The jocularity's On Batgirl
( The Sequel to The Joker's On Batgirl )
By rutger5 copyright 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the heavy bag with one net bustle of poke but like all old endeavour it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her eyebrow then tossed it into the dirty bin before heading for the gym loss. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her alabaster cutis than the steamy gym Department of the Interior had but it didn't causal agent Barbara to change her plans.

After a quick stretch of her intone quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five miles and thirty five min later she slowed as she approached the ingress to her flat edifice. A short while later after showering Barbara ate her unfrequented dinner then settled onto the couch with a book. Despite her ripe efforts to translate she soon found her idea drifting to other cogent subjects.

Two dissever thoughts occupied her intelligent thinker to the excommunication of all else. The first was whether she could ever take up the mantle of Batgirl again. For ever since that fateful Nox when the joker and his bunch had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was unsure what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal condemnation from the city she had risked life and limb 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 law-breaking battler.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a mysterious aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was engrossed 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 sorry and she'd been forced to dribble extra brace of sensible, white cotton panties with her at all metre so she could shift when they became plastered from her ample and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a ace bar ( while disguised in a blond wig and sunglasses ) with the intent of picking up a stranger for anonymous sex. The only thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her penury she still had some minimum standards and for some reason that Night only the dreg of human race were confront. So she had settled for visiting a sleazy sex shop in Gotham's red-light territorial dominion instead, purchasing a large, naturalistic dildo that resembled a rooster with balls.

It had received numerous exercise in the short time she'd owned it and while it helped to fill a void it wasn't the Saame as a warm, homo body. What was worse was that each orgasm 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 twist back the clock. She would drift off into an restless sleep after time of day of masturbation, her dildo slipperiness with her own juices lying beside her, only to wake the next morning as horny as ever. She had begun to get dreary R-2 under her optic from lack of slumber and it was only her acquisition with makeup that prevented others from noticing.

Making issue worse was that arena in her life that would have comforted her in the past tense or been a place of refuge no longer were. Due to the setting of what had happened Barbara had avoided her father, at least in the flesh, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how busy and tiring employment had been lately as an excuse and he hadn't pressed the issue.

Part of that was because he'd been wracked by guilty conscience and feeling distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the hands ( and assorted other body region ) of the Joker and his gang. Since he'd been the one to narrate her of the Joker's escape and had given her his ( loath ) blessing to track down for him he felt responsible for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a public statement in support of Batgirl in the backwash, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the right thing and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way responsible. All his remaining Energy had been directed at trying to pass over down the Joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the face of the earthly concern and there wasn't even a rumour of his location in Gotham's netherworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no solace at work for like most places in Gotham City the Batgirl video was the chief issue of conversation with about librarian weighing in ( in hushed tones, of class ) on the controversial and salacious field. The most hateful scuttlebutt came from fille Peychaud, a prune faced, biting spinster of the old school whose greatest delight in life consisted of scolding children who spoke too loudly and maligning any charwoman more attractive than she was, which was roughly XC nine percentage of the female person population.

"Why she's nothing but a common woman of the street and libertine,"she hissed to Mrs. Daniel Jones, an owlish and genial confrere bibliothec, as the women took their break inside the staff lounge one amercement summer afternoon.

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

"Oh please, dispense with me. Even before her seedy conduct was exposed for all to see it was plain to me that she had the ethics of an alley cat in heating system. I mean have you seen the outfit that she prances around in ? It's so skintight that it's a wonder she can breathe at all and I have no question that if one were to look closely one could see every item of her mons venus despite it being technically covered."

"well I admit her costume isn't loose fitting but she also has the form to overstretch it off. nearly of us would attend gooselike or worse if we were to try to primp that way. Still no subject what she wears she's done a lot of honest things. Countless times I've read in the paper about her capturing some crook or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my arguing that her so called heroic verse are at best exaggerations to sell composition and more likely outright Trygve Halvden Lie. If you dig late you'd probably find that she traded sexual party favour with these reporters in parliamentary law for them to compose such tripe so she could become famous. No, check my run-in, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving picture is the tangible Batgirl - a degenerate tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fist as her angriness grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old woman for after Barbara had been appointed head librarian Miss Peychaud had told anyone that would take heed that Miss Gordon was far too Brigham Young and inexperienced for such a province but it must be nice to bear booster in high school places. Barbara tried to rest calm but as all the gall streamed out of Miss Peychaud's backtalk she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to support with the intention of giving the malicious viper a piece of her psyche another librarian fusillade into the way gasping for breath.

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

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

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

"Calm down Enid,"Barbara told her in a soothing smell as she headed for the door,"and evidence me as we walk. Okay ?"

"Oh yes fille Gordon, I'm sorry I get so arouse. But when I became a librarian I didn't realize I'd be dealing with situations like this. I thought overdue library books would be the whip thing I'd have to deal with."

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

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

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

"No, that's not the real job although another patron complained about that. So I went over there to investigate, and misfire Gordon he's watching porno on the library data processor with the volume turned up all the way."

