Black Cats

Felicia had only come to T’Challa’s place to see why he hadn’t joined her for their patrol. She hadn’t intended to fuck him or anything. So she had no reason to be jealous if she caught him with someone else.

She was just a bit startled to see a naked black woman on his couch, her body long and slender, her hair color impeccable, with T’Challa’s bare ass bucking between her thighs.

“Ororo!” she heard him panting. “You have the most wonderful cunt in the world!”

Ororo moaned in response. “And you have the only cock I’ve ever known to last so long. Perhaps it aspires to be worthy of me?”

“A wasted, but noble effort,” T’Challa replied as she cradled his body between her thighs, her hands rubbing and fondling over his muscular flesh.

Felicia stared in feverish fascination as Ororo closed her eyes, obviously relishing having his enormous cockhead pressing up inside her. She watched Ororo biting down on her quivering lower lip. Normally, she’d do the polite thing and leave them to it, but T’Challa had pretty much compared her cunt to Ororo’s. As the last point of comparison on his bedpost notches, she had the right to see this wonderful cunt in action. And get a better view.

Ororo’s bright blue eyes were near tears as she locked her long, limber legs behind T’Challa’s knees, forcing her swollen folds up to his cock. From the way her asshole was contracting, Felicia could tell that the inner muscles of her cunt were milking T’Challa’s cock from its deeply embedded tip to the base of it splitting open her lips.

Felicia began to warm as she watched T’Challa slowly pull himself out of Ororo until only the beaming cockhead was left, even that enough to make her nest of white pubic hairs gape open around it. Her choker felt tight, especially around her gulping breaths. Felicia’s eyes followed his cock as it slid into Ororo’s opening again, the woman’s pink cuntlips sucking inward with its passage, then grasping futilely at it as he withdrew it, seeming to pull out the hot cream that simmered from Ororo’s overly aroused pussy.

Reaching down the vee’d opening of her catsuit, Felicia dipped her fingers under her panties, already soaking wet, and rubbed at her swollen lips. She was surprised that even T’Challa could maintain such control with a woman as beautiful as that at the end of his dick.

Of course, after fucking me, it must be easy to resist her charms.

“By the Bright Lady!” Ororo squealed. “I can’t stand it! It’s too much for me, too much for anyone!”

T’Challa would thrust himself in deep for three slow strokes, then go even slower with three shallow thrust, then a deep, crawling penetration before he started to jackhammer Ororo with rapid, shallow thrusts, the volley never failing to bring Ororo to at least one climax. The change of speed and depth, the sudden assault on her tautly sensitized nerves, it was too much for Ororo to resist. The room was filled with the sounds of Ororo’s cunt, wetter and wetter, as it was packed full of T’Challa’s prick.

“You are a beauty of a man,” Ororo whispered, “with a beauty of a cock!” She covered his lips with her mouth, tongue tangling with his.

The sight of them together and the sound of Ororo’s continuous pleasure were adding fuel to Felicia’s fire. Her eyes roved over their conjoined bodies, both physically perfect, but they could never stray long from the sight of T’Challa’s massive balls slapping against Ororo’s soft, squirming ass.

Mewling softly into the king’s ear, Ororo pulled him tighter, until her smooth, full breasts could no longer bounce, they were locked so tightly against his chest, her erect nipples burning into it.

“Oh, my king,” she sobbed. “Please finish it! I can’t stand much more!”

She drew her knees up against her chest, making herself more vulnerable to his battering cock. He began pounding more violently into her body, shaking the gleaming sweat from her ripple flesh.

“That’s it!” Ororo cried. Her eyes were in the back of her sockets, and her voice shook with passion at every thrust. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

T’Challa was slamming himself into her cunt with reckless abandon, and Felicia could tell from Ororo’s spasming muscles that the orgasms she’d had before were nothing compared to what was rapidly approaching. Obsessed with the sight of his cock slamming into Ororo, Felicia wildly masturbated, one hand on her clit, the other in her pussy, her juices trailing down her legs.

“Give it to me, T’Challa!” Ororo shrieked, snaking her smooth legs tightly around his waist. “Fuck me to death!”

Her mind reeling with her own orgasmic anticipation, Felicia stared at T’Challa’s swollen member viciously entering Ororo’s cunt. With each violent thrust, Ororo’s ass juices splattered their thighs.

Frantically rubbing at herself, Felicia’s ears were filled with the sounds of the sofa springs squeaking under them, Ororo’s breath heavy as she absorbed his fucking, T’Challa’s tightly controlled. Felicia almost wanted to close her eyes so she could only hear Ororo’s moans, the wet slap of their flesh joining, even the slurp of Ororo’s cunt as it grasped at T’Challa’s stiffness.

“By the Goddess!” Ororo screamed as the pleasure became too much for even her. “I’m coming! Oh shit, I’m comiinnnnngg!”

With a final scream and lurch, the hysterical woman’s consciousness abandoned her to satiation. T’Challa’s cock slurped out of her defeated cunt, the sound weak and thin, and he rolled over onto his back. 

Felicia stared excitedly at his large, stiff member pointing straight up at the ceiling. Storm may have been a goddess, but he hadn’t sacrificed his load to her.

“Can I have a turn?” Felicia asked, stepping out of the shadows. “Or do you have a thing for coma patients?”