Don't Look Away update

Barbara was working hard when Helena came into the computer room to join her—so hard that it took her a moment to see that Helena had gone back to her old, somewhat slutty costume. The thigh-high boots, the bottom of the costume with its bikini area, the elbow-length gloves and the top with a cut-out in the middle to show off her sleek belly. Barbara bit her lip. After months of Helena being in her comparatively modest bodysuit, seeing all those expanses of bared skin was a shock to her system. She had no idea how she’d gotten any work done back when Helena had dressed like that on a daily basis.

“Hey Babs,” Helena said in greeting, relishing Barbara’s eyes on her, so much so that Barbara almost wanted to look away. It was obvious this cat was on the prowl. “Keeping busy?”

“Being kept busy,” Barbara retorted after a pause. It wasn’t just that Helena’s costume left her exposed, but that what was exposed was so tempting. Her skin was a flatteringly dusky shade that just seemed to beg to be touched, her breasts large and round even inside the skintight confines of her costume, and her ass—the bottom of the costume didn’t even cover all of it. Barbara could see the undersides of Helena’s curvy buttocks, a perfect compromise being firmness and voluptuous size. “Changed your costume again?”

“This old thing?” Helena struck a mild pose. “Just wanted to see if it still fit. Sort of like you.”

“Me?”

“Seems like you check whether you fit inside me every few weeks,” Helena grinned. “That fist of yours isn’t getting any bigger and I’m certainly not getting any tighter.”

Barbara gulped. “Now isn’t the time to discuss that.”

“Okay,” Helena said, surprisingly accepting. “Hey, you know where Dinah is?”

“No, why?” Barbara replied suspiciously. If Helena thought that Barbara wasn’t taking her up on her offer because she was with Dinah… well, that was a little fair, she supposed, but honestly, it was complicated. You’d think the damn Huntress would be familiar with complicated.

“Just wondering,” Helena chirped. “Can you look her up?”

Off-balance, Barbara agreed without thinking. “Sure.” A few commands on her computer and Barbara had Dinah’s location. “She’s in the elevator.”

“Do you have a camera there?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I want to make sure she’s okay, like a good teammate,” Helena said.

“Okay,” Barbara said, even more suspicious, but she called up the camera feed from the elevator.

Then her jaw dropped.

***

Looking at the red light of the recording camera in the uppermost corner of the elevator, Dinah pulled the zipper on her bodice down to her groin. The sides of her breasts were revealed. So was the lacy waistband of her panties. So anyone watching could see that when Dinah reached down to her crotch, her fingers went underneath her panties, not over them.

To look at Dinah with her decadently revealing costume—partially unzipped, cut to little more than a thong in the back, fishnet stockings highlighting her long legs and a shock of golden blonde hair to finish out the bombshell picture—it was hard to believe that the body underneath was more tempting than the alluring hints her costume gave of it. A woman who wore lingerie was often more appetizing than one wearing nothing at all, and Dinah wore little more than lingerie. But somehow, her body was even more delectable once exposed. Her breasts, all but totally uncovered in their svelte roundness by her bodice hanging open, were actually a shade larger than they appeared when tamped down by her zipped up costume. Her panties, with their virginal whiteness, added a touch of innocence to her otherwise sensual appearance which made her all the more tempting. 

But neither her lingerie-clad body or her nakedness compared to the look on Dinah’s face as she rubbed her pussy lightly. Dinah herself couldn’t believe the shocking excitement that her own fingers gave her. Her slender, sleekly curved body quaked, the pert globes of her breasts rising and falling heavily as her breathing quickened. She had actually fucked Barbara before, been impaled on her red-lacquered fingers like she was touching herself now, but this seemed far more intense, even more intimate in a way. She was giving herself to Barbara even without the pleasure of Barbara touching her back. She was letting herself be seen. And she was even allowing Helena to share in that, trusting the Huntress to please Barbara on her behalf. The thought that the two of them might be touching each other as she was touching herself, right now even…

“Ohhhhh!” Dinah sighed, slipping the elastic band of her panties downward, revealing her incongruously dark pubic hair to the camera. She wondered if it came off as slutty, knowing that she was naturally a brunette. That she made herself look like a blonde sexpot on purpose. Her fingers pushed through that lush mane, finding her throbbing clit underneath her touch.

