6 comments/ 11050 views/ 28 favorites Ivy & Harley's Fun Night Out By: BatmansDick Greetings, everyone! Sorry I've been gone for so long. Here's a one-off I wrote to get back in the swing of things, based on an excellent idea by a loyal reader. Hope you like it! ***** 'Every time,' Poison Ivy thought. Ivy looked at the woman who was standing sheepishly at her door step. Trying not to sound judgmental, Ivy acknowledged her. "Harley." "H-Hi, Red." Harley Quinn always ended up on Poison Ivy's doorstep eventually. Sometimes it took weeks, sometimes months, but Harley always ended up appearing in front of Poison Ivy looking like she did now: her blonde ponytails disheveled, lines of black mascara running down her white powdered face, perhaps a rip or two in her red and black jumpsuit, a ratty bag thrown over her shoulder, a hangdog look on her face. Each time Harley left, Ivy had threatened her that that Harley wasn't allowed back, that Ivy would leave no clues for Harley to find her, that next time she'd be all alone. But, each time, Harley would show up at Ivy's doorstep and Ivy couldn't bring herself to turn the lovelorn jester away. There would be a pause, a heavy sigh, and then Ivy would step to the side and allow Harley to enter. "What happened this time?" Ivy said heavily. "Oh Red, it's all my fault!" Harley said as she walked past, burying her head in her hands. "I'm never getting him back this time!" Harley collapsed onto the first thing she came past, which happened to be an immense violet. The flower lurched under Harley's weight and Ivy winced. Harley began to sob, her hands still on her face, her body shaking the violet underneath her. Ivy crossed her arms and tapped her foot; this little routine also happened every time. Harley would cry and cry and blame herself for losing the favor of her psychotic boyfriend, The Joker, and then she'd mope around wherever Ivy was laying her head. Ivy steeled herself for the next few days. The vegetarian villainess sighed once more, walked laboriously over to Harley and patted her on the head. "There, there, Harley," Ivy said, rolling her eyes, "It'll be okay." Harley didn't reply, only sobbing into her hands even harder. Ivy continued patting the top of her head and bit her tongue to prevent herself from saying something crass. 'Men,' Ivy thought to herself. Harley cried and cried while Ivy waited and waited. Finally, the jester's sobs began to subside. Harley grabbed a leaf off of a nearby plant and used it to blow her nose while Ivy gritted her teeth. Harley wiped her nose and tossed the leaf behind her, then looked up with red eyes and smeared mascara. "Can I stay here tonight, Ivy?" Harley said pitiably. Ivy sighed once more. Every time. "Sure, Harl," Ivy said with resignation. "Cot's in the back." *** The next night, Poison Ivy was busy at her work desk. She had her fiery red hair held behind her head by a pencil and a white lab coat on that stood stark against her light green skin. Safety goggles securely fastened on her head, Ivy busily concentrated while she combined two chemicals. Tried to concentrate, it should be said. "OH HARLEY YOU'RE SO FINE YOU'RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND HEY HARLEY! HEY HARLEY!" Ivy placed the chemicals down and then leaned back in her chair. She glanced in frustration at the door to the next room, where Ivy could hear the sound of running water and the off-tune wailing of her wayward roommate. Ivy took off her safety goggles and rubbed her eyes. Harley's mood had been veering from euphoric to deeply depressed all day. It was hard for Ivy to keep track; one moment Harley would be doing cartwheels, the next her eyes would tear up at the sight of some random trinket that reminded her of The Joker. Right before she had gotten in the shower she had become despondent when she saw a purple lilac because it reminded her of her beau's favorite color. But now she was happy again. Ivy glanced over right as Harley bounded into the room clad in a small white towel. She was drying her wet blonde hair and smiling brightly. "So Red," She began, "I was thinkin' that you and I should hit the town. Y'know, do somethin' fun. Get up to some mischief. Commit some hijinx. Hit the town runnin'. Paint the tow-" Ivy put up her hand. "I get it," She said. "But Harl, I honestly have a lot of work to do. They're planning on opening up that new make-up plant in 3 days and if I don't get this poison up and running by then..." While Ivy spoke, Harley's face fell. Her wide smile withered and died on her face and her shoulders slumped towards the ground. "Oh," Harley said softly. "I understand." Harley turned and walked slowly back to the bathroom, her head hanging towards the floor. She stopped once and looked back with welling eyes at Ivy. Then she continued her long, doleful walk. "Harley, wait, I-" Ivy began. "No, no, it's okay," Harley said. "I understand that you're too busy for me. You probably don't want me around, just like... just like..." Harley's shoulders began to convulse and Ivy could tell she was winding up for a breakdown. "Okay, okay," Ivy said quickly, jumping out of her chair and walk-running towards Harley. "I can wait until tomorrow to work on this. Let's go out. Whatever you want to do." Ivy put her hands on Harley's shoulders gently and steered her around. "Ya mean it? Whatever I want to do?" Harley said softly as she slightly raised her head. Her wet hair was in front of her face and Ivy pushed it to the side. "Sure," Ivy said, forcing a smile. "Okay!" Harley said, suddenly smiling brightly. "I'll go get ready!" Harley hugged Ivy tightly, surprising her, and then skipped towards the bathroom. Her towel fell off as she skipped, giving Ivy a brief glimpse of Harley's tight ass. Ivy had the sinking suspicion that she had just been conned. With Harley, you could never be sure. She sighed and headed over to her work bench to clean it up. "So what DO you want to do tonight?" Ivy asked as she began dumping beakers and test tubes into the large sink. "Liberate an animal shelter? Scare some fat cat into saving a rainforest or two?" There was no response. "...Harley?" Ivy said, louder this time. She didn't hear a response and looked towards the door. Harley was sticking her head out, smiling mischievously around the toothbrush in her mouth. "You'll see..." Harley said somewhat ominously. *** "You know, at some point you have to tell me what we're doing," Ivy said grumpily as Harley veered their stolen car wildly through the streets of Gotham. Harley only looked at her and smiled around the lollipop in her mouth, then looked back at the road and yanked at the wheel to avoid a semi. Ivy crossed her arms grumpily. Harley had gotten Ivy into strange situations before, sure, but Ivy was generally included in the planning of the mischief. But now she was a passenger on Harley Quinn's Wild Ride and she didn't exactly appreciate it. And she DEFINITELY didn't appreciate the drab outfit Harley had made her wear. "We're goin' undahcovah!" Harley had said in her unmistakable accent as she slapped a floppy sun hat on Ivy's head. Ivy looked up to see underneath the brim at her friend. "But Harley, it's night time," Ivy replied, yanking the hat off her head and examining it. "We gotta stay hidden, Red," Harley explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You don't want anyone to see who ya are." Harley tossed a long brown trenchcoat at Ivy. "That'll cover your skin, I think." Ivy grumbled, conceding that if they were going undercover then Harley had a point. But Ivy didn't appreciate dressing up for a scheme when she had no idea what the scheme actually was. She put on the trenchcoat over her familiar green costume, one that only covered the bare minimum of Ivy's skin. Ivy scowled when she noticed that the coat was several sizes too large. "Why are we dressing up, exactly?" Ivy said, trying again to get Harley to spill her secret. Harley only smiled mischievously again and worked on her lipstick. She smacked her lips together and stepped back, presenting herself to Ivy. "How do I look?" She asked triumphantly, already knowing the answer. Harley was wearing a tight white t-shirt that didn't quite go down to her skintight shiny red booty shorts. Thick black high-heeled boots went up to Harley's knees. She had a choker on and her blonde hair was pulled to each side in pony tails. Ivy could tell that Harley wasn't wearing a bra. "If you're trying to be inconspicuous then I don't think that outfit's going to do it," Ivy said. Harley didn't look like Harley Quinn, wanted criminal, but anyone who saw her was definitely going to give her a second look. "Ah it'll be fine," Harley said before running her tongue along her red lips. "Now put on ya disguise, Red, before it gets too late." Ivy looked once again down at the droopy hat. "What is this made out of?" She asked tentatively. And now, as they careened through Gotham, Ivy was examining her hat. "This is made out of