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Marry The Beyond
🕑 Added 2018-07-28 23:22:41 +0000 UTC Amara woke to Terry’s erect cock throbbing against her thigh. She opened her eyes slowly, purring like a kitten as she rubbed herself more tightly against Terry, squirming against his awakened manhood. He grinned at her as he came to. Terry put his hand on her warm hip, gripping the little dimple delineating her waspish waist.“You’re up early,” he said, looking at his window to see the blinds only glowing slightly.
“So are you.” Amara put her mouth to Terry’s ear. “I’m hungry, darling. My poor little pussy needs to be fed.”
“It didn’t have enough last night?”
“Only enough to whet its appetite.” Amara rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs apart for him. “Come. Fill my belly.”
For a moment, Terry just looked at her. Down to her swollen pink pussy, up over the muscles of her abdomen, along her voluptuous breasts to the strong features of her gorgeous face. She was a fierce woman, not a beautiful one, but she was still ferociously sexual. He moaned with desire as he climbed on top of her. He could dispense with the preliminaries. Amara was so obviously turned on that all that remained to be done was to enter her with his raging erection.
Terry pressed his dripping cockhead against Amara’s gates, held it there for a second that nearly broke her, and then jammed himself brutally inside of her.
“Aahhhh!” Amara cried, in surprise, in pain, and in relief.
He covered her mouth with his hand as he fucked himself far up into her cunt, enjoying her warm breath against his palm as she breathed hard and tried to scream. The mighty huntress seemed totally unprepared for just how big he was. He would’ve thought she’d remember after last night. This time, he was determined that she wouldn’t forget.
“Keep it down, will you?” Terry quipped as he penetrated her violently. “People are trying to sleep.”
She grabbed his face in her hands, holding onto his cheeks as if trying to convey something to him, but he seized her wrists in his other hand and pinned them against his bed’s headboard. Amara, who’d woken up naked and aroused, was now defenseless as well, helpless to resist being ravaged as hard as Terry decided was necessary. At first, she was shocked by his audacity. Then she began to get off on it. She couldn’t very well be frigid, not when her cunt was so full and she was being fucked more ferociously than she ever had been before.
“Who are you working for?” Terry demanded, moving his hand from her mouth down to her throat.
Amara couldn’t even think of denying him, not anything. “Don’t know his name—anonymous hire—paid me through cyberspace.”
Terry thrust his prick in deep, biting Amara’s shoulder. “Aghhhh!” she screamed, feeling the pain translate into waves of excitement as it bounced down to her thighs, her clit.
“What were you paid for?”
Her pussy writhed violently around his pistoning dick. “To get a sample—nnh!—of your genetic make-up! Gh! Skin! Hair! Blood! Anything!”
“Semen?” Terry asked, so caught up in his interrogation of her that he loosened his grip on her wrists. Amara was able to pull one loose.
“Yes! Yes! YE--!”
Terry covered her mouth again with her hand. “So that’s why you’re acting like such a slut. I was beginning to wonder.”
Amara slapped him hard on the ass with her freed hand, making him uncover her mouth to corral her arm again. “Yes, I’m a slut, a slut!”
“Why do they want my DNA?”
“Don’t know! Didn’t ask!”
A vein on Terry’s forehead looked like it was going to pop as he continued hammering Amara. “Did they hire anyone else?”
“Curare, I think! Please, Batman, I need your cum!”
“Who does your pussy belong to?”
“What?” Amara asked, now totally confused as her mind, already torn between remembering the details of her mission and absorbing the pleasure of Terry’s fucking, proved itself unable to switch tracks yet again.
Terry stopped thrusting into her. “Who does your pussy belong to?”
Gaping, Amara came back to herself. “You. Terry McGinnis. The Batman. It’s yours, I’m all yours…”
Terry covered her mouth again and thrust into her, all the way to his balls. He came with a series of violent tremors, pumping his seed into her. Amara was on the brink of orgasm, but she hadn’t reached ecstasy yet. She was panting and writhing around, almost unable to breathe. And Terry was filling her with his cum. When the first of his wad had burst out of him, he realized how close she was.
Bruce probably wouldn’t let her come, he thought. Then he reached down to her ass, feeling out her tight little anus before jabbing his index finger into it.
“Oh fuuuuck!” Amara screamed into his censoring hand.
It was too much. Her sex clasped and tightened on Terry’s cock, as if squeezing the life out of it, savoring every moment of hardness left in it as his erection waned. Amara pressed her short nails into her palms and drew blood as her brain burnt with an overload of feeling. She came pressing her bloody hands into Terry’s pale back.
