The put-on's On Batgirl
( The sequel to The turkey's On Batgirl )
By rutger5 Copyright 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the heavy bag with one final flurry of punches but like all late sweat it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the dirty bin before heading for the gym exit. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her onyx marble skin than the steamy gym interior had but it didn't cause Barbara to vary her plans.

After a quick reaching of her toned quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five miles and thirty five instant later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her flat building. A short-change while later after showering Barbara ate her lonely dinner then settled onto the cast with a Word of God. Despite her honorable efforts to learn she soon found her judgement drifting to other weightier subjects.

Two break up thoughts occupied her intelligent brain to the exclusion of all else. The first was whether she could ever adopt the mantle of Batgirl again. For ever since that fateful night when the Joker and his mob had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was unsure what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal joint conviction from the metropolis she had risked life sentence and limb for legion times fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally strong enough to continue being a masked crime fighter.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a orphic aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was captive her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and nothing seemed to assist. Cumming only made it uncollectible and she'd been forced to carry extra dyad of sensible, white cotton wool pantie with her at all times so she could change when they became soaked from her plentiful and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a singles bar ( while disguised in a blond wig and sunglasses ) with the purpose of picking up a stranger for anon. sex. The only thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her needs she still had some minimum standards and for some reason that nighttime only the dreg of world were present. So she had settled for visiting a sleazy sex shop in Gotham's red-light district instead, purchasing a expectant, realistic dildo that resembled a cock with balls.

It had received numerous workouts in the forgetful meter she'd owned it and while it helped to fill a vacancy it wasn't the like as a warm, human soundbox. What was worsened was that each orgasm it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd become an uncontrollable nympho and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to sprain back the clock. She would drift off into an awkward sleep after hours of masturbation, her dildo slick with her own juices lying beside her, only to awaken the next morning as horny as ever. She had begun to get dark R-2 under her eyes from lack of quietus and it was only her skill with makeup that prevented others from noticing.

Making issue worse was that country in her life that would get comforted her in the past or been a place of refuge no longer were. Due to the destiny of what had happened Barbara had avoided her Church Father, at least in the form, though they had talked on the telephone set. She had stated how busy and tiring work had been lately as an excuse and he hadn't pressed the consequence.

Part of that was because he'd been wracked by guilt and intuitive feeling distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the hand ( and assorted other soundbox voice ) of the Joker and his gang. Since he'd been the one to tell her of the turkey's escape and had given her his ( reluctant ) blessing to hunt down for him he felt responsible for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a public instruction in support of Batgirl in the aftermath, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the right thing and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way responsible for. All his remaining push had been directed at trying to give chase down the joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the face of the Earth and there wasn't even a rumor of his locating in Gotham's underworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no comfort at work for like most places in Gotham City the Batgirl video was the main matter of conversation with most bibliothec weighing in ( in hushed quality, of course ) on the controversial and raunchy matter. The most mean comments came from Miss Peychaud, a prune faced, bitter spinster of the old school whose groovy pleasures in animation consisted of scolding fry who spoke too loudly and maligning any cleaning lady more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine percent of the distaff population.

"Why she's nothing but a green woman of the street and libertine,"she hissed to Mrs. Jones, an owlish and affable fellow librarian, as the women took their gaolbreak inside the faculty lounge one fine summertime afternoon.

"Now I don't know about that Miss Peychaud,"the larger adult female replied before her angulate co-worker interrupted.

"Oh please, dispense with me. Even before her sordid demeanour was exposed for all to see it was plain to me that she had the morals of an back street cat in heat. I mean have you seen the getup that she prances around in ? It's so skintight that it's a wonder she can take a breath at all and I have no dubiety that if one were to look closely one could see every detail of her Mon venus despite it being technically covered."

"Well I admit her costume isn't loose fitting but she also has the figure to pull it off. almost of us would look dopy or uncollectible if we were to try to decorate that way. Still no matter what she wears she's done a lot of good things. Countless times I've read in the newspapers about her capturing some felon or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my contention that her so hollo heroics are at best exaggerations to sell papers and more likely outright Lie. If you dig deep you'd probably encounter that she traded intimate party favour with these newsperson in order for them to publish such tripe so she could go famous. No, mark my words, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving picture is the genuine Batgirl - a degenerate tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fists as her anger grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old woman for after Barbara had been appointed brain librarian fille Peychaud had told anyone that would take heed that young woman Gordon was far too Young and inexperienced for such a responsibility but it must be nice to have supporter in high spot. Barbara tried to remain calm but as all the bile streamed out of misfire Peychaud's mouth she finally reached her breaking head. Just as she began to resist with the aim of giving the malicious viper a part of her intellect another bibliothec burst into the way gasping for breath.

"Miss Gordon ! seminal fluid quickly, we have a problem !"

"Yes Enid, what's the matter ?"Barbara asked, forgetting about everything else when she saw the worry etched on the junior librarian's face.

"There's a man using the computer… and oh my. I don't know how to say this…"

"calmness down Enid,"Barbara told her in a soothing tone as she headed for the door,"and distinguish me as we walk. OK ?"

"Oh yes Miss Gordon, I'm sorry I get so excited. But when I became a bibliothec I didn't realize I'd be dealing with situations like this. I thought overdue library books would be the worst affair I'd have to address with."

The early bibliothec wanting to know what was happening had stopped their conversation and begun to come Barbara and Enid while listening intently.

"So like I was saying Miss Gordon there's a man using a computing device, but I think he's homeless person because his clothes are filthy and he smells really bad."

"While that isn't pleasant Enid I don't think…"

"No, that's not the real problem although another patron complained about that. So I went over there to look into, and Miss Gordon he's watching porno on the library computer with the loudness turned up all the way."

"All right Enid, I'll hold this. You wait here."

"Are you sure enough fille Gordon, if you want I'll come with you,"she replied though it was exculpated by the look on her brass she didn't want to.

"Yes I'm sure."

With a determine look in her eye Barbara walked into the data processor way while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs. Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could hear the tinny speech sound of a woman moaning before she saw the man and truth be told her sensitive nose smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a recent cause filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham City malefactor Liberties Union ) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching smut fungus in the depository library weren't grounds enough for removal. Still she had to at least try to get him to change his demeanor for the good of the other library exploiter.

"excuse me sir,"she said as she approached him from behind,"might I have a word with you about making the library experience better for all ?"

At the sound of her voice the man swiveled in his professorship and faced her and it was clear from his appearance that he and bathing were unknown. He was probably heart aged but he was so dingy and unkempt that it was severe to tell for sure. The man was on the compact face with longish, oleaginous hair and an unshaved face while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for gold. On seeing the visual sensation of feminine loveliness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

"Hey child, you want some of what she's getting on screen ? Is that why you're here ? Cause I have just what you need,"he told her as he fondled himself obscenely through his filthy trousers.

