~ 02/22/2022 ~
~ Greetings to one and all! Here is a story that was inspired by someone I am a huge fan of, RyokoMist. She has a scene with Terry, Max, and Chelsea in her story "Wrecked" that gave me this idea. This is the first naughty story (of many) I'm posting here and I hope you all enjoy.
However, to be clear I must say again...
WARNING! RATED M FOR STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT! MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!
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We all good? Okay! Enjoy! ~
Impassioned Desires
With college, came an interesting direction in life for Terry. His life as Batman hadn't changed but most everything else had. His mother remarried and she and Matty moved to California; Dana broke up with him not long after graduation and moved to Europe; and most of his high school friends had moved away. Except for Max and Chelsea. While Terry and Max's friendship had deepened, it was their friendships with Chelsea that had reached a new height. Terry was so close to Chelsea, as well now, that he had moments where he considered telling her his secret identity. But so far, decided against it.
The three of them were at Chelsea's home one night, a house gifted to her by her father. Chelsea's parents moved out of Gotham, but they were so grateful that Chelsea chose to go to college, and actually took it seriously, they bought her a medium-sized house on the outskirts of the city.
After hosting a part, Chelsea, Terry, and Max were sitting around in her living room and talking. Everyone else had gone, leaving the three of them alone. As they were talking, Chelsea studied Terry and Max. She had been around them so much, she finally saw something that she was amazed took her so long to figure out.
She decided to tackle the subject and, hopefully, have a little fun at the same time.
Chelsea poured some wine into a glass. "So, I got something I wanna talk about."
"What's up?" Max asked as she ate a chip.
Chelsea took a sip of wine and stared at them. "We're all friends here, right?"
"Yeah," Terry answered, suspiciously.
"That depends," Max said, equally skeptical. "Where are you going this?"
"I'm gonna ask a question," Chelsea said. "I'm gonna be blunt at as hell. Are you both ready for that?"
"Maybe," Terry said, hesitantly.
"I'm scared," Max admitted.
"Last chance," Chelsea said.
Terry and Max looked at each other. The number of questions Chelsea could have were numerous and possibly dangerous. But she was their friend.
And they trusted her.
They looked back at Chelsea and nodded.
Chelsea smiled. "Okay." She set her glass down, leaned back in her chair, and folded her arms. "Have you two ever fucked?"
Terry and Max froze in place, staring at Chelsea in silence for thirty seconds.
"I beg your pardon?" Terry asked.
"Fucked," Chelsea repeated. "Boned. Did it. Had sex. How ever you wanna phrase it. And I mean with each other."
"Chelsea, what the fuck?!" Max asked, quickly.
"Yes, that. Except you know 'the fuck' I'm talking about."
Max groaned as Terry tried to figure how to answer that.
"I've finally found a way to make you both so quiet!" Chelsea looked at Terry, "C'mon, Terry! You've been hanging around Max for years and she's easily the sexiest woman in Gotham. You can't tell me you don't… fantasize."
Terry's face just turned red.
"Knew it."
"Chels…" Max said, dropping her face in her hands.
"You're just as bad!" Chelsea interrupted. "And you and I both know it! We've had our talks."
Max looked up in a shot. "CHELSEA!"
Chelsea just smiled. "Look, you two. You're both hot. You're both still single! And, for another thing… I know you both want each other. Maybe… you're even in love with each other."
Terry and Max looked at each other, then immediately looked away.
"Again, knew it."
"Okay, so, why are you pushing this?" Max asked.
"I'm not pushing anything," Chelsea smiled. "If you think I am, then maybe it's you pushing it."
Max rolled his eyes.
"Never pegged you for bi, Chels," Terry admitted.
Chelsea shrugged. "I wouldn't really say I totally am. Just hot for certain people."
"How'd I make that list?" Max asked.
"You're sweet, funny, and kind. And you have tits and ass people would kill over."
"Well, she's not wrong," Terry shrugged.
"Oh, my God, Terry!" Max shouted.
Terry shrugged again.
"I mean, come on!" Chelsea groaned. "You can't tell me you two have never wanted to bang each other!"
Terry exhaled. "Well, I'd be a lying if I said 'no'."
Max looked off. "Thought about it, once or twice. Maybe more."
"You never told me that."
"You never told me that."
"See?" Chelsea said. "All this damn, dancing around one other two do. Holy shit, it's annoying." She looked at Max, "You're always single!" She looked at Terry, "And for the love of God, you and Dana broke up years ago! Get over it!"
