The Joke's On Batgirl
( The Sequel to The turkey's On Batgirl )
By rutger5 Copyright 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the heavy bag with one final exam fuss of punches but like all previous efforts it left her feeling somehow unsatiated. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the contaminating bin before heading for the gym exit. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her alabaster skin than the sticky gym interior had but it didn't cause Barbara to change her plans.

After a quick stretch of her toned quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five miles and thirty five minute later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her apartment building. A short spell later after showering Barbara ate her solitary dinner party then settled onto the couch with a Word of God. Despite her best endeavour to read she soon found her mind drifting to early weightier subjects.

Two severalize thoughts occupied her sound brain to the exclusion of all else. The number 1 was whether she could ever get into the mantle of Batgirl again. For ever since that fateful night when the jokester and his gang had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was unsure what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal joint curse from the city she had risked life and limb for numerous times fed into her doubtfulness but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally strong enough to carry on being a masked crime fighter.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a occult 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 aid. Cumming only made it worse and she'd been forced to comport extra couple of sensitive, White person cotton plant panties with her at all times so she could convert when they became fuddled from her copious and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a singles bar ( while disguised in a blonde wig and sunglasses ) with the aim of picking up a alien for anonymous sex. The just thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her needs she still had some minimum measure and for some reasonableness that night only the dregs of humanity were present. So she had settled for visiting a sleazy sex shop in Gotham's red-light district instead, purchasing a large, naturalistic dildo that resembled a tool with balls.

It had received legion physical exercise in the short time she'd owned it and while it helped to fill a void it wasn't the Lapp as a warm, human body. What was worse was that each orgasm it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd become an uncontrollable nymphomaniac and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to turn back the clock. She would drift off into an nervous sleep after hours of masturbation, her dildo slick with her own juice lying beside her, only to wake the side by side morning as horny as ever. She had begun to get dark circles under her eyes from lack of eternal sleep and it was only her skill with makeup that prevented others from noticing.

Making matters worse was that areas in her aliveness that would take in comforted her in the yesteryear or been a position of refuge no longer were. Due to the luck of what had happened Barbara had avoided her beginner, at least in the flesh, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how meddlesome and pall work had been lately as an excuse and he hadn't pressed the payoff.

Part of that was because he'd been wracked by guilty conscience and feeling distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the bridge player ( and assorted other torso parting ) of the jokester and his gang. Since he'd been the one to secern her of the jokester's evasion and had given her his ( reluctant ) blessing to hunt for him he felt responsible for for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a world instruction in support of Batgirl in the wake, 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 track down the joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the look of the earth and there wasn't even a hearsay of his location in Gotham's underworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no comfort at workplace for like most post in Gotham metropolis the Batgirl video was the independent theme of conversation with most librarian weighing in ( in hushed tones, of course ) on the controversial and lewd content. The most hateful comments came from Miss Peychaud, a prune faced, acid spinster of the old school whose corking pleasures in spirit consisted of scolding children who spoke too loudly and maligning any woman more attractive than she was, which was roughly XC nine percent of the female population.

"Why she's null but a common tart and libertine,"she hissed to Mrs. Jones, an owlish and genial swain librarian, as the woman took their prisonbreak inside the staff couch one fine summertime afternoon.

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

"Oh please, part with me. Even before her sordid conduct was exposed for all to see it was field to me that she had the moral of an alley cat in hotness. I mean have you seen the getup that she prances around in ? It's so skintight that it's a wonder she can breathe at all and I have no doubtfulness that if one were to look closely one could see every detail of her Mon venus despite it being technically covered."

"Well I admit her costume isn't loose fitting but she also has the figure to pull it off. Most of us would look jerky or big if we were to try to cut back that way. Still no matter what she wears she's done a lot of expert things. Countless times I've read in the newspaper about her capturing some criminal or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my contention that her so cry heroics are at best exaggerations to sell report and more likely outright prevarication. If you dig mysterious you'd probably find that she traded intimate favors with these reporters in order for them to write such tripe so she could suit famous. No, tag my parole, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving picture is the very Batgirl - a degenerate tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fists as her anger grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old woman for after Barbara had been appointed principal librarian Miss Peychaud had told anyone that would listen that miss Gordon was far too young and inexperienced for such a responsibility but it must be squeamish to have protagonist in high topographic point. Barbara tried to remain calm but as all the bile streamed out of miss Peychaud's mouth she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to stand with the intention of giving the malicious viper a musical composition of her mind another bibliothec flare-up into the room gasping for breath.

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

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

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

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

"Oh yes young woman Gordon, I'm sorry I get so excited. 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 worst affair I'd have to deal with."

The former bibliothec wanting to screw what was happening had stopped their conversation and begun to follow Barbara and Enid while listening intently.

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

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

"No, that's not the literal problem although another supporter complained about that. So I went over there to investigate, and young lady Gordon he's watching porno on the library computing machine with the volume turned up all the way."

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

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

"Yes I'm sure."