hemp," Ivy said seriously. "Do you realize how many plants are murdered every year so that stoners can-" Harley turned up the radio on the car, gave Ivy a sideways glance, and then began singing along loudly with the song. Ivy sank into her seat. Finally, mercifully, Harley spun the car into an alley. Slamming on the brakes, she triumphantly proclaimed, "We're here!" Ivy looked up and stared in confusion at the building Harley had stopped near. It was a 2-story brick building, relatively nondescript. It looked like a thousand other buildings in Gotham, with the exception of a large guard standing near the back entrance. "What are we...?" Ivy asked with uncertainty. "C'mon!" Harley responded, bounding out of her seat and slamming her car door. She disappeared before popping her head back into the window frame. "And put ya hat on!" Ivy grumbled and gently put the hat on her head, being careful not to hurt the poor plant corpses that comprised it. Ivy stepped out of the car, wrapped the trenchcoat tightly around her, and followed Harley. Harley busily sucked on her lollipop as she approached the burly man at the back entrance of the building. Ivy had been right; the man scanned his eyes towards the two of them, continued scanning, and then snapped his eyes right back towards Harley. He smiled at her as she approached. "What's up, girl?" The man said, eying Harley lecherously up and down. "Hi, Sugah," Harley responded. Ivy's eyebrows raised in surprise; the voice that had come out of Harley sounded much deeper than her normal, nasal voice. Apparently she knew how distinctive her normal voice was and was trying to disguise it. But why...? "What can I do for you?" The man said, his eyes now focused only on Harley's tits. She pushed her chest out a little as she replied. "We're here to have fun," Harley replied deeply, holding her hands behind her. This caused her breasts to stand out even more and the man licked his lips. Ivy wondered which one of them had the ability to control men's minds after all. "Certainly, sweetheart. Is it just you or..." The man said. He finally unglued his eyes from Harley's tits and glanced over at Ivy. "Who's this?" "Oh, that's my friend," Harley replied nonchalantly. She leaned forward to whisper. "She's tryin' to keep a low profile." The man eyed Ivy suspiciously. Ivy thought their cover had been blown but Harley took the opportunity to give her lollipop a long lick and the man's attention was once more on her. He smiled and glanced down at his clipboard. "You two will be in booth 5," He said. He leered at the two of them and smiled. "Same deal as everyone else: $75 per. Have a good time." Harley winked at the man and brushed past him into the building. Ivy followed and found herself walking down a long hallway. The hallway, like the building, was nondescript; there was some light graffiti on the blank walls but that was it. Low uncovered bulbs gave only enough light to see where one was going. Along one side were a series of doors, each numbered. They passed "1," then "2," as they entered deeper into the building. As they passed door number 3, Ivy stopped. A strange noise was coming from the door; Ivy leaned towards the door and thought she heard a person's voice. It almost sounded like they were moa- "C'mon, Red!" Harley said, grabbing Ivy by the trench coat and pulling her down the hall. They reached a door with #5 scrawled on it and opened it up. Ivy felt a push on her back and stumbled inside. Ivy was surprised to find that the room was a small booth, perhaps about 3 feet wide and a little deeper. A lone bare bulb hung from the ceiling, giving off inconsistent light. There were scratchings all over the walls and... 'Wait, those aren't scratchings,' Ivy thought. It was graffiti, hundreds of lines of graffiti on almost every inch of the walls. A large drawing of an erect dick was drawn on the back wall. "Magpie Was Here" was written to Ivy's left. On each side wall, approximately waist high, were two dark drawn circles. And to Ivy's right, the most common graffiti you could find in Gotham: "Fuck Batman." Ivy heard a click and turned to find that Harley had followed her inside the booth, locking the door behind her. "Harl, seriously, what the Hell is going on?" Ivy said. Harley giggled. "Here, you don't need these anymore," She said, pulling off Ivy's hat and coat and tossing them into the corner. "Just wait like one more minute an-" "HARLEY," Ivy said with a tone that let Harley know that her little game had gone on long enough "Shh!" Harley responded, holding a hand to her lips. She glanced around furtively and then finally began to give up her game. "Okay, okay, okay," Harley whispered. "You know how you're always sayin' that I should see other men for a while...?" Ivy looked around; from somewhere nearby she thought she had heard a door open and shut. "Get to the-" "Shh!" Harley said again, shutting Ivy up. "Well, I figured out how to see a lotta men at one time." Ivy stared at Harley. The girl had clearly lost it this time. "Harley," Ivy whispered. "I think you need to stop and... what the...?" Ivy had felt something poke against her leg. She glanced down and suddenly realized that what she thought was a circle drawn on the wall was not drawn at all; it was a hole. And sticking through the hole, brushing against Ivy's leg, was a cock. The dick was fully hard, pointing directly out into the booth. The hole said dick was sticking through was big and round, with duct tape wrapped around the sides. Whoever it belonged to was apparently straining to push as much of him through the hole as possible. The cock almost pulsed, as if searching for something. "Oh my God," Ivy breathed, jerking her leg away from the cock. She brought a hand up to her mouth, the villainess in shock at what she was seeing. She looked at Harley and was startled to see her busily applying more lipstick to her lips. Harley finished and smacked her lips before tossing the lipstick into the corner "Harley!" Ivy whispered harshly. "Harley, what're you..." But Harley paid her friend no mind. Swiftly, she dropped down to her knees, smacked her lips one final time, and threw herself onto the disembodied cock. Ivy gasped. Behind the wall, a voice groaned. And Harley breathed harshly as cock quickly filled her mouth. Harley sucked cock just like she did everything else: violently and with vigor. The small booth quickly filled with smacking and glugging sounds as Harley threw herself on the dick again and again. She paused only occasionally to run her tongue around the head of the quivering cock while she gripped hard around the slick shaft and jerked it. Then she'd throw herself back onto the cock, her hands and breasts pressed up against the wall, her tongue sticking out as the dick touched her throat. Ivy still had her hand to her mouth, staring with wide eyes at this sudden turn of events. She had imagined Harley Quinn capable of a lot of things, but this? This was... Ivy wasn't sure what. Ivy gulped, unconscious of the fact that her mouth was beginning to water. Harley, meanwhile, was still busily fucking her mouth. She pushed herself forward and held herself there, her lips coming millimeters from the wall. She convulsed slightly, prompting a moan from beyond the wall. Finally, Harley pulled herself back. A healthy amount of spit stayed behind, providing ample lubricant for Harley's hand as she began to furiously jerk the cock. She looked up at Ivy, smiling widely as lines of mascara began to run down her face. "I think this is helping!" Harley whispered excitedly to Ivy. Spit hung from her chin, falling onto her white shirt. The damp shirt hung heavily between her perky breasts. On the wall, someone had tagged, "Crazy Bitch," the graffiti sitting just above Harley's head. Ivy couldn't disagree. Ivy was about to haul Harley out of there when she suddenly heard a door opening to her left. It took her a moment but she was finally able to process what was happening as she heard footsteps coming closer. Her eyes slowly fell to the other hole in the wall, opposite of Harley's. She waited until, finally, she saw it. Another cock. This one, like Harley's, was moderately sized and already fully erect. It popped in to booth, bobbing around in search of a caretaker. Ivy didn't breathe. "Hello...?" Came a voice from beyond the wall. Harley turned around and saw the unattended cock. Stroking her cock with her right hand, she looked up at Ivy and jerked her head towards the cock behind her. "Uh-uh," Ivy said with closed lips, shaking her head. "Mmmhmm," Harley said back. She pointed at the unattended cock, then brought a clenched fist up to her mouth and brought it back and forth to pantomime a blowjob. The implication was clear to Ivy. "Uh, is anyone there?" Came the voice beyond the wall again. The cock was deflating slightly, drooping towards the floor. "Just a-" Harley began to say before realizing she was speaking in her normal voice. She coughed and disguised