Big Black Costume update

“I want the suit back.”

As soon as Yolanda said it, Courtney flashed her a wide grin, made even more perverse by just how innocent it was. There was nothing to give away what went hand in hand with Yolanda in the suit, except for a certain twinkle in Courtney’s eye that Yolanda was sure only she understood.

“I knew you would!” Courtney cried, practically cheering, before she hushed herself to keep from giving away their conversation. Quieted down, she lost none of her exuberance. Her sick, twisted exuberance. “It’s so great, isn’t it? Being all wrapped up in the costume, a mask on your face, no one knowing it’s you, and you can do just anything…”

She sounded so damn innocent, but Yolanda knew what they were really talking about. How could she forget—how could either of them forget—how Yolanda had ruined Courtney’s virgin ass with the suit’s cock? It lay underneath every look they gave each other, every word they spoke. It was even a charge in the air when they were simply in the same room together.

Courtney had loved being sodomized, no matter how much it hurt, and Yolanda didn’t even care how much Courtney hurt, so long as that massive cock was buried in Courtney’s perfect ass.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” Yolanda admitted, finally saying it, the confession just flying out of her all in a rush.

She didn’t know she was so damn freaky as to get off on the memory of Courtney’s destroyed asshole, the sight of that gaping hole she’d left behind after fucking her and fucking her and fucking her. Maybe it was true what they said about her; maybe the thing with her nudes was just the first sign that she really was a degenerate. But she’d enjoyed being the degenerate fucking Courtney in the ass so much more than she’d ever enjoyed anything else.

“I know, right?” Courtney chirped, eyes wide with her enthusiasm. “It was so good, us doing it together, I mean, both of us at once. I like doing it on my own, sure, but it’s so much better with you there too!”

Yolanda boggled, her eyebrows lifting up. “You’ve done it on your own?”

“Of course, silly! Why do you think I wanted to do it with you? I knew firsthand how much fun it could be. I mean, yeah, it’s important work and all, we have a big job to do, but it’s also so effing cool!”

Yolanda blinked. “Wait, are you talking about just… being a superhero?”

Courtney was all hapless sincerity. “Of course, ‘Wildcat’. What else would I be talking about?” Then her smile turned small. Sly. Naughty. “Fing me in the B, like you were?”

Yolanda’s jaw dropped. “You… you… you vixen!”

“Look, we really do have to get to the bottom of this thing with the Injustice Society, but I did really have a good time with you—ya know—in my B, and I was so worried you got the wrong impression from me not sitting down for a couple days after that, because I absolutely loved it and it was totally worth learning to sleep on my belly…”

Yolanda reached down and swatted Courtney’s pert ass. “Get me the suit right now!”

“Why?” Courtney asked innocently, though it was clearly a put-on from just how perverse that big smile of hers actually was. “Do you have a lead on the Injustice Society?”

Yolanda nearly let out a growl. “I want the suit and I want you bent over in front of me, that order, yesterday.”

Courtney fanned herself. “I knew I should’ve worn a buttplug—I just knew you would want to put it in my ass as soon as you had the suit back on. Now you’re going to have to break my butt in all over again.”

Yolanda could feel herself clenching deep inside. God, she wanted this. It was perverted and wrong and she fucking needed it. “I swear to God, Court, I will fucking wreck your hole right here in this school—“

Courtney tapped her chin. “Now where did I leave your suit…”

***

After cheerleading practice, Cindy Burman showered in the locker room until her muscles were completely relaxed. She needed them in peak condition if she was going to stay perfect. She dried herself, eying her naked body in the mirror as she toweled off. Her mind wandered to the breasts of Courtney and Yolanda, both well-sized. Courtney’s she knew because of the tight tops the girl wore with no bra, while Yolanda she knew because the whole school did.

Hefting her own breasts, Cindy weighted and measured them between her eyes and her hands. She twisted and turned, trying to make them look bigger like a push-up bra would. It wasn’t much use. If a boy wanted big tits, he wouldn’t get them from her.

