Fuck The DC Universe: Quarantine

“I am really sorry,” Traci 13 said. “I really spelled things up.”

Jaime blinked wearily. He felt like he’d stayed up twenty-four hours, gone to sleep, then been woken up just as he’d really been getting into it. He didn’t even know where he was. Everything looked… out of focus.

“That good luck charm I gave you, it kinda picked up on some of my… some things I’ve been feeling. But don’t worry, I know the counterspell, I’m casting it right now, and it’s going to put everything back to normal!”

“Good,” Jaime said, not knowing if it was good. “But how’d you stop it?”

“Stop what?” Traci asked.

“That thing you were feeling that affected the first spell from affecting the counterspell that you’re casting now?”

“Oh,” Traci said. “…shit.”

***

The next thing Jaime knew, Dr. Light was shaking him awake. The female, Japanese, kinda hot one, thankfully. “Beetle? Wake up, Beetle! We’ve got to get out of here!”

“Get out of where?” Jaime groaned, sitting up. Once again, he didn’t know where he was or what was going on, and Scarab seemed to be on the fritz, displaying strange characters instead of the user-friendly interface he was used to. Jaime shook his head, trying to clear it.

“Shit, they must’ve hit you harder than I thought,” Kimiyo said. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Donald Trump?” Jaime said, mishearing.

“Shit,” Kimiyo said again. “Listen, we were with Power Girl and Supergirl, do you remember that much?”

“I… think so?” It did seem to ring a bell.

“We were all in the Watchtower; there was a break-in at STAR Labs. Black Adam, Livewire, and Sinestro were trying to steal a bioweapon.”

“That sounds familiar.”

“We tried to stop them, but the bioweapon was accidentally unleashed. I think we’re the only ones left not infected. The whole site is under quarantine, but I think I can get us out, if we just—“

“There you are!” Sinestro sniffed, ring lighting up with yellow energy that came hurdling toward the two heroes.

Kimiyo intercepted it with a light blast of her own, dissolving Sinestro’s ring-constructs as they developed. “Run, Beetle!”

Jaime tried calling up some of his suit’s weaponry, but all he got was the intergalactic equivalent of static. He ran for it, ducking into the next room just as Power Girl came through the wall and cold-cocked Kimiyo.

“Let’s expose her,” she said, standing over her unconscious body.

***

Kimiyo awoke stripped naked, faced with Livewire, who was just as nude, her pale white flesh lighting up under the skin with barely restrained energy. Above her wet pussy, a small lightning bolt had been shaven out of her electric blue pubic hair. 

“You look real nice,” Livewire said, stretching out one hand to Kimiyo and curling her fingers. “Come on, let’s play.”

Kimiyo shrank back. “Fuck you!” she said, gritting her teeth. 

She tried to call upon her light, but it wouldn’t come. She wondered if Black Adam or Sinestro was doing something to neutralize her powers, or if it was the virus at work. She recalled that Power Girl and Supergirl had lost their powers too. It’d made them easy pickings—but they seemed to have them back now that the sickness had taken hold.

“Come on, come on, before I have to share you with the others. Fuck the rest of these guys. They don’t know how to satisfy you like I do,” Livewire said, pursing her lips together and nodding her head.

Kimiyo stepped back another foot from Livewire, noticing that Black Adam and Sinestro and several infected STAR Lab employees were watching. She wasn’t about to make love to another woman, especially in front of so many people. 

She tried to back up further, but then she felt Black Adam’s meaty hands on her back. He shoved her toward Livewire, who caught her about the waist, holding her tightly while throwing her head back and laughing like mad.

“Just can’t stay away from me, can ya?”

Kimiyo struggled to get away from Livewire, kicking and scratching at her. The onlookers loved the sight of two naked women straining against each other, their voluptuous curves jiggling with every violent motion.

“Get off me, get off!” Kimiyo cried, twisting about frantically to grab a fistful of Livewire’s blue hair. She pulled at it, opening up some space between her and Livewire’s naked body as the painful wrenching worked Livewire back away from her.

“I’m trying to get off!” Livewire said. “But I guess you like it rough!”

