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When they got back home, the door was open. Helena yelled for them to come in. She and Zinda were sorry they had missed Oswald’s big night out, but now they were back and changing out of their costumes. She told Dinah to make them some drinks.

Dinah made a couple of drinks, starting with Oswald’s. She had just readied his when Zinda and Helena came out of the bedroom. Oswald dribbled more of his drink than he imbibed. The two women had on the skimpiest lingerie he’d ever seen—there was more of them outside the confines of their bras and panties than there was inside.

“We hope you don’t mind,” Helena said. “We like to look good for our sweet Ozzie and our other clothes got so sweaty. These are nice and clean.”

Zinda favored Dinah with a look. “You’re a little overdressed, girl. Why don’t you go freshen now? We’ll show Oswald a good time while y’all are indisposed.”

“I think I will,” Dinah replied. “You make getting out of these stuffy work clothes look so good.” And she disappeared into the bedroom.

Oswald was just beginning to catch his breath. He felt the bulge in his pants, but no need to do anything about it—not yet. One of the reasons he’d sponsored the girls in their intrepid battles against evil was for perks such as these, but he had no desire to demand his privilege like a medieval lord enacting droit du seigneur. As a gentleman, he kept his ladies so well-pleased that it was only a matter of time before they themselves insisted on some tender loving care.

So he sat on the couch, neither hiding his erection nor releasing it. Helena came over and sat down beside him. Zinda followed, sitting on his other side. There was more than enough for both of them.

“My oh my, what is that you’ve got for us?” Helena asked. “Do you need to slip into something more comfortable yourself?”

Oswald caressed her cheek. “Would you be that something, my little Huntress?”

“She might be,” Zinda said, putting a hand on his leg. “Or you could slip into something less comfortable. You know… too small… too tight… you need to break it in before it fits right…”

“Good Lord, there certainly isn’t anything that needs breaking in your body,” Oswald replied. “It’s quite perfect. Heartbreakingly lovely, really, with those teensy flaws…”

“What flaws would those be?” Helena asked viciously, putting her hand on Oswald’s other leg. “Just for the record?”

“Why, that she’s wearing anything at all, of course. No garment is worthy of caressing that supple flesh.”

“What about this one?” Dinah asked, coming out of the bedroom.

Oswald gawked and licked his lips at the sight of what she’d changed into, but it didn’t bother her. Seeing him with Helena and Zinda was simply more proof that Oswald was a connoisseur of women. Who could object to being found attractive by a man with such high standards?

“Immaculate,” Oswald breathed, without any irony whatsoever.

He was not exaggerating. The lingerie was made for Dinah, showing off all of her lusciously curved body. The tiny bra barely contained her proud breasts, leaving them looking as if they would slip free at any moment and display their tempting fullness, unadorned from the mountainous slopes to the crisply slight hang.

Her tiny black panties were equally revealing. In front, there was a tiny triangle of black sequins, so small it was obvious that her pubic hair was shaved bare since none escaped the miniscule covering. In back there was only the waistband, meeting just above her buttocks and then disappearing between them.

The two enticing curves of her ass were completely unhidden, save for the garter straps that cut into the swell of her rump. They covered her more than her thong did, holding up the fishnet stockings that no costume of Dinah’s could be without. Her long, sleek legs simply wouldn’t look right without the shadowed pattern that ended in a pair of her trademark heels. No boots, though. Those were too butch for meeting with a bon vivant like Oswald. Instead, her stockings led down to a set of pointed toe pumps made from black velvet. They looked no softer than the skin they held.

Oswald stood up. He couldn’t take his eyes off Dinah’s statuesque body, so enticingly revealed in the scanty lingerie. He sucked in breath as though short on air.

“Dinah,” he said, “since you were so kind as to make time for me when Helena and Zinda were so drearily occupied, it seems to me that you should be the first I dote upon now. How about a quick orgasm, on me, before we all lavish our affections at will?”

“No fair,” Zinda pouted under her breath.

“We were saving the world,” Helena pointed out, getting her a look from Zinda. “A little,” she corrected herself, as they’d only been shutting down a gambling parlor with ties to organized crime.

