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 Huntress joins Catwoman in the sequel to The Eros Formula.  MFF.

   Author's note: Catwoman and Huntress are TM and (C) DC Comics.  Their
use here is a work of parody, is not meant as a challenge to their
trademarks, and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.

   This story is a sequel to my first ever fic, The Eros Formula.  I hope
it satisfies those readers who've been asking for a follow-up.



   ^,^



   Dr Preston McGregor woke up choking, the snap crack of a bullwhip
stinging his ears.

   "Wake up, fucker," Catwoman hissed in the darkness.  "And explain
exactly what you did to me."

   As he lay in his bed asphyxiating, every muscle and vein in his body
straining, one thought occurred to Preston.

   Why had she taken so long?

   He'd been waiting for this for months now -- ever since she'd broken
into his lab to try and steal the Eros formula, only for the both of them
to end up getting exposed to it and...all that had followed.

   He had known it would only be a matter of time until his path crossed
Catwoman's again.  They'd had far too big an impact on each other for it
not to.  The fact that she was strangling him, however, came as a bit of a
surprise.

   He coughed hard as he struggled for breath, the whip going slack just at
the moment he thought he might black out.

   "W-what do you...you mean...?" He asked, his face bright red.

   "What do I mean?" She repeated.  "I mean, you bastard, that ever since
you exposed me to that goddamn drug of yours, I've been having...dreams. 
Feelings.  And while I'm all for female sexual liberation, this is more
than I signed on for!  So speak.  Explain yourself!  Or, I swear, you're
going to know what it's like when auto-erotic asphyxiation experiments go
tragically wrong."

   She made her point clear by jerking the whip tight again, causing
Preston another bout of coughing.

   "Y-you're right!" He said.  "The drug...it was too powerful...what we
experienced...told me that...it won't be getting released...not in th-that
form...B-but...!"

   "But what?" Catwoman snapped.

   "But it doesn't---doesn't cause you to do anything you wouldn't want to
do!  It j-just lowers your inhi---hih!--bitions!  We wouldn't have had
sex...if we weren't attracted to each other---!"

   The whip, while still coiled around Preston's throat, remained slack. 
Now that he wasn't struggling for breath, he could focus enough to see her
through the darkness.

   The beam from the street lamp outside was filtering through the
half-closed blinds of the window, spilling over Catwoman's body in a zebra
pattern of light and shade.  He'd almost forgotten how exquisite her body
was; it was so perfectly proportioned, so horribly addictive.

   The other thing that occurred to Preston as he stared up at her in the
monochromatic light, the other thing that made his heart skip and his loins
pulse...was it possible?  Was she naked?

   "Nothing you wouldn't want to do, huh?" She said, her eyes flashing in
the dark.

   "Uh huh." Preston said, trying to pull the whip from around his throat
and having no luck.  If she noticed him struggling, she gave no sign of it.
Instead she remained towering over him, her alluring silhouette motionless.

   "All I've wanted to do..." she said finally, the shafts of light from
the blinds spilling over her thighs, her navel, her breasts...her nipples.
"...is this."

   She moved with sudden and precise grace, squatting down, mounting his
face, smothering him with her thighs, her ass, her pelvis, and in that
moment he knew it to be true -- her bare, sizzling slit pressed against his
nose and his lips.

   She was already so wet that the liquid was streaming from her pussy,
dampening her thighs.

   Preston reacted without hesitation.  He started lapping eagerly at her
cunt, tasting all she had to offer to her cooing, mewling delight.

   "I've been dreaming of you!" She said as she pushed down, forcing her
clit between his eager lips.  "So many dreams...so much wanting..."

   Her thighs squeezed the sides of his face as she rode his mouth, his
tongue snaking up inside her.  She cried out at the feel of it.

   "Auugnnh!"

   Preston's hands found her beautiful ass, which he grasped as he lapped
hungrily at her, licked her as if his life depended on it...and in the back
of his mind, he wondered if it really did.

   Outside, the wind blew through the Gotham streets with a building
intensity.  The night was dark and dawn was a long way off...

   ^,^

   Helena Bertinelli, aka the Huntress, entered the building via the
rooftop after picking the lock with one of the many instruments she kept in
her belt.  She descended the stairs silently, like a floating shadow, and
exited on the fifth floor.

   She stalked through the dimly-lit hallway until finally coming to
apartment 5D, to which she had the key.  No one saw her as she let herself
in.

   The apartment was empty save for an array of surveillance equipment
set-up by the large window in the living room.  A video camera was affixed
to a tripod and pointed quite precisely out the window, feeding its
broadcast to a small colour monitor that sat beside a desk chair.

