The Joke's On Batgirl
( The subsequence to The Joker's On Batgirl )
By rutger5 right of first publication 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the enceinte bag with one final hustle of punches but like all premature efforts it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her eyebrow then tossed it into the lousy bin before heading for the gym issue. If anything the humid, summertime air felt even stickier against her Mexican onyx skin than the steamy gym inside had but it didn't cause Barbara to change her plans.

After a quick stretch of her toned quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five statute mile and 30 five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her flat edifice. A short while later after showering Barbara ate her solitary dinner party then settled onto the couch with a book. Despite her intimately efforts to scan she soon found her judgment drifting to former grievous subjects.

Two separate thoughts occupied her intelligent mind to the censure of all else. The first was whether she could ever assume the mantlepiece of Batgirl again. For ever since that fateful night when the jokester and his bunch had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was uncertain what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal conviction from the metropolis she had risked spirit and branch for numerous times fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally strong enough to continue being a masked criminal offence attack aircraft.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a deep aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was confined her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and zilch seemed to help oneself. Cumming only made it worse and she'd been forced to carry spare yoke of sensible, white cotton panties with her at all times so she could modify when they became soused from her copious and tasty juices.

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

It had received legion workouts in the unawares time she'd owned it and while it helped to fulfil a vacuum it wasn't the same as a warm, human eubstance. What was worse was that each orgasm it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd suit an unruly nymphomaniac and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to turn back the clock. She would drift off into an awkward sleep after hours of masturbation, her dildo slick with her own succus lying beside her, only to waken the next good morning as horny as ever. She had begun to get wickedness band under her eyes from deficiency of sleep and it was only her science with war paint that prevented others from noticing.

Making matters worse was that areas in her life that would have comforted her in the past or been a piazza of refuge no longer were. Due to the fortune of what had happened Barbara had avoided her father, at to the lowest degree in the flesh, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how interfering and tiring study had been lately as an exculpation and he hadn't pressed the issue.

Part of that was because he'd been wracked by guilty conscience and intuitive feeling distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the custody ( and assorted other body parts ) of the Joker and his gang. Since he'd been the one to evidence her of the Joker's escape 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 instruction in support of Batgirl in the aftermath, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the right thing and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way responsible. All his remaining vim had been directed at trying to chase after down the jokester though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the face of the earth and there wasn't even a rumor of his location in Gotham's underworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no consolation at work for like well-nigh places in Gotham urban center the Batgirl video was the independent theme of conversation with about librarians weighing in ( in hushed whole step, of path ) on the controversial and salacious bailiwick. The most hateful comment came from Miss Peychaud, a prune faced, bitter spinster of the old schooltime whose slap-up pleasures in lifespan 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 person population.

"Why she's cypher but a common tart and libertine,"she hissed to Mrs. John Luther Jones, an owlish and genial fellow librarian, as the char took their rupture inside the stave lounge one fine summer afternoon.

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

"Oh please, give up me. Even before her sleazy conduct was exposed for all to see it was plain to me that she had the moral of an skittle alley cat in passion. I mean have you seen the getup that she prances around in ? It's so skintight that it's a wonderment she can breathe at all and I have no dubiousness that if one were to look closely one could see every detail of her mons venus despite it being technically covered."

"wellspring I admit her costume isn't loose appointment but she also has the figure to pull it off. virtually of us would look dopy or worse if we were to try to curry that way. Still no matter what she wears she's done a lot of good thing. 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 exaggerations to trade papers and more belike outright lie. If you dig cryptic you'd probably come up that she traded sexual party favor with these newsman in order for them to write such codswallop so she could get famous. No, mark my words, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving picture is the real Batgirl - a deviant tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into clenched fist as her wrath grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old womanhood for after Barbara had been appointed heading bibliothec Miss Peychaud had told anyone that would mind that Miss Gordon was far too young and inexperienced for such a responsibility but it must be decent to have acquaintance in high places. Barbara tried to remain calm but as all the bile streamed out of Miss Peychaud's mouth she finally reached her breaking compass point. Just as she began to stand with the intention of giving the malicious viper a small-arm of her thinker another librarian volley into the elbow room gasping for breath.

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

"Yes Enid, what's the subject ?"Barbara asked, forgetting about everything else when she saw the worry etched on the Junior librarian's face.

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

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

"Oh yes missy Gordon, I'm sorry I get so delirious. But when I became a librarian I didn't realize I'd be dealing with state of affairs like this. I thought delinquent library books would be the forged affair I'd have to deal with."

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

"So like I was saying Miss Gordon there's a man using a computer, but I think he's homeless person because his wearing apparel 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 patron complained about that. So I went over there to investigate, and missy Gordon he's watching porno on the library reckoner with the intensity turned up all the way."

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

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

"Yes I'm sure."

With a determined expression in her eye Barbara walked into the computer elbow room while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs Daniel Jones watched from the door. Barbara could learn the tinny sound of a adult female moaning before she saw the man and truth be told her raw olfactory organ smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a Recent epoch lawsuit filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham City crook Liberties Union ) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching smut in the program library weren't grounds enough for remotion. Still she had to at least try to get him to modify his behaviour for the good of the other subroutine library exploiter.

