Everybody Wants Zinda update

Zinda moaned and more of Bruce’s fingers slipped inside her, moving around, taking advantage of her heated wetness. They came away suddenly and were replaced by his unshaven jaw. He kissed her inner thigh at the same time Diana’s mouth pressed against Zinda’s lips. Together, they took her breath away. She couldn’t have been unaroused if she wanted to.

“Nipples are hard,” Bruce observed clinically. “She likes this. It’s turning her on, being our slut.”

His mouth returned to her breasts, lips covering one of her engorged nipples, tongue licking it into wild excitement. Zinda arched her back, pressing more of her tit into his mouth. At the same time, she felt Diana’s hair brush against her thighs, going between her legs.

“Oh, Good Lord!” Zinda moaned. “Christ!”

No one had ever tongued her like Diana did. She seemed to lick every part of Zinda’s cunt, without ever seeming to strain or hurry—just warmly, patiently sucking at Zinda’s folds, nibbling at her hard clit, sending shudders all throughout Zinda’s body. 

Zinda’s hips surged, trying to feed her pussy to Diana’s artful tongue. “Oh golly!” she cried. “That feels—goddamn—so goddamn good!”

But Diana was done eating her. Clark was coming. He moved everyone out of the way as he mounted Zinda’s body. She felt his cock rubbing against her thigh, anointing it with wet, sticky precum.

“Fuck me!” Zinda screamed desperately. “Please fuck me!”

“Give it to the little whore,” Bruce agreed. “Show her hot pussy what it’s meant for.”

Her cunt obediently sucked at Clark’s manhood as he easily slipped inside her. Her inner folds squeezed together around his stiff cock. Clark drew back and drove into her again, setting a pace of deliciously heated strokes that made her body tremble with each thrust. Zinda’s belly tensed in delight, her orgasm already speeding closer and closer.

She locked her legs around Clark’s sweaty back, tightening her grip so his prick went even further inside her. The walls of her cunt trembled around his erection, trying to grip it tighter as well. It felt so amazing inside her. Zinda no longer cared why they were fucking her, only how good it felt.

“Oh geez!” she moaned. “Geez, I’m going to come! I’m coming! Geez louise, your prick feels incredible! It’s so damn good in my pussy!”

Her stamina waned, overcome by the hotly shuddering orgasm that went through her. She felt exhausted by how much energy it took to come. Clark’s prick was hotter and stronger than ever, pumping violently into her, forcing her to climax no matter how taxing it was. Then she felt the first jet of his cum.

“Mmmm, yeah,” Clark hummed as his seed boiled out of him, soaking Zinda’s cunt, practically submerging it in his cum. “That’s it, alright. That’s real good…”

Zinda could feel his semen swamping out of her cunt, wetting her thighs. She kept grinding herself into his spurting cock until she’d milked it clean of his last drop.

“Has she had enough?” Diana asked.

“She’s too much of a whore to be satisfied,” Bruce said. “Let’s make her come some more. It’ll be a long time before she’s tired of being our bitch.”

***

“Great fucking Rao,” Lois said softly.

Bruce was on his back, Zinda on top of him, pitching up and down on his cock. Diana was in front of her, forcing her strap-on into Zinda’s mouth; the blonde enthusiastically sucked it, cleaning her own cream from its contours. 

And Clark—Lois’s beloved husband—was crouched behind Zinda. Pressing his huge member into the tiny puckered sphincter that guarded Zinda’s asshole. He was entering it gently but firmly. Zinda cried out around the dildo in her mouth, but Diana’s hands were in her hair, holding her steady, turning her screams into gurgles.

Lois could well imagine the pain Zinda was in… she’d had Clark ass-fuck her too. In fact, she doubted Clark would be doing this if it weren’t for their past experiments with sodomy. If he didn’t know for a fact that a woman really could take his massive erection up her ass; that the pain of being opened up by a hard cock would ultimately lead to pleasure.

Clark pressed forward and his member slid into Zinda’s anus, balls swinging heavily with each inch he gained into her bowels. Zinda was so energized by the fiery pain that she wrenched her mouth off of Diana’s strap-on, her lips popping with the energetic motion.

