Don't Look Away update

“So, foster kid, I hear you managed to lose your girlfriend to someone who couldn’t even talk!”

Tim gritted his teeth and counted to ten. The urge to batter Damian into the ground would pass. Doing so would be unproductive, and a closer fight than he’d like to admit, considering that Damian was like half his age and short enough to play Arnold Schwarzenegger’s twin.

“What’s life like in that fantasy world of yours?” Tim asked. “I never can tell.”

“Let me show you something,” Damian said, taking out his cell phone. 

When he pressed play, the video was from the feed off the Batcave’s security camera, which was supposed to go straight to Cousin Eye in near-earth orbit as a security measure. Bruce wouldn’t want anyone to see the family without their masks on. The fact that Damian had footage from that private server, which was supposed to be only accessible from Wayne Manor and the Watchtower, was almost as worrying as the contents.

Tim nearly gasped as he saw Steph and Cass by the trophy case of one of the Ventriloquist’s dummies. Cass’s mask was rolled up and she had her lips buried in Steph’s neck. He couldn’t believe it, especially how they were feeling each other up with wild abandon. 

“They’re just being friendly,” he exclaimed, though his gaze was fixed on the screen of Damian’s cell phone.

“Friendly? If Stephanie had tits, Cass would be sucking on them!”

“Hey, watch your mouth,” Tim said. “And stop going through Batcave footage trying to embarrass people.”

“Or what, you’ll tell my biological father?”

“No, I’ll tell Alfred.”

Damian put the cell phone away, slightly chastened. That solved one problem for Tim—as much as Damian ever got solved. Now he had to figure out why his estranged girlfriend was estranging herself in Cass’s lap.

***

“Wondah Woo-man!” Steph sang, giving her body a twirl to show off her new costume from all angles. “Fightin’ for our rights… in my satin tights…”

“You’re… changing costumes?” Cass asked confusedly. She was wearing her full leather costume, as she always did when sparring with Steph, figuring it did no good to practice in anything less than what she would wear on the street.

Steph didn’t share her philosophy. “No, dummy. It’s just for us. Showing off my gams and whatnot.” Steph posed. “What do you think?”

“Wonder Woman… has more cleavage…”

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Maybe… Wonder Girl…”

“No,” Steph sniffed. She still hadn’t forgiven Cassie for making a pass at Tim, or having a pass made at her, or whatever. “She has C-cups.”

“Oh… she seems nice.”

“Anyhoo!” Steph clapped her hands and began hopping up and down in readiness. “Let’s get it on! I am all about girl power! I have all sorts of Amazon empowerment running through my veins! I am a feminism machine!”

Cass pinned her in one move. “Is Wonder Woman ticklish?” she asked, holding down Steph with a hand on the small of her back. She began to tickle Steph’s ribs. Steph cried out “no, no, no!” until Cass flipped her over and pinned her down to the floor. Steph could hear Cass’s hot breath rasping through the filter in her mask.

“I like the costume,” Cass said. She sunk her fingers into the cleavage that it showed off, groping Steph through the fabric, detecting no sign of a bra. “We should… leave it on.”

“And I like your own leather gimp thing,” Steph said. “Have you ever wanted to spank me?”

“Your ass is… kinda big… in a nice way…” Cass reached down, her hand going under the skirt of Steph’s costume. She could feel that Steph wasn’t wearing any underwear, and Steph could see Cass’s bright smile even through her mask, as Cass realized (and bragged a little facially) that Steph had wanted to get fucked more than trained. “I like the other end… much more.”

Cass’s middle finger caressed Steph’s tingling cunt. The lips of her labia swelled, then parted, allowing Cass’s finger inside Steph’s smooth, slick pussy. Cass gave the mouth of her sex an experimental poke. She felt the lips quivering, drawing her finger deeper into the tightness, moisture running out of Steph’s womanhood. The leather clad finger squelched as it went in, telling Cass how wet it was. She’d fingered Steph before, but it was an entirely new experience with her glove on. The flesh was still warm, but in a very different way…

“I’m tickling… Wonder Woman’s… pussy,” Cass said triumphantly.

