A Batman '66 Story: Part 2
Batman and Robin Get Their Turn

(Wetgalfan's note: I grew up with the Batman TV show. Also the absolute farce of the 1966 series lends itself to the slapstick comedy of this story. I know Harley Quinn wasn't a Batman '66 character but I chose an actress to represent her who played a demented woman well in another series of the same era, Lenore Karidian from Star Trek Conscience of the King. This story takes place during the lost and much more adult oriented fourth season and sometime after Robin/Dick Grayson's eighteenth birthday.)

Starring

Adam West Batman/Bruce Wayne
Burt Ward Robin/Dick Grayson
Yvonne Craig Batgirl/Barbara Gordon

Special Guest Villain and Villainess

Cesar Romero The Joker
Barbara Anderson Harley Quinn

We have already seen:

Batgirl going it alone

Cornered, but who cornered who?

A pie in the facein fact, several of them!

And what a turn on!

Batgirl enjoying herself

And Harley Quinn gets into the act!

Holy sixty-nine! Messy sex at its best!

Caped Crusaders to the rescue

But it's a trap!

Batman and Robin get plasteredand hard ons!

But wait! The worst is yet to come!






How do you boys like my special pies, hmm? Joker taunted as the Dynamic Duo couldn't help but massage the bulging cocks protruding from their Batsuits. As your cohort learned earlier, they're made with a special ingredient, a rare Peruvian aphrodisiac, completely irresistible.

What do we do, Batman? Robin questioned.

The only thing we as red-blooded American males can do at a time like this, Batman said. Give in to our primal urges. There are two ladies and two of us and right now, they're having all the fun.

The two crime fighters stepped forward toward the two women on the floor, still going at it, tearing away at their costumes and leaving themselves naked except for their utility belts.

So they like doing it with their utility belts on, eh? Joker pondered. Well they're going to be too preoccupied to use them anyway.

Enjoy this step into manhood, old chum, Batman said, peeling Harley off of Batgirl and gently laying her down on the floor. Harley Quinn is all yours.

Robin looked up at the Joker who urged, Enjoy yourself, Boy Blunder. You should have a fling before I dispose of all three of you. Besides, Harley and I have a very open relationship.

Yes, Robin! Give it all to me! Harley exclaimed, seeing his package up close. (Burt Ward was supposedly hung like a horse Wetgalfan.)

Mmmm! Do the same to me! Batgirl purred, stroking Batman's cock with pie and feeling it get even harder. Batman grinned that cocky grin of his and grabbed a pie, gently shoving it into Batgirl's face before he thrust up inside her, making her gasp.

Oh, pie me too, Boy Wonder! Harley cried excitedly. Robin pied her in the same manner and Harley let out a blissful moan when Robin inserted his package in her waiting pussy.

The men pumped the women, smearing Joker's drugged pies all over their bodies. Batman and Batgirl traded pies, as did Robin and Harley Quinn, the couples giggling each time one of them received one. Batgirl felt her oncoming orgasm become more and more intense each time one was pressed into her face.

Oh dear me! Joker exclaimed. I'm missing a golden opportunity to unmask the Terrific Trio! Even though you're all going to die, what a boon it will be for me with my fellow criminals to tell them who you all were!

He came to Batgirl first. She wanted to stop him, but the drive of the Peruvian aphrodisiac was just too strong. Joker pulled her cowl off her head.

He cackled his evil laugh. Isn't this just delicious? he exclaimed. Batgirl is none other than Commissioner Gordon's daughter Barbara! He slammed a pie into her totally bare face and smeared it through her brunette hair exposed by the missing cowl and Batgirl's customary red wig.

And who might Batman be in reality? Joker pondered. He lifted the cowl and it nearly brought Barbara to her senses when he revealed: Why it's millionaire philanthropist Bruce Wayne! That explains where he gets all those wonderful toys! (Threw that in for Nicholson fans Wetgalfan.) Bruce continued to nail her without missing a beat. He must be completely under the pies' spell even more than she was.

