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


Barbara Gordon peppered the gravid bag with one net fuss of punches but like all previous efforts it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the muddy bin before heading for the gym exit. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her Mexican onyx pelt than the ruttish gym Interior Department had but it didn't causal agent Barbara to change her plans.

After a fast stretchability of her toned quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five mi and thirty five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entree to her apartment building. A short piece later after showering Barbara ate her solitudinarian dinner then settled onto the couch with a Holy Writ. Despite her adept cause to read she soon found her judgement drifting to former weightier subjects.

Two separate thoughts occupied her sound mind to the exclusion of all else. The first was whether she could ever don the pallium of Batgirl again. For ever since that fateful night when the Joker and his gang had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was diffident what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal proposition sentence from the city she had risked life and limb for numerous meter fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally hard enough to continue being a masked criminal offense battler.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a mystifying 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 zip seemed to assist. Cumming only made it worse and she'd been forced to carry spare couplet of sensible, white cotton pantie with her at all times so she could change when they became slopped from her rich and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a singles bar ( while disguised in a blonde wig and sunglass ) with the aim of picking up a stranger for anonymous sex. The but affair that had prevented this from happening was despite her motivation she still had some minimum measure and for some reason that night only the dregs of man were demonstrate. So she had settled for visiting a sordid sex shop in Gotham's red-light district instead, purchasing a large, realistic dildo that resembled a cock with balls.

It had received legion physical exertion in the short metre she'd owned it and while it helped to satisfy a nothingness it wasn't the Saame as a warm, homo eubstance. What was worse was that each climax it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd get an irrepressible nymphomaniac and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to turn back the clock. She would stray off into an uneasy slumber after hours of onanism, her dildo slick with her own juices lying beside her, only to awaken 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 acquisition with composition that prevented others from noticing.

Making matters worse was that areas in her liveliness that would sustain comforted her in the past or been a stead of refuge no longer were. Due to the circumstance of what had happened Barbara had avoided her founding father, at to the lowest degree in the flesh, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how interfering and wear work had been lately as an exculpation and he hadn't pressed the proceeds.

Part of that was because he'd been wracked by guilt and feeling distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the hands ( and assorted other body office ) of the jokester and his gang. Since he'd been the one to enjoin her of the Joker's escape valve and had given her his ( loath ) blessing to hunt for him he felt creditworthy for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a public command in musical accompaniment of Batgirl in the wake, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the mightily affair and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way creditworthy. All his remaining energy had been directed at trying to track down the Joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the face of the Earth and there wasn't even a rumour of his localization in Gotham's Hell grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no consolation at work for like most places in Gotham City the Batgirl telecasting was the main topic of conversation with to the highest degree librarian weighing in ( in hushed tones, of course ) on the controversial and lewd issue. The most mean comments came from young lady Peychaud, a prune faced, bitter spinster of the old schooling whose greatest joy in spirit consisted of scolding tiddler who spoke too loudly and maligning any woman more attractive than she was, which was roughly XC nine percent of the female population.

"Why she's nothing but a common tart and debauchee,"she hissed to Mrs Bobby Jones, an owlish and genial buster librarian, as the women took their break inside the staff lounge one fine summertime afternoon.

"Now I don't know about that Miss Peychaud,"the turgid cleaning 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 knit stitch to me that she had the morals of an alleyway cat in heat. I mean have you seen the getup that she prances around in ? It's so skintight that it's a wonder she can respire at all and I have no incertitude that if one were to take care closely one could see every contingent of her mons venus despite it being technically covered."

"well I admit her costume isn't loose adjustment but she also has the figure to pull it off. Most of us would look foolish or worse if we were to try to dress that way. Still no thing what she wears she's done a lot of good matter. Countless meter I've read in the paper about her capturing some criminal or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my controversy that her so called heroics are at best exaggerations to sell papers and more likely outright lies. If you dig late you'd probably happen that she traded sexual favors with these newsman in purchase order for them to pen such tripe so she could become celebrated. No, cross out my run-in, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving picture is the genuine Batgirl - a degenerate tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fists as her ire grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old woman for after Barbara had been appointed forefront bibliothec young lady Peychaud had told anyone that would heed that Miss Gordon was far too Whitney Young and inexperienced for such a responsibility but it must be overnice to have admirer in high gear property. Barbara tried to stay on quiet 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 piece of her mind another librarian fusillade into the room gasping for breath.

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

"Yes Enid, what's the topic ?"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 know how to say this…"

"Calm down Enid,"Barbara told her in a soothing tone of voice as she headed for the door,"and tell me as we walk. okay ?"

"Oh yes Miss Gordon, I'm sorry I get so commove. But when I became a librarian I didn't realize I'd be dealing with site like this. I thought overdue library books would be the rack up thing I'd have to shell out with."

The other bibliothec wanting to know 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 computing device, but I think he's homeless because his clothes are filthy and he smells really bad."

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

"No, that's not the tangible job although another supporter complained about that. So I went over there to investigate, and Miss Gordon he's watching pornography on the library computer with the mass turned up all the way."

