Don't Look Away update

Steph was breathless as she played with Cass, but she still had enough breath to give as good as she got, to the delight of the naked Kory, who watched intently. She knew what a thrill it would be for the third part of their triangle to see them romping together, but that would mean depriving Tim of all Dick’s advice, and she didn’t think that would be right. She decided that for now, it would be best if Steph and Cass only focused on each other.

The girls played with each other’s tits, each other’s asses, each other’s cunts, showing a great deal of familiarity with one another, but also the excitement of discovering female flesh all over again—both their own and their lover’s. It was obvious they were both enjoying each other as much as being enjoyed. When Kory suggested it, both of them were very ready to sixty-nine.

Delighted with the progress that they’d made, Kory helped guide them into position. Cass fitted her mouth to Steph’s pussy and Steph fitted her mouth to Cass’s, and they started pleasuring each other, each in their own way. Cass sucked, longingly and lovingly, while Steph licked fervently, compelling even more of Cass’s juices from her sex for Steph to lap up.

While she watched the little darlings eat up one another’s cunts, Kory thought to warm her fingers between her legs. It felt so good that she decided to make it feel even nicer, with one finger not outside her groin but inside. She started stroking herself, her full breasts swaying more and more as she added extra fingers.

A few minutes later, Kory orgasmed, panting and gasping, her breasts heaving wildly while her plump ass jerked in her seat. As she was coming out of her satisfaction, she smiled at the sight and sound of both girls experiencing equally strong climaxes, their naked flesh writhing as one on the bed.

There was a knock at the door. Dick’s voice. “Kory, are you done talking to the girls? I think they and Tim have a lot to discuss.”

Steph looked up from Cass to give Kory a panicked look, but Kory gestured for calm. “Yes. I think they do indeed.”

Not bothering to dress, she went to answer the door. When she did, Tim’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Standing beside him, Dick took in both Kory and the naked girls on the bed before covering his eyes.

“Ah, geez, Kory—“

Kory put her hand on Tim’s shoulder and ushered him into the room. “Go,” she said gently. “They’re waiting for you.”

Then she stepped outside, closing the door behind her. Dick put his hands on his hips.

“Honestly, I don’t know what I expected,” he said.

Kory only smiled. “They remind me of how we were at the beginning. It makes me feel… nostalgic.”

Through the door, they could hear the bedsprings beginning to squeak, Cass and Steph’s happy sighs, soon to be joined by Tim’s as soon as his stamina was taxed enough for him to gasp and moan as they did.

Dick backed away from the door. “I think I should be somewhere else. Tim’s like my little brother. I’m drawing the line at listening to his sex noise.”

“Yes!” Kory agreed, taking his arm. “Let’s go somewhere private.”

Dick knew what she meant by that, but as weirded out as he was by his little bro having a threesome, he wasn’t that weirded out. In fact, with Kory, he didn’t think it was possible for anyone to be that weirded out. 

“That reminds me, though, where’s Donna?” Dick asked. “I thought she’d have something to say.”

“I believe Dinah and Helena wanted a word with her.”

“Hunh. Weird she didn’t say anything to the kids. She’s the most well-adjusted person we’ve got.”

“Yes,” Kory agreed readily. “But perhaps ‘the kids’ are not the only ones in need of adjustment. Besides, I mentioned to Jason how Tim had become relationshipped twice over. Perhaps he covered whatever Donna meant to say.”

“Jason gave Tim advice?” Dick half-turned, as if fighting the urge to run back to the room. “Man, I really hope Tim’s as smart as he looks.”

“He is. After all, he had the intellect to wear pants as part of his costume.”

“Hey!” Dick protested, going along with Kory’s pull on his arm. “If it weren’t for my bare gams, I never would’ve landed you.”

“Oh, I believe you would have,” Kory retorted. “When your new costume showed off so much of your chest hair…”

***

From the moment he thrust himself into Steph’s juicy cunt, Tim was desperate to unleash his load deep inside her. But as tempting as the prospect of releasing his control was, he deliberately held back. As Jason had told him, hot women didn’t go for cute looks or well-sized dicks alone. They could get that anywhere. What made them stay was coming in mad gushes of ecstasy, fucked until they were begging for mercy, fainting dead away with excitement, or matched their lover in savage spasms of pleasure, making the man lose control the same way they did.

