Chapter 2: Batman's Beef-Stick
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"Put that goddamn phone away and pay attention to me, you weasel-faced fart-sucking ass rag!" shrieked Batgirl, violently angry that Batman had decided to make a phone call during their rooftop odyssey of fuckology.
"Calm the fuck down, we're leaving soon anyway," replied Batman hurling his super trendy latest model iPhone down at the concrete rooftop at full force, the device breaking into a billion sparkling pieces. It wasn't an act of anger, it's just that Batman was rich enough to buy another one no problem so this had become his default way of ending calls.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" said Batgirl with a huff. "You're such a stupid trout-faced colon blender!"
"Wait for it…" thought Batman to himself, his smug grin never wavering.
"But… you know… it was kind of sweet how you lubed up before you [CENSORED] my ass into Hamburger Helper. That was really thoughtful of you…" said Batgirl calming down, her female hormones giving her a profound mood swing.
"Got em," thought Batman to himself, licking his lips. Bitches love it when you're thoughtful when it comes to fisting. It was time to [CENSORED] for real now, and he could smell the thick musky odor of her blazing [CENSORED] a mile away.
"Hey, put your [CENSORED] back in your [CENSORED] so I can smash dat goonch," said Batman casually, gesturing to Batgirl's ass.
Batgirl suddenly blushed with embarrassment. She knew she had been [CENSORED] hard but hadn't quite realized her [CENSORED] was hanging out like a pink sock. Quickly she shoveled it back into her [CENSORED] while Batman looked on, casually whipping his snake-like wang around like a helicopter. Wooooooo!
"There, it's back in. And if I clench my ass really tight, I can keep it from falling out and…mahagph!" gasped Batgirl as Batman pounced on her, and threw her to the ground.
Batman didn't even take a moment to lift up her shirt and play with her bat-titties before [CENSORED], and [CENSORED]. "Better get rid of this shit, my big bad beef-stick will burst into flames from the friction if I don't," he muttered as he violently yanked [CENSORED] out in one brutal jerk.
"HOLY FUCK THAT HURT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" screamed Batgirl, her voice echoing into the brutal depressing Gotham night.
"Don't give a fuck," said Batman, positioning his yogurt-slinger for maximum penetration.
"BRUCE STOP!" shouted Batgirl with all the authority of a fat violent triggered feminist who had just seen a 14-year-old girl in a bikini on TV.
"What?" asked Batman, his cock-a-saurus rex just millimeters from horse fucking his sidekick. He may be many things, but the goddamn Batman wasn't a rapist. He was saving that for Martha Kent if Superman ever cock blocked him again.
"Bruce you stupid fuckfaced pig molester, we need protection," she said glaring up at him indignantly, legitimacy pissed that the world's greatest detective wouldn't think about such a thing.
"Uh… I have protection. His name is Bruce Timm," said Batman in all seriousness.
"Listen here you stupid monkey fucking dickhole, all the plot armor in the world isn't going to stop your penis-pudding from impregnating me," replied Batgirl. "And if you get me pregnant, and I have a miscarriage, Robin will never speak to you again."
"Hmm, you have a point," said Batman thoughtfully. He then stood up, his dingle-dang, dingle-dangling all over the place. Pulling out another trendy iPhone from his utility belt, he made a quick call.
Batman just smiled and pointed to the distant blood-red sky. "Right on time."
Batgirl strained her vision looking in the distance when finally, she saw it. The Batplane. And it was flying straight towards them at full speed!
As the Batplane blazed forth in a streak of glory, a panel opened up on the bottom of it and a straight, long, hard cannon popped out and extended.
"Hey, why isn't the plane slowing the fuck down? What the fuck?" said Batgirl, beginning to get a little uncomfortable.
"Hit me. Come on, hit me! Come on hit me! HIT ME!" shouted Batman like a fucking psychotic clown, daring the Batplane to hit him.
With the roar of a thousand angry feminists PMSing, the Batplane fired the cannon, belching smoke and flame. The projectile, a small circular latex disk flew through the air at Mach 57 and hit Batman right in the [CENSORED], unrolling and sheathing his mighty [CENSORED] all in one go.
"Jesus Gay Christ!" shouted Batgirl, ducking in terror as the Batplane sped past just 2 centimeters over their heads, and off into the opposite direction, the violent backdraft whipping her hair about like a cheap prostitute.
"Good work Alfred. I'm glad I had you on standby for condom delivery duty," said Batman into his phone. "No Alfred, you don't get any speaking parts in this story, FUCK YOU! Now turn that plane around, and prepare for Operation: Double Penetration!" Batman once again ended the call by hurling his phone to the ground and obliterating the device.
"What the fetus fucking hell is going on here?" shouted Batgirl at her mentor. "We could have been killed!"
"Doesn't matter. Time to fuck!" shouted Batman, charging straight towards Batgirl and knocking her onto her back with a diving cross chop. Not wasting any time, he ran back a little, turned around, and began charging straight at her again, his hard condom encased winky locked onto her stench trench like the heat-seeking missile that shot down Goose in Top Gun.
Then… he leaped into the air like a gay fairy.
For a surreal moment, it looked to Batgirl like Batman was doing some sort of fancy swan dive, legs together, arms outstretched like he was about to dive right into her pussy. Then he spread his legs wide, right as the Batplane zoomed up behind him at Mach 234, the phallic cannon heading right towards his tight, brown ass hole…
"HHHHOOOLLLYYYYYY SSSSSHHHIIIIITTTTTTT!!" screamed Batgirl in orgasmic terror as the cannon [CENSORED] Batman's [CENSORED]and drove him forward into her [CENSORED] at speeds that even the Flash on crack couldn't comprehend.
