Everybody Wants Zinda update

For a moment, Helena was tempted to simply watch. Dinah was so tall, so tautly creamy in all her long, lean flesh, that Helena could see the ripples of pleasure move through her body. Her legs trembling downward from where Roy’s cock impaled her cunt. The muscles of her arms cording, her high-set breasts jiggling, up from the tensed abs below. And the way Roy made love to her, or drove Dinah to make love to him.

Dinah rolled her hips to his, thrust her body against him—needing the pleasure of the friction to go on, and so pulling her cunt back from his erection, but then needing him even more, and quickly riding forward to gulp him all the way back into her sex. As she gripped her hands at his neck, his shoulders, holding their madly rocking bodies together for her to kiss him, make love to him with her mouth, as if the eye contact and locked lips that they shared were on another plane of existence from the wild mating of their naked bodies.

But as much as Helena wanted to let the majestic beauty of their coitus go on and on, she wanted to be a part of it even more. She may not have been one for the soulful kisses they exchanged, but the surging thrusts of their bodies, the perfect swaying of Dinah’s hips straddling Roy’s crotch, that was a kind of sluttiness that called out to her. They could make love; she just wanted to get fucked.

She came up close, leaned in over their joined bodies, so Dinah could actually feel Helena’s warm breath on her back. As Dinah took in the deep impalement of Roy’s prick again, Helena’s eyes gleamed hotly. Fuck, she wanted that, but if Roy wanted to get Dinah off just because he was in love with her—well, the faster that she was done, the sooner Helena got her shot at him.

Dinah felt the mattress shift as Helena joined them on it. Even with what they were doing, she blushed a little as she imagined Helena’s view—her fully exposed ass, bounding up and down on Roy’s fat cock. She had no doubt that Helena was enjoying the sight just as much as Barbara was. The escapade with Zinda had left none of them unscathed; revealed them all as kinky bitches.

Dinah decided to ignore Helena and keep putting on the show for as long as possible. She certainly didn’t see any way her hectic fuck with Roy could get any better—his hard prick working deliciously inside her, making her gasp and cream in equal measure—so she might as well enjoy it for as long as she could.

Then she felt Helena’s hands on her hips, heard her breathing loudly. There was suddenly something big and firm nosing into her wet slit from behind. A dildo? What the hell was Helena trying to do with it there? There was no room for it in her sex. Helena should know that when Roy fucked a woman, he demanded every inch of her—he didn’t leave anything to be shared.

Helena pressed the wetly lubricated tip of her strap-on against the crinkled opening of Dinah’s asshole, letting her know she was about to be fucked there, letting her anticipate and dread how she was going to be sodomized.

“I’ve always wanted a sweet ass like yours,” Helena cooed, remembering the sight of Dinah’s creamy buttocks wrapped in nothing more than fishnet and thong, day in and day out, ever since she’d joined the team. “At least now I get to fuck it.”

She pushed with all her might.

“GAAHHHHH!” Dinah wailed. The bitch’s goading little taunt hadn’t even begun to warn her. She screeched, her reaction encompassing both shock and pain, as Helena widened her asshole immeasurably.

Helena laughed wickedly, enjoying Dinah’s response. Dinah looked down at Roy, who winked at her. He’d seen Helena coming and all but held Dinah’s buttocks open to be impaled…

“You son of a bitch!” Dinah sobbed. “You couldn’t have made her get something an actual human would enjoy? Not all of us have been humping rhinos in our spare time!”

“Has to be this way, Dinah,” Roy told her. “Because once you’re used to that, you’ll be ready to take me.”

“You know you want him in your ass,” Helena chorused. “Or do you want me to be the first to get fucked in the ass by him?”

Dinah bared her teeth. “Not on your life, witch.”

“I knew you’d say that. Just relax, you’ll like it soon enough. I know I did.”

Relax? With what felt like a hot poker inside her? Dinah didn’t know if it was possible. She tried, though, straining for calm until her anal muscles went slack. But once she had, Helena began to jerk the strap-on into her. She didn’t hold back. She took Dinah’s asshole hard, intent on breaking its tightness to the point that it wouldn’t give Roy any trouble later on.

