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🕑 Added 2017-10-02 22:15:51 +0000 UTCHarley watched breathlessly as Ivy undulated over to one of the broad-armed chairs, her ass swaying and swishing sexily from side to side, her full breasts bouncing and jiggling.
Ivy gave Harley a ravishing smile. The twitch of her ass as she undulated ahead of Harley gave Harley an itch in the clit. "Where's that clown of yours, Harley?" Ivy asked, moving out on the patio.
"Oh, Batsy busted him again. He’s in Arkham. Says he can break out all by himself. Have a chair and rest your cute tush."
"I'm glad you noticed, honey," Ivy laughed. Her voice was throaty and sensual. Her mouth was thick, lips pouting outward. "You're the one with the figure, Harley."
They took deck chairs, Ivy at Harley's left. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. Harley was getting horny again. Something about being without Joker made her even more aroused than she was when she was with him.. And Ivy was acting very receptive.
Ivy let her long legs spread apart, leaning back in the chair. Harley could see the line of Ivy's slit under the shorts. No panty line, either. Under those fetching shorts was bare cunt. And under the tank top were bare tits.
Ivy giggled, her ass restless in the chair. She lowered her voice. "I bet we could have some fun."
"You must be really hot in the tulips, Ivy."
"Oh, I am, honey," Ivy purred. "You’ve been gone two months. What the hell is a hard-up girl supposed to do, anyway?"
"Finger your clit, Red."
"I'd rather have you finger it, Harl," Ivy said, winking. She fluttered her tongue between her red lips, then jabbed it in and out.
"Or eat it, huh?" Harley smiled.
"Oh, would you? You can't imagine how damn hard-up I am! I've been considering buying one of those fake pricks!"
"I hear they really work," Harley said. "Especially when they vibrate."
"Stop teasing me!" Ivy pleaded. "Let's go somewhere right now and fuck!"
Harley laughed. Her cunt was turning wet. Joker was nowhere in sight. The last time Ivy had dropped by, wearing tight shorts and a snug blouse, had been months ago, and they hadn’t even gotten to third base before Mistah J interrupted them.
"Well, come on in, Ivy," Harley said. "I think we can find a nice place to enjoy ourselves."
Harley led the way upstairs toward the back, to a bedroom reserved for guests. Ivy let her left tit jiggle against Harley's arm.
"Now, get your ass around on the couch, Harl," Ivy laughed. "And take your bra off. Those nice tits of yours are driving me crazy!"
Harley shivered and unfastened the last strap that was holding her dress up. She was very proud of her tits. As Uncle Earl once said, they stuck out "a country mile." She always stroked and teased them with her free hand when she was getting her fun alone.
Ivy stared at Harley's luscious bare breasts, the coral nipples stiff and long. The delicate wide bands around the peaks were puffed with her excitement. Harley swung around on the couch, her legs spread, her cunt lifted for Ivy's delectation.
"It's all yours, Red!" Harley giggled, writhing her beautiful ass.
"Jeeese, you're fabulous," Ivy breathed, crawling between Harley's nyloned legs, braced on her knees and hands, her clit stinging with anticipation. Slowly she lowered her crotch, fastening her flaming cunt to Harley's. The sensuous velvety contact, Harley's tremor of eagerness, her slow seeking push against Ivy, surged Ivy's lust. She bedded her clit between the slick, wet labia.
"Ohhhhh!" Harley breathed, her thighs drawing back. "I'm really ready, Red!"
"I'm gonna give you the best fuck you ever had, sweetie," Ivy growled, hunching her tensing clit deeper. The cling of silky, hot pussy, whirled sweet thrills through Ivy's loins. "You’re gonna beg for more every time you come.”
"Nnnnnnn!" Harley breathed, coming up. "I love that little clit of yours!"
"It sure loves pretty pussy," Ivy muttered, hunching again. She lowered her head to the peaked high tits, her tongue coiled out and touched a dainty pink nipple. Harley shuddered, her hands caressing Ivy's shoulders, her face very flushed, already twisting with her need.
Oh, I never realized how much I've missed hot, juicy cunt! Harley thought, her own clit burning for a come. It's been ages! She fucks more like a man than a girl, and it's just wild! That clit of hers, it's better than a pie in the face! I'm going to blow apart!
