We Bought A Harem 5 (Patreon)

Tim needed to use the bathroom and Red Tornado had to pick up Traya from school, so the only adult supervision as Bart lost his virginity were the other harem members watching and realizing that it would soon be their turn.

The thought did not fill them with trepidation.

Even Aisha looked forward to sampling what Dania, Rahma, Nida, and Jinan were already enjoying. And she soon had a Scout of her own, as did the four women on all sides of her, and the sixteen women all around them…

When Kon came out of his room and saw the depravity, he dropped the girl he’d been carrying. A Scout was quick to scoop her up and bear her away. There were Scouts fucking, Scouts sixty-nining, Scouts being jerked off while they fingered their harem girls. There were babes with other babes between their legs, trying out lesbianism as they waited for a new Scout to show up.

Kon saw a woman with a nose-ring on all fours, giving one Scout a blowjob while the real thing cocked her ass.

“My man,” he said approvingly, then amended that to “Men.”

He picked up one of the lesbian experimenters, then used his other arm to pick up the other for good measure. As much as he liked what Bart had done with the place, his room had a waterbed.

***

Tim came out of the bathroom and immediately entered a sort of fugue, moving in aimless disbelief through Mount Justice. He kept blinking, looking this way and that, trying to come up with something other than what he was seeing—an actual orgy.

Scanning every corner of the massive room as he went along, Tim found himself bewildered that Bart… not to mention so many beautiful women in possession of all their faculties… were capable of such debauchery. It was surreal. And it was getting to him, making his whole body tense. He could feel his control slipping, whispers of interest filling his mind, but he couldn’t look away.

“Oh! I’m coming! Do it again! I wanna come again!” one of the girls’ breathless voices shrieked, pulling his attention to her. “YESSSSSSSSSPPHH!”

Tim looked over and his cock started throbbing even more than it already had. The woman was pure perfection: tawny, lissome, with a flat stomach and perfectly rounded breasts tipped with pink nipples. His prick strained at the tightness of his pants.

She had her legs kicked high in the air, veed wide apart. On top of her, one of Bart’s Scouts pummeled down between her open thighs. Another Scout knelt by her face and, as she tried to announce her orgasm once more, he shoved his cock into her mouth. The Scout between her legs went wild, watching her suck his twin’s organ, and his own manhood jumped into her depths until his seed abandoned him in thick, flowing launches.

It occurred to Tim that he could join the threesome—if she didn’t mind two of Bart, she wouldn’t turn her nose up at one of him. There didn’t seem to be any rules to this degeneracy. Each and every harem girl was up for anything.

The woman… creaming all over the Scout’s maleness as she sucked another’s dry… actually looked at him speculatively. Tim could only look back at her as she gulped down one dose after another of hot cum. She was willing, but there wasn’t any room left and he didn’t want to try anal sex while maneuvering two Impulses alongside him.

He kept moving, deeper into the orgy, not sure what would happen but knowing it had to happen.

In the foyer, Tim was stopped by a woman. She wore a black niqab, though the intended modesty was undercut by how it was the only thing she wore. And even the headscarf was sheer silk, letting him see that her face was as beautiful as her body. Her eyes, as green and as sparkling as emeralds, took him in.

Then she smiled gently, as if expressing sympathy with the nervous sweat Tim felt washing over his masked features. It was enough to make him take back some of his jokes about Batgirl and Spoiler’s masks—clearly, sometimes a domino mask just didn’t cut it.

“Looking for an unattended girl or are you waiting for one of the Imps to notice you?” she asked coyly, running a fingernail over the little laces that tightened his chest armor together at the collar.

“I’m wondering who’s id I wandered into.” Tim looked over her body. He couldn’t not.

She obviously tanned easily, richly, and she must’ve thought the contrast between tanned and pale skin was sensual—which it was—because clearly she didn’t any more of a nudity taboo than the other girls, but there was still wonderfully white, creamy skin where a bikini top and bottom had protected her otherwise golden body from the sun.

She looked completely delighted. “Oh, this is your fantasy, master. And I’m going to make it come true.”

She ran her hands up both his arms, admiring the rippling muscles between his gloves and sleeves. It was clear she was turned on by him. Tim felt oddly embarrassed. “Are you sure you’re not thinking of Superboy?”

“Oh, that musclebound lummox? I’m sure he’s good at pumping in and out of a girl—probably has a lot to pump—but a lady likes to be caressed and appreciated and maybe gone down on too.”

Tim gulped. “I should probably find Imp… the real Imp… before all these Scouts pull a panty raid on Happy Harbor.”

“Oh.” She looked disappointed. “Then you’ve already… enjoyed yourself?”

Tim shook his head. “I’m still getting the feel of things.”

She looked downward and laughed. “You should let someone else get a feel. To keep from busting a seam, if nothing else.”

Tim realized just how hard he was and what a bulge it made in his trunks. For some reason, instead of being further embarrassed, he laughed with the harem girl. He felt his cheeks burning, though it wasn’t with mortification. He felt drunk on… something. Maybe the presence of such an interested, flirtatious, beautiful woman.

“My name is Paloma. If you haven’t enjoyed yourself, you mind if I do?” Her red lips puckered into a kiss that she blew suggestively down towards his groin. “I’ll show you what to do, if you haven’t figured it out already. And if you’re worried about pleasing me, don’t. It only takes a little to satisfy me.” And she smiled laconically. “Shame you don’t have a ‘little’. I’ll just have to settle for feeling you in my womb.”

The rosy nipples on her overripe breasts stood out almost beseechingly, seeking out his unresisting gaze. Slowly, Tim looked down from her tits, along her smooth belly, to the dense patch of blonde softness at her snatch. He immediately wanted to explore that luxuriant fur.

“I’d really like to be the first to welcome you to your new seraglio,” she continued. “To suck you completely dry, emptying your balls for the first time but not the last. You’re young, fit… it’ll be a long time before you leave here satisfied.”

Her hand went down to his rock-hard member. She stroked its bulge, both soothing him and exciting him until Tim felt like he was in a fervor, a berserker state that would only end when he had fucked this woman to her very limit.

“Would you like that?” Paloma concluded.

Like it? He needed it. Moving his hips in small circles, using her hand to masturbate himself instead of his own, Tim felt his body hit an insane height of pleasure. He had no idea he was capable of feeling so much. Sometimes, Steph had caressed him while making out and once Cass had grabbed his cock, but he got so nervous during those episodes that his response was more of fright than passion.

Paloma somehow didn’t let his nerves ruin the sensation. Tim only had to close his eyes and all he felt or needed to think about was her expert ministrations to his stiff cock. It wouldn’t take much to service him, with all he’d seen and how honed his anticipation was. Tim already felt the semen churning in his balls—rising up, threatening to burst from him and shower the whole gathering.

“Oh yeah,” Tim said, answering Paloma at last. “I’d really like you to suck me.”

“You’re giving me plenty to suck,” Paloma said agreeably, stroking his cock eagerly to produce even more dripping precum than had already seeped from him.

“Can we go somewhere?” Tim shuddered.

“What’s wrong with right here?” Paloma knelt down before him, his arms wrapping around his body, her hands feeling out the lithe muscles underneath his costume. His body armor was stiff, but surprisingly thin and flexible. She got a good feel of just how sculpted his musculature was. “Look around. Everyone’s having fun. Why not us?”

She moved her mouth towards his outthrust cock, while her fingers locked on his hips, wanting to hold Tim in place as soon as she got him between her lips.