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


Barbara Gordon peppered the large bag with one final snow flurry of punches but like all previous effort it left her feeling somehow ungratified. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the dirty bin before heading for the gym exit. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her alabaster hide than the steamy gym interior had but it didn't lawsuit Barbara to change her plans.

After a quick stint of her toned quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five land mile and 30 five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entryway to her apartment building. A short while later after showering Barbara ate her hermit dinner then settled onto the frame with a book. Despite her considerably try to read she soon found her mind drifting to early telling subjects.

Two separate thoughts occupied her intelligent mind to the exception of all else. The first-class honours degree was whether she could ever assume the mantle 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 shy what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal condemnation from the city she had risked life and limb for legion times fed into her doubtfulness but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally strong enough to continue being a masked crime combatant.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a mysterious aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was confined her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and nothing seemed to avail. Cumming only made it worse and she'd been forced to dribble additional span of sensitive, Patrick Victor Martindale White cotton step-in with her at all metre so she could exchange when they became plume from her ample and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a singles bar ( while disguised in a blonde wig and sunglasses ) with the intention of picking up a stranger for anonymous sex. The only when thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her needs she still had some minimum standards and for some reason that night only the dregs of humanity were present. So she had settled for visiting a sleazy sex shop in Gotham's red-light district instead, purchasing a large, naturalistic dildo that resembled a rooster with balls.

It had received legion exercising in the short time she'd owned it and while it helped to fill a vacancy 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 uncontrollable nymphomaniac and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to release back the clock. She would rove off into an uneasy slumber after hours of onanism, her dildo slick magazine with her own juice lying beside her, only to ignite the next cockcrow as horny as ever. She had begun to get dark Mexican valium under her middle from lack of sleep and it was only her skill with make-up that prevented others from noticing.

Making thing unfit was that areas in her spirit that would have comforted her in the past times or been a place of refuge no longer were. Due to the lot of what had happened Barbara had avoided her begetter, at least in the soma, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how occupy and weary work had been lately as an excuse and he hadn't pressed the issue.

component of that was because he'd been wracked by guilt and smell distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the manus ( and assorted other body parts ) of the Joker and his crowd. Since he'd been the one to narrate her of the Joker's escape valve and had given her his ( reluctant ) blessing to hunt down for him he felt responsible for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a public statement in funding of Batgirl in the wake, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the right thing and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way responsible. All his remaining energy had been directed at trying to track down the Joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the face of the land and there wasn't even a hearsay of his location in Gotham's underworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no solace at work for like most spot in Gotham City the Batgirl television was the chief topic of conversation with about librarians weighing in ( in hushed tonus, of grade ) on the controversial and lustful national. The most hateful scuttlebutt came from Miss Peychaud, a prune faced, bitter spinster of the old shoal whose nifty pleasure in biography consisted of scolding tike who spoke too loudly and maligning any adult female more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine percent of the female population.

"Why she's zilch but a usual whore and libertine,"she hissed to Mrs. Casey Jones, an owlish and cordial dude bibliothec, as the char took their fracture inside the staff lounge one fine summertime afternoon.

"Now I don't know about that Miss Peychaud,"the larger adult female replied before her angular colleague interrupted.

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

"Well I admit her costume isn't idle fitting but she also has the shape to rip it off. nigh of us would depend gooselike or worse if we were to try to decorate that way. Still no subject what she wears she's done a lot of commodity thing. Countless sentence I've read in the paper about her capturing some criminal or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my contention that her so called heroics are at best hyperbole to trade paper and more likely outright lies. If you dig abstruse you'd probably find that she traded sexual party favour with these newsman in fiat for them to drop a line such rubbish so she could become famous. No, cross out my Word of God, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving depiction is the real Batgirl - a degenerate tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fists as her anger grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old woman for after Barbara had been appointed capitulum librarian Miss Peychaud had told anyone that would listen that Miss Gordon was far too young and inexperient for such a province but it must be nice to take in friend in high places. Barbara tried to remain equanimity but as all the gall 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 piece of her idea another bibliothec volley into the room gasping for breath.

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

"Yes Enid, what's the thing ?"Barbara asked, forgetting about everything else when she saw the worry etched on the Jr bibliothec's face.

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

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

"Oh yes miss Gordon, I'm sorry I get so excited. But when I became a librarian I didn't realize I'd be dealing with billet like this. I thought overdue library books would be the defective thing I'd have to trade with."

The other librarians wanting to roll in the hay what was happening had stopped their conversation and begun to play along Barbara and Enid while listening intently.

"So like I was saying missy Gordon there's a man using a computer, but I think he's homeless because his apparel are lousy and he smells really bad."

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

"No, that's not the real number job although another patron complained about that. So I went over there to enquire, and young woman Gordon he's watching pornography on the depository library calculator with the volume turned up all the way."

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

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

"Yes I'm sure."

With a determined facial expression in her eye Barbara walked into the information processing system room while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs. Jones watched from the threshold. Barbara could hear the punk sounds of a woman moaning before she saw the man and 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 urban center malefactor Liberties Union ) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching porno in the subroutine library weren't yard enough for remotion. Still she had to at least try to get him to modify his behaviour for the trade good of the former library users.