“Don’t use that kind of language,” Steph groaned as Cass’s finger went deeper into her hot depths. As Cass worked her finger back and forth, Steph’s cunt shivered, shook, its inner folds milking the leather-bound penetration. She arched her back, thrusting her pussy up to the exploring finger, and moaned softly as her juices ran out of the lips that Cass had spread.

Steph couldn’t think at all when she was being invaded like this. The finger was in her to the second knuckle now, moving gingerly from side to side. Steph spread her legs wider, asking for more, and she pumped her hips up as Cass added a second finger to aggressively thrust inside. As Cass penetrated her, Steph reached up to the golden bat that outlined Cass’s breasts, pawing at them through her costume. Beneath the leathery firmness of the costume, Cass’s nipples were so hard that Steph could feel them.

Not bothering in the slightest to try to get through Cass’s body armor, Steph reared up to kiss and bite at Cass’s covered breasts, sucking on one nipple after the other through the thick material of her costume. Still, the skintight material dimpled outward as Cass’s nipples stiffened against her tongue, and Steph could feel Cass’s breasts heaving as her teeth dug in, worrying at them right through Cass’s all-concealing costume.

The two fingers pushed hard and deep into Steph, the blonde moaning excitedly as she smeared her cheek against the damp saliva she had covered Cass’s costumed breasts in. She writhed, fucking Cass’s finger into her hot, wet pussy. Cass thumbed Steph’s clit, stroking it rapidly to and fro while her fingers snaked inside of the girl.

Cass took her fingers away suddenly. “Want… more…”

Steph was gasping: “No, don’t stop now—“

But for all her silence, Cass was in control. She straddled Steph, grinding her leather-covered sex down on Steph’s belly, the inviting warmth of her flesh evident through the thin Amazon costume. She worked her hips upward, squeezing Steph’s breasts together and rutting her pussy against them, Steph in awe as she stared up at Cass working her pussy on her tits.

Cass came further up, straddling Steph’s face, smugly holding Steph’s unbound hair as she smiled down at her, knowing that Steph could not and would not resist. “Want… Wonder Woman’s… tongue!” she said, inching just a little closer to Steph.

“It’s hard to be a sex symbol,” Steph sighed, her eyes rolling as she pressed her mouth against the crotch of Cass’s costume, fitting her lips to the cameltoe probably only she had ever gotten close enough to witness. She could almost taste the cream she knew was flowing from Cass’s sex, its smell permeating the skintight vinyl or whatever it was, and her tongue worked up and down strongly, pushing through the costume to let Cass feel the heat and pressure of the touch. Cass moaned and rolled her hips with Steph’s lashing tongue. 

Steph grabbed Cass’s ass and pulled her in further, her tongue extended to kiss Cass’s clit right through her suit. Cass purred contentedly as she rode Steph’s face. “Like… being… your girlfriend… never have to be… empty… again… that cute face… is so much better… than my hand!”

“Thanks, babe,” Steph replied, trying not to think too hard about how she was french-kissing an expanse of dead cow. The things she did for love.

***

They quivered and panted together like the exercise mat used to blood and bruises, their bodies a tangle of arms, legs, and leather, their moans and hands lost in the depths of one another’s costumes, oblivious to everything but the wild delights they found through and inside what they wore. But they were perhaps most oblivious to the surprised eyes observing them through the partially open door.

Tim had nothing against lesbians. He knew that Steph might move on from him and his metric boatload of issues that half-convinced him to push away anyone who showed a romantic interest in him. And his principal objection to Cass being in a relationship would be that someone might try to take advantage of her emotionally, something that Steph at least was genetically incapable of doing.

So in a sense—a certain logical sense—Cass and Steph made a perfect couple.

In another sense, he worried that Clayface was up to something, that Deathstroke was drugging Cass again, that a million things might’ve happened besides two women who had always struck him as straight or at the very least asexual suddenly deciding they’d make a good couple.

Naturally, he’d gone to investigate.

He’d entered Cass’s satellite Batcave—one of many safehouses Bruce had throughout Gotham City—and been about to announce himself when he’d heard strange noises coming from within: moans and choked sobs. In his suspicious state, he’d thought of them as the sounds of combat that they’ve once been and not the sexual reaction they’d become. 

