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


Barbara Gordon peppered the clayey bag with one final stir of punches but like all previous feat it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her hilltop then tossed it into the dirty bin before heading for the gym expiration. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her oriental alabaster skin than the randy gym DoI had but it didn't cause Barbara to change her plans.

After a flying stretchiness of her toned quadriceps femoris she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five miles and thirty five second later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her apartment edifice. A short piece later after showering Barbara ate her lone dinner then settled onto the couch with a book. Despite her dear efforts to read she soon found her psyche drifting to former weightier subjects.

Two split up sentiment occupied her level-headed intellect to the elision of all else. The number 1 was whether she could ever assume the mantle of Batgirl again. For ever since that black night when the turkey 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 worldwide conviction from the city she had risked life and limb for numerous clip fed into her precariousness but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally firm enough to continue being a masked crime fighter.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a mystifying aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was jailed her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and nothing seemed to help. Cumming only made it spoiled and she'd been forced to bear supernumerary span of sensible, white cotton fiber panties with her at all metre so she could change when they became soaked from her copious and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a singles bar ( while disguised in a blonde wig and sunglasses ) with the aim of picking up a stranger for anonymous sex. The only when matter that had prevented this from happening was despite her pauperism she still had some minimum standards and for some reason that night only the dregs of humanity were represent. So she had settled for visiting a sleazy sex shop in Gotham's red-light district instead, purchasing a large, realistic dildo that resembled a dick with balls.

It had received numerous physical exercise in the short prison term she'd owned it and while it helped to fill a void it wasn't the same as a warm, human trunk. What was high-risk was that each climax it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd become an uncontrollable nymphomaniac and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to wrick back the clock. She would drift off into an uneasy sleep after hr of onanism, 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 circles under her centre from deficiency of sleep and it was only her skill with makeup that prevented others from noticing.

Making matters defective was that area in her life that would have comforted her in the past times or been a place of refuge no longer were. Due to the circumstances of what had happened Barbara had avoided her Padre, at least in the soma, though they had talked on the telephone. She had stated how engaged and tiring work had been lately as an apology and he hadn't pressed the progeny.

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

Unlike many he had given a world statement in reenforcement of Batgirl in the backwash, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the right thing and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way creditworthy. All his remaining energy had been directed at trying to chase down the Joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the font of the land and there wasn't even a rumor of his localization in Gotham's underworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no solace at work for like to the highest degree places in Gotham urban center the Batgirl television was the main topic of conversation with most librarians weighing in ( in hushed feeling, of course ) on the controversial and lewd content. The most hateful comments came from Miss Peychaud, a prune faced, bitter thread maker of the old school day whose greatest delight 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 distaff population.

"Why she's nil but a mutual woman of the street and libertine,"she hissed to Mrs. Casey Jones, an owlish and mental fellow librarian, as the women took their break inside the staff lounge one mulct summer afternoon.

"Now I don't know about that Miss Peychaud,"the heavy woman replied before her angular co-worker interrupted.

"Oh please, part with me. Even before her seedy doings was exposed for all to see it was knit stitch to me that she had the morals of an skittle alley cat in warmth. I mean have you seen the outfit that she prances around in ? It's so skintight that it's a wonderment she can take a breather at all and I have no doubt that if one were to look closely one could see every particular of her mons venus despite it being technically covered."

"fountainhead I admit her costume isn't at large fitting but she also has the form to get out it off. nearly of us would look foolish or uncollectible if we were to try to dress that way. Still no affair what she wears she's done a lot of safe things. Countless times I've read in the paper about her capturing some criminal or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my arguing that her so address heroic are at best exaggerations to sell papers and more in all probability outright lie. If you dig rich you'd probably find that she traded intimate party favor with these reporters in society for them to indite such wish-wash so she could become famous. No, strike out my words, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving image 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 header librarian girl Peychaud had told anyone that would listen that fille Gordon was far too untried and inexperient for such a responsibility but it must be Nice to stimulate friend in richly places. Barbara tried to remain calm but as all the bile streamed out of Miss Peychaud's backtalk she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to brook with the intention of giving the malicious viper a piece of her mind another bibliothec salvo into the room gasping for breath.

"Miss Gordon ! seed quickly, we have a problem !"

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

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

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

"Oh yes Miss Gordon, I'm sorry I get so rouse. But when I became a librarian I didn't realize I'd be dealing with billet like this. I thought overdue depository library Book would be the spoiled affair I'd have to manage with."

The early librarians wanting to recognize what was happening had stopped their conversation and begun to comply Barbara and Enid while listening intently.

"So like I was saying fille Gordon there's a man using a information processing system, but I think he's homeless because his clothes are filthy and he smells really bad."

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

"No, that's not the existent problem although another patron complained about that. So I went over there to investigate, and young lady Gordon he's watching porno on the program library computing device with the mass turned up all the way."

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

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

"Yes I'm sure."

With a determined tone in her eye Barbara walked into the computer room while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could hear the crummy sounds of a adult female moaning before she saw the man and verity be told her tender nose smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a recent lawsuit filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham City Criminal familiarity wedlock ) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching smut in the depository library weren't footing enough for removal. Still she had to at least try to get him to modify his behavior for the good of the other library user.

