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Misty Knight laid in the bathtub of the apartment she shared with Colleen Wing. She didn’t find it particularly comfortable, certainly not more comfortable than her own bed, but some days, her bionic arm got to bothering her. The only thing for it was to brace the prosthetic against something hard, and rearranging her bed to be next to a wall would piss her off too much to sleep. This way the nap actually did her some good.

She cracked her neck and glanced at the prosthetic. There was a subtle clock face built into the wrist of it: just a circle of numerals and an hour-hand. The scientists had tried to keep moving parts on the prosthetic to a minimum. Said she wouldn’t like the thought of it moving without her, and she didn’t. Six PM. Time enough to be lazy. She could get up when it was time to go out for the night.

As she half-dozed, in an almost mediatory rumination on shit, she heard a door open. It had to be Colleen, getting home from lunch with her new beau a little late. It didn’t surprise her. The new guy, Scott Summers, was a helluva hunk, with a wounded-dove story to make any girl ache for him.

His own gal, high school sweetheart, had bit it recently. His loss, Colleen’s gain. Misty was happy for her, finding someone, especially after it’d seemed like Scott wasn’t ready, ‘bout to call the whole thing off just as her girl was getting invested. But then he’d called in out of the blue, sweet-talked Colleen enough to have her seeing stars, and Misty hadn’t seen either of them since that afternoon.

“Misty? Misty? You home?”

Maybe because she was faintly pissed off at the world, maybe because Colleen had no call to be shouting through the apartment, waking Misty up had she been asleep, but Misty didn’t answer. Just cracked her neck again.

“She’s gone,” Colleen said, her voice no longer shouting, in fact so quiet that Misty could barely hear it through even the paper-thin walls of their crap apartment. Unconsciously, she strained her ears.

“Good,” a man’s voice replied, husky and raw. “I think she might be a little young to see this…”

Colleen giggled girlishly in response. To his quip, and to something else, judging from just how enthused the woman sounded.

Curious now, Misty slipped out of the tub and adjusted the simple mini dress she wore over a bare body. Her feet padded across tiles and rugs to the door, where she knelt down to look through the keyhole. It might be nice to wait for just the opportune moment to ‘walk in’ on Scott and Colleen. Wasn’t like she didn’t have enough to pay her girl back for…

She saw Colleen and Scott embracing, Colleen almost struggling against the force of Scott’s kiss, but her soothing strokes along his flanks were either spurring him on or doing nothing at all. Finally, he relaxed his hold on her, reaching down for his belt buckle, where a bulge clearly stood out against his slacks.

“My room’s this way,” Colleen said breathlessly. “I have… things… if you want…”

“What’s wrong with right here?” Scott asked. He kicked his shoes off. “Misty’s not home, after all.”

“She could be back any moment.”

“Then we’d better hurry.”

Colleen moaned hungrily as he pulled off his pants. She moved to help, then began stripping herself, disrobing down to the waist. Misty ignored her, focusing on Scott almost in shock. She had never known her partner was so man-hungry, but now she could see why.

Scott threw his trousers aside, peeled off his underwear. An enormous erection slapped up against his belly, then fell to a looming angle, freed of the fabric restraining it. Misty’s eyes grew wide in amazement. She watched with fascination as Colleen grasped it in her left hand and admired it, smiling.

Then Colleen’s expression grew solemn, trying to sympathize with Scott over her own lusts. “It must’ve been so long since… Jean… I know how, how hard this is for you…” Unable to stop herself, she knelt down before Scott and touched her tongue to the tip of his cockhead. “Your huge… huge… loss…” She ran her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. “Is this okay?”

“Oh, God yes…” came the reply.

Colleen clamped her lips around the head, sucking it tentatively even as she pumped the shaft with her hand in firm, energetic motions. And her right hand went under her little skirt, rubbing herself with soft, quick movements through her panties.

Misty watched intently. She could see Colleen’s eyes close in pleasure. Scott’s sunglasses blazed redder than ever. It looked like he was really enjoying it. Like Colleen was too, fucking herself while she had Scott’s thing in her mouth. She was sucking him hard now, her cheeks drawing inward as she pulled his cock in and out with quick, short motions of her head. Scott groaned loudly. His balls had to be ready to explode.

“Fuck, Colleen!” he gasped. “You’re gonna make me come!”

Colleen pulled her lips free, releasing the tight suction she’d had on his cockhead, but continuing the stroke of her left hand. “Is that what you want?” she asked, still eager to comfort him. “Whatever you want, baby, just name it—“

Scott shook his head. “I want your cunt!”

