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Harley was watching Raven being sodomized as avidly as Kory and Selina. She wasn’t masturbating, though. At first, she’d wanted to be like Ivy, who was holding all her lustful feelings in check until Bruce got around to her, taunting him with her resilience and daring him to break her with his cock.

Ivy had kept up that discipline so far, but Harley couldn’t. No, her issue was that her costume was too tight and constrictive for her to actually touch herself. No matter how she pulled or rubbed at the glossy leather, she couldn’t get any good friction on anything sensitive.

“Ivvvy!” she whined, haplessly mauling her breasts, but finding it wasn’t nearly as good as her previous experiences with the leather of Catwoman or Batman’s costumes.

“I told you, you don’t have it in you to be a dominatrix,” Ivy chided. “You’re more a pillow princess. Your idea of domination is just making someone eat you out all the time. And you can’t even dominate anyone in the first place. Look at this spread. Who are you going to top? The demon? The superstrong alien? Please.”

“But Ivvvy—help!” Harley keened even more pathetically than before.

“Shut her up,” Bruce growled, all his more tender affections tied up in Raven.

“Fine, fine,” Ivy sighed, combing through her hair to bring out a length of vine.

Taking it in hand, the prehensile tendril wrapped around her wrist. It immediately grew with her attentions—she stroked it with her other hand while the loose end snaked out, thickening and lengthening—then reaching animatedly for Harley’s bare calves.

The tip wrapped around the clown’s ankle, sprouting leafy fronds along its body as it spiraled up her leg, eventually going under the tight skirt that straitjacketed Harley’s legs together. Harley panted hoarsely as the vine crept up the trembling skin of her thighs and into her lap, a curlicuing bulge visible through her skintight skirt. She clenched up, then forced her eyes open, staring at Bruce with his prick erect, initiating Raven into anal sex. She made herself relax before the vine’s tip touched her thigh, shocking her like a jolt of electricity.

“Ivy,” she whispered, and the vine touched her wet cunt. She stared lovingly at Raven getting reamed while her own lust was finally relieved.

Bruce pushed his fingers in and out of Raven’s ass tenderly. He rotated them with care, twisting his fingers as he fucked them back and forth in her well-lubricated opening. Raven felt them go in slowly, then gently come out. All the way out to the fingernails, until Raven whimpered at the thought of them being taken away again, then they went in, in, in, deeper and deeper until there was no more for Bruce to insert. The next time Bruce pulled them back, Raven wished he’d add another finger. But he had something else in mind.

“Do you think you’re ready to take my cock now, Raven?” Bruce asked solicitously.

Raven was drooling on the glass table. “So ready… more than ready… please, Mr. Bruce, please…”

Bruce took his fingers out, for good this time, grabbing up a fresh supply of Vaseline from the jar and spreading it over his stiff cock. Raven could do nothing but wait. She pulled at her buttocks, spreading them even further. The horny little witch couldn’t bear even the most infinitesimal delay. She bounced her body up and down, pulled the skin of her buttocks tautly far apart, all but whimpered in dismay as her asshole went untouched.

As apprehensive as she was about taking Bruce’s massive cock into her itching anus, she needed something to happen. Now that Raven knew how good her asshole could feel, she needed Bruce to use it. She needed his roughness to override her concerns and truly put her ass to use… knowing he was also gentle enough not to really hurt her. Raven would end up satisfied, she knew that much. She just hated having to wait…

Selina and Kory stood behind Bruce, sharing his view of Raven as she lost her anal virginity. Both were still touching themselves.

“Mmmmm, doesn’t this feel great?” Kory whispered.

“It’s so damn good,” Selina breathed.

“I know! Do you do it a lot?”

“Oh fuck! I do it all the time! I love it! I love how my fingers feel when I’m… oooohhh!”

“I wanna come with you, Selina.”

“I wanna come with you too!”