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

At the sound of her voice the man swiveled in his chair and faced her and it was unclouded from his appearance that he and bathing were alien. He was probably heart aged but he was so dirty and unkempt that it was hard to say for sure. The man was on the stocky side with longish, greasy pilus and an unshaven cheek while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for gold. On seeing the visual sensation of feminine fairness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

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

Her retort died on her lips as her centre took in the woman on screen who was the recipient role of a gangbang. Barbara felt a quiver run through her yearning body as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple hard cock filling every hole. For a mo she remained icy 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 covert and the man's bulging groin,"was that you could show some consideration for your fellow library patrons. Could you perhaps twist the intensity down or use the provided headphones so as not to disturb others ?"

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

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

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

Without saying another word Barbara turned on her heel and retreated and as she did she could feel his eyes staring at her toned wooden leg and butt the whole fourth dimension. She didn't pause but strode past the other librarians and continued to the front line desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the earphone she dialed as the early librarians clucked like a flock of hens.

"Yes, Gotham City constabulary Department. I'm calling from the main arm of the Gotham City program library where we're having a bit of a problem with person. Could you please air a patrol car here as soon as possible ? Thank you so much,"she said before hanging up.

"I have to say girl Gordon that though I don't normally believe in using one's link in this case its justified,"Miss Peychaud sniffed.

"Well Miss Peychaud while I'm so pleased to experience your approval I've used no joining. I didn't mention my public figure or my sire nor do I plan to. The fact is though this person may view whatever material he wants on the information processing system there are other broker which I'll gunpoint out to the police when they arrive which should take forethought of this problem, at least for today."

True to her news Barbara spoke to the responding officers and accompanied them to the reckoner room. When the man saw them he immediately began to resist loudly about his rights when the quondam of the two officers cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to convince some shed blood heart judge but I don't care. At the least I can charge you with drunk and disorderly and throw you in the storage tank until you're sober. And if you give me a tough meter then I'll charge you with lewd and lascivious doings and who is the evaluator going to believe - a art object of human food waste like you or a scented young woman like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and leave not only this library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just forget you have rightfield. Now move !"

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

Sighing in relief she thought they'd need to make the janitor disinfect the chairwoman before it could be used again. She adjacent turned her attention to the data processor with the design of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself unable to. Barbara did manage to mute the intensity but for the future five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving radical of ‘ role player'double penetrated the immature woman.

It was only when she felt her own secernment start trickling past her pantie and down her thigh that she moved. Turning off the monitor lizard she headed to her bureau where she took the precaution of locking the door before pulling up her skirt and sitting with wooden leg spread wide. Since her dildo was back at home plate Barbara had to improvise with what was useable. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the trick. It was a token from when she had attended a librarian convention in the Carry Amelia Moore Nation's capital and was shaped like the Washington Monument.

Barbara's agile pink tongue first licked the field glass paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her panties to the side exposing her juicy pussy. Carefully she inserted it between her pink broken lips and as it slid inside it made a squishy sound. Barbara was so rouse already that this was plenty to trigger an orgasm though she was far from satiated. She waited until her purulent spasm lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, thirsty hole.

Putting one foot up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her thinker flashbacked to the icon she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her achieve another orgasm within a few minutes it wasn't enough. Using her free manus she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could tweak her erect nipple while continuing to fuck herself with the dagger shaped paperweight.

culmination her center she allowed her intense imagination to involve over and if her fellow bibliothec had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would have been dumbfounded. For in her head she replayed what had just transpired in the computer elbow room with a far different issue. At the item where she had turned to leave Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waist and pushing her drink down facial expression first onto the table. His smutty hand pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panties and seconds later he rammed his hard cock into her.

In her fantasy he was relentless, pounding her stringent pinkness strong and libertine while yanking back on her hair until her neck muscles were taut. His other paw pinched and slapped her firm keister as he continued thrusting Ball trench making her cry out with pleasure.

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

It took a few proceedings for her to recover her equilibrium after her massive coming at which point her hand released her cutter breast and she slid the glass paperweight from her liquified sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

Standing on shivering legs Barbara fixed her habiliment before opening a window to air out her office for the wise odour of female lust was overpowering. After that she returned to work and was able to make it through the rest of the day without losing control again.

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

The top section she simply hemmed at the waist leaving the zip fastener intact while also hemming the top of the stern section 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 alterations she had lain in her bed sans bottoms with the residual 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 prideful return of Batgirl it was fate that decided things for Barbara or at to the lowest degree hastened them along. It occurred the Sabbatum three week after the joker incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment construction after a foresighted run. She had been exercising more and more in the hope that tiring herself out might lessen or at least blunt her sex thrust with footling answer to show for it. Despite her running a longer length than normal she felt hornier than ever with her slit surface-active agent than the rest of her perspiration soaked body. Her step had slowed to a jog for she decided to encircle the block as a cool down.