Terry pulled out of her, feeling oddly refreshed from the morning exercise. He picked up his shower robe and wrapped it around his naked body, grabbing clean clothes from his dresser to put on after he’d freshened up. Amara lay where he’d laid her, semi-conscious, her legs splayed and her jaw slack.
“Amara,” he said sharply. “Get up.”
“Uhnnnnn… mmmnnn…”
“It’s morning. You have to get out of here. My mom’ll be up soon.”
“God, Terry… you were so… marvelous…”
“Yeah, you were great too.” He couldn’t help but smile at the sensual, if deadly, woman as she luxuriated in her sexual daze. “But you need to go.”
“Can’t I stay here?” Amara purred. “You can fuck me when you get back… I don’t mind waiting.”
“I’ll probably have homework.”
He at last persuaded Amara out of his bed, helping to dress her, and trying not to linger on the erotic nature of what he was covering up. Finally, Terry got Amara to the elevator, looking only slightly cross-eyed. He called for a prepaid cab as she traveled down to the lobby. It would take a bite out of his walking-around money, but it’d been worth it.
He’d gotten the information he needed.
***
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
Terry cracked his neck. It’d been a long day at school, made especially long by Dana making goo-goo eyes at him all day. Normally, he would’ve relished missing the bus for some make-out time, or maybe something more, but he was scheduled for Wayne’s right after school. The moment he’d come in, the atmosphere was tense. Tenser than usual. Ace had eyed him up like a raw steak. Bruce had immediately ordered him down to the Batcave for this; a classic Wayne chewing out.
“I suppose I don’t want to know how you found out,” Terry replied evenly, taking one of the seats at the Batcomputer. Bruce, of course, remained standing, perched on the support of his cane like a bird of prey preparing to swoop down.
Bruce grinned without grinning. “If you’re not smart enough to know I would, you’re definitely not smart enough to know how.”
“Barbara told you, didn’t she?”
Bruce grunted. “Intimate contact with the Dee Dees. Allowing a world-class assassin into your home. Taking things to the next level with your girlfriend.”
“That’s none of your business!” Terry protested.
“It affects operational morale. Imagine if Dana found out about the others. Might take your mind off the mission.”
“Having a life might take my mind off the mission,” Terry said, throwing his hands up. “It’s 2039. Everyone fucks around. And as for Amara—Stalker—she knew from the other Stalker. I think I defused the situation pretty well, personally.”
“Congratulations. You have a lovesick supervillain with your home address. And the Dee Dees?”
Terry shrugged. “They’re just hot. Listen, I know this sounds crazy, but you’ve heard of—“
“The alternate universe where I had a harem?” Bruce said tersely. “I was on the Justice League. I hear things.”
Terry gestured: ‘there you go.’ “It’s something, isn’t it? Like with Ten. Maybe if I’d been more open to a relationship, that could’ve changed things for her. Maybe for a lot of people. I’m pretty sure I got through to Amara, at least a little…”
“So now you’re going to fuck your way through the Jokerz?”
“You did it with Harley Quinn.”
“Different universe,” Bruce grumbled. “Different rules. Even if it worked out in that parallel reality, who knows how many universes there are where it ended in blood?”
“Then I won’t be one of those universes. If I wanted a safe life, I wouldn’t put on the suit.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Bruce grunted. Hobbling to the Batcomputer, he clicked on the screens, summoning up a preloaded file on Amara. “What did you get out of her?”
Terry groaned. How the hell could he explain to Bruce the sense of invulnerability he knew was right, the certainty in what he was doing? The same love and affection he’d felt from Dana after bedding her, he’d gotten from the Dee Dees, from Amara, even from Barbara. Of course Bruce couldn’t understand that…
“Someone hired her to get a sample of my genetic material. No idea why. I suppose they could find out who I am and kill me, but it seems like if you’re hiring a world-class assassin, you should just tell her to finish the job herself. Save yourself a tr—“
“You’re grounded,” Bruce said.
“What? No TV for a month?” Terry asked, visibly sarcastic.
“No Batman,” Bruce replied.
Terry shot to his feet. “Bullshit,” he fired back. “I can take Curare; I’ve done it before.”
“This isn’t about that. They’re not targeting Batman, they’re targeting the man inside the suit. That’s not just you, it’s your family.”
“So let me get out there and protect them!”
“How? By eating Curare out?”
“Didn’t that work on Talia al Ghul? Or just Catwoman?”
Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “I want you to get out of town. I’ll call up the Justice League to cover Gotham.”
“Seriously? You hate those guys.”
“They’re inefficient,” Bruce corrected. “But they can handle themselves.”