“Oh Jesus God!” she yelled. “Jesus Christ, it’s in my ass! I’ve got Superman fucking me in the fanny!”

“Shut her up,” Bruce ordered. “Whores don’t get to talk—not when one of us needs a hole to fuck.”

Holy shit, Lois thought, watching in disbelief as Diana grabbed Zinda by the back of the head and forced the thick strap-on back into her soft lips. The Amazon brutally pumped her hips, slamming the dildo into her mouth and throat until Zinda gagged.

As much as Lois appreciated the caring and respectful way Clark approached making love to her, she hoped he was taking a few notes. Zinda looked like she was coming nonstop!

“Fuck her, Kal!” Bruce hissed, almost swearing. “I can feel you fucking her—feel your cock right through her! You could be fucking her harder! Do it! Make her come!”

Zinda couldn’t escape his harsh words any more than she could escape what was being done to her. Three cocks were occupying her body. Diana’s strap-on wasn’t even bringing the Amazon any pleasure, it was just to make Zinda’s fucking complete. As if they needed to further make the point when Clark’s thick member was so easily pumping into her ass.

Lois flushed, both seeing how much the woman was enjoying Clark’s prick and realizing how much she was enjoying watching it. She felt weak in the knees—even less jealousy than she would’ve expected. She had thought she would have to put on a brave face; instead, she was hiding her excitement! Her pussy was wet. Lois placed her hand down under her waistband; her mons were impossible to miss, throbbing, practically glowing with arousal. She felt a tingle of satisfaction as she touched herself, like a floodgate was opening.

Zinda leaned more against Bruce, her sweetly upthrust breasts flattening into his broad chest, crushed between their sweaty bodies until her tits were aching. The two men took her twin holes with the same hard rhythm. She could feel their balls slapping her flesh with the same primal tattoo. 

Lois’s fingers worked at her cunt a little faster. She saw Bruce’s prick moving faster into Zinda’s cunt. He was more excited now. The greater the pleasure Zinda took from this, the more she proved herself a slut, the more aroused it seemed to make the Batman. Lois wondered how long he could last before finishing Zinda’s degradation by pouring his cum all through her cunt.

Zinda felt Bruce and Clark’s manhoods stiffen inside her more than she would’ve thought possible, shaking wildly with sheer hardness. Her pussy clutched Bruce’s impaling cock. Her asshole tightened around Clark’s buried prick. Both men spurted into her at the same time. She felt their members jetting deep inside her willing flesh, giving her ass and cunt all the cum she could ever want, filling her with seemingly never-ending explosions. The hot, thick seed ran out of her splayed orifices, and Zinda frantically sucked on Diana’s strap-on to keep from screaming.

The faster, the harder they went, the slower Lois went. She fingered her juicy sex, stroking herself slow and easy. Reading Zinda’s expression and picturing herself in the blonde’s place. She thought about all the cock that Zinda was getting—fucking away in her mouth, her ass, her cunt, like she was just a piece of meat. As Lois’s fingers fucked in and out of her pussy, she pretended it was Clark taking her in front of all these people, showing all of them that she was his no matter how hard the other two fucked her. And that was just what she needed to get off.

Her sex flooded with juices even hotter than her cunt already was—it dripped down her thighs as she came in pulses that hit her again and again. Her other hand slid up to her chest, inside of her shirt, and she pulled at her hard nipples, pinching one and then the other, bursts of pain streaming through the rapture she felt until she was able to take it. Then she collapsed again the wall, sighing in soft envy as she saw that of course Zinda was still going, still enjoying herself. God, that lucky bitch…

When Bruce and Clark had emptied their balls all the way, Clark pulled himself away from Zinda. Bruce laid there a moment, catching his breath, while Diana held Zinda up. She pumped her strap-on into Zinda’s splayed lips a few times, the roughhewn act somehow prolonging Zinda’s ecstasy, underlining the utter decadence of how she’d been fucked. 

Then Diana was picking Zinda up, holding her, petting her hair. Lois walked over to Clark, who’d fallen to the ground in satiated exhaustion, and sat in his lap, happily kissing him and playing with his tousled hair. No matter how disheveled and sweaty he was, there could still be seen the curve of an S in his forelock.

