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🕑 Added 2016-12-06 21:12:25 +0000 UTC Harley held her vintage Y&K Voltron Dairugger Deluxe Die-cast with spring-loaded lion’s head and stickers, gold/brass color on the shoulders of the Black Lion, red on the back of the Blue Lion, silver cannon on the Yellow Lion, real kung-fu grip and built-in water gun and real flashing eyes in front of a fan, weaving it between the tape stuck to the fan’s protective casing that fluttered in the breeze. She made engine noise with her lips.“I know what to do with Hiro,” Selina said.
Ivy let out a barked ‘ha!’ of laughter, not looking up from her magazine. “Yeah, I’ll bet.”
“Shut the fuck up, weedkiller. Maybe if you knew a thing about what you were doing down there, I wouldn’t need a college student with a big cock.”
Ivy lowered her magazine a bit, then raised it again. “Not worth it.”
“Wanna know what is worth it?” Selina asked, lying down beside Harley. Kittenishly, she bopped her head against the clown’s. “You remember the Kensington Stash.”
Harley recited like she was giving a grade school presentation. “A deposit of the profits for all the mobs in Gotham City, guarded by a third-party, the Zeirgut Crime Syndicate. Billions of dollars pass through it everywhere, but no one can break into it.”
“Because…?” Selina prompted.
Ivy whipped her magazine down. “Because they have a goddamn Chemo guarding the place and it could wipe the floor with all three of us if we so much as breathed on it. Which is exactly how the Joker and Black Mask can both do their banking in the same place. No one’s going up against a Chemo.”
“Mistah J…” Harley said, tears welling in her eyes.
Selina licked one away. She was always in a good mood after being fucked. “I also seem to recall those Amazos we heisted. The only reason they were so poorly guarded is because they were broken down. We could never get them to work, but we still have them.”
“Hard to list them on eBay,” Ivy recalled.
“So, we have our boy genius, who is inclined to do what we say thanks to me making him feel so at home…”
Ivy hid her smirk behind her magazine.
“We make him fix the Amazos, have them distract the Chemo, and we steal the loot. We’ll make far more doing that than trying to ransom Hiro.”
“And what do we do with him afterward?” Ivy asked.
“Kick him loose. Unless he wants to stay.” Selina sighed. “Men can get so hung up on me.”
“Wait a minute,” Harley piped up, “didn’t we get rid of those Amazos?”
“No, we didn’t,” Selina stated confidently.
“I thought you told me to get rid of them. Said it was like having three metal sex dolls just lying around…”
“No. I didn’t.” Selina’s eyes narrowed. “Harley, where are the Amazos?”
“Oh, the polite impounded them when they raided our last hide-out.”
“Harley!”
“Selina!” Ivy chided, tossing her magazine aside as she rose. “Let me handle this: Harley!”
Harley spread her hands. “It’s fine, it’s fine, the coppers think they’re just weird sex dolls. There are three of them, and three of us, so—“
“So the cops think we own three sex dolls,” Ivy groaned.
“Three identical sex dolls,” Selina said. “And now I have to steal them back.”
“But we stole them from Professor Ivo’s nephew in the first place!” Harley pointed out.
“So what?”
“If we stole them from him, and then the cops stole them from us, don’t the two stealin’s cancel each other out?”
“What on God’s green earth are you talking about?”
“Like if someone stole from a little kid with cancer, then someone stole from him, then you stole it, then that’s pretty much like you’re stealing something that’s never been stolen from the third guy, not like you stole from the little kid…”
“Wait,” Ivy said, “is the little kid a guy…?”
Selina pulled her goggles down over her eyes. “I’m going to break into the evidence lock-up. You two keep Hiro on ice until I get back. Don’t mess with him.”
“Seliner’s got a boyfriend, Seliner’s got a boyfriend…”
***
Hiro woke up to a sexy redhead snapping her fingers in his face. She was wearing a dark, floor-length dress that molded itself to her luscious figure. He could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples pressed against the material, hard and protruding to match the size and firmness of her breasts. Despite being tied to a wheelchair, he felt a warmth in his crotch.
“Who are you?” he demanded. “What am I doing here? What the hell is this?”
“You mean Harley didn’t tell you?” The woman tsked, shaking her long hair. “Typical. I’m Poison Ivy. There. Does that help you?”
