Chapter 16 by Zeebop

How Is Ivy Doing?

In The Throes Of Her First Anal Orgasm

All her adult life, Pamela Isley had thought that anal orgasms were a myth. Something that existed only in pornographic videos and bad erotic fanfiction. She had enjoyed anal sex...analingus, fingers, toys, even one memorable night with Harley Quinn and a strap-on that had left Poison Ivy unable to sit for hours...but while it had felt good, she had never passed over the threshold of climax, at least not without something stimulating her pussy.

Now, bent over with Lois Lane holding her down, the reporter licking her asshole with almost animalistic intensity, something clicked deep inside Ivy's head. The crowd, driven wild by the reporter's pheromones, had cocks out and hands rubbing their pussies. The atmosphere was hot, humid, full of that human animal smell that marked locker rooms, flophouses, and sex parties. The reporter's violet eyes flashed, her lips curled, and Ivy felt the jaw plunge into the redheaded woman's gaping ass so that her white teeth could lightly gnaw on the edge of Ivy's asshole...

...and Ivy's green eyes grew wide as she felt herself slide over the precipice. Her heart hammered in her chest, her pale green breasts flopped suddenly out of her costume, toes curled...and in that super-sensitive bit of flesh captured between the reporter's teeth, she felt the reporter's tongue run roughly over it again and again and...

Outside on the sidewalk, sleeping flowers suddenly bloomed beneath the full moon. Straggling grasses shot up as they raced through their growth cycles. The nearest tree, a lonesome survivor of a greener age, shook itself and the sidewalk around it cracked as roots stirred, and a fine trace of pollen burst out in a yellow cloud.

_I have got to get Harley to eat my ass more often, _the redheaded villain vowed.

Poison Ivy was still panting, shaking, not able to believe the sensations of her own body when a redhead in booty shorts with pussy-juice dripping from her chin stooped down. The last thing the villain saw was an incredibly familiar-looking set of knuckles...

...and then nothingness.

Batgirl stood up, shaking a few drops of blood from her fist.

"It's okay, Lois," the vigilante said. "You can stop licking her ass now."