Gotham Among Other Gods update

Helena struggled to catch her breath. After leaving Artemis to finish up with Maxie Zeus, she’d been called over to Wayne Tower with Batman and Power Girl. There’d been demons, a possessed Firefly, more demons, a possessed Prometheus. The fighting had gotten so hairy that she was surprised Bruce hadn’t called in reinforcements, but he seemed to figure they could handle it with just the two humans watching Karen’s flanks.

She didn’t know how long it took to fight through them, but she ran out of crossbow bolts, used her crossbow as a blunt object and ended up battering it into splinters, and when the demons finally broke and ran, she’d thrown so many punches that the knuckles of her gloves were worn through, the skin scraped and raw beneath.

Bruce tied up Firefly and Prometheus back to back. The floor was littered with downed demons, either dead or unconscious. Helena was glad that for once she didn’t have to get a lecture about lethal force. She didn’t think the Catholic in her could take it, under the circumstances.

“DEO is on the way to mop things up,” Bruce said. “We shouldn’t be here when they arrive.”

Helena grunted. Thankfully, it wouldn’t be a long walk.

The elevator took them up to Bruce’s office, which was just one room of an executive suite that boasted a bedroom, bathroom, walk-in closet, and other such amenities of the rich and famous. Helena took a woman’s prerogative and claimed the bathroom first. She turned on the water, undressed, and stepped under the warm spray to feel it pounce against her chest, making her nipples fat and sensitive. When Karen got into the shower with her, she felt as inadequate as she did amorous. Women had no right to be that… tall.

“So what was that all about?” Helena asked, washing herself briskly and efficiently. 

Karen mopped her hair with shampoo. “Wayne Enterprises and Starr Tech are working together on a universal clean energy reactor. We were hoping to introduce it next week, but in its current state, it could cause a fusion reaction if improperly handled?”

“A fusion reaction?” Helena asked, trading Karen the soap and getting the shampoo bottle.

“A nuke.”

“Naturally. So, is this all part of the monsters’ plan or are they just getting desperate?”

“Pick whichever one is worse, it’s probably that.” Karen rinsed off and exited the shower. “Come on. I have some fresh clothes you can borrow.”

“I’m sure they’ll fit me,” Helena said. Even from behind, she could see the curve of Karen’s breasts past her back.

“In fact, I was planning to take you along as my date to the big presentation,” Karen said. She had hung up two garment bags on the door, and she handed one to Helena. “That should fit you.”

Helena opened hers up, finding an off-the-shoulder gown in dark purple. A leg slit climbed impressively up its length. She looked to Karen to find that the Kryptonian had used her superspeed, putting on a backless white dress slit to the thigh, complete with elbow-length blue gloves. The neckline, of course, was plunging.

“You ever think that you taking hiding your identity too seriously?”

“It’s not like I wear a mask,” Karen replied. “Maybe people just aren’t trying to find out my secret.”

***

Bruce was in the actual office of his extended and extruded office, seated on a couch—the office could’ve come off as a living room if it weren’t for the monolithic desk dominating the floorspace. He was stripped to the waist, tending to the meager injuries he’d taken. Chiefly bruises and small cuts. He held an icepack to what had to be a throbbing bump on his forehead while his other hand neatly sewed up a gash on his stomach. Aside from those two problem areas, he appeared to be in good health, or as good health as the Batman could ever be in.

Feeling a pleasant anticipation, and in the mood to tease him, Helena took a seat opposite him and crossed her long legs. She noticed the expression change on his face as her coffee-colored stockings flashed before his eyes. Although he was too saturnine to admit it, it was obvious he was interested.

“The generator’s safe,” Bruce reported. “Under lockdown.”

“So no presentation?” Helena asked, swinging her foot back and forth in front of him. She wasn’t wearing her heels. 

Deciding that it would be amusing to see if she could give the master of self-discipline an erection right then and there, Helena leaned back comfortably in her chair and shot Bruce a beguiling look, swinging her leg back and forth invitingly. 

“Shame,” she continued. “I would’ve looked so nice wearing this for all the reporters.”

