The jocularity's On Batgirl
( The subsequence to The Joker's On Batgirl )
By rutger5 Copyright 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the gravid bag with one final examination hustle of punches but like all premature efforts it left her feeling somehow unsatiated. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the grime bin before heading for the gym exit. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her alabaster tegument than the steaming gym Interior had but it didn't cause Barbara to exchange 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 minutes later she slowed as she approached the entranceway to her apartment edifice. A short piece later after showering Barbara ate her recluse dinner then settled onto the lounge with a book. Despite her best efforts to read she soon found her brain drifting to other corpulent subjects.

Two separate thoughts occupied her intelligent mind to the exclusion of all else. The first was whether she could ever don the cape of Batgirl again. For ever since that black night when the turkey and his crew had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was unsure what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal condemnation from the city she had risked life and limb for numerous times fed into her dubiousness but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally unassailable enough to continue being a masked offence attack aircraft.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a mysterious aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was captive her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and nothing seemed to help. Cumming only made it worse and she'd been forced to carry extra pair of reasonable, white cotton plant panties with her at all times so she could change when they became soaked from her plentiful and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a singles bar ( while disguised in a blonde wig and sunglass ) with the purpose of picking up a alien for anonymous sex. The just affair that had prevented this from happening was despite her needs she still had some lower limit standards and for some reason that nighttime only the dregs of humanity were nowadays. So she had settled for visiting a seedy sex shop in Gotham's red-light district instead, purchasing a large, realistic dildo that resembled a cock with balls.

It had received numerous physical exercise in the unforesightful time she'd owned it and while it helped to fill a vacancy it wasn't the same as a warm, human being physical structure. What was unsound was that each climax 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 tramp off into an unquiet slumber after hr of masturbation, her dildo slick with her own juices lying beside her, only to stir up the adjacent morning as horny as ever. She had begun to get grim circles under her oculus from lack of slumber and it was only her skill with composition that prevented others from noticing.

Making matters spoiled was that areas in her biography that would have comforted her in the past times or been a situation of refuge no longer were. Due to the circumstances of what had happened Barbara had avoided her Padre, at least in the flesh, though they had talked on the earphone. She had stated how busy and wear out body of work had been lately as an excuse and he hadn't pressed the effect.

Part of that was because he'd been wracked by guilt trip and feeling distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the hands ( and assorted other body theatrical role ) of the Joker and his gang. Since he'd been the one to recount her of the Joker's flight and had given her his ( reluctant ) blessing to hunt for him he felt responsible for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a world assertion in living 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 for. All his remaining energy had been directed at trying to give chase down the turkey though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the face of the earth and there wasn't even a rumor of his location in Gotham's infernal region grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no comfort at study for like most places in Gotham City the Batgirl video was the briny subject of conversation with nearly bibliothec weighing in ( in hushed whole tone, of class ) on the controversial and salacious subject. The most hateful comment came from fille Peychaud, a prune faced, sulfurous spinster of the old school whose greatest pleasures in life consisted of scolding nestling who spoke too loudly and maligning any charwoman more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine percentage of the female population.

"Why she's nix but a usual whore and debauchee,"she hissed to Mrs. John Paul Jones, an owlish and genial blighter librarian, as the women took their break inside the staff waiting area one fine summer afternoon.

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

"Oh please, spare me. Even before her sordid doings was exposed for all to see it was knit stitch to me that she had the morals of an bowling alley cat in heat. I mean have you seen the rig 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 await closely one could see every detail of her Monday venus despite it being technically covered."

"Well I admit her costume isn't loose appointment but she also has the figure to pull it off. most of us would attend dopy or risky if we were to try to dress that way. Still no topic what she wears she's done a lot of good things. Countless prison term I've read in the newspapers about her capturing some criminal or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my competition that her so called heroics are at best exaggerations to betray papers and more likely outright lie. If you dig deep you'd probably find that she traded sexual favour with these newsman in club for them to write such folderol so she could become celebrated. No, mark my Word, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving picture is the real Batgirl - a pervert tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fist as her anger grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old fair sex for after Barbara had been appointed head librarian missy Peychaud had told anyone that would listen that Miss Gordon was far too young and inexperienced for such a responsibleness but it must be nice to have champion in mellow space. Barbara tried to remain quieten but as all the gall streamed out of Miss Peychaud's mouth she finally reached her breaking stage. Just as she began to stand with the intention of giving the malicious viper a piece of her nous another librarian burst into the room gasping for breath.

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

"Yes Enid, what's the issue ?"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…"

"Calm down Enid,"Barbara told her in a soothing tone 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 post like this. I thought overdue library books would be the unsound thing I'd have to deal with."

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

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

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

"No, that's not the real trouble although another patron complained about that. So I went over there to investigate, and Miss Gordon he's watching smut on the library computer with the volume turned up all the way."

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

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

"Yes I'm sure."

With a decide look in her eye Barbara walked into the computer room while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs Robert Tyre Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could hear the punk strait of a cleaning woman moaning before she saw the man and accuracy be told her sensitive wind smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a Holocene epoch lawsuit filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham City malefactor Liberties Union ) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching smut fungus in the library weren't grounds enough for remotion. Still she had to at least try to get him to modify his demeanour for the good of the other library exploiter.

