This is an adult oriented story portraying sexual situations. If you are offended reading such a story, then what the hell are you doing on this website? This story takes place after the previous three stories of; Lois and Clark: Their First Time, The Bat and the Princess and Brainiac's Lusty Lab. You'll just have to read them and catch up. A Seed Planted
Batgirl stood on the edge of the Richter Building, a ten story office complex just outside of the Gotham Piers. The night breeze blew back her red hair causing a welcomed coolness to her aching neck. The warehouse that she was staring at appeared green in her nightscope and much closer than the actual half mile distance. Warehouse number 13 filled her scope and her entire concentration. She was here for a definite answer to what had been nagging her for three months. The answers she sought were not based on just one event but rather several. She was no Batman, but she was able to do a decent job at detective work and putting two and two together to get something more than three and less than five.
First, there had been that meeting with Superman when he wanted to look up Poison Ivy in order to do a favor for Batman. Since that night, Batgirl, or rather, Barbara Gordon, had been having some extremely erotic and realistic dreams concerning the Man of Steel. She still wasn't sure if the dreams were based on something that actually happened but had only the faintest of memories, which she thought likely, or was total fantasy. She had then caught an apparent secret meeting between Superman and Poison Ivy the next night at the very warehouse she was watching. After telling Batman about things, he had begun to act strangely. Not bad strange, but after that next night, he and Wonder Woman had apparently started a hot and heavy relationship.
Another strange thing was that Pamela Isley, otherwise known as Poison Ivy, had apparently gone straight. She had set up a plant research facility in the warehouse and had already produced several new species of flowers that had no insidious functions. Most were simply flowers of different and brilliant colors never before seen. One even fluoresced in the dark and was bright enough to be used as a nightlight. Others were fragrant enough to serve as air fresheners, three somehow gave off light humming sounds that sounded like angelic voices. One new low light requirement plant was already being tested by NASA for their space program as it produced oxygen at tremendous rates, enough to supply oxygen for deep space missions so large oxygen tanks did not have to be used.
In addition, something which she had caught notice of accidentally, was that the Man of Steel was visiting Ivy at least once a week at the warehouse. If Batman knew about it, he had yet to say anything to her. Nor was she going to tell him until she knew exactly what was going on. Tonight, Batgirl was going to get to the bottom of events. She doubted that there was anything sinister going on. If there were, certainly some crime of enormous proportions would have been committed by now. This time, Batgirl was ready for surveillance. She had several unidirectional supersensitive microphones aimed at the warehouse so that she could hopefully hear what she could not see, although she did have five remote cameras positioned around the area. She moved her scope slightly to focus on the Greater Gotham Bank tower and focused on the clock. Nine thirty. If Superman was going to show, it would be soon.
No sooner had she made the thought and focused back on the warehouse than the sound of a miniature jet was heard. She smiled to herself as she watched that small jet land right foot first in front of the warehouse door. Superman had just arrived. He stepped in without looking around. Good. He had not noticed any of the lead shielded surveillance equipment she had set about. She alternately switched between microphones until she hit one that was bringing in what she recognized as Superman and Ivy.
"Hello Pamela," came the deep voice of Superman, "That red outfit really looks good on you."
Batgirl's mouth dropped open and remained that way as she heard a woman's giggle and the reply. "Well, I thought that maybe I've worn green for too long. I'm ready to branch out. Hmmm, looking at your brief's, it looks like you are too."
"I didn't know you had developed x-ray vision Pamela," came the reply.
"I haven't but I do know my plants and right now, you are sporting my favorite type of wood. Come on over here lover and let me play lumberjack."
"I don't believe what I am hearing," Batgirl said lowly to herself. She quickly put her scope down and looked at the remote monitor she had on the rooftop. She scanned through the video cams until she saw movement on the one that was focused on the window of Ivy's office. Well, Isley's office, she corrected herself since it seemed Ivy was no longer active. She zoomed the cam and frowned at what she saw, though with the sounds she was hearing, she was not surprised. She saw the back of a woman, red hair flowing down her nude body. She stared momentarily at the beautiful woman. Batman had once remarked how similar Ivy was to Batgirl in physique. He had been quite right. Isley was not quite as lithe as Barbara, but very close. It seemed as though she could be looking at a slightly older version of herself or perhaps a sister.
She panned the camera up slightly as she saw another flesh colored form in front of the woman. Superman was naked as well but mostly hidden by Isely's body. The discussion that she was hearing was definitely leading up to a romantic encounter between the two. Keeping her eyes on the monitor, she saw Superman come up to Isely, reach around to grab a butt cheek in each hand and gently lift her up for a kiss. Isley wrapped her arms around Superman's neck and was apparently kissing him deeply as her legs wrapped around his waist.
Batgirl could hear the muffled kissing as she tilted the cam down slightly, still not believing everything she was witnessing. She saw Isley's hip and the top of her butt crack but... was she wearing some kind of weird G-string? Batgirl blinked her eyes clear and looked again. She rubber her eyes, "I must be more tired than I thought," she said to herself in disbelief. The cam was zoomed to max and she saw what she had thought she was mistaken about. Up against Isley's ass, covering up her butt crack was an enormous dick. Superman's dick!
"You really know how to get a girl going lover," came Isley's sultry voice, "Just lift me up a bit and let slide down that pole of steel. Ahh, yes, that's it. Ohhhhh yessss!"
Batgirl watched as Isley's tight butt was brought down and Superman's dick slid home into her hot little greenhouse. "Ooo, bet that smarts a bit," Batgirl said as she imagined herself mounting on that huge rod. Based on the sounds and the video, Isley was not having that much of a problem and was, in fact, enjoying it quite a bit. She could see the red hair bounce in time with the white butt cheeks as Superman pumped in and out rhythmically.
"Oh yes, yes, more, more, ride my ass Superman, ride me."
Batgirl continued to watch and listen for another minute and then felt herself going moist. "Hmmm," she said as she looked around the rooftop, "I wonder if I dare." She looked away from the monitor to scan the rooftops with the nightscope. She saw nothing out of the ordinary as the sounds of hot and heavy sex continued to fill her ears and get her more and more excited. She let one hand drift to her already erect nipple. She fondled herself as she glanced back at the monitor. She was now seeing Isley's pleasure filled face as over the rounded rump Superman fucked her doggie style. Well, she mused, dogwood style.
A gloved hand moved to her crouch. She rubbed herself through her uniform but was somewhat dismayed at the lack of feeling. It felt good but did nothing to ease the itching, the need that she felt. "Well, hell," she said as she scanned the roof tops one more time. There was a two foot tall wall that surrounded her roof top but there were six other buildings in the area that were taller. Still, she saw no lights in any of the windows. She edged closer to the roof wall and pulled off a glove. She sat up and pulled her uniform tights down far enough that she could freely finger herself. She was already very wet. Her fingers wove their way through her red bush to stroke her eager clit.
"Damn I wish I could trade places with Ivy for just a few minutes," she said to herself as she began to work herself up. "Hmmm, aaaaahhh, damn! Mmmmm." She continued to finger her love hole as she watched the action on the monitor and heard the loud moans from Pamela. "Hmmm, seems that Superman isn't getting much pleasure," she said as she failed to hear any groaning from the Man of Steel, nor did his face look as anything beyond a blank manikin's. She stopped fingering herself as the sudden rush of memory hit her. All of this seemed incredibly familiar. Had she seen Superman fucking Ivy before and somehow forgotten? She looked at her fingers, slick with her love juices. Images ran through her mind. Seeing Poison Ivy smiling at her, herself masturbating in front of Ivy. Superman coming in and... "MY GOD!"