Bruce stood up, lightly groaning as he exerted himself through his fatigue, and tucked away his cock so he could zip up his fly. “I take it we’re done here,” he said brusquely. He walked away without another word, his cape flapping behind him. 

Diana tightened her grip on Zinda as a pleasurable aftershock ran through her. “You could stay and cuddle, brute!” she said, not wholly in jest.

Zinda, though, simpered as she watched Batman go. “What a man!”

***

Six months later…

Barbara sat at her post at Delphi, eyes scrutinizing the many monitors surrounding her through the sheen of her glasses, seeming to pick up every detail that the array of instrumentation offered her. Her fingers typed endlessly, keeping up a steady chatter like the engine of some massive vehicle picking up speed.

When she spoke, her voice was as poised as it was smooth. “This is a rough mission I’m sending you on, Canary. You may take a lot of punishment. And you’ll be taking a big, big… risk. I know how hard you may find this.”

“I’m ready for it, Oracle.” In response, Dinah’s voice too was cool and precise. “Ready, willing, and able.”

“Glad to hear it. And have you received the proper attire to go on this mission?”

“Check.”

“Then I think you’re ready to make contact with your target.”

Despite how the two made it sound, Dinah was wearing nothing—absolutely nothing—aside from the fishnet bodystocking that she had teased Roy with back when they were first beginning their romance. That costume, despite being the kind of thing Starfire would turn down for showing off too much skin, had seen a surprising amount of use since she and Roy had started their relationship. But he was by no means tired of it. And Dinah certainly wasn’t tired of him ripping it off her. Or, at least, part of it.

And so—with the only part of her body really covered being the patch of skin that was beneath her communication earbud—Dinah stepped into the bedroom where Roy awaited. Even after all this time, and his familiarity with her body that had made simultaneous orgasms a matter of when, not if, Roy still seemed stunned by the sight of her. Her full, swelling breasts and the completely shaven lips of her pussy, which had not one hair to give away that she wasn’t a natural blonde.

Barbara toggled a switch. When she spoke now, her voice filled Roy’s ears. “Arsenal, you know Black Canary. She is your target on this mission.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Roy replied, though he sounded stunned. 

Barbara could forgive the lack of professionalism. From every camera she had planted in the room, Dinah looked like a golden goddess—even Roy’s bulging muscles and thick cock seemed to fade into insignificance compared to Dinah’s lustfully perfect body. But then, he was still wearing an actual costume. Barbara enjoyed the power imbalance—the little hint of submission and dominance in him being clothed, Dinah being all but naked. It seemed Roy’s natural inclination was to worshipfully romance Dinah. But as long as Barbara was calling the shots, she preferred a little edge. 

She liked having Dinah in her place.

“Penetrate the target, Arsenal.”

Roy obediently undressed, but his prick was limp. Before Dinah’s arrival, Barbara had instructed him to masturbate, cooing in his ear the whole time. It wouldn’t buy her much time—she doubted Roy was capable of being fully soft around Dinah—but it would give her some room to strategize. 

She switched to Dinah’s comm set.  “Canary, Arsenal will be assisting you on this mission. Help him prepare his equipment for insertion.”

“On it. Looks like he’s gotten his weapon dirty. I’ll polish it for him just in case he has to use it.”

Dinah pushed Roy down onto the bed, onto his back, hoping Barbara’s recorders picked up the sound of bedsprings creaking under him. She knelt at the side of the bed and took his limp manhood in her hands. She wasn’t used to finding it soft, but she knew it wouldn’t take much work to stiffen up. This wasn’t exactly a nun’s habit she was wearing, and if it was, Roy would probably be at least a little into it.

Dinah took him into her mouth as she looked in the direction of one of the cameras she knew was there, knowing that on the other end Barbara was watching intently. Then she sucked loudly, wetly, wanting Barbara to hear all the way in the Clocktower. 

Roy gasped, sighed, and blushed as his member responded. Dinah sucked harder—she didn’t want to keep Babs waiting. She wanted to put on a show. She kept sneaking looks at the camera. She could just picture Barbara and the dirty smile she’d be wearing as she watched. 

