The Joke's On Batgirl
( The sequel to The jokester's On Batgirl )
By rutger5 right of first publication 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the heavy bag with one final flurry of puncher but like all previous endeavor it left her feeling somehow restless. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the dirty bin before heading for the gym exit. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her alabaster pelt than the aroused gym DoI had but it didn't cause Barbara to transfer her plans.

After a quick stint of her toned quadriceps she took off along the downtown Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five miles and XXX five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her apartment construction. A short while later after showering Barbara ate her solitary dinner then settled onto the couch with a Scripture. Despite her best crusade to read she soon found her psyche drifting to other corpulent subjects.

Two separate thought process occupied her intelligent brain to the exception of all else. The first of all was whether she could ever assume the Mickey Charles Mantle of Batgirl again. For ever since that disastrous night when the Joker and his bunch had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was shy what to do. The fact that she had faced almost universal condemnation from the city she had risked life and limb for numerous clock time fed into her incertitude but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally firm enough to continue being a masked crime 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 goose egg seemed to help. Cumming only made it big and she'd been forced to extend duplicate dyad of sensible, white cotton plant pantie with her at all prison term so she could interchange when they became soaked from her copious and tasty juices.

She'd even gone to a bingle bar ( while disguised in a blond wig and sunglasses ) with the purpose of picking up a stranger for anonymous sex. The only thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her motivation she still had some minimum standards and for some reason that Nox only the dregs of humanity were submit. So she had settled for visiting a squalid sex shop in Gotham's red-light district instead, purchasing a great, realistic dildo that resembled a cock with balls.

It had received legion workouts in the short time she'd owned it and while it helped to fill a void it wasn't the same as a warm, human organic structure. What was speculative was that each orgasm it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd become an uncontrollable nymphomaniac and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to turn back the clock. She would drift off into an nervous slumber after hour of masturbation, her dildo slick with her own juices lying beside her, only to wake the following morn as horny as ever. She had begun to get dark circle under her centre from lack of sopor and it was only her accomplishment with makeup that prevented others from noticing.

Making matters uncollectible was that areas in her life that would have comforted her in the past tense or been a position of sanctuary no longer were. Due to the fortune of what had happened Barbara had avoided her father, at to the lowest degree in the flesh, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how busy and tiring piece of work had been lately as an excuse and he hadn't pressed the government issue.

Part of that was because he'd been wracked by guilt trip and feeling distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the work force ( and assorted other soundbox parts ) of the Joker and his gang. Since he'd been the one to assure her of the jokester's escape and had given her his ( loath ) blessing to trace for him he felt creditworthy for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a public assertion in support of Batgirl in the aftermath, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the in good order matter 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 expression of the dry land and there wasn't even a hearsay of his location in Gotham's Hell grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no solacement at piece of work for like most places in Gotham urban center the Batgirl picture was the main topic of conversation with most librarians weighing in ( in hushed tonicity, of course ) on the controversial and obscene subject. The most hateful scuttlebutt came from young lady Peychaud, a prune faced, piercingly spinster of the old schoolhouse whose nifty pleasance in life consisted of scolding children who spoke too loudly and maligning any woman more attractive than she was, which was roughly ninety nine percentage of the female person population.

"Why she's nothing but a common tart and libertine,"she hissed to Mrs. John Luther Jones, an owlish and genial fellow bibliothec, as the woman took their break inside the stave waiting room one fine summer afternoon.

"Now I don't know about that miss Peychaud,"the bombastic cleaning woman replied before her angulate workfellow interrupted.

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

"wellspring I admit her costume isn't loose fitting but she also has the physique to pull it off. Most of us would look dopy or defective if we were to try to snip that way. Still no subject what she wears she's done a lot of good things. Countless times I've read in the newspaper publisher about her capturing some outlaw or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my contention that her so name heroic verse are at best exaggeration to sell papers and more likely outright Lie. If you dig deep you'd probably find that she traded sexual party favour with these reporters in club for them to write such tripe so she could become renowned. No, tick my words, what has been revealed in this filthy, pornographic moving painting is the real number Batgirl - a degenerate tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fist as her angriness grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old woman for after Barbara had been appointed head librarian miss Peychaud had told anyone that would listen that Miss Gordon was far too vernal and inexperient for such a obligation but it must be nice to have friends in senior high school places. Barbara tried to remain calm but as all the bile streamed out of Miss Peychaud's rima oris she finally reached her breaking decimal point. Just as she began to bear with the intent of giving the malicious viper a piece of her mind another librarian flare-up into the room gasping for breath.

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

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

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

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

"Oh yes Miss Gordon, I'm sorry I get so excited. But when I became a bibliothec I didn't realize I'd be dealing with berth like this. I thought overdue library record book would be the big thing I'd have to deal with."

The early bibliothec wanting to experience 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 dress are filthy and he smells really bad."

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

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

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

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

"Yes I'm sure."

With a determined look in her eye Barbara walked into the computer elbow room while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs. Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could get a line the tinny strait of a woman moaning before she saw the man and true statement be told her sensitive nose smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a Holocene lawsuit filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham City Criminal liberty spousal relationship ) and settled by the city that simply smelling or watching smut in the library weren't grounds enough for remotion. Still she had to at least try to get him to modify his conduct for the good of the other library users.

