MtK update 3 (Patreon)

Selina leaned against the chain-fastened door, waiting for Bruce or his new conquest to come and let her in. She was a little surprised herself at how detached she felt. After all, she had heard nearly the whole thing. She had heard Talia's moaning and pleading and incoherent sexual howlings. She had even heard Bruce's familiar grunting groan when he came.

But instead of feeling jealous, this time she felt only somehow amused, vaguely curious. She had even waited for them to finish before knocking. She realized that part of the reason she felt so detached was that she had nearly been fucked to death herself after taunting Bruce in her own indelible way, both giving in and giving herself plausible deniability in pushing him to the breaking point, virtually forcing him to ravish her. Her body was still sore and tingly from the incredible pleasures they had put each other through.

When Bruce finally showed up at the door, shirtless, and peeked through the crack at her, she surprised both him and herself by winking at him.

"Mind if I come in?" she teased.

"Is this what makes you such an effective cat burglar?” he asked as he unfastened the chain. “Politeness?”

"It’s only polite if I'm not interrupting anything," Selina said sassily as she walked into the bed chamber.

"Not anymore," Bruce needled her.

"We always seem to be just missing each other, don't we?" she taunted him.

"You don’t pass up the opportunity for something you really want."

But she put her finger to her lips and stopped him. "I’m here, aren’t I?" she asked.

"So is she.”

"You don't have to explain," Selina interrupted him again. "I know how beautiful Talia can be."

She gave him a suggestive expression as she said it, lingering on the word ‘beautiful’. It had the desired effect. Bruce looked only briefly puzzled before it dawned on him that Talia’s charms were not lost on the cat burglar.

"You mean you two..."

Selina only grinned. She went over to him and brushed the fresh scabs on his back where Talia had raked him. She bent her lips to them. 

“I thought I was the only one who tore you up like this. Maybe she’s not so above it all… Brucie, you’re good, but surely you don’t think fighting over you would be enough to distract from all that ‘Head’ has to offer,” she said, with a silky emphasis on Talia’s assumed surname.

“I’m flattered,” Talia said, but Selina paid her no mind. 

"But she never tore me up like this," she murmured. "You must've given her something I couldn't."

She couldn't help glancing down to watch his long enormous cock swelling, rising. Even after all the fucking she had just been through, the sight of her lover's huge prick excited her tremendously. The fact that it had just been plunging in and out of Talia's sweet pussy became irrelevant, even more exciting.

"But evidently she didn't satisfy you," she whispered.

She got on her knees and fed the huge thickening monument of flesh into her mouth. She clamped her lips on the swelling head of his prick and sucked gently, lovingly. She felt it grow into a stiff throbbing monster in her warm wet mouth.

Bruce did nothing to stop her. He caressed her short hair and held her head gently, sliding his cock slowly in and out of her clasping lips. Both of them seemed lost in a primal moment, as if remembering the first time—long ago.

All Selina’s old feeling for her lover seemed to flood back into her as she held his warm twitching cock in her mouth, running her wet velvety tongue all over it. Oh Brucie, she thought, why can't we just fuck each other and forget about everyone else! Why does the world have to get in the way? God, how I love it! I want you to take me in your arms and fuck me until the sun comes up! I wish Talia wasn't here!

But Talia was there. In fact, she was standing at that very moment in the bedroom doorway, stark naked, watching them. Only this time the expression on her face wasn't one of shock. Instead, she was fascinated. Her recently quenched lust was immediately reawakened by the sight of Selina kneeling on the floor and gulping down her lover's huge stiff prick.

Both Bruce and Selina soon felt her presence. Without stopping what she was doing, Selina glanced over at her rival. Talia's eyes were glazed, her sensual mouth slack. With one hand she unconsciously rubbed her breasts, with the other her pussy.

Selina took Bruce's thundering cock out of her mouth for a brief second. "Hi," she said, her voice deep and husky.

"Hi," Talia half-gasped.

"Do you want to... share?"

