MtK update 4

As Tim walked through the hallway of his—their—new apartment, Prudence turned the corner of the doorway ahead of him and bumped into him. He automatically moved to steady himself by grabbing onto her, and he found himself cupping her ass with both hands. She was in a skirt and blouse, and the skirt was short enough that his hands went right up under it. Her panties were thin, barely there at all, and the muscles of her ass felt firm and responsive as the momentum of their collision bled away. A split-second later, Tim let go of Pru.

But she was staring at him. Ever since they’d all moved in together, they’d been unable to get used to the eroticism of being pressed together in a single space, all of them open and available to one another, sex a near constant whether it was Steph and Cass, Mei and Promise… him and Pru.

Prudence shivered with delight, as aroused as he was, unable to deny it when he’d seen just how sensual she could be. “Your bedroom. Five minutes. If you can stomach Steph’s cooking, you can stomach eating ass.”

Naturally, Tim went to his bedroom, went through the door, and felt two stiffened fingers jabbing his neck in a nerve strike. As he fell over, he was caught and hoisted, almost weightlessly, to the bed, where he was laid down on his back.

The woman who had done it remained on top of him, regarding his paralyzed form and his all-too-mobile facial expressions. Shiva wore dark, tight-fitting clothing, one leg of her pants and the back of her jacket inscribed with ornate depictions of the Hindu destroyer that gave her her name. More innate inscriptions swirled over her armguards, the only thing she held that was near a weapon. Her short haircut was almost chic these days, though Tim was sure all she cared about was keeping it out of her eyes, and as always, the beauty of her soft, curious face and sexuality of her trim, athletic body belied her extreme deadliness.

Now that he thought about it, he could see the family resemblance between Shiva and her daughter Cass. But whereas Cass’s openness and sweetness were come by naturally, the only thing that made Shiva look even slightly alike was the fact that she didn’t consider killing people to be wrong. Cass was truly innocent. Shiva was just a sociopath.

“Little bird,” Shiva said in greeting. “You have found my interest again.”

“I’m starting to get all those mother-in-law jokes,” Tim muttered.

“Please do not speak unless asked a question,” Shiva said. “Your body’s mobility was decided to be unnecessary for this conversation. Your tongue can also be decided against. Why is the girl Prudence still with you? She is formerly of the League of Assassins. You should not be of interest to her. Of the Daughters of Acheron, Miranda has ordered Promise to stay with you as a bodyguard. This is confusing. She was meant to take your seed and discard you, but they are not yet reporting a pregnancy. Nyssa and Talia have also strayed from the path their father decrees. Ra’s al Ghul has asked me to see to this.”

“I didn’t know you were Ra’s lapdog.”

Shiva stared at him balefully, and the muscles of her arms corded with restrained motion, but she did not move. “This needs clarification. I am amenable to the requests of Ra’s al Ghul, as the dictates of his will often bring me into conflict with persons of intrigue to me. He also knows how to show the proper respect to Shiva. This is rare and worth a return of respect. But I do not take orders from him. If it does not please me, I will not destroy the Batman. At the moment, I am more interested in the convolutions of what has happened than in enforcing his will. But it will most likely please me, after I have satisfied myself with your answers, to do as Ra’s al Ghul has requested and—“

Something brushed against Shiva’s leg. She looked down, expression curling, and saw that the crotch of Tim’s pants was strained to the breaking point. She could see a massive bulge pushing it outward—not just at his groin, but moving down the pantleg of his trousers, a long length of tented fabric that jutted impressively up in an unmistakable contour. 

“I did not note that during our training,” Shiva said. “Do you expect me to believe you are endowed thus?”

“Well,” Tim coughed, “right before you got here, Pru and I were a little… yeah. You kinda came at a bad time.”

“I will verify,” Shiva said, and yanked down his pants to find his cock springing up and almost hitting her in the face—an even more monstrous behemoth than it had appeared inside his pants. Shiva stared at it, her usual inscrutable expression now showing obvious interest, even—happiness.

“You are weak,” Shiva said, her voice, at least, as cool as ever. “You cannot be expected to concentrate with your body’s urges so paramount. I will make it easier for you to concentrate on my questions.”