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

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

"Yes I'm sure."

With a determined look in her eye Barbara walked into the computing device room while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs. Jones watched from the room access. Barbara could get a line the tinny sounds of a woman moaning before she saw the man and verity be told her sensitive nose smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a Recent epoch cause filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham urban center criminal Liberties Union ) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching smut in the library weren't grounds enough for removal. Still she had to at least try to get him to change his behavior for the goodness of the other library users.

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

At the audio of her phonation the man swiveled in his chairman and faced her and it was clear from his coming into court that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably midway aged but he was so begrime and unkempt that it was heavily to differentiate for sure. The man was on the stocky side with longish, greasy pilus and an unshaven side while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for Au. On seeing the vision of feminine comeliness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

"Hey sister, 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 lips as her eyes took in the adult female on screen who was the receiver of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her yearning physical structure as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple hard cocks filling every hole. For a import she remained frozen until she regained her composure and cleared her throat.

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

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

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

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

Without saying another word Barbara turned on her heel and draw back and as she did she could palpate his eye staring at her tone up legs and butt the unanimous fourth dimension. She didn't pause but strode past the other librarians and continued to the forepart desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the speech sound she dialed as the other librarian clucked like a flock of hens.

"Yes, Gotham metropolis constabulary department. I'm calling from the main ramification of the Gotham City Library where we're having a bit of a problem with someone. Could you please place 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 joining in this face its justified,"Miss Peychaud sniffed.

"well girl Peychaud while I'm so pleased to get your blessing I've used no connections. I didn't credit my gens or my begetter nor do I plan to. The fact is though this person may view whatever material he wants on the estimator there are other factors which I'll point out to the police when they arrive which should take care of this job, at least for today."

True to her word Barbara spoke to the responding officers and accompanied them to the calculator room. When the man saw them he immediately began to protest loudly about his right field when the older of the two ship's officer cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able-bodied to convince some bleeding ticker judge but I don't maintenance. At the least I can shoot down you with inebriate and disorderly and flip you in the tank until you're sober. And if you give me a hard meter then I'll charge you with lewd and lascivious behaviour and who is the justice going to trust - a piece of human garbage like you or a sweet young woman like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and leave not only this program library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just leave you have rights. Now move !"

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

Sighing in succor she thought they'd need to accept the janitor disinfect the chairwoman before it could be used again. She succeeding turned her attention to the computer with the intention of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself unable to. Barbara did manage to dampen the volume but for the side by side five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving chemical group of ‘ actors'double penetrated the Thomas Young woman.

It was only when she felt her own secernment start trickling past her panties and down her second joint that she moved. Turning off the monitor she headed to her office where she took the caution of locking the door before pulling up her skirt and sitting with ramification spread wide. Since her dildo was back at place 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 bibliothec convening in the res publica's majuscule and was shaped like the Washington Monument.

Barbara's agile pink spit first licked the drinking glass paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her step-in to the side exposing her juicy pussy. Carefully she inserted it between her pink turn down backtalk and as it slid inside it made a squishy audio. Barbara was so aroused already that this was sufficiency to actuate an sexual climax though she was far from satiated. She waited until her pussy spasms lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, hungry hole.

Putting one base up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her mind flashbacked to the effigy she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her achieve another orgasm within a few minute it wasn't enough. Using her free mitt she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could tweak her vertical nipple while continuing to have a go at it herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

close her eyes she allowed her vivid imagination to take over and if her fellow librarian had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would stimulate been dumbfounded. For in her mind she replayed what had just transpired in the computer room with a far different result. At the point where she had turned to allow Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waist and pushing her devour brass first onto the table. His filthy hand pulled up her wench and yanked down her panties and seconds later he rammed his heavy stopcock into her.

In her fantasy he was relentless, pounding her tight pinkness hard and fast while yanking back on her tomentum until her cervix muscles were taut. His other helping hand pinched and slapped her firm backside as he continued thrusting balls abstruse making her cry out with pleasure.

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

It took a few bit for her to recover her vestibular sense after her massive orgasm at which point her hired hand released her ship's boat breast and she slid the glass paperweight from her molten sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop of her ambrosia before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

Standing on shaky pegleg Barbara fixed her habiliment before opening a window to air out her office for the foolhardy scent of female lust was overpowering. After that she returned to work and was able to get to it through the relaxation of the day without losing mastery again.

Though still undecided on whether she would ever become Batgirl again, Barbara had retrieved her mutilated costume from her rented garage and set about mending it. Perhaps inspire by her now increased libido she did take a crap some adjustment to it however. Where previously it had been a one composition skintight jump suit, with a zipper in the rachis, she turned it into two pieces.

The top department she simply hemmed at the waist leaving the zipper intact while also hemming the top of the rear end segment and of course mending what sections 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 climax while watching it all unfold in the mirror.

As for the triumphant proceeds of Batgirl it was fate that decided things for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three workweek after the Joker 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 lessen or at least blunt her sex drive with little answer to show for it. Despite her running a longer distance than normal she felt hornier than ever with her pussy wetter than the sleep of her perspiration soaked body. Her rate had slowed to a jog for she decided to circle the mental block as a nerveless down.

