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Marry The Beyond update
🕑 Added 2018-07-04 15:04:27 +0000 UTC Mary McGinnis’s legs seemed not quite connected with her body as she got out of her car and walked to her apartment. She found it difficult to walk in a straight line. She fortified herself with the thought that when she got inside, she would splash her face with cold water and drink some strong black coffee. If there was one thing good about Terry working as a gopher at Mr. Wayne’s, it was that he seemed to keep coffee brewing at all hours of the day.However, on reaching the sanctity of her apartment, Mary saw that the coffeemaker was empty. She couldn’t motivate herself to make any; the day had been too long. She lay down on her bed with a wet towel over her forehead to combat the lightheadedness she felt.
She had to change her clothes; everything felt horribly sweaty and sticky. She got up to take off her dress, then fell back on her bed in nothing but her bra and panties. Warren would be shocked to find her this way, but the bedsheets felt deliciously cool and clean on her skin, which was otherwise so hot…
Warren was dead, though. Dead and divorced from her. She tried to think of someone else finding her in her underwear, besides Terry or Matt. It seemed like there were no eligible bachelors left in the city. As a girl, she’d had Superman and Green Lantern and the Flash… now there was just those rockers who seemed younger than her son, and were definitely far less mature.
Well, there was Batman. She’d seen him a few times; it seemed like everyone in Gotham had, now that he’d come back. She knew he wore some high-tech suit, but it couldn’t make him so tall, with such a growling voice, and those rock-hard abs underneath its skintight sheath. That was all on whoever wore the mask.
She pictured Batman standing there in the doorway, looking at her… and she instinctively spread her legs, her breath coming faster. She could imagine his erection as he saw her lying there. His long, fat cock standing out from a zipper in his costume.
“Oohh!” she muttered sensuously, her hand moving down to the narrow waistband of her panties and slipping under it, to the smooth tense flesh of her lower belly. She wanted a man now as she had never wanted anything before. She wanted someone with her, inside her, fucking her… a cock to tear her open and fill her, satisfy her, shit, that would be so good now, right now.
Mary groaned, dimly ashamed of herself for the unabashed smuttiness of her thoughts. Her fingers crept downward until they touched her feminine hair—not as dry as she would’ve thought.
Writhing ecstatically, Mary ran her hand over her soft labia and touched her middle finger to the tiny firmness of her clitoris. She was on fire down there. She didn’t know what was happening to her, why she was so turned on, shamelessly masturbating this way. Batman! She begged silently, I need you, I need you to fuck me, I’ll make it so good for you, just give me your wonderful cock!
With fumbling haste she rubbed her hand against her throbbing clit, but it wasn’t enough… she clenched her buttocks and rolled her hips, helplessly lustful, grinding her palm against the burning folds of her pussy. Some dam had been broken, some chain snapped, and now a mountain of desire was driving her into an ever-increasing frenzy.
She wanted to take her fantasy further, and so she decided to be a little daring, taking whoever that young stud was in the Batman costume into her home. Well, it wasn’t that daring—her sons were gone on a little trip and there was no chance of being caught by them. She decided to take a shower with this dark knight. She imagined taking the man—could he be much older than Terry?—into the bathroom, then turning on the shower. Turning the knob to hot water to steam the place up. Then, under the spray, her hair dampened down to her shoulders, her breasts shone with wetness, her pubic hair darkened.
She imagined moving against the back of the shower stall so that there was room for Batman. But he wouldn’t finger her, oh no, Mary thought as she took her hand away from her groin. He’d fuck her.
***
Amara was eager to find out more about the Batman by inspecting his den. She moved through the apartment, smelling his scent, looking through his things. As she neared the master bedroom, the kind of premonition she had trained herself to listen to made her stop in front of the door and listen.
Amara heard something odd. A sucking aural wetness was coming out of the bedroom. Amara had heard something very much like it recently, but she couldn’t think of where it had been. Still, it made her cautious, and she eased the door open slowly, just a crack at first, instead of throwing it open as she might have done to surprise an enemy.