“You look nice wearing it just for me.”

“And you look nice wearing nothing at all,” Helena replied, giving him a teasing smile as she deliberately let her skirt ride up to reveal the tops of her stockings, a glimpse of bare thigh. Although Bruce was trying to rein himself in, it was obvious that he couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

With a sultry smile on her face, Helena got up only to sit down again beside Bruce. Making no pretense of being careless, she deliberately pulled her skirt up until her dark stockings and white thighs were both on display. 

Bruce was practically licking his lips, in his own tight-lipped way, when Karen’s stocking feet padded into the office. She appeared in the doorway, showing off the low-slit white dress that displayed her full breasts and shapely, nylon-clad legs enough to let them speak for themselves.

A quick glance at Helena’s raised skirt and the obvious bulge in Bruce’s trunks made it apparent what was happening. “So, is three a crowd?”

“Oh no,” Helena called out, grinning as she discerned a look of almost worry on Bruce’s stoic face. “Just company.”

Karen laughed and quickly sat down beside Bruce on the couch. “If the demonstration’s not going forward, it does seem like a shame to waste these dresses.” Following her compatriot’s example, she pulled up her skirt to show off her tan stockings and a flash of her toned thighs.

“And very unfair not to give Bruce a chance to rip them off us,” Helena said, boldly running a hand over the front of his pants.

Karen flashed a smile and leaned forward to tease Bruce herself with the sight of her well-filled bodice. He was obviously intrigued by the two attractive women displaying their stocking tops.

“Which of us do you think has the best figure?” Karen asked teasingly.

“Well, I…” Bruce stammered.

“We may have to show him more before his mind’s made up,” Helena remarked.

“Then it’s only fair he show us what kind of figure he’s got,” Karen laughed amusedly. 

“Great idea,” Helena exclaimed, reaching for Bruce’s zipper with both hands, pulling his fly down. Slipping her hand inside his opened trunks, she quickly pulled out his rigid prick.

“God, Bruce, you’re such a stud,” Karen remarked, giving his erection an admiring stare.

Teasingly squeezing the thick member, Helena flashed a wide grin at the highly aroused Bruce. It was obvious that even he was stunned by both women suddenly ganging up on him like this.

“You ought to be able to handle both of us when you’re as big as this,” Helena said to him, holding his stiff cock in a firm grip.

“You’d better!” Karen added.

“Yes,” Bruce said. “I’d better.”

“Let’s see if I can handle you,” Helena continued, pushing his knees apart and kneeling down between them.

Before Karen’s eyes, she opened her sultry mouth as far as it would go and slipped it down over Bruce’s engorged cockhead, brushing her dark hair out of the way so the other two could watch her in action. Karen laughed with delight when she was the contented look that occupied Bruce’s face the moment he had Helena’s wet mouth around his cock.

“She’s a good little cocksucker, isn’t she?” Karen asked with an amused laugh.

“Yes, she is,” Bruce said.

“Not easy when there’s so much cock to suck,” Karen added, leaning over Bruce to look down at the abundant length of his shaft still in front of Helena’s lips.

As she slid her mouth up and down on his pounding erection, Bruce couldn’t keep from squirming in his seat. Aroused by the tantalizing feminine tongue moving over his erection, Bruce reached out to explore the front of Karen’s dress.

“Hey, I’m a lady!” Karen protested, playfully pushing his hands away. “That means you have to get to first base before you can round second.” She craned her neck toward him, her lips slightly parted in overt invitation.

Taking the shapely heroine’s face in his hands, Bruce kissed her firmly, his tongue slipping inside her lips. Placing her arms around his neck, Karen eagerly reciprocated, her own tongue flicking against his even as Helena’s warm mouth bobbed up and down on his throbbing erection. From the groan Bruce released into Karen’s kiss, it was clear that Helena was every bit as good at fellatio as Bruce had said.

When the kiss ended, Bruce eased Karen back, holding her over Helena’s pistoning back and forth on his lap.

“Don’t be greedy, Helena,” Bruce said, circling Karen’s lips with his thumb. “Let Karen suck for a while.”

