Captain Amazonia update

Steve went home with Peggy. Her place was almost a replica of the apartment Steve remembered from London, only much more elaborately furnished. A pull-out couch was unfolded, the sheets rumpled. Various amateurish paintings hung from the walls, slowly gaining in talent over the years. Then there were the knick-knacks: driftwood, Chianti bottles, jars of dirt with labels for the countries they’d come from. Steve could only assume that was Angie at work. Peggy said she was a tremendous sentimentalist.

Peggy had some work she couldn’t get out of and Steve was supposed to rest anyway, so she left him with Dottie and Angie as nurses while she attended to business. Steve tried to sleep away on the pull-out, but whenever he closed his eyes, he seemed to open them a moment later to the two girls grinning and giggling about him. He frowned his way through the morning until noon, when he put a pillow over his head to try to shut out all the high spirits he wasn’t in the mood for.

It didn’t help that his hard-on had been coming back. He tossed and turned, every move rubbing it against the bedding, Diana’s words ringing in his ears—the sneaking suspicion that Angie and Dottie were perfectly available to him. And then the competing feeling that all of this was a dream, that he was slipping in and out of consciousness, and if he could just hold out until Peggy was back, then it would all make sense.

Steve heard a loud crash from upstairs. In a heartbeat he was on his feet, then taking the stairs three at a time. He was upstairs just as Dottie was coming out of her bedroom, closing her morning robe over her belly.

“What happened?”

Steve stepped past her and into the bathroom. There was Angie, stretched across the floor tiles, half-in and half-out of the shower stall.

Steve stopped short. She was entirely naked. One leg was twisted under her body, forcing her bare sex so high and so overt that it was like a sacrifice offered up to him.

“Oohh, Steve,” she groaned. “I slipped and hurt my leg. Please will you help me?”

Steve gulped hard and looked to Dottie, who seemed like a better bet to help Angie out when she was in the altogether like this. But when he turned to her, he saw that the collar of her robe had slipped open and now he could see her cleavage exposed, large breasts just like Angie had, succulent flesh that made his mind resound with thoughts of Peggy, of Diana. How good it had felt, being inside the two of them, and the things he’d done with Dottie—which hadn’t nearly satiated his desire for her. He yearned to explore more of her charms.

But the sound of Angie’s hurt resonated just a little louder.

He knelt down beside Angie and reached out an arm to slide under her body, but the actual feel of her naked flesh stopped him short. As rich and as fine as any of the three beautiful women he had already had since his reawakening. He wanted to lift her petite little body up and hold her securely to his chest as he took her to her bedroom, laid her down where she could recuperate.

But why hadn’t Dottie offered to do that? She wasn’t such a weighty girl. He looked to Dottie. Those dark eyes of hers were gleaming strangely. Her full lips curled just a little. She looked him straight in the eye, then gave him a sweet, sensuous smile, even nodding a little.

“It’s so nice of you to help her,” she said, her rich voice laden with irony.

Steve didn’t know what to think, but suddenly his heart was pounding hard.

He looked down at Angie. She met his gaze as levelly as Dottie had. He saw no sign of pain in her eyes, only that ironic detachment, innocent and yet teasingly sexual in its supposed chasteness.

Steve decided there was no winning by playing their game. He’d help Angie, whether or not it was part of their fun, and if it was some trick, so be it.

He scooped up her light, lissome body and Angie threw her arms around his neck, making it clear she wouldn’t be going anywhere until he set her down.

“This way,” Dottie said, and led the way to Angie’s bedroom, with Angie nuzzling her face into Steve’s neck like a lost kitten happy to have found someone willing to take care of it.

Inside the bedroom, Steve carefully laid Angie down on the bed, then straightened up. There he stayed, breathing hard while he wondered what could come next. He was afraid to make the next move and he was even more afraid of offending these two girls by not taking them up on their offer in the proper way—if it was an offer. And he was getting too horny to care for much longer whether it was or not.

He cleared his throat. “What happened to you anyway?”

Dottie grinned.

Angie smiled a little smugly. Both girls kept looking to each other, sharing a conspiratorial look that Steve didn’t like at all.

“Well?” he reiterated sternly.

“I fell,” Angie said. “I fell and it really, really hurt. But I don’t mind so much now. At least I got to feel how strong you are. You’re really, really strong, Steve.”

“Uh-huh,” Steve said, making a face of disbelief. “Strip!”

“What?” Dottie goggled in disbelief.

“You heard me. You let your friend get all naked for this. The least you can do is join her.”

Dottie quickly undid her robe and opened it up. Steve’s cock ran long and thick down the front of his pants. Dottie watched it pulse, opening her thighs to show him her pussy.

“Good. Now lie down next to Angie. She deserves a good view of this.”

“A good view…?” Angie asked.

“Quiet. I’ll get to you when I get to you.”

Angie pouted, burnt by his curt tone, but at the same time electric with anticipation. Unable to wait to find out what he would do, now that he was being so firm with them.

Steve looked down at Dottie, ignoring Angie momentarily. She lay there, waiting silently—each breath heaving her bust up and down.

He crooked his finger. “Now bring your little pussy right here,” he told her, reaching down between his legs to where his phallic bulge throbbed, totally prepared to fuck.

Dottie obediently padded down the length of the bed until she lay before Steve, her cunt right where he could get at it. Angie stayed at the head of the bed, watching fervently as Dottie presented herself to Steve.

“Further,” he said, looking down at her exposed pussy as if gauging it for a project he was about to embark on.

Dottie pulled her knees up to her chest and held them far apart. Her womanhood, shaved and wet, tilted up. The slightly splayed lines of it trembled, like it was eager for how Steve would use her. She looked up at him as he put a hand on his fly and started unzipping it.

“I need that cunt. I need lots of cunt,” he said, looking from Angie to Dottie. He took his prick out, then immediately started pumping on it to sate how urgent his lust had become. “You’re going to give me what I need.”

Dottie held her breath while he approached her pussy.

Without another word, Steve lowered his body down to hers. He aimed his cock at the mouth of her cunt, grunting with his hand held still now to guide it in, putting an end to the sating he’d been giving to his pounding erection.

His glans pressed against Dottie’s slot. She cried out. Steve pressed down hard on her, his fat cockhead pushing apart the tiny slit of her womanhood. Dottie felt herself parted, then starting to stretch, adjusting to the size of Steve’s endowment with him feeding himself into her.

He thrust into Dottie’s tight cunt and her lips jolted, shouldered aside by Steve’s throbbing cockhead. Then she really opened up, with him going into the gripping channel of her sex. And Steve thrust again. Dottie gasped as she took another ramming, Steve’s enormous cock going deep into her passage.

Steve came out of her in an instant, fast enough that Dottie groaned in disappointment, only for him to pump right back into her. She bounced under his fucking, losing her grip on her knees. Steve looked at Angie while he still rutted into his current sheath.

“Hold her,” he told Angie.

Peggy’s girl obediently positioned herself for that, kneeling at Dottie’s shoulders. She reached down and grabbed onto Dottie’s legs, pulling them up to her and then holding them out of the way, nice and steady, while Steve stroked faster into the vulnerable target Angie had opened for him.