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Merry Wives of Wayne Manor 2
🕑 Added 2023-04-11 00:00:01 +0000 UTCThe party only got wilder from there, like someone had dictated that she would love every minute of it more than the last. She’d already gotten her pussy eaten by Red Hood and been fucked by Red Robin. She quickly added to her body count.
Sixty-nining with Batgirl. Riding up and down on Robin’s stiff cock. Getting fucked in the mouth by Spoiler. And what she saw the others doing… from Shondra Kinsolving to Silver St. Cloud… none of them seemed to have any inhibitions. Whatever the Bats wanted to do with them, they happily followed suit. As gleefully sexual with these anonymous heroes as they would be with Bruce Wayne himself.
It was all so brazen that it became another source of eroticism. Vicki knew that as hard as she was coming for the boys and girls who guarded Gotham, she was coming even harder with Julie Madison in the corner, or Rachel Dawes beside her, or being sandwiched together with Summer Gleeson. All of them came and came and came, until it was hard for Vicki to remember that she was only dating Bruce or only fucking Batman’s team. She felt like a wild animal, sexing anything that moved.
It was hours before she found herself in a luxurious bedroom with Nightwing.
“I’ve been watching you, you horny little slut,” he said hotly. “You’ve really got me wondering how you’ll moan when you’ve got my prick inside you.”
“Show us both,” Vicki breathed back to him.
He pushed his hand between her legs and fingered her until he’d felt every inch of her cunt. And when she was squirming all over, desperate to fuck, he stood over her. Watching her writhe pleadingly on the big bed.
“Don’t tease me!” she gasped. “You think I haven’t been wondering about you too?”
“I’m not teasing. Just getting you ready.”
“For what?”
That was when Zorro joined the fun. The masked man had evidently been watching for a while; the huge, thick, stiff erection he sported was irresistible.
“Here you are, Zorro,” Nightwing chuckled. “All warmed up for you.”
Vicki stared up at the stranger and her mouth fell open in shock at her own wantonness as she let him pick up right where Nightwing had left off. He took his massive prick in hand and handled it like a wild horse into her ready pussy. Vicki sucked in breath, unable to release it as he fed himself into her inch by inch.
Her breathing came back, spurred on to go faster and faster as he loomed over her heaving breasts, urging still more of his endowment into her straining body. With half of it inside her and her toes curling, Vicki grabbed hold of him to kiss and fondle as much as she could. His costume offered little bare flesh for her to tantalize, but the feel of black silk where there wasn’t soft skin titillated her even more than nakedness.
He fucked her all but brutally, like a man who had hungered for her an eternity. And in a way, he had.
Driving his big cock into her accepting pussy, Zorro rasped “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Vicki moaned back, humping onto his wonderful prick, meaning it as much as she could mean anything in her ecstatic state.
“Then I guess you’re getting into the swing of having an open relationship,” he said and took his mask off.
Vicki’s eyes shot wide open. “Bruce!” Then they rolled back in her skull as she came, panting his name again and again.
Bruce showed no mercy. He kept fucking her through one climax and into another. She shivered and tensed and came again, fucked mindless by him. Only slowly did she come back to herself.
“Oh my God,” she trilled, trying to fuck him back now, fucking harder than ever now that she knew who she was in bed with. “I can’t believe it! What is this? What’s happening?”
“You don’t think I’d let a bunch of vigilantes with a flying rodent theme have all the fun?” Bruce asked, and rammed himself deep into her spasming cunt. “Just because I share my toys doesn’t mean I don’t play with them myself. Besides, I like knowing that I can fuck just as well as your average Teen Titan…”
That was all he had to say, all he needed to say. After that, he fucked Vicki until she thought she’d pass out, her last thought of how much pleasure she was feeling. But this was still just the beginning.
When he emptied his load into her roiling womanhood, she came with him for what felt like an hour. Then he was done with her—but nowhere near finished. Bruce rolled off her and regarded Nightwing, who had regained his erection while waiting his turn.
“I can see you’re impatient to have her again. I want more of her myself. But she has enough for both of us.”
Through the fog of her satiation, Vicki heard her lover’s words and gasped out a response: “Yes! Yes! Oh yes, I want both of you!”
Bruce shuffled up the bed until he was kneeling by her face, offering his wet cock up to it. “You’ll have to do some work on this,” he informed her.
“Yes, I’d love to!” she trilled and took it by hand into her eager mouth.
With his half-hard erection up against her lips, Vicki kissed and licked and sucked it until it was once again the bludgeoning club that had brought her such ecstasy. And all the while, Bruce fondled her swollen breasts and Nightwing caressed her hips.