   The Huntress took a seat, pulling her night-vision binoculars from her
belt as she did so.  Looking through the binoculars at the apartment
directly opposite, she detected no signs of movement.

   Placing the binoculars down, she picked up the controls to the video
camera and scrolled through the vision from the past 24 hours.

   She'd been tracking Catwoman for well over a fortnight now, ever since
she'd first spotted her by chance during one of her nightly patrols.  It
had been a hell of a job tailing her, given how fast the cat burglar ran
and how acrobatically she moved, but Huntress was no slouch herself.

   She'd tracked her to the studio apartment across the street and had
watched as she'd rendezvoused with an unknown male.  At first, Huntress had
assumed the guy to be some kind of contact -- a fence, a client, a fellow
criminal.

   But when Catwoman had dropped to her knees and started sucking the guy's
cock, well...Helena had known there was more to it than that.

   She had considered busting in on them and arresting Catwoman then and
there.  Red-handed from jerking the guy off as she was, however, it was
hardly like she was in the midst of a crime.

   So Huntress had elected instead to tail Catwoman, waiting to catch her
in the middle of her next job.  What she found instead, however, was
Catwoman sprinting across the city skyline every night to spend every hour
until dawn fucking her mystery man, disappearing once the sun started to
come up.

   Huntress had found the empty apartment and set up the surveillance
equipment on the off-chance she might catch them plotting something.  Or at
least, that's what she told herself, just as she told herself that the only
reason she'd broken into the guy's place while he was out for the day was
to plant bugs to record the audio of their plotting.

   As she popped the headphones on now, however, and watched the playback
from last night, she heard the furthest thing from plotting.

   'Arrn ffuck me!  Fuck me with your monster cock!  Make me cum! 
Uooonhhh!'

   The audio came back crisp and clear as Huntress watched the couple on
the screen screwing in night-vision green.  She watched as the mystery man
-- his name revealed as Preston, his body revealed as chiselled and
spectacular -- fucked Catwoman like the exotic animal she was.

   But then Huntress noticed something out of the corner of her eye that
made her hit the pause button and grab her binoculars.

   She had felt disappointed before when she thought the apartment to be
empty.  Instead it seemed she'd been looking in the wrong place.  There was
motion in the apartment opposite as Catwoman and Preston stumbled into the
light of the main room, up against the bay windows, presumably having moved
from the shadows where the bedroom was...

   They were hungry for each other, hands and mouths moving rapidly,
seeking each other's lips and bodies.  Preston spun Catwoman round in his
grip, his chest on her back, as he grinded his bare cock against her supple
rear, his mouth hot and wet on her neck.

   Catwoman was naked, save for her mask, gloves and boots.  It struck
Huntress as the kinkiest kind of roleplaying, blurring the line between the
stature of one's role in the super community and the fantasy that the role
represented.  That was if she was to get analytical about it, which she
refused to do...

   Huntress stood.  She checked her crossbow, made sure it was in working
order, made sure she had enough bolts for it.

   Tonight.  If she was ever going to do it, it would have to be tonight...

   ^,^

   Preston had Catwoman bent over the breakfast table by the window,
pumping her from behind with all he had.  Her long, black curls jostled
around her face, her tits bouncing on the surface of the table.

   "Unnnnwwhhhh!!  FUCK!" Catwoman screamed as she thrust back at him. 
"Fuck me!"

   It had been two glorious weeks of this -- sex better than anything he'd
had in his life, wild and wet and free, with the most incredible woman he'd
ever met.  She never told him where she was going as the night ended, never
told him if she'd be back, but every evening she returned to him, her
appetite as insatiable as his own.

   "I'm -- I'm so close!" He grunted, his cock thick and pistoning in her
simmering cunt.

   "Uunnnhhh, you are, are you?  You're gonna cum?  Unnh!  You'll cum on my
boots, you whore!" Catwoman hissed, speedily fingering her clit.  "You
fucking slut, you'll cum on my boots and you'll fucking like it! 
Uuaaaunnh!"

   They were so lost in the desperate frenzy of their fucking that they
didn't notice her at first.  Not until she cleared her throat.

   Catwoman reared back and whirled around, Preston's sloppy cock slipping
from her throbbing pussy as she pivoted, pushing Preston out of the way. 
She went to lunge for her whip but was stopped in her tracks.  Preston
looked in confusion at what could possibly intimidate Catwoman into
freezing.

   It was the Huntress, and she had a loaded crossbow pointed straight at
them.  She was enshrouded by the darkness on the other side of the
apartment.  All that was visible was her masked face and the glint of her
arrowhead.

