a superheroine story by Dangerguy
WARNING: This story is strictly fictional and is not intended to portray any real persons, living or dead, nor is it at all intended to encourage the type of activity portrayed here. It is not to be resold for profit. It is strictly a fantasy/parody, intended for the personal enjoyment of those who appreciate the superheroine in bondage/peril/sexual situations genre. The story depicts graphic sexual situations, including bondage, violence, and non-consensual sex, among a number of other nasty things. It is NOT intended, nor is it at all suitable, for minors. If you are under the age of 18, or if this type of thing offends you, you shouldn’t be reading it. Otherwise, carry on, and enjoy.
Three days later, Billy MacIntyre returned home from work alone. Both Candy and Angela were on sick leave; Candy because she'd been the victim of a mugging, or so their story went, the less-noticeably injured Angela because she'd caught the flu. The "mugging" also provided the explanation for the "family emergency" that had cut Billy's trip to Metropolis short.
Wayne Industries local branch was remarkably tolerant of Candy's and Billy's sometimes irregular work schedules. Unbeknownst to either of the two crime-fighters, their managers had each received instructions to be lenient with the two relatively new employees--instructions that came straight from the top.
Shortly after he'd returned home, Billy made supper for Candy and carried it on a tray into their bedroom, where she was still recuperating. The swelling around her eye had started to go down; the cuts, welts, and bruises would take longer to heal. Still, both crime-fighters knew, from hard experience, that they would eventually fade.
Candy smiled sweetly at Billy, pulling an ice-pack away from her black eye, when he set down the tray on her lap. "You're so good to me," she said as she looked at him admiringly.
"I love you," Billy said simply. He sat down on the bed beside her as she ate her supper.
"Well, I guess we have to look on the bright side," Candy said philosophically in between mouthfuls of food. "We survived. The Hells Angels in the entire state have been virtually wiped out. And the local Mafia has been...de-capo-tated." She glanced at Billy and giggled softly.
"Ouch!" Billy said, his usual half-smile tugging at one corner of his mouth, "Okay, if you're punning, you're definitely on the road to recovery."
"Slowly but surely," Candy said, and went back to eating. "Thanks to my hero," she added and nudged him affectionately with her elbow.
Billy looked at her in complete admiration. She was recovering--and not just physically. Her inner strength and resilience never ceased to amaze him. Oh, there had been tears, of course, copious amounts of them, shed by both lovers as Billy had tenderly held Candy's aching body and had soothed her to sleep. She'd needed his love, and his strength, to comfort her, and he expected there would be more bouts of emotion in the days ahead.
But now her own innate strength was resurfacing, and Billy knew it wouldn't be long before Candy was back at work--in both her jobs. She was amazing. How could he not love her? And, he thought guiltily, how could he even entertain the thought of being with another woman?
As if on cue, the two lovers heard a soft rapping upon their bedroom door. They knew who it was; Danny was out, as usual, with friends from school. Leaving only one other person in the house with them.
"Come on in, Ange," Candy said.
The dark-haired young woman opened the door and entered the room slowly, her discomfort and shame written upon her face and evident in her body language. She had barely said a word to anyone since the end of the ordeal; she'd shut herself in her room, only coming out to use the washroom or for the occasional meal.
In her typical selfless fashion, Candy was worried about her. Duster had endured and survived sexual violations before. Granted, Angela had as well, undergoing her own trial as a sexual slave in Mistress Winter's bordello. But Candy knew that her friend blamed herself for what had happened the preceding weekend. She had not pressed Angela for an explanation of what had led up to the horrific events; she wanted her friend to come clean of her own accord.
Angela's dark eyes were red from lack of sleep and weeping; soft bags had formed beneath them, and her olive complexion appeared paler than normal, making her lovely features unusually haggard. She wore a burgundy satin robe over a baggy black t-shirt and loose gray sweat pants. She approached the bed where the two lovers sat, but stared at the floor, unable to look her hosts and friends in the eye.
"I...uh...came to apologize," Angela said, so softly that Candy and Billy had to strain to hear her.
"What for?" Candy asked her softly, with no recrimination in her voice.
"For...everything." A tear spilled from Angela's eye, and she snuffled and reached up to wipe it away. "Everything that happened, everything they did to you, it was my fault..."
The girl burst into tears. Her hands flew up and covered her face as she sobbed miserably. Candy's heart went out to her. She reached out and took Angela's hand, gently pulling her down to sit on the edge of the bed. Candy glanced at Billy, silently signaling him to remove the nearly-empty food tray, and he obliged. Candy shifted her weight on the bed so she was closer to Angela and could place her hands on the weeping girl's heaving shoulders.
"It was not your fault, Angela," Candy said softly, but firmly. "You didn't hurt me, they did. Do not lose sight of who the true villains are, here."
"You don't understand..." Angela said, and then everything came spilling out of her. Simon's experiment. How she'd accidentally tampered with it. The telepathic powers it had given her, and how she had figured out how to control them, with Danny's help. Her decision to help Duster by becoming an information-gathering superheroine, and how it had all gone horribly wrong.
"I c-can read your thoughts right now,” Angela told them, embarrassed. "I try not to, but sometimes I can't help it, if there's too many, or if the feeling behind it is strong, or if I'm tired or weak."
"What am I thinking?" Candy asked her softly.
"You're thinking..." Angela said, looking up to meet Candy's gaze. Her face crumpled. "You're thinking how I'm your friend, and how you-you love me and how you w-want me to stay," Angela said as more tears spilled from her eyes. "But I can't. I can't l-let this happen again."
"It won't," Candy told her as she took Angela's hands and squeezed them. "You made a mistake. God knows I've made them. But what you do is, you learn from them and do your best not to make them again."
"I guess," Angela said, calming down a little, "But I can't stay. I...I don't want to cause any problems...between you two," she said, and glanced apologetically at Billy.
Billy's turquoise eyes opened wide as he stared at Angela. Then he looked away. She knows, he thought. Of course she knows. She's a telepath. Shit.
"Angie!" Candy exclaimed. "No, look, I told Billy about what happened with us. He knows about Ecstamex and what it can do, believe me. He knows it was the drug. Okay, yeah, I like you, and I'm a little bi, and I'm attracted to you. But he knows I would never..."
"Candy," Billy interrupted her. He was staring dejectedly at the top of the bed, near where he was sitting. "She's not talking about you," he said, his voice low. Candy turned to cast a puzzled look at him. Billy couldn't lift his eyes to meet her gaze. "She's talking about me."
There was a long pause, and all three young people were silent.
"What?" Candy finally said. "Billy, what are you talking...?”
"I'm attracted to her," Billy confessed. Candy fell silent. "I...care about her. And she's living here, and...Jesus Christ, this has got to be the worst fucking time to tell you this..."
"But...Billy, you're always so cold to her, I thought," Candy said, "well, I thought you couldn't stand her!"
"Defense mechanism," Billy said succinctly, his broad shoulders shrugging. "I pushed her away."
After another long pause, Candy spoke. "Has anything happened between you?" she asked softly.
"NO!" both Billy and Angela answered in unison. Billy kept talking. "No, nothing has, I..."