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

At the audio of her vocalisation the man swiveled in his chair and faced her and it was clear from his appearance that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably middle aged but he was so dirty and unkempt that it was firmly to tell for sure. The man was on the stocky side with longish, greasy hair and an unshaven face while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for gold. On seeing the imagination of feminine loveliness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

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

Her retort died on her rim as her eyes took in the woman on screen who was the recipient of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her yearning physical structure as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple tough rooster filling every hole. For a moment she remained stop dead 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 electronic computer screen and the man's bulging jetty,"was that you could designate some thoughtfulness for your cuss library patrons. Could you perhaps grow the volume down or use the provided earphone so as not to trouble others ?"

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

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

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

Without saying another discussion Barbara turned on her heel and retreated and as she did she could feel his centre staring at her intone legs and border the whole meter. She didn't pause but strode past the other bibliothec and continued to the front desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the phone she dialed as the other librarian clucked like a pot of hens.

"Yes, Gotham metropolis Police Department. I'm calling from the chief ramification of the Gotham City Library where we're having a bit of a problem with soul. Could you please get off 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 connection in this face its justified,"missy Peychaud sniffed.

"well fille Peychaud while I'm so proud of to obtain your approval I've used no connections. I didn't quotation my name or my father nor do I programme to. The fact is though this person may view whatever material he wants on the figurer there are other ingredient which I'll point out to the police when they arrive which should take care of this trouble, at least for today."

True to her Son Barbara spoke to the responding officeholder and accompanied them to the computer room. When the man saw them he immediately began to protest loudly about his right field when the honest-to-goodness of the two officers cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be able-bodied to convince some bleed spunk judge but I don't tending. At the to the lowest degree I can charge you with drunk and disorderly and throw you in the tank until you're sober. And if you give me a intemperate meter then I'll charge you with lewd and lewd demeanour and who is the justice going to believe - a part of man scraps like you or a sweetly young womanhood like this ? So this is what you're going to do. You are going to get up and leave not only this library but anywhere I might see you while patrolling or I might just blank out you have rights. Now move !"

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

Sighing in relief she thought they'd motive to hold the janitor disinfect the death chair before it could be used again. She next turned her attention to the data processor with the purpose of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself unable to. Barbara did manage to damp the volume but for the next five second she watched breathlessly while a revolving mathematical group of ‘ player'double penetrated the untested woman.

It was only when she felt her own secretions start trickling past her panties and down her thigh that she moved. Turning off the reminder she headed to her office where she took the precaution of locking the door before pulling up her skirt and sitting with legs paste wide. Since her dildo was back at place Barbara had to extemporize with what was uncommitted. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the trick. It was a token from when she had attended a bibliothec convention in the nation's capital and was shaped like the capital of the United States Monument.

Barbara's agile pink tongue first licked the glass paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her step-in to the side exposing her juicy pussy. Carefully she inserted it between her pinko lower brim and as it slid inside it made a squishy strait. Barbara was so stimulated already that this was sufficiency to trigger an climax though she was far from satiated. She waited until her pussy 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 thinker 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 free deal she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could tweak her rear nipple while continuing to bonk herself with the dagger shaped paperweight.

closing her eyes she allowed her vivid resourcefulness to lease over and if her swain bibliothec had known what perverted thoughts she was imagining they would have been dumbfounded. For in her mind she replayed what had just transpired in the computer room with a far different outcome. At the point where she had turned to forget Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waistline and pushing her down face first onto the board. His filthy hand pulled up her doll and yanked down her pantie and seconds later he rammed his hard cock into her.

In her fancy he was relentless, pounding her tight pinkness laborious and degraded while yanking back on her tomentum until her neck musculus were taut. His other hand pinched and slapped her house backside as he continued thrusting ball deep making her cry out with pleasure.

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

It took a few minutes for her to regain her sense of balance after her massive orgasm at which point her hand released her attendant boob and she slid the glass paperweight from her molten sex. Laughing naughtily Barbara licked up every drop of her nectar before returning the paperweight to its place on her desk with a newfound warmness for the souvenir.

Standing on precarious legs Barbara fixed her clothing before opening a window to air out her place for the heady aroma of female lust was overpowering. After that she returned to exercise and was able to induce 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 murder costume from her rented garage and set about mending it. Perhaps urge on by her now increased libido she did stool some alterations to it however. Where previously it had been a one piece skintight jumpsuit, with a zipper in the spine, she turned it into two small-arm.

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

As for the triumphant return of Batgirl it was lot that decided thing for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Saturday three week after the Joker incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment construction after a long run. She had been exercising more and more in the hope that tiring herself out might lessen or at to the lowest degree blunt her sex driving force with little termination to show for it. Despite her running a retentive distance than normal she felt hornier than ever with her snatch wetter than the residue of her sweat soaked body. Her footstep had slowed to a jog for she decided to encircle the block as a cool down.

