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She still tied the apron on, figuring that she was unlikely to deny Bruce Wayne the sight of her ass under normal circumstances. If he wanted to look, he was welcome to. She might not even mind him doing more than that—it hadn’t done Vicki any harm.

“What’s really interesting is this,” Bruce said as he walked back to Summer, untying the belt of his robe. “Semen itself makes a marked difference in the health of the pregnancy. If the mother and the father use condoms or practice outercourse during sex, the baby can be born a full pound lighter than if they have unprotected sex. It’s these hormones that the mother gets from swallowing semen during oral sex or receiving it through penetration. Isn’t it amazing what a big difference spitting or swallowing can make?”

Vicki swore and got down on her knees as Bruce approached, grabbing hold of his waistband and wrenching his pants out of the way. Summer boggled at the sight of her taking his half-hard cock in hand and desperately masturbating it. She’d known Vicki for a long time and never seen her act like such a slut. It was like she was addicted to sex with Bruce—literally needed him—so that his casual conversation, as uncouth as it was, had aroused her to the point that she couldn’t stand going without his cum any longer.

“Please, Bruce, let me suck your cock! Then you can eat my pussy, I know you want to. I love you, Bruce. Let me show you how much. And you can show me how much you care about me! Please, Bruce, for the baby?”

Bruce glanced at Summer. “Summer, please, eyes on your work. I hate to waste food, but I’d never serve burnt eggs. And don’t worry, this won’t take long. Not with Vicki’s cocksucker lips blowing me.”

With his implicit permission granted, Vicki clutched his erect cock to her face. Summer gasped as she saw it, a huge, thick snake covering fully half her features, giant and meaty, deliciously long. Just made for pleasing a woman.

“Ohhh, Bruce, I can never believe just how big your cock gets for me!” Vicki said in a little moaning voice before she wrapped her lips around his engorged cockhead.

Bruce fixed Summer with a look. “Really now, Summer, if you burn those eggs, I’ll take you over my knee.”

Harley moaned and writhed on the floor, like a woman caught in the middle of a vivid dream.

***

Mary Batson stepped out onto the back porch of her house and was instantly bouncing nervously on her heels, her pert teenage body jiggling up and down. She was wearing a skimpy white bikini under a half-open terrycloth robe, having gone out for a swim in the pool that took up the backyard of her foster family’s house. Only to be surprised by Dick Grayson and Kara Zor-El lounging around the pool.

They had changed out of their superhero costumes. Dick wore gray sweatpants, but was bare-chested, while Kara wore a pink hoodie and skinny joggers from Victoria’s Secret, as well as heart-shaped sunglasses. She lowered them when Mary showed up—smiling as she got a good look at the fullness of Mary’s firm, youthful breasts and the sleekness of her creamy thighs.

Mary pulled her robe shut over her barely clothed body, blushing. “What are you doing here, Kara?”

“Mary, is that any way to greet an old friend?” Kara floated to her feet and sauntered over to Mary, her own well-developed hips swaying provocatively, shaking the word PINK written on the ass of her pants. Her breasts jellied inside her sweatshirt as if they were not restrained at all. “You said I could come over. I just thought I’d take you up on your offer. You make such tempting offers…”

Mary pulled her robe tighter around herself. She and Kara were old friends, all right. When she’d been corrupted by Black Adam, Kara’d had her own personal issues—wearing an all-black suit, trying to kill Superman, and generally acting like a full-blown slut. Even if she was cured now, Mary didn’t like the memories it brought up to see her again. They’d really been out of control then.

“That was a long time ago,” Mary said. “After everything that’s happened…” She bit her lip. “Maybe we should just steer clear of each other. “

“Why? Because of what we did when we were ‘under the influence’?” Kara strode closer to Mary. “That was a long time ago too. Can’t you let go of it? We had such great chemistry—it’d be a waste if we let a bunch of things we weren’t even really responsible for come between us.”

“It’s not that we were responsible for them, it’s that we enjoyed them.”

Kara smirked at her. “You enjoyed them? All those nasty, naughty things we did with no inhibitions—“

“That’s just it,” Mary interrupted. “No inhibitions. So it wasn’t really us.”

“Maybe. Maybe it was the us we’d be if we didn’t always do what we’re told. I’m sure your wizard is a great guy, but you can’t tell me he knows how to have a good time.”

