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


Barbara Gordon peppered the heavy bag with one final flurry of punches but like all previous efforts it left her feeling somehow restless. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the dirty bin before heading for the gym exit. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her onyx marble skin than the steamy gym Department of the Interior had but it didn't cause Barbara to change her plans.

After a quick stretch of her chant quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five nautical mile and thirty five proceedings later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her apartment edifice. A shortly while later after showering Barbara ate her solitary dinner then settled onto the frame with a book. Despite her in effect travail to read she soon found her mind drifting to other weighty subjects.

Two separate cerebration occupied her intelligent psyche to the exclusion of all else. The first was whether she could ever sham the mantle of Batgirl again. For ever since that calamitous Night when the Joker and his gang had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was unsure what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal condemnation from the city she had risked life and limb for legion times fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally strong enough to continue being a masked crime fighter.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a mysterious aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was captive her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and goose egg seemed to help. Cumming only made it worse and she'd been forced to convey extra duad of sensible, white cotton panties with her at all clip so she could modify when they became soaked from her voluminous and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a singles bar ( while disguised in a blond wig and sunglasses ) with the intention of picking up a stranger for anonymous sex. The only thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her needs she still had some lower limit standards and for some reason that night only the dregs of man were submit. 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 turncock with balls.

It had received numerous workouts in the short time she'd owned it and while it helped to fill a void it wasn't the same as a warm, homo body. What was worse was that each orgasm it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd become an unruly nympho and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to turn back the clock. She would wander off into an restless sleep after hours of masturbation, her dildo slick with her own juices lying beside her, only to wake the next morning as horny as ever. She had begun to get gloomy set under her centre from lack of sleep and it was only her science with makeup that prevented others from noticing.

Making matters worse was that region in her life that would let comforted her in the past or been a property of safety no longer were. Due to the circumstances 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 body of work had been lately as an alibi and he hadn't pressed the outlet.

role of that was because he'd been wracked by guilt trip and feeling distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the hired hand ( and assorted other organic structure parts ) of the Joker and his gang. Since he'd been the one to tell her of the Joker's escape and had given her his ( reluctant ) blessing to hunt for him he felt responsible for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a public statement in funding 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 free energy had been directed at trying to get across down the jokester though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the expression of the earth and there wasn't even a rumor of his location in Gotham's underworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no comfort at work for like most plaza in Gotham urban center the Batgirl picture was the main topic of conversation with to the highest degree bibliothec weighing in ( in hushed shade, of course ) on the controversial and lustful subject field. The most hateful commentary came from Miss Peychaud, a prune faced, acerb spinster of the old schooltime whose corking pleasures in life consisted of scolding children who spoke too loudly and maligning any woman more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine per centum of the distaff population.

"Why she's nothing but a common tart and libertine,"she hissed to Mrs. Casey Jones, an owlish and kind gent librarian, as the women took their break inside the staff lounge one fine summer afternoon.

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

"Oh please, dispense with me. Even before her sordid demeanour was exposed for all to see it was plain to me that she had the moral of an alley cat in estrus. 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 doubt that if one were to look closely one could see every detail of her mons venus despite it being technically covered."

"fountainhead I admit her costume isn't loose fitting but she also has the figure to pull up it off. nearly of us would look dopy or worsened if we were to try to dress that way. Still no matter what she wears she's done a lot of just thing. Countless times I've read in the newspapers about her capturing some felon or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my tilt that her so prognosticate heroics are at best exaggerations to sell papers and more likely outright lie. If you dig deeply you'd probably find that she traded intimate favors with these reporters in order for them to write such tripe so she could become illustrious. No, mark my words, what has been revealed in this filthy, adult moving motion-picture show is the real Batgirl - a degenerate tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fists as her wrath 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 listen that fille Gordon was far too young and inexperienced for such a responsibility but it must be nice to have friend in in high spirits places. Barbara tried to remain tranquillize but as all the bile streamed out of Miss Peychaud's mouth she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to place upright with the aim of giving the malicious viper a piece of her intellect another librarian explosion into the way gasping for breath.

"Miss Gordon ! seed quickly, we have a trouble !"

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

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

"composure down Enid,"Barbara told her in a soothing timbre as she headed for the door,"and distinguish me as we walk. Okay ?"

"Oh yes Miss Gordon, I'm sorry I get so excited. But when I became a librarian I didn't realize I'd be dealing with post like this. I thought delinquent library books would be the worst thing I'd have to deal out with."

The early librarian wanting to make out what was happening had stopped their conversation and begun to travel 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 smutty and he smells really bad."

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

"No, that's not the very job although another patron complained about that. So I went over there to investigate, and fille Gordon he's watching pornography on the library computer with the bulk 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 face on her face she didn't want to.

"Yes I'm sure."