She looked at the monitor again. Superman had flipped Isley around and was pumping her faster as he sucked one pink nipple and then another. By the sounds, Ivy was getting ready to climax. She had seen this before. That night that she had joined Superman in looking for Poison Ivy. Something had happened. Superman had fucked her that night and fucked Ivy too. She remembered bits and pieces. Superman had explained only some of what happened when they were in her apartment much later that night. Ivy had used some type of toxin on her he had said. He had left out what she now remembered. Because of the poisonous toxins, he had to fuck her to save her life. He may have even loved her once they were back at her apartment. That is why she had such erotic dreams. But why was Superman down there now, fucking that red haired poison ass bitch?
"AHHHHHH!" Pamela finally came as she bucked her hips against the rock hard length in her. Her legs spasmed as another orgasm came and another. "God, that was great as always lover," she finally gasped out. She kissed him deeply, "What can I do for you lover?"
Superman smiled. "You know that you don't have to do anything Pamela. I am here more for you than myself. I want you to be happy, I want to make sure that you realize that there are far more benefits to being straight than being a criminal."
Pamela reached up and kissed him again. "I have realized that Superman, many times now. And I don't mind turning you on. We are alike Superman, neither of us can have normal sex. If we two can not please one another, who else will?"
Superman frowned inwardly. He had other avenues to release his sexual urges now, more than he ever thought possible. Was it so dishonest to not admit that to Pamela? Perhaps he should forget about his urges and see if there was a chance that he could not only just ease Pamela's but perhaps cure them. He looked down and the gorgeous woman and her emerald green eyes. If he had to choose between her, Kara, Diana, Barbara and Lois as to who was the most fuckable, he seriously doubted he could. Well, actually he could knock Lois off the list these days but still, she was a great fuck.
"Pamela, have you actually tried to cure yourself?"
The red head frowned slightly, putting her hands on her hips. "Cure myself of what? Wanting sex?"
Superman smiled, "No, that's not what I meant. I mean, have you tried to rid your body of the toxins so that you could pursue normal men?"
She smirked as she reached down and grabbed his enormous member, "Now why would I want to do that when I can get this monster? Settle for a twig when I can get the trunk?"
"But you could lead a normal life. Don't you want to have children someday?"
Pamela almost smacked the Man of Steel as her face flushed red in anger. "You know I do!"
Superman stepped back from the outburst in surprise. "No, I didn't Pamela. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."
Pamela stepped into his arms and began to sob. "I'm sorry. I'm not angry at you, really. It's just... I have wanted to have a normal life for so long. You of all people should understand that."
Superman kissed her forehead. "Yes, I do. Believe me. Have you tried?"
She looked up into his sky blue eyes and saw the genuine sincerity. "Yes. The toxins are in every cell of my body. There is simply no way to get rid of it unless you know of some way to cleanse each and every cell in my body."
Superman shook his head. "Not right off hand, no. But if I could find a way?"
"I'd marry you in a heart beat and have a hundred kids."
Superman smiled but lightly shook his head, "As much as I would love to take you up on that offer Pamela, I can't have children. At least not with a human."
"What?" she asked, then thought a second, "You're Kryptonian. You're DNA is different isn't it? Even if somehow you lost your powers, you still could never..." she trailed off as she saw the answer in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I probably would not have said this four months ago but I am sorry. You are the finest, the most honorable man that I know, even more so than Batman, although he runs a close second."
"Thank you Pamela. Believe me, that means a lot. I made a promise to you that as long as you went straight, I would stop by and make love to you. Now, I promise that I am going to do my best to find a way to cure you. Not because I don't want to see you anymore but because I want you to have a chance to lead a normal life."
Again, Pamela Isley, who was once Poison Ivy, a villainous that held no moral restraints, sobbed in Superman's arms, her heart now irrevocably his. After twenty minutes, the two finally called it a night and Superman launched himself back into the air. If he saw any of Batgirl's surveillance equipment or her, he did not make it known.
Batgirl sat down heavily, letting thoughts run through her mind. At least she had most of the answers she was seeking. She had gained far more insight into Superman and Poison Ivy than she had ever thought possible. She knew that Ivy was poisonous of course, lethally so, but who could have guessed that she was sexually repressed and all that was needed to turn her straight was some good old fashioned fucking. And Superman? She hadn't thought about it but it made perfect sense that he too, was sexually repressed. But she had also been told that Superman was now seeing Lois Lane, well, Clark Kent was, and was indeed having a full scale love affair. How could she not know that he was Superman if they had been intimate? In fact, if her dim memories were correct and he had made love to her in her apartment, how is it that she had been uninjured by fucking what was in essence a steel hard pole? Something was still missing. And how was Batman tied into all of this?
After waiting thirty minutes, Batgirl swung down to the street. She sprinted to the warehouse and carefully stepped in. "I must be crazy doing this," she said to herself for the tenth time as she cautiously looked around.
"You might be Batgirl," came a woman's voice, "But at least this time, you're not in any danger."
Batgirl looked to her right to see a slim figure step out from behind a packing crate. "Ivy!"
The woman shook her head, "Not any more Batgirl. I'm Pamela Isley now and forever. I've gone straight and intend to stay that way."
Batgirl relaxed slightly but was still wary. "That's good to hear Pamela. To be honest, I have always looked up to you, your intelligence and your beauty. I always hoped that you would turn away from crime and do something productive. I know Batman always did as well. I guess that doesn't mean a lot to you after all of these years but it's true."
Pamela smiled, "It does mean something to me. Now. I don't know what to say other than thank you. Well, if you know that I have gone straight, why are you here?"
Batgirl blushed, a little embarrassed to speak. "I need some answers. I have figured a few things out but you can tell me the rest."
"I don't have any clue what you are talking about but I'll do what I can."
Batgirl smiled, "Great. Look, girl to girl, I have had some erotic dreams about Superman for the past few months."
"Well what woman hasn't?" Pamela asked with a smile.
"Yes, well, these have been extremely real to me. In a few, you were in them as well."
"Hmmm," Pamela replied licking her lips, "I would not mind that at all. I mean, I'm no lesbo but I certainly wouldn't balk at spending some quality time with you."
"Um, well, I'll keep that in mind," she replied with a slight blush, "because to tell the truth, I wouldn't either. But for right now, I need to know what happened three months ago when Superman and I tracked you down."
Pamela turned away, "What do you mean? You don't remember?"
"Only some of it. You hit me with some kind of toxin didn't you?"
"I...," she turned to face Batgirl, "Didn't Superman tell you what happened?"
"Only that you used some toxin on me. I don't remember much. I woke up in bed at home without my uniform and had apparently been showered. He said he had to do that to save my life. I seem to remember him having sex with me here while you watched, then he had sex with you."
"The toxin I used on you makes a person have uncontrollable sexual surges, so strong that they must climax multiple times or die from exhaustion. It also acts like alcohol and leaves the memory fuzzy."
"So Superman had sex with me to make me climax, otherwise, I would have died?"
"Right. You eventually passed out."
"And what about you? I mean, don't get me wrong Pamela, you are very beautiful, but at the time, why did he have sex with you? Did your toxin work on him too?"
"No, the toxin had no effect on him. But what gives you the idea that Superman and I had sex?"
"Oh puh-leese Pamela," Batgirl said in her best valley girl tone, "I don't care if he comes in here every night and you two roll around in the hay. I need to know what went on."
Isley stayed silent for a long moment. "You know that I'm full of plant toxins? Well, anyone who touches me will die and that does put a damper on one's love life. I have not had sex for years until Superman agreed to... well, give me some relief. He's invulnerable you know."
