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Everybody Wants Zinda update
🕑 Added 2019-05-31 19:08:51 +0000 UTC
Dinah’s hips churned up and down on the edge of the bed, dragging herself against Roy as he stood between her creamy thighs. Helplessly, guilelessly, Dinah lay down on her back, reaching out to clutch either side of the mattress, while her ass continued to grind itself frantically into Roy’s erection. Roy stood there, paralyzed, amazed to see this perfect woman who he had cared for and lusted after and befriended for so long now, suddenly, a wanton creature, naked and fucking herself on his prick, filled with so much mindless passion that it bubbled out of her moaning mouth.
“Help me!” Dinah cried. “Help me get off—please—don’t make me do all the work—fuck me—haven’t you thought about it? Don’t you know what you want to do?”
Roy grabbed her bounding hips, unable to take their motion a moment longer. His fingers dug gratefully into her toned flesh, but he couldn’t stand to stop the grinding thrusts of her cunt either. He responded to them instead, feeding his cock into her boiling sex, unable to believe how different the sensations were from those that had flooded his body as he took Misfit. Where she was crude and unformed, Dinah was ripe, mature, a woman who knew entirely what she wanted and how to take it. And she wasn’t afraid to say so, either.
“Yes, baby, yes!” Dinah wailed as he thrust into her, driving his cock deep inside her with the knowledge that she could take it, his hardened muscles beating against her toned thighs, her naked crotch. “That’s it, Roy! Fuck me! Hnn! Nn!”
Her head twisted from side to side, her hair flying across the bed in a wondrous shimmer, mirroring the flickers of lewd bliss that were flaring through her body.
Roy let go of her hips, instead grabbing her breasts, holding onto them tightly as he rutted into her. Dinah cried out in delight, her hips churning and rocking with his thrusts, her cunt sucking at his prick and it defying her by keeping up its furious rhythm.
Dinah gurgled from deep in her throat, her eyes fluttering, ripples going through her entire body as Roy powerfully rammed himself into her. The coarse hair of his groin rubbed against her painfully erect clitoris, sending the most delirious friction through her naked physique. The impacts of their wet flesh meeting echoed through the room, only adding to the wild passion they felt.
“Ha! Yeah! Fuck yeah!” Dinah husked, crooning as she slammed herself back against Roy as hard as he was pounding into her. “So good! So fucking good! Oh, Roy, Roy, give it to me until it fucking hurts! Hurt me, baby, hurt my cunt! Fuck me, yes, nnng, fuck me until I bruise!”
Roy had never heard her talking like this before—the outright whore before him now bore only a slight resemblance to the woman he had loved and respected for so long, but her lewdness was turning him on to an almost painful degree, making him too damn hard to be anywhere but in her cunt.
“Fuck it like it’s yours, baby!” Dinah demanded, grunting as she took his wild thrusts, actually laughing as he slammed into her hard enough to hurt. “You’ve got my cunt, Roy. It’s all yours. What are you gonna do with it, huh? You gonna fuck it? Better fuck it so hard I’ll never forget… fuck it so hard—ghhh!—it’s yours for the next nine months!”
Roy fell over her body, his cock ramming down into her in a frenzy, going as deep as he could get it. He locked his teeth around the tip of a swollen breast, sucking deeply at the nipple, one hand burrowing into the teat’s ripe curves as well, while the other slid under her bouncing ass and groped her smooth buttocks. The more he squeezed and the harder he sucked, the greater the rapture Dinah was in. She let go of the mattress, grabbing at Roy’s muscular body instead, pulling him more tightly against her own flesh. She wrapped her silken thighs about his waist, locking her heels behind his ass.
“All the way, Harper!” Dinah urged him, grunting with each hard thrust she took. “Fuck me all the way! Give it to me fast and hard and—nnnnh—fucking fuck me!”
Roy noisily sucked at her tit, his cock easily fucking into her dripping wet cunt, taking the supreme heat of her aroused sex. His balls were drawing up tightly to his groin, the pressure of his climax growing harshly inside him. He needed her in a pure, clean way, burning away all the things he’d wanted from her before, all the neuroses, all the emotional hang-ups. Now he just needed her to take his cum.
Dinah felt him swelling and pulsing inside her, rippling through every sensitive fold of her sex, while the friction of his cock pistoning through her sent shockwaves all up and down her body. The orgasm building inside her would be hot, so hot she didn’t know if she could stand it. But she certainly couldn’t stand being denied it.
“God, Roy! You’re making me… oooooh! Darling! You darling! You’re going to make me—yes! Make me come!”