He thought he’d heard of her. Adult film star? Stripper? Internet-famous model?
Shit, no, supervillain! The only people who had bodies like that were celebrities or metahumans!
“Yes,” she purred, going to a nearby lab table. She picked up a clipboard—he seemed to recall a dream about someone tending to him and marking marks on that paper—and went over it. “Still a little groggy, I see. Selina must’ve taken a lot out of you.”
Even across the room he could smell her perfume, and he felt a little dizzy. He was glad he was hunched over so that she could not see the condition of his cock.
He tried to shake the sleep out of his head. “So, wait, you’re holding me hostage?”
“Oh, we’re quick,” Ivy taunted. She set down the clipboard and began mixing chemicals together from the various beakers and vials on the table
“Still? I fixed Harley’s damn toy, why haven’t you let me go already?”
“It’s like this,” Ivy said. “See, you’re quite influential. Wealthy and powerful, with all your companies and stock options. Once I make you my slave, you’ll be an important voice against deforestation.”
She finished the chemical she was mixing, stirring it in a bowl over a Bunsen burner, then picked up a syringe and filled it with the fluid. Hiro could see that it was a different color than it had been when she’d mixed it. That couldn’t be good.
“And with this, you won’t worry about anything else…”
She took a step toward him, her verdant green dress practically glimmering as it came into the light, but all he had eyes for was the dripping needle of the syringe as she held it up, the point long and glinting.
Then Ivy stepped on the hem of her dress and tripped, landing flat on her face on the floor.
Hiro winced. That looked painful. Then she staggered up and he winced again. The needle was impaled in her shoulder, the plunger depressed by the impact—all of the solution was gone.
“Oh… oh, goddess…” Ivy moaned, staring at the syringe. She ripped it away and tossed it aside, returning her attention to the mark it had left in her creamy green skin with ripening curiosity. “Oh… oh… ohhhhhh…”
“Ivy?” Hiro called, biting his lip in concern. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she answered quickly. Just answering him felt so… good! “Is there anything else you want to know?”
“Could you… untie me?” he tried.
“Why would I do that?” she asked, taking a few steps toward him before she stopped herself. She asked the question with genuine confusion.
“I just thought it’d be nice—“
“It would be nice,” Ivy said, taking another step toward him, then looking as if she’d walked into a room and forgotten why she’d come in.
Hiro had no idea what the hell was going on, but the closer Ivy got, the better. Especially with that perfume she was wearing…
“Don’t you want to untie me?”
Ivy spoke in a daze. “I mean, sure, of course I would, but—“
“It just seems wrong to keep me tied up, doesn’t it?”
Ivy got a proud look in her eyes. She wouldn’t submit to him! She wouldn’t be humiliated by him! Only… was it wrong? “Yes… yes, it does…”
“C’mon, untie me. You know you want to. I bet you’ll feel much better about yourself once you do.”
On some level, she knew she had to get away, had to leave until the formula wore off. But his voice was so lovely, and the more he told her what to do, the better it felt…
She hurriedly went to him, bending over his restrained body to reach behind his back and undo the knot tying his hands. Doing so brought an unequaled view of her cleavage swimming into Hiro’s face, utterly without reservation on her part. Hiro stared down at her breasts, practically bare from this angle, watching how they shifted around in the loose bodice of the dress, jiggled with the tight caress of her brassiere.
He stared down headily at her pale green cleavage—she leaned down further, as if to better display it, and it was like they were completely uncovered. He could see her nipples scrunched against the inside of her bra, the chlorophyll-green veins that ran finely over the skin of her teats, their heft as they jostled with sluggish mass in soft response to every movement of her arms in untying him. They were real, soft and full, only kept from buoyant jiggling by the advanced engineering of her bra. And he was so absorbed, both by the thought of her naked and the sight of her clothed, that he barely even unnoticed his hands were free.
“Is there anything else you would like?” Ivy asked, her voice breathlessly eager to please. She pulled back, just enough to stare into his eyes, and she seemed to beg to be used. Then she shook it off, again seeming confused, like she was trying to think of a word and it was on the tip of her tongue…
Hiro was no dummy. Even at a time like this, he was smart enough to wonder if it was a trick. Maybe Ivy had set this whole thing up as a trap, to prove he was some sexist pig so she could justify killing him. She’d play along, but the moment he said anything demeaning… anything fun… she’d kill him.
