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Duela walked through the department store with a flushed face. Sojourns outside the Hive Academy were rare. And even if most of their wants and needs were provided for by the Hive, there was just something about shopping that couldn’t be replicated.

She wasn’t thinking about that, though. She was horny. She needed a fat cock. Had needed it more and more since she’d fucked Jason.

She glanced quickly at Jinx, her companion for some girly bonding time, who was examining a dress. She wondered if a tongue would satisfy her needs.

“You okay, Duela?” Jinx asked, breaking into her thoughts. Stockings covered her long legs, only giving way to a black leather minidress at her upper thighs. The scalloped hem of the dress gave an impression of bat’s wings, which was continued by the vampiric collar and the bell sleeves that nearly overtook her hands. Her pink hair was teased out into two monstrous horns, framing a wry, pale face. Her physique was slender, lithe, swallowed up by the dress that covered her much like a rain slicker, with her skin leeched of color by her magicks. Nevertheless, accoutrements like her jeweled choker and hints of blush on her cheeks kept her grayness from being too overwhelming. Instead, it became exotic—like the fine sands of some deserted beach.

Duela broke out of her admiration of Jinx and that sylph-like body. Later. Just a little later. “I’m sound as a pound, babe!”

“You seemed zonked out. For once. Not your usual brand of crazy.”

“Oh, I’m fine. Just daydreaming a bit about my daddy.”

“Yeah, yeah, the Joker, I know.”

Duela smiled enigmatically.

“If you don’t want to shop, we could stop for lunch,” Jinx suggested.

“I’m not hungry, but I could use a drink. How about you, magic? Wanna knock back a few long soldiers?”

Jinx blew air through her lips, looking dubious, than nodded. “Okay—might as well see if anyone buys these fake IDs the Academy gave us.”

***

Jinx mumbled, voicing a response to some dwindling dream. Her lips smacked together. She sighed sleepily. She felt good. Her sex—something tickled there, pleasurably, teasingly. As good as she’d ever done it with herself, and that was because she was doing it with herself. She was on her back, one hand between her warm thighs, cupping and rubbing her cunt with rhythmic insistence. It felt nice. It felt really nice.

A few long soldiers, her ass.

Jinx supposed she could’ve worried about where she was or where her clothes were or where her hand was (in her pussy, as you’ll recall), but her head felt leaden and the bed felt soft and her hand felt amazing. She drifted off again, keeping her fingers moving for as long as possible.

***

Now she woke up with her hand on her thigh, no longer wet. It must’ve been hours. The light in the room had gone from brightness to a complete dim, so either she’d woken up and drunkenly flicked a switch—unlikely, unless it was her own—or the sun had set.

Her other arm was numbed, trapped under some weight. Huffing a yawn, she turned her head and saw Duela stretched out beside her on the bed. She looked like a woman in need. She was moaning and lurching slightly, her fingers tangled in the waistband of her thin panties.

The only other thing she wore was the belly-baring halter top she’d had on for their shopping trip, purple with a green color and a yellow carnation on the breast. It was buttoned even less than it had been earlier, one lone fastener holding it together over her breasts but leaving her cleavage and abdomen totally bare. The straight stretch of flesh from underboob to scant panties was downright enthralling. She’d taken off her arm warmers; Jinx recalled a joking, not so joking striptease to Duela’s own hummed music…

Memory returned to Jinx like an unreceived e-mail. Duela had wanted more to drink, always more to drink, closing out the hotel bar—someone had said they had to be guests of the hotel to stay past a certain hour, so they’d taken advantage of the Hive’s expense account and booked themselves a room. Then they’d gotten tired—it was hard work, lifting a pitcher of beer—and one of them had the bright idea of resting somewhere. And they’d had the hotel room, even if it was only a single…

“Mmmmm,” Duela sighed in her sleep, her tongue running over dry lips.