"Do you love her?" Candy asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her still-injured face seemed neutral, but Billy could see more than just physical pain etched upon it, and it cut him to the core.
"No," Billy said, glancing apologetically first at Angela, then at Candy. He took Candy's hand and caressed it. "Baby, I love you. That's why I've been so torn up over this. I couldn't stand the idea of hurting you, of cheating on you. So I've been a first-class asshole to you, Angela, because I didn't trust myself. And I'm sorry. It was the last thing you needed, after everything you've been through. I wanted..." Billy stopped, and sighed dejectedly.
"What?" Candy prompted him, her voice firm, but gentle. "Tell me what you wanted. I want to know, Billy. I need to know."
"I wanted...to comfort her. Like I comfort you." Billy winced. "Not...sexually. I just...I wanted to hold her, and stroke her hair and her back, and tell her everything would be okay. But I was scared it would...lead to something else." He glanced at Angela. "I'm sorry."
There was another long pause as the each of them sat, keeping their thoughts to themselves. Then Candy took a deep breath and spoke.
"Do it now," she said.
"What?" Billy responded, glancing at her in surprise.
"Do it now. Hold her. Comfort her. While I'm here." Candy glanced at Angela. "You need that, don't you? I've tried to provide it for you, but..." she smiled sheepishly and glanced back at Billy. "I gotta admit, there's something to be said for feeling a big, strapping man wrap his arms around you every now and then." She turned back to Angela, who was hesitating. "Go on. Deep down, it's why you came in here. I'll be here the whole time, nothing untoward is going to happen."
Angela glanced uncertainly at Candy and Billy. Then she took a deep breath and rose from the bed. She walked around to Billy's side and glanced anxiously at Candy, who nodded her encouragement.
Angela sat down on the bed. She looked into Billy's eyes. He was looking at her with such concern, such care--and here for over two months she'd thought he hated her, when he was just pushing her away to safeguard his relationship with Candy. Well, she couldn't blame him for that; Angela also thought Candy was pretty wonderful. But Billy wasn't chopped liver either, was he? No, she thought as she slid her body closer to his big, strong frame, he definitely wasn't.
Slowly, Angela lowered herself until she lay upon Billy's torso, her head on one of his shoulders, her hand on the other, her dark eyes staring into Candy's. She felt Billy slowly fold his strong arms about her, felt those big, protective arms wrap around her back, and she let out a huge, tremulous sigh. Angela curled her legs up towards her chest. She closed her eyes. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this safe, this protected.
"It's okay," Billy said softly into her ear. His hand was stroking her hair, ever so gently. "You're safe now. No one's going to hurt you, I won't let them..."
Angela's face suddenly crumpled, and tears poured from her eyes. A cry built in her throat, but by the time she let it out, it was a full-blown wail. Everything came back to her, not just the horrific gang-rapes, and watching her friend get violated and beaten, but also her entire ordeal at Mistress Winter's, the breaking of her spirit, the months spent defiling her body in empty, meaningless couplings with one man after another, until this amazing woman and this exceptional man came along, this man who reached inside her and pulled out the torture device in her womb, this man who set her free and now said he'd protect her, but he'd never be hers, because his heart belonged to the only other person in the world Angela loved as much as him...
Candy was weeping softly as her friend cried out her anguish. She reached out and stroked Angela's back, then gazed with love and admiration at her boyfriend. It had bothered her for so long, how Billy seemed so cold, even hostile, to her new friend. It was breaking Candy's heart. But she'd had it all wrong, completely wrong.
She actually felt relieved by his confession. So he was attracted to Angela. Well, so was she; the girl was lovely, and sweet, and so very vulnerable, but had an inner strength she didn't fully realize was there. And Candy trusted Billy, trusted him completely, and possibly trusted him more than he trusted himself. She raised her hand from Angela's back and reached out to caress Billy's face with the backs of her fingertips. She leaned forward and kissed him softly as Angela's crying jag subsided and the raven-haired girl lay, gradually calming herself, in Billy's arms.
Several minutes later, Angela rose from Billy's embrace. "Thanks," she said softly, then smiled. "I needed that." She laughed softly.
"I think I did too," Billy said to her as he sat up and crossed his legs. "I'm just sorry I wasn't there for you sooner, like Candy was."
"Better late than never," Candy said. She looked at Angela seriously. "Listen to me. You can't leave, not yet. That would be topping off one mistake with another."
"If...if you insist," Angela said, wiping the tears from her eyes and cheeks.
"I do. Look, Angela, you have these powers now," Candy went on. "What do you want to do with them?"
"I..." Angela said hesitantly. "I want to be like you guys. I want to help people."
"You're sure?" Candy said softly. "You've seen, first-hand, how dangerous it can be. It's no picnic, Ange," she reminded her friend, and herself; her voice broke a little as she said the words. Candy swallowed hard, but collected herself. She felt Billy's strong hand take hold of hers, and smiled at him wanly.
"Yes, I'm sure," Angela said, her face resolute. "I've been a victim for too long. I need to do this."
"That's what I was waiting to hear," Candy told her. The auburn-haired woman nodded seriously. "You need to be trained, Angela. If you want, we'll do that."
"Really?" Angela said, her dark eyes wide as she stared at her two friends, soon to be her two mentors, in turn.
"And you can stay with us as long as you like," Billy told her. "In fact, it'll be much better for your training if we're all living under the same roof." He glanced sheepishly at Candy. "I think I can control myself."
Angela bit her lower lip. "You guys...you're the best friends I've ever had," she said, fighting off another round of tears.
"We're more than that," Candy said, taking Angela's and Billy's hands in her own and holding them affectionately. "We're family."
Two and a half weeks later
Candy and Angela moved slowly, shifting their weight and gracefully moving their bodies while Billy watched. Candy's creamy skin and Angela's olive complexion were glowing with light sheens of sweat. Both women were breathing deeply, taking air into their lungs with sensual deliberation. They moved in unison, as if their toned, straining bodies were joined by some invisible bond. Both were aware of the tall, muscular young man's blue-green eyes, intensely studying their lithe forms as they moved.
The two women completed the Tai Chi step and began to shift into the next one. Billy stepped forward and spoke to Angela.
"That was good, but try to keep your forward foot flat on the ground during that move," he advised her.
"Okay," Angela said with a nod as she slowly shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
The trio was in the basement of the MacIntyre house, which Billy and Candy had converted into a workout area. All were dressed in exercise clothes--Candy in a hot pink spandex tank top and tight black shorts, Angela in a high-cut spandex one-piece with alternating navy and sky-blue stripes and black leg warmers. Angela had pulled her raven-black hair back from her face in a pony-tail, while Candy wore a white headband to keep her auburn locks out of her eyes. Billy wore a simple gray t-shirt with cut-off sleeves and black shorts upon his muscular frame.
Angela's training was progressing well. Rather than developing her power, Billy and Candy focused on teaching Angela martial arts. Had she been able to properly defend herself, the events three weeks prior may never have come to pass. That possibility was not lost on Angela, and learning Tai Chi, Aikido, and Kung Fu from the experienced crime-fighters was also boosting the young woman's confidence.
