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Everybody Wants Zinda update
🕑 Added 2018-04-08 15:29:35 +0000 UTC “More, Roy, more!”Roy responded to her squeals. His balls clutched almost painfully as they erupted, the warm cum flowing out from his prick like a river, flooding her well-used pussy. Her pulsating folds soaked the jism up as he jabbed further into her, pumping his cum deep inside her until she overflowed.
“Unnnn, Roy,” Helena moaned. “Harder! Faster!” She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into them as she bounced on his member. “Faster!”
Cum filled her, oozing out of her gaping sex. It ran down over Roy’s balls, its filmy white coating the root of his shaft. They almost seemed to battle, Roy lunging up, drilling his prick into her sex. She skewering herself on his prick, driving his ass down to the bed. Their bodies clashed and parted, again and again, more orgasms ripping through the woman as Roy’s continued potently.
Helena thrashed manically, her climaxes continuing until her vision blurred. She fell forward, her breasts pressing into Roy’s face. Her hips continued moving, body writhing on top of his as her cunt gulped at his shooting cock.
Roy’s hands flowed over her twisting body. He bit at her tits, his hips lunging, his manhood pistoning into her sex.
“Baby,” he groaned, “ohhh, baby!”
Helena could only twitch, the last of her orgasms working its way out of her flesh. Finally, she collapsed, Roy still buried inside of her, her inner muscles still greedily milking his prick. She showered him with weak kisses, her hips still rolling as his cock became flaccid.
“Ooooo, Roy…” she mewled.
Roy groaned and lifted her up off him as he gasped for oxygen. “You’re one hell of a fuck.” He tried to sit up, but failed, falling down on his back again with a laugh. “Whew!”
“Right back ‘atcha,” Helena murmured, her body nestled warmly against Roy’s. “Dinah’s an idiot if she isn’t tapping that ass.”
Roy chuckled a bit uncomfortably and said, “Well, if you expect to tap it anymore, you’ll have to do something down here.” He thrust his pelvis, elevating the small, limp prick Helena had left him with.
“Don’t think I fucking won’t,” Helena said.
Roy sat up, managing it this time. He looked down at Helena. “I think I’d better go. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
“Long and boring,” Helena replied. She pried herself up and sat in his lip, wiggling her ass against his cock, slightly stiff already. “I prefer long and fun. Like you were.”
“But the fun’s over,” Roy protested. “I’ve got nothing left.”
“It doesn’t feel like nothing. Don’t go, Roy. It’s early yet.” She cooed in his ear. “It’s barely been a minute. You still remember how hot and tight my pussy is. And you must remember how much you enjoyed it…”
“I enjoyed it too much,” Roy said. “I’m not hard anymore.”
“Then close your eyes,” Helena said, “and pretend I’m wearing fishnets.”
She crawled down to kneel between his hairy thighs. With one last impish grin at him, she leaned down and licked her tongue over his tool, making it stir where it had landed up on his stomach.
Roy hissed through clenched teeth, eyes closed as he felt Helena kissing and tonguing the underside of his shaft, moving over its shivering length from the head all the way down to the balls.
Helena could taste her own juices mixed in with Roy’s potent jism as she lapped at his fat manhood, the taste not diminishing as she traveled down to the root. God, he’d gotten all that inside of her. No wonder it’d felt so good. She tongued his hairy balls, feeling them lurch around with more cum for her, then started working her way back up to his tip.
Roy’s shaft was getting thicker and harder with every swipe of her wicked tongue. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching her dance her tongue over his shaft like a true connoisseur. “Goddamn, Helena. You know what you’re doing!”
Helena smiled crazily at him. Her clit was tingling with excitement and she felt her pussy clenching as if Roy hadn’t just fucked it wide open. “Just wait until I start sucking it, loverboy,” she said, gripping the base of his growing erection, holding it up to the flat of her pink tongue. She lapped up and down the shuddering pole, stopping to watch after every lick as it trembled and spouted precum. She licked up the precum and it got harder, spilling more precum for her to taste. A delicious little rhythm they’d fallen into…
“You’re getting there, Harper!” she said, gazing admiringly at his spit-slick manhood. “But I want it really hard before you fuck me silly with it.”
