Gotham Among Other Gods update

Kara Zor-El left the children’s room of Wayne Manor, her supersenses confirming that all of Bruce’s kids were sound asleep, healthy, and safe. 

She did not look very much like a babysitter, unless it was one out of a crass joke or tawdry soap opera—the same resemblance that a French maid might bear to a female who actually wiped counters and washed windows for a living. Not that there was anything tasteless or even openly sexual about Kara’s dress. She wore a simple black dress, its hem reaching to mid-thigh, its straps caressing her shoulders. But even twelve years ago, Kara’s youth was losing its innocence. Her creamy thighs showed firm toning under the sneaking skirt, while her double-D breasts pushed almost through the tightening cleavage of her dress, with barely room for her nipples. It seemed inevitable that her burgeoning muscles would shred this dress eventually—if her nipples didn’t do it first. Soft, they weren’t such a problem. But, in checking on the children, she’d also overheard what Bruce and Diana were doing.

The lord and lady of the house had snuck in with enough stealth to stymie even Kara, if temporarily. They evidently wanted to leave their children in Kara’s care long enough to bring their romantic evening out to a climax—perhaps more than one, judging by the way Diana was moaning.

Kara’s nipples pushed out until the fabric covering them was almost sheer. As if drawn by them, she walked forward. It wasn’t that she wanted to intrude on the Waynes’ privacy. In exchange for her superpowered protection of the children, Kara was being extremely well-paid. More than enough for her to cover for a little hanky-panky. But she still felt compelled to come closer and closer to the bedroom Bruce and Diana were in, even as she hypocritically refused to use her supersenses. She got so close that she could hear a muffled male groan with her naked ears. 

It actually struck her as a little ridiculous; even offensive. It would be one thing if they were overcome with lust after a night of fine dining and dancing. That would be forgivable. That kind of thing had happened to Kara—at least, she wished it would. A lot. But her supersenses couldn’t be lied to. When she’d arrived a few hours ago, it was obvious that Bruce and Diana had made love quite recently. She’d smelled the sweat, the musk, the drying juices on Bruce’s zipped-up manhood and the cooling cum deep inside of Diana. Bruce’s cock had been wetted to the hilt. The seed Diana carried inside her actually swelled her stomach out an iota. That should’ve been more than enough to satisfy them both. Yet here they were. Unable to keep their hands off of each other. Of course, there was no denying how attractive they both were—as a bisexual, Kara could appreciate both of them—but how could they not have had enough? Kara felt ashamed when she masturbated herself to more than one orgasm! They were worse than she was!

She stood there a moment, listening to Bruce’s soft panting and the creaking of the bed. Curiosity warred against her morals in great surges. Her blood was burning. She had to see this!

Taking off her shoes—a set of pumps that were ridiculous for a night of babysitting anyway—Kara padded quietly to where Bruce and Diana had ensconced themselves. The door was ajar, and she wondered if that was an open invitation or if they had just been so enraptured with each other that even their legendary control had slipped. Silently she made her way to it, looking inside, not even needing her X-ray vision: that alone made it an irresistible temptation.

Bruce sat on the foot of the bed, shirtless, his chiseled physique overcoming the scars and bruises marring his body to become the overweening impression Kara got. Diana wore only the slip she’d had on under her dress, its whiteness flowing over her statuesque body, pulling tight at her curvy hips and swollen breasts, modestly covering her groin and yet leaving miles of sweet thigh and sculpted calves for her to kneel on. She was curled up at Bruce’s groin, sucking and fondling the largest erection Kara had ever seen. She hadn’t imagined its size the last time Bruce had taken her. It really was big enough to even take on the lust she felt, seeing their bare bodies and enthusiastic lovemaking. 

From the time Kara had started watching, Diana had done no more than kiss Bruce’s cock, playing with it by running her hand over its length, but now she bowed to it, sliding her tongue up his shaft from the balls to the tip. Kara watched, transfixed, as Diana’s red lips parted and took in Bruce’s swollen knob like a sheath took a sword.

“Sweet Rao,” Kara groaned. Even she’d been hard-pressed to mouth all of that. It seemed unreal, but she could see it happening. She could hear Bruce moaning in pleasure. Whatever Diana did with her full lips, it had to be amazing.

Diana’s head rose and fell on Bruce’s groin, sending shimmering waves through her ebony hair, vibrant showcases of the pleasure Bruce must be feeling. And yet, Diana showed no sign of stress. Kara knew exactly how long and how thick Bruce was, had felt his stiff knob at the back of her throat. That cockhead had to be down around Diana’s tonsils every time she slid down Bruce’s length, the light caressing her darkly gleaming hair from every angle.

“Yes, Diana… yes,” Bruce growled, his visage seething with approval, seeming almost angry with the power Diana had over him, even as she bowed at his feet and worshipped his prick.