her voice. "Just a second," She said throatily. Harley stared angrily at Ivy and then shifted her cock to her left hand. Reaching over with her right, she began jerking the new cock. Harley was facing Ivy now as she knelt on the floor, both hands quickly jerking a cock. She grumpily glared at Ivy, as if Ivy had committed some sort of faux pas by not taking part. "You promised, Red," Harley said with a mixture of sorrow and scorn, "Whatever I wanted to do." Ivy shook her head once again, albeit less vigorously this time. Harley scowled. "You're always saying that you love cock but hate men," Harley whispered. "Well..." Ivy looked down at Harley. She then eyed the erect dick with a mix of fear and fascination. And then, for the umpteenth time in the last two days, Ivy sighed. Harley had a way of making Ivy do things she didn't want to do. Slowly, uncertainly, Ivy dropped down to her knees. She shuffled herself over towards Harley and the cock. Harley pushed the cock forward towards Ivy. Reaching for it, Ivy gradually took over for Harley Quinn. Her hand moved slowly, pumping the cock. Beyond the wall, Ivy heard a groan. Ivy situated herself in front of the cock, her ass now rubbing against Harley's as they kneeled back-to-back towards the walls of the narrow booth. As Ivy began to jerk the cock off, she noticed the graffiti written around the hole. One read, "Suck this and get a prize!" with an arrow pointing towards the cock. The other was written on the floor and Ivy noticed it as she positioned herself. It read, "Slut goes here," With an arrow pointing towards a spot on the ground. Ivy was sitting in that spot now. She frowned as she heard someone gasp from beyond the wall. It wasn't well-known but Poison Ivy had a natural talent for stimulating cock. She had spent her whole life nourishing things, helping them grow strong and tall before coaxing them to bloom wonderfully. It only made sense that she was as adept at nurturing cocks as she was plants. Ivy & Harley's Fun Night Out Ivy wasn't proud of this skill; on the contrary, she hated it. Ivy hated society and the men who controlled it. She had spent her whole life trying to bring down the whole horrible system to free the plants who suffered every day under it. It was a sad irony that the woman who had spent her whole life hurting men was surprisingly adept at pleasuring them. And herself, too; even now, as Ivy ran her hand lightly along the dick in front of her, she felt a stirring between her legs. The truth was that Ivy liked fondling a nice, big cock. She enjoyed the way it pulsed in her hands, strained at her touch, even how it filled her mouth, and when it finally exploded... Ivy unconsciously spit the excess saliva in her mouth on the cock in front of her and continued jerking. But even more than she loved cock, she hated men. The idea of allowing a man to have that kind of power over her, giving them the satisfaction of getting one over on the Great Poison Ivy, was unthinkable. Ivy would never let any man lord that over her. A series of groans, each one louder than the last, came from behind Ivy. She was brought back to reality and became aware that she was jerking the cock in front of her very quickly now. Still jerking, she leaned backwards so that she could see what was happening behind through the other hole. "Unnngghhh," Came a voice and the cock in front of Harley as well. Harley had squatted even lower, putting herself below the cock, and was furiously jerking it as the first streams of cum spurted forth. They landed in thick ropes on Harley's face, some of it falling into her laughing mouth. Harley stuck out her tongue just as the next stream came. This one shot directly into Harley's mouth and trailed from deep in her mouth, to her tongue, to the front of her chin. Harley lifted her head back and up and wrapped her lips tightly around the head of the cock. She moaned onto it and jerked the rest of its cum into her mouth. Ivy watched all this and suddenly became aware that she was breathing heavily. She turned her attention back to her cock, squaring up with it. Dipping her head slightly, Ivy delicately stuck out her tongue and flicked it at the cock. Her tongue slid quickly along the underside of the head, feeling its warmth along her tongue. The cock hopped in her hand in response. Ivy, encouraged, slowly opened her mouth and brought it around the cock, taking a few inches into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she closed her lips around the shaft. Ivy heard a bump against the wall and an almost whimper emanate from beyond. She pulled herself slowly back, her moist lips wrapped tight against the shaft. She felt the skin of the cock being pulled towards the head as her lips gently slid the cock out of her mouth. Her tongue slid along the bottom of the cock, and when Ivy had reached the underside of the head she quickly flicked the tip of her tongue from side to side. She heard a bump against the wall again and realized it was whoever was on the other side slapping a hand against the wall. She smiled. When Ivy had reached the very tip of the cock, she paused for a slight moment; then, just as slowly as she had pulled him out of her mouth, Ivy began to slowly run her lips along the cock as she took him back into her mouth. Ivy had to push her lips flat around the shaft to get her lips to move along it, depositing spit as she filled her mouth with more and more cock. Ivy went deeper and deeper, using her tongue to guide the cock into her mouth. She felt warm skin against her back teeth and stopped, holding the cock there just a little longer than it was anticipating. She felt it twitch in her mouth and then once again slowly pulled the cock out of her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around it the whole time. From behind Ivy, a rhythmic sucking sound told her that Harley had found another playmate. Now that the cock before her was properly lubricated, Ivy returned her hand to the shaft and began to jerk it towards her as her mouth lightly bobbed a few inches into her mouth. Her mouth and hand worked in concert, working up and down, up and down the aching dick. Ivy heard heavy breathing beyond the wall but it barely registered to her; as far as she was concerned, the pained groans and gasping breaths were coming from the cock itself. She was aware of every vein, every twitch, every pulse as precum was deposited onto her tongue. Her eyes still closed, Ivy made love to the cock with her mouth. Ivy quickly could feel the signs that the cock was going to cum. She began to work faster, mouth and hand, her hand beginning to bump against the wall as she quickly jerked. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Ivy heard a pained voice say and she moaned on the cock affirmatively, letting the cock know where she wanted his cum. The head of the cock had gotten incredibly large in Ivy's mouth as it filled with blood and Ivy could feel the long tube that ran for the head of the dick to the balls opening up. She perched the head along the tip of her tongue and jerked furiously with her hand, waiting for her reward. Hot spunk erupted inside Ivy's mouth, hitting the top of her mouth. It splashed downwards against the back of her tongue and Ivy rolled her tongue, keeping the cum there so that she could swallow it. She swallowed just as the next blast came, once again hitting the top of her mouth and filling her mouth. Ivy swallowed quickly as each wave came, hungrily swallowing the cock's seed into her belly. Her hand began to pull towards her, gripping tightly around the shaft as she did so, coaxing as much cum out of the cock's balls as she could muster. Between each wave she flicked her tongue against the cock's hole, taunting it to provide more spunk. Finally, Ivy drained the last bit of cum out of the cock. She could feel it deflating in her mouth and she held it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. Each revolution caused the cock to shudder and finally she felt it pull away, popping out of her mouth like a lollipop. Ivy held her fingers underneath the hole, her fingernails sliding along the shaft as it pulled away. The head fell through the hole, Ivy heard a "Jesus Christ," and then there was nothing. Ivy smacked her lips, savoring the taste of the spunk that had passed through her mouth. (The graffiti hadn't lied; she had indeed gotten a prize.) She noticed that her lips were dry from friction and, looking around, spotted Harley's tube of lipstick. Ivy reached for it and hastily applied it, running it quickly along her lips. She noted that there was no need to lubricate her other lips; they were soaking wet. As Ivy put the last touches of lipstick on her lips, she suddenly had an idea. She quickly scanned the wall for a bare space. She found a small opening and used the lipstick to quickly write. It was scrawled in her hurry to write but was still readable: "For a good time call Selina: 555-XXXX." Ivy smiled devilishly. As