And the more she tongued and kissed his erection, the more buzzingly erect her clit became as well. His cock was soon hard enough for her to enjoy herself, but she was having too much fun tongue-bathing his prick to stop now.
“Ohhh, shit!” Roy gasped, squirming his ass crazily on the bed. “That’s great, just fuckin’ great!”
Helena teased them both, just using her tongue and lips on his throbbing manhood. Then she added her slim fingers, wrapping them tightly around the midpoint of his fat cock. Cooing softly to the erection pushing at her mouth, she dropped her lips down his cockhead until her lips were pressed against her own fist. She paused to let his tip ooze some more pungent precum for her to swallow, then started bobbing her head up and down, her lips stroking the slippery deliciousness of his shaft, her tongue fluttering at the juicy veins she could feel pounding with blood.
“Jesus Christ!” Roy yowled, his hips bucking wildly.
Helena took her time, pumping his shaft with her mouth, licking it, sucking it, almost swallowing the engorged head. Occasionally she’d lift herself off of the hotly erect prick and duck her head down to lick at his roiling balls.
By the time she was even slightly bored of blowing him, Roy was almost out of his mind with lust, his shaft painfully engorged. With her clit throbbing like it was full of electricity, Helena threw a leg over Roy’s waist. Balanced on her knees, she reached down with one hand and brought his huge cockhead against her tiny slit, both of them so lubricated that they slid wetly against each other, to their mutual groaning.
Slowly, with Roy writhing underneath her, Helena eased herself down. Her sensitive labia stretched into a taut circle around his fisted hardness. When she had his cockhead firmly inside herself, Helena leaned forward, both hands on Roy’s broad shoulders. She started lowering herself down on his huge prick.
“Hhhhnnggg!” Roy moaned as his massive prick spread her wide open, her inner folds sliding wetly over it. Helena squirmed against him, rocking back and forth to work more of his cock into her tight channel. Her eyes were locked with his, her breath coming in fast gasps, her body bending to his like she was being sucked down to his body with the force of her need for him.
Roy’s eyes were half-closed, his breath rasping harshly as he felt the velvet sheath of her cunt close around his impaling cock. He reached up to cup the plump hills of her cleavage, caressing her from her pink nipples to the outer slopes of her breasts. Helena smiled at him, eyes lustfully alight, and she arched her back to press her breasts into his tightening hands.
Straddling his crotch, his shaft filling her warm pussy, she wiggled her ass with fervor. The wiry hairs of his groin tickled her crotch, adding a fluttery sensation to the obscene thrill going through her clit. She could feel her cream trickling out of her body.
“Mmm,” she purred. “Feels nice inside me, doesn’t it?”
“Feels tight,” Roy said. He rolled her knobby nipples between his fingers. “And getting tighter.” Pulling on them, he stretched out the firm mounds of her breasts, Helena crooning in pained enjoyment.
She lowered herself to kiss him, pulled along by his grip on her nipples until her tongue was in his mouth. Roy put his hands on her smooth back, moving them down to squeeze the cheeks of her ass, helping her pump her groin on top of his, rocking back and forth, pistoning up and down.
Raising herself up to his glans, Helena circled her sex teasingly, her labia lips caressing the girthy knob of his manhood. Roy bucked and rutted underneath her, trying to impale her once more, but Helena just laughed softly, twisting and turning away from his attempts to spear her. Then, without warning, she thrust herself down to him, engulfing his prick inside her cunt. Roy moaned gutturally, rearing his ass up off the bed to further ream out her pussy.
“NnnnnNNGOD!” he gasped in relief.
“Fuck, Roy!” Helena gurgled, impaled on him. “It’s so good, your cock’s so good, it’s filling me up!”
She pumped up and down on his rock-hard erection, while he jerked himself up to her plunges, their coitus soon finding a perfect rhythm. A thrillingly itchy hunger was building inside Helena’s womanhood, tingling maddeningly in her clit as it spread outward, as if pushed into her body by the skewering shaft of Roy’s member.
“Roy, honey!” she panted. “Fuck me! Make me come! Ram that big, wonderful cock into me until I’m coming like crazy!”
She knew it wouldn’t take long. With her lust quickly building to a frenzy inside her, it wouldn’t make much more of the skillful thrusts she’d already seen from Roy to bring her off. And from the way he was thrashing along with her riding strokes, Helena knew he was in the same state as she was.