Terry chuckled. "You're really sure of yourself tonight, Chelsea."
"Eh. It's the wine. And before you say it, I'm not drunk. Drunk, I wouldn't be able to put a convincing argument together. You both know that."
Terry and Max looked at each other, admitting that was true.
"Now, kiss."
They both looked at Chelsea, alarmedly.
"Excuse me?" Max asked.
"Kiss!" Chelsea repeated. "That's the first hurdle you two need to get over!"
"Chelsea!" Max said.
"What?!"
"Look, even if you're right, which has varying degrees of accuracy, right now, this isn't something to force!"
"Oh, God!" Chelsea rolled her eyes. She grabbed Max's shirt and pulled Max toward her, crashing her lips into Max's.
"Whoa," Terry whispered.
Chelsea broke the kiss, leaving Max dumbfounded and mouth agape. Chelsea looked at Terry and repeated the process.
"Whoa," Max whispered.
After the kiss, Chelsea licked her lips. "Hm. Not bad, you two. I think you'll enjoy if you do it with each other."
"Chelsea, what the hell?!" Max asked.
"Just try it, once. If you both don't like it, we'll forget this entire event ever happened. I promise."
Terry and Max looked at each other, nervously.
"She's gonna bug us until we do it," Max said.
Terry stared at Max for a few seconds then, instead of making any kind of joke, firmly admitted, "I'm not gonna hide behind that, Max." He took a deep breath. "She's right. I really want to do this."
Max stared at Terry for a while then sighed. "Yeah, me, too."
"SCHWAY!" Chelsea said, excitedly.
Terry and Max both shook their heads but stared at each other. Tentatively, they moved toward one another. A bit of nervous nearly held them back but they cautiously pressed their lips together. After a second, the tender kiss became a full-on embrace. Chelsea just sat back and took another sip of wine.
After they broke the kiss, Terry and Max stared at each other. "Wow," they said, simultaneously.
"Toldja," Chelsea smirked.
"Okay, okay," Max breathed out. "You had a point."
"I know." Chelsea eyed them both curiously. "You guys ever had a threesome before?"
"CHELSEA, WHAT THE HELL?!"
"What? It's a question."
"We just said we've never slept together!" Max reminded.
"I didn't mean with each other," Chelsea said. "I meant at all."
"No!"
"Not me," Terry said.
"Hmm. So…" Chelsea said taking another sip of win.
"So, what?" Max asked.
"So! What about… the three of us? Threesome, I mean."
"Oh, shit," Terry blinked.
"Okay!" Max glared at Terry. "I'm convinced all of this was your idea!"
"I swear, I had nothing to do with any of this!"
"He's right," Chelsea admitted. "It's all me."
Max looked back and forth at them, "You know what's scary? I believe you!"
"So?" Chelsea smiled, dangerously.
Max held scowl then started becoming a little nervous, "I dunno…"
"Oh, look! Suddenly, you're so timid! Listen, it's just to get you two over this last hurdle. That and I'm horny and have wanted to fuck both of you for a long time. If you're both out, and I mean if you really don't want to, we can drop it. I'm serious."
Terry thought for a while. He shrugged, "I mean…" he looked at Max, "I absolutely want to with you, no question. And, yeah, this scenario is every guy's dream come true."
Max and Chelsea laughed.
"But if it makes you uncomfortable, Max, or makes you… weird about you and me, then it's not worth it."
Max stared at him. "You care that much about me… that you'd let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity pass?"
"Yeah," Terry declared, confidently. "I honestly would."
"If that doesn't make you wanna bang him, nothing will," Chelsea joked.
Max rolled her eyes but looked back at Terry, "And this… wouldn't make you see me any differently?"
"Sexier," Terry shrugged. "I didn't think that was possible."
Max studied them both. Terry was never one to play with people's emotions and the curious part of her had some questions about Chelsea. Plus, she was lying to herself by not admitting that this was all turning her on.
Max rolled her eyes and smiled. "I can't believe I'm about to do this."
"You can always say 'no'," Chelsea teased.
"That's the problem. I actually want to!"
"I WIN!"
"I knew she was gonna say that!" Max groaned.
"She kinda does, though," Terry shrugged.
"Oh, whatever! You're the one who wins!"
"I call it a three-way mutual victory," Chelsea stood up. "Speaking of three-ways! Follow me, love birds." She walked toward her bedroom.
Terry and Max looked at each other, nervously, but stood up and followed after her. They went upstairs and Chelsea opened her door, revealing her impressively-sized master bedroom.