Rushing in as stealthily as possible, he’d peered cautiously into the training area with a Batarang in hand, only to see Cass and Steph undeniably in the middle of their coupling. And Steph was dressed as Wonder Woman, which she’d never done for him.

He couldn’t even think, seeing them twisting together in passion. They just wouldn’t stop. Feeling his cock growing in his trousers as he excitedly watched the lewd scene before him, Tim couldn’t help but picture going up to the two women and fucking them both.

Abruptly, they paused. Cass had stiffened, the subtle effect still making her look notably implacable in her all-consuming costume. Steph looked up at her, seemingly a bit put out by how Cass was hesitating.

“What is it?” she asked. “What’s wrong?

“I just… thought of something.”

Steph reached up to stroke Cass’s cheek through her mask. “Tell me, baby. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I was wondering… if you weren’t okay with Tim watching us.”

“What? Tim? What do you mean?” Steph asked, looking around and finally spotting Tim as he lurked, frozen, in the doorway. Sheer surprise had stunned him far more than an attack ever could.

“I know you like… being watched… but if you didn’t notice… Tim there… I thought you might… not like it.”

“I was just leaving,” Tim said, moving to shut the door.

“Hold it right there, buster!” Steph cried, before looking back at Cass. “What do you mean, I like being watched?”

 

“You wear… Wonder Woman outfit… you like… being seen… people noticing you… odd choice… for a vigilante.”

“Oh, like Bruce isn’t king of the drama queens—“ 

Steph sat up, Cass getting out of her way as she got to her feet. She belatedly noticed how her skirt had ridden up her thighs, nearly to her crotch, and pulled it back down, though she was sure Tim had already seen. And there was no hiding how wet Cass’s gloves were. 

She looked at Tim, not knowing what to do with him or what to make of this. “He followed me home, mom, can I keep him?” she said to herself.

“Huh?” Cass asked.

“I should go,” Tim said again.

“No, no,” Steph said, “we were just… sparring. See, we’re in our costumes. Would you like to spar… with us? Cass?”

Cass noticed Steph had turned to look at her. “I would… like that. It’d be different… sparring with you. You have… a penis.”

“Oh, put a fine point on it, Cass.”

“I suppose…” Tim said hesitantly, stepping forward, the door letting out an animated creak as it opened wider. “If you’re done sparring with each other, I mean.”

“Never,” Steph said, winking at Cass. Then she charged headlong at Tim, meaning to wrestle him to the ground with the element of surprise.

Tim, on the other hand, had the element of skill, and ducked Steph like a matador evading a bull. In a flash, he’d spun her around and flipped her onto her back. Then he knelt astride her, knees on each side, hands pinning her arms above her head. Steph’s feet had landed pointed at Cass, and as she lifted her knees, Cass could see between her slender thighs. Cass remembered the sweetness of Steph’s pussy, and the feel of the small, lovely curves that she’d felt holding Steph’s ass in her hands. Cass’s breath caught in her throat as a new and violent kind of excitement rolled through her, twitching in her womanhood as she watched the two of them together.

“I’m not sure what we’re doing,” Tim whispered, too low for Cass to hear, as he struggled to hold down a straining Steph. “Do you want to be boyfriend-girlfriend again? Or are you dating Cass? And are we even doing something here, or are you just trying to get rid of all the tension?”

“I’m wrestling you,” Steph answered. “And if I get you pinned down, I’m going to do all kinds of things to that nubile body, so you might as well do the same to me first or we’ll be here all day.”

“I’m not… nubile…” Tim muttered, half to himself.

Steph arched her hips up, trying to throw Tim off, but all she succeeded in doing was shaking her ass around for Cass’s enjoyment. She looks like she’s fucking, Cass thought to herself as she watched. Like she’s got Tim’s penis inside her…

“C’mon, Tim,” Steph taunted up to him, still haplessly trying to get free, but more out of pride than anything else, as her energetic smile showed. “Do something. Don’t just hold me down. You can do whatever you want to me. Don’t think about it. Just do it.” She grinned fiercely. “Cass did.”

Not sure what he was thinking or what he was doing, Tim gripped both of Steph’s slender wrists in one hand, keeping them pinned. With his newly freed hand, he reached behind him, down between Steph’s thighs. 