Moving to Robin, Joker said, That must mean that Robin is He paused to remove Robin's mask. Bruce Wayne's youthful ward, Dick Grayson, all grown up and fucking his little heart out!

If only this were another time and place, Barbara thought. She'd had fantasies of being underneath both Batman and Bruce Wayne since coming home from college and becoming Batgirl. Now she was living out those fantasies at the same time. Joker was hanging over all of them, taunting and pieing Barbara and Harley in the face and Bruce and Dick in their asses as they thrust.

She could feel an intense orgasm about to be unleashed, probably her last. Bruce was getting close too she surmised by his breathing. Harley was beginning to moan and Dick sounded like he was about to paint her insides. Barbara had better say what she was feeling now.

Bruce, despite the fact that we're under Joker's spell, I'm glad we got to share this before we die, she said.

No one'sgoing todie! Bruce uttered, letting go of his wad just as Barbara was lost in an intense orgasm that closed up tight around him and squeezed every drop of his juice into her. Judging from the grunting and moaning next to her, Dick and Harley were experiencing the same thing.

Now Dick! Bruce shouted. They both reached into the utility belts they were still wearing and produced aerosol cans. Bruce sprayed the Bat Gas into Joker's face and Dick knocked Harley out with his can.

W-what happened? Barbara stammered. How were you able to do that? She pulled Bruce into a passionate kiss. The pies were still affecting her.

Simple, Miss Gordon, Bruce replied. The Batcomputer figured out what Joker was doing with the abandoned pie company and the rare Peruvian aphrodisiac he stole from the sexuality research laboratory. As Batman and Robin, we administered the universal Bat-antidote which made us immune to its affect.

But you both were so magnificent, Barbara admitted.

Simply the result of clean living, eating right and regular exercise, Dick replied.

If you were immune the whole time, then why did you wait until you were finished to take out Joker and Harley? she asked.

Well, we are American males with natural urges, Miss Gordon, Bruce explained, and it didn't seem right to interrupt things when you seemed to be enjoying yourselves so much.

Barbara turned her head and slimed coyly. Bruce continued: However it is fortunate we were able to move when we did. The universal Bat-antidote had just worn off. One more of his dastardly pies and we would have been under his power completely.

Barbara pondered that possibility, but suddenly realized something else. Spreading her arms out to the side to highlight her total nudity she said, Our costumes are ruined. How do we get home like this?

Dick and I have spare Batsuits in the Batmobile, Bruce said. Your cowl is intact. You can wear it to hide your identity and we can wrap you in our emergency Bat blanket.

That remark about hiding her identity made her realize something else: Oh no! Joker and Harley Quinn know our true identities now!

Not to worry, Miss Gordon, we mixed Bat-amnesia gas in with the regular Bat Gas. Neither one will remember anything from the last two hours when they come to in about three hours.

What about us? Barbara inquired. Do we need Bat-amnesia gas? We know each other's true identities now too!

But we're all on the same side! Dick exclaimed.

I'm sure we can trust each other, Miss Gordon, Bruce added.

Barbara had had enough of the Miss Gordon business. She put her hands on her slimy hips and cocked herself to the side a bit and made a jerking motion so her exposed messy tits would shake. Bruce! she began, I think after everything that's just happened, you can call me 'Barbara'!

Bruce gave her a shy nod. What about me? Dick asked.

Barbara was still under the effect of the pies and staring at Bruce and Dick naked, even spent was making her very horny once more. And Bruce did say they had three hours before Joker and Harley came around.

There were still a few of Joker's pies left. Well, boys, since you're not immune anymore she began, swooping up one in each hand and smashing them in Bruce and Dick's faces, let's make a 'Batgirl sandwich' and you can both call me Barbara! She paused to admire their cocks going from limp to full purple throbbing attention in about a second before pieing herself once in her face and once in her crotch for good measure, leaving her with the submissive desire to satisfy them both.

Barbara dropped to all fours and Dick knelt behind her to insert himself doggie style. He pied her ass and then helped himself to her pied pussy. Bruce pied her face and presented his throbbing erection for her to slip her lips around. Crime fighting would never be the same!