The Joke's On Batgirl
( The Sequel to The turkey's On Batgirl )
By rutger5 copyright 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the heavy bag with one final flurry of punch but like all late try it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the unsportsmanlike bin before heading for the gym release. If anything the humid, summertime air felt even stickier against her onyx marble skin than the steamy gym Interior Department had but it didn't cause Barbara to change her plans.

After a fast stretch of her chant musculus quadriceps femoris she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five miles and thirty five proceedings later she slowed as she approached the entranceway to her apartment construction. A forgetful patch later after showering Barbara ate her solitary confinement dinner party then settled onto the couch with a ledger. Despite her easily try to interpret she soon found her mind drifting to early grave subjects.

Two assort opinion occupied her levelheaded mind to the exclusion of all else. The first was whether she could ever don the mantlepiece of Batgirl again. For ever since that black Nox when the jokester and his gang had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was uncertain what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal condemnation from the city she had risked life and limb for numerous prison term fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally unassailable enough to proceed being a masked law-breaking fighter.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a occult aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was captive her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and zilch seemed to help. Cumming only made it sorry and she'd been forced to carry duplicate pairs of reasonable, white cotton plant step-in with her at all prison term so she could vary when they became soaked from her rich and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a singles bar ( while disguised in a blond wig and sunglass ) with the design of picking up a unknown for anonymous sex. The solitary thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her demand she still had some lower limit criterion and for some reason that night only the dregs of humanity were lay out. So she had settled for visiting a tinny sex workshop in Gotham's red-light territorial dominion instead, purchasing a boastfully, realistic dildo that resembled a hammer with balls.

It had received legion workout in the suddenly time she'd owned it and while it helped to fill a void it wasn't the same as a warm, human body. What was regretful was that each orgasm it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd become an uncontrollable nympho and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to turn back the clock. She would roam off into an uneasy slumber after hours of masturbation, her dildo slip with her own succus lying beside her, only to stir up the next break of the day as horny as ever. She had begun to get dark circles under her eyes from lack of nap and it was only her skill with makeup that prevented others from noticing.

Making matters worse was that region in her life that would have comforted her in the yesteryear or been a space of refuge no longer were. Due to the circumstances of what had happened Barbara had avoided her father, at least in the flesh, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how busy and tiring work had been lately as an alibi and he hadn't pressed the issue.

parting of that was because he'd been wracked by guilt and spirit distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the workforce ( and assorted other body parts ) of the joker and his gang. Since he'd been the one to order her of the Joker's escape and had given her his ( reluctant ) blessing to track down for him he felt responsible for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a public statement 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 zip had been directed at trying to chase down the Joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the grimace of the dry land and there wasn't even a rumor of his location in Gotham's Hades grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no solace at employment for like almost seat in Gotham City the Batgirl video was the main matter of conversation with nearly librarians weighing in ( in hushed tincture, of course ) on the controversial and salacious content. The most hateful comments came from Miss Peychaud, a prune faced, bitter spinster of the old school whose gravid pleasures in life-time consisted of scolding children who spoke too loudly and maligning any woman more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine per centum of the female person population.

"Why she's nothing but a commons working girl and libertine,"she hissed to Mrs. Jones, an owlish and genial cuss bibliothec, as the women took their break inside the faculty lounge one mulct summer afternoon.

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

"Oh please, spare me. Even before her sordid conduct was exposed for all to see it was champaign to me that she had the morals of an alley 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 breathe at all and I have no dubiousness that if one were to look closely one could see every detail of her Monday venus despite it being technically covered."

"Well I admit her costume isn't easy fitting but she also has the figure to pull it off. most of us would look foolish or defective if we were to try to dress that way. Still no issue what she wears she's done a lot of good thing. Countless metre I've read in the newspaper publisher about her capturing some criminal or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my contention that her so called heroics are at best exaggeration to trade papers and more in all likelihood outright lie. If you dig deep you'd probably retrieve that she traded sexual favour with these reporter in order of magnitude for them to pen such codswallop so she could turn famous. No, scar my row, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving picture is the existent Batgirl - a degenerate tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fists as her anger grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old woman for after Barbara had been appointed straits librarian girl Peychaud had told anyone that would heed that fille Gordon was far too youthful and inexperient for such a province but it must be decent to let friend in high gear space. Barbara tried to remain tranquillize but as all the gall streamed out of Miss Peychaud's mouth she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to suffer with the design of giving the malicious viper a objet d'art of her psyche another librarian outburst into the room gasping for breath.

"young lady Gordon ! Come quickly, we have a problem !"

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

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

"calmness down Enid,"Barbara told her in a soothing look as she headed for the threshold,"and separate me as we walk. okay ?"

"Oh yes Miss Gordon, I'm sorry I get so sex. But when I became a librarian I didn't realize I'd be dealing with berth like this. I thought overdue program library books would be the pip thing I'd have to deal with."

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

"So like I was saying misfire Gordon there's a man using a data processor, but I think he's homeless person because his apparel are nasty and he smells really bad."

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

"No, that's not the real problem although another sponsor complained about that. So I went over there to enquire, and young woman Gordon he's watching smut on the program library computing machine with the book turned up all the way."

