Most Eligible Bachelor 7 (Patreon)

“Sweet Jersey!” Harley gasped, as if his thrust had jerked the words out of her. “You’re so big! So fucking big! Never thought it’d be like this, never thought I could have this, oh FUCK ME! I don’t think there’s even any room for me to squirt…”

Her words hit Dick like an electric current, the lustful energy she infused him with coursing right down to his groin. His pelvis lurched. He hammered Harley’s pliant flesh with his body. Dick ground into her, making sure her engorged clit felt his physique as it entered her.

“N-no… you can’t… can’t make me come harder than Mistah J, nope, no way,” Harley said, a strain of denial entering her voice even as her body heaved all around Dick’s member.

“He can do whatever he wants, Harl,” Ivy’s sultry voice came, penetrating the haze of Harley’s moans and gasps. “You belong to him now. You did the moment you spread your legs for that big cock.”

Dick looked up from Harley’s contorted face to see Ivy coming away from his bedroom, naked, her tall, curvaceous body striking him as even more stunning in contrast to Harley’s petite form.

It did nothing to diminish his appreciation of Harley’s figure, but being confronted with an entirely different physique sent his lust into overdrive. He stared at Ivy—her plump breasts, wide hips, soft belly, all of her ripe hourglass figure and the thick thighs that completed her perfect, fertility goddess physique. And he saw that her red-haired cunt was wet as she watched him fuck her friend.

“Ivy… should’ve known this was you,” he husked out—not that he stopped pumping into Harley. “This your way of getting her away from the Joker?”

“If I’d wanted that, I would’ve made her fall in love with me,” Ivy purred, standing over them and blowing out a hot exhale at the sight of Dick pistoning between Harley’s open legs, his pants riding down his muscular ass as his hips pumped and pumped into the blonde’s eager lap. “She gets to be pretty annoying, actually. But she is my bestie. And once I found out what a good master you are, how could I not share?”

“Friends don’t mind-control their friends,” Dick heaved, feeling Harley’s sex clutch around him, a humid sleeve around his cock. She seemed to enjoy hearing Ivy and Dick talk about her like she wasn’t even there—if she was aware of anything at all besides how he was rocking back and forth inside her.

“Does she seem mind-controlled to you?” Ivy asked sardonically, and Dick had to admit, Harley’s sexual enthusiasm seemed anything but insincere or compelled. “I’ll admit, I gave her a little push out the door. Just a tiny tidge of a pheromone solution to get her to come here. Probably why she rooted through your dirty laundry, though who knows with Harley?”

Dick barely heard her. Harley was tight, so fucking tight. It was magnificent. And if it were anyone else, he would’ve enjoyed just lying on top of her, letting her trembling muscles milk his prick until he climaxed. But now that Ivy was here too, he could hardly do that. He needed to give his redhead a show and his blonde, the fuck of a lifetime.

Ivy craned her neck to glance at the clock on the mantel. “It’s worn off by now. She was just too loyal to the clown to jump into bed with you. But then you went and seduced her. Now she’s spreading for you all on her own. She really is quite a slut. I hope you’re enjoying that. I know I would. Harley’s such a good fuck, isn’t she? And I don’t have a fat prick to enjoy her tight pussy having orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. God! Lucky bitch. Maybe I shouldn’t have shared…”

While Dick drove himself into Harley, taking her cunt over and over again, he grabbed a pigtail of her disheveled hair and pulled her head back, making her thrust her chest up. It was enough for his mouth to cover one of her breasts and he sucked hard, his tongue whipping her stiff nipple whenever he wasn’t pulling on it.

Harley’s moans deepened, pitched into gratification and skyrocketing lasciviousness. She writhed against Dick’s ceaselessly pumping body, her hips bucking up only to be smashed back down to the floor by the strokes of his cock. Her cunt squeezed him, sucking his sheathed length with every moment he spent in her, and Harley loved it so much that she grabbed Dick by his firm ass and pulled him down to her, trying to hold him inside her pussy as he inexhaustibly rutted her.

Ivy splayed herself by Harley’s head, one hand reaching out to touch the shuddering muscles of Dick’s back, the other hand lazily stroking between her legs. “Mother,” she breathed, “every time I see that cock it seems to get bigger and bigger. Maybe you aren’t lucky after all, Harl. Imagine being ruined for every other man. Imagine knowing that there’s only one person that can truly satisfy you. You’d do anything to get his cock again, wouldn’t you? Yes… mmmm… you’re already his whore and you don’t even know it. Hope he likes your cunt, baby.”

Harley’s head lolled back, lips splayed, eyes rolling, mouth ululating with unabashed desire. She couldn’t keep up the pace of trying to match Dick’s aggression, her body only trembling with the pleasure he drove through it. All she could do to keep getting fucked was to exhibit her hunger for Dick, and that was enough to spur him on.

The harder and faster he cocked her hot pussy, the more she pleaded for. Dick could only think that neglecting such a passionate cunt was maybe the Joker’s worst crime of all. Well, the man was crazy.