"And well hung," Batgirl added quietly.
Pamela laughed out loud, "You've got that right dear. Is that all you wanted to know?"
"No, not just yet. Why did he come to see you to begin with. He told me that he had something to ask you to get for him."
Pamela did not answer for a long moment. Finally she replied with a noncommittal tone, "I'm not sure that I should tell you that Batgirl. It seemed to me that he wanted that to be kept between us."
"Was it illegal?"
"Ha! Superman wanting something illegal? Come on Batgirl. You may as well ask Batman if he has ever mugged a little old lady. What in the world could Superman want that he could not get legally or given to him freely?"
Batgirl thought a moment. Batman's behavior recently with Wonder Woman started to make some since. "You gave him some of the toxin, didn't you?" Isley turned her back to Batgirl but said nothing at the accusation. "But he wouldn't use something dangerous on anybody. I don't understand."
Pamela turned around, making her mind up. "Look Batgirl. I'll make a deal with you, okay?"
Batgirl nodded, "I suppose that depends on what it is."
"Right. Look, Superman said he was going to try and find a way to detoxify me and I believe that if there is a way, he will find it. If he does, will you spend a weekend with me?"
Batgirl looked at the figure before her. True, she had spent a couple of nights with Supergirl and even Donna or Wonder Girl, but she did not consider herself a true lesbian. In fact, she had been pursuing Dick Grayson for some time but just had not closed the deal with him yet. She did not mind those girl on girl times one bit, nor would she mind spending some time with Pamela one bit, but she would like to do Dick at least once. Perhaps she would be able to get something out of this other than information. She nodded, "Done."
"Super! I hope it doesn't take too long to find a cure," Isley replied with a broad smile as her eyes followed Batgirl's curves. Green eyes met green eyes, "Okay. He wanted a sample of the toxin but watered down so that it would not be fatal but would still be strong enough to cause strong sexual urges. He said he had a debt to repay and he wanted to use it to do it with."
"That fits in with what I have been thinking. Tell me, do you have any left?"
Gotham Nights
Nightwing, a.k.a., Dick Grayson, sent a boot heel into the face of one Ned Bunsen, known by the Police and the public as 'Bunsen the Burner', an arsonist. Bunsen hit the pavement hard, dropping the small incendiary bomb that he was going to set. Fortunately the bomb was not impact sensitive. Nightwing drew out two plastic tie straps, binding Bunsen's hands and feet.
"Nightwing to Gotham City Police. Bunsen Burner is in custody along with his latest housewarming present at Brown and Liberty." Nightwing closed his wireless as he stood up and admired his handywork. Then his wireless vibrated. "Nightwing. Is that you Batman?"
"Close but no cookie Nightwing. Can you meet me at my apartment in a half hour? It's important."
"Half hour? Yeah, sure Batgirl. I just ended my stakeout so I'm free. Any thing I should know about?"
"Not on open channel. Batgirl out."
"Hmm, wonder what this is about?" Nightwing said to himself. He looked at Bunsen one more time to make sure he was secure then fired his grapple hook upward, finally reeling himself up to its rooftop. Barbara's apartment was on the other side of the city. He could probably make it there in about fifteen minutes unless he ran into unexpected problems. He shot his grapple to the next roof top. He could not figure out what was going on. If there had been some type of emergency, why would Barbara want him to meet at her apartment?
After eighteen minutes, Nightwing stood on the apartment complex opposite of the one that Barbara Gordon lived. He had already scanned the area with his nightvision but failed to see anything out of the ordinary. He scanned Barbara's balcony using both infrared and ultraviolet scans. There was nothing out of the ordinary although he did pick up the heat signature of one person, female based on the silhouette, what looked like a candle and perhaps some hot plates. What was going on? A candlelight dinner or something? Deciding that the area was safe, he swung over to gently land on the balcony. He gently rapped on the door.
He heard soft footsteps near the door. The curtain was pulled aside to reveal Barbara Gordon in a fairly revealing purple silk nightie with a dark purple robe loosely tied at the waist. Long bare legs and bare feet made their way in and out of the robe as she walked. She smiled as she opened the door. "Well hello there. Your timing is just perfect."
Nightwing's mouth dropped open as Barbara's cleavage stared at him. He gulped slightly before stepping into the lightly scented apartment. He immediately saw that she had set her small dining table with a candle, two plates and two glasses with a bottle of wine in an ice bucket. The door closed behind him and he felt the lightest of touches across his shoulders as Barbara glided by to head for the kitchen.
"Um, Babs, what is all of this?"
Without turning, Barbara answered, "I have a problem, a personal problem, that I need your help with. I just got back from patrol and was hungry and then I thought that you might be on patrol and hungry as well."
Nightwing looked at the table and smirked, "Well, actually, yes I am. Smells good in fact. Lasagna?"
"Good nose," she replied as she opened the oven and removed the meal. "Have a seat and rest your cape Dick. May as well have a comfy dinner."
Dick Grayson nodded silently as he sat down as he took his mask off. He was still a bit unsettled by Barbara's attire but more concerned that she deemed that he was needed to help with a personal problem, one important enough to not wait for day time conversations. "So what is this problem of yours Babs?"
"Let's eat first," Barbara said as she brought two plates of lasagna to the table, "Would you pour the wine?"
Dick did as asked, pouring the cold wine into each glass. "It looks great Babs."
Barbara smiled, "Dig in Dick. I hope you like it."
Dick dug in and took a bite. It was very tasty. He took another bite and a drink of wine. All of it was excellent. He had no idea that she was such a good cook. "This is great Barb. I suppose you have desert too huh?"
Barbara smiled seductively, "You could say that I have something planned, yes."
"Uh huh," he replied, not sure exactly how she meant that. He glanced at her from time to time during the meal, stealing glances at her cleavage and beautiful face. She was gorgeous, he thought, and he knew that she was interested in pursuing a relationship with him but he just wasn't sure that it was right to do so with the type of life that they led.
Batman was not exactly abstinent when it came to sexual encounters but he had never allowed for a relationship to develop beyond that, not even as Bruce Wayne. He had hammered the reasons for keeping such a distance into Dick while he was Robin and he had never forgotten. It did make sense to not be distracted as long as he led the life of a crime fighter. Still, wasn't Bruce currently seeing Wonder Woman and had been for three months?
"Does you're A/C work Babs?" he finally asked as he noticed that he was feeling a bit warm. He also noticed that he had a stirring in his tights for some reason. May be he was thinking about Barbara more than he thought.
"Yes," Barbara replied softly, "It's on. I'll turn it down just a bit more for you if you like." As she got up, her robe sash, which she had secretly untied just a moment ago, allowed her robe to fall to her sides. Her attire for the night was a thin silk top that left her midrift bare and a pair of matching lacy panties. The thin silk that covered her breasts left little to the imagination especially since her erect nipples made their presence known.
Nightwing was able to get a good glimpse of Barbaras silk covered body before she walked past him toward the thermostat. Dick was frozen in place with a fork of lasagna midway between his plate and his mouth as though Mr. Freeze had just shot him full blast with a freeze gun. His now hard cock strained against his cod piece, begging to be freed.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, "You all right?"
Dick just realized that he was holding his fork full of food. "Uh, yes, I mean, maybe not. I just feel unusually warm is all."
"You know, it is a bit warm in here. Either that or this robe is a bit warmer than I thought." Barbara dropped her robe to the floor as she stood in front of Dick slightly. "Ah, that's much better."
Dick stared at Barbara, almost drooling. She was wearing the thinnest of silk and nothing underneath except her smooth skin. "God you are so beautiful."
