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Chelsea smiled into the dirt, like now the rich girl didn’t mind being thrust down into it. “Yeah, I think it will. But I still know your secret. And since I doubt you bought that cool suit with your babysitting money, I’m guessing you got it from Old Man Wayne, right? Well, Blade and I are looking to get our own place, so tell him if he doesn’t put us up somewhere or other in his mansion, we’re going to the news channels.”

Terry lifted his body off Chelsea’s. His softening prick slipped out of her asshole and she gasped at his exit.

“Ohh, Terry… touch my clit, babe.”

Although grimacing, Terry stroked her there. As harried as he was by her sudden ultimatum, he was still turned on, still wanted to see her writhe in ecstasy. And that was just what she did.

“MMMM! Feels so good after having you in my ass! Can’t wait to have Blade do that. Or maybe she could eat my ass after you fuck my pussy!” Chelsea wiggled her ass a little and then pulled her legs underneath her. “Uuph! You fucked me so hard I can barely stand.” She toppled over as she tried to stand up, landing with a laugh on her side. “Ohh, Terry, you’d better carry me. I can’t hold myself up with all this cum you put in my ass!”

Terry gritted his teeth, not sure if fucking Chelsea had bought him any goodwill or just made things worse.

He picked her up, slung her over his shoulder, then went back to collect Dana before she caught cold. She was out like a light; he picked her up too and hauled both women back to camp.

Thankfully, his mask’s image intensifier showed that Blade was fast asleep. By now, Chelsea was unconscious too—too much to hope for that she’d disregard the whole thing as a dream. Terry set down Dana and Chelsea, changed out of his Batsuit, then carried them one at a time into the tent and laid himself out as well.

The moment he was down, Dana and Chelsea were pressed against his body, huddling against him in their chilly sleep. Half-asleep, they seemed hungry for his warmth, yet were totally ignoring Blade. Terry considered stretching out and enjoying himself, but something didn’t wasn’t schway.

He quickly realized it was like the old man said. A job half-done never felt right.

Fighting his way free of Chelsea and Dana, he went to Blade, picked her up, and carried her over to the tangle of opened-up sleeping bags that had once been his, Chelsea’s, and Dana’s. He laid back down in the clutches of Chelsea and Dana, this time pulling Blade on top of him like a cat in his lap.

Still didn’t feel right. He opened up the crotch of his thermal underwear, drawing his cock out with one hand and holding Blade by the hair with the other. Terry felt a little bad about giving her his cock this way, after where it had been in both Chelsea and Dana, but all the more reason why it should be cleaned off.

Besides, he was pretty sure it was covered in his own cum more than anything else, and that he knew Blade didn’t mind.

Scenting his cock, smelling of how he’d fucked Chelsea and Dana and Terry’s own musk, Blade’s eyes blinked open. Half-awake and suddenly thrust into sex, something wild and primitive took hold of her. She felt freer than she ever had been before when she ran her mouth down Terry’s pole, juicily sucking him with a savage need that forced the air from Terry’s lungs.

Her white locks bobbed up and down as she pumped her mouth over Terry’s endowment, loudly slurping, her eyes looking up at Terry bright with lust, love, and delight.

Woken up from a wet dream into a fantasy, Blade felt her pussy throb and heat with an intensity that startled even her. She remembered the orgy, how Terry had kissed her, the way he’d caressed her body, and she knew he could give her more than enough of the sensual pleasure she lived for. And she remembered how Dana had suckled her tits. And there was no forgetting how much she and Chelsea had fucked.

Oh yes, this is gonna be SO schway, Blade thought excitedly, her mouth dripping with saliva and flush with cum both old and new.

Her lips rode up and down Terry’s length—enough to satisfy all three of them, as if they wouldn’t be satisfying each other. Her cheeks sucked inward each time she pulled herself off of Terry’s cock, all of her life seemingly dedicated to sucking the semen right from Terry’s churning balls.

Terry relaxed and let her fellate him, the same way he was letting Chelsea and Dana lock themselves to his body. The old man was definitely going to have a shit-fit when he heard what it would take to keep his secret identity under wraps, but under the circumstances, Terry couldn’t help but feel it would all turn out for the best.

He went to sleep looking at the bootprint he’d left on Chelsea’s face while he ass-fucked her.