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Marry The Injustice
🕑 Added 2018-08-29 19:30:48 +0000 UTCEver since his Harley had admitted she’d gossiped with her cross-time counterpart—Bruce could hardly expect her not to—he’d been waiting for the Harley from the dystopian, Justice Lords akin universe to come to him. He had to admire the comparative tactical readiness of her skintight leather pants, her corset top, and bolero jacket, even as the low-cut top ended up showing about as much skin as she usually did, if not more. The blue and pink dye in her hair also provided a note of novelty, given how used he was to red and black.
“So, Batsy!” the other Harley said, setting her baseball bat down like a cane to lean on. “Other Harleen tells me she’s on the side of angels too! Guess us Harleys are much nicer than you give us credit for.”
Bruce resisted the urge to kick her bat out from under her. “You can be useful, when properly motivated.”
“So what’s her motivation? I know she’s got a whopper of wedding ring on her, but don’t tell me you went and—“
Bruce set the top of his boot against her resting bat. “What’s it to you?”
“Nuthin’, nuthin’.” Harley jerked the baseball bat a little to the side, leaning on it again just out of Bruce’s range. “I just thought a big bachelorino like you could get the milk without buying the cow, know what I mean?”
“It’s complicated. You’d be bored.”
“Probably. Eh, now I wonder if I didn’t settle. If that’s what you’ll do to get me on the team, then I shouldn’t have gone for the pardon, I should’ve held out for one of your Batboys. The Prince Harry of supaheroes…”
Bruce gave her a look. “You’re thinking of Harley as my wife. That’d be a mistake.”
“Ohhh?” Harley mewled. “Watcha mean by that, Brucie-wucie? Hubby?”
Bruce reached down to his codpiece and unzipped it, hauling his cock out into the open. It hung out far in front of him, half-hard, thick and long. Too long for Harley to ignore.
“My body is in excellent health. It produces a great deal of semen, filling my balls.” As he said this, Bruce lazily worked his hand back and forth on his shaft, erecting it to its full size and grandeur. “My work is stressful. Ejaculation reduces that stress. But I need somewhere to put all my cum. That’s where your counterpart comes in. She’s a cum dumpster. Whenever I have a spare moment, I know she’s too much of a horny slut to say no to my cock, so I fuck her or sodomize her or have her suck me off. I wouldn’t say she’s on the side of angels, but she is a good girl. She thanks me for all the cum I give her. She swallows every drop. She loves the taste so much that she prefers it when I come on her face, her tits, because then she gets to lick it all up bit by bit. Sometimes, after I cover her, she spends hours licking herself. Even Selina doesn’t do that.”
Harley was virtually hypnotized. She stared at Bruce’s now-massive erection as if afraid that if she looked away, even for an instant, it would be gone. “I, uh… no, there’s no way… no way I could take all of that… it’s thicker than my wrist!”
“You just need practice. Down. On your knees. I need stress relief.”
“I… I…” Harley was still protesting, almost squeaking, as she knelt down. “Will you come on my face? Like the other me likes so much?”
“No. I’m coming in your mouth. You’re going to swallow every drop and you’re going to thank me like the polite young woman I know you can be.” Bruce reached down to run his free hand over her face. “But I will slap you with my cock, after we’re done. I know how much you like that.”
Harley was practically vibrating. “I wanna come back… with your cock juice smeared on my cheek. I want everybody to see it… everybody…”
Bruce let go of his member, taking hold of her pigtails instead. They made good handlebars. “Suck. Like a good cum dumpster.”
Harley opened her mouth wide and took the first inch. Then the second, and the third. By the time Mrs. Harleen Wayne came back to find them, she’d managed to get fully half of his prick crammed down her gullet. Bruce regretted he didn’t have time to reach her how to relax her throat and take him down almost to her stomach like his wife could do.
“Waddya think, Bats?” his Harley asked, sauntering up to them in the skintight jester’s outfit he couldn’t help but think of as superior to all her sluttily-dressed doubles. “Am I a good cock holster on every Earth?”
“I’ll need to fuck a lot more of you to find out. Lucky you’re all such sluts.” And, gripping his Harley by her fool’s cap, he pulled her into a kiss, groping her ass at eyelevel with the other Harley.
It ended up being the first time he’d ever cock-slapped two women at once.
Comments
Gundam lupus
Hmm...would be interesting if ya did this with the INjustice batman and a few catwomen. i prefer batcat over crazy bat.
Shendude
A nice little PWP. And I agree on the outfit.
"It ended up being the first time he'd ever cock-slapped two women at once". Any story that ends with that sentence is going to be good.
