Trick And Treat

The ring of the doorbell tangled in Bruce’s nerves. It was getting late for trick or treaters. He’d been hoping to call it a night and get down to the Batcave to monitor Gotham’s police band. Just because all of the usual suspects were safely locked up in Blackgate and Arkham didn’t mean there wouldn’t be trouble. But Alfred had the flu and the others in the cave deserved a night off. He’d stayed in the manor, near the cave, ready to respond to any distress—and also hand out candy, in Alfred’s absence.

And it looked like he would have to wait a little longer before he could just set out the bowl of candy and call it a night. Bruce went to the front door, taking the bowl and clinching it between one palm and the muscle of his hip, then turned the doorknob with his free hand. When he opened the door, he found three trick or treaters that were a bit too old for candy—but young enough for anything else.

Raven was dressed as a cheerleader. The belly-baring top clung tightly to her nubile little breasts, while the skirt stopped high up her long, slender legs, leaving it to thigh-high stockings to cover her up. The shock of bright colors made for a startling contrast with Raven’s usually gloomy air, her pale skin, her inky black hair, but Bruce would be lying if he said the conflict didn’t bring out a whole new side of her gothic appeal.

Donna was dressed as a Playboy Bunny. She took up most of Bruce’s attention. Her resemblance to Diana was uncanny. But while Diana was in the full bloom of womanhood, Donna was just beginning to flower to the heights Diana would reach. The term ‘barely legal’ was vulgar, but it applied. And it was a testament to the shared beauty of the sisters that Donna’s pert, nubile version of Diana’s gorgeousness held its own appeal, even to a man who’d been so intimate with her ‘big sister.’

The costume—sleek and simple, even understated—lent itself perfectly to Donna’s good looks. Sexual without being smutty, it fit Donna’s timeless, classical beauty. Recent years had done their best to reduce that iconic mystique—Bruce shuddered at the thought that a recent issue had featured a Dominator in the outfit, proving a point to people who were bigoted enough not to find vastly nonhuman species attractive—but Donna wiped out the cheapness of late, returning the visage back to the heights of Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell.

The costume didn’t show much more than Wonder Woman’s usual costume did, but that was meant for grandeur and awe… Diana carried herself appropriately… while the bunny ears, black satin one-piece, black tights, powderpuff tail, bowtie, and cufflinks clearly projected sex. It was thrilling just to see Donna hold herself in such a way, even without the glamorous adornment on her lush, pin-up body.

Kory was dressed up as Lil Bo Peep. It was a perfectly modest costume: an ankle-length gingham dress in pink with white petticoat, ruffled sleeves, a bonnet, an apron, and even a shepherd’s crook in hand. She looked like she’d be more comfortable wandering the Swiss Alps than going to the kind of seamy party that her companions seemed bent for—except that the costume was entirely too small for a woman as tall and voluptuous as her. The petticoat and skirt came only partway down her softly rounded thighs, while her waist was bare, the costume separated into two halves to allow her to fit in it. A gorgeous length of torso, bare and creamy and faintly glowing with the strange life of Kory’s literally golden skin, led up to where the costume resumed, covering her breasts. There her ample chest took up a great deal of space, nearly splitting the seams of the already halved dress. The fabric strained and stretched, practically shrink-wrapping her abundant breasts, before finally stopping at her throat. And, as a finishing touch, her bonnet perched on her long mane of red hair, absurdly small, but further showcasing her as an object of sensuality bursting through the confines of innocence.

“Trick and treat!” they cried.

Bruce smirked. “Isn’t that supposed to be trick or treat?”

“It was,” Donna agreed. “But Kory thought that wasn’t very heroic—threatening folks with mischief to get them to give us candy—and I agreed. It’s not very like an Amazon, Mr. Wayne.”

“So we decided that we would pay for our treats with tricks,” Kory added.

“And what kind of trick are you going to pull on me?” Bruce asked.

