HOW i SPENT MY SUMMER VACATION

Part 4

by Flexman

THIS STORY IS A PARODY. Batgirl and Huntress are owned by DC Comics. This is a not for profit story. No one under eighteen should read this story.

      Two days later.

      I let myself in to Bats apartment with my key. She'd be home from work in a few minutes. I waited on her couch. I heard the key in the lock and watched her walk in. She stopped cold and her eyes went wide when she saw me. For a minute we didn't say anything, I just sat there staring at the dumb look on her face.

      "Hey," I said.

      "Hi," she recovered. She dropped her bag on the chair, took off her jacket and slipped out of her shoes. I signaled her to come over. She did and we kissed.

      "Why so surprised, it's Wednesday."

      "Yeah, my mind was on other things, I forgot."

      "You look tense, let me do your shoulders." She turned her back and I began to rub. She was tense, but after a few minutes loosened up and relaxed.

      "Something you want to tell me?" I asked. Her shoulder went tense again. Her head turned to look at me.

      "No, why."

      "You look like you want to say something."

      Bats slowly shook her head. "No nothing." She tried to change the subject. She reached between my legs and started rubbing. "You're always so nice to me. It's my turn to make you feel good."

      "A little later. You're still tense, let me finish your shoulders." I continued rubbing her shoulders and neck. I looked at the clock. Hunty would be here in a few minutes, time to start. "Want to see something?"

      She smiled. "Is it something I've seen before?"

      "Yes." I reached in to my pocket and pulled out Hunty's mask and unfurled it in front of her face. Her jaw dropped and I thought her eyes would pop out of her head. The look of surprise and shock was complete. For a second she couldn't talk.

      "Is she all right, did you hurt her?" She finally said.

      "As far as I know. A little tired, but all right. Hell, she's had plenty of time to recover, we both have." I smiled. "You want to tell me about it?"

      "I needed someone to talk to; she's a good friend."

      "Whose idea was it for her to come after me?"

      "Mine, all mine," she whispered. "I'm sorry. What happen?"

      "I knew her secret identity. I already prepared Emails on her."

      "How?"

      "Your diary."

      "I never mentioned her real name in my diary."

      "You said enough about her for me to put it together."

      Tears showed in her eyes. "What are you going to do?"

      "We're going to wait until she gets here."

      Less then five minutes later the door bell rung. I opened it and Helena walked in. She wore a green windbreaker, jeans, sneaker and a grey T-shirt. She looked at me but wouldn't look at Bats. Bats kept saying she was sorry; Hunty didn't say anything. I wasn't sure what she was thinking. I locked the door. The three of us stood there in the living room, silence. Finally Bats asked, "What are you going to do?"

      "See it's like this, I'm pissed. Huntress here was going to do nasty things to my little body. I mean she bought this big knife, pliers, I even figured out what the lemons were for, if you squeeze lemon juice on a cut it hurts like hell. My feelings are hurt; it's no fun dealing with two sexually frustrated psycho bitches. I think I should just ended the whole thing."

      "No!" Bats yelled.

      "Stop it," Hunty spoke for the first time. "You're pulling our chain. This is too good a set up for you. You're not going to flush it. You bought us here because you want to make it with both of us at the same time."

      She was half right. "Yeah, that's the second thing I want to do tonight."

      "The second? What else..."

      They both figured it out at the same time. They looked at each other, then back at me. Here's my plan, Bats and I have done everything I ever fantasized about except two things. I thought about hiring a hooker to do those two things, but decided against bring any outsiders to our arrangement. Now, thanks to Huntress, problem is solved; my two fantasies? Well, Hunty is right, I want to make it with two good-looking women, what guy doesn't. But first, I like to watch two women get it on. These two women will do just fine. I mean their friends, it would be so much more personal then if they did it with strangers. I think it's going to be a new experience for them. They're friends but there's nothing in Bats diary about her having thought of this or ever wondering about how Hunty's in bed.

      "Ok ladies, this is how it'll work. You get it on, I'll watch, of course, and when I feel like it. I'll join in. Got it?"

      "You are so sick, you need help." Bats said.

      "Right, and sending Hunty here with a pair of pliers after my balls is a sure sign of perfect sanity. Enough praise already, girls strip."