Pausing for a moment with Bruce’s rigid cock distending her cheek, Helena pulled herself off of the saliva-soaked erection with obvious reluctance. 

“Okay, it’s your turn,” Helena said as she got up, and Karen broadcast an excited smile as Bruce pushed her head down into his lap. 

She eagerly formed her succulent lips into a wide oval, the better to take in Bruce’s enormous cock as her mouth was lowered onto it. It took her only a moment to show that she could take Bruce’s prick just as deep as Helena had. Then she took him even further, sucking vigorously on the thick hunk of meat he offered her. 

“Get in there, get in her mouth, get down her throat—“ Helena urged Bruce, watching him flex his hips as his manhood disappeared into Karen.

Standing directly in front of Bruce, Helena took her dress off, deliberately lengthening each tiny motion into a teasing eternity. Bruce throbbed inside of Karen’s mouth as Helena slowly removed her covering, tossing it aside to show his wide-eyed stare her fully-filled white bra, the skimpy matching panties trimmed in lace, her garter belt and darkened pantyhose.

“I know I don’t have her figure, but I doubt you have any complaints,” Helena teased, turning so that Bruce could admire her from all sides. He gave a shake of his head while Karen did the same, moving her head from side to side, pushing his swollen cock into her mouth at different angles.

Swallowing her gathering saliva with an audible gulp, Karen drew back until just Bruce’s glans were inside her mouth, and she pressed her teeth gently into them. “Wait until you see my figure,” she said around the cockhead in a promising voice.

Seating herself again in the chair across from Bruce, Helena took off her panties slowly and provocatively. Urged on by Karen’s hungry mouth, Bruce thrust himself back and forth down her throat as he watched Helena’s stockings come off to reveal smooth olive flesh.

“Can’t you get all of it into your mouth?” Helena teased her girlfriend, who plucked herself off of his knob just to say—

“You watch me!”

With an amused smile, Helena stood up to watch Karen slowly work her way down Bruce’s length until the shaft was pushed deep down her throat. Continually writhing with pleasure, Bruce saw more and more of his throbbing erection disappear from view as Karen slid her gagging way down his manhood.

“That’s better!” Helena said, winking at Bruce. As if to reward the two of them, she reached behind her back and undid her bra. It fell without ado to the floor. Bruce stared at the lush breasts she had unveiled, topped with nipples of a sultry, smoky color. Helena heard Karen gag and thought that Bruce’s arousal had just grown—right down the blonde’s gullet.

Flashing Bruce another teasing smile, she hooked her fingers into the elastic band of her panties and stripped them down her long legs, leaving them atop her bare feet like a shed skin. She made no attempt to cover herself as she took off her garter belt, and felt Bruce’s fascinated gaze burning into the dark hair that covered her sex.

“Not as big,” she repeated herself, kneeling on the couch across from the sucking Karen, so that on the other side of Bruce her buoyant breasts were offered up to his face. “But just try and complain!”

Even if he did, his misgivings would hardly be audible after Bruce buried his face in Helena’s cleavage, kissing and tonguing the luscious curves. Their abundance might not’ve been as much as Karen’s, but they were still more than enough for Bruce to lose himself in. 

“Another satisfied customer,” Helena observed wryly, catching her breath with delight and arching her back sharply. Bruce’s hands were exploring her naked body, as were Karen’s. The Kryptonian had completely lowered herself onto Bruce’s member, her widely stretched lips brushing against his pubic hair. Helena took hold of Karen’s hands and guided them to her breasts, which filled her palms. 

Seeing that, Bruce could take no more. His balls surged and violently burst. His prick jolted all down Karen’s throat as his seed came spurting up through his shaft. A creamy geyser shot out and splashed into Karen’s stomach. She gurgled joyfully and pulled herself off of his manhood, replaced by Helena’s hand. She jerked Bruce steadily as he continued to cum.

Jizz sprayed all over the place, drenching Karen’s face, soaking into her cleavage, skidding along her chin and lacing her parted lips. She had cum in her hair and a jet even went up her nose, making her sputter. His cock was pouring semen out like he was serving a feast. Helena’s face and breasts were lathered as well, glistening like some delicious glazed confection. 

