Marry The Beyond update (Patreon)

“What the fuck!” Chelsea cried.

“Oh, don’t be a stick in the mud,” Blade told her. “Come on in. The water’s fine.”

Terry had thought nothing could surprise him anymore. But if Chelsea went from seeing her girlfriend getting railed by him to wanting to be railed himself…

Maybe it was the Batmobile. Chicks dug the Batmobile.

“How long has this been going on?” Chelsea demanded.

Blade rolled her eyes. “I made a pass at him today and while you were sleeping it off, I got laid.”

Terry cringed. That was one way to broach relationship drama.

Chelsea stood there, staring at the three of them. “Great! I’d hate to think you were keeping them all to yourself.”

“She wouldn’t dare,” Dana said, going to where Chelsea stood and embracing her.

Dana kissed Chelsea on the lips, cupping one of her breasts in her hand, Chelsea moaning as she allowed it—hugging Dana back, kissing Dana’s neck passionately, capturing a breast in her own warm hand.

Suddenly, Chelsea wasn’t the kind of angry, wronged ex Terry would regard as a threat in Batman mode. She was just another woman. A beautiful woman in a really kinky relationship.

Terry and Blade looked at each other. Blade smiled, as if in pride over how good a job her girlfriend was doing in sucking Dana’s face. Terry was a bit too shocked to be as proud as he probably should’ve been. He had no idea Dana could go from a bit of a prude to a downright sexpot in so short a time. Then again, it hadn’t been so long ago that he hadn’t been getting any either.

Chelsea giggled—by now, Dana had her blouse unbuttoned, her naked breasts exposed. Terry was impressed; he wondered if he should clap. Twinging a nipple, and holding onto it, Dana led Chelsea back to their partners, lowering her down between Terry and Blade.

Blade helped Dana undress Chelsea, like an expert tutoring a gifted amateur. As Blade helped Chelsea with her blouse, Dana was tugging down her pajama bottoms. Terry couldn’t resist putting his hand on a gorgeous breast, one of only two on the whole mountain he hadn’t touched. Blade grabbed the other, flashing Terry a possessive look before they were both kissing Chelsea’s cleavage. Dana dropped down between Chelsea’s thighs and ate her pussy.

With three people sucking on her erogenous zones, Chelsea was quickly initiated into whatever this was. Terry supposed it was a harem, but he couldn’t tell if it was his or Blade’s or Dana’s… they all seemed to be sex slaves to each other, or to the sex itself. 

Chelsea lifted her legs onto Dana’s shoulders, then put her arms around Terry and Blade. She watched Terry suck her tit and reach across her to fondle Blade’s ass. As if the sight were yet another sex act being performed on her, and too much in conjunction with all the others, she moaned heavily.

“Don’t you just love hiking?” Dana asked from between Chelsea’s legs.

“I… guess…” Chelsea stammered, so lost in pleasure she seemed to be at a loss as to what she was feeling, how one lover could’ve become three so suddenly. “It’s so… so…”

“Easy, babe,” Dana said. “Relax and have a little fun…”

She punctuated her words by pressing her tongue into Chelsea’s clit. The little button, at least, knew precisely what to do, and Chelsea cried out in sheer bliss as Dana’s tongue vibrated against her.

“Ah-h-h-h!” she screamed, jerked between Terry’s sucking mouth and Blade’s, Chelsea’s tongue on her buzzing clit and her hands massaging Chelsea’s thighs, all of their hands all over her body, roaming her, caressing her, a finger wet and tasting of pussy in her mouth, she didn’t know whose finger, whose pussy, she didn’t care, she was being ripped apart, split between all these sensations, and when she gave way and was torn open, pure ecstasy flooded in.

“Wow!” Dana said, her face dripping with Chelsea’s juicy squirting. “Now I see why you’re dating her, Blade.”

“No, you don’t,” Blade replied. “Just wait until you sit on her face.”

Dana began kissing her way up Chelsea’s stomach, her head passing between Terry and Blade as they continued enjoying Chelsea’s breasts. Dana kissed them both on the cheeks, then kissed Chelsea’s mouth. But as she did, she took Blade in her arms, rolling on top of her and pulling her away from Chelsea. Terry remained where he was, sucking hungrily at Chelsea’s nipple. 