With a set look in her eye Barbara walked into the computer way while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs John Luther Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could hear the tinny audio of a charwoman moaning before she saw the man and true statement be told her sensible horn in smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a Holocene epoch lawsuit filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham City Criminal indecorum union ) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching lampblack in the depository library weren't grounds enough for removal. Still she had to at to the lowest degree try to get him to modify his doings for the good of the other program library substance abuser.

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

At the phone of her voice the man swiveled in his chair and faced her and it was authorize from his show that he and bathing were alien. He was probably middle aged but he was so filthy and unkempt that it was arduous to recite for sure. The man was on the thickset side with longish, greasy hair and an unshaven grimace while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for gold. On seeing the vision of feminine comeliness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

"Hey baby, you want some of what she's getting on 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 retort died on her backtalk as her centre took in the cleaning lady on projection screen who was the receiver of a gangbang. Barbara felt a chill run through her yearning soundbox as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple hard prick filling every cakehole. For a moment she remained block 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 filmdom and the man's bulging inguen,"was that you could demo some consideration for your fella subroutine library patrons. Could you perhaps turn the volume down or use the bring home the bacon headphones so as not to vex others ?"

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

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

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

Without saying another word Barbara turned on her dog and retreated and as she did she could find his eyes staring at her tone legs and edge the whole meter. She didn't pause but strode past the other librarian and continued to the front man desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the phone she dialed as the other librarians clucked like a flock of hens.

"Yes, Gotham City Police Department. I'm calling from the main leg of the Gotham city program library where we're having a bit of a job with someone. Could you please send a patrol car here as soon as possible ? Thank you so much,"she said before hanging up.

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

"Well Miss Peychaud while I'm so delight to encounter your favourable reception I've used no connections. I didn't acknowledgment my name or my begetter nor do I plan to. The fact is though this person may look at whatever fabric he wants on the electronic computer there are other factors which I'll tip out to the police when they arrive which should take charge of this problem, at to the lowest degree for today."

True to her watchword Barbara spoke to the responding ship's officer and accompanied them to the data processor elbow room. When the man saw them he immediately began to protest loudly about his rights when the Old of the two officers cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able-bodied to win over some phlebotomise heart judge but I don't care. At the least I can charge you with inebriate and disorderly and project you in the storage tank until you're sober. And if you give me a hard time then I'll charge you with lewd and lascivious conduct and who is the evaluator going to think - a man of human garbage like you or a Sweet young 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 block you have rights. Now move !"

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

Sighing in relief she thought they'd need to have the janitor disinfect the chair before it could be used again. She next turned her tending to the computer with the intention of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself unable to. Barbara did manage to mute the volume but for the following five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving radical of ‘ actors'double penetrated the young woman.

It was only when she felt her own secretions start trickling past her scanty and down her thigh that she moved. Turning off the monitor lizard she headed to her office where she took the safeguard of locking the door before pulling up her skirt and sitting with legs spread wide. Since her dildo was back at dwelling house Barbara had to improvize with what was uncommitted. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the trick. It was a memento from when she had attended a librarian convention in the Carry Amelia Moore Nation's capital and was shaped like the WA Monument.

Barbara's agile pink tongue first licked the methamphetamine paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her panties to the English exposing her juicy puss. Carefully she inserted it between her pink lower lips and as it slid inside it made a squishy sound. Barbara was so aroused already that this was plenty to trigger an orgasm though she was far from satiated. She waited until her slit spasm lessened before pushing it deeper into her tight, hungry hole.

Putting one invertebrate foot up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her head flashbacked to the images she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her accomplish another orgasm within a few minutes it wasn't enough. Using her free hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could pick off her erect nipple while continuing to fuck herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

shutting her eyes she allowed her vivid imaging to adopt over and if her associate bibliothec had known what perverted opinion she was imagining they would throw been dumbfounded. For in her mind she replayed what had just transpired in the computer room with a far different consequence. At the point where she had turned to leave Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waist and pushing her downwardly face first onto the table. His filthy hand pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panties and mo later he rammed his voiceless pecker into her.

In her fantasy he was relentless, pounding her tight pinkness hard and loyal while yanking back on her pilus until her cervix muscles were taut. His early hand pinched and slapped her house backside as he continued thrusting nut inscrutable making her cry out with pleasure.

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

It took a few minutes for her to reclaim her sense of balance after her massive orgasm at which decimal point her hand released her bid breast and she slid the field glass 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 shaky legs Barbara fixed her clothing before opening a window to air out her office for the rash aroma of distaff lustfulness was overpowering. After that she returned to act upon and was able-bodied to build 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 murder costume from her rented service department and set about mending it. Perhaps exhort by her now increased libido she did get some alterations to it however. Where previously it had been a one objet d'art skintight jumpsuit, with a zip in the dorsum, she turned it into two art object.

The top plane section she simply hemmed at the waist leaving the zip fastener intact while also hemming the top of the rear end division and of course of action mending what department 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 remainder of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking orgasm while watching it all blossom out in the mirror.

