Don't Look Away update

“Don’t embarrass me,” Tim told Cass firmly. “I know I don’t bring this up much, but Bruce embarrasses me all the time. You try being on a team with the Justice League’s sidekicks when Bruce keeps spying on the rest of the Justice League or planning out how to kill them… Point is, you’re cool! You’re a cool girl! Just be cool and let people know I hang out with a dead silent martial arts master dressed up all in leather, we’ll both come out of this looking good. Maybe do one of those things where you kick something that’s over your head. People love that!”

Cass rolled her eyes. She would’ve been happy staying in Gotham City, fighting crime and spending time with Steph, but Bruce had insisted she accompany Tim to his weekend with the Titans. She thought he was angling for her to join the team herself. Cass had no interest in having so many loud, noisy people forced into her life. She was happy keeping her own company.

Once the requisite introductions were over, she kept to herself and the Titans were happy to let her. She did find it somewhat interesting, as the hours passed and Tim led the team in some training exercises, to watch how they interacted. It was interesting, she knew, but not for her. And yet she couldn’t help but think if one day it would be that way for her and Steph.

She watched, not hiding but unnoticed, as Kon grabbed Tim’s arm and pulled him along insistently. “C’mon, man, you have got to see this.”

“Oh, whoa, what?” Tim snatched his arm back. “It better not be something that, with five seconds of thought, strikes me as illegal or likely to maim.”

“For Rao’s sake, man, chill out. It’s a video. You can’t get in trouble for watching a video.”

“Child porn, snuff videos, Darren Aranofsky movies…”

“Just come on,” Kon said, and Cass followed along with he and Tim, nearly invisible. They disappeared into Kon’s room and just before the door automatically swept closed, Cass was in the room with them.

“Watch this,” Kon said, pressing play on his TV, and a softly undulating orange body appeared on the screen.

“Porn?” Tim asked dubiously. “Yeah, I’ve seen…” He trailed off, realizing belatedly just how beautiful that orange body was. It was absent the flaws and excessive plastic surgery one would expect to find in hardcore pornography, the lighting soft and natural instead of harsh and overdone. 

And the woman herself had a body that seemed impossible outside of godly pantheons. A well-rounded ass sat perfectly on top of lusciously toned legs, with extravagantly long red hair reaching down the first swelling of its exuberant curvature. As the video continued, he saw more of the shapely limbs that coiled around the bare body, hiding away some of its nudity, but unable to conceal the swell of her breasts, an enthusiastically full set of E-cups that surely would’ve seemed oversized if they were on a body that wasn’t so tall and statuesque to begin with. 

“Is that Kory?” he finally muttered.

“Yeah, man!” Kon replied. “From the old days. She must’ve recorded it herself and left it in the databanks, because it was just sitting there…”

“Sitting there,” Tim murmured back, watching Kory on her knees with her spread buttocks pointed at the camera, driving a big blue dildo in and out of her cunt. Her hand was tightly wrapped around the base of the dildo as she moved it swiftly and smoothly between her open thighs.

“What a goddamn ass, right?” Kon asked him, almost salivating with desire as he watched Kory perform.

Tim shook his head, coming to his senses. “You should delete this. Kory wouldn’t want us to watch it.”

“How would you know? It’s not like it was behind a paywall or anything. Maybe she wanted superheroic guys such as ourselves to have a nice little pick-me-up when we’re not saving the world.”

“Maybe she accidentally turned the camera on and didn’t know she’d left this on the servers.”

“What are you saying, that Starfire’s an idiot? Not very feminist, bro.”

Cass left them to their squabbling, going out an open window. They’d paused the video to argue amongst themselves and she didn’t think they’d be restarting it anytime soon. But she was interested in what this ‘porn’ was and if all of it was as interesting as the video that Starfire had made…

***

Cass found plenty of porn on the internet, most of it confusing to her. She knew a lot of women on the Justice League and Teen Titans dressed like that, exposing their breasts and asses for others to look at, but she didn’t think that most of them were so quick to resort to sexual intercourse. And even when they did do that, she doubted that all of them enjoyed being choked, spanked, or doused in the white stuff that came out of men’s penises. It looked like they were having a lot of fun. She knew she and Steph didn’t ‘squirt’ when they reached orgasm, but the women in ‘porn’ generally seemed to, and it looked like they enjoyed it very much.