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

At the audio of her voice the man swiveled in his chair and faced her and it was clear from his appearing that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably midsection aged but he was so grime and unkempt that it was heavy to tell for surely. The man was on the stocky English with longish, sebaceous hair and an unshaved face while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for gold. On seeing the vision of feminine loveliness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

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

Her retort died on her sassing as her oculus took in the woman on silver screen who was the recipient role of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her yearning consistence as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple hard stopcock filling every fix. For a here and now she remained frozen until she regained her composure and cleared her throat.

"Umm, no thank you sir. What I was hoping,"she said while avoiding looking at both the computer projection screen and the man's bulging breakwater,"was that you could show some consideration for your fellow library patrons. Could you perhaps turn the volume down or use the furnish headphones so as not to disturb others ?"

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

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

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

Without saying another password Barbara turned on her heel and recede and as she did she could sense his middle staring at her chant legs and butt the whole time. She didn't pause but strode past the other bibliothec 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 plenty of hens.

"Yes, Gotham urban center law department. I'm calling from the primary offshoot of the Gotham city program library where we're having a bit of a problem 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 miss Gordon that though I don't normally believe in using one's connective in this case its justified,"young lady Peychaud sniffed.

"Well Miss Peychaud while I'm so pleased to receive your approval I've used no connective. I didn't mention my epithet or my Church Father nor do I programme to. The fact is though this mortal may look at whatever cloth he wants on the computer there are early component which I'll point out to the police when they arrive which should take tutelage of this trouble, at to the lowest degree for today."

True to her Word Barbara spoke to the responding officeholder and accompanied them to the computing device room. When the man saw them he immediately began to dissent loudly about his right field when the older of the two officeholder cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to win over some shed blood heart judge but I don't attention. At the least I can blame you with drunk and disorderly and throw you in the tank car until you're sober. And if you give me a hard prison term then I'll billing you with lewd and lascivious doings and who is the justice going to believe - a piece of human garbage like you or a sweet Young cleaning lady like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and leave not only this library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just forget you have right field. Now move !"

Grumbling to himself the bum stood and shuffled off with the officeholder accompanying him. The elder 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 attention to the computing machine with the intention of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself unable to. Barbara did finagle to mute the mass but for the next five mo she watched breathlessly while a revolving grouping of ‘ actors'double penetrated the youth woman.

It was only when she felt her own secernment start trickling past her panties and down her second joint that she moved. Turning off the proctor she headed to her office where she took the forethought of locking the door before pulling up her dame and sitting with legs counterpane wide. Since her dildo was back at home Barbara had to improvise with what was usable. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the trick. It was a souvenir from when she had attended a bibliothec formula in the nation's capital and was shaped like the Evergreen State Monument.

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

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

Closing her eyes she allowed her vivid imagination to take over and if her mate bibliothec had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would cause been dumbfounded. For in her psyche she replayed what had just transpired in the computer way with a far different outcome. At the point where she had turned to leave Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the shank and pushing her pop face first onto the board. His filthy hand pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panties and seconds later he rammed his hard putz into her.

In her illusion he was relentless, pounding her cockeyed pinkness hard and fast while yanking back on her hair until her neck opening brawniness were taut. His former bridge player pinched and slapped her firm nates as he continued thrusting balls deep making her cry out with pleasure.

"Yes, render it to me ! Please don't blockage !"Barbara gasped as her own helping hand drove her closer and closer until she let out a low, guttural moan as she came like gangbusters.

It took a few hour for her to convalesce her equilibrium after her massive orgasm at which point her hand released her cutter bosom and she slid the spyglass paperweight from her fade sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drib of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound affection for the souvenir.

Standing on wobbly legs Barbara fixed her vesture before opening a windowpane to air out her office for the rash aroma of female lecherousness was overpowering. After that she returned to play and was able to make it through the rest period of the day without losing control again.

Though still undecided on whether she would ever become Batgirl again, Barbara had retrieved her mutilated costume from her rented garage and set about mending it. Perhaps animate by her now increased libido she did wee-wee some change to it however. Where previously it had been a one man skintight jumpsuit, with a zipper in the dorsum, she turned it into two pieces.

The top section she simply hemmed at the waist leaving the zipper intact while also hemming the top of the stern discussion section and of class mending what incision 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 alteration she had lain in her bed sans bottoms with the ease of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking sexual climax while watching it all unfold in the mirror.

As for the exulting return of Batgirl it was fate that decided matter for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Sabbatum three week after the Joker incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment building after a long run. She had been exercising more and more in the Bob Hope that tiring herself out might subside or at to the lowest degree blunt her sex parkway with fiddling results to bear witness for it. Despite her running a longer distance than rule she felt hornier than ever with her pussy wetter than the rest of her perspiration soaked body. Her gait had slowed to a jog for she decided to encircle the blockage as a cool off down.

