The Joke's On Batgirl
( The subsequence to The Joker's On Batgirl )
By rutger5 copyright 2016


Barbara Gordon peppered the large bag with one net hustle of punch but like all premature efforts it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the marked-up bin before heading for the gym exit. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her Mexican onyx hide than the aroused gym interior had but it didn't lawsuit Barbara to change her plans.

After a quick stretchability of her toned quadriceps femoris she took off along the business district Gotham street as fast as she could run. Five miles and thirty five minutes later she slowed as she approached the entrance to her flat construction. A myopic while later after showering Barbara ate her solitary dinner then settled onto the couch with a Koran. Despite her comfortably efforts to read she soon found her mind drifting to other rotund subjects.

Two fall apart thinking occupied her intelligent nous to the excommunication of all else. The firstly was whether she could ever assume the chimneypiece of Batgirl again. For ever since that black night when the Joker and his work party had captured, drugged and sexually assaulted her while filming it, Barbara was unsure what to do. The fact that she had faced almost worldwide condemnation from the city she had risked life and limb for numerous times fed into her uncertainty but she also questioned whether after what had happened she was mentally strong enough to cover being a masked crime fighter.

Just as troubling to her was that since Harley Quinn had administered a mysterious aphrodisiac to Barbara while she was prisoner her libido had rocketed up to the stratosphere and remained there. She was horny and aroused constantly and null seemed to aid. Cumming only made it worse and she'd been forced to stockpile extra distich of sensible, white cotton panties with her at all clip so she could change when they became hook from her ample 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 stranger for anonymous sex. The only if thing that had prevented this from happening was despite her needs she still had some minimum standards and for some reason that Night only the dregs of manhood were submit. So she had settled for visiting a sleazy sex store in Gotham's red-light district instead, purchasing a large, naturalistic dildo that resembled a cock with balls.

It had received numerous workouts in the shortsighted clock time she'd owned it and while it helped to fill a void it wasn't the same as a warm, human body. What was worse was that each coming it delivered left her only wanting more. Barbara was afraid she'd go an irrepressible nymphomaniac and she didn't know what could be done about it, or if she even wanted to sour back the clock. She would ramble off into an uneasy slumber after hours of onanism, her dildo slipperiness with her own succus lying beside her, only to rouse the next morning as horny as ever. She had begun to get iniquity circles under her eyes from lack of slumber and it was only her skill with composition that prevented others from noticing.

Making thing worse was that country in her life that would take comforted her in the past times or been a home of refuge no longer were. Due to the luck of what had happened Barbara had avoided her founding father, at least in the physical body, though they had talked on the phone. She had stated how in use and tiring work had been lately as an apology and he hadn't pressed the issue.

Part of that was because he'd been wracked by guilt trip and feeling distraught over what had happened to Batgirl at the hands ( and assorted other eubstance parts ) of the Joker and his work party. Since he'd been the one to tell her of the turkey's escape and had given her his ( reluctant ) blessing to hunt for him he felt responsible for what had transpired.

Unlike many he had given a world assertion in support of Batgirl in the aftermath, knowing that she had been only attempting to do the right matter and clearly recognizing that she was restrained and therefor in no way responsible. All his remaining vitality had been directed at trying to chase down the Joker though it was like the supervillain had disappeared from the face of the earth and there wasn't even a rumor of his location in Gotham's underworld grapevine.

Meanwhile Barbara found no consolation at work for like nearly blank space in Gotham city the Batgirl video was the chief topic of conversation with most librarian weighing in ( in hushed tones, of course ) on the controversial and salacious field of study. The most mean comments came from girl Peychaud, a prune faced, virulent spinner of the old school whose greatest pleasures in aliveness consisted of scolding children 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 vernacular working girl and libertine,"she hissed to Mrs Jones, an owlish and genial fellow librarian, as the women took their breaking inside the staff lounge one fine summer afternoon.

"Now I don't know about that girl Peychaud,"the large woman replied before her angulate co-worker interrupted.

"Oh please, dispense with me. Even before her seedy conduct was exposed for all to see it was plain to me that she had the ethics 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 suspire at all and I have no dubiousness that if one were to look closely one could see every detail of her mons pubis venus despite it being technically covered."

"well I admit her costume isn't idle fitting but she also has the flesh to root for it off. Most of us would look foolish or high-risk if we were to try to coiffure that way. Still no matter what she wears she's done a lot of trade good things. Countless clip I've read in the newspapers about her capturing some criminal or rescuing a citizen in peril."

"Bah ! It's my disputation that her so called heroics are at best exaggeration to sell papers and more in all probability outright Trygve Halvden Lie. If you dig mysterious you'd probably ascertain that she traded sexual favors with these newsman in order for them to write such applesauce so she could become illustrious. No, mark my dustup, what has been revealed in this filthy, adult moving picture is the veridical Batgirl - a degenerate tramp."

Barbara, who had been silently sitting nearby during this, balled her hands into fists as her anger grew. Even before this she hadn't liked the old fair sex for after Barbara had been appointed capitulum librarian missy Peychaud had told anyone that would listen that young lady Gordon was far too young and inexperienced for such a province but it must be nice to hold friends in high berth. Barbara tried to remain steady but as all the gall streamed out of Miss Peychaud's mouth she finally reached her breaking point. Just as she began to stand with the intention of giving the malicious viper a piece of her mind another librarian burst into the room gasping for breath.

"fille Gordon ! seminal fluid quickly, we have a problem !"

"Yes Enid, what's the issue ?"Barbara asked, forgetting about everything else when she saw the worry etched on the third-year librarian's face.

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

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

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

The other librarians wanting to lie with what was happening had stopped their conversation and begun to accompany 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 dress are foul and he smells really bad."

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

"No, that's not the really job although another patron complained about that. So I went over there to investigate, and miss Gordon he's watching pornography 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 sure young lady Gordon, if you want I'll come with you,"she replied though it was clear by the aspect on her face she didn't want to.

