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Barbara was pissed. She thought Batman and Robin had finally accepted her, but there was always one more hoop to jump through. She knew the Joker and Ra’s al Ghul, they were Batman’s personal business. And Robin, well, he was cleared for less pressing threats like the Penguin and the Riddler. But she, she had to go after people like Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn! Because they were women! She didn’t care how powerful or evil they were—why couldn’t Robin go after them and she handle the Penguin? It was outright gender discrimination.

Nevertheless, she made her rounds, parkouring around the usual hide-outs to see if Ivy and Harleen were in any of the old haunts. At that time of night it was quiet—even Gothamites knew enough to get off the streets. There wasn’t even any petty crime for her to foil.

The last stop on her tour was a boarded-up old hotel. She’d heard it’d been taken over by the homeless, but it didn’t look busy. No smoke, no lights. She checked it out, and quickly found signs of life. Male voices, whispering in the darkness.

“There she is! Look at her, man, what a piece.”

“I like the other one, the one on the bed.”

Barbara moved closer, along the edge of the rooftop she was skirting. There were three or four bums huddled on a fire escape, peering into a window between the planks nailed over it. Taking some spare change from her utility belt—you never knew—Barbara threw a quarter at them. It hit the stairs they were on and, spooked, they quickly scattered. Whoever they’d been spying on, they were free to continue on in private.

Unless… 

No, couldn’t be.

Leaping from the rooftop overlooking the fire escape, Barbara glided down on her cape to land lightly on the stairs. She crept over them, avoiding the window the men had been at, but soon finding a thin crack in the brickwork. She pressed her face next to the wall and peered into the dim interior. A thrill ran through her body as she saw what was going on. No wonder the homeless population was so excited, she thought.

Inside, two women were moaning and gasping. Both of them were nearly nude. Lying on the bed, with her hips on the edge, was Poison Ivy. Ivy's legs were spread wide and her bare thighs hung over the edge of the bed. A white t-shirt was pulled up over her large firm round tits. She rocked her hips up and down on the bed while her partner in crime knelt on the floor, sucking on her cunt. "Lick it," Ivy said. "Oh, it feels so good when you lick my clit." She grabbed the girl's head and pushed it hard against her pussy.

The other girl was a slender blonde. Her tits were smaller than the redhead's but they were perfectly shaped. She was still in her black see-through panties. Her long, dyed hair swept across Ivy's thighs while her head moved up and down and her tongue snaked in and out of Ivy's wet slit.

"Eat it, Harley, eat it," Ivy said. "Ahhh, ahhh, I can't take it anymore! It feels so fucking good! Ohhhh, I'm going to come all over your tongue. I'm going to fill your mouth with my fucking nectar."

Harley's lips slobbered all over Ivy's cunt, and the sucking sounds were almost as loud as Ivy's moans. Harley slid her hands up Ivy's hips and then grabbed her bare tits with her fingers. She pushed and pulled at them while she ate out Ivy’s dripping cunt.

Barbara pulled her eyes away from the crack in the wall. A strange feeling took over her as vaulted up to the next story and entered through the open window there. She knew she had to stop them but the images of the two girls writhing around on the bed really got to her, excited her so much that she couldn't stop from shivering in the night. It was just the sex, she thought to herself. Not the fact that it was girls. Seeing anyone in such a passionate state would be at least a little arousing to everyone.

She pushed open the door to their room and slammed it behind her as she stormed inside. Ivy looked up at her. Her face was contorted by shock but she didn't stop sliding her juicy sex over Harley's face.

"I think you’ll have plenty of time to do that back in jail," Barbara said.

"Ohhhh," Ivy moaned. "Ohhh, ahhhh, lick it, lick it." She stared at Barbara and a thin smile came to her face. Then she opened her mouth and moaned louder than before. Her animal groans drowned out Harley's smacking lips.