The clenching tightness of her cunt seemed to pull her fingers inward as they touched her inner flesh. Dinah closed her eyes and gave in, pushing her fingers deeper into the juicy passage that so desperately needed to be filled. She fingered her own sex, fucking herself until the heel of her palm rested against her clit. Throwing her head back, Dinah grinded her palm onto the little button, giving herself totally over to the naughty thrill of pleasuring herself.

“Need to come,” Dinah moaned, penetrating herself with two fingers. She forced her eyes open to look at the camera, reminding herself that Barbara was watching, Barbara and Helena both, and she fingered herself in long, slow rolls of her hips. With her left hand, she ripped her panties away, letting the camera see just how wetly splayed she was. And as Dinah shoved three fingers far down her juicy cunt, she dared to picture Barbara. Remember the feel of her skin, the warmth of her naked body, the tightness of her pussy, so alike Dinah’s and yet so different. As good as it felt to touch herself, she would’ve given anything to be touching Barbara instead.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, pumping her fingers faster now, spreading her moist cuntlips as she dreamed of Barbara, those hazy green eyes blazing with sheer lust. Was Barbara looking at her or looking at Helena, that lucky bitch? God, the two of them together—

“Hnn! Hnn! Hh!” Dinah panted, pulling aside her bodice to grab her left breast and feel the hot nipple stab into her palm as she finger-fucked herself with her other hand.

***

Barbara sat stock-still, as though the sounds and images coming over the monitor were a living thing, and could harm her if she wasn’t careful not to attract their attention. On the huge 4K screen of her primary monitor, she could see Dinah from an angle not six feet away, her head rolling loosely from side to side as she fingered herself.

“Quite a show, isn’t it?” Helena asked smugly, hovering over Barbara’s shoulder. “She really knows how to treat herself. It’s a shame you don’t.”

In her shock over seeing Dinah so explicitly, Barbara was barely aware of Helena’s presence. It was more like the woman was some voice inside her head, bringing Barbara’s innermost thoughts up from her subconscious. Thoughts and urges.

Helena pressed her hand between Barbara’s legs, touching her palm to Barbara’s quickly warming sex, and Barbara didn’t try to stop her. She let Helena rub her pussy as she stared hungrily at Dinah and the fingers filling her cunt, the touch so much like the hand at her own groin.

“Babs… ghh… fuck me, Babs!” Dinah whispered hotly.

Babs? Barbara was stunned. She’d had no idea Dinah was so… drawn to her. The occasional quick fuck, maybe—she was lucky to get that from either Dinah or Helena, two of the most beautiful women she’d ever known, and yet the two that worked for her, making romance inconceivable if she wanted to keep any control in this operation. 

It was all so impossible, yet not so impossible that she didn’t keep giving in, but in the back of her mind, Barbara knew it was more than that. A quickie wouldn’t be enough to get insolent, strong-willed Helena to join together with Dinah like this, and it wouldn’t make Dinah bare herself on camera… enjoying herself as she did it, clearly having the time of her life as that responsive, finely tuned body performed better than ever. Shit… were they seducing her?

As she watched Dinah fingering herself harder, faster with each passing moment, Barbara resolved to put a stop to this before it got too out of control. But as Dinah neared her orgasm, it was hard for Barbara to have any idea what ‘too far’ looked like when this was already so pleasurable.

“I know you’re watching, Babs,” Dinah said, now facing the camera, and Barbara nearly had a heart attack. She very nearly would’ve smashed the screen in if Helena hadn’t held her tight. “Take your clothes off. I used to picture you doing all that damn hacking naked all the time—I want that to be a reality for once. Honor system, Barbara. Either quit watching or get naked.”

Barbara was paralyzed with shock. She had no idea what she would’ve done if Helena didn’t draw her hand up Barbara’s groin, her lower belly, until her wet hand was undoing Barbara’s belt.

“Need a hand?” Helena asked, and Barbara keened desperately. 