Now much as Barbara's apartment building had an alley on one side as well as behind it so did many of the former flat construction in the neighborhood. It was while passing such an skittle alley around the nook from her home that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the scene in the library loitering about while imbibition from a bottle of hootch. Despite using him for a masturbatory fantasy, in material life she had no desire to get within ten feet of him so she continued jogging.

Still even after returning to her flat it troubled her that he was about her neighborhood. At the least he was a drunken nuisance and she suspected if given half a opportunity he might do some existent mischief. Because of that Barbara decided to waive putting on the air conditioning despite the summertime heat and instead opened her windowpane before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just concurrence Barbara soon heard a commotion as she drank down the heavyset drinkable. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the familiar bum gesticulating wildly while making crude and raunchy 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 let phoned the police while keeping an eye on the situation to hold sure it didn't escalate but something snapped in her.

Maybe it was because of how he had acted in the depository library or all her pent up thwarting from the past times few week's event but Barbara had reached her breaking point. Sprinting to her bedroom she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in record time. No sooner had she slipped the wig and mask on her top dog then she was slithering out her bedroom windowpane, fastening the mantle once she reached the bowling alley.

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

The girl must have been cutting through the alley on her return when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. Much as in the library he was fondling his crotch while she appeared frozen with care and unable to locomote. There is no telling what would induce happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that mo he seized the wrist of the young woman while brandishing a boxcutter in the other helping hand. He dragged her away from the saunterer and toward the dumpster.

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

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

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

"Batgirl ! Didn't the joker put you in your plaza 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 video I'm guessing it's gon na be my unvoiced cock."

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

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the wall against her cover. He inched closer holding the sword before him when without warning she struck. Her bang was so fast that the weapon system was knocked from his now asleep script before he realized it while the future one connected solidly with his middle forcing his breath out with a gasp. The coup de grace she uncharacteristically delivered with her clenched fist, striking the reeling man on his jaw so hard he was sent sprawling onto the bowling alley pavement.

The future affair Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au span was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a hour Batgirl couldn't move as the closeness of the North Germanic language overwhelmed her senses. The young fair sex smelled like summer hemangioma simplex and savage flowers and her diffuse, voluptuous body felt comparable promised land to Batgirl but finally she broke the patch she was under enough to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the Whitney Young woman answered as she reluctantly released her savior though she remained so close that Batgirl could still feel her warm breather on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a phone with you could you address the police ?"Batgirl asked though she was ineffective to bet into the young cleaning lady's ice blue middle as she did so, afraid the au pair would be capable to see the lusty thought process she was thinking about her.

"Yes, I have mobile sound. 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 up him onto his stomach and assure his mitt with a ziptie she removed from a pouch on her public-service corporation belt. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making sure her young charge was okay. The yearling had managed to log Z's through all the upheaval and had a peaceable smile on his cherubic face. After satisfying herself that he was hunky-dory Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

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

Batgirl swallowed punishing for though she could feel Inga's heart pounding like a jackhammer she also felt the heat from her entire, shapely breast even through her boxing glove. Once Batgirl's helping hand was pressed to her big bosom Inga sighed and closed her eyes while holding it in blank space until Batgirl felt her own heart rate quicken.

"You must let me give thanks you properly Batgirl. If not for you then who knows what 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 advantage I need,"Batgirl replied, her back talk suddenly dry.

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

Batgirl was spared having to answer for right at that moment a constabulary car screeched to a hitch 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 thing to me when she come from nowhere and write me."

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

"Yes Officer Muldoon, I happened to be in the locality 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 mighty over there,"Batgirl said while pointing out the location of the boxcutter.

"Riley,"the first base policeman barked out,"get that in an evidence bag and make sure not to pollute 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 people in my corner,"she replied in a pipe down 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 aggressor up to his foot and moving him to the police car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a small crowd of onlooker had gathered and even risky was that there were many citizenry watching from windows in the surrounding construction. How on earth would she be able to get back to her own apartment undetected with all these observers she wondered.

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

"OK, thank you. I will Officer."

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

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

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

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

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

"Since that dirtbag is in the back rump why don't you ride in the nominal head with us. It might be a footling crowd together but better than being with the trash."

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the seat with ship's officer Muldoon following and while it was a snug fit it was certainly better than the alternate. officeholder Riley was using the police radio receiver to report they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the presence of the patrol car gave Batgirl a intuitive feeling of nostalgia from when she was a girl and rode on social function with her father and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying closing aid so when Officer Riley had to stop short due to a traffic brightness level changing she was caught off safeguard. Officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his left mitt shot out to steady himself and wound up on top of Batgirl's leg decently above her knee.

"Sorry,"he mumbled.

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

Well to be more accurate his helping 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 way and to nominate matters spoiled he had a gold nuptials band on his digit so he must be married. But on the early hand she was very aroused and his hand felt so undecomposed as it climbed higher.

making her decision she spread her thigh wider allowing his hand access to her covered mound. When the car stopped at the next red light officeholder James Whitcomb Riley's deal began to fondle her former leg as military officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her thigh. During all this no one rung and Batgirl focused her eyes straight ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary was taking office. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing orgasm they reached their terminus first and both men took their handwriting away leaving her richly though not dry. After first removing the prisoner they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

"I'll bring him to a holding cadre,"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,"policeman Muldoon replied as he motioned for her to accompany him.

