Thirty Days of Wedding Night

Now Bruce supported his weight on outstretched arms so he could watch Diana's succulent breasts jiggle as he spread her pussy wide with his cock, pushing all but the balls inside her. Diana was growing impatient. She locked her arms around his neck, crushed his body down on her heaving breasts. "Fuck me, husband. Hard as you want."

Bruce was too aroused to deny her. He battered her cunt and she humped up to meet him as her head twisted deliriously from side to side, spinning faster, him fucking harder, the bedsprings squeaking noisier and noisier.

"Keep fucking your wife," she growled, loud enough to be heard through the walls—why she and Zatanna had booked the entire floor. "Keep fucking your wife's cunt! Make it come!"

Bruce maneuvered, pushing so his shaft rubbed hard on her tingling clit as he pistoned into her. Diana came helplessly, submitting to the force of what she felt—writhing and squirming and screaming. "I'm coming!" she wailed, over and over again as she grinded her sex onto the base of his cock, her husband fucking her through the powerful contractions of her climax. He was submitting as well.

His strokes shortened, savaged, his body slamming hard against hers, his cock boring in to stuff a greedy hunger. Diana could hear the wet whisper of their sexes' meeting and knew he was about to come. She accepted the end of their coitus with a simple optimism. She was about to make her husband come and was glad of it. Her body worked with rhythm and purpose, sucking hard on his prick, eyes bulging with wonder at the sheer power he poured into her.

Zatanna was equally drawn by the spectacle. Only her little wand couldn't hope to compete with the sight of Bruce's dick jumping into fucking Wonder Woman's body. With a whispered spell, the wand became a sable-black cock just the size of Bruce's. Her subconscious was working overtime—it looked like a phallic Batarang.

She preferred the real thing, naturally, especially when it was attached to Bruce Wayne, but dating Diana had made her very partial to the runner-up. Diana was almost as good with one as Bruce, just as he was almost as good with fingers and tongue as the princess. Remembering their times together almost as much as she observed the other two coupling before her, she rubbed the tip of her 'wand' between the lips of her pussy—absently wondering what Freud would say.

Probably something in German.

Seeing Bruce about to come, she drove the entire instrument inside herself. Her whole body jerked, setting a beat that she continued, flicking at her clitoris with her thumb as her cunt swelled to accommodate its filling. She worked the wand back and forth, rolled her clit under her hand, grew oblivious to everything but her own pleasure and the pump of Bruce's hips into Diana.

The feeling of rising passion spread from her cunt, making her limbs heavy, her chest pump like a bellows. She recognized the shuddering excitement that came before absolute satisfaction. With a tiny cry, her body did its own magic.

The climax burned through her body, but that wasn't enough to make her stop. She pulled up on the wand like it was a plane's joystick and she wanted to climb. Wave after wave continued to stroke her body; another breathless lull before she exploded. She crawled over Diana's prone form, over to where Bruce towered over them. Her mouth hung open, her tongue flittering between her soft lips as if mimicking the twisted interplay of their bodies.

Bruce could only look at her for a moment before claiming her mouth, tongue writhing between her teeth, making her moan before he grunted helplessly down her throat—signaling the release of his boiling cum.

Diana felt his prick expand what felt like a whole inch, jerk savagely against her straining walls, then bloom. His cum bolted inside her, hot and wet, washing over her flaring tissue, forced back along her channel to pour over his girthy cock, trickle from her open sex. Every pulse of semen was like a new tremor attacking her body. Her legs tightened against Bruce's muscular frame, her sex grinded against his to force all it could from his hilted cock.

Her past orgasms had only been pleasant previews of this all-encompassing pleasure. Now unable to move, she laid back as the last drops of his climax were fired into her. She felt like a river was flowing sluggishly through her cunt.

Embracing Bruce above her, Zatanna watched the muscles of Bruce's ass contract to force out his final spurt. She heard a throaty gurgle of acceptance from Diana and let go of Bruce. He nearly fell off the bed. The sweaty pair laid almost motionless as Zatanna felt herself burn hotter and hotter.

Panting, she straddled Bruce's face, him obligingly sucking, licking, tonguing in all the right places to make her even hotter. Without letting his tongue leave her pussy, she bent down to Diana, making the princess think she might get eaten out too.