"You do know you’ve been putting on a show for half of Gotham, right?" Barbara asked. "You've been..." She couldn't get out any more words. All she could do was stare at Ivy's bare tits, at her dripping slit, and at the juice covered mouth of Harley. “Okay, stop it! You’re under arrest!”

"I can't stop," Ivy said. "Not now. I'm so close, so fucking close. I want to come!" She grabbed Harley's face and then pulled it right into her wide open cunt. Then she slid up and down, back and forth, on her slippery tongue.

Barbara moved closer to the bed. She was fascinated by the sight of the two girls moving against one another, fascinated by the sweet scent of sex that filled the room. The odor of dripping wet cunt got to her, made her filled with the urge for sex. But she couldn't. She was here to stop them. 

"Hey," Barbara said. "Hey! You've got to stop." 

She pushed at Harley, trying to force her to stop. But then Barbara felt Ivy's hand clutch at her wrist. She pulled her down to the bed, and then guided Barbara's face to her heaving tits. 

"No," Barbara said. "No!" But then she had a mouthful of tit as Ivy clasped her head to her chest. The first touch of female flesh sent a tingling sensation up and down her body.

Barbara sucked on the tit in her mouth almost by reflex. She felt Ivy's hard nipple press against her tongue, and then she was lost in the pleasures of Ivy's ripe body. Barbara slid her hands up to Ivy's chest and gripped both of her breasts. Then she moved her mouth from one to the other, sucking all that fleshy warmth into her wet lips. It was as if something had suddenly awakened in her. She knew that this desire for another woman had been buried in the back of her mind for a long time. And now, at last, her hunger was out in the open.

"Ahhhh, ahhhh, suck, suck it hard. Fuck me with your tongue, Harley, fuck me with your wet tongue!" Barbara felt the bed shake as Ivy writhed all over it, bouncing up and down.

And then Barbara was caught, her hands being roughly jerked behind her back, circled as if by living rope while she was hauled back. She flew through the air until she hit the wall. The drywall had crumbled, leaving the slats of wooden backing, and a number of vines were creeping through them. A particularly large tendril had gone through a hole in the slats to collar her wrists, and it held her in place as the rest tightened around her, cocooning in in position.

“Mmmm,” Ivy moaned, pulling Harley to her in a wet kiss—wet from the orgasmic cream that glistened on Harley’s make-up-streaked face. “Delicious.”

Now almost purring—maybe she got it from Selina—Ivy picked a robe up off the bed and put it on as she got to her feet. Distantly, Barbara was disappointed not to get a fuller look at her nudity. With the robe tied around her, Ivy was actually more clothed than she would be in her costume.

“We were actually enjoying putting on a show,” Ivy said, reaching down to pet Harley’s hair as the clown lolled like a fat cat on the tangled sheets. “Of course, we were going to kill them after, but c’mon… look at how we dress… do we really think we don’t have a bit of an exhibitionist streak?”

“You can release a sex tape on your own time,” Barbara snapped, struggling. “I’m gonna give you one more chance. Call off your houseplants and let me take you back to Arkham. Maybe if I put in a good word, they’ll make you cellmates.”

“Is that really what you want?” Ivy asked. “Or do you want to enjoy the show?”

Harley giggled. “I think what she wants is some audience participation!”

“Her headlights do seem to be on. Hell, her high-beams are on. Guess I’m not the only one with a thing for exhibitionism.” Ivy cackled. “But no. Harley. I want you all to myself. Besides… I only have one of these.”

She walked quickly to the bureau and pulled out the bottom drawer. A dildo scratched against the wood as she took it out. She handled it as though awed, wrapped the belt around herself. The erection pointed up at a forty-five-degree angle. It was thick, almost an inch in diameter, and the ringed plastic was pulled back from the bottom of the bell. It was colored an unlifelike pink.

Harley clutched the bedposts at either side of her, readying herself for the assault, her legs stretched wide, her crotch exposed. Ivy raised one knee to the bed and then fell forward. The long artificial phallus brushed over Harley's breasts, then slid up and jammed into the side of her neck.