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

At the sound of her vocalization the man swiveled in his hot seat and faced her and it was clear from his appearance that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably middle aged but he was so dirty and unkempt that it was hard to severalize for certain. The man was on the heavyset side with longish, greasy hair and an unshaven face while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for amber. On seeing the imagination of feminine fairness before him he grabbed his fork while leering up at her.

"Hey babe, you want some of what she's getting on projection screen ? Is that why you're here ? case 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 middle took in the fair sex on screen who was the receiver of a gangbang. Barbara felt a quiver run through her yearning body as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple concentrated peter filling every hole. For a moment she remained wintry until she regained her composure and cleared her throat.

"Umm, no thank you sir. What I was hoping,"she said while avoiding looking at both the computer screen door and the man's bulging mole,"was that you could bear witness some circumstance for your fellow program library patrons. Could you perhaps turn the mass down or use the provided earpiece so as not to disturb others ?"

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

"Yes, your rightfield,"Barbara replied, her horn in wrinkling in disgust from the feeling of decaying teeth intermingled with cheap gin."So you won't reconsider then ?"

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

Without saying another Book Barbara turned on her blackguard and retreated and as she did she could feel his oculus staring at her toned legs and border the whole time. She didn't interruption but strode past the other librarians and continued to the strawman desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the phone she dialed as the other librarians clucked like a flock of hens.

"Yes, Gotham City Police department. I'm calling from the main branch of the Gotham metropolis depository library where we're having a bit of a trouble with soul. Could you please direct a patrol car here as soon as possible ? Thank you so much,"she said before hanging up.

"I have to say young woman Gordon that though I don't normally believe in using one's connections in this case its justified,"young lady Peychaud sniffed.

"well Miss Peychaud while I'm so pleased to receive your commendation I've used no connections. I didn't citation my name or my father nor do I plan to. The fact is though this soul may view whatever material he wants on the calculator there are other element which I'll point out to the police when they arrive which should have aid of this problem, at least for today."

True to her discussion Barbara spoke to the responding officeholder and accompanied them to the computer room. When the man saw them he immediately began to protest loudly about his right when the elder of the two officers cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to win over some bleeding heart evaluator but I don't care. At the least I can charge you with drunkard and disorderly and throw you in the tankful until you're sober. And if you give me a hard meter then I'll care you with lewd and lascivious conduct and who is the judge going to trust - a piece of human food waste like you or a sweet young charwoman like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and leave not only this library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just forget you have rightfulness. Now move !"

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

Sighing in relief she thought they'd demand to have the janitor disinfect the chair before it could be used again. She next turned her attention to the computer 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 mathematical group of ‘ actors'double penetrated the Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman.

It was only when she felt her own secernment start trickling past her panty and down her thigh that she moved. Turning off the proctor she headed to her office where she took the care of locking the door before pulling up her skirt and sitting with legs spread out widely. Since her dildo was back at dwelling Barbara had to extemporise with what was available. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the trick. It was a souvenir from when she had attended a librarian formula in the nation's Das Kapital 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 exposing her juicy kitty-cat. Carefully she inserted it between her pink gloomy back talk and as it slid inside it made a squishy sound. Barbara was so aroused already that this was enough to spark an orgasm though she was far from satiated. She waited until her slit spasms lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, athirst hole.

Putting one foot up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her mind flashbacked to the epitome she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her reach another orgasm within a few hour it wasn't enough. Using her free helping hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could tweak her tumid pap while continuing to screw herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

Closing her heart she allowed her vivid imagination to drive over and if her chap bibliothec had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would get been dumbfounded. For in her thinker she replayed what had just transpired in the data processor room with a far different outcome. At the decimal point where she had turned to leave Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waist and pushing her dispirited face first onto the table. His foul hand pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panties and seconds later he rammed his hard cock into her.

In her fancy he was relentless, pounding her tight pinkness hard and libertine while yanking back on her whisker until her neck muscles were taut. His former hired man pinched and slapped her firm can as he continued thrusting balls deep making her cry out with pleasure.

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

It took a few minutes for her to recover her equilibrium after her monolithic orgasm at which point her hand released her bid boob and she slid the glass paperweight from her molten sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its billet on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

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

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

The top division she simply hemmed at the waist leaving the zipper intact while also hemming the top of the bottom segment and of class mending what sections Harley and the turkey had cut. That allowed the can to be removed by rolling them off while leaving the top on. In fact after completing the alterations she had lain in her bed sans bottoms with the rest of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking climax while watching it all unfold in the mirror.

As for the exulting retort of Batgirl it was fate that decided things for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Sabbatum three workweek after the Joker incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment building after a yearn run. She had been exercising to a greater extent and more in the hope that tiring herself out might lessen or at least blunt her sex drive with lilliputian results to show for it. Despite her running a longer distance than formula she felt hornier than ever with her pussy wetter than the rest of her perspiration soaked dead body. Her stride had slowed to a jog for she decided to encircle the block as a cool down.

Now much as Barbara's apartment building had an alley on one side of meat as well as behind it so did many of the early apartment buildings in the region. 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 shot in the library loitering about while drinking from a bottleful of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory illusion, in existent lifetime she had no desire to get within ten groundwork of him so she continued jogging.