"My first time seeing this room," Terry admitted.
"That's 'cause you're always being a gentleman and not coming up here," Chelsea replied. "Especially since you didn't want Max to think we were having sex."
Terry paused.
"I know you better than you think I do, McGinnis. Though Max has been in here plenty, helping me with clothes. Seeing her down to a bra and panties is pretty much confirmed I have bi-tendencies, if nothing else."
Max giggled and groaned while Terry shook his head.
Terry observed the room then looked at Chelsea's bed. "And why do you have a California king bed?"
"I like the space," Chelsea smiled. "Like it's a secret I'm spoiled as hell." She started removing her top.
Max froze. "Ya know… now's a good time to bring it up…"
"Cosmetic surgery, yes," Chelsea preempted. "Jeez, Max, took you long enough to ask. It's been six months!"
"We both noticed," Terry admitted. "We were just… nervous about asking."
"You could've asked. I did it so people would notice!"
"Fair. But… well, it's not like you went overboard."
"I didn't want to," Chelsea replied. "Just… a confidence booster."
"You were already sexy, Chels," Terry asserted.
"Thanks for that," Chelsea said. "But… I did it for me. Two cup sizes so I could fill out a bikini and lingerie a bit better." She took off her sports bra and tossed it aside. "And I think it turned out alright." She put her hands on her hips, thrusting her chest out so her bare breasts were on full display. "Don't you guys think so?"
Terry's face immediately went red while Max shook her head. "Seriously," Max said, "how long have you been planning this?"
"I haven't! I'm serious! I just took advantage of the situation. Don't you two want to do the same?"
Terry and Max looked at each other, nervously.
"That's a yes. But first!" Chelsea walked over to her music player, "Terry, sit down. On the bed." She hit a few buttons and subtle, erotic music began to fill the room.
"Oh, shit…" Terry whispered as he sat down.
Chelsea looked back at him. "You're a good guy, Terry. Sweet, considerate, thoughtful. You've never tried to just fuck us and we both probably would have if you'd asked. I think… you've earned some fun." She looked at Max. "Don't you think so, Max?"
"I showed I could twerk once…" Max groaned.
"Everyone knows you can twerk! I'm talking about your damn-near stripper routine! Nice try!"
"You never showed me that!" Terry declared.
"Ooooh!" Chelsea grinned. "I get to watch Terry's maiden voyage on the journey of Max's goddess body! I am so happy right now!"
The music was slow and absolutely had an erotic feel to it. Max couldn't deny it was putting her in a mood.
Even more so was the look in Terry's eyes.
"I don't have the sexiest clothes on," Max admitted.
"A rare case when you're wrong," Terry replied, confidently.
"And I just keep winning," Chelsea whispered. She went and sat on her bed, leaning against the headboard.
Max focused on Terry and the look he was giving her. It was all the motivation she needed; the music just gave her a rhythm to follow.
Max's dance was sensual, causing Terry's pulse to speed up almost immediately. She moved closer to carry, climbing on to his lap, slowing grinding against him. Chelsea felt herself getting more and more turned on the longer Max's dance went on.
Soon, Max felt Terry brush against her thigh. It was starting to become more than she could take. She began to lift off her shirt, Terry giving her a hand, revealing a black, lace bra underneath.
Terry stared at Max's chest in wonder. He'd seen her in a bikini before it was hard not to stare at her then. In this setting, it was all he could do. For the moment anyway.
Putting her hands behind Terry's neck, Max resumed grinding against him, pleased with herself when she heard him grunt.
Terry looked back down at Max's chest and couldn't stop himself from planting a small kiss in between her breasts.
"Oh, shit…" Max whispered as she felt a chill run through her body.
"I can't tell which was hotter," Chelsea noted, "that kiss or the reaction."
Max looked down at Terry and they kissed again.
"That's hotter."
Terry and Max made out for a while before breaking the kiss.
"Terry," Max whispered, "I want you."
"I want you," he replied.
She moved from on top of him and removed her leggings, revealing her panties matched her bra.
"Whoa."
Max blushed. "I've… never seen you look at me like that before."
"I try…" Terry swallowed, "not to… too often."
Chelsea got up and walked behind Max, "Stop teasing the poor man, Max." She unhooked Max's bra in the back. "He's such a gentleman. Let him be rewarded."
Max slowly slid the bra off, standing naked as Chelsea.
"Whoa," Terry said again.
"That's more like it." Chelsea removed her pants and her panties in motion, tossing them aside. She squatted down and slowly began to pull Max's panties down.
