awkward’s the word…but you are right; I need you as badly as you need me; probably worse." He said.

She smiled at him. He dropped his pants to his ankles, and struggled to remove his snakeskin boots while his pants were down; making her giggle.

"I won’t lie to you and say I never cum when my alter ego is sexually assaulted, truth is I do. But those orgasms leave me feeling demeaned, humiliated and pissed off as hell, like I’m some cheap toy to be used and discarded by my assailant." She said.

She looked at Sullivan who had managed to remove one boot and was now struggling with the other, cussing quietly, making her giggle again.

"You on the other hand always cared about me; you always did everything to pleasure me, and always made sure I was satisfied…God I missed you!" Brenda said.

Sullivan smiled, now fully naked. He walked closer to the tub and poured himself a glass of wine.

"I missed you too Brenda …you always knew how to pleasure me, tease me the right way…bring me close to the edge, build me up until…" He said.

"Until Old Faithful erupted…which usually happened after you’d already given me multiple orgasms! And then I’d sleep like a baby with you holding me in your arms…" She said.

He smiled fondly at the memory and took a sip of wine. She pointed at her mouth.

"Pucker up Quentin, plant one right here and tell me if I still taste like stale clam chowder!" Brenda said, smirking.

Sullivan chuckled, and put his glass down. He bent over and kissed her, his tongue parting her lips. Their tongues intertwined like snakes, in a long, passionate kiss.

"No ma’am, you taste positively wonderful, a hint of spearmint with the fruity bouquet of white wine!" Sullivan said.

She chuckled, splashing a bit of bath water at him.

"Now stop making me wait, get in the tub already!" Brenda said.

"Hm, you might want to lower the water level a bit…you’re looking at mega flooding when all 230 pounds of me get in!" Sullivan said.

"Will do…" Brenda said, smiling.

She pulled the stopper and let the water level drop until it was just below her massive breasts.

"Now look what you did, my nipples got cold; you’ll have to warm them up you bad boy!" Brenda said.

He grinned, climbing into the tub with her. The water level climbed back a few inches, covering only the lower half of her nipples. He scooted over closer to her, gently held her breasts and kissed her nipples, warming them up, getting them hard, and making her moan.

"There, feeling better?" He asked.

"Mmmh yeah, much better …turn around; I’ll give you a sponge bath!" She said.

He complied and leaned back, feeling her firm G-cuppers pressing against his back. She soaked a sponge in bath water and went over Sullivan’s body with it, face, neck, throat, shoulders, arms and back. The feel of her breath at the back of his neck gave him goose bumps.

"Stand up Quentin; I’m cleaning your lower body next." She said.

He chuckled and stood up, feeling the sponge against the small of his back, buttocks and hamstrings. She sponged his inner thighs; ‘accidentally’ brushing against the back of his scrotum. She reached under water to scrub his calves.

"Now turn around so I can do your front…" She said.

He complied and turned around; sporting a throbbing hard-on.

"Hmm, Mr. Sullivan, getting a bit excited are we?" She said, coyly.

"You have a talent for understatement!" He said.

"Well then, I’ll clean this big bad boy up, but first…" She said.

She sponged his muscular chest and abdomen; working her way down to his crotch, breathing on his cock. She sponged his massive quadriceps and then focused on his boner. It was his turn to moan, as the wet sponge went over his dick and balls, slowly and sensuously. With a teasing grin, she pulled his foreskin back and went over his cock a second time with the soapy sponge. She put the sponge aside and grabbed the showerhead at the end of the tub and turned on the water, making sure it was warm. She rinsed him off, getting rid of the soapy film on his cock. She turned the showerhead off, and moved her mouth closer to Quentin’s cock.

"Now let’s see if I did a good job cleaning you up!" She said.

She took the head of his dick in her mouth, flicking her tongue all over it; making him groan.

"Hmm yeah, squeaky clean, I did a good job!" She said.

"You ain’t kidding!" He moaned.

"Oh, you like that huh? Don’t you dare cum yet Quentin, we’re only getting started!" She said, smirking.

She took a sip of wine in her mouth and resumed her blowjob with a mouthful of wine, making him gasp.

"Oh God Brenda, that feels so awesome! The cold of the wine, the warmth of your mouth…" He said.