Tim remembered her suggestion on what she’d do if his tongue kept bothering her. “That’s okay, really, it’ll go down in a second, I actually have a really hard time getting it up, this is just a false alarm, I haven’t even popped a Viagra so—oh, oh God!”

***

Cass walked into the kitchen of the shared apartment, her leather costume silently stretching over her body. It adhered like a second skin to her slim body in its precise movements, outlining it as spectacularly as she’d be silhouetted by a setting sun. Minor folds and creases appeared in it as she moved, momentarily breaking the flow of the smooth flesh underneath, but disappeared just as quickly. Adding to the fetishistic appeal was, ironically, the contrast of her horned mask, enhancing her deadest expression to the point of a funerary mask. When she took it off, that delicious contrast was replaced by the contradiction of her girlishly pretty face, with its wholesome expression, on top of her darkly draped and sumptuously exposed body. 

Steph was eating a sandwich at the breakfast nook, but she paused mid-bite as Cass proceeded to the fridge, opened it up, took an apple from the fruit drawer, and bit into it. The young blonde was almost hypnotized as the apple virtually burst against Cass’s lips, its juice glistening on her lips and running down her chin, until wiped away by the back of Cass’s hand. The thought of Cass doing the same as another type of juice rolled down her chin was irresistible. 

Cass’s jaw worked in tiny, sensual motions, her lips curling as she savored the taste, then she swallowed and her throat worked with a minute ripple. She licked her lips with a tiny pink tongue, replacing the dripping juices there with the wet gloss of her saliva, and then took another bite of the apple, her lips parting, her teeth almost gently grinding into the apple’s ripe contour until the skin broke and the flesh of the apple had yielded, an entire bite ripped away and locked inside Cass’s mouth.

“Casbpf,” Steph said, accidentally muffling her words with a full mouth, some of her last bite spilling out onto the kitchen table. She swallowed hurriedly. “Cass, could you go find Tim? I have something I want to… talk about with both of you.”

Cass stared at her, reading her body language—not to mention her face. “Slut,” she said nonjudgmentally.

Steph shivered as the word broke against her. “Just go find him! This is important household business and we should all talk about it. Maybe while Mei watches.”

Cass went to the bedroom first, figuring that if she hadn’t seen Tim since getting back from patrol, that he might be sleeping in. The moment she reached the bedroom door, she heard two voices.

“No! Shiva! Don’t! Stop!”

Shiva? Her mother?

Cass stepped into the bedroom and gaped.

Her mother was wearing only the loftily inscribed jacket of one of her fighting outfits, the front of it wide open, exhibiting all of Shiva’s curves and charms.

Tim laid naked in the bed, his manhood at full erection as Shiva’s tiny hand skimmed up and down it in a blur, her other hand squeezing his massive balls, the look on Shiva’s usually expressionless face now one of relish.

“No!” Tim moaned. “Don’t stop!”

“Then come for me,” Shiva insisted. “Give me all of that hot, steaming cum… so we can get back to business. Hello, Cass.”

“Cass!” Tim said, turning to look at her. “I—uum, uh, er…”

“He’s so hard, Cass,” she heard her mother saying. “Do you take him in your cunt when he’s so big? Would he even fit in your mouth? Or do you just jack him off, as I’m doing?”

Cass closed her gaping mouth. It was crucial to be coolheaded when dealing with her mother. One had to be careful to sift out her true motives. It was possible that this was all some test, or some way for Shiva to get back at her, and in any case, the best thing was to deny her mother the satisfaction of seeing her upset and thus weak.

“I take him… in the ass… mother. I don’t want to get pregnant… have a bastard offspring who… detests me.”

Shiva’s eyes narrowed at the implied slight. Her grip tightened on Tim’s cock. He squirmed as best he was able to his body suspended in paralysis.

“Uh, Cass?” he muttered questioningly.

Cass was taking a page from Steph’s book. If you couldn’t beat them, you could damn sure Mean Girl them. “When was the last time… you had cock… in your ass? Or… anywhere else?”

Shiva now wore a smile of sweet savagery, matched only by her tone. “I have other desires. I indulge them as I wish.”

Tim gasped as her grip tightened further. 

“David Cain… didn’t care about nudity… raising me. I saw… him naked. Has very little… of what Tim has… not even a tenth… as a lover… he must make a good assassin…”

“I don’t need a man to fulfill me when I have desires!” Shiva fumed. “I can fulfill myself and continue on my way!”