Talia nodded as if hypnotized. She couldn't take her eyes off Bruce's massive pulsing organ. God, Selina thought, you'd think she'd had enough of it from the way she was screaming in there a few minutes ago. She turned back to it and licked the thick throbbing shaft once more. But I guess nobody ever gets enough of this one, do they?

She looked up at her lover's face. "You mind if we both suck it?"

He smiled and shook his head. "I'd like to see how you go about it," he said.

Selina winked at Talia. "Oh, I'm sure we'll think of a way. Why don't we go in on the bed?"

Bruce nodded. The three of them went into Talia's newly assigned bedroom. Selina removed her clothes on the way. She was surprised to find her insatiable pussy wet and itchy again. Again she had the same ambiguous feelings about Talia being there. She wanted to curl up on the bed with Brucie and let him fuck her until she begged him to stop. Which would be never!

But when her lover lay down on his back on the bed, his huge swollen cock twitching in readiness, she and Talia seemed to join each other naturally in making love to him. They sank down on each side of him, holding his throbbing prick with their fingers and kissing it all over with their wet sensual lips.

Bruce watched them with fascination, wincing with pleasure. Their pink tongues coiled around the flaring head of his cock. Selina had his balls in one hand, gently squeezing them. His cock was so long that each girl could squeeze the thick shaft with one hand. And they took turns sucking the head of it between their skillful lips.

But once Selina got her lover's cock in her mouth, she didn't want to give it up to Talia. She knew she had been the one who had invited Talia into this. But Christ! she thought. What else was I supposed to do? Shit, I want him all to myself.

She sucked Bruce with all her skill, trying to show him how much better she was at it than Talia. Actually she wanted to make him come in her mouth, so that Talia wouldn't get any part of it. Oh honey, come in my mouth! Don't let her have it! Let me drink it, Brucie! Come, come, shoot it in my mouth!

But Talia wasn't going to be shut out so easily. She rubbed Selina's dangling breasts with one hand, tweaking and softly pinching the soft swollen nipples. It felt great to Selina. But suddenly Talia twisted one of her nipples so viciously that sharp pain shot through her breast. She gasped, opening her mouth, and Bruce's jumping cock slipped out.

Instantly Talia closed her lips over it and began sucking passionately. Selina was so angry she could hardly see straight. She knew how hard it was fighting over her lover's cock. And yet she couldn't control her anger.

"You bitch!" she hissed through her teeth.

She reached out both hands and pinched Talia's nipples in return. She twisted the thick buds so sharply that Talia cried out in pain. Selina dove on Bruce's wet twitching cock again, before Talia could fight back. This time she crouched over his groin completely, keeping Talia out. She pumped the shaft of his prick vigorously with one hand and milked his balls with the other, sucking him wildly. Oh come, honey, come, come! she moaned to herself. Come, spurt it into me, don't let her have any!

Bruce was quite amused at the way they were fighting over his prick. Unfortunately, their crazy antics were making it impossible for him to keep control. Already the hot cum was boiling in his balls. And the way his woman was devouring his tool made him groan and bite his lip.

Talia saw that there was no way she could oust Selina now. She also saw the incredibly intense pleasure on Bruce's face. She crawled up and kissed him wildly, then dangled her firm perfect breasts in his face.

"Suck me, beloved!" she whimpered. "Suck me and come! Suck my teats hard, suck me hard!"

Bruce did even more than she asked. He could feel his orgasm only seconds away. He couldn't remember ever having had such pleasure in his life, and he was determined to make it the best.

He grabbed Talia's whole naked body, grasping her squirming ass with one hand and thrusting the other into her juicy pussy. Then he sucked one of her big nipples into his mouth and nearly down his throat, at the same time plunging his cock up into Selina's working mouth. The three of them thrashed around wildly on the bed, surging and gasping, sucking and moaning.

"Ohhhnnnnn! Oh!" Talia moaned.

Selina pumped her lover's stiff cock with her hand, nearly swallowing the huge shaft with her mouth. "Mmmmm!" she hummed deliriously.

