The masquerade ball was still in full swing downstairs, the music pulsing through the grand mansion. Clyde and Diana (Wonder Woman) had slipped away to the private suite for an incredible hour of passion, but they weren’t quite ready to rejoin the party yet. Diana was lounging against the luxurious pillows in nothing but her golden tiara and a silk sheet, tracing lazy circles on Clyde’s massive chest, when a soft knock sounded at the door.
Diana raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Expecting company, cowboy?”
Clyde shook his head, pulling on his pants just enough to stay decent. “Not at all.”
When he opened the door, there she stood.
Barbara — dressed as Batgirl. The costume was sinfully perfect. A sleek black and purple bodysuit hugged every curve of her athletic, toned body. The material was tight enough to showcase her perky C/D-cup breasts, narrow waist, and an incredibly firm, heart-shaped ass. Her fiery red hair spilled out from under a sleek cowl with pointed bat-ears, and a yellow utility belt cinched her hips. Long, powerful legs were accentuated by heeled boots. She looked dangerous, sexy, and confident.
Barbara’s bright blue eyes flicked from Clyde’s half-dressed, muscle-bound frame to Diana lounging on the bed behind him. A slow, playful smirk crossed her lips.
“Well… I was looking for the big cowboy everyone’s been whispering about,” she said, voice smooth and teasing. “Seems I found him and Wonder Woman. The rumors didn’t do you justice, Clyde.”
Diana sat up, letting the sheet slip slightly, clearly intrigued. “And who might you be, little bat?”
“Batgirl,” Barbara replied, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation and closing the door. “I saw you two disappear together. Figured the real heroes were having a private after-party.” Her gaze dropped boldly to the massive, heavy bulge already reforming in Clyde’s pants. “Mind if I join?”
Clyde looked between the two stunning women, ever the gentleman. “Only if you’re both comfortable with this, darlin’. I don’t want anyone feeling left out or pressured.”
Both women exchanged heated glances and smiled.
“Oh, we’re very comfortable,” Diana purred, beckoning Barbara closer.
The energy in the suite instantly became electric.
Barbara moved with purpose, kissing Diana first — a deep, exploratory kiss that made Clyde’s cock twitch visibly. Then she turned to him, pressing her body against his massive frame. Her hands explored the ridges of his abs and thick pecs as she pulled him down into a hungry kiss.
The three of them stripped each other with growing urgency. Batgirl’s bodysuit was peeled off slowly, revealing smooth, pale skin and a perfectly toned, athletic body. Diana’s remaining costume pieces joined the pile on the floor.
When Clyde’s enormous 12-inch, wrist-thick cock was finally freed again, Barbara’s eyes widened with raw lust.
“Fuck… they weren’t exaggerating,” she whispered, dropping to her knees beside Diana. The two heroines worshipped him together — licking, sucking, and stroking his massive length in perfect sync. Diana took the head into her mouth while Barbara licked and kissed down the thick shaft, occasionally kissing each other around his cock. The sight was almost too much.
Clyde groaned deeply, his big hands gently resting on their heads.
He laid both women on the bed and took his time pleasuring them. He ate Barbara’s tight, shaved pussy with slow, powerful strokes of his tongue while fingering Diana, then switched. Their moans filled the room as they kissed and played with each other’s breasts.
Barbara was the first to take his cock. She straddled him, gasping loudly as she worked herself down onto his massive girth. “Holy shit… you’re splitting me open,” she moaned, her athletic body trembling as inch after thick inch disappeared inside her. The bulge in her toned stomach was unmistakable.
Diana straddled Clyde’s face, grinding against his eager tongue while watching Batgirl ride. The two women leaned forward and kissed passionately, breasts pressed together as Barbara bounced with increasing intensity.
They rotated positions beautifully. Clyde took Diana from behind while she ate Barbara out. Then he fucked Barbara in missionary, her legs wrapped around his powerful waist, while Diana sat on her face. The suite echoed with their combined moans and cries of pleasure.
The climax was intense. Clyde had both women on their knees in front of him — Wonder Woman and Batgirl side by side, tongues out, hands stroking his glistening, throbbing cock. With a deep, rumbling groan, he erupted, covering their beautiful faces, tits, and tongues with thick, heavy ropes of cum. The two heroines kissed and licked each other clean, sharing his load.
True to form, Clyde switched back into full gentleman mode afterward. He drew a luxurious bath for all three of them, gently washing their bodies with tender care. Back in bed, he held both women against his massive chest, one under each arm, stroking their hair and kissing their foreheads.
“You two are extraordinary,” he murmured, voice warm and sincere. “Thank you for an unforgettable night.”
Diana smiled against his pec. “The cowboy, Wonder Woman, and Batgirl… quite the team-up.”
Barbara traced one of his abs, still glowing. “Best party I’ve ever been to. You’re dangerous, Clyde. In the best possible way.”
The three of them eventually rejoined the party downstairs with secret, satisfied smiles, the chemistry between them still crackling.