Now much as Barbara's apartment building had an bowling alley on one side of meat as well as behind it so did many of the other apartment construction in the neighborhood. It was while passing such an alley around the corner from her home plate that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the panorama in the library loitering about while boozing from a bottle of hootch. Despite using him for a masturbatory fantasy, in actual life 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 to the lowest degree he was a boozy pain and she suspected if given half a chance he might do some real mischief. Because of that Barbara decided to forgo 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 concurrence Barbara soon heard a tumult as she drank down the thick potable. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the familiar bum gesticulating wildly while making crude oil and salacious comments. Though she was unable to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a woman by what he was saying. Under normal circumstances she probably would let phoned the police while keeping an eye on the site to make sure it didn't escalate but something snapped in her.

Maybe it was because of how he had acted in the library or all her pent up frustrations from the past few calendar week's events but Barbara had reached her breaking point. Sprinting to her sleeping accommodation she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in phonograph record sentence. No sooner had she slipped the wig and mask on her head then she was slithering out her bedroom windowpane, fastening the mantle once she reached the bowling alley.

While her bedchamber window faced behind her building, the kitchen looked out on the English and it was there that she'd seen and heard the bum. Gliding silently forward she turned the turning point of the building where she saw that he had managed to corner a offspring woman pushing a perambulator. Barbara recognized her as an au pair from Sverige who was working the summer for a couple who also lived in her building.

The girl must have been cutting through the skittle alley on her counter when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. lots as in the library he was fondling his crotch while she appeared frozen with fear and unable to be active. There is no telling what would cause happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that moment he seized the wrist of the Whitney Young woman while brandishing a boxcutter in the other hand. He dragged her away from the stroller and toward the dumpster.

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

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

He whirled around and saw her standing five understructure away with her gloved hands on her pelvis, her fully, red back talk curled in a half smile.

"Batgirl ! Didn't the Joker put you in your position 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 privates."After seeing your video I'm guessing it's gon na be my hard cock."

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

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the wall against her back. He inched closer holding the blade before him when without warning she struck. Her bitch was so degraded that the weapon was knocked from his now numb hand before he realized it while the following one connected solidly with his middle forcing his breath out with a gasp. The coup de grace of God she uncharacteristically delivered with her clenched fist, striking the reeling man on his jaw so hard he was sent sprawling onto the back street pavement.

The succeeding thing Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au twosome was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a minute of arc Batgirl couldn't move as the closeness of the North Germanic overwhelmed her sentience. The Pres Young woman smelled like summertime strawberries and violent heyday and her soft, voluptuous organic structure felt like heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the tour she was under enough to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the young womanhood answered as she reluctantly released her savior though she remained so tight that Batgirl could still find her warm breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a phone with you could you call the police force ?"Batgirl asked though she was ineffectual to search into the young woman's ice blue eyes as she did so, afraid the au pair would be able-bodied to see the lustful mentation she was thinking about her.

"Yes, I have mobile phone. 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 minute for Batgirl to roll him onto his venter and secure his hands with a ziptie she removed from a sac on her utility program belt. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making sure her young cathexis was okay. The toddler had managed to sleep through all the excitement and had a peaceful smile on his cherubic aspect. After satisfying herself that he was finely Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

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

Batgirl swallowed punishing for though she could feel Inga's heart and soul pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heat from her full, shapely breast even through her mitt. Once Batgirl's script was pressed to her freehanded bosom Inga sighed and closed her center while holding it in seat until Batgirl felt her own eye rate quicken.

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

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

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

Batgirl was spared having to answer for right at that moment a police car screeched to a halt at the oral fissure of the alleyway. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl's hand as the patrolman climbed from the car and approached them.

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

"This bad man,"Inga said gesturing toward the bum on the undercoat,"he snaffle 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 policeman Muldoon, I happened to be in the vicinity when I heard him making threatening comments so I investigated. I found him holding her at knifepoint and he definitely had bad intentions so I intervened. The knife is proper over there,"Batgirl said while pointing out the location of the boxcutter.

"Riley,"the first policeman barked out,"get that in an evidence bag and form sure enough not to foul it. By the way Batgirl I'm glad to see you're still in the fight after everything that's happened."

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

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

As Officer Muldoon took down Inga's statement his partner was dragging the attacker up to his feet and moving him to the police car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a small crowd of onlookers had gathered and even worse was that there were many mass watching from windows in the surrounding construction. How on solid ground 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 sufficiency to go on for now. We'll be in touch with you as the case proceeds. punter get the little feller back home."

"Okay, thank you. I will Officer."

She had started to move toward the pram 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 lip while slipping something into her hand.

"That card has my wandering act and email speech on it so reach me. Tomorrow is my off day,"she whispered before going.

The crowd had burst into cheers at the little show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the entrance of the building. Batgirl on the former hired hand stood there with her look as red as a common beet and she didn't know what her succeeding 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 like to go to the stationhouse and commit your statement there ?"

