Big Black Costume update

It had to be one of the greatest thrills Courtney had ever experienced. To feel Dinah’s plush body against her own, pussy rubbing and melting against hers, her tongue sucked on the moment it slipped into the older woman’s mouth. Courtney was enthralled and as soon as her mouth was free, she cried out. Expressing the lusciousness of having Dinah slid down to suckle at her breasts.

She held Dinah’s head, felt her go lower and lower, that wonderful warmth she had begun traveling along the length of her body. She felt Dinah’s hands on her hips, a teasing tongue running along her abs. Dinah’s head went even lower.

The sudden thought that Dinah would be going down on her had Courtney gasping. For so long, sex had been being bent over, folded in half—any position she could be shifted into that opened up her ass and allowed a big strap-on inside. Now, feeling Dinah’s mouth between her widespread legs, Courtney realized there was more to sex than she’d ever imagined.

Dinah’s mouth kissed her slot and Courtney experienced a rush of blood to her brain that had her feeling faint. She crooned like a woman possessed when Dinah sucked gently at the lips of her pussy, then slipped her tongue through the opening. Courtney could only hold Dinah’s head down to her cunt, lifting her hips up to better allow that hungry tongue inside her.

Then Dinah twisted on the bed, pulling Courtney with her, and Courtney found herself straddling Dinah’s face, still feeling the pleasure of the woman’s mouth on her desperate sex. Dinah’s hands squeezed her ass, then made Courtney jump with a fingertip brushing across her tight asshole—probing at it tenderly, but never quite hard enough to sodomize her.

Courtney turned around, lowering herself to Dinah’s body while being sure to keep her groin planted on top of Dinah’s upturned face. Soon, she was directly above the other woman’s crotch. It was piquant with arousal, reminding her of her own scent on another woman’s mouth or fingers when they were done fucking her. She inhaled deeper from the source, then nuzzled her face into Dinah’s womanhood. Dinah opened her legs for her, raising her pelvis up to Courtney.

“I’m sorry I haven’t… before… it’s just so much… I’ll make up for it… in a minute… OH… it’s so good!” Courtney cooed softly, unable to gather any amount of thoughts while the older woman licked and sucked.

In a sudden rush of lust, Courtney dropped her face down into Dinah’s cunt. She tasted the faint bittersweetness that she knew came from Dinah’s enjoyment of her own lusty sex. Reaching underneath Dinah’s hips, she grasped all she could of that svelte ass and worked her lips against the woman’s slit, kissing and sucking on everything that was offered between her splayed labia.

“Oh yes, you good little cookie!” Dinah moaned and shoved her body upward. “Suck my pussy, bitch… make me come! Show me how you want that big ass fucked! I’m not giving you my strap until you taste my cum!”

In their mad rush to satisfy each other’s desire, neither of them heard the bedroom door open.

“Jesus Christ, Dinah, what the fuck!” Courtney heard Sara say as she hurriedly shut the door behind her.

“Oh shit,” Courtney blurted out, panic taking hold of her at the sound of the third woman’s voice.

Sara had caught her with more than her pants down—she had her head buried between Dinah’s legs and the woman was still licking her spasming pussy. Fuck, doesn’t she even know we’ve been caught? she wondered, although further thought was impossible with Dinah’s finger stroking its way out of her anus.

Courtney felt herself growing closer, closer—suddenly arriving—it surprised her, how hard she could come with barely any anal stimulation. She sucked furiously at Dinah’s pussy while the heat started behind her knees, flowed up her legs and entered her stomach. The blast of sensation stole her breath from her and she found herself spasming as she got off. Trying to do the same to Dinah, her tongue deep in the other woman’s pussy.

Dinah flopped her head down and looked away from Courtney’s pussy to see that Sara was standing next to the bed, her arms crossed over her breasts, her face glowering down at both of them.

“I cannot believe you.”

“You can’t?” Dinah asked. “Look at this bitch. This ass. She’s exactly my type. And look at how much I came, all over her face. She knows what she’s doing too.”

“We’ve been here one day!” Sara protested.

“Oh, pull the stick out,” Dinah told her. “I know that you’ve fucked around on trips a lot shorter than that.”

