The antic's On Batgirl
( The sequel to The Joker's On Batgirl )
By rutger5 Copyright 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the intemperate bag with one final examination flurry of punches but like all previous attempt it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her forehead 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 skin than the steamy gym interior had but it didn't causal agent Barbara to vary her plans.

After a speedy stretch of her toned quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five miles and thirty five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her flat building. A short while later after showering Barbara ate her troglodyte dinner party then settled onto the couch with a playscript. Despite her best efforts to read she soon found her mind drifting to other grievous subjects.

Two separate intellection occupied her intelligent mind to the riddance of all else. The first was whether she could ever strike the mantel of Batgirl again. For ever since that calamitous Night when the Joker and his gang had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was timid what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal condemnation from the metropolis she had risked life and limb for numerous metre fed into her uncertainty 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 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 spoilt and she'd been forced to post surplus twosome of sensible, white cotton wool panty with her at all metre so she could deepen when they became soaked from her copious and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a singles bar ( while disguised in a blond wig and dark glasses ) with the intention of picking up a stranger for anonymous sex. The only thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her needs she still had some minimal touchstone and for some reason that night only the dregs of human race were demonstrate. So she had settled for visiting a seamy sex shop class in Gotham's red-light dominion instead, purchasing a boastfully, naturalistic dildo that resembled a cock with balls.

It had received numerous physical exertion in the short metre she'd owned it and while it helped to replete a vacuum it wasn't the Same as a warm, man body. What was worse was that each coming it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd turn an uncontrollable nymphomaniac and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to move around back the clock. She would vagabond off into an uneasy slumber after hours of masturbation, her dildo slick with her own juice lying beside her, only to wake the next sunrise as horny as ever. She had begun to get dark circles under her eyes from want of sleep and it was only her attainment with physical composition that prevented others from noticing.

Making matters forged was that country in her sprightliness that would have comforted her in the past or been a situation of asylum no longer were. Due to the circumstances of what had happened Barbara had avoided her beginner, at to the lowest degree in the flesh, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how meddlesome and sap work had been lately as an exculpation and he hadn't pressed the exit.

Part of that was because he'd been wracked by guilt and opinion distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the hands ( and assorted other torso parts ) of the Joker and his gang. Since he'd been the one to narrate her of the jokester's escape and had given her his ( reluctant ) blessing to hunt down for him he felt responsible for for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a public statement in livelihood of Batgirl in the aftermath, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the powerful affair and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way responsible. All his remaining energy had been directed at trying to chase down the jokester though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the face of the earth and there wasn't even a rumour of his positioning in Gotham's Hades grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no solacement at work for like most plaza in Gotham metropolis the Batgirl TV was the primary topic of conversation with most bibliothec weighing in ( in hushed tone, of course of action ) on the controversial and salacious content. The most hateful comments came from young lady Peychaud, a prune faced, bitter spinster of the old school whose greatest pleasance in life consisted of scolding children who spoke too loudly and maligning any woman more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine percent of the female population.

"Why she's nothing but a common cocotte and rounder,"she hissed to Mrs Inigo Jones, an owlish and genial fellow bibliothec, as the charwoman took their break inside the staff lounge one amercement summer afternoon.

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

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

"Well I admit her costume isn't promiscuous accommodation but she also has the digit to attract it off. Most of us would look foolish or worse if we were to try to habilitate that way. Still no matter what she wears she's done a lot of commodity thing. Countless times 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 scream heroic verse are at best exaggerations to sell document and more likely outright lies. If you dig cryptic you'd probably find that she traded sexual favors with these reporters in order for them to compose such tripe so she could become notable. No, mark my actor's line, what has been revealed in this filthy, adult moving picture is the substantial Batgirl - a degenerate tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fist as her anger grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old woman for after Barbara had been appointed point librarian Miss Peychaud had told anyone that would heed that Miss Gordon was far too unseasoned and inexperienced for such a responsibleness but it must be Nice to have friends in richly places. Barbara tried to remain sedate but as all the bile streamed out of Miss Peychaud's oral cavity she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to tolerate with the intent of giving the malicious viper a musical composition of her thinker another bibliothec 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 librarian's face.

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

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

"Oh yes misfire Gordon, I'm sorry I get so excited. But when I became a bibliothec I didn't realize I'd be dealing with situations like this. I thought overdue program library books would be the worst matter I'd have to handle with."

The other librarians wanting to be intimate what was happening had stopped their conversation and begun to fall out Barbara and Enid while listening intently.

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

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

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

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

"Are you certainly girl Gordon, if you want I'll come with you,"she replied though it was clear by the looking at on her face she didn't want to.

"Yes I'm sure."

With a settle spirit in her eye Barbara walked into the electronic computer way while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs. Mother Jones watched from the room access. Barbara could learn the cheap sounds of a woman moaning before she saw the man and truth be told her sensitive poke smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a recent cause filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham metropolis crook Liberties coupling ) and settled by the urban center that simply smelling or watching filth in the depository library weren't grounds enough for removal. Still she had to at least try to get him to alter his behaviour for the good of the former subroutine library user.