Her hips twisted in tight little circles as she worked herself to a frenzy, grinding on his impaling prick. Her orgasm kept heating her up, burning inside her, the anticipation almost excruciating now. It was so close, but she didn’t know if she could take it—only that she needed it.
Dinah sobbed with tormented rapture, straining to make it happen, let it happen, give herself over to Roy and let him—
Roy plunged into her, deeper than ever, until his balls were throbbing against her mound too. The more they throbbed, the more pleasure she felt. She grinded against him in a frantic attempt to bring herself off, moaning and whimpering and trying not to tense up as she braced herself for him to slide into her again, trying to let him in and not tighten to keep him out, but she couldn’t help it, she was tight, so tight, but he was coming in, he was thrusting into her and there was no room, no room—
“Shit, SHIT!” Dinah shrieked as her climax exploded around his cock, gripping and sucking at it, her hips jerking, not one inch of her able to stay still while he was making her come. “You fucker!”
Roy couldn’t resist the tightening, suckling grip of her cunt any more than she could stop herself from clenching around him. Still, he tried to keep pleasing her, forcing his prick into her sex as deep as it would go. He grunted as his boiling seed spurted out of him.
Dinah felt it surge into her and screamed again, its thick heat forcing her pussy into another orgasm. She had never experienced that before, one climax on top of another, and her mind exploded as much as her pussy. The multiple orgasms were sheer torture and she loved it, coming and coming, her womanhood contracting around Roy’s cock as if trying to milk more cum from it.
“Come, come, come!” she shouted, her arms hugging Roy tightly to her body, not just to have him close to her, but to show him how thankful she was for the pleasure he had given her. Roy actually recognized the warmth and affection she showered him with from all their hugs in the past—he never would’ve dreamed they would all culminate in something this lascivious. “Give it all to me—come in my pussy, fill me up! Oh God, I want it, want to drown in it! I’ve been starving for that fucking cum… I’ve wanted you… I still…”
Roy bit at her nipple, compressing it between his teeth as he kept spurting inside of her. It felt to Dinah as if he would never stop coming, as if his seed would spill out of her spread pussy in an endless flood. She could feel it seeping out already, running down the crack of her ass, unlike anything she’d experienced before. Roy came so much more than she could’ve believed. She wondered if he was simply that virile or if it was… her.
His balls finally drained, Roy slumped on her naked body with a gasp. Dinah was still embracing him, still circling him with her trembling thighs, running her hands lightly over his sweaty back. She shivered with the satisfaction of what they’d done—more surprised with herself than with Roy. She’d always known he’d had a crush on her… paramours like Donna Troy so very much like her that it was almost flattering. Yet she… she was the one who had asked for this. Gone through with it. Invited it. Could he really have done any of it if it weren’t for her wanting it, on some level? Hell, she still wanted it. She wanted him to get hard again and do it all again.
It was lust and loneliness and jealousy, yes, jealousy over other women superseding her in his thoughts, younger and sexier and more attainable. But that didn’t give her the right to encourage this, just because her need had been denied so long, while others had their needs met. Met and more than met.
And she had stripped naked while he watched. She could have covered herself at any time, but she hadn’t. And then all this had happened. This man who was like a son to her and she had damaged that relationship beyond repair… all it took was for Roy to offer her his desire and she was on the bed, legs apart, begging for his cum. It was disgraceful.
“Roy,” she whispered, “get off of me. I’m…”
As if he barely heard her, Roy pulled himself free of her cunt, then rolled onto the mattress beside her. Despite having it weighed down by their naked bodies, Dinah tried to pull up the top sheet to hide her nudity.
“Don’t look at me, please,” she said, flushed with shame. “I’m sorry, can you just go? It’s not your… I need…”
She dared to look at him, and saw that Roy was asleep, peacefully slumbering with the serenity of an angel. Dinah buried her face in the pillow and began to sob. Between the satiation of her body and the weight of her feelings, she was soon drawn down into sleep. And despite the emotional vertigo she had felt in the afterglow, her dreams were sweet and untroubled.
God… she’d actually asked for him to breed her…
***
Dinah awoke with the shift of Roy’s body off the bed. She blinked her eyes open and saw him dragging himself towards the bathroom, evidently still working off the aftereffects of whatever Talia had supposedly dosed him with. His bare ass showed firm muscle, without an ounce of fat, and she could see his hefty cock dangling between his legs, hard with the need to urinate.
