DCEC: Gorilla City Soirée
Added 2020-08-30 04:20:36 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: A commission within the continuity of the DC Erotic Canon, featuring some ol' fan faves. :)
There's a chance that the third installment (and finale!) of Dark Contract will be a day or two late, but only that. Then we'll be moving on to the next pitch... which, to prepare for Patroween, will be HORROR!
[story/comedy] [fu(x2)/F] [more tags below]
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Free as a bird.
Wind blew through Harley Quinn’s pigtails as she soared downward through the air above Gorilla City. She tucked her arms to her sides, squeezing her eyes shut. She would have laughed maniacally -- still wanted to, honestly -- but briefly attempting it a moment ago had led to way too much air shooting into her lungs, and that had not been as fun as she’d hoped. So for now, for once, the clown princess had to keep her mouth shut.
Big blue eyes opened once more, looking down at the primitive empire below her, the ape soldiers fighting back against hordes of lesser capes and heroes on crowd control duty. That wasn’t her goal, not today. Today, her sights were set on Mr. Beef Supreme himself, the Big Honcho, Daddy Monkeybrain. Gorilla Grodd. She could see him in the midst of his forces, the commander of yet another uprising, yet another plan to create a gorilla army and go to war. What he didn’t know was that one Miss Harley Quinn had just been airdropped from several hundred feet in the air.
“CooooowaaaaaaBUNGA!” Harley roared, aiming carefully in mid-air and throwing a timered sticky bomb in the form of a pink-frosted cupcake. The explosive struck true, fusing to the side of Grodd’s heavy breastplate and beginning to beep even as Harley pulled out her mallet, hoisting it sideways to start spinning as she descended. Faster and faster she fell, becoming a red-and-black whirlwind of death.
The bomb went off, drawing a growl from Grodd and sending him staggering -- exactly the opening she needed, perfectly timed -- and an instant later the crack! of a homerun sounded throughout the din of combat. The handle of the mallet splintered with the impact, and Harley herself followed it with a double-legged kick intended as much to halt her downward momentum as it was to deal any real damage. The issue, of course, was that just because the mallet had broken didn’t mean it did any damage, and just because her kicks connected didn’t mean Grodd’s body absorbed any of her momentum.
Hitting Grodd had been like hitting a bank vault, and with the villain seemingly unfazed, Harley went tumbling across the rough wooden highway of the sunlit city, rolling over repeatedly until finally slamming into the wall of a wooden watchtower. “Uuughh... that... didn’t go exactly how I’d hoped....”
“How embarrassing,” a voice rumbled inside of her mind, way more grumpy than all the other voices usually were. “Was that your best shot? Is this the best your world could send against me? Harley... Quinn...?”
“Well, I know I ain’t as pretty as Supahman, but ya gotta admit, I got moves,” the reformed villainess giggled, wiping a trace of blood from her nose. “Though I guess I’m kinda surprised at you, too.”
The voice grew perplexed as the armored ape stomped toward her, hate in his dark, beady eyes. “Surprised?”
“I mean, I knew gorillas had those little two-inch schmekels, but honestly I had no idea how bad it affected ya,” Harley giggled darkly, sitting up with her back against the wall, the shattered half-handle of her mallet still clutched in her hand. “I mean, ya gotta admit, trying to create a global empire? Textbook overcompensation. Have ya considered gettin’ therapy?”
Grodd’s teeth bared, his eyes lighting with fiery rage as his hands tightened into fists. “Enjoy your jokes, clown -- they will be your last.”
“Prob’ly not, honestly. Did ya really not wonder how I fell out of the sky? And nevah once did ya think I might be the distraction?”
The ape’s glare dropped into an open expression of confusion, one that never had time to become one of fear before he was lifted into the air at speeds faster than sound, his massive bulk lifted as easily as one might lift a feather. A barrage of punches from a white-clad bombshell were carried out in less than a second before Grodd was piledriven back downwards, through floor after floor of his city and into the earth.
A moment later, Power Girl floated back up through the hole she’d drilled with Grodd’s body, holding the unconscious beast in one hand, a cocky grin on her face. “That went better than expected.”
