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Springer's Party	By : Ozphoenix Category: Transformers > G1 > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2573 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Springer’s Party

By Phoenix, written for Springer.

As Springer approached his girlfriend, Arcee’s quarters, he heard vibrant feminine laughter wafting down the hallway from her door. He slowed his steps so he could catch some of the conversation.

“Really! I kid you not! It was! I didn’t believe it myself until he.....um... you know.” Arcee’s voice.

More squeals of laughter echoed down the corridor. Springer smirked to himself, he knew what they were discussing. He had no doubt that he, or more correctly, his *interface*, was the topic of the conversation. Ever since he had ‘evolved’ into a more powerful, advanced, transformer, there had been certain advantages he had discovered. Namely, that his sexual ability had been enhanced. To be more specific; his male interface had grown to immense proportions when erect.

“Did it hurt?”. Elita-1’s voice.

“Uh, no. Well, maybe a bit at first -” Arcee.

Springer winced, he had told her to tell him if he hurt her. She hadn’t.

Arcee continued, “but then... my god.”

Springer shook his head and decided to make his entrance. It was going to be interesting to view the expressions on the femmes faces when they saw the ‘object’ of their conversation stroll through the door.

He walked to Arcee’s doorway, leant on the frame and nonchalantly folded his arms across his broad, masculine chest, “Hi girls.” All three heads in the room spun in his direction. Arcee and Elita-1 smiled at him, but Griffin, the youngest, made embarrassed, choking noises. Elita had a thoughtful, sly look on her face as she brazenly gazed between Springer’s legs, (I don’t notice anything different.).

Springer saw her appraisal and grinned at her, “Checking out the goods, Elita?”.

This comment caused Griffin to go into a coughing fit, but the two older femmes laughed. Griffin hastily got up from where she was sitting and made hurried excuses to leave the room. Springer moved to one side and winked at her as she rushed past. He knew the alluring, sexy-legged femme was a virgin. Hell, just about every male on the base did, it was the daily gossip of the troops when they got off duty. Bets had been made as to who was going to be the lucky guy to de-flower her. Quite a few had been wagered on Springer.

“So Springer,” Elita uncrossed her legs and let them dangle over the side of Arcee’s bed, “I’ve been hearing about some of the (ahem) *new* side effects of your transformation. Care to elaborate?”.

Arcee giggled at Elita’s outwardness.

He glanced at her and his lips twitched, “Would you like a demonstration, commander?”.

Arcee gasped and her optics widened, “What did you say?”.

Elita laughed, “If you’re willing, then so am I.”

Arcee felt her head begin to spin, she couldn’t believe what her friend and boyfriend were proposing. Then again, it was kind of exciting.

“Arcee?” Springer was looking at her, “Can I? Its your call.”

Arcee felt a rush of lubricant to her groin and knew she could not say anything but ‘yes’. She rolled off her bed, went over to him, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around his neck - staring up into his handsome face. She ran her fingers over his wide, sensual lips, “Of course. As long as I don’t miss out on all the fun,” she kissed him eagerly, fitting her body to his angular contours.

Springer groaned and held her tightly. He and Arcee both gasped sharply as they felt his interface spring up with lightening speed. Just like before, his codpiece was dislodged and it fell to the ground. Arcee leaned back from him on her heels and stared at his spontaneous erection. Elita got up from the bed and stood next to them, her mouth open in awe, “Primus....” she whispered. The femme commander had never seen anything like it, and she had experienced many males, including what most transformers called the largest male, Megatron. Springer bypassed the Decepticon leader with room to spare. Certainly, her regular lover, Optimus Prime, did not approach Springer’s proportions.

A smile grew across Elita’s face, “What are we waiting for?”. Arcee grinned and stepped away from her smirking boyfriend, “Don’t let me stop you, Elita.”

Elita-1 walked all around Springer, examining him. Springer had never felt more like a prized stallion.
“He’s not bad, Arcee. You’ve got yourself a *very* nice catch here.” She ran a finger over his wide shoulders and down his chest, “Mmm....I like.”

Springer’s mouth quirked up. He reached out and swiftly pulled her to him, his erection jutting into her belly and leaving a sticky trail of pre-come down her front, “I think its about time I examined you...” he murmured. He lifted the almost purring femme onto Arcee’s bed and lay her upon it. Elita willingly spread her lithe, long legs and tilted her head up to him longingly as he reared over her. She reached up, snagged a hand around his neck and pulled him in for a lustful kiss. Springer responded, pressing hard against her and running a hand over her ample chest. He became unbalanced for a moment as

Arcee got onto the bed beside them and stretched out on her side next to Elita. She supported her head on one hand and smiled, “Come on Spring, hurry up will ya?”.

Springer noticed that Arcee had shed all of her armor and was lying with one leg hooked over the other, giving him a wonderful view of her spread and dripping interface. For a moment he wanted to forsake Elita and bury himself in Arcee, but with a loud groan, he forced his attention back to the willing femme beneath him, (there’s time for them both, anyway.).

Springer reached up and removed Elita’s breastplate. A surge of desire jolted his erection. Elita had large breasts, larger than Arcee’s were. He ran his hands over them, touching her nipples and stroking each breast adoringly. Primus, he wished he had a picture of these on his wall.

“Springer!” Elita gasped and her body arched upwards, her sweltering interface brushing against his enormous erection. Springer moved up her body and placed his member in the hollow between her breasts, thrusting evenly and deeply so that the tip of his interface touched under her chin. He stared down at her face, ecstasy was written all over it. Her hands came up and grasped his hips, urging him on. Springer felt a hand on his back. He turned his head and discovered Arcee was sitting behind him, pressing herself to his shoulders and nibbling at his neck. He could feel her nipples scraping his back and it aroused him even more. His erection was straining, the heat was becoming unbearable.