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

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

"Yes I'm sure."

With a determined aspect in her eye Barbara walked into the data processor elbow room while Enid joined by fille Peychaud and Mrs. Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could hear the tinny sounds of a woman moaning before she saw the man and Truth be told her raw nose smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a recent case filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham City Criminal Liberties Union ) and settled by the metropolis that simply smelling or watching carbon black in the library weren't grounds enough for removal. Still she had to at least try to get him to modify his demeanor for the goodness of the other library users.

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

At the strait of her voice the man swiveled in his chair and faced her and it was clear from his appearance that he and bathing were alien. He was probably mediate aged but he was so dirty and unkempt that it was hard to secernate for sure. The man was on the stocky side with longish, greasy hair's-breadth and an unshaven face while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for gold. On seeing the imagination of feminine loveliness before him he grabbed his fork while leering up at her.

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

Her retort died on her lips as her centre took in the adult female on silver screen who was the receiver of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her yearning eubstance as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple hard cocks filling every pickle. 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 estimator screen and the man's bulging groin,"was that you could register some retainer for your fellow subroutine library sponsor. Could you perhaps work the intensity down or use the provide earpiece so as not to raise up 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 nose wrinkling in disgust from the smell of decaying tooth intermingled with tawdry gin."So you won't reconsider then ?"

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

Without saying another Book Barbara turned on her heel and retreated and as she did she could find his eyes staring at her toned legs and butt the whole metre. She didn't pause but strode past the other bibliothec and continued to the strawman desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the phone she dialed as the early librarians clucked like a flock of hens.

"Yes, Gotham City law section. I'm calling from the main branch of the Gotham City program library where we're having a bit of a problem with someone. Could you please charge 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 link in this case its justified,"Miss Peychaud sniffed.

"Well Miss Peychaud while I'm so pleased to receive your approval I've used no link. I didn't credit my name or my father nor do I program to. The fact is though this person may view whatever material he wants on the computing machine there are other agent which I'll head out to the police when they arrive which should ask tending of this problem, at least for today."

True to her word Barbara spoke to the responding officers and accompanied them to the computer room. When the man saw them he immediately began to dissent loudly about his right field when the aged of the two officers cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to convince some shed blood affection judge but I don't tutelage. At the least I can charge you with sot and disorderly and throw you in the tankful until you're sober. And if you give me a hard time then I'll bearing you with lewd and lewd conduct and who is the jurist going to believe - a part of human garbage like you or a Henry Sweet Pres Young cleaning woman like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and leave not only this depository library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just leave you have rights. Now move !"

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

Sighing in relief she thought they'd want to receive the janitor disinfect the president before it could be used again. She adjacent turned her aid to the computing device with the intention of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself ineffectual to. Barbara did manage to dampen the volume but for the side by side five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving group of ‘ actors'double penetrated the offspring woman.

It was only when she felt her own secretions start trickling past her pantie and down her thigh that she moved. Turning off the monitor she headed to her office where she took the precaution of locking the door before pulling up her doll and sitting with branch spreading wide. Since her dildo was back at base Barbara had to improvise 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 convention in the nation's capital letter and was shaped like the Washington Monument.

Barbara's agile pink tongue first licked the methamphetamine hydrochloride paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her panties to the position exposing her juicy pussycat. Carefully she inserted it between her pink crushed lips and as it slid inside it made a spongy audio. Barbara was so aroused already that this was enough to spark off an orgasm though she was far from satiated. She waited until her purulent muscle spasm lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, hungry hole.

Putting one foot up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her judgment flashbacked to the images she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her achieve another orgasm within a few second it wasn't enough. Using her liberal hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could pick off her erect tit while continuing to fuck herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

Closing her optic she allowed her graphic imagination to guide over and if her fellow bibliothec had known what perverted intellection she was imagining they would suffer been dumbfounded. For in her mind she replayed what had just transpired in the computer room with a far different effect. At the decimal point where she had turned to provide Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the shank and pushing her down face first onto the board. His dirty hand pulled up her annulus and yanked down her step-in and seconds later he rammed his hard cock into her.

In her phantasy he was relentless, pounding her compressed pinkness knockout and fast while yanking back on her hair until her neck muscles were taut. His other paw pinched and slapped her firm backside as he continued thrusting balls deep making her cry out with pleasure.

"Yes, impart it to me ! Please don't plosive !"Barbara gasped as her own mitt drove her close and closer until she let out a low, guttural moan as she came like gangbusters.

It took a few minutes for her to convalesce her equilibrium after her massive orgasm at which distributor point her hand released her attender breast 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 plaza on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

Standing on shaky legs Barbara fixed her wear before opening a window to air out her office for the reckless scent of female luxuria was overpowering. After that she returned to work and was able-bodied 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 mangle costume from her rented garage and set about mending it. Perhaps revolutionize by her now increased libido she did make some change to it however. Where previously it had been a one piece skintight jumpsuit, with a slide fastener in the binding, she turned it into two patch.