Livewire pulled her fist back, then snapped it forward into Kimiyo’s soft belly. Kimiyo’s arms flew out as she was knocked back, her breath whooshing out of her lungs. Pain shot through her.

“Oof!” Kimiyo grunted, holding her belly and doubling over, trying to catch her breath. She didn’t know if she had lost the partial invulnerability her powers gave her or if the virus just made her more sensitive. She could feel the pain coarsening inside her, fraying at her, infecting her with a hot, humid feeling on her breasts and sex—like she was enjoying having been slapped around by Livewire.

“Yeah, you love it!” Livewire cried, throwing Kimiyo down onto her back. She got down on top of her, holding Kimiyo in place. As Kimiyo’s head rolled from side to side, she saw that Sinestro was holding a bottle of port, sipping it as he enjoyed the show.

“Be sure to lubricate her well,” he said to Livewire. “I want her nice and wet when it’s my turn.”

He poured the liquor out onto Livewire. It hit her back and ran down over the sides of her body, splashing down onto Kimiyo in a cold shower. That too seemed to intensify her sensations, bringing her body up to a fever pitch. Her pussy tightened on nothing and begged to be touched; she found her eyes drawn to Sinestro’s groin and the large bulge visible through his costume.

“You’re real pretty,” Livewire said, drawing Kimiyo’s attention back to her as she licked her full lips. “But do you pass the taste test, babe?”

Kimiyo shivered, closing her eyes as Livewire reached down between her legs. This couldn’t be happening. She bit her lower lip, refusing to think about this. She’d pretend it was Black Adam. He, at least, was handsome, wasn’t another woman…

But she could still hear Livewire’s soft breathing above her, hear Livewire’s caustic voice talking about how big her tits were, how wet her pussy was…

“No, no!” Kimiyo cried, feeling her own juices running out of her sex. It had to be because she was thinking of Black Adam. She couldn’t be enjoying another woman’s caresses, that just couldn’t happen!

But in spite of her fears and assumptions, Kimiyo could feel her pussy growing warmer, every time Livewire gave her a knowing caress. In her mind, she pictured Black Adam with his huge cock hanging down around his knees, imagined stroking it from limpness into a rock-hard weapon aimed at her sex. Yes, she wanted it, more than anything else in the world she wanted it, and she forced herself to think of his manhood, his member, long stiff inches of it as big around as her wrist, rammed inside of her, moving back and forth from her gates to her womb. She imagined him twisting it from side to side like a past lover had, making her go almost insane with excitement—or maybe reaching down, his fingers creeping to her clit to push her pleasure from unbelievable to truly unbearable.

Only they weren’t Black Adam’s fingers. They were Livewire’s, and she was the reason Kimiyo felt so good, even as the infected cheered and laughed and watched her degradation.

“Don’t worry about them, honey,” Livewire said. “I’ll give ya plenty to worry about all on my own!”

Tears of shame rolled from Kimiyo’s eyes. She jerked with a start, looking down in sheer disbelief at Livewire’s hand. The other woman was rubbing her labia, pinching her fingers together over the folds while sliding the edge of her thumbnail across Kimiyo’s clit. The multifaceted feeling was incredible. Kimiyo felt her ass brushing over the scratchy carpet as she rocked her hips in response to Livewire’s touch. If it were a man making her feel this way, she would marry him.

“Yeah, you feel nice, real nice,” Livewire drawled. “But I just gotta know how you taste!”

She dropped her head down to Kimiyo’s cunt.

“Ohhhh!” Kimiyo moaned. Her body shivered and her flesh crawled. She could feel Livewire’s prickly hair tingling against her thighs and belly while soft hands smoothed up and down her thighs.

“That’s it, Livewire—taste what she won’t admit to,” Black Adam said in encouragement.

Kimiyo shuddered in revulsion as Livewire’s fingers opened her up, letting her feel her breath blowing against her inner flesh. I don’t feel a thing, she told herself, repeating the mantra over and over again. But she couldn’t believe it. Not when she felt herself dripping.

Livewire’s tongue entered her, feeling as electric as her namesake. Kimiyo sighed despite not wanting to give any recognition of what was happening to her. Livewire was an expert; someone who knew exactly what she herself liked and how to do it to someone else. 