By the time Bruce was hard, she was aching for them to go further, much further, into all the excitement that their foreplay had generated. And the two men were as anxious to fuck as she was.
They dragged Vicki off the bed and trapped her between their hard bodies. Nightwing was behind her—he worked his hard cock into her tight ass, Vicki begging for more with each inch he painstaking gave her. She pleaded as hard as she could with Bruce in front of her, kissing her solicitous mouth, urging his own erection up into her already well-used sex.
Both of them went into her smoothly, pleasurably, and Vicki swooned. She’d become inured to a certain level of sexuality, but this blew all her experience away, making her feel like a virgin again.
Only there was no pain. As harsh as their lust for her was, she felt only pleasure. She clung to Bruce while equally enjoying the feel of Nightwing pressed up against her back, kissing the one man and feeling the other suckle at her throat. She rolled her hips, fucking the cock in her hot pussy and in her tight asshole.
“Oh shit, I’m both of yours!” she moaned, feeling the two men both inside her at once. “I’m all yours…!”
She was so enthralled with her pleasure that when she came for the first time, it was a complete surprise. She gasped and moaned and even whined as their huge pricks kept fucking her. Vicki couldn’t get over how big they felt with all of her stretched taut, the space inside her so tiny for both their cocks. It made her feel like she was being reamed out, fucked to death twice over. Like she would never be the same after they finally finished having their way with her.
She’d never before been in such an ecstatic, lustful condition, coming hotly on Bruce’s rampaging erection while feeling the tingles from Nightwing’s cock in almost the same place.
“Bruce, Bruce… oh, how did you do this to me? Made me… made me such a whore! Nnhh! I shouldn’t love it, shouldn’t love it so much! Not two men! Not at the same time! Rrrgh! But I love being your whore!”
Bruce covered her mouth with his, preventing her from screaming as he shafted all of his manhood into her flooded pussy. “All of you do, in the end. For such different women, you really have a lot in common.”
“Ohhhh!” Vicki moaned, shuddering with pleasure beyond pleasure. With her mind recovered enough to realize all the taboos she’d broken, another level of sexual excitement had descended on her. It was all so dirty—and she absolutely loved it. “What girl wouldn’t love this?”
“Whoever she is,” Nightwing groaned. “She’s not invited here!”
Vicki surrendered to their rough play, fucking both men and knowing she was theirs to fuck.
It was all so delicious to her that a little while later, still in disbelief at how much stiff cock she was taking, she gasped “Little Red Riding Hood is going to be a lot bigger when you’re done with her!”
The men laughed lecherously, crushing her sweaty young body between theirs. Fucking hard and fast into both her holes as though trying to make her beg for mercy.
“I’m coming!” Vicki shrieked. “I’m fucking coming everywhere you’re fucking me!”
She quaked from head to toe, coming for both men. Laughing and even sobbing a little as they fucked away, getting closer and closer to their own release. Bruce took his turn first, pumping weighty ropes of cum up into her quivering belly. Then Nightwing let loose right into her bowels, making her feel even more stuffed than she already was.
Vicki didn’t know how their cum wasn’t coming out her mouth. It felt like it’d been crammed everywhere else.
Then she ceased to care. With two pumping cocks inside her, she lost herself in a sea of delight. Holding to Bruce feverishly, voiceless, but desperately grateful that he kept fucking her as she would’ve begged for if she were capable of speech. Vicki grunted and panted and cried and keened through the longest, most intoxicating orgasm she’d ever had.
When their cocks were finally drained, they retained a sort of bony hardness. Vicki went slack as if to make up for how they unbelievably stayed stiff. Her knees shook and her fingernails dug red furrows in Bruce’s broad shoulders while she convulsed and quivered and humped and worked out every last ounce of pleasure she’d been overloaded with.
Vicki was in seventh heaven long after they’d finished fucking her.
When they let go of her, Vicki flowed down to the floor like she was made of water. Ululating and moaning, writhing and twitching. Her cunt and anus were on fire; all of her was on fire. Her head was dizzy with the ecstatic memory of having two stiff cocks inside her. She didn’t know how the aftershocks of rapture would ever die down when she could still remember how she’d been sexually overwhelmed.
Her hands went to her breasts, her sex—she rubbed them, mauled them, even just felt them for a long time, feeling like she was made of pure pleasure, every last thought and action she had an echo of that soul-wrenching enjoyment she’d been blessed with.
The sensuality of her delirium was so absolute that she even forgot who had fucked her. From out of a mist of total satisfaction, she gasped “Zorro! Oh Zorro… I love you, Zorro…”
Later, she’d blush over the memory. As good a fuck as he was, imagine thinking Bruce Wayne was a costumed hero.
