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As Cass got out of the taxi, it seemed like a small crowd formed just to watch her swing her shapely legs from the door—almost bare up to the hem of the little black dress Steph had helped her pick out, which lay along her upper thighs like a python beginning to squeeze. As she stood up, the cool air slid up her inner thighs and her breasts bounced with the movement, before settling into the embrace of her skimpy bra, its contours obvious inside the tight dress.

Cass looked at the group, a friendly expression on her pretty face, searching them for a sign of those she’d come to meet. Not finding them, she started walking down the sidewalk. She felt the weight of her small, but pert breasts as they bounced against her bra with every step. The fabric of her skirt slid over her swiveling hips with her swaying stride. 

She was a tall, thin woman, her slender legs made longer by the silk stockings and high heels she wore. The garters were just barely under the concealment of her skirt, and flashed with each step. The loose skirt started to cling to her at her waist; from there the dress was tight enough to nearly show the navel of her long, lean stomach. The dress stopped at her neck, leaving her arms bare, impressively muscled, with a series of scars that had faded enough to only be visible to close scrutiny. It had been a long time since someone had been good enough to truly mark her.

In contrast to the sleek body and martial condition of the exposed flesh, her face was open and pleasant, even cherubic, but for the dark lipstick and expertly applied eyeliner that gave her a sensual look. Her black hair was tied up in a bun, leaving the nape of her neck bare. The flesh there looked incredibly soft, the lack of a necklace only drawing attention to her long and elegant bearing. 

It was an incongruously contradictory assemblage: scars, beauty, and the odd innocence easily read in her large eyes. And it drew the eye. Cass could feel an army of eyes on her. Some looking with desire. Others, the ones who had spent enough time on the street to be wary of predators, warningly watched her for any sudden moves. In both cases, the interest was exhilarating. The force of the staring eyes wrapped around her legs and crept towards her crotch.

The Delton Bistro was a moderately popular dinery, well-reviewed but little discovered. It had taken little of her discretionary funds—the allowance all of Bruce’s ‘children’ received—to rent it out for an evening. She walked inside. A waiter, expecting her, took her inside to the dining area. As she gave him her order, she felt his gaze caressing her breasts.

He went to call her order through the opening that led to the kitchen, then leaned on the sink behind the counter and tried to provoke her interest with his eyes. There was a stool she sat on at the bar while she waited—by facing forward, she gave the waiter a view of her profile. But depending on how she wound the stool around, she could show him her front, her back. Rotating towards him, she crossed her legs. Her skirt fell up toward her waist, uncovering more of her silky thighs. Then she spun away again. She found it so interesting how interested people could be in her.

Her guests arrived shortly, and Cass went with them to their booth. Tim was very tall, slim and dark, with his business suit leaning towards pretension in how overdressed the teenager was. While Kon was, if not showy in his polo shirt and dark slacks, at least a little preppy. He made up for it with his especially handsome face, the profile chiseled, the chin square and heroic. 

Tim sat on the opposite side of the booth, while Kon sat beside her. She smiled at one, then the other. They smiled back, but both were shyer than she would’ve thought. They didn’t say anything at first, but after they ordered, Kon said “It’s weird we don’t hang out more.”

“How so?” Cass asked. Her English, as always, was halting, but she had become adept at leaping small phrases in a single bound. On the downside, her sentence came out a little clipped, and would’ve registered as one word if it weren’t for the keen attention the two boys were paying to her.

“Yeah, I’m friends with Tim, I’m friends with you, you’re friends with Tim… seems like we should’ve gotten together sooner.”

Tim nodded. Cass noticed that they were both moving their eyes up and down her body. Their eyes flashed at the sight, and their nostrils flared as they detected her perfume.

The waiter brought their food and set it down between them. They began to eat. It was comical to watch the boys trying to eat while looking at her. Tim was sticking his fork everywhere but in his mouth. Kon had to wipe his chin every few seconds.