The bedroom was bright with neon signage shining through the open window; Amara could see quite clearly inside. Her jaw dropped. Now she remembered where she had heard that sound. It was the sound Batman’s thick cock made as it fucked his mate, cajoling her, claiming her, and finally mastering her. Only no one was fucking here. The Bat’s mother was in there alone.
She was on her back on the bed, thighs open. Something, Amara couldn’t tell what it was from her vantage point, was being forced regularly into the woman’s lovely red-fringed pussy with a steady, efficient rhythm. That was what was making the noise.
“Oooooooooh!” Mary sighed softly. “Ohh, I am gonna fuck his cock and make him come! Come in my cunt, Batman… shoot that hot jizz inside me! Oooo, yes, Batman! Hurry, come in my pussy! Nnnhh, I’m coming so much for you, so fucking much!”
Mary stared up at the ceiling. Whatever it was that she was pushing in and out of herself continued to make that noise, the noise of her cunt sucking hungrily. It was even louder as Mary mouthed the word ‘Batman’ over and over again. She made the penetration even harder as her pleasure rose.
Amara felt a rush of desire envelop her as she watched the gorgeous older woman masturbate. Mary hunched, getting whatever it was that was fucking her deeper into her wet sex. Amara gasped as she saw the fat, green phallus wedge itself deeper into Mary’s succulent womanhood.
“A cucumber,” she observed, whispering too softly for the mother to hear.
Amara could now clearly see that a huge, pussy-wet vegetable was gliding in and out of Mary’s eager sex. It went sliding inside until just the bumpy tip remained in Mary’s hand, then sluiced wetly out again. Amara watched as Mary’s juicy little slit was split again and again. Mary moaned with joy and her body trembled, wiggling the fat cucumber as she crammed it inside herself only to reluctantly give it up again.
Amara felt her pussy begin to moisten as she watched the lewd display. Seeing such a beautiful woman fucking herself so desperately was enough to ignite a savage fire inside of Amara—or add fuel to the one that had started as she saw Batman practically breed his mate right out in the open, like he was master of the Serengeti, an alpha predator not to be challenged by any man.
As Amara watched Mary groaning and dragging her hips down to meet each thrusting entry of what she had settled for as a cock, Amara felt her juices flowing from her cunt. Her breasts had become swollen, while her nipples stood out erect, just painful enough to be enjoyable.
Mary’s tits were doing much the same, Amara noticed, as the throbbing ache in her own cleavage became almost too much to bear. Mary’s were swollen beneath the tight bra that she was wearing, and the breasts jiggled as she took the driving, sluicing cucumber inside herself and then out again.
“Oh, God, sweet Jesus, I need to come!” Mary moaned. “I really need to come! Why don’t you come here and fuck my brains out, Batman? Nmmmmm! Don’t you know you can do anything you want with me? You and all your friends, I don’t care! Get in here and fuck me hard!”
Mary was filled with lust. She was fucking the cucumber inside herself with absolute determination, grunting and cursing with each vicious lunge. Her breasts were rippling inside her bra as if they were going to rip through the fabric at any moment.
Amara felt the same way she had as she’d watched Terry and Dana fuck, only this was much worse. Now she knew what she had to do to get the release that her pussy was demanding, and she was not the least bit hesitant about giving herself that ecstatic relief.
Amara undid her loincloth and let it fall away. Next, she slid her fingers to the opening of her cunt, sighing as she touched the erectly pulsing clitoris that topped it. Keeping her eyes on Mary’s thrashing, near-naked body, Amara began caressing her breasts even as she fingered herself with quick, shocking strikes.
Instantly, Amara felt the tension inside her taut body go from sweat-inducing to electric. It was a marvelous, soulful tension, pulled taut by the building friction in her wet little pussy, a tension that would soon release itself gloriously.