When he came it was like a geyser shooting off in her mouth. Bruce groaned. His body shook with fierce spasms. The whole bed rocked as if struck by an earthquake. Talia squealed as an orgasm ripped through her. And Bruce's cock erupted in Selina's mouth, gushing jets of hot cum down her throat.

Oh God! Oh Jesus! she thought, still sucking him, drinking his jism greedily.

His prick still jumped and squirted. She coiled her tongue around it, drew on it with her sensual lips, sucking out every last drop.

When it was over she was still delirious with love. She had finally got what she had been waiting for all those years. She didn't even care that Talia was still there, clinging limply to Bruce and gasping as the aftershocks of her own climax waned. But Selina held the last of her lover's warm gooey cum in her mouth, unwilling to swallow it. She held his slackening cock in her hands and kissed it tenderly.

All the rapid fucking had temporarily worn Bruce out. But the fires of Selina's lust had heated up again. When her lover went off to the bathroom to take a quick shower, she and Talia, without a word, melted into each other's arms.

"I suppose we’re still in competition, even now," Talia whispered, finger-fucking Selina gently.

"It doesn't matter," Selina whispered back. "There’s enough for both of us. We can all do it together. Oh! Oh! Oh God, that feels goad!"

She yielded to Talia's caresses, letting her rival fuck her completely. Within minutes she was coming, whimpering through a soft fluttery orgasm with Talia's clever lips fastened to her clit. 

Keeping her fingers fucking at a rhythmic pace, Selina brought her rival to the peak, then let her hover as she stopped fingering her cunt. "How would you like to have Bruce fuck your asshole?"

"Oh, you slattern. He's too big! God!" Her head was spinning. "Get me off! Get me off!"

"I'll let him fuck my ass first," Selina said. "I'll show you how fantastic it can be." 

Talia returned the favor, stopping her fingering. She felt the pressure of Selina's anal muscles tugging on her fingers. "You would really allow him to fuck your ass, Selina?" she asked.

"I will," Selina said. She twisted her fingers, keeping Talia at a feverish pitch. "If you promise to do it next."

Talia was out of her mind. "Get me off! Get me off!" Her voice reverberated in the bedroom as she continued to beg. "Please!"

"I will if you promise," Selina tormented. "There's no sense in ending the day with a virgin hole." She pressed her fingers deep as Talia’s hot folds greedily tugged and bathed them in warm milky juices.

Talia was too hot to argue. "Yessss!" she shrieked. "I'll do it! I'll do it. Get me off!" She jerked, fucking on their fingers as her plump tits bounced wildly. "Please!"

Selina stopped jabbing. She didn't want her ‘old friend’ completely sated. She pulled her mouth off her tit. "You ready?"

"I wasn't finished," she panted as her body twitched. "Finish me."

"Bruce will finish you," Selina said as she yanked her fingers from her cunt.

And when Bruce emerged from his shower and saw the two of them fucking, the sight aroused him so much that his cock instantly stiffened again. He crawled onto the bed with them again, and Talia gave herself up to an afternoon of the most intense orgasms she had ever known.

***

Helena slept down in the basement of the Clocktower, close to the subway tunnels and the many forms of egress through the sewers. Down there, the firmament of the building vibrated so much with passing trains that they might as well have been in a Pullman car themselves.

Dick opened her door and peeked in. The dim night light was on. Helena laid on top of her bunk waiting for her lover, and she wore a sheer gown of silk that was mere gauze. He could see both her nipples plainly through the filmy stuff.

She was fast asleep.

Heart pounding against his better judgment, the rush of having all his wives and all of the Birds of Prey in one day and one night, Dick slipped into her room. It rumbled as with the force of his lust and the bed swayed gently as if with her need.

She continued to sleep without the slightest sign of being aware anybody was in the room, her charms in that see-through negligee on bold display. Her skin was incredibly tan and lovely; her figure incredibly good. Dick could see almost every detail of her two dusky breasts, from the round bases up the exciting slopes to big aureoles and two succulent nipples. A murderer? Easy to forget that!

