Chapter 1: Batman/Wonder Woman
He was a man. But he was safe. Both of her arms settled around his shoulders as he snuck a gentle kiss into her neck. Waiting for their fiery arousal to turn into smiling relaxation.
“This is what we needed to get out of our system?” Diana asked.
“There’s more.” Bruce smiled.
“Hmmm.’” She said, raising an eyebrow. Her face had the most wonderful blush.
She ripped apart the front of his pants as if it were construction paper.
“There’s always more. Isn’t there?” she said.
Her bare thigh raised up and slid over his erection.
“We kiss like we’ve been lovers before.” she said.
Never contemplating the thought, he went in to kiss her. But she took a moment to step back and remove his cowl.
“What else feels familiar?” she asked.
She leaned him onto the floor. And nibbled on his body the same way that he nibbled on her neck.
Wonder Woman’s sweat drenched hair slid on top of his stomach, causing Bruce to let out a deep moan of approval
He had never been with a woman with superhuman strength. Her capabilities of giving him oral sex caused his imagination to go in dark places. Had she and Steve even tried it during the turn of the century? Surely… thee had to be others?
They took a deep breath as she smiled at his cock. Without being a tease she began to give the tip a passionate kiss. He was usually a slow, skillful lover. But his natural impulses got the best of him as the Amazon proceeded to seduce him deeper into her spell.
She took him in deeply. There was no discomfort at all. Despite her power over him and everyone else. Every lick. Every amount of suction against his manhood came in a loving, almost nurturing manor.
Her brown eyes. Her soft cheeks. Her sweat covered forehead. She was submitting herself to him in this moment. It wasn’t gratitude like the models that he randomly found himself after a long night at a Gala.
It was respect. Knowing that both of their journeys deserved to move past the pains and enjoy moments. Like this.
“Cum, my knight of a thousand lives. Our souls needed to return to this.” Diana said.
She tentatively touched her tongue to his most sensitive spot and began to stroke his shaft a few more times. The sound of her singing gave his balls a quick but pleasurable feel. His eyes half closed, he didn’t have a moment to give her much warning.
Luckily her instincts came through and she began to feel the first drop of semen hit her tongue. She used a soothing amount of suction to take in what she could.
He gazed at her. She was naive to pornography and still enjoyed having her mouth filled with cum.
“I think I’m in love with you.” was all he could muster.
At the moment he didn’t know if it was Bruce or Batman saying that. Or maybe both.
“This is not the first time you’ve said that.” Diana said.
Chapter 2: Batman/Black Canary
Black Canary’s nails tickled the light amount of hair about his belly. With his pants down to his ankles Batman began to undress his top half.
“You don’t want to leave the mask on?” she asked.
“It’s just a part of the uniform. I guess it’s to tell the world that I’m rejecting the laws of authority. And that they should fear me.” he said.
“When I first heard about you. I thought you were some vampire.” she laughed to herself.
“I get that a lot.” Bruce said.
Her last lover was a vocal revolutionary that ended being a rat to his own revolution. Turning in the poor so he could remain free in his rich dad’s house. His confusion and lack of confidence in bed should have been a sign that he was going to be an utter coward.
And of all the places.
She was in Wayne Manor. Beside the fireplace. Drinking whiskey that cost as much as her motorcycle. Knees on the rug for Bruce Wayne.
The warmth of the fireplace hit the side of her cheek and she breathed slowly onto Bruce’s prick. He kept his eyes wide open. Soaking in the view of Laurel. She had disposed of her leather catsuit but kept on thigh high boots. She cradled his cock back and forth, showing off her pretty tongue to him.
On Patrol. On the rooftops. She was deeply uncomfortable losing control. That is why he’d never dare ask Laurel to be a sidekick or partner. So when she flipped back her white locks to go down on her, he knew that the blowjob was just as much for her as it was for him.
He did his best not to lose control either. Giving a nod of his head and a relaxed grown to show her his satisfaction.
The delicious site of her sinister lips as she began to use her diaphragm to suck in his cock was tempting for him to give in and lose control. But he took the glass of whiskey and had a sip.
She stopped. Bruce gave her a look that said “you’re not finished.”
Placing her hand at the center of his chest she began to push him down to the floor. Batman countered Black Canary and kissed her. Their tongues had yet to penetrate any further beyond their lips. But now they were joined.