Dinah could only be thankful that the strap-on, substantial as it was, still was dwarfed by Roy’s erection. After what seemed like only a moment, the jagged pain had faded, replaced by a numb sense of hurt that was entirely tolerable. Then, in a few more moments, she felt a debauched sense of pleasure at being sodomized by Helena. It felt even more exciting to have two cocks inside her at once, even if one of them was a dildo. The sexual thrill she felt in her cunt was still doubled, completely redeeming the pain of being stretched so utterly.

Roy pumped his hips, easily bouncing her weight atop his lengthy erection, keeping it working steadily in her tight little cunt. Only a thin membrane separated that action from Helena’s strap-on reaming into her asshole, probing and stuffing and stretching Dinah with the knowledge that she had to take it. The pain was delicious as Dinah was filled by both of them, her clit responding with stinging hardness, begging for one of her lovers to rub it—though Dinah didn’t know if she could take that added stimulation.

“Oh, she’s liking it now,” Helena panted. “I know you’re Roy’s bitch, Dinah, but tonight he has to share.”

Helena talked as much shit in the bedroom as she did in the street, but it did turn Dinah on. She didn’t know if even the filthiest language, the most grating degradation, could’ve turned her off. Dinah wailed with enjoyment as the two cocks pounded her together—she’d never been fucked so good in all her life.

“Ooooo!” she keened. “Fuck, God, yes! Yes! It feels so fucking good!”

Through her comlink, she heard Barbara chuckling. “Good work, team. Good work.”

It sounded like someone else spoke over the comms, but Dinah didn’t hear. She was whirling crazily into a powerful climax, a doubled climax, one happening in both her ass and her sex. She clawed at both of her lovers as they refused to let her get away without feeling total ecstasy.

“Let’s really give it to her, Roy.” Helena’s voice was darkly amused with a trace of excitement, an undercurrent of sadism that no amount of heroics could erase. “I want her to always remember how much she enjoyed being twice the slut she usually is.”

Roy sat up, grabbing hold of Helena’s hips and pulling her to him so that Dinah, in-between them, was crushed inside their bodies. He fucked into Dinah like a madman, jamming in, drawing out, feeling the rapturous friction rushing through him with every stroke, coming on him stronger now, rushing through him. He thrust into Dinah’s cunt, feeling her coating his manhood ever more heavily with her juices, all while his pumping impaled her on the strap-on of Helena behind her.

“Hhhhnnnn! I’m coming, fucking coming!” Roy shouted out. “Ahhhhh! Yes, yes, now, now!”

Helena increased her own pistoning, wanting to catch up with him. Faster, faster, she sodomized Dinah until there wasn’t one whit of resistance left in her asshole. It took her like it could be nothing else but a sheath for her strap-on. 

Helena slammed inside her and then rubbed her mound against the base of the strap-on, getting herself off with an autoerotic gyrations while Roy filled Dinah’s sex with his cum. Dinah couldn’t help but come as they both used her to pleasure themselves.

“Nnnnnn, that’s so good, yes, yes, come, mmmmm, so warm, coming so hard, ohhhh, it’s so good, so good, gggh, I’m coming, Roy, Roy…”

***

Zinda’s mouth gaped open, her eyes equally wide, unable to believe what Barbara had shown her. Her vision disbelievingly tracked over the three bodies on the computer screen, so close as to be inseparable. Helena’s proudly lush curves, Roy’s toned, athletic build, and Dinah’s tall, statuesque body. Joined in orgiastic rapture, they turned one way and another, as if posing for the camera capturing them, exposing their taut muscles and sweaty skin in such abundance that they seemed not to display themselves, but to outright demand Zinda’s lust.

“I’ve got to rest,” Helena moaned, rolling off of Dinah’s sandwiched body to lie trembling on the bed, gasping, her nerves exhausted, nearly burnt out by the ecstasy whose aftershocks were still flittering through her luscious body.

“Not while your pussy still needs it,” Roy said. Putting the near-comatose Dinah aside, he reached for Helena, tearing away her strap-on to render her vulnerable to the rampant erection at his own groin.

“Aaahhh!” Helena cried—clearly, feeling Roy’s fingers play over her groin was no small sensation. “Please!”

“Roll over,” Roy growled.

“I can’t… I don’t have anything left, Roy…”

“You had plenty of energy to fuck Dinah’s tight little ass. You should like the taste of your own medicine—Dinah sure did.”

Dinah gazed up through glassy eyes, her mascara streaked with tears of joy. Soft lips trembled, weak from the mewling cries they’d volleyed out, while her breasts quivered with every ragged breath she took. Her ruby-colored nipples were thick and firm and Zinda felt them calling out to her lips. 

