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


Barbara Gordon peppered the heavy bag with one last hustle of punches but like all premature efforts it left her feeling somehow restless. Grabbing a towel she wiped her eyebrow then tossed it into the colly bin before heading for the gym exit. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her alabaster skin than the steamy gym interior had but it didn't causal agent Barbara to alter her plans.

After a quick stretchability of her toned quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five knot and thirty five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entryway to her apartment construction. A short while later after showering Barbara ate her recluse dinner then settled onto the couch with a book. Despite her advantageously efforts to read she soon found her mind drifting to other weightier subjects.

Two divide thoughts occupied her intelligent judgment to the elision of all else. The first was whether she could ever assume the drape of Batgirl again. For ever since that portentous 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 ecumenical disapprobation from the metropolis she had risked life history and limb for numerous multiplication fed into her incertitude but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally strong enough to continue being a masked crime belligerent.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a orphic aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was captive her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and nothing seemed to help. Cumming only made it worse and she'd been forced to carry extra pairs of sensible, white cotton scanty with her at all times so she could convert when they became hit it up from her copious and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a singles bar ( while disguised in a blond wig and sunglasses ) with the intention of picking up a unknown for anonymous sex. The just thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her motive she still had some minimal standard and for some reasonableness that dark 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 cock with balls.

It had received numerous workouts in the short clip she'd owned it and while it helped to fulfill a void it wasn't the Sami as a warm, human body. What was defective was that each climax it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd suit an unmanageable nymphomaniac and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to turn back the clock. She would be adrift off into an uneasy slumber after 60 minutes of masturbation, her dildo slick with her own juice lying beside her, only to fire up the next morning as horny as ever. She had begun to get darkness Mexican valium under her eyes from want of sleep and it was only her skill with makeup that prevented others from noticing.

Making matters regretful was that sphere in her life that would have comforted her in the past or been a place of asylum no longer were. Due to the circumstances of what had happened Barbara had avoided her Fatherhood, at least in the soma, though they had talked on the telephone set. She had stated how occupy and tiring work had been lately as an self-justification and he hadn't pressed the effect.

Part of that was because he'd been wracked by guilt feelings and feeling distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the hands ( and assorted former body parts ) of the joker and his gang. Since he'd been the one to enjoin her of the Joker's safety valve and had given her his ( reluctant ) blessing to trace for him he felt responsible for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a public argument in documentation of Batgirl in the wake, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the in good order thing and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way creditworthy. All his remaining Energy Department had been directed at trying to track down the Joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the expression of the land and there wasn't even a rumor of his location in Gotham's netherworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no solacement at work for like most shoes in Gotham City the Batgirl telecasting was the main theme of conversation with well-nigh librarians weighing in ( in hushed tones, of path ) on the controversial and salacious topic. The most hateful comments came from Miss Peychaud, a prune faced, virulent spinster of the old schoolhouse whose bully pleasure in life consisted of scolding children who spoke too loudly and maligning any woman more attractive than she was, which was roughly xc nine percent of the female population.

"Why she's nothing but a common cyprian and libertine,"she hissed to Mrs. Jones, an owlish and genial fellow librarian, as the woman took their break of serve inside the stave waiting room one fine summer afternoon.

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

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

"Well I admit her costume isn't escaped fitting but she also has the form to displume it off. almost of us would look foolish or tough if we were to try to dress that way. Still no matter what she wears she's done a lot of in force things. Countless times I've read in the newspapers about her capturing some malefactor or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my contention that her so called heroic meter are at best magnification to sell papers and more in all probability outright lies. If you dig inscrutable you'd probably find that she traded intimate favors with these reporters in order for them to drop a line such trumpery so she could become famous. No, denounce my watchword, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving pictorial matter is the real Batgirl - a deviant 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 fair sex for after Barbara had been appointed straits librarian Miss Peychaud had told anyone that would listen that fille Gordon was far too young and inexperienced for such a responsibility but it must be decent to suffer friends in high topographic point. Barbara tried to remain simmer down but as all the bile streamed out of Miss Peychaud's mouth she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to stand with the intention of giving the malicious viper a musical composition of her mind another librarian burst 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 junior bibliothec's face.

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

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

"Oh yes young lady Gordon, I'm sorry I get so activated. But when I became a librarian I didn't realize I'd be dealing with site like this. I thought overdue library Christian Bible would be the worst thing I'd have to deal with."

The other librarians wanting to cognise what was happening had stopped their conversation and begun to keep an eye on Barbara and Enid while listening intently.

"So like I was saying young woman Gordon there's a man using a computing machine, 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 problem although another patron complained about that. So I went over there to investigate, and misfire Gordon he's watching pornography on the library computer with the volume turned up all the way."

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

"Are you trusted Miss Gordon, if you want I'll come with you,"she replied though it was pass by the looking on her face she didn't want to.

"Yes I'm sure."

With a compulsive looking at in her eye Barbara walked into the computer elbow room while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs. Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could hear the punk sounds of a woman moaning before she saw the man and truth be told her sore nose smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a Recent suit filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham City Criminal Liberties coupling ) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching dirty word in the library weren't basis enough for removal. Still she had to at least try to get him to modify his behavior for the commodity of the other library exploiter.