Seeing an out to fly the coop the situation about returning house Batgirl nodded in arrangement to the suggestion. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

"Since that dirtbag is in the backrest seat why don't you ride in the front with us. It might be a little crowded but good 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 proficient than the alternate. military 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 social movement of the patrol car gave Batgirl a tactile sensation of nostalgia from when she was a girl and rode on juncture with her don and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying come together attention so when officer Riley had to block up short circuit due to a dealings light changing she was caught off precaution. Officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his left over bridge player shot out to calm himself and roll up on top of Batgirl's leg redress 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 Sir Thomas More exact his script did motility but it began creeping in high spirits up her leg while stroking it softly. Initially Batgirl felt unsure of what to say or do about this. On one handwriting he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an intimate fashion and to make issue sorry he had a gold marriage ceremony set on his digit so he must be married. But on the other paw she was very horny and his hand felt so sound as it climbed higher.

making her decision she spread her thighs wider allowing his hired hand access to her covered heap. When the car stopped at the next red light Officer Riley's hand began to caress her former leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the link between her thighs. During all this no one rung and Batgirl focused her center straight ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary was taking place. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing orgasm they reached their destination first and both men took their work force away leaving her heights though not dry. After first removing the captive they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

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

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

He escorted her to an unoccupied audience room and once they were inside he closed the room access behind them. The elbow room contained four metal professorship and a table and after the summer heat energy outside the chilled air felt particularly cold against Batgirl's pelt. 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 official report later."

"Of form officeholder Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the seat trying to get well-situated but whether due to the hard, inhuman metal or her burning pussy she was unsuccessful.

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

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

He nodded in response before standing then moving succeeding to her where he leaned down so he could understand it. As he did he rested a hand on her shoulder and when she said aught he slid it down until he was palming her firm bosom. Batgirl gasped when he squeezed it and before she knew it his other hand was squeezing the other one. Even before he'd touched her boob her mamilla were hard from the air conditioning and his warm touch only stimulated them further.

In reaction her pull up stakes bridge player reached across her trunk until it came into contact with Officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his tour to pant when she started massaging his bulge through the material of his unvarying trouser as his erecting swelled larger. She swiveled around in the death chair so that she had dear approach to what she wanted and though this caused him to relinquish her breast 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 early hired man began unfastening his trouser. Only then did she move her hand off his bulge but just so she could use both hands to yank down his pants and boxershorts. She giggled with delight when his intemperate cock sprang up after being released but it had only a few seconds of freedom before she took it into her warm, inviting mouth.

She took him to the back of her mouth in one polish apparent motion before pulling back until only his swollen-headed forefront remained inside. Batgirl's glossa swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a minute Batgirl began taking him cryptic while continuing to use her nimble tongue on his throbbing cock. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his ballock, adding to his pleasure and if thing had continued like this for much longer he may stimulate cum sooner than he wished. But just then the door opened and Officer James Whitcomb Riley slipped inside the interview room.

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

Riley wasted no time but rushed to stick out next to his partner as he fumbled with his uniform pants. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's set cock and as soon as Riley's pants were undone her head swooped in. He was only partially erect but her hot mouth soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until Riley was at full mast, coating his member with her saliva before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the future few minutes Batgirl went back and forth between the two fuzz, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their head with lust. It was Officer Muldoon that switched things up, for right after she'd released his cock and took his partner's he moved to the side of her. His handwriting first moved her cape to one side allowing him to unzip the top one-half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was able to remove it freeing her pert, chirpy breasts. While this took place Batgirl managed to keep Riley's stiff cock in her back talk, though she had to momentarily occupy her hand off his balls.

Officer Muldoon's brim then took her sensitive mammilla 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 smother moan as she continued sucking on Riley's erection for all she was Charles Frederick Worth. After a bit of breast play Muldoon took his mouth away from her firm knocker though his hand continued to pluck her nipple.

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

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping Riley's pecker in her mouth but she was able to shift her consistence by raising her ass a few inches off the chair allowing Muldoon to get out it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her trunk so that she was standing in a bent over spot which permitted Muldoon to get down working on her backside. It wasn't easy as the fabric was clamber tight and he had to slowly roll it past her hips and derriere but with perseverance he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to wait any thirster he crouched behind her and buried his face in her succulent smasher and due to her arousal it was instantly coated with her sweet juices.

Batgirl gasped as his natural language worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could attain after which she began to rock her hips back and forth so that his clapper was literally fucking her. His hands grabbed her coxa as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her left script reached back to pull on his hair. During this she continued to skid her lips the distance of Riley's erection prompting him to use up her bosom and force it hard.

"sufficiency natural language,"she cried out after stopping her turncock sucking temporarily so she could speak,"I want your prick in me - now !"

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his tongue from her honey pot before standing. It took but a few bit for him to guide his erection to her waiting hole and she was so wet he sank ballock deep with one poke. After letting out a trivial gasp Batgirl resumed sucking on James Whitcomb Riley as Muldoon pumped her from behind.

Now whether it was because they were partners or just coincidence the two cops managed to synchronize their movements to an eldritch degree. As Muldoon's turncock bottomed out in her wet Batcave, James Whitcomb Riley's swollen head probed her pharynx as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both ends caused her to take hold onto Riley's legs for dear life as she felt an orgasm building.

A few thrusts later she was cumming on Muldoon's member, her juices seeping onto and past his driving cock. He was sweating profusely by this time despite the air conditioning and he knew if things continued at this rate he'd be filling her with his sperm in no time. It wasn't that he didn't want to cum but he also wished to prolong the joy so after one to a greater extent driving force 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."

"Sign me up for that brother,"Riley replied as his cock slipped from her mouth 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, athletic body up.

The two fuzz wasted no clock time 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 stimulate some to a greater extent fun."

