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Day of Event - February 4th 2013
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Even though he may not have been victorious since returning to the WWE, Chris Jericho remained proud not just in himself, but also the Jerichoholics that would show their support to him. The wrestlers were also showing Jericho a good amount of respect also. They had the courtesy to treat an icon in the wrestling industry with respect, and because of that, Chris would treat them with respect. Sure, there were some Superstars who acted holier-than-thou towards the Canadian, but then Chris expected that. It was no surprise. There were always going to be a bunch of egotistical little shits running around in the WWE, no matter whether the number was large or small.
Speaking of little shits, Chris could see Paul Heyman lurking in the distance. The small, slimy man always grated Chris' nerves, even back in the days where the WWE would compete against the likes of WCW and ECW.
"Jericho, my dear boy," Paul's voice was exceedingly irritating, just like it usually was, "congratulations on your match against Punk; I mean you didn't win, obviously, because you're not good enough to defeat my client, but at least you could say you put in a valiant effort."
"If you don't shut that giant hole you call a mouth and leave, then I will put in a valiant effort in shoving my boot up your fat ass." Jericho really wasn't in the mood for Paul's crap, and the guttural tone in his voice was enough to show for that.
"Empty threats, Christopher? I'm surprised you had to stoop so low already." Paul chuckled, which only infuriated the Canadian even more.
Acting out of pure rage, the Canadian stormed over, and grabbed the collar of Paul's shirt. He almost lifted the smaller man with just one hand. "What's that about an empty threat, Paulie?"
"You wouldn't dare hit me, Chris! I would sue you of every cent you own if you did!"
"Sounds like a good enough offer to me, if it means I get to bash your face in."
Paul began to show fear. He didn't know what Chris had up his sleeve, but he didn't like it…at all. "Let me go! Let me go now, Chris!"
"Only when you admit that you're a Jerichoholic."
"I'm not joking Christopher! Let me go!" Paul would try to escape, but Jericho's grip was too strong for Paul to escape from.
"And who said I was joking? Come on Paulie waulie…just admit it. Tell me how much you idolise me. Tell me how much of a Jerichoholic you really are. That's all. Nothing complicated."
"Fine! Fine! I'm a Jerichoholic. Now let me go!" And so, Jericho did. Paul quickly cleaned himself up. His shirt was now scrunched slightly. "You certainly have an audacity to do something like that to somebody like me, Christopher! I should report you to Vince-"
"But you're not going to." Jericho smirked. "I can tell. Don't bother with the patronising speech."
Paul was going to respond, but he couldn't. Instead, he let out an angered yelp, as he would stamp away from Chris. Punk would definitely be hearing about this! Not that Chris cared in the slightest. If anything, Chris was just happy he didn't have to deal with that miserable little man for any longer.
Thankfully for the Canadian, as he went back to strolling by, he would quickly find himself in the subject of better conversation. Instead of interacting with Paul Heyman, of all people, now Chris got the privilege of interacting with the Diva's Champion, Kaitlyn. Nothing miserable about her in the slightest!
"Chrissy!" The woman grinned. "Looking good, looking good. You do something with your hair?"
"Of course. I totally stylised it just for you." The Canadian grinned back. "Congrats on your title win, by the way. Don't think I told you that before, so I thought I'd tell you now."
"Aww. Thanks handsome." Kaitlyn smiled, ruffling Chris' tussles of golden locks. "Took a lot to for me to take the title from the Wicked Witch of the West. By the way, congrats on looking so good after your return. I mean, you might not have won any of your matches, but you looked damn good in them."
"You mean I looked damn good as in how well I did in the ring, or that I looked damn good as a sexy beast?" Jericho smirked. He definitely wasn't modest to say the least, but with somebody with as much accolades as he, why would he be modest?
"What if I said it was a case of both?" Kaitlyn smirked back.
"Then I'd ask if you want this sexy beast to perform a couple of moves on you."
"Depends on the type of moves you're talking about."
"The type of moves that shouldn't be seen by little kiddies."
"Care to show me an example, like…right now, Christina?" The challenge was bold and blatant. Jericho just couldn't bring himself to back down, even if he wanted to.
"Depends…" Jericho smirked. Two of his fingers gently worked their way to Kaitlyn's crotch, gently running past the woman's thighs, and tapping ever so slightly into her covered loins. "…you think you'd be able to handle what this sexy beast can offer?"
Kaitlyn let out a gasp. She didn't expect Chris to be so quick and eager…not that she was going to complain about it. "Why don't you take my clothes off and find out?"
"Sounds like a good plan to me." Chris grinned, as his phallus quickly grew into an erection upon hearing those words from Kaitlyn. The Diva would never imagine her clothes getting flung to the floor in such a short amount of time. Chris was more excited about this than Kaitlyn visualised him to be. "Damn! You got a hot body!"