Courtney cringed, feeling certain that Sara was halfway to exploding. Dinah was more insouciant than Cindy had ever been, and God knew Courtney had trouble putting up with her.

“Look at this ass, sis.” Dinah patted Courtney’s bottom. “This fat goddamn ass, perfect for fucking, and I haven’t even gotten to it yet. You can have it, if you want. Her pussy’s so damn delicious—bet it’ll taste even better with you plowing her ass while I go down on her.”

“JEE-ZUS, Dinah!” Sara gasped. “You shouldn’t even be saying this in front of the kid, much less have your face in her cooch!”

“What’s the big deal?” Dinah demanded. “I mean, seriously, what are you trying to prove? I know what you were like with ‘Laurel’. You were always the rebellious little sister, she was the authoritarian big sis. You told me you always wished you could get on the same page and actually have fun together instead of always butting heads. Well, here’s your chance—”

“You’re not Laurel!” Sara interrupted.

Courtney kinda wished she were underneath Dinah at the moment—at least that would give her an excuse not to leave. As it was, she thought she could pick herself up off Dinah’s naked body, but drawing any attention to herself was the last thing she wanted to do.

“No, I’m not, but fuck, who’s anyone these days? We’re all getting our minds scrambled and our timelines altered and turning into assassins and superheroes and aliens. All that matters is how we feel. How about you treat me like your sister, since I might as well be? And your sister wants to play a little game. You wanna lecture me or you wanna play?”

“I’m married,” Sara said.

“You’re going to be married. I don’t know when the hell we are, because I thought the JSA fought Nazis and all these teenagers are their kids… but I’m pretty sure you’re not married yet, or in this universe, so…”

“I’m married and she’s… I’m pretty sure she’s not up for a sister-sister threesome.”

“Actually,” Courtney began, with a squeak like a mouse. “I… kinda like being…” She bit her lip. “Double-stuffed.”

“Jesus,” Sara muttered. “This is sick.”

“It’s a lot less sick than doing this with Oliver,” Dinah pointed out. “And I’ve been to plenty of universes where that happens.”

Courtney felt Sara’s weight set down on the mattress. Her hand touched the small of Courtney’s back.

“She really does have a great ass… did Dinah tell you that?”

“I mean, she said she liked the hole part—” Courtney quivered, feeling Sara’s hand close on one of her buttocks.

“Probably gave you a lot of shit about how you’d be the perfect fuck toy and she can’t wait to turn your hole inside out,” Sara sighed, shooting Dinah a look. “Thin walls on the Waverider.”

“Don’t be mad at her, Sara,” Courtney said, in such a little-girl voice it made her self-conscious. “She’s made me feel really good…”

“I’ll bet,” Sara laughed lightly, moving fingers through Courtney’s golden hair and down to lift her chin up. “Look at those baby blues. You’re a sweetheart, aren’t you? I’m sure Dinah made you come hard, but you need a little tenderness. To feel like the good girl you are, not just…” Sara rolled her eyes. “An ass-fuck whore.”

Dinah punted out a laugh. “Thin walls or were you listening hard, sis?”

Sara ignored her, moving in to find Courtney’s mouth with her own. It was a kiss entirely unlike Sara’s ‘sister’. Sara’s lips closed over hers and suddenly Courtney felt a tongue push thickly into her mouth. She thrilled at its heavy-handed authority and moaned into the kiss, responding even more when Sara reached between her legs to handle her dripping sex.

“Nice and warm,” she pronounced, her voice husky. “That’s one thing my sister’s good for…”

She slipped her arms around Courtney to pull her off of Dinah.

“Nice of you to remember me!” Dinah cried. “What am I, the opening act?”

“You wanted me to join in, I’m joining in,” Courtney heard Sara say. “Don’t you think she has enough ass for both of us?”

Courtney felt hands all over her body, Sara kissing her again. Taking her wrist in her fingers and guiding it down to her crotch, where she felt a gigantic strap-on pulsing. Courtney whimpered.

“It’s okay,” Sara told her. “Nanotech from the 24th century. I don’t have to fuck every girl I see—” And her eyes flashed at Dinah. “But I do like to be prepared.”