Showtime, Kid

"Showtime's in an hour, kid!" Spitfire called through the door as she knocked on it. It was about to be Soarin's first big show, having just been promoted from a background performer. He was supposed to be in suit and warming up at least half an hour ago, but she didn't blame him for being just a little bit nervous. She was sweating bullets during her first main show too, after all. Still, it didn't hurt to try to keep him on schedule. Spitfire was all too aware that shaking in your dressing room wasn't going to help.

"I'm, uh, trying to fix something, Spitfire!" Spitfire lifted an eyebrow as she could hear something off about Soarin's voice. It was what, shaky? Kind of nervous and a little bit tired too. Oh no, the kid wasn't trying to take the edge off with a bottle of courage juice before the show, was he? Too many would-be Wonderbolts had wrecked their own shows trying to pull that trick. Not taking any chances, she barged through the carelessly unlocked door. The sight inside would have shocked a less experienced performer, but for Spitfire it was merely awkward. Her partner had his show suit peeled off to the waist, with both of his hands crammed past the waist.

"We've got tape for that, Soarin," Spitfire said as she folded her arms and shot him a sarcastic grin. Yeah, the suits were skintight and just a little bit sexy on anyone fit enough to be in the Wonderbolts, but this was probably the first time she'd ever caught a guy just plain jerking off in one. Not that she had a problem with the candy in front of her eyes. "I'll let you get back to your little ritual there. Anything to take the edge off right?"

"Wait! I'm not doing the you-know-what, really!" The orange haired Wonderbolt rolled her eyes. Of course not, can't look silly in front of your senior on the first night. "I can't get the suit on. It's, uh, too big." The woman was about to shoot back, telling him the suit was specifically tailored for him, when she figured out what he was no doubt talking about. Like she hadn't heard that claim a million times in her life. Now she had to look at see for herself. When she turned around, his erect shaft was most certainly sticking out of the front of the zipper, with the rest of the thing outlined in the spandex.

"That's what you call too big?" It wasn't particularly big or small, but Spitfire couldn't let that claim go without shooting it down. Then again, maybe bruising his ego before his first show wasn't the best of ideas.

"Not big like that! I mean it got big and I can't make it small again!" Soarin sounded an undeniably extra dopey now. Did nobody ever tell him that it was called an erection? But of course the scathing remake bounced off his thick skull.

"All you have to do is just..." Words failed her. How was she supposed to describe masturbating to a kid this clueless? She mimicked the motion in mid-air, only to have the blue-haired Wonderbolt make the same motion back at her. He didn't get it at all, did he? Spitfire tried to rationalize what she was about to do. She did burst into the dressing room uninvited and make a snappy comment about his penis. Fuck it, why did she have to justify it like that? There was a cut, half-naked man pumped full of adrenaline with a boner in front of her, and she was not going to feel guilty about taking advantage of the situation.

Her grip wrapped itself right around the tip of his member and gave it a firm squeeze and tug. The yelp that came out of Soarin's lungs had a blend of surprise and arousal in it, with just the slightest dash of pain. The female Wonderbolt lead her teammate dick-first to the couch at the opposite end of the room. Luckily, he didn't need to be told to sit down. Kneeling in front of him, Spitfire unzipped the rest of his suit, allowing his length to spring out. After a good lick of her lips, she spat into both of her hands and rubbed her palms together. Her strokes started off gingerly, not wanting to set her partner off too early. As one hand squeezed and pumped his shaft, the other tickled and danced around his head and crown. The way his breath was becoming ragged and his rippled abs were rapidly contracting, he was probably enjoying it. She chuckled, wondering what the rookie was thinking about to stop from blowing his load so early.

Spitfire crawled up Soarin's body. Her lips met his stomach, flat as a washboard. They were so hard and toned, she just had to feel them for herself. As her tongue crossed up and down his abs, she unzipped her suit. Sure, her breasts were small as would be expected on an athlete of her type, but she knew Soarin had trouble keeping his eyes off of them. She pressed his cock, now drooling with precum, between her modest mounds. One hand went to his balls, massaging and milking them. Something between a huff and a groan let her know that Soarin approved. She continued to stroke and squeeze his testicles as her bare chest rubbed against his manhood.

