Most Eligible Bachelor update (Patreon)

Ivy drew in her legs, compressed them behind Summer’s back, then gave the reporter a push with them. Summer staggered up to her feet, taking so many clumsy steps across the floor on her suddenly teetering heels that she nearly stepped on Harley. But Dick was even faster.

Just like that, he was up from the couch, catching Summer about the waist. And even the journalistic eye for detail that told her Harley was at her feet, looking up her skirt, couldn’t check the swooning romance Summer felt at being in the arms of the Most Eligible Bachelor in Gotham.

Close to her face, Dick’s breath smelled good, minty—off-puttingly cool when his breath was so warm on her face and lips, but that just made Summer curious to find out how he’d taste: hot or cold. “How about it, Summer? Wanna go off the record?”

All Summer could think to say was: “God, you really do have a thing for redheads…”

Dick ran a hand through the frazzled hair slicked to her brow. She’d been sweating for a while now, but hadn’t noticed how heated it had grown until she felt Dick’s chill touch. “Let’s be fair. I’m not sure you’re a redhead. Not yet…”

Summer quivered with lust. She was used to feeling passionate, but it was disconcerting to realize it wasn’t her own appetite run amok, putting an edge on the sexual pleasure she desired. Instead, it was Dick who had her so turned on that her hands trembled as she rushed to take her panties off and spread her legs.

Her skirt crawled up to her waist, lifted by her open-scissor legs. She sat back on the couch to fully split her legs and show Dick her bare lap—his to do with as he pleased.

Dick dropped to his knees before her. He stared at Summer’s groin, the bands of her stockings, the garters that held them up, all the latticework of hosiery that sensuously overlaid her shaven loins, filigreeing them as if to put an emphasis on the sleek, elegant slit of her womanhood… then, under it, the unadorned hole of her anus. Perfect in its simplicity.

“Come closer,” he said to her, putting no effort into his voice to be more seductive than he usually was. He knew he had her; that she was getting off on going down this road with him.

So Summer did as told, pushing forward until her ass was halfway over the rim of the sofa. Dick lifted her nyloned legs, pushed her knees up to her chest, and smirked with the knowledge that she would hold them there, untold.

And Summer obediently did so, all of her sex turned up and accessible to him. Dick ran his hands lightly over Summer’s thighs and buttocks, sampling them by touch. His lust for her came to a fever pitch; she was wet, trembling, and her scent filled the air.

Dick had a surprise for her. The same surprise he had for most women. It was easy for him to shock a girl with the size of his manhood, but it made Dick feel a bit taken for granted that he could arouse a woman, make her surrender completely, with some luck at going through puberty.

So many girls ended up like Summer, on their backs, legs spread, begging for some prick. It was almost too easy.

Dick hated predictability. Maybe it was an allergic reaction to the rigmarole of Bruce’s training, with its endless repetition, but given the choice, he always preferred to do the unexpected. Especially now, when he was looking at Summer’s luscious pink slit. A pussy like that deserved to receive star treatment. And Dick liked the idea of surprising Summer by putting off the cocking that any other man would’ve started in on by now.

Dick held out a moment longer against his hunger, then he lowered his face between her thighs.

“Oh yes, Dick, I want it so much!” Summer moaned, reaching out her hands to grasp her legs, holding them up out of the way.

He gave her what she wanted, but surely not in the way she had imagined it. Dick started at her asshole—Summer gasped in shock at the sudden, unexpected touch. The way her knees were hauled up and her ass oriented upward, she saw exactly what Dick was doing. His light red tongue fluttered between the twin hills of her buttocks—she saw it far more than felt it, until at some point the sensation became inescapable.

First there was the fluttering at the tip of his tongue, then slowly, inexorably, it transitioned into licking. Up and down, all but inside. He worked on her anus until it was soft and relaxed. Then Dick pushed into her with his stiffened tongue, holding it inside her asshole like the first few inches of a cock.

Summer trembled. Despite knowing there was no more of Dick’s tongue to enter her, she felt like she’d only begun to be sodomized. Her pleasure mounted and mounted, only outpaced by her anticipation. What would Dick do next, when he’d started by ass-fucking her with his tongue?

Summer was in paradise, wondering. Here was Dick, Gotham’s most eligible bachelor—and certainly her own as well—on his knees with his tongue up her asshole. And he was making an expert sodomizer of himself. He stroked his tongue a little deeper, then a little back, then all at once he was completely outside of her and tickling her slit instead.

Summer hadn’t realized how sensitive her cunt had become until it was touched. Then she was up in the clouds, her head swimming and her body on fire. Only distantly did she feel herself dripping, her wetness running from her in a caressing flow down her thighs, a continuation of how her sex pulsed with excitement.

Dick licked at her juices, pulling them into his mouth and sucking away at the taste until it disappeared down his throat. Then he returned his tongue to her opening and through the softness of oral sex, Summer knew she was being rutted.