Harley knew what was coming next. Ivy reached forward and grasped her head. Harley opened her mouth wide and took the head of the instrument in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the plastic dome, and she almost chipped her upper front teeth as she bit down hard upon what was supposed to be the foreskin. A rubber sac with two small balls hung from the root. The hard billiards inside the scrotum bobbed as Harley sifted the rubber sheath between her forefinger and thumb.

Barbara groaned—she had to remind herself to strain against the vines in the hopes that they would slacken. She didn’t seem to be making any headway in escaping, no matter how she struggled, but she couldn’t stop. Stopping meant she was watching, and she couldn’t watch. If she watched—she had to admit it at this point—if she watched, she would get aroused, and then they would see…

Harley pushed her mouth up on the instrument, and half of it filled her mouth. The plastic had no taste but that of her own saliva. Her tongue hesitated in the slight grooves that represented the rings that spiral up a penile shaft.

“Hey Red,” Harley said, although it was muffled almost illegibly by the literal dick in her mouth. She spat it out. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” Ivy asked, heaving a sigh of irritation as Harley got up and pranced over to where Barbara was tied up.

“This!” Harley insisted, pulling the vines away from Barbara’s waist.

There, at Batgirl’s crotch, was the impression of a massive bulge where any other woman would be smooth.

“My!” Ivy cried out. “That is interesting. I’d heard Crane’s latest science project had some interesting side effects, but I guess Batgirl here found out firsthand…”

“It looks big enough for two hands!” Harley chirped.

“Fuck you!” Barbara barked. “Both of you!”

“Don’t be that way. We’re very open-minded. Just think how many times Harl here has let me pollinate her.” Ivy looked down at the neck of the terrycloth robe she still wore. Barbara knew she had nothing on beneath the garment, and from the side she had even seen a flash of the slope as it ended in a round red tip, jutting sharply. Even now she could see the outline of that taut circle. "I’ll make you a deal. I'll take off my clothes, and I’ll take off yours too, okay? Help her, Harley."

Harley's fingers were slow as she pulled at the fastener of Barbara’s collar, then at the zipper even with it. Nervously she drew on the belt, tugging the snake from inside the metal clasp. She unhooked the small silver apparatus at the top of the zipper. 

"Don’t forget the zipper, Harl," directed Ivy, and now Harley slid the hook down over the obstruction of Barbara’s bulging erection. The straining member pushed out through the folds of the cotton briefs Barbara had worn ever since her accident, and Ivy bit sensuously into her lower lip. 

Now Harley hooked her thumbs under the waist of Barbara’s pants, and she pushed them toward her knees in one sweep, almost stumbling to the carpeted floor as she did. The vines loosened just enough to let them pass before tightening again on Barbara’s bare flesh.

Barbara was exposed. True to her promise, Ivy rose, letting the sides of the robe open on her generous nudity. Barbara saw the teats pour out, and her eyes widened when she saw the areolas, erected into stiffness. Ivy turned her hands toward her shoulders and brushed the fabric against them. She hunched her arms, and the robe slid off. Barbara noticed Harley inhale deeply, almost sigh, at Ivy's nakedness.

"See?" She moved closer. She kneeled to Barbara’s side, and the flat of her hand pushed against Harley's thigh motioning her backward. "Now... let's see what kind of bat you’re swinging." 

Barbara was hard. Ivy pressed her thumb against it halfway down its length. The blood pumped with force against the pressure. She dug her nail into the ringed flesh, drawing it down from the purpling cockhead. Barbara sighed deeply. Ivy let her thumb slide down the underside of the prick until it jammed into the scrotal sac between the two balls. A low groan escaped Barbara's throat, and she looked down to see Ivy staring up at her, face transformed to an eerie beauty by a satisfied smile.