Kara felt jealous. She knew that Diana was Bruce’s wife—that for all his self-control, there must’ve been a hedonistic reason for him to marry her. After how appreciatively he’d used Kara, fucking Diana had to be even more sumptuous, more indulgent. After all, Bruce hadn’t made any move to marry her. And she was mesmerized by this passion that outdid her. Never before had she watched two people making love, and even though it was only oral sex, something Kara had done herself, she shivered with lust as she watched it done, so separate from her, so naughtily on display for her.

Part of her said that she should turn around and leave, even check on the children, but the urge to watch them would not be ignored. It felt like she was their slave—forced to watch them by the desire they provoked in her. Dominated by the mere sight of them, even as Bruce’s mortal flesh had so relentlessly conquered her back when they’d first made love.

Kara was aroused, maybe even more aroused than she’d been when Bruce fucked her. Her hands shook, and the only thing that stilled them was moving them closer to her cunt, closer and closer—Bruce and Diana were too busy with each other to notice her. She wouldn’t care if they did. Her pussy was on fire, she couldn’t stop watching, and there was no way she could keep looking at their passion for each other without doing something herself.

“Here it comes, Diana,” Bruce grunted. “Here’s what you… ghh… been waiting for…”

Her eyes wide, her heart thundering, Kara watched Diana’s throat fill with Bruce’s load, bulge, gulp it down in an orgy of straining throat muscles—swallowing and savoring every drop that Bruce spurted.

Her slender fingers grasped Bruce’s member and were almost rebuffed by how hard it was throbbing. But Diana held on, pumping his length to work the last of his seed from him. She sucked on his surrendering cock with obvious relish. Savoring it so hard that it made Kara’s mouth water, her lips tingle, her tongue twitch as though it were incomplete without a long, girthy cock to wrap around.

Diana slurped on Bruce’s cock without any concern for another woman being in the room, watching her every move, seeing every drop of cum as she sucked it down her gullet.

After Bruce was completely drained, Diana pulled her lips clear of his cock and lapped up the jizz that had trickled down over his length. She rubbed them into her lips and sucked them away, putting off for long seconds her return to Bruce’s cockhead, where she smacked her lips on the last drops to leave his scrotum.

When she was finished, she stood enough to seat herself on Bruce’s thigh and turned to Kara. “I hope you don’t mind watching the kids a little while longer—we just kind of got carried away. Bruce will remember this when he gives you the tip, of course.”

“I’d think the show should count as a gratuity,” Bruce muttered, his voice still deep in his throat. 

“Not from that angle,” Diana grinned. “She’d have to be much closer. Close enough to smell the sweat running down your balls when you’re trying not to come.” She purred, as if even now the memory were enough to send her into autoerotic bliss. “That’s the best part.”

Kara pulled her hands away from her mound, blushing radioactively. “I’d like the tip,” she said, having no idea what else to say. Her hands were trembling—too far away from her pussy now. Watching Diana suck Bruce off had confused her terribly; she didn’t know which of them she envied more. Her pussy was warm, clenching, the tension and the delicious thrill of being seen by them making her body quiver.

Bruce chuckled. “She wants the tip, Diana. Do you think we should give it to her?”

“Why not give her the whole thing?” Diana sighed back, voice rich with amusement, with lust. “She’s a very good babysitter.”

“If she’s so good with kids, maybe I should give her one of her own.”

Kara’s eyes shut. She quaked, knowing what was coming. She’d heard that tone in Bruce’s voice before, and though she’d never been lucky enough to hear Diana talking so dirtily to her before, there was no way the filthy thoughts that Diana’s voice provoked could be an accident. She could refuse, not allow herself to be seduced, but already she was impatient for them to beguile her. That wasn’t a good starting point to resisting temptation.

With a shock of reality, Kara realized Bruce had come up behind her: rising from the bed, stalking around the room, all without rousing her from her spaced-out little world. To her hearing, his footsteps should’ve been as loud as thunderbolts, but somehow, the most crushingly masculine man she’d ever encountered had proven himself to be too subtle for her.

He wrapped her lithe body in his arms, nuzzling at her neck. It wasn’t Diana’s mouth, the lips that had milked him of liquid ecstasy, but it was the mouth that Diana saw fit to have please her. It was more than enough to leave Kara vibrating with lust, her abundant breasts jiggling before Bruce even touched them. He chuckled against her racing pulse and ran his fingers along their thinly clothed contours, bringing up the flesh of her tits in goosepimples. Kara felt faint. She could take a punch from Lobo, but she didn’t know if she could take anymore of Bruce’s faint touch.

“Be honest, Kara,” Bruce rasped, removing one of her straps, allowing her conservative dress to dwindle down the slopes of her cleavage. “You came here to watch the kids, but you dressed to have us watch you.”

