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Poison Ivy on My Private Parts...the Conclusion
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Poison Ivy on My Private Parts...the Conclusion In our previous episodes, Bruce Wayne was attending a acquisition meeting when he met Pamela Isley, an attorney for the opposing team. To celebrate his new acquisition, Mr. Wayne asked Pamela to join him for dinner. In Bruce's private elevator the vivacious Ms. Isley began to demonstrate her legal skills in an oral manner. While Mr. Wayne was lost in her considerable talents, Pamela Isley revealed herself to actually be the eco-terrorist Poison Ivy by using her powers of plant manipulation to grow and ensnare Bruce in a vine she carried in her purse. She informed Wayne that she was ransoming him to obtain money to save the rainforest. Bruce was able to touch a button on his watch alerting his faithful man-servant Alfred to his predicament. Alfred was able to remotely pilot the Batmobile to Bruce's location. Alfred was able to convince Poison Ivy that Batman was on to her and enabling Bruce to escape. Using the gadgets on the Batmobile, Alfred quickly stunned and netted Poison Ivy. Bruce quickly used the distraction to change into the Caped Crusader and return to apprehend Poison Ivy. Ivy was sprawled under the net on the pavement of the parking garage. The smoke from the Batsmoke-screen generator and her unconsciousness kept her from seeing Batman exit the elevator where Bruce Wayne had been the sole occupant. The Batstunner from the Batmobile was capable of bringing down a charging rhino. It was meant for such villains as Killer Croc and Solomon Grundy. It was overkill on Poison Ivy. I knelt by her side to check her carotid pulse in her neck. Her pulse was strong. She would be alright. Except for an unusual green pallor on her skin and the flowers and ivy growing from her hair, she was the same beautiful auburn haired woman I met two hours ago. I raised her up and put some Batcuffs on her. I leaned her against the hood of the Batmobile as I frisked her. She seemed somewhat wobbly, which was to be expected. As I spun her around to face me so I could frisk the front of her she suddenly moved like a cat. Before I could react, she kissed me hard on the lips. I shoved her back against the Batmobile. "What are you trying to pull, Iv....?" My voice trailed off as my head began to spin. My blood began to feel like liquid fire running through my body. It was hard to stay on my feet. "What...did...?" "What? That little feeling you are experiencing?" she asked. "That's why they call me Poison Ivy, Batman. It's a neuro-toxin that I can produce in my lips. It has some amazing effects. First, you'll be totally under my control. You'll do anything I say. Second...it's going to kill you slowly over the next few hours. But until then, you are mine to toy with. So what say we have some fun in your last remaining moments and you come over here, uncuff me, and eat my berry patch." It was more of an order than a request. I tried to resist her but I wasn't in my right mind. I could feel her inside my head making me do things I didn't want to do. I was powerless as I used the key to release her from the Batcuffs. She raised herself up on the hood of the Batmobile and lifted up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear. I knew I didn't want to but I knelt between her spread legs. The color of her well manicured lawn matched the hair on her head. It did smell of berries amazingly enough. I leaned in to her, kissing the inside of her left thigh before slowly moving my tongue over and across to her right. I kissed all around her bush before settling my tongue over her clit. She had reached down to spread her lips apart and allow me easy access. She was getting very wet. Her clit was swollen and hard under my tongue as I swirled and licked it. I slid a finger into her<b> pussy </font></b>and lightly pumped it. It was hot, tight, and so very wet. I softly sucked on her clit making her curl her legs up and over my arms. I reached up her body and played with her breasts. She put her hands on mine and squeezed her breasts with my hands before reaching for her top and ripping it open and exposing her firm, creamy green-white breasts. My fingers pinched and fondled her nipples. She was moaning in ecstasy. Her<b> pussy </font></b>was so wet and slippery. It was coating my chin and lips as I continued to tongue her clit. I swirled my tongue around her<b> pussy </font></b>before seeing how deep inside her I could get it. Her ass was lifting up off the hood of the Batmobile to grind her<b> pussy </font></b>into my face. I teased her hot, wet<b> pussy </font></b>without mercy. If I was being forced to be her toy, she was going to be mine. I left her<b> pussy </font></b>momentarily, pushing her legs up and allowing me access to her ass. I rimmed her ass with my tongue and she almost screamed. She reached down to grab the back of my cowl and push my head into her snatch. I began tonguing her clit again feverishly as she began squealing in glee of her approaching orgasm. She came and her legs squeezed around my head to make me stop. "Oh My GAAWWD! Now I know what Catwoman sees in you. Too bad you'll die in a couple hours or we could do this all night." My mind was still a cloud. It was almost like an out of body experience. I could see what I was doing but it didn't feel like it was me doing it. "Get up here and fuck me Batman." she commanded. What choice did I have. I was going to die but I was going to at least cum before I go. I stood up and unstrapped my utility belt and lowered my Battights. My cock was already hard from licking her wet<b> pussy. </font></b>I had no problem working it into her. She sat on the edge of the hood on the Batmobile, her legs raised to allow me easy access. I placed my hands on the hood and slowly worked it into her. It was wet and tight and squeezed me as I slowly slid into her. I slowly pumped my cock into her, grinding my hips against her pelvis. Her moans were filling the garage as I fucked her. "Fuck me harder, Batman!" she growled. I did as I was told and pumped harder into her. I could feel my own explosion building in intensity as my hips slapped the inside of hers. "Oh yeah, give it to me! Fuck me Batboy!" I couldn't take any more. I felt the tingle in my spine working down to my loins. One more thrust and I came deep inside her. I felt the walls of her<b> pussy </font></b>milking my cock as I savored what would be my last orgasm. "Thanks, Batman. Hope you enjoyed your last time." She pushed me away from her. The second she pushed me away I heard the capacitor in the Batmobile fire and she immediately received another jolt from the Batstunner. She screamed and flopped around like a fish out of water for a second on the hood before coming to a rest. I tapped the communicator and spoke to Alfred, "Why didn't you do that sooner?" "Well sir," he said, "it would have incapacitated you as well. Besides, you looked like you were having so much fun I didn't feel I should ruin it for you. I already have the Batcomputer working on an antivenin to counteract her neurotoxin sir. I suggest you finish your...ahem....apprehension of Poison Ivy, and hurry yourself home." Everyone needs an Alfred to watch their backside. See ya next time. Same Batchannel. Pax!  Just Another Geek on FriendFinder-x |
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8/13/2007 1:58 pm |
Wow, Batman's super power capability just never ends. But now I know to stay off the hood of the Bat-mobile.
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8/7/2007 7:52 pm |
That is some good pussy eatin!!
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