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"Hold on." Kathy adjusted her reading glasses and stopped writing in her notes as she gazed at the woman on the couch in awed curiosity. "…You did what?"
"I fucked my stepbrothers. Did I not make it clear?" replied Flash, lounging on the couch as Supergirl made notes. The pawg blonde rested her head on her hands, leaning against one arm of the sofa with her feet up on the other. Supergirl sat on the second couch, and of course, gave off the impression of a psychological session.
"You… just did that? No prompting?" Supergirl replied hesitantly as Flash shrugged.
"…Well, they kept spying on me like little perverts," Flash replied, completely ignoring, or perhaps not hearing, the uncertainty in Supergirl's tone. "I fucked the oldest first, Paul. He was rough." She said casually, "I mean, he fucks rough, totally a selfish lover. Pretty sure he watches hardcore porn right under 'mommy's' nose but plays the devoted angel when she's around. Second oldest, Matt. Little freak…" she said, laughing almost fondly. "Mmn… he liked watching me in the shower the most, and he snuck into my bed once or twice once he saw Paul pounding away, but he LOVED me on my knees…" she stuck her tongue out playfully and wiggled it, letting it dance around her mouth. "But David? Oh, he's a fun one, buried his face in my ass as much as he could, shoved his tongue right up there…"
Supergirl sighed and stopped writing, "He ate my ass like it was his favorite treat, loud little bastard too, it's how we got caught, couldn't help himself, and their mouth found him trying to wear my cheeks on his face like a beard."
"Alright. That's enough." Supergirl sighed as Flash smirked almost knowingly
"A bit too spicy for the psych student?"
"Not really, it's par the course around here." She sighed again, "Which is why it's so… boring."
"Boring?!" Flash, clearly offended, swung herself upright by raising her thick legs into the air and rocking herself up. She glowered at Supergirl, clearly upset that an alleged mental health professional would ever use the word 'boring' when talking about mental health issues- "I am NOT boring. I'm a LOT of things, but boring is not one of them!"
…Never mind, she's just annoyed Supergirl called her boring… that's also par the course around here.
"I wasn't insulting you, it's just things I've heard before… or at least variations of it."
"Are you serious?"
"Hi girls!" cheered Starfire, tugging on her costume and waving at them before Raven pressed her bestie's upper back and pushed her quickly onto the floor before this escalated.
"Nope! Ignored that! Let's go!" The big titty goth girl declared bluntly.
"See you on the floor, girls!" she said cheerily, and giggled onto the floor as Flash turned her attention back to Supergirl.
"Still not something an aspiring health care professional should say," Flash said, crossing her arms under her impressive bust as Supergirl sighed.
"I'll of all the things I've heard… that's like a 7 on a scale from 1 to 10." Flash stared at her, her pretty green eyes narrowing. "…Okay." She sighed. "WHY did you have sex with your stepbrothers?"
"Because they wanted it." Flash said smugly, "Always watching me, staring at me, jerking off to me. I figured, why not? Not like we're related or anything…"
"How long were they your stepbrothers?" Supergirl replied.
"3… no 4 years." She said, thinking on it as Supergirl sighed again.
"So… theoretically not long enough to suffer from the Westermarck effect…" Supergirl replied as Flash looked confused.
"That place from the Scheme of Sovereignties?"
"That-NO," Supergirl replied, slightly derailed. "The Westermarck effect is a psychological hypothesis that people raised together during early childhood will not be sexually attracted to each other."
"Yeah, I don't think 4 years is enough for us to conquer the Westerlands." She said as Supergirl sighed loudly.
"…You did that on purpose." She said as Flash crossed her legs with a sultry, smug look on her face.
"Well is did you 'on purpose' mention a story with a famously incestuous relationship when comparing me to fucking my pervy stepbrothers?" Supergirl stared at her, snapped her notebook shut, then stood up. "Because I don't think that's a coincidence."
"…I'm going to get to work."
"I thought we were working!" Flash replied with cheerful smugness only for Orders to finally pipe up herself.
"Not yet, you're not." She noted irately, "Stop being psychoanalyzed-"
"You said anal." Flash teased, as Orders' purple eyes flashed at her.