With his cock still in her mouth, she swallowed the wine and started taking him in deeper in her mouth, sucking, licking, making loud slurping noises. He put his hands on her head, to keep his balance. She added a smooth, firm stroke with her right hand to compliment the movements of her mouth, and cupped his balls with her left hand.

"Mmmm yeah…Oh God Brenda...you still know how to tease me the right way! Wait, your wine trick just gave me an idea…sit up on the edge of the bath!" He said, panting.

She gave him a curious look and complied. He spread her legs open and she understood what he had in mind, grinning. He grabbed his glass of wine with one hand and spread her labia with the other. First, he flicked his tongue on her pussy, making her gasp. She reached between her legs and held her labia spread open to allow him free range of motion. He shot her a playful grin and tilted his glass near her clit. She threw her head back and let out a loud moan of pleasure as he slowly poured his glass of wine on her clit, drinking it from her labia, licking and slurping frantically. Once his glass was finally empty, he put it back down and continued giving her head, his tongue greedily licking the remaining flavor of wine from her clit and labia, driving her crazy.

"OH GOD! OH GOD QUENTIN YES! YEEEES! OH FUCK I’M CUMMMING!" She screamed.

She was entering her insatiable, oversexed mode, and this time, she would not try to fight it. She intended to enjoy it fully with multiple orgasms; and this was a good start. She looked at Quentin lustfully, gasping and trembling. They would need to reconvene in her bedroom, sooner than later.

"Oh you’re so right; the coldness from the wine, the warmth from your mouth, your smooth, gifted tongue…I came so good!" Brenda said.

"It’s always my pleasure to pleasure you!" He said, smiling.

He resumed his lip service, licking her labia and clit; tentatively inserting his tongue in her pussy, making her yelp. He focused on her clit again, licking and suckling it gently.

"Oh Quentin, oh Quentin…s...slow down, puh-please slow down, too sensitive; too intense! I…c… c…can’t breathe! I…I…can’t think! I…I’m…cuh…cuh…CUMMING AGAIN!" Brenda shouted.

She held Quentin’s head back; catching her breath. He looked at her with a passionate, piercing stare. He stood up and kissed her, holding her close; the feel of her firm 38-G breasts squeezing against his chest turning him on even more.

"As…as you wish…tell me what would please you Brenda!" He said.

She smiled and stretched her leg to pull the stopper with her foot, to drain the tub completely.

"While the tub drains…fuck me doggy-style…but stay in control Quentin, don’t cum yet!" She said.

She stood up, turned around, bent over, arched her back and held onto the edge of the tub to keep her balance.

"And don’t worry, the antiviral and antibacterial purges got rid of any infection or disease the Aberration may have carried…and I am on the pill." She said.

He leaned on her; put his arms around her waist held her tight against his muscular body. She gasped as he whispered in her ear.

"Who’s worried?" He said.

He straightened up and spread her firm, muscular butt cheeks apart, pointing his cock at the opening of her pussy. He slid into her, nicely and smoothly, making her moan loudly. He gradually increased the cadence, holding her firmly by the waist, enjoying the feel of her buttocks against his groin.

"Oooh yeah Quentin that’s good! Fuck me harder…and spank me too! I’ve been such a bad girl!" She said.

"Yeah…she still knows how to tease!" Sullivan thought.

He fucked her harder, pulling her ass towards him with each thrust for increased impact.

"OH YEAH, LIKE THAT! SPANK ME TOO QUENTIN!" She shouted.

He let go of her waist and pulled out, giving her shapely rump a double slap; making her shout a loud "AAAH!" and resumed fucking her, panting and sweating heavily. She began to slowly move her pelvis in a circular motion with each of his thrusts, squeezing his dick within her tight cunt.

"Oh shit Brenda that’s way too intense, cut it out, you’ll make me cum too soon!" He said.

"Sorry!" She said, smirking.

With his cock still deep in her pussy, she wiggled her ass one last time, knowing how intense and passionate he became when she teased him. He pulled out of her, giving her ass a few more stiff slaps for good measure.

"OW! Oh you enjoy spanking me don’t you, you dirty boy!" She said.

"Lemme kiss it better Brenda!" he said.

