Gotham Among Other Gods update

Nightwing had just been taking his children, Josephine and Carl, out on patrol for the first time when the disaster hit. He hadn’t intended for them to be faced with something so dangerous on their first mission—it was practically daylight, after all. For a split-second, he considered grounding them, but no. They were apprehensive enough already. He had to trust that they could handle it.

But, that didn’t mean he had to lead them into the thick of things. “Let’s find your mother,” he ordered them, and took off on a run for the next rooftop. The photo studio where she worked was only a few blocks away.

It was too much to hope for that the building wouldn’t be touched by the chaos. Not only had it clearly taken damage in the quake, but people were running screaming from its interior. Given the nature of Gotham, anyone who didn’t want to stay indoors at a time like this had to have a good reason. 

“Stand watch,” he told the kids. There was a limit to how much he wanted to train them. He swung through a window—as it happened, one that had survived the quake—and came down in Donna’s studio. As he might have expected, the trouble was right on top of her.

The Gorgon wasn’t a hot chick with weird dreadlocks. It was basically a seven foot long snake, as wide around as a Goodyear tiger, with spindly arms at its midsection and a plethora of smaller secondary heads emerging alongside its main, triangular maw. At present, it was wrapped partially around Donna, its hands clawing at her body as a length of its looping, scaly flesh clenched her waist. Her hands were full holding back its jaws, with the score of smaller heads snapping impotently at her superstrong skin.

“Kill it!” Donna cried, and Dick spared a moment to bless her presence of mind. With her assistants, those who hadn’t fled, standing stunned nearby, she wasn’t only in danger of being killed but of having her secret identity compromised. Shouting invective against her attacker was not only something a normal woman in her position would do, but it told Dick that the creature she was facing was little more than a mad dog. He had no reason not to put it down like one.

Another split-second and Dick threw out a barrage of razor-sharp Birdarangs, following after them with an athletic jump. He hurled up a de-cel line that wrapped around an exposed rafter and let it pull his momentum into a swing that carried him into the gorgon, mere moments after the volley hit it, sharp edges cutting off several secondary heads. Then he followed them in, boots slamming into the body of the beast, throwing it off Donna. It went limp, releasing her from its coils, tail flailing in walloping impacts on the floor as it realized what had happened. 

Dick landed in a crouch, came up throwing out more Birdarangs. These were aimed at the creature’s broad trunk, a few snipping off heads, but most of them embedding in the gorgon’s chest. As the gorgon reeled and roared with the new injuries, Nightwing dashed at it, throwing himself feetfirst at it in a bicycle kick. His feet hit the embedded Birdarangs with a heavy tread, shotputting them deeper into the gorgon’s body. That really upset it. It thrashed around, lightning fast, a flick of its wheelbarrow-sized head catching Dick in the hip and knocking him to the ground. Then it was on him, the ichor from its wounds slopping down onto his body as its jaws snapped at him, its coils winding around his legs. The tips of the Birdarangs protruding from its chest bore down on him; if the gorgon got close enough, they would skewer him every bit as effectively as it had been skewered.

Donna came to the rescue. She’d picked up the staff-like stand holding up a heavy studio light. Seeing her incoming, Dick rolled to the side, holding the gorgon clear of his body. When Donna brought the spotlight down like a mallet, it hit the gorgon’s body and knocked it down through shattering floorboards. Before any civilians could notice, Dick swiveled on top of the gorgon and began laying into its head with rights and lefts, the heavy metal knuckles built into his gloves adding to the blows. After a brutal succession of piledrivers, he both heard and felt the creature’s skull crack. It flailed around a little more, its decapitated necks moving a half-second after the living ones had settled, oddly. Then it was dead.

Dick was left covered in its slimy green blood, but with Donna safe, he was all smiles. But after a quick beat for them to share the feeling, he stood and addressed the civilians, who were just beginning to recover their wits. He hoped, in all the confusion, that none of them realized just how much force Donna had exerted.

