Two Into Three Goes Hard epilogue

“Ooooffph… my head…” Karen moaned as she came awake, so consumed by her splitting headache that it took her a moment to realize where she was.

Cuddled up with Superboy, naked opposite Diana, who was equally nude.

“Oh fuck,” she muttered, realizing belatedly she needed to keep her voice down when Diana’s eyes fluttered open.

She seemed more bemused by her situation. “Well, I suppose it wore off. For you too, I assume. I don’t think that either of us are consumed by lust at the moment.” She glanced at Kon’s naked body, eyes traipsing decadently over his fallen member. “No more than usual, I should say.”

Karen grabbed at her cape and wrapped it around her body. That would have to do until she felt in control enough to superspeed into her costume while trusting she wouldn’t rip it. Something that, of course, had happened repeatedly at her bust… “I can’t believe that little shit! He actually fucked us! Both of us! While we were—”

“While we were what? Propositioning him? Naked? Halfway through ravishing each other already?”

“Shit, shit!” Karen’s headache felt a lot worse. She clutched at her temples, then quickly returned her hands to the cape before it could slip down any further. “Please tell me he’s not a minor. That Superboy thing is just because there can’t be two Supermen, right?”

“He’s a clone, so technically, he’s about five.”

“Oh fuck!” Karen cried, her raised voice making Kon stir in his sleep. “We’ve gotta get out of here,” she told Diana in a newly hushed voice. “We’ll think up something to tell him later. No, you tell him! I’d throttle the little punk, God, eating you out while he had me in his lap!”

“He did an exquisite job with me,” Diana purred, sounding nostalgic as she moved to Karen and started massaging her brow. “Here. Since you want to cover yourself so badly…”

“Don’t you!? No. Of course not. You’re from Nudist Island.”

“And we’ve been asleep for about nine hours,” Diana mused. “If anyone were going to see us, I think they would have by now.”

“Christ!” Karen wheezed, gritting her teeth together in an attempt to stifle her own raised voice. “We really need to get the fuck out of here!”

“Alright. But have you considered how that would affect Kon?”

“What? Who gives a shit! He should count himself lucky I don’t kick his ass for—”

“For making you come? Over and over again? It really was an adroit sexual performance. Far beyond what I would’ve been capable of at his age.”

Karen slapped Diana’s hands away. That massage felt too good for how pissed off she was. “What are you even talking about?”

“Karen, we might very well be his first sexual partners. How do you think it would make him feel if when he awoke, we’d disappeared on him?”

“I don’t give a shit! He took advantage of us!”

“He doesn’t know that. For all he knows, he seduced us and then exceeded our expectations. The expectations part is true, at least. I mean, did you know he could make us both orgasm at once?”

Karen gritted her teeth until her jaw would’ve cracked, were it made of mere diamonds. “What are you getting at?”

“Karen.” And Diana started rubbing Karen’s scalp again. “You and I are… well… we’re role models. Icons of womanhood at its strongest and most… loving. We can’t allow Kon to feel he’s done something wrong on his first day as a sexual being.”

“So, what, you want us to pretend we were just making out when he happened upon us and we were overcome with lust for him?”

Diana now outright petted Karen’s golden hair. “Is it so far-fetched?”

“Yes! And if we let him think he seduced us, what do we do when he wants a repeat performance?”

Diana’s sly fingers wandered down Karen’s neck and soothingly petted her shoulder. “What indeed?”

“You’re honestly saying you’d have sex with him… with me… with both of us… just so Superboy doesn’t develop some complex about women?”

Diana sighed fondly. “It is a sacrifice, but oh… such is the hero’s calling.”

Karen suddenly thought about it. Letting Kon do all that to her… when? Whenever he wanted? Whenever she wanted? And with Diana there too, sometimes, maybe all the time, maybe whenever Diana wanted—how much of a sex drive must she have, that she was actually considering this?

Just watching the two of them was something most men… most women, for that matter… would give nine fingers for. And with Karen participating too. Maybe being double-penetrated. Maybe having both breasts mauled by a pair of superpowered tongue. Maybe riding Kon’s face, as Diana had, while the Amazon straddled his cock—seeing if she could go as long as Karen without coming, or if she’d get off even faster, and how long either of them would take to make Kon blow when he’d lasted so long that first, impromptu time…

Diana’s hand had wandered down under the coverage of Karen’s cape. Her fingers stroked an expanse of skin on the mountainous slope of Karen’s teat, that would usually be exposed by her costume even, but nonetheless—Wonder Woman was fondling her breast.

“I think he’ll want a ‘repeat performance’ the moment he wakes up,” Diana whispered, casting a fond but slightly derisive look at Kon’s resting body. “Before he does, let’s finish what we started before we were so rudely interrupted.”

“We do need to convince him that what he stumbled on was nothing out of the ordinary…” Karen breathed, her grip on her cape none too steady anymore.

“Oh, I think it will be very far from ordinary,” Diana assured her. “Try not to be too loud. He’s a growing boy. He needs his rest.”

Much as Karen respected Diana, that was not a suggestion she could hold to for very long at all.