The caper's On Batgirl
( The Sequel to The joker's On Batgirl )
By rutger5 copyright 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the sound bag with one final stir of lick but like all previous elbow grease it left her feeling somehow unsated. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the dirty bin before heading for the gym loss. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her alabaster skin than the steaming gym interior had but it didn't cause Barbara to change her plans.

After a quick stretch of her tone quadriceps she took off along the business district Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five miles and thirty five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her flat building. A short while later after showering Barbara ate her lonesome dinner then settled onto the frame with a book of account. Despite her expert efforts to study she soon found her mind drifting to other weightier subjects.

Two class persuasion occupied her intelligent psyche to the exclusion of all else. The initiatory was whether she could ever adopt the mantelpiece of Batgirl again. For ever since that fateful Nox when the joker and his gang had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was unsure what to do. The fact that she had faced almost general curse from the metropolis she had risked life and limb for legion prison term fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally strong enough to bear on being a masked crime hero.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a orphic aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was captive her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and cipher seemed to assist. Cumming only made it spoiled and she'd been forced to carry extra duet of sensible, white cotton pantie with her at all time so she could change when they became hock from her plentiful and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a single bar ( while disguised in a blond wig and sunglasses ) with the purpose of picking up a stranger for anon. 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 settlings of humanity were present. So she had settled for visiting a squalid sex shop in Gotham's red-light territory instead, purchasing a big, naturalistic dildo that resembled a cock with balls.

It had received numerous physical exertion in the short fourth dimension she'd owned it and while it helped to replete a void it wasn't the Same as a warm, human body. What was bad was that each orgasm it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd become an ungovernable nymphomaniac and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to call on back the clock. She would drift off into an ill at ease slumber after hour of onanism, her dildo slick with her own juices lying beside her, only to wake the next cockcrow as horny as ever. She had begun to get dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and it was only her attainment with make-up that prevented others from noticing.

Making topic tough was that expanse in her biography that would own comforted her in the past or been a post of recourse 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 excuse and he hadn't pressed the issue.

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

Unlike many he had given a public statement in reinforcement of Batgirl in the backwash, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the right affair and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way responsible. All his remaining muscularity had been directed at trying to cross down the Joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the face of the globe and there wasn't even a rumor of his localisation in Gotham's netherworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no solacement at work for like most station in Gotham urban center the Batgirl TV was the main topic of conversation with most librarian weighing in ( in hushed tone of voice, of course of study ) on the controversial and salacious issue. The most hateful comments came from fille Peychaud, a prune faced, acid spinner of the old schoolhouse whose greatest pleasures in life consisted of scolding children who spoke too loudly and maligning any womanhood more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine percent of the distaff population.

"Why she's nothing but a common tart and rounder,"she hissed to Mrs. Jones, an owlish and genial fellow bibliothec, as the women took their break inside the faculty couch one amercement summer afternoon.

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

"Oh please, dispense with me. Even before her squalid behavior was exposed for all to see it was knit to me that she had the ethics of an alley cat in heating. 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 doubt that if one were to depend closely one could see every detail of her mons venus despite it being technically covered."

"wellspring I admit her costume isn't idle adjustment but she also has the digit to pull it off. almost of us would front foolish or sorry if we were to try to lop that way. Still no matter what she wears she's done a lot of good affair. Countless sentence I've read in the newspaper about her capturing some felon or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my contention that her so called heroics are at best hyperbole to trade newspaper publisher and more likely outright lies. If you dig deep you'd probably find that she traded sexual party favor with these reporters in order for them to write such tripe so she could become far-famed. No, mark my words, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving picture is the real Batgirl - a deviate tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fists as her angriness grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old woman for after Barbara had been appointed head librarian young lady Peychaud had told anyone that would listen that Miss Gordon was far too young and inexperienced for such a duty but it must be decent to have Friend in luxuriously places. Barbara tried to remain calm but as all the bile streamed out of Miss Peychaud's mouth she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to stand with the intention of giving the malicious viper a objet d'art of her mind another librarian volley into the room gasping for breath.

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

"Yes Enid, what's the matter ?"Barbara asked, forgetting about everything else when she saw the trouble etched on the Junior librarian's face.

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

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

"Oh yes young woman Gordon, I'm sorry I get so mad. But when I became a librarian I didn't realize I'd be dealing with situations like this. I thought overdue library Holy Scripture would be the worst matter I'd have to deal with."

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

"So like I was saying missy Gordon there's a man using a computer, but I think he's homeless because his clothes are cruddy 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 inquire, and Miss Gordon he's watching porno on the library computer with the bulk 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 flavor on her face she didn't want to.

"Yes I'm sure."

With a influence look in her eye Barbara walked into the computer room while Enid joined by girl Peychaud and Mrs. John Paul Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could hear the cheesy sounds of a fair sex moaning before she saw the man and trueness be told her sensible nose smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a late lawsuit filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham City Criminal impropriety Union ) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching obscenity in the subroutine library weren't reason enough for removal. Still she had to at least try to get him to change his behavior for the good of the early program library users.

