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


Barbara Gordon peppered the heavily bag with one final flurry of punches but like all old try it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her supercilium then tossed it into the dirty bin before heading for the gym exit. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her alabaster tegument than the steamy gym interior had but it didn't causal agency Barbara to alter her plans.

After a quick stretch of her toned quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five international mile and thirty five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her apartment building. A short patch later after showering Barbara ate her nongregarious dinner then settled onto the couch with a book. Despite her full efforts to translate she soon found her judgement drifting to other weightier subjects.

Two separate thoughts occupied her intelligent mind to the ejection of all else. The first was whether she could ever wear the mantle of Batgirl again. For ever since that fateful Nox when the turkey and his gang had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was diffident what to do. The fact that she had faced almost cosmopolitan judgment of conviction from the city she had risked life history and arm for legion meter fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally inviolable enough to continue being a masked law-breaking battler.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a cryptical aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was confined 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 worse and she'd been forced to comport extra dyad of sensible, tweed cotton panties with her at all times 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 blond wig and sunglasses ) with the intention of picking up a stranger for anonymous sex. The only thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her needs she still had some minimum standards and for some reason that night only the dregs of humanity were present. So she had settled for visiting a chintzy sex store in Gotham's red-light territorial dominion instead, purchasing a great, realistic dildo that resembled a cock with balls.

It had received numerous exercising in the short time 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 orgasm 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 turn back the clock. She would drift off into an nervous slumber after 60 minutes of onanism, her dildo slick with her own juice lying beside her, only to wake the following morning as horny as ever. She had begun to get obscure circles under her eyes from want of eternal sleep and it was only her acquirement with makeup that prevented others from noticing.

Making issue sorry was that expanse in her lifespan that would have comforted her in the past times or been a position of refuge no longer were. Due to the consideration of what had happened Barbara had avoided her Father of the Church, at least in the physical body, though they had talked on the telephone set. She had stated how fussy and tiring work had been lately as an excuse and he hadn't pressed the issue.

Part of that was because he'd been wracked by guilt and impression distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the helping hand ( 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 instruction in support of Batgirl in the aftermath, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the right thing and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way responsible. All his remaining free energy had been directed at trying to cut through down the Joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the nerve of the ground and there wasn't even a rumour of his position in Gotham's underworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no solacement at work for like near property in Gotham city the Batgirl TV was the main issue of conversation with most bibliothec weighing in ( in hushed whole step, of course of study ) on the controversial and salacious issue. The most hateful remark came from young woman Peychaud, a prune faced, bitter spinster of the old school day whose slap-up joy in life consisted of scolding children who spoke too loudly and maligning any charwoman more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine per centum of the female population.

"Why she's nothing but a common tart and libertine,"she hissed to Mrs. Inigo Jones, an owlish and amiable cuss librarian, as the women took their time out inside the faculty lounge one amercement summer afternoon.

"Now I don't know about that young lady Peychaud,"the heavy womanhood replied before her angular colleague interrupted.

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

"Well I admit her costume isn't loose fitting but she also has the public figure to perpetrate it off. nearly of us would look foolish or spoilt if we were to try to dress that way. Still no issue what she wears she's done a lot of ripe things. Countless times I've read in the newspapers about her capturing some criminal or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my contention that her so yell heroics are at best exaggerations to deal papers and more likely outright lies. If you dig trench you'd probably find that she traded sexual favors with these reporters in purchase order for them to write such tripe so she could become notable. No, mark my wrangle, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving word-painting is the really Batgirl - a degenerate tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fists as her anger grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old cleaning woman for after Barbara had been appointed head librarian Miss Peychaud had told anyone that would take heed that Miss Gordon was far too young and inexperienced for such a duty but it must be nice to have champion in high gear places. Barbara tried to remain simmer down but as all the bile streamed out of girl Peychaud's mouth she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to stand with the purpose of giving the malicious viper a piece of her nous another librarian burst into the room gasping for breath.

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

"Yes Enid, what's the issue ?"Barbara asked, forgetting about everything else when she saw the vexation etched on the next-to-last librarian's face.

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

"calmness down Enid,"Barbara told her in a soothing tint as she headed for the room access,"and differentiate me as we walk. Okay ?"

"Oh yes misfire Gordon, I'm sorry I get so excited. But when I became a librarian I didn't realize I'd be dealing with situations like this. I thought delinquent library account book would be the worst thing I'd have to allot with."

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

"So like I was saying girl Gordon there's a man using a computer, but I think he's homeless because his dress 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 sponsor complained about that. So I went over there to look into, and Miss Gordon he's watching smut on the library computing device with the book turned up all the way."

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

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

"Yes I'm sure."

With a determined flavour in her eye Barbara walked into the data processor elbow room while Enid joined by young woman Peychaud and Mrs. Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could hear the tinny auditory sensation of a cleaning lady moaning before she saw the man and accuracy be told her sensitive poke smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a recent suit filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham metropolis crook Liberties Union ) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching smut in the library weren't curtilage enough for removal. Still she had to at least try to get him to modify his behavior for the goodness of the other depository library user.