“It’s time the two of them fucked,” Dana said to Blade. “She needs to know what his cock feels like. And I know Terry wants to complete the set. All three of us with his cum dripping out…”

“Somebody’s getting wet,” Blade observed with a husky laugh. “So am I.”

Blade didn’t let Dana doubt her. She took Dana’s wrist and pulled her hand between her creamy thighs, but Dana was the one who cupped her sex.

“Mmmm, nice!” Blade mewled as she twisted her hips to press herself against Dana’s palm. “Yeah, feel how wet I am, baby! Feel my cunt!”

Terry, for his part, had actually never really thought of fucking Chelsea. But it was like what Dana had said was hypnotic. They stretched out on the sleeping bag, parallel to the one that Blade and Dana currently laid on. Chelsea lay under Terry. She opened her legs. Terry filled them with his hips as he moved to enter her with his hard cock.

“Yeah, fuck me! Make all three of us come!” Chelsea whispered, before her words were lost in a moan, her mind lost in Terry’s twitching prick going into her pussy.

Somehow, doing yet another woman, a third woman, the second that he wasn’t actually dating, and not even as Batman but as plain old Terry McGinnis—it felt like some unique perversion. But he didn’t regret it. In fact, it excited him. He couldn’t help but think of how differently they all fucked as Chelsea wrapped her legs around his hips and pumped herself up against his member.

As Terry responded with pumps of his own, he watched Dana and Blade. The camping trip had become a regular swapping fest—Chelsea was in the sleeping bag he was meant to share with Dana, while Dana was in Blade and Chelsea’s. She was kissing Blade just as she had Chelsea earlier, feeling her pussy as Blade felt hers, their bellies pressed together, their hips—

“Push your cock deeper, Terry!” Chelsea gasped. She was working her thighs up along the outsides of his. “Give it to me as far as it’ll reach! Uhhh! I’m wet as a fucking lake! How much more lube do you need? Hammer your cock into me!”

“Shut up and come,” Terry growled, kissing her as he watched Dana swing around to put her head between Blade’s thighs, letting the sight of the two women entering into a sixty-nine fuel his lust. He pistoned into Chelsea hard, with no consideration for her well-being, just raw animal need, fitting to the natural setting. The wind howled outside, the pine trees’ branches rustled, and he fucked Chelsea.

Her sex went into a paroxysm of response, sucking and squeezing needfully at Terry’s hard cock as it plumbed the depths of her cunt. She screamed like an animal as she was fucked hard, like no one had ever taken her before. The boys she’d played around with were nothing compared to Terry—Chelsea couldn’t even remember their names. Then, as her pussy clenched and her cream rushed against Terry’s loins, she couldn’t remember anything at all, only feel.

As Terry made Chelsea come, he had the privilege of watching Blade and Dana devour each other. Then he wasn’t able to stand by any longer. His cock was hard and throbbing, and Chelsea had already had her fun. He climbed off her and went to the other sleeping bag, where he shoved Blade and Dana over until their positions were reversed.

Chelsea watched him spit in his hand, then further lubricate his generous length of cock. She felt a jolt of wild stimulation as Terry knelt down behind Dana. Breathless, Chelsea saw him part her firm, dimpled buttocks, then lean over her, pressing his engorged cockhead into her tightly puckered anus.

A soft mewl escaped from between Blade’s creamy thighs as Terry worked his hips forward. As satiated as she was, Chelsea’s blood raced to watched the thickness of Terry’s lengthy erection slip into Dana’s asshole. Dana cried out with joy and rolled her ass around his stiffness.  He laid on top of her, fucking her down into Blade’s stroking tongue so that she was virtually impaled on it, even as she took his cock in her ass at the same time. Kissing the back of her neck, he reached around her body to knead her soft breasts.

“I just love your tits,” he growled in her ear. “Almost as much as I love fucking your sweet ass!”

Between Blade’s legs, Dana moaned in agreement.

Terry went harder, wildly sodomizing Dana while she and Blade thrashed frantically together, their mutual cunnilingus driving them both steadily higher and higher, towards release. Only with Terry’s prick in her ass, Dana reached it before Blade, feeding her with rushes of warm cream. It only made Blade lick her all the harder, while Dana could barely keep her mouth against Blade’s pussy. But Chelsea crawled to them, placing her face between Blade’s asscheeks, tongue delving into her rectum.