Kimiyo bit into her cheek as she felt Livewire’s tongue going deeper and deeper, then she felt Livewire’s middle finger stroke between her buttocks and along the rim of her anus. She shivered in disgusted fear. Livewire’s tongue licked over her clit for a full second, then she felt the woman’s lips close around the little bundle of nerves. She realized Livewire was going to suck on her just as the sensation came, and she squeezed her buttocks together, spasms of motion going through her rocking hips and the rest of her tensing body. Her pussy was tingling more and more the longer she spent with Livewire.

“It’s a good thing I like how this tastes,” Livewire slurred, “she seems to be feeding me a lot of it!”

Kimiyo said nothing, keeping her eyes closed as if none of this was happening.

“Come on,” Sinestro shouted, “I want to see her come.”

“All right, all right,” Livewire said, smiling as she dropped her head back between Kimiyo’s thighs.

“Oh! Ohhhh!”

Kimiyo closed her legs, not sure what she was trying to do, only that her inner thighs rubbed against the sides of Livewire’s face as the woman groaned in approval. Livewire stiffened her tongue and jabbed it into Kimiyo, fucking her cunt, making her snap her head from side to side and claw at the carpet. Hot surges of lust tore through her, tightening her cunt, reverberating through it. Then Livewire’s mouth moved away from her pussy.

“That’s it?” Kimiyo murmured unthinkingly.

Livewire didn’t answer her. Running her hand over Kimiyo’s wet pussy one last time, she turned around so that her cunt was directly over Kimiyo’s face. The Japanese woman looked up and saw the redly swollen labia glistening with arousal. Kimiyo shuddered, felt her clit being stroked as Livewire started lowering herself down toward Kimiyo’s mouth. She could smell the tart, sharp scent of Livewire’s wetness more and more the closer it got.

“No, no, it’s wrong,” Kimiyo muttered as wiry pubic hairs tickled the tip of her nose. Drops of Livewire’s arousal dotted her face. Kimiyo found herself opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue. She told herself it was the only thing she could do.

Kimiyo felt her tongue sliding between her labia and into Livewire’s passage. It didn’t feel wrong to be doing this, just strange, so strange. Darting her tongue in and out just like she’d felt Livewire do to her, Kimiyo soon realized she was making the other woman moan in gratification. Kimiyo could feel the moan from deep in Livewire’s chest as it vibrated down into her pussy. She tried to stop, pulling her tongue out of Livewire, but it just went to Livewire’s clit, Kimiyo running the tip of her tongue along the swollen bud.

“Ohhh, yes!” Livewire hissed. Kimiyo blushed. She wasn’t supposed to know how to do this, and yet she was good at it. Looking away from Livewire’s pussy, she could see that several of the infected had opened their flies, their cocks out and being stroked as they watched the two women sixty-nine.

Oddly enough, Kimiyo was proud both of the pleasure she was giving Livewire and of the lust she’d inspired in the men. It gave her a sense of power that she hadn’t had before. Breathing heavily, Kimiyo pursed her lips and gave Livewire the same suction she’d received. It made Livewire whimper.

Livewire was giving as good as she got, rolling and pinching Kimiyo’s clit so hard that the feeling was like a wild animal inside of her. Hunching up to Livewire’s own clitoris, Kimiyo closed her eyes and sucked it more gently, taunting Livewire with how the sensation had lessened. Juice trickled down on her face, warm and slippery enough to tempt Kimiyo into rubbing it into her skin. She felt her inner muscles tighten on Livewire’s probing fingers, on the tongue inside her. It all felt so good, from her own mouth to Livewire’s on her pussy.

“Faster!” Livewire ordered into her cunt.

Kimiyo stuck her tongue deep into Livewire’s seething hot pussy while grinding down on her clit with one finger. She let her other hand go between those round, firm buttocks, shoving a finger into Livewire’s ass. The puckered opening was loose enough to let in the first knuckle, but after that it was tight, very tight.