"And you are quite handsome," she replied as she put a hand under his chin and ran a finger up his cheek. "Feel like desert yet? I was thinking you might like a little muff...in."
Dick stood up almost instantly and took her in his arms. His tongue dove into her mouth as he grabbed her ass and pulled her to him. She did not fight against his passion at all. Her tongue curled around his as her hands groped their way across his uniform as they found the closures and undid them. Dick loosened his hold as Barbara slip off his uniform. She knelt to slip his outfit completely off, exposing his nude body and fairly good sized cock. Without hesitation, she swallowed it whole, one hand wrapped around his leg for support while the other played with his balls.
"Damn if that doesn't feel good," Dick moaned out as his hands wandered to the back of her head and twirled her long hair.
"Mmmm, tastes good too bird boy," she mumbled as she continued to suck his rod. Her hot tongue rolled around the head of his dick as she made loud slurping sounds each time she drew his love tool in and out of her mouth.
Dick closed his eyes in pleasure. This wasn't the first blow job he had ever had of course but damned if this wasn't the best. He knew that he wouldn't last long with the way that Barbara was going to town and while shooting his wad in her mouth would be great, he wanted to fuck her even more. "Babs, why don't we go to the bedroom for this?"
Barbara almost jumped to her feet, fast enough that one of her nightie straps fell loose on her shoulder and freed one of her pert titties. Dick's rod got even harder at the sight of the pink nipple, if such was possible. She grabbed his hand and almost sprinted into the bedroom with him in tow. She tossed him on the bed and she slipped off her outfit and panties. She jumped after him, straddled up his legs and finally led his rod into her hot love hole.
"Pump me hard and fast Dick. Fill up my little bat cave."
Dick reached up to fondle Barbara's hard nipples while he pumped the ass that rode his cock. Her wet pussy fit him like a glove, as though the two were made for each other. She squirmed against him, alternately using her inner muscles to clamp onto his rod as it pumped her. She had never felt the way that she did right now. She had waited so long for this to happen and any little built of guilt that she may have felt for tricking him to consume the lasagna that she tainted with Ivy's plant toxins vanished.
"Uhhhh, yesss, oooooo, faster Dick, faster...aaaaahhhhh yes!"
Dick Grayson pumped as fast and hard as he could. Barbara was actually being bounced up and down on his hips so much that Dick had to grab her ass just to guide her back on his dick. He was sweating from the work out, as was she and that only made him more excited. "Uhhh, I'm not going to last much longer Babs. I have wanted you for so long."
Barbara was too busy moaning in pleasure to reply verbally. She was getting ready to come herself as she felt her muscles tense. It felt like a volcano was building up inside her and she knew that when she finally came, it was going to be more intense than anything she had ever known before. Her fingernails lightly raked the muscular chest under her as she leaned back, allowing Dick's cock to drive in farther.
"AAHHHHH!" she cried out as she bucked from her orgasm. She felt the hot rush of Dick's jism shoot inside her as he arched his back as he came as well. Another strong orgasm rocked her back and then another. Finally she finished and dismounted, laying on top of an exhausted Dick Grayson. She planted a deep kiss on his lips before laying her head on his shoulder. "I needed that."
"Hmmm, me too," he replied as he gently stroked her cheek, "Why haven't we done this before now Babs? We make such a great pair out there on the streets."
She smiled and traced a circle on his nipple, "I have tried to get you in the sack before but you would never take me up on the offer."
His hands gently moved up and down her back and narrow waist. "Must be all of those head injuries from crime fighting." He grabbed a butt cheek in each hand as his dick stirred to life once more. "Right now, I can't think of any reason for not having made love to you. I have wanted to for a very long time. I guess I didn't want to ruin what friendship we had in case something went wrong."
She kissed him again as her hand slithered down to his stirring manhood. "You've been hanging around Bruce too much. You've become a pessimist. Ever think about how good things could have been if things DID work out?"
Tired though he was, his dick became erect again in Barbara's hand. He kissed her as he replied, "I think I am now Babs. I don't know how long I will last this round but for the life of me, I can't think of anything else I would rather do."
"Well," she said as she kissed him and straddled his dick again, "Not the most romantic thing you could have said, but we'll work on it."
Elysian Fields
Superman stood on the observation deck of the JLA satellite. A smile came to his face as he watched Dick Grayson fuck Barbara Gordon for the second time. He had, of course, spotted her on the rooftop miles before he ever reached the piers in Gotham. Within the same second, he saw the surveillance equipment and figured out what she was up to. He was no Batman, but Batgirl's presence was obvious. Apparently he had underestimated his efforts to keep his meetings with Pamela secret. Still, it seemed that Barbara had reached her own agreement with Pamela so he felt that his little secret was safe. Now, if he could just keep his promise to Pamela. He owed her that much.
He stepped away from the windows and walked toward the galley in thought. Pamela was no slight chemist in her own right, but she had yet to find a cure for herself. Of all the JLA members, Bruce was probably the top chemist, then Barry Allen and probably Ray Palmer, although he was more into nuclear physics than organic chemistry. But if even Batman could not come up with some type of chemical cure all, who could? Certainly, he, himself, was no slouch when it came to scientific research but he knew his limits. His expertise was based more on his super memory and thinking speed rather than the deductive processes needed to solve this problem.
There were other methods that could probably be used aside from chemistry. Zatanna and her magic might be able to do something, perhaps even Dr. Fate. He had thought momentarily about the mysterious Swamp Thing. He was, after all, a plant elemental and able to affect plant life. Pamela's problem was due to plant toxins but she was human, an animal and not plant. He was unsure if Swamp Thing would have any ability to help, even if he could be convinced to do so. Perhaps as a last step. His best hope, so he thought, for a quick fix would be on station within minutes. Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern and his power ring could do most anything. Hal had said many times that what his power ring could do was limited only by will power. If he could use his ring to filter out the toxins in Pamela's body, she would be cured.
Superman drew himself a cup of coffee while he waited. Hal was due to relieve him of his watch in five minutes and he was usually on time, if not just a bit early. Superman wondered briefly if Hal was still secretly seeing Dinah behind Ollie's back but then let the thought go. He really didn't care too much either way. Hal was nice enough though a bit arrogant concerning his 'all powerful ring'. Ollie was just a radical but his heart was in the right place. Dinah, she was a slut and that was putting it nicely. He managed to take a sip of coffee before he heard the faint sound of the transport system. Strange, Hal normally flew up using his ring and came in the same way he did, through the air lock.
A quick x-ray scan caused a surprised look to cross his face. A curvy form in a red, white, blue and gold uniform was making her way to the control room. What in the world was Diana doing up here? Putting down his cup, he flew up to the control level at the same time that she walked in.
"Kal?"
"Here Diana. I was just down in the galley for some coffee. What's up?"
"I was hoping to catch you off duty unless there is something you have to do afterwards?"
"Well, actually," he somewhat stammered, "I was needing to talk to Hal for a few minutes but after that, I have nothing planned."
"Good," she smiled, "I'll just wait around in the galley until you're ready and then we can go somewhere and talk."
The wait was not long in coming. A green comet lit up the darkness of space and headed directly for the station. Within two minutes, Hal Jordan was walking into the control level, his face none too happy.
"What's wrong Hal?" Superman asked, concerned at the sour look on Jordan's face.
"Oh, hello Superman. Uh, it's Carol. She turned back into Star Sapphire and took off back to space to join her warrior women. Not that we were really seeing each other before she took off but I just get concerned when she goes into her Sapphire persona."
"Well, I guess you probably wouldn't be interested in helping out with another problematic woman then."
