I Am Listening (Yellow) (Patreon)

As resolved as Barbara was to let go of her past and not try to hold onto the bitter memories of her able-bodied days, she paradoxically fought for every inch of independence like a WW1 soldier. So even though she had to wrestle her way into her bathtub, and it was hardly convenient for a woman who might be called upon at a moment’s notice—Barbara refused to give up her beloved luxury of taking baths. Even if she had to wear a waterproof headset as she maneuvered her way along the stirrups to lower her insensate legs into the water.

Barbara let go of the stirrups with one hand, reaching down to grab her legs by the bindings that held them manageably together, and hoisted them so they would extend the proper way as she made the rest of the descent into the tub. Resting her ass on the floor of it and her back against the far end and her head against the little foam pillow built into the otherwise marble bowl.

As always, the steamy water felt odd. Normal and relaxing on her upper body, then numb and empty on her deadened legs. Barbara ignored it until she could grow used to the paradox once more. She quickly, efficiently scrubbed her limbs and body, lathering up with soap so that if she were called upon to ‘climb’ out of the tub unexpectedly, at least she’d be clean. When that was done, she could simply enjoy the soak—enjoy it until the water cooled.

She stiffened suddenly in the water, hearing the sound of feminine whistling. The master bathroom where her tub was located was adjacent to her bedroom, which was deep inside her suite of the Clocktower. No one she let in came there without calling her first; crossing her personal boundaries was a good way to trigger her defense systems. So either Dinah had heard the jokes about the two of them enough times to actually try it out or…

Barbara reached up to pry one of her headphones away from her ear. The whistling lessened. It was on her comlink, an open line. And, now that she knew it, the voice sounded like Kory’s.

They had collaborated shortly before Barbara signed off, stopping an Intergang kidnapping in its tracks. Only apparently the call was still going, letting Barbara hear everything Kory did through her little sub-earpiece.

Barbara slanted the mouthpiece down from its nook, nestled against the body of the headphones, and spoke into it. “Starfire, you’re still on comms. You have to deactivate the comms. Press the earpiece firmly once or just take it out, even, the line will automatically shut down.”

Kory just kept humming. Barbara wondered if it were possible that somehow her earpiece was sending but not receiving. She had enough experience with computers to know that any number of ghosts in the machine were possible.

The thought of her system being buggy was irritating enough to almost drive her out of her bath, but Barbara wouldn’t deprive herself of a rare moment of luxury for troubleshooting. She moved to take the headphones off and silence Kory that way, when she heard Kory speak--

“Hello! Fancy meeting you here!”

“Geez, Kory! Where’d you come from? Yeah, yeah, the window, I know. Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

It was Dick’s voice and it was so clear he might’ve been speaking to Barbara in person. God, that man can enunciate, she thought.

“Aren’t I a pleasant surprise, lover?”

“You’re a pleasant everything.”

“And you’re sweet. That’s why we go so well together. You look sweet. You act sweet. You taste sweet…”

Barbara heard a rustle of fabric, so close to the microphone that it could only be Kory’s costume—or what she called a costume, anyway. “Kory… God, like I couldn’t see enough of your tits already…”

“Could you?” Kory’s voice teased, sounding ever-so-slightly different without even the skimpy coverage of her costume still on her. Barbara could tell this was a woman who enjoyed being naked.

“No,” Dick admitted. “No, I can’t ever get enough of your big tits. Beautiful. Just beautiful. Come over here.”

Kory spoke coyly and Barbara could picture her covering herself tantalizingly with her hands, if not her costume—not anymore: “But maybe I don’t want you to touch my breasts. Maybe I want you to feel my cunt.”

“Maybe I want that too. Open your legs. Good, good… how do you like that, Star?”

“MMMMM!” Kory cooed. Then said: “Take your prick out, Dick! X’Hal, I want to see all of it before it’s time to bury it inside me.”

Barbara heard a zipper’s glissando. “Couldn’t stay inside here much longer anyway,” Dick panted. “You buy pants for me that are just too tight.”