It was Saturday morning. Billy's teenaged brother Danny was, as usual, out with friends, no doubt hanging out at the nearby mall or skateboard park as was his custom. So the two superheroes and their apprentice had the house to themselves.
Billy closely watched the two young women move through the Tai Chi set. He cast a discerning eye at Angela, watching for areas of improvement he could point out, either now or at a later date--no sense overwhelming the girl. When he turned his eyes upon his lover, his attitude was less critical and more admiring. Candy had virtually perfected the Tai Chi routine ages ago, shortly after he'd taught it to her. Billy took a moment to study Candy, appreciating the grace with which her body moved through the set.
Candy had almost completely healed from the torment she had suffered, and her girl-next-door beauty had largely returned. The welts had mostly vanished, the cuts healed, the bruises faded. Only a delicate line of blue beneath her left eye offered any reminder as to the shiner she'd sported. Billy was glad it had nearly faded; even with the mugging cover story, having people see his girlfriend with a black eye had earned him a few suspicious looks at work. Fortunately, most of their co-workers knew what a rock-solid relationship they had, and how decent and gentle Billy was, so the suspicion had faded with the bruise that caused it, and been replaced by well-intentioned advice for them to sell the house and move out of that horrible, dangerous Telegraph Road neighborhood.
Of course they would not. The modest bungalow's location was too convenient, too close to the heart of High Plains City's criminal activity. Furthermore, Billy had grown up there; it was his neighborhood, his community, and he knew many decent people who lived around him, all struggling to get by in a part of town all the higher-ups seemed to have abandoned. Candy had shown a commitment to that same community before she'd even met Billy, fighting crime there in her guise as Duster, Mistress of the Winds. There they were, and there they would stay.
Candy and Angela finished the set. Each young woman formed a fist with her right hand and wrapped her left hand around it, then raised her entwined hands to her forehead and then bowed slowly. Then each girl straightened, pulled her hands apart, and lowered them to her sides with deliberate slowness. Both young women glanced at Billy once they were done.
"Good stuff," the resident Tai Chi expert told them, one corner of his mouth forming a charming half-smile. "You're really picking this up quickly, Angie," he complemented the raven-haired girl.
"Thanks," Angela responded, and held Billy's gaze a moment longer. She then dropped her eyes and turned away, grabbing a towel from the nearby weight bench to wipe the perspiration from her skin.
Billy watched Angela's nubile body as it turned away from him, his eyes gazing down in typical male fashion at her behind. Angela's finely-curved ass was practically naked; only the thong-like crotch of her spandex outfit provided anything resembling concealment. Billy caught himself and quickly shifted his gaze away. He looked at Candy, who was, to his chagrin, watching him closely. His girlfriend was smiling at him knowingly, one arched, auburn brow cocked. Billy rolled his eyes and sighed softly, and Candy cast a teasing look and smile in his direction.
"You guys," Angela, the nascent telepath, said in a lecturing tone as she turned towards them. "It's kind of hard for me to tune that out."
Billy coughed abashedly; Candy giggled softly.
"Sorry, Ange," Candy said with a smile. "He's just such a fucking Dudley Do-Right all the time, it's fun to have something on him for a change."
"HEY!" Billy objected as the two young women chuckled at his expense. "What the...? Dudley...? Fuck you!" he stammered.
Candy only laughed at his obvious indignation and discomfort; Angela was giggling as well.
"Oh, come on, you know you are!" Candy teased him. "If you were any more upright, you'd be a flagpole."
The two women continued to laugh, and Billy's eyes narrowed even as his lips curled into a smile. He opened his mouth for a retort, but thought better of it and kept his silence. His next glance at Candy, however, was heated and lusty. His smile vanished. Angela's telepathy couldn't screen out the powerful emotion that had suddenly arisen within the young man; her laughter caught in her throat. Candy didn't need telepathy to read the look in her lover's eyes. She also stopped laughing quickly.
The mood in the room had shifted with astonishing speed. The air suddenly seemed thicker, charged with energy. Billy tore his eyes from his beloved's voluptuous body, but the message had been sent and received. Candy glanced at the black shorts Billy wore; they were loose and comfortable, but even so, she could see the large bulge that had suddenly formed within them.
"Okay, note to self: references to poles not a good idea right now..." Candy joked quietly, but no one laughed.
She and Billy had not made love since the events in the warehouse three weeks before. It wasn't unusual; they'd been through this before, unfortunately. Candy first had to physically heal from the violations that had left her body, especially her erogenous zones, aching and raw; then the psychological scars had to fade as well. Billy, sensitive and loving as ever, didn't press things, giving her the time and space she needed to recover. He would let her come to him when she was ready.
Still, he loved her, and needed her. It wasn't simply lust that fired his emotions. Having his beloved raped scarred him as well. He needed proof, as did she, that the ordeal had not weakened their relationship, that their love and passion was as strong as ever. They both needed to re-forge the powerful bond that kept them together. So Billy had been waiting for Candy to initiate sex. He was a patient man, but his need was growing, and having another comely young woman around, whom he cared about deeply, didn't help matters.
"Whoa," Angela murmured, her telepathy ensuring that the powerful emotions surging between Candy and Billy hit her like a freight train. "I think I better leave you two alone..." she tossed her towel over one shoulder and took a step towards the stairs.
"Wait," Candy said, grabbing Angela's hand before she could take another step. "I don't think Billy wants you to go," she said in a husky undertone.
Candy stared at Billy, watching him closely. She saw his eyes widen slightly. He glanced nervously at Angela, then back at his girlfriend. Candy waited for him to say something to contradict her heavily-loaded statement, but he did not.
"What?!" Angela breathed. Candy turned to look at her. The girl's dark eyes were wide, staring at her in surprise. Candy watched as Angela stole a glance at Billy, then looked back at her. She made no move to leave, however, or to remove her hand from Candy's. And Billy had said nothing to contradict her.
"Look," Candy said softly, "I thought we'd dealt with this, but we haven't. I'm glad you two are friends now, but I still feel like everyone's walking on eggshells around here!" Candy said, frustration in her voice.
Both Angela and Billy looked away, embarrassed, knowing that Candy spoke the truth. Ever since they'd started training Angela two and a half weeks earlier, there had been several awkward moments between all of them. The physical training meant their bodies were in constant close proximity, and also that Candy and Billy both spend a good part of each day studying Angela's shapely frame. For her part, the telepath couldn't help but be aware of the desire that kept flaring up within her two friends and mentors. Even worse, it was a reflection of her own.
"We're adults," Candy said calmly. She turned and looked earnestly at her lover. "Billy, I trust you with my life and my heart. We have a bond that has been tested so often and so severely...we both know nothing, nothing, can break it." Candy then shifted her gaze to her friend. "Angela, you have, in a short time, become my closest and dearest friend. We've gone through hell together, twice, and survived. I know your heart, and it's a good one. You would never try to take Billy from me, and we all know you couldn't. But...I can choose to share him, with you. If we all want that, and I think we do."
The trio stood in silence for a moment, exchanging glances, thinking over what Candy was suggesting.