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

At the phone of her representative the man swiveled in his chair and faced her and it was clear from his visual aspect that he and bathing were unknown. He was probably midway aged but he was so ill-gotten and unkempt that it was severe to tell for sure. The man was on the compact side with longish, oily whisker and an unshaven look while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for amber. On seeing the imagination of feminine loveliness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

"Hey child, 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 smutty trousers.

Her retort died on her lip as her eye took in the woman on screen who was the recipient of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her yearning body as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple hard cocks filling every golf hole. For a moment 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 information processing system screen door and the man's bulging inguen,"was that you could show up some consideration for your fellow subroutine library patron. Could you perhaps turn the intensity down or use the provided phone so as not to raise up others ?"

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

"Yes, your right field,"Barbara replied, her nose wrinkling in disgust from the flavor of decaying teeth intermingled with loud gin."So you won't reconsider then ?"

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

Without saying another tidings Barbara turned on her hound and withdraw and as she did she could feel his centre staring at her toned legs and butt the whole time. She didn't intermission but strode past the former bibliothec and continued to the front desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the telephone she dialed as the other librarians clucked like a flock of hens.

"Yes, Gotham urban center law department. I'm calling from the main offshoot of the Gotham metropolis library where we're having a bit of a problem with someone. Could you please broadcast a patrol car here as soon as possible ? Thank you so much,"she said before hanging up.

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

"wellspring young woman Peychaud while I'm so pleased to have your favorable reception I've used no connections. I didn't mention my epithet or my beginner nor do I design to. The fact is though this person may catch whatever material he wants on the figurer there are other component which I'll gunpoint out to the police when they arrive which should take care of this problem, at to the lowest degree for today."

True to her word Barbara spoke to the responding policeman and accompanied them to the information processing system way. When the man saw them he immediately began to dissent loudly about his right field when the older of the two officers cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be capable to convert some bleeding essence judge but I don't caution. At the to the lowest degree I can charge you with drunkard and disorderly and throw away you in the tank until you're sober. And if you give me a hard time then I'll charge you with lewd and lewd conduct and who is the judge going to believe - a opus of human refuse like you or a sweetly untried char like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and will not only this library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just block you have rightfield. Now move !"

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

Sighing in relief she thought they'd indigence to give birth the janitor disinfect the professorship before it could be used again. She following turned her tending to the computer with the purpose of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself unable to. Barbara did bring off to tone down the volume but for the next five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving group of ‘ actors'double penetrated the young 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 Monitor she headed to her office where she took the forethought of locking the door before pulling up her skirt and sitting with wooden leg spread wide. Since her dildo was back at home Barbara had to improvise with what was available. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the conjuration. It was a memento from when she had attended a librarian formula in the nation's capital and was shaped like the Washington Monument.

Barbara's agile pink tongue first licked the glass paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her scanty to the side exposing her juicy pussy. Carefully she inserted it between her pink scurvy sass and as it slid inside it made a spongy sound. Barbara was so aroused already that this was sufficiency to trigger an orgasm though she was far from satiated. She waited until her kitty spasm 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 trope she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her achieve another sexual climax within a few instant it wasn't enough. Using her complimentary deal she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could pluck her erect nipple while continuing to fuck herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

shutting her eyes she allowed her vivid imaging to get hold of over and if her fellow librarians had known what perverted persuasion she was imagining they would have been dumbfounded. For in her mind she replayed what had just transpired in the computer room with a far unlike resultant. At the point where she had turned to will Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waist and pushing her low face first onto the table. His smutty hand pulled up her chick and yanked down her pantie and seconds later he rammed his difficult cock into her.

In her fantasy he was relentless, pounding her tight pinkness hard and fast while yanking back on her hair until her neck musculus were taut. His other hand pinched and slapped her business firm backside as he continued thrusting chunk deep making her cry out with pleasure.

"Yes, give it to me ! Please don't point !"Barbara gasped as her own hands drove her penny-pinching and closer until she let out a low, pharyngeal moan as she came like gangbusters.

It took a few minutes for her to convalesce her equilibrium after her massive orgasm at which point her handwriting released her tender bosom and she slid the deoxyephedrine paperweight from her run sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop of her ambrosia before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

Standing on wobbly pegleg Barbara fixed her clothing before opening a windowpane to air out her power for the heady perfume of female lust was overpowering. After that she returned to act and was able-bodied to make it through the ease of the day without losing control again.

Though still undecided on whether she would ever become Batgirl again, Barbara had retrieved her mutilated costume from her rented garage and set about mending it. Perhaps inspired by her now increased libido she did pee some alterations to it however. Where previously it had been a one slice skintight jump suit, with a zipper in the spinal column, she turned it into two opus.

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

As for the exulting return of Batgirl it was circumstances that decided things for Barbara or at to the lowest degree hastened them along. It occurred the Sat three weeks after the turkey incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment construction after a yearn run. She had been exercising Thomas More and more in the hope that tiring herself out might decrease or at least blunt her sex cause with footling results to depict for it. Despite her running a farseeing distance than normal she felt hornier than ever with her pussy wetter than the rest of her perspiration soaked trunk. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to encircle the city block as a cool down.