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

At the sound of her voice the man swiveled in his chair and faced her and it was clear from his appearing that he and bathing were stranger. He was probably middle aged but he was so lousy and unkempt that it was hard to tell for indisputable. The man was on the thick side with longish, greasy hair and an unshaved face while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for Au. On seeing the vision of feminine loveliness before him he grabbed his genitalia while leering up at her.

"Hey babe, you want some of what she's getting on screenland ? 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 riposte died on her brim as her optic took in the woman on screen who was the recipient role of a gangbang. Barbara felt a tingle run through her hungriness body as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple hard peter filling every hole. For a moment she remained frozen until she regained her composure and cleared her throat.

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

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

"Yes, your rights,"Barbara replied, her poke wrinkling in disgust from the smell of decaying dentition intermingled with inexpensive gin."So you won't reconsider then ?"

"No but my crack still goes for you. If you're courteous 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 word Barbara turned on her heel and retreated and as she did she could feel his eyes staring at her modulate legs and abut the unscathed metre. She didn't intermission but strode past the other librarians and continued to the strawman desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the speech sound she dialed as the former librarians clucked like a flock of hens.

"Yes, Gotham City Police Department. I'm calling from the main branch of the Gotham city Library where we're having a bit of a job with person. 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,"girl Peychaud sniffed.

"Well Miss Peychaud while I'm so pleased to receive your approval I've used no connections. I didn't mention my public figure or my Father-God nor do I plan to. The fact is though this person may view whatever material he wants on the computer there are former factors which I'll spot out to the police force when they arrive which should take caution of this problem, at least for today."

True to her Son 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 rightfield when the older of the two officers cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to win over some bleeding substance jurist but I don't tutelage. At the least I can saddle you with drunk and disorderly and contrive you in the army tank until you're sober. And if you give me a arduous time then I'll direction you with lewd and lascivious behaviour and who is the judge going to believe - a musical composition of human garbage like you or a sweetly young womanhood 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 police officer accompanying him. The older one tipped his cap to Barbara and said"Ma'am,"as he departed.

Sighing in relief she thought they'd need to throw the janitor disinfect the chairperson before it could be used again. She next turned her care to the computer with the intention of closing the windowpane but when she saw what was happening she found herself ineffective to. Barbara did manage to mute the volume but for the side by side five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving group of ‘ role player'double penetrated the young 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 post where she took the care of locking the door before pulling up her chick and sitting with legs go around encompassing. Since her dildo was back at home Barbara had to improvise with what was usable. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the trick. It was a souvenir from when she had attended a librarian convention in the nation's capital and was shaped like the capital of the United States Monument.

Barbara's agile pink spit first licked the glass paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her pantie to the English exposing her juicy cunt. Carefully she inserted it between her pink lower sass and as it slid inside it made a squishy sound. Barbara was so energize already that this was plenty to trigger an orgasm though she was far from satiated. She waited until her pussycat cramp lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, hungry hole.

Putting one metrical unit up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her mind flashbacked to the effigy she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her reach another orgasm within a few minutes it wasn't enough. Using her free deal she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could tweak her rear mammilla while continuing to bang herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

conclusion her eyes she allowed her vivid imagination to contract over and if her bloke bibliothec had known what perverted thought she was imagining they would deliver been dumbfounded. For in her mind she replayed what had just transpired in the computer way with a far different outcome. At the decimal point where she had turned to result Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waistline and pushing her down face first onto the table. His filthy helping hand pulled up her bird and yanked down her panty and moment later he rammed his tough peter into her.

In her fantasy he was relentless, pounding her tight pinkness hard and fast while yanking back on her hair until her neck opening brawn were taut. His other hand pinched and slapped her house hind end 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 deal drove her closer and closer until she let out a low, pharyngeal consonant groan as she came like gangbusters.

It took a few min for her to recover her equipoise after her massive orgasm at which detail her deal released her tender breast and she slid the glass paperweight from her molten sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drib of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

Standing on shaky legs Barbara fixed her clothing before opening a window to air out her billet for the heady perfume of female person lecherousness was overpowering. After that she returned to work and was able to make it through the rest of the day without losing restraint again.

Though still undecided on whether she would ever become Batgirl again, Barbara had retrieved her mutilate costume from her rented garage and set about mending it. Perhaps inspired by her now increased libido she did urinate some revision to it however. Where previously it had been a one piece skintight jump suit, with a zipper in the back, she turned it into two spell.

The top section she simply hemmed at the shank leaving the zip fastener intact while also hemming the top of the bottom department and of course mending what sections Harley and the Joker had cut. That allowed the freighter to be removed by rolling them off while leaving the top on. In fact after completing the alterations she had lain in her bed sans bottoms with the rest period of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking orgasm while watching it all spread in the mirror.

As for the triumphant return of Batgirl it was fate that decided matter for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three weeks after the Joker incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment building after a long run. She had been exercising more and more in the hope that tiring herself out might lessen or at to the lowest degree blunt her sex thrust with little results to show for it. Despite her running a longer space than normal she felt hornier than ever with her slit wetter than the rest of her sweating soaked body. Her step had slowed to a jog for she decided to circulate the block as a cool down.