“Hey, you weren’t the one who got airdropped, Peej! That hurt!” Harley chuckled weakly, pulling herself to her feet and dusting herself off. “Broke my bat, too.”
“Still, Grodd’s telepathic abilities were gonna be a bitch to get past without something that really threw him off his guard. Good thing we had someone so....”
“Brilliant? Talented? Heroic? Beautiful? Someone with a Ph.D?”
“I was probably gonna land on ‘annoying’ but we can go with one of those.”
“Hell yeah! Knew that Ph.D’d come in handy for somethin’,” Harley cheered, lunging inward to wrap her arms around Power Girl in a tight hug, at exactly the perfect height to bury her face into the kryptonian’s legendary boob-window.
“Very impressive,” came a third voice, two pairs of boots lighting softly on the battlefield where Grodd had made his last stand, boots belonging to Wonder Woman -- who had spoken -- and J’onn J’onzz, the Martian Manhunter. “I admit, I had little faith in your plan. Had its components been less...” the amazon’s gaze lingered on Harley, “...expendable, I would have insisted on another.”
“Fortunately, the telepathic battle you recommended wasn’t needed,” J’onn nodded, looking somewhat relieved -- despite his own psychic abilities, Grodd’s were significant enough that a direct conflict may have unknown results. “I’ll get Grodd to the Watchtower. Good work, you two.”
Taking the unconscious heap from Power Girl, the martian vanished into the sky, leaving only kryptonian, amazon, and clown.
“So she is... what, now? Your sidekick?” Diana tilted her head towards Harley, who beamed back. “She’s a bit dangerous to be keeping as a pet.”
“No ‘hi Kara, it’s been a while,’ then?” Power Girl smirked, gesturing towards the hut Harley’d crashed into and starting to walk towards it, ushering for the others to follow. “Starfire and I are doing a sort of... joint custody thing with Terra, and I like having someone else around. Besides, she obviously offers more than she lets on.”
“Indeed she does...” Wonder Woman grumbled as the three entered the hut, Harley quickly leaping into an oversized hammock with a giggle. “I just pray she doesn’t turn against you.”
“Don’t mind her, Peej, we got bad blood,” Harley chimed in, laying on her stomach with her legs kicking back and forth above her. “Though I don’t remembah you havin’ such a bad time, nyehehe....”
“Bad time?” Kara Zor-L arched a brow, sitting down at the edge of one of the hammocks herself. “I didn’t know the two of you were acquainted.”
“We... it’s a long story, I--” Diana began, her hands on her hips, only to be interrupted by the gothamite.
“Yo, Pee-Gee, did you know amazons got dicks? Like all of ‘em?” she giggled. “Don’t know how to use ‘em either, just handjobs all around! More embarrassin’ than Grodd’s teenie weenie.”
“Clown!” Diana barked.
“Oh, that’s right, most human girls don’t, do they?” Power Girl shrugged, hooking one finger into the bottom of her leotard and tugging it aside, exposing her massive kryptonian member, half-hard from the recent battle. “Kryptonian women have them too. And tamaraneans... and terrans... and havanians....”
Harley’s eyes went wide with wonder, her jaw falling slack. “No fuckin’ way, you’re tellin’ me I’ve been surrounded by a buffet of alien girldick this whole time and the first one I ever saw was Wondy’s? That ain’t fair! And holy shit--!” she gestured to Kara’s exposed member, awestruck. “Wondy, you better get a parent to cover your eyes or somethin’, ‘cause I know exactly where that’s goin’!”
“Let me guess, your... posterior?” Diana scoffed, “Vile creature.”
“Ey, don’t knock it ‘til ya tried it,” the clown grinned, cartwheeling out of her hammock and getting onto her knees in front of Kara, her adoration visible as she nuzzled the base of the stiffening rod. Looking back at the amazon, she smirked, “And you didn’t seem to think it was so vile on the givin’ end.”
“Excuse me, don’t I have a say in what goes where?” Kara chimed in, her smirk not leaving her face even as Harley’s hand wrapped greedily around the base of her shaft. She and Harley had been ‘cuddly’ over the course of their tenuous partnership, and while the kryptonian didn’t find it at all unlikely that their time together would culminate so... carnally, she hadn’t expected the jester’s childlike glee at her physiology. “Nnnn....”