Cass sipped her Coke and watched them. She wondered which of them would have the nerve to touch her leg. If neither did, she would have to be more aggressive. Kon was looking down into her lap, where her skirt pooled between her trim thighs, hanging down to touch her sex.

Cass dropped a hand into her lap and stroked her inner thighs. She could feel Kon’s temperature rise as he continued staring down at her lap. Tim was so transfixed by her rising and falling breasts that he hadn’t noticed her legs up on his seat. So she gave him a nudge. It was hard for her not to laugh at the way he jumped when he felt her foot tap his leg, but it had the desired effect. He put his hand on her leg and began running it from her sensitive ankle upwards.

“You look really nice tonight,” Kon said, not nearly as brash as he was used to.

“It’s nice to… dress up,” Cass replied. “I like looking good… for you.”

Both men colored. But only one of them had his hands on her. That had to change. When Kon reached down to extract his phone from his pocket and check it, she reached under the table and grabbed his arm. Dragged it down to her lap. She placed his hand right on the smooth skin below her sex and then she put her hand on his thigh.

It only took Kon about two seconds to find that she didn’t have any panties on. While Tim was stroking her leg, Kon was feeling her pussy. He didn’t even seem surprised to find that her sex was bare.

Cass grasped at the boy’s fingertip, touched to the pink opening of her passage. She was already wet and his finger slid right inside her. It hesitated inside, but that was fine. Her pussy clutched and massaged the digit, encouraging it to go deeper.

“You look nice too… Tim. And you… always look nice… Kon.” She wondered if they noticed that her pauses were more because of breathy excitement than a lack of mastery over the language.

Kon’s fingers slid back and forth over her inner lips. And then, slowly, he entered them—began fingering her for real. Cass’s body shook with lust as his fingertips went deeper and deeper inside her. Her slick arousal was soaking Kon’s hand as he probed further into her.

Tim could see that something was going on across the table. Unable to resist his curiosity, he peeked under the table. When he saw his friend’s hand between Cass’s legs, he was so shocked that he banged his head on the underside of the table.

“Cass! Kon! What the hell!?”

Kon pulled his hand away, no matter how Cass clenched her thighs. She groaned with frustration, not that either of them noticed.

“Sorry, man, she was just really into it—“

“Don’t say she was really into it! God!”

“Well, c’mon, you were giving her leg a rubdown.”

Tim looked chagrinned that Kon had noticed while he had only just now realized Cass was being fingered. “There’s a difference! And besides, Cass is my girlfriend!”

“No she’s not, she’s mine!”

“Bullshit!”

“Who was just fingering her!?”

“Who got invited to a… romantic… private… dinner…” Both of them turned to look at Cass. “With his best friend?”

“I’ve been sleeping with both of you,” Cass confirmed.

“With him?” both men shouted at once.

“I thought it was just third base!” Tim cried.

“I thought the leg was just a Bat thing!”

“No, I like having sex with both of you,” Cass nodded. 

“Cass, Jesus Christ…” Kon trailed off.

“You can’t think… it’s normal… I mean, with both of us?”

“You’ve been having sex with me and Stephanie—“ Cass reasoned.

Kon threw up his palm. “M’man!”

“I have not been having sex with Steph! I’ve been dating you!”

“Steph says you had sex,” Cass said. 

“Steph says she beat Deathstroke by poking him in his good eye!”

Cass nodded, seeing his point. “And Kon is… just big slut.”

“Whoa, whoa, I thought we had an arrangement!” Kon protested. “I can make out with lots of hot chicks and you can be a weird scary Goth person.”

Sensing that Kon wasn’t going to put his hand back, Cass instead started eating before her food could get cold. “I thought you were both fine with it. You never talk about… fucking me bareback? Coming on face?”

“No!” Tim nearly shrieked. “Wait, Kon fu—effed you bareback?”

“You came on her face?” Kon raised his palm again. “M—“

“Don’t,” Tim warned.

