A gas station *super*store

As you drive down Midvale freeway, you asked Harley why she kept the sidecar on if you were just gonna be holding on behind you. “B-Because p-puddin,” she started, her voice clearly trembling from your hog rumbling around her backside for a half hour. “We’d n-need it in case we pick up some hot th-th-thang along the way to Gotham, ‘sp-specially if you knock ‘em out with ‘ol BJ back there~” You supposed that made sense, don’t want to leave any lovely lady behind. But as you were about to reward your aunt’s smart thinking with some extra grinding, the motorcycle suddenly sputtered asleep.

“Ah, ain’t that just the way,” Harley chided, hopping off to check the fuel gauge. “Ya get me all primed for my ninth motor-gasm, and this hunk ‘a junk runs outta gas!” she shrugged and started pushing. “Well what’re ya waiting for, big guy? Last sign we passed said next rest stop’s only a half-mile out!”

With your efforts (Harley quickly elected to move into the sidecar, motivating you by shaking her latex-clad ass right in your periphery), you made record time to one of Midvale’s county-famous convenience store branches, the Mid-Mart! “Ooh, now this place looks middling! You stay here, Mistah J. Auntie’s gonna scrounge up a gas card, and maybe some of those Popped Middlers they got plastered all over the windows in there…” and with that you watched Harley skip over to the automatic doors, her butt jiggling with each step.

As you waited by the bike, sudden gust of wind accosted you, the morning sun slightly obscured by a new figure descending upon you. Said figure was clearly college-age, her breasts and tuchus just barely setting in, clad in a blue collared shirt and red skirt. With red thigh-high boots, headband, and minicape really nailing that ‘hometown hero’ vibe.

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“Have no fear, citizen. Supergirl is here!” Kara Zor-El Danvers touted, hands on her delightfully supple hips. You ask what a pretty young thing like her is doing here, causing the girl of tomorrow to blush. “W-Well, highway reports said they saw Harley Quinn heading this way on a motorcycle, just like the one you’re leaning on!” Hmm, the reporters must’ve not been able to see you from behind Harley’s progenitive figure. “Plus, she was wearing her old jester outfit, so she must be up to something totally naughty!” Now that, you could agree on.

You told Kara that Quinn’ll be out soon, but also that she doesn’t have to worry about her causing any more distress (she’s solely focused on causing pleasure at the moment). “What? You’re hanging around Harley?” She said, seemingly flustered and a bit disappointed. “Why? Wha… Why would a strapping, young, hot-cute! cute guy like you want someone like her? What does a harlequin hussy like her have that I don’t?” She slammed her hands against her mouth, having said too much, making you raise an eyebrow and walk over to her.

“Uhh, w-what I meant was-” any thoughts she had were silenced as you gently grazed your hand across her cheek, wiping of some kind of schmutz she must’ve gotten from flying here so fast. She settled into your palm, eyeing you with complete awe even as you move your other hand towards her breast. You could perfectly feel the nubile tits under her S-emblazoned polo shirt, even down to the nipples. It’s almost as if…

You softly told her to turn around, Kara doing so with a speed even she didn’t know she had. With one hand headed back to work, now ripping the boob-emprisoning fabric apart, your other hand went lower. Sliding under her skirt to get a feel of her compact young butt, your suspicions were confirmed as she wasn’t wearing any panties either. “Oh! Well I, uh, you see,” Kara stuttered after you asked her why no undergarments. “It’s uh, my eighteenth birthday today, and I *moan* was going to was going to m-maybe see if someone wanted to have some gal-time. I was *moan* actually just heading over to Babs when I heard the *moan* reports. But you-” she spun around even faster, everything but her headband and boots flying off in shreds. “-are MUCH more interesting~”

You pulled down your sweats revealing your rock-hard cock, making Supergirl’s eyes boggle. She started licking away but had trouble really getting around the thing, feeling much less experienced than Harley despite both of them technically having only done this once each in their lives each. Perhaps it’s an age thing, as what Kara lacks in finesse, she greatly makes up for in exuberance. Every lick is accompanied by about two or three little moans, Kara clearly getting her rocks off on her first time, despite her not even having her first time yet. Speaking of…

Deciding on a change of pace, you yanked Kara up off her knees. She looked at your manly physique with heat in her eyes as you spun her back around. Lining up your shlong to her primed and pulsating puss, you asked her if Supergirl was ready to become a woman. Before she could answer you thrusted into her so hard you both jump into the air- and stay there! Seems Kara’s in too much of a sexual stupor to control her powers, not that you’d complain.

Riding high into the air, you could tell that Ms. Danvers here was becoming undone. “Yes, YES! Keep going, stud-izen! This log is filling up my mound so right! I love it! I love you? I don’t know what I’m saying, I just know I need you to keep going~” she said huskily, as you’re clearly slamming hard enough to get her vocal cords jostled. Luckily she’s currently wanting something specific to go in her mouth more than words to go out.

As you both got to about a hundred yards in the air, you doubled your pounding efforts. Kara kept moaning louder and louder, as every slam of your cock brought her another meter above the ground. Reaching your peak, you pulled in as close as you can (only about ten inches unfortunately, new girl and all) and came inside her tight virgin hole, causing Kara to shut off, both of you dropping like hot rocks all the way back down to the Mid-Mart parking lot, busting a hole in the concrete.

You got up from the crater which was quickly becoming a pool of spunk, as your dong just kept cumming all over Kara’s prone body. “Mhhnn… cock… need more… from… master… so good~” was all you could make out as she slowly floated out of the ooze, still in a daze.

Clap clap~

You heard that noise coming from close by as you watched Supergirl’s suit reform, it going over the semen, leaving Kara still very soggy. “Ah, good ta know my clothes power works for secondary sluts too,” Harley said, industrial-sized baggie of Popped Middlers draped over her shoulder. She threw the bag to you before skipping up to her newly formed slut-sister. Or niece? Since she’s the aunt? Slavemate, let’s go with that.

“H-Harle-” Kara managed to get out before your auntie brought her in for a deep kiss. She then got to work, licking up all the spunk off her face before going back to base to share. They swished your man-milk between their lips for what felt like minutes, all culminating with Harley forcefully spitting all the cream into the other one, making Kara have to swallow.

“Now listen here short-stuff, and listen good,” the harlequin began, wiping some missed gunk off of Supergirl’s cheek in a familiar fashion. “You’re gonna go home, get all your affairs in order, and use all your super visions to find us in Gotham. You’re gonna help us take down your extra-dimensional doppelgänger, and maybe get a few more screws in along the way. But most importantly, you’re gonna love it~”

“Y-Yes Mistress Harley, r-right away,” and almost the second she finished that sentence, Kara rocketed off back towards town, most likely to cancel her tuition.

“Oooh, mistress is a fun one,” Harley mused as she snatched the Popped Middlers from your hands, pouring them into the still-unused sidecar (was this her plan all along? :0). “Definitely in the top three behind mistah and auntie. C’mon, pudding, Gotham awaits!”

You shrugged, looking up to see a faint red-and-blue streak flying through the sky. It brought you great pride knowing that streak belongs to a nice young lady that got her virginity, and decency, ripped away from her by the one-and-only you.

“Oh, and puddin? Keep your pants off and and angle Bj to the right. Auntie wants her middlers to have an extra special coating~”