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Helena Bertinelli put on a pair of gauzy bikini bottoms, then a cool summer dress over them. Her nipples strained against the dress’s cleavage, as she wore no bra, and the skirt was high, swirling about her legs. But she hardly thought anyone would mind. This was Paradise Island.

She had come here before, to relax and try to learn to keep her temper in check, let go of her rage. With some help from Big Barda and Wonder Woman herself, she’d managed it. Now she was part of a team again, even if it wasn’t the Justice League—the Birds of Prey were a better fit for her anyway. She’d let go of some of her violent nature without letting go or denying her anger. And now she’d de-stress again, not letting her anger at the viciousness and cruelty of the outside world drive her into her head again.

For a long time, she simply laid on the sands of a pristine beach, stretching out her long legs until the dress’s hem barely covered them, daring the waves to lap at her toes. She didn’t sun herself so much as just enjoy the ocean air, the cool breeze carried off the waves, the sands under her toes and against her body as fine and as delicate as a feather being drawn up her skin. It was paradise.

Then a shadow fell across her. She opened her eyes. Bruce Wayne was standing over her, dressed as casually as she had ever seen him—a sleeveless tee that said ‘Property of the Gotham Academy Athletics Department’ and frayed, worn cut-off jeans. She supposed he had to wear something when he exercised. 

“Bats,” she greeted.

“Helena,” he retorted.

Her dress had ended up around her lap somewhere in her napping, showing off her panties, and those were skimpy enough that a few wispy hairs showed around the crotch. Helena didn’t mind. She kept her hands behind her head, reclining into their grip.

“I didn’t think you’d come here to relax. Doesn’t seem like your vibe. No one’s teeth to punch out.”

Bruce’s lips quirked with the unsaid ‘look who’s talking’. He crouched down beside her knees, his eyes raking over her, the same intensity the Batman had always glared at her with. Not disapproval now, but something equally scrutinizing. 

“Do you enjoy it?” he asked her. “Massages and champagne fountains?”

“I do,” Helena told him. “I’m very relaxed.”

“You don’t look it,” he said to her. “You look tense. Tight.”

Then he reached between her legs, pinched one of her pubic hairs between his fingers, and pulled on it.

“Are you tight?”

She trembled. He had not pulled hard enough to hurt her, but he had made a twitch come to her sex. Helena sat up in shaking pleasure as he lightly ran his hand up her thigh. She saw his cock was bulging inside his shorts. 

“You can’t think that I like you,” she said, lying there paralyzed, a cold sweat holding her. “That all our arguing is just some sexual tension between us. That I want to—that I’d want you to—“

“Are you tight, Helena?”

“Find out,” she told him.

He unzipped his fly, but did nothing more. That he left to her. “Reach in there,” he said. “Take it out. Hold it. Make it grow. It loves to have a woman’s lips sucking on it. You’d see, if Diana were here.”

Helena licked her lips and swallowed hard as her hands closed around a cock so heavy and so thick, it made everything else seem like a child’s toy. She tugged at him and lifted it out. Her mouth fell open in astonishment, disbelief. She had never seen so huge a cock in her whole life! It swelled and throbbed, inching its huge round head along her open palm as it grew longer and thicker.

“This… this has to be ten inches long,” Helena breathed. “And hard as steel! Can Diana take all of this?”

“Yes. All of it. You will too. You’ll see. But not till I fuck your beautiful pussy and make you come.”

Helena reluctantly let his enormous cock slip out of her hands and stood up shakily. Bruce reached into her filmy red dress, putting his fingers around her breast and squeezed until there was a response in the flesh. Helena slipped away the shoulder straps, letting the dress float to the ground, standing naked before him. 

He touched her pussy. One finger entered her and the lust grew inside her as if it had always been there. She saw his cock, all the way up as he shed his shirt and pants.

“I want you.” He pulled her to his body for a kiss, touching his hard-on to her cunt.

“Mmmmm, yes!” She shoved her breasts to him and held his muscular ass with both hands, grinding her sex against his prick, desire filling her until she didn’t know how she could hold it all in. “Bruce!”

