Harley Quinn's Bozo Blowbang 3 (Patreon)

Elmo was quick to pick up where he left off. He was a little guy, just five-foot-four, but he had a good-sized prick for any height. He rode Harley for fifteen minutes, giving her his nice hard cock in rhythmic, satisfying thrusts that had her moaning with enjoyment the entire time.

“I’m going to come!” he warned her finally.

“That’s good bozo, let me have it! I’m gonna cream too! C’mon, put your peanut butter right in my chocolaaaattteeeee!”

Harley loved the way Elmo fucked. She made a mental note, in so much as she ever remembered much of anything, to give him a call the next time she was horny. She definitely owed that sweet young prick all the goes at her pussy that it could handle.

It was Kramer’s turn now. Harley laid down, her vee’d legs up in the air, waiting for him to mount her soft, curvy body. Despite his hardness, he was nervous as a kitten—a sweet boy, with a smooth young body and a nice stiff prick for her. But he seemed so inexperienced. Harley hoped she didn’t get him too excited and make him blow his wad early.

But how could she help how hot she was? Could she get rid of her big mommy milkers? Her fat, extra-thicc ass? No! It was who she was!

Unfortunately, who she was was too much for young Kramer. He was running so hot that he’d barely gotten his throbbing cock inside of her before, after ten quick pumps, he blasted his seed. And right when she was almost to the precipice, her would-be orgasm churning where his cock had touched her.

And Kramer got so excited before the end that he came out of her heaving, convulsing sex altogether. When he went off, he shot it onto her groin and her thighs and her belly, splashing ropes of white, gooey cum all across Harley’s body.

Sweet as her bozos could be, they still laughed at Kramer and he sullenly hung his head. Harley buried her own frustration with the outcome and patted him on the head.

“That’s okay, Kram,” she said. “You can come back later—even if it’s after everyone leaves—and we’ll take all the time we need to get it right. Promise. You’ll outlast all of them.”

Kramer brightened some, but then Jimbo elbowed him aside. He’d been holding back, waiting for everyone to have their turn, because he planned to take a good long while for his own fuck of Harley. He knew he’d last so long that everyone else would be a distant memory. A sort of grand finale to this gangbang; something Harley would remember for a long time. If possible, all she would remember, because he’d fuck the thought of everything else right out of her skull.

He came to her, his lengthy erection like a stallion’s where it hung from his lithe body. Harley laid back to be covered by him, her legs outstretched, her slit wet and pink and still splayed from Kramer rutting her. If nothing else, he’d warmed her up for anything Jimbo had in mind.

Harley smiled as he lowered himself down to her. “Hi again, Jimbo. I really liked how you fucked my throat last time. Guess you’ll be trying that out on my tender little ladyparts. Hope ya don’t frig me too hard with that big cock. I might just scream.”

“Oh, you’ll scream alright,” Jimbo said. He’d joined up with Harley’s crew not so sure about her leadership, but definitely wanting to fuck her. It hadn’t happened until now, but he’d come to appreciate that Harley was one of the guys, so to speak, not a boss that got all high and mighty with the crew.

So he thought maybe it was a bit of a good thing that he hadn’t gotten a crack at her as a young punk. He wouldn’t have been able to appreciate what a wild fuck she was. But now he would. He knew exactly how hard to fuck her to give her a good time and he knew he’d leave her happily orgasmed out for a nice long while.

His cock was good and hot, engorged with a lusty hunger, balls heavy and full of cum. He was ready for her. But first, he grabbed some throw pillows from off the couch and thrust them under Harley’s ass, pushing her sex into the air where he’d have the easiest time getting to it.

Then he gave marching orders to all the other bozos, even Min and Max, sending them out to get Harley so hot that her cunt would boil around his cock. “Kramer, suck her left tit. Nice and soft and gentle, until I tell you to start really getting at it. And stroke your body with your hands, easy, real easy, so she gets all warmed up. Min, you do the same thing on her other nipple. Max, you take her legs—do whatever you want to them, just enjoy yourself. She just likes being touched. And Elmo, you’ve got her mouth. Kiss her, fuck her there, anything you want. Pretend she has an oral fixation; she probably does.”

Everyone took their places, Elmo laying himself out upside-down to Harley so he was out of the way of the others while he kissed the boss, his lips pressed to hers before Jimbo even touched her pussy.

She sighed gently and wrapped her arms around Elmo’s neck while the others licked up her sweat, felt out her creamy skin. Touching and tasting her all over. Then Jimbo moved between her legs.

His prick felt ready to catch fire, burning with an urgent need that was practically red-hot. His swollen shaft beat a steady cadence against his encircling hand as he guided himself into Harley’s moist, excited labia. The moment he touched her folds with his glans, he couldn’t control himself anymore. He dove into her with a swinging lunge, sending himself straight into her pussy.