Steph giggled and twisted her hips around. “Guess you’re not a boobman. One hand and you go straight for the gams.”

“It’s what I want, isn’t it? What you want.” Tim watched as Steph’s hips became still, barely moving as Tim’s palm laid against her inner thigh. “I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

“It wouldn’t be the same without Cass,” Steph said, loud enough for the other woman to hear. “I think she has a crush on you.”

Cass blushed fiercely, even as a ripple of delight ran down her spine to trill in her cunt. 

“She’ll have to wait her turn,” Tim said boldly, with a confidence he didn’t feel, but which was gathering by the moment.

“Not me,” Steph said. “I’m done waiting.”

She lifted her hips, grinding her pussy into Tim’s hand. Cass’s response was smoldering, her head canting towards Steph’s succulent thighs for a closer look as Steph spread her knees. 

“Now put your hand between my legs,” Steph said, her voice thick and her eyes watching Cass to catch her reaction. “I want to feel it on my pussy, Tim.”

Cass saw Tim’s hand move beneath Steph’s skirt. Steph squealed and whipped her hips upward, making it obvious that at least one of Tim’s fingers was inside her now. Her ass gyrated while she kept her eyes on Cass, making sure she was comfortable with this new sharing, hoping to see Cass as enthused as she was by this new addition to their love life. 

Then, with a sudden jolt of motion, Steph tossed Tim clear of her. Tim landed on his back and Steph swiftly jumped on top of him, straddling him reverse cowgirl. “Now I want to feel your cock,” she said, running her hands down Tim’s body. Cass saw his erection bulging against his pants, Steph’s hands inexorably leading to it before they grabbed hold.

“Hey!” Tim yelped delightedly.

“That bulge always looks so big in your costume,” Steph said, running her fingers up and down the engorged phallus outlined down the leg of his pants. “I wonder if it’s just the outfit or if…”

Reaching through the costume but not trying to find the nearly invisible seam that held the zipper of Tim’s fly, she rubbed her hand slowly over Tim’s cock. Cass’s eyes felt hot as she watched Steph’s hand travel over his manhood. She reached down herself, pressing her own costume tightly into her groin. The saliva Steph had left there had grown cold, but it lubricated her glove as she rubbed against her leather-clad pussy.

There was a sudden blur of motion. When it settled, Tim was behind Steph, forcing her down onto her hands and knees. Cass bit her lip. She wanted to do that, to have that done to her.

“Oh!” Steph cried. “Keep your cape on, Timbo. We’re sparring, remember?”

“Yeah,” Tim said. He lifted her skirt up, over her divine ass, which he stared at with burning eyes. He laid her rolled up skirt down on the small of her back. “I remember.”

His cock throbbed. Steph looked back over her shoulder and saw it tenting out his costume, her pretty face showing disbelief as she registered the size and length of Tim’s erection. “God,” she moaned gently.

Tim moved behind Steph, guiding his bulge between her legs, pushing himself against her so she felt his erection against her crotch, throbbing and rubbing there. Steph dipped her chin down until she was looking under her belly, watching his erection pumping against her groin. She could see it through the almost translucent thinness of her skirt, see how his cock was visibly throbbing inside his pants.

“Geeeeez,” she whispered. “It’s so hard…”

Tim began to rock his hips against her, humping his erection between her legs, up against her groin. 

“Don’t put it in me!” Steph gasped. 

“No?” Tim asked, as if surprised at Steph’s vehemence. 

Steph rolled her eyes. What, just because she’d gotten pregnant one time, she was the school slut? “Yes, no! I’m not on birth control.”

“You’re not?”

“I’m dating a woman!”

Cass waved. “Hi.”

“Alright,” Tim said. “Then I’ll fuck you through the costume.”

“Fuck yes,” Steph moaned. “It’s always better in the costumes…”

Cass moved to lick her lips, ended up licking the inside of her mask. She needed a costume that left her mouth free. And had a skirt.

Tim’s big cock slid between Steph’s legs, the top of the bulge rubbing against her, sawing back and forth on her groin.

“Gawwwwd,” Steph whimpered, still watching in disbelief as his prick punched up between her legs. It seemed unbelievable that she was finally getting his cock and his costumed life was still coming between them, literally—but it felt so good.

