Marry The Beyond update

Ever since her brother, the big-game hunter who’d become known as the Stalker as he sought out human prey, had lost his final battle with the Batman, his ultimate prize, Amara had looked forward to this. Not just taking on the mantle of Stalker herself, but truly earning it by besting her brother, succeeding where he had failed. And so, knowing the Batman’s secret identity through the defeated Stalker, but only wishing to engage in honorable combat, she had followed Terry McGuiness through his day, waiting for him to don his mask. She didn’t want him, after all. She wanted the Bat.

Only he wasn’t going on his own, opposite hunt this night. No, he was hunting a far different prey.

Amara could feel her perspiration flowing freely now beneath the softly falling folds of her dress, which concealed her loincloth, metal guards, and ceremonial warpaint from view, making her indistinguishable from the average Gothamite. But she could feel her true nature throbbing inside her, all the hotter as she watched Terry corner his prey and move in to sate himself. She pressed her pelvis out against the wall she was hiding behind and began rubbing it against the concrete. The feeling didn’t stop. Terry continued to devour his prey…

***

Ever since his talk with Barbara Gordon, Terry had been reconsidering his relationship with Dana.

He didn’t want to break up with her, of course. He loved her. But she was very prudish. Other guys his age were dating three or four girls, while Dana insisted he only go out with her, and she still didn’t put out. He’d thought that was pretty normal. But hearing about how the old man had had a harem, even if it was in an alternate universe, and seeing how the Deedees went gaga for him… it gave a guy ideas. Maybe it wasn’t a matter of her dictating terms and him just having to follow the rules. Maybe they were just in a stalemate and he could break it. 

He went out on a date with Dana, same as ever, although for once he didn’t have to break it or cut the evening short because of some freak with an exceedingly forgiving parole officer. They went out for dinner, nearly breaking the bank because Bruce only paid him a ‘non-suspicious’ amount, but at least Bruce had let him take the Bentley. It wasn’t much compared to an air-car, but still, there was something to be said for the classics. He even liked the way Dana clung to his arm as he hugged the curves, insisting there had to be an autopilot and asking worriedly if it was true that gasoline exploded.

They made it back to her place unscathed—driving an import was nothing next to tooling around in the Batmobile—and Terry shut the engine off with a bark that mewled down into nothing. He had to admit, he liked how these diesel engines purred. “Well, here we are, safe and sound.” He turned to face Dana, smiling. “Before curfew, even.”

Dana gave a nervous little laugh. His arm slipped casually around her shoulders. She blushed; it felt a lot warmer than it normally did. “It doesn’t seem like it, somehow—I’m sorry, this was one of the nicest dates I can remember.”

“Was it?”

“Yeah—at least we got to finish it!” Then Dana felt bad for trying to break the tension that way. It seemed more like she caused it to thicken. “No, I really did enjoy it, even if I didn’t seem to.”

She turned quiet, embarrassed at her admission. At dinner, Terry had been more assertive than she’d ever seen him, rougher around the edges—and more honest too, in a way. He’d opened up to her how much it bothered him that he couldn’t spend as much time with her as he wanted to, even if looking after Mr. Wayne’s health was a responsibility he took very seriously. She still didn’t like how important some afterschool job had become to him—if Mr. Wayne was so sickly, why couldn’t he hire a full-time nurse? But she did appreciate Terry’s candor, and how forcefully he had expressed himself, even telling her that he loved her. But still, it was all a little too much. She wanted to sleep on it now, and ponder just how much leeway she should give Terry when he clearly wanted more from their relationship.

Realizing how unnerved she was by his recent overtures, Terry made his voice soothing. “I understand. Maybe even better than you think. You’re worried that if I get what I want from you, I’ll turn into Nash, and suddenly I’ll be trading you around with Chelsea and Blade?”

“What?” Dana squeaked. “No! That’s not it at all!”

“Yes, it is,” Terry insisted. “You’ve spent too much time being afraid of that and not enough time thinking of the flipside. You need what a man has to offer. And maybe if you saw all I had to offer, you’d be more willing to offer me something in return.”