Then Dick was groaning around a mouthful of Harley’s delicious little breast. Ivy had shoved a hand between their sweat-drenched bodies, groping his balls while his cock continued reaming out her gal pal. Her fingers lightly squeezed his heavy scrotum as it swarmed with the cum Harley had been eliciting from him.

Dick had to grit his teeth to keep from coming from this new stimulation—he pulled his mouth free from Harley to keep from hurting her and found himself wishing she was wearing her little jester’s cap. That would’ve given him something nice to bite down on while he was ravaging her.

“Unhh, YES!” Ivy crowed. Despite the sexual glee in her words, Ivy was only joining in the sex with her hand around Dick’s testicles and some finger-fucking on her own pussy. Dick wondered if her masturbation was usually this good or whether she was just enthused to be servicing him. “That’s right! Fuck her, Dick! That whore cunt needs your big, hard cock! She’s addicted to it already! You’ve made her your bitch just like you did me! Now we both need you to fuck us and fuck us and—“

Dick ignored her, simply plunging into Harley even harder and faster, rutting in and out of her sheath. His hips twisted and grinded—with her legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs and her fingers dug into his toned ass, Harley’s body was clinging to his like a spider monkey. Dick hammered her down into the floor, forcing his prick in that last crucial half-inch. He battered her against the hardwood, throwing his full weight into pinning her between it and his pistoning body.

“Close!” Harley managed to get out between his impaling thrusts. “So close!”

He upped his relentless tempo even further, forcing Harley into another climax while he sated his own burning need. Even though Harley was coming once again, he kept throwing himself into her, like he was trying to get his cockhead into her womb. It was an impossible task, but Dick seemed to verge on it anyway. The deeper he pushed, the more Harley’s body seemed to open up and allow him entry.

“Mother!” Ivy breathed, feeling Dick’s balls seethe and pulse in her hand. It was enough to make her stop touching herself, instead using her free hand to feel the corded muscle of Dick’s ass while he plowed Harley. “I can feel how much cum you have for her—gallons and gallons—Harl, you’re going to look like a water balloon when he’s done with you! Oh, you dirty slut, you’re lucky he’s reaming your cunt the way he is! Maybe he’ll leave it gaping wide enough that some of his cum will leak out! You won’t have to go up a dress size!”

Dick rammed faster and faster into Harley’s juicy slit, making her take his manhood harder and harder. She panted continuously now, barely able to break from the sound to moan—the woman was hyperventilating. Ivy seemed just as excited, pumping Dick’s scrotum in her hand, pushing the ache of impending ecstasy to the razor’s edge. Dick was used to pain, but nothing had ever hurt so good as the anticipation of spilling his load into Harley’s waiting cunt.

He skewered her over and over again, his throbbing length demanding every inch of her flooded hole. And Harley welcomed each thrust, babbling continuously now, not even able to form coherent words: “Nnn! Mm! Nn-nuhh! Ah! Unh!”

Her body was stuffed full of him. His swollen manhood dominated what was left of her consciousness. In that instant, Harley lived for him and him alone. Her body was no more than a holster for her master’s prick. And she loved it, loved every moment of being his whore, loved every inch he pushed into the greedy opening of her sex.

It seemed like years since a man had possessed her body the way it cried out to be existed. Now all the frustrations Harley’d felt with the Joker had broken, flown away. This, the feel of a man buried so deeply in her pussy that it was like he was completing it—this was what she’d yearned for. The pulsing hardness of Dick’s member was what she’d ached and hoped for. And now that all her longing had been answered, she could never do without it again.

Harley wasn’t fully conscious anymore, but on what level she was aware, she realized that she was a woman, not a doll to be dressed up in the Joker’s image. She had feelings, needs. Feelings that needed a man to tend to them—urges she needed a man to satisfy. The Joker could never be that man. He could never be Dick.

He shoved himself into her, filling Harley’s body. She moaned, savoring it with abandon, falling in love with the feel of his impaling manhood. Her body squeezed down on its girth, trying to hold him inside her, keeping him hilted so deeply in her trembling channel.

But whatever her wishes, Dick came out of her. She quivered and trembling in his absence. Felt every fat inch of his cock as it left her. No matter how tightly both her arms and legs were coiled around his body, she couldn’t hold him inside her.

Only wait a few eternal milliseconds for him to swing their conjoined bodies down to the floor again, once more slamming her against the ground and his stiffened length into her juicy snatch. And then, once more, Harley knew she had him hilted inside her.

Her passion rose higher every time he pounded her into the floor, a glowing heat that ran through her thighs and rose up into her belly. Harley burned hotter and hotter until she was consumed by the flames, coming again, another wail marking how Dick had one more claim on her: “UUGGGHH! AUUHH! HOOHHH FFUCK! Coming!”

The fire from his constant ramming of her sex grew, swirling into every desire-stricken part of her body. She wanted him from the tips of her fingers to the bottom of her feet and that was exactly where Harley seemed to feel his constant pounding: everywhere.