Message-ID: <7513eli$9801191716@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Rogrtipe@ix.netcom.com (Roger T Pipe) Subject: ROG REPOST- ALL MY STORIES- 5B BATMAN FOREVER 2/5 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <32e17a60.19595333@nntp.netcruiser> Hello all, this is a story I've started working on. I'm posting the first seven chapters to see if there is any interest in it. I have taken a few liberties the storyline and characters, but I hope no one minds too much. Please Email or post on A.S.S. any comments, suggestions or storyline ideas as this is still a work in progress. Any input would be greatly appreciated. Thanks, Roger ************************************************************ The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. All characters in this story are fictional, and the author does not necessarily condone the actions described within. If graphic sexual stories offend you or if you are under 18 DO NOT READ OR DOWNLOAD!!!!!!! ************************************************************ Batman and any other characters from the Batman story line are copyrighted by DC comics. Any similarity between names, characters and places in this story are purely coincidental. This story is written solely for entertainment purposes and cannot be used or redistributed for the purposes of making money or profit. BATMAN FOREVER- TWO Bruce Wayne's utter dismissal of his work may have pushed Edward Nigma to the edge, but the actual test run of his invention had obliterated his unstable sanity. With the new device, he could beam TV signals directly into the human brain. Ed had planned to use to revolutionize home entertainment and communication, but the unexpected side effects had opened up a host of new possibilities. He could use the machine to extract information from the mind of anyone he chose, making it useful in personal, corporate as well as international espionage. Also, the machine seemed to possess a rather strong suggestive power, which could make this invention more powerful than he could have imagined. But first, Ed knew he had to find some way to test his theory. Some way to see if he had truly invented a mind control device. After fixing the surveillance tape so that the death of his former supervisor could be easily seen as a suicide, Ed gathered his invention and left the building. All the way home, the odd helmet-like contraption rattled on the seat next to him. Ed needed to find a subject on whom to test it, but where? "What the Hell." he thought aloud, pulling his car into the nearest fast food drive through. He ordered his food and waited in line, his old car idling roughly as Ed fastened the old helmet to his head and setting the beam on reverse. In theory, if he concentrated very hard, his thoughts would be beamed directly into the mind of the subject, thus allowing Ed to control them. Ed's heart raced as he pulled his car up to the window. The pimply faced teenager handed Ed his food, laughing aloud at the odd looking man in the stupid hat. "That will be five sixty eight mister." The youth chuckled. Ed could feel his temples throbbing, this was more difficult than he had thought, but the boy's expression changed a bit, slowly until finally he said lately, "No charge sir." Ed could have left right then, but already the lure of such power was tightening its grip. After another long stare, the boy turned around to his female coworker and grabbed her breast. As the girl screamed and slapped the boy, Ed sped off, laughing uncontrollably. He had done it. Ed now possessed the power to control the minds of others. II While Edward was using his mind control beam to drain brain power from some of Gotham's finest minds, Two-Face was hard at work trying to destroy Batman. In one particularly dastardly attempt to kill the Dark Knight, Two-Face had staged a terrorist attack on a circus performance at the Gotham Center For Performing Arts. The plot was foiled, but there were a dozen casualties. Among them were all but one member of the Flying Grayson's acrobatic team. The sole survivor, young Dick Grayson, had thwarted Two-Face's plan in Batman's absence and saved hundreds of lives. His payment for such courage was to be left without a family at eighteen years of age. Feeling a certain camaraderie with someone who had lost his family, Bruce Wayne took Dick Grayson in. In addition to this reason, Bruce also felt a certain degree of guilt. Only Alfred understood the pain Bruce felt for not acting sooner to reveal his identity. Perhaps everyone would have been spared. Whatever