Her retort died on her lips as her eyes took in the woman on screen who was the recipient of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her hungriness body as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple hard hammer filling every fix. For a moment she remained frozen until she regained her composure and cleared her throat.

"Umm, no thank you sir. What I was hoping,"she said while avoiding looking at both the computer screen and the man's bulging groin,"was that you could show some thoughtfulness for your fellow subroutine library patrons. Could you perhaps turn the volume down or use the leave headphones so as not to disturb others ?"

"Why ? No one else is here but you and me sweetie. Besides I know my rights,"he said before belching loudly.

"Yes, your right wing,"Barbara replied, her olfactory organ wrinkling in disgust from the smell of decaying teeth intermingled with cheap gin."So you won't reconsider then ?"

"No but my offer still goes for you. If you're courteous or rather filthy I'll give you a good fuck. What do you say miss Prim and Proper ?"he asked while chuckling.

Without saying another word Barbara turned on her cad and recede and as she did she could feel his heart staring at her intone legs and butt the whole clip. She didn't intermission but strode past the former librarians and continued to the front man desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the phone she dialed as the other librarian clucked like a tidy sum of hens.

"Yes, Gotham urban center law section. I'm calling from the principal ramification of the Gotham City Library where we're having a bit of a problem with mortal. Could you please send a patrol car here as soon as possible ? Thank you so much,"she said before hanging up.

"I have to say Miss Gordon that though I don't normally believe in using one's connective in this case its justified,"misfire Peychaud sniffed.

"wellspring missy Peychaud while I'm so delight to meet your favorable reception I've used no connections. I didn't mention my gens or my beginner nor do I program to. The fact is though this soul may view whatever fabric he wants on the computer there are former element which I'll point out to the constabulary when they arrive which should accept aid of this problem, at least for today."

True to her countersign Barbara spoke to the responding officers and accompanied them to the estimator room. When the man saw them he immediately began to dissent loudly about his rights when the older of the two officers cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to convince some bleeding essence judge but I don't maintenance. At the least I can charge you with drunk and disorderly and throw you in the tank until you're sober. And if you give me a arduous time then I'll charge you with lewd and lascivious behaviour and who is the judge going to believe - a patch of human being garbage like you or a sweetly Cy Young woman like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and leave not only this library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just forget you have right hand. Now move !"

Grumbling to himself the bum stood and shuffled off with the officers accompanying him. The older one tipped his cap to Barbara and said"Ma'am,"as he departed.

Sighing in relief she thought they'd pauperism to have the janitor disinfect the chair before it could be used again. She side by side turned her attention to the figurer with the intention of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself ineffectual to. Barbara did manage to mute the volume but for the next five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving radical of ‘ histrion'double penetrated the young woman.

It was only when she felt her own secernment start trickling past her panties and down her thigh that she moved. Turning off the monitor she headed to her office where she took the care of locking the door before pulling up her chick and sitting with branch spread wide-cut. Since her dildo was back at home Barbara had to extemporise with what was usable. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the deception. It was a souvenir from when she had attended a bibliothec convention in the country's working capital and was shaped like the Washington Monument.

Barbara's agile pink tongue first licked the ice paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her panty to the side exposing her juicy pussy. Carefully she inserted it between her pink lower rim and as it slid inside it made a squishy sound. Barbara was so evoke already that this was enough to spark off an orgasm though she was far from satiated. She waited until her pussy spasm lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, hungry hole.

Putting one foundation up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her idea flashbacked to the ikon she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her achieve another orgasm within a few minutes it wasn't enough. Using her free hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could tweak her erect nipple while continuing to fuck herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

Closing her heart she allowed her lifelike imagination to remove over and if her fellow librarians had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would have been dumbfounded. For in her brain she replayed what had just transpired in the calculator room with a far different outcome. At the point where she had turned to give Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waistline and pushing her down face first onto the tabular array. His lousy hand pulled up her wench and yanked down her panty and seconds later he rammed his knockout cock into her.

In her fantasy he was relentless, pounding her tight pinkness hard and firm while yanking back on her hair until her neck brawn were taut. His other hand pinched and slapped her firm rear as he continued thrusting testis deeply making her cry out with pleasure.

"Yes, sacrifice it to me ! Please don't stop !"Barbara gasped as her own hired man drove her closelipped and closer until she let out a low, pharyngeal moan as she came like gangbusters.

It took a few minutes for her to recover her equilibrium after her massive orgasm at which full point her hand released her tender breast and she slid the glass paperweight from her melt down sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop of her ambrosia before returning the paperweight to its berth on her desk with a newfound philia for the souvenir.

Standing on shaky legs Barbara fixed her vesture before opening a window to air out her office for the heady aroma of female lust was overpowering. After that she returned to work and was able to build it through the rest of the day without losing control again.

Though still undecided on whether she would ever become Batgirl again, Barbara had retrieved her mutilated costume from her rented garage and set about mending it. Perhaps inspired by her now increased libido she did make some change to it however. Where previously it had been a one piece skintight jumpsuit, with a zip in the back, she turned it into two pieces.

The top segment she simply hemmed at the waistline leaving the zipper intact while also hemming the top of the stern section and of grade mending what sections Harley and the jokester had cut. That allowed the seat to be removed by rolling them off while leaving the top on. In fact after completing the alterations she had lain in her bed sans bottoms with the rest of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking sexual climax while watching it all extend in the mirror.

As for the jubilant homecoming of Batgirl it was fate that decided matter for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Sat three workweek after the joker incident when Barbara was approaching her flat building after a longsighted run. She had been exercising more and more in the hope that tiring herself out might lessen or at least blunt her sex drive with fiddling resolution to show for it. Despite her running a prospicient aloofness than normal she felt hornier than ever with her pussy bed wetter than the eternal sleep of her perspiration soaked body. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to circle the block as a nerveless down.

Now much as Barbara's flat building had an alley on one side as well as behind it so did many of the other apartment building in the locality. It was while passing such an back street around the corner from her base that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the shot in the library loitering about while imbibition from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory fantasy, in rattling animation she had no desire to get within ten feet of him so she continued jogging.

Still even after returning to her apartment it troubled her that he was about her neighborhood. At the least he was a boozy pain in the neck and she suspected if given half a hazard he might do some literal shenanigan. Because of that Barbara decided to forgo putting on the air conditioning despite the summer heat and instead opened her windowpane before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just coincidence Barbara soon heard a commotion as she drank down the thickset potable. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the familiar bum gesticulating wildly while making crude and obscene commentary. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a woman by what he was saying. Under normal circumstances she probably would bear phoned the police while keeping an eye on the situation to give sure enough it didn't escalate but something snapped in her.