With a make up one's mind look in her eye Barbara walked into the computer room while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs Inigo Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could hear the tinny phone of a cleaning woman moaning before she saw the man and Sojourner Truth be told her sore nose smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a recent cause filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham City Criminal liberty Union ) and settled by the urban center that simply smelling or watching smut in the library weren't grounds enough for removal. Still she had to at to the lowest degree try to get him to change his doings for the trade good of the other program library drug user.

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

At the sound of her voice the man swiveled in his president and faced her and it was pass from his appearance that he and bathing were unknown. He was probably middle aged but he was so muddied and unkempt that it was hard to tell for sure. The man was on the thickset position with longish, oleaginous hairsbreadth and an unshaved boldness while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for amber. On seeing the visual sense of feminine comeliness before him he grabbed his privates while leering up at her.

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

Her return died on her lips as her eyes took in the adult female on cover 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 tool filling every pickle. For a moment she remained flash-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 concealment and the man's bulging groin,"was that you could usher some consideration for your fellow depository library frequenter. Could you perhaps turn the mass down or use the allow headphones so as not to commove others ?"

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

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

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

Without saying another word Barbara turned on her bounder and retreated and as she did she could feel his optic staring at her modulate pegleg and butt the whole time. She didn't interruption but strode past the early bibliothec and continued to the figurehead desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the phone she dialed as the early librarians clucked like a flock of hens.

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

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

"Well misfire Peychaud while I'm so please to pick up your approving I've used no connections. I didn't mention my name or my father nor do I design to. The fact is though this soul may consider whatever material he wants on the computer there are other gene which I'll power point out to the police when they arrive which should take tending of this problem, at least for today."

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

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to convince some bleeding heart judge but I don't guardianship. At the least I can tear you with drunk and disorderly and confuse you in the tank until you're sober. And if you give me a hard fourth dimension then I'll accusation you with lewd and lewd doings and who is the evaluator going to believe - a piece of human food waste like you or a sweet youth womanhood like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and leave not only this library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just forget you have rightfield. Now move !"

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

Sighing in relief she thought they'd need to have the janitor disinfect the chair before it could be used again. She future turned her attention to the computer with the intention of closing the windowpane but when she saw what was happening she found herself ineffective to. Barbara did manage to muffle the mass but for the next five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving radical of ‘ histrion'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 monitor she headed to her office where she took the precaution of locking the door before pulling up her skirt and sitting with branch spread encompassing. Since her dildo was back at house 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 formula in the nation's capital and was shaped like the Washington Monument.

Barbara's agile pink lingua first licked the glassful paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her scanty to the side exposing her juicy pussy. Carefully she inserted it between her garden pink lower lips and as it slid inside it made a squishy audio. Barbara was so conjure already that this was enough to trigger off an orgasm though she was far from satiated. She waited until her pussy spasm lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, athirst hole.

Putting one foot up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her judgement flashbacked to the icon she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her achieve another climax within a few minutes it wasn't enough. Using her free hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could fine-tune her vertical nipple while continuing to fuck herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

Closing her eyes she allowed her intense imagination to assume over and if her blighter bibliothec had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would have been dumbfounded. For in her judgment she replayed what had just transpired in the figurer elbow room with a far different outcome. At the point where she had turned to leave Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waist and pushing her blue face first onto the table. His dirty hand pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panties and seconds later he rammed his intemperately putz into her.

In her fantasy he was relentless, pounding her tight pinkness voiceless and degenerate while yanking back on her hair until her neck opening muscles were taut. His other script pinched and slapped her house backside as he continued thrusting testis deep making her cry out with pleasure.

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

It took a few instant for her to recover her labyrinthine sense after her monolithic climax at which point her hired man released her pinnace breast and she slid the trash paperweight from her molten sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

Standing on rickety legs Barbara fixed her clothing before opening a window to air out her office for the heady aroma of distaff lust was overpowering. After that she returned to turn and was able to realize it through the rest of the day without losing dominance again.

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

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

As for the triumphant return of Batgirl it was destiny that decided things for Barbara or at to the lowest degree hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three weeks after the Joker incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment building after a foresightful run. She had been exercising more and more in the hope that tiring herself out might decrease or at least blunt her sex drive with fiddling results to show for it. Despite her running a farseeing length than normal she felt hornier than ever with her pussy wetter than the respite of her hidrosis soaked organic structure. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to encircle the block as a cool down.

Now much as Barbara's flat construction had an alley on one slope as well as behind it so did many of the early flat buildings in the neighborhood. It was while passing such an alley around the corner from her nursing home that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the conniption in the library loitering about while drinking from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory phantasy, in veridical life she had no desire to get within ten foundation of him so she continued jogging.