"Thanks, hot stuff. I think you should return the favour, and show me the goods." Kaitlyn said, as chuckles and moans quickly seeped past her lips. She chuckled because of Jericho's compliment, but then she moaned because she could feel his fingers in the process of dancing their way around her clit, trying to dig inside her pussy.
"Well, if that's what the lady wants." Jericho took his fingers away from Kaitlyn, so that he could strip naked. Much like Kaitlyn, Jericho's articles of clothing would get thrown to the floor, and his nude form was fully exposed to the Diva's Champion. She giggled, and he was unsure why.
"Sorry man. Sorry. A little surprised you didn't go through with the sex operation."
Jericho was really confused. "Sex operation? What are you talking about?"
"Don't you remember? The sex operation you said you'd have when you didn't get the Intercontinental Title, and then Chyna and Miss Kitty…or The Kat, whatever her name was back then, mocked you about that. It was in 1999, I think."
"Oh…yeah…that…" Chris remembered that. He could never look at tampons and birth control pills in the same way, ever since Chyna flaunted them near the entrance ramp. He distinctly remembered how humiliating that experience was, even though it was more than a decade ago. "Do you want me to lose this boner or not?"
"Of course not, stud. You got a big dick, bud. Biggest I've ever seen." Kaitlyn's hands would slowly grasp the erect Canadian cock, and begin the process of stroking it. Jericho moaned. He slowly felt the fuel to reach out and do the same. His fingers would return to toying with Kaitlyn's lips, occasionally delving inside, before exiting and going back to playing with her clitoris.
The Texan woman would purr from the contact being made. Her lips had never been able to relish in such pleasure before. Jericho's digits were certainly experienced. They knew how to toy with her folds; they knew how to delve deep in brief penetration; they certainly knew how to moisten her cunt, and to get the woman whining in wanton pleasure.
The man smirked. He continued his assault on her cunt, wanting to hear Kaitlyn's whines grow louder and louder, as his fingers would go deeper and deeper inside of her.
Kaitlyn was overwhelmed by joy. Her hand stopped stroking Chris' long length, as she was more focused in absorbing all the bliss she was receiving like as if she were a sponge. Chris didn't mind. Her pussy was good pussy. It was worth not getting a handjob for.
Time progressed, and Chris would feel one of his fingers sink deep inside Kaitlyn's cunt. He could feel that digit sink far inside her insides. It was not only pleasurable for her to feel, but also pleasurable for him to penetrate. The juices would begin to flow from her rose bud, and onto his relentless digits, as they continued to travel in and out of her. Kaitlyn knew that with the amount of talent Chris' fingers possessed, he could have her climaxing in mere minutes, if he wanted her to. She could tell that this wouldn't be the case, but she did desire a change of position, just so there would be no chance of her climaxing from a finger-fuck. "Christy!"
"Yeah Kate?"
"Fuck me."
"Do you need to ask me twice?" They both knew the answer to that question, but Chris just wanted to ask it for the sake of it. "Why don't you take a ride on this sexy beast? It'll be the ride of your life, I can promise you that."
"When you put it like that, stud, how could I possibly refuse?" Kaitlyn smirked. She really wanted for Jericho's fingers to quickly get phased out for something longer…and thicker…something that would provide a lot more pleasure to the Kaitlyn's pussy. The woman would hover briefly over the tip of the Canadian dick, before swallowing the entire length, with just one attempt. They both moaned at the blissful intrusion.
Jericho could feel his bulbous head delve deep inside Kaitlyn's tight passage. He could feel her hole clamp down almost immediately after he was definitely inside of her. His hands would grab Kaitlyn's jiggling derriere, and use that as a way for Jericho to quicken and harden his thrusts.
Kaitlyn was in bliss. Her pussy was getting pounded, and she was definitely happy to take in all the ecstasy her pussy was receiving, courtesy of Jericho's impressive manhood.
Moans were what frequently left the Texan's lips. The deeper Jericho went, the more frequent Kaitlyn moaned. She was a little shocked at how good he was. She thought that he would have had some rust, but evidently, that was not the case. What really shocked Kaitlyn, however, was how sudden Chris groped her bust. She could feel him squeezing her tits. It only added to the immense pleasure she was in the midst of feeling.
The mammaries clutched in Chris' palm were so soft and tender. Chris could just squeeze them forever and not get bored of doing so. He had better ideas though. Better ideas that wouldn't require his hands. Slowly, carefully, his hands moved away from Kaitlyn's bosom, so that the rock star stud could gain an opportunity to suck on Kaitlyn's areola, whilst his tongue would whirl around her nipple.
