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Now that he was done using them, Bruce pampered the unconscious Vicki and Summer. Sweat and other bodily fluids he washed off of them with a damp cloth. Then, tossing their slender bodies over his shoulders, he carried them to the nearest bedroom and tucked them in. It was a decent work-out, he thought, but probably nothing compared to the exercise he had done wearing them out in the first place.

He left them to rest. They were already toned and fit, bodies yoga-tight, Gotham-hard muscle giving as good as it got. Bruce wondered how much more athletic they would get as they sought to keep up with him. Civilians they might be, but he doubted either woman would be content to concede his physical supremacy. At least not—especially not—in the bedroom.

They woke hours later. Perhaps it was out of their friendly rivalry… as bone-deep as it was passionate… but they stirred back to life at the same time.

Summer luxuriated in the feel of fresh sheets on her clean, naked body. It felt delectable, coupled with the satisfied soreness that sex with Bruce had left her with. Once, it might’ve galled her to have been used as thoroughly as she had been—reduced to a cock holster, as Bruce had taken evident glee in informing her. But the hum in her body couldn’t be denied. And she could see on Vicki’s face that the blonde was well aware of the feeling.

Summer might not’ve been addicted to it… not yet… but it was definitely something she didn’t plan on doing without. Being a one night stand instead of a lover Bruce revisited time and time again—now that would piss her off.

“Planning on getting that cock again, aren’t you?” Vicki quizzed her.

“Any suggestions?”

“Get knocked up. Let him marry you.”

Summer raised an eyebrow. “You don’t think he might be more interested in a woman he hasn’t bred than one he already has?”

“God, who knows with him?” Vicki rolled over onto her back and stretched out all her limbs. Kinks popped their way free of arms and legs that ached, they’d gripped his pistoning body so tightly. “It’s not like he ever goes through the motions. The man has some real drive. I guess now we know why, huh? Batman.”

“He works hard. He plays hard.” Summer turned onto her side, facing Vicki, and not just because of the plump hills that her curves made in the covering sheet. “Reminds me of us.”

Vicki barely heard her. “And those bad girls. Shit. No wonder! You know they’re all sex symbols. It so makes sense Batman would finally land them. Who else could? Does make you feel a little inadequate, though. I’ve seen Wonder Woman around here. Wonder Woman.”

Summer’s brow furrowed. That was another thing to worry about. Competition from the Justice League. She supposed that was only so much of a worry. There were a lot of studs on that team and in the superhero community. If she were a heroine, wouldn’t she go for Superman… or even Wonder Woman… before Batman?

But then, she was a Gotham girl, through and through. So maybe she was as askew as the Bat, but she doubted the Flash could do the things to her that Bruce—that Batman—could.

“We do have something they don’t,” she thought aloud.

“If the past twenty-four hours have taught me anything, it’s that they have plenty,” Vicki said.

“But think about it,” Summer countered. “Wonder Woman may be Wonder Woman, but she’s still just one woman. The two of us—we’re simpatico. We can present a united front.”

“Trust me, the women in this house have put up plenty of united fronts,” Vicki told her.

“Why? Because Bruce drags them to the bedroom two at a time? That’s not why I’m talking about.”

“You mean sisterhood?”

“I mean flanking maneuvers,” Summer said. “C’mon. We all know every guy’s fantasy in this town is Harley and Ivy. But Harley’s on the outs and Ivy’s half-plant at the best of times.”

“Talia and Nyssa are sisters,” Vicki mused. “But they’re not exactly close… at all.”

“Imagine we join forces,” Summer enthused. “While everyone else is giving Bruce blowjobs, we’re giving him a blowjob sandwich. And we know he’s Batman. If we spin this the right way, we could get access to the Justice League and Wayne Enterprises. All the exclusives we could ever ask for.”

“From a man we’re sleeping with,” Vicki asked. “That’s not exactly moral.”

“Sure it is. We can’t give away that he’s Batman. That’s just protecting our source. And he’s already promised us perks. We just have to… manage him. Together. Keeping things mutually beneficial.” Summer smiled suddenly. “God, you think he’s bred me already?”

Vicki bit her lip. “Part of me hopes so… but part of me wants to see him try again. I know I said it’s hard to tell the difference—it just turns me on, thinking he’s knocking you up when I see him come inside you.”

Summer reached out for Vicki, pulling the sheet back from her perfect, tawny flesh. “We should practice together. Like a double act. We need to be on the exact same wavelength. Perform in perfect harmony.”

“I wanna wear him out,” Vicki moaned, squirming away from Summer just to see the other woman’s naked body as Summer came for her. “Yeah, fuck, I wanna leave him feeling like this. But I know I can’t do it alone.”

“We’re gonna do it, baby,” Summer promised her. “We’re both getting bred by him. And when we’re finished with him, he’s barely going to remember those other sluts.”

***

“OHHHH!” Mary moaned hotly, her breasts throbbing, feeling swollen with pure passion as they crushed against the resilient flesh of Kara’s own chest. Their nipples touched and the already intense kiss burned at a fever pitch.

All her resistance was gone now, irretrievable. Mary rubbed her plump breasts up into Kara’s own exciting curves. She savored the pulsing flashes of ecstasy that it gave her, that she saw playing over Kara’s face too. Her grip tightened on Kara’s neck and she tried to kiss her harder than the Kryptonian had kissed her, her tongue demanding more of the pleasure Kara’s had given it first.

Dick could not stay away, desperately aroused by the incredible spectacle of the two women kissing with such desire that he felt in danger of being completely forgotten. He thrust his tongue into Mary’s succulent cunt while two wet fingers reamed into her asshole.