"Besides," Candy added, "I think after everything that's happened, we could all use a little fun!" Angela and Billy stared at her, wide-eyed, for a moment, then all three of them broke out laughing. "I mean, come on, people," Candy went on, chuckling, "let's just do it and get past it and move on, okay?"
Billy walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. He was smiling a little sheepishly as he kissed her lips. "You never cease to amaze me, you know that?"
"I know," Candy replied with a self-confidence that was only half-facetious. "Come on," she said, her voice husky and teasing as she wrapped her arms around him and cupped his firm, wonderfully fit male ass, "how often have you fantasized about this in the last three months?"
"More times than I'd care to admit," Billy replied in a low, urgent tone as he cast a heated glance at Angela. Candy laughed softly at his response, but felt her loins clench and her pussy tingle with excitement at the undisguised hunger in his voice.
"I knew it," Candy said with a naughty smile on her lips as she gave Billy's ass one last, rough squeeze and then broke the embrace. "Ladies first, though," she said as she turned from him.
Candy sauntered over to Angela, her hips swaying seductively, her firm, full breasts bouncing slightly within her tight tank top with each step. Both Billy and Angela were watching her avidly, their lust for the curvaceous beauty growing. Candy could feel her pussy growing warm and wet at the thought of what they were about to do.
Candy now stood in front of Angela. The dark-featured girl's eyes were locked on her own. Candy pressed her hands flat upon Angela's upper chest, just above her breasts, then slowly raised them to her shoulders, then her neck. She cradled Angela's head with her hands, then gently pulled the girl towards her.
Candy's lips parted and she closed her eyes. Her lips brushed against Angela's, feather-light. She could feel the heaviness of the dark-haired girl's breathing as her soft, satin-covered breasts rose and fell against Candy's own large globes. She pressed her lips against Angela's again, this time more ardently. Angela's thick, soft lips parted as she responded to the passion of Candy's kiss in kind. Angela's left hand slowly moved around Candy's slender waist and over her hip, coming to rest atop her round right buttock. Angela's right hand raised and pressed itself the side of Candy's left breast.
The kiss deepened as the two young women opened their mouths wide and pressed their lips together hungrily. Candy's tongue darted forward into Angela's mouth. The dark-haired girl responded with a high-pitched moan, and with a sudden swirling motion of her own tongue.
Candy broke the kiss suddenly, pulling her head back and giving Angela's lips one last teasing lick with her tongue. She smiled lustily at her friend, then turned to look with heavy-lidded eyes at her lover. He was watching them avidly; his powerful arms were crossed over his chest, but his turquoise eyes were heated and intense. Candy glanced down and could see the unmistakable bulge of his erection, his shorts proving utterly inadequate at hiding his arousal. A soft, low, lusty laugh escaped Candy's lips as she smiled at him. She turned back to Angela.
"And you?" she asked softly, staring intensely into her friend's dark, beautiful eyes. "How long have you wanted him? How long have you wanted me?"
Candy opened her mouth and held her lips tauntingly over Angela's as she spoke. She released the dark-haired beauty's head and lowered her hands until they rested atop Angela's large breasts, which were covered only by thin spandex and a sports bra beneath that. She could feel the girl's nipples, hard and excited and poking into her palms through the thin, soft fabric that covered them.
"I..." Angela began to say, her voice tremulous with excitement. She swallowed hard and went on. "Oh God. Since I first saw you. Both of you," she said, stealing a glance at Billy. "You...you saved me. You're so strong. So strong...and so sexy..." She squeezed Candy's breast and ass eagerly as she spoke.
"So are you..." Candy said softly.
She brushed her lips against Angela's, then pressed her thumbs inside the shoulder straps of the girl's exercise outfit. Slowly, Candy slid the straps over Angela's shoulders, then pushed the tight fabric down over the black sports bra covering Angela's breasts. She pulled Angela's arms through the straps, then pushed the outfit down over Angela's taut tummy to her waist. The fabric stretched as Candy pulled it over the womanly curve of the raven-haired beauty's hips. Down it went, past Angela's loins, which were naked; she wore no panties beneath the high-cut singlet. Her fine, round behind was revealed, and the soft, trimmed thatch of dark hairs at the apex of her thighs and the delicate pussy lips beneath them were exposed. Candy pushed Angela's outfit down over her thighs and the black leg-warmers covering her calves and shins. It fell to the floor, and Angela stepped out of it.
Candy then reached behind her girlfriend's back and undid the clasp of her sports bra. She pulled the straps forward, sliding the shoulder straps down and peeling the cups away to reveal Angela's large, firm breasts, almost as large as Candy's, topped by dark brown areola and nipples. Angela's mouth opened, and she exhaled audibly as she stood completely nude before her closest friend and that friend's lover. Candy reached behind Angela's head with one hand, took hold of the small elasticized band that held the dark-featured girl's hair in a pony-tail, and pulled it loose. Angela's raven-black hair, thick and luxurious, spread around her lovely face and across her naked back. Candy ran both hands through the dark, silky strands, arranging them over Angela's shoulders.
"So beautiful..." Candy whispered as her dark brown eyes drank in the sight of Angela's naked beauty.
She lowered her hands down over her girlfriend's arms to touch the front of Angela's thighs, then swept them around to caress her shapely behind. Candy's fingertips then traveled upwards, alongside Angela's curvaceous hips, her slender waist, and the sides of her full, enticing breasts. Candy cupped the twin mounds, then lowered her mouth to the peak of the right breast. She licked Angela's dark nipple, making the girl gasp. Then Candy pressed her mouth to the peak of Angela's breast. She sucked on the hardened nipple, then swirled her tongue around it. Angela inhaled loudly through clenched teeth in response.
Then Angela gave her head a shake. She placed her hands on Candy's shoulders and eased the auburn-haired beauty away from her breasts. Angela's dark eyes gave Candy's voluptuous, still-clothed body a lusty once-over.
"Your turn," Angela said huskily. Candy smiled her permission for the girl to continue.
Angela raised her hands, placed her fingertips on the white headband Candy wore, slid the strip of fabric off of Candy's head and tossed it aside. She then slid her hands down over Candy's creamy shoulders and breasts, making her friend inhale deeply. Angela's fingers found the bottom of the tight hot pink tank top that Candy wore, just beneath her breasts, and began to pull it upwards over her friend's white sports bra. Candy obligingly raised her arms to let Angela pull the tank top off of her before tossing it aside.
The raven-haired beauty lowered her hands and gaze to Candy's large, full breasts, still concealed within the white bra. Angela placed her hands over the large globes and gently squeezed them, eliciting a soft, appreciative moan from Candy. Her girlfriend reached behind her back, undid the clasp of the bra, and pulled the garment towards her. The bra peeled away from Candy's large, luscious breasts; the twin mounds jiggled enticingly as they were set free.
Angela knelt down, opened her mouth, and brushed the peak of Candy's right breast with her soft lips. Her tongue flicked gently over the pink nipple. Candy gasped. She felt Angela's hands on her tight black shorts, pulling both the shorts and her panties down together, over her ripe ass and past her thighs until they dropped, suckling on her breast the whole time. Once Candy's shorts and underwear hit the floor, she stepped out of them and kicked them away. She grasped Angela underneath her arms, pulled the girl up, and kissed her passionately. Their lips opened and slid over each other wetly as their tongues intertwined and both girls made moaning and smacking noises. Their breasts and loins pressed together, their toned bodies writhing ecstatically against one another.