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

At the phone of her voice the man swiveled in his chair and faced her and it was clear from his show that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably in-between aged but he was so dirty and unkempt that it was hard to tell for trusted. The man was on the compact side with longish, greasy hair and an unshaved grimace while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for gold. On seeing the vision of feminine beauteousness before him he grabbed his fork while leering up at her.

"Hey babe, you want some of what she's getting on screen ? 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 retort died on her lip as her eyes took in the cleaning lady on screen who was the recipient of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her yearning body as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple hard cocks filling every hole. For a moment she remained frozen until she regained her calm and cleared her throat.

"Umm, no thank you sir. What I was hoping,"she said while avoiding looking at both the computer silver screen and the man's bulging groin,"was that you could read some consideration for your fellow subroutine library supporter. Could you perhaps reverse the volume down or use the allow earphone so as not to interrupt others ?"

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

"Yes, your rights,"Barbara replied, her nose wrinkling in disgust from the olfactory property of decaying tooth intermingled with crummy gin."So you won't reconsider then ?"

"No but my offer still goes for you. If you're skillful or rather foul I'll give you a respectable fucking. What do you say young woman Prim and Proper ?"he asked while chuckling.

Without saying another word Barbara turned on her bounder and retreated and as she did she could feel his eyes staring at her intone wooden leg and border the wholly time. She didn't suspension but strode past the other librarians and continued to the strawman desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the phone she dialed as the other librarians clucked like a tidy sum of hens.

"Yes, Gotham city Police section. I'm calling from the main branch of the Gotham metropolis library where we're having a bit of a problem with someone. Could you please commit a patrol car here as soon as potential ? 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,"misfire Peychaud sniffed.

"well Miss Peychaud while I'm so please to receive your approval I've used no connexion. I didn't mention my figure or my beginner nor do I plan to. The fact is though this soul may view whatever stuff he wants on the computer there are other factors which I'll decimal point out to the police when they arrive which should take fear of this job, at least for today."

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

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to convince some phlebotomise warmness judge but I don't care. At the least I can level you with drunk and disorderly and bedevil you in the tank until you're sober. And if you give me a hard prison term then I'll charge you with lewd and lustful demeanour and who is the justice going to consider - a piece of human scraps like you or a sweet young womanhood like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and leave not only this subroutine 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 ministration she thought they'd need to have the janitor disinfect the chair before it could be used again. She next turned her attention to the calculator with the intent of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself unable to. Barbara did manage to mute the book but for the succeeding five proceedings she watched breathlessly while a revolving grouping of ‘ thespian'double penetrated the young woman.

It was only when she felt her own secretion start trickling past her panties and down her thigh that she moved. Turning off the monitor she headed to her office staff where she took the care of locking the door before pulling up her skirt and sitting with leg spread out widely. Since her dildo was back at menage Barbara had to ad-lib with what was useable. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the trick. It was a memento from when she had attended a bibliothec conventionalism in the nation's capital and was shaped like the Washington Monument.

Barbara's agile pink tongue first licked the glass paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her panties to the face exposing her juicy slit. Carefully she inserted it between her pink low-toned lips and as it slid inside it made a squishy sound. Barbara was so aroused already that this was sufficiency to trigger an orgasm though she was far from satiated. She waited until her pussy cramp 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 mind flashbacked to the images she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her achieve another orgasm within a few minutes it wasn't enough. Using her unloosen hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could pick off her erect mamilla while continuing to fuck herself with the dagger shaped paperweight.

Closing her eyes she allowed her vivid imagery to pick out over and if her fellow bibliothec had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would have been dumbfounded. For in her mind she replayed what had just transpired in the data processor room with a far unlike outcome. At the compass point where she had turned to leave Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waistline and pushing her downwards cheek first onto the table. His filthy handwriting pulled up her wench and yanked down her scanty and endorsement later he rammed his punishing dick into her.

In her fantasy he was relentless, pounding her fuddled pinkness hard and firm while yanking back on her hair until her cervix muscles were taut. His other hand pinched and slapped her firm backside as he continued thrusting chunk deep making her cry out with pleasure.

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

It took a few hour for her to recover her equilibrium after her monolithic orgasm at which stage her hand released her tender tit and she slid the chalk paperweight from her unthaw sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound fondness for the souvenir.

Standing on precarious legs Barbara fixed her wearable before opening a windowpane to air out her office for the wise aroma of female lust was overpowering. After that she returned to work and was able to take a leak it through the balance of the day without losing control condition again.

Though still undecided on whether she would ever get Batgirl again, Barbara had retrieved her mutilated costume from her rented garage and set about mending it. Perhaps exhort by her now increased libido she did do some alterations to it however. Where previously it had been a one art object skintight jump suit, with a zipper in the back, she turned it into two man.

The top plane section she simply hemmed at the waist leaving the zipper intact while also hemming the top of the bottom segment and of course mending what plane section Harley and the Joker had cut. That allowed the bottoms to be removed by rolling them off while leaving the top on. In fact after completing the revision she had lain in her bed sans bottoms with the ease of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking flood tide while watching it all spread in the mirror.

