In case you all don’t remember, there was a little movie that came out in July 2008 called *The Dark Knight.* If you don’t remember, you also forgot that EVERYONE went as Joker that year for Halloween. EVERYONE. I did not. I decided to go as Spider-Man. Sam Raimi’s trilogy had wrapped up the previous year, and I didn’t use my 2001 costume then. I figured it’d be funny with all the Batmen and Jokers running around to be a Marvel character from a now defunct and maligned franchise.
My friend Chad called me up (yes, that Chad) and invited me to a party. It was going to be at a hotel downtown. One of Chad’s ex frat bros was hosting. He’d gone into stocks and hit some company called Visa’s IPO that March. Whatever that is, right? The party was even going to have a few D-list celebs he’d been clubbing with, and he sent out his assistant to clubs the last few weekends to hand out invites to only 10/10 girls.
I get to Chad’s apartment he shared with three other dudes. He’s dressed as Caesar. And I quote, “I’m going commando, too. Easy access, bro,” at which point he flashed his dick at me and cackled. Chad, two of his roommates, and I go and find the limo we rented for the evening. Pro tip: always have a limo rented for busy nights with friends. No uber sketchiness. Plenty of room if you pick someone up. Surprisingly cost effective.
We get to the party and I pull my mask up. I had a silly string mechanism in my wrists. We get out and it’s like a red carpet affair. We’re ushered inside by hotel staff assuring we don’t wander into the wrong ballroom. The lobby is full of people in costume. Not just for our event, but Halloween parties all over the city. I shoot some unsuspecting people with silly string. Some girls scream. Guys laugh. Good times.
Inside the party it looks like a club. Sounds like one, too. I can barely hear anything except the music. We get to drinking and start cruising the floor. Chad’s bros veer off seeing people they know. Chad and I go on the prowl. That’s when we see them. One girl is dressed as sexy Batman. No, not Batgirl nor Batwoman. Sexy. Batman. Her friend was dressed as sexy Joker from Dark Knight. Chad wants to fuck Batman. No judgement. That leaves me with Joker. Well, who knows what she really looks like, but she’s obvious down to clown so let’s gooooooo.
How to make a sexy Joker costume: 1) Do makeup like Joker. 2) Wear tight white blouse, purple half-jacket from 80s, and a purple miniskirt.
We make our way over and order a round from our cocktail waitress for all four of us after a brief introduction. Every event we go to, we find one waitress and make sure our glasses are full for the evening with a big pre-tip of $100. We never had to wait for drinks. Ever. I tell Joker that I like her costume, but it’s a little scary. She cackles and I realize I’m about to test the “Don’t put your dick in crazy,” rule.
Joker tells me she likes the Spider-Man costume and I realize I still have half the mask on. I take off the top half revealing the rest of my face. “Wish I could take mine off. I didn’t realize how bad this makeup was going to be.” I told her she looked great and she just laughed again. Chad asks if they want to dance and we go get down. Batman girl has her cowl off now and is just dancing in a batsuit top (complete with biceps) and leather looking skirt. Her and Chad look ecstatic.
As we’re dancing, Joker and Batman are grinding their asses on us and a crowd is kinda forming because it’s funny. Calls start coming in from dudes for Joker to kiss Batman. They’re laughing and go for it. Pics are taken. Chad moves the dudes along and we kind of protect the girls. Joker’s makeup is smeared a bit from the making out. Chad drags us off the floor, “Dude, we’re gonna cruise in the limo.”
We get into the limo laughing hysterically at nothing in particular and the driver puts up his divider after the call to just drive around the city. Girls use the moon roof to much wooing. When they come back in, Batman asks us if we have any blow. Chad shakes his head. Joker pulls out a baggie. “I have some molly. It’s pretty decent.” Without even thinking, Batman grabs the bag and takes one. She hands it to Chad who looks at me like, “Bro, we doing this?” I look back at him like, “Even if it ends in a fourway, ride or die.” We down the molly and pass back to Joker who takes the last one.