She watched Ivy close her lips around a tumid, tender nipple and felt the sweet sucking action, the winding tongue across her needy flesh. Honeyed thrills shot from her tits down to her crotch, her clit ached. Ivy's slow, teasing pumps began to draw the goodies along her thighs!
"OHH, OHHH!" Harley gasped, trying to fuck more swiftly. "Come on, Red! I’ll beg for it, I’ll beg for it, just make me come!"
Ivy shuddered, wanting to drag Harley's fun out a little longer, but the younger girl was used to rushing to her peak, like most girls. The first rubbing, touching orgasm was important; though; it would make them closer than ever, and Harley could learn some of the finer points of lesbian sex a bit later. That was where a woman had it all over a man; she could come and come, time after luscious time.
Ivy raised her head from the beautiful, swollen breasts and went into her short strokes. She was not quite ready yet herself; the longer she waited the harder she went off. Bringing Harley's pleasure was the very important thing, now. Ohhhh, yes!
"Come up good in my cunt, baby!" Ivy panted, her ass flying. The sweet squish of eager cunts together, Harley's contorted face, her total involvement, the jerk of her beautiful thighs and ass as the nuances of her ecstatic joy racked her pelvis—that's what a girl-girl fuck was all about!
"NNNN--OH, OH, OHHH!" Harley cried fiercely, hunching up, her cunt spasming deliciously with the beat, beat, beat of her climax. Her tits heaved, her hands grabbed at Ivy's shoulders, her arms shook, too. "Ohhhhh--damn!"
Ivy held back with a strong effect. Jeeese! This beauty was really blowing a good one! Her inner cunt had no movement, but the twitch of her cuntlips and the slow, sweet bunching of her loins said it all. Her clit rubbed into Ivy's clit with luscious swiftness. A sweet flow of more pussy-juice, her girl-come, made their cunts extra slick and luscious.
"Ohhhhh, God!" Harley breathed, softening, her body still shaking in her aftermath. "Ohhh, I wish more houseplants were like you!"
"I knew I could get you off good, Harl," Ivy giggled, keeping her clit in snugly, achy twinges of her need—some of the best she had ever known.
"Oh, you're so nice and filthy! Like a cactus on the outside, all needles, but then I touch ya and you’re soft as a daisy!" Harley sighed. Her legs dropped, she shivered. "I never had it like--this!"
"We'll have lots of fun from now on, huh?" Ivy smiled, tensing her clit.
"Ohhhh, yesss!" Harley exclaimed, tightening her legs around Ivy's ass. "You didn't come, Red. Is something the matter?"
"I need lots of nice fucking to bring mine, sweetie," Ivy laughed softly. "Don't worry about it. You'll know it when I blow."
"Ohhhh, I've missed this so much," Harley breathed, caressing Ivy's waist and arms. "That little thing of yours really revs me up!"
"How long since someone besides me or the clown got in your panties, honey?" Ivy asked, curious.
"Oh, two years... a girl." She hesitated. "I've had some prick--besides Mistah J's, but..."
"Hell, I go for some cock myself once in a while," Ivy lied easily. It sounded to her like Harley was lying too, and she doubted Joker was human enough to have any real interest in sex, no matter how Harley pretended otherwise. She wondered if her bestie with benefits was a virgin, or at least virginal in places. "Too bad we don’t have any on us.”
They both laughed.
Sure, she remembers J's prick, Ivy thought. But I've got her pussy now, and I'll keep on having it. Still, it might be fun to watch her get fucked again, but if she does I'll BE THERE and I’ll be the one doing the fucking, in the end. Any cock there will just be a toy as far as I’m concerned.
And as fate would have it, that was when Barbara Gordon bothered them, bringing with her a great big cock in the most appealing package Ivy could possibly imagine. They’d helped themselves to the generous offer, teaching Batgirl a valuable lesson about the perils of her chosen career—one a great many people would teach not nearly so pleasurably—and availed themselves of the seed her temporary endowment offered in abundance. Seed: how could Ivy dislike it? It reminded her of a Callery pear.