***

“You did it, didn’t you?” Dinah asked as she shoved three fingers full length into her sex. She smiled, but it had nothing to do with the pleasure she felt in her cunt. “I know you did, baby. You can’t resist this body. You can’t stop watching. Even with Helena right there, throwing herself at you like I know she is…”

Dinah bit her lip as she imagined the caustic response Helena was no doubt spitting at her, then she stopped the dirty talk and just let them watch. Her juices were trickling down the insides of her thighs, ruining her fishnets, but she didn’t care. Dinah let herself forget everything except the wanton inferno filling her senses with joy. In her mind, her eyes closed, she wasn’t fucking herself. Barbara was, slamming those perfect slender fingers inside of her, knowing where to touch her as deftly as she knew how to handle a keyboard.

“Fuck me, Babs! Fuck my cunt!” Dinah chanted, almost unaware that she was actually speaking. All she cared about was keeping up the thought that Barbara was pleasuring her. Until Babs really was getting her off, it was all she had. She didn’t care where fantasy ended and reality began, what Barbara really thought on the other end of that camera, if she was even watching. All Dinah cared about was the ecstasy growing inside her, about to reach its full expression.

Her hand pistoned furiously, powering four fingers now deep into her writhing sex. Her hard little clit throbbed potently, swelling with excitement every time Dinah’s hand rubbed against it.

“Harder!” Dinah begged, fucking herself as hard as she could but knowing Barbara could do so much more, Barbara could truly ruin her with pleasure. Not just satisfy her, overwhelm. Dinah’s eyes squeezed tightly shut as she tried to recall just how good it had been, and she pumped her fingers faster, the muscles in her belly tightening and knotting. 

A moment later, cream gushed from her sex, running down her legs and coating her hand. Her knees trembled—she nearly fell over. Dinah didn’t stop. She kept reaming herself out, running her fingers over her clitoris. Not stopping until her red lips were pursed in a silent O of total pleasure. It was all she could do to keep from crying out with her own satisfaction. But if Barbara wanted to hear that, she would have to do it herself.

Already braced against the wall of the elevator, Dinah slumped to the ground, landing heavily on her ass. She breathed deeply, as if filling her lungs with fresh air would clear up the mystery of what she’d done. She had gambled, taken a page out of Helena’s maniac handbook, and she wouldn’t be surprised if after this, Barbara never wanted to see her again. But it had felt too damn good for her to regret it. Even if it was only a fantasy, at least she had admitted it was her fantasy.

Then the elevator car surged into motion. It was headed up. 

“Don’t wash your hand,” Barbara’s voice rang out over the PA. “I want to see it when you get here.”

***

Helena wasn’t willing to wait that long. Naked and aroused, Barbara was a sight to behold. Her sumptuous curves, ripe with maturity, were even more alluring than when she’d been a slight, slyly muscled youth. Now she’d filled out, her hips wide, her breasts full, her hair a magnificent mane of auburn hair perfectly matching her lightly tanned skin and dappling of freckles. 

Helena picked her up, carrying her directly to the bedroom. Setting her down on the bed, Helena undressed. As always, it didn’t take her long. Then, naked, her body almost shining with the robustness of her healthy physique, she crawled onto the bed, padding over Barbara’s sallow legs to the cunt that still thankfully worked. There, she laid her cheek down on Barbara’s thigh, knowing Barbara could feel the ghosts of sensations this close to her waist. She ran her face over the satiny smoothness of Barbara’s leg, smelling the tang of arousal from Barbara’s cunt. 

“Helena,” Barbara gasped. “You and Dinah…?”

“We both want you,” Helena confirmed. “For real this time. No backing out. No more hiding. You can take us, take this, or leave it.”

Barbara smiled. “You really think saying no is a choice? I had no idea… no idea the two of you wanted…”

“Save the sappy talk for Dinah,” Helena interrupted. “She may have gotten off, but I still need to fuck you. And it’s a good thing she’s used to touching herself, because I’m not planning on leaving leftovers.”

Barbara moaned as Helena kissed her lips to the redhead’s slippery wetness. The touch of her mouth was better than Barbara had ever felt before. Perhaps it was the fact that she had finally accepted this was more than sex, not a mistake, that it was one way Helena genuinely cared for her… maybe it was the forbidden quality of letting this taboo happen, turning the team she’d tried so hard to keep professional into a lesbian threesome, a goddamn harem, instead of anything approaching what Batman would approve of. Well, fuck him. Barbara’s pussy was wet as hell and as Helena licked it, Barbara felt no doubts, only passion.