That, Jason suggested, was the best kind of woman of all. And that was what was happening to Steph as her juices streamed over the length of her manhood, her body meeting his at a furious tempo. Tim wasn’t yet able to get all of his member into her tightly cringing sex, but both of them battered their bodies violently as they tried.

Tim focused all his energy on keeping to a steady, powerful rhythm, ignoring how Steph cried and sobbed for him to come. Anybody could come in two or three minutes. What really mattered, according to Jason, was how long he could stay hard and working like a piledriver, getting Steph off again and again and again, until she was hysterical with love for him.

And that was why Jason was dating Artemis, who everyone thought Wonder Woman had on a leash. Stamina was the secret. Sheer staying power. Because it took time for most women to work themselves up to a fever pitch, and being left high and dry when their partners rabbited was not good for the relationship. So Tim plowed Steph with savage regularity, keeping her happy while keeping him from coming.

Abruptly, Cass pulled Steph away, having decided she’d had enough. Steph looked inclined to disagree with that assessment, but she also looked like she couldn’t move. And Cass was quick to replace Steph underneath Tim, her own tightness taking him to the edge of shooting his load. He had to pause and make out with her while he regained control. Then he started the beat going again. 

That was another thing Jason had taught him. Using some of Bruce’s meditation techniques right before getting his rocks off. Most guys thought of baseball or ugly chicks or something like that, but as long as Tim had the Zen stuff down, why not use it with a madly tight pussy like Cass’s? As he Zen’d out, he fucked Cass as mechanically as an assembly belt.

Later, he’d have to talk to Steph about the second option. If she or Cass saw that he was about to come ahead of time, they could seize him at the base of his cock with their thumb and forefinger, squeezing him hard enough to cut off the circulation and desensitize his hard-on. That would keep him in the game for a while.

Jason had also told Tim that if he did come ahead of schedule, he could always finish a girl off with his fingers. Most girls got hot enough that, if the guy didn’t finish what they started, they would do it themselves with a vibrator, a cucumber, whatever. The guy using his fingers was just being polite enough to do it himself. Tim wasn’t sure if this applied here, but he grabbed Steph and rammed two fingers inside her, curling them as Jason had shown him, and getting her off at the same time as Cass.

As Jason had said, it didn’t really matter what you did to a girl as long as you got her off, whether you used your prick, your fingers, a feather, a banana. But if you gave her what she really wanted, then she’d want it again and again. And as Tim joined both Cass and Steph in orgasm, he was pretty sure they’d want to do it again.

***

Donna looked from Helena to Dinah. Both of them were scantily-clad, their costumes showing off their long legs as well as Dinah’s low-cut cleavage and Helena’s glass-cutting abs. But for all their obvious sexual magnetism, they looked so down in the dumps that they might as well have been wearing sackcloth. Even Donna felt a bit like she was wearing a smock, just looking at them.

“Guys, c’mon,” she said. “You wanted to talk. So… talk?”

“It’s about Dick,” Dinah said.

“Kory,” Helena amended.

“Both of them—“

“Wait,” Donna interrupted. “You two haven’t… with Dick?”

Dinah made a face—obviously considering the man out-of-bounds considering his relationship with Barbara as well as her own. “No, no, God…”

Helena shrugged. “Well, I did once.”

Donna gave her a look. “You did?”

Helena shrugged harder. “How could I not?”

Donna had to concede that was a good argument.

“You’re with both of them, right?” Dinah asked. “Dick and Kory?”

“Yeah,” Donna said, and even though she’d had years to get used to the idea, her cheeks still flushed some. “It’s not a big deal…”

“We were just wondering—“ Dinah started, before trailing off.

“How?” Helena asked.

“How?” Donna echoed.

“How?” Dinah confirmed. 

“It’s Barbara,” Helena said. “She…”

“She…” Dinah added.