“Nah, once ya pop ya can’t stop, Peej,” Harley grinned, dragging her tongue along the underside of Power Girl’s cock, “but we should see if Wondy wants in... maybe give her a taste of what she’s missin.’” Glancing over her shoulder, she winked at the amazon, who stifled an indignant gasp.
“Sure you don’t wanna have some fun, Diana?” the kryptonian grinned, biting her lip as Harley nuzzled her cock, unzipping the front of her long-sleeved, black-and-red garment and exposing her pale body beneath, leaving herself in only her knee-high boots before backing up into Power Girl, giggling madly as she grinded her backside against the blonde’s swollen rod. “Can let Harley warm you up, since you two are... acquainted.”
To the surprise of both Kara and Harley, and after a moment of teasing and cajoling, Wonder Woman finally relented, however hesitantly -- the growing tent in her starry blue battle-panties the first sign that she’d bend, before they were finally discarded along with the heroine’s armored bustier, revealing her astoundingly muscled, sun-kissed body. She stood indignantly as the clown crawled towards her on all fours, taking lick after playful lick at her ragingly hard ladycock and swaying her own pale hips back and forth in invitation to the kryptonian. One hand reached back to pull one of her perky buttcheeks to the side, revealing the eager star it had partially hidden; the proverbial wax seal on that invitation that let Kara know exactly what she wanted, and where she wanted it.
“Mmmnnn... nyehehe...” Harley licked lovingly around the tip of Diana’s cock, kissing and suckling it until she got the croon of approval she’d wanted from the amazon. Wonder Woman was getting stiffer and more compliant by the second, the pent-up lust of the recent battle combining with her loose familiarity with both women to make her give in to the pair with surprising ease. In a moment, though, it was Harley’s turn to hiss with pleasure when she was given what she wanted -- Power Girl hovering down from the hammock to prod the tip of her thick dick against Quinn’s snug rear entrance, chewing her lip as it was swallowed by the greedy hole. Pushing it deeper, she let out a heated gasp as Harley’s behind tightly gripped and squeezed around her, making for penetration that was both accommodating and satisfying.
“Aaahh, you’re... I forgot the fervor with which you pleasure, daughter of Dionysus,” Diana squeezed her eyes shut, pinning her hands behind her to keep balanced and spreading her marvelous thighs, giving Harley all the room she needed to bob down deep onto her cock -- taking the throbbing shaft into her mouth, then throat, her gag reflex seemingly nowhere to be found, as if this were merely a dramatic act of erotic sword-swallowing in a circus sideshow.
“And you haven’t even seen what I can do,” Power Girl grinned, biting down on her lower lip as she pressed forward, watching with delight as she sunk her cock back down to the root in Harley’s ass, drawing a delighted croon from the ex-villainess. “You don’t know fun ‘til you’ve been fucked by a kryptonian, after all. Just ask Supergirl... and Starfire... and-- my dick is a gift that keeps on giving, I guess is the point.”
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re taking the clown’s side, now,” Diana protested a little too quickly, though her comment was followed by a wince and moan when Harley drew back off of her cock, sinking downwards again to wrap her dark red lips around one of the amazon’s balls, twirling her tongue around it again and again in a wet cyclone of delight. “I’ve gone centuries without the need to be... mounted, I’m sure I’ll be able to live without it.” It was the very brashness of Diana’s rebuttal, though, that made it sound hollow -- especially when a trickle of precum was leaking from the tip of her throbbing girldick and down its length, prompting Harley to shift back up to drag her tongue along the trail of musky moisture. The jester let out a content moan, moving back to smooch Diana’s tip... before something Kara had said caught up with her brain, prompting an abrupt pause.
“Wait...” she said, glancing behind her, her makeup doing its best to hide the increasing flush in her cheeks brought on by Kara’s slowly, steadily thrusting cock up her tight ass. “You fucked Supergirl? Ain’t you, like... sisters or whatevs? Not that I have any ish with that, pretty hot honestly, but like--”
“Technically we’re alternative versions of one another,” Power Girl punctuated her explanation with a deeper, faster thrust, rough enough to draw a blissful squeal from Harley but not so hard that her superpowers presented any unwanted side-effects. “So it’s more like... masturbation, than incest. Either way, it was fucking amazing.”
