Batman, Harley, and Ivy (Closed for RiversEdge2010)

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It was late and I was on my way home from the Stacked Deck Bar when I saw Harley wandering the streets with nothing but a very skimpy red and black nightgown. I sighed and shook my head as I drove up beside her. She looked a little roughed up. There was a few bruises and she was crying. Enough was enough. I had to get her the hell away from that goddamn clown. I had to reveal my feelings for her and I hoped that this would help her see that there is someone that cares for her. I opened the door. "Get in! We really need to talk." I said. She got in and closed the door. She looked worried and I realized that my tone sounded angry. I was not mad at her. I was pissed off with the Joker.

"I am sorry if that sounded a bit harsh." I said, "Harley, you deserve much better than that. I am going to tell you something that I had been wanting to tell you for a while since we started hanging out more. It hurts me to see Joker hurt you and that is because I love you and I want to be with you!"

I leaned in kissing her hard and passionately. At first, she struggled a bit, but then returned the kiss and tears slid down her cheek. I thought I had hurt her, but after breaking the kiss I saw her smile. "I-I love you too, Red." she replied hugging me tightly. I drove off and we began to talk.

"I admit that I was have feelings for you as well." she continued, "I had for a while, but did not know how to approach these feelings."

My hand caressed hers as we sped down the street. The cops were surprisingly not as thick so we made it to my greenhouse hideout downtown. We went inside. "Are you hungry or thirsty?" I asked. I had a salad that I made earlier in the day as well as some mint herbal tea. She told me that she was not hungry. "Okay, let me go get into something more comfortable and I will be right back." I said. I looked through a dresser drawer. I removed the skimpy red dress I was wearing as well as my lingerie. I freshened up and put some rose scented lotion on my green body and brushed my fiery red hair before going back out to Harley. I turned on the television. I was a fan of horror movies, so I found us a classic horror movie to watch. It was The Horror of Dracula with Christopher Lee in it, who was one of my favorite actors. I was pretty bummed out when I found out he passed so I tried to watch as much of his films as I could. Harley never scene any of his films and was curious. "What is this movie about?" she asked. She told me that she saw the Lugosi one, but never this one.

"Oh this is the first Dracula movie that was made in vivid color whereas all the others had been in black and white." I explained, "This is also the first to show in bloody detail a vampire biting his victims. That man on the stairs is Christopher Lee. He was in the Lord of the Rings movies years prior and worked until his death at the age of 93."

She was in awe as she watched the movie and cuddled closely to me. In the middle of the movie when began to kiss passionately. We were caressing each others bodies cupping and squeezing each other's breasts. I smirked naughtily when it came to the little more explicit bite scene. I pushed her down onto the couch and playfully bit her neck causing her to giggle. My body was pressed to hers and I moved the straps down on her nightie exposing her luscious breasts. I licked and sucked on her nipples tugging on them lightly with my teeth. I kissed down her stomach and lifted up the nightie to see that she had no panties on. I looked up at her and scolded her.

"You better have been lucky that I found you." I said with a tone similar to what a mother would have, "I am going to have to spank you. Now, over my lap."

"Yes, Ma'am." she said with a pouty face as she laid over my lap. I began to spank her causing her to moan in pleasure. I spanked her til her little ass was red. Then it was back to me being on top of her. I had to have a taste of that sweet pussy of hers. I began licking her clit and sucking on it as I fingered her.


(Closed for RiversEdge2010)
 
I was on patrol trying to chase down a lead, pummeling my way through this member and that of the Maroni family. A new shipment of drugs was getting into Gotham, getting into the hands of children, so that meant that I could be a little more liberal where broken bones were concerned. It was one thing for some of the more colorful members of this town’s rogue’s gallery to declare this war or that on each other, or even myself, but drugs that could get into the hands of Gotham’s children crossed a line. Still, maybe it was the late hour, maybe it was due to the nature of the crime, but I truly hadn’t been expecting the name one of Salvatore Maroni’s goons gave me when I put his feet to the fire. It was a name that always made my heart race for many different reasons: Pamela Isley.

For Bruce Wayne, she worked at Wayne Tech as an intern studying Bio-Chemistry. I remember what she looked like then: a little, tight, redheaded student just eager to prove herself. I had been too caught up at the time in trying to form the legend of Batman to notice her, but I never stopped thinking about her. I hated having to fire her as Bruce Wayne, but her research was far too dangerous to continue funding. Not to mention her bedside manner could have used a little work as well. I guess I always felt somewhat responsible for Poison Ivy. If I hadn’t fired her, she never would have had the accident that led her to having the powers she had. Sure, she poisoned me, but that didn’t mean I didn’t still have feelings for her.