“All of you,” he addressed them, “find rooms with doors you can lock and bar. Stay calm, but take shelter. Give the authorities time to resolve the situation.”

He wasn’t Batman, but they knew he was no slouch. They hurried to obey, now that their urge to flee had an outlet.

“Not you, miss,” he said to Donna, a little relishing getting to play secret identities with her. “I’ll need to check you for any injuries.”

“I hope you’re thorough,” Donna replied, her saucy grin showing she too was thinking of some of the games they played under far less serious circumstances. 

She pulled a sheet away from the set of the shoot and tossed it to him, Dick gratefully wiping himself off as Donna did her magical girl transformation. One quick spin and she was ready to go. Dick kind of wished changing clothes was that easy for him. If it got this highly literal snake oil out of his costume, he’d happily accept wearing a skirt.

Not that Donna wore one anymore. She was in her halter-topped black costume, the fabric flowing with white stars, a silver sash belting it as if it weren’t fitted perfectly to her body. The traditional bracers of the Amazons were on her wrists, another set on her upper arms, with silver boots completing the ensemble. It was all in all a modest look, even with the plunging neckline—Dick always found it a bit amusing that Donna had ended up wearing far more than her big-sisterly mentor, Diana. But then, of course, there really was no point competing with her. Both because Donna just didn’t have the gracious allure that made Diana totally irresistible, and because Dick wouldn’t trade Donna’s stately, sometimes overenthusiastic personality, even for a Marilyn Monroe icon like her sister.

“You brought the kids?” Donna asked him.

“I wouldn’t let them out of my sight,” Dick said. “Except for now, when they’re temporarily out of my sight—“

“I think we should put them on evacuation,” she said. “We can handle the fighting.”

Dick spat on the sheet and wiped at a particularly vexing sticky spot on his glove. “Well, I already need a shower. Might as well work up a sweat.”

***

"Eating cunt is as good as sucking a hard cock."

"You're right!" Artemis Crock gasped. "You're so fucking right!"

"We have to do something about my man's hard cock, it looks like," Donna said, shoving Dick's hand off his cock and replacing it with her own. "I can't stand to see a cock so fucking hard. When I see one this hard, I just have to have it!"

The Amazon leaned over and kissed the dripping tip of Dick's cock. She drew one knee up and began to rub at her still-bubbling cunt, totally unashamed. Artemis wondered how Donna could expose herself in such erotic pleasure without at least them getting to know each other. She didn't think she could do that at all. It would kill her with embarrassment, make her so ashamed of herself.

Donna pulled Dick's cock into her mouth, her free hand cupping his balls. Artemis watched the Amazon working her finger into her cunt, getting it soaked in her arousal, then bringing the finger to Dick's cock, smear the head with her own juices, and once again suck his prick back into her mouth. Before she could think, Artemis was spreading on the floor and shoving her face into Donna's wet cunt.

"Suck her, Artemis," Dick urged, watching over Donna’s head. "Eat her hot pussy! You wanted to taste cunt, so taste it!"

Artemis made a whimpering sound as the Amazon lifted to her knees, turning and squatting into her face. Donna kept sucking on Dick's cock as Artemis began running the flat surface of her tongue from the juicy cunt, to the pucker of Donna’s asshole. The wet sounds Donna made as she sucked Dick's cock inflamed Artemis even more than earlier. She shoved a hand up and grasped one of the Amazon's big tits. She was only vaguely aware of Nightwing picking up the telephone.

Donna sucked hungrily on his cock, one of her hands stretching down to rub and fuck at Artemis's cunt. Artemis sucked hard at Donna's pussy, lifting her crotch so Donna could finger-fuck her. Dick hung up the phone.

“Hey Donna,” he said, “your photoshoot tomorrow is back on.”