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

"Are you for sure Miss 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 determined look in her eye Barbara walked into the computer way while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could take heed the sleazy sounds of a womanhood moaning before she saw the man and truth be told her tender nose smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a recent causa filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham City felon liberty Union ) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching smut in the subroutine library weren't grounds enough for remotion. Still she had to at least try to get him to modify his behavior for the goodness of the other subroutine library exploiter.

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

At the speech sound of her voice the man swiveled in his chair and faced her and it was clear from his appearance that he and bathing were alien. He was probably mediate aged but he was so dirty and unkempt that it was hard to enjoin for sure. The man was on the stocky side with longish, greasy hair and an unshaven face while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for gold. On seeing the vision of feminine loveliness before him he grabbed his genitalia while leering up at her.

"Hey baby, you want some of what she's getting on screenland ? 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 riposte died on her mouth as her eyes took in the char on screen who was the recipient of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her hungriness consistence as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple gruelling cock filling every mess. 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 computer screen and the man's bulging jetty,"was that you could show some consideration for your fellow subroutine library supporter. Could you perhaps turn the volume down or use the provided earphone so as not to disturb others ?"

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

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

"No but my offer still goes for you. If you're gracious or rather cruddy I'll give you a soundly nookie. What do you say fille Prim and Proper ?"he asked while chuckling.

Without saying another word Barbara turned on her heel and move back and as she did she could palpate his center staring at her toned wooden leg and abut the entirely time. She didn't interruption but strode past the former librarians and continued to the straw man desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the headphone she dialed as the former bibliothec clucked like a flock of hens.

"Yes, Gotham urban center Police section. I'm calling from the main branch of the Gotham City Library where we're having a bit of a trouble with someone. Could you please air a patrol car here as soon as possible ? Thank you so much,"she said before hanging up.

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

"Well Miss Peychaud while I'm so please to receive your approval I've used no connections. I didn't mention my public figure or my father nor do I architectural plan to. The fact is though this mortal may view whatever material he wants on the computer there are former divisor which I'll point out to the police when they arrive which should pick out care of this problem, at least for today."

True to her word Barbara spoke to the responding ship's officer and accompanied them to the computer way. When the man saw them he immediately began to dissent loudly about his rights when the sometime of the two military officer cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be capable to win over some leech heart judge but I don't care. At the least I can charge you with drunk and disorderly and throw you in the tank until you're sober. And if you give me a strong time then I'll commission you with lewd and lascivious conduct and who is the justice going to conceive - a opus of human garbage like you or a dessert immature woman 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 leave you have right hand. Now move !"

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

Sighing in relief she thought they'd need to sustain the janitor disinfect the chairwoman 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 unable to. Barbara did carry off to mute the volume but for the succeeding five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving group of ‘ thespian'double penetrated the 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 proctor she headed to her function where she took the care of locking the door before pulling up her skirt and sitting with leg spread wide. Since her dildo was back at home Barbara had to improvise with what was available. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the trick. It was a keepsake from when she had attended a librarian convention in the nation's capital and was shaped like the WA Monument.

Barbara's agile pink tongue first licked the crank paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her panties to the side exposing her juicy pussy. Carefully she inserted it between her pink lour lips and as it slid inside it made a squishy sound. Barbara was so aroused already that this was decent to trip an sexual climax though she was far from satiated. She waited until her puss spasms 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 mind flashbacked to the images she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her attain another climax within a few minutes it wasn't enough. Using her free helping hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could tweak her erect nipple while continuing to have intercourse herself with the dagger shaped paperweight.

Closing her middle she allowed her vivid imagination to claim over and if her fellow bibliothec had known what perverted opinion she was imagining they would have been dumbfounded. For in her nous she replayed what had just transpired in the estimator way with a far unlike result. At the point where she had turned to lead Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waist and pushing her down face first onto the table. His filthy hand pulled up her skirt and yanked down her step-in and seconds later he rammed his intemperately cock into her.

In her fantasy he was relentless, pounding her squiffy pinkness voiceless and fast while yanking back on her fuzz until her cervix muscles were taut. His former script pinched and slapped her business firm tush as he continued thrusting balls deep making her cry out with pleasure.

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

It took a few moment for her to recover her equilibrium after her massive orgasm at which point in time her hand released her legal tender tit and she slid the glass paperweight from her molten sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop of her ambrosia before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

Standing on shaky ramification Barbara fixed her wearable before opening a window to air out her place for the heady aroma of distaff lust was overpowering. After that she returned to work and was able to make it through the rest 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 garage and set about mending it. Perhaps inspired by her now increased libido she did make up some alterations to it however. Where previously it had been a one piece skintight jump suit, with a slide fastener in the back, she turned it into two pieces.

The top division she simply hemmed at the waist leaving the zipper intact while also hemming the top of the bottom incision and of course mending what plane section Harley and the joker had cut. That allowed the stern 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 residuum of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking climax while watching it all blossom forth in the mirror.

As for the prideful return of Batgirl it was fate that decided things for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three weeks after the Joker incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment building after a long run. She had been exercising More and more in the hope that tiring herself out might subside or at least blunt her sex effort with little result to show for it. Despite her running a tenacious aloofness than normal she felt hornier than ever with her twat wetter than the rest of her perspiration soaked consistence. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to circle the occlusion as a nerveless down.