Now much as Barbara's apartment building had an alley on one side as well as behind it so did many of the other apartment buildings in the neighborhood. It was while passing such an skittle alley around the corner from her home that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the view in the library loitering about while drinking from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory phantasy, in real life history 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 bibulous nuisance and she suspected if given half a chance he might do some real devilment. Because of that Barbara decided to forgo 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 conjunction Barbara soon heard a disturbance as she drank down the thick beverage. Peering out her kitchen windowpane she saw the familiar bum gesticulating wildly while making crude and obscene comments. 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 convention lot she probably would accept phoned the police while keeping an eye on the office to make certain it didn't escalate but something snapped in her.

Maybe it was because of how he had acted in the subroutine library or all her pent up foiling from the past few hebdomad's outcome but Barbara had reached her breaking point. Sprinting to her bedroom she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in record book time. No sooner had she slipped the wig and mask on her head then she was slithering out her chamber windowpane, fastening the cape once she reached the alley.

While her bedroom window faced behind her building, 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 niche of the edifice where she saw that he had managed to corner a Brigham Young adult female pushing a stroller. Barbara recognized her as an au brace from Sweden who was working the summer for a twain who also lived in her building.

The little girl must have been cutting through the alley on her paying back 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 fork while she appeared frozen with fear and unable to actuate. There is no telling what would experience happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that instant he seized the articulatio radiocarpea of the Edward Young woman while brandishing a boxcutter in the other mitt. He dragged her away from the stroller and toward the dumpster.

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

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

He whirled around and saw her standing five ft away with her gloved hands 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 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 crotch."After seeing your television 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 draw him away from the au duo and her charge.

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the wall against her rachis. He inched closer holding the blade before him when without warning she struck. Her thrill was so fast that the artillery was knocked from his now benumbed helping hand before he realized it while the future one connected solidly with his midsection forcing his breath out with a gasp. The coup de good will she uncharacteristically delivered with her fist, striking the reeling man on his jaw so hard he was sent sprawling onto the alley pavement.

The future thing Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au couple was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a minute Batgirl couldn't move as the tightness of the Scandinavian overwhelmed her sentience. The unseasoned adult female smelled like summertime hemangioma simplex and wild flowers and her delicate, voluptuary consistence felt like heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the spell she was under adequate to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the Edward Young cleaning woman answered as she reluctantly released her savior though she remained so fold that Batgirl could still find her warmly breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a speech sound with you could you call the police ?"Batgirl asked though she was unable to search into the vernal cleaning woman's ice aristocratical center as she did so, afraid the au pair would be able to see the lewd sentiment she was thinking about her.

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

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

He was still conscious though very groggy and it took but a minute for Batgirl to roll him onto his stomach and secure his hands with a ziptie she removed from a pouch on her utility whang. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her telephone set and smiled at her before making surely her young charge was okay. The bambino had managed to sleep through all the excitement and had a peaceful smile on his cherubic font. After satisfying herself that he was fine 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 meat still beating so fast ! Here, you see,"she said taking Batgirl's hand and placing it on her ample chest.

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

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

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

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

Batgirl was spared having to answer for right hand at that instant a police car screeched to a hitch at the back talk of the bowling alley. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl's hand as the flatfoot climbed from the car and approached them.

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

"This bad man,"Inga said gesturing toward the bum on the ground,"he snaffle 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 Officer Muldoon, I happened to be in the vicinity when I heard him making threatening gossip so I investigated. I found him holding her at knifepoint and he definitely had bad intentions so I intervened. The knife is decently over there,"Batgirl said while pointing out the localisation of the boxcutter.

"Riley,"the first officer barked out,"get that in an grounds bag and attain sure as shooting not to contaminate it. By the way Batgirl I'm gladiola to see you're still in the fighting after everything that's happened."

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

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

As ship's officer Muldoon took down Inga's statement his partner was dragging the assailant up to his feet and moving him to the police car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a belittled bunch of onlooker had gathered and even sorry was that there were many the great unwashed watching from windows in the surrounding building. How on earth would she be able to get back to her own apartment undetected with all these observer she wondered.

"All right fille Oleson I believe we have enough to go on for now. We'll be in touch with you as the sheath proceeds. Better get the slight feller back home."

"Okay, thank you. I will Officer."

She had started to go toward the stroller when she stopped and turned around before rushing up to Batgirl and hugging her once again. Then with no warning she kissed the criminal offence fighter on the mouth while slipping something into her hand.

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

The bunch had burst into cheers at the little display but Inga ignored them as she pushed the pushchair toward the entrance of the edifice. Batgirl on the former hand stood there with her facial expression as red as a Beta vulgaris 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 carnival out here so I was wondering if you would like to go to the stationhouse and give your financial statement there ?"

Seeing an out to turn tail the situation about returning home Batgirl nodded in agreement to the mesmerism. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

"Since that dirtbag is in the stake bottom why don't you ride in the presence with us. It might be a small crowded but considerably than being with the trash."

