Chapter 11

Bruce is laying quietly in his King-sized bed, having been tossing and turning all night. His mind a thousand different places, a thousand different thoughts, when he starts remembering an event two months ago, it was normal, Monday morning for him...

The bank vault door suddenly slams closed. Batman looks at it, searching for a way to open it from the inside.

“Thank you for saving us,” Lacey White says, a local newscaster. She is a buxom brunette with glassy blue eyes.

“Since the vault door locks from the outside, I’ll have to find a weak wall and blow us out,” Batman deduces as he pulls out his explosive gel.

“Wait! We don’t need to leave right now,” Natalie Dorset voices, a journalist for the Gotham Gazette. Aside from her brown eyes, she looked just like Lacey with a smaller rack. They were probably sisters or close friends.

“Yes, I can tell from your stiff, broad shoulders that you need a break,” Lacey
replies, as she put her hands-on Batman. Natalie joins in and takes his upper arm in her hands. Both of them rub his taut muscles through his Batsuit, while slowly removing his equipment. Their hands drift lower and lower until they kneel and fondle his thick thighs. He leans back against the vault door as they work his codpiece down to his ankles and reveal his huge thick cock. The two marvels at its massive size and cradle the mighty shaft in their hands and admire how tiny their hands look in comparison. Then he puts his hands on their heads to stroke their silky hair. Lacey takes his touch to suckle his cock head while she strokes his shaft. Natalie moves down lower and sniffs his musky ballsack. Her tongue tickles his sack as she bounces the ball on her tongue while Natalie holds the base steady. The two heads meet in the middle and hotdog his cock with their lips as they switch places with Natalie lapping up his precum while Lacey kisses his nuts.

After several minutes of the women duel blowjob, Batman quivers and forces Natalie down on his cock, as he dumps his first load down her gullet. She desperately breathes through her nose as she tries to not drown in his jism. She swallows the first spurt, but then chokes on the second, coughing it back up and it smears her lips, chin, and blouse. Still, Lacey keeps his cock aimed squarely at her face and covers Natalie’s face in cum.

“What a waste,” Lacey comments, as she uses his cock to slap the cum-smeared woman on the cheek. She beats Natalie a few more times with the fleshy truncheon before aiming the tip at herself, “Now, I’ll show you how to really suck off this cock.”

Lacey then tries her best to deepthroat him, but only gets as far as Natalie did. The difference is she thrashes her tongue along his underside as she exhales out her nose and strokes the shaft fast and hard, demanding that he cum immediately without saying a word. After several more minutes, of Lacey’s grade-A blowjob, Batman dumps his second load down her throat, but since Lacey now knows how much he can spurt, she focused on deep swallows. While she guzzles his cum, Natalie opens up Lacey’s blouse, revealing her large D tits, to take Lacey by surprise and break her concentration. While Lacey’s glassy blue eyes open wide in surprise, she manages to devour all of his cum, leaving only a strand of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. Her gasps for air turn into pleasure as Natalie tweaks the exposed nipples. She pulls Lacey’s tits to wrap around his length to serve as a fleshlight. He humps in response as his head pushes against the bottom of her chin with each thrust. Soon he gives her a pearl necklace, from his third load, to match Natalie’s cum beard.

“You said you wanted more jewelry,” Natalie laughs, “Doesn’t it look like you’re ready for a night on the town?”
Lacey looks down at the liquid necklace and
answers, “You’re right. I should wear this kind of thing more often, and so should you!”

She then forces Natalie to motorboat her sticky tits, smothering Natalie in her embrace and forcing Natalie onto her back. That’s when Batman hikes up Lacey’s skirt, reveal her ample bubble butt, before drives his cock straight into her ass with such force he doesn’t many any type of anal resistance. Lacey makes a high-pitched shriek that dies in her throat from the sudden intrusion of his huge member stretching her tightest hole wide.

He lays on top of her to sandwich her in their combined flesh as he grabs Lacey by the hair to pull her cheek to his lips. Natalie hums hard and loud to massage Lacey’s large D tits as they double team he newscaster. Soon, Batman fires his fourth load into her rectum and pulls out of her. She looks at him and begs, “Please, fuck my cunt!”