Ivy freshened herself (and the wall) up a bit, she heard a gagging sound behind her. She turned and was surprised to see that Harley had pressed her face directly up against the hole, her nose scrunched against the wall. She coughed and her eyes were shut tight, water seeping out of her closed lids. Harley, still on her knees, had her hands gripped tightly to the heels of her boots. A strange gurgle emanated from Harley, only ending once the cock mercifully pulled itself out of her throat. Harley pulled away as well, wiping her eyes. The cock pushed itself fully into the booth and a voice emanated from beyond the wall. "You like my dick in your throat, whore?" It said gruffly. Harley coughed and licked her lips. "You betcha," She said hoarsely, still trying to disguise her voice. "Now c'mon, gimme that puddin, Mistah...Mistah..." Harley let her voice trail off and her smile faded slightly. After a moment, she threw herself back on the cock, messily sucking on it. She used only her mouth, her hands now tugging on her pigtails in rhythm with her head bobs. "Hey, what the fuck?" Ivy heard, this time coming from her hole. She turned back and saw a cock angrily waving around through the hole. This one wasn't as long but thicker than the previous dick and was apparently much more impatient. Ivy situated herself in front of the hole and gently rubbed her fingernails along the cock. "'Bout fucking time a slut shows up," The voice said as it felt Ivy's touch. The cock shoved as far as it could go into the booth. "Now get to work." If someone had talked like that to Ivy in real life, the Gotham City PD would have never found the body. Now, though, it wasn't as if someone was talking to her; no, to Ivy, it was the cock that was talking to her. It bounced angrily against her nails, throwing a little tantrum. "I said blow me, bitch!" The cock said angrily. It's red head flared angrily. "Someone needs to learn some manners," Ivy cooed, taking the dick in her hand. She caressed it softly with her hand, tugging it towards her, before suddenly yanking it downwards. It slammed painfully against the bottom of the hole before flinging back up. "Ah, fuck!" The cock said, beginning to pull back out into the darkness. Ivy grabbed the head quickly, digging her nails in slightly to the shaft. The cock stopped moving immediately and muttered another curse. "Are you going to be rude and get punished?" Asked, her nails still embedded into the sides of the cock's shaft. "Or..." She slowly pulled her nails out and repeatedly licked the underside of the cock head. "Are you going to be a good boy and get (*lick) your (*lick) cock (*lick) sucked?" After she had finished speaking, Ivy gave one long lick along the entire length of the cock. There was silence for a moment. "I'll be good," The cock said softly. (Behind her, Ivy could hear Harley trying to coax cum out of her cock. "I'm your dirty little slut," Harley said, slipping in and out of her real voice. "Cum in my little whore mouth and I'll swallow all of it just like a good bitch should!" Ivy rolled her eyes.) Ivy gently placed the man's cock inside her mouth and effortlessly pushed forward, taking even this impressive girth without too much trouble. Ivy felt the sides of her mouth stretch tight but she dropped her jaw far enough that she was able to take the whole cock in her mouth. Her lips touched against the wall and Ivy made a point to kiss it, if only to show herself that she could. As she pulled away, Ivy could see that her fresh lipstick had left a red ring all around the wall. Ivy moaned lowly as she pulled the cock out of her mouth, the moan reverberating around the cock inside. As Ivy reached the tip of the cock she bared her upper teeth and lightly bit it; she heard a groan and felt the cock instinctively jerk away. Holding it tightly with her hand, Ivy stopped biting and instead began to lick. The cock ceased its pulling and pushed fully into the booth once more. "See what happens when you're a good boy?" Ivy said as she licked his cock like a mother cat cleaning her kitten. "Y-yeah," The cock replied. Ivy stopped licking. "I mean... yes, ma'am," The cock quickly added. Ivy resumed suckling on the cock, jerking with her hand while lightly sucking on the tip. The cock's girth was impressive and Ivy gradually began to corkscrew with her hand since she couldn't actually wrap her hand completely around it. Once again, she was completely in time with her mouth's movements. "Holy shit," The cock groaned, pushing forward to stick even more of itself through the hole. Ivy rewarded it by jerking it from head to shaft, carefully running her hand over every inch of the cock. She pushed down deep with her mouth once more, not quite taking all of it, and then pulled out and began to jerk the man with both hands. She heard a strained groan from the cock and smiled to herself. Ivy had heard a commotion behind her but hadn't paid it any attention. She noticed it now, though, as she felt the zipper on her suit being pulled down from behind and then suddenly a hand grabbed her hair. Ivy's head was pulled backwards and, as she looked up at Harley's smiling face "Harl, what...?" Ivy said when Harley suddenly opened her mouth and Ivy saw something dripping from her mouth. Ivy realized what it was; Harley had gotten her cum after all and was now dropping it down into Ivy's mouth. The first splashes landed on Ivy's forehead (Harley's aim wasn't the greatest). Ivy closed her eyes and opened her mouth, her long red tongue sticking out. She felt drop after drop work its way down her face until it finally reached her mouth. The drips turned into a stream and Ivy felt hit the back of her tongue. She didn't swallow, instead letting the cum pool inside her mouth. It wasn't until the stream had stopped that Ivy cautiously opened an eye, then looked up at Harley and dramatically gulped. Then she opened her mouth, proving she had swallowed. Harley smiled. "Good girl," She whispered. There was a noise and Harley looked towards her hole. Her eyes lit up and Ivy guessed that she had a new customer. The hand released Ivy's hair and Ivy once again returned to her cock. Ivy had never stopped jerking the cock with both hands through all this. As she continued stroking the meaty dick, she glanced down and saw that her sizable breasts were now exposed. Ivy kept one hand working the cock and used the other to pull her suit down a little more, freeing her dark green nipples. Ivy jacked off the cock with one hand while, with the other, she began to knead a breast. She moaned involuntarily, her eyes closed as she used both hands to her fullest. "That's right, get off on sucking my dick," She heard the cock say. Ivy responded by moaning louder and working her hand down her body. She began to jerk harder, yanking the cock towards her as if to drag it through the wall. She flicked her tongue out and licked the tip as her hand trailed down to her stomach. "Jerk that cock, baby," The cock said. Ivy's hand tailed further down her body, running in soft lines along her pelvis. Her mouth was now fully around the mouth of the cock now and she busily sucked on it. Her hand moved swiftly around the shaft, tightening as she jerked towards her to drain it of cum. She felt his head growing larger, could feel his cock beginning to twitch, and knew that soon her mouth would once again be full of cu- "I knew you were a fucking slut," The cock said triumphantly as it prepared to cum. And like that, Ivy pulled her hand and mouth off the cock. "No wait, please, I didn't... oh fuck..." The cock said. It hung free through the hole and twitched up into the air. Ivy smiled and brought herself closer underneath it, propping up her two large breasts with her hands. The cock spasmed and jerked into the air before it began to cum. It didn't shoot out; under its own power it drizzled out cum like a faucet that had been barely turned on. "Goddammit," The cock whined as it drained pitiably. It landed with a splash on Ivy's tits. Ivy moved them, making sure the cock drizzled on as much area as it could. It landed thick and heavy, the man's impressive load dribbling out slowly and with great effort. The cock began to pull back and Ivy grabbed it, holding it tightly. She had it tightly by the base and squeezed it. The head quickly swelled with blood, turning an almost purple. Beyond the wall, Ivy heard groans and taps against the wall. Ivy jerked the cock towards her one time and one time only, still squeezing it tightly. She drained the cock of its last little bit of cum and filled the head with even more blood until it looked as if it might explode. She then mercifully let it go and heard a heavy sigh from the cock. "Maybe next time you'll be a good boy," Ivy said simply. There was no backtalk from the other side. Ivy watched as the spent dick disappeared into the black of the next room and heard the sounds of someone getting dressed. As the door opened, Ivy could have sworn she