Mary was already nearing the point of no return herself. Amara could almost smell it. The woman’s eyes were wide with need. Her pussy was drenching the pistoning cucumber with her wet pleasure. Mary’s nostrils flared like those of a prize mare being mounted by a stallion, and her breasts were as firm and swollen under her bra as a pair of ripe cantaloupes.
Amara opened the door a little wider. She wanted a good view of Mary as the woman finished. She knew that watching her do so was going to make her own pussy come even harder. Amara picked up the rhythm of her masturbation, hoping to share her climax with Mary.
The rocking, moaning redhead tensed for the final step, went up onto the balls of her feet and the blades of her shoulders, then slammed the would-be cock all the way inside of herself. It nearly disappeared into her drenched pussy.
“UHHHHHH!” Mary shuddered as the orgasm hit, letting out a deep, guttural moan.
Amara’s cunt was at the boiling point. She gulped down her own joyful mewling and kept on jamming her fingers between her thighs, her eyes never leaving Mary as the mature woman shook and groaned and then dropped down flat onto the mattress like an anvil. The cucumber eased itself slowly from her clasping sex, her lips sucking hungrily at its bumpy contours as it slid away from her.
A few seconds, Amara told herself anxiously. Just a few more seconds and she’d be feeling that too.
The cucumber rolled off the bedspread and onto the floor, smacking wetly into the carpet. Mary cursed softly and roused herself, moving to retrieve her impromptu sex toy before it had stained the carpet.
Amara panicked. All this woman had to do was look up and she would see her. She didn’t know what to do. Just one or two more seconds of her pistoning fingers and she’d be finished, but what really mattered was to forget about her orgasm get the fuck out of there. So why couldn’t she? Why’d she keep going.
A surge rippled through her womanhood. The tension of her predicament heightened the pleasure. It was too much for her to endure.
The front door swung open with a crash against the opposing wall, Mary looking up sharply at the side-wall through which the sound had come. “Terry,” she murmured.
Still shuddering orgasmically, Amara crawled away, disappearing into the shadows even as the lights came on in the kitchen.
***
Terry picked through the refrigerator, finding an apple in the fruit drawer and settling on that. As he chewed on the first bite, he walked into the hallway and saw that the door to his mom’s bedroom was cracked open. He went to it. “Mom?” he called gently, not wanting to wake her if she was asleep.
No answer. He eased the door open and saw that Mary was in bed, the covers pulled up over her body. Changing lights from the neon signs outside the window splayed onto her huddled body. He went to the windows and closed the blinds, then left Mary to her sleep. She must’ve been so tired when she got home from work that she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
As Terry left, he was careful to close the door fully and quietly. He was pretty tired himself. A good night’s sleep would suit him just fine.
***
Amara watched Terry disappear into his own bedroom, the lights go on under the door, then off, his bed creaking as he settled his weight onto it. Finally, silence. She waited patiently, stalking her prey. One minute, two, three. Her lust wore off, faded into an unrelenting throb under her skin, but one she could safely ignore. After fifteen minutes, she judged that Terry was most likely asleep. She eased the door open. He was sprawled out on his bed, his sheets in a boyish tangle around his unclothed body.
A draft blew in through the open door, the cold air sliding over his body, puckering his skin. He stirred, throwing off a fold of his blanket to reveal the massive bulge in his underwear. Amara gasped at the sight of it; it was quite visible, even flaccid. He must’ve been bigger than any prey she had hunted before. She wondered if he hurt his woman as he put it inside her. If he did, the pain was evidently worth it, judging by how Dana had responded…
Terry didn’t wake as Amara drew his underwear down off his bare legs. She eyed his manhood in frank admiration. Even soft, it was large. Not that large was enough to satisfy her, but she could work on that.
She began to lightly stroke the length of his cock. It was flaccid and floppy, all the strength drained from it since she’d seen it in action against the woman (his bitch). That limpness didn’t bother her. She knew how to get it up again.