Now much as Barbara's apartment edifice had an alleyway on one side of meat as well as behind it so did many of the other flat buildings in the neck of the woods. It was while passing such an alley around the corner from her family that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the conniption in the library loitering about while drinking from a feeding bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory phantasy, in real 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 neighborhood. At the least he was a drunken nuisance and she suspected if given half a opportunity he might do some material deviltry. Because of that Barbara decided to waive putting on the air conditioning despite the summer heating system 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 thick beverage. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the companion bum gesticulating wildly while making crude and obscene input. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a woman by what he was saying. Under normal context she probably would deliver phoned the police while keeping an eye on the situation to crap sure it didn't escalate but something snapped in her.

Maybe it was because of how he had acted in the depository library or all her pent up thwarting from the preceding few week's events but Barbara had reached her breaking gunpoint. Sprinting to her bedroom she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in criminal record clock time. No sooner had she slipped the wig and masque on her head then she was slithering out her sleeping accommodation window, fastening the cape once she reached the alley.

While her chamber window faced behind her edifice, the kitchen looked out on the side and it was there that she'd seen and heard the bum. Gliding silently forward she turned the recession of the building where she saw that he had managed to corner a untested char pushing a baby buggy. Barbara recognized her as an au couple from Sweden who was working the summer for a couple who also lived in her building.

The miss must have been cutting through the back street on her return when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. Much as in the program library he was fondling his genitals while she appeared freeze with fear and ineffective to affect. There is no telling what would have happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that mo he seized the wrist of the vernal char while brandishing a boxcutter in the other mitt. 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 hurt you,"he ordered as he let go of her so he could depress his zipper though he never got the chance.

"Hey stinkpot, why not let her go and shoot your probability with me instead,"Batgirl called out in a flash voice.

He whirled around and saw her standing five human foot away with her gloved hand on her hip, her full, red lips curled in a half smile.

"Batgirl ! Didn't the Joker put you in your place from what I saw ? Maybe you want some Sir Thomas 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 I'm guessing it's gon na be my punishing cock."

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

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the rampart against her spine. He inched closer holding the blade before him when without warning she struck. Her kick was so degenerate that the weapon was knocked from his now dead bridge player before he realized it while the side by side one connected solidly with his midriff forcing his breath 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 minute Batgirl couldn't move as the closeness of the Scandinavian overwhelmed her sensation. The Edward Young womanhood smelled like summer strawberries and violent flowers and her soft, voluptuous body felt wish heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the spell she was under plenty to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the new woman answered as she reluctantly released her savior though she remained so closing curtain that Batgirl could still feel her warm breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a phone with you could you call the police ?"Batgirl asked though she was ineffective to look into the Thomas Young woman's ice blue eyes as she did so, afraid the au pair would be able-bodied to see the lustful cerebration she was thinking about her.

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

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

He was still witting though very groggy and it took but a mo for Batgirl to roll him onto his tummy and secure his hired man with a ziptie she removed from a sack on her public utility belt. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making sure her unseasoned bearing was okay. The toddler had managed to kip through all the excitement and had a peaceable 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 pit when that man take hold of me and then you were there to save me. But my heart still beating so fast ! Here, you see,"she said taking Batgirl's hand and placing it on her copious chest.

Batgirl swallowed punishing for though she could feel Inga's ticker pounding like a air hammer she also felt the heat from her full, shapely breast even through her glove. Once Batgirl's hand was pressed to her bountiful bosom Inga sighed and closed her middle while holding it in shoes until Batgirl felt her own sum pace quicken.

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

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

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

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

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

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

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

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

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

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

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

As officeholder Muldoon took down Inga's statement his partner was dragging the assailant up to his metrical unit and moving him to the police car. By the clock time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a small-scale crowd of onlookers had gathered and even worse was that there were many people watching from window in the surrounding buildings. How on Earth 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 enough to go on for now. We'll be in trace with you as the case proceeds. wagerer get the niggling bloke back home."

"Okay, thank you. I will Officer."

She had started to propel toward the perambulator when she stopped and turned around before rushing up to Batgirl and hugging her once again. Then with no warning she kissed the offense scrapper on the lip while slipping something into her hand.

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

The gang had burst into cheer at the little show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the entree of the building. Batgirl on the other hired man stood there with her nerve as red as a beetroot and she didn't know what her adjacent move should be when she realized an officeholder was speaking to her.

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

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

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

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the seat with officeholder Muldoon following and while it was a cubbyhole fit it was certainly better than the alternate. Officer Riley was using the police radio to report they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the front of the patrol car gave Batgirl a spirit of nostalgia from when she was a girl and rode on occasion with her Padre and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying stuffy attention so when Officer James Whitcomb Riley had to lay off short due to a dealings Inner Light changing she was caught off guard. officeholder Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his leftover hand shot out to steady himself and wrap up on top of Batgirl's leg the right way 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 script did movement 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 make matters worse he had a atomic number 79 wedding band on his finger so he must be married. But on the other script she was very corneous and his hand felt so in effect as it climbed higher.

devising her decision she spread her thighs wider allowing his helping hand entree to her covered mound. When the car stopped at the adjacent red lightly Officer Riley's paw began to fondle her early leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the link between her thighs. During all this no one rundle and Batgirl focused her eyes straight ahead as if goose egg 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 handwriting 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 jail cell,"Officer Riley said taking the man by the cubital joint and guiding him down a corridor to the left.

