Marry the Beyond update

“Oh fuck, Terry, this is so much more fun!” Dana panted.

Terry didn’t ask her what it was more fun than. “Babe?” he whispered hoarsely.

“Yeah?” she asked, giving a slow wiggle of her hips that nearly made Terry come. He had to work her up off his prick before it gave in.

“As long as you’re thanking me… how ‘bout letting me put it in your ass?”

Dana froze. Terry quizzically sank her back down onto his erection; she smiled. He thought it was in pleasure at what she was feeling, but then her eyes lit up with anticipation.

“You wanna put it in my nice tight ass?”

“Yeah,” Terry said, working her off his cock for the last time.

“The way you’re putting in my wet little pussy?” Dana cooed, shuddering with lingering ecstasy and need, need that mounded the longer she was off his cock.

With her up in the air, Terry petted her silky smooth ass. “You’ve got such a nice, soft little ass.”

Dana wrapped her arms around his neck, steadying herself while he caressed her. She purred like a kitten as the feel of his gloves stroked over her bare buttocks. “Terry, baby—it’s yours. Fuck it.”

Terry shifted her, bringing her hovering body over his upright shaft. He eased her down until the puckered entrance of her rectum was against his thick cockhead.

“Okay, Dana?”

“Okay,” Dana breathed, feeling her asshole flow open to take the slow penetration of his manhood, lubricated only by her own copious coming on his dick. She sucked in air, the heat of her own juices slicking into her reminding her of how hard she’d come already.

“Go on and pucker it,” Terry said. “Squeeze it really hard.

Dana concentrated on weaving a pattern with her hips, tugging on Terry’s cock with her roiling, uncontrollably clenching anus. She humped up and down with her swinging ass and tensed her already tight sphincter. With her rectal muscles grinding into Terry’s thick prick, she felt just how deep it was in her already, how much of him she’d already taken in her most taboo space.

“Yes, Terry!” she cried. “Oooh, shit, yes!”

She felt him thrusting stiffly as he worked her up and down on his endowment, his huge cock stretching out the passage to her rectum. He was using more and more of her as his sheath, for his own pleasure, his sexual bliss. And she enjoyed it. It was so good to be used. She was Terry’s girlfriend and she was Batman’s cocksleeve.

“Rrggghh!” Terry rasped, now letting her feel all of his prick inside her. Dana reached behind herself and felt only the corded muscles of Terry’s loins. There wasn’t an inch of his shaft that wasn’t in her ass.

Terry shifted his grip, one strong hand on Dana’s hip, the other clutching her shoulder. He moved her like she was weightless, now getting used to the power the Batsuit provided—it wasn’t like he had used it like this before.

He lifted her up and then, as he brought her down, he lanced into her with his member.

“Oh yes!” Dana gasped. “Terry, my pussy, please, it’s so wet—!”

She didn’t know what she was begging for—not quite so far gone that she didn’t realize Terry would have to stop fucking her ass, the last thing she wanted, to fuck her pussy. But as much as he was enjoying himself, Terry had a cooler head than Dana did. He collared her body, one hand biting into the space between her neck and shoulder, freeing up his other hand to travel to her sex.

“Terry!” was all Dana could groan. “Terry!”

She sounded almost like she was praying. She loosened her hold on his neck, instead grabbing onto his hair and leaning back, wishing he were wearing his mask, wishing she could hang off those horns while he fucked her. Him and Batman.

Terry’s fingers parted her labia. His wet cock slid back and forth in her tight ass, while he caressed her creamy snatch, demanding the same roaring sensations from it as her other hole. Dana shrieked and rolled her hips voluptuously into the rhythm Terry had already set. She felt Terry’s fingers getting wetter and juicier the more they played with her cunt. She was proud of how she soaked them.

Then he fucked her harder, used her more. Dana felt his groin slap resoundingly against her ass as he pounded up into her. His fingers went deeper into her, demanding more pleasure from her cunt. Batman’s girlfriend wasn’t just going to get off—she was going to come. Hard.

Terry’s heavy breathing told Dana he was nearing orgasm. He pulled his fingers away from her sex and carried her over to a nearby pine tree, shoving her against it, using both hands to grope her breasts while his hips pumped furiously between her open legs, slamming his cock into her bowels, deep and hard and deep and hard.

Terry actually growled, burying himself into her so deep that Dana’s body was folded in half, jackknifed up between the tree trunk and Terry’s erection. Her legs flailed in the air, shooting up into a scribbled V shape, and she felt her rectum flooded with warm seed.

Terry whispered lovingly to her, but Dana was in no position to make out what he was saying. He let go of one of her swollen breasts, but squeezed the other one while his freed fingers went to her pussy again. His cock still thrummed in her ass, slowly softening among all the semen he’d forced into her.

Dana began to rock her hips, feeling the slow tide of her own burning climax as it went on and on, starting with a tingle in her toes, then gushing all the way through her body, ending in an overjoyed scream.

She cooed in satiation and Terry softly chuckled, taking his hand away from her pussy and sliding his manhood out from between her buttocks. Dana’s body settled, slumping down the pine tree until she was flat on her ass, with Terry sprawling out on top of her—finally the heap toppling over, Dana rolling onto her back, Terry snuggling into her, his face buried in her breasts.

Dana held him as close as she could get him, rocking gently while he sucked at her cleavage until she drifted into a pleasant dream—still feeling a pained pleasure lingering in her splayed asshole and a more luscious, lovely feeling where his lips were wrapped around a sweetly swollen nipple.

When she came back to herself, she still felt that ache in her well-opened anus, though it had dwindled. She clenched her buttocks reflexively and felt a dollop of Terry’s cold cum shift inside her. Then she saw that Terry was standing over her, cock tucked away, pulling his mask back on.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered. “I’ll be right back.”

Dana could’ve asked how long it had been—fifteen minutes—or what he was doing—checking out a noise—but she was too tired for that. As much as Terry’s prick had put into her, the fuck had taken plenty out of her too.

“Yes, Terry,” she muttered drowsily.

She turned onto her side to dream the rest of the dream that wrapped around the lovely soreness he’d left in her ass.