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Then Harley hooked one arm around Kon’s erection. Holding him inside her elbow, she brought his knob down to Dora’s pussy. It looked so sweet that Harley ducked down and quickly kissed it, getting Dora’s cream on her lips. She wondered if that wetness would be enough to let Kon in—but then, it wasn’t her problem. She guided Kon’s manhood to Dora’s cuntlips.

The massive slab of Kon’s prick fumed against Dora’s opening. It was so huge that Harley didn’t know if it would fit into her tight pussy. She moved the knob up and down along Dora’s slippery labia.

Precum oozed from his tip and streaked her cunt in stringy glaze like graffiti. Harley tugged on the monstrous endowment and Dora shoved up her pelvis at the same time. The head of Kon’s bloated engorgement inched inside of Dora.

Dora quivered, her hips swiveling, her womanhood beginning to stretch to its very limit. An inch of dark bludgeon slid inside her, then another. The folds of her gateway fluttered, accommodating the incredible strain being placed on them.

Kon, sensing further pleasure to be had deeper inside this willing sacrifice, gave a sudden thrust with his hips. All of his fisted cockhead disappeared into Dora’s sucking hole.

“Geez—you’re really getting it!” Harley gasped, staring at how the other woman’s cuntlips embraced Kon’s leathery maleness, holding it just under the glans. “Talk about just the tip… Ivy could put in all four fingers and a thumb, I wouldn’t be that wide!”

As she felt the enormous bellend of Kon’s pulsing at her sensitive lips, Dora went crazy, her body hungering for more of that penetration, as much as she could take. She pushed herself against the thick shaft and Harley held it in place for her to impale herself on, despite the mismatched size of the fat endowment and her tiny slit.

Dora’s juices seeped out of her, lubricating the merger and indicating how turned on Dora was despite the pain. “More—let me have more!” she cried hungrily. “Fuck my little pussy like it needs! I’ll be your puta, just fuck me!”

Kon snorted, his body bunching with muscle. Harley feared for a moment that he would rip Dora apart, but he only barely flexed—driving another two inches of potent thickness into Dora’s receptive sex.

“Ay! Ay! Ay!” Dora cried. Even when that was so little of Kon’s manhood, it was almost too much for her. It went deep and wide, ravaging Dora’s pussy like never before, ensuring that his cock would be what Dora compared all other sex to for the rest of her life. “You are not even letting me be a whore! You are fucking me like the animal!”

Kon worked his hips again and half of his phallus lodged itself inside Dora. She wailed. He’d bottomed out in her, his cockhead buried as deep as it could get without being in her womb, while half of his length was still out in the open air. His powerful erection throbbed and Dora bobbed up and down, impaled on his cock, her ass trembling with all her body had to withstand to enjoy its present skewering.

Kon paused, holding the insertion momentarily, snorting and huffing his breath as he discovered the loveliness of having his hot cock suckled by a tight and aroused cunt. When he tried to pull out, his cock was wedged so firmly into Dora that he dragged her back with his withdrawing prick. Helpfully, Harley grabbed hold of Dora and held her in place so Kon could come free, though Dora whimpered dismally when she lost him.

The shaft came all the way out, leaving only the knob still in her. Kon charged again, giving Dora all the cock she could take and leaving her vibrating with how deeply penetrated she’d been.

Dora was lost to how good it felt, heedless to any other considerations. She moved in lockstep with Kon, slamming her hips up to meet his cock as he drove into her, then rolling her hips while he came out.

His erection left her, slathered in Dora’s copious juices, and the sight was so arousing that Harley locked her lips onto the underside of Kon’s shaft and sucked away all she could of the delicious cream. When Kon flew back into Dora, his prick was as slippery with her saliva as it had been coming out with Dora’s wetness.

Harley greedily licked and kissed, savoring as much of Dora’s nectar as she could get to. Her mouth slid up and down Kon’s vast endowment, lips clamped to the pulsating shaft. She soon grew to like the taste of Kon’s prick as well, running her mouth down to his balls and up along the section of his length that didn’t enter Dora at all.

“Let the Mexicans take as many jobs as they want,” she said, watching Kon’s erection become a bulging presence in Dora’s once hollow belly. “They’re not getting this blowjob!”

The precum was flowing heavily and his cock came out of Dora wet with both the girl’s honey and his own muskiness. Harley lapped at the mingled fluids flowing from Dora’s widespread pussy. Her hair flew about. Her mouth explored to her heart’s content. She tongued Dora’s anus and tickled Kon’s balls with her lapping tongue. The bulging scrotum beat like a racing heart against her taste buds.

“Oohh! He’s gonna cream!” Harley enthused, as excited as a kid at Christmas.

Dora screamed and thrust up with her hips, taking as much of Kon’s length into her as her cunt would allow. As the huge piston crammed into her, Kon’s balls thundered and his thick cum flew out of him. It would’ve gotten everywhere if it weren’t for the sheath wrapped tight as a condom around his cockhead, catching the spraying seed and gathering it into a reservoir within Dora’s belly.

She cried out in ecstasy, her snatch melting with the molten sperm inundating it. Excess semen rushed out of her glutted pussy and ran down her thighs. Dora writhed madly under Kon, working away the glorious energy of her orgasm, an energy that was intensified with every second Kon spent packing her full of his cum.

As the last of Kon’s ejaculate flooded into her, he straightened, his head lowered, his prick still stiff, holding Dora up like a ballerina’s barre. Dora quivered blissfully, her orgasm continuing as more cum spooled out of her. Only slowly did she come off of Kon’s fat prick, dropping into a pile on the ground with her quivering pussy still emptying itself of the eruption that was too abundant to fit into her cunt.

Harley kept mouthing Kon’s phallus, thrilled that his balls were still plenty heavy and his cock still hard. She only took her lips off it to bury her blonde head between Dora’s thighs, licking at the morass Kon had left behind in her cunt while her hands pumped away at Kon’s erection.

Harley felt a sense of possessiveness with Kon, having initiated him into sex. She had to have as much right to his cum as Dora, who after all was just letting it spill out onto the floor.

Lying there and smiling contentedly, Dora could only go cross-eyed as Harley’s nimble tongue further stimulated her already flaring cunt. As cock-drunk as she was at the moment, it was impossible for her not to notice that Kon was still hard. She wanted him back inside her—as soon as she could move her legs well enough to get back in position.

“What is this? What are you freaks doing?” Sorceress demanded. Her superpowered self’s usual foul attitude was further entrenched by finding that, while she fought for her life against the Silicon Dragons, her teammates had apparently decided to make a sex tape, minus the camera. “I realize you were coerced to go on this mission, but can you at least try to accomplish something before you act like you’re in a bordello?”

Harley leapt up to her feet. Her long relationship with the Joker had her automatically worried that Sorceress would tell on her, something she wasn’t concerned about with Kon and Dora. After all, if Mistah J found out they’d had sex with her, he’d kill ‘em. They were in the same boat she was!

That gave her an idea about how to deal with Sorceress.

“Gee, Sorcy, I thought the mission was over. We did kill everybody, right? Seems like a good time to kick back and enjoy ourselves. If Wally wants us back, she can come get us. That’s her problem.”

Dora gurgled something that sounded like agreement.

“Don’t call me Circe,” Sorceress said. “I know her and she’s a bitch.”

She glanced at Kon, who seemed bigger and grayer and hornier—in many respects—than she recalled. And surely she would’ve noticed if he’d been so well-hung before, unless those tight pants were somehow enchanted not to give away how endowed he was.

Superboy had not seemed the type for that kind of modesty.