Everybody Wants Zinda update

“So, you’re the blonde bombshell who wants to get bombed on my husband, huh?”

If anyone was shocked that Superman would be in a relationship with a mere mortal instead of one of the goddesses who served with him on the Justice League, seeing Lois Lane would quickly have them changing their tune. She was drop-dead gorgeous, wearing a pantsuit with as much panache as any of the Birds of Prey could show off skintight spandex, and she was brimming with confidence. Her eyes were fiercely intelligent, missing nothing, but when she spoke, it was with a wry sense of humor that Zinda found instantly appealing, reminiscent of her boys in the Blackhawks. 

Even so, under the circumstances, she was taken aback. “I don’t want to…”

“Relax, blondie,” Lois said quickly, giving her a reassuring smile despite the blasé words. “I know this isn’t how you planned on spending your evening.”

“Then you’re alright with me making time with your man?” Zinda asked, a bashful smile sliming its way onto her face. She wanted to make another expression, but she couldn’t seem to do it.

“Trust me, I am. I’ve been over this a dozen times with Clark before I convinced him it was alright. Don’t make me go through it again with you.”

Somehow, that allowed Zinda to compose herself. She drew herself into a more neutral expression. “Still, I’m sorry. I would never want to come between you and Super—Clark.”

“That’s okay, you won’t,” Lois said cockily. “Really, if he’s going to be saving someone’s life, I’d rather he be doing it with his prick than by fighting Doomsday. Besides, I get to watch.”

Zinda blinked. “You’re going to… watch?”

“Yeah. Why should he have all the fun?” Lois checked her watch. “Well, it’s about that time. You know how busy those three are keeping the world safe. Let’s not keep them occupied too long. A threesome is one thing, but a foursome is just greedy.”

Zinda laughed, the tension going away some under the weight of Lois’s understanding. She must’ve been a great reporter. Zinda couldn’t imagine anyone not opening up to her. “Thank you. For being so… nice.”

“Do me a favor, huh?” Lois leaned in and kissed Zinda on the cheek. “Make Clark come real hard. He deserves it.”

“I’ll do my best,” Zinda promised her.

She went with Lois to a room the Amazons had prepared that was not open-air, but closed off for the sake of privacy. The bracing contrast of the dark, cool interior ushered Zinda out of her nervousness and into intimacy. There was no furniture, only large, colorful cushions. In the center of the room was a rounded bed. The domed ceiling was painted with images of Cupid and Aphrodite. 

“Hello, Zinda. Welcome,” Diana said as she came in. She wore a robe that was almost modest, except that it was gossamer thin, showing off her body in all its firm contours. And at her hips, it showed the harness that wrapped around her waist and the dildo that hung between her legs.

“Diana.” Zinda approached her. “I’m ready.”

“Not just yet. Lois, some wine, if you please?”

From a recess in the wall, Lois picked up an amphora and poured its contents into a chalice. She brought it to Zinda.

“Something to relax you,” Diana explained. “And to see to it you don’t have to worry about any complications arising from the ritual.”

Zinda drank. Any oddness that was left in her perception of the situation flowed out of her. The sweet taste shot through her—she ended up feeling very alive, happy and alert, energy surging through her. Her skin tingled sensuously. She laughed, not caring to think, only to feel. 

“Let’s begin,” Diana said. “The others will be here soon. It will be easier on them if we’ve already started when they get here.”

A touch and Diana’s dress fell away, revealing her perfect body in all its splendor, and erasing all doubt that she had any flaws to conceal. 

“Gadzooks,” Zinda breathed, half unable to believe she was actually getting a second shot at this beauty. So much for lightning never striking twice.

Lois slipped behind the gawking Zinda, moving to help her undo the single catch that held up her Themysciran dress. She helped it down to her waist and pulled it over her hips, letting her hands sample the curve of Zinda’s buttocks before the dress was off her. Zinda obligingly stepped out of her puddled dress as Diana posed for her, letting Zinda take as long as she needed to absorb her nude body. Lois stood up behind Zinda, empty dress gathered in her arms, and she licked the back of Zinda’s neck.