Blade and Dana shared an orgasm, seconds before Terry’s cock pumped its sticky, pearly deluge deep into Dana’s bowels. They settled down to the sleeping bag, exhausted, catching their breath. Then Chelsea climaxed, her scream billowing out the tent. She had masturbated herself to a final, fitting orgasm—appropriate for the newest initiate into their club.

***

Later that night, Terry awoke. The two sleeping bags had been zipped together and all three women slept together in a tangle that grew around him like kudzu vine. One of the more appreciated lessons Bruce had taught this teenage boy was how to meditate his way into sleep to have a full night’s rest in only a few hours. It was priceless in terms of being able to keep up with his studies and social life while working for the old man. Now, he was tempted to wake at least one of the girls up for a quickie, the very option of being able to choose between them a potent aphrodisiac. But Terry squelched his growing erection; he had a job to do. 

Slipping away from the trio of women, all of whom moaned dissatisfiedly as they felt his body depart from them, he went to his pack and opened up the false bottom concealing their suit. Taking it outside, he quickly scrubbed off his rather musky body with handfuls of snow, then put on the suit, nervously glancing at the tent to be sure the three were still sleeping.

If anyone asks, he thought to himself, I had to have a foursome. How else was I supposed to make sure none of them would notice I was gone?

It was enough to make him smile, but that died quickly. What had happened to the guy who just wanted to be with Dana? Experimenting was one thing, but he was starting to feel like some cut-rate Casanova. He would’ve thought having Dana’s approval of fucking—dating—Blade and Chelsea along with her would’ve made him feel better, but it just reminded him that she didn’t know about the Deedees, or Max, or any of them. She didn’t even know about him being Batman. As effective as these sexual strategies were, he wondered what had ended up happening to the other universe’s Batman, building up a harem in stately Wayne Manor. Did it fulfill him even more than just making an honest woman out of Talia or Selina, or did it just make him feel more alone? Shacking up with Harley Quinn or Poison Ivy… how satisfying could that really be?

Who knew? Maybe rather than indulging himself, that Bruce Wayne had just figured out another way to be punished.

Pulling his mask on, finishing his transformation into Batman, Terry submitted to a new form of exercise—shaking off the sleep and the questions and sensuous languor of the afterglow with a mechanically assisted run around from the campsite. Then, when he judged he was far enough away, he launched himself off a ledge and silently glided further out before finally engaging his jets. Flying away, he aimed his mask back at the tent, advanced sensors zooming in on it. He could see three heat signatures, or rather one big one, and it was very happily stationary.

Good.

He’d set up this camping trip to arrange a showdown with whoever was hunting him, and he didn’t want to be late.

***

Terry woke up to find Donna Walker fully dressed, now for tennis—shorts stopping just where the muscles of her runner’s legs began, tanktop pressing crisply to her skin with the crown symbol of the Royal Flush Gang on her right breast. A red jacket was zipped up over it, the zipper only low enough to show him the upper half of the logo. She was further covered by the fact that she was sitting at the floor-risen table, its shadows and surface hiding her legs and the tightness of her shorts. She appeared downtrodden, emotional—eating from a bowl of cereal with mechanical regularity.

Terry rose and found himself dressed in a tee and boxers. He was more interested in what the Queen of Spades was wearing. Her full breasts were pushed up and together by her tanktop, which was at least one size too small. The faint darkness of her brown nipples, peaked with a certain arousal. 

“I guess now I know where Melanie gets it from,” Terry said, sliding out of the bed and over to the table. “There is something to be said for experience, isn’t there?”

Donna watched him as he pulled a seat out from where it’d been locked to the bottom of the table, pulling it until it locked into position, then sitting down across from Donna. She’d raided the pantry, filling the table with cereal, breakfast muffins, hash browns, toaster strudels—milk. Terry poured himself a glass, then took a cookie out from its packet and dipped it into the crisply cool milk.

“Terry … last night was fun…”

“It was fun. Fun for the whole family,” Terry agreed, before pausing midsentence. He’d always thought Queen was pretty hot, in a MILF sort of way, and Melanie had been cropping up in his thoughts lately, some kind of forbidden fruit now that he was eating a whole lot of fruit, but had he really had some kind of mother-daughter threesome? That didn’t seem like him, or them…

Donna was about to take another bite of cereal—“Maybe I should go.”

