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Pru reminded herself to tell Tim that he needed a day planner. The man was double booking, getting absent-minded. He’d apparently forgotten Pru was in the pantry as he steered Promise and the semi-conscious Miranda right for the door.

“In here,” he told them. “I’ll hide your clothes.”

Pru barely had time to scoot out of the way before Promise was shot inside, Miranda in her arms. They collided, Promise gasping as she remembered who it was.

“Traitorous bitch!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Pru whispered, putting her finger to Promise’s lips. “Don’t wake sis.”

“I will--!”

The door opened abruptly, Tim throwing their clothes in after them.

As Promise got Miranda situated, Pru squeezed past her, peering out the pantry door again. Tim was straightening his clothes, dashing away to answer the door. Pru snickered helplessly.

“How dare you befoul this sacred event, treasoness!” Promise exclaimed.

“Yeah, especially when you were about to get yourself befouled.”

“Oh, God!” Promise groaned suddenly. “You saw everything I did with Tim! Everything my sister—“

“Don’t worry. You can watch me anytime you fucking like. Might learn a few things.”

They were distracted by footsteps outside the door, and both women now peered out into the kitchen. Tim was bringing in a slim, dark-haired girl—Asian, her hair cut short, straight, and black, combed over her forehead in bangs. She was sheathed in a tightly buttoned raincoat, evidently wearing shorts or a skirt underneath, for her bare legs ran out from under the hem without a stitch of clothing before her sandals.

“Mei Wing!” Promise gasped. “Another of his whores.”

“Fucking takes one to know one, eh sister?”

Outside, Mei’s nose wrinkled, almost detecting the scent of sex in the air, before clearly dismissing it with a shake of her head. “I have thought over generous offer, Robin—you are perhaps right… I have done enough for my country. Since little girl, put duty ahead of satisfaction. Now, time I had same life as those I defend. Find another way doing good. Be happy.”

“I’m glad you feel that way,” Tim replied. “I thought you might. I already have the papers drawn up—they’re around here somewhere.”

He moved to open a drawer and Mei stopped him, laying her hand over his. “This not why I came see you. Marriage is different in Hong Kong than in America. To divorce is… not good. I am not a romantic woman, Tim Drake, but I have certain requirements. I believe in obeying husband. Partnering with him. And in return, he must do for me.”

“Do for you?” Tim asked. “Do what?”

“Satisfy.”

Mei quickly removed her trenchcoat, revealing she had dressed in nothing more than a bra and panties—if you could call them that. Her legs were long and lithe, the skin smooth and glowingly tantalizing with a rich tan. Around her thong, her buttocks were round and firm, swelling seductively under her waist, while her breasts spilled just enough from her bra to reveal their undulating promise. Her belly, gentle and ever so slightly rounded, lay between the lingerie, just right for the caress of a hand.

“I would not dishonor husband by giving another, my body. Tim must satisfy if he is to be husband.”

Naturally, Pru and Promise were intrigued. They peered out the bottom of the door, nearly on top of each other as they tried to get the best angle on what was happening outside.

“Could I get a rain check on that?” Tim asked hoarsely. “I, uh… dropped a can on my penis. I think it’s bruising.”

Mei shoved him down to the floor without concern. “I will kiss,” she panted. “Make better.”

Moving fast with excitement, she knelt with her knee across his chest, holding him down as she undid his much-abused zipper. His big prick came out, wagging stiffly. She crouched down to it until her face was right over its head, while her panty-clad cunt settled an inch from Tim’s face.

“Show satisfy,” Mei insisted, pulling at one half of her panties’ waistband, just enough to dislodge its crotch from her pussy. “Show satisfy!”

Tim had forgotten all about the three women in the pantry. He stuck out his tongue and raked it up Mei’s pussy, lapping up her tangy cream. Mei shuddered in bliss, bringing out her own tongue to lick up the globs of hot, salty precum that oozed from Tim’s cockhead.

“Much thanks for satisfy,” she squealed. “I will serve my husband…”

As they noisily devoured each other, Pru and Promise exchanged glances.

“She’s his fourth woman in an hour?” Promise whispered in amazement.

“Unless there was someone here before me,” Pru whispered back.