Fuck me, fuck me! Kimiyo thought, her thighs clamped around Livewire’s four fingers as the woman sucked at her splayed pussy. “Mmmmmmm!” she groaned into Livewire’s cunt. She could feel a spasm go through her, then another and another, almost breaking her body apart as Livewire’s juices trickled into her mouth like they were going to fill her.

“Come, come!” Livewire gasped above her.

“I am!” Kimiyo moaned. Powerful tremors broke loose in her sex, so powerfully that she jerked her hips off the floor and bit down on Livewire’s pussy.

“Hell yeah!” Livewire cried, her cunt jerking and her asshole tightening, then a sudden torrent of liquid pleasure from her filled Kimiyo’s mouth.

She’s coming, Kimiyo thought. I made her come.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Black Adam said, separating them after their shared orgasm had passed. “Power Girl’s caught the Beetle.”

Kimiyo was sorry Livewire had to go. It was just about the best sex she’d ever had in her life.

***

Karen had her arm wrapped around Jaime’s neck from behind. Her body was pressed against his from her crotch in the small of his back to her breasts against the back of his head, almost cushioning his face if he turned his neck a little. She was taller than him and more powerfully built, so she wasn’t just standing behind him, she was pulling him against her as she held him captive.

Supergirl—Linda Lee Danvers—came in, leading Kimiyo by the hand. “Hello there, Jaime. I always thought you were really cute. No wonder Karen does too.”

Karen ran her free hand—she only needed one to hold Jaime still with his armor malfunctioning—down the front of Jaime’s body. He was helpless not to groan as the warmth of her soft touch transmitted through the armor. It seemed to have no problem relaying what it was feeling into his body’s nerve endings. 

“What’s the Earth expression?” Karen asked. “Good things come in small packages?”

Jaime struggled anew.

“Relax,” Linda told him. “Kimiyo and I are going to put on a little demonstration, and after we’re done, we think you’ll see things our way.”

With that, she reached for the top of her costume. Without a sound, she opened the front from her neck to her belly button. She paused like that, her costume hanging open, the clinging material hanging lovingly against her curvy body, then she looked at Kimiyo as if noticing her nakedness for the first time.

“I love seeing you with your clothes off,” she said earnestly, “I just wish I’d had the chance to rip them off myself.”

With that, Linda shrugged her shoulders and peeled off what was left of her costume. Jaime couldn’t hold onto the uneasiness he should’ve been feeling; he was suddenly aware of nothing but Linda’s firm breasts, the shimmering blonde fur between her legs, and the deliciously pink flesh he could see gleaming under it. His prick lurched and began to grow.

“Holy fuck,” he said, his mouth hanging open after the last syllable. 

Karen purred into his ear. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Her barely contained breasts heaved against the cut-out showcasing them, moving with the deep, lustful breath she took after saying so. Jaime thought he could hear the fabric of her costume straining as her voluptuous tits rebelled against their skintight prison.

Kimiyo was even more lost than Jaime, totally absorbed in Linda’s naked body. She could think of nothing else but that beautiful mouth, those pert breasts, that honey-filled cunt she could only hope was as sweet as Livewire’s had been… great Rao, she wanted more sex.

Linda beckoned and Kimiyo went to her, her bare feet sinking into the thick carpet, sending waves of sensation up her legs and into her warmly receptive cunt. She didn’t know what was happening to her anymore than she did before, but now she knew that she didn’t care. Everything felt good now.

Linda’s arms slipped around her; her arms went around Linda. They pulled together and their lips met. The strange beauty of another woman’s lips against her own overpowered any hesitations Kimiyo might’ve had; she wanted to do this in front of Jaime, she wanted him to see it.

Linda felt her readiness. She gave a pleased moan and held onto Kimiyo as she lowered herself down to the luxuriously deep carpet. Kimiyo went with her eagerly, allowing Linda to move her onto her back and stretch out on top of the Japanese woman. Her lips covered Kimiyo’s again and their bodies moved against each other passionately. Almost instantly they were both clad in a light coating of sweat, smearing it onto each other’s body as if proving their need, their anticipation.

Jaime had never seen anything like this before. He hadn’t even watched pornography this explicit. And now to have it happening in front of him, to actually be performed on his behalf, was enough to make him swear again. “Jesus Christ.”