Her fingers curled around the base. Running her fingers through the jungle of Terry’s pubic hand, she rubbed her palm around in circles on the muscles of his groin. The sleeping man stirred, moaning happily.
Gently cupping his balls in one hand, Amara began to massage them. Terry moaned again but didn’t wake up. Amara knew it was working. She felt faint stirrings deep inside the large scrotum, and knew that his balls at least were waking up.
She took hold of his prick and gently rubbed the delicate underside of the cockhead against his muscular thigh. Then she pushed it upward until the crown was against the skin of his chiseled abs. She dragged it around them, moistening his knob with his own cool sweat. The moistness she rubbed into his shaft slowly awakened the sleeping giant.
Mmmmmmmmmm, she hummed to herself, swearing she could taste the arousal as Terry’s cock sprung to life. Her plan was working even faster than she’d thought it would. Despite his exhaustion, despite all she’d observed him doing over the course of the day, Terry was already preparing his body for another bout of wanton fucking.
Amara watched in fascination as she lightly batted his stiffening prick from one side of his pelvis to the other. It rocked to and fro, the cockhead’s coloring growing more intense until it was both the size and color of a plum.
Amara enjoyed playing with his cock. Still cradling his scrotum in her hand as if it were some pagan idol to be worshipped, she started to rhythmically squeeze the balls between her fingers. As if she’d performed a magic ritual, his cock began to swell. Soon, it was all a fierce red.
Terry was stirring from his slumber. No man could keep sleeping while someone fondled him the way Amara was. As he came to, she was still gently massaging his balls, tracing odd patterns in his pubic hair, and looking beautifully savage. When he opened his eyes, Terry was very glad to be awake. No one should have missed what he saw in bed with him.
Amara was enormously tall, at least six feet, although it was hard to tell with her huddled at the foot of his bed. Her long, lithe body was slender but not quite gaunt, her breasts high firm mounds pushing out until they sloped into hard, jutting nipples. She wore a long loincloth that brushed the carpet as she wagged her hips, her long legs being spread on the floor while her torso was lying down at the foot of his bed. Her hair was a shining abundance of black, while her eyes were the palest blue Terry had ever seen—more like chips of ice than anything that could convey emotion, he thought.
Then he stopped thinking—or at least thinking on that register—and reacted as Bruce would’ve wanted him to, not his body. He put his foot on Amara’s shoulder and gave her a stout push, sending her off his cock and hurdling across the room to impact his closet door. The sound was a loud thump, and Terry hoped like hell his mom was too tired to hear it. Still, he couldn’t worry about that now.
Still erect, now almost painfully so with the woman no longer offering the relief she’d been giving him, he vaulted off of the bed with his sheets in hand. Even as Amara rose, he looped the bedsheets over her head, trapping her and blinding her as he gave her a stiff rabbit punch. It seemed to take a lot of resistance out of her flexing body, and she went limp almost immediately once he had her in a headlock, choking off the flow of blood to her brain.
Before he’d met Bruce Wayne, this really would’ve been a pleasant surprise to him…
***
Amara woke up firmly tied, seated on the boy’s bed with a gag in her mouth. Terry was standing in front of her. He’d pulled his underwear back on. His arms were crossed.
“I want to know what you’re doing here,” he said.
“I should think that was obvious.”
“Yeah, usually girls buy me a drink before they do that.”
“I don’t recall seeing Dana Tan do that,” Amara replied. “Did Batman buy her one?”
Terry put the gag back in her mouth. “Alright,” he said. “You wanted the hard way.”
He pushed her over, spinning her onto her belly so she was bent over the bed with her ass in the air. Then he began to spank her.
The agony burst in handprints across her succulent buttocks. His slapping hand was just as painful as any injury she’d suffered, but the pain was different. She didn’t know why, but to her utter mortification, Amara found herself sinking into the mattress and lifting her ass up, offering it to him as he tormented her. She cursed and swore into the gag, but Terry continued spanking her already sore ass, slamming the agony deeper into her muscles, making her gyrate her hips as she tried to alternately flee from her punishment and embrace it.
