Black Cats update

Ororo looked up to see T’Challa standing over her and Felicia. His handsome face was as solemn as ever, but in his alive, intelligent eyes she could see him mulling keenly over the possibilities inherent in finding their naked bodies intertwined, the supple exhaustion of their enjoyment of each other and the satisfaction they’d found still radiating through the air, an aura of refined contentment.

She sat up and smiled at him. When she saw him return the smile, she knew that everything would work out just fine.

“Felicia. We have a guest,” she said happily. Her bedmate turned with a jerk and looked at T’Challa in shock. Ororo reached out and touched her bare shoulder, continuing in a reassuring tone. “Don’t worry, Felicia. T’Challa is not a possessive man. In fact, he quite likes what he sees. Don’t you, T’Challa?”

“As any man would!” T’Challa exclaimed. “And do you women like what you see?”

“Most definitely,” Ororo said, her eyes alight with mischief.

Felicia’s eyes were moving from one of her lovers to the other and back again, feeling like she was trying to follow the ball at a tennis match.

“And perhaps you like what I imagine?” T’Challa continued leadingly.

Ororo smiled up at him. “More than anything.”

All traces of worry left Felicia’s face as she smiled broadly. “That could be fun,” she said, taking the hint. She looked at his crotch and saw the firm bulge there, speaking to his ‘imagination’. 

“Come and join us,” Ororo murmured huskily. “We’ve tried to sate each other; now you sate both of us, if you can.”

T’Challa moved to the bed and sat down on it. He reached out and put a hand on one of Ororo’s breasts. Then he put his other hand on one of Felicia’s. He squeezed both of them firmly. Ororo smiled. Felicia moaned.

“I think I can,” T’Challa said thickly.

“Fuck Felicia,” Ororo said, nimbly sliding over Felicia’s body so that she was no longer between her and T’Challa. “Fuck her while I watch. I want to see if she comes as hard for you as she did for me.”

“Fine by me,” Felicia said, feeling her cunt throbbing with desire. “I want to see if ‘Ro likes my pussy any better when it’s full of come.”

“It’s certainly tempting,” T’Challa said slowly, his noble brow rotating to regard Ororo beyond Felicia’s voluptuous curves, “but I don’t want you to feel left out.”

“I won’t feel left out any more than you did when you found us together. Didn’t you want to see what we did as soon as you discovered we’d been doing it? Besides,” Ororo concluded, “I’m not too dignified to play with myself while I watch.”

T’Challa saw the gleam of lust in her bright blue eyes and he knew that this was what she wanted, even more than the three of them all intertwined. “Alright. You watch. Show us how long you can resist the urge to join in.”

“I’m sure I’ll come up with many pointers to improve your performance.”

Felicia stared at T’Challa’s body as he stripped. He was muscular, in perfect shape. Her eyes traveled over his broad chest and on down to his firm, muscular thighs. Between his legs, his huge, hard prick jutted out, angled upward in arousal.

“If you’re a panther,” Felicia said, getting up onto her hands and knees, “you shouldn’t have much trouble catching a simple alley cat.” And she scrambled away from the aroused man.

T’Challa grinned and lunged for her, catching Felicia by her well-rounded hips and drawing her body against his. Ororo watched excitedly as T’Challa rubbed his rigid cock against Felicia’s leg, up along the tender inner thigh, making her gasp as he came closer and closer to her sex. Felicia shoved her ass backwards, trying to capture his manhood inside herself.

Ororo had a clear view of Felicia’s cunt. She leaned forward eagerly to watch as T’Challa began to thrust himself inside of Felicia, who arched her back, her head resting on a pillow as T’Challa mounted her from behind. With a groan of lust, Felicia reached back to take T’Challa’s engorged prick and guide it into her pussy. 

Ororo moaned as she saw T’Challa’s knob push inside of Felicia, spreading her slit further and further open. She felt a warm glow heating her own mons as she saw Felicia well and truly impaled. T’Challa slid into the wet, pink opening she herself had so thoroughly explored and Ororo gasped in excitement even as Felicia did, the cat burglar’s slick inner flesh parting easily for his oversized member.

T’Challa fucked the Black Cat very slowly, letting Ororo see every inch of the meeting between his cock and Felicia’s pussy. His manhood glistened with Felicia’s juices, shining obscenely as it rode in and out of her splayed cunt. Ororo’s eyes widened as she spread her own legs and leaned back against the bed’s headboard. She could almost feel T’Challa’s big cock as if it were invading her instead of Felicia, and she trembled with lust, shuddering every time she saw his prick disappearing into Felicia’s pink folds. 

The thief cried out in delight as T’Challa fucked her, moving deeper and faster with each demanding thrust. She threw her hips against his, skewering herself each time T’Challa pushed inward, but with a slow savoring that ensured Ororo wouldn’t miss a thing. However, Felicia couldn’t resist the promise of more overwhelming pleasure for long. With each impaling thrust, she gave herself over a little faster. Now and then, Black Cat and Black Panther glanced over at Ororo, and the goddess grinned at them, not feeling left out one bit. It was as if her voyeuristic enjoyment of them was another caressing presence in their unspooling fuck.

Ororo could feel her own white-haired cunt gradually becoming as soaked as Felicia’s was, her lust dripping down the vale between her buttocks as if illuminating a trail to where she so desperately needed to be touched. Her pussy was on fire and her clit begged to explode. She was mesmerized by the frenzied coupling going on in front of her, but her own yearning sex was quickly becoming impossible to ignore. She yearned to claim their bodies for her own pleasure now far more than she wanted to plumb the depths of their need for each other.