Hal perked up a little. "Who?"
Superman smiled inwardly. He knew Hal had a weakness for troubled women and women who were trouble. Probably got a thrill out of the danger that came from not knowing if they were going to kill or kiss. "Do you know anything about Poison Ivy?"
Hal stared at him for a moment. "Yeah, it's a plant that is poisonous."
"No, I mean the woman named Poison Ivy."
"Oh. Uh, she's one of Batman's groupies right?"
"Yes. Here, let me bring up her file," he replied as he turned around and typed in some commands on the computer. The monitor screen popped up a text profile then, with a few more clicks, a pale white face with red hair and stunningly green eyes appeared, her ruby red lips pursed almost to a kiss.
"Wow! Boy, Bats can sure land some lookers can't he?"
"Yes, he can. Look Hal, if you are interested..."
"Damn right. What can I do?"
"Well, I am hoping that you can cure her. You see, Pamela, that's her name, Pamela Isley, has gone straight. Problem is, her body is full of plant toxins that make her poisonous to the point that if you were to touch her, bare skin to bare skin, you would die. She wants to cleanse her body of the toxins but has not had any luck doing it chemically. I had hoped that maybe you and the ring could do something."
"Hmm," Hal thought out loud, "Kilowog is far better at using the ring for medical uses. Unfortunately he is on a mission in deep space right now, although I can communicate with him through our rings. He could most likely send me some information on how to do it, if it is possible. It would take a while though."
"That's better than doing nothing. I promised her that I would try and find her a cure and I couldn't really think of anything else other than you and the ring."
"You promised her? Something going on there?"
"Sorry, can't say. But I will tell you this, between us, she is as hot as she looks and she will be MORE than grateful if you can cure her," he winked and smiled.
Hal beamed. "I'll get right on it. I'll contact you when I find something out. I guess her file would be a bit more specific on exactly what her problem is?"
"It should. I would appreciate it though if you kept this between us. She is wanting to go straight and just lead a normal life now and I want to honor that."
"You got it Supes."
With a nod, Superman lifted off to fly down to the galley where Wonder Woman was sipping from a glass of water and looking down at the blue and white planet below. She looked up as he floated down just inside the door. "Okay Diana, I'm free."
She smiled and set her glass down. "Good, let's go."
"Uh, where too?"
"It's a surprise. Come on, don't be so stuck up."
He lifted an eye brow but said nothing as he followed her slender form to the transporter chamber. "Step up while I program the coordinates."
Superman did as told. She joined him in a few seconds and the two faded into blue energy to reappear on a sandy beach with the light of a slowly sinking sun over what looked like an endless horizon of clear blue ocean. Behind the two was a deep forest of green, two blankets spread on either side of a wooden table, a foot off the ground, laid out with several types of food and a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice.
"And what is all of this for Diana?"
"Have you forgotten that you owe me for having me take over Dinah and Ollie's watch a few months back?"
Superman was momentarily speechless. "Well, uh, no I hadn't forgotten. It's just that I also remember what you wanted as payback and, well... with you and Bruce seeing each other now, I didn't think..."
"Yes, I know," she smiled, "Actually, I am the one that needs to repay a debt. Had it not been for you wrangling me into agreeing to taking that shift, Bruce and I would have never gotten together."
Superman smiled, "There's no need to do that. I'm glad that the two of you got together. That's more than enough of a reward to me."
Woman smiled back, "That's sweet of you to say that. Still, I went to the trouble of setting up dinner, you can at least accept that can't you?"
He smiled, "Of course. How could I ever turn you down for anything?"
Woman smiled seductively as she walked to the table and sat down, "Well, we'll see about that later won't we?"
Superman frowned slightly but joined her. The food was varied but, as was Diana's nature, all fairly healthful being comprised mostly of fruits and berries, although there was a small roast. "Looks like a well balanced meal," Superman commented as he sat down.
"Well I do have to eat healthy in order to keep my figure," Wonder Woman said jokingly.
"You certainly have no problem doing that from what I can tell," he replied innocently.
"You think so?" she said with a smile, then frowned a little, "Wait a second. What do you mean 'from what you can tell'?" she asked as she stood up and modeled herself, "You can't tell with that super vision of yours?"
"No, that's not what I meant,' he quickly replied.
"What is not what you meant? That I don't have a good figure or that you can't tell that I do?"
"Diana," Superman said giving up, "I think you have a beautiful figure."
"Then what did you mean by saying from what you could tell? Come on Kal, be honest."
Superman sighed. "Just that from what I can see, you have a great figure. I mean, I don't use my x-ray vision to peek under that uniform of yours."
"See," she replied with a slight smile, "Now you're being honest. To be able to tell that I have a great figure, you need to see me without my uniform, right?"
"Um, Diana..."
Before Superman could complete his pensive statement, Wonder Woman was already removing her magical girdle and wiggling out of her tight fitting costume. Superman's mouth dropped open as two sizable breasts were freed. The uniform followed the thin, taut waist, over the hips and down perfectly formed legs. Within just a few seconds, Wonder Woman stood in all her naked glory before the most powerful man on Earth.
Superman's eyes nearly bugged out as his gaze traveled down the nude goddess before him. Superman had by now seen several naked women but not a one came even close to the vision in front of him. Of course, he thought, why should they? Wonder Woman was created from a clay figure with the help of the Greek gods, including Aphrodite, the goddess of love. How could Diana not be the most beautiful woman on Earth? He was somewhat surprised, pleasantly, that she did not have a more muscular body similar to those of female weight lifters. Certainly she had zero excess body fat but she did not have any bulging muscles, unlike what he was beginning to get inside his tights.
"Well?"
"I... I... uh, I don't know what to say Diana," Superman finally stammered, "You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen."
"That's better," she smiled and turned around modeling herself.
Superman was simply flabbergasted with her looks. The evening sun was just beginning to cast a red glow and with the beach and jungle behind her, Wonder Woman certainly appeared as though she belonged here, goddess of the evening sun, of the water, of life and beauty. He stood up and slowly walked to her. "You are so beautiful. Truly a goddess."
Wonder Woman grasped him in her arms and kissed him. He drew back and looked at her, his manhood stretching his tights, begging for release. "What about Bruce?"
"Will you tell him?" she said as she ran her fingers down his chest.
"I won't say a word but I just don't like running around his back. I mean, you two have something special and I don't want to risk ruining that. For the first time in his adult life, I think Bruce is truly happy."
"You won't ruin anything," she smiled as she kissed him again, "I want to do this. I have for a long time. Before Bruce and I become very serious, I want to love you and be loved by you. Although I will have to put my girdle back on."
"Why is that?" he asked, "I don't understand. And how can you and Bruce... well, you know. I mean, he is strong but still only mortal and you are nearly as strong as I am."
"My magic girdle gives me my strength, Kal. Without it, I am not much more than a strong mortal woman."
Superman shrugged slightly, "It would be a shame to cover that beautiful body with a girdle."
"Hmm, well, we can't very well have much fun without it. Can we?" Then she paused, "Wait. You have been seeing Lois Lane haven't you? How do you..."
"Had been, yes." Superman reached into his cape pocket and brought out a small lead box. He opened it to show her a gold ring with an emerald green crystal. "This is something that Bruce made up for me," he said as he put it on and immediately felt his strength begin to ebb, "It has enough Kryptonite to reduce my powers to that of a strong mortal man."
Diana smiled broadly. "Then get out of those clothes Kal and show me what you Kansas farmboys do on a Saturday night."