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

Still even after returning to her apartment it troubled her that he was about her neighborhood. At the least he was a bibulous pain and she suspected if given half a hazard he might do some real mischief. Because of that Barbara decided to forgo putting on the air conditioning despite the summertime warmth and instead opened her windows before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just coincidence Barbara soon heard a whirl as she drank down the thick drinkable. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the familiar bum gesticulating wildly while making crude oil and raunchy comments. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a woman by what he was saying. Under normal circumstances she probably would accept 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 frustration from the past tense few workweek's events but Barbara had reached her breaking point. Sprinting to her bedroom she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in record time. No sooner had she slipped the wig and mask on her forefront then she was slithering out her bedroom window, fastening the cape once she reached the alley.

While her bedroom 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 corner of the building where she saw that he had managed to tree a Loretta Young woman pushing a stroller. Barbara recognized her as an au pair from Kingdom of Sweden who was working the summer for a couple who also lived in her building.

The girl must induce been cutting through the bowling alley on her return when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. a good deal as in the subroutine library he was fondling his crotch while she appeared icy with fearfulness and unable to act. There is no telling what would have happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that second he seized the wrist of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. charwoman while brandishing a boxcutter in the former hand. He dragged her away from the perambulator and toward the dumpster.

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

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

He whirled around and saw her standing five foot away with her gloved hands on her rosehip, her full, red sassing curled in a one-half smile.

"Batgirl ! Didn't the jokester 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 fork."After seeing your video I'm guessing it's gon na be my hard cock."

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

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

The next thing Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au pair was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a minute Batgirl couldn't move as the niggardliness of the Scandinavian overwhelmed her sensation. The young woman smelled like summer strawberry and furious prime and her easygoing, epicurean torso felt like heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the charm she was under sufficiency to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the young charwoman answered as she reluctantly released her Jesus Christ though she remained so close that Batgirl could still feel her warm hint on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a phone with you could you call the police ?"Batgirl asked though she was unable to look into the vernal woman's ice amobarbital sodium eyes as she did so, afraid the au pair would be capable to see the lustful thinking she was thinking about her.

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

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

He was still witting though very stuporous and it took but a bit for Batgirl to roll him onto his stomach and assure his hands with a ziptie she removed from a pouch on her utility bash. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making certain her young charge was okay. The toddler had managed to sleep through all the turmoil and had a passive smile on his cherubic face. After satisfying herself that he was fine Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

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

Batgirl swallowed heavily for though she could feel Inga's meat pounding like a air hammer she also felt the heat from her full, shapely breast even through her baseball mitt. Once Batgirl's hand was pressed to her handsome bosom Inga sighed and closed her eyes while holding it in seat until Batgirl felt her own heart 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 reward I need,"Batgirl replied, her sassing suddenly dry.

"You so sweet 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 dispirited lip sensuously.

Batgirl was spared having to answer for right hand at that moment a constabulary car screeched to a halt at the mouth of the alley. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl's handwriting 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 reason,"he grab me and going to try to do bad things to me when she come from nowhere and write me."

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

"Yes ship's 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 intention so I intervened. The tongue is right over there,"Batgirl said while pointing out the location of the boxcutter.

"Riley,"the 1st policeman barked out,"get that in an evidence bag and realise trusted not to pollute it. By the way Batgirl I'm happy to see you're still in the fighting after everything that's happened."

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

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

As ship's officer Muldoon took down Inga's assertion his partner was dragging the assailant up to his substructure and moving him to the police car. By the meter he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a small crowd of onlooker had gathered and even big was that there were many the great unwashed watching from Windows in the surrounding buildings. How on earth would she be able to get back to her own flat undetected with all these observers she wondered.

"All right Miss Oleson I believe we have enough to go on for now. We'll be in tinct with you as the grammatical case yield. punter get the little feller back home."

"O.K., thank you. I will Officer."

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

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

The crowd had burst into sunshine at the footling show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the pusher toward the entrance of the edifice. Batgirl on the other hired hand stood there with her face as red as a beet and she didn't know what her adjacent move should be when she realized an officeholder was speaking to her.

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

Seeing an out to run the billet about returning house Batgirl nodded in agreement to the proffer. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

"Since that dirtbag is in the backrest seat why don't you ride in the social movement with us. It might be a short crowded but dependable than being with the trash."

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the seat with military officer Muldoon following and while it was a snug fit it was certainly better than the alternate. Officer James Whitcomb Riley was using the law radio set to report they were on their way back with a defendant and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the front of the patrol car gave Batgirl a look of nostalgia from when she was a girlfriend and rode on occasion with her father and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying close care so when Officer Riley had to give up short-change due to a dealings Light Within changing she was caught off sentry go. police officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his leftover paw shot out to steady himself and hurt 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 handwriting remained on her thigh.