She was a damaged woman, so naturally it only made sense she gravitated toward Harley Quinn. Her skin, bleached so white, her hair dyed half red and black, I knew instantly when I perched myself outside of Isley’s penthouse apartment that it was the Clown Prince of Crime’s ex-girlfriend there on the couch with Poison Ivy. There were rumors, sure, that they had a thing, but to see what Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel M.D.’s pussy looked like being eaten by Pamela, to see how tight it looked, how wet and swollen it got, was more than enough to make my own cock ache. They were bad guys, well, bad girls, but that didn’t mean I didn’t mind the idea of being bad with them. I didn’t realize Poison Ivy swung that way, but from the way she kept eating Harley, lapping up her slit and fingering her, I knew.

I could question them both, later, and leave them to it, or… I could have a little fun for once in my life. Lord knew Catwoman wasn’t around anymore. No, I was going to have fun with this. I fantasized often about Harley Quinn, ever since she kissed me that night in Arkham in front of Robin.

That’s when I slipped into the room undetected and made my appearance.

“Come at a bad time?” I growled in my usual voice.
 
The familiar voice caused me and Harley to shriek. Right during a scary movie no less. "What the fuck, Batman?!" I yelled. It was not a hostile scream, but that of a fearful scream. It was a real good thing we weren't watching a slasher movie. Harley had her nightie, but I was naked. There was no blanket. There was no way I would be fighting naked. All I could do was cover myself with my arm and hand.

"What do you want, Bats?" Harley groaned, "Didn't anyone tell you it is not polite to walk into a woman's place unannounced."

It had been a while since I last committed a crime. I figured that before she was kicked out that Harley had done something. I figured he followed thinking that we were immediately up to something. However, there was a part of me that was intrigued by the visit. I knew about him and Selina. All the villains knew about it. I also knew that she left Gotham City for very personal reasons which none of us not even the other villains knew about.
 
I had clearly startled the unlikely duo, but even after all of my years fighting crime and declaring war on Gotham’s underworld, I could never have been prepared for the sight of Pamela Isley standing before me stark naked, trying to helplessly cover her impossibly large, milky white breasts up with one hand, and her mostly smooth mound with the other. I could see the whisp of a red landing strip hiding just beneath and felt my cock stiffen again. Harley’s nectar was glistening all over Poison Ivey’s lips, nose, and chin. Was that the smell of her womanhood, or Poison Ivy’s intoxicating pheromones working their magic on me? Whatever it was, I felt drawn to them. I saw Harley sticking her tongue out at me in the background, making absurd faces in her nightey, which clung so tightly to her breasts.

What was it with the size of women’s breasts in this town, I wondered?

“Didn’t mean to startle you, but something’s come up. A new shipment of drugs is coming into Gotham and the Maroni gang just dropped your name. Marijuana isn’t legal in Gotham yet, Ivy, I hope you know that. Naturally, with your affinity for anything green, I figured questioning you might be in Gotham’s best interest. But now I can see it’s not just green. No wonder Harley always calls you red,” I say, smiling back at Ivy.
 
"Un-fucking-believable" I said pretty upset with Maroni for trying to implicate me in whatever crime they were committing just because I was into plants. I never worked with mobster such as Maroni. The only villain that really did was Penguin and he only dealt them arms. That was the only dealing he had with them. If they were not going to buy anything, then he wanted nothing to do with them. Two Face had a hatred for Maroni and any other mobster due to the incident in the courtroom that disfigured him. Of course, Riddler was too smart to work for brutes. Scarecrow and Joker were just mainly doing their own thing and did not like the idea of someone trying to butt into their own plans.

"I never gave them anything." I said, "They never even approached me. Wow, you really must be glad to see us!"

As we were talking, Harley and I both looked down to see that he had one hell of a hard on and it was huge. "Oh my..." Harley exclaimed checking it out as well. It was becoming awkward yet very hot. Any possible evil scheme that was in mind quickly disappeared and was replaced with lust. However, if Batman was playing with us. I needed to ensure that he had immunity to the toxin on my lips. "If you want, you can join us, and I can help you with immunity to my kiss." I said. I had to do the same earlier on with Harley when I was living at the toxic area I was living in. I had it in a vial which I showed Batman so he could see there was no malicious intentions before preparing a syringe.
 