“Then you… don’t want to fuck him? You should… go ahead. You need it. He’s… good. One of the best fucks… any of us… has ever had. We fuck each other… just waiting for him. And he’s just… so big…”

Shiva seemed to hesitate, as much as she ever did, at Cass’s invitation to continue—something Cass knew her mother had never counted on happening.

It was an invitation Shiva was almost honor bound to accept.

While they talked, Tim’s cock had lost some of its tumescence. Shiva was quick to restore its hardness.

“My daughter has not yet ripened into the fullness of her beauty,” she said. “Allow me to show you what you have to look forward to.”

Tim was all eyes.

Shiva then proceeded to strip for him—an accomplishment in itself, as she was wearing an open jacket to begin with. Nonetheless, Shiva moved around the bedroom with grace and ease, showing a youthful suppleness to her body that rivaled Cass’s own, exhibiting the ripe abundance of her flesh with an artfulness that put Steph’s clumsily endearing stripteases to shame.

By the time she finally removed her jacket, Tim’s breath was coming fast and hard. His cock was throbbing strong through every erect inch.

Shiva made one more violent move, ending with a deep curtsy to Tim that left her on one knee before the foot of the bed. Her face was just about level with his prick.

“My daughter has also not yet learned what to do with her body to please a man,” she husked, sliding her hands up Tim’s long, strong legs. Grasping them below the knee, she started pulling Tim off the bed and towards her. “She does not know yet all she can do for a young, virile cock.”

Shiva pulled Tim fully off the bed as she stood, catching him around the midriff on her way up and effortlessly hoisting him. She fairly flung him at Cass, who caught him, holding up his body with his ass flush against her groin. It was a position Steph relished more than her, as Steph could only imagine that Cass was wearing a strap-on as they sandwiched Tim between them.

“Thank you for your assistance,” Shiva said with her ghoulishly polite smile. “Keep him standing up.”

“I will… if you can’t…” Cass replied.

Shiva got down on her knees. “Only to teach you, daughter, would I bow to any man.” She ran her hands up Tim’s hard-muscled thighs, reaching his hips. Her hands flattened, fingers splaying, as they slid over his belly. “But you must learn.”

Cass found herself growing aroused as she watched. She couldn’t say exactly why. Perhaps, in the mirror of Shiva’s face, almost as youthful as her own in defiance of age, she was imagining herself down there with Tim’s manhood. Perhaps, with her chin on Tim’s shoulder, looking down at Shiva, it was as if Tim’s cock were her own and Shiva was about to go down on it as Steph had gone down on Cass’s strap-ons more than once.

Enjoying the sight, Cass did not look away as her mother leaned forward, lips puckered, breath blowing lightly across Tim’s thick, purplish cockhead. Her fingertips played through his thick pubic hair, knuckles brushing against the base of his cock with Tim giving perceptible shudders. His manhood was jerking ominously, like an animal ready to strike.

Shiva circled a long fingernail about the base of his shaft, then trailed its tip gently along his underside.

Cass tore her eyes away from the riveting sight to look over at Tim’s face. He looked like he was about to have a seizure. Cass pitied him. She envied him as well.

As suddenly as a cat seizing a mouse, Shiva gripped Tim’s manhood halfway along the thick shaft. She leaned forward, licking her lips to wet them, and placed a surprisingly soft kiss on his cockhead.

Tim groaned out loud, just able to clench his fingers into hard-knuckled fists.

And she hadn’t even really started. Cass knew that she was in the presence of a master, that Shiva had learned to arouse the male animal as completely as she’d learned to destroy him. She almost wished she was recording it; she wanted to arouse Tim just as much as her mother was doing.

Shiva had opened her mouth. Her tongue lashed out slowly, the tip curving upward into contact with the underside of Tim’s bellend, barely moving in the tiniest of circles. Tim groaned again; Cass couldn’t blame him. With his head lolling downward, everything Shiva did was completely visible to him. He was watching his own seduction and unable to look away.

Watching alongside him—literally—Cass was surprised by her mother’s tongue. She couldn’t believe its length as it stretched out from between Shiva’s lips, or its agility as it circled Tim’s knob. She wondered if Shiva did exercises to limber up her tongue and started reminding herself to ask Shiva about it, if they were both alive and on speaking terms after this was over.