Mary came up off the concrete as if it had burned her. Moaning and writhing, she seemed as different from the reserved, modest woman she had been as her teenage self was from her stunning adult body.

Her hands went all over Kara’s breasts, then ran through Dick’s soft hair, urging him further between her legs. She caressed Kara’s hair too, her lovely face, but still had to squeeze her own breasts—tweaking her nipples, cupping the heft of her tits and forcing them harder against Kara’s firm chest.

“Gonna come… oh God, it’s never felt like this before… it’s like I, like I’ve never had this beforrrreeee!” Mary cried, her body jerking and hunching and convulsing without relent.

Neither did I, babe, until I did, Kara through, her mouth occupied with sucking on Mary’s breast, biting down gently on the tender nipple when Mary was at the apex of her climax.

“AAAAHHH!” Mary’s scream dropped low, becoming a sheer bellow of deserved release.

Kara moved to Mary’s other swollen bud and nibbled delicately on it, stirring a last few embers of delight in Mary while she came down from her delirious high. The blonde licked and sucked and bit, eking every last bit of pleasure out of Mary’s nipple while it was taut—turned into pure sensitivity by the engorgement of the orgasm. Before Mary finished coming, Kara gave her so much sensation that she wasn’t sure she herself could’ve stood it.

Mary clearly didn’t know if she was having the best climax of her life or being tortured, but she was beyond worrying about coming out of this sex with her mind intact. She was too caught up in finding out how much rapture her body was capable of to care about anything else.

Kara watched in awe—and growing jealousy—as the girl shook and moaned and gave what seemed like a gallon of her juices to Dick’s thirsty mouth. He licked and kissed until Mary fell to the ground in a sobbing, gasping pile. Only then did Dick take his tongue away from her exhausted pussy and his fingers out of her satiated ass.

He wiped her cream from his mouth with the back of his hand, then ran his tongue over his lips for what remained. Dick tried not to moan too highly when he swallowed Mary’s juices. As unabashedly as he’d found himself enjoying the orgy Kara had roped him into, he wanted to hold back somewhat from appearing the sexual glutton that he was. Still, he wiggled the fingers he’d forced into Mary’s receptive ass… appreciatively seeing that they moved unreservedly.

“Thought she was going to break them, the way her ass tightened up,” he commented.

Kara smiled at him, leaning over Mary’s fallen body. She took his fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean of the taste of Mary’s hole. Her smile stretched around Dick’s fingers. Mary was as pure and clean as she looked, even back there. The only thing dirty about her was what they’d done to her.

“I tightened up too,” Kara whispered to him, just loud enough for Mary to hear. “Not that it stopped us.”

Then she slid a finger into Mary’s splayed pussy, drawing a high-pitched sigh from the girl. Kara worked her fingers around the little slit some, bringing a trill from Mary as her swelling button was touched.

“What about your tongue? Did you worry that would break too?” Kara asked, her fingers sluicing repeatedly in and out of Mary’s damp sex.

Stretching out her other hand, Kara pulled Dick’s loose-fitting trunks down his legs. More than half of his thick, hardened prick were revealed to Mary’s eyes. But Kara didn’t keep rolling the swim trunks off his cock. She took it in her hand and pulled it all the way out, showing it off to Mary in comparison to her slender fingers—they made it seem as monstrously oversized as it was.

“Think this’ll break?” she sighed, squeezing Dick’s manhood while still fingering Mary’s pussy. “Or will it break her?”

Mary’s mouth fell open. Her heart was racing so fast that she could’ve sworn it was making her plump little breasts quiver.

“K-Kara… I thought you two were… y-you mean you actually want your boyfriend to…” Mary stammered, her eyes staying on Dick’s stiff member even while her ears strained to hear Kara’s explanation.

“I’m not his girlfriend,” Kara hissed at her dumbfounded friend. “I’m his woman. Want him to make you his woman too?”

Mary looked completely overwhelmed. “B-but, I’ve never… even when I was bad, I wasn’t… we didn’t… won’t you be jealous?”

Kara smiled at her. “He’s the one who’s going to be jealous. He just gets to fuck you. You get to eat my sweet little pussy.”

Mary’s pupils drifted up in her skull for a moment. “Kara—I can’t—“ she said, seeming about to hyperventilate… her superpowered breath turning the pool into choppy waters. “I’ve never—not ever!”

“You mean you weren’t curious? Even after we were bad girls together?” she asked Mary innocently. “Here. Let me show you how good it can be.”

Kara pushed Dick back like a toy she’d lost interest in playing with, instead dipping her head down between Mary’s parted thighs. Her startled friend was still reacting to the insane temptation Kara had just proposed—she didn’t know what to do about Kara’s tongue until she was feeling it glide inside her, pushing down the pearl of her clit in a maddening bout of pleasure.

“Ohhhh!” Mary moaned appreciatively, her legs instinctively opening wide—doing the best they could to make room for this feeling that was trying to fit inside her. She had no idea what to do with the sensations Kara filled her with, the girl’s tongue sliding inside her virgin pussy. Even when she’d been bad, it’d never been this good.

Kara sucked audibly on Mary’s sensitive labia, prompting a wave of delicious nectar from inside of Mary… all of which she gulped down approvingly.

Once she was sure Mary was too far gone for any misgivings to crop up, Kara swung a leg over her sighing face and lowered her own pussy down to cover up all those adorable features. As much as she loved to see Mary’s prettiness twisted in ecstasy, it would be even better to be the first woman to ever feel Mary’s tongue at work.