Longer Than Expected update

“Like fuck someone else,” Helena sighed. “Someone with a big cock who knows what to do with a hot little bitch that likes to fuck—like me. Do you know anyone like that, Tim? Because I’ve tried a lot of guys.”

“You h-have?” Tim stuttered in disbelief. He couldn’t believe she’d cheat on someone as cool as Dick. Usually he’d expect to be angry on Dick’s behalf, but his mind wasn’t responding right. It was full of the feel of Helena’s body.

“That’s right. But none of them have satisfied me. Can you satisfy me, Tim? Are you a big enough man to step into Dick’s… shoes?”

A quiver went through Tim’s body. “I… I…”

“I like you a lot, Tim. I really hope you’re big enough.”

Then she was kissing him, really kissing him, kissing his mouth and her slick tongue moving against his. It blew Tim’s mind. He moaned and tangled his tongue with hers, thrusting both into her mouth. She pressed her lips harder to his and stroked his tongue and the feeling went right to his erection, which bolted up, as rigid as if she’d licked it instead of the inside of his mouth.

Helena felt it stiffen. Under her squirming ass, she felt him rise, harden, his manhood growing into a long thick erection and it was everything she’d hoped for. She ran wet with lustful excitement, darkening the crotch of her shorts. She was going to have so much fun with this one.

Helena broke the kiss and looked at him with a sultry smile befitting their new intimacy. Tim blushed right down to his toes. Christ, what was he doing? He hadn’t meant to kiss her—hadn’t meant to put his tongue in her mouth or let her tongue into his—and now he had a huge erection. He wondered if she’d notice.

“Hey, Helena,” he said nervously, “I think we’d better get back to work…”

Helena pressed her forehead to his, teasing her nose against his. The edges of their masks touched. “You’re blushing, Tim. Do you feel guilty? Have you done something bad?”

Tim felt his face get even redder. “No, I… it’s just hot out here. We should pay attention to the stake-out.”

“Naughty boy… All you Bats are alike. You love telling people what to do. Do you like telling girls what to do—or just me?”

With an insouciant salute, she picked now to obediently get off of his lap. But as she pushed herself up, she put her hand down on the big, hard bulge of his erection. Tim groaned in his excitement, his face now turning a pallid white. Then, to his horror, he saw that Helena wasn’t taking her hand away—she was staring fixedly at the enormous swelling of his crotch, feeling it out like a blind woman.

“Why, Tim,” she cooed innocently. “What’s that in your pants? It’s big… and hard… and hot…”

Tim pulled his cape around himself, knocking her hand aside almost in passing. Then, without another word, he turned and glared pointedly at their surveillance, like he would pretend Helena didn’t exist for the rest of the night if he had to.

So Helena started to undress.

“Helena, what are you doing?” Tim demanded.

“Taking off my clothes, dummy,” Helena replied calmly. She kicked off her boots and undid her utility belt. “You should take yours off too.”

“Why?”

Helena sighed with exasperation. Teenagers. It was a wonder she had made it through being in that peer group. “So we can do something about that stiff prick of yours before it busts a seam in your pants.”

Tim’s cooling face now grew redder than ever before. Apparently Helena assumed he would just pick up where Dick had left off. She assumed it didn’t matter that Tim was so much younger than her, or that he had something like a girlfriend, or that Dick was like a brother to him. He didn’t know which to tell her first.

She didn’t have much more to take off—already she was down to bra and panties, the virginal white lace looking thin and insubstantial on her ample curves. Her mask and boots seemed to cover more of her olive skin than anything else.

Tim pleaded with her. “Helena, you have to understand—we can’t do anything like that. I’m eighteen. You’re too old for me.”

Helena put her hands on her hips. “Too old? Is that why you’ve got a hard-on? Are you worried I’ll break a hip if you fuck me? I’ll try to pace myself, kiddo. Try not to have a heart attack.”

“But, Helena…”

“But what?” she demanded impatiently.

What? It was a good question. Legally, she wasn’t too old for him. Physically, she wasn’t either—she was in her prime, the kind of woman he should only be able to fantasize about, a woman that girls his own age were only a pale reflection of. And as long as they kept it a secret, Dick’s feelings wouldn’t be hurt. Besides, she’d said it herself, this wasn’t the first time she’d cheated on Dick. Did it really make a difference whether she was doing it with him or someone else? At least he could try to spare Dick’s feelings… maybe be able to push Helena back towards him or make a clean break of the relationship or… something.

Helena was tired of waiting. She was convinced of her own logic. She reached to Tim’s hard cock, working it out of his costume just as she would with Dick. Her fingers collared his cockhead and pulled his foreskin back. She spat in her other hand and used it to lube him up, sliding her palm up and down the length of his girthy shaft. Sweat broke out all over Tim’s face and it felt like the delirium of being torn between his body’s urges and his loyalty to Dick. All of which was bowled over by the fever of lust Helena was in.

“Your cock’s so red, Tim. No wonder they call you Robin. And Dick already dresses in blue, for those blue, blue balls he’s going to have while his little brother is taking care of his girlfriend…”

Tim quivered, his fat cock throbbing as he sat down on the roof’s parapet with Helena. She pulled him down by his prick like it was a leash.

With one hand on his shoulder, her lips caressing his ear, Helena closed her other hand around his prick and stroked it up and down. Massaging his cock from knob to balls. Tim wrapped his arm around her, holding her close, and she let go of his shoulder with a squeeze, moving her free hand down to his bloated balls. She gently caressed them, purring with happiness as she felt how engorged they were with cum.

“I’m going to suck you off,” she mewled. “That big beautiful prick is going in my mouth and I’m going to milk those balls completely dry. I’m going to suck every last drop of your cum through that big cock and down my throat.”

Tim could only mutter in response. “Oh fuck… fuck, Helena!”

“Yessss,” she purred. “Fuck Helena…”

Caught between her touch and her words, he groaned in pleasure. She got up, pulled on his boots, yanking him down onto his back atop the roof. He was left leaning against the parapet, stretched out on one side of it while his cape dangled over the other. Her hands kept stroking his swollen cock, teasing his cum-filled balls. Tim’s only thought was worry he’d shoot off before he felt that soft wet mouth on his manhood.

Kneeling between his spread legs, Helena bent down like a supplicant and thrust her tongue against his member. She ran wet kisses down the length of his shaft and her fingernails gently plied at his girth, moving down to pump his balls, then scratched at the underside of his scrotum, playing her nails over the seam that ran between his testes.

“You’d better put it in your mouth now, Helena,” Tim groaned, with boldness coming from someplace he didn’t know. Maybe it was just desperation talking—sheer sex drive. “I’m gonna come really soon.”

He couldn’t help himself. His hips jetted upward, thrusting his cock into the open air. His head was lifted, looking at her lustfully contorted features as she watched his stiff erection bob in the wind. His hot cum was boiling in his aching scrotum. He knew it wouldn’t stay there for long.

“Suck it, Helena!” Tim cried, his own audacity startling him, shocking him, making him feel a numb sort of regret that he couldn’t really process. Nothing mattered but getting into her mouth; he had no morals when this pounding erection wasn’t being tended to. “Suck my prick, you whore!”

Helena laughed gleefully at his dirty talk and swooped down onto his swollen cock. Making eye contact with him, her pink tongue swirled over his knob, probing at the tip. Then her lips collared his glans and sucked out the first sweet drops of precum.