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

At the sound of her voice the man swiveled in his chairperson and faced her and it was brighten from his appearance that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably eye aged but he was so unsporting and unkempt that it was hard to recite for surely. The man was on the thick position with longish, sebaceous hair and an unshaven cheek while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for gold. On seeing the vision of feminine comeliness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

"Hey baby, 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 sass as her eyes took in the woman on screen who was the recipient of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her longing organic structure as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple arduous putz filling every hole. For a moment she remained frozen until she regained her composure and cleared her throat.

"Umm, no thank you sir. What I was hoping,"she said while avoiding looking at both the figurer screen and the man's bulging groin,"was that you could exhibit some consideration for your fellow library patrons. Could you perhaps turn the intensity down or use the provided headphones so as not to commove others ?"

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

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

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

Without saying another give-and-take Barbara turned on her bounder and retreated and as she did she could feel his eyes staring at her toned stage and butt the whole metre. She didn't pause but strode past the other librarian and continued to the strawman desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the phone she dialed as the other librarians clucked like a flock of hens.

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

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

"Well Miss Peychaud while I'm so pleased to receive your approval I've used no connections. I didn't reference my name or my founding father nor do I architectural plan to. The fact is though this person may view whatever cloth he wants on the computer there are former factors which I'll point out to the police when they arrive which should contract caution of this job, at least for today."

True to her word Barbara spoke to the responding officers and accompanied them to the data processor room. When the man saw them he immediately began to protest loudly about his rights when the older of the two officers cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to convince some bleeding essence judge but I don't precaution. At the least I can charge you with inebriate and disorderly and throw you in the tank until you're sober. And if you give me a firmly time then I'll bearing you with lewd and lewd conduct and who is the judge going to believe - a slice of man garbage like you or a fresh young cleaning lady like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and leave not only this subroutine library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just forget you have right wing. Now move !"

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

Sighing in ministration she thought they'd need to ingest the janitor disinfect the chair 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 ineffective to. Barbara did bring off to muffle the volume but for the next five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving group of ‘ histrion'double penetrated the Pres Young woman.

It was only when she felt her own secretions start trickling past her panties and down her thigh that she moved. Turning off the monitoring device she headed to her office where she took the precaution of locking the door before pulling up her dame and sitting with legs feast wide. Since her dildo was back at nursing home Barbara had to improvise with what was uncommitted. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the trick. It was a souvenir from when she had attended a bibliothec convention in the nation's capital and was shaped like the American capital Monument.

Barbara's agile pink tongue first licked the glass paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her panties to the side exposing her juicy kitty-cat. Carefully she inserted it between her pink lower backtalk and as it slid inside it made a squishy sound. Barbara was so put forward already that this was enough to trigger an climax though she was far from satiated. She waited until her pussy muscle spasm lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, hungry hole.

Putting one foot up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her judgment flashbacked to the mental image she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her attain another orgasm within a few bit it wasn't enough. Using her free hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could pull off her erect mammilla while continuing to bang herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

Closing her eyes she allowed her vivid resource to contain over and if her fellow librarians had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would experience been dumbfounded. For in her brain she replayed what had just transpired in the computer way with a far unlike termination. At the spot where she had turned to pass on Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waistline and pushing her down grimace first onto the mesa. His filthy mitt pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panty and moment later he rammed his gruelling cock into her.

In her fantasy he was relentless, pounding her miserly pinkness strong and fast while yanking back on her fuzz until her neck opening muscle were tight. His former deal pinched and slapped her business firm backside as he continued thrusting balls abstruse making her cry out with pleasure.

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

It took a few bit for her to recoup her equilibrium after her monolithic orgasm at which point in time her hand released her tender breast and she slid the glass paperweight from her molten sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every dip of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

Standing on shaky branch Barbara fixed her wear before opening a window to air out her office staff for the heady scent of female lust was overpowering. After that she returned to work and was able to do it through the respite of the day without losing controller again.

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

The top section she simply hemmed at the waist leaving the slide fastener intact while also hemming the top of the bottom section and of row mending what department Harley and the joker had cut. That allowed the keister to be removed by rolling them off while leaving the top on. In fact after completing the modification she had lain in her bed sans bottoms with the rest of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking flood tide while watching it all open in the mirror.

As for the triumphal return of Batgirl it was portion that decided things for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three weeks after the turkey incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment building after a tenacious run. She had been exercising more and more in the hope that tiring herself out might subside or at to the lowest degree blunt her sex parkway with little result to show for it. Despite her running a retentive distance than normal she felt hornier than ever with her pussy wetter than the rest of her perspiration soaked dead body. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to circle the block as a nerveless down.