The top plane section she simply hemmed at the waist leaving the zip intact while also hemming the top of the butt section and of course of instruction mending what sections Harley and the jokester had cut. That allowed the stern 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 triumphant return of Batgirl it was fate that decided matter for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Sat three weeks after the Joker incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment building after a long run. She had been exercising Sir Thomas More and more in the hope that tiring herself out might lessen or at least blunt her sex drive with little results to show for it. Despite her running a long distance than pattern she felt hornier than ever with her pussy wetter than the rest of her perspiration soaked soundbox. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to circle the block as a cool down.

Now much as Barbara's apartment building had an bowling alley on one English as well as behind it so did many of the other apartment buildings in the region. It was while passing such an alley around the corner from her place that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the vista in the library loitering about while imbibition from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory fantasy, in real spirit she had no desire to get within ten feet of him so she continued jogging.

Still even after returning to her flat it troubled her that he was about her neighborhood. At the least he was a drunken pain and she suspected if given half a chance he might do some material devilry. Because of that Barbara decided to forgo putting on the air conditioning despite the summer high temperature and instead opened her window before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just conjunction Barbara soon heard a disruption as she drank down the thick drink. Peering out her kitchen windowpane she saw the conversant bum gesticulating wildly while making crude and obscene commentary. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a woman by what he was saying. Under pattern setting she probably would give birth phoned the police force 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 library or all her pent up foiling from the past few hebdomad's outcome but Barbara had reached her breaking power point. Sprinting to her bedroom she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in record book meter. No sooner had she slipped the wig and masque on her head then she was slithering out her bedroom window, fastening the cape once she reached the alley.

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

The little girl must have been cutting through the alley on her return when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. much as in the library he was fondling his crotch while she appeared suspend with fear and ineffectual to move. There is no telling what would take in happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that instant he seized the wrist of the young adult female while brandishing a boxcutter in the other hand. 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 suffering you,"he ordered as he let go of her so he could frown his zipper though he never got the chance.

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

He whirled around and saw her standing five substructure away with her gloved hands on her hips, her replete, red backtalk curled in a half smile.

"Batgirl ! Didn't the Joker put you in your station 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 genitals."After seeing your video I'm guessing it's gon na be my hard cock."

"fountainhead why don't you come close 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 rampart against her back. He inched closer holding the blade before him when without warning she struck. Her beef was so fast that the weapon system was knocked from his now dull helping hand before he realized it while the next one connected solidly with his midriff forcing his breather out with a gasp. The coup de grace she uncharacteristically delivered with her fist, striking the reeling man on his jaw so hard he was sent sprawling onto the alley pavement.

The next affair Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au pair was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a mo Batgirl couldn't move as the closeness of the Scandinavian language overwhelmed her senses. The young cleaning lady smelled like summer strawberries and wilderness heyday and her flabby, epicurean trunk felt same heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the patch she was under enough to speak.

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

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

"Umm, Inga, if you have a phone with you could you call the constabulary ?"Batgirl asked though she was ineffectual to look into the young woman's ice blueing centre as she did so, afraid the au yoke would be able to see the lustful thought she was thinking about her.

"Yes, I have mobile speech sound. I call 911, no ?"

"That's right Inga,"Batgirl replied as she checked on the condition of the manque rapist.

He was still conscious though very groggy and it took but a minute for Batgirl to roll him onto his stomach and insure his hands with a ziptie she removed from a pouch on her usefulness belt. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her headphone and smiled at her before making certain her young charge was okay. The toddler had managed to slumber through all the excitation and had a peaceful smiling on his cherubic face. After satisfying herself that he was fine Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

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

Batgirl swallowed grueling for though she could feel Inga's heart pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heat from her full, shapely breast even through her baseball mitt. Once Batgirl's hand was pressed to her big bosom Inga sighed and closed her eyes while holding it in place until Batgirl felt her own warmness rate quicken.

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

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

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

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

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

"This bad man,"Inga said gesturing toward the bum on the flat coat,"he seize me and going to try to do bad affair to me when she come from nowhere and save me."

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

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

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

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

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

As officeholder Muldoon took down Inga's statement his partner was dragging the assailant up to his feet and moving him to the police car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a small crowd of onlooker had gathered and even sorry was that there were many people watching from windowpane in the surrounding edifice. How on earth would she be capable to get back to her own apartment undetected with all these commentator she wondered.

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

"okeh, thank you. I will Officer."

She had started to move toward the pram 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 on the lip while slipping something into her hand.

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

The crowd had burst into cheerfulness at the little show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the entrance of the edifice. Batgirl on the early hand stood there with her side as red as a beet and she didn't know what her next move should be when she realized an officer was speaking to her.

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

Seeing an out to scarper the site about returning home Batgirl nodded in agreement to the proffer. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

"Since that dirtbag is in the back nates why don't you ride in the strawman with us. It might be a little push but better than being with the trash."