      For a couple of seconds they stood there frozen, then looked at each other. Hunty started disrobing first, she removed her jacket, sat down and took off her sneakers and socks. Stood back up, unbuckled her belt, undid her pants buttons and pull off her tee shirt. She put down her pants and stepped out of them. Bats stood there staring at her. Hunty wore a black bra and thong identical to the one she wore the other night. Hunty stared back at her. This seemed to signal that it was Bats turn. Bats took off her watch first, undid the buttons of her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Undid the buttons on her cuffs, followed by the buttons of her shit front, throwing it on the chair. Her nylons came next. They now were dress in only in their underwear. It occurred to me in looking in Bats underwear draw, she didn't own any thongs or exotic underwear, so I guess Hunty's thong was probably a novelty to her. Hunty bra unsnapped from the front, she took it off like a shirt. She slip her thumbs in the sides of her thongs and pulled them down with one quick push. Again Bats just stared at her, almost mesmerized. I think she was looking at the huge nipples. Hunty didn't seem the least bit embarrassed, the way she stood there even looked a little proud. For a second, I thought I saw this thin smile on her face, but then it was gone, if it was ever there, could have been my imagination. Bats was frozen, snapped out of it and quickly took off her bra and panties. Now they were both standing there naked with identically shaved pussies. Isn't it great?

      "Ladies, to the bedroom."

      They walked, almost in single file. I swear Hunty was looking at Bats ass all the way. Maybe she always wondered what it might be like to do it with her friend. Now she was going to find out. I whispered to Bats about Hunty's sensitive nipples. I ordered them to begin by doing the long, passionate French kiss thing. In the middle of the bedroom they came together, embraced, nipple-to-nipple, bare cunt to bare cunt and lips locked. Over the next several minutes their tongues took turns shooting in each other's mouths. I wish I had my camera; it was a sight I'll never forget. After they broke off, Hunty took Bats hand and led her to the bed. She was taking the lead. Bats lay on her back and she went to work. She started on Bats feet, nibbling, licking and kissing. Bats responded; looks like I'm not the only one with a foot fetish. Hunty took Bats right leg, lifted it a bit and started kissing and licking her calf, working her way to the back of her knee. This made Bats flinch. I heard her mumble, 'Oh, Helena.' Hunty did the other leg, then began moving up. She furiously licked and kissed Bats inner thighs and it was driving Bats mad; her face was a combination of shock, lust and surrender. But then Hunty moved on again, bypassing the cunt, much to Bats surprise and temporary disappointment. Sticking her tongue back in Bats mouth, her right hand taking hold of her left breast, teasing the nipple which was all ready swollen and hard as a bullets. The other hand had moved between Bats legs, flicking her clit and then began to rub it gently. Bats pussy was soaking. Her head fell back on the pillow and she moaned, "Ooooooohhhh--ooooohhhhhh-Helena," as her friend sucked on the erect clitoris forcing Bats hips to rise off the bed. Then as Hunty's fingers moved in to penetrate her, Bats gasped and spread her long legs to give her friend better access to her hole. Bats moaned again as she thrust her exposed hips and ass against Hunty's fingers, which moved in and out of her with in a frantic pace. As Hunty pressed her body against her, Bats wrapped her legs around her Hunty's muscular body, her ankles locking around the base of her hard cherry ass. Bats lay back, eyes closed, her huge chest heaving as her vagina flood as Hunty's finger moved in and out of her, drenching her fingers with Bats juices. Bats continued moaning as she was impaled on Hunty's strong fingers and was being brought to orgasm. Then, suddenly, with another moan her body clenched and climaxed, her fluid running through Hunty's fingers over her inner thighs. Through it all, she never lost the look of surprise and awe. I don't know what she was expecting but whatever it was this wasn't it. She really looked shocked her friend was doing these things to her and could make her feel this way.

      Hunty let Bats rest for only a few minutes, then whispered in her ear, "My turn." Bats stirred slowly, taking a plump nipple between the fingers of each hand and pull them upwards stretching the huge breasts, then massaging and squeezed both while alternating her mouth between nipples. Hunty definitely looked pleased, even more so when Bats squeezed both tits together and began licking both nipples at the same time. I thought Hunty was going to have a heart attack; she was breathing like a furnace. As she struggled helplessly to stay composed, Bats ran her hands down the magnificent body, over the hard ridged stomach, then gently grasped the Huntress's pussy mound, causing her muscular legs to part. Looking stunned, she lay writhing, as her friend was free to do anything she wanted with her body. I saw Bats push her legs apart and slide a hand between them to play with Hunty's clit before plunging two fingers into her vaginal passage. Hunty began to throb, she with very aroused. Bats grabbed her ankles and hoisted them high, raising Hunty's legs in the air and spread. Bats went down on her and began to lick and nibble on her labia. The heroine groaned as her cunt flood with large amounts of cum. Her big tits went up and down, gasping for breath as her clit was licked and sucked until she was desperate. She draped her long legs over Bats shoulders and thrusting her pussy towards her willing mouth. Huntress thrashed wildly and howled as she came, squirting so much juice all over Bats face. Her cunt seemed to put out an inexhaustible supple of cum.

