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Timeline - June 17th 2012 (Day of No Way Out)
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"No way Punk! You mean People Power is actually over and done with?"
"You better believe it Layla. Super Cena actually became useful for once…as well as Santino…and Alex…and Kofi…and Zack…and Brodus. Pretty much everyone who hates the Big Show's guts."
The WWE Champion and the Diva's Champion had both been keenly discussing the main event to No Way Out on their own in the former's private locker room. Layla was too busy applying on her make-up with Kaitlyn to take notice of the Cena/Laurinaitis match, so she had asked Punk to fill her in on the situation, although the Straight Edge Saviour took slyly unnoticeable glances towards the cleavage that was on show in her aqua and fuchsia wrestling outfit while telling her about the outcome to the main event of No Way Out.
Sure CM Punk was dating Lita and all, but the latter had slept around with other WWE Superstars while the two were going out, and she probably still does too, so why can't Punk do the same thing? Surely Lita would understand, and if not, Punk would just dump her anyway. It wasn't as if the end of the world was approaching.
"Ehh. I don't care about that part. I'm just glad no-one has to deal with that Laurinaitis twat anymore. He was getting on my nerves anyway." Layla said with a smirk while she secretly glanced at Punk's sweaty body. The only thing Punk was currently wearing right now was his wrestling trunks and his boots, leaving the English Diva a great opportunity to gaze at the alluring body of the Chicagoan wrestler.
"He was getting on everyone's nerves honey." Punk smirked at the Diva's Champion, only to eventually realise that she had been staring at his body like he was staring at hers. So much lust was swirling around in the atmosphere, and it had only just been picked up on just now by the WWE Champion. "Hey Lay? You know, if you're going to stare at me, you may as well get these trunks off, so you have more to stare at."
Initially Layla had widened her eyes in shock at the fact that she had been caught, but that wide-eyed expression soon morphed into a seductive smirk, as she complied with what Punk was telling her to do. "Well aren't you certainly an uncouth guy?" Her slender hands tugged at the waistband of his charcoal black wrestling trunks before she ripped them off to expose his semi-hard cock.
"Did I ever claim not to be?" Punk retorted with a smirk as Layla dropped to her knees so the English beauty was eye level to the Chicagoan's crotch. "I take it you like what you see down there."
"Oh yeah hon. It's looking real big and juicy from where I am." Layla said with a sultry lick of her lips at the sight of Punk's large dick, before she greedily engulfed a large portion of said shaft without any verbal warning.
"And you say I'm uncouth." Punk said as with a groan of pleasure whenever Layla's luscious lips reached the base of his hard cock.
The English Diva had formed a pattern whilst she was sultrily bobbing her head up and down Punk's thick length. Occasionally the British beauty would occasionally find that her nose was squashed up against Punk's neatly trimmed jet black pubic hairs, but she actually found that more alluring than off-putting.
As for Punk, he was just enjoying the enticing blowjob he was receiving so far. Layla may not have reached up to the standards of Trish and Lita, but she was certainly better than a lot of the current crop of Divas, that was for sure.
"You know, now that this is happening, it's no wonder why a lot of guys on the roster say you suck so much." Punk smirked as Layla continued to flawlessly suck up and down the length of his cock as if it had been a lollipop; until that remark at least.
"Oh honey, we're not feeling a touch of jealousy are we?" Layla said with a smirk that matched the size of Punk's, before she once again took in his meaty cock past her pouty lips.
"Oh Phillip's always feeling a touch of jealousy Layla. Don't you worry about that." Came a voice from the corridor. Layla jumped in shock while Punk just shrugged as their eyes had remained on the door which was opened (which made Layla feel quite irritated since she had asked Punk to close his door twice before the blowjob took place), until they could see that the voice had belonged to Chris Jericho, one of CM Punk's most recent rivals. "Don't look at me like that. You shouldn't have been naïve enough to leave the door open where anybody could just walk on in. Oh and Layla, if you want Punk to shut up, then just get him to suck a dick. It works on every wrestler all the time."
"Only one problem Christopher…I don't suck dick, in case you didn't know that." Punk said with a snarl as his eyes were fixated on the twenty year veteran, who was one of very few people that was on an identical level to the Straight Edge Saviour in terms of wit.