"And get on the floor." Orders jerked her thumb as Flash stood up.
"Funny." She rubbed her shapely pawg ass, hugged tightly by her yellow shorts. "Usually it's the guys who tell me that…"
Once Flash's big, beautiful pawg booty jiggled out of view, Supergirl went to go put her notebook in her locker, declaring ALMOST tiredly. "You hired her." She said as Orders Purple eyes flashed towards her.
"I hired YOU too." She said, notedly as Supergirl came back out of the locker room. "And I don't hire girls who can't do the job."
"Well, it's clear to me she can," Supergirl replied as Orders stared at her. "…What?"
"You seem disappointed that her alleged 'psychosis' is nothing 'new'." Supergirl could only shrug.
"…I can only hear a Veronica-like story so many times before it starts to get numb." She said as Orders tapped her book of crosswords thoughtfully.
"…Well, I'd hate for you to feel numb." Orders said with ominously laced sarcasm.
"Ah shit," Supergirl replied, correctly, and perhaps ironically, predicting Orders' hand reaching for the phone.
Time: 9:44 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-CLICK
"Superbabes, we deliver."
"Supergirl! Please… meal. Thing… Supergirl."
"…Okay."
Uh… meanwhile?
Orders hung up, finished the receipt, and tore it off, handing it to Supergirl, who stared at the address suspiciously. Food soon slid off the counter.
"…How… weird? Will this one be?" Orders stared at her thoughtfully.
"…I think it's a matter of opinion." She noted as Supergirl sighed, picked up the bag of food, and walked out the back door with thoughts of 'oh then it's going to be really weird' in her brainy blonde head. She walked out of Superbabes and across the lot to the company car, checking the receipt again, before sliding it into the bag of food. She sighed again, before driving steadily into traffic and off into Gotham…
Old Gotham to be specific… parking on the curb, she glanced up at possibly the newest apartment building in Old Gotham, because it had recently been rebuilt after a minor case of explosion. She shut the door to her car, ignored the wolf whistles from the group of black guys playing basketball nearby, and promptly let herself inside. Heading upstairs three floors… she checked the receipt, counting the MANY rooms until she finally came to the one she was looking for. Room 4-7. There were at least a dozen apartments on each floor, and oddly close together…
She sighed again, raised her fist, and promptly knocked loudly on the door. "Superbabes."
Time: 10:07 PM: Place: Rebuilt Apartments (Apartment 4-7)
"Special Delivery Service." Supergirl had hardly lowered her hand when the door swung open. "Wha-AH!?" she gasped in surprise as a scrawny but firm hand grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the apartment. Which was a lot more cramped than she expected, but this was Old Gotham; she should've known better. The kitchen and living room were cramped and merged into one, a tiny bathroom and shower were tucked away between the living room and bedroom, and the bedroom door had a very flattering poster of 'A' Supergirl upon it, but clearly not the real one… good likeness though.
What wasn't a good likeness, though, was the guy trying to look like Superman… he didn't have the physique, or the hair… and the glasses were just wrong. Superman didn't wear glasses... he had a grip of steel though, holding her wrist like he was afraid she'd try to escape… and admittedly she might. He had a crazed look in his brown eyes. "Ah!" he grabbed the food bag from her hand and easily tossed it aside without looking where it went. It landed roughly on the coffee table in front of the couch.
The guy, as stated, was scrawny, thin, and honestly, the Superman suit he was wearing hung off his body like it was made for a guy literally four times his size, but that didn't stop him from being deceptively strong. He pushed her, comparatively, bigger body up against the door of his apartment and shoved his, at least, clean and shaven face into the 'S' of her chest and rubbed against her body, his cock was erect and throbbing in the red superman undies as she gasped reflexively, feeling his hands rubbing her up her thighs and under her skirt grabbing at her ass as she squirmed against the door.
"Supergirl, you're so HOT." He groaned excitedly as she groaned back, trying not to think about how he was going to fuck her in a Superman outfit… this was SO incestuous… they ARE cousins after all. He pulled his face from her chest before slamming his lips on her mouth.