His eyes swept on down to her flat stomach and navel, to her trim abdomen and then the exciting part, a thick bush of luxuriant black pubic hair that set off the pink of a small cunt that dazzled him. There was the sweet slope of her thighs and the firm curves of her calves, her whole body on display for him.

As he sat down tentatively on the foot of the bed, his cock began to rise. He thought Barbara was as sexy a woman as he'd ever seen. Well, Helena was Babs with tan skin instead of ivory, and luxurious hair of black instead of copper.

Thrilling, feeling as confident as could be after he’d pleased the entire harem, he mounted her body. He felt up her smooth body, the rib cage, cupped her breasts. Oh, yes. Once again her nipples rose to his palms. Ahhh. He gently jigged her cunt, getting her wet once more. She was still a little moist from some wet dream; Bertinelli always had been oversexed. It was ironic she was his last conquest.

There! She was nice and liquid, her velvety cunt sexy on his fingers but not nearly as sexy as it would feel on his prick!

He slanted her loins up a little, fitted his cock to her hole and shoved in past the outer cunt lips to notch her passage.

"Uuuuuu," he cried softly in delight as his shaft oozed deep into her body, giving him wild thrills. "You are a fuck," he murmured.

She stirred and bucked some in her sleep.

"Easy, baby. Keep it quiet," he whispered. Then he began long, delicious, pleasure-crazing strokes in and out of her cunt. She started to moan and gasp, flexing under him. His cock thrilled madly.

"Ah, uh," she went.

"Sleep, sleep," he crooned. "Just enjoy."

He slid over onto her body rocking his prick in and out of her cunt more and more boldly. He felt her soft thighs quiver and clutch on his flanks as he began to breathe heavily. She was half-awake, but that was all she needed to know it was him.

The friction really maddened him with pleasure now. He risked the full hug of her body, kissing those stiff nipples, nibbling, palming as his pistoning loins drove faster and faster. She was almost awake now, grunting in pleasure, taking his fuck and responding groggily with murmurs and sighs.

Heaven. Pure unalloyed heaven, rocking his cock deep into the belly of the luscious Helena with the resilient firm flesh, the creamy skin, the tight young cunt. It was sickening, the people who thought of her as a whore, a slut. She just needed a little love, a little honest-to-God affection, and she was as tight as any girl, as pure, a princess.

The room rocked and swayed as a subway car slid by in the distance, adding to his sensuous pleasure, the plunging cock and cunt met and parted sending streams of pleasure through all of his body. The girl gasped and writhed and he felt powerful fires begin to consume his belly. There was nothing like this woman, just as there was nothing like any of the others!

Helena was fucking him as lusciously as he fucked her, going on his trip! He smiled happily. When she woke, she’d be remembering a very good dream indeed. He'd entered the sublime plateau of animal lust to where orgasm and relief were only seconds away. And how luscious was the sensation of maddening pleasure on his shaft.

"Going... to go..." he whispered.

The hot girl astonished him. At his words, as if they were a signal, she lifted her powerful loins under him, grunted and began to give everything to him, even her satisfaction.

"Ah-huh!" she gasped. Throb, throb, throb. "Oh, Dick!"

Something disturbed him but he was too crazed with joy to worry about it as he felt those strong throbs that told he'd fulfilled his partner and could explode in happiness.

"Here... goes!" he hissed in sublime pleasure.

As he froze for orgasm, clutching the voluptuous body, a light flashed on. A sleepy, ponytail-crowned head peered at him.

"Wha's going on?" asked Renee Montoya. "Whut you doin' to Helena?"

"Ah-gung," cried Dick. It was too, too late. He clutched Helena, sang out his joy, and burst. Nothing ever felt so good, embracing that delicious, tanned body and pumping off his seed deep in her cunt. 

"Ooooo-ieeeooooeeee," sang Dick, getting an extra lift out of the sudden exhibition he was putting on. He gushed and gushed, shivering in ecstasy as he seeded the Italian body under him.

"Why are you fucking Dick!" asked a puzzled Renee Montoya; she could’ve smacked herself as she realized the double meaning. You went out with a girl who lived with Barbara fucking Gordon and Leggy von Fishnets, you didn’t expect there to be a guy in the equation.

