Everybody Wants Zinda update

Roy rubbed at his eyes. He was feeling lightheaded, his vision blurred, something off in his finely tuned senses ever since he’d gotten back from Talia’s. Maybe it was a good thing Oracle had benched him. He could probably use a nap, but no, he felt too keyed up for that. Maybe a cold shower, or a hot bath, or a bite to eat. There was no reason for him to stay in Oracle’s Delphi room, waiting for them to call. Barbara had Dinah and Helena with her, and all three of them could handle themselves. He just felt so damn protective. Barbara was in a wheelchair and Helena was, well, something to him, and Dinah was something else—she was Dinah.

He rubbed at his face again. God, what was wrong with him? He had to do something to work the kinks out or by the time they did need to call him into action, he’d be a nervous wreck.

“Mr. Arsenal?”

“What?” Roy snapped, spinning around to see Misfit standing there. God, did she look cute. A yellow dress covering her curves to make her innocent as a nun, Mary Jane shoes with knee high socks. She’d put her hair up in pigtails tied with yellow ribbons. But what really made the grade was how self-conscious she looked wearing them—like a stripper dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl before her act started. Probably Barbara’s idea of a joke, giving her the clothes of a sixth-grader to wear while she gave her costume a wash…

What was he thinking? She was young enough to be his… well, not that young. But definitely as young as any babysitter Lian had ever had. 

“Sorry,” Roy said, lowering his voice. “I didn’t mean to yell. I’m just a little on edge. What can I do for you?”

Misfit bit her lip. Roy guessed his ogre act had made her want to run and hide, but now she was too put on the spot not to say something. “Is it true you’re a father?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I have a little girl. She’s eight.”

“Oh,” Misfit said in a ginger voice. “So you’re married?”

“No, no, God no. It’s complicated. Her mother’s not in the picture.”

“Divorce?”

“Nuclear explosion,” Roy said. 

Misfit went slightly wide-eyed as she absorbed that. “So you’re a single parent.”

“Yeah. Well, no—I get a lot of help from my friends and everyone around here. It takes a village, you know.”

“I guess.” Misfit shuffled her way to a chair, sitting down, looking so like a living doll once she plopped down that Roy had to smile. “I had a single mom. She’s not in the picture either. But now Ms. Gordon takes care of me. Not that she’s my mom or anything. But, I mean, it’s really cool how you’re taking care of a little kid. They really need it.”

“Yeah,” Roy said. “You know, my Lian loves chocolate sundaes. I’ve gotten pretty good at making them. How’d you like one?”

Misfit smiled widely. “I’d love one!” she said brightly before restraining herself, probably thinking she had to act as cool and collected as the Birds of Prey. “I mean, yes, please.”

Roy went into the kitchen, feeling the swollen sensation in his head going down with his friendly interaction with Misfit. Maybe he was turning into a people-person extrovert like Grayson. Then again, considering Dick’s history with the opposite sex, that wasn’t so bad. Starfire and Batgirl—geez.

He came back bearing a tray with all the essentials. A bowl, a pint of vanilla ice cream, a scoop, a jar of chocolate syrup, and a canister of whipped cream just waiting to be sprayed. He put the tray down on the coffee table and sat down beside Misfit. His thigh touched hers.

“Let’s make you a sundae,” Roy said, feeling out of breath for some reason. He was almost panting.

Misfit’s eyes traveled down his chest, seeing the flexing muscles at his midsection that pressed out into his costume with each breath. Between his legs, there was a pronounced bulge, but Roy didn’t seem to notice how hard he was getting. He scooped ice cream into the bowl.

“Don’t tell Barbara I’m giving you this before supper,” Roy said as he spooned some of the chocolate syrup over the ice cream. He must’ve heated it in the microwave. It was letting off wisps of steam, making the ice cream melt in fresh rivulets of foaming milk. 

Misfit nodded dumbly. “What Ms. Gordon doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

Roy picked up the whipped cream and shook it up, before spraying a swirl on top of the sundae. “That’s right, Charlie. That’s exactly right.”

Misfit picked up the spoon and dipped it into the sundae, but before she could take it out, Roy’s warm hand wrapped around hers. He helped her take out a spoonful of ice cream with syrup and whipped cream, just big enough to teeter over but not fall out. He gently guided it up to her mouth.