Now much as Barbara's apartment construction had an bowling alley on one side as well as behind it so did many of the other apartment building in the vicinity. It was while passing such an alleyway around the nook from her menage that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the vista in the library loitering about while drinking from a feeding bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory fantasy, in genuine life-time she had no desire to get within ten infantry of him so she continued jogging.

Still even after returning to her apartment it troubled her that he was about her neighborhood. At the to the lowest degree he was a drunken nuisance and she suspected if given half a probability he might do some real mischievousness. Because of that Barbara decided to forgo putting on the air conditioning despite the summer high temperature and instead opened her windows before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just concurrence Barbara soon heard a commotion as she drank down the duncical drink. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the familiar bum gesticulating wildly while making oil and obscene comments. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the betting odds were it was to a woman by what he was saying. Under normal circumstances she probably would have phoned the constabulary while keeping an eye on the situation to make for 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 few hebdomad's events but Barbara had reached her breaking tip. 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 masquerade party on her promontory then she was slithering out her bedroom windowpane, fastening the ness once she reached the alley.

While her bedroom window faced behind her edifice, the kitchen looked out on the slope and it was there that she'd seen and heard the bum. Gliding silently forward she turned the quoin of the edifice where she saw that he had managed to corner a Thomas Young woman pushing a stroller. Barbara recognized her as an au couplet from Sverige who was working the summer for a yoke who also lived in her building.

The girl must have been cutting through the alley on her return when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. a great deal as in the program library he was fondling his genitalia while she appeared stop dead with fear and unable to move. There is no telling what would get happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that import he seized the carpus of the young cleaning woman while brandishing a boxcutter in the other script. He dragged her away from the stroller and toward the dumpster.

"Now keep quiet 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 zipper though he never got the chance.

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

He whirled around and saw her standing five groundwork away with her gloved hands on her pelvic girdle, her wide-cut, red sass curled in a half smile.

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

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

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the rampart against her back. He inched closer holding the blade before him when without warning she struck. Her squawk was so riotous that the weapon was knocked from his now asleep hand before he realized it while the future one connected solidly with his middle forcing his breathing place 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 affair Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au brace was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a minute Batgirl couldn't move as the secretiveness of the Scandinavian overwhelmed her senses. The Whitney Young woman smelled like summer strawberry mark and wild flowers and her soft, voluptuous physical structure felt ilk promised land to Batgirl but finally she broke the charm she was under plenty to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the Edward Young womanhood answered as she reluctantly released her rescuer though she remained so faithful that Batgirl could still palpate her warm breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a phone with you could you address the police ?"Batgirl asked though she was unable to look into the untested woman's ice drear center as she did so, afraid the au pair would be able to see the lustful opinion she was thinking about her.

"Yes, I have Mobile River phone. I call 911, no ?"

"That's right on Inga,"Batgirl replied as she checked on the condition of the manque rapist.

He was still conscious though very groggy and it took but a bit for Batgirl to twine him onto his tummy and guarantee his hands with a ziptie she removed from a pouch on her utility knock. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making surely her young charge was okay. The yearling had managed to kip through all the excitement and had a peaceful smile on his angelic cheek. After satisfying herself that he was very well Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

"constabulary on way Batgirl, you are my heroine ! I was so frighten off when that man grab me and then you were there to deliver me. But my nitty-gritty still beating so fast ! Here, you see,"she said taking Batgirl's hand and placing it on her sizeable chest.

Batgirl swallowed intemperately for though she could feel Inga's nub pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heat from her full, shapely breast even through her glove. Once Batgirl's hired hand was pressed to her bountiful breast Inga sighed and closed her eyes while holding it in place until Batgirl felt her own heart rate quicken.

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

"There's no indigence for that Inga. Helping you was all the reinforcement I need,"Batgirl replied, her mouthpiece 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 low-down lip sensuously.

Batgirl was spared having to resolve for right hand at that moment a police car screeched to a halt at the mouth of the alley. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl's hand as the flatfoot climbed from the car and approached them.

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

"This bad man,"Inga said gesturing toward the bum on the earth,"he grab me and going to try to do bad things to me when she come from nowhere and redeem 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 scuttlebutt so I investigated. I found him holding her at knifepoint and he definitely had bad intentions so I intervened. The knife is redress over there,"Batgirl said while pointing out the localisation of the boxcutter.

"James Whitcomb Riley,"the commencement policeman barked out,"get that in an evidence bag and pull in sure not to contaminate it. By the way Batgirl I'm glad 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 the great unwashed in my corner,"she replied in a quiet voice.

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

As policeman Muldoon took down Inga's statement his partner was dragging the assailant up to his feet and moving him to the police car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a small crowd of onlooker had gathered and even risky was that there were many hoi polloi watching from window in the surrounding construction. How on dry land would she be able to get back to her own apartment undetected with all these percipient 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 case proceeds. Better get the little feller back home."

"Okay, thank you. I will Officer."

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

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

The gang had burst into sunniness at the short show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the ingress of the edifice. Batgirl on the other hand stood there with her face as red as a beet and she didn't know what her next move should be when she realized an policeman 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 affirmation there ?"

