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ONE
Harley Quinn had always been a girl of many dreams.
Her whole life, it seemed, had been spent flitting between dreams: day dreams and fantasies, waking dreams and sleeping wishes. Even a few nightmares.
But in all her many fantastic and wild dreams, she’d never even conceived of this one.
The Joker, her one true love, was fondling her breasts and nuzzling her neck with sharp, grinning teeth. Poison Ivy, her best gal pal, was sliding her hands across her belly, down, down towards the apex of her being, laying soft, warm kisses across her shoulder. All three of them were naked and kneeling upright in the expansive pile of cushions and mattresses that served as the bed, her Puddin’s magnificent erection pressing hard into her hip and Red’s breasts soft and cushiony against her back.
Joker’s teeth snapped at her flesh a little and she gasped, delighted at the confirmation this really wasn’t a dream – and truly, this was too wild a situation to be anything but reality.
She wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened. Necessity had forced the three of them to take up residence together the last few weeks, hiding deep underground – the heat was on hard. As delighted as Harley initially was at the prospect, she’d quickly become disillusioned. Tensions between her two favourite people in all the world had been running high – and not in the sexy way. She’d finally become convinced murder attempts were imminent when Joker had produced a pound of cocaine, a few shots of his modified Joker toxin – designed to induce only the most delicious of deliriums, combined with a pleasant and near constant quivering of the muscles – and a bottle of absinthe and declared they should party like it was nineteen eighty-five.
Ivy had shrugged and thrown in one of her custom-designed aphrodisiacs with mild hallucinogenic properties.
Harley had pondered what she could contribute for a moment and then produced a jumbo bag of Starburst Squirts she’d been saving up for the Judge Judy marathon on the weekend.
Puddin’ had been amusing himself by having Harley kneel with her mouth open while he threw candy from across the room. She wasn’t allowed to move at all, not even to chew and swallow, until her entire mouth was full. She’d been concentrating very, very hard on being as still as she could when Ivy, who’d been glaring at the Clown during the game, had pouted and commented that she felt as parched as a desert bloom.
Harley couldn’t just let her dearest friend sit there thirsty so she’d immediately scurried over with another drink, letting Ivy pet her hair for a moment, before abruptly realising she’d just spoiled the game.
But Joker hadn’t seemed cross – not at her anyway. He’d just narrowed his eyes at Ivy then leant back in his trousers and undershirt, stretching his arms up above his head and declaring his feet soooo sore.
She’d crawled back over the cushions immediately and taken one of her Puddin’s big, beautiful, bony white feet in her hands and begun kneading it lovingly. She wanted to do a very good job and very quickly got lost in the task, musing over every bump and ridge and curve of the appendage with adoration. She was aware Ivy was watching and somehow that made it more delicious, having her devotion to her man observed and witnessed.
Joker had flashed a very toothy smile at a scowling Ivy as Harley had leant over to kiss each of his toes. But then something slithered around Harley’s waist and she yelped and sat up straight before realising it was just one of the vines that coiled the wall, prompted by Ivy.
She giggled and blushed as the vine snaked up underneath her pyjama top.
“It always tickles when they do that!” She squealed and now it was Ivy’s turn to flash smug eyes on the Joker, the familiarity of Harley’s reaction all the message needed.
Joker had held Ivy’s gaze for a moment, his wide red mouth turned down in a concerted frown. Then he’d sat up on his knees, looming over his petite girlfriend, before grasping the end of the vine in one hand, yanking back on Harley’s hair with the other, and shoving the vine straight into her mouth so that she gagged, her eyes bulging.
Joker had started grinning again, easing the thick vegetation in and out of her mouth, his eyes sidling over to Ivy.
Ivy’s eyes flickered uncertainly. At first she seemed irritated, but watching Harley being induced to suck on the vine very quickly replaced annoyance with interest, her lips parting and her tongue darting out to lick at them.
And the next thing Harley knew, they were all naked and she was in the middle.
She was ecstatic and that was a gross understatement. So gross it was heinous in fact. Not only was she entwined in a threesome with the two most loved people in all her life; it was all because of her. They were fighting over her, she’d realised, pulling her between them, their hands going absolutely everywhere over her body, each determined to illicit the most rapturous of moans from her throat. It had taken exactly two strokes – the Joker cupping her pussy and Ivy stroking one breast – and she’d been wet, wetter than she’d ever been in her life, watching them close in on either side of her, ready to pleasure her and take pleasure from her. And all because they were fighting over her.