“Starting without me?” Dinah asked, and her sultry tone was somehow enough to divert Barbara and Helena even from the pleasures of each other.

It was a worthwhile diversion. Dinah had stripped off all but her fishnets and high heel boots, leaving on her gloves for good measure. The effect was unbelievable. Her legs became impossibly tall with the emphasis drawn to them by the stockings, counteracting even the obvious charms of her exposed cunt and bare breasts, which now seemed almost secondary to the enthralling vision of her stockinged legs. 

“Getting her warmed up for you,” Helena retorted, flicking her tongue over Barbara’s swollen sex again, to a sharp inhale from the redhead.

“I’m warmed up enough for both of us,” Dinah answered.

She laid down on the bed as well, parallel to the pillows, her ass up, glorious with nothing but fishnets covering it. A vast desire for the blonde overwhelmed Barbara. She crawled over the bed until her face was against the ripe peach of Dinah’s ass, then she kissed it, just as Helena was licking her own slit, sending burning pleasure sizzling through it.

Dinah sighed, her eyes drifting closed as Barbara began to lave her tongue between Dinah’s buttocks, tripping over the fishnets that covered them. Barbara’s tongue felt so damn good after the burning heat of her masturbatory orgasm—soft and soothing and loving. And as Barbara ripped through the stockings and left a shiny trail of licks down between Dinah’s asscheeks, she felt her lust growing as if she’d never sated it at all.

Barbara could smell Dinah’s arousal, her cunt, and it was maybe the only thing that could tempt her away from simply enjoying Helena’s tongue in her own pussy. She put her face into Dinah’s ass, prying apart the cheeks with her hands. The smell of sex was very nearly overpowering. Barbara licked her lips. She knew she wanted it, but could she dare? She was already on the receiving end of Helena’s attentions; could she really give to Dinah at the same time?

Helena’s tongue felt too damn nice, licking steadily at Barbara’s flowing sex. Barbara pressed her face between Dinah’s buttocks and her tongue flicked out, running over the intimate skin of Dinah’s perineum. As Dinah moaned in response, Barbara explored with her tongue, feeling the soaked hair of Dinah’s pussy and the tight circle of Dinah’s anus. Barbara didn’t want that. She knew the only thing that would satisfy her was the taste of cunt—to enjoy Dinah’s honey the same way Helena was enjoying hers.

Even as she was thinking that, Helena fastened her lips to Barbara’s clit. She sucked, hard. Barbara almost cried out, but feared losing herself entirely in the ecstasy of how Helena was pleasing her, and instead she drove her tongue into Dinah’s waiting sex.

Dinah groaned as Barbara entered her, knowing that she was being tasted, hoping that Dinah liked her heat, her tightness, her flavor, everything about her pussy as much as she liked Barbara’s. At the very least, no one could claim she wasn’t responsive. Her juices flowed from her, meeting Barbara’s tongue as it ran over her pussy, inside and out, its every move sheer delight.

Then Dinah noticed Helena sidling around, rotating herself around Barbara’s body until she was perpendicular to Barbara’s hip. Still eating her pussy, but with her body lying horizontally on the bed, not vertically. And Dinah was too tempted to ignore it. She maneuvered herself over the mattress until Helena’s legs were parting to allow her head between them. The two Birds formed a triangle with themselves as the sides and Barbara as the base. When Dinah brushed her lips over Helena’s slit, she was rewarded with a gush of feminine cream. It was clear that Helena was as turned on from devouring Barbara as Dinah was from being eaten out by her.

Dinah too was getting turned on from devouring Helena’s sex, as Barbara burrowed her face deeper between Dinah’s asscheeks and forced her tongue inside the sweet cunt both she and Helena had desired.

Dinah felt her arousal pouring in like a tide, the rising waters covering all the questions and misgivings, leaving only the lust she shared with Helena and Barbara. She thrust out her stiff tongue, touching Helena’s tiny pink clit, and Helena’s magnificent body flexed and strained, suddenly having to contain the pure pleasure of Dinah’s tongue on her clitoris. She vented it the only way she could think of—trying to inflict the same satisfying suffering on Barbara Gordon and her wonderfully erect clitoris.