Promise smiled. Pru could see no jealousy in her, but a sudden, shared joy in Tim’s exploits. They were both almost living vicariously through what they spied on, and even Pru saw no need to fight over their handsome lover.

The trick was not to let Tim fuck himself to death.

Mei squealed. “Ooh, Tim, do so good! I wish you could give lessons!”

“Well, if there’s one thing people seem to learn around here, it’s eating pussy,” Tim mumbled.

Promise blushed fiercely, trying not to be too aware of Pru’s closeness.

Mei didn’t reply. She was busy running her tongue all over his sharply standing cock, relishing his delicious cream. The same way he tortured her wet pussy with his tongue, savoring her juices. The sound of tongue against sex was loud, obscene. It could clearly be heard, even inside the pantry.

“They’re so… lustful,” Promise whispered.

“It turned me right the fuck on too,” Pru replied. “I had to do something about it…”

And for the first time, Promise looked away from Tim to see how Pru was rubbing her thighs, her hands slowly moving higher and higher…

And still, Tim and Mei sixty-nined, both either practiced at it or natural talents. They couldn’t get enough of each other, but still, Tim wanted Mei to get more.

“C’mon, wifey,” he said hoarsely. “Show me you can take all of it!”

“A Chinese wife will do anything for her husband…” Mei gurgled, licking her lips. Making them slippery.

She plunged her mouth down on Tim’s cock, the man groaning and shuddering with pleasure as he was imprisoned within her wet, velvety mouth. She drew in her cheeks, sucking noisily at him.

“Oh, wow, yes!” he grunted. “Much satisfy!”

He lay there for a minute, grunting and groaning, enjoying her greedy sucking. But eventually she began wiggling her ass impatiently. Then Tim remembered to return the favor.

Mei gasped as Tim suddenly crammed his whole tongue inside her, shoving it as deeply into her cunt as he could go, then pistoning it in and out.

“MMMM! UNNNNHHHH!”

“Fuck, I was that was me!” Pru sighed.

“I wish that was all four of us,” Promise moaned. “His hands, his mouth, his cock…”

Pru looked at her. Both women were shivering with lust, just watching Tim and Mei together, Tim using his clever tongue all over Mei’s cunt, while Mei, moaning and writhing, gobbled his precum as fast as she could suck it from his powerful cock.

Pru wanted to touch herself again, but even after leaving the League of Assassins, she couldn’t do that right next to Promise. She’d just have to wait until she was alone. Tim wouldn’t be able to help her out anymore. He would have to be totally spent by Mei Wing. There was no way Mei wouldn’t need cock after having his wet tongue hammered into her dripping cunt, over and over again, faster and faster, tasting his manhood as she kept sucking pace with him. Her short black hair flew with her furiously bobbing head, her succulent lips pulling up and down his rock-hard erection, suctioning the hot precum from his slit.

Tim was red-faced with the need to come, but he managed to hold off his climax. He was getting good at that. He had to, with so many women to take care of. Instead, he distracted himself by focusing all his energy on putting all of his clever tongue inside her molten cunt, adding more and more until she raised her head and howled.

“Ohhhh! Tim! Gonna come! You make come!”

Instantly Tim pulled away from her. Mei whimpered with disappointment. Pru couldn’t blame her. Tim had left her right on the brink, needing it badder than a bitch in heat. Mei looked at him desperately.

“Need come, need satisfy!” she begged. “Just about to—please—keep going!”

Tim smiled at her. “I just want to make sure my wife is going to be… satisfactory. We’ve established how good you taste. Now let’s find out how you feel.” He pumped his cock, making no secret of what he meant. “You want it?”

“Yes!” Mei answered quickly. “Want you! Have to get off! Just have to! You can have me, husband!”

“And where exactly do you want me? In that tight pussy of yours?” Tim demanded, taking full advantage of the fever pitch he’d worked Mei too. She whimpered with frustration, his cock right in front of her, but a million miles away.

She shook her head no.

It turned out to be the best no Tim had ever gotten.

“Fuck ass,” she said.

“Oh, hell yes,” Pru whispered.

It was then Promise noticed the skinhead was playing with herself. She could see Pru had her hand between her legs, fingers rubbing her slit. Promise knew she’d been caught, but she just smiled.

