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Harley saw stars. Her anus stretched wide around Harpo’s thickness. She couldn’t catch her breath as more and more of it breached into her colon. Then, having gone as deep as Harley could take, the tentacle began pistoning in and out.

Harley went cross-eyed, suddenly on the receiving end of the same astonishing anal reaming that Ivy was getting.

Every solid inch her ass could take moved smoothly in and out of her, thrilling her, pleasuring her, firing her senses until she was overloaded with feelings and emotions. She milked Groucho’s hardness and sucked on Chico, all while Harpo fucked into her clenching anus. His big tip steamed into the depths of her bowels, the girth of his length kissing its way through her puckered anus, rubbing pleasure into the fired nerves of the taut sphincter.

She came in waves, her orgasmic pussy clenching and twitching, making her asshole writhe all around Harpo. He slammed through her tight little hole again, making the muscle clamp around himself, holding on it, imprisoning it buried inside of her, all while Harley shook her way through a long, delicious orgasm.

It was just one in a string of climaxes, her body celebrating over and over again as it kept being sodomized. She savored the wet feeling as Harpo pumped a load of sap into her, then he was gone and Chico took his place, rutting in and out of her so nicely that she squealed happily with her newly unsealed mouth.

Her anal opening tightened and relaxed spasmodically, treating Chico while her pussy got hot and wet. Clenching and roiling like it still had a cock inside it. Harley burned with Chico’s fucking; it got to where she had to jerk Harpo off and suck on Groucho.

Whatever exactly Harpo had pumped into her, it left her asshole so loose and slippery that Chico rammed in and out easily. Her breath was stolen away every time the tentacle successfully impaled her.

Between sap being worked out of her ass by the sodomy and her own cream seeping from her screaming pussy, her entire lower body was soaked. The tentacles now slapped wetly around as they rammed home. Harley almost passed out in ecstasy, listening to a soundtrack of moist rustling and the sound her feet made as they kicked convulsively against the nearest surfaces.

She was in Nirvana when Chico exploded, shooting his own load into what Harpo had already put in her bowels. She jittered, taut with feeling as his quaking girth stimulated her anal ring, jolting and spurting violently. It made her moan.

Then Groucho was in her, pushing apart her buttocks, wedging himself into her anus.

“Aahhhh!” Harley cried. “Red, are you fucking me with these things or is Shrek doin’ it?”

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!” Ivy chanted, too lost in what Swamp Thing was doing to her to listen to anything Harley had to say.

Harley’s eyes rolled as her soaked ass swallowed Groucho whole. “Urrkk! I guess… as long as I’m getting’ fucked… Red, does this make you a cuck?”

***

Ivy was still human enough to see vines and tendrils more as sex toys than as lovers. There was a reason she preferred Harley’s soft flesh to a tree trunk or a leaf—up until now, at least. She’d found men who were more desirable to her, with taut muscles and stylish hair and white-hot smiles, but none of them could match Swamp Thing’s vigor.

In and out he pumped, ravishing and ramming the sheath he’d made of her ass. He was like an animal, a rutting stag, and she was an animal too. A bitch in heat receiving his lust.

And at that moment, Ivy greatly appreciated being an animal. She accepted and welcomed each forceful thrust he gave her, working her own hips, accommodating his desire and passion, giving herself completely over to her own need for Swamp Thing.

***

Completely thrilled to share a man with Ivy and less aware of what she was saying than usual, Harley twisted her asshole on Groucho’s driving tentacle.

“Gimme! Ohhh, I want it, give it to my ass! I’m comin’ so much! YEAH! OH! UNHHHH!” she cried. “Ivy grew you so big! Fuck! We both love it big and hard, don’t we? And that’s the way she’s getting it from Shrek, ain’t she? Big and hard! FUCK! OHHH! FUCK! I want it next! I wanna see Red get my sloppy seconds! AND I WANT YOU TO FUCK MEEEEE!”

Harley left herself for a while, disappearing into an orgasm, and when she came back to her body she had a fistful of vine, a mouthful of vine, and an ass full of vine, all at once. Her senses reeled. She still didn’t know if Ivy was driving or if Swamp Thing was and she no longer cared. All she knew for sure was that she was in Paradise. Three big, thick, throbbing tentacles all for her!

So she jerked them off and sucked them off and most definitely fucked them. Her hot cunt exploded again and she got an even hotter cock in her ass, shooting her full of sap. What more could a girl want?

***

In her most secretive thoughts, Ivy had never imagined that this could really happen to a woman, let alone to her. No man could give a woman pleasure like this. Maybe someone as stupid and as silly as Harley could help things along, fooling herself into thinking she was feeling this way, but unlike Harl, she wasn’t crazy.

Yet here she was: ready, willing, and if not truly able to take Swamp Thing’s massive prick up her ass, then still allowing him to try.

Ivy forgot that Harley had even shown up. In her maddened mind, she imagined Harley coming back to see her like this, totally naked and being absolutely reamed by a plant elemental, his hands on her hips, his long and girthy phallus working its way further into her colon with each pump he made between her buttocks.

The idea had her feeling giddy with naughtiness. She began to hope that Harley would come home, that she would watch. That would show her how Ivy wanted to get fucked. Harley was a good lover, but easily distracted—always needing Ivy to tie her down and browbeat her into giving a satisfactory performance. Which worked for both of them, but getting sodomized by Swamp Thing was so much less of a strain.

