Black Cats update

T’Challa pulled out of Felicia, his cock glistening brightly, and flipped her onto her back. Her breasts jostled as she came to a stop, jiggling for a good ten seconds afterward, and it was a testament to T’Challa’s self-control that he restrained himself long enough for the legendary seductress to pay homage to him. Grinning fiercely at her own arousal, Felicia reached down to grab her thighs and hold her knees high. T’Challa saw her slit opening up invitingly for him, its pinkness shining as wetly as his prick was.

As Ororo gazed at the two lovers, T’Challa leaned over Felicia with his mouth open. The tip of his tongue struck almost at Felicia’s anus, stroking upwards, flattening her curly pubic hair, which bristled as her sex twitched uncontrollably. 

Ororo squeezed her thighs together, then quickly parted them again as if not wanting to dissuade T’Challa from moving between them. Her hand moved between her trembling legs, finding her cunt rich with surprising wetness. She moaned, and T’Challa looked up to see her pressing her hand against her pussy.

“Do it, Ororo,” he urged her, loving the fact that Ororo was taking almost as much pleasure in this as he and Felicia were. “Play with yourself while I play with your friend.”

Ororo shoved a finger inside herself, her thumb stroking her clit. She was hard-pressed to choose between fingering herself and toying with her clit, both seeming equally overwhelming to her at the moment. Her blue eyes were fixed on Felicia and T’Challa.

T’Challa kept his own eyes watching Ororo as he ate out Felicia, but finally even Felicia’s sweet taste and sweeter moans weren’t enough for him, not with Ororo right there as an offering. “Come here, Ororo,” he said huskily. “It’s time you join us.”

Ororo smiled luminously. She took her hand away from her sex and T’Challa felt his heart pound when he saw how wet it was. She moved over to the bed, cooing just as he pulled her to him. T’Challa laid her down beside Felicia, enjoying the tremble of desire in her mirroring that of Felicia. Felicia’s white-haired cunt was delicious, but even it couldn’t compare to Ororo’s pussy.

Ororo felt both T’Challa and Ororo hungrily eying her sex and she flushed with excitement. She couldn’t wait to feel his mouth between her legs, and knowing that Felicia was watching only made her more aroused. It was more than just sex, it was sharing in what Felicia and T’Challa had done, just as Felicia was about to share in what they were doing.

“Goddess,” T’Challa said hoarsely, and Ororo’s bright smile pinched together in sheer lust. She squirmed on the bed, her nipples hard, her breasts heaving.

He moved between her legs, slipping his big hands underneath her ass and raising it up until her pussy was against his mouth. Ororo could feel the heat of his exhale searing the fine hair of her groin and she held for agonizing seconds as he breathed her in, waiting for his tongue. T’Challa couldn’t resist her long. His tongue pushed inside of her slit.

“The Bright Lady herself!” she cried in a half-voiced thought as a surge of pleasure rushed through her. Her firm thighs quivered and flexed convulsively as T’Challa tongued the sensitive entrance her lips formed, stroking deeper and deeper until he was lapping into her swollen sex. Then her entire body bucked with the shout she released.

“We’re all going to eat you, Ro. We all know how good you taste!” Felicia laughed, watching Ororo work her hips to shove her pussy into T’Challa’s face. As Felicia watched him going down on the weather goddess, she felt almost as though he were eating out her as well.

T’Challa’s face was completely buried between Ororo’s strong thighs. It was all he could do to breathe when they were squeezing down on him, but he wouldn’t trade one moment of it for anything. He darted his tongue inside of Ororo’s cunt and slid it upward, searching for her clit in the folds of her juicy pussy. He felt Ororo’s flesh trembling all over, quivering with need for him as his tongue ran closer and closer to the little jewel of her clitoris. Touching it was certain to send Ororo out of her mind with satisfaction.

“Unnnh, hhk! Never have I felt such lust before!” Ororo gasped. T’Challa’s tongue slipped off the hood of her clit, sliding its boiling length along her folds and deep into her passage, before spearing her clitoris again and bringing up the fever pitch she was already burning at.

Felicia’s eyes gleamed as she moved closer to watch. She found her own clit with one finger and circled it closely. When T’Challa’s wet tongue finally did touch Ororo’s clit, she thought Ororo might just burst into flame.

“Mmmm, devour me! Send your tongue all the way inside of me!” Ororo squealed. She looked down at the top of T’Challa’s head, feeling shivers nearly ripping her apart with every lick of his tongue. She couldn’t wait until he stopped teasing. She needed to come so bad.

T’Challa brushed his tongue along the edges of Ororo’s clit, but kept her waiting for him to fully touch it. Felicia continued to rub herself while she watched. She could see that T’Challa was deliberately taunting Ororo, and she found it insanely hot how he was delaying his own pleasure until Ororo was completely satiated.

“Unnhhhh, yessss, my pussy!” Ororo groaned. T’Challa’s tongue was tickling so far at the edges of her trembling clitoris that it seemed the two were only touching because of how vibrantly her clit was quivering. 

She was being driven mad with lust. Blood was rushing to her temples, pounding in her ears like hammers crashing down right next to her head. And the same hot blood screamed in her loins, making her cunt tingle with anticipation as much as need.

“My clit, T’Challa!” she finally screamed, unable to restrain herself any longer. “Suck my clit! Bite it! Anything! Just please fucking touch it!”

T’Challa smiled in response, his face pressed hard against Ororo’s mons. He was delighted to have gotten her to the point that she was literally begging him to be pleased. He could only credit Felicia with adding a note of exhibitionism to the proceedings, which only made sense. When was a goddess happier than when she was worshipped?

“Yesssss!” Ororo screamed in ecstasy as his tongue finally touched her throbbing clitoris.