I could tell she was telling the truth, that Maroni’s guys had sent me on a wild goose chase. Because of Ivy’s previous dealings with marijuana plants in Gotham, and her reputation for being able to manipulate me, they probably figured I’d never come back. That’s when I realized who was probably really behind all of this: Emperor Penguin. It didn’t occur to me until just that moment that I had seen a pair of matches for his club on one of the tables I threw one of Maroni’s guys into earlier. Gritting my teeth, I felt my blood boiling at the thought that that new goon could have gotten the better of me. And that’s when I heard Ivy say what she did, eyebrows raised.

Was that embarrassment on her cheeks, because they were certainly flushing?

“Wow, you really must be glad to see us!" she exclaimed, looking down at the bulge in my new suit.

“Oh my!” Harley exclaimed in her skimpy nighty.

When I looked down and saw how hard I was, I realized that my real intentions of sticking around had just been found out. Then, Ivy offered me immunity to her kiss. Should I trust it? Or was I already under her spell? Obviously she had given something to Harley, otherwise she would have been dead as well. But I could see her breathing heavy back there on the couch, the scary movie playing in the background. Yes, it was true. I did want to join them, but cautiously so. After everything I had been through, why not have a little fun with these two? They were two of Gotham’s sexiest villainous vixens, and I was looking at one of them practically naked.

“I wonder if I can trust you Isley… lower your hands and let me really see you… then I’ll know for sure,” I growled, but calmly, staring her up and down.
 
I giggled and bared my body to him. Harley followed fully baring hers. I gave Batman the vial as well as the syringe to know that he could trust me. I figured maybe there could be some sort of truce after all the hell we put him through and him having to chase us around. Harley and I could use a change from being fully bad. The others were not going to like it, but I did not care. I was sick and tired of being lonely. Not only would I have Harley, but I would also have Batman. Plus, there would be no way that Joker would be hurting Harley if Batman was around. "You can trust us, Batman." I said caressing his arm. I even kissed passionately him to show that it worked. I still had Harley's juices on my lips as well.

"Alright, Bats! You strip as well since you want us naked." Harley laughed, "We want to see you naked as well."
 
When Ivy dropped her hands and put them at her sides, revealing to me her massive breasts and perky nipples, she also confirmed for me that she was a natural redhead as well. It looked good on her, the way she kept that whisp of landing hair down there, too, and made my cock ache. Could I really go through with this, I thought, as Harley slipped off her nightgown and exposed herself to me as well. She was shaved clean, her breasts just as large and perky. When I stared her up and down, Ivy gave me the antidote. Something made me want to pull away, but then I remembered what I had seen her doing to Harley Quinn. Unfortunately I didn’t get a good view.

But now, seeing Ivy’s mouth, lips, nose and chin glistening in the intoxicating nectar left on her face from Harley’s excitement, I knew I had to see first hand what her wet tongue looked like on Dr. Quinzel’s womanhood.

“You can trust us, Batman,” she said, caressing me and then pulling me into a kiss so deep, it felt more like I was eating Harley out myself since her forbidden scent was the one that I was inhaling off her lips, not her own.

When Ivy pulled away, I saw Harley watching us with delight, but a devilish look in her eyes.

“Alright, Bats! You strips as well since you want us naked!” she exclaimed while laughing.

“So you do both swing both ways? I always suspected about you two, but before I strip, I want you two to really show me yourselves. I’m still not sure if I can trust you both yet. And yes, Harley, Ivy… you both look absolutely stunning naked, better than my wildest dreams… but I want to really see your flowers in full bloom, so to speak anyway. Why don’t you sit back on the couch and both spread your legs for me… and then spread your lips as well,” I said, testing the waters, trying to see how far I could push these ex-cons.

The people of Gotham wouldn’t be happy to know what was happening, nor would the criminal underbelly. Maroni and Emperor Penguin would be dealt with on another day. For now, I wanted to play with my girls…
 
"Only with the right man and that would be you." I replied lustfully to Batman when he asked if I was straight up lesbian or bi-sexual. I would not do this with any of the other villains. Two Face had been interested regardless of me nearly killing him with my kiss while he was DA. He took charge as I expected he would and I loved it. I loved playing a dominant role, but it was nice to drop my guard. Harley and I followed his orders. "Yes, sir!" we said in unison as we spread our legs, then spread our pussies opened. To further tell him that he could trust us, I told him that he did not even have to take off his mask. We could keep his identity a secret in order to keep protecting Gotham City.
 
