The Joke's On Batgirl
( The sequel to The jokester's On Batgirl )
By rutger5 Copyright 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the overweight bag with one final flurry of lick but like all previous efforts it left her feeling somehow ungratified. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the contaminating bin before heading for the gym issue. If anything the humid, summertime air felt even stickier against her alabaster tegument than the horny gym interior had but it didn't cause Barbara to change her plans.

After a straightaway stretch of her toned quad she took off along the business district Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five international nautical mile and thirty five minutes later she slowed as she approached the incoming to her flat building. A brusk while later after showering Barbara ate her solitary dinner then settled onto the sofa with a account book. Despite her dear efforts to read she soon found her mind drifting to other weighty subjects.

Two separate thoughts occupied her levelheaded creative thinker to the expulsion of all else. The first gear was whether she could ever assume the mantle of Batgirl again. For ever since that foreboding night when the Joker and his gang had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was uncertain what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal condemnation from the city she had risked liveliness and tree branch for numerous times fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally strong enough to bear on being a masked offense belligerent.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a cryptical 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 pairs of sensible, white cotton pantie with her at all clock time so she could change when they became surcharge from her copious and tasty juices.

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

It had received numerous physical exercise in the short meter she'd owned it and while it helped to fill a void it wasn't the Lapp as a warm, human being body. What was spoiled was that each sexual climax it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd become an irrepressible 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 uneasy slumber after minute of onanism, her dildo slick with her own juices lying beside her, only to stir up the following dawn as horny as ever. She had begun to get dark roach under her oculus from lack of sleep and it was only her skill with composition that prevented others from noticing.

Making matters tough was that field in her spirit that would have comforted her in the past or been a seat of sanctuary no longer were. Due to the portion of what had happened Barbara had avoided her begetter, at least in the flesh, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how busy and tiring work had been lately as an exculpation and he hadn't pressed the issue.

Part of that was because he'd been wracked by guilty conscience and belief distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the hands ( and assorted other body parts ) of the Joker and his gang. Since he'd been the one to order her of the Joker's escape cock and had given her his ( reluctant ) blessing to hunt for him he felt responsible for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a populace statement in support of Batgirl in the aftermath, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the rightfulness affair 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 face of the earth and there wasn't even a hearsay of his location in Gotham's underworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no solace at study for like most home in Gotham metropolis the Batgirl video was the main topic of conversation with to the highest degree librarians weighing in ( in hushed tones, of course ) on the controversial and salacious subject. The most hateful comments came from young woman Peychaud, a prune faced, acerbic spinster of the old schoolhouse whose swell joy in life consisted of scolding tike who spoke too loudly and maligning any woman more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine percent of the distaff population.

"Why she's nothing but a common whore and libertine,"she hissed to Mrs. Jones, an owlish and cordial colleague librarian, as the woman took their break inside the staff lounge one fine summer afternoon.

"Now I don't know about that Miss Peychaud,"the turgid cleaning lady replied before her angulate workfellow interrupted.

"Oh please, spare me. Even before her dirty conduct was exposed for all to see it was plain to me that she had the moral of an alley cat in heat. I mean have you seen the outfit that she prances around in ? It's so skintight that it's a wonder she can breathe at all and I have no incertitude that if one were to take care closely one could see every contingent of her mons venus despite it being technically covered."

"Well I admit her costume isn't loose fitting but she also has the build to pull up it off. to the highest degree of us would see foolish or spoilt if we were to try to dress that way. Still no matter what she wears she's done a lot of good affair. Countless times I've read in the newspapers about her capturing some criminal or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my contention that her so called heroics are at best magnification to sell papers and more likely outright Lie. If you dig deep you'd probably find that she traded intimate favor with these reporter in rules of order for them to publish such tripe so she could become noted. No, mark my Son, what has been revealed in this filthy, adult moving picture is the real Batgirl - a deviant tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fist as her ira grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old charwoman for after Barbara had been appointed head librarian miss Peychaud had told anyone that would listen that misfire Gordon was far too young and inexperienced for such a duty but it must be prissy to hold friends in senior high school post. Barbara tried to remain calm but as all the bile streamed out of fille Peychaud's mouth she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to stand with the intention of giving the malicious viper a piece of her creative thinker another librarian burst into the elbow room gasping for breath.

"Miss 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 junior librarian's face.

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

"Calm down Enid,"Barbara told her in a soothing tone as she headed for the doorway,"and severalise me as we walk. OK ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes I'm sure."

With a square off look in her eye Barbara walked into the calculator room while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs. John Luther Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could hear the tinny sounds of a charwoman moaning before she saw the man and truth be told her sore nose smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a Holocene lawsuit filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham metropolis Criminal liberty Union ) and settled by the metropolis 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 behaviour for the good of the other library users.

"self-justification me sir,"she said as she approached him from behind,"might I have a Good Book with you about making the library experience better for all ?"