“Yeah, but this is my city.”
For a moment, Bruce almost seemed to smile. “I’ll find something once in a lifetime happening out in the world, the kind of thing a sentimental old coot would send a young man like you to see. You can take Dana with you, since you’re so much closer now.”
“No need,” Terry said. “I’ve got a standing invitation to go camping with some friends.”
“Will that be far enough away?”
“It’ll be outside the hole in the ozone layer. That’s where all the good hiking is. We done here?”
“For the time being.”
As Terry took the stairs out of the Batcave, he had his phone in his hand, ready to go the moment he was out of range of the cell blockers. “Chelsea, hey, is Blade there?”
***
Chelsea Cunningham pushed her finger into Blade’s juicy pussy, enjoying the initial moan before she put her thumb on Blade’s clit and her girlfriend outright gasped.
“Open your mouth,” Chelsea ordered. Blade obeyed her and Chelsea immediately kissed her, shoving her tongue into Blade’s open mouth, their lips and pussies grinding together in slow circles. Chelsea took hold of Blade’s full, ripe breasts and squeezed them as she savagely kissed and bit at Blade’s lips. Blade reached down and grabbed Chelsea’s sumptuous ass, sinking her fingernails into the soft flesh.
The phone rang.
“Christ!” Chelsea swore, and took hold of the phone as she moved her breasts to Blade’s face, having her lick and suck them while she answered it. “Keep going,” she told Blade, then connected the call. “Hello?” It was Terry, asking about her and Blade. “Yeah, she’s somewhere around here. What do you want?”
Blade wrapped her legs around Chelsea’s waist, more desperately gyrating their bodies together in a bid for Chelsea’s attention. Chelsea let her amuse herself while Terry explained that he finally had a weekend free and could go camping with her and Blade on a double date, just like she’d been pestering him to do for months.
“Good! Finally! We can go Friday, first thing after school. Just you, me, the great outdoors, and those other two.”
Blade was working her way down Chelsea’s body, opening up her legs, shoving her face into Chelsea’s groin.
“Oh shit, eat my cunt,” Chelsea whimpered.
“What was that?” Terry asked suspiciously.
“Nothing. Friday. You and Dana. Don’t schazz out on us; this time you’d better come!” She disconnected the call as Blade’s tongue continued roving through her pussy. “Better come,” she said again. “Better come… better come…”
Chelsea’s entire body was poised on the brink of ecstasy, every nerve ending electrified by the current running through Blade’s tongue. Her naked flesh throbbed and tingled as Blade moved to her clit, lips parted, and her straining muscles begged for Blade’s tongue. Her cunt was pouring out so much lubricant that she was afraid Blade’s tongue would slip right off of her, while her clit swelled more and more, completely engorged with hot blood. It stabbed at Blade’s tongue as she finally touched it, setting Chelsea off with a spasming, surging climax that nearly shattered her phone in her hand as she tightened her grip on it and buried the fingernails of her other hand in her palm.
Blade looked up, the lower half of her face smeared with Chelsea’s ejaculation, and she licked her lips. “Who was that?”
“Oh, Terry,” Chelsea said, out of breath. “He and Dana want to go on that camping trip with us.”
“God, fucking finally,” Blade said. “Imagine, have a genuine ski cabin all to ourselves, just the four of us…”
“The two of us. I’m going to get high as a kite,” Chelsea laughed. “Poor Dana, though. A weekend of being up in the mountains with Terry and nothing else to do but, uh, Terry. She’s not going to come back walking straight.”
“Yeah,” Blade agreed, “poor Dana.”
Privately, she thought about Terry. He was such a cute boy, almost beautiful, with his long dark hair and an air of toughness that kept him from seeming too pretty. Like Nash, only with something to back up his ego. A lot to back up his ego, given how giggly Dana’d gotten all of a sudden. Maybe that explained why Terry was suddenly so gung-ho about the trip.
He probably has a really big cock, she thought, the tingling intensifying in her pussy. Why else would Dana put up with him ditching her all the time?
Despite the fact that she was going out with Chelsea, Blade imagined what it would be like with Terry. If he did have a big dick, what would it feel like inside me? Maybe it wouldn’t even fit. But God, she’d love to let him try.
She pictured him going skinny-dipping while they were on their weekend getaway. She would walk up slowly to where he was swimming, silently taking her clothes off so that when he saw her she would be completely naked. She would hide his clothes too, so he couldn’t get away. And if he wanted her to tell him where they were, he’d just have to earn it.
Blade thought about how he might do that as Chelsea went down on her. Before she knew it, she was coming. She was coming very, very hard.