He grins under his mask, as she continues begging, “Please, fuck my cunt! I need your cock inside of me!”

“What do you think?” asks Batman, turning to Natalie, admiring the women’s bodies, while similar they had some noticeable difference. Natalie had more of a tan, compared to Lacey’s skin tone is closer to a goth white.

“Fuck her like she whores she want to be,” answers Natalie, evilly grinning, since it’s all in good roleplaying fun.

Batman then picks Lacey up and carries her to the table. Batman lays Lacey on the table, she spread her legs, giving her access to her shaved pussy. He takes hold of Lacey’s ankles to keep her wide as he enters her honeypot. Her large breasts jiggle as he pumps away. Her soft petals easily give way as she takes his railing. He lets her legs rest on his shoulders before he finishes inside her.
“I prefer a much comfortable place to lay,” Natalie
comments, as she lays on a bed of cash and jewels. The bank robbers must have unlocked everyone’s safe deposit boxes to make a pile that big.

Batman pulls out of Lacey and unplugs her cunt and takes Natalie missionary style. He pins her wrists to the pile as he pounds away inside her. Their rutting makes the pile flatten with each thrust as the various jewels, papers, and cash shift under her back. While he stays inside Natalie, he feels Lacey’s hands on his back pushing him to go deeper into Natalie’s cunt. He puts his head between her breasts and hum while he continues to pound away with shallow thrusts while Lacey’s tits press against his back.

All the tension in his muscles float away as soft, feminine flesh sandwich him and he creampies Natalie. As he pulls out of her, he feels Lacey’s hand on his slimy member as she strokes him back to full hardness. He grits his teeth from the post orgasm pleasure flowing through him as she gives him the reach-around. Natalie then slides down and nestles his cock between her breasts. While not nearly as endowed as Lacey, she makes up for it with enthusiasm as she smushes her tits against his shaft. Naturally, he fucks her chest valley while Lacey juggles his balls her in hands. Between the two, he cums again on to her neck, chin, and collarbone. While Natalie pants through her semen mask, Lacey gets behind him and takes his cock into her mouth again to suckle the remnants of cum sticking to his cockhead. He rolls off of Natalie and lies back on the pile while Lacey gives him a leisurely suck-off. Natalie nestles herself between his legs as well and nurse on his balls. As they inhale his heavy musk and licks his slimy cock clean, they mewl and coo while Batman relaxes to from the early battle with the Royal Flush gang.

Bruce settles himself into the corner of the bank vault, looking over the two women, the disorderly pile of cash and jewels, all of which is safe only thanks to his work.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Back in bed with his blood pumping, the Joker’s blood mixed in, his thoughts are sent back in time again, warmly remembering a day with two women that he was much closer with than the two newscasters he had fucked to sleep. Although it is late and he was better off sleeping, Bruce tosses and turns, allowing himself to reminisce on better times...

‘Better times‘ are precisely what Batman is thinking about as he opens the back door to the abandoned gentleman’s club inside the prison, Arkham City. He certainly doesn’t think he’s living in them, what with the symptoms of the Joker infection starting to set in. He has everyone around him worried what this would do to him. If Bruce would even survive the effects, how long would they take to overpower his immune system? Two women that are especially worried about him were Talia al Ghul and Selina Kyle, both lovers of his. It might seem unfortunate that both had gathered here in this club together, to express their concerns, but Bruce knew better.

Standing just inside the door, with snow falling outside, Batman flicks the light switch to his left to illuminate the hallway. The power was out here, though he could see some dim lights ahead, either in the main room of the club, or reflecting in from across the street. With heavy footsteps he moves forward, keen eyes scanning for signs of either woman, wondering if he would find them together, or if the two intendeds to force his hand on deciding between them.

For Bruce, it’s almost an impossible ask. Selina had been there for him many times, and he was always fond of her, especially as she had become such a charming woman. She had also done so much for him when they worked together. But to compare her to Talia wasn’t fair. There was something else entirely between Bruce and Talia. There was a spark, something that genuinely pulled the two of them together. Talia didn’t need charm, even if it practically oozed out of her. She didn’t need a perfect body, but she had that too, and Bruce was never one to complain.