heard, "Fuck that, best orgasm I've ever had..." Ivy glanced down at her cum-covered tits, admiring the impressive load the man had managed to eke out without any assistance. Ivy paused for a moment and then tentatively reached down and stuck her long tongue out. Lifting her breast towards her mouth, she licked a bit of cum off her right breast. She savored the taste for a moment and then dipped her head again, trying her best to reach as much cum as she could. Ivy then began to scoop up the rest of the cum with her hand, sucking her fingers to get as much of the load as she could into her mouth. As she did all of this, Ivy never once thought of swallowing. No, Ivy had vengeance on her mind. Once Ivy had accumulated a good-sized load into her mouth, she quickly turned around. She saw Harley's back, her two blonde pony tails sticking out to the side as her head bobbed back and forth. She was leaning forward, causing her shirt to lift up slightly and reveal her milky white lower back. Descending down, Ivy could just make out the beginning of Harley's ass crack before her heart-shaped ass was covered by Harley's tight red booty shorts. They strained against her ass. Ivy reached and grabbed Harley by each pony tail, pulling her head backwards suddenly. Harley gasped as her mouth came off a cock, this one a nice, veiny dick.She tried to say something but it was too late; Ivy yanked her back, stood over her, and opened her mouth. Ivy had much better aim than Harley and all of the cum in her mouth fell out in a steady stream directly into the back of Harley's mouth. Harley's eyes were wide and her tongue stuck out slightly as she took the load, coughing slightly as it hit her tonsils. Ivy let the last drip of cum fall from her mouth, letting it fall from her tongue onto Harley's. She smiled, satisfied that she had gotten revenge. Harley gulped and then once again tried to speak. "I was tryin-a say, he's about to-" She said when suddenly Ivy heard a groan and looked towards the cock just as a thick blast of cum shot forth, smacking her on the lips. Her head recoiled as load after load shot out, Harley coaxing it out with her hands. As Ivy leaned back a load landed on a breast but then the rest began to fall in long ropes on Harley's face. Her face was positively covered in the ejaculations of multiple cocks, this one covering any square inch not already covered. Harley giggled as she received her facial. "Thanks, bitch," The cock said as the last spurts of cum fell onto Harley's legs. "Aww, was I a good little whore for ya, Mistah?" Harley asked once the man's cum was spent, before briefly sticking his head into her mouth to suck the last little bit of cum out of his cock. "Jesus, yeah," The cock replied before it retreated back beyond the hole. Ivy & Harley heard the fumbled shuffling of someone getting dressed, then a door open and close. "I don't know why you let them talk to you like that," Ivy said when she thought they were alone. Harley shrugged. "It makes them cum faster," She said simply as she wiped cum from her eye. "Besides," She said with a mischievous look, "I like the idea that they'll never know that the dirty whore who let them use her mouth as a cum bucket was actually Harley Quinn." Ivy thought for a moment. "Huh," She said softly. "Help me get my shirt off," Harley asked. Ivy looked down and saw that the front of Harley's shirt was drenched in spit and cum. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin, wet material. "Oh, dear," Ivy said. She grabbed Ivy's shirt from the bottom and lifted it up, Harley sticking her hands up into the air. The shirt clung to Harley's wet tits, bringing them up before bouncing back down. She had nice, perky tits, smaller than Ivy's but still sizable. Ivy yanked the shirt up over Harley's head and tossed it into the corner. Ivy & Harley's Fun Night Out "And look at your face," Ivy said. She ran a finger along Harley's cheek, scooping up some of the cum that adorned Harley's entire face. She held it on her finger, thought for a moment, and then quickly slipped the finger into her own mouth. "Hey, that's mine!" Harley said with mock outrage. Ivy smiled, swallowed, and then ran her finger along Harley's other cheek. She held her cum-covered finger out and Harley leaned forward to take it into her mouth. She took far more than was necessary, down to Ivy's second knuckle, and then slowly sucked as she pulled it out of her mouth. Ivy and Harley looked at each other, both of them breathing a little heavily, and then Ivy grabbed Harley's head with both hands to hold her still. She leaned forward and gave her face a long lick, running her long tongue delicately across the side of her head. Ivy felt cum quickly accumulate on her tongue and held it in her mouth. Once she had a good amount, Ivy moved towards Harley's mouth. Their lips touched and Harley's mouth opened, a slight moan escaping her lips. The two kissed, long and deep. Cum rushed from one mouth to another, then back again, then back again as their tongue took turns probing the other's mouth. Some spilled out the side, running down their chins and onto their breasts. Harley wrapped an arm around Ivy, bringing her closer and pressing their cum-covered breasts tightly together. The two both had their eyes closed, nothing in the world mattering but each other. Finally, after all the cum had either been swallowed or distributed onto their bodies, the two pulled away. Ivy smiled serenely while Harley giggled and ran her tongue along her lips. She began to speak when, suddenly, she noticed something behind Ivy. "Oh yeah," She said softly, pointing towards Ivy's gloryhole. Ivy turned and saw a fresh cock, rock hard, poking through. The two looked at Harley's hole and saw the same. They had almost forgotten where they were, so caught up in their kiss, but now both remembered with a stirring feeling in their loins. There was silence for a moment. "Bet I can make mine cum first," Ivy said with a smile. "You're on!" Harley replied a little too loudly and with no effort to disguise her voice. The two quickly turned and began to messily suck their respective cocks, eager to win. By the sounds from behind her, Ivy knew that Harley had deepthroated the cock immediately. Ivy abandoned her demureness and did the same. Ivy throated the cock furiously a few times, ramming it hard against the back of her throat. She felt a tear forming against the corner of her eye but kept going, running her tongue along the duct tape surrounding the hole as she forced as much cock as she could into her mouth. She finally pulled out, leaving the dick sticky with her spit, and began to jerk it quickly. "You like my throat, baby?" Ivy said, her mouth close to the tip of the cock. "You like the way you feel in my hot- HEY!" Without warning, the cock began to violently thrust and then suddenly exploded a torrent of cum onto Ivy. The first spurt hit her lips; Ivy smacked them together with a certain amount of annoyance. She directed the rest towards her tits, once again painting her breasts with spunk. "Aww, c'mon!" Harley yelled from behind Ivy. "That one doesn't count!" Her pouty words were soon replaced by the sounds of cock hitting Harley's throat, now going double-time in an attempt to catch up. But Ivy was insatiable. A fumbling, "Sorry," was muttered by the prematurely ejaculating cock and then it was gone. Within seconds, Ivy had another cock in her mouth and was busily jerking it while she ran her tongue around its head. She moaned softly onto it as her other hand trailed down her stomach before slipping inside her tight green suit. She dropped her hand lower and lower before finally finding her shockingly wet pussy. "Mmmmm," Ivy moaned raggedly as she finally gave herself a bit of pleasure. The cock twitched in her mouth in response, yearning against her vocal chords. Ivy began blowing him faster, matching the furious flicking of her clit. Ivy's hands and mouth were all one, simultaneously giving the cock and her pussy please at the same time. Ivy's eyes were closed, lost in the feeling in her mouth and groin. She was moaning openly, her mouth half-open around the cock in her mouth. She was losing time, forgetting the dirty booth she was in, forgetting the gluck gluck gluck noises that repeated behind her (although she felt shifting and could no longer hear Harley behind her), forgetting everything but the welling orgasm building inside her. As she felt herself getting closer and closer to her orgasm, one thought ran through her mind: 'None of them will ever know it's me' As Ivy felt her body nearing her release, she suddenly felt something very different: splatters against the back of her head. Ivy pulled the cock out of her mouth and looked behind her. "What the..." Ivy muttered as she turned, before she was greeted with a splash of cum directly in the face. Harley was sitting underneath the cock, both hands jerking it above her, a gleeful smile on her face. She had the cock