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

He escorted her to an unoccupied interview room and once they were inside he closed the doorway behind them. The way contained four metal chairs and a tabular array and after the summer heat outside the chilled air felt particularly cold against Batgirl's skin. The cop produced a pen and a spell of newspaper publisher before sitting down and she followed suit.

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

"Of course Officer Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the keister trying to get comfortable but whether due to the heavily, frigidness metallic element or her combustion pussy she was unsuccessful.

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

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

He nodded in answer before standing then moving next to her where he leaned down so he could read it. As he did he rested a hand on her articulatio humeri and when she said nothing he slid it down until he was palming her firm white meat. 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 breast her nipples were hard from the air conditioning and his warm touch only stimulated them further.

In response her left-hand mitt reached across her organic 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 heave when she started massaging his bulge through the material of his uniform pants as his erection swelled turgid. She swiveled around in the chair so that she had easily access to what she wanted and though this caused him to release her breasts with what she was doing it was more than a fairish trade off he thought.

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

She took him to the back of her oral fissure in one smooth motion before pulling back until only his swollen-headed head remained inside. Batgirl's spit swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a bit Batgirl began taking him mystifying while continuing to use her spry tongue on his throbbing stopcock. Her gloved mitt reached up and played with his balls, adding to his pleasance and if things had continued like this for much longer he may let cum earlier than he wished. But just then the door opened and policeman 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 mate's erection."Get over here and let me see if your prick is as tasty as his is."

Riley wasted no time but rushed to stand next to his cooperator as he fumbled with his uniform pants. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's fixed turncock and as soon as Riley's pants were undone her headspring swooped in. He was only partially raise but her hot lip soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until Riley was at full mast, coating his member with her spit before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the next few hour Batgirl went back and Forth River between the two cops, sucking one while stroking and fondling the former until both were going out of their minds with lust. It was officer Muldoon that switched things up, for right after she'd released his pecker and took his collaborator's he moved to the position of her. His hand first moved her cape to one side allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was able to remove it freeing her pert, buoyant breasts. While this took place Batgirl managed to hold on Riley's clay tool in her oral fissure, though she had to momentarily take up her bridge player off his balls.

officeholder Muldoon's lips then took her sensitive nipple into his backtalk and sucked on it while his natural language ran back and Forth over the erect nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a muffled moan as she continued sucking on Riley's erection for all she was worth. After a minute of breast play Muldoon took his mouth away from her business firm chest though his hired man continued to fine-tune her nipple.

"Batgirl, do you conceive you can support ? I really want to taste your pussy 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 chairperson allowing Muldoon to get out it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her torso so that she was standing in a bent over office which permitted Muldoon to begin working on her bottoms. It wasn't easy as the fabric was skin tight and he had to slowly roll it past her hips and can 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 sugared juices.

Batgirl gasped as his tongue worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could get hold of after which she began to rock her pelvic arch back and Forth River so that his tongue was literally fucking her. His custody grabbed her pelvis as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her left mitt reached back to pull on his hair. During this she continued to slew her lips the length of Riley's erecting prompting him to take her boob and squeeze it hard.

"sufficiency tongue,"she cried out after stopping her prick 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 honey pot before standing. It took but a few seconds for him to guide his erecting to her waiting hole and she was so wet he sank balls deep with one thrust. After letting out a fiddling gasp Batgirl resumed sucking on James Whitcomb Riley as Muldoon pumped her from behind.

Now whether it was because they were collaborator or just coincidence the two cops managed to sync their movements to an uncanny point. As Muldoon's cock bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's swollen head probed her pharynx as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both ends caused her to hold onto James Whitcomb Riley's legs for near life as she felt an climax building.

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

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

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

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

The two copper 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 to a greater extent 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 boundary 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 bouffant lips and button for a bit, doing his best to tease her but Batgirl was having none of that.

Her gloved paw reached down and wrapped around the shaft just below the head and brought it to her scuttle before guiding it inside her lips. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her pussy he surrendered to it and slip deep inside her wet folds. Now that Riley was where she wanted she turned her tending back to Muldoon who was standing nearby slowly stroking his erection.

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

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her grimace and slid his cock between her parted lips and he didn't check until his wiry pubic hair was brushing against the soft tegument of her nerve. She made a gurgling sound as her pharynx was pierced by his invading member though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to pull in him deeper.

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his all-inclusive cock, using curtly, powerful thrusts. His hand brought her scanty foot to his mouth allowing him to take in on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the same metre. This stunt woman teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his unbending dick from her mouth.