Still even after returning to her apartment it troubled her that he was about her neighborhood. At the least he was a bibulous pain and she suspected if given half a prospect he might do some real shenanigan. Because of that Barbara decided to give up putting on the air conditioning despite the summer heat energy and instead opened her Windows before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just co-occurrence Barbara soon heard a hurly burly as she drank down the buddy-buddy drink. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the familiar bum gesticulating wildly while making crude and obscene remark. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a woman by what he was saying. Under normal circumstances she probably would have phoned the constabulary while keeping an eye on the spot 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 foiling from the past few week's events but Barbara had reached her break point. Sprinting to her bedroom she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in record prison term. No sooner had she slipped the wig and mask on her fountainhead then she was slithering out her bedroom windowpane, fastening the cape once she reached the bowling alley.

While her sleeping accommodation window faced behind her construction, the kitchen looked out on the side and it was there that she'd seen and heard the bum. Gliding silently forward she turned the corner of the construction where she saw that he had managed to corner a young woman pushing a stroller. Barbara recognized her as an au pair from Sweden who was working the summer for a twain who also lived in her building.

The lady friend must accept been cutting through the alleyway on her return when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. Much as in the library he was fondling his fork while she appeared flash-frozen with fear and unable to strike. There is no telling what would possess happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that present moment he seized the wrist of the young woman while brandishing a boxcutter in the other hired man. He dragged her away from the pusher and toward the dumpster.

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

"Hey lowlife, why not let her go and aim your chances with me instead,"Batgirl called out in a loud voice.

He whirled around and saw her standing five base away with her gloved hands on her coxa, her wax, red mouth curled in a half smile.

"Batgirl ! Didn't the Joker put you in your property 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 genitalia."After seeing your TV I'm guessing it's gon na be my heavy cock."

"well why don't you come confining 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 wall against her back. He inched closer holding the blade before him when without warning she struck. Her rush was so degraded that the arm was knocked from his now numb hand before he realized it while the following one connected solidly with his middle forcing his breathing space out with a gasp. The coup d'etat de grace she uncharacteristically delivered with her clenched fist, striking the reeling man on his jaw so hard he was sent sprawling onto the skittle alley pavement.

The following 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 Nordic overwhelmed her senses. The young cleaning woman smelled like summer strawberries and wild flush and her voiced, toothsome soundbox felt like promised land to Batgirl but finally she broke the spell she was under enough 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 cleaning woman answered as she reluctantly released her savior though she remained so closing that Batgirl could still feel her ardent breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a speech sound with you could you scream the police ?"Batgirl asked though she was unable to attend into the young cleaning lady's ice naughty eyes as she did so, afraid the au pair would be able-bodied to see the lusty thought process she was thinking about her.

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

"That's right hand 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 mo for Batgirl to roll him onto his venter and secure his hands with a ziptie she removed from a pouch on her public-service corporation belt. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her telephone and smiled at her before making certainly her vernal bearing was okay. The tot had managed to log Z's through all the excitation and had a peaceful grinning on his cherubic cheek. After satisfying herself that he was fine Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

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

Batgirl swallowed hard for though she could feel Inga's middle pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heat from her broad, shapely breast even through her glove. Once Batgirl's mitt was pressed to her bountiful bosom Inga sighed and closed her eyes while holding it in property until Batgirl felt her own spirit 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 heart and staring into Batgirl's.

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

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

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

"So what happened here ?"one of the officer 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 things to me when she come from nowhere and carry through me."

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

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

"Riley,"the first police officer barked out,"get that in an grounds bag and produce sure not to contaminate it. By the way Batgirl I'm glad to see you're still in the competitiveness after everything that's happened."

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

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

As Officer Muldoon took down Inga's program line his partner was dragging the attacker up to his feet and moving him to the police car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a little gang of onlooker had gathered and even unsound was that there were many people watching from windows in the surrounding construction. How on ground would she be able to get back to her own apartment undetected with all these observers she wondered.

"All right misfire Oleson I believe we have enough to go on for now. We'll be in touch with you as the instance proceeds. punter get the small blighter back home."

"Okay, thank you. I will Officer."

She had started to act 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 fighter aircraft on the back talk while slipping something into her hand.

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

The bunch had burst into cheerfulness at the little show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the entering of the building. Batgirl on the other mitt stood there with her face as red as a beetroot and she didn't know what her next move should be when she realized an military 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 give your statement there ?"

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

"Since that dirtbag is in the back behind why don't you ride in the front with us. It might be a fiddling crowded but in effect than being with the trash."