***

Diana stirred her tea, wondering if Bruce had seduced Helena yet. She’d always thought the two would make a good pair, with Helena an excellent Amazon as long as her aggression was tempered. Mastered, one might say. And Bruce was something at that. Almost as good as her.

The doorbell rang. Diana put her cup of tea down and went to answer it. Once she’d opened it, she saw Helena Bertinelli standing before her.

“Helena,” she greeted warmly. “How can I help you?”

“I have something to tell you,” Helena said simply, and barged in.

As she walked in, Helena glanced at Diana’s breasts. Christ, they were nice-looking. Almost as good as her own. Only… better. And her figure was so sexy for all the muscle she had.

“You can of course tell me anything,” Diana said. “Is this about Bruce?”

“Yes!” Helena chirped, surprised. “How’d you know?”

“I told him you’d be receptive to his making overtures, and he said he was going to see about seducing you. I assume you were seduced?”

Helena threw her head back in shock. “Jesus Christ, lady! Bruce said you two weren’t exclusive, but that’s—that’s just…”

“What are you doing here if not to tell me about it?”

Helena smiled to herself; it was Diana that did it. She could see why Bruce was in love with her. Those nice, lean thighs. That skinny waist between full breasts and curvy hips. She could’ve been a model. 

“Tell me about it,” Diana said, still friendly, but with a bit of firmness in her voice. “I know you want to.”

“Bruce did come to visit me,” Helena began, but her voice was unsure. It wasn’t that she was ashamed, it was that it was Diana. She could feel her own attraction for the woman going, which was weird because she was practically the only straight woman on the Birds of Prey. At least, she had been… “He told me I could take his cock out and it was so big, he was so hard, I’d made him so hard…”

Diana felt tingles. It was good to know Helena had enjoyed herself. She walked closer to her, trying to make her more comfortable. “Would you like a drink?”

“No.” Helena had to make some sense out of herself. “He—Bruce, that is—I was flashing myself at him, just a little you know, like you might moon someone, but he started to touch me…”

“How?” Diana asked.

Helena’s lips pressed toward. “He touched my breasts…”

“How?” Diana insisted.

Helena felt the offer of it burning in her blood. She searched Diana’s face for some hint, some telltale sign to reveal her thoughts. She saw only the same graceful poise as ever. Fuck it. If Bruce and Diana wanted to play games with her, she’d play them right back.

Her daring attitude lasted just long enough for her to reach out and put her hands on Diana’s breasts. She was barely able to squeeze for fear of just how soft and perfect they would feel. “Like this, kind of. And he did it real soft… real nice… slow…”

She felt Diana’s nipples get hard. That, more than anything, convinced her to stroke Diana’s tits as she so desperately wanted to.

Diana breathed loudly, reminding Helena to talk.

“And then he ran his fingers down my legs.” She did that, too, and Diana closed her eyes and licked her lips.

“What else did he do?” Diana asked softly.

Helena’s voice burned. “He put his fingers on my cunt and rubbed it gently and…”

Diana put her hands on Helena’s breasts; the sudden pressure robbed her of breath and made speech impossible. Her nipples stiffened into Diana’s palms. In a shuddering spasm of desire, Helena cupped her hands over Diana’s to tighten the contact. Then, almost shaking apart with anticipation, she loosened her grip and guided Diana’s touch down her rib cage. Across her belly. And lower still…

“Ohhh…” Helena groaned as Diana touched her, touched the parts of her Bruce had left sore. 

She sank to her knees and Diana followed.

***

While they were enjoying eating each other out, they didn’t hear the door open. They didn’t hear it close either.

Bruce looked at the two of them caught up in the most sensual orgy he’d ever seen. His erection formed impossibly fast. Just the sight of those two naked body, piled on each other, was an instant turn-on. Their juices flowed and flowed.

“I want more of your pussy,” Diana breathed as she sipped tenderly.

Helena was only too happy to provide it. “Suck on my cunt, princess! That’s… that’s it… harder… suck harder!”