“To think I’ve been... nnn... surrounded by scoundrels for so long without realizing,” Wonder Woman grumbled, though she was having greater and greater difficulty keeping her face from screwing up in pleasure. Harley had returned to her ‘task,’ taking the amazon’s cock deep into her throat and shifting up and down along it, her tongue coiled around the throbbing rod while the one behind her drilled steadily in and out of her rear... a sight that Diana found herself increasingly fixated on, watching those pale cheeks jiggle with each impact of the kryptonian’s hips, watching that thick cock spear into that tight little hole. It was the swell of envy in her chest that the demigoddess was unsure how to rationalize -- she’d had Harley’s behind before, and enjoyed it plenty, but her member was currently being given all the attention it needed.
No, it wasn’t Power Girl she was envious of. It was Harley.
Swallowing hard, Wonder Woman bit back another little moan, and continued, “But... perhaps, since you insist so strongly... and to show that I am without fear or reservation... perhaps I may indulge you in, erm....”
“Aauphgh--” Harley tried to speak, seemingly forgetting she had about ten inches of dick in her mouth. Pulling back, she tried again, “Aw, come on Wondy, spit it out before we get the lasso out again. We already danced this dance once.”
Scowling, Diana hesitated... then continued. “Perhaps I would be willing to switch places with the madcap.”
“Hah! I knew you’d come around,” Power Girl grinned broadly, “you must be in a good mood, today.”
“Well, the... thrill of battle ignites my spirit, of course....”
“Sure it does,” Harley grinned wickedly, lapping once more along Diana’s dick before easing forward more fully, letting Power Girl’s cock slowly slide free of her, going almost cross-eyed as she let herself enjoy every instant of the massive thing easing out of her ass. “Nnn, fuck,” she moaned, letting out a little squeak when the tip finally escaped her with a barely-audible pop. “All yours, Wondy.”
“And, erm... where should I...?” the amazon grumbled hesitantly as Power Girl sat back again, her slick shaft pointing straight up -- a perfect invitation to be sat on. The kryptonian’s response was silent but poignant, her vibrant blue eyes looking down to her own cock, then to Wonder Woman, one eyebrow arched and a smirk touching her lips. “Very well... perhaps the clown can still be of some use,” she bit her lip, then let it go, doing her best to appear at least somewhat in control; resistant despite her willing compliance.
Inhaling deeply, Diana found the alien’s arms winding gently around her hips as she lowered herself, facing outwardly, into Kara’s lap, planting her legs at either of the kryptonian’s sides and carefully easing downward. Her own impressive shaft, still fully erect and unattended, bobbed and flexed with anxious desire as the heroine mounted herself on the equally-impressive member of Power Girl. A sharp intake of breath hissed through clenched teeth when Diana finally felt the swollen tip prod insistently against her asshole, her body tensing, then relaxing. She was determined -- she could do this. To fail would be to prove herself less resolute than the lowly buffoon Quinn. Not only would Diana meet her, she’d outmatch her... at least, that was the plan.
“Nooow ya cookin’ with gas -- or, uh, cookin’ with... ass? Nah, that don’t really work, ah...” Harley furrowed her brow, tongue sticking out between her lips as she watched Diana sink down onto the kryptonian’s dick, taking it deep into her backside. Her penis pulsed and jumped with involuntarily excitement, an unexpected reaction that made the amazon squirm. Wonder Woman’s screwed up expression of pleasure spoke volumes of what she was enduring, that this... did... feel good, if strange. “Ah, whatevah, c’mere,” Harley finished, lunging inward and planting one foot carefully at the edge of the hammock Power Girl sat on to balance it. One hand went to one of Wonder Woman’s breasts, clasping the full orb and deeply massaging it as she mashed her dark lips to the amazon’s in a long, hungry embrace. She was delighted by this sudden buffet of girldick, but used what little willpower she had to neglect grabbing onto Diana’s cock and giving it a what-for -- she wanted the raven-haired demigoddess in perfect working order when Harley’s turn came again.