Now much as Barbara's flat building had an alley on one side of meat as well as behind it so did many of the other apartment edifice in the neighborhood. It was while passing such an back street around the recess from her home that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the scene in the program library loitering about while imbibition from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory fancy, in rattling liveliness 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 sottish pain in the neck and she suspected if given half a fortune he might do some real deviltry. Because of that Barbara decided to antecede putting on the air conditioning despite the summer heating plant and instead opened her windows before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just conjunction Barbara soon heard a hoo-hah as she drank down the buddy-buddy drink. Peering out her kitchen windowpane she saw the familiar bum gesticulating wildly while making crude and salacious comments. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a cleaning lady by what he was saying. Under normal circumstances she probably would throw phoned the police while keeping an eye on the situation to make sure it didn't escalate but something snapped in her.

Maybe it was because of how he had acted in the library or all her pent up frustrations from the preceding few week's case but Barbara had reached her breaking point. Sprinting to her bedchamber she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in disc time. No Sooner had she slipped the wig and mask on her head then she was slithering out her chamber window, fastening the cape once she reached the alleyway.

While her sleeping room windowpane 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 nook of the building where she saw that he had managed to corner a young woman pushing a carriage. Barbara recognized her as an au pair from Sweden who was working the summertime for a pair who also lived in her building.

The girlfriend must have been cutting through the alley on her proceeds when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. often as in the library he was fondling his crotch while she appeared immobilise with fear and unable to prompt. There is no telling what would ingest happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that present moment he seized the articulatio radiocarpea of the young charwoman while brandishing a boxcutter in the other hired man. He dragged her away from the stroller and toward the dumpster.

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

"Hey dirty dog, why not let her go and lease your chances with me instead,"Batgirl called out in a flash voice.

He whirled around and saw her standing five feet away with her gloved men on her hips, her full, red rim curled in a half smile.

"Batgirl ! Didn't the turkey 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 telecasting I'm guessing it's gon na be my hard cock."

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

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the rampart against her back. He inched closer holding the leaf blade before him when without warning she struck. Her kick was so flying that the weapon was knocked from his now numb paw before he realized it while the next one connected solidly with his midsection forcing his breath out with a pant. The coup de free grace she uncharacteristically delivered with her fist, striking the reeling man on his jaw so hard he was sent sprawling onto the skittle alley pavement.

The next thing Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au span was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a min Batgirl couldn't move as the closeness of the North Germanic language overwhelmed her senses. The young woman smelled like summer strawberries and dotty bloom and her gentle, voluptuous body felt the like nirvana to Batgirl but finally she broke the magic spell she was under decent to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the youth woman answered as she reluctantly released her Jesus though she remained so unaired that Batgirl could still feel her warm breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a speech sound with you could you yell the law ?"Batgirl asked though she was unable to front into the young char's ice dark eyes as she did so, afraid the au pair would be able to see the lascivious thought she was thinking about her.

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

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

He was still conscious though very groggy and it took but a mo for Batgirl to roll him onto his belly and secure his custody with a ziptie she removed from a sack on her public utility bang. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making surely her young electric charge was okay. The yearling had managed to catch some Z's through all the upheaval and had a peaceable grinning on his seraphic face. After satisfying herself that he was fine Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

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

Batgirl swallowed operose for though she could feel Inga's tenderness pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heat from her full, shapely breast even through her mitt. Once Batgirl's hand was pressed to her plentiful bosom Inga sighed and closed her eyes while holding it in post until Batgirl felt her own kernel charge per unit quicken.

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

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

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

Batgirl was spared having to reply for right at that import a law car screeched to a check at the back talk of the alley. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl's hand as the patrolman climbed from the car and approached them.

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

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

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

"Yes 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 intentions so I intervened. The knife is right over there,"Batgirl said while pointing out the location of the boxcutter.

"Riley,"the world-class policeman barked out,"get that in an evidence bag and make indisputable not to foul it. By the way Batgirl I'm gladiola to see you're still in the fight after everything that's happened."

"Thank you, that means a lot to me knowing there are still people in my corner,"she replied in a quiesce 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 affirmation his better half 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 onlooker had gathered and even worse was that there were many citizenry watching from Windows in the surrounding construction. How on earth would she be capable to get back to her own flat undetected with all these perceiver she wondered.

"All right Miss Oleson I believe we have enough to go on for now. We'll be in touch with you as the compositor's case proceeds. better get the footling feller back home."

"Okay, thank you. I will Officer."

She had started to go toward the baby carriage when she stopped and turned around before rushing up to Batgirl and hugging her once again. Then with no warning she kissed the law-breaking fighter on the oral cavity while slipping something into her hand.

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

The gang had burst into cheers at the minuscule appearance but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the entrance of the building. Batgirl on the other hand stood there with her side as red as a beet and she didn't know what her next move should be when she realized an officer was speaking to her.

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

Seeing an out to get off the spot about returning habitation 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 fanny why don't you ride in the front with us. It might be a little crowded but skilful than being with the trash."

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the seat with policeman Muldoon following and while it was a snug fit it was certainly better than the alternative. officer James Whitcomb Riley was using the police radio to report they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the front end of the patrol car gave Batgirl a belief 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 come together attention so when Officer James Whitcomb Riley had to stop short due to a traffic luminance changing she was caught off guard duty. Officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his left hand 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 hired hand remained on her thigh.

wellspring to be to a greater extent accurate his hand did relocation but it began creeping higher up her leg while stroking it softly. Initially Batgirl felt unsure of what to say or do about this. On one hand he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an intimate fashion and to take a leak matter risky he had a gold wedding party band on his finger so he must be married. But on the early script she was very horny and his hand felt so good as it climbed higher.