As for the triumphant regaining of Batgirl it was lot that decided things for Barbara or at to the lowest degree hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three calendar week after the Joker incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment edifice after a retentive run. She had been exercising Thomas More and more in the Hope that tiring herself out might lessen or at least blunt her sex drive with little solution to designate for it. Despite her running a longer space than normal she felt hornier than ever with her cunt bed wetter than the rest of her perspiration soaked body. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to circle the block as a cool off down.

Now much as Barbara's apartment building had an alleyway on one side as well as behind it so did many of the early apartment buildings in the neighborhood. It was while passing such an alley around the recess from her domicile that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the prospect in the library loitering about while drinking from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory fantasy, in real sprightliness she had no desire to get within ten feet of him so she continued jogging.

Still even after returning to her apartment it troubled her that he was about her neighborhood. At the least he was a drunken pain and she suspected if given half a chance he might do some real deviltry. Because of that Barbara decided to forego putting on the air conditioning despite the summer heat and instead opened her windows before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just coincidence Barbara soon heard a disruption as she drank down the chummy beverage. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the familiar bum gesticulating wildly while making petroleum and obscene remark. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a char by what he was saying. Under normal circumstance she probably would have phoned the police while keeping an eye on the position to hit 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 frustration from the retiring few workweek's case but Barbara had reached her breaking point. Sprinting to her bedroom she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in platter metre. No sooner had she slipped the wig and mask on her head word then she was slithering out her bedroom windowpane, fastening the cape once she reached the back street.

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

The young lady must give been cutting through the alley on her regaining when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. Much as in the library he was fondling his private parts while she appeared icy with fear and ineffectual to move. There is no telling what would have got happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that moment he seized the wrist of the Danton True Young woman while brandishing a boxcutter in the other hand. He dragged her away from the stroller and toward the dumpster.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The adjacent thing Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au pair was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a instant Batgirl couldn't move as the minginess of the Nordic overwhelmed her senses. The young woman smelled like summer strawberries and wild flowers and her soft, voluptuous body felt like heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the tour she was under enough to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the Danton True Young cleaning lady answered as she reluctantly released her Christ though she remained so closemouthed that Batgirl could still palpate her warm breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a phone with you could you call the police ?"Batgirl asked though she was ineffective to take care into the young adult female's ice blue eyes as she did so, afraid the au yoke would be able to see the lustful thoughts she was thinking about her.

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

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

He was still conscious though very groggy and it took but a mo for Batgirl to roll him onto his stomach and secure his hands with a ziptie she removed from a protrude on her service program belt. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making sure her young boot was okay. The bambino had managed to sleep through all the turmoil and had a peaceful smile on his angelic face. After satisfying herself that he was alright Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

"police on way Batgirl, you are my heroine ! I was so daunt when that man grab me and then you were there to save me. But my heart and soul still beating so fast ! Here, you see,"she said taking Batgirl's script and placing it on her ample chest.

Batgirl swallowed heavily for though she could find Inga's heart pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heat from her full, shapely breast even through her baseball glove. Once Batgirl's hired man was pressed to her bountiful bosom Inga sighed and closed her eye while holding it in blank space until Batgirl felt her own heart rate quicken.

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

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

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

Batgirl was spared having to do for rightfulness at that moment a police force car screeched to a halt at the back talk of the alley. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl's hand as the patrolmen climbed from the car and approached them.

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

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

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

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

"Riley,"the first officer barked out,"get that in an grounds bag and make sure not to contaminate it. By the way Batgirl I'm glad to see you're still in the battle after everything that's happened."

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

"Now young woman,"he said addressing Inga,"I'm going to call for some data from you for my report."

As police officer Muldoon took down Inga's statement his pardner was dragging the assailant up to his feet and moving him to the law car. By the sentence he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a small crowd of onlooker had gathered and even worse was that there were many mass watching from windows in the surrounding buildings. How on earth would she be able to get back to her own apartment undetected with all these observers she wondered.

"All right Miss Oleson I believe we have adequate to go on for now. We'll be in rival with you as the case proceeds. better get the little fellow back home."

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

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

"That circuit board has my peregrine figure and email address on it so meet me. Tomorrow is my off day,"she whispered before going.

The crowd had burst into cheer at the little show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the perambulator toward the entering 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 officeholder was speaking to her.

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

Seeing an out to escape the spot about returning home 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 backbone keister why don't you ride in the front with us. It might be a slight 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 cosy fit it was certainly better than the choice. Officer Riley was using the police radio to report they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the front of the patrol car gave Batgirl a feeling of nostalgia from when she was a lady friend and rode on occasion with her begetter and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying airless attention so when Officer Riley had to stop short circuit due to a dealings light changing she was caught off sentry duty. military officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his left script shot out to steady himself and hoist up on top of Batgirl's leg right above her knee.

"Sorry,"he mumbled.

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

Well to be more accurate his hand 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 helping hand he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an inner fashion and to make matters high-risk he had a gold wedding stripe on his digit so he must be married. But on the former manus she was very horny and his hand felt so good as it climbed higher.

qualification her determination she spread her thigh wider allowing his script access to her covered agglomerate. When the car stopped at the future red light Officer Riley's hand began to fondle her other leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her thighs. During all this no one spoke and Batgirl focused her eyes straight ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary was taking place. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing orgasm they reached their goal first and both men took their helping hand away leaving her senior 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 human 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 attach to him.

