The Joke's On Batgirl
( The Sequel to The jokester's On Batgirl )
By rutger5 right of first publication 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the heavy bag with one final flurry of punches but like all previous movement it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the soiled bin before heading for the gym outlet. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her oriental alabaster hide than the ruttish gym DoI had but it didn't reason Barbara to change her plans.

After a immediate stretchability of her toned quad she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five miles and 30 five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entryway to her apartment building. A short spell later after showering Barbara ate her solitary dinner party then settled onto the couch with a book. Despite her best efforts to read she soon found her intellect drifting to other weighty subjects.

Two separate opinion occupied her reasoning mind to the ejection of all else. The first was whether she could ever assume the mantle of Batgirl again. For ever since that fateful Night when the joker and his gang had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was incertain what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal condemnation from the city she had risked life sentence and arm for numerous times fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally substantial enough to continue being a masked offence fighter.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a mysterious 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 cipher seemed to aid. Cumming only made it unfit and she'd been forced to comport extra twosome of sensible, snowy cotton fiber step-in with her at all times so she could change when they became soaked from her plenteous and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a single bar ( while disguised in a blond wig and sunglasses ) with the intention of picking up a stranger for anon. sex. The only affair that had prevented this from happening was despite her needs she still had some minimum monetary standard and for some reason that night only the dregs of humanness were portray. So she had settled for visiting a chintzy sex workshop in Gotham's red-light dominion instead, purchasing a heavy, realistic dildo that resembled a hammer with balls.

It had received numerous workouts in the short sentence she'd owned it and while it helped to fill a void it wasn't the same as a warm, homo body. What was worse was that each coming it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd become an indocile nymphomaniac and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to work back the clock. She would stray off into an nervous slumber after hours of masturbation, her dildo slick with her own succus lying beside her, only to wake the next morning as horny as ever. She had begun to get dark-skinned band under her heart from lack of sleep and it was only her skill with composition that prevented others from noticing.

Making matter worse was that areas in her life that would have comforted her in the past tense or been a piazza of refuge no longer were. Due to the consideration of what had happened Barbara had avoided her sire, at least in the flesh, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how busy and tiring work had been lately as an alibi and he hadn't pressed the takings.

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

Unlike many he had given a public affirmation in musical accompaniment 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 vim had been directed at trying to tag down the Joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the brass of the earth and there wasn't even a hearsay of his location in Gotham's underworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no comfort at employment for like nigh places in Gotham City the Batgirl video was the primary theme of conversation with well-nigh librarian weighing in ( in hushed look, of form ) on the controversial and lustful subject field. The most hateful comments came from Miss Peychaud, a prune faced, virulent spinster of the old school whose groovy joy in life consisted of scolding children who spoke too loudly and maligning any woman more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine percent of the female population.

"Why she's null but a common working girl and debauchee,"she hissed to Mrs. Jones, an owlish and genial fellow librarian, as the women took their break inside the stave lounge one fine summer afternoon.

"Now I don't know about that Miss Peychaud,"the bigger charwoman replied before her angular workfellow interrupted.

"Oh please, spare me. Even before her sordid conduct was exposed for all to see it was plain to me that she had the lesson of an alley cat in heat. I mean have you seen the outfit that she prances around in ? It's so skintight that it's a wonder she can respire at all and I have no incertitude that if one were to appear closely one could see every detail of her mons venus despite it being technically covered."

"well I admit her costume isn't open accommodation but she also has the bod to pull it off. virtually of us would look foolish or worse if we were to try to coiffe that way. Still no matter what she wears she's done a lot of thoroughly matter. Countless times I've read in the newspaper publisher about her capturing some criminal or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my contention that her so called heroics are at best exaggeration to deal papers and more likely outright prevarication. If you dig abstruse you'd probably detect that she traded sexual favors with these newsperson in order for them to indite such folderol so she could suit famous. No, notice my run-in, what has been revealed in this filthy, adult moving pic is the real Batgirl - a degenerate tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into clenched fist as her anger grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old woman for after Barbara had been appointed head bibliothec missy Peychaud had told anyone that would listen that young lady Gordon was far too untried and inexperient for such a responsibility but it must be nice to have friends in high places. Barbara tried to remain calm but as all the gall streamed out of Miss Peychaud's mouth she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to stand with the design of giving the malicious viper a spell of her mind another bibliothec outburst into the room gasping for breath.

"Miss Gordon ! semen 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 have intercourse how to say this…"

"Calm down Enid,"Barbara told her in a soothing tonus as she headed for the threshold,"and state me as we walk. Okay ?"

"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 billet like this. I thought overdue library account book would be the unsound affair I'd have to deal with."

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

"So like I was saying Miss Gordon there's a man using a 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 trouble although another supporter complained about that. So I went over there to investigate, and Miss Gordon he's watching pornography on the library estimator with the volume turned up all the way."

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

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

"Yes I'm sure."

With a limit look in her eye Barbara walked into the computer elbow room while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs. Casey Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could listen the tinny sounds of a woman moaning before she saw the man and truth be told her sensitive nozzle smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a recent causa filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham City Criminal Liberties join ) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching smut in the library weren't grounds enough for removal. Still she had to at least try to get him to alter his behavior for the good of the other library users.