Dinah’s sleep seemed to have purged her of the misgivings that had flared up neurotically in her once her lust had passed. In fact, her lust was returning, animating her clit as she stared at Roy’s simple naked splendor, but now it was simple, clean. So what if he was a younger man? So what if their history was complicated? He had feelings for her, she had feelings for him, and the sex had been perfection itself. She knew Wonder Woman well enough to know Diana would encourage her simply to do what made her happy, and she couldn’t really argue with Wonder Woman, could she?
She got out of bed, rising to her full impressive height, her lean body a specimen of statuesque slenderness, with nubile breasts and pert buttocks just the right succulent size not to ruin the effect. She walked to the bathroom, the small voluptuousness of her curves jostling on an otherwise toned, firm body. Led by the tuft of raven-black hair at her groin that gave the lie to her blonde head of hair—a discrepancy Dinah always considered a little scandalously whorish—she walked up to Roy, catching a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror and knowing that Roy was missing a truly spectacular production with each long stride.
He still stood at the toilet, rapping at his temple with the heel of his hand, trying to clear his head… until Dinah pressed herself against him from behind, sliding her hands around his waist and circling the thumb and forefinger of her right hand around his cockhead, holding it in a ring only a little larger than his thick manhood.
“Need a hand?” she asked Roy, feeling a tremor going through his cock at the touch of her body to his. And she equally enjoyed feeling the warm muscles of his lats against her cleavage, hard and strong, as if giving her a reminder of how firm his member could be. Even limp in her hand, it had a good heft to it, like some thick cut of steak just begging to be grilled.
“Dinah—“ Roy said, perhaps truly surprised for one of the only times in his life. “Hey…”
“Go on, Roy,” she told him, tugging his foreskin down his knob and aiming it at the bowl. “Or can’t you accept help from an old friend?”
Roy chuckled—perhaps imagining how likely he’d be to accept this sort of help from any friend other than Dinah. But he proved willing to let Dinah play her fancy out, however oddly it struck him. Looking down at her hand, nails still red with lacquer, holding his cock firmly pointed at the toilet, he pissed.
Dinah slowly slid her fingers up his length, not stopping until she reached the collar of his glans. There, she rubbed the pad of her thumb into the bottom ridge of Roy’s glans, knowing how sensitive his cock was there. The stream of Roy’s urine faltered, aroused blood rushing in to divert his manhood from one purpose to another.
“Dinah, that’s… distracting,” Roy said, gaping.
“Shh…” Dinah slid the ring of her fingers back down along his shaft. “Keep going.”
Roy closed his eyes and tried to think of the least sexy things he could. He’d seen plenty of gruesome sights in his life, but at the moment, none of them were coming to mind. He had to manage with recalling some of Lian’s stupid stuffed animal shows—those had been played so often on his TV that they were permanently burnt into his mind.
It worked, somewhat. Despite Dinah slowly fondling his member, he kept up the emptying of his bladder until there was nothing left to vent, his cock falling limp in Dinah’s hand. Roy sighed with relief—the satisfaction of a good piss was somehow better from having to fight off his erection.
“Now’s the part where I shake it, right?” Dinah asked, her lips right against his ear. Another surging charge of arousal went through Roy as he remembered that Dinah was pressed up against him, hand wrapped around his prick.
“Yeah,” Roy nodded, “usually.”
She shook out the dregs of his piss into the bowl, whereupon Roy automatically closed the lid and swished the lever. As the flush whirled down the tube, he was surprised to feel Dinah still stroking his prick. He only had his tiredness to blame.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Getting it all out,” Dinah said. “We can’t leave anything in there, can we?”
She kept stroking him, and without the need to control his arousal, Roy simply let himself enjoy her soft hands and her warm flesh pressed to his naked back, reigniting the memories of their lovemaking, recalling the sight of her nude body to his mind. God, she was gorgeous. It was all he could do not to turn around and take her in all over again, but letting her do what she wanted with his body was simply irresistible. He groaned deep in his chest as clear droplets of his precum bristled from his cock’s tip.
As soon as it appeared, Dinah kneaded her fingers around his cockhead, rubbing the precum into his knob, smiling to herself as Roy throatily moaned with her masturbation of him. When it was fully massaged into his glossy helmet, she stroked her hand back down his shaft, jerking him off firmly and evenly until another drop of precum oozed slowly out into the open.
Giggling with a crystalline warmth, she used her other hand to turn Roy around, giving him just a glimpse of her before she knelt down in front of him. Judging from the throb that went through his prick, that view was as appealing as going full frontal.