Laughing a little at her vanity—as if any guy she wanted would dare say no to her, undersized breasts or not—Cindy put on a clean bra. Then she turned around and stuck out her provocatively developed ass.

She herself was more turned on by legs and ass and thighs than anything else. She didn’t see any reason why someone else wouldn’t appreciate how delicious the sight of her bare ass was, as she slid her panties up over her nicely rounded buttocks.

Then Cindy put on her fresh top, a jersey of Henry Jr.’s that felt like a trophy over her naked skin. She examined herself in the mirror with only it over her bra and panties. Definitely sexy. A little too sexy for Blue Valley High, but a nice reward for Henry if he behaved like a good little boyfriend.

Cindy’s imaginings stopped short as she heard voices echoing through the locker room—someone, or two someones, must’ve come in while she was showering. And one of them definitely sounded like Courtney.

“Okay, it’s on. Now bend over!” And that had to be mousy little Yolanda, being assertive for once. It actually sounded like she was finally living up to her reputation as a slut—

“Not here!” Courtney replied. “Even if it is after hours, someone could still walk in. I thought I heard the shower running…”

“Where then? And I’m not waiting while we figure out if your family isn’t home or my family isn’t home or some friend’s place we can get some privacy! I want your ass now!”

Courtney giggled. “And I want you to have it. The boiler room. I’ve pulled a few quick-changes there, it’s definitely deserted.”

“Hurry!” Yolanda said tersely.

“I’m going, I’m going! Be careful running with that thing sticking out, babe, I don’t know what the suit will make you feel if you bang it in a doorway—“

“Just move!”

Cindy raised a mischievous hand up over her smiling lips. Was this the same Yolanda who sang in the church choir? And that other goody two-shoes Courtney Whitmore? It definitely sounded like they were up to something naughty.

Whatever it was, she wanted to know. After all, if she’d made Yolanda a pariah with a few sexts, what could she do to her and her bitch friend if she caught them actually dyking out together? And whatever they had planned for the boiler room, it sure sounded kinky…

Not bothering to put on pants or even shoes, she followed the pair at a comfortable distance, cell phone in hand. Knowing where they were headed, she didn’t have to keep them in view. She just followed the sound of them running until, true to their word, they wound up at the boiler room.

There, Cindy caught up with them, peeking at the two from behind the corner as they jimmied the lock. Yolanda was in some kind of all-black catsuit… yes, she was actually dressed like a gimp right in the middle of Blue Valley High. Cindy loved it. A little cell phone recording of her in action in that get-up and Yolanda would be her slave for life.

My own personal lezbo, Cindy thought. Could be fun. And Courtney too—I bet her family wouldn’t approve of her being a social media porn star. Wonder what I can do with both of them? Make them put on shows for me like Jenny, only it’ll be so much better with two dolls to play with. First, though, let’s see what kind of shows they put on all by themselves…

Yolanda and Courtney got the door open, slipped through. Cindy silently padded after them, catching the door before it closed, then easing herself through and silently shutting it. She quietly made her way down the stairs until finally, by the light of the blazing furnace, she saw what it was that her two little Christmas presents were getting up to.

Courtney was kneeling down, naked, with Yolanda standing in front of her. The only thing that shocked Cindy was the semi-erect dildo that hung between Yolanda’s thighs. Courtney was stroking it up and down, treating it like the real thing. She even lay down on her back and pulled Yolanda down to kneel over her, so that half-hard… thing was between her well-sized little breasts.

“Jesus,” Yolanda moaned, beginning to rock her hips, sliding her thing between Courtney’s pert tits while the blonde held them together, licking at the head of the dildo as it emerged from her cleavage. Her saliva trailed off its tip as it retreated.

“Like that?” Courtney cooed.