As for the triumphant income tax return of Batgirl it was fate that decided things for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three workweek after the jokester incident when Barbara was approaching her flat building after a long run. She had been exercising more and more in the Hope that tiring herself out might decrease or at least blunt her sex drive with short results to shew for it. Despite her running a longer space than normal she felt hornier than ever with her pussy wetter than the rest of her perspiration soaked body. Her step had slowed to a jog for she decided to circle the stop as a cool off down.

Now much as Barbara's flat edifice had an alleyway on one side of meat as well as behind it so did many of the other flat buildings in the neighborhood. It was while passing such an alley around the quoin from her abode that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the panorama in the library loitering about while drinking from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory illusion, in very life she had no desire to get within ten feet of him so she continued jogging.

Still even after returning to her apartment it troubled her that he was about her neighbourhood. At the least he was a drunken nuisance and she suspected if given half a probability he might do some very shenanigan. Because of that Barbara decided to forgo putting on the air conditioning despite the summer passion and instead opened her windows before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just coincidence Barbara soon heard a commotion as she drank down the fatheaded drinkable. Peering out her kitchen windowpane she saw the intimate bum gesticulating wildly while making crude and obscene comments. Though she was ineffective to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a adult female by what he was saying. Under normal condition she probably would have phoned the police while keeping an eye on the situation to make for 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 frustrations from the past few week's effect but Barbara had reached her breaking point. Sprinting to her sleeping accommodation she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in phonograph recording meter. No Oklahoman had she slipped the wig and masquerade on her fountainhead then she was slithering out her bedroom windowpane, fastening the cape once she reached the back street.

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

The girl must bear been cutting through the alley on her restoration when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. a good deal as in the library he was fondling his private parts while she appeared frosty with fear and ineffectual to move. There is no telling what would have happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that mo he seized the radiocarpal joint of the vernal charwoman while brandishing a boxcutter in the other hand. He dragged her away from the stroller and toward the dumpster.

"Now keep quietly girlie and do as you're told or I'll hurt you,"he ordered as he let go of her so he could bring down his slide fastener though he never got the chance.

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

He whirled around and saw her standing five groundwork away with her gloved helping hand on her pelvic arch, her wax, red sassing curled in a half smile.

"Batgirl ! Didn't the jokester put you in your place from what I saw ? Maybe you want some More of that, huh ? So what's it gon na be. This,"he said brandishing the razor tongue,"or maybe you want some of this ?"he told her holding his crotch."After seeing your video recording I'm guessing it's gon na be my concentrated cock."

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

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the rampart against her book binding. He inched closer holding the brand before him when without warning she struck. Her bang was so dissipated that the artillery was knocked from his now dull hand before he realized it while the next one connected solidly with his midsection forcing his breath out with a gasp. The coup d'etat 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 matter Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au pair was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a arcminute Batgirl couldn't move as the closeness of the Scandinavian overwhelmed her senses. The young woman smelled like summer strawberries and fantastic prime and her subdued, busty body felt the like paradise to Batgirl but finally she broke the spell she was under enough to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the Thomas Young cleaning lady answered as she reluctantly released her saviour though she remained so closemouthed that Batgirl could still finger her lovesome breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a sound with you could you call the police ?"Batgirl asked though she was unable to look into the immature fair sex's ice blue eyes as she did so, afraid the au pair would be able to see the libidinous thoughts she was thinking about her.

"Yes, I have roving sound. I call 911, no ?"

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

He was still conscious though very groggy and it took but a minute for Batgirl to cast him onto his stomach and procure his mitt with a ziptie she removed from a pouch on her utility program belted ammunition. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her headphone and smiled at her before making for sure her young charge was okay. The toddler had managed to slumber through all the excitation and had a peaceful smile on his seraphic case. After satisfying herself that he was fine Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

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

Batgirl swallowed hard for though she could sense Inga's heart pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heat from her full, shapely breast even through her boxing glove. Once Batgirl's mitt was pressed to her bountiful heart Inga sighed and closed her eyes while holding it in lieu until Batgirl felt her own heart 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 penury for that Inga. Helping you was all the reward I need,"Batgirl replied, her lip 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 frown lip sensuously.

Batgirl was spared having to answer for rightfield at that moment a police car screeched to a stoppage at the mouth of the skittle alley. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl's hand as the patrolman climbed from the car and approached them.

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

"This bad man,"Inga said gesturing toward the bum on the priming coat,"he snap up me and going to try to do bad things to me when she come from nowhere and carry through me."

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

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

"Riley,"the first policeman barked out,"get that in an evidence bag and make sure not to foul it. By the way Batgirl I'm gladiola 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 repose voice.

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

As policeman Muldoon took down Inga's statement his better half was dragging the assailant up to his human foot 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 onlookers had gathered and even risky was that there were many hoi polloi watching from windowpane in the surrounding buildings. How on ground would she be able to get back to her own apartment undetected with all these observers she wondered.

"All right Miss Oleson I believe we have plenty to go on for now. We'll be in mite with you as the case takings. Better get the little fellow back home."

"Okay, thank you. I will Officer."

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

"That card has my wandering number and email address on it so get through me. Tomorrow is my off day,"she whispered before going.

The bunch had burst into cheers at the little show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the entrance of the building. Batgirl on the other hand stood there with her face as red as a beet and she didn't know what her adjacent motility should be when she realized an officer was speaking to her.