***
“Fuck me. Fuck me!” Barbara screamed. “I can’t stand it! Fuck my ass!”
She bounced up and down in his lap with the stamina of a woman half her age, completely ignoring the fact that Terry was sitting in her chair, behind the desk of the police commissioner, and that she was riding his cock reverse cowgirl like some secretary getting fucked silly.
“Take it! Take my cock, you sweet fucking bitch!” Terry husked into her ear as he bounced his hips, driving his cock even further into her ass. She felt like at any moment, he would shove her forward over her own desk and fuck her from behind while she was bent over it, really cream her ass while he made her his anal bitch. She had too much pride to let him do that. For the moment.
Barbara reached down to frig her clit, knowing he was going to come in her ass at any moment. She could tell because his cockhead felt like an anvil, and she knew enough about pricks to know that when they were surging up and throbbing like mad, they were ready to spew out cum.
Fuck, she liked the thought of cum in her ass.
Barbara felt Terry run his fingers down her slit, then push them inside of her labia, into her warm cunt. “Come for me, Batgirl,” he hissed as he held his fingers inside her sex, feeling its folds clench in orgasm. “Let me feel you fucking come.”
Barbara’s world went nova-white and she couldn’t feel anything except the flails of Terry’s cum as he ejaculated, over and over again, into her anus. The painful stretching sensation she’d felt as she’d lowered herself inch by inch onto his dick came back, just from having his seed packed into her rectum, so hot and so much of it, bursting out of him in a flood.
When Barbara came to, she was bent over the desk, her groin wet all the way down to her inner thighs. Bastard. She couldn’t even be angry with him. She thought she was going to come again just feeling dollops of cum run out of her painfully tender anus.
“Don’t ever call me Batgirl again,” she said, trying to sound tough, but it came out as a croak. She’d strained her voice taking advantage of the office being soundproof. And to think, she’d had that feature installed so she could chew out underlings in private.
“Maybe you should start calling me Batman instead of ‘kid’,” Terry countered. “That is how you think of me now, isn’t it?”
“Fuck, you are irritating.” Heaving, Barbara managed to reach down and put her clothes back on, panties and trousers. Both would probably be ruined once all the cum, his and hers, seeped into them. “You’re really taking after your old man.”
“He fucked Wonder Woman. Why wouldn’t I?” Giving Barbara a pat on her ravaged ass, Terry came around the desk to talk to her face to face. Though since he was standing and she was still slumped across the desk, she ended up mostly seeing how hard he still was. Goddamn teenagers. “I need a favor.”
“Sodomy wasn’t enough for you? Kids these days.”
“There’s a small town out in the boonies, Fiddler’s Mill? In a day or so I need you to seed some reports into the feed that Batman’s been spotted out there.”
“Sure, kid. And any reason Bruce isn’t asking me this?”
“Because he’s not Batman anymore. I am.”
Barbara chuckled. “Maybe you two deserve each other. You’re both a pain in my ass.”
“It’s a nice ass,” Terry retorted. “Will you do it?”
“Yeah, kid. Sure.”
Terry suddenly took hold of her hair, holding his messy cock up to her mouth. “’Yes, Batman,’” he corrected.
Barbara opened her lips. “Yes, Batman,” she said, shutting off a lot of dumb voices screaming in her mind as she bowed her head to clean him off.
***
Chelsea’s father owned a ski cabin. It wasn’t much—he wasn’t a billionaire or anything—it was only accessible by a two-day hike up the mountain, with a pristine ski range down the south face with no ski lift, only a set of stairs. By modern standards, it was rustic, and the turbulent post-greenhouse weather made even that much skiing a dicey prospect. Still, he lived in fear of Chelsea and her girlfriend trashing the place. He’d only let her go there with a chaperone. Not that he trusted many older men, or women, around Chelsea. Terry was an exception. Hoping to get a discrete ‘in’ with Bruce Wayne, he’d made it clear that someone as mature and responsible as Terry could have the run of the place whenever they liked.
All that was left was to get there.
They paused on the crest of an icy ridge, the exertion of the long climb turning the summit into one more of exhaustion than of a triumph. Dana drew back her head to gulp in the chill, crystal-clear mountain air. Despite everyone telling her that it was much better than the air in Gotham, her lungs still felt like they would ache their way right out of her chest.
“Give me some good old city smog any day.”
A gust of wind swirled a soft lock of dark hair out from under her beanie and into her face. Dana shivered as she swept it back into place.
“God, city mouse,” Chelsea said scornfully, looking out at the trackless, virgin-white snow that covered the valley below. “Just look at that view. Think of how it’ll look through the window of that sweet-ass cabin we’ll have all to ourselves!”