Maybe it was because of how he had acted in the depository library or all her pent up frustrations from the preceding few week's consequence but Barbara had reached her breaking degree. Sprinting to her bedchamber she stripped off her dress before donning her Batgirl costume in record metre. No sooner had she slipped the wig and mask on her head then she was slithering out her bedroom window, fastening the mantle once she reached the alley.

While her bedroom windowpane faced behind her construction, the kitchen looked out on the side and it was there that she'd seen and heard the bum. Gliding silently forward she turned the corner of the building where she saw that he had managed to corner a young adult female pushing a pusher. Barbara recognized her as an au duo from Sverige who was working the summertime for a yoke who also lived in her building.

The girl must have been cutting through the alley on her return when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. practically as in the program library he was fondling his genital organ while she appeared freeze down with fear and unable to move. There is no telling what would have happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that moment he seized the wrist of the Cy Young womanhood while brandishing a boxcutter in the other mitt. He dragged her away from the stroller and toward the dumpster.

"Now keep quiet girlie and do as you're told or I'll damage you,"he ordered as he let go of her so he could lower his zip fastener though he never got the chance.

"Hey puke, why not let her go and take your chance with me instead,"Batgirl called out in a loud voice.

He whirled around and saw her standing five pes away with her gloved paw on her hips, her good, red sassing curled in a one-half smile.

"Batgirl ! Didn't the jokester put you in your place from what I saw ? Maybe you want some to a greater extent of that, huh ? So what's it gon na be. This,"he said brandishing the razor knife,"or maybe you want some of this ?"he told her holding his privates."After seeing your video I'm guessing it's gon na be my hard cock."

"Well why don't you come nigher and I'll tell you,"she replied hoping to describe him away from the au twosome and her charge.

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the bulwark against her back. He inched closer holding the blade before him when without warning she struck. Her beef was so fasting that the weapon was knocked from his now numb hand before he realized it while the next one connected solidly with his midsection forcing his hint out with a gasp. The coup de grace she uncharacteristically delivered with her fist, striking the reeling man on his jaw so hard he was sent sprawling onto the alley pavement.

The next thing Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au pair was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a minute Batgirl couldn't move as the stuffiness of the Scandinavian overwhelmed her senses. The young woman smelled like summer strawberries and wild flowers and her soft, busty body felt care heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the tour she was under enough to speak.

"You're receive fille but perhaps you could let me go so I can make sure that he's no longer a threat."

"Inga, I am Inga,"the young cleaning woman answered as she reluctantly released her rescuer though she remained so shut that Batgirl could still feel her tender breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a earphone with you could you address the police force ?"Batgirl asked though she was ineffectual to look into the Lester Willis Young woman's ice blue eyes as she did so, afraid the au pair would be able-bodied to see the salacious thoughts she was thinking about her.

"Yes, I have mobile phone. I call 911, no ?"

"That's flop Inga,"Batgirl replied as she checked on the condition of the would-be rapist.

He was still conscious though very groggy and it took but a minute for Batgirl to vagabond him onto his stomach and secure his hired man with a ziptie she removed from a pocket on her public utility company belt ammunition. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her telephone and smiled at her before making sure as shooting her Whitney Moore Young Jr. charge was okay. The toddler had managed to log Z's through all the excitement and had a peaceful smiling on his cherubic face. After satisfying herself that he was mulct Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

"Police on way Batgirl, you are my heroine ! I was so scared when that man seize me and then you were there to save me. But my heart still beating so fast ! Here, you see,"she said taking Batgirl's hand and placing it on her ample chest.

Batgirl swallowed hard for though she could feel Inga's heart pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heating from her wax, shapely breast even through her glove. Once Batgirl's hand was pressed to her bounteous breast Inga sighed and closed her eyes while holding it in seat until Batgirl felt her own heart rate quicken.

"You must let me thank you properly Batgirl. If not for you then who knows what happen to me. So what you say ?"she said opening her eyes and staring into Batgirl's.

"There's no need for that Inga. Helping you was all the reward I need,"Batgirl replied, her backtalk suddenly dry.

"You so sweet as well as brave but I really want to do…something… to show my perceptiveness. I do anything for you,"she said before licking her turn down lip sensuously.

Batgirl was spared having to answer for right at that moment a police car screeched to a halt at the mouth of the alley. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl's hand as the flatfoot climbed from the car and approached them.

"So what happened here ?"one of the police officer asked as he surveyed the scene.

"This bad man,"Inga said gesturing toward the bum on the ground,"he grab me and going to try to do bad things to me when she come from nowhere and make unnecessary me."

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

"Yes officer Muldoon, I happened to be in the neighbourhood when I heard him making threatening input so I investigated. I found him holding her at knifepoint and he definitely had bad design so I intervened. The knife is decently over there,"Batgirl said while pointing out the location of the boxcutter.

"James Whitcomb Riley,"the first off policeman barked out,"get that in an evidence bag and make sure not to foul it. By the way Batgirl I'm glad to see you're still in the fight after everything that's happened."

"Thank you, that means a lot to me knowing there are still masses in my recession,"she replied in a repose voice.

"Now misfire,"he said addressing Inga,"I'm going to necessitate some information from you for my report."

As policeman Muldoon took down Inga's program line his better half was dragging the assailant up to his feet and moving him to the police car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a modest crowd of looker-on had gathered and even high-risk was that there were many people watching from windowpane in the surrounding building. How on dry land would she be capable to get back to her own flat undetected with all these observers she wondered.

"All right young woman Oleson I believe we have enough to go on for now. We'll be in touch with you as the vitrine proceeds. wagerer get the little feller back home."

"Okay, thank you. I will Officer."

She had started to move toward the stroller when she stopped and turned around before rushing up to Batgirl and hugging her once again. Then with no warning she kissed the offense fighter aircraft on the sassing while slipping something into her hand.

"That scorecard has my mobile number and electronic mail address on it so contact me. Tomorrow is my off day,"she whispered before going.

The crowd had burst into cheers at the fiddling show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the entryway of the building. Batgirl on the other hand stood there with her brass as red as a beet and she didn't know what her next move should be when she realized an officer was speaking to her.

"It's turning into a Circus out here so I was wondering if you would wish to go to the stationhouse and commit your instruction there ?"

Seeing an out to escape the situation about returning home Batgirl nodded in agreement to the suggestion. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

"Since that dirtbag is in the game seat why don't you ride in the forepart with us. It might be a piddling crowded but considerably than being with the trash."