"MMGH!?" she gasped, but moaned suddenly, he was a surprisingly good, if not still amateurish, kisser, groping away at her 'Teen' like body as he pulled her abruptly from the door. "MMGH! Mmngh-aah…" he threw her suddenly over the arm of his couch, her ass in the air as her face hit the cushions. His hands squeezed at her upraised butt as her legs dangled slightly, his hands sliding up to grab at her underwear, peeling it down her body to hook around her ankles, 'tying' them up. "Ah!" she gasped as his hands returned to her ass, spreading her cheeks and sliding his tongue up her pussy. "MMgh!!" and shoving it up her ass. "Aha-!Ah!" shaking as his tongue wildly thrashed around up her ass.
"Aah! Ah! NNGH!!" she shivered as he hungrily ate her ass out. Squirming on the couch as he sloppily sucked on her hole, rimming her eagerly as his hands fondled her ass, sliding down to thumb at her pussy lips, spreading her open, and shoving his thumbs into her as she shook again. "Aah…Haah!" her body shivered wildly. "Oh… Fuck…" she gasped, reaching up and grabbing the cushion of the couch, trying to crawl away, only for him to grab her waist and drag her back to his face. "Ah…" gasping again as another shiver rippled through her. Apparently, being a good kisser meant he was also REALLY good at eating ass. "Aha…" his thumbs rubbing her inner walls as his tongue gave her an enema. "Fuuck…"
REALLY, REALLY good at eating ass.
"Fuck-fuck-FUUUCK…" she bit down on the cushions, shaking in orgasm as he kept pushing his face into her ass, pinning her to the couch as he fondled her ass. Which squeezed around his tongue as he pulled it out of her ass… and promptly re-inserted his cock by sliding it through the Superman shorts and up into her butt. "Aaaah!" He wasn't packing anything particularly huge, but in her tight little butt already flexed after her first anal orgasm was suddenly rushed up into the second. "OOOh!" her toes curled in her bright red boots as his hands grabbed her shoulders and WILDLY fucked her into the couch, "Ah! HA! AH!!" Throwing his hips into her ass, her blue eyes rolled up into her head as he jackhammered up her but. "Oooh…"
The entire couch slid across the floor with his wild thrusts, his hands sinking into her shoulders, yanking her upright. "OH! AH! AH! Ahh!!" Riding her harder and faster as she squealed from the sudden anal orgasm ripping up her body. "MMGH!!" Her pulled her off the couch, standing her up as her body went tense, his hips still wildly thrusting into her as she squealed loudly through clenched teeth and tight lips. "MMGn!?" she moaned as he jerked her head around and shoved his tongue into her mouth, pumping into her ass and sliding his hand over her pussy as he fingered her, rubbing her clit. "MMgh! Mmgh!! AAAH! Aaah!"
Her entire body shaking in orgasm as he just kept pumping until her knees gave out and she dropped to the floor, but that didn't stop him from MINDLESSLY pumping his hips, his cock speared through her silky hair, poking the back of her head only for him to gasp and pant warningly, walking around her he tugged her head back, and poked his tip into her open, gasping mouth. He stroked his cock wildly, holding the tip of it just inside her mouth before howling a mind-blowing orgasm.
"Haa…" she gasped as rope after rope of his seed sprayed accurately into her mouth, splattering the back of her teeth, the roof of her mouth, the back of her throat. "A-glug..." There was so much, and it was SO thick! He must have been saving up for weeks. "Ack…" she tilted her head back as the gooey load pooled in her mouth, breathing heavily through her nose as her tongue churned the viscous cock juice around… it oddly wasn't as foul as she expected it to be… must have also eaten a lot of fruit.