“Cute, isn’t she?” Lois asked. “But try not to forget about me. A girl has her pride, y’know.”

“Yeah,” Zinda drawled slowly. “I know…”

And now Diana was in front of her, sliding her hands down Zinda’s body, herself impressed with the naked curves, the tawny flesh that perfectly offset Zinda’s golden hair, the piercing blue eyes that dominated her face despite her sweet smile and delicately girlish features. Her fingers gently sampled Zinda’s womanhood, bare, vulnerable—willing.

“I must tell the truth,” Diana said. “Even without the curse, it would be a privilege to call you my lover.”

“I got that impression,” Zinda admitted herself.

“Yeah,” Lois said, giving Zinda a pat on the tautly rounded ass that her miniskirt usually kept at least halfway concealed. “If Clark has to fuck someone that’s not me, I’m glad it’s somebody who has legs for days and an ass that won’t quit.”

“Lois,” Diana admonished, though she wore a smile giving away her amusement at Lois’s uncouth ways. “I’m trying to be romantic.”

“So am I!” Lois protested. “Cuz I’m gonna love watching my husband fuck your brains out—I can just tell.”

“I really need to start reading your column,” Zinda gasped, low on breath.

A shudder ran through her body. She felt Diana’s hand skirt around her waist, becoming a light touch running up her spine and back down it. Zinda entered into a daze, helped along by the potent wine, the pleasant technique of Diana’s touch becoming a fog that hid away all the worry and sordid doubt in her mind. 

Then Diana’s hands were more fully on her, her lips caressing Zinda’s breasts, slender fingers sliding over the curve of her ass and whispering over her slit. Zinda was aroused in a way she never had been before, an almost spiritual way—fitting for magic strong enough to break a curse.

Diana rose to her full height—Zinda was shocked by the awareness of how Diana towered over her when she wasn’t stooped to kiss her. Diana bent to do just that: kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose, then her tongue slipped out to crest over Zinda’s full lips. Zinda closed her eyes, all her thoughts grabbed up by the feeling of Diana touching her. Fingertips expertly feeling out the lust in her damp cunt, unerringly finding her clit and exciting it into vivacious life. 

The sensuality of the moment filled Zinda’s body. Her mind drifted, buffeted along by Diana’s kisses on her receptive lips, Diana’s fingers circling her clitoris. Zinda moved in a slow dance with Diana, swaying along to the pleasure the Amazon gave her, knowing that it was not even the satisfaction Diana intended for her to have, just the warmth that would become a blazing fire when Batman and Superman were there.

And then, there they were. Clark was, of course, beautiful, muscles running the length of his tall, broad body, hair bristling on chest, legs, and arms. His cock was substantial, drawing Zinda’s eyes even when Diana’s touching and kissing was demanding her attention. He was gorgeous—big, well-built, masculine to a fault, but somewhat conventional. Like a romance novel or a Hallmark movie. Even naked, he was so bright and friendly and unthreatening. His sex appeal was there, but not as kinky as Zinda might’ve liked.

Then there was Bruce—not that Zinda knew that was his name. He still wore his Batsuit, though he had lowered the fly on his trunks, releasing his erection. With that, his intimidating armor became fetishistic, something shameful and dirty that fired Zinda’s imagination even though she knew it shouldn’t. One look at him, one feel of his eyes on her, and she knew he would bring the same brutal efficiency to bear on fucking her as he did in dealing with Gotham’s criminals. Clark wanted to pleasure her; Bruce wanted to make her his bitch.

Clark went to Lois, drawing her aside to speak quietly with her—some last-minute concerns that Zinda couldn’t quite made out. Bruce didn’t have any such misgivings. He put his arms around Zinda from behind. His manhood touched her ass and Zinda felt a thrill of pleasure run through her body. No matter what, it felt good to have such a big cock against her skin.