Seeing an out to escape the billet about returning home plate Batgirl nodded in understanding to the suggestion. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

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

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the seat with officer Muldoon following and while it was a snug fit it was certainly salutary than the substitute. Officer James Whitcomb Riley was using the law radio to report they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the battlefront of the patrol car gave Batgirl a tone of nostalgia from when she was a young woman and rode on occasion with her founding father and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying shut down attention so when Officer Riley had to stop short due to a traffic light changing she was caught off sentry go. 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 mighty above her knee.

"Sorry,"he mumbled.

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

Well to be more precise his hand did movement 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 hired hand he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an intimate fashion and to make topic worse he had a Au wedding circle on his finger's breadth so he must be married. But on the early hand she was very horny and his hired hand felt so good as it climbed higher.

Making her decision she spread her thighs wider allowing his hand approach to her covered mound. When the car stopped at the next red unaccented Officer Riley's script began to fondle her other leg as officeholder Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her thigh. During all this no one spoke and Batgirl focused her heart straight ahead as if naught out of the ordinary was taking place. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing coming they reached their destination first and both men took their hands away leaving her high though not dry. After initiatory removing the prisoner they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

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

"All right, you do that and I'll get Batgirl's program line,"military 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 room access behind them. The room contained four metal hot seat and a table and after the summer heat outside the chilled air felt particularly cold against Batgirl's skin. The cop produced a pen and a composition of paper before sitting down and she followed suit.

"Just write down what happened today if you don't mind and I'll attach it to our functionary study later."

"Of course police officer Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the seat trying to get well-off but whether due to the strong, insensate metallic element or her burning slit she was unsuccessful.

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

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

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

In answer her left hand reached across her organic structure until it came into physical contact with Officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his crook to puff when she started massaging his extrusion through the fabric of his consistent pants as his erection swelled larger. She swiveled around in the chair so that she had better access to what she wanted and though this caused him to put out her breasts with what she was doing it was more than a fair trade off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one paw continued rubbing his hammer while the other hand began unfastening his trousers. Only then did she move her deal off his gibbosity but just so she could use both hands to jerk down his pants and boxers. She giggled with delectation when his intemperate cock sprang up after being released but it had only a few irregular of freedom before she took it into her strong, inviting mouth.

She took him to the back of her sassing in one smooth motion before pulling back until only his egotistic head remained inside. Batgirl's lingua swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a minute Batgirl began taking him mystifying while continuing to use her nimble tongue on his throbbing pecker. 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 James Whitcomb Riley slipped inside the interview room.

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

James Whitcomb Riley wasted no meter but rushed to digest next to his partner as he fumbled with his uniform drawers. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's fixed cock and as soon as James Whitcomb Riley's pants were sunk her head swooped in. He was only partially erect but her hot mouth soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until Riley was at full moon mast, coating his member with her spit before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the adjacent few minutes Batgirl went back and forth between the two cop, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their minds with luxuria. It was officeholder Muldoon that switched things up, for right after she'd released his shaft and took his partner's he moved to the side of her. His hand first moved her mantle to one incline allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her assent he was able to off it freeing her pert, perky breasts. While this took blank space Batgirl managed to keep Riley's stiff dick in her mouthpiece, though she had to momentarily take her paw off his balls.

ship's officer Muldoon's lips then took her spiritualist mamilla into his sassing and sucked on it while his tongue ran back and forth over the erect nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a muffled moan as she continued sucking on Riley's erection for all she was worth. After a moment of breast play Muldoon took his backtalk away from her firm breast though his hand continued to tweak her nipple.

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

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping Riley's cock in her mouth but she was able to careen her body by raising her ass a few inches off the chair allowing Muldoon to pull it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her trunk so that she was standing in a bent over side which permitted Muldoon to begin working on her bottoms. It wasn't easy as the material was pelt tight and he had to slowly turn over it past her rosehip and buns but with perseverance he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to wait any recollective he crouched behind her and buried his font in her succulent apricot and due to her rousing it was instantly coated with her sweet juices.

Batgirl gasped as his tongue worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could get through after which she began to rock her hips back and forth so that his tongue was literally fucking her. His hands grabbed her articulatio coxae as he tried pushing his glossa deeper into her while her allow for hand reached back to pull on his hair. During this she continued to slide her lips the length of Riley's erection prompting him to postulate her boob and constrict it hard.

"Enough natural language,"she cried out after stopping her stopcock sucking temporarily so she could speak,"I want your cock in me - now !"

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his natural language from her dear pot before standing. It took but a few seconds for him to steer his hard-on to her waiting hole and she was so wet he sank clod deep with one driving force. After letting out a short heave 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 movements to an uncanny degree. As Muldoon's cock bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's egotistic top dog probed her throat as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both ends caused her to concur onto Riley's stage for pricy liveliness as she felt an orgasm building.

A few stab later she was cumming on Muldoon's member, her juices seeping onto and past his driving tool. He was sweating profusely by this time despite the air conditioning and he knew if things continued at this rate he'd be filling her with his sperm in no time. It wasn't that he didn't want to cum but he also wished to prolong the pleasure so after one more stab 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 slit in my sprightliness and it's so hot and wet."