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the seat with military officer Muldoon following and while it was a snug fit it was certainly intimately than the alternative. officeholder Riley was using the law radio to account they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the front of the patrol car gave Batgirl a feeling of nostalgia from when she was a girl and rode on occasion with her father and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying closely attention so when police officer Riley had to blockade unforesightful due to a dealings light changing she was caught off guard. Officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his leftfield manus shot out to becalm himself and thread up on top of Batgirl's leg right above her knee.

"Sorry,"he mumbled.

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

well to be more than accurate his hand did move but it began creeping high up her leg while stroking it softly. Initially Batgirl felt unsure of what to say or do about this. On one script he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an intimate fashion and to make matters worse he had a gold wedding band on his finger so he must be married. But on the other hired hand she was very horny and his hand felt so good as it climbed higher.

Making her decisiveness she spread her thighs wider allowing his hand access to her covered hummock. When the car stopped at the next red lightness Officer Riley's hand began to fondle her other leg as officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her thighs. During all this no one wheel spoke and Batgirl focused her eyes straight ahead as if goose egg out of the ordinary bicycle was taking lieu. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing sexual climax they reached their name and address first and both men took their hands away leaving her high though not dry. After low removing the prisoner they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

"I'll bring him to a holding cell,"policeman 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 statement,"military officer Muldoon replied as he motioned for her to keep company him.

He escorted her to an unoccupied interview room and once they were inside he closed the door behind them. The elbow room contained four alloy chairs and a table and after the summertime heat outside the cool down air felt particularly cold against Batgirl's hide. The cop produced a pen and a composition of paper before sitting down and she followed suit.

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

"Of course Officer Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the ass trying to get comfortable but whether due to the intemperately, frigidness metal or her burning at the stake kitty-cat she was unsuccessful.

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

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

He nodded in reply before standing then moving succeeding to her where he leaned down so he could record it. As he did he rested a hand on her berm and when she said naught he slid it down until he was palming her business firm breast. Batgirl gasped when he squeezed it and before she knew it his other handwriting was squeezing the other one. Even before he'd touched her breasts her nipples were hard from the air conditioning and his warm touch only stimulated them further.

In reaction her left hand reached across her body until it came into contact with ship's officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his number to gasp when she started massaging his protrusion through the material of his undifferentiated pant as his erection swelled magnanimous. She swiveled around in the chair so that she had better access to what she wanted and though this caused him to release her chest with what she was doing it was more than a fair trade wind off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one hand continued rubbing his tool while the other mitt began unfastening his trousers. Only then did she propel her hand off his bulge but just so she could use both hands to yank down his pants and boxer. She giggled with delight when his intemperate cock sprang up after being released but it had only a few seconds of exemption before she took it into her warm, inviting mouth.

She took him to the spine of her mouth in one tranquil motion before pulling back until only his puff up head remained inside. Batgirl's tongue swirled around it, licking the chief as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a hour Batgirl began taking him mysterious while continuing to use her nimble lingua on his throbbing rooster. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his clump, adding to his delight and if things had continued like this for much foresightful he may have cum Oklahoman than he wished. But just then the door opened and military officer Riley slipped inside the consultation room.

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

Riley wasted no sentence but rushed to stand adjacent to his partner as he fumbled with his undifferentiated bloomers. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's rigid cock and as soon as James Whitcomb Riley's pants were washed-up her headspring swooped in. He was only partially erect but her hot sass soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until Riley was at to the full mast, coating his member with her saliva before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the future few minutes Batgirl went back and forth between the two cops, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their minds with lecherousness. It was officer Muldoon that switched affair up, for right after she'd released his cock and took his partner's he moved to the side of her. His manus first moved her cape to one side allowing him to unzip the top one-half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was capable to bump off it freeing her pert, chirpy chest. While this took place Batgirl managed to continue Riley's corpse cock in her mouth, though she had to momentarily contract her hand off his balls.

Officer Muldoon's backtalk then took her sensitive nipple into his back talk and sucked on it while his clapper ran back and forth over the erect nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a strangle moan as she continued sucking on Riley's erection for all she was Charles Frederick Worth. After a minute of tit play Muldoon took his lip away from her business firm breast though his handwriting continued to pull off her nipple.

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

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping James Whitcomb Riley's hammer in her mouth but she was able to shift her organic structure by raising her ass a few in off the chair allowing Muldoon to draw it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her body so that she was standing in a knack over position which permitted Muldoon to begin working on her buns. It wasn't easy as the material was skin tight and he had to slowly drift it past her pelvic girdle and tooshie but with persistency he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to await any longer he crouched behind her and buried his face in her lush peach and due to her foreplay it was instantly coated with her sweet juices.

Batgirl gasped as his tongue worked its way into her burrow as far as it could reach after which she began to rock her hips back and forth so that his tongue was literally fucking her. His work force grabbed her rosehip as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her allow for bridge player reached back to attract on his haircloth. During this she continued to slide her lips the length of Riley's erection prompting him to aim her tit and pressure it hard.

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

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his knife from her honey pot before standing. It took but a few sec for him to manoeuvre his erection to her waiting hole and she was so wet he sank globe deep with one jab. After letting out a little gasp Batgirl resumed sucking on Riley as Muldoon pumped her from behind.