Kory giggled. “Now you’re the one who needs his grammar corrected, Mr. Wayne. You don’t pull a trick, silly. You turn it.”

Bruce suddenly looked to Raven, wondering what she was making out of all this. She was even more silent than usual—but she wasn’t stoic. She looked flustered, embarrassed, though not exactly uncomfortable. A shaky grin fought to dominate her sweaty face. She could barely restrain it.

“And we don’t want a normal treat. We want a special one,” Donna said.

“Special?” Bruce asked.

“Yes, you know… a really big treat.” Kory reached over and lifted up Raven’s skirt. Now Bruce saw that underneath the pleats, a vibrator was inserted into Raven’s pussy, the base distending her panties. He caught a glimpse of her pink, splayed cunt, its glossy folds wrapped around the vibrator as it quaked away inside her. “We’re letting Raven hold our treats for us.”

Bruce played along with exaggerated innocence. “Then I take it she’s not… ‘turning tricks,’ was it?”

Kory and Donna shook their heads.

“No, Mr. Wayne, sir,” Kory answered. “But you can have a trick from whichever of us you like! We don’t mind taking a treat out of Raven if it’s in the way. It’ll be fun to put it back in any way!”

Bruce considered this. Raven was tempting, in her sylphlike way, especially with the pleasure she already felt making her so flustered, no doubt sensitive and close to orgasm already. He imagined that a ‘trick’ with her would very soon reduce the empath to the blissed out, fucked out status he found so arousing. Such a fitting state for one who looked so much like a whore, whose body would make her such a good whore.

And Kory was obviously sex as pure as it could be. Bruce was hard-pressed not to pick her. Her luscious body, voluptuous curves, and openly sensual manner made her the clear choice, even among her fellow beauties. But Bruce had long since put the mission first, before all other considerations, and he had to admit, fucking Kory would complicate his partnership with Dick. As libertine as all three of them were with their sex lives, Bruce didn’t feel the need to push what little boundaries there were.

Besides which, Donna was perfect. Perhaps not as sexual as Kory, but even more elegantly beautiful, artistically sculpted in her well-formed body and lovely face. Bruce could admit, he’d always been attracted to Diana and even her well-aged mother, Hippolyta. Having Donna would be like taking Diana again for the first time, finding yet another way to fuck that goddess among women—while also being almost as kinky as making love to Kory.

Yes… the next time he saw Diana, it would be like he’d gone back in time, fucked her younger self, perhaps even taken her virginity. The rush of anticipation he already felt… you couldn’t put a price on that. He wanted his future with Diana to always carry the sweet tang of him having fucked her sister as well—for Diana to look at him and feel the kinky thrill of knowing she and her sister had shared a man.

Bruce shoved the bowl of candy into Kory’s hands and stepped up to Donna, the fresh air outside the manor pressing in on him with its autumn chill. Donna’s lips formed a cooing sound she didn’t make out loud. Her eyes burned into his bared chest. He was dressed as a lumberjack, the kind of himbo thing a playboy of Bruce Wayne’s reputation would wear, and though there was nothing sleazy about it, the partially unbuttoned flannel shirt and tightly hugging jeans gave those who were too old for trick or treating a treat all their own.

He looked down into Donna’s glowing face, seeing how pleased she was to be chosen. She bit her lip in arousal at the prospect of what would come next. “You mind if I get my trick before you get your treat?”

“I think you can get anything you want, Mr. Wayne,” Donna giggled.

“You’re right. I can.”

He threw his arms around Donna, locking his mouth to hers in a hungry kiss.

“Oh God,” Donna panted, feeling his stiff cock pressing against the groin of her one-piece. When they’d first arrived it’d only been a modest bulge, but now it was more like a beast. Chained and caged, yes, but hardly tamed. “Hurry up and give that thing to me!”