He knelt down in the draining tub and kissed Brenda’s red butt cheeks. He then began licking them, flicked his tongue in her butt crack and spread her cheeks apart making her gasp. He stuck out his tongue, pressed it on her clit and made his way back up over her labia and paused to give her pink asshole a lustful look. Unable to resist, he started licking her asshole and inserted a finger in her pussy; making her breathe faster and groan.

"Oh…oh yeah that’s good…don’t stop…" She said.

Overtaken by lust, he began darting his tongue in and out of her tight ass, while still finger fucking her pussy.

"OH YEAH, OH YEAAAHHHH…DON’T STOP QUENTIN, I’M CUMMING AGAIIIINNN!" She screamed in pleasure.

She stood up straight and turned around, pulling Quentin to his feet. She put her arms around him, trembling. He closed his eyes and held her.

"First…first time I get a rim job! I had no idea it would feel so pleasurable!" Brenda said, smiling.

"Glad you liked it…my balls ache though, Brenda…" Sullivan said, opening his eyes.

"Be strong for me Quentin, I promise I’ll make it worth your while…ever tried anal?" She asked.

"No, but I’ve fantasized about it." He said.

"When I’ve had my fill of orgasms, I’ll let you fuck my ass and cum on my tits, sound good?" She asked.

She laughed good-heartedly at the mesmerized look on his face. He nodded silently.

"Let’s get out of this tub and go to the bedroom!" She said.

They got out of the tub and she took him by the hand, leading him out of the bathroom. She grabbed a large body-towel on their way out.

"I just hate sleeping on the wet spot you see." She said, with a wink.

Oblivious to the lavish, posh décor, Sullivan’s mind was focused on one thing; pleasuring Brenda, satisfying her. She led him to a spacious bedroom with a King-sized bed, covered with red satin sheets and too many pillows.

"No wonder she brought the towel…cum stains must be a bitch to clean off satin!" He thought.

She let go of his hand and spread the towel on top of the bed. With a teasing smirk, she looked at his cock, with her hands on her hips.

"Now then; who said it was okay for you to take a nap, little Sully?" Brenda said.

"Cold air does that to him every time!" Sullivan joked back.

"Well then, I better warm him up; turn him back into big Sully again!" Brenda said.

She knelt down on the thick carpet, held Quentin’s balls in her left hand and stroked his cock with her right hand. She took it in her mouth, feeling it grow bigger, harder and stiffer.

"Oh yeah Brenda, that was the ticket! What can I do for your pleasure?" He asked.

"The thump and grind was always one of my favorites!" She said, smiling.

He smiled and nodded, that "technique" was also one of his favorites.

"Gladly Ms Wade, please assume position!" He said, with a wink.

She lay in bed on top of the towel, snickering; and spread her legs open. Quentin joined her in bed. They kissed, and before going ahead with the ‘thump and grind’, he focused his attention on her wonderful 38-G breasts. He kissed her nipples; licked them, sucked them, bit them gently and licked them some more, making them rock hard, and making Brenda moan and groan with pleasure. He squeezed her breasts hard and worried for a moment that he might be hurting her, but was convinced otherwise by her moans and grunts of pleasure. Unable to help himself, he buried his face between her massive tits, kissing and licking their warm, soft, firm flesh.

"Easy boy, easy…how about that thump and grind?" Brenda asked, breathing hard.

Quentin smiled sheepishly and nodded. He knelt between Brenda’s open legs, placing them on his shoulders. He took her hands in his, pinning them to the bed above her shoulders, and with a firm, sharp thrust; stuck his dick deep in her pussy, making her gasp. She slid her legs down to the crook of his elbows for more comfort. She waited with anticipation for Quentin’s specialty.

The thump and grind had always driven Brenda crazy back in College; in fact it was during an extended thump and grind session that she had reached 15 consecutive orgasms. First, Quentin would do several shallow thrusts, almost making her beg him to fuck her deeper. Then out of nowhere, the thump – the anticipated deep thrust that would drive her out of her mind. Whilst still deep in her pussy -the grind - he would rub his pubis onto her clit, which was so intense that she could barely think. After that, several deep hard thrusts that would drive her wild with ecstasy, and then…he would repeat the treatment, sometimes for hours.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Hey I asked for it, didn’t I?" She said.

