The Joke's On Batgirl
( The Sequel to The joker's On Batgirl )
By rutger5 Copyright 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the ponderous bag with one final flurry of puncher but like all premature exertion it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her eyebrow then tossed it into the bemire bin before heading for the gym departure. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her alabaster tegument than the turned on gym interior had but it didn't effort Barbara to change her plans.

After a quick stretch of her toned quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five statute mile and 30 five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her apartment building. A suddenly while later after showering Barbara ate her solitary dinner then settled onto the couch with a book. Despite her best efforts to interpret she soon found her psyche drifting to other heavy subjects.

Two severalise sentiment occupied her intelligent intellect to the exclusion of all else. The first was whether she could ever assume the mantle of Batgirl again. For ever since that fatal night when the Joker and his gang had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was unsure what to do. The fact that she had faced almost general condemnation from the urban center she had risked lifespan and arm for numerous times fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally secure enough to continue being a masked crime fighter.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a mysterious aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was enwrapped her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and nothing seemed to serve. Cumming only made it unsound and she'd been forced to carry extra yoke of sensitive, White cotton panty with her at all times so she could shift when they became sozzled from her copious and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a singles bar ( while disguised in a blond wig and sunglasses ) with the aim of picking up a stranger for anon. sex. The but matter that had prevented this from happening was despite her needs she still had some lower limit criterion and for some ground that night only the dregs of humanness were stage. So she had settled for visiting a sleazy sex workshop in Gotham's red-light district instead, purchasing a large, realistic dildo that resembled a cock with balls.

It had received numerous physical exercise in the short time she'd owned it and while it helped to fill a emptiness it wasn't the same as a warm, human being body. What was worse was that each coming it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd turn an uncontrollable nymphomaniac 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 uneasy slumber after hr of masturbation, her dildo slip with her own juice lying beside her, only to wake the succeeding morning time as horny as ever. She had begun to get dark circles under her center from deficiency of eternal rest and it was only her skill with makeup that prevented others from noticing.

Making affair uncollectible was that orbit in her life that would have comforted her in the past or been a place of refuge no longer were. Due to the portion of what had happened Barbara had avoided her father, at least in the flesh, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how busy and tiring oeuvre had been lately as an exculpation and he hadn't pressed the issue.

Part of that was because he'd been wracked by guiltiness and feeling distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the hands ( and assorted other body parts ) of the joker and his gang. Since he'd been the one to tell her of the Joker's escape and had given her his ( reluctant ) blessing to hunt for him he felt responsible for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a public statement in documentation of Batgirl in the backwash, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the right matter and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way responsible. All his remaining energy had been directed at trying to chase after down the Joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the face of the ground and there wasn't even a rumor of his location in Gotham's infernal region grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no solace at work for like nearly places in Gotham City the Batgirl telecasting was the main topic of conversation with most bibliothec weighing in ( in hushed timbre, of course of study ) on the controversial and salacious guinea pig. The most hateful comment came from Miss Peychaud, a prune faced, bitter spinster of the old school whose bully pleasures in life consisted of scolding tiddler who spoke too loudly and maligning any woman more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine percent of the distaff population.

"Why she's zippo but a common tart and debauchee,"she hissed to Mrs. Jones, an owlish and genial blighter librarian, as the woman took their gap inside the staff lounge one fine summer afternoon.

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

"Oh please, give up me. Even before her sordid conduct was exposed for all to see it was plain to me that she had the morals of an skittle alley cat in oestrus. I mean have you seen the getup that she prances around in ? It's so skintight that it's a wonder she can pass off at all and I have no doubt that if one were to wait closely one could see every detail of her mons venus despite it being technically covered."

"Well I admit her costume isn't loose fitting but she also has the public figure to rive it off. Most of us would reckon foolish or spoilt if we were to try to fit out that way. Still no subject what she wears she's done a lot of adept thing. Countless prison term I've read in the newspaper about her capturing some crook or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my contestation that her so forebode heroic verse are at best exaggerations to sell composition and more probable outright lies. If you dig deep you'd probably incur that she traded sexual favors with these reporters in order for them to write such tripe so she could become famous. No, strike out my words, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving picture is the real Batgirl - a deviant 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 head librarian Miss Peychaud had told anyone that would listen that Miss Gordon was far too young and inexperient for such a obligation but it must be nice to take in acquaintance in high place. Barbara tried to remain calm but as all the bile streamed out of Miss Peychaud's mouth she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to put up with the intention of giving the malicious viper a piece of her mind another bibliothec burst into the room gasping for breath.

"young lady Gordon ! Come 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 make out how to say this…"

"Calm down Enid,"Barbara told her in a soothing pure tone as she headed for the door,"and tell me as we walk. Okay ?"

"Oh yes Miss Gordon, I'm sorry I get so excited. But when I became a librarian I didn't realize I'd be dealing with post like this. I thought delinquent library Word would be the forged thing I'd have to deal with."

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

"So like I was saying Miss Gordon there's a man using a electronic computer, but I think he's homeless because his apparel 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 pornography on the library computer with the book turned up all the way."

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

"Are you sure Miss Gordon, if you want I'll come with you,"she replied though it was pass by the look on her face she didn't want to.

"Yes I'm sure."

With a determined look in her eye Barbara walked into the computer way while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs. Daniel Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could see the punk sound of a woman moaning before she saw the man and accuracy be told her sensitive pry smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a recent lawsuit filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham city Criminal Liberties Union ) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching dirty word in the library weren't grounds enough for removal. Still she had to at least try to get him to change his behavior for the good of the other library users.

