Marry The Knight update

Dick walked through the hallways of the Clocktower. He could think only of Barbara Gordon. Not just the Oracle or Batgirl or even Babs. She was love Goddess Barbara, princess of the heavenly body, woman among all the women of the world, and he was going to do something about it. 

Barbara had joked once that she slept in her perfume. Maybe nothing else? Dick shivered at the potentials. Steal into his darkened room, creep to the side of his bunk and then... geez... then, he'd do something to let her know how he felt.

The tremor pinpricked to every nerve. What if she should wake, this Goddess? She embodied everything sexual, but if she opened her eyes and saw, everything would come to a smashing, screaming finish. He had to be out of his skull, even to think of madness like this. But after working his way through Donna, and Kory, and Komand’r, he still needed more. He needed Barbara.

When Dick eased the bedroom door open, its soft whisper on the rug sent a chill racing. He had forgotten the giveaway sound of the deep pile carpet. Across where she slept, the filtering moonlight sent an eerie pattern of light and shadow from the city outside.

He waited, holding his breath. No sign of stirring to the shapely form lying under only the thin cover of a sheet.

Moving more confidently, he neared the edge of the bed, clutching his terrycloth robe tightly at the middle. He stared at the outline of her body clear against the cotton percale, then his glance darted nervously to her lovely face, visible now as his eyes grew accustomed to the light from the window. No flicker of a lash or movement of a muscle to hint she had wakened.

But she had.

It was the soft noise of the door swishing on the carpeting that brought Barbara fully awake from what was yet only half-sleep. She’d been missing Dick, and the thought of him had needled her from the moment she first laid down. From under lowered lids she watched quietly as a white robed figure advanced across the room.

Beautiful Dick of the Adonis-like body. What a totally insane thing for him to do—to sneak into her room as if to just climb into bed with her like nothing had happened, risking her certain fury. She knew there was only one emotion powerful enough to override his judgment that much.

As Barbara watched unseen, he reached her side, paused, and she could feel his intense gaze. The sound of his breathing was even and slow as he bent to study her form nearly totally concealed by the sheet. He didn't have the air of a panicky voyeuring adolescent.

He kissed her forehead lightly, then quickly straightened. He remained motionless for long minutes, his knees touching the edge of the bed. No way she could steal a glance below his waist without a giveaway movement of her eyelashes, but she could feel a strange warmth and caught a sexy fragrance.

His next move was daring and dramatic. As if some demon had taken him, Dick stiffened, stretched his arms high and wide above his body, letting the terrycloth robe spill open, then tumble from his shoulders. In one fractured second he gave confirmation of all Barbara's memories about his naked body. Able to look as Dick backed a step from the bed, she drank in the taut muscles, the powerful chest, the rippling strength to his midriff, and there—that bold overdevelopment of bristling erection, dark capped and threatening.

Incongruous in its size against the boyish litheness of his body. So young, but so long! So young, but so thick! So young, but so hard and eager that the horny shaft leaped dramatically beyond a right angle from his body, its mushroom-shaped glans appearing top-heavy in the glow of the moon.

A smothered sound of agony slipped from his lips and even as she heard it, Barbara saw his hand circle the stem. He moved knees tight to the side of the bed and his pelvis thrust forward so that his prick actually jutted across her face, not more than a foot above her eyes. Fantastic wealth in those loaded testicles! Incredible power in that shaft!

Certain he was going to masturbate and leave, Barbara watched from under long lashes. His stroking started... intensified... then stopped!

There, starkly white and massive in the moonlight, ramrodded the bared cock, gripped by a young man trying to fight the impulses sweeping him. Now he stood there, brandishing his manhood indecisively, almost unable to contain the wanton cries trying to break from his lips.

It was time to tilt the action.

Dick gaped at Barbara's slight movement under the sheet. She seemed to be shifting her leg. Heart-stopping fear swept, nearly driving him to terrified retreat from his crazy caper. Then the even movement under the sheet near her chest slowed his terror. She was breathing evenly again, unaware of his presence, lost in slumber, he reassured himself. Breathless from his buildup to near orgasm, but gutless to go on masturbating for the moment, his curiosity grabbed.