   Neither Catwoman nor Huntress spoke.  It was as if the first one to say
something, the first one to blink, would somehow lose.  Instead they stood
quiet, motionless, sizing each other up.

   The only noise either of them made was the heavy breathing that escaped
from Catwoman.  She was still sweaty and panting from the fucking Preston
had been giving her only moments ago.

   Her hands were raised, showing she had no weapons nor the intention of
grabbing for one.  It left her breasts dangling free but firm, beads of
sweat running down between her cleavage.

   The sight of Catwoman's bare body like that was hypnotic, even in this
precarious situation, and Preston glanced away from it just long enough to
see that Huntress seemed just as mesmerised by it as he was.

   Maybe it was that incredible sight that inspired the Huntress's next
move.

   She took one step out of the shadows.  Two.  Just enough for the light
to strike her body, so that when she reached for the zipper of her costume
and started to pull it down, both Preston and Catwoman knew exactly what
she was doing.

   They looked at each other in confusion, then back at the voluptuous
vigilante as she pulled the zip all the way down the length of her torso,
exposing her ripe cleavage, her firm, defined abs and her flat, tanned
navel.  Preston could just make out the top of her pubic hair as she
finished unzipping.

   She stood there a moment, the middle of her torso exposed.  Without
looking away from Catwoman's body, she used her free hand to pull aside the
left half of her costume, exposing one full, hefty breast, the other still
trapped in her clothing.

   Catwoman and Huntress stared at one another as if magnetically locked
onto each other's gaze.  Catwoman's tongue flicked out to lick her lips as
she watched Huntress pull down the other side of her costume, exposing her
full rack.

   Her breasts looked to be C cups, maybe Ds.  They weren't as big as
Catwoman's but they were breathtaking nevertheless.  They swayed alluringly
as the Huntress left her top to hang from her waist, dangling against her
tight pants.

   She glanced at Preston a moment, staring deep into his eyes as she
reached up again to unclasp her cape.  The purple cloak fell heavily to the
ground.  She stood now completely topless, wearing her mask, her gloves,
her pants and boots, and still pointing her crossbow at the two of them.

   Preston grew worried for a second as her gaze shifted from his eyes to
his crotch, where his hard cock surged at her attention.  He felt concerned
that, with a weapon in her hand, she might get some kind of crazy thought
when looking at his dick.

   Luckily for him, she did.

   Lowering the crossbow to her side, Huntress walked with slow
determination over to Preston, her heels clipping on the floorboards.  She
stared unflinchingly into his face as she grabbed hold of his shaft, sizing
him up.

   She stroked his dick and squeezed his balls, her face so close to his
that he could feel her warm breath on his lips.  With his shaft still in
her hand, she looked over at Catwoman, who had herself drawn in nearer to
them.

   "I've been watching you for a while now.  You've been a very luck girl,"
she said, emphasising her point by giving Preston's cock a swift tug,
making him groan.  "But it's time to share."

   A smile of sinful delight slid across Catwoman's lips, her eyes flashing
with predatory cunning.

   "I don't know..." she said.  "I don't share well with others."

   "...Please?" Huntress said in a voice suddenly small and girlish, her
face so close to Catwoman's now that she was able to plant petite, pleading
kisses on the villainess' chin.  "I'll do anything you want me to. 
Anything."

   Huntress punctuated her plea by pressing her lips full and firm against
Catwoman's, her tongue sliding out just enough to take a sliding lick. 
Catwoman moaned throatily as she returned the kiss, breaking it off by
taking a tiny, nipping bite of Huntress's bottom lip.

   "You want to be a bad girl, huh?  You want to be dominated?" Catwoman
whispered, her tone dark but still inviting.  "Is that what you
want...Cuntress?"

   Huntress visibly bristled at her name being twisted in such a way. 
Preston wondered if that was enough to snap the heroine out of whatever
lapse she was currently experiencing.

   But instead, her eyelashes fluttering, she bowed her head.

   "...Yes..." She said.

   "Yes, what?"

   "Yes...mistress."

   "Good," Catwoman said.  "Now get on your knees and suck my cream off his
cock."

   Huntress stared at Catwoman for a long time, her expression inscrutable.
Catwoman merely smirked at her in response, as if defying her to refuse.

   Slowly, haltingly, Huntress sank to her knees.

   Preston stood in utter shock.  As if all the events leading up to this
hadn't been strange and unexpected enough, this surely took the cake.  For
a split second he wondered -- was this the Huntress acting completely of
her own volition?  Or had she been affected by the Eros-laced pheromones
given off by his and Catwoman's fucking?

   His train of thought was completely derailed, however, by Huntress's
warm, wet, willing mouth as it parted to accommodate his hard, dripping
cock.