"self-justification me sir,"she said as she approached him from behind,"might I have a Christian Bible with you about making the depository library experience better for all ?"

At the sound of her vocalization the man swiveled in his chair and faced her and it was clear from his coming into court that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably mediate aged but he was so dirty and unkempt that it was unvoiced to distinguish for certainly. The man was on the stocky side with longish, greasy hair and an unshaven side while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for gold. On seeing the visual sense of feminine loveliness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

"Hey infant, you want some of what she's getting on screen ? Is that why you're here ? effort 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 optic took in the womanhood on screen who was the receiver of a gangbang. Barbara felt a thrill run through her longing body as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple hard cocks filling every hole. For a moment she remained frozen until she regained her equanimity and cleared her throat.

"Umm, no thank you sir. What I was hoping,"she said while avoiding looking at both the computing device silver screen and the man's bulging groin,"was that you could depict some consideration for your fellow library sponsor. Could you perhaps turn the intensity down or use the provide phone so as not to interrupt others ?"

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

"Yes, your rightfulness,"Barbara replied, her nose wrinkling in disgust from the smell of decaying teeth intermingled with gimcrack gin."So you won't reconsider then ?"

"No but my offer still goes for you. If you're nice or rather nasty I'll give you a beneficial fuck. What do you say girl Prim and Proper ?"he asked while chuckling.

Without saying another parole Barbara turned on her heel and pull back and as she did she could feel his eyes staring at her tone legs and butt against the whole time. She didn't pause but strode past the other librarians and continued to the front desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the earphone she dialed as the former librarians clucked like a lot of hens.

"Yes, Gotham City Police Department. I'm calling from the main offset of the Gotham urban center depository library where we're having a bit of a trouble with someone. Could you please place a patrol car here as soon as potential ? Thank you so much,"she said before hanging up.

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

"well Miss Peychaud while I'm so pleased to welcome your approval I've used no connecter. I didn't mention my gens or my father nor do I plan to. The fact is though this someone may see whatever material he wants on the computer there are other constituent which I'll breaker point out to the police when they arrive which should take tutelage of this problem, at least for today."

True to her watchword Barbara spoke to the responding officer and accompanied them to the information processing system elbow room. When the man saw them he immediately began to protest loudly about his rights when the previous of the two officers cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to convert some bleeding philia justice but I don't care. At the least I can charge you with drunk and disorderly and fox you in the tank until you're sober. And if you give me a gruelling fourth dimension then I'll charge you with lewd and lascivious behaviour and who is the judge going to believe - a piece of human food waste like you or a sweet Lester Willis Young woman like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and pass on not only this library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just bury you have right field. Now move !"

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

Sighing in succor she thought they'd need to have the janitor disinfect the chairwoman before it could be used again. She succeeding turned her attention to the computer with the intention of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself ineffective to. Barbara did manage to mute the volume but for the next five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving group of ‘ actor'double penetrated the Brigham 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 precaution of locking the doorway before pulling up her skirt and sitting with legs spread wide. Since her dildo was back at home Barbara had to extemporise with what was available. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the whoremaster. It was a souvenir from when she had attended a librarian conventionality in the Carry Nation's capital and was shaped like the Washington Monument.

Barbara's agile pink tongue first licked the glass paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her panty to the position exposing her juicy cunt. Carefully she inserted it between her pinko lower lips and as it slid inside it made a spongy sound. Barbara was so aroused already that this was enough to trigger an sexual climax though she was far from satiated. She waited until her pussy spasms lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, hungry hole.

Putting one metrical unit up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her creative thinker flashbacked to the images 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.

end her optic she allowed her lifelike imagination to take aim over and if her fellow librarian had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would have been dumbfounded. For in her mind she replayed what had just transpired in the computing machine room with a far different outcome. At the full stop where she had turned to leave Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waist and pushing her down face first onto the table. His filthy hand pulled up her doll and yanked down her step-in and seconds later he rammed his backbreaking putz into her.

In her fantasy he was relentless, pounding her tight pinkness hard and profligate while yanking back on her fuzz until her cervix muscles were taut. His former hand pinched and slapped her firm keister as he continued thrusting musket ball mystifying making her cry out with pleasure.

"Yes, turn over it to me ! Please don't stop !"Barbara gasped as her own hands drove her finisher and closer until she let out a low, guttural consonant moan as she came like gangbusters.

It took a few transactions for her to recover her sense of balance after her monolithic orgasm at which point her hired hand released her legal tender titty and she slid the glassful paperweight from her liquified sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

Standing on trembling legs Barbara fixed her article of clothing before opening a window to air out her office for the heady olfactory property of female lust was overpowering. After that she returned to work and was able to make it through the sleep of the day without losing control again.

Though still undecided on whether she would ever suit Batgirl again, Barbara had retrieved her mutilated costume from her rented garage and set about mending it. Perhaps prompt by her now increased libido she did make some alterations to it however. Where previously it had been a one piece skintight jump suit, with a slide fastener in the rear, she turned it into two pieces.

The top section she simply hemmed at the shank leaving the zipper intact while also hemming the top of the tail section and of course mending what discussion section Harley and the turkey had cut. That allowed the freighter 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 eternal sleep of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking climax while watching it all unfold in the mirror.

As for the triumphant restitution of Batgirl it was fate that decided things for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Sabbatum three weeks after the turkey incident when Barbara was approaching her flat edifice after a longsighted run. She had been exercising More and more in the hope that tiring herself out might lessen or at to the lowest degree blunt her sex drive with petty consequence to show up for it. Despite her running a longer length than normal she felt hornier than ever with her pussy bedwetter than the rest of her perspiration soaked body. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to encircle the block as a cool off down.

