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“Yeah, pup, you’re a natural,” Knockout said, coming onto the debauched scene with no discernible surprise. Not even the presence of Harley Quinn and Encantadora in similar dishabille to the woman currently being serviced could give her pause.

Knockout felt a tingle in her sex already. She moved to answer it, walking up to Kon where he was pumping into Enchantress and standing before him. She took him by the head and guided his mouth between her thighs. When she squeezed them together, his flesh was pleasingly thick and muscled between them. The resistance he offered to her clenching muscles sent a horny little thrill up into her womb.

“That’s how you work it when you’ve got a tight little pussy to play with. Just rut it and rut it until it’s all broken in. But now that you’ve got that slut sorted out, how do you think you can handle mine?”

His flaring nostrils pulled deeply at the crotch of her one-piece costume. The feel of his exhale heating against her groin made Knockout moan. Much as she might prefer his prick, under other circumstances, it was fun to think of him servicing her while taking care of Enchantress too.

Dora and the clown laid beside the magic-user’s rutted body, amusing themselves with caresses of both Kon and his bitch, but a look from Knockout kept them silent and in their place. Only she had the confidence to approach Kon and demand head from him. Only she could see the erotic possibilities of those sharp teeth in his wide mouth.

Lording over them with a keen eye for the appreciation they’d no doubt show, Knockout slid the crotch of her costume out of the way, baring her cunt to Kon. Harley gaped at the sight of her exposed pussy, while Dora’s eyes went to Enchantress, drawn by the howl she let out as Kon increased his pistoning into her flattened acceptance.  And Kon shoved his stubbled maw into her groin, eager to get his tongue into the delicacy she’d whetted his appetite for.

“Come on, pup,” she breathed. “You’re getting a good feel of the inside of that cooze’s cunt. Now have a taste of mine. Let her have your cock, but give me that tongue.”

Of course, she didn’t expect his tongue to be too much for her the way his cock was for Enchantress. Knockout would enjoy this odd little orgy for a while, as a bit of foreplay, before claiming his member for her own. His hot and ticklish lapping would only sate her some.

“Ooohh!” Knockout cried instantly, arching her back the moment she felt Kon’s tongue lick hotly between her labia lips. She’d never felt him there before, tasting her like that, and the sensation was wild, maddening.

His tongue laved her folds with wet fire and she rolled her ass like she would on stage, when she was fingering herself because she might as well get off while she was letting the latest crowd of perverts drool over her body.

Maybe Kon would actually make her come with his tongue deep in her pussy. He definitely seemed to like the idea; actually going down on her instead of trying to rush through the preliminaries and get to her cunt wrapped around his prick. Perhaps because these ‘preliminaries’ felt as good to him as they did to her. Knockout wondered if her climax would be bigger than Enchantress’s. She quivered all over.

Kon worked his tongue as far into her cunt as he could get it, spreading her labia lips wide. He growled deep in his chest, as if incensed that he could get some of the taste of her womanhood but not devour all of it. Not yet.

Knockout’s eyes rolled up into her head. It was good for her—a luscious reminder that as sensual as she was, her own fingers could never do for her what a man could. She shoved Kon’s head down, forcing him harder against her heaving pussy. Her hips rolled, lifting to his tongue, fucking his nose, while the pleasure grew heavier inside her.

“Yes, Kon!” she panted, tossing her hair from side to side, breathing harshly. “Eat me up… just eat my pussy!”

The beastman seemed to understand, to obey, his long thick tongue pressing harder into her. Or perhaps he liked her taste better as she grew hotter, her arousal more copious, and started to come. Knockout felt like her clit was glowing, her sex burning hot on the inside, wetter and juicier with every swipe of Kon’s tongue. She pumped her hips jerkily, quivering and gasping with each trip she made on his piercing tongue.

When it came, it was a beautiful climax, a thrilling delirium that made Knockout rut Kon’s face as if she could fuck his tongue. That made her stomp her sculpted legs and dig her fingers into Kon’s wild hair.

“C-coming!” she gasped. “Oh, Kon, you horny fucking animal—you’re getting me off!”

Her heels slipped out from under her and she fell back, but was held up by Kon’s hands—massive paws that seemed to dwarf her fragile-feeling body. She could only trust them to keep her in place as racking shudders rolled through her taut body. She orgasmed, hard, her eyes slamming shut and her teeth locked together. The little light in the room seemed to flash on and off until Kon let go of her, releasing her to fall back limply—drained and unable to give him more of the sweetness he desired.

Weakened and spent, Knockout lay flat on Enchantress’s body, feeling the flesh beneath her roil as Kon continued to ram into it. Her lush breasts heaved and her mind spun like an airplane in a tailspin. She still thought Kon was licking her burning pussy; she hadn’t realized he’d stopped. In fact, her pleasure was so thick, so tightly wound inside her, that she came again just from the thought of this decadent treatment continuing.

She was as quick to remove her already abbreviated green one-piece as she had ever been on stage.