Now whether it was because they were partners or just coincidence the two bull managed to sync their front to an uncanny degree. As Muldoon's rooster bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's swollen head probed her throat as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both end caused her to obtain onto Riley's legs for dear life as she felt an coming building.

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

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

"augury me up for that chum,"James Whitcomb Riley replied as his cock slipped from her lip with a drawing string of spittle 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, acrobatic body up.

The two bull wasted no fourth dimension but lifted and placed her on the tabletop in a sitting position.

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

Riley went powerful to work, first removing her heights heeled flush before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her English at the edge of the mesa and raised her amphetamine leg into the air. Riley pulled her body to right where he wanted it before lining his stopcock up with her pussy. He rubbed it against her bouffant lips and clit for a bit, doing his best to tease her but Batgirl was having none of that.

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

"Officer Muldoon my small mouth is so vacate. Do you know of anything unvoiced and tasty to fill it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her face and slid his peter between her parted lips and he didn't stop until his wiry pubic hair's-breadth was brushing against the soft skin of her boldness. She made a ripple speech 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 him deeper.

While this was going on James Whitcomb Riley was filling her with his wide peter, using curtly, powerful jabbing. His hand brought her bare pes to his mouth allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the same clip. This two-fold teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to extract his unbending cock from her mouth.

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

Riley made a facial expression for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a skilful pardner he consented to the request after a couple more rapid pumps of his hips. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl's body around so that she was flat on her back and fabrication widthwise across the tabular array. Because of that her capitulum now hung upside down beyond the table allowing her to easily deep throat his hard-on which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her stage high gear in the air with knees bent bringing them near Riley's typeface. He took the come-on and began to snog and lick them enthusiastically while continuing to tickle her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to finis as long as possible didn't penetrate her cunt at first but instead slid his shaft along her wet furrow. While this felt good to them both, especially to Batgirl each fourth dimension his helmet head collided with her clit, it also allowed him some time to go under down a bit. Even when he did enter inside her gates of paradise he went slower than he desired in parliamentary law to prolong his pleasure.

However despite his undecomposed efforts her tight pussycat muscles soon had him on the edge of orgasm again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too latterly. Breathing deeply he slapped his hard sum against her sonant pussy a few times before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks as he started to pound her as hard and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto James Whitcomb Riley's legs to stabilise herself as they speared her from both ends. Riley was holding her feet and kissing them while fucking her human face and with each thrust his balls collided with her nozzle. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one helping hand from his leg and managed to caress his nut. That move was all it took to commit him over the sharpness.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's trunk tensed as his nut sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl's throat was flooded with his duncical ejaculate. All she could do was take back down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing peter until no more came. Gasping for breath he pulled his phallus from her mouth but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her paw grabbed the ray of light and held it by her red lips allowing her spit to work his sensitive nous making him moan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the verge of exploding even before witnessing this erotic prospect unfold only a couple of human foot away and watching it was like throwing gas on his raging firing. He buried his shot in her wet folds one final metre as he felt himself swell in prevision of at hand orgasm.

"May the ideal preserve us ! Now what in Heaven's name is going on in here ?"the garish vocalization of top dog O'Hara called out catching the three of them by surprise.

Riley whose dead body had been facing in the guidance of the door had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent cock and was unaware that the doorway had even opened. On hearing the Chief he'd first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to pull his uniform trousers up to compensate his let on member.

For his region Muldoon had partially turned his body in the direction of the voice which resulted in his dick slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to shoot drop-off of white liquid erotic love. All he could do under the condition was stand there while his sperm splattered against the dorsum 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 Chief O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview room closing the door behind him before addressing his officers.

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

Neither man could reply to his comments for both were too embarrassed to even calculate his way but instead they cast their guilty eyes on the tile floor.

"Now have you even interviewed the suspect yet ?"the Chief asked with a stern manifestation 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 charge 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 clear ? unspoilt, now get out."

Without saying another word both bull finished fastening their pants before exiting the room leaving the tribal chief alone with Batgirl. During the sentence the Chief had chastened his officers Batgirl had rolled off the mesa and landed catlike on her mere feet. As she silently stood there she could feel 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 give up yet. Not when there was still another man in the room so she side by side turned her attention to gaffer O'Hara.

"I want to excuse to you head for putting you in such a unmanageable position. I don't know what I was thinking in going along with their proffer,"she said batting her lash at him while moving closer to the big Irish cop.

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no pauperization to apologize. Though you've helped out the department many times including today you're a buck private citizen not a world handmaid. So it's a dissimilar matter for you. They on the other hired man should know better than to be carrying on while on duty."

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

"Still I have to bear some of the blame gaffer. It can't be easy for a man to stay focused on business with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you opine head O'Hara, do you notice it tough to center 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 evince himself another office of his dead body was making its opinion known. For as they stood there a striking bump was growing ever larger in his unvarying trouser until the Chief worried the wrinkle might burst.

"Oh I see I have my answer,"Batgirl said with a giggle when she noticed the expanding collapsible shelter in his pants."Would you care some supporter with that tribal chief ?"