“Oooooh!” she squealed, her darkly silken hair flying wildly about her as she tossed her head from side to side. Her first climax hit her, knocking the wind out of her, actually making her cry out as she fell against Roy’s chest. She cooed against the rapid beating of his heart in his chest, her hips still pumping down onto his loins to the rapid tempo of his cock plunging into her. She rolled her stiff nipples against his broad chest, her legs folded at the knees, her toned thighs tightening on his flanks. “I need more, Roy! Shouldn’t have fucking started this—nnnnneeeess!—if you couldn’t give me all I, I, I… wanted!” She forced out at last.
“Straighten your legs,” Roy demanded suddenly, his arms going around her back. Without thinking, she obeyed, stretching out fully along his body. If Helena’s mind weren’t so totally overwhelmed with pleasure, she might’ve been annoyed with herself for so easily acceding to a man just because he was so physically domineering, so sexually skilled. But she couldn’t even begrudge him her irritation.
Roy spread his own legs open, allowing her closed ones to fit between them. Helena chuckled happily when she realized that she was riding him as closely as before, with the friction of her narrowing tunnel greater than ever.
“Shit, Roy!” she cried. “You know what you’re doing too!” She braced her knees against the mattress, her thighs rubbing together as she pumped her hips down to him, a frenzy of wanton enjoyment of his cock pistoning inside her.
“With you, sure,” Roy replied, cupping her ass in his hands to help her bounce on his cock. “I know exactly what to do with you…”
She came again, her bounding asscheeks flexing and tightening as she was forced to ride his throbbing cock at a virtual gallop. Her thighs trembled and her belly slapped sweatily against his hard abs. Then his hand came down on her clenched buttocks with a stinging slap, and her folds squeezed tightly on his surging prick, milking it harder for every time he spanked her. It was wonderful proof that he did know what to do to her, just how to get her off as she bit down on a firm pectoral, embedding her teeth in it as Roy hissed through his tightly closed lips.
When he started emptying himself into her shuddering pussy, Helena writhed with the pulses of him ejaculating inside her. She rubbed at his muscular frame, wallowing in its strength and masculinity, as sheer pleasure made her feet kick in the air, her fists beat wildly against the mattress. Roy arched his back, thrusting himself further into her buttery cunt, his cum going deeper. Helena, gaping and grimacing against the hickey she’d left on his chest, could only clasp her sex lovingly around his shaft, her climaxing cunt sucking at his manhood with all its strength.
“Aaaahh!” Roy howled, hands pressing her ass down to the short, savage jerks of his firing cockhead. The more he came inside her, the sweeter and tighter her cunt got around his cock.
“Hhhho-ho, yes, Harper! Come inside me! Fill me all the way up! Show me what you do with hot sluts like me! Oooohhh!” She felt his thick, creamy seed splash inside of her, knowing that there was no condom between them, that she was taking all of it, and unable to even care whether her birth control would be sufficient against such an onslaught. She clamped down on his spasming prick and worked herself against it in twitching gulps of her hips, wanting every last drop of his warm cum spilled inside of her.
Finally, Roy was finished, and she could feel his erection slowly, ever so slowly beginning to shrivel. Helena rolled off of him to preserve the memory of how wonderful it had been, his majestic hard-on in the warm embrace of her sex. Sprawled on her back, trying to catch her breath, she reached down between her thighs to finger herself to one last climax.
“Dinah’s a fucking idiot, but I’m not,” she breathed. “Fafffh-f-fuh-fuck! We’re doing this again tomorrow night!”
***
After eavesdropping on Roy and Helena’s little workout session that night—and, honestly, staying up quite a while trying to hear more but only overhearing two sets of contented, yet somehow lustful snoring—Dinah woke up from a troubled sleep beside herself. Who the hell did Helena think she was, acting as if Dinah was some prude for not sleeping with Roy, someone who was obviously off-limits to her? And who the hell was Helena for sleeping with him when Dinah couldn’t sleep with him, so he should be off-limits to her?
It was all driving her to do something crazy, although Dinah was too damn mature to do anything satisfyingly crazy like knocking that smug smirk off Helena’s face, or going up to Roy and…
No, no that didn’t bear thinking about.