Superman smiled broadly as he removed his outfit. Soon, his giant erection stood free and now it was Wonder Woman's turn to have her mouth drop open. "Great Hera! You speak of me being a goddess. There is no god in Olympus that could match that temple of love. Even Aphrodite herself would be amazed."
Superman blushed lightly and was preparing to respond until she kissed him deeply, her hands traveled down his broad chest and past the muscled abdomen to finally stroke his cock. Her hand barely covered a third of his length at a time. Superman had reached around her back to rub her tight ass before moving up her back to wrap around her shoulders as he began to kiss her neck. She moved her head to the side as he sucked her ear lobe for a moment before moving back to the neck and then to her shoulder. His hands moved from her smooth back to fondle her breasts. His fingers twirled and tweaked her hard nipples, causing her to moan in pleasure.
"Mmmm, make love to me Kal," she said in a low voice, "Take me as the conquering hero that you are."
Superman did not have to be asked twice. He gathered her in his arms as her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms locked around his neck. He took her down, gently laying her on her back, his manhood already touching the outer lips of her hot love hole. Wonder Woman moved her hips down so that Superman's length entered her. She wiggled down, letting his cock fill her hole, much farther than Bruce had ever done.
"Great Hera that feels so good," she moaned as she stopped and allowed herself to mold around his length. Her hands felt their way across his muscled ass to feel his cock and was amazed to find that his length was only two thirds of the way inside of her. There was simply no way that she was going to be able to take more. Well, she knew that she could certainly please Superman with the amount that she could take. She began to wiggle her ass as Superman began to pump her. She moaned with each thrust, glad that he was not his usual super powered self. She knew that if he were, she would actually be fatally impaled with each thrust, much less what would happen when he came in her.
Superman continued his nuzzling of Wonder Woman's neck and ear, breathing into her ears. Her muscled body felt so natural beneath his that he instantly regretted not having taken her up on her offers for sex before now. He felt a momentary twinge of jealousy toward Bruce for being the one lucky enough to have developed a relationship with this goddess but just as instantly, was glad that the two had gotten together. He began to pump harder and slightly deeper as Wonder Woman wrapped her legs around his thighs as he rammed her.
"Oooo, Kal..I wish I could take it all. Uhhhh, faster Kal, fuck me faster!"
Superman did as much as he could to comply. His length slid home like a sword in a well oiled sheath. He knew that he was not going to last very long. Not only was Diana a beautiful woman but she was simply the hottest fuck he had ever had. His cousin Kara came very close. Perhaps in the end, Kara may be better simply because of her ability to take all of his length and her youthful beauty but right now, with the full breasts under his chest, the dark hair and ruby red lips, the sky blue eyes visible behind fluttering eyelids, he knew that right at the moment he wouldn't trade this moment for anything.
"Uh, uh, Diana, uh, I'm not going to last much longer here. By Rao, I wish that I could do this for the rest of my life."
"Aaaahhh, I'm not....mmmmm.... going to last long either," she groaned as the Kryptonian cock drove into her again and again. As much as she was enjoying this position, she wanted to ride him, wanted to be able to crumple on top of him when they were both done. She rolled him over and sat astride him, using one hand to grip the base of his rod so that she could limit how much of his length entered her. She bucked against his length, as he fondled her firm breasts and tweaked her nipples. She could feel the orgasm building within her and knew that once she came, it was going to be the greatest release she had ever experienced.
"I'm getting ready to unload Diana, I can't take this," he groaned out as he raised his legs so that Diana's ass was hitting his thighs, forcing her to take him at a slight angle. He could feel his nutsack tighten as he did his best to hold himself back.
"Uhhhhh, fill me up Kal. I'm coming myself," she moaned as her inner muscles tightened around his shaft. She felt the flush of heat as the orgasm came, causing her to clench her thighs on his love muscle. She came hard as she knew she would. The release made her faint as she leaned forward, supporting herself on his chest as her hips ground against his. She felt the hot fluid of his come in her hole, hotter than she was used to with Bruce and far more. She felt his come fill her love canal and begin to flow out as each pulse of his orgasm shot more and more of his jism into her. Her hips quivered again as multiple orgasms wracked her body.
It seemed like several minutes of exhausting orgasms when she finally laid on top of her lover, both breathing hard and sweating. Neither said anything for long moments, enjoying the afterglow of their love making, holding each other and lightly stoking various body parts. "Hmm, never in my life could I have ever thought that loving you would be so fulfilling," she finally said, then smirked as she lightly kissed his chest, "In more ways that one."
He returned the feeling with a kiss on her forehead. "I never thought that making love to anybody could have been like this. I couldn't ask for any experience more enjoyable than making love to you Diana."
She used a fingernail to circle his nipple, "I tried to get you here for years you know. You always gave me that excuse of not feeling worthy of me. By the gods Kal, how high of a pedestal did you put me on to think that you were not worthy of me?" she moved a hand down to fondle his semi erect dick, "Especially with this blessed column of love."
"Diana," he said softly as he stroked her cheek, "It was never that I felt physically inadequate but.. I was raised on a farm and despite my powers, that is what I am, a simple farm boy. You, you're more than a princess, you are a goddess. You were raised that way, regardless of your powers, you are royalty. How could I ever measure up to what your life was, to what you could want in a man? Would you still feel this way about Clark Kent, farm boy if there were no powers, if I never became Superman? How many times have you looked for love in some little Midwest town?"
Wonder Woman fell silent in thought. Kal certainly had a point. He was handsome in his own right and she would certainly have been attracted to him on a physical level. But otherwise? Would she have been attracted to an unsophisticated farmer? She could only answer herself with a probably not. But then this man was not some Iowa farmer despite what he wanted her to believe.
"All right Kal," she finally responded, "No, I have never prowled the single's bar in Smallville. And no, I probably would not get along with someone that was nothing but a hick but you are not a hick no matter what you may think. But what about the other way around? How many women have you been interested in that were nothing but what you consider the simple people?"
"Well there was Lana Lang when I lived in Smallville. She may have been beautiful but she was still a typical small town girl."
"Uh huh," she smiled, "And when did you two get married?"
"You know I couldn't develop a relationship with a mortal."
"And if she was invulnerable like yourself or you were normal? Would that have made a difference?"
"It may have. I don't know."
"That's what I mean Kal. You can think about what could have beens and may bes all day long but the fact is, you are more than a farm boy and always will be. I may be a princess but do I truly act like one?"
He kissed her, "Not at all. I guess I just had self imposed limits."
She smiled and kissed him back. Her fondling of his dick was beginning to get results as he became hard again. "Then it's time to get rid of all that lack of self confidence. Let's enjoy the moment one more time before we have to get back to our other lives."
Superman managed to smile before Wonder Woman's ruby red lips smashed into his and she mounted him once more.
In the Green
Hal Jordan gazed at the multiple monitors one more time before looking at the digital clock. Three hours had passed and still no news from Kilowog. True that the distance that his power ring beam had to travel was more than just a few hundred light years, but he still should have heard something back by now. The rings used a tachyon beam meaning that any communication was not limited to light speed and was fairly instantaneous. The only thing that Hal could think of that would be delaying the message was that the problem with Ivy required more medical know how than even Kilowog had. His ring had downloaded all available information on Ivy's condition and he had hoped that the cure was going to be something uncomplicated.
"Hey Poozer?"
The deep voice caused Hal to swivel around. A green life sized image of the huge alien known as Kilowog stood behind him. Jordan stood up with a slight smile. "Hi Kilowog. I've been hoping you would contact me before I died of old age."