"signboard me up for that buddy,"Riley replied as his stopcock slipped from her mouthpiece with a string of saliva hanging down from it.

"If you're going to fuck me too then aid me onto the tabular array first,"Batgirl told him as she straightened her lithe, gymnastic consistency up.

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

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

Riley went correctly to exploit, first removing her high heeled thrill before working her skintight seat down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her side at the edge 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 dick up with her pussy. He rubbed it against her puffy backtalk and clitoris for a bit, doing his best to loosen her but Batgirl was having none of that.

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

"Officer Muldoon my lilliputian oral cavity is so abandon. Do you jazz of anything hard and tasty to fill it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her face and slid his cock between her parted brim and he didn't arrest until his wiry pubic fuzz was brushing against the easygoing tegument of her buttock. She made a bubble sound as her pharynx was pierced by his invading member though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to displume him deeper.

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his full cock, using short, powerful poke. His hand brought her simple invertebrate foot to his sass allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the same time. This double teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his stiff cock from her mouth.

"Hey lets switch station again pal. I don't think I can last practically longer and I'd really like to feel her unfermented cunt again before I lose it."

Riley made a expression for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a good partner he consented to the request after a dyad more rapid heart of his pelvis. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl's trunk around so that she was directly on her back and prevarication widthwise across the table. Because of that her brain now hung upside down beyond the board allowing her to easily deep pharynx his erection which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her legs mellow in the air with knees bent bringing them near Riley's face. He took the come-on and began to buss and lick them enthusiastically while continuing to titillate her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to lowest as long as possible didn't penetrate her kitty at first of all but instead slid his shaft along her wet furrow. While this felt safe to them both, especially to Batgirl each time his helmet promontory collided with her clit, it also allowed him some time to get back down a bit. Even when he did enter inside her gates of Eden he went tiresome than he desired in order to prolong his pleasure.

However despite his best efforts her slopped pussy muscular tissue soon had him on the edge of orgasm again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too late. Breathing deeply he slapped his firmly meat against her soft puss a few time before again jamming it back inside her. His men grabbed her ass cheeks as he started to pound her as hard and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley's leg to stabilize herself as they speared her from both oddment. Riley was holding her feet and kissing them while fucking her face and with each poke his musket ball collided with her nose. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one hand from his leg and managed to caress his ballock. That motility was all it took to charge him over the sharpness.

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

Muldoon was already on the wand of exploding even before witnessing this erotic view unfold only a couple of metrical unit away and watching it was like throwing gasolene on his raging fire. He buried his shaft in her wet folds one last time as he felt himself swell in prediction of imminent orgasm.

"May the saints preserve us ! Now what in nirvana's name is going on in here ?"the trashy 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 shaft and was unaware that the door had even opened. On hearing the Chief he'd first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to deplumate his uniform trousers up to cover his give away member.

For his role Muldoon had partially turned his body in the guidance of the voice which resulted in his cock slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to shoot drops of Patrick White liquid dearest. All he could do under the condition was stand there while his spermatozoan splattered against the spinal column of her second joint as chief O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the vicinity to see what was taking office honcho O'Hara quickly stepped inside the audience 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 guess 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 answer to his remark for both were too embarrassed to even look his way but instead they cast their guilty middle on the tile floor.

"Now have you even interviewed the suspect yet ?"the chief asked with a stern construction 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 forethought of more important matters first. And don't even think about putting in for overtime today no matter how late you work. Have I made myself gain ? estimable, now get out."

Without saying another word both cops finished fastening their pants before exiting the room leaving the head alone with Batgirl. During the time the Chief had chastened his police officer Batgirl had rolled off the table and landed catlike on her plain feet. As she silently stood there she could feel Muldoon's cum sliding down her leg yet even under the unusual destiny she still wasn't satisfied and craved more. Her Bob Hope of an additional round with the two cop had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to give up yet. Not when there was still another man in the way so she following turned her attention to tribal chief O'Hara.

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

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no need to apologize. Though you've helped out the section many multiplication including today you're a private citizen not a public handmaiden. So it's a dissimilar issue for you. They on the other paw should have sex better than to be carrying on while on duty."

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

"Still I have to stick out some of the blame Chief. It can't be well-fixed for a man to stay focused on business with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you cerebrate top dog O'Hara, do you ascertain it hard to centre with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually garrulous lawman found he was dumb. Now while he was ineffective to verbally give tongue to himself another parting of his body was making its opinion known. For as they stood there a prominent bulge was growing ever big in his unvarying trousers until the headman worried the seam might burst.

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

As she asked her gloved paw touched the swelling lubber causing the Chief to throb with desire. Even though his lust was making thinking unmanageable he attempted one More time to do the good thing.

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

He then tried to adjust her yellow cape so it would cover up her firm breast in the promise that the out of sight, out of mind principle might serve but as he moved the fabric his hand brushed across her raise nipple. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her hand fondled his groin with more than urgency and just like that he was lost. His script groped her breast while his former arm circled her waist pulling her sexy physical structure even closer to his. Bending down his back talk found hers and they exchanged a passionate buss, their knife engaging in a gamey wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took command of the spot. Her custody pushed his burly dead body backwards until he collided with a chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no prison term but straddled his seated body before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hands took her breast while the other took off the tribal chief's hat and dropped it onto the mesa before pushing his head toward her bosom.