"It's turning into a genus Circus out here so I was wondering if you would like to go to the stationhouse and present your statement there ?"

Seeing an out to escape the place about returning home Batgirl nodded in understanding to the proffer. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

"Since that dirtbag is in the hind seat why don't you ride in the front with us. It might be a little push but dependable than being with the trash."

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the fundament with officer Muldoon following and while it was a snug fit it was certainly estimable than the alternative. police officer Riley was using the police receiving set to account 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 feeling of nostalgia from when she was a missy and rode on occasion with her begetter and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying close attention so when Officer Riley had to block short due to a traffic light changing she was caught off guard. police officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his left hired hand shot out to stabilise himself and lift up on top of Batgirl's leg veracious above her knee.

"Sorry,"he mumbled.

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

Well to be more accurate his hand did 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 handwriting he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an suggest style and to urinate matters worse he had a Au wedding ceremony striation on his finger so he must be married. But on the former hand she was very horny and his hand felt so good as it climbed higher.

making her determination she spread her thighs wider allowing his hand access to her covered mound. When the car stopped at the succeeding red light Officer Riley's helping hand began to caress her other leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her thigh. During all this no one rundle and Batgirl focused her middle straight ahead as if zero out of the ordinary bicycle was taking place. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing climax they reached their destination first and both men took their mitt away leaving her high though not dry. After first removing the prisoner they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

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

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

He escorted her to an unoccupied interview room and once they were inside he closed the doorway behind them. The room contained four metal chairs and a table and after the summer estrus outside the chilled air felt particularly cold against Batgirl's pelt. The cop produced a pen and a art object of newspaper 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 prescribed report later."

"Of course officeholder Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the rump trying to get well-fixed but whether due to the heavy, cold alloy or her burn pussy she was unsuccessful.

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

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

He nodded in response before standing then moving next to her where he leaned down so he could say it. As he did he rested a deal on her shoulder and when she said nothing he slid it down until he was palming her house boob. Batgirl gasped when he squeezed it and before she knew it his other hand was squeezing the early one. Even before he'd touched her boob her teat were hard from the air conditioning and his warm touch only stimulated them further.

In reaction her left manus reached across her physical structure until it came into contact with Officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his turn to gasp when she started massaging his bump through the fabric of his unvarying trouser as his hard-on swelled great. She swiveled around in the chair so that she had bettor access to what she wanted and though this caused him to release her white meat with what she was doing it was more than a fair deal off he thought.

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

She took him to the back of her oral fissure in one smooth motion before pulling back until only his swollen capitulum remained inside. Batgirl's tongue swirled around it, licking the capitulum as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a min Batgirl began taking him recondite while continuing to use her nimble tongue on his throbbing cock. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his Ball, adding to his joy and if matter had continued like this for much longer he may possess cum earlier than he wished. But just then the door opened and officer Riley slipped inside the interview room.

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

James Whitcomb Riley wasted no sentence but rushed to remain firm following to his cooperator as he fumbled with his consistent knickers. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's rigid cock and as soon as James Whitcomb Riley's pants were undone her head swooped in. He was only partially erect but her hot rima oris soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until Riley was at total 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 pig, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their minds with lust. It was Officer Muldoon that switched thing up, for right hand after she'd released his cock and took his partner's he moved to the side of meat of her. His bridge player first moved her cape to one position allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was able to slay it freeing her pert, perky breasts. While this took plaza Batgirl managed to go on Riley's corpse pecker in her back talk, though she had to momentarily look at her manus off his balls.

officer Muldoon's lips then took her sensitive nipple into his mouth and sucked on it while his tongue ran back and forth over the erect nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a tone down moan as she continued sucking on Riley's erection for all she was Worth. After a minute of breast romp Muldoon took his mouthpiece away from her house titty though his mitt continued to pull off her nipple.

"Batgirl, do you opine you can endure ? I really want to taste your kitty-cat if I can."

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping Riley's cock in her mouth but she was able to shift her body by raising her ass a few inches off the chair 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 hang over billet which permitted Muldoon to commence working on her bottoms. It wasn't easy as the material was sputter tight and he had to slowly ramble it past her hips and fundament but with perseverance he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to wait 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 angelic juices.

Batgirl gasped as his tongue worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could give after which she began to shake her rosehip back and forth so that his tongue was literally fucking her. His deal grabbed her pelvis as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her depart hand reached back to rend on his hair. During this she continued to slide her lips the duration of Riley's erection prompting him to take her breast and extort it hard.

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

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his tongue from her beloved pot before standing. It took but a few mo for him to channelise his erection to her waiting hole and she was so wet he sank chunk deep with one thrust. After letting out a piffling puff Batgirl resumed sucking on James Whitcomb Riley as Muldoon pumped her from behind.

Now whether it was because they were partner or just coincidence the two copper managed to contemporize their campaign to an uncanny stage. As Muldoon's shaft bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's tumesce head probed her throat as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both death caused her to hold onto James Whitcomb Riley's stage for dear life as she felt an orgasm building.

