The Bat and the Princess

This story takes just weeks after Lois and Clark - Their First Time. Clark Kent, alias, Superman having finally realized his dream of having sex with Lois Lane, thanks to the Batman and a power sucking kryptonite ring he created. As payback, Batman asked as a favor that if Superman should ever have sex with Wonder Woman, his fantasy woman, to make sure that it was in an area of the Justice League Satellite that had monitors so that he could watch. After having the most pleasurable experience with Lois than he could have dreamed of, Superman has begun work on re-paying his debt with the Batman, with interest.

Using his supervision, Superman failed to see the redheaded villainess that he was searching for. He had caught a glimpse of Catwoman, Selina Kyle, but as far as he knew, she had gone straight. X-ray vision may be an answer but he hated to waste that much time, focusing from floor to floor of each and every building. Then he caught sight out of the corner of his eye a black caped form leaping from a fire escape to run after another, larger figure. At first, Superman thought that he had just seen Robin, the Boy Wonder since the caped figure was slim and short but now that he had actually looked, he saw the flowing red hair and curvaceous figure. Batgirl seemed to be on duty tonight.

Having not much luck on his own, Superman decided he might as well lend a hand. A purple blur shot through the air as the red and blue of his uniform blended. Before Batgirl had run fifteen feet, her opponent was knocked flat on the ground and was being hauled upward by none other than Superman.

Slowing, she smiled at the welcomed help, "Superman! Thanks for the help."

Superman nodded, "What did this one do?"

"Selling drugs to kids," Batgirl replied as she walked up and held out a bag containing small blue pills, "one of them overdosed the other day and is still in the hospital."

The Kryptonian looked at the man that he was holding up with one arm. "So, you like drugs huh?" The unshaven, disheveled man was babbling to himself and not really answering the question. Superman shook him lightly, "Hey, I asked you a question."

"Y...Yeah," the pusher stammered finally.

"You like getting high?" Superman asked.

"Hey dude, you don't belong here," was the reply.

"Wrong answer," Superman said as he shook the guy again.

"Yeah, I like getting high!"

"Good," Superman smiled, "You see, I need to talk to Batgirl a moment so here, let me help you get high." With that said, Superman threw the crook straight up and had soon disappeared from sight.

"Um, you are going to catch him, right?" Batgirl asked as she strained her eyes upward.

"Of course. It won't hurt him to get a bit of a scare. He'll be back in about thirty seconds."

"Okay," Batgirl said, turning her eyes to the much taller man, "What can I do for you? I mean, Gotham isn't your normal patrol."

"I'm looking for Poison Ivy."

"Ivy? What for? I mean, I know she's a criminal but you usually don't go looking for one of Batman's scum."

"I need to talk with her actually. I think she has something I need."

"Something you need?" she asked concerned, "What? Has something happened in Metropolis or something?"

"No," he replied as he glanced upward, "I have a favor that I need to repay and I want her help me out."

"I'll help if I can," Batgirl replied as she watched Superman reach up and within a second she heard a high pitched screaming. The drug pusher was snatched from his downward and would surely have been fatal fall had Superman not caught him. The man's face was white from fear and she wrinkled her nose, smelling that he had not only pissed on himself but had also soiled his pants.

"Where would you like him?" Superman asked as he set the jabbering man down.

"I'll just tie him up and radio the police to pick him up," Batgirl replied smiling in appreciation for having the shit scared out of the pusher, "Just give me a second."

Once the deed was done, the two heroes agreed to continue their discussion elsewhere. Superman wrapped an arm around Batgirl and slowly flew off. He had never really noticed just how beautiful Batgirl, or Barbara Gordon really was. She reminded him of Jennifer, the WGBS employee that had been his first lover. It was a shame that he wasn't wearing his K-ring, as he had come to call it, so that he could feel her body against his as she clung to him. He had it in his cape pouch, sitting in the lead-lined ring box that the Batman had given him. Putting it on now of course, was out of the question. Still, he did a quick X-ray vision peek and saw that the woman next to him was indeed gorgeous. Her black athletic bra covered rosy pink nipples on breasts half again larger than Lois'. Her bra was matched by a black thong that covered a nicely rounded ass. Her red pubes were trimmed into a stripe and led to what looked like a very appetizing pussy.

Landing on a rooftop, he let Batgirl go, although it seemed to him that she had enjoyed riding next to him. "Now, can you tell me exactly what you want Ivy for?"

Superman shook his head, "Not really, no. Let's just say that it's a surprise for Bats."

Batgirl frowned, "Well, okay. Hmmm, seems like I heard that Ivy might be down by the wharf somewhere. If you fly me down, I'll help you look."

Superman held out an arm for her to cradle into. He really didn't need her help to find Ivy if she was in the wharf area, it was small enough that he could X-ray search it in minutes. But, he enjoyed having the woman next to him and besides, if Ivy wasn't there, she may know where else to look.

As they flew through the night sky, Barbara Gordan looked at the chiseled features of the man that carried her effortlessly. Although she had seen Superman several times, she had never worked with him, nor been this close. Holding onto him was like holding onto a warm steel figure and she wondered, not for the first time, what the Man of Steel was like in places that his outfit wasn't skin tight. She wondered if this honorable hero had even been with a woman in his life. Somehow, she just couldn't imagine this perfect hero stepping down from Olympus to have any kind of relation with a mortal. She thought that she wouldn't mind if this god wanted to fool around with her. Then she thought about Ivy. What in the world would he want with that little tart and involving doing a favor for Batman?

Before she could think further, she felt the movement of air stop. Looking down, she saw Gotham wharf sixty or so feet below. Superman was hovering in the air scanning the area, a frown on his face. "What's the matter?"

"Most of the buildings below are painted with old lead paint. I can see some fuzzy images but nothing clear."

"Which means we have to do this the old fashioned way and actually go down and look," she replied, "But there's only ten warehouses that we have to check, the others I know are actively used by legitimate companies."

"Which ones?"

She pointed, "Those six over there and that one next to the collapsed dock. The other three are over there," she said pointing under his chest.

"Okay, we'll just check them out one at a time," he replied with a nod, "We'll start with these six since they're closest."

Superman landed in front of a warehouse with a big number 13 painted in the huge sliding door. The two walked to the smaller entry door on the side. He stood in front of the building a moment, staring at the side. "Lead pain on the sides too. Doesn't stop my super hearing though. I hear what sounds like several rats inside but no human voices."

"That doesn't mean anything with Ivy. She usually has very few, if any human helpers. To make sure, we'll actually have to go inside the buildings and search."

Superman frowned. He hadn't really considered it would take this much time to find Poison Ivy, but then he really was in no rush. "Do we do this together or should we split up? I'm not sure just how dangerous Poison Ivy is."

Batgirl shrugged, "She's no Joker but she has no qualms about killing someone either. It might be best to go in together just so we can watch each other's back." She put on her night vision goggles and started inside, then stopped and turned to Superman, "Well, I guess I really don't need to watch your back do I? Sorry, I'm just so used to going in with Batman or Robin."

"It's okay," he replied, "but I could go in first." With that said, he opened the door and stepped into the dark warehouse. With his supervision, he could see empty crates, maybe a dozen or so scattered around and what looked like doors to offices or smaller storage areas in the back. They too, were lead painted.

"I detect a very faint herbal smell," he told Batgirl, "Akin to freshly cut grass or an herbal tea."

"Any particular direction?" she asked as she sniffed the air but failed to detect any odor.

Superman sniffed the air with his super scent detector. The strongest scent, which he failed to mention was Batgirl's musky smell from when she, recently, got excited enough to become moist and the slight perfume she must have put on earlier today. "Not really, no. It seems to be coming from somewhere there in the back."

Batgirl looked at the five doors, "Well, I guess I'll take one and you take another until we search them all."

"If you think that is the way to proceed," Superman replied," I'll take your lead."

Batgirl smiled at the compliment. "All right, I'll take the one on the far right, you start at the far left and we'll meet in the middle."

PART 2 - CLINGING IVY

With a nod, the two went their separate ways. Batgirl entered the dark outer office of what the door said was the manager's office. There was a small wooden desk and chair, both looked untouched, and another door leading back. Slowly she opened that door to reveal a short corridor, two doors on either side and one door in the back marked restroom. The heroine checked the right door first, seeing only another dark office, a layer of dust on the desk told her that it too, had been unused for some time. The door to the left was similar.

The door to the restroom creaked open to reveal a dirty sink, water slowly dripping from the faucet and a white toilet, stained from rust. "Damn but this is a bad time to have to pee," Batgirl said quietly to herself. Closing the door behind her and locking it, Batgirl unfastened her utility belt and quickly pulled down her black tights to sit on the toilet. A stream of urine splashed the water and echoed in the small room. "Ahh," she said to herself as the pressure on her bladder vanished. Then she felt a tickle on her womanhood, like a small fly had landed for a second and then flew off. Thinking nothing of it, she found a very small roll of toilet paper and dabbed dry her pussy, noticing that she had moistened herself during the ride with Superman. Oh well, she thought, may be someday. She pulled up her tights and refastened her utility belt.