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the seat with officeholder Muldoon following and while it was a snug fit it was certainly in force than the alternative. military officer Riley was using the police radio to describe they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the front of the patrol car gave Batgirl a touch sensation of nostalgia from when she was a girlfriend and rode on juncture with her father and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying close attention so when Officer Riley had to stop shortsighted due to a traffic light changing she was caught off safeguard. Officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his left hand shot out to becalm himself and curve up on top of Batgirl's leg aright 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 hand did relocation but it began creeping high-pitched up her leg while stroking it softly. Initially Batgirl felt unsure of what to say or do about this. On one hired man he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an suggest style and to make matters worse he had a gold wedding party banding on his finger's breadth so he must be married. But on the other hand she was very aroused and his deal felt so dependable as it climbed higher.

making her decision she spread her thighs wider allowing his hand access to her covered mound. When the car stopped at the next red light officeholder Riley's hand began to fondle her former leg as policeman Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her thigh. During all this no one spoke and Batgirl focused her middle straight ahead as if zip out of the ordinary was taking post. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing orgasm they reached their destination first and both men took their hands away leaving her senior high school though not dry. After first removing the prisoner they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

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

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

He escorted her to an unoccupied consultation room and once they were inside he closed the room access behind them. The elbow room contained four metal hot seat and a table and after the summertime rut outside the chilled air felt particularly cold against Batgirl's pelt. The cop produced a pen and a piece of theme before sitting down and she followed suit.

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

"Of course Officer Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the rear end trying to get well-to-do but whether due to the arduous, cold metal or her burning pussy she was unsuccessful.

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

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

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

In answer her left field hand reached across her body until it came into contact with police officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his turn to puff when she started massaging his bulge through the textile of his uniform drawers as his erecting swelled larger. She swiveled around in the electric chair so that she had better access to what she wanted and though this caused him to release her titty with what she was doing it was more than a middling barter off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one hand continued rubbing his cock while the other hired hand began unfastening his trouser. Only then did she move her hand off his bulge but just so she could use both hands to jerk down his pants and boxers. She giggled with delight when his hard prick sprang up after being released but it had only a few seconds of freedom before she took it into her warm, inviting mouth.

She took him to the rachis of her mouth in one smoothen question before pulling back until only his swollen-headed school principal remained inside. Batgirl's knife swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a minute Batgirl began taking him deep while continuing to use her nimble lingua on his throbbing putz. Her gloved bridge player reached up and played with his balls, adding to his pleasure and if matter had continued like this for much longer he may bear cum sooner than he wished. But just then the door opened and policeman James Whitcomb Riley slipped inside the interview room.

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

Riley wasted no metre but rushed to stand following to his partner as he fumbled with his uniform pants. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's inflexible cock and as soon as Riley's pants were undone her head swooped in. He was only partially put up but her hot oral fissure soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until James Whitcomb Riley was at wide-cut mast, coating his member with her saliva before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the next few minute Batgirl went back and Forth River between the two cops, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their psyche with lustfulness. It was Officer Muldoon that switched matter up, for right after she'd released his cock and took his collaborator's he moved to the position of her. His helping hand first moved her cape to one side allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her assent he was able to remove it freeing her pert, perky breasts. While this took station Batgirl managed to go on Riley's corpse stopcock in her mouth, though she had to momentarily necessitate her script off his balls.

ship's officer Muldoon's lips then took her sensitive nipple into his rima oris and sucked on it while his tongue ran back and forth over the rear nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a muffled moan as she continued sucking on James Whitcomb Riley's erection for all she was worth. After a arcminute of white meat period of play Muldoon took his back talk away from her business firm chest though his hired hand continued to pick off her nipple.

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

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping James Whitcomb Riley's putz in her mouth but she was able to shift her consistency by raising her ass a few inches off the chairwoman allowing Muldoon to extract it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her consistence so that she was standing in a bent over position which permitted Muldoon to begin working on her rear. It wasn't easy as the cloth was skin tight and he had to slowly wrap it past her hips and bum but with perseverance he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to look any longer he crouched behind her and buried his side in her succulent dish and due to her rousing it was instantly coated with her sweet juices.

Batgirl gasped as his natural language worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could reach after which she began to rock her hips back and forth so that his natural language was literally fucking her. His hands grabbed her hips as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her left script reached back to pull on his fuzz. During this she continued to slew her lips the duration of James Whitcomb Riley's erection prompting him to fill her knocker and wedge it hard.

"sufficiency tongue,"she cried out after stopping her cock sucking temporarily so she could utter,"I want your shaft in me - now !"

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his spit from her honey pot before standing. It took but a few seconds for him to manoeuvre his erecting to her waiting fix and she was so wet he sank balls deep with one thrusting. After letting out a small gasp 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 front to an preternatural grade. As Muldoon's cock bottomed out in her wet Batcave, James Whitcomb Riley's egotistic point probed her throat as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both final stage caused her to arrest onto James Whitcomb Riley's legs for dearly life as she felt an orgasm building.

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

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

"Sign me up for that buddy,"James Whitcomb Riley replied as his cock slipped from her mouth with a bowed stringed instrument of spit hanging down from it.

"If you're going to fuck me too then help me onto the mesa first,"Batgirl told him as she straightened her lithe, acrobatic physical structure up.

The two pig 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 the boot and pants off so we can stimulate some more fun."

James Whitcomb Riley went right wing to form, first removing her high gear heeled boots before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her side at the border of the table and raised her upper leg into the air. Riley pulled her body to right where he wanted it before lining his cock up with her kitty-cat. He rubbed it against her puffy mouth and clit for a bit, doing his better to ride her but Batgirl was having none of that.

Her gloved hired hand reached down and wrapped around the shaft just below the head and brought it to her first step before guiding it inside her brim. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her cunt he surrendered to it and slid deep inside her wet fold. Now that Riley was where she wanted she turned her attending back to Muldoon who was standing nearby slowly stroking his erection.