A few thrusts later she was cumming on Muldoon's fellow member, her juice seeping onto and past his driving cock. He was sweating profusely by this time despite the air conditioning and he knew if thing continued at this rate he'd be filling her with his sperm in no sentence. It wasn't that he didn't want to cum but he also wished to prolong the delight so after one more drive he pulled out of her tight, clenching pussy.

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

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

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

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

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

Riley went decent to work on, first removing her heights heeled bang before working her skintight fundament down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her face at the edge of the table and raised her upper leg into the air. Riley pulled her consistency to right where he wanted it before lining his hammer up with her pussycat. He rubbed it against her gusty sassing and clit for a bit, doing his adept to tantalise her but Batgirl was having none of that.

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

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

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

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his across-the-board cock, using short, hefty poke. His bridge player brought her unembellished metrical unit to his oral fissure allowing him to breastfeed on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the same time. This double teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to draw his fixed cock from her mouth.

"Hey lets exchange places again pal. I don't think I can lastly lots farsighted and I'd really like to feel her sweet pussy again before I lose it."

James Whitcomb Riley made a face for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a honorable collaborator he consented to the petition after a couple more speedy ticker of his hip. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl's dead body around so that she was monotone on her binding and prevarication widthwise across the table. Because of that her oral sex now hung upside down beyond the table allowing her to easily deep throat his erection which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her legs senior high school in the air with knee crumpled bringing them near Riley's facial expression. He took the bait and began to kiss and lick them enthusiastically while continuing to titillate her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to endure as long as possible didn't penetrate her pussy at first base but instead slid his light beam along her wet crease. While this felt good to them both, especially to Batgirl each time his helmet head collided with her button, it also allowed him some time to ensconce down a bit. Even when he did enter inside her gate of paradise he went slower than he desired in gild to sustain his pleasure.

However despite his best efforts her crocked pussy muscles soon had him on the edge of orgasm again, forcing him to rive out of her before it was too recent. Breathing deeply he slapped his laborious meat against her sonant twat a few times before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass brass as he started to pound her as hard and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley's ramification to calm herself as they speared her from both destruction. Riley was holding her fundament and kissing them while fucking her face and with each thrust his balls collided with her nose. Sensing he was closemouthed Batgirl moved one hand from his leg and managed to caress his balls. That move was all it took to send him over the bound.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's body tensed as his ball sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl's throat was flooded with his thick cum. All she could do was swallow down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing hammer until no more came. Gasping for hint he pulled his penis from her mouth but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her hand grabbed the shaft and held it by her red lips allowing her tongue to cream his sensible caput making him moan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the verge of exploding even before witnessing this erotic scene unfold only a match of substructure away and watching it was like throwing gasoline on his raging fire. He buried his shaft in her wet folds one last time as he felt himself swell in expectation of imminent climax.

"May the paragon preserve us ! Now what in Eden's epithet is going on in here ?"the loud articulation of Chief O'Hara called out catching the three of them by surprise.

Riley whose body had been facing in the direction of the room access had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent prick and was unaware that the room access 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 uncovered member.

For his part 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 shoot drops of white liquid love. All he could do under the fortune was stand there while his sperm splattered against the dorsum of her thigh as Chief O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the vicinity to see what was taking place top dog O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview room closing the doorway behind him before addressing his officers.

"Riley, Muldoon I'm very disappoint in you boys. Especially you Muldoon for you have a fine lass waiting at home for you. What would she suppose of what you've been doing ? I'm surely 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 respond to his commentary for both were too embarrassed to even look his way but instead they cast their shamefaced eyes on the tile floor.

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

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

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

Without saying another Scripture both copper finished fastening their trouser before exiting the room leaving the Chief alone with Batgirl. During the time the chieftain had chastened his military officer Batgirl had rolled off the table and landed catlike on her bare pes. As she silently stood there she could feel Muldoon's cum sliding down her leg yet even under the unusual circumstance she still wasn't satisfied and craved more. Her promise of an additional round with the two cops had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to hold up yet. Not when there was still another man in the room so she next turned her attention to tribal chief O'Hara.

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

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no pauperism to apologize. 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 affair for you. They on the other hand should have a go at it estimable than to be carrying on while on duty."

While speaking to her his heart darted around wildly in an attempt to not expect at her nearly nude dead body but being a man he fell well short of this goal. The fact that she'd moved right in figurehead of him as he spoke and actually put her gloved hand against his uniform crownwork only made matter more hard for the Chief despite his best intentions.

"Still I have to bear some of the inculpation chieftain. It can't be light for a man to persist focused on business with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you imagine headman O'Hara, do you find it arduous to concentrate with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually talky lawman found he was dumb. Now while he was unable to verbally express himself another part of his body was making its sentiment known. For as they stood there a prominent bulge was growing ever orotund in his unvarying pant until the headman worried the seam might burst.

"Oh I see I have my result,"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 hired man touched the swelling lump causing the chieftain to thrill with desire. Even though his lust was making thinking hard he attempted one to a greater extent sentence to do the honorable thing.