Bruce makes it through the hallway without any indication that he was sharing the building with anyone else, though now that he was here he could see that the lights were on, a string of Christmas lights all around the main room. Besides that, there’s a fireplace roaring, with two couches angled toward each other in front of it. Selina Kyle occupies one, the fire’s light reflecting off her goggles, making them almost more notable than her well-exposed chest, glistening with sweat. Almost, but Bruce’s attention was easily captured, at least in this instance. She was charming as ever right now, wearing her cat-eared cowl and her suit, naturally unzipped below her breasts. Her short black hair poked out of the cowl, her eyes having a heavy black rim of eyeliner, and her lips contrasting with a bright red.

After Selina turns her head to welcome him, Talia pops up from the other couch. She was in her traditional outfit, a tight black leather half-jacket with an open chest and full sleeves. She looked as though she had been sleeping, her blonde hair disheveled, her top less open than Selina’s. Talia’s signature sword laid just underneath the couch she occupies, and she has her boots up on the arm, until she swings her legs forward, boots hitting the ground.

“Welcome, Mister B.” Selina jokes, mocking a style that Bruce was quite familiar with. Bruce didn’t reply in kind, as the Joker’s blood hadn’t pulled him down that far, not yet.

“What are you both doing here?” Bruce asks, his eyes between both women. Spending time and attention on both, though if he was forced to answer, it was clear that Talia was grabbing the majority of his attention. In his mind, she deserved it. Knowing that, however, didn’t mean that Selina wanted to stop fighting for it.

“Well, with the infection, and everything...” Talia starts, trailing off with her hands in her lap as Bruce stood at the head of both couches, across from the fireplace, the flames illuminating the front of his dark suit, “We’re worried you’re not going to make it through. Both of us. And, well, both of us wanted to do something for you. To say thanks, for everything.”

Her speech was reserved, spoken at a higher pitch than her normal, like she was about to break into tears. Bruce replies calm as he had ever been.

“I don’t know if I’m going to make it. I’m glad you two are thinking of me, especially right now ... what did you have in mind?”

Selina is the first to break into a smile, copying Talia’s move from earlier and swinging her long legs forward, tucking her heels underneath the couch for now, opening up some space for Bruce and patting the couch with one hand, her nails threatening to puncture the cushion.

“Why don’t you sit down and find out? What I do know is it’ll certainly be to your liking...” Seeing what the two were up to, as if he didn’t know beforehand, Bruce plays along, stepping forward and taking a seat next to Selina, a pang of betrayal shooting through Talia’s body, though she knew it wasn’t wrong for Bruce to accept the first invitation. As much as she wants him for herself, it wasn’t unfair to have to fight for him.

Beyond that, she had no idea what the Joker’s blood would do to him, if she would be able to help him through everything alone. But this meeting was about letting all three of them focus on something else for a moment, to not get bogged down by the reality of their situation. If they had to let go of Bruce, both Selina and Talia wanted to do it on their own terms.

Selina takes advantage of her position by putting her left hand on Bruce’s shoulder, laying her body against his side and stroking her other hand down his chest, before long, cupping his crotch, though the details were hidden with the way Batman’s suit protected him. Her eyes were locked on his, while his glance across the space to see how Talia would react to all of this. Not wanting to be left behind, Talia had gone to the floor, resting her knees on the rug that sat between the two couches, ending up between the legs of Bruce, her hands set, one on each of his powerful thighs. Talia has a sparkle in her eye as she pushes her hands forward to Bruce’s hips, working on separating him from his suit and allowing herself to get a hand on his shaft. Without any foreplay, Bruce wasn’t hard yet, and still his massive size commanded her attention completely. Talia dove in headfirst, opening her mouth as wide as she could to take the head, her lips almost securely locking in all the way around him in an instant.

It doesn’t take her long to adjust, as she has muscle memory for his member now, despite being one of the endless lists of women who couldn’t completely deepthroat Bruce. Whoever finally conquered it would certainly earn some praise from Bruce, but Talia knew she was worth more to him than just her oral skills. That much was clear considering that she knew Batman had other lovers with reputations behind their blowjobs, including Selina herself. Harley was known for being the one who could take the most, but Talia couldn’t place what she would be known for.