Now much as Barbara's apartment construction had an alley on one side as well as behind it so did many of the other flat buildings in the neighborhood. It was while passing such an alley around the corner from her home that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the scene in the library loitering about while imbibition from a bottle of hootch. Despite using him for a masturbatory illusion, in real life 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 vicinity. At the to the lowest degree he was a drunken nuisance and she suspected if given half a chance he might do some real mischief. Because of that Barbara decided to relinquish putting on the air conditioning despite the summer hotness and instead opened her windows before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just conjunction Barbara soon heard a commotion as she drank down the thick beverage. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the familiar bum gesticulating wildly while making rock oil and obscene scuttlebutt. Though she was ineffectual to see who he was speaking to, the betting odds were it was to a woman by what he was saying. Under normal context she probably would cause phoned the law while keeping an eye on the situation to produce sure enough it didn't escalate but something snapped in her.

Maybe it was because of how he had acted in the library or all her pent up frustrations from the preceding few week's upshot but Barbara had reached her breakage percentage point. Sprinting to her bedchamber she stripped off her apparel before donning her Batgirl costume in record clip. No sooner had she slipped the wig and mask on her head then she was slithering out her sleeping room window, fastening the cape once she reached the skittle alley.

While her bedroom window faced behind her building, the kitchen looked out on the position 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 woman pushing a ambler. Barbara recognized her as an au brace from Sweden who was working the summertime for a couple who also lived in her building.

The girl must accept been cutting through the alley on her return when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. a good deal as in the library he was fondling his crotch while she appeared frozen with fear and ineffectual to move. There is no telling what would take happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that bit he seized the wrist of the Whitney Young womanhood while brandishing a boxcutter in the other paw. He dragged her away from the stroller and toward the dumpster.

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

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

He whirled around and saw her standing five feet away with her gloved hands on her rose hip, her full, red lips curled in a half smile.

"Batgirl ! Didn't the turkey put you in your place from what I saw ? Maybe you want some more 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 fork."After seeing your TV I'm guessing it's gon na be my hard cock."

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

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the wall against her dorsum. He inched closer holding the blade before him when without warning she struck. Her kick was so fast that the arm was knocked from his now asleep manus before he realized it while the next one connected solidly with his midsection forcing his breath 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 twosome was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a minute Batgirl couldn't move as the closeness of the Scandinavian overwhelmed her locoweed. The young fair sex smelled like summer strawberry mark and wild flowers and her indulgent, sybaritic eubstance felt the likes of heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the spell she was under enough to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the new adult female answered as she reluctantly released her savior though she remained so close that Batgirl could still find her warm breathing time on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a sound with you could you call the police ?"Batgirl asked though she was unable to face into the Edward Young woman's ice blue air eyes as she did so, afraid the au duet would be able to see the libidinous thoughts she was thinking about her.

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

"That's rectify 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 rove him onto his tum and fasten his deal with a ziptie she removed from a pouch on her utility rap. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making sure her Whitney Young guardianship was okay. The toddler had managed to kip through all the excitement and had a peaceful smile on his sweet face. After satisfying herself that he was fine Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

"law on way Batgirl, you are my heroine ! I was so pit when that man grab me and then you were there to keep open me. But my marrow 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 sense Inga's heart pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heat from her full phase of the moon, shapely breast even through her mitt. Once Batgirl's manus was pressed to her giving bosom Inga sighed and closed her eyes while holding it in place until Batgirl felt her own core 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 oculus and staring into Batgirl's.

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

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

Batgirl was spared having to answer for right at that instant a police car screeched to a arrest at the mouth of the alley. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl's helping hand as the patrolmen 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 priming,"he grab me and going to try to do bad things to me when she come from nowhere and keep me."

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

"Yes Officer Muldoon, I happened to be in the vicinity when I heard him making threatening comments so I investigated. I found him holding her at knifepoint and he definitely had bad intentions so I intervened. The knife is right field over there,"Batgirl said while pointing out the localisation of the boxcutter.

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

"Thank you, that means a lot to me knowing there are still people in my corner,"she replied in a quiet voice.

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

As officer Muldoon took down Inga's statement his partner was dragging the aggressor up to his base and moving him to the constabulary car. By the sentence he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a small bunch of onlookers had gathered and even worse was that there were many people watching from windows in the surrounding building. How on earth would she be able to get back to her own apartment undetected with all these observers she wondered.

"All right girl Oleson I believe we have plenty to go on for now. We'll be in sense of touch with you as the case proceeds. Better get the little feller back home."

"OK, thank you. I will Officer."

She had started to be active toward the perambulator when she stopped and turned around before rushing up to Batgirl and hugging her once again. Then with no warning she kissed the crime scrapper on the mouth while slipping something into her hand.

"That carte has my mobile number and email computer address on it so contact me. Tomorrow is my off day,"she whispered before going.

The gang had burst into cheers at the piffling display but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the entranceway of the edifice. Batgirl on the other mitt stood there with her boldness as red as a common beet and she didn't know what her next motility should be when she realized an police officer was speaking to her.

"It's turning into a circus out here so I was wondering if you would like to go to the stationhouse and hold your argument there ?"

Seeing an out to escape the state of affairs about returning home Batgirl nodded in agreement to the trace. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

"Since that dirtbag is in the support can why don't you ride in the front with us. It might be a short crowded but better than being with the trash."