She sealed her mouth shut, and seeing the lustful look on his face sloshed it around her mouth, between her teeth, like mouthwash, before opening her mouth again, closing it, and flinching as she swallowed all of it down in a gulp. "Haaah…" breathing heavily, she extended her tongue as his thick glob of man juice dropped into her stomach like a bomb. "Haah. Haaa…" gasping and panting, he slapped her extended tongue with his cock before pulling her to her feet. "Ah?" and dragging her into the bedroom…
Which was… very unnerving in its excessive devotion to Supergirl and Superman… posters and blown-up photographs littered the walls like wallpaper… she didn't really have a moment to register more than that. She was pushed onto her back on the bed, her legs spread wide as he dove down between her legs. "Ugh!!" writhing on the bed and looking at images of Supergirl plastered on the ceiling as he shoved his tongue into her pussy. "Ahaaah…!" hard to be completely disturbed when he was practically eating her alive, his tongue scraping out her arousal as her legs danced and shivered in the air. Her hands were clawing and twisting on the, yes, Superman Sheets. "Oh! NNGH!!" squeaking in pleasure as he licked and sucked on her lower lip. "MMGH-MMGH!!!"
Her body danced and shivered uncontrollably as he munched away on her muff, practically rubbing through the inner walls of her pussy as his fingers slid up her ass, "Aaah!!" howling erotically with a sudden rush through her body as her feet, still wearing boots, slammed onto his back but he seemingly felt no pain, sucking LOUDER on her pussy juices. "Oh! OOOOH!!" her body spasming as he pulled his tongue out of her, licking the string of viscous pussy juice to his lips as she slurped it up like spaghetti. "Ahah! Aah!" he folded her legs up, her knees on her shoulders as he guided his cock of steel towards her pussy, "W-wait wait…AAAHGH!! OOOH!!"
Howling as he speared her mercilessly, rapidly, and eagerly. Supergirl grunted and groaned under him as he pounded her HARD into the mattress. "GAAH! AH! AH! Ah!!" grabbing at his 'S', yanking at the stretchy and loose material of his suit as he pounded her pussy even faster. "Oh! Oh! oOOH!!" dropping on her as she tightened up around him, her feet hooked around his ears as he jammed his cock in and out of her body. "Ugh! Ugh! Aah! Aaah!! F-FUCK…"
He fucking attacked her body with abandon. Curling up on her body as his hips pounded her faster than a speeding bullet, and delved into her with more power than a locomotive. "Aaah! AAH! FUCK!!" howling in sudden orgasm again, grabbing his shirt, biting her bottom lip so hard she almost drew blood, but better than biting off her tongue in uncontrolled SHRIEKING orgasms. "MMGH!?" and he shoved his tongue back into her mouth, slamming into her body again and again until they were a jellied ball of FLESH curled up in the middle of his superman bed. "MMhG! MMN…" moaning into his mouth as she came, feeling his cock pulsating inside her as her pussy clenched down on him.
…FUCK why did this creepy fucker feel so GOOD?!
He suddenly pulled away, grabbing her ankles as he sat up straighter, rolling his hips into her body as she moaned, whining erotically, which only sped him up. "Mgh! Mgh! Mmgh! Aaah! AAH?!" gasping suddenly and even squirting a little as he pulled out of her, "MMgh!!" her body trembled as he let her legs flop over, before grabbing her waist and rolling her onto her stomach. "AH… ah!!"
And now she saw the pillow casings with Supergirl's face on them. That's not weird at ALL! "AAH! AH!! FUCK! AAAH!!" Her legs shivered wildly as he rammed his cock back up her ass. "Aah! Amgh! Ngh!!" biting down on his sheets before reaching up and grabbing the closest Supergirl pillow, burying her face into… her face… and screaming another climax as he kept slamming away into her ass.
It was wild. It was rough. It was mortifying…
She lost count of how many times she's orgasmed.
"AaaH! Aaah!! Aaah!!" he grabbed her shoulders, railing harder and harder into her body as her legs twitched and jerked, her body tensing. "Ugh! Gaah!! Aaah!!!" and finally, with a roar mingling with his cries of passionate release, he buried his cock into her ass and filled her with a hot sticky WARMTH. "Oh! FUCK!!" she groaned as he pulled out and slammed back into her twice before planting his hips on her body and filling her ass. "Oooh… fuck…" she moaned as he shoved his tongue back into her mouth, bucking his hips against her as he kept cumming in her ass.