***

Donna shook off the thoughts of their threesome the other night. Having Dick come to her rescue brought into shocking relief just how masculine and capable she was, and it was hard to stop thinking of him that way—especially knowing how that reality extended into the bedroom—and see him just as a platonic teammate, one helping her to take care of matters far more important than her libido.

For four hours, they fought off the monsters and looters running rampant in Gotham, relying on Jo and Carl to find and escort stranded civilians into safe zones. When Oracle checked in on them, Dick found she’d already assigned them the sector of the city they were in, with the rest also being managed with her trademark hyper-efficiency. A stadium had been designated a relief center, with food and first aid available, so they swept through the district, checking on residents and either helping them barricade themselves inside or helping them get to aid. Finally, the region was more or less secure. The police had rallied and were containing the rioting, all the monsters had been neutralized, and Dick was more or less certain that everyone who needed it had found sanctuary. He would’ve liked to do another sweep, just to be sure, but the children were exhausted. Oracle had thought of that too.

The stadium had been secured by Wayne Security grunts, who were carefully keeping order. They’d been instructed to leave the luxury skybox alone, and when Dick and Donna got there, they found it was essentially a penthouse apartment. They had the kids wash up and then tucked them in, letting them sleep in their costumes. 

“I think I’m finally going to get that shower,” Dick said with almost ecstatic relief, peeling his domino mask off and dropping it into the water of a stopped-up sink. The suit was self-cleaning; a few hours soaking, then he’d run it through the laundry and it’d be almost good as new. Although nothing really compared to letting Alfred have a good going over of any clothing item. The man sewed like a dozen grandmothers.

“I think you’re finally going to get that shower too,” Donna replied, stripping down, and making far more of a production of it than Dick did.

She herself wished she were a little taller, though no one had ever complained about her five foot nine height—she could only be considered short for an Amazon. Diana topped her by a few inches, and Donna was perhaps just a bit smaller in the décolletage than her, though Dick had amply demonstrated how he found they looked just fine perched high on her chest. She was a little less muscular than Diana, which added to the impression that she was younger, though when they’d been growing up, they were practically twins. And her tan was deep and Grecian, with modest tanlines breaking up the healthy glow—she thought Dick enjoyed the reminder of how prim she could be at times, even as an Amazon.

Kory, on the other hand, was tanned all over, with just a strip of white flesh at her crotch—all that a thong bikini would cover, and not an inch more—a souvenir of a midwinter vacation that she and Dick had taken in the Caribbean while Donna was working. Donna imagined her best friend stretched out nearly nude on the white sand of a tropical beach, under a gloriously blazing sun, then thought of when they’d gotten back. She remembered Kory’s erect little clit only a few feet from her eyes, surging as if to get her attention while her husband’s hard cock pushed against Kory’s hungry slit. His big cockhead had cautiously parted her hot, swollen labia, slowly stretching it to accommodate his oversized manhood.

“Oh, sweet X’Hal!” she’d heard Kory sob as the engorged knob stretched her to her limit.

Once his prick had pushed into her tight opening, Kory had clasped her arms around Dick’s back, and, arching her hips, pushed her sex up to faster receive the hard cock he was giving her.

“X’Hal, I love your prick,” she’d whispered when he was embedded in her eager womanhood.

The recollection, even just of watching, aroused Donna to the point of wanting to take Kory’s place in a reenactment, but they were both too tired and sore for that, even with the appreciative gazes they gave each other’s hard bodies. They climbed into the oversized shower together, but it was more a matter of convenience and a desperation to be clean than any thought of sexuality. 

But even as she soaped herself off, drained and exhausted, Donna couldn’t stop herself from thinking of another show—and the time they’d tried to give a cat a bath.

***

Donna’d had a mind to suck Selina Kyle’s cunt, but not the way it was now, all full of Dick’s cum. She wanted that pussy nice and clean.