Still even after returning to her apartment it troubled her that he was about her neighborhood. At the least he was a bibulous nuisance and she suspected if given half a prospect he might do some very mischief. Because of that Barbara decided to forgo putting on the air conditioning despite the summer heat and instead opened her windowpane before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just coincidence Barbara soon heard a whirl as she drank down the dense beverage. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the intimate bum gesticulating wildly while making crude oil and obscene comments. Though she was ineffectual to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a woman by what he was saying. Under pattern circumstances she probably would have phoned the police force while keeping an eye on the situation to take a shit sure it didn't escalate but something snapped in her.

Maybe it was because of how he had acted in the depository library or all her pent up defeat from the past times few week's events but Barbara had reached her breaking detail. 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 pass then she was slithering out her bedchamber window, fastening the cape once she reached the alley.

While her bedroom window faced behind her construction, the kitchen looked out on the side of meat and it was there that she'd seen and heard the bum. Gliding silently forward she turned the corner of the edifice where she saw that he had managed to corner a Young woman pushing a stroller. Barbara recognized her as an au pair from Sweden who was working the summer for a couple 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 lot as in the library he was fondling his genitals while she appeared stop dead with concern and unable to move. There is no telling what would have happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that bit he seized the articulatio radiocarpea of the Loretta Young woman while brandishing a boxcutter in the early 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 hurt you,"he ordered as he let go of her so he could lower his zipper though he never got the chance.

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

He whirled around and saw her standing five feet away with her gloved hands on her pelvic arch, her full, red lips 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 TV I'm guessing it's gon na be my hard cock."

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

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

The adjacent affair Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au dyad was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a mo Batgirl couldn't move as the parsimony of the Scandinavian overwhelmed her pot. The young woman smelled like summer strawberries and waste flower and her soft, voluptuous body felt like Shangri-la to Batgirl but finally she broke the spell she was under decent to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the offspring woman answered as she reluctantly released her savior though she remained so ending that Batgirl could still experience her lovesome breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a phone with you could you call the law ?"Batgirl asked though she was ineffective to look into the young cleaning woman's ice blue eyes as she did so, afraid the au span would be able to see the prurient opinion she was thinking about her.

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

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

He was still conscious though very groggy and it took but a arcminute for Batgirl to roll him onto his stomach and insure his hands with a ziptie she removed from a protrude on her utility belt. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making sure her young charge was okay. The yearling had managed to sleep through all the inflammation and had a peaceful smile on his angelic look. After satisfying herself that he was fine Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

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

Batgirl swallowed hard for though she could feel Inga's center pounding like a pneumatic hammer she also felt the heating system from her fully, shapely breast even through her glove. Once Batgirl's helping hand was pressed to her bountiful tit Inga sighed and closed her centre while holding it in plaza until Batgirl felt her own warmheartedness pace quicken.

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

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

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

Batgirl was spared having to answer for right wing at that moment a law car screeched to a halt at the mouth of the alleyway. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl's hand as the patrolmen climbed from the car and approached them.

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

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

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

"Yes Officer Muldoon, I happened to be in the vicinity when I heard him making threatening comments so I investigated. I found him holding her at knifepoint and he definitely had bad design so I intervened. The tongue is veracious over there,"Batgirl said while pointing out the location of the boxcutter.

"James Whitcomb Riley,"the initiative policeman barked out,"get that in an evidence bag and pee sure not to contaminate it. By the way Batgirl I'm glad to see you're still in the scrap after everything that's happened."

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

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

As officer Muldoon took down Inga's argument his mate was dragging the assailant up to his feet and moving him to the police force car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a pocket-size crowd of onlookers had gathered and even worse was that there were many masses watching from windows in the surrounding buildings. How on earth would she be capable to get back to her own apartment undetected with all these perceiver she wondered.

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

"okey, thank you. I will Officer."

She had started to move 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 oral cavity while slipping something into her hand.

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

The crowd had burst into cheers at the piddling appearance but Inga ignored them as she pushed the saunterer toward the entrance of the building. Batgirl on the other manus 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 officer was speaking to her.

"It's turning into a genus Circus out here so I was wondering if you would care to go to the stationhouse and open your affirmation there ?"

Seeing an out to get away the situation about returning home plate Batgirl nodded in agreement to the suggestion. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

"Since that dirtbag is in the gage seat why don't you ride in the front with us. It might be a little crowd together 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 better than the alternative. officeholder Riley was using the police radio 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 line of the patrol car gave Batgirl a intuitive feeling of nostalgia from when she was a miss and rode on occasion with her father and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying close attending so when Officer James Whitcomb Riley had to finish short due to a traffic light changing she was caught off guard. Officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his odd hand shot out to steady himself and wound up on top of Batgirl's leg compensate 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 accurate his script did move but it began creeping higher up her leg while stroking it softly. Initially Batgirl felt unsure of what to say or do about this. On one hand he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an intimate fashion and to score matter spoiled he had a Au wedding isthmus on his finger so he must be married. But on the other hand she was very horny and his manus felt so good as it climbed higher.

making her determination she spread her second joint wider allowing his hand access code to her covered pile. When the car stopped at the future red light policeman James Whitcomb Riley's script began to caress her other leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her second joint. During all this no one spoke and Batgirl focused her eyes straight ahead as if goose egg out of the ordinary bicycle was taking place. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing orgasm they reached their finish first and both men took their custody away leaving her high though not dry. After first removing the prisoner they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

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

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

He escorted her to an untenanted interview room and once they were inside he closed the doorway behind them. The room contained four metal chairs 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 patch of theme before sitting down and she followed suit.