Selina’s hand, having been pushed away from the cup of Batman’s suit, has instead slithered underneath his shaft, cupping his round, full balls and gently palming them, fingers teasing and shuffling them around. His sack is big enough that Selina knows it to be a fool’s errand to attempt sucking in the whole thing, no matter how desperately she wanted to. But thinking about it reminds her that Talia didn’t have a monopoly on Bruce’s cock, even now. After planting a short and sweet kiss on Bruce’s cheek, Selina sets herself back, knees on the couch, head diving down to join the other woman and planting kisses on the side of Bruce’s cock.

While she managed to press her head into the side of Talia’s, and both of them worked on pressing their lips into Bruce’s meat, neither gained much ground when it came to establishing themselves as the one who had the right to suck him off first. From her position, it annoys Selina that she couldn’t simply lean over the cock that is so obviously pointed upward at her. After a moment of putting up with the game of pressing their cheeks together, Selina retreats, thinking of a better plan.

Talia, on the other hand, wasn’t going to back down so easily, focusing instead on delivering as much pleasure to Bruce as she could on her own, without Selina’s help. She wasn’t going to fight Bruce on whether or not he needed other lovers, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t stand her ground in front of her man. Selina was happy to wait until Talia came up for air, finally using a gentle hand to ease Talia’s chin off of Bruce’s cock, taking the space for herself. Selina immediately takes in the fat member that seems to be waiting for her, devouring what she could, which was about as much as Talia could. On purpose or not, she left plenty of saliva behind, her tongue dripping with it whenever she opened her lips to attach another kiss to him. The motion of Selina’s head increases at such a rapid pace that it threatened to leave behind anyone idly watching.

Selina took the opportunity to try and become the latest in a long line of women to challenge themselves to push all the way to his base. Having it warmed up first by Talia’s mouth was certainly a bonus, but nothing could possibly ensure success. Even Batman’s hand, encouragingly placed on the back of Selina’s neck, only served to stand the stray hairs there up on their ends and make her purr in delight. A point for Selina, in her book. She pumped her head up and down, slipping his cock in and out of her mouth and watching her spit drip down his length. She was making a mess, as she always did.

A minute of bobbing later, and while she had certainly made progress with taking Bruce’s cock into her throat, each time that she dipped down it only served to remind her that there was still quite a length that was just out of her reach, outside of her abilities. Almost regardless of her ability, it felt like an impossible task. Even as badly as she wanted it, she just couldn’t quite manage as well as Harley did. Even if she was tied with Talia, that was not quite good enough. From Talia’s perspective, though, she could only marvel at what Selina was managing, forcing her head back and forth with all of her might.

All for Bruce’s pleasure, with nothing else taken into consideration. She was bewildered by Selina’s determination, which showed on her face, a flash of shock overtaking her. It was jealousy, even if she wouldn’t admit that to Selina, or Bruce, let alone herself. Further up the couch cushion, Bruce was struggling to hold himself back with the magic being worked on him by Selina’s tongue, whipping from side to side, encouraging him to slide further and further into her, even as her body rejected taking more. It was a notable gap to how far he could bury himself inside Harley, but it was still more than acceptable.

It’s only when Selina pulls away, strings of spit still connecting her lips to Bruce’s head, that she and Bruce both notice that Talia had spent her time alone wisely, stripping down and tossing her clothes behind her. With the way that her chin drips with Bruce’s precum and her own saliva, it was obviously a wise choice on her part. Her body on full display, Bruce takes more notice than before, seeing her ample, perky breasts hanging free was always going to grab Bruce’s eyes. What amazed him most was that she had managed it all silently, right in front of his eyes, ignoring that Selina was blocking his view for the time.

This time, it was Talia seizing the opportunity to reclaim a spot between Bruce’s legs, her mouth eagerly, hungrily swallowing the thick shaft being presented to her.

“Oh, you slick bitch...” Selina scowls, chuckling to herself as she was outwitted by the woman on her knees in front of them.