At the sound of her vocalisation the man swiveled in his hot seat and faced her and it was enlighten from his visual aspect that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably middle aged but he was so dirty and unkempt that it was knockout to tell for sure as shooting. The man was on the thick side with longish, greasy hairsbreadth and an unshaved nerve while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for gold. On seeing the vision of feminine fairness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

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

Her retort died on her lips as her eye took in the woman on screen who was the receiver of a gangbang. Barbara felt a tingle run through her yearning dead body as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple backbreaking hammer filling every gob. For a moment she remained glacial 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 computing device filmdom and the man's bulging groin,"was that you could show some circumstance for your fellow depository library sponsor. Could you perhaps become the volume down or use the provided headphones so as not to disturb others ?"

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

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

"No but my offering still goes for you. If you're dainty or rather nasty I'll give you a proficient fuck. What do you say Miss Prim and Proper ?"he asked while chuckling.

Without saying another word Barbara turned on her heel and recede and as she did she could feel his eyes staring at her intone legs and butt the whole time. She didn't pause but strode past the former librarian and continued to the nominal head desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the phone she dialed as the other librarian clucked like a slew of hens.

"Yes, Gotham City Police Department. I'm calling from the main branch of the Gotham metropolis program library where we're having a bit of a problem with someone. Could you please institutionalize a patrol car here as soon as potential ? 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 association in this case its justified,"Miss Peychaud sniffed.

"Well Miss Peychaud while I'm so pleased to meet your commendation I've used no connectedness. I didn't mention my name or my father nor do I architectural plan to. The fact is though this somebody may take in whatever material he wants on the reckoner there are former constituent which I'll percentage point out to the police when they arrive which should take care of this problem, at least for today."

True to her intelligence Barbara spoke to the responding officeholder and accompanied them to the estimator room. When the man saw them he immediately began to protest loudly about his rights when the older of the two officers cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able to convince some run heart judge but I don't concern. At the least I can point you with wino and disorderly and discombobulate you in the tank until you're sober. And if you give me a hard fourth dimension then I'll kick you with lewd and lascivious conduct and who is the jurist going to consider - a spell of human garbage like you or a honeyed young fair sex like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and pull up stakes not only this library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just forget you have rights. Now move !"

Grumbling to himself the bum stood and shuffled off with the officeholder 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 give birth the janitor disinfect the chair before it could be used again. She next turned her care to the calculator with the purpose of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself unable to. Barbara did make do to mute the volume but for the next five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving mathematical group of ‘ histrion'double penetrated the new woman.

It was only when she felt her own secretion start trickling past her panties and down her second joint that she moved. Turning off the admonisher she headed to her government agency where she took the precaution of locking the door before pulling up her skirt and sitting with legs spread wide. Since her dildo was back at home Barbara had to extemporize with what was available. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the magic trick. It was a souvenir from when she had attended a librarian convention in the nation's majuscule and was shaped like the Washington Monument.

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

Putting one metrical unit 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 climax within a few minutes it wasn't enough. Using her free deal she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could fine-tune her erect nipple while continuing to fuck herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

Closing her middle she allowed her graphic resourcefulness to take over and if her feller librarians had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would birth been dumbfounded. For in her mind she replayed what had just transpired in the calculator room with a far different outcome. At the point where she had turned to leave behind Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waist and pushing her down face first onto the table. His smutty script pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panty and arcsecond later he rammed his hard cock into her.

In her phantasy he was relentless, pounding her pissed pinkness severe and fast while yanking back on her hair until her neck muscles were taut. His former hand pinched and slapped her firm backside as he continued thrusting chunk deep making her cry out with pleasure.

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

It took a few minutes for her to find her equilibrium after her massive coming at which peak her hand released her tender white meat and she slid the drinking glass paperweight from her molten sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop-off of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound warmheartedness for the souvenir.

Standing on trembling legs Barbara fixed her wearable before opening a windowpane to air out her federal agency for the heady smell of female person lust was overpowering. After that she returned to work and was capable to make it through the rest of the day without losing control again.

Though still undecided on whether she would ever become Batgirl again, Barbara had retrieved her mutilate costume from her rented service department and set about mending it. Perhaps root on by her now increased libido she did make some change to it however. Where previously it had been a one piece skintight jump suit, with a slide fastener in the rear, she turned it into two pieces.

The top segment she simply hemmed at the waist leaving the zip intact while also hemming the top of the buns section and of course mending what subdivision Harley and the jokester had cut. That allowed the rear to be removed by rolling them off while leaving the top on. In fact after completing the revision she had lain in her bed sans bottoms with the sleep of the costume on and frigged herself with her dildo to an earthshaking climax while watching it all unfold in the mirror.

As for the victorious return of Batgirl it was fate that decided thing for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three hebdomad after the Joker incident when Barbara was approaching her flat construction after a long run. She had been exercising more than and more in the Bob Hope that tiring herself out might subside or at least blunt her sex ride with little results to show for it. Despite her running a longer space than normal she felt hornier than ever with her pussy bed wetter than the relief of her perspiration soaked body. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to encircle the occlusion as a poise down.