Did she wear pajamas or nightie? Her shoulder showed bare. She could be naked underneath the sheet!

And that kooky turn of her leg. Looked like she had bent her calf up under her thigh as she slept. Looked like the thighs were slightly separated!

He reached very gently to the sheet, not daring to breathe, and tugged the edge carefully away from her chin. Slowly exposing her nudity, his chest thundering to his boldness, Dick slid the white sheet downward.

The tease of the cotton percale moving against her breasts sent the nipples to rock-hard points and sensual electricity rifled to every erogenous tip of Barbara's body. He saw one arm move, then the other, but now he was unafraid. She had to be in a deep sleep and he was lost in total worship of the phenomenal body he was exposing.

The luscious breasts leaped from their hiding place under the sheet and that startled him, for breasts, he thought, always lay in repose when a woman lay relaxed. But like every other stunning thing about Barbara, her beautiful boobs jutted full and firm and hard-tipped. God, to kiss those sweet dark aureoles... to suck and lick there... and there... and down there!

His hand drew the sheet rapidly now, down over the indentation of her navel, across the flat smoothness of her tummy to the rise of her pubes. The provocative lift of her mons stopped the sheet's movement and he straightened, gawking at the partially uncovered vee.

A fringe of red pubic down showed. Clearly and undeniably he could see the rise and fall of the hillock there. A pulsing urgency made the edge of the sheet ripple and impetuously he dragged the cover down the full length of her. Perfectly tapered legs! All that wonderful female now exposed. Her center was shadowed by the half-light and the torture of seeing her thighs parted, one leg turned under at the knee, was almost too much.

He dropped to a knee and leaned brazenly across her thigh and stared, his eyes trying to penetrate the dark valley of her crotch. Frustration! All it gave him was a hint of lightly fragrant perfume. Strange, he was almost sure he caught the suggestion of a sexy smell mingled with the cologne, or whatever it was, but no way could there be that. Dick knew. This Goddess must be without sex in her life. It was the price of glory.

A sweeping headiness took him for an instant and he fought the frenzy to burrow into that shadowed cleft and kiss and love the need that must be there. Then... all unexpected, totally terrifying, he felt the brush of her fingers across his hair as her arm drifted down across her tummy plateau. Her hand lay cupped across the curve of her pubic mound!

Stunned and enchanted in the same frightening second, knowing it was an unconscious act in her sleep, he didn't dare move. The back of her hand actually touched the side of his head and any movement could wake her. He was trapped within inches of her most personal self.

"Mmmmhhh..."

A low, inarticulate moan slipped from her lips and he saw the movement of her fingers as her hand slipped further over the curve of her pubes. The fingers must be penetrating her slit, even as he watched. Damn the darkness! A once-in-a-lifetime chance to see what a girl did in her sleep when she didn't even know it... like a guy with his wet dreams, maybe... and he couldn't see! He stared feverishly at the red triangle and felt the mattress under his elbows quiver in a kind of electric pulsing.

Now Barbara's lower arm was moving in a kind of urgency and he could see the hand bent more dramatically against the vulva. She was playing with her sex as she slept!

Fantastic first for any man, Dick was sure, to be stealing a peek at the Goddess' most intimate behavior.

His cock was rock-rigid as he dropped by the bedside and began to masturbate in quick, urgent strokes, letting the want mount in himself and seeing it even more pronounced in the curvaceous nudity, writhing and straining now against the mattress as she strummed herself.

"Uh... uh... uhhhh!" Little cries burst half-muffled from her lips and as he gawked at her passion, Dick was driven to his feet, pumping in frantic need to match her climax with his own. And with lightning swiftness, her hand shot to his cock. Fierce fingers circled the steely shaft, clutching possessively... taking over the stroke... dragging demandingly even as her other hand continued to grind at her own sex.