Briskly releasing her, Bruce drew down his zipper, while Donna lay down on patio swing built beside the front door, in the tiny house-in-its-own-right that projected from the front door, an antechamber more than a doorstep. Pulling the crotch of her one-piece aside, she lifted her knees and spread her smooth thighs, exposing the vivid pink of her juicy slit to Bruce’s eyes.

Bruce lay down between her bare legs, looking at her wet inner flesh all the way down. At the last second before mounting her, he looked up into her eyes to find she was staring downward, admiring his stiff prick as it approached her.

“Oh, Mr. Wayne,” she whispered admiringly. “You can shove it in right now… ever since you picked me, I’ve been so wet, I could barely stand it! Hurry, before I stain this damn costume!”

Donna’s heart pounded with anticipation. As Bruce moved the final few inches to bring their bodies together, she reached down to grasp his hard dick and guide it inside her. It went right up to her dripping opening and slipped deliciously in.

“God, BRUCE!” she cried, feeling his wonderfully hard shaft push inside her, filling her hungry sex. Christ, it felt good to be so full, to have so much entering her and fucking her. She clung tightly to Bruce, only barely managing to restrain herself from squeezing hard enough to damage him.

Bruce was no fool. He gave Donna a few moments to bring herself under control. Then he began pumping into her moist heat, perfectly using her horny little cunt to channel his own lust, his own passion.

“Shit!” he grunted, feeling her receptive inner muscles on his prick, squeezing and milking it with the rich decadence of sensation he’d known with Diana. It was world-class irony, how the girls from an island with no men seemed to have been built to be fucked. “That feels real damn good, Donna!”

“I know,” Donna keened, whipping her hips up to counter his every thrust. Her face strained and sweated, trying to withstand the massive cock and the glorious feelings it gave her. “It’s amazing!”

She grabbed Bruce’s thickly muscled ass and held on tight, pulling his throbbing cock even deeper into her slippery passage. But that wasn’t enough. She let go with one hand and instead wrapped it around his broad back, holding him with both clenched arms while she writhed her hot pussy upward. It sucked its way to the base of his thick prick—her inner muscles pulled and squeezed even harder on his plunging weapon.

“Oh shit, baby, I’m getting fucked!” Donna whimpered, no longer quite so aware of what she was saying as she had been. One hand still on Bruce’s ass, holding him as firmly inside her as she dared, she wrapped her lusciously full thighs about his waist. It was more an offering than an embrace. With her voice babbling nonsense, she tried to show him with her body how willing she was to be used by him.

Bruce got the message. His hot cock pistoned in and out of her sucking pussy. Even with Donna’s conflicted attempts to hold him inside her, Bruce kept up the pace so indomitably that Donna found it impossible to interrupt, to go against his will—she let him do as he wanted with her, go as hard and as deep as he wanted inside her. His thrusting cock forced out rivulets of her juices, sending them trickling out of her clasping labia to gleam on thighs and ass.

“Son of a bitch!” she whimpered, grinding her impaled cunt up in agreement with how Bruce had penetrated her. It felt impossibly deep, how far he’d gone, and she loved every inch he’d managed to get inside herself. “You can really fuck, sir! Sir, you’re really a fucker! Jesus Christ, you can so fucking FUCK ME!”

“You’re easy to fuck,” Bruce cooed, cool even as his body drove hotly, rearing back, then jamming himself further and further into her sucking hole.

“Ooooooh, YEAH!” Donna squealed, his fat cock knifing through what little space there remained inside her to be filled. “That’s it, sir! Give me a good fuck, Mr. Wayne! Oh shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

They were so consumed with how hot their need for each other had grown that they’d stopped paying any attention to Kory and Raven.

Raven’s mouth hung open at the sight of the fucking couple writhing together on the porch swing. Even mostly clothed, it was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. She couldn’t believe the size of Bruce’s cock, though she saw it thrusting in and out of Donna’s sex with every passing moment.