With a lustful smile, he began the shallow thrusts, making her breathe faster.

"Oh, ooooh…oh my God Quentin…may…maybe the…huh…angle’s different this…this time around …aaaaah…but the shallow thrusts are h…hitting my G-spot j…j…just right…I...AAAAAAH! Don’t stop….DON’T YOU DARE STOP! CUH …CUH…CUMMING AGAAAAIN!" Brenda shouted, in ecstasy.

The following deep thump thrust made her shout a loud "OH!" again out of pleasure.

"Shit, that was fast, that g-spot poke triggered that orgasm like a lightning bolt!" She said.

Smiling, he proceeded with fast, deep, hard thrusts, getting more pleasured screams out of her. He stopped and paused, to enjoy the sensations; there was the feel of her soft hands squeezing his hands; the feel of her hot, wet pussy, greedily squeezing his cock; and the feel of her smooth legs resting in the crook of his elbows. She looked deep in his eyes with such an intense expression on her face that he thought she was angry.

"Stop teasing me like this you jerk, you skipped the grind, grind me already!" Brenda grunted.

He nodded, pressing his pubis against hers, moving his pelvis in a circular motion that made her exhale loudly and slowly. She joined in on the grind, adding pressure by pushing her pelvis upwards and following the same circular motion in the opposite direction for extra sensation.

"Mmmh…mmmmh….uunnhhh…hhhh…yeaaaahhh…" She moaned.

Without warning he switched to the shallow thrusts again, fucking her fast, stimulating her g-spot.

"OH FUCK! OH SHIT! OH SHIT! SO FAST! SO GOOD! S…S…STIMULATION S...S...SO INTENSE! C…C…CUMMINGGGG!" She screamed.

He crowned that last orgasm with another deep hard thrust.

"OH! S-stop Quentin, h-hold it for a s-second; lemme catch my breath!" She stammered.

Keeping his cock in her pussy, he let go of her hands and let her put her legs down. He tried to push himself up from the mattress, to allow her to breathe easier. Instead, she put her arms around him and pulled him closer, hugging him tightly, pressing her firm, voluptuous body against his. He could feel her pussy dripping against his balls, her big tits squeezing against his chest and her body quivering from the multiple orgasms.

"You haven’t lost a step Mr. Sullivan…kiss me!" She said.

He kissed her, warmly and passionately. He began moving his hips again, giving her an extra grind as they kissed.

"Hmmm…you…you’re wonderful!" She whispered.

Her hips joined in on the fun again, counter grinding with him, her wet, dripping pussy squeezing his cock tightly.

"You’re so…absolutely…wonderful!" She said again, feeling another budding orgasm.

He moved his mouth to her right nipple, kissing, licking and sucking as they grinded.

"Hmmm, MMMMH, YES…you’re…so…WONDERFUL…ma-king-me cum A-GAIIIIIN!" She screamed.

She kissed him and smiled.

"How’s old faithful doing?" Brenda asked.

"Throbbing, aching and ready to erupt!" He said.

"Well, I’m a woman of my word Quentin, my ass is yours!" She said, smiling.

"You had your fill already? I didn’t think you came 15 times yet!" He said.

"Six and counting, and nobody said I had to break my old record…besides, I’m likely to cum again when you fuck my ass." She said.

He pulled out of her and rolled to his side to allow her to change positions. She lay on her stomach, arching her back and raising her ass upward to give him easy access. He buried his face between her butt cheeks making her gasp out of surprise. He proceeded with giving her a second rim job, to lubricate her asshole with his saliva.

"Oh my GOD Quentin, that TONGUE of yours! It feels so GOOD!" She said, panting.

He straddled her hips for deeper penetration and pressed his throbbing cock against her asshole.

"Just be gentle, okay?" She said.

"I will, I promise." He said.

"And warn me when you’re ready to cum so I can turn on my back and take your hot jizm on my tits!" She said.

"You got it! Now make sure you’re relaxed. Superheroine or not, a sore asshole is no fun, and I’d like this to be pleasurable for you, not painful." He added, smiling.

"Oh Quentin; how I’ve missed having a considerate lover!" She thought.

She nodded and took a few deep breaths.