Mary cocked her head, looking at Kara oddly. “Are you feeling alright, Kara? You’re not back on… you know… the way you were?”

“Of course not, Mary. It’s not like the world is divided into good girls and bad girls. I just think we could stand to loosen up a little. That’s why I brought Dick here.”

“Dick?” Mary repeated, her eyes on the man who had shown up with Kara. She balled her fists in worry. What if he was some villain who had done something to Kara? He seemed non-creepy—familiar, even—but she didn’t know if she could trust that…

“You know, Nightwing? He’ll chaperone us,” Kara assured Mary. “Surely you don’t think Nightwing would do anything wrong.”

Mary relaxed, now recognizing the man—the handsome set of his jaw, the same eight-pack of abs she saw under his skintight suit. His sweatpants obscured how good his legs looked, but that just made her wonder more what was under it. Some kind of swimsuit, obviously, but what kind…

“Hi… Dick,” Mary said awkwardly, waving at him. “I didn’t know you and Kara were friends.”

“We have a lot in common,” Dick said, equally awkward.

“Can’t believe he has time to hang out with us,” Mary said, her voice lowered in shrill fangirl glee. “I’m not even a Titan!”

“He has to tan sometime,” Kara cooed, slapping Mary’s shoulder. “Why not with us?”

“Yeah,” Mary drawled, liking the sound of it. She still wasn’t sure what to make of this new/old Kara, but Dick would hardly be spending time with her if she was being bad. “I guess we can’t get into too much trouble, just sunning ourselves by the pool.”

“Of course not,” Kara said, picking at the bottom of her sweatshirt. “Why don’t you go lie down next to him? I bet he’d love to get to know you.”

Kara zipped inside to get a speaker, then brought it out to set it on the patio. She plugged her cell phone into it and put on some mellow, relaxing music. Kara got the volume just right as she watched Mary’s curvy young body sprawl out on the lounger beside where Dick was sitting.

“And you don’t know Dick yet,” Kara muttered as she stripped off her own outerwear to the skimpy bikini underneath.

***

Vicki raked her teeth gently over Bruce’s long, hard erection. He gasped with lust, even used as he was to having her mouth, and she rewarded his utterance by trying to get more out of him. Flicking her wet tongue over his cockhead, jerking his shaft in her fist to further milk it of cum. Taking him into her mouth, she nibbled and sucked and kissed and tongued with all the sensual skill implied by her luscious lips and their decadent smiles.

“Ohhh, YES!” Bruce moaned—even he was somewhat dazed at the feel of her lashing, licking tongue seeking out the most sensitive spots on his manhood. “You’re not the least bit unappreciative, are you Vicki? Just because I already bred you. You know how lucky you are to have a big cock like this one to service.”

Vicki nodded, eyes gazing up at him, almost glazed over with love for him. She never stopped using her fiery lips like a hot, wet pussy on Bruce’s throbbing erection, bobbing and weaving her head to fuck it with her mouth. Bruce reached down to take Vicki’s blonde head in a tight grip, holding it in place so he could lunge forward with his hips and return the fucking that her mouth was giving him.

“Summer, the eggs,” Bruce gritted out as Vicki kept sucking and licking his manhood.

“Eggs?” Summer sighed, her eyes instinctively darting to the bloated balls hanging between Bruce’s legs, swinging with the motion of Vicki’s plunging mouth. They were so big, Summer wondered how her girlfriend would actually take all their contents. The way Bruce was fucking Vicki’s face, it didn’t seem possible that it would be a small ejaculation at the end of it.

“On the skillet. I think they’ve had enough. We wouldn’t want them ruined.” Bruce reached down to stroke Vicki’s voluptuous tits, his big hands squeezing them hard. “Vicki needs them—needs her strength. We all do.”

Summer couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Bruce wasn’t just force-feeding Vicki his cock, but Vicki was gorging herself on it, trying desperately to suck down the portion of his girthy length he hadn’t already pumped into her throat. Summer couldn’t believe either that she turned away from the spectacle to shut off the burner, dump the slightly blackened eggs onto a dinner plate, and set down the skillet in the sink.