His hand slipped down from Dana’s shoulder, landing lightly on a large, jutting breast. Dana’s immediate reaction was to push his hand away—no one had ever touched her so intimately, even if the touch was no more than a brief brush of his fingertips through the stretched fabric of her dress.

Something stopped her from stopping him, though. She hadn’t expected her own giddy pleasure at being touched. God, she was actually clenching… and realizing just how handsome he was. Funny, how she never thought of how great a body he really had until it was practically pressed up against her.

“I… I think I’d better go in now.”

“Funny,” Terry said, “I was just thinking the exact same thing.” His eyes flicked down over her low-cut white dress. The one he liked. It must have been some sign from the universe. She knew he wanted to fuck her, so she wore the dress that made him want to FUCK. And though he sensed her hesitation, something in the slight parting of her full, sensuous lips belied that same hesitation—called out to him. “There’s no need to be in such a hurry, is there? Like I said, it’s not even curfew yet. We have time to do all sorts of things…”

He shifted his body to press his leg against hers. Gwen felt her resolve shaking as his hand began to knead her breast, almost intangibly at first, then with growing confidence.

“That’s it,” Terry said, his breath hot against her bare arm, moving to her neck. “Relax. Let yourself go a little bit. Who knows—you might like it as much as I will.”

“Terry, please…” she said, but she couldn’t get any further. She didn’t know what she was asking for.

Terry did. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue opening her lips and diving between them. Dana’s tongue instinctively clashed with him, the pleasure swelling in her mouth. She could feel her nipples pressing against the smothering confines of her bra, straining for his touch. She moaned. 

When Terry pulled back at last, his voice was husky, chuckling. “You see? You’re relaxing already. Opening right up…”

He was massaging her breast openly now, palming its fullness through the tight restraint of her dress. Despite the need boiling up inside her, Dana tried to restrain herself. “Please, Terry, I d-don’t think we should be doing this out here in the car.”

“Why not?” Terry asked her. “It’s late. This is a nice neighborhood. They roll up the sidewalks at sundown. No one’s going to notice a car with the lights off—people doing things in the dark…”

“Maybe, maybe some other time, when I’m more comfortable with you—“

“You feel very comfortable,” Terry said, moving his free hand down to cover one of hers. “And the only place I’m uncomfortable—is here.”

Before she could object, Terry pulled her hand to his groin. She found herself holding his enormously swollen prick as it strained against the crotch of his pants. Her cunt clenched, just as her fist did, instinctively gripping the first cock she’d ever touched.

“Ahh!” Terry groaned as she squeezed his cock, unable to stop herself. “That’s it. Get a good long feel. That’s what you’ve been doing to me ever since we first started going out. And as long as you’re getting a feel for me, I think I’ll return the favor…”

He grasped the shoulder strap of her dress and pulled it down.

“Terry, don’t!” she muttered, stiffening. She tried to cover herself with one hand, the other still holding onto his throbbing manhood, still squeezing it as if afraid she might not be able to touch it again if she stopped. “Right here in the car like this…”

“Yes,” Terry said, seeming to relish her shock, “right here, right now.”

With one hand pulling her shoulder strap down, the other grabbed her bra and jerked it aside. Her left breast pushed free, its milky fullness peaking in the stiff point of one of the biggest nipples that Terry had ever seen. It jutted out more than an inch in length, fitting her enormous cleavage.

With a groan, he leaned down, capturing the fat nubbin between his lips and sucking its thrumming roughness into full-on engorgement.

Dana moaned softly, taken by complete surprise. The first touch of Terry’s suckling mouth on her breast was enough to dispel any objections she could come up with. In a moment of luxurious relief from the torture of being aroused, she arched her back, pushing her aching breast to his mouth.

“Oh… oh God, that feels wonderful…” she purred as he lapped and sucked at her rigid nipple, apparently not satisfied unless it was bursting with quivering arousal. 

As if a rainstorm had finally begun to fall inside her, Dana felt her panties become drenched. Her hand on Terry’s hidden cock began to stroke lovingly along its hardened length, exploring every cramped inch as it went down, down, down his pantleg.

“Mmmm,” Terry groaned, fastening his mouth on her thrusting nipple and sucking it harder, milking at its hardness with greedy smacks of his lips. At the same time, his hands busily fumbled at the back of her dress and between her slim thighs. His fingers brushed the silky wetness under her dress.