Next Tuesday, she went over to Steph’s house to pick her up for a date. When Steph came to the door, she wasn’t quite ready. “Are you ready for the best date ever?” she asked, in one of those fits of irony that Cass wasn’t supposed to mention. “I am almost ready. Almost. Could you just wait a couple minutes? You look great, by the way. Little black dress. So great. A classic. You just wait one minute…”

Cass wandered the house while Steph continued fixing herself up, having turned the downstairs bathroom into a last-minute gussying up station that was turning into a last-HOUR gussying up station. She found herself in Steph’s room, wondering if Steph owned the sort of minimalist lingerie, teetering high heels, and physical restraint devices that so many ‘porn’ women had.

She went through the dresser drawers, not sure of what she was looking for until she found it. At the bottom of a pile of plain panties, there was a pair made out of red satin. They had a split on the crotch exposing the vagina. Cass wondered if that didn’t defeat the purpose of wearing panties. Why not just not wear them at all, if you didn’t like having your vagina covered? The porn women did that all the time.

Then there was an oval plastic container. Cass picked it up and opened it. Inside was something like a vinyl clam. Cass didn’t know what it was, but there was a tube of something beside it. There were instructions on the side that Cass could haltingly read.

“Use vuh-vaginally before intercourse… in combi, combination with a dia, dia, de-io-oh…” Cass couldn’t pronounce it. But she knew what intercourse meant. She wondered if Steph had used this before they had sex. Had she just not noticed? Or maybe it was only something she did with Tim. The porn women kept saying that having sex with women was very different than having sex with men. Maybe that was why Steph needed panties that didn’t cover her vagina. It made things easier for men having sex with you? Cass didn’t see why the man couldn’t just take the panties off the woman, but these things often seemed counterintuitive to her.

You can borrow my stuff anytime, she remembered Steph saying. You have such a great body, but you dress kinda like a spazoid? Anyway, it’s a good excuse to go shopping. You’ve got to be into that, right?

***

Steph looked herself over in the mirror. Make-up, dress, jewelry—she looked perfect. And she wanted to look perfect for Cass, even if Cass didn’t realize it or particularly appreciate it. She deserved perfect. She deserved someone making the effort to be perfect. Especially when the world… her life… was so imperfect.

“Okay, Cass, I’m ready!” she called, but opened the door to find no one there. She wondered if Cass had pulled a disappearing act like Tim had used to when there’d been an emergency. She knew it wasn’t either of their faults, but she’d expect Cass at least to bring her along. She wouldn’t even complain about fighting ninjas instead of having a romantic dinner. She’d just… observe. Minimally. With sighing.

She heard floorboards shifting through the ceiling. Going upstairs, she saw that her bedroom door was closed. She’d left it open. 

“Cass? Are you in my room?” she asked. Puzzled, Stephanie opened it up again. Then her mouth dropped open, his disbelieving eyes bulged, and she froze in the doorway.

Cass was sprawled on the bed, naked except for a pair of Steph’s red satin panties. With her legs apart, the slit in them opened to reveal her labia.

It took a while for Steph to manage to speak. “You’re in my room,” she said. “Where did you get those?”

“From you,” Cass answered. She ran a fingertip under the waistband of her panties—Steph’s panties. “They’re comfortable.”

“Yeah, they look good on you too,” Steph choked. “Why are you, why are you wearing them?”

“I was wondering if you wear these for porn,” Cass said. “Do you take off everything but these and then men have to have sex with you?”

“What, I don’t—do porn… what are you talking about?”

“Are these for sex?”

Steph took what had to be the deepest breath of her life, never shifting her gaze from between her near-naked girlfriend’s legs all while she held it. “I mean, I did kind of think about, ah, wearing those for a special occasion… but I haven’t been in any porn!”

“Are you sure?” Cass asked. “There’s a lot of porn.”

“I’m sure!”

Cass pulled on the skimpy panties’ waistband, as if fascinated by its tightness. “You must… look really good in these. Even better than I do…”

“No, Cass, you look great! I’m not sure why you look great, but you look great. It’d be really something to go on a date with you, knowing—knowing you’ve got that on… just underneath…”

“You’re looking at my pussy,” Cass said.