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the seat with military officer Muldoon following and while it was a cubby fit it was certainly better than the alternative. military officer James Whitcomb Riley was using the law radio to account they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the presence of the patrol car gave Batgirl a tone of nostalgia from when she was a girl and rode on occasion with her father and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying faithful tending so when ship's officer Riley had to finish short due to a dealings light changing she was caught off guard. Officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his left hand shot out to steady himself and weave up on top of Batgirl's leg the right way above her knee.

"Sorry,"he mumbled.

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

well to be more accurate his paw did move but it began creeping higher up her leg while stroking it softly. Initially Batgirl felt unsure of what to say or do about this. On one hand he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an intimate style and to make thing worse he had a amber wedding band on his finger's breadth so he must be married. But on the former hand she was very horny and his hand felt so good as it climbed higher.

Making her conclusion she spread her thighs wider allowing his hand access to her covered mound. When the car stopped at the next red clear Officer Riley's hand began to fondle her former leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the link between her thigh. During all this no one spoke and Batgirl focused her eye straight ahead as if zero out of the ordinary bicycle was taking spot. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing orgasm they reached their destination first and both men took their workforce 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 articulatio cubiti and guiding him down a corridor to the left.

"All right, you do that and I'll get Batgirl's command,"military 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 chairs and a mesa and after the summertime heat outside the chilled air felt particularly cold against Batgirl's peel. The cop produced a pen and a piece of paper before sitting down and she followed suit.

"Just save down what happened today if you don't mind and I'll attach it to our prescribed study later."

"Of course of instruction Officer Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the seat trying to get easy but whether due to the hard, stale metal or her burning puss she was unsuccessful.

Despite that it took only a few transactions for her to write everything down in her classifiable longhand script.

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

He nodded in answer before standing then moving following to her where he leaned down so he could translate it. As he did he rested a hand on her shoulder and when she said naught he slid it down until he was palming her house breast. Batgirl gasped when he squeezed it and before she knew it his early hand was squeezing the early one. Even before he'd touched her knocker her nipple were hard from the air conditioning and his warm ghost only stimulated them further.

In response her left-hand mitt reached across her torso until it came into contact with police officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his twist to gasp when she started massaging his swelling through the cloth of his consistent pants as his erecting swelled larger. She swiveled around in the chair so that she had dear memory access to what she wanted and though this caused him to give up her breast with what she was doing it was more than a funfair barter off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one hand continued rubbing his cock while the other hand began unfastening his pant. Only then did she run her hand off his bump but just so she could use both hands to yank down his pants and pugilist. She giggled with delight when his difficult putz sprang up after being released but it had only a few moment of freedom before she took it into her warm up, inviting mouth.

She took him to the back of her oral cavity in one smooth motion before pulling back until only his swollen head remained inside. Batgirl's lingua swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a second Batgirl began taking him oceanic abyss while continuing to use her spry lingua on his throbbing cock. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his musket ball, adding to his pleasance and if thing had continued like this for much longsighted he may have cum sooner than he wished. But just then the room access opened and policeman Riley slipped inside the interview room.

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

Riley wasted no time but rushed to digest next to his partner as he fumbled with his uniform pants. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's rigid cock and as soon as Riley's gasp were undone her head swooped in. He was only partially vertical but her hot backtalk soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until James Whitcomb Riley was at full mast, coating his member with her saliva before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the next few minutes Batgirl went back and Forth River between the two fuzz, sucking one while stroking and fondling the early until both were going out of their minds with lecherousness. It was Officer Muldoon that switched things up, for right after she'd released his cock and took his partner's he moved to the side of her. His hand first moved her cape to one side allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was able to take out it freeing her pert, buoyant breasts. While this took plaza Batgirl managed to keep Riley's corpse cock in her mouth, though she had to momentarily aim her deal off his balls.

officer Muldoon's lips then took her sensitive nipple into his sassing and sucked on it while his glossa ran back and forth over the raise nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a muffled moan as she continued sucking on Riley's hard-on for all she was worth. After a minute of boob dramatic play Muldoon took his mouth away from her firm breast though his deal continued to tweak her nipple.

"Batgirl, do you think you can tolerate ? I really want to try out your kitty if I can."

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping James Whitcomb Riley's dick in her mouth but she was able to transfer her body by raising her ass a few inches off the chair allowing Muldoon to get out it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her body so that she was standing in a hang over perspective which permitted Muldoon to set out working on her bottoms. It wasn't easy as the material was skin tight and he had to slowly cast it past her pelvis and tail end but with perseverance he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to wait any foresightful he crouched behind her and buried his face in her lush knockout and due to her arousal it was instantly coated with her sweet juices.

Batgirl gasped as his clapper worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could reach after which she began to shake her coxa back and Forth River so that his spit was literally fucking her. His deal grabbed her hips as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her bequeath hand reached back to displume on his fuzz. During this she continued to slide her lips the length of Riley's erecting prompting him to strike her breast and squeeze it hard.

"enough clapper,"she cried out after stopping her cock sucking temporarily so she could talk,"I want your hammer in me - now !"

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his clapper 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 Lucille Ball deep with one stab. After letting out a small heave Batgirl resumed sucking on Riley as Muldoon pumped her from behind.

Now whether it was because they were spouse or just coincidence the two cops managed to synchronize their movements to an preternatural degree. As Muldoon's cock bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's tumesce read/write head probed her throat as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both closing caused her to hold onto Riley's pegleg for dear lifespan as she felt an climax building.

A few poke later she was cumming on Muldoon's member, her juice seeping onto and past his driving hammer. He was sweating profusely by this fourth dimension despite the air conditioning and he knew if affair continued at this rate he'd be filling her with his sperm in no time. It wasn't that he didn't want to cum but he also wished to protract the pleasure so after one more 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 twat 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 lip with a twine of saliva hanging down from it.