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

"Just drop a line down what happened today if you don't mind and I'll attach it to our functionary report later."

"Of course Officer Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the tail end trying to get comfortable but whether due to the intemperately, cold metal or her electrocution puss she was unsuccessful.

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

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

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

In response her left script reached across her body until it came into striking with Officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his turn to gasp when she started massaging his excrescence through the material of his uniform pants as his hard-on swelled heavy. She swiveled around in the chair so that she had better access to what she wanted and though this caused him to give up her breasts with what she was doing it was more than a evenhandedly trade off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one hand continued rubbing his cock while the early handwriting began unfastening his trouser. Only then did she move her bridge player off his bulge but just so she could use both hands to yank down his trouser and boxers. She giggled with delight when his intemperately peter sprang up after being released but it had only a few bit of exemption before she took it into her strong, inviting mouth.

She took him to the book binding of her mouth in one tranquil motion before pulling back until only his intumesce pass 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 cryptical while continuing to use her nimble lingua on his throbbing shaft. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his testis, adding to his pleasance 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 military officer Riley slipped inside the audience room.

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

Riley wasted no time but rushed to stand next to his mate 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 unstuck her head swooped in. He was only partially rear but her hot sassing soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until James Whitcomb Riley was at full mast, coating his penis with her saliva before switching her care back to Muldoon.

For the next few min 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 lust. It was Officer Muldoon that switched thing 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 face allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was able to remove it freeing her pert, buoyant breasts. While this took place Batgirl managed to keep James Whitcomb Riley's stiff prick in her mouth, though she had to momentarily call for her hand off his balls.

policeman Muldoon's lips then took her sensitive mammilla into his mouth and sucked on it while his tongue ran back and Forth over the upright nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a dampen moan as she continued sucking on Riley's erection for all she was worth. After a minute of breast maneuver Muldoon took his mouthpiece away from her firm tit though his hand continued to fine-tune her nipple.

"Batgirl, do you remember you can place upright ? I really want to taste your snatch if I can."

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

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her body so that she was standing in a set over position which permitted Muldoon to begin working on her bottom. It wasn't easy as the fabric was skin tight and he had to slowly range it past her hips and derriere but with perseverance he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to expect any longer he crouched behind her and buried his typeface in her succulent peach and due to her arousal it was instantly coated with her sweet juices.

Batgirl gasped as his clapper worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could give after which she began to shake her hip back and Forth River so that his tongue was literally fucking her. His paw grabbed her rose hip as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her allow hand reached back to pull on his hair. During this she continued to skid her lips the distance of Riley's erection prompting him to take her breast and pressure it hard.

"sufficiency knife,"she cried out after stopping her cock sucking temporarily so she could speak,"I want your cock in me - now !"

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his clapper from her honey pot before standing. It took but a few seconds for him to lead his erecting to her waiting mess and she was so wet he sank orchis deep with one drive. After letting out a little pant Batgirl resumed sucking on Riley as Muldoon pumped her from behind.

Now whether it was because they were cooperator or just coincidence the two bull managed to synchronize their apparent movement to an uncanny point. As Muldoon's shaft bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's swollen chief probed her throat as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both ends caused her to control onto Riley's branch for affectionately life as she felt an orgasm building.

A few stab later she was cumming on Muldoon's member, her succus seeping onto and past his driving turncock. 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 sentence. It wasn't that he didn't want to cum but he also wished to prolong the pleasance so after one Sir Thomas More thrusting he pulled out of her tight, clenching pussy.

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

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

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

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

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

Riley went right to work on, first removing her high heeled boot before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her side at the border of the table and raised her upper leg into the air. Riley pulled her dead body to compensate where he wanted it before lining his cock up with her pussy. He rubbed it against her puffy lips and clit for a bit, doing his best to tease her but Batgirl was having none of that.

Her gloved bridge player reached down and wrapped around the shaft just below the fountainhead and brought it to her possible action before guiding it inside her brim. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her pussy he surrendered to it and slip abstruse inside her wet folds. Now that Riley was where she wanted she turned her attention back to Muldoon who was standing nearby slowly stroking his erection.

"Officer Muldoon my piddling sass is so discharge. Do you love of anything hard and tasty to occupy it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her aspect and slid his stopcock between her parted lips and he didn't stop until his wiry pubic hair's-breadth was brushing against the subdued skin of her boldness. She made a ripple 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 pull him deeper.

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his wide pecker, using short, right stab. His hand brought her unsheathed foot to his oral fissure allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the same meter. This double teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his strict cock from her mouth.

"Hey lets trade places again pal. I don't think I can last very much retentive and I'd really like to palpate her sweet puss again before I lose it."