Now much as Barbara's apartment building had an alley on one slope as well as behind it so did many of the other flat buildings in the neighborhood. It was while passing such an alley around the recess from her home that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the scene in the depository library loitering about while imbibition from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory fantasy, in real aliveness 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 drunken pain and she suspected if given half a hazard he might do some substantial mischief. Because of that Barbara decided to forgo putting on the air conditioning despite the summer estrus and instead opened her window before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just coincidence Barbara soon heard a commotion as she drank down the boneheaded drinkable. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the intimate bum gesticulating wildly while making oil and obscene remark. Though she was ineffectual to see who he was speaking to, the odds were it was to a woman by what he was saying. Under normal circumstances she probably would have phoned the police while keeping an eye on the place to make certainly it didn't escalate but something snapped in her.

Maybe it was because of how he had acted in the library or all her pent up frustration from the past few week's consequence but Barbara had reached her breakage period. Sprinting to her bedroom she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in record time. No Oklahoman had she slipped the wig and mask on her head then she was slithering out her bedroom window, fastening the cape once she reached the alley.

While her chamber windowpane faced behind her building, the kitchen looked out on the side and it was there that she'd seen and heard the bum. Gliding silently forward she turned the street corner of the building where she saw that he had managed to tree a youth cleaning woman pushing a stroller. Barbara recognized her as an au duad from Sweden who was working the summertime for a couple who also lived in her building.

The girlfriend must give birth been cutting through the alley on her return when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. Much as in the depository library he was fondling his fork while she appeared frozen with fear and unable to move. There is no telling what would have got happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that present moment he seized the wrist of the young char while brandishing a boxcutter in the other hand. He dragged her away from the stroller and toward the dumpster.

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

"Hey puke, why not let her go and drive your opportunity with me instead,"Batgirl called out in a loudly voice.

He whirled around and saw her standing five feet away with her gloved hands on her hips, her full, red lips curled in a half smile.

"Batgirl ! Didn't the turkey put you in your lieu 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 crotch."After seeing your telecasting I'm guessing it's gon na be my hard cock."

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

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the paries against her back. He inched closer holding the blade before him when without warning she struck. Her bitch was so dissipated that the artillery was knocked from his now numb hand before he realized it while the next one connected solidly with his midsection forcing his breath out with a gasp. The putsch 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 succeeding 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 familiarity of the Scandinavian overwhelmed her senses. The young woman smelled like summer strawberries and wild flowers and her soft, sonsy physical structure felt like heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the spell she was under adequate to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the vernal woman answered as she reluctantly released her savior though she remained so nigh that Batgirl could still feel her tender breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a sound with you could you call the law ?"Batgirl asked though she was unable to wait into the young woman's ice blue eye as she did so, afraid the au yoke would be able to see the salacious thinking she was thinking about her.

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

"That's right hand 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 wrap him onto his abdomen and fasten his hands with a ziptie she removed from a pouch on her utility program belt. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making indisputable her young heraldic bearing was okay. The toddler had managed to log Z's through all the excitement and had a passive smile on his angelic face. After satisfying herself that he was delicately Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

"police on way Batgirl, you are my heroine ! I was so fright when that man catch me and then you were there to relieve me. But my center still beating so fast ! Here, you see,"she said taking Batgirl's hired hand and placing it on her ample chest.

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

"You must let me give thanks you properly Batgirl. If not for you then who knows what happen to me. So what you say ?"she said opening her 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 sweet as well as brave but I really want to do…something… to read my appreciation. I do anything for you,"she said before licking her lower lip sensuously.

Batgirl was spared having to answer for right at that present moment a police car screeched to a check at the mouth 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 grab 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 military 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 purpose so I intervened. The knife is right over there,"Batgirl said while pointing out the emplacement of the boxcutter.

"Riley,"the first of all police officer barked out,"get that in an grounds bag and make certain not to contaminate it. By the way Batgirl I'm gladiolus to see you're still in the combat after everything that's happened."

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

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

As Officer Muldoon took down Inga's financial statement his partner was dragging the assaulter 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 modest crew of looker-on had gathered and even worse was that there were many people watching from windows in the surrounding edifice. How on earth would she be able to get back to her own flat undetected with all these observers she wondered.

"All right young lady Oleson I believe we have plenty to go on for now. We'll be in touch with you as the font proceeds. better get the little lumberjack back home."

"Okay, thank you. I will Officer."

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

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

The crowd had burst into sunniness at the slight show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the stroller toward the entrance of the building. Batgirl on the other hand stood there with her face as red as a beet and she didn't know what her next move should be when she realized an police officer was speaking to her.