“I don’t want you to go,” Terry insisted, forgetting his misgivings as he went on the defensive. Donna picked up her spoon again, filling it for the resigned, inevitable trip to her mouth. “I know, I’m young, but last night—you liked last night. I don’t think there are many guys your own age who could’ve made you like it that much.”

“It was fun,” Donna concurred. “I said that. But…” Another bite. “We’re really different, Terry. Not just our ages. The way we see the world. You’re innocent, I’m experienced.”

Terry stood up. “I am not innocent.”

He just didn’t understand—after last night, after how much she enjoyed last night, after she had initiated it, how could she not even give him a chance at a real relationship? Did she think it was funny to fulfill his fantasy and then pretend like it had never happened?

“I know you aren’t,” Donna said, but she was filling her spoon, eating from it as dispassionately as ever. “I should go, I have a tennis lesson…”

“Tennis lesson?” Terry walked around the table. “You were never interested in me, were you? A guy who hasn’t been to tennis class, or yacht club, or whatever you do—you just wanted to toy with me. See what I’d do, if I’d embarrass myself or if I’d please you, and now that you’ve had your fun, it’s on to the next guy, isn’t it?”

Donna said nothing. Her spoon moved from the cereal bowl to her mouth when Terry knocked it out of her hand. She looked up at him to see him boiling over with rage and embarrassment.

“You wanna eat something?” he demanded, and pulled down the front of his boxers. His cock was hard and trembling, as if full of the same anger as the rest of him, and Donna was opening her mouth to apologize when he took his cock by the base and pressed its head to her mouth. She moaned in dismay, but he shoved it forward, giving her no choice but to open her mouth and take it. She felt its throbbing, tasted her wetness from the other night. “Suck, then you’ll have plenty to eat.”

Donna obeyed, closing her lips behind his smooth cockhead, tongue licking tastily about his hole, then she sucked. Terry grunted in pleasure, but still fumed. He put his hands on her head and forced her down on his prick, giving her more to suck. Donna gagged as his cockhead touched the back of her throat, but Terry didn’t care. He moved her up and down on his cock, strong fingers tightening on her head, cock throbbing harder and more angrily, as if he was incensed with the sight of her blowing him.

“You’re a cocksucker, Queen,” he growled. “Just like your daughter. And next you’re going to be a cum-drinker, just like you were last night. You liked me plenty then, so you’ll like it even more now. I’m gonna come in your mouth and if you try to pull away, I’ll shove it down your throat and come right into your stomach. But I don’t want that. I don’t want you to swallow. Just keep sucking… keep sucking cock… when I blow, I want you to take my load in your mouth, but don’t swallow… just hold onto it… that taste you like so much…”

Unable, unwilling to fight his grip, Donna’s lips moved down his throbbing cock. The heat of it felt good in her mouth, especially when she took it deep, holding it with her lips pinching at the base. With a start, she realized he was forcing her back up his shaft, and that she was fighting him, wanting to keep it in her mouth, almost to her throat. He soon stopped pulling on her head and instead pushed, fucking her mouth downward onto his prick, moaning as she took it right back to her throat. Terry’s grip tightened even harder, making the blood thrum in her skull as he held her still.

“Yeah, take that cock… I’ve got so much cock for you…”

Now he pumped into her mouth. It was even worse for Donna, more humiliating to be held in place and used as just a hole for his prick. But the embarrassment made her sex boil, her clit swelling tightly against her underwear. She slipped from her chair, kneeling down now so Terry could better fuck her mouth. He pistoned even harder up into her face, energized by her surrender.

“Here it comes, mom… here’s even more to go in your belly with what you already swallowed…”

He pushed down on the back of her head as he strained into her gobbling mouth, coming, his boiling seed almost making Donna choke. She lifted her head away on pure instinct, but Terry held her down on his gushing cock, burning her throat, filling her mouth. 

“Yeah! Yeah!” Terry cheered as his own jism spilled down his cock from Donna’s slack mouth, now full of cum. He pulled away, waiting to see what Donna would do. 

She lowered her jaw, opening her mouth further to let his cum spill down her chin, but leaving all that she could inside her mouth. Terry nodded in approval, then picked her up by the armpits and set her back in her chair. He picked up her fallen spoon, scooped up some cereal, and pushed it into her mouth.