It was better than any fuck she’d ever had before, better than any man or any woman, better than she could’ve imagined. Dick’s tongue was long and he moved it, wiggling it, so she felt it far beyond where it reached. He knew how to work it in and out of her, up and down, so Summer felt a jolt of pleasure with each lick and immediately wanted the next.

He finally took his tongue out of her sex and trailed it up to her clit. By then, she was already on fire. Feeling him mouth her clit was just pouring gasoline on it. Summer rocked her hips and cried out and felt herself explode, right into his sucking mouth, feeding the evident pleasure he took in tasting her. Dick opened his lips wide, covered her slot with his mouth, and tasted all of her voluptuous climax.

“Well, you two have certainly found a way to entertain yourselves. Makes what Harley and I do look like playing patty cake. So Summer’s gotten a tongue-job and Harl got to be your little mouth-fuck… it makes me wonder what’s left for little ol’ me?”

Summer froze, her legs still wide apart. Ivy stood there, looking at them, watching incuriously as Dick’s wet face emerged from her crotch.

“Now there’s a woman who believes in watering her plants,” Ivy said to him. “There are quite a few greens in my garden who would appreciate getting between those legs…” She glanced down Dick’s body. “Not that you don’t look like you’ve been having fun…”

Summer blushed, suddenly recalling where she was, what she was doing, and who she was with. One or two she might’ve been able to set aside for sex this hot, but all put together, it was a full-blown scandal. It could be her career, having this orgy…

But, an insistent voice whispered in her ear, sounding much like Ivy, what more do you want than this? What’s all the work, all the hustle, all the late nights for unless it’s for something like THIS? What’s the point of turning this down when it’s exactly the kind of decadence you want out of being on the top?

Her blush faded. Ivy saw it, her discomfort then her acceptance, and smiled, knowing Summer wasn’t going anywhere; this toy she could play with. “Dick’s good at that, now isn’t he?”

Summer shut her legs. She decided to hell with the risks; she wouldn’t let Ivy chase her off. She’d show them she had as much to offer Dick as these two sluts.

“Yes, he’s amazing,” Summer agreed. “As I’m sure you know, not many people are at his level.”

Ivy laughed. “I do know. But, you’re the journalist. Do you think I’m as good as he is at that? Maybe better? Do inquiring minds want to know…? Open your legs, sugarpuss. I still want to look at you.”

Summer obligingly spread her legs. She had nothing to hide—they both knew the view was spectacular. And the one Summer was getting wasn’t bad either.

Ivy was one hell of a looker, even if she was psychotic. Summer didn’t know if Dick could truly keep a leash on her, even with his incredible tongue, but hell, Summer lived in Gotham. She risked her life on the morning commute. Why not risk it letting Ivy between her legs?

“I see you’re offering Dick one fluffy pet,” Ivy commented, her eyes locked on Summer’s crotch.

Summer’s cheeks burned again, but she didn’t even try to hide herself. “A man ought to know he’s with a woman, not a Barbie doll.”

Ivy smiled. “Barbie dolls are more Harl’s speed. I’ve caught her with them in some very interesting places. But since she’s already full…” Ivy rubbed her belly, furthering the double entendre. “Let’s get back to you. I think you two lovebirds forgot you were being watched. So let’s try for a second take. And this time, I know you won’t forget I’m here… enjoying the show.”

And she didn’t. The next five minutes were the wildest sex Summer’d ever had. Dick returned his face to her groin, his head twisted to the side just enough to show Ivy his tongue working in Summer’s womanhood.

Ivy’s fronds retreated, baring her own sex, and letting her reach her hand unhindered between her legs. Then her fingers were hidden by the leaves covering Ivy again, obscuring all but the silhouette of her masturbation as she watched Dick eat pussy.

It was a tease, a frustrating tease, but Summer had to admit it worked sublimely. Dick’s cunnilingus was as good as ever, but the exhibitionism of showing off to Ivy, the naughtiness of sharing their sexual arousal in one big, dirty game… Dick’s tongue was expert, but it wasn’t the only reason Summer was moaning and quivering under him like she was ODing on some drug.

Ivy hissed as Summer orgasmed, ejaculating so hard she wetted Dick’s hair. Summer pumped her hips, holding onto Dick’s head with both hands while she thrashed like she was in the electric chair. Every flick of his tongue was another thousand volts.

After that, Ivy’s costume went away entirely. Retracting up into a laurel wreath perched amid her red tresses. And she was perfection. Not a single flaw beyond the pendulous droop of her breasts, which just proved they were real. For all that her transformation had broken her mind, it had also left her in exquisite shape.

Of course, what really amused Summer was that Ivy still wore high heels, red as her hair. Whatever the changes she’d been through, Ivy still had plenty of feminine vanity. It made Summer admire her. If Dick really had curbed her homicidal tendencies, Ivy might actually be girlfriend material.

After all, she hadn’t even touched Summer and the woman had still come for her.