With Selina as submissive as ever—how could she not be, between Dick and an Amazon?—they’d dragged her to the bathroom and turned on the shower to a raging hot degree. The shower was fitted with a pulsing showerhead on a long, flexible hose.

“Wonder what this reminds her of more?” Donna had asked as she’d taken it down from a mount. “A whip or a prick?”

Dick lifted Selina from behind, carrying her into the shower. She was too weak, too shocked by the ecstasy the two marrieds had already inflicted on her to even think of offering resistance. Dick’s manhood swelled hugely as he watched Selina be watered down, her messy hair and sweaty body becoming glossy perfection with the fine patina of water flowing over them. With him holding Selina from behind, his prick thrust itself between her legs, far enough out in front that Donna could’ve fucked herself on it. The idea of coupling with Selina and Dick at the same time that way appealed to her, but she decided to save it for later. She doubted Selina would have had enough when they were done.

Dick grunted and flashed a lewd grin, feeling Selina’s wet pussy slipping back and forth on his growing shaft. His member was so hard it actually supported some of her writhing weight, the slinky feel of her damp pussy on it outright delicious.

He slipped his arms up in a wrestling grip and clasped his big hands in back of her hair, stroking his fingers through her short, glistening hair. Selina squirmed in a sort of aroused discomfort, now pointedly aware of her complete helplessness. The way he held her, her arms were raised above her head without any leverage. And she could feel the heat of his manhood slipping back and forth over her cunt lips with every little movement either of them made.

Donna turned the showerhead so its pulsing spray landed on Selina’s left breast. She pressed the sputtering showerhead so close that the pelting spray indented the flesh of Selina’s teat where it hit her.

“Hhhaaaaaaa!” Selina sobbed. It felt like when Dick had come on her, the very cum Donna was now washing off, but this was even warmer, and violently pulsing. It made her wince and gasp and shut her eyes tightly—above a grinning mouth.

Donna twisted the spray head, narrowing the stream to one thickly juddering jet. She turned that on Selina’s right nipple and watched as it trembled and swelled, the mound of flesh it sat on jiggling under the spray and heaving back with Selina’s heavy breathing.

To Selina, it felt like a hot wet mouth closing over her breast. Her whole body trembled like her rock-hard nipple was.

“Soak her pussy does,” Dick urged. “Let’s see how she likes that.”

Donna lowered the pulsing showerhead, and the water hit Dick’s knob as well as Selina’s sex. “Aaaghh!” he growled in Selina’s ear. “That’s hotter than your cunt…”

The tingling spray washed through Selina’s rich spread of pubic hair and ran down onto Dick’s lunging erection. She jerked herself back and forth to the rhythm of the rapid pulses, moaning. It was like the assault of a hungry tongue, but far more fiery and coursing with wetness.

“Must feel great the way that makes her jerk and slide around on you,” Donna said enviously, though a little unsure herself of whether she was jealous of Selina or Dick. It was like the cat burglar was sitting on Dick’s stiff manhood, riding it. Donna wondered a little what it would be like to have an erection like that, as hard and as thick as Dick’s, with a woman as beautiful as Selina sitting on its engorged length.

“Now really make her ass thrash around,” Dick ordered, hoisting Selina’s arms up higher. Donna liked the idea. She fanned the spray wide again and played its tingling pulses along Selina’s armpit.

Catwoman heaved violently, almost sliding off the end of Dick’s massive column. “That tickles!” she shrieked.

Donna gave her a fiendish smile and turned the pulsing spray underneath her other arm.

“Oooooh, you dirty bitch!” Selina swore, smiling and spitting in equal measure. “I can’t stand it! I hate to be tickled!”

“Maybe, but look how hard you’re getting Dick. I think he likes it when pussy squirms and slides around.

“I know! Nggh! I can feel it! But don’t tickle me anymore! Spank me, slap me, just don’t—“

Donna directed the spray into Selina’s face, filling her cursing mouth with water.