With her on her back, Jinx couldn’t help but notice Duela’s well-filled top. Her breasts were huge, the imprints of her nipples showing through. But even more interesting was the way Duela kept pulling at her panties. More and more of their crotch was sinking into the vee of her pussy. Soon, one pink labia lip was uncovered, then the other, the crotch-band pulled tight between them. Jinx remembered how much fun she’d had taking the Titan girls hostage. Seeing them all tied up in their skimpy little outfits, straining and struggling to get free…

What the hell. She was a villain after all. Jinx reached out to cup one of Duela’s thrusting breasts. Even through the top it felt soft, succulent. She slid her hand inside the practically open halter, massaging the other globe skin to skin. The hard nipple nestled in her palm. She licked her lips. It wasn’t as cool as you’d think from the whitened body paint. It was nice and warm.

She stroked down the soft curvature of Duela’s belly, then gently ran her fingers back and forth over the exposed cunt lips. Duela groaned. Her hands released the waistband of her panties, gripping the sheets instead. Her legs spread wide open.

“Mmmmm… Jason… got more cum for me?” Duela mumbled.

Jinx froze. Jason? No way! Well, yes way, but maybe Duela was a lesbian and she was just having a weird sex dream. It’d happened to Jinx too. She kept imagining her and Kid Flash…

“What about Jason?” Jinx whispered.

“No, Jason, not in my ass, please. Put it in my pussy—pussy’s soooo hot.”

Jinx sank back and rested her head on her pillow. She’d just heard Jason was getting his hands on Bumblebee’s buns. How many people was the man dating? How many straight women were there at the Hive Academy?

“Okay,” Duela moaned, “put it in my ass, I need it so bad, just put it in…”

Her voice drifted off, but her hands went back to her crotch, rubbing and circling and her hips lifting into the touch, raising high enough to expose the cheeks of her soft ass. Her panties didn’t really cover them either.

Jinx found herself staring hungrily at the half-exposed cunt. It looked wet. So damn wet. Growling, she grabbed the panties and slid them down Duela’s hips, then forced herself to pause. Slow down. Ease her fingers into Duela’s pretty pink pussy, going in just below the blood-gorged clit.

“Mmmmm, yeaaahhh,” Duela sighed. Her breasts heaved against her top and Jinx plucked at the final button until they rolled free. Her left hand caressed them lovingly, squeezing with gentle pressure to get the nipples big and fat. She bent and kissed them, sucking in one, the other, her right hand fingering Duela, her left squeezing her tits. She licked the white mounds until the body paint started to come off. It tasted like vanilla.

She couldn’t stroke Duela’s tender, heating cunt anymore without looking at it. She bent down to watch her fingers. The plump labia lips were darkening wetly, the moistly scented folds inside making her mouth water. It reminded her of what Starfire’s pussy looked like underneath her skirt, but Jinx had never gotten to use her mouth on her. Well, on anything but her nipples, and that didn’t count, it’d been through her crop top.

“Gooooood,” Duela moaned, hunching against Jinx’s hand. Jinx could feel her hot pussy squeezing in on her finger, see those big white breasts shining with saliva as they heaved in the dim light. She pushed another finger in alongside the first, her thumb pressed down on the straining clit, chasing it as it slipped and slid underneath her thumbprint. Duela went wild.

She screamed, her voluptuous body shaking convulsively. Her hips lifted, circled in the air, as if trying to escape the pleasure Jinx was sending rippling through her. Then, orgasmic, she collapsed, quivering and babbling to herself.

Jinx was more turned on than ever. She bent her head to Duela’s sex.

***

Angel stood up nervously, feeling Jason’s eyes on her, and began to dance. It didn’t take long for her to feel the music, her body shaking the way Jason wanted to.

“That’s right, bitch,” Jason said, snapping pictures. “Now you know what to do. Shake that sweet ass! Spread your legs wide for the camera!”

Angel danced her way down onto her back, spreading her legs wide as Jason took pictures of her pussy, even putting her fingers up inside herself and squirming with pleasure.