Walking out of the office, she started to go into the second when she felt a tickle on her pussy again, as if there was some very small seam inside her panties that was sticking up enough to rub her love hole. Stepping into the office, the tickling slowly increased to the point of annoyance. This office opened into what was obviously a lounge. A small sink and refrigerator sat against the wall. A table and six chairs sat in the middle of the room. Walking to the sink, Batgirl began to open the cabinets when she reached out to grab the counter for support. The tickling in her privates had grown and felt like it was moving into her, causing her to get wet from the sensation.

"Damn!" she said as she began to undo her belt again, "Has some bug gotten in my tights?"

She dropped her bottom and panties to be met with a rush of pleasurable sensations of having her tender pussy exposed to the air. She managed to look at her panties for any type of object that might have been causing the tickling but saw nothing, and realized that the tickling was continuing. Quickly taking off a glove she stuck a finger into her now wet hole and felt around for some foreign object, but was only rewarded with nearly bring herself to a climax. She fell to both knees, "Ahhh, God, that feels so good," she said as she stuck in another finger, unable to resist the waves of pleasure that shot through her. She began to masturbate as she realized that the more she rubbed and the closer she neared a climax, the less the infuriating tickle was.

Batgirl's fingers worked her hot hole at fever pitch and her other hand squeezed her breasts under the fabric of her costume, "Ooooo...GOD YES!" she nearly screamed as she

climaxed, almost falling to the floor due to its intensity. The tickle that had started all of this had diminished but was not quite gone. She stood on shaky legs and tried to at least pull her panties up but the throbbing became stronger again. Her hand instantly began to massage her clit as she slumped on the floor, legs spread.

"Well well," came a woman's voice from the doorway, "What have we here? Little Batgirl doing the nasty thing."

Batgirl looked up, not stopping her masturbation, to see a red-haired woman dressed in green tights. "Poison Ivy!," she gasped between moans, "What did you do to me!"

"Why Batgirl," Poison Ivy answered with a hurt look, "I am not doing anything to you. It looks like you are doing yourself."

"Uhhh," was all Batgirl could answer as her fingers worked harder and deeper.

"Great Krypton!" came a loud voice from behind Ivy, scaring her enough to make the villainess jump, "What have you done to Batgirl you fiend!"

Ivy crouched like a lioness as she turned to face her new opponent. Her face dropped when she saw the red and blue of Superman's costume, "Superman!"

"Now that you have that right," he demanded, "What did you do to her?"

Ivy smiled, "Just a little aphrodisiac from a rare South American orchid along a few other chemicals from genetically enhanced plants. Here, try some!" She blew into her hand, causing a pale purple cloud to shoot forward into Superman's face. Ivy smiled as she waited for her formula to reduce the Kryptonian to a masturbating mess. The smile slowly faded as Superman stood, hands on his hips with a frown on his face.

"Now Ivy," he said with menace, "What's the antidote for that?" he pointed to Batgirl who had climaxed again and was starting on her third but exhaustion was clearly beginning to show.

"I'll never tell you," Ivy spat, "You might take me in but at least I have..." she never finished her boat as Superman grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up.

"Tell me," he demanded between his teeth, "Or may be you would like to become like her yourself."

Choking and struggling against a steel hard arm, Ivy actually managed a laugh, "I'm immune to it. Why do you think I made this sex potion for anyway? Let the world die from oversex, the one thing that I can't have."

"What?" Superman asked as he let up the pressure so she could talk, "What do you mean?"

"I can't have sex with anyone," she replied with acid in her voice, "Has Batman never told you about how I became Poison Ivy? I have plant toxins throughout my body. To touch me would cause a severe allergic reaction, a kiss or anything more intimate would be fatal."

"I'm touching you and I'm not having any kind of reaction," he set Ivy down and let her go, "Maybe we can come to some kind of understanding?"

"You mean..." Ivy was flabbergasted, "You would be willing to have sex with me?"

Superman nodded, "On three conditions. First, give Batgirl the antidote."

Ivy shook her head, "There is none. The toxins cause the victim to have an uncontrollable urge to have sex. The only cure is to continually have orgasm after orgasm and flush the chemical from the body. Alone, a person will die of exhaustion trying to stimulate themselves so much. Two people may be able to overcome the effects but I doubt any man has that much stamina."

"So to save Batgirl's life, she must have as much stimulation as possible without over taxing her endurance?"

Ivy nodded, "In addition, the toxins affect the memory so while under the effect, they will remember very little, it will be like a dream to them. That way, if they survive, they won't remember how they got infected so I can get them again."

"How long does she have?"

Ivy looked at the moaning woman, "Probably not more than a few minutes."

The Kryptonian frowned, "All right, Ivy. I'm going to do my best to save her and afterward you and I can continue our discussion. Now, can I trust you not to run off or do I need to tie you up somewhere?"

She shook her head, "No I won't leave. You have me intrigued and I am willing to listen to your other two conditions IF you are willing o go through what you have promised."

"I am," he replied as he walked past her towards Batgirl. He picked her off the floor like a limp rag doll. "Sorry about this Batgirl but it's the only way to save you," he said as he stripped the rest of her costume off except for her cowl. She moaned and climaxed as her nude body was exposed.

"Do me Superman," she said in a lusty tone, "Fuck me."

Superman dropped his tights to expose his pole of steel. Holding her hips up, he lowered Batgirl's red mound on his dick slowly, letting her pussy take his length. She moaned as each inch disappeared in her tortured love hole. Her pink nipples stood out like rocks as he began to pump her, using his free hand to alternate between nipples, pinching each lightly. Her large breasts bobbed with each thrust, moving faster and faster. "Ohh God yes!" she moaned as she came again. Superman continued to pick up the pace of pumping to the point that his hips seemed to blur and Batgirls breasts began to jiggle in place rather than bounce up and down.

Superman wished that he could be doing this with his K-ring on so he could actually enjoy what he was doing more than just the mental pleasure he was getting. Batgirl had the kind of body that he would love to spend some time in. Her breasts were just more than a handful but were tight and not floppy. Her ass was well rounded and a pleasure to hold. He would really like to have taken off her cowl so that he could see her face, which was as beautiful as her body, and her long red hair. Faster and faster he thrust, causing Batgirl to climax again. She was tiring from her multiple orgasms but she was still responsive to his touch.

Poison Ivy, by this time, was beginning to get wet herself and a faint smell akin to freshly cut grass began to issue forth. She saw the size of manhood that Superman packed and couldn't wait to get some of it herself. Watching him fuck Batgirl was really getting her hot. She grabbed her breast and squeezed as her other hand began to track down her belly to her moist crouch. She didn't know how long she could just stand and watch before she started masturbating as she waited for the Man of Steel to finish. Then she realized that he would keep fucking Batgirl until he was sure that she was cured. Watching Batgirl's reactions, she could see that within another climax, the toxin would have run its course. As tired as she was simply by playing with herself and now with Superman screwing her pussy off, Ivy knew that Batgirl would probably lapse into unconsciousness and probably sleep for a few hours.

"Superman," Ivy called after Batgirl moaned weakly from yet another orgasm, "I would say that you can stop. The toxin has run its course."

Superman said nothing but slowed his pumping to a stop. Batgirl remained impaled on his dick limply as though dead. She wasn't dead of course, he could hear her heart beat. He carefully lay her body down on the counter and turned to Ivy.

Ivy licked her lips when she saw that Superman's dick was still rock hard. "Oh yes," she said, "Come to me Superman. Make me feel like a woman again."

Superman walked over and stood before Ivy as she began to peel off her clothes. "There are still two conditions you have to agree to."

"Anything," she said hungrily as her leafy leotards hit the floor exposing a body not too unlike Batgirls. More trim, slighter build and smaller breasts, Ivy was equally as beautiful and as red haired as Batgirl.

"Very well," Superman said as he appraised the naked body standing impatiently before him, "I want a weakened sample of what you gave Batgirl. Nothing that is going to cause fatality."

Ivy nodded her head as she moved onto Superman and caressed his muscled chest and ran her hands to his cock, giving it a stroke. It was still slick from Batgirl's love juices but was hard as steel. "What else?"

"I want you to turn over a new leaf."

Ivy smiled, "You're joking, right? A new leaf?"

Superman smiled, "Pun not intended. How about it?" He reached over and brought one of her poky nipples to instant hardness. Damn, if she wasn't hot. She reminded him of the teenage Lana Lang that he had first jerked off to.

Ivy responded by planting a kiss on him, jumping up with arms around his neck and her bare ass sliding down to his dick, "I'll do anything fucking thing you want as long as you do me."

He kissed her back, grabbed her ass in his hands and lowered her onto his dick, "That I can promise."

"Ahhh!" Ivy moaned loudly as she was impaled on the steel hard dick, "Shit! This is what I have missed so much!" She slid down his pole and was then hefted back up the length and allowed to slide down again. Her juices flowed freely as she rode slowly up and down and a herbal smell filled the air. Superman, for his part, was again wishing he could don the K-ring. Ivy was firm and athletic, more so that Batgirl or Lois. She wiggled her ass as she slid down his pole and he knew that she was enjoying the feeling even though he could barely feel her weight. Her pert breasts beckoned him and he leaned over to suck them, causing Ivy to grab behind his head and push his face against her tit.

Superman grabbed a handful of red hair and pulled her head back so he could kiss her neck and lips. She continued to buck against him, moaning in ecstasy. "I'm gonna come!" she nearly shouted as she writhed on Superman's cock. Superman grabbed her butt a little tighter and began to speed pump her. Even Ivy's tight breasts bobbed as she rode the pole of steel faster and faster, driving her to as orgasm so strong that she felt light headed.