He finally… FINALLY stopped bucking his hips into her… and rolled off her, slowly, his cock slurping out of her goo-filled ass as he pulled his lips and tongue from her mouth and flopped onto the bed like he was hit with kryptonite.
She lay still for a second before pushing herself off the super bed… and wobbling out of the bedroom and towards the shower. She wordlessly stripped down, slipped into the cramped shower and did the Superbabe Shower thing… before getting out, getting dressed and returning to the bedroom where Supergirl Fan #69 was still draped across his bed.
Nutting was apparently his kryptonite… and judging by the pleasantly sore tingling in her ass, it was hers too. "There is… a LOT. To unpack here." She said, looking around the… slightly obsessive room. "To start with." She grabbed his ankle and shook him. "You DO know they're cousins… right?" she asked as he blinked uncertainly and sat up.
"Of course I know that." He said, as if the room of Fan worship wasn't an indication that he didn't know that.
"Just wanted to make sure." She said hesitantly, before looking around the room, finding a small scrap of paper, and writing a number on it. "Here." She said, ripping it off and handing it to him. "Call this number when you're ready to talk about… this." She said, waving a hand around as he blinked at her. "Because… this… leading to this…" she gestured to herself, "…MIGHT be a little unhealthy." She said as he blinked at her silently, but got up, got to his dresser, removed his Superman 'S' Superman-themed blue wallet, and produced a significant sum of cash.
"…I just like Kryptonians." He said, simply, no shame, no anger. Just a casual shrug and handing her the money. "…If it helps. I'm moving to Metropolis in less than a month."
"…I doubt it will." She said with a nervous smile, "…Bye." She said, simply, turning around and waving as her red skirt popped on her hips, her sort ass twitching as she headed out of the apartment and back to the car.
Time: 10:59 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Supergirl shuffled into Superbabes from the back door and was immediately greeted by Flash's thick Pawg ass sticking out towards her as she leaned her upper body on Orders' counter. "I'd warn you not to do that, Nikki, but I'm in a mood."
"Do what?" Nikki replied only for Veronica to POWERSLIDE across the floor and bury her pretty face into Nikki's ass. But the beautiful blonde seemed completely unaffected by Veronica's usual, and wanton HR violation… oh right, they don't have HR… "Oh? That? Yeah…" Nikki smirked at Supergirl, "Sorry, Kathy, I'm into that shit…" she said, shaking her booty on Veronica's very happy face.
"REBECCA." Orders replied, ripping off the receipt and handing it to Nikki.
"YEP." The big, beautiful, brawny brunette grabbed Veronica and yanked her from Nikki's ass as the pawg blonde strutted out the back door with a confident wink to Kathy. Whom promptly handed Orders the money...
"…Was there a lesson or something in sending me there?"
"No. Why would there be?" Orders said as Kathy stared at her skeptically, "…You all seem to forget that I am not a fucking genie. I don't SUMMON these things or anything." She waved at Kathy, "Go shower, PLEASE," she said sadly, "Before Veronica gets a wife off you and decides to LICK things…" Kathy conceded the point even IF Rebecca was currently sitting on Veronica to keep her under control for a minute. "…I don't hire girls who can't do the work." Orders said conversationally as Kathy hesitated at the entrance to the locker room and glanced at Orders, whose purple eyes twinkled almost mischievously.
The Brainy blonde chose… not to comment and to just shower. Soon, walking back out to a calmer Veronica and Rebecca still sitting on her. Kathy, who had retrieved her notepad, produced it, sat on the arm closest to Veronica's head, and glanced down at her.
"…So how does this make you feel, V?" she asked as Veronica, forced to lie on her belly and Rebecca's muscular frame sitting dead center on her back, glanced at Kathy and smiled sweetly.
"…Actually, I find being sat on by Rebecca very soothing." She said, "AND she's been moisturizing!"
"I try," Rebecca said casually, picking up a Lucy Lopez magazine and reading the articles as Kathy started writing in her notepad…
Sure, she's heard it all before, but she can't say it's not entertaining.
End
Next up is Flash, because god damn it, I kept trying to write Kathy and ALL I wanted to do was smack that Pawggy blonde's ass the whole time.