“They seem just tight enough to me,” Kory retorted. “X’Hal, Dick, you’re so hard! It looks like it’s carved out of granite! I love that your prick is as beautiful as the rest of you!”

“Show me you love it, Star. Show me from down on your knees…”

Barbara lay rigid among the seething water that burned at her pores and seeped its warmth into her tired muscles. She listened, holding her breath, thinking in shock of how lewd they were. She hadn’t even known they were dating—she, Oracle—and Dick certainly wasn’t such a womanizer with her. But with Kory… he wanted Kory to kiss his big hard cock… Barbara knew how big, how hard, it was… take it between those full red lips of Starfire’s and…

“That’s it, Kory,” Dick groaned. “No, don’t try to gulp all of it down… not just yet… just enjoy it. I know how much you love having it in your mouth. Now use your hand. Rub it a little. That’s it. Run your fingernails over my balls. Gently, Kory, gently…”

“Like this, lover? How does that feel?”

“Too good for words, so get your head down, will you? Suck it, you slut, suck all of it!”

I can’t listen to this anymore, Barbara told herself. It was sick to be listening to it… outrageous… insane! But the only action she took was to keep lying in the warm water, breathing steadily. She felt the pit of her stomach clenching involuntarily—a rolling, churning motion as she kept listening to what Kory’s earpiece was unknowingly picking up.

“There… ahhh… that’s good, Kory, your mouth feels like warm butter on my cock! Oh God, that’s… fuck… that’s so good!”

“MMMMMMMMMPHH!”

“You know how to… ghhh! How to take care of it… once it’s in your mouth… oh shit, you really know what to do when a man’s fucking your face! You love the taste of cock, don’t you? Oooohhh… don’t you… ggghhhh… Kory!”

You slut, you slut, you slut! Barbara screamed silently, not sure if she was directing it at Kory for pleasuring the man she cared for so greatly or at herself for listening in, long past the point of curiosity and well into voyeurism.

She looked down at her breasts and saw that her nipples were stiff, jutting up from the rounded hills below like the voices that seemed so close to her might give them some attention too. And a tender ache glowed between her legs—Barbara wasn’t sure whether she should be grateful to feel that much from her lower body or revolted at where it had come from. She was actually getting off on the love of her life being with another woman!

Barbara took her hand off the side of the bathtub and touched one of her nipples, then pulled her hand back quickly. Her own touch had intensified the throbbing in her pussy. Her entire body quivered; she was grateful it was hidden from sight underneath the warm water.

“Oh God, Kory, suck it… that’s it!” Dick groaned into her ear. “Yes, that’s right, that’s… hnnngh… milk it dry, you hot little cunt… suck me until you get my load… unnhh!”

Barbara’s mouth was dry. She ran her pink tongue over her lips, trying to somehow rid herself of the arid feeling inside it—one she knew was nothing like what Kory was feeling right now, his cock in her mouth, seeping precum all over her lashing tongue.

Yes, that was it: Dick was sitting down, his legs open, with Kory kneeling between them. Her long, voluminous hair covering not just her bare back, but flowing over Dick’s lap and legs like a pool he was slowly sinking down into it. She wouldn’t let go of his swollen shaft, not when it had all the cum in his bloated balls to offer, so Kory would lock it in her mouth, pumping her face on it, up and down, up and down, up and down…

A sudden jolt of shame made Barbara flush a lurid crimson. She really was a bitch, thinking about another woman’s man, working herself up to a boil with no compunctions… she didn’t care how wrong it was anymore. She only needed release, needed it feverishly…

“That’s it, that’s iiittt! Squeeze my balls, Kory… feel them throbbing… Christ, I’m almost there… suck it harder, Kory… harder… harder! AAAGGGHHHH!

Barbara started to massage her right breast, slowly, rhythmically, letting the sound of Kory’s blowjob be the main thing working on her. She was sorry, impossibly sorry, but her mind blocked out all the ways this was a bad idea, leaving only the urgency of her need. She had to relieve herself of this immense arousal the two of them had given her. And they were the only ones who could get her off…

As she kneaded her breast, she avoided the nipple at first, instead cupping her rounded flesh in her long fingers. Whirlpools of desire electrified her insides—suddenly taking her passion to a whole new, addictive level… now that she was giving her lustful body something to work with instead of just letting it react to the obscene thrills of sharing in Dick and Kory’s lovemaking.