Cass swallowed. “I don’t see what the… big deal is. Tim, it did not… affect you one bit… what I was doing with Kon. Kon… didn’t affect you either. But now that you know… somehow that makes sex… less fun?”

“Yes!” Tim insisted. “I thought what we had was special!”

“Was special. Special with Kon too.”

“She’s got a point,” Kon said.

“No she doesn’t! Cass, this is like… like we got a new Batmobile, and you thought you’d get to be the first to drive in, but then after you got back, I said I drove it before you!”

“I would still want to drive it,” Cass said.

“Me too,” Kon said. He began to reach for his food.

“Don’t you dare!” Tim cried. He put his head in one hand. “Cass, why’d you even tell us? You have no idea how much happier I was not knowing.”

“You had to know.”

“Why? Are you and Kon getting married?”

“No. Had to know about each other… if you were both going to fuck me.”

“Both of us?” Tim asked.

“One in ass… one in pussy… I have room.”

“I’ve never fucked her in the ass before,” Kon said.

“Me neither.”

Cass may have only spoken English as a second language, but she was no dummy. “Whoever agrees first… can have my ass…”

“I’m in!” Kon said immediately.

“Horseshit!” Tim cried. “Kon, she’s been cheating on you!”

“I’ll get over it.”

“You can still fuck my pussy,” Cass assured Tim.

“I don’t want to fuck your pussy!” Tim spewed, exasperated.

Cass moved her hand to the bulge in Tim’s pants and felt the stiffness trapped in there. “Doesn’t feel that way.” She could feel the head of his manhood and the ridge that bordered it. Its warmth radiated through the cotton of his pants and into her fingers. Cass began opening his fly to free the prick trapped in there. 

“Ahh hell,” Tim said, helping her unzip his pants and pull the twitching rod out into the open. She stared down at his lap now with as much hunger as any of them. His giant cock was sticking above the level of the table, and to keep their game a secret from the guy behind the counter, she grabbed it and held it out of sight.

Cass had forgotten about Kon. Out of sight, out of mind, one might say. He had ducked under the table. When she felt another pair of hands on her crotch, she was reminded of him. 

Ordinarily, she wouldn’t have minded—the more fingers she took, the better she liked it. But she didn’t want to cause a commotion that would get them thrown out. She couldn’t wait that long.

“I’m going to the… ladies’ room,” she said. “You both join me… in a minute.”

“You’ll be done peeing by then?” Kon asked.

“You’re an idiot,” Tim said.

“Oh… oh!”

Cass slipped out of the booth, going over Kon’s lap to get by him. She felt a large, protrudent bulge beneath her buttocks as she did. As if outraged, Tim got out of the booth to stop her as she headed for the restroom, but his prick was still out and it waved in the air. He was quick to sit back down and hide himself. He zipped up. Cass guessed he and Kon weren’t sleeping together. No wonder they hadn’t thought she was sleeping with both of them. Apparently none of them sent the right signals.

The ladies’ room was small, but there was room enough for what she had in mind and she hadn’t seen any women on the waitstaff to interrupt them. That only left the boys to be a problem, and she hoped they wouldn’t be. What if they didn’t follow her directions? A minute was a lot of time to reconsider.

She had been in there for thirty seconds and they hadn’t come. Just as she was about to look out the door, Kon and Tim slipped through it, closing it quickly behind them. It was nice and snug with three people inside as she took both boys in her arms.

Kon pressed his bulge against her belly and kissed her hotly on the mouth. Their tongues came together between their parted lips. She felt hands on each of her breasts and the lust she had been feeling blossomed inside her. A hand touched her thigh and immediately slid up to her crotch, a finger entering her. As that finger wiggled around in her, another hand slipped to her groin; more fingers were touching her pussy, touching her.