“Are we fucking tonight or heading to bed?” he asked.
“Is your plan to fuck me?” Laurel asked.
He placed his head between her breasts. Taking a gentle bite of her nipple and puling it back for her to get out a moan. He didn’t want her tiny nubs to be sore, but he wanted her to feel his impatient desire.
“I’m going to fuck you.” Batman said.
“Is that what you want?” Black Canary asked.
His blue eyes met hers. “I want to fuck you.”
“How about I think about it?” Black Canary said.
She placed his back deep into the floor. And then slowly she rubbed herself against the erection. He could feel her folds glide over his cock flesh. She teased her clitoris against the tip. They were both causing each other frustration. A perfect metaphor for their relationship as a whole.
She wanted him to buck in and thrust in. But he held still. She wanted to hear him beg her to ride him. But he just squeezed her tits and rolled a thumb over her nipple driving her into her own temptation.
In a moment of frustration she spun them around. They gazed at each other silently. Knowing that the game didn’t have to continue. Her eyes widened. So did his. They met together one last time for a kiss, showing their desperation for release.
“Wider.” Batman said.
“Huh?” Black Canary asked.
“Your legs. Spread them.” Batman said.
He grabbed her tight butt and she widened her legs and slowly wrapped them around his waist. With that moment she began to feel Batman’s large cock enter her pussy. There was no going back.
Each time he thrust he grabbed her ass a little bit more. She began to kiss his chest, taking in the combination of his cock rhythmically filling her and the sound of his balls slapping against her wet core.
She did her best to move with him. It only helped stretch her out in a way that no man had done before.
“Is this the best I can get from Batman? Or was Catwoman making it up?” she smiled.
“Is your plan to challenge me?” Batman said.
She nodded playfully. Batman hammered home into his protege’s wet cunt. As her orgasm neared she stopped him to stay in one place. One perfect fucking place. Before she clamped down hard onto his manhood.
“You’re making me cum you little fucking bitch.” Batman said.
This sent her to another level as she knew that his cum was flowing into her. They held each other tightly. The fact that Bruce’s frame hulked over her didn’t bother her in the way it normally would have.
“Thanks.” she said.
She found her catsuit on the floor and searched for her domino mask.
There wasn’t cuddle. There wasn’t aftercare. Not even a friendly kiss.
“Thanks?” he asked.
“Yeah. I needed that. Thanks.” she said.
They had had passionate sex and her personality was now indifferent. Not even for dramatic effect like Selina or Talia.
“You can spend the night.” He said.
“I like my own bed. And I’m going to need to wake up early in the morning.” she said.
He had made her cum. At least twice. Suddenly the Dark Knight felt weak. From the corner of her eye she saw the contemplation of an attractive, wealthy man.
“I like you enough to fuck you. But I don’t know if I can hold you.” she said.
“We’ll have to see about that some other time.” Bruce said. Covering himself up and searching for his pants.
Chapter 3: Batman/Huntress
Helena made him uncomfortable. Whether it was the way she taunted her enemies. The way she beat them to a point where she could face criminal charges. Or the way she looked in her short, leather purple skirt while he tried to bypass his way through Police Records on the Batcomputer at 3 AM.
They were fortunate that he was sitting in a chair in a dark cave. He felt his erection rise against his batsuit.
Her Italian tan looked wonderful as her plump breasts squeezed through the generous V of her costume. He had hoped Batgirl could convince her to wear something that Harvey Dent wouldn’t lust after.
“Alfred….è via?” she muttered in Italian.
He nodded.
“He left some berries that he picked from our estate. Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Very.” she said. “Where is the button to lock this place up. I don’t want Grayson or Drake to see this.”
He searched the keyboard.
“Unless you want them to?” Huntress said, nibbling his ear.
He pressed a button.
“Consider this a training exercise.” Batman said.
He pulls her into his lap so she’s facing him.
“Stop looking at that computer. Your eyes can handle my body for a few minutes.” she said.
He inhaled her dark, perfumed hair. And her hand grazed over his strumble.
She moves her tits out of her costume with ease and places his hand onto her ass. She’s wearing expensive lingerie. She looks so fantastic in it that he considers buying the company it came from.