Superman smiled at Ivy and planted a kiss on her again before taking her off his still hard dick and setting her on the floor. She nearly collapsed on her weakened legs, reaching out to support herself on the Man of Steel. Catching her breath, she looked at Superman's still rock hard member. "I didn't do anything for you did I?" she asked with a slight hurt in her voice.

Superman reached out to draw her against him, "It's not you Pamela," he said softly, "I think you have the hottest body of any woman I know. The fact is, my super powers do not allow much sensation and even if I did climax, those same super powers would have caused your death when I, um, you know."

Ivy frowned with sincere pity, "Then there's nothing I can do for you?" she asked as she reached down and stroked his wet cock, "Or can't you even feel this?"

"Barely," Superman replied. He stole a quick glance at Batgirl and saw that she was still asleep, "But I tell you what, if you are willing."

Her hand never stopped stroking but a smile appeared on her face, "Anything lover. You have turned me straight, I'll do anything you ask."

"Okay. While you can't bring me to climax, I can myself. Would you be willing to, um, play with yourself while I masturbate?"

"Oo, you just tell me where you want me and what you want to see," she replied as she stepped back and rubbed her breasts.

"How about you get on the table, legs spread toward me and just do whatever comes to mind," he the said quietly, You realize of course that this stays between us."

Ivy licked her lips and kissed him, "As long as you are willing to fuck me now and then, you could tell me your secret identity and it would never leave my lips." She hopped up on the table, knees up and legs spread as narrow fingers began to finger her love hole.

Superman walked up to the table so he could watch at a better angle as Ivy fingered herself and pinched a breast. The Man of Steel began to stroke himself as he watched Ivy moan and wiggle under her own administrations. His right hand pumped vigorously as Ivy reached over to grasp his other hand and lead it to her pussy. He began to finger her as she sat up slightly to wrap her arms around his, moaning as her clit was massaged.

"Ohhhhh," Ivy groaned, "Superman, you're going to make me come again. It's been so long since I've had a man touch me, much less make love to me." Her hips began humping faster as she neared climax, moaning loudly. Ivy arched backward from her second orgasm, "Ooooo yes!"

Superman himself felt his balls move up as he clenched his muscles, "Great Rao, I'm coming too," he managed to say as he fired his load. White semen shot outward, perforating the ceiling of the warehouse like a machine gun.

As the Kryptonian came, Ivy's eyes widened when she saw the damage being done. "Shit!" she exclaimed staring at the ceiling, "I'm glad you have super stamina!"

Superman nodded, almost ashamed, "That is why I can never make love to a mortal woman. As you can see, you and I are not that different when it comes to having intimate encounters," he said as the last of the forceful jism subsided.

Ivy carefully reached over to collect some of his semen on her fingers and rubbed it experimentally, "Is this even safe for a mortal to take regardless of the force?"

"As far as I know. Why?"

She licked his cum off her fingers, smacking her lips, "Hmmm. A bit saltier than I remember but not unpleasant." Before he could reply, Ivy lowered her head and began to lick the tip of his cock clean. Within a minute, she was done and looked up at him, a smile on her ruby red lips. "I wish I could do more for you, but I'll be glad to do whatever I can to please you since you are the only man that I know of who can please me."

He nodded and smiled, "Just do as I have asked and we'll have more sessions. I promise."

Ivy smiled broadly, "Come back tomorrow night and I'll have what you want."

"Very well," Superman replied as he pulled his tights back up, "Until then, I better take Batgirl home."

Ivy nodded as she too began to dress, "She'll be out for another few hours I would say but otherwise, she'll be fine. Of course, her pussy will be sore for a few days."

"I guess that's better than the alternative."

"I'll take your word for it," Ivy replied with a wicked smile, "See you tomorrow lover."

PART 3 - BATGIRL

Superman used some tricky super breath to open the French door to Barbara Gordon's apartment from a distance. With a burst of super speed, he flew into the apartment faster than human eyes could follow carrying the unconscious Batgirl in, the backwash of his flight closed the doors behind him. Behind closed doors and curtained windows, Superman felt no need to be extra cautious now. He carried the limp form into the bedroom and laid Batgirl on the red silken sheets of her bed.

Checking her pulse again, he could tell that she was still alive and sleeping deeply. "A few hours," he said aloud, remembering what Ivy had said about how long Batgirl would be out. He looked at the slim body before him, "Well, I don't think you should be sleeping in your costume at least."

Superman removed her utility belt, the thought of perhaps giving her a stimulant passed through his mind but then he realized that in her condition, that may not be advisable. The cowl went next, exposing a long mane of silken red hair and a very beautiful young face. Aside from the minor differences in body form, Barbara Gordon and Pamela Isley could easily pass for sisters. The yellow calf length boots came off next, the yellow gloves and then the costume pants and finally the top, leaving a barefooted, gorgeous red headed woman dressed only in black thong panties and a black athletic bra. Even with all of the sexual pleasuring that Batgirl had endured, her nipples were still erect and taunt against the fabric of her bra. Even asleep, quiet moans of pleasure issued from her red lips. The smell of her musk permeated the room, at least to Superman's senses as she had fairly soaked her panties and tights with her love juices.

"I suppose I could bathe you," Superman said quietly, "and put you in some clean clothes." Although Superman was not unaware of his sexual interest in the woman before him, he honestly was at a loss for what to do next. Did he just leave her, wait for her to wake up as is or try to clean her up? "Oh, great Krypton," he finally decided, "I may as well clean her up and myself as well."

Reaching back into his cape pocket, he pulled out a small box, opened it and withdrew a small gold ring. Putting it on, he felt his powers slowly drain from him. HE removed his outfit and stood naked in the bedroom. The cool air of the room made his nipples erect and he shivered slightly. The air was not really that cool but he was still getting used to the temperature changes he experienced when going from super powered to non-powered.

He walked into the bathroom and saw that Barbara had left a few 'unmentionables' hanging on the shower rack to dry. Her apartment was not unlike his own. A single shower stall, while his was a double, and a garden tub, big enough for two. His gaze flicked back and forth between the shower and the tub. While the shower would be better for clean up duty, the tub would make it easier to handle the unconscious Batgirl, especially without his powers. Making up his mind, he started the tub, added some bath bubbles and hunted up two towels. Once done, he went back into the bedroom. Barbara had moved slightly, still giving off small moans of pleasure in her sleep. Occasionally her hand would move across a breast and she would smile and exhale a moan. Superman felt a stir and his dick started to engorge.

"Well, you can't bathe in your clothes," he said as he moved over to Barbara. He stroked her smooth cheek and ran a finger across her red lips to be rewarded with a slight puckering on his finger tip. He continued his lightly run a finger around her edge of her lips and finally toward her mouth. The lips parted and a warm tongue greeted his fingers. He smiled. She was still asleep but her body was reacting automatically to his movements.

He sat on the edge of the bed, letting Barbara slowly suckle his fingers. With his other hand, he brushed her nipples before cupping her breast. She moaned and sucked a little harder. Running his fingers under the bra, he rubbed against the bottom curve of a breast, then moved up to the nipple and gave it a light pinch. Her back arched up slightly and a louder moan issued from the pouty lips. Damn if he couldn't stay here all night and do this! Moving his hand from under the bra, he moved down her tight stomach to the red bush under her panties. As his fingers made their way down the sticky material, moans issued forth and got louder. He felt her muscles twitch slightly as he ran a finger across her clit and into her very wet love hole. Even having been super fucked, her pussy was quite tight. Probably due to both her age and athletic build, he thought.

He could hear the tub filling up to the point where he would need to shut it off in a couple of minutes. Well, he thought, he could continue this in the tub. Removing his fingers from Barbara's warm mouth, he slid her panties off and then her bra. Despite having looked at her with his X-ray vision, her actual beauty was overwhelming. His cock was bone hard and demanding to be plunged into the pink slit that her found himself staring at. "Later Clark, later," he told himself as he gathered up the limp body and carried it into the bathroom.

With no too much time to spare, he turned off the tub and slowly stepped into the warm water, sliding Barbara on top of him as he settled down. She fit easily on top of him, giving a comfortable moan as the warm water covered her body. Picking up a wash cloth, he slowly began to wash her body, causing her to move slightly in pleasure. As he moved Batgirl around to wash her, some part of her body continually brushed up against his dick, causing it to remain hard and wanting. Finally done, her lay back a little and wrapped an arm around Barbara, holding her close so that he could feel her body against his, her one breast smashed into him, the other just at the water line. He slowly played with it, moving her breast in small circles and tracing the pink of her areola.

Finally he could stand it no longer. "I've cleaned your outside, now it's time to clean your insides," he said as he raised his knees up in the tub. He moved Barbara across him so that she straddled his hips. It was no easy task getting her positioned but once he did, she lay against his upraised legs and just in front of his waiting love muscle. Slowly he lifted her hips up and even more slowly, lowered her onto his hard pole. He moaned slightly in pleasure as he felt her warmth move onto his dick. Lower and lower she slid until her stopped her, grabbing her ass in both hands so that he could keep her from taking his entire length. Even unconscious, Batgirl was moaning as her pussy began to flow with lubricating juices. Moving his hips upward, he began to make short thrusts into Batgirl's love hole.

