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🕑 Added 2019-03-17 13:00:02 +0000 UTC
Felicia lay on her back, naked flesh glistening with suntan lotion. Her large breasts were firm enough to defy gravity, but still had to sag a little bit, pulling up towards her face, sloshing to the sides with her deep breaths. Mary Jane, meanwhile, laid on her front, her own pale flesh equally gleaming, making her creamy skin impossibly soft, her pert buttocks almost irresistible to touch. Gwen could imagine that the only reason the two weren’t fucking each other was because they were already exhausted from applying their suntan lotion in the first place.
“Really?” she asked them. “You’re just going to lie there?”
“We’ve got our Peters,” Felicia purred. “One for each of us. Now seems like a good time to rest on our laurels.”
“She’s right,” Mary Jane said. “Maybe we should get a few more. Just for the hell of it.”
“I’m talking about Batgirl and Supergirl,” Gwen insisted. “They got lost in some hell dimension because of us. You’re really just going to leave them there?”
“It’s their own fault,” Mary Jane said. “They kept getting in the way. And bringing in Supergirl, well, that’s just cheating…”
Felicia sighed. “She was a pretty good fuck, though.”
“Who?”
Gwen colored. “Batgirl.”
Mary Jane took a deep breath. “I suppose we could—“
“Yeah,” Felicia agreed, nodding, “now that the job’s pretty much done. Put them back in their own dimensions, let bygones be bygones.”
“And I’ll go this time,” Mary Jane said. “Since we’re just getting the door for them.”
***
“Batgirl! Supergirl!” Mary Jane called, standing out in the desolate wasteland with no anything in sight for miles. She checked her reader again. There were definite signs of cross-dimensional energy, which should’ve put the two travelers somewhere in the vicinity, but she could see no sign of them. “Dammit, where are they? Now I’m all invested…”
“MJ,” Felicia said, watching her back, scanning the horizon for threats. “Check it out.”
Supergirl was flying in on them, carrying Batgirl in her arms. Batgirl looked the same as ever, but Supergirl had changed. Her costume looked darker, almost black, the cape a muted blood-red. Maybe she’d stained it while she was here.
Mary Jane kept her finger on the reader, ready to send them back at a moment’s notice. “We’re here to propose a truce!” she yelled. “We’ll take you back to your own dimension, you stay there and don’t bother us anymore. Agreed?”
Supergirl and Batgirl exchanged a glance. Something seemed to pass between them.
“Agreed.”
***
Back on Earth-877, Mary Jane looked out the window at the city they’d brought the heroines back to. Several stories below, traffic was creeping along normally. It didn’t look like Batgirl or Supergirl would have any problems here, so she and Felicia had no reason to feel guilty washing their hands of them.
“Okay,” she said, “we’re done here. Now to be on our—“
She felt Kara’s hands move around her waist, circling around her stomach and moving up her body, to just below her firm breasts. “What’s the hurry?” Kara asked softly into Mary Jane’s ear. MJ could smell her sweet fragrance, feel something thick and long pressing against her ass where their bodies met. “As long as we’re here, why not let us show you a good time?”
“What kind of good time did you have in mind?” Mary Jane asked. “And what’s that under your skirt?”
Kara’s hands moved slowly up Mary Jane’s chest, cupping her breasts. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”
Mary Jane tried to pull Kara’s hands off of her body. The movement pushed her hips backward, pressing her ass against the straining erection she was now certain was at Kara’s groin. Even as she was surprised by it, curiosity ran through her.
“Seriously, what is that?” Mary Jane insisted.
“Just my new costume,” Kara said. “Babs made it for me. She has one just like it. I think she’s already showing it to your friend…”
Exerting herself, Mary Jane broke away from Kara and moved to the next room. They’d ported into a deserted office for some peace and quiet, but now it seemed terribly isolated—almost intimate.
Throwing the door open, she found a conference room, Felicia stretched out on the table with her legs up on Barbara’s shoulders. A glistening phallus was emanating from the groin of Barbara’s costume, weighty and hard, more like a piece of armor than the silky fabric that apparently covered the rest of Batgirl. Felicia was guiding it to her wet sex. Mary Jane watched as the thick, throbbing dildo opened up Felicia’s labia, then sank deep into her cunt.
Kara wrapped her arms around Mary Jane from behind again, giving her breasts a firm squeeze. Mary Jane’s nipples were hard now.
“You want me and you know it,” Kara whispered into the back of Mary Jane’s neck, pressing a kiss into the freckled skin.
Mary Jane closed her eyes, her sensitive flesh burning where Kara had touched her, kissed her. She let the ripples of that excitement rush through her body. Kara’s hands were working magic through her dress, rubbing and caressing her breasts, making her nipples even harder, almost painfully sensitively. Mary Jane leaned back into Kara’s firmness, swaying her hips to rub her ass against whatever it was Kara was pressing against her. Rolling her head back, she laid her head on Kara’s shoulder and felt the girl’s breath coming quick and heated on her exposed neck.
“What’s happening to me?” Mary Jane asked. “Why can’t I control my body?”
“Because your body knows what it wants,” Kara said, squeezing hard, sinking her fingers deep into Mary Jane’s trembling breasts. Her phallus pressed between Mary Jane’s buttocks, separating them, and if it had been a boy, Mary Jane would’ve been sure this was someone with a pent-up load of cum they were just aching to shoot off.
“Yes… I want it…” Mary Jane heard herself say. “I want you… I want to do anything you say!”
Comments
Shendude
Well, this is an intriguing bit of tease.
