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“Mmmmmph,” Harley moaned, licking up and down Bruce’s shaft with long wet trips of her tongue, then mouthing the underside of his bloated length. She felt a big blue vein, full of hot blood, bumping against her tongue every time she lapped at his manhood.

Pearly little drops of precum escaped from his twitching glanshole and Harley licked them up as well, before the spilling precum was too copious for her to take that way. So she closed her whole mouth over Bruce’s engorged cockhead, but that still wasn’t enough for her. She forced her lips down his girthy shaft, trying to swallow all of his cock, but only managing to gag and sputter as it tried the narrowness of her throat. All she accomplished was pleasing Bruce, and he petted her head in approval, giving Harley that satisfaction she couldn’t get from throating his oversized erection.

Then he pumped his hips forward, giving her that satisfaction whether she could take it or not.

“Unnnh!” Bruce groaned, his cock sliding a ways into Harley’s throat, tight muscles closing around it.

Harley gargled on his cock, his precum, and her own saliva—“GGK! GGK! GGK!”—but then willingly, even enthusiastically throttled her mouth back and forth, stuffing the first throbbing inches of his manhood into the warm moist passage of her gullet. She deep-throated him as well as anyone could try to service his massive, monstrous erection.

As much as she wanted him to fuck her with this glorious beast he had to use on her, she needed to feel him coming down her throat. She wanted to taste his cum, to feel it filling her mouth the way she knew it would if she could only get him off. She looked up at Bruce, her eyes practically different colors—like her beloved mismatch of pink and blue—as they showed both defiance and submission, both willfulness and a desperation to please.

Bruce fed himself into her gullet a little harder. As confrontational as Harley was towards her long-time foe, the Batman, she also couldn’t help being a whore. He saw it in how her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure as she was allowed to service him a little more. Her protesting throat roiled around his member and Bruce felt a swell of excitement.

In all his years of dealing with Harley, he’d never thought simply throwing her down and fucking her would give him such a charge. But it did, for both of them, and seeing Harley actually tear up with hateful, lustful energy, Bruce threw himself into that thrill and allowed it to take him all the way. He came, thick wads of semen shooting into Harley’s sucking mouth and helplessly accepting throat as she trembled with her own ecstasy.

“Rrhh!” Bruce grunted, forcing Harley’s head down further on his lengthy erection, making her take every drop of cum that spurted from him. “Oughta get a tattoo… right where I shove your face against my crotch… ‘If you can read this, you’re Mr. Wayne’s cum dumpster.’ Isn’t that right, Quinn?”

Even as she choked and gagged on both cock and cum, Harley managed to nod inside the hands that were holding her down.

Bruce kept coming directly into her stomach, her throat bulging with his fat cock, until Harley’s eyes shut, her body going limp, cum leaking out of her nostrils. Bruce pulled out of her mouth and she flopped down onto the ground, body shaking and cum spilling from her open mouth.

Her hips pathetically rolled against the floor, still trying for the kind of stimulation she’d gotten from being Bruce’s cock holster, while her cum-stuffed mouth mewled even more nonsensically than usual, between cum whitewashing her from chin to digestive tract and her mind having been fucked to pieces even smaller than normal.

Before he stood, Bruce patted her on the head, thinking that for a jester, Harley hadn’t seemed to have gotten the joke. Despite being his pet, she’d gotten stuck in the doggy door. It was at least enough to get a smile out of him.

“God, Bruce, your cock’s still hard,” Summer said in an astonished tone, licking her lips as though she somehow envied Harley for having been throttled to unconsciousness by that massive prick, that massive load.

“And what do you think we should do with it?” Bruce asked her, still grinning from how Harley had ‘amused’ him. But now his teasing smile grew to include Summer and it made her even more flustered than she had been to watch him fuck Harley’s face like it was his own personal glory hole.

“Vicki,” Bruce continued. “Why don’t you handle fixing breakfast? I think Summer’s talents might lie in other areas.”

***

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Kara sniffed, condescending to Mary like she felt sorry for her. “But I’m not letting this sun go to waste any longer. No, I’m getting an all over tan… and if Dick sees it, he’s welcome to!”

Kara drained off what was left of her drink, feeling a rush of intoxication hit her as she finished. Even if she couldn’t get drunk, at least not on this, the act excited her nonetheless. She felt loose and wild, but also calm. She set down the empty glass, then wiggled out of her bikini bottom.

Mary watched in something like awe as her delectable body came into view. Kara opened her long, smooth legs and poured suntan lotion onto them, massaging it up and down her thighs, her calves, and into her ass until all of her gleamed.

Sitting up, Kara poured the lotion onto her heart-stopping chest as well, rubbing it into her sweet little swells of her breasts, working it along her ribcage, and smoothing it across her flat belly. The swirling, caressing fingers frictioned the lotion down into her smooth skin until Kara glowed like a statue made of some shining, precious mineral.

“Jeepers, I wish I looked like that… I wish I…” Mary sighed under her breath.

Kara smiled at her. “Are we going to get to see how you look or are you just going to sit there?”

Any protests Mary might’ve made were silenced by the drink and the sight of Kara’s body gleaming nakedly. Mary reached back and undid her own top. She fumbled with the ties some, her fingers made awkward by the alcohol and Kara’s nakedness, which she could barely look away from.

“You practically make me look like a boy,” Mary said shyly, finally getting the stubborn top undone. She let the ties slide through her fingers, the entire top coming off her chest and dropping down into her lap.

“No, that’s a boy,” Kara said, nodding at Dick. “You look like a woman with those nice luscious tits,” she hissed excitedly as Mary’s chest spilled into view.