"Ch-Chelsea…" Max said.
"I'm just adding to the show." After pulling Max's panties down, Chelsea kissed her thigh, causing Max to gasp. "And don't forget I'm here too."
Terry and Max almost laughed.
"So!" Chelsea smirked. "Whip it out, McGinnis. Let's see what you're workin' with!"
Terry exhaled and shrugged.
He stood, undid his belt, and lowered his pants.
What Max and Chelsea saw caused them both to stare in amazement.
Terry's lower half was even more impressive than his upper half.
"Holy…" Chelsea began.
"Shit…" Max said in wonder.
Chelsea smiled. "Alright, Max. He's your boyfriend. You get first dibs."
Max was too entranced to argue. Her eyes met Terry's, she walked over to him, and they kissed one another again.
"Well, alright," Chelsea smirked.
They broke the kiss and Max said, "Sit down."
Terry did as instructed.
Chelsea crawled on to the bed, resting against the headboard again, to enjoy the show.
Max crawled back into Terry's lap. They both looked into each other's eyes, confirming they wanted this.
Max slowly lowered herself down until Terry was completely inside her.
Once he was, Max's eyes widened immediately. "Oh, God…"
"Damn!" Chelsea whispered.
Max began to slowly grind her hips against Terry, getting herself adjusted to him.
"Fuck, Max…" Terry groaned.
"Dammit, Terry!" Max exhaled. "We should've done this a long time ago!"
"Hell yeah!"
Their speed and intensity increased the longer they went on. Both of them getting lost in the passion they had saved up for each other for years. Chelsea just smiled as she enjoyed the view and pleasured herself.
As Max grinded her hips against Terry even faster, she practically growled out, "I needed this! Oh, shit! I needed this!"
"Beats playing with yourself," Chelsea joked.
"BY FUCKING MILES!"
"Max!" Terry gasped. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Me, too! Do it! Don't pull out! Please!"
They slammed into each other as hard as they could until they reached the height of their pleasure. They fell back on the bed, Max crashing on Terry's chest.
"Oh, wow…" Chelsea moaned. "This is really hot."
Max took a moment to catch her breath. "Oh. Wow!"
Terry exhaled.
"Aww! I wanted a turn!" Chelsea laughed. "Well! I guess it couldn't be helped. The first time for the two of you and all. I can until next time."
Max was still breathing hard but gasped. She slowly removed herself from Terry, staring at him in shock. "Uh… Chels?"
"What?" Chelsea looked at Terry and saw what Max said.
Terry was still hard.
"Oh, damn."
Terry smiled a bit. "Working out a lot… kinda built up my stamina?"
"Fan-fuckin'-tastic!" Chelsea smiled. She looked at them both. "May I?"
"I'm not answering that," Terry replied.
"Yeah," Max answered, breathlessly. "You can have a turn, Chelsea."
"I suddenly feel like just a piece of meat. I like it."
Chelsea giggled, "Shut up and move up a bit."
After Terry moved up further on the bed, Chelsea looked at Max, "Keep your boyfriend occupied while I work." She turned around, her back to Terry, and took hold of Terry's member, enjoying the feel for it. "Oh, yeah. This is gonna work just fine!"
Max kissed Terry on the lips while Chelsea slowly lowered herself down until Terry was completely inside her.
Chelsea's eyes widened as she breathed out, "Whoa…" She smiled, ecstatically. "Fuckin' awesome!" She began to slowly grind against Terry.
Terry and Max broke the kiss and looked at Chelsea. "Holy shit, this is hot," Max breathed out. She lifted up further, bringing her breasts closer to Terry's face.
Terry didn't need any further instruction. Licking, suckling, slowly tracing each nipple with his tongue. Max felt she was close to another orgasm from this alone.
Chelsea kept grinding but it wasn't long until she let out a scream, "OH, FUCK!" She moved herself from top of Terry and sat at the edge of the bed. "DAMN!" She rubbed herself for a few seconds as the orgasm passed. She caught her breath and sat for a moment.
"You okay?" Max asked.
"Yeah," Chelsea laughed. "Just… been a while for me, too."
All three of them laughed.
"Oh, Dana would hate me if she found out about this!" Chelsea joked.
"You better not!" Max declared.
"Whatever! Like I wanna open that can of worms!"
Max shook her head. She looked at Terry. "Uh… can we…"
"Hell, yeah!" Terry replied.
Max laid back on the bed as Terry climbed over her. They kissed again as Terry slowly slid himself inside of her. Max gasped but smiled, "Is it possible it's better the second time around?"