             I wish I had a camera or web cam, this was something to record for the ages; the two great heroines taking a night off. Wonder what all the bad guys would think. Didn't matter, it was all for me, not the Joker, Riddler, or Bane, just me. It was at this point I decided to joint in. I took my clothes off and jumped in. Hunty practically attacked my cock. She just wanted to suck and lick it forever. Bats just watched with a small, reserved smile on her face. For the next two hours I did everything I ever fantasized about with those two bitches in heat, everything I ever saw in those porns and then some. It was my first orgy and, yeah, I enjoyed it. I loved it when they both gave me an amazing tongue bath, culminating with both their tongues wrestling with my cock at the same time. I took turns fucking Bats and then Hunty. I especially liked humping Hunty's tight pussy and playing with her tits, while she was on her hands and knees with her face buried between Bats legs, frantically licking her slit. I fucked Bats ass while Hunty sat on her face. A lot of high energy, as we twisted and maneuvered around on the bed, constantly changing positions. Our bodies were sweaty tangles of arms, legs and tongues. After multiple orgasms and a lot of screaming it was over. We lay on soaked and wrinkled sheets, completely exhausted and just a little delirious. I was never been so tired or spent in my whole life; of course, I was never so happy in my whole miserable life either. I lay in the middle, a heroine to either side of me. I thought about going to the bathroom to wash up, have Bats change the sheet, before going to sleep, but I could see that was not going to happen. None of us had the energy to do anything but just laid there. Hunty had the same look she had in the warehouse, eyes closed, breathing through her open mouth, body rag doll limp. She was done for the night. Bats didn't look that much better and I really couldn't find the energy to get up either. The hell with it, I reached over Bats, flipped the lamp and dropped off to sleep almost immediately.

      In the morning we took a bath together. I stood in the middle of the tub while the two heroines lathered and scrubbed me. When they were done, I got out of the tub and ordered them to wash each other. They did thoroughly, neither spoke the whole time. Later I cooked breakfast and we ate, again neither of the ladies spoke nor even looked at each other. Weeks later, Hunty told me she had always wondered what it would be like to make it with another woman and Bats was her ideal choice, but she said she was not a lesbian and didn't really want to do that again. Naturally, I reminded her that would be my decision. Bats never mentioned that night at all.

      For the next several weeks we feel in to a pattern, a fantastic pattern, I spend three days a week at Bats apartment and two in Hunty's. I was rarely home and no one there even noticed. I had a toothbrush and clothes in each apartment. I did most of the cooking when I was there, cause I'm a better cook then either of the great heroines and I helped with the cleaning and laundry. That's when my father and sister started noticing I was missing, when the housecleaning and laundry wasn't getting done. My sister bitched, but I was getting my clothes washed elsewhere, so tough shit, fuck her. At the beginning of July, I decided I was tired of being a skinny flagpole, so I ordered Bats to become my trainer. Hey, I was cooking for her, so it was time she returned the labor. I started going to the gym and lifting weights with her. I also had her give me martial arts lessons. I think she enjoyed throwing me around a little too much. I'd complained and she laughed saying I had to learn how to fall. I'd make her pay later, with a lot of interest. I was making good money at the store. I'd go out to restaurants with each of them, they'd be dressed up looking hot in these short party dresses, which also displayed their ample cleavage. I'd go to the same restaurant one night with Bats and the next with Hunty, the waiter and matra de would be amazed. People would stare at us and wonder what was a guy like me was doing with women like them? No pretenses, we'd have our arms around each other, snuggle and kiss in front of everyone. And there was the sex, what ever I wanted I got, with their enthusiastic participation. What was different was they were now asking for it. Hunty would come home from work, I'd be sitting on the couch reading the latest computer tech journal, she strip in front of me and without say a word walk to the bedroom. She'd give me this 'fuck me' look and, of course, I'd follow. Bats would get home after one of those days at work, sit on my lap, put her arms around me and tell me she was desperate for my tender loving care. I rarely took a shower or bath alone anymore. More then once, Bats would wake me up in the morning with a blowjob; she knew I liked that. So this is what dying and going to Haven feels like, I always wondered. It was going perfect until the last week in August. Then something happened; doesn't it always?

