A powerful threesome

Angelica makes the first move on Natasha, kneading her large breast as she circles Natasha's tongue with her own. You climb onto the bed beside them and run your hands along Natasha's muscular back. Natasha shudders under your touch and Angelica's tongue, and she orgasms onto the sheets once more. She keeps making out with Angelica, but you flip her on her side to help her clean up.

You lick the inside of her powerful thigh and run your tongue all the way from her knee to her labia, collecting nearly a mouthful of girl cum along the way. You reach your prize and insert you whole mouth into Natasha's crotch. Her sweaty sweet taste is heavenly to you, and the microscopic squirming leads you to put a hand between your own thighs. You finger yourself gently, circling your own clit with your hand, as you circle Natasha's clit with your tongue. You could spend years inside of her, but Angelica's delicate hand pushes you away. Angelica licks downward from Natasha's valley of tit flesh, across her large and tightly packed abdomen, before finally attacking Natasha's pussy from the top. Angelica climbs over Natasha and Natasha lifts Angelica's pussy towards her own face, eating and licking like mad.

Thrown forcefully out of the loop, Angelica guides your free hand back to Natasha's pussy. You stuff two fingers into Natasha, then a third, and move them violently. Natasha screams a deep muffled scream into Angelica's pussy and Angelica enjoys every second. She cums in Natasha's face and the shuddering babe causes Natasha to have her own orgasm. You watch as the veins in her neck tense, her shoulders and arms bulge, her abs contract, and her vagina squeezes with intensity it breaks your fingers.

*CRACK* "What was that?" Natasha shows genuine concern. You pull your mangled hand, dripping with Natasha's lust, out into the open. Angelica wretches, and Natasha profusely apologizes, but it takes a significant moment before either asks how you feel. You stare at you broken hand, fingers twisted every which way, and scoff. You don't feel pain. "I feel fine." Natasha and Angelica are concerned even moreso, "You feel fine? Your nail is touching the back of your hand?" Natasha's more curious as to why than apologetic now. "I'm not sure," you say. "I don't want to feel that kind of pain I guess." The energy in the room has died, and both parties are too curious for their own sake. "So you willed yourself not to feel pain?" You gain your own sense of curiousity at that thought, "I guess I could will myself to feel pain." You think for a moment and searing, pounding agony rings from your hand. You scream in every octave you could reach before you decide to will your hand into healing.

Bones **** themselves back into place, all the while tears stream down your face under the pressure. Your hand has reoriented itself in a terrifying passion, yet it feels better than before. You could change the rest of your body to feel the same. You never messed with your own form earlier, but now you had an audience, and a few ideas...