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Harley Quinn's Bozo Blowbang
🕑 Added 2022-06-09 23:00:02 +0000 UTC“Oh wowie, wow, WOW!” Harley cried, her palms flat to her cheeks. She’d been taking her mid-afternoon nap, an off-the-shoulder sweatshirt on over her paper-thin costume, perversely making her look even more naked in the skintight red-and-black that clung as fervently to her body as anyone would want to.
But when she woke up, the unframed mattress she’d been reduced to was surrounded by piles of loot! Bags of cash! Rolls of coins! Purses and wallets and jewelry and cell phones!
Harley thought she might be dreaming. She would’ve pinched herself, but she had her bozos to do that for her. They were there too, all her studly admirers like Jimbo and Elmo and Kramer. “Oh boy—is this all for me?” she asked. “It is, isn’t it!? What is this—Harley Appreciation Day?”
Her bozos bashfully demurred her praise, all except for Elmo, who only spoke up because Jimbo gave him a shove. He stepped forward, almost to the edge of the mattress on the floor where Harley slept.
“Boss, you remember how we was feeling real low cuz we hadn’t pulled a heist in a while? We was all wondering what it was we was doin’ wrong. Then you said there wasn’t nothing wrong with us, we just needed motivation, so if we pulled off a heist, we could run a train on ya’s.”
“A train on me?” Harley repeated, scratching her chin. “That doesn’t sound like something I’d say…”
She watched the bozos’ faces fall.
“I’m just kidding, ya putzes! Of course I remember that! But I had no idea you were gonna knock over all of Gotham! Look at this—we must have more money here than Bruce Wayne! And momma needs to get laid, too. So c’mon, fellas? What’re ya waiting for, a condom?”
Now Elmo was proud to claim the privileges of being elected group spokesman. He reached out and took the hem of Harley’s sweatshirt in both hands and pulled it up her slender, girlish body. Harley just giggled, looking at him in coquettish approval, her eyes smoldering warmly.
Despite the fact that he was just stripping her to her usual costume, they all felt the desire coursing through the room. As quietly as possible, Jimbo and Kramer downed their zippers and wrestled out their stiffening erections. They silently urged Elmo to hurry up and get the gangbang started.
He pushed her sweatshirt up over her breasts, underneath her sunray collar. Jimbo and Kramer stood there, speechless, their eyes bulging with excitement as they freely ogled Harley. They always did, but now that they had permission, they savored it. She was slender but sweetly built, with delicious breasts that stood high and proud through her costume, her small pert tits not needing any bra.
While his hands were up around her neck, Elmo undid the catch underneath her collar and pulled the zipper down the front of her costume, then opened up the unzipped suit to let her breasts out of their flattening confinement. They were even bigger without the pressure of the suit’s tightness holding them down. Picking up speed, Elmo pulled the zipper down further, getting it down between her legs and all the way up between her buttocks. Harley cackled as he unzipped her all the way to her asshole.
“Boy, you sure are planning a party, ain’t ya? Guess ya don’t want me to take the costume off—not all the way, anyhow. Good thinkin’. It takes a while to squeeze into this thing, and I’m sure I’ll work my way out of it sooner or later. I always do!”
She wore a skimpy black thong with a red waistband underneath her costume—that was the only thing between it and her skin. Easily Harley pulled the crotch of the panties aside to give them a flash of her snatch. For all her laisse-faire attitude towards hygiene, her pubic thatch was trimmed into a neat landing strip above her slit. Harley never let her sloth overwhelm her sex appeal.
Then she let go of the gusset and it fell back over her sex, but not entirely. The haphazard way it half-covered her again was more enticing than having it either on or off.
Harley bounded up onto her feet to look at Kramer and Jimbo, both of them taller than her. She was maybe blushing, but the white greasepaint that covered her face only made her look plucky, up for anything. There was a teasing mockery in her voice that only a girl could leaven her words with. “Hey, no need for you bozos to keep all your clothes on! I don’t care what you’re wearing! In fact, I’d like a lot of bare skin piled on top of this outfit—Gawd knows I like it plenty when it’s just my skin touchin’ it! Or are youse bashful?”
“You heard the lady!” Elmo cried, stripping off. “Let’s not disappoint her!”
Kramer and Jimbo stripped too, both of them finding out that they weren’t embarrassed at all. Maybe it was how hot Harley was, but they felt strangely proud of their nudity, a little like exhibitionists.
“Now you don’t disappoint us,” Elmo said to his small, lithe boss. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down before his strident erection. “Here ya go—hope I brought enough for you.”