Still, Jason felt oddly left out. The day just seemed a little uneventful, despite all the work he’d gone through to seduce the HIVE student.

Oh well, he supposed everyone had an off day.

***

Duela was suddenly aware of her clit. It felt soft. Warm. Wet. Exquisite. She gasped and writhed as the folds of her sex were sucked at, licked, nibbled. “Oh, no-o-o, ahhh, ahhhh!”

Her already muddled senses reeled as her hips swung with another orgasm. Hands were gripping the cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart. She felt a tongue. It was a tongue, right? It snaked through the crevice of her ass, stroking its way to her tender, sensitive anus.

“Uhhh!” Duela gasped again. Jinx’s tongue had stabbed her asshole, piercing it, laying deeply into her ass. Duela shuddered and mewled as the warm, wet feeling grew and grew. Jason had been the first to show her all the fun she could have in her ass; now she couldn’t resist it.

“Ohhhh, Jinx!” she cried, her breasts wobbling heavily on her chest. “It’s good, it’s good, I love it! Lick my asshole, fuck my asshole! Oh, yesssss!”

Reaching down, she opened her own ass to Jinx, spreading the cheeks wide, stretching the rubbery ring of her anus, exposing the pink inner walls. Jinx forced her tongue inside, licking until she ran out of breath, then pulling free and circling the puckered asshole with her middle finger. Laughing, she staked her finger into the heat and tightness of Duela’s asshole. Duela screamed as she was anally penetrated. When Jinx sucked in her clit again, she was lost in orgasm.

“Fuck me, Jinx! Fuck me, fuck me!”

Jinx prowled up her sweat-soaked body like a roaming lioness, mounting her, pushing herself against Duela’s warm flesh. Her own wet sex met Duela’s. The fire of their contact blazed intoxicatingly, and ran even hotter when they kissed. Moaning happily, Jinx began swaying, grinding herself against Duela’s body, plastering herself to Duela’s cunt.

For pleasurable, uncounted hours their world consisted of soft, pleasuring tongue and talented, wandering fingers. Until, exhausted by orgasms that had grown too intense even for their willing bodies, they slumped together in blissful afterglow, lying in each other’s sweat-slick arms, panting into each other’s mouths as they extended their last kiss into a soft eternity. Duela purred contentedly, like a cat, while Jinx smiled like the Mona Lisa.

Duela wiped her mouth of what Jinx had fed. “I didn’t know it could be like that with a woman!”

“Nice, huh?”

“Nice! It was the most gee-whiz-bang thing I’ve ever done!”

“Better than Jason?” Jinx asked, keeping things casual with an idle stroking of Duela’s breasts.

“You know?”

“These days, it seems safer to assume a female’s been penetrated by that man than not.”

“Geez, Jinx—I don’t know whatta say!”

“Was he good? Did you like it?”

Duela exhaled as Jinx caressed her. “Yeah. He was the best daddy I’ve ever had.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

“No one else’s ever done it in my butt. But this seems like my week for it. By Sunday, I’ll need one of those donut cushions to sit on!”

“I’ll get you one,” Jinx said. “You’ve earned it.”

Duela reached over and lifted her palm between Jinx’s thighs, feeling the warmth and wetness she had left behind. “We talked about you, ya know. Me and Jason.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. He’d like a favor. We’re kinda all planning something together and if you could cast a love spell for us—“

“A love spell? From what I hear, he’s the last person who needs that.”

“He’d be really grateful. And that’d make me really grateful.” Duela leaned in to whisper over Jinx’s ear. “You could visit my ass again. With a strap-on this time. A big one. Jason taught me how to take big ones.”

“And what makes you think I’d be interested?”

“Because my hand just got wet.”

Jinx smiled. “I think you’re getting to know me a little too well.”

“No such thing… mommy.”

They dressed quickly and left the hotel, not noticing the curious stare of the clerk that followed him. First clocking their satisfied expressions, then dropping to their jiggling asscheeks. He licked his lips.

Yes, Jason thought. Everything was going according to plan.