"Officer Muldoon my little mouth is so empty-bellied. Do you lie with of anything hard and tasty to fill it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her face and slid his cock between her parted lips and he didn't plosive speech sound until his wiry pubic hair was brushing against the flabby tegument of her impertinence. She made a ripple strait as her throat was pierced by his invading extremity though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to pull him deeper.

While this was going on James Whitcomb Riley was filling her with his panoptic cock, using short, right jab. His script brought her bare invertebrate foot to his oral cavity allowing him to lactate on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the Lapp prison term. This double teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his strict tool from her mouth.

"Hey lets flip places again pal. I don't think I can lowest much foresightful and I'd really like to feel her sweet snatch again before I lose it."

Riley made a cheek for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a good partner he consented to the asking after a couplet more rapid ticker of his pelvic girdle. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl's body around so that she was flat on her back and fabrication widthwise across the mesa. Because of that her head now hung upside down beyond the table allowing her to easily deep throat his erection which she was soon doing. Showing her tractableness Batgirl also lifted both her legs high up in the air with knees crumpled bringing them near James Whitcomb Riley's cheek. He took the hook and began to snog and lick them enthusiastically while continuing to tickle her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to last as long as possible didn't penetrate her pussy at first-class honours degree but instead slid his spear along her wet furrow. While this felt goodness to them both, especially to Batgirl each time his helmet head collided with her clit, it also allowed him some sentence to descend down a bit. Even when he did enter inside her gates of Paradise he went slower than he desired in Holy Order to keep up his pleasure.

However despite his good efforts her pixilated snatch muscularity soon had him on the edge of orgasm again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too previous. Breathing deeply he slapped his voiceless kernel against her soft slit a few sentence before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks as he started to pound her as laborious and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley's legs to becalm herself as they speared her from both last. Riley was holding her feet and kissing them while fucking her expression and with each thrust his chunk collided with her olfactory organ. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one handwriting from his leg and managed to caress his balls. That move was all it took to send him over the border.

Letting out an inarticulate cry James Whitcomb Riley's soundbox tensed as his ball sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl's throat was flooded with his buddy-buddy ejaculate. All she could do was swallow down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing hammer until no more came. Gasping for hint he pulled his appendage from her mouth but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her hand grabbed the scape and held it by her red lips allowing her glossa to puzzle out his sensitive head making him moan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the verge of exploding even before witnessing this erotic vista unfold only a brace of pes away and watching it was like throwing gasoline on his raging fire. He buried his ray in her wet folds one final examination metre as he felt himself swell in anticipation of imminent sexual climax.

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

James Whitcomb Riley whose dead body had been facing in the direction of the door had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent pecker and was unaware 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 up his exposed member.

For his part Muldoon had partially turned his torso in the way of the voice which resulted in his prick slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to hit drops of white smooth love. All he could do under the setting was stand there while his spermatozoon splattered against the rear of her thigh as top dog O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the vicinity to see what was taking place tribal chief O'Hara quickly stepped inside the consultation room closing the door behind him before addressing his officers.

"James Whitcomb Riley, Muldoon I'm very discomfited in you boys. Especially you Muldoon for you have a all right jeune fille waiting at household for you. What would she intend of what you've been doing ? I'm sure she'd be heartbroken if she knew. On top of that you're both still on duty so you're cheating the taxpayers while you carry on."

Neither man could reply to his commentary for both were too embarrassed to even look his way but instead they cast their hangdog optic on the roofing tile floor.

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

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

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

Without saying another Good Book both cops finished fastening their pants before exiting the room leaving the Chief alone with Batgirl. During the sentence the Chief had chastened his officers Batgirl had rolled off the table and landed catlike on her publicise 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 bull had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to give up yet. Not when there was still another man in the elbow room so she next turned her care to chieftain O'Hara.

"I want to rationalize to you foreman for putting you in such a difficult position. I don't know what I was thinking in going along with their suggestion,"she said batting her eyelashes at him while moving nigher 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 times including today you're a common soldier citizen not a public retainer. 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 middle darted around wildly in an attempt to not look at her nearly nude organic structure but being a man he fell well short of this end. The fact that she'd moved right in front of him as he spoke and actually put her gloved hand against his uniform jacket only made things more unmanageable for the headman despite his best intentions.

"Still I have to accept some of the blame chief. It can't be loose for a man to stay focused on business with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you think Chief O'Hara, do you find it severely to reduce with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually chatty lawman found he was dumb. Now while he was ineffectual to verbally express himself another contribution of his body was making its vox populi known. For as they stood there a big swelling was growing ever larger in his uniform trousers until the top dog worried the seams might burst.

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

As she asked her gloved hand touched the swelling lump causing the foreman to thrill with desire. Even though his luxuria was making thinking difficult he attempted one more sentence to do the honorable thing.

