Ultimate Team-Up

Nymphomaniacs. Many scientists had tried to coin a catchy term when the disease first started becoming recognized. That one had gained a small following at the beginning, one of the more euphemistic names they had come up with. It fell out of favor pretty quickly. Some women didn’t like being called a nympho, it turned out. The connotations were too broad. It wasn’t about sex after all, strictly speaking. Cum addict became the more common term. Less offensive. More acceptable. It was clinical in a way, but still a little fun. And the most accurate. That was important. It also implied that things were not completely in the sufferer’s control, and that could be freeing for a woman. Freed her to be the nympho she wanted to be.

You wondered, as two leggy brunettes approached you, a deep thirst in their eyes, who exactly was in control right now? Zatanna put her hand on your left knee and moved it to one side, opening your legs like a gate so she had room to kneel. So that they both had room. Wonder Woman slid down beside her and gently ran her hand over your right thigh.

“No, don’t get up,” Zatanna said, smiling. You weren’t sure you would have been able to anyway, legs like jelly as a strange new anxiety crept up your spine. An air of expectation hovered around you. There they were, two of the most lovely creatures you had ever seen, a pair of beautiful superheroes, kneeled side by side between your legs about to offer something that had never crossed your mind, despite all of the dreams they already featured in. There was also the audience, old and new. Doctor McGee stood observing a couple of feet behind Zatanna, Batgirl leaning against a workbench behind Wonder Woman. The girl looked nervous for you.

“This is okay, John?” Wonder Woman thought to ask, even as she reached for the elastic of your waistband. You couldn’t help glancing at your lab partner, whose expression was hard to read as usual. She would voice her concerns if she had any pressing ones, you knew. She didn’t even suggest that the dosage session be moved to the treatment chamber. Right here and right now, she would allow this.

“This is okay,” you confirmed, really trying to stay professional. Hoping you wouldn’t burst out laughing at how ridiculously lucky a bastard you were. The blood rushing to your nethers helped. The front of your pants had already been straining at Zatanna’s lurid suggestion, now you were very nearly hard enough to slice through the fabric on your own. No need for that, of course. The Amazon lowered your pants and the magician helped them disappear down your legs. You thought you heard Batgirl gasp at the sight of your freed erection but you couldn’t focus on anything else but what was happening right in front of you. Your mind needed to absorb every detail of this.

Diana took your cock in her palm first. Somehow her constant wielding of heavy weapons and shields didn’t leave her hands calloused. They remained smooth and soft and she wrapped her strong fingers around the base of your shaft. She tilted you to the left. “Do you want to go first?” she asked her pretty friend, as if you were the microphone at a very strange karaoke bar.

Zatanna’s smile was in her eyes, and the way they moved from Wonder Woman then up to you, made you short of breath. You throbbed with anticipation in the Amazon’s grip.

“Since you offered so generously,” the sorceress sighed. She brushed her hair to one side, leaned forward, turned her head, and kissed Wonder Woman on the lips. To her credit, the warrior stayed steady as the other woman’s open mouth covered hers. She was blinking, surprised at first, but she didn’t take long to reciprocate such soft affection and closed her eyes. Their pressed lips must have been like silk... “Sorry, Di,” Zatanna said, the both of them breathy and still only an inch apart. “I’m a performer at heart. We promised to give John a show, didn’t we?”

Diana’s response was to kiss the magician back, muffling Zatanna’s short laugh. The heroines shared in each other’s tender lips and thirsty mouths. Their passion was prolonged. Needful. There was some wet and velvety dulcet smacking. The world for a tiny moment seemed to be only the two of them, but you were there too. You could feel their heat, your intruding cock so close to their rosy faces. The warrior’s firm grip let you know they had not forgotten about you. This was for you. Mostly.

When they broke apart this time Zatanna was the one more obviously flustered. “Wow…” She was panting. “I don’t need to tie you up again do I?” She smiled when she asked it, but it was a serious question. Wonder Woman shook her head.

“No… my mind is clear,” she told her sister in suffering. “I am in control.” Their radiant lust finally turned to you.

“Of course you are,” Zatanna said to her partner, looking up at you. She leaned down and planted her soft, wet lips onto your inner thigh. “I suppose you don’t even need to be the one to do it then.” She kissed her way up in her own time, stopping just before your thigh became your groin. “If you can control yourself, Diana… then maybe I can have the doctor’s dick all on my own.” Her lips finally met your cock. She sucked the left side of your shaft as she kissed it, pulled her lips away with a pop. “I know I can take care of him all by myself. I know what he likes.” She leaned in with her tongue out but then her head jerked to a stop before she could taste your skin. Wonder Woman was holding the magician’s hair near the base of her skull and now kept you out of reach, apparently having enough of Zatanna’s ‘threats’.