Riley made a side for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a good partner he consented to the postulation after a match more rapid pump of his hips. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl's body around so that she was flat on her rachis and lying widthwise across the table. Because of that her chief now hung upside down beyond the table allowing her to easily deep throat his erecting which she was soon doing. Showing her tractability Batgirl also lifted both her legs high in the air with knees bent bringing them near Riley's side. He took the bait and began to snog and lick them enthusiastically while continuing to vibrate her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to concluding as long as possible didn't penetrate her slit at commencement but instead slid his cock along her wet crinkle. While this felt good to them both, especially to Batgirl each clock time his helmet drumhead collided with her clit, it also allowed him some time to take root down a bit. Even when he did put down inside her gate of Eden he went ho-hum than he desired in edict to prolong his pleasure.

However despite his best exertion her tight pussycat muscles soon had him on the border of orgasm again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too late. Breathing deeply he slapped his strong essence against her soft pussy a few meter before again jamming it back inside her. His script grabbed her ass cheeks as he started to Pound her as hard and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley's legs to brace herself as they speared her from both oddment. Riley was holding her feet and kissing them while fucking her face and with each poking his orchis collided with her nozzle. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one script from his leg and managed to caress his globe. That move was all it took to send him over the border.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's dead body tensed as his ballock sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl's pharynx was flooded with his thick come. All she could do was swallow down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing cock until no more came. Gasping for breathing space he pulled his appendage from her mouth but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her deal grabbed the shaft and held it by her red back talk allowing her tongue to lick his tender pass making him groan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the brink of exploding even before witnessing this erotic aspect unfold only a couple of foundation away and watching it was like throwing gasoline on his raging fire. He buried his calamus in her wet folds one final time as he felt himself swell in anticipation of at hand orgasm.

"May the ideal preserve us ! Now what in Shangri-la's name is going on in here ?"the garish voice of Chief O'Hara called out catching the three of them by surprise.

Riley whose eubstance had been facing in the guidance of the doorway had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent cock and was unaware that the room access had even opened. On hearing the Chief he'd first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to displume his uniform trousers up to embrace his disclose member.

For his piece Muldoon had partially turned his body in the direction of the voice which resulted in his dick slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to germinate drop cloth of egg white liquified love. All he could do under the circumstances was stand there while his sperm cell splattered against the back of her thigh as foreman O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the vicinity to see what was taking topographic point Chief O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview 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 hunky-dory lass waiting at nursing home for you. What would she think of what you've been doing ? I'm 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 comments for both were too embarrassed to even look his way but instead they cast their guilty oculus on the tile floor.

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

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

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

Without saying another word both copper finished fastening their pants before exiting the elbow room leaving the Chief alone with Batgirl. During the time the tribal chief had chastened his officers Batgirl had rolled off the tabular array and landed catlike on her simple feet. As she silently stood there she could feel Muldoon's cum sliding down her leg yet even under the unusual fortune she still wasn't satisfied and craved more. Her Leslie Townes Hope of an additional rhythm with the two fuzz had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to pass on up yet. Not when there was still another man in the way so she adjacent turned her tending to Chief O'Hara.

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

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no need to apologise. Though you've helped out the department many fourth dimension including today you're a individual citizen not a world retainer. So it's a different topic for you. They on the other hand should know better than to be carrying on while on duty."

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

"Still I have to bear some of the blame Chief. It can't be well-heeled for a man to appease focused on business with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you think Chief O'Hara, do you notice it heavy to rivet with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually talky law officer found he was dumb. Now while he was ineffectual to verbally express himself another part of his trunk was making its thought known. For as they stood there a prominent bulge was growing ever larger in his uniform trouser until the gaffer 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 service with that Chief ?"

As she asked her gloved hand touched the swelling lump causing the Chief to shudder with desire. Even though his lust was making thinking hard he attempted one more metre to do the good thing.

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

He then tried to aline her yellow mantle so it would cover her firm breasts in the hope that the out of sight, out of brain principle might assist but as he moved the textile his hand brushed across her raise tit. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her hand fondled his groin with Thomas More urgency and just like that he was lost. His paw groped her white meat while his early arm circled her waist pulling her sexy body even closer to his. Bending down his mouth found hers and they exchanged a passionate candy kiss, their tongues engaging in a zippy wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took command of the situation. Her workforce pushed his burly dead body backwards until he collided with a death chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no time but straddled his seat torso before sitting on his lap making him moan with pent up desire. One of her hands took her breast while the early took off the head's hat and dropped it onto the table before pushing his nous toward her bosom.

Needing no farther guidance the Chief began to suck on her boob enthusiastically, trying to fit as much of the attender chassis into his sassing as he could. His arm again circled her bristly shank while his unloose bridge player moved upward to take custody of her neglected tit. His slurred thumb and forefinger pinched the raise pap sending signal to both her brain and pussy.

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

For the next few minutes she gave him an enthusiastic lap terpsichore while Chief O'Hara continued sucking on her sensitive nipples until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her hands on his berm she stood up before taking a tone back. Looking down she felt a here and now's embarrassment on seeing the big wet spot she'd left on his trousers but she also saw the large bulge that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly loosen his belt and trouser and he helped by lifting his ass off the chairwoman allowing her to pull his pants down to his knees. She smiled when she first saw his big rooster standing up straight and prepare for activity. The headway was large and red with pre-cum already leaking from the slit while the shaft was stocky and well with vena twisting around it.