The top of her dress fell limply down her body, while the tightness of her bra went slack with the hook opening. Dana dimly knew she should stop what was happening—if someone looked out a window right now and looked at the car, saw what they were doing…

But Terry’s fingers found the opening of her sex and began to stroke there. Her protests left her in a tiny whimper as she felt her thighs open, like they couldn’t hold in the feelings his fingers were generating in her crotch.

She couldn’t even pretend to resist. The touch of his hand through her panties felt like an electric charge. She could practically hear his smug grin as her legs separated, giving his fingertips full access to her panties. And all while she was happily feeling out his cock, greedily holding onto its stiffness. As if by magic, she felt her fingers cling to his zipper and pull it down his length. Then his cock soared up out of his fly, bare and hard and throbbing for her.

Without hesitation, her hand snatched it up, fingers tightening in a fist around its fat, veiny engorgement, sliding up and down its incredible length. She felt the drilling throb of its hardness, the eagerness to be inside her. Her fingertips glided over the sensitively thrumming cockhead, felt wetness at the slit, and left a burning trail of dampness back down his glans.

Almost before she knew it, Dana was pumping his member like she’d been doing it every day of her life.

“Shit!” Terry hissed. “That’s right, Dana. Oh, yeah, that’s real fucking good! And while we’re at it…”

Dana barely heard him. She only knew that her dress was suddenly bunched around her waist, her panties torn away from her as Terry continued to lap and suck at her breasts, leaving them both slick with his saliva.

“Mmmm, yes!” she purred, arching as the panties slid down her thighs. A second later they glided right off her feet.

“Nnnng…” Terry pulled away from her breasts, leaving them achingly swollen. “That’s it, Dana. Just keep handling my cock like that—and I’ll handle you.”

His hand dipped between her open thighs. A startled gasp of amazement rose from her as his fingers came into contact with her pubic hair. They plowed through the sparse fur, locating the sopping wetness of her sex, and slid across it until they found a way inside her.

“Hh!” Dana sobbed as his finger pushed inside of her, working between her separating labia, reaming out folds that had long gone untouched. She squirmed sensually around his touch, drawing her legs even wider apart for him to touch, for him to feel.

Terry laughed. “No wonder you’re so tense. Maybe this will ease it a bit.”

His finger began to work in and out, her pussy so wet that it squished as he pistoned into her, the sound even louder as her inner folds clutched at his ramming finger.

“Aah!” she groaned, the last of her inhibitions unable to stand up to the pleasure coursing through her. “Oh God, that feels so—keep doing that! Put your finger all the way inside me! Yess, that’s it, ohh! Terry! That’s so nice! Now use your thumb on my clit, hurt it, just a little… uhhmmmm!”

He pushed his finger completely inside her sex as he rolled the pad of his thumb over the hood of her clitoris, flicking its aroused stiffness until a gush of her juices poured over his hand. Dana’d had no idea she was so turned on—that she could get so turned on.

Dana barely thought about the picture they made: parked in front of her parents’ house, her almost totally nude, letting her boyfriend finger her where anyone who walked past could see.

But any reluctance had long since been drowned in her arousal, and she felt wave after wave of fresh horniness gush into his hand as her years of celibacy came to an end. Her cunt was careening against his hand, opening for the finger that plunged in and out of her with no more resistance than Terry had gotten in seducing her.

“Oh, fucking God, that’s it!” she wailed as her clit exploded into tortured joy, stroked by his shockingly skilled hand. “Shove it into me! Faster, Terry, faster! Make me come! Keep going until I come! Ohhhhh, Terry, yes, you’re doing it! I’m—I’m—aaaahhhh!”

Bouncing wildly in the cramped car, she orgasmed in burst after burst of unleashed pleasure, clinging to his prick so hard that his groans of pleasure were mixed with pain. He persisted, though, gripping her rippling body and still pumping furiously into her.

Totally enraptured in the first freedom she’d allowed herself ever, Dana shuddered at climax after climax, an unending chain of his finger entering her only to find her own completion.