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

"Of track Officer Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the posterior trying to get comfortable but whether due to the laborious, cold metal or her burning pussycat she was unsuccessful.

Despite that it took only a few instant for her to write everything down in her distinctive running hand 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 articulatio humeri and when she said nothing he slid it down until he was palming her firm boob. Batgirl gasped when he squeezed it and before she knew it his other helping hand was squeezing the other one. Even before he'd touched her breasts her nipples were hard from the air conditioning and his warm tactual sensation only stimulated them further.

In response her go away hand reached across her body until it came into contact with Officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his turn to pant when she started massaging his protuberance through the material of his uniform pant as his erecting swelled larger. She swiveled around in the president so that she had right access to what she wanted and though this caused him to release 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 hand continued rubbing his cock while the other handwriting began unfastening his trousers. Only then did she be active her hand off his gibbousness but just so she could use both hands to jerk down his knickers and shorts. She giggled with pleasure when his hard cock sprang up after being released but it had only a few endorsement of freedom before she took it into her affectionate, inviting mouth.

She took him to the back of her oral cavity in one smoothen movement before pulling back until only his swollen caput remained inside. Batgirl's tongue swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a minute Batgirl began taking him oceanic abyss while continuing to use her nimble spit on his throbbing rooster. Her gloved bridge player reached up and played with his ballock, adding to his joy and if matter had continued like this for much longer he may birth cum earlier than he wished. But just then the door opened and Officer Riley slipped inside the interview room.

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

James Whitcomb Riley wasted no metre but rushed to stand succeeding to his pardner as he fumbled with his uniform pants. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's rigid cock and as soon as Riley's pants were undone her head swooped in. He was only partially erect but her hot mouthpiece soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until James Whitcomb Riley was at total mast, coating his member with her spittle before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the next few minutes Batgirl went back and forth between the two copper, sucking one while stroking and fondling the early until both were going out of their nous with lecherousness. It was military 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 of meat allowing him to unzip the top one-half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was able to polish off it freeing her pert, perky white meat. While this took place Batgirl managed to keep James Whitcomb Riley's stiff cock in her mouth, though she had to momentarily conduct her hand off his balls.

Officer Muldoon's sassing then took her sensitive nipple into his backtalk 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 hour of breast maneuver Muldoon took his mouth away from her firm breast though his paw continued to tweak her nipple.

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

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping James Whitcomb Riley's shaft in her backtalk but she was able-bodied to shift her trunk by raising her ass a few inches off the hot seat allowing Muldoon to pull it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her body so that she was standing in a bent over position which permitted Muldoon to begin working on her bottoms. It wasn't easy as the material was shinny tight and he had to slowly rove it past her hip joint and derriere but with tenacity he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to wait any longer he crouched behind her and buried his face in her lush yellowish pink and due to her rousing it was instantly coated with her seraphic juices.

Batgirl gasped as his tongue worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could extend to after which she began to shake her pelvic arch back and Forth River so that his glossa was literally fucking her. His hands grabbed her hips as he tried pushing his spit deeper into her while her leftfield hand reached back to pull on his pilus. During this she continued to slide her lips the duration of Riley's erecting prompting him to take her breast and squeeze it hard.

"enough clapper,"she cried out after stopping her cock sucking temporarily so she could mouth,"I want your dick in me - now !"

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

Now whether it was because they were partners or just coincidence the two fuzz managed to synchronise their social movement to an weird degree. As Muldoon's cock bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's swollen head probed her throat as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both ending caused her to hold onto Riley's branch for dearest life as she felt an sexual climax building.

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

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

"signal me up for that buddy,"Riley replied as his dick slipped from her back talk with a string of saliva hanging down from it.

"If you're going to fuck me too then help me onto the table first,"Batgirl told him as she straightened her lithe, gymnastic torso 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 boots and pant off so we can give birth some more fun."

Riley went right to function, first removing her high heeled flush before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her side at the edge of the mesa and raised her upper berth leg into the air. James Whitcomb Riley pulled her body to redress where he wanted it before lining his pecker up with her pussy. He rubbed it against her puffy back talk and clit for a bit, doing his best to tease her but Batgirl was having none of that.

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

"military officer Muldoon my little mouth is so empty. Do you know of anything backbreaking and tasty to take it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her aspect and slid his cock between her parted brim and he didn't occlusion until his wiry pubic hair was brushing against the flabby skin of her impertinence. She made a gurgling sound as her pharynx was pierced by his occupy member though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to commit him deeper.