tilted upwards, arcing its cum so that it could reach Ivy. "Pfft!" Ivy said, pushing cum off her lips. The spurts of cum quickly became shorter, falling on Harley's red shorts, then her stomach, and finally dripping onto her bright blonde hair. Harley felt cum dribbling down her cheek and stuck out her tongue to snag it. "You bitch," Ivy muttered, her orgasm now ruined. She contemplated how she could get it back. Suddenly, an idea came to her. Ivy turned and brought her mouth close to the cock in front of her. She leaned past it, bringing her lips close to the glory hole. Ivy flicked the base of the cock with her tongue and then, breathlessly, she began to speak. "Hey big boy," She said, her lips brushing the cock, "How would you like to stick your big cock inside me?" The cock twitched upwards, tapping Ivy's lips. "Fuck yeah," It said excitedly. Ivy stood and turned, smiling at the now jealous Harley Quinn below her. Her back to the hole, Ivy shimmied her suit off and then stood on her tiptoes in order to press her pussy up against the hole. She leaned her upper body forwards and placed her hands up against the opposite wall. Ivy's eyes squinted slightly as she felt something big push against the walls of her wet pussy. "Oh God," Ivy moaned as she felt the cock penetrate inside her. The cock was rough, excited, not trying at all to give Ivy a chance to adjust to it. She loved it. Ivy held herself tight against the glory hole as the cock slammed itself inside her, getting farther with every shove. One mighty push and the cock was completely inside her. Ivy's eyes rolled into the back of her head and her knees buckled slightly. "Feels good, Red?" Harley asked. Ivy struggled to look down at her friend and saw that she had her own hand in her shorts. It moved furiously underneath as Ivy rubbed her clit with abandon. "Uh-huh," Was all Ivy could respond. She straightened her arms, pushing herself harder against the wall. Ivy's pussy raged as it was fucked with abandon. She had almost forgotten how much she loved getting fucked from behind, having refused to let a man have his way with her like this in quite some time. Now, she could barely contain herself as she felt the cock hit the side of her pussy and then slide deep inside her, hitting every nerve on its way in. Ivy was getting fucked relentlessly. She bent her body lower, giving the cock full access to her pussy. As she did so, she suddenly became aware of the cock dangerously close to her face. Yet another cock had appeared through Harley's hole. "All yours, Red," Harley said from below. Ivy paused. She had never been with two men at once; the idea of being manhandled by men (much like they manhandled the Earth) revolted her. But now... she thought about getting fucked in two holes at the same time and felt a surge course through her pussy. And, of course: 'None of them will ever know it was me.' Ivy leaned forward and put her mouth near the cock. She whispered, "Fuck my mouth," and the cock pulled out of the hole in response. Ivy's torso was just long enough to fit between the two walls of the booth and she now leaned forward so that she was completely sideways. She placed her mouth against the glory hole in front of her and opened her mouth. The cock pushed itself forwards and began to pump in Ivy's mouth. (As Ivy had leaned forward she had been acutely aware that the "Crazy Bitch" graffiti was now above her head. At this point, Ivy couldn't disagree.) Ivy moaned around the cock in her mouth as the cock behind her continued to thrust relentlessly inside her pussy. She was being spitroasted, her mouth and pussy fucked simultaneously, and it was everything Ivy could do not to cum instantly. She struggled to swallow her spit and it began to flow out the sides of her mouth as the cock pulled out. A few drops landed on Harley, still masturbating below. This seemed to stir something in Harley and Ivy faintly heard her shifting below her. Ivy wondered what it could be until she suddenly felt a hand against her clit. Ivy's eyes shot open wide and she practically screamed around the cock in her mouth as Harley began to rub Ivy's pussy. Poison Ivy was almost delirious with pleasure. The idea of being fucked like this, pleasuring and being pleasured at the same time, was almost more than she could handle. The feeling only intensified when she felt a breast pop inside Harley Quinn's mouth. The jester began to swirl a nipple with her tongue, pausing occasionally to nibble on it softly. Ivy heard a giggle as she shivered uncontrollably A familiar feeling ran through Ivy's body as her orgasm began to return. Ivy shuddered again and again she heard a giggle. She also heard the slapping against the wall behind her as her pussy was fucked, and the gurgling in her throat as her mouth was fucked. There was a slicking sound as Harley rubbed her pussy and an occasional pop as Harley sucked and then released Ivy's tit from her mouth. All these sounds reverberated in the tiny booth, with Poison Ivy at the center. Ivy was so concerned with her own orgasm that she scarcely noticed the twitching of the cock in her pussy. Ivy became aware that the man was going to cum in her pussy. He was going to cum in Poison Ivy's pussy. And he was never going to know. Ivy thought about what he'd think if he knew that just beyond this thin wall was Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, both of them covered in the cum of multiple men, begging for his cum, begging to be fucked and throated and treated like whores. But he would never know this, could never know this, and he'd live out his days blissfully unaware that he had made the most fearsome villainess in Gotham City cum on his cock. And that, ultimately, was what made Poison Ivy cum. Ivy's orgasm shattered her, her hips pumping so furiously in pleasure that she could feel her spine ache. Ivy screamed, the cock in her mouth never ceasing its pounding of her wide open mouth. Harley's hand had somehow managed to move even faster on her pussy and Ivy felt her bite hard on her nipple. This made her cum even harder. "Oh shit," The cock in her pussy shouted and suddenly Ivy felt an unbelievable tightness in her pussy as her walls were painted with cum. The cock shoved deeply one final time and held itself there, shooting load after load in Ivy's shivering pussy. It was all Ivy could do not to collapse and she felt Harley's hand stiffen against her pussy to hold her up. After Ivy's pussy had been filled completely with the cock's cum, Ivy felt it gently pull out of her. Ivy shuddered as inch after inch slid along her sensitive walls. The cock sputtered one last gasp of cum inside Ivy and then pulled itself all the way out of her. A trail of of cum dribbled down Ivy's leg as the cock disappeared and Ivy felt a finger slide upwards, scooping it up. "Yummy," Ivy heard below her as Harley scooped the cum into her mouth. Ivy's legs finally buckled with no cock to hold her up and she fell onto Harley. She was straddling Harley now, their breasts smushed up against each other. Ivy never once took her mouth away from the glory hole, however, and the cock continued to punish her mouth with thrust after thrust. Harley's hand continued to move busily beneath Ivy as she furiously rubbed her clit. The back of it rubbed occasionally against Ivy's own overworked vagina, making Ivy moan spontaneously. Harley began bucking her hips up into Ivy, her moans getting more and more overdone. Ivy had just gone through the same routine and knew what it meant: Harley was going to cum. Not just Harley; Ivy felt the cock in her mouth begin to twitch, its thrusts becoming more fevered and shallow. The seasoned fellatrix knew that she'd be soon be the recipient of yet another shot of cum. Ivy tightened her lips around the cock, giving it as much friction as she could provide. A grunt was heard and Ivy could sense the impending orgasm. Right as the cock was about to cum, Ivy suddenly pulled backwards and began jerking the cock with her hand. She kept her mouth close, though, about an inch from the cock, and she stuck her long tongue out. She flicked it once towards the tip of the cock, inviting it to cum, but it needed no invitation; a great torrent of cum shot forth right as Ivy's tongue had flitted the tip. Ivy jerked her head back for a moment, surprised by the sizable amount of cum that ejaculated forth. It hit her the top of her lip and traveled upwards, some of it splashing into a nostril. She quickly recovered, however, and directed the cum down towards her tongue. She made no effort to swallow it; no, Ivy let it hit her tongue and then drip downwards directly onto Harley's face. The jester had been so close to cumming that she hadn't paid any attention to the activity going on above her. Her eyes closed, her mouth twisted in passion, Harley had been completely unaware until the first drops of cum splashed of Ivy's tongue and fell onto her face. Harley didn't have time to be surprised; her own