Two Into Three Goes Hard

Karen shook her head, trying to clear her nostrils of the cloying scent that was like one bouquet of flowers after another being shoved into her nose. Next to her, she could hear Diana coughing, in the same straits.

She and Wonder Woman should’ve been enough for any simple bank robbery. They’d happened upon the scene at the same time and decided to have a friendly little team-up against the Thrill-Drill Gang. Karen was already looking forward to getting some boba tea after and dishing some juicy gossip when one of the drillers hit them both with some kind of tear-gas.

Of course, both of them should’ve been able to breathe in nearly any gas like it was the smell of freshly mown grass, their lungs being as superhumanly tough as the rest of them, but for some reason, this sent Karen into the kind of coughing fit she usually associated with magic.

The smoke finally dissipating, Karen flew up to look around the city for the Thrill-Drill Gang. The last she’d seen of them, they were headed north on Palova Lane. Diana did the same.

“You see anything?” Karen asked.

“No, I fear they’ve gotten away,” Diana grumbled, feeling as charitable to the idea of taking an L from a bunch of mere mortals as Karen was.

Batman’s hypercompetence was annoying enough. Karen tried to respect her less endowed cohorts; it wasn’t like Jerry Garcia had superpowers and she couldn’t play like him. But there was enjoying someone’s music and then getting trounced. It just wasn’t dignified to lose to someone like Metallo, much less someone who wasn’t even as powerful as him.

“Thanks for trying to help me regardless,” Diana said, flashing a warm smile at Karen.

“Don’t mention it,” Karen said, kicking out to boot a low-hanging cloud in frustration. And now Diana was taking this all as her bumbling up Diana’s perfectly good crime-busting. Miss High And—

Diana pulled down on the golden eagle that fronted her bodice. For how impenetrable her one-piece costume usually seemed, it easily relinquished its hold on her perfect body, liquidly seeping down Diana’s impressive bust and then her slender, muscular waist.

Karen could only widen her eyes. Her own breasts rose and fell in an excited rhythm, pushing on the cutout that teased the sight of them as if to finally burst free. One of her hands crept along her thick thigh, running parallel to the cut of her own one-piece, her powerful legs thrusting out from the scant garment in a furtherance of the tantalizing top-half.

At times, her groin and ass were barely covered, as the thin fabric cradled her pubis and dug between her round buttocks while showing off plenty of both. Karen scrupulously maintained her bikini area, because at times, all but her genitals themselves were revealed by the narrow band of cloth that was slung between her legs.

“Uh, Wondy, what are you doing?” Karen asked, though she felt more than a little hypocritical, considering how skimpily she herself was dressed. Diana’s stripping was doing not much to reveal herself. It was only allowing her full beauty to shine through.

“Getting comfortable. Now that the threat is passed, there’s no reason to be so formal, now is there?”

Karen gasped with surprise and delight. Diana was now completely naked, save for her boots, her bracers, and that goddamn tiara. She held her discarded costume and her Lasso of Truth in either hand.

“I suppose not,” Karen admitted, seeing now that terrestrial prudery made little sense for them—Diana being a magical immortal warrior, her being an alien.

And they were both girls. Who better to appreciate each other’s beauty? Why should Karen care about some man’s opinion of her when she could have the approval of someone as gorgeous as Diana?

“Why not get comfortable yourself? That costume always looks so tight. I worry you can’t breathe at times.”

“Can’t breathe…?” Karen repeated wonderingly.

That reminded her of something. Of how she’d been coughing recently… the gas she’d breathed in… then Diana’s full breasts swelled upward as she sucked in breath, seeming to offer a silent invitation that blew Karen’s mind as some sex acts had not.

“Would you like me to… get comfortable?” she moaned, barely able to think the words without a tantalizing pleasure taking over her.

“I’d always like you to be comfortable. And certainly, none could complain of the view,” Diana commented saucily, floating over to where Karen hung in the air. Her movement was as gentle as a cloud, but Karen felt very much like some dumb little bird being swooped down on by a bird of prey.

Their lips met softly. Diana sank downward, pulling Karen along with her as the kiss continued. They landed by the radio tower of a skyscraper, their mouths opened wide to each other, embracing as lovers. Their tongues locked together.

Diana’s gentle hands moved up to the cutout in Karen’s costume. She took hold of either side of it and pulled in opposite directions. Tough as it was, the fabric easily gave under her strength. Karen panted and gasped, almost breaking the kiss as Diana continued to rip her free of her clothing. It was delicious to be naked with her.