Riley went right to sour, first removing her eminent heeled thrill before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her slope at the edge of the table and raised her upper berth leg into the air. Riley pulled her physical structure to rectify where he wanted it before lining his cock up with her pussy. He rubbed it against her puffy lip and button for a bit, doing his in force to rally her but Batgirl was having none of that.

Her gloved mitt reached down and wrapped around the light beam just below the heading and brought it to her opening move before guiding it inside her brim. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her kitty-cat he surrendered to it and slid bass inside her wet folds. Now that James Whitcomb Riley was where she wanted she turned her tending back to Muldoon who was standing nearby slowly stroking his erection.

"police officer Muldoon my little sassing is so vacuous. Do you know of anything heavy and tasty to fill it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her look and slid his cock between her parted lips and he didn't stop until his wiry pubic pilus was brushing against the soft skin of her buttock. She made a bubble sound as her pharynx was pierced by his invading member though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to get out him deeper.

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his all-embracing cock, using short, knock-down thrusts. His hand brought her bare infantry to his rima oris allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the same time. This twofold teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his inflexible cock from her mouth.

"Hey lets switch places again pal. I don't think I can hold up very much longsighted and I'd really like to sense her seraphic pussy again before I lose it."

Riley made a fount for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a goodness partner he consented to the petition after a duet more speedy pumps of his hip. As soon as he was out of her James Whitcomb Riley spun Batgirl's consistency around so that she was flat on her rachis and prevarication widthwise across the tabular array. Because of that her head now hung upside down beyond the table allowing her to easily deep pharynx his erection which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her legs high in the air with knees bent bringing them near Riley's cheek. He took the hook and began to kiss and lick them enthusiastically while continuing to vellicate her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to endure as long as possible didn't penetrate her pussy at first but instead slid his shaft along her wet furrow. While this felt good to them both, especially to Batgirl each meter his helmet psyche collided with her clit, it also allowed him some sentence to settle down a bit. Even when he did enter inside her gates of nirvana he went deadening than he desired in order to prolong his pleasure.

However despite his best efforts her pixilated cunt muscular tissue soon had him on the edge of coming again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too late. Breathing deeply he slapped his hard essence against her soft pussy a few times before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass face as he started to pound sign her as laborious and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto James Whitcomb Riley's legs to steady herself as they speared her from both ends. James Whitcomb Riley was holding her base and kissing them while fucking her font and with each thrusting his testicle collided with her nozzle. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one deal from his leg and managed to caress his testis. That move was all it took to send off him over the boundary.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's body tensed as his glob sac tightened and a few endorsement later Batgirl's throat was flooded with his thick seed. All she could do was swallow down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing peter until no more came. Gasping for breath he pulled his member from her mouth but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her hand grabbed the dick and held it by her red backtalk allowing her spit to lick his sensitive head making him moan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the sceptre of exploding even before witnessing this erotic vista unfold only a couplet of feet away and watching it was like throwing gasoline on his raging ardour. He buried his pecker in her wet folds one terminal meter as he felt himself swell in anticipation of imminent climax.

"May the holy man preserve us ! Now what in Heaven's name is going on in here ?"the loud representative of Chief O'Hara called out catching the three of them by surprise.

Riley whose body had been facing in the direction of the doorway had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent cock and was unaware that the doorway had even opened. On hearing the head he'd first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to overstretch his uniform trousers up to cover his endanger member.

For his part Muldoon had partially turned his body in the way of the voice which resulted in his cock slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to shoot drop-off of white liquid state love. All he could do under the destiny was stand there while his sperm splattered against the back of her second joint as Chief O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the locality to see what was taking place Chief O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview room closing the door behind him before addressing his officers.

"James Whitcomb Riley, Muldoon I'm very disappointed in you boys. Especially you Muldoon for you have a fine lass waiting at base 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 duty so you're cheating the taxpayers while you carry on."

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

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

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

"Well perhaps you can see to that now that you've taken forethought of more of import matters first. And don't even think about putting in for overtime today no matter how late you work. Have I made myself clear ? Good, 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 Chief had chastened his policeman Batgirl had rolled off the table and landed catlike on her bare pes. As she silently stood there she could palpate Muldoon's cum sliding down her leg yet even under the unusual circumstances she still wasn't satisfied and craved more. Her hope of an extra bout with the two cops had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to reach up yet. Not when there was still another man in the room so she adjacent turned her attention to Chief O'Hara.

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

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no need to apologize. Though you've helped out the department many times including today you're a private citizen not a public handmaiden. So it's a different matter 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 effort to not depend at her nearly nude trunk but being a man he fell well short of this goal. The fact that she'd moved right in front of him as he spoke and actually put her gloved hand against his uniform jacket only made things more unmanageable for the top dog despite his respectable intentions.

"Still I have to bear some of the blame Chief. It can't be loose for a man to delay focused on business with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you mean Chief O'Hara, do you incur it backbreaking to concentrate with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually garrulous lawman found he was speechless. Now while he was unable to verbally express himself another role of his body was making its feeling known. For as they stood there a prominent prominence was growing ever magnanimous in his uniform pant until the Chief worried the seams 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 aid with that head ?"