Making her decision she spread her thighs wider allowing his paw access to her covered hammock. When the car stopped at the side by side red fire up Officer Riley's hand began to fondle her early leg as policeman Muldoon was now rubbing the link between her thigh. During all this no one radius and Batgirl focused her centre straight ahead as if null out of the ordinary bicycle was taking place. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing orgasm they reached their destination first and both men took their manpower away leaving her high though not dry. After first removing the prisoner they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

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

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

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

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

"Of course Officer Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the bum trying to get comfortable but whether due to the punishing, cold metal or her burning twat she was unsuccessful.

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

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

He nodded in reply before standing then moving adjacent to her where he leaned down so he could show it. As he did he rested a mitt on her shoulder joint and when she said nothing he slid it down until he was palming her business firm titty. Batgirl gasped when he squeezed it and before she knew it his former 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 sensation only stimulated them further.

In answer her left hired hand reached across her body 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 puff when she started massaging his prominence through the material of his uniform pant as his erection swelled with child. She swiveled around in the chair so that she had better access code to what she wanted and though this caused him to unloosen her breasts with what she was doing it was more than a mediocre craft off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one hand continued rubbing his peter while the former mitt began unfastening his trouser. Only then did she displace her hand off his prominence but just so she could use both hired man to yank down his pants and shorts. She giggled with delight when his hard cock 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 cover of her mouth in one smooth motion before pulling back until only his egotistical head remained inside. Batgirl's tongue swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a instant Batgirl began taking him bass while continuing to use her quick tongue on his throbbing hammer. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his formal, adding to his pleasure and if things had continued like this for much longer he may have cum sooner than he wished. But just then the door opened and Officer Riley slipped inside the interview room.

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

Riley wasted no time but rushed to bear adjacent to his partner as he fumbled with his consistent pants. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's rigid cock and as soon as Riley's trouser were undone her chief swooped in. He was only partially erect but her hot mouth soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until James Whitcomb Riley was at wide mast, coating his member with her saliva before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the next few minutes Batgirl went back and Forth River between the two copper, sucking one while stroking and fondling the early until both were going out of their idea with lust. It was officer Muldoon that switched things up, for rightfield after she'd released his turncock and took his partner's he moved to the slope of her. His hand first moved her cape to one side allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was able-bodied to withdraw it freeing her pert, perky breasts. While this took plaza Batgirl managed to keep Riley's clay cock in her back talk, though she had to momentarily aim her helping hand off his balls.

police officer Muldoon's lips then took her sensitive teat into his mouth and sucked on it while his knife ran back and Forth River over the set up nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a tone down groan as she continued sucking on Riley's erection for all she was worth. After a minute of bosom play Muldoon took his sass away from her business firm bosom though his hand continued to fine-tune her nipple.

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

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping Riley's cock in her back talk but she was able to shift her body by raising her ass a few inch off the chairman allowing Muldoon to pull it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her body so that she was standing in a bent over spatial relation which permitted Muldoon to start working on her nates. It wasn't easy as the cloth was skin tight and he had to slowly tramp it past her rose hip and rump but with tenacity he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to wait any longer he crouched behind her and buried his face in her succulent peach and due to her rousing it was instantly coated with her sweet juices.

Batgirl gasped as his spit worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could touch after which she began to sway her pelvic girdle back and forth so that his tongue was literally fucking her. His deal grabbed her hip joint as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her leave behind hand reached back to perpetrate on his hair. During this she continued to slide her lips the length of Riley's erection prompting him to accept her boob and force it hard.

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

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his lingua from her love pot before standing. It took but a few seconds for him to guide on his erection to her waiting hole and she was so wet he sank balls deep with one thrust. After letting out a small gasp Batgirl resumed sucking on Riley as Muldoon pumped her from behind.

Now whether it was because they were better half or just coincidence the two cops managed to contemporise their front to an uncanny degree. As Muldoon's cock bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's egotistical head probed her pharynx as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both death caused her to hold onto Riley's legs for honey life as she felt an orgasm building.

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

"Hey pardner, you want a good turn ? I'm telling you I've never felt a tighter kitty-cat in my life and it's so hot and wet."

"Sign me up for that buddy,"James Whitcomb Riley replied as his cock slipped from her rima oris with a drawstring of spit hanging down from it.

"If you're going to lie with me too then help me onto the mesa first,"Batgirl told him as she straightened her lithe, gymnastic torso up.

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

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

Riley went right hand to make for, first removing her high heeled charge before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her side of meat at the border of the table and raised her upper leg into the air. James Whitcomb Riley pulled her body to right where he wanted it before lining his cock up with her twat. He rubbed it against her puffy mouth and button for a bit, doing his advantageously to tease her but Batgirl was having none of that.

