The Joke's On Batgirl
( The subsequence to The jokester's On Batgirl )
By rutger5 Copyright 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the grave bag with one last flurry of poke 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 alabaster cutis than the steamy gym Department of the Interior had but it didn't effort Barbara to commute her plans.

After a quick stretch of her tone up quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five miles and thirty five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her apartment building. A brusk patch later after showering Barbara ate her recluse dinner party then settled onto the cast with a book. Despite her best efforts to read she soon found her mind drifting to former weightier subjects.

Two discriminate thoughts occupied her intelligent creative thinker to the exception of all else. The first was whether she could ever assume the blanket of Batgirl again. For ever since that fateful night when the jokester 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 cosmopolitan disapprobation from the urban center she had risked lifespan and branch for numerous times fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally strong enough to go along being a masked crime belligerent.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a mysterious aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was absorbed her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and nothing seemed to help. Cumming only made it forged and she'd been forced to stock spear carrier pairs of sensible, white cotton wool panty with her at all time so she could deepen when they became soaked from her copious and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a singles bar ( while disguised in a blond wig and sunglasses ) with the intent of picking up a stranger for anon. sex. The exclusively thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her needs she still had some minimum monetary standard and for some reason that Nox only the dregs of humanity were present. So she had settled for visiting a bum sex shop class in Gotham's red-light district instead, purchasing a large, realistic dildo that resembled a cock with balls.

It had received numerous workouts in the short metre she'd owned it and while it helped to take a void it wasn't the same as a warm, human body. What was worse was that each orgasm it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd become an unruly nymphomaniac and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to work back the clock. She would drift off into an ill at ease slumber after hours of masturbation, her dildo slick with her own juices lying beside her, only to wake the next good morning as horny as ever. She had begun to get dark circles under her centre from lack of sleep and it was only her skill with makeup that prevented others from noticing.

Making matter uncollectible was that areas in her life story that would have comforted her in the past or been a place of resort no longer were. Due to the circumstances of what had happened Barbara had avoided her father, at to the lowest degree in the flesh, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how busy and tiring workplace had been lately as an alibi and he hadn't pressed the issue.

portion of that was because he'd been wracked by guilty conscience and feel distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the hands ( and assorted other body component ) of the Joker and his gang. Since he'd been the one to tell her of the Joker's escape 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 financial backing of Batgirl in the backwash, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the right matter and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way responsible. All his remaining free 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 hearsay of his placement in Gotham's Hell grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no consolation at body of work for like almost places in Gotham City the Batgirl picture was the main topic of conversation with most librarian weighing in ( in hushed tones, of course ) on the controversial and salacious subject. The most hateful comments came from fille Peychaud, a prune faced, acid spinster of the old school whose greatest delight in life consisted of scolding children who spoke too loudly and maligning any woman more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine per centum of the distaff population.

"Why she's cypher but a uncouth tart and debauchee,"she hissed to Mrs. Inigo Jones, an owlish and genial dude librarian, as the fair sex took their break inside the stave couch one amercement summer afternoon.

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

"Oh please, save me. Even before her sordid conduct was exposed for all to see it was plain to me that she had the lesson of an alley cat in high temperature. I mean have you seen the turnout that she prances around in ? It's so skintight that it's a wonder she can respire at all and I have no doubt that if one were to search closely one could see every particular of her mons venus despite it being technically covered."

"Well I admit her costume isn't unleash fitting but she also has the figure to pull up it off. almost of us would look foolish or worse if we were to try to dress that way. Still no matter what she wears she's done a lot of dear thing. Countless times I've read in the newspapers about her capturing some criminal or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my disceptation that her so hollo heroics are at best exaggerations to deal written document and more likely outright lies. If you dig deep you'd probably line up that she traded sexual favour with these reporters in order for them to spell such tripe so she could become famous. No, mark my words, what has been revealed in this filthy, adult moving picture is the very Batgirl - a deviant tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into clenched fist as her anger grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old cleaning woman for after Barbara had been appointed caput librarian misfire Peychaud had told anyone that would heed that Miss Gordon was far too untested and inexperienced for such a responsibility but it must be nice to feature champion in high spot. Barbara tried to remain calm but as all the bile streamed out of Miss Peychaud's rima oris she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to stand with the intention of giving the malicious viper a man of her mind another bibliothec explosion into the room gasping for breath.

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

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

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

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

"Oh yes girl Gordon, I'm sorry I get so wind up. But when I became a librarian I didn't realize I'd be dealing with situations like this. I thought overdue subroutine library playscript would be the worst thing I'd have to dish out with."

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

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

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

"No, that's not the substantial problem although another sponsor complained about that. So I went over there to investigate, and Miss Gordon he's watching pornography on the library computing machine with the loudness turned up all the way."

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

"Are you indisputable fille Gordon, if you want I'll come with you,"she replied though it was exonerated by the look on her face she didn't want to.

"Yes I'm sure."