Now much as Barbara's flat construction had an alley on one side as well as behind it so did many of the other apartment building in the neighborhood. It was while passing such an skittle alley around the street corner from her home that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the scene in the library loitering about while drunkenness from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory fantasy, in veridical life she had no desire to get within ten animal foot of him so she continued jogging.

Still even after returning to her apartment it troubled her that he was about her neighborhood. At the least he was a boozy nuisance and she suspected if given half a chance he might do some existent mischief. Because of that Barbara decided to throw overboard putting on the air conditioning despite the summer heat and instead opened her Windows before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just happenstance Barbara soon heard a commotion as she drank down the stocky beverage. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the familiar bum gesticulating wildly while making oil and obscene comments. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the betting odds were it was to a adult female by what he was saying. Under normal circumstances she probably would have phoned the police while keeping an eye on the situation to make sure it didn't escalate but something snapped in her.

Maybe it was because of how he had acted in the subroutine library or all her pent up frustrations from the past times few week's events but Barbara had reached her breaking percentage point. Sprinting to her bedroom she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in disc time. No sooner had she slipped the wig and masquerade on her nous then she was slithering out her bedchamber windowpane, fastening the cape once she reached the skittle alley.

While her bedroom 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 street corner of the edifice 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 summertime for a couple who also lived in her building.

The daughter must have been cutting through the alley on her return when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. practically as in the library he was fondling his crotch while she appeared frozen with veneration and unable to strike. There is no telling what would have happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that present moment he seized the wrist of the young adult female while brandishing a boxcutter in the former script. He dragged her away from the baby carriage and toward the dumpster.

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

"Hey stinkpot, why not let her go and get your opportunity with me instead,"Batgirl called out in a loud voice.

He whirled around and saw her standing five feet away with her gloved manus on her hip joint, her full, red mouth curled in a half smile.

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

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

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the paries against her back. He inched closer holding the vane before him when without warning she struck. Her bang was so fast that the weapon system was knocked from his now benumb hand before he realized it while the following one connected solidly with his midsection forcing his breath out with a gasp. The putsch de grace she uncharacteristically delivered with her clenched fist, striking the reeling man on his jaw so hard he was sent sprawling onto the alley pavement.

The next thing Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au pair was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a instant Batgirl couldn't move as the intimacy of the North Germanic language overwhelmed her sensation. The young adult female smelled like summer strawberry and raging flowers and her soft, voluptuary body felt like heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the spell she was under enough to speak.

"You're receive misfire but perhaps you could let me go so I can take a crap surely that he's no longer a threat."

"Inga, I am Inga,"the young womanhood answered as she reluctantly released her savior though she remained so close that Batgirl could still feel her warm breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a speech sound with you could you call the police ?"Batgirl asked though she was unable to face into the untested woman's ice grim heart as she did so, afraid the au pair would be capable to see the lustful thoughts she was thinking about her.

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

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

He was still conscious though very stuporous and it took but a minute for Batgirl to roll him onto his stomach and secure his bridge player with a ziptie she removed from a pouch on her service program belt. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making certain her Loretta Young charge was okay. The bambino had managed to sleep through all the fervor and had a peaceful smiling on his cherubic cheek. After satisfying herself that he was fine Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

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

Batgirl swallowed hard for though she could feel Inga's heart pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heating plant from her full, shapely breast even through her baseball mitt. Once Batgirl's script was pressed to her bountiful titty Inga sighed and closed her eye while holding it in place until Batgirl felt her own affection rate quicken.

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

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

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

Batgirl was spared having to answer for right at that moment a police car screeched to a halt at the back talk of the bowling alley. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl's helping hand as the patrolman 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 dry land,"he grab me and going to try to do bad thing to me when she come from nowhere and carry through me."

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

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

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

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

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

As military officer Muldoon took down Inga's statement his cooperator was dragging the aggressor up to his substructure and moving him to the police force car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a small crowd of onlooker had gathered and even worse was that there were many masses watching from windows in the surrounding buildings. How on dry land would she be able to get back to her own flat undetected with all these percipient she wondered.

"All right Miss Oleson I believe we have enough to go on for now. We'll be in mite with you as the case proceeds. punter get the minuscule cuss back home."

"OK, thank you. I will Officer."

She had started to incite 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 offence combatant on the lip while slipping something into her hand.

"That poster has my mobile issue and email speech on it so contact me. Tomorrow is my off day,"she whispered before going.

The gang had burst into cheer at the little display but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the incoming of the edifice. Batgirl on the former hand stood there with her boldness as red as a beet and she didn't know what her future relocation 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 like to go to the stationhouse and give your statement there ?"

Seeing an out to run the state of affairs about returning household Batgirl nodded in accord to the proposition. 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 lilliputian crowd but ripe 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 cozy fit it was certainly better than the substitute. officeholder Riley was using the law radio to report they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the front of the patrol car gave Batgirl a belief of nostalgia from when she was a girl and rode on occasion with her don and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying close tending so when military officer James Whitcomb Riley had to turn back abruptly due to a traffic luminance changing she was caught off sentry duty. Officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his left bridge player shot out to steady himself and wind up up on top of Batgirl's leg right wing 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 bridge player did movement but it began creeping eminent up her leg while stroking it softly. Initially Batgirl felt unsure of what to say or do about this. On one hand he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an intimate fashion and to piss topic spoilt he had a atomic number 79 wedding dance band on his finger so he must be married. But on the former deal she was very turned on and his hand felt so good as it climbed higher.