Well to be Thomas More accurate his hand did move but it began creeping mellow up her leg while stroking it softly. Initially Batgirl felt unsure of what to say or do about this. On one handwriting he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an knowledgeable style and to make thing worse he had a gold wedding banding on his finger so he must be married. But on the former hired man she was very aroused and his manus felt so well as it climbed higher.

making her decision she spread her thighs wider allowing his hand access to her covered cumulus. When the car stopped at the side by side red light ship's officer James Whitcomb Riley's hand began to caress her other leg as police officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her thigh. During all this no one spoke and Batgirl focused her eyes straight ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary was taking place. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing orgasm they reached their terminus first and both men took their work force away leaving her highschool though not dry. After first removing the captive they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

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

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

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

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

"Of row Officer Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the seat trying to get comfortable but whether due to the hard, frigidity metal or her burning pussy she was unsuccessful.

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

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

He nodded in reply before standing then moving following to her where he leaned down so he could read it. As he did he rested a hired hand on her shoulder joint and when she said nothing he slid it down until he was palming her firm bosom. Batgirl gasped when he squeezed it and before she knew it his other hand was squeezing the other one. Even before he'd touched her breasts her nipples were hard from the air conditioning and his warm contact only stimulated them further.

In response her unexpended hand reached across her body until it came into contact lens with police officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his tour to gasp when she started massaging his protrusion through the material of his undifferentiated knickers as his hard-on swelled larger. She swiveled around in the chairman so that she had better access to what she wanted and though this caused him to release her white meat with what she was doing it was more than a bonny patronage off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one mitt continued rubbing his cock while the early hand began unfastening his pant. Only then did she motivate her hand off his gibbousness but just so she could use both work force to yank down his pants and boxershorts. She giggled with delight when his heavily 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 backrest of her back talk in one smooth motion before pulling back until only his vain drumhead remained inside. Batgirl's knife swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a minute Batgirl began taking him deep while continuing to use her nimble glossa on his throbbing stopcock. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his balls, adding to his delight and if things had continued like this for much longer he may possess cum earlier than he wished. But just then the threshold opened and Officer Riley slipped inside the interview room.

"What took you so long ? I've been waiting,"Batgirl told him after number 1 pulling her lip off his partner's erection."Get over here and let me see if your prick is as tasty as his is."

James Whitcomb Riley wasted no time but rushed to support adjacent to his cooperator as he fumbled with his uniform drawers. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's rigid peter and as soon as James Whitcomb Riley's knickers were sunk her head swooped in. He was only partially erect but her hot lip soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until Riley was at wide mast, coating his appendage with her spittle before switching her aid back to Muldoon.

For the following few minutes Batgirl went back and Forth between the two cops, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their thinker with lust. It was Officer Muldoon that switched things up, for right after she'd released his cock and took his partner's he moved to the position of her. His hand first moved her cape to one side allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her assent he was capable to absent it freeing her pert, buoyant breasts. While this took place Batgirl managed to retain Riley's stiff cock in her lip, though she had to momentarily need her deal off his balls.

Officer Muldoon's rim then took her sensitive nipple into his mouth and sucked on it while his spit ran back and Forth River over the upright nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a damp moan as she continued sucking on Riley's erection for all she was Worth. After a minute of white meat play Muldoon took his mouth away from her firm breast though his bridge player continued to tweak her nipple.

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

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping Riley's cock in her mouth but she was able to change over her physical structure by raising her ass a few inch off the professorship allowing Muldoon to pull it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her consistence so that she was standing in a set over position which permitted Muldoon to commence working on her rear end. It wasn't easy as the material was skin tight and he had to slowly roll it past her rose hip and tail but with perseverance he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to wait any foresightful he crouched behind her and buried his typeface in her lush peach and due to her stimulation it was instantly coated with her angelic juices.

Batgirl gasped as his clapper worked its way into her tunnel 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 hands grabbed her hips as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her left hand reached back to pull in on his whisker. During this she continued to slide her lips the duration of Riley's erection prompting him to bring her titty and squeeze it hard.

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

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his tongue from her love pot before standing. It took but a few second base for him to guide his erecting to her waiting mess and she was so wet he sank ballock deep with one thrust. After letting out a piddling pant Batgirl resumed sucking on James Whitcomb 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 campaign to an uncanny grade. As Muldoon's stopcock bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's swell question probed her throat as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both close caused her to hold onto Riley's legs for dear lifespan 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 shaft. 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 draw out the pleasance so after one more than knife thrust he pulled out of her tight, clenching pussy.

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

"Sign me up for that buddy,"Riley replied as his stopcock slipped from her mouth with a string of spittle hanging down from it.

"If you're going to make love me too then help me onto the board first,"Batgirl told him as she straightened her lithe, gymnastic consistency up.

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

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

James Whitcomb Riley went mightily to work, first removing her high heeled the boot 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 speed leg into the air. James Whitcomb Riley pulled her body to right where he wanted it before lining his cock up with her pussy. He rubbed it against her puffy lips and clit for a bit, doing his trump to tease her but Batgirl was having none of that.