He escorted her to an unoccupied interview way and once they were inside he closed the threshold behind them. The room contained four metal chairs and a board and after the summer heat energy outside the cool air felt particularly cold against Batgirl's cutis. The cop produced a pen and a piece of newspaper before sitting down and she followed suit.

"Just spell down what happened today if you don't nous and I'll attach it to our official composition later."

"Of course Officer Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the hindquarters trying to get well-heeled but whether due to the hard, cold metal or her burning twat she was unsuccessful.

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

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

He nodded in reply before standing then moving next to her where he leaned down so he could register it. As he did he rested a hand on her shoulder and when she said zero he slid it down until he was palming her firm breast. Batgirl gasped when he squeezed it and before she knew it his other mitt was squeezing the former one. Even before he'd touched her breasts her nipples were hard from the air conditioning and his warm touch only stimulated them further.

In reception her left hand reached across her organic structure until it came into contact with officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his turn to pant when she started massaging his bulge through the material of his uniform pants as his hard-on swelled magnanimous. She swiveled around in the chair so that she had better admittance to what she wanted and though this caused him to exhaust her breasts with what she was doing it was more than a clean trade off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one hand continued rubbing his cock while the other hand began unfastening his trousers. Only then did she move her hand off his bulge but just so she could use both hands to yank down his pants and bagger. She giggled with delight when his concentrated cock sprang up after being released but it had only a few bit of freedom before she took it into her warm, inviting mouth.

She took him to the back of her sass in one smooth move before pulling back until only his tumesce head remained inside. Batgirl's knife swirled around it, licking the read/write head as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a second Batgirl began taking him deep while continuing to use her nimble lingua on his throbbing cock. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his globe, adding to his pleasure and if things had continued like this for much longer he may make cum earlier than he wished. But just then the threshold opened and Officer Riley slipped inside the interview room.

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

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

For the succeeding few min Batgirl went back and Forth River between the two cops, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their idea with lustfulness. It was Officer Muldoon that switched matter up, for right after she'd released his peter and took his partner's he moved to the incline of her. His script first moved her cape to one side allowing him to unzip the top half of her costume and with her acquiescence he was able-bodied to get rid of it freeing her pert, perky chest. While this took office Batgirl managed to keep Riley's cadaver cock in her mouth, though she had to momentarily take her hand off his balls.

ship's officer Muldoon's lips then took her sore nipple into his lip and sucked on it while his clapper ran back and Forth River over the upright nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a muffled moan as she continued sucking on James Whitcomb Riley's erection for all she was worth. After a minute of knocker play Muldoon took his backtalk away from her firm knocker though his hand continued to tweak her nipple.

"Batgirl, do you call back you can fend ? I really want to taste your pussy if I can."

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping Riley's tool in her mouth but she was able-bodied to stir her consistency by raising her ass a few inches off the chair allowing Muldoon to force it away.

As soon as it was out of the way she further adjusted her body so that she was standing in a bent over stance which permitted Muldoon to begin working on her bottoms. It wasn't easy as the fabric was pare tight and he had to slowly roll it past her articulatio coxae and derriere but with perseverance he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to waitress any longer he crouched behind her and buried his typeface in her succulent ravisher and due to her stimulation it was instantly coated with her odoriferous juices.

Batgirl gasped as his tongue worked its way into her tunnel as far as it could reach after which she began to rock her hips back and forth so that his tongue was literally fucking her. His custody grabbed her pelvic girdle as he tried pushing his spit deeper into her while her depart mitt reached back to perpetrate on his hair. During this she continued to slide her lips the duration of Riley's erection prompting him to take her chest and thrust it hard.

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

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his tongue from her dear pot before standing. It took but a few seconds for him to guide his hard-on to her waiting hole and she was so wet he sank bollock deep with one push. After letting out a little heave Batgirl resumed sucking on James Whitcomb Riley as Muldoon pumped her from behind.

Now whether it was because they were spouse or just coincidence the two copper managed to synchronize their crusade to an eldritch degree. As Muldoon's cock bottomed out in her wet Batcave, James Whitcomb Riley's puff up psyche probed her pharynx as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both remainder caused her to bear onto Riley's legs for dear spirit as she felt an sexual climax building.

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

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

"star sign me up for that buddy,"Riley replied as his pecker slipped from her sassing with a string of saliva hanging down from it.

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

The two cops 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 thrill and pants off so we can consume some more fun."

Riley went aright to work, first removing her high-pitched heeled boots before working her skintight posterior down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her incline at the edge of the table and raised her upper leg into the air. James Whitcomb Riley pulled her body to redress where he wanted it before lining his prick up with her pussy. He rubbed it against her puffy lips and clit for a bit, doing his best to badger 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 scuttle before guiding it inside her lips. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her snatch he surrendered to it and skid trench inside her wet plication. 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 mouth is so empty. Do you know of anything operose and tasty to fill it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her case and slid his cock between her parted lip and he didn't stop until his wiry pubic hair's-breadth was brushing against the gentle tegument of her cheek. She made a gurgling audio as her throat was pierced by his invade fellow member though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to draw in him deeper.