Dinah ignored them. Her eyes were all over Oswald. Just as Helena and Zinda had, she noted that the crotch of his pants was strongly tented. He looked at her so needfully it was like she was the boss, not him.

But whoever the boss was, the fact reminded that despite his weight, Oswald was one hell of a good fuck. Dinah would be a fool to wait for whatever she could get while Helena and Zinda were going at him.

“I’d love one,” Dinah said, “of whatever you have to give me.”

Coolly, knowing how good she looked—and that despite how good Helena and Zinda looked, she had been chosen over them—she walked over to an armoire and braced her hands on it, her enticingly uncovered ass turned towards Oswald.

With a little hum to herself, she slipped her panties down to her ankles, bending low to get them all the way down. Exposing the ripe pink line of her womanhood, nestled underneath her full round buttocks like a fruit hanging from a particular verdant tree.

“I’m all yours, Ozzie,” she said. “But make it fast. I’d hate for the others to stain their nice lingerie with drool.”

“Worry about yourself,” Helena snapped. “If you go for seconds with him, we’ll rip Victoria’s Secret right off you.”

“What’s so secret about it anyway?” Zinda commented. “One look and I know everything.”

“Not everything, girls,” Oswald admonished them gently. “No matter how much Dinah has to look at, the real story is how she feels…”

“So make me feel something,” Dinah quipped.

She looked resolutely ahead, teasing herself with not seeing how close Oswald was to fulfilling her need. She heard his ragged breathing as he approached, the rasp of his zipper when he brought it down. She didn’t turn and look at him. Right now, Dinah didn’t care about the man. All that mattered was that hot, hard cock of his. Her sex was roiling in anticipation.

Oswald pressed the swollen head of his member into Dinah’s wet opening. She sighed and opened her legs a little more; once again she’d underestimated just how big he was. He pushed and she felt his marvelously thick phallus sliding into her. It felt incredible.

“Deeper!” she gasped, barely able to get the word out without being interrupted by a pitched moan. “Get it all the way in… then fuck me. FUCK ME!”

As any man would when given such an instruction, Oswald obeyed unreservedly. He pushed his thick cock all the way into her belly, then he moved in her, slamming his fat cock in and out with force that ran through Dinah’s steepled arms to the armoire, bashing it against the wall. The sound of wood striking wood still wasn’t louder than Dinah’s pleasured gasps.

“I take it from the feel of sucking flesh around my manhood that you’re enjoying yourself?” Oswald opined.

“Can’t talk,” Dinah grunted out. “Just fuck me.”

Oswald shut up and did his job. His throbbing maleness jerked hard and fast in Dinah’s dripping wet snatch. She cooed and sang out, getting closer and closer to orgasm.

Dinah loved being a crimefighter, but when she was getting railed hard and fast like this, with a big dick like his, she couldn’t pretend she cared about that. Nothing else mattered but the come that came with being fucked this good.

Oswald held out until she went off, trilling in fluttering, weakening utterances. Her breasts rose and fell in double-time, sucking in breath to replace what she’d gasped out. If she had the energy, she would’ve screamed the house down, but Oswald had given it to her too hard for that. Dinah could barely keep her eyes open under the leaden weight of her contentment.

Then Oswald came free of her and she woke up—now only able to think of more.

“I’m sorry, my dear, but there’s only so far I can indulge you when there are other demands on my attention. Your sisterly sirens need tending to as well.”

“Screw those bitches,” Dinah groaned. “I want your cum inside me—fuck me until I’m all used up—no matter how long it takes—fuck me until you’re done with me!”

“He is done with you,” Helena announced, taking Oswald by one arm.

Zinda grabbed him by the other. “You got first crack at Pengy—you’re not getting his cum too. He’s saving it for our pussies.”

Helena nodded. “Come on, Ozzie. We’ve got a big bed with fresh, clean sheets. That’s plenty of room for some proper fucking.”

Together, she and Zinda frog-matched him into the bedroom. A good thing, too. Oswald was so hard and desperate to come that he could have jacked off on the spot. He was so eager to sink his cock back into a soft, hot womanhood that he would’ve ran into the bedroom of his two girls’ forced march didn’t keep him waddling.