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Steph pulled her mask up to her nose, freeing her panting mouth, and quickly licked her lips before crouching down next to the sucking villainess kneeling before Tim.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself, Query,” Steph continued. She leaned forward and touched Tim’s scrotum. “I think I’ll have some too. Move over.”

Reluctantly, Query released Tim’s cock—you never would’ve been able to guess that she’d been coerced into sucking on it in the first place.

Tim had grown equally enthusiastic with the idea. As Query licked the saliva and precum from her lips, he moaned—sounding wounded at having his rock-hard erection suddenly abandoned, its aching heft throbbing and pounding up around his chiseled abs.

Steph ran her cheek along the line of his hip, opening her mouth wide for the engorged cockhead. Tim simply threw his head back and groaned as Steph’s hungry mouth did its work. She suckled him violently, like she was trying to outdo the other woman. Frantically forcing her face to his crotch, gagging as she took inch after inch of his well-sized member into her mouth.

Steph rolled her left hand between her legs, touching her own wet cunt. Her right hand squeezed at the base of Tim’s erection. She beat him off in a blur of motion, rhythmically stroking and massaging all of his fat shaft that her lips couldn’t reach.

“HNNH!” Tim dug his fingers into Steph’s hood, grimacing as his hips made barely controlled pumps into her pretty face. “Oh fuck, I can’t take it—balls feel so full—ghh! Gonna come, fuck, holy shit--!”

Query watched that enormous cock swell between Steph’s lips, until it looked like it couldn’t get any more engorged without bursting. His bloated balls tightened, telling her he was going to spurt. She licked her lips, wishing she still had her mouth on that prick, not that blonde bitch who’d so callously used her face for its novelty value, then discarded her to get his cum for herself.

She knew it was a stupid move to interrupt when she’d done all this to get out from under their thumb, but she couldn’t help but squeal excitedly and try to push her way into Steph’s place. “Let me suck him now! I want his hot cum! It’s mine!”

Eyes sparkling, Steph took her lips off Tim’s erection and sank back, still fingering herself, to watch what Query did in her place.

Query sank down onto Tim’s massive cock, gurgling as she took it between her lips. This time she was determined to get as much into her mouth as Steph had. She kept going until Tim’s giant prick was boring into her throat, making her gag—not that this stopped her.

She sucked needfully, feverishly, slurping and gurgling as she bobbed her head, intent only on the taste that would soon be filling her mouth.

“Come for her, Tim,” Steph whispered, her lips so close to his ear that only he could hear her. She opened her slender thighs and rubbed herself against Tim’s side, eyes glazing over as her clinging, sucking womanhood frictioned on his body armor. “Can’t you see how hungry she is? Girlfriend needs to be fed. So pump that cute little face full of your thick, hot cum!”

Tim groaned, like hearing Steph’s words was a sex act in and of itself, and he pumped his groin violently against Query’s pretty features. The pressure built quickly in his balls. Steph grabbed his throbbing length and jerked on it while Query sucked deliriously on the leaking tip, anxious to drink however much seed he ended up spurting.

Then it happened. His cum flooded out the tip of his manhood, a thick geyser going right into Query’s mouth. The boiling gush of semen swirled past Query’s lapping tongue and was instinctively swallowed, rolling down her throat like a conquering army.

Shamelessly, Query swallowed and swallowed, working her throat muscles in thirsty gulps that seemed determined not to let any of the creamy thickness of Tim’s spurting semen escape her mouth untasted.

“Ohh FUCK!” Steph rubbed her cunt to a boil, watching Tim’s gushing prick throb out its contents into Query’s sucking mouth. She came against Tim’s body heat, her eyes shutting in ecstasy, but until the last second she kept them trained on the thick semen running from between Query’s lips, trickling down her chin like a flag of triumph on Tim’s part. Query was not a big enough whore to handle his load.

Then Tim was done. Steph pulled his flagging erection out of Query’s mouth and traced it down her face, as if to remind her what she’d just done. Tim stepped away from Query, leaving her nothing to do but watch as the swollen, glistening maleness hung between Tim’s thighs, still as hard as bone, looking exactly as ready to come as it had felt inside her mouth… down her throat… between her legs?

Steph hitched up her pants and pulled her mask down. “Well, that’s enough from you two. Hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

Tim coughed, his slack expression making him seem too discombobulated to add to Steph’s sentiments. But he tried to play it off. “Don’t let us catch you breaking the law again.”

“Unless you’re soliciting,” Steph put in impishly. “Us heroes love to support small businesses. Oh, just in case.” She wiped off Query’s chin with her gloved hand, then forced her smeared fingers into Echo’s mouth.

The other woman, who had gaped all through the unconventional threesome that their extremely conventional arrest had become, automatically sucked on and swallowed the cum that Steph had just force-fed her. “Can’t leave any DNA evidence. What, do you think we wear the masks just to be kinky?”

Under her disguise, enough of a smile could be seen to hint that this was it exactly.