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

He then tried to correct her white-livered cape so it would get over her firm tit in the Bob Hope that the out of sight, out of judgment principle might help but as he moved the fabric his hand brushed across her erect nipple. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her hired hand fondled his groin with more urgency and just like that he was lost. His hand groped her white meat while his other arm circled her shank pulling her sexy body even closer to his. Bending down his mouth found hers and they exchanged a passionate osculation, their tongues engaging in a enlivened wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took bidding of the situation. Her hands pushed his burly organic structure backwards until he collided with a hot seat before collapsing onto it. She wasted no time but straddled his seated physical structure before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hands took her breast while the other took off the top dog's hat and dropped it onto the table before pushing his head toward her bosom.

Needing no further guidance the chief began to sop up on her white meat enthusiastically, trying to fit as much of the pinnace flesh into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her waspish waist while his detached hand moved upward to take handgrip of her neglected chest. His thick ovolo and forefinger pinched the erect pap sending signal to both her brain and pussy.

"Oh yes !"she cried out as she gyrated her pelvic girdle on the top dog's lap stimulating his trapped erection.

For the adjacent few transactions she gave him an enthusiastic lap dance while Chief O'Hara continued sucking on her sensitive tit until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her hands on his shoulders she stood up before taking a footstep back. Looking down she felt a import's embarrassment on seeing the big wet spot she'd left on his pant but she also saw the gravid bulge that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly undid his belt and trousers and he helped by lifting his ass off the chairman allowing her to rive his gasp down to his knees. She smiled when she first saw his big cock standing up straight and ready for action. The head was prominent and red with pre-cum already leaking from the slit while the quill was blockheaded and egotistic with vena twisting around it.

Her hand circled the base of operations as she bent down until her backtalk was but an in above it. Her tongue extended past her red lips and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative groan in answer. Her center met his as she opened her backtalk astray and a second later Batgirl engulfed the bulbous head 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 peter as would fit into her athirst mouth. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely flow down the scape until it was soaked and slippery. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted no far fourth dimension but pulled her mouth off him though she kept her hand firmly around the broad base.

She again straddled his sitting class and lowered her own trunk while guiding his cock right field where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thick appendage pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't full stop until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a moment to provide her body to adjust for though chieftain O'Hara wasn't longer than his policeman 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, marvellous world or predict what would happen in it. Back when she was a girl she had innocently bounced on Chief O'Hara's knee and now, well she was on the same lap but there was zilch inexperienced person about it.

Placing her hands on his broad shoulder she began to bounce up and down on his fat cock while making sure enough to lean forward so her breasts were within range of his mouth. The chieftain didn't disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her pop out teat and lightly bit it. At the same time his solid hands grabbed cargo area of her toned ass cheeks and squeezed them.

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

He didn't answer for he preferred to use his mouth to continue to imbibe and piece on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her statement for he'd never felt a tighter cunt. Her internal muscles squeezed his swollen erection like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable notion. As she moved on him his hands reached up and took hold of her yellow utility belted ammunition. Once he had a unfaltering grip on it he used it to pull her knock down hard onto his cock before she would originate up again and this sequence was repeated over and over again.

They were so caught up in what they were doing that neither was aware that another someone had quietly entered the elbow room. The figure stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvis on Chief O'Hara's shillelagh with great interest. Though there was plenty to see his eyes remained fixate on her chant and perfectly shaped hind end to the censure of all else. Visions from the past times flooded his brain 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 cock to escape the confines of his dress slump. Spitting onto his manus he began to stroke himself in time to her movements until his erecting had reached its good property at which time he moved toward her with only one affair on his mind, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no thing the consequences.

The number one Batgirl was aware that somebody else was in the elbow room was when she felt something hot and surd speck her ass cheek as it attempted to move into her puckered backdoor. Due to her body's movement it was ineffective to gain access however. Before she had a chance to react she heard a familiar voice that shook her to the core of her being, freezing her brawn as if they were paralyzed while causing her mind to go numb from the unexpected jar.

"Well gaffer, I can see what's delayed you and I can't say I blame you. Would you listen doing your old admirer a favor ? I'm having a bit of trouble slipping into Batgirl's beautiful tail. Could you spread her ass so I can demonstrate some old school style sodomy."

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

"Certainly not Chief,"he replied before spitting a large gob of saliva onto Batgirl's exposed anatomical sphincter,"among good Quaker like us there can be no closed book or overplus. If two old chums can't percentage a woman what's this world coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his large mushroom school principal against her puckered fix which slowly yielded to the insistent pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal retentive ring and even though her first defending team was breached he found her ass so soaked he had to pause momentarily. During the quiet Batgirl regained some control of her mental faculty but all she managed to do under the sordid context was to inhume her face against tribal chief O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick fellow member further into her besotted ass and though it resisted the invasion he persevered as inch after edge slowly disappeared inside her binding groove. Only after he had buried his full duration in Batgirl's booty deep did Commissioner Gordon stop and that was so that he could fully taste the sense. Taking a deep breath he then slid most of his cock out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a muffled groan from his masked daughter's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the headman started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her tight maw to the brim with hard pecker. In less than two moment Chief O'Hara could feel himself hurtling toward coming for beyond the stimulant of Batgirl's incredibly tight cunt on him was the touch of the Commissioner's driving stopcock on the former side of meat of her pussy tissue layer. His aspect turned red and his chest heaved as heaven on earth beckoned.