orgasm had triggered at just that moment and she was helpless, trapped underneath Ivy, as she began to thrash wildly while she her face was littered with cum. None of this bothered Harley Quinn. On the contrary, she began to laugh. Waves of giggles flowed out of Harley, punctuated with waves of pleasure that made her entire body go tense. Her mouth was open wide as she laughed, allowing cum to fall freely into her mouth. Ivy's laugh became garbled but she continued to laugh, her pitch getting higher and higher as her orgasm raged through her. Ivy felt the splashes of cum becoming lighter and less voluminous and she squeezed the cock hard as she jerked towards her, trying to get every last drop of cum out of the cock and onto Harley's face. The last little drops didn't quite make it to Harley's tongue, instead dropping directly onto Harley's forehead. Each drip was punctuated with a fresh giggle from the cum-covered villainess. Ivy released the spent cock and it quickly vanished into the darkness beyond the hole. Ivy leaned back, resting on her haunches, rubbing her now sore jaw absent-mindedly. She looked down at Harley, who was busy licking the side of her mouth to reach a drop of cum. Harley's shorts were open and yanked down to her thighs. Her bright blonde bush peeked out, just barely hiding her flared vulva. The two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile. A loud bang came on the door to the booth. "Last one!" A male voice yelled out. Harley immediately pouted, seemingly disappointed that their night would soon be at an end. Ivy, on the other hand, could feel her body failing her and braced herself for one last cock. She had been through so many already that one more couldn't possibly be too big of an obsta... "Jeezo!" Harley suddenly said with shock, her smile vanishing. Ivy had seen it too; right above Harley's head, through the hole, had appeared the biggest cock Ivy had ever seen. It was limp and it still startled the both of them. It hung heavy, its tip lingering just above Harley's head. Harley stared up at it with wonder, her eyes half-crossed as she marveled at it. Ivy felt her breath get heavier as she wondered just how big the thing could really get. "Someone there to suck my dick?" The cock said with a deep, almost angry voice. Ivy & Harley looked at each other, wondering who should respond. It was Ivy who responded. "Yeah, big boy," She said, trying to mask her wonder with seduction. "Two of us, actually, ready to milk your cock of all its cum." Harley scrambled from underneath Ivy, bumping the thick cock with her head as she moved from underneath Ivy and got to her knees. "Yeah, we're going to give you an orgasm you ain't ever had before!" She said enthusiastically. She had long since stopped trying to disguise her voice and her distinctive sound rang in the booth. If the cock recognized her voice it gave no sign of showing it. Ivy and Harley moved closer to the cock, sitting side-by-side. They were both as if in a trance; they marveled at it, craning their heads around it to inspect it from every angle. Harley reached out for it, touching it gently with her hand. She tried to grip it but the cock pulled back, away from her. "Hey..." Harley said, disappointed. "Beg for it, bitch," The cock demanded. Ivy was taken aback by this rough language but Harley immediately acquiesced. "Please, Mistah," Harley said, somehow sounding even more childlike than she normally did. "Please throat me with your big, big cock. I've been a dirty little slut and I need to be punished by your fat dick." Harley's hand slipped between her thighs as she spoke. Ivy wasn't sure if she knew she was doing it or not. "And you?" The cock said, indicating Ivy. Ivy opened her mouth and then paused. She looked at Harley, who nodded encouragingly. Ivy thought about what Harley had said earlier, and what had made her cum: this cock would never know that the girl begging for his cum was Poison Ivy. Slowly, trying to find the right words, Ivy began to speak. "I need your cock," Ivy began. "I'm normally such a reserved girl but now, sitting in this dirty booth with your cock just inches from my lips, all I can think about is how badly I want you to fuck my mouth. Please, use me however you want. Please, spray your cum all over my perfect face. Please, show me what a filthy fucking whore I really am. Please." There was silence for a moment. Ivy looked over at Harley, who was nodding approvingly. The cock twitched, growing larger. The sides of it were almost touching the sides of the hole now. The cock was pushed forward harder against the hole, now fully inside the booth. Ivy & Harley couldn't help but gasp as it began to reach full length. "Suck my cock," It said simply. Harley, quicker on the draw, immediately placed leaned forward and directed the head of the cock into her mouth. ...Well, tried to, anyway. The cock was so massive that Harley's strained her jaw simply to fit the cock's head in her mouth. Her eyes went wide as she forced the head in her mouth. Both hands gripped her pigtails and pulled them downwards, as if pulling them would work the hinge of her jaw. While Harley tried her best to suck the cock, Ivy went to work on the shaft with her hands. She straightened herself up above it, looking down on the cock. She spit, lubing it until it shined in the dingy light of the booth. Then she began to jerk it, running in long, smooth strokes all the way from the wall to Harley's struggling lips. Harley had managed to fit the cock's head into her mouth and was working to fit more of him inside her. She pushed her head forward, working more and more into her mouth with every bob. Ivy could see tears quickly forming in the sides of Harley's eyes and her mouth. Her lips began to recede as she opened her mouth as wide as possible. Ivy & Harley's Fun Night Out Finally, Harley reached as far as she could go and began to pull herself backwards. She pulled the cock out of her mouth with a deep breath. Long lines of spit connected Harley's mouth and the cock and tears flowed freely down her face. She coughed and wiped her mouth. "That's a pretty big cock, Red!" Harley said, smiling with red eyes. "I don't think ya can take it all." Ivy was not one to back down to a challenge. "Step aside, Harl," She said as she moved herself down in front of the now fully-erect cock. It seemed larger from this angle and Ivy was unsure that she could actually take the whole thing. Still, she'd have to try. Ivy tentatively opened her mouth and leaned forward to accept the cock in her mouth. Quickly, Ivy realized just how large this cock was. It was even thicker around then the fat cock she had taken earlier and much, much longer. Even as she wrapped her lips around the head of the cock Ivy looked forward and realized just how much longer she had to go until she reached the wall. Ivy's hands were on her knees as she strained her jaw to fit the cock in her mouth and began to push forward. She didn't throw herself on it like Harley did; instead, Ivy moved forward slowly but continuously, stopping only to flatten her tongue along the bottom of her mouth to create more space. Ivy's eyes were closed as she too began to feel water forming along the sides of her eyes. The cock touched her tonsils and Ivy shifted her position, leaning forward and angling the cock downwards so it could slide into her throat. Ivy pushed forward and up simultaneously and felt the cock sliding deeper and deeper inside her. Her throat was on fire and she could scarcely breathe but still she pushed. She was close enough to the end that if she could stick her tongue out she could have touched the wall but Ivy suddenly ran out of room. She held herself there, trying to will herself to take the entire cock in her mouth, but she couldn't do it. Luckily, though, Harley was there to help. "Let me give you a hand, Red!" Harley said happily and then Ivy felt a hand shove against the back of her head, forcing her the rest of the way up and sending the cock completely in her throat. Ivy's eyes shot open wide and she tried to scream but no sound came out. Harley's hand left and Ivy pushed off the wall, sending herself flying backwards onto her ass. Spit fell onto her chin and she saw the cock bob up and down in the air as it was released from her mouth. "Jesus Christ, no one's ever taken all of me in their mouth before," The cock said. Even as she coughed, Ivy couldn't help but smile. Harley quickly began to suck cock once more, taking Ivy's place. What Harley lacked in throat space she made up for in enthusiasm as she quickly began bobbing on the head while she jerked the shaft with both hands. It was messy and loud as Harley moaned openly on the cock. Her red shorts still hung around her knees and spit fell into them as Harley still struggled to take such a big cock. Ivy rebounded, popping herself back up to her knees. She positioned herself behind Harley, grabbing the jester by her ponytails. Harley barely had