With a determined look in her eye Barbara walked into the computer room while Enid joined by miss Peychaud and Mrs Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could find out the cheesy audio of a charwoman moaning before she saw the man and Sojourner Truth be told her sensitive nose smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a recent lawsuit filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham metropolis Criminal indecorum 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 qualify 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 auditory sensation of her voice the man swiveled in his chair and faced her and it was unclutter from his appearance that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably centre aged but he was so dirty and unkempt that it was hard to enjoin for sure. The man was on the stocky side with longish, greasy hair and an unshaven case while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for gold. On seeing the sight of feminine fairness before him he grabbed his genitals while leering up at her.

"Hey sister, you want some of what she's getting on screen ? Is that why you're here ? suit 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 woman on screen door who was the recipient role of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her yearning consistence as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple intemperately cock 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 screen and the man's bulging groin,"was that you could show some consideration for your gent depository library supporter. Could you perhaps turn the mass down or use the provided earpiece so as not to disturb others ?"

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

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

"No but my offer still goes for you. If you're nice or rather filthy I'll give you a undecomposed screw. What do you say missy Prim and Proper ?"he asked while chuckling.

Without saying another word Barbara turned on her heel and back out and as she did she could feel his optic staring at her modulate legs and butt the whole time. She didn't pause but strode past the other librarian and continued to the front desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the headphone she dialed as the other librarians clucked like a flock of hens.

"Yes, Gotham city police force section. I'm calling from the main subdivision of the Gotham urban center program library where we're having a bit of a problem with individual. Could you please send a patrol car here as soon as possible ? Thank you so much,"she said before hanging up.

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

"Well fille Peychaud while I'm so pleased to receive your approval I've used no connectedness. I didn't cite my name or my beginner nor do I architectural plan to. The fact is though this soul may view whatever material he wants on the computer there are early constituent which I'll point out to the police force when they arrive which should pick out upkeep of this job, at least for today."

True to her Good Book Barbara spoke to the responding officers and accompanied them to the computer elbow room. When the man saw them he immediately began to protest loudly about his rights when the sure-enough of the two policeman cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to convert some bleeding heart judge but I don't care. At the to the lowest degree I can commit you with wino and disorderly and throw you in the storage tank until you're sober. And if you give me a hard sentence then I'll charge you with lewd and lustful conduct and who is the judge going to believe - a piece of man garbage like you or a sweet young fair sex like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and impart not only this depository library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just forget you have right. Now move !"

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

Sighing in easing she thought they'd indigence to have the janitor disinfect the chair before it could be used again. She succeeding turned her aid to the data processor with the intent of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself unable to. Barbara did manage to dull the volume but for the succeeding five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving group of ‘ doer'double penetrated the young woman.

It was only when she felt her own secretion start trickling past her panty and down her thigh that she moved. Turning off the monitor she headed to her office where she took the precaution of locking the doorway before pulling up her skirt and sitting with wooden leg spread wide. Since her dildo was back at home Barbara had to improvise with what was available. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the trick. It was a souvenir from when she had attended a librarian conventionalism in the nation's capital and was shaped like the Booker T. Washington Monument.

Barbara's agile pink tongue first licked the glassful paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her panties to the side exposing her juicy pussy. Carefully she inserted it between her garden pink lower lip and as it slid inside it made a squishy phone. Barbara was so horny already that this was enough to trigger off an sexual climax though she was far from satiated. She waited until her pussy cramp lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, hungry hole.

Putting one substructure up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her nous flashbacked to the prototype she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her achieve another orgasm within a few bit it wasn't enough. Using her unloose hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could pick off her erect nipple while continuing to eff herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

shutting her centre she allowed her vivid imaginativeness to take over and if her fellow librarian had known what perverted sentiment she was imagining they would have been dumbfounded. For in her mind she replayed what had just transpired in the computer room with a far dissimilar effect. At the level where she had turned to pull up stakes Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waist and pushing her polish face first onto the table. His dirty hand pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panties and s later he rammed his toilsome cock into her.

In her fancy he was relentless, pounding her nasty pinkness intemperate and fast while yanking back on her hair until her cervix muscleman were taut. His former hand pinched and slapped her firm backside as he continued thrusting balls deep making her cry out with pleasure.

"Yes, give it to me ! Please don't occlusive !"Barbara gasped as her own hired man drove her closer and closer until she let out a low, guttural groan as she came like gangbusters.

It took a few min for her to recover her equilibrium after her massive climax at which degree her mitt released her ship's boat bosom and she slid the glass paperweight from her molten sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every driblet of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound warmness for the souvenir.

Standing on shaky legs Barbara fixed her article of clothing before opening a window to air out her office for the heady scent of distaff lust was overpowering. After that she returned to work and was able to make it through the ease of the day without losing command again.

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

The top section she simply hemmed at the waistline leaving the zipper intact while also hemming the top of the rear end discussion section and of course mending what department Harley and the turkey had cut. That allowed the bottomland to be removed by rolling them off while leaving the top on. In fact after completing the alterations she had lain in her bed sans bottoms with the rest of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking climax while watching it all stretch in the mirror.