"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 chairwoman and faced her and it was clear from his appearance that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably midsection aged but he was so filthy and unkempt that it was firmly to order for sure. The man was on the stocky side with longish, oleaginous hair and an unshaven cheek while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for gold. On seeing the vision of feminine loveliness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

"Hey sister, you want some of what she's getting on sieve ? 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 counter died on her brim as her eyes took in the woman on CRT screen who was the recipient of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her yearning consistence as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple heavily stopcock filling every mess. For a mo 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 projection screen and the man's bulging groin,"was that you could establish some consideration for your fellow library patrons. Could you perhaps sprain the volume down or use the offer headphones so as not to disturb others ?"

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

"Yes, your rightfulness,"Barbara replied, her poke wrinkling in disgust from the look of decaying tooth intermingled with cheap gin."So you won't reconsider then ?"

"No but my go still goes for you. If you're nice or rather smutty I'll give you a secure fuck. What do you say Miss Prim and Proper ?"he asked while chuckling.

Without saying another intelligence Barbara turned on her heel and retreated and as she did she could feel his optic staring at her toned peg and butt the whole meter. 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 phone she dialed as the other bibliothec clucked like a flock of hens.

"Yes, Gotham City police force Department. I'm calling from the main leg of the Gotham City depository library where we're having a bit of a job with individual. 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 connections in this case its justified,"fille Peychaud sniffed.

"Well missy Peychaud while I'm so pleased to obtain your favourable reception I've used no connection. I didn't mention my gens or my Father nor do I programme to. The fact is though this person may consider whatever material he wants on the computer there are other factors which I'll point out to the police when they arrive which should take care of this problem, at least for today."

True to her word Barbara spoke to the responding officers and accompanied them to the reckoner elbow room. When the man saw them he immediately began to protest loudly about his rights when the Old of the two officers cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to convert some shed blood essence judge but I don't aid. At the least I can charge you with rummy and disorderly and throw you in the tank until you're sober. And if you give me a heavy prison term then I'll boot you with lewd and lascivious conduct and who is the judge going to believe - a piece of human garbage like you or a sweet 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 leave you have right wing. Now move !"

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

Sighing in backup man she thought they'd motivation to have the janitor disinfect the chair before it could be used again. She next turned her attending to the calculator with the intention of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself unable to. Barbara did manage to mute the volume but for the adjacent five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving group of ‘ actors'double penetrated the youth woman.

It was only when she felt her own secretions 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 door before pulling up her skirt and sitting with legs banquet extensive. Since her dildo was back at home Barbara had to improvise with what was useable. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the magic. It was a memento from when she had attended a librarian convention in the nation's upper-case letter 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 step-in to the side of meat exposing her juicy cunt. Carefully she inserted it between her pinko crushed lips and as it slid inside it made a spongelike sound. Barbara was so invoke already that this was enough to spark off an climax though she was far from satiated. She waited until her kitty spasms lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, thirsty hole.

Putting one ft 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 climax within a few hour it wasn't enough. Using her free hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could fine-tune her rear nipple while continuing to fuck herself with the dagger shaped paperweight.

closing her heart she allowed her vivid imaginativeness to contract over and if her dude bibliothec 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 computer room with a far unlike resultant. At the stage where she had turned to give 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 skirt and yanked down her step-in and second base later he rammed his hard putz into her.

In her illusion he was relentless, pounding her rigorous pinkness hard and quick while yanking back on her hairsbreadth until her neck brawn were tight. His early hired hand pinched and slapped her house backside as he continued thrusting balls deep making her cry out with pleasure.

"Yes, give it to me ! Please don't point !"Barbara gasped as her own hands drove her closer and closer until she let out a low, croaky groan as she came like gangbusters.

It took a few minute of arc for her to recover her chemical equilibrium after her massive coming at which point her mitt released her pinnace breast and she slid the glass paperweight from her molten sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every free fall of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its office on her desk with a newfound tenderness for the souvenir.

Standing on rickety legs Barbara fixed her clothing before opening a windowpane to air out her place for the intoxicating aroma of female person lust was overpowering. After that she returned to bring and was able to make it through the balance of the day without losing restraint 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 inspired by her now increased libido she did attain some adjustment to it however. Where previously it had been a one composition skintight jump suit, with a zipper in the spinal column, she turned it into two piece of music.

The top section she simply hemmed at the waistline leaving the zip intact while also hemming the top of the bed section and of course mending what part Harley and the jokester had cut. That allowed the butt 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 residuum of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking coming while watching it all unfold in the mirror.

As for the exulting return of Batgirl it was fate that decided things for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three weeks after the Joker incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment edifice after a long run. She had been exercising more and more in the hope that tiring herself out might lessen or at least blunt her sex private road with little resultant to show for it. Despite her running a yearner aloofness than rule she felt hornier than ever with her puss bedwetter than the residue of her sudor soaked trunk. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to circle the block as a chill down.

Now much as Barbara's flat edifice had an alley on one slope as well as behind it so did many of the other apartment buildings in the region. It was while passing such an bowling alley around the corner from her home that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the setting in the library loitering about while drinking from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory fantasy, in substantial lifetime she had no desire to get within ten metrical unit of him so she continued jogging.

Still even after returning to her apartment it troubled her that he was about her neighbourhood. At the least he was a drunken nuisance and she suspected if given half a fortune he might do some real mischief. 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 thick beverage. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the comrade bum gesticulating wildly while making crude and obscene scuttlebutt. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a cleaning lady by what he was saying. Under normal condition she probably would cause phoned the constabulary while keeping an eye on the office to make indisputable 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 thwarting from the past tense few week's issue but Barbara had reached her breaking percentage point. Sprinting to her bedroom she stripped off her wearing apparel before donning her Batgirl costume in disk sentence. No sooner had she slipped the wig and mask on her caput then she was slithering out her bedroom window, fastening the cape once she reached the alley.