Power Girl let out a groan of pleasure, wincing but leaving her eyes open to feast on the sight of those beautiful hips dropping into her lap, perfect asscheeks that may as well have been carved from marble parting perfectly to swallow the kryptonian’s throbbing cock. Biting her lip, she thrust upward, not content to let Diana control the pace completely, and drew a husky moan from the amazon -- the kind of sound one never expects to hear from someone like Wonder Woman. A sound of trepidation and ecstasy, her body tensing and twitching as Kara taught her a whole new kind of pleasure. “Fuuhck...” she whispered under her breath, laying a blue-gloved hand on Diana’s hip and leaning in to kiss the side of the amazon’s throat, shifting up to stuff her cock back into that firm, silky-smooth backside, the entire thing tightening and contorting around her. If this had been any dick but Kara’s, it would have been crushed into a diamond by now.
Diana’s breath caught in her throat, part of an initial resistance to Harley’s kiss... but after a moment, even the amazon’s resolute obstinance began to dissolve, her body beginning to relax and embrace the pulses of pleasure shooting through her. Her tongue slipped free to enter the clown’s mouth, hands sliding down the other woman’s back to grope and squeeze at her backside. In only moments more, she was beginning to shift back and forth against Power Girl’s lap, taking that massive thing inside of her and letting the kryptonian give her what she didn’t know she needed, the greek warrior finally getting the fucking she was born to take. “Nngh... h-harder... give it to me...!”
“Well... if you insist,” Power Girl stifled a chuckle, the gradual rolling of her hips picking up speed from a even pounding to a rapid drilling -- then further, utilizing a small degree of her alien abilities to go faster than a human possibly could, her raging girldick pummeling into Diana’s ass at speeds that would endanger anyone lesser than the legendary Wonder Woman. The amazon gasped, her moans escalating into a siren’s call of unanticipated ecstasy that she barely managed to bite back, pouring that excess into her enduring embrace with Harley Quinn. Her tongue now fully invading Diana’s mouth, the blonde lunatic continued to grope and paw, squeezing eagerly at both full, lush tits as she rubbed up into the amazon’s side, squirming sensuously against the other woman as they kissed.
“Hhahhh... hnnnghh... I’m... by Aphrodite...!” Wonder Woman winced, squeezing around Harley a little too firmly, enough to draw a squeak and wheeze from the cute clown.
“Eyy, don’t get-- hhrrk-- too close to bustin’, Wondy, I ain’t had my fun yet,” Harley rasped throughout Diana’s crushing hug, nibbling at the superhuman beauty’s lip after her words. “I know exactly where I want that load you’re cookin’ up to go!”
“Three guesses,” Power Girl chuckled drily, “first two don’t count.”
“Very well,” Wonder Woman groaned, knees wobbling a bit as she dislodged from both other women, shuddering with pleasure as she let Power Girl’s cock slowly escape her. She’d enjoyed her time on ‘the other side,’ and would dwell on it considerably in the future, but the clown was right -- it was unreasonable not to include her when she lacked the appendages of her mightier companions. Briefly nuzzling and kissing Kara, she dismounted fully and lowered herself to the floor, powerful legs spread, her aching erection no less hard than it had been before. “Have your fun, clown.”
“Don’t mind if I do!” Harley grinned, all but tackling the amazon and climbing into her lap, twisting around to face Power Girl as she planted her feet at either of Diana’s sides. She needed none of the warming up and slow lowering Diana had -- to the amazon’s annoyance -- and perched herself ass-first on Wonder Woman’s throbbing cock as easily as someone might crawl up onto a barstool. “Hwwuuaahhh... just like apple pie....”
“What?”
“Look, they can’t all be winners, awright?”
“You ready for some peanut butter to go with those crunchberries?” Power Girl floated back off the hammock, kneeling in front of Harley and laying the underside of her slick cock across the clown’s pussy -- only to have Harley push it downward, covering her slit with her free hand.
“I’m an ‘Oops! All Berries’ kinda gal, Peej,” she grinned wickedly, biting hard on her lower lip as she felt the kryptonian bump the tip of her dick against Quinn’s already-filled ass. “Anythin’ worth doin’s worth overdoin’!”