Billy watched in captivated silence. He didn't want to say or do anything to break the erotic spell the two girls seemed to be under. He was incredibly aroused. His erect cock throbbed in his shorts, which suddenly felt far too tight for comfort. Billy adjusted his shorts as best he could and tried to keep his increasingly-labored breathing quiet so as not to disturb the two naked young women.
Candy broke the kiss, then raised her hands to Angela's shoulders. She gently pushed the dark-haired beauty around a quarter-turn until she faced Billy; Candy stepped behind her. As Angela stared at Billy, her dark eyes full of anxious excitement, Candy pressed her body against Angela's back. The auburn-haired young woman reached around her friend to cup and caress her breasts. Candy watched her lover's eyes fill with undisguised lust and smiled. She then lowered her right hand from Angela's breast. Her fingertips traced a path down over her friend's abdomen, which trembled with excitement at her touch. Down her hand went until it touched the soft, downy hairs above Angela's pussy. Candy's index and middle finger slid down between Angela's thighs. The girl took the hint and spread her legs slightly.
Candy's fingertips pressed into Angela's sex. Her labia were swollen with excitement, and her pussy sodden with lubricant. Candy found Angela's clitoris easily; the sensitive nub was engorged with blood and hard as a pebble. As soon as she touched it, Angela cried out with excitement.
"Aaaaahhhhhh..." the olive-skinned girl moaned as Candy began to rub her clit. She closed her eyes. Her head fell back and rested against Candy's shoulder. Her mouth went slack, hanging open as she gulped down breaths. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, and trembled on her chest.
"Look at her," Candy said huskily to her lover, her dark brown eyes staring intensely into his. "Isn't she beautiful?" She rubbed Angela's clit a little faster. The girl groaned hoarsely.
"Yes," Billy responded, his voice a rough whisper.
"Do you want her?" Candy asked him.
He hesitated just a moment before answering. "Yes," he said.
Candy smiled wickedly at him. She pressed her lips against Angela's ear. "You hear that?" she asked the raven-haired beauty in a taunting tone.
"Mm-hmmm..." Angela moaned. Her hips were rocking, rubbing her pussy against Candy's fingers.
"I think he's a little overdressed, don't you?" Candy said, her naughty smile broadening as she gave her handsome lover's muscular body a very intense once-over.
"I think you're right," Angela replied huskily.
Angela looked over her shoulder at Candy and gave her a brief but intensely erotic kiss. She then gently slid her girlfriend's hand from her loins, and the two women turned their gaze upon the young man watching them so intently. Candy stepped around from behind Angela to her side. Each woman placed one arm around the other's naked waist. They began to walk slowly towards Billy. They wore wicked grins on their thick, sensuous lips; their eyes were amused, but heated as well. They swayed their hips seductively as they approached him. Their full, natural breasts jiggled ever-so-slightly with each step.
Billy swallowed hard as the two beautiful young women moved toward him. His heart was pounding in his chest. Jesus H. Christ, do I have a great fucking life or WHAT? he thought as they drew near.
They came to a stop mere inches from him. The heat of their bodies mingled. Candy's eyes half-closed, and her luscious lips parted. Billy bent forward and kissed his girlfriend, their mouths open and their tongues dancing around one another. Candy broke the kiss and looked at Angela.
"Taste her," Candy said to Billy. "She's so delicious..." she added with a wicked grin.
Billy reached forward with his right hand and pressed it against Angela's soft cheek. He moved his fingertips over her mouth, caressing her lips. Angela's tongue darted out of her mouth and licked his fingers. Billy glanced over at Candy, who smiled and nodded her encouragement to him. Billy leaned forward and softly pressed his lips against Angela's. The dark-haired girl moaned into his mouth, then her arms raised and wrapped around his neck. Billy pressed his body forward, while Candy stepped in behind Angela and pressed her naked body against her friend's back, so they sandwiched the beautiful raven-haired girl between them. Their bodies were hot, their breathing rapid, their hearts pounding.
Billy pressed his tongue into Angela's mouth, and her tongue responded and swirled around his. He grunted with satisfaction and steadily-growing excitement. Then he broke the kiss. He looked over Angela's shoulder at Candy and leaned forward. His mouth caught his lover's, and she moaned softly as they slid and pressed their lips together. Candy's tongue flicked teasingly against his, then licked the roof of his mouth, his teeth, and his upper lip before they broke the kiss.
Angela bent her knees and began to lower herself. Her fingers caught the waistband of Billy's shorts, and she began to pull them down, mindful of his huge erection. Candy's fingers grabbed Billy's gray t-shirt and pushed it up over his hairy, muscular chest. She took a moment to lean down and swirl her tongue over one of his exposed nipples. She heard him draw air sharply through his teeth in response and laughed a low and raunchy chuckle. Candy then lifted the shirt up over Billy's raised, strong arms as Angela pulled his shorts down over his powerful legs.
Angela stood and took a good look at the well-built young man she and her friend had undressed. Billy MacIntyre stood just over six feet tall; he looked down at the two women, who were both over a half-foot shorter than he. His hair was as black as Angela's, but cut short and formed soft, loose curls atop his head. He had high cheekbones, was clean-shaven, and his lips were thick and sensual; Angela had wondered for nearly three months what it would feel like for those lips to kiss her. Now she knew. And she wanted more.
Angela slowly moved her gaze downward. Billy's shoulders were broad and strong; his chest was muscular and covered with short, soft black hairs. His arms were thick as bridge cables, and his abs formed a tight, luscious six-pack. He was a superhero, so of course he kept himself in top condition; but even before he'd acquired his ability to phase through solid matter, he'd been a football player and a martial-arts expert. He'd grown up in a tough neighborhood, so he'd learned how to handle himself. He moved with a deceptively casual grace; his lean body was powerful...dangerous.
Angela looked down to Billy's loins. His cock was erect, jutting out from a nest of dark pubic hairs and rising above his muscular thighs. It was large, but not obscenely so; his shaft was thick and long enough to satisfy a woman without causing her discomfort.
Angela wondered if Candy would allow Billy to use that formidable cock on her. She hoped so, eagerly, desperately. She may have been forced into prostitution for a year, but in all that time she'd not had a truly decent fuck from any of the pathetic, middle-aged johns who'd purchased her services. Most of them had been so cheap they'd opted for hand- and blow-jobs, while the few who had sprung for the full treatment had been brief--or brutal. But Angela knew, from the satisfied look Candy wore around the house most of the time, that Billy was a talented lover. The thought of Billy's large tool pumping away inside her made Angela's pussy gush juice onto the supple insides of her thighs.
"Don't you just love a hairy chest on a man?" Candy said into Angela's ear. One hand reached forward past Angela to openly caress Billy's chest.