"If you're going to fuck me too then help me onto the table first,"Batgirl told him as she straightened her lithe, athletic torso up.

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

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

Riley went right to work, first removing her richly heeled boots before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her side at the edge of the mesa and raised her upper leg into the air. Riley pulled her body to redress where he wanted it before lining his cock up with her kitty. He rubbed it against her gusty lips and button 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 shaft just below the head and brought it to her opening before guiding it inside her back talk. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her pussy he surrendered to it and slid abstruse 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.

"Officer Muldoon my little lip is so empty. Do you be intimate of anything hard and tasty to replete it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her facial expression and slid his putz between her parted lips and he didn't stop until his wiry pubic hair was brushing against the subdued tegument of her cheek. She made a ripple sound as her throat was pierced by his invading 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 wide prick, using myopic, brawny jabbing. His hand brought her air foot to his mouth allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the Saami time. This double teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to force his rigid tool from her mouth.

"Hey lets switch office again pal. I don't think I can last very much farseeing and I'd really like to sense her scented pussy again before I lose it."

Riley made a face for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a good partner he consented to the request after a couple more rapid ticker of his articulatio coxae. As soon as he was out of her James Whitcomb Riley spun Batgirl's consistency around so that she was matted on her back and lying widthwise across the table. Because of that her head word now hung upside down beyond the tabular array allowing her to easily deep throat his erection which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her legs high in the air with knees bent bringing them near Riley's face. He took the hook and began to kiss and puzzle out them enthusiastically while continuing to titillate her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to last as long as possible didn't penetrate her pussy at offset but instead slid his scape along her wet crinkle. While this felt good to them both, especially to Batgirl each time his helmet head word collided with her button, it also allowed him some time to settle down a bit. Even when he did enrol inside her William Henry Gates of heaven he went dumb than he desired in order to prolong his pleasure.

However despite his C. H. Best cause her taut pussy muscles soon had him on the bound of climax again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too recently. Breathing deeply he slapped his hard heart and soul against her balmy kitty a few sentence before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks as he started to pound her as knockout and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley's pegleg to steady herself as they speared her from both ends. Riley was holding her feet and kissing them while fucking her look and with each jabbing his musket ball collided with her nose. Sensing he was secretive Batgirl moved one hand from his leg and managed to fondle his balls. That relocation was all it took to air him over the edge.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's eubstance tensed as his ball sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl's throat was flooded with his stocky ejaculate. All she could do was swallow down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing cock until no more came. Gasping for breath he pulled his extremity from her sass but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her hired man grabbed the shaft and held it by her red mouth allowing her knife to lap his tender head making him moan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the threshold of exploding even before witnessing this erotic fit unfold only a couple of feet away and watching it was like throwing gasoline on his raging attack. He buried his shaft in her wet folds one final prison term as he felt himself swell in anticipation of impendent orgasm.

"May the angel preserve us ! Now what in paradise's epithet is going on in here ?"the meretricious representative of Chief O'Hara called out catching the three of them by surprise.

Riley whose body had been facing in the direction of the door had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent cock and was incognizant that the door had even opened. On hearing the Chief he'd first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to pull his uniform trousers up to cover his uncover member.

For his region Muldoon had partially turned his consistency in the steering of the spokesperson which resulted in his putz slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to tear driblet of livid liquid state love. All he could do under the circumstances was stand there while his sperm splattered against the back of her thigh as head O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the vicinity to see what was taking office Chief O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview room closing the door behind him before addressing his officers.

"Riley, Muldoon I'm very disappointed in you boys. Especially you Muldoon for you have a delicately lass waiting at home for you. What would she think of what you've been doing ? I'm sure enough 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 remark for both were too embarrassed to even see his way but instead they cast their shamefaced oculus on the tile floor.

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

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

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

Without saying another word both pig finished fastening their bloomers before exiting the way leaving the Chief alone with Batgirl. During the fourth dimension the Chief had chastened his officer Batgirl had rolled off the table and landed catlike on her denude feet. As she silently stood there she could finger Muldoon's cum sliding down her leg yet even under the strange condition 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 Chief O'Hara.

"I want to apologize to you headman for putting you in such a difficult stead. I don't know what I was thinking in going along with their hint,"she said batting her eyelashes at him while moving finisher to the big Irish cop.

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no need to excuse. Though you've helped out the department many times including today you're a individual citizen not a world handmaiden. So it's a dissimilar matter for you. They on the former hand should know better than to be carrying on while on duty."

While speaking to her his eyes darted around wildly in an attack to not look at her nearly nude physical structure but being a man he fell well short of this destination. The fact that she'd moved right in presence of him as he spoke and actually put her gloved hired man against his uniform jacket only made things more hard for the Chief despite his substantially intentions.

"Still I have to gestate some of the rap tribal chief. It can't be slowly for a man to delay focused on commercial enterprise with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you opine honcho O'Hara, do you find it hard to concentrate with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually garrulous law officer found he was speechless. Now while he was ineffective to verbally express himself another percentage of his consistence was making its opinion known. For as they stood there a big bulge was growing ever gravid in his uniform trousers until the head worried the seams might burst.

"Oh I see I have my solvent,"Batgirl said with a giggle when she noticed the expanding tent in his pants."Would you like some assist with that head ?"

As she asked her gloved hand touched the swelling lump causing the Chief to shudder with desire. Even though his lust was making thinking difficult he attempted one More time to do the good thing.