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

Seeing an out to escape the site about returning home Batgirl nodded in agreement to the hypnotism. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

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

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the seat with Officer Muldoon following and while it was a snug fit it was certainly well than the choice. military officer Riley was using the police force wireless to report they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the strawman of the patrol car gave Batgirl a feeling of nostalgia from when she was a girl and rode on juncture with her begetter and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying close tending so when military officer Riley had to stop over short due to a traffic light changing she was caught off precaution. Officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his leave hired man shot out to steady himself and twist 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 Thomas More exact 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 hand he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an intimate manner and to create affair worse he had a atomic number 79 wedding ring on his digit so he must be married. But on the other hand she was very horny and his manus felt so good as it climbed higher.

Making her decision she spread her thighs wider allowing his hand access to her covered hammock. When the car stopped at the next red light Officer James Whitcomb Riley's hand began to fondle her early leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her thighs. During all this no one rundle and Batgirl focused her middle straight ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary was taking post. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing orgasm they reached their destination first and both men took their hands away leaving her senior high school though not dry. After foremost 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 articulatio cubiti and guiding him down a corridor to the left.

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

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

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

"Of class Officer Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the seat trying to get comfortable but whether due to the knockout, cold 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 longhand script.

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

He nodded in reply before standing then moving succeeding to her where he leaned down so he could interpret it. As he did he rested a hand on her berm and when she said aught he slid it down until he was palming her firm boob. 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 chest her nipples were hard from the air conditioning and his warm touch only stimulated them further.

In response her left hand reached across her body until it came into liaison with ship's 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 swelling through the material of his unvarying bloomers as his erection swelled larger. She swiveled around in the chair so that she had better entree to what she wanted and though this caused him to turn her tit with what she was doing it was more than a just trade off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one hand continued rubbing his turncock while the other hand began unfastening his trouser. Only then did she strike her hand off his bulge but just so she could use both paw to jerk down his pants and packer. She giggled with delight when his heavily cock sprang up after being released but it had only a few indorsement of freedom before she took it into her tender, inviting mouth.

She took him to the binding of her mouth in one smooth motion before pulling back until only his swollen head remained inside. Batgirl's tongue swirled around it, licking the head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a hour Batgirl began taking him oceanic abyss while continuing to use her spry glossa on his throbbing cock. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his glob, adding to his joy and if things had continued like this for much longer he may stimulate cum preferably than he wished. But just then the door opened and police officer Riley slipped inside the interview room.

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

James Whitcomb Riley wasted no time but rushed to stand next to his married person as he fumbled with his uniform drawers. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's inflexible hammer and as soon as James Whitcomb Riley's trouser were undone her head swooped in. He was only partially erect but her hot mouth soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until James Whitcomb Riley was at full mast, coating his member with her spit before switching her attention back to Muldoon.

For the following few minutes Batgirl went back and Forth between the two cop, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their minds with lust. It was Officer Muldoon that switched matter up, for right after she'd released his cock and took his better half's he moved to the side of meat of her. His hand first moved her cape to one side allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was able to move out it freeing her pert, perky breasts. While this took property Batgirl managed to keep Riley's clay tool in her oral fissure, though she had to momentarily acquire her hand off his balls.

Officer Muldoon's lips then took her sensitive nipple into his mouth and sucked on it while his tongue ran back and forth over the erect nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a muffled moan as she continued sucking on James Whitcomb Riley's erecting for all she was Worth. After a minute of bosom play Muldoon took his mouth away from her firm breast though his script continued to pluck her nipple.

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

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

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her dead body so that she was standing in a bent over spot which permitted Muldoon to begin working on her bottoms. It wasn't easy as the cloth was bark tight and he had to slowly roll it past her hips and arse but with pertinacity he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to wait any long he crouched behind her and buried his face in her lush peach and due to her arousal it was instantly coated with her afters juices.

Batgirl gasped as his lingua worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could pass on after which she began to rock her articulatio coxae back and forth so that his lingua was literally fucking her. His hired hand grabbed her coxa as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her get out hand reached back to get out on his hair. During this she continued to slide her lips the length of Riley's erection prompting him to take her breast and bosom it hard.

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

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his tongue from her love pot before standing. It took but a few s for him to guide his erection to her waiting golf hole and she was so wet he sank clod deep with one thrust. After letting out a little gasp Batgirl resumed sucking on Riley as Muldoon pumped her from behind.

Now whether it was because they were married person or just coincidence the two cops managed to synchronize their movements to an uncanny stage. As Muldoon's hammer bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's egotistic head probed her pharynx as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both final stage caused her to nurse onto Riley's legs for dear life as she felt an orgasm building.

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

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

"Sign me up for that chum,"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, gymnastic dead body up.

The two pig wasted no 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 more fun."

James Whitcomb Riley went right-hand to work, first removing her senior high school heeled bang before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her English at the edge of the tabular array and raised her upper leg into the air. James Whitcomb Riley pulled her body to right where he wanted it before lining his cock up with her pussy. He rubbed it against her tumescent lips and clit for a bit, doing his near to tease her but Batgirl was having none of that.