***

Dick spent the rest of the day in a fugue state. As a Bat, it’d naturally been a long time since he’d caught up on his sleep. He made up for it now, awakening only to turn over and accept new suntan lotion from the girls, or to find that they were sucking him, fucking him as he slept. He summoned up just enough energy to satisfy one or both of them, then he floated back down into unconsciousness, freshly drained.

By nightfall, though, his circadian rhythm had been well-trained to awaken him with a jolt of energy. He was ready to run off into the night and find some evil to pummel. Well, so long as evil didn’t expect him to be wearing clothes.

Dick looked around for anything to wear, but there was only a pool towel to wrap around his midsection. The lights blazed inside the house—through the windows he saw Mary traipsing around in the not-supposed-to-be-sexy, but-all-the-more-sexy costume of Mary Marvel, so he took it the dress code was still informal. He went inside to find Mary in the kitchen, making dinner for them.

She wasn’t like Kara. She didn’t flaunt her considerable girlish charm—but she didn’t have to. Her appeal was unavoidable, no matter how she behaved. Just watching her as she did her thing over the stove, her white skirt floating at the apex of her long legs… it was nearly too much for Dick to take.

He remembered dating girls, very respectful, very exclusive, going weeks before he got them into bed, if he ever did before the relationship caved in. Now he’d had more sex with this woman he’d practically just met than he’d had with Bridget Clancy, who he’d gone out with for half a year!

Yeah, he thought. That’s the simplest way for my life to get crazier. Just add women. The rest will take care of itself.

Then there was Kara, who was most definitely behaving in a way calculated to—well, make sure that the day had gone exactly the way the day had gone. He thought it likely that the magic of her being a full-fledged adult finally had gone to her head. She was at the height of her sensuality and couldn’t help acting like it.

Dick had felt the same way when he’d been in Hudson College—though it hadn’t helped that he’d been both finally old enough for Barbara and had just met Kory. Between those two on-again, off-again, ON-AGAIN relationships, he’d worked off his heightened sense of potency. But Kara… there was no telling what trouble she might get into.

Mary finished her cooking: Cajun-style jalapeno poppers, Greek salad, mesquite chicken breast for protein, and a serving of creamed corn. She laid them all out on the table and sat down with Dick. Then she pulled on the lightning bolt emblem on her costume, which turned out to be some sort of flap. It hung open, right down the center of her cleavage, and Mary relaxed as if she’d simply unbuttoned a cumbersome outfit to let some air in.

Dick coughed and busied himself with filling his plate: “So, where’s Kara?”

Mary smiled at him bashfully. “I guess I’m not enough for you, huh?”

“No, you are, of course you are, but I—I mean—“

“Here I am!” Kara called.

Dick turned his head. She was on the second floor, leaning over the railing of the loft. All she wore was a wispy negligee and a smile. Her perky breasts were clearly visible through the transparent material and so was the light shadow of her pubic thatch. Kara just stood there, looking down at them, like she was waiting for applause. And Dick was half-inclined to give it to her.

“Happy birthday, Kara!” Mary cried.

Dick twisted his head to face her. “Birthday?”

Kara glided down the stairs, doing a little pose with her arms at her sides and her hands flat. “Don’t sing, please don’t sing. I’m an adult now. I don’t want to hear that dumb song.”

“Adult… now?” Dick stammered, facing Kara again.

“It’s midnight!” Kara cooed. “A brand new day. The start of a whole new life for me. And I’m so glad you’re in it, Mister Grayson.”

Kara’s jubilant little breasts jiggled with each step she took down the stairs. Her golden hair shimmered all the way down over her slender shoulders, framing her lusciously exposed chest like she was a centerfold come to life. Dick didn’t know how she thought it was possible that she would sit down for dinner with him and Mary and neither of them would fuck her. Maybe she didn’t.

Dick tried to force down a bite of chicken breast, but he had so little appetite, he couldn’t even work his jaw muscles. He swallowed the morsel whole. “How old are you… birthday girl?” he asked, trying hard to appear casual.

“Eighteen today, just like Mary!” Kara said proudly. “Isn’t it great? Finally old enough to do all the things we shouldn’t do. Almost all,” she concluded sultrily. Then, cheerily: “Dick, you can buy us beer!”

“So you’re eighteen… today?” Dick reiterated.

“Uh-huh,” Kara nodded. “Officially, that is. I mean, Kara Kent is. They don’t know about that time I got blasted into the future for a few months and came back the exact same day I left. So technically I’ve been eighteen a while—you just wouldn’t know it from my student ID, unless you’re in the Legion of Superheroes.”

Dick couldn’t help himself. He sighed in relief. And caught a knowing glance from Mary, telling him she knew how wicked the little jest had been, but then she smiled.

Funny. She thought it was funny he’d nearly had a heart attack.

So did Kara. “You’re so uptight!” she laughed. “And people think Kryptonians are control freaks.”

“I just… like having certain rules I always follow,” Dick said, still feeling his heart pounding.

“Like always taking care of a damsel in distress,” Mary agreed.

“Or undressed,” Kara added.

Dick didn’t know how he was supposed to sit there, faced with Kara’s soft, warm tits, while she played her little game to make it abundantly clear that she was willing and able and legal to do whatever he wanted to do with her.