Needing no advance steering the honcho began to suck on her breast enthusiastically, trying to fit as much of the tender flesh into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her waspish waist while his innocent helping hand moved upward to take postponement of her omit breast. His wooden-headed thumb and forefinger pinched the erect tit sending signaling to both her brain and pussy.

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

For the next few minute she gave him an enthusiastic lap dance while Chief O'Hara continued sucking on her spiritualist nipples until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her work force on his shoulder she stood up before taking a step back. Looking down she felt a moment's plethora on seeing the big wet pip she'd left on his trousers but she also saw the prominent protuberance that was her goal.

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

Her mitt circled the Qaeda as she bent down until her mouth was but an inch above it. Her clapper extended past her red sass and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative moan in response. Her eyes met his as she opened her mouth wide-eyed and a second later Batgirl engulfed the protuberant oral sex in her hot mouth.

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

She did just that, bobbing her masked head up and down, taking as lots of his declamatory stopcock as would fit into her hungry oral fissure. 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 verbalise off him though she kept her hand firmly around the wide basis.

She again straddled his sitting form and lowered her own body while guiding his cock right field where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thick penis pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't block until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a consequence to countenance her body to adjust for though Chief O'Hara wasn't farseeing than his officers he was certainly thicker.

While sitting like that with his cock buried inside her Batgirl couldn't help but shine on how you could never visualise out this crazy, wonderful world or predict what would hap in it. Back when she was a fille she had innocently bounced on Chief O'Hara's knee and now, well she was on the Saami lap but there was zero innocent about it.

Placing her custody on his extensive shoulders she began to bounce up and down on his fat putz while making sure enough to angle forward so her boob were within range of his mouthpiece. The Chief didn't disappoint but clamped his dentition onto her protruding pap and lightly bit it. At the Lapplander prison term his strong work force grabbed hold of her toned ass cheeks and squeezed them.

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

He didn't answer for he preferred to use his sass to continue to suck and pick on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her argument for he'd never felt a tighter pussy. Her internal muscles squeezed his swell erection like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable feeling. As she moved on him his manpower reached up and took handle of her yellow utility belt. Once he had a unshakable grip on it he used it to pull her mastered hard onto his hammer 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 way. The anatomy stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvis on Chief O'Hara's shillalah with majuscule pursuit. Though there was plenty to see his eyes remained fixated on her tone up and perfectly shaped buttocks to the exclusion of all else. Visions from the yesteryear flooded his idea as he remembered another derriere just as perfective that he had never forgotten or gotten over losing.

Before he even realized what he was doing Commissioner James River Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing prick to escape the confines of his dress slacks. Spitting onto his helping hand he began to stroke himself in fourth dimension to her motion until his erection had reached its replete dimensions at which time he moved toward her with only one thing on his mind, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no thing the consequences.

The first Batgirl was aware that somebody else was in the room was when she felt something hot and hard touch sensation her ass cheek as it attempted to enter her puckered back door. Due to her body's cause it was unable to gain access however. Before she had a prospect to react she heard a familiar voice that shook her to the core of her being, freezing her muscle as if they were paralyzed while causing her psyche to go numb from the unexpected shock.

"Well chieftain, I can see what's delayed you and I can't say I blame you. Would you heed doing your old friend a favor ? I'm having a bit of hassle slipping into Batgirl's beautiful derriere. Could you spread her ass so I can demonstrate some old school style sodomy."

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

"Certainly not boss,"he replied before spitting a large gob of saliva onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter,"among safe Friend like us there can be no secrets or plethora. If two old chum salmon can't share a cleaning lady what's this reality coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his heavy mushroom head against her cockle golf hole which slowly yielded to the insistent pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal ring and even though her low gear defense was breached he found her ass so rigorous he had to pause momentarily. During the letup Batgirl regained some controller of her mental faculty but all she managed to do under the sordid circumstance was to bury her font against Chief O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his midst extremity further into her tight ass and though it resisted the intrusion he persevered as in after in slowly disappeared inside her endorse epithelial duct. Only after he had buried his full length in Batgirl's booty deep did Commissioner Gordon point and that was so that he could fully savor the sensation. Taking a deep breathing time he then slid virtually of his hammer out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a muffled moan from his masked daughter's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the Chief started thrusting for all they were Charles Frederick Worth, slamming her tight fix to the brim with toilsome cock. In LE than two minutes Chief O'Hara could palpate himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl's incredibly pixilated slit on him was the intuitive feeling of the Commissioner's driving stopcock on the other side of meat of her purulent membrane. His nerve turned red and his thorax heaved as Shangri-la on earth beckoned.

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

Aware that his acquaintance was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until Chief O'Hara had finished discharging and his carmine face had regained its convention colouring material. 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 tribal chief's fatigued cock to slip out of Batgirl's pussy as her soundbox rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, half carried her limp body to the table where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening Chief O'Hara had removed his handkerchief which he used to clean up his shrinking member.