"Yes I'm sure."

With a determined look in her eye Barbara walked into the computer way while Enid joined by Miss Peychaud and Mrs. Jones watched from the doorway. Barbara could hear the tinny sounds of a woman moaning before she saw the man and truth be told her sensible olfactory organ smelled him first as well. However she knew that due to a recent suit filed by the GCCLU ( Gotham city crook impropriety uniting ) and settled by the urban center that simply smelling or watching smut in the subroutine library weren't grounds enough for remotion. Still she had to at least try to get him to change his behavior for the good of the former library users.

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

At the sound of her voice the man swiveled in his death chair and faced her and it was net from his appearance that he and bathing were strangers. He was probably middle aged but he was so dirty and unkempt that it was hard to state for surely. The man was on the stocky side with longish, sebaceous hair and an unshaven fount while his fingernails looked as if they'd been digging for gold. On seeing the visual sense of feminine fairness before him he grabbed his crotch while leering up at her.

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

Her retort died on her lip as her eyes took in the woman on screen who was the recipient of a gangbang. Barbara felt a shudder run through her hungriness body as she imagined that it was her surrounded by multiple intemperately hammer filling every hole. For a import she remained freeze until she regained her equanimity and cleared her throat.

"Umm, no thank you sir. What I was hoping,"she said while avoiding looking at both the electronic computer concealment and the man's bulging groin,"was that you could bear witness some consideration for your swain library patron. Could you perhaps reverse the volume down or use the provided headphone so as not to agitate 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 nose wrinkling in disgust from the smelling of decaying teeth intermingled with brassy gin."So you won't reconsider then ?"

"No but my offer still goes for you. If you're skillful or rather foul I'll give you a respectable roll in the hay. What do you say young lady Prim and Proper ?"he asked while chuckling.

Without saying another Son Barbara turned on her cad and pull back and as she did she could experience his eyes staring at her strengthen legs and butt the solid time. She didn't pause but strode past the other librarians and continued to the strawman desk with them falling in behind her. Picking up the telephone she dialed as the other librarian clucked like a lot of hens.

"Yes, Gotham metropolis police Department. I'm calling from the main branch of the Gotham city library where we're having a bit of a problem with someone. Could you please get off 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 connexion in this cause its justified,"Miss Peychaud sniffed.

"wellspring miss Peychaud while I'm so pleased to receive your commendation I've used no connections. I didn't mention my name or my father nor do I plan to. The fact is though this person may consider whatever cloth he wants on the estimator there are early ingredient which I'll point out to the police force when they arrive which should learn fear of this trouble, at least for today."

True to her word Barbara spoke to the responding officers and accompanied them to the electronic computer room. When the man saw them he immediately began to protest loudly about his rights when the honest-to-god of the two officers cut him off.

"Listen here you degenerate. You might be capable to convince some bleeding affection judge but I don't fear. At the least I can charge you with drunk and disorderly and throw you in the armored combat vehicle until you're sober. And if you give me a severely time then I'll boot you with lewd and lascivious behaviour and who is the judge going to conceive - a firearm of human garbage like you or a sweet young charwoman 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 rightfield. Now move !"

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

Sighing in easing she thought they'd need to have the janitor disinfect the chair before it could be used again. She side by side turned her attention to the computer with the aim of closing the window but when she saw what was happening she found herself ineffective to. Barbara did bring off to muffle the bulk but for the side by side five minutes she watched breathlessly while a revolving group of ‘ histrion'double penetrated the young woman.

It was only when she felt her own secretions start trickling past her step-in and down her thigh that she moved. Turning off the monitor she headed to her position where she took the precaution of locking the room access before pulling up her skirt and sitting with legs circulate wide. Since her dildo was back at place Barbara had to improvise with what was available. Scanning her desk she found something that she hoped would do the illusion. It was a souvenir from when she had attended a librarian convention in the nation's capital and was shaped like the Washington Monument.

Barbara's agile pink clapper first licked the ice paperweight until it was wet, then she pulled her panties to the face exposing her juicy pussy. Carefully she inserted it between her pinko miserable rim and as it slid inside it made a squishy sound. Barbara was so aroused already that this was enough to trigger off 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 base up on her desk she began working it in and out of herself while her mind flashbacked to the images she'd watched earlier. Though this helped her achieve another orgasm within a few transactions it wasn't enough. Using her free hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down so she could tweak her erect nipple while continuing to fuck herself with the obelisk shaped paperweight.

Closing her middle she allowed her vivid imaging to take over and if her fellow librarians 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 electronic computer room with a far unlike outcome. At the dot where she had turned to leave Barbara instead imagined the bum grabbing her around the waistline and pushing her depressed face first onto the table. His filthy hand pulled up her wench and yanked down her panties and indorsement later he rammed his intemperately cock into her.

In her fancy he was relentless, pounding her tight pinkness knockout and fast while yanking back on her hair until her neck opening heftiness were taut. His other hand pinched and slapped her firm backside as he continued thrusting ballock rich making her cry out with pleasure.

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

It took a few minute for her to recover her equilibrium after her massive orgasm at which power point her hand released her tender breast and she slid the crank paperweight from her meld 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 affection for the souvenir.

Standing on shaky legs Barbara fixed her article of clothing before opening a window to air out her agency for the heady odour of distaff lustfulness was overpowering. After that she returned to lick and was able to throw 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 mutilated costume from her rented garage and set about mending it. Perhaps cheer by her now increased libido she did puddle some alterations to it however. Where previously it had been a one piece skintight jumpsuit, with a slide fastener in the back, she turned it into two spell.

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

As for the exulting return of Batgirl it was fate that decided thing for Barbara or at least hastened them along. It occurred the Sat three calendar week after the joker incident when Barbara was approaching her apartment edifice after a longsighted run. She had been exercising more and more in the Bob Hope that tiring herself out might decrease or at to the lowest degree blunt her sex movement with little results to show for it. Despite her running a tenacious distance than rule she felt hornier than ever with her twat surfactant than the rest of her perspiration soaked body. Her pace had slowed to a jog for she decided to circulate the block as a cool down.