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the backside with officer Muldoon following and while it was a snug fit it was certainly substantially than the option. Officer James Whitcomb Riley was using the police radiocommunication to report they were on their way back with a defendant and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the nominal head of the patrol car gave Batgirl a touch sensation of nostalgia from when she was a missy and rode on occasion with her sire and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying close attention so when police officer James Whitcomb Riley had to turn back short due to a traffic light changing she was caught off guard. Officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his pull up stakes hand shot out to stabilize himself and wound 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 exact his hand did move but it began creeping higher up her leg while stroking it softly. Initially Batgirl felt unsure of what to say or do about this. On one hand he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an intimate fashion and to cause thing worse he had a Au wedding band on his fingerbreadth so he must be married. But on the former hand she was very hornlike and his hand felt so good as it climbed higher.

devising her decision she spread her thigh wider allowing his hand memory access to her covered pitcher. When the car stopped at the succeeding red light Officer James Whitcomb Riley's mitt began to fondle her other leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her second joint. During all this no one wheel spoke and Batgirl focused her center straight ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary 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 senior high though not dry. After first removing the prisoner they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

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

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

He escorted her to an unoccupied interview room and once they were inside he closed the doorway behind them. The room contained four metallic element chairs and a mesa and after the summer heating system outside the chilled air felt particularly cold against Batgirl's skin. The cop produced a pen and a slice of paper before sitting down and she followed suit.

"Just publish 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 trying to get comfy but whether due to the hard, cold metal or her combustion pussycat she was unsuccessful.

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

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

He nodded in answer before standing then moving side by side to her where he leaned down so he could translate it. As he did he rested a deal on her shoulder joint and when she said null 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 breasts her nipple were hard from the air conditioning and his warm pinch only stimulated them further.

In response her left hand reached across her body until it came into contact with Officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his turning to puff when she started massaging his gibbousness through the textile of his uniform pants as his erection swelled larger. She swiveled around in the chair so that she had better access to what she wanted and though this caused him to bring out her breast with what she was doing it was more than a fair trade off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one hired hand continued rubbing his cock while the former handwriting began unfastening his trousers. Only then did she impress her deal off his swelling but just so she could use both hands to jerk down his bloomers and pugilist. She giggled with delight when his toilsome cock sprang up after being released but it had only a few sec of freedom before she took it into her warm, inviting mouth.

She took him to the cover of her rima oris in one smooth motion before pulling back until only his egotistic head remained inside. Batgirl's tongue swirled around it, licking the read/write head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a minute Batgirl began taking him cryptical while continuing to use her quick natural language on his throbbing cock. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his Lucille Ball, adding to his pleasure and if thing had continued like this for much longer he may have cum sooner than he wished. But just then the doorway opened and Officer Riley slipped inside the audience room.

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

James Whitcomb Riley wasted no time but rushed to place upright next to his partner as he fumbled with his undifferentiated pants. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's fixed pecker and as soon as James Whitcomb Riley's pants were undone her headspring swooped in. He was only partially set up but her hot mouth soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until Riley was at full mast, coating his member with her spittle before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the next few minutes Batgirl went back and Forth River between the two cops, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their thinker with lust. It was Officer Muldoon that switched things up, for right hand after she'd released his hammer and took his partner's he moved to the face of her. His deal 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 tit. While this took place Batgirl managed to save Riley's corpse dick in her sassing, though she had to momentarily claim her hand off his balls.

Officer Muldoon's lips then took her sensitive nipple into his oral fissure and sucked on it while his tongue ran back and Forth River over the erect nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a strangle moan as she continued sucking on James Whitcomb Riley's erection for all she was worth. After a minute of breast play Muldoon took his mouth away from her firm breast though his hand continued to tweak her nipple.

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

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

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her body so that she was standing in a bent over position which permitted Muldoon to lead off working on her bottoms. It wasn't easy as the material was cutis tight and he had to slowly roll it past her hips and derriere but with perseverance he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to await any longer he crouched behind her and buried his face in her succulent peach and due to her arousal it was instantly coated with her sweet juices.

Batgirl gasped as his natural language worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could turn over after which she began to sway her hips back and Forth River so that his spit was literally fucking her. His hands grabbed her hips as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her left hand reached back to pull on his hairsbreadth. During this she continued to slide her lips the length of James Whitcomb Riley's erecting prompting him to take her breast and squeeze it hard.

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

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his tongue from her love pot before standing. It took but a few seconds for him to draw his erection to her waiting fix and she was so wet he sank testicle deep with one thrust. After letting out a small 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 synchronize their crusade to an uncanny academic degree. As Muldoon's cock bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's vain question probed her throat as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both ends caused her to hold onto Riley's legs for dear spirit as she felt an orgasm building.

A few knife thrust later she was cumming on Muldoon's appendage, her juices seeping onto and past his driving stopcock. 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 meter. It wasn't that he didn't want to cum but he also wished to prolong the pleasure so after one more jab he pulled out of her tight, clenching pussy.

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

"Sign me up for that buddy,"James Whitcomb Riley replied as his cock slipped from her oral cavity with a string of saliva hanging down from it.

"If you're going to fuck me too then assist me onto the table first,"Batgirl told him as she straightened her lithe, acrobatic dead body up.

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

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

James Whitcomb Riley went right to work, first removing her high heeled boots before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her side at the sharpness of the table and raised her upper leg into the air. James Whitcomb Riley pulled her body to right where he wanted it before lining his cock up with her pussy. He rubbed it against her gusty lips and clitoris for a bit, doing his best to tease her but Batgirl was having none of that.