“I’d say she’s clean enough to fuck now,” Dick said. His cock was twitching so hotly that he could hardly stand it. Selina’s helplessness satisfied all of his darkest urges and made him ache to dominate her even further. And between him and Donna, she always ended up enjoying it.

***

Before Donna could remember any further details of their threesome, she felt a firm, heated touch pressing wetly over the cunt she’d just washed. She looked down—past the nipples that had been left puckered and hard by her memories—to see Dick was kneeling before her, mouth between her legs. Apparently he wasn’t so exhausted as he looked. And neither was she.

“Fuck, Dick, fuck!” she cried, her facial muscles strained with passion, her bulging eyes staring up at the ceiling. “Oh honey, baby, fuck!”

Dick’s tongue gave one more lap across her clit and then lowered to her sucking pussy. He trailed it around the edge of her pulsing folds and then probed inside of her. Donna felt like she would die with lust.

“No, no, fuck me now!” she wailed. “Give me your cock!”

Dick stuck his tongue all the way into her folds and lashed it inside of her. He felt her sex pulling him deeper, her clenching pussy demanding something hard and thick. He could tell that she was hornier than his tongue alone could satisfy, her hot slit begging for cock as loudly as Donna was—demanding to be fucked with every clenching, clutching grip it made around his tongue.

He gave one more powerful lunge with his tongue and then drew it out of Donna. He stood, turning his head upward to let the shower wash her cream from his face, then he lowered his gaze down to her, grinning in satisfaction. He’d noticed how aroused Donna had gotten now that the crisis had passed, but now he’d made her hornier than hell.

Donna began caressing her breasts. Her eyes were closed tightly, her mouth open but twisting with the same clenched feeling. Her face was flushed with passion and she was breathing so hard her whole body lunged up and down.

“You’re an angel,” Dick told her, and lifted her up by her armpits. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on as he shut the water off and carried her to the bed. She put her arms around his neck, exactly the way she had when they were younger and only friends, her body innocently cuddling against his. Now, though, she rubbed her burning breasts feverishly into his bare chest, while undulating her dripping sex on his half-hard member.

“That was wild,” Donna sighed, reaching down to clasp his hardening manhood in her hand, pressing it to her throbbing groin. 

Dick seated himself on the bed, Donna in his lap, and he felt his prick really stiffening now between Donna’s luscious pussy and her hotly stroking fingers.

“Mmmmm, you’re going to spoil me, Mr. Grayson.” Donna purred. Feeling his manhood becoming as hard and long as she knew it could be, pressing against her eager pussylips. “Amazons don’t have toys like this. A lot of men in this city don’t either.”

“And how would you know?” Dick asked her teasingly.

“Because all my girlfriends tell me about how they can’t get a decent fuck in this town, as they’re begging me to let them suck your cock.” 

Dick shut his eyes in bliss at her dirty talk. For as modest and proper as she often could be, Donna had taken a page out of Kory’s book in the bedroom. But whereas Starfire was only uninhibited, as she had been from birth in her alien civilization, Donna was outright naughty. She knew the rules and she deliberately flouted them, making an outright nymphomaniac of herself as she moaned hotly on his lap and began guiding his thick, engorged cock to deep inside her sucking sex.

“No,” Dick told her, the commanding tone of his voice stopping her suddenly, just as it would when he ordered her about in battle. Donna was brought up short and she looked at him with glittering eyes. It couldn’t really be that he was too exhausted, could it? He’d started this—it wasn’t fair for him to clock out now!

“Your friends want to suck me so bad,” Dick continued, “you should be able to tell them what they’re missing.”

With a smile, Donna got down on her knees before the side of the bed. It was only fair—Dick had eaten her out, and now she would return the favor. And then: who knew?

Dick hadn’t been blown for some time. Donna usually made him so horny that he had to get inside of her before he came. Of course, having her lower her head to his lap and suck him inside her warm mouth made him so horny that he almost lost control and immediately shot his load down her throat.