Colleen smiled bashfully, unable to continue her mournful act for long. She couldn’t be too sad when that swollen rod was all hers. And to Misty’s eyes, it looked even bigger than before.

Colleen moved up, uneasily guiding herself by touch to the couch behind her. She leaned back along its length, smiling, and raised her legs as Scott pulled her skirt up, grabbing the legbands of her little white panties. He tugged them away as Colleen lifted her ass off the couch, then tossed them onto the floor. Colleen squirmed to the middle of the couch. She had her knees raised, spread apart; Misty could see her pussy, bright pink, wet, ready to be fucked. Scott climbed onto the couch. Straddled her.

“Fuck me, Scott!” she begged. “Put it in me, now!”

Scott lowered himself on top of her, guiding his eager cock inside her. Colleen grunted as she was entered, then sighed as he began to slide in and out of her sex.

“Yes, Scott,” Colleen moaned. “Let it out. Let it all out…”

Misty was as horny as they were. Her bottom lip quivered with excitement, and she could feel the cotton fabric of her panties. They were sopping wet. Her nipples were hard. Her knees were beginning to shake. She didn’t know how much longer she could watch this while staying quiet.

Colleen wasn’t. She was practically a police siren as Scott hammered away at her. “Oh yes, Scott! I’m gonna come!” she yelled. “Almost there!”

She wrapped her hose-encased calves around Scott, hanging on tightly as her new boyfriend fucked her, his hips slapping into the back of her thighs with each stroke.

“Yes! I’m getting it!”

Scott kept up his pace. Misty couldn’t imagine him stopping.

“Are you gonna come?” Colleen asked, and he nodded tightly. “Alright, do it inside me! Come inside me! S’okay, I’m on the pill! I’m… I’m… oh shit, again!”

Scott took a few more strokes, then threw his head back as he exploded inside Colleen’s pussy. His balls emptied their thick load into her, filling her cunt with warm seed. And still Scott continued to drive himself deep inside her, his prick pumping its load into her furthest depths, making her feel it. After a few more seconds, he slowed to a stop. Pulling his dripping cock out of her, Scott sat down on his side of the couch.

“That was great,” Scott sighed.

Colleen trembled with the memory of what had happened, so intense it was almost still happening. “Yes. Oh yes. It was…”

Scott reached out and laid his hand on Colleen’s naked leg, kneading it pleasantly as she weakly trembled, moaning gently as his cum ran out of her in a sticky stream. As the seconds passed, she reached down to her gummy thighs before they could cool, scooping up a dollop of seed on one finger and popping it into her mouth like an ice cube after she’d finished off a cold drink.

She enjoyed it enough to suck her finger clean. “Should’ve kept going with the blowjob. Didn’t know you’d taste so good.” After one last sigh, she pulled herself up to her feet. “Think I’d better clean up a little. Misty would read me the Riot Act if I stained the couch.”

“Go on then,” Scott said. “Wouldn’t want to stain the couch… yet.”

Misty moved away from the door, hiding behind it as Colleen entered the bathroom. When she stepped out of her skirt and into the tub, automatically drawing the shower curtain behind her, Misty slipped out of the bathroom. And there was Scott, his cock still hard, cum still wet on it.

She stood there, feeling flush, trembling with the lust coursing through her young body. Her breathing came in short, fleeting gasps as Scott stood up, dressed only in his white undershirt and black socks. Her cheeks burned, embarrassed at being caught. He gestured her closer as the shower rained down in the background. Then stepped past her, to draw the door to the bathroom shut. With it closed, and Colleen occupied, he spoke.

“Enjoy the show?”

Misty nodded, sheepishly. He took in the sight of her; she could feel him doing it. She stared right back.

“Do you always come that much?”

Scott laughed softly. “Usually. You aren’t very bashful, are you?”

“I don’t blush well, mister.”

Scott paused, biting his lip, and Misty could tell he would love to fuck her. He just wouldn’t like Colleen to find out.

“You know,” Misty started, “a guy like you couldn’t get very far with a gal like Colleen if I didn’t like it.”

“That so?”

“Yeah. You can’t just get in good with a girl these days, player, you gotta get in good with the girl’s girls, y’know?”

“I know. So, what would it take to keep me on your good side?”

“Well, I’d have to be sure you could satisfy my girl Colleen. That looked like a nice fuck, but it was just one fuck, ya dig? My girl deserves a champ that can go all thirteen rounds!”