Raven’s own little pussy burned and ran with wetness, filled with a strange kind of excitement as she both watched and heard Bruce’s stiff member pumping Donna’s creaming womanhood. She didn’t need her empathic abilities to know Donna was almost out of her mind with enjoyment.

“Harder, sir, harder!” she heard Donna cry, gasping Bruce’s toned ass, pulling him deeper into her drenched cunt.

A stream of Raven’s own juices ran from her pussy as she excitedly watched the two. As if unnoticed by her, Kory approached Raven from behind. She’d set the bowl of candy down, but taken and unwrapped a small Tootsie Roll from it. As she embraced Raven, one hand popped the chocolate into Raven’s mouth, while the other hand thrust down through the pleats of her skirt. Slowly, she traced the lines of Raven’s wet cunt, already skewed by the vibrator inside her. But still, Raven felt the heat of Kory’s touch, along with the taste of chocolate, over the quivering ecstasy of the sex toy.

“They seem to be enjoying themselves,” Kory said, for once voicing an understatement. “I guess that’s why it’s called trick and treat. Because turning a trick is such a treat…”

Bruce was as excited by Donna’s wild desire as Raven was. He jammed more and more of himself inside of Donna and felt his throbbing prick caressed by her pleasured convulsions.

“Oh, Mr. Wayne, it’s so deep in me!” the two onlookers heard Donna cry in delight. “It feels so fucking good when it’s deep! That’s it, sir! Fuck me! Fuck your cock into me and fuck your cum into me! I wanna be your Halloween treat! Yes!”

The chains holding up the swing jangled; it jumped and bounced in its suspension. The full power of Bruce’s body was slamming down onto Donna, the man forcing his way deep into her thrashing body.

Raven’s eyes rolled upward; she couldn’t see Bruce fucking Donna anymore, but the sound of it was enough for her frenzied mind. Even the smell of sweat and arousal and cunt and prick was driving her wild. Kory fingered her lovingly, playing her burning pussy like the instrument it was while her all-green eyes watched the couple too.

Raven had been the least experienced of the trio when they’d started—that was why they’d made her carry the goodies, to insure she got some enjoyment out of the night. Now, Kory could see she was learning that a good fuck was the most incredible thing that could happen to a woman. Kory knew her trembling friend wanted a cock like Bruce’s between her own legs.

“Oh shit, Bruce!” Donna screamed. “I’m coming! I’m gonna come! Fuck me hard! I’m almost there!”

Listening to Donna’s ecstasy, Bruce put all his strength into fucking her the rest of the way there. Her pleasure was irresistible; he felt his own orgasm building. As Donna cried out deliriously, he hovered in blissful suspension, barely holding himself back, ready for climax to engulf his body as it had Donna’s.

“Sweet Jesus!” Donna whispered hoarsely, her voice unable to keep up with the waves of ecstasy that surged through her jerking body. “Hold me, sir! Hold me tight! I’m coming… coming so hard… oh, Bruce… NNHHH!”

Bruce growled out his release, forcing open his eyes to see Donna’s face as she received his hot spill inside her. She instinctively screwed her pussy up to the root of his spurting prick, making sure to get all of his load. With his muscular body stricken between her trembling thighs, Bruce’s cock continued to spurt. Neither man nor woman would stop until Donna had all the hot, thick seed her body could hold.

“Very good, Mr. Wayne!” Kory cried, abandoning Raven to pat Bruce on his broad shoulders. “You treated her indeed! Tricked her as well! I’m sure Donna thought she could take all of that mighty cock, but you showed her it was too much for her! Mmmm—much too much…”

Bruce pulled himself to his feet, leaving a lashing of cum down Donna’s stockinged leg. Sighing to herself, Kory took his dripping cock and planted it back behind his fly. “And now it’s time for our treat. I think Donna will be a minute, getting just how much you’ve given her. But Raven and I are more than ready for our fair share.” She lowered her voice huskily. “And you can give Raven as many treats as you like—I’m ready to exchange more tricks.”