Now much as Barbara's apartment construction had an alley on one position as well as behind it so did many of the other apartment edifice in the neighbourhood. It was while passing such an alley around the corner from her home plate that she was startled to see the bum who had caused the panorama in the library loitering about while crapulence from a bottle of hooch. Despite using him for a masturbatory illusion, in literal life she had no desire to get within ten feet of him so she continued jogging.

Still even after returning to her apartment it troubled her that he was about her neck of the woods. At the to the lowest degree he was a drunken pain in the neck and she suspected if given half a luck he might do some tangible mischief. Because of that Barbara decided to forego putting on the air conditioning despite the summer heating plant and instead opened her window before preparing a protein shake.

Whether she was prescient or it was just happenstance Barbara soon heard a ruckus as she drank down the thick beverage. Peering out her kitchen window she saw the familiar spirit bum gesticulating wildly while making crude and obscene comments. Though she was ineffectual to see who he was speaking to, the betting 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 make certain 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 frustrations from the past times few hebdomad's consequence but Barbara had reached her breakage point. Sprinting to her bedroom she stripped off her clothes before donning her Batgirl costume in record fourth dimension. No sooner had she slipped the wig and mask on her foreland then she was slithering out her sleeping room window, fastening the cape once she reached the alleyway.

While her sleeping room window faced behind her building, the kitchen looked out on the incline and it was there that she'd seen and heard the bum. Gliding silently forward she turned the corner of the building where she saw that he had managed to corner a young woman pushing a stroller. Barbara recognized her as an au yoke from Sweden who was working the summertime for a duet who also lived in her building.

The girl must have been cutting through the bowling alley on her return when she ran across the man and he'd trapped her between himself and a dumpster. a great deal as in the library he was fondling his genitals while she appeared frozen with care and unable to move. There is no telling what would have happened if Batgirl wasn't there for at that consequence he seized the wrist of the young cleaning lady while brandishing a boxcutter in the former hand. He dragged her away from the go-cart and toward the dumpster.

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

"Hey bum, why not let her go and consider your chance with me instead,"Batgirl called out in a brassy voice.

He whirled around and saw her standing five feet away with her gloved hands on her rose hip, her wide-cut, red rim curled in a one-half smile.

"Batgirl ! Didn't the Joker put you in your position from what I saw ? Maybe you want some to a greater extent of that, huh ? So what's it gon na be. This,"he said brandishing the razor knife,"or maybe you want some of this ?"he told her holding his privates."After seeing your television 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 disembowel him away from the au distich and her charge.

As he stepped forward she moved back until she felt the wall against her back. He inched closer holding the vane before him when without warning she struck. Her kick was so debauched that the weapon was knocked from his now numb hand before he realized it while the next one connected solidly with his midsection forcing his breathing space out with a gasp. The coup de free 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 next thing Batgirl knew the flaxen haired au pair was hugging her tightly while whispering"Thank you,"over and over again. For a mo Batgirl couldn't move as the closeness of the Scandinavian overwhelmed her senses. The Edward Young woman smelled like summer hemangioma simplex and wild flowers and her soft, voluptuous body felt like heaven to Batgirl but finally she broke the enchantment she was under plenty to speak.

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

"Inga, I am Inga,"the young cleaning lady answered as she reluctantly released her savior though she remained so close that Batgirl could still sense her ardent breath on her face.

"Umm, Inga, if you have a phone with you could you call the police force ?"Batgirl asked though she was unable to wait into the Brigham Young woman's ice blue eyes as she did so, afraid the au pair would be able to see the salacious sentiment she was thinking about her.

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

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

He was still conscious though very dazed and it took but a min for Batgirl to roll him onto his belly and secure his manpower with a ziptie she removed from a bulge on her public utility belt. As Batgirl stood Inga hung up her phone and smiled at her before making sure her young complaint was okay. The toddler had managed to sleep through all the excitement and had a passive smiling on his cherubic face. After satisfying herself that he was fine Inga sidled up to Batgirl.

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

Batgirl swallowed hard for though she could feel Inga's heart pounding like a air hammer she also felt the heating from her full-of-the-moon, shapely breast even through her glove. Once Batgirl's handwriting was pressed to her handsome heart Inga sighed and closed her heart while holding it in topographic point until Batgirl felt her own spunk charge per unit 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 indigence for that Inga. Helping you was all the reward I need,"Batgirl replied, her mouth suddenly dry.

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

Batgirl was spared having to suffice for right at that moment a police force car screeched to a stop at the oral cavity of the alley. Reluctantly Inga released Batgirl's helping hand as the flatfoot 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 soil,"he grab me and going to try to do bad affair to me when she come from nowhere and save me."

After saying this she looked adoringly at her rescuer.

"Yes Officer Muldoon, I happened to be in the locality when I heard him making threatening commentary so I investigated. I found him holding her at knifepoint and he definitely had bad aim so I intervened. The knife is right over there,"Batgirl said while pointing out the fix of the boxcutter.

"Riley,"the first officer barked out,"get that in an evidence bag and make certain not to pollute it. By the way Batgirl I'm gladiola 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 tranquillize voice.

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

As ship's officer Muldoon took down Inga's affirmation his partner was dragging the attacker up to his feet and moving him to the police car. By the time he had none too gently placed him into the backseat Batgirl noticed a diminished crowd of onlookers had gathered and even defective was that there were many people watching from window in the surrounding buildings. How on world would she be able to get back to her own apartment undetected with all these observer she wondered.

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

"okey, thank you. I will Officer."

She had started to motivate toward the perambulator when she stopped and turned around before rushing up to Batgirl and hugging her once again. Then with no warning she kissed the law-breaking fighter on the mouthpiece while slipping something into her hand.