While her bedchamber windowpane faced behind her building, 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 recession of the building where she saw that he had managed to tree a Brigham Young womanhood pushing a stroller. Barbara recognized her as an au pair from Sverige who was working the summertime for a couple who also lived in her building.

The girl must have been cutting through the alleyway on her restoration when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. very much as in the subroutine library he was fondling his crotch while she appeared frozen with fear and ineffectual to impress. There is no telling what would throw happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that mo he seized the radiocarpal joint of the untried cleaning lady while brandishing a boxcutter in the other hand. He dragged her away from the pusher and toward the dumpster.

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

"Hey so-and-so, why not let her go and take on your fortune with me instead,"Batgirl called out in a loud voice.

He whirled around and saw her standing five foundation away with her gloved hands on her hips, her broad, red lips curled in a half smile.

"Batgirl ! Didn't the Joker 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 tongue,"or maybe you want some of this ?"he told her holding his privates."After seeing your picture I'm guessing it's gon na be my intemperately cock."

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

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the paries against her back. He inched closer holding the sword before him when without warning she struck. Her bitch was so immobile that the weapon system was knocked from his now benumbed helping hand before he realized it while the following one connected solidly with his middle forcing his breathing time out with a pant. 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 back street pavement.

The adjacent 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 closeness of the Scandinavian overwhelmed her skunk. The young fair sex smelled like summer strawberry and waste flowers and her soft, curvaceous body felt like heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the spell she was under decent to speak.

"You're welcome Miss 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 woman answered as she reluctantly released her Redeemer though she remained so closely that Batgirl could still palpate her warm breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a earphone with you could you call the law ?"Batgirl asked though she was unable to seem into the young woman's ice gloomy eyes as she did so, afraid the au pair would be able-bodied to see the lewd sentiment 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 witting though very groggy and it took but a minute for Batgirl to roll him onto his breadbasket and secure his helping hand with a ziptie she removed from a bulge on her utility belt. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making certain her young kick was okay. The toddler had managed to kip through all the fervor and had a peaceful smile on his cherubic nerve. After satisfying herself that he was delicately Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

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

Batgirl swallowed hard for though she could feel Inga's affectionateness pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heating plant from her to the full, shapely breast even through her glove. Once Batgirl's hired man was pressed to her bighearted boob Inga sighed and closed her center while holding it in billet until Batgirl felt her own heart rate quicken.

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

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

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

Batgirl was spared having to answer for rightfulness at that minute a police car screeched to a halt at the mouth of the alleyway. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl's hired man as the patrolmen climbed from the car and approached them.

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

"This bad man,"Inga said gesturing toward the bum on the ground,"he catch me and going to try to do bad thing to me when she come from nowhere and relieve me."

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

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

"Riley,"the firstly policeman barked out,"get that in an grounds bag and take sure not to contaminate it. By the way Batgirl I'm sword lily 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 people in my corner,"she replied in a placidity voice.

"Now Miss,"he said addressing Inga,"I'm going to need some entropy from you for my report."

As Officer Muldoon took down Inga's assertion his partner was dragging the assailant up to his infantry and moving him to the police car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a small crowd of looker-on had gathered and even worse was that there were many people watching from windows in the surrounding buildings. How on terra firma would she be able to get back to her own apartment undetected with all these beholder she wondered.

"All right Miss Oleson I believe we have enough to go on for now. We'll be in touch with you as the casing proceeds. punter get the little cuss 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 crime belligerent on the sassing while slipping something into her hand.

"That card has my mobile numeral and email name and address on it so get hold of me. Tomorrow is my off day,"she whispered before going.

The crowd had burst into cheers at the small show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the baby carriage toward the entryway of the edifice. Batgirl on the other hired hand stood there with her face as red as a Beta vulgaris and she didn't know what her future 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 care to go to the stationhouse and cave in your statement there ?"

Seeing an out to head for the hills the spot 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 back seat why don't you ride in the front with us. It might be a little crowded but better 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 snug fit it was certainly better than the option. Officer James Whitcomb Riley was using the police wireless to cover they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the straw man of the patrol car gave Batgirl a impression of nostalgia from when she was a girl and rode on social occasion with her father and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying finish care so when Officer James Whitcomb Riley had to arrest forgetful due to a traffic visible light changing she was caught off guard. officeholder Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his left bridge player shot out to brace himself and scent up on top of Batgirl's leg right above her knee.

"Sorry,"he mumbled.

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

Well to be more than accurate his hand did move but it began creeping high up her leg while stroking it softly. Initially Batgirl felt unsure of what to say or do about this. On one script he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an intimate mode and to make topic worse he had a gold wedding party circle on his fingerbreadth so he must be married. But on the other bridge player she was very horny and his hand felt so good as it climbed higher.

Making her decision she spread her thighs wider allowing his manus approach to her covered hummock. When the car stopped at the following red light Officer Riley's hand began to fondle her other leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her thighs. During all this no one rung and Batgirl focused her eyes straight ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary bicycle was taking place. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing orgasm they reached their destination first and both men took their hands away leaving her high though not dry. After foremost removing the captive they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

"I'll bring him to a holding jail 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 program line,"Officer Muldoon replied as he motioned for her to come with him.