   "Awwh shhheeeezzzuus!" Preston slurred, his hips bucking forward to push
the head of his cock up against her tonsils.

   "Goooood girl," Catwoman whispered, running a hand through Huntress's
hair as the superheroine's head moved up and down on Preston's dick. 
"That's it.  Suck it good.  Swallow all those cunt juices."

   Huntress grunted and groaned around Preston's cock, shifting her gaze
between Preston's pleasure-ridden grimace and Catwoman's sharp, sparkling
eyes.

   "You're a talented little cocksucker, aren't you?" Catwoman said,
watching with rapt fascination as Huntress stroked Preston's balls, pumped
his cock, tonguelashed the swollen head.  "You deserve a reward."

   Catwoman sank into the darkness, the only giveaway of her presence being
the sound of her stiletto boots as she sauntered over to the small leather
bag she'd brought with her and had left on Preston's bed.

   Huntress's eyes went wide when she saw what Catwoman had returned with.

   With one hand, the villainess was toying with her pussy, stroking her
folds and teasing her clit.  In the other, she held a hefty vibrator.  It
was purple and black - her signature colours -- and easily ten inches long.
The head of it was thick, bulbous, and from the shaft sprang a second
prong, designed to stimulate the clitoris.

   The sight of the vibrator had excited Huntress enough to intensify her
sucking of Preston's cock.  She was squeezing him firmly with one hand as
she looked aside, staring at Catwoman, her lips pressed tight around the
thick shaft that throbbed in her mouth.

   "Open wide." Catwoman said with a sinister grin.  She clearly wasn't
referring to Huntress's mouth as she parted the heroine's thighs and sank
two gloved fingers in her steaming cunt.

   "Aauuwh!" Huntress yelped at the suddenness of it -- a yelp that turned
into a low, throaty moan as Catwoman spread her pussylips open and pressed
the thick head of the vibrator against the entrance.

   "Say 'Ah'!" Catwoman said, chuckling with dark satisfaction as she
switched the sex toy on and watched the Huntress light up like a Christmas
tree.

   Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv!, the vibrator buzzed.

   "Ffhhuuuuhhh!" Huntress spluttered around Preston's dick as Catwoman
pushed the vibrator into her pink, yielding pussy from behind, stroking and
spanking her ass as she took inch after sinking inch.

   "Hhhnnhh!  Uuunnnhhhh!" Huntress panted, the vibrations rippling from
her slit through every nerve in her body, making her tremble.  The deeper
the vibrator went in the more Huntress felt it -- and the more it went in,
the closer the second prong grew to her clit.

   When finally the small attachment pressed up against her erect nub,
Huntress practically exploded.

   "Hhfuffuh!  Hfhfhfuuuunnh!  FFFffuuuckkk!" She finally cried out,
Preston's soaked cock popping from her mouth.  Vvvvvvvvwwwuuunnnnnnhhhhhh!,
the vibrator continued.

   "Uh uh uh!" Catwoman admonished her.  "Don't cum just yet -- we have so
many more speed settings to go!" To demonstrate her point, she hit a button
on the handle of the vibrator, its buzzing intensifying.

   VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV!

   "Shhhit!  Shitfuckshiiittt!" Huntress responded, pushing her hips back
and forth against the device, wanting more but unable to take it, as
Preston's dick went unattended.

   "Shame on you!  Letting a perfectly good cock go to waste," Catwoman
said, lowering herself to her knees alongside Huntress, her hand still on
the hilt of the vibrator, which she twisted and thrust in Huntress's
sopping cunt, much to the heroine's shuddering delight.  "Inexcusable!"

   Catwoman snatched at Preston's cock, pulling it free of Huntress's
grasp. Preston braced himself as Catwoman wasted no time in gobbling it
down, pumping the shaft in her iron-fisted grip as she slurped loudly on
the head, spitting and slobbering all over it.

   "FFck!" Preston grunted through tight lips.  Huntress was gripping onto
his thigh as Catwoman slid the blitzing vibrator in and out of her oozing
cunt, pleasuring both her and Preston so intensely at the same time with
such effortless ease.

   Huntress, panting and eyes screwed shut, pressed back hard against the
vibrator one more time and then, as if propelled by the gut-wrenching
tremors, launched herself at Catwoman's lips and Preston's cock.

   She parted her lips to kiss the cat burglar hard and deep, their tongues
melting together around Preston's quivering dick.

   "Hhhhn!" Preston groaned at the overwhelming sensation of it; two sets
of mouths wrapped around his shaft and bulging helmet, soaking it in saliva
as their tongues wrestled against each other.

