Your Angel or Your Devil update

Quentin pulled back and the chain reaction went on without him, too far gone to stop now. He jammed himself back inside Natalie, in and out, in and out, fucking her so hard that it went through her body and into Alex’s, through Alex and into Dylan.

In and out, licking and tasting, Natalie’s tongue in Alex’s hole, Alex’s mouth on Dylan’s womanhood.

The three women were all locked together and Quentin worked all three of them. Slowly, ever so slowly, encouraging them up towards their peak, keeping them motivated to stay at the same delirious pace with only his cock between Natalie’s legs.

He’d mellowed down from the franticness he’d felt; the women’s lust dwarfed his. Quentin existed to service it. And so he kept at them in a tempo that was almost relaxed—deep, stroking drives that made sure none of them stopped, no matter how overwhelmed they were with pleasure. And there was plenty of pleasure to overwhelm them, even without his contributions.

But there was only so much any man could take: the three beautiful, passionate women in a frenzy before him, all lusciously responding to his endless thrusts, brought Quentin to a boil that only felt like it took an eternity to reach. His pumps increased in vigor, carried along by the lust pouring off the Angels like sweat.

Dylan came first, forced to her peak by Alex’s undying licks. She cried out her rush of gratification, then happily passed out. Then Alex was blasted into sexual thoughtlessness, suffocating her satisfied groan in the feast she made of Dylan’s creaming slot.

Quentin and Natalie came together, Natalie’s eyes rolling up in her head as if to see the look on her lover’s face when he filled her full of cum. She was happy for how hard all her friends had come, but happier still that she had gotten stuffed with so much cream. She practically gibbered in happiness when Quentin collapsed on top of her. Together, they lay on Alex’s thighs, panting and smiling with the memory of the mutual release they’d experienced.

Natalie reached her hands up, able to just feel Alex’s pretty face and Dylan’s sweet ass. She patted them goodnight as sleep stole over her.

And just wait until they were awake enough to shower: she was going to personally make sure that all of them were squeaky clean.

***

There was no going back after that. If they tried to pretend it had never happened, jealousy would tear them up inside. They would have to let what had happened happen again, stealing as much time with each other in sexual bliss as could be found.

Quentin took it pretty well that Alex had a double life. He accepted that she was part of a unit, a sisterhood, and that if he loved her, he would have to love them as well. She couldn’t hog a healthy relationship all to herself when it could be shared with her besties. He would just have to keep them satisfied as well as her; as talented as the Angels were, they weren’t gods. They needed help. And what a spa day or shopping spree couldn’t mediate, they’d get from Quentin.

It was in that spirit that Quentin and the three Angels found themselves invited to a costume party. Dylan and Natalie didn’t want to ruin one of their fresh covers, so they used an old one, dressing in the Oktoberfest costumes they’d used for one of their first jobs together. At the time, they’d only admired how good the other looked. Now, though…

They told themselves they had to get it out of their systems before the party.

“And if Quentin sees?” Natalie asked, since he should be back with his costume at any minute.

“I won’t fuck him if you won’t,” Dylan replied. “We have to save some of that lust for Alex. She’s being so nice letting us date him—”

“So nice,” Natalie agreed.

“So when he does get here, we handcuff him before we let him watch.”

Natalie rolled her eyes. Count on Dylan to bring handcuffs into everything.

Dylan rubbed Natalie’s pussy for a moment or two, then opened up her purse and brought out Big Ben. The vibrator’s plastic sheath glistened after Dylan licked some lubrication into its exterior. Then she turned it on and placed it gently between Natalie’s gates.

Natalie stiffened in anticipation of the onslaught she was sure to receive, but Dylan made her wait a little long, massaging the sensitive flesh of her thighs and belly first. Natalie’s closed lips twisted around, wanting to tell Dylan to fuck her, to make her come hard, but she couldn’t—she was too sweet to say such naughty things. And Dylan knew it.

“Is this not enough?” Dylan finally cooed. “Do you want some more? Are you such a big whore that you want to be fucked harder?”

Natalie moaned, nodding her head. She reached down to touch her clit, bringing a gasp from deep within her throat.

“No, no,” Dylan purred to her. “Don’t play with your clit. Play with mine.”

And she got up to sit on Natalie’s face, showing her that under her frilly skirt, there was no underwear to stop Natalie from getting at her cunt as easily as she reached into her own lederhosen.

“Oh, God, Nat!” Dylan said urgently, adjusting her position slightly so that the licks Natalie gave her went right to her clit. “You are a good girl. You’re such a good girl! But you eat pussy like a total slut!”