It was completely amazing.
They each had a hand between her legs now, the Joker’s long, strong fingers entwining with Ivy’s small, soft ones. The sensations were dizzying as they softly plied at her tender, wet flesh, each touch providing the most delicious contrasts. They both wanted her so much and neither of them had so much as asked her.
It was headying, being the object of attention of two such dangerous predators. And she had no idea what they had in store for her – except that in their drive to outdo the other, it was sure to be sensational.
She had a sudden vivid flare of what their two tongues flickering in unison over her clit would feel like and moaned loudly, sagging against the Joker who lifted a hand to squeeze one nipple then, surprisingly, darted that same hand out to run sensuously over Ivy’s hip.
Ivy hissed and jerked back and Joker tittered mockingly.
“Didn’t know Mother Earth was headed for a new Ice Age,” he sneered and Ivy bristled. She prided herself on her sensuality, Harley knew, her willing indulgence in what she dubbed the ‘most natural of urges’. To distract her, Harley turned around, pushing her bottom now into her Puddin’s groin, his cock hard between her thighs, sliding against the full length of her slit in the best possible way, at the same time bending forward to suck softly at one of Ivy’s nipples, the soft pale green skin as fragrant as magnolia, like always.
She sensed her two lovers were glaring at each other over her head, but she continued to grind against her Puddin’, continued to lick and suck at Red’s lovely big breasts. She felt Ivy’s hand travel softly, caressingly, down her arm, over her hip and across her pubis, headed straight between her thighs and she let out a little ‘mmmmmm!” and wiggled happily, anticipating the caress against her clit.
But several moments passed and she felt nothing.
Then she heard Joker exhale heavily, felt him thrust hard, his hips driving into her bottom, and realised Ivy was stroking him between her legs. The thought made her whimper, made her rub her pussy harder against his cock, knowing Ivy’s hand was on the underside of it, stroking it too, conjuring up the most delicious mental image of his cock trapped between them. She opened her eyes and leant back, her head against Joker’s chest and his hands came up around her sides to cup both her breasts as Ivy bent forward and began to nip at her nipples.
They were both smiling now, and she glowed to see it.
Then she realised neither of them were smiling at her. They were smiling at each other.
Ivy pressed closer to Harley and Joker’s hands left her body, moved forward to softly stroke over Ivy’s breasts now, fingertips skimming the hardening nipples, pulling on them first gently, then a little harder. Harley watched, feeling the sensuous movement between her thighs, musing over how it felt when Joker touched her body in the same way. Ivy was still smiling, but her eyes were hard and glittering – defiant.
Harley tipped her head back to look at the Joker and saw his were just the same, the challenge in them sparkling bright.
Ivy moved around Harley and Joker pushed away from her. Neither her hand nor his cock were between her legs now and Harley felt a sensation of sudden loss, blinking as Ivy cupped Joker’s balls, rubbing her breasts against his chest. Joker half-sneered and chuckled, then lifted a hand to his mouth and deliberately sucked on his middle finger, before lowering it down towards Ivy’s pussy.
But Ivy’s hand darted out quick as a flash to stop him and Joker sneered again.
“What, is there a special key that unlocks the secret garden?” he mocked, “or are you just afraid you’ll like it too much?”
“Oh, Joker,” Ivy purred, suddenly leaning back on her haunches so that the full curves of her beautiful torso were thrown into relief, “I just know you won’t be able to stop.” She ran a hand down between her breasts, down her softly-curved belly and straight between her legs where she began to slowly rub, holding Joker’s gaze.
It was sexy and it was beautiful and Harley was momentarily struck by the sight before she realised that her Puddin’ was a fair bit too.
And that she was no longer in the midst of the action, as it were.
She began to feel a little lonely.
It didn’t help when Joker moved forward, running his large hands lightly down over Ivy’s hair, across her cheeks and over her breasts. The touch seemed to heighten Ivy’s pleasure for she shivered a little and lowered her lashes at the Clown who was half-smiling in a curious fashion.