Helena grunted. “She fucks both of us.”

“Helena!”

“It’s like this casual, no-strings-attached, oh we’re friends but suddenly things are happening…” Helena waved her hands around to demonstrate. “…thing.”

“And it’s good,” Dinah said. “It’s really… really good.”

“Yeah,” Helena agreed. “But not serious.”

“She always wants to keep things casual.”

“And not bring it up again.”

“But every time we drop it, a few weeks later…”

“Boom.”

“She’s all over me.”

“Or me.”

“And it’s really good.”

“So good.”

“And we’re friends with each other.”

Helena glanced at Dinah. “Good friends.”

“We have done it once or twice,” Dinah clarified, “and it was good.”

“Not as good as with Barbara.”

“But fine. So we want to…”

“Both of us.”

“And with Barbara.”

“Maybe at the same time?” Helena added hopefully.

“But a real relationship,” Dinah insisted. “With flowers and dates and chocolates.”

“You get chocolates, right?”

“She must get chocolates.”

“I bet she gets chocolates from both of them.”

“I used to,” Donna said. “But in these kinds of costumes, we have to watch our weight, so usually we’ll all get one box of chocolate and share.”

Dinah’s face fell. “Not as good as double chocolate.”

“Depends on how you share them,” Donna retorted.

“So how did the three of you first…” Helena asked leadingly. 

“Guys, it just kind of happened…” Donna said. That didn’t satisfy them. “Well… Kory sort of made it happen.”

***

Several years ago…

All the Titans agreed that Donna was beautiful. Not outrageously sexy like Kory—even Donna wouldn’t claim that—but with a classical beauty that was more subtle, more haunting in a way. She was slender and lightly built where Kory was voluptuous, but Donna still had proud, lush breasts, coupled with a narrow waist, a supplely curved ass, long legs, and a face with features so wholesome and pure that they could’ve belonged to a painting of a saint.

But as much as her body might have been suitable for a statue in some old, magnificent church, her thoughts weren’t so holy. It was becoming very easy for her to see that she wasn’t a child, or even a teenager, anymore. Her friends—Dick, Kory, Roy, Wally—were all in relationships. The younger Titans like Gar and Vic were obviously less developed than her. Their innocence was excusable. Her own was beginning to feel… strained.

She’d become sharply aware of how Kory eyed her the past few months, very openly, in the loving way that she’d seen the Amazons on Paradise Island look at each other. Only none of the Themyscirans would dare to look at Wonder Woman’s sister in such a way. And the bulge in Dick’s tight pants and skintight costume was becoming blatantly obvious—at least to her. Donna knew for a certainty that he and Kory were having sex regularly, and she both felt ‘precious’ for finding it a big deal and a little excited by the prospect that her best friend and the man who was like a brother to her were sharing something so intimate without her. It even made her somewhat jealous, though of whom, she wasn’t sure.

She’d underestimated Kory’s astuteness. Despite the alien’s obvious unfamiliarity with Earth culture, she easily picked up on the emotional undercurrents that many would dismiss. It was on one evening that she and Donna were sitting in the Titan Tower rec room, reading magazines—a communal activity when Kory had questions about Western society. Dick came in, beaming a smile at the two women, exchanging greetings with them. As he passed by Kory, he ran a hand over her face, Kory almost cooing like a kitten being petted. He left the room and Kory faced Donna.

“We’re going to make love,” Kory said.

“Kory,” Donna replied, feeling a flush come to her cheeks. As mature as she considered herself in such matters, her lack of hands-on experience inevitably came to the fore, especially with Kory, who had all her openness and the know-how to go with it.

“Is putting it that way ‘too grody’?” Kory asked. “If you’d rather, we could have sex. Or fuck.”

“You just don’t have to keep me informed of this stuff,” Donna said. “Most people consider it private.”

“I don’t,” Kory said. “And I thought you might like to watch.”

“Kory!”

“You are curious about Dick as a sex partner, aren’t you? Do you not believe he’s as satisfying a cocksman as I’ve said?” 

