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Robin on Spring Break	By : AdultBat Category: DC Verse Television > Batman Views: 4592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bruce realized he was not being fair about changing his plans at the last minute and leaving Dick stranded. The reality was a dual identity did not give him a capability to be two places at once. He told his ward business called but in truth the call was from a scorchingly hot young actress who was as famous for her exploits being captured on the internet as for her work in film or modeling. Her celebrity was so well established that the media referred to her by a combined abbreviation of her first and last names. He thought he was past trysts like these – she hardly could be very serious and she was younger than Dick – but once he saw her in person at a fundraiser one night he knew he had to have her. Her people had initiated the contact and he was told all he had to do was show up. He hoped Dick would not really be bothered by their time apart and that the young man would find some other way to occupy his horny teenage years. Too bad he was so straight laced.
Anticipating the media frenzy when they met, Bruce had devised a series of options to greet each other more clandescently. He passed them on to her manager. Unbeknownst to her team he had another option that he didn’t share but did deploy. It allowed them to have a proper introduction of just the two of them. He sensed correctly that leakages of their weekend together were not going to come from expert photojournalism but by leaks to the press from her staff to keep her in the news.
They enjoyed a nice, quietly romantic dinner before rushing off to apartment he rented for the weekend. They were naked in record time. Without clothes, he found her body oddly proportioned with sizable mammaries but a waif-like bone structure. She was either anorexic or surgically constructed. After a moment’s consideration, he did not care.
She had clearly never stumbled upon a cock as large as his in her romantic life. She was timid at first but, with a narcotically induced courage, she was ready to take him in her. He should have known something was wrong when he entered her. He slipped his drill in her but felt a locking as a fastener secures itself in drywall. She screamed in pain. He was anatomically too big for her. Her screaming continued but he could not pull out without the fear of taking her uterus with it. As long as he remained hard they remained fused together. The easiest remedy was to come but he could not. There was no pleasure on his part and her increasing hysteria was not driving sensual thoughts. Her tight womb though was sufficient to keep his boner secure.
Bruce was thinking of their options when he noticed that she was on her phone and talking to her manager about their problem. The creep suggested they go to a hospital but when he told them which one to go to; Bruce knew it would be another set up. Hollywood had no shame. He hung up her phone and picked her up off of the bed. She was still crying. He suggested they walk “in coitus” over to the kitchen. Once there Bruce reached into the ice maker of the refrigerator and applied the cubes to his balls, keeping them there until his erection subsided enough to withdraw.
She continued to cry and Bruce’s balls were blue pushing toward indigo.

While Dick’s first night on Spring Break was one to remember, the second night was even wilder and more capricious. Strangely, it, too, wasn’t spurred by a beach mixture of testosterone and bikinis but by a crime fighter just doing his civic duty.
Robin, postured in a crouched position on the precipice of a building’s roof, looked down on a courtyard shared by a series of hotels, lodgings whose sole existence seemed to be for college-aged students. Two notions occupied his thoughts: the first was “look at the Robin perched like a hawk on the roof”. He found his musing amazingly original. The second scratched ever so slightly into profundity: “I can understand college kids but how could a family ever commit to one of these hotels past the lobby?” The rest of his mindshare was lost in what he could observe from his vantage point: four guys doing shots in their room; two girls, one tall and skinny, the other short and buxom still in their beachwear and sharing a raucous laugh with each other; another group of guys howling for some unknown reason; and various collections of guys and girls preparing themselves for the hunt later that evening. Robin was a bit surprised how open they all were. No one drew their curtains, even while changing clothes. The only oddity was that despite the tiny balconies jutting from wall of one of the hotels, no one seemed to be using them.
He wasn’t sure how long he should stay there. Although dark outside, it was still relatively early. No one looked too drunk to be in danger or to be a danger to anyone else. Was he there to protect someone or was he pining to be in one of those hotel rooms with other people his age. His watch tended to follow outbursts of noise, guys competing to burp the loudest; bursts of mirth; and random shouts. He rose to a vertical position and decided to find a new lookout. He just had to wait for the circulation in his legs to be restored. He glanced back at the courtyard – not to track a noise, but an inner instinct – and he zeroed in on an emerging peril.
The skinny girl was convulsing in an exaggerated laughter, backing out of their hotel room sliding door and onto the balcony. Only she did not adjust her retreat once reaching the terrace. She continued her fit of hilarity one backwards step at a time until, with a speed faster than her previous momentum; she flipped over the rail providing a border to their small slab of concrete. Miraculously, she was able to grab one of the poles supporting the rail with one hand. She wasn’t screaming but, dangling seven floors from the ground, she was in danger.