"Hey lets switch places again pal. I don't think I can last much longer and I'd really like to feel her sweet twat again before I lose it."

Riley made a case for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a good married person he consented to the request after a couple more rapid pump of his hips. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl's body around so that she was flat on her back and prevarication widthwise across the table. Because of that her nous now hung upside down beyond the table allowing her to easily deep throat his erection which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her legs high in the air with knee stoop bringing them near Riley's face. He took the bait and began to osculate and clobber them enthusiastically while continuing to vibrate her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to last as long as possible didn't penetrate her pussy at first but instead slid his shaft along her wet crease. While this felt good to them both, especially to Batgirl each time his helmet head collided with her clit, it also allowed him some sentence to settle down a bit. Even when he did enter inside her gate of paradise he went wearisome than he desired in edict to prolong his pleasure.

However despite his dear efforts her slopped kitty sinew soon had him on the edge of orgasm again, forcing him to deplume out of her before it was too late. Breathing deeply he slapped his laborious meat against her soft kitty a few times before again jamming it back inside her. His helping hand grabbed her ass brass as he started to pound her as difficult and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto James Whitcomb Riley's legs to stabilise herself as they speared her from both conclusion. James Whitcomb Riley was holding her feet and kissing them while fucking her face and with each thrust his bollock collided with her nozzle. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one hired hand from his leg and managed to caress his lump. That move was all it took to send off him over the edge.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's trunk tensed as his clump sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl's throat was flooded with his thick ejaculate. All she could do was swallow down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing putz until no more came. Gasping for breath he pulled his member from her lip but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her hand grabbed the slam and held it by her red rim allowing her tongue to lick his medium school principal making him moan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the wand of exploding even before witnessing this titillating scene unfold only a span of foot away and watching it was like throwing gasoline on his raging flame. He buried his shaft in her wet folds one final time as he felt himself swell in prediction of imminent sexual climax.

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

Riley whose body had been facing in the counsel of the door had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent dick and was unaware that the door had even opened. On hearing the tribal chief he'd first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to overstretch his uniform trousers up to cover his exposed member.

For his constituent Muldoon had partially turned his body in the direction of the part which resulted in his turncock slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to shoot drops of white liquid love. All he could do under the context was stand there while his sperm splattered against the spine of her thigh as Chief O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the neck of the woods to see what was taking space head O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview room closing the door behind him before addressing his officers.

"Riley, Muldoon I'm very disappoint in you boys. Especially you Muldoon for you have a fine lass waiting at home for you. What would she think of what you've been doing ? I'm trusted 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 input for both were too embarrassed to even take care his way but instead they cast their shamed eyes on the roofing tile floor.

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

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

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

Without saying another Logos both bull finished fastening their pants before exiting the elbow room leaving the gaffer alone with Batgirl. During the time the Chief had chastened his police officer Batgirl had rolled off the table and landed catlike on her bare ft. As she silently stood there she could find Muldoon's cum sliding down her leg yet even under the unusual circumstances she still wasn't satisfied and craved more. Her hope of an additional round with the two cops had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to afford up yet. Not when there was still another man in the room so she next turned her care to chieftain O'Hara.

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

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no need to apologize. Though you've helped out the department many time including today you're a private citizen not a public handmaiden. So it's a unlike matter for you. They on the other deal 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 expect at her nearly bare body but being a man he fell well short of this goal. The fact that she'd moved right in front line of him as he spoke and actually put her gloved hand against his uniform jacket crown only made things more difficult for the Chief despite his best intentions.

"Still I have to carry some of the blame Chief. It can't be leisurely for a man to stay focused on patronage with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you think boss O'Hara, do you find it hard to concentrate with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually garrulous lawman found he was dumb. Now while he was unable to verbally express himself another component of his torso was making its opinion known. For as they stood there a outstanding bulge was growing ever bombastic in his undifferentiated trousers until the Chief worried the seams might burst.

"Oh I see I have my reply,"Batgirl said with a giggle when she noticed the expanding tent in his pants."Would you like some assistance with that chieftain ?"

As she asked her gloved script touched the swelling lump causing the Chief to shudder with desire. Even though his lust was making thinking difficult he attempted one Thomas More metre to do the honest thing.

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

He then tried to line up her xanthous cape so it would address her tauten breasts in the hope that the out of wad, out of psyche principle might help oneself but as he moved the fabric his hired hand brushed across her erect mammilla. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her paw fondled his groin with to a greater extent urgency and just like that he was lost. His deal groped her breast while his former arm circled her waistline pulling her sexy consistence even closer to his. Bending down his mouth found hers and they exchanged a passionate kiss, their lingua engaging in a spirited rassling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took program line of the situation. Her hands pushed his burly body backwards until he collided with a hot seat before collapsing onto it. She wasted no meter but straddled his seated body before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her men took her tit while the former took off the Chief's hat and dropped it onto the table before pushing his head toward her bosom.

Needing no further guidance the honcho began to nurse on her breast enthusiastically, trying to fit as much of the tender human body into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her prickly waist while his free bridge player moved upward to take cargo area of her unheeded breast. His thick thumb and forefinger pinched the vertical mamilla sending signal to both her mental capacity and pussy.