His balls slammed hard against her buttocks, all of his pounding erection now embedded in her receptive snatch. It was a delicious, sweeping charge of pleasure through the length of his manhood and Harley felt just as much, her inner muscles aching with their sudden rearrangement. She cooed drunkenly as the sweetly carnal feeling swept through her, carried along on all the stimulation her other bozos were giving her luscious physique.

“Don’t hold anything back, boys!” she swooned, caught up in the delirious excess of affection she’d managed to maneuver herself into. “Lick me everywhere! Suck on my everything! Fuck me, Jimbo! I want to come so hard I flatten your dick like a cardboard box!”

Kramer and Min had her supple breasts in their mouths, their tongues dancing with her stiff, tingling nipples. Their fingers scoured her belly and sides, scrubbing every iota of feeling from the nerves of her smooth skin. Goosepimples rippled over her body with the sensations as her clit sung with a wave of surging, aroused energy.

Rapture covered her entire body as Max ran his tongue up her leg and back down it. Elmo sucked on her tongue, then licked from her lips to her neck to the inside of her ear. With fingers and tongues lighting up nerve endings all over her body, Harley melted inch by inch like she was a wax figure dunked into a cauldron of seething sexuality.

It would only take a little from Jimbo to bring her to orgasm, but she got a whole hell of a lot more than just what she needed. He shoved his stiff cock into her pussy with long, satin strokes, boring his way to her belly with pure pleasure.

Jimbo lunged into her from one side, then the other, then pushed his body forward so the entire length of his thrusting shaft was rasping against her fiery clit. His cock twisted and turned inside her, treating every fold in her cunt to scintillating pleasure. It rutted into her sex again and again.

Harley’s mind emptied out but her body stayed a raging storm of raw nerves, each suffused with feeling and screaming her relief. The only thing worse than this mind-shattering gangbang was not getting more of it, more and more and more…

“I can’t take it!” Harley finally cried, a whiny lilt in her voice. “I’m just a girl! Stop teasin’ and make me come! Jimbo, please, get me off! Fuck me, I wanna be fucked, I WANNA COME WANNA COME WANNA COME WANNA COME!”

Jimbo gave her all that he could, all the hardness of his erection ramming into her trembling pussy. He was like a machine, pounding into Harley in callous thrusts as she screeched and shouted and became a total madwoman, clawing at her own clit, sending out a torrential gush of her cream.

It took all of them to hold her down as she came. Her body was like a volcano. She shook violently in all her limbs and every inch of her height, her bozos struggling to keep her against the ground even as they kept licking and fondling her. Jimbo still had her impaled to the hilt on his lengthy endowment.

“Oh geez whiz, I can’t get enough!” Harley keened. “I want all your pricks! All of them! Give me all the cock and every last drop of cum! I NEEEEEED ITT!”

Elmo quickly moved to straddle her face, his yearning erection going right into her shouting mouth. Min and Kramer jammed their own girthy cocks into her hands. She started squeezing and stroking them immediately.

Harley sucked on Elmo’s prick with wild abandon. Her inner muscles contracted with every bellows-like pump of Jimbo’s manhood, holding it in a vise-like embrace whether it was driving into her or abandoning her. No wonder he came first, his seed jetting into her sex and coating her pinkness, spreading its liquid warmth throughout her passage.

That aroused Harley even more fiercely. So she was even more receptive when Elmo’s body stilled into a statue and he let fly his load right into Harley’s mouth. She moaned when her swallowing throat permitted it, filling her stomach like she’d been starving for the creamy sweetness that now deluged her open lips.

Min and Kramer unloaded right after that, their cum spurting from them in fountaining gushes that covered every heaving inch of Harley’s tits. Harley personally milked them empty of their frothing seed, groaning, eyes crossed as she sprayed her own orgasmic essence through the air…

Her fingers dripped with cum. Her breasts ran with it, sending the excess semen rolling down across her belly. Her mouth was white with Elmo’s sperm. And Jimbo’s enormous offering filled her cunt.

Only Max hadn’t joined in yet, but he wouldn’t miss out. He sat on the floor, taking Harley by her bare feet and shoving her arches together around his hardened member, pumping his dick into the pressure between them.

Harley giggled through gobs of cum as she realized what he was doing. She pumped her legs for him, stroking him up and down with her feet, until he gave her his donation. Silky white spilled all over Harley’s calves and thighs, completing her paintjob.

She was creamy from head to toe, inside and out, and even as her satiated bozos whirled into unconsciousness, she knew that from now on, her boys would be covering her a lot than in just gunfights.