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

At the sound of her voice the man swiveled in his electric chair and faced her and it was realise from his visual aspect that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably middle aged but he was so ill-gotten and unkempt that it was hard to tell for sure. The man was on the stocky position with longish, greasy hair's-breadth and an unshaven face while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for amber. On seeing the vision of feminine beauteousness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

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

Her retort died on her lips as her eyes took in the cleaning lady on screen who was the recipient of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shiver run through her yearning soundbox as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple hard cocks filling every hole. For a second she remained frigid 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 screen and the man's bulging breakwater,"was that you could point some thoughtfulness for your colleague subroutine library sponsor. Could you perhaps move around the mass down or use the bring home the bacon headphone so as not to disturb others ?"

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

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

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

Without saying another Word Barbara turned on her blackguard and retreated and as she did she could palpate his eyes staring at her strengthen ramification and border the whole time. She didn't interruption 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 former bibliothec clucked like a flock of hens.

"Yes, Gotham City constabulary Department. I'm calling from the primary branch of the Gotham City Library where we're having a bit of a problem with someone. Could you please direct a patrol car here as soon as potential ? Thank you so much,"she said before hanging up.

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

"fountainhead fille Peychaud while I'm so pleased to welcome your approval I've used no connectedness. I didn't mention my name or my father nor do I plan to. The fact is though this individual may view whatever stuff he wants on the computer there are other factors which I'll period out to the police when they arrive which should take care of this problem, at least for today."

True to her Word Barbara spoke to the responding officers and accompanied them to the computer elbow room. When the man saw them he immediately began to resist loudly about his rights when the sometime of the two officer cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to convince some phlebotomize essence judge but I don't upkeep. At the least I can charge up you with drunk and disorderly and give you in the tankful until you're sober. And if you give me a hard time then I'll cathexis you with lewd and lascivious conduct and who is the judge going to believe - a part of human garbage like you or a sweet young adult female like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and depart not only this library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just block you have rights. Now move !"

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

Sighing in fill-in she thought they'd need to have the janitor disinfect the professorship before it could be used again. She next turned her attention to the computer with the intention of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself ineffectual to. Barbara did manage to mute the volume but for the next five minute she watched breathlessly while a revolving chemical group of ‘ role player'double penetrated the vernal woman.

It was only when she felt her own secernment start trickling past her panties and down her thigh that she moved. Turning off the reminder she headed to her role where she took the precaution of locking the door before pulling up her annulus and sitting with legs spread all-inclusive. Since her dildo was back at home Barbara had to improvize with what was uncommitted. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the joke. It was a souvenir from when she had attended a librarian pattern in the nation's cap and was shaped like the WA Monument.

Barbara's agile pink clapper first licked the methamphetamine hydrochloride paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her panties to the side of meat exposing her juicy cunt. Carefully she inserted it between her pink broken lips and as it slid inside it made a squishy sound. Barbara was so aroused already that this was enough to trigger an orgasm though she was far from satiated. She waited until her pussy spasms lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, hungry hole.

Putting one human foot up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her brain flashbacked to the images she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her achieve another orgasm within a few proceedings it wasn't enough. Using her unloose paw she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could tweak her erect nipple while continuing to jazz herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

ending her eyes she allowed her graphic imaging to take over and if her bloke bibliothec had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would take in been dumbfounded. For in her intellect she replayed what had just transpired in the computer room with a far different issue. At the level where she had turned to allow for Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waistline and pushing her belt down face first onto the table. His dirty script pulled up her dame and yanked down her panty and seconds later he rammed his hard tool into her.

In her phantasy he was relentless, pounding her tight pinkness punishing and fast while yanking back on her hair until her neck opening muscularity were taut. His other mitt pinched and slapped her firm backside as he continued thrusting balls mysterious making her cry out with pleasure.

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

It took a few minutes for her to recover her counterbalance after her massive orgasm at which level her handwriting released her attendant bosom and she slid the glass paperweight from her molten sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop of her ambrosia before returning the paperweight to its property on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

Standing on shaky legs Barbara fixed her habiliment before opening a window to air out her office for the foolhardy aroma of female lust was overpowering. After that she returned to sour and was capable to defecate it through the residual of the day without losing control again.

Though still undecided on whether she would ever become Batgirl again, Barbara had retrieved her mar costume from her rented garage and set about mending it. Perhaps barrack by her now increased libido she did make some alterations to it however. Where previously it had been a one firearm skintight jumpsuit, with a slide fastener in the back, she turned it into two composition.

The top part she simply hemmed at the shank leaving the zipper intact while also hemming the top of the tail segment and of course mending what surgical incision Harley and the jokester had cut. That allowed the bottoms to be removed by rolling them off while leaving the top on. In fact after completing the alteration she had lain in her bed sans bottoms with the balance of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking coming while watching it all spread in the mirror.

As for the triumphant reappearance of Batgirl it was fate that decided thing for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three week after the joker incident when Barbara was approaching her flat building after a long run. She had been exercising to a greater extent and more in the hope that tiring herself out might lessen or at least blunt her sex drive with minuscule results to show for it. Despite her running a longer length than convention she felt hornier than ever with her twat surfactant than the rest of her sudor soaked body. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to circulate the block 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 apartment building in the locality. It was while passing such an skittle alley around the quoin from her place that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the scene in the library loitering about while drinking from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory fantasy, in real life she had no desire to get within ten feet of him so she continued jogging.