Kaitlyn screamed now. His hands were already blissful, but they couldn't compare to his tongue, and how it would suck and slurp on her tits. The woman was pretty sure that her loud, lustful moans would attract anybody who happened to pass by…not that she cared, or anything. She just wanted to continue feeling the bliss that came with getting Chris freaking Jericho to suck on her nipples.
It shouldn't have come as too much of a surprise for Kaitlyn that her high decibel moans were loud enough to attract curious visitors, but alas, when she heard a guttural cough, she jumped. She felt a slight tinge of pain from the jump, feeling Jericho's cock dig too deep and powerfully inside of her.
"You mind? I could've done without seeing you trash fuck about.!" CM Punk sneered. He was still mad that he didn't have the WWE Championship in possession. Over a four hundred day run with the most prestigious title in the WWE, and the run was stopped by a semi-retired wrestler.
"What's the matter, Philip? Heyman not giving you the dick you need?" Even though Jericho couldn't see Punk, he could still clearly recognise Punk's voice. He stopped sucking and slurping on Kaitlyn's breasts temporarily so he could speak. "Oh, speaking of Heyman, did you run into him, by chance?"
"That isn't none of your damn business!" Punk yelled. He did manage to calm himself after a fleeting moment, and his voice wasn't as aggressive as it was originally. "And no, I haven't. Why should it be any of your concern?"
"Don't worry, kid. I'm sure he'll tell you when he sees you." Punk couldn't see it, but the smirk that traversed on Jericho's face could easily paint a thousand pictures. "Why don't you join us? You sound like you need a good fuck."
"I could just go to Heyman and get him to hook me up with someone if I wanted a good fuck."
"You could…but that's a lot of effort. You could just fuck with us. That'd take a lot less time and effort." Jericho continued to fuck Kaitlyn with rapid thrusts. Once he was done speaking to Punk, the Canadian went back to using to suck on Kaitlyn's tits.
After a minute or so, Jericho didn't quite expect to feel Punk dig inside of his hole, let alone so soon. Punk must have stripped naked at the speed of a cheetah. Jericho had a sneaking suspicion that it was a bad idea to have his legs spread so wide…but at least it was only Punk who had entered Jericho's hole, and not somebody like Paul Heyman. That would have truly been a horrific experience.
Jericho would stop again sucking on Kaitlyn's boobs to express his pain. He felt Punk's phallus (and also the piercing at the tip) delve deep inside of his hole in such a short amount of time.
Bewilderment was etched on the face of the blonde and brunette Diva. Kaitlyn couldn't quite understand why Jericho let out a shrilled moan, until she would stop riding Chris briefly to see why. She smirked. "Oh, so you decided that you're trash too, huh Punky?"
"Shut up. Just ride Jericho's dick." Punk wasn't in the mood for conversation; when was he ever? All he wanted right now was to just fuck some ass. He hadn't had any sex since the 2013 Royal Rumble, which although had only been a matter of just over one week, was quite a lot of time for Punk, considering how often he got a piece of ass to tap.
"Okay, snappy pants. God, no wonder you're stuck with Paulie with a mouth like that." Kaitlyn giggled, as she eventually complied with what she was being told. She looked again at Jericho, who was letting out the most wanton of moans at the intrusion of his ass. That sounded so hot. It would only add to her continually increasing lust, as she bounced and grinded expertly on Jericho.
Kaitlyn could feel her cunt dampen quickly. The homoeroticism plus the pussy pounding she was receiving both served to speed up the wait to a mind-blowing climax. But, she wasn't the first to reach such a stage. Jericho would reach his peak quicker than Kaitlyn would. She could tell because Jericho's moans were particularly piercing; and also because she could feel his load surge into her.
The Texan woman would hop off Chris, once her vagina had milked him completely dry. She didn't want to cum just yet. She wanted to see which other routes this threesome would take. They had already been through one position, and Kaitlyn wanted for them to go through another. She could tell that trying to verbally express a change in position to Punk wasn't going to get her what she wanted. Instead, Kaitlyn decided to gaze a hole into him. At least then, the likelihood of getting him to withdraw from Jericho was more likely.
Initially, Punk didn't notice the stare he was receiving from Kaitlyn. It was only when he could feel the stare almost burn into him that he realised Kaitlyn had been looking at him…probably for longer than she should have done.
"Damn! What the hell are you staring at me for?"
"So you can get inside me, silly." Kaitlyn smirked. "How long's it been since you had some pussy?"
"What's it to you?"
"I may be offering…if you stop being such acting like an angry, bitter old grandpa, that is."
"I could carry on acting I am now, and you'd still want my dick." For once in this encounter, Punk actually smirked. His classic smirk; it had finally appeared. Kaitlyn was basically throwing herself at him, and only a massive egotistical douchebag would reject a hottie like her.