Her gloved hand reached down and wrapped around the beam just below the head and brought it to her possible action before guiding it inside her mouth. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her pussy he surrendered to it and slid late inside her wet folds. Now that Riley was where she wanted she turned her attention back to Muldoon who was standing nearby slowly stroking his erection.

"officer Muldoon my little mouth is so vacuous. Do you bed of anything hard and tasty to replete it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her human face and slid his rooster between her parted sassing and he didn't diaphragm until his wiry pubic hair was brushing against the flabby skin of her impudence. She made a ripple sound as her throat was pierced by his invading fellow member though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to pull him deeper.

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his wide cock, using short, sinewy thrusts. His hand brought her bare pes to his mouth allowing him to absorb on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the like fourth dimension. This double teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his rigid shaft from her mouth.

"Hey lets exchange places again pal. I don't think I can last a great deal prospicient and I'd really like to feel her sweet slit again before I lose it."

James Whitcomb Riley made a face for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a good partner he consented to the request after a mates more rapid ticker of his pelvis. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl's eubstance around so that she was bland on her rachis and lying widthwise across the board. Because of that her top dog now hung upside down beyond the tabular array allowing her to easily deep pharynx his erection which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her stage high in the air with knees bended bringing them near Riley's grimace. He took the bait and began to kiss and lick them enthusiastically while continuing to tickle her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to last as long as potential didn't penetrate her snatch at first but instead slid his shaft along her wet furrow. While this felt goodness to them both, especially to Batgirl each meter his helmet head collided with her clit, it also allowed him some meter to settle down a bit. Even when he did enrol inside her gates of paradise he went slower than he desired in order to protract his pleasure.

However despite his best efforts her mean pussy brawn soon had him on the edge of orgasm again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too of late. Breathing deeply he slapped his hard meat against her sonant pussy a few time before again jamming it back inside her. His men grabbed her ass cheeks as he started to Irish punt her as hard and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley's pegleg to stabilize herself as they speared her from both ends. Riley was holding her feet and kissing them while fucking her facial expression and with each push his globe 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 edge.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's consistence tensed as his orchis sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl's pharynx was flooded with his deep ejaculate. All she could do was swallow up down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing cock until no more came. Gasping for breather he pulled his member from her backtalk but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her hand grabbed the pecker and held it by her red sass allowing her knife to bat his raw headland making him moan loudly.

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

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

Riley whose body had been facing in the counselling of the doorway had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent cock 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 his disclose member.

For his constituent Muldoon had partially turned his body in the direction of the voice which resulted in his cock slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to flash drops of ovalbumin liquidness love. All he could do under the luck was stand there while his sperm splattered against the rachis of her thigh as top dog O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the vicinity to see what was taking place chief O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview way closing the room access behind him before addressing his officers.

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

Neither man could reply to his remark for both were too embarrassed to even reckon his way but instead they cast their shamed centre on the tile floor.

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

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

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

Without saying another word both pig finished fastening their drawers before exiting the room leaving the Chief alone with Batgirl. During the time the top dog had chastened his officeholder Batgirl had rolled off the board and landed catlike on her marginal feet. As she silently stood there she could feel Muldoon's cum sliding down her leg yet even under the strange condition she still wasn't satisfied and craved more. Her hope of an additional bout with the two cops had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to give up yet. Not when there was still another man in the room so she next turned her tending to headman O'Hara.

"I want to justify to you foreman for putting you in such a difficult spatial relation. I don't know what I was thinking in going along with their suggestion,"she said batting her lash at him while moving skinny to the big Irish cop.

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

While speaking to her his eyes darted around wildly in an effort to not look at her nearly nude body but being a man he fell well short of this goal. The fact that she'd moved right in front of him as he spoke and actually put her gloved paw against his uniform jacket only made things more difficult for the chief despite his in force intentions.

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

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually garrulous lawman found he was speechless. Now while he was ineffective to verbally verbalise himself another constituent of his organic structure was making its opinion known. For as they stood there a prominent bulge was growing ever bigger in his uniform pant until the Chief worried the seams might burst.

"Oh I see I have my resolution,"Batgirl said with a giggle when she noticed the expanding collapsible shelter in his gasp."Would you care some help with that Chief ?"

As she asked her gloved paw touched the swelling swelling causing the boss to shudder with desire. Even though his lust was making thinking difficult he attempted one more fourth dimension to do the honorable thing.

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

He then tried to adjust her yellow mantle so it would traverse her truehearted breasts in the hope that the out of sight, out of thinker principle might help oneself but as he moved the framework his hand brushed across her erect nipple. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her hand fondled his groin with More importunity and just like that he was lost. His hand groped her white meat while his other arm circled her waist pulling her sexy body even closer to his. Bending down his mouth found hers and they exchanged a passionate candy kiss, their natural language engaging in a spirited wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took bidding of the spot. Her work force pushed his beefy torso backwards until he collided with a chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no clip but straddled his sit trunk before sitting on his lap making him moan with pent up desire. One of her hands took her breast while the former took off the Chief's hat and dropped it onto the table before pushing his head word toward her bosom.

Needing no further counseling the Chief began to suck on her breast enthusiastically, trying to fit as a lot of the pinnace flesh into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her waspish waist while his discharge handwriting moved upward to conduct handle of her unattended boob. His duncish thumb and forefinger pinched the raise nipple sending signal to both her mental capacity and pussy.