But there was one way she could turn that wouldn’t Canary Cry anyone’s head into a million pieces, but would get her point across: fashion. She had one of the most iconic costumes in any generation of superheroes, and with her current mood being so black, it struck her as a good time to give herself a new one. She’d idly thought of a costume change, and sketched out something very radical, but quickly decided to stick with the tried and true in favor of wearing the kind of thing Ollie would think of as a personal treat. Now, though, with Helena and Roy acting like they’d invented sex and she was just some old hen…
Well, desperate times called for desperate women.
***
The first thing Roy saw, walking into the Birds of Prey command center, was one hell of a nice ass. The woman it belonged to was bent over away from him, virtually shoving her ass into his face, its plum curvature forming the blooming rosebud of the poetically delicate stems that slenderly climbed up from high-heeled boots to that perfect, heart-shaped bulb, outlined in garter belts, cut through by the single strand of a thong. It was one hell of a nice ass, sleek and taut with exercise, but still curving to fill a prospective mate’s hands—the kind of ass that stroked his bachelor senses and drove Roy to try and introduce himself.
Then Roy realized the legs were encased in fishnets. Not the firm thighs, no, those were bare to mid-thigh, except for the garter belts that connected the fishnet stockings to the wispy belt on a familiarly lean abdomen. And, as she straightened, Roy saw that her lower back was covered in fishnet too, as were her arms and—she was turning around—her flat stomach and her breasts—she was wearing a sheer fishnet top, long-sleeved, only while Roy was moderately used to women wearing bras or at least pasties under those, Dinah… Dinah fucking Lance… appeared to be wearing nothing at all to preserve her modesty, just her blue leather bolero jacket, which hung open on her chest, straddling her firm breasts, not opening so far as to show her nipples… not yet, at any rate… but not nearly closed enough to hide the inner slopes of her cleavage, or the total lack of a bra. He thought, in the shadows of her jacket, he could see a shaded nipple… two…
“Oh, hey Roy,” Dinah said innocently. She showed off what she’d been bending down for—a banana from a fruit bowl on the lower level of a shelf. “Hungry?”
“Dinah—“ Roy gaped, profoundly unable to process just who this woman was and what she was wearing. He had, somehow, become used to this beautiful creature wearing so very little, as if there weren’t an overt sexuality to all those curves in so little clothing, but now, with this shift from the risqué to outright lingerie, it was like a wobbly chair leg had finally snapped.
Dinah’s sensuality hit him like a freight train. He felt his manhood throbbing like a reactor core going critical, and it was only Helena’s profound draining of his reserves over the past night that allowed him to conquer his sudden lust and remain respectably flaccid… well, half-hard, at any rate.
Thankfully, his pants were baggy. He’d learned one thing about superhero costume design, being the guy who had a kid with a villainess.
“What’re you wearing?” he finished belatedly—like a train leaving the station with no one on it, he hadn’t realized just how absurd and improper the question was until he’d finally finished the mental processing to say it. It was like he was late to the party and he brought a shitty wine.
“This?” Dinah asked coyly, which just made it ten times worse. Why did girls acting like they weren’t hot make them so fucking hot? It made Roy feel almost certain that she was trying to get a reaction by not trying to get a reaction. “Oh, just a little something I’ve been thinking about trying out for a while. Why? Do you not like it?”
“It’s, uh…” Roy belatedly remembered to blink. “It’s not very… bulky… is it?”
“Come on, Roy, we’re not kids anymore,” Dinah said, as if she’d ever been a kid in his experience. “This is 2018. Have you seen what Starfire is wearing? Or Poison Ivy? A girl has to keep up with the times.”
“Yeah, but—“
“But what?” Dinah asked leadingly. “Don’t tell me you have a sleeveless costume just because you like showing off your Navajo tattoos. You like it when girls stare at your big guns.” Her eyes shifted downward momentarily. “Don’t you?”
“Do…” Roy swallowed some saliva down the wrong tube. “Do you like it?”
“When girls stare at my big guns?” Dinah asked, her smile now downright cruel. How could a heroine enjoy torturing someone like this, Roy wondered?
“You came.”
“W-what?” Roy asked, turning.