“You feel good,” he said, his voice cold, rough. “Nice ass you’ve been hiding under that skirt. Yeah, that’s a real sweet ass to feel on my cock.”

Zinda blushed—Diana was touching her more firmly, getting aroused by Bruce’s sharp words, as Zinda was. She wondered what kind of woman he was used to dealing with to have such dirty talk at his disposal.

“Come on, bitch,” he said. “I think Kal should have the first taste of this ass. Here—bend over!”

A thrilling rush of degradation went through Zinda as Bruce pushed her down, forcing her to double over, leaning against a pillar to maintain her balance. Then she felt a man’s member between her pert buttocks. That had to be Clark. Zinda had never felt such a steely erection before. It throbbed at the entrance of her pussy.

“You feel so good,” Clark groaned. “So damn good…”

“That’s high praise,” Lois quipped, “considering what he’s used to.”

Clark flew forward, Zinda’s wet cunt taking him all the way into her depths, until his balls clapped against the petals of her labia. For a moment, he left himself inside her. Zinda felt how he throbbed in her pussy, all of him hard and ready, burgeoning to give her his cum already. She might’ve been content to feel him swollen inside her for a century, but he wasn’t. Clark pulled back, then thrust into her again, Zinda crying out now when she’d been speechless before.

He pumped into her—rapid, deep strokes—his balls beating a tattoo against her thighs. She had never been taken so harshly. Despite his caring, considerate nature, Clark knew exactly how to get her off, the demanding thrusts that would force pleasure onto her, make her come fast. No wonder Lois had been so eager to watch her husband with another woman. There couldn’t have been too much of this she could take!

“Fuck her, Kal!” Diana urged him on. “Show her how good that cock makes a woman come!”

Clark gave it to her hard, pressing her against the pillar she was braced against every time he slammed into her tender sex. Zinda could feel his prick was even larger than before and she realized how aroused he was. Maybe whitebread Kal-El was getting off on just how kinky this was. 

Zinda knew she was. She was in heaven. It was like she had forgotten how good a man’s cock could feel inside her—how lustful, how sensual Superman could really be, just because he played the Boy Scout to set people at ease. He was pure muscle, absolutely solid with it, giving an undercurrent of danger to the sex as he clearly held back while fucking her. He even growled like a bear as he thrust into her, pained enjoyment in his tone as he paced himself. 

Zinda needed his cock desperately, even knowing how harmful it could be if he wasn’t restraining himself. That was the only thing that kept her from losing her mind with frustration and need, wishing for him to go even harder, to give her all of him.

“He is magnificent, isn’t he?” Diana asked rhetorically, watching the ten-inch cock of the Kryptonian plunge repeatedly into Zinda’s quivering pussy. “More of an animal than people give him credit for. And Zinda is hardly unappreciative.”

“They’re both animals,” Lois replied. “Look at their faces. They both know this is the only time it will ever happen—and they’re enjoying every bit of it.”

Then it was over. Clark lunged into her, using so much of his strength that it stung like a whiplash, and Zinda felt his hot cum spilling into her.

“Oh fuck!” Clark groaned. “I’m coming! I’m coming, Zinda! Move your ass! Take it! Oh shit!”

Clark kept slamming into her as his cock exploded with cum, going and going until suddenly he paused. She felt his prick going limp inside her with one last spurt. He pulled out.

“Turn around,” Clark told her, his firm voice brooking no disagreement. Hearing it, Lois let out a low whistle.

Zinda obeyed. Clark took her by the head, his hands nestled into her hair, and ushered her down onto her knees. Her lips brushed against his half-hard cock. That was what he wanted.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

Zinda dropped her jaw. He pumped his hips, forcing his lingering erection into her mouth.

“That’s good, Zinda,” Diana said, going to pet Zinda’s hair as she sucked. “Suck him. Suck his cock clean and get it hard again so he can give it to you some more. You want him to come inside you again, don’t you?”

