Don't Look Away update

Helena had always felt like sex was dirty. Even when she enjoyed that taboo and its breaking, there was still the shame of how she seemed to yield to her body’s animalistic urges. But with Barbara—with Dinah—between the two of them and their obvious love for each other and how she basked inbetween them, the sex seemed pure, natural, not perverse. She wasn’t the least bit embarrassed of what she did with them. If anything, she was grateful they’d made sex seem so… sweet. Perfectly complimenting an emotional side of her nature that had long been concealed.

She could actually feel something replacing the shame and embarrassment she’d usually be feeling now, after she’d gotten some distance from sating herself. Turning over, away from her little spoon Dinah, Helena saw Barbara smiling at her. The redhead had her laptop open on the nightstand and was wearing a headset. She whispered into the microphone, but no doubt whatever program digitized her voice could also amp it up from a whisper to a conversational tone. 

Barbara held a finger to her lips—universal signal for ‘I’m on the phone,’ although considering what that entailed for the Oracle, how remarkably casual it seemed. “Okay, Batgirls, Boy Wonder, this is going to be a fun one. As some of you may know if you’ve been listening to Dick’s stories about the good old days, there is an all-girl finishing school not so far outside Gotham city limits. Cobblepot High, they call it, and it’s apparently legitimate. A ‘my sainted mother’s legacy’ sort of thing from Ozzie.”

Dinah stirred, drawn to Barbara’s voice like it was whispering sweet nothings instead of a mission briefing for the Bat brats. Helena put a hand over her mouth to keep her from interrupting as she woke up.

“Lately, there have been several reports of missing persons among the student body. The authorities can’t find a pattern, so they’re ruling it typical teenage runaways. Of course, we don’t have to worry about arrest records, so we’re actually going to investigate it.”

Dinah was awake—rubbing her hips against Helena’s side. Helena smiled at her, and pulled at the sheet between herself and Barbara. It slipped away from Barbara’s tawny body. “Come play,” she mouthed. 

Barbara pointedly looked away. So Helena went down on Dinah instead.

Dinah had not expected such skill from Helena. The woman was the most boy-crazy bisexual Dinah had ever met, and just seeing how she paired a fuck-you big crucifix with a belly window costume should’ve marked her as too screwed up to be any kind of good lover. But she was a natural cunt-licker. Dinah moaned the moment she felt Helena’s talented tongue, knowing that whatever her issues, Helena had no compunction about getting another woman off.

Barbara reached out and covered Dinah’s mouth, muffling her passionate sighs. “Tim, Cass, Steph, you’re going undercover as transfer students at Cobblepot High. It’s an investigation, so Tim runs lead on this one. Find out what’s going on and watch each other’s backs.” Dinah screamed against her hand. “Jesus Christ, Helena, what the fuck are you doing to her? You haven’t even given her any foreplay yet…”

Then she remembered to end the recording and start the encryption. She could’ve redone the briefing, but holy hell, Helena was licking Dinah’s pussy like it was the tastiest thing she’d ever put in her mouth. 

Barbara closed the laptop and crawled over to join them. The computer probably hadn’t picked up that last comment anyway…

***

“Awww,” Steph cooed upon hearing Barbara’s briefing wrap up. Her hands were on her cheeks. “They’re so cute together. Like three Noah Centineos in a puddle.”

“I’m glad you’re happy,” Tim groused. “They’re off playing Wild Things and we’re stuck on the worst assignment ever.”

“What’s wrong?” Steph asked him, flaunting herself. “Don’t you think I look cute? Don’t you think Cass looks cute?”

They both wore the school uniform. Pumps. Thigh-high stockings. Tartan skirts. White blouses with light blazers. And it being an all-girl school, there were no rules on how many buttons they had to actually button. Steph had given herself a plunging neckline, the barely-done-up blouse and cream-colored blazer giving intoxicating glimpses of her black bra, so adult and serious in her innocent ensemble.

“No, I think I look cute. That’s the problem.”