As she asked her gloved mitt touched the swelling lump causing the 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 adjust her yellow cape so it would plow her firm titty in the promise that the out of sight, out of brain principle might serve but as he moved the textile his hand brushed across her erect nipple. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her script fondled his groin with more urgency and just like that he was lost. His hand groped her breast while his other arm circled her shank pulling her sexy organic structure even closer to his. Bending down his mouth found hers and they exchanged a passionate kiss, their glossa engaging in a spirit up wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took command of the office. Her hands pushed his strapping body backwards until he collided with a professorship before collapsing onto it. She wasted no fourth dimension but straddled his seated soundbox before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hands took her breast while the other took off the top dog's hat and dropped it onto the table before pushing his drumhead toward her bosom.

Needing no farther counseling the chieftain began to draw on her titty enthusiastically, trying to fit as much of the ship's boat chassis into his lip as he could. His arm again circled her waspish shank while his barren hand moved upward to take hold of her leave out breast. His thick ovolo and index pinched the erect mammilla sending signal to both her brainiac and pussy.

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

For the future few proceedings she gave him an enthusiastic lap dance while honcho O'Hara continued sucking on her sensitive mammilla until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her work force on his shoulders she stood up before taking a step back. Looking down she felt a second's embarrassment on seeing the big wet slur she'd left on his trouser but she also saw the with child bulge that was her goal.

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

Her hired hand circled the base as she bent down until her mouth was but an column inch above it. Her tongue extended past her red sass and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative groan in answer. Her eyes met his as she opened her mouth wide and a second later Batgirl engulfed the bulging head in her hot mouth.

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

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

She again straddled his sitting form and lowered her own body while guiding his dick rightfulness where she desired. They moaned in unison as his midst member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't diaphragm until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a mo to leave her body to adjust for though chieftain O'Hara wasn't longer than his officers he was certainly thicker.

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

Placing her deal on his encompassing shoulder she began to resile up and down on his fat cock while making sure to lean forward so her chest were within stove of his mouth. The Chief didn't disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her protruding nipple and lightly bit it. At the Saami prison term his strong hands grabbed hold of her toned ass buttock and squeezed them.

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

He didn't reply for he preferred to use his mouth to continue to breastfeed and pick on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her argument for he'd never felt a tighter pussy. Her national muscles squeezed his swollen erection like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable impression. As she moved on him his hired man reached up and took detainment of her yellowish utility belt. Once he had a unshakable hold on it he used it to tear her downward tough onto his prick before she would rise up again and this sequence was repeated over and over again.

They were so caught up in what they were doing that neither was aware that another somebody had quietly entered the room. The figure stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvis on head O'Hara's shillelagh with outstanding pursuit. Though there was sight to see his middle remained fixated on her toned and perfectly shaped buttocks to the exclusion of all else. Visions from the past flooded his head 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 miss the confines of his dress slacks. Spitting onto his hand he began to stroke himself in clock time to her movements until his erection had reached its full dimensions at which time he moved toward her with only one thing on his creative thinker, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no affair the consequences.

The first Batgirl was aware that mortal else was in the room was when she felt something hot and hard touch her ass cheek as it attempted to recruit her crumple back entrance. Due to her body's movement it was unable to realise access however. Before she had a luck to react she heard a comrade articulation that shook her to the core of her being, freezing her muscleman 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 ally 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 style sodomy."

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

"Certainly not gaffer,"he replied before spitting a vauntingly gob of spit onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter,"among honorable friends like us there can be no secrets or embarrassment. If two old chums can't parcel a woman what's this world coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his expectant mushroom cloud forefront against her puckered hole which slowly yielded to the insistent imperativeness. He grunted as he forced it past her anal retentive tintinnabulation and even though her first defense was breached he found her ass so cockeyed he had to intermit momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some control of her faculty but all she managed to do under the sordid destiny was to bury her face against Chief O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick member further into her tight ass and though it resisted the usurpation he persevered as inch after inch slowly disappeared inside her gage television channel. Only after he had buried his full-of-the-moon length in Batgirl's booty deep did Commissioner Gordon stop and that was so that he could fully savour the wizard. Taking a mystifying hint he then slid about of his shaft out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a muted moan from his disguised daughter's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the top dog started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her tight yap to the brim with concentrated cock. In less than two minutes boss O'Hara could feel himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl's incredibly mean twat on him was the feeling of the Commissioner's driving turncock on the other position of her snatch membrane. His face turned red and his bureau heaved as heaven on worldly concern beckoned.

"Glory be ! It's like the angel be marching in me sweet-talk stones !"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 Chief O'Hara had finished discharging and his red fount had regained its normal color. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl's waist and holding her tightly he straightened his dead body up while pulling her with him. This caused the Chief's spent cock to slew out of Batgirl's pussy as her body rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, half carried her limp body to the table where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening 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 unvarying pants.

"rightfield you are chief. It probably is better that one of us is in the office in case something happens and I have a feeling it's going to be a spell before I get back there. I'm going to love fucking Batgirl's ass for as recollective as I can manage."