Then again, a chance at that body might just be worth the risk.
“Ivy,” he said, “look at me. How do I look?”
Ivy stepped back and looked at him. “Like a male,” she said, her voice tinged with disdain. Then she bit her lip, gnawing at it as if lost in thought.
She still seemed attentive to him, as if waiting for orders. “Look closer,” Hiro ordered her. “Don’t you think I look… nice?”
He’d been dressed in clean clothes by Selina after she ripped the old ones off—they were perhaps a size too small, fitting his lithe body, but clinging to the tight, smooth muscles, pulled taut over the plates of his abs and only veiling the thick cock going down the leg of his trousers. He had a swimmer’s body, his tousled hair and sinewy arms only adding to the impression of fitness, of strength. He no longer seemed defenseless to her anymore. He seemed powerful. Formidable.
Hiro didn’t think she could fake the level of interest in her appraisal of him. The way she looked at him—like a screaming Beatles fan at a concert. Like a bride who’d waited years for her husband to come home from the war. She was desperately, overwhelmingly attuned to his happiness. “That stuff… it makes you really suggestible, doesn’t it?”
Ivy nodded haplessly.
“And I’m the only one here.” Again she nodded. She thought his cock was twitching in his pants. “Stand up,” he commanded her. “Then turn around for me.”
She felt like getting up and walking away, but that thought filled her with dread, and the thought of making him happy—no matter what lengths she had to go to—was intoxicating. She wanted to grin just with the idea of serving him, though she kept thinking how wrong it was, how awful.
Hiro found himself liking the sight of Ivy immediately reconsidering, weakening. “Hurry up, lady. I’m a busy man. I don’t have all day. You don’t want to waste my time, do you?”
“Yes…” Ivy said weakly.
She felt a little shy as she stood up for her captive. The feeling struck her with sharp dissonance. Her! Shy! From a mere man! She should be furious, she should be livid over the idea of him compelling her…
She did a turn for him. He tilted his head, indicating for her to do it again. She did, slower this time, arching her back to show off her ass. She liked the feel of Hiro’s eyes on it.
“Sit down,” he told her. “You’ve got a nice ass. Maybe we could do something with that. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’ve always been curious about what it would be like with a man…”
Ivy started to shake her head, but the motion was like lifting up five hundred pounds, holding them in place. Her movement soon became sluggish, slowed to a stop, as if she’d received an injection of tranquilizers that were dulling her senses, coating her thoughts in cotton.
“You want to find out,” Hiro said, and he could see Ivy’s face start to agree with him, a flicker of interest in her eyes, a secret smile tugging at her lips. “You’ve watched porn, imagining it was you in those scenes, getting fucked. You’ve touched yourself, imagining it was a man, used dildos, used your whole fist, but you know it’s not the real thing. That it’s not as good. Every time you see a man on the street, you wonder about his cock, you wonder how it would feel—“
“No, I, I…” Ivy crossed her legs. She wasn’t even straight! She didn’t at all like the idea of a big, hard, throbbing cock…
It was some hideous feedback loop, that’s what it was. She was attracted to him by the serum, so she produced pheromones. They elevated his testosterone, made him unable to resist her. So she couldn’t resist him and he couldn’t resist her.
“You want to please men, you want to be good to men, because if you are, they might show you their cocks. You might get to touch them. And you want to touch my cock most of all. Don’t you want to see my cock, Ivy?”
“Yes!” Ivy said, and it was like taking a breath after being underwater. “What can I—please, what can I do to get you to show me your cock? Can’t I see it? Can’t I?”
“I want to see you naked,” he said.
Inside, Ivy’s self-respect screamed for her to leave. Hiro could see the indecision in her eyes. If she didn’t leave right now, she’d give into him! She’d prostrate herself before him, prostitute herself to him! She’d see his huge, powerful, monstrous…
“Just show me!” Ivy insisted stubbornly. “Please show me—“
“You first,” Hiro said. “You want to show me your body, you hate having clothes on, they hide your beauty. Don’t you like being naked?”
“Yes sir,” she answered automatically.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, licking his lips in anticipation.