She thumbed her nipple; it felt hard as a diamond. Barbara rolled the ball of her thumb across the erect nub, furthering the rising surge of sexual frenzy she felt between her legs and all over her creamy skin.

Supporting herself with elbows against the sides of the tub, Barbara arched her back, forcing her hips up. Her stomach and her pubic mound kissed the surface, dripping with more than just water. She pulled her left leg up and out until it was hooked over the lip of the tub, opening up the lips of her pussy. And she kept massaging her wildly heaving breast, teasing the nipple, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger until it surged like a little orgasm put into flesh.

“I’m going to come, baby!” Dick cried. “Suck it, Kory, suck-suck-suck-suck! Ggghhh, I’m coming, I’m… AAAHHHH!

Barbara couldn’t stand it anymore. Her free hand splashed down into the water, setting it into a maelstrom while she touched her own moist flesh, rubbing her slit from where it lay in the water to where it emerged. And as she rubbed the cooling water into her boiling cunt, the slipping and sliding of her flesh against itself very felt, very good. Her labia swelled with a rush of blood, her clitoris becoming stiff and tingly.

Her index finger ran fleeting over her trembling clit and Barbara gasped, suddenly surging towards release. She crossed over her clit again, panting in delighted abandon, her body thrashing her bathwater and her fingers digging into her breast, releasing it, then molding it even harder. Her finger rubbed faster and faster and faster on her tender clit, blanking her mind of all her recriminations, all her sanity. Nothing existed for her but the delicious swelling of her orgasm. And then it arrived.

She came like a madwoman, her hips flailing wildly, beating the water into a froth. Waves of it sloshed over the side of the tub and splashed to the ground—inside Barbara, one shockwave after another seized her twitching folds, bursting in her with pinwheels of kaleidoscopic color lighting up her shut eyelids.

She cried out in ecstasy so acute it was like a shock of pain: nothing relaxing or freeing about it. Barbara felt like she’d been whipped to the point of rapture, forced to it by some unspeakable convulsion that now totally possessed her.

As her climax ebbed, her ass sank back down to the cupping marble of her tub. Her hand stilled but didn’t come away from her sex. Barbara lay where she was, not moving, her eyes closed tightly while her quaking chest rose and fell spasmodically. She heard only the shimmering voices from her headphones…

“Jesus, Kory, there’s no one who sucks prick like you. No one! You must have every last drop of cum in your belly!”

Kory tittered. “I’m glad you liked it, lover. But I’m not such a master at oral sex. I think you’re just as good…”

Dick laughed in turn. “Kory, I didn’t get with you for your subtlety. Let’s go somewhere we can stretch out and I can return the favor. And then I’m going to give you a fuck like you’ve never had before. That’s a promise.”

“You go on ahead; light the candles. I’m getting a glass of water to wash all that down. I know you don’t find your seed as tasty as I do.”

“Hey, more for you, right? Don’t take too long…”

And Barbara heard Dick’s footsteps dwindle into the distance.

I’m such a cunt, Barbara thought to herself. Lying in the halved bathwater her convulsive orgasm had left behind, listening to Dick and Kory’s cute domesticity, she felt like more of a pervert than ever. She didn’t know how she’d ever make it up to them… how she’d even explain it to them. But she needed to come clean, needed to…

“Did you enjoy the show?” Kory asked.

Barbara started. Kory had spoken with such intent that it sounded as if it were directed—right at her.

“I enjoyed performing,” Kory continued. “Maybe you’re not even listening to this… maybe you broke the connection the moment you realized what was happening… but I don’t think you did. I hope you didn’t. So, why don’t you tell me what you’d like me to do with Dick when I go into that bedroom?”

For the first time in a while, Barbara had no idea what to say.

But that changed quickly.