And because she couldn’t stand Diana not being as overcome as she was, Helena fingered her as she licked her cunt. Her chin was dripping with cream, but for the first time in her life, she loved it. Her hands explored Diana’s body, up her flat ivory stomach to squeeze the plump tits bobbing up and down. The nipples were as stiff as could be. Diana sighed and shoved her clit to Helena’s lips.

“Gulp it down,” Diana told her, lapping up fresh evidence of Helena’s multiple orgasms. “We’ll both get drunk on this!”

“Keep going… don’t stop, goddamnit, don’t stop!”

But Diana did stop, just long enough to look up and fix Bruce with a glare. “Hurry up and join us. You started the fire, you need to help put it out.”

Somehow Helena wasn’t shocked to see him either. “Come on down and grab a seat, rich boy.”

“I’ll do just that,” Bruce said, aiming his cock at the intersection of Helena’s sex and Diana’s tongue. He shoved it in all the way, Diana licking every inch of it as it entered Helena. Helena tried to distract herself from being stretched out for the second time by burying her mouth in Diana’s cunt.

“Love this pussy,” she said, stopping for a breath.

“You have a nice pussy too,” Diana said.

The praise fell on deaf ears. Helena was just trying to keep up, licking as she saw licked and taking Bruce’s cock as best she could. When she came, all bets were off. And she came frequently. 

Finally, it took Bruce’s cock in her face to realize he had pulled out of her. Diana was still licking her and she didn’t seem to be able to stop coming.

“Suck it,” Bruce told her. “It’s got Diana all over it.”

At first, she didn’t know if she could, but Diana was making her hot and it was the least she could do. She licked the head and the juices smeared on it from Diana’s sex.

“That’s it,” Bruce husked. “Blow harder. Suck it to the root.”

Helena attacked it, kissing it and sucking on it. She was getting excited doing it too. Strange, as every other time she’d tried oral sex, she’d hated it. Now she wanted him to come in her mouth. To taste his cum.

“That’s it!” Diana said. “You’re wonderful! Keep going! Show me how good you’re going to make me come!”

Diana was bucking and heaving, shoving her pussy into Helena’s face so she could lick that too. But she never stopped lapping at Helena’s cunt, drinking down the juices as if they were sweet nectar.

They were.

“Bruce, shove your cock down her throat,” Diana told him.

“Yeah, ram it in!” Helena cried. “Show me how hard I made you!”

Bruce took hold of her head, poised himself at her open mouth, and simply impaled her throat with his hardness. Helena gagged, but it didn’t affect things one bit. He was in her mouth. He was in her gullet. She was swallowing him without even realizing it.

“Here it comes,” Bruce said. “You’ve got to swallow every drop of it before you get anymore fucking.” And he let himself explode in her mouth.

At first, Helena thought she could handle it, but the taste of him was so strong, so powerful, and there was so much of it, even more than there was of his cock. She wanted to spit it out, but Diana came to the rescue.

“Here, let me,” she said, pushing Bruce aside, and put her tongue into Helena’s mouth to replace Bruce’s cock. She kissed some of his seed away as Bruce continued to come, splattering their hair, their faces.

Helena got hot again, feeling him smear her face, Diana’s tongue in her mouth, licking up his cum so she wouldn’t have to swallow it. Then Bruce’s cock was in Diana’s mouth, plunging in deeply. Diana gurgled and gulped. Her sweet lips pulled at his cock, streams of silvery cum running down her chin as he kept coming. Helena returned the favor, using her slurping tongue to gather the cum while Diana nursed on the fiery cockhead, coaxing more out.

Bruce switched and fed Helena a mouthful. This time she was used to it. Her lips slid down to the hilt of his cock, then drew back up, turning outward as she sucked on his thick shaft. Diana licked his balls, then ducked down and kissed Helena’s nipples for a moment, reminding the Italian of how stingingly erect they were. Her whole body was burning, resonating, sex in every pore, and any touch reminded her of that. She was coming with every particle of her being.

Cum ran down Helena’s chin as it flowed from her lips and a creamy cascade soaked into her cleavage. Diana tongued it up from between her breasts, then slid up to take her turn on Bruce’s cock again. And as she did, she reached over to Helena’s thighs.

Side by side, the women shared Bruce’s dripping cock, fingering each other as they did.