      It was a Thursday night. I was spending the night at Hunty's apartment. The sex was good that night, hell, what am I saying, it's always good. I worked her tits and clit with my tongue, lips and teeth for almost an hour. When she was ready, I bought her legs up so she was in an L shape position and fucked her. I could see us in her bedroom mirror. There was something about looking at myself with her big feet on my shoulders while I was pumping away that I thought looked sexy. We both exploded at the same time and she screamed, as usual. It took almost twenty minutes for me to recharge. She got me hard again by cleaning my cock with her tongue. This time she rode me, while I played with her tits. This was probably her favorite position; she was loving life, on her way to her second orgasm of the night. That's the one thing both Hunty and Bats have in common in bed, they loved to be on top. One time Bats got so in to it she almost passed out. Other then that, they both had different tastes. Bats didn't like it when I titty fucked her, Hunty, with her super sensitive tits, did and didn't even care if I cum all over her face and chest. Bats loved to take it up the ass if I played with her clit and cunt a certain way, Hunty could take it or leave it. Hunty loved the L shape position, Bats preferred doggie style. I once joked with Bats that I would get around to the Black Canary, Wonderboobs and Superslut, and write a book comparing the sexual preferences of super heroines. She was not amused. Anyway, after Hunty and me were done, we washed up, killed the lights and went to sleep, or so I thought. We laid there in the dark, only light was the moon through her partially opened blinds. She had her head on my chest and her leg over mind, I felt warm all over with a lot of satisfaction, was starting to doze off. Hunty started making circles on my stomach with her nail.

      "Know what I think?" she asked softly. I didn't answer. "I think you're full of shit. I don't think there are any Emails out there waiting to go out to the Dons. I think it's all a bluff." I opened my eyes, wide-awake, but didn't comment.

      "At first I thought there was," she went on. "But now I've gotten to know you. You're clever, devious, manipulative, a little immature and very narcissistic. What you're not is a cold-blooded killer. The nice thing about being a vigilantly is you get to know about people. I've known bastards who could cut the throat of a child and not give it a second thought afterward, you're not one of them. You don't have what it takes. There's no way you would ever send that Email and put those kids in danger."

      There was silence for a moment; I didn't know what to say to that. After a while I asked, "If you really believe that then why are we here? Why sleep with me? Shit, you were on your knees not less the two hours ago sucking my cock."

      She giggled. "Why do you think? I like it. You're not exactly my idea of the man of my dreams, but you do have some very good points and you do grow on people. Let me tell you something, like Barbara, being the Huntress puts a real damper on my social life, plus I don't exactly have a winning personality. I get along fine with kids but beyond that, I don't do that well. The few dates I've had weren't too hot. As you might have notice, it takes a while to get me aroused. Most men don't have the patience. Before you, I could count the number of orgasms I've had on one hand. But now it's a regular thing. I know it's probably about ego, you feel superior when you get me to cum, but who cares, I love it. That night in the warehouse, I thought it be over in five minutes, I couldn't believe how much time you spent on me. I never experienced anything like I did that night. Don't get me wrong, if I thought you were really endangering the kids, I'd hate you, but you're not, because you can't."

      Hunty laid flat on her stomach on top of me, her chin resting on my upper chest and her black eyes staring in to mine. "I like our arrangement, but there are going to be two changes. First, stop calling me Hunty. My name is Helena, you're a smart guy, you can remember that. Second, I don't mind giving you blowjobs, under the circumstances it's the least I could do, but no more on my knees. I'm your lover, not your fuck toy."

      I didn't say anything, just stared at her. She planted a kiss on my chest, rolled off me and fell a sleep at my side snuggled close. I didn't doze off for at least another hour; I was numb. All kinds of possibilities went through my mind. What if this was a bluff on her part? Maybe she's not as sure as she sounds, just wants to see what I'll do. If I did like she wanted and stopped calling her Hunty and didn't order her on her knees anymore, that would confirm there was no Email and she'd be able to get rid of me. That speech about liking it could all be bullshit, once she was sure I had no hold over her, she could beat the crap out of me, out comes the pliers again. I could hear her laughing at me. 'Yeah, sure, I really want to fuck a geek like you. I can't believe you fell for that bullshit. You're such an asshole.' All of a sudden I wanted to get the fuck out of there, but if I split that second she might take it as sign she was right, so I didn't move. In the morning I woke before she did, slipped out of bed without waking her and went to the bathroom. I did my business, brush my teeth and dressed. I was leaving, no morning sex and no cooking her breakfast, I just had an overwhelming desire to get the hell out of there. As I was leaving, she walked out of the bedroom.