"Well you didn't send me an easy problem to fix. I had to call in a few other Lanterns and that is part of what took such a long time to get back to you. Medphyl from planet J586 gave me what I needed, well, what you needed. I have to warn you Jordan, this is not an easy nor quick fix. Ideally I should be there in person to do it but I can't get away for a few of your days."
"Medphyl? That's one of the sentient plant Lanterns isn't it?" the image nodded that it was, "Can you send the necessary data to my ring that would allow me to do what needs done?"
"I can send the data with no problem but this is going to require very delicate ring use and will take some time to do it. I'm not knockin' ya Jordan but doing this is going to be like focusing your will power on the point of an atom thin needle tip. This isn't as simple as flushing out some typical poison, each cell in this person is infused with the toxins. If you miss any of it, the toxin levels will slowly build up again but this time, it may actually kill the person you are trying to cure."
Hal frowned at the news. He very rarely used his powers on such a molecular level as what seemed to be needed. He knew of no one on Earth that had that experience either. Except one. Ray Palmer, the Atom, knew more about molecular sciences than anybody but this may be out of his field as well. Problem was, no one knew exactly where Ray Palmer was. He had dropped out of contact slightly over a year ago and no one had any idea what had happened, not even Batman.
"Kilowog?" Hal finally asked with a thought, "Could you send a simulacrum?"
"Whew! Poozer, you just like asking for the near impossible don't you?" came the reply as the image slowly shook his head. "That'll take some time and I'm not sure that it would work. You would have to be there to monitor and probably add your will power and ring power. There's still a risk but this is probably the best chance for a cure without me actually being there."
"When will you be free to try this?"
Kilowog shrugged. Give me an hour and I'll be ready."
"That soon huh?"
"I thought you were in a hurry Poozer. Now what?"
"I'm still on monitor duty for another five hours."
"Five hours huh? All right, five hours. Gimme a call when you're ready," Kilowog replied but then pointed at Jordan, "But you're going to owe me big."
"Done," he replied as the green image faded away. Hal swiveled around to tap into the keyboard. He already knew that Ralph was next on monitor duty but what he was looking for right now was information about where to find Poison Ivy. Superman had failed to tell him exactly where she was other than in Gotham City. Fortunately Batman kept meticulous up to date records and according to those records, Ivy was currently classified as 'hands-off' but still under scrutiny. She was also currently at a warehouse on the Gotham piers pursuing what, so far, seemed to be legitimate business.
Five hours passed by to find an emerald comet streaking toward an early morning in Gotham City. The green fire landed in front of a warehouse door. Hal Jordan walked up to the door and knocked. There was no answer. He held his ring up in front of his face, "Ring, scan the interior. Is anyone inside?"
"Affirmative. Female in back room with several species of flora."
"Well, guess I can go ahead and walk in," Jordan said to himself. He stepped inside, "Hello?"
"Who's there? Superman?" came a female voice from the rear of the structure.
"No. It's Green Lantern."
"Green Lantern?" came the voice with a surprised tone. The sound of a door opening echoed in the warehouse followed by a red haired woman wearing a pair of green overalls and nothing else. Hal gulped as she walked toward him, the thin green straps that covered her bare breasts did not leave all that much covered. "What are you doing here? Batman told me that none of you heroes would bother me as long as I kept straight."
"Yes, well, that is true. Actually Ivy, I'm here at the request of Superman."
"Pamela please," she replied with a smile, "Superman? Does that mean that you may be able to cure me?"
"I hope so. Actually, it is another Lantern member that is going to be the major player here. He has information on how to purge your system but he can not be here in person."
"Then how.."
"He will send an energy copy of himself, kind of a remote personae. I will be helping with will power and ring power but he will be directing the actual work."
"Is that safe?"
"I'll let him answer that," Jordan replied as a green image of Kilowog appeared beside him, "This is Kilowog. Kilowog, this is Pamela."
The green image smile, "Pretty thing for a humanoid. Has Lantern told you about the procedure?"
Pamela was used to odd beings and events by now and so was not shocked by the larger green alien image. "No, not yet. He said that you could tell me."
"No problem. Based on what I have been sent about your condition and in talking with some other GL's that would have some type of experience to add, it is possible to flush your system of the plant based toxins in your system. The problem is that by doing this remotely, I may not be able to remove them all and the toxins would begin to build up again and possibly prove lethal to you this time."
Pamela frowned. She hadn't thought that there would be a danger to her health if she underwent some method of removing the toxins. "Exactly what would this procedure entail?"
"Simple or detailed?"
"I am not unfamiliar with medical terminology Kilowog," she replied.
Jordan looked at the green image and shrugged. The image of Kilowog nodded, "Well for GL's sake, I will give you a basic run down. All of the toxins in your system are infused in each body cell."
"Yes, that I know. That is why I have never been able to get them out of my system."
"Exactly. There is no medical procedure that could do it. This leaves one option that I will be using, if you agree. The ring can act as a nearly infinite imaging scanner, down to the atomic level and even subatomic for those trained to use it with that much finesse. What I propose is to scan your cells for the specific toxins and their molecular structure. I can then use the power to alter the structures, either breaking them apart or changing their shape into non toxic configurations. They will then be destroyed by your cells, absorbed or excreted. Some may simply remain in the cell as non active molecules."
"I understand. That type of molecular manipulation is something beyond anything here on Earth. What is the danger to this procedure?" she asked very matter of factly.
"I think minimal," Kilowog replied, "Possibly one percent but I think much less. I am not unpracticed in using the ring for this kind of work but doing something on this level is nothing like what I have done before. I will be relying on the ring for the detailed work but it works on my will power and as this GL can tell you, will power is one thing I have plenty of."
"Then let's do it. How do we start?"
"We need to be some place where we will not be disturbed. This will take some time and any type of disturbance could have unfortunate consequences."
Pamela nodded. "I have my living space here in the warehouse. We can go there. Once I lock the doors, we shouldn't be disturbed."
The two Lanterns agreed as Pamela walked to the front door to lock it. Hal watched her tight ass as she walked past him. Superman was certainly right about her being hot. Pamela led the two through a door in the back and locked it behind her. The three were now in the kitchen area. She led them through yet another door to her living area. There was a plush green couch, bedroom furniture, a book case full of books, a computer and a king sized bed with dark green satin sheets.
"Do you want me standing, sitting or lying down?"
"I would suggest lying down as this will take some time and you will need to remain as still as possible. You will probably feel weak or faint once we start."
Pamela nodded, "Well, regardless of what happens, I appreciate what you are trying to do. Believe me."
Hal smiled, "I believe you Pamela. I just hope that this works out for you."
She smiled and looked at the green and black figure before her. Something she had not really done until now. He was tall, just an inch shorter than Batman, well built and appeared to be quite handsome behind the green mask. He was certainly no Superman but she would have no qualms about bedding him and determined that such is what exactly she would do if this worked.
She stepped in front of Jordan, making sure she did not get too close. "Can I ask you what your name is?"
Jordan was somewhat overwhelmed with the beautiful face before him. "Um, you can call me Hal."
She smiled, "Hal? Okay Hal. If this works out, I hope that we get to know each other much better. Especially since it looks like we both like green." She walked over to her bed and slipped out of her outfit, standing nude and without shame, smiling slightly at Hal's bugged eye look. She sat down on the bed and glanced at the giant form of Kilowog, "Ready when you are."
"You did not have to remove your clothes," Kilowog replied.
"Oh," she responded as she laid down, "Well, too late now. Let's go."
Kilowog moved closer to the bed and motioned Jordan to stand next to him. "Alright, you link your ring with my image and we'll go from there."