“What?” Steph shrieked. “No, I’m not!”

“Is it because my panties are showing them?”

“They’re my panties—“

“You can see my pussy… when I’m wearing these panties. Is that why… these panties let you see my pussy? For people who wanna… see?”

“I… I…”

“I wanna see your pussy,” Cass said. “If your panties let me see it… I would look. I think… your pussy would be wet.”

Steph hung her head like a broken puppet. “Maybe a little?”

Cass got up, her perky breasts jiggling with the movement of her body. Steph closed her eyes, as if she could hide herself from temptation in self-imposed darkness. But she had to open her eyes again, and when she did, Cass knelt at her feet, taking off Steph’s skirt.

“Maybe we could have a little quickie,” Steph whimpered as her skirt fell away, revealing her panties soaked clean through, the wetness revealing her helplessly aroused cunt. “And then we can go to dinner…”

Cass peeled away her girlfriend’s sopping panties, suddenly anxious to get a look at Steph’s cunt. “Dinner… is right here…”

After a quick glance at Steph’s pussy, her runaway lust took over, and she pressed her lips to those of Steph’s smooth pussy. She’d noticed that many of the women in the porn had no hair down there, and she could see why. Without it in the way, she could taste everything, from the sweet juices running down Steph’s vulva to the stiff clit that seemed made for sucking.

“Oh, fuck! Eat me, Cass, eat me!” Steph pleaded, holding her hands down on Cass’s head as her restraint flew out the window. “Eat me until I goddamn come in your mouth!”

Her legs shook and wouldn’t support her. She slumped down to the floor, slipping onto her ass, and Cass followed her down to nestle herself between Steph’s thighs. The lapping sound of her tongue moving over and through Steph’s pussy filled the room, its rhythm matched by Stephanie’s moaning enjoyment.

Cass tried to eat pussy like the girls in the porn, going deep and finding nice places both inside and outside Steph’s opening. She’d seen a lot of breasts and they looked like a lot of fun to squeeze and touch the way the porn people did, so she reached up Steph’s body, stripping buttons away so she could get into Steph’s blouse and pull her breasts out of her bra.

“Oh, yes, Cassie,” Steph panted. “Feel my tits while you eat my pussy! God, you’re gonna make me come twice as hard as before, aren’t you?”

“Gonna make you squirt,” Cass said, plucking Steph’s ripe nipples, pinching them gently. They were rigid with arousal, feeling like ball bearings with the slightest amount of give.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll squirt for you, baby. Do it more, play with my tits,” Steph urged. “Make them hurt a little—“

Cass twisted the erect nipples around, seeing how Steph didn’t really like being-stabbed or being-shot pain, just the pain of being slapped or spanked a little. Steph moaned in pain, but Cass was careful to lick her pussy just as hard as she squeezed her nipples, making Steph shudder lustfully as well.

As Cass let up the slightest amount, allowing Steph’s nipples to slip just a little out of her hurtful grip, her mouth and tongue focused entirely on Steph’s clit. She nibbled and sucked and slurped at it, making the tiny button throb as if it would burst.

What actually did burst was Steph’s voice as her jaw flew open. “I’m fucking coming! I’m coming so muuuuch!”

As Steph clenched and contorted in orgasm, a fresh wave of her cream poured from her sex. Cass was so thirsty for it that it seemed she couldn’t swallow fast enough.

“Yes, yes, drink it, baby!” Steph cried. “Drink all my fucking cum!”

As Cass held her firmly against her mouth and licked wildly into Steph, the blonde seemed to submit to the act, even to worship it, letting Cass have as much of her juices as she wanted. The more Cass ate, the more Steph came. Cass was full aware of each shock of orgasm that passed through Steph, her tongue being lovingly assaulted by the muscular clenches that hit with each climax. The harder Steph came, the more she liked it.

Finally, Steph was finished coming. The pounding drumbeat of climax after climax had grown too painful for her sensitive, exhausted body to maintain. She lowered herself down to lay on top of Cass. They held each other closer. Steph’s cunt was splayed against Cass’s thigh with no more cream to give, only the saliva that Cass had covered it in.