The pumping increased as water began to slosh around the tub. Batgirl's rounded butt was firmly gripped in Superman's hands as he thrust, causing Batgirl's breasts to bounce in rhythm. Her arms had been dangling down by her side but were now moving across his chest in an effort to help support her body from the bouncing. Moans of pleasure were coming from her lips as she rode him. "Oooo, yessss," she said lowly in a dreamy voice.

"Barbara?" Superman asked quietly to see if she was awake or just this side of it.

"Mmmmm, love me Superman," came a dreamy reply, "I want more."

Confused for a moment but not stopping, Superman continued to fuck away, moving one of his thumbs so that he could play with her asshole a little. She squirmed at the new sensation and moaned but said nothing. He realized then that she wasn't awake but was having an erotic dream but due to actually being fucked, she was responding even more. Leaning her over onto him, he arched his hips and continued thrusting but managed to remove a hand so that he could fondle her breasts which were now brushing up and down his chest.

With his other free hand, Superman began to further explore Batgirl's dark crevice. Lubing up a finger from the ample love juices she was producing, he slowly inserted a finger up her butt, causing her to lean forward suddenly and moan in his ear. He tuned his head slightly to kiss her, only to have her face turn and weakly return the kiss. He also felt her hips begin to move against his, not much of a movement but it was there.

"Barbara?" he asked again quietly.

Eyelids parted only slightly, "Fuck me harder Superman, make me come," came a still dreamy voice before the lips once again started the slightest of puckering against his own.

Superman began to pump faster, still thinking that Batgirl was only having an erotic dream, still being under the effect of Ivy's toxins. Her ass bounced against his thighs and he could soon feel not only her inner muscles tightening for an orgasm but also his own pressure building up for release.

"Ooooo," came a low voice as Batgirl's rounded ass wiggled and her thighs clamped together as she climaxed, " Mmmmmm."

"Ah yes," Superman replied in turn as he spurted his load into Barbara. More and more shot in to fill the love channel, and he could feel his own hot semen flow out onto his shaft. Since he had actually been having sex, the amount of semen he produced had steadily dropped and he hoped that it would not be long before his produced what was considered normal amounts.

Barbara collapsed against him, unconscious again. He stroked her hair and kissed her cheek again before stirring. Using the wash cloth, he toweled off as much as his semen as he could from her love hole and opened the tub drain. Grabbing a regular towel, he dried her off, then lay her on the carpeted floor before toweling himself off. Once done, he carried her back to the bed and covered up her nude body with the sheet.

Thinking about what to do next, he decided to put his K-ring away and gathered up Batgirl's bra and thong as his powers returned. Walking back into the bathroom, he used one of the sinks to super wash the undergarments and then used low level heat vision to dry them. Within a minute, he was putting Batgirls undergarments back on her lithe body and slipping her under the sheets. Having taken one last look at her nude body before putting her clothes on, he again wished that he could have put on his ring when he had fucked Ivy. Batgirl, as good as a fuck as she was, he knew Ivy would have been even better.

Deciding to wait for Batgirl to wake up, Superman went into the living room, picked up a chair and brought it into the bedroom. Sitting down, he waited and thought about the night's events.

In two hours, Barbara Gordon stirred in her bed. It took her several minutes to wake up enough to comprehend where she was or that Superman had been calling her name. "Superman?" she asked groggily as she sat up in the bed, teh sheet falling down to expose her top half. "Where am I? What happened?" Then she realized she was in her bed and wearing only her underclothes, "Where the hell are my clothes?" she asked as she pulled the sheet back up to her shoulders.

Superman stood up, walked slowly over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Ivy got you with one of her toxins. Do you remember anything?"

Batgirl's brows furrowed as she thought hard, "We went to the waterfront and entered one of the warehouses. We split up and I went into one of the offices. Something happened," she paused trying to remember, "I don't remember exactly what and then here I am." In truth, she remembered some erotic dreams involving her and the man before her, and somehow Ivy was involved but she kept these to herself. Surely they were nothing but her fantasies.

"Ivy hit you with some type of plant toxin that rendered you unconscious and would have killed you if I hadn't of made Ivy understand the circumstances. I had to strip you of your costume and bathe in water almost immediately or you would have died," he turned away, faking a blush, "I'm sorry for having to remove your costume without your permission but I assure you I didn't peek."

Barbara reached over to turn his head so that he faced her, "It's okay, Clark. I'm not embarrassed by my body. Had you asked, I would have said yes anyway."

"Really?"

"Uh, yes, of course," she added quickly, realizing that she had not really said that in the way she meant it, or had she? "I mean, I'm not anxious to die you know."

"Oh, yes, of course."

After a minutes of tense silence, Batgirl finally asked, "What happened to Ivy?"

"Yes, Ivy. Well, I had a nice discussion with her and I actually believe that she is going to go straight from now on."

"I don't believe it," she exclaimed, "Ivy go straight? Not even Bruce could get her to do that."

"Yes, well, um, I used a different tactic than Bruce," Superman said, "And I believe her. I'm going to check in with her again tomorrow and after that, I don't think you'll hear from her again."

"Would you care to explain this in detail or is this part of your secret mission with Ivy?"

"Um, yes. I mean, no, I can't explain because it is secret. Look Barbara, if you're okay now, I should leave and I'll tell you about all of this in more detail sometime."

"Yeah, okay," she replied disappointed as Superman stood, "And, uh Clark?"

"Yes?"

She dropped the sheet down again to expose her top half, "When I said that I would have said yes about you needing to remove my costume, that doesn't just go for the next time I get some kind of toxin on me okay? Look me up some night, huh? I mean, if you want to?"

Superman smiled, bent down and kissed her on the lips. "I would like that," he said standing up, "Bye for now." In a second, he was gone.

"Hmmm, don't stay away too long," she replied looking at now space in front of her. She let out a whoosh of breath, not believing that she had actually made a pass at Superman and he had actually accepted. "Wow," she replied as she squirmed back down on her bed, her thoughts drifting to what the future may hold.

PART 4 - THE TEST

The next night, Superman found Poison Ivy waiting for him, wearing nothing more than a green silken robe. It took only seconds for the robe to hit the floor, exposing Ivy's trim naked body. The two made love for several minutes until Ivy was too exhausted to continue but not before she managed help Superman get aroused enough to masturbate and shoot his load into the concrete floor.

"Now I know what Batgirl must have felt like last night," Ivy said as she lay across Superman's naked body, slowly stroking his semi-erect cock. "By the way, how is she?"

"She was fine when I left her last night," Superman replied as he stroked Ivy's breast.

"Well, I guess that's okay since I'm getting what I wanted." She planted a kiss on his lips then stroked his limp rod harder. "You really don't feel this?"

"Barely," he replied with a shake of his head, "It's a shame too."

She smiled at the compliment, "What if I were to...I dunno...get some Kryptonite gloves or something?"

"But then I wouldn't be invulnerable to your toxins."

"Oh, yeah. Didn't think about that," she said sadly. She really wanted to be able to please him even though the night before, she would have killed him without so much of a thought. "Well, maybe some day I'll work out something so we can be more intimate together."

"That would be nice. But, have you had time to work on what I wanted for tonight?"

Superman watched in pleasure as the tight butt walked away as Ivy got up and walked over to the counter. She brought back a clear glass vial containing six ounces of light green liquid. "Here. This can be added to food or drink since it has no taste or odor, it can be injected or just exposed to a mucus membrane. It takes effect in about five minutes and should last for an hour or so before slowly wearing off."

Superman took the vial and looked at it, "What about the effect on memory?"

"That too has been lessened. I would estimate that while under it's effect, the individual would remember everything as though through a drunken haze. They would remember events, just not crystal clear."

"And this has the same effect on men as well as women?"

Ivy smiled, "Why Superman, are you turning queer?"

"Hardly," he replied straight faced, "But will it?"

"Quite," she said losing her smile, "You men are far more easy to arouse. You should only need to use a couple of drops. More than that will only slightly intensify the effect but will lengthen the duration for a several minutes."

"I take it then that this is untested?"

Ivy nodded, "At this strength dosage, yes. But I should be very close to what you want. Care to tell me what you want it for?"

He said nothing but reached an arm around Ivy's narrow waist and drew her closer. "Let's just say that I have a party that I want to throw for somebody and I want to make sure they have a real good time. Guess I need to test it though before hand."

"Hmmm, guess I'm not invited?" she asked as she kissed him.

He returned the kiss and ran a hand down to grab her butt, "Um, for this one, I don't think it would be advisable, no. But, one day, if you keep your gorgeous ass out of trouble, you can be."

She wriggled her ass in his palm, "I think you have managed to make sure of that lover."

Superman spent another hour pleasuring Poison Ivy to the point that she could barely stand before flying off into the night sky. His mind was now thinking about how he could test the sex potion before trying it on Wonder Woman and Batman. So occupied was he that he failed to see the hidden figure that had been spying from the rooftop on the nearby warehouse. The slenderrappelled down the warehouse and vanished into the night.

Within ten minutes, Superman had achieved orbit and neared the JLA satellite. Pressing the signal button on his belt buckle, an airlock opened on the underside of the giant spinning top to permit access. He knew who was supposed to be on duty in the headquarters tonight and hoped that she would have her usual constant companion with her.