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

The gang had burst into cheers at the little show but Inga ignored them as she pushed the ambler toward the entry of the edifice. Batgirl on the other handwriting stood there with her nerve as red as a beet and she didn't know what her next move should be when she realized an officer was speaking to her.

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

Seeing an out to miss the spot about returning home Batgirl nodded in arrangement to the suggestion. As she followed him to the car he spoke to her again.

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

"Yes thank you Officer, I will."

She slid onto the seat with Officer Muldoon following and while it was a cubbyhole fit it was certainly better than the alternative. military officer Riley was using the police radio to report they were on their way back with a suspect and once acknowledged he started the car and pulled away. Riding in the front of the patrol car gave Batgirl a opinion of nostalgia from when she was a female child and rode on occasion with her Father-God and she smiled remembering those times.

Because of her reminiscing she really wasn't paying airless tending so when officeholder Riley had to arrest unforesightful due to a traffic light changing she was caught off precaution. Officer Muldoon seemed to be also for when this happened his go forth hand shot out to becalm himself and wound up on top of Batgirl's leg right above her knee.

"Sorry,"he mumbled.

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

Well to be more precise his handwriting 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 paw he really shouldn't have been touching her in such an intimate fashion and to pretend matter defective he had a gold nuptials band on his finger so he must be married. But on the other hand she was very randy and his hand felt so good as it climbed higher.

Making her determination she spread her thigh wider allowing his helping hand access to her covered mound. When the car stopped at the next red illumination police officer Riley's hand began to caress her former leg as Officer Muldoon was now rubbing the nexus between her thigh. During all this no one spoke and Batgirl focused her eyes straight ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary was taking place. Unfortunately for her just as she was nearing orgasm they reached their goal first and both men took their hands away leaving her in high spirits though not dry. After first gear removing the prisoner they proceeded into the stationhouse with her trailing behind.

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

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

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

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

"Of row policeman Muldoon,"she replied as she squirmed on the seat trying to get comfortable but whether due to the difficult, dusty metal or her burning pussy she was unsuccessful.

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

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

He nodded in answer before standing then moving next to her where he leaned down so he could read it. As he did he rested a hired man on her shoulder and when she said cypher he slid it down until he was palming her business firm chest. 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 titty her nipples were hard from the air conditioning and his warm cutaneous senses only stimulated them further.

In response her left hand reached across her body until it came into contact with Officer Muldoon's leg which it explored until Batgirl found what she was seeking. It was his turn to puff when she started massaging his gibbosity through the fabric of his uniform trouser as his erection swelled larger. She swiveled around in the death chair so that she had best access to what she wanted and though this caused him to unfreeze her white meat with what she was doing it was more than a fair trade off he thought.

For as soon as Batgirl was facing him one hand continued rubbing his cock while the other deal began unfastening his pant. Only then did she displace her hired hand off his prominence but just so she could use both hired man to yank down his pants and pugilist. She giggled with delight when his unvoiced cock sprang up after being released but it had only a few s of freedom before she took it into her warm, inviting mouth.

She took him to the rachis of her mouth in one smooth movement before pulling back until only his swollen foreland remained inside. Batgirl's glossa swirled around it, licking the top dog as the cop groaned appreciatively. After torturing him like that for a mo Batgirl began taking him mysterious while continuing to use her agile tongue on his throbbing cock. Her gloved hand reached up and played with his balls, adding to his pleasure and if things had continued like this for much longer he may take cum earlier than he wished. But just then the doorway opened and Officer James Whitcomb Riley slipped inside the interview room.

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

Riley wasted no time but rushed to support next to his partner as he fumbled with his uniform pants. Batgirl smiled at him as she now stroked Muldoon's rigid turncock and as soon as Riley's drawers were washed-up her nous swooped in. He was only partially rear but her hot mouth soon remedied that. She sucked and slurped until Riley was at replete mast, coating his member with her saliva before switching her tending back to Muldoon.

For the succeeding few mo Batgirl went back and Forth River between the two copper, sucking one while stroking and fondling the other until both were going out of their minds with lust. It was Officer Muldoon that switched affair up, for rightfield after she'd released his cock and took his partner's he moved to the English of her. His hired man first moved her mantle to one side allowing him to unzip the top one-half of her costume and with her assent he was able to remove it freeing her pert, chirpy breasts. While this took place Batgirl managed to keep back Riley's corpse cock in her mouth, though she had to momentarily take her hand off his balls.

officeholder Muldoon's back talk then took her sensitive nipple into his back talk and sucked on it while his tongue ran back and forth over the erect nubbin. This caused Batgirl to let out a muffled moan as she continued sucking on Riley's erecting for all she was worth. After a moment of breast play Muldoon took his mouth away from her firm breast though his helping hand continued to tweak her nipple.

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

"Mmm hmm,"was all she managed to say while keeping Riley's cock in her mouthpiece but she was able to agitate her eubstance 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 consistence so that she was standing in a bent over position which permitted Muldoon to begin working on her behind. It wasn't easy as the stuff was skin tight and he had to slowly roll it past her hips and arse but with perseverance he successfully lowered it to mid-thigh. Unwilling to wait any yearner he crouched behind her and buried his face in her succulent sweetheart and due to her arousal it was instantly coated with her sweet juices.

Batgirl gasped as his knife worked its way into her burrow 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 mitt grabbed her pelvic arch as he tried pushing his tongue deeper into her while her left hand reached back to pull on his hair. During this she continued to skid her lips the length of Riley's erection prompting him to take her bosom and squeeze it hard.

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

Not needing to be told twice Muldoon slid his tongue from her honey pot before standing. It took but a few minute for him to guide his erection to her waiting hole and she was so wet he sank balls 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 partners or just coincidence the two cops managed to contemporize their movements to an uncanny degree. As Muldoon's putz bottomed out in her wet Batcave, Riley's swollen head probed her throat as he drove forward repeatedly. Getting it from both ends caused her to hold onto Riley's branch for dearly sprightliness as she felt an orgasm building.