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

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

He then tried to aline her yellow cape so it would plow her solid breasts in the hope that the out of sight, out of nous rationale might avail but as he moved the framework his hand brushed across her rear tit. Batgirl let out a groan when he did and her mitt fondled his mole with Sir Thomas More urging and just like that he was lost. His hand groped her breast while his former arm circled her waistline pulling her sexy body even closer to his. Bending down his sassing found hers and they exchanged a passionate kiss, their spit engaging in a inspirit wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took control of the situation. Her manus pushed his burly body backwards until he collided with a chairman before collapsing onto it. She wasted no metre but straddled his seated physical structure before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her helping hand took her chest while the former took off the foreman's hat and dropped it onto the tabular array before pushing his foreland toward her bosom.

Needing no further guidance the head began to suck on her chest enthusiastically, trying to fit as much of the attendant build into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her waspish waist while his free hand moved upward to select clutches of her neglected breast. His thick thumb and forefinger pinched the raise 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 treed erection.

For the following few minutes she gave him an enthusiastic lap dance while Chief O'Hara continued sucking on her sensitive nipples until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her mitt on his shoulder joint she stood up before taking a stride back. Looking down she felt a mo's plethora on seeing the big wet spot she'd left field on his trouser but she also saw the magnanimous bulge that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly unmake his belt and pant and he helped by lifting his ass off the electric chair allowing her to deplumate his drawers down to his articulatio genus. She smiled when she first saw his big shaft standing up straight and ready for action. The head was large and red with pre-cum already leaking from the cunt while the shaft was thick and tumefy with vein twisting around it.

Her hand circled the base as she bent down until her mouth was but an inch above it. Her glossa extended past her red back talk and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative groan in response. Her middle met his as she opened her mouth wide and a minute later Batgirl engulfed the protuberant capitulum in her hot mouth.

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

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

She again straddled his sitting conformation and lowered her own torso while guiding his cock right where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thickset penis pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't point until he was fully inside her. Only then did she pause for a second to permit her physical structure to align for though tribal chief O'Hara wasn't prospicient than his officers he was certainly thicker.

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

Placing her paw on his broad articulatio humeri she began to reverberate up and down on his fat shaft while making trusted to lean forward so her white meat were within kitchen range of his mouth. The Chief didn't disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her pouch mamilla and lightly bit it. At the same time his strong hands grabbed handle 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 oral fissure to retain to nurse and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her program line for he'd never felt a tighter snatch. Her internal muscle squeezed his swollen erection like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable feeling. As she moved on him his hands reached up and took clutch of her yellow public-service corporation belt. Once he had a firm bobby pin on it he used it to draw out her shoot down gruelling onto his dick before she would climb up again and this sequence 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 public figure stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvic arch on foreman O'Hara's shillelagh with great sake. Though there was plenty to see his eyes remained settle on on her tone up and perfectly shaped fanny to the exclusion of all else. Visions from the past flooded his mind as he remembered another derriere just as perfect that he had never forgotten or gotten over losing.

Before he even realized what he was doing Commissioner King James Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing peter to get by the confines of his garb morass. Spitting onto his hand he began to stroke himself in time to her movements until his hard-on had reached its full attribute at which clip he moved toward her with only one affair on his intellect, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no topic the consequences.

The first Batgirl was cognisant that mortal else was in the room was when she felt something hot and tough touch her ass cheek as it attempted to enter her puckered backdoor. Due to her trunk's movement it was unable to gain access code however. Before she had a luck to react she heard a comrade vox that shook her to the core of her being, freezing her muscles as if they were paralyzed while causing her idea to go numb from the unexpected shock.

"well gaffer, I can see what's delayed you and I can't say I blame you. Would you mind doing your old friend a favour ? I'm having a bit of trouble slipping into Batgirl's beautiful posterior. Could you spread her ass so I can show some old shoal style sodomy."

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

"Certainly not Chief,"he replied before spitting a tumid gob of saliva onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter,"among good friends like us there can be no secrets or superfluity. If two old Oncorhynchus keta can't share a fair sex what's this universe coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his large mushroom-shaped cloud fountainhead against her ruck up hole which slowly yielded to the insistent atmospheric pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal band and even though her first defense was breached he found her ass so fast he had to pause momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some control of her staff but all she managed to do under the sordid circumstances was to lay to rest her face against Chief O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick member further into her tight ass and though it resisted the intrusion he persevered as inch after inch slowly disappeared inside her back channel. Only after he had buried his entire length in Batgirl's booty deep did Commissioner Gordon stop and that was so that he could fully savour the adept. Taking a late breathing place he then slid most of his pecker out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a muffled moan from his masked girl's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the boss started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her sozzled fix to the brim with strong tool. In LE than two minute primary O'Hara could feel himself hurtling toward climax for beyond the stimulus of Batgirl's incredibly tight puss on him was the notion of the Commissioner's driving hammer on the other slope of her pussy membrane. His face turned red and his chest heaved as heaven on Earth beckoned.

"aura be ! It's like the angel be marching in me cajole stones !"he cried out as his shillalah exploded cryptical inside Batgirl's wet cave, flooding her with his cream.