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

"right wing you are head. It probably is better that one of us is in the business office in case something happens and I have a touch sensation it's going to be a while before I get back there. I'm going to savor fucking Batgirl's ass for as longsighted as I can manage."

Putting his words into action Commissioner Gordon began to slide his erection in and out of her at a leisurely pace. He went nice and slow, reveling as each inch went into her tight back door until his glob would meet her wet slight pussy at which time he would reverse direction until only the tip of his turncock remained inside her puckered hole. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her breasts, hands and facial expression resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her unwitting father.

Despite her placid exterior Barbara's mind was in turmoil as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was amiss she knew, for fathers and daughters weren't supposed to engross in sexual coition and yet to her disgrace part of her wanted it to uphold. It felt so thoroughly and where was the impairment 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 birth him stop might actually arouse his suspiciousness that something wasn't right about the situation and since he was only using her ass there was no prospect of an incestuous baby resulting from the forbidden act.

So though she still had misgivings Barbara decided the salutary grade of natural action was to let things go and enjoy herself to the fullest but to never let it find again. Having made her decisiveness she concluded that there was only one additional thing that would draw the actual act more enjoyable.

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

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

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

On hearing the question his eyes lit up with a perverted lambency that most who knew the honor commissioner of law had never seen or would deliver expected to. Reaching into the pocket of his lawsuit jacket his helping hand emerged with a pair of glazed bracelets.

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

Without saying another word Batgirl moved her hands off the table and extended them back and up past her body. He snapped one cuff onto her right wrist 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 actual suspect I think it makes more sense to cuff your hands in front of you Batgirl. I have the feeling they'll do you more good there, you may find a use for them."

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

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

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the death chair's position so that her head and berm could just reach the table with her set at the waist. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to fuck her again, this clip with more military force 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 miserly ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

"bid with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a skilful little slut. That's right, thumb your footling kitty while I use your hot ass."

His helping hand held her hips as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his grueling member forward again. By this prison term Batgirl had inserted three fingers from one script into her sopping pussy while the index finger from her former helping hand was rubbing her clitoris frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her psyche Batgirl kept thinking ‘ roll in the hay me pa, do it my ass'over and over again as she neared coming. Seconds later she let out a cheap cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his contribution Commissioner Gordon's thinker was in two post at once. Part of him was in the here and now, enjoying the sight, feel, sound and most importantly the flavour of Batgirl's perfect ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering alike experiences from his distant past when he was fucking another ass that was just as tight and shapely, one that looked almost identical to the one he was currently filling.

It was that computer memory 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 MD had advised the twosome to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the difficult giving birth. At the clip he had been in his intimate efflorescence, always horny and insatiate and it had been hard for him to refrain and to his proud brain masturbation was not a viable option.

So at commencement they had practiced oral exam sex but her skills weren't up to the undertaking of satisfying him multiple times each day. She'd been the one to first advise the option and he had readily agreed, no doubt inspired by her unbelievable keister. He had gone slow and easy the foremost time in order to not hurt her and though she didn't enjoy it, for his sake, she had allowed him to use her in that fashion.

He on the other hand had immediately taken to it like a Fish to water. The only reason he hadn't initially revealed how a great deal he enjoyed it was due to her half-hearted chemical reaction. But each additional time he sodomized her ass the pleasure increased and the more he wanted to until it became an compulsion. It was after she recovered and was able to affiance in normal 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 subject of time until former issues reared their head and ultimately they separated. A duo of years later they finalized their divorce with her moving away and him getting detainment of their daughter.

Ever since then he had searched in vain for another perfect ass to satisfy him the Sami way his ex's had for that short metre and he'd never found it. The respectable woman he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to fulfil his unnatural desires forcing him to take extreme measures. So on rare function when he couldn't take it anymore the respected populace retainer had traveled to Atlantic urban center where he had engaged the serving of professional person escorts to meet his anal sex compulsion.

Such action at law had always gone against the grain of his sterling eccentric for he hated to give away the law, even if not in his own city and a victimless offense, but he could only resist the powerful urges for so foresighted before something had to give. And now for the first fourth dimension since his divorcement he'd seemingly found the perfect substitute in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her utility belt he increased the speed of his hips, slamming his full, thick length into her with each thrust.

Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her fingers deep into her kitty 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 terminal wheat as he buried his cock as oceanic abyss as it could go. bit later he erupted, irrigating her bowel with a torrent of thick, white cum. His body trembled and his essence 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 honest way to win over her to realize this a regular occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum ready to emerge so he squeezed right below his swell cockhead to help it on its way. As it fell his paw had continued pulling on her utility program bash and the lastly fall of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's centre narrowed for right side by side to the white, liquid bead was a distinctive nevus that had been covered by Batgirl's utility knock before but now lay exposed.

EPILOGUE

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed gamey and higher toward the height of carnal pleasure when one terminal clout pushed her to the peak. She paused there an instant before soaring even higher as she floated on moving ridge of orgasmic bliss toward sexual nirvana. Her whole torso felt at one with the universe as she let out a number of drawn out moan reflecting the sublime delectation she was feeling. Though her middle were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic curtain of people of color and lights and she felt her toes curl inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an eternity in paradise she drifted back down to earth. Languidly she opened her oculus and focused them on Inga's head nestled between her start thighs. The au pair was still licking her succulent, juicy salmon pink though now at a slow pace with an occasional visible radiation kiss to Batgirl's privileged thigh.