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his wide-cut pecker, using short, powerful thrusts. His hand brought her bare foot to his mouth allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the Lapplander time. This two-base hit teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to draw out his rigid cock from her mouth.

"Hey lets switch places again pal. I don't think I can last-place much foresightful and I'd really like to feel her sweet twat again before I lose it."

Riley made a face for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a commodity partner he consented to the postulation after a couple more rapid pumps of his hips. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl's trunk around so that she was directly on her back and lying widthwise across the board. Because of that her oral sex now hung upside down beyond the tabular array allowing her to easily deep pharynx his erection which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her legs high-pitched in the air with knees bent bringing them near Riley's cheek. He took the come-on and began to osculate and lap up them enthusiastically while continuing to tickle her tonsils.

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

However despite his best sweat her tight pussy muscles soon had him on the edge of sexual climax again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too late. Breathing deeply he slapped his strong meat against her soft pussy a few time before again jamming it back inside her. His handwriting grabbed her ass impudence as he started to Irish pound her as difficult and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley's legs to calm herself as they speared her from both ends. James Whitcomb Riley was holding her metrical unit and kissing them while fucking her face and with each stab his balls collided with her nose. Sensing he was finish Batgirl moved one hand from his leg and managed to caress his orb. That move was all it took to broadcast him over the edge.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's consistence tensed as his ball sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl's pharynx was flooded with his thickset ejaculate. All she could do was live with down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing stopcock until no more came. Gasping for breath he pulled his member from her mouth but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her helping hand grabbed the shaft and held it by her red lips allowing her tongue to lap up his sensitive foreland making him groan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the verge of exploding even before witnessing this erotic prospect unfold only a couplet of animal foot away and watching it was like throwing petrol on his raging fire. He buried his putz in her wet folds one final time as he felt himself swell in anticipation of imminent sexual climax.

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

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

For his theatrical role Muldoon had partially turned his body in the centering of the representative which resulted in his cock slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to dart driblet of white liquid love. All he could do under the luck was stand there while his sperm splattered against the back of her thigh as Chief O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the neighborhood to see what was taking place boss O'Hara quickly stepped inside the audience room closing the doorway behind him before addressing his officers.

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

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

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

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

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

Without saying another word both cop finished fastening their drawers before exiting the room leaving the honcho alone with Batgirl. During the time the foreman had chastened his officeholder Batgirl had rolled off the table and landed catlike on her air feet. As she silently stood there she could find Muldoon's cum sliding down her leg yet even under the strange circumstances she still wasn't satisfied and craved more. Her hope of an additional rhythm with the two fuzz had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to give up yet. Not when there was still another man in the room so she succeeding turned her attention to chief O'Hara.

"I want to rationalise to you Chief for putting you in such a hard post. I don't know what I was thinking in going along with their proffer,"she said batting her eyelashes at him while moving secretive to the big Irish cop.

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

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

"Still I have to yield some of the blame Chief. It can't be easy for a man to rest focused on patronage with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you think Chief O'Hara, do you find it hard to concentrate with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually talky lawman found he was speechless. Now while he was ineffectual to verbally give tongue to himself another part of his body was making its opinion known. For as they stood there a prominent swelling was growing ever heavy in his consistent pant until the Chief worried the seams might burst.

"Oh I see I have my reply,"Batgirl said with a giggle when she noticed the expanding collapsible shelter in his pants."Would you wish some help with that headman ?"

As she asked her gloved deal touched the swelling lump causing the Chief to throb with desire. Even though his lust was making thinking hard he attempted one Thomas More time to do the honorable thing.

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

He then tried to adapt her yellowed cape so it would shroud her unbendable boob in the Bob Hope that the out of pot, out of mind principle might help but as he moved the framework his hand brushed across her tumid nipple. Batgirl let out a groan when he did and her helping hand fondled his groin with More urgency and just like that he was lost. His hand groped her breast while his other arm circled her waist pulling her sexy trunk even closer to his. Bending down his mouth found hers and they exchanged a passionate osculation, their tongues engaging in a bouncing grappling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took bidding of the place. Her hands pushed his burly body backwards until he collided with a chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no fourth dimension but straddled his sit body before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hired man took her breast while the other took off the chieftain's hat and dropped it onto the board before pushing his head toward her bosom.

Needing no further counseling the gaffer began to suck on her breast enthusiastically, trying to fit as a lot of the tender flesh into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her prickly waistline while his free hand moved upward to occupy hold of her neglected breast. His thick thumb and index finger pinched the set up nipple sending sign to both her brain and pussy.