The lift deposited Superman onto the control room level. As the doors swooshed open, he could smell the lingering perfume of whom he sought. The fake blonde hair draped over the command chair simply confirmed it, "Hello Dinah."

Black Canary spun the chair around. "Hey Clark," he greeted in return, "What are you doing up here at this time of night?"

He just shrugged as he walked over to the black garbed woman, trying to ignore that she, as usual, wore far too much perfume. "Just thought I would stop by and see how things were going. I know it get's kind of lonely up here."

"That's why I come up here with her big guy," came a deep voice behind him.

Superman had heard Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow, coming down the corridor of course so there was no surprise as he turned to see the blond man in green. "I didn't think you would be far away Ollie."

The bearded man smiled as he walked over to Black Canary and put an arm around her shoulder, "Never too far from this pretty bird. So what's up?"

"Just thought I would check up on things, that and I wanted to check the roster and see who was on duty tomorrow night."

Dinah looked at her lover for a moment, "Well, we were scheduled. Why?"

"I thought you two might like to know that rumor has it that a drug cartel will be making a delivery in Star City tomorrow night. I thought that you two might like to check it out and see if you could track down anything."

"None of my sources have mentioned anything like this," Ollie said, "Where did you hear about it?"

"From a half witted drug dealer in Gotham that Batgirl and I took down the other night."

"Gotham?" Canary questioned, "What in the world were you doing there?"

"Yeah, you know how protective Bats is of his city."

Superman shrugged again, "I was just passing through." Then he sniffed the air, "Is that fresh coffee I smell?"

"Oh, yeah," Ollie answered, "I had just put on a pot when you came up."

"Sounds good," Superman said, hiding a smile as he turned, "Let me get it and bring some in." He was off before the two could argue. Within seconds, he was back with three cups of steaming coffee. Handing two over to Green Arrow, he started to drink his own. "I'll say one thing for you Ollie, you do make good java."

The other two began to drink their coffee and agreed. Superman waited for a few minutes and then tuned in his superhearing. Both Canary and Arrow's heartbeats were beginning to increase and he thought he could detect the smallest hint of woman musk in the air.

"Uh, Ollie," Canary asked, "Is it a little warm in here or is it just me?"

"Yeah it does feel a little warm," he replied as he took off his green vest, leaving a sleeveless green shirt on underneath. "Why don't you take your jacket of too, it seems to help."

Canary followed the advice after she removed her blond wig to reveal raven hair beneath. As she took off the jacket, she accidentally brushed one of her ample breasts in the process which sent her over the edge. "I have a better idea," she said almost panting, "I think it would be better to take off this top too."

Oblivious to Superman's presence now, she peeled off her top to expose two large and unhampered breasts which she quickly cupped and massaged, "Oh, much better!"

That was all it took for Arrow to go over his threshold. He reached over to draw her to him and began some deep kissing. He felt his loins move as he became aroused. He pawed at a boob as he began to try and remove his own top with one hand. Canary quickly helped him remove his shirt and then started to undo the belt buckle on his pants.

"Hmmm, looks like your little quiver has a big arrow that needs let out," she said as his pants hit the floor to expose a erect shaft all of four inches long. The length was quickly engulfed into her hungry mouth. Queen closed his eyes as she began to slide his length in and out of her hot mouth and rolling his balls around in his sack.

Superman, in the mean time, smiled in satisfaction as the two lovers peeled off the remaining clothes and continued to go after each other. Canary was a hot little whore on any given day but the plant additive was making her more so. Then he saw the lightest of green light coming toward headquarters. A quick X-ray glance confirmed that it was Hal Jordan, Green Lantern. Thinking quickly, and with a burst of superspeed, he grabbed another cup of coffee and headed down to the airlock to greet Jordan.

The green avenger had just closed the inner door when he turned and saw Superman waiting for him with a cup of steaming coffee. "Clark! What a surprise."

"Hi Hal," Superman responded with a smile, "I thought I'd come down and bring you some coffee before the two love birds upstairs drink it all."

Lantern frowned, "Ollie's up here tonight?"

"Well, wherever Dinah is, he's never far away."

Jordan nodded as he took the coffee, "Yeah, that's true." He took a sniff of the coffee and took a sip. "Hmm, did Ollie make this?"

Superman nodded. "One thing that you can say about Arrow, he makes great coffee."

Taking a larger drink, Lantern agreed. "I take it that they are up in the monitor room?"

"That's where I left them," Superman replied as he began to count down how long it would take for the plant potion to begin to work on Jordan. Just about everybody knew about how he and Dinah were sneaking around with each other when Queen was away. Obviously he was hoping to catch Dinah up on the satellite by herself tonight. Jordan was a likeable guy, more so than the arrogant loud mouthed braggart Queen and he had his own share of women, Carol Ferris for one, but as with most superheroes, there was always a catch somewhere. Ferris would sometimes revert to the super powered villianess Star Sapphire, who would just as soon kill Jordan as screw him.

"A little warm in here," Jordan said simply as the potion began to take effect.

"Um, it may be the environmental systems have a bit of a bug in them," Superman replied, "Why don't we go on up and see Dinah and Ollie?"

"Yeah, sure," Jordan replied finishing his coffee.

The lift doors opened to reveal Dinah on her back, her soft mounds bouncing in unison with the naked Oliver Queen bucking his hips against hers. "Oh my," Jordan said as he looked on, "What the hell do they think they are doing?" Then he felt his manhood growing in response to what he was seeing. "I..uh... think I need to go over and tell them to stop."

Superman watched as Jordan slowly, almost stumbling, walked over to the two. Canary looked up at him, smiled and then licked her lips. "Come on Hal, join in. There's enough for two."

Green Arrow paused for a moment but then continued banging away. Jordan replied by stripping out of his costume as fast as possible. He kneeled down by Canary's head, meaning to give her a kiss and grab a handful of tit but her hand latched onto his dick first and she dragged him over so that she could begin to suck on it. Being two inches longer than Ollie, she really wished that Hal was on the other end fucking her.

Jordan closed his eyes in pleasure as she licked and sucked his manhood. A green beam shot out form his ring to form a cushion under his body and her head so that he could stretch out more comfortably as she sucked him. "Slurp, hmmm, Hal, ooooo, ummm, could you, aaaaah....make....uhh.....one of your little green....ooohh yessss....thingies and put it where I like it?"

Jordan nodded as he pinched one of her nipples, "I know what you want baby." A length of green curved around the cushion and under one of Canary's legs to begin probing her ass. The green shaft probed deeper and slowly gained size as it began to move in and out of Canary's butt in rhythm with Queen's thrusts.

"Ughhh... yesssss. Oh God I'm gonna come!" Canary moaned as she leaned back from the double pleasuring. Ollie was himself getting ready to climax and began to hump faster until he pulled out and shot his load all over Dinah's black bush.

"Arrrr," was all he could utter as he milked his dick for all it had. Normally, he would go limp and just want to pass out but the plant fluids caused him to maintain an erection. Although he was on the verge of exhaustion, he began to fuck Canary again, but not with much enthusiasm.

Canary squirmed her ass around as the green probe continued to dig in. "Ollie dear," she called lowly, "Why don't you come up here and let me take care of you and let Hal have some hot love?"

The potion was working quite well since Queen did not argue. He moved up on his knees so that Canary could guide his dick to her lips. Meanwhile, Jordan switched places. Using his ring, he boosted Dinah's hips into the air a few inches off the floor and struck home. Her hole was quite wet from her previous loving but her thigh muscles clenched his manhood as soon as he entered. He slowly began his thrusts but Dinah had other thoughts as she began to buck and wiggle against him faster, making him pick up his pace.

"Ahhhh!" Queen moaned out as he came again, squirting a few drops of semen over the side of Dinah's cheek. He collapsed onto the floor spent. Dinah merely groaned, "Short dick, short lived." She wiped his come from her cheek and licked her hands clean but moaned loudly as Hal began to thrust harder, getting ready to bring himself to orgasm.

She wrapped her legs around his hips to draw him deeper as she thrust against him, causing her own orgasm to build again. "God YES!" she nearly screamed as her muscles spasmed. She felt a flood of hot juice erupt in her and knew that Hal had come but he was still thrusting, causing her to have a third orgasm. Finally, Hal stopped thrusting and flopped over on the floor his eyes closed and panting.

Canary was tired herself, having had three intense orgasms so close together. The tickling in her clit that had started all of this was still presence but not as noticeable as before. She looked over at Ollie. His limp dick was leaking the last of its load onto his leg. He was passed out and beyond caring. Hal was pretty much in the same shape. She stood up, looking at the two naked men in slight disappointment. She was still itching for a good fuck. "Well," she said out loud, "I guess I could shower and have little fun while I'm at it."

Turning, she saw the person who had started all of this and whom she had forgotten all about. "Umm, Superman. I forgot you were here." She sauntered over to him, rubbing her breasts together, "How bout helping a girl a little, huh?"

He frowned slightly as he looked over Canary's slick body, covered in sweat and love juices from all three. She was athletic in build and not unpleasant to look at but she really wasn't his type he decided. "Sorry Dinah, I'm not really into sloppy seconds, or in this case, thirds."