“I’m not gonna complain about a chance to rub my cock against Wonder Woman’s,” the alien chuckled, though even she was showing signs of reaching her melting point -- the moan she let out as she pushed forward, forcing her shaft smoothly into Harley’s asshole alongside the amazon’s, was more tense, more heated than her others. “In Rao’s name...” she breathed, eyelids fluttering a moment as she sunk in deeper and deeper, Diana already beginning to firmly thrust up into the tight, pliable hole.
“Ho-hoooooly fuck!” Harley threw her head back, accidentally headbutting Wonder Woman to no effect, as the second cock was forced into her backside, both beginning to work in and out of her clinging hole -- slow at first, but going faster now, both women finding their rhythms quickly. With both amazon and kryptonian at the precipice of their own climaxes, the only duty left was to satisfy the clown... for whom it seemed the rougher, the better. Kara winced as Diana’s balls slapped up into her own, causing a twinge of pain that only made her thrust faster, harder, always keeping her powers in mind. To go fast, but not too fast.
Both heroines were now matching each other’s pace, going quicker and quicker, their cocks grinding and sliding against one another in the tight vice of Harley Quinn’s ass, stretching the greedy hole around them until it became their home, the resistance it offered lessening to a degree where all that remained was pleasure. Well, pleasure, and the sound of Harley’s wailing.
“Fuuuuckin’ shiiit~! Spin me around, cover me in marshmallow creme and put me on a roller coaster to fucktown, I’m joinin’ the Justice League pronto! Hhahh... ahhh, ffhhuh, fuckkk...!” she screamed out, eyes rolling back into her head as her ass was drilled from both sides, double-stuffed by two of the most jarringly gorgeous and powerful women Harley had ever seen, much less been double-anally railed by. As babbling grew to incoherent screams of bliss, the clown jittered and spasmed, contorting her flexible gymnast’s figure this way and that... and any doubts that Harley was in the throes of orgasm became no more substantive than the jester girl’s sexual inhibitions.
Leaning across Quinn’s shoulder to steal a kiss from each other, Wonder Woman finally began to unload, pumping thick strands of spunk into the clown’s ass -- while Power Girl withdrew, letting her cock quickly slip free to unleash its payload... one that nearly broke the sound barrier as it shot through the straw roof of the Gorilla City hut they were staying in. Something Supergirl or Starfire could handle, but Harley... Harley needed to be spared that fate.
“Holy shit,” Harley panted, aftershocks still spasming through her as Diana’s cum dribbled out of her satisfied hole, her pale figure drenched in sweat despite the other two being remarkably inexhausted. “Seeya... next week...? Same bat-time, same bat-channel?”
“In your dreams, clown,” the amazon huffed, awkward again as she freed herself from Quinn, stumbling back a few steps as she rose to her feet, looking for the segments of her outfit. “I just needed to... refresh myself, after the battle.”
“Sure, puddin’,” Harley said dreamily, seconds from passing out, a wide, blissful smile on her face.
“But seriously, though,” Power Girl nodded to Diana, a brow arched and her lips just barely threatening a smile. “You have my number, right?”
“I am able to contact you, yes,” the amazon nodded, taking a moment to catch her breath. Harley she paid no more mind, the clown barely-conscious on the ground, and as her senses began to return to her Wonder Woman turned her back to the kryptonian, leaning down to pick up the starry blue cloth of her crumbled bottoms. Her eyes widened, though, when she felt the other woman’s presence behind her, hands easing towards her hips as Power Girl’s still-stiff girlcock pushed up into the crevice of Diana’s upturned backside.
“You know, we never quite finished what we started,” Kara purred, her voice growing husky. The kryptonian seemed entirely unwinded by their rendezvous thus far, her powerful figure undecorated by the sheen of sweat. “I can’t leave your first experience... incomplete, can I?”
Glancing back over her shoulder, Diana’s heart fluttered, a sudden throb from her own cock assuring her that it was ready for more -- perhaps more than its owner expected it to be. “And I’m certain your own desires play no part in this sense of diligence,” she replied, a hint of playfulness in her rich voice... accentuated by a subtle back-push of her hips, easing her backside up along the thick cock sandwiched between its firm, flawless globes. It was the only invitation Power Girl needed.
