A Broader World (Harry Potter/DC Universe)

Even as she wakes up, Barbara knows that the events of the last night did in fact truly happen. And not just because she’s awoken sorer than any bad night she’s ever had before. Her life has truly gotten as crazy as last night was for her, and as she slowly rolls over, groaning and whimpering from the protest her body gives all the while, the red head isn’t the least bit surprised to see the mystery man sleeping off his own activities on her roommate’s bed.
 
They’d gotten in only a few hours ago, Barbara managing to drag the stranger out of Ivy and Harley’s hideout soon after he’d passed out. Luckily for her, Batman didn’t skimp on the strength training, and she’d ultimately been able to get him all the way back to Gotham Academy, and more specifically, to her dorm room there.
 
Plopping him down into her roommate’s bed, Barbara had finally passed out in her own bed to get a scant few hours of sleep before the day began in earnest. Despite her nighttime activities as Batgirl, she still had a life to live as Barbara Gordon too… and worse yet, she still had school to keep up with. She could already tell that today was going to be hell, and part of her wanted nothing more than to skip for the first time in her life.
 
But no, she couldn’t… she couldn’t ruin her perfect record like that! Batgirl was a kickass crimefighter, and Barbara Gordon was a Straight A’s student. Not only was her impeccable school record part of her cover, but also, she took a lot of pride in her grades, and intended to use them to get into the university of her choosing later on.
 
Which meant she had to get her ass up and get dressed, no matter how badly she just wanted to slip back into bed for several hours more. Of course, looking over at the passed-out wizard on her roommate’s bed doesn’t help matters. He’s popping a massive case of morning wood right now, in spite of all of the things he and she and the two villainesses had gotten up to just a few hours before.
 
The massive tent sticking up from under the blanket she’d barely had the strength to throw over him has Barbara drooling just a little bit, and part of her can’t help but want to go for another ride right then and there. Only a small part of her though, made even smaller by the fact that she was currently in a lot of pain and suffering from a serious soreness down there.
 
Still, the near certainty that she would end up jumping the passed out young man’s bones again if she stuck around the room for too long is what ultimately spurs Barbara on, getting her quickly dressed and out to class. As she hurriedly locks her dorm room behind her, the red head thanks her lucky stars that her roommate, Bette Kane, was currently sleeping over at Artemis Crock’s dorm at the moment.
 
That should, if all went according to plan, give Barbara enough time to finish her classes for the day and then move the mystery hunk in her dorm room later on, right after the school day ended. It was nice, having a plan. As sore as she was, as in pain as she was, Barbara did her best work when she had a set of goals and a workable timetable to operate off of. She could do this.
 
She just needed everything to go well for once…
 
-x-X-x-
 
It was just Barbara’s luck that as she was heading to her first class and thinking that final thought, that a pair of familiar blondes were swooping by her dorm room. Yes, Bette Kane was staying over at Artemis’ last night and thus didn’t need her own bed for the night. But that didn’t mean she had brought everything she needed over to Artemis’ room for her to be able to start the day. And Artemis, being a bit of a tomboy herself, didn’t have all of the things Bette needed on hand either.
 
And so, the two blondes were casually chatting with one another as they made their way over to Barbara and Bette’s shared dorm room, just narrowly missing the red head by a span of about ten minutes. As the two blonde girls arrive at the dorm room door and Bette tries it for a moment before rolling her eyes and grumbling as she pulls out her key, inside a certain Harry Potter is just starting to wake up.
 
Unbeknownst to Barbara, she’d unleashed a monster by leaving Harry unconscious in her dorm room. But in all fairness to her, it wasn’t like she could have known. Ivy’s pheromones had done lasting damage to Harry Potter. They hadn’t worked like they should have, and he hadn’t died thankfully, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t… changed.
 
Of course, not even Poison Ivy could have known what she was dealing with. Not only was Harry a wizard with a shit ton of magic, but he was also a wizard with seriously messed up blood. The Basilisk bite in Harry’s second year should have, by all rights, been enough to kill him dead. It had been in the process of killing him dead, in fact, when a certain Phoenix named Fawkes had swooped in and cried Phoenix Tears upon his bite.
 