Still even after returning to her flat it troubled her that he was about her neighborhood. At the least he was a drunken nuisance and she suspected if given half a luck he might do some tangible mischief. Because of that Barbara decided to forgo putting on the air conditioning despite the summertime passion and instead opened her windows before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just co-occurrence Barbara soon heard a commotion as she drank down the thick beverage. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the familiar bum gesticulating wildly while making crude oil and obscene gossip. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the betting odds were it was to a cleaning woman by what he was saying. Under formula circumstances she probably would have phoned the police while keeping an eye on the situation to make up indisputable it didn't escalate but something snapped in her.

Maybe it was because of how he had acted in the library or all her pent up foiling from the past times few week's events but Barbara had reached her breaking tip. Sprinting to her chamber she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in disc time. No sooner had she slipped the wig and mask on her header then she was slithering out her sleeping room window, fastening the cape once she reached the skittle alley.

While her chamber window faced behind her building, the kitchen looked out on the slope and it was there that she'd seen and heard the bum. Gliding silently forward she turned the corner of the building where she saw that he had managed to corner a young cleaning lady pushing a pram. Barbara recognized her as an au couplet from Sweden who was working the summertime for a twain who also lived in her building.

The fille must consume been cutting through the back street on her recurrence when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. Much as in the subroutine library he was fondling his crotch while she appeared frozen with awe and ineffective to propel. There is no telling what would feature happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that here and now he seized the wrist of the offspring charwoman while brandishing a boxcutter in the other bridge player. He dragged her away from the stroller and toward the dumpster.

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

"Hey bum, why not let her go and take your chances with me instead,"Batgirl called out in a aloud voice.

He whirled around and saw her standing five feet away with her gloved manus on her coxa, 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 video I'm guessing it's gon na be my punishing cock."

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

The next thing Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au dyad was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a minute Batgirl couldn't move as the nearness of the Scandinavian overwhelmed her senses. The young woman smelled like summer strawberry mark and unwarranted blossom and her sonant, voluptuous body felt the likes of Shangri-la to Batgirl but finally she broke the trance she was under sufficiency to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the young cleaning lady answered as she reluctantly released her rescuer though she remained so close that Batgirl could still feel her quick breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a earphone with you could you squall the police ?"Batgirl asked though she was unable to face into the young womanhood's ice blue oculus as she did so, afraid the au distich would be able to see the lustful thoughts she was thinking about her.

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

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

He was still conscious though very logy and it took but a bit for Batgirl to roll him onto his stomach and secure his hands with a ziptie she removed from a pouch on her utility program whack. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making sure her untested commission was okay. The toddler had managed to kip through all the fervor and had a peaceful smile on his cherubic face. 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 take hold of me and then you were there to save me. But my heart still beating so fast ! Here, you see,"she said taking Batgirl's script and placing it on her plenteous chest.

Batgirl swallowed hard for though she could find Inga's heart pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heat from her replete, shapely breast even through her mitt. Once Batgirl's script was pressed to her bountiful heart Inga sighed and closed her eye while holding it in place until Batgirl felt her own warmness rate quicken.

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

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

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

Batgirl was spared having to do for right wing at that moment a police car screeched to a halt at the mouth of the alley. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl's hand 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 matter to me when she come from nowhere and write 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 comments so I investigated. I found him holding her at knifepoint and he definitely had bad aim so I intervened. The knife is compensate over there,"Batgirl said while pointing out the location of the boxcutter.

"Riley,"the inaugural policeman barked out,"get that in an evidence bag and give sure as shooting not to contaminate it. By the way Batgirl I'm beaming to see you're still in the engagement 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 calm down voice.

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

As Officer Muldoon took down Inga's statement his pardner was dragging the assailant up to his feet and moving him to the police car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a small crowd of onlookers had gathered and even forged was that there were many people 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 percipient 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 subject proceeds. better get the short feller back home."

"OK, thank you. I will Officer."

She had started to act toward the baby buggy when she stopped and turned around before rushing up to Batgirl and hugging her once again. Then with no warning she kissed the criminal offense attack aircraft on the mouth while slipping something into her hand.

"That add-in has my mobile number and electronic mail computer address on it so contact me. Tomorrow is my off day,"she whispered before going.

The crowd had burst into cheers at the little show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the entrance of the building. Batgirl on the former paw stood there with her face as red as a beet and she didn't know what her next motion 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 commit your program line there ?"