Her manus circled the radix as she bent down until her sassing was but an inch above it. Her tongue extended past her red mouth and licked the embarrassing fluid prompting an appreciative moan in response. Her eyes met his as she opened her oral fissure astray and a irregular later Batgirl engulfed the bulbous point 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 turgid cock as would fit into her hungry sass. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely fall down the quill until it was soaked and slippery. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted no further time but pulled her mouth off him though she kept her hand firmly around the wide base.

She again straddled his sitting form and lowered her own body while guiding his tool right where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thick member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't stopover until he was fully inside her. Only then did she break for a moment to allow for her trunk to align for though Chief O'Hara wasn't longer than his officers he was certainly thicker.

While sitting like that with his rooster buried inside her Batgirl couldn't assistance but reflect on how you could never calculate out this crazy, terrific creation or predict what would happen in it. Back when she was a little girl she had innocently bounced on Chief O'Hara's stifle and now, well she was on the Saami lap but there was nothing innocent about it.

Placing her hands on his broad shoulder joint she began to bounce up and down on his fat cock while making indisputable to be given forward so her tit were within kitchen range of his oral cavity. The Chief didn't disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her sticking out tit and lightly bit it. At the same time his strong hands grabbed hold of her chant ass buttock 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 sass to preserve to suck and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her statement for he'd never felt a tighter pussy. Her internal muscular tissue squeezed his swollen erection like a hot, wet bench vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable touch. As she moved on him his hired man reached up and took hold of her yellow utility belt. Once he had a immobile grip on it he used it to pull her down laborious onto his turncock before she would rise up again and this episode 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 elbow room. The bod stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvis on head O'Hara's shillelagh with great pastime. Though there was plenty to see his eyes remained fix on her toned and perfectly shaped ass to the exclusion of all else. Visions from the past flooded his mind 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 Saint James Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing shaft to escape the confines of his dress slack. Spitting onto his manus he began to stroke himself in fourth dimension to her movements until his erection had reached its full dimensions at which time he moved toward her with only one thing on his thinker, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no thing the consequences.

The initiative Batgirl was aware that someone else was in the room was when she felt something hot and backbreaking touch her ass face as it attempted to enter her puckered backdoor. Due to her physical structure's cause it was unable to win access however. Before she had a chance to react she heard a associate voice that shook her to the core of her being, freezing her muscle as if they were paralyzed while causing her mind to go numb from the unexpected shock.

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

"Whatever you want Commissioner but would you favour for me to allow for ?"the Chief asked as his hands pulled Batgirl's supple ass boldness as far apart as they would go.

"Certainly not Chief,"he replied before spitting a bombastic gob of saliva onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter muscle,"among good friend like us there can be no closed book or embarrassment. If two old chums can't share a charwoman what's this world coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his large mushroom head against her puckered yap which slowly yielded to the insistent pressure. 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 quiet Batgirl regained some mastery of her faculties but all she managed to do under the sordid circumstances was to bury her face against chieftain O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick member further into her tight ass and though it resisted the trespass he persevered as column inch after inch slowly disappeared inside her plunk for epithelial duct. Only after he had buried his entire distance in Batgirl's booty deep did Commissioner Gordon diaphragm and that was so that he could fully savor the sensation. Taking a mysterious breath he then slid about of his cock 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 holes to the lip with hard pecker. In LE than two minutes Chief O'Hara could experience himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl's incredibly tight kitty-cat on him was the feeling of the Commissioner's driving cock on the other face of her pussy membrane. His expression turned red and his chest heaved as Eden on earth beckoned.

"aura be ! It's like the nonpareil be marching in me blarney Harlan Stone !"he cried out as his shillelagh exploded deep inside Batgirl's wet cave, flooding her with his cream.

Aware that his admirer was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until head O'Hara had finished discharging and his ruddy human face had regained its normal color. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl's shank and holding her tightly he straightened his body up while pulling her with him. This caused the honcho's spent cock to skid out of Batgirl's pussy as her dead body rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, half carried her limp body to the board where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening tribal 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 you are head. It probably is better that one of us is in the part in case something happens and I have a feeling it's going to be a while before I get back there. I'm going to revel fucking Batgirl's ass for as farseeing as I can manage."

Putting his give-and-take into action Commissioner Gordon began to slew his erecting in and out of her at a leisurely step. He went gracious and retard, reveling as each inch went into her tight back doorway until his orchis would gather her wet niggling pussy at which clock time he would overthrow direction until only the tip of his cock remained inside her puckered fix. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her breasts, hands and face resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her ignorantness father.

Despite her placid exterior Barbara's mind was in agitation as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for fathers and daughters weren't supposed to betroth in sexual relations and yet to her shame section of her wanted it to keep on. It felt so salutary and where was the harm 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 stimulate him stop might actually arouse his suspicion that something wasn't rightfield about the spot and since he was only using her ass there was no chance of an incestuous babe resulting from the interdict act.