The craziness of this sort of thing happening cannot be understated. Phoenix Tears and Basilisk Venom didn’t mix well… they were effectively polar opposites. But more than that, the Basilisk that Harry was bit by was Slytherin’s Basilisk, dating back to the time of the Founders themselves. It wasn’t incorrect to say that Basilisk had been one of the oldest creatures on the planet by the time it bit Harry and Harry managed to kill it.
 
That meant it venom was all the more potent, and while Fawkes’ Phoenix Tears had done their part in saving Harry from certain death, traces of the venom would always remain in his blood, just as the tears would, in a constant sort of war with each other, fighting for supremacy and both mixing and not mixing throughout his body.
 
This in and of itself… it made Harry something of a magical creature. Oh, he wasn’t about to suddenly grow Basilisk eyes or start elongating his teeth into fangs. He wasn’t about to sprout feathers, and he almost certainly couldn’t rely on a Phoenix Rebirth to remake him into an infant if the worst were to ever happen and he was to die. He was neither part-Basilisk nor part-Phoenix. Nothing quite so silly as that.
 
But his blood… his blood was messed up, seriously messed up, and it had been all this time since that fateful night in the Chamber of Secrets. Poison Ivy’s pheromones had only added to the problem, not mixing any better with the remnants of either magical creature’s fluids left in his blood. The Basilisk Venom didn’t play nice with anything, and the Phoenix Tears saw her pheromones as another encroaching threat to take care of, despite already being spread thin in their eternal war with the venom.
 
This was all to say, what was about to happen next couldn’t be avoided. At least not from the moment that Barbara left Harry sleeping in her and Bette’s dorm room. What happened next was merely a logical progression of events, based on a whole lot of evidence and facts that pretty much none of them had yet. And… it was going to get worse before it got better. But first… there were two blondes about to step into a landmine of epic proportions.
 
Now, if Barbara felt terrible, Harry… Harry felt like he’d fucking died and gone to hell, at least at first. Waking up was hellish for a couple reasons. One, he felt like he’d run several marathons back to back to back. Two, his cock was painfully erect, and painful was the right way to say it too. Throbbing and pulsating with need, Harry looks down the length of his body to stare at the truly massive tent he’s currently pitching, just as the door to the dorm room opens up.
 
A surprised shriek and an utterly painful throbbing dick were not exactly the way he’d wanted to wake up. Then again, from his final memories, he wasn’t sure he’d be waking up at all, let alone not in captivity. Peering around through bleary eyes and taking note of the two wide-eyed blondes in the doorway, Harry finds himself in what looks like a prep school dorm room, completely naked except for the blanket thrown over his sweat-covered form.
 
“Where… where am I?”
 
“Where are you?! Where are you?! You’re in my bed, pervert!”
 
One of the blondes, the one with voluminous, wavy locks, positively shrieks at him as she plants her hands on her hips and advances forward. Blanching, Harry is quick to move off the bed, taking the blanket with him as a makeshift toga that he uses to cover up his body as much as possible.
 
“S-Sorry! Really, it wasn’t my intention! I definitely didn’t go to sleep here!”
 
Staring at him with a gimlet eye, the blonde in front of him snorts derisively.
 
“Yeah, that so? Man, if I’d known Barbara had it in her… well, Mr. ‘didn’t go to sleep here’, I’m Bette Kane. Barbara might have mentioned me?”
 
She crosses her arms over her chest at that, glaring at him… except Harry notices her eyes drifting downwards more and more as he tries to explain himself.
 
“U-Uh, uh… Harry Potter! My name, that is. And… I don’t know a Barbara?”
 
Bette’s eyes widen at that, and she lets out a bark of laughter as she glances back over her shoulder at the mixed-race blonde standing behind her.
 
“Can you believe this guy, Artemis? Doesn’t even bother to learn her name before he fucks her sideways. Barbara really chose an absolute schmuck to go off the deep-end with.”
 
Raising one hand placatingly, his other holding his makeshift blanket-toga in place to keep covering his body, Harry shakes his head.
 
“I didn’t… I didn’t have sex with a Barbara or anyone in this room to the best of my knowledge. I just woke up here, just now. This is all one big misunderstanding. You see, I was-”
 
Rather than letting him explain, Bette rides right over him, clearly not believing him for a second.
 