Shiva was bending forward like a tree in the wind, as if reeling in her tongue, keeping herself crouched low as she did it so that she had to tilt her head back to fit her lips to Tim’s manhood—giving him a complete view of her mouth fastening to the tip of his cock. Her lips spread slowly over the plum of his glans, speckled with precum, Shiva’s lips wetly smearing it as they fastened about his collar. With a sudden bob forward, Shiva had him in down to her throat.

Tim’s jaw sagged open, his eyes squeezing shut and his neck tightening with tension. Cass could feel his whole body go rigid in her arms, and watched an gorging vein on his shaft pulsate as it was fed into Shiva’s mouth along with the rest of his manhood.

Shiva slicked forward along his member, only to volley backward, then forward again, varying the speed and scope of her movements. She would repeatedly swallow his prick down her throat, only to pull away till only her lips and his cockhead were in contact. Her hands moved continuously, even as her mouth slowed and withdrew. She caressed his sides, his stomach, his ass, his thighs. 

Soon, Tim’s hips were jerking back and forth in a dance with Shiva’s movements, his heavily laden balls swinging underneath his manhood to weightily crash against Shiva’s chin and his own thighs. The nerve strike had to be wearing off, but Shiva was not done with him. Not yet.

Now Cass’s mother was sliding her hands over the backs of his thighs, deliving between his legs from behind to handle his testicles. She drew her fingernails over them, let them bounce off her palms, and occasionally even cupped them in her warm hands. When she did, Tim’s pelvis shot forward like it had been hit by a cannon.

But then Shiva stopped. Cass could feel Tim shudder in needing agony in her arms. Before he could clear his mind of the need that consumed it, Shiva had crawled forward to actually be between his legs. She leaned back until her weight was supported on her arms, then raised her head to take one of his balls into her gaping mouth.

Tim couldn’t even groan; he gurgled. His left testicle was being sucked on, kissed, struck with Shiva’s tongue almost simultaneously. His cock was swelling even more than it had before, turning a deep purple as it prepared to explode.

Cass’s mother shifted to the other testicle, superheating the cum within the same way she had before. “Cass, please!” Tim moaned pitifully, and Cass didn’t have to read his body to know what he wanted. It was apparent from just one part of his anatomy.

She gripped his cock, her fingers barely clenching around the oversized contours, and moved her fist up and down its length as Shiva took both his balls inside her mouth. Cass’s hand moved faster and faster. Tim jerked his hips rapidly, restrained only by Cass’s hold on him and Shiva’s mouth around his scrotum. His muscles rippled and clenched against Cass’s body, making her wonder how they’d feel if he were even closer, if he were fucking her as hard as Shiva was making him fuck her hand. Then he came.

The first bullet of his creamy seed shot across the room and splattered against the wall. Cass had never seen him shoot so hard, not even when all five of them were working on him. The second shot went beyond that, staining the wall higher up than the first. The third only went halfway across the room, puddling on the floor, and the rest came out in a single lone rope that left a white trail all the way from Shiva’s protruding buttocks to her hair.

Cass began to lower him to the floor, but Shiva sank with him, still refusing to give him up. Only at the last minute, just before he would’ve come down on top of her, did Shiva slip out of the way.

Cass let go of him and he knelt slumped over, gasping for breath, his hands clutched protectively over his groin. Shiva got up, swallowing audibly, and went to sit down on the edge of the bed, smug and superior and proud of the cum that matted her hair.

“I don’t think there is anything left,” Shiva said, running a hand through her hair, cooing as she massaged his seed into her scalp like shampoo. “He is mine. All of him.” She brought her hands down to her face and licked her palm.

Cass looked at Tim. He had moved to collapse onto his back, his hands still between his legs, one knee up with the thigh between himself and Shiva—an almost protective gesture on a subconscious level, as if he feared more of her overwhelming pleasure. 

Cass knelt beside him, took his hands in hers, brought them up and kissed his knuckles gently. With a deft move of her leg, she forced him to drop his knee down so he was lying flat. And Shiva saw that his cock stood out from his body at an angle almost completely perpendicular to the floor, such a deep red that it bordered on brown—like a fresh sausage ready to be eaten.