Bruce’s balls drained off slowly and a final squirt skidded over Helena and Karen as they moved in for a kiss, connecting them cheek to cheek. Bruce gasped and slumped back, grinning with dopey pleasure as the two lovers kissed. Helena kept on masturbating him to make sure that she had coaxed out the last drops.

His balls were shrunken, but his big dick was still standing tall. A single blowjob had hardly diminished his virility any.

“I should get out of these wet clothes,” Karen joked, getting to her feet and disrobing. As she pushed her dress down her body to reveal her well-filled bra, Helena cupped her hand around Bruce’s manhood and began stroking it back to hardness. 

“Hnn,” Bruce said, watching Karen undress and Helena slip her hand up and down his manhood. “What’s a guy have to do to satisfy a woman these days?”

“Just be yourself,” Karen said, working her dress down her voluptuous hips. Tantalized by Helena’s stroking hand, Bruce watched closely as Karen stepped out of the garment altogether, revealing some surprisingly cute panties in pink, and a garter belt to hold up her stockings.

As Helena once again worked his throbbing prick into her mouth, he watched Karen hastily remove her bra and panties. Now wearing only her garters and hose, she stood in front of Bruce with her lush breasts and wet cunt on complete display. 

“Now it’s your turn,” Karen said, standing there with her hands on her hips, looking as confident as she had every right to be with her abundant charms on display. “You can’t hide that great ass of yours forever.”

With some reluctance, Helena drew her lips up off his returning erection. “Or those thick thighs.”

Closely watched by the two beautiful, highly excited women, Bruce stripped off the rest of his costume.

“And let’s do it in a bed,” Karen suggested. “Isn’t that the bourgeois way?” 

Helena slipped her fingers possessively around Bruce’s growing arousal. “I want to break your fucking bed, Bruce. I really want to break your fucking bed.”

“It’d be worth it,” Bruce quickly agreed. “Lead on. You’re the one with X-ray vision.”

Karen huffed a laugh. Well aware of Bruce’s eyes feasting on her jouncing ass, she led the way up the winding stairs that led to the bedroom. Helena kept one hand tightly fit around Bruce’s cock as the three of them approached the bed. Karen quickly pulled back the spread and blanket, then with an excited laugh they pushed Bruce onto the mattress.

“You’re one for one, Bruce,” Helena laughed. “Now do you think you can handle me?”

“You’re the one with your hand wrapped around it. What do you think?” Bruce replied, his eyes moving over their two unclothed bodies in all their lusciousness.

“What can all three of us do together?” Karen asked excitedly.

“I have a few ideas,” Helena said. She jumped onto the bed with feline grace, kneeling over his face. Bruce’s breath caught as he found himself looking directly into her beautifully aroused pussy. She slowly spread her long legs, settling her weight down on his face. “That’s another thing I have on Karen. Her tits might be bigger, but I taste so much better.”

In a moment, she was straddling Bruce’s face. Pinned down by her weight, even finding it a little difficult to breathe, Bruce still extended his tongue and attacked Helena’s wet sex.

“Yes!” Helena gasped excitedly. “That feels great! ” As his tongue flicked through her wet slit, she began grinding her hips down on his face, clenching and shaking her ass as she felt the shivers of ecstasy from Bruce’s tongue go through her. “So different from how Karen does it…”

Having watched them until her clenching cunt couldn’t bear for her not to join in. Karen climbed onto the bed. She dropped to all fours to take Bruce’s rigid manhood between her lips. Blinded by Helena’s succulent pussy taking up his vision, Bruce jerked spasmodically as he suddenly felt Karen’s sweet mouth around his prick. Her tongue slurped all over his shaft, before she worked his member as far into her mouth as she could. She sucked on it needfully, fingertips caressing the excess length protruding from her spread lips. She didn’t know if she could manage to take Bruce’s brutally huge erection to the root again. It seemed to have gotten even bigger with its second wind.

“Nhhh! This is perfect!” Helena cried, still grinding herself against Bruce’s face, onto his lashing tongue. “Keep going, Bruce! I love how you eat me!”