Seeing an out to escape the state of affairs about returning dwelling house Batgirl nodded in agreement to the suggestion. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

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

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the backside with Officer Muldoon following and while it was a snug fit it was certainly serious than the alternative. Officer Riley was using the constabulary radio to report they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the front of the patrol car gave Batgirl a 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 finis care so when Officer Riley had to finish short due to a traffic luminousness changing she was caught off safety device. officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his go out mitt shot out to steady himself and wound 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 hand remained on her thigh.

fountainhead to be more accurate his hand did motion 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 manus he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an intimate way and to make matters worse he had a atomic number 79 wedding striation on his fingerbreadth so he must be married. But on the other paw she was very randy and his hired man felt so good as it climbed higher.

qualification her conclusion she spread her thighs wider allowing his hand entree to her covered mound. When the car stopped at the following red light policeman Riley's manus began to fondle her early leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her thighs. During all this no one spoke and Batgirl focused her eyes straight ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary bicycle was taking place. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing climax they reached their destination first and both men took their handwriting away leaving her high though not dry. After first base removing the captive they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

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

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

He escorted her to an unoccupied interview room and once they were inside he closed the doorway behind them. The room contained four alloy chairs and a table and after the summer heat energy outside the chill air felt particularly cold against Batgirl's skin. The cop produced a pen and a piece of theme before sitting down and she followed suit.

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

"Of course ship's officer Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the seat trying to get easy but whether due to the hard, cold metal or her burning pussy she was unsuccessful.

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

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

He nodded in reply before standing then moving next to her where he leaned down so he could interpret it. As he did he rested a hand on her articulatio humeri and when she said nothing he slid it down until he was palming her house breast. Batgirl gasped when he squeezed it and before she knew it his other hand was squeezing the early one. Even before he'd touched her chest her tit were hard from the air conditioning and his warm feeling only stimulated them further.

In reply her leave behind hand reached across her consistency until it came into contact with officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his turn to gasp when she started massaging his bulge through the stuff of his uniform gasp as his erection swelled prominent. She swiveled around in the death chair so that she had skilful access to what she wanted and though this caused him to loose her breasts with what she was doing it was more than a fairly barter off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one hand continued rubbing his cock while the other helping hand began unfastening his pant. Only then did she move her handwriting off his bulge but just so she could use both manus to yank down his pants and boxershorts. She giggled with delight when his hard pecker 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 dorsum of her mouth in one smooth move before pulling back until only his swell up head remained inside. Batgirl's tongue swirled around it, licking the foreland as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a minute Batgirl began taking him cryptical while continuing to use her nimble tongue on his throbbing tool. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his balls, adding to his joy and if things had continued like this for much foresightful he may own cum sooner than he wished. But just then the threshold opened and Officer Riley slipped inside the consultation room.

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

James Whitcomb Riley wasted no time but rushed to stand succeeding to his partner as he fumbled with his uniform knickers. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's set rooster and as soon as James Whitcomb Riley's pants were undone her oral sex swooped in. He was only partially erect but her hot sassing soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until Riley was at full moon mast, coating his member with her spit before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the next few arcminute 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 luxuria. It was Officer Muldoon that switched matter up, for right after she'd released his putz and took his partner's he moved to the side of her. His handwriting first moved her ness to one face allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was able to absent it freeing her pert, perky titty. While this took office Batgirl managed to maintain Riley's stiff peter in her mouthpiece, though she had to momentarily consider her hired man off his balls.

officer Muldoon's rim then took her tender mammilla into his mouth and sucked on it while his tongue ran back and forth over the put up nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a muffle groan as she continued sucking on James Whitcomb Riley's erection for all she was Worth. After a second of chest free rein Muldoon took his mouth away from her firm breast though his hand continued to pluck her nipple.

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

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping Riley's dick in her oral cavity but she was able to lurch her body by raising her ass a few column inch off the hot seat allowing Muldoon to attract it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her trunk so that she was standing in a bent over situation which permitted Muldoon to get working on her bottoms. It wasn't easy as the material was skin tight and he had to slowly roll it past her rosehip and derriere but with perseverance he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to wait any longer he crouched behind her and buried his face in her succulent mantrap and due to her arousal 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 manus grabbed her hips as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her left deal reached back to pull on his hair. During this she continued to slide her lips the length of Riley's erecting prompting him to take her knocker and shove it hard.

"Enough 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 tongue from her honey pot before standing. It took but a few secondment for him to pass his erection to her waiting hole and she was so wet he sank chunk deep with one driving force. 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 cops managed to synchronize their movements to an eldritch degree. As Muldoon's rooster bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's swell up head probed her throat as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both close caused her to control onto James Whitcomb Riley's legs for dear life as she felt an orgasm building.

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

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

"sign me up for that buddy,"Riley replied as his putz slipped from her sassing with a drawing string of spit hanging down from it.

"If you're going to fuck me too then avail me onto the mesa first,"Batgirl told him as she straightened her lithe, athletic body up.

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

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

Riley went right hand to turn, first removing her luxuriously heeled boots before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her side at the edge of the tabular array and raised her upper leg into the air. Riley pulled her body to correct where he wanted it before lining his cock up with her puss. He rubbed it against her puffy lip and clit for a bit, doing his easily to tease her but Batgirl was having none of that.

Her gloved mitt reached down and wrapped around the shaft just below the head and brought it to her opening night before guiding it inside her backtalk. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her kitty he surrendered to it and slid mysterious inside her wet folds. Now that James Whitcomb Riley was where she wanted she turned her attending back to Muldoon who was standing nearby slowly stroking his erection.

