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Patsy Walker knew something was wrong. It wasn’t that anything was off, specifically. In fact, it was all nice. Maybe too nice. Was that a thing? Too nice? The air seemed crisp, maybe even a little pure, which was odd for New York she supposed. Then again, who had ever heard of complaining because the air was too clean?

Patsy tapped her finger against her chin, trying to rationalize the feeling into making some sense. It was like she didn’t have the words to explain it—like if everything had been painted yellow, but she couldn’t talk about it because the entire concept of color had been wiped from her mind, the way they said that the ancient Greeks couldn’t conceive of the color blue or however that worked.

Sue Storm and Jennifer Walters sat with her at the café table. Unusually, Jen was the one who proved perceptive enough to see something was wrong. “It’s like there’s something off, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but I can’t explain what’s off! It’s frustrating!”

“Like… when they rerun an old sitcom episodes and they cut out a scene to make room for more commercials. You know the episode isn’t the same as when you first saw it, but you can’t remember it well enough to know what they changed!”

“Exactly!”

Sue snorted with amusement. “I think you two have spent too long with Spider-Man. His neurosis is rubbing off on you. You’re making a whole panic attack out of being bored. Oh, my cake’s here.”

The waitress had arrived, one of three on shift. This one was white, her pale skin showing everywhere but where her apron covered her. On seeing Sue signaling to her, she turned around and presented her ass: tight, round, and firm, as trim as her taut thighs and flat stomach. It was just what Sue had ordered. She happily buried herself in the ass, tongue pushing out to find the sphincter that would let her at the white waitress’s most pleasurable nerve endings.

Patsy and Jen’s cakes arrived then too. Patsy had ordered coffee cake: a Hispanic woman as athletic as a high school track and fielder, her ass jutting out with the firm muscles that made it up. While Jen had ordered chocolate. Her waitress was black, with a thick, weighty ass that had some fat to it, jiggling with the slightest movement in big, quaking jumps.

“Eat my ass, kitty!” The Hispanic woman grabbed Patsy by the hair and pulled her closer to her well-muscled hindquarters. Patsy’s nose quickly ended up between her glutes. “Lick! Rim me! Give your tongue to my cula!”

They all heard Patsy slurping, licking up and down the cleft in all that supple muscle. The sound excited both of the other women. Sue swirled her tongue around her vanilla cake, while Jen leaned in to sample her chocolate with a series of kisses to all that bouncy roundness waiting to surround her head.

“Ohhh YEAHH!” the Hispanic woman moaned. “Get your tongue in there deep! YESSSSS!” She rotated her ass in Patsy’s face, screwing her asshole on that tongue. At the same time, she pumped her hips in Sue’s direction, as if wishing she had a tongue for her pussy to go with the one in her ass.

Sue, though, was very satisfied with her vanilla. But not so satisfied she didn’t pull back to deliver a last word on the subject: “Enjoy the boredom while it lasts. We’re lucky to go a week without an emergency. Teach yourself to appreciate it now—you never know when our next little ‘vacation’ will come around.”

The black woman got down on her knees, legs bent with her ass high in the air. Jen kneeled behind her and ran her tongue up and down those weighty buttocks. Patsy stared at them out of the corner of her eye, wondering if maybe she shouldn’t have ordered chocolate too.

“Oh shit, you’re driving me crazy, you hot bitch!” the black woman grunted, her voice so intense that Patsy felt her breath touch her skin. Her eyes bulged as Jen licked a slow path down the warm flesh in back of the black woman’s thighs, her hair swaying over the black toes that were wiggling around in anticipation and ecstasy. “God, now lick my ass again, I want your tongue in my ass so bad!”

“Do you want me to stick a finger up that ass?” Jen asked teasingly, her voice low and husky with enjoyment.

“Oh yes, God yes, fuck me with your finger and your tongue!” the black woman moaned and flopped over onto her back before pulling her knees up to her chest. “And you can play with my pussy too—my pussy is all yours!”

Patsy sighed. “Why do they always have to try and upsell you when you already know what you want to eat?”

But she might as well. She forced her hand between the Hispanic woman’s legs until she touched her slit, toying with the looseness of the opening. It clenched at her touch and she pressed a finger into the tightening of it, massaging gently to make it coil, release, clench up more. She felt the shift of the woman’s muscles on her tongue, rolling through her asshole like a shockwave from all the convulsions going through her sex.

She pulled her tongue back, giving it a rest. “Well, maybe you’re right, Sue.” She looked at the bubble butt before her, eying how the anus she’d played her tongue over now winked and flared. Her free hand drew a glute aside, letting her see how the sphincter reacted to exposure, the cool air on it making the muscle seem to roil. “Still, I feel like I’m missing something… something obvious…”

And she moved in again, pushing her tongue inside the woman, feeling the effects of the sodomy on the finger she had in the woman’s cunt.