“Sure, buddy. And the room just reeks of sweat and sex that’s clearly emanating from you. If you weren’t fucking Barbara last night, what were you doing? Participating in multiple back to back orgies?!”
 
Harry grimaces, and unfortunately Bette seems to take that as confirmation of the lie she thinks he told her, rather than confirmation that she’s right on the money. A disturbing gleam appears in the beautiful blonde’s eyes then, which continue to dart downwards every so often. She can’t keep her eyes off of his dick for more than a second. Which should probably have been a warning sign of what was about to happen next.
 
“Well. Apologies aren’t going to cut it, you hear me? I’m going to need recompense for my ruined sheets! Starting now!”
 
Lunging forward, she pushes him… and Harry, both sore and off-balance, trips over his makeshift toga, falling right back onto the bed that he’d just stood up from. Her bed, if she was to be believed. Before he can really do or say much else, Bette is on top of him, and more specifically, his face is disappearing under her schoolgirl skirt as she grinds her clothed mound down onto his confused mouth.

 
Harry lets out a muffled yelp as this happens, though at the same time, he’s not as upset about it as one might think. He was almost getting used to cute girls wanting to jump his bones at this point, and this curvy young blonde was certainly a cute one, even if her attitude left a lot to be desired. Of course, Harry wasn’t the only other person in the room with Bette.
 
“B-Bette, what are you doing?!”
 
Needless to say, Artemis Crock has been watching all of this in utter confusion, unsure what to do. At first, she’d thought the strange man in Barbara and Bette’s room was a bad guy and had been prepared to lay a beat down on him. After all, Artemis was a protégé of Green Arrow, and a member of The Team. She was just as much of a kickass vigilante as Barbara, aka Batgirl.
 
Fighting bad guys was something she knew quite well, and she’d been ready to push Bette behind her if it came down to a fight and she had to protect the other girl.
 
Except, within moments of Bette and the mystery guy talking, it became apparent to Artemis that Bette was onto something. And also, that this was so far out of her realm of knowledge that it wasn’t even funny. While the whole thing stank of more than just sex smells, it was undeniable that some sort of hanky panky had taken place in this room last night. Still, that didn’t mean Artemis was expecting her blonde friend to just… start going to town on the guy!
 
What Bette was doing looked a lot like sexual assault! Artemis had to stop her. What she probably didn’t have to do was close and lock the dorm room door behind her before leaping onto the bed after the other blonde… but she did that too anyways.
 
“I’m t-teaching this not so little hunk a lesson, Artemis! W-Wanna help?!”
 
By the time Artemis reaches the bed, Bette is gyrating her hips, humping away at Harry’s face more than grinding down as she gasps and shivers from his confused tongue working at her clothed mound. Blushing profusely, Artemis scowls.
 
“O-Of course not! Bette, get off him! You’re practically raping him!”
 
“H-Hah! If you could feel what I could feel, you’d know this isn’t, nnngh, r-rape! He’s got some serious skills~ Oooh, lookie here~”
 
In the ensuing struggle atop Harry’s body, the two blondes have inadvertently pulled the blanket off of him enough to reveal his raging, throbbing hard-on. The massive cock, bigger than any girl has ever seen before, sticks straight up in the air between them, making them both go wide-eyed, though with differing expressions on their faces, at the sight of it.
 
While Artemis blanches, Bette coos and reaches forward to stroke at Harry’s revealed cock. Her hands look absurdly small wrapped around his dick, groping at it at different angles and sliding up and down his shaft with an eagerness that baffles Artemis at first, before she finally gets her act together.
 
The mixed blonde tries to stop her friend from digging this sexual assault hole any deeper, but her efforts to slap away Bette’s hands from the huge fat cock between the two of them prove to be in vain. In fact, as the two blondes struggle atop Harry, it’s like Artemis forgets all of her martial arts training.
 
She should, as it stands, have no issue whatsoever taking Bette down and yanking her off of Harry. She’s the trained heroine here after all, and Bette is just a schoolgirl! But instead, she’s reduced to the other blonde’s schoolgirl level, and soon enough, it’s not Bette stroking Harry’s cock and Artemis trying to stop her anymore… it’s both of them stroking his cock in tandem, their hands each grabbing at a different part of his shaft as they start to slide up and down.
 
