Just Another Day update

When Barbara came back to the Clocktower, Steph and Cass were naked. That wasn’t too unusual. After a patrol, you were always all sweaty and sore, and nothing felt better than to skin right out of your costume and feel the cool air conditioning on your skin. Cass and Steph, though, were clearly not on their way to the shower. They were just naked.

Steph with generous proportions, adulthood giving her well-rounded hips and thick thighs to go with the abundant bust from her pregnancy. Her ass was nice and full despite how toned it was.

Cass was more… sculpted. Tight and slender, all her muscles taut and chiseled, her small breasts eternally lifted up, her ass as toned and hard as a rock. Barbara wondered, if she were brave enough to try and part those steely glutes, whether she’d even be capable of doing so.

They noticed Barbara’s presence as she started to undress: Cass first, then her alerting Steph with a nudge of her elbow.

“Babs, get over here, you have to see this!” Steph said, once she’d realized Barbara was there.

Shedding pieces of her costume, Barbara went over to the workstation they were gathered at. On the 4K screen, she saw Cass, or rather Batgirl. She was in her cowl and cape, but the rest of her was naked, more or less like the scarred physique that was standing beside Barbara.

Batgirl was kneeling before Spoiler, who also wore only her mask and cape. Spoiler was sitting on a beanbag chair with her legs apart and ringlets of blonde hair gilding her womanhood.

Barbara felt a warmth down between her thighs, looking at Spoiler’s groin, the blonde hair thin enough to show her pink pussy lips. Spoiler’s breasts jiggled up and down as she writhed her way deeper into the beanbag.

Batgirl was breathing hard on the floor in front of her, watching as Spoiler squeezed her own tits, then cupped them in offering to Batgirl. Who climbed up the blonde’s body, slowing to run a breast through Spoiler’s pubic thatch.

“Ohhh!” Spoiler moaned, feeling it, her wicked anticipation showing even through her mouth.

Batgirl came up and kissed Spoiler’s breast, more than plump enough to fill her mouth. Spoiler purred in delight, her nipple hardening against Batgirl’s teeth, her tongue, her lips.

Watching with eyebrows raised, Barbara saw saliva running down Spoiler’s body, mingling with her sweat to catch the light in little pools along the creases of her musculature.

“Go down on me, Cass, please!” Spoiler breathed. “Get me ready, oh please, I need to be ready to take it!”

“Ready for what?” Barbara asked, but Cass just shushed her. Barbara looked at her, wondering why Cass and Steph would be watching a sex tape instead of just having sex. Then she looked at the screen again and recognized the Clocktower’s training room. Its holographic training room.

Spoiler writhed, she thrashed, dropping her ass deeper into her beanbag chair, so that Batgirl had to follow her down, head in Spoiler’s lap and ass up in the air. Barbara bit her lip, looking at Batgirl’s raised ass. It was lovely; Barbara felt the warmth inside her tingle a bit, just seeing it wiggle around while Batgirl played with Spoiler’s tits.

Then Tim walked in. Naked. Sporting an erection that would be oversized except that, faced with what Steph and Cass were doing, it seemed like just the thing they needed.

“Can you believe this?” Steph demanded, jaw clenching, hands fisted at her sides. “He tells us he needs to be alone to focus on his work, then he does this crap!”

Tim sank to his knees behind Batgirl and shoved himself into her asshole. Batgirl spread her legs and her buttocks parted, letting him slip right inside. Her ass swallowed him up and Batgirl kept working over Spoiler while she was sodomized, doing it so effectively that what Batgirl had to be feeling seemed to be split, shared, given to both of them.

Spoiler’s head fell back. She didn’t at all look in control of her body.

“He really likes… fucking my ass,” Cass noted, watching with an expression as neutral as Steph’s was overwrought.

Tim pistoned back and forth, jamming himself into Batgirl’s rectum. With each thrust, he pushed her deeper into Spoiler’s embrace. And the closer together they were, the further Spoiler went into her pleasure, her head rolling from side to side, her tongue hanging out of her open mouth. She writhed ecstatically, ripping her mask out of the way of her moans.

“He should be doing that with us, letting us enjoy it!” Steph huffed. “But Tim doesn’t want to catch feelings, so those dumb holograms get all of his cock and we just get to watch!”

“We should teach him a lesson,” Cass said, her voice as even as ever, though her eyes were piqued with interest.

“Yeah, we should freeze him out, not even give him the time of day!”

“I think… they would give him… the time of day,” Cass noted, still staring at the holograms. “They’re giving him… everything else.”

It was a hell of a play date. Barbara felt herself getting aroused just watching it. Her pubic hair was turning glossy with wetness, but she was hardly alone in that. She could smell pussy in the air—there was no point in asking if it was Steph or Cass. Those two were too friendly with each other not to be feeling the same thing here.

Barbara shook her head, though. The girls were right. Tim had no right to neglect them when he wanted their bodies so much. They should get to enjoy all the lust they’d so clearly inspired in him.

She hummed thoughtfully. Then a smirk came to her lips. She patted the asses of both Steph and Cass: “I think I know how to make Tim learn his lesson…”