“And how many rounds can you go?”

“Shit, man, I go into overtime. But I’ll settle for just one from you, on account of you bein’ in mourning and all,” she offered slyly.

Scott grinned disbelievingly, astonished that she was blackmailing him for sex. Then again, she was also providing him with an excuse to fuck her. Misty didn’t need to see his eyes to know the wheels were turning, turning…

“Alright,” Scott said. “Just this once. Let me see that ass…”

“Aww, hell yeah…”

She unzipped her dress and stepped out of it in one smooth motion, displaying herself to Scott like she’d kinda always wanted to do when he was dating her other roommate. Her dusky skin was smooth and flawless, her underwear white and diaphanous. Beneath a nearly transparent bra, her breasts were full and turned slightly upward, the nipples jutting out like a pair of Hershey Kisses on cookies.

Then there was the gentle swell of her belly, an indented little navel dotting the high center of her abdomen—Scott’s eyes paused there before rolling over the sweeping roundness of her coffee-colored hips. His vision lovingly froze at the downy junction of her thighs. There, only partially hidden by her silken panties, was her curly-haired pubic mound, soft and inviting from the furthest wiry hair to the center, with its rain-dark labia quivering slightly.

Then Scott’s eyes came back up, focusing on her sensual face, and Misty moistened her lush, full lips for him with a flash of pink tongue. She undid the gossamer covering at her chest, taking it away to reveal the full sweaty sheen of her bare breasts, then she similarly slid off her panties. Naked now, she walked like a cat to Scott, pausing just alongside him to display her long legs and firm, heart-shaped ass. She gave her hips a little wiggle and was sure wherever she was, Jean would appreciate her old roomie looking after her man.

She had no idea how right she was.

Scott pulled her to him. His hands cupped her voluptuous ass, and he slid his fingers down and between her cheeks, to her pussy, even wetter than it had appeared.

“Were you having fun?” he asked. “Watching us?”

“Couldn’t help myself,” she answered. “Can you?”

“No. Not a bit.” Scott slowly lowered her down to the couch, still warm from his and Colleen’s bodies. “Good thing, too. You’re all wet down there. I can fuck you right now.”

Misty eagerly spread her long, supple legs for him. He could see the pink now, between her legs, and his cock ached to get inside that tight and tender flesh.

“Oh shit,” she said, seeing his arousal in turn. “Safe to say you are well and truly moving on from Jean Grey.”

“She’ll be back,” Scott said dismissively.

“What?”

“I said turn around, I want to fuck you from the back.”

Misty eagerly did so—she’d expected that the moment he’d copped a feel of her booty—but in looking the other way, she saw Colleen standing in the doorway to the bathroom, holding her towel shut over her dripping body.

“Misty, what the fuck!”

“It’s okay—“

“No, it’s not fucking okay!” Colleen lost her hold on her towel for a moment, but caught it before it could slip down her body. She redirected her ire at Scott. “First you fuck me, now you’re fucking my roommate!”

“I told him to do it!” Misty snapped. “If he doesn’t, I’m gonna tell your dad!”

Colleen jerked back. “You can’t be serious!”

“Shit, girl, do you know how hard it is for a black woman to get a date? Especially a goddamn black woman with a goddamn robot arm? Bad enough people think I’m angry, or ugly, now they’re worried I’m part-Ultron! And there you are, fucking half-Asian half-white goddamn white boy dream girl with fucking red hair—how come you should get to have all the fun?”

“My… my hair isn’t red, it’s auburn!” Colleen protested. “And you get plenty of action! You’ve got Danny Rand on lockdown!”

“Yeah, and pizza’s nice, but I wouldn’t want to have it every night! Now I saw this fucker first, and Jean Grey was my roommate, and if he’s on some goddamn bereaved-ass pussy-hunt, I should at least get a fuck out of it! Then you can go off and have kids! And don’t you say shit, because I know Danny kissed you!”

“When did Danny kiss me?”

“You fucking know when he did!”

“Oh, oh, if this is about some stupid alien mind-control shit that you said you were cool with—“

“I am cool with it! But if I’m cool with it, you should be cool with this!”

“You’re not being mind-controlled by aliens, you’re just a slut!”

“Fine, bitch, say it wasn’t your fault, but I still bet you enjoyed it!”

Colleen froze, seeming only to recover to get a tighter grip on her slipping towel. “Okay, I did. But it was still just a kiss!”

“So, what, I just get to kiss Scott here? That’s not fair!”