Their breathing grows headier, their vision swims, and the two blondes both whimper in unison as they begin to really feel it down in their loins. Well, Bette was already feeling ‘it’ thanks to Harry’s tongue on her clothed sex, but Artemis… Artemis is starting to get more and more into it too, despite a vanishingly small part of her knowing this was wrong.
 
As they breathe harder by the moment thanks to their ‘struggles’, the two blondes find their faces coming closer and closer together, the hot air of their mutual panting brushing across each other’s lips as they stare into one another’s hazy eyes and realize just… how… close t-they are…
 
Finally, they forget all about their struggling in the first place in favor of heatedly making out with one another. Their tongues work in and out of each other’s mouths, and their lips crash into one another’s lips as they go absolutely wild for the other girl At the same time, they both grind down on the rock-hard body beneath them, Bette’s moans filling Artemis’ mouth as Harry’s questing tongue probes at her slit through her panties.
 
Meanwhile, Artemis is groaning as well by this point, her own cloth-covered cunt grinding against the lower section of Harry’s shaft as she humps away at his crotch, the full length of his cock pushing up her own schoolgirl skirt and pressing into her taut stomach with a heat that the mixed blonde has never experienced before.
 
Harry is just… sort of going with the flow? To be fair, most of his pain was coming from his immense erection in the first place, so the young man was kind of more than willing to let the two sexy as fuck blondes go to town on it if that’s what they wanted to do. Bette was right, it wasn’t rape, because he would have consented anyways if they’d just asked.
 
Of course, part of him worried about the fact that he was STILL hard. And… had his cock always been that big? To be fair, he hadn’t gotten much of a chance to look at it before Bette had covered his face with her pussy, leaving him blind to everything else going on around him. It felt good though, all of it felt really good, so Harry just goes with the flow and tries to enjoy himself… and finds it very easy to do so, very easy indeed.
 
Regardless, having the two gorgeous girls making out atop his body while grinding down into certain parts of him eventually proves to be way too much for Harry, and he groans into Bette’s clothed pussy lips as he unloads. His jizz explodes out of the tip of his cock like a fucking Yosemite geyser, rocketing upwards and splashing against their chins as they only belatedly disengage from their makeout session.
 
Most of his cm ends up soaking their uniforms, catching both girls by surprise as they finally break off from their lip lock, looking down at the last second to catch the final few shots of white, hot ropey cum all over their pretty faces. Absently, Bette and Artemis lick the hot, sticky semen off of their lips and around their mouths… before sharing a look and then moving in frenzied unison.
 
The two girls make short work of their blouses, popping a few buttons clean off in their desperation to get out of them. Even as they’re undressing, Artemis is still grinding her soaked through panties and sopping wet pussy lips along the length of Harry’s softening prick, unwilling to let it rest quite yet. Harry can only groan into Bette’s own dripping slit as he shudders beneath them.
 
Of course, as soon as she’s got him back to full mast, Artemis stands up and reaches under her uniform’s skirt, yanking her panties down her long, lithe, toned legs and tossing them aside. Bette watches with obvious excitement and jealousy in her eyes, still riding Harry’s face as she bites her lower lip and watches Artemis begin trying to descend his cock.
 
Of course, with his eyesight covered, the only warning Harry gets is when it’s already happening, an even louder groan erupting from his lips and reverberating up through Bette’s seizing body as he feels his cock squeezed into the hottest, tightest pussy he’s ever had. It’s like a flesh vice around his dick, and it feels absolutely amazing as she slowly pushes downward, impaling herself inch by inch.
 
Despite the sex stupor that the young heroine finds herself in, she can only manage to take maybe a quarter of his length up inside of her at best. This is her first time, even if a life of martial arts and acrobatics training meant that she’d torn her hymen through exercise a long time ago. Her legs wobbling mid-squat, Artemis gasps and groans, able to feel the cockhead of the massive prick she’s currently doing her level best to sit on pressing up against her cervix.
 
The cock throbs inside of her, clearly wanting to go forward, but unable to do so. As Artemis tries to move back up, she moans wantonly, her inner walls tight and scraping against the thick fat throbbing cock buried in her needy, horny cunny.
 