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

For the following few minutes she gave him an enthusiastic lap terpsichore while Chief O'Hara continued sucking on her raw nipples until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her hands on his berm she stood up before taking a measure back. Looking down she felt a moment's embarrassment on seeing the big wet spot she'd left wing on his trousers but she also saw the orotund swelling that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly loosen his belt and trouser and he helped by lifting his ass off the chair allowing her to pull his pants down to his knee. She smiled when she first saw his big cock standing up straight and quick for legal action. The head was enceinte and red with pre-cum already leaking from the slit while the diaphysis was thick and swollen with nervure twisting around it.

Her hand circled the base as she bent down until her rima oris was but an inch above it. Her glossa extended past her red mouth and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative groan in response. Her oculus met his as she opened her oral fissure wide and a second later Batgirl engulfed the bulbous head in her hot mouth.

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

She did just that, bobbing her masked head up and down, taking as much of his turgid cock as would fit into her hungry mouth. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely fall down the shaft until it was soaked and slippery. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted no boost prison term but pulled her verbalise off him though she kept her script firmly around the wide base.

She again straddled his sitting configuration and lowered her own dead body while guiding his peter right where she desired. They moaned in unison as his deep phallus pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't stoppage until he was fully inside her. Only then did she break for a consequence to allow her body to adapt for though Chief O'Hara wasn't yearner than his officeholder he was certainly thicker.

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

Placing her hands on his all-encompassing berm she began to bounce up and down on his fat cock while making sure to tip forward so her chest were within range of his mouth. The chieftain didn't disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her jutting nipple and lightly bit it. At the Saami clock time his strong mitt grabbed wait of her toned ass cheeks and squeezed them.

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

He didn't reply for he preferred to use his mouth to extend to suck and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her assertion for he'd never felt a tighter puss. Her intragroup muscles squeezed his swollen erection like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the enjoyable feeling. As she moved on him his hired man reached up and took hold of her yellow usefulness whang. Once he had a steadfastly grip on it he used it to pull her down hard onto his stopcock before she would mount up again and this succession was repeated over and over again.

They were so caught up in what they were doing that neither was aware that another person had quietly entered the room. The figure stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvis on Chief O'Hara's shillelagh with great interest. Though there was plentitude to see his center remained settle on on her toned and perfectly shaped backside to the exclusion of all else. Visions from the past flooded his nous as he remembered another derriere just as perfect that he had never forgotten or gotten over losing.

Before he even realized what he was doing Commissioner Epistle of James Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing cock to hightail it the confines of his dress morass. Spitting onto his bridge player he began to stroke himself in time to her movements until his erection had reached its wide-cut dimensions at which metre he moved toward her with only one affair on his judgment, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no matter the consequences.

The first Batgirl was mindful that someone else was in the room was when she felt something hot and severe touch her ass cheek as it attempted to enter her knit back entrance. Due to her body's movement it was ineffective to bring in admittance however. Before she had a opportunity to react she heard a comrade voice that shook her to the Congress of Racial Equality of her being, freezing her muscles as if they were paralyzed while causing her mind to go numb from the unexpected cushion.

"Well Chief, I can see what's delayed you and I can't say I blame you. Would you mind doing your old ally a favour ? I'm having a bit of difficulty slipping into Batgirl's beautiful butt. Could you spread her ass so I can demonstrate some old school style sodomy."

"Whatever you want Commissioner but would you prefer for me to leave ?"the headman asked as his hands pulled Batgirl's sylphlike ass impertinence as far apart as they would go.

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

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his vauntingly mushroom heading against her cockle mess which slowly yielded to the exigent insistence. He grunted as he forced it past her anal ring and even though her world-class defense was breached he found her ass so tight he had to pause momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some ascendancy of her module but all she managed to do under the sordid portion was to swallow up her face against Chief O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick fellow member further into her tight ass and though it resisted the intrusion he persevered as inch after in slowly disappeared inside her back channel. Only after he had buried his full length in Batgirl's plunder deep did Commissioner Gordon stop and that was so that he could fully savor the maven. Taking a deep breather he then slid most of his cock out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a strangle moan from his masked daughter's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the Chief started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her soused holes to the brim with hard cock. In less than two hour Chief O'Hara could find himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulant of Batgirl's incredibly tight snatch on him was the tactual sensation of the Commissioner's driving shaft on the early side of her pussy tissue layer. His nerve turned red and his chest heaved as nirvana on earth beckoned.

"halo be ! It's like the nonesuch be marching in me blarney I. F. Stone !"he cried out as his shillalah exploded deep inside Batgirl's wet cave, flooding her with his cream.

Aware that his friend was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until Chief O'Hara had finished discharging and his rubicund face had regained its rule color. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl's waist and holding her tightly he straightened his body up while pulling her with him. This caused the Chief's spent cock to slip out of Batgirl's cunt as her body rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, one-half carried her hobble dead body to the mesa 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 uniform pants.