"Officer Muldoon my lilliputian mouth is so empty. Do you experience of anything strong and tasty to satisfy it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her cheek and slid his cock between her parted mouth and he didn't occlusion until his wiry pubic fuzz was brushing against the diffused cutis of her brass. She made a gurgling auditory sensation as her throat was pierced by his intrude on member though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to pull him deeper.

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his astray cock, using short, knock-down thrust. His hand brought her publicize pes to his oral cavity allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the like time. This duple teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his inflexible cock from her mouth.

"Hey lets change home again pal. I don't think I can terminal much long and I'd really like to experience her odorous kitty again before I lose it."

James Whitcomb Riley made a fount for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a good pardner he consented to the petition after a couple more rapid pumps of his rosehip. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl's body around so that she was matte on her back and prevarication widthwise across the table. Because of that her psyche now hung upside down beyond the table allowing her to easily deep throat his erection which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her wooden leg gamy in the air with human knee out to bringing them near Riley's boldness. He took the bait and began to kiss and lap up them enthusiastically while continuing to vibrate her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to finis as long as possible didn't penetrate her pussy at low gear but instead slid his irradiation along her wet furrow. While this felt well to them both, especially to Batgirl each time his helmet head collided with her button, it also allowed him some time to finalise down a bit. Even when he did enter inside her gate of paradise he went slower than he desired in ordering to prolong his pleasure.

However despite his ripe effort her mingy snatch heftiness soon had him on the sharpness of climax again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too late. Breathing deeply he slapped his hard sum against her indulgent pussy a few time before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks as he started to pound her as severely and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto James Whitcomb Riley's legs to stabilise herself as they speared her from both terminal. Riley was holding her feet and kissing them while fucking her face and with each jab his balls collided with her nose. Sensing he was fold Batgirl moved one script from his leg and managed to caress his balls. That move was all it took to place him over the boundary.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's body tensed as his lump sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl's pharynx was flooded with his thick semen. All she could do was swallow down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing stopcock until no more came. Gasping for breathing space he pulled his member from her mouth but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her script grabbed the beam of light and held it by her red lip allowing her tongue to lick his sore head making him moan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the verge of exploding even before witnessing this erotic prospect unfold only a pair of infantry away and watching it was like throwing gasolene on his raging fire. He buried his shaft in her wet folds one last sentence as he felt himself swell in anticipation of imminent climax.

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

Riley whose trunk had been facing in the direction of the door had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent shaft and was incognizant that the door had even opened. On hearing the honcho he'd first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to displume his uniform trousers up to cross his uncover member.

For his constituent Muldoon had partially turned his body in the focusing of the vocalism which resulted in his dick slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to shoot pearl of white liquid love. All he could do under the circumstances was stand there while his spermatozoan splattered against the back of her thigh as foreman O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the neighborhood to see what was taking place headman O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview way closing the threshold behind him before addressing his officers.

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

Neither man could respond to his remark for both were too embarrassed to even depend his way but instead they cast their shamefaced eyes on the tile floor.

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

When they shook their read/write head no he sighed before speaking again.

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

Without saying another word both cops finished fastening their pants before exiting the way leaving the Chief alone with Batgirl. During the time the Chief had chastened his military officer Batgirl had rolled off the mesa and landed catlike on her spare base. 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 stave with the two cops had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to consecrate up yet. Not when there was still another man in the elbow room so she succeeding turned her tending to Chief O'Hara.

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

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no need to apologize. Though you've helped out the section many times including today you're a private citizen not a public servant. So it's a different thing for you. They on the early hand should love improve than to be carrying on while on duty."

While speaking to her his optic darted around wildly in an attempt to not look at her nearly nude eubstance but being a man he fell well short of this goal. The fact that she'd moved right in social movement of him as he spoke and actually put her gloved hand against his uniform crownwork only made things more difficult for the honcho despite his best intentions.

"Still I have to bear some of the incrimination Chief. It can't be easy for a man to detain focused on business with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you guess Chief O'Hara, do you find it intemperate to condense with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually garrulous lawman found he was dumb. Now while he was unable to verbally show himself another office of his consistency was making its ruling known. For as they stood there a big bulge was growing ever larger in his uniform trouser until the head worried the seams might burst.

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

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

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

He then tried to aline her yellow mantle so it would cover her firm breast in the hope that the out of sight, out of mind principle might help but as he moved the cloth his hand brushed across her erect nipple. Batgirl let out a groan when he did and her deal fondled his groin with more urgency and just like that he was lost. His hand groped her breast while his other arm circled her waistline pulling her sexy body even closer to his. Bending down his oral cavity found hers and they exchanged a passionate kiss, their clapper engaging in a enlivened wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took mastery of the situation. Her hands pushed his burly soundbox backwards until he collided with a chairwoman before collapsing onto it. She wasted no time but straddled his seated torso before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hands took her breast while the early took off the Chief's hat and dropped it onto the table before pushing his head toward her bosom.

Needing no farther guidance the Chief began to suck on her breast enthusiastically, trying to fit as a lot of the tender flesh into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her waspish waist while his exempt hand moved upward to study hold of her disregard breast. His buddy-buddy thumb and forefinger pinched the vertical nipple sending signals to both her brain and pussy.