"Mm-hmmm," Angela murmured as she glanced at Billy's broad, strong chest, with its powerful pectorals and washboard abs, and the short black hairs that populated the skin over them. She, too, reached out to run her fingers over Billy's naked torso. "Smooth-chested guys leave me clammy," she quipped, and the two young women giggled. Then Angela looked up onto Billy's intense turquoise eyes, and her laughter caught in her throat.
Billy smiled hungrily. He looked back into Angela's dark eyes, eyes that were such a dark brown they were almost black, and that seemed to be burning like twin coals. He leaned forward and kissed her again, deeply, then pressed his lips against her cheek, her ear, and down her throat, leaving her gasping with each hot kiss. Angela's head fell back as Billy bent down and moved his mouth over her chest towards her breasts. Her hands pressed against the back of his head, encouraging him. Her mouth opened wide when she felt his lips enclose the peak of her left breast. He suckled on the hard tip, then swirled his tongue around it.
"OHHH!! Yes..." Angela gasped. She smiled as she felt Candy pressing her lips against her ear, her girlfriend's breath tickling her eardrum. Candy's hands had dropped and were eagerly fondling Angela's ass.
Billy's mouth released Angela's left breast, only to fall upon the right one. He repeated his sensual ministrations to the mound's areola and nipple, making Angela gulp down breaths as her body shook with tremors of desire. His large, strong hands cupped one breast apiece and tenderly fondled each supple globe. Angela's head fell back against Candy's shoulder. Her auburn-haired girlfriend was now nibbling on her earlobe, then began to lick the side of her neck.
"Taste her," Candy murmured to Billy. "Go on..."
Angela felt Billy's mouth leave her breast. Then she felt his lips press against her upper abdomen. Her lower torso shuddered at the intimacy of the kiss, and with anticipation as to where he was heading. He kissed her tummy now, just above her navel, and Angela gasped. A tremor shook her abdominal muscles, and she heard Billy laugh, a low, lusty chuckle, at her obvious excitement. Candy blew in Angela's ear.
"Oooooooo..." Angela cooed with pleasure.
Her eyes flew open and she gasped suddenly as she felt Billy's tongue press into her navel. Her entire body quaked at the sensation. Behind her, Candy chuckled. She pressed her arms beneath Angela's and raised them to cup and fondle her girlfriend's heavy breasts. She delicately pinched the erect nipple at each breast's peak, making Angela inhale sharply through her teeth.
"Spread your legs for him," Candy whispered into Angela's ear, and the dark-haired girl obeyed. Her body positively quivered with anticipation.
Candy laughed softly. You think you're shaking NOW, she thought. Candy knew very well how skilled Billy could be with his lips and tongue; it gave her no small amount of pleasure to have him demonstrate his skill to someone else. She was essentially showing him off to her best friend, and she realized, with a small amount of surprise, that the idea delighted her.
Billy now knelt down in front of Angela as though worshipping her. His fingertips caressed the soft, silky skin of her inner thighs. A high-pitched moan escaped the olive-skinned beauty's lips. He took a deep breath and the heady scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. She smelled pungent and spicy, like rich peasant wine. His thumbs pressed gently against her swollen labia and deftly pulled her pussy lips apart. Angela inhaled sharply and then held her breath.
He leaned in close, his mouth almost touching her but not quite doing so. He exhaled a slow, warm breath through his mouth and onto her sensitive folds. Angela's body shook at the delicate sensation. Billy smiled and paused a moment. He glanced up at Candy, but his girlfriend was occupied with licking and biting Angela's shoulder. He looked at Angela's pussy. He studied its outer lips, puffy with arousal; he gazed upon the deep red inner folds, wet and glistening with desire; and he glanced at the tiny, hooded nub at the folds' peak. A flower more beautiful than a woman's pussy doesn't exist in nature, he thought with the sensibility more of an art lover than a scientist. Then he went to work.
Billy softly pressed his lips against Angela's sex and was rewarded with a loud gasp from the girl. He extended his tongue and slowly licked from the bottom of her slit to the top, barely penetrating the inner valley. He heard her moan. He moved his hands over her thighs and around until they cupped her curvaceous behind. He began to grope and fondle her ass, which made her upper body buck in response. He then pressed his tongue deeper into her vagina and flicked it back and forth.
"OH GOD!!" Angela exclaimed. One of her hands grabbed tight hold of the short, soft locks of hair at the back of Billy's head; the other hand reached behind her to roughly fondle Candy's behind.
Billy's tongue found Angela's clit, and it swirled around the sensitive bud. A high-pitched squeal erupted from Angela's throat. The tip of his tongue flicked back and forth over her clit. Angela began to breathe heavier now, her back arching and thrusting her breasts forward with each inhalation. She squeezed her eyes shut as her mouth dropped open to draw in air. She could feel her body begin the slow, delicious build towards orgasm.
Candy's hands rose from Angela's breasts to press against the back of her head; in the process, her arms raised Angela's until she held the raven-haired beauty helpless in a Full Nelson. Her hands turned Angela's face towards her own, and she pressed her lips against her girlfriend's. Angela moaned into Candy's mouth as their lips and tongues slid over one another with wet smacking noises.
"MMMMMMM!!!" Angela groaned loudly into Candy's open mouth as she felt Billy wrap his lips around her clit and suck on the super-sensitive little bud. He then flicked his tongue over it, and Angela's body bucked, her breasts bouncing on her chest. She broke her kiss with Candy and began to pant raggedly. It wouldn't be long now...
Billy skillfully increased the tempo and pressure of his oral stimulation of Angela's pussy. His tongue flicked rapidly over her clit, periodically taking a detour to lick her entire love channel from bottom to top. His lips alternately slid over her labia and latched onto her clitoris to suck the tender nub while his tongue continued to stroke it. His hands, pressed against Angela's ripe ass, could feel her muscles tightening and the sweat covering her skin.
"AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!" Angela panted rapidly, her body trembling helplessly in the grip of her two friends and her growing ecstasy. Candy had a tight grip on her long, black tresses and was passionately kissing and licking the girl's cheeks, ears, and neck.
"Mmmmmm..." Billy growled deeply into Angela's pussy as he continued to work it mercilessly. He could feel the olive-skinned beauty's love juices flowing out of her cunt and over his lips; he could taste her warm honey in his mouth before it ran down his throat. He could hear the girl panting loudly, her breathing racing to keep up with the pounding of her heart. Her body tensed. She was on the cusp, he knew, and only needed one little shove to push her over the edge.
Billy sucked Angela's clit into his mouth, between his lips. He then caught the sensitive bud with his teeth and gave it the gentlest of nibbles. As with Candy, the trick had the desired effect.
"OH MY GAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWDDDD!!!" Angela screamed as she came. Her entire body froze as she climaxed. Love honey gushed from her pussy and into Billy's waiting mouth. His tongue flicked over her clit and then he gave it another soft bite. "UUUUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHHH!!!" Angela groaned loudly as another orgasmic contraction rocked her nubile frame. Candy was squeezing her sweat-covered breasts, Billy fondling her trembling ass, and still he worked her pussy. "HHHHUUUUNNNGGHHH!!" she moaned as another wave of ecstasy crashed through her, leaving her gulping down air.