“Oh, they really, really do,” the kryptonian grinned, gently digging her fingers into the firm, supple meat of Diana’s hips as she lined up the tip of her member with Diana’s rear entrance, already slick and loosened from their earlier play. A moment of resistance, and Wonder Woman pushed back against the alien’s insistent thrust, letting the swollen crown of Kara’s girldick pop inside that snug hole -- allowing the rest to sink smoothly in behind it. “Nnnhh, fuck... I can’t believe your people aren’t doing this all the time.”
“Perhaps a... ffh... tradition that will need to change,” Wonder Woman winced, biting down on her lip and reaching out to place one palm against the wall, keeping herself balanced as she bent over for Power Girl. Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment as a pulse of pleasure shot through her, the amazon’s back arching and her toes curling as Kara’s thick shaft buried itself deeply into her backside. That deep entrenching was followed by a thrust, then another, the pace making its way in jumps back to where it had been before Quinn had made her pleasant interruption.
“Nnnahhh... Diana, has anyone ever been brave enough to tell you you’ve got a fucking amazing ass?” Kara crooned, kneading the flesh of one thick cheek as she speared her meaty cock between the two, her balls paphing quietly into the amazon’s from behind with each thrust up that snug back hole.
“Brave, perhaps not,” Diana hissed through her teeth, holding herself steady as she rocked back in time with Kara’s thrusts, matching her heavy breathing to the rising rhythm of the kryptonian’s hammering hips. “Foolish, most assuredly. Though it is a compliment I... fhfff... a-accept.”
“Was that a stammer I heard?” Power Girl grinned, leaning forward a bit now and bringing one hand from Diana’s hip forward and beneath to the other woman’s breast, cupping the full swell of tender flesh. “I must finally be getting to you, Diana.”
“Perhaps you’d get further if you-- hahh-- ceased your chattering and fucked me...!” Wonder Woman moaned through clenched teeth, leaning forward to press her shoulder into the wall as she was fucked from behind, her own stiff girldick bobbing unattended back and forth, though approaching a lazy spinning motion as the kryptonian’s thrusts grew faster, more intense. A velocity that would have broken someone without the amazon’s durability. She trembled with pleasure as one strong hand teased and massaged her breast, a thumb hooking around to rub her beaded nipple in lazy circles. something to both elevate and distract from the intense desire and ecstasy building inside of her with each rough thrust of Kara’s cock.
Despite her continued attempts to appear undaunted, though, Diana’s will was cracking as her pleasure mounted, shuddering as Kara’s thrusts came faster, faster, faster -- she could feel her asshole squeeze and squirm, contracting and contorting around the massive kryptonian ladydick pounding into her again and again. It hit parts of her she didn’t know existed, unlocking a gateway to a new kind of sensation, a new kind of explosion, one her mind could barely make sense of... but that her body had no choice but to surrender to. Moans, gasps, and grunts made way to a yelp, then a bestial outcry as pleasure gave way to ecstasy, and ecstasy to release, her every muscle tensing and twitching, her back arching. The amazon’s throbbing cock bobbed and swelled, then pulsated with pump after pump of hot spunk, shooting out of her and onto the wood floor beneath her even as Power Girl’s thick love-cannon began to do the same.
Being filled with cum was just as new a sensation as finally being filled with cock, but no less exhilarating. The pounding of blood in her own ears nearly deafened her to Power Girl’s hot gasp of climax as the kryptonian unloaded, flooding her backside with a huge release of super-powered spunk, filling her with warmth as the alien seed burbled within her. Finally, after taking a long moment to come down from her high, Diana let herself slump to the ground, her breaths shallow and slow.
A flash of light shook both amazon and alien from a sex-addled stupor, eyes coming back into focus as they searched for the source of the sudden brightness that had vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Still-naked and sitting cross-legged in one of the hammocks, Harley Quinn held a smartphone in her hand, a maniacal grin on her painted face. “Now that’s goin’ on Instagram!”
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