“You’re not as oafish as I thought you’d be,” she breathed, “Maybe I’ll find out if that mouth of yours can do anything other than spew lame jokes and let you worship me properly.”
Joker pulled a face. “Couldn’t I just eat you out instead?” he quipped, then suddenly wrenched Ivy’s hand away from her pussy by the wrist, lifting it to his mouth and slowly sucking her fingers into it, holding Ivy’s gaze the whole time.
Ivy’s eyes narrowed and Harley thought the whole thing was about to go South when suddenly they were kissing. Joker and Ivy – kissing, their faces smeared together, Ivy digging her nails sharply into Joker’s shoulders, he gripping her hard by the neck, both of them battling to control the kiss, breathing heavily and deep.
Harley gaped at them from where she sat, discarded and forgotten, all by herself on a pile of cushions, watching as the love of her life and her best friend mauled each other.
She could see Joker was attempting something he often did with her – something she loved and submitted to willingly – that of opening her mouth with his and forcing her to take his tongue. But Ivy wasn’t having a bar of it. She fought the Joker’s mouth with her own, lurching against him and even nipping though this only seemed to spur her Puddin’ on. Their bodies were mashed up against each other and Harley felt a lurch of dismay at the sight of the Joker’s erection pressed between them and she suddenly leapt forward, pushing them forcibly apart, not missing the domineering little growls they made at each other.
“Oy! Back up, kids, just back it up a little!” she cried, wiggling in between them. “Threesome, remember? Three of us – one of them me?” She ignored the way they continued to pant and glare at each other, pushing her hands against Ivy’s shoulders to urge her back against the pillows. “Now, we’re gonna do this properly – Mistah J, put that lovely big cock inside your little girl - “ and she raised her bottom towards the Joker who grasped one of her hips in either hand. “Red – so happens I got that key right here – “ and she waggled her tongue playfully at her friend who let out a strange and delighted little laugh.
“That’s it, Harl,” Ivy taunted, “give your boyfriend what I won’t!”
At those words, the Joker grunted and thrust with unexpected force into Harley from behind and she lurched forward.
“Whoah mama!” she yelped and then gasped as he continued in much the same manner, sliding the full long length of himself in and out of her with hard, sure strokes. “Oh boy, Puddin’.”
Already she felt her head begin to spin, begin to drift away into that lovely strange place of floating bliss, but she shook her head briskly, determined to focus on the task at hand as Ivy spread her thighs before Harley, revealing the strange greens and pinks of her damp pussy.
Jolted about by the Joker’s forceful thrusting Harley couldn’t help but notice that Ivy was not looking at her, but up over her head. Up at the Joker, behind her. And she knew Mistah J would be staring back.
Right, well, she’d just have to make this the most mind-blowing experience either of them had ever had.
She used the full strength of her pelvic floor muscles to squeeze hard down on her Puddin’, who grunted his appreciation, then lowered her head down between Ivy’s thighs, mind racing to recall some of the yummiest of tricks her Puddin’ did to her in this regard.
Ivy tasted sweet, like some strange type of flower nectar – not that Harley had ever tasted flower nectar, but she supposed it might taste something like Ivy – and her skin was wet and so soft Harley couldn’t help but just rub her face into it for a moment, breathing in the lovely musky scent of her friend, even as the long strokes of her boyfriend tugged at her attention. She and Ivy had played together a few times, but Harley knew she was still learning and she always got a little bit carried away and seemed to forget all the amazing tongue tricks Mistah J knew. This time, she had to make it great.
She began peppering little kisses all over Ivy’s smooth outer lips, darting little glances up at her friend who lolled, propped up against some cushions, arms up languidly over her head – and still staring at the Joker.
Was Mistah J thinking about fucking Ivy, even as he fucked her? Or worse – was he maybe pretending that Harley was Ivy?
No, no, that was silly. They were just having one of their usual silly little competitions. Like always.
The Joker’s cock was rubbing hard against her g-spot, the sheer power of his thrusts overwhelming her with delicious sensations she couldn’t resist. She squeezed him over and over again even as she ran her tongue up the length of Ivy’s slit, stopping to flicker it against her clit.
“Good girl, baby,” Ivy murmured and she heard the Joker give a throaty little chuckle before thrusting again with renewed vigour.