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

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

"Sign me up for that buddy,"James Whitcomb Riley replied as his cock slipped from her sassing with a string of spittle hanging down from it.

"If you're going to sleep together me too then help me onto the table first,"Batgirl told him as she straightened her lithe, athletic physical structure up.

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

"Mmmm, why don't you help me get my rush and pants off so we can have some Thomas More fun."

Riley went right to influence, first removing her high heeled boots before working her skintight bottoms down and off. As soon as he finished Batgirl rolled onto her side at the edge of the mesa and raised her amphetamine leg into the air. Riley pulled her organic structure to right where he wanted it before lining his shaft up with her pussy. He rubbed it against her bouffant lips and clit for a bit, doing his just to rally her but Batgirl was having none of that.

Her gloved hand reached down and wrapped around the dick just below the head and brought it to her opening before guiding it inside her lips. Once he felt the Batgirlpower of her slit he surrendered to it and slip deep inside her wet sheepfold. Now that James Whitcomb Riley was where she wanted she turned her aid back to Muldoon who was standing nearby slowly stroking his erection.

"military officer Muldoon my slight oral cavity is so void. Do you recognize of anything laborious and tasty to fill it with ? I think you do."

Groaning with desire he stepped up to her face and slid his cock between her parted lips and he didn't stop until his wiry pubic hair was brushing against the soft skin of her cheek. She made a babble strait as her throat was pierced by his invading member though that didn't stop her from grabbing him by the ass and attempting to pull him deeper.

While this was going on Riley was filling her with his wide rooster, using short, knock-down thrusts. His script brought her bare foot to his mouth allowing him to suck on her pretty and perfectly shaped toes at the Saame time. This twice teaming continued until Muldoon felt himself getting close again which caused him to get out his inflexible cock from her mouth.

"Hey lets switch places again pal. I don't think I can finale much farseeing and I'd really like to feel her sweet cunt again before I lose it."

Riley made a face for he was enjoying himself where he was but being a good better half he consented to the request after a yoke more speedy ticker 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 lying widthwise across the tabular array. Because of that her psyche now hung upside down beyond the tabular array allowing her to easily deep throat his erection which she was soon doing. Showing her flexibility Batgirl also lifted both her stage high in the air with stifle out to bringing them near Riley's look. He took the bait and began to kiss and lap up them enthusiastically while continuing to tickle her tonsils.

Meanwhile Muldoon wanting to end as long as possible didn't penetrate her pussy at first-class honours degree but instead slid his shaft along her wet crinkle. While this felt skillful to them both, especially to Batgirl each prison term his helmet heading collided with her clitoris, it also allowed him some time to fall down a bit. Even when he did enter inside her gates of Paradise he went slower than he desired in order to prolong his pleasure.

However despite his easily efforts her fuddled pussy brawn soon had him on the edge of coming again, forcing him to pull out of her before it was too late. Breathing deeply he slapped his hard meat against her easy pussy a few times before again jamming it back inside her. His bridge player grabbed her ass cheeks as he started to pound her as hard and fast as he could.

During this Batgirl held onto Riley's wooden leg to steady herself as they speared her from both end. Riley was holding her feet and kissing them while fucking her human face and with each poke his lump collided with her nozzle. Sensing he was close Batgirl moved one deal from his leg and managed to caress his egg. That move was all it took to direct him over the bound.

Letting out an inarticulate cry Riley's body tensed as his ball sac tightened and a few second gear later Batgirl's throat was flooded with his blockheaded ejaculate. All she could do was immerse down the creamy fluid as it discharged from his throbbing cock until no more came. Gasping for breath he pulled his member from her back talk but she didn't let it escape her so easily. Her hand grabbed the shaft and held it by her red brim allowing her tongue to figure out his sensitive mind 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 fervency. He buried his shaft in her wet folds one final time as he felt himself swell in anticipation of imminent coming.

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

James Whitcomb Riley whose body had been facing in the direction of the door had been totally focused on Batgirl cleaning his spent stopcock and was unaware that the door had even opened. On hearing the Chief he'd first looked up then stumbled backwards while attempting to commit his uniform trousers up to cover his discover member.

For his share Muldoon had partially turned his body in the focusing of the voice which resulted in his cock slipping from Batgirl's cave just as it began to shoot drop curtain of blanched liquidness sexual love. All he could do under the fortune was stand there while his spermatozoan splattered against the back of her thigh as Chief O'Hara glowered at him. Not wanting others in the vicinity to see what was taking property Chief O'Hara quickly stepped inside the interview way closing the room access 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 imagine of what you've been doing ? I'm for certain she'd be heartbroken if she knew. On top of that you're both still on duty so you're cheating the taxpayers while you carry on."

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

"Now have you even interviewed the defendant yet ?"the gaffer asked with a unappeasable 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 affair first. And don't even think about putting in for overtime today no matter how late you work. Have I made myself light up ? Good, now get out."

Without saying another word both cops finished fastening their bloomers before exiting the elbow room leaving the headman alone with Batgirl. During the time the chieftain had chastened his officers Batgirl had rolled off the mesa and landed catlike on her stripped feet. 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 rung 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 way so she side by side turned her attention to Chief O'Hara.

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

"Umm, oh well Batgirl,"he stammered,"there be no need to rationalise. Though you've helped out the department many times including today you're a private citizen not a public servant. So it's a different matter for you. They on the other paw should do it better than to be carrying on while on duty."

While speaking to her his center darted around wildly in an attempt to not search at her nearly nude 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 hand against his uniform jacket only made things more difficult for the Chief despite his best intentions.

"Still I have to bear some of the rap headman. It can't be loose for a man to remain focused on business with me around. I've been told I'm quite distracting. What do you recall Chief O'Hara, do you find it heavy to center with me so close ?"

She smiled at him after asking this but the usually garrulous lawman found he was speechless. Now while he was unable to verbally express himself another parting of his body was making its notion known. For as they stood there a big jut was growing ever larger in his uniform trousers until the honcho 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 drawers."Would you care some aid with that Chief ?"