Her fingers clamped on Barbara’s cock. She ground her thumb against the base. Barbara knew what would come next. She shut her eyes, but all she could see was the image of the nudity her eyelids had just shut out…

Ivy’s other hand moved around Barbara’s hips. She clenched the ripe curve of Barbara’s ass in her hand and squeezed hard. Her fingernails scratched and drew blood from the flesh—Barbara could only feel the surging tide inside her cock. She pushed her stomach forward and almost lost her balance, but Ivy’s hand tightened on her cheek. Barbara wrenched back and forth as the cream spurted out of her cockhead, and Ivy’s fingers were merciless as they squeezed it out. Barbara blinked and looked down at Ivy’s face. Her eyes glowed as the spurts of semen jumped into the air. A glob of the hot milk landed on her lower lip, and her teeth closed in on the lip, and her tongue licked greedily at the fluid, now hidden...

“Mmmm… not bad refreshment. But now, the show must go on…”

Harley was waiting on the bed. Ivy moved back and spread her legs around her lover's, her knees implanted outside and just above Harley's. She sampled her lover's wetness with her hand, then stretched the lips apart and coated the clitoris once again with her juices.

The dildo was too large for Harley's cunt, even when her legs spread wider and Ivy's finger stretched the opening for the attack. Ivy lunged forward into the hole, but the plastic just smashed at the lips. Harley grimaced. She raised her hips off the mattress as Ivy pushed forward again, and this time the phallus spread the folds and slipped inside up to the glans.

Ivy reached behind herself and pulled at the elastic belt that kept the weapon fastened. The rubber snapped back to her rear and she pushed forward, deeper inside Harley. "Oh... ah!" Harley exclaimed as the penetration continued. She felt as though she were exploding from the center. The massive hunk of plastic plowed through, widening the hollow. She was dry inside. Only when the dildo started to pull back toward the opening did the walls begin to moisten, covering the tissue with a soft, sweet rain.

Ivy surged forward, and this time she was deeper inside of Harley with the tool than she had ever been before. This was only the fourth time she had used it on her partner; before they had always used a smaller rubber phallus. She reached below and pushed the tip of her forefinger inside Harley, and she felt the honey that covered the inner walls as they sought to fold in on the hulk of the dildo.

Barbara clenched her teeth, trying to avoid a moan. As if luxuriating in finally being released after long days of being cooped up, her prick was reviving quickly, jangled electrons firing throughout it the more Barbara watched. And she couldn’t stop watching, anymore than she could stop hearing the wet dive of the dildo into Harley’s body, Ivy’s grunting appreciation as the resistance it met ground the base against her own sex. 

Now the coupling began in earnest. Harley's fingers pressed into the hollow at the small of Ivy's back. Harley waited while the plastic prick filled her. The way was easier with each heavy stroke of rod through sheath; Harley was stuffed with the thickness of the instrument.

Her body began to reel with the force of each thrust. As she brought her back down again to the mattress, the dildo almost slid out of the hole, but Ivy wrenched forward and crammed her almost to the womb.

Harley forced her stomach up against the rod, which dove deep through the tunnel. Ivy pushed herself up on the palms of her hands. She shot forward again, and each time she moved inside Harley, the intervals separating the penetrations were shorter, until the rhythm was a frenetic tango. 

Harley reared her head to bite at Ivy's shoulder as she plunged forward with the first of the climactic bursts that drove Harley's frenzy to completion. Ivy's legs shot out, and under her Harley raised her limbs off the bed and bounced them against the mattress. The walls of her cunt dilated, leaving the plastic tube uncovered inside her until they closed in again, this time tighter than before. Ivy's thumbs pushed into the fleshy sides of Harley's breasts, and her own cleavage pushed out to touch and then cover them.

Ivy’s ass shook convulsively. She bit her lower lip. "Uh... uh..." she grunted as she forced herself further and further inside, and suddenly something hot and wet was pelting her back.