“Yes, sir!” Ivy had replied, turning back, and strutting over to the couch along with her twisted psycho of a girlfriend who coincidentally had the body of a supermodel.

Harley had the bigger breasts, the bedroom eyes, the luscious voice, the porcelain skin and fiery landing strip guarding her mound, but it was Harley who had the tighter form and the hairless mound. There was just something about her body, like an undressed doll just needing to be fucked. And the way she kept batting her eyes at me, those crazy eyes… it made it impossible for me to think of doing anything fucking the crazy right out of her (it was the one plan I had never tried with her or discussed with the physicians at Arkham Asylum, either). Maybe tonight, though…

It was always the smart nerdy girls who were the biggest freaks in bed, I knew. Dr. Harleen Quinzel had truly let her hair down. When she turned, I watched the creases in her cheeks fold, along with her redheaded temptresses of a girlfriend’s as they both displayed their rears to me on the way to the couch. When they both spread their legs, showing me their pussies, and then used their fingers to peel them open to show me their pink, I knew I could trust both women (that they were both wet made me realize that this was not some elaborate plan to get me to let my guard down).

Ivy told me I could keep my mask on, which I did, as I unfastened the many intricate layers of the Batman outfit except for it, displaying to them my chiseled figure and rock hard cock that was aching for attention, worship, and intense release.

“Those have to be two of the most beautiful pussies I’ve seen in Gotham, ladies. The question is, do either of you know your way around a big cock?” I asked, pointing it at both women, while gripping the shaft and squeezing the base, causing my head to swell.

“And please answer me while you both finger each other,” I also added.
 
Harley and I continued laying in position so that he could look us over. Even clothed I had seen we could see how big Batman's cock was. Even by the look on Harley's face, it said that it was by far much bigger than the Joker's. She was eyeing it very lustfully as was I. Catwoman had told us of how great of a lover Batman was and we could not help but be jealous. However, with her gone we were going to get to enjoy his company. “Those have to be two of the most beautiful pussies I’ve seen in Gotham, ladies. The question is, do either of you know your way around a big cock?” He asked us.

"Bats, your cock is by far the biggest I had ever seen." Harley gasped, "I can manage though."

I replied, "As can I." Prior to what happened to me, I had a boyfriend, but it did not work out considering I had always been very busy with my work. I had sex with him a few times. Even the size of his cock could not compare with Batman's. As much as my abilities that I gained from the chemicals could be a gift. They could also be a curse. Due to my toxic kiss, all out sex was out of the question. I did not trust other guys enough to give them the injection. As I told Batman, I did not give that injection to just anyone. I only trust him and Harley.
 
“Then why don’t you both come on over and show me,” I said, staring at both of them, wondering how much they both really knew about what I wanted from them.

“I want you both to see what the other looks like with my cock in their mouth,” I added, with a bit of a lustful growl, still mesmerized by the sight of their peeled open pussies.

I wondered if they would get jealous of each other, or turned on, or upset. Somehow, the idea of instilling a little bit of jealousy between the two did not seem like all that bad of an idea. I was already playing with fire, so why not have some real fun with it, I figured? After all, I was Batman. I knew Selena had a big mouth (which I was more than happy to exploit), but that didn’t meant she shared the most forbidden details of our sex lives with just anyone, even these especially iconic, villainous vixens.

I knew Ivy knew her way around a cock, something about a boyfriend before the accident. And then she had dated Harvey for that brief moment in time too, but had the two gone all the way? I could never tell as Harvey never kissed and told. She was the innocent nubile of the duo here. Harley, though, I knew had a reputation amongst Joker’s goons in the underworld. Did Ivy know all about her sexual history, I wondered? Rumor had it, Joker pimped her out amongst his goons, and that she had been gangbanged on a few occasions having every hole plugged in one capacity or the other. Was it true, I kept asking myself, staring at her somewhat less tight pussy?

I had even heard that on one occasion the whole extravaganza ended with a bukkake finish.

I would ask her, in time, only after both girls crawled over to me and proved themselves. Isley, my former intern, was going to surprise me the most now that I was immune, I could tell, watching that devilish, yet somewhat nervous look in her eyes.
 