Now that Batgirl was temporarily exhausted as a supply of the sweet-tasting liquid, Ivy left her to think on her failings in the comfortable bindings of her helpful vines while she and Harley attended to each other. It was just as Ivy had thought earlier. A male member, even on a woman, could only be useful for so long, but a cunt was the gift that kept on giving.
Ivy had dropped to her knees and now stared at Harley's pussy from a few inches away. Every time she saw it was like the first time. She looked at the pulpy little mound and the dark juicy cleft between the two lovely pussy lips. She stared in awe at the sight of her finger up between those two little partings. Harley's sex was wet and hot, and sucked on her finger, trying to draw it further inside.
She pumped the finger slowly in and out, watching as it glistened wetly with each withdrawal. She brought up her left hand and slowly massaged Harley's sweet pussy, continuing to pump her finger in and out of the slit. She brought her face closer still and slid a second finger into Harley's box, prying the tight lips open so she could peer inside.
Harley pushed up on her knees and began to roll her hips in Ivy's face. Ivy licked at the juicy lips. She knew Harley was close to coming. She turned her cheek against the moist cunt. "No, Harley, not yet, please, not yet... Let's see if double the gingers doubles our fun." She waited as Harley's fingertips dug hard against her head, as she tried to stop the almost automatic swaying of her hips and rubbing of her sex.
Ivy got up and went to the bound, gagged Batgirl, sitting between her legs, almost in her lap, her ass against Barbara’s erect member as if she were giving the crimefighter a lapdance. Barbara murmured unhappily, her face flushing as the pleasure of the contact between Ivy’s naked ass and her own receptive prick flooded into her.
Thus situated, Ivy held out her hand to Harley. When Harley enthusiastically took it in both hands, Ivy pulled her down to sandwich her in between the clown and Barbara.
"I've missed feeling your tongue in my cunt," Ivy whispered hotly in the younger girl's ear. "And I've missed the way your body feels pressed against mine."
Ivy was on the bottom, her long, slender legs parted and cradling Harley between them. She had her hands on the young woman's bare ass, her fingers immediately going for Harley's throbbing asshole.
"OH!" Harley gasped when the redhead’s finger probed up into her ass. "Push your finger deeper, Ivy, push it deep."
She was sprawled on top of the voluptuous woman, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as Ivy moved her hips and ground their crotches together. Lying thigh to thigh and nipple to nipple, both of them squirmed and writhed slowly, rubbing their silky flesh together and quickly getting turned on. And so did Barbara, as if there were too much lust not to overflow from them, it surged into Barbara out of their cavorting bodies and into her trapped member.
"Let me suck your pussy," Harley said softly, already inching her way down along the other girl's curvaceous frame. She moved down slowly, her lips trailing over Ivy's full tits, moving across the flat expanse of her stomach, sliding over her groin, and finally arriving at the bushy juncture of the girl's damp thighs.
As Harley had moved down Ivy's body, Ivy's fingers had slipped from Harley's tight asshole, sliding up between the cheeks of her ass and then along the curve of her back until Ivy's hands were now on the girl's shoulders.
“Don’t forget to play with our new pet,” Ivy reminded her gently. “Big dicks like hers need extra love.”
Reaching around Ivy’s curvy body, Harley stroked her hand up Barbara’s thigh. She cupped her balls shyly, intrigued at the way they shifted and rolled inside their velvet pouch. Harley squeezed gently, curious about what they felt like. She ran her thumb over each ball in turn, judged its weight and thickness. Tiny hairs tickled her fingers as she played with Barbara.
Then she came to the cock itself, which lay propped up against Barbara’s lower belly, as if resting. She curled her slender fingers around it, hefting it up, then gave it a friendly squeeze. To her amazement, a thick pearl of clear fluid oozed out the slit, rolled down Barbara’s cockhead and on down over her fingers.
"It's leaking!" she gasped, her mouth open with amazement. "Her cock's leaking... stuff! What is it? Gee whiz!"
"It's only precum,” Ivy told her confidently. “Don't worry about it. You'll see a lot of that before you're through. Pull on her cock. Hold it gently but firmly. Pump it up and down."
"Like this?" Harley wondered, yanking roughly on Barbara’s hard-on. Already it seemed to be growing thicker in her fist.
Ivy felt a hot spit of precum on her pert buttocks. "Whoa! Not so rough. Squeeze it, but pump it real soft. Like that, yeah. You learn fast."
