Last Day on Earth 3

“Oh yes, that feels incredible,” Dawn sighed. “I can’t believe your hands are so… warm!”

They had moved to the bed, though not in the way that Dick had imagined—his ‘imagination’ had grown enough to crash through the groin of his pajamas if he hadn’t taken them off. 

Dawn had submitted to Donna stripping her readily enough, but although individually she would’ve welcomed the attention of Dick and Donna… together, they overwhelmed her, bringing out Dawn’s nascent sense of propriety. 

For fear of totally derailing the night, Dick and Donna wordlessly agreed to slow everything way down. At least, for however slow things could be said to be going when all three of them were naked, their clothes scattered about the ground as recklessly as any orgy.

It was just that they didn’t force the sexuality that came with being nude; in fact, they restrained it as best they could. Dick was still touchy-feely with Dawn, but in the friendly way he’d always been, calming her and relaxing her into a state of comfort with their shared nudity. 

“Why don’t you lie down?” Dick asked her, petting his hand through her long blonde hair. “I’m going to give you a massage before we start.”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to,” Dawn quailed. “I know you probably don’t want to do something like that when…” she glanced at Donna, her friend’s naked body tall and statuesque, everything so perfectly proportioned that it was hard to believe Donna would ever return to wearing clothes. “When you can go back to what you were doing.”

“Dawn,” he said, “even just touching you would be worthwhile enough.”

That was how they ended up with Dawn on her belly, Dick sitting on the edge of the bed, and an open jar of almond oil on the nightstand. 

He rubbed the soothing oil into her back, relaxing the taut shoulder muscles until they were as soft and pliant as they could get, before going lower—kneading the luscious cheeks of her ass so that it felt like the warm oil was seeping into her all the way down to the bone.

Dawn squirmed about, nearly writhing, her cunt throbbing as Dick seemed to memorize every feel of her body. She just knew he was learning exactly how to please it. “Get in between, Dick. I want you to touch me there!”

And the more comfortable she grew with his hands on her, the more anxious she grew that she wasn’t feeling his prick instead. Dawn was dying to have it inside her. Instead, Dick poured some of the oil between her buttocks, thumbing them apart to dig his fingers into her innermost curves.

Dawn squealed, feeling the pad of his finger touch her anus, smearing the oil all around her pink grommet. Then Dick pushed his wet finger inside of her, as if staking a claim on her, telling Dawn that her most taboo place was his territory. Dawn’s only reaction was to moan, humping her wet sex on the mattress as though it were the third party in this ménage à trois. Not that the sight was wasted on Donna.

Watching, Donna felt so heady with her desire for both of them that she had to prop herself up against the wall. Her pussy was achingly aroused, her lust liquid, running down her thigh. Despite her own largesse in sharing Dick, a selfish, animal part of her wanted desperately to be in Dawn’s place, about to take the savage lunges of that thick member he sported. She remembered all too well how hard he’d fucked her the last time they’d been so lucky, and unlucky, as to face a crisis together, with neither of them having any lover, any recourse to going to bed with each other.

“Fuck me now, Dick!” Dawn gasped in excitement, unknowingly speaking for Donna as well. “Please, God, you’ve made me so hot!”

With lotion dripping from his fingertips, Dick ran his hands over the glistening folds of Dawn’s pussy. She cooed, eyes rolling back in her head, and bucked her hips, fucking herself on the gossamer feel of his oiled touch. 

Donna was tempted to reach between her thighs and give herself the same satisfaction, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough, knew for a fact it wouldn’t be the same as how amazingly Dick could make use of her body. Nothing would bring her release except for Dick, his big hard cock reaming out her needy pussy. At the moment, it seemed like it would be hours before she got to enjoy that. She watched the two lovers, both jealous and frustrated. And finally, determined.

It might not be kosher to steal Dick back from Dawn, but her Amazon honor had nothing to say about her taking Dawn from Dick.

She reached her decision just as Dawn decided she couldn’t take anymore, rolling onto her back to pull Dick down to her body. But Donna was there instead, coming down on top of Dawn in a series of kisses that made her forget all about Dick Grayson. 