“Had to do something,” she said. “In the next five minutes, I was either gonna come or fucking die.”

“I—I think you are doing just the right thing,” Promise said. And she slid a stiff finger between her thighs, all the way to her blood-engorged clit.

They both watched intently as Tim arranged Mei on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her, grinning like a madman.

“By the way,” Tim said. “I’m marrying three other women.”

“They let you fuck ass yet?”

“No.”

“Then I am best one!”

Tim guffawed as he slotted the fat head of his prick to Mei’s ass, pushed deep inside her. Mei shuddered and moaned. Her nails clawed weakly at the linoleum floor as he pushed to her bowels—eyes rolling, pretty face becoming a lustful grimace.

“Ohhhhh! Satisfy! Satisfy!” she cried.

Pru rubbed her clit furiously as she watched. So did Promise. They felt no guilt about masturbating in front of each other. They didn’t have a choice anymore. They were too damn horny.

“Wha… whuzzat… going on…” Miranda rose, slitted eyes suddenly opening wide as she saw Pru and Promise lying down together, bodies pressed side to side, fingers swirling between their legs. “Sister! What are you doing!?”

Pru shushed her.

“You! Traitor! How dare you try to silence me! What is the meaning of this disgusting display—“

“Look!” Promise stressed.

Eyes narrowing, Miranda went to the door, opening it so fast she barely left time for Promise and Pru to back up. Hearing a sharp gasp of pleasure, she stopped, holding the door ajar. Then she looked through the crack.

Now it was she who gasped.

“He is… in her ass…” she said gently. “He’s fucking her ass… he must be the biggest pervert in the world…”

There was not a single complaint from Mei. She just knelt there and gurgled and squealed with pleasure as Tim gave her the hard, steady assfucking she so obviously wanted. Miranda heard a moan, but it wasn’t coming from them. Pru was kneeling beside her, looking through the cracked door below her. Her hands had returned to her crotch.

“How dare you!” Miranda exclaimed, not noticing she had lowered her voice to avoid alerting Tim or Mei.

She did notice Promise behind her, looking over her shoulder at Tim and Mei. Where her body pressed against Miranda’s, it was burning up.

“I just want to see what it looks like,” Promise said softly. “When she comes… she’s going to come… I want to see if it looks as good as… before.”

Miranda colored, realizing Promise was referring to when Tim had been inside her, what she’d done to get his seed—that her sister had watched them, wanting to be her, or even wanting to join them…”

Reaching into a well-concealed pocket, Miranda came up with a flask. She unscrewed it with a trembling hand and drank. She told herself the burning inside her was the alcohol. Decadent… they were all so decadent… there was no purity left, no one who had her strength, to sample the pleasures of manhood and then… then…

It was then that Mei’s sweaty palms betrayed her, as she slipped out of her doggy style position and collapsed underneath Tim, spread eagle on the floor, pushed around by his thrusting like a pile of rags.

“Keep fucking, Lynx!” Tim grunted. “Don’t stop now! It’s too fucking good!”

Neither Pru nor Promise knew where she found the strength, but Mei lifted up her body to give a sudden jerk backward, so forceful she pushed Tim upon his back. Then she saw down on his lap, grabbing his knees for support as she lifted her ass up and down, slapping it violently upon his erect cock.

“I fuck you!” she cried out. “I fuck you eyes out, son of bitch!”

Pru and Promise fucked themselves like crazy as they watched Mei ride Tim’s cock, the woman clawing his hairy legs, moaning louder and louder as she sat lower and lower on his pile-driving manhood. Her eyes rolled and then closed tight. She whimpered, on the very brink of ecstasy.

“What a slut,” Miranda breathed, almost unable to believe two people could do such disgusting, awful things with each other, such horrible things, that two such trusted acolytes as Prudence and Promise could enjoy watching such depravity—even wish it for themselves. It was so pathetic! It made her sick! She couldn’t believe any woman could enjoy such obscenity—how Mei was screaming and moaning in ecstasy, like she didn’t know how awful it was—how Prudence and Promise seemed on the verge of orgasm, uncaring that what they were watching was so thoroughly, hatefully wrong. Nothing could feel so good as to be worth degrading oneself that way!