"Oh come on Clarkie," she said as her hands moved down his chest to his crouch, her body slithering down to follow, "Let's see what you got in these tights." She began to pull down his red briefs but he stopped her.

"No, really Dinah," he said as he pulled her up, "Why don't you go take that shower and clean up while I alter the video tapes so that nobody knows what happened here."

"Well fuck you then," she pouted as she swung her hands free from his chest and strode off down the corridor.

Superman shook his head in mild disgust as the naked tart vanished around the corner. "Slut," he said lowly. Still, he had to smile to himself. The potion of Ivy's worked as promised. Now all he had to do was get Batman and Wonder Woman together and have them drink or eat something.

Erasing the internal video feeds was not an easy thing to do, Superman found out. Of course, they were designed not to be easily erased. He managed to alter the images so that anyone viewing the tapes would see only Black Canary sitting at the console with Green Arrow making the occasional appearance as he walked on and off the visual pick up.

Once done, he managed to get Arrow and Lantern stirring enough to take a shower and go off to guest quarter to sleep off their plant induced experience.

A quick X-ray check showed that Canary had just finished playing with herself in the shower and was now toweling off, although with difficulty. The potion was beginning to get her sleepy as well. After a few minutes, she stumbled off to the same quarters where Jordan had passed out. Superman thought about letting her crawl into bed with him but since Ollie was onboard, he decided against it. Flying down the corridor, he landed behind Canary as she entered Jordan's quarters.

"This way Dinah," he said softly as he turned her around and toward the room with Ollie in it, "Ollie's in here."

"Oh," she said sleepily, "Thanks Clark? When did you come on board? Why am I so sleepy?"

"Umm, well. I came up to tell you about a drug ring in Star City but you and Ollie were, um, well, engaged. I left you two alone for a while before coming back up."

"Oh," she replied groggily, "I seem to remember something about you saying something about a drug ring but can't remember. Guess I was pretty much out of it."

"Ah, no, you were pretty much ON it. Any way, why don't you and arrow check on the drug ring tomorrow night and I'll get Batman and... hmmm, I guess Diana, can take over for the one night."

"Yeah, okay," she said dreamily, "I'll tell Ollie. Night Clark."

"Goodnight Dinah," he replied as she stumbled into the room and the door closed behind her, "You little whore."

PART 5 - HOOK, LINE AND SINKER

"What do you mean that Arrow and Canary can't make it to duty?" Batman nearly demanded as Superman stood before him, "This is their assigned week, well, hers anyway."

"All I know Bruce," Superman replied, "Is that they said they had a hot tip on some drugs coming through Star City tonight and they wanted to make the bust. I figured you could manage a night off since Diana said that she wouldn't mind sharing night watch with you."

"Oh she did, did she?" he asked with suspicion, "Diana said that she would share a night watch with me?"

"Okay Bats, you got me," he said with a sheepish smile, "I told her Plastic Man was going to be on watch and she just begged me to let her get up there so she could spend the night with him."

"You know Clark," Batman said grimly, "Humor is not your strongest point."

"You're one to talk," he replied, "Come one Bats, what about it? Just the one night?"

"Very well but you'll have to transport me up."

"No problem. I have to beam up Diana as well. How about I transport the two of you up around six and I'll have a meal prepared for you to make up for having to call on you last minute?"

"Now I know something's up. You cook? Ha!"

"You know, that's probably the first time I have ever gotten a laugh out of you."

Batman looked at him with a stone face, "I didn't laugh, I was being audacious."

"Sure you were. Look, I'll transport you up at six, okay?"

Batman simply nodded as he turned away to walk back to the computer project he had been working on when Superman interrupted him.

Superman took the nod as it was intended and flew off. Now there was a certain Amazon to go see. In one minute he was standing on top of the Hart's Plaza building watching the statuesque Wonder Woman dealing out the final punches to a would be bank robber with three others already sprawled out behind her. A fifth gunman peered around the corner of the bank and leveled his pistol on the heroine. She turned at the sound of the pistol cocking and threw her wrists up in front to block the incoming bullets. Three rapid shots were fired but, with some confusion, there were no bullets to block with her bracelets.

"Firing blanks?" she questioned herself as two more shots rang out, but again, no bullets reached her. The crook was confused himself and even though he had one bullet left, he threw the gun at her before turning to run. Uncoiling her magic lasso, she threw the golden rope around the crook and pulled, sending him to the ground on his back. She took a few steps forward as she dragged him to her and that is when se saw five shiny blobs of metal on the sidewalk. She then felt a slight rise in ambient temperature and she knew instantly what had happened.

Looking up around the surrounding buildings, she saw the blue figure and the flutter of a red cape behind. "Be there in a minute Kal," she said quietly, knowing that he could hear her easily.

"What did you do to my gun Wonder Woman?" was the first thing that the crook said as she hoisted him up to his feet, "I loaded that myself this morning. How come no bullets came out?"

She smiled as she bent over to pick up the revolver and opened the cylinder to drop out the remaining hollow point shell into her palm. "Let's just say it's magic," she replied with a smile as distant police sirens neared. She then focused her gaze on the man, "You will remain standing here and surrender peacefully to the police."

The man's face blanked as he repeated her command. She loosened her lasso, turned and jumped up to the roof where Superman had been patiently standing. "Hi Kal," she said beaming a smile, "What brings you here? Finally come to take me up on that offer of lunch or whatever?"

Superman smiled in return. If it wasn't for wanting to return the favor for Bruce, he would take her up on the offer. He was tempted to anyway. "Now what would an Amazon princess want with a Kansas farmboy like me?"

She smiled and jutted out her ample breasts slightly to let him catch of glimpse of her cleavage. She traced the S on his chest, "I don't think of you as a Kansas hick and you know it, Kal."

"Hmm, well, may be you don't but I still have some...well, I guess inferiority issues in that department."

"You are the last person in the universe that should have an inferiority complex about anything. I would be more than happy to help prove that you know. I can perhaps help you in ways you might not realize."

Her sincerity was really making this hard, along with his manhood. "Perhaps you can at that Diana. But for right now, I need to ask a favor."

She pouted a little, "What do you need?"

"Green Arrow and Black Canary are scheduled for monitor duty tonight, well actually only Canary but you know how those two are. Anyway, they want to try and do a drug bust tonight so we need someone to take over tonight. Bruce agreed to take a shift and he was hoping that may be you would as well."

"Me? Bruce wants me to join him on monitor duty?" she was frowning know, "Do you know what its like to be on duty with the Dark Knight? He is so dour and humorless."

"Well," Superman replied with a slight nod, "If you want someone more likeable I'll ask Plastic Man if he can make it."

A fist impacted his chest. "DON'T YOU DARE!" she said between clenched teeth, "Not even as a joke, ever suggest such a thing."

"Alright, alright," he said raising his hands up in surrender. "Look, I'll make cook up a special dinner for the two of you as make up for all of this."

She put her back to him, arms crossed, "Not enough."

He moved up behind her, his eyes taking in her long legs, firm butt and smooth shoulders beneath long raven hair. "What else?" he asked softly.

She turned around, finding herself nearly face to face with him. She ran her hands across his broad chest. "I know of a small island in the Pacific that has no people but does have warm beaches and a waterfall that spills into a large pool of cool, clean water. I have transplanted several species of fruit trees and flowers there as well. It's my private get-away spot. I want to show it to you, "she drew near to him, looking up into his blue eyes and making sure that her tits were bulging upward in her outfit, "and a few other things."

He nodded as he bent his head and kissed her on the lips. "That's easily promised."

She broke the kiss off reluctantly, "Then I guess I can force myself not to punch out Bruce when he begins to complain about the merits of Arkham Asylum."

"Good. I'll transport you up around six tonight."

She nodded as she traced a finger down his chest, lifting it away just as the fingertip made it to his red briefs. "I looking forward to an island escape."

He nodded before zooming off into the sky, a smile on his face. First Jennifer, then Lois, Barbara and Poison Ivy, now he had the promise banging Wonder Woman on some island paradise. None of it would have been possible without Bruce's creation. Well, he was going to make sure that this was one night that the Batman would never forget.

PART 6 - MIDNIGHT SNACK

The Dark Knight found himself beaming aboard the JLA satellite at exactly 6:00 pm Gotham time. If Wonder Woman was going to be beamed up at 6:00 her time, he still had and hour before she appeared. He looked at the control board, expecting to see Superman standing by but did not.

"Superman?" he called out as he stepped off the platform and saw that the monitor room was completely empty. No, not completely empty. A small table and two chairs had been set with an unlit candle in the center. Two wine glasses, two water glasses, dishes and silverware lay on top of a white silken table cloth.

"There you are," came a voice from the corridor, "Sorry I had to rush after beaming you up but the chicken needed put in the oven."

Batman frowned as Superman walked up to the table. "Chicken? What is all of this?"

"I promised you a dinner remember? I'm fixing you and Diana a little Cornish game hen apiece with some side dishes and a good white wine."

"Right. Now when are you going to tell me about what this is really about because this is too obvious of a set up, even for you."

Superman frowned. "Bruce Wayne! It sounds as if you don't trust me," he said with a hurt voice.

"I don't trust anybody," Batman said grimly, "Least of all those who prepare meals for others without expecting something in return."

"I'm expecting nothing in return. I just thought you and Diana might like something to eat while on monitor duty. You certainly don't have to eat it if you don't want."