She could not have been hanging for more than two seconds when Robin’s zip line pierced the wall of the hotel outside their room. The speed of his traverse down the line was so quick that he landed on the balcony just as the buxom girl arrived to the glass partition. With no time for introductions Robin yelled down, “Hold on!” In a lower but equally firm tone he instructed the other girl to support him as he reached over the balcony to retrieve her friend. “I’m going to get you up but you need to do as I say,” he ordered. He felt the other girl press her body against his buttocks and place her hands on his hips. “Useless,” he thought. He needed to lean over the rail quite a bit to reach her wrist and grab onto it. She still held the pole.
“Listen, with your free hand I want you to grab my arm. Then you can let go of the pole and use that hand to also grab my arm and I will pull you up.” He could feel the sweat already on his forehead as her first hand clasped his forearm with a vigorous grip. She briefly hesitated with second hand fearful of letting go of the one thing she was sure had saved her but she put her faith on this masked rescuer and clutched him just above her other hand. The full weight of her body completely astonished Robin and the sudden increase in mass pulled his feet from the floor and dragged his abdomen across the railing. The only thing that saved the two of them from a joint plunge was the girl holding onto Robin.
Her hands on his waist indeed proved useless but as his body slid through her fingers she dug into whatever she could secure which in this case was the back of his shorts. The clenching of the material pulled the back of his trunks all the way down past his cheeks but it was just enough to provide a brake until she could secure him better.
Robin struggled to hold onto the girl. He could see the terror in her eyes and felt the burden of the responsibility to save her. How many times had he seen Batman defy principles of physics and hoist someone up? Robin tried to perform what he witnessed but he could barely bend his elbow to bring her closer. Thoughts of the circus tragedy that landed him with Bruce flashed before him. He was glad he was wearing his green gloves because, with the sweat pouring off of him, their bond would have surely slithered. He would not let go but he was absent of ideas to save her.
Suddenly, Robin felt the fingers and nails of the girl at his backside dig into his stomach and jerk him up a bit. With another grunting heave she pulled him back to a point where his feet could again feel the floor of the concrete balcony underneath them. He was not sure how this was going to end but he heard the assured commands of Batman channeled through his next set of instructions. “That was a little hitch but you are going to be alright. I promise I will not let you fall.” And with a glance backwards, “You – behind me – wrap your arms completely around my waist and plant your feet.” Focusing back to the distressed damsel he again was surprised by the confidence in his voice even though he really he wasn’t sure he could pull this off, “Now, use my arm as a rope and climb up to my bicep. Do you think you can do this?” Robin was surprised how poised she suddenly seemed. Her face no longer appeared racked with dread but had the animation of venture. It must be an advanced level of fear he concluded. She had succeeded in ascending two places up his arm. One of her hands was clutching to his slick amplified bicep and the other was just below his elbow.
Calculating the improvement in leverage he now had he cautioned her, “Hold on tight, I need to swing you just a bit to get you up. Do you understand?” She nodded and then briefly let go of her lower hand and let it swing by her waist before reattaching it to the Boy Wonder’s forearm. She smiled and nodded. Robin shook his head in disbelief to the danger she had just invited by letting go with one arm. “He we go. Hold on!” With tremendous exertion Robin began to rock her back and forth until there was a semblance of pendulumatic motion. When she reached an apex Robin grunted and pulled his arm up and back while pushing back with his legs toward the hotel room. He felt the weight of her body finally release its urgency as she cleared the railing. Unexpectedly, she let go of him causing Robin and the girl behind him to propel backwards through the opening of the balcony door. He watched the imperiled girl fall awkwardly but safely on the “good” side of the balcony as he and his caboose retreated a few more steps before crashing to the hotel rug.
For a couple of extended moments Robin went blank. When he regained his bearings, he realized he was reclined, with his butt parked at the crotch of the dark haired girl’s spread legs and his head nestled between her generous breasts. It felt wildly nurturing and he regretted that he would have to get up for propriety’s sake. Emerging from the balcony without a care in the world was the endangered blonde who let out a hoot. “That was incredible! Can you believe we just did that?”
Robin was amazed, no dumbfounded, that she was not in a post-traumatic state of hysteria. She looked pumped. Looking up at her he also now appreciated that she was tall – taller than him – with squarely framed shoulders. She was thin as he saw from the rooftop but her slimness was finished with the sinewy, solid build of a swimmer. Her face was friendlier than pretty but with the glow she now carried, it made her beautiful. Without lifting his head, Robin looked up at the raven-haired girl with the billowy confines. Her face wore more anxiety than her friend’s but she was not in a state of imminent collapse. She, too, was not classically attractive but with her voluptuousness he was sure she was not lacking in the pursuit department.