Diana was sitting on the bed now, legs apart, slip riding up her muscular thighs as Bruce had sat while she’d blown him. It made Kara want to take Diana’s place, to pleasure Diana as she had pleasured Bruce—whose hand slipped under her falling dress and fondled her tit. Kara shivered, aware of Diana’s eyes on her exposed breasts, Bruce’s tightening hand. Bruce was teasing Diana, denying her the sight of Kara’s nakedness, while enjoying the feel of it himself. 

Kara squirmed, not sure if it was more because of Bruce’s hands or Diana’s gaze. Her sex clenched at the lewdness of being caught between them. Her lips parted, panting, as Bruce’s other hand went under her skirt, fingertips running over her panties. 

“Soaking wet,” he husked in her ear, loud enough for Diana to overhear.

He rubbed and teased her swollen folds through her panties. Kara could virtually feel every fresh drop of her juices that was cajoled out by him fondling her.

“Surely she’s not our employee anymore. Now she’s our guest,” Diana crooned. “Let’s make her comfortable. Take her clothes off.”

Kara closed her eyes, keening deep in her chest as Bruce continued working her dress off of her. She shivered as the cool air touching her exposed body, though it made her feel hot, not cold. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, and Bruce left the dress pulled down to her waist as he suckled on her nipples, rubbing her thigh. It was far short of the pleasure she had felt when he’d been fingering her, but it still brought her to the brink of orgasm. He teased her by getting his massaging hand closer to her groin, inch by inch, making Kara certain that when he touched her there, she would come for him. Soon she was pumping her hips forward, trying to bring her sex to his hand.

With a chuckle, Bruce reached down her dress and reamed into her with two fingers. Kara’s eyes crossed as she came, her cream rushing out of her, soaking through her panties and into her bundled dress. She didn’t care. She’d never wear anything around Bruce and Diana, not ever again, not unless they made her.

Bruce held her until she’d shaken through the worst of her orgasm. He waited until she’d barely caught her breath, then flung her onto the bed. Diana helped her out of her panties and the rest of her dress as Bruce joined them on the bed. Kara spread her legs, opening herself to him. Her cunt was still wet and splayed from her orgasm, and Bruce fucked his fingers into her easily, with short, quick strokes that were careful not to let her come, even though she was tender enough to climax two or three more times. It was just enough to keep her strung out like a tightrope.

“That was wonderful,” Diana purred. “I almost came just seeing it. Almost a waste not to have a cock inside her cunt when a girl is coming that hard.”

Kara heard a buzzing and turned to see Diana holding a black vibrator in her hands, running its tip across her cleavage as she watched how Bruce played with Kara’s sex. Their eyes met. Kara flushed, feeling peculiarly both ashamed and proud to be so naked when Diana was still mostly dressed. And yet Diana looked at her with unbridled lust, eagerly taking in how Kara’s body slavishly rolled with Bruce’s touch.

With Kara on her side, Bruce pushed aside her generous buttocks and felt out her anus. Kara moaned with embarrassed rapture as his middle finger slid inside her ass. She trembled with a need for more, rocking her hips back and forth, from his fingers at her sex to his fingers between her asscheeks. He stroked her in both places at once, showing her that all he needed was one hand to completely control her pleasure.

“Oh, Rao, give me more!” Kara finally cried out. “Make me come for you… you know I’ll come for you!”

Bruce would not, although he grinned contentedly to have Kara begging. Pulling his hand away, he picked up Kara’s uppermost leg and rested it on his shoulder, spreading Kara like an opened pair of scissors. Diana laid down in front of Kara, looking down with sweet interest in the reveal of Kara’s cunt. Kara automatically tried to reach down to cover herself, but Diana as she grabbed her wrists and held them tight.

“Don’t be bashful, sister. It’s beautiful. In both how it looks and how it feels.”

Diana brought Kara’s hands up above their heads, transferring them into one hand as she brought her other down. Kara gasped, feeling Diana’s touch move over her thigh, fluttering across the curve inside her lap, and down into the steamy pleasure of contact with Kara’s swollen sex. A rolling fingertip drew open Kara’s labia, exposing the glossy pink of her arousal.

Bruce’s hand joined his wife, his thumb pushing to the bottom of Kara’s womanhood while his fingers crested her perineum and slotted between her buttocks, once more touching inside of her. This time the feel of it overwhelmed the embarrassment of being touched so intimately. Her head fell to the bedspread, rubbing her cheek against it as she tried to hold herself still to receive more.

At the top of her slit, Diana circled Kara’s clitoris with deft fingers. The blonde quivered and moaned as both her lovers manipulated the sensitive opening of her rectum and the vulnerable folds of her pussy. She was utterly in their power. Her legs were opened up and all of her nude body was offered up to them. All she had to do was lie there and enjoy their greedy perusal of their body. It was the best pleasure of her life, being shared between the two of them. 