“Oh Rhea, who teaches you these words?” Donna asked, dragging her hand over her face. “Kory, you can’t just ask someone to watch you have sex!”

“So you do prefer that expression,” Kory said, half to herself, as if making a note for later. She stood, taking off her jacket. “I don’t understand Earth culture. Before finding out if you are sexually compatible, you must share meals together, and view entertainment together, and do everything but be sexual! And if you have a friend who is sexually compatible with another friend, you can’t suggest they would enjoy sex together, you have to zealously forbid your platonic friend from enjoying sex with your sex friend. Donna, you want to have sex, it’s obvious. I’m sure Dick would make a splendid lover for you, or just about anyone for that matter. Please, just watch how he has sex with me, I know you’ll agree.”

“Wow, wait—“ Donna’s head was spinning. “You want me to have sex with Dick?”

“No! Don’t be ridiculous!” Kory took off her top. “We’ll have sex with Dick together. Once you see how sexually compatible the two of us are. And, of course, we already know how compatible we two are…”

“Kory—” Donna keened, her cheeks heating. “That was… fooling around!”

Kory lowered her pants and Donna found her breath taken away. Everything about Kory was excessive, from her bushy red hair to her wide green eyes to the pendulous breasts and exceedingly curved ass that grew so much attention, especially when the one thing that wasn’t excessive was the fabric in her costume… but her pubic hair, that was somehow perfectly sparse, a thatch of reddened fur like the low flame of a candle about to go out, and that naturalistic touch in all of Kory’s heightened wonder was too down-to-earth for Donna to resist. It was just so real…

“Donna,” Kory said gently, fondly, “you don’t fool me for an instant.”

***

Kory walked into her bedroom to find Dick on the bed, not undressed except for having taken his shoes off, but knowing the effect he had on women. His arms were behind his head, short sleeves showing off how the biceps bunched powerfully, and his shirt rode high on his belly, displaying a little of his coarse body hair and the sculpted muscles that continued all the way up his chest, where the wrinkles in his shirt disappeared and left only taut fabric stretched over broad pectorals.

Dick was taken aback to see her naked, but used to such antics from her. What he wasn’t expecting was Donna trailing after her, and he sat up, throwing his hands down between his legs to hide the bulge quickly starting to grow there. Even if he wasn’t naked, he certainly felt that way with his friend walking in on him like this.

“Donna, geez, what are you—Kory, why are you—can’t you see—what’s she…”

“Shhhh,” Kory cooed, creeping onto the bed with him. Putting herself on all fours made her curves especially ripe, with an air of subservience that made Dick’s hardness almost painful. He was torn between the urge to unleash his erection and wanting to hide even more from Donna—he ended up turning on his side, hiding his engorged manhood behind his body.

Kory laughed and rolled him onto his back once more. “Don’t be such a little boy,” she told him, reaching down to play dainty fingers over his chest, his abs, the buckle of his belt. “Donna is going to watch us. She’s going to see what a wonderful lover you are, and what a lucky girl I am to have you. She’ll enjoy watching us and we’ll enjoy being seen. Nothing shameful. Nothing that need be hidden. Just something beautiful that three people who are very special to each other can enjoy.”

Dick looked at Donna, asking permission from her, questioning if this was what she really wanted, hoping that she would back down and spare him the potential humiliation and also that she would be brave and give him the pleasure Kory was promising. All he could see on her face was lust. Kory undid his belt and pulled down his fly.

“She’s so beautiful, Dick,” Kory breathed in his ear. “And we’re going to show her something beautiful.”

Then Dick just gave in, kissing Kory back and ripping his own clothes out of the way, wanting as much of Kory against his body as he could get, and it was like Donna wasn’t even there, but he could feel her there in the back of his mind, a spur prodding him on, driving him to give Kory everything she wanted.

It didn’t take long for Donna’s own doubts to fall away. She took a halting step toward the couple, lost in each other on the bed. Then another. And another. As Dick suckled at her throat, Kory looked over his shoulder. She saw the same lust on Donna’s face as Dick had seen, but something more. Love. Affection. Pleasure. And a desire to return that pleasure, to share as much as she partook. Kory smiled welcomingly to her.