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

For the next few min she gave him an enthusiastic lap dance while foreman O'Hara continued sucking on her sore mammilla until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her hired man on his shoulders she stood up before taking a stair back. Looking down she felt a here and now's embarrassment on seeing the big wet position she'd left on his trousers but she also saw the large protuberance that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly undid his belt and trouser and he helped by lifting his ass off the electric chair allowing her to get out his pant down to his knee. She smiled when she first saw his big shaft standing up straight and gear up for action. The mind was large and red with pre-cum already leaking from the slit while the shaft was thickheaded and conceited with vein twisting around it.

Her bridge player circled the substructure as she bent down until her oral fissure 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 rima oris wide and a second later Batgirl engulfed the bulb-shaped 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 orotund dick as would fit into her thirsty mouth. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely flow down the tool until it was soaked and slippery. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted no advance clock time but pulled her mouth off him though she kept her bridge player firmly around the wide of the mark base.

She again straddled his sitting word form and lowered her own body while guiding his peter right field where she desired. They moaned in unison as his dense fellow member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't arrest until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a moment to let her body to adjust for though head O'Hara wasn't longer than his policeman he was certainly thicker.

While sitting like that with his shaft buried inside her Batgirl couldn't assistance but reflect on how you could never figure out this nutcase, wonderful world or predict what would happen in it. Back when she was a female child she had innocently bounced on top dog O'Hara's knee and now, well she was on the same lap but there was nada innocent about it.

Placing her hands on his broad shoulders she began to bounce up and down on his fat rooster while making for sure to lean forward so her breasts were within range of his back talk. The honcho didn't disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her protruding nipple and lightly bit it. At the Saame time his unattackable hands grabbed hold of her toned ass buttock and squeezed them.

"Oh yes !"she whispered into his ear."That's it. Uhhnn, tactile property so in force with your big prick in me !"

He didn't reply for he preferred to use his mouth to continue to suck and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her affirmation for he'd never felt a tighter pussy. Her interior muscles squeezed his swollen erection like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable spirit. As she moved on him his workforce reached up and took hold of her yellowed utility belt. Once he had a unshakable grip on it he used it to pull her down hard onto his dick before she would rise up again and this sequence was repeated over and over again.

They were so caught up in what they were doing that neither was aware that another person had quietly entered the way. The number 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 fixated on her toned and perfectly shaped buttocks to the expulsion of all else. vision from the yesteryear flooded his mind as he remembered another derriere just as perfect that he had never forgotten or gotten over losing.

Before he even realized what he was doing Commissioner King James Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing cock to escape the confines of his dress morass. Spitting onto his hand he began to stroke himself in fourth dimension to her social movement until his erection had reached its full dimensions at which metre he moved toward her with only one thing on his mind, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no matter the consequences.

The first Batgirl was cognisant that someone else was in the room was when she felt something hot and hard touch her ass buttock as it attempted to enter her puckered backdoor. Due to her consistence's movement it was ineffective to gain access code however. Before she had a luck to react she heard a familiar voice that shook her to the core of her being, freezing her muscular tissue as if they were paralyzed while causing her mind to go numb from the unexpected shock.

"wellspring Chief, I can see what's delayed you and I can't say I blame you. Would you beware doing your old friend a favor ? I'm having a bit of trouble slipping into Batgirl's beautiful seat. Could you spread her ass so I can present some old school way sodomy."

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

"Certainly not headman,"he replied before spitting a heavy gob of spit onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter,"among honest friends like us there can be no secrets or embarrassment. If two old chums can't contribution a woman what's this human beings coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his bombastic mushroom head against her rumple hole which slowly yielded to the insistent pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal ring and even though her first off defense lawyers was breached he found her ass so tight he had to pause momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some ascendency of her faculties but all she managed to do under the sordid circumstances was to bury her face against Chief O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his forte Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick extremity further into her tight ass and though it resisted the intrusion he persevered as inch after column inch slowly disappeared inside her back channel. Only after he had buried his full-of-the-moon length in Batgirl's loot deep did Commissioner Gordon stop and that was so that he could fully taste the sensation. Taking a deep hint he then slid most of his rooster out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a mute groan from his disguise daughter's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the headman started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her close hollow to the rim with hard cock. In less than two minutes head O'Hara could palpate himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulus of Batgirl's incredibly tight pussy on him was the feeling of the Commissioner's driving cock on the other side of her pussy membrane. His look turned red and his chest heaved as heaven on land beckoned.

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

Aware that his Quaker was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until Chief O'Hara had finished discharging and his crimson font had regained its formula color. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl's shank and holding her tightly he straightened his body up while pulling her with him. This caused the Chief's spent cock to slip out of Batgirl's cunt as her torso rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, half carried her limp body to the board where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening foreman O'Hara had removed his hanky which he used to pick 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 office in instance something happens and I have a belief it's going to be a while before I get back there. I'm going to enjoy fucking Batgirl's ass for as long as I can manage."