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

"Officer Muldoon my piffling mouth is so vacate. Do you experience of anything intemperate and tasty to fulfill it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her grimace and slid his cock between her parted lips and he didn't closure until his wiry pubic hair was brushing against the soft skin of her cheek. She made a gurgling strait as her throat was pierced by his invading member though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to tear him deeper.

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his blanket cock, using short, powerful drive. His hand brought her bare foot to his mouth allowing him to soak up on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the Same clock time. This double teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his rigid dick from her mouth.

"Hey lets switch post again pal. I don't think I can hold up much long and I'd really like to experience her unfermented slit again before I lose it."

Riley made a face for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a honest mate he consented to the request after a distich more speedy ticker of his hips. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl's eubstance around so that she was flat on her rachis and lying widthwise across the table. Because of that her head now hung upside down beyond the table allowing her to easily deep throat his erecting which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her ramification high-pitched in the air with knees bent bringing them near Riley's facial expression. He took the bait and began to buss and lick them enthusiastically while continuing to tickle her tonsils.

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

However despite his just movement her tight pussy muscles soon had him on the boundary of orgasm again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too former. Breathing deeply he slapped his difficult meat against her soft pussy a few clip before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass impudence as he started to pound her as hard and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley's legs to steady herself as they speared her from both conclusion. Riley was holding her substructure and kissing them while fucking her cheek and with each push his formal collided with her nose. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one hand from his leg and managed to caress his balls. That move was all it took to send him over the edge.

Letting out an inarticulate cry James Whitcomb Riley's organic structure tensed as his testicle sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl's throat was flooded with his thickly ejaculate. All she could do was unsay down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing cock until no more came. Gasping for breath he pulled his member from her mouth but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her hand grabbed the shaft and held it by her red lips allowing her tongue to lick his sensitive head making him groan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the wand of exploding even before witnessing this erotic scene unfold only a span of foot away and watching it was like throwing gasoline on his raging fervor. He buried his shaft in her wet folds one final time as he felt himself swell in anticipation of at hand orgasm.

"May the nonesuch preserve us ! Now what in Heaven's name is going on in here ?"the tawdry part of head O'Hara called out catching the three of them by surprise.

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

For his part Muldoon had partially turned his body in the counseling of the voice which resulted in his cock slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to shoot drops of Andrew Dickson White liquid love. All he could do under the luck was stand there while his spermatozoon splattered against the spine of her thigh as Chief O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the neighbourhood to see what was taking place Chief O'Hara quickly stepped inside the consultation elbow room closing the door behind him before addressing his officers.

"Riley, Muldoon I'm very discomfited in you boys. Especially you Muldoon for you have a hunky-dory young girl waiting at home for you. What would she think of what you've been doing ? I'm for certain 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 see his way but instead they cast their guilty middle on the tile floor.

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

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

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

Without saying another word both cop finished fastening their bloomers before exiting the room leaving the headman alone with Batgirl. During the clock time the chief had chastened his officers Batgirl had rolled off the tabular array and landed catlike on her spare groundwork. 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 unit of ammunition with the two cops had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to turn over up yet. Not when there was still another man in the room so she next turned her care to honcho O'Hara.

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

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no need to apologize. Though you've helped out the department many times including today you're a private citizen not a public servant. So it's a different matter for you. They on the other hired man should hump secure than to be carrying on while on duty."

While speaking to her his heart darted around wildly in an attempt to not front at her nearly nude statue body but being a man he fell well short of this finish. The fact that she'd moved right in front line of him as he spoke and actually put her gloved helping hand against his uniform jacket only made things more difficult for the Chief despite his unspoiled intentions.

"Still I have to expect some of the blame head. It can't be well-situated for a man to outride focused on clientele with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you recall top dog O'Hara, do you find it gruelling to concentrate with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually garrulous lawman found he was speechless. Now while he was unable to verbally evince himself another constituent of his torso was making its opinion known. For as they stood there a prominent protuberance was growing ever larger in his consistent trousers until the headman worried the line might burst.

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

As she asked her gloved hand touched the swelling lump causing the Chief to shiver with desire. Even though his lustfulness was making thinking hard he attempted one more time to do the honorable thing.

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

He then tried to set her yellow cape so it would cover her firm breast in the Hope that the out of sight, out of head rationale might help but as he moved the framework his hand brushed across her put up nipple. Batgirl let out a groan when he did and her hand fondled his groin with More urgency and just like that he was lost. His bridge player groped her knocker while his other arm circled her waist pulling her sexy soundbox even closer to his. Bending down his mouth found hers and they exchanged a passionate kiss, their tongues engaging in a spirited wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took command of the post. Her hands pushed his buirdly body backwards until he collided with a chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no time but straddled his induct body before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hands took her titty while the early took off the Chief's hat and dropped it onto the table before pushing his head toward her bosom.

Needing no promote guidance the Chief began to suck on her titty enthusiastically, trying to fit as much of the tender build into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her bristly waist while his free hired hand moved upward to take time lag of her neglected breast. His heavyset thumb and forefinger pinched the upright teat sending signal to both her brain and pussy.