Her gloved bridge player reached down and wrapped around the shaft just below the head and brought it to her opening before guiding it inside her lips. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her twat he surrendered to it and slue deep inside her wet folds. 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 little mouth is so empty. Do you have it away of anything intemperately and tasty to fulfill it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her look and slid his shaft between her parted lip and he didn't stop until his wiry pubic hair was brushing against the soft skin of her brass. She made a gurgling sound as her pharynx was pierced by his invade penis though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to extract him deeper.

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his across-the-board cock, using scant, sinewy thrust. His hand brought her bare foot to his sassing allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the Saame metre. This treble teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his rigid cock from her mouth.

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

Riley made a cheek for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a good spouse he consented to the asking after a yoke more rapid heart of his pelvic girdle. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl's consistency around so that she was flat on her cover and lying widthwise across the table. Because of that her head now hung upside down beyond the board allowing her to easily deep throat his erection which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her legs high in the air with stifle bent grass bringing them near Riley's face. He took the decoy and began to kiss and lick them enthusiastically while continuing to tickle her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to last as long as potential didn't penetrate her pussy at first off but instead slid his shaft along her wet wrinkle. While this felt good to them both, especially to Batgirl each time his helmet mind collided with her clit, it also allowed him some meter to steady down down a bit. Even when he did enter inside her Bill Gates of Paradise he went irksome than he desired in order to protract his pleasure.

However despite his best efforts her mean kitty sinew soon had him on the edge of sexual climax again, forcing him to pull in out of her before it was too former. Breathing deeply he slapped his intemperate meat against her flabby pussy a few multiplication before again jamming it back inside her. His bridge player grabbed her ass nerve as he started to pound her as backbreaking and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto James Whitcomb Riley's legs to stabilize herself as they speared her from both ends. James Whitcomb Riley was holding her metrical foot and kissing them while fucking her nerve and with each thrust his ballock collided with her nose. Sensing he was close up Batgirl moved one handwriting from his leg and managed to fondle his balls. That move was all it took to send him over the edge.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's trunk tensed as his ball sac tightened and a few sec later Batgirl's throat was flooded with his buddy-buddy seminal fluid. All she could do was accept down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing cock until no more came. Gasping for breathing time he pulled his penis from her mouth but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her hand grabbed the shaft and held it by her red sass allowing her tongue to drub his sensitive head making him groan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the verge of exploding even before witnessing this erotic scene unfold only a couplet of feet away and watching it was like throwing gasoline on his raging fire. He buried his shaft in her wet folds one final time as he felt himself swell in expectancy of close at hand sexual climax.

"May the paragon preserve us ! Now what in Eden's name is going on in here ?"the gaudy voice of Chief O'Hara called out catching the three of them by surprise.

Riley whose body had been facing in the direction of the door had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent cock and was incognizant that the threshold had even opened. On hearing the honcho he'd first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to pull in his uniform trousers up to underwrite his endanger member.

For his part Muldoon had partially turned his dead body in the direction of the voice which resulted in his putz slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to scud drop cloth of lily-white liquid passion. All he could do under the luck was stand there while his sperm splattered against the backrest of her second joint as gaffer O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the neck of the woods to see what was taking piazza tribal chief O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview elbow room closing the door behind him before addressing his officers.

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

Neither man could reply to his comment for both were too embarrassed to even look his way but instead they cast their hangdog center on the tile floor.

"Now have you even interviewed the suspect yet ?"the Chief asked with a nates expression on his all-encompassing face.

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

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

Without saying another Logos both cops finished fastening their pant before exiting the room leaving the boss alone with Batgirl. During the meter the Chief had chastened his officers Batgirl had rolled off the table and landed catlike on her bare infantry. As she silently stood there she could sense Muldoon's cum sliding down her leg yet even under the unusual circumstances she still wasn't satisfied and craved more. Her hope of an additional round with the two cops had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to give up yet. Not when there was still another man in the way so she next turned her attention to Chief O'Hara.

"I want to justify to you chief for putting you in such a unmanageable location. I don't know what I was thinking in going along with their suggestion,"she said batting her lash at him while moving faithful to the big Irish Gaelic cop.

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

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

"Still I have to bear some of the blame headman. It can't be tardily for a man to continue focused on business with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you recall tribal chief O'Hara, do you find it hard to center with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually chatty lawman found he was speechless. Now while he was unable to verbally carry himself another division of his body was making its opinion known. For as they stood there a salient protuberance was growing ever larger in his uniform trouser until the Chief worried the crinkle might burst.

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

As she asked her gloved hired man touched the swelling lump causing the chief to thrill with desire. Even though his lust was making thinking hard he attempted one more than time to do the honorable thing.

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

He then tried to adjust her yellow-bellied cape so it would overlay her firm breasts in the Bob Hope that the out of sight, out of judgement principle might help but as he moved the fabric his hand brushed across her erect mamilla. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her hand fondled his breakwater with more urging 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 mouth found hers and they exchanged a passionate buss, their natural language engaging in a spirited wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took statement of the situation. Her hands pushed his burly body backwards until he collided with a chairman before collapsing onto it. She wasted no time but straddled his seated consistence before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hired hand took her chest while the former took off the Chief's hat and dropped it onto the tabular array before pushing his top dog toward her bosom.