"Does this have anything to do with the ring that I provided?"

"Ring?" Superman repeated in fake obliviousness, "Ring? Oh, that ring. Um, not really. Well, I guess somewhat. I mean, you did say that you thought Diana was hot, right?"

"Not in so many words but, yes."

"Alright then. Just consider this as...a down payment."

Batman clenched his fist and grimaced, "I knew it. I swear that if you had that ring on right now I would punch your lights out for setting me up like this."

"Wait on a minute Batsy. Just what are you afraid of huh? Are you afraid that by simply sitting down to dinner with Diana that you're going to make her lose control of herself and she'll fall all over for you and you won't be able to meet her standards?"

Batman turned his back on Superman and walked towards the monitor seat. "And just what did you promise Canary and Arrow to give up tonight's duty?"

"Nothing at all. They honestly wanted to bust a drug ring tonight. A bit paranoid no aren't you?"

"That's why I'm still alive."

"And I noticed how you changed the subject, Bruce. Are you afraid that Wonder Woman is more woman than you can handle? Or maybe you just don't know how to handle things if she begins to get slightly interested in you? Don't like a woman in charge do you?"

Batman sat down in the chair heavily, "As the hippies would say, 'Keep guessing Sherlock'."

"Good!" he exclaimed, "You should have no problem eating dinner with her."

"I'm not hungry."

"You know Bruce, you can be a real pain in the bat sometimes," Superman turned away and headed for the galley, "Well, I'm sure Diana will be hungry and I suppose she won't mind eating alone. It will just prove what everyone says about you."

"What? That I'm a grim minded SOB?"

"That," Superman nodded, "And a class one party pooper."

"Fine then! I'll eat dinner with Diana if for no other reason that to get that cloy smile off of your face and we can call it even with the ring since I doubt you would ever be able to hold up your end of the bargain anyway."

"What ever you say Bruce. I need to go back to the galley." And with that, he was off, leaving a very grim faced Batman to turn and look at the earth monitors.

As time passed, the blue transporter beam lit up the transport platform as the energy solidified into the tall form of Wonder Woman. She stepped off the platform and was immediately struck by the odor of food. "Something smells good." she said, "Kal?"

"He's still in the galley cooking," came a voice from behind the monitoring chair.

"Bruce?" she said as she walked up to the small table and examined what was on it, "What is all of this?"

Batman turned around, "Ask Clark. This was his idea."

"He told me that Canary and Arrow requested the night off to track down some drug dealers."

Getting up and walking to the table, the Dark Knight nodded, "That's what he told me too. I checked, Canary said she remembered that he told her last night here in the station that he had heard about the drug runners in Star City and suggested that they check it out tonight and that he would get us to cover them."

"Then...what? He set all of this up? For what reason?"

Batman gritted his teeth for a moment, "I have my suspicions but for now, I think we should just see what he has in mind."

Wonder Woman was puzzled but nodded. She sat down at the table, "The food smells good. And the wine," she added as she took the bottle from the ice bucket, "not a common vintage. Kinkade del la Oro. Never heard of it."

Batman nodded, "I have. It is bottled by a very small and exclusive vintner in France. You're looking at around $100,000 for that bottle."

"Yours then?"

He shook his head, "Not hardly. Although this is an exception, cost doesn't necessarily mean good wine. Clark said that he saved the life of Kinkade's daughter and Kinkade felt that a bottle or two was suitable reward."

"Hmmm. Well, if the food is equal to the wine, I can't wait."

"Then don't wait," came a voice from behind them, "Dinner is served." Superman said as he appeared, pushing a silver cart towards the table.

"Did you cook this?" Diana asked as the delicious odor filled the air.

"Um, yes," he replied, "Despite what Bruce thinks, I can cook fairly well."

"We'll see about that," came the deep voice of Batman, "But I must agree with Diana, it does smell good."

"Good. I have fixed a nice fresh salad, Cornish game hens, a few side dishes and dessert," he informed them as he lifted the silver dome lids from each platter. "As I have plans of my own tonight, I will leave you two to eat and with thanks for covering for Canary and Arrow. You will also find a few snacks in the refrigerator for later tonight."

"So you're not staying?" Diana asked, sounding a little disappointed.

"Ah, no," Superman replied, "I have some research to do on the effects of radiation on Pacific Island communities for a report tomorrow. But I hope you enjoy dinner." He bid the two good night before lifting off and flying down to the hanger and out of the station.

Instead of flying to earth though, he stopped just outside the satellite so he could watch the two inside with his X-ray vision.

After some uncomfortable silence, Batman and Wonder Woman began their dinner. Surprising to both of them, everything they tasted was quite good. The wine bottle was soon three quarters empty, although neither was showing much of an effect from the alcohol. Superman smiled each time Batman hesitated before consuming a forkful of food, knowing that he was suspicious of each bite. That was why he did not doctor any of the dinner, but he did add the plant potion to the midnight snacks that he had left. And he knew that they would be consumed because he had planned carefully and made sure he included Diana's favorite, chocolate dipped strawberries and Bruce's cream cheese and jalapeno dip with carrots.

The two did not carry on much of a dinner conversation other than polite small talk about how surprising the food was. When finished, Batman volunteered to clean up to the surprise of Wonder Woman. Later, the two sat at the various monitors to watch for any dire emergencies. It was 11:30 when Wonder Woman decided to take a break and see what type of snacks Superman had left for them. To her glee, she saw the strawberries.

"Damn, what a romantic," she said quietly as she pulled the bowl of treats out and quickly devoured one of the strawberries. She also saw the white dip and carrots. "Bruce! He left you some of that dip that you like. Do you want me to bring any out?"

"Sure, why not?" came an almost bored tone.

Walking out as she munched another strawberry, she handed Batman his dip and carrots. "Hmm, let's see if Clark's dip is as good as his chicken," Batman said as he dipped in one of the small carrots into the cream cheese and ate it. "Not bad," he said as he began to dip another.

"The strawberries are delicious," Wonder Woman exclaimed as she ate three more, "Kal should stop worrying about reporting news and become a chef."

Batman actually gave a short laugh, "Especially fast food. One quick burst of heat vision and it's cooked."

Wonder Woman smiled at the slight joke. Munching another strawberry, she began to realize that maybe being on watch duty with Batman wasn't so bad after all. Although she had seen Batman as Bruce Wayne before, it had been sometime and she was having trouble remembering exactly what he looked like, then she was some what amused that she wanted to suddenly know. "Bruce?" she asked, "Do you ever take off your cowl? Even while you're up here?"

Batman was somewhat taken aback by the question, "Well, not usually no. I guess I am just so used to wearing it that I really don't think of taking it off. I sometimes think I spend more time as Batman than as Bruce Wayne." Popping another carrot in his mouth, he removed his cowl and unfastened his cape.

Woman Woman's smile increased as she looked at the handsome face of Bruce Wayne. In fact, she was beginning to think some improper thoughts as she studied the chiseled features. A slight wave of heat passed over her and a slight tingling sensation began to let itself be known in her womanhood. Without realizing it, she walked up to Batman and out her hands on his shoulders and gazed at him. "You know Bruce, you are quite handsome without that bat cowl. I imagine you have woman throwing themselves at you everywhere you go."

Wayne laughed, "Oh yes, Catwoman tends to throw herself and several sharp edged objects at me quite often. Of course you have men throwing themselves at your feet."

"Yes, well, usually when they are surrendering," she replied, "Is it a bit warm in here or is it just me?" she asked as her hands casually brushed her bare shoulders.

"It could be the environmental controls," he replied as he stood up. He really did not feel any different but went along with her, "It does feel a bit warm."

The two were now standing in front of each other only a foot or so apart. "Bruce? Do you think I'm beautiful?" Wonder Woman asked as she ran her hands down her front, exciting her nipples as she did and making that tingling sensation in her crotch increase.

"Yes I do," he replied simply as he felt a stirring in his cod piece, "Very much so."

Diana blushed slightly, something unusual for her. Perhaps it was because of the temperature or perhaps it was because she was getting very turned on. She ran a finger down Batman's chest, "I imagine that uniform gets warm in the summer. It looks heavy with those boots, the belt and cape."

Bruce felt an electric jolt at her touch. "Um, yes, it does get a bit warm. Some what like now in fact. Of course you probably get a bit cold in your come winter."

"Not really. Cold doesn't bother me that much but I dislike very warm temperatures."

"Yes, I know what you mean. I guess we could turn the temperature down."

Wonder Woman shook her head as the itching in her crotch was now beginning to make her wet. "I have a better idea, why don't we just change out of our costumes. It would be more comfortable that way. Besides, I would like to take off this girdle."

"Girdle?"

"Yes, my girdle of Minerva." She leaned close to Batman to whisper in his ear, his body heat nearly driving her crazy. "Don't tell anyone but the girdle is what grants me strength and invulnerability. That and the bracelets. When I take them off," she paused to catch her breath, "My strength as normal as any woman."

Batman couldn't stand it any longer. He reached behind the princess and planted a solid kiss on her ruby red lips. She returned the kiss and wrapped her arms around him. She broke the kiss off and looked at him. "Take me Bruce. I need a man right now and you are more than man enough."

Batman smiled, "If only you knew how long I have wanted to do so."