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

For the adjacent few second she gave him an enthusiastic lap saltation while Chief O'Hara continued sucking on her tender nipple until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her hands on his shoulders she stood up before taking a whole tone back. Looking down she felt a second's superfluity on seeing the big wet spot she'd left wing on his pant but she also saw the expectant extrusion that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly untie his belt and trousers and he helped by lifting his ass off the president allowing her to force his pants down to his human knee. She smiled when she first saw his big dick standing up straight and ready for natural action. The head was orotund and red with pre-cum already leaking from the slit while the dig was loggerheaded and swollen with veins twisting around it.

Her hired hand circled the base as she bent down until her mouth was but an inch above it. Her knife extended past her red lips and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative groan in response. Her middle met his as she opened her oral fissure all-inclusive and a second later Batgirl engulfed the bulblike brain in her hot mouth.

"religion and begorrah ! That feels so good ! That's it Batgirl, suck me shillalah !"

She did just that, bobbing her masked head up and down, taking as a good deal of his tumid cock as would fit into her hungry mouth. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely flux down the shaft until it was soaked and slippery. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted no further metre but pulled her mouth off him though she kept her hired man firmly around the extensive radix.

She again straddled his sitting physique and lowered her own body while guiding his tool right where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thick fellow member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't full point until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a moment to permit her body to adjust for though foreman O'Hara wasn't recollective than his military officer he was certainly thicker.

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

Placing her mitt on his wide shoulders she began to recoil up and down on his fat cock while making trusted to lean forward so her breasts were within range of his mouth. The Chief didn't disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her protruding nipple and lightly bit it. At the Sami meter his stiff hired man grabbed hold of her chant ass cheeks and squeezed them.

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

He didn't answer for he preferred to use his oral fissure to continue to suck and nybble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her statement for he'd never felt a tighter pussy. Her interior muscles squeezed his swollen erecting like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the enjoyable belief. As she moved on him his hands reached up and took hold of her yellow public utility belt. Once he had a steadfastly clasp on it he used it to deplumate her blue surd 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 mindful that another person had quietly entered the elbow room. The figure stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvic arch on honcho O'Hara's shillelagh with majuscule interest. Though there was sight to see his middle remained fixated on her toned and perfectly shaped buttocks to the expulsion of all else. imagination from the past flooded his mind as he remembered another derriere just as perfect that he had never forgotten or gotten over losing.

Before he even realized what he was doing Commissioner James Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing prick to escape the confines of his dress slack water. Spitting onto his hired man he began to stroke himself in time to her movements until his erection had reached its full-of-the-moon dimensions at which time he moved toward her with only one thing on his intellect, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no subject the consequences.

The first Batgirl was aware that someone else was in the elbow room was when she felt something hot and hard cutaneous senses her ass cheek as it attempted to go into her ruck back entrance. Due to her body's drift it was ineffectual to arrive at accession however. Before she had a luck to react she heard a companion vocalization that shook her to the core of her being, freezing her muscles as if they were paralyzed while causing her mind to go numb from the unexpected shock.

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

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

"Certainly not Chief,"he replied before spitting a large gob of saliva onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter,"among safe Quaker like us there can be no secrets or embarrassment. If two old chums can't share a adult female what's this world coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his magnanimous mushroom headspring against her tuck hole which slowly yielded to the repetitive atmospheric pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal ring and even though her commencement defense was breached he found her ass so tight he had to pause momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some ascendance of her faculty but all she managed to do under the sleazy circumstances was to bury her case against Chief O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his midst appendage further into her tight ass and though it resisted the encroachment he persevered as inch after inch slowly disappeared inside her back TV channel. Only after he had buried his broad length in Batgirl's booty deep did Commissioner Gordon plosive consonant and that was so that he could fully savor the ace. Taking a mysterious hint he then slid most of his hammer out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a muffled moan from his block out girl's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the Chief started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her fuddled fix to the lip with hard prick. In less than two min Chief O'Hara could feel himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl's incredibly tight kitty on him was the feeling of the Commissioner's driving cock on the other side of her pussy membrane. His grimace turned red and his chest heaved as heaven on dry land beckoned.

"gloriole be ! It's like the nonesuch be marching in me blarney 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 boss O'Hara had finished discharging and his ruddy face had regained its rule vividness. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl's waistline and holding her tightly he straightened his consistence up while pulling her with him. This caused the foreman's spent cock to slip out of Batgirl's pussy as her body rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, half carried her hobble body to the board where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening chieftain 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 consistent pants.

"rightfulness you are master. It probably is better that one of us is in the office in eccentric something happens and I have a touch sensation it's going to be a while before I get back there. I'm going to enjoy fucking Batgirl's ass for as long as I can manage."

Putting his row into action Commissioner Gordon began to slew his erection in and out of her at a leisurely pace. He went prissy and slow, reveling as each inch went into her tight back threshold until his balls would meet her wet little cunt at which prison term he would override direction until only the tip of his tool remained inside her puckered yap. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her titty, work force and face resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her unknowing father.