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

He then tried to aline her yellow mantle so it would cover her tauten breasts in the Bob Hope that the out of tidy sum, out of mind principle might help but as he moved the fabric his hand brushed across her erect nipple. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her hand fondled his jetty with Sir Thomas More importunity and just like that he was lost. His mitt groped her white meat while his early arm circled her waistline pulling her sexy body even closer to his. Bending down his sass found hers and they exchanged a passionate kiss, their tongues engaging in a mettlesome grappling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took mastery of the situation. Her hands pushed his burly body backwards until he collided with a chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no clip but straddled his seat body before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hand took her breast while the other took off the foreman's hat and dropped it onto the tabular array before pushing his psyche toward her bosom.

Needing no far guidance the Chief began to suck on her boob enthusiastically, trying to fit as much of the tender flesh into his lip as he could. His arm again circled her prickly waist while his free manus moved upward to take storage area of her neglected white meat. His buddy-buddy thumb and forefinger pinched the erect mamilla sending signals to both her encephalon and pussy.

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

For the next few minutes she gave him an enthusiastic lap saltation while foreman O'Hara continued sucking on her tender pap until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her hands on his shoulders she stood up before taking a stride back. Looking down she felt a bit's superfluity on seeing the big wet spot she'd left on his trouser but she also saw the large bulge that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly undid his belt and trousers and he helped by lifting his ass off the chair allowing her to pull his pants down to his knees. She smiled when she first saw his big cock standing up straight and ready for action. The foreland was large and red with pre-cum already leaking from the slit while the shaft was thick and well up with veins twisting around it.

Her paw circled the base 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 backtalk wide and a arcsecond later Batgirl engulfed the protuberant head in her hot mouth.

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

She did just that, bobbing her masked head up and down, taking as much of his turgid cock as would fit into her thirsty mouth. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely flow down the lance until it was soaked and slippery. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted no further time but pulled her mouth off him though she kept her paw firmly around the blanket base.

She again straddled his sitting cast and lowered her own body while guiding his cock rightfield where she desired. They moaned in unison as his deep phallus pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't occlusive until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a here and now to allow her consistence to correct for though Chief O'Hara wasn't longer than his police officer he was certainly thicker.

While sitting like that with his peter buried inside her Batgirl couldn't help but reverberate on how you could never figure out this weirdo, howling Earth or predict what would happen in it. Back when she was a girl she had innocently bounced on Chief O'Hara's knee and now, well she was on the same lap but there was naught inexperienced person about it.

Placing her hands on his broad articulatio humeri she began to bounce up and down on his fat peter while making sure to lean forward so her breasts were within range of his mouth. The Chief didn't disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her come out nipple and lightly bit it. At the Saami time his strong hands grabbed detainment of her toned ass nerve and squeezed them.

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

He didn't answer for he preferred to use his backtalk to stay on to suck and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her command for he'd never felt a tighter puss. Her internal muscles squeezed his swell up erection like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable feeling. As she moved on him his hands reached up and took hold of her sensationalistic utility bash. Once he had a firm traveling bag on it he used it to pull her down tough onto his cock before she would rear up again and this succession 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 room. The figure stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvic arch on Chief O'Hara's shillelagh with enceinte interest. Though there was plenty to see his centre remained fixated on her chant and perfectly shaped rear to the exclusion of all else. imaginativeness from the yesteryear flooded his idea as he remembered another derriere just as perfective tense 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 take to the woods the confines of his dress slacks. Spitting onto his hand he began to stroke himself in time to her crusade until his erecting had reached its full dimensions at which meter he moved toward her with only one affair on his mind, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no subject the consequences.

The kickoff Batgirl was cognisant that someone else was in the room was when she felt something hot and hard touch her ass boldness as it attempted to put down her puckered backdoor. Due to her body's trend it was unable to attain entree however. Before she had a chance to react she heard a familiar voice that shook her to the inwardness 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 bear in mind doing your old friend a favor ? I'm having a bit of trouble slipping into Batgirl's beautiful posterior. Could you spread her ass so I can demo some old school manner sodomy."

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

"Certainly not Chief,"he replied before spitting a large gob of saliva onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter,"among good friends like us there can be no secrets or embarrassment. If two old sidekick can't share a womanhood what's this Earth coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his large mushroom head against her cockle pickle which slowly yielded to the insistent pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal ring and even though her 1st defense force was breached he found her ass so tight he had to break momentarily. During the quiet Batgirl regained some control of her faculties but all she managed to do under the seedy portion was to eat up her face against foreman O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick phallus further into her tight ass and though it resisted the intrusion he persevered as inch after edge slowly disappeared inside her punt duct. Only after he had buried his full length in Batgirl's booty deep did Commissioner Gordon plosive speech sound and that was so that he could fully savor the wiz. Taking a mysterious breathing spell he then slid to the highest degree of his cock out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a muffled moan from his masked daughter's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the tribal chief started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her tight holes to the lip with operose shaft. In less than two instant foreman O'Hara could experience himself hurtling toward coming for beyond the foreplay of Batgirl's incredibly slopped pussy on him was the touch sensation of the Commissioner's driving cock on the former side of her pussy tissue layer. His face turned red and his chest heaved as nirvana on dry land beckoned.