"Maybe so…maybe not. That's for me to know, and for you not to know." Kaitlyn said. She would position herself so that her back touched the wall, and her legs were spread wide open, giving Punk a perfect opportunity to get him some pussy.
Only Punk wouldn't go for the pussy. Oh no. He didn't want to enter inside another man's leavings. He would enter somewhere that Jericho hadn't entered: Kaitlyn's ass. The small, diminutive ring would soon feel the force of Punk's thick tool. Kaitlyn yelped in response; she was surprised at how painful the intrusion was.
Punk wasn't concerned with the pain that Kaitlyn had to endure. She wanted Punk, then she would get Punk. She would just have to put up with pain if she really wanted to feel Punk's manhood swallowed up inside of her hole.
Then again, pain went both ways. Punk would give it, but little was he aware that he would soon be the recipient of it. As he would continue to incorporate powerful plunges into his thrusts, he had completely forgotten about Chris Jericho's presence. That was, until he could feel the Canadian access his ass.
"Hope you haven't forgotten about me…Punky." Jericho's whispers…it was almost a snarl. Whatever it was, it sounded damn sexy. "Just thought that since I came, I'd actually help you do the same…you know, because unlike you, I'm nice."
"Just shut up and fuck me, Christopher." Punk moaned, although he was on the verge of whining that out. He was becoming submissive. He could feel himself getting trapped, both literally and figuratively. Literally in the sense that he was placed in the middle of a threesome, and figuratively in the sense that whatever he would do to proclaim dominance, Jericho would find a way to steer things away and make Punk a submissive little whore.
Punk's thrusts would remain deep and impactful. He could feel Kaitlyn's walls stretch open with each powerful thrust he gave. Jericho went through the exact same experience. His cock was loosening Punk's heat, and eliciting whines of pleasure from the Chicagoan as a result.
In and out the men would go. They would frequently hit the sweet spots of the hole that they were mercilessly fucking. The sweet, sweet hole.
Punk, being the expert at sex that he was, would not only gyrate his hips against Jericho and thrust deep inside Kaitlyn's ass, but he would also rub Kaitlyn's pussy with two of his digits. Pleasuring others simultaneously was just another skill that he could endlessly brag about. His ass was certainly a pleasurable place for Jericho to be in, and Kaitlyn's cunt was receiving a lot of pleasure from Punk's fingers. It would go from damp to extremely damp in such a short period of time. Kaitlyn was becoming a mess right now, and that was soon to literally become the case. Once she would feel Punk's digits hit that precious g-spot of hers, her juices would heavily gush out of her, past Punk's relentless fingers and onto the floor.
CM Punk wasn't far behind the Texan beauty. He soon would feel his limits reached. His dick would absorb all the pleasure and cum it could inside Kaitlyn's pussy, whilst his ass was still getting shattered by Jericho's manhood. Considering how he had yearned for such a lust-filled encounter for so long, it wouldn't take as much as it usually would to get Punk to cum. Just as he managed to withdraw, Punk's ropes of semen would splatter all over Kaitlyn's loins. The release was signified with a loud yell, that couldn't quite manage to reach the same volume of Kaitlyn's final moan, before she climaxed.
Now that all three members of the threesome had came, it was essentially time for them to rest…to catch their breath…to recollect their thoughts…to-
"P-P-Punk?!" Punk turned his head, as did Kaitlyn and Chris, even though they both knew it was not their name that was being called. All three pairs of eyes could see a flabbergasted Paul Heyman just…standing there, in shock.
Well, maybe now wasn't such a perfect time to rest after all.
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Hope you all liked this! I feel like I've been neglecting Jericho in my writing recently, so it feels good to be able to write for him in detail again :) By the way, sorry to the requestor if I wasn't able to put Kaitlyn in as a versatile! :(
Here's what's coming your way next:
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~ Emma (Versatile)/The Miz (Versatile)/Wade Barrett (Versatile) (Requested by me)
~ Kaitlyn (Bottom)/Randy Orton (Versatile)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by MrqsWifey20)
~ Chris Jericho (Versatile)/Fandango (Top)/Summer Rae (Bottom) (Requested by Your Boyfriend's Favourite)
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~ Emma (Bottom)/Fandango (Top)/Justin Gabriel (Versatile) (Requested by SEAnimal)
~ Brie Bella (Bottom)/Cody Rhodes (Top)/Damien Sandow (Top)/Nikki Bella (Bottom) (Requested by Blazing Optimist)
Anddddd…continue to send in those requests! I'll take in about another two reviews! If you've sent a request in, but it isn't listed on the waiting list, it's because I don't think I would be able to write the request.