They kiss with pure passion. The way she sees mistresses kiss a married man that has been searching for love for 30 years.
She loves to nibble on his lower lip. It’s strong but not too thick. His chest. His abs. His waist. He’s a veteran now but he still maintains everything so well.
He could easily have her anywhere. The locker room shower. The hood of the Batmobile. The bed in the makeshift infirmary.
But as she feels his throbbing erection, Helena knows that it ends on this chair.
They strip each other’s clothes off. She squeals as he feels the wet patch in her underwear and he notices the small mound of hair above her womanhood.
“I’m sorry I forgot to shave.” she mutters.
“Don’t be sorry for something I love.”
He places her on the desk and gets onto his knees. Wasting no time spreading her legs and burying his face into the sweet wetness of his partner.
The underwear falls off her toes and she picks up a berry that Alfred left for Bruce and puts it into her mouth.
“Does it taste sweet to you, Bruce?” Helena asks.
He doesn’t waste a second to answer. Only taking a swift moment to breath as he leverages his tongue to conquer her rose bud.
“Dolce del miele” he says.
Exiting the game, she slowly falls into her own impending orgasm. His tongue takes over and she’s engaged in the full ride.
They are horrible partners. But in the few times they’ve had sex, he knows her better than any lover she’s had. Her orgasm opens up like an unhinged door. Her cum begins to flow down the keyboard and down Bruce’s perfect jawline.
“Don’t clean it up before Barbara gets in.” she smiled.
His cock drips with precum. They have a moment of wordless communication. She simply nods as he wastes little time to enter her waiting pussy.
His eyes squint and she kisses him. She reminds him to grab her large muscular ass. He’s never gone into a pussy so wet and wanting before. It only takes a moment before he puts another hand on her ass cheek and she leans back just a bit so he can hammer it home.
It’s perfect. It’s primal. The only thing that changes in the moment is the length of their complimenting moans.
“Give me everything you’ve been holding in Batman.” Huntress growls.
"Mi fai impazzire." he says.
“Ti voglio più di ogni altra cosa.” she replies.
Batman climaxes first. Jets of cum enter her womanhood. He leans in to kiss her as his own needs have been fulfilled. She finishes her own orgasm and her legs spasm involuntarily on the desk. He pulls out and they take a moment to admire their creation of cum flowing out onto her tanned skin.
Huntress takes a blackberry from the bowl and glazes the tip. Swirling some of it in their cum before eating it.
She takes the first bite and feeds Batman the second.
“I hope you recorded this on one of your cameras for later.” she winks.
Chapter 4: Superman/Starfire
After a close run-in with Luthor, The League had created a mentorship program for the Titans. After all. Why should Robin be the only one who gets to have mentorship from a league member.
Every weekend for 4 months, Superman was Starfire’s personal mentor. Starfire’s vibrant kindness and corny sense of humor was a nice change of pace from the rest of the League. Unlike other heroines, she didn’t have a major vendetta with a villain that kept her in her costume. She wore her tiny purple skirt and top it because it was the right thing.
“That’s Robin’s girlfriend.” Superman said to himself as he eyed her body.
There was a part of Clark that loved bossy, driven women. But as puberty came into full bloom, he found himself more naturally attracted to athletic, curvy women. Lois was naturally thin and considered her walk to work exercise. So being around Diana, Hawkgirl, and now Starfire was hard for him to control deeper urges that ran deep into his kryptonian blood.
“So, Superman. Are we going to be alone tonight?” she asked as she brought in her gym bag.
Unintentional undertones gave Clark dark masterbation fantasies for months. He wanted to use his power in passion more than hold it back, and he knew that with her body she could candle it.
Superman was not alone in these feelings. Starfire had yet to experience a full orgasm with Robin. During their break she had a drunken attempt of double penetration with Cyborg and Beast Boy that had almost made her turned off from sex completely.
Clark had the top half of his costume off. It was better than any of her daydreams of him. He was too nice to take her. And then there was Lois. But nonetheless the power dynamic and his perfect body gave her plenty of time to explore her sexual urges in private over the past few months.
Clark guided her through an old mission the League had several years prior. She turned off the part of her brain that was supposed to listen and contemplated what it would be like to lick sweat off of his chest and abs.