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his all-encompassing cock, using short-change, brawny thrusts. His bridge player brought her simple foot to his mouth allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the same time. This duple teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to pull his rigid turncock from her mouth.

"Hey lets switch over position again pal. I don't think I can conclusion much longer and I'd really like to find her Sweet pussy again before I lose it."

Riley made a aspect for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a good partner he consented to the request after a match more rapid ticker of his pelvic arch. As soon as he was out of her Riley spun Batgirl's body around so that she was flavorless on her binding and fabrication widthwise across the tabular array. Because of that her head now hung upside down beyond the table allowing her to easily deep throat 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 face. He took the bait and began to kiss and lap them enthusiastically while continuing to tickle her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to last as long as possible didn't penetrate her pussy at start but instead slid his peter along her wet furrow. While this felt well to them both, especially to Batgirl each clock time his helmet head word collided with her clit, it also allowed him some time to settle down a bit. Even when he did embark inside her logic gate of Eden he went slower than he desired in guild to prolong his pleasure.

However despite his unspoiled feat her tight pussy muscles soon had him on the edge of orgasm again, forcing him to pull up out of her before it was too late. Breathing deeply he slapped his toilsome nub against her flaccid twat a few times before again jamming it back inside her. His hands grabbed her ass impudence as he started to dog pound her as firmly and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley's branch to stabilise herself as they speared her from both remnant. Riley was holding her feet and kissing them while fucking her face and with each stab his glob collided with her nose. Sensing he was airless Batgirl moved one hand from his leg and managed to caress his chunk. That motility was all it took to send him over the edge.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's body tensed as his orb sac tightened and a few seconds later Batgirl's throat was flooded with his thick seminal fluid. 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 appendage from her mouth but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her hand grabbed the shaft and held it by her red lips allowing her lingua to lick his spiritualist principal making him moan loudly.

Muldoon was already on the sceptre of exploding even before witnessing this erotic vista unfold only a pair of base away and watching it was like throwing gasoline on his raging fire. He buried his shaft in her wet folds one final time as he felt himself swell in anticipation of imminent orgasm.

"May the paragon preserve us ! Now what in heaven's gens is going on in here ?"the aloud 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 door had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent peter and was unaware that the threshold had even opened. On hearing the foreman he'd first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to pull his uniform trousers up to cover his disclose member.

For his part Muldoon had partially turned his body in the direction of the articulation which resulted in his cock slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to shoot drops of white liquified erotic love. All he could do under the circumstances was stand there while his spermatozoon splattered against the back of her second joint as boss O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the neighborhood to see what was taking plaza headman O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview room closing the door behind him before addressing his officers.

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

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

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

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

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

Without saying another Logos both cops finished fastening their pants before exiting the room leaving the top dog alone with Batgirl. During the time the honcho had chastened his officeholder Batgirl had rolled off the board and landed catlike on her bare metrical foot. As she silently stood there she could feel Muldoon's cum sliding down her leg yet even under the unusual lot she still wasn't satisfied and craved more. Her Bob Hope of an additional round of drinks with the two cops had been thwarted but she wasn't ready to give up yet. Not when there was still another man in the room so she next turned her tending to Chief O'Hara.

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

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no indigence to apologise. Though you've helped out the department many time including today you're a private citizen not a public handmaid. So it's a different matter for you. They on the other hand should roll in the hay better than to be carrying on while on duty."

While speaking to her his eyes darted around wildly in an attempt to not look at her nearly nude statue body 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 mitt against his uniform crown only made affair more difficult for the Chief despite his best intentions.

"Still I have to bear some of the blame headman. It can't be well-heeled for a man to stick focused on line of work with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you retrieve Chief O'Hara, do you find it hard to reduce with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually garrulous peace officer found he was speechless. Now while he was unable to verbally express himself another part of his body was making its opinion known. For as they stood there a prominent bulge was growing ever enceinte in his uniform trousers 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 help with that honcho ?"

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

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

He then tried to align her yellow cape so it would deal her firm breasts in the hope that the out of sight, out of mind precept might assist but as he moved the fabric his hand brushed across her rear nipple. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her hand fondled his groin with more urgency and just like that he was lost. His script groped her tit while his other arm circled her waist pulling her sexy eubstance even closer to his. Bending down his mouth found hers and they exchanged a passionate candy kiss, their glossa engaging in a mettlesome wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took mastery of the situation. Her hands pushed his beefy soundbox backwards until he collided with a chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no meter but straddled his invest body before sitting on his lap making him moan with pent up desire. One of her hands took her bosom while the other took off the chieftain's hat and dropped it onto the table before pushing his principal toward her bosom.

Needing no advance guidance the chief began to take up on her breast enthusiastically, trying to fit as a good deal of the tender flesh into his mouth as he could. His arm again circled her waspish waistline while his free hand moved upward to subscribe hold of her neglected breast. His thick thumb and forefinger pinched the vertical nipple sending signals to both her brain and pussy.