“That’s good. Relax. There’s nothing to be ashamed of here,” Diana breathed into her hair. “We both think you deserve to feel… wonderful.”

The vibrator buzzed again, coming to the forefront of Kara’s consciousness—she could hear it, knew it would touch her, and then she felt it actually connecting with her womanhood. Kara moaned, thinking correctly that she was pleasing Diana by giving into the exquisite sensations flowing outward from where Diana used the vibrator on her.

“Do you think you’re ready to have it inside you?” Diana teased lightly, her words belying the care she took to maximize Kara’s pleasure and not allow her even a hint of pain. It was an entirely different feeling from Bruce’s brusque treatment—a pained bitter-sweetness that Kara suspected Diana liked. She liked it too—as much as she liked the almost-numbing overflow of the rapture Diana brought.

“I don’t care if I’m ready!” Kara wailed. “I just can’t take you teasing me anymore. I want both of you! I want you right now!”

Diana laughed, letting the vibrator probe gently deeper—almost deep enough to satisfy Kara. It didn’t overwhelm her, but only too much would be enough. Meanwhile, Bruce’s middle finger kept stroking inside of Kara’s asshole. He added his ring finger. Kara trembled as her once-untouched anus now stretched fuller than ever.

“Great Rao!” Kara cried. “What are you making me feel?”

Diana smiled as she sent the vibrator a little deeper, adding another note of ecstasy to the symphony that frustratingly refused to overtake Kara. “You can’t fool us. You love it. The only thing you don’t want us to do is stop.”

“She’s in heaven,” Bruce agreed. “How long will it take before she loses control?”

“Not long,” Diana laughed. “All she has to do is relax and let it happen…”

Bruce’s fingers relentlessly pleasured Kara’s openings, while Diana weaved the vibrator along the top of Kara’s slit without ever bringing it to her clit. The teasing pulled away all of Kara’s control. She moaned, cooed, little more than a musical instrument for the two of them to play. Every new touch she felt, every fresh stroke of the vibrator brought a sound from her straining body. Kara shuddered and heaved, her head drifting back, her mouth wide open as she absorbed the sensations they wrung from her flesh.

Diana released Kara’s hands, not that she could think to move them. Interlocking her fingers with one, Diana brought it to down to Bruce’s groin, pushing it against his throbbing arousal to reawaken Kara to her sense of touch. She eagerly closed her fingers around Bruce’s hard length, pumping it, reveling in how it pulsed even harder inside her fist. Bruce was joining her in her ecstasy, and Diana rewarded her for that, slipping the vibrator further and further into her sex.

“Such a good girl,” Diana sighed. “So grateful.”

“Oh shit,” Kara moaned. “Please, shit, please, Diana…”

Diana breathed in the sweet smell of Kara’s sweat coursing from her pores as she slowly drew the vibrator in and out of Kara’s clutching womanhood. Bruce moved his fingers inside of Kara at the same pace, reaching across Kara with her other hand to finger Diana. She sighed gratifyingly as Bruce pleasured her. 

Kara was mad with lust now, little more than a wild desire to reciprocate. She focused all her concentration on pumping Bruce’s cock and was barely able to hold that simple task in mind when their dual attentions had her body on fire. The insides of her thighs were soaked with her flowing cream and she tossed her golden hair from side to side, still pleading for more where a lesser woman would have fainted dead away from the pleasure she was feeling.

“Keep going, keep going!” she begged. “Oh Rao, I promise—promise I can take it!”

Diana smiled as she dragged the vibrator up to Kara’s clit. “Swear to Aphrodite, sister. I’ve been praying to her for someone as sweet as you.”

Kara heaved and groaned and thrust her body against both their hands. Diana held Kara in place with one hand while the other kept the vibrator at her twitching little button. “Aphrodite!” Kara screamed. “Oh, sweet fucking Aphrodite!”

Squeezing his thumb and fingers together, Bruce massaged the taut flesh that separated Kara’s two spaces. The new sensation, the charged touch on both of her places at once, carried her over the brink. She came like she was orgasming for both of them, climaxing twice over, her sex convulsing and her legs shaking as the spasms hit her over and over again.

“Motherfucker!” Kara gasped, before passing out entirely.

Bruce and Diana took their hands away as she continued to tremble, her cunt clenching its way through spurting squirts that Kara could only feel as a smiling dream.

“She has potential,” Diana said approvingly as she finally shed her slip, “but she’ll need training.”

“So did I,” Bruce pointed out.

“You’re a natural,” Diana retorted. “Which is why you don’t get to pass out until I’ve had four of those.” She pointed to Kara’s groin as the blonde quaked out the dregs of her ejaculation, Kara moaning in her sleep.

“Think Kara will be angry she missed it?”

“We’ll make it up to her,” Diana said, assuming the position. “But right now, I intend to take full advantage of not having to worry about her keeping up.”