Harley began to suck softly on Ivy’s clit but the sensation of what Joker was doing to her was simply overwhelming.
“Oh Puddin’,” she heard herself gasp without really meaning to, and he picked up pace a little, the motion causing her to jerk backwards and forwards, her face lurching repeatedly into Ivy’s pussy. “Oh Mistah J, oh Puddin’”.
Somewhere she knew that once she started babbling, anything else was a lost cause but she just couldn’t help it. With every thrust he made her his, possessing her body with surety and she felt herself seem to open more and more to him. She stopped her futile little licks at Ivy and simply rested her face against Ivy’s pussy, breathing in her sweet scent and revelling in the sensations of the Joker fucking her.
Suddenly Ivy shifted violently and the next thing she knew her head was ringing from the slap Ivy had laid across her cheek.
Her face felt hot, her slapped cheek smarting, and she blinked confusedly and gazed at Ivy who bared her teeth at her.
“Focus, Harley!” she snapped.
Behind her the Joker wheezed laughter and then his hand fisted in her hair and she gasped in shock and pain even as Joker shoved her head down between Ivy’s legs again.
“Yeah, concentrate Harls. I wanna watch Ivy come.”
Some small cognizant part of her brain that wasn’t reeling in surprise from the slap or delirious at the sensation of being fucked noted that he had not said: I wanna watch you make Ivy come.
Harley tried once more to lick Ivy even as her friend leant back on her hands and scowled at the Joker:
“You first, Clown.”
Joker scoffing. “I’m just getting started, Greenthumb! But I bet you bloom quick!”
Then Ivy’s hand was also in her hair and Ivy was lifting her hips off the mattress, thrusting her pussy hard into Harley’s face, smothering her with flesh.
“I haven’t even begun!”
Joker’s fingers dug hard into her hip, his own still moving in hard, slow rhythm, and he laughed breathlessly again. “Good thing the kid here is multipurpose then, eh? Useful little thing, isn’t she?”
“Hey!” Harley’s head snapped up as she quivered with indignation. “Don’t talk about me like that!”
Ivy sneered and then slapped her again, harder this time. Harley’s head snapped back and her cheek bloomed with pain once more. “Quiet, you can’t talk and work at the same time!”
Joker yanked back on Harley’s head then so hard her eyes smarted, leering down into her face as he appraised the bright red blush staining one side of her face.
“Not bad, Pammy. That’s very pretty, actually. But then, I’ve always been a sucker for rosy cheeks.”
He abruptly let go of Harley’s hair and her head reeled dazedly before a second later she lurched forward as Joker’s hand landed with a terrific smack against her rear end.
Harley squealed more from shock than pain and boggled as Ivy threw back her head and laughed before surprising her by slapping her across the other cheek, sitting forward on her knees.
“Hey!” Harley cried, wounded, and then Joker’s hand came crashing down on the other side of her bottom.
They were fighting over her again, but this time a fat tear rolled down over her smarting cheeks. Joker pinched one of them and pulled an expression of mock sympathy.
“Aw, look Pammy, I made her cry!” He said in an exaggeratedly coddling voice.
“You?!” Ivy’s voice was indignant.
They were competing over this now?
“Oh gimme me a break!” Harley somehow managed to roll her eyes though it was made more difficult with her neck bent back at such an angle.
Simultaneously, the Joker smacked her bottom and Ivy belted her across the face. Her head snapped one way, her body jerked forward and she blinked once or twice before a double-dose of stinging pain flooded her skin. She whimpered and felt her chin wobble.
“Aw, baby!” Ivy purred, cupping her face gently in both hands, fingers grazing Harley’s burning cheek.
“She’s cute when she cries, isn’t she?” Joker was softly kneading her sore buttocks, fingertips straying into the crevice, the sweetness of the sensation in sharp contrast to her throbbing behind. She was beginning to feel just slightly overwhelmed, eyes darting from her boyfriend to her best friend, noting with a sort of thrilled alarm the predatory gleam lighting their eyes.
They could do anything to her. Simply anything.
It was at once a delicious and terrifying thought. She wanted them to do it and was trembling at what their combined imaginations might come up with. She could feel her Puddin’s massive cock, still rock hard inside her, hear Ivy’s breath coming in breathy little gasps. They wouldn’t be deterred, not now. She’d gotten herself in deep with this one – and for once she hadn’t even been trying!