“Every little bit helps,” Harley winked mischievously, coming down to her knees so close to Elmo that her pink nipples ran lewdly down his hairy legs until she was kneeling coquettishly at his bare feet. “Every big bit too—whoa momma! Glad I had you pull the job before I found out what a cannon you’ve got! No way I could’ve kept my hands off all this if I’d’a known!”
She took his totally stiff erection in her small grip, squeezing it, easing back the bludgeoning thickness of his foreskin to let her at the purple, vulnerable, yet overwhelming strength of his cockhead.
A single glistening drop of precum hung in his glanshole and Harley licked it away with a tiny teasing swipe of her little tongue—its pink absolutely shocking after the white facepaint and black lipstick and white teeth of her manic grin.
“Hope you like the taste, boss, I got a lot more for ya!” Elmo choked out, grabbing Harley by her cap and shoving his prick forward in one savage demand for her mouth.
He pushed right through it and into the choking warmth of her gullet. Sighing as if the suffocating pressure of her throat around his cock was relief instead of torture. No matter how tightly her airway gripped his prick, it could not cause him discomfort.
“Hey, man, don’t knock her teeth out or anything,” Jimbo said, judgmental considering he would clearly be just as feverish to mouth-fuck her if it were his turn.
Harley gagged and quivered and mumbled around the thickly swollen manhood that had just taken up all the space in her mouth, possibly agreeing with him. Or just as likely disagreeing. A few teeth were a small price to pay for a good skullfuck, after all.
“Nah, he has to hurry up,” Kramer said. “The faster he finishes, the faster it’s our turn!”
Harley brought herself off Elmo’s cock, though it pulled her jester’s cap to the limit, and held his prick in both hands, licking it tenderly. “Don’t feel left out, boys! Momma’s got something for all of ya!”
And she held out her hands—delectable with little white ruffles braceleting her red and black gloves—to make jerking off motions in the air.
“It’s not her mouth, but it’ll do!” Jimbo cried, crowding in around the kneeling, half-dressed clown.
“The way she’s got me feeling, I’m gonna fuck both her hands and her mouth!” Kramer added, taking up position on the other side of Harley’s body.
Their pricks were inches from her face as she took them in her warm, gentle grip. Stroking both Kramer and Jimbo, bringing delighted groans out of the naked men. And even as she lovingly pumped on their cocks, Harley ravenously sucked Elmo’s member, swirling her tongue on the lust-stiffened thickness of it.
Elmo pistoned it in and out of her circled lips, pushing her nose into the thicket of pubic hair at its base. Sputtering and choking, Harley managed to get the entire club-like erection down.
“That’s why you’re the boss, Harley… all three of us at once! And don’t stop when I come, either! I wanna know my load made it down your throat!” Elmo gasped out in fevered passion, his hands pulling on Harley’s jester-bells like a horse’s reins, pulling her head down on his distended endowment with lips and tongue moving incitingly over every inch he forced her to take.
She sputtered, pulled herself off his manhood so she could suck in breath—Elmo would let her have a little slack, then pull her back down to his groin harder than ever. Harley twisted her head from left to right, twisting her lips around the engorged thickness of his cock.
Gurgling filtered up from Harley’s chest when she sheathed Elmo down her throat, her breasts jiggling buoyantly while she writhed in self-stimulated passion, bouncing and wiggling but still on her knees.
Elmo loosened his grip on her fool’s cap, confident now that she didn’t need him to set the rhythm… he only held on because she was sure she liked the impression of roughness she got from his hold on her. Harley sucked his cock like it was the sweetest candy she’d ever had in her mouth, licking and dragging on it with her mouth until Elmo moaned in an agony of enjoyment.
He felt the sharp points of her teeth as his prick crossed her lips. When he pushed into her mouth, her lips curled over her teeth and all he felt was the taut, elastic touch of her soft mouth on his achingly hard manhood.
The contents of Elmo’s balls felt like they were bubbling, squirming to get out of his swaying scrotum, his testes swelling bigger and bigger with the rising heat of his pleasure. His bag bumped against Harley’s chin and she happily cooed while gulping and choking to keep all of his prick inside her ravenous mouth.
Harley nuzzled her face into his thick treasure trail, like an animal sniffing its food before eating, and her nostrils flared as she breathed in the virile sweat that had sprung up since she’d first wrapped her lips around his shaft. Sometimes she managed to get her long tongue far enough down the underside of his length to get at the leathery skin of his scrotum, caressing it and forcing more of the flavor of Elmo’s groin into her taste buds.
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Shendude
Another I had forgotten you were doing, but I am glad you didn't.