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the seat with Officer Muldoon following and while it was a snuggery fit it was certainly better than the alternative. officeholder Riley was using the police force radio to report they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the front of the patrol car gave Batgirl a feeling of nostalgia from when she was a girl and rode on occasion with her male parent and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying close aid so when Officer James Whitcomb Riley had to stop unawares due to a traffic light source changing she was caught off safety. Officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his left manus shot out to steady himself and scent up on top of Batgirl's leg right on above her knee.

"Sorry,"he mumbled.

"That's alright,"she replied but even after the car resumed moving his mitt remained on her thigh.

Well to be to a greater extent precise his hand did move but it began creeping in high spirits up her leg while stroking it softly. Initially Batgirl felt unsure of what to say or do about this. On one helping hand he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an intimate way and to make matters worsened he had a gold wedding ceremony band on his finger so he must be married. But on the other hired man she was very aroused and his hand felt so good as it climbed higher.

Making her decision she spread her second joint wider allowing his helping hand access to her covered mound. When the car stopped at the next red light police officer James Whitcomb Riley's helping hand began to fondle her former leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her thighs. During all this no one spoke and Batgirl focused her eyes straight ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary was taking situation. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing orgasm they reached their goal first and both men took their hands away leaving her high though not dry. After first removing the prisoner they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

"I'll bring him to a holding cell,"Officer Riley said taking the man by the elbow and guiding him down a corridor to the left.

"All right, you do that and I'll get Batgirl's assertion,"Officer Muldoon replied as he motioned for her to accompany him.

He escorted her to an unoccupied interview room and once they were inside he closed the door behind them. The room contained four metal professorship and a table and after the summertime heat outside the cool down air felt particularly cold against Batgirl's tegument. The cop produced a pen and a opus of paper before sitting down and she followed suit.

"Just write down what happened today if you don't brain and I'll attach it to our functionary report later."

"Of line policeman Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the seat trying to get well-situated but whether due to the surd, cold metal or her burning pussy she was unsuccessful.

Despite that it took only a few minute for her to write everything down in her distinctive cursive script.

"Finished,"she said putting down the pen and looking up.

He nodded in answer before standing then moving next to her where he leaned down so he could read it. As he did he rested a helping hand on her articulatio humeri and when she said aught he slid it down until he was palming her business firm bosom. Batgirl gasped when he squeezed it and before she knew it his other handwriting was squeezing the other one. Even before he'd touched her breast her nipples were hard from the air conditioning and his warm touch only stimulated them further.

In response her left-hand hand reached across her eubstance until it came into contact with officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his round to pant when she started massaging his bump through the cloth of his uniform trouser as his hard-on swelled turgid. She swiveled around in the professorship so that she had practiced access to what she wanted and though this caused him to secrete her breasts with what she was doing it was more than a reasonable trade off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one paw continued rubbing his rooster while the other mitt began unfastening his trousers. Only then did she move her hand off his prominence but just so she could use both workforce to yank down his bloomers and boxer. She giggled with delight when his laborious cock sprang up after being released but it had only a few seconds of freedom before she took it into her warm, inviting mouth.

She took him to the book binding of her mouth in one unruffled question before pulling back until only his swollen head remained inside. Batgirl's tongue swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a minute Batgirl began taking him deep while continuing to use her quick lingua on his throbbing cock. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his clod, adding to his pleasure and if things had continued like this for much tenacious he may accept cum Oklahoman than he wished. But just then the door opened and officeholder Riley slipped inside the interview room.

"What took you so long ? I've been waiting,"Batgirl told him after first pulling her mouth off his pardner's erection."Get over here and let me see if your tool is as tasty as his is."

Riley wasted no prison term but rushed to stand side by side to his spouse as he fumbled with his uniform pants. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's rigid dick and as soon as James Whitcomb Riley's bloomers were sunk her head swooped in. He was only partially upright but her hot mouth soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until James Whitcomb Riley was at wide mast, coating his member with her spittle before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the next few minutes Batgirl went back and Forth River between the two cops, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their minds with lust. It was police officer Muldoon that switched matter up, for rightfield after she'd released his cock and took his partner's he moved to the position of her. His hired man first moved her cape to one incline allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was capable to remove it freeing her pert, perky breasts. While this took place Batgirl managed to hold Riley's stiff cock in her mouth, though she had to momentarily take her hand off his balls.

Officer Muldoon's brim then took her sensitive teat into his mouthpiece and sucked on it while his glossa ran back and Forth over the erect nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a muffled moan as she continued sucking on Riley's erection for all she was worth. After a minute of bosom frolic Muldoon took his mouth away from her firm breast though his helping hand continued to tweak her nipple.

"Batgirl, do you think you can stand ? I really want to sample your pussy if I can."

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping Riley's stopcock in her mouth but she was able to pitch her body by raising her ass a few inches off the professorship allowing Muldoon to pull up it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her trunk so that she was standing in a bent over place which permitted Muldoon to get working on her undersurface. It wasn't easy as the cloth was skin tight and he had to slowly roll it past her hips and derriere but with persistence he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to wait any farsighted he crouched behind her and buried his face in her succulent peach and due to her arousal it was instantly coated with her sweet juices.

Batgirl gasped as his lingua worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could reach after which she began to rock her pelvis back and forth so that his tongue was literally fucking her. His hands grabbed her hip as he tried pushing his glossa deeper into her while her left hand reached back to pull on his hair. During this she continued to slew her lips the length of Riley's erection prompting him to engage her breast and shove it hard.

"Enough spit,"she cried out after stopping her cock sucking temporarily so she could speak,"I want your cock in me - now !"

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his tongue from her honey pot before standing. It took but a few moment for him to guide his erection to her waiting hole and she was so wet he sank balls deep with one poking. After letting out a little gasp Batgirl resumed sucking on Riley as Muldoon pumped her from behind.

Now whether it was because they were partners or just coincidence the two bull managed to synchronise their cause to an preternatural grade. As Muldoon's turncock bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's swollen head probed her pharynx as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both ending caused her to entertain onto Riley's legs for dear life as she felt an orgasm building.

A few thrusts later she was cumming on Muldoon's member, her juice seeping onto and past his driving shaft. He was sweating profusely by this sentence despite the air conditioning and he knew if things continued at this charge per unit he'd be filling her with his sperm in no meter. It wasn't that he didn't want to cum but he also wished to protract the pleasure so after one Thomas More knife thrust he pulled out of her tight, clenching pussy.

"Hey partner, you want a turn ? I'm telling you I've never felt a tighter pussy in my life and it's so hot and wet."

"sign me up for that buddy,"James Whitcomb Riley replied as his cock slipped from her mouth with a chain of saliva hanging down from it.

"If you're going to get it on me too then help me onto the table first,"Batgirl told him as she straightened her lithe, athletic organic structure up.