Watching the two women devour each other, Dick hardly minded being forgotten. He scooted to the other side of the bed and stroked himself as he watched, knowing their attention would return to him before too long.

Donna rolled her and Dawn over so that the blonde was on top, then pulled her down to her breasts. Dawn obediently kissed Donna’s tits, nestling into their sweaty warmth, timidly extending her tongue with the knowledge that she was actually tasting another woman.

“That’s it,” Donna cooed, caressing Dawn’s hair as she wrapped her legs around the smaller woman. “Do what comes naturally, Dawn.”

Dawn kissed Donna’s breasts, licked her nipples. She cupped the succulent roundness of Donna’s ass, squeezing until her fingers sank into the juicy flesh. While her lips and tongue were irresistibly attracted to Donna’s cleavage, her hands ran over Donna’s body, sampling all of her physique until her fingers were finally drawn to Donna’s sex. Donna opened her legs wide, gasping for air as she felt Dawn delicately fingering her wet cunt.

“Eat me,” she moaned, raking her fingers through Dawn’s silvery hair, savoring its softness for a moment, then tangling it in her hands to pull Dawn down to her sex. “Put your tongue inside me.” She closed her eyes as Dawn eagerly obeyed, the wild sensations filtering up from where Dawn tasted her engulfing all of Donna’s awareness. “Slide it in and out of me… fuck me with your tongue!”

Dawn rubbed at herself while she tongued Donna’s opening, feeling Donna’s whole body throbbing, the pulse of it trembling into the bones of her jaw. Then Donna’s body stiffened with the orgasm that coursed through it.

“Now!” Donna crooned. The searing flames of her own rapture filled her; Donna abandoned all control to the exquisite feelings overtaking her body. “I’m coming right now!”

She barely heard Dick’s excited breathing rasp out of him as he stroked himself nearly to climax, holding back only with the assurance that getting either of these two beauties off would be far better than simply satisfying himself. 

Then Donna lay against the bed with Dawn hovering over her, running tiny kisses over her face as the blush burnt out of her pretty features. 

“I guess I did okay,” Dawn whispered.

Dick’s hands roved through her hair, brushing aside its argent lightness to kiss the back of her neck. Fingers and lips delved down all of her long, lean back, Dick kissing her spine as his hands caressed her shoulder blades, her flanks, the curves of her hips. 

His touch instantly reawakened Dawn to how aroused he had made her. She’d been distracted by the sheer sex appeal of Donna’s pleasure, stunned into a stupor by the knowledge that she’d actually made that goddess come, but now Dick pointedly reminded her of her own body’s needs. 

He finished off his retaking of Dawn’s body by kissing the base of her spine, then giving her pert ass a light smack as he came up off it. Dawn was practically vibrating with need by the time he stopped touching her.

“It’s your turn,” he said, and Dawn could’ve sworn she came a little, hearing Dick tell her that. 

She picked herself up off of Donna and laid down next to her, her slender legs stretched out behind her. “You were going to do Donna missionary, right?” she asked teasingly.

“Yeah,” Dick said, backing up to let Dawn get into her preferred position. He certainly wasn’t about to gainsay her preference, whatever it was. “How’d you know?”

“She seems like the type,” Dawn said, giving Donna a teasing smirk. However rigidly she’d carried herself before, she had loosened up enough now to give herself to Dick. She was so eager to do so that she almost resembled a junkie getting her fix. “How about we do something else, Dick? I don’t know about her, but I don’t feel like a missionary. I feel like a bitch in heat.”

And she got up on her hands and knees, her bare ass sticking out, her womanhood a mess of wetness, her lust trailing down her thighs. Giggling, she lowered herself onto her knees and spread her knees as wide as possible.

“Damn,” Donna observed. “When you cut loose, you really cut loose.”

“You’re the one who made it look so fun,” Dawn retorted. 

“Girls, girls, you’re both pretty,” Dick quipped, taking up position himself behind Dawn. “And tonight, you’re both mine.”