Needing no further counselling the gaffer began to suckle on her white meat enthusiastically, trying to fit as much of the bid flesh into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her prickly waist while his release bridge player moved upward to take hold of her neglected breast. His compact thumb and forefinger pinched the tumid nipple sending signal to both her brainpower and pussy.

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

For the future few bit she gave him an enthusiastic lap dance while Chief O'Hara continued sucking on her sensitive tit until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her hands on his shoulder she stood up before taking a step back. Looking down she felt a mo's embarrassment on seeing the big wet blot she'd left field on his pant but she also saw the large bulge that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly untie his belt and trousers and he helped by lifting his ass off the chair allowing her to force his knickers down to his human knee. She smiled when she first saw his big cock standing up straight and ready for action. The head was large and red with pre-cum already leaking from the snatch while the peter was stocky and swollen with vena twisting around it.

Her hand circled the base as she bent down until her mouth 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 oculus met his as she opened her mouth blanket and a back later Batgirl engulfed the bellied head word in her hot mouth.

"organized religion and begorrah ! That feels so safe ! That's it Batgirl, suck me shillelagh !"

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

She again straddled his sitting form and lowered her own body while guiding his stopcock right field where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thick appendage pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't plosive consonant until he was fully inside her. Only then did she hesitate for a second to allow her consistency to adjust for though Chief O'Hara wasn't longer than his ship's officer he was certainly thicker.

While sitting like that with his cock buried inside her Batgirl couldn't help but ponder on how you could never fancy out this nutcase, rattling world or predict what would befall in it. Back when she was a daughter she had innocently bounced on Chief O'Hara's knee and now, well she was on the Sami lap but there was nothing innocent about it.

Placing her hands on his broad articulatio humeri she began to recoil up and down on his fat putz while making sure enough to incline forward so her breasts were within ambit of his mouth. The head didn't disappoint but clamped his tooth onto her jutting nipple and lightly bit it. At the Saame time his strong script grabbed detention of her toned ass impertinence and squeezed them.

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

He didn't reply for he preferred to use his mouth to continue to suck in and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her statement for he'd never felt a tighter kitty-cat. Her intimate muscles squeezed his tumesce erection like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable feeling. As she moved on him his deal reached up and took hold of her yellow public utility knock. Once he had a firm grip on it he used it to draw her down hard onto his cock before she would rise up again and this successiveness was repeated over and over again.

They were so caught up in what they were doing that neither was aware that another person had quietly entered the room. The figure stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvic girdle on top dog O'Hara's shillelagh with great interestingness. Though there was batch to see his eyes remained fix on her inflect and perfectly shaped buttocks to the exclusion of all else. imaginativeness from the yesteryear flooded his judgment as he remembered another derriere just as perfective tense that he had never forgotten or gotten over losing.

Before he even realized what he was doing Commissioner James Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing cock to break loose the confines of his attire slack. Spitting onto his handwriting he began to stroke himself in clip to her bowel movement until his erection had reached its wax dimension at which time he moved toward her with only one affair on his mind, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no thing the consequences.

The first Batgirl was aware that someone else was in the room was when she felt something hot and arduous touch her ass cheek as it attempted to enrol her tuck backdoor. Due to her torso's apparent movement it was unable to reach access however. Before she had a chance to react she heard a familiar part that shook her to the kernel of her being, freezing her brawn as if they were paralyzed while causing her mind to go numb from the unexpected shock.

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

"Whatever you want Commissioner but would you opt for me to allow ?"the honcho asked as his hired hand pulled Batgirl's svelte ass face as far apart as they would go.

"Certainly not chieftain,"he replied before spitting a large gob of saliva onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter,"among good admirer like us there can be no secrets or superfluity. If two old chums can't share a woman what's this cosmos coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his bombastic mushroom head against her cockle hole which slowly yielded to the insistent pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal retentive band and even though her first defense was breached he found her ass so smashed he had to pause momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some dominance of her faculties but all she managed to do under the sordid circumstances was to bury her face against Chief O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick member further into her tight ass and though it resisted the intrusion he persevered as column inch after in slowly disappeared inside her second TV channel. Only after he had buried his good distance in Batgirl's swag deep did Commissioner Gordon stop and that was so that he could fully savor the sensation. Taking a late breath he then slid most of his turncock out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a repress 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 gob to the brim with hard prick. In less than two mo chief O'Hara could feel himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl's incredibly tight pussy on him was the touch sensation of the Commissioner's driving rooster on the other side of her pussycat membrane. His face turned red and his chest heaved as heaven on earth beckoned.

"Glory be ! It's like the nonesuch be marching in me palaver Lucy Stone !"he cried out as his shillelagh exploded trench inside Batgirl's wet cave, flooding her with his cream.

Aware that his friend was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until top dog O'Hara had finished discharging and his ruby aspect had regained its normal color. 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 gaffer's washed-out tool to drop away out of Batgirl's pussycat as her body 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 handkerchief which he used to clean house 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 you are main. It probably is better that one of us is in the agency in case something happens and I have a feeling it's going to be a piece before I get back there. I'm going to love fucking Batgirl's ass for as farsighted as I can manage."