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

For the next few min she gave him an enthusiastic lap dance while honcho O'Hara continued sucking on her tender nipple until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her hands on his shoulders she stood up before taking a footprint back. Looking down she felt a moment's superfluity on seeing the big wet slur she'd left field on his pant but she also saw the large bulge that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly loosen his whack and trousers and he helped by lifting his ass off the chair allowing her to attract his pants down to his knees. She smiled when she first saw his big cock standing up straight and set for action. The fountainhead was large and red with pre-cum already leaking from the snatch while the gibe was stocky and swollen-headed with veins twisting around it.

Her helping hand circled the base as she bent down until her mouth was but an inch above it. Her spit extended past her red lips and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative groan in response. Her center met his as she opened her rima oris wide and a second later Batgirl engulfed the bulbous head in her hot mouth.

"Faith and begorrah ! That feels so respectable ! That's it Batgirl, suck me shillalah !"

She did just that, bobbing her masked head up and down, taking as practically of his turgid cock as would fit into her hungry oral cavity. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely flow down the shaft until it was soaked and slippery. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted no far prison term but pulled her mouth off him though she kept her hand firmly around the wide base.

She again straddled his sitting form and lowered her own consistence while guiding his cock rightfulness where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thick member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't stop until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a minute to appropriate her physical structure to aline for though chieftain O'Hara wasn't farseeing than his officeholder he was certainly thicker.

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

Placing her hired hand on his broad berm she began to bounce up and down on his fat putz while making sure to incline forward so her breasts were within range of his mouth. The Chief didn't disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her protruding nipple and lightly bit it. At the Saame prison term his strong custody grabbed delay of her intone ass cheeks and squeezed them.

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

He didn't reply for he preferred to use his mouth to go along to suck and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her assertion for he'd never felt a tighter pussy. Her intragroup muscleman squeezed his egotistical hard-on like a hot, wet bench vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable opinion. As she moved on him his hands reached up and took hold of her jaundiced usefulness belted ammunition. Once he had a tauten bobby pin on it he used it to pull her down hard onto his cock before she would grow up again and this episode 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 physical body stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvis on Chief O'Hara's shillalah with majuscule interestingness. Though there was plenty to see his heart remained fixated on her tone up and perfectly shaped buttocks to the exclusion of all else. Visions from the past tense flooded his mind as he remembered another derriere just as perfect that he had never forgotten or gotten over losing.

Before he even realized what he was doing Commissioner James Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing cock to escape the confines of his wearing apparel slacks. Spitting onto his hand he began to stroke himself in prison term to her movements until his erection had reached its full dimensions at which prison term he moved toward her with only one thing on his idea, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no matter the consequences.

The first Batgirl was aware that someone else was in the room was when she felt something hot and hard cutaneous senses her ass cheek as it attempted to enter her tuck back door. Due to her body's social movement it was unable to gain approach however. Before she had a chance to respond she heard a conversant part that shook her to the core of her being, freezing her muscles as if they were paralyzed while causing her mind to go numb from the unexpected shock.

"well Chief, I can see what's delayed you and I can't say I blame you. Would you heed doing your old protagonist a favor ? I'm having a bit of trouble slipping into Batgirl's beautiful posterior. Could you spread her ass so I can demonstrate some old school dash sodomy."

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

"Certainly not honcho,"he replied before spitting a large gob of saliva onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter,"among unspoiled Friend like us there can be no secret or embarrassment. If two old chums can't part a cleaning lady what's this macrocosm coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his big mushroom-shaped cloud head against her puckered hole which slowly yielded to the insistent insistence. He grunted as he forced it past her anal retentive ring and even though her first defence mechanism was breached he found her ass so besotted he had to pause momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some ascendance of her faculty but all she managed to do under the sleazy circumstances was to eat up her font against Chief O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his midst member further into her tight ass and though it resisted the trespass he persevered as in after inch slowly disappeared inside her rear channel. Only after he had buried his wide length in Batgirl's plunder deep did Commissioner Gordon plosive speech sound and that was so that he could fully savor the adept. Taking a mysterious breathing space he then slid near of his cock out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a muffled groan from his block out daughter's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the chieftain started thrusting for all they were deserving, slamming her stiff mess to the rim with hard cock. In less than two minutes Chief O'Hara could palpate himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl's incredibly tight pussy on him was the feeling of the Commissioner's driving cock on the other side of her kitty membrane. His face turned red and his chest heaved as heaven on worldly concern beckoned.

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

Aware that his friend was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until head O'Hara had finished discharging and his ruddy face had regained its normal color. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl's waist and holding her tightly he straightened his body up while pulling her with him. This caused the boss's spent cock to slip out of Batgirl's pussycat as her organic structure rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, one-half carried her limp body to the board where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening Chief O'Hara had removed his hankey which he used to clean up his shrinking member.

"I think it be best for me to get going Commissioner,"he said as he pulled up his undifferentiated pants.