Harley began to shuck Barbara’s prick up and down in her fist. But then, she paused, changing hands so that she could fondle her balls. She set up a steady rhythm, making Barbara’s cock squeak and snap wetly. The fingers of Harley’s other hand tickled and teased her balls, coaxing them along nicely. She began to get the hang of what she was doing.
"Hey, nice, real nice," Ivy commented lazily, looking over her shoulder at the expert pumping. Barbara’s cock was growing numb in her fist. Her shining red prickhead was growing to the size of a tennis ball.
"Am I doing it right? Does it feel good?" Harley asked, her eyes wide and shining.
"You're doing fine. Batgirl’s loving it," Ivy croaked. "Only trouble is, if you keep up like this, she’ll be shooting her wad too soon."
Shooting her wad? Harley didn't understand. But she didn't spend much time thinking about it. Barbara’s cock fascinated her. She leaned to Ivy’s side and stared at the prick intently, studying every angle of it, learning all she could. She couldn't get over how the outer skin slid so easily over the solid inner shaft, and how the funny puckered skin at the top peeled back to reveal the gross red cockhead each time she tugged down on it.
And it was still growing in her hand. Harley swore it was. She wouldn't have thought it could get any thicker but, sure enough, as she pulled it, her fingers were forced to adjust their grip on it again and again. It felt so funny, like holding a snake or something. Barbara’s prick was so warm and strong and powerful. It was ugly as hell, but it was kind of beautiful, too.
“Don’t forget your other pet,” Ivy said, reaching between her legs to slide open her labia with her fingers. “It wants to be played with too.”
Taking five trembling fingers off Barbara’s manhood, Harley spread Ivy's slippery pink cunt open, holding her labia apart while she kissed and smacked her lips all over them.
Ivy shuddered, her ass squirming and her heels digging into the floor. She leaned back against Barbara’s with her thighs spread as wide as she could get them, pumping her womanly hips with a short, jerky motion that made her pussy slide up and down against Harley's mouth. It pleased Barbara too, the heat of Ivy’s buttocks and the pressure of Harley’s hand; Ivy could feel Barbara’s breath coming hot and passionate on the back of her neck.
"Shove your tongue up my snatch," Ivy murmured, "Lick it all over! I love the feel of your hot mouth between my legs like that, I love it. OHHHH! Keep teasing at my clit like that, Harl. That's what really turns me on. Suck it! Suck harder!"
Harley's wet tongue licked and nudged and tickled the tiny pink point of the redheaded woman's clit, lapping at it with a frenzy until Ivy was quaking wildly. She sucked as much of the shaking girl's cunt into her mouth as she could get, tightening her lips and sucking her cheeks in.
"I love it when you eat me out!" Ivy gasped, pushing her slick snatch tighter to the light-haired girl's mouth, freeing Barbara’s cock from the crush of her ass and giving Harley room to stroke it, which the clown did with multitasking efficiency. She was a natural giver. Used to pleasing as many people as she could.
"I love the way your tongue snakes up inside of me. It's making me shiver all over." Ivy reached behind herself and hooked a finger on Barbara’s gag, pulling it out of Barbara’s sensuously parted lips. “How do you like those hot little hands on your prick, Bat? Are they as good as that pretty little face in my cunt?”
"Slow down, slow down," Barbara wheezed, her voice oddly tense. She stared down anxiously at her blazing cock.
"It's getting bigger! Your cock's still growing!" Harley marveled, not missing a beat in her expert jacking. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"You're not hurting me—no—too good—little too good—stop or I’ll--blast my jizz all over you--!"
"Blast your jizz?" Again Harley didn't understand. She took her mouth off of Ivy’s sex to look from Barbara’s face to her pumping hand, then back again, trying to figure out what she was talking about.
“Don’t worry about it,” Ivy groaned, pushing Harley back down to her womanhood. “You’ll love it. Keep going. I think we’re about to have the best of both worlds. A sweet lesbian love-in with a great big cock coming all over us too!”