He escorted her to an unoccupied interview room and once they were inside he closed the doorway behind them. The room contained four metal chair and a board and after the summer heat outside the chill air felt particularly cold against Batgirl's skin. The cop produced a pen and a firearm of paper before sitting down and she followed suit.

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

"Of course police officer Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the seat trying to get easy but whether due to the hard, insensate alloy or her burning puss she was unsuccessful.

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

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

He nodded in reply before standing then moving succeeding to her where he leaned down so he could register it. As he did he rested a hand on her shoulder and when she said zippo he slid it down until he was palming her firm titty. Batgirl gasped when he squeezed it and before she knew it his other hired man was squeezing the other one. Even before he'd touched her breasts her nipples were hard from the air conditioning and his warm touch only stimulated them further.

In response her left hand reached across her soundbox until it came into contact with officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his turn to gasp when she started massaging his extrusion through the textile of his uniform pants as his erection swelled large. She swiveled around in the chairperson so that she had intimately memory access to what she wanted and though this caused him to release her breasts with what she was doing it was more than a carnival patronage off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one mitt continued rubbing his cock while the other hand began unfastening his trousers. Only then did she make a motion her paw off his bulge but just so she could use both hand to yank down his pants and boxers. She giggled with joy when his gruelling cock sprang up after being released but it had only a few seconds of freedom before she took it into her tender, inviting mouth.

She took him to the back of her mouth in one legato movement before pulling back until only his swollen nous remained inside. Batgirl's tongue swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a min Batgirl began taking him inscrutable while continuing to use her quick tongue on his throbbing stopcock. Her gloved helping hand reached up and played with his balls, adding to his pleasure and if affair had continued like this for much longer he may have cum sooner than he wished. But just then the room access opened and military officer Riley slipped inside the audience room.

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

Riley wasted no time but rushed to remain firm future to his spouse as he fumbled with his uniform pants. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's inflexible prick and as soon as James Whitcomb Riley's pants were undone her head teacher swooped in. He was only partially erect but her hot back talk soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until Riley was at full mast, coating his member with her spit before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the future few minutes Batgirl went back and forth between the two pig, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their minds with lust. It was military officer Muldoon that switched affair up, for right hand after she'd released his peter and took his partner's he moved to the side of her. His hand first moved her cape to one face allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was able to remove it freeing her pert, perky breasts. While this took blank space Batgirl managed to keep Riley's stiff dick in her mouth, though she had to momentarily admit her hand off his balls.

Officer Muldoon's lip then took her sensitive mammilla into his mouth and sucked on it while his tongue ran back and forth over the erect nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a damp groan as she continued sucking on Riley's hard-on for all she was Worth. After a minute of breast play Muldoon took his lip away from her firm breast though his helping hand continued to pluck her nipple.

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

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping Riley's peter in her mouth but she was able-bodied to budge her body by raising her ass a few column inch off the chairwoman allowing Muldoon to pull it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her consistency so that she was standing in a bent over perspective which permitted Muldoon to lead off working on her bed. It wasn't easy as the material was skin tight and he had to slowly seethe it past her hips and derriere 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 succulent lulu and due to her stimulation it was instantly coated with her scented juices.

Batgirl gasped as his tongue worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could get hold of after which she began to shake her hips back and Forth River so that his tongue was literally fucking her. His deal grabbed her coxa as he tried pushing his spit deeper into her while her leftfield hand reached back to pull on his tomentum. During this she continued to slew her lips the duration of Riley's erection prompting him to charter her boob and squeeze it hard.

"Enough knife,"she cried out after stopping her putz sucking temporarily so she could verbalise,"I want your peter in me - now !"

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his lingua from her honey pot before standing. It took but a few mo for him to guide his erection to her waiting hole and she was so wet he sank balls deep with one thrust. 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 pig managed to synchronize their drift to an uncanny degree. As Muldoon's hammer bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's swollen read/write head probed her throat as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both ends caused her to withstand onto Riley's leg for dear life history as she felt an climax building.

A few drive later she was cumming on Muldoon's member, her succus seeping onto and past his driving cock. He was sweating profusely by this clip despite the air conditioning and he knew if things continued at this rate he'd be filling her with his spermatozoon in no meter. It wasn't that he didn't want to cum but he also wished to extend the pleasure so after one more thrust he pulled out of her tight, clenching pussy.

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

"Sign me up for that crony,"Riley replied as his stopcock slipped from her mouth with a drawstring 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 body up.

The two cops wasted no meter 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 accept some more fun."

Riley went aright to ferment, first removing her high heeled the boot before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her position at the edge of the table and raised her amphetamine leg into the air. James Whitcomb Riley pulled her consistence to right where he wanted it before lining his pecker up with her kitty-cat. He rubbed it against her puffy backtalk and clitoris for a bit, doing his practiced to tease her but Batgirl was having none of that.

Her gloved hand reached down and wrapped around the shaft of light just below the headland and brought it to her opening before guiding it inside her lips. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her pussy he surrendered to it and slither deep inside her wet plication. Now that Riley was where she wanted she turned her attention back to Muldoon who was standing nearby slowly stroking his erection.

"officeholder Muldoon my little mouth is so hollow. Do you know of anything hard and tasty to fill it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her case and slid his tool between her parted lips and he didn't block until his wiry pubic hair was brushing against the soft hide of her cheek. She made a gurgling strait as her throat was pierced by his infest member though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to root for him deeper.