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

Putting his words into legal action Commissioner Gordon began to slide his erection in and out of her at a leisurely pace. He went nice and decelerate, reveling as each inch went into her wet back door until his ball would meet her wet piffling pussy at which sentence he would reverse direction until only the tip of his stopcock remained inside her gather kettle of fish. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her knocker, hands and cheek resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her unknowingness father.

Despite her placid outside Barbara's idea was in turmoil as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was haywire she knew, for beginner and daughters weren't supposed to engage in sexual carnal knowledge and yet to her attaint part of her wanted it to remain. It felt so practiced and where was the harm she reasoned. He didn't bring in it was his own daughter for he'd never shown an inkling of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their fundamental interaction. To give birth him hold on might actually wind up his suspicion that something wasn't right wing about the post and since he was only using her ass there was no fortune of an incestuous sister resulting from the forbidden act.

So though she still had misgivings Barbara decided the effective grade of action was to let matter proceed and bask herself to the broad but to never let it pass again. Having made her decisiveness she concluded that there was only one additional matter that would throw the actual act more enjoyable.

"Commissioner,"she said in a low, quaver part,"may I ask you something ?"

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

"By any uhhn chance do you oohh have a pair of handcuffs with you ?"she gasped out as her forefather continued tapping her tantalizing fundament.

On hearing the question his optic lit up with a perverted gleaming that to the highest degree who knew the respected commissioner of police had never seen or would induce expected to. Reaching into the pocket of his suit jacket his hand emerged with a duet of glazed bracelets.

"I have just what you need here Batgirl. Old habits die gruelling and though I'm now the commissioner I've never forgotten how I started out as a bare patrolman. Consequently I always carry handcuff and a police 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 manacle onto her aright articulatio radiocarpea but instead of attaching the other his hand grabbed her by the shoulder joint and pulled her body upright.

"Though I would never do this with an existent suspect I think it makes more signified to cuff your hands in front of you Batgirl. I have the tactile sensation they'll do you more salutary there, you may discover a use for them."

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

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

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chair's location so that her pass and articulatio humeri could just reach the table with her knack at the waist. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to fuck her again, this time with more force so that each time he bottomed out she let out a footling whimper. This caused him to smile as he savored the feeling of her fuddled ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

"Play with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a practiced little slattern. That's right, finger your little pussycat while I use your hot ass."

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

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

It was that store 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 Doctor had advised the duet to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the difficult birth. At the time he had been in his intimate prime, always horny and insatiate and it had been difficult for him to abstain and to his proud judgment masturbation was not a feasible option.

So at 1st they had practiced oral sex but her skills weren't up to the project of satisfying him multiple times each day. She'd been the one to first suggest the alternative and he had readily agreed, no incertitude inspired by her unbelievable arse. He had gone slow and easy the first fourth dimension in edict to not smart 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 hired man had immediately taken to it like a fish to water system. The only reason he hadn't initially revealed how much he enjoyed it was due to her tepid reaction. But each additional clock time he sodomized her ass the pleasure increased and the more he wanted to until it became an obsession. It was after she recovered and was able to engage in convention 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 water parting grew between them. After that it was only a matter of time until other topic reared their head teacher and ultimately they separated. A couple of years later they finalized their divorcement with her moving away and him getting custody of their daughter.

Ever since then he had searched in vain for another perfect ass to satisfy him the like way his ex's had for that short time and he'd never found it. The respectable adult female he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to fulfill his abnormal desires forcing him to take aim extreme beat. So on rare social function when he couldn't take it anymore the respected public servant had traveled to Atlantic metropolis where he had engaged the Service of professional escorts to satisfy his anal sex compulsion.

Such military action had always gone against the grain of his sterling character for he hated to break the law, even if not in his own metropolis and a victimless law-breaking, but he could only resist the sinewy urges for so long before something had to give. And now for the commencement time since his divorce he'd seemingly found the sodding substitute in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her utility program belt he increased the hurrying of his hips, slamming his full, thick length into her with each thrust.

Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her fingers deep into her pussy as he pounded her ass until she climaxed once again, crying out in her abandon. For Commissioner Gordon's share hearing her cum was the net husk as he buried his rooster as cryptic as it could go. Seconds later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a pelter of thick, egg white cum. His torso trembled and his warmness 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 best way to convince her to micturate this a fixture occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum ready to emerge so he squeezed right below his well up cockhead to serve it on its way. As it fell his hand had continued pulling on her utility whang and the death drop of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's oculus narrowed for right wing next to the Patrick Victor Martindale White, melted pearl was a typical birthmark 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 joy when one final lick pushed her to the summit. She paused there an minute before soaring even gamey as she floated on wafture of orgasmic cloud nine toward sexual nirvana. Her unit body felt at one with the universe of discourse as she let out a number of drawn out moans reflecting the high-minded enjoyment she was feeling. Though her eyes were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic drape of colors and lights and she felt her toes curl inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an eternity in paradise she drifted back down to earth. Languidly she opened her centre and focused them on Inga's head nestled between her set out thigh. The au pair was still licking her succulent, juicy peach though now at a slower step with an occasional light osculation to Batgirl's internal thigh.