“I’d rather fuck your mouth,” Yolanda hissed impatiently.

“Then why don’t you?” Courtney challenged vexingly. “You can get it nice and wet before it goes in my butt.”

“If that’s what you’re counting on to lube me up, you’d better suck me hard,” Yolanda threatened. “Because right now, what I want more than anything is to get this baby hard and ride it into your ass as soon as possible.”

“Would putting it in my mouth make it hard?” Courtney asked, mockingly innocent. “Are you sure you want to fuck my butt so bad if fucking my face is what gets you hard?”

“How the shit can you talk so much but never just open your mouth?” Yolanda demanded, straddling Courtney’s face.

Courtney finally parted her lips and said “Ahhhhh.” Yolanda drove herself right down into her mouth, fucking straight down Courtney’s throat as if her mouth was a pussy. And then the real insanity happened.

As Cindy watched, a few sucking strokes turned the floppy length of whatever it was into a firm hunk of throbbing hardness, just like a man’s shaft would get erect. Courtney triumphantly glugged away at it as Yolanda pulled the stiffness from her mouth and stroked Courtney’s gleaming saliva into its length. By the way she moaned, she was getting something out of touching the strap-on, if that’s what it was.

Cindy scoffed. Thanks to Yolanda’s little scandal, if the bitch had had a dick, she would’ve known about it. So what the hell was going on here? Was she method acting having a hard-on?

Meanwhile, Courtney got on all fours, now offering her naked ass to Yolanda’s erection… Cindy couldn’t think of a better word for it.

“You ready?” Yolanda asked.

“I don’t think I can ever be ready for that big cock,” Courtney minced. “But I am ready to have my asshole ruined… again.”

Moving up behind her, Yolanda put the tip of her rigid erection at Courtney’s pussy lips and then pushed into her with all her strength. The thick pistoning split Courtney open like an orange being divided, all of the dildo disappearing into Courtney’s sex.

“Ooof! No, not there, Yolanda!” Courtney moaned softly, wiggling her hips despite herself. “You know where it goes! You know where I need it!”

“And a little bit of spit isn’t going to get me wet enough to go up your ass, so you’re just going to have to come for me if you want to get ass-fucked today!” Yolanda’s voice was gruff, but Cindy picked up on her concern for Courtney. No matter the enjoyment she got out of claiming her cunt, Yolanda wasn’t willing to actually hurt Courtney. That was sweet.

But Cindy couldn’t get herself to care about how tender they were being with their strap-on fun. The sight of the two of them grunting and rutting like animals was doing something to her. Something very strange. She felt sparking sensations between her thighs, as though something red-hot was touching her tender sex, though she didn’t feel any pain. Cindy wasn’t used to such uncontrolled, unwelcome feelings. She put her hand on the forbidden area to stop the unwanted pulses coming out of there.

As soon as her fingers touched her pussy, Cindy knew she’d made a mistake. A jolt of pleasure shot through her, both surprising her and locking her into rubbing at herself, repeating the contact, giving her body more of the same. She knew suddenly that she wouldn’t be able to stop until something happened—until she got the same terrible satisfaction that Yolanda and Courtney were striving for.

They were fucking madly a few feet away, Cindy’s only safety the fact that the stairs she was perched on held her up out of their line of sight. She thought she would’ve fainted by now if something as big and long as Yolanda’s… as her prick was pounding into her own tiny cunt, but Courtney just looked dissatisfied, like somehow it wasn’t enough for her. Like she actually wanted more than that monster!

Cindy pulled her jersey up, exposing her panties, and then slid a delicate hand down inside them. She told herself it would be enough—that she couldn’t possibly need as much cock as that slut Courtney was getting in order to come—and she slipped her middle finger into her sex. It glided across her clit as it went in and Cindy felt like she was exploding… like no amount of this could ever, ever be enough. No wonder Courtney was so unsatisfied if being fucked was anything like this. Cindy felt like she could keep at it for hours and hours!