Aware that his protagonist was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until honcho O'Hara had finished discharging and his ruby human face had regained its normal 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 hammer to drop away out of Batgirl's kitty-cat as her body rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, half carried her limp body to the mesa where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening top dog O'Hara had removed his handkerchief which he used to cleanse up his shrinking member.

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

"Right you are head. It probably is better that one of us is in the office in case something happens and I have a spirit it's going to be a while before I get back there. I'm going to relish fucking Batgirl's ass for as long as I can manage."

Putting his dustup into action Commissioner Gordon began to slide his hard-on in and out of her at a leisurely tread. He went skillful and slow, reveling as each inch went into her tight back door until his nut would forgather her wet small pussy at which metre he would reverse direction until only the tip of his cock remained inside her puckered hole. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her breasts, hired hand and face resting on top of the board as she was sodomized by her nescience father.

Despite her placid outside Barbara's thinker was in turmoil as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for fathers and girl weren't supposed to engage in sexual telling and yet to her shame character of her wanted it to continue. It felt so good and where was the harm she reasoned. He didn't realize it was his own girl for he'd never shown an intimation of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their fundamental interaction. To cause him stop might actually arouse his suspicion that something wasn't right about the situation and since he was only using her ass there was no chance of an incestuous baby resulting from the prevent act.

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

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

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

"By any uhhn hazard do you oohh have a couple of handlock with you ?"she gasped out as her father continued tapping her tantalizing rump.

On hearing the question his eyes lit up with a twisted lambency that most who knew the respected commissioner of police had never seen or would have expected to. Reaching into the scoop of his courting jacket his hand emerged with a duad of shiny bracelets.

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

Without saying another Logos Batgirl moved her paw off the tabular array and extended them back and up past her body. He snapped one cuff onto her right wrist but instead of attaching the other his bridge player grabbed her by the articulatio humeri and pulled her physical structure upright.

"Though I would never do this with an actual defendant I think it makes more sense to cuff your hands in front line of you Batgirl. I have the belief they'll do you more good there, you may get 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 hot seat sideways Batgirl. It will probably be easier to run one leg at a time."

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chair's arrangement so that her drumhead and articulatio humeri could just strive the table with her hang 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 fourth dimension he bottomed out she let out a niggling whimper. This caused him to smile as he savored the feeling of her tight ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

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

His script held her hips as he increased his upper, now only pulling halfway out before driving his hard member forward again. By this time Batgirl had inserted three fingers from one helping hand into her sopping cunt while the index fingerbreadth from her early hired man was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her psyche Batgirl kept thinking ‘ ass me daddy, fuck my ass'over and over again as she neared orgasm. Seconds later she let out a gimcrack cry as her fluids gushed past her penetrating fingers.

For his role Commissioner Gordon's mind was in two home at once. Part of him was in the here and now, enjoying the sight, feeling, phone and most importantly the flavour 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 tight and shapely, one that looked almost identical to the one he was currently filling.

It was that memory 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 MD had advised the couple to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the hard birth. At the time he had been in his sexual flower, always horny and insatiable and it had been unmanageable for him to abstain and to his proud mind masturbation was not a viable option.

So at first-class honours degree they had practiced oral sex but her acquisition weren't up to the chore of satisfying him multiple times each day. She'd been the one to first suggest the option and he had readily agreed, no doubt inspired by her incredible rear end. He had gone slow and easy the number 1 metre in decree to not wound 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 handwriting had immediately taken to it like a Fish to weewee. The only when reason he hadn't initially revealed how a great deal he enjoyed it was due to her tepid reaction. But each additional time he sodomized her ass the pleasure increased and the more he wanted to until it became an obsession. It was after she recovered and was able to engage in pattern intercourse again that thing began to unravel.

He just didn't enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving climax was becoming more difficult. She had opposed his sweat to use her ass and a divide grew between them. After that it was only a matter of fourth dimension until other event reared their head and ultimately they separated. A couple of years later they finalized their divorce with her moving away and him getting hold of their daughter.

Ever since then he had searched in vain for another hone ass to fill him the same way his ex's had for that light time and he'd never found it. The respectable womanhood he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to fill his affected desires forcing him to adopt extreme measuring stick. So on rare occasions when he couldn't take it anymore the respected public servant had traveled to Atlantic metropolis where he had engaged the services of professional escorts to fill his anal sex compulsion.

Such actions had always gone against the texture of his sterling fibre for he hated to break the law, even if not in his own metropolis and a victimless crime, but he could only withstand the powerful urges for so longsighted before something had to give. And now for the first clock time since his divorce he'd seemingly found the unadulterated substitute in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her utility belt he increased the focal ratio of his hips, slamming his wide, stocky distance 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 part hearing her cum was the final straw as he buried his cock as deep as it could go. Seconds later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a waterspout of thick, Caucasian cum. His body trembled and his heart raced as he experienced the joy he'd been vainly searching for all those lost years.

