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The next day, Courtney took Yolanda on a shopping trip. She wanted to show Yolanda how truly sorry she was and that things would be different now that she’d sorted out her relationship with her mother. They collected shopping bags: shoes, tops, skirts, jeans. Until finally, Yolanda marched confidently into the mall’s Victoria’s Secret.

Courtney reluctantly followed behind, biting her lip as Yolanda sized up a mannequin, then picked up a merry widow at its feet. She turned to Courtney, holding the lingerie over her own body.

“What do you think?”

“I’m sure it’d look great,” Courtney said, looking around to see if anyone had noticed them more than she was looking at Yolanda. “Don’t people do this online?”

“Not me. I want to know if it fits.” Yolanda tossed the lingerie to Courtney. “So try it on.”

“Me?” Courtney squeaked.

“You wanna make it up to me for being such a bad girlfriend, right?”

Courtney pouted. “I wasn’t a bad girlfriend, I just—temporarily couldn’t be a good girlfriend.”

Yolanda crossed her arms, a smug look on her face. “Think you can manage to temporarily show me how you look in that?”

“I… you don’t think…”

“I want something that’s just for me,” Yolanda announced, her voice as quiet as it was deathly serious. “I may have to share your ass with… her. But that’s just for me. Isn’t it?”

Courtney dropped her eyes. “Yes, Yolanda. I won’t wear it for anyone else.”

“And you’ll wear it for me now,” Yolanda said firmly, but as commanding as her voice was, it still trembled with excitement. “You’ll put it on for me right now, won’t you?”

Courtney had to admit, her heart started to race. She loved knowing how much Yolanda wanted her, even if it was practically in public, wearing such a slutty outfit that it made her skimpy Stargirl costume look like a nun’s habit.

“If you want me to,” she lilted, cheerily tossing her hair.

Yolanda slapped her ass. “I want you to,” she husked, and Courtney went quickly to the changing room.

There, she opened her dress for Yolanda. Her girlfriend watched her pull the top of it down around her waist, eyes drinking in the sight of her low-cut bra, snugly holding in her breasts. Courtney preened for a moment, drawing out her disrobing, showing plenty of her half-dressed body to Yolanda. As domineering as she was, Yolanda didn’t make her hurry up.

“You think I have a nice body, don’t you?” Courtney lowered her voice, trying to keep some innocence in it even as it became breathy as a gasp. “It’s not just that I’m a good fuck… I know my mom really loves how I moan and I come… but she likes the way I look too. She tells me how pretty I am…”

“I tell you how pretty you are,” Yolanda interrupted, affronted. “How many times, on this trip, have I said that I can’t wait to get you home and fuck you?”

“It’s not the same thing.” Courtney grinned as she stepped out of her dress. Yolanda’s eyes fastened onto the groin of her skimpy little panties, where the cotton was almost skintight except for the tiny mound of her pubic curls, enticingly hiding the shape of her mons.

“Si, it is,” Yolanda said. “I want to fuck you so much because you’re so pretty. Dio, Court, that body… you think you don’t have a lovely body? That I just want to do you because I’m a nymphomaniac?”

“Maybe,” Courtney teased. “Sometimes you really seem like a nymphomaniac…”

“Yeah. Like now,” Yolanda nodded. “Take off the underwear. I want to see how the lingerie looks on you with nothing underneath.”

Courtney’s eyes raked over Yolanda’s body. She licked her lips, seeing Yolanda’s groin slightly, almost imperceptibly pumping back and forth, as if she were trying to generate friction between her slit and her panties, or was already acting out how she was going to fuck Courtney the next time she was strapped in.

“Fuck,” Yolanda breathed, seeing Courtney unhook her bra. Courtney didn’t tease at all; she simply took it off. Yolanda keened at the sight of her naked breasts. “You cannot think you’re not pretty… you just can’t…”

“You’re right. I don’t,” Courtney said easily, dropping her bra. She reached for the waistband of her panties. “But then, I am pretty confident. I’m a superhero after all.”

“Jesus Christ,” Yolanda panted. “You’re a sin, that’s what you are. A walking temptation. You’re going to drag me straight down to hell.”

“It’ll be a fun ride,” Courtney cooed, pushing her panties down. She heard Yolanda gasp, then stepped out of her fallen panties, naked except for her garter belt and stockings.

