MtK update

Dick grasped Kory’s implication immediately. It wasn’t like it was all that unknown for her to talk about sex. And, truth be told, he had noticed Kara being particularly attentive to him at times. He figured it was probably his imagination, but sometimes she was so solicitous, it was like she was coming onto him.

He wondered a little bit what he’d do if that was the case. She was beautiful, but then, so was Kory. So were just about all the women in his life. Temptation wasn’t an issue. Just Kory alone was about all the sexual bliss he could handle. Dick didn’t have any fetish for schoolgirl types. Kory might’ve been nearly a decade older than Kara, but her mature body made Kara look like a shrimp. Those big, full breasts he loved to handle, that round ass which felt perfect in his hands when he grabbed it to hold her thick, soft cheeks in place. He loved to reach into the tight divide of her ass, sliding his fingertips in the sopping wet lust their foreplay invariably produced, rubbing it into the flesh of her groin and her puckered asshole.

Kory was a great fuck, the best he’d ever had, though none of his ‘harem’ were slouches in that department. They easily proved the expression ‘variety is the spice of life’. Almost too much spice. So girls like Kara were behind him. He was settling down. No more wild oats to sow. Even if there was something to be said for Kara and her barely legal body. Her babydoll face with its huge, blue eyes. She looked completely innocent—from the neck up. Then her body rounded in every place a girl’s body should be round, her breasts softly swelling out from her trim chest. She didn’t need a bra with breasts so pert, so firm, and what she lacked in sheer cup size, she made up for in the salaciousness of the fact that her nipples always seemed to be erect, pressing through whatever she wore.

Dick shook it off. Crush or no, cute or no, she was too young for him and he had enough to deal with already. “She looks up to me, that’s all. I’m like an uncle to her.”

“More like a daddy,” Kory said bluntly, with a huge grin leaving no room for any misgivings about the idea. “If you do want her, let me know. I’ll have a talk to her, find out how she feels about the idea without making a federal case out of it. Kara knows my reputation, but—I think she envies me a little.”

“Who wouldn’t?” Dick replied, and Kory giggled. “But please don’t. The only thing more mortifying than me making a pass at her is you making a pass for me.”

“Who was talking about you?” Kory asked. “I was thinking I’d work my magic on her, just the two of us, and maybe later, after we’ve had our fun, I’d talk to her about you. Maybe. If I want to share her.” 

Dick shook his head with a kind of dazed respect. Kory’s confidence was incredible. And her scruples still hit him like a fastball at times. She was anything but amoral, but she still saw nothing wrong with seducing a girl, then sharing her with him in one big orgy. 

He supposed there wasn’t anything wrong with it, per se, but it still shocked him to hear Kory so blasé about it. Only blasé wasn’t the word. She seemed excited about the prospect without treating it as naughty or taboo—more like something as wholesome as a nature hike or a visit to a dog park.

“You’re one hell of a woman, you know that?” Dick asked, gazing at Kory and committing to memory the incredible body that went with her amazing personality. God, he was going to miss her.

Kory grinned impishly at him as she lifted the bedsheet off her body, showing off her naked form. Dick could practically feel the heat coming off her, the feverish body warmth that went with her excitement. Going back to her would be like sinking into a hot tub. That tempted Dick more than young, virginal Kara ever could. 

“You should show, not tell,” Kory chimed, with a slight pout at the end, knowing Dick wouldn’t be swayed.

Dick went to the bed, playfully stooping at the end to kiss her foot—her height being such that she took up nearly the entire length of the mattress—and went on his way, leaving Kory simmering until next time. Kara wouldn’t arrive to pick him up for another five minutes. And, detective that he was, Dick would still have no idea that Kara had gotten there early, listening to them with her superhearing and watching them with her X-ray vision, only belatedly leaving to circle back and pretend she had only arrived just now.

It was an intriguing prospect… Kory seducing her into bed with Dick… but she’d prefer to cut out the middleman.

***

Tim was reading when Cass came into the room. He noticed her, which was unusual in itself. Cass was so stealthy just in existing that it was common for him, Steph, and the others to get a nasty shock when they nearly tripped over her. So the fact that he’d noticed her meant that she wanted something, was standing around waiting for something from him, so Tim lowered his book and looked at her.

“Hey, Cass, how’s your day—ulp…”

A mischievous smile slowly spread across Cass’s face. She was wearing one of Steph’s miniskirts, which was short on her, but almost nonexistent on Cass. It reached a third of the way down her lean thighs, while hugging her flesh like it was showing the viewer how to grope her. It was readily apparent that she didn’t wear panties underneath it. The brisk cotton was transparent, letting Tim see the silhouette of her pubis through the material.

Tim unconsciously licked his lips. He’d had sex with Cass, seen her naked. He couldn’t believe the sight of her in a short skirt was getting to him this way.