   "So enthusiastic!" Catwoman said, licking up a stray strand of drool
that had run down her chin.  "Let's see if we can increase that enthusiasm,
hmm?"

   She hit another button on the vibrator's handle and the buzzing
increased in strength yet again.

   VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHH!!!

   "Fhuufhhuuugh!" Huntress practically screamed as the vibrations wracked
her clit and pulsed through the core of her body.  Catwoman grinned,
letting go of the toy, allowing it to run free in the Huntress's juicy
cunt.

   "I'm not forgetting you, doc." She said, looking up at Preston with her
sparkling emerald eyes before opening her mouth to suck on his entire sack,
his balls big and tight against her tongue.

   Huntress managed to relax her muscles enough to lean forward and join
Catwoman, deepthroating Preston's shaft down to the base, her chin brushing
against the bridge of Catwoman's nose.

   "Jesus goddamn Christ!" Preston cursed.  He'd never felt anything so
intense in his life.  He couldn't help but thrust forward, making Huntress
sputter as she choked for a moment on his dick.

   "Mmmnnnnnn!" Catwoman moaned, her purple lips parted around his balls,
her nostrils flared as she breathed through her nose.

   She reached up to continue Preston's handjob, only to find Huntress
already busy with it.  Never one to be dissuaded, Selina joined in, timing
her rhythm to Huntress's as they both stroked Preston's dick with
everything they had.

   She and Preston had fucked enough times now for her to know when he was
getting close, and he was making all the telltale signs now.  His
breathing, his straining body, it was all leading to his moment of
climax...

   So of course, Selina broke off all contact, standing so suddenly and
with such determination that both Huntress and Preston were stunned into
still silence, staring at her ass as she turned to walk away, pulling the
vibrator from Huntress's cunt as she went.

   "Uuunnh!" Huntress moaned in obvious disappointment, breaking off her
sucking of Preston's dick, who in turn blinked in confusion.

   They watched as Catwoman once again slunk through the shadows, aiming
for Preston's bed.  This time, however, she crawled onto the sheets, her
perfectly toned ass stuck high and proud in the air.

   She bent forward to lean on one shoulder as she slipped a hand between
her legs, offering the vibrator to her own pussy this time.  It clicked and
whirred into life as she pushed it slowly, teasingly into her cunt,
groaning as she did.

   "Nnnnn-uuuuunnnhhhhh!" Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv!

   Both Preston and Huntress were mesmerised by the sight, her athletic,
pin-up star physique outlined by the moonlight.

   "Cuntress," she said, snapping the both of them back to reality.  "Over
here.  Now."

   Huntress hesitated a moment, still not willing to fully submit, but
eventually she moved to stand, only for Catwoman to snap,

   "On your hands and knees!"

   Huntress glared at her but Catwoman only stared back expectantly. 
Preston watched as Huntress haltingly dropped to all fours and started
crawling toward the bed.

   Catwoman, contented by her victory in the small battle of wills, pushed
and pulled the vibrating dildo in and out of her rosy slit, the attachment
buzzing her clit pleasantly.

   "Mmmmmnnnhhhh." She moaned blissfully as Huntress edged over to her.

   "M-mistress?"

   Catwoman regarded her with a sultry, calculating look, before planting a
hand on one of her curving asscheeks and prying herself apart.

   "Lick my ass, Cuntress."

   Huntress, on all fours, made no move to respond.

   "Lick it!" Catwoman repeated firmly, pushing her ass into Huntress's
face.

   The superheroine stuck out her tongue, skimming the tip of it along the
curving edge of Catwoman's asscheek, barely sideswiping the pink ring of
her hole.

   All the while the vibrator buzzed along in Catwoman's bubbling cunt. 
Selina cried out as all three of her most sensitive erogenous zones were
stimulated simultaneously.

   "Fuck yesszz!" She cursed as Huntress drew her tongue along her asshole
in a long, drawn-out lick, making Selina squeeze her eyes shut and throw
her head back, her dark curly hair whipping through the air.

   When Catwoman opened her eyes again, she found Preston standing beside
the bed, presenting his shiny cock to her.

   "Mmmm...what's up, doc?" She said with a devilish grin, before lurching
forward to enthusiastically swallow his dick.

   "Unnhhhhh yyyyyeaaah." Preston groaned as Catwoman fucked him with her
mouth.

   Without prompting, Huntress took hold of the vibrator and started
working it in and out of Catwoman's cunt, leaving the villainess free to
reach a hand up to wank Preston's cock.

   "Fffffff!" She hissed, her mouth breaking free of the rigid shaft as
Huntress dipped her tongue inside her asshole while cranking the vibrator
up another notch.  It hummed against her clit, doubling the moistness of
her already drenched pussy.

