Taking a shower with Huntress.

Huntress sighed and bent over, putting one hand against the shower wall and fingering herself with the other. The shampoo in her hair sat, forgotten. “Look, it’s bad, okay? We know. Every time I shut down a seller, two more pop up. And that’s just the videos. There are pictures, too many to go through. It’s astounding I haven’t found any of me yet.”

Stargirl pushed her chest forward, into Supergirl’s grip. “You? Did—oh, yes, harder—did you get caught by the amulet too?”

“We did,” Canary sighed, “though not as bad as the others. We went on a mission, and halfway through we realized we were basically naked.”

Huntress pushed her long, dark, sudsy hair over one shoulder and looked backward. “A bunch of guys got an eyeful, plus the crooks we busted. I think—I hope—we dodged all the cameras, but there’s always a chance I missed one. The last thing I need is some creep out there jerking himself to my nudes.” Brandon grabbed her hips and pushed himself inside her, sheathing himself in one long thrust while she lowered her head and moaned so loud it echoed off the tiled walls. “After seeing their faces leering at us, I think I’d be happy if no man came within ten feet of me for a month.”

Black Canary squatted on the shower floor and spread her legs wide, softly fingering herself while Brandon **** her teammate six feet away. “They had a hard enough time looking me in the eye before,” she said, effectively pointing at her cunt and rolling her hips toward him. “The last thing we needed was to give them more material.”

“Men are perverts,” Huntress agreed as Brandon pulled one of her legs higher and higher. “Or, a lot of them. Weirdly, civilians seem to be the perviest. When I’m fighting the families, they’ll give me all the normal sexist lines, but if they ever actually have me at a disadvantage the most they do is crack jokes.” He hooked her knee on his shoulder, drawing her into a vertical split and hanging onto her thigh while he pounded her until her tits splattered the walls with stray beads of water. “Criminals are scum, but at least most of them don’t **** you.”

“Mmmmhmmm,” Black Canary melded an agreement with a toe-curling groan. “When they think you’re not looking, villains try to punch you. Civilian men try to snap a picture, or ‘accidentally’ touch your thigh.” She clutched at her thighs, pulling them even wider and humping the air. “Maybe it’s because they know we won’t slap them into next week.”

“I might. See what happens the next time some random guy lays a hand on me. Ooh, fuck!” Huntress bit her lip as Brandon spanked her, leaving a red handprint hidden behind the water flowing along her body. She leaned one elbow against the wall, propping herself up and rubbing her clit while she looked back at her equally naked teammate. Her eyes fluttered shut, and when they opened again they stared at Black Canary’s exposed body, not at the man moments away from impregnating her.

The conversation calmed for a moment, and Brandon used the time to appreciate the view. Huntress’s body might not have been on the level of Wonder Woman or Hawkgirl, but she was still a hot, naked twenty-something in the middle of a shower. Even severe features looked nice when they were contorted into an O-face, and he would much rather watch a decent rack sway in time with his thrusts than none at all. She didn’t moan much, but Black Canary did, and so did the teenage superheroes two stalls over. He recognized Supergirl’s voice moaning “yes, deeper, deeper! Get me nice and clean!” and a little of Stargirl’s response, likely muffled by something neatly shaved and leaking his cum. He almost pulled out so he could watch the show, but he did have a job to do. Instead he clenched his fists and sped up, hurrying through Huntress so he could grab Black Canary before their shower ended.

“Uhn, uhn, uhn, yeah, fuck me fuck me fuck me!” Huntress slapped the tile and gasped for breath in the heavy, hot shower air. Most of the shampoo had rinsed out, but enough remained for Brandon to run his hand through her hair and grope her breast with a slick, soapy hand. “Shit! Fuck, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cuuuummmm!” While the other women ignored her, under the impression that she was just going about her day, Huntress thrashed in his grip and let her excitement flow through her body. Her leg shook so hard it nearly flew from his grasp, and her scream in the tiny stall left a mild ringing in his ears. But he held tight, forcing her to take every drop of his seed right up against her cervix. Her pussy milked it out of him, twitching and undulating as they came together and for a few moments afterward. When he knew he was fully spent he pulled out and released her leg, and immediately she stood, stuck a finger back in her pussy, and ran her head under the faucet to finish cleaning her hair. “God, does anything feel better than a hot shower after a long day?”

“Cumming!” Black Canary ground against her fingers, drawing Brandon over to her stall. His erection flagged and his back muscles ached, but he could get off one more shot before he had to take a break.