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Harley ached to be with Ivy, joining in the worship of Kon’s awe-inspiring masculinity… enough manliness that even Poison Ivy had to pay homage. But Ivy wouldn’t want to share at a time like this. She didn’t know how good it was to make fucking a guy a team sport, like with Harley and Peej. She wanted Kon all to herself.

As if Ivy could take him!

Harley stifled a groan of frustration, watching Ivy lick her way up to the tip of Kon’s prick, her tongue swishing and swaying all along the length of his endowment. She sucked his dribbling precum into her mouth, then drilled the tip of her tongue against his glanshole. Ivy had taken every drop she could get of Kon’s flavor, but she still wanted more.

“I’m going to suck you off now,” Ivy said huskily. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

“I’ll try not to let you down,” Kon leered.

Harley almost felt offended at how much he was enjoying himself—it seemed like a lot more fun than he’d had with her or Power Girl—but she couldn’t blame him. Ivy was one hell of a chick, especially as she opened her red-glossed lips as wide as they’d go and covered Kon’s engorged manhood with them.

“Not too soon,” Ivy warned him, just before she took more than half of his erection into her mouth, while a white-knuckled fist pumped on the rest.

Ivy’s cheeks dimpled when she started sucking; Kon shuddered violently, his eyes rolling and closing as he absorbed the pleasure of her act. As much as Harley liked it when Ivy did that to her clit, Kon’s member was way, way bigger. How much better did it feel when Ivy’s gluttonous mouth was working on all that instead of something so tiny?

“Shit, yeah!” Kon crowed. “Suck my dick, babe—holy fuck, nhh—HHG!—show me just how hard you can suck!”

Harley trembled, feeling the front of her bikini bottoms getting wetter. Kon obviously adored having Ivy’s mouth on his cock. Harley suddenly wanted him to be enjoying her sucking that much. Even the thought of it excited her.

She’d never been much of a student, but Harley paid close attention now to the lesson Ivy was teaching, trying to memorize the technique of those bright red lips flying up and down the spit-slick length of Kon’s manhood.

“Mmmmm! Ggghg!” Ivy moaned, her throat beginning to gurgle a little as Kon went deeper and deeper—his prick always seemed to have more for Ivy’s mouth to plunge down on.

“Go for it, honey, suck—!” Kon gasped out. “Hot damn, fucking redheads…”

Harley could remember how hot and juicy and slick Ivy’s lips felt on her own sex, but she still couldn’t imagine the strong suction drawing Kon’s seed from his balls. No wonder Kon was going out of his head with exhilaration. His face contorted into a lewd grimace, his eyes closed tight, his skin burning hotter and hotter, redder and redder, as he got closer to orgasm. But just as he appeared about to go over the precipice, the snap of heels on the tile floor announced a newcomer to the scene.

It didn’t faze Ivy. She went right on sucking, as naturally as she would keep drinking a glass of water even if someone saw her. Kon couldn’t bring himself to stop her, but he quaked, trying to keep himself together as he faced the new arrival.

“Catwoman? What are you doing here?”

“Not getting my dick sucked,” she replied amicably. “But that seems to be what you’re doing, so I’m not sure why I have to explain myself. Then again, that seems to speak for itself. I take it Harley’s around here somewhere, just waiting for a certain mouth to be full of semen so she can—ah. There you are. Since Ivy’s busy, you mind getting me my cut from the last, ermm, bake sale?” she asked, with an ironic eye to Kon.

“Not now, Seliners!” Harley hissed, trying to shoot a death-glare from Selina without wholly emerging from her hiding place, such as it was.

“Yes, now,” Selina insisted calmly, though her eyes kept straying to Ivy’s bobbing head. “Knowing Superboy’s reputation, you can watch him get throated anytime. Or I could always spoil the mood…”

Growling to herself, knowing Selina would do it, Harley sprinted off to grab the cold hard cash that their fence had given them.

Ivy had let Kon’s saliva-soaked member slip out of her lips. Selina turned her attention to it and arched an eyebrow. Boy indeed…

“Are you going to finish that?” she cooed to Ivy.

Already erect, Kon’s manhood convulsed, snapping to further attention somehow and unleashing a sprig of precum that slapped against Ivy’s cheek. She smirked bemusedly at Selina as it dripped down her jawline.

“Don’t blame me for getting attention from nice, sweet boys. It’s the way I dress. Organic. You wear skin to toe leather everywhere and of course you’ll meet an endless procession of goths.”

“I think she looks nice,” Kon said.

Ivy pushed him onto his back. “I didn’t want to hear from Harley. What makes you think I want to hear from you?”