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

"Officer Muldoon my little sassing is so empty. Do you know of anything difficult and tasty to fulfil it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her face and slid his putz between her parted mouth and he didn't stop until his wiry pubic hair was brushing against the soft pelt of her cheek. She made a gurgling speech sound as her throat was pierced by his encroach upon member though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to take out him deeper.

While this was going on James Whitcomb Riley was filling her with his across-the-board cock, using short, powerful thrusts. His hand brought her bare foot to his lip allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the Lapp time. This double teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his strict cock from her mouth.

"Hey lets throw home again pal. I don't think I can go much longer and I'd really like to feel her sweet twat again before I lose it."

James Whitcomb Riley made a face for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a serious collaborator he consented to the request after a duet more speedy 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 back and prevarication widthwise across the table. 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 tractableness Batgirl also lifted both her legs high in the air with articulatio genus twist bringing them near Riley's face. He took the decoy and began to kiss and figure out them enthusiastically while continuing to tickle her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to last as long as possible didn't penetrate her snatch at first but instead slid his shaft along her wet crinkle. While this felt dear to them both, especially to Batgirl each time his helmet head collided with her clit, it also allowed him some sentence to patch up down a bit. Even when he did enter inside her Bill Gates of paradise he went slower than he desired in Holy Order to prolong his pleasure.

However despite his full efforts her tight pussy muscles soon had him on the border of orgasm again, forcing him to get out out of her before it was too latterly. Breathing deeply he slapped his laborious heart against her balmy pussy a few time before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass cheeks as he started to pounding her as toilsome and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto James Whitcomb Riley's stage to steady herself as they speared her from both ends. Riley was holding her pes and kissing them while fucking her face and with each drive his balls collided with her nose. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one hand from his leg and managed to fondle his balls. That motion was all it took to send him over the edge.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's soundbox tensed as his ball sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl's throat was flooded with his thick ejaculate. All she could do was swallow down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing cock 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 mitt grabbed the pecker and held it by her red sass allowing her natural language to lick his sensitive point making him moan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the verge of exploding even before witnessing this erotic scene unfold only a couple of feet away and watching it was like throwing gas on his raging fire. He buried his shaft in her wet folds one final examination time as he felt himself swell in expectancy of imminent orgasm.

"May the saints preserve us ! Now what in Heaven's public figure is going on in here ?"the brassy articulation of Chief O'Hara called out catching the three of them by surprise.

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

For his region Muldoon had partially turned his soundbox in the commission of the voice which resulted in his cock slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to shoot drops of blank liquid love life. All he could do under the circumstances was stand there while his sperm splattered against the back of her thigh as Chief O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the neighbourhood to see what was taking place head O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview room closing the doorway behind him before addressing his officers.

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

Neither man could answer to his comments for both were too embarrassed to even seem his way but instead they cast their hangdog eyes on the tile floor.

"Now have you even interviewed the suspect yet ?"the honcho asked with a inexorable manifestation on his broad 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 important matters first. And don't even think about putting in for extra time today no matter how late you work. Have I made myself clear ? Good, now get out."

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

"I want to apologise to you chieftain for putting you in such a difficult side. I don't know what I was thinking in going along with their suggestion,"she said batting her eyelash at him while moving stuffy to the big Irish cop.

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no want to apologize. Though you've helped out the department many times including today you're a buck private citizen not a public retainer. So it's a dissimilar matter for you. They on the early manus should bed secure than to be carrying on while on duty."

While speaking to her his oculus darted around wildly in an attempt to not calculate at her nearly naked eubstance but being a man he fell well short of this finish. The fact that she'd moved right in social movement of him as he spoke and actually put her gloved bridge player against his uniform crownwork only made things more unmanageable for the Chief despite his best intentions.

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

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually garrulous peace officer found he was dumb. Now while he was ineffective to verbally carry himself another part of his body was making its opinion known. For as they stood there a big bulge was growing ever larger in his consistent trouser until the gaffer worried the wrinkle might burst.

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

As she asked her gloved script touched the swelling lummox causing the Chief to shiver with desire. Even though his lust was making thinking difficult he attempted one More clock time to do the ethical thing.

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

He then tried to set her yellow mantle so it would traverse her firm breasts in the hope that the out of mass, out of judgement principle might serve but as he moved the fabric his helping hand brushed across her erect mammilla. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her hand fondled his jetty with more importunity and just like that he was lost. His manus groped her knocker while his other arm circled her waist pulling her sexy soundbox even closer to his. Bending down his lip found hers and they exchanged a passionate kiss, their tongues engaging in a spirited wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took command of the site. Her hands pushed his burly body backwards until he collided with a hot seat before collapsing onto it. She wasted no fourth dimension but straddled his seated physical structure before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hands took her tit while the other took off the top dog's hat and dropped it onto the mesa before pushing his head teacher toward her bosom.

Needing no further steering the headman began to suck on her knocker enthusiastically, trying to fit as practically of the pinnace flesh into his lip as he could. His arm again circled her prickly waist while his free hand moved upward to take hold of her disregard chest. His thick ovolo and forefinger pinched the erect nipple sending sign to both her brain and pussy.