“Well, I should take my chance to really join this party, shouldn’t I?” Selina continues, stretching her leg and planting one foot on the ground as she gets up, standing behind Talia and taking the opportunity presented to her to steal away Bruce’s attention.

She starts by bending over, with just enough of an arc that Bruce was able to peer down the center of her chest, getting a full view of her beautiful breasts. Her slow movements are agonizing to Bruce, who naturally wants to see every inch of skin that Selina was going to show him. It’s only made worse knowing she would show it, but only after the teasing, the slow roll of her shoulders pulling the suit away, her arms popping out afterward, her skin being shown off and glistening brightly.

Finally, Selina stepped out of the suit with one foot before the other, nude underneath after she followed up with removing her own undergarments, thin, elastic black things that didn’t stand a chance against the pull of her fingers. Her bra was special in its own right, two separated cups with a tight strap around her back that allowed for the typical open look of her jacket, looking as if she wasn’t wearing a bra at all.

Bruce watched, for the moment pulled away from his usual inclination to watch Talia’s every movement. Selina was relying on that, while Talia took the time to sink down and give some love to Bruce’s balls instead, her mouth just as hungry as before as she lapped her tongue against one ball, sucking it into her lips and closing them around Bruce’s sack, happily taking in his musk while she did. It had been a fierce battle between the two of them, and it was far from over, but both feel confident that they would be seen as having done better to pleasure Bruce.

Selina kneels right beside Talia then, taking the other ball of Bruce’s sack into her mouth and using both of her hands on his shaft at the same time, all of her effort focused on pleasing Bruce as she had done so many times before. Despite how routine it might have become with any other lover, Bruce always found a way to inspire her to do so much more, to entice all of her senses. This time, it was the familiar rumbling of his hips as he fired off his first orgasm, hungrily lapped up by both women trading fractions of a second at the helm, both with a sturdy hand straining to steady Bruce’s cock, slightly overlapping each other.

For Bruce, it is amazing as ever to have two women at his feet, even if in the moment he is still concerned about what could happen with the Joker disease that threatens to take him over from the inside. He wouldn’t let that happen, but for now, he didn’t know how he was going to stop its progress, either. There was no cure yet, he was the second patient of this infection, aside from the Joker. There were others that Bruce had been warned about, but Joker hadn’t exactly offered to help track them down. So far, the effects were minimal, and the only ones that he had noticed involved his increased strength and stamina, two factors that were now going to serve him well with Talia and Selina serving him. He was safe in the knowledge that, having these two around, he didn’t need to hold back at all. They could take it, and he was more than happy to give it to them.

Though they had so far chosen their own direction, Bruce lifts a hand to beckon Selina toward him again, her mouth hesitantly letting go of his sack, leaving the rest of it to Talia’s waiting mouth.

“Here, kitty, kitty,” Bruce teases from behind his mask, laying out on the couch and guiding Selina to sit on his face as she had many times before and since this wonderful encounter. Despite that, Batman could still remember the exact taste of her in that club, with the added smoky aroma coming off the fireplace near them. Selina was always so sweet and had a powerful taste to her, one that Bruce knew he would appreciate forever.

That didn’t take away from him noticing that Talia had stepped up her game in response to Selina getting up close and personal with Bruce, Talia going right back to pushing Bruce’s cock down her throat. She had her doubts she would ever be able to manage the entire length, but she also doubted she would ever stop trying. It had become a fun little game, in its own right, seeing how much of his thickness she could withstand. For her it was delightful to get a chance to suck Bruce’s cock again, and she bobs away while Bruce’s tongue gave Selina a wild ride further up on the couch. Selina held on, slender fingers clutching Bruce’s cowl with a firm grip.

Selina doesn’t last more than a moment, her legs tightening up as she orgasms on Bruce’s face, her thick hips shivering, forcing her to lean on the couch for support so she doesn’t topple over. Taking a signal from Bruce as he starts to buck his hips, Talia takes him out of her mouth and decides to push his cock between her tits instead, from the side, his length plenty wet enough to find its home comfortably in her chest, slickening the entire tunnel that she creates by holding her chest up for him. With both women surrounding him, and the movement of his hips intensifying, Bruce found his second orgasm, happily painting Talia’s chest with thick shots of cum raining down.