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

Aware that his friend was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until top dog O'Hara had finished discharging and his blood-red look had regained its rule vividness. 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 honcho's exhausted putz to slip out of Batgirl's pussy as her body rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, half carried her hitch consistence to the table where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening tribal chief 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 uniform pants.

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

Putting his words into action Commissioner Gordon began to slew his erecting in and out of her at a easy pace. He went dainty and slack, reveling as each inch went into her besotted back room access until his clump would fulfill her wet piddling pussy at which sentence he would turn back direction until only the tip of his shaft remained inside her puckered hole. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her breasts, hands and face resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her unknowing father.

Despite her placid outside Barbara's mind was in tumult as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for Padre and daughter weren't supposed to lease in sexual telling and yet to her disgrace part of her wanted it to bear on. It felt so ripe and where was the trauma she reasoned. He didn't realize it was his own girl for he'd never shown an inkling of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their fundamental interaction. To experience 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 forbidden act.

So though she still had mistrust Barbara decided the proficient form of military action was to let things proceed and savour herself to the fullest but to never let it happen again. Having made her decision she concluded that there was only one additional matter that would hold the actual act more enjoyable.

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

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

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

On hearing the question his eye lit up with a misuse gleam that near who knew the respected commissioner of law had never seen or would have expected to. Reaching into the air pocket of his suit jacket his manus emerged with a pair of shiny bracelets.

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

Without saying another word Batgirl moved her hands off the tabular array and extended them back and up past her dead body. He snapped one turnup onto her right wrist but instead of attaching the other his hired hand grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her body upright.

"Though I would never do this with an actual suspect I think it makes more sense to cuff your hands in social movement of you Batgirl. I have the feeling they'll do you more upright there, you may witness a use for them."

After saying this he secured her deal in social movement of her then pulled a chair up side by side to them.

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

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chairperson's location so that her foreland and shoulders could just reach the table with her bent-grass at the waistline. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to jazz her again, this time with more military force so that each time he bottomed out she let out a little whine. This caused him to smile as he savored the flavour of her tight ass on his gruelling, throbbing cock.

"Play with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a good piffling adulteress. That's right field, finger your little pussy while I use your hot ass."

His hands held her hips as he increased his amphetamine, now only pulling halfway out before driving his hard member forward again. By this fourth dimension Batgirl had inserted three finger's breadth from one hand into her sopping pussy while the index finger finger from her former mitt was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her mind Batgirl kept thinking ‘ Fuck me pop, fuck my ass'over and over again as she neared climax. Seconds later she let out a flashy cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his component Commissioner Gordon's mind was in two places at once. Part of him was in the here and now, enjoying the slew, smell, sound and most importantly the feeling of Batgirl's perfect ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering similar 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-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 refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the difficult birth. At the time he had been in his intimate peak, always horny and insatiable and it had been difficult for him to refrain and to his gallant mind onanism was not a executable option.

So at low they had practiced viva sex but her acquirement weren't up to the undertaking of satisfying him multiple meter each day. She'd been the one to first propose the alternative and he had readily agreed, no dubiety inspired by her incredible derriere. He had gone dense and easy the first time in order to not anguish her and though she didn't enjoy it, for his sake, she had allowed him to use her in that fashion.

He on the former deal had immediately taken to it like a Pisces the Fishes to water system. The but reason he hadn't initially revealed how much he enjoyed it was due to her halfhearted reaction. But each additional time 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 to rent in pattern intercourse again that things began to unravel.

He just didn't enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving climax was becoming more difficult. She had opposed his efforts to use her ass and a water parting grew between them. After that it was only a issue of time until other issues reared their school principal and ultimately they separated. A twosome 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 perfect ass to gratify him the same way his ex's had for that myopic fourth dimension and he'd never found it. The respectable cleaning woman he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to execute his unnatural desires forcing him to assume utmost measures. So on rare occasions when he couldn't take it anymore the respected public servant had traveled to Atlantic city where he had engaged the services of professional person escorts to fulfil his anal sex compulsion.

Such actions had always gone against the grain of his sterling fiber for he hated to discontinue the law, even if not in his own metropolis and a victimless crime, but he could only protest the potent urge for so yearn before something had to give. And now for the first time since his divorce he'd seemingly found the perfect substitute in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her public utility company belted ammunition he increased the speed of his hips, slamming his full, thick length 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 part hearing her cum was the final exam straw as he buried his putz as mystifying as it could go. moment later he erupted, irrigating her bowel with a torrent of thick, white cum. His body trembled and his sum raced as he experienced the joy he'd been vainly searching for all those lost years.

Gasping for breath he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the best way to convince her to make this a habitue occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a bead of cum set to emerge so he squeezed right below his swollen cockhead to help oneself it on its way. As it fell his bridge player had continued pulling on her utility belt ammunition and the finally drop of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's eye narrowed for compensate adjacent to the white, liquid off-white was a distinctive birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl's utility belt before but now lay exposed.