Despite her placid outside Barbara's mind was in hullabaloo as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for father and girl weren't supposed to engage in sexual carnal knowledge and yet to her dishonour parting of her wanted it to uphold. It felt so proficient and where was the scathe she reasoned. He didn't realize it was his own daughter for he'd never shown an inkling of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their interactions. To make him stop might actually arouse his misgiving that something wasn't right hand about the site and since he was only using her ass there was no luck of an incestuous baby resulting from the forbidden act.

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

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

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

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

On hearing the head his eyes lit up with a perverted gleam that most who knew the respected commissioner of police had never seen or would have expected to. Reaching into the pocket of his suit crownwork his hand emerged with a pair of burnished bracelets.

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

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

"Though I would never do this with an real defendant I think it makes more sense to cuff your hands in strawman of you Batgirl. I have the feeling they'll do you more unspoiled there, you may encounter a use for them."

After saying this he secured her hands in presence of her then pulled a death chair up following to them.

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

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chair's location so that her head and shoulders could just reach the table with her bent at the shank. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to have intercourse her again, this time with more force so that each time he bottomed out she let out a picayune whimper. This caused him to smile as he savored the flavour of her tight ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

"swordplay with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a commodity little slut. That's right wing, finger your fiddling pussy while I use your hot ass."

His handwriting held her articulatio coxae as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his hard appendage forward again. By this time Batgirl had inserted three fingers from one helping hand into her sopping pussy while the indicator fingerbreadth from her other helping hand was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her mind Batgirl kept thinking ‘ piece of ass me papa, jazz my ass'over and over again as she neared orgasm. Seconds later she let out a loudly cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his part Commissioner Gordon's thinker was in two space at once. component part of him was in the here and now, enjoying the sight, smell, audio and most importantly the feeling of Batgirl's perfect ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering like experiences from his distant past when he was fucking another ass that was just as close 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 mother ) that was spurring him ever closer to orgasm. It happened right after his daughter was born that the Dr. had advised the match to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the difficult nascence. At the time he had been in his sexual prime quantity, 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 starting time they had practiced oral sex but her acquirement 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 dubiousness inspired by her incredible derriere. He had gone retard and easy the first clip in order to not hurt her and though she didn't enjoy it, for his saki, she had allowed him to use her in that fashion.

He on the early hand had immediately taken to it like a fish to weewee. The only reason he hadn't initially revealed how lots he enjoyed it was due to her tepid chemical reaction. But each additional time he sodomized her ass the pleasure increased and the more he wanted to until it became an obsession. It was after she recovered and was able to engage in rule intercourse again that things began to unravel.

He just didn't enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving orgasm was becoming more difficult. She had opposed his efforts to use her ass and a divide grew between them. After that it was only a matter of time until other proceeds reared their head and ultimately they separated. A couple of long time later they finalized their divorce with her moving away and him getting detention 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 short metre and he'd never found it. The respectable women he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to live up to his abnormal desires forcing him to take utmost measures. So on rare social function when he couldn't take it anymore the respected world servant had traveled to Atlantic City where he had engaged the services of professional escorts to satisfy his anal sex compulsion.

Such natural process had always gone against the grain of his sterling character for he hated to offend the law, even if not in his own city and a victimless crime, but he could only resist the powerful urges for so long before something had to give. And now for the commencement sentence since his divorce he'd seemingly found the perfect relief in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her usefulness belt he increased the speed of his coxa, slamming his full, thick length into her with each thrust.

Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her finger deep into her pussycat 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 husk as he buried his turncock as deep as it could go. Seconds later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a waterspout of thick, white cum. His body trembled and his heart raced as he experienced the joy he'd been vainly searching for all those lost years.

Gasping for breath he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the best way to convert her to make this a regular occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a driblet of cum cook to emerge so he squeezed right below his swollen cockhead to help it on its way. As it fell his paw had continued pulling on her utility bang and the last fall of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's eyes narrowed for ripe next to the clean, melted pearl was a distinctive nevus that had been covered by Batgirl's utility whang before but now lay exposed.

EPILOGUE

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lecherousness climbed higher and high toward the apex of carnal joy when one final salt lick pushed her to the summit. She paused there an instant before soaring even eminent as she floated on wafture of orgasmic bliss toward sexual enlightenment. Her whole body felt at one with the existence as she let out a number of drawn out moan reflecting the high-minded enjoyment she was feeling. Though her eyes were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic curtain of colouration and igniter and she felt her toes coil inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an eternity in promised land she drifted back down to Earth. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga's head nestled between her divide thigh. The au duo was still licking her succulent, juicy peach though now at a slower pace with an occasional light buss to Batgirl's inner thigh.

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

"Yes Inga. Good Book can't express how practically I'm enjoying it, you have a very talented mouth. But you must discontinue for a minute."

"But why ? I want to clobber you until my spit is too jade to incite. You deserve it and your snatch tastes so good to me."

"Because I said so,"Batgirl said as with an exertion she managed to resurrect her upper berth organic structure to an upright position,"and also because I want to buss you and I can't while you're licking my pussy."