The heady, runaway thrill of imminent orgasm stormed Dick. A gagging cry of disbelief broke from his lips as her pretty little fist beat the prick in violent up-and-down madness. Her shapeliness was on full nude display, every curve straining, breasts jutting explosively to the emotion, tearing her from her own self-play. She writhed against the happiness her fingers were giving her pussy and as she wriggled against the sheets, her head turned and the light of the moon was full on her face.

Her eyes were shut. She was still asleep! Dick, sure till that instant that she had awakened, gawked at the closed eyelids and the curve of dark lashes that announced the miracle. She was playing with herself and playing with him while she slept! Goddess of love so highly sexed that she could go nutty with herself and with a man's erection and never know it was happening.

A certainty took Dick. Barbara was reacting to girl instincts. Anyone that stacked was built for cock around the clock. It came naturally. And she must starve for it with her damned career. But it still bugged her, psyched her for sex maybe, especially when she slept.

"Oh... guh... God!" His cry rasped low in his throat. Her fist, clenched around his prick, pistoned furiously now, keeping time to the frenzy of the fingers she had driven into her cunt. He tried to angle himself away as he felt his climax soaring, but she gripped him even more fiercely.

The spray of his semen was a splattershot shower, leaping from the tortured glans tip and squirting into her face and across her spasm-whipped body. It was unbelievable ecstasy to Dick to gape openly at a girl he believed totally unconscious to her actions and to let his sperm shoot freely at the lovely inviting flesh. The come hit Barbara on her vee, sparkling into the dark pubic triangle. It splashed across the contours of her brazen breasts and a few drops went directly into her parted lips. Some of his semen had gotten into that pretty mouth!

Even as her hand drifted from his outrageous prick to fall limply to her side, Dick was swept by the magic of what had happened. She had masturbated both of them! Never known it! Never knew even now as the milk-white residue of his discharge puddled at the low points of her gorgeous hills and vales. He saw it glisten at her navel and in the cleft of her boobs... even one droplet sparkled in the corner of a closed eyelid.

Staring down at his unrelenting erection, stiffened again almost immediately after a momentary sag when his climax ended, he was driven by a new thought. She was deep in sleep, but still so psyched that her body quivered in light, involuntary spasms. It was time for more.

And something much more daring dogged his possessed thoughts. Why not give her the ultimate in wet dreams? Fuck that torrid, desire-ridden body of hers right as she slept!

The impulse swept and commandeered Dick, driving him over the edge of the bed and into the valley of her legs before common sense could stop him. Suddenly he was there, on his knees between her parted thighs, one palm resting his weight as the other hand steered his formidable cock into the shadow at the meeting place of her legs.

Barbara felt the delicious pressure of the determined prick nudging her labia and already spreading the tissue open in bold intrusion into her sex. With a barely perceptible thrust of her pelvis she urged upward at the hungered-for spike and drove herself onto its darkly swollen tip just as Dick's courage began to fail.

He was mounted before he knew it. Inside the most gorgeous girl in the world. Fucking into her tight snatch. Feeling the grabbing muscles clutch at his cock as he ground himself deeper and deeper into—BARBARA!

Every raw nerve in his body was part of their copulation. He stared into the beauty of her face, clearly visible as she twisted under his thrusts.

Still her eyelids never fluttered to give a hint that she was awake. That she was going wild inside to his plunging prick was plain from the ecstasy in her expression. Even asleep, her eyebrows arched and her nostrils dilated and cute crinkles marked a furrow in her brow as climax neared.

Her lips were the giveaway her orgasm was near. Their dark satin richness was a pretty pucker at first as she tried to contain the emotion she felt far down. Then all at once the lips parted prettily... a little... then a little more, till they were almost wide enough to take a cockhead, thought Dick, feeling a weird momentary detachment as he watched the phenomenon of a girl about to come.