They were aliens. And although cross breeding with humans was banned, she knew her mother and grandmother had a thing for Kryptonian men that made the rest of the men jealous beyond belief.
“Luckily I was able to get out of Bizzaro’s hold or we wouldn’t have made it.” Clark said.
“I’m sorry. But can you show me how to defeat Bizzaro? If someone more powerful than me contains both of my arms and we don’t have that much time…” she said.
“Let’s get to the training room.” Clark said.
There was a slight twinkle in their eyes. Clark didn’t pick up any of her signals. But part of her liked that.
The worst that could happen was that this turned into extra masturbation material for her later tonight.
Clark stepped behind her and used his arm to cover both of her arms. His other arm moved to her leg. He felt it move in a way where he contemplated if she was asking for more. By he shook his head.
“Now I want you to release one leg and tip and roll over. So his arm hits the floor. And once it does you begin to fight.” Clark said.
She began to move. But she wasn’t following instructions. Instead she swayed just enough so his hand floated over the crotch of her costume. Clark pedaled back a bit as he felt her firm ass squeeze against his already half hard cock.
He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy through her uniform. She nodded for more and lustfully put a hand onto his cheek. Superman leaned closer and kissed his younger protege on the mouth. Their tongues connected until she let out a deep sigh of relief.
Her hand fiddled past the elastic of his tights and found his cock. She imagined what it would be like to lick her way down his length, but for the moment she used her skill in pumping his cock while kissing him. Fucked by the Boy Wonder was one thing. Fucked by a man was completely different.
Lifting one leg she let herself fall onto the floor. Bringing his back to the ground. She shed her underwear but left the short purple skirt, top, and boots on. This is just how Clark had masturbated to it a few night prior. She wasted no time engorging her saturated pussy with his cock.
“Ride me slowly. I want to remember this.” Superman said.
“Make me your own tonight.” she said, taking her shirt off and throwing it to the floor. He pulled his off as well. And for the first time their flesh touched. Lois would never forgive him. But he would never forgive himself for not getting want he desired.
She raised her fantastic tits up for him to devour. His lips and tongue began to kiss the contours of her neck, her throat, and finally her breasts. Her nipples were already erect and she cried out as the build up to her first orgasm was underway.
Flipping her over with all of his power she stretched her legs back and apart. Giving the superhero unrestricted access to her tight pussy.
“Yes. Just like that. That’s even better than before!” Starfire cried out.
Just as she began to lose herself, his eyes turned red. Her own turned orange.
“Do it.” she said. “I can take it.”
Both of their bodies began to heat up as she began convulsing. He sped up to a speed she could only imagine and her hips countered, giving him the friction he needed. He felt a wave of warm, alien fluid release onto his cock. It was better than Lois, Lana, or even Diana. Blood raced from his head to his cock and back, preparing him for an orgasm he hadn’t felt in his life. His eyes went from red to glowing white. As did hers.
He moved so perfectly she felt the throbbing of his cock and the stroke past her lips all at once as she orgasmed. His body was tightening and they both saw a glowing between his cock and her flowing pussy.
It didn’t scare either one of them. It felt like love.
“I think that’s my cum going inside of you Kori.” Superman said.
“Don’t stop. Keep fucking me.” Starfire replied.
She was beginning to feel full of satisfaction. And love. Maybe this isn’t what their ancestors wanted 100 years ago. But it felt like it was what they wanted for the both of them now.
Presperiation on both of their bodies they simply waited for each other’s climax to slowly dwindle into the desperate need to catch their breath. Almost like a scientist Clark let his cock slide out of the young Titan’s pussy. There weren’t any signs of the glowing fluid anymore.
The idea that he had gotten her pregnant was in his head, but now was not the time to have that conversation. Instead she snuggled into his chest and gave him a thankful kiss on the cheek. Neither said a word to each other. But neither were going to sleep for some time.
Chapter 5: Batman/Black Canary/Huntress
The Gotham Subway tracks were quiet during these tense times. Batman had scoped it out for almost a week. A missing employee on nightwatch. Several tons of stolen explosives. All of it led him to believe that one of his many adversaries was up to something sinister.
Black Canary was a nice addition to the investigation. Their evengings mostly focused on finding the stolen explosives, but the sex was fun.
