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“I’ve never seen anyone come like he’s making her come,” Cassie whispered, playing with her clit and cunt at the same time.

“Did he get you off that hard when he was fucking you?” Jinny asked in her own whisper.

“Yes. Oh fuck, YES.” She slicked three fingers into her sex, bringing herself off with a jerking stroke. “Lucky goddamn bitch is getting the fuck of a lifetime!”

Batgirl thrust herself up off the floor, pumping her cunt up to Kon’s groin, then thumping her ass back down to the cloud. She pistoned herself relentlessly, devouring Kon’s big dick as much as she could.

“Let me have it!” Batgirl cried.

“GGHHH!” Kon groaned.

“Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!”

“Cass!”

“Dick this! Wet pussy! YEAH! I want it faster! Faster! Faster! Faster! OHHHH SHIT! KON! YOU’RE! MAKING ME!”

“They’re coming!” Cassie breathed.

“Oh fuck, who isn’t!?” Jinny whimpered.

There was a strained silence, a collectively held breath as the four of them orgasmed at the same time, in the same place. Fucking and being fingered and being fucked and watching the fuck.

Then Cassie and Jinny noticed that Batgirl was looking at them. Having nearly dismounted Kon, she was making sharp eye contact with them, as though the man who’d just inseminated her had been wholeheartedly forgotten. Except he hadn’t been.

Still staring them down, Batgirl lowered herself the full length of Kon’s still-hardened prick, twisting her hips as she fellated the man with her sex. He groaned in appreciation and there was a wet sound where they met, more of Kon’s seed joining what he’d already vented into Batgirl’s welcoming cunt.

“Mine,” Batgirl said, looking from the two interlopers to the man she was so possessive of.

“Huh?” Kon asked, then he looked over and saw Cassie and Jinny as well. “Oh geez,” he said, surprised but not sounding too shocked. And not overly concerned with them seeing him naked—catching him in the act—either. “Hey guys. Didn’t see you there. You want something to drink or whatever?”

What could Jinny say but “yes”?

Cassie said “yes” too. She really did need a drink. Something strong.

A moment later, Kon returned with a cooler full of beers. He still hadn’t dressed. Jinny stared in fascination at the silky black pelt of hair that bristled on his pecs and narrowed in a vee down his abs.

“Thinking about applying for a hunting license?” Kon asked her. “Hairy men are never out of season…”

“Just wondering when you stopped being such a twink,” Jinny said, popping the cap off her bottle and drinking. Her lust segued nicely into the beginnings of an alcoholic haze. “I remember having your posters on my wall when I was thirteen or some such. You were such a skinny little thang… no chin whiskers, even… then I got real interested in Supergirl and didn’t notice all the muscles you was getting…”

“How could you not notice?” Cassie asked.

“Maybe you show us… what you have to notice,” Batgirl suggested. “Since you’ve both enjoyed… what we have to see…”

“Makes sense,” Jinny reckoned. “But you’d better appreciate what I got!”

She set her drink down and flipped off her halter. Her breasts were small and shapely. They stood out proud and firm, her nipples already swelling like raspberries in season.

Kon smiled approvingly at Jinny’s cavalier undressing, but when Cassie followed suit, his eyes bulged.

“Holy Rao-shit!” he breathed. “I knew your cup runneth over, Cassie, but fuck. Are you sure Zeus fucked your mom and it wasn’t that your dad fucked Power Girl?”