Mary’s breasts were about the size of Kara’s, big handfuls, nice and luscious, perfectly shaped and sweetly rounded, with all the bouncy lift of youth. Dick’s clever, slender fingers might not be filled by them, but they would find plenty to do with their pert hefts. And, looking down at how his hands squeezed his knees, it was clear Dick would like to be squeezing them.

Mary blushed, but it was leavened with a nervy smile. It pleased her that a good-looking guy like Dick approved of her topless. Kara was so pretty, but Mary felt like competition for her, the way Dick’s eyes couldn’t stay on one of them or the other.

Kara too was a little mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of Mary’s well-sized breasts. “You’ve got such a sweet little body, Mary, and those breasts are perfect for it. Just big enough to really get a man’s attention, but too small to be saggy. And they make your waist look so trim! Maybe it’s your ass. I never realized how well-developed your ass is. You’ve got the exact right amount of butt for those ta-tas. You just need to take off your bottoms, before you ruin that glorious tan up top with ugly white lines down there. After all, down there is what the boys really want. Isn’t that right, Dick?”

“Sure,” Dick said off-handedly, before realizing just what it was he’d said. “I mean, uh, uhhh…”

“There, you see?” Kara interrupted his verbal flailing. “Imagine someone looking at you… at all of your naked, luscious little body… and seeing the same lovely tan all over, on every last inch of you? Well… almost every last inch!”

Kara uncrossed her legs, flashing the pink between her nubile thighs, before she crossed them again the other way.

“That’d be nice… gee whiz… you guys really wouldn’t mind?” Mary’s voice was shy and tentative, looking around the high-fenced, private yard as if afraid someone might overhear. “I hear Kory sunbathes naked all the time… and her friends too, the other Titans… Raven and Donna… not that Raven looks like she tans…”

Mary looked around guiltily, a gleam of excitement in her big wide eyes. Dick was playing it cool, staring up at the sky like he’d grown tired of looking at Kara naked, had no interest in seeing Mary’s body. Or maybe he was trying to avert his gaze. For some reason, Mary hated the thought of her going naked and Dick not seeing.

“Well,” she cooed, teasing them both and herself for a little longer. “If Dick would like the way it looks…”

“I’m sure he’ll love looking at it,” Kara drawled.

She’d suggested Mary go naked in the same friendly, slightly mischievous way she’d shown off her bare pussy, but inside she was seething with excited lust. As good as it had been to seduce Dick, he was a player. She’d really just had to give him room to play.

But Mary was different. She’d been a bad girl, with a real dirty mind and an eye for perversion—literally. She’d watched Kara do things that would fog up Clark’s glasses permanently, but she’d never participated. She was still virgin.

Kara wanted to change that, even if Mary was no longer under Black Adam’s influence. This time, she wanted to watch, wanted to share Mary with Dick and Dick with Mary, linking the three of them together forever with the memory—the searing truth—of how good the sex had been. She’d tried Dick out and he’d met her every expectation. And she’d lusted after Mary too long for the actual fucking to be anything short of spectacular. Now was the time to bring it all together.

Mary giggled at Kara’s naughty little quip. Her laugh trailed off… the thin bikini strings ran slowly down her shapely thighs, uncovering her pretty pink sex and the thick brown thatch surrounding it. She kicked the suit away and looked to Kara again, her blue eyes trembling, fearful but also excited.

“Goodness, you’re ready to go, aren’t you?” Kara asked the trembling Mary, softly teasing, while her eyes bored into Mary’s nudity. “All that body needs is a nice tan and you’ll knock the boys flat!”

Mary didn’t turn red now—maybe she couldn’t get any redder. She smiled shyly and closed her legs, hiding her pubic hair from Kara’s view, and her blush died down a little more. She was getting used to being looked at and admired. As strange as it felt for someone with a secret identity—and such a clean, wholesome image as being sister to the Big Red Cheese—she thought she could get to like it, so long as somebody like Kara was the one staring at her.

Mary turned onto one side, hiding her pussy, but leaving her breasts exposed. The arm she wasn’t laying on she moved over, as if to cover her breasts, then moved it again, under her head, so she felt the warm sun on her bare chest.

“You’re white as a snowman, Mary,” Kara said. “Why don’t you turn over and let me put some lotion on you? I’d hate to see you get a burn.”

Mary bit her lip. It sounded like a good idea, but she was somehow still suspicious of Kara. Or at least searching her words for indications of something else. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. She rolled onto her belly and spread her legs some, bracing herself for the splash of cool suntan oil on her bare back.

Kara pinched her lips together to keep from gasping. Mary’s thighs were open and she could see her cunt once more. Her hands quivered as she reached out to oil up Mary’s slender back first. She’d been playing it cool before, but now that she was finally touching Mary’s naked body, Kara was nearly lost in anticipation. She wanted to nuzzle and kiss and touch this sultry little brunette all over. Her fingers ran down Mary’s body to her warm, soft buttocks, where she massaged the oil into her pliant, creamy flesh.

“It’s a shame you’re such a good girl,” Kara cooed. “You should take pity on someone and give them a reason to smack that little ass.”

Mary let out a whimpered exhale and Kara heard Dick say her name under his breath, like he was trying to warn her off. But if rubbing the suntan oil over Mary’s young, pure skin was a turn-on for her, watching it had to be doing something for him. Kara’s eyes sidled over to Dick, finding as she’d expected that his cock was standing out from his trunks. She eyed it openly as she slicked her hands down the backs of Mary’s legs. Mary sighed, grinding her little ass up into the air to meet Kara’s caresses as they came back up her thighs. There was no doubt in her mind that Mary was becoming as excited as she and Dick were.