She would’ve been content simply to drink in Dinah’s nudity, but Roy was too assertive to go without being watched. He demanded Zinda’s attention most of all. Roy slipped his hands underneath Helena and flipped her onto her back before spreading her legs. His thick cock now loomed over Helena’s groin, throbbing and straining as if inspired to a second wind by the sheer voluptuousness of Helena’s gorgeous, sultry body.

“You’re his now,” Barbara breathed, her cool voice demanding obedience, supplication.

“Yes,” Helena cooed, unable to disagree, even her threatening eyes now growing heavily-lidded in submission, faced with the prospect of having both Roy and Barbara’s attention on her.

“He’s going to fuck that beautiful wet cunt of yours.”

Helena moaned aloud. Zinda’s lips parted as if to mimic her, but no sound came out.

Barbara smiled knowingly. Taking off her headphones, she put a warm hand on Zinda’s thigh, underneath the pleated black skirt that already showed off so much of her legs. “It’s shocking, isn’t it? Roy and Dinah, they love each other—even if they fuck each other so dirtily that it’s hard to believe they’re anything other than animals. Helena, though, she’s just a slut. It’s strange to think of her… so heroic… so professional… yet look how much she wants to be Roy’s bitch. Dinah loves him, but all Helena loves is his prick. Who do you think enjoys it more?”

Zinda could do nothing to respond, standing there as if paralyzed, staring blankly at the screen while Roy used Helena as he wanted to—as Helena wanted to be used. Zinda didn’t know if she was any different from the obscene whore she saw there… she couldn’t deny that the one other thing her shocked mind was aware of was the way Barbara’s hand felt on her legs as it inched towards her groin.

“I think I’d enjoy it the most,” Zinda blurted out, “if only I were there to have that big cock up my puss!”

Barbara laughed understandingly. “I know what you mean. But it’d be rude to take advantage of Dinah’s largesse in sharing him so generously. We should try to find other pleasures to enjoy.”

“Like what?” Zinda asked eagerly, as though unaware of Barbara’s hand brushing against her pubic thatch—unwilling to admit that there were no panties under her skirt to deter the very sort of touching Barbara was now doing.

“As if you don’t know,” Barbara teased, while reaching under Zinda’s skirt, groping her cunt hard enough to have a handhold on the woman, and so ushering Zinda down onto her lap. 

Moaning, Zinda went willingly all the way to Barbara’s mouth, where their lips pressed together. She let Barbara force her tongue into her mouth, and their two tongues mixed like oil and water.

“God, Babs, I didn’t know I… didn’t know this could feel so good!” Zinda moaned, twisting and turning in Barbara’s lap. She couldn’t believe how aroused she was at the touch of another woman—how turned on she’d become watching her friends fuck. But now, with Barbara’s mouth firmly against hers, she was beginning to think that if there was anyone who wasn’t a horny slut, they definitely didn’t come to work in the Clocktower!

With Zinda firmly straddling her, Barbara reached under Zinda’s skirt again—finding her tender sex, feverishly hot and very wet. This time she pressed her fingers into it, exploring eagerly inside of Zinda, stroking the delicate flesh that was open to her touch.

Fierce tremors, both of pleasure and desire, shook the inner folds of Zinda’s pussy. The heat was intense and burning hotter as Barbara’s fingers ran across her cunt.

“Gghhh, Barbara, feels so good! Didn’t know—know it could be like this! I never realized what another girl could do to me! Lord, Barbara, Lord…” Zinda’s voice trailed off as the waves of passion she felt became enough to overwhelm even her.

Barbara pleasured her relentlessly, playing with her hot cunt but arousing herself just as surely, until both of them were tormented with need for each other. But more than sex, Barbara needed to be in control. She needed to assert her dominance by making Zinda come for her, something the blonde had no problem with. Barbara thrust two joined fingers deep into Zinda’s womanhood, fucking her with hard, fast thrusts just like Roy was giving Helena. 

Every time her fingers delved into Zinda’s sex, Zinda’s inner muscles trembled around the penetration either willingly or unwillingly. The grip of her tightened walls would hold onto Barbara’s fingers for a few moments before loosening, allowing Barbara to slide her fingers out. When she thrust them back in, Zinda’s folds closed around them just as fervently.