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

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

Her hands feverishly undid his belt and trousers and he helped by lifting his ass off the president allowing her to commit his pants down to his knees. She smiled when she first saw his big peter standing up straight and set up for action. The headway was vauntingly and red with pre-cum already leaking from the slit while the shaft was thickheaded and swollen with vena twisting around it.

Her script circled the radix as she bent down until her rima oris was but an inch above it. Her tongue extended past her red rim and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative groan in response. Her optic met his as she opened her mouth widely and a second base later Batgirl engulfed the bellying 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 turgid shaft as would fit into her thirsty sassing. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely flow down the shaft of light until it was soaked and slippery. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted no further time but pulled her talk off him though she kept her hand firmly around the blanket pedestal.

She again straddled his sitting kind and lowered her own body while guiding his cock rightfulness where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thick-skulled member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't stop until he was fully inside her. Only then did she hesitate for a present moment to grant her body to correct for though gaffer O'Hara wasn't prospicient than his officer he was certainly thicker.

While sitting like that with his rooster buried inside her Batgirl couldn't help but reverberate on how you could never enter out this loony, marvellous world or predict what would happen in it. Back when she was a girl she had innocently bounced on foreman O'Hara's knee joint and now, well she was on the Lapp lap but there was aught innocent about it.

Placing her hands on his full shoulders she began to bounce up and down on his fat cock while making sure to lean forward so her bosom were within range of his mouth. The top dog didn't disappoint but clamped his teeth onto her protrude nipple and lightly bit it. At the Lapplander metre his strong hands grabbed delay of her toned ass cheeks and squeezed them.

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

He didn't reply for he preferred to use his mouth to go forward to suck and nibble on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her statement for he'd never felt a tighter pussy. Her internal muscularity squeezed his egotistic hard-on like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the pleasurable feeling. As she moved on him his bridge player reached up and took hold of her yellow utility belt. Once he had a firm clutch on it he used it to pull her down hard onto his cock before she would rise up again and this sequence was repeated over and over again.

They were so caught up in what they were doing that neither was mindful that another mortal had quietly entered the way. The figure stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvis on Chief O'Hara's shillelagh with enceinte interest. Though there was plenty to see his middle remained fixated on her chant and perfectly shaped buttocks to the exclusion of all else. imagination from the past flooded his mind as he remembered another derriere just as perfect tense that he had never forgotten or gotten over losing.

Before he even realized what he was doing Commissioner William James Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing stopcock to escape the confines of his frock slacks. Spitting onto his manus he began to stroke himself in clip to her apparent motion until his erection had reached its full dimensions at which metre he moved toward her with only one thing on his mind, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no matter the consequences.

The get-go Batgirl was cognisant that someone else was in the room was when she felt something hot and hard touch her ass cheek as it attempted to record her gather back door. Due to her body's movement it was unable to gain entree however. Before she had a chance to react she heard a familiar voice that shook her to the core of her being, freezing her muscles as if they were paralyzed while causing her intellect to go numb from the unexpected seismic disturbance.

"Well chieftain, 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 trouble slipping into Batgirl's beautiful posterior. Could you spread her ass so I can establish some old school stylus sodomy."

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

"Certainly not head,"he replied before spitting a tumid gob of saliva onto Batgirl's exposed sphincter,"among right admirer like us there can be no secrets or embarrassment. If two old chums can't portion a woman what's this world coming to."

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his large mushroom foreland against her rumple hole which slowly yielded to the clamant imperativeness. He grunted as he forced it past her anal anchor ring and even though her first defense was breached he found her ass so pissed he had to hesitate momentarily. During the lull Batgirl regained some control of her faculties but all she managed to do under the sordid portion was to lay to rest her face against Chief O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick phallus further into her pissed ass and though it resisted the intrusion he persevered as inch after inch slowly disappeared inside her binding groove. Only after he had buried his wide-cut distance in Batgirl's swag deep did Commissioner Gordon stop and that was so that he could fully savor the wiz. Taking a rich breath he then slid most of his cock 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 headman started thrusting for all they were worth, slamming her tight hole to the brim with hard cock. In LE than two minutes Chief O'Hara could feel himself hurtling toward coming for beyond the stimulation of Batgirl's incredibly pixilated pussy on him was the flavour of the Commissioner's driving cock on the other English of her pussy membrane. His case turned red and his pectus heaved as Heaven on land beckoned.

"Glory be ! It's like the nonsuch be marching in me blarney rock !"he cried out as his shillalah exploded deep inside Batgirl's wet cave, flooding her with his cream.

Aware that his friend was cumming Commissioner Gordon stopped moving and waited until Chief O'Hara had finished discharging and his ruddy face had regained its convention color. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl's waist and holding her tightly he straightened his trunk up while pulling her with him. This caused the head's expend cock to slip out of Batgirl's kitty as her body rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, half carried her limp trunk to the table where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening gaffer O'Hara had removed his handkerchief which he used to clean up his shrinking member.

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

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

Putting his words into natural action Commissioner Gordon began to slide his hard-on in and out of her at a at leisure step. He went nice and slow, reveling as each inch went into her tight back doorway until his testis would meet her wet little pussy at which time he would change by reversal direction until only the tip of his cock remained inside her crumple hole. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her tit, script and cheek resting on top of the table as she was sodomized by her unknowing father.

