Oh god, the blonde was good. Too good. No one on earth had ever tongued Barb like this. Kara knew what she wanted before she knew it herself. Barb’s entire body was trembling. She felt her orgasm, still in the distance, but inevitable; the huge snowfield at the mountaintop, poised to avalanche when the fragile ice melted just enough. She desperately worked Bruce’s cock, rimming it with her thumb. He throbbed in her fingers. She could tell he wasn’t far away either. The race was on.
Kara desperately wanted to use her hands. A finger in the redhead’s ass, or two deep in her pussy, she’d wring more orgasms out of Barb than that bitch could even dream of, but Barb’s legs pinned her arms. She sucked Barb’s clit deep into her mouth, in sharp pulses. She stabbed her tongue deep into her dripping pussy. She felt Barb’s hand falter on Bruce’s cock, so near her cheek, as Barb’s hips bucked involuntarily. Kara quickly caught her clit again, pulled it into her mouth, hummmmmed to vibrate it.
Barb’s spine curled as the avalanche started. She clutched Bruce’s cock again but it was too late. Oh, she made him cum alright, like a bat out of hell, but too late.
Barb’s juices poured over Kara’s mouth and down her throat. A few seconds later, Bruce’s cumshot rained down across Kara’s eyes, and in her sweat-soaked hair.
Barb went limp as the last wave of her climax rippled through her. She couldn’t keep her balance; she gasped for air only just then realizing she’d been holding her breath. Kara toppled her off almost effortlessly. She turned and licked Bruce’s shaft like a cat; it made him think of Selina. “Not bad,” Kara told him with a wicked smile, and went after Barb. She had no intention of letting her recover.
The redhead lay flat on her back, her clit throbbing with aftershocks. Her eyes were still closed tight, but she heard Kara was coming for her, the click of her boot heels clicking echoing off the mirrors. She moaned when the blonde scissored her, pussy to pussy, but forced herself up on her hands, her arms braced behind her, and opened her eyes to Kara’s smirk.
“You might as well keep them closed, Barbie,” Kara said. “I’m going to fuck you blind.” She took her upper body weight on one arm, her free hand closing on Barb’s breast. Barb summoned her strength and matched her. Slowly, they ground their pelvises together, and dug their claws deep.
Within a minute, Barb shuddered with her second orgasm, and her third, as Kara’s clit pinned hers easily. But then her hypersensitivity turned to numbness. She clenched her teeth and her grip on Kara’s tit, the same one she’d twisted into near-submission before, and hammered into the blonde girl’s pussy.
Kara’s smirk was gone now. Her arms collapsed. She slapped the floor impotently as she jerked with her first orgasm, squirting over Barb’s lower belly. Barb pushed herself up, mounting her, crushing her harder. “Oh fuck!” Kara sobbed as the pain in her tit collided with the intense pleasure in her clit. She writhed as Barb ground into her, smearing Kara’s taut ass in a circle on the polished floor. Her nipples bulged as she came a second time; Barb shifted her grip and stabbed her thumbnail into the one. That savage lightning bolt of pain threw Kara off her edge for the third time.
It was three to three. The tie had to be broken.
Bruce was hard again. Clark was like steel. They stood and came to Kara and Barb as the two women got shakily to their knees. They clinched, their bruised tits pressed together. Right hands plunged into pussies, left hands clawed into hot, swollen tits. Kara turned her head left, and took Bruce in her mouth; Barb turned the other way and sucked Clark deep. The two men locked eyes.
“It’ll be a dark night before I cum first,” Clark said.
“That doesn’t even make sense,” Bruce said.
“You have a better idea of how to work it in?” Clark asked. Unfortunately, Bruce didn’t.
Any more conversation between the two men was impossible as the two women’s heads bobbed. They each gripped sweaty hair and thrust deep into their partner’s throat. Kara pushed fingers deep into Barb, her thumb grinding the redhead’s clit. Barb pinched Kara’s clit between two of her fingers, rubbing it hard, up and down, side to side.
Clark lost, if you want to call it that. He had the huge disadvantage of it being his first of the night. He was good, but it wasn’t like he was some kind of superman. Barb drank every drop, hungrily sucked him dry, crushing Kara’s tit as hard as she could at the same time.
Bruce opened his mouth to gloat but at that second Kara did something with her tongue. He didn’t know what it was, but it was like a cave opened up under his feet. Both men were out.
The two heroines locked eyes, then mouths, in a passionate kiss. Kara broke it first, with a gut-wrenching sob. She felt like she was dying from the agony in her breast. Her mind screamed enough. It just hadn’t come out her mouth yet when Barb’s hips jerked uncontrollably, her arms falling limp, her eyes rolling up in her head. Her fourth and final. She fainted against her blonde rival.
Kara owned Barb for the weekend. She fucked her over and over, in every room of Wayne Manor. She let Bruce watch. By Sunday night, Barbara Gordon was a wrecked shell of a woman. Kara stretched, immensely pleased with herself.
“Who’s Selina?” she asked Bruce suddenly.