As she asked her gloved paw touched the swelling lump causing the Chief to thrill with desire. Even though his luxuria was making thinking difficult he attempted one to a greater extent time to do the good thing.

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

He then tried to adjust her chicken cape so it would get across her stiff breasts in the Hope that the out of sight, out of creative thinker principle might help but as he moved the fabric his hand brushed across her upright nipple. Batgirl let out a moan when he did and her hand fondled his breakwater with more importunity and just like that he was lost. His hired hand groped her white meat while his former arm circled her waist pulling her sexy torso even closer to his. Bending down his mouth found hers and they exchanged a passionate osculation, their tongue engaging in a zippy wrestling match.

Batgirl was the one who broke it as she took command of the situation. Her hands pushed his buirdly body backwards until he collided with a chair before collapsing onto it. She wasted no metre but straddled his sit body before sitting on his lap making him groan with pent up desire. One of her hand took her bosom while the other took off the boss's hat and dropped it onto the table before pushing his head toward her bosom.

Needing no further guidance the Chief began to blow on her breast enthusiastically, trying to fit as much of the tender flesh into his sass as he could. His arm again circled her splenetic waist while his free hand moved upward to require postponement of her neglected breast. His chummy ovolo and index finger pinched the put up pap sending signal to both her brain and pussy.

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

For the side by side few second she gave him an enthusiastic lap dance while Chief O'Hara continued sucking on her medium nipples until she couldn't take it anymore. Putting her work force on his shoulder joint she stood up before taking a step back. Looking down she felt a moment's overplus on seeing the big wet spot she'd left on his trousers but she also saw the large excrescence that was her goal.

Her hands feverishly untie his belt and pant and he helped by lifting his ass off the death chair allowing her to rive his pants down to his knees. She smiled when she first saw his big stopcock standing up straight and ready for action. The head was big and red with pre-cum already leaking from the slit while the shaft was thick and swollen with veins twisting around it.

Her hand circled the base as she bent down until her mouth was but an inch above it. Her tongue extended past her red sassing and licked the sticky fluid prompting an appreciative moan in reception. Her eyes met his as she opened her oral fissure all-embracing and a instant later Batgirl engulfed the bulbous head in her hot mouth.

"Faith and begorrah ! That feels so skillful ! That's it Batgirl, suck me shillalah !"

She did just that, bobbing her masked head up and down, taking as much of his turgid cock as would fit into her hungry mouth. As she sucked it she let her saliva freely flow down the shaft until it was soaked and slippery. Once it was properly lubricated she wasted no advance time but pulled her utter off him though she kept her manus firmly around the across-the-board base.

She again straddled his sitting form and lowered her own physical structure while guiding his prick right wing where she desired. They moaned in unison as his thick-skulled member pierced her juicy Batcave and she didn't check until he was fully inside her. Only then did she break for a mo to let her dead body to adjust for though Chief O'Hara wasn't longer than his officeholder he was certainly thicker.

While sitting like that with his rooster buried inside her Batgirl couldn't assistance but reverberate on how you could never image out this crazy, tremendous world or predict what would happen in it. Back when she was a girl she had innocently bounced on Chief O'Hara's genu and now, well she was on the same lap but there was zero innocent about it.

Placing her work force on his large-minded shoulders she began to bounce up and down on his fat prick while making sure enough to lean forward so her breast were within range of his mouth. The chieftain didn't disappoint but clamped his dentition onto her protruding nipple and lightly bit it. At the Lapp clock time his strong hands grabbed hold of her intone ass cheeks and squeezed them.

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

He didn't reply for he preferred to use his mouth to keep on to imbibe and piece on her tasty ta-tas though he agreed with her statement for he'd never felt a tighter pussy. Her home brawn squeezed his swell erecting like a hot, wet vise until he thought he'd go insane from the enjoyable feeling. As she moved on him his workforce reached up and took cargo deck of her yellow utility belt. Once he had a firm grip on it he used it to force her down hard onto his stopcock 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 person had quietly entered the elbow room. The flesh stood there silently watching as she ground her pelvis on Chief O'Hara's shillelagh with dandy interest group. Though there was plenty to see his eyes remained fixated on her modulate and perfectly shaped buttocks to the elision of all else. visual sense 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 James Gordon had unzipped his fly allowing his rapidly growing peter to escape the confines of his attire falling off. Spitting onto his hand he began to stroke himself in time to her trend until his erecting had reached its wax dimensions at which time he moved toward her with only one thing on his nous, one consuming desire that needed to be slaked no matter the consequences.

The first Batgirl was aware that someone else was in the room was when she felt something hot and hard pinch her ass cheek as it attempted to participate her puckered backdoor. Due to her body's movement it was unable to arrive at access code however. Before she had a hazard to react she heard a intimate phonation that shook her to the inwardness of her being, freezing her sinew as if they were paralyzed while causing her mind to go numb from the unexpected jounce.

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

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

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

Once he'd said that Commissioner Gordon pushed his expectant mushroom caput against her pucker trap which slowly yielded to the insistent pressure. He grunted as he forced it past her anal gang and even though her first defense team was breached he found her ass so tight he had to hesitate momentarily. During the letup Batgirl regained some control of her module but all she managed to do under the sordid circumstances was to entomb her face against Chief O'Hara's burly shoulder.

After marshaling his strength Commissioner Gordon resumed pushing his thick fellow member further into her compressed ass and though it resisted the intrusion he persevered as inch after in slowly disappeared inside her bet on duct. Only after he had buried his good distance in Batgirl's loot deep did Commissioner Gordon stop and that was so that he could fully bask the sensation. Taking a abstruse breath he then slid virtually of his cock out of her before driving it all the way back in forcing a muffled moan from his disguise girl's mouth.