   She paused only for a moment before heartily deepthroating Preston
again, his shaft sliding over her tongue and down her oesophagus.  She
sucked his cock like a pro as he and Huntress double-teamed her, dick in
her mouth and dildo in her cunt.

   The pleasure of it was so overpowering that Selina could feel herself
losing control -- something that she didn't want to happen until she
allowed it to.

   Grabbing Huntress's hand, Catwoman pulled the vibrator from her pussy
and switched it off as she rolled over in the bed, pushing her now empty
cunt up into Huntress's mouth.

   "Eat me!" Catwoman sneered and this time Huntress instantly obeyed,
sucking on her clit and eagerly tongue-fucking her sodden slit.  "Eat my
pussy, you superhero whore!"

   Preston, seeing his opportunity, swiftly mounted Catwoman's torso and
slid his rigid cock between her giant breasts.  Without hesitation, she
clamped her hands to her tits and squeezed him between them, glaring up at
him with a leering boldness.

   "You wanna titfuck me, huh?  Is that what you want, you fucking
bastard?" She hissed beneath him, spitting into her cleavage to lube
herself up.

   "You know I do," he replied, his cock growing even harder as he spoke.
"You have such incredible breasts -- all I want to do is fuck them."

   "Then do it, baby," she encouraged him, her tone growing almost sweet.
"Fuck 'em hard!"

   All the while, Huntress supped on her syrupy cunt, offering up two
fingers to diddle her and frig her clit.  Catwoman, her legs kicking and
her breath ragged, grunted and squealed as Preston started fucking her
tits.

   Selina's face was red and sweaty beneath her mask.  She'd started out in
control, had tried to retain it, only to end up very much at the whim of
her two lovers...and she was relishing every second it.

   She could feel the pleasure welling up inside of her, and she couldn't
help but wonder how long she could hold out before she came.

   Catwoman's breasts juddered as Preston fucked them with broad,
deliberate strokes, basking in their tight, satiny smoothness.  While
pressing her breasts together for him, she pinched and tweaked her nipples,
murmuring all the while.

   "Fuck my tits, you dirty prick," she moaned.  "Fuck my big tits while my
little superhero slut licks out my fucking cunt!"

   Huntress muttered at the acknowledgment, concentrating on tongue-lashing
Catwoman's swollen labia and slurping up every drop of trickling cunney
juice.

   "Unnh, fuck!  Fuck!" Catwoman screamed, overcome as Huntress sucked her
clit and Preston started to speedfuck her breasts, his balls hot and heavy
on her torso.

   Huntress, knowing exactly what to do, picked up the vibrator again and,
wielding it like a sword, stabbed it into Catwoman's gushing cunt,
switching it on to its maximum setting as she sheathed it fully inside her.

   VVVVVVVVVVVVWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!!!!!

   "Ohhhh FFFFFUUUUUUCKK!" Catwoman screamed, thrashing desperately on the
bed as she came so hard she squirted, gushing on Huntress's face and
smothering Preston's dick in her tightly clenched tits.  "Fuck fuck
FFFFFUUUUUHHHHHH!"

   Catwoman cried and sobbed as her orgasm completely overwhelmed her.  It
was a long way from the control she'd exerted earlier and Huntress couldn't
help but smirk to herself as she one-upped the powermad bitch.

   The victory, however, was short-lived.

   Her pussy still wet and throbbing hot, Catwoman wrestled her way free of
Preston's thrusting dick, grabbing Huntress and pushing her roughly onto
the bed.

   "You did a good job in making me cum, Cuntress," she said.  "But now
it's your turn!  Doc?"

   She looked up at Preston as she pushed Huntress's legs as wide apart as
she could.

   "Fuck her.  Hard."

   Preston, his dick still gleaming from Catwoman's saliva, looked at
Huntress.  The naked desire on her face told him the heroine wanted this,
the single nod of her head confirming it.

   He positioned himself on the bed, his engorged shafthead pressing up
against the Huntress's frothing folds.

   "Do it," Huntress whispered to him, her eyes glinting behind her mask.
"I want your dick in me soooo baaaad."

   Preston, never one to torture somebody, obliged her.  He sank his shaft
into her, the helmet pushing in past her foaming pussylips.

   "Ohhhh sshhhhhhiiiiitttt!  Unnnhhh!  Ah!" Huntress breathed and yelped
as Preston pushed deeper and deeper inside her to Catwoman's smirking
satisfaction.