Her head strained back, forcing deeply into the pillow. One lock of her hair tumbled over an eye and the rest was in sexy disarray across the pillow behind her. Parted lips were letting little cries of desperation through and the sound grabbed and tore what self-control Dick had managed for the first moments of their coital binding.

"Ooohhh... yess!" moaned Barbara in a husky whisper that pierced to the marrow of his tortured emotions. "Oh, do me... do me! It's... beautiffuuhhlh... oh, fuck, fuck!"

Her lower body was a sizzling, writhing assault on Dick's phallus... siphoning... clutching... dragging... taking full command of an instrument of love that no longer was his own possession.

"Wuh... wait!" The useless plea spilled from a paralyzed sex slave to the Goddess. His head was spinning happily and a blinding euphoria took command of all his senses, whirlpooling his thoughts to oblivion. Abruptly, just as the orgasm ripped him, everything around him went rainbow colors—then black and formless. He was in another world... another sphere... something had him out of his own control.

"Ahhh... yeah... yeah!" His body was humping in frenzied reflex when the faint took him and as she felt his body start to fold, Barbara ground herself against his ejaculating cock, giving vent to the convulsions of her own coming.

"Dick?" she whispered to the figure lying inert across her front. "Dick... do you hear?"

No answer.

Only the deep-throated rasp of a male reflexing for air and finding it in some far-off orbit.

Carefully she extricated herself from under the body enveloping hers, catching her breath at the unrelenting determination of the glistening cock that snaked from her pussy. A moment later she had him lying on his back at her side and she crouched across his hip, staring in admiration at the banana-shaped curl of the bent phallus.

Even with its hardness diminished, the boy's cock was a heroic weapon. Barbara fingered it thoughtfully, watching his face for any hint of his return to consciousness from the faint. No way. His expression, as taut and expectant as it had been when the orgasm seized him, was unchanged.

She bent to the swollen darkness of the glans and began to lick. Slowly, deliberately, savoring the tarty sweet mingling of her flow with his semen residue, she tongued Dick's puffy but flaccid flesh. Then she felt the quiver. A slight tremor at first; suddenly, a ramrodding leap of stiffening shaft that brought an involuntary gasp to her lips. There in the moonlight, all unknown to its owner, quivering and fully hardened, was a superior work of overdeveloped art.

Barbara was almost casual in her fellatio. It was as though she knew the time schedule of his return to consciousness. Kissing the wide crown of the prick, licking under its protruding ledge, then guiding the cap to her nipple to wipe off a drop that oozed into view from the eyelet, she played.

Mouth open, she dawdled the dark tip inside her mouth, seeming to be undecided as she felt its electricity against her lips. Impulsively changing her mind, she swung astride the hips of her unaware lover and lowered herself onto his spearing cock, letting the cramming thrill of it fill her frame.

As the ballooning ripeness rammed to what felt deliciously more than her sex could ever take, Barbara was whipped with the uncontrollable urge to impale herself totally on the maddening organ. She drove downward, feeling climax storm as she did. For wild orgasm-ridden seconds she swayed in a paroxysm of emotion, neither conscious nor unconscious. Any voyeur would know she was in heaven.

Her lush, straining torso arched in a deep crescent as the semen charged from her unaware lover. It seemed to blast to the very tip of her head, trying to spurt from her breasts as it shot, dizzying her beyond all sanity as it reached her brain.

Then the frenzy passed and as she slid from the statue-like stillness beneath her, the erection began to topple. By the time she was quiet at his side, drawing deeply for air and settling to the same position as when he passed out, his penis was a limp coil at his crotch.

Moments passed before the silence in the room was broken by Dick's groan. He stirred, propped to an elbow and looked in dazed confusion at the female beside him. Comprehension came suddenly and he slid quickly from the side of the bed, feeling shock vibrations ripple his spine as the awareness of what he'd done and where he was came home.

Stumbling away from the bed, trembling uncontrollably, he grabbed for the tumble of his terrycloth robe.