Her knees suddenly buckled, and her body collapsed. Had Candy not been holding her firmly in the wrestling lock, she would have fallen to the floor.
"Oh God...no more...stop..." she begged as Billy refused to leave her gushing pussy alone. "Please!" she whimpered, and Billy obliged with a soft, triumphant laugh, pulling his face from between her legs and reaching up to wipe her juices from his lips and chin.
"Mmmmm...was that good?" Candy asked her with a broad smile and a laugh.
"T-terrible..." Angela stammered, then giggled weakly. She leaned back against Candy's naked body, still too weak to stand on her own.
Billy stood up slowly, running his hands gently over Angela's thighs, stomach, and breasts. He looked into her dark eyes as her eyelids flickered dreamily over them, waiting patiently for her gaze to come into focus. She smiled weakly, and he leaned forward. Her eyes closed and her lips parted, and he kissed her deeply, his lips and tongue sharing the taste of her own arousal with her. She moaned softly as his tongue swirled around her languid one.
He then broke the kiss and gazed into Candy's dark brown eyes, which were bright with delight and arousal. Her eyes suddenly became heavy-lidded, and her lips parted. She leaned forward past Angela's lolling head, and Billy moved forward and kissed her. Her lips slid over his, her tongue swirling around his mouth as she seemed eager to taste what remained of Angela's love honey. Candy moaned softly at the pungent taste of another woman's arousal upon her lover's lips. The sensation was new to her, and incredibly exciting.
A few minutes later, Angela had recovered enough to stand on her own. The trio formed a tight triangle and took turns caressing and kissing one another, smiling and giggling the whole time.
"I don't know if you're both up for it," Candy finally remarked, "but I don't think we're done here."
"Oh, he looks up for it!" Angela said, glancing down pointedly at Billy's very prominent erection. The two young women giggled.
"You're the choreographer," Billy said to Candy, his voice amused but still heavy with lust. "What do you want to do?"
Candy smiled at him, and her dark eyes flashed not just with lust, but with affection. Even with her offering him such an obvious gift, he still made it clear that he would follow her lead, would go no further than any limits she wanted to set. How could she not love him? And how could she refuse him anything? Candy glanced down at Angela's naked, eager body, and the lust returned to her eyes.
Candy broke their three-way embrace. Then she walked over to the weight bench, which was only a couple of feet behind Billy. She quickly adjusted the bench so two-thirds of it was elevated at a 45-degree angle. She straddled the bench and sat down upon the flat portion, her back pressed against the elevated pad. Candy spread her legs apart, revealing her neatly-trimmed brown muff and wet pussy lips. She looked at Angela with anticipation.
"Assuming you know how, and don't mind...?" Candy said gently to her girlfriend.
"I do, and I don't," Angela said with a smile. She walked over to where Candy lay and lowered herself to her knees. She then leaned forward between Candy's legs and placed her forearms on the tops of her friend's thighs. Angela closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of Candy's arousal as if sniffing a glass of fine wine. "Mmmmm...you smell good..."
Candy smiled, and her body shivered a little in anticipation. She glanced over at Billy, then pointedly looked at Angela's ripe, round ass, which was elevated invitingly.
Billy's thick, dark eyebrows rose slightly, as if asking a silent question. Are you sure?
Candy nodded her head and smiled lustily. Oh yeah...
"Oh," she suddenly said, "but first..." Candy pointed over to a small utility cabinet by the stairs. Billy walked over to it, his large cock bouncing with each step. He reached into the cabinet and pulled out a condom package. "Safety first, big guy," Candy said with a teasing smile as Billy walked towards the two prone women.
"You guys keep condoms in your work-out room?!" Angela asked, incredulous but amused.
Candy shrugged. "Hey, sometimes getting physical leads to...getting physical." She laughed softly.
"Case in point," Angela said, then glanced at Billy, who was standing behind her. He had removed the condom from its foil packaging and was just about to roll it down over his hard cock. "Let me," Angela said.
Still on her knees, she turned around and took the condom from Billy's hand. She looked at Billy's large, hard cock, then glanced up at him and winked. Billy's brow furrowed slightly. Then Angela opened her mouth and leaned forward. She took Billy into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat until she nearly gagged. Then she pulled off of him slowly, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her lips softly sucking on it as she coated it with a film of her warm saliva. She felt Billy's large, powerful body shudder and inhale sharply in response to her actions; her demonstration of her own power brought a smile to her lips as she released his cock from them.
"That will make it slide on easier," she told him in a husky tone. She then gently placed the condom over the tip of his cock and proved it. "Trust me, I'm a professional," she joked.
"Okay..." Billy murmured roughly as her fingers eased the condom over his long, thick, sensitive shaft.
"I'm gonna have to remember that trick, huh, lover?" Candy said with amusement from where she lay on the weight bench, her arms raised, her hands intertwined behind her head. Billy's only response was a hoarse cough and a hard swallow, which made the two women giggle. Candy kept smiling. It was the first time she'd ever heard Angela crack a joke about her ordeal in Mistress Winter's brothel. She took it was a good sign.
They then resumed their positions. Angela bent down in front of Candy, her forearms leaning on auburn-haired beauty's thighs, until her lips pressed against Candy's welcoming pussy. The creamy-skinned heroine's eyes closed and her mouth dropped open as she felt her girlfriend's warm lips on her cunt. Angela also spread her legs wide and raised her ass, eagerly anticipating the pleasure of feeling Billy's cock filling her slick love channel.
Angela licked Candy's swollen labia, making her friend groan softly. Then she felt Billy's large, strong hands on her hips, and her own body trembled with excitement. She buried her face deep in Candy's vagina and was rewarded with a sharp gasp from the fair-skinned girl. Angela then moaned as she felt Billy's cock pressing against her pussy, then gently moving inside her.
Billy could feel Angela's prone body trembling as he entered her. He took his time. She was still warm and wet from the cunnilingus he had performed on her. She felt incredible. His brow furrowed and his mouth dropped open from the powerful sensation of simply entering her. He remained in place once his cock filled Angela's pussy and his loins pressed against her ass as he reached their mutual limit. Angela moaned, the sound muffled by Candy's pussy. Candy herself then gave a high, sharp moan as her girlfriend worked her slit.
The sound made Billy open his eyes to look at his lover. Her head of tousled, auburn locks framed her lovely face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slack with ecstasy. One of her hands was groping one of her large breasts, while the other held a handful of Angela's raven-dark tresses, pressing the girl's face tight into her pussy. Suddenly Candy drew a sharp, deep breath as Angela performed some particularly effective trick with her lips and tongue. Candy's head turned quickly from one side to the other, her reddish-brown hair tossing about her face. Her tongue darted out to lick her upper, bow-shaped lip. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts upward.
Though Billy was inside another woman, though he was about to fuck another girl, he was filled with adoration for his lover. That she would trust him enough to do this, that she was generous enough to share him with another...well, it became another item in the long list of things about her that amazed him. He took a deep breath. Then he smiled wickedly. Then again, maybe she's just horny and twisted. I can live with that...