Delirious with sensation, Ivy glanced over her shoulder and saw semen spurting from Barbara's cock. As a vine fisted the bucking rod, spurts of sizzling cum erupted from it and hurled high through the air, splashing against Ivy's back and splatting down against Barbara’s rippling belly and heaving chest. The redhead groaned, her loins humping, her toes clutching. With each contraction of her testes, with each shudder of her body, more cum spurted from her cock and she moaned with pleasure.

Ivy, humping wildly, rubbing her spasming cunt against the bridge that connected it to Harley, moaned with her fellow redhead.

"Oh, honey!" she purred. "Oh baby, yes, yessss!"

Harley’s head jaunted up like it had been holding a spring down. “Yeah!” she cheered. “That was great! But I don’t wanna play with toys anymore. Let’s try the real thing!”

Ivy ruffled Harley’s hair. “Anything you want, baby.”

“Help me suck her off?”

“Fine," Ivy rasped, her pussy blazing out of control as she looked at Barbara’s cock.

Barbara looked from one wild woman to the other as they knelt down on either side of her. She stared with astonishment as the two leaned over her cock. She couldn't believe her eyes when the women kissed, their lovely faces inches away from her throbbing dick.

Harley and Ivy broke the tender kiss. They smiled at each other, and turned their attention to the big cock under their faces.

Barbara bucked her hips up when the two wet tongues touched her prick. She looked down at the gorgeous faces on each side of her dick. The long shaft was sticking straight up in the air, waving around between the two licking mouths. Tortured, overwhelmed, she groaned with confused pleasure while the women ran their hot tongues up and down her cock.

Ivy was burning up. Her pussy was pulsating with wild rhythms. She knew Barbara would be willing to spend many more hours as their toy. Anyone would be a fool not to take advantage of what they were offering.

"Do you like what we're doing to your cock, Bat?" Ivy rasped as she kissed the swollen head.

"Unnnnnhhh! Fuck you! Fuck you! " Barbara groaned, looking down at the sucking women as she strained against the vines.

"I’ll take that as a yes," Ivy grinned at her friend. " All right, Harley, let's give her the works!"

Harley winked back at Ivy. There was no need for an explanation. She knew what to do.

"Ahhhhhh!" Barbara moaned when one of her swollen balls disappeared into Harley's hungry mouth. "Goddddddd!" she groaned when Ivy plunged her hot mouth down over her thick cock.

Ivy was delirious with joy. She loved making the Bat squirm. She loved sharing a cock with her friend. The only thing she could wish for was that it was the real Batprick she was playing with, and not his sidekick, but hell, she’d fuck them both. She’d make them fuck each other, if she ever had enough pollen for both of their repression.

Her hot body flashed with desire as she pumped her face up and down on the tasty prick. Her face brushed against Harley's as she shoved her mouth down until her nose touched wiry red bush.

Harley tired of her ball-sucking quickly. She was hungry for cock in her mouth. Gently, she nudged Ivy off the big prick. Taking her place at her balls, Ivy let Harley do the cocksucking for a while.

The wanton women switched around on Barbara’s cock and balls several times. They drove the groaning redhead mad with pleasure. “I’m gonna…” she wailed heatedly. “I’m gonna come!”

“Yes you are!” Ivy said, and grabbed hold of Harley’s pigtails to jerk her down on Barbara’s member. The cock sunk deep into Harley’s gullet, and the new heat and pressure in the depths of Harley’s throat were too much for Barbara. She came, crying out like a fiend, her seed filling Harley up and spilling out of her lips as if to match the messy lipstick that covered Harley’s mouth. Ivy nuzzled against Harley’s throat, licking the trailing droplets from Harley’s chin. When she pulled Harley off the dribbling cock, she didn’t even give the clown time to breathe before vacuuming her mouth in a kiss that sent semen slithering down their joined lips. Barbara could see their tongues flash together, both covered in cum.

“MMMMMMM!” Harley enthused. “This is scrumptious!”

“I’m glad you like it, Harl. Because I think the Bat has plenty more on tap for us. And I have a lot of ideas on how to get it out.”