Cass took a deep breath, pulling his eyes up to her breasts. She was wearing a tanktop that was one of Tim’s, and which he hadn’t worn since becoming Robin, with all the added muscle that implied. In other words, it was meant for a chest that was flat as a pancake. 

Cass was not that. Her silken cleavage simply couldn’t be contained in the tight top, overflowing where it didn’t stretch the tanktop out on her modest chest. And what was contained wasn’t exactly covered. The tanktop was light, flimsy cotton to begin with; stretched taut, it showed every inch of Cass’s luscious breasts with perfect clarity, if not detail. From the dark jutting of her nipples to the valley between her tits, everything was on a razor’s edge between exposure and concealment. 

Tim couldn’t take his eyes off her. If she were naked, an ingrained politeness would make him look away, but she was just clothed enough to let him stare. And every second looking at her, every time he saw her chest heave with a new breath, made the bulge in his trousers grow larger and larger, though he’d been hard since he’d first seen that smile on her face.

“Steph called,” Cass said, her hands behind her back. The posture made her breasts thrust out to the point where he worried for the safety of his old shirt. “She said she’d… be a little late.”

“Kay,” Tim said, utterly incapable of processing anything more than the sight of Cass’s body, which he was struggling mightily with. He would’ve said ‘uh-huh’ to Cass revealing that Star Wars was real and she was a Jedi Knight.

Cass’s smile showed teeth. She leaned forward so that she was standing straight. But that didn’t offer any relief to Tim. Now she bounced on her heels a little, a typical girlish gesture for her, but right now, every little quiver in her body seemed to be transmitted straight to her breasts. 

Not that Tim was staring. Oh no, he was also looking at the sinuous ripple of Cass’s rock-hard abs, the little jiggle of her otherwise taut thighs, even her petite little toes immersed in the carpet. He didn’t know what it was, but everything about Cass was pure sex now. He could look at any part of her and picture where it would be when she was flat on her back, him on top of her, pumping himself into the sweet little pussy he knew was waiting under that cobweb of a miniskirt.

Yeesh.

“You don’t… mind?” Cass asked, tilting her head to one side. Her short, button-black hair fell enough to cascade against the thrust of her left breast, touching it as Tim would love to.

“Mind?”

“You don’t mind… being stuck… no Steph… no Pru or Promise… just us?”

Tim forced a laugh. “Yeah… guess it’ll be weird for us to be alone when I’m not stitching up a cut on you or something.”

Cass plucked at the hem of her (his) shirt, pulling it a little ways up from her flat belly. The scar he saw curving along her pelvis and disappearing under her waistband only made Tim want to touch her more, comfort her, show her the way she would be touched from now on. “No cuts now.”

“No, none.”

But Cass didn’t let her shirt drop again. “You have… your book… I could leave… you alone with it…”

“You don’t have to,” Tim said quickly. “I like having you here.”

Cass came closer. Tim’s chair was reclining, and with Cass stopping a half-step away, he could see up her tanktop, up her skirt—not much, but there was an allure of the forbidden that got to him like opium smoke, making him more heady than if he’d seen her naked. “I can see that… I can see… a lot…”

She must’ve noticed his erection lurching in his pants. Noticed and appreciated it. Tim had a sudden urge to reach out, rip her miniskirt away, and feast on the smell he could detect coming from between her legs.

“Do you want… anything?” Cass asked, pitching her voice at the last word.

“Want?” Tim croaked, his throat dry. 

“Something to drink… or to eat… you don’t have to… get up… I like you… on your back…”

Tim’s throat succumbed to desertification. “I could use some water,” he rasped.

Cass walked into the neighboring kitchen. Her swaying ass, barely veiled by the miniskirt, lured his eyes in with no hope of escape. He couldn’t look away as she reached up to get a glass from the cupboard—the stretch lifting her skirt until he could see right between her legs, along her perineum—then filled it at the sink and popped a few ice cubes into it at the refrigerator. Only then did she come back into the living room. She wasn’t walking any differently than normal. Her body was always that tight, that alluring, that young and trim and curvy. The skirt and tank just seemed to have opened Tim’s eyes to it.

“Here you are…” Cass said, handing the glass to him. “I hope it… satisfies you…”

Tim managed to get himself to relax a little bit as Cass moved away from him, going to the matching love seat and sitting down there. She watched him drink with a force to her gaze that Tim had rarely felt. He wondered if Cass was feeling the same inexplicable lust as he was. But then, he was hardly as scantily-clad as she was. Then again, did that matter to a girl who could read body language, probably already knew exactly what he wanted to do to her?

“Cass,” Tim started slowly, picking his words carefully, “are you, ummm… are you… you…”

Cass distracted him again, sitting back comfortably, neatly crossing her legs. The miniskirt crawled up her thighs, arriving somewhere around her pubis, which left her virtually naked below her crotch. It fell to the shadows of her crossed legs to protect what little decency she had in that outfit.