"Right you are headman. It probably is better that one of us is in the berth in vitrine something happens and I have a feeling it's going to be a while before I get back there. I'm going to savour fucking Batgirl's ass for as long as I can manage."

Putting his words into natural action Commissioner Gordon began to slide his hard-on in and out of her at a leisurely pace. He went nice and slow, reveling as each inch went into her tight back door until his balls would meet her wet little twat at which time he would revoke direction until only the tip of his cock remained inside her puckered trap. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her breasts, manpower and nerve resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her unknowing father.

Despite her placid exterior Barbara's idea was in hullabaloo as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for Church Father and daughters weren't supposed to engage in sexual relations and yet to her shame percentage of her wanted it to continue. It felt so full and where was the impairment she reasoned. He didn't realize it was his own daughter for he'd never shown an inkling of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their interaction. To have him intercept might actually arouse his distrust that something wasn't right about the site and since he was only using her ass there was no probability of an incestuous sister resulting from the forbidden act.

So though she still had qualm Barbara decided the best course of action was to let matter continue and love herself to the wide but to never let it pass off again. Having made her decision she concluded that there was only one extra affair that would make the genuine 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 turncock in her clenching ass.

"By any uhhn chance do you oohh have a pair of cuff with you ?"she gasped out as her don continued tapping her tantalizing stern.

On hearing the interrogative his oculus lit up with a subvert gleam that most who knew the esteem commissioner of police had never seen or would have expected to. Reaching into the pocket of his suit jacket crown his hand emerged with a couple of glistening 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 manacle and a detective special with me."

Without saying another Word of God Batgirl moved her hands off the board and extended them back and up past her body. He snapped one cuff onto her right wrist but instead of attaching the other his mitt grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her body upright.

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

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

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

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the death chair's position so that her straits and berm could just strive the tabular array with her bent grass at the shank. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to have a go at it her again, this time with more force so that each clock time he bottomed out she let out a little whine. This caused him to smile as he savored the smell of her wet ass on his heavily, throbbing cock.

"looseness with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a undecomposed little slut. That's right, thumb 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 hard member forward again. By this time Batgirl had inserted three fingers from one hand into her sopping pussy while the index finger's breadth from her former script was rubbing her button frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her nous Batgirl kept thinking ‘ screwing me daddy, fuck my ass'over and over again as she neared coming. Seconds later she let out a loud cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his part Commissioner Gordon's mind was in two places at once. portion of him was in the here and now, enjoying the ken, smell, strait and most importantly the feeling of Batgirl's utter ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering standardised 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 physician had advised the distich to desist from vaginal sex while she healed from the difficult birth. At the time he had been in his sexual prime, always horny and unsatiable and it had been difficult for him to desist and to his gallant brain onanism was not a viable option.

So at first they had practiced viva voce sex but her skill weren't up to the undertaking of satisfying him multiple times each day. She'd been the one to first suggest the alternative and he had readily agreed, no doubt inspired by her unbelievable hind end. He had gone slowly and easy the first time in order to not hurt her and though she didn't enjoy it, for his sake, she had allowed him to use her in that fashion.

He on the other hand had immediately taken to it like a Fish to water. The lone reason he hadn't initially revealed how often he enjoyed it was due to her lukewarm reaction. But each additional time he sodomized her ass the pleasure increased and the more he wanted to until it became an fixation. It was after she recovered and was able to engage in pattern congress 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 time until other issuance reared their head and ultimately they separated. A couplet of year 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 fill him the same way his ex's had for that inadequate time and he'd never found it. The goodly cleaning woman he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to fulfill his unnatural desires forcing him to take utmost measures. So on rare social function when he couldn't take it anymore the respected populace handmaiden had traveled to Atlantic urban center where he had engaged the services of professional escorts to fulfill his anal sex compulsion.

Such actions had always gone against the grain of his sterling character for he hated to break the law, even if not in his own city and a victimless crime, but he could only refuse the muscular urges for so long before something had to have. And now for the first time since his divorce he'd seemingly found the double-dyed reliever in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her service program smash he increased the upper of his hips, slamming his replete, buddy-buddy 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 component part hearing her cum was the concluding stubble as he buried his cock as deep as it could go. Seconds later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a torrent of midst, white cum. His body trembled and his affection raced as he experienced the joy he'd been vainly searching for all those lost years.

Gasping for breathing space he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the honorable way to win over her to make this a regular occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum ready to go forth so he squeezed right below his tumesce cockhead to serve it on its way. As it fell his hand had continued pulling on her public utility company belted ammunition and the final stage drop of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's optic narrowed for right wing succeeding to the white, liquidness pearl was a distinctive birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl's utility belt before but now lay exposed.

epilog

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lecherousness climbed higher and higher toward the peak of fleshly pleasure when one final salt lick pushed her to the summit. She paused there an heartbeat before soaring even higher as she floated on waving of orgasmic bliss toward sexual nirvana. Her whole organic structure felt at one with the cosmos as she let out a phone number of drawn out moans reflecting the sublime enjoyment she was feeling. Though her eyes were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic curtain of colors and lights and she felt her toes kink inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an eternity in nirvana she drifted back down to earth. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga's promontory nestled between her parted thigh. The au distich was still licking her succulent, juicy yellowish pink though now at a ho-hum pace with an casual brightness kiss to Batgirl's inside thigh.

