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Harley was whipping her steaming cunt furiously against Kon’s fucking tongue and receptive nostrils. Giving herself to him like a drug to an addict, though it was hard to tell who was the addict and who was the supply.

Her legs stuck straight out, quivering violently. Her belly convulsed and her ass flexed tight and loose as her hips ground into Kon’s face. His tongue lashed inside of her, spooning her juices from within her like a soft ladle stirring an overfull cup.

“Oh shitttt—you’re making my pussy melt!” Harley gasped.

As if she’d tempted him with her words, Kon forced his tongue deeper into Harley’s slot. Tasting it directly from the source when her orgasm ripped through her.

Shocks of delight deeper and more immense than she’d ever felt before hit Harley like a speeding car hit a brick wall. Rivers of cream lathered the meeting between her cunt and Kon’s face; his long tongue slid in on those delicious streams, forcing more right from their origin.

Convulsion after convulsion shook Harley as her clit and pussy went off together, one then the other, a peak following on the heels of another peak with no valley in-between. Then the separation of those peaks melted away and left her with one tremendous climax.

Harley cried out with abandon. The prolonged deliciousness shook her spasmodically. She felt as if her whole body was flying apart, all that was left of her pouring into Kon’s hungry maw.

As the wild delights finally waned, Harley had to hold onto Kon with her hands—her legs had no strength in them. Like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco, Harley could only stay on his lapping tongue, letting every spasm work its way through her body and every droplet drip from her cunt. His tongue took it all from her, all her cream and each sensation.

Kon kept at her cunt, continuing his enjoyment of the rich feast even though his neglected cock demanded attention. Harley’s head drifted back. Her back arched. She leaned back so slowly it was like she was falling an inch at a time.

Kon continued eating her pussy so avidly that as she dropped away, her lips stretched before pulling from his mouth with a loud slurp. Finally, Harley sank to the ground, panting and moaning.

Kon looked down at her, her juices still copious enough on his mouth to drip. His red tongue lolling out before it moved to lick his lips. Her head stuffed with the cotton candy of her ample orgasm, Harley looked back at him with misty eyes, shaking her head to get out cobwebs that wouldn’t loosen.

What a lovely day this is, Harley thought. Lovely because she’d met a man, a real man, a man who wanted her as much as she wanted him. No more chasing after Bats or trying to impress Mistah J. This fool would be doing her fooling around with Superboy until the day he ran out of cock—if that ever came.

Even with the edge taken off by her string of climaxes, Harley knew she’d have some happy-happy times to look forward to. And the day wasn’t even over yet. Kon still had a nice big hard-on; she could show him what he could do with his own personal henchwoman.

Harley knew most villains only used them for help robbing joints, but since Konnie was a superhero, he obviously wouldn’t do that. Which left something else a be-ovaried minion could be used for…

“Well, well. What have we here?“

Harley giggled. It was Encantadora… what a good-looking tomato! The voluptuous Hispanic sure dressed to show off all her curves in a skintight bodysuit, strapless and bare above a low-cut hemline, with a big cinder block taken out of the wall of her neckline to further display her abundant breasts. Just the kind of girl Harley would like to show off Kon to.

“See for yourself,” Harley said, and stepped out of the way.

Dora gasped. Kon stood there, his chest heaving impatiently as the desire for more slowly unsettled his rage. His enormous prick stood out from his loins, a massive hunk of muscle that made Dora gasp once more. The cockhead loomed out from his foreskin, naked glans flaring and frothing with dribbles of thick white precum.

“Madre de Dios!” Dora exclaimed. She shot Harley a quick, wondering look—very quick, before her eyes were drawn back to Kon’s throbbing erection. “Harley… you didn’t… puta madre, you couldn’t!”

Harley giggled again, feeling an irrational urge to blush warming her skin under the greasepaint. “No, but Lady Dragon did! I just got my pussy eaten!” She flushed hotter, her ears burning, her eyes flowing up and down Dora’s luscious body every bit as hard as Dora was staring at Kon’s prick. “What do you say we return the favor?”

“Both of us? Hijo de puta… yes… yes, there’s enough for both of us,” Dora purred, lust surging inside her, her mouth watering at the thought of licking the orgasm that had defeated Lady Dragon off of Kon’s bitch-breaking cock.

She could tell Harley, too, longed to share this debauchery—to see someone else tasting Kon’s meat, his seed. Without waiting for any further flirtation, she knelt down in front of the hulking brute.

Kon heaved a sigh, pleased to see these attractive mating prospects were giving him his due. It calmed his primordial mind… and made his erection rage all the harder.

Smiling impishly, Harley lowered herself down beside Dora. They settled hip to hip and cheek to cheek, Kon’s cockhead pulsing with life between their two faces.

Harley’s pink tongue flicked out and laved over Kon’s full, smooth glans. Dora purred and moved in, careful not to jostle Harley away from the taste she was clearly enjoying.

Her own tongue slid out to greet Kon’s hardness and the two women, both openly showing their love for cock, worshipped Kon’s flaring erection cheek to cheek. Their tongues meeting as they scoured Kon’s burgeoning cockhead for more of the rich, musky taste it had to offer.

More precum fell from his glanshole and Dora ducked her head down, tongue out, moaning as the trickle dripped directly onto her extended tongue. Tasting Kon’s seed for the first time and rolling it around in her mouth, a pleasured hum deep in her throat and deep in her cunt as she realized how much thicker and tastier and more decadent Kon’s semen was than any she had ever had before.

“I want some too!” Harley keened, moving in to run her tongue along Dora’s plump lips. “Don’t hog it—I’m the one who showed you how much he liked having his dick sucked!”

“Ha! Muchas gracias—what a surprise!” Her mouth was sarcastic, but there was no kidding the volcano fuming in her sex, smoldering, sending lava from her cunt to all the rest of her body. Making the heat impossible to ignore. “You suck him! I want him! I want to feel him, and not just in my mouth!”

“Yeah, just like the Lady Dragon lady did, huh?” Harley chittered with newfound enthusiasm. “Yeah, good idea! Take that big fucker in your pussy! Make him the meat in your burrito!”

Harley had been thinking about fucking Kon herself—how could she not?—but she was intimidated by the size of his cock. Though if Dora wanted to…

Both women licked at Kon’s prick for a moment more, lavishing it with spit and committing the taste to memory. They left it soaking wet with their lubricating saliva. Then Dora lay down under his towering erection.

She lifted up her ass, planting her head and shoulders firmly on the ground while her crotch was thrust up into the air in offering to Kon. Her thighs were parted and her feet were on the floor, bracing Dora for the energy she knew Kon would put into her once he felt her tight cunt.

In his present state, Kon didn’t understand this position she’d adopted. His fuck with Lady Dragon had been too formative, the natural mating stance blotting out all thought of other posing. He still understood oral sex, though, and shoved his prick at Harley’s face in lieu of trying his luck with this exotic new experiment Dora was trying to cajole him into.

“Seconds? Don’t mind if I do!” Harley quipped, tonguing him even as his fat knob forced her head back.

“Give him a hand, will you?” Dora asked her.

“Sure thing,” Harley said, reaching for Kon’s balls.

“Estúpido! Put his lousy chingado into my culo already!”

“Oh, right.”

She wrapped her hand around Kon’s prick and he jerked his hips, pumping himself into the tightness he grip offered in a parody of fucking that lifted a growl from Dora’s lips. “Save it until you’re in me!” she howled at Kon.

Her pussy was wide open, steaming and wet, and Harley gave it a fond look even as she gave Kon’s bulging cockhead one more lick.