“Nothing,” Miranda whispered aloud, her hands tangled in her clothing, carefully abreast of the slickness in her panties that she could not explain.

A tremendous convulsion swept through Mei like a tidal wave, washing around her cunt and burning down her thighs. She grabbed Tim’s legs and pulled her body up until his cock had almost escaped her asshole. As the pressure built, filling every cell in her body with passionate energy, she crushed herself back down upon him, punching his cock so deep inside her anus she thought she could feel it in her throat. All her weight was on the cock in her ass and it felt fantastic. She wailed, lost for a split second as the pleasure pitched, then exploded.

As her satisfaction peaked violently, Tim felt his own burning at the base of his throbbing shaft. He made one final effort to hold back his potent cum, but even as he tried, he felt the first of his load powering through his cock.

“Take it, Mei, here!” he barked, torso thrust up to bite the back of her neck. He grabbed her body and pulled her tits against her own chest. “Jesus fucking Christ, I’m, I’m… UNHHH!”

What Mei thought was pleasure was nothing compared to what came next. When his splattering cum blew up her insides, every fiery glob seemed to carry with it enough heat to start the fire all over again, like magma lobbed from a volcano. Raw convulsions tore up and down her with such force, the wind in her lungs howled out of her, abandoning her.

“Oh! Shit! Oh!” she wailed. “You do it, Tim! You satisfy! You satisfy hard!”

Pru and Promise both took the opportunity to get off without being heard. They sawed their hands over their clits, coming at almost the same time, their moans drowned out by Mei’s wails, Tim’s groans. Sluts, Miranda thought. They were all such sluts. They’d probably fuck her if they had half a chance. Finger her and lick her and fuck her, everywhere, in all her holes, just fuck and fuck and fuck…

At last, Tim sighed and helped Mei down from his dripping cock. They lay on their sides, trying to catch a breath that seemed completely illusive. After that, it was a full five minutes before either could move again. And only when Mei felt his cock finally start to shrink that she cared to move at all.

“Is this what you want then?” Miranda demanded of Promise. “Just sex, not to bear heirs for the lineage or to solidify an alliance, but just cheap, meaningless sex, with men and women you don’t even know, just because they have a nice body or big prick?”

“Can I… have a minute to think about it?”

The pantry door flew open. Mei stared inside without apparent concern, her panties pulled aside from the mound of her sex, one breast freed from her bra. “Tim, your pantry have naked women inside.”

“It was like that when I got here,” Tim said, eyes shut.

Mei nodded, closing the door behind her. Miranda noticed that Promise had closely watched her dishabille.

***

Miranda emerged from the pantry, her appearance once more impeccable, her clothing in perfect order. “Drake,” she said with the utmost dignity, choosing not to notice that the subject of her conversation was on the floor, a naked Chinese woman draped over him, rapidly losing consciousness. “It is not yet known to me whether our consummation was successful. Thus, Promise will stay here, making sure you stay alive in case your services are needed once more.”

“Maybe he could service you one more time for the road?” Pru suggested with a snicker, and all but Promise and Miranda herself would testify that they saw a suppressed shudder go through Miranda’s body.

“She will also ensure no…” Miranda cast her eyes back at Pru. “Diseases are visited upon you that would interfere with further conception. Enjoy this reprieve from the sleep of all men, Tim Drake. Hope that you have given me a strong son on this first attempt, so your death can be swift and painless. Let Promise serve as a constant reminder of your mortality, o prince.”

And without another word, she departed.

Promise emerged from the pantry. “I can just… sleep on the couch?” she suggested. But her eyes were all on Drake as he set Mei aside, rising, his soft cock swinging underneath him, still large enough to make Promise stare incredulously. How could he be so big without being erect?

Tim knew what it meant that she could not look away. “Prepare me,” he said, and Promise gratefully sank to her knees.

In no time at all they were in the bedroom, Tim naked, Promise attacking him like a big, hungry cat. She played with his happily throbbing cock; his tongue licked lasciviously at the deep crevice between her buttocks. That was just the beginning. Tim found himself hard put to keep up with her, having his cock sucked and guided to her cunt for the fucking of a lifetime. When he was lying on his back and heaving for breath, she was plying him with soft kisses, hands gently urging his penis back to life.