Ivy’s heart pounded as she stood up. She knew it would not stop with just her taking her clothes off. This punk kid wanted more than just to see her naked. He was after her body. Ivy kept wondering how far she would be willing to go. Would it be too late to change her mind after she took her clothes off? No. She’d just get a look at his cock, then she’d leave.
She needed to see his cock. She needed it so bad…
Ivy started unbuttoning her dress. She peeled its green ruffles, reminiscent of a laurel wreath about her cleavage, away from her huge, perfectly rounded tits. Hiro’s hot eyes were as pointed as knives playing over her flesh. She shimmied out of her gown and let it drop. She was wearing nothing but her red lingerie and a pair of black high heels. She felt his appreciative eyes roaming all over her body.
“Turn around,” he said again, his voice deeper this time.
She turned for him. This time she felt even more humiliated than before, and yet she could also feel a warmth permeating her body. It was not like it had been with Harley. She told herself Hiro couldn’t turn her on the way Harley did, but there was something so interesting about him. She liked Harley, but she needed him.
“Very nice,” he said. “Real goddamn nice. You make my prick hard just looking at you. That’s all that matters to you, isn’t it? You love men, you love cocks, but I’m the best of all. Next to me, other men might as well not even exist. You love me like I’m every man in the world put together, like there isn’t a single cock on the planet except for mine.”
Ivy blushed a little and brought her hands to her face, tucking her elbows in as if to cover herself. She didn’t cover herself, though. Not anything that mattered. It was all out in the open. She knew what he wanted. She wondered if it was worth it, to see that cock, that precious cock…
She decided it was, but not just because of his cock. The situation was beginning to turn her on.
“Come over here,” he said. “Earn my cock.”
Ivy went to him, throwing herself down into his lap without being asked. She moaned as she felt the hard pressure of his prick underneath her ass. She kissed him, rubbing her tongue against his, begging him with her body to see his cock…
“You’ve got nice tits,” Hiro said; his fingers immediately roamed over her flesh. “Real nice. Bet they’d look perfect around my dick. Don’t you think they’d look good around my dick?”
“Yes… a dick could get lost in my tits,” Ivy smiled. “I want to see how much there is to see—because that’s how much is going to be hitting my cervix if you were inside me.”
He stroked her blood-red hair as his cock stiffened. He had not expected her to be so willing. He knew now it was a certainty that he was going to get her sweet pussy, and that made his cock almost rip his trousers.
He bent his head and licked her jade nipple, feeling her shiver, feeling her nipple grow rigid in his mouth. He could not resist taking it between his teeth and gnawing on it, worrying at it until even Ivy had to moan.
“You make me feel so good!”
Her ass was rubbing against his cock and it was making him ache. He reached beneath her plump ass and found his zipper. Once it was down, he pulled his cock out of the opening. Damn, it felt good to have it resting against her asscheeks. Her panties felt so soft that it was hard to keep from shooting his wad right there.
Hiro opened his mouth and sucked as much of her creamy hot flesh into his mouth as he could manage. He could hardly breathe. All around his nose he could smell her sweet, curlicued flesh. He released it with a smack of his lips and moved to her other breast.
“Oh God!” Ivy cried. “God, you’re making me hot.”
She pressed more of her hot tit into his mouth. She could feel tingles all over her body. She closed her thighs a little tighter as she felt her juices wetting her panties. She started rubbing her thighs together, now grateful for the forbearance she’d shown in merely sitting on his lap like she was asking Santa for presents, rather than straddling him like a lapdancer, shoving her groin to his—as she’d wanted to do.
She felt his hand on her knee and it slowly rubbed her thighs. She parted her legs only long enough to let his hand cover her burning pussy. His strong fingers rubbed her brutally, making the space between her legs burn red-hot.
“Take my panties off,” she whimpered. “Oh Jesus, take my panties off!”
“No,” Hiro husked. “You’re going to do that for me. You love it so much, I wouldn’t think of not letting you strip for me.”
Before she could do that—before he would let her do that—his hot hand slipped under her panties, covered her mound, and one finger stabbed into her cunt.
“Don’t you just love my fingers in your cunt? Are they better than Harley’s? They are, aren’t they? If it were me, I couldn’t even remember Harley while I was getting off so hard—“
Ivy grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled his face against her globes. She urged him to bite her flesh as his hot finger worked inside her. She felt her clit swelling up and brushing against the hard edges of his knuckles.