“Nnnhh!” Cindy groaned with a totally new feeling: lust. Her knees buckled and her pussy leapt into being aroused, clenching rhythmically, flowing with juices. Cindy felt little pinpricks of incredibly exquisite sensations tingle through her mons as she got wetter and wetter.

Still thinking to rub the feelings away, Cindy unthinkingly reached to her firm breasts. She groped them with one hand while playing with her dripping pussy with the other. And as involved as she was in pleasuring herself, she couldn’t take her eyes off of Courtney and Yolanda.

“Oh! Oh fuck, I’m so close, baby! Your sweet pussy’s got me so damn close!” Yolanda moaned, fucking Courtney like a dog mating a bitch.

“Don’t you… dare come… without that… cock… in my ass!” Courtney panted, feeling her own climax just a few thrusts away.

Like an addict giving into a craving—and what else could she be, with Courtney’s perfect juicy ass and supple little slit hers for the taking?—Yolanda pulled her cock out of Courtney’s sopping sex and sank it into her waiting asshole, no longer caring whether it was ready for the penetration or not.

The huge phallus entered Courtney’s bowels in one smooth, even plunge and Yolanda didn’t miss a beat, even as the feeling of being engulfed in Courtney’s tight little ass flooded into her senses. She pumped into Courtney’s asshole with a maddened abandon that put what she’d done to Courtney’s pussy to shame.

“Fuuuck! Yolanda, baby, that’s it! Give me your hot cock all the way up my ass! Take me with you, Wildcat! Make me come just like you are!” Courtney shrieked, her words bouncing all over the claustrophobic space, her breasts jiggling, her eyes shut in ecstasy, and her pussy leaking torrents of her orgasmic cream.

Cindy bit her tongue to keep from crying out while she watched Yolanda bury herself in Courtney’s ass and then tremble as if she were somehow managing to spurt right through the dildo. Courtney’s juices sprayed from her opening as she joined Yolanda in climaxing, just like she’d wanted. Cindy’s own cunt soaked her fluttering fingers, while her breasts bounced in perfect time with her spasming sex.

With her legs growing weak, Cindy sank onto her butt on one of the steps, still fingering her moist snatch, while her tits heaved like they were defying her own groping hand. It seemed like the furious surges of orgasmic pleasure would stay with her forever, but they had to die away eventually, leaving Cindy drained and gasping on the staircase.

“Shit, Yolanda, I so wish you could come for real,” Courtney was saying. “Just pack my butt with your cum so I could feel you inside me all day.”

“Put it on your Amazon wishlist,” Yolanda retorted. “And get dressed. We’ve already pushed our luck enough as it is. Let’s hurry and get cleaned up.”

“You’re assertive after you’ve fucked me in the ass,” Courtney teased. “I guess there’s no way to sodomize someone and be a wallflower, huh?”

“I mean it,” Yolanda stressed. “Superheroes, gay, kinky sex—do you really want to find out which one would get us grounded longer?”

Hearing that brought Cindy out of her haze. She remembered her cell phone, which she’d unthinkingly put down to touch herself—she was lucky it hadn’t fallen off the staircase. Now she picked it up, shifted it to the camera mode, and aimed it at Courtney and Yolanda.

What filled her touchscreen wasn’t quite as juicy as the action had been a minute ago, but with Courtney naked, covered in sweat, and Yolanda brandishing a strap-on that had somehow gone limp but was still clearly phallic, there was no mistaking the two of them for an afterschool program.

Cindy recorded them for as long as she dared, capturing the rustle of clothes as Courtney got dressed, then she retreated before they could realize she was there. Just before leaving, she poked her head back through the door to see Courtney and Yolanda have a sweet little kiss to mark the sodomized orgasm they’d shared. It was cute as hell.

Cindy couldn’t wait to show them how you really buttfucked an anal bitch like Courtney Whitmore.