“I want Donna to join in,” she whispered to Dick.

“What?” Dick asked, freezing, only his iron-hard will able to hold his body still when he had Kory’s tightness rippling around his manhood.

Kory danced her hips up to his, face flickering as she impaled herself and felt how quaveringly rigid Dick had become with her suggestion, the thought tantalizingly forbidden. “I feel so selfish… keeping you all to myself… when you can handle us both. Let her fuck you too, Dick. Don’t make me do it alone. And we can fuck her together… and both of us can fuck you… we’ll share everything… we’ll be closer than ever, closer than sisters, closer than brothers… we’ll come… we’ll all come together!”

Dick’s body rebelled against him, fighting off any thought of talking this over, thinking it through, taking it slow. It felt too good and too right and too much like he was about to come for him to stop. His hips dove down to Kory, driving his cock into her again and again, and Kory cooed, more aroused than ever. Her kisses felt hotter, her lips softer, and when her hands stopped caressing his back, he knew she was reaching out for Donna.

Donna moved behind Dick, watching as his ass clenched and flexed inward as he thrust himself inside of Kory. She leaned over him, kissing one broad shoulder. Goosepimples washed over his flesh and she was sure he’d noticed, even through the sweetly pressured tightness of fucking Kory, but he made no move to dissuade her. She went lower, kissing his shoulder blades, then the small of his back. Soon she was at his hips as they humped against Kory’s receptive body. She kissed his ass, smiling to herself to be so close to such an object of desire, and went even lower, down with his cock fucking into Kory’s pink sex. 

Donna nuzzled her face against Dick’s muscular ass before fixing her eyes on his balls, swinging wildly with his pistoning hips as he drove himself into Kory. Donna took hold of him, smiling as she bounced his scrotum in her hand. She lifted them to her mouth, kissing each teste, then sucking them between her lips.

Dick groaned, his climax getting closer and closer. Donna squeezed his bloated balls as he shot into Kory, feeling them jumping in her hand with the cum that was ending up inside her friend. When they stopped heaving, Dick pulled himself out of Kory and fell beside her with a panting lack of air. 

“You were right, Kory,” was all he could say. “You were so right…”

Kory laughed and kissed him on the nose before leaving his flushed face to crawl down his body. She came to his limp manhood, right in front of Donna, and she closed her lips around the knob, happily sucking on it as Dick groaned.

He looked at Donna. “You see what I have to put up with?”

Donna smiled back at him. He may not have been quite as open as Kory, but he was more in touch with his emotions then most gave him credit for, and he knew just how to break the ice.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” she said. “I don’t think I knew how much until now… but Kory knew.”

Dick grunted, the exclamation striking Donna as odd until she saw that Kory had reached under his balls to grope his ass. He pulled his knees back to let her, and Donna switched places with Kory, lying beside Dick to see Kory’s freshly fucked pussy. Dick’s cum was streaming endlessly out of it, arousing Donna fiercely. When Dick’s hand delved between her legs, she cooed happily, writhing against his touch as she feasted her eyes on what Dick had done to Kory’s womanhood. She knew her own was next.

Kory kept sucking at him, determined to get him hard again, adamant that he and Donna would feel each other’s pleasures… and she would have the pleasure of watching. She labored over his burgeoning erection, pulling on it with her lips and grinding into it with her teeth as Dick groaned with the pained pleasure of his satiation giving way to fresh lust. 

He was not the only one. Donna couldn’t resist the sight of Kory’s sex any longer. She went down on her friend, for the first time with the knowledge that she was in Kory’s heart as much as Dick, and perhaps that was why the jism she licked away with her flashing tongue tasted so wonderful.

Donna twisted herself underneath Kory, laying her head down on Dick’s chest as she sucked his girlfriend’s swollen clitoris. Then she felt Dick’s hand between her thighs, touching her as her tongue was touching Kory. Then Kory wasn’t sucking Dick anymore. He was hard again and Kory was smiling as she pulled Donna towards it. 

“My turn to watch,” Kory said lovingly.