Parahuman Three-Way Team-Up

"I don't like to hit a lady, but you ain't no lady."

Fightin' Flyer's punch connected solidly and Diamond Girl flew backwards across the street, stopping when she hit the brick wall and setting her teeth rattling and her breasts jiggling. She wasn't hurt by the impact, but was reconsidering the idea of committing crimes in an evening gown. Especially since she'd fallen out of it twice.

"If you're done with her, Flyer, I could use a little help!" Girlastic had Air Scout bound up tight to a light standard using her rubbery arms and legs and was using her extended fingers to tickle and distract the heroine.

"I can help in a few seconds," called back MPH, "Machine-Gun Molly's going to run out of bullets soon." Her words were punctuated by the tings of the bullets being deflected by the speedster's manhole cover shield.

Fightin' Flyer took the bumper out of the wreckage of a late-model sedan and wrapped it around Diamond Girl, binding her arms to her sides. Diamond fell out of her dress again but Flyer had already turned to help his sister. He grabbed at a piece of Girlastic and started trying to untie his sister. The rubber woman was squeezing Air Scout in a way that made her breasts bounce and caused her to moan slightly. There was a stirring below his waistband as he watched. Why does that keep happening to Jen? It's like she's a magnet for perverted crooks.

Girlastic shouted at him, "Let go of that, you big oaf! It's sensitive!"

Flyer squeezed. Girlastic let out a groan and retracted herself back to normal shape, leaving Fightin' Flyer squeezing a handful of breast. Molly lay on the ground with a manhole-patterned red mark on her face. MPH ran up with a roll of wide handyman's tape; soon Girlastic was a tape mummy.

MPH said "Stretch out of that" to the wiggling girl.

After turning the three bound felons over to the police the trio headed for their Secret Sanctum, a.k.a. Kent and Jennifer's house.

Fightin' Flyer sighed as MPH, a.k.a. Jane Thomson, peeled out of her leather bodysuit in the living room. Jennifer had insisted on bringing the other girl into their team, and he had to admit they were more effective as a trio. However, he was really uncomfortable with both girls stripping out of their super-suits, and everything else for that matter, in the living room. It was like they were trying to raise his lust. After the last time, though, there was no way that was going to happen. Still, Jane's bosoms were both enormous and firm, and every time he saw those huge nipples he wanted to... STOP! I am not thinking this!

Jennifer leaned on the doorframe. Twelve whole seconds, just like Jane had said. Jane's cool-down stretches had exactly the opposite effect on Kent. It was now over twelve seconds before he looked away and blushed. That was the cue.

Jane stood up and did one last bust thrust. "Time to hit the showers. You coming, Kent?"

Kent had turned at her voice and caught himself staring again. "No, you two go. I'll use the upstairs shower." The VERY COLD upstairs shower.

Jen wagged her finger. "No Kent, you use the downstairs shower; the upstairs shower is too short. We'll climb in together and wiggle our bodies against each other."

"Jen!"

The giggling girls laughed and flounced up the stairs. Kent watched their fine asses go, then shook his head and headed for the basement workout room.

Kent didn't undress until he could hear the pipes vibrating with flowing water. It wasn't above Jen to sneak down and surprise him after saying she was going upstairs. His Flyer suit went into the locker, except for the undershirt and shorts which landed in the laundry hamper. He paused to admire his six-foot-four monolith of a body while the shower was warming up. Finally he stepped in.

The water temperature dropped a couple of degrees. Have to get the water heater checked; the girls shouldn't be running it so hot that the reservoir drained. Kent finished working the soap into a good lather and began rubbing his face and neck.

"Hi Kent."

Kent jumped so much that he lost his footing and fell to his ass on the tiled floor. Through soap-stinging eyes he saw two forms with him; the downstairs shower had been designed for four people and was now three-quarters occupied.

"What's wrong?" he asked, staring up at the underside of Jane's bosom.

"Nothing," said Jen, "we just thought having two showers going was a waste of water. In the spirit of conservation, this is the new shower arrangement."