his reasons, Bruce Wayne did take in Dick Grayson. For his part, Dick only agreed to stay after realizing he had no place else to go, besides, it would only be for a short while. As curious as Dick was about the mysterious billionaire, it was amazing that it took him three whole days to sneak into the silver closet and discover the Bat Cave. Meanwhile, across town, Bruce Wayne stood in the doorway of Dr. Chase Meridian's apartment. It had been a successful first date and she had already decided to make a move on him if he asked to come inside. Bruce shifted nervously in the hallway. The Bat Beeper had been going off for the past hour, but he had thus far ignored the pages. There was no way he was going to just blow off a woman as incredible as Chase. Besides, if it had been a real emergency, he would have seen the Bat Signal. "Well Bruce." Chase said after a long silence. "Thank you for a lovely evening. Perhaps we can do it again sometime, schedules permitting of course." "Yes, that would be very nice." He replied, leaning in for a good night kiss, but pulling back at the last moment. The Bat Beeper was vibrating in his pocket once again. He really needed to see what was up. Fun with Chase would have to be put on the back burner. "May I call you?" He asked. The decision had been made to make a move only if Bruce asked to come in, but as it became obvious to her that he was not going to do so, Chase changed her mind. She just had to crack that shy boy exterior of the brilliant, enigmatic billionaire. As Bruce Wayne held out his hand to shake Dr. Meridian's. the beeper went off yet again. However, before he could finalize their good byes, Chase grabbed Bruce by the wrist and jerked him into her semi dark living room. His protests were cut off as the beautiful doctor pulled him close and kissed him passionately. It was all he could do to slip a hand down into his pocket and turn off the beeper before returning her deep kiss. III Alfred had feared Bruce might not wish to return the pages. Years together had allowed Alfred to see things in Bruce that he often could not see in himself. Master Wayne's attitude this evening had told him that Dr. Chase Meridian was more than just a lovely woman with whom to spend an evening. HE knew he could set off the Bat Signal with the remote control, but Alfred was not even sure if anything was wrong. Upon discovering the Bat Cave, Dick Grayson had become a bit over enthusiastic, going so far as to take the Bat Mobile out for a joy ride. Torn between alerting Bruce to this fact and letting him enjoy his evening, Alfred finally decided to let it go. Master Dick would most likely be fine. "Besides." Alfred though aloud. "Master Bruce truly needs to get laid." IV Dr. Meridian's moonlit penthouse apartment had a wonderfully romantic ambiance it. However, the dim shadowy light was Hell on a groping billionaire. Trying to kill her towards the sofa, Bruce had tripped over an end table, sending him sprawling to the floor. With a quickness that surprised Chase, he was back on his feet, no worse for the wear. She pulled his tuxedo jacket off, snagging it at the elbows, forcing Bruce to struggle with it until he threw it off. Chase kicked off her shoes and reached for the zipper at the back of her long evening dress. Bruce fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, finding it more than a bit difficult. Reaching out with surprising quickness, Chase tore the front of his shirt wide open, sending buttons flying everywhere. Shocked but even more excited, Bruce stumbled trying to kick his shoes off. Standing precariously on one foot, he grabbed for his socks, but froze in that ridiculous position when Chase shrugged her dress to the floor. He just stared for a moment at the beautiful woman, clad in white lace bra, matching stockings, garter and skimpy panties. Mouth wide open, Bruce Wayne fell sideways to the floor in a clumsy heap. Pulling himself onto the couch, Bruce finished removing his socks and went to work on his pants. Moving close, Chase pulled on the legs, easily sliding them off of his body. She sat next to him on the couch. and kissed him once again, her tongue probing his mouth deeply. Breaking the kiss, Chase whispered into Bruce's ear. "Stand up and strip for me." Bruce Wayne stood slowly in front of the couch. He was used to women taking their clothes off for him, but this was something new. Standing there in the bluish moonlight, Bruce waited for a sign from Chase to continue. She just sat on the couch, looking lovely, admiring his body. He had square