Never the hairiest gentleman, it’d been easy to pass Tim off as a girl. A wig, some make-up, a bandage to disguise his Adam’s apple. And while he was no Dick Grayson when it came to acrobatics, Tim had picked up walking in heels within record time. That mark of athletic skill had only made him more frustrated with this undercover assignment.

“I mean, you do look cute as a girl,” Steph said soothingly. “Facial symmetry is attractive in both sexes.”

“I would still… have sex with you…” Cass said. “Even without… dick…”

“I still have a—“ Tim broke off. They were in the quad of Cobblepot High and a girl was coming right towards them.

Between all their assignments, training, and Steph’s idea of a proper dating life, their schedules hadn’t totally coalesced until they were all being dropped off at the school, and were able to meet up and listen to Barbara’s orders. It still struck Tim as a hell of a way to run a railroad. They needed more of a stranger danger thing before someone had him dress up as a Catholic schoolgirl for nefarious reasons.

“Hi,” the girl said. “I’m Linda.”

Whatever the ideal fit was for the school uniform, Linda was a head higher. The blazer was basically a bolero jacket on her, while the blouse was tied off at the bottom, leaving her midriff bare. More crucial inches sprouted between her stockings and her skirt, which was high up on her creamy thighs. Her blonde hair was gathered into two pigtails—even Steph hadn’t gone that far—and muscle was evident in her toned arms and flat belly. She looked like she could go pound for pound with Cass in a weight-lifting contest, but also rock a bikini. And as modest as her uniform tried to be, it could’ve been a two-piece bathing suit for all it covered. Tim found himself stiffening up as he stared at her. As cute as Cass and Steph were—he’d already seen them naked.

“You must be the new kids,” Linda continued. “Think of me as your tour guide! I’m here to show you around and help you get set up at your new school.”

Steph stepped in while Tim gaped. “Cool. I’m Steph, that’s Cass.” Cass opened her mouth to introduce herself, but Steph interceded again. “English is her second language, so don’t expect her to do much talking.”

“Oh, that’s alright,” Linda said. “I speak Cantonese. 你好.”

Cass looked quizzically at her.

“She doesn’t speak Cantonese,” Steph said.

“Oh. Mandarin?” Linda asked. “你好.”

“Why do you keep assuming she speaks an Asian language?” Steph demanded. “That’s racist.”

“And I’m Tim!” Tim said at last, finally in firm possession of his wits.

“You’re a girl named Tim?” Linda asked.

“Yes… no… I’m not…”

“Oh, I see,” Linda said. “Is that your dead name?”

“Yes!” Steph said at the same time Tim said “No.”

Linda clamped down on her confusion. “Well, that’s okay! We accommodate everyone here at Cobblepot High. After all, what would Gotham be without cryogenically frozen people, lizardmen, human-bat hybrids, deformed clowns, and furries?”

“A nice… place to live…?” Cass said.

“Your English is very good,” Linda told her.

She showed them around the campus. Like a lot of architecture in Gotham, it was starkly brutal Gothic—meant to be relieved by efforts at urban renewal, but the slabs of squat buildings and glass cubism, like building blocks scattered around a toy set by a bored toddler, only added a note of absurdity to what could’ve been classical elegance. In many cases, the renewal was itself decaying, abandoned in mid-construction or falling to vandalism and pollution in ways the brick and mortar architecture was resisting. The end result was that the school felt transitory, dying, an ignoble tumor growing off the old fortress that was better suited to the land.

It was little wonder Tim had more interest in Linda. She was an absorbing hostess, even when she wasn’t telling Tim anything he didn’t already know. He had already researched all the school’s specs of his own initiative. And that left him ample time to stare to his heart’s content at Linda, ignoring the message to focus on her beauty in apparently rapt attention. 

Linda was simply gorgeous, the strong features of her classically beautiful face easily given to her warm smile, with brightly piercing eyes and shining blonde hair. Her pouting breasts and kinky little hips perfectly filled out her school uniform. But Steph and Cass looked no less fetishistic. 

Cass’s innocently blasé regard for her own sexuality blended well with the schoolgirl outfit. She walked with a smooth, steady gait, showing herself off while seeming perfectly unaware of how her costume flattered her. Every step rippled through the creamy flesh of her thighs, while her breasts swayed inside her tight blouse, pushing out against their bra and the skintight confines of the top, revealing their pertness with every roll of her body.