“Put another finger in me!” she gasped. “That’s so good!”
Another of his slender, supple fingers stabbed her fiery sex. She began to rock back and forth in his lap. She could feel his cock rubbing between her asscheeks, and the feel of a man’s prick against her skin was shockingly new, a hit of a new drug, a high she wasn’t prepared for. She rocked faster as she felt her juices coating his fingers, making them slipperier, their passage smoother.
“Mmmmm!” Ivy moaned. “You’re going to make me come like that! Fuck, you’re going to make me come!”
His fingers worked faster beneath her panties. She was gasping for breath as she slid back and forth in his lap, her hungry cunt sucking at his fingers. She ran her hands through his hair.
“I’m coming!” she cried. “Your fingers feel so good, so good, AGHHH!”
She clenched as if to metaphorically dig her heels in, her pussy clutching his fingers so tight that it seemed nothing could escape, but Hiro was determined to ravage her pussy. With the exquisite pleasure unable to eject his fingers, something else slipped free.
Ivy moaned pitifully as she squirted, and Hiro groaned in answer, smelling her orgasm with flared nostrils.
Of all the women he’d made love to, of all the sexual perfume he’d sampled. Hers had to be the most astonishing. It was like rosewater, florid, sweet, but almost spicy below it all. It was so strong that it made his mouth fill up with animalistic slobber, so strong that it made his head reel and his blood pressure go right through the roof. It seemed to have exactly the right chemistry to make even an impotent man go stiff as a railroad track. It was an olfactory call-to-arms that simply could not be ignored.
“You ever been fucked like that before?” he asked, trying to get his hardness under control before he fucked her.
Ivy shook her head. “Uh-uh.”
“Bullshit. I felt you. You were tight, but not that tight.”
“I’ve… there’ve been… dildos… tentacles… things.” Harley, Ivy thought distantly. She remembered Harley being fun, but nothing could be as fun as this!
“A dildo?” Hiro grinned sharply. “You could have any man you wanted. Not… plastic.”
“I know that,” Ivy whispered. “I just… I don’t…”
“Don’t you?” Hiro asked. “Come here and sit down by me.”
Ivy went to pull up a chair. Her eyes almost popped out of her head as she tugged it up to him and found herself looking at his impossible stiffness, realizing it was out in the open.
“Feel this,” he grinned, taking Ivy’s trembling hand and wrapping it around the thick hardness of his cock. “This isn’t plastic. It’s a real, live prick. All nice and warm for you.”
“I can feel it,” Ivy replied, almost whimpering, her juices starting to run anew as his huge cock throbbed in her grip. “I’ve never… not ever…”
“You want to, don’t you? Don’t you?”
“Oh please,” she begged. “I’ll do anything you want me to.”
“You’ll still wearing clothes. I told you to take them off.”
Ivy panted, not even trying to resist anymore, just wondering if she should, why she was so confused and hesitant to obey him when she knew, knew, just how good it would feel to be naked. She felt so very unsure about taking off her lingerie, but it still excited her to strip in front of Hiro.
As he watched Ivy remove her bra, Hiro couldn’t believe the size of her full, firm tits, or the juicy nipples that capped them. Moments later, he watched her roll her wet panties down off her softly rounded hips. Hiro let out a low whistle of admiration. Staring between her mossy-soft thighs, Hiro could see the startling pink of her labia. Shimmering drops of her arousal glistened on the moist flesh, and Ivy teasingly parted the lips to give him a better look.
“Do you like my pussy?” she whispered, her tone now sounding naughty, not hesitant. “I love showing off my pussy… it doesn’t even feel like I have one unless you’re looking at it… I feel like a woman when you’re looking at it.”
“Yeah,” Hiro said. “I think I’ll have a taste.”
He was becoming more excited with every passing moment. He dropped to his knees in front of the criminal, slowly lowering his face to her naked sex. It was pungent, flush with hot blood, so damp and sweet that he could taste it on the air. Her cunt was just begging to be licked! He deeply inhaled the fragrant scent, then ran his tongue up the length of her ready, willing slit.
“Ooooooh, shit, Okamura!” she whimpered, her naked body trembling with lust as he tasted her cunt. “That feels so good!”