They developed a new found love for the quickie. Bruce’s upbringing in high society martini lounges made him think that it’d be impossible to get a woman to completion in three minutes. But Laurel was proving him wrong. Perhaps it came down to the fact that they were beginning to gain respect for each other's lifestyles.
“So sorry I’m late.” a voice said from behind.
“Batman. You know Helena?” Laurel asked.
“You should always use Huntress when we’re on patrol.” Helena said. “And hello, Bruce.”
She gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek. He had slept with both women before. And even though he had no intention of being with either romantically, he was concerned that a competition could brew.
But the patrol worked out better than he thought. Laurel and Helena made an excellent team and found trackers together that presented enough clues to GCPD to shut the subway down for the week.
They retired to the Batcave where Alfred brought in leftovers from a Charity Event held at the Manor.
Still in their costume, Laurel and Helena took turns searching for pictures of celebrities and Gotham bachelors they thought were hot. It was more of a sleepover than a debriefing session, but he wasn’t the leader anymore. He was just Bruce.
“Look at this one.” Laurel said.
“Laurel. I don’t think that should be on the entire Batcave monitor.” Helena said.
“Do you want it on a smaller screen?” Laurel asked.
Helena nodded.
Wearing only the simple black undersuit he kept under his uniform, Bruce looked at the screen. It was of a hockey player holding his cock in a selfie.
“His wife leaked them after she caught him with the nanny.” Laurel said.
They just shook their head.
“There’s nothing better than looking at a pretty cock though.” Laurel sighed.
At that moment they both looked at Bruce who was placing his uniform back in its chamber.
“So many photos hide the balls. I want to see the whole package that I’m getting.” Helena said.
“I love looking at it right after it’s in my mouth. It’s like a nice floor after I clean it. It makes my pussy get so wet.” Laurel said.
“When’s the last time you saw a nice cock?” Helena asked.
“Too long.” Laurel sighed.
She looked at Bruce until he looked back at her. She placed her legs on the seat so he could enjoy the view of him.
“You slut. You said you got a pretty nice one last night.” Helena replied.
“Yeah, but it was a quickie. And I’ve been thinking of doing something different.” Laurel said.
“Don’t get any ideas around me.” Helena said.
“Should we be careful talking about this around Bruce? I know he’s mature. And Alfred didn’t do a half bad job of giving him manners. But men tend to think that women are desperate to get them in bed.” Laurel said.
"Men can be shallow. They seem to think every woman is desperate to screw them with just a look."
Bruce made eye contact with both of them. Laurel was an open book when it came to her bisexual side. But he had wondered if Helena would ever entertain the thought of sharing a lover. Along with her competitive side, she thrived on the intimacy for him to believe that she’s could participate in a threesome.
“Bruce is it alright if we sleep in a guest room in the Manor tonight?” Helena asked.
“Be our guest. I’ll arrange for Alfred to drive you home in the morning.” Bruce said.
“You’re really letting Helena off to sleep?” Laurel asked.
“If she’s tired she should. We have a long weekend ahead of us.” Bruce said.
“She just spent 20 minutes looking at cocks on your computer. It’s hardly the right thing to just let her go to bed, horny as hell, without offering her some assistance.” Laurel said.
“Are you offering me advice as a gentleman?” Bruce said.
“I should just find her one. That’s what she needs.” Laurel said.
Bruce couldn’t read Helena’s face during all of this.
“Can Bruce show you his cock before you retire for the evening?” Laurel asked.
Helena looked at Bruce, and her instigator Laurel.
“It depends. Is it already hard?” Helena said.
Bruce paused for a moment. He looked down and noticed a small bulge building in his tights. He was aware that they’d be satisfied if they just winded him up for the evening. And that the professional thing to do, especially in times like these, was to be the better man.
“Bruce has a very pretty cock, Helena. But I don’t know if it’s hard.” Laurel said.
“Oh,” Helena said. “I’ve seen it. I just can’t remember if it’s pretty or not.”
They began to get closer to him. Like two wolves closing in on a rabbit. Both eyeing each other to see who would make the first move.
“Of course. You wouldn’t mind showing it to us. Bruce?” Laurel asked.
They were fully closed in on him. Bodies, still in costume, brushing against his.
Helena fake pouted. And swiftly took command as she placed a single gloved finger down his elastic waistband.