Maybe next time, she’d stay at the Clocktower. Be Barbara’s right hand in a different way…

“Hey Babs, whacha doin’?”

Barbara looked up sharply from her monitors. In her last remodeling, she’d arranged the computer station to maximize her privacy—her back to the wall, her desk facing the door. No one but her could see what she was working on, not unless they walked around her massive desk and stood right beside her. Which Zinda might very well do.

Barbara cut off the feed on her headset so the two lovers couldn’t hear her, but kept a glancing eye on the monitors. “Nothing much, Zinda. Just supervising some operatives in the field.”

“Really?” Zinda asked. Her lips tightened suspiciously. “And you didn’t ask if I wanted to ride herd?”

“No need,” Barbara replied quickly. “It’s a milk run, nothing… big…” And she glanced back at the monitors, unable to look away from how Dinah was milking Roy.

“Christ,” Roy moaned, quickly succumbing to Dinah’s obscenely loud sucking. A minute ago he’d been flaccid, now he had to fight to resist coming. His member lurched to its full length, the engorged knob probing into the back of Dinah’s thick. Its thickness stretched her lips taut. He was ready.

Dinah pulled herself off Roy’s prick, tossing her golden hair, and Roy’s cock came out gleaming with her saliva, pointing obscenely at the roof. His precum foamed from his tip and trickled down his throbbing shaft. 

Dinah felt her cunt throbbing, even if it was only against the insubstantial covering of her fishnets. That was too much of a tease. She wouldn’t feel complete without that big prick of Roy’s clenched inside her.

“Canary, you’re in command on this one,” Barbara said. “Ride Arsenal hard to make sure he doesn’t step out of line.”

Zinda frowned, brow furrowed as she overheard. “What’s Roy done now? I thought he usually did a good job.”

Barbara nodded—her eyes were less and less able to move from the screens. “Oh yes. He’s very satisfactory. I just want Dinah to keep him in hand.”

“Say again, Oracle?” Dinah said over the wire. “You want me to use my hand?”

“No, Canary, negative,” Barbara said quickly. “I want you to get a leg up on him, understand?”

Her two little toys did as they were told. Roy lay on his back, his cock towering up from his loins, and Dinah straddled him, mounting his obscenely stiff erection. She seized the hotly throbbing shaft and fed it into her wet little sex. By the time she’d taken half of his length inside her, she seemed to be holding onto his prick for support more than anything else.

“Make the insertion slowly, Canary. I’m going through the surveillance system now. I want to see you go in.”

Zinda guffawed. “Gawd, Babsie, it’s too bad this outfit is only females. I’d need my fingers and toes to count all the fellas who would love to hear you talking to ‘em like that!”

Dinah took her time, ignoring the urge to rush, to be full of Roy as she so desperately wanted to be, painful as that might be all at once. Instead, she let his fat cock enter her gradually, enjoying the slow feeling of his manhood filling her up as much as Barbara enjoyed the sight of him disappearing into the well-spread lips of her sex. Until finally Roy was all the way in, his swollen balls throbbing outside Dinah’s splayed opening, ready to fill her in another way.

Barbara breathed heavily. “Very good, Canary. It looks like Roy has finished infiltrating the premises. How’s it working out, him serving under you?”

“It’s hard—so hard—having so much to deal with—but I know, know Roy will give me his all!”

Zinda leaned down onto the other side of Barbara’s desk, her face almost between the multiple monitors showing how Dinah was getting fucked. “Wouldn’t figure on a hardass like you sending those two out on the same mission. In the Air Force, we didn’t allow two people to work together if there was fraternization in the ranks.”

Barbara was breathless. “I think Dinah is working him—working with him very well…”

Dinah leaned forward, her creamy tits brushing against Roy’s chest. Roy grinned at the tantalizing gesture and worked his hips, bucking up into Dinah slowly and steadily so that she rode his cock almost lazily—giving Barbara a nice, slow performance that was made unbearable by how she couldn’t get on with it and touch herself while Zinda was in the room.

Then again, if they kept at it like this, she might just come in her pants.

Maybe a little helping hand. “I’m sending in reinforcements, Canary. They’re entering from the rear.”

She toggled the switch to Helena’s earpiece…