“Of course it’s fair! I kissed Danny, you kiss Scott, then we’re even.”

“Well, not quite,” Scott pointed out. “Misty was watching us screw.”

“You bitch!” Colleen cried, letting the towel slip completely from her body in her anger.

Scott’s eyebrows raised as he enjoyed the sight, and Misty’s jaw dropped as she felt his manhood brush against her, though he had moved no closer. She looked back over her shoulder.

“Fucking Jesus, how big are you?”

“That’s for me to know!” Colleen insisted.

“And me to find out!” Misty replied. “Besides, it’s what Scott wants! And we’re supposed to be comforting him—“

“I’m comforting him!”

“Yeah, and you fucking finished, now it’s my turn!”

“Ladies, please!” Scott shouted, silencing both of them with the native-born command in his voice. They both fell silent, fuming, staring at each other with naked bodies heaving. “Now… what would Jean want?”

“She’d want that bitch—” Colleen literally bit her tongue, and saw Misty similarly swallow her anger.

“She’d want us all to be friends and shit,” Misty said with forced calm. “Compromise.”

“So, Misty and I won’t fuck,” Scott suggested. “We’ll do a little something else. And Colleen, since Misty watched you, you’ll get to watch her. Fair?”

Misty looked at Scott, disappointed, but his jaw was set in firm certitude. She and Colleen both nodded in approval of his suggestion.

“Alright then,” Misty said, getting down on her knees in front of Scott. “I saw you trying to suck him off. Now watch the motherfuckin’ master do her thing…”

She took his swollen cock in her hands, stroking it softly at first, both hands moving in concert. Scott moaned gently. Then she pursed her succulent lips and took the tip of his cock in her warm, eager mouth. Scott’s mouth opened and he gaped wordlessly, finally finding his speech as she slurped down to the collar of his member.

“That’s it, Misty… oh, shit, that’s it…”

“Use your tongue too,” Colleen said. “Wiggle it just under his tip. He’ll love it.”

Misty glared at Colleen, but took her advice. Scott groaned louder, and Misty kept going, sucking his cockhead as hard as she could and rubbing her tongue along the neat little cleft on bottom of his glans.

In a few minutes, she had Scott in an absolute frenzy, panting and sweating. But her jaws ached with the size of his manhood, and she popped her lips away to take a brief break. She used her hands, stroking the length of his member from base to tip. Wet warmth smeared on her fingers.

“So how is it, sweetie?” she asked.

“Just fucking great,” Scott breathed.

“Better than my wingwoman here?”

Colleen stuck out her tongue at her.

“I think he likes mine better,” Misty told her.

“Girls, girls, let’s not fight…” Scott said. “Not when we can share…”

“Mmmm,” Misty replied, sinking her tapering grip down to his balls. “And where are you gonna share all that cum you got down there?”

“Colleen?” Scott asked.

“I think you ought to do it in her mouth.”

Scott shuddered with the thought of emptying his load down Misty’s throat. It was almost too much for him. “That okay, Misty?” he asked hopefully.

“Just so long as there’s a lot of it,” Misty answered, and with a dazzling smile, she puckered her lips around his cock again. Her tongue fluttered against the bottom of his cockhead, and her hands pumped his shaft double-time.

“Oh yes!” Scott gasped. He could feel his balls aching to release straight to the back of Misty’s throat.

“Maybe I should help out…” Colleen suggested.

Misty looked at Colleen, and much as she might’ve wanted to give her a don’t-fuck-with-me glare, she couldn’t help but notice the evident charms of Colleen’s body.

Colleen had not picked her towel up from the floor.

“Fine,” she agreed. “If he shoots in you, you share it, and when he shoots in me, I’ll share it.”

“What are friends for?” Colleen said, licking her own sensual lips in anticipation.

She came right over the back of the couch, crawling on all fours beside Scott, down to his lap. There, still running her tongue across her mouth, she leaned in and kissed Misty. For a moment, they ignored the cock between them, lips tingling, tongues being sucked, taste buds sparking with the tantalizing flavor of each other’s flesh. Then, by some instinctive savvy, Misty picked up the taste of the cum Colleen had swallowed. And Colleen tasted the cock Misty had been sucking.