Her breasts hung on either side of his erection and she took one teat in her hand, rubbing it against his manhood, smearing his precum over the ripe curvature of her breast. The heat of his erection even seemed to sear into her nipple, perfectly targeting its sensitive hardness and sending warmth blooming deep into her body. She could guess from Roy’s groan that he felt the same way.
The deepest parts of her sex were tingling, her nerves gathering for the explosion of climaxing fury that she knew was coming. It was distant, but she could already tell how good it would be. She spread his precum around her areola, then down between her cleavage before she squeezed her breasts together around his cock, burying it in the wonderful curves of her bosom. Roy moaned hoarsely. It was almost enough to make Dinah wish she were a man, so she could know how good it felt.
“God, I love feeling your cum all over me—I can still feel it inside my cunt,” Dinah sighed, looking up at him. She could feel his hips moving responsively against the warmth and pressure of her compressed tits, and she squeezed them a little harder together, giving him a tighter passage to fuck. “It’s like you’re marking me, Roy. Like I’m yours.”
“I want you to be mine,” Roy groaned in response, his hips pitching forward even faster, sending pangs of lust into her cunt as she imagined him fucking her pussy that hard.
She didn’t know quite what to say—what to do about him accepting the implied offer so readily. She’d only just made peace with this thing between them; Roy was already so enthusiastic about it. She decided to say nothing. It felt good, so she would let it feel good. Anything else could come later.
And just so he wouldn’t notice her silence, she opened her mouth wide and fed his stiffened cock straight between her lips. All the way in, until it pressed against the back of her mouth, then was eagerly accepted into her hungry throat. She wanted him to come down her throat. She wanted it to be the first time of many. Worshipping this cock day after day, until… when? She’d drunk a bucketful of his cum? Enough to fill a bathtub? A swimming pool?
At that moment, she would’ve quickly agreed to that. She was desperate for his load to come shooting out for her, cover her tonsils and roll down her throat to mingle in her stomach with the seed he’d filled her womb with last night. She had to remind herself just to build him up, not to make him come too quickly. Tension and release. That was the trick. That was what would make it good for both of them.
She would play with him, get him hard, fill his scrotum, wait until all of his load was almost hers, then spurn it, leave him wanting, unfulfilled, before she started all over again… going just a bit further, leaving him hanging from an even higher summit.
Tension and release.
Release and tension.
But the pauses didn’t reset the countdown. They made him tenser and tenser, contributing to the gathering pressure in his loins until it was elevated to a level Roy never would’ve thought he could reach. Until he could climb no higher. He was at the peak. Poised right at the edge of climax, but not quite going off. An explosion that had been set off but was still frozen in the shape of a bomb.
It was a testimony to how well Dinah knew Roy, even though they’d never done this before. She’d become fluent in his body language, his tics, even the sounds he made. She knew instinctively when he was about to come and exactly how much it would take to push him over the line. And so she withhold only that last little push, keeping him in purgatory with his prick as hard as a diamond, spilling so much precum that it was almost like he’d come already, except that his tortured balls were filled to bursting, promising her more, much more. It was an agony for him, one that he endured solely out of trust in her, but the strain was clear from his contorted expression.
Dinah started to slurp her way off his erection, knowing the pleasure she was giving him and stopping just shy of giving him enough. She was planning to have him fuck her, but she’d forgotten that not only was Roy no longer the obedient little boy she’d known, but that he’d always been a willful child.
He grabbed hold of her head with a painful tightness, forcing her to look up at his blazing eyes. “Here it comes,” he told her in no uncertain terms, before thrusting himself to what felt like her stomach, setting off his orgasm with a cry of sheer relief.
Dinah, meanwhile, gurgled and slurped as he fed her his cum in a never-ending stream. “Mmmmm! Mmmmph! MMMHMM!” She had to suck and swallow as fast as she could just to keep any from escaping.
Dinah loved the sound of her own pleasured gulping, of his awesome release, and most of all the feel of his cum as what felt like gallons ran down her throat. She reached down to touch herself, finding unsurprisingly that her cunt had the same hair-trigger arousal that she’d meant to instill in Roy. If he hadn’t downright impregnated her throat, the sex would’ve been amazing, but at that moment, it was impossible for her to want anything but what she was getting.
She was swallowing the last of his cream where her juices flooded her fingers, flowing out of her cunt and down her thighs. Her eyes rolled back in her head from the blast of orgasm, but Dinah continued to faithfully suck at Roy, working one last drop of his sweet cum from his cockhead.
It tasted exquisite.
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