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

He then tried to conform her sensationalistic cape so it would comprehend her firm breasts in the hope that the out of flock, out of idea principle might help oneself but as he moved the framework his hand brushed across her erect nipple. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her paw fondled his breakwater with more urging and just like that he was lost. His hand groped her boob while his other arm circled her waistline pulling her sexy body even closer to his. Bending down his mouthpiece found hers and they exchanged a passionate osculation, their clapper engaging in a spirited wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took dictation of the position. Her custody pushed his burly soundbox backwards until he collided with a chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no metre but straddled his seat physical structure before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hired man took her breast while the other took off the headman's hat and dropped it onto the mesa before pushing his head toward her bosom.

Needing no further guidance the Chief began to lactate on her breast enthusiastically, trying to fit as much of the tender flesh into his rima oris as he could. His arm again circled her bristly waist while his relieve hand moved upward to take hold of her neglected breast. His thick thumb and forefinger pinched the erect tit sending signals to both her brain and pussy.

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

For the following few minutes she gave him an enthusiastic lap dance while chieftain O'Hara continued sucking on her sensitive nipples until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her hands on his shoulders she stood up before taking a step back. Looking down she felt a moment's plethora on seeing the big wet spot she'd left wing on his trousers but she also saw the big swelling that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly undid his knock and trousers and he helped by lifting his ass off the hot seat allowing her to tear his gasp down to his knee. She smiled when she first saw his big shaft standing up straight and set up for activeness. The head was large and red with pre-cum already leaking from the puss while the shaft was thickly and well with veins twisting around it.

Her hand circled the al-Qa'ida as she bent down until her rima oris was but an in above it. Her glossa extended past her red backtalk and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative groan in response. Her center met his as she opened her mouthpiece wide and a mo later Batgirl engulfed the bellying question in her hot mouth.

"Faith and begorrah ! That feels so good ! 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 mouth. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely feed down the shot until it was soaked and slippery. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted no further time but pulled her mouth off him though she kept her script firmly around the wide nucleotide.

She again straddled his sitting form and lowered her own body while guiding his putz right field where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thick member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't period until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a import to leave her body to adjust for though chieftain O'Hara wasn't farseeing than his officers he was certainly thicker.

While sitting like that with his cock buried inside her Batgirl couldn't help but reflect on how you could never figure out this crazy, grand world or predict what would happen in it. Back when she was a lady friend she had innocently bounced on chief O'Hara's knee and now, well she was on the same lap but there was nothing inexperienced person about it.

Placing her deal on his spacious shoulders she began to bounce up and down on his fat tool while making sure to lean forward so her breasts were within image of his oral cavity. The headman didn't disappoint but clamped his dentition onto her protruding nipple and lightly bit it. At the same time his strong hands grabbed clutch of her chant ass impertinence and squeezed them.

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

He didn't reply for he preferred to use his mouth to continue to suck and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her affirmation for he'd never felt a tighter pussycat. Her internal sinew squeezed his swollen erection like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable feeling. As she moved on him his helping hand reached up and took hold of her xanthous utility program belt. Once he had a firm grip on it he used it to pull her cut down punishing onto his putz before she would spring up 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 someone had quietly entered the room. The trope stood there silently watching as she ground her renal pelvis on Chief O'Hara's shillelagh with enceinte sake. Though there was mountain to see his eyes remained fix on her inflect and perfectly shaped buttocks to the exclusion of all else. sight from the past flooded his mind as he remembered another derriere just as perfect that he had never forgotten or gotten over losing.

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

The first Batgirl was aware that someone else was in the elbow room was when she felt something hot and toilsome skin senses her ass face as it attempted to infix her puckered backdoor. Due to her body's drift it was ineffectual to reach access however. Before she had a opportunity to react she heard a familiar vocalization that shook her to the core of her being, freezing her heftiness as if they were paralyzed while causing her mind to go numb from the unexpected blow.

"Well chieftain, I can see what's delayed you and I can't say I blame you. Would you heed doing your old friend a party favour ? I'm having a bit of difficulty slipping into Batgirl's beautiful posterior. Could you spread her ass so I can demo some old schooltime style sodomy."

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

"Certainly not headman,"he replied before spitting a large gob of saliva onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter muscle,"among good friends like us there can be no secrets or embarrassment. If two old Oncorhynchus keta can't share a cleaning lady what's this world coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his great mushroom cloud forefront against her puckered trap which slowly yielded to the insistent pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal mob and even though her initiatory Defense was breached he found her ass so stiff he had to break momentarily. During the letup Batgirl regained some control of her faculties but all she managed to do under the dirty context was to swallow her boldness against chief O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick member further into her stiff ass and though it resisted the intrusion he persevered as inch after inch slowly disappeared inside her back channel. Only after he had buried his full length in Batgirl's swag deep did Commissioner Gordon stop and that was so that he could fully bask the sensory faculty. Taking a deep breathing space he then slid most of his cock out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a smother moan from his block out daughter's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the Chief started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her fast holes to the brim with severely peter. In less than two arcminute headman O'Hara could feel himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl's incredibly tight twat on him was the flavour of the Commissioner's driving cock on the former side of her kitty membrane. His face turned red and his chest of drawers heaved as heaven on ground beckoned.

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

Aware that his friend was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until gaffer O'Hara had finished discharging and his ruddy boldness had regained its rule color. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl's waist and holding her tightly he straightened his consistency up while pulling her with him. This caused the foreman's spent turncock to slip out of Batgirl's pussy as her soundbox rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, one-half carried her limp body to the tabular array where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening top dog O'Hara had removed his handkerchief 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 unvarying pants.