His nose pressed tightly into her groin, warm breath seeping into her damp pubic hair, Bruce pushed his tongue deep into her moist opening. Her feminine juices ran out of her, bathing his face and trickling into his mouth.

As Helena excitedly squirmed about on the top of his tongue, Karen’s mouth tormented Bruce maddeningly. Thrusting his pelvis back and forth in quick, jerky motions, Bruce was able to give himself a measure of control, but he still struggled to keep the tantalizing feel of her lips around his cock going for as long as possible.

“Holy shit!” Helena yelled. “You really know how to eat a girl out! You just… you keep makin’ me… God, Bruce, why do you have to be such a great goddamn fuck!?”

Suspended torturously between Karen’s eager mouth and Helena’s delicious sex, Bruce resolved to hold himself back as long as he possibly could. His head reeled under the weight of Helena’s silky ass, while he thrust his hips spasmodically, an uncontrollable reflex that finally led him into a deep plunge inside of Karen’s waiting mouth. He could no longer stop himself. He sent another hot load pumping between Karen’s hungry lips.

“MMMM!” Karen moaned with delight as his warm cream filled her mouth. She kept his cock deep in her throat, gulping down as much as she could even as his cum surged up and spilled down her chin. She knew that when he was done, she would be licking the excess up like a kitten would lap up a saucer of milk.

“Can’t stop! Can’t stop! Can’t stop!” Helena panted, grinding her hips around wildly on Bruce’s cunnilingus. She looked over her shoulder to see Karen’s cheeks bulged as Bruce filled her mouth with his load. In his orgasm, he was ravenous, his tongue suddenly everywhere at once inside of Karen, his tongue gulping her juices down with an unquenchable appetite. “God, I’m coming too! You won’t let me stop! You just fucking fuck me!” Her spine wrenched backwards and forwards as she achieved her orgasm, feeding Bruce more of the cream he was so desperate for.

Wiping a dribble of cum off her lips with the back of her hand, Karen said, “Don’t go soft now, Bruce! I want to feel your cock inside me! I want to come on that fucking baseball bat!”

Bruce grunted amusedly as Karen looked down to see his massive cock pointed straight up. The Kryptonian stretched herself over him, putting one leg on either side of Bruce’s body, then squatting over his manhood. Her pussy was directly over his knob, hovering over it for only a moment before touching it. Then his knob disappeared from view. Slowly, more and more of him was swallowed by Karen’s hungry and insatiable pussy. Her eyes widened, just as surprised to discover how hard Bruce still was as she was shocked at how good his cock felt.

Karen hesitated, stopping as the pain of taking him inside her became too much. She rode up his cock until she was at the very tip, then slid back down again. She took his cock slow and steady, but staring enviously at Helena as the Italian was able to enjoy Bruce’s tongue to her heart’s content.

Just as Helena was turning to look back at her, Bruce jammed two fingers into her ass, grasped her throbbing clit with his other hand, and pressed his lips firmly against the pink of her pussy. Helena groaned deeply and felt storms raging where Bruce was fucking her. Her squeals flew out of her unmuffled. She pressed herself more tightly against him, rubbing her wet pussy against his face. His stubble prickling her cunt felt almost as good as his tongue did when it flashed out of his mouth.

Karen was enjoying the slow pace she was fucking Bruce with, but as the tightening sensation in her pussy grew, she fucked him faster. Her pussy pulled taut, her fucking as fast as she could, and she screamed as she came. It seemed to take an eternity, but she could count from second to second as her cunt spasmed once, twice, then a third time. It passed quietly, seven seconds in.

After a few seconds of holding herself still, Karen started fucking Bruce again. She went fast, again.

Helena felt Bruce’s hands prying apart her buttocks. It split her apart, then fingers pushed inside, slid into her. Helena squealed, hammered herself against Bruce’s tongue and fingers and him, and then her pussy clamped over his tongue and he smacked the globes of her ass and she could feel his teeth at her clit, her clit felt so big—

Karen felt just how powerful Bruce’s climax was as a burst of his jism went as deep into her pussy as she’d ever felt it go. More cum followed the first shot, all going deep inside her, high up into her. Her cunt was filled so full that even when she pulled off of Bruce’s prick, she still felt stuffed.