We complied with naughty grins crawling over to him. We were both turned on by the idea of sharing his cock. We began to lick it to where our tongues not only caressed his cock, but each others tongues. We took our time licking it up and down from the base of his cock to his tip. I knew well of Harley's reputation. Some of it was willing and some of it wasn't. If Joker had a debt to pay to the other villains, he used her. The roughest next to Joker were Scarecrow (who did very cruel fear experiments before taking advantage of her), Bane, and Killer Croc. The others could be rough, but not as much. To boost the morale of his goons he allowed them to fuck her. Mostly, she was roughed up and occasionally I would have to tend to her wounds and to give her a shoulder to cry on.

Harley seemed so much more relieved having Batman around as was I. We began taking turns sucking both his cock and balls to where we were sharing him. "Mmmmmmmmmm!" we moaned in unison.
 
Ivy and Harley looked like a couple of slutty porn starts when their tongues met at the tip of my engorged cock, flicking in and out of each other’s mouths. Pretty soon, they were sloppily making out, saliva and pre-cum (both mine and Harley’s) stretching between their lips as they did so. I smiled down at them, grinning from ear to ear, and then proceeded to watch them take turns sucking my cock while the one waiting sucked on my balls. I had a fixation with Isley’s piercing, jade eyes on me, imagining her as my intern again, flashing me those “fuck my innocent brains out right on your desk, Mr. Wayne, and make me cum so hard that your secretary hears” eyes. I knew her experience with men was minimal compared to Harley’s, but still… this woman was delivering one hell of a professional-level blowjob! She could take it pretty far down too, but was starting to gag after a few moments while Harley watched on.

“Oh, Ivy…” I moaned. “That’s right… suck my big, fat cock…” I added lustfully.

Her blowjob was sensuous, forbidden, exotic, and somehow comforting all at the same time. It was as if she were trying to tell me through the art of fellatio (in front of your girlfriend no less) that everything would be okay between the three of us after tonight. Even as her girlfriend watched jealously, slobbering all over my balls while giggling like a fool, I ran my hair through Ivy’s luscious, red locks and groaned. I tried to tell her with my eyes that I understood what she was doing, but I couldn’t help myself, putting my hand on the back of her head and helping her take the last couple of inches, hearing her gag at the base of my cock while Harley just laughed. But soon, Ivy was moaning, as was Harley, who I could see was masturbating furiously, moaning in step with her girlfriend. I helped guide her, guide the blowjob, and then let the girls switch when I realized how badly I wanted Harley.

Isley seemed somewhat more hesitant to share Harley, but Harley was more than a natural. It was like she had a reputation to keep up. She went right for the deepthroat action, started to gag herself silly, causing her eyes to water over and saliva to spill out of the corners of her mouth. Ivy just cocked an eyebrow at her as she started to fuck her own mouth on my cock without any prompting from me, looking up and crossing her eyes, making goofy faces at me while her makeup just ran down her pale skin. It was the silliest, and somehow, sexiest thing I had seen her do.

“So Ivy… what do you think of your girlfriend sucking my cock?” I asked, reaching down to cup her massive breasts, touching them and rolling her nipples through my fingers, in complete disbelief at what was happening in the room between us.
 
I sucked on Batman's cock moaning in delight. I could suck Batman off, but could not fully deep throat... Yet. However, this was a start. I could learn by have Harley teaching me. Harley giggled, but was very patient with me. I knew she wasn't laughing to be cruel.In fact, she lovingly caressed my hand. She skillfully sucked his balls as well as caressing them. I observed wanting to improve even more. Meanwhile, she was playing with her pussy wanting to get it ready for his cock when it came time to fuck. I was a little jealous considering Batman's attention on her, but I knew we could make this work out as three.

It was soon Harley's turn. She had fun with it, but still looked hot doing it. I think it really helped lighten Batman's mood even more because I could see a smile on his face. Something that was very rare. She was making faces. I was trying not to laugh, but it was impossible. I moaned as Batman began playing with my breasts. He asked me what I thought of Harley sucking him off.

"I am fine with it." I moaned, "I am learning from her. I had not done this as much as she did."
 
“You could have fooled me, Ivy… you looked pretty comfortable with a cock in your mouth. I think it made you look rather sensuous. You’ve always been an illustrious woman in this town, but how well-respected could any vixen in Gotham be without knowing how to give a proper blowjob… the women of this city are practically famous for it,” I growled, smiling down at Harley, seeing her flashing her silly faces at me again.