Dylan still toyed with Natalie, until she knew she was on the verge of not being able to control her movements at all, and then she drove the vibrator between her lips and deep into Nat’s sex. Natalie groaned loudly at Dylan working the buzzing phallus closer and closer to her cervix, then slowly pulled it out. Angling it as it went so the tremors went where they’d never been before, refusing to let Natalie get used to the feeling.

The pleasure was exquisite. Natalie was so bereft that all she could do was scream to thank Dylan for it. Big Ben reached her clit and sent it into overdrive, bringing her close enough to orgasm that Nat went cross-eyed.

Despite her ecstasy, Natalie remained as generous as ever. She kept licking and sucking at Dylan, anxious to hear her scream with her own rapture.

Quentin came in then, ready to show off the painstakingly accurate Starfleet uniform he’d produced for himself. Seeing Dylan and Natalie, though, it suddenly didn’t seem so important anymore.

“Don’t stop!” Dylan gasped, grinding her pussy into Natalie’s mouth.

Natalie passionately kissed and licked and sucked until there was nothing Dylan’s pussy could do but become a volcano.

“That’s it!” Dylan cried, eyes rolling back. “Yes, baby, open your mouth! Need you to fucking taste this!”

Natalie could tell that Dylan was as close to coming as she was, their orgasms both welling up until their thighs couldn’t stop trembling. While Dylan could see how much Quentin enjoyed the show, his erection filling his pants.

This is how much you need to fuck Alex, she thought desperately. This is how hard you need to make her come or I’ll do it for you.

She screamed, her thighs tightening on Natalie’s skull, her luscious body rocking back and forth in one unending jiggle. Her scream ran out of breath, but her mouth remained open in a silent howl as the cauldron of her delight overflowed, spreading all over her body, her skin red and flushed with how hot she’d been before finally bursting into flame.

Natalie came only seconds later, her squeal muffled by Dylan’s cunt. She closed her thighs together, locking Big Ben against her hot, sensitive clitoris. The sensation was like a livewire pressed to her womanhood, surging through all of her until even her scalp had an earthquake going through it. Natalie’s nipples jutted through her bodice like a pair of ripe cherries, shocked to their fullest by all the electricity of the lightning bolt that had struck.

Natalie couldn’t help it—she fell off, while Big Ben kept going. Without the vibrator, Dylan’s climax ended first. She sucked in the breath her orgasm had denied her and fell across Natalie’s sweaty body, holding the vibrator on Natalie’s button to see if she could put the multiple in multiple orgasms.

“Is this too much for you?” she teased, breathless, not even caring that her own pussy was unattended when she could have so much fun torturing Natalie. “Are you a good girl that doesn’t like being fucked this hard?”

“It’s too sensitive,” Natalie whined, her hands flexing weakly on Dylan’s supple body. “It huuurts…”

Dylan flashed a smile at Quentin. “Protip: none of that was her asking me to stop.”

Alex made her entrance then. She, too, had decided to wear an old costume from the vault. In her case, a nun’s habit in periwinkle blue.

Quentin squinted at it, shocked away from his lust by how taboo and yet ordinary Alex’s costume was. She could’ve been any old nun by the looks of her, albeit a preternaturally attractive one—from what you could see of her face, that is.

“What do you think?” Alex asked him, paying no attention to Dylan and Natalie’s fooling around. She held up her hands, clasped together in prayer, to complete the costume in pose. “Is it next to cleanliness?”

“It’s great,” Quentin told her. “I just thought girls always used costume parties as an excuse to dress up—” He glanced at Dylan and Natalie, as if for fortification.

“Yesss?” Alex prompted.

“You know. Sexy.”

“You don’t think there’s anything sexy about nuns?” she interrogated him.

“Not really. They are sorta… celibate.”

Alex giggled. “Oh, Quent, that’s the whole point of my costume!” She turned around and lifted up a voluminous skirt to show that her tiny little ass was now studded with a gem of a buttplug, the tip glinting where it separated her naked cheeks. “I’m a nun who’ll be praying to get fucked up the ass all night.”

“Oh fudge,” Natalie said, forcing her eyes to focus so that she could take in the spectacle. “Is it too late for me to be a nun too?”

Dylan snorted. “I think it was too late the moment you bribed us to let Quentin come on your face by saying we could lick it all up and you wouldn’t swallow any.”

“That was charitable of me,” Natalie protested. “I love to swallow!”