With every slap, her pussy clenched, sending her into paroxysms of horrible lust. Amara didn’t understand it. How could she feel this way? Feel something so depraved, so dishonorable?
Terry stopped the spanking, rolling her over—further pain as her reddened buttocks touched the bedspread again—and ripped her gag away. “Now talk. How do you know I’m Batman? Why are you following me? Why did you suck my dick?”
Amara just stared at him. “Spank me harder. Maybe I’ll tell you.”
Terry reached into his briefs and drew out his manhood through the crotch. Amara shouldn’t have been surprised, but he was rock-hard. “If you don’t want to use your mouth for that, maybe you can use it for this.”
Amara glared at his rampant prick, inches from her face. It was one thing to seduce him, quite another to let him have his way with her as if she were a bitch in heat. She wouldn’t. She just wouldn’t let his cock into her mouth.
“No? Fine. First I’ll spank your ass, then I’ll fuck your face, and then you’re going to tell me everything. Otherwise I’ll mix it up a bit.”
She was thrown down again onto the bed. Agony rammed into her buttocks with the first slap he delivered, while lust surged up inside her empty pussy, almost driving the pain away. His hand imprinted deep into her flesh, sending growing flames of desire from the agony to mix with the unanswered lust swelling in her cunt.
“I’ll do it!” she cried suddenly, barely aware she had said anything, and he hauled her up by her hair. The next thing she know, her mouth sank onto his pounding hardness. It was as firm and as warm as it had looked. She came the moment she took it between her lips; they tingled around the stiff member. Her tongue flicked over the throbbing flesh as the cockhead sank far into her mouth. Her throat muscles opened reluctantly, heaving around his knob. The burning in her ass was enough to drive her out of her mind as the ramming cock forced her throat open. She was an animal. So was he. She was in heaven.
She was screaming so loud that it wasn’t quite muffled, even as Terry held her head down on his enormous cock. Cum surged in his engorged balls. “Suck it, bitch. Suck my cock and taste my cum. There’s so much more waiting for you. All for you, slut, all of it.” He slapped her face, even as it was distended by the impalement of his cock.
Amara didn’t hear. Her climax fell upon her like a tidal wave and her mouth clamped down on Terry’s prick, sucking it to the root. She didn’t care any longer that she’d been spanked like a naughty little girl or that her whole body spasmed with horrible lust to have his cock in her mouth.
“I’m gonna shoot,” Terry gritted out. “I’m gonna shoot all of it for you, you cum-hungry cunt!”
Amara gasped and swallowed as he fed her his hot, salty cum. She didn’t know what to do with it, didn’t even know that it was safe to swallow—it didn’t feel safe, this heated, delicious thing. But she had no choice, not in Terry’s presence. She sucked the first ropes of it down what little of her throat wasn’t already filled by his member.
After that, she lost all sense of time. Her climaxes rolled through her helplessly tied body. Her cunt clenched and flailed on nothing, as if begging to be filled. Cum rolled around her mouth, filling her cheeks as Terry held her in place. He bellowed with lust as he pumped out his load, and wouldn’t let her back away one inch from the base of his cock. All of his seed poured into her. On and on it went, until Amara felt like she had swallowed a gallon of his semen, and the taste of it stuck to her tongue. It was wonderful, that thick and gooey heat, tasting just the same as it would inside his massive balls.
A last heave and her climax was fading. Terry stopped slapping her. For almost a minute more, Amara muttered and sucked gently at Terry’s phallus as he held its softening heft inside her mouth. He sighed with pleasure as he did it. Then, finally, he let her cough her way off of his length.
“Now are you ready to talk?”
“Never,” Amara swore. Then she looked up at him hopefully. “Are you going to spank me again?”