So though she still had misgivings Barbara decided the best course of action was to let affair proceed and savor herself to the wide-cut but to never let it happen again. Having made her decision she concluded that there was only one additional affair that would make the actual act more enjoyable.

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

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

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

On hearing the dubiousness his oculus lit up with a pervert gleam that well-nigh who knew the respected commissioner of constabulary had never seen or would have expected to. Reaching into the sack of his courting jacket his hand emerged with a brace of shining bracelets.

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

Without saying another password Batgirl moved her deal off the mesa and extended them back and up past her body. He snapped one cuff onto her right hand articulatio radiocarpea but instead of attaching the other his hand grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her trunk upright.

"Though I would never do this with an existent suspect I think it makes more sense to cuff your hired man in front end of you Batgirl. I have the feeling they'll do you more just there, you may find a use for them."

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

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

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chairperson's positioning so that her psyche and berm could just attain the table with her hang at the waist. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to get it on her again, this sentence with more forcefulness so that each metre he bottomed out she let out a slight whimper. This caused him to smile as he savored the feeling of her pixilated ass on his difficult, throbbing cock.

"Play with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a good lilliputian slut. That's rightfulness, finger your lilliputian purulent while I use your hot ass."

His hand held her pelvis as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his hard penis forward again. By this prison term Batgirl had inserted three finger's breadth from one hand into her sopping pussy while the index digit from her other paw was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her judgement Batgirl kept thinking ‘ Fuck me daddy, make out my ass'over and over again as she neared sexual climax. Seconds later she let out a loud cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his part Commissioner Gordon's mind was in two topographic point at once. role of him was in the here and now, enjoying the great deal, tone, sound and most importantly the feeling of Batgirl's perfect ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering similar experiences from his distant past when he was fucking another ass that was just as compressed and shapely, one that looked almost identical to the one he was currently filling.

It was that store of his ex ( and Barbara's mother ) that was spurring him ever closer to orgasm. It happened right after his daughter was born that the medico had advised the mates to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the difficult nativity. At the clock time he had been in his intimate flush, always horny and insatiate and it had been difficult for him to refrain and to his proud mind masturbation was not a viable option.

So at first they had practiced oral sex but her science weren't up to the task of satisfying him multiple prison term each day. She'd been the one to first suggest the alternative and he had readily agreed, no incertitude inspired by her incredible tail. He had gone slow and easy the number one time in guild 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 reasonableness he hadn't initially revealed how much he enjoyed it was due to her lukewarm reaction. But each additional time he sodomized her ass the pleasure increased and the more he wanted to until it became an obsession. It was after she recovered and was able to lease in normal intercourse again that thing began to unravel.

He just didn't enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving orgasm was becoming more difficult. She had opposed his movement to use her ass and a divide grew between them. After that it was only a matter of clock time until early egress reared their nous and ultimately they separated. A yoke of years later they finalized their divorce with her moving away and him getting custody of their daughter.

Ever since then he had searched in vain for another everlasting ass to fulfill him the Same way his ex's had for that short sentence and he'd never found it. The respectable women he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to live up to his unnatural desires forcing him to take extreme touchstone. So on uncommon occasions when he couldn't take it anymore the respected populace handmaiden had traveled to Atlantic metropolis where he had engaged the religious service of pro escorts to satisfy his anal sex compulsion.

Such action had always gone against the grain of his sterling quality for he hated to wear the law, even if not in his own city and a victimless offense, but he could only stand firm the right itch for so yearn before something had to dedicate. And now for the first time since his divorcement he'd seemingly found the perfective tense reserve in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her public utility company rap he increased the speed of his coxa, slamming his full, boneheaded length into her with each thrust.

Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her fingerbreadth deep into her pussy as he pounded her ass until she climaxed once again, crying out in her abandon. For Commissioner Gordon's contribution hearing her cum was the final husk as he buried his cock as deep as it could go. Seconds later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a torrent of midst, white cum. His organic structure trembled and his affectionateness 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 dear way to convince her to make this a habitue happening. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum ready to emerge so he squeezed right below his swollen cockhead to help it on its way. As it fell his script had continued pulling on her utility whack and the last drop of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's eyes narrowed for right next to the white, fluid bone was a typical birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl's utility whack before but now lay exposed.

EPILOGUE

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lustfulness climbed higher and high-pitched toward the pinnacle of carnal pleasure when one final slug pushed her to the summit. She paused there an instant before soaring even higher as she floated on waves of orgasmic bliss toward sexual paradise. Her solid body felt at one with the universe of discourse as she let out a figure of drawn out moans reflecting the sublime enjoyment she was feeling. Though her eyes were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic pall 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 dry land. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga's head nestled between her set out thighs. The au couple was still licking her succulent, juicy knockout though now at a slower yard with an occasional light kiss to Batgirl's inner thigh.

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

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

"But why ? I want to lick you until my tongue is too tired to make a motion. You deserve it and your pussy gustatory sensation so good to me."

"Because I said so,"Batgirl said as with an exertion she managed to raise her upper trunk to an upright situation,"and also because I want to kiss you and I can't while you're licking my pussy."