They were both so eager, so unrestrained, the hiccup of finding out the truth utterly paved over by how delicious it was to have a lover that would take on both of them. In their hunger for her, she could barely tell them apart, what one was doing or where the other was. She felt her dress being unzipped, then pushed down her shoulders and torso, exposing her breasts to Tim’s mouth. While she was kissing Kon, Tim was kissing a tightening nipple. 

Cass backed up and leaned on the sink as her knees wobbled with passion, all her strength seemingly in the robust feelings of her cunt and breasts. Reaching down, she unzipped Kon and took his thick rod in her hand, running her fingers over it. As she played with the tool, it grew even larger and stiffer than before. She wondered if anything could be as hard as the erection of a young Superman.

Kon began moving his hips as if he were fucking her, and his cock moved in and out of her grasp. She didn’t want to waste his cum on a simple hand-job, so she moved her hand from the stem to the root and took his swinging balls in her firm grip.

Another hand joined the two already up her skirt, but this one came from behind. It caressed the muscles of her ass with a skillful touch before one finger pushed into the crevice and found her anus. Cass grew dizzy as the finger pressed into her asshole. The gorgeous feeling of being ravaged filled her body, more so than ever before. It reminded her of why she was dating both of them. She could never have been satisfied with just one.

The fingers in her cunt and ass seemed to feel everywhere inside her, stroking and stretching her insides. The boys had long, strong fingers and they knew exactly where to touch her. She gasped for breath as her body writhed almost involuntarily on her impalement. One of them had his thumb pressed on the bud of her clit and, as her hips twisted and humped, the thumb dug into the sensitive bundle of nerves, driving her into even wilder convulsions.

The muscles in her cunt were contracting on the fingers stuffed inside, tightening. Her asshole was doing the same. As she came, the boys had to hold her tightly to keep her from wiggling right out of their embrace. Cass could hear her own voice rising in a wail of passionate ecstasy. That was the only thing she was aware of besides the blinding rapture of climax. Kon was still kissing her, his lips sucking at her neck, and Tim was on the other side of her throat, surprisingly rough, teeth gnashing on the sensitive flesh seemingly just below her warlike exterior. It had never ever felt like this…

Tim and Kon kept up their fingering with undiminished energy until Cass’s body stopped vibrating. Her muscles melted into relaxed satisfaction and the two boys held her up between their hard bodies. Gradually, her head cleared and she regained her coordination.

As she came back to normal, she realized that she had been clenching her fist on Kon’s dick all throughout her orgasm. It had done nothing but increase his erection. Now she resumed her stroking. With her other hand, she unzipped Tim’s fly and fished his prick out to have a cock in each fist.

Cass turned her face to Tim and had barely even opened her lips before he was kissing her. He had a gentler way of kissing than his friend and the difference was the important thing. With two lovers, Cass found the pleasure was more than doubled when they were so very different.

Her breasts were crowded with squeezing, petting fingers as they let her cunt recover. Cass could smell the tart scent of her arousal on their hands, feel the wetness be ground into her body as they groped her. Her inner thighs felt warm with the juices slowly trickling down her legs. She would soon warm them even more.

The two pricks in her hands were getting a nice rubdown. Without halting the rhythmic squeezes and releases she was giving them, she led Tim around in front of her, while guiding Kon to her back. She pushed him back to the edge of the sink and, eager to see more of her, he lifted the hem of her skirt. She shook her ass invitingly. It didn’t take Kon long to figure out what she wanted, and he helped her by taking his hands from her tits and putting them on her ass. He spread the firm, smooth buttocks and Cass leaned back on his bloated cockhead. The knob touched its puckered target and, as she continued to lean back, the hole opened slightly and began swallowing his prick.

Tim had been thoughtful enough to lubricate her as he fingered her asshole.

It was a tight fit, but they finally managed to get that thick cannon stuffed into her asshole. Cass gave Kon a squeeze with her inner muscles to tell him that it felt fine. Kon put his hands back on her tits and kneaded them powerfully. Cass’s mouth was hanging open with mounting lust as she pulled Tim to her by his twitching cock. 

