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With the decision made to reconnect with Dick, Barbara felt as though she’d awoken from some hard dream, one that had totally erased her old life and now, it took time for the memories to pour back in. So much had happened in her time with Dick. She didn’t know exactly what to think. Was she so beautiful, so tempting, that he couldn’t resist her? Why did she keep finding her way back to Dick and Dick to her? Was it her body? Her mind? Their shared history?

Barbara didn’t really care; she was sure about one thing. Dick completely turned her on. She couldn’t help herself with him and she didn’t want to. Even if he asked her to fuck on one of the rooftops they brooded on, in the middle of the Batcave, or across the seat of her motorbike, Barbara wouldn’t have hesitated. Any kinky thing Dick asked of her, she’d gladly do.

She loved all of it, loved him, loved how he made her feel. Just thinking about being back in a position where their sex life was once again thrumming with energy, ready to thrust its way to the forefront at any moment… it turned her on recklessly. Barbara was so aroused, she felt as though she was virtually daring Dick to just start doing it to her the moment she came to him.

She thought of how crazy he was about her ass and shivered, remembering how he had licked her back there, up and down between her buttocks, then spiraling his tongue on her anus. It was enough to make Barbara’s inner folds writhe. Clearly, she should’ve acted on these feelings a lot sooner.

She held onto the box of chocolates and the bouquet of flowers in her hands for dear life. Once she was with Dick, in private with him, those little conversation pieces would be the only shred of decency protecting her. If it weren’t for them, she might just pick the lock and traipse around Dick’s apartment naked as a jaybird. But that was more Dick’s game. He liked being the one to get her out of her comfort zone and Barbara liked being the one in it, waiting for him to tempt her away.

She was so absorbed in her anticipation, in her mingling of memories and fantasy, that she believed the sounds she heard as she approached Dick’s door were her own imaginings until she made out Kory’s voice. She recognized the woman’s lilting tone just as she pressed the doorbell…

“Oh, X’Hal, flood my tight fucking cunt, Dick—spurt that sweet cum into my hot little pussy and claim your lover once more!”

Barbara stopped cold: pausing, as it happened, with her finger on the buzzer. Kory was quite obviously coming, orgasming a fitting excessive amount for such a voluptuous woman, and Barbara doubted that she was enjoying a fantasy. No, that was the sound of Dick’s handiwork, and Kory was loving it every bit as much as Barbara had wanted to.

Belatedly realizing the sound she was adding to the cacophony with her finger on the button, Barbara jerked her hand back. Now there was no sound at all coming from the apartment—or maybe she just couldn’t hear it beyond the blood surging in her ears.

She froze. Expectation had clashed so violently with reality that Barbara couldn’t reconcile the two; couldn’t see how her loving reunion with Dick had turned into her eavesdropping on Kory enjoying an orgasmic fuck that should’ve been hers!

She tried to come up with a new plan, even just to leave, but it was impossible for her to think so mundanely when Dick and Kory’s relationship had such a monopoly on her thoughts. What did Kory have that she didn’t? What did Dick see in her? And what had Barbara ever done to deserve this?

All she wanted was Dick and he’d been grabbed up, not by someone she could compete with, but with an unattainable feminine ideal, a pure fantasy. Sexual and voluptuous and endlessly nurturing. Barbara couldn’t even hate Kory, the bitch. She practically wanted to date her too.

She heard the shower start up inside the apartment, pipes rattling through the hallway she was in. That was it then. Dick and Kory were probably under the showerhead right now—if Kory could fit under it—washing each other up the same way Barbara had used to do with Dick.

Barbara couldn’t even try to wish them well. What was the point? They were going to enjoy each other anyway, Dick with his chiseled physique and Kory with her perfect body. Christ, even watching them together would probably be better sex than Barbara had been getting recently. And she’d been looking forward to enjoying that same sweet fucking Kory had been getting. Goddamn it, what was the point?

What really got to Barbara was that she’d been so keyed up, so anticipating being on the receiving end of that prick Kory had come all over, that hearing Kory’s climax had actually turned her on more. Barbara would never admit it, but before her mind had caught up with her body and pointed out how this meant Dick was no longer hers to take, she’d nearly come—just picturing Kory in her orgasmic state and how Dick had fucked her to that glorious delirium.

Barbara just about had enough resolve to finally leave, quit feeling sorry for herself, put the whole fucking incident behind her—then the apartment door swung open. Kory stood there, wearing only a jacket and a set of panties. The panties were hers: skimpy as they were, they fit, translucent fabric only giving a shading of how red and swollen her cunt was, how it was stuffed with Dick’s abundant cum. Barbara turned away before she could let herself look for a hint of white in the muted pink of her hidden sex.

The jacket, though, was Dick’s. It must’ve been well-tailored, for though it would’ve fit his slender body, it was too short for Kory’s statuesque frame and ample breasts. They pushed out the front of the jacket, making it impossible to zip up, the lapels falling to either side of her immodest cleavage, failing even to hide her ruddy nipples. It was as if the frayed black leather couldn’t stand up to the glowing golden tan of her body, which overflowed its dully colored confines.

The only covering Kory’s chest really had were the locks of her voluminous hair that fell in front of her shoulders, coming down Godiva-like to lusciously tease the full sight of her already overwhelming tits. Barbara could already see almost everything, but the iota of modesty made her instinctively long for more, a fuller look at Kory’s supple body.