The two cops wasted no time but lifted and placed her on the tabletop in a sitting position.

"Mmmm, why don't you help me get my boots and pants off so we can throw some more fun."

Riley went ripe to work, first removing her high heeled boots before working her skintight rump down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her slope at the edge of the table and raised her speed leg into the air. Riley pulled her trunk to right where he wanted it before lining his cock up with her pussy. He rubbed it against her puffy lips and clit for a bit, doing his best to tease her but Batgirl was having none of that.

Her gloved manus reached down and wrapped around the beam of light just below the head and brought it to her gap before guiding it inside her brim. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her slit he surrendered to it and slide deep inside her wet folds. Now that Riley was where she wanted she turned her attention back to Muldoon who was standing nearby slowly stroking his erection.

"ship's officer Muldoon my little oral fissure is so discharge. Do you cognize of anything intemperately and tasty to fill it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her face and slid his hammer between her parted lips and he didn't stop until his wiry pubic hair was brushing against the diffused tegument of her face. She made a gurgling sound as her pharynx was pierced by his invading fellow member though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to pull him deeper.

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his widely cock, using brusque, brawny thrusts. His hand brought her bare foot to his lip allowing him to take up on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the Lapp metre. This twofold teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his fixed cock from her mouth.

"Hey lets switch over station again pal. I don't think I can last a great deal thirster and I'd really like to finger her honeyed pussy again before I lose it."

James Whitcomb Riley made a expression for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a beneficial partner he consented to the request after a brace more speedy heart of his hips. As soon as he was out of her James Whitcomb Riley spun Batgirl's body around so that she was flavourless on her backrest and prevarication widthwise across the table. Because of that her top dog now hung upside down beyond the table allowing her to easily deep throat his erecting which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her wooden leg high gear in the air with knee twist bringing them near Riley's face. He took the decoy and began to kiss and work out them enthusiastically while continuing to tickle her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to conclusion as long as potential didn't penetrate her kitty-cat at 1st but instead slid his jibe along her wet seam. While this felt good to them both, especially to Batgirl each time his helmet capitulum collided with her clit, it also allowed him some time to settle down a bit. Even when he did record inside her logic gate of Eden he went dense than he desired in order to protract his pleasure.

However despite his best endeavor her tight slit muscles soon had him on the border of orgasm again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too late. Breathing deeply he slapped his hard inwardness against her soft pussy a few times before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks as he started to pound her as toilsome and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley's legs to stabilize herself as they speared her from both conclusion. Riley was holding her metrical unit and kissing them while fucking her face and with each thrust his Ball collided with her nozzle. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one hand from his leg and managed to fondle his ball. That motility was all it took to send him over the edge.

Letting out an inarticulate cry James Whitcomb Riley's body tensed as his formal sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl's throat was flooded with his thick cum. All she could do was swallow down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing stopcock until no more came. Gasping for breath he pulled his member from her lip but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her paw grabbed the shaft and held it by her red lip allowing her spit to lick his raw capitulum making him groan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the brink of exploding even before witnessing this erotic scene unfold only a twosome of infantry away and watching it was like throwing gasoline on his raging fervour. He buried his shaft in her wet folds one final time as he felt himself swell in anticipation of imminent orgasm.

"May the ideal preserve us ! Now what in promised land's name is going on in here ?"the tawdry voice of gaffer O'Hara called out catching the three of them by surprise.

Riley whose organic structure had been facing in the counselling of the doorway had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent stopcock and was unaware that the doorway had even opened. On hearing the Chief he'd first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to pull in his uniform trousers up to insure his bring out member.

For his theatrical role Muldoon had partially turned his body in the counselling of the voice which resulted in his putz slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to shoot drops of white liquid state beloved. All he could do under the circumstances was stand there while his sperm splattered against the vertebral column of her thigh as gaffer O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the locality to see what was taking stead Chief O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview room closing the door behind him before addressing his officers.

"James Whitcomb Riley, Muldoon I'm very disappointed in you boys. Especially you Muldoon for you have a hunky-dory lassie waiting at abode for you. What would she think of what you've been doing ? I'm sure she'd be heartbroken if she knew. On top of that you're both still on duty so you're cheating the taxpayers while you carry on."

Neither man could answer to his comments for both were too embarrassed to even wait his way but instead they cast their shamefaced eyes on the tile floor.

"Now have you even interviewed the suspect yet ?"the Chief asked with a stern facial expression on his broad face.

When they shook their heads no he sighed before speaking again.

"fountainhead perhaps you can see to that now that you've taken care of more crucial issue first. And don't even think about putting in for overtime today no matter how late you work. Have I made myself brighten ? Good, now get out."

Without saying another Holy Writ both cops finished fastening their pants before exiting the room leaving the boss alone with Batgirl. During the time the Chief had chastened his officers Batgirl had rolled off the mesa and landed catlike on her bare ft. As she silently stood there she could feel Muldoon's cum sliding down her leg yet even under the strange circumstance she still wasn't satisfied and craved more. Her hope of an additional round with the two cops had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to give up yet. Not when there was still another man in the room so she next turned her attention to honcho O'Hara.

"I want to justify to you top dog for putting you in such a difficult position. I don't know what I was thinking in going along with their suggestion,"she said batting her cilium at him while moving closer to the big Irish Gaelic cop.

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no need to apologize. Though you've helped out the section many times including today you're a common soldier citizen not a public handmaid. So it's a different matter for you. They on the former hand should fuck better than to be carrying on while on duty."

While speaking to her his optic darted around wildly in an attempt to not look at her nearly nude soundbox but being a man he fell well short of this goal. The fact that she'd moved right in front of him as he spoke and actually put her gloved hand against his uniform crown only made things more hard for the head despite his best intentions.

"Still I have to acquit some of the blame Chief. It can't be slow for a man to stay focused on business with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you reckon foreman O'Hara, do you happen it hard to centre with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually talky law officer found he was speechless. Now while he was ineffectual to verbally express himself another section of his torso was making its sentiment known. For as they stood there a prominent bulge was growing ever bombastic in his undifferentiated trouser until the boss worried the bed might burst.

"Oh I see I have my answer,"Batgirl said with a giggle when she noticed the expanding tent in his trouser."Would you wish some avail with that Chief ?"

As she asked her gloved hand touched the swelling goon causing the Chief to shudder with desire. Even though his lecherousness was making thinking difficult he attempted one more meter to do the honourable thing.

"That's not necessity Batgirl,"he told her in a hoarse voice.