Steph, meanwhile, wore her blouse high on her trim belly and would hold up her skirt whenever the floor wasn’t completely level. Though petite, she conducted herself with a certain mischievous knowledge of how she must’ve looked. Her hips waggled so hard that the skirt nearly flipped away from her ass entirely, and her breasts jiggled without a bra to restrain them. The gossamer stockings made her legs look longer and more slender than they really were, while her semi-translucent blouse gave the skin underneath a kind of forbidden allure. Only a few folds of the crinkled blouse kept the view of her breasts from being as obscene as the dirtiest lingerie. 

It was then that Tim realized a short skirt could reveal more than a toned thigh or a pert buttock. His was extending out several inches in front of him, showing just how far his appreciation of the female form went.

Cass snapped a hit into his ribs. “Quit it,” she said tersely.

“You think I can help it?” Tim hissed back at her, keeping his voice low in the hopes that Linda, absorbed in conversation with Steph up ahead, wouldn’t hear. “If being dressed up like Sailor Moon isn’t going to turn me off, what do you think will?”

For a moment, Cass looked on sightlessly with her almond eyes, as if in consideration of what he’d just said, although it was indistinguishable from the usual percolating strain with which she tried to place what she heard and saw into her own internal reference. Then she swept in front of Tim, keeping him from proceeding while blocking the offending protrusion with her body. It proved far more effective than the hunch Tim was developing.

“Where’s the bathroom?” she asked.

Linda stopped in the middle of the anecdote she’d been beguiling Steph with. “There’s one right over there,” she said, pointing across the hallway they were going down. 

“Okay,” Cass said. Then: “Tim has to go too.”

Tim awkwardly turned to the side as he made his way toward the bathroom, while Cass tried to stay between him and Linda as they walked. 

Steph tugged at Linda’s sleeve. “It’s okay, I’ll fill them in later. Now, tell me more about the gay monks that used to live here?”

Linda continued on her way with Steph, so no one could notice that instead of Cass and Tim going into the bathroom, they disappeared inside a broom closet, Cass pulling Tim along as if she outweighed him by a hundred pounds.

The broom closet was large enough, as closets went, lit by a low-watt bulb that hung from the ceiling like it could not think of anywhere else to be. Brooms and mops and buckets and spray bottles were stowed all around with the disorder of things that were regularly used. 

Cass seized Tim by his shoulders and backed him against the door, shutting it behind them and forcing him to his full height. His erection was revealed, though Tim couldn’t help but feel its sheer size was mocked by being underneath a plaid skirt. Still, Cass’s eyes gleamed enough to make up for how silly he felt.

“You look… cute as a girl,” she said, and Tim couldn’t help but grin with how interested she was, no matter how disconcerting that sentiment would be coming from anyone else.

“Even that?” Tim asked.

Cass shrugged. “I can pretend… it’s a strap-on.”

Tim’s cock thundered as his imagination ran away with him. He was, after all, a teenage boy, and Cass’s simple implication of lesbianism was enough to put his lust into overdrive—even when he was technically one of the ‘lesbians’.

Cass looked down, watching Tim’s member jump and lurch with need. There was no ignoring it. “I guess we… can’t wait around… for you to have self-control.”

“Self-control? God, Cass, I’m eighteen! I have like two more years where I’m allowed to find schoolgirl outfits sexy! This is like a whole school of women in cheerleader uniforms! Like a dental school, only for cheerleaders, and they all go to class with pom-poms and--”

“You’re making yourself harder,” Cass pointed out. His erection was actually exceeding the length of his skirt now, pushing out past the lifted hem to reveal the cockhead leaking precum onto the floor. She took a step back so it wouldn’t get on her shoes. “Maybe you should just… come and get it… out of your system…”

Tim held up his hands. “Hey, I may be a superhero, I know risk is our business, but I’m not jerking off in a high school broom closet. There’s death-defying and then there’s just tempting fate.”