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

For the next few instant she gave him an enthusiastic lap terpsichore while tribal chief O'Hara continued sucking on her sensitive nipples until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her hands on his shoulders she stood up before taking a footmark back. Looking down she felt a bit's embarrassment on seeing the big wet maculation she'd left on his trouser but she also saw the magnanimous excrescence that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly undid his knock and trouser and he helped by lifting his ass off the chair allowing her to draw in his gasp down to his knee. She smiled when she first saw his big putz standing up straight and ready for legal action. The head word was large and red with pre-cum already leaking from the dent while the rotating shaft was thickheaded and swollen with vena twisting around it.

Her hand circled the bag as she bent down until her backtalk was but an inch above it. Her tongue extended past her red lips and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative groan in reception. Her eyes met his as she opened her sass wide and a bit later Batgirl engulfed the bulblike head in her hot mouth.

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

She did just that, bobbing her masked head up and down, taking as much of his turgid turncock as would fit into her hungry mouth. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely flow down the scape 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 hand firmly around the wide of the mark base.

She again straddled his sitting variant and lowered her own soundbox while guiding his peter right where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thickly member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't stop until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a moment to earmark her body to adjust for though chief O'Hara wasn't retentive 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 see out this crazy, wonderful world or predict what would happen in it. Back when she was a girl she had innocently bounced on chieftain O'Hara's articulatio genus and now, well she was on the Saame lap but there was nothing innocent about it.

Placing her workforce on his broad articulatio humeri she began to bounce up and down on his fat cock while making certain to lean forward so her white meat were within image of his back talk. The honcho didn't disappoint but clamped his dentition onto her protruding teat and lightly bit it. At the Lapplander sentence his hard manpower grabbed hold of her strengthen ass cheeks and squeezed them.

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

He didn't reply for he preferred to use his mouth to keep to suck and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her assertion for he'd never felt a tighter pussy. Her interior muscleman squeezed his swollen erecting like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable tone. As she moved on him his hands reached up and took wait of her yellowed usefulness knock. Once he had a firm suitcase on it he used it to pull her downward tough onto his cock before she would rise up again and this sequence was repeated over and over again.

They were so caught up in what they were doing that neither was aware that another person had quietly entered the room. The figure stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvis on Chief O'Hara's shillelagh with great interest. Though there was mountain to see his middle remained fixated on her tone up and perfectly shaped buttocks to the elision of all else. visual sensation from the past times flooded his judgment as he remembered another derriere just as perfective that he had never forgotten or gotten over losing.

Before he even realized what he was doing Commissioner St. James the Apostle Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing pecker to escape the confines of his apparel slacks. Spitting onto his hand he began to stroke himself in prison term to her apparent motion until his erection had reached its to the full property 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 aware that person else was in the elbow room was when she felt something hot and hard touch her ass cheek as it attempted to go in her ruck back door. Due to her body's movement it was unable to gain entree however. Before she had a chance to react 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 mind to go numb from the unexpected shock.

"wellspring tribal chief, I can see what's delayed you and I can't say I blame you. Would you heed doing your old booster a favour ? I'm having a bit of worry 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 prefer for me to leave ?"the honcho asked as his work force pulled Batgirl's svelte ass impudence as far apart as they would go.

"Certainly not Chief,"he replied before spitting a tumid gob of saliva onto Batgirl's exposed anatomical sphincter,"among expert friends like us there can be no secrets or embarrassment. If two old pal can't share a cleaning lady what's this world coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his large mushroom head against her puckered hole which slowly yielded to the insistent press. He grunted as he forced it past her anal band and even though her first denial was breached he found her ass so tight he had to pause momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some dominance of her faculty but all she managed to do under the flyblown condition was to bury her face against boss O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick extremity further into her tight ass and though it resisted the violation he persevered as column inch after inch slowly disappeared inside her back channel. Only after he had buried his full length in Batgirl's pillage deep did Commissioner Gordon blockage and that was so that he could fully relish the maven. Taking a deep breathing place he then slid most of his cock out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a muffled groan from his disguise daughter's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the Chief started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her tight fix to the brim with knockout stopcock. In less than two minutes Chief O'Hara could feel himself hurtling toward sexual climax for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl's incredibly tight pussy on him was the feeling of the Commissioner's driving cock on the other slope of her pussy tissue layer. His brass turned red and his chest heaved as heaven on world beckoned.

"resplendency be ! It's like the holy man be marching in me blarney stones !"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 head O'Hara had finished discharging and his sanguine side had regained its formula colour. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl's shank and holding her tightly he straightened his body up while pulling her with him. This caused the Chief's spent shaft to slip out of Batgirl's pussy as her torso rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, half carried her limp body to the board where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening Chief O'Hara had removed his hankey which he used to scavenge up his shrinking member.

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

"right hand you are Chief. It probably is better that one of us is in the office in subject something happens and I have a feeling it's going to be a while before I get back there. I'm going to delight fucking Batgirl's ass for as long as I can manage."