      "Where you going?"

      "Got a sales meeting at the store today, got to be there."

      "See you on Sunday?"

      "Yeah, sure." I hesitated, then kissed her and hurried out. My last image of her was standing there nude watching me leave. Those big round areoles staring at me.

      It wasn't just being scared, for some strange reason; I had no desire to go back. It just disappeared. I couldn't figure out why. It's been great being with her; she was different. With Bats, it was, I don't know, sweet, I guess. She liked her sex gentle and playful. She liked to snuggle and kiss, she loved to be pampered and even babied at times. She would melt in my arms and her eyes glaze over when she got what she wanted. With Hunty, sex was a wrestling match; she wanted everything hard. She wanted me to massage her hard, liked me using my teeth on her clit and nipples. She liked slamming me against the wall when we had sex and liked it when I slammed her back. Hunty didn't melt, like Bats, when she was satisfied, she looked like she did that night in the warehouse, beaten up, dominated, worn out. She'd lie there, eyes closed, breathing through her open mouth, her entire body limp and helpless. I felt so powerful standing over her. Now, for some reason, I couldn't get the desire to go back. I think the idea she was testing me and was going to kick my ass if she found out she was right was just an excuse. I really just didn't want to go. Maybe it finally happened, I lost my mind, passing up being with a woman like that, but what if I was right? On Sunday, I called and left a message on her machine, telling her I had to work the later shift at the store and wouldn't be able to be there and that was that. I was going to miss her a whole lot.

      Thankfully Bats filled the void. I started spending more time with her. The week in mid September, before college classes started we went to Lake Buckner. We took a balloon ride, ate launch on the pier and took a walk around the lake. We had our arms around each other and she told me how at peace she felt. That night, we had the best sex ever. After it was over, she kissed me deeply and thanked me for a "perfect day." Everything was absolutely perfect. She was so great. We lay there in the dark sleeping, exactly the same as my last night with Hunty, when a strange thought hit me. I opened my eyes like someone splashed cold water on my face. She was great, really great. I liked her, a lot. Once again, I realized the obvious. It been staring me in the face for several weeks now, but this was the first time I understood it. A great sadness and a sense of loss came over me. I knew what I had to do and it sucked big time.

      The next Friday Barbara Gordon came home from work. She did not expect Riley until after the store closed at nine. She began putting her groceries away when her eye caught sight of something on the kitchen table. She walked closer and realized what it was, her mother's jewelry. She smiled; he returned them. Then she saw the note. She opened it.

      Babs;

      As you can see, I'm returning your jewelry. I also redeposit your money in the bank and brokerage accounts. If you look in your secret closet, you'll see your costumes, database, diary and phonebook back where I found them. Below is the direction on where I stashed your cycle. I deleted all the Emails so you don't have to worry about them.

      Weeks ago when this started, I was real pissed off at you. You came within a cunt hair of destroying my life. I thought you were a bitch, a cunt, some femanazi who like to screw over men, so I wanted revenge. I wanted to take you down and teach you a lesson for fucking with me. In the last few weeks I realized I was wrong. You're not a cunt or a bitch, you're nice, actually more then nice, you're very special; screwed up, but special. I wasn't pissed anymore. Without being pissed I couldn't keep doing it to you. Don't get me wrong, I still think this super heroine stuff is stupid. Running around in a costume chasing bad guys is sure sign that you are mentally unwell, but that's your business. We all have our issues to live with; I guess this one is yours. Anyway, it's over. I won't be coming around and bothering you anymore; you're free of me. I will miss you and Hunty. I know I'll never have another shot at women like you two again and I probably should be having my head examined for doing this, but what the hell, you got to go with what feels right. Have a good life.

      Riley

      Barbara froze; she didn't know what to think or feel. She stared at the letter for several minutes stunned. Her first thought was the realization he wouldn't be coming tonight or any other night again. She mechanically continued putting away the groceries. When she was done, she stood there frozen in the middle of the kitchen, with no idea what to do next. She felt her eyes getting moist and then unexpectedly began to sob, a little at first, then uncontrollably. He was gone.

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