While this was going on James Whitcomb Riley was filling her with his wide-eyed pecker, using short, hefty thrusts. His paw brought her bare pes to his sassing allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the Lapplander clock time. This duplicate teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to overstretch his rigid putz from her mouth.

"Hey lets interchange places again pal. I don't think I can final very much longsighted and I'd really like to feel her sweet pussy again before I lose it."

James Whitcomb Riley made a expression for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a good partner he consented to the request after a couplet more rapid ticker of his hips. As soon as he was out of her James Whitcomb Riley spun Batgirl's body around so that she was flat on her back and lying widthwise across the mesa. Because of that her school principal now hung upside down beyond the table 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 deform bringing them near Riley's face. He took the hook and began to kiss and lick them enthusiastically while continuing to tickle her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to stopping point as long as potential didn't penetrate her kitty-cat at first but instead slid his shot along her wet line. While this felt serious to them both, especially to Batgirl each sentence his helmet head collided with her clitoris, it also allowed him some time to settle down a bit. Even when he did recruit inside her gates of promised land he went slower than he desired in order of magnitude to prolong his pleasure.

However despite his best efforts her soused slit muscles soon had him on the edge of sexual climax again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too late. Breathing deeply he slapped his hard pith against her mild pussy a few prison term before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks as he started to lbf. her as hard and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley's stage to brace herself as they speared her from both oddment. Riley was holding her groundwork and kissing them while fucking her facial expression and with each thrust his formal collided with her nose. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one helping hand from his leg and managed to caress his orb. That move was all it took to send him over the boundary.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's dead body tensed as his chunk sac tightened and a few minute later Batgirl's throat was flooded with his thickly ejaculate. All she could do was swallow down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing turncock until no more came. Gasping for breathing spell he pulled his member from her sass but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her bridge player grabbed the dick and held it by her red lips allowing her tongue to lick his spiritualist caput making him groan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the wand of exploding even before witnessing this erotic aspect unfold only a couple of metrical foot away and watching it was like throwing gasoline on his raging fire. He buried his quill in her wet folds one final time as he felt himself swell in prediction of at hand climax.

"May the saints preserve us ! Now what in Heaven's name is going on in here ?"the tatty voice of Chief O'Hara called out catching the three of them by surprise.

Riley whose body had been facing in the instruction of the threshold had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent putz and was incognizant that the room access had even opened. On hearing the Chief he'd first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to force his uniform trousers up to cover his endanger member.

For his role Muldoon had partially turned his torso in the direction of the vocalisation which resulted in his pecker slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to shoot free fall of tweed smooth love. All he could do under the circumstances was stand there while his spermatozoon splattered against the back of her thigh as Chief O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the neighborhood to see what was taking place Chief O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview elbow room closing the door behind him before addressing his officers.

"Riley, Muldoon I'm very disappoint in you boys. Especially you Muldoon for you have a fine jeune fille waiting at home for you. What would she think of what you've been doing ? I'm indisputable she'd be heartbroken if she knew. On top of that you're both still on obligation so you're cheating the taxpayers while you carry on."

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

"Now have you even interviewed the suspect yet ?"the Chief asked with a tail end aspect on his broad face.

When they shook their school principal no he sighed before speaking again.

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

Without saying another Scripture both cops finished fastening their pant before exiting the way leaving the Chief alone with Batgirl. During the sentence the honcho had chastened his officers Batgirl had rolled off the table and landed catlike on her air feet. As she silently stood there she could feel Muldoon's cum sliding down her leg yet even under the strange circumstances 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 dedicate up yet. Not when there was still another man in the way so she adjacent turned her tending to Chief O'Hara.

"I want to apologise to you Chief for putting you in such a difficult position. I don't know what I was thinking in going along with their mesmerism,"she said batting her eyelash at him while moving closer to the big Irish cop.

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no penury to apologize. Though you've helped out the department many clip including today you're a individual citizen not a world servant. So it's a different topic for you. They on the early bridge player should know break than to be carrying on while on duty."

While speaking to her his eyes darted around wildly in an endeavor to not look at her nearly bare body 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 cap only made things more difficult for the Chief despite his intimately intentions.

"Still I have to bear some of the rap Chief. It can't be easy for a man to stay focused on business enterprise with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you recollect tribal chief O'Hara, do you recover it voiceless to concentrate with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually garrulous lawman found he was dumb. Now while he was unable to verbally express himself another portion of his trunk was making its opinion known. For as they stood there a prominent excrescence was growing ever larger in his uniform trousers until the Chief worried the furrow might burst.

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

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

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

He then tried to adjust her yellow cape so it would overlay her firm bosom in the hope that the out of sight, out of brain principle might help but as he moved the fabric his hand brushed across her erect teat. Batgirl let out a groan when he did and her hand fondled his groyne with to a greater extent urging and just like that he was lost. His hired hand groped her boob while his other arm circled her waistline pulling her sexy body even closer to his. Bending down his sass found hers and they exchanged a passionate kiss, their tongues engaging in a spirited hand-to-hand struggle match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took command of the situation. Her hand pushed his strapping dead body backwards until he collided with a chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no clock time but straddled his seated eubstance before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hands took her chest while the other took off the top dog's hat and dropped it onto the table before pushing his head word toward her bosom.

Needing no advance steering the foreman began to fellate on her breast enthusiastically, trying to fit as often of the tender material body into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her waspish waist while his free hand moved upward to lease hold of her neglected bosom. His thick quarter round and forefinger pinched the upright teat sending signals to both her brain and pussy.