Kon’s towering cock stood straight up, sturdy and powerful, the head awash with a fresh sample of the seed it would dearly love to imbue Ivy with. Ivy’s eyes devoured it; tasting the rest of him, but ravenous only for his cock. She threw a leg over his belly, straddled him, and settled in place with her knees against his hips. The pouting lips of her cunt held right over his gleaming purple knob. She smiled down at Kon.

“Now let’s see if you can get that thing as far up my cunt as you did down my throat.”

She let herself down onto her own stiff impalement, taking Kon inch by inch into her hungry sex. Selina watched, eyes widening under her goggles, waiting for Ivy to cry out in pain as she was stretched and stretched—but the cry never came. Ivy’s cunt managed to swallow Kon’s massive prick without complaint; it glided right in like it had been made to fit into Ivy’s sheath, though green eyes fluttered as the seductress took more and more all the time.

“Oh yes!” Ivy cooed, a delirious sweat springing up all over her voluptuous body as it coursed with the feeling of being penetrated. “God, yes! Ohhh, Kon, I needed this! I need more!”

Kon watched her receive his fucking with a big leer. No wonder, Selina thought. One of the world’s loveliest women was getting fucked by him, loving every moment of it. Selina found herself envious—Ivy was clearly in heavenly transport thanks to how she was being skewered. Whatever pain she felt… if she did feel any pain, the slut… had to be worth the ecstatic look on her face.

Ivy very slowly lowered her body further down his rigid manhood, drawing out how good it felt to be impaled—moaning with gratitude while she took more and more. Finally she sat in Kon’s lap, his balls underneath her ass quaking with readiness, his huge erection throbbing through every inch of her famished sex.

“Oh fucking hell, that feels amazing!” Ivy sighed. “It’s your play now, baby. Fuck me good—just don’t take that cock out. Don’t you dare take that cock away from me!”

Kon snorted lustfully; there was no chance of that. He seized Ivy by her firm waist, holding her steady as he rocked his hips to thrust his fat cock up and down, in and out of Ivy, bouncing her darkly molten cunt lips on his skewering manhood.

Ivy moaned hoarsely, her eyes rolling in their sockets while a deluge of clear cream ran out around his member and glistened on her thighs. Her full breasts heaved and swung with the motion that was driving her to the very bottom of Kon’s prick, fucking every inch of her hole that there was to be filled.

“Shit, YESSS!” she mewled. “Give it to me, Kon! Show me how grateful you are to fuck this wet pussy!”

Selina stirred restlessly, unzipping her catsuit as quietly as possible, aching to slip a hand inside and play some of the delicious tension out of her stingingly erect clit. But she didn’t dare do so. She might lose control and remind the lovers that she was there, disrupting the equilibrium of their fuck. Ivy would be furious if Selina ruined the sex and as lightly as Selina took her temper, she still wouldn’t have blamed the redhead one bit.

The cat burglar would just have to try and ignore her burning sex—for now.

Easier said than done. Selina had been a long time without a lover… she tried to avoid getting drawn into Harley and Ivy’s sex games, so she didn’t even have that as a release valve… and the sight of what she was missing was enough to drive her out of her head.

She watched Ivy bounce on Kon’s harshly thrusting prick, bucking up and down like she was on top of a maddened bronco. Her proud breasts shook and jiggled; Ivy’s body swayed and almost tumbled as she forgot herself, absorbing the pleasure of being Kon’s cock-holster with no thought of doing the rolling belly-dance that would hold her in place to receive more.

But Kon took care of that, his big fingers sunken into her ample hips, not allowing her the room to do anything other than be his sheath. His excitement mounted, just as Selina’s was from watching the same thing, and he fucked into Ivy faster and harder. His fat cock made an obscene sucking sound while it reamed out her wet cunt in all its creaminess.

“HNNNGGHH!” Ivy gritted her teeth, now struggling to simply stay conscious in the grip of a ferocious orgasm.

“Too rough for you, Gamora?” Kon quipped, justifiably proud of himself.

“You can’t be too rough on me,” Ivy retorted. “I want it hard, Kon, give it to me hard! I’m so horny I could fucking scream!”

Selina trilled as a teasing, miniaturized orgasm wetted her panties. They had to be soaking wet by now.

“Yes, fuck her hard, Superboy,” she muttered under her breath, pulling her catsuit aside to free her abundant breasts, ridding herself of the sensation of her stiff nipples being constrained by the leather, her swelling breasts cramped in a too-tight costume. “Fuck the holy hell out of that bitch…”