Bruce was completely out of breath when Helena finally fell off of him, lying beside his body on the bed. Licking her lips, Karen laid down beside her. Both women looked flushed despite their superhuman stamina.

“I think we make a pretty good team, don’t you?” Helena asked, flashing a knowing smile at Bruce.

“I think it’s time we switched places,” Karen said, pulling herself up. “You promised, Bruce. You promised to help us with our baby problem. And it’s only fair you give us both chances to be moms.”

“Does that mean I can’t fuck your ass?”

Helena shuddered needfully. “Just fill my pussy. Fill my pussy up nice and full, then—“

“Then you can do anything you want,” Karen concluded.

“Are you going to let me catch my breath first?” Bruce asked.

“You can have ten seconds,” Karen said, shivering with anticipation as she crawled up to him.

“Ten!” Helena said, ducking her head to flick her tongue against Bruce’s flaccid cock. “Karen, help me get him started again!”

“Yes ma’am,” Karen agreed, leaning in with her tongue extended.

Bruce watched intently as the two women bathed his prick simultaneously. Helena went low, concentrating on the base of his cock when she wasn’t swiping her tongue over his balls and moaning over the salty taste. Karen worked on the cockhead, lapping at the sensitive ring behind the glans. Overwhelmed by the two feminine tongues caressing his member, Bruce quickly found his cock jutting out with another firm erection.

“I think he’s ready!” Karen laughed as she straightened up.

“He always is,” Helena remarked. “The man with a plan for everything…” She planted a moist kiss right on his crown.

“I hope he has a plan for my cunt,” Karen declared, grinning at Bruce. “It’s ready for him.”

She swung her leg over his head and straddled his face, presenting her pink slit to him. In a moment, she was squealing with girlish delight as his tongue slid into her. Wiggling her hips excitedly, she bowed over, bracing herself on an outstretched hand as she rested her lower body against his face.

“I told you he knew what to do,” Helena said, nuzzling her flushed face against Bruce’s throbbing cock as she spoke.

“What are you waiting for?” Karen demanded. “Had enough of his cum in your mouth?”

“Never,” Helena replied. “But I’m more in the mood for a ride than a drink.”

She quickly knelt astride Bruce’s midsection, atop his growing erection. Although Karen’s generous ass blocked his feel, Bruce could feel Helena’s soft hand take hold of his cock and guide it to the moist lips of her pussy. Helena slowly lowered herself down, taking his hard cock to deep within her tightly clinging sex. She was so wet, so needing, that in a moment, he was completely buried inside her. He thrust his hips jerkily as he felt her soft pink crevice flex around him.

“There!” Helena announced. “Now it’s two against one!”

They ground their hips down on Bruce, forcing him to struggle valiantly to keep control. His tongue constantly at work inside of Karen’s sex, he still worked his hips maddeningly into Helena, giving as good as he got. The two women squealed and urged each other on with delighted cries to demonstrate their pleasure, obviously enjoying Bruce’s ministrations to the utmost.

“Fuck! I could do this all day!” Helena gasped as she pistoned herself on the thick cock that had claimed her pussy.

“Me too!” Karen agreed. “Fuck! I could do this forever!”

Nearly drowning in Karen’s juices, Bruce continued drawing out her ecstasy with his tongue, while resisting the temptation of Helena’s delightfully tightening folds around his pounding cock. He could feel both of them coming, one orgasm on top of another, sometimes both women going off at once.

Finally, Bruce could no longer resist the pleasure of Helena’s cunt and Karen’s taste. He climaxed with vigorous thrusts of his pelvis. The women’s excited cries and wildly writhing bodies made it clear that they were sharing the bliss that he had reached. They fell off of him, one to either side, filled and covered with his seed.

Bruce breathed contentedly. He would have to make sure they wore those dresses again. It was the best thing he’d seen Karen in since that night twelve years ago…