Despite her placid exterior Barbara's mind was in turmoil as conflicting emotions swirled inside her. What was happening was wrong she knew, for fathers and daughter weren't supposed to rent in sexual relations and yet to her shame region of her wanted it to proceed. It felt so good and where was the harm she reasoned. He didn't realise it was his own daughter for he'd never shown an intimation of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their fundamental interaction. To have him stop might actually brace his distrust that something wasn't rightfulness about the berth and since he was only using her ass there was no chance of an incestuous sister resulting from the proscribe act.

So though she still had scruple Barbara decided the best course of action was to let things proceed and relish herself to the fullest but to never let it happen again. Having made her determination she concluded that there was only one extra affair that would make the genuine 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 wide turncock in her clenching ass.

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

On hearing the question his eyes lit up with a perverted gleaming that most who knew the respected commissioner of constabulary had never seen or would have expected to. Reaching into the air hole of his suit crownwork his hand emerged with a pair of shining bracelets.

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

Without saying another word Batgirl moved her mitt off the tabular array and extended them back and up past her trunk. He snapped one cuff onto her right carpus but instead of attaching the early his hand grabbed her by the articulatio humeri and pulled her dead body upright.

"Though I would never do this with an real suspect I think it makes more mother wit to cuff your men in front line of you Batgirl. I have the feeling they'll do you more ripe there, you may find a use for them."

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

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

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chair's arrangement so that her headspring and shoulder could just extend to the board with her bent at the waist. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to fuck her again, this time with more force so that each time he bottomed out she let out a little whimper. This caused him to smile as he savored the impression of her taut ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

"looseness with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a well little slut. That's right, finger your little pussy while I use your hot ass."

His hands held her coxa as he increased his speed, now only pulling halfway out before driving his hard fellow member forward again. By this sentence Batgirl had inserted three fingers from one bridge player into her sopping kitty-cat while the index fingerbreadth from her other mitt was rubbing her clit frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her creative thinker Batgirl kept thinking ‘ Fuck me daddy, 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 function Commissioner Gordon's mind was in two lieu at once. Part of him was in the here and now, enjoying the sight, olfactory perception, sound and most importantly the touch sensation of Batgirl's hone ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering exchangeable experiences from his distant past when he was fucking another ass that was just as mingy and shapely, one that looked almost identical to the one he was currently filling.

It was that computer storage 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 couplet to forbear from vaginal sex while she healed from the hard birth. At the prison term he had been in his sexual prime, always horny and insatiate and it had been difficult for him to abstain and to his proud brain masturbation was not a viable option.

So at first they had practiced oral sex but her acquirement weren't up to the project of satisfying him multiple metre each day. She'd been the one to first suggest the choice and he had readily agreed, no doubt inspired by her unbelievable derriere. He had gone irksome and easy the foremost clock time in gild to not bruise her and though she didn't enjoy it, for his sake, she had allowed him to use her in that fashion.

He on the former helping hand had immediately taken to it like a fish to water. The solitary reasonableness he hadn't initially revealed how much 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 affiance in normal intercourse again that thing began to unravel.

He just didn't enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving orgasm was becoming more difficult. She had opposed his movement to use her ass and a water parting grew between them. After that it was only a issue of fourth dimension until former issues reared their head and ultimately they separated. A couple of old age 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 same way his ex's had for that short time and he'd never found it. The respectable char he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to live up to his unnatural desires forcing him to take extremum measures. So on rare social occasion when he couldn't take it anymore the respected public servant had traveled to Atlantic City where he had engaged the services of professional escort to satisfy his anal retentive sex compulsion.

Such natural process had always gone against the grain of his sterling character for he hated to break the law, even if not in his own city and a victimless crime, but he could only stand firm the powerful urges for so long before something had to generate. And now for the first meter since his divorce he'd seemingly found the perfect replacement in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her public utility company whack he increased the speed of his hips, slamming his entire, slurred length into her with each thrust.

Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her fingers deep into her snatch as he pounded her ass until she climaxed once again, crying out in her wantonness. For Commissioner Gordon's division hearing her cum was the final examination drinking straw as he buried his hammer as recondite as it could go. Seconds later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a torrent of midst, white 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 best way to convince her to make this a regular happening. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum ready to come out so he squeezed right below his swollen cockhead to help it on its way. As it fell his hand had continued pulling on her usefulness belted ammunition and the shoemaker's last drop cloth of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's eyes narrowed for decent next to the whitened, limpid off-white was a distinctive nevus that had been covered by Batgirl's usefulness belt before but now lay exposed.

EPILOGUE

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed high-pitched and higher toward the peak of carnal pleasure when one final lick pushed her to the summit. She paused there an instant before soaring even higher as she floated on waves of orgasmic bliss toward sexual nirvana. Her whole body felt at one with the universe as she let out a number of drawn out moans reflecting the high-minded enjoyment she was feeling. Though her eyes were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic drape of color and lights and she felt her toes curl inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an timeless existence in paradise she drifted back down to earth. Languidly she opened her eyes and focused them on Inga's head nestled between her start thighs. The au pair was still licking her succulent, juicy peach though now at a slower tempo with an periodic light source kiss to Batgirl's intimate thigh.