When she looked back, Vicki was still sucking Bruce’s throbbing prick, of course, massaging his aching balls with her hands. She took more and more of his massive erection into her mouth. Vicki’s eyes widened as she felt his burning cockhead strike at her tonsils. Through flaring nostrils, Vicki sucked in a deep breath, then swallowed hard, trying not to gag.

Bruce didn’t care if she did or not. He rammed himself into her sputtering throat, knowing she’d want him to make her take it no matter how much of a strain it was. “That’s good, you sexy little bitch. Suck that cock hard. That cock made you a mother!” Bruce groaned, half out of his mind with passion.

Filled with excitement at his words, Vicki managed to suck almost all of his length into her hungry mouth. She throated him now, and the more she took, the more turned on she got. Her little pussy poured out hot arousal—ready for Bruce to do to it what he was doing to her throat.

Vicki knew it wouldn’t stop when she made him come; not even close. After she finished sucking him off, he would get a good taste of her wet cunt. There was no telling how many times she’d come from that. Then he would fuck her; Vicki was sure she wouldn’t be able to take all of that. She was just grateful she’d get to be used by him, no matter how much she managed to withstand before her mind went blank.

She felt deliriously happy that she’d lucked into such a perfect relationship—and that she got to show Summer how perfect it was. Telling the redhead about how she serviced Bruce was nothing compared to letting her see. And if Bruce took a liking to Summer… well, Vicki was willing to share. It wasn’t like her mind could take being Bruce’s cum dumpster. So long as she ended up totally cock-drunk by the end, and that was a virtual certainty, Vicki welcomed Summer getting to take some of his insatiable lust.

“Suck it, Vicki—yes—suck it hard—“ Bruce said hoarsely, his prick twitching and jerking in the blonde’s hotly sucking throat.

He thrust his hips forward, bucking them against the suction Vicki provided. She pulled in her cheeks hard, sucking even harder on his big prick. The sputtering, gurgling sounds of her trying to work his cockhead just a little deeper, into the untested muscles that had never taken a cock before, filled the space between them, arousing them even more.

And yet, Bruce seemed utterly calm as he turned to Summer, except for the sweat dotting his brow and glistening on his muscular body. He palmed Vicki’s head, and Summer realized he wasn’t doing it to make her suck him, but to keep her from gagging herself by trying to force down too much of his erection, too fast. “I think you should start without us, Summer.”

“Start…?” Summer gaped. Was Bruce suggesting that she begin touching herself? Prepare herself for the same kind of treatment that Vicki had received by bringing herself off as she watched? Because Summer wanted to. She so wanted to.

Vicki sucked Bruce off harder and harder, her throat muscles clenching and roiling as she took him. His cock was rock-hard, radiating heat that coursed through Vicki’s gullet, making her face feel flushed, like she was running a fever.

“The eggs,” Bruce groaned, his voice only a little hitched from having his cock swallowed by Vicki. “Don’t let them get cold on our account. We’ll have to heat them up again in the microwave, but you can feel free to have your fill now.” Then he shot Summer a grin. “Vicki may not even want any. You know pregnant women. Picky eaters.”

Summer wasn’t the only one turned on by Bruce’s coy little game with her. Vicki was so wetly aroused by the fact that Bruce was seducing Summer right in front of her, with his stiff cock right in her mouth, that she actually came. Her pussy burned in a series of shuddering clenches that left her whole body shaking, quivering with the sheer force of her pleasure. What felt like a bucket of her hot cream squirted from her, running in lascivious rivers down her toned thighs.

Vicki moaned excitedly around the girth of Bruce’s shaft. As her climax kept rocketing through her pussy, she sucked him harder. He was crammed so far down her throat that her nose was buried in his buried hairs—she could smell the pussy of the last woman he had fucked.

Bruce jerked his hips, making his throbbing cockhead rut repeatedly through the clenching confines of her throat as she tightened the muscles as much as possible. Vicki sputtered over and over again as Bruce hilted his cock in her willing but barely able mouth: “Ggrk! Ggk! GGHK!”

All the while, her sex quivered in a series of lustful convulsions, making Vicki moan as best she could with her irresistible compulsion to suck Bruce off upon her. She needed to make him come—longed to taste his hot cum and feel its heat passing down into her stomach. In its own way, it seemed as close as she could get to repeating how he had bred her… to be inundated with his seed until there was no doubt that she was his.