God Empress Harley Quinn update

A/N: All characters are above 18.

Courtney staggered, but she was not going to pass out. Not when staying awake even one more second meant more of these perfect women and their stunningly lascivious displays. She’d been watching a romance movie when Harley had first started… whatever this was… but all her trembling emotions couldn’t compare to how ready she was to come now, in love with every girl around her and wanting the dirtiest of things to happen with their bodies too.

Courtney really wanted to show all her friends on the Justice League how enthusiastic she was about pleasuring them, but right now, they were all about taking her virginities one after another, so all she had to show was what a nice piece of pussy she was.

She came, lurching backward and dropping into a chair. Her breath scorched in and out of her, the lush waves of her afterglow almost too much for her. She had no idea how she’d survived her climax.

“That was terrific, Courtney,” Diana breathed, backing away, easing her perfect ass down onto a sofa. “You came so uninhibitedly!”

How could I not? Courtney wondered, but she wasn’t at all capable of saying that—not with her eyes addicted to looking at Diana sprawled there, her rich thighs open, her pink inner flesh wet and alluring and shown so casually that she could only be displaying herself to a lover.

“Probably not her first time coming for us,” Karen smiled, dropping down onto the sofa on Diana’s right. “Just the first time we’re here for it.”

“I’m not sure about that,” Diana replied, grinning a little at how Courtney’s face flushed. “Remember that night we took her dancing? I think she liked wiggling around in front of us. I think she liked it a lot.”

Courtney bit her lip. A small part of her told her to shut up, to keep secret all her private thoughts, but this wasn’t the day for repression. Harley had seen to that. “I tingled some—I tingled a lot—but it’s nothing like what you did to me!”

“Merely taking your body to its fullest,” Diana smiled. “You shouldn’t have to settle for a few tingles when your flesh is capable of so much more. But I think you need a moment to catch your breath; you’re clearly not used to the heights your body reached just now. Why not lie down for a moment while Karen and I put on our own little show for you?”

“It’s only fair,” Karen tittered.

Courtney felt faint. “Don’t let me fall asleep. I wanna keep going all night long!”

“You will,” Diana assured her. “Pace yourself. And Karen, eat my cunt, now.”

Karen and Courtney shared a glance—Karen definitely getting off on Diana ordering her around and Courtney wishing it was her turn already. Not that she didn’t want to see Diana and Karen finishing what had started (at least once) on the dance floor where their bodies had gyrated so close…

“Join in when you feel ready,” Diana told Courtney, but the girl was frozen, only able to stare in wonderment at the completely luscious display before her.

Diana lying back, her legs open, Karen kneeling before her, both of them so naked, so perfect, every drop of sweat like a jewel adoring their sculpted bodies. Courtney boggled, wondering vaguely if she might spend hours simply watching before she dared to feel the heavens of their bodies for herself…

Karen shook with anticipation herself. Ever since she’d watched Courtney undulating her body on the dance floor—and a lot of times before that, if she was being honest, seeing Courtney with that sweet little physique in her skintight outfit, showing off her cheerleader abs and pierced belly button like an argument against age of consent laws—she’d wanted to have her tongue in that sweet cunt, just like Diana had done.

So it seemed fair to instead torture Courtney the way she had Karen’s libido, wrapping those svelte thighs around her staff time after time.

Karen went down in front of Diana, running her hands underneath that glorious Amazon ass. And speaking of teases, princess, the only thing worse than you swanning around in those star-spangled panties would be that one time you actually wore pants, you bitch. You know none of us have the guts to approach you, but you can at least let us see what we’re missing…

The carnation fragrance of Diana’s aroused sex was perfect too, of course. She should come every day, for the good of the team, if it made the Watchtower smell even a little like that…

Diana pushed her crotch forward demandingly, a queen knowing that her subject would give her what she wanted the moment it was ask for. Her hands went to her breasts, adding her own autoerotic pleasure to the satisfaction she needed.

And Karen could only join in, fastening her greedy mouth to Diana’s womanhood and letting the taste wash over her. She tried to remember to move her tongue, to explore the folds inside of Diana, to give her as much delight from this kiss as Karen was getting.

That seemed impossible, though. This was the nectar of the gods. The moment her tongue slid inside of Diana, Karen knew it didn’t belong in her mouth, it belonged in that cunt. Surrounded by pure liquid pleasure, twitching and fluttering, with the ecstatic look on Diana’s face showing she was as gratified to be served as Karen was to serve her.

Now Karen moved her lips up to that beaming clit, so awe-inspiring she had to please it. Diana whimpered, her little bud stiffening deliciously, and knowing that she could satiate all of that superlative body in one little button was like a lightning strike, charging Karen with blazing anticipation.

“Ohhh! Fuuuuuck! Kaarreeenn!” Diana keened, kneading her own tits like she was trying to make them feel as good as her pussy. “Make me do it, Karen, make me come!”

Courtney didn’t dare to disturb the perfection of their coupling, but she could not simply sit and watch. The need in her body demanded expression. She reached down to her cunt, wondering if it would feel anywhere near as good to Karen as Diana’s did.