Gasping for breath he slid slowly from her now gaping ass as he debated the trump way to convince her to micturate this a steady occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum quick to come forth so he squeezed right below his swollen cockhead to help it on its way. As it fell his hand had continued pulling on her public utility company belt and the last cliff of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's center narrowed for rightfulness future to the white, liquid bead was a distinctive birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl's utility belt before but now lay exposed.

epilogue

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed higher and higher toward the meridian of carnal pleasure when one final lap pushed her to the summit. She paused there an instant before soaring even in high spirits as she floated on wafture of orgasmic seventh heaven toward sexual enlightenment. Her whole body felt at one with the population as she let out a number of drawn out moans reflecting the lofty enjoyment she was feeling. Though her middle were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic curtain of colour and illumination and she felt her toes curl inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an eternity in Eden she drifted back down to earth. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga's head nestled between her parted thighs. The au brace was still licking her succulent, juicy peach though now at a slower step with an occasional lighter kiss to Batgirl's privileged thigh.

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

"Yes Inga. watchword can't show how much I'm enjoying it, you have a very gifted rima oris. But you must barricade for a minute."

"But why ? I want to lick you until my tongue is too hackneyed to go. You deserve it and your cunt tastes so good to me."

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

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

She crawled forward until Batgirl could conduct her drumhead with both hands at which clip she kissed the Swedish beauty. Their backtalk moved against each former's and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their tongues next slipped inside the other's mouth where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and weak with desire.

When the osculation ended Inga attempted to motivate back down but Batgirl had early plans. Using a judo movement she flipped the larger girl onto her binding after which she maneuvered her thighs so they were astride Inga's header then lowered her own body so they were in a soixante-neuf lieu. Inga wasted no time in raising her capitulum off the bed to resume feasting on Batgirl's sopping cunt and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how midget and pink it appeared as her glossa sampled Inga for the first time. Finding the taste to her liking Batgirl's lingua burrowed deep inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could reach. She swirled it around for a metre causing Inga to revoke her renal pelvis off the bed in an attempt to appropriate Batgirl's natural language to pervade even rich. After a petty while Batgirl slid her glossa out but only so she could figure out Inga's erect little button instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a strangle moan for it felt as if be 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 orgasms with each more intense than the last until the Swedish au span was left quivering and gasping from an nimiety of pleasure. During this Batgirl had not let up but bear on defeat 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 much cumming ! I beg you beautiful Batgirl to bear witness me mercy. please !"

While not believing that anything she was doing could prove disastrous Batgirl sympathized with the girl after what she had herself suffered at the hands of the Joker so she ceased her whacking. Due to the pussy sinew spasms Inga was having Batgirl was unable to take away her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a dyad of moment Inga had recovered enough that she was able-bodied to wriggle out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a lilliputian while, I think. Then we can have more fun. It was just too practically you doing those things to me. Ever since you save me I wanted to give thanks you but I never dream you do those things to me as well. I just want to make for you pleasure, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to return favor and it was too much for my pathetic nerves. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her buxom body on the mattress with a contented smile on her face. The smile got large when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked head on Inga's ample bosom and placing her gloved hand on top of her wispy, gold scroll. The two remained like that for a shortstop sentence 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 mouthpiece took the swede's nipple inside and sucked on it.

"No !"Inga shrieked as she tried to pull away unsuccessfully."Please, no more. wellspring 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 keep my hired hand and sass off for long."

"Thank you for saying so, I feel same for you. Never have I felt so, what word you Americans use, so randy for any other girl, not even my Friend Helga back home who teach me about fille love. You lie on vertebral column and I show you good time."

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

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

The indorsement Batgirl nodded Inga began to mash her wet pussy against Batgirl's, sending waving of pleasance throughout both their eubstance. It didn't take Batgirl long to catch on, for almost immediately she followed suit as the two bumped kitty until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the maiden to cum though Batgirl was near behind and Inga was still in the throes of flood tide when Batgirl joined her.

This didn't slow them any but only whetted their appetites for more sexual climax so they continued their scissoring front, their smooth wooden leg and wet slit writhing against the early. Finally after multiple climax Inga shifted her position so she was no longer lying down but upright though her legs 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 Death like French say."

A shortly time later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the crime fighter was pulling on her pants that the Swede acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the 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 up her gasp all the way up.

"One endure kiss to think back me by, please."

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

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

Batgirl had to maintain all her self-control to not laugh as she said this but the look of quick, undisguised joy on Inga's grimace warmed her nerve ( and loins ) greatly.

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

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her munition around Batgirl's wooden leg just in cause she changed her mind and tried to allow for. She then kissed her right wing on her wet, puffy pussy lips. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French candy kiss of a sort, with Inga's nimble lingua sliding between her pussy lips. At the Lapplander time the au couplet's nose connected with Batgirl's button stimulating her further.

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

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

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

"You make for certain you do my heroine,"the Scandinavian ravisher replied as she reluctantly took her men off her new lover's perfect ass.

Without saying another Word Batgirl sprang out the window onto the fire escape. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the background. Looking up she gave a wave before disappearing into the skittle alley. Coming to her own window a second later she slid it unfold without a audio before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the windowpane she was about to remove her mask when she noticed there was light streaming into her sour bedroom from around the bound of the doorway though she knew no light had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the door she listened and after a present moment she heard what sounded ilk quiet external respiration. Not knowing what to carry she inched the door opened and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the living room she could see the seated figure of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the threshold of the livelihood room a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her the boot and the figure started.

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

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END