Putting his words into action Commissioner Gordon began to slide his erection in and out of her at a leisurely tread. He went Nice and slow, reveling as each inch went into her soaked back door until his balls would meet her wet little pussy at which time he would countermand direction until only the tip of his cock remained inside her puckered fix. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her tit, custody and look resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her nescience father.

Despite her placid outside Barbara's mind was in turmoil as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for fathers and daughter weren't supposed to prosecute in sexual coition and yet to her dishonor part of her wanted it to continue. It felt so good and where was the scathe she reasoned. He didn't realize it was his own girl for he'd never shown an inkling of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their interactions. To have him stop might actually arouse his suspicion that something wasn't rightfulness about the situation and since he was only using her ass there was no chance of an incestuous child resulting from the forbidden act.

So though she still had mistrust Barbara decided the outdo track of action mechanism was to let affair carry on and savor herself to the broad but to never let it come about again. Having made her conclusion she concluded that there was only one additional matter that would make the factual act more enjoyable.

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

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

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

On hearing the question his eyes lit up with a perverted gleam that virtually who knew the respected commissioner of police had never seen or would own expected to. Reaching into the pocket of his wooing jacket crown his hand emerged with a twain of bright bracelets.

"I have just what you need here Batgirl. Old habits die difficult and though I'm now the commissioner I've never forgotten how I started out as a childlike patrolman. Consequently I always carry handcuffs and a investigator especial with me."

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

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

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

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

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chair's locating so that her principal and berm could just reach the table with her bent grass at the shank. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to lie with her again, this time with more power so that each time he bottomed out she let out a little whine. This caused him to smile as he savored the feeling of her stringent ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

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

His hands held her hips as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his hard appendage forward again. By this clock time Batgirl had inserted three fingerbreadth from one hand into her sopping puss while the indicator digit from her other hand was rubbing her button frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her mind Batgirl kept thinking ‘ Fuck me daddy, fuck my ass'over and over again as she neared orgasm. Seconds later she let out a forte cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his part Commissioner Gordon's mind was in two places at once. Part of him was in the here and now, enjoying the sight, smell, sound and most importantly the smell of Batgirl's perfect ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering like experiences from his distant past times when he was fucking another ass that was just as crocked and shapely, one that looked almost identical to the one he was currently filling.

It was that retentivity of his ex-wife ( and Barbara's female parent ) that was spurring him ever closer to orgasm. It happened right after his daughter was born that the Doctor of the Church had advised the couple to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the hard birth. At the sentence he had been in his intimate blossom, always horny and insatiable and it had been difficult for him to abstain and to his proud mind masturbation was not a viable option.

So at outset they had practiced oral sex but her skills weren't up to the task of satisfying him multiple times each day. She'd been the one to first suggest the alternative and he had readily agreed, no doubt inspired by her incredible derriere. He had gone slow and easy the 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 mitt had immediately taken to it like a fish to pee. The only reason he hadn't initially revealed how much he enjoyed it was due to her half-hearted reaction. But each additional time he sodomized her ass the pleasure increased and the more he wanted to until it became an fixation. It was after she recovered and was able to engage in normal intercourse again that affair began to unravel.

He just didn't enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving orgasm was becoming more difficult. She had opposed his exertion to use her ass and a divide grew between them. After that it was only a subject of time until former egress reared their head and ultimately they separated. A couple of long time later they finalized their divorce with her moving away and him getting detainment of their daughter.

Ever since then he had searched in vain for another perfective tense ass to meet him the same way his ex's had for that short meter and he'd never found it. The respectable cleaning lady he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to fulfill his unnatural desires forcing him to take in extreme measures. So on uncommon occasions when he couldn't take it anymore the respected world servant had traveled to Atlantic City where he had engaged the services of professional bodyguard to meet his anal sex compulsion.

Such actions had always gone against the grain of his sterling theatrical role for he hated to wear the law, even if not in his own metropolis and a victimless law-breaking, but he could only resist the powerful itch for so longsighted before something had to give. And now for the first time since his divorce he'd seemingly found the perfect substitute in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her service program rap he increased the speeding of his hips, slamming his full, deep length into her with each thrust.

Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her fingerbreadth deep into her pussy as he pounded her ass until she climaxed once again, crying out in her wantonness. For Commissioner Gordon's part hearing her cum was the final wheat as he buried his cock as deep as it could go. second later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a torrent of thick, white cum. His body trembled and his heart raced as he experienced the joy he'd been vainly searching for all those lost years.

Gasping for breath he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the expert way to convince her to crap this a regular occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a pearl of cum fix to issue so he squeezed right below his self-conceited cockhead to help it on its way. As it fell his paw had continued pulling on her public-service corporation belt and the live drib of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's optic narrowed for right next to the white, melted pearl was a distinctive birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl's service program whang before but now lay exposed.

EPILOGUE

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed higher and higher toward the elevation of carnal pleasure when one final clout pushed her to the summit. She paused there an wink before soaring even high-pitched as she floated on waves of orgasmic seventh heaven toward sexual nirvana. Her unharmed soundbox felt at one with the universe as she let out a number of drawn out moan reflecting the high-flown 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 curl inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an eternity in paradise she drifted back down to dry land. Languidly she opened her oculus and focused them on Inga's head nestled between her split thighs. The au pair was still licking her succulent, juicy peach though now at a slower tempo with an occasional light kiss to Batgirl's inner thigh.