Cass looked at him coyly. “Didn’t say… jerking off…” Her tongue glided along her lips. “Your cock… would make a delicious… strap-on…”

“Thanks,” Tim said, too aroused to delve into Cass’s ideas on interpersonal relationships. 

Cass took hold of his manhood, rubbing it, caressing it, skating back the skirt until it hung around the base of his cock like a set of curtains at a circus exhibit. “I don’t like how strap-ons don’t… come. I want a nice… hot… thick load of… cum… when I suck you off… you’ll give me that… right? You won’t… leave my mouth… empty?”

Tim nodded frantically. “I think that can be arranged,” he wheezed.

“I am… very hungry… but don’t… come… before I suck on you… a lot… I want you to come… hard.”

Cass got down on her knees in front of him, daintily pulling up her skirt so she wasn’t kneeling on it. Then she focused entirely on Tim’s member looming before her face; her eyes crossed as she took it in from close up. Her lips involuntarily puckered, and she put her hands on Tim’s hips, untucking his blouse so she could feel underneath it and touch the bare skin of his midriff. She was drooling slightly—savoring the entirety of his erect cock being offered up to her.

“I’ll have to keep this… clothes,” she said, her usual halting speech pattern now seeming hazy, as if she were being challenged to keep her mind on her words rather than slowly picking the correct phrases and pronunciations. “For when I want you… hard.”

“You don’t need any outfit to get me hard,” Tim told her.

“Yes,” Cass said. “You like me… naked… too…”

Her tongue slid out of her mouth, wiggling inches from the tip of his prick, like a snake tasting the air, teasing him with the closeness of her pink wet lickes. She sucked it back inside as Tim rocked his hips forward, trying to drive his cock at the willing target of her lolling tongue. She looked up at him, her tongue rolling inside her mouth, and parted her lips. 

She didn’t hold them apart far enough for Tim to get his prick inside her mouth, but it was still scintillating for him to rub his helmet over her lips, into the gulf between them, and along her cheeks and jaw. He felt like he could feel every drop of sweat, every wispy hair on her sweet face. He worked his cockhead up over her small nose, along her eyebrows, down to her trembling chin as she opened her mouth a little wider, letting him get just the tip between her lips. It was a sensational tease, feeling a hint of the pressure her sucking mouth had to offer as his glans boiled with foaming precum. 

He moved his cockhead like a paintbrush, tracing his precum all over the contours of her face, leaving slippery tracks of it over every beautiful feature. The lust on his own expression was so intense that Cass had to look away, and she looked down to see their shadows smashed down on the floor by the bare lightbulb, the symmetry of her face’s outline being clotted out by his erection. She pushed her tongue out of her mouth and saw its shadow be obliterated by Tim rubbing his shaft against it, moaning urgently as he felt the heat from her mouth sink into his burgeoning manhood.

He pushed along the track of her tongue, until his cockhead was fitted tightly inside her damp lips, forcing them apart. Cass angled her head down worshipfully to his prick as she took helmet and shaft into her mouth.

Tim let out a long groan, the sound one of pure pleasure, feeling her mouth engulf the desperate need of his erection. He threw his head back, bending nearly double, but barely holding himself up to look down the arch of his chest and see how Cass’s warm lips were around his member. They were collared around his glans, only a small part of his erection, but that hardly mattered when she was sucking so hard on his knob.

Her lips barely parted as she dragged them down the sloping slab of his meat, pulling on the purple knob so ecstatically that Tim barely felt her nimble tongue dancing over the succulent tip she kept in her mouth, dipping into the cleft, running beneath the sensitive underside, curling under his crown. She looked up at him, eyelids fluttering, as she spared some eye contact for him while otherwise totally concentrating on slurping her way off the very tip of his prick. His thickly engorged length stretched between her lips, stickily working themselves off his tip, and his wiry-haired groin, throbbing at her mouth like a weapon about to go off, a trail of saliva faltering between her lips and his cockhead.

“Ghh,” Tim groaned, utterly unable to speak, but noting Cass’s wry amusement at having him be the speechless one for once. 

