I Am Listening (Blue) 2 (Patreon)

Helena felt her heart pound. She knew she was way too excited by what she was listening to and tried to calm down. The thought of fucking Dick Grayson—even if someone else was doing it—was making her slit cream. God, she really was a wanton slut… and she’d care about that a lot if it didn’t feel so good.

She cupped her breasts through her skintight costume, toying with her hard nipples. Each little touch on the sensitive nubs, even with her clothing in the way, made her burn hot. She needed to get off. Thankfully, the belly cut-out in her costume made that easy. Helena stuck her hand into the window and pushed it down under the tightly adhering fabric, proudly sampling her chiseled abs before her touch reached her panties and felt her thick, black thatch.

Helena opened her legs, spreading them as wide as she could in the confines of the fire escape landing. With her other hand, she fondled her nipples. That brusque friction that had felt so intoxicating when she’d first started touching herself now seemed paltry and insignificant next to the thrill she could get from playing with her pussy. She rubbed harder at her bush—thrust her groin forward into her own hand—slipped two fingers inside her dripping cunt.

Helena bucked her ass, fingering her hole, breath coming in stunned gasps. The noise almost blocked out that of Dick and Barbara’s coupling that her earpiece was feeding her, but Helena hardly needed it. She seemed to be able to feel what they were doing, like she could see them when she closed her eyes. She knew both of them were far naughtier than they pretended to be…

***

Barbara Gordon struggled thoughtlessly, frantic and intimidated by the prospect of Dick shooting off in her mouth. She tried to spit out his rutting cock, to free her arms from his unyielding grip. She imagined an ocean of his thick, sizzling seed animating this fuck, enough to drown her, and he would spend it all right down her throat when his pleasure reached its zenith. Barbara didn’t know how much cum she could possibly swallow without choking—certainly not all that went with that steely erection he’d crammed her throat with!

“Take it, Babs!” Dick ordered her. “I’m coming and you’re going to swallow it all, you hungry little cocksucker! HERE!”

He erupted like a geyser going off, his heavy stream of cum pushing forcefully into her throat and filling her mouth, overflowing her splayed lips. It was a river, a flood, hot and creamy, leaden in its consistency, and Barbara knew that if she didn’t swallow every drop, she’d choke on it.

She gulped and tried to find time to moan around his throbbing knob. She gurgled him down and didn’t gag, though her throat had never felt so full, and a weird feeling of intimacy came over her as she felt something essential of Dick’s slide down her throat and occupy her belly.

But even with his cum marking her all the way down to her stomach, Barbara sucked for more, trying to pull another taste of him from the tip of his cock. She wanted to drag more cum all the way through his shaft, suck it straight from his balls.

Every drop made her hunger for more and the crude taste of his sperm coupled with the heated intimacy of feeling it inside her made Barbara swoon, achieving a sexual high she didn’t know she was capable of. God, her pussy hadn’t even been touched…

Dick released her now that he’d achieved his climax, but Barbara still felt under his power. She caught her fingers around the fat root of his member, holding it still for herself while she pumped her head eagerly up and down its length. She wanted even more of his cum, but there was only so much she could get from his wrung-out manhood.

Reluctantly, she lifted her mouth away from his softening cock and moved her lips down to his hairy balls. Nipping at them delicately, Barbara used her tongue to lick the musky sweat from the curly hairs that grew over his scrotum. It had a tinge of the taste of his seed, as did the wrinkled skin when her tongue trawled over it.

Dick stroked her hair. When he spoke, his voice was gentle, ushering her down from the servile high he’d brought her to. “Told you you’d like it, Babs. You’re a real nymph. Anything can get you in the mood, so long as you get enough of it. And you give a hell of a blowjob—just ate my cock like you never wanted to let it go.”

Barbara kissed the sculpted muscles of his lower belly. His cut abs intrigued her, charged her with lust, but after the explosion of lasciviousness she’d felt when he came in her mouth, it seemed more like foreplay than a sexual act. “Should I?”

Dick chuckled lightly, still petting her crimson hair, his corded stomach muscles clenching as she kissed over them. “It’s hard to say. But I’m sure that whole work-life balance would go screwy for both of us if we spent all our time with it in your mouth.”

Barbara’s eyebrows spiked upwards as she abruptly remembered just how ‘unbalanced’ her current circumstances were. Her connection to Dinah and Helena was still open, and though they weren’t saying anything, she could definitely hear heavy, heavy breathing on the other end of the line…

***

Even though the blowjob was over, Helena Bertinelli was still getting hotter. She listened to Barbara’s coos as Dick caressed her, the sound of her swollen lips sucking at his fingers, the smack of those lips as she savored the aftertaste of Dick’s cum—and Helena wanted to feel the sweet friction of Dick doing to her sex what he’d done to Barbara’s mouth.