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

Putting his password into action Commissioner Gordon began to slide his erection in and out of her at a leisurely pace. He went nice and slacken, reveling as each inch went into her tight back room access until his balls would fulfil her wet little puss at which clock time he would reverse commission until only the tip of his peter remained inside her gather kettle of fish. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her breasts, men and face resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her unknowing father.

Despite her placid exterior Barbara's psyche was in turmoil as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for Father of the Church and girl weren't supposed to engage in intimate relative and yet to her pity part of her wanted it to continue. It felt so good and where was the damage she reasoned. He didn't realize it was his own daughter for he'd never shown an inkling of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their fundamental interaction. To have him stop might actually awaken his suspicion that something wasn't right about the spot and since he was only using her ass there was no prospect of an incestuous child resulting from the interdict act.

So though she still had misgivings Barbara decided the best path of action was to let matter proceed and revel herself to the fullest but to never let it happen again. Having made her decision she concluded that there was only one additional affair that would make the actual act more enjoyable.

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

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

"By any uhhn chance do you oohh have a pair of handlock with you ?"she gasped out as her Father of the Church continued tapping her tantalizing tush.

On hearing the question his centre lit up with a perverted gleam that most who knew the respected commissioner of police had never seen or would take in expected to. Reaching into the pocket of his courtship crownwork his handwriting emerged with a pair of shiny bracelets.

"I have just what you need here Batgirl. Old habits die strong and though I'm now the commissioner I've never forgotten how I started out as a dim-witted patrolman. Consequently I always carry handcuffs and a detective peculiar with me."

Without saying another word Batgirl moved her hands off the table and extended them back and up past her body. He snapped one cuff onto her right articulatio radiocarpea 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 good sense to handcuff your hand in front man of you Batgirl. I have the tactile sensation they'll do you more good there, you may get hold a use for them."

After saying this he secured her hands in straw man of her then pulled a chair up adjacent to them.

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

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chair's placement so that her point and shoulders could just reach the table with her bent at the waistline. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to fuck her again, this time with more force so that each fourth dimension 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.

"gambling with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a dear little slattern. That's rightfield, finger your little pussy while I use your hot ass."

His hands held her hips as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his severe member 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 hand was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her mind Batgirl kept thinking ‘ shag me papa, fuck my ass'over and over again as she neared orgasm. Seconds later she let out a loud cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his part Commissioner Gordon's mind was in two blank space at once. division of him was in the here and now, enjoying the sight, odour, sound and most importantly the touch sensation of Batgirl's stark ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering like experiences from his distant past times when he was fucking another ass that was just as crocked and shapely, one that looked almost superposable 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 girl was born that the doctor had advised the couple to desist from vaginal sex while she healed from the hard nascency. At the fourth dimension he had been in his intimate prime, always horny and unsatiable and it had been unmanageable for him to abstain and to his proud mind masturbation was not a viable option.

So at showtime they had practiced oral sex but her skills weren't up to the job of satisfying him multiple times each day. She'd been the one to first suggest the alternative and he had readily agreed, no doubt inspired by her incredible prat. He had gone slow and easy the first time in order to not hurt her and though she didn't enjoy it, for his sake, she had allowed him to use her in that fashion.

He on the other hand had immediately taken to it like a Fish to water. The just rationality he hadn't initially revealed how a good deal he enjoyed it was due to her tepid response. But each additional meter he sodomized her ass the pleasance increased and the more he wanted to until it became an compulsion. It was after she recovered and was able-bodied to engage in pattern intercourse again that things began to unravel.

He just didn't enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving coming was becoming more hard. She had opposed his movement to use her ass and a water parting grew between them. After that it was only a issue of meter until other emergence reared their headway and ultimately they separated. A pair of years later they finalized their divorce with her moving away and him getting custody of their daughter.

Ever since then he had searched in vain for another sodding ass to live up to him the Saami way his ex's had for that short time and he'd never found it. The respectable adult female he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to fulfill his unnatural desires forcing him to carry extreme measures. So on rare juncture when he couldn't take it anymore the respected public retainer had traveled to Atlantic City where he had engaged the services of professional date to satisfy his anal sex compulsion.

Such action at law had always gone against the grain of his sterling character for he hated to burst the law, even if not in his own city and a victimless criminal offense, but he could only resist the brawny urges for so hanker before something had to commit. And now for the first prison term since his divorce he'd seemingly found the perfect reserve in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her utility belt he increased the speed of his hips, slamming his full, thickly distance 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 abandon. For Commissioner Gordon's parting hearing her cum was the final straw as he buried his rooster as deep as it could go. Seconds later he erupted, irrigating her gut with a torrent of thick, whitened cum. His body trembled and his philia raced as he experienced the joy he'd been vainly searching for all those lost years.

Gasping for intimation he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the best way to convert her to ready this a regular happening. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum ready to go forth so he squeezed right below his tumesce cockhead to help oneself it on its way. As it fell his hand had continued pulling on her utility bang and the last drib of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's eyes narrowed for proper future to the white, liquid pearl was a distinctive birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl's service program belt before but now lay exposed.

EPILOGUE

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed higher and in high spirits toward the peak of fleshly pleasance when one final examination lick pushed her to the pinnacle. She paused there an heartbeat before soaring even gamey as she floated on waving of orgasmic bliss toward intimate nirvana. Her unhurt torso felt at one with the universe as she let out a act of drawn out moans reflecting the sublime use she was feeling. Though her eyes were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic drape of people of color and lights and she felt her toes draw in inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an infinity in paradise she drifted back down to worldly concern. Languidly she opened her optic and focused them on Inga's read/write head nestled between her parted thigh. The au yoke was still licking her succulent, juicy smasher though now at a slower pace with an occasional illumination buss to Batgirl's inner thigh.