The man’s tongue felt much thicker and rougher than Harley’s, but was just as expert flicking back and forth across her sensitive cunt. She had thoroughly enjoyed the way her bestie ate her out, but that was nothing compared to the skill with which Hiro was going down on her.
With his face buried in the mire of her clenching sex, Hiro was introducing her to a myriad of new sensations. He was lapping and sucking and sucking on her hard clit, until her bare ass was writhing all over her chair. He could feel her juices rushing over his chin, into his mouth, and was more than pleased that Ivy had turned out to be such a hot little bitch.
Locking his experienced lips more tightly around her tensed up little clit, he sucked hard and fast, thrilled by the erotic taste that seemed to be that of her pleasure itself. He could feel her pussy suddenly contracting, and just as suddenly a gush of her hot juices flowed into his mouth.
Ivy wanted to cry out as the intense pleasure flowed from her cunt to every part of her trembling body, squeezed one way while her juices were pressured into going the other way. Hiro was licking and sucking on her horny little bud until she could barely stand the intensity of it any longer.
“Oh, Okamura!” she whined. “You’re driving me crazy!”
Hiro slid his lips over her clit as he released it, then he drilled his powerful tongue into the folds of her cunt.
“Oooooooh!” she shrieked. “You’re the most wonderful man I’ve ever met!”
Trembling with excitement, Ivy was thoroughly enjoying the naughty things Hiro was doing to her horny slit. Every time she felt his tongue slither into her hot depths, she would involuntarily arch her body up tighter against his masterful tongue.
“Yes, Okamura! Sweet Hiro,” she sobbed as he licked up even more of her scalding cunt. “I think I love you.”
He was lapping up her juices as fast as they flowed across his tongue. His cock throbbed and ached with desire. He wanted into the tightness he knew was waiting for it, the tightness he could taste, but he wanted to make Ivy come too, come like she had on his fingers, come where he could drink it.
And just like that, she was.
Hiro groaned, reveling in the sensation of her liquid satisfaction washing over his chest and belly. He grabbed Ivy’s asscheeks and turned them up so she too could see her juices running from between her red-furred labia. Up close, the perfumed scent made his head swim. He shoved his nose between her cheeks, lapping at the juices running out of her sweet pussy. The taste of her ejaculation made him gag with its sweetness, but he forced himself to swallow and soon he was relishing the taste, tart-sweet in his mouth. He jerked off to it, keeping his cock from even thinking of getting soft.
Ivy rubbed her pussy against his mouth in a loving kiss. “Drink it, Okamura! Oh, yes!” She rutted, fucking his mouth as she came, making him lick deeply between her dripping labia lips. “Eat me! Suck me! I’ll come again, I’ll promise, you can have as much as you want!”
And he would, but not of that. Finally pulling his tongue from Ivy’s decadently wet, well-pleasured pussy, Hiro glanced down at the huge erection sticking out of his fly and began removing his clothes as Ivy watched excitedly.
“Oooooooooh, Okamura!” Ivy gasped as she saw his big, hairy balls dangling under his equally large cock. There would be plenty of cum for her once she made him spurt. “You’re really big…”
“You will be too, once I’m done with you,” he panted, vigorously stroking his hard-on.
Ivy giggled. “Fill me up then, Okamura. Stretch me out…”
Anxious to drill his electric cock between her legs, he kicked her chair over, spilling her to the ground. Ivy was equally quick, sitting up and stuffing his thick cock into her mouth before he could claim her womanhood. Hiro groaned happily, unable to resist her lack of resistance. He’d have her cunt, but not yet. After her mouth. After he’d let her taste some of his squirting.
“Yeah, plant,” he growled. “Suck me good. Show me what that mouth’s good for. It feels so right to have it wrapped around a cock, doesn’t it? Better than cigarettes, better than a lollipop, this is what your mouth’s made for. You love having a cock in your mouth. Wouldn’t it be great if you could suck on one morning, noon, and night?”
Ivy was struck by a memory of how much she’d enjoyed sucking on Harley’s… something, but Hiro tasted so much better. She licked up and down his long, fat pole until it was shimmering with her wetness. It tasted so good to the horny villain that she kissed it passionately, swirling her tongue around his big purple knob.