“Well….” Bruce said.
“Well?” Laurel said. Tracing the other side of his undersuit’s elastic waistband.
“I do have plans to meet Silver St. Cloud tonight. So I should get going.” Bruce said.
“Oh. Well. Bruce this will be really quick. I hear from Laurel you’ve been. Very Very good at being quick lately.” Helena said.
They both licked their lips. And slowly peeled down his pants until his cock was freed from the tight confines of his outfit.
“I was wrong.” Laurel said.
“You were?” Helena asked.
“You were right. Once you see the balls and cock together. That’s the best part.” Laurel said.
They both gently took the cock in their hand. Watching it lengthen a tiny bit more as their gloved palms made it twitch.
“Where are our manners.” Helena said.
She began to strip out of her own outfit. Giving Bruce one hell of a show as Laurel played with his cock in her hands, giving a devilish smile.
Despite being tan, Helena’s face had a wonderful blush and glow to it. She showed off her large ass and sizeable tits and gave him a playful bounce.
Once Helena was completely naked she spanked Laurel’s ass so loudly that the bats in the cave began to disperse.
“Hurry up. Bruce is in a rush and making time for us.” Helena said.
Laurel got off of her knees and began to strip for Bruce as well.
“Oh look, Laurel. Bruce. Do you have a thing for spanking?” Helena said.
A small amount of pre-cum exited the tip of his cock. Helena turned a soft carressing stroke into a tug to see if there was any more that could be displayed and there was.
“I think he just has a thing for Bats.” Laurel said.
She stripped out of her costume and showed off a golden thong with a Batman logo on it. Giving him a view to remember she slowly got on her knees next to Helena.
“Be careful.” Helena said. “He doesn’t let anyone wear the symbol.”
There was only enough pre-cum for one of them. Helena knew the deeper meaning of her last comment. The years of heated arguments about Huntress’s role on the team. But she was past it and flicked her tongue on his cock to capture the beautiful pearly drop.
“He tastes really good tonight.” Helena said.
“Let’s take turns. Each one of us gets 10 seconds. Whoever gets the load gets to fuck him tonight.” Laurel said.
“Oh. But doesn’t he have to see Silver?” Helena said.
“I’m sure he’ll have adequate time.” Laurel said.
"No, but it sounds fun." Helena said.
"Hmmm. Is it alright if I start us off?" Laurel asked.
“Tell me you have a watch to time us?” Helena asked.
Laurel pointed to a clock in the cave. Waited for the it to the 12 and then leaned forward sucking the head into her mouth. It was getting hot underneath his mask. And his cock. But the sight of both girls seducing him from below with their eyes was well worth the consequence.
“That’s ten.” Helena said.
She took the cock away and flicked her Italian tongue up and down his shaft while using an ungloved hand to stroke it.
“My turn.” Laurel said.
She wasted no time in deep throating him. Only a slight second was her getting over her gag reflex.
Huntress pulled back Black Canary a few more times. Both of the ladies took time to strip out of their underwear and fill the room with their sweet scent.
“I want that cum in my mouth, Bruce. So I can have this cock right here for later.” Laurel said.
They traded off again.
“You know you want to suck on my tits while bouncing on this huge cock.” Helena said.
Bruce was quickly looking at the cock as well. They had only sucked him off for two minutes but he could feel himself start to lose control. At any moment semen was going to jet out of his cock and into one of his partner’s mouths.
Laurel kept deep throating him in hier willing mouth. Begging him to push her head deeper. As she let go Helena rolled her entire tongue over his cockhead but he pushed away. Taking it as a sign that it was her turn, Laurel moved in. But instead Bruce pushed Helena to the ground, lifted up her skirt, and slid his cock straight into her warm pussy. She had nodded approval while kissing him slowly. It spasmed straight into her and his face alone made Helena fall into her own orgasm.
Laurel looked at the wondrous sight. Partially impressed by Bruce’s
"You lucky slut." Laurel said softly.
“Get back on the ground.” Batman said. “I’m not threw with you either.”
“Guess I’m the lucky slut now.” Laurel said, twisting herself onto all fours while waiting in anticipation for Bruce to slide in her from behind.
Silver St. Cloud would have to wait a little bit longer tonight.