Of course, it’s not just her and Harry, and the mixed blonde would do well to remember that they weren’t alone. Bette, not one to let such an opportunity escape her notice, grins wickedly and leans forward. Taking her friend’s clit into her mouth, the blonde bites and sucks at the sensitive nub. In response, the young heroine shrieks like a banshee, her head thrown back and her eyes rolling around in her skull as her legs give out under her.
 
In an instant, Artemis goes from squatting atop Harry’s cock, only partially forcing it into her, to absolutely and thoroughly impaled on his member. It’s still only half of his length, but it’s ALL of her womb now being used as a meat condom around his massive prick. Her tight abs distend rather lewdly with the bulge of Harry’s humungous shaft, and she stares down at herself in abject disbelief of how she’s even alive, let alone still functioning.
 
“Oh god, oh fuck, oh g-god…”
 
Unfortunately for Artemis, Bette was way too horny to help her out. Instead, the blonde still grinding away at Harry’s mouth, reaches forward and grabs her friend by the hips. For the briefest of moments, Artemis does think Bette intends to help… but then she starts to slowly jerk her down, ignoring all of the shrieks and squeals and screams from the latter as she uses Harry’s massive member to reshape her friend’s cock-broken pussy.
 
“N-No! Bette, what’re you-nnnnngh!!!”
 
“You can take it, Artemis! Fucking take it, you tight little slut!”
 
The mood whiplash from Bette sounding so encouraging one moment, to so malicious and degrading the next, would probably be a lot stronger for Artemis if she wasn’t reduced to a near-catatonic state. By the time her pussy lips firmly touch the base of Harry’s cock, the girl was choking on her own spit, even as Bette leaned in and kissed and licked any drool that escaped her mouth, before ultimately pulling her into another delicious lip lock.
 
Meanwhile, Harry had gotten tired of dealing with panties in the way of his questing tongue down below. He felt like he really couldn’t get in deep and give Bette what he wanted to, with her mound clothed in the way it was. And so, reaching up, Harry grabs those panties and pulls, shredding the sopping wet undergarments and causing Bette to let out a cute little surprised squeal as her dripping pussy lips are finally exposed to open air.
 
More importantly, her quim is exposed to Harry’s parseltonguing. It’s not long before he’s finding all of her little sweet spots, applying his own special brand of cunnilingus to the blonde girl in an effort to finally get her off. His tongue drives deep into her pussy and his thumb rubs against her clit as Bette gasps and groans into Artemis’ mouth.
 
Finally, she shrieks another orgasm into the catatonic mixed blonde’s lips as Harry finally drives her over the edge, making her squirt all over her face. Of course, given how hard Bette is currently grinding down on his nose and mouth, this proves to be something of a mistake, as Harry finds himself nearly drowning in Bette’s gushing cunt.
 
Struggling and spasming as he tries to push the blonde schoolgirl off of him enough to let himself breathe, Harry inadvertently bucks his hips a few times as well. Artemis’ body rag dolls atop his cock as he does this, bouncing once, twice, and then thrice as she shook like a girl possessed. Her cunt tightens even further, and her eyes continue to roll around in her head as her tongue joins them in lolling out of her mouth, completing the fucked silly look as she orgasms uselessly upon the most monstrous member of her young life.
 
The sensation of her pussy walls gripping and grappling with his pistoning prick as he accidentally thrusts up into her from below while pushing Bette up enough to get some oxygen in his lungs is what finally pushes Harry over the edge again. His cock feels amazing wrapped in Artemis’ oh-so-tight cunt and oh-so-tight womb, pistoning up into her taut, trembling, toned body until finally, he spills over the edge and fills her with his seed.
 
Squealing like a stuck pig rather then the young heroine-in-training she was supposed to be, Artemis shakes and spasms upon Harry’s massive prick as her taut abdomen bloats out, distending even beyond the bulge of his massive bitch breaker. The tightness of her cunt, wrapped securely around the base of Harry’s shaft, doesn’t allow any of his jizz to escape as he pumps and pumps and pumps until she’s so over-filled with his seed that it’s not even funny.
 
Though, while none can escape… all that pressure has to go somewhere, and eventually reality catches up with the insanity taking place on Bette’s bed, resulting in Artemis popping off of Harry’s cock, her cunny slick enough to allow her limp form to push up from the pressure of his explosive release inside of her, and then fall back onto the floor with a loud slurp as she lands there, twitching and trembling but completely insensate.
 