Cass turned to smile gloatingly at Shiva, who merely made a little pro forma bow to her before she sat back to watch.

But Cass saw how stiff her mother’s nipples were, and the way she shifted with unnecessary motion on the bed. As if she had an inch somewhere and she wanted to scratch it surreptitiously.

“Where are Pru and Promise?” Tim asked Cass in a whisper, drawing her attention.

“…probably nerve-struck them,” Cass said easily. She kicked off her boots and unhitched her belt, then started working her pants down off her legs. “Relax… it’s my turn…”

Tim’s eyes were inevitably drawn to Cass’s nearly hairless sex as her bottoms left her hips. She wore no underwear and the thought that all this time, the exterior of the leather he’d been seeing cover her body had been right up against her pussy… it was very interesting.

But… “Cass, your mom is watching,” Tim whispered.

“You’re the one… who’s hard,” Cass pointed out.

She straddled him, bottomless now, her wet pussy gaping open above his cockhead. She reached down and gripped him halfway down his shaft, keeping the aim of his manhood true as she slowly lowered herself on it.

As always, her labia resisted the penetration of so much maleness into her. Cass had to drop her other hand between her legs, spreading the delicate flower of her sex with her fingers. She dropped a little lower, letting out a sharp intake of breath as Tim was suddenly wedged inside her.

“God! I love you!” Tim blurted out.

“Love… cock…” Cass replied, her eyes nearly rolled back in her head as she took his manhood into her long-suffering cunt. This was what she’d been craving since the last time Tim’s cock had found her warm and wet and receptive, and now that she had it once more, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was worth waiting for.

She felt every potent inch of his prick sliding into her, hard as iron, hard as steel, and warm, and long, and firm, and so much of it. She lowered herself even more, now impaled on him—he seemed to be inextricably centered inside her, a constant and eternal intrusion into her most secret place, and she loved it, she loved it so much that she let him go all the way up into her contracting belly before her tightly curving ass finally settled onto the tops of his thighs.

For a moment, they were simply like that, locked together. Cass was abruptly conscious of Shiva’s eyes on her. How do you like it, Mother? Even at your wettest, do you think you could take him this deep?

It occurred to Cass that, ironically enough, watching her mother perform with Tim had turned her on enough to take him like this. And somehow, that aroused her even more. She had to fuck and Shiva had to see.

Cass raised herself slowly up off Tim’s cock, gingerly abandoning it as flares of pleasure shot through her contracting pussy, until finally only his very tip was still trapped inside her. She hesitated, hovering above him like she was somehow balanced atop his engorged cockhead. Then she plummeted down his shaft, gasping as she took him inside herself once more.

Tim grunted, his face a rictus of ecstasy as Case ground her sparse pubic hair against his own, bearing down with all of her weight upon his loins. Then, as the slight pain of stretching to take him faded, she lifted herself up again, working her hips so his broad, firm cock would rub against her clitoris, intensifying her pleasure almost to the point of pain. And she came back down again, gasping in a mix of both as he pushed through the tender depths of her cunt and opened her a little, as only he could.

Up and down she went, each stroke becoming more urgent as she felt the orgasm moving along her nubile hips, drawing closer through the rhythm of her movements and the friction they produced. Cass was pumping her soft cunt on Tim’s prick like she had to have him as deep inside her as he could get, but it was too painful to keep him there. 

At the top of one stroke, she suddenly stopped, all breath leaving her in a keening wail. The flash of sudden, sharp intensity that had filled her consciousness was simply too much for even her. It manifested in liquid rivulets, running down the ramrod of Tim’s manhood. He gasped and jerked beneath her, barely able to take her clenching orgasm even just on the tip of his prick.

Then Cass began to move, her long legs and arms working with graceful ease, never relinquishing her position on Tim’s dick as she rotated around it to face away from him.

Now she put her hands on his knees, keeping her balance as her hips picked up the rhythm that had just pleasured her so utterly. His cock ran into her at a different angle, stretching out new areas of her pussy, drawing against her clit with a different friction—one that was just as intense, if more diffuse.

Tim watched Cass’s cute little ass rising and falling on his hips. He could see his member disappearing into her with each drop, only to reappear with a fresh layer of her glistening dampness as she backed away from her penetration. His eyes fastened on how her buttocks clenched and rippled, the well-trained muscles moving eloquently under the scarred skin. Cass’s legs were gradually spreading, letting her come down with increasing strength in every stroke. 