"Here's hoping it's better every time," Terry smiled.
Max wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm sure it will be."
"Watching you two, alone, is enough to get me off, jeez!" Chelsea admitted.
Terry began to thrust himself into Max, causing her to moan. Chelsea crawled over to them and kissed them both before sitting up on her knees and enjoying the view, once again.
After a few minutes, Max couldn't even verbalize the oncoming orgasm. She just inhaled sharply right as it came over her.
"FUCK!" Max screamed as the orgasm hit her. She began bucking her hips wildly against Terry as he did the same. After a moment, Max slowed down, causing Terry to follow suit.
Chelsea smiled. "So… was I right yet?"
Max caught her breath. She stared up at Terry and pulled him down to her, embracing in a deep passionate kiss.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'," Chelsea said.
Using her own impressive strength, Max gently rolled herself and Terry over, so she was on top of him as he lay flat.
"Your turn to lead?" Terry asked.
"Can't let you do all the work." Max began to slowly grind herself against Terry.
Chelsea leaned back, licking her fingers before rubbing her clit again. "God, you two are fuckin' hot!"
"This is…" Max said, breathlessly, "oh, damn! This is all your fault!"
"Thank me later."
Max kept riding Terry while Chelsea gazed at them.
"Uh, Max?" Chelsea asked.
Max looked at her.
"Would it be okay if…" Chelsea motioned toward Terry.
"Are you seriously asking permission?"
"He's your boyfriend now," Chelsea smirked. "And more or less, I've been asking your permission all night."
Max let out a laugh in between moans. "S-Sure."
Chelsea moved over, situating her slit over Terry's face. "Consider this the best night of your life, McGinnis."
"Already done," Terry smiled.
Chelsea lowered herself down and in an instant Terry went to work.
Chelsea let out a yelp of pleasure and surprise, as she almost fell forward. She shivered, "How the fuck does his tongue know exactly where to go?!"
"Well," Max said, "he's… he-he's always been a… good talker."
They stayed in this position for a few minutes but it was becoming too much for even Chelsea to take.
Chelsea gripped the sheets, "Oh, shit, shit, shit, I'm gonna fucking cum again."
"Just let it happen," Max said, seductively. "Let it go, Chelsea."
Chelsea bit her lip, holding her breath. A moment later, she let out audible moan and moved from on top of Terry. Chelsea laid on the mattress, shivering. "Oh… fuck," she whispered.
Max and Terry looked at her, smiling. They looked back at each other and Max leaned down.
"Proud of yourself?" Max asked.
"None of this was my idea," Terry replied.
"You didn't stop it."
"What sane man would?"
"Good point." Max moaned. She placed her hand on Terry's face, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. "Keep going."
They continued, even matching each other intensity they closer they came to orgasming.
"Max!" Terry grunted. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Yes!" Max moaned. "Give it to me! Don't stop! Don's stop, don't stop, don't stop!"
Explosion.
Max screamed and Terry just grunted as he thrust himself into her.
Slowly, the haze wore off and the reality of everything set in. Terry and Max looked at each other and kissed again.
Chelsea slowly began to move. "I… love it… when I'm right!"
"Oh, shut up," Max breathed out.
Max moved from on top of Terry and they all laid in the bed, exhaustedly.
"So, was I right or was I right?" Chelsea smiled.
Max rolled her eyes. "Whatever!"
"I gotta admit," Terry said, "that was awesome."
"Oh, don't even try that!" Max chided. "You know feel like the alpha male and shit!"
Terry shrugged.
"To be fair…" Chelsea said, pleasurably, "…he fuckin' killed it!"
Max rolled her eyes, "Yeah, he did."
"But, yes! You two are finally over this hurdle and you're official! About damn time!"
Terry laughed.
"But," Max said, "our agreement is still in place. This is never gonna happen again."
"Agreed," Terry said.
"Yeah, yeah," Chelsea replied.
They laid in silence for a while.
Terry smiled. "I'm pretty sure I can convince my boss to let me take a weekend off and head to the Bahamas during the summer. I think he owns part of an island. We could have a private villa."
"I like the Bahamas," Chelsea smiled.
Max thought it over then groaned. "Fine! Then, it's never gonna happen again."
"Suuuuurrrre," Terry and Chelsea joked.
"I hate you both."
~ Well, how was that? Let me know, please! I would love the feedback!
In case anyone is curious, yes, I do have an idea for a sequel. That may be a ways out. We'll see.
I'm out! ~