"Okay, go ahead Quentin, nice and slow." She said.

He increased the pressure on her asshole, going as gently and slowly as he could. The head of his dick was penetrating her ass when she let out a moan of pain.

"Want me to stop?" He asked.

"No just give me a second to relax a bit more…push it a bit deeper…AH…hold it…okay a bit more…it’s passing the sore spot that’s hardest, once you’re past it…it feels… just…siiiiiiiiiigh…fine…there, that’s better…fuck my tight ass Quentin!" she said, in a husky voice.

He started slowly, getting accustomed to the sensations. Her ass felt tight and hot. Not as wet as her pussy, but pleasurable no less. He was in her forbidden zone, at her request. He was fucking the voluptuous Brenda Wade’s hot, tight ass and getting off on it. Her firm, muscular buttocks pressing against his groin felt unbelievably good as he humped her rump.

"Ooooh that feels better than I thought…you…your humping’s stimulating my g-spot again…oh God yeah, hump my ass faster Quentin!" She said.

"Oh I love humping your ass!" He grunted.

"MMMH…MMMH…MMMMHH!" She moaned.

"Yeah baby, yeah; cum again for me! Do it Brenda, one more orgasm, you can do it girl; do it!!" He whispered.

"Yes Quentin, yes Quentin, YEEEEEEEEEESSS!" She screamed; cumming again.

His cock still deep in her ass, he leaned forward and reached around her body, hugging her, caressing her tits; feeling her hard nipples in the palms of his hands.

"Gimme Old Faithful Quentin, give it to me! I wanna feel your hot, sticky cum all over MY TITS!" She said.

"Let’s make this easier then, turn on your back!" He said.

He pulled out of her ass, allowing her to turn on her back. She gave him a lustful look, pushing her massive tits together.

"Ready to erupt are you, Mr. Sullivan?" She said.

"Not quite yet Ms Wade…" He said.

He spread her legs open again and slid his cock back into her tight ass. Pulling her legs up, he kissed her feet as he fucked her ass.

"NNNNNH! Rou…round two? I created an ass monster! And I forgot you had a foot fetish Quentin!" Brenda said.

"Foot, leg, ass, tit, face…you could say I have a fetish for your whole body Brenda!" He said.

She snickered, as he kissed the arch of her right foot, then each toe one by one, and then did the same with her left foot, all the while humping her hot tight ass. Her right hand joined the fray, caressing her clit, inserting a finger in her pussy and returning to her clit, adding to her pleasure. With an ecstasied expression on her face, she inserted her perfectly pedicured right foot’s big toe in his mouth, which he gladly sucked. Her perfectly pedicured left foot’s big toe joined its counterpart in Sullivan’s mouth.

"Am I your mistress Quentin?" She asked in a husky voice.

"Yeah…" he grunted.

"Are you my love toy?" She asked again.

"Yeah…"He grunted again.

"Do you enjoy fucking me?" She asked again.

"YEAHHH…" He said, louder.

"Does your cock feel good fucking my tight ass?" She asked again.

"OH YEAAAAH MISTRESS!" He grunted even louder.

"Cum for your mistress Quentin; cover my big tits with your cum! Make me all wet and sticky Quentin; do it, DO IT!" She shouted, overcome with lust.

"OH GOD BRENDA, I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUH…" He shouted.

"OOOH!" She shouted back out of excitement.

She pushed her massive tits together, awaiting the flow, and stuck out her tongue. He pulled out of her ass and arched his back as old faithful erupted. The first big cum shot hit Brenda square in the tits with a few drops hitting her flat abdomen, the second big shot hit her tits and face with a few drops landing on her tongue; and the last big shot hit her abdomen and the bottom part of her tits. The final shots, much smaller, hit her abdomen and pubic area. He leaned forward, sweating, and put his hands on the mattress beside Brenda’s head to keep his balance. Gasping and panting in the after-glow of a long, passionate love-making session, they looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

"Was it good?" She asked.

"Amazing…was it good for you? Sorry I came on your face…couldn’t control the trajectory…" He said.

"Nothing a warm facecloth can’t fix…and you were positively wonderful Quentin…I’m gonna sleep like a baby until noon tomorrow!" She said.

End of Act II