***

Nothing was clear to Amara now, she understood not one thing—she could not stop the warmly quivering sensation she felt, but she knew in one flicker of coherent thought that she would do it, she would satisfy herself! Even as they did these vile things to each other, out in the open, only a few feet away from her.

As though in a dream, her own hands began to massage the tensely straining darkness of her cleavage, trapping the warmly trembling nipples beneath her fingers. Kneading them, pulling them until it was like she was trying to rip them loose from their quivering mounds.

Her left hand slid slowly across her perspiring body, down the curves of her feminine body and across the flat plane of her stomach, under her dress to find the strands of her pubic hair. It felt good there. She rubbed her fingers back and forth, up and down the leather material of her loincloth. She could feel her sex moistly throbbing against the tips of her own fingers, and she worked them harder, learning the depths of the personal pleasure she could bring herself with each new flick. The wetness trickled warmly along the insides of her thighs, her swollen pussy flowing freely. She moved her other hand below her silken dress, lifting the hem up, holding it clasped against a nearby wall as she touched herself through her loincloth, her wet cunt now feeling more exposed than ever.

***

Drained and satiated, Dana sank back, gasping and panting in her car seat. But Terry wasn’t finished with her. Taking his dripping finger from her sex, he worked his hand into her long hair, pulling her lower and lower with a gentleness that couldn’t be denied.

“You have been wanting it bad,” he chuckled, as her head lowered to his crotch by some alchemy that was neither entirely him nor entirely her. “Now let’s see just how bad. Just how much you want my cock. You’ve never minded kissing me before—now all you have to do is kiss me right… here…”

At first, Dana didn’t quite understand what was happening—her mind was still foggy with orgasm. Then she felt his fat knob against her lips. It was too late for any of her denial, her repression, her chastity. Her lips parted instinctively, as they’d always wanted to, and they only closed over his thick shaft after his cockhead had slipped deep into her mouth. Even as she became accustomed to the warm heft suddenly filling her mouth, her tongue tentatively flicked over the throbbing cockhead, tasting the droplet of tangy precum that had gathered on his slit.

That little taste was enough. Instantly she was sucking for more, her head bobbing up and down on Terry with rapidly growing familiarity.

“Uhhhhnnn--!” Terry gasped his surprise as she took in his engorged length seemingly without any resistance, her long glossy hair covering his thighs, her tongue darting eagerly over his prick. “Oh yeah, that’s real good. Those sweet lips of yours—move that mouth up and down my cock, yeah, Jesus!”

Dana gagged, but still sucked on his hardened manhood with all the unrestrained need she’d ever felt. Lips encompassing his entire girth and fucking down his shaft, she took in more and more of his swollen meat until her lips were pressed right up against the cold metal of his zipper, her throat stretched around his fat member.

***

The moaning from within the car was nearly incoherent now as Amara’s prey and his mate thrashed wildly together, sharing the heated throes of pleasure. Fucking—the salacious thought tore through Amara’s head. That’s what they were doing. And as they did it, she fingered herself. Her hand was now beneath her loincloth, against her bare sex. She rubbed her hand against her open cunt, knowing that it was wrong, almost beyond being wrong, unnatural.

But she moved her feet further apart and pressed her fingers against herself harder, her middle finger pushing against her moistly open slit, and she could feel her passage expanding in anticipation, then clenching in need. Another obscene thought ripped into her: what if they knew she was there? Knew what she was doing? She felt a dreadful urge to run up to the car, throw the door open, and join in the embrace of their nubile bodies.

The picture of it in her mind seemed to make her cunt gape open, and she had to use another finger just to fill it.

***

Dana had quickly learned how to relax her throat muscles so that his cock could completely enter her without choking. Sucking hard enough to make her cheeks pull inward, she worked her head back and forth, fluttering up and down his length with increasing need, slurping almost as loudly as she was moaning.

“Aaauuh! Fuck, that’s good!” Terry managed, hunching up to ram himself into Dana’s willing lips. “Faster, Dana! Make me come in your mouth! That’s it! Oh, shit, yeah, now you’re doing it! Oh fukk! Fucccck!”

***

Sensing the eruption that was growing, surging through Terry’s shuddering body with every passing moment, Dana sucked more fiercely than ever before. She was intent on fully repaying Terry for how good he’d made her feel. Anything else and she’d be a bad girlfriend.