The first pussy Dick had ever had in his life was Barbara Gordon at sixteen. And while she was wild and eager and desperate to please, she hadn’t had the mad animal passion of Donna, or the wanton skill, or the feverish, obscene joy at simply being able to please him.

And even as Donna slid her plump lips back and forth furiously on his manhood, Dick wondered if this lust-crazed wife of his would ever consider a threesome with his old flame, and the depraved image of Donna going down on the moaning redhead flashed in his mind. Dick groaned and held onto Donna’s head tightly as his cum began to flood her throat.

A muffled cry of happiness shot out of Donna’s throat as the boiling jism gushed into it. She gulped rapidly and expertly, feeling a miniature climax tremor through her lips and tongue and throat. 

When there were only a few drops left to satiate her hunger, she withdrew her lips and held his cock upright in her fist, darting her tongue out to lap up each molten drop in a slow, lascivious tasting that brought a sharp gasp from Dick. Then, Donna came up to join him in the bed.

Exhausted they might have been, but Donna was an Amazon and Dick—Dick had been well-trained to satisfy two women. Donna doubted he would have a problem with one.

She took hold of Dick’s hand, placing it on top of her breast. He grasped it tightly, keeping his hand on her as she lowered herself to the mattress and spread her long legs as wide as she could. Her deliciously wet sex was once more exposed, Dick’s eyes fixed on it, covering it as much as her sparse black hair did.

“You have a big cock for a man who just came,” she teased. “I want you to shove it inside of me. I want you to fuck me as hard as a woman can be fucked.”

Donna reached out and pulled him on top of her, wrapping her long legs around his waist. No sooner had she asked than Dick obliged. He rammed himself into her as hard as she could, Donna crying out in pain that was already mingling with pleasure. She raised her hips to meet his savage thrusts, finding more of the pleasure and little of the pain.

“Harder, Dick! Harder!” she begged, feeling his slippery manhood sliding in and out of her wetness. “Fuck me harder! I need your big prick to go deeper!”

Dick continued to thrust and grind his throbbing member into her juicy sex, his wife only able to hold onto him and beg him not to stop. 

“Please, keep going! I need you and your big cock! No one else can fuck me the way you can! No one else has a cock big enough for my hot, steaming pussy!”

Dick gritted out words as evenly as his plunging, ecstatic thrusts into Donna allowed him. “Your hot—steaming—pussy feels good! I could fuck it forever!”

His pulsating manhood drove deeper into her hungry sex, leaving her flesh quivering with the jolts his thrusting sent through her. His ass pumped violently up and down, trying to go further into her eager cunt.

“Ohhhh! Yesss! It’s been too long since you’ve fucked me like this!” Donna gasped as she squirmed and rocked under Dick’s pistoning into her. “I’m going out of my fucking mind! I love it! Aaaahhhh! Ohhhhh!” She rolled her head from side to side, her face contorted in ecstasy even as her inner folds were contorted around his thick member. “Yes! Yesss!”

Dick grabbed her ass in both hands, digging his fingers into her appealingly soft buttocks, and pulled her closer to him. As he gave her greedy sex more of his throbbing manhood, he could feel her womanhood pulsating around it. “Uhhh! Ahhhhh!” he groaned, as if wounded by his balls slapping against her body with each thrust. But his bliss was beyond any suffering, and with each thrust, he drove his hard length inside of her and shared his satisfaction with her.

“By Aphrodite’s bedchamber! It feels so good inside! Feels like—ohhhhhh—I’m almost there! Faster, Dick!” She moaned and whimpered, writhing on their shared bed. Her ass jerked with each powerful thrust of Dick’s prick, riding the waves of pleasure that his cock sent first through her hotly tingling pussy and then throughout her entire body.

“Faster! Ohhh, faster! Make me come! I wanna come!”

She clung desperately to him, her beautifully thick ass bouncing wildly off the bed as he pumped furiously inside of her.