Barbara was wheeling her way out of Delphi’s confines and into the more spacious briefing room. “You. Roy. You’re here. I half-expected you to—“ Barbara abruptly noticed Dinah. Roy was gratified to see that even the great chessmaster had the same reaction he did to Dinah Lance shooting a Maxim cover—and from the smile Dinah flashed at him, apparently she did enjoy girls staring at her big guns…
“Dinah,” Barbara began, “did you… forget anything?”
“No, just trying out a new costume,” Dinah said. “You can’t tell me it’s worse than the one I wore when I was in the JLI.”
“There was a lot of that costume to hate,” Helena said, coming in with a mug of coffee and her costume cleaned. She was actually showing less skin than Dinah, for once. “And not much of this costume at all.”
“You approve?” Dinah asked.
“Am I the one who’s… approval you’re trying to get?” Helena replied, batting her eyelashes in what would be a suggestive manner—only Roy knew from last night that Helena didn’t make suggestions, she gave orders and she expected them to be followed.
“Girls, girls, you’re both pretty,” Barbara interrupted. “Have your little walk-off after the mission.”
Roy coughed to regain his voice. “Then there is a mission?”
“Just barely,” Barbara said. Tapping at her tablet, she made the room’s holography do the usual lightshow. “I hacked Lexcorp and found that Talia Head is still on the payroll, at least for tax purposes. A golden parachute, and Talia still draws from the account. I followed it to Anchorage. Blogs up there definitely show someone matching Talia’s description taking up residence a few weeks ago, then keeping to herself and generally acting like a League of Assassins assassin who doesn’t want to be found.”
“So we fly up there and make her talk,” Dinah said.
“Yes to the second part, no to the first,” Barbara replied. “Flying will take too long, and without Zinda, we’ll be vulnerable in the air. Not to mention I can’t find a trustworthy pilot on short notice. So…”
“DARRRRRK VENGEANCE!”
“I got creative,” Barbara concluded.
A nubile young redhead in a very… endearing… costume sprung up onto one of the tables, doing a few kicks and punches through the air before settling in a pose that might’ve been reminiscent of Batman, if she weren’t the size of Robin.
“Misfit!?” Helena asked dubiously. “She’s going to teleport us there?”
“Yeah, it’ll be super cool!” Misfit cheered. “We’ll pop right into her house, we might even catch her on the can!”
“That does sound… effective,” Roy ventured.
“Don’t people blow up when she teleports them?” Dinah asked.
“Blow up?” Roy repeated.
“That was months ago,” Barbara insisted. “I’ve had STAR Labs build a device that increases her power and lets her use it far more safely. I’ve been meaning to try it out for a while; this is as good a time as any.”
“How many months?” Helena asked.
“Don’t be like that, mentor—“ Misfit began.
“I’m not your mentor.”
“We’re not debating this,” Barbara said. “Misfit and I have already tested it out with guinea pigs.”
“What did you use as guinea pigs?” Dinah demanded.
“Guinea pigs,” Barbara continued after a pause. “And they’re fine. So if you can all just focus, this is for Zinda. Alright?”
“Alright,” Helena said.
“Alright,” Dinah said.
“Alright!” Misfit cried, leaping to Roy’s side and grabbing his arm. “Ready and rarin’ to go, Oracle!”
“Wait,” Roy said, “why am I the first—“
“Because you’re a big strong man and not afraid of anything,” Barbara said without a trace of irony. “And I guess Misfit likes you. Goodbye.”
The next thing Roy knew, the world had gone poof.
***
The curvaceously shaped Talia was in the act of mixing herself a stiff drink in her slack ensemble—the leggings long, the top short, diamonding up above her navel and down toward her cleavage, as many had dressed in the long lost homeland of her family—when she heard the telltale energy disturbance of teleportation in the front room. Taking the ice-filled glass in her hand, she walked to greet her guest, enjoyably performing the task of the servants she no longer possessed.
“Roy Harper,” she said, recognizing the intruder on sight—indeed, on quite a lot of sight. “This is an unexpected pleasure.” Her eyes roved up and down. “Very unexpected.” Her eyes stayed down. “And potentially very pleasurable.”
“Misfit,” Roy said calmly, “how the hell did you manage to teleport me without my clothes?”
Comments
Shendude
Honestly, I could just repeat what I said about the last chapter; super-hot, good plot, good characterization, with that title could use more Zinda. Wouldn't mind an Inspiration post for that new costume also.