“I think you’ve both proven yourself, but before I return the favor, Ivy… which I plan on doing to you first… I want to fuck those massive breasts of yours in front of Harley… and I want you to keep your eyes on me while you do it… or my cock… either way. I don’t know if you remember, but when we fought, and you almost killed me in that Eternal Youth Spa of yours… I remember these massive things spilling out and watching you angrily fumbling to put them back in that skin-tight outfit of yours. I’ve seen Catwoman, and now Harley, two of the most wanted villainesses in this town with the biggest bust size, so trust me when I say yours… are the biggest and the most beautiful,” I say, pulling my cock away from Harley’s mouth, thick strands of pre-cum and saliva connecting my engorged tip to her lips and chin, Harley sticking her tongue out at me, presumably for not choosing her breasts for the compliment.

I stared at Ivy, thinking about how badly I wanted to fuck her breasts, fuck her cleavage, and then maybe do the same to Harley. I hope she enjoyed herself and would enjoy the act, because my next move was to taste her up until now toxic womanhood. I had so many plans for her, for Harley too… some of which I wasn’t sure she was ready for (though I knew Harley would be from experience). When I placed my cock at Ivy, I saw her eyes go wide.
 
I offered my breasts to Batman. "Mmmm yes, fuck them please!" I moaned loving the idea of having Batman's cock between my tits. I squeezed them around his cock for some tightness. Batman was proving he could be quite the bad boy when it came to sex. Harley and I were loving it greatly. I watched as Harley licked her lips taking in the pre-cum. "Enjoying this, sweet girl." I moaned. She nodded and said in a sultry voice, "Uh huh!" I knelt to him as though worshipping him. Something he definitely deserved considering he had the body of a god! Harley began fingering herself watching knowing her turn would be soon.
 
“Fuck, Ivy… your tits feel amazing!” I cried, thrusting my cock in her cleavage.

“I fantasize about fucking you… and watching you getting fucked… all the time,” I growled, pulling my cock from her impressive cleavage, gripping it at its base to cause the blood to surge just through the shaft itself.

I fall to my knees, coming face to face with Ivy, and push Harley over with a squeal of delight and shock, Harley going crashing to the ground and giggling immediately afterward. I grip Poison Ivy’s wrist and pull her between Harley’s legs, at her spread eagle pussy and smile back at her.

“Care to join me, I think I’ll save you for next. I want a front row seat at some serious pussy-licking… and dirty talk,” I added, taking my tongue out and licking Harley’s glistening slit, causing her to moan, realizing how odd it was to know what one of my biggest foes’ privates tasted like.

It made me sick to think I had just tasted something reserved primarily for the Joker’s appetites, but knowing Ivy had been there last made it much more bearable. Still, there was something forbidden in taking advantage of the poor girl, and in watching Isley smiling at me right before her girlfriend’s most private area. I wanted to watch this so badly…
 
"Ohhhhhhhh Batman!" I cried out as he began to fuck my tits for a while before he gets really bold and gets us into position roughly.

"Mmm, you should taste her." I moaned, "As you tasted from my kiss, Harley tastes divine."

I watched as he began eating my girlfriend out. "Yes, Bats! Lick me!" Harley moaned begging Batman to lick her drenched pussy. I began to play with my pussy rubbing my clit imagining his tongue inside of me and caressed my breasts.
 
“Yes, but I want to taste you next,” I said, putting my fingers at her opening, finding her wet spot, and then taking a helping of her dripping nectar up into my mouth and making a show of swallowing her intoxicating pollen.

I now had tasted both Poison Ivy, Catwoman, and Harley Quinn’s pussies, and it instantly got me harder than before somehow. My cock ached for release and recognition, for some sweet lesbian attention. This was the threesome I had always fantasized about, I was sure to make it last.

“You didn’t seem fazed by my fantasy, Ivy… not just about eating Harley and fucking each other, but with another man… or men even…” I said, pulling her closer to Harley’s soaking slit, her naked body writhing around as I licked, sucked, and ate her womanhood like any foreign supermodel I had before, Ivy staring right into the heart of her girlfriend’s pussy.

I had to admit: Harley tasted divine, just as Ivy had promised, but watching Ivy rub herself, caress those massive breasts I had left pre-cum smeared between, made my cock twitch to see some serious lesbian action before I finally broke down and started fucking one of them in front of the other, maybe while the other watched or helped out in some way.
 