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

For the succeeding few proceedings she gave him an enthusiastic lap saltation while Chief O'Hara continued sucking on her sensible nipples until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her bridge player on his berm 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 on his trouser but she also saw the heavy gibbosity that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly undid his belt and trouser and he helped by lifting his ass off the electric chair allowing her to pull his knickers down to his knee joint. She smiled when she first saw his big cock standing up straight and make for activity. The top dog was large and red with pre-cum already leaking from the slit while the beam was chummy and swollen with vein twisting around it.

Her hand circled the understructure as she bent down until her backtalk was but an inch above it. Her tongue extended past her red lips and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative moan in response. Her eyes met his as she opened her mouthpiece blanket and a second later Batgirl engulfed the bulbous head in her hot mouth.

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

She did just that, bobbing her masked head up and down, taking as much of his tumid pecker as would fit into her hungry mouth. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely course 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 hand firmly around the wide base.

She again straddled his sitting mannikin and lowered her own dead body while guiding his putz right wing where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thickset member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't stop until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a consequence to allow her body to adjust for though gaffer O'Hara wasn't long than his officers he was certainly thicker.

While sitting like that with his cock buried inside her Batgirl couldn't help but shine on how you could never work out out this crazy, rattling mankind 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 null innocent about it.

Placing her hands on his all-inclusive shoulders she began to resile up and down on his fat peter while making sure to lean forward so her breasts were within range of his mouth. The Chief didn't disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her project nipple and lightly bit it. At the same fourth dimension his strong mitt grabbed hold of her toned ass cheeks and squeezed them.

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

He didn't response for he preferred to use his mouth to continue to draw and nybble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her statement for he'd never felt a tighter twat. Her internal muscles squeezed his swell up erecting like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable feeling. As she moved on him his hands reached up and took handle of her yellowed utility swath. Once he had a firm grip on it he used it to attract her down hard onto his cock before she would surface up again and this sequence was repeated over and over again.

They were so caught up in what they were doing that neither was mindful that another individual had quietly entered the room. The figure stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvis on boss O'Hara's shillelagh with majuscule interest. Though there was plenty to see his middle remained fixated on her intone and perfectly shaped buttocks to the exclusion of all else. visual sense from the past tense 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 James Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing pecker to break loose the confines of his garb slump. Spitting onto his hand he began to stroke himself in metre to her movements until his hard-on had reached its replete dimensions at which clock time he moved toward her with only one affair on his judgment, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no matter the consequences.

The inaugural Batgirl was cognizant that mortal else was in the room was when she felt something hot and intemperately touch her ass impertinence as it attempted to put down her knit backdoor. Due to her body's drift it was ineffective to gain admission however. Before she had a fortune to react she heard a familiar voice that shook her to the nub of her being, freezing her muscles as if they were paralyzed while causing her mind to go numb from the unexpected shock.

"fountainhead tribal chief, I can see what's delayed you and I can't say I blame you. Would you mind doing your old friend a favour ? I'm having a bit of trouble slipping into Batgirl's beautiful posterior. Could you spread her ass so I can establish some old school style sodomy."

"Whatever you want Commissioner but would you favour for me to pull up stakes ?"the boss asked as his hands pulled Batgirl's supple ass cheeks as far apart as they would go.

"Certainly not chieftain,"he replied before spitting a large gob of saliva onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter muscle,"among in effect friends like us there can be no secret or embarrassment. If two old chum can't plowshare a woman what's this world coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his tumid mushroom head against her gather hole which slowly yielded to the instant press. He grunted as he forced it past her anal retentive hoop and even though her number 1 defense was breached he found her ass so tight he had to pause momentarily. During the quiet Batgirl regained some mastery of her faculties but all she managed to do under the seedy circumstances was to entomb her side against chieftain O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his lastingness Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick fellow member further into her rigorous ass and though it resisted the trespass he persevered as column inch after column inch slowly disappeared inside her gage channel. Only after he had buried his fully length in Batgirl's booty deep did Commissioner Gordon occlusive and that was so that he could fully savor the esthesis. Taking a deep intimation he then slid nigh of his putz out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a muffled moan from his disguised daughter's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the Chief started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her compressed holes to the lip with hard cock. In to a lesser extent than two mo head O'Hara could feel himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl's incredibly tight pussycat on him was the feeling of the Commissioner's driving cock on the other side of her kitty membrane. His fount turned red and his chest heaved as heaven on earth beckoned.

"aura be ! It's like the nonesuch be marching in me cajole stones !"he cried out as his shillelagh exploded oceanic abyss inside Batgirl's wet cave, flooding her with his cream.

Aware that his friend was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until headman O'Hara had finished discharging and his ruddy face had regained its pattern color. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl's waist and holding her tightly he straightened his body up while pulling her with him. This caused the foreman's spent cock to luxate out of Batgirl's pussycat as her soundbox rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, half carried her limp body to the board 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 consistent pants.

"rightfulness you are master. It probably is better that one of us is in the business office 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 enjoy fucking Batgirl's ass for as long as I can manage."

Putting his words into activeness Commissioner Gordon began to slide his hard-on in and out of her at a leisurely pace. He went nice and boring, reveling as each inch went into her tight back door until his glob would fit her wet little pussy at which sentence he would reverse counseling until only the tip of his shaft remained inside her ruck hole. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her breast, helping hand and face resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her ignorant 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 begetter and daughter weren't supposed to engage in intimate relations and yet to her attaint part of her wanted it to continue. It felt so good and where was the hurt she reasoned. He didn't realize it was his own daughter for he'd never shown an intimation of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their interactions. To sustain him stop might actually arouse his suspicion that something wasn't right field about the situation and since he was only using her ass there was no chance of an incestuous baby resulting from the prohibit act.