time to register this before Ivy began to bob Harley's head on the cock. She used the ponytails as steering mechanisms, pushing Harley back and forth. Ivy gave no effort to spare Harley's throat and the villainess soon began to gasp for air. Ivy was merciless, though, and gave Harley no quarter. "She's a good little cocksucker, isn't she?" Ivy asked the cock as she throated Harley again and again on the massive prick. No one responded. Ivy finally gave Harley some relief, releasing her pigtails and pulling the cock from deep in her mouth. Harley coughed. "Open your mouth," Ivy demanded and Harley complied, opening her abused mouth and sticking her tongue out. Ivy released one pigtail and grabbed the cock with her hand, sending it slapping down repeatedly on Harley's tongue. Ivy then shoved the cock back in Harley's mouth, pushing it against Harley's cheek. It bulged out the side, much like Harley's lollipop had earlier. Ivy used her other hand to slap the head of the cock through Harley's cheek. Harley moaned involuntarily. Ivy had enough fun abusing Harley and set back to work abusing herself. She pushed Harley to the side and shuffled towards the hole. As she reached the cock, she quickly stuck it in her mouth and began to suck on it. She used only her mouth, her two hands grabbing each breast. Ivy began to make love to the cock with her mouth. Harley quickly reappeared to Ivy's left, apparently undaunted by the rough treatment Ivy had given her. While Ivy sucked the tip of the cock Harley moved along the side and began to run her tongue along the shaft. She suckled on the shaft, her lips wrapping around the side while her tongue moved side-to-side in her mouth. The two villains busily worked their tongues on the massive cock. Ivy swirled her tongue in her mouth, running it all along the bulging tip. Harley began to work her tongue along the shaft like a typewriter, running it slowly down the shaft and then quickly running it back towards the tip. She refrained from making the "Ding!" noise after Ivy shot her an annoyed look. Harley had annoyed Ivy but she had also given the green goddess an idea. Ivy popped the cock's head out of her mouth and re-positioned herself so that she was facing directly opposite Harley. She began to mimic Harley's movements, running her tongue in long strokes up and down the shaft of the cock. Harley smiled and stuck her tongue out farther as she licked dick; Ivy felt Harley's tongue run along the tip of her own. The two moved closer to the tip of the cock and felt each other's lips brush against each other's around the head of the cock. They began to kiss each other and the cock at the same time, their tongues moving slowly and deliberately all around the cock's tip. They both felt a shudder run through the cock as they tickled it with their tongues. "Goddamn," The cock muttered. Ivy and Harley looked at each other, both knowing what that meant. "Are you going to feed us your cum, Mistah?" Harley asked, her hand lifting up and beginning to slowly jerk the shaft of the cock. "Please give it to us," Ivy asked, sounding almost pleading. "We've been such good little whores." "Do you want his cum all over your face, Ivy?" Harley asked Ivy. "More than anything, Harley," Ivy responded. Ivy began to jerk the cock as well, each with one hand on the shaft. They subtly shifted positions so that they were once again facing the big cock. Their faces were pulled away and they both lifted the cock upwards. They wanted the cum to spray over them. They jerked in unison, slowly quickening their pace until they were furiously running their hands up and down the cock. "Wait..." The cock said haltingly, as if fighting its orgasm. "Ivy... Harley... what the... oh, fuck..." The cock suddenly unloaded. Ivy and Harley pushed their faces together, their mouths open, their eyes closed. They both laughed as cum began to rain down on them. Ivy was hit first with a thick rope of cum that landed in her red hair and then fell to her right eye. She shut her eye tightly but could already feel a slight burning sensation as the cum stung her retina. With her good eye she could see the next wave of cum shooting at Harley, hitting her directly in her button nose. It splashed wildly, soaking her cheeks and mouth. The two alternated cum shots, jerking the cock back and forth between them after each spurt. The load was massive, the man's large balls completely emptying over the two of them. They were covered with cum, this last load only adding to the massive amounts of cum they already had on their bodies. Harley's face was almost completely covered, her face now closely resembling the white make-up she wore as a disguise. And Ivy could feel the cum weighing down her face and tits as it landed thickly on her. More and more cum spurt forth from the cock, drenching the two women. As it finally began to subside, Harley wrapped her mouth quickly around the head and let a load shoot into her mouth. She offered it to Ivy and she too sucked a last bit of cum into her mouth. It shot shallowly, landing on her tongue. Ivy swallowed it with the cock still in her mouth. Once Ivy knew no more cum would be coming, she let the cock drop out of her mouth. It fell limply, its massive length now dripping down towards the ground. The head of the cock was still engorged, however, and it hung there before the two. Ivy was suddenly consumed with an idea. Quickly, she began to search for something and found it underneath Harley's discarded shirt. Ivy held it up triumphantly; it was the tube of lipstick. Hurriedly, she applied it to her now chapped lips. "Just a little something to remember us by," Ivy said towards the cock, and then she leaned forward and gave a long, wet kiss to the top of the cock's head. She rolled her lips, making sure every part of it touched skin. With a smack, she pulled away and admired her work: a kiss, made in red lipstick. The cock pulled away and the two heard shuffling from beyond the wall. A door opened but then there was a pause. Finally, the two heard a voice call through the wall. "...You're not really Harley & Ivy, are you? Like, THE Harley & Ivy?" The voice asked. Ivy leaned towards the hole, pressing against it with her lips. "I guess you'll never know, now will you?" She said sultrily. The door beyond the wall clicked shut in response. Harley laughed uproariously at all this as soon as the door shut, thinking it was all very funny. Ivy couldn't help but smile herself, pleased with the knowledge that the cock would always wonder and never know the truth. Ivy now held up the lipstick to Harley. "Make sure you leave your mark," Ivy said. Harley smiled with her tongue sticking through her teeth and then hurriedly began to search for bare space. She found it and began to write: "I & H (A heart shape) Cock" Harley then drew a helpful stick figure drawing of two women (Ivy frowned when she saw that one of them had comically large breasts) getting showered by a massive cock. "Very nice, Harley," Ivy said. "Now let's... hey, what's that...?" Ivy pointed towards the graffiti above where Harley had drawn. There, it read, "Bruce Wayne is Batman." Harley & Ivy looked at it, then at each other. Then they both laughed. People wrote the strangest things on these walls. A knock came at the door once again. "You got 5 minutes to clean yourself up! And here's your cut." A number of bills were shoved underneath the door to the booth. "Congratulations, I think that's a new record." Footsteps were heard walking down the hall. Harley quickly grabbed the money, counting it in her hands. She was bent over and Ivy could see her ass and pussy. "C'mon, get dressed," Ivy said. Ivy's eye was still doused in cum and she struggled to look for something to wipe it with. She found Harley's shirt and quickly wiped her eye before tossing it over to Harley. Ivy worried that Harley would notice the cum but quickly realized it wasn't going to be a problem; as Harley put on the shirt Ivy was reminded that it was positively drenched in semen and spit. The two quickly dressed. Ivy zipped up her suit and then regrettably put the trench coat and floppy hat back on. The two stood and looked at each other, both of them smiling. Harley's face was wet with cum and more fell on her shirt and shorts. Her two ponytails were wild and any make-up she had on had long since run off. Ivy couldn't see herself but she knew she didn't look much better; even now she felt cum seeping into her suit at her tits and pussy. "Feel better?" Ivy asked. "Oh yeah!" Harley said excitedly. "This was amazin'! How do you feel?" Ivy thought for a moment. "Full," She said, patting her stomach. Harley laughed. Ivy smiled. Harley seemed genuinely happy now. Maybe this time Harley would- "I love this place," Harley said. There was a pause. "I betcha Mistah J would love a place like this too," Harley added. "Maybe I should call him and tell him about it." Ivy groaned as they exited the booth. 'Every time,' Ivy thought.