She had wanted to wear something pretty for Yolanda, but it seemed she’d just whetted her nympho friend’s appetite. Yolanda wanted more, wanted to see her in lingerie or nothing at all. Well, Courtney still wanted to look good for her. After all, Yolanda looked fucking great to her—especially when she dressed as Wildcat. Courtney loved her mommy, came like crazy when Barbara fucked her, but she thought she might have a sort of fetish for her and Yolanda being two fucking superheroes.

Of course, the fact that she was fucking her mother at all was probably some kind of kink. Maybe she was the nymphomaniac. No, nymphos wanted sex no matter what, anything they could get. Courtney had been fucked by Yolanda and Barbara; she didn’t want anything else. They were the best.

Wanting to let Yolanda see everything—and a little curious about how far she could push her girlfriend—Courtney turned around and let Yolanda admire her beautifully rounded ass. She could tell by Yolanda’s labored breathing that she appreciated the sight. Yolanda’s lust for her turned Courtney on, made flickers of her own desire stir inside her pussy.

She finished her circuit and walked over to Yolanda, carrying herself gracefully to better showcase her deliciously sculpted body. She took the merry widow from Yolanda, then casually stepped into it, pulling it up over her body as if she were alone. The top of it was slender and she had a hard time fitting her chest into it, but she finally managed to hide her nipples under the hem. Above, a beautiful expanse of luscious white cleavage showed. Courtney wished she had a little more cup size to show off, but she knew that her blessings had mostly fallen to the fat ass that every lover she’d ever been with seemed to delight in.

“How do I look?” Courtney teased, spinning around to give Yolanda the full effect, then marching around to show herself to Yolanda in motion. “Oh, I should put these somewhere so they don’t get lost.”

Then, with her back turned to Yolanda, she bent over to pick up her bra and panties. In doing so, her lovely ass thrust out, the cheeks perfectly round on either side of the thong bottom.

Staring, Yolanda felt her cunt throbbing like she was about to come in her pants.

When she turned back to face Yolanda, Courtney saw that she was unzipping her fly, working her way out of her pants. Yolanda’s eyes told her in no uncertain terms that she was through waiting. She meant to have Courtney right then and there.

Courtney pulled her lingerie down under her pert breasts, then pushed it down to her hips. She kept going until she could step out of it, leaving herself bare except for her stockings. Yolanda rushed towards her then, bottomless herself, but Courtney stopped her with an outstretched hand.

“No. Take it all off,” she said. “I don’t want even a stitch getting between me and that luscious skin.”

Yolanda actually growled as she peeled off her shirt and undid her bra, but she willingly did it. She was too hot to even think of dominating Courtney. She didn’t want submission, she just wanted to fuck, and so she tore off her clothes like she wanted to destroy them for all time.

Courtney sat down on the changing room’s bench, her knees far apart, her hotly tingling sex ready for Yolanda’s use. “Now taste how wet I am… my pretty little cunt… it’s nice and juicy. When we get home, you can fuck it. God, don’t you think it’ll feel amazing to get your strap-on after I’ve had a nice ride on your tongue?”

“Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I didn’t wear my strap-on underneath. I was worried about some fucking mall cop thinking I was shoplifting and then finding it in my purse or something… I should’ve just brought it. I don’t care who knows I’m fucking that ass. Who could blame me?”

Courtney reached down to her groin and played with herself, parting the lips of her hot pussy, making one finger slippery with her juices before she rubbed it against her hard little clit. Yolanda was naked now, and she fell onto all fours, padding toward Courtney like a dog in heat.

“Don’t you like eating pussy?” Courtney purred.

“Sure. The same as I like feeling you up and kissing and fucking that little pussy. But that ass of yours… it’s ruined me, Court. However much I like your tits, that pretty face, even that cute little belly button… nothing gets me hot like the thought of ass-fucking you.”

Yolanda moved in for the kill, but Courtney shut her legs, her knees slapping shut right in front of Yolanda’s face. Yolanda growled and half-teasingly bit at Courtney’s knee.

“That’s funny,” Courtney told her. “Because I love eating your pussy. I really like it. When I push my tongue into your slit and it’s like there’s this whole swimming pool of delicious cream inside you… it’s heaven.”

Yolanda moaned and pulled Courtney’s legs open, rubbing her face against the inside of Courtney’s thigh as she approached her cunt slowly now, like she was moving in on a skittish deer. “How about when you suck my cock? Do you like the new one—all that rich, hot cream that comes out of it and goes right down your throat?”