Karen gave a husky laugh and ran her tongue over his helmet. “This is nothing. Pretty soon they’ll forget all about us. Then they’ll be doing it just because they want to fuck so badly…

Jaime didn’t even hear her. He only had eyes for the two women coupling like animals right in front of him. He watched breathlessly as Linda’s sparse pubic hair rubbed against Kimiyo’s bare slit, the moans and whimpers of passion as their contact become more intent. He could sense how much they wanted each other, feel their passion, almost taste their desperation to pleasure one another.

Linda moved her lips to the stiff, throbbing nipple of Kimiyo’s left breast and a shudder went through Jaime as he imagined both the taste of a feminine nipple inside his mouth and the feel of full, pouting lips like Linda’s on his body. And yet, with Karen holding him, all he could do was watch. No, Karen was making him watch… it didn’t matter. Linda took the nipple into her mouth and moved her head playfully from side to side as she suckled. Kimiyo’s small nipple grew bigger, throbbed more powerfully, and Linda let it pop out of her mouth so she could brush her tongue over its engorgement, teasing it enticingly.

Kimiyo tossed her head back and let out a low moan broadcasting her satisfaction. She didn’t think of Jaime, or of embarrassment, of perversion. All that was in her mind was the wondrous feel of Linda’s tongue; just as good as Livewire’s had been. The slightest touch of it made her blood sing in her veins, hammering, cascading, pounding with potent glee, through her attacked breast and down her belly to the folds of her sex. 

Her legs fell open as she threw her hips up, trying to push her cunt against Linda’s gently rounded lower belly, reveling in the feel of hot flesh, any flesh, anyone’s flesh against the tender sensitivity of her sex.

Linda sucked harder on the nipple between her lips, wanting to drive Kimiyo completely wild, to make her want it so badly she couldn’t remember anything else. She bit down and sucked gently and teased with her tongue until Kimiyo was reduced to a whimpering mass of flesh that only wanted the pleasure to continue.

Karen was grinding her crotch against Jaime’s hip as she watched. Her eyes briefly dropped from the two exhibitionistic lovers to look down Jaime’s body. She grinned at the tent forming at Jaime’s groin as his armor compensated more and more for his growing erection.

“Why be bashful?” she simpered in his ear. “Take it out. Play with it. How can you not when a show like this is playing?”

“I can’t,” Jaime said, even though his cock was aching crazily, begging to be touched. “It’s wrong.”

“Then let me,” Karen cooed, reaching down to his crotch. The suit opened up automatically for her, letting Karen fish his stiff, throbbing prick from the boxers he had on underneath the armor. “I like it wrong.”

Linda could feel the warmth of Kimiyo’s cunt, feel it become physical, hot juices spreading over her belly as they pushed against each other, skin sliding together, coming so close to each other that they nearly melted into one. She lifted her mouth from Kimiyo’s breast and let out the low moan that had been stirring inside her. But she’d barely begun to allow it to pour out of her when her need for Kimiyo overwhelmed her again. She attached her mouth to Kimiyo’s other nipple and sucked it to swollen, throbbing, almost painful perfection.

Kimiyo let out a cry of animal delight and arched her body upward, offering up her breasts to Linda’s mouth and rubbing her aching sex against the smooth, firm flesh of Linda’s belly. “Do it to me… eat me… I’m yours.”

Jaime’s pulse was racing out of control as he watched them. It was better than he could’ve hoped. Wild, raw, sinful lust almost literally dripping off the two women as they worked against each other, marking themselves with dragging fingernails and tonguing saliva, dragging each other closer and closer to an ecstasy they individually couldn’t have withstood.

He couldn’t look away as Linda listened to Kimiyo’s pleas and came off of Kimiyo’s straining nipple, attuned instead to the opening of Kimiyo’s thighs and the sharp scent of her open arousal flooding the room. Linda lowered herself down Kimiyo’s body, but was unable to get to her pussy without paying homage in the form of damp, sucking kisses to the deep valley between Kimiyo’s breasts, and the dimpled fall of her belly. 