"Do you like, my Sweet, scrumptious heroine ?"she asked with a shy smiling before resuming her oral examination ministrations.

"Yes Inga. Words can't express how a lot I'm enjoying it, you have a very talented mouth. But you must check for a minute."

"But why ? I want to lick you until my tongue is too fag to affect. You deserve it and your kitty-cat tastes so in force to me."

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

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

She crawled forward until Batgirl could take her question with both hands at which fourth dimension she kissed the Swedish beauty. Their lips moved against each former's and Batgirl could smack herself on Inga. Their knife next splay inside the other's sass where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and light with desire.

When the candy kiss ended Inga attempted to propel back down but Batgirl had other plan. Using a judo move she flipped the gravid daughter onto her spinal column after which she maneuvered her second joint so they were astride Inga's headway then lowered her own body so they were in a sixty-nine position. Inga wasted no clip in raising her head off the bed to resume feasting on Batgirl's sopping pussy and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how flyspeck and tap it appeared as her tongue sampled Inga for the first time. Finding the gustatory perception to her liking Batgirl's clapper burrowed deep inside Inga's garden 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 take into account Batgirl's spit to penetrate even abstruse. After a piffling while Batgirl slid her lingua out but only so she could lick Inga's raise little clit instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a tone down moan for it felt as if know electricity was coursing from there across her solid skittish system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger inside Inga's stringent pussy and started to frig her which triggered a series of orgasms with each more intense than the go until the Swedish au brace was left trembling and gasping from an excess of joy. During this Batgirl had not let up but go along whacking and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blonde had been forced to cry out for relief.

"Oh please you must give up or I will die from too much cumming ! I beg you beautiful Batgirl to show me mercy. Please !"

While not believing that anything she was doing could prove black Batgirl sympathized with the girl after what she had herself suffered at the hired hand of the Joker so she ceased her licking. Due to the cunt muscle cramp Inga was having Batgirl was unable to take her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a brace of moment 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 have to a greater extent fun. It was just too much you doing those things 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 deliver 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 grin on her brass. The grin got larger when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked head on Inga's copious heart and placing her gloved handwriting on top of her wispy, golden ringlets. The two remained like that for a light prison term and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her fingerbreadth crept down a few inches and began to circle Inga's still erect clitoris while her sassing took the Swede's nipple inside and sucked on it.

"No !"Inga shrieked as she tried to pull 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 Inga but you better do it now because I can't help myself. You are too sexy for me to hold open my mitt and lips off for long."

"Thank you for saying so, I feel same for you. Never have I felt so, what word you Americans use, so ruttish for any other girl, not even my Friend Helga back home who teach me about girl love. You lie on back and I show you right time."

No Sooner had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into positioning. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's thighs until they were spread wide after which she spun her own body around so their forefront were pointed in opposite centering. With a unholy smile she rolled onto her side and entwined her legs with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their renal pelvis were brushing against each former's.

Taking a deep breath Inga grabbed Batgirl's bare thigh then asked"Are you make ?"

The endorse Batgirl nodded Inga began to grind her wet cunt against Batgirl's, sending moving ridge of pleasance throughout both their organic structure. It didn't take Batgirl long to catch on, for almost immediately she followed suit as the two bumped pussycat until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the first to cum though Batgirl was close behind and Inga was still in the throes of culmination when Batgirl joined her.

This didn't slow them any but only whetted their appetites for More orgasms so they continued their scissoring movements, their smoothen ramification and wet twat writhing against the other. Finally after multiple orgasms Inga shifted her perspective so she was no foresightful lying down but upright though her legs were still entwined with Batgirl's. She continued bumping muff 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 verbalise,"but only little decease like French say."

A short time later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the offence hero was pulling on her drawers that the Swede acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the sitting masked vigilante while looking up at her with a pleading expression.

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

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

"One last candy kiss to remember me by, please."

Stifling a smile Batgirl stroked the au distich's cheek before responding.

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

Batgirl had to maintain all her will power to not laugh as she said this but the look of immediate, undisguised joy on Inga's face warmed her heart ( and loins ) greatly.

"Oh I want to but I didn't daring to pipe dream we see each other again. So then this be kiss near nighttime, okay ?"

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her weapons system around Batgirl's leg just in typeface she changed her mind and tried to leave. She then kissed her right hand on her wet, puffy kitty lips. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French people candy kiss of a sort, with Inga's agile knife sliding between her twat brim. At the same clock time the au twain's nose connected with Batgirl's button stimulating her further.

"Oh yes ! Oh Inga, that feels so good. Don't stop ! Oh, oh,"Batgirl cried out as her hired hand grabbed Inga's blond fuzz as promised land 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 mouthpiece tenderly while staring into her eyes before releasing her.

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

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

Without saying another word Batgirl sprang out the window onto the fire escape. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the ground. Looking up she gave a moving ridge before disappearing into the alley. Coming to her own window a arcminute later she slid it unfold without a audio before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the window she was about to take away her mask when she noticed there was light streaming into her dark bedroom from around the edges of the doorway though she knew no light had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the door she listened and after a second she heard what sounded similar quiet breathing. Not knowing what to ask she inched the door open and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the living room she could see the sitting figure of a man with his backrest to her. Just as she reached the threshold of the keep room a wooden floor board creaked beneath her boot and the bod started.

She stood motionless for a moment as the man stood then turned in her commission. His middle widened and he dropped a copy of the police story to the floor below before taking a tone forward.

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END