It had been a long night for Barbara. In fact, it had been a long summer. For weeks now, she'd been trying to get past first base with Dick, only to have to stop whenever things got interesting. She’d sucked him off, she’d let him eat her ass, but she’d had to keep him far away from her embarrassing little ten-inch problem. Night after night, both of them had gone home with smoldering balls, her cock and his leaking in their underwear and throbbing painfully. Barbara didn’t know about Dick, but her only relief had been jerking herself off in the shower.
And now, with Harley nearly nude, her tits and cunt on mouth-watering display for Barbara, and jacking on Barbara’s cock like she'd been doing it all her life, Barbara wanted to keep her cool. She wanted to take charge, ease her cock into Harley, and give her a fucking she'd never forget.
If she'd been in control, that's what she would have done. But she wasn't. Not anymore. Harley’s hand on her cock was just too much. She'd only been jerking on her for a few minutes, but Barbara already felt herself slipping. She felt the heavy sensation in her balls and the numbness in her cock. It was only a matter of moments, and she'd be a goner. She had to do something, she just had to.
As always, Harley quickly got so excited as she sucked the other girl's vivid red pussy that she couldn't even think straight. All that concerned her was getting as much wet contact as possible between her lips, tongue and face and Ivy's cunt. She wanted to rut around in the sloppy wetness that had a smell of its own, wanted to cover as much of her cheeks and chin as she could with Ivy's hot, perfumed moisture.
Her fingers still holding the villainess's quivering snatch open, Harley traced with just her tonguetip up and down along the pink fleshy folds that steadily grew more swollen and sensitive, flicking rapidly at Ivy's throbbing clit when she got there. She enclosed it with her lips, sucking it as hard as she could while Ivy writhed and jerked beneath her.
"Keep sucking my clit! Suck it! I'm so close to coming! OHHH! MMMM! GOD! I'm so close! Stay on my clit till I get off!"
Ivy spread her knees still wider, her hips starting to bounce up and down as she ground her pussy against Harley's face and her ass against Barbara’s prick. She trembled even more when Harley suddenly began working two fingers held together up into her tight cunt, pushing them in and then easing them slowly back out.
“Quinzel!” Barbara cried out desperately.
"What's the matter, Batbabe?" Harley asked innocently, as if she had nothing to do with what was happening. Her hand shucked Barbara’s cock evenly and didn't appear about to let her loose.
"Let go, for fuck's sake! Let go of my cock, or I'll spill my load all over you!"
"Spill your load?" Harley mouthed stupidly. The full weight of Barbara’s balls rested on her palm. The thick tree trunk of Barbara’s cock squirmed and writhed in her pumping hand.
Groaning with pleasure, Ivy got her hands behind Harley's head and pulled the girl's face more into her crotch, her hips jerking up at the same time and the muscles in her bare legs straining. She started wiggling all over Barbara’s lap, unable to restrain herself when Harley sucked her clit all the harder.
Just as Ivy was ready to come, Harley pulled her sucking mouth away and lapped down into the glistening flesh of the girl's pulsating cunt, her probing fingers sliding out as her tongue took their place. Ivy shivered uncontrollably, and Harley speared her tongue as deep as she could push it up the redhead's snatch. With her face crushed to Ivy's crotch, she licked all around the wet insides of Ivy's quivering cunt.
"Fuck! Let go, you stupid cunt!" Barbara raved. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Ivy stood up, twisting around to face Barbara and jumping up to wrap her legs around Barbara’s head.
"Here, ginger," she called out, her voice heavy with lust. "Use that mouth somewhere other than the Batpole."
Barbara had no choice, having her mouth pressed against that hot, slippery twat and she began to lick and lap at it. Within seconds the sounds of Barbara's avid cunt lapping, the wet slurping sounds as she sucked up Ivy’s constantly flowing juices, filled the room.
A thick ribbon of silver spunk shot out from Barbara's cockhead. It hung in the air for a split second, then fell splattering across Harley's pale body. The white stream made an audible smack on her skin as it looped itself around one of her tits and snaked across her ribs. Cum shined brightly, in meager contrast to the milky whiteness of her flesh.
"I'm shooting all over you! I'm shooting!" Barbara cried hopelessly into Ivy’s sex, still trying to grapple her cock from Harley’s fingers. But she wouldn't let Barbara go. It was as if her fingers were welded to the exploding prick.
Harley stared at Barbara’s cockhead, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. But she pumped still.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Barbara chanted into Ivy’s muff as her cock emptied itself.