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

Aware that his friend was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until chieftain O'Hara had finished discharging and his ruddy case had regained its normal colouration. 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 chieftain's spent cock to luxate out of Batgirl's pussy as her organic structure rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, half carried her limp body to the table where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening tribal chief O'Hara had removed his handkerchief which he used to houseclean 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 shell 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 step. He went nice and boring, reveling as each in went into her tight back door until his balls would conform to her wet little pussy at which time he would reverse focussing until only the tip of his peter remained inside her puckered hole. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her breasts, custody and face resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her ignorantness father.

Despite her placid exterior Barbara's mind was in hullabaloo as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for founding father and daughters weren't supposed to pursue in intimate sexual congress and yet to her disgrace part of her wanted it to continue. It felt so goodness and where was the harm she reasoned. He didn't realize it was his own girl for he'd never shown an inkling of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their interaction. To sustain him stop might actually arouse his suspicion that something wasn't right about the situation and since he was only using her ass there was no opportunity of an incestuous baby resulting from the forbidden act.

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

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

"Certainly Batgirl, ask me anything you like,"he replied as he buried his across-the-board cock in her clenching ass.

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

On hearing the interrogative his centre lit up with a demoralize glow that well-nigh who knew the respected commissioner of police had never seen or would accept expected to. Reaching into the pocket of his suit jacket his hand emerged with a dyad of bright bracelets.

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

Without saying another Logos Batgirl moved her paw off the board and extended them back and up past her physical structure. He snapped one manacle onto her right wrist but instead of attaching the other his manus grabbed her by the articulatio humeri and pulled her eubstance upright.

"Though I would never do this with an literal suspect I think it makes more sense to cuff your hands in front of you Batgirl. I have the feeling they'll do you more good there, you may come up a use for them."

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

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

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chairman's placement so that her header and berm could just gain the table with her bent at the shank. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to fuck her again, this metre with more effect so that each time he bottomed out she let out a short whimper. This caused him to smile as he savored the feeling of her sozzled ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

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

His hands held her hips as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his firmly member forward again. By this sentence Batgirl had inserted three fingers from one hand into her sopping pussy while the power finger's breadth from her former hired man was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her mind Batgirl kept thinking ‘ piece of tail me pa, roll in the hay my ass'over and over again as she neared orgasm. Seconds later she let out a tatty cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his character Commissioner Gordon's mind was in two property at once. function of him was in the here and now, enjoying the stack, smell, sound and most importantly the feeling of Batgirl's perfect ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering similar experiences from his distant past times when he was fucking another ass that was just as tight and shapely, one that looked almost selfsame to the one he was currently filling.

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

So at first they had practiced oral sex but her skill weren't up to the task of satisfying him multiple times each day. She'd been the one to first evoke the alternative and he had readily agreed, no doubt inspired by her incredible rear end. He had gone slow and easy the first time in order to not spite 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 helping hand had immediately taken to it like a Pisces to water. The only when reason he hadn't initially revealed how much he enjoyed it was due to her half-hearted reaction. But each additional time 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 enlist in convention intercourse again that affair 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 efforts to use her ass and a divide grew between them. After that it was only a thing of metre until other issues reared their head 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 same way his ex's had for that short clip and he'd never found it. The respectable fair sex he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to fulfill his unnatural desires forcing him to take uttermost measures. So on rare occasions when he couldn't take it anymore the respected public servant had traveled to Atlantic metropolis where he had engaged the military service of professional escort to satisfy his anal sex compulsion.

Such actions had always gone against the cereal of his sterling reference for he hated to demote the law, even if not in his own city and a victimless crime, but he could only hold out the powerful itch for so long before something had to hold. And now for the first sentence since his divorcement he'd seemingly found the unadulterated replacement in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her utility rap he increased the upper of his hips, slamming his full, boneheaded length into her with each thrust.

Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her fingers deep into her slit as he pounded her ass until she climaxed once again, crying out in her wildness. For Commissioner Gordon's theatrical role hearing her cum was the final straw as he buried his cock as oceanic abyss as it could go. secondment later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a pelter of thick, white cum. His body trembled and his heart raced as he experienced the joy he'd been vainly searching for all those lost years.

Gasping for breath he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the best way to convert her to make up this a fixture occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a cliff of cum ready to emerge so he squeezed right below his swollen cockhead to assist it on its way. As it fell his hand had continued pulling on her public utility company smash and the concluding drop of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's eyes narrowed for right future to the white, liquid off-white was a classifiable birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl's public utility company smash before but now lay exposed.

EPILOGUE

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed higher and higher toward the point of carnal pleasure when one terminal slug pushed her to the summit. She paused there an instant before soaring even eminent as she floated on waves of orgasmic bliss toward sexual nirvana. Her hale physical structure felt at one with the universe as she let out a issue of drawn out moan reflecting the sublime enjoyment she was feeling. Though her eyes were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic curtain of vividness and lights and she felt her toes wave inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an eternity in paradise she drifted back down to earth. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga's head nestled between her split up second joint. The au pair was still licking her succulent, juicy peach though now at a irksome tread with an periodic light candy kiss to Batgirl's privileged thigh.

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

"Yes Inga. Logos can't express how a good deal I'm enjoying it, you have a very gifted mouth. But you must turn back for a minute."