I don’t know who reading this has rolled, but let me tell you: it’s like swimming in a pool that’s the same temperature as your skin, but is able to adjust heat or coolness as you need it to feel enveloped. I slide into a sorta trance and realize I’m stroking Batman’s leg. I stop, but she begs me not to. I look to Joker and she’s biting her lip watching me tease Batman’s leg. I start stroking her leg, too and giggle uncontrollably. “You have to feel this. Hold on.” I stand up and switch seats and put their hands on each other’s legs. “You feel that? You’re both so soft. I feel like a forest.”
Chad pipes in, “…feel like a forest. Holy shit. Yeah… I do…” and he’s rubbing his naked hairy leg, legs spread, balls and dick visible in the short toga. Batman is checking out his package and licking her lips and Joker’s hands have moved to her own breasts. “I do feel soft.” “Yeah, but they’re so big,” Batman chimed in. “Not like my tiny tits.” She takes off the batsuit top, with help from Chad, and is wearing a cami underneath. Joker had her jacket off since we got in the limo. I guess I can describe them here…
Batman is blonde, about 5’10” wearing platforms, A-cup breasts and eraser nipples poking through the cami. She’s conventionally pretty, but not someone you’d recognize, if you catch my meaning. She looks like an average hot blonde girl. But she had abs of steel, I remember that. Her legs were long and fit as well, though she didn’t have much of an ass.
Joker, I can’t see her face at this point well. She’s 5’3″-5’5″, shoulder length hair greased up for the costume. She’s normal sized and not super fit, but she has an ample chest. I would have guessed Cs, but they were DDs. The thing I remember most was her neck. It was statuesque for a shorter girl and had a mole/birthmark spot on the right side.
We all start spacing out and just enjoying life as the drug works it’s magic. Limo guy asks if we want to get out at the hotel again and we do. We stumble inside and end up in an elevator. I ask Chad if he got a room and he said no. He just started pushing buttons. We all laugh and ride up. The elevator opens on a new floor and it’s packed with partiers. We join in and just have a blast.
About an hour later I realize I’m alone. But I’m not. I’m surrounded by people, but they’re not my people. I miss my people. I want my people back. I decide to go find them because I love them so much and miss them. I find Joker talking to some guy and just walk up to her and kiss her. I tell her to follow me. “We have to find the others.” She’s down and doesn’t even say goodbye.
We end up in another elevator and we’re making out. I’m covered in white face paint and red lipstick when it opens to what I think is the roof and freak out a bit. I have a thing about heights. After some coaxing I realize we’re on a private pool deck. It’s technically a roof, but not the real roof. We wander around and try to find our friends, getting pointed in their direction. Somehow we ended up back on another elevator I’d never been in before.
This time we end up in suite. Like the elevator opened and it was it’s own room. I’m like whispering “Chad.. Chad..” thinking we’re trespassing. Chad comes strutting out butt ass naked except his laurel crown. “WELCOME, ROMANS! COME! JOIN US!” I’m like, “what the fuck are you doing?!” but he ignores me and ushers us in. The room was booked for his friend, but he wasn’t going to use it. Chad decided to take it for himself and pretend to be the friend.
“You’ve done it again. How?” He doesn’t bother explaining and just points us towards the view. Everything is amazing. The view is. Chad is. The girls are awesome. What a fucking night? Some music starts playing and we’re vibing and I start kissing Joker again. Chad and Batman are chilling on a couch nearby watching us make out. After much grinding, I reach my hands up her skirt and pull off her underwear.
Her ass exposed to the others, I squeezed and spanked it lightly. “Come on, you can do better than that.” I spanked her harder and she moaned. I heard the distinct sound of platforms on hard flooring. “No, like this.” Standing between my legs, a woman in a Batman mask raises her hand and spanks the woman wearing Joker makeup grinding my dick through spandex Spider-Man pants. The moment hit me and I laughed. “This is unreal. I love it.”
Batman moves her hands over Joker’s body and she asks for a turn. Joker slides off and sits next to me and I expect Batman to kiss her, but instead Batman kisses me and straddles me. We make out for a bit and then Joker kisses me again. They don’t really play with each other, but that’s okay by me. I look over the Chad and he’s sitting there half asleep. I look back to Batman and she tells me not to worry. He’s already taken care of.