He then tried to adjust her yellow cape so it would cover up her firm breasts in the Hope that the out of tidy sum, out of mind principle might help but as he moved the fabric his hand brushed across her vertical tit. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her hired hand fondled his bulwark with Thomas More urgency and just like that he was lost. His hand groped her knocker while his other arm circled her shank pulling her sexy body even closer to his. Bending down his mouthpiece found hers and they exchanged a passionate osculation, their tongues engaging in a spirited wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took command of the berth. Her manpower pushed his burly trunk backwards until he collided with a chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no time but straddled his seated body before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hands took her breast while the early took off the Chief's hat and dropped it onto the table before pushing his head toward her bosom.

Needing no boost steering the top dog began to suck on her breast enthusiastically, trying to fit as a great deal of the tender flesh into his sass as he could. His arm again circled her waspish waist while his free hand moved upward to necessitate clutch of her neglected breast. His thick ovolo and forefinger pinched the erect mamilla sending sign to both her brain and pussy.

"Oh yes !"she cried out as she gyrated her hips on the head's lap stimulating his trapped erection.

For the next few minutes she gave him an enthusiastic lap terpsichore while boss O'Hara continued sucking on her sensitive nipples until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her custody on his shoulders she stood up before taking a tone back. Looking down she felt a moment's embarrassment on seeing the big wet spot she'd leftfield on his trouser but she also saw the with child bump that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly undo his smash and trousers and he helped by lifting his ass off the chair allowing her to attract his pants down to his stifle. She smiled when she first saw his big prick standing up straight and ready for natural action. The head teacher was large and red with pre-cum already leaking from the slit while the shaft was thick and puff up with vein twisting around it.

Her hand circled the radix as she bent down until her mouth was but an inch above it. Her tongue extended past her red brim and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative groan in reply. Her centre met his as she opened her oral fissure wide and a second later Batgirl engulfed the bulbous head in her hot mouth.

"Faith and begorrah ! That feels so safe ! That's it Batgirl, suck me shillelagh !"

She did just that, bobbing her masked head up and down, taking as much of his turgid cock as would fit into her hungry mouthpiece. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely menstruate down the shaft until it was soaked and slippery. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted no further clip but pulled her talk off him though she kept her hand firmly around the wide base.

She again straddled his sitting form and lowered her own eubstance while guiding his cock rightfield where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thick member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't stop until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a present moment to take into account her dead body to adapt for though Chief O'Hara wasn't longer than his officers he was certainly thicker.

While sitting like that with his cock buried inside her Batgirl couldn't assist but mull on how you could never figure out this crazy, wonderful world or predict what would happen in it. Back when she was a girlfriend she had innocently bounced on head O'Hara's knee and now, well she was on the same lap but there was nothing innocent about it.

Placing her handwriting on his all-encompassing articulatio humeri she began to jounce up and down on his fat cock while making certain to lean forward so her boob were within cooking stove of his back talk. The Chief didn't disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her sticking out nipple and lightly bit it. At the same time his impregnable hands grabbed hold of her toned ass cheeks and squeezed them.

"Oh yes !"she whispered into his ear."That's it. Uhhnn, smell so ripe with your big cock in me !"

He didn't reply for he preferred to use his back talk to continue to suck in and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her program line for he'd never felt a tighter pussy. Her internal muscles squeezed his swell up erection like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable feeling. As she moved on him his bridge player reached up and took hold of her chicken utility belt. Once he had a firm grip on it he used it to pull her push down tough onto his tool before she would rise up again and this sequence was repeated over and over again.

They were so caught up in what they were doing that neither was cognisant that another person had quietly entered the elbow room. The fig stood there silently watching as she ground her hip on headman O'Hara's shillelagh with heavy interest. Though there was plenty to see his eyes remained fix on her intone and perfectly shaped buttocks to the exclusion of all else. Visions from the yesteryear flooded his mind as he remembered another derriere just as perfective tense that he had never forgotten or gotten over losing.

Before he even realized what he was doing Commissioner James Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing cock to escape the confines of his dress quagmire. Spitting onto his hand he began to stroke himself in time to her movements until his hard-on had reached its full dimension at which time he moved toward her with only one thing on his thinker, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no matter the consequences.

The first Batgirl was cognizant that someone else was in the elbow room was when she felt something hot and firmly touch her ass cheek as it attempted to move into her puckered backdoor. Due to her body's movement it was unable to gain memory access however. Before she had a chance to respond she heard a familiar vox that shook her to the core of her being, freezing her heftiness as if they were paralyzed while causing her brain to go numb from the unexpected jolt.

"Well gaffer, I can see what's delayed you and I can't say I blame you. Would you take care doing your old friend a party favour ? I'm having a bit of trouble slipping into Batgirl's beautiful tooshie. Could you spread her ass so I can demonstrate some old school way sodomy."

"Whatever you want Commissioner but would you prefer for me to bequeath ?"the Chief asked as his hands pulled Batgirl's supple ass cheeks as far apart as they would go.

"Certainly not Chief,"he replied before spitting a large gob of saliva onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter,"among good friends like us there can be no secrets or plethora. If two old chums can't share a woman what's this humankind coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his large mushroom head against her gather cakehole which slowly yielded to the insistent pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal ring and even though her world-class defense was breached he found her ass so tight he had to hesitate momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some ascendence of her faculties but all she managed to do under the sordid circumstances was to forget her nerve against head O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his forte Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick appendage further into her smashed ass and though it resisted the intrusion he persevered as in after in slowly disappeared inside her back epithelial duct. Only after he had buried his full length in Batgirl's booty deep did Commissioner Gordon plosive consonant and that was so that he could fully savor the virtuoso. Taking a deep breath he then slid most of his cock out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a softened groan from his masked daughter's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the Chief started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her tight kettle of fish to the brim with heavy cock. In LE than two minutes main O'Hara could find himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl's incredibly soused pussy on him was the feeling of the Commissioner's driving turncock on the other side of her kitty-cat membrane. His face turned red and his chest heaved as Eden on earth beckoned.

"Glory be ! It's like the saints be marching in me blarney gem !"he cried out as his shillelagh exploded bass inside Batgirl's wet cave, flooding her with his cream.

Aware that his friend was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until Chief O'Hara had finished discharging and his ruddy boldness had regained its formula colour. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl's waistline and holding her tightly he straightened his body up while pulling her with him. This caused the top dog's spent rooster to slip out of Batgirl's snatch as her body rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, one-half carried her limp body to the table where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening Chief O'Hara had removed his hankey which he used to clean up his shrinking member.

"I think it be best for me to get going Commissioner,"he said as he pulled up his uniform pants.

"Right you are principal. It probably is better that one of us is in the bureau in case something happens and I have a feeling it's going to be a while before I get back there. I'm going to bask fucking Batgirl's ass for as foresightful as I can manage."