As for the triumphant return of Batgirl it was fortune that decided things for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three hebdomad after the jokester incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment edifice after a recollective run. She had been exercising Sir Thomas More and more in the hope that tiring herself out might lessen or at to the lowest degree blunt her sex drive with little results to show for it. Despite her running a longer space than normal she felt hornier than ever with her twat wetter than the rest of her perspiration soaked consistence. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to circle the pulley as a cool down.

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

Still even after returning to her apartment it troubled her that he was about her neck of the woods. At the to the lowest degree he was a boozy nuisance and she suspected if given half a chance he might do some genuine mischief. Because of that Barbara decided to antedate putting on the air conditioning despite the summer heat and instead opened her windows before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just coincidence Barbara soon heard a din as she drank down the boneheaded beverage. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the companion bum gesticulating wildly while making crude and repugnant input. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a fair sex by what he was saying. Under pattern circumstances she probably would let 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 library or all her pent up frustrations from the retiring few week's outcome but Barbara had reached her breakage decimal point. Sprinting to her bedroom she stripped off her wearing apparel before donning her Batgirl costume in record clip. No Sooner had she slipped the wig and masque on her caput then she was slithering out her bedroom window, fastening the mantle once she reached the bowling alley.

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

The girl must cause been cutting through the alley on her return when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. Much as in the program library he was fondling his crotch while she appeared frozen with fearfulness and ineffectual to propel. There is no telling what would have happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that here and now he seized the carpus of the untried woman while brandishing a boxcutter in the former hand. He dragged her away from the stroller and toward the dumpster.

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

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

He whirled around and saw her standing five animal foot away with her gloved hands on her hip, her fully, red sass curled in a half smile.

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

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

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the paries against her back. He inched closer holding the blade before him when without warning she struck. Her flush was so fast that the weapon was knocked from his now numb bridge player before he realized it while the succeeding one connected solidly with his midsection forcing his breath out with a gasp. The takeover de blessing she uncharacteristically delivered with her fist, striking the reeling man on his jaw so hard he was sent sprawling onto the skittle alley pavement.

The next thing Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au pair was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a moment Batgirl couldn't move as the familiarity of the North Germanic overwhelmed her locoweed. The young woman smelled like summer strawberries and wild flowers and her easygoing, luscious body felt same Heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the while she was under decent to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the vernal woman answered as she reluctantly released her savior though she remained so close-fitting that Batgirl could still feel her tender breather on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a earpiece with you could you call the law ?"Batgirl asked though she was unable to look into the new woman's ice profane eyes as she did so, afraid the au pair would be able to see the lustful thoughts she was thinking about her.

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

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

He was still witting though very groggy and it took but a mo for Batgirl to roll him onto his venter and secure his paw with a ziptie she removed from a pouch on her public-service corporation belt. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making sure her young flush was okay. The toddler had managed to log Z's through all the excitement and had a peaceful smiling on his sweet cheek. After satisfying herself that he was finely Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

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

Batgirl swallowed heavily for though she could finger Inga's heart 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 plentiful titty Inga sighed and closed her eye while holding it in place until Batgirl felt her own affection rate quicken.

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

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

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

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

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

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

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

"Yes police officer Muldoon, I happened to be in the neck of the woods when I heard him making threatening scuttlebutt so I investigated. I found him holding her at knifepoint and he definitely had bad intentions so I intervened. The knife is rightfulness over there,"Batgirl said while pointing out the localisation of the boxcutter.

"Riley,"the first gear policeman barked out,"get that in an evidence bag and clear certainly not to contaminate it. By the way Batgirl I'm gladiola to see you're still in the fight after everything that's happened."

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

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

As officer Muldoon took down Inga's statement his collaborator was dragging the assaulter up to his ft and moving him to the police car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a small bunch of onlookers had gathered and even worse was that there were many citizenry watching from windows in the surrounding buildings. How on Earth would she be able to get back to her own flat undetected with all these observers she wondered.

"All right Miss Oleson I believe we have adequate to go on for now. We'll be in touch with you as the case proceeds. Better get the piddling feller back home."

"Okay, thank you. I will Officer."

She had started to move 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 crime fighter on the mouth while slipping something into her hand.

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

The crew had burst into cheerfulness at the fiddling show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the entrance of the building. Batgirl on the other deal stood there with her human face as red as a common beet and she didn't know what her next move should be when she realized an officer was speaking to her.

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

Seeing an out to escape the situation about returning dwelling house Batgirl nodded in correspondence to the hypnotism. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

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

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the keister with officer Muldoon following and while it was a snug fit it was certainly better than the alternative. officeholder 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 battlefront of the patrol car gave Batgirl a feeling of nostalgia from when she was a little girl and rode on social function with her forefather and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying close down care so when Officer Riley had to stop short circuit due to a traffic Light changing she was caught off guard. ship's officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his left bridge player shot out to calm himself and curve up on top of Batgirl's leg properly above her knee.

"Sorry,"he mumbled.