Zinda moaned ecstatically as she gargled Clark’s member, wet lips traveling up and down his length, cleaning it of his cum and the wetness of her pussy.

“Yeah,” Clark groaned. “That’s good, Zinda. Very good! I love how you suck me!”

Zinda felt another throbbing hardness against her cheek. She looked up. Bruce stood next to Clark. He rubbed his powerful member across her face. She could feel his precum smeared into her skin. Diana moved in on the other side of Clark. Zinda was shocked to feel a third prick, this one artificial, rubbing against her face.

Zinda had never been treated this sleazily; she didn’t know what to do. But she knew she was theirs until they were done with her. She felt Diana’s strap-on moving along her jaw until it was pressed against the corner of her lips.

“My turn,” Diana said. “Her lips looked too good wrapped around your prick, Kal. I need to see how they look on mine.”

Reluctantly, Clark relaxed his grip on Zinda’s hair and pulled his cock from his mouth. Diana immediately took his place, pressing her huge dildo between Zinda’s lips, into her mouth, all the way to her throat. Zinda felt the strap-on going almost into her gullet. 

Tears strung her eyes as she struggled to breathe around the brutal intrusion. As someone who had experience in being on the receiving end that Clark and Bruce evidently didn’t, Diana clearly knew how much Zinda could take—and wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less.

Zinda’s lips moved up and down on Diana’s strap-on. She imagined she could taste the sharp, feminine flavor of the last woman Diana had used it on. She could certainly smell Diana’s sex, aroused to a sweet fineness beyond the base of the dildo. The tip of the strap-on filled the back of Zinda’s throat. Zinda tried to take even more, to get to the splendor of Diana’s womanhood.

“My turn,” Bruce said gruffly. “That mouth’s too good to go to waste on a fake cock.”

Diana reluctantly gave up her turn. Never in all her life had Zinda sucked off three cocks in a row, even if one was artificial. She felt Bruce’s prick sliding into her mouth, tasted its strong masculinity, the tart promise of cum blossoming from the tip of his glans.

“Good,” Bruce husked. “That’s good, Zinda. There’s nothing I like better than hot lips on my cock. Suck it, bitch. Show me how much you love having my prick in your mouth.”

He rammed himself in and out of Zinda’s sucking lips, his balls crashing into her chin. Already Bruce felt the urge to shoot his load down that hungry throat, but he knew that without Clark’s recovery time, that would be a waste. Far better to enjoy himself for a few quick strokes and save his cum for her pussy.

Bruce pulled out of her, only to slap his stiff prick against Zinda’s face. She moaned in shame.

“Great Hera,” Diana breathed, watching how he disrespected her.

“She likes it,” Bruce said, letting go of his cock only to grab Zinda’s head and aim her panting mouth at Clark. “She likes being a whore.”

Clark was silent as he stepped forward. He didn’t know if Zinda liked being a whore, but she definitely was one. 

He pressed his burgeoning erection back between her lips. It swelled into her mouth—Zinda sucked it hard, making it as stiff as she could get it. She kept pitching her mouth up and down his manhood until she could taste his precum seeping onto her tongue once more.

“Great Scott!” Clark said. “Damn, her mouth feels nice!”

Bruce grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her off of Clark’s member. It was obvious she was still trying to suck it. “If we’re all ready,” he said. “We don’t have time to waste. Let’s get this little slut on the bed and get started with her.”

Just like that, Zinda was thrown on the bed, Bruce and Diana and Clark crawling onto it with her. She felt Bruce’s rough, unshaven mouth on her breasts, tongue and teeth attacking her tender flesh. His gloved hand went between her thighs, slipping along her groin and entering her sex. Zinda’s eyelids fluttered. She couldn’t believe the tremor of excitement she felt, having three beautiful bodies teaming up on her. Maybe she was a slut. But who wouldn’t be, for these three?