After that both the Commissioner and the Chief started thrusting for all they were deserving, slamming her tight maw to the brim with hard cock. In LE than two transactions main O'Hara could feel himself hurtling toward orgasm for beyond the stimulus of Batgirl's incredibly squiffy pussy on him was the feeling of the Commissioner's driving cock on the former face of her pussy membrane. His fount turned red and his breast heaved as heaven on earth beckoned.

"gloriole be ! It's like the nonesuch be marching in me palaver stones !"he cried out as his shillelagh exploded thick 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 normal colouration. He then wrapped his arm around Batgirl's waist and holding her tightly he straightened his body up while pulling her with him. This caused the Chief's spent tool to slip out of Batgirl's pussy as her dead body rose. The Commissioner then half dragged, one-half carried her hitch body to the table where he pushed her torso down on top of it. While this was happening Chief O'Hara had removed his handkerchief which he used to clean up his shrinking member.

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

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

Putting his words into military action Commissioner Gordon began to slither his erecting in and out of her at a leisurely pace. He went nice and slow, reveling as each inch went into her crocked back door until his balls would meet her wet little pussy at which time he would reverse direction until only the tip of his peter remained inside her cockle hole. While this went on Batgirl remained motionless with her titty, hands and face 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 improper she knew, for fathers and daughter weren't supposed to engage in sexual relations and yet to her ignominy part of her wanted it to continue. It felt so commodity and where was the injury she reasoned. He didn't understand it was his own daughter for he'd never shown an inkling of suspecting that Batgirl was Barbara in any of their interaction. To have him stop might actually energize his suspicion that something wasn't rightfield about the situation and since he was only using her ass there was no prospect of an incestuous baby resulting from the forbidden act.

So though she still had suspicion Barbara decided the best course of action was to let affair proceed and savor herself to the wide but to never let it fall out again. Having made her decisiveness she concluded that there was only one extra thing that would make the factual act more enjoyable.

"Commissioner,"she said in a low, waver vocalization,"may I ask you something ?"

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

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

On hearing the dubiousness his eyes lit up with a vitiate gleam that nearly who knew the respected commissioner of police had never seen or would ingest expected to. Reaching into the pocket of his suit cap his hand emerged with a pair of shiny bracelets.

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

Without saying another give-and-take Batgirl moved her hands off the board and extended them back and up past her body. He snapped one handlock onto her right wrist but instead of attaching the early his hand grabbed her by the berm and pulled her physical structure upright.

"Though I would never do this with an real suspect I think it makes more sense to cuff your hands in front of you Batgirl. I have the feeling they'll do you more good 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 prosperous to move one leg at a time."

She did as he requested after which he adjusted the chair's placement so that her oral sex and shoulders could just reach the tabular array with her bent at the waist. Once he had her positioned where he wanted he began to have it off her again, this meter with more force so that each metre he bottomed out she let out a little whimper. This caused him to smile as he savored the belief of her tight ass on his hard, throbbing cock.

"shimmer with yourself Batgirl,"he grunted,"like a sound footling slut. That's right, finger your fiddling slit while I use your hot ass."

His hands held her hips as he increased his f number, now only pulling halfway out before driving his hard member forward again. By this time Batgirl had inserted three fingers from one hand into her sopping pussy while the index finger's breadth from her early mitt was rubbing her button frantically. Though not actually speaking but only moaning, in her mind Batgirl kept thinking ‘ Fuck me pa, roll in the hay 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 parting Commissioner Gordon's psyche was in two places at once. role of him was in the here and now, enjoying the sight, smell, sound and most importantly the opinion of Batgirl's perfect ass gripping him. Meanwhile he was also remembering like experiences from his distant yesteryear when he was fucking another ass that was just as tight and shapely, one that looked almost identical to the one he was currently filling.

It was that memory of his ex-wife ( and Barbara's mother ) that was spurring him ever closer to orgasm. It happened right after his daughter was born that the doctor had advised the couple to refrain from vaginal sex while she healed from the difficult birth. At the prison term he had been in his sexual peak, always horny and insatiate and it had been difficult for him to abstain and to his lofty mind masturbation was not a executable option.

So at first off they had practiced oral sex but her attainment 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 uncertainty inspired by her incredible arse. He had gone slow and easy the first time in rescript 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 hired hand had immediately taken to it like a fish to piss. The just reason 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 joy increased and the more he wanted to until it became an compulsion. It was after she recovered and was able to engage in formula copulation again that matter began to unravel.

He just didn't enjoy it the way he had before and found achieving sexual climax was becoming more hard. She had opposed his endeavor to use her ass and a divide grew between them. After that it was only a matter of time until early issues reared their head and ultimately they separated. A duet of years later they finalized their divorce with her moving away and him getting detainment of their daughter.

Ever since then he had searched in vain for another utter ass to satisfy him the same way his ex's had for that short time and he'd never found it. The respectable women he had dated after divorcing had been unwilling to fulfill his unnatural desires forcing him to take extreme point step. So on uncommon function when he couldn't take it anymore the respected populace servant had traveled to Atlantic urban center where he had engaged the military service of master accompaniment to gratify his anal sex compulsion.

Such activeness had always gone against the grain of his sterling quality for he hated to get around the law, even if not in his own urban center and a victimless crime, but he could only resist the powerful urges for so long before something had to devote. And now for the first gear clip since his divorce he'd seemingly found the perfective substitute in the ass of Batgirl. Grabbing her utility belt he increased the speeding of his hips, slamming his full, dense distance into her with each thrust.

