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Helena’s grip firmed. She pulled on Oswald’s prick, playfully taking it out of range of Selina’s mouth and over to her own. Watching it approach Helena’s lips, Selina shamelessly writhed, wiggling her cunt down into Oswald’s ongoing efforts. It wasn’t just excitement moving her. It was arousal.

She was madly turned on, enjoying everything: the tongue slipping and sliding over her sex, the massive cock she had to play with, and the sight of Helena going after that cock with the same lust she felt. It was autoerotic perfection—like watching herself in Helena’s nubile, olive-skinned body. But Helena was no mirror image. She did with Oswald’s cock what she wanted to do with it.

After all the anticipation, the feeling of fulfillment Helena got when she slid her lips over Oswald’s member was like a plunge into cold water. But it was nice, refreshing, like she’d been covered with sweat and heat beforehand. Now all that was washing off her, chiseling her focus down to sheer appreciation of the hard cock she had to suckle. Knowing it was hers made life feel so complete. No worries, no cares, only what she had to look forward to. All the pleasures of being well-used by that behemoth of a phallus.

The prospect of seeing Selina fucked by that cock thrilled Helena. Despite his soft exterior, Oswald had the strength and stamina to put his phallus to the best use. He would be able to take it when she and Selina both let go and indulged themselves like wild animals. All night, whenever they wanted more, he would have more for them. It was sheer bliss they were in for—and its own kind of bliss to see Selina inducted into that knowledge, for Helena to know what she herself was in for.

Selina was starting to realize the debauchery she had opted into. She wanted Oswald’s prick back and though she had to almost fight Helena to retrieve it from her mouth, she got it. Slavishly, she ran her lips down the length of Oswald’s manhood, gagging herself at the lower reaches of it, then only reluctantly pulling up off that lengthy shaft. With a rich suckle, her mouth popped off his knob.

She felt Oswald return the favor with a swipe of his tongue through the sopping heat of her womanhood. It snaked along the roiling of her sex and entered her, wiggling inside Selina with consummate skill. Touching her stiff clit, then lavishing attention on her outer folds—finally penetrating her to fully sample the sweetness of her gathering juices. Each motion he made with it whipped Selina further into a sensual frenzy.

Selina released his cock again, unable to focus on it while she was being swept along by eroticism. The pervading atmosphere of sex only weighted heavier on her when she saw Helena greedily accept Oswald into her mouth, into her throat. The Italian’s cheeks hollowed with desperate suction, her throat gurgling and gulping as she worked Oswald’s erection in and out of her gullet. Trying over and over again to be able to accept its formidable bulk.

Yearning to have some of Oswald to herself, to reciprocate his affection as she was seeing Helena do so voluptuously, Selina bowed her head until her cheek brushed against Helena’s. Underneath Helena’s gasping, sputtering efforts, Selina touched her lips to Oswald’s scrotum.

She ran her tongue along the wrinkled, sensitive skin, tasting the sweaty musk that Helena had produced. Finally, she nuzzled her open lips into Oswald’s balls until she’d managed to get them inside the clinging warmth of her mouth. With Helena throating Oswald’s cock, Selina sucked at his sperm-ridden testes. Her tongue traced abstract patterns on the hairy sac in her mouth and she thought she could feel the erratic motion of all the semen inside, coming to a boil as Oswald was worked closer and closer to ejaculation.

“NNNNNGGGGHH!” Oswald groaned, a far cry from his usual erudite discourse.

Both women shook with laughter that they couldn’t very well voice with their mouths so occupied. Oswald drove his tongue into Selina’s velvet depths and she moaned her way off of his balls.

“Oh God, he’s got me ready to come!” she intoned breathlessly.

“Get used to it,” Helena told her, momentarily relinquishing Oswald’s manhood but still rubbing her face against its sticky heat. “And don’t hold back. I love the sounds we make when we come for Ozzie…”

Selina’s fever burned hotter in her. The more she got of the exquisite pleasure Oswald’s tongue gave her, the more she wanted. She straightened her arms underneath her, lifting herself up and driving her hips down, holding her cunt across Oswald’s mouth as thought to stop his ravaging tongue from going anywhere else.

“Yesss!” she hissed. “Oh yes, make me come! Make me give you all my cream…!”

Oswald’s body tensed and quivered with tension while he ground his tongue up into Selina’s pussy. Helena held her mouth down on his prick, letting it rock inside her gargling throat with the motion of his taut body. She hoped it fired his excitement as much as it did her own.

“Uunnnhhhh!” Selina reeled in a strained voice. “Oh, now, it’s now, I’m commmiinnggggg!”