handsome features that screamed of good breeding. Clearly, all of his free time was not spent sitting around being a couch potato. His broad shoulders and well developed chest tapered down to a flat stomach and narrow waist. Clad in only black silk boxers, Bruce Wayne looked good enough to eat. A thought which caused a chill to race up Chase's spine. "Take them off." She whispered. "Slowly." The excitement of being watched like this turned Bruce on more than he ever could have imagined. His throbbing erection made it a bit of a chore to slip the boxers down over his hips. The look on Chase's face was pure lust as the boxers reached Bruce's muscular thighs. The cock that sprung into view matched his chiseled hard body perfectly. His member throbbed visibly as Bruce kicked away his boxers and stood in front of Chase. Having seen her share of stiff pricks in her day, Dr. Meridian was pleasantly surprised by the one she saw before her. It was at least nine inches long, only an inch shy of her ideal length and certainly more than she would have expected from a quirky man like Bruce Wayne. Chase licked her lips and felt her pussy flood itself. "Turn around." She whispered, her voice throaty and shaking with desire. "Let me see your ass." Trying to appear relaxed, Bruce turned slowly way from her, feeling her stare as she checked him out from behind. As Batman, he was used to being gawked at, but as Bruce Wayne, it made him feel somewhat uncomfortable. He looked back over his shoulder to see Chase's reaction. She was staring at his butt, one hand playing with her hair, the other absent mindedly stroking her thigh. "You must work out." She said, seeing him look back at her. She spread her thighs and raised her legs so that her feet were resting on the edge of the couch. "Come eat me." Chase said, pulling her panties aside invitingly, giving Bruce a promise of wonderful things to come. Mustering up all of his self control, he turned around slowly, eased himself to his knees and began to crawl ever so slowly towards Chase, his eyes locked on hers. She watched as he approached, reached out and began to caress her stocking clad calves in his strong hands. Peering into his eyes, Chase could sense the deep, hidden fires burning within Bruce. Some day, she would have to explore his inner thoughts and fears, but at this moment, Chase had more base plans for him. As his hands crossed her thighs and came in contact with her hips, Bruce tugged on the band of her panties, tearing away the lacy fabric easily off of her body. Bruce leaned his head in close until chase could feel his warm breath on her thighs. Bruce ran his fingers through the neatly trimmed patch of hair around her pussy, teasing her moist lower lips and playing with her opening. Chase shuddered as Bruce played with her pussy, teasingly inserting just the tip of a finger into her and running it along her slit. She was on fire and wanted so desperately to tell him what she most desired, however, experience had taught her that such perverse needs were best held until she was certain the man could handle them. She decided instead on the next best thing, a nice bit of passionate love making. "Eat me." she whispered, her mind reeling from Bruce's talented fingers. More than happy to oblige, he pressed his mouth into the hot flesh of her pussy. He was dying to taste her and by drawing it out, his desire was greatly heightened. He covered the length of her slit with soft kisses, savoring her sweet womanly aroma. A finer woman would be hard to imagine and Bruce knew that he would have to pull out all the stops if he was going to satisfy Chase. As Bruce teased her, Chase ran her slim manicured fingers through his thick blond hair. By the time his tongue made contact with her pussy lips, Chase was ready to scream. He began with long slow strokes, painting her pussy with his tongue, kissing it lovingly. His fingers slowly worked their way inside of Chase, exploring her insides just as his mouth did the same to her outer lips. For what seemed like hours, Bruce kept Chase in a state of high arousal, but never pushed her over the edge of climax. He explored every inch of her pussy with his lips, tongue and fingers, carefully avoiding her clit, until she ached with the need for release. All the while, he had been working his fingers in and out of her, fucking her with now three fingers. Sensing her arousal and feeling her grip tighten in his hair, pulling him close, Bruce moved his mouth upwards to her erect clit. "Oh yes." Chase moaned, feeling his lips brush against her