In fact, it was an effort not to come for him… Ivy mused as she lost her train of thought in another orgasm, forgetting again about even the notion of Harley.

Ivy was aware that she had some sort of sex slave that she had some level of fondness for, but aside from that, all she knew was that if she couldn’t pleasure her like this, she shouldn’t be surprised to find Ivy getting it from someone who could!

***

Harley sucked and pumped and pumped the three tentacles before her, all huge and stiff and wet and throbbing, filling her throat as well as both hands. There were more now, even though she only had three holes. She was bent over and something was up her ass, throbbing in her colon… more tentacles circled her breasts, squeezing into them to give her painfully intense feelings of pleasure. Something stiff went in her pussy, meeting the sodomizing tentacle somewhere in her belly, and she about fainted.

She was coming like mad, her knees turned to water, but she couldn’t fall when she was tightly bound inside all the tentacles caressing her luscious body. One even wrapped around her throat, not choking her, but holding her steady for the vine being fed into her gaping, gasping lips. Every hole she had to offer was filled with something. It was mindboggling.

With her mouth, cunt, and ass all penetrated at the same time, Harley orgasmed so much that it felt like she was melting. Crazed and spurred on by her ecstasy, having to do something with all this lust she felt, she sucked hotly on the tentacle in her mouth, fucked herself on the one in her sex, and squirmed her asshole on that glorious sodomy.

More were in her hands; she pumped them vigorously as she slipped her wet mouth up and down. Sucking and moaning, she twisted her hips around, choking two more tentacles with her spasming anus and sex. It felt incredibly.

But the best was still to come. In her mouth, in her cunt, in her asshole, they swelled up big and angry. Harley knew they were going to spurt. The thought excited her to the point of delirium. She quaked with anticipation.

Then it happened all at once. First in her ass, then in her pussy, then in her mouth. All of them following on the heels of that first eruption, stirring and pumping so wildly that she thought she was being fucked by a dozen pricks.

Her mind swam in cum—cum she was gulping, cum she was being stuffed with. She shook all over as she swallowed and gulped and bulged and overflowed. The tentacles spilled so much inside her that Harley thought she was one big cunt getting stretched by one big prick. It was better than a drug.

Her whole body shook with orgasmic delight. All of her buzzing, infected with the pleasure from her skewered orifices as the tentacles flooded her. She trembled from head to toe and gasped for breath around the vine that was spurting in her mouth. Its sap dribbled down her jaw.

When the tentacles finally left her burning holes, Harley sank to the ground in a puddle. A mass of thrumming female flesh, gasping and panting for oxygen. With more will than strength, her hands went to her pulsing breasts and purring sex. She rubbed herself as the sea of ecstasy she was in slowly drained, working her way down from Cloud Nine until she was feeling so little she could finally sleep.

It took a while. It took a long while.

***

Ivy opened her mouth to cry out and nothing emerged. Her scream was only in her mind. But if the scream was meant to be cathartic, a release of what she was feeling, then the thought that she was screaming was enough of a release.

As her orgasm died down, so did the volume of the screaming in her mind. Finally, she found that her asshole was empty. It was still gaping open, perhaps permanently stretched by how hard Swamp Thing had fucked her, and even the thought of standing on two feet made her quail… but she’d survived that onslaught of unbelievable rapture.

Immediately, Ivy wanted more.

She was just so tired.

“You’ll do that again… right?” she yawned.

“Yes,” Swamp Thing said, picking her up and petting out the shudders her ecstatic body continued to pulse with. “It is necessary… for your care… and feeding… but not here… in the swamp… where we can be… alone…”

Ivy’s eyes were drifting shut, but on that last word, she managed to force one open. “What about Harl?”

“She is… disruptive… animalistic… loud and spirited…”

Ivy’s one open eye went to Harley, sleeping contentedly in a pool of all the sap it had taken to quiet her. “She’s not so disruptive right now. She just needs the proper care. Like I got.”

“You think she will… desire more?” Swamp Thing asked.

“Oh yeah. Lots more. Much as she can get.”

“That is an… intriguing proposition…”

It was. Ivy felt herself growing excited—too thrilled now for her exhaustion to take hold. She sat up, wincing. Her body was still tired, still strained, but it was pleasant. She could never fuck herself as hard and as demandingly as Swamp Thing had. He had taken her to the limits and beyond, knowing her body better than she herself did. Getting every ounce of pleasure out of it when Ivy would’ve faltered.

The irony chagrinned Ivy. As she dominated Harley, Swamp Thing had well and truly topped her. And she loved it. He was right, even if he was a man… more or less. What crime—what in Gotham—could compare to having that done to her, over and over again?

“You just tried her out,” Ivy cooed. “Tell me: didn’t you enjoy yourself? Having us both at once? I’ve certainly enjoyed having Selina join in… we two may not be human anymore, but there’s still something about big tits, a fat ass, and legs that won’t quit, now isn’t there?”

A smile slowly grew on Swamp Thing’s mouth. “She would need… to earn… her keep…”

“I said the same thing myself once…”

“And has she?”

“Tell me something: did I feel like an anal virgin when you went in there?”