Courtney whimpered a little, eyes shutting, nodding her little head. “Yeah, I really like that. You know what’s really sick? I kinda like it more when you’ve just finished fucking me in the ass.”

“Yeah?” Yolanda cooed, kissing at the corded muscle of Courtney’s upper thigh. Her hand slapped down on the firm flesh of Courtney’s other leg, groping with her fingers the same way her lips were tasting.

“Yeah… I’m not a pervert or anything. It’s just that when it’s clean, the strap-on tastes so anonymous. But when it’s fresh from my ass, I know it’s yours. You’re the only one who fucks my ass.”

“No, I’m not,” Yolanda said peevishly, uncharitably wondering if this current slice of heaven was anything like what Courtney had with Barbara—if there was the same teasing, tempting give-and-take between them that Yolanda thought was only between them. She knew Barbara fucked Courtney’s ass; who knew what else she did?

“You know what I mean,” Courtney mewled apologetically. She rubbed her cunt, right in front of Yolanda’s face, making it hotter and juicier. Knowing that once it met Yolanda’s tongue, it wouldn’t take long at all for her to get a big, beautiful come out of this game. “I could never mistake you for my mommy…”

“Because she’s a better dom than me? You sub for both of us. I don’t know if you’d cut her off for two weeks if I wanted you to.”

“Eat my pussy,” Courtney breathed, her voice simmering with passion. “I wanna feel that sexy face in my cunt… where I’m so smooth… and wet… I’m so wet… there’s so much to drink… I’m horny, Mistress… do something about what a horny little slut I am…”

Yolanda groaned, squeezed her thighs together, knew that she wanted Courtney too damn much to stop and really grill her where her loyalties actually ran. She breathed in Courtney’s scent, knowing she’d have to content herself for now with this piquant reminder that Courtney wasn’t just hers… but she was still hers.

“Mine,” Yolanda growled, more than a little rough as she parted Courtney’s tender pussy lips and pushed into the juicy folds, but Courtney didn’t mind.

She crowned Yolanda’s head with her hands, knowing that sooner or later they would have to sort out this love triangle to everyone’s satisfaction—but for now, enjoying how much Yolanda wanted her. Enough want to give Courtney power over her. She didn’t know how this would go, but for now, she would keep Yolanda’s mouth on her cunt until she had come enough for both of them to forget their misgivings.

As Yolanda’s face approached the heat of her sex, Courtney pulled it in faster, not stopping her impulsive action until she felt Yolanda’s mouth against her flesh. She groaned loudly, her body sliding down low on the bench. At first, Yolanda seemed reluctant, hesitant to give in so submissively, but then she was greedy, acting without restraint to sate her hunger. Courtney trembled, hearing as much as feeling Yolanda suck up her cream.

“Oh yes… that feels nice… eat me, lover,” she cried, as softly under her breath as she could. “Suck my juicy little pussy until I come! Christ, I love how you suck my cunt! Drink me, drink me while I’m coming, I’ll give you all the cream you can drink!”

Yolanda sucked even more ravenously, her hands moving around to fondle Courtney’s ass, not forgetting her passion for that beloved bit of Courtney’s anatomy even as she enjoyed her juicy snatch. She worked her tongue up inside of Courtney, making the blonde’s hips waggle, squirming on the edge of the bench.

Turned on by the push and pull of their games, Courtney quickly felt her climax approaching. She pulled more fiercely at Yolanda’s head, like she was trying to force Yolanda’s tongue into her sex permanently. Yolanda obviously loved it as much as Courtney, burying her face in Courtney’s pink folds like she wanted to stay there for all time too.

Then Courtney was coming, a strong, beautiful, forceful orgasm, going on and on with silken thighs crushing Yolanda’s face between them and slender fingers tangled in Yolanda’s hair. Yolanda pressed herself to Courtney’s slit in a tight kiss, letting Courtney hold her just as closely until the spasms finally ended. Courtney sighed warmly, slumping down like she had just finished a marathon.

“I’m so glad the taste of my pussy meets with your approval,” she purred good-humoredly.

“Don’t get a big head. I like the taste of your ass too,” Yolanda said, craning her neck to kiss the curve of Courtney’s hip. “C’mon. Let’s pay for the lingerie and go.”

“But I thought you didn’t like it,” Courtney protested. “That you wanted me to go naked.”

“Yes,” Yolanda agreed. “But we should give your mother a chance to enjoy it too.”