Maybe it was the potent mixture of both giving and receiving pleasure that had taken them from three women embarking on an unconventional relationship to a lascivious orgy only interested in lust. Or maybe it was the long repression of their attraction for one another that now became an overpowering need after they learned it was all reciprocated. In any case, they licked at each other’s sopping pussies like it was an addiction, their sole joy in life, completely absorbed in satisfying the tasty sexes between their lips and feeling the animalistic pleasure they themselves got from being eaten in turn.

Small, passionate moans rose from all three cunt-eaters, growing louder as they tasted each other more and more, becoming slurps and sucks, as the taste delighted them more and their hunger demanded to be fed.

Dinah drew her tongue, dripping with Helena’s copious juices, out of the Italian’s slot and brought it between her cheeks, swirling it around her tight asshole. Helena groaned her delight into Barbara’s pussy, and licked her so excitedly that Barbara tried to replicate the rhythm with her tongue flicking in and out of Dinah’s cunt. They were like an electric circuit, power running out of one only to arrive back at her. As much satisfaction as one gave, it went around the circle and came back to her. 

Dinah could’ve laughed—she’d just jacked off, but this, this was the perfect combination of fucking yourself and getting fucked. She didn’t care if she was a slut for two separate women, she never wanted to get off again unless it was in a threesome.

Hours later, the ménage a trois was no closer to ending. No matter how many orgasms they had, there was too much lust dancing around in the air for any of them to have had enough. And with all three of them having toned, fit bodies, the stamina to keep the pleasure going was never an issue. 

Dinah’s swollen breasts were now flattened against the mattress, her head pillowed on Helena’s thigh. She’d had nowhere near enough of Huntress’s cunt, no matter how many times Helena ejaculated in thanks for her efforts. Barbara and Helena lay on their sides, Barbara with her tongue deep between Dinah’s thighs, Helena with her lips pressed to Barbara’s sex in a fervent kiss. Their tongues moved in and out of each other, or swirled over the sweet-tasting lips, devouring the juices that ran freely from all three of their cunts. As her ecstasy mounted, Dinah had developed a tendency to tease her tongue across Helena’s anus, then ream it for a few blissful moments before returning to her sex. All three of them had come to share Dinah’s urge, and their asses were now almost as keenly pleasured as their cunts.

Helena finally broke the sweet spell. She’d simply become too adept at pleasing Barbara for the redhead to be able to withstand it any longer. When Helena wrapped her lips around Barbara’s clit and sucked in hard, cheeks drawing inward, tongue flashing across the captured button, Barbara screamed into Dinah’s sex with pleasure she finally couldn’t stand. Her tongue went crazy, licking Dinah’s pussy with the frantic intensity of a whip giving lashes. Even with that to occupy her, the orgasm she felt crashing into her brain from her cunt like a runaway train very nearly knocked her out.

Barbara’s tongue had Dinah’s cunt alive with delectable sensation, the pleasure excruciating—Dinah told herself she wouldn’t have to endure it for long, that it couldn’t last, but that thought was just as unbearable. Barbara shook her face in Dinah’s buttocks, her tongue running almost savagely to Dinah’s clit, and the blonde came so hard it almost hurt.

Dinah sucked on Helena’s succulent pussy, trying to stand the ecstasy she felt, her tongue seeking out Helena’s clit and hammering it down. Helena cried out as she came, the scream setting off Barbara’s oversensitive pussy like the aftershock of an earthquake. A fresh explosion of satisfaction wracked Barbara and ran into Dinah, then into Helena, so that all of the comely female flesh in the room had felt it.

Like some Biblical parable, they shared their climax again and again without it ever diminishing. One of them would feel her pussy relax with the last angry spasms of orgasm, and maybe be about to rest her questing mouth, only for a renewed frenzy from the woman pleasuring her to set her off again. They licked and felt one another until all three of them had melted together into a warm glow of fulfillment, still tasting one another even as they slept—the wild delirium finally have proven too much even for their newly uninhibited needs.