Steph reached down, getting her fingers on Tim’s delicious-looking bulge, squeezing its thick contours, cupping it in her hand to push the tip up against her belly. She felt the leaden warmth of his precum seeping through the crotch of his suit as she massaged it against her smooth, clear skin.

“Good girl, Steph,” Tim groaned. “You’ve always been such a good girl…”

“You’re starting to come, Tim. I can feel it going through your suit.”

“It’ll come out in the wash.”

“There’s going to be so much of it, isn’t there? You’re not going to have anything left in your balls after you come for me…”

“Steph, Steph--!” 

Tim sped up his rhythm, rocking faster, pushing his cock between her taut belly and her squeezing hand. She helped him, pressing it into her stomach, the cockhead almost filling the palm of her small hand. Steph could feel the Kevlar weave of his costume rubbing against her bare buttocks as he grinded into her. 

“Oh shit, oh shit! Shit!” Tim cried. Steph could tell it was an effort for him not to be coming right now.

“You like that?” Steph asked. “I like it too!”

She could feel the top of his shaft, its bulging veins. It was almost inside her pussy, almost entering her, but it always just maddeningly rubbed against her sex instead. Her cunt was wet, juicy, running with her lubrication.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first saw your face!” Tim yelped.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I hit you with a brick!” Steph yelped back.

Cass was almost biting her nails as she watched, her fists clenching and unclenching as she weaved in place almost drunkenly. “You’re going to… shoot out… all that white stuff? Aren’t you, Tim…? Real… thick?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Steph gasped, dancing her hips around to rub herself against the bulging wet spot in Tim’s pants. It halfway felt like the most awkward middle school dance she’d ever been to, but she couldn’t be too embarrassed when it felt this good.

Tim was lost in a rictus of pleasure. He humped against Stephanie. His face was tilted up to the ceiling, a look of pure pleasure broadcasting from him.

“Okay, okay, take it out,” Steph said, pushing him away momentarily. “Take your cock out and shoot that cum all over me.”

 

“But… your costume…” Tim said.

“Do you really think I spent a lot of money on this?”

Tim quickly yanked down his zipper, his cock coming out hard as rock, the tip like a Christmas light burning red. He’d barely managed to grip it in his hand and then he shot his load, firing big, thick ropes of cum onto Steph’s ass and all over her back. Fat globs of his seed ran down the bottoms of her thighs, dripping down onto the mat.

“Oh, woooooow,” Steph gasped. “Man, Tim, you’re coming—“

“Steph, Steph, my sweet—baby!” Tim gasped out.

Tim kept a tight hold on his cock, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the hot spurts of his pungent jism shooting out from him. He’d never been much of a masturbator, but he had a long memory, and he’d never known himself to shoot out such a thick load in his entire life.

“You’re squirting… so much…” Cass breathed, astonished. “All that white… thick… stuff… it’s like glue!” She looked down at the splatters of cum that now covered Steph’s lower body.

“Aw, oh, yeahhh!” Tim hissed, his mouth hanging open, his eyes closed as he tried to process the ecstasy he was feeling.

His prick thumped, throbbed, and gave Steph more cum. 

There was now a big lake of cum beneath the two lovers. Tim still had his hand on his cock, pumping out every last drop of cum he could give. Then he saw Cass coming towards him, crawling on all fours, her leather gloves padding through the ejaculate puddled at their feet.

“Gonna suck,” she said, her knees in the cum now. “Gonna… swallow…”

“Cass, your mask,” Tim said, but Steph was already there, turned around, taking hold of Cass’s mask.

“Leave it on,” Steph mewled, and she wrenched the mask apart along one of the stitched seams that held it together. She opened up a tear roughly the size of Cass’s mouth, which it exposed—her own personal glory hole, Tim thought.

“It’s your fuckhole,” Steph said, leaning in to press a quick kiss through the ragged leather that opened up around Cass’s lips. “We’re gonna let Tim use your fuckhole.” Her eyes flitted up to meet Tim’s behind the white lenses of his mask. “And he’s gonna thank us for letting his nerd ass tap our hot bods by filling your tiny-ass stomach until it bulges with cum. Hope you’ve been eating your pineapples, Timbo.”