(Then again, they did live in a giant phallic symbol. Bi girls.)

Helena wanted to answer—wasn’t it obvious?—but the sensual pleasure was altogether too much. She grunted and lifted up to the spuming cock inside of her and throbbed off more thrilled spasms to the command of the male's bursting orgasm.

"There's not a heck of a lot—ahh—I can do about it j-j-just now!" cried Helena, giving up her orgasm to her husband.

Dick finished in style. You learned that in the circus. If you made a big mistake right up on the stage in front of everybody the best thing to do was go right ahead like it was part of the show. Of course he'd staggered into the bed without noticing that two was company, in his groggy state, and three a crowd. But then, he supposed technically Helena had been cheating on him, having the Question in her bed. What was the point of a group marriage if you slept with people outside the group?

"Ah, baby," he murmured, hugging Helena as they both finished orgasms and fell off the tension to that wonderful after-sex glow. 

“Don’t baby me,” Helena said. “I have company over! You couldn’t have fucked anyone else? There’ve been like twenty women on the BOP at one time or another, and all of them have wanted a shot at that ass—some more literally than others.”

"You’re welcome," he slurred as his eyelids grew heavy. His inexhaustible erection was finally growing limp. "I met Poison Ivy and she practically raped me. The mosht beautiful gal I've seen in a long time. I'm crazy about her, absholutely crazy about her." Dick flopped down between Helena and Renee, making the Latina raise an eyebrow. "Give me a kish, Huntress. I want to give you... a kish of life..." With that he passed out snoring.

Helena rolled onto her side to look at him. She couldn't help smiling now, sympathetic for his literally love-drunk state, knowing herself what it was like to go on a little bender. Dick is such a big bumbling kid she mused, one of the few men I actually admire physically. But what a child, mentally. But he was always so affectionate. When he kissed her on the lips she enjoyed the warmth of his caress. 

Helena bent to pull the covers over his big dumb face, passed out with a beatific smile on his mug. Leaning forward, she kissed him on the mouth and slid her hand over him, feeling down to his cock. Dick was completely unconscious, breathing deeply and steadily like a child. Helena pulled out his slack cock and kissed it, too. 

“I hope you don’t expect to kiss me now,” Renee said, getting out of bed and gathering her things. “I thought this was a private party.”

“You wouldn’t be complaining if Dinah had joined us. And neither would I.”

Renee pulled on her panties. “Dinah doesn’t have one of those,” she said, eying the lipstick mark Helena had just left. “Madre dios, is that thing real?”

“Every inch,” Helena said, curling up against Dick. “Sure you don’t want to stay for breakfast? I hear straight girls aren’t the only ones who get bicurious.”

“Puta,” Renee swore affectionately. “You’re disgusting.”

“Take it from me, it has its charms.”

Renee couldn’t help but look again as she hopped into her slacks. “I’m with Maggie and Kate now. We have been talking about having kids. Doing our part for the human race, you know? I suppose if we had to have a sperm donor, we might as well have one with a lot of sperm.”

Helena smiled. “Why try something if you’re not going to try the best? Besides—you might like it.”

“You just want me for one of your threesomes,” Renee chided. “Tu madre.”

“Tell you what: you try this dick and I’ll try one of yours. How long have you been trying to get one of your strap-ons inside me?”

“I’ll think about it,” Renee said, laughing. “Although if I am going to have a threesome with him, is there any chance Starfire can join us?”

Helena threw a pillow at her. “Bitch.”

Renee hooked her bra together. “Cabron. Next time you go to sleep I hope he fucks you in the ass.”

“Why do you think I sleep on my belly?”

“To hide those floppy tits.” Renee pulled her shirt on. “Where’s my jacket?”

“I think Dick’s butt is on it.”

“You can keep it then.”

“Score, free jacket.”

Renee rolled her eyes. “This is why I shouldn’t wear leather jackets and fuck dykes on the same night.”

“Just keep your jacket on while you’re fucking them. It’s what I do.”