“Say,” he asked conversationally, “where is it that Talia and Nyssa are staying?”

“Why should I tell you?” Promise asked, batting her eyes demurely. “In just a few short months, you’ll be dead and I’ll be back with Miranda. It would be unwise to show disloyalty.”

Tim took her in his arms, running a hand down her flank. “That flask Miranda carries—the cap is heavily scratched from being opened and closed often. She drinks from it a lot, doesn’t she?”

“So? She can’t abide the water here—she needs the taste of her native springs.”

“I slipped one of Steph’s birth control pills into it.” Tim kissed Promise’s cheek. “I don’t think I’ll have to worry about being a father for a while yet.”

Promise felt Tim’s cock growing once more. She moved to tighten her grip, but Tim slapped her hand away.

“The address,” he insisted. “Or do you really want to spend your time in Gotham… sleeping on the couch?”

Promise told him.

Tim rolled on top of her. It brought him closer to the cell phone on the nightstand.

***

“Tim? Tim?” Promise gave Tim a gentle shake. He was still dead to the world. She looked downward. Still more unfortunately, his cock was asleep as well.

“You save any for me?” Pru asked, watching from the doorway, burning hard through her cigarette.

“I think he may have reached his limit,” Promise said mournfully.

“Wasn’t talking about him, fucker. I’ve got a lot of treason to make up for.”

***

A key turned in a lock. Steph and Cass came inside, the blonde bearing a bundle of brochures to drop on the kitchen island. “Okay, I really think we should go with the four bedroom. We’ll all have our own private room, so no problem if the main bed is ocupado.” Her eyes glowed. “The Tim bed…”

“I think we may need… bigger apartment,” Cass said, looking down.

Steph followed her gaze. “Hunh. Did you leave your naked Asian chick out?”

“Maybe… one of Pru’s?”

“Yeah. Or Tim started on the wife hunt. But c’mon, we’ve been gone two hours, how lucky could he have gotten?”

Cass was headed for the bedroom. Steph hurried to follow her.

Tim lay on the bed, sunken into the mattress, his head back, eyes closed, breath coming through his open mouth. His mind was a total blank. In the ensuite bathroom, they heard the shower running. Cass peeked in through the cracked door, then gave a nod to Steph, confirming her suspicions.

“I leave for two hours and there are two girls are on his dick!” Steph exclaimed. “That’s a girl an hour! God, I hate the dating world…” She eyed Tim now, naked, uncovered by the bedsheet. A wonderful idea had occurred to her. “Cass, remember what we talked about?

Cass nodded. They tiptoed to the bed, where Tim kept trying to get comfortable, his body sluggish, his mind in a haze. Cass gave Steph a questioning look, mouthing ‘sure?’, and Steph made a dismissive gesture. She knew everyone liked a good surprise.

They undressed, Cass following Steph’s lead, and then waited, patiently, silently, until Tim had become motionless, almost on the verge of sleep. Steph judged that he was there, that perfect state of relaxation in the limbo between dozing and unconsciousness that was perfect for cuddling. She crawled upon the bed, gently climbing over Tim in all his exhausted, naked glory, finding his head propped at an undignified angle on his stacked pillows. She gave him a little kiss.

“Mmmm?” Tim murmured, his voice hardly audible.

“Shhh,” Steph soothed, stroking his hair away from his sweaty brow.

Tim, having come around enough to realize it was Steph’s body against his, smiled weakly. He licked his lips, swallowed, and drifted off again.

Gently, ever so gently, Steph wrapped her arms around Tim, one leg around both of his as well. Tim instinctively wrapped his arms around her as well. Then she began to rock from side to side, gently, oh so gently, Tim half-consciously going along with it, until she’d rolled onto her back and him, on top of her. Again, he babbled—“Errr?”

She caressed his back, whispering nothings into his ear until he passed out again. Then Steph’s hands dipped to his ass. She gripped his cheeks in her hands, grinning as she did so—his ass felt as great as ever. She pulled gently… so incredibly gently… spreading his cheeks. Then she nodded to Cass.