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

"Yes Inga. Words can't press out how much I'm enjoying it, you have a very talented mouthpiece. But you must block up for a minute."

"But why ? I want to lick you until my glossa is too shopworn to run. You deserve it and your kitty-cat tastes so good to me."

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

"okey for that I stop,"Inga replied moving from her prone military position to where she was on her mitt and knees.

She crawled forward until Batgirl could pack her head with both manus at which metre she kissed the Swedish lulu. Their lips moved against each other's and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their spit next slipped inside the other's mouth where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and weak with desire.

When the kiss ended Inga attempted to move back down but Batgirl had former programme. Using a judo relocation she flipped the larger girl onto her backbone after which she maneuvered her thighs so they were astride Inga's head then lowered her own trunk so they were in a sixty-nine office. Inga wasted no clock time in raising her read/write head off the bed to re-start feasting on Batgirl's sopping puss and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how petite and pink it appeared as her tongue sampled Inga for the first time. Finding the taste to her liking Batgirl's tongue burrowed deep inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could reach. She swirled it around for a time causing Inga to lift her pelvis off the bed in an attempt to grant Batgirl's tongue to sink in even bass. After a trivial while Batgirl slid her tongue out but only so she could lick Inga's erect little clit instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a muffled moan for it felt as if subsist electricity was coursing from there across her whole nervous system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved digit inside Inga's tight cunt and started to frig her which triggered a serial publication of coming with each more intense than the last until the Swedish au pair was left shakiness and gasping from an nimiety of joy. 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 establish me mercy. delight !"

While not believing that anything she was doing could try black Batgirl sympathized with the girl after what she had herself suffered at the paw of the joker so she ceased her beating. Due to the pussy muscle muscle spasm Inga was having Batgirl was ineffective to remove her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a couple of min Inga had recovered enough that she was able-bodied to squirm out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a piffling while, I think. Then we can have more fun. It was just too a good deal you doing those things to me. Ever since you save me I wanted to thank you but I never dream you do those affair to me as well. I just want to wreak you pleasance, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to bring back party favor and it was too practically for my poor boldness. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her voluptuous body on the mattress with a contented smile on her face. The smile got larger when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked head on Inga's rich breast and placing her gloved hand on top of her wispy, gilded ringlets. 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 circle Inga's still erect clit while her oral cavity took the Swede's nipple inside and sucked on it.

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

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

"Thank you for saying so, I feel same for you. Never have I felt so, what word you American language use, so horny for any other girl, not even my supporter Helga back home plate who teach me about girl love. You lie on book binding and I show you undecomposed time."

No sooner had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into position. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's second joint until they were spread wide after which she spun her own body around so their heads were pointed in face-to-face directions. With a pixilated smile she rolled onto her side and entwined her branch with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvises were brushing against each other's.

Taking a oceanic abyss breath Inga grabbed Batgirl's bare thigh then asked"Are you gear up ?"

The secondment Batgirl nodded Inga began to grind her wet pussy against Batgirl's, sending Wave 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 twat until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the first to cum though Batgirl was finale behind and Inga was still in the throe of climax when Batgirl joined her.

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

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

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

"Please wait Batgirl, one more favour 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 cobbler's last candy kiss to commemorate me by, please."

Stifling a smile Batgirl stroked the au pair's boldness before responding.

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

Batgirl had to maintain all her will power to not laugh as she said this but the look of immediate, undisguised joy on Inga's face warmed her pump ( and loins ) greatly.

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

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her arms around Batgirl's branch just in case she changed her mind and tried to leave. She then kissed her right on her wet, intumescent pussy brim. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French kiss of a kind, with Inga's nimble knife sliding between her kitty lips. At the same metre the au couple's nose connected with Batgirl's clit stimulating her further.

"Oh yes ! Oh Inga, that feels so good. Don't stopover ! Oh, oh,"Batgirl cried out as her hands grabbed Inga's blond hair as heaven 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 middle before releasing her.

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

"You make certainly you do my heroine,"the Scandinavian stunner replied as she reluctantly took her handwriting off her new fan's perfect ass.

Without saying another Bible Batgirl sprang out the windowpane onto the flak safety valve. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the ground. Looking up she gave a wave before disappearing into the alley. Coming to her own windowpane a minute later she slid it open without a sound before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the window she was about to remove her mask when she noticed there was light streaming into her drear bedroom from around the edge of the doorway though she knew no light had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the door she listened and after a moment she heard what sounded like tranquility breathing. Not knowing what to look she inched the doorway loose and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the living way she could see the seated shape of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the threshold of the living elbow room a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her boot and the public figure started.

She stood motionless for a consequence as the man stood then turned in her direction. His optic widened and he dropped a written matter of the police force report to the level below before taking a gradation forward.

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END