Colleen smiled though. “Scott can wait…”

She slid down and began to suck on Misty’s breasts, her auburn head shifting from fat teat to fat teat as she favored the rosy nubs with all her skill. Scott rubbed her back as she kept going, twisting around and contorting herself to lavish all of Misty’s cleavage with her mouth. He felt her hair slide over his cock, the top of her head bump his testicles, and was sorely tempted to throw one of her dangling legs over his shoulder and get them into a sixty-nine. Christ, he could smell her cunt…

Finally, Misty was tempted away from sucking him, joining Colleen in a literally full-throated kiss. Colleen poured her heart and soul into it, leaving Misty breathless, then bowed her head to lave Scott’s cock with her tongue. She licked all over the slab of meat, her tongue pink and her saliva white on the angry red member. She lapped at him thoroughly, then drew away and offered his prick to her girlfriend, holding his shaft in her closed hand and offering the knob to Misty.

“Mmmmm,” Misty purred as she flashed her tongue against his oozing cockhead, tasting his precum with relish.

Misty eagerly resumed tonguing the crown, now tasting of Colleen, and nipped at his glans as Colleen pumped the stalk a few times, making him throb hard against Misty’s lips. They took turns, lapping at his dribbling cockhead, then began to work on him together.

As Colleen mouthed his cockhead, Misty lapped at his balls, ran her pursed lips up and down the underside of his shaft like it was a flute. Colleen slid down his length to brush against Misty’s lips, then the two drew up to his tip and kissed each other passionately, his cockhead pulsing between their lips like a third tongue.

Misty drew back and Colleen lapped herself up a tongue’s worth of his precum, then kissed Misty instead of swallowing, letting Scott’s seed run back and forth between their mouths. It was even more delicious, warm from a mouth and tasting of each other’s lipstick…

“I’m gonna cum,” Scott almost whimpered. His hips began to rock, stabbing his cock out as, cheek to cheek, they tongued away at his cockhead, greedily lapping up the savory spillage from his balls. “Here it is!”

Misty and Colleen shared one last kiss, feeling his prick swelling even more into their cheeks, and then it pulsed in spasms. They barely opened their mouths in time.

“Yummy…” Colleen sighed as a thick glob flowed onto her tongue, spreading out, tantalizing her. She pushed her tongue out and Misty sucked it into her own mouth, nursing hungrily on the spunk that drenched it.

Scott jabbed his rigid cock against Misty’s cheek and she turned away from Colleen to take it into her mouth, sucking it with relish—her mouth was suddenly full of cum, shocking her with its volume, gushing down her gullet. She gulped and sucked, then drew away. There was no generosity in allowing Colleen her share of his massive load; it was simply too much for her.

Scott spurted into the air, his cum splashing on Misty’s face. Then Colleen had his cockhead in her mouth and his next burst slathered her tongue as it forced its way to the back of her throat. She swallowed, slipping down from her perch on back of the couch to hit its cushions instead, lying with her head and hair across Scott’s lap, but she could barely care about the positioning because he was still coming.

Nightwing Restorations were cheek to cheek now, both mouths wide open, waiting holes for Scott to fill as he fucked his firing cock into first one set of lips, then the other.

Between them, the women sucked Scott dry, then tongued up the overflow from his shaft, his crotch, his muscular thighs. Drained, Scott laid back. His prick laid across his lap, big and hard, inspired to a remarkable potency by their double act.

Colleen and Misty kissed adoringly, letting his cum flow between their grinding lips. They embraced, bodies rubbing together, and almost started fucking each other right at Scott’s feet.

“I hate fighting,” Misty lamented.

“But I love making up,” Colleen replied.

There were stars in Misty’s eyes. “Sure is something with a third player at the table.”

“We can buy a dildo. Unless you want to share Danny…”

“Fuck no. Bitch, you stay away from my man, goddamn alien mind-fuckers or no!”

Colleen chortled. “Officer Knight, it’s just a little hard to take you seriously when you look like you painted a white picket fence with the D.T.s!”

Misty looked down at herself and smiled. Her cheeks and lips were almost covered in Scott’s cum. It dripped from her chin and hand onto her bare feet. And the carpet. But fuck it, neither of them had liked it anyway.

Shag carpeting, ironically enough.

“What’s the matter?” Misty asked. “Ain’t you ever heard of white chocolate?”

And, having developed a taste for the stuff, she scooped as much as she could onto her fingers and licked them clean.

Colleen helped herself as well, like Misty was frosting a cake and the samurai wanted to snitch. “Well, if you won’t share Danny, then maybe after you two are done, I can help you ‘clean up’…”

Scott covered his eyes and laughed to himself. Wherever the hell Danny Rand was, Scott felt sure the Iron Fist now owed him a favor.