“We promised to do this together,” Diana reminded her calmly, though her cheeks were still pink. She was in control all along. She was the one holding your cock. Now she held Zatanna too. Wonder Woman’s tongue pressed onto the right side of your erection and you let out a groan. “On the island we train for months on teamwork,” she said, kissing up your shaft in a patient and meandering way. “Being able to fight in sync with others-” her lips felt searing -”is just as important as knowing how to fight alone-” she touched your crown with heat and softness “- but it is always better to fight together.” She spotted your bead of pre-cum, became distracted by it for a second.

She pulled back slightly and looked over to her partner in oral combat. “Shall I teach you about teamwork then, Zatanna?” she asked the misty looking mage. She was bearing some discomfort but so blushingly aroused with how Wonder Woman was gripping her hair. “Shall we share in the spoils of war?”

“God yes… please. Fuck yes,” Zatanna moaned, actually drooling.

“Well I don’t approve of the cursing but I am heartened by your enthusiasm,” smiled Diana, making you hot for teacher in a way you had never been before. You were ready for lesson one.

Wonder Woman let Zatanna drift closer to you but still not close enough. It seemed cruel, but that thought quickly left your mind when Wonder Woman’s lips pressed onto the slit of your bulb. She lapped lightly, set your pre-cum trickling out, collected some on her tongue. She leaned away, turned to her friend, and they shared your drink with a kiss. Both of the women’s growing thirst for each other was so readily apparent. Zatanna bit and sucked at Wonder Woman’s lips as she pulled away and moaned when they were no longer directly tasting each other’s breath.

“Okay, Di!” she gasped, **** a little on her spit. “You win… I can’t take this any more… please… enough teasing… enough! Please let me… please let’s do this… together…” Her eyes drifted to your gently swaying cock. “I’ll behave.”

“Yes… I think the doctor has been very patient with us…” breathed Wonder Woman, now also rather entranced by the sight of your engorged member. Her fingers slipped out of Zatanna hair and they both fell forward towards your cock. They managed not to bump into each other, instead drifting in, perfectly in sync, as now two pairs of soft, full lips went to work on your cock. They wished to cover your shaft with kisses, their pants heating your meat as they alternated. It seemed that no lips ever left you, when one pulled away to find another spot to bless, the other’s were already hot against your skin and making sure you never experienced the pain of loneliness again. The pressure of their faces on your pole had your precum dribbling down the center of your length.

Zatanna snaked her tongue out first, down near the base of your throbbing column, seemingly torn on whether she wanted to nuzzle at your sack or continue mouthing your dick. She settled for painting you with her saliva from ball to pillar and back, while Wonder Woman also started growing restless. They were now servicing you top to bottom, the magician loosening her jaw to disappear half of your hanging scrotum into her mouth, the Amazon drinking from your tip with her greedy, slurping mouth. Their moans were quiet, their breaths short. They seemed to be in deep concentration. Deeply diligent in their tandem tonguing and sucking. When their mouths met in the middle they couldn’t help breaking off for a moment. Zatanna got to lap your precum off Wonder Woman’s tongue again and she sighed with a delight at the taste.

“Here… there’s a lot more for you, my lovely sorceress.” Wonder Woman took a lead again and pressed the tip of your cock onto Zatanna’s tongue, her mouth already open. She closed her lips around you then and hummed. She was fed more and more of your inches, or she was feeding herself while Wonder Women simply held you. Whoever was doing what, your cock slowly disappeared into Zatanna’s mouth and her wet and warm confines made you sigh. Her sucking was observed with interest for a while. Diana had never watched another woman give a blowjob up close before, and she seemed to enjoy the sight greatly. “Look how she drools…” Wonder Woman noted, enraptured. “She sucks and she sucks and her spit runs down in rivers…” She glanced up at you. “Am I like that?” she had to ask, as if she couldn’t believe she could look as beautiful as well.

“Let’s find out,” said Zatana, swiping her chin, your cock now released from her dripping maw. Wonder Woman almost seemed surprised that she would get to have a turn too, and immediately went to indulge. First she made a conscious effort to taste her friend’s spit, licking up where bits of it hung thicker on your turgid, reddening member. Sharing a cock brought out such decadence in the Amazon.