A second later Barbara heard the door swish softly over the carpet, followed by a light click as he shut it behind himself. "Thank you," she whispered.

She almost would’ve gone to sleep, leaving it as a magical act in the half-life of the moon and the dark, but her desires needled her even harder now that they’d been partially sated. The door had barely even shut behind him before she got up and followed him out.

***

Dick stared at Dinah. She was asleep, but even in repose her lovely face was lustful. She had high cheekbones and a wide, sensual slash of a mouth. Her eyes were closed. When they opened, they would be misty blue.

Dick gently drew the covers down and leaned up on one elbow, admiring her body.

She was dark and sultry and shapely. Her tits thrust up in perfect spheres, capped by the stiff, rosy peaks of her perky nipples. Dick's mouth watered at the sight. His gaze slid down her slender stomach and gently rounded belly. Her vee was a tangled thicket of raven-dark hair spreading out wide from her groin. He knew she dyed her blonde hair, but the difference between that on her head and that between her legs struck him as intensely, incongruously erotic.

Her legs were long and lovely. She had stripped naked before bed, like Barbara, and he knew that wasn’t a coincidence, but she hadn’t taken off any of the fishnet stockings that made her an object of fantasy for virtually anyone who looked at her. They were closed, at the moment, but Dick knew that the cunt between them was a hot, juicy fuck well suiting the thighs it sat between.

He wondered how much cum he had pumped into her pussy since she, Barbara, and him had become a menage a trois.

He also wondered if anyone else had.

Dinah had been promiscuous when they met and Dick had never been too sure or confident of her fidelity. But the idea of his wife screwing others didn't really trouble him, not since he’d been with Kory. The slight twinge of jealousy he felt only made him hornier.

He looked at her for a while, his stiff cock throbbing in response. As she breathed with regularity, her delectable tits gently rose and fell.

Dick leaned down and kissed a taut nipple, then kissed the other. He licked them very softly, then sucked one into his lips and nursed on it.

The sensitive bud swelled and pulsed.

Dinah smiled slightly in her slumber.

Dick's head moved from mound to mound as he mouthed both nipples in turn.

"Ummmm," she whimpered.

He looked up at her face and saw that her eyes were still closed, although the lids had begun to flutter. He wondered if she were dreaming.

He worked on her tits for some time, moving between them. He licked the globes and ran his tongue up through her deep, smooth cleavage. Then he suckled on the tips again, very gently, not awakening her.

Her legs shifted, parting.

Dick's prick was pounding like a jackhammer, sending him urgent messages, demanding to be sunk into her. But he was in no hurry. The crazy interlude with Barbara had taken a lot out of his driving lust, and he thought that his ‘poison ivy’ condition was almost done. Now he just wanted to include Dinah and Helena before it was over. 

At that moment, Barbara was kneeling in the hallway, her eye pressed to the keyhole. The vixen often peeked into others’ bedroom—since she owned the building, and they were married to her through Dick, she figured it was only fair. They all knew Oracle was always watching. Always watching, and sometimes she struck gold.

She wasn't dressed yet this morning and was wearing only a flimsy nightgown. Her nipples were poking out in stiff peaks against the silky black material as she became aroused by what she was looking at.

She slid one hand up under the hem and stroked her sleek inner thigh. Then she cupped her hand over her smoldering cunt, rubbing herself sensually.

But she wasn't trying to cream just yet.

The girl wanted to save her own cum until she had watched Dick fuck her wife.

Her pussy was bubbling over, a pool of juice forming in her palm. Her clit was tingling frantically. But she resisted the impulse to frig herself off and waited, watching through the keyhole in fascination.

Dinah was beginning to stir restlessly, as her husband fondled her tenderly.

Dick, his head cradled to her tits, slid a hand down her slim belly. The heel of his hand rested on her sex and his fingers dipped into her groin.

Her cunt was soaking wet and sizzling hot. Dick stirred his fingers in her wetness and stroked her fiery clit.