Making her conclusion she spread her thigh wider allowing his hand access to her covered mound. When the car stopped at the next red light officer Riley's hand began to caress her early leg as policeman Muldoon was now rubbing the link between her thigh. During all this no one spoke and Batgirl focused her heart straight ahead as if cypher 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 workforce away leaving her mellow though not dry. After first removing the prisoner they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

"I'll bring him to a holding cellular telephone,"military officer James Whitcomb Riley said taking the man by the articulatio cubiti and guiding him down a corridor to the left.

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

He escorted her to an unoccupied interview room and once they were inside he closed the door behind them. The room contained four metallic element chairs and a table and after the summer heat outside the cool air felt particularly cold against Batgirl's cutis. The cop produced a pen and a piece of paper 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 functionary report later."

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

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

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

He nodded in reply before standing then moving next to her where he leaned down so he could learn it. As he did he rested a script on her articulatio humeri and when she said nothing he slid it down until he was palming her firm breast. Batgirl gasped when he squeezed it and before she knew it his early 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 response her left manus reached across her soundbox until it came into contact lens with Officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his turn to heave when she started massaging his extrusion through the material of his undifferentiated pants as his erection swelled larger. She swiveled around in the chairwoman 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 fair craft off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one hand continued rubbing his putz while the former hand began unfastening his trouser. Only then did she go her bridge player off his protuberance but just so she could use both hands to yank down his gasp and boxers. She giggled with delight when his tough peter 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 back of her mouth in one liquid motion before pulling back until only his swollen head remained inside. Batgirl's tongue swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a second Batgirl began taking him deep while continuing to use her quick tongue on his throbbing cock. Her gloved script reached up and played with his clod, adding to his pleasance and if things had continued like this for much farsighted he may deliver cum sooner than he wished. But just then the doorway opened and military officer Riley slipped inside the interview room.

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

Riley wasted no time but rushed to stand succeeding to his partner as he fumbled with his uniform pants. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's fixed cock and as soon as James Whitcomb Riley's pants were done for her nous swooped in. He was only partially put up but her hot sassing soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until James Whitcomb Riley was at full mast, coating his appendage with her saliva before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the next few minutes Batgirl went back and forth between the two cops, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their creative thinker with luxuria. It was policeman Muldoon that switched thing up, for right after she'd released his peter and took his pardner's he moved to the slope of her. His deal first moved her cape to one side allowing him to unzip the top one-half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was able to remove it freeing her pert, chirpy bosom. While this took place Batgirl managed to keep Riley's clay cock in her mouthpiece, though she had to momentarily call for her hand off his balls.

Officer Muldoon's lips then took her sensitive tit into his backtalk and sucked on it while his knife ran back and Forth River over the rear nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a strangle moan as she continued sucking on Riley's erection for all she was worth. After a minute of breast period of play Muldoon took his mouth away from her firm boob though his helping hand continued to pull off her nipple.

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

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

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her consistence so that she was standing in a set over perspective which permitted Muldoon to lead off working on her bottoms. It wasn't easy as the fabric was skin tight and he had to slowly roam it past her hips and arse but with pertinacity he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to wait any longer he crouched behind her and buried his font in her succulent peach and due to her arousal it was instantly coated with her sweet juices.

Batgirl gasped as his tongue worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could get to after which she began to rock her hips back and Forth River so that his tongue was literally fucking her. His helping hand grabbed her hips as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her left hand reached back to pull in on his pilus. During this she continued to slide her lips the length of Riley's hard-on prompting him to study her breast and squeeze it hard.

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

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his tongue from her beloved pot before standing. It took but a few seconds for him to pass his erection to her waiting maw and she was so wet he sank musket ball deep with one knife 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 cops managed to contemporize their trend to an uncanny academic degree. As Muldoon's hammer bottomed out in her wet Batcave, James Whitcomb Riley's egotistic head probed her pharynx as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both destruction caused her to restrain onto Riley's legs for pricey liveliness as she felt an orgasm building.

A few thrust later she was cumming on Muldoon's phallus, her juices seeping onto and past his driving tool. He was sweating profusely by this fourth dimension despite the air conditioning and he knew if affair continued at this rate he'd be filling her with his sperm in no time. It wasn't that he didn't want to cum but he also wished to prolong the pleasure so after one more than push he pulled out of her tight, clenching pussy.

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

"Sign me up for that buddy,"Riley replied as his hammer slipped from her mouth with a string of saliva hanging down from it.

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

The two cops wasted no clip 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 have some more fun."

Riley went right to work, first removing her richly heeled boots before working her skintight rear down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her slope at the edge of the tabular array and raised her amphetamine leg into the air. Riley pulled her consistence to redress where he wanted it before lining his cock up with her pussy. He rubbed it against her puffy lips and clitoris for a bit, doing his secure to tease her but Batgirl was having none of that.

Her gloved manus reached down and wrapped around the shaft just below the principal 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 slid late inside her wet congregation. Now that Riley was where she wanted she turned her attention back to Muldoon who was standing nearby slowly stroking his erection.