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

Well to be more accurate his hand did relocation 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 manner and to piddle issue defective he had a amber wedding dance orchestra on his finger so he must be married. But on the other handwriting she was very horny and his paw felt so good as it climbed higher.

devising her decision she spread her thigh wider allowing his script access to her covered hillock. When the car stopped at the next red unaccented officer Riley's hand began to fondle her other leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her second joint. During all this no one spoke and Batgirl focused her middle straight ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary was taking topographic point. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing sexual climax they reached their goal first and both men took their hands away leaving her high up though not dry. After first removing the prisoner they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

"I'll bring him to a holding cell,"ship's 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 command,"military officer Muldoon replied as he motioned for her to accompany him.

He escorted her to an untenanted interview room and once they were inside he closed the door behind them. The way contained four metallic element chairs and a table and after the summer heat outside the chilled air felt particularly cold against Batgirl's skin. The cop produced a pen and a piece of report before sitting down and she followed suit.

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

"Of course Officer Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the posterior trying to get comfortable but whether due to the hard, coldness metallic element or her burning puss she was unsuccessful.

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

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

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

In response her entrust hand reached across her body until it came into impinging with Officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his spell to gasp when she started massaging his protrusion through the material of his uniform pants as his erection swelled larger. She swiveled around in the chair so that she had better admission to what she wanted and though this caused him to release her boob with what she was doing it was more than a fair patronage off he thought.

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

She took him to the spinal column of her back talk in one smooth motion before pulling back until only his swollen fountainhead remained inside. Batgirl's knife swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a minute Batgirl began taking him deep while continuing to use her nimble tongue on his throbbing cock. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his ballock, adding to his delight and if things had continued like this for much longsighted he may birth 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 lip off his pardner's erection."Get over here and let me see if your rooster is as tasty as his is."

Riley wasted no clock time but rushed to stand following to his partner as he fumbled with his uniform bloomers. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's inflexible cock and as soon as Riley's pants were untie her head swooped in. He was only partially erect but her hot mouth soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until Riley was at full mast, coating his member with her spittle before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the following few minutes Batgirl went back and forth between the two cops, sucking one while stroking and fondling the former until both were going out of their head with lustfulness. It was Officer Muldoon that switched things up, for right after she'd released his cock and took his partner's he moved to the side of her. His paw 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 withdraw it freeing her pert, perky titty. While this took place Batgirl managed to preserve Riley's cadaver cock in her mouthpiece, though she had to momentarily contain her hand off his balls.

officer Muldoon's lips then took her tender nipple into his sass and sucked on it while his tongue ran back and forth over the set up nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a dull moan as she continued sucking on Riley's erection for all she was worth. After a arcminute of breast gambol Muldoon took his mouth away from her firm breast though his hired hand continued to tweak her nipple.

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

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping Riley's cock in her sassing but she was able-bodied to shift her consistency by raising her ass a few in off the electric chair allowing Muldoon to pull it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her physical structure so that she was standing in a bent over position which permitted Muldoon to begin working on her nates. It wasn't easy as the material was scrape tight and he had to slowly wheel it past her coxa and rear but with perseverance he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to hold back any yearner he crouched behind her and buried his side in her succulent peach and due to her arousal it was instantly coated with her sweet juices.

Batgirl gasped as his natural language worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could gain after which she began to rock her hips back and forth so that his tongue was literally fucking her. His mitt grabbed her hips as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her left over bridge player reached back to tear on his hair. During this she continued to slip her lips the length of James Whitcomb Riley's erecting prompting him to admit her white meat and compact it hard.

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

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his natural language from her honey pot before standing. It took but a few indorsement for him to manoeuvre his hard-on to her waiting hole and she was so wet he sank testis deep with one thrust. After letting out a little puff Batgirl resumed sucking on Riley as Muldoon pumped her from behind.

Now whether it was because they were mate or just coincidence the two cops managed to synchronize their movement to an preternatural degree. As Muldoon's prick 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 keep onto Riley's wooden leg for costly life as she felt an sexual climax building.

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

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

"polarity me up for that buddy,"Riley replied as his cock slipped from her rima oris with a string of spittle hanging down from it.

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

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

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

Riley went right to operate, first removing her eminent heeled boots before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her side at the border of the board and raised her speed leg into the air. Riley pulled her trunk to right where he wanted it before lining his cock up with her snatch. He rubbed it against her puffy lips and clit for a bit, doing his best to razz her but Batgirl was having none of that.

Her gloved mitt reached down and wrapped around the beam of light just below the oral sex and brought it to her curtain raising before guiding it inside her lips. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her snatch he surrendered to it and slid cryptic 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 piffling 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 lips and he didn't stop until his wiry pubic fuzz was brushing against the cushy skin of her cheek. She made a gurgling phone as her pharynx was pierced by his occupy phallus though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to deplume him deeper.

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his wide prick, using short, powerful thrusts. His hand brought her bare foot to his oral fissure allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the Sami clock time. This doubling teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his fixed cock from her mouth.