Her lips parted in eager panting, Cass raised her head to look upon her mother. She saw Shiva staring, wide-eyed, with one hand between her legs, replicating the action of Tim’s dick inside her daughter. Even as Cass watched, her mother thrust another finger into her cunt, and another, seeking to take as much as Cass was effortlessly accepting.

Turning away from the fruitless endeavor, Cass focused her attention on Tim as his cock jerked and spasmed deep inside her, swelling larger than ever. It felt as if his cockhead was going to go all the way through her; she could feel the hot-blooded throb through every inch of his stiffened length and it felt like its pulsations went even into her womb.

The pleasures grew, as did the tension, and Cass could hear Shiva’s pussy drip as she gave it four fingers—slim, feminine fingers that could never be like Tim’s hulking erection. Cass met Shiva’s eyes and her hips went wild. She powered up and down Tim’s prick, faster than ever, harder than ever, racing to give herself another, even bigger climax before Tim exploded.

She slammed her ass down onto him with frantic need, almost worrying about hurting him if it weren’t for the seeming invincibility of such a large, hardened erection. All along the length of his raging hard-on, the muscles inside her clenched and clutched to demand his load, even more cum than he’d given her mother, enough to fill her and overflow for Shiva to see.

Tim’s breath hitched, his body arched, he jabbed his cock still deeper into Cass. His balls flexed like a clenched fist and his prick rocked with their force and then he gave both mother and daughter ample proof of his virility. 

Can you see it in my body language, mother—how hard he’s making me come? Cass felt him gush inside her, splattering hard against her tender walls, so far along her depths that even his cum hurt a little, brushing against her cervix. Her hands tightened on his knees until her knuckles turned white with the pressure, while her ass clenched powerfully and her cunt tightened like it was trying to keep Tim’s dick inside it forever.

Every muscle Cass had tensed. Her whole world was sucking in a single, overlarge breath, her chest heaving outward with brown nipples fit to burst, until her so-big lungs emptied in an explosive cry. Her hips spasmed and shuddered on Tim like they didn’t know what to do; his cock was still drenching her cunt and there was so much of it, so much of him, all inside her.

As the orgasm blasted through her—his, her own, it didn’t seem to matter anymore—Cass was aware of her inner thighs, overly sensitive in their tightly strung firmness, and the moisture ticklishly pouring down them—her own ejaculation, his overflowing seed. Her strength knotted and twisted and turned within her until it was gone, and as Tim’s cock ever so slightly diminished, she collapsed forward. His cock mercifully slipped out of her, and Cass gasped—it even felt good on her swollen pussy as it came away.

Tim was just lying there now, gasping but strangely peaceful, completely drained of his stamina and his seed.

And Shiva was pumping and plunging her whole fist into her cunt with a force that seemed maniacal. Cass watched, no longer sure if it was real or if she’d slipped into a dream—her eyes were heavily lidded and refused to focus. How could her mother do that without hurting herself? Or was she hurting herself, and it just felt too good for her to care? Judging by the ecstatic look on Shiva’s now-slack features, there was either no pain or so much pleasure that there might as well be. Even as Cass watched, Shiva fell back onto the bed as she joined her daughter in the ultimate satisfaction.

As if the sight had freed her, Cass went loose all over, and slumped down against Tim’s prone body. Then she remembered she’d been doing reverse cowgirl, and she came down between his ankles. She tried to take deep breaths as she felt Tim’s seed trickling out of her. Her ass was face-up between his thighs, and as she tried to catch her breath, she felt the full heft of Tim’s manhood lapse down between her buttocks. It still felt firm, and the dregs of his hot cum were leaking onto the small of her back. Cass moaned bitterly as it flowed against the hem of her top. Now he might as well wipe his dick on her cape.

“That was… an interesting contrast… my students,” Shiva said, her halting, out-of-breath words recalling her daughter’s speech pattern. “Little bird… you have seen a side of me… that is rarely seen by any. I must kill you now.”

“Yeah,” Tim said, eyes closed, expression totally relaxed. “Good one, Shiva. You really got me.”

“She isn’t kidding,” Cass said.

And they laid there, all three of them trembling in the afterglow.