“Here,” Roy said. “Have some.”

Unable to look away from Roy’s face, Misfit let him pop the spoon into her open mouth. She closed her lips around it, sucking away the whipped cream, the chocolate syrup, the ice cream, each tantalizing her tongue before sliding down her throat. A little chocolate stayed on her lip. Without thinking, she licked it away. 

Roy let go of her hand and his fingers dropped down to her chest, cupping her right tit. Misfit wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipple was already hard, grinding into his palm as he tightened his grip.

“You have very big breasts for such a little girl,” Roy said. Misfit clenched her teeth together. It did feel big, almost swelling as his hand massaged it with shaking fingers, like he was fighting the urge to grasp it as tightly as he could’ve. Instead, his touch was light and delicious.

“Mr. Arsenal…”

“Don’t call me that,” Roy gasped. “It’s a little formal, don’t you think?”

“Yes… mmmmm… can I call you Daddy?” Misfit rolled her shoulders, pressing her breasts into his loving grip. She’d had no idea it would be like this. She wasn’t nervous or scared, just warm. Willing. 

Roy put both hands on her breasts, caressing the pliant flesh with a restrained intensity that turned Misfit on almost more than his touch. With every moment he had his hands on her, the fabric of her dress scraped roughly against her engorged nipples, and Misfit felt the heat and sweat of his hands even more. She wished he would just rip her dress away so she could feel only him.

“Yeah,” Roy breathed. “Call me Daddy… that’s a good girl…”

Misfit was on fire. Her pussy was wet and burning hot. She wanted to take all that he could give her.

Roy pulled feverishly at Misfit’s dress, finally getting it open, baring her breasts. They looked like two generous scoops of ice creams, the nipples cherries, set sweetly right on top of each delicious crest.

Roy pulled the dress down Misfit’s shoulders. Her breasts heaved with her deepening breath, drawing his eyes almost hypnotically. Slowly, not trusting himself not to break such a precious girl if he moved as quickly and as roughly as he wanted to, Roy lowered Misfit onto her back. Then he reached over, taking the ice cream scoop and digging it into the pint. His other hand squeezed Misfit’s left breast—she moaned to finally feel his skin against hers, his rough callused hand, as warm as if she were holding herself up to a fire. Then he lowered a scoop of ice cream onto the slope of her breast, right on top of her jutting nipple. 

Misfit gasped and cringed, the chill freezing her solid after how warm his hand had been. “Daddy!” she keened, trying to move her hands to brush the ice-cold helping of dessert away, but the dress was around her biceps, pinning her arms to her sides. “That’s cold!” she pouted, realizing she could do nothing.

“It’s sweetest when it’s cold,” Roy said, holding her down by the shoulder as he dropped another scoop on her other breast. Misfit pinched her lips together and blushed ferociously. It felt funny now. Not painful anymore—the ice cream was melting, trickling down between her breasts and molding softly to the contours of her flesh. Her nipples were stiffer than ever, she felt like she could feel every air molecule rubbing against them, and the ice cream flowing and spreading across her chest like something alive, making all of her as sensitive as her nipples were.

Roy was sitting up off of her, taking off his costume. His broad chest was scarred and muscled, the sight of it making her even warmer, which made the ice cream feel even colder. She thought it would never melt. “You’re being a very good girl, Charlie,” he said. “Sharing your ice cream with Daddy.”

Misfit breathed deeply. She could feel her aroused cunt, as warm as her core and as wet as the ice cream, getting her panties all damp and messy… “I like being your good girl.” Her voice was thick with lust. 

The firm muscles of Roy’s pectorals flexed. They looked like they could’ve been forged out of iron. “Good girls don’t get their nice dresses all messy, do they?”

He lowered himself over her. His hands went around her back, unfastening the buttons behind her. Without being asked, Misfit lifted herself obligingly off the couch, letting him slip the dress down her long legs. She liked being a good girl. She liked having Roy as her daddy.