She swallowed heavily as the Joker’s hands ran up her back in firm, pleasant strokes while Ivy lightly traced her fingertips down her front, causing gooseflesh to whip up on her skin. She glanced from one to the other, breathlessly noting the cruel glint to their smiles and shivered.
At once they cooed over her, stroking her face and hair in touches that were disconcertingly gentle, murmuring sweet nothings of “oh, funny little thing” and “aw, baby”.
“Harley’s got the prettiest smile,” the Joker was murmuring, gently pinching both cheeks as she gazed up at him wide-eyed and uncertain, “but she’ll cry for me any time.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant until Ivy snorted and cupped Harley’s breasts in either hand. “She begs so well for mercy I’d swear she means it…”
Joker drove Harley forward, straight into Ivy who wrapped her arms around her, settling them on the Joker’s waist. He followed suit, his hands placed on Ivy’s back, sandwiching Harley between them so that the sensation of warm flesh and hard muscle engulfed her.
“She means it but not really,” he snickered, his breath hot against her ear, his hips moving in a lazy thrust again so that his cock slowly massaged her. “She means it ‘cos it makes it easier to take. Like when she screams – if she can scream she can keep going.” He leaned right into her neck and growled against her: “And she always wants to keep on going.”
Harley’s head swam and she felt her pussy get slicker. “Yes,” she whispered and they both looked at her with just the faintest surprise, as if they’d forgotten she could even speak. She couldn’t say anymore than that – the word alone seemed enough to express her realisation they were limitless and dragged her deep into their desires, at once resisting and absolutely willing.
They seemed to understand as well, for a second later they both smiled at her in that same disturbingly tender way and then the Joker was pulling out of her, leaving her moaning at the sudden emptiness she experienced and she found herself being petted and fondled on all sides, settled back onto her haunches and gently pushed backwards by four hands.
She seemed to float backwards before something slightly rough and leathery halted her descent, entwining itself around her rapidly. With a start she realised it was one of Ivy’s vines, a thick, strong and dark green one. It coiled itself in loops around first her torso, pinning her arms hard around her sides, then slithered up to her head, wrapping its slender ends quickly around her mouth, one part of it forcing her lips slightly open so that she tasted the acrid tang of its matter.
She made a confused sound, muffled by the greenery, then felt her eyes bulge as its lower length suddenly tightened uncomfortably hard around her body so that she was forced to take in sudden rapid breaths through her nose.
Joker and Ivy were watching her being restrained with eager, hungry smiles, Joker lazily tugging at his cock, the head of which by now was a bruised-looking purple. He chuckled and Ivy tittered when she began protesting the tightness of the vine’s restraint in an unintelligible mumbling, her eyes wide and panicky. Their amused nonchalance set her heart rate pounding and in a sudden burst of hysteria she struggled vigorously against her bonds, wiggling in absolute futility, a high-pitched whine in her throat.
It was to no avail – indeed, the vines seemed to tighten all the more in response to her lashing about and she cast a pleading look at her two captors.
They laughed again and came forward, crawling on their knees as she sagged in defeat, shaking her head no, no, no.
“She always says no at first,” Joker’s hands ran up her thigh, flicked at her clit and she twitched, suspended inches about the cushions in the vines. “She just lacks faith in herself, poor ickle ting.” He pushed gently against her and the vines slackened, dropping her gently to the mattress. “You just need to build up her confidence – show her she really can.”
They were sinking down on either side of her, like hunters narrowing in on their prey, their hands reaching out to touch her. The vines, as though possessing a mind of their own, had left her breasts exposed and pushed out in relief, increasing their sensitivity as Joker bent his mouth to them, nibbling and licking her nipples softly.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Despite herself she moaned and felt her loins twitch.
“She has to,” Ivy agreed. “It’s part of the game. Part of the journey.”
And Ivy fixed her glass-like green eyes knowingly on her own.
She’d always wanted Mistah J and Red to get along. To agree. And here they were, agreeing over her no less!
She just hadn’t even expected it to be like this.
All of a sudden she realised the beast she had wrought and she was relieved for the restraints. Without them she might’ve resisted. Might’ve chickened out. Now she had no choice.
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