Putting his actor's line into action Commissioner Gordon began to slide his erection in and out of her at a at leisure tempo. He went nice and slack, reveling as each inch went into her tight back threshold until his testicle would meet her wet little pussycat at which time he would reverse direction until only the tip of his cock remained inside her puckered hole. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her bosom, hands and human face resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her unknowingness father.

Despite her placid exterior Barbara's mind was in excitement as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for sire and daughters weren't supposed to engage in sexual relation and yet to her dishonour part of her wanted it to stay on. It felt so serious and where was the harm she reasoned. He didn't realize it was his own girl for he'd never shown an inkling of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their interactions. To give him stop might actually wake his suspicion that something wasn't right about the berth and since he was only using her ass there was no chance of an incestuous baby resulting from the forbidden act.

So though she still had suspicion Barbara decided the best path of action mechanism was to let affair proceed and enjoy herself to the fullest but to never let it fall out again. Having made her decision she concluded that there was only one extra thing that would hold the actual act more enjoyable.

"Commissioner,"she said in a low, warble voice,"may I ask you something ?"

"Certainly Batgirl, ask me anything you like,"he replied as he buried his full pecker in her clenching ass.

"By any uhhn prospect do you oohh have a pair of handcuffs with you ?"she gasped out as her father continued tapping her tantalizing tush.

On hearing the question his eyes lit up with a misrepresented gleam that most who knew the respected commissioner of police had never seen or would have expected to. Reaching into the pocket of his suit cap his manus emerged with a pair of shiny bracelets.

"I have just what you need here Batgirl. Old habits die hard and though I'm now the commissioner I've never forgotten how I started out as a simple patrolman. Consequently I always carry handcuff and a detective limited with me."

Without saying another word Batgirl moved her hands off the mesa and extended them back and up past her body. He snapped one cuff onto her veracious wrist but instead of attaching the other his hand grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her body upright.

"Though I would never do this with an actual suspect I think it makes more sense to whomp your hands in front end of you Batgirl. I have the feeling they'll do you more dear there, you may find a use for them."

After saying this he secured her deal in front of her then pulled a death chair up next to them.

"I want you to kneel on this chair sideways Batgirl. It will probably be easier to move one leg at a time."

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chair's arrangement so that her head and shoulder could just reach the mesa with her bent at the waist. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to hump her again, this time with more force so that each clock time he bottomed out she let out a little whimper. This caused him to smile as he savored the feeling of her tight ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

"period of play with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a good little trollop. That's right field, finger your little kitty while I use your hot ass."

His manpower held her coxa as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his hard phallus forward again. By this time Batgirl had inserted three finger's breadth from one hand into her sopping pussy while the index finger from her other hired hand was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her intellect Batgirl kept thinking ‘ screwing me daddy, fuck my ass'over and over again as she neared orgasm. Seconds later she let out a garish cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his theatrical role Commissioner Gordon's mind was in two piazza at once. function of him was in the here and now, enjoying the mass, olfactory property, audio and most importantly the intuitive feeling of Batgirl's perfect ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering standardized experiences from his distant yesteryear when he was fucking another ass that was just as miserly and shapely, one that looked almost identical to the one he was currently filling.

It was that memory of his ex-wife ( and Barbara's mother ) that was spurring him ever closer to orgasm. It happened right after his daughter was born that the Dr. had advised the distich to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the unmanageable birth. At the time he had been in his sexual efflorescence, always horny and insatiable and it had been unmanageable for him to abstain and to his gallant creative thinker onanism was not a workable option.

So at initiatory they had practiced viva voce sex but her acquisition weren't up to the labor of satisfying him multiple times each day. She'd been the one to first hint the alternative and he had readily agreed, no incertitude inspired by her incredible tail end. He had gone slow and easy the first time in club to not spite her and though she didn't enjoy it, for his rice beer, she had allowed him to use her in that fashion.

He on the other hand had immediately taken to it like a fish to piddle. The only reason he hadn't initially revealed how much he enjoyed it was due to her lukewarm reaction. But each extra time he sodomized her ass the pleasure increased and the more he wanted to until it became an obsession. It was after she recovered and was able to engross in formula coitus again that thing began to unravel.

He just didn't enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving orgasm was becoming more difficult. She had opposed his efforts to use her ass and a divide grew between them. After that it was only a matter of time until former number reared their head and ultimately they separated. A couple of days later they finalized their divorcement with her moving away and him getting hands of their daughter.

Ever since then he had searched in vain for another stark ass to satisfy him the same way his ex's had for that suddenly time and he'd never found it. The sizable women he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to fulfill his abnormal desires forcing him to have extreme measures. So on rare occasions when he couldn't take it anymore the respected populace retainer had traveled to Atlantic Ocean metropolis where he had engaged the services of pro escorts to satisfy his anal sex compulsion.

Such actions had always gone against the food grain of his sterling quality for he hated to break the law, even if not in his own metropolis and a victimless crime, but he could only baulk the right urges for so long before something had to give. And now for the first time since his divorce he'd seemingly found the perfect relief in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her utility swath he increased the f number of his hips, slamming his fully, boneheaded duration into her with each thrust.

Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her fingers deep into her pussy as he pounded her ass until she climaxed once again, crying out in her wantonness. For Commissioner Gordon's part hearing her cum was the last straw as he buried his hammer as deep as it could go. instant later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a downpour of thick, white-hot cum. His body trembled and his substance raced as he experienced the joy he'd been vainly searching for all those lost years.

Gasping for breath he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the ripe way to convince her to make this a regular occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum make to emerge so he squeezed right below his swollen-headed cockhead to assist it on its way. As it fell his hand had continued pulling on her utility whack and the last fall of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's centre narrowed for right on adjacent to the white, melted pearl was a distinctive birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl's public utility belt before but now lay exposed.

epilogue

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed mellow and higher toward the peak of fleshly pleasure when one final lick pushed her to the summit. She paused there an trice before soaring even higher as she floated on wafture of orgasmic bliss toward sexual paradise. Her wholly consistency felt at one with the universe as she let out a bit of drawn out moan reflecting the high-minded enjoyment she was feeling. Though her eye were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic curtain of colors and lights and she felt her toes coil inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an eternity in paradise she drifted back down to worldly concern. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga's headway nestled between her set off thighs. The au pair was still licking her succulent, juicy dish though now at a slower pace with an occasional lighting kiss to Batgirl's internal thigh.

"Do you like, my Henry Sweet, delicious heroine ?"she asked with a shy smile before resuming her oral ministrations.

"Yes Inga. Bible can't utter how much I'm enjoying it, you have a very talented mouth. But you must stop for a minute."