Her pussy felt so tantalizing that the thoughtful man decided to eat her out for a while, before he fucked her. He wondered if he could make her cream with his tongue without waking her up. The idea of giving Dinah a wet dream was very exciting.

He began to lick down her tummy, dipping his tongue into her belly button, then shifting lower. He lapped at the silken tangle of her bush.

Holy shit, Barbara thought.

The prospect sent lances of lust lashing through her and her cunt steamed in her hand. She was so hot now that she thought her palm might blister as her boiling juices seeped from her slot.

She was plucking at her nipples with her other hand, pulling and rolling the vibrant nubs. Her tongue slid back and forth across her sensual mouth, as if she were emulating the licking that Dick was about to give Dinah. She envied Dinah. And she envied Dick too. The thought of sucking a cunt was very exciting.

Dick ran his tongue slowly up the damp inside of Dinah's smooth thigh. He switched over and licked lightly up the other leg, pausing just short of her crotch.

His nostrils flared as he inhaled, breathing in the pungent perfume of hot cunt.

The fragrance tantalized him, whetting his appetite and making him drool.

His hands slid up and he cupped her flanks, lifting her pelvis up higher. She whimpered softly. He was looking hungrily at her pussy.

Her cunt-lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink blossom. Her open slot was flooded with cream. Her stiff clit stuck out needfully. Her pussy looked scrumptious—and he knew damned well that it was. He stared at the feast like a glutton at a banquet.

His eager tongue slid out and he flicked it against her tingling clit. She sighed and squirmed. Her loins moved languidly as he licked her, and her tits loomed up as her breathing got heavier.

Dick lapped her clit, then ran his tongue up her parted pussy-lips, attentively, paying attention to the details. He nibbled and nursed on her clit then fluttered his tongue against it again. That sensitive little pink button was starting to vibrate like a tuning fork.

Dick raised his head and gazed up, seeing that Dinah was still sleeping, but she was panting now and her eyelashes were fluttering.

He slid back down and wedged his tongue up into her sex. He dipped it in and out, tongue-fucking her cunt as he clamped his parted lips around it. He was French kissing her cunt. "Oooooh!" she moaned.

Her eyes opened. For moment she looked puzzled by the delightful sensations in her groin. Then she realized that Dick's head was down there.

She smiled lasciviously.

Dick grinned back at her, rising up, her lust streaking his chin and lips.

"Don't stop, darling," she sighed.

Dick dove on her pussy again. Now that she was awake, he began to suck her more energetically. Dinah jerked her loins up, mopping her cunt against his mouth.

The flow from her sex was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as his skillful sucking and tonguing brought her surging toward the crest.

"Cum, baby—cream for me!" he moaned, the words muffled in her groin.

Her face turned from side to side, golden hair spilling like honey over the pillow. Her face was a mask of lust now. She arched her slender back, hips jolting, ass churning. Her lush thighs wrapped around his head for a moment, holding him in a fishnet-clad grip, then she threw them wide open again, kicking in the air behind his back.

Waves of sensation sped across her loins and shot up her thighs like lightning bolts. The waves were coming faster and peaking higher, starting to merge into one tidal crest. Her clit exploded like a blasting cap, setting off a secondary explosion in the core of her.

Dick's tongue stabbed in and his lips sucked on the rim. Her juices spilled past his lips, filling his mouth. He gulped it down, mouthing for more. Milky tides gushed from her, lathering her groin and seeping down into the tight crack of her ass.

She cried out at the highest peak, thrashing wildly, clinging there at the apex for long moments.

Then she sank back on the bed, a dreamy and contented smile on her lips. Dick kept on eating her pussy, sucking out the last of her cumming from her slot. He ducked lower and tongued the overflow out from the cleft of her ass, then took another taste of her cunt. Dinah reached down and stroked his head lovingly.

"That was lovely, darling," she purred. He was concentrating on sucking her clit now, getting her worked up again. "Fuck me now, Dick!" she moaned. That was what he wanted to hear. And so did Barbara...