Putting his countersign into action Commissioner Gordon began to slide his erection in and out of her at a leisurely step. He went nice and dumb, reveling as each inch went into her sloshed back doorway until his balls would cope with her wet little kitty at which time he would reverse direction until only the tip of his shaft remained inside her tuck golf hole. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her breasts, hands 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 turmoil as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for sire and daughters weren't supposed to engage in sexual relations and yet to her shame region of her wanted it to continue. It felt so good and where was the harm she reasoned. He didn't pull in it was his own daughter for he'd never shown an glimmering of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their interactions. To receive him stop might actually arouse his suspicion that something wasn't right about the situation and since he was only using her ass there was no chance of an incestuous baby resulting from the forbidden act.

So though she still had misgivings Barbara decided the best course of study of military action was to let affair continue and love herself to the fullest but to never let it happen again. Having made her conclusion she concluded that there was only one additional thing that would make the actual act more enjoyable.

"Commissioner,"she said in a low, warble interpreter,"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 chance do you oohh have a duo of handcuff with you ?"she gasped out as her founding father continued tapping her tantalizing rear.

On hearing the interrogative his eyes lit up with a demoralize gleam that most who knew the esteem commissioner of constabulary had never seen or would have expected to. Reaching into the pocket of his suit crownwork his hired hand emerged with a pair of shiny bracelets.

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

Without saying another word Batgirl moved her hands off the mesa and extended them back and up past her body. He snapped one manacle onto her in good order wrist but instead of attaching the former his hand grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her body upright.

"Though I would never do this with an actual suspect I think it makes more mother wit to cuff your hands in presence of you Batgirl. I have the touch they'll do you more serious there, you may find a use for them."

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

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

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chair's arrangement so that her head and shoulders could just strive the tabular array with her bent at the waist. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to be intimate her again, this time with more military unit so that each time he bottomed out she let out a lilliputian whimper. This caused him to smile as he savored the spirit of her stiff ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

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

His hands held her hips as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his operose member forward again. By this prison term Batgirl had inserted three fingers from one hired man into her sopping pussy while the index finger from her former hand was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her mind Batgirl kept thinking ‘ screwing me pappa, get laid my ass'over and over again as she neared orgasm. Seconds later she let out a gimcrack cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his role Commissioner Gordon's creative thinker was in two billet at once. parting of him was in the here and now, enjoying the sight, smell, sound and most importantly the feeling of Batgirl's hone ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering similar experiences from his distant past tense when he was fucking another ass that was just as squiffy and shapely, one that looked almost identical to the one he was currently filling.

It was that memory of his ex ( and Barbara's female parent ) that was spurring him ever closer to orgasm. It happened right after his girl was born that the doctor had advised the twosome to forbear from vaginal sex while she healed from the difficult parentage. At the sentence he had been in his sexual prime, always horny and insatiate and it had been difficult for him to abstain and to his majestic mind masturbation was not a viable option.

So at first they had practiced oral exam sex but her acquisition weren't up to the undertaking of satisfying him multiple times each day. She'd been the one to first intimate the alternative and he had readily agreed, no incertitude inspired by her incredible derriere. He had gone slow and easy the starting time 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 helping hand had immediately taken to it like a Pisces the Fishes to weewee. The only if reasonableness he hadn't initially revealed how a great deal he enjoyed it was due to her tepid reaction. But each additional metre he sodomized her ass the pleasure increased and the more he wanted to until it became an obsession. It was after she recovered and was able to engage in convention intercourse again that thing 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 time until other issue reared their head and ultimately they separated. A couple of year later they finalized their divorce with her moving away and him getting hands of their daughter.

Ever since then he had searched in vain for another perfect ass to satisfy him the same way his ex's had for that unawares metre and he'd never found it. The tidy women he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to satisfy his unnatural desires forcing him to exact extreme bill. So on rarefied social occasion when he couldn't take it anymore the respected public handmaiden had traveled to Atlantic urban center where he had engaged the services of professional escorts to fill his anal sex compulsion.

Such action at law had always gone against the grain of his sterling character for he hated to break the law, even if not in his own urban center and a victimless criminal offence, but he could only resist the sinewy itch for so long before something had to give. And now for the start sentence since his divorce he'd seemingly found the perfect substitute in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her utility knock he increased the speed of his hip, slamming his total, thickheaded 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 percentage hearing her cum was the net straw as he buried his stopcock as deep as it could go. second base later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a downpour of thick, blanched cum. His consistency trembled and his warmness raced as he experienced the joy he'd been vainly searching for all those lost years.

Gasping for breathing space he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the unspoiled way to convince her to stimulate this a regular natural event. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum gear up to issue so he squeezed right below his egotistical cockhead to assist it on its way. As it fell his hand had continued pulling on her utility rap and the cobbler's last drop of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's middle narrowed for decently next to the white, smooth pearl was a distinctive birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl's public utility company belt before but now lay exposed.

epilogue

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed higher and higher toward the tip of carnal pleasure when one concluding lick pushed her to the summit. She paused there an instant before soaring even higher as she floated on Wave of orgasmic bliss toward sexual nirvana. Her whole body felt at one with the universe as she let out a routine of drawn out moans reflecting the sublime delectation 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 Shangri-la she drifted back down to earth. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga's pass nestled between her parted thighs. The au pair was still licking her succulent, juicy lulu though now at a dim pace with an occasional light kiss to Batgirl's inner thigh.

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

"Yes Inga. Words can't express how often I'm enjoying it, you have a very gifted sass. But you must give up for a minute."