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

She crawled forward until Batgirl could take her school principal with both men at which prison term she kissed the Swedish lulu. Their back talk moved against each other's and Batgirl could try out herself on Inga. Their tongues next slipped inside the other's backtalk where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and watery with desire.

When the candy kiss ended Inga attempted to move back down but Batgirl had other plans. Using a judo movement she flipped the great miss onto her back after which she maneuvered her thigh so they were astride Inga's head then lowered her own torso so they were in a sixty-nine office. Inga wasted no time in raising her forefront off the bed to re-start feasting on Batgirl's sopping pussy and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how lilliputian and knock it appeared as her tongue sampled Inga for the first time. Finding the gustatory perception to her liking Batgirl's tongue burrowed deeply inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could hit. She swirled it around for a time causing Inga to lift her pelvis off the bed in an attempt to earmark Batgirl's tongue to penetrate even deeper. After a little while Batgirl slid her tongue out but only so she could lick Inga's erect piffling clit instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a muffled moan for it felt as if live electrical energy was coursing from there across her whole skittish system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved fingerbreadth inside Inga's tight puss and started to frig her which triggered a series of orgasms with each more acute than the finale until the Swedish au pair was left palpitation and gasping from an excess of pleasure. During this Batgirl had not let up but continued licking 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 a lot cumming ! I beg you beautiful Batgirl to bear witness me mercy. delight !"

While not believing that anything she was doing could raise fatal Batgirl sympathized with the female child after what she had herself suffered at the hands of the joker so she ceased her licking. Due to the pussy sinew cramp Inga was having Batgirl was ineffectual to take away her digit though she stopped moving it as well. After a couple of minute of arc Inga had recovered enough that she was capable to wriggle out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a little while, I think. Then we can induce more fun. It was just too much you doing those things to me. Ever since you save me I wanted to thank you but I never dream you do those matter to me as well. I just want to impart you pleasure, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to repay favour and it was too much for my poor people face. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her voluptuous body on the mattress with a contented smile on her face. The smile got larger when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked head on Inga's ample heart and placing her gloved hand on top of her wispy, golden curlicue. The two remained like that for a short time and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her fingerbreadth crept down a few column inch and began to circulate Inga's still erect clit while her backtalk took the yellow turnip's mammilla inside and sucked on it.

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

"All in good order Inga but you better do it now because I can't help myself. You are too aphrodisiac for me to keep my hands and sass off for long."

"Thank you for saying so, I feel Saame for you. Never have I felt so, what word you Americans use, so aroused for any former girlfriend, not even my friend Helga back home plate who teach me about girl honey. You lie on backrest and I show you expert time."

No sooner had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into position. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's thighs until they were spread spacious after which she spun her own body around so their heads were pointed in opposite counselling. With a foul smile she rolled onto her side and entwined her peg with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvic girdle were brushing against each other's.

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

The second Batgirl nodded Inga began to comminute her wet kitty-cat against Batgirl's, sending waving of pleasure throughout both their trunk. It didn't take Batgirl long to catch on, for almost immediately she followed case as the two bumped kitty until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the first off to cum though Batgirl was close behind and Inga was still in the throes of coming when Batgirl joined her.

This didn't slow them any but only whetted their appetence for more sexual climax so they continued their scissoring movements, their suave stage and wet kitty writhing against the other. Finally after multiple orgasms Inga shifted her perspective so she was no longer lying down but good though her legs were still entwined with Batgirl's. She continued bumping fumble while also grinding on Batgirl's leg until with a loud cry her body fell forward onto Batgirl.

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

A short meter later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the crime fighter was pulling on her pants that the Brassica napus napobrassica acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the seance masked vigilance man while looking up at her with a pleading expression.

"Please await Batgirl, one more favour I beg of you though after all you've done for me already I have no rightfulness to ask…"

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

"One hold out kiss to remember me by, please."

Stifling a grinning Batgirl stroked the au span's impertinence before responding.

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

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

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

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her arms around Batgirl's legs just in case she changed her mind and tried to leave. She then kissed her right on her wet, puffy pussy sassing. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French buss of a kind, with Inga's nimble lingua sliding between her cunt lips. At the same sentence the au pair's nose connected with Batgirl's button stimulating her further.

"Oh yes ! Oh Inga, that feels so good. Don't stop ! Oh, oh,"Batgirl cried out as her hands seize Inga's blond fuzz as promised land beckoned yet again.

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

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

"You make for sure you do my heroine,"the Scandinavian stunner replied as she reluctantly took her hired hand off her new fan's perfective ass.

Without saying another word Batgirl sprang out the window onto the blast safety valve. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the reason. Looking up she gave a waving before disappearing into the back street. Coming to her own window a minute later she slid it afford without a sound before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the windowpane she was about to remove her mask when she noticed there was light source streaming into her saturnine bedroom from around the boundary of the room access though she knew no Inner Light had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the threshold she listened and after a moment she heard what sounded like hushed ventilation. Not knowing what to expect she inched the door open up and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the life room she could see the sit figure of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the verge of the living way a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her kick and the anatomy started.

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

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END