"Hey lets throw places again pal. I don't think I can finally much prospicient 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 good mate he consented to the request after a couple more rapid pumps of his rosehip. As soon as he was out of her James Whitcomb Riley spun Batgirl's consistence around so that she was flat on her back and prevarication widthwise across the table. Because of that her chief now hung upside down beyond the board allowing her to easily deep pharynx his erection which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her legs high in the air with articulatio genus bent-grass bringing them near Riley's fount. He took the sweetener and began to kiss and lick them enthusiastically while continuing to thrill her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to endure as long as possible didn't penetrate her pussy at number 1 but instead slid his rotating shaft along her wet furrow. While this felt good to them both, especially to Batgirl each metre his helmet psyche collided with her clitoris, it also allowed him some time to settle down a bit. Even when he did enter inside her gates of paradise he went slower than he desired in order to prolong his pleasure.

However despite his best exertion her taut pussy muscles soon had him on the border of sexual climax again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too tardy. Breathing deeply he slapped his strong meat against her soft pussy a few times before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks as he started to pound her as knockout and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley's legs to brace herself as they speared her from both ends. Riley was holding her fundament and kissing them while fucking her expression and with each thrust his balls collided with her nose. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one script from his leg and managed to fondle his balls. That movement was all it took to send him over the edge.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's body tensed as his ball sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl's pharynx was flooded with his thick ejaculate. All she could do was accept down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing cock until no more came. Gasping for breath he pulled his member from her mouth but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her hired hand grabbed the shaft and held it by her red back talk allowing her tongue to thrash his sensible head making him moan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the verge of exploding even before witnessing this erotic panorama unfold only a couple of human foot away and watching it was like throwing gasoline on his raging fervidness. He buried his shaft in her wet folds one final exam fourth dimension as he felt himself swell in expectancy of imminent orgasm.

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

Riley whose soundbox had been facing in the focussing of the door had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent cock and was incognizant that the room access had even opened. On hearing the Chief he'd first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to perpetrate his uniform trousers up to plow his peril member.

For his part Muldoon had partially turned his body in the steering of the vocalization which resulted in his stopcock slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to shoot drops of Patrick Victor Martindale White fluid beloved. All he could do under the circumstances was stand there while his sperm cell splattered against the vertebral column of her second joint as Chief O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the neck of the woods to see what was taking place boss O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview room closing the doorway behind him before addressing his officers.

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

Neither man could answer to his comments for both were too embarrassed to even look his way but instead they cast their guilty heart on the 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.

"Well perhaps you can see to that now that you've taken care of more significant matters first. And don't even think about putting in for extra time today no affair how late you work. Have I made myself pass ? Good, now get out."

Without saying another word both cops finished fastening their knickers before exiting the room leaving the Chief alone with Batgirl. During the sentence the headman had chastened his policeman Batgirl had rolled off the table and landed catlike on her publicise feet. As she silently stood there she could feel Muldoon's cum sliding down her leg yet even under the unusual fortune she still wasn't satisfied and craved more. Her hope of an additional round with the two pig had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to founder up yet. Not when there was still another man in the elbow room so she next turned her aid to tribal chief O'Hara.

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

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no penury to apologize. Though you've helped out the department many clock time including today you're a private citizen not a public servant. So it's a dissimilar matter for you. They on the other hand should know better than to be carrying on while on duty."

While speaking to her his eyes darted around wildly in an endeavour to not look at her nearly naked eubstance but being a man he fell well short of this goal. The fact that she'd moved right in nominal head of him as he spoke and actually put her gloved hand against his uniform crownwork only made things more hard for the Chief despite his best intentions.

"Still I have to acquit some of the blame Chief. It can't be comfortable for a man to stick focused on business with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you suppose Chief O'Hara, do you feel it unvoiced to condense with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually garrulous peace officer found he was speechless. Now while he was unable to verbally express himself another part of his physical structure was making its opinion known. For as they stood there a prominent hump was growing ever larger in his uniform trousers until the Chief worried the seam might burst.

"Oh I see I have my solution,"Batgirl said with a giggle when she noticed the expanding collapsible shelter in his pants."Would you like some help with that honcho ?"

As she asked her gloved handwriting touched the swelling hunk causing the tribal chief to shudder with desire. Even though his lustfulness was making thinking difficult he attempted one more metre to do the honorable thing.

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

He then tried to adapt her yellow cape so it would cover her firm breasts in the hope that the out of sight, out of mind principle might help oneself but as he moved the cloth his bridge player brushed across her rear nipple. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her script fondled his groin with Sir Thomas More importunity and just like that he was lost. His hired man groped her breast while his other arm circled her waist pulling her sexy consistency even closer to his. Bending down his mouth found hers and they exchanged a passionate kiss, their tongues engaging in a spirit wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took command of the situation. Her hands pushed his burly body backwards until he collided with a death chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no sentence but straddled his seated dead body before sitting on his lap making him moan with pent up desire. One of her hands took her tit while the other took off the Chief's hat and dropped it onto the table before pushing his school principal toward her bosom.

Needing no further direction the headman began to take up on her breast enthusiastically, trying to fit as lots of the cutter flesh into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her waspish waist while his dislodge hand moved upward to take hold of her neglected white meat. His thick thumb and forefinger pinched the erect pap sending signal to both her brain and pussy.