Suddenly looking down, Robin realized the state of his trunks. While in the lunge on the balcony they had cleared his buttocks, the front still covered his package – although a liberal amount of pubic hair was in view. He wanted to pull them up but he didn’t know how to do it without drawing attention to his exposure or ending the plush recline he was enjoying. His attention again shifted to the blonde as she closed in on their position. Robin was smitten by her. She was witty and daring and as southern as they come. Still smiling she kneeled down between his legs and supported her upper body by placing her hands on his thighs, his upper thighs.      “Honey, you’re sweatin’, can I offer you something to drink?” Before Robin could answer she began elevating herself by pushing off his legs. Her propulsion made her hands slide up his thighs even more and right before separating from him, her thumbs grazed the outline of his scrotum. He glanced down at himself and saw it was not visible but realized that it was now no longer tucked snugly as his green briefs were no longer affixed to his waist and the looseness left a penetrable gap. He immediately tingled from her touch.
Robin thought he could pull his shorts up as she walked to the varnish-starved but functional table plied with bottles and ice but as she turned her back to him the brunette lifted one of his gloved hands and placed it on her cheek. “You were so strong,” she said meekly.
“Y’all know we don’t have any superheroes down our way,” the lithe girl began as she returned with a tall glass of iced, clear refreshment. “I never thought that I’d be face to face with someone so brave…and cute. Here, precious, take a sip.” She braced herself again on his upper thigh with one hand and with the other brought the tumbler to his lips and poured the drink down his throat. It wasn’t the clear neutral taste he expected. He suppressed a cough as he swallowed. It didn’t burn but his initial reaction was resistance. Sensing his discomfort, she inquired, “Are you all right, honey?”
“I-I’d just like to adjust my shorts, ma’am.” He knew he sounded sheepish and wished he didn’t. I just saved her, dammit, why am I the one who feels intimidated?
“Ma’am? Oh he’s so polite,” she said excitedly looking past Robin’s face to her friend’s. “Your shorts don’t bother us at all, do they Patsy?” Without waiting for a response from her friend she continued, “What’s the matter darlin’ are you afraid you might be getting a little excited, if you know what I mean?”
In a brief moment of honest confidence Robin replied, “Actually, yes.”
“Well then, you just stay there all comfortable,” as she gently pushed his head deeper into her friend’s breasts, “and I’ll help you out. Just lift your cute butt a little bit so I can assist you.”
Robin complied using his stomach muscles to raise his hips. His head sunk even deeper into cleavage heaven.
The blonde secured her thumbs and hands on either side of the waistband and motioned up but then quickly yanked the shorts all the way down to his ankles. Freed from the shorts his cock swelled a bit and rolled to the left over his leg.
“Hey!” Robin began as if to protest but then stopped as they all assessed the scene. His dick puffed again sliding further across his leg with growth. The girl behind him giggled a bit.
“It looks like what we’ve got here is the makings of a prime choice USDA boner, Mr. Hero. Do you mind?” Again, she did not wait for his answer. She grabbed his shaft and stroked it a few times. The Boy Wonder was immediately fully erect. “Do you have a name, handsome?”
She said ‘handsome’ in such a sincere, familiar way that it kept it from sounding corny. “My name is Robin,” the crime fighter said with a bit more boldness. Her stroking had stopped but she retained her grip on his tool.
“Well my name is Darla and that big tittied girl behind you is Patsy.” She started caressing him again. Each stroke thrilled him as much for the excitement of her – this crazy girl he couldn’t get enough of - touching him intimately than for having his chain jerked. “What can we do to show our appreciation, Mr. Robin?”
“It’s just Robin. I – I – I think this is just fine.” He almost blew his load with her last graceful yank. He had to think of something to distract himself from his excitement.
“Well I can think of a couple of things for fun.” Darla removed her hand and leaned closer to him and reached over with her hands to his face. At first he thought she was going to try and take his mask off but as her hands passed his face he saw her fold back the fabric covering Patsy’s breasts revealing two dark chocolate nipples already in poked position.
“Darla!” Patsy protested but did not cover herself back up.
“Oh come on, Patsy, don’t we need to show our guest a little appreciation for what he’s done tonight? Besides, we will nevah, evah, going to mess around with a Superhero living in the backwaters like we do.”
“I guess you’re right, Darla,” and without further hesitation Patsy guided Robin’s mouth to her generous right nipple. The angle was a bit awkward but Robin managed to lick around the areola and eventually latch on to her nipple. Meanwhile, Darla began to churn the butter with his crime fighting manhood in earnest again.