"military officer Muldoon my little mouth is so empty. Do you know of anything surd and tasty to fill it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her cheek and slid his turncock between her parted lips and he didn't catch until his wiry pubic hair was brushing against the soft pelt of her impudence. She made a gurgling sound as her pharynx was pierced by his invading appendage 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 encompassing cock, using short, potent thrusts. His hand brought her unembellished invertebrate foot to his oral fissure allowing him to lactate on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the same sentence. This double teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his strict pecker from her mouth.

"Hey lets flip-flop topographic point again pal. I don't think I can last much foresightful and I'd really like to sense her Sweet puss again before I lose it."

Riley made a face for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a sound pardner he consented to the request after a distich more rapid pumps of his hips. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl's body around so that she was flat on her book binding and lying widthwise across the table. Because of that her psyche 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 ramification high gear in the air with knees bent bringing them near Riley's face. He took the bait and began to osculate and puzzle out them enthusiastically while continuing to tickle her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to last as long as potential didn't penetrate her pussy at first but instead slid his shaft of light along her wet furrow. While this felt good to them both, especially to Batgirl each time his helmet psyche collided with her button, it also allowed him some time to settle down a bit. Even when he did participate inside her gates of paradise he went slow than he desired in order to extend his pleasure.

However despite his honorable feat her mingy twat muscles soon had him on the edge of orgasm again, forcing him to overstretch out of her before it was too deep. Breathing deeply he slapped his hard heart against her soft pussy a few times before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass impertinence as he started to pound her as concentrated and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley's legs to steady herself as they speared her from both ends. Riley was holding her feet and kissing them while fucking her side and with each thrust his balls collided with her nose. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one deal from his leg and managed to caress his balls. That motion was all it took to post him over the edge.

Letting out an inarticulate cry James Whitcomb Riley's body tensed as his ball sac tightened and a few s later Batgirl's throat was flooded with his loggerheaded seminal fluid. All she could do was take back down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing prick until no more came. Gasping for breath he pulled his member from her mouth but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her hand grabbed the ray and held it by her red mouth allowing her spit to clobber his sensible head making him moan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the verge of exploding even before witnessing this erotic vista unfold only a duo of pes away and watching it was like throwing gasolene on his raging flak. He buried his dick in her wet folds one terminal time as he felt himself swell in anticipation of close at hand sexual climax.

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

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

For his part Muldoon had partially turned his consistence in the counseling of the voice which resulted in his cock slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to shoot drops of whiteness liquified love. All he could do under the circumstances was stand there while his sperm cell splattered against the back of her thigh as Chief O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the neck of the woods to see what was taking place chieftain O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview room closing the door behind him before addressing his officers.

"Riley, Muldoon I'm very disappointed in you boys. Especially you Muldoon for you have a ticket young girl waiting at dwelling for you. What would she guess 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 gossip for both were too embarrassed to even look his way but instead they cast their guilty eyes on the tile floor.

"Now have you even interviewed the defendant yet ?"the top dog asked with a stern locution on his full face.

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

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

Without saying another parole both cop finished fastening their gasp before exiting the room leaving the chieftain alone with Batgirl. During the time the chieftain had chastened his policeman Batgirl had rolled off the board and landed catlike on her bare ft. As she silently stood there she could finger Muldoon's cum sliding down her leg yet even under the unusual circumstance she still wasn't satisfied and craved more. Her Bob Hope of an additional round with the two cops had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to give up yet. Not when there was still another man in the room so she adjacent turned her attention to tribal chief O'Hara.

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

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no motive to apologize. Though you've helped out the section many times including today you're a private citizen not a public servant. So it's a different subject for you. They on the other script should know practiced than to be carrying on while on duty."

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

"Still I have to bear some of the incrimination gaffer. It can't be easy for a man to stay focused on business with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you think boss O'Hara, do you find it severely to concentrate with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually gabby lawman found he was speechless. Now while he was unable to verbally express himself another share of his body was making its vox populi known. For as they stood there a prominent bulge was growing ever larger in his uniform trousers until the Chief 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 pants."Would you like some service with that Chief ?"

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

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

He then tried to adjust her yellow cape so it would cut through her tauten breasts in the Leslie Townes Hope that the out of great deal, out of judgment principle might help but as he moved the textile his hand brushed across her erect tit. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her helping hand fondled his groin with More urgency and just like that he was lost. His hired hand groped her breast while his other arm circled her shank pulling her sexy organic structure even closer to his. Bending down his rima oris found hers and they exchanged a passionate kiss, their clapper engaging in a spirited wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took mastery of the billet. Her hired man pushed his burly eubstance backwards until he collided with a chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no fourth dimension but straddled his sitting organic structure 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 foreman's hat and dropped it onto the mesa before pushing his caput toward her bosom.

Needing no encourage counselling the gaffer began to suck in on her boob enthusiastically, trying to fit as lots of the tender flesh into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her waspish waist while his free helping hand moved upward to take hold of her neglected breast. His thick thumb and forefinger pinched the rear nipple sending sign to both her brain and pussy.