Putting his words into action Commissioner Gordon began to slide his erection in and out of her at a leisurely pace. He went dainty and slow, reveling as each inch went into her besotted back door until his balls would play her wet petty pussy at which clip he would lift instruction until only the tip of his cock remained inside her rumple trap. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her breasts, hands and side resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her unknowing father.

Despite her placid exterior Barbara's judgement was in turmoil as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was untimely she knew, for fathers and daughter weren't supposed to charter in sexual congress and yet to her dishonour contribution of her wanted it to continue. It felt so good and where was the hurt she reasoned. He didn't make it was his own girl for he'd never shown an intimation of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their interactions. To sustain him finish might actually stir his suspicion that something wasn't right wing about the post and since he was only using her ass there was no fortune of an incestuous baby resulting from the forbidden act.

So though she still had distrust Barbara decided the best line of action was to let things proceed and enjoy herself to the full but to never let it befall again. Having made her decision she concluded that there was only one additional matter that would clear the factual act more enjoyable.

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

"Certainly Batgirl, ask me anything you like,"he replied as he buried his wide prick 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 bum.

On hearing the dubiousness his eyes lit up with a perverted gleaming that virtually who knew the observe commissioner of police had never seen or would have expected to. Reaching into the sack of his suit jacket his hand emerged with a pair of sheeny bracelets.

"I have just what you need here Batgirl. Old habits die hard and though I'm now the commissioner I've never forgotten how I started out as a simple patrolman. Consequently I always carry cuff and a detective especial 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 carpus but instead of attaching the former his paw grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her physical structure upright.

"Though I would never do this with an factual suspect I think it makes more sensation to cuff your hands in battlefront of you Batgirl. I have the notion they'll do you more upright there, you may find a use for them."

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

"I want you to kneel on this hot seat sideways Batgirl. It will probably be well-to-do to move one leg at a time."

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chairman's placement so that her nous and shoulders could just reach the table with her bent at the waistline. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to have intercourse her again, this fourth dimension with more force so that each prison term he bottomed out she let out a piddling whimper. This caused him to smile as he savored the feeling of her tight ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

"looseness with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a good little slut. That's rightfulness, finger your little twat while I use your hot ass."

His hands held her hips as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his strong member forward again. By this clip Batgirl had inserted three finger from one hand into her sopping pussy while the power finger from her other hand was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her idea Batgirl kept thinking ‘ Fuck me daddy, fuck my ass'over and over again as she neared orgasm. Seconds later she let out a meretricious cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his piece Commissioner Gordon's mind was in two places at once. portion of him was in the here and now, enjoying the quite a little, smelling, sound and most importantly the feeling of Batgirl's perfect ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering standardized 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 daughter was born that the doctor had advised the distich to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the hard giving birth. At the time he had been in his sexual blossom, always horny and insatiable and it had been hard for him to desist and to his proud brain masturbation was not a executable option.

So at first gear they had practiced oral sex but her acquirement weren't up to the chore of satisfying him multiple metre each day. She'd been the one to first advise the option and he had readily agreed, no question inspired by her incredible derriere. He had gone slow and easy the outset metre in order to not smart 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 hand had immediately taken to it like a fish to water. The only reason he hadn't initially revealed how often he enjoyed it was due to her tepid reaction. But each additional fourth dimension he sodomized her ass the pleasure increased and the more he wanted to until it became an obsession. It was after she recovered and was able to engage in formula intercourse again that things began to unravel.

He just didn't enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving orgasm was becoming more difficult. She had opposed his attempt to use her ass and a watershed grew between them. After that it was only a matter of time until other takings reared their head and ultimately they separated. A match 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 live up to him the same way his ex's had for that short sentence and he'd never found it. The respectable women he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to fulfill his unnatural desires forcing him to take extreme measures. So on rarefied occasions when he couldn't take it anymore the respected public handmaid had traveled to Atlantic metropolis where he had engaged the services of professional person escorts to satisfy his anal sex compulsion.

Such actions had always gone against the texture of his sterling character for he hated to break the law, even if not in his own city and a victimless criminal offence, but he could only dissent the powerful urges for so foresighted before something had to give. And now for the number one meter since his divorce he'd seemingly found the consummate substitute in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her service program belt 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 parting hearing her cum was the final stalk as he buried his hammer as cryptic as it could go. second gear later he erupted, irrigating her bowel with a torrent of thick, blanched cum. His soundbox trembled and his heart raced as he experienced the joy he'd been vainly searching for all those lost years.

Gasping for breathing spell he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the easily way to convert her to score this a steady occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum cook to emerge so he squeezed right below his tumefy cockhead to help it on its way. As it fell his hand had continued pulling on her utility belt and the final drop of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's centre narrowed for right next to the white, liquid pearl was a classifiable birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl's utility program belt before but now lay exposed.

EPILOGUE

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed high-pitched and higher toward the peak of fleshly pleasure when one final lap pushed her to the summit meeting. She paused there an flash before soaring even higher as she floated on waves of orgasmic bliss toward intimate nirvana. Her unanimous body felt at one with the universe as she let out a identification number of drawn out moan reflecting the grand enjoyment she was feeling. Though her center were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic curtain of colors and Christ Within and she felt her toes kink inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an infinity in paradise she drifted back down to worldly concern. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga's head nestled between her parted thigh. The au pair was still licking her succulent, juicy stunner though now at a slower pace with an occasional brightness level kiss to Batgirl's inside thigh.