“Take my cock in that sweet pussy!” Dick growled as he slammed himself into the recesses of Donna’s hungering sex beyond what even she had lusted for. The heat from her warming pussy was sending shivers through his entire body, and he grunted, feeling the burning cum that filled his balls in answer. The friction of his huge cock inside her sweet cunt would soon bring him to climax. He looked directly into his wife’s glazed eyes and smiled as he saw that she, too, had little left until her climax.

“Ohhh! Aghhh!” Donna squealed as his cock rammed into her faster and faster. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

She spasmed as her juices flooded his stiff length, all the way down to his hairy balls. Her belly and groin heaved with passion as he continued pounding into her.

“Oh yes, you fucking stud! You know what I want! Fill my pussy up!” Donna begged. “Fuck the shit out of me!”

Dick picked her up, wrenching her off the bed as if afraid the mattress could no longer bear to have him jamming her down into it. With Donna clinging to his standing body, his prick still inside her, he carried her to the wall and pressed her against it, resting her weight there. Then he started to thrust into her once more. The plaster instantly began to creak behind her, decorations falling off from where they’d been pinned. As gentle as Dick Grayson could be with women, Donna was an Amazon, and there was no need not to use the full measure of his strength in pleasuring her. She enjoyed it as much as he did.

Donna was panting, her eyes rolled back in their sockets as the heat from his monstrous cock burned inside her. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Pound my sweet pussy so hard!” she groaned. It was a glorious feeling to be filled so completely, and she tightened her arms and legs around Dick as he rammed himself deep inside of her.

“You’re such a good fuck,” Dick whispered harshly, his husky voice further arousing her. She’d started the dirty talk, taking a page from her friend Koriand’r’s book, and now Dick was joining in. Both of them were venting, purging themselves cathartically of all the anxiety they’d accrued fighting for hours with their inexperienced children alongside them. “You sweet bitch! You dirty whore.”

He kissed her hard on the lips, plunging his tongue into her open mouth to find her ravenously accepting it. Her folds tightened on his throbbing manhood. Donna’s legs fell open, projecting past his pumping hips in a loose vee as he ravaged her. Dick pounded her sex with blinding speed, her legs numb, her arms clinging to his shoulders desperately—she could hear his big cock as it rammed into her juicy cunt. And Dick could feel his seed building up inside him with readiness to come.

“I’m almost there! You hot cunt! I’m going to drown you in cum!”

“Me tooo!” Donna howled as she felt her own juices flowing out of her. They were flooding her pussy, his penetrating cock, running down their conjoined legs.

His climax was explosive. He slammed her wet cunt with furious blows, jarring her entire body, his hairy balls slapping against her twat until he couldn’t hold back any longer. His cum filled her greedy pussy until even it, well-stretched by his plunges into her, couldn’t take anymore, and it flowed down over her clenching thighs.

The last waves of their simultaneous orgasm shattered their minds. Dick lost his footing, kneeling down with Donna still perched on his erection, and then he folded over to the side. Both of them sprawled out on the floor, side by side, their sweaty bodies locked in an embrace.

“I guess… we won’t be needing the bed,” Dick muttered tiredly.

“And we might not have bothered with the shower,” Donna said, burying her face in his chest. “The Bat’s favorite son, losing control… I love it… call me some more names next time. I like knowing I’m not just your wife, I’m your… I think ‘booty call’ is the word for it?”

Dick laughed. “I would, but I think Kory might get the wrong idea. She can be very literal, you know.”

Donna closed her eyes and cooed in pleasure, thinking of another threesome with her best friend even as she conceded how correct Dick’s supposition was, as usual. Then, because her own soldierly mind could be just as tactical as Dick, she found herself thinking of a ménage a trois with Selina… and both of them making her their bitch.

Even as she fell asleep, she was grinding her hips against Dick’s body, just imagining it.