We make our way back to the bedroom and I start to undress but they’re both like, “No no… hold on.” So they get me on the bed on my back and I hang my head off and they take turns making out with me upside down and giggling. While Batman is kissing me, Joker climbs on top and pulls off my boxerbriefs, going down on me. I’m lost in transit. I have no idea where I am except possibly Nirvana. The place, not the band. Each lick of her tongue was like electric. Batman’s tongue flooding my mouth.
I feel Joker stop and break to look. She’s lowering herself onto my cock bare. I feel her lips part for me and she slides me along her slit lubing me up before plunging me fully into her. Her shirt comes off, but she still has that goofy Joker make up and I smile while she grinds against my pelvis. She rides me for awhile and then climbs off to suck me again. This time Batman got involved and pushed her away. She guided me in and started bouncing on my cock, unlike the back and forth grinding Joker liked. I felt like I got a feel for my superheroines tastes at this point.
Batman’s movements are threatening to break my dick off with a wrong bounce, so I grasp her shoulders tight holding her still and start topping her from the bottom, fucking hard into her. In less than a minute she’s cumming loudly all over me and falls off next to me. Still hard, and covered in creamy chick cum, Joker wipes me up with a hand towel she got from who knows where. I get onto my knees and pull her under me. Teasing her entrance, I finally slide back into her and make love to her. Like, totally like we’d known each other forever kind of love making. I anticipated her needs and she mine. She moaned like it, too. My back was clawed to all hell. She came under me for what could have been 5 minutes. I was about to bust inside her when I looked up and Chad was in the doorway.
He called Batman back to him and they left. I looked back down at the smeared white clown makeup on the face below me, and couldn’t cum yet. After awhile of this love making, I was thinking nothing was going to happen but I didn’t care because I was having so much fun. That’s when I blurted out, “I love you.” To my surprise she said, “I love you, too,” I don’t quite remember what happened next, but I know we both collapsed into each other and twisted our essences together until we made a bright pink and orange color that exploded into a million diamonds. It was at that moment I had the most intense orgasm of my life to that point. Soaked in Oxytocin, this fresh rush was like a shot at the end of a beer sending me into overdrive.
I blew a load so hard, I thought she was going to fly off the bed. She was vibrating beneath me and moaning herself. When I finally subsided I passed out. I woke up hours later to laughter in the shower. I peeked in to see Batman completely out of costume and blowdrying her hair while Joker washed the yuck off of her face. That was the moment I decided to be the next reason her face was covered white. I walked in and brushed my teeth with a complimentary toothbrush. I climbed into the shower with Joker and she just said “Hi,” and blushed at me. I reciprocated and we showered each other. I know the molly hand been long worn off, but it felt great like it hadn’t.
Batman finished blowdrying and went off. We finished as well and dried off. While she was bent over the sink, I couldn’t help myself. I climbed behind her, long having a hard on, and teased her slit like she liked, before pushing into her slowly. I started fucking her from behind while we watched each other in the mirror and it was so damn hot. Batman came back to get something, but just stood there and watched. I kept fucking until I was ready to cum and Joker told me not inside her.
I slowed and pulled out and Batman said, “Cum in me.” I looked at Joker and asked if she minded and she just laughed and said, “we’re way past that.” Batman bent her ass over and shook it at me and I fucked her for no more than 30 seconds before blowing my load. When I finished I slide out and my shaft glistened and Joker said, “I’m so fucking jealous right now.” Her face was red and she stormed off and I went to her. I should have said no to Batman. Oops.
Anyway, Joker ended up being crazy as shit. When she said she loved me it wasn’t just the molly. Apparently, she was one of those crazy people that fall into infatuation and think it’s love. We didn’t see each other again. Ended up having a threeway with Chad and Batman a few times though when they started dating. She loved cock and cum and since I’d already fucked her once, Chad felt it was okay to be the third for them when she was feeling extra.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qh8d90/that_time_spiderman_fucked_batman_and_the_joker
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