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

For the next few minutes she gave him an enthusiastic lap dance while Chief O'Hara continued sucking on her sensitive teat until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her hands on his berm she stood up before taking a stone's throw back. Looking down she felt a moment's embarrassment on seeing the big wet spot she'd leftfield on his trouser but she also saw the large bulge that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly undid his belt and pant and he helped by lifting his ass off the chair allowing her to force his knickers down to his articulatio genus. She smiled when she first saw his big cock standing up straight and fix for action. The headway was great and red with pre-cum already leaking from the puss while the shaft was thick and puff up with mineral vein twisting around it.

Her hand circled the base as she bent down until her mouth was but an in above it. Her tongue extended past her red lips and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative groan in response. Her centre met his as she opened her oral fissure extensive and a bit later Batgirl engulfed the bulblike head 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 much of his bombastic cock 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 farther prison term but pulled her mouth off him though she kept her hand firmly around the across-the-board base.

She again straddled his sitting conformation and lowered her own organic structure while guiding his cock right where she desired. They moaned in unison as his loggerheaded member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't plosive speech sound until he was fully inside her. Only then did she intermit for a present moment to allow her body to adjust for though Chief O'Hara wasn't foresighted than his ship's officer he was certainly thicker.

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

Placing her hands on his full shoulders she began to bounce up and down on his fat cock while making certainly to lean forward so her breasts were within range of his oral fissure. The foreman didn't disappoint but clamped his dentition onto her protruding teat and lightly bit it. At the same time his hard hands grabbed cargo hold of her strengthen ass boldness and squeezed them.

"Oh yes !"she whispered into his ear."That's it. Uhhnn, tactile property so full with your big rooster in me !"

He didn't reply for he preferred to use his mouth to cover to take in and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her statement for he'd never felt a tighter pussy. Her intragroup muscles squeezed his swollen erection like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the gratifying flavour. As she moved on him his hands reached up and took hold of her yellowish utility program belt. Once he had a solid grip on it he used it to pull in her fine-tune hard onto his cock before she would rise up again and this chronological succession was repeated over and over again.

They were so caught up in what they were doing that neither was aware that another person had quietly entered the room. The figure stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvis on chieftain O'Hara's shillelagh with capital interest. Though there was plenty to see his eyes remained settle on on her toned and perfectly shaped buttocks to the riddance of all else. Visions from the past tense flooded his judgment as he remembered another derriere just as perfective tense that he had never forgotten or gotten over losing.

Before he even realized what he was doing Commissioner St. James the Apostle Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing stopcock to escape the confines of his garb slacks. Spitting onto his helping hand he began to stroke himself in time to her movements until his erection had reached its full proportion at which time he moved toward her with only one thing on his mind, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no topic the consequences.

The world-class Batgirl was cognisant that someone else was in the room was when she felt something hot and punishing touch sensation her ass cheek as it attempted to enter her puckered backdoor. Due to her physical structure's movement it was unable to advance memory access however. Before she had a opportunity to react she heard a intimate vocalism that shook her to the core group of her being, freezing her muscular tissue as if they were paralyzed while causing her judgment to go numb from the unexpected shock.

"fountainhead Chief, I can see what's delayed you and I can't say I blame you. Would you mind doing your old Friend a favor ? I'm having a bit of worry slipping into Batgirl's beautiful posterior. Could you spread her ass so I can demonstrate some old school dash sodomy."

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

"Certainly not top dog,"he replied before spitting a large gob of spit onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter,"among thoroughly protagonist like us there can be no secrets or plethora. If two old sidekick can't share a cleaning lady what's this world coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his large mushroom point against her crumple hole which slowly yielded to the instant air pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal ring and even though her first defense was breached he found her ass so rigorous he had to pause momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some control of her faculties but all she managed to do under the sleazy circumstances was to bury her facial expression against gaffer 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 inch after inch slowly disappeared inside her back channel. Only after he had buried his fully length in Batgirl's booty deep did Commissioner Gordon stop and that was so that he could fully savor the sensation. Taking a deep breath he then slid about of his cock out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a muffled groan from his cloaked daughter's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the gaffer started thrusting for all they were Worth, slamming her stiff cakehole to the brim with backbreaking dick. In lupus erythematosus than two minute of arc top dog O'Hara could finger himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl's incredibly loaded pussy on him was the feeling of the Commissioner's driving rooster on the other face of her pussy membrane. His face turned red and his chest heaved as heaven on worldly concern beckoned.

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

Aware that his booster was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until gaffer O'Hara had finished discharging and his ruddy 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 chief's spent hammer to slip out of Batgirl's pussy as her torso rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, one-half carried her limp body to the table where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening Chief O'Hara had removed his hankie which he used to clean up his shrinking member.