Jordan nodded as a green beam shot from his ring to envelope the green image of Kilowog. From Kilowog, a green beam hit Pamela and covered her entire body in a green glow. Pamela was surprised that she felt nothing. No heat, no coolness, no tingly feeling, nothing. After several minutes, she finally began to feel slightly fatigued, as if she had worked all day. The tired feeling was not unpleasant, in fact, she welcomed it. She now knew that whatever the green energy was doing, it was working.
Time passed and Pamela found herself waking up several times during the procedure. She remembered very little other than the concentrated look upon both Lantern's faces. Finally she became fully conscious. The green light was gone, as well as the energy form of Kilowog. She saw Hal sitting on the edge of her bed with a slight smile.
"So how do you feel?"
"I feel a little tired, run down," she answered a little weakly, "But getting stronger, like I have rested from heavy exercise and am getting my energy back. Did it work?"
Jordan smiled and nodded, "All scans indicate a 100% success. Congratulations."
Pamela smiled broadly as she held her hands out and looked at them. "You are serious? I can touch someone now, kiss them without harming them?"
Jordan smiled, "Well, you might break someone's heart sometime but otherwise, you're safe."
Without warning, she reached up and planted a deep kiss on Jordan. He resisted only for a brief moment before returning the kiss. The lips parted and Pamela's green eyes locked into Hal's brown eyes. "How was that for a thank you?"
Hal gazed into her eyes, "If that kiss could be converted to nuclear power, it would have been enough to flatten a city."
Pamela smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "In that case, let's see what it would take to flatten a country."
Jordan kissed her deeply, running his hands across her bare back down to her ass. She broke off the kiss and look at him. "You know, Hal, this isn't quite fair."
"What do you mean?" he asked puzzled.
"Well, I'm naked and you're not."
Jordan pointed his ring at himself and instantly a green beam dissolved his clothes. "Satisfied?"
Pamela looked down the muscled chest to the erect rod between his legs. He was no Superman but was more than satisfactory. Without hesitation, she dove down to engulf his dick like a starving woman gobbling down a hot dog. Hal instantly leaned backward in pleasure as she ran his shaft in and out of her hungry mouth. Unknown to him, this was something that Pamela had been unable to do with Superman, otherwise she would have most likely lost some teeth. She ran her tongue around the head of his shaft as she massaged his balls. She had already tasted some of his precum, a taste she had not known for a very long time.
Jordan ran his hands down to Pamela's head. He massaged her head and shoulders as she continued to suck and lick. While this was not the first blow job he had ever had, it was the most enjoyable. He knew that if this kept up, he was not going to last very long. He certainly did not want to be demanding but he wanted to fuck her tight ass more than anything. The thought was not his alone.
Pamela was torn between having her mouth filled with cum or being fucked and having her love hole creamed. Well, she decided, with all of the trouble that Green Lantern went to, he deserved some of the good stuff. Giving his dick one last lick, she got up and straddled his hips. Reaching under her, she guided his rod into her wet and waiting pussy. "Give it to me Hal," she moaned as his length entered her, "I want you to fill me up."
"Mmm, I'll do the best that I can Pamela. God you're so hot," he said as she started to slide on his shaft. He reached up to fondle her pert tits, all thoughts of Carol Ferris disappeared from his thoughts. Here was the absolutely hottest woman that he had ever been with or could ever hope to. He began to slam his hips into hers at an upward angle, driving his dick in as deep as he could.
The creamy white butt cheeks bounced against his thighs as Pamela moaned in pleasure. "Ooooo, that's feels so good!" she cried out. When Superman fucked her, it was like being fucked by a hard, warm dildo, something not a living thing. This was so much better. She rode his dick as hard as she could, leaning down on occasion so that he could suck her tits and kiss her. "Harder Hal, fuck me harder. I'm getting ready to come."
Hal did as much as he could to comply. He pumped the slick honey hole as fast as he could. He could feel her heat increase and her muscles tighten.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried out as she climaxed. She squeezed her ass cheeks together to clamp down on his cock. Her hips gyrated as he continued to pump into her causing another orgasm as she felt the hot liquid feeling of his own orgasm as he came in her. His hands clenched her ass as he shot his load. Finally he relaxed and lay panting as she collapsed on top of him.
Pamela kissed him deeply. "So Hal, you gotta a lady friend or what?"
He brushed her red hair aside, "I did but she ran off, so I guess I'm open."
"Good," she responded, "I'm in the market myself." The two kissed again, then Pamela put two fingers against his lips, "By the way, do you know Batgirl?"
All Things Considered
Bruce Wayne sat in front of his computer in the Batcave. He had just finished entering what he hoped would be the last information considering Poison Ivy and would finally be able to close her case file. If only his other enemies could be so obliging as to go straight. "It now appears," he spoke into the microphone, "that Hal Jordan and Pamela Isley have developed a solid relationship. After three months, the two are still together and have, in fact, begun living with each other in Coast City. It is my hope that the two will develop a happy, long term relationship with each other and that this will be my last entry in this file other than to perhaps enter happy news from time to time."
He shut off the microphone in time to catch the reflection of slight movement out of the corner of his monitor. "Well at least you waited until I was done. What brings you here Clark?"
Superman shook his head as he floated down to the floor. "All right Bruce. I don't know how you do it. I was floating just above the floor so I wouldn't make any noise and even held my breath so you wouldn't hear me breathing. Just how did you know I was here?"
"I'm the Batman," Wayne said with a slight smile, "that's how."
"Uh huh, right," he replied, "Any way," he started with a nod to the screen displaying the last words that Wayne had recorded, "What do you think about those two?"
"Pamela's heart is in the right place for once," he answered, "I believe that she is in love. As for Hal, well, you know his record with women. I hope this one works out."
"At least they both like the same colors," Superman commented, "I hope it works out too."
"I had never thought about using GL's powers to detoxify Pamela. Glad you thought of it."
"Well, she seemed to be going straight and based on your reports, it's what made her turn to crime in the first place. He was the only one that I could think of that might be able to cure her."
"Well, I hope she doesn't miss those weekly check ups on her behavior too awful much."
Superman said nothing for the moment, "You've been checking up on her that often?"
Bruce Wayne actually smiled slightly but said nothing causing Superman to shift his posture slightly. "I know you didn't come this far just to see me dictating my files."
"Um, no. I just wanted to stop by and say congratulations. I wanted to tell you privately since I felt that everything that has happened with all of us is due to you. I don't think I have really said thank you."
"You mean for the K ring? You already paid me back for that more than what I deserved. Diana and I would never have gotten together otherwise, not to mention having a son on the way with her."
Superman nodded. "Perhaps so but I don't think you really realize what it has meant for me to be able to be intimate with women."
"I didn't think you would be quite so... procreative about it. You know what they say, too much of a good thing."
Superman frowned, "Yes, that's what Lois said before she left. Still, I can't say that I really have any regrets. In fact, I have something for you to add to your little museum here. I was going to put them in the fortress but felt that it was more fitting for you to have them."
"What them?" Bruce asked puzzled.
With a smile, Superman reached into his cape pouch to pull out a small box that he handed to Bruce. Although he recognized the box, Wayne opened it to reveal two gold rings, each with a gemstone made of green Kryptonite.
"Yours and Supergirl's? I don't fully understand."
"Well Bruce, you're the world's greatest detective, you figure it out," he said with a wink. He turned to leave, "By the way, she's not a girl anymore and you aren't the only one that will be celebrating a birthday in a few months."
Superman flew out of the cave leaving a stunned Bruce Wayne. Finally he turned back to his monitors, holding the lead lined box in his hands. "It's about damn time."
I hope you, the reader enjoyed this story. I try not to 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