   "I always knew all an uptight superhero needed was a good fucking," she
said, stepping off the bed just long enough to retrieve her bullwhip.  She
strolled back, playing with it in her hand.  "Lucky for you I'm here to
supervise."

   Catwoman didn't allow Preston to bask in the feeling of fucking
Huntress. Instead, she gave him a swat on the ass with the whip, barking a
command at him.

   "Faster!" She said.

   Preston, taken aback at first, nodded dutifully, thrusting his hips
quicker and quicker, his pelvis slapping against Huntress's.

   "Harder!" Catwoman shouted with another lash of her whip, forcing
Preston to go faster and faster until he was slamfucking Huntress, the
mattress bouncing beneath them as the superheroine screamed her delight.

   Fine welts on Preston's ass glowed white, turned red, but he hardly
noticed as he threw himself entirely into fucking the Huntress with
everything he had.

   "Ohhhhh yyyyyessss!  Yes!  Fuck me!  Fuck me so hard!"

   Catwoman, satisfied with Preston's tempo, climbed onto the top of the
bed, her stilettos digging in the sheets, her hips poised over Huntress's
head.  Huntress opened her eyes just in time to see Catwoman's cunt before
she planted it on the heroine's face, smothering her with her dripping
slit.

   "Mmmphhhhh!  Mnnmnnn!" Huntress moaned, gripping Catwoman's thighs as
she returned to eating out her pussy.  Catwoman took hold of Huntress's
legs in turn, holding her wide open for Preston to fuck her as hard and
deep as he possibly could.

   "Hhhhnnnh!  Unnnhhh!  Mmmmnnnhhhh!" Huntress warbled from beneath
Catwoman as Preston's cock rasped along her G-spot, his dick lodged deep
within her.

   "Mmmmm, yeah.  Fuck her deep." Selina muttered.  She couldn't help but
be surprised when she felt Huntress's hands reaching up to paw and squeeze
at her breasts.

   She laughed wildly in response, riding her mouth, slipping up and down
on Huntress's lips, her tongue, her chin.  She took hold of Huntress's tits
in return, squashing them together, playing with them.

   Huntress was gasping for air against Catwoman's cunt.  Selina smothered
her with it one last time before sliding forward, planting her ass on her
chest, her crack in the heroine's face.

   "You're fucking her so good," Catwoman told Preston as he continued to
slam against her, the pleasure overloading his senses.  "But what's say we
kick it up a notch?"

   The infamous cat burglar leaned forward, seeking out the Huntress's clit
with her gloved hands.  With one set of fingers she pried the vigilante's
folds apart, with the other she started to flick and swirl the engorged
nub. The reaction was instantaneous, electric.

   "Auuuhh!  Ccuuuhh!  Frrrrruuuuuhhhhh!  Oh fukk!" Huntress screamed
against Catwoman's ass.  "Oh fuck!  Oh fffffuck!  I'mgunna -- fucking --
CUM!"

   Huntress writhed beneath the two of them, her hips bucking against
Preston's ever thrusting cock.  Her scream of pleasure was muffled as
Catwoman pressed her ass against her face, grinding her tiny pink asshole
against her lips as Huntress cried out in ecstacy.

   "That's it, my lovely Cuntress!  Cum!  Fucking cum for me!" Selina said,
spitting on Huntress's clit as she speedily whacked it off.  Huntress was
kicking her heels against the edge of the bed, her nails digging into
Catwoman's thighs.

   "SHUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!  FFFFFFF-UUCCCCKKK MMMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

   Her pussy was a torrent of fluid as she came, popping and fizzing and
exploding, hot lava bliss flooding her entire body.  Her cunt muscles
surged tight.  It was more than Preston could handle.

   "Oh God!" He cried out, and Catwoman knew.  He was at his limit.  It was
time.

   "Shoot it, doc!  Shoot it thick and full all over my fucking face!" She
managed to egg him on just in time as he pulled his sweltering cock out of
Huntress's sloppy cunt, erupting in a white hot geyser of pleasure.

   "Oh sweet fucking Christ!  Unnnhh!" Preston grunted as he came, his
sticky spray exploding all over Catwoman's waiting face and Huntress's
creamy clasping, cunt.

   Selina cackled with lascivious delight, sticking her tongue out to
collect the fat drops of spunk as they rocketed from Preston's shaking
cock.

   Sparkling white semen collected like dew drops in her long eyelashes. 
It ran down her cheeks, over her purple lipstick and dangled from her chin
to splatter between Huntress's thighs and in the heroine's black streak of
pubic hair.

   "Hnnn!  Aarrh!" Preston grunted as he tugged the last of his jizz from
the straining head of his cock, making sure Catwoman got every drop of it.