Meanwhile, far from worrying about her friend like she probably should have been, Bette Kane takes one look at the now freed monster cock and her eyes light up with excitement. Seizing upon her chance to take that massive, monstrous member for a spin, the gorgeous young blonde crawls down the length of Harry’s body. With her panties already torn to shreds and thoroughly out of the way, she giggles as she strokes his cock a few times, before shifting beyond it into position.
 
Slowly raising his head from where it’s been plowed downwards into the bed for the last little while, Harry gazes down the length of his body. His head had been trapped beneath a schoolgirl’s skirt for a little while, his vision filled with a quirky little bubble butt. He blinks a couple times to adjust to the light of the dorm room again, before finally seeing what’s right in front of him.
 
In a downward dog pose, with her legs straight and her back arched as she raises her butt high into the air, Bette has flipped up her skirt and is twerking her cute little bubble butt for him. Looking back over her shoulder as her ass cheeks clap together, she bites her lower lip in excitement at finding him finally looking and reaches back to spread her ass cheeks far and wide.
 
Her pristine, pink little star of a rosebud stares right at him, practically begging for an ass fucking. Harry… Harry really didn’t need anymore invitation and encouragement then that, to be honest. Though that doesn’t stop Bette from trying to give it to him anyways as he scrambles up onto his feet behind her.
 
“That’s right you hunk. You fucked Barbara, you fucked Artemis. But did you fuck their tight little asses? I bet not, hehe. Go ahead and have some fun with my back door~”
 
He’s too far gone to even mention that he still doesn’t remember fucking any girl named Barbara. At this point, he’d happily lay claim to the idea, if it kept Bette willing and eager as she was now. Grinning ferally, Harry grabs her by her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her buttocks on either side as he forcibly spreads them just a little farther. Then, bringing his utterly massive cock to bear, he begins to press it into her sphincter, knocking HARD against her back door.
 
“Nnnnngh! F-Fuck yeah baby, t-that’s the stuff!”
 
Bette probably had more she wanted to say, she probably had all sorts of dirty talk lined up while he fucked her ass. But as Harry punches inwards, thrusting down and filling her bowels with several inches of his cock at the same time, the words never come. Instead, she chokes on her own spit as the air is driven from her lungs, her pale legs trembling as her ass cheeks clap together around his fat, hot prick.
 
Pushing in further with every inch of his bitch breaking member, Harry drives whatever other words Bette might have had for him, pounding into her hard and fast. The blonde proved to be surprisingly flexible as she arched her upper body backwards to show him her ahegaoing face staring up at him and smiling stupidly.
 
With her hands pressed down in front of her, Harry doesn’t deny this invitation either. Grabbing her by her head, lacing his fingers together under her chin, Harry leans in and gives her mouth a good, long kiss as he begins to really fuck her ass, her body all twisted up and arched into a pretzel while he pounds into her booty for all he’s worth.
 
Harry doesn’t hold back, showing no restraint while he gives it to Bette long and hard. Her tight little back door feels amazing around his cock, clenching and squeezing down hard. Harder than Artemis’ cunt had even, though the two holes really couldn’t be compared. It would be like comparing apples to oranges. Regardless, Harry continues to fuck her ass raw, savaging the ahegaoing blonde as her eyes roll up in her head and her tongue writhes out of her mouth, perfect for him to dominate and nibble at.
 
Pulling back, he grins down at her fucked silly expression, even as he continues to pound her as hard and as fast as he can.
 
“This compensation enough for your sheets, you little tart-slut?”
 
To her credit, Bette manages to get something out then. All the same word, but it is a word all the same.
 
“M-More… mooooore! MORE!”
 
As she screams for more, Harry gives it to her. Upping his tempo even further, he drives every last inch of his cock into her ass, turning her bubble butt bright red from the impact of his hips against her ass cheeks, while at the same time bulging out her belly with the full length of his dick just like happened with Artemis.
 
Bette squeals and screams, losing complete control of her lower body as her legs collapse to knees from Harry jackhammering into her from above. Her feet kick up on either side of him rather uselessly, and her body shakes and shudders under the onslaught of his rough, anal rampage. Her ass constricts his cock like a snake, while her pussy gushes and squirts uncontrollably, making more of a mess of her bed than anything Harry had done to it while he was asleep.
 