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

"right hand you are Chief. It probably is better that one of us is in the business office in typesetter's case something happens and I have a feeling it's going to be a piece before I get back there. I'm going to revel fucking Batgirl's ass for as yearn as I can manage."

Putting his countersign into natural process Commissioner Gordon began to slide his erection in and out of her at a leisurely pace. He went overnice and slow, reveling as each column inch went into her tight back door until his musket ball would meet her wet slight kitty-cat at which sentence he would repeal direction until only the tip of his cock remained inside her puckered hole. 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 unknowing father.

Despite her placid exterior Barbara's psyche was in hullabaloo as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was improper she knew, for fathers and daughters weren't supposed to engage in sexual relative and yet to her pity persona of her wanted it to continue. It felt so good and where was the trauma she reasoned. He didn't take in it was his own daughter for he'd never shown an glimmer of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their fundamental interaction. To have him give up 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 verboten act.

So though she still had misgivings Barbara decided the best path of action was to let thing carry on and enjoy herself to the full but to never let it happen again. Having made her decision she concluded that there was only one additional thing that would make the factual act more enjoyable.

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

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

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

On hearing the question his eyes lit up with a demoralize gleam that most who knew the respected commissioner of police had never seen or would receive expected to. Reaching into the pocket of his suit cap his hand emerged with a pair of shining bracelets.

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

Without saying another word Batgirl moved her mitt off the board and extended them back and up past her eubstance. He snapped one turnup onto her decent wrist joint but instead of attaching the other his hand grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her body upright.

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

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

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

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

"looseness with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a good little fornicatress. That's rightfulness, finger your picayune pussy while I use your hot ass."

His men held her hip joint as he increased his fastness, now only pulling halfway out before driving his hard member forward again. By this time Batgirl had inserted three fingers from one handwriting into her sopping pussy while the index finger from her other hand was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her mind Batgirl kept thinking ‘ Fuck me pa, fuck my ass'over and over again as she neared orgasm. 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 places at once. component part of him was in the here and now, enjoying the mint, scent, 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 besotted and shapely, one that looked almost identical to the one he was currently filling.

It was that memory of his ex ( and Barbara's female parent ) that was spurring him ever closer to orgasm. It happened right after his daughter was born that the doctor had advised the pair to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the difficult birth. At the clip he had been in his intimate prime, always horny and insatiable and it had been difficult for him to desist and to his gallant mind masturbation was not a viable option.

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

He on the other hand had immediately taken to it like a Pisces the Fishes to water. The only reason he hadn't initially revealed how much he enjoyed it was due to her tepid response. But each additional metre he sodomized her ass the pleasure increased and the more he wanted to until it became an compulsion. It was after she recovered and was able to engage in pattern sexual congress again that things began to unravel.

He just didn't enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving orgasm was becoming more difficult. She had opposed his campaign to use her ass and a water parting grew between them. After that it was only a matter of clock time until early issues reared their head and ultimately they separated. A pair of geezerhood 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 perfect ass to fulfil him the Lapp way his ex's had for that short metre and he'd never found it. The healthy char he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to live up to his abnormal desires forcing him to accept extreme measures. So on rare social function when he couldn't take it anymore the respected public servant had traveled to Atlantic Ocean City where he had engaged the overhaul of professional escort to satisfy his anal sex compulsion.

Such action mechanism had always gone against the texture of his sterling persona for he hated to break the law, even if not in his own city and a victimless crime, but he could only resist the herculean impulse for so long before something had to generate. And now for the first time since his divorce he'd seemingly found the perfect substitute in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her utility belt ammunition he increased the stop number of his hips, slamming his full, heavyset length into her with each thrust.

Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her finger's breadth deep into her pussy as he pounded her ass until she climaxed once again, crying out in her abandon. For Commissioner Gordon's part hearing her cum was the final straw as he buried his putz as cryptic as it could go. Seconds later he erupted, irrigating her bowel with a inundation of thick, ashen cum. His trunk 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 in effect way to convince her to ready this a steady occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a drib of cum set to emerge so he squeezed right below his swollen cockhead to aid it on its way. As it fell his bridge player had continued pulling on her utility belt and the end drop of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's eyes narrowed for decently next to the white, liquid bone was a classifiable birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl's public utility company belt before but now lay exposed.

EPILOGUE

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed higher and higher toward the pinnacle of animal pleasure when one final lick pushed her to the top. She paused there an instant before soaring even in high spirits as she floated on waves of orgasmic bliss toward sexual nirvana. Her all body felt at one with the universe as she let out a numeral of drawn out groan reflecting the lofty enjoyment she was feeling. Though her eyes were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic curtain of colors and brightness level and she felt her toes loop inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an timelessness in paradise she drifted back down to ground. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga's fountainhead nestled between her set off second joint. The au twosome was still licking her succulent, juicy Prunus persica though now at a slower pace 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 oral ministrations.

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

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

"Because I said so,"Batgirl said as with an campaign she managed to raise her amphetamine dead body to an unsloped perspective,"and also because I want to kiss you and I can't while you're licking my pussy."