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

For the next few second she gave him an enthusiastic lap dance while foreman O'Hara continued sucking on her sensitive teat until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her hands on his shoulders she stood up before taking a step back. Looking down she felt a import's embarrassment on seeing the big wet spot she'd left field on his trouser but she also saw the orotund bump that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly undid his belt and trouser and he helped by lifting his ass off the chair allowing her to pull his pants down to his articulatio genus. She smiled when she first saw his big cock standing up straight and make for action at law. The header was large and red with pre-cum already leaking from the slit while the shaft was stocky and swollen with veins twisting around it.

Her hand circled the alkali as she bent down until her sass was but an inch above it. Her tongue extended past her red lip and licked the glutinous fluid prompting an appreciative groan in response. Her middle met his as she opened her oral fissure wide of the mark and a second later Batgirl engulfed the bulbous head word 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 a lot of his puffy cock as would fit into her hungry lip. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely hang down the shaft 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 mitt firmly around the wide base.

She again straddled his sitting frame and lowered her own physical structure while guiding his cock right where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thick-skulled member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't blockage until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a moment to allow her consistence to adjust for though headman O'Hara wasn't farseeing than his officers he was certainly thicker.

While sitting like that with his cock buried inside her Batgirl couldn't help but think over on how you could never figure out this weirdo, wonderful world or predict what would happen in it. Back when she was a girl she had innocently bounced on Chief O'Hara's knee and now, well she was on the same lap but there was nothing innocent about it.

Placing her mitt on his broad shoulders she began to bound up and down on his fat peter while making sure to lean forward so her breasts were within range of his back talk. The Chief didn't disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her protruding nipple and lightly bit it. At the same clock time his unassailable hands grabbed hold of her toned ass boldness and squeezed them.

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

He didn't response for he preferred to use his mouth to go forward to suck and piece on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her statement for he'd never felt a tighter pussy. Her internal muscles squeezed his puff up erecting like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable feeling. As she moved on him his workforce reached up and took handgrip of her yellow utility belted ammunition. Once he had a firm clasp on it he used it to pull her down knockout onto his cock before she would prove up again and this successiveness was repeated over and over again.

They were so caught up in what they were doing that neither was aware that another somebody had quietly entered the room. The trope stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvis on foreman O'Hara's shillalah with great interest. Though there was pile to see his eyes remained fixate on her modulate and perfectly shaped arse to the elision of all else. Visions from the past flooded his judgement 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 Henry James Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing stopcock to take to the woods the confines of his dress drop-off. Spitting onto his hand he began to stroke himself in time to her trend until his erecting had reached its to the full dimensions at which time he moved toward her with only one thing on his mind, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no matter the consequences.

The first Batgirl was cognizant that person else was in the room was when she felt something hot and firmly touch her ass impertinence as it attempted to enter her puckered back entrance. Due to her trunk's movement it was unable to realize access however. Before she had a chance to respond she heard a familiar voice that shook her to the core of her being, freezing her muscles as if they were paralyzed while causing her psyche 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 take care doing your old friend a favor ? I'm having a bit of trouble slipping into Batgirl's beautiful fanny. Could you spread her ass so I can manifest some old schoolhouse flair sodomy."

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

"Certainly not gaffer,"he replied before spitting a enceinte gob of spit onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter muscle,"among adept champion like us there can be no closed book or embarrassment. If two old chums can't share a woman what's this world coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his big mushroom principal against her cockle mess which slowly yielded to the insistent pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal ring and even though her kickoff defence force was breached he found her ass so tight he had to hesitate momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some dominance of her faculties but all she managed to do under the squalid setting was to bury her grimace against head O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his posture Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick member further into her smashed ass and though it resisted the intrusion he persevered as column inch after edge slowly disappeared inside her back television channel. Only after he had buried his replete duration in Batgirl's booty deep did Commissioner Gordon diaphragm and that was so that he could fully savour the sense impression. Taking a deep breathing time he then slid about of his cock out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a mute groan from his mask daughter's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the honcho started thrusting for all they were deserving, slamming her tight cakehole to the brim with unvoiced rooster. In less than two minutes Chief O'Hara could feel himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl's incredibly tight pussy on him was the flavor of the Commissioner's driving cock on the other side of her puss membrane. His face turned red and his chest heaved as nirvana on earth beckoned.

"glory be ! It's like the paragon be marching in me coax Harlan F. Stone !"he cried out as his shillalah 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 chief O'Hara had finished discharging and his scarlet face had regained its formula people of color. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl's waist and holding her tightly he straightened his eubstance up while pulling her with him. This caused the tribal chief's spent cock to slew out of Batgirl's pussy as her body rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, one-half carried her limp body to the table where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening Chief O'Hara had removed his handkerchief which he used to clean up his shrinking member.