"O.K. for that I stop,"Inga replied moving from her prone position to where she was on her manus and knees.

She crawled forward until Batgirl could submit her headland with both hands at which time she kissed the Swedish beauty. Their mouth moved against each other's and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their knife next slide inside the other's backtalk where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and frail with desire.

When the kiss ended Inga attempted to move back down but Batgirl had other design. Using a judo move she flipped the enceinte girl onto her back after which she maneuvered her thighs so they were astride Inga's head then lowered her own soundbox so they were in a sixty-nine position. Inga wasted no time in raising her head off the bed to take up feasting on Batgirl's sopping kitty and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how lilliputian and pink it appeared as her tongue sampled Inga for the commencement sentence. Finding the taste perception to her liking Batgirl's tongue burrowed inscrutable inside Inga's pinko cave as far as it could reach. She swirled it around for a metre causing Inga to lift her pelvic girdle off the bed in an attempt to allow Batgirl's knife to click even deeper. After a petty while Batgirl slid her tongue out but only so she could lick Inga's vertical little clitoris instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a repress moan for it felt as if hold up electricity was coursing from there across her altogether skittish system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger inside Inga's tight pussy and started to frig her which triggered a series of climax with each more acute than the go until the Swedish au pair was left shaking and gasping from an surfeit of pleasure. During this Batgirl had not let up but continued 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 often cumming ! I beg you beautiful Batgirl to show me mercy. Please !"

While not believing that anything she was doing could prove fatal Batgirl sympathized with the girl after what she had herself suffered at the hands of the Joker so she ceased her licking. Due to the puss muscle spasms Inga was having Batgirl was ineffective to get rid of her finger's breadth though she stopped moving it as well. After a couple of minutes Inga had recovered enough that she was able to wrestle out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a lilliputian while, I think. Then we can have Sir Thomas More fun. It was just too much you doing those thing to me. Ever since you save me I wanted to thank you but I never dream you do those things to me as well. I just want to wreak you pleasure, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to return party favor and it was too very much for my poor nerve. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her juicy physical structure on the mattress with a contented smile on her face. The smile got larger when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her cloaked headway on Inga's plentiful breast and placing her gloved hand on top of her wispy, golden ringlet. The two remained like that for a short clock time and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her fingers crept down a few column inch and began to circulate Inga's still erect clitoris while her mouth took the yellow turnip's nipple inside and sucked on it.

"No !"Inga shrieked as she tried to rip 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 aphrodisiac for me to maintain my custody and lips off for long."

"Thank you for saying so, I feel Sami for you. Never have I felt so, what Bible you American language use, so horny for any other girl, not even my Friend Helga back base who teach me about girl erotic love. You lie on back and I show you right 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 consistency around so their heads were pointed in contrary directions. With a wicked smile she rolled onto her side and entwined her legs with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvises were brushing against each former's.

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

The sec Batgirl nodded Inga began to travail her wet pussy against Batgirl's, sending waves of pleasure throughout both their bodies. It didn't take Batgirl long to charm on, for almost immediately she followed courting as the two bumped kitty-cat until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the first to cum though Batgirl was nigh behind and Inga was still in the throes of climax when Batgirl joined her.

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

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

A suddenly time later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the crime combatant was pulling on her bloomers that the rutabaga plant acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the sitting masked vigilante while looking up at her with a pleading expression.

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

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

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

Stifling a grin Batgirl stroked the au span's boldness before responding.

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

Batgirl had to keep up all her self-control to not laugh as she said this but the facial expression of immediate, undisguised joy on Inga's human face warmed her heart ( and loins ) greatly.

"Oh I want to but I didn't daring to dream we see each other again. So then this be candy kiss thoroughly night, okay ?"

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her arms around Batgirl's branch just in case she changed her judgement and tried to leave. She then kissed her rightfulness on her wet, turgid pussy sassing. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French kiss of a kind, with Inga's nimble tongue sliding between her kitty-cat sass. At the like clock time the au yoke's nose connected with Batgirl's clit stimulating her further.

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

five-spot minutes later the two stood by the window in an embrace, neither of them wanting to be the one to end it. Finally Batgirl kissed Inga on her soft oral fissure tenderly while staring into her eye before releasing her.

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

"You make indisputable you do my heroine,"the North Germanic language stunner replied as she reluctantly took her handwriting off her new buff's perfect ass.

Without saying another Good Book Batgirl sprang out the window onto the ardour escape cock. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the ground. Looking up she gave a undulation before disappearing into the alley. Coming to her own windowpane a moment later she slid it open without a auditory sensation before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the window she was about to murder her masque when she noticed there was light streaming into her dark bedroom from around the edges of the door though she knew no illumination had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the doorway she listened and after a import she heard what sounded like quiet breathing. Not knowing what to wait she inched the threshold open and slipped through to the hall beyond. In the living room she could see the seated human body of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the brink of the living room a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her boot and the trope started.

She stood motionless for a bit as the man stood then turned in her steering. His center widened and he dropped a copy of the police report to the storey below before taking a step forward.

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END