So though she still had suspicion Barbara decided the best class of action was to let thing keep and enjoy herself to the fullest but to never let it happen again. Having made her decision she concluded that there was only one additional thing that would relieve oneself the actual act more enjoyable.

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

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

"By any uhhn prospect do you oohh have a yoke of handcuff with you ?"she gasped out as her father continued tapping her tantalizing buttocks.

On hearing the head his optic lit up with a sophisticate gleam that almost who knew the respected commissioner of police had never seen or would birth expected to. Reaching into the sac of his suit jacket crown his hand emerged with a duo of shiny bracelets.

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

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

"Though I would never do this with an existent suspect I think it makes more sense to cuff your hired hand in front of you Batgirl. I have the spirit they'll do you more full there, you may witness a use for them."

After saying this he secured her hands in front of her then pulled a chairperson 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 position so that her forefront and shoulders could just reach the tabular array with her set at the shank. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to fuck her again, this time with more forcefulness so that each time he bottomed out she let out a footling whine. This caused him to smile as he savored the tactual sensation of her soused ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

"sport with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a serious little slut. That's right, feel your lilliputian pussy while I use your hot ass."

His bridge player held her articulatio coxae as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his hard member forward again. By this clock time Batgirl had inserted three fingers from one mitt into her sopping twat while the exponent finger from her early hand was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her mind Batgirl kept thinking ‘ nooky me dad, fuck my ass'over and over again as she neared coming. 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 places at once. Part of him was in the here and now, enjoying the view, smell, sound and most importantly the notion of Batgirl's hone ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering alike experiences from his distant past when he was fucking another ass that was just as tight and shapely, one that looked almost identical to the one he was currently filling.

It was that memory of his ex ( and Barbara's mother ) that was spurring him ever closer to orgasm. It happened right after his daughter was born that the Doctor had advised the yoke to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the difficult birth. At the metre he had been in his sexual prime, always horny and insatiable and it had been difficult for him to abstain and to his proud mind masturbation was not a viable option.

So at first they had practiced unwritten sex but her acquisition weren't up to the task 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 unbelievable derriere. He had gone slow and easy the beginning time in order to not hurt her and though she didn't enjoy it, for his interest, she had allowed him to use her in that fashion.

He on the other hand had immediately taken to it like a Fish to piss. The only reasonableness he hadn't initially revealed how a good deal he enjoyed it was due to her tepid reaction. But each additional meter he sodomized her ass the joy increased and the more he wanted to until it became an fixation. It was after she recovered and was able-bodied to engage in normal intercourse again that things 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 movement to use her ass and a divide grew between them. After that it was only a affair of time until early issues reared their head and ultimately they separated. A couple of eld later they finalized their divorce with her moving away and him getting hands of their daughter.

Ever since then he had searched in vain for another unadulterated ass to satisfy him the Saami way his ex's had for that short clip and he'd never found it. The good women he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to live up to his unnatural desires forcing him to remove extreme point measures. So on rare occasion when he couldn't take it anymore the respected public servant had traveled to Atlantic City where he had engaged the services of professional bodyguard to satisfy his anal sex compulsion.

Such actions had always gone against the metric grain of his sterling character for he hated to break the law, even if not in his own urban center and a victimless offence, but he could only refuse the mightily urges for so long before something had to generate. And now for the first time since his divorcement he'd seemingly found the perfective tense substitute in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her public-service corporation belt he increased the speed of his rose hip, slamming his wide-cut, thick length into her with each thrust.

Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her finger deep into her pussy as he pounded her ass until she climaxed once again, crying out in her abandon. For Commissioner Gordon's character hearing her cum was the final pale yellow as he buried his cock as trench as it could go. minute later he erupted, irrigating her gut with a torrent of thick, white cum. His body trembled and his heart raced as he experienced the joy he'd been vainly searching for all those lost years.

Gasping for breathing place he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the Best way to convince her to earn this a regular occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum gear up to emerge so he squeezed right below his swollen cockhead to assist it on its way. As it fell his hand had continued pulling on her usefulness bash and the hold out drop of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's oculus narrowed for right succeeding to the T. H. White, liquid ivory was a distinctive birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl's utility rap before but now lay exposed.

EPILOGUE

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lecherousness climbed higher and higher toward the peak of carnal pleasure when one concluding lap pushed her to the top. She paused there an instant before soaring even higher as she floated on waves of orgasmic walking on air toward intimate promised land. Her hale body felt at one with the population as she let out a number of drawn out moans reflecting the sublime use she was feeling. Though her eye were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic curtain of colors and visible radiation and she felt her toes coil inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an eternity in paradise she drifted back down to dry land. Languidly she opened her oculus and focused them on Inga's psyche nestled between her parted second joint. The au twain was still licking her succulent, juicy beauty though now at a tiresome rate with an occasional Christ Within candy kiss to Batgirl's inner thigh.

"Do you like, my afters, Delicious heroine ?"she asked with a shy smile before resuming her unwritten ministrations.

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

"But why ? I want to lick you until my tongue is too tired to run. You deserve it and your cunt appreciation so secure to me."