“Mmmm,” Steph sighed, happily nuzzling herself into Cass’s hair, which smelled faintly of the ejaculate that had escaped her tongue. “I think you closed my account for the night. No more squirting for me…”

“Then do you want to go to dinner now?” 

Steph looked at the clock on her nightstand. They still had time to make it. One positive of their relationship was that it seemed to take no time at all for Cass to bring her to orgasm. “We could… but you’ve watched porn, right?”

“Not all of it.”

“Well, have you ever seen two women eating pussy at the same time? One woman licking the other at the same time she’s being licked? And they both come?”

Cass did not have to be asked anything more. She shifted her body around on top of Steph’s, straddling Steph’s head, her teenaged pussy show off by the split of her crotchless panties, damp in its readiness to be eaten. 

“I didn’t mean…” Steph started insincerely. “Oh God, Cass, your pussy’s so damn pretty. I need your beautiful pussy sitting on my face!” 

As the hungry cry came out of her, she reached up to clasp Cass’s hips and pull her down on top of her waiting, wanting mouth. Cass’s muscles tensed as she automatically resisted, then she let herself relax and eased down with Steph’s pulling, all the way to Steph’s tongue.

It licked furiously in and out of her, tasting the flowing juices shimmering on her well-displayed cunt. For Steph, the feel of Cass’s wet pussy clenching on her deeply buried tongue sent shivers of delight through her. She felt her own cunt coming to a boil, quivering as if it would come at any second, and she herself tingled as she imagined Cass feeling the same sensual response to her licking tongue.

Her hips twitched in a vaguely swaying motion as she lapped at Cass’s pussy, her hands on Cass’s hips, clutching the smooth swell of Cass’s tight ass, her gripping fingers almost between the quivering cheeks. Her mouth pressed tightly against Cass’s steamy cunt and she sucked hard, her mind reeling with the exquisite taste she found. Somehow it made perfect sense that such a tough, scarred girl would taste so damn sweet. Cass was silent, even as Steph felt her beaming with satisfaction; she herself softly whimpered as she tasted and felt how Cass enjoyed her service. She sucked so hard that Cass put her hand on her belly, as if worried something there would be pulled out of her. Instead, both women felt Cass’s muscular convulsions as she came on the spot.

“Steph! I… I…! Already!” Cass cried. “No waiting!”

“Yeah, I know I’m a stud,” Steph said playfully, but impatient. “So don’t just sit there and tell me about it. Get your tongue back in my pussy and return the favor!”

Cass actually let loose a hungry growl as she dove down to Steph’s parted legs. Her face slapped against Steph’s juicy pussy, wallowing in it as her tongue pushed inside. With her own pussy at the other end of the sixty-nine, feeling the same sensations that she was giving Steph, the situation had the curious intimacy of masturbation. She felt like she and Steph had the same body, and both of them were pleasuring each other as much as themselves.

In no time at all, they were coming together. In the confusion of their mutual orgasm, Steph rolled on top of Cass, and Cass went along with it, her mouth locked tightly to Stephanie’s pussy. With Steph on top, she worked her fingers under Cass’s ass, pushing her hips upward to her mouth. As Cass’s pussy was lifted up to Steph’s tongue, Steph rolled her hips down against Cass’s mouth, fucking herself on Cass’s tongue. They rolled again on the floor, unable to decide who should be on top, and several minutes passed with one or the other setting the pace before they could finally stand it no more. Cass rolled off of Steph and Steph stayed where she lay, gasping up at the ceiling.

“Now… dinner?” Cass asked, staring up at the ceiling herself. Steph knew her gasps had nothing to do with exhaustion and more to do with the intense satiation that Steph had left her with. It was enough to make the blonde beam with pride.

“Uh-uh,” she said, though an automatic glance at the clock told her they could make it there fashionably late. “Dessert. I can’t move right now, but look in the dresser drawer. You missed something when you were snooping around in there before.”

Tingling with renewed anticipation, Cass did as she was ask. Bending over the drawer again—and getting a wolf-whistle from Steph behind her—she flung the neatly folded clothes out of the way without a care in the world. What she found beneath them took a breath away.

She picked it up. All inches of it. “You have… a cock,” she gulped, holding it in front of her face.