“Yesss,” Karen moaned, feeling deeply aroused as Diana’s hands slid up from rending her costume to mold her pillowy breasts as best as such slender fingers could. “Diana, it feels soo good!”

Diana cupped the huge mounds, thrilling at the sleek, satiny flesh that filled her hands and half defied her every attempt to squeeze them. Karen’s tits were most definitely plush, but they were also firm, challenging even Diana’s strength. She kneaded and massaged, excited by how much these breasts were like her own, only bigger—so gloriously big!

Diana had to taste them now; feeling them was no longer enough. She lowered her head and her lips closed over Karen’s left nipple. Her tongue flicked out at the stiff bud, sampling what had to be one of the rarest delicacies in existence, before she began to suck, hoping to saturate her taste buds in the delight that had whetted her appetite.

“OH GOD, DIANA!” Karen cried, hot flames filling her up, making her writhe and jerk, trying to connect her body further with Diana’s, but unable to control herself when she was beneath a flood of sensations.

Her breasts, already lewdly swollen, now felt like they would burst with good feeling. She arched her back, feeding more of her aching teat into Diana’s hungry mouth, both of them groaning with the exhilaration of devouring and being devoured.

Karen’s hands eagerly caressed Diana’s luscious body, unable to decide what part of her needed to be touched most, while Diana knew her attention must be focused on giving Karen’s sumptuous breasts the worship they deserved.

And just like that, Karen couldn’t take it anymore. As much as she was enjoying having Diana play with her breasts, she couldn’t be contented with it. She desired Diana’s body more than even this succulent treatment.

With a fierce grin, she shoved Diana down so hard to the rooftop that the concrete spider-webbed under her.

“Hera! Karen!” Diana gasped, wearing her own pleased grin at Karen’s forcefulness.

“Saying my name in the same breath as a goddess… I could get used to that,” Karen observed, lovingly rolling her hand over Diana’s own full breasts—not as plump as hers, but still sweetly perfect, almost making Karen feel self-conscious of being too big in how wonderfully they fit to Diana’s divinely proportioned body.

And on any woman, those breasts would be so gorgeously creamy, with those thrillingly erect nipples, the buttery curves that proved to be as impossibly warm and smooth as they appeared, by some miracle…

She kissed Diana, and only Karen’s glutinous sexual appetite took her away from those delicious lips to make her way down the soft slope of Diana’s neck, tongue flicking out as she descended Diana’s body to taste bittersweet sweat, to try to memorize the perfumed flesh that was Diana’s physique.

And of course, she paid special attention to Diana’s proud bust, comparing to her own as she fondled herself. Karen only grew more aroused in doing so: she wanted to fuck herself, she wanted to fuck Diana, and God, did she ever want to be fucked…

“AHH! YESSS! KAREN! I LOVE IT!” Diana mewled, her arousal mirroring and deepening Karen’s own. It was so hot to think she was turning Wonder Woman on…

Diana ached with her own strong need, a need that throbbed in anticipation deep within her. The more Karen touched her, the more she desired to be touched. Her legs spread wide, opening more as Karen’s mouth left her heaving breasts and proceeded downward, ready to accept the invitation Diana had instinctively made to her.

But as eager as she was, Karen could not help but kiss Diana’s cobblestone abs, pausing briefly to stick her tongue into Diana’s navel. “No, not there!” Diana squealed with a ticklish laugh. “Lower! In my cunt. Don’t you want to taste my cunt, sister?”

Karen’s eyes fluttered open. A broad grin touched her lovely face. Without a word, Karen’s hand slid down Diana’s body. Her fingers teased over the slope of Diana’s mound.

“You mean this cunt, sis?”

“Yesss,” Diana crooned, nodding, feeling those teasing fingers roll over her wet lips, carefully avoiding going between them and touching her on the inside.

Suddenly Karen thrust inside her, making Diana groan. She quivered with excitement to feel a second finger inside her, stroking her alongside the first. She’d been ready for neither.

“Ohh, Karen, you make me feel so gooood!” Diana cried, lifting her ass up off the ground and fucking herself on Karen’s offered fingers.

“I haven’t made you feel anything yet,” Karen promised, arousing herself so much by doing this that she felt like she could come at any second. “I’m going to finger you until you’ve got my whole fist in that tight little cunt!”

“Your whole fist? Geez.”

Karen jerked her head up. There Kon was, standing over them, his arms cockily crossed and his big smile absolutely what she would expect from him finding them in the state they were in.

“I don’t know if I’d go and do that,” he continued. “It would be a shame to stretch such a nice pussy all out of shape.”