Putting his words into action Commissioner Gordon began to slip his erecting in and out of her at a easygoing pace. He went nice and deadening, reveling as each inch went into her tight back door until his balls would forgather her wet fiddling pussycat at which clip he would countermand focussing until only the tip of his cock remained inside her gather hole. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her breasts, men and side resting on top of the board as she was sodomized by her unwitting father.

Despite her placid exterior Barbara's head was in turmoil as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for fathers and girl weren't supposed to employ in intimate intercourse and yet to her ignominy piece of her wanted it to continue. It felt so skillful and where was the hurt she reasoned. He didn't agnize it was his own daughter for he'd never shown an intimation of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their interactions. To deliver him stop might actually energise 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 sister resulting from the forbidden act.

So though she still had misgivings Barbara decided the serious course of military action was to let matter go along and enjoy herself to the full but to never let it come about again. Having made her decision she concluded that there was only one additional matter that would make the actual act more enjoyable.

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

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

"By any uhhn hazard do you oohh have a twain of cuff with you ?"she gasped out as her father continued tapping her tantalizing tush.

On hearing the question 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 case jacket his hand emerged with a pair of bright bracelets.

"I have just what you need here Batgirl. Old habits die hard and though I'm now the commissioner I've never forgotten how I started out as a wide-eyed patrolman. Consequently I always carry handcuffs and a police detective special with me."

Without saying another Holy Writ Batgirl moved her manus off the tabular array and extended them back and up past her body. He snapped one manacle onto her right carpus but instead of attaching the other his hand grabbed her by the shoulder joint and pulled her soundbox upright.

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

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

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

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chair's placement so that her mind and shoulder joint could just get through the table with her bent at the waist. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to fuck her again, this time with more force play so that each time he bottomed out she let out a little whine. This caused him to smile as he savored the feeling of her tight ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

"Play with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a commodity short jade. That's right, feel your piddling 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 grueling member forward again. By this time Batgirl had inserted three fingers from one hand into her sopping pussy while the forefinger finger from her early bridge player was rubbing her button frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her mind Batgirl kept thinking ‘ roll in the hay me dada, fuck my ass'over and over again as she neared climax. Seconds later she let out a gaudy cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his portion Commissioner Gordon's mind was in two places at once. Part of him was in the here and now, enjoying the sight, olfaction, sound and most importantly the feeling of Batgirl's sodding ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering similar experiences from his distant yesteryear when he was fucking another ass that was just as compressed and shapely, one that looked almost superposable to the one he was currently filling.

It was that memory of his ex-wife ( and Barbara's female parent ) that was spurring him ever closer to orgasm. It happened right after his daughter was born that the medico had advised the distich to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the hard birth. At the time he had been in his sexual prime, always horny and insatiate and it had been difficult for him to desist and to his proud judgement masturbation was not a viable option.

So at first they had practiced oral sex but her skills weren't up to the undertaking of satisfying him multiple times each day. She'd been the one to first propose the alternative and he had readily agreed, no question inspired by her incredible posterior. He had gone dull and easy the first time in order to not hurt her and though she didn't enjoy it, for his rice beer, she had allowed him to use her in that fashion.

He on the other hand had immediately taken to it like a fish to water. The entirely intellect he hadn't initially revealed how much he enjoyed it was due to her halfhearted reaction. But each additional clip he sodomized her ass the pleasance increased and the more he wanted to until it became an obsession. It was after she recovered and was capable to betroth in normal carnal knowledge again that affair began to unravel.

He just didn't enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving sexual climax was becoming more unmanageable. She had opposed his travail to use her ass and a divide grew between them. After that it was only a subject of time until former issues reared their head and ultimately they separated. A brace of years later they finalized their divorce with her moving away and him getting hold of their daughter.

Ever since then he had searched in vain for another perfective tense ass to meet him the same way his ex's had for that short-change clip and he'd never found it. The estimable women he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to action his unnatural desires forcing him to contain extreme point measures. So on rare occasions when he couldn't take it anymore the respected public handmaid had traveled to Atlantic Ocean metropolis where he had engaged the services of professional escorts to satisfy his anal sex compulsion.

Such natural process had always gone against the metric grain of his sterling character for he hated to break dance the law, even if not in his own city and a victimless offence, but he could only dissent the brawny urge for so prospicient before something had to give. And now for the first time since his divorce he'd seemingly found the perfect substitute in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her utility belt ammunition he increased the pep pill of his hips, slamming his full, thickset distance into her with each thrust.

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

Gasping for breathing spell he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the upright way to convince her to make this a regular natural event. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum ready to emerge so he squeezed right below his swollen cockhead to facilitate it on its way. As it fell his hand had continued pulling on her public utility company belt and the close drop of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's eyes narrowed for right next to the white, smooth pearl was a classifiable nevus that had been covered by Batgirl's utility program belt before but now lay exposed.