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

She crawled forward until Batgirl could submit her head with both hands at which time she kissed the Swedish lulu. Their lips moved against each former's and Batgirl could savour herself on Inga. Their clapper next slipped inside the former's mouth where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and sapless with desire.

When the kiss ended Inga attempted to move back down but Batgirl had former plans. Using a judo motion she flipped the larger girl onto her back after which she maneuvered her thigh so they were astride Inga's head then lowered her own physical structure so they were in a soixante-neuf position. Inga wasted no meter in raising her foreland off the bed to resume feasting on Batgirl's sopping pussy and was rewarded by her own being licked in return.

Batgirl marveled at how tiny and pink it appeared as her glossa sampled Inga for the first time. Finding the gustatory perception to her liking Batgirl's tongue burrowed deep inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could touch. She swirled it around for a metre causing Inga to lift her pelvic arch off the bed in an attempt to allow Batgirl's tongue to interpenetrate even inscrutable. After a little while Batgirl slid her lingua out but only so she could clobber Inga's erect short clitoris instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a damp moan for it felt as if live electrical energy was coursing from there across her unit spooky system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger's breadth inside Inga's tight snatch and started to frig her which triggered a series of orgasms with each more intense than the last until the Swedish au pair was left shakiness and gasping from an surplus of pleasure. During this Batgirl had not let up but continued lacing and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blond had been forced to cry out for relief.

"Oh please you must halt or I will die from too often cumming ! I beg you beautiful Batgirl to read me mercy. delight !"

While not believing that anything she was doing could prove fatal Batgirl sympathized with the daughter after what she had herself suffered at the hands of the joker so she ceased her licking. Due to the pussy muscle muscle spasm Inga was having Batgirl was ineffective to remove her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a couple of arcminute Inga had recovered enough that she was able-bodied to wriggle out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a little while, I think. Then we can make More fun. It was just too a great deal you doing those affair 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 bring you pleasure, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to riposte favor and it was too very much for my hapless nerves. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her luxuriant body on the mattress with a contented smiling on her face. The smile got prominent when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked head teacher on Inga's ample bosom and placing her gloved hand on top of her wispy, golden ringlet. The two remained like that for a curtly metre and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her fingerbreadth crept down a few inch and began to circle Inga's still erect clitoris while her back talk took the Swedish turnip's nipple inside and sucked on it.

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

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

"Thank you for saying so, I feel same for you. Never have I felt so, what word of honor you American use, so hornlike for any other girl, not even my friend Helga back home who teach me about girl dearest. You lie on cover and I show you respectable time."

No Oklahoman had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into side. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's second joint until they were spread wide after which she spun her own body around so their headway were pointed in opposite centering. With a mischievous smile she rolled onto her side and entwined her pegleg with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvises were brushing against each other's.

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

The 2d Batgirl nodded Inga began to toil her wet pussy against Batgirl's, sending wave of pleasure throughout both their bodies. It didn't take Batgirl long to capture on, for almost immediately she followed wooing as the two bumped pussycat until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the showtime to cum though Batgirl was close 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 social movement, their liquid legs and wet pussies writhing against the other. Finally after multiple orgasms Inga shifted her position so she was no longer lying down but upright though her leg were still entwined with Batgirl's. She continued bumping muffs 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 footling death like French say."

A curt time later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the crime paladin was pulling on her gasp that the Swede acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the posing masked vigilante while looking up at her with a pleading expression.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, so you don't indirect request 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-discipline to not laugh as she said this but the spirit of quick, undisguised joy on Inga's nerve warmed her pith ( and loins ) greatly.

"Oh I want to but I didn't dare to dream we see each former again. So then this be kiss effective night, okay ?"

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her arms around Batgirl's legs just in case she changed her mind and tried to depart. She then kissed her rightfulness on her wet, tumid puss back talk. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French people candy kiss of a sort, with Inga's spry tongue sliding between her cunt lips. At the same sentence the au duo's nose connected with Batgirl's clitoris stimulating her further.

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

Phoebe instant later the two stood by the window in an bosom, neither of them wanting to be the one to end it. Finally Batgirl kissed Inga on her soft mouth tenderly while staring into her middle before releasing her.

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

"You make surely you do my heroine,"the Scandinavian stunner replied as she reluctantly took her manus off her new buff's perfect tense ass.

Without saying another word Batgirl sprang out the window onto the fire leak. As Inga watched she descended rapidly until dropping catlike to the primer. Looking up she gave a wave before disappearing into the alley. Coming to her own window a second later she slid it open without a sound before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the window she was about to remove her mask when she noticed there was lightsome streaming into her dark bedroom from around the edges of the door though she knew no luminousness had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the doorway she listened and after a moment she heard what sounded same quiet breathing. Not knowing what to bear she inched the doorway undefended and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the keep room she could see the invest figure of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the doorstep of the aliveness way a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her boot and the pattern started.

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

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END