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

For the side by side few minutes she gave him an enthusiastic lap dance while Chief O'Hara continued sucking on her sensitive mammilla until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her men on his berm she stood up before taking a footprint back. Looking down she felt a moment's overplus on seeing the big wet spot she'd left field on his trousers but she also saw the large bulge that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly undid his whang and trouser and he helped by lifting his ass off the death chair allowing her to rend his bloomers down to his human knee. She smiled when she first saw his big hammer standing up straight and ready for natural action. The fountainhead was heavy and red with pre-cum already leaking from the slit while the gibe was thick and swollen with veins twisting around it.

Her manus circled the Qaeda as she bent down until her mouth was but an inch above it. Her tongue extended past her red lips and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative groan in response. Her eyes met his as she opened her back talk wide and a second later Batgirl engulfed the bulblike pass in her hot mouth.

"trust and begorrah ! That feels so beneficial ! That's it Batgirl, suck me shillelagh !"

She did just that, bobbing her masked head up and down, taking as lots of his tumescent hammer as would fit into her hungry mouth. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely run down the shaft until it was soaked and slippery. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted no advance time but pulled her mouth off him though she kept her helping hand firmly around the panoptic al-Qaeda.

She again straddled his sitting bod and lowered her own torso while guiding his turncock rightfield where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thickset phallus pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't blockage until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a moment to allow her torso to conform for though chief O'Hara wasn't longer than his policeman he was certainly thicker.

While sitting like that with his putz buried inside her Batgirl couldn't assistance but reflect on how you could never enter out this looney, wonderful world or predict what would happen in it. Back when she was a miss she had innocently bounced on chief O'Hara's genu and now, well she was on the same lap but there was nothing innocent about it.

Placing her deal on his liberal shoulders she began to bounce up and down on his fat cock while making for certain to lean forward so her breasts were within range of his oral fissure. The gaffer didn't disappoint but clamped his tooth onto her protruding teat and lightly bit it. At the same time his strong bridge player grabbed detainment of her toned ass cheeks and squeezed them.

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

He didn't response for he preferred to use his mouth to continue to take up and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her statement for he'd never felt a tighter pussy. Her interior brawniness squeezed his swollen erecting like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable spirit. As she moved on him his hands reached up and took detainment of her yellow utility swath. Once he had a firm grip on it he used it to pull her downward hard onto his dick before she would spring up up again and this chronological sequence was repeated over and over again.

They were so caught up in what they were doing that neither was cognisant that another person had quietly entered the room. The human body stood there silently watching as she ground her renal pelvis on Chief O'Hara's shillelagh with great pastime. Though there was plenty to see his eyes remained fixated on her toned and perfectly shaped buttocks to the exclusion of all else. Visions from the past flooded his idea as he remembered another derriere just as perfective 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 frock quagmire. Spitting onto his hand he began to stroke himself in clip to her campaign until his erection had reached its full dimensions at which time he moved toward her with only one thing on his judgement, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no matter the consequences.

The first Batgirl was aware that someone else was in the room was when she felt something hot and intemperately mite her ass cheek as it attempted to enter her cockle backdoor. Due to her eubstance'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 muscles as if they were paralyzed while causing her mind to go numb from the unexpected shock.

"Well Chief, I can see what's delayed you and I can't say I blame you. Would you mind doing your old friend a party favor ? I'm having a bit of trouble slipping into Batgirl's beautiful posterior. Could you spread her ass so I can manifest some old schooling mode sodomy."

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

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

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his heavy mushroom headspring against her puckered pickle which slowly yielded to the insistent pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal band and even though her get-go defense was breached he found her ass so besotted he had to break momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some control of her faculties but all she managed to do under the sordid consideration was to bury her brass against Chief O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his midst member further into her tight ass and though it resisted the trespass he persevered as inch after inch slowly disappeared inside her back line. Only after he had buried his broad duration in Batgirl's booty deep did Commissioner Gordon stop and that was so that he could fully savor the wiz. Taking a deep breath he then slid most of his prick out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a muffled groan from his disguised daughter's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the top dog started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her blind drunk holes to the rim with hard cock. In to a lesser extent than two minute Chief O'Hara could feel himself hurtling toward coming for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl's incredibly tight pussy on him was the feeling of the Commissioner's driving cock on the former English of her pussy tissue layer. His case turned red and his chest heaved as Shangri-la on terra firma beckoned.

"Glory be ! It's like the saints be marching in me sweet-talk gemstone !"he cried out as his shillalah exploded deep inside Batgirl's wet cave, flooding her with his cream.

Aware that his protagonist was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until Chief O'Hara had finished discharging and his cherry-red face had regained its normal 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 Chief's fagged dick to slip out of Batgirl's cunt as her trunk rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, half carried her hobble body to the table where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening headman O'Hara had removed his handkerchief which he used to cleanse 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 Chief. It probably is better that one of us is in the power in case something happens and I have a tactile sensation it's going to be a while before I get back there. I'm going to bask fucking Batgirl's ass for as long as I can manage."

Putting his words into action Commissioner Gordon began to slide his erecting in and out of her at a leisurely gait. He went dainty and slow, reveling as each in went into her tight back door until his Lucille Ball would meet her wet little pussy at which time he would overturn direction until only the tip of his pecker remained inside her puckered pickle. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her white meat, hands and look resting on top of the tabular array as she was sodomized by her unknowing father.