EPILOGUE

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed higher and higher toward the summit of carnal pleasure when one terminal lick pushed her to the acme. She paused there an twinkling before soaring even mellow as she floated on waves of orgasmic bliss toward sexual nirvana. Her unit body felt at one with the universe as she let out a routine of drawn out moans reflecting the rarified enjoyment she was feeling. Though her eyes were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic curtain of colours and lights and she felt her toes curl inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an timelessness in paradise she drifted back down to worldly concern. Languidly she opened her middle and focused them on Inga's head nestled between her parted thigh. The au couple was still licking her succulent, juicy peach though now at a slower pace with an occasional light candy kiss to Batgirl's privileged thigh.

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

"Yes Inga. Words can't give tongue to how practically I'm enjoying it, you have a very talented oral fissure. But you must block up for a minute."

"But why ? I want to lick you until my natural language is too play out to move. You deserve it and your puss tastes so good to me."

"Because I said so,"Batgirl said as with an effort she managed to raise her upper body to an unsloped position,"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 position to where she was on her custody and knees.

She crawled forward until Batgirl could consider her chief with both deal at which prison term she kissed the Swedish mantrap. Their lips moved against each former's and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their glossa next slipped inside the early's oral fissure where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and weak with desire.

When the kiss ended Inga attempted to make a motion back down but Batgirl had other plans. Using a judo motility she flipped the expectant young lady onto her back after which she maneuvered her thighs so they were astride Inga's forefront then lowered her own body so they were in a sixty-nine side. Inga wasted no time in raising her nous 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 tiny and pink it appeared as her knife sampled Inga for the first time. Finding the sense of taste to her liking Batgirl's tongue burrowed deep inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could get to. She swirled it around for a time causing Inga to come up her pelvis off the bed in an attempt to allow Batgirl's tongue to interpenetrate even deeper. After a little while Batgirl slid her tongue out but only so she could lick Inga's erect lilliputian button instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a strangle moan for it felt as if live electricity was coursing from there across her whole queasy system of rules. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved digit inside Inga's pixilated pussy and started to frig her which triggered a series of orgasm with each more intense than the shoemaker's last until the Swedish au pair was left trembling and gasping from an excess of pleasure. During this Batgirl had not let up but retain beating and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blond had been forced to cry out for relief.

"Oh please you must stop or I will die from too a lot cumming ! I beg you beautiful Batgirl to picture me mercy. delight !"

While not believing that anything she was doing could turn out fatal Batgirl sympathized with the girl after what she had herself suffered at the hands of the joker so she ceased her licking. Due to the twat muscle cramp Inga was having Batgirl was unable to move out her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a couple of minutes Inga had recovered enough that she was capable to squirm out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a picayune while, I think. Then we can stimulate more fun. It was just too much you doing those matter 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 make for you delight, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to return favor and it was too practically for my miserable nerves. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her juicy trunk on the mattress with a contented smile on her face. The smile got prominent when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked head on Inga's ample bosom and placing her gloved helping hand on top of her wispy, golden ringlets. The two remained like that for a short fourth dimension and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her fingers crept down a few inches and began to circle Inga's still erect clitoris while her mouth took the Swede's nipple inside and sucked on it.

"No !"Inga shrieked as she tried to pull away unsuccessfully."Please, no more. wellspring 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 easily do it now because I can't supporter myself. You are too sexy for me to keep on 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 American English use, so horny for any former girl, not even my friend Helga back habitation who teach me about miss beloved. You lie on back and I show you honorable time."

No Oklahoman had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into position. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's thighs until they were spread all-inclusive after which she spun her own trunk around so their heads were pointed in opposite direction. With a implike smiling she rolled onto her incline and entwined her legs with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvises were brushing against each other's.

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

The irregular Batgirl nodded Inga began to grind her wet cunt against Batgirl's, sending moving ridge of pleasure throughout both their bodies. It didn't take Batgirl long to watch on, for almost immediately she followed case as the two bumped slit until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the first gear to cum though Batgirl was tightlipped behind and Inga was still in the throes of climax when Batgirl joined her.

This didn't slow up them any but only whetted their appetite for more orgasms so they continued their scissoring crusade, their tranquil legs and wet pussy writhing against the former. Finally after multiple sexual climax Inga shifted her position so she was no longer 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 speak,"but only short expiry like Daniel Chester French say."

A suddenly time later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the criminal offense attack aircraft was pulling on her knickers 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 Sir 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 get out her bloomers all the way up.

"One final stage kiss to commemorate me by, please."

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

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

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

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

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her munition around Batgirl's peg just in case she changed her mind and tried to leave behind. She then kissed her right wing on her wet, tumid pussy lips. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French candy kiss of a sorting, with Inga's nimble tongue sliding between her pussy lips. At the same fourth dimension the au pair's nose connected with Batgirl's clit stimulating her further.

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

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

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

"You make sure you do my heroine,"the Northman lulu replied as she reluctantly took her helping hand off her new buff's perfect 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 Wave before disappearing into the alley. Coming to her own window a hour later she slid it open up without a auditory sensation 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 threshold though she knew no light had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the threshold she listened and after a moment she heard what sounded like quiet ventilation. Not knowing what to expect she inched the threshold open and slipped through to the hall beyond. In the living room she could see the seated figure of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the brink of the sustenance elbow room a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her boot and the figure started.

She stood motionless for a moment as the man stood then turned in her direction. His eyes widened and he dropped a written matter of the police report to the floor below before taking a step forward.

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END