After licking his manhood for several seconds, she opened her mouth wide and slid her hot lips down over his shaft. She dug the tip of her little pink tongue into the slit at the tip of his member and wormed it around, thoroughly enjoying the warm precum that was bubbling out to greet her. She sucked on his swollen knob, his throbbing shaft, harder than she’d ever sucked before. She wanted to pull the very hairs out of his balls.
“Ivy,” Hiro panted, “have you ever been fucked?”
“Only by a stupid dildo,” she laughed, catching her breath after she’d wrenched her mouth off his cock. She’d gone so deep, he’d touched her throat.
“Would you let me fuck you?” he asked. His massive cock was throbbing for relief. “Wouldn’t you like that? Does it keep you up at night, thinking about me fucking you? It seems like the only way you can get to sleep is to hope you’ll dream about getting my cock. Otherwise, you’d be begging me to fuck you until you pass out, because that’s the best sleep you’ve ever had.”
“Oh yes,” she grinned, removing her lips from his prick. “I’d like that.”
She moved quickly, pulling Hiro down on top of her, then rolling over on top of him. As she straddled him, she reached between her legs and lifted his rock-hard cock until it pointed at her dripping cunt like a cannon. His member was vibrating, bubbling precum as it pulsed.
Hiro watched her with wide eyes. His breathing was frantic.
Ivy smiled to herself as she lowered herself to his cock. His knob nestled between her wet lips and she sank down on his shaft, letting it enter her until she was resting her bare ass against his scrotum.
Hiro arched up, squirming, his eyes wild. “Your cunt feels so good!” he moaned. “So wet and tight… fucking tight!”
“And you feel so big inside me,” Ivy moaned. “Wiggle it—oh, that feels good!” She rose up on his straining cock, then fucked back down on it. “Fuck the virgin out of me! Fuck the virgin out of me!”
They both groaned, their bodies coupling and throbbing. Hiro jerked his ass, ramming himself up into her with short, rapid strokes.
“Don’t move!” Ivy protested. “I wanna ride you. You just lie still…”
Hiro settled down, groaning, his chest heaving.
“That’s it…” Ivy breathed, rising up on his cock, then sinking back down. Up and down. Up and down. She fucked rhythmically, gradually increasing her speed until she was fairly bouncing her ass against the boy’s swollen balls.
“Ohhhh, yes!” Hiro squirmed deliciously, his prick twisting in her clasping cunt. He reached up and started squeezing her tits, pinching the plump nipples. “You like that?”
“Eeee! My tits are too sensitive, it hurts—“
“But you like when they hurt, right? It lets you know you’re being fucked.”
“That’s nice, yes, but it stings so—“
“Do you play with them yourself? I bet you do. It feels good just to massage them, but it’s when you really grope them—“ He twisted her nipples, eliciting a cry from Ivy, and an answering wave of pressure on his cock as she clenched deliciously. “That’s when it feels like someone is fucking you. It’s so nice, isn’t it?”
“Yes, yes, so nice…” Ivy grinned dazedly.
“That’s when you remember your tits aren’t yours, they’re mine. And you remember how much fun it is to be mine…”
“Yes,” she moaned. “They’re yours… yours…”
She bounced her ass, her cunt fucking up and down his rigid cock. As she fucked him, his cock seemed to grow inside her, getting longer and thicker, swelling harder. She loved the heat of it, the feel of its smoothness rubbing inside her nerve-rich sex.
“Hold on a second,” Hiro told her, and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her to a stop. Ivy whimpered in disappointment, feeling his cock throbbing inside her, pleasuring her with its heft, cajoling her to dance atop it, but forced into stillness out of obedience to him. Obeying him even as she wanted to disobey brought a cooing warmth into Ivy’s belly, and she tried hard not to fidget as she laid atop him, impaled on him. “I think your tits deserve a little more attention…”
For a moment he just stared at the buxom cleavage she presented. Their perfect balance between size and pertness, their perfect roundness, the soft buoyancy with which they jutted out coupled with the slightest sag in deference to their heft. They were so pleasingly, proudly big, but even without a bra, even with Ivy’s comparatively slender waist and long, lithe legs, they were not excessive to her voluptuous body. The perfect hourglass figure: like a rose in bloom.