Cass applied more lubricant to the strap-on she’d put on, polishing the head to a sheen as she looked at the two of them. “You don’t think he’ll be… mad?”

“No!” Steph said, barely more than mouthing the words. “Once he loosens up, he’ll love it—phrasing. You loved my finger up your ass, right?”

Cass nodded.

“And I loved it when you put that vibrator in my ass, remember?”

Cass nodded.

“So he’s gonna love this too! We just need to—ya know—be a little sneaky about it. Like he was, having two girls over while we were out.”

“Maybe more,” Cass muttered.

“More?”

“Didn’t get good look at girl in shower… could be… not alone… don’t know where Prudence is…”

“Cass, fuck his ass, now!”

Cass climbed onto the bed, kneeling astride the pair’s legs, resting her hand on Tim’s buttocks when suddenly he rolled over, pulling Steph on top of him. Unsupported, Cass fell forward, on top of Steph. Her well-lubricated dildo hit Steph’s tailbone, slipped down between her cheeks, fell to her anus, and then found itself inside.

Steph’s eyes bulged, her mouth opening to express the pain of suddenly being stretched so wide, so open, but the pain was too big to get out. She just stiffened, trembling in a full-body caress of Tim underneath her, pressed tightly between him and Cass. Her breasts flattened against Tim’s firm pectoral muscles and her back bearing Cass’s weight so she was sandwiched between them, trapped as Cass tried to get off her—but having lubed her strap-on, her hands were equally slippery, and they slicked over Steph’s back, accomplishing nothing but wiggling Cass around—along with the cock in Steph’s ass.

“Oh God, oh God!” Steph moaned. Then she looked down, having felt something brush against her leg, and saw that it was Tim’s awakening prick. It seemed thicker than ever, still slick from Promise, the skin slid back from his cockhead to unveil a purplish knot that seemed like a fist meant to punch into her body. “Oh God!”

And Steph knew she wanted it. She wanted to feel it penetrate her, thrust deep inside her, for Tim and Cass to have her totally.

“You were being honest,” Tim whispered, eyes still shut. “You do love it up the ass.”

“Yeah!” Steph gritted out. “You should try it sometime!”

“No thanks, did it once with Kon, didn’t care for it.”

“Oh, don’t joke, that would be so hoooooooot—“ Steph howled, feeling Cass stop trying to escape, instead bucking her hips. Damn ninja. Seeing her body language, knowing that the nice warm glow was returning to her loins, hand in hand with the screaming pain. And when Cass caressed her clit—forget it.

Cass’s hand brushed over her pussy, then felt the heft of Tim’s rising shaft. “You want… her pussy?” Cass asked. “Or is it… mine?”

“Oh, I want it…” Tim reached down to his cock, pulling it to Steph’s sex. “Never have minded a woman on top…”

Steph moaned, feeling the end of his organ penetrate her, then more of it, more and more and more. Aided by his hand, he pushed it all the way in, until there was nothing to keep the weight of Cass and Steph from resting on his body. Then he simply put his hands behind his head and relaxed once more.

“All yours, Cass. You can take it from here.”

And Cass did, thrusting into Steph, pushing her down on Tim’s cock, his hardness the only effort Tim provided. Steph moaned indecently, the fact that Tim was so careless and yet effortlessly bringing her so much pleasure doing more than enough to turn her on. She imagined the fleshy cock inside her pussy, the artificial one in her ass, massaging her insides, practically meeting in the middle. She was right in the center, taking Tim’s cock, Cass’s fuck. She loved it.

“Oooooh, oh!” she moaned loudly. “Fuck me. Fuck me!”

Vaguely she heard the shower door sweep open, a towel being unfurled, the bathroom door creaking as it opened fully. Pru stepped out to see the three of them in layers, one atop the other.

“Well fucking well!” she snapped. “Big surprise—a blonde who can’t get enough cock!”

“Screw you!” Steph called back. “At least I’m a natural blonde!”

“I should screw you,” Pru agreed. “Obviously you love it. Fuck her, Cassie, give her everything you’ve got. She just loves a big black dildo up her ass—dontcha?”