Not that she was having much problems with ‘bad’ at the moment…

“Yeah, gorgeous, suck!” Terry ordered her, lost in his lust for her, the confines of her sucking mouth… “Oh, you beautiful bitch! That’s it! Yeahhh! Unnnhhhh!”

He wrenched up suddenly, his prick exploding into Dana’s mouth. 

“Mophf!” Dana gagged, suddenly overwhelmed as he spasmed up in a pelvic spearing that drove his prick to its hilt in her throat. The first blast of his cum flooded her gullet to overflowing, quickly followed by a second and a third that leaked out of her outstretched lips and down his clenching balls. Hot spurts of cum flowed down her throat, and she found herself sucking hungrily for more, her hands even caressing his cum-ridden groin, rubbing the excess seed into her face. She wanted to be marked by him. 

***

Amara’s fire burned even more intensely as it quelled in Terry and Dana, demanding more to feed its lewd hunger. She gave her pussy another finger, squirming her buttocks back and forth over her hand as if she were taking the wild plungings of Terry’s warmly throbbing cock. The rocking of the car on its suspension became more violent, and she thrust her fingers all the more desperately into the moistness of her quim in time to the maddening rhythm of the couple inside the vehicle.

She thought that no, this was horrible, she should stop, but a lewd delight coursed through her to overwhelm that floating thought, burning it out of her consciousness. She again, instead thought that the two of them, Batman and bitch, knew what she was doing, wanted her to stroke her quickening fingers even harder into her moistly flowing sex.

If this was what Terry wanted her to see, leading her right to his filthy coupling, then she would indeed watch—but it would change nothing.

That’s what Amara told herself, even as she panted “Yes, oh yes, every bit of it… jam your cock all the way into her. Clear up to her throat!”

***

Dana kept sucking until the last drop of cum had left Terry’s magnificent prick.

At last, satiated and smiling with a sensual boldness that was totally unlike her, she looked up at Terry from down on his lap. “Now I believe you want to spend more time together—if that’s what you think we should’ve been doing…”

Terry laughed, pleased at her sudden change in attitude. She was no Harley Quinn, but it was clear that getting laid—or at least to third base—had cleared her head as much as it had his balls. “Not all the time. But you’ve got to admit, it beats fighting over me not picking you up from your internship.”

“Pick me up from my internship on time and maybe we can do this again.” She gave his cockhead one last, promising kiss, then straightened into her own seat to adjust her clothing. 

“Heh,” Terry laughed quietly. “If I can’t make it now, you’ll know it was an emergency.”

Dana felt impish, free and awash in happiness. She wanted to tell him that the only thing that felt like an emergency at the moment was her cunt—she wanted to know if it could open as wide as her throat had, and take as much cum. But no… there had to be some stopping point. She couldn’t go that far. Could she?

Terry got out of the car, walked around to her side as Dana finished cleaning herself up, and opened the door for her—quite the gentleman when she’d massaged his spunk into her skin. Dana hoped her parents weren’t up. Even if she’d rubbed the stuff in too clearly and finely to be visible, she must’ve smelled like a zoo during mating season. And she kind of liked it…

Terry extended a hand to help her up from her seat. “Speaking of emergencies, I have to see you tomorrow night,” he said slyly, winking at her. “That is, if you haven’t had your fill of me.”

Dana shook her head without thinking, then corrected herself and nodded. “It’s a date. But don’t get the idea I do this sort of thing all the time. Tomorrow night I expect you to be a perfect gentleman.”

Terry smiled at her. “I’ll be so civil, you’ll think I was the police commissioner.”

Dana grinned widely, enjoying the veiled innuendo clearly present in his words. She didn’t know what he meant by it, but she liked it. 

As she walked with him, a bit unsteadily, up to her stoop, Dana felt like they weren’t dating anymore. This was something else, something more serious. Was it love? Or was it just the churning deep in her sex, asking for more?

And why couldn’t it be both?

***

As Terry drove off, Amara followed his car at a flat run. 

She hadn’t been able to complete her self-pleasure.

It irked her, just as it would if she had missed her shot at an elusive prey.