The strings of thick cum got as high as the front of her neck before she cranes her head downward and takes his head in, obediently accepting the final round of shots, her mouth stuffed with his load until she swallows it. All the while Bruce’s work had only slowed down under Selina as she needed to take a break after her own orgasm, with Bruce lovingly placing kisses on the inside of her thigh instead for the moment, while Selina takes deep breaths and shudders, taking precautions so that the intense pleasure Bruce gave her wasn’t overwhelming.

The fire roars near them, warming the main room of the abandoned club, while Bruce picks Selina up and gently sets her at the furthest end of the couch, giving himself some space as he sits up, squarely in front of Talia.

“Do you two want to swap places? I’m ready for another round.”

Selina still looks tired, but Talia is certainly up for it, and Bruce felt as lively as he ever did. This party was well underway, and Bruce saw no reason to slow down now. Without getting a verbal answer, Bruce reaches forward and hooks his arms underneath Talia’s, bringing her upward and into his lap with one swift movement. Her thighs lie close, just outside his, his cock pressing upward into her stomach, his wet tip tapping against her skin and leaving behind a mess. Not unlike the mess he had left all over her chest. Talia laid her arms loosely on Bruce’s shoulders while Selina looked on from the side, short of breath, slinking to the place between Bruce’s legs to get underneath the two of them for another shot at sucking in one of Bruce’s heavy nuts. While Talia let her hips climb, mounting the tip of Bruce’s cock, Selina happily sucked away on one of his orbs, hoping to stir him up.

Bruce’s arms had dropped, hands settling on Talia’s hips instead of her sides as he secures her in his lap. It made it all too easy for her to sink onto him, her hands bracing against his arm so she could force herself back if she went too far. She never did though, simply sinking until she was comfortably full, with the rest of Bruce’s shaft offering too much resistance for her to take the whole thing. It always has, and she knew it always would. It was the same thing that every woman wanted to reach the end of, whether in their mouth or, like this, stuffed inside them. To her knowledge, no other woman had ever succeeded, either. She wouldn’t be the first, but she had doubts that any other would ever manage it. No one could be a better fit with Bruce than she was.

Even in such a confined space, Bruce manages to buck his hips and push Talia upward, holding her there and allowing himself the space to pound her. It’d be much easier to use natural leverage by setting her down on the couch, but he didn’t need to, and it felt just as nice this way, maybe even better when Talia buckled and leaned up against him. Her mouth hung open, agape, amazed at the way she was being handled while Bruce was kept underneath her. It’s only a moment later, with her head tucked neatly onto his shoulder, that Talia gives up an empty scream and starts to shake, finally reaching out with her arms and tightly holding on to Bruce’s chest piece. He offers support by reaching around her and grasping at her ass. Bruce keeps it suspended in the air so that he could still move upward into her, easing her through her shivering, spiking orgasm.

Talia rides it out to the best of her ability, fingers tingling with the pure bliss that Bruce has pumped into her. There was plenty of evidence left behind, much more than Selina could bear to swallow, although she worked as hard as she could on it while Talia slumps to the side, laying down exhausted on the touch.

Bruce offers her the space she needs, going to the opposite end of the couch while Selina keeps herself between his knees, licking up the last drippings of Batman’s third orgasm. Bruce was still naturally feeling as ready as ever, but he could see Selina’s eyes glazing over now. She was getting herself stuffed with his cum and looking as though she wouldn’t be happier doing anything else in the world.

“Are you sure you can handle this, Selina? You look more than ready for a catnap.” Bruce smirked to himself at his quick wit against the woman most known for it. Selina isn’t quite so amused.

“Oh, Bruce, this kitty is on the prowl...” She purred, a nimble hand tapping Bruce’s length against her lips while her bright green eyes stare up at her lover. Her lipstick was holding steady, but any lower quality makeup would have been spread all over her face by now, with the wanton manner in which she let Bruce’s meat rap against her cheeks, leaving behind plenty of cum.