"But why ? I want to bat you until my lingua is too bore to prompt. You deserve it and your slit tastes so well to me."

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

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

She crawled forward until Batgirl could take her head with both men at which fourth dimension she kissed the Swedish smasher. Their lips moved against each other's and Batgirl could try herself on Inga. Their tongues next slipped inside the other's mouth where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and weak with desire.

When the kiss ended Inga attempted to move back down but Batgirl had other architectural plan. Using a judo move she flipped the declamatory daughter onto her book binding after which she maneuvered her thighs so they were astride Inga's head then lowered her own organic structure so they were in a sixty-nine billet. Inga wasted no time in raising her head teacher off the bed to resume feasting on Batgirl's sopping cunt and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how tiny and pink it appeared as her tongue sampled Inga for the number one time. Finding the taste to her liking Batgirl's clapper burrowed deep inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could reach. She swirled it around for a metre causing Inga to hoist her hip off the bed in an attempt to countenance Batgirl's tongue to fall into place even deeper. After a footling while Batgirl slid her lingua out but only so she could lick Inga's erect little clit instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a muffled moan for it felt as if live electricity was coursing from there across her totally uneasy system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger inside Inga's tight pussy and started to frig her which triggered a series of sexual climax with each more acute than the last until the Swedish au dyad was left trembling and gasping from an excess of pleasure. During this Batgirl had not let up but continue whacking and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blond 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 show me mercy. Please !"

While not believing that anything she was doing could try fatal Batgirl sympathized with the girl after what she had herself suffered at the work force of the joker so she ceased her licking. Due to the pussy muscular tissue cramp Inga was having Batgirl was unable to take her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a twain of minutes Inga had recovered enough that she was able to wrestle out from underneath Batgirl's body.

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

After saying this Inga stretched her luscious consistency on the mattress with a contented smile on her case. The smile got orotund when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked straits on Inga's plentiful bosom and placing her gloved hand on top of her wispy, golden ringlets. The two remained like that for a little time and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her fingerbreadth crept down a few column inch and began to circle Inga's still raise clitoris while her oral cavity took the rutabaga's nipple inside and sucked on it.

"No !"Inga shrieked as she tried to get out 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 best do it now because I can't assist myself. You are too sexy for me to observe my hand and lips off for long."

"Thank you for saying so, I feel same for you. Never have I felt so, what word you Americans use, so turned on for any other young woman, not even my friend Helga back home who teach me about girl love. You lie on back and I show you good time."

No Sooner had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into positioning. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's thighs until they were spread wide after which she spun her own consistency around so their heads were pointed in opposite focus. With a arch grinning she rolled onto her side and entwined her leg with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvis were brushing against each other's.

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

The second Batgirl nodded Inga began to drudge her wet pussy against Batgirl's, sending waves of pleasance throughout both their bodies. It didn't take Batgirl long to watch on, for almost immediately she followed cause as the two bumped pussy until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the get-go to cum though Batgirl was closing curtain behind and Inga was still in the throes of climax when Batgirl joined her.

This didn't slow them any but only whetted their appetites for Sir Thomas More orgasms so they continued their scissoring movements, their smooth legs and wet pussy writhing against the other. Finally after multiple orgasms Inga shifted her position so she was no longer lying down but vertical though her legs were still entwined with Batgirl's. She continued bumping muffs while also grinding on Batgirl's leg until with a loud cry her torso fell forward onto Batgirl.

"I die,"she whispered after she'd recovered sufficiently enough to speak,"but only picayune demise like Daniel Chester French say."

A short clip later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the offense champion was pulling on her trouser that the Swede 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 wing to ask…"

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

"One last osculation to commemorate me by, please."

Stifling a smile Batgirl stroked the au yoke's cheek before responding.

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

Batgirl had to maintain all her self-control to not laugh as she said this but the smell 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 kiss good night, OK ?"

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her arms around Batgirl's legs just in shell she changed her mind and tried to pull up stakes. She then kissed her right on her wet, tumid purulent backtalk. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French candy kiss of a sort, with Inga's nimble tongue sliding between her kitty backtalk. At the same time the au pair's nose connected with Batgirl's clit stimulating her further.

"Oh yes ! Oh Inga, that feels so right. Don't check ! Oh, oh,"Batgirl cried out as her hired man grabbed Inga's blond hair as paradise beckoned yet again.

pentad 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 soft mouth tenderly while staring into her eyes before releasing her.

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

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

Without saying another Logos Batgirl sprang out the window onto the firing escape. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the ground. Looking up she gave a waving before disappearing into the back street. Coming to her own window a hour later she slid it open without a sound before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the window she was about to off her mask when she noticed there was light streaming into her dark bedroom from around the edges of the door though she knew no light had been on when she'd left wing. Creeping to the door she listened and after a moment she heard what sounded like quiet ventilation. Not knowing what to gestate she inched the room access open and slipped through to the hall beyond. In the living room she could see the seated figure of a man with his cover to her. Just as she reached the door of the life room a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her boot and the figure started.

She stood motionless for a moment as the man stood then turned in her instruction. His eye widened and he dropped a copy of the law composition to the floor below before taking a footprint forward.

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END