But… Harry had had a long night, followed by a long early morning, followed by this. He was in no state to go forever, he’d already been tuckered out and was sort of running on fumes a while ago. At this point, he was running on practically nothing. In the end, unable to keep it up forever, Harry delivers one final downward thrust into Bette’s asshole, driving both of them down onto the bed and filling her bowels with his cum as Bette in turn finishes soaking the bed with hers.
 
The final position could be called prone boning, with how Bette is ultimately forced all the way down onto the mattress… but it really only lasts a few seconds as Harry finishes pumping his hot thick load into her ass. The two of them seize up, seeing white as they both tense, Bette beneath him and Harry atop her. The whiteout lasts a handful of moments, before finally blissful black overtakes them both and they pass out, unable to stay conscious a moment longer.
 
Harry’s last thought before he passes out is that he hopes he might not wake up to more sex fiends like these two girls… if he does wake up again.
 
-x-X-x-
 
She was almost feeling good about herself by the end of the day. Not good enough to go out patrolling that night, she was definitely taking at least a day off from being Batgirl, not least of which because she had to handle the guy she’d left in her dorm room, sleeping off whatever Ivy had done to him. Hopefully he hadn’t woken up yet… or if he had, he would know that it was best to stay put.
 
Of course, it’d been a little odd that neither Artemis nor Bette had shown up to classes that day. The two blondes weren’t perfect students like Barbara though, and Bette had skipped before, as well as drawn Artemis into her light delinquency once or twice upon a time. So really, she hadn’t thought much of it, assuming they were either just sleeping in or had decided to do something else rather than attend classes.
 
She wasn’t and couldn’t be their mother or their teacher though, she was their friend and beyond a little disapproval, Barbara refused to lecture them or what have you. No, let the consequences of their actions be punishment enough.
 
However, as Barbara turns the corner and begins to final walk towards her dorm building, something strange starts to catch her eye. There are students glancing in the direction of her building, gossiping and giggling to one another. Blinking owlishly, a sinking bad feeling suddenly growing in her gut, Barbara’s jaw works as she feels a shiver down her spine as well.
 
Shit… there was no way, right? N-no, it couldn’t be. Only, as she reached the dorm itself, the glances and giggles were getting worse. And when she finally arrived in the hall outside of her room, it became incredibly obvious that something had happened, as the entire hallway positively REEKED of sex.
 
Her worse fears all but realized, Barbara storms into her room, only to be all but physically struck with what felt like a WALL of familiar musk. Gasping, panting, the red head managed to close and lock the door behind her, just before the lightheadedness takes over and she has to slump back against it for support. Through hazy, bleary eyes, Barbara takes in the room.
 
Artemis, her fellow heroine and a certified badass, is passed out on the floor with a river of cum staining the carpet as it snakes out of her gaping cunt. Never in a million years would Barbara had thought she’d find the other girl like this. Not only was the mixed blonde something of a tomboy, but she was also just so… no-nonsense and cool, so primal and aggressive. It was hard for Barbara to accept that she’d been fucked silly to the point of passing out.
 
Of course, that’s not the worst of it. On the bed, specifically Bette’s bed, the mystery man is still there. Only, he’s now draped over Barbara’s roommate. Her sudden arrival has apparently woken Bette up, because the blonde looks up blearily and upon recognizing Barbara’s presence, gives her an exhausted smile.
 
“Heh, props to you Babs. Handling a stud like this, all by your lonesome? You’re a fucking Goddess.”
 
Barbara blushes crimson at that, blanching as she realizes that Bette and Artemis must have walked in on the sleeping man before classes and ultimately spent the entire day in here with him. She’s also blushing because Bette is wrong… she hadn’t handled him all on her own. In fact, it had taken two sexy villainesses AND her to finally tucker him out, so they didn’t all die from his dick rampage.
 
But Barbara doesn’t say any of this of course, not sure WHAT to say as Bette, having said her piece, begins to try and wiggle her way out from under the mystery man passed out on top of her. The blonde stops a moment later however and lets out a sensual groaning moan as the cock in her ass clearly and visibly begins to harden and grow erect all over again.
 
Only then does something akin to panic manage to shine through the lust in Bette’s eyes as she looks over to her roommate and whimpers out a single word.
 
“Help.”

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