Zatanna had other plans. She just wanted to see Diana's well-used pussy open up for her wand.

Diana moaned desperately, her swollen pussy lips parting obscenely to kiss the wand. It went in, twisting around, Diana bucking and thrashing as if trying to escape. Slowly, methodically, and very much enjoying the lewd soundtrack of Bruce eating her out, Zatanna fucked the dildo into Diana's twat. When Diana started to gasp, Zatanna went faster, Diana's slippery sex making it easier and easier until Zatanna's hands started to cramp.

When Bruce's tongue found her clit, she came too hard to keep going. She let go of the wand and Diana grabbed it from her, continuing to fuck it in and out of herself. Zatanna was so absorbed in watching it that she didn't notice Bruce's licking had stopped. He was picking her up, moving her up Diana's perfect body. Looking down at the wand projecting from Diana's crotch, Zatanna realized it would make a perfect double dildo.

She and Diana moaned as one, sharing the wand between them. Then Zatanna felt Bruce settle behind her. She felt his bulging cock press into the crack of her ass, radiating heat and hardness. She had no idea how he had gotten erect again without magic. She didn't much care. He pushed into her with a grunt, she yowled and threw her head back. Diana watched with an amused smirk.

"Well," she said, "I know what I want next from Bruce."

Bruce fucked Zatanna's ass in slow, gliding strokes, all of them—even Diana—enjoying the slow rattle of the fuck. Bruce pushing into Zatanna pushing into Diana. He twisted inside the magician, spiked into her, felt her asshole throttle his cock like a tightening fist.

With a final push, Zatanna's wiggling cheeks quivered uncontrollably, her plundered ass milking Bruce's cock, her convulsing belly holding a deep, delicious explosion. She whimpered, moaned, wailed, crushing her sex down on the dildo she shared with Diana, then her buttocks hard against Bruce's cock, back and forth, back and forth, harder and faster, her whole body seeming to clasp and suck at every gasp of pleasure.

"Oh God! I'm going to... oh fuck... going to... so good... so delicious... I'm... I'm...!"

Her churning body was out of control, skewering between her two spouses with bruising force, mouth open, nostrils flaring, a shrieking cry finally bolting from her slack mouth as she screwed herself onto both phalluses at once, her body clinging, squeezing, devouring every ravenous pleasure from her lovers.

"I'm going to come!"

"Join the club," Diana moaned.

As if in support, Bruce pulled himself from Zatanna and came for the third time, his cock jetting like a firehose, Zatanna shrilling with delight every time a stinging hot surge landed on her body. Diana shuddered and cried out as well, searing hot cum tracing across her flesh. Every time a gob of his semen splashed down on her bronzed skin she shook all over, pumping harder on Zatanna's wand.

He came so hard, he reached the tops of their bodies, thick spurts of cum splattering their faces. Zatanna opened her mouth wide and let him unload into her. His hot cum hit the roof of her mouth, dropped down on her tongue, and was taken by Diana in a deep kiss. She had by no means lost her taste for it.

Diana was next to come. She didn't do it briefly. It was long minutes before the bed finally grew still.

"Darh niaga," Zatanna panted, and the bed again shook with the writhings of three naked bodies. Their passion for each other peaked and subsided, draining each of them in turn, but always leaving a third recuperated and eager to continue. It was daylight before sleep replaced their need for each other.

Diana laid on Bruce's lap, Zatanna sprawled across his chest, and Bruce found himself more exhausted than he'd been since the last riot at Arkham.

"Maybe we should stay here a little longer," Diana said. "It is our honeymoon. And it's not like they're missing us."

Surprising both of them, Bruce nodded. "I have some old war wounds Alfred's been pestering me to let heal."

"I have paperwork to catch up on," Diana agreed. "Running an embassy is hard work."

"I could start practicing my next show," Zatanna added. "And we could..."

She reached down to brush a hair away from Diana's face.

Diana looked up at her.

"Darh niaga," Zatanna sighed.

The need for sleep hadn't quite replaced their desire.

The bed shook once again.

***

In the annals of magic, there were many who could understand how Zatanna made herself, Bruce Wayne, and Diana Prince disappear. There were few willing to guess at how she made them reappear, married, and both women several months pregnant.