“Am I… what?” Cass asked innocently. “What do you think… I am?”

“You’re, you, I can see your—“

“What can you see… Tim?” Cass insisted, her eyes blazing with delight at making him say it.

Irritated, Tim blurted out: “You’re showing me your pussy!”

“Yes. You wanted… to see it…”

“Well, that’s—you’re—“

“You think of looking at it… kissing it… licking it… fucking it…” Cass drawled, staring fixedly at the throbbing bulge his erection had made in his pants. “I can tell… it gets… dull… you should do… not just… think…”

Tim had no answer for that. He’d known Steph was fully intent on taking advantage of their newly consummated relationship, but for some reason it hadn’t occurred to him that Cass was just as curious to explore all the newness between them. She always seemed so withdrawn, so reserved and quiet—maybe this was her coming out of her shell, and without using Steph as a crutch.

Slowly, Cass uncrossed her legs, giving Tim a long look between them at her—at all of her. He could see her slit, fringed with downy black hairs, the labia glistening with her dewy arousal. Then she brought her legs up and folded them in front of her so she was sitting cross-legged. Tim knew he wouldn’t get another look at Cass’s pussy unless he asked for it; unless he did something to act on the raging lust he and Cass apparently shared.

“Do,” Cass repeated.

Tim swallowed noisily. “God, Cass,” he breathed. Without willing it, he leaned forward for a closer look through Cass’s crossed legs. It was like he was an iron filing being pulled to a magnet.

“You like… my pussy… You should come over here… and like… my pussy…”

“God,” Tim said again, his lips dry.

“I’ve missed how much… you like… my pussy,” Cass continued, slipping one hand down to roll over the flare of her sensual hips. Her fingers roved over her thighs, coming to her groin, hiding her slit behind her hand. “You have no idea… how badly… a girl can miss… having her pussy full…”

Tim wheezed. He didn’t know what to do. He was a little used to Steph being so aggressive—experienced enough with her to have a repartee—but Cass was completely blindsiding him here.

Cass looked down at her pussy. “I miss it even more… now that I almost… have it,” she crooned. “My poor little pussy… I’ll have to… take care of it myself.”

And she went about taking care of her poor little pussy. Tracing the tip of one single finger over the outermost slope of her swollen mons. Up to her clit, then down the other lip of her labia. When she brought it back up, it seemed for a moment like it might go between her lips, into the inner flesh that seemed to be completely need for her finger, but it went along the edge of her labia again. But however disciplined Cass was, she didn’t look in control. Her taut young hips jerked, a little twitch that Tim knew she would’ve suppressed if she could.

Cass raised her eyes to Tim. He looked like he might’ve gone into shock. He sat there, staring at Cass’s lonesome finger as it explored the little curves of her mons, all the little niggles of pleasure that could be found in touching herself there. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow pants, jerking around the Ralph Lauren logo on the breast of his shirt. His cock, on the other hand, pushed out unwaveringly through the crotch of his confining pants, an eternal hardness trying to get to Cass without relief.

Cass pushed the finger into herself, just the tip. Her cunt lips spread enough for a rivulet of her juices to spill down from her slit, tracing along underneath her pussy. Cass’s breath gushed through her shallowly parted lips. She took her wetted finger away from herself, moving it up to her mouth, her taste buds, sucking it. Making sure it was good enough for Tim, to wash over his tongue, to coat his prick…

Tim moaned.

Cass brought her finger back down. This time, when she fed it into herself, she didn’t stop until it was all the way in, curling inside her soaked womanhood. She worked her finger up and down inside her clutching sex, and as she stroked herself, the heel of her hand pressed firmly against her clit. Every time her pussy shuddered, her clit rocked against her hand, and a shock of pleasure was born that tingled tightly around her embedded finger.

Cass took her finger out again. She brought it, dripping wet, to her lips, and licked it with a long, slow tickle of her tongue. Her own cream glossed over her pale lips, tinting the lower one, adding some of her sexual taste to that of her lipstick.

Again, she aimed her almond eyes at Tim. He was on the edge of his seat, leaning so far forward that he might fall right out of his chair if she added another finger.

“Do you need… to take care of yourself… too?” Cass whispered, hissing breath now filling the pauses in her usual haltering speech pattern. Her eyes raked over his bulging erection. She watched it throbbed as she brought her finger down, still glowing with the wetness of her cunt, and she daubed it along the curve of her breast and the flatness of her belly. Little places for Tim to kiss if he wanted to taste her pussy along with all the rest of her. “You’ve taken care of me… so many times… I could… take care of… you…”

She laid her finger along the lips of her pussy, not penetrating, but more acknowledging that there was only one place for Tim’s interest to go. After a moment, she used all her fingers to open herself up, showing the flood inside to Tim. Her pussy felt like a dam about to burst. She wondered if Tim wanted to watch or to swim.

“We could take… take care of… each other…”