"Sure you don't kid. I'm sure Orton and Cena will back you up on that." Jericho smirked as he edged closer to Punk and Layla. "Oh yeah…and did you forget to mention to Layla here that you also sucked my dick, the night before WrestleMania?"
"Asshole." Punk said with a roll of his eyes as he moved closer to Jericho until there was virtually no air standing between them. "You sucked mine as well. Did you forget that?"
"Yep. I'm not gonna deny it, because I did. But you see…Phillip, at least I can admit the truth, unlike yourself. At least I'm able to admit that I sucked you off." Jericho said as the smirk remained on his handsome face. "And you know what, I bet you want me to do it again…don't you?" Those last two words that poured out of Jericho's mouth were nothing more than a sultry whisper that had travelled into Punk's earlobes.
"And if I said yes?" Punk asked with a perverse smirk that matched the size of his rival's.
"Then I'd get on my knees…" Jericho whispered enticingly again in Punk's earlobe, slowly getting to his knees as soon as he had finished talking for the moment. "…like this, and I'd show you and Layla that I've still got it." Chris winked before his hands had grabbed hold of the thick shaft that hardened with each slow, sultry stroke the native of Winnipeg gave.
"You know Chris, we may not see eye-to-eye in a lot of situations, but I think we can both agree this is a great position for you." Punk grinned as Chris eventually inserted an impeccably big portion of American dick into his Canadian mouth.
Chris already began expertly bobbing his head up and down on the hard cock that belonged to his arch-rival. Chris managed to cover the tip all the way down to the base of CM Punk's shaft with his saliva as Y2J had no trouble whatsoever in engulfing the whole length of the Chicagoan's member.
Layla, meanwhile, had only just removed the articles of clothing she had on to reveal her naked form to the two alluring hunks in front of her. Once she could feel the breezy air brush past her mocha skin, her eyes were fixated on the blowjob that was currently transpiring. "Ooh! You guys are getting so nasty in here. You gotta let me get another taste of that Chris."
It was only then when Chris spat out the American's chunky shaft so he could reply to the English beauty. "Then why don't you get on your knees with me Lay? It's big enough for two…right Phillip?" Jericho asked with a cheeky smirk as Layla gradually got on her knees facing one side of Punk's shaft while Jericho moved around to face the other side of Punk's dick.
"Well I don't wanna brag or anything…but Cena said that I had a huge fucking dick, with those exact words." Punk grinned as the sight of seeing a hunky Canadian and an alluring Englishwoman on their knees had made his member grow even larger than before, much to their delight.
It wasn't long before their tongues nimbly travelled through every single part of the WWE Champion's fat dick, occasionally swirling in a sultry manner around his scrotum.
Moans and groans of sexual pleasure oozed out of the charismatic Chicagoan's mouth as the two pink tongues that went to work on the intimate areas of his body felt like little yet incredibly impactful jolts of pleasure surge into his body.
As if that wasn't delightful enough for Punk already, Layla and Chris soon began to take turns accommodating the saliva coated tip of the Straight Edge Saviour's dick into their talented mouths, earning a cry from Punk that became louder and more blissful than the previous one.
The impeccable oral skills of Layla El and Chris Jericho proved to Punk that neither wrestler would ever be considered an amateur in the fine art of providing oral pleasure towards fellow WWE Superstars.
Separately, Chris and Layla were talented enough at giving out oral satisfaction of a divine calibre. Together, their tongues simultaneously dragging themselves up and down a rock hard cock would be enough to bring any man to a quick climax, no matter how high his sexual stamina was, and this proved to be the case for CM Punk as he felt that his inevitable orgasm was approaching very close at an extremely rapid speed.
It would be only a minute later before the travelling tongues garnered an aroused roar which saw shots of semen fly from Punk onto the aroused faces of Chris and Layla as they continued their oral assault on the WWE Champion until they were sure that all the cum had been drained temporarily from Punk's piss-slit onto the faces of Jericho and Layla.
The Straight Edge Saviour gave a few deep breathes after feeling the effects of a powerful ejaculation before he surprisingly found himself dropped to his knees along with Layla. The Chicagoan stud looked up to find that somehow Jericho was standing tall in comparison to the wrestlers who were on their knees. The American and the Canadian had somehow switched positions within the past ten seconds much to the surprise of the former.