His eyes drank her in: the ice cream covered her breasts like snowcaps on towering mountains, each melting rivulet from them showing how hot her body was growing. Her firm belly slowly flexed with corded muscles. Her panties were yellow and they were taut and sheer over the mound of her pussy, all the more perverse for how concealing the matching dress had been. Misfit’s thighs were trim, well-toned, tapering to her tomboyishly scratched knees, swelling into the slim calves underneath her high socks. Her buckled shoes were gone. Misfit wore only her panties, her knee socks, and the ice cream. Roy wanted to lick that vanilla clean before it melted, made her all sticky. And then, when he came all over her, she would look as good as she did now. Just with no panties. He’d keep those in his pocket so he’d always remember his good girl and how wet she’d gotten for him.

Roy ran his hand down Misfit’s pale little stomach, laying his palm against the swell of her pussy. He could tell the warmth and pressure aroused her. She rolled her hips against his big hand, grinding herself into more of the sweet contact that was already pleasing her so much. 

Roy couldn’t take anymore. With a low groan, he tore away her panties, biting into her thigh as he pulled them off her legs. The scent of her bare sex hit him, greedy and wet, craving his cock as much as he wanted it inside her. He jammed the panties into his pocket, slid his hands under her thighs. Misfit got the idea. As he lifted her lower body, she spread her legs wide, opening her pussy for him. 

Roy held her up, scooped out another helping of ice cream, and laid it on Misfit’s lower belly, just above her clit, her sex. Misfit screamed as the freezing chill hissed into the steamy heat of her cunt, then went silent as she got off on it, the unique sensation bringing her to orgasm. Her ass writhed in Roy’s hands, her legs kicking in the air, melting ice cream running over her womanhood like she’d reached some new level of aroused wetness she hadn’t known existed.

Roy’s hardness demanded to be set free, straining at his pants with an effort that made his whole body quiver. His hands shaking, he undid his belt, his fly, finally releasing his erection, a foot of hardened cock swinging out to aim at Misfit, poised and slavering like a hunting dog on a scent. 

Not bothering to undress any further, Roy picked up the jar of chocolate syrup and upended it over Misfit, pouring out its darkness over the ice cream that already covered Misfit’s chest and underbelly. “There,” he said, throwing the jar aside. “How’s that feel?” 

“It feels funny—Daddy,” Misfit said, putting a finger to her breast, the cold vanilla and warm chocolate coating her fingertip. She brought it to her lips and licked at it, first stripping away the chocolate sauce, then the vanilla ice cream, then just sucking off it, the taste her own. Misfit hoped Roy would like how she tasted once he got back the chocolate and the ice cream. She could see Roy’s cock throbbing. She thought he might like the taste already.

“You look so good already. Just one finishing touch.” Roy picked up the canister of whipped cream. As expertly as he’d added a spiral to the sundae, he swirled trails of the creamy goo around each of her breasts, then made a third cone over her pussy. Misfit couldn’t believe how good she looked—the exact opposite of the scrawny little girl she’d had to dress up as in the clothes Barbara bought for her. “There. Now you can’t get any sweeter.”

He spoke with satisfaction that it made Misfit feel like she would melt. “Are you gonna help me eat it?” she asked.

“Yeah, sweetie. Daddy’s gonna have just a little taste.”

He covered her body with his own, mouth attacking the generous helping of ice cream and chocolate sauce and whipped cream that made a sundae of her left breast. He licked up great gulping mouthfuls, smacking his lips at the taste of it, knowing Misfit’s taste would be even sweeter. In seconds he had uncovered Misfit’s breast, leaving behind a brown sheen of smeared chocolate and melted ice cream. 

He licked at it more, scraping his tongue over the goosepimpled skin of her chilled breast. He laved it around and around her breast, scouring away the sticky sweetness before kissing Misfit, sharing the taste with her. Misfit felt his tongue delve into her mouth, mingling the deliciousness of the chocolate with her saliva, then scouring it away again as his tongue sought out hers. Her pussy clenched with need as if trying to suck him in. He was so hot for her and that was making her so hot for him!

He left her mouth painted with streaks of brown chocolate, shifting his attention to her other breast. That too was devoured with greedy lust, the only forbearance Roy had being to leave a fat dollop of whipped cream over Misfit’s unbelievably hard nipple. He was saving it for last. 

Misfit’s breath caught as its time came, Roy raising his head to admire the treat, then parting his lips, his teeth sharp and animalistic. His mouth covered her nipple and he sucked hard, like he needed every taste of it that he could get. The entire summit of Misfit’s breast disappeared between his lips. His tongue slashed through the chilly ice cream and filled Misfit’s areola with warmth. 