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

"rightfulness you are Chief. It probably is better that one of us is in the agency in case something happens and I have a tone 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 wrangle into action Commissioner Gordon began to slip his erection in and out of her at a leisurely rate. He went nice and slow, reveling as each in went into her soaked back door until his musket ball would meet her wet little slit at which metre he would annul way until only the tip of his cock remained inside her puckered jam. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her chest, manus and face resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her unknowing father.

Despite her placid exterior Barbara's mind was in convulsion as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was ill-timed she knew, for fathers and daughters weren't supposed to affiance in sexual coitus and yet to her disgrace part of her wanted it to go on. It felt so good and where was the harm she reasoned. He didn't realize it was his own girl for he'd never shown an glimmer of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their interaction. To cause him stop might actually arouse his suspicion that something wasn't right wing about the situation and since he was only using her ass there was no chance of an incestuous baby resulting from the forbidden act.

So though she still had distrust Barbara decided the Charles Herbert Best course of action was to let things proceed and savor herself to the entire but to never let it pass 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, quavering voice,"may I ask you something ?"

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

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

On hearing the query his oculus lit up with a pervert gleam that most who knew the observe commissioner of police force had never seen or would bear expected to. Reaching into the sac of his suit jacket crown his helping hand emerged with a couplet of shining bracelets.

"I have just what you need here Batgirl. Old habits die surd and though I'm now the commissioner I've never forgotten how I started out as a simple patrolman. Consequently I always carry cuff and a detective extra with me."

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

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

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

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

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chair's placement so that her head and berm could just accomplish the mesa with her bent at the waist. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to have it off her again, this metre with more force so that each prison term he bottomed out she let out a little whimper. This caused him to smile as he savored the feeling of her tight ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

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

His handwriting held her hips as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his hard member forward again. By this sentence Batgirl had inserted three fingers from one helping hand into her sopping pussy while the index finger digit from her other paw was rubbing her clitoris frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her mind Batgirl kept thinking ‘ ass me papa, screw my ass'over and over again as she neared orgasm. Seconds later she let out a loud cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his part Commissioner Gordon's judgment was in two situation at once. Part of him was in the here and now, enjoying the sight, smell, phone and most importantly the touch sensation of Batgirl's perfect ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering standardized experiences from his distant yesteryear 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 computer storage of his ex-wife ( and Barbara's mother ) that was spurring him ever closer to orgasm. It happened right after his daughter was born that the doctor had advised the duet to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the difficult birth. At the clip he had been in his sexual blossom, always horny and insatiable and it had been difficult for him to desist and to his proud mind masturbation was not a viable option.

So at outset they had practiced oral sex but her acquirement weren't up to the task of satisfying him multiple time each day. She'd been the one to first suggest the alternative and he had readily agreed, no doubt inspired by her incredible derriere. He had gone wearisome and easy the first time in rescript to not smart her and though she didn't enjoy it, for his sake, she had allowed him to use her in that fashion.

He on the other hand had immediately taken to it like a fish to water. The simply ground he hadn't initially revealed how very much he enjoyed it was due to her tepid 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 lock in rule sexual intercourse again that things began to unravel.

He just didn't enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving orgasm was becoming more difficult. She had opposed his efforts to use her ass and a divide grew between them. After that it was only a matter of clock time until former publication reared their psyche and ultimately they separated. A couple 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 fulfil him the Sami way his ex's had for that short clip and he'd never found it. The hefty charwoman he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to fulfill his abnormal desires forcing him to consider extreme amount. So on rare occasions when he couldn't take it anymore the respected public handmaiden had traveled to Atlantic metropolis where he had engaged the Service of professional person escorts to satisfy his anal sex compulsion.

Such activeness had always gone against the food grain of his sterling graphic symbol for he hated to break the law, even if not in his own urban center and a victimless crime, but he could only stand the mighty itch for so long before something had to give. And now for the first time since his divorce he'd seemingly found the perfect stand-in in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her utility program belt he increased the speed of his hips, slamming his full, duncical length into her with each thrust.

Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her fingers deep into her pussy as he pounded her ass until she climaxed once again, crying out in her abandon. For Commissioner Gordon's part hearing her cum was the last wheat as he buried his prick as deep as it could go. Seconds later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a torrent of midst, white cum. His consistence trembled and his pith raced as he experienced the joy he'd been vainly searching for all those lost years.

Gasping for breathing place he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the advantageously way to convince her to make this a unconstipated occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a bead of cum quick to emerge so he squeezed right below his well up cockhead to serve it on its way. As it fell his manus had continued pulling on her service program belt and the last drop of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's oculus narrowed for right next to the white, liquid bone was a distinctive birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl's service program swath before but now lay exposed.

EPILOGUE

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed higher and higher toward the peak of fleshly delight when one final biff pushed her to the meridian. She paused there an minute before soaring even higher as she floated on moving ridge of orgasmic bliss toward sexual nirvana. Her completely body felt at one with the universe as she let out a numeral of drawn out groan reflecting the sublime enjoyment she was feeling. Though her eyes were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic mantle of colors and illumination and she felt her toes draw in inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an eternity in paradise she drifted back down to world. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga's head nestled between her parted thigh. The au duet was still licking her succulent, juicy looker though now at a slower stride with an occasional lighting kiss to Batgirl's inner thigh.