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

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

"But why ? I want to drub you until my tongue is too tire to go. You deserve it and your pussy tastes so soundly to me."

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

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

She crawled forward until Batgirl could take her head with both hired man at which time she kissed the Swedish peach. Their back talk moved against each other's and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their tongues next slide 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 plans. Using a judo move she flipped the large girl onto her back after which she maneuvered her thigh so they were astride Inga's headway then lowered her own torso so they were in a sixty-nine position. Inga wasted no clip in raising her promontory off the bed to take up feasting on Batgirl's sopping puss and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how diminutive and pink it appeared as her glossa sampled Inga for the first-class honours degree time. Finding the preference to her liking Batgirl's tongue burrowed oceanic abyss inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could reach. She swirled it around for a clock time causing Inga to lift her hip off the bed in an attempt to allow for Batgirl's spit to diffuse even deeper. After a picayune while Batgirl slid her tongue out but only so she could lick Inga's tumid petty clit instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a stifle moan for it felt as if live electricity was coursing from there across her whole nervous scheme. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger's breadth inside Inga's nasty pussy and started to frig her which triggered a series of climax with each more intense than the live until the Swedish au pair was left trembling and gasping from an excess of pleasure. During this Batgirl had not let up but remain beating and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blonde had been forced to cry out for relief.

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

While not believing that anything she was doing could testify disastrous Batgirl sympathized with the girlfriend after what she had herself suffered at the hands of the Joker so she ceased her drubbing. Due to the purulent muscle muscle spasm Inga was having Batgirl was unable to remove her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a couple of instant Inga had recovered enough that she was able to twist out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a minuscule while, I think. Then we can let more fun. It was just too much you doing those things to me. Ever since you save me I wanted to give thanks you but I never dream you do those affair to me as well. I just want to impart you pleasure, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to render party favor and it was too lots for my poor cheek. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her bosomy consistence on the mattress with a contented smile on her grimace. The smile got larger when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked forefront on Inga's plentiful heart and placing her gloved hand on top of her wispy, prosperous coil. The two remained like that for a short time and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her fingers crept down a few inches and began to encircle Inga's still erect clitoris while her sassing took the Swede's mamilla inside and sucked on it.

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

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

"Thank you for saying so, I feel Saame for you. Never have I felt so, what password you American English use, so horny for any former girl, not even my friend Helga back domicile who teach me about girl erotic love. You lie on rachis and I show you sound 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 all-inclusive after which she spun her own soundbox around so their oral sex were pointed in contrary directions. With a wicked smile she rolled onto her side and entwined her pegleg with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvic girdle were brushing against each early's.

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

The secondly Batgirl nodded Inga began to grind her wet pussy against Batgirl's, sending moving ridge of pleasure throughout both their bodies. It didn't take Batgirl long to catch on, for almost immediately she followed suit as the two bumped pussies until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the outset to cum though Batgirl was closelipped behind and Inga was still in the throes of climax when Batgirl joined her.

This didn't slow down them any but only whetted their appetites for More coming so they continued their scissoring movements, their polish leg and wet pussies writhing against the other. Finally after multiple orgasms Inga shifted her spatial relation so she was no recollective lying down but unsloped 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 short death like French say."

A short clock time later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the crime fighter 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 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 perpetrate her pants all the way up.

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

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

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

Batgirl had to asseverate all her self-discipline to not express joy as she said this but the looking at of immediate, undisguised joy on Inga's face warmed her warmheartedness ( and loins ) greatly.

"Oh I want to but I didn't dare to ambition we see each other again. So then this be kiss good night, O.K. ?"

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her blazon around Batgirl's branch just in vitrine she changed her psyche and tried to leave. She then kissed her rightfield on her wet, turgid pussy rim. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French osculation of a sort, with Inga's agile tongue sliding between her pussy lip. At the Lapplander time the au pair's nose connected with Batgirl's clit stimulating her further.

"Oh yes ! Oh Inga, that feels so full. Don't arrest ! Oh, oh,"Batgirl cried out as her handwriting grabbed Inga's blond hair as paradise beckoned yet again.

Five 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 easy mouth tenderly while staring into her optic before releasing her.

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

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

Without saying another Holy Writ Batgirl sprang out the window onto the blast escape cock. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the soil. Looking up she gave a wave before disappearing into the skittle alley. Coming to her own window a hour later she slid it afford without a auditory sensation before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the window she was about to hit her masque when she noticed there was light streaming into her iniquity bedroom from around the sharpness of the door though she knew no brightness level had been on when she'd left field. Creeping to the door she listened and after a consequence she heard what sounded the likes of quiet respiration. Not knowing what to expect she inched the threshold clear and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the living elbow room she could see the seated figure of a man with his backrest to her. Just as she reached the room access of the bread and butter room a wooden floor board creaked beneath her boot and the figure started.

She stood motionless for a moment as the man stood then turned in her direction. His eyes widened and he dropped a transcript of the police report to the floor below before taking a measure forward.

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END