   "Mmmmm...fuck yeah!" Huntress groaned beneath the two of them, her legs
shifting in the sheets, her toes curled.  "You did such a good goddamn job
of painting her fucking face..."

   Catwoman turned on Huntress.  Though her face was messy with Preston's
sperm, her expression was nevertheless deadly.

   "I don't recall giving you permission to speak, Cuntress." She snarled.

   "S-sorry, mistress." Huntress said, lapsing straight back into
character.

   "You're going to have to make it up to me," Catwoman said, pulling
herself up to kneel on the bed, stray drops of jism hitting her on the
tits. "...lick my face clean.  Now."

   Huntress's lips trembled, as if she considered questioning the order and
then thought better of it.  Instead, she slunk on all fours to kneel in
front of Catwoman and, extending her little pink tongue, began to lick
Preston's warm cum from the purple latex of her mistress's mask.

   The sight of Huntress sponging and sucking up every drop of his filthy
load from Catwoman's beautiful face insured that Preston was fully hard
again only moments after an already powerful orgasm.

   He couldn't help but stroke himself as he watched the heroine run her
tongue over the villainess's lips, along the creamy white of her exposed
skin and the sheeny material of her costume, gathering all of his pearly
fluid on her tongue, swallowing it as she went.

   "Ah ah ah!" Catwoman wagged her finger at Huntress just as she was about
to gulp down the last of Preston's load.  "Don't forget to share!"

   A wicked little smile found Huntress's lips as she leaned forward,
joining Catwoman in a hungry kiss that allowed Preston's spunk to flow from
one beautiful mouth to another and back again.

   Saliva and semen mixed as the two ravishing beauties swapped the cum
between them, their kisses loud and smacking as they rolled their tongues
together.

   Finally, when they both had a generous amount between them, they
swallowed, cleaning each other up with a smattering of kisses on the lips.

   Preston, still busy stroking himself as he watched, froze suddenly when
Catwoman turned an arched eye his way.

   "Keeping yourself busy, are we?" She asked to Huntress's giggling
amusement.  "Don't worry, doc.  We've got all night.  Now get on the bed."

   It seemed the kiss that Catwoman and Huntress had shared had worked as
some kind of anointment -- in that moment, the power balance had shifted,
with the two women now on top and Preston very much on the bottom.

   This hunch of Preston's was confirmed as they both grabbed him and
pushed him onto the mattress, working in silent coordination with each
other to lash his wrists to the headboard using Catwoman's whip.

   They settled in on top of him with Catwoman straddling his lap, her
claws scratching into his chest, while Huntress lay at his side, playing
with her pussy as she absorbed the sight of his bound body.

   "Comfortable, doc?" Catwoman said, flashing him an animalistic grin. 
Before he had the chance to answer she grabbed him by the dick, his shaft
hard and veiny in her gloved hand.  "Not too comfortable, I hope."

   She raised herself up and planted herself firmly on his cock, every inch
of it sliding up inside her slippery cunt with ease.

   She fucked him hard and fast as Huntress lay beside them pleasuring
herself with two fingers, then three, before finally retrieving the
vibrator and bringing herself to another screaming orgasm with it.

   "Auuh!  Unnnnhhhh!  Oohhohhhuunnn!" She cried out as she exploded.

   Catwoman wasn't far behind, fingering her clit as she slammed herself up
and down on Preston's dick, Preston bucking against his restraints the
entire time.  He could feel himself getting closer again, even as Catwoman
threw her head back, her breasts swaying as she screamed,

   "Hnnhhh!  Hoh!  Fuuucckkkk!  Making!  Me!  Fucking! 
Ccccccuuuummmmmmmmm!"

   Her pussy tremored around his shaft as she continued to hump up and down
on him, riding the wave of her crescendoing climax, before slumping
forward, sated.

   As Catwoman panted, regaining her breath, Preston couldn't help but rock
his hips beneath her.  He was so agonisingly close...a fact that Catwoman
didn't seem to miss.

   "Aw, you didn't get to cum?" She asked in a mocking, cutesy tone,
pulling his cock out of her to his obvious anguish.  "Don't worry your
sweet little head.  I told you we had all night, didn't I?  Huntress."

   Huntress snapped to attention, cut short of languidly rubbing the dildo
against her throbbing folds.

   "Your turn, baby." Catwoman said, placing a kiss on Huntress's lips. 
Huntress smiled broadly, manoeuvring herself into position above Preston's
cock, Catwoman holding it steady for her.

   As he watched Huntress's lithe, sculpted body in the moonlight, watched
her as she sank herself down on his aching dick, one thought occurred to
Preston.
   Dawn was a long way off....