“I do declare, I see a little, itty-bitty juice on top, Robin. If you don’t mind I think I’ll help myself.” Darla licked the hole of the head of his penis and then put her whole mouth over it. Robin could feel her tongue poking through the bottom of her mouth and licking the bottom of his shaft. She pulled her mouth off him and bent down to take him deeper. However, just as soon as she covered his crown again, he lost control and his semen started filling her mouth. The more he tried futilely to hold it in, the more he came. Although unexpected, Darla did well to keep her control and swallow all she could.
Robin was devastated. He cursed himself for lack of ejaculation control.
“Uh, Robin-honey, the idea was to relax and take your time,” Darla snapped sarcastically as she wiped her cheek of some semen that evaded her catch. Then seeing the look of anguish on his face she continued with more sympathy, “but I’m sure you just need to move on from us and save more damsels tonight, right?”
“I wish I could have a do over,” Robin lamented. Then with his trademark enthusiasm he claimed, “I mean I could, you know, go again if you’d let me.
“Well I don’t know slugger,” Darla began back with her playful swagger, “How long would we women have to wait?”
Ideally, Robin would have just wanted to be with Darla but he didn’t have the courage to stake that claim. “Just touch me again and find out.”
She complied and smiled appreciatively at both of them when she saw his flaccidness start to stiffen again. “Well this time, Patsy, you take the lead.” With an almost practiced synchronization, they switched positions but before Patsy knelt down she removed the bottoms of her bikini revealing a dark landing strip. She left her mounds on display hanging out of her top. As Patsy was getting into position Darla, now sitting behind Robin, wrapped her legs around his waist and used the soles of her feet to prop up his dick and compress it a few times. Darla’s touch was all the stimulation he needed to inspire another full erection.
For the one who seemed more reserved of the two, Patsy demonstrated surprising control over the newly positioned arrangement. She grabbed firmly onto Robin’s rocket and held it as she straddled his waist so that she offered Robin a rear view of her body. With the same authority she eased his throbbing cock into her vagina. It all materialized so quickly that Robin couldn’t immediately appreciate the glory of entry but when Patsy started rhythmically gyrating on top of him his contentment was in full force. She leaned back and took Robin’s hands and placed them on her tits. Robin caressed and squeezed them and Patsy asked, “Sugar, can you take off your gloves, they’re a little rough on my boobies.”
“Sure, no problem,” Robin responded without hesitation. The truth was he wanted to feel their fullness better himself.
Behind him Darla inquired, “Robin, can I take off your mask?” as she put one hand on its edge.
“No, the mask stays on,” Robin said with the festivity’s first tone of seriousness, “I must maintain my secret identity.” He gently removed her hand from his mask and returned his back to Patsy’s engorged nipples.
“Well I want to do something here,” Darla whined without too much venom, “can I take off your shirt?”
“I don’t see why not,” Robin answered. He knew he was allowing the situation to escalate beyond any level of excuse but, hey, he was having fun and mixing with people his age. Darla loosened the strings on his red jersey and Robin raised his arms so that she could lift it off his torso. He made sure his hand secured the mask in place as his shirt passed his face. Beyond the veil on his face, Robin was reduced to a utility belt and green slippers.
Darla caressed his chest with the same vigor he attacked Patsy’s. Her touch remained enchanting and he enjoyed her twisting and pulling on his nipples. They, too, became quite firm and protruding.
          Robin looked up to Darla’s face and tried to non-verbally communicate so many thoughts. The first was ‘this is nice, but I want you’. He also tried to give her a come-hither look so she would bend down and kiss him. The messages in some form must have transmitted because suddenly Darla was taking off her bikini top exposing tits that were pert and defined with muscle. “I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer you, sweetheart,” Darla announced without a trace of insecurity about her size compared to her friend’s. Robin was enthralled to feel how her muscular body yielded some soft tissue delight. The combination was just another reason for him to think the world of her.
“I think you are just wonderful.” He tried to say it with utmost sincerity and convey his growing feelings for her but the intimate sentiment was a bit obscured as his dick was at that time deep into another woman’s pussy and the thought of caressing two different breasts at the same time blew his mind.
Soon after, Darla’s bikini bottoms were tossed aside as well revealing a whisper of a translucent pubes running two inches up from her slit. She whipped her legs over Patsy and Robin’s body as if she were mounting a horse and propped her vagina a tongues distance away from Robin’s face.
            “Hey hero-boy, please tell me you are not as unsophisticated as the southern boys we hang out with. Tell me you like some of my lady nest in your mouth.”