Steph refused to answer. Pru’s smile widened as she came over, towel around her body, to sit on the foot of the bed and watch Tim’s cock ramming in and out of Steph’s cunt, only inches from where Cass’s thick black dildo was plunging in and out like a jackhammer. Steph was jouncing up and down between them, her breasts flopping obscenely.

“That looks fun,” Pru said. “Mind if I join in?”

“The more the merrier,” Tim said, almost meditative in his enjoyment of the action of Steph’s cunt riding his cock.

“I think—I’m a little—short on holes at the moment!” Steph moaned.

“No fucking problem.” Pru opened up the nightstand, coming up with Steph’s strap-on. Steph’s eyes flared. The eggplant purple was hers.

Nonetheless, Pru dropped the towel and stepped into the harness, pulling it tight, then climbing onto the bed.

“I think this still tastes like Cass,” Pru laughed, pushing it between Steph’s lips. Automatically, Steph sucked. Her innermost flesh seemed to twist and erupt as she tasted evidence of her last playtime with Cass. She was suddenly glad she hadn’t washed it.

Steph had never been fucked so hard. She felt as though she would rip apart; she was so full of cock that it frightened her, even as it thrilled her beyond belief. She couldn’t get enough of it. The feel of Tim deeply embedded in her, while Cass was stretching the tender portal of her ass further and further, both of them going deeper, demanding more and more room. She would’ve panted wildly, begged for them to finish her off, to fuck right through her, only Pru was fucking her throat as well. And having that bitch in her mouth somehow just turned her on more.

Steph’s mind seemed to leave her body: she relaxed and floated, sublime and uncaring of anything but the glorious sensations coming into her, three in all, filling all her body. She had a dildo up her ass, another in her mouth, and a beautiful cock in her cunt. What more could a girl want—except maybe a little something in each hand. Like that cute Chinese girl passed out in the kitchen. Or whoever Pru had been showering with.

Suddenly, she came back to Earth, feeling Pru pull out of her gagging mouth and slap her face with the saliva-dripping dildo. “Say you love cock. We’ve seen it, so you might as well fucking admit it.”

“I love it!” Steph gasped. “Want Tim—in my ass—want him coming!”

“Yeah, fuckin’ A!” Pru cried, jumping down from the bed. “Cass, get off her, I want that ass full of cum!”

When Cass didn’t move fast enough—hands once again slip-sliding as she tried to anchor herself—Pru grabbed Cass by the waist and yanked her away. Steph’s asshole was stinging, almost insensate, but as Cass’s dildo popped out, she felt a stab of pain and cried out.

Pru dropped to her knees beside the bed, rolling Steph off of Tim, then pulling Tim’s cock to her mouth. She didn’t put it in her mouth, but teased and tantalizing the tip with her tongue. Tasting Steph on it.

Then she grabbed Steph and pulled her into place, Cass dutifully helping. Steph’s whole body felt asleep, pins and needles, as she was lowered onto Tim’s cock. The head slotted between the gaping gateway of her ass. Then, with a low groan, she sank down, letting inch after inch of shaft bull into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head. As much as Tim and Cass tried to control the descent, Pru pushed down on Steph’s shoulders. The last few inches disappeared between her cheeks. Steph put her hands on Cass’s shoulders and gazed into her eyes.

“So fucking good!” she sighed happily. Cass stared back at her with the strangest expression. Steph didn’t care.

She was the center of everything, being lifted higher and higher, feeling Tim flex inside her, ram in, and he shouted “I’m there, I’m there!”

His muscular body clenched as he held his cock deep inside her anus, then the hot rush of his seed into her bowels. Steph had to bite down on something; her mouth hit Cass’s shoulder and she bit into the dense muscle. She heard Pru’s voice, “Take it, bitch, take it!” Yeah, I will take it. Why not? I can’t help it. I’m just a red-blooded American girl, giving into her natural desires. Or maybe I’m some kind of perverted slut eager for cheap sex and not caring how I get it.

Either way, it felt good. She felt good. She felt perfect. Steph’s mind blanked, the exquisite pain of having her sphincter so thoroughly defeated, by an intrusion much larger than Cass’s dildo had been, pushed against the lingering pleasure that had occupied her sex so powerfully. Her cunt ran with all the cream suddenly inside it; she could feel them dripping out between her thighs, down to her ass, marking every thrust of Tim’s hard cock into her. She could not think, just feel. Fuck. In and out. Go. Hard. Harder. Pru. Cass. Tim!