Sucking in as much breath as she could get, her body went rigid. Then, as quickly as a flame coming from a struck match, she went into lascivious contortions. Bucking out of control as she weathered every agonizing delight of her climax. She twisted and bucked and shivered and mewled, her body responding to Oswald’s efforts without reservation. Answering the pleasures he’d given her as fully as they deserved.

Gradually Selina softened, slumping down on Oswald’s big belly like she was lying on a beach ball. Helena lifted her mouth off Oswald’s cock to kiss Selina instead.

“That was magnificent!” Selina trilled, lovingly rubbing her supple ass against Oswald’s face, then leaning forward to return Helena’s kiss. “I owe you big for inviting me.”

“You can pay me back by letting me take my turn.”

“I wouldn’t try to stop you.”

“You couldn’t,” Helena said seriously, not exactly kidding. Even with her only pleasure being getting to mouth Oswald’s cock, her eyes were glossy and her face was pink. Her nipples stood out ferociously. She was as hot to get off as Selina had been at the height of her enjoyment.

Selina took herself off of Oswald’s face and sprawled out beside him. On the other side of him, Helena stretched out.

“You think you’ve been fucked?” Helena asked him. “You haven’t. Not until you’ve been fucked by me.”

“My dear, I wouldn’t think to doubt you.”

Even as he spoke, Helena was moving into place on top of him. She straddled his hips, looking away from him, crouching down over his cock until she fit the tip of it into her opening, then lying back on straightened arms over his chest. Her ass lowered onto the curve of his lower belly, sliding down it for Helena to impale herself on his manhood. With rolling hips, Helena eased more and more of it inside herself. Hoping that the little teasing motions were making him want it as bad as she did.

Some sixth sense told her Oswald was about to thrust his groin up into her; she lifted her hips to evade the deeper penetration, backing off from being fully skewered. Then she circled her hips, pleasuring him, but also subtly chiding him for trying to take her before she was ready.

“I can see now that this is your show,” Oswald breathed. “But don’t spend too much time on the overture. Much as I enjoy the festivities, the finale is my favorite part!”

Helena kept grinding down into him, gulping and releasing his member, but always ending up with more and more of its length inside of her. She felt like a glove, stretching to take all of his girth and size, but it didn’t hurt. She wanted more. She wanted to push the sensation as far as she could take it, to swallow him inside her until there was no more for him to give her or no more room for her to fit him.

She leaned forward until she was upright over Oswald’s groin. Then, shoulders squared, she shimmied her weight downward, being careful not to flatten anything too important of Oswald’s as she settled her body onto his. The outer lips of her pussy met the base of his manhood, spreading out against his loins. His pubic hair scratched the curious sweeps of her buttocks. She shuddered in satiation, her head rolling back as she savored the moment of rapture before a lust for more kick in.

“Mmmmmm,” she cooed, smiling hotly. “It’s so deep! I’m feeling this goddamn dick with every inch of my body!”

“Now let him feel you,” Selina urged her. One of the clandestine pleasures of being a cat burglar was coming across two people rutting away; she’d never watched two lovers as passionate as Helena and Oswald, though. The kinky feeling of enjoying another’s sexual bliss was enough to momentarily cool her ardor, her growing desperation to be fucked the way Helena was getting fucked.

Helena writhed, giving free rein to her excitement. There was too much eroticism in her movements for them to be undignified. She brought her knees tight together over Oswald’s thighs, clamping down on the penetration that already filled her. Weaving her body forward, she pumped her ass up and brought it down in ecstatic congress.

“Incredible!” Oswald groaned. “No one can squeeze me like you do! No one fucks as do you, my dusky turtledove!”

Helena was beyond listening to him. “Good cock,” she gasped. “So good… so deep…”

She let out a gleeful titter, tossing her head in an orgiastic burst of dark hair. Heaving and undulating, she bounded higher and higher on Oswald’s deep-set cock, every stroke seeming to hit her harder and harder in her innermost depths. The voluptuous tremors she felt being hilted by him roused her senses until everything she felt was a frenzy.

Selina watched how Helena danced, both expressing the pleasure she got and soliciting more from her impaled body. Her breasts shook. Her hips gyrated wildly. The cat burglar found it a shockingly potent turn-on.

Her hand slipped down between her legs and moved gratifyingly over her mound as she kept her eyes on Helena’s orgiastic enjoyment. Selina’s legs drew up, she panted, and then unabashedly entered herself. She noticed Oswald watching, his body on autopilot with Helena as now he reaped the delight of Selina’s spectacle.

Selina stretched one leg out, opening her pussy up and displaying her stroking to Oswald’s hungry eyes. He listened to Helena’s moans to be sure what he was doing met with her approval, but his eyes were all for Selina and her zealous response to being in such a sexually charged atmosphere.