And in that moment, they were off…
"Did you know that the female short-nosed fruit bat, also known as the Cynopterus sphinx, performs oral sex, or fellatio as it is known in some countries, on males to prolong copulation?" explained Batman.
"What… what the fuck?" Batgirl came to her senses, after having blacked out from the most intense orgasm of her life to find Batman [CENSORED] in midair as the Batplane flew over the fragrant landscape below.
"WOOOOOSH!" said the Batplane as it flew really fast.
"Also guess what, in West Africa, small woolly bats make their homes in large spider webs," continued Batman, [CENSORED], and [CENSORED]. Combined with the speed of the Batplane, it is estimated that Batman was [CENSORED] his sidekick at Mach 5,479.04, a new world record!
"Oh my god I'm [CENSORED] again!" screamed Batgirl as [CENSORED] and [CENSORED], like the volcano under Yellow Stone National Park that's overdue for eruption and could wipe out the human race at any moment.
Like falling stars, the droplets of [CENSORED] fell through the night sky, and right onto the meat cooking on a grill of a family in the suburbs below, flavoring it with that raunchy taste that Americans love so much.
But soon, the Batplane left the borders of the self-proclaimed greatest nation on earth and headed out into uncharted territory.
"Hey look, we're flying over Hong Kong!" shouted Batman, struggling to be heard over the roar of the Batplane's mighty engines. "FUCK yall Japs!" he roared flipping them off.
"Check your white privilege you racist pube slurping douche guzzler!" shouted Batgirl, slapping him across the face. But secretly, Batman's racism made her even hornier…
And being slapped just invigorated Batman's rhino-powered libido even more. He smiled as he felt [CENSORED] pressing up against his chest, and was glad he didn't have his face near Batgirl's breasts or [CENSORED] would have stabbed his fucking eyes out and left him blind as a bat.
The intense mid-air [CENSORED] continued for hours, maybe even days. The Batplane circled the globe so many times that Alfred thought that time would turn backward, or maybe forwards, the senile old fuck didn't know shit.
But no matter the case, the [CENSORED] had to stop sometime. Despite being able to [CENSORED] an infinite amount of times thanks to his GOD Bruce Timm, Batman had promised his mother as she lay dying in that alleyway years ago that he'd never [CENSORED] more than 665 times in one fuck session.
And a promise was a promise.
"I've can only [CENSORED] one more time," said Batman as the Batplane took a sharp left and headed back towards Gotham. "I'm going to make it a good one."
"Oh please! Please [CENSORED] again!" squealed Batgirl, [CENSORED] her mentor and father figure, and [CENSORED] as best she could. She felt a little bit ashamed to be talking like that, being a feminist and all, but she just couldn't contain herself during the most fuckable moment of her life.
"Alright, here we go!" shouted Batman as the Batplane banked low over the Gotham skyline. "I'MMMMMMM CUMMMMMIINNNNNGGGGG ASHGDASGHASODHGOIASHGODSAHGIASHG!" he roared as his [CENSORED] exploded from his [CENSORED], launching Batgirl off of him and into the night like a shell from a UK howitzer firing on innocent civilians in Iraq.
"Bruce you saggy slut milking diarrhea spelunking diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick!" screamed Batgirl as she flew off into the distance.
With a sigh of relief, Batman wiped the sweat from his brow. "Take us home Alfred," He said, beaming with satisfaction over the conclusion of a good fuck-a-doodle-doo.
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"OH MY FUCKING GOD I'M GOING TO DIE!" was Batgirl's last thought before she hit the water, doing the most painful belly flop in the history of water.
Struggling to breathe, she choked, gagged, and fought to the surface, sucking down deep mouthfuls of air into her lungs as she splashed around, struggling to stay afloat.
Reaching out she grabbed onto something solid, something concrete when she realized that she was in the swimming pool in her backyard. "Holy fuck he has good aim…" she gasped, looking around into the still, quiet night.
"What's all this dagum ruckus out here?" shouted Jim Gordon, opening the sliding glass door, and storming out onto the patio brandishing a handgun. "There better not be fucking child molesterererers out here, or I'll put two in ya!"
"Oh shit, I still have the top of my Batgirl costume on!" realized Barbara, fear flooding through her veins like an icy cold sexless night. "He'll find out I'm Batgirl!"
"Barbara dear, is that you?" questioned Jim, approaching the pool cautiously.
"Y-yes daddy!" said Barbara before quickly ducking beneath the water and pulling off the rest of her costume and throwing it to the bottom of the pool.
"What in the blue blaze are you doing out here at this time of night young lady?" exclaimed Jim scratching his head. Then he noticed… "By the great ghost of Malcolm X! You're naked as a jaybird!"
"I uh… I was just… I wanted to have some… seeee… sssssee… some ssseexx… sex with you…" stammered Barbara, her face turning redder than the napalm Dex Starr vomits onto his victims, partially because she was embarrassed to be seen naked by her dad, partially because she was furious that Bruce put her in such a predicament.
"Well young lady, I'll have you know that it's not right and proper for a father to have sex with his daughter," said Jim, rubbing his gun all over his crotch, a feral gleam lighting up in his eyes. "I think you need to be… uh… punished for your lewdness young lady…"
Barbara rolled her eyes at what a stereotypical line that was. Obviously, her dad had been watching paraplegic midget porn online again…
"Come on in Daddy, let's have pool sex!" giggled Barbara playfully, splashing the water around a bit.
"Well hot diggity dog, I must be the luckiest father on the planet! Yaaaahoooooo!" shouted Jim as he pulled his wrinkled old groin ferret out and began marching towards the pool. Then, his expression changed… "Barbara… why is your [CENSORED] hanging out of your pretty bottom like a pink sock?" he asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow.
"Damn you Bruce!" Barbara cursed silently.
THE. FUCKING. END. BAM!
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