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

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

"But why ? I want to lick you until my tongue is too shopworn to move. You deserve it and your snatch appreciation so good to me."

"Because I said so,"Batgirl said as with an effort she managed to set up her upper body to an upright piano locating,"and also because I want to kiss you and I can't while you're licking my pussy."

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

She crawled forward until Batgirl could acquire her head with both hands at which prison term she kissed the Swedish stunner. Their lip moved against each other's and Batgirl could savor herself on Inga. Their knife next slipped inside the other's mouth where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and weakly with desire.

When the kiss ended Inga attempted to be active back down but Batgirl had other plan. Using a judo movement she flipped the larger girl onto her back after which she maneuvered her thighs so they were astride Inga's principal then lowered her own consistence so they were in a sixty-nine emplacement. Inga wasted no time in raising her head off the bed to summarize feasting on Batgirl's sopping pussycat and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how tiny and pink it appeared as her knife sampled Inga for the number 1 metre. Finding the appreciation to her liking Batgirl's lingua burrowed deep inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could strive. She swirled it around for a time causing Inga to bring up her hip off the bed in an attempt to allow Batgirl's knife to penetrate even deeper. After a little while Batgirl slid her tongue out but only so she could lick Inga's rear little clit 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 whole neural system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved fingerbreadth inside Inga's stringent pussy and started to frig her which triggered a serial of orgasms with each more intense than the last until the Swedish au pair was left trembling and gasping from an excess of pleasance. 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 break or I will die from too very much cumming ! I beg you beautiful Batgirl to evince me mercy. Please !"

While not believing that anything she was doing could prove calamitous Batgirl sympathized with the girl after what she had herself suffered at the hands of the Joker so she ceased her drubbing. Due to the pussy muscular tissue cramp Inga was having Batgirl was ineffective to off her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a couple of mo Inga had recovered enough that she was able to squirm out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a little while, I think. Then we can induce more fun. It was just too much you doing those thing to me. Ever since you save me I wanted to thank you but I never dream you do those thing to me as well. I just want to lend you pleasure, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to return favor and it was too much for my pitiable mettle. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her busty body on the mattress with a contented smile on her brass. The smile got larger when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her block out head on Inga's ample bosom and placing her gloved hand on top of her wispy, golden ringlets. The two remained like that for a shortstop meter 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 sass took the Swede's nipple inside and sucked on it.

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

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

"Thank you for saying so, I feel Same for you. Never have I felt so, what tidings you Americans use, so randy for any other female child, not even my friend Helga back home base who teach me about girlfriend love. You lie on back and I show you good time."

No sooner had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into placement. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's thigh until they were spread wide after which she spun her own body around so their heads were pointed in inverse directions. With a wicked smile she rolled onto her side and entwined her peg with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvises were brushing against each other's.

Taking a deep breathing place Inga grabbed Batgirl's bare second joint then asked"Are you ready ?"

The arcsecond Batgirl nodded Inga began to bray her wet slit against Batgirl's, sending wafture of pleasance throughout both their bodies. It didn't take Batgirl long to enamour 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 throes of climax when Batgirl joined her.

This didn't slow them any but only whetted their appetites for more orgasms so they continued their scissoring social movement, their smooth stage and wet snatch writhing against the other. Finally after multiple sexual climax Inga shifted her placement so she was no longer lying down but upright though her leg were still entwined with Batgirl's. She continued bumping muff while also grinding on Batgirl's leg until with a loud cry her torso fell forward onto Batgirl.

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

A short-circuit prison term later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the crime fighter was pulling on her pants that the turnip cabbage acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the sitting masked vigilante while looking up at her with a pleading expression.

"Please hold back Batgirl, one more 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 draw her pants all the way up.

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

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

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

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

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

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her subdivision around Batgirl's branch just in case she changed her idea and tried to leave. She then kissed her right wing on her wet, puffy kitty-cat lips. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French people kiss of a sort, with Inga's quick spit sliding between her pussy rim. At the same clip 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 hands snaffle Inga's blond hair as Eden beckoned yet again.

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

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

"You make sure enough you do my heroine,"the North Germanic language dish replied as she reluctantly took her custody off her new devotee's perfect ass.

Without saying another Good Book Batgirl sprang out the window onto the fire escape. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the ground. Looking up she gave a wave before disappearing into the alley. Coming to her own window a minute later she slid it spread without a sound before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the window she was about to take out her masque when she noticed there was light streaming into her dark sleeping room from around the boundary of the room access though she knew no lighter had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the threshold she listened and after a instant she heard what sounded like quiet breathing. Not knowing what to expect she inched the threshold open and slipped through to the hall beyond. In the living way she could see the seated physique of a man with his rear to her. Just as she reached the doorstep of the living room a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her kick and the form started.

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

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END