"Don't act so surprised Phillip. You knew you'd have to be returning the favour sooner or later." Y2J said with a trademark smirk before he stripped himself of the grey t-shirt and baby blue denim jeans he had been wearing backstage to gradually reveal a rock hard Canadian cock with an impressive girth.
"Well according to you, it's not like I haven't done this before." The WWE Champion said as he rolled his eyes while his left hand slowly began to stroke the enticing shaft that stand proudly in front of his eyes. A minute later and Punk was still fisting the cock that belonged to his arch-rival.
"…Are you just going to stroke my dick or…whoa!" Chris was ultimately cut off as he shockingly moaned with joy as Punk had engulfed the whole of his dick with one fluid motion. It had both Y2J and the Diva's Champion stunned at the eagerness of Punk.
The Chicagoan's head bobbed up and down repeatedly, taking the dick in and out of his mouth with ease while the two around him had just stared in a mixture of shock and lust (although Jericho did throw out frequent moans of satisfaction).
A few more bobs and the Straight Edge Saviour had still received the wide-eyed treatment from the Brit and the Canuck. "What? You guys wanted me to return the favour…"
Both Chris and Layla's reactions had morphed from shock into a seductive duo of smirks. "Well Punky, now that you've stopped hogging up Chris' cock, I may as well finish what you started off." With that, the Englishwoman was quick to insert the whole of Y2J's saliva covered shaft into her velvety oral passage, similarly to how Punk did.
Practically, no time was wasted by Layla as she already managed to bob her head up and down wildly on the Canadian's cock that had both Punk and her saliva mixed together. It was certainly nasty, but that was what Layla sexually thrived upon. She was willing to do things that no Diva would ever want to do, and that made her quite a hit with most of the boys backstage.
As the Diva of Moroccan descent continued to slobber on Jericho's shaft, she eventually found that she had little to no control of her head as she felt a grip from the large hands of the Ayatollah of Rock 'n' Rolla on her luscious brunette hair that would limit her head movements significantly. This gave Chris perfect access to thrust deep into Layla's mouth, causing the Diva's Champion to gag once every now and then.
She was in the midst of getting orally fucked like a whore, and it wouldn't be long before she would begin to get vaginally fucked like a whore also. Layla couldn't look back due to the lack of control from her neck upwards, but from the gruff groan of pleasure, she could tell that Punk had intruded her pussy.
The British bombshell was getting spitroasted by two exceedingly talented wrestlers who were more than exceedingly talented at just wrestling. Miniature droplets of sweat began to pour down the faces of the American and the Canuck, eventually trickling onto their chests as they thrusted deep inside Layla's cunt and mouth, respectively.
Chris was beginning to feel his sexual peak get closer and closer each time he plunged past the velvety lips of Layla. Her mouth was brilliant and her lack of a gag-reflex even more so. Chris needed critically need a release within the next few minutes, and spilling his seed onto Layla's face wasn't the most desirable situation for Jericho…at least, not when he had something else planned out.
Y2J's grip on the brunette Diva's hair slackened as she suddenly felt control in her head again after Chris left her mouth allowing the babyface Diva to let out all her moans of erotic bliss while Punk continued to thrust in and out of her loosened yoni.
Aside from grunts and groans of satisfaction, the sound of Punk's balls frequently clapping against Layla's inner thighs was the only audible sound in the entire locker room. It was erotic, enticing and sexually stimulating just to hear how deep he had delved inside of her wetness thrust after thrust.
Punk had eventually settled in to using a flawless rhythm on the WWE Diva. His plunges inside of her were perfectly timed and his grip on each side of her waist wasn't too hard nor too gentle.
And for a minute, Layla was certain that Punk would continue to pound her at a rhythm so impeccable that it'd bring her to an orgasm much, much quicker than she could possibly expect. That was, until she felt the WWE Champion thrust erratically inside of her after a series loud, vehement moans that could be interpreted for shock.
She turned her head as far back as she possibly could to see why Punk was making such loud noises only to have minimum luck. She could barely identify little spikes on the top of a blonde set of hair on a male figure who appeared to be standing behind Punk. Considering Jericho had matched the vague description and the fact that there were only three people in the room, the Brit was sure it was Jericho behind Punk.