"Because I said so,"Batgirl said as with an effort she managed to raise her pep pill trunk to an good spatial relation,"and also because I want to kiss you and I can't while you're licking my pussy."

"okey for that I stop,"Inga replied moving from her prone location to where she was on her handwriting and knees.

She crawled forward until Batgirl could take her head with both hands at which meter she kissed the Swedish knockout. Their lips moved against each other's and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their tongues next slew inside the other's backtalk where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and light with desire.

When the kiss ended Inga attempted to strike back down but Batgirl had former plans. Using a judo move she flipped the larger girl onto her back after which she maneuvered her second joint so they were astride Inga's head then lowered her own dead body so they were in a sixty-nine emplacement. Inga wasted no meter in raising her head off the bed to take up feasting on Batgirl's sopping snatch and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how midget and pink it appeared as her clapper sampled Inga for the for the first time time. Finding the taste to her liking Batgirl's tongue burrowed deep inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could get hold of. She swirled it around for a metre causing Inga to lift her pelvis off the bed in an attempt to allow Batgirl's tongue to click even rich. After a piffling while Batgirl slid her tongue out but only so she could solve Inga's erect little clit instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a muffled moan for it felt as if go electrical energy was coursing from there across her whole anxious system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger inside Inga's blind drunk pussy and started to frig her which triggered a serial of sexual climax with each more vivid than the last until the Swedish au pair was left trembling and gasping from an overindulgence of pleasure. During this Batgirl had not let up but go on licking and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blonde had been forced to cry out for relief.

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

While not believing that anything she was doing could prove disastrous Batgirl sympathized with the daughter after what she had herself suffered at the workforce of the Joker so she ceased her thrashing. Due to the pussy brawniness spasms Inga was having Batgirl was ineffective to remove her finger's breadth though she stopped moving it as well. After a yoke of proceedings Inga had recovered enough that she was able to twist out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a short while, I think. Then we can have Sir Thomas More fun. It was just too much you doing those things to me. Ever since you save me I wanted to thank 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 party favour and it was too a great deal for my poor nerves. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her red-hot body on the mattress with a contented smile on her aspect. The smiling got bigger when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her dissemble head on Inga's ample boob and placing her gloved hired hand on top of her wispy, golden ringlets. The two remained like that for a short time and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her fingers crept down a few column inch and began to encircle Inga's still erect clit while her mouth took the turnip cabbage's teat inside and sucked on it.

"No !"Inga shrieked as she tried to deplume 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-hand Inga but you better do it now because I can't aid myself. You are too sexy for me to keep back my hands and lips off for long."

"Thank you for saying so, I feel Saame for you. Never have I felt so, what discussion you American English use, so horny for any other female child, not even my friend Helga back home who teach me about girl passion. You lie on rear and I show you unspoilt time."

No sooner had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into position. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's thigh until they were spread wide-eyed after which she spun her own consistence around so their brain were pointed in opponent directions. With a wicked smile she rolled onto her side and entwined her peg with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvic girdle were brushing against each early's.

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

The 2nd Batgirl nodded Inga began to grate her wet cunt against Batgirl's, sending waves of delight throughout both their soundbox. It didn't take Batgirl long to fascinate on, for almost immediately she followed suit as the two bumped pussies until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the first to cum though Batgirl was close behind and Inga was still in the throe of climax when Batgirl joined her.

This didn't slow them any but only whetted their appetites for to a greater extent coming so they continued their scissoring bowel movement, their placid wooden leg and wet pussies writhing against the other. Finally after multiple orgasms Inga shifted her position so she was no long lying down but upright though her legs were still entwined with Batgirl's. She continued bumping muffs while also grinding on Batgirl's leg until with a loud cry her trunk fell forward onto Batgirl.

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

A curt clip later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the criminal offence champion was pulling on her pants that the swedish turnip acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the posing masked vigilance man while looking up at her with a pleading expression.

"Please hold off Batgirl, one Thomas More favor I beg of you though after all you've done for me already I have no rightfield to ask…"

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

"One hold up kiss to think of me by, please."

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

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

Batgirl had to exert all her self-control to not express joy as she said this but the tone of quick, undisguised joy on Inga's brass 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 buss good night, okay ?"

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her arms around Batgirl's legs just in shell she changed her psyche and tried to bequeath. She then kissed her right on her wet, gusty kitty mouth. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a Gallic kiss of a kind, with Inga's nimble tongue sliding between her slit back talk. At the Lapplander time the au dyad's nose connected with Batgirl's clit stimulating her further.

"Oh yes ! Oh Inga, that feels so near. Don't stop ! Oh, oh,"Batgirl cried out as her hands grabbed Inga's blond whisker as paradise beckoned yet again.

pentad second later the two stood by the window in an embracing, neither of them wanting to be the one to end it. Finally Batgirl kissed Inga on her balmy mouth tenderly while staring into her eyes before releasing her.

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

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

Without saying another password 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 waving before disappearing into the alley. Coming to her own window a minute later she slid it spread without a sound before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the window she was about to remove her mask when she noticed there was light streaming into her glum bedroom from around the edges of the door though she knew no lighter had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the door she listened and after a moment she heard what sounded like quietly breathing. Not knowing what to expect she inched the threshold open and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the sustenance room she could see the seated build of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the threshold of the keep room a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her boot and the figure started.

She stood motionless for a here and now as the man stood then turned in her direction. His eyes widened and he dropped a transcript of the police report to the trading floor below before taking a footfall forward.

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END