            “Bring it on,” Robin said with bravado. He was psyched. While he didn’t have a tremendous amount of experience with intercourse he developed his tongue skills quite adeptly with some fairly seasoned women. So what if they also happened to be arch villains?
            Almost stumbling, Darla leaned into Robin and immediately he began wetly kissing her labia and inner thighs. Warming her up, he progressed to long licks of her outer vaginal walls which were smooth like he had expected but not as fleshy as Catwoman. He found her clitoris and instinctively began to tug on it with his lips. Darla was surprised by how wonderful it felt to have a boy suck her pussy. She had experienced cunninlyngis once before with another girl in the locker room after swim practice. It was tender and nice but she much preferred the aggressive way this masked boy attacked her womanhood. She responded by driving her well lubricated love canal deeper into his mouth and sliding it all over his face.
            Robin finally was feeling a bit of upper hand control as he heard Darla moan and thrust herself all over his bliss-generating tongue. She put her knees up on the edge of the bed which worked for both of them: he could support the back of his head on the mattress and she could keep herself lowered on top of him and shimmy all over his face like a buffing at a car wash. At times she was out of control moving her box off his mouth and driving his nose up her hole or her gyrating movements which painted his entire face with her juices. At times he could barely breathe as her clit was over his mask (thankfully it was holding securely), her lips over his nose and her luscious ass over his mouth. He made sure he rimmed her pooper as well.
            “Oh Wonder Boy, my muff is so happy!” she wheezed.
            Robin was so focused on Darla’s multiple orgasms drenching his face that he did not even realize Patsy was giving him the fuck of a lifetime. Friends with Darla, but not to be outdone, she too worked Robin’s body sliding up and down his pole with her cookie. What his mind wasn’t appreciating his dick was and just as it rubbed all the right places in Patsy’s cavern and she screamed in ecstasy, Robin pumped out more premium grade sperm in a thousand directions inside her. Only when she grabbed his balls after his coming did he return attention to his lower extremity pleasure.
            Darla was soon spent as well and de-mounted Robin’s face to roll over on the bed. Patsy stood up and joined her collapse. Robin made a move to prop himself up but determined he was devoid of any energy to move. It was literally drained from his sexed-up carcass. He decided to wait a minute but soon he was lost in the same slumber that grabbed the girls.

The Caped Crusader awoke with a shake. He wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep but with the surrounding din of college life quieted he deduced it must be a time slot when kids have gone out but had not begun to return yet. He pulled himself up and looked at the two girls, mostly naked, still dormant, on the bed together, loosely arm-in-arm. He wondered if they had ever been intimate with each other before. His whole face felt tight from complete coverage of Darla’s cum juices that had caked. He gathered the strewn artifacts of his costume and headed for the bathroom.
            Gently, he closed the door and turned on the shower. He made sure not to have the water pressure too fierce to keep the noise level down. For as much as he wanted to spend more time with Darla, he realized his best course of action was to leave undetected.
            The bathroom was old but clean, save for the mess the girls’ make-up and accessories had made of the counter. Robin folded his uniform and stacked each garment in accordance with the order he would decorate his body with it. The shower curtain was closed and the water was running down his back before he took off his mask and set it on top of the clothes piled on the far corner ledge of the tub. He washed himself with the girls’ superior beauty products rather than using the cheap hotel soap. He lathered his face, armpits, and dick well before rinsing off. It wasn’t his finest shower but it did the trick.
            Robin turned off the water and realized that there were no towels on the rack inside the shower. He was about to step out when he heard the bathroom door open. How could he have forgotten to lock the door? The shower curtain had various design elements to distort the body inside but not dark enough to hide him. In fact if the lights were fully turned on (he had minimized the illumination of the room with just a mirror light), he would be fully exposed. He remained as motionless as possible hoping stillness would pass for invisibility.
            It was Darla. She stumbled into the bathroom and collapsed onto the toilet. She expressed quite a long pee and, after a few finishing squirts, let out a healthy fart. Robin fought the giggle. He watched her rise and head to the sink where she washed her hands and took a swig of mouthwash. If she could just exit without turning around he would be safe. As if his hope was her command, she angled from the sink back to the door but before her egression she turned on the overhead light and hoarsely said, “I think you won’t want to leave without this,” as she flung a black object in his direction. It neatly cleared the space between the shower curtain and the ceiling. Reactively, Robin snatched it from the air and saw it was his mask. ‘When…how did she take it without me noticing?’ he quizzed himself glancing at his outfit, sans mask, piled on the tub’s edge. He looked up to see an opaque Darla blowing him a kiss before retreating back to the main room. He sighed, “That’s the type of spunk I could fall in love with.”
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