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

"Yes Inga. Words can't give tongue to how often I'm enjoying it, you have a very talented mouth. But you must hold on for a minute."

"But why ? I want to lick you until my clapper is too tired to locomote. You deserve it and your pussy penchant so estimable to me."

"Because I said so,"Batgirl said as with an effort she managed to raise her speed body to an vertical position,"and also because I want to kiss you and I can't while you're licking my pussy."

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

She crawled forward until Batgirl could take her head with both hands at which time she kissed the Swedish lulu. Their rim moved against each other's and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their tongues next splay inside the early's mouthpiece where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and weak with desire.

When the osculation ended Inga attempted to move back down but Batgirl had other plans. Using a judo move she flipped the larger girl onto her back after which she maneuvered her thigh so they were astride Inga's promontory then lowered her own body so they were in a soixante-neuf position. Inga wasted no fourth dimension in raising her head 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 diminutive and pink it appeared as her tongue sampled Inga for the first clip. Finding the taste to her liking Batgirl's tongue burrowed deep inside Inga's garden pink cave as far as it could reach. She swirled it around for a clip causing Inga to lift her pelvis off the bed in an attempt to allow Batgirl's tongue to penetrate even deeper. After a little while Batgirl slid her natural language out but only so she could lick Inga's erect small button instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a muffled moan for it felt as if hot electrical energy was coursing from there across her unanimous skittish system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger inside Inga's tight twat 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 vibration and gasping from an excess of pleasure. During this Batgirl had not let up but go along licking and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blonde had been forced to cry out for relief.

"Oh please you must hold on or I will die from too a good deal cumming ! I beg you beautiful Batgirl to show me mercy. delight !"

While not believing that anything she was doing could leaven calamitous Batgirl sympathized with the girlfriend after what she had herself suffered at the script of the Joker so she ceased her licking. Due to the twat muscle spasms Inga was having Batgirl was unable to remove her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a couple of hour Inga had recovered enough that she was capable to squirm out from underneath Batgirl's body.

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

After saying this Inga stretched her voluptuous torso on the mattress with a contented smiling on her side. The smile got larger 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, golden curlicue. The two remained like that for a short time and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her fingers crept down a few column inch and began to circle Inga's still erect clit while her mouth took the Swede's teat inside and sucked on it.

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

"All decent Inga but you better do it now because I can't help myself. You are too sexy for me to hold open my hands and backtalk off for long."

"Thank you for saying so, I feel same for you. Never have I felt so, what word you American language use, so horny for any early girl, not even my supporter Helga back home who teach me about girl love. You lie on back and I show you unspoilt 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 soundbox around so their question were pointed in reverse directions. With a sinful smiling she rolled onto her face and entwined her peg with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvises were brushing against each former's.

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

The second Batgirl nodded Inga began to grind her wet slit against Batgirl's, sending waving of pleasure throughout both their body. It didn't take Batgirl long to enamor on, for almost immediately she followed suit as the two bumped pussies until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the first to cum though Batgirl was close 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 appetite for more orgasm so they continued their scissoring bowel movement, their smooth peg and wet puss writhing against the other. Finally after multiple orgasms Inga shifted her position so she was no longer lying down but good 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 verbalize,"but only footling death like French say."

A abruptly time later Inga appeared sad as she watched Batgirl dressing but it wasn't until the crime fighter was pulling on her knickers that the Brassica napus napobrassica acted. Rolling off the bed she knelt before the sitting masked vigilante while looking up at her with a pleading expression.

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

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

"One live kiss to remember 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 showtime of a beautiful friendship."

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

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

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her weaponry around Batgirl's legs just in character she changed her mind and tried to will. She then kissed her right on her wet, gusty purulent backtalk. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a French kiss of a form, with Inga's nimble tongue sliding between her pussy lips. At the Saami meter the au pair's nose connected with Batgirl's clit stimulating her further.

"Oh yes ! Oh Inga, that feels so goodness. Don't stop ! Oh, oh,"Batgirl cried out as her bridge player grabbed Inga's blond hair as nirvana beckoned yet again.

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

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

"You make sure as shooting you do my heroine,"the Nordic sweetheart replied as she reluctantly took her bridge player off her new lover's perfect ass.

Without saying another Word of God Batgirl sprang out the windowpane onto the fire outflow. 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 minute later she slid it open without a auditory sensation before pulling herself up and in.

After closing and locking the windowpane she was about to remove her masquerade when she noticed there was clear streaming into her black bedroom from around the bound of the door though she knew no light had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the threshold she listened and after a bit she heard what sounded ilk quiet breathing. Not knowing what to expect she inched the door unfold and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the support room she could see the seated figure of a man with his back to her. Just as she reached the doorstep of the living room a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her boot and the figure started.

She stood motionless for a minute as the man stood then turned in her direction. His center widened and he dropped a transcript of the police report to the flooring below before taking a gradation forward.

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END