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

"Yes Inga. Words can't express how much I'm enjoying it, you have a very talented oral fissure. But you must halt for a minute."

"But why ? I want to lick you until my natural language is too wear down to motivate. You deserve it and your pussy taste sensation so practiced to me."

"Because I said so,"Batgirl said as with an try she managed to raise her upper body to an upright status,"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 hired man and knees.

She crawled forward until Batgirl could take her pass with both hands at which prison term she kissed the Swedish beauty. Their sass moved against each other's and Batgirl could try out herself on Inga. Their glossa next skid inside the other's sass where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and faint with desire.

When the kiss ended Inga attempted to move back down but Batgirl had other plans. Using a judo move she flipped the larger girl onto her back after which she maneuvered her thigh so they were astride Inga's head then lowered her own body so they were in a sixty-nine position. Inga wasted no fourth dimension 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 petite and pink it appeared as her tongue sampled Inga for the starting time clock time. Finding the taste to her liking Batgirl's tongue burrowed mystifying inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could progress to. She swirled it around for a time causing Inga to lift her pelvic girdle off the bed in an endeavor to allow Batgirl's glossa to penetrate even rich. After a niggling while Batgirl slid her lingua out but only so she could lick Inga's erect little clitoris instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a strangle moan for it felt as if live electrical energy was coursing from there across her all anxious system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger inside Inga's tight pussy and started to frig her which triggered a serial of orgasms with each more intense than the conclusion until the Swedish au couple was left shakiness and gasping from an excess of pleasure. During this Batgirl had not let up but continued licking and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blonde had been forced to cry out for relief.

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

While not believing that anything she was doing could prove fatal Batgirl sympathized with the missy after what she had herself suffered at the hand of the jokester so she ceased her licking. Due to the pussy muscularity spasms Inga was having Batgirl was unable to bump off her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a couple of minutes Inga had recovered enough that she was able-bodied to squirm out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a little while, I think. Then we can have 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 matter to me as well. I just want to bring you delight, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to return favour and it was too much for my poor spunk. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her busty body on the mattress with a contented smile on her grimace. The smile got tumid when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her dissemble head on Inga's ample bosom and placing her gloved hand on top of her wispy, gold scroll. The two remained like that for a light time and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her finger's breadth crept down a few in and began to circulate Inga's still vertical clit while her mouth took the Brassica napus napobrassica's pap inside and sucked on it.

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

"All right Inga but you better do it now because I can't help myself. You are too aphrodisiacal for me to hold back my hands and lips off for long."

"Thank you for saying so, I feel same for you. Never have I felt so, what Book you Americans use, so horny for any other lady friend, not even my friend Helga back house who teach me about girl love. You lie on back and I show you estimable time."

No Sooner had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into position. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's thigh until they were spread wide-cut after which she spun her own consistence around so their heads were pointed in diametrical counselling. With a terrible smile she rolled onto her side and entwined her legs with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvises were brushing against each other's.

Taking a bass breathing time Inga grabbed Batgirl's bare thigh then asked"Are you cook ?"

The second Batgirl nodded Inga began to grind her wet pussy against Batgirl's, sending moving ridge of pleasure throughout both their torso. It didn't take Batgirl long to capture on, for almost immediately she followed suit of clothes as the two bumped slit until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the first to cum though Batgirl was confining behind and Inga was still in the throes of climax when Batgirl joined her.

This didn't slow them any but only whetted their appetite for more climax so they continued their scissoring move, their smooth out legs and wet pussies writhing against the early. Finally after multiple sexual climax Inga shifted her position so she was no longer lying down but good though her legs were still entwined with Batgirl's. She continued bumping muffs while also grinding on Batgirl's leg until with a loud cry her trunk fell forward onto Batgirl.

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

A shortstop time later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the crime fighter was pulling on her pants that the swedish turnip acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the seance masked vigilante while looking up at her with a pleading expression.

"Please wait Batgirl, one Sir Thomas More party favour I beg of you though after all you've done for me already I have no right to ask…"

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

"One last buss to remember me by, please."

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

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

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

"Oh I want to but I didn't daring to dream we see each early again. So then this be kiss well Nox, okay ?"

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her arms around Batgirl's legs just in type she changed her head and tried to leave. She then kissed her right hand on her wet, puffy puss lips. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French candy kiss of a sorting, with Inga's nimble knife sliding between her pussy lips. At the same time the au pair's nose connected with Batgirl's clit stimulating her further.

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

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

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

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

Without saying another intelligence Batgirl sprang out the window onto the fire leakage. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the land. Looking up she gave a wave before disappearing into the back street. Coming to her own window a arcminute later she slid it open without a speech sound before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the windowpane she was about to move out her mask when she noticed there was light streaming into her dark sleeping accommodation from around the edges of the door though she knew no visible light had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the threshold she listened and after a moment she heard what sounded corresponding quiet respiration. Not knowing what to expect she inched the door open and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the keep way she could see the sitting soma of a man with his book binding to her. Just as she reached the threshold of the living way a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her rush and the trope started.

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

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END