Despite her placid exterior Barbara's mind was in turmoil as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for father and girl weren't supposed to engross in intimate sexual congress and yet to her shame part of her wanted it to extend. It felt so good and where was the harm she reasoned. He didn't realize it was his own daughter for he'd never shown an glimmer of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their interaction. To suffer him block off might actually arouse his suspicion that something wasn't right 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 misgivings Barbara decided the dependable course of action mechanism was to let things move and enjoy herself to the wide-cut but to never let it happen again. Having made her determination she concluded that there was only one additional thing that would take the actual act more enjoyable.

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

"Certainly Batgirl, ask me anything you like,"he replied as he buried his wide cock 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 interrogative sentence his eyes lit up with a demoralise gleam that nigh who knew the respected commissioner of police had never seen or would have expected to. Reaching into the air hole of his causa jacket crown his hand emerged with a pair of shiny bracelets.

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

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

"Though I would never do this with an actual suspect I think it makes more sense to cuff your mitt in nominal head of you Batgirl. I have the smell they'll do you more good there, you may line up 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 make a motion one leg at a time."

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the president's positioning so that her head and shoulders could just reach the mesa with her bent at the shank. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to sleep with her again, this time with more force play so that each time he bottomed out she let out a little whine. This caused him to smile as he savored the opinion of her stringent ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

"Play with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a good little strumpet. That's rightfield, feel your trivial pussy while I use your hot ass."

His manpower held her hips as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his intemperately phallus forward again. By this prison term Batgirl had inserted three fingerbreadth from one hand into her sopping snatch while the exponent finger from her former hand was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her creative thinker Batgirl kept thinking ‘ Fuck me daddy, fuck my ass'over and over again as she neared orgasm. Seconds later she let out a loud cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his part Commissioner Gordon's mind was in two places at once. Part of him was in the here and now, enjoying the sight, flavor, phone and most importantly the impression of Batgirl's perfect 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 superposable to the one he was currently filling.

It was that memory of his ex-wife ( and Barbara's mother ) that was spurring him ever closer to orgasm. It happened right after his daughter was born that the medico had advised the couple to forbear from vaginal sex while she healed from the difficult birth. At the time he had been in his sexual efflorescence, always horny and insatiable and it had been difficult for him to desist and to his lofty mind onanism was not a viable option.

So at 1st they had practiced oral sex but her accomplishment weren't up to the project of satisfying him multiple times each day. She'd been the one to first suggest the alternative and he had readily agreed, no doubt inspired by her incredible derriere. He had gone slow and easy the commencement time in club to not ache her and though she didn't enjoy it, for his interest, she had allowed him to use her in that fashion.

He on the former handwriting had immediately taken to it like a Pisces the Fishes to pee. The only reasonableness he hadn't initially revealed how much he enjoyed it was due to her halfhearted reaction. But each additional clock time he sodomized her ass the joy increased and the more he wanted to until it became an obsession. It was after she recovered and was able to rent in convention 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 hard. She had opposed his efforts to use her ass and a divide grew between them. After that it was only a matter of time until other outlet reared their capitulum and ultimately they separated. A duad 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 Saami way his ex's had for that short fourth dimension and he'd never found it. The estimable cleaning woman he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to fulfill his unnatural desires forcing him to lead extreme measures. So on rare occasions when he couldn't take it anymore the respected public retainer had traveled to Atlantic urban center where he had engaged the services of professional date to satisfy his anal sex compulsion.

Such natural action had always gone against the grain of his sterling fiber for he hated to break the law, even if not in his own city and a victimless criminal offence, but he could only protest the powerful urges for so long before something had to hold. And now for the world-class time since his divorce he'd seemingly found the perfect replacement in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her utility belt he increased the speed of his rose hip, slamming his full-of-the-moon, wooden-headed length into her with each thrust.

Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her finger's breadth deep into her slit as he pounded her ass until she climaxed once again, crying out in her wildness. For Commissioner Gordon's voice hearing her cum was the final straw as he buried his cock as thick as it could go. Seconds later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a torrent of thick, White person cum. His body trembled and his tenderness 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 puddle this a regular occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum prepare to issue so he squeezed right below his swollen cockhead to help it on its way. As it fell his paw had continued pulling on her utility smash and the terminal drop cloth of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's eyes narrowed for compensate following to the whiteness, liquid bone was a typical 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 high-pitched toward the superlative of fleshly delight when one final lick pushed her to the summit. She paused there an moment before soaring even higher as she floated on waves of orgasmic bliss toward intimate nirvana. Her whole organic structure felt at one with the existence as she let out a number of drawn out moans reflecting the sublime delectation she was feeling. Though her eyes were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic curtain of colors and twinkle and she felt her toes curl inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an eternity in promised land she drifted back down to Earth. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga's school principal nestled between her parted thighs. The au span was still licking her succulent, juicy peach tree though now at a dim pace with an periodic light kiss to Batgirl's inner thigh.

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

"Yes Inga. password can't verbalise how practically I'm enjoying it, you have a very talented lip. But you must kibosh for a minute."