“There’s got to be an easier way to get some privacy,” Dana grumbled.
They’d been on the wilderness trail all day. The rich, womanly scent of her sweat grew strong, despite her deodorant. It embarrassed Dana, putting a rich flush through her every time Terry stood nearby and sniffed. She almost thought he liked it…
“There’s privacy and then there’s privacy!” Blade exclaimed. “No parental units, no school monitors, no paparazzi—“
Dana and Terry shared a glance, both wondering just how famous Blade thought she was. She might’ve been a legend in Hamilton Hill, but mostly she was a legend in her own mind.
“Being in the high country makes me feel fucking free!” she continued, ripping off her ski cap so that the wind caught her hair and swirled it around like a silvery mist. “Don’t you like the view, Terry?”
“I haven’t seen it before,” Terry hedged, feeling his cock twitch as he stared at Blade. He had to admit, he was far more interested in the tempting curves of Blade than in the hills and valleys.
Blade caught the lewd gleam in his eyes. It brought a sly, provocative grin to lips glistening with chapstick. “Where do you think we should sleep tonight?” she asked him coyly.
Terry took in a hard gulp of air and looked out over the valley. This would be a lot easier if he could just put on the Batsuit he had stowed in his pack. Even Old Man Wayne couldn’t deny him the chance to defend himself, if worst came to worst. But as it was, he thought it’d be noon tomorrow before they reached the cabin. “Let’s make camp in the shelter of that overhanging rock.”
Blade edged to the very lip of the steep slope. “That big, hard rock?” she asked Terry leadingly. “That’s a good choice. I like your rock.”
Chelsea gave Blade a clap on the back. “Last one down’s making dinner!” she said, telescoping out the skis built into her boots and the poles built into her gloves. She launched herself down with a thrust of the latter.
“I’m getting to that rock!” Blade said, lunging forward into a deep crouch.
Terry watched them dash down the slope, but most especially the tempting sway of Blade’s ass. The softly rounded mounds were snugly packed into her sleek black ski suit, which hugged her luscious body all the way to her neck and sheened as if demanding male attention. Terry could only look away when she’d gotten too far to make out the curve of her buttocks.
“So I guess we’re making dinner?” Dana asked, flashing him a cool grin as the two of them made no move to follow.
“I don’t think I’d trust either of them with cooking.”
“At least they know when to butt out.” Wrapping herself around Terry, Dana gave him a barely chaste kiss, pulling back just before he could get aggressive with her, then grinning at the look of lust in his eyes. “Save it for the cabin, sweetie.”
“I’ve got plenty for here and the cabin.” Terry grinned coolly. “We’d be done way before those two come looking for us.”
“That’s not much of an enticement.”
“Alright then. We’re still be going at it by the time they make their way back up the slope. They can see the face you make when you come.”
“I don’t make a face!” Dana said defensively.
“We could ask Blade when she gets here.”
“You’d like that!” Dana laughed, looking down at the straining crotch of his tight-fitting pants. “I guess I’d better step up my game. If I can’t satisfy you, you’ll probably sneak a fuck with her.”
“Hey, you always satisfy me.”
Dana gave an odd smile. “There’s no satisfying you. I could let you do me in the ass and five minutes after, you’d be pumping her sweet cunt, sucking on those big luscious tits, grabbing a hold of that hot silver hair…”
“Do you want to fuck her or do you want me to?”
Dana’s smile grew more curious. “Hey, I’m a modern girl, I don’t much care either way. It’d just be a shame if you ruined her for Chelsea. They make a cute couple.”
“I could always fuck Chelsea too. We do have all weekend.”
“That’s right…” Dana rubbed her thigh against the engorged bulge of his groin. “You know what I really want, though?”
“What do you really want, Dana?”
“I want you to get that big, fat cock all nice and hard for me. I want it throbbing and shaking and ready to fuck all three of us. And then…” Dana kissed at the tip of his nose. “I want you to be really careful skiing downhill so you don’t break it!” She laughed and pushed him off her, then took off down the slope in a splash of deep powdery snow.
“You sneaky—“
She was already gone. Terry summoned up his self-control, forcing his erection down with sheer willpower, unwilling to risk taking a tumble with his erection at full strength. Finally, he set off down the slope and came to the clearing at the base of the rock where Dana was waiting for him. She clapped her hands in triumph.
“What’s for dinner, slowpoke?”
Comments
Shendude
Not only is this hot as hell, it's also FUN. And also somehow feels in-character.
John Haslach
A future foursome with Blade, Chelsea, and Dana? Hell yes, good sir.