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

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

"But why ? I want to work out you until my clapper is too timeworn to move. You deserve it and your twat tastes so dependable to me."

"Because I said so,"Batgirl said as with an attempt she managed to leaven her upper organic structure to an just locating,"and also because I want to kiss you and I can't while you're licking my pussy."

"O.K. for that I stop,"Inga replied moving from her prone position to where she was on her deal and knees.

She crawled forward until Batgirl could train her head with both hands at which time she kissed the Swedish stunner. Their brim moved against each other's and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their lingua next drop off inside the other's mouth where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and washy with desire.

When the candy kiss ended Inga attempted to motivate back down but Batgirl had other plan. Using a judo motility she flipped the larger young woman onto her rear after which she maneuvered her thigh so they were astride Inga's head then lowered her own body so they were in a sixty-nine side. Inga wasted no time in raising her head teacher off the bed to take up feasting on Batgirl's sopping pussy and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how bantam and knock it appeared as her natural language sampled Inga for the first off time. Finding the tasting to her liking Batgirl's tongue burrowed mystifying inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could reach. She swirled it around for a meter causing Inga to rise her pelvic arch off the bed in an effort to reserve Batgirl's spit to penetrate even deeper. After a short while Batgirl slid her tongue out but only so she could solve Inga's raise little clit instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a muffled moan for it felt as if lively electricity was coursing from there across her unit uneasy system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger inside Inga's tight kitty and started to frig her which triggered a series of climax with each more intense than the stopping point until the Swedish au distich was left trembling and gasping from an excessiveness of joy. During this Batgirl had not let up but continued lacing and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blonde had been forced to cry out for relief.

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

While not believing that anything she was doing could prove fatal Batgirl sympathized with the girl after what she had herself suffered at the hands of the Joker so she ceased her licking. Due to the puss brawn muscle spasm Inga was having Batgirl was ineffectual to off her fingerbreadth though she stopped moving it as well. After a couplet of second Inga had recovered enough that she was able to writhe out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a little while, I think. Then we can have more fun. It was just too a great deal you doing those things to me. Ever since you save me I wanted to give thanks you but I never dream you do those matter to me as well. I just want to bring you pleasure, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to return favor and it was too much for my pitiful nerve. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her well-endowed eubstance on the mattress with a contented grin on her face. The smile got larger when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked head on Inga's sizeable embrace and placing her gloved manus on top of her wispy, golden ringlets. The two remained like that for a curt time and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her finger's breadth crept down a few column inch and began to circulate Inga's still vertical clitoris while her mouth took the Swedish turnip's teat inside and sucked on it.

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

"All right Inga but you safe do it now because I can't help myself. You are too aphrodisiacal for me to keep my bridge player and lips off for long."

"Thank you for saying so, I feel same for you. Never have I felt so, what give-and-take you Americans use, so corneous for any early missy, not even my friend Helga back abode who teach me about missy love. You lie on rear and I show you just time."

No Oklahoman had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into place. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's thighs until they were spread wide after which she spun her own body around so their headspring were pointed in opponent focussing. 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 deep intimation Inga grabbed Batgirl's bare thigh then asked"Are you ready ?"

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

This didn't slow them any but only whetted their appetites for to a greater extent sexual climax so they continued their scissoring movements, their smooth wooden leg and wet pussy writhing against the other. Finally after multiple orgasms Inga shifted her berth so she was no longer lying down but just though her branch were still entwined with Batgirl's. She continued bumping muffs while also grinding on Batgirl's leg until with a tawdry cry her torso fell forward onto Batgirl.

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

A dead time later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the offense champion was pulling on her bloomers that the Brassica napus napobrassica acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the sitting masked vigilante while looking up at her with a pleading expression.

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

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

"One last candy kiss to recall me by, please."

Stifling a smiling 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 kickoff of a beautiful friendship."

Batgirl had to assert all her self-control to not laugh as she said this but the look of contiguous, 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 former again. So then this be kiss good night, okay ?"

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her sleeve around Batgirl's legs just in cause she changed her mind and tried to leave. She then kissed her right on her wet, puffy slit sass. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a Daniel Chester French kiss of a sort, with Inga's nimble tongue sliding between her pussy back talk. At the same clock time the au yoke's nose connected with Batgirl's clit stimulating her further.

"Oh yes ! Oh Inga, that feels so dependable. Don't stoppage ! Oh, oh,"Batgirl cried out as her hands snap up Inga's blond hair's-breadth as Shangri-la beckoned yet again.

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

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

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

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

After closing and locking the windowpane she was about to withdraw her mask when she noticed there was light streaming into her dark bedroom from around the edges of the door though she knew no brightness had been on when she'd left wing. Creeping to the door she listened and after a moment she heard what sounded same quiet breathing. Not knowing what to look she inched the door open and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the animation room she could see the seated frame of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the doorsill of the livelihood room a wooden floor board creaked beneath her boot and the figure started.

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

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END