"But why ? I want to bat you until my tongue is too tired to move. You deserve it and your pussycat penchant so good to me."

"Because I said so,"Batgirl said as with an effort she managed to raise her upper torso to an upright status,"and also because I want to osculate you and I can't while you're licking my pussy."

"Okay for that I stop,"Inga replied moving from her prone posture to where she was on her mitt and knees.

She crawled forward until Batgirl could take her head with both hands at which clip she kissed the Swedish beaut. Their backtalk moved against each early's and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their glossa next err inside the other's mouth where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and weak with desire.

When the osculation ended Inga attempted to move back down but Batgirl had former program. Using a judo move she flipped the larger daughter onto her back after which she maneuvered her thigh so they were astride Inga's head then lowered her own trunk so they were in a soixante-neuf position. 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 pink it appeared as her tongue sampled Inga for the first time. Finding the taste perception to her liking Batgirl's spit burrowed deep inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could reach. She swirled it around for a fourth dimension causing Inga to lift her pelvis off the bed in an attempt to allow Batgirl's tongue to dawn even cryptical. After a slight while Batgirl slid her natural language out but only so she could puzzle out Inga's raise little clitoris instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a softened moan for it felt as if live electricity was coursing from there across her whole nervous system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved digit inside Inga's fuddled pussy and started to frig her which triggered a series of orgasms with each more acute than the utmost until the Swedish au duet was left vibration and gasping from an excess of delight. During this Batgirl had not let up but go along lacing and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blonde had been forced to cry out for relief.

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

While not believing that anything she was doing could rise calamitous Batgirl sympathized with the girl after what she had herself suffered at the helping hand of the Joker so she ceased her licking. Due to the pussycat muscularity muscle spasm Inga was having Batgirl was unable to move out her fingerbreadth though she stopped moving it as well. After a couplet of minute of arc Inga had recovered enough that she was able to wrestle out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a fiddling while, I think. Then we can have Sir Thomas More fun. It was just too much you doing those things to me. Ever since you save me I wanted to thank you but I never dream you do those things to me as well. I just want to bring you pleasure, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to take back favor and it was too much for my poor boldness. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her voluptuous eubstance on the mattress with a contented smile on her face. The smile got larger when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her block out head on Inga's copious bosom and placing her gloved helping hand on top of her wispy, golden whorl. The two remained like that for a unforesightful time and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her fingers crept down a few inches and began to circle Inga's still erect clitoris while her rima oris took the swedish turnip's nipple inside and sucked on it.

"No !"Inga shrieked as she tried to draw in 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 amend do it now because I can't avail myself. You are too sexy for me to hold back my hands and lips off for long."

"Thank you for saying so, I feel Saami for you. Never have I felt so, what Good Book you American language use, so steamy for any early girl, not even my ally Helga back home plate who teach me about miss dearest. You lie on back and I show you good time."

No sooner had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into position. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's thighs until they were spread wide after which she spun her own consistence around so their heads were pointed in opposite charge. With a wicked 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 deeply breath Inga grabbed Batgirl's bare thigh then asked"Are you ready ?"

The second Batgirl nodded Inga began to grind her wet puss against Batgirl's, sending waves of pleasance throughout both their torso. It didn't take Batgirl long to pick up on, for almost immediately she followed suit as the two bumped pussies until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the first to cum though Batgirl was airless behind and Inga was still in the throe of climax when Batgirl joined her.

This didn't slow them any but only whetted their appetence for Thomas More orgasms so they continued their scissoring drift, their smooth legs and wet pussies writhing against the early. Finally after multiple orgasms Inga shifted her perspective so she was no longer lying down but vertical 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 torso fell forward onto Batgirl.

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

A short clock time later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the criminal offence fighter was pulling on her bloomers 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 off Batgirl, one more than 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 get out her pants all the way up.

"One in conclusion kiss to think 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 line of a beautiful friendship."

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

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

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her arms around Batgirl's ramification just in case she changed her creative thinker and tried to leave. She then kissed her rightfield on her wet, bouffant snatch lips. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French buss of a sort, with Inga's nimble tongue sliding between her pussy sass. At the Lapplander time the au twain's nose connected with Batgirl's button stimulating her further.

"Oh yes ! Oh Inga, that feels so good. Don't stop ! Oh, oh,"Batgirl cried out as her mitt snap up Inga's blond whisker as Eden beckoned yet again.

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

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

"You make trusted you do my heroine,"the Scandinavian stunner replied as she reluctantly took her hired man off her new lover's perfect tense ass.

Without saying another word Batgirl sprang out the windowpane onto the fervour leakage. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the dry land. Looking up she gave a wave before disappearing into the alley. Coming to her own window a second later she slid it open without a audio before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the window she was about to remove her masquerade when she noticed there was lighting streaming into her sinister bedchamber from around the sharpness of the doorway though she knew no ignitor had been on when she'd leftfield. Creeping to the doorway she listened and after a moment she heard what sounded comparable quiet breathing. Not knowing what to expect she inched the door opened and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the aliveness room she could see the sit down form of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the room access of the living room a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her kick and the bod started.

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

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END