Yes, you were trying as hard as you could not to cum right now. Generally not a recommended behaviour from a donor, and would be a difficult task to pull off in this situation, but you were a professional. And you needed this to last. For some reason, despite knowing the schedules and knowing you were all they had, you feared this might be the first and last time you would get to experience something like this ever again. And you were right in a way. There was only ever one first time.

Your dick had cooled off enough, or Wonder Woman had ‘cleaned’ you to her satisfaction of Zatanna’s spit, and now she went to coat you in her own. She took in your head and drew her lips down your shaft, her efforts earning her groan as you clenched your fists and everything else. “You’re really going deep, Di,” smiled her friend encouragingly. “Look at her… a pretty Themysciran princess gagging on a man’s dick. All so she can get herself a taste of your tasty. Hot. Cum.” She lightly kissed the skin of your swollen scrotum. “Of what’s in here…” And then Zatanna drifted down and was helping herself to your balls again. Your full sack was nuzzled and licked while Wonder Woman sucked and slurped on your thickening cock. Every twitching inch of you was being bathed in warm, slippery, heat. You gritted your teeth, a familiar, nervous urgency trembling up from the core of your rod.

“I’m close,” you groaned, knowing you could only stop yourself for so long. You were gasping for a breath as your heart thundered and your groin thrummed. Zatana’s head rose quickly, her ears apparently tuned and she was ready for this. Her fingers slipped around your cock, above Wonder Woman’s still holding onto your base. She was able to pull you away and out of the Amazon’s mouth, who made a stuttered gasping noise as it happened.

“Whaa… mine…” she complained meekly, face pink.

“Ours, baby,” Zatanna reminded her, now straightening your twitching cock between them. She pulled the slightly dazed woman to her lips again and you were never going to tire of watching the two of them make out. They kissed like they might never have the chance to again. Zatanna guided them this time, moving their faces back to your shaft, then they parted to make room for you, and came together again, sandwiching you with their lips. Their tongues traced over the tip of you, their breaths mingling. They kissed you and around you to reach each other, but always they returned to worshiping your crown with their wet mouths. And they stroked you up and down, Zatanna and Wonder Woman’s soft hands working in tandem, jerking your cock with their spit running down their fingers. It was the perfect feeling, the perfect view, and the perfect moment.

You erupted like a pulsing fountain. Dense white cream spurted between their locked lips and battling tongues, a shuddering laugh coming from Zatanna and a gasp from Diana. There were hissing slurps as they tried to catch your spluttering spillage, the women pumping your dick nonstop. It was messy and sticky and heat bloomed all through your body, the three of you each enjoying the orgasm in a different way. You couldn’t even tell how much of your dose each woman was successfully getting this way, with your cum fountaining up between their pressing mouths but also shooting onto their cheeks and dripping down their chins, onto their hands. There was slurping and sucking, hurried gulps as they swallowed what they could, but your generous donation kept coming and they took it as permission to keep playing like they were under a burst hydrant, indulging in making you squirm.

They finally milked you enough after your singing nerves had sizzled to a sputtering buzz. Zatanna’s hand opened but then Wonder Woman worked in a few extra pumps once given room to move. The amazingly discomforting way she ground against your oversensitivity made your heart yearn for her. She let you go then too, and the women sat back for a moment. Everybody in the room needed to take a breath.

“Great Hera… there’s so much,” Diana said, surveying the scene as if she had just arrived. Your cum covered their fingers and half of their faces. She saw the state of her dripping fingers with a kind of dazed smile.

“All over me… all over you. Come here!” Zatanna said, pulling her friend in again. More kissing, but this time it was briefer as the sorceress got to cleaning the other woman’s fingers and face with her tongue instead. After sucking every clinging drop from Wonder Woman’s hands, Zatanna found where your streaks had crossed those cheeks and bridge of her friend’s nose and licked it all off, not caring about anything else. “Can’t waste a drop.” That tongue moved over the soft, creamy face, cleaned up the Amazon’s chin and she continued down to the neck. Diana enjoyed all of this, moaning at the attention, but immediately sought to return the favour.

She held onto the sorceress and emulated what had been done to her, even tracing her tongue over places there was no cum, just an absence of her shiny spit. They ended with lips pressed together again, broke apart a final time.

“I hope you enjoyed that, Doc,” Zatanna said, getting to her feet, her costume still miraculously spotless. Wonder Woman got up then too, clean as well and very satisfied.

“That was a hell of a show,” you said, a permanent grin plastered on your face. “Wow.”

“This is a donor’s job?” said Batgirl, unable to stop herself, her shock barely hidden by her mask.

“On a good day,” noted Doctor McGee.