"But why ? I want to puzzle out you until my tongue is too exhaust to be active. You deserve it and your pussy tastes so good to me."

"Because I said so,"Batgirl said as with an effort she managed to enhance her upper body to an erect attitude,"and also because I want to kiss you and I can't while you're licking my pussy."

"okeh for that I stop,"Inga replied moving from her prone position to where she was on her paw and knees.

She crawled forward until Batgirl could adopt her head with both manpower at which metre she kissed the Swedish beauty. Their rim moved against each other's and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their tongue next slipped inside the former's mouth where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and weak with desire.

When the kiss ended Inga attempted to move back down but Batgirl had former plans. Using a judo motility she flipped the larger girl onto her back after which she maneuvered her thigh so they were astride Inga's headland then lowered her own torso so they were in a 69 position. Inga wasted no time in raising her head teacher off the bed to restart feasting on Batgirl's sopping pussy and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how tiny and pink it appeared as her natural language sampled Inga for the first time. Finding the taste sensation to her liking Batgirl's tongue burrowed cryptic inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could reach. She swirled it around for a time causing Inga to lift her pelvis off the bed in an effort to allow Batgirl's tongue to penetrate even deeper. After a little while Batgirl slid her tongue out but only so she could lap Inga's rear little button instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a stifle moan for it felt as if live electricity was coursing from there across her whole nervous system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger inside Inga's tight kitty and started to frig her which triggered a serial publication of coming with each more vivid than the last until the Swedish au pair was left trembling and gasping from an excess of pleasance. During this Batgirl had not let up but cover licking and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blonde had been forced to cry out for relief.

"Oh please you must stop or I will die from too much cumming ! I beg you beautiful Batgirl to record me mercy. please !"

While not believing that anything she was doing could essay fatal Batgirl sympathized with the girl after what she had herself suffered at the hands of the turkey so she ceased her licking. Due to the slit muscularity muscle spasm Inga was having Batgirl was unable to remove her finger's breadth though she stopped moving it as well. After a yoke of minutes Inga had recovered enough that she was able to squirm out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a little while, I think. Then we can suffer more fun. It was just too much you doing those affair to me. Ever since you save me I wanted to give thanks you but I never dream you do those things to me as well. I just want to bring you pleasure, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to return favor and it was too much for my poor nerves. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her voluptuous body on the mattress with a contented smile on her face. The grinning got larger when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked capitulum on Inga's plenteous bosom and placing her gloved handwriting on top of her wispy, halcyon curl. The two remained like that for a short clip and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her fingers crept down a few inch and began to circulate Inga's still erect clitoris while her mouth took the rutabaga plant's nipple inside and sucked on it.

"No !"Inga shrieked as she tried to tear away unsuccessfully."Please, no more. well maybe more but not like this. I want to do something for both of us, pretty please, so you stop my beautiful Batgirl."

"All right on Inga but you easily do it now because I can't help myself. You are too sexy for me to keep my hands and back talk off for long."

"Thank you for saying so, I feel same for you. Never have I felt so, what word you Americans use, so horny for any former female child, not even my booster Helga back household who teach me about female child love. You lie on spine and I show you salutary time."

No sooner had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into position. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's thighs until they were spread extensive after which she spun her own body around so their heads were pointed in opposite focusing. With a wicked smiling she rolled onto her side and entwined her legs with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvises were brushing against each other's.

Taking a deep breath Inga grabbed Batgirl's bare second joint then asked"Are you prepare ?"

The second Batgirl nodded Inga began to toil her wet pussy against Batgirl's, sending waving of pleasure throughout both their organic structure. It didn't take Batgirl long to beguile on, for almost immediately she followed suit as the two bumped pussies until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the for the first time to cum though Batgirl was airless behind and Inga was still in the throe of coming when Batgirl joined her.

This didn't slow them any but only whetted their appetites for more orgasms so they continued their scissoring drive, their unruffled legs and wet pussies writhing against the other. Finally after multiple orgasms Inga shifted her position so she was no longer lying down but upright though her ramification were still entwined with Batgirl's. She continued bumping muffs while also grinding on Batgirl's leg until with a loud cry her torso fell forward onto Batgirl.

"I die,"she whispered after she'd recovered sufficiently enough to speak,"but only little death like Daniel Chester French say."

A short-change time later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the offense battler was pulling on her pants that the swede acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the posing masked vigilance man while looking up at her with a pleading expression.

"Please wait Batgirl, one more party favor I beg of you though after all you've done for me already I have no right hand to ask…"

"What is it my darling ?"Batgirl asked as she stood so she could deplume her pants all the way up.

"One last kiss to call up me by, please."

Stifling a grinning Batgirl stroked the au pair's cheek before responding.

"Oh, so you don't compliments to see me again after this ? And here I was hoping this was the start of a beautiful friendship."

Batgirl had to hold all her self-control to not express mirth as she said this but the smell of immediate, undisguised joy on Inga's face warmed her heart ( and loins ) greatly.

"Oh I want to but I didn't dare to dreaming we see each other again. So then this be snog unspoilt night, okay ?"

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her arms around Batgirl's peg just in event she changed her mind and tried to leave. She then kissed her right on her wet, puffy slit lips. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a Daniel Chester French kiss of a sort, with Inga's nimble tongue sliding between her pussy lip. At the same clip the au pair's nose connected with Batgirl's clitoris stimulating her further.

"Oh yes ! Oh Inga, that feels so good. Don't stop ! Oh, oh,"Batgirl cried out as her handwriting snap up Inga's blond hair as Eden beckoned yet again.

Five minutes later the two stood by the window in an embrace, neither of them wanting to be the one to end it. Finally Batgirl kissed Inga on her soft mouth tenderly while staring into her center before releasing her.

"I'm sorry beautiful, I have to go but I promise to get in concern soon. Okay ?"

"You make sure you do my heroine,"the Scandinavian ravisher replied as she reluctantly took her mitt off her new lover's perfective ass.

Without saying another word Batgirl sprang out the window onto the attack escape valve. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the ground. Looking up she gave a wave before disappearing into the alleyway. Coming to her own window a minute later she slid it open without a auditory sensation before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the window she was about to remove her masque when she noticed there was light source streaming into her moody sleeping accommodation from around the edge of the room access though she knew no brightness level had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the threshold she listened and after a import she heard what sounded like tranquility breathing. Not knowing what to gestate she inched the door surface and slipped through to the hall beyond. In the bread and butter elbow room she could see the sit down figure of a man with his cover to her. Just as she reached the threshold of the sustenance room a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her boot and the physical body started.

She stood motionless for a present moment as the man stood then turned in her direction. His eyes widened and he dropped a copy of the police reputation to the flooring below before taking a step forward.

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END