It took no skill to keep up the rhythm that Zinda’s strong grip set, so Barbara turned her attention to Zinda’s clit—her free hand lifting Zinda’s skirt out of the way to reveal it to her. It was standing out in sharp relief from its hood, twitching fiercely. Barbara stroked it lovingly, and Zinda’s body jerked spasmodically in answer. It left Zinda breathless, perfectly receptive as Barbara kissed her with passion so great, she was essentially fucking Zinda’s mouth.

Until Barbara realized she preferred to hear Zinda moan and whine as she had been doing, so the redhead turned her mouth to Zinda’s breasts. One commanding look and Zinda ripped her tunic open for Barbara, allowing Barbara to play her kisses over the generous cleavage. Zinda’s nipples, already large enough to fit her ample breasts, stiffened and swelled under the sway of Barbara’s lips.

“Ooooh, yeah, Babs! You’re really doing it to me now! Trying to make me forget I ever liked fellas! Yes, suck on my tits!” Zinda cried, writhing hotly in Barbara’s lap. She was too aroused to stand it—she had to come, she needed to reach an orgasm!

But every time she approached the point of no return, Barbara deliberately slowed down, allowing Zinda’s ardor to cool. Which ironically only brought Zinda closer and closer to losing control, while pushing it further away. Zinda felt like she was balanced on a tightrope that got thinner and thinner, but Barbara impossibly kept her from falling. It made Zinda fear she would lose her mind!

“Geez, geez, boss, c’mon boss! I can’t stand this! You know what I need, c’mon, give me what I need!” Zinda mewled, twisting into Barbara’s hand, fucking it even more than Barbara was fucking her, trying to get the climax that Barbara both promised and made elusive. “Ohhh, you’ve got me so fucking hot! I’ll die if I don’t come!”

Barbara grinned, recognizing that she had pushed Zinda to her limits—at least, her current limits. It was time to get her off. And then, she told herself zealously, it was time for her own much needed orgasm.

In the familiar tone of command, Barbara got Zinda into her new position. Zinda kneeled down, facing away from Barbara, her legs splayed in Barbara’s lap as if she were a wheelbarrow that Barbara was pushing—or a bitch in heat about to be bred. And so Zinda propped herself up on the floor, her mind racing as she wondered what Barbara would do to finish off her aching cunt.

And Barbara looked at her open cunt, glossy and wet, the lips fluttering as if in invitation, in willing surrender to her. She curled her thumb against her palm, then balled her fingers over it, carefully weighting the size of the fist she’d formed against the readiness of Zinda’s pussy.

Zinda was kneeling down facing the screen, watching Roy fuck Helena as she waited for her own rapture, and that decided it—Barbara would see to it she fucked Zinda as hard as any of the voyeuristic spectacles she enjoyed.

“It must be hard to have to follow my orders all the time,” Barbara said conversationally, as she worked her knuckles between Zinda’s swollen pussy lips, her pinky pressing hard into Zinda’s twitching clit. “Doing everything I tell you… having to suppress your own instincts to do as you’re told. Sometimes you must feel like you’re my puppet. Like I’ve got my hand up your…”

Zinda cried out, suddenly finding her pussy was not her own, but that it had given herself over to Barbara, totally taking Barbara’s fist. Her hips weren’t her own either—they jostled backwards as Barbara held herself still, letting Zinda fuck herself on her fist. 

Her fingers squeezed to white-tight knuckles to hold their place against the wracking series of convulsions going through Zinda’s folds, an unmistakable orgasm. Zinda fucked herself on Barbara’s fist with a delirious passion that could’ve belonged to someone who’d irrevocably lost her mind.

But eventually, Zinda could no longer work her hips against Barbara’s hand, or stand the torturously sweet pleasure that came from having Barbara’s fist inside her. Then she pitched forward, crumpling to the ground at Barbara’s feet, a pathetic mass of panting, gasping flesh that Barbara couldn’t help but envy. And yet, she still took pride in the ecstatic wreck that she’d reduced Zinda to. The great man-eater, Lady Blackhawk, had reached the limits of sexual rapture and Barbara had taken her there. It was enough to make Barbara wish she had a camera recording herself.

It also made her think that, although the magic spell was gone, Zinda and the rest of the Birds of Prey would not be getting back to normal. No, they’d be something much more fun.

“The Bitches of Prey,” Barbara said to herself, liking the sound of it.