They kissed again and when they broke off, Wonder Woman reached behind her back to unfasten her girdle. It dropped to the floor, followed by her bracelets, tiara, boots and finally her costume. She stood before the awed Batman unashamedly naked. She grew up used to the nakedness of her Amazon sisters on Themyscira and was proud of her body. After all, Aphrodite herself had a hand in her creation and looks.

Bruce Wayne couldn't say a word as he gazed at the goddess before him. Her raven hair fell below smooth squared shoulders, her breasts were not quite as large as he had thought, probably due to the confines and uplifting of her costume but they were beautiful. He imagined she was 36 maybe 38 C. They were well rounded and full but not drooping nor tight with muscles as female weight lifters often were. Her nipples were deep pink and erect, beckoning his hands or mouth to latch on. A tight stomach and narrow waist led to well formed hips no more than 36 inches. Her pubes were as well shaped as her body, forming a neatly trimmed triangle of black that led down long shapely legs.

He gulped a swallow. He had seen Catwoman nude, Poison Ivy, the floozy Black Canary, Vickie Vale and even Barbara Gordon. He had his trysts with movie starlets, various supermodels and daughters or sisters of rich jetsetters. None, absolutely none could compare to the vision before him.

"Well, do you like what you see?"

"Words can not express what I think right now."

She walked up to him to grab his hands in hers and place them on her breasts. "Aren't you the one that always say actions speak louder than words? Come Bruce, quench this thirst I have for you."

He did not need asked twice. Boots, belt, tights and shirt hit the floor. Now he stood naked before the princess, his exceedingly well toned body matching hers. His rock hard manhood stood poised like a javelin. Diana licked her lips as she gazed over his body. She noticed the many scars from his battles with guns, knives and other assorted weapons but his physique was that of Ares. "Merciful Minerva," she said as she ran her hand down his stomach to stroke his nine inch manhood, "I don't know what I want first, to taste your seed or let you take me as any conquering hero has the right to."

Bruce gasped as her touch nearly made him climax. "I want you Diana. No teasing, no wasting time on minor pleasures." He grabbed her to him, reaching behind to grab her ass with both hands. As they kissed, he lifted her up slightly, enough for his dick to slide between her wet thighs. As the head of his shaft touched her now very sensitive pussy, she raised up on tip toe, then finding that was not enough, she raised herself up by pushing up on his broad shoulders. Slowly she let herself down, squirming to fit his manhood into her slick love hole.

Almost instantly she climaxed as his length slid into her. She very rarely ever took a man and only used a dildo on rare occasions. She was used to another female's love from time to time but this. She had been sexually excited before seeing Bruce naked, now, to feel him in her was a release to her flood gates. Before he had managed to thrust his manhood into her twice, she climaxed, her thighs tightening their grip on his hips. "OOOOOHHH! Great Hera make this last forever! ARRRGGGG," she moaned as she ground her inner muscles as the orgasm wracked through her body.

Bruce managed to keep from his own climax as he began to plant kisses on her neck, nipple her ear and then kiss her on the mouth deeply, his tongue finding hers as eager to probe and meet as his own. He started to thrust his hips while holding her ass in his hands. Her inner muscles fit him like a glove as he pumped. He felt the electric of her breasts stroking his with each thrust. "God Diana, I have never wanted a woman as bad as you. Come again," he said moaning on his own, "Come with me."

Diana raked her nails across his back before she leaned backward, her hands wrapped around his neck. "Ride me Bruce!" she nearly yelled as her hips bucked against his. She couldn't understand why she was so sexually excited and she didn't care. She thought momentarily of Superman but the thrusting she was experiencing drove that image out. Her clit was on fire as her love juices fueled Bruce's quick thrusts. She desperately wished that the two had went to a bed or just lain down on the floor so that he could have better access to the rest of her body. His hands were fire on her ass but she wanted them kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples, stroking her hair. She wanted him to love all of her. "Ahhh, yes, yes, faster Bruce, faster. I'm going to come again!"

Sweat broke out on Bruce's forehead and he could feel rivulets run down his back as he pumped harder and faster. He tried to thrust upward to drive deeper into Wonder Woman. If they had thought and made it to one of the quarters, he knew he could please her more. She was riding him, bucking and squirming against each thrust as his balls bounced against the crack of her firm ass cheeks. He felt heat rise in his nuts and a tightening begin.

"Uhh, uhhh, Diana, uhhh, uhhh, I'm not going to last, uhhh, uhhh, much longer."

She drew herself back to him and nibbled his ear as her own muscles began to twitch. "Guh, uhh, aaahhh, I'm cumming too lover, uhh, spank me. Make me cum!"

No sooner had she said that than the sound of hand slapping flesh. The instant the swat came, Bruce felt Diana's legs tighten around him and felt her shudder. As her inner muscles wetly squeezed his manhood, he felt his own hot release as load after load filled her. Minutes went by as the two clutched each other in the first afterglow together.

"Hmmm, Bruce?" Diana said softly, "Why don't we continue this in a bed somewhere so we can enjoy each other a bit more."

He nodded as he let her untangle herself from him. His dick was now only semi-erect but he knew it would take only a moment to stand at attention again. He reached out for her hand and led her to one of the quarters for the king sized bed that lay beyond the door. Right now, he felt like a king and wanted more than anything to treat the Amazon princess like the queen that she was. Just the thought of laying her on the soft sheets brought him back to hardness.

Having just looked down and witnessed the renewed rise in the man beside her, Diana clutched his hand harder before putting it around her waist and hers around his. "Hmm, I see that even without your utility belt, you carry a batarang with you. I hope it returns home quite often tonight."

He paused to kiss her, "By God, so do I."

In space, Superman smiled to himself as he watched the two new lovers slide into bed, and one another. He pin wheeled and headed for earth, mission accomplished.

PART 7 - BY DAWN'S EARLY KNIGHT

Bruce awoke first, a soft face on his bare chest and a long leg draped over his. He looked over and saw the raven hair flowing behind the angelic face of Wonder Woman. The activities of the previous night were clearly burned into his memories. The two had made love, several times in fact, and the memory of each touch, each kiss brought his heart rate up. The clock on the small night stand told him that it was 8:00 in the morning, late for him. He didn't really want to disturb the goddess asleep next to him but knew that the two had to get up and on with the day. He lightly brushed her cheek until her blue eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him and a smile spread across her face.

"Morning Bruce," she said softly.

"Morning beautiful," he replied as his free hand stroked the small of her back and the curve of her butt. "I feel like I have died and this is heaven."

"Same here lover. I have never had a man please me as you did last night. I hope that it will not be the last."

"Really? You mean that?"

"Why of course, " she replied as her hands wandered down to fondle his semi-erect manhood, "When you're out of the Batman character and actually act like Bruce Wayne, How could any woman resist?"

His answer was a deep and passionate kiss. "You could make me want to retire from the hero business."

"Oooo, well right now, what say we get in one more swing on your bat rope before we have to leave?"

Rolling her on top of him so that she straddled his eager manhood, Batman smiled. "Anything for you princess."

Four hours later, Bruce Wayne walked into the Gotham City Library to find a slender red-haired woman behind the librarian's desk. Barbara Gordon looked up in surprise.

"Bruce Wayne? What are you doing here this early?"

"Hello Babs," he said uncharacteristically informal, "I just wanted to stop by and say thanks about last night."

"I hope I didn't spoil anything by telling you. I just though that you should know about Su... I mean, Clark and uh, Pamela in case there was something wrong."

Bruce Wayne shook his head with a smile, "No, you didn't spoil a thing. The broad spectrum antidote that I took worked but I still had the time of my life. In fact, you could say that it changed my life."

Barbara tilted her head in confusion, "Care to explain that?"

"Uh, no. All I can say is that Clark owed me a favor and he more than paid off for it even if he had help from Pamela. And as far as she is concerned, I believe that she will go straight."

"Ookay," Barbara replied, obviously knowing that she wasn't getting the whole story and that Batman was unlikely to tell her. "So what are you dressed up for?" She asked noting that he wore a black silk jacket with matching pants and an immaculate white shirt and bow tie. This was the type of outfit one wore to high social gatherings.

"Oh, this old thing?" he answered looking down his suit, "I just decided to give my clothes an airing out. It's been a while since I wore anything without a cape. Besides, I have a lunch date with a princess."

"Really?" Barbara asked in interest, "What country?"

"At the moment, ours."

Now she was truly puzzled, "But the United States doesn't have any royal families. There is no princess of the United States."

Bruce smiled as he turned away, "Oh yes there is. One very special one in fact. See you around Barb, but it may only be in the library for a while."

Barbara Gordon shook her head in puzzlement as she watched Bruce Wayne walk away. A princess in the United States? Then the shock of what it meant almost sent her to the floor. "Well I'll be damned," she said under her breath, "He's been playing Bat Blanket Bingo with a real princess." Then she called out to him "Hey Bruce! Hope you have a wonderful time."

Bruce turned to give the thumbs up as he continued to walk out. He certainly hoped that he would.

I normally write non-erotic stories so I hope you, the reader enjoy this attempt. Unlike some of the stories I have read here, I do not follow the typical 'adult movie' theme and have a lot of sex with little story line but rather have a story line with a lot of sex. If you enjoyed this story or have constructive comments, feel free to email me at :cryptopaleo@wmconnect.com