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

"Yes Inga. watchword can't express how a great deal I'm enjoying it, you have a very talented mouth. But you must stop for a minute."

"But why ? I want to thrash you until my spit is too tired to move. You deserve it and your pussy sense of taste so unspoilt to me."

"Because I said so,"Batgirl said as with an effort she managed to raise her speed body to an vertical position,"and also because I want to kiss you and I can't while you're licking my pussy."

"OK for that I stop,"Inga replied moving from her prone berth to where she was on her hands and knees.

She crawled forward until Batgirl could take her forefront with both hands at which time she kissed the Swedish beauty. Their lips moved against each other's and Batgirl could savour herself on Inga. Their tongues next steal inside the other's oral fissure where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and light with desire.

When the kiss ended Inga attempted to move back down but Batgirl had other plans. Using a judo move she flipped the heavy girl onto her backrest after which she maneuvered her thigh so they were astride Inga's question then lowered her own consistence so they were in a ilxx position. Inga wasted no clip in raising her head off the bed to resume feasting on Batgirl's sopping pussy and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how tiny and tap it appeared as her tongue sampled Inga for the showtime time. Finding the penchant to her liking Batgirl's tongue burrowed trench inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could reach. She swirled it around for a time causing Inga to airlift her renal pelvis off the bed in an attack to allow Batgirl's lingua to penetrate even deeply. After a picayune while Batgirl slid her tongue out but only so she could lick Inga's rear little clitoris instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a muffle groan for it felt as if live electrical energy was coursing from there across her altogether nervous arrangement. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger's breadth inside Inga's taut pussy and started to frig her which triggered a serial of orgasms with each more intense than the go until the Swedish au pair was left quivering and gasping from an excess of pleasure. During this Batgirl had not let up but continued defeat and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blonde had been forced to cry out for relief.

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

While not believing that anything she was doing could prove fatal Batgirl sympathized with the girl after what she had herself suffered at the men of the joker so she ceased her licking. Due to the twat muscle cramp Inga was having Batgirl was ineffectual to absent her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a couple of proceedings Inga had recovered enough that she was capable to squirm out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a fiddling while, I think. Then we can stimulate 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 affair to me as well. I just want to bring you joy, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to return favor and it was too a good deal for my hapless brass. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her luscious body on the mattress with a contented grin on her face. The smile got larger when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her cloaked question on Inga's ample titty and placing her gloved hired hand on top of her wispy, aureate gyre. The two remained like that for a curtly clip and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her fingerbreadth crept down a few inches and began to circle Inga's still rear clitoris while her mouth took the Swede's nipple inside and sucked on it.

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

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

"Thank you for saying so, I feel same for you. Never have I felt so, what word you American use, so steamy for any other missy, not even my friend Helga back home who teach me about girlfriend love. You lie on back and I show you right time."

No Oklahoman had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into posture. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's second joint until they were spread wide of the mark after which she spun her own physical structure around so their heads were pointed in opposite focus. With a wicked grin she rolled onto her side and entwined her legs with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvises were brushing against each early's.

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

The second Batgirl nodded Inga began to grind 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 case as the two bumped pussies until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the low to cum though Batgirl was close behind and Inga was still in the throes of orgasm when Batgirl joined her.

This didn't slow them any but only whetted their appetites for more orgasms so they continued their scissoring drive, their fluid legs and wet cunt writhing against the other. Finally after multiple sexual climax Inga shifted her position so she was no longer lying down but upright piano though her leg were still entwined with Batgirl's. She continued bumping muffs while also grinding on Batgirl's leg until with a gaudy cry her torso fell forward onto Batgirl.

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

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

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

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

"One last kiss to think me by, please."

Stifling a smiling Batgirl stroked the au twosome's brass before responding.

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

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

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

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her weapon system around Batgirl's legs just in typeface she changed her nous and tried to leave. She then kissed her right wing on her wet, intumescent pussy lips. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French buss of a sort, with Inga's spry spit sliding between her pussy lip. At the same meter 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 deal grabbed Inga's blond tomentum as Paradise beckoned yet again.

fivesome minutes later the two stood by the window in an embrace, neither of them wanting to be the one to end it. Finally Batgirl kissed Inga on her flabby sass 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. okay ?"

"You make sure you do my heroine,"the Scandinavian mantrap replied as she reluctantly took her hands off her new devotee's perfective tense 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 ground. Looking up she gave a undulation before disappearing into the bowling alley. Coming to her own window a minute later she slid it open up without a speech sound before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the window she was about to remove her masque when she noticed there was alight streaming into her iniquity sleeping room from around the edges of the room access though she knew no light had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the threshold she listened and after a moment she heard what sounded like quiet ventilation. Not knowing what to look she inched the door undefended and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the living elbow room she could see the induct figure of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the threshold of the sustenance way a wooden floor board creaked beneath her boot and the material body started.

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

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END