Black Cats update

Ororo got on her hands and knees, displaying her naked ass flagrantly to T’Challa. “Now,” she cried. “I need it now!”

Her ass jutted into the air, her knees drawn beneath her hips. Felicia, breathing heavily, saw T’Challa kneel behind her, rubbing his cockhead along his bride’s wet cunt. The cat burglar stared in fascination as his helmet stretched open Ororo’s labia, heralding a hot intake of breath from Ororo as he pushed inside her.

“That looks like it hurt,” Felicia giggled.

“It hurts so much I can’t get enough of it!” Ororo gasped, pushing her ass back so that T’Challa could go deep inside her. “Shove it in me, T’Challa! Give me all of it!”

T’Challa held her shapely hips and drove his cock in and out of her, Felicia staring as the action parted her buttocks, exposing his plunging cock and the winking of her lightly colored asshole. Felicia rubbed her hand against her sex, curvy ass bunching as her pleasure unfolded with theirs.

Ororo felt so lewd, so roguish, with another woman watching T’Challa fuck her, but she’d learned to embrace that punk feeling. Her cunt seemed to swell, expanding inside her with the throbbing of T’Challa’s manhood, yet it still felt like her inner folds were tightly clinging to his hardness, the soft wet walls inseparable from his long shaft. She clawed at the carpet, crying out in delight, rutting her uplifted ass back against his cock with mindless abandon.

As he rammed himself wildly into Ororo, T’Challa reached out to push Felicia’s hand away from her cunt and take its place himself. He rubbed at her wet pussy, Felicia rocking her hips into his hand, writhing and crying out, but still unable to look away from Ororo’s grinding ass, her dripping labia as she took T’Challa’s stony cock.

“Is that how you’re going to fuck me?” Felicia panted, wiggling her ass as she wholeheartedly let T’Challa please the both of them. “You gonna fuck me from behind? Like a dog?”

It was Ororo who answered. “I’m the one who’s going to fuck you! I have a strap-on… I’ll fuck your pussy… fuck your hot cunt!”

Felicia laughed lasciviously. “And maybe he can fuck my ass too!”

Ororo reached out to grasp Felicia’s ankle, pulling at it. “Let me get you ready for him.”

They quickly rearranged themselves, Ororo moving onto her back, Felicia straddling her head, T’Challa parting the weather witch’s legs to continue fucking her. Seated backwards on Ororo’s face, Felicia could look down from Ororo’s body to T’Challa, her eyes big as she watched Ororo kissing the soft flesh of her thighs at one end and taking T’Challa’s big cock at the other.

Ororo licked up her warm thigh, even as T’Challa impaled her so thoroughly that it would’ve been far easier to close her eyes and let the pleasure overwhelm her. She was so aroused, though, that she couldn’t help herself. Burying her mouth in Felicia’s groin, she kissed and sucked, and Felicia shrieked.

T’Challa was pounding hard into Ororo’s cunt. He groaned as he saw her head between Felicia’s thighs, his cock swelling even more to watch Ororo’s tongue lick at Felicia’s bare cunt.

“Ooooh, Ororo, your fucking tongue--!” Felicia sobbed, grinding her cunt into Ororo’s face, happily riding her tongue. 

Ororo’s mouth found the stiffly throbbing protuberance of Felicia’s clit and she lavished attention on it: chewing, kissing, sucking, biting. Felicia cried out in orgasm, and as she did so, T’Challa leaned over Ororo’s body to kiss her. Felicia bent into the kiss, forming a pyramid: T’Challa and herself the sides, Ororo the base. It was like T’Challa was devouring Felicia’s orgasmic cry, taking the energy that had passed from Ororo into her and returning it to his own bride.

On her back between male lover and female, Ororo was experiencing rapture. T’Challa drove his cock into her, the impacts pressing her mouth more tightly against Felicia’s cunt, while her tits jiggled over her chest, the nipples feeling ready to burst.

“I am very nearly there!” T’Challa growled, moving his cock faster and faster inside of Ororo.

Felicia was wailing, grinding her sex frantically down onto Ororo’s mouth, the flaring sensation of orgasm quickly returning to her tender pussy. The feeling was so good, she couldn’t bear to move her pussy away from Ororo’s sucking mouth, despite the slight pain, despite the liquid feeling of an ejaculation about to happen. She held onto Ororo’s ribs, rutting down into Ororo’s open mouth, gasping now as the exquisite sensation had to be endured as much as enjoyed.

“Take it, Ororo!” T’Challa groaned, driving his cock deep inside of her, his hands moving to her breasts to feel the heat and pounding heartbeat throbbing inside their opulent heft. “Take it right up… your hot… fucking cunt!”

Ororo screamed into Felicia’s white-haired pussy, unable to stop herself as the strong shots of T’Challa’s ejaculations triggered her climax. Her womanhood pulled at his spurting member and she mouthed Felicia’s sex in a desperate frenzy to take Felicia along on this orgasm she and T’Challa were sharing. Her tongue raced along Felicia’s slit, from beside her anus to the little vibrating bullet of her clit. 

Felicia sobbed, hot tears falling from tightly clenched eyes. She breathed as if being strangled, and with a mindless scream her ecstasy overwhelmed and spilled out of her, Felicia coming very, very hard. Her pussy contracted madly and she spurted her cream into Ororo’s open mouth, over her tight body, all the way to T’Challa as he lanced inside of their shared lover. Ororo tasted it, and she held Felicia’s cunt to her mouth as tightly as was possible, sucking and swallowing all of the sweetness that she could, her cunt rippling around T’Challa’s manhood in one of the most satisfying orgasms she’d ever had: T’Challa gushing into her, Felicia filling her mouth, and her own cunt overflowing in liquid spasms around T’Challa’s rigid staff.

T’Challa stood, firmly, as if both women hadn’t just tried their best to drain them. “That was rewarding,” he said, his richly accented English laboring a bit, even as his body remained as full of stamina as ever. Felicia guessed his mind was lagging behind his flesh; his spirit still processing the passion of their encounter, while his flesh was hungering for more. “But I think there is nothing else I can accomplish here.”

Having fallen beside Ororo in exhausted surrender, Felicia had to agreed. She licked her lips, slightly bruised from the rough kiss he had given her. “I know.”

It was like he saw into her soul, the look he gave her. As much as she valued her independence, sometimes she needed a man’s strong hand to unlock her own pleasure. Without that commanding presence, she couldn’t have experienced the incredible fulfillment she’d felt… even with Ororo.

She wondered if it was the same for the weather witch, for all women, or if it was just her and some like her who could appreciate being dominated. Maybe there was a reason she’d gotten so obsessed with a man who could bench-press her and her entire wardrobe, while also having the superpower of tying people up. T’Challa was different from Peter—raw animal magnetism and dominance versus clever, endlessly inventive lovemaking… not to mention the temptation of the forbidden fruit. 

Felicia closed her eyes. It didn’t matter. T’Challa, Peter, Ororo, her vibrator… they came and they went. Tonight, she’d come, she’d come hard, and she’d caused the same for some truly gorgeous people. That and a good nap were all she could ask for from a night’s work.

Well, not all she could ask for. She was the Black Cat, after all. And she’d heard the Black Panther had a sister…