“It’s a dildo, baby,” Steph explained. “Why don’t you try it on? We already know you look good in my things…”

Cass saw the straps attached to the base. She might not’ve known much about the world, but she knew about putting on costumes. Nervously, she wiggled into the straps until she had a perfect replica of an erection lancing out from her groin.

“What now…?” she asked, haltingly rotating her hips to see how the massive tool bobbed while still staying attached.

“You want to fuck me, right?” Steph asked seductively. “Well, now you’ve got a whole new way to do it.”

“Y… you really want me… inside you?” Cass stammered, awestruck.

“I don’t want anyone else. Oscar Isaac,” Steph immediately corrected herself. “No one else but him and you.”

Cass took a step toward her lover with growing confidence. “How?”

“Deep and hard, bitch! You take that cock and you fuck me better than anyone else.”

Steph rolled over, rising up on her knees like a bitch in heat offering herself up to be bred. It was the most arousing sight that Cass had ever seen. She could feel the hot blood pooling in her groin, seeming to rush into the length of the dildo until she could actually feel it.

Gripping the thick shaft, Cass went back to Steph and lined herself up behind the woman. She put the tip of the dildo at Steph’s entrance. Then, gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes, Cass gave a lurching buck of her hips and thrust the dildo inside.

“Oh, that’s it!” Steph cried in response, her voice trembling with raw passion. “Fuck me like a boy, Cass! Fuck me like a boy with a huge cock!”

“Didn’t watch those videos,” Cass said, grinding her crotch against Steph’s squirming buttocks. She pulled out just enough to slam in again, and Steph wailed so loud that the pictures on the wall shook.

“More, more, more cock!” Steph begged.

The power of being well-hung and Steph’s wailing pleas turned Cass from a teenage girl into one of the porn stars she’d seen energetically reaming out so many wailing women. She pistoned Steph’s cunt with unending surges, spurred on by the base of the dildo stroking her clit with every thrust she gave Steph. As Steph turned red, Cass was as close to an orgasm as she was.

“I can’t take it!” Steph screeched. “I’ll come! I’ll come so fucking hard!”

“Me too!” Cass cried. “Me… too!”

With another thrust into Steph, they climaxed together, Cass’s juices pouring down her thighs. She stared as Steph’s cream did the same. “I love… fucking you… so good having… cock inside you…making you come… even better than watching!”

“Who knows?” Steph panted. “Maybe it’d feel even better in a tighter place?”

“Tighter?” Cass asked. “Where… tighter?”

“In my ass, babe. Right up my ass.”

Cass gritted her teeth, refusing to lose her nerve. It seemed like it would hurt, but the porn people had sex in the ass all the time. It was just one of those things, like being spanked or drinking sparkling water, that people liked even though it hurt.

She pulled the dildo out of Steph’s cunt, which left it gleaming with slippery juices, the perfect thing to go into a tight, resistant space like Steph’s ass. Cass aimed the tip at Steph’s puckered asshole, then pushed, sinking the dildo into Steph’s rectum. Steph screamed.

“Am I hurting you?” Cass asked.

“Fuck, yes!” Steph howled. “But it hurts good! It hurts really good! Just keep fucking my ass with your big cock and I’ll come just like when you fucked my pussy!”

“Why not… both?” Cass asked, putting her hand on Steph’s cunt. She fingered the lips and rubbed the clit, feeling fresh cream slipping under her fingers.

“Oh, I fucking love you!” Steph groaned blissfully. “I’m gonna come twice as fucking hard, baby—I’m gonna come like a dirty! Fucking! Slut!”

Steph rocked back on her knees, taking even more of the dildo into her ass, and Cass’s fingers up her pussy. Both her holes spasmed, the feeling taking over her body. Cass felt the vibrations from Steph’s climaxing body course up her arm and strike between her legs at the base of the dildo. She ground herself against the thrilling sensation and it intensified, doubled, tripled—

“I’m coming too!” Cass hissed. “I can’t… stop… coming!”

It felt like they were both on the same erotic wavelength, feeling the same thing, sharing the same orgasm. Cass pulled the dildo out and could’ve sworn she felt it tingling.

“Take it off,” Steph said.

“I like wearing it…”

“Take it off. It’s my turn to wear it. And it’s your turn to get fucked now.”

Cass couldn’t strip the dildo off fast enough.

She hoped getting sodomized was as fun as Steph had made it look.