“Are you taking good care of his cock, Babs?” she muttered, as if to make up for the quieting sounds of sex with her own filthy language. “How much cum did you get out of him, huh? Enough to fill your belly? Too much? Did it drain out of that whore’s mouth and land on your tits, land on your stomach? Maybe you should play dirty now that you’re dirty. Let him fuck you—that cunt of yours must be so wet by now—and when he’s done, have him pull out. Spurt it all over you. Cover your face like he’s finishing a paintjob. Would you like that, Babs? Knowing you’re wearing two of his loads? Mmmmm—bet you look so good with cum dripping out of your mouth…”

Helena thrust herself out in both directions, pressing head and shoulders against one set of railings, steeling her booted feet against the other. Her legs opened up and her cunt seemed to suck her stroking fingers inside it. She only took her hand away from her honeyed folds to finger her tensed clitoris, spiking her own pleasure until its intensity verged on unpleasantness.

Helena’s delight was so vivid to her, so vivacious, that it seemed to bend the city until she was in the Clocktower with Dick and Barbara, soaking up the miasma of their lust for each other. If she’d known Dinah was watching her—looking on as she worked up a sexual sweat of moans and need—she would not have been surprised.

Helena pumped her hips up into the air as if there were a man on top of her. Dinah found she liked watching this. Helena was an attractive woman, with her costume all but sculpted around her strong Italian curves, and it was a thing of ecstasy to see her sexual delirium. Helena was slutty enough to reach that peak quickly and she held onto it, knowing how to make it last. Dinah was green with envy.

One hand was down at the bottom of her costume and the other was underneath its top, pinching her nipples, making the little points taut and swollen. “Stick it in her, Dick! Don’t make her go without! That bitch needs to be fucked!” Helena moaned.

Dinah wanted to laugh at that, but she understood. She agreed. She felt her own cunt growing moist and her own hand unzipped her bodice, opening it up to the crotch, then reaching down inside it to find her pussy more than ready for the same treatment Helena was giving hers.

Grinding her hips, Dinah rubbed her sex, smearing the ample lust she discovered all over her accepting groin. Her little clit was stiff and sensitive and eagerly responded to her thumb. She quickly worked herself in a frenzy, eyes glazing over, mind consumed with hot waves of delicious rapture she knew, distantly, were the same as what Helena was feeling.

Her thighs quivered as she squatted down by the rooftop parapet that hid her from view, taking another look over the side while her fingers churned in and out of her juicy slit. At the sight of Helena, enthralled by her own delight, Dinah’s sex convulsed in a wrenching climax that gave her everything Helena had already received.

For a few moments, the irresistible pulsation of her inner muscles made her forget all about Helena, not to mention Dick and Barbara. Her body jerked and trembled in its long, rolling ecstasy—she had to lean against the parapet to keep her balance. As more delicious tremors ran through her, even that wasn’t enough.

She felt gentle hands taking hold of her body and ushering her down to the horizontal surface of the roof; their touch felt so natural that Dinah saw nothing wrong with obeying their tactile commands. She didn’t even see anything unusual about the fact that, when she opened her eyes, it was Helena looming over her, pulling her bodice’s zipper the last few crucial inches down between her legs.

Even Dinah hadn’t done that—leaving the O-ring dangling about her lower belly, so that her hand was hidden underneath her joined leathers while she touched her own cunt. Helena brought it out into the open air.

“Why don’t you let me take care of that?” Helena purred, nostrils flaring as she inhaled a deep breath of Dinah’s wet, throbbing womanhood. “No point in both of us playing alone when we could be playing with each other.”

She ran a hand up from between Dinah’s thighs to the teeth of her undone zipper as she rearranged herself, coming to straddle Dinah’s face while facing down her body. Then she lowered herself to Dinah’s own womanhood, rushing with lust and vividly scented from Dinah’s own touch. Helena didn’t bother smelling it this time. She went straight for its taste.

Helena loved having her own pussy eaten; she closed her eyes as Dinah returned the favor. She wasn’t at the most flattering angle to appreciate Dinah’s luscious beauty, but she could picture her, and Dick, and Barbara. Imagining herself surrounded by the beautiful trio who were all somehow involved in her lust; in her fantasy, the three of them fought over every inch of her skin that they could taste or feel.

And Helena tried her best to fit her sensations to her fantasizing—rolling her half-naked body against Dinah’s bare flesh, being licked and felt by Dinah in reciprocation of her own fucking. Dinah bucked and kicked in response to Helena licking at her sex, making her athletic body hard to hold onto. Helena took full advantage of being on top of the muscular fighter, grinding down on her, pinning her to the floor as much as fucking her.

The sound of Dick face-fucking Barbara was now a distant memory compared to their newfound attractions, but that voyeurism still echoed in both their minds, expressing itself in how lasciviously they both mouthed each other—as if they could somehow join in on the oral sex that had seemed so passionate to overhear.