His animal lust rose, displacing his momentary lapse into tender mushiness. He pulled his hips back, drawing his cock out of Angela's tight hole. He then thrust back into her, making the girl jump. As Angela's mouth jostled against Candy's pussy, the auburn-haired girl's eyes flew open. She stared at her lover in surprise, and could see the hot, powerful hunger in his blue-green eyes. He drew back his loins, and then, as Candy watched, he began to slam his hips repeatedly against Angela's backside. The prone girl's body rocked back and forth with each thrust while Billy's large hands gripped her slender hips tightly.
"UMF! UMF! UMF! UMF!" Angela grunted into Candy's pussy.
Candy watched with growing rapture as the man she loved fucked another woman. She didn't feel jealous at all. Though his pounding thrusts made Angela's cunnilingus decidedly less skillful, Candy could indirectly feel each plunge of his cock into Angela's pussy in her own cunt. It turned her on. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Billy's, couldn't look away from the raw lust she saw in them. Angela's mouth repeatedly mashed against her pussy. It was as if Billy was trying to fuck Candy through Angela. Candy bit her bottom lip as she continued to lock eyes with her lover. She pressed both hands against her breasts, cupping and lifting them as if offering them to him. He eyed her self-stimulation lustily as sweat ran down his face.
"HRRRRRMMMMM..." Candy groaned as the pleasure built in her loins.
"Oh Angie...your pussy feels so good!" Billy growled, still staring at Candy as if daring her to be offended by how much he was enjoying the other girl. She wasn't offended at all, just incredibly aroused. His chest hairs were plastered against his skin by sweat now, and his stomach muscles were clenched in a tight six-pack as he repeatedly slammed his hips against Angela's ass. The basement was filled with the sound of sex, of hot, wet skin slapping against skin.
Was it the danger, Candy wondered momentarily? Was it putting their lives at risk every night that gave her and Billy such a powerful lust for life...and one another? Then a pre-orgasmic contraction shook her voluptuous frame, and all thought fled her mind.
"OHHHHHHHH!!!" Candy moaned. Her eyes opened wide, shocked but pleased by her own arousal. "Oh my God..." she whimpered, "...so close...Angie...I need more..."
Angela gave up on licking Candy's pussy. Billy's thrusts were too hard and powerful for her to properly administer cunnilingus. Instead she took one hand and thrust two fingers into Candy's pussy while her thumb pressed against her girlfriend's clit. Candy responded by gulping down a rasping breath and closing her eyes tight. Angela rubbed her thumb rapidly over Candy's sensitive clit, occasionally leaning forward to give the tender bud a quick lick if the timing of one of Billy's thrusts allowed her. Her own body was covered with sweat, and she felt terribly aroused by Billy's powerful thrusts and by Candy's excitement as well.
Suddenly, Billy bent forward. One of his hands reached around Angela to grasp one of her breasts. The other reached around her hip to press between her legs, against her clit. Angela's dark eyes opened wide and she gasped. Billy's fingers had found her clit and began to rub it rapidly, while he continued thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. She moaned harshly. She was so aroused...she was going to cum again!
Candy saw what Billy was doing, saw Angela's excitement skyrocket in response, and it sent her own pleasure spiraling out of control. Angela's hand continued to rub her clit, and Candy felt the orgasm building inside her. She reached up over her shoulders and tightly grasped the upright steel poles at the back of the weight bench.
"OH GOD...YES...YES!!" Candy cried out, then could speak no more as her lungs struggled to supply her overheated body with oxygen and the only sound she could make were a series of rapid, ragged pants.
"UH!! UH!! UH!! UH!! UH!!" Angela grunted as Billy continued to fuck her, and work her clit, and grope her sensitive breasts. "OH GOD...I'M GONNA CUM..."
"HUH!! HUH!! HUH!! HUH!!" Billy grunted as he pounded his hips against Angela's ass. He could sense both women were approaching orgasm, as was he. The pressure was building, he couldn't hold out much longer...
"OH...GOD..." Candy groaned as her face tightened and every muscle in her body tensed. "BILLY...I...LOVE YOU...nnnnnNNNUUUNNGGGHHHH!!!" she moaned hoarsely as she came. She gulped down several breaths, making her breasts bounce, as her eyes, though unseeing, opened wide and more orgasmic waves crashed over her. "URRRRRRMMMM!!!" she cried as she arched her back. Love honey spewed from her pussy onto Angela's face and hands.
"LOVE...YOU TOO...OH GOD..." Billy grunted back to his lover, then lost control. His handsome face furrowed, his teeth locked in a tight grimace. "I...UUNNNHHHHHHH!!! OH GOD!! OH GOD!!" As he climaxed, he squeezed Angela's breast and continued to rub her clit. "UNNNGGHHH!!"
The sound and sensation of her two friends climaxing pushed Angela over the edge as well. "I'M...CUMMING...I'M...OH GAAAWWWWWDDDD!!!" Her back arched violently, thrusting her breast out of Billy's grip, her torso forming a shallow U. "AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!"
The basement filled with the sound of the trio moaning, gasping, and gulping down air as they slid down the denouement of their three-way orgasm. They froze in position, all of them breathing heavily, their naked bodies covered with sweat. They couldn't speak, couldn't even think--their orgasms had been too powerful, too devastating.
After several minutes had gone by, Billy pulled his cock out of Angela's pussy, making both of them shudder. Angela shakily sat back on her haunches. Candy simply lay on the weight bench, her naked legs splayed out on either side of the padded seat, her arms hanging limply from her shoulders. Billy staggered to his feet. After a moment, he reached down and gingerly pulled the spent condom from his still-hard cock. He tossed the spent prophylactic onto the towel he'd brought down for the workout, then realized he need the towel to wipe himself off.
"No, wait, lover," Candy said with a licentious grin. "Let me." She slowly pushed herself off of the weight bench and, moving on her knees, shuffled over to Billy. Candy took him in her mouth, tenderly licking the cum from his cock. All the while, Angela watched avidly, a salacious grin on her lips. Billy could only stand there, gasping and shuddering as his girlfriend licked and sucked him clean.
"How was that?" Angela asked when Candy released Billy's cock.
"A little rubbery," she replied, "but still good to the last drop." The two girls laughed as Billy helped Candy rise to her feet. The auburn-haired beauty looked down at her sweat-drenched, voluptuous body. "I think I need a shower."
"We all do," Billy said, smiling with spent satisfaction.
The three of them smiled, but also looked at one another a little uncertainly. The question was foremost in their minds, but none of them felt up to asking or addressing it at that moment: were they going to do this again?
Candy simply smiled adoringly at her friends--her lovers. Whatever hell she'd been through, she'd survived yet again. Her enemies had tried to put her in a cage of humiliation and despair, but with the help those she loved, she had broken free. She had reasserted her power to enjoy her own sexuality and her right to choose her own partners. She felt as though she had now truly put her most recent ordeal behind her. Living well is the best revenge, Candy told herself. And we're certainly doing that, aren't we?
"Come on," she said. "They finished fixing our bathroom last night, and it's time we gave it a trial run. I think there's just enough room in the shower for the three of us..."
of Duster: The Cage
but the Mistress of the Winds will return in...
Duster: Enslaved
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