I whimpered in response as he slid his fingers in playing with my clit and opening then sampling my pussy after licking Harley's slit. "Ohhhhhh fuck yes, Batman!" I gasped almost unable to speak. I had once been a jealous person, but it sure as hell was changing with Batman around. It aroused me to see the way that he took her as well as the other men if they treated her right. I watched closely as he continued to eat her out. I kept rubbing my pussy where he left off. I saw how throbbing hard his cock.
 
I loved hearing Ivy moan and curse in ecstasy.

I also loved seeing her naked with Harley.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have what was properly mine and stood up, placing my cock right in front of Ivy’s pale, freckled little face. I gave my cock a squeeze at the base for her, some pre-cum dribbling out onto her breasts, and then moved it back toward her girlfriend’s wanting pussy. Harley looked up at me and shrieked with delight as I positioned myself at her entrance while looking deeply into her eyes. When I finally pushed myself in and heard her shriek with joy, I couldn’t believe it myself, that I was actually fucking Harley Quinn, the Joker’s girlfriend, right in front of her own girlfriend Poison Ivy. I gave her a few thrusts and turned back to Ivy, watching her watch me, take her girlfriend while making her moan.

“You like watching your girlfriend getting fucked, Isley?” I asked, growling while I did so.

“The things I’ve heard about Harley doing… with other men… I want to watch those same things… oh god… happen to you… Ivy…” I say, turning back and seeing Harley squealing out, her sensual, naked form too much for me to handle… especially the sight of my huge cock pumping in and out of her surprisingly tight pussy.
 
I could be patient as I watched Batman turn his attentions back to Harley, who was absolutely loving the things that he did to her. "Ohhhhhhhhhh god, Batman!" she cried out as his slid deep within her. I watched closely. Harley was grinding her body against his taking his cock very deep within her. I softly laughed to myself about the Joker getting pissed knowing Batman is fucking her much better than he ever could.

“You like watching your girlfriend getting fucked, Isley?” he asked, growling while I did so.

“The things I’ve heard about Harley doing… with other men… I want to watch those same things… oh god… happen to you… Ivy…” he said.


"Yes, I like it very much so!" I say in response, "You want me to be fucked by a lot of guys as well. If I do, I will have to make more of what I gave you and Harley."

It could be done, but I would be very busy and would have to know what guys he wanted to fuck me. I was turning over a new leaf and did not want to hurt anyone.
 
“Then do what you have to, and I’ll make the call,” I groaned, pumping in and out of Harley Quinn’s shaved cunt while her girlfriend watched on, mesmerized by the act.

I knew who I could call, a group of trust-worthy men I had met at an underground sex and swingers club that I often attended as Bruce Wayne with Selena Kyle. It had been a long time ago, when I was first chasing her, knowing she was using the rich men as bait so her partner to could snag their valuables and then blackmail the men with photos of them having sex with her. I had to admit, it turned me on immensely to watch her with them, and the women too. To think, I could watch Poison Ivy, my old intern, get gang-banged, was just too much. Turning back to her, I couldn’t believe I was staring at her naked, so close to Harley Quinn’s naked body.

Harley was unbelievably tight for used goods, and she had a knack for trying to make me laugh while I tried to fuck the crazy right out of her. Finally, I decided it was time to fuck the redhead, pulled out of Harley, my cock a sticky mess of pre-cum and her nectar. I presented it back to Isley, and then smiled down at her, knowing she would soon be mine. Those breasts, I just had to fuck them again, as hard as I was going to soon fuck her pussy and maybe even her ass if I was feeling up for it as well.

“I want to fuck you while you 69 with your girlfriend,” I growled at her.

Harley giggled with delight at this bit of news.

“And the men… all of the ones who are going to fuck you in front of me… I want to watch them all… give you a bukkake finish,” I finally added, watching her assume position.
 
"Just let me know how many." I said, "It won't take me long to make the drug to protect them.

I was a little nervous considering I had never been gang banged, but I wanted to do it. Not only to please Batman, but wanting to try new things. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Batman!" Harley cried out as she came for him. It was my turn. He growled to me, “I want to fuck you while you 69 with your girlfriend,". I positioned myself on Harley to where she could lick my pussy and so that I could lick hers. Harley would be licking his cock as well as my pussy while he fucked me. I loved the idea.
 
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