Trembling, Tim reached down to her cheek, gently caressing it, feeling the warmth and wetness of the precum he had strewn over her face. Cass turned her head sharply and, with equal fondness, kissed his fingertips. Her lips were moist and her kiss was heated. She went back to his cock, opening her mouth and fixing it on the massive cockhead, narrowly parted lips sliding down his girthy shaft until she was halfway to his balls.

She bobbed her head up and down with jaunty flips of her shortly trimmed hair, drawing down his shaft, up, back down, back up, down-up-down-up, taking another precious inch with every trip she made. Her lips were now widely stretched, straining around his thickness. They traveled slowly and steadily towards his lap. The pleasure was exquisite, but Tim couldn’t resist adding to it. Like some clockwork mechanism set off by the irresistible winding of a key or throwing of a switch, his hips rocked back and forth, meeting the rhythm set by Cass’s plummeting head. As her mouth engulfed his manhood, he happily fed more of it to her, and as she pulled away, he withdrew, knowing that it would get him back inside her mouth even faster. 

It did more than that. It lodged his helmet at the narrowing of her throat, Cass gargling as his prick demanded more of her body than she’d given it before.

Tim thought that was as much as he was going to get—that the several inches still protruding from her mouth would stay forever outside the intoxicating suction she’d blessed his cockhead with.

But Cass seemed to have a voracious appetite. She was determined to gorge herself on all the delicious meat he had offered her. When her head dropped down his shaft again, she gulped down his cockhead, swallowing repeatedly until her lips were pressed to the base of his cock. Her chin nested in his engorged balls, while her nose pushed into his pubic hair and breathed deeply of his musk, knowing she was the one who’d turned Tim into such a sweaty, aroused animal.

Tim moaned helplessly, feeling faint at the sensation of having his cock surrounded by her mouth and throat, throbbing off of warm flesh in every direction, being pulled and massaged and sucked at by the sheer tightness of her gullet.

Cass’s hands were still steepled on his hips. She ran them down his thighs, between his legs, and cupped the bloated balls that mocked her with their promising size, squeezing gently, as if to feel how ripe they were with cum waiting to fill her face. Then she let go with one hand, moving it around his thigh and hip until her fingers were dug into his ass, squeezing firmly to hold him at her suckling mouth. She sucked furiously with Tim trapped in her hands and mouth.

“Gonna… come…” Tim gasped. “Come!”

Although she loved forcing the crippling admission from Tim, Cass knew that already. His balls were pulsing in her fingers, desperate to be empty.

“Mmmm,” she urged around the massive erection speared down her throat. “Mmmm!”

Her cheeks hollowed, her lips slurped, her tongue polished Tim’s length to a mad sheen—until finally, Tim gave a strangled cry and let a river of cum out of his cock.

His first rope of ejaculate punched into Cass’s mouth, jarring her head back. She gurgled and gulped as fast as she could, her mouth still filling up with rich, creamy spunk. With each swallow, it pumped down her throat, only to be replaced by more. A lengthy spurt shot out of Tim, skipping over the roof of her mouth and clogging up the back of her throat as she gargled around it, finally forcing it down in time for him to pour even more into her mouth. 

Cass simply could not swallow it all, his heady load bubbling out of her tightly clasped lips and running down her chin. But the overflow did not diminish Cass’s appetite. She continued milking him with her sucking throat until he was dry, every succulent drop extracted from his shrunken balls. Tim, bowled over, slumped against the closet door in sheer exhaustion. His chest heaved with his panting exertion. 

And still Cass sucked away at his rigid cock, pulling at all the semen it had until it had wilted away too much to be hiding a single sperm from her. Then she drew back and smiled up at Tim, showing him the cum that smeared her slender pink lips before she gathered it up with a slinking tongue and deliciously swallowed for the last time. She moaned for the taste. Finally she leaned in and kissed Tim’s scrotum, as if making sure it was not denying her anymore of its contents.

By now, Tim’s cock was sagging piteously, its fat length narrow and soft, the head drooping with what remained of its weight. Cass easily tucked his flaccid length away underneath his skirt, then licked her lips contentedly.

“Much better… than a strap-on.”