“Springer.. do it now.. please...” Elita pleaded beneath him. He gladly obliged her. Gently, he pushed Arcee away from his back and moved backwards until he was placed over Elita’s wide open and hotly lubricating interface. Arcee shuffled around and knelt beside the pair, her optics bright with anticipation.

Springer nudged at Elita’s opening with the tip of his erection, attempting to control his wild urge to drive into her mercilessly.

“Need some help?” Arcee grasped his member in one hand and smiled at him.

Springer grinned at her, “Ok.”

Arcee removed her hand and leaning over, used her fingers to spread the lips of Elita’s interface wide open. Elita cried out, her body arching up and shuddering at the stimulation. Springer almost came right there. The sight of one female touching and opening another like that was extremely erotic. With a loud moan, he pushed his interface head into Elita, feeling Arcee’s fingers on either side of his erection as he went past them. For a moment, Elita froze. Springer stopped and watched her expression carefully, not wanting to go past her limits. With a smile at Arcee, he placed his hand next to where Arcee was holding Elita’s lips open, and caressed along the edges of Elita’s interface. Arcee gasped and felt a rush of lubricant as Springer placed his other free hand between her spread thighs and wriggled a finger inside of her. Now the triple changer was stimulating two females at once.

Elita let out a wild scream and arched up off the bed. Springer felt her interface open wider around his invading erection and knew she was ready. He thrust carefully and slowly into her, amazed when he was able to fully sheath himself at the first stroke. Elita writhed and whimpered beneath his lunging body, her legs came up to wrap around his incredibly powerful physique. It was turning her on to think that she was being taken by the most powerful male in the Autobot ranks. Not even Optimus was as dangerous as Springer was right now.

Both femmes groaned at Springer’s touch. He kept up his stroking of Arcee while he thrust hard and deep into the femme commander. It made him feel good to have *two* femmes, especially Elita, writhing and crying out at his administrations.

Arcee strained against Springer’s delving fingers, but it wasn’t enough, she desperately wanted more. Her frantic optics jealously watched Elita as her mate thrust hard and fast into her. Arcee wanted to rip him off of her and impale herself on him, but she knew she had to wait. His hand would have to do - for the moment.

Elita screamed beneath the male on top of her. Her thighs clenched around his waist, her hands came up and held on tightly to his neck. She gave a cry of surprise when Springer pulled out of her suddenly and she clawed at his chest, wanting him back inside of her. Springer smiled at her then lifted her legs up and draped them over his shoulders, opening her dripping interface as wide as possible. With one swift movement, he got back into her, causing her to scream at the limit of her voice with ecstasy. Springer fervently wished Optimus wasn’t around to hear that… then again, maybe he would like to join in the fun?

It only took a few extravagant thrusts from Springer and Elita came, this time she could not make any noise besides a choked cry. Her earlier scream had depleted her voice circuits. Her body shook and spasmed, her hips jerking up and slamming into Springer’s groin. Springer tilted his head and watched her interestedly, he could feel the tightening of her throbbing interface and the spasmodic movements of her body.

When she began to come down from her incredible high, he leaned over her chest, caressed his hand along her jaw and kissed her passionately. “So now you know what its like, Elita,” he murmured.

He was suddenly grabbed from behind and pulled violently off the spent femme commander. For a microsecond, he thought it was Elita’s boyfriend, Optimus Prime, come to beat the crap out of him for fucking his girlfriend. He was tossed onto his back next to Elita and he glimpsed Arcee’s determined face as she jumped on top of him and impaled herself on his raging erection.

He groaned and pushed his head back into the pillow as she rode him urgently. (No one is as good as she is) he thought, relishing the feel of her as she moved on top of him. He brought his hands up and stroked her breasts, fingering her nipples and watching the expression on her face. Her lips were parted slightly, her optics turned off to savor the feel of him inside of her.

Springer jerked in shock when he felt a hand on his side, knowing it wasn’t Arcee because he could see her hands planted on his broad chest. Elita had recovered from her climax and wanted to join the fun. She straddled his chest in front of the heaving Arcee, and sat right under his face. With a sly smile, she lifted herself and presented him with her oozing interface. Springer looked surprised, then returned her grin and began to explore her. He supported her butt with his hands while he licked, sucked and kissed between her spread thighs.

Arcee was now seconds away from climaxing and Springer could feel it. Having the avid attention of the two femmes was sending his arousal sky rocketing. He started to pant, giving little groans and whimpers of pleasure.

The motions of all three Autobots increased - Springer pumped harder up into Arcee, Arcee pushed back frantically, and Elita lowered herself further onto his face. A soft glow started to appear around them. Springer’s power was making its presence felt. The glow became a brilliant light, bathing the two femmes and the male beneath them with a bluish tinge. This startled Elita, she looked down at Springer, her lips pursed into a questioning ‘O’. His optics met her’s and she felt his lips turn upward in a smile.

Their climax was reached. Arcee screamed, Elita cried out and Springer howled, his male member exploding with in Arcee, ejaculate covering her spasming insides.

His power upped the force of their united climax into a Cybertron-shattering experience. It lasted for a split second in time, then faded. The femmes collapsed on top of the spent male. The room was filled with the sounds of ragged panting and faint moans. Arcee rolled off Springer first, cuddling up to his right side with a small whimper of satisfaction. Springer gave Elita a nudge, and she too fell to the side. She copied Arcee and cuddled up to his chest on his left side.

Springer sighed with happiness at having the two femmes all to himself. It wasn’t long before all three transformers fell asleep.

The End! (about bloody time!)
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