Her forelocks fell down to her belly, taut but lavishly soft in the way of Marilyn Monroe, full-bodied but not what even a madman would call fat. The hair actually went lower than her borrowed jacket, which was only long enough to cover a few ribs. And between her legs—Barbara looked again for sign of Dick’s eruption within the hazy concealment of Kory’s panties—could be seen more of her magnificent mane, falling behind the plentiful ass that Barbara could only assume her panties showed off as richly as the rest of her body was on display.

“Barbara! What a wonderful surprise!” Kory chimed, her voice lilting with her usual Disney-princess-happy musicality. “You must be here to see Dick, since you had no way of knowing I’d be here. None that I’d know, at any rate. But then, I’m not a detective like you and Dick are.”

She sounded genuinely pleased to see Barbara, which only made her feel more awkward. Dick and Kory’s happily charmed life. She felt like an ass to be intruding on it. And trying to seduce Dick—what was she thinking? What guy would take her over even the most on-again, off-again relationship with a goddess like Kory?

“I…” Barbara began. “I…”

“You must come in. Dick and I just finished making love. He probably wouldn’t like it if I were out in the open not totally dressed, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you saw me even totally naked. He holds you in very high regard, you know.”

And just like that, Kory had pulled Barbara inside. The door shut behind her. Kory took the flowers from Barbara’s hands and smelled them lavishly.

“And these are lovely. Dick could stand to learn a lesson from you. He’s in the shower now. He likes to get clean after we have sex; it’s understandable. I’m very ebullient with my juices when I climax and I’m sure you know how good Dick is at making a woman climax! Not that he doesn’t work up a sweat himself!” Kory lowered the flowers from her face slowly. “But you didn’t know I was here, did you? So these flowers must be for Dick. Just like those chocolates.” Kory brightened suddenly. “Barbara, are you here making a romantic overture?”

“I… well…” Barbara dropped her eyes. This time she thought she saw a wink of white at Kory’s lower lips, finally escaping from however deep Dick had spurted in her. “Yes. I am,” she admitted.

“How splendid!” Kory clapped her hands, accidentally shaking loose a number of petals from the bouquet still in her grip. “Of course you know what an excellent lover he is, but I think I’ve really been a good influence on him. As you’ve been, no doubt, but there’s only so much a woman can do, isn’t there?” She gave Barbara a conspiratorial wink. “Dick’s been very willing to put aside his bad habits and expand his horizons. He’s so much more open now, more trusting, more free with his emotions. I’m certain he’ll make an excellent mate for you.”

“An excellent…” Barbara blinked. “What are you talking about?”

Kory’s luminous green eyes widened a shade, mirroring Barbara’s surprise. “Why, you dating him, obviously. You said that’s why you came here. But I hope you’re willing to share your chocolates. You brought so many of them and with the physiques you two have, I’m sure both you and Dick watch your weight…”

“Yeah. Sure. Have all you want,” Barbara chirped in gormless shock. She sharpened, her own green eyes narrowing. “I heard you.”

“Hmm? When?” Kory asked, looking around the apartment. She spotted a vase and made a quick flight to it, dropping the flowers inside.

“Just now.” Barbara’s detective DNA took over and she couldn’t resist rubbing in the clues she’d gathered. “When he came inside you and ‘claimed his lover.’”

Kory assumed a dreamy smile. “Oh yes. He’s very good at that, isn’t he? It’s one of my favorite parts of the whole experience. I’ve recommended to Dick certain herbs he can use to make his output more profuse; it really improves an already great time. I trust you won’t mind him continuing to take them—he’s really grown to like the taste with his pad thai and chicken tikka masala—but if it’s an issue, I’m happy to make allowances.”

Barbara heard the shower still running, the reminder that the man they were… were they fighting over him?... was still in the apartment, fresh from giving Kory the orgasm or orgasms that had to have something to do with her insanely good mood.

It pissed her off. “Look lady, he’s your boyfriend! He’s sleeping with you! And now you want me to date him?”

Kory looked confused, shaking off her contentment. “Isn’t that what you want? Why you came here? Or was it just to share the flowers and the chocolates?”

“No, it wasn’t…” Barbara gritted her teeth a moment, then forced her head to nod and her lips to part. “I did come here because I wanted Dick, but he’s yours. I get it. He’s with you now. I can’t have him. It’s fine.”

Kory’s brow furrowed in true befuddlement. “Why can’t you have him?”

“Because he’s with you! Because he just fucked you!”

Kory blinked her so-green eyes. “So?”

“So!?” Barbara repeated incredulously. “So he can’t fuck us both at once!”

Kory planted her hands on her hips challengingly. “Are you doubting my beloved? He pleased both I and Donna Troy at once, and I assure you, she has far more stamina than you.”

“Than… Donna Troy?” Barbara asked, outrage gone, now completely lost.

“And Raven… though the three of us weren’t meant to have a long-lasting arrangement, she still greatly enjoyed having the two of us initiate her into sexual pleasure. She came for him—as did I—many, many times! Dick satisfied her perfectly and I was satiated too.” Then Kory’s anger melted into a fond, melancholy look. “Though Raven had her part to play in that… oh yes… we taught her to give as well as receive… if only we were more compatible…”

Barbara felt a keen sense of curiosity, hearing Kory’s revelations… a sharp pang of arousal… she almost forgot herself, listening to the melody of Kory’s accent, and asked to hear more. Then her lovelorn disappointment reasserted itself.

“I’m not talking about having a threesome. I’m sure Dick is perfectly fine at handling himself under those circumstances—“

“Oh, he didn’t have to handle himself,” Kory interrupted. “Both Donna and Raven were very adept at assisting me in his fulfillment. But you don’t know that already? I thought you were Dick’s first love. Didn’t the two of you ever take another lover?”