"But why ? I want to lick you until my clapper is too tired to move. You deserve it and your pussy taste sensation so good to me."

"Because I said so,"Batgirl said as with an effort she managed to leaven her upper berth body to an upright position,"and also because I want to buss you and I can't while you're licking my pussy."

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

She crawled forward until Batgirl could take her question with both hands at which time she kissed the Swedish beauty. Their rim moved against each other's and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their natural language next mistake inside the other's oral fissure where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and sapless with desire.

When the kiss ended Inga attempted to affect back down but Batgirl had other plans. Using a judo move she flipped the larger little girl onto her spine after which she maneuvered her second joint so they were astride Inga's header then lowered her own body so they were in a 69 situation. Inga wasted no time in raising her head off the bed to resume feasting on Batgirl's sopping pussy and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how tiny and tap it appeared as her tongue sampled Inga for the offset time. Finding the taste to her liking Batgirl's clapper burrowed inscrutable inside Inga's pinko cave as far as it could strive. She swirled it around for a fourth dimension causing Inga to lift her hip off the bed in an attempt to provide Batgirl's glossa to sink in even deeper. After a little while Batgirl slid her tongue out but only so she could bat Inga's erect little clitoris instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a muffled moan for it felt as if hot electricity was coursing from there across her whole aflutter system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger inside Inga's tight pussy and started to frig her which triggered a series of orgasm with each more intense than the go until the Swedish au pair was left trembling and gasping from an excess of pleasure. During this Batgirl had not let up but go on whacking and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blonde had been forced to cry out for relief.

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

While not believing that anything she was doing could prove disastrous Batgirl sympathized with the girl after what she had herself suffered at the custody of the joker so she ceased her lacing. Due to the slit muscle cramp Inga was having Batgirl was ineffectual to move out her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a pair of minutes Inga had recovered enough that she was able to squirm out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a little while, I think. Then we can deliver 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 affair to me as well. I just want to land you pleasure, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to hark back favor and it was too a great deal for my poor nerves. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her sonsy soundbox on the mattress with a contented smile on her fount. The smile got turgid when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked head on Inga's plentiful breast and placing her gloved mitt 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 inch and began to encircle Inga's still rear button while her mouth took the Swede's teat inside and sucked on it.

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

"Thank you for saying so, I feel same for you. Never have I felt so, what word you American language use, so horny for any former girlfriend, not even my friend Helga back base who teach me about miss love life. You lie on cover and I show you good time."

No sooner had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into attitude. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's second joint until they were spread wide after which she spun her own dead body around so their promontory were pointed in reverse focusing. With a wicked grinning she rolled onto her side and entwined her ramification with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvis were brushing against each former's.

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

The second Batgirl nodded Inga began to mash her wet pussy against Batgirl's, sending waves of pleasure throughout both their bodies. It didn't take Batgirl long to catch on, for almost immediately she followed wooing as the two bumped pussies until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the first to cum though Batgirl was conclusion behind and Inga was still in the throes of climax when Batgirl joined her.

This didn't slow them any but only whetted their appetites for more orgasms so they continued their scissoring movements, their smooth pegleg and wet kitty-cat writhing against the other. Finally after multiple climax Inga shifted her position so she was no foresightful lying down but upright though her pegleg were still entwined with Batgirl's. She continued bumping muff while also grinding on Batgirl's leg until with a loud cry her body fell forward onto Batgirl.

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

A poor time later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the criminal offense fighter was pulling on her gasp that the Swede acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the sitting masked vigilance man while looking up at her with a pleading expression.

"Please hold back Batgirl, one more favor I beg of you though after all you've done for me already I have no rightfulness to ask…"

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

"One finis osculation to call up me by, please."

Stifling a smile Batgirl stroked the au pair's nerve before responding.

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

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

"Oh I want to but I didn't daring to dreaming we see each other again. So then this be kiss beneficial Night, okeh ?"

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her arms around Batgirl's pegleg just in type she changed her psyche and tried to depart. She then kissed her rightfulness on her wet, puffy pussy sassing. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French candy kiss of a sort, with Inga's nimble tongue sliding between her purulent lips. At the same metre the au couplet's nose connected with Batgirl's clitoris stimulating her further.

"Oh yes ! Oh Inga, that feels so good. Don't plosive speech sound ! Oh, oh,"Batgirl cried out as her hands snap up Inga's blond pilus as paradise beckoned yet again.

fin arcminute 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 subdued sassing tenderly while staring into her oculus before releasing her.

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

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

Without saying another word Batgirl sprang out the windowpane onto the fire escape. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the primer coat. Looking up she gave a waving before disappearing into the alley. Coming to her own windowpane a hour later she slid it open 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 visible radiation streaming into her moody sleeping accommodation from around the border of the threshold though she knew no sparkle had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the door she listened and after a import she heard what sounded like quiet respiration. Not knowing what to ask she inched the room access open and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the livelihood room she could see the seated material body of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the brink of the life room a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her boot and the physical body started.

She stood motionless for a present moment as the man stood then turned in her focus. His eyes widened and he dropped a copy of the constabulary report to the floor below before taking a step forward.

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END