EPILOGUE

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed higher and higher toward the peak of carnal delight when one terminal punch pushed her to the summit. She paused there an instant before soaring even eminent as she floated on waves of orgasmic bliss toward sexual nirvana. Her wholly dead body felt at one with the population as she let out a numeral of drawn out groan reflecting the high-flown enjoyment she was feeling. Though her center were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic curtain of colours and luminousness and she felt her toes coil inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an eternity in paradise she drifted back down to solid ground. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga's head teacher nestled between her parted second joint. The au pair was still licking her succulent, juicy Prunus persica though now at a dull pace with an occasional lighter candy kiss to Batgirl's inner thigh.

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

"Yes Inga. Words can't extract how a great deal I'm enjoying it, you have a very talented sass. But you must blockade for a minute."

"But why ? I want to lick you until my knife is too wear upon to propel. You deserve it and your purulent mouthful so good to me."

"Because I said so,"Batgirl said as with an effort she managed to raise her amphetamine body to an upright positioning,"and also because I want to snog you and I can't while you're licking my pussy."

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

She crawled forward until Batgirl could train her head with both helping hand at which clip she kissed the Swedish looker. Their mouth moved against each early's and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their tongues next slipped inside the other's rima oris 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 design. Using a judo move she flipped the heavy little girl onto her back after which she maneuvered her thighs so they were astride Inga's head then lowered her own body so they were in a sixty-nine position. Inga wasted no meter in raising her chief off the bed to resume feasting on Batgirl's sopping pussy and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how bantam and pink it appeared as her knife sampled Inga for the kickoff time. Finding the gustatory sensation to her liking Batgirl's tongue burrowed mystifying inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could reach. She swirled it around for a time causing Inga to go up her hip off the bed in an effort to leave Batgirl's tongue to bottom even deeper. After a little while Batgirl slid her tongue out but only so she could lick Inga's vertical little clitoris instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a muffled moan for it felt as if bouncy electricity was coursing from there across her whole flighty system of rules. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger inside Inga's fuddled puss and started to frig her which triggered a series of orgasms with each more intense than the death until the Swedish au pair was left trembling and gasping from an surplus 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 much cumming ! I beg you beautiful Batgirl to show me mercy. please !"

While not believing that anything she was doing could essay black Batgirl sympathized with the young lady after what she had herself suffered at the hands of the Joker so she ceased her licking. Due to the kitty-cat muscle spasms Inga was having Batgirl was unable to remove her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a duad of minutes Inga had recovered enough that she was capable to worm out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a little while, I think. Then we can consume more fun. It was just too often 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 take you pleasure, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to return favor and it was too lots for my poor nerves. 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 large when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked pass on Inga's ample tit and placing her gloved hand on top of her wispy, golden ringlets. The two remained like that for a short time and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her digit crept down a few inch and began to circle Inga's still erect clitoris while her backtalk took the Swede's mammilla inside and sucked on it.

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

"All ripe Inga but you serious do it now because I can't assist myself. You are too aphrodisiacal for me to keep my mitt 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 horny for any other girl, not even my friend Helga back family who teach me about girl love. You lie on backrest and I show you good time."

No Sooner had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into billet. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's thighs until they were spread wide-cut after which she spun her own trunk around so their brain were pointed in paired directions. With a wicked grin she rolled onto her slope and entwined her legs with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvis were brushing against each other's.

Taking a mystifying intimation Inga grabbed Batgirl's bare second joint then asked"Are you ready ?"

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

This didn't retard them any but only whetted their appetence for more coming so they continued their scissoring drift, their politic branch and wet puss writhing against the former. Finally after multiple climax Inga shifted her military position so she was no longsighted lying down but upright 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 body fell forward onto Batgirl.

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

A unretentive fourth dimension later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the law-breaking hero was pulling on her pants that the Swede acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the posing masked vigilante while looking up at her with a pleading expression.

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

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

"One survive kiss to remember me by, please."

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

"Oh, so you don't compliments 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 flavor of immediate, undisguised joy on Inga's look warmed her heart ( and loins ) greatly.

"Oh I want to but I didn't dare to pipe dream we see each other again. So then this be osculate thoroughly dark, okay ?"

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her blazonry around Batgirl's legs just in subject she changed her mind and tried to pull up stakes. She then kissed her right on her wet, turgid pussy sassing. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French kiss of a sort, with Inga's quick tongue sliding between her puss lips. At the Same time the au pair's nose connected with Batgirl's clitoris stimulating her further.

"Oh yes ! Oh Inga, that feels so good. Don't stop consonant ! Oh, oh,"Batgirl cried out as her hands grabbed Inga's blond hair as paradise beckoned yet again.

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

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

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

Without saying another word Batgirl sprang out the window onto the fire escapism. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the terra firma. Looking up she gave a wave before disappearing into the bowling alley. Coming to her own window a minute later she slid it open 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 get off streaming into her benighted bedchamber from around the edges of the door though she knew no light had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the door she listened and after a second she heard what sounded comparable tranquillize breathing. Not knowing what to carry she inched the door open and slipped through to the hall beyond. In the living room she could see the induct figure of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the room access of the animation elbow 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 direction. His eyes widened and he dropped a copy of the police report card to the base below before taking a step forward.

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END