Selina fingered herself. Kory fingered herself. They leaned inward, pressing against Bruce’s broad shoulders like two dolls, while their hands worked between their legs. They shared in what Raven was feeling—or at least, they wanted her to be fucked as much as she did.

Bruce placed his well-oiled cockhead against Raven’s sphincter. He took a deep breath, letting her ready herself at the last moment, while more than aware she was probably just cursing the last little delay. Then he pushed slightly in.

Raven felt herself stretch, stretch more than she had before, to take his tip, then his glans—more and more of his glans—intruding into her taboo space, entering her and penetrating her and impaling her and fucking her, fucking her in the ass. She grunted in pain to feel his swollen cockhead pop inside of her anus.

He’d fucked her now. She was sodomized. But Raven wasn’t done being sodomized. With a gasp, the thought struck her that she’d only just begun being ass-fucked.

Bruce paused, letting her think that, letting her feel just the bulging head of his manhood in her anal passage. Slowly her ass got used to this new intrusion. It hurt, but pleasurably—Raven’s breathing picked up as she realized just how much pain she might feel as her asshole was opened up. She tried to further relax her burning sphincter. She didn’t know how much this would end up hurting, but she knew Bruce wouldn’t stop until she was properly sodomized… her asshole broken in just the way he liked it.

But he was still making her wait—more than letting her get used to the awkward sensation, he was making her want more. And she did. Raven wished there was more of his hard cock penetrating her ass. She pressed herself backwards, actually impaling herself more on his erection in an attempt to get herself the ass-fuck she so desperately wanted. Bruce chuckled, clamped a big hand in Raven’s hair and another around her narrow waist, then pumped forward—thrusting his stiff prick into its new sheath. Kory and Selina were bounced away from his heaving body as it burst into motion.

“Unnngggghh!” Raven groaned as she was invaded, the walls of her rectum shouldered aside, muscled out of the way for Bruce’s invulnerable prick. It wouldn’t be denied an inch of her. It felt like it would keep going until it had used up all the tightened space inside her.

“Now you’re a dirty girl,” Bruce moaned, half of his length intruding in Raven’s throbbing asshole, each pumping thrust wearing down her resistance and adding to her delight. “You’re an anal bitch who comes from getting fucked in the ass. And you’re gonna keep coming, because I’m gonna keep fucking that ass.”

Raven felt as though a baseball bat was being pushed into her bowels. The confines of her rectum were stretched to the limit; she couldn’t beg for Bruce to stop any more than she could thank him. It was impossible for her to distinguish pain from pleasure, whether she wanted more or mercy, she was too overwhelmed. She lay gasping as Bruce held himself inside her well-stuffed ass, neither withdrawing nor moving any deeper.

“It hurts!” Raven moaned at last.

“Then enjoy it hurting,” Bruce said. “It feels great to me.”

Ivy looped her end of the vine around Harley’s neck, leaving it wrapped about her like a snake as she got up to face Raven. “Let’s make this fair, Brucie: while she gets her ass fucked, she can fuck mine too.”

Ivy turned around, breaking a few bandages with flicks of her wrists so the loops fell away from her bare ass. Her thick, creamy hindquarters jiggled before Raven’s face as she knelt at the other end of the coffee table and backed her buttocks into Raven’s face.

“Here, Raven. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass with your tongue.”

Raven was too intoxicated and enthralled to resist, a slave to the intensity of the experience and thus to anyone who wanted to use her. She spread Ivy’s fat ass with both hands, fully exposing her humid pucker. Then, opening her mouth wide, she set it around the sphincter. Her tongue lashed out, pushing against Ivy’s ready anus and thrusting into it. Someone had clearly prepared it for the use it was being put to, because it let Raven’s tongue into the narrow tunnel beyond. She moaned wetly as the flavor of Ivy’s asshole plowed into her mouth—it tasted of acrid sweat and musky love and Raven suddenly knew she wasn’t the first person who’d been ass-fucked tonight. She let go with her hands, allowing Ivy’s full buttocks to sandwich her face in a grinding tightness of flesh.