Batgirl continued rapidly jamming her digit 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 last straw as he buried his putz as mysterious as it could go. Seconds later he erupted, irrigating her bowels with a pelter of thick, flannel cum. His consistency 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 produce this a unconstipated occurrence. After pulling out he realized he still had a drop of cum ready to emerge so he squeezed right below his swollen cockhead to help it on its way. As it fell his hand had continued pulling on her utility smash and the close drop of jism landed right above it with a splat. Looking at it Commissioner Gordon's eyes narrowed for right next to the white-hot, liquid bone was a typical birthmark that had been covered by Batgirl's public-service corporation belt ammunition before but now lay exposed.

epilog

Batgirl writhed around on the mattress as her lust climbed eminent and higher toward the apex of carnal pleasure when one final exam lick pushed her to the crest. She paused there an minute before soaring even gamey as she floated on waves of orgasmic seventh heaven toward sexual Shangri-la. Her whole dead body felt at one with the universe as she let out a identification number of drawn out moans reflecting the lofty delectation she was feeling. Though her eyes were closed tightly it was as if she saw a prismatic drapery of colors and lighting and she felt her toes curl inside her boots.

Finally after what seemed an timeless existence in promised land she drifted back down to earth. Languidly she opened her optic and focused them on Inga's mind nestled between her parted thighs. The au brace was still licking her succulent, juicy peach though now at a deadening pace with an episodic light kiss to Batgirl's inner thigh.

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

"Yes Inga. Words can't express how much I'm enjoying it, you have a very gifted rima oris. But you must lay off for a minute."

"But why ? I want to lick you until my glossa is too tired to move. You deserve it and your kitty-cat mouthful so undecomposed to me."

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

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

She crawled forward until Batgirl could withdraw her head with both men at which time she kissed the Swedish beauty. Their sass moved against each other's and Batgirl could taste herself on Inga. Their tongues next slipped inside the other's backtalk where they writhed and explored until both were breathless and weak with desire.

When the kiss ended Inga attempted to move back down but Batgirl had other program. Using a judo move she flipped the expectant girl onto her back after which she maneuvered her thigh so they were astride Inga's foreland then lowered her own torso so they were in a sixty-nine status. Inga wasted no sentence in raising her oral sex 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 ping it appeared as her tongue sampled Inga for the beginning time. Finding the taste to her liking Batgirl's tongue burrowed inscrutable inside Inga's pink cave as far as it could get through. She swirled it around for a fourth dimension causing Inga to lift her pelvis off the bed in an endeavor to allow Batgirl's tongue to permeate even abstruse. After a minuscule while Batgirl slid her spit out but only so she could cream Inga's erect footling clit instead.

When it first touched her there Inga let out a muffled moan for it felt as if last electricity was coursing from there across her whole unquiet system. Seconds later Batgirl slid a gloved finger's breadth inside Inga's miserly pussy and started to frig her which triggered a series of sexual climax with each more vivid than the last until the Swedish au pair was left trembling and gasping from an excess of pleasance. During this Batgirl had not let up but keep on licking and fingering Inga until finally the buxom blond had been forced to cry out for relief.

"Oh please you must block off or I will die from too a lot cumming ! I beg you beautiful Batgirl to establish me mercy. please !"

While not believing that anything she was doing could examine fatal Batgirl sympathized with the girlfriend after what she had herself suffered at the hands of the joker so she ceased her licking. Due to the cunt sinew muscle spasm Inga was having Batgirl was unable to transfer her finger though she stopped moving it as well. After a couple of minutes Inga had recovered enough that she was able to squirm out from underneath Batgirl's body.

"I be okay in a lilliputian while, I think. Then we can have more fun. It was just too much 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 joy, that would be enough for me. I didn't expect you to return favor and it was too lots for my pathetic nerves. I rest a little."

After saying this Inga stretched her curvaceous body on the mattress with a contented grin on her face. The smile got larger when Batgirl snuggled up against her, resting her masked head on Inga's ample knocker and placing her gloved hired hand on top of her wispy, lucky ringlets. The two remained like that for a unawares time and it was Batgirl that stirred first. Her finger's breadth crept down a few inches and began to circle Inga's still erect clit while her mouth took the Swede's tit 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 right Inga but you full do it now because I can't assist myself. You are too sexy for me to keep my workforce and lips off for long."

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

No sooner had Batgirl cast herself on her back then Inga moved into position. Kneeling beside her, Inga pulled Batgirl's thigh until they were spread spacious after which she spun her own body around so their heading were pointed in opposite directions. With a impish smile she rolled onto her position and entwined her leg with Batgirl's. She then inched forward until their pelvis were brushing against each other's.

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

The bit Batgirl nodded Inga began to toil her wet pussy against Batgirl's, sending undulation of pleasure throughout both their dead body. It didn't take Batgirl long to catch on, for almost immediately she followed suit as the two bumped slit until they were moaning and gasping. Inga was the first to cum though Batgirl was close down behind and Inga was still in the throes of sexual climax when Batgirl joined her.

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

"I die,"she whispered after she'd recovered sufficiently enough to verbalise,"but only short death like French say."

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

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

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

"One final stage kiss to remember me by, please."

Stifling a smile Batgirl stroked the au twain's impertinence before responding.

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

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

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

Once she'd said this Inga wrapped her arm around Batgirl's legs just in suit she changed her idea and tried to depart. She then kissed her right field on her wet, tumescent purulent backtalk. Batgirl shuddered as it turned to a Gallic kiss of a sorting, with Inga's agile tongue sliding between her pussy mouth. At the Sami sentence the au pair's nose connected with Batgirl's button stimulating her further.

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

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

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

"You make sure you do my heroine,"the Scandinavian stunner replied as she reluctantly took her bridge player off her new devotee's perfect ass.

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

After closing and locking the window she was about to remove her mask when she noticed there was light streaming into her dark bedroom from around the edges of the door though she knew no brightness level had been on when she'd left. Creeping to the door she listened and after a mo she heard what sounded like tranquilize breathing. Not knowing what to bear she inched the door open and slipped through to the hallway beyond. In the living way she could see the sit down physique of a man with his rear to her. Just as she reached the threshold of the sustenance elbow room a wooden floorboard creaked beneath her iron heel and the bod started.

She stood motionless for a minute as the man stood then turned in her way. His eyes widened and he dropped a written matter of the police report to the floor below before taking a footmark forward.

"Barbara ? ! ?"Commissioner Gordon said.

THE END