“Give me every drop of that cum!” Steph babbled. “Up my ass! Tim! Tim! Shoot that hot cum! Cass, make him shoot! Make him—“

Then Pru shoved her cock in Steph’s mouth again. No, it was Cass. Had to be. Steph sucked. Her hands caressing the inside of Cass’s legs, feeling Tim’s body, cupping Cass’s ass and playing with Tim’s balls. Cass’s hands were in her hair, playing with it, running over Tim’s hands which were also gently at play. She looked down at Tim, cock in her mouth, and he stared up at her with the most tender look…

She felt his massive cock soften and withdraw from her, just as Cass slid out. Freed, Steph collapsed down to Tim’s body, and he took her in his arms. Pushed his lips against hers so she could kiss him, the little helper.

“You’re the best,” Tim whispered.

“The best fuck? The best blowjob you’ve ever had? Is my ass the… the tightest…”

“You’re just the best,” Tim said, kissing her again.

And despite the pain in her ass and the sudden tiredness that had seized her, Steph felt like she was glowing. The boy loved her. And Pru, possibly the biggest slut Steph had ever met, had clearly enjoyed their fuck together. She felt an odd sense of pride in being able to keep up with the bitch. She smiled up at Pru, who grinned back at her, and gave Cass a shove to join the two Bats already on the bed. Tim in the middle, Steph on his left, Cass on his right.

“Thanks a lot, assholes,” Pru said. “Now I’ve got to take another fucking shower.”

“Say hi to Promise for me,” Tim said. That woman loved her showers even more than Steph. He guessed she was still giving herself the spa treatment.

“Who she?” Steph asked, just as Mei came in from the kitchen, rubbing her bleary eyes. She went into the bathroom—a surprised squeak was heard from Promise—then they heard the toilet seat come up. “And who’s she!?”

“Long story,” Tim said. “Tell you when I wake up.”

“Because if you get to just grab some bitches off the street to be waifus, then I should get to choose some sister-wives!”

Mei emerged from the bathroom, wiping off her faucet-wet hands on a towel that she dropped to the floor on her way to the bed. She collapsed beside them.

“You want to choose which supervillains I marry?” Tim asked.

“I think we all should get a vote. Or at least a black ball. And maybe a suggestion box.”

“Who could you possibly want me to marry?”

Promise came out of the bathroom, still wet, a towel wrapped up in a turban atop her head. She laid down beside Mei, wiggling inward to keep from falling off the edge, and in doing so pressing her body against an annoyed Mei. Mei gave her a push; Promise gave her a shove. Cursing in Mandarin, Mei shifted inward, her butt pushing against Steph.

“How about a villainess who turns into a bigger bed?” Steph suggested.

Tim moved over to make room for Steph, also moving inward, and hugged his body to Cass, who was staring up at the ceiling.

“Tim,” she said, “you had… love?... with all these women… before we got back?”

“Yeah.”

“You ejaculate… each time?”

“Pretty much. Kinda blurs together, you know.”

“How is that… possible? Look at how much… cum… there is in Steph.”

“Yeah,” Pru snickered, emerging from her brisk shower. “Are we sure she’s just fucking one Robin?”

She lay down on the bed, atop Promise and Mei, who both cursed at her. They struggled their way into a sleeping arrangement.

“I don’t know…” Tim said. “I’m a teenage boy and I haven’t really—gotten lucky for a long time. I have reserves. Like a 401(k).”

“Maybe if you didn’t call it getting lucky,” Promise suggested.

“And I lead a pretty healthy lifestyle,” Tim reasoned. “Maybe if more guys were ninjas, they could go more rounds.”

“Maybe,” Cass conceded. “Steph still wants to fuck your butt.”

“Yeah, I know.”

***

“Mistress! We are almost discovered!”

“I know. I was watching.”

“We should end the spell now! While there’s still time!”

“No. We’ve almost got them all assembled. Just a few more now. Then the ritual can be complete.”

“Yes, Mistress, but the risks! If they realize—“

“Then I’ll be the one to deal with our old friend… personally.”