"But the water was running upstairs!"

"Until the pipes said the downstairs was going. You're not the only one who listens to the house, Kent."

Jane leaned down. "Now, would you like some help getting up?"

"No, I think I'll just sit here." There is no way they're getting a chance to...

Jane dropped into Kent's lap while Jen crouched and made her breasts a neck pillow for her brother's head. Both girls thrust and rubbed their bodies against him in the guise of soaping him down. Little Kent stood firm and straight as a twelve-inch flagpole.

"Girls! This isn't right!"

"It's not right to clean you, Kent? Do you want to be a dirty boy?" Jane ran a soapy hand up the length of his dick.

Jen ground her soapy thighs into his back, then flipped over so she was hovering upside-down with her tits in front of his face.

"Oh God yeah, the water is directly hitting my-"

"JEN!"

Kent looked down to see and feel Jane lying on him and licking his helmet while crushing and rubbing his shaft between her breasts. A momentary glance was all he got before his sister started breast-scrubbing his face. He could feel Jane's teasing tongue and Jen's deep moans and realized he should get out of there, but it was too late. His seed let go full ****.

Both girls were blown backward and soaked with his cum. They stared in awe as the water mixed with it and started it dripping down from Jen onto Jane, who was catching bits of it on her tongue.

"Are you satisfied with what you've done, girls?"

"Oh no," said Jane, "and if our last experience was any indication, neither are you." She slid forward and pushed herself onto his cock, vibrating as she did so to ease the fit. Once she was fully impaled she started slowly and inexorably sliding up and down, continuing the vibration as she did.

Kent finally surrendered and started massaging Jane's breasts, taking special care to tease her nipples with his thumbs.

"That looks like a two-person job," said Jen as she floated down, still inverted. She planted butterfly kisses on the back of Jane's neck and shoulders as her hands reached down and stroked the mountains along with her brother.

Jane languished in the attention, leaning back and kissing Jen's dangling breasts. She took each in hand and alternated suckling at each firm nipple as her passion rose. Her cunny tightened as her hips worked Kent's member harder and slower. She was totally lost in a lasting moment of ecstasy...

...and then the fire hose went off. Kent's stream of cum was forceful enough to lift Jane right off him, then pressure-wash her clit and prolong the moment until all she could do was moan and whimper. It sprayed up her body and between her tits and left her and Kent dripping from neck to crotch until the flow from the shower started sluicing it away.

Jane stood on wobbly legs and shifted off of Kent's lap. Jen returned to right-way up and floated down. "My turn now."

"Jen, please, you're my sister..."

"You're not comfortable with this, bro? Then I have another idea." She lathered up her hands and started soaping his dick from helmet to balls. "You know, soap," she turned and settled her ass onto his tip, "makes an excellent lubricant."

Kent felt the tight pressure as his sister's ass slowly, and with much gyration, worked its way down his length. Jane was massaging his back and shoulders and Kent heard a whisper in his ear. "You know, her tits are totally unattended at the moment. You should do something about that."

The little bit Jen's tits lacked of Jane's in size they made up in sensitivity. Under Kent's firm kneading and stroking Jen started moaning and crying in ecstasy. When Jane's finger found her clit and started vibing it she totally lost coherence.

"Nnnh! Ahh! Ahh-hh-nhh! Ohh-hh! Ahh-hh! K-k-k-KENT! Yah-ahh-aahh-aaaaahhhh-eeeee!"

The **** of his seed popped her off him and she grabbed his balls for dear life as the liquid sprayed over her cunt and chest and eventually into her mouth, where she lapped it up as fast as she could. Jane stuck her face in the stream as well and kissed Jen, both of them slurping up the cum between lip-locks. Then both girls planted their messy lips on Kent's cheeks.

"God Kent, that was awesome!"

"You are the best big brother ever!"

Kent looked from Jane to Jen and back again. The fuse had been lit.

"We're not done yet."

Both girls' eyes widened like saucers.