Soon she would hear two set of masculine moans ooze into the incredibly lustful atmosphere of the locker room. One set definitely belonged to the American, while the other set would eventually be sussed out by Layla as belonging to the Canadian.
It was only after she could hear Punk moan at an excessively high level and Jericho murmur a 'Damn junior' that Layla realised the former superstar was getting anally penetrated by the latter superstar. It wasn't the first time that Layla had taken part in a threesome like this in the past, and it would be safe to say that this certainly wouldn't be the last type of encounter neither, but Layla thought that it would be best to focus on the ecstasy she was currently receiving rather than focus on little unimportant details like she was just now.
A few thrusts of sheer power later and Layla began to feel miniature drops of sweat faintly shower down onto her posterior, from what she could assume originated from Punk's body. She could tell that Punk was getting close to an intense climax as the moans that rolled out of the charismatic Chicagoan's mouth had gotten louder and in a way, more whorish.
Meanwhile Jericho was purely focussed on ramming his throbbing shaft inside the constantly clamping hole of Punk. Gruff groans emitted from the Canuck's oral passage as he delved as deep as he possibly could into his arch-rivals back passage, occasionally managing to find his g-spot.
Like Punk, Jericho also began to sweat as the impactful thrusts he gave not only made the former's glutes turn a deep shade of red, but also the latter's cheeks due to how hard his thrusts actually were. It was no wonder the younger Superstar had notably yelled louder and louder when he was getting a pounding from someone with as much experience as Jericho. Also like the Straight-Edge Superstar, Y2J could feel his climax approach rapidly as the tightness of the WWE Champion plus the blowjob he had gotten from both Punk and Layla played significant roles in speeding up Jericho's inevitable ejaculation.
A number of thrusts from both men lead to them each eventually roaring in an animalistic way before they spilled their seeds deep inside the hole that they had been energetically fucking.
Now there was no sound to be heard in the entire locker room. Only the most sensitive ears would be able to pick up upon the trio attempting to catch their breath after the intense session of sex that had just ended.
A minute or two later and each of the three wrestlers could feel their breathing pattern returning to it's normal rate.
"Phillip?" Jericho asked as a forehand swiped away the remaining droplets of sweat that lurked on his forehead.
"Yes Christopher?" Punk asked half assedly.
"If you bump into Dolph, tell him that the Ayatollah of Rock 'n' Rolla still has it."
"…" Punk couldn't find a single combination of words in which to use as a reply to the twenty year veteran. Did Jericho seriously just ask him to be a messenger boy? As soon as his mouth opened to protest, Layla was nimble to cut him off.
"Oh Punky, while you're at it, if you bump into that tart Eve any time soon, tell her that Layla's the best you've ever had."
Again, not a single string of words could be found by the Chicagoan as he struggled immensely to form a reply to either Jericho or Layla.
Then again, perhaps it would be best to stay silent in a moment like this.
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Well, hope you enjoyed reading this! And as you could possibly tell by the mention of Dolph and Eve's names just before the post-story notes section, the Punk/Jericho/Layla threesome will lead into the Punk/Dolph/Eve threesome. Looks like Punk will end up as a messenger boy after all :P
Anyways, hope you liked it. Here's the next few chapters that will be coming your way.
~ Cody Rhodes (Versatile)/Daniel Bryan (Versatile)/Eve Torres (Bottom)/Josh Mathews (Bottom)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by KJ-SlashBug)
~ AJ (Bottom)/Kane (Top)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by KaneLovesTristen)
~ CM Punk (Top)/Dolph Ziggler (Bottom)/Eve Torres (Bottom) (Requested by xLifeFullOfLaughterx)
~ CM Punk (Top)/Eve Torres (Bottom)/John Cena (Bottom)/Randy Orton (Top) (Requested by NateWWE)
~ Alberto Del Rio (Top)/Rosa Mendes (Bottom)/Sin Cara (Bottom) (Requested by Champion Kitty)
~ Alex Riley (Versatile)/The Miz (Versatile)/Trish Stratus (Bottom) (Requested by myself)
~ Alex Riley (Versatile)/Eve Torres (Bottom)/Justin Gabriel (Versatile)/Kaitlyn (Bottom)/Layla (Bottom)/Natalya (Bottom)/Tyson Kidd (Versatile)/Zack Ryder (Versatile) (Requested by myself)