Kimiyo let out a series of high-pitched cries as Linda came closer and closer to her sex. As good as Linda’s lips felt on her taut skin, the promise of them on her cunt was even better. She was eager as hell to feel the combustion of wet lips on wetter pussy. She put her hands on Linda’s head and helped it along down to the bareness of her pussy, her cuntlips swollen and open. Jaime watched breathlessly as Linda’s tongue slipped inside, at first teasing at the clamping pressure of Kimiyo’s inner folds, then surging forward despite the tightness.

The keening sound of Kimiyo’s pleasure filled Jaime’s ears, her body going limp and her mouth dropping open as she absorbed the sensation.

“Oh fuck yes… tongue my pussy, eat my pussy… God… so good… your tongue’s so fucking good…”

Linda licked with sloppy leisure at Kimiyo’s flowing slit for a few seconds, smearing her juices over her crotch and onto her own face, enjoying the saturation of her cunt even more than the sweet taste. Then her tongue ran upward to the stiffly throbbing bud of Kimiyo’s clitoris. Linda’s tongue ran in circles around it for long moments, finally firmly pressing down on it in a long, caressing lick. 

Kimiyo’s body came alive with a jolt, thrashing and twisting as pleasure flooded into her. She arched herself high up off the ground, offering her dewy cunt to Linda’s lips and tongue. Linda had tormented her past being satisfied by anything else; she needed the satiation she’d gotten from Livewire. When she asked for it, it was both demand and plea.

“Let me eat you too… please… oh God, please!”

Linda only had to be asked once. She briskly pulled her tongue back, pausing only a moment to blow a stream of cool air across Kimiyo’s wet, sensitive pussy, then she circled around to sixty-nine with her needy lover. Kimiyo’s hands shot out and grabbed hold of Linda’s bare ass, pulling her hot, ready pussy down to her mouth. She feasted on it ravenously, knowing for certain that Linda would satisfy her in turn, and Linda did, tongue flaming out of her mouth and entering Kimiyo’s deliciously open womanhood, probing at the folds within and lapping at Kimiyo’s wildly creaming pleasure. 

Jaime was conscious of Karen’s hand moving faster on his cock as he watched. “She’s going to come,” Karen whispered to him. “They both are. Don’t you wish you had your cock in one of those sweet pussies so you could feel it blow?”

Kimiyo felt her body beginning to clench, to tighten, and knew that she was feeling the beginnings of an epic orgasm. Somewhere deep inside, she thought that she wasn’t a lesbian, but as she ate Linda and Linda ate her, she could only express that idea through a haze of lust. She loved cock. She wanted to see a big cock fucking Linda’s cunt, that would be the only thing that could make that perfect pussy better, and she wanted a big cock fucking her pussy, going where Linda’s tongue couldn’t reach, and she could smell cock, hear the precum dripping to the ground as Jaime was jacked off. She was unable to resist licking Linda’s sex, but as she did so, she took hold of her buttocks and spread them, able to look out past Linda’s delicious body to see Jaime and his big cock as Karen jacked him off. She met his eyes, not looking away even as Linda’s splendid pussy clenched and squirted onto her face.

The sight of Kimiyo gazing into his eyes as she brought Linda to orgasm thrilled Jaime beyond imagination, and his cock erupted, bursting forth a stream of hot cum that arced through the air. He let out a gasping moan and closed his eyes as Karen thoroughly milked the hot cum out of his aching balls. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that his cum had landed on Linda and Kimiyo’s intertwined bodies, splattering them in their satiated exhaustion, as if he had been the one to fuck them, both of them, past the point of lust. He wanted to do that for real. He wanted to fuck them both and leave them covered in his cum and have them dreaming of them as they slept off just how intensely they’d orgasmed.

“Well?” Karen asked him. “What did you think of the show?”

Jaime fought for his breath as his senses reeled with the potency of his release and the wild sight of both Linda and Kimiyo’s post-coital mingling as well as Karen’s almost depraved lustfulness. All it took was the look in her eyes and her flirty costume suddenly become boudoir lingerie.

“I think I can do better,” Jaime told her, grinning boldly.

Karen licked her hand.