The aroma and taste of his body was beginning to affect her too. Spitfire knew she had to stay aware of the time, so she resolved in her head to make this one a quickie, Wonderbolts style. Her tongue reached out, cleaning the droplets of semen from his tip. The shudder from his body was music to her ears and the salty flavor danced in her mouth. She took in a deep breath, inhaling the the scent of his arousal. Musky was the only appropriate description, and Spitfire loved it. She looked up at Soarin and flashed him a wicked grin. He had no time to react before she started.

Spitfire's lips wrapped around the head of his penis. Taking in only the head, she teased him with flicks of her tongue across his tip and the gentlest pressure from her teeth on his crown. Her hands went back to working on the rest of his genitals, stroking his shaft and testes. Her tongue swirled around his head, leaving no bit of him unlicked. Her mouth departed momentarily to deliver a few more kisses and licks to his glans, now purple and swollen with desire. A soft humm resonated through her lips as she admired her work.

A long, drawn-out lick down his shaft elicited another vocal reaction from the male Wonderbolt. Spitfire was amused at how easy it was to keep control of her partner.Running her tongue back up the trail, she ended in a puff of breath right on his tip. Soarin's hands had balled up, grabbing fistfuls of fabric now. How polite of him, not to pull on Spitfire's carefully styled hair. There had to be a reward for so much self-retraint, right?

The taste and smell of his scrotum and balls in her mouth was even more pungent than his cock. As she suckled on his smooth, shaven sack, her hands went back to work on his cock. Her strokes were speeding up now, and her fingers were beginning to play rough with his corona. The shaking in his legs told her that he was struggling for all he was worth to keep it in. As she rolled his testicles with her tongue, she decided it was time for the finale. With one last kiss to each ball, her mouth left a trail of kisses up his veiny shaft and ended at the top.

Her eyes met his again. Soarin was sweating like a hog, but his gaze was fixated with pure lust. Ever the performer, Spitfire gave him a confident smile. "Make sure you watch kid, because you're going to love it," she said. Never taking her bright eyes off of his, her mouth descended on his cock. She took her time, only taking in about half of his length on the first go. She couldn't very well give him all the pleasure at once. Her hands planted on his thighs as her head bobbed up and down, humming around his throbbing cock. It was hot in her mouth, pulsing and twitching with every movement. She began to make half-moaning, half-slurping sounds as she went to town on him. Her neck craned this way and that, bathing all angles of his shaft with her tongue. It was mostly for show, but she knew how much men loved a loud, sloppy blowjob.

Preparing herself with a sharp inhale, she swallowed his entire member. Her chin met his scrotum and her nose met his groin, all while her eyes twinkled back at his. She could feel him throbbing down her throat. Hands pinning him to the couch, she began her final sprint. Every lift of her head produced a sloppy slurping noise, her saliva bathing his member. She moaned and hummed the entire time, pleasing him with her warm and vibrating throat. Every time she took him down to the hilt, another shudder ran through Soarin's body. The male Wonderbolt finally grabbed each of Spitfire's wrists, squeezing them with almost inhuman strength. He orgasmed with violent force, thrusting his hips repeatedly into Spitfire's face as he flooded her mouth with his seed. For several waves, Spitfire swallowed down the hot semen like a professional. When the last shot of his cum filled her mouth, she lifted her head off of him. A trail of white goo still connecting her lower lip to his tip, she stuck her tongue out to show him the last of his semen. Never taking her eyes off of his, she closed her mouth, swallowed, and stuck her clean tongue back out with a devious smile. Soarin's eyes never left the sight.

Spitfire went back between his legs, but with less fervor this time. Now she had to clean up. Licking all the bodily fluids off his cock was a fun task, but as she did it, the redhead began to realize that she had worked up quite the heat inside herself too. She could feel that itch between her legs, even as she watched Soarin's manhood go limp beneath her tongue. That was okay, since she was only going to be in the background for tonight's show. Nobody would notice if her performance was a bit jittery. But still, she had just done the rookie a favor. It wouldn't hurt to call in some payback.

"Hey Soarin," she said as she bent over to zip up her spandex suit. She did a few basic stretches, making sure her partner could see every bit of her tight, toned body pressing against the blue spandex. "No groupies tonight. You're showering with me after the show. Got it?" She couldn't tell which was sillier, the fervor with which he nodded or the elated grin on his face.