Then, still suckling at her, Roy pulled his head back so that Misfit’s flesh raked agonizingly out from between his teeth. He stopped at her nipple, his teeth clamping gently down on it, the pressure excruciating for Misfit, hitting right where the throbbing hardness of her nipple was at its tensest. Her back arched. She came once more, pleasure stabbing into her breast with each tooth. The melting ice cream on her lower belly mingled with the juices of her orgasmic cunt.

“How’s that, dear?” Roy asked, lifting his face, chin smeared with chocolate syrup. “Does it feel as good as it tastes?”

All Misfit could do was nod and beg for more with her eyes. She ran her legs up and down his, stroking his flesh urgently.

“Please!” she sobbed. “Lick my little pussy! Lick it all clean!”

“How do your tits feel?” Roy insisted.

“Good! So damn good! But I need you in my pussy—it’s so cold. Make it warm. Make it as warm as your mouth is…”

 

Roy’s erection was shaking with need, wanting only to be sheathed in Misfit’s tight cunt. But it would have to wait. Roy had made an ice cream sundae out of Misfit’s pussy for a reason. He knew when he was done eating it, she would be all his.

He backed up, contorting his legs against the couch’s armrest as he dropped his head down between Misfit’s thighs. Misfit’s body was as taut as a bowstring now, quivering with anticipation that could not grow any further. Roy was going to eat the ice cream that hid her cunt from him—and when he was done with that, his tongue would start in on her, taste her at last. What would it be like, having a real man touch her there? Would it feel as good as when she masturbated or even better? Could it be he knew how to touch her pussy even better than she did?

Licking his lips, Roy started on the first course. Every swipe of his tongue slid the morsel of ice cream around on Misfit’s flesh, rubbing its coldness into her cunt, filling her with weird sensations. The newfound cold of the ice cream moving around coupled with the trickling warmth of her growing arousal. Her clit was swelling with excitement, seeming to strain for his tongue as it licked directly above her little button.

“Please hurry, please hurry, please hurry!” Misfit begged. “My pussy’s right there, it’s there! I need your tongue in me so bad, please, it’s gonna feel so good—I’ll taste nice, I promise!”

Whipped cream and dark chocolate ran in retreat from Roy’s diving tongue, flowing around Misfit’s hips and down between her buttocks. Misfit could only yowl as his tongue forced the chilly mixture inside her, wet and sticky on the folds of her cunt, only for him to lap at it even more ravenously, tasting all of her at once—her pussy, the ice cream, the remnants of chocolate and whipped cream clinging messily to her labia lips. Suddenly, Roy’s tongue sparked against Misfit’s clitoris. She shrieked, arching her back to force her cunt into Roy’s tongue, grabbing his head to feed his greedy mouth all she could give it.

“It’s wonderful!” she screeched. “It’s so wonderful! I never thought—Roy—I, you’re making me--!”

A flood of her cream gushed from her, blending with the sugary dessert that was already running down her groin. Roy licked it all up eagerly. It tasted better than ever. Maybe the combination was even an aphrodisiac. Roy seemed more insatiable than ever.

Her thighs closed around his head like a vise, cutting off his hearing, filling his eyes with the sight of her quivering belly and open cunt. Roy didn’t care. Nothing mattered to him but her taste, her sweet, sweet taste.

Wonderful pleasure boiled in Misfit’s sex. Every stroke of his tongue was like gasoline being poured onto a fire inside her, even his nose getting her off as it rubbed against the marble of her clitoris. She just couldn’t stop coming!

“I love you, Daddy!” she cried. “Oooo! Ooooo! I love you, I love you, I love you so much! Fuck your tongue inside me! Tell me how good I taste! Oh, God, I hope I taste good for you, Daddy!”

Roy pulled his tongue out of her, then traipsed it all over her pussy, lapping up the delicious slush of the sundae he’d made. It felt better than ever for Misfit, like he’d never touched her before, like nothing had ever touched her. She lifted her ass up off the couch, trying to get more of his tongue. She wondered if she’d ever stop coming, and if she didn’t, would he just keep licking up her juices? She wanted him to. She wanted to be his good girl forever.

Finally, her pink lips were shiny and clean. Roy pulled his mouth away with a smile on it, but Misfit whimpered in disappointment. She pulled futilely at his hair, trying to get him back to her cunt. She wanted to be daddy’s girl again.