Leaning back against Kon, Cass positioned her hips to take Tim’s cock inside her wet pussy. Tim followed his cock as Cass brought it to the hungry lips of her sex, noticing her eyebrows were knit together with concentration as she mated his prick to the lips of her pussy. When his engorged cockhead was at the entrance, Cass reached out to him, and he shoved himself into her needing cunt.

The bulk of Kon’s cock in her ass made her cunt even tighter than usual, but there was room enough for Tim’s beautiful prick. When both cocks were comfortably placed inside her, she urged them to begin pumping. They thrust and withdrew their tools with awkward, jangly staccato, trying to get comfortable in the new position, while Cass was immediately on her way to heaven again.

The boys found their rhythm—first they were thrusting in unison, then they pumped in opposite directions. Tim plunged his cock up her pussy as Kon was drawing his prick from her ass, and as he thrust it back in, Tim was retreating.

Cass’s cunt was grabbing and stroking Tim’s cock with appreciation. His cock was very thick—one of the reasons Cass had tried to angle Kon into fucking her ass—and her pussy had to open wide to admit it. With the added tightness of the penetration behind her, the folds of her pussy seemed to be all around his shaft, gathering and flowing up and down with it, in waves of thrilling pleasure.

Kon’s prick in her ass was providing a fantastic counterpoint to Tim’s member. Her asshole was stretched to its furthest limit, her sphincter pulled taut. She took each attack of his cock with a combination of pain and pleasure, but the pleasure was the sweetest imaginable, and the pain made her realize how good the pleasure was.

Cass wrapped her arms around Tim’s neck and lifted her legs to his waist, taking him into a scissor-like grip. He held her up, and as he did, he reached behind her and spread her cheeks with either hand, then slammed her against Kon’s body. Kon stood resolute behind her, only undulating his hips in response to Tim guiding Cass’s body against his, while he concerned himself with pulling Cass’s head back, his right hand in her hair, his left on her breasts, his mouth on hers. 

Tim buried his face into the teat Kon wasn’t groping, biting and sucking it, and Cass found herself moaning from Tim’s ministrations into Kon’s mouth. She was twisted into a pretzel between them—she found one of her arms coming away from Tim and wrapping under Kon’s arm and around his body to hold him close. She was pulling them together and they were pushing into her, crushing her between them, fucking to deeper and deeper places inside her.

The cocks in her were bringing Cass to the dizzying heights of climax once again. Both of the young studs working on her were beginning to breath heavily and their pricks were moving in and out with greater speed and force. Cass knew that it wouldn’t be long before she would be pumped full of their hot seed.

With every stroke of their pricks, Cass closed in on her orgasm. Her chest heaved with the struggle to get the needed oxygen to bring her to the peak of orgiastic satisfaction. Tim and Kon were grunting with pangs of exhilaration. Cass was soon out of control in the jaws of lust. Again, her body writhed and twisted. Hot sweat ran down her back as hotter juices spilled down Tim’s shaft and over his swinging balls.

All three of them were groaning and panting, and in the confines of that little room, the noise was deafening. Sandwiched between her two lovers, Cass came. The world disappeared and everything was passion. If she could have died on the spot and kept that feeling throughout eternity, she gladly would have done so.

For about thirty priceless seconds, Cass was out of her mind with orgasm. When she began to come slowly back to earth, she felt the heat of the boys’ cum radiating inside her, filling her body with its soothing balm. The intense pleasure they were feeling gradually subsided and turned into a nice, relaxed calm.

They held onto each other while they caught their breaths. Tim’s cock fell from Cass’s pussy, but she had to pull her ass away from Kon to relieve herself of his limp and spent manhood. It hurt a little when his cock popped out, but that just jazzed her afterglow once more.

“Kon was right,” Cass said. “We should… hang out more.”