A long rope of cum shot up into the air, then fell splattering over Harley's other tit. This time, the cream bathed her erect nipple, making it gleam, before spinning off down her tit to her throat. The silver fluid collected in the hollow of her neck.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Barbara repeated. Now she gave up all attempts to retrieve her prick and simply heaved her hips back and forth, forcing it through the cradle of Harley's fingers.
Ivy twisted and writhed in place and then gave vent to a piercing yell as she came in Barbara's mouth.
"Ooohh, you eat pussy good," the hot Ivy breathed. "Now it’s your turn. Give Harley her treat..."
Harley couldn't quite believe what was happening. She was getting covered in Barbara’s cream, and there was nothing she could do about it. There was nothing she wanted to do about it. She couldn't have let go of Barbara’s shooting cock to save her life. She was fascinated by it.
She watched as Barbara drew back yet again. Then the cocktip split again, and another jet of white cum shot up her body, this one dancing across her skin as if shot from a gun. The huge streamer bounced over her lower belly, filling her navel to overflowing, then rode up over her stomach and ribs before diving through the deep valley of her cleavage. Barbara’s jism drooled on to join the other pools of cum in the hollow of her neck. The silver trail divided her nude body like the centerline down a road.
"Christ! Oh, no!" Barbara wailed, shocked at what she was doing, even to a vile criminal. Harley had her thighs spread wide and her feet against the floor. And, still, she pulled on Barbara’s cock.
"So much stuff! So much!" she whispered, her first words in some time. "It's just pouring out of you."
Great strings of cum oozed out of Barbara’s cock and drooled down over Harley’s fingers. It gathered like cobwebs in her damp pubic hair. Ivy looked over her shoulder so that she could watch the silver jism wriggle and drip down over Harley’s wide open pussy. She found she liked the idea that Barbara’s cum was dripping from the wet folds of Harley’s cunt. The clown’s hand pumped more slowly, milking up the final dregs of steaming jism.
Harley stared down at her cum-spattered body, fascinated. She was drenched in jizz from her cunt to her neck. Long silvery ribbons of it decorated her, like icing on a cake. Lines of jism hung off her tits, made her nipples glisten. Streams of white crisscrossed her belly and dripped off her flanks.
Harley let go of her cock, and she began to run her fingers through the cream, massaging it into her skin. She managed to gasp hoarsely, "Lift your legs up, and I'll lick your asshole."
Almost on command, Ivy laid down and raised her long legs off the ground, Harley throwing herself on her until her knees were hooked over the younger girl's shoulders, Ivy’s ankles crossed behind Harley's back and her ass in the air.
With her moist tongue, Harley darted in quick, wet circles around Ivy's exposed and twitching asshole, licking at the puckered flesh and then stabbing up inside it.
Ivy stiffened with the sensation of Harley's hot tongue sliding into her ass, her breath catching in her throat and her legs straightening until they were stretched taut. She squirmed while Harley licked out her asshole, jerking and twisting up and down.
Sliding her tongue up between the juicy lips of Ivy's cunt again, Harley went right back to the straining girl's clit. She sucked it into her mouth and tongued it with a fury, licking it all over and not letting up until Ivy shuddered with a broken groan and suddenly started coming.
"OHHH GOD!" Ivy rasped, her entire body quaking. "I'm coming my ass off! OHHH! Keep sucking my cunt! Use your fingers in my asshole, use your fingers in my cunt! OHHH! OHHHHH! I'M ON FIRE!"
Harley just kept mouthing and sucking Ivy's snatch, licking back and forth across her quivering clit and making her groan and squirm mindlessly. She was drowning in Ivy's gushing juices, her face sopping wet with them, but she only pressed tighter into the coming girl's crotch, wanting to give her the best climax imaginable.
Ivy finally let out a ragged moan and dropped her head back to the floor. Her legs dropped from around Harley's neck, where they'd ended up, and sprawled open.
Harley sat up with a giggle, absently wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand. It was funny to her that she had the cum of both a crook and crimefighter covering her all over. Then she noticed something literally staring her in the face. “Hey… hey, Red? Batboobs is all hard again? Ya think she enjoyed the show or sumthin’?”