“Don’t stop now!” she pleaded. “I’ll come more for you, I promise! Don’t I taste good, Daddy? Don’t I come for you so much?”

“I’ve got something else for you, baby,” Roy said, sliding on top of her, his half-naked body against hers, his sweat mingling with the sticky residue of the ice cream that had melted on her flesh. “Something that’ll make you even sweeter.”

Misfit felt his weight added to hers, his breath coming up her body like a snake crawling over her, until he was at her lips, almost touching them with his own, almost kissing her except that she was unable to resist begging: “Yes, yes, fuck me! Fuck me now! Show me what a good girl I’ve been, Daddy! Show me that I’m your girl!”

Her words brought Roy into a lustful mania. He hunched over Misfit, bringing his steel-hard cock to her opening. Misfit started to reach down to guide him in, but he knew the way into her. Roy lunged into her cunt with all his strength, burying himself up to the balls inside her, taking her virginity with the quick, brutal violence of a bandage being torn off.

Misfit gave a shrill cry at the tearing pain of her first fuck. The only virgin in her graduating class, she was now being inducted into womanhood by a prick bigger than any of her classmates had ever even seen. The feeling of having her tender young sex opened up by such a man had her sobbing with agony, enough to forestall even Roy’s insane lust. With the crucial plunge having been made, he eased off on her, working himself in and out of her with little hunching motions. Misfit’s tears took on a new note. Her pussy had to feel something, being penetrated so massively, and it was soon impossible to feel pain with the careful ease Roy was fucking her with. So she felt pleasure—so much pleasure that she was soon throwing herself back furiously into every thrust Roy gave her.

Roy drove himself madly into her, her feet waving up in the air as he pistoned in and out of her cunt. Her juices ran in a froth down her taint from the sheer energy of his thrusting. Each lunge of his rigid manhood drove Misfit down deep into the couch cushions, no matter how hard she pushed up into him, trying to take more of his cock inside her aching sex.

His mouth found hers, tasting strangely sweet from the sundae and from Misfit’s own cunt, but Misfit took his tongue into her mouth with no regard for the fact that she was tasting herself. She hoped Roy would eat her pussy every day, that his kisses would taste like this forever.

Roy had deprived himself for far too long to hold back now. With Misfit’s tongue wrapped in his, he yelled around it, his hands digging like claws into Misfit’s ass as he came. Misfit felt him fill her pussy, but after a moment, her awareness of his cum claiming her sex was lost in the latest of her orgasms. She locked her thighs around Roy’s waist, trying to keep his prick inside her, not let him take away even a drop of his ejaculation. 

And to Roy, her taken cunt felt like it was strangling his member, pulsing up and down the length of his shaft, milking out the spurts of cum that shot into her pussy again and again. In seconds, the jism had overflowed her, running out of her cunt to follow the melted ice cream pooling at the backs of her thighs. And still Roy fucked her, keeping his claim on her pussy until he had no more seed to give to her. Only then did the fires die down, becoming a warm afterglow for both of them. Misfit felt as if she’d melted herself, eaten all up by Roy, leaving only the milky remainder at the bottom of the bowl.

At last, Roy pulled himself off of Misfit, his cock sliding out of her, a last dab of cum running down her perineum like a traipsing finger. He sat on the couch cushion at the far end as Misfit cooed, her short body taking up only two cushions. 

“Charlie? Honey?” She appeared asleep, her eyes still screwed tightly shut from the fury of her final orgasm.

Misfit stretched like a cat, moaning as the aftershocks of the sex hit her, tingling vibrantly in the newly awakened places between her legs. “Yes, Daddy?”

“Did my little girl enjoy herself?”

“Yes sir, Mr. Arsenal, Daddy… very much!” Misfit said ardently. 

Misfit heard a hiss and she forced her eyes open, seeing Roy holding the whipped cream again, covering his groin with the sweet foam. 

“Charlie?”

“What is it, Daddy?”

“I’m full. It’s your turn now. You can eat all you want.”

Misfit straightened, cracked her neck, then nestled down to Roy’s lap. Her pigtails fell into the mound of whipped cream that covered his stirring erection.

“Yes, Daddy,” she purred lovingly.

She couldn’t believe how great it was to date an older man.