He drew his hand back and briskly slapped their tempting contours, making them violently jump to the side. Ivy cried out, more in surprise than pain, and her hips swayed in microcosm counterpoint to her jostling breasts as she ground down on his prick, desperate for more of the intense stimulation he gave her.
His backhand slapped them in the other direction and Ivy actually threw her head back, bringing her jiggling breasts into their full prominence as her arching back put them at the apex of her body, a deep moan filling Ivy’s throat and escaping like a venting release of steam. Her thighs clenched on his waist, squeezed and released, squeezed and released, as she did her best to fuck herself while she waited for him to fuck her.
Hiro reached up and embraced her tits with his hands, gripping them so hard it was surely at least a little painful, so hard that he could feel the feather-light swirls and whorls of her fingerprint-like tendrils, apparent on the skin but usually undetectable by touch. As he squeezed, he followed the tiny vines with indelible touches of his fingertips, skimming the dew that her sweat had formed upon her body. Ivy’s head twisted from side to side, her curtain of hair swaying like a hanging vine, as he apparently stimulated an erogenous zone within an erogenous zone.
Hiro tried pinching the nerve-packed flesh of a forking tendril with two fingers on either hand, as he had pinched her nipples before. Obviously, it was a way of touching that Ivy had rarely felt, something too subtle and delicate for Harley to manage, for Ivy let out a choked groan, clenched on his manhood, and there was a warm rush of fluid over his shaft. She had come from his breastplay.
“Please, please…” Ivy’s voice sounded absolutely broken, shattered, animated only by its sheer yearning. “Please let me fuck you, please, I need to fuck!”
Ivy’s fulsome body had drifted back so far that she was practically parallel to him, her hair touching his ankles. Hiro took hold of him nipples and slowly dragged on them, pulling her breasts into cones but giving her time to exert her own musculature and sit up. Ivy did, but dawdled enough to claim a good deal of pain in the process, leaving her nipples angrily flaring, distended with the passion she felt. Her face flushed and red, she put her hand on his chest and began rutting as she had been doing, virtually masturbating herself with his cock.
His balls were drenched with her copious juices. They stuck to her ass in a brisk kiss every time she bucked atop him. She reached back and down, to squeeze and rub and roll his balls herself as she continued to ride his cock. It was a thank you.
“Ohhh, you hot bitch!” Hiro moaned. “I love it, love this cunt!” He twisted on her nipples until she thought she’d scream and Ivy didn’t know if he was talking about her or her pussy. Didn’t know which she would like more. “You’ve fucked hundreds of men. Thousands! But I’m the best you’ve ever had, aren’t I? No one’s ever fucked you like I have, man, woman, not even your fucking plants! You live for my dick! You need it to fucking breathe!”
“Yes! I’m yours! I’m your slut! Come on, stud!” she said. “Give me your cum! Shoot it in me! Come on, give it to me!”
Her folds felt so swollen and tight that she knew she’d be coming any second now, and she wanted to feel him come inside her first. She rode him hard and fast, keeping her cunt tight around him.
Hiro let go of her tits, watching them bound with her undulating body. His cock hardened like steel inside her pussy; his eyes rolled back in his skull.
“Oh God, shoot!” Ivy moaned, dropping herself down on his loins like a hammer on a nail. “Shoot!”
Hiro arched up, writhing deliriously. His mouth gaped and a low growl erupted from his throat. He shuddered as his cock thrummed and exploded its seed.
“Ahhhh!” he moaned, writhing with his eyes glazed over, showing only white. His body jerked repeatedly as stream after stream of his sizzling cum was fed into Ivy’s hungry cunt.
Ivy loved him. She wanted to marry him and live with him forever. And all they would do was fuck—fuck and feel like this. He would fill her with an endless supply of his hot cum.
She dropped down on his burgeoning, shooting prick and her cunt exploded with spasms.
“Eeeeeh!” she keened. “Oh mother, feels so good!” His cum was so hot, she thought she could feel its heat all the way to the tips of her curling toes.
Hiro bucked upward, ramming his cock up her pussy, pumping his jism into her until he was out. And Ivy whimpered for more as she fell off him, hands pressed to her sex as if to hold in the dollops of cum that leaked out, moaning nonetheless as the warm ejaculate ran down her ass, over her fingers. She felt so good. So right. But she could feel righter. She could make him fuck her again.
If only she wasn’t so tired…