“Now finish your breakfast,” he told her.

Donna closed her lips around the spoon. The warm cum sticking to her mouth was already a thrilling mix of repellant and arousing—how it crammed thickly inside her gullet and crowded her throat, demanding to be swallowed. When the familiar texture of milk and corn flakes were added to it, she felt even more perverse. 

Was this what whores felt like? Everything tainted with sex, that the knowledge that they were made to be used, sexual playthings, animals that got off on pleasing their masters? Would something as simple as eating cereal now always remind her of what a slut she’d been? How she’d enjoyed it? How even her prospective son-in-law had enjoyed using her, seen how she liked to be treated like a slut, given her what she begged for?

She swallowed, tingling as she felt the mix slide down her throat. Just as quickly, Terry filled the spoon again. This time he ran it up her chin, scooping up the stray cum that had escaped her mouth before pushing the spoon into her mouth. She chewed again. The crisp, delicious taste of the cereal merged with the strange feeling of cum clinging to her teeth. This was a man’s semen. This was what it felt like in her mouth. If felt just as natural as the cereal, like his cum had as much a right to be swallowed as Kellogg’s.

She swallowed. Terry continued feeding her, and though most of the cum was gone, she could still taste his spunk with each bite she took. 

It was delicious.

“Did you like that?” Terry asked.

“Yes,” Donna admitted.

“Do you want more?”

Donna felt her eyes going, hungrily, to Terry’s half-hard cock and the cum that was dripping—wasted!—from its head. “Yes.”

“What’s this?” Terry asked, picking up a blender bottle from the table. He knew what it was. Donna had toted it around often enough, full of whatever smoothie she was trying to keep her breasts full and her tummy flat. 

“It’s an energy drink,” Donna said, knowing what was coming. Her temper flared even as her cunt tingled. “For my tennis sessions.”

Terry unscrewed the cap. “How about a special ingredient?”

He wiped his cock on the mouth of the cup, excess cum landing atop the green fluid inside, Donna whinging as the white disappeared into it. A part of her wished that he would use her face that way, rubbing his cum all over her, feeding it to her just as she’d fed Melanie her cream while he fucked them both...

“There’s more,” Terry said, holding his cockhead over the cup. Donna knew what she had to do to get it. Knew what Terry wanted.

Knew what she wanted. As she gazed at his cock, already wet from using her once, Donna felt her hands itch for a touch. Her tongue was tingling as well, but she wouldn’t, couldn’t admit that. She reached out to take it in her hand, folding her fist around his shaft as Terry leaned back against the table, his legs thrust out, one foot braced against the back of the chair Donna’s been sitting in. He grinned wolfishly, his prick swelling and pounding inside Donna’s fist. She began to stroke.

“Just like your daughter,” Terry groaned with pleasure. “Knew you’d be good at this…”

Donna leaned right over his cock, elbows resting on his knees, watching the hard-on get bigger and harder, even more than it had been before. Her face was right over his cock as he began to whimper, wishing that he could fuck her wet cunt with this huge erection he summoned, but a little voice in his head was telling him no, she hadn’t earned it, put her in her place, show her what she’s missing.

“Knew you’d be the fucking best!” Terry cried, his hips jerking up and down, his thighs trembling under her forearms, his cock ballooning until a gush of thick cum escaped from it, a great creamy mess that disappeared right into Donna’s drink. Donna whimpered, disappointed somehow, as she kept on pumping, kept on emptying his balls, kept on watching the drink swallow it up instead of her. 

After he was drained, she continued to hold Terry’s prick, feeling it truly diminish in her grip. She glanced up at a contented smile on Terry’s face. His eyes were close in satisfaction. He did not see Donna raise her hand to her lips and lick her fingers clean, her palm empty.

It tasted good, but not as good as it had from the source.

Terry’s eyes opened to find Donna standing, taking her bottle from him and closing the cap. “Like I said. I have to go to my tennis lesson.”

Terry waved his hand dismissively. “You’ve got enough to last you.”

In a huff, she marched out the door. Holding her blender bottle tightly.

Not bad, sending your bitch to her tennis instructor with plenty of cum in her belly, the little voice whispered. And even more to drink if she forgets the taste.

Terry nodded. It was good that she liked the taste of him. Because he loved the taste of her. And he wanted more.

Soon.