pulsing bud. Knowing how close to the edge she was, she wrapped her long legs tightly around his head and grabbed two handful of his hair. "Oh Bruce, make me cum." she cried as his mouth closed over her clit, sucking hard and fast, matching his frenzied finger fucking. Bruce felt Chase smother him between her thighs, forcing him to nearly drown in the flood of juices she let loose as her climax wracked her body. He lapped at her sweet nectar, savoring her taste and simultaneously driving her ever madder as her orgasm consumed her. Bruce felt deep satisfaction at hearing Chase screaming her way through climax. He lived by a simple sexual principle, the better you give, the better you receive. He only hoped Chase held similar beliefs. Bruce kept up his sucking until Chase's orgasm subsided and she loosened her vice grip on, at last, collapsing onto the couch. Chase was out of breath and thin sheen of perspiration glistened on her skin in the moonlight. Standing, Bruce went from the room without a word, returning moments later with a bottle of water. The simple gesture so touched Chase that she forget to question how Bruce knew his way to the kitchen in the dark. It also renewed her desire to return the pleasure he had given her. They sat next to each other, sipping the water and kissing for several minutes. Chase slowly worked her hand up Bruce's thigh until at last she wrapped her fingers around the hard shaft of his cock. It felt so big and hard in her hand, smooth hot skin, pulsing under her touch. The fat purple head was swollen and already shining with leaking pre-cum. Chase took a final swig of water and let head fall into Bruce's lap. She curled up on the couch next to him as her soft lips make contact with the head of his cock. In that position, Chase reminded Bruce of Selena Kyle, his most recent lost love, "but not even Selena used her tongue this well." He thought. Her lips parted, allowing Bruce's hard cock to slip inch by inch into her cool mouth. The ice water added to the intense pleasure she gave him. As she did this, Chase circled her tongue around his cock with amazing skill, driving him to the edge of climax almost instantly. Her head began to bob delicately in his lap as Chase sucked most of him into her mouth. She knew that to deep throat a cock the size of Bruce's would be no problem, but there were limits to what she was prepared to reveal about her sexual nature and talents. Besides, he didn't seem to mind at all. Bruce Wayne was having trouble holding back as Chase's oral talents nearly overwhelmed him. Were he in costume as Batman, he would have grabbed her head and fucked her mouth good and hard until her unloaded in her mouth. Such rough sexuality was expected from the wanton sluts who often fell at the feet of the Dark Knight, but this was an educated, classy lady. Bruce decided to hold back on his aggression and simply enjoy the feelings. As Chase sensed Bruce's impending climax, she added to her stellar blowjob by wrapping her hand tightly around the base of his shaft and stroked to match her lip motions. She was pumping his cock like she wanted to milk it dry. In reality, Chase wanted nothing more than to jerk Bruce's dick off right into her mouth. He would certainly love it, as would she, however, she feared it might set the wrong tone for their relationship. After all, she was a Ph.D. and as such, his expectations of her would be higher. To swallow his cum on their first date might cause Bruce Wayne to disregard her as a common strumpet. Feeling his balls begin to tighten in inevitable climax, Bruce thought briefly of not warning Chase, so that he could spurt into her warm mouth. However, knowing the sort of repercussions this could cause he regretfully moaned a warning. "Oh Chase, I'm going to cum." Pulling her lips away, the beautiful doctor doubled her hand motions, pumping wildly on the hard cock she held. With a sudden convulsion, Bruce's body stiffened and his cock exploded a fountain of sperm. The thick fluid sprayed out onto his chest and stomach. It streaked his body and her fingers, running down and polling in Bruce's navel. Chase wanted so badly to lick his body clean of his sweet fuck juices. When at last Bruce stopped pumping and closed his eyes to catch his breath, Chase snuck a quick taste from her fingers, savoring his taste a moment before curling up next to him on the couch, resting her head on his strong shoulders. "Give me a minute to catch my breath." He said. "Then let's continue this in the bedroom." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |