0 comments/ 8099 views/ 5 favorites Gotham Girls Pt. 02 By: lordroxbury All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work. ***** Ivy had seen the look in Harley's eyes before! Waking up from another dream of her precious 'Mister J'! She could also detect the pheromones the poor girl was putting off. The two of them had shared a couple of nights together once they had started teaming together on a regular basis. Always after a job went right and they had gotten away clean. No police, no Batman, and none of those other spandex clad clowns either. When they had welcomed Selina into the fold though those nights had stopped entirely. Almost as though Harley were afraid of disappointing her by admitting what she and Ivy had done to fill the lonely hours holed up in one of the poorer sections of Gotham's Crime Alley neighborhood. "Well girls," purred Selina as she mounted the chipped and splintering window frame. "I am off for the East End to check in on things." Catwoman then slipped out the window and into the cold autumn night. Harley shifted uncomfortably on the sofa where she had been sleeping. Her fingers lightly brushing over the wet spot she had left as a result of her dreams. Ivy uncurled herself from the vine shrouded chair and crossed the room to check on her. The floor wheezed and creaked from age as her weight seemed to find the weak spots in this latest hideout. Ivy only wished that the three of them could move back into one of her older lairs. Maybe the old flower shop, or the botanical gardens? Surely the damned Batman could not still be staking those out looking for them? "What is the matter Harley?" Ivy purred. "Oh nothing Red." Lied the other woman. Just a dream to back before all of... this." She gestured down her costume. Implying that the dream had been about a life before The Joker had dragged her into a life of crime and craziness. "Catwoman, Selina I mean, is gone for the night. Why don't we talk about it?" Offered Ivy. Harley looked up at Ivy and was almost swallowed in those deep green pools that were her eyes. She knew the other villainess' had no real interest in discussing her dreams, or the loneliness in her life since Mister J had thrown her out of his gang. Sure, the two of them had shared a few good times, but Harley was not in that sort of mood. Still it might do her some good to get it off her chest and out in the open. She was just about to open her mouth when something acrid and cloying tasting came into the back of her mouth. Before she could protest Harley Quinn felt unconsciousness creeping over her and then the entire room went black... The poor thing had not needed much in the way of the spores that Ivy sent into the air. She watched as Harley struggled for a few seconds and then slumped over onto the sofa. With a gesture she summoned vines to carry the unconscious form into the nearest bedroom. As they crossed the small space the thorny vines shredded and discarded Harley's costume so that she was naked before they had even left the room! Ivy paused a moment to admire the trim body, the gently rising breasts with each breath, and the blonde bush rising between her legs. Carefully, she dipped a finger between Harley's legs in order to taste some of the dew remaining from her dream. It was every bit as sweet as she remembered and worth using the spores if it meant that she was going to get more than just this one fleeting taste. Consciousness returned slowly and Harley found herself stretched out across one of the beds in the hideout. For some reason she was naked. For some other she could not move and the fog on her brain was not helping her to figure out why. One minute she had been waking up from that damned dream and the next she had been talking to... Ivy! Her eyes snapped open and looked down the length of her own body. The bed had sprouted warm leaves and a myriad of vines. Harley saw that her legs were already spread eagle and that they were being held in that position by bands of bark that had grown over her thighs and ankles. Her arms were also pinned down in a similar fashion. "What is the big idea, Red?" Asked Harley as she finally came fully awake. "Your obsession with men has grown tiresome and you have not given me enough of your attention of late." Answered Poison Ivy from where she lurked in one of the corners, hidden in the deep shadows. When she stepped out where Harley could see her, the other villainess' swallowed her next retort and gasped at the sight. Ivy was all natural - that was her thing - but tonight she had shed her leafy costume. The one light on the bedside table illuminated the pale green tones of her skin causing it to glow. She had combed out her long red hair and made it sprout a variety of flowers in contrasting hues. Even the thatch of red hair between her legs had grown a blood-red lily to disguise the lips and slit of her pussy. Her petite frame just screamed sex and Harley found herself reacting to what she was seeing! "Men are weak Harley." Taunted Ivy as she swayed across the room. Her gently undulating hips inviting Harley in. "They need us more than we have ever needed them. Yet they dare refer to us as a 'weaker' sex. Without us those pathetic meat sacks would have died out eons ago!" "Speaking on behalf of my fellow meat sacks," gulped Harley. "I kind of enjoy Men. Not that what we do isn't a joy, but I sort of like letting Mother Nature take her course and... well... um... yeah. You get what I am trying to say? Don't you?" Ivy strolled to the side of the bed and traced a single, inquisitive, fingertip down the length of Harley's naked body. That single digit paused to tease each of her nipples and then continued on until it had combed through the growth of her pubic hair, and slipped between the folds of her sex! Harley groaned! Arching her back as much as the restraining tree-bed was going to allow in her best attempt to get more of that finger between her lips! That damn dream had left her turned on and in need of a release. She and Ivy had fooled around before as well... "Oh!" Gasped Harley when that fingertip found the very edge of her opening. "Hmm." Offered Ivy. "For one that has voiced a preference for Men you seem to have no qualms about where you find your pleasure?" She flexed her powers and caused a single, slim, vine to sprout from one of the flowers woven into her hair. With a little more Ivy caused it to grow into a form more to Harley's voiced preference until it had become shaped like a male penis. "You... oh... try... uhh... having a boyfriend that is... mm mph... bonkers! You... uhhn... learn to... ohhh... take it when... uuuhhhnnn!" The last of whatever Harley was going to say dissolved into a long groan of released pleasure as that vine probed her opening, swelled to something the size of Ivy's wrist, and then slipped between the other woman's teased and swollen pussy lips! Harley groaned and bucked as one of Ivy's vines slipped into her cunt, swelled to stretch her to a point where it almost stopped feeling good, and then sank inside of her to the opening of her womb! Her ass bucked and twitched as her eyes rolled back in her head and a throaty groan echoed into every corner of the room in which they were hiding out. The restraining bands of bark retreated once she was lost in the throes of her pleasure and Harley thrashed about. Ivy was not done with her yet though. The bed came alive and rolled Harley onto her stomach even as Ivy came and sat down in front of her face. Off of her other arm emerged a second vine. This one snaked over Harley's back, oozing some kind of slippery sap as it found the raised crack of her ass! The other vine was still fucking her hard so Harley could not raise her voice in protest as this second intruder touched the pucker of her hole and squirted it with some of that lubricant. It repeated this several more times until Harley felt the stuff running down between her legs and pooling beneath her. In a single, gentle, rush she felt the vine part the cheeks of her butt and settle inside of her backdoor! Harley cried out at the intrusion! Gentle as it was she had never been one for letting anyone - not even Mister J - take her in the ass! The feeling of being so completely filled caused star-bursts of pleasure to go off inside her brain and she hung her head down as she rode those waves of building bliss. "More?" Teased Ivy. The sound of her voice caused Harley to raise her head and as her eyes opened she found she was level with Ivy's parted legs and warm, welcoming, bush! The sweet smell of flowers perfumed the dingy room and Harley felt her mind drifting. Between the pleasure rising from her own pussy and blasting her brain, and that intoxicating smell rising from between Ivy's legs she could not help herself! Mouth open and with her tongue extending of its own free will, Harley buried her face between Ivy's legs and began to hungrily devour her snatch! Now it was Ivy's turn to thrash and groan as Harley's talented tongue and eager lips nibbled, licked, and teased her own wanton sex! The other villainess' focus was on teasing her lips and clitoris so Ivy did for herself what she was doing for Harley. Two new vines paired off of her body. One dropped between her parted legs, growing in size as it went. As an added touch Ivy willed it to sprout a skin of smooth bark as it penetrated her! "Uhh!" Ivy groaned as the plant-form penis swelled and filled her every contour! New growths sprang from the original to touch her g-spot and to wrap around the bud of her clitoris! Drawing it from under its protective hood so that Harley Quinn's tongue. It was difficult focusing her powers in light of such pleasure. This thought sprang to mind even as the second vine she had grown found her asshole and made its own grand entrance! Meanwhile Harley had wormed a finger into Ivy's already stretched cunt to keep company with the 'wood' she was giving herself. Ivy's cunt tasted great! Harley hungrily lapped at the swollen lips and teased the top if her partner's slit with teeth and tongue. Once the vine was fitted around the bud of her clitoris Harley attacked that with rapid flicks of her tongue's tip until Ivy's hips bucked, grinding against her mouth and nose. Harley groaned against Ivy's pussy as her orgasm built from the double penetration she was getting - as well as from the pussy she was eating! Those vines seemed to respond to her building arousal and swelled inside of her until Harley was stretched to her absolute limit... Just as she thought the pleasure/pain was going to be too much her orgasm ripped up from her bucking quim and enveloped her brain in a crashing cascade of pleasure. Her head dropped away from Ivy's thrashing box as she exploded. "Ohhhh!... Fucking!... Shit!" Harley gasped between the waves of the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced! Even the times she and Mister J had sex they had never come close to anything like this! Poison Ivy watched Harley as she came a torrent. Juices and heat ran freely from her friend's pussy, coating her lips and inner thighs in a sticky residue of sexual release. Fortunately she was not far off her own orgasm from the two vines that were treating her in the same fashion that they were treating Harley! The other woman was just coming down off her own high when Ivy thrust her dripping slit forward as orgasm took hold! Harley had enough wits about her to slip her tongue between Ivy's folds to drink of her juice as she groaned and collapsed back against the headboard of the bed! Selina Kyle; the Catwoman, returned to the lair in the wee hours before dawn. No sooner was she shed of her mask than the unmistakable smell of female musk filled her nostrils! Dammit! If Harley had risked their security just to get a 'booty call' from that idiot, homicidal, clown then Selina was going to kick her ass! Crossing the room to the bedroom she pushed open the door. Harley and Ivy were entwined around one another and snoring softly. From the shredded remains of Harley's outfit it was obvious who the dominant one in this exchange had been! Selina just smiled and decided not to raise an issue with this. It wasn't like any of them were getting any from anywhere else. Curling up on the sofa she was soon fast asleep. Her dreams filled with fabulous heists and visions of a certain cowl-wearing vigilante taking her in all the right places... Gotham Girls Pt. 03 All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work. ***** Rain for the third straight night and still no sign of The Riddler, or any of his flunkies. Stephanie Brown - the Batgirl - stretched and yawned as best she could from her precarious perch on the side of the Gotham Savings and Loan. Why the hell she had to be out on a night like this searching for signs of when one of Batman's rogues was going to unleash his latest diabolical scheme was anyone's guess. Nights like this made her wish she had never allowed herself to be brought into the fold as one of the Dark Knight's junior partners. Times like this made her wish she was still just another junior-vigilante taking out street punks and the costumed villains that Batman would not waste a second punch on! "Something to cheer you up?" Came a hushed whisper from behind her. She was so startled that she almost took a fall off the ledge! Whipping around, fists rising to the ready position, she came face to face with one of the only other reasons that kept her suiting up night after night. Five feet and six inches tall, one-hundred and forty-five pounds of sinew and muscle, and the sweetest smile she had ever seen. Tim Drake. Formerly known as Robin, now building his own reputation as the Red Robin, had dropped down on the roof behind her. There he was with a thermos of hot chocolate and two collapsible cups. No doubt something Alfred had come up with! His new outfit looked good on him and was - so far as Stephanie was concerned - tight in all the right places! "It would kill you to make some kind of noise when you do that?" She asked. "The Boss would take away my play time on the computer if he knew I had made a noise when dropping in on someone." Tim smiled as he said it and that alone was enough to earn Batgirl's forgiveness. Jokes about 'the Boss', Batman, were common between the sidekicks. It was probably why he kept taking them in? As a means of warding off some of the dark brooding for which he was infamous. Stephanie risked a giggle even as she reached out a hand to accept the steaming cup of warm liquid. Tim was doing his level best not to look at her so she took advantage and drank in a good long look of her own! It almost made her wonder just how well he would fill out the old Robin costume that was archived in the Cave. She definitely had no problems seeing Tim in those green briefs and the red vest that Dick Grayson had made famous and Jason Todd had died in. Just thinking about that though was putting her off the reason she had been sent out here tonight. That, and it was making things inside of her tighten up in ways she knew were not good for her. The thought of what he might look like in nothing at all sprang, fully formed, into her mind before she could stop it and brought a blush to her cheeks! "Oops! You laughed while on patrol!" Teased Tim as he crouched down on the ledge next to her and drank in her company. "You blushed as well. Keep up this behavior and I am going to have to report you." His own smile was hidden behind his cup. Tim had been working with 'the Bat' too long to make the same rookie mistakes she was. "You're not even the least bit curious as to why I was blushing?" Stephanie risked asking. "With you, sometimes I am afraid to ask." Tim looked up from his cup and into Stephanie's eyes. Before he could protest, and before she had time to second guess herself, Batgirl leaned into Tim and planted a soft kiss on his lips at the same time she took his free hand and raised it to her breast! She thrust her chest forward, encouraging his touch, and then opened her mouth for his tongue. Tim dropped his cup a second before she did and then wrapped both his arms around her, drawing her into a tight embrace and crushing their bodies together. There was only an inch difference in their heights so the rising bulge in the front of his armored suit pressed nicely against her in just the right places! They wrestled this way until they were safely away from the edge of the roof and away from any prying eyes from street level. The paparazzi were infamous for trying to catch Gotham's erstwhile defenders out on patrol so that they could use the photo in some lurid headline of the supermarket rags. At the moment though that was the very last thing on Batgirl's mind as Red Robin pressed them both under an old chimney - one with a large overhanging lip - and continued kissing her until she was certain that she was going to burn up. Her utility belt, cowl, and attached cape had been the first things to go. Tim's hands knotted in her blonde hair as his tongue explored every inch of her eager and accepting mouth! The rest of the costume was going to prove to be a real bitch. Batgirl's own hands had dipped down and she had one of them firmly gripping one of Tim's rock hard ass cheeks while the other was gently cupping and squeezing the swelling in the front of his own armored suit! Not like he was going to feel much through the armor in that area but Stephanie was pretty sure that he was getting the right idea. Each of the suits was wired and coded for biometrics. Nobody but the wearer could remove them. Releasing Red Robin's sweet, tight, ass, she reached to the collar and thumbed the micro-fiber control. The integrated wiring beeped and the camouflaged seems opened up! It was a bit of work - struggling out of the Kevlar suit - but at last she had peeled away enough layers to expose her breasts! Tim was dutiful and attentive though from the moment that they appeared. His soft lips, teeth, and tongue had become their best friends and Batgirl's breathing was becoming more rapid in response to what was being done to her body. The damn boots were problematic. Especially since she did not want to break contact with Tim's lips as he was nibbling down the length of her exposed stomach! Stopping only when he came to the part of her costume that was still in place. The heavy boots came off and, almost in a fevered hurry, Stephanie peeled away the body hugging pants and the under-armor. At last it was just her panties between them and Red Robin now moved down and buried his face between her legs, bringing a wash of added warmth to the thin cotton barrier standing between them. Red Robin's own belt and boots were gone in a flash. Curse his added years of practice in getting in and out of all of the added shit that Batman insisted on them wearing. The leggings of his costume came down agonizingly slowly for Batgirl's tastes too. Almost as though he were teasing her! At last he was standing in front of her in only his tunic, cape, and mask. His rock-hard penis jutting out of the ebony tangle of his pubic hair, an absolute glory to behold! Stephanie wasted no time then in shedding her own underwear and pulling him into another, body crushing, hug. "Just push it in!" She breathed around his lips as they kissed. "I don't want to hurt you though!" He replied, even as the swollen head of his cock dipped into the void between her legs, searching for her hot and welcoming opening. Stephanie lifted a leg and Tim helped her to hook it over his hips. She kept it there through the simple expedient of burying the heel of her foot into his buttocks. In this position it was nothing at all in the way of a challenge to reach between them and grasp his dick in her hand. She was not the worldliest woman but she managed at last to part her vaginal lips with the head and lodge it against the opening of her hungering cunt! With a single, almost hesitant, thrust he was buried inside of her with his balls pressing against her. "Ooh!" Batgirl gasped. Savoring the feeling of being so suddenly filled. Tim supported her weight entirely even as he bucked his hips and sent his cock to the depths of Batgirl's pussy. She was tight! So tight in fact that she groaned and bit on her bottom lip with every thrust he gave her - as though it hurt her every time - but she only crushed her breasts against his chest and begged him to fuck her harder. It was something that he had been wanting to do for so very long that he forgot his caution and made his thrusts all the harder and faster. He could look between them and watch as he sank inside of her. The mingling of his black pubic hair with her honey-blonde thatch was even more of a turn on and in short order he began to feel the first hints of orgasm building in his balls and the root of his member! The brick chimney chewed into her back, her buttocks, and her thighs, but Stephanie ignored the discomfort in favor of enjoying every surging inch of hard cock that her hero-crush was feeding into her wanton little quim! This standing position made the angle of penetration a little extreme for her as with every thrust he was rubbing over her g-spot and slamming against her sensitive opening and swollen pussy lips. The crushing of their two bodies together was giving her just enough friction against her clitoris though as to make her squirm each time! "Ugh! . . . Mm! . . . Ughn!! More!" Breathed Batgirl! Yes! Fuck me Tim, just fuck me!" She egged him on. Tim hooked Batgirl under her ass with both hands, laced them together, and lifted until both her feet left the ground and her other leg looped around him to lock together with the other. The angle was a little different but the adjusted position allowed him to thrust harder and faster against the mound of her hot and tight box! Already he could feel the stickiness on his shaft and his own pubic mound from where Batgirl's juices had wetted the two of them down. Still, her insistence, coupled with his own need, drove him into her all the harder and faster until tears were running down her cheeks and her ass was bouncing in his hands from the strength of his thrusting cock! Stephanie's eyes were rolling in their sockets and she was feverishly twisting and pinching her nipples in time to his thrusts! Her chest was splotched a deep red color and those marvelous tits of hers were dancing in her own hands. He felt the building heat in her cunt and the muscles of her tunnel gripped him like steel vices, pulling and holding him inside of her as her orgasm crested and washed over her! Stephanie had felt the first surging wave of orgasm as her pussy pulled Tim inside of her! After that there was only the seemingly ceaseless waves of pleasure with flashes of feeling as he continued hammering at her wanton hole! No doubt her back was bruised and scraped raw from fucking against a chimney but the concern over physical evidence was the least of her concerns as those pulses of pleasures formed in her womb and then rushed upward into her brain! Incapable of speaking, Batgirl settled for allowing incoherent sounds to be wrung out of her by that wondrous cock that was between her legs. She was not yet finished with her own climax before Tim planted his legs and buried himself inside of her clear to his own root! "I am going to cum!" He gasped raggedly. In the glorious seconds during which the two of them shared themselves, as well as an orgasm, Stephanie no longer regretted venturing out on patrol. She did not give two shits what the Riddler might be getting up to - not right now anyway - but this night could no longer be considered a complete waste of time. She felt the hot jets of Tim's cum shooting inside of her to splash against the closed neck of her womb and each of those jolts only fed her own pleasure and kept her orgasm going on its own! It felt like hours before Tim's cock was soft enough and slipped out of her. Leaving her pussy gaping and wet from the mix of their own fluids. She leaned against that damn chimney trying to figure out why the two of them had not done something like this ages ago? Aside from the slight differences in their ages and the fact that they had met as crime fighters first before becoming friends in their own right. She only hoped that this was not going to be a one-and-done kind of thing! As she struggled to put everything back on the right way Tim was right there to help her. He picked up her discarded panties and looked at the scant material in his gloved hand. "Do you have an open pouch in your belt?" She asked him, with a smile. "Yeah." He said. "Keep them then." She kissed him then even as she tugged the leggings of her bat suit over her hips and fingered the collar tab in order to seal herself in. "If the Boss can keep trophies then there is no reason that we can't as well." The internal clock inside of her cowl told Stephanie that it was well past two in the morning. She was tired and sore - wondrously sore at that - so trying to find the Riddler was going to have to wait. She needed a shower and some sleep before coming back out again tomorrow. Maybe, if this weather held, she would stand a good chance of running into Tim again. Just the thought of another 'meeting' between the two of them was threatening to make her wet again. As the last of her costume fell back into place she turned and noted that he was already gone. Just a silently as he had appeared he was off again. Firing off a grapnel Batgirl turned toward her own apartment and vanished into the inky gloom of the Gotham night. Gotham Girls Pt. 04 All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work. ***** Tonight's 'grab' was almost proving to be more trouble than it was worth - almost. Even figuring on the low-side, after her fence paid her and Selina had her share, the Gotham Centre for Women in the notorious East End was going to be receiving another, very generous, anonymous donation. The Eye of the Orient was a one of a kind, flawless cut, emerald that Salvatore Maroni had only recently 'acquired'. A pay off for allowing the local Yakuza to get a toe hold on ol' Sal's turf. No doubt the senior ranking mobster in town was going to be getting his share of whatever they were moving but with Batman watching him and most of his known confederates all of the time, Sal was having to keep his head down and take what he could get. One of Maroni's thugs was starting to come around so as she headed toward the front door Catwoman went ahead and slashed at his face with her claws. She would not want tall, dark, and brooding to get the credit for ripping off Maroni. Her calling card would also let them know that she was watching them as well. Selina might not be in 'the game' just for busting up the bad guys - there was overhead for everything - but she was solidly on the side of the good guys, so long as there was a little profit to be had at day's end. Selina was out the door and back on the roof tops! Making a clean getaway before the alarms were tripped and the theft was discovered. It was ten minutes across town to her apartment in the Bowery from Maroni's 'social club'. While the normal people complained about the gridlock and the overcrowding in the city all she had to concern herself with was pigeon shit - and the occasional do-gooder trying to rain on her parade. "Evening Ma'am." Came the voice from the shadows just above the window she liked to use for entering and exiting the apartment. Catwoman's claws and whip were out and ready in a flash and she flipped her goggles over to infrared! That did not seem to help so just the level of the tech needed to fool her told Selina that she was dealing with one of the 'good guys'. "You know, I have never been a big fan of Boss Maroni, but stealing from him is still wrong." The shadows seemed to relax and so did Catwoman when Nightwing stepped out of them and sheathed his Escrima sticks. "The Eye of the Orient never belonged to him." She pouted, trying to disarm Batman's senior sidekick. "And it was not the property of the Yakuza before that either." She continued on. She retracted her claws and coiled her whip, stashing it on her hip in case she did end up needing it. The Kid - the first Boy Wonder certainly had grown up into a fine specimen! He filled out the costume in all the right places that was for sure, thought Selina as she mentally licked her lips and savored the sights. He was still a bleeding heart, but he was the closest thing to the Batman anywhere near her at the moment and his close association - and passing resemblance - to the other hero was making her body react in ways that she reserved for the Dark Knight alone! Not that the two of them had ever done anything. Batman had always been too high minded to risk muddying his reputation by sharing her bed. Mores the pity, she added to herself, knowing that the two of them would have made a damn good pairing. "Did your boss send you here to collect my little trinket before I could use it to do some good in this urban cesspool?" She risked asking. "Not the 'Boss' anymore Selina, and I could care less about the gemstone. Word on the street has Two-Face making a play tomorrow night and since this is supposed to be happening in the East End I thought that you would like to know about it." "Well why don't you come on in for a minute and we can discuss Harvey and his nefarious dealings?" Selina had already swung one long leg over the sill of the window and was easing through the opening as Nightwing began to move. The interior of her apartment was cozy. It was far more of a safe house these days than a place to live, but it was secluded, she had long ago bought the building, and every other tenant was either a friend or an informant of hers. It was the one place in all of Gotham City where nothing happened without her knowing about it first. Selina had already unzipped the throat of her costume and dragged the zipper down to show the top of her cleavage. She handed Nightwing a cold ice water and reclined on her sofa. She was drinking in the sight of him as he walked around the room looking at some of the finer pieces she had kept for her own collection. He seemed especially interested in one of Harvey Dent's two-headed coins. "That is the original." Catwoman quipped. "In case you were wondering?" "Do I want to know?" He asked, lifting the small silver coin from the velvet cushion and testing the weight in his gloved hand. He flipped it in the air with practiced ease and caught it as it descended. "Good side, I give you the information and call it a night. Bad side, I give you the information anyway but make you earn it." The smile on his face, paired with the fact that he was drinking in the sight of her cleavage, made Selina hope that it came up 'bad'. Nightwing opened his hand and then placed the coin back on its cushion. . . Selina's head rolled back onto her shoulders as the costume pooled around her feet and the cool autumn air caressed her naked body. Nightwing seemed more pleased than surprised to learn that she seldom bothered with panties when she was in 'the suit'. Panty lines in skin-hugging Kevlar/Spandex? Not as long as she was the one wearing it. His lips were already paying delicious attention to her nipples. Causing them to harden and turn a darker shade of red from the increased blood flow to them. His hands were not idle though. One of them was alternating between cupping each well-muscled cheek of her ass and squeezing it, while the other was working at her vaginal lips and folds in order to start getting her wet! "Hmmm!" She purred as the first creeping sensations of arousal gripped her sex and her own hands started moving over Nightwing's still-clothed body. He brought two gauntleted fingers from between her legs and pressed them against her lips. Obligingly Selina opened her mouth and mimicked sucking a cock as she tasted her own arousal! The fingers were gone just as quickly as they had appeared and Catwoman's eyes shot open as they dipped back between her parting legs! This time the hero had gone for broke and pressed them both into her vagina causing her pussy to convulse around them. Selina groaned at the sudden intrusion. She was not one to do these sort of things often and therefore her body was tight and slow to respond to Nightwing's attentions. For her part she was not having a hard time at all finding his rapidly stiffening member. "Off!" She grunted as he continued fingering her cunt with enthusiasm. "Ohhh!" Selina found herself wondering if any of the other girls in Batman's extended 'family' had ever enjoyed these fingers the way that she was? Dick Grayson - Nightwing - released the bio-metric seals on his costume and shrugged out of it. His protective cup and supporter were the only things left on as he quickly returned to fingering Catwoman's quim and mauling her perfect tits with his mouth! He could not remember the number of times that he had daydreamed about doing just what he was doing now when he had been Batman's junior partner. How many nights had he spent in his room at Wayne Manor, jerking off as he thought about Selina Kyle in her Catwoman outfit? What was happening now was not so far out of the believable. Selina was only a couple years older than he was after all. He half-closed his eyes and enjoyed the tensile sensation of Catwoman's neatly trimmed bush, the rising heat leaking out of her slit and the wetness on the tips of his fingers. Finally he had to stop to jerk down the last of his clothing because his cock was getting so hard that the confinement was beginning to hurt him! "Oh my," cooed Selina as his freed penis sprang forward and smacked against the flat of her stomach. "Someone wanted out in the worst way." "He likes cats well enough," Nightwing said. "Know any pussy he can play with?" The bed was only a double so it sort of limited the options for foreplay - or positions - but at the moment Dick Grayson's entire focus was on the ebony haired bobbing head of Selina Kyle as she nursed on the swollen and twitching head of his newly freed cock! She had dragged him into the only bedroom in the flat. Kicking aside old stuffed toys, collectibles from the look of them, as they wrestled their way onto the bed. Catwoman rolled him onto his back and wasted no time in sliding down his chest, with soft kisses and flicks of her tongue, until her mouth encountered the nest of his pubic hair and the hardened shaft of his penis which was rising from within it. Now she was hungrily devouring him! Taking a full half of his length down her throat while continuing to jerk him off around the base. She obviously had well-developed oral skills and was not afraid to use them! "Mm. . .Mph! Mm. . .Mph! Mm. . .Mph!" Selina was humming and grunting around his cock. Nightwing watched as she lifted her ass off of the bed and one hand found its way back to begin playing with herself. "Ahhh!" He chimed in when she took her hand away and deep-throated him. Buried at the back of her throat he felt the first hint of his orgasm beginning to build in his balls. Catwoman groaned as her fingers found her opening and continued working it as Nightwing had done! She was going to need to be really wet and ready if her body was going to accommodate his hard member. At this precise moment - aside from reveling in the feel of him as he filled her willing mouth - Selina was regretting not having been a little more of a slut in her formative years. Barring that, she might have at least gone in for what Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn shared whenever they thought she was not looking. Bobbing her head faster Selina felt the mushroom head of Nightwing's penis press against her soft pallet as she relaxed her mouth completely! His balls were already drawn up against his body but she did not want a mouth filled with cum tonight. He groaned deep in his chest as she released him and crawled to the head of the bed. "Fuck me!" She said breathily. Selina was already on her knees - in no mood for gentle love making - therefore it was nothing for her to lower her chest and head to the mattress and present Nightwing with the perfect target. Dick parted Selina's slicked cunt lips with two fingers while he used a third to finger the bud of her clitoris! She groaned and pressed her vagina into his hand, urging him on. She was slick and the heat escaping from her weeping slit was begging for him to thrust inside of her and be done with the foreplay! Taking his hard penis in his free hand he tucked it between the inner lips of her vagina and twitched his hips. The head popped inside of her and Nightwing could hear as Catwoman sucked in a breath from the sudden intrusion! There was an almost virginal tightness to her - she was not one - but damn near close enough. Her vaginal canal was slow to open to him and the progress he made was slow. Once inside the muscular lining gripped him as an iron fist and he groaned at the sensation! "Goddamn," he breathed as the last inch of his shaft sank into her warm, wet snatch and his balls tapped against her slit and the bud of her clitoris! "Mmm!" Selina let out a slow, pained, breath and relaxed now that he was filling her. She was drinking in that 'hurts so good' feeling of being completed stretched open and filled with cock that she was barely ready for his first thrust! Nightwing held his legs apart and on the outside of Selina's own, closed legs. The modified 'doggy style' kept her open to deep and vigorous thrusting, but also ensured that she remained tight for him. He made his thrusts as deep as he could manage. Each one nearly driving Catwoman off of her knees and drawing a ragged sigh or whimper out of her as he slammed home into her, sinking up to his balls, and filling the small bedroom with the sound of their two bodies smacking together. The irony that he was grunge-fucking the notorious Catwoman in 'doggy style' sex was not lost on him and might have fueled the urgency of his thrusts! "Oooh!. . .Mm. . .Mph!. . .Unngh!. . .Oooh! Fuck!!" Selina groaned and bit down on the pillow as Nightwing raised himself onto his feet! The change in his position allowed him to really fuck that gorgeous cock into her and his thrusts became faster, harder, and even more intense! Her orgasm did not build! Instead it slammed into her from nowhere and Selina felt her quim squeezing at Nightwing's cock as he continued thrusting against her upturned sex. . . The pleasure left her mouth hanging open as a series of inarticulate grunts, groans, and the occasional profanity issued forth. Her hands clawed at the top of the mattress - if she had still been wearing her costume it would have been shredded - and she had to fight the urge of her body to lash out as she lost all control and fell into the warm clouds of pleasure that were fast fogging up her brain! Nightwing gasped when Selina started to twitch in orgasm as her cunt grabbed his cock like a steel vice and dragged him to the deepest point inside of her that he could reach! His balls pressed against the heated and swollen bulb of her clitoris and his pubic mound was suddenly wet from her juices as she squirted her pleasure. He still managed to thrust against her but her increased tightness was preventing him from slamming into her as he had been doing. His own balls were filled with his cum and he knew that he was not going to be able to hold off for very much longer! Therefore, knowing he had given her what she 'needed', he focused all of his attentions on his own release and resumed fucking her as hard as the pressure and tightness of her vagina would permit. Catwoman was mewling and groaning - just coming down from her climax - when Nightwing hooked her pelvis in both of his hands, buried his twitching cock in the warm soupy folds of her quim, and began unloading his balls inside of her tunnel! He bit down on his lower lips, feeling his eyes rolling back in their sockets and said nothing as his long delayed release flooded her in a series of fluid jets that quickly filled her limited space and bubbled out and around the two of them, some of it running down her thighs as the rest mingled with the sweat and pussy juice that was already coating his groin and lower stomach. . . Selina stirred to wakefulness some hours later. Nightwing was long gone but he had done as he promised. Leaving her with the information he had concerning Two-Face - and the Eye of the Orient emerald! She was sore for the vigorous fucking that the two of them had shared but thankful for the release that he had given her. He would never be the Batman, but if he was the pupil, imagine how much better things would be with the Master? Noting the early hour she sent a message to one of her better Fences to set up a meet. She still had business to take care of before she allowed herself to really sleep. Glancing at her bedside clock she decided that a shower was called for before dragging on a clean costume and making that appointment on time. . . Gotham Girls Pt. 05 All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work. ***** Crime Alley was its typical cesspool of hopelessness and depravity, things had gotten so bad of late that even the whores were looking apprehensive in their efforts to attract their Johns. Huntress knew just where to place the blame for that too. Victor Zaszz was on the loose after escaping from the courthouse during a pre-trial hearing. So far he had murdered four more people - all of them here in Crime Alley. Since he never had a set victim profile it was impossible to predict where he might strike next. Therefore, Huntress and other Birds of Prey were spread out across the city in search of him. Hopefully they could catch a break before someone else was reduced to just another mark carved into the body of that madman! "Any luck?" Came the voice of Black Canary. She was over covering the waterfront. Zaszz had once had a hideout there. "Nothing going on in Crime Alley." Huntress radioed back. "Too bad Manhunter and Lady Blackhawk are missing out on all this fun." Black Canary could not quite keep the boredom out of her voice. Why wasn't Batman and the other vigilantes pitching in to help out with this? Sure, Zaszz was not a 'super' villain, but every time he got out he did as much human damage as The Joker! The fact that he was never after money, or turf, or anything predictable just made tracking him down all the more difficult. "Well, I am heading back to the clock tower." Came back Black Canary. I have to be back in Star City tomorrow afternoon. Word is that Cheshire is on the loose again as well. At least that is someone that I can track and stop." The comm lines went dead and Huntress returned to watching the street walker below her lofty perch. She had to admit. She was jealous sometimes that Black Canary had another beat than Gotham to patrol and was only loosely associated with Oracle and the other Birds of Prey. She was also jealous that she had someone like the Green Arrow to go home too. Helena Bertinelli - her daytime identity - didn't have anyone waiting for her. One of the downsides to being a known daughter to a crime boss. Albeit a dead one. Her night life did not leave her much time for a social life either. Too many nights spent running down the remaining mobsters in Gotham City and going after the bush league villains that Batman did not have the time for. Oh well, she thought as she swung off of the roof and headed in the direction of the clock tower that served as a base for the Birds of Prey, when shit gets boring I still have my fingers. Entering the tower, Helena finally felt free to strip off her mask and set aside her weapons. At least here she could be herself. Oracle - Barbara - was obviously gone home for the night since her station was set for monitoring the satellite feeds and media feeds too. She was also recording the dispatch channels for the various emergency services throughout the greater Gotham area. There was a woman that did not plan on missing anything. Helena stopped and listened for a moment and noted that someone else was in the tower and using the facilities. Probably not Black Canary. She would have gotten back here well before she had so was probably already on her way back to Star City. Batgirl might be here, but she seldom frequented the tower because of the weird vibe between herself and Barb. Peering around a corner she could see the steam from the shower pouring out from underneath the bathroom door. Also, someone had set up the couch for sleeping over. Immediately suspicious, Huntress crept to the entry to the bathroom and kicked open the door! It was only a good thing that she had gone in on her guard because it allowed her to block the sudden kick that was snapped at her head. Lashing out she felt her own foot make contact with something soft! That something made a large impact on the tile floor - only then did the steam from the shower clear enough for her to see the unexpected visitor. "What the fuck, Helena?" Asked Renee Montoya from where she sat on her ass on the floor, wearing nothing but a couple of towels. Renee, a former Gotham City Police Officer, turned private investigator, and then novice vigilante known as The Question was an 'associate' of the little group that Oracle had built here. She had never accepted the status of being one of the 'Birds' but was still welcome in the tower and had proven herself on more than one case in the past. "Sorry," Helena mumbled. "Nobody told me to be expecting company and I have the night shift until Zaszz is back in Arkham Asylum. What brings you over to this side of Gotham?" She asked as she helped the other woman to her feet. "I caught a lead on your serial killer from a snitch and thought I would bring it by. I have been looking for this guy since he got free and did not think that Oracle would begrudge me the couch for a couple hours. The shower either - if she knew some of the places that I had been in to get that information." All of this was said as she toweled off her hair. Her street clothes - what passed for a 'costume' - were hanging up on the back of the bathroom door. Everything that was except for the neatly folded bra and panties that were on the back of the toilet. Helena found herself staring as the other woman dropped the towel around her chest and examined a few neat bruises and scars along her ribs and lower back. "God, why the hell can't I have a secret headquarters with all the homey touches?" Renee wondered aloud. Now dry she walked right past her hanging clothes in order to recline on the sofa. "You mean signing on to be The Question did not come with all the bonuses?" Teased Helena. Her eyes were still tracing a line down Renee's body and even she had to admit to herself that she was liking what she saw. "Must have been what Vic was meaning to tell me before he died." Renee met Helena's eye and smiled up at her from where she was still sitting on the sofa. Renee hid a world of hurt and unspoken things in that smile. She never quit looking into Helena's eyes though, not even when she stood up, crossed the scant distance between them, and boldly kissed the other woman flush on the lips. . . It was not the first time that Helena had been kissed by a woman. Her duties as one of Gotham City's premiere vigilantes meant doing a lot of shit with which she was not otherwise comfortable. All of the Birds of Prey knew about The Question and her openly gay status. It just wasn't something that came up in casual conversations and, definitely, not in the performance of their duties. It wasn't like Montoya was spending every waking hour hanging around the clock tower either. She had turned Oracle down when she had been offered a full-time spot on the team. Still, it had been a long time, and she found her body reacting faster than her brain could keep up! And Renee, as it turned out, was one hell of a kisser. Helena melted against her soft lips and felt as the other woman enveloped her in a hug, her naked body pressing against the material of the Huntress' suit. Inside the suit her nipples were hardening and she felt a sudden and unexpected wetness between her legs. Feeling emboldened, Helena risked a little and reached her still-gloved hand between their two bodies until she was able to cup Renee's warm sex in her gloved hand. "Ohhhh," gasped Renee. But she did not pull away. Helena extended her fingers until they slipped between the outer lips of the other woman's vagina and then teased her inner folds by gently stroking and rubbing them. She was rewarded when Renee shuddered against those probing fingers and groaned at their welcome intrusion. She continued on in such ways for several more seconds. Doing to Montoya what she would have normally done to herself if she were alone and needed to bleed off some of the tension. Helena was neither forceful nor quick and was glad to know that she was capable of bringing pleasure to another human being. Normally, she only seemed to excel at hurting criminals when she wasn't hiding behind the prim and proper façade of a Gotham City school teacher. Neither of which was going to end her up in bed with a stiff cock buried between her legs! "My turn?" Montoya breathed against her neck as Helena continued fingering her pussy. "But I have never," she began. Renee tripped her up and easily pulled her down on the couch beside her. "Then it might be time that you did." She said with steel in her voice and as her own fingers reached for the release on her costume. Helena could not bring herself to fight as Montoya pulled away the layers of her costume in her efforts to get at the flesh beneath. Heat was building inside of her - despite her best efforts in fighting down the urges to respond - and she found herself helping in the effort. It took the two of them the better part of five minutes before Renee was hooking her thumbs in the top of Helena's panties and pulling them down her legs. Her last shred of resistance seemed to vanish the moment she raised her ass up off the sofa in order to make that easier for Montoya to accomplish. The heavy tangle of her brunette bush lay revealed and the aroma of feminine musk was fast filling the small corner of the clock tower in which they were tangled. Her chest, stomach, and thighs were covered in the thinnest sheen of sweat and she was breathing deeply. "God," she heard herself breath. Renee was not one to hesitate in her affections and she eased one hand between Helena's closed thighs and spread her legs far enough apart to grant her passage between them. Helena scooted up on the sofa, making room so that the both of them could fit. She then threw one leg over the back of the furniture as a sign of surrender and welcome. The first caress of Montoya's lips over her pubic mound caused Helena to suck in an involuntary breath even as the tip of her tongue found the split between her labia and parted it. . . Waves of pleasure built up slowly, starting at whichever point between her spread legs that Renee was gently licking, kissing, or fingering, then creeping up into her brain and causing Helena to make the most unusual and guttural sounds. The single finger buried inside of her was pressed firmly over her g-spot while Montoya plied the tender inner lips of her vagina with teeth, lips, and tongue! Her hips were rising off of the sofa as her spine bowed from the intense pleasure she was receiving and her hair was already matted down with sweat. Since there were no free hands to play with her breasts, Helena satisfied that particular need by alternating between tugging on her nipples and pinching them until the pain caused her to cry out. Montoya looked up from between her parted legs, her chin and mouth glistening with Helena's moisture; "Mm," she teased, tracing a single finger down Helena's open slit. "You taste marvelous." Then without another word she returned her tongue and lips to what they had been doing, not wishing to waste energy talking when her mouth had obviously been designed for other - much better - things. Renee continued fingering Helena. The Huntress was so tight it would probably be a good guess that it had more than just a little while since she had gotten any. Not that Renee envied her that. She had never seen the attraction to being pursued by a man whose only compulsion was to get you in a compromising position in order to get into your panties. She did not think of herself as a militant lesbian. Just a practical one. As a result she had never even pretended to like men - not sexually anyway - and she certainly had never 'tried' it either. Katherine Kane, her part-time lover, had been known to keep a man on the side, if just for appearances. It was one of the sticking points in their relationship that kept things as 'part-time'. Helena was beginning to loosen up somewhat and had begun to become progressively wetter as a result. Renee ran a finger from her other hand through her own slit and then pressed it against the puckered font of Helena's asshole. Good butt play being something that most guys, and too many women, overlooked when they were together. Helena grunted a squirmed the first time as Renee pressed her lubed finger into her ass! She was not an anal virgin, but it was something she only did when she knew and trusted her partner implicitly. Montoya was gentle though. Taking as much time as was needed to make it comfortable and a pleasure. The added pressure of a finger in her ass, to match the one inside her pussy - and Renee continuing to eat her out - was fast taking those smaller waves of pleasure and causing them to build into the beginnings of her orgasm! Not wanting this to seem like a one-way sort of deal, Helena pulled Renee away from her snatch; "Sixty-nine with me," she gasped. The sudden cessation of pleasure proving almost physically painful. Montoya rearranged herself and as her own face dipped back between Helena's parted legs, she sank her own wet and willing vagina within reach of Helena's mouth and fingers. Her first taste of Montoya was tart but pleasing and she hungrily applied herself to lapping at her lips until the other woman was wet enough again to allow her fingers to pass back inside of her! This time she used two fingers and slipped them in and out of her in time with the motions of Montoya's tongue against her own labia and the hardened bud of her clitoris. The pleasure that Renee was giving her was making it difficult for Helena to focus on what she was doing - but she applied herself - with the hope that it wasn't terrible. It might have been ten minutes, or it could have been two, but either way it was not very long before Helena felt the return of her impending orgasm and anticipated the release with great joy. . . Orgasm slammed into Renee Montoya seemingly from out of nowhere! Helena was doing well enough, but as a 'straight' her efforts were not as good as they might otherwise have been. She had been only vaguely aware as pleasure had continued building in her womb as Helena had continued tonguing and stroking her fingers through Renee's pussy. Therefore, when the first sudden wave had crested, slamming through her body and brain, she had involuntarily buried her face in Helena's warm and wet snatch, groaning her release as she brought her quivering pussy down on the other woman's face. Helena rode the orgasm. Continuing to gently lick, kiss, nibble and finger at Renee as her orgasm ran through her. The waves of pleasure were so intense that it very nearly knocked Montoya off her game. Somehow she managed to keep pleasuring her partner - though now it was her own efforts that were lax - and Helena responded. "I am going to cum," Helena sighed even as Renee's tongue continued the attack against her quim! She knew that Montoya had already achieved her own orgasm. Her nose, mouth, and chin were wet from the force of her release. Through it all Helena had managed to keep good contact with the pussy in front of her. Hungrily devouring the other woman to grant her a release that she so obviously needed. Her own build up toward a finish seemed to diminish - even if just slightly - as Montoya had buried Helena's mouth in her twitching slit and rode her face. It, her slow building orgasm, roared back as Renee began to come down from the peak of her pleasure. The heat building between her parted legs was almost unbearable and as Montoya chanced to suck her clitoris into her mouth those sensations exploded through her! Hips bucking and with her spine bowed, Helena Bertinelli felt a climax as she had never done at any time in the past. This was nothing at all like the very few times that she had ever achieved orgasm while having sex with a man. On those rare occasions - pleasurable as they might have ultimately been - the man's focus had been entirely upon reaching his own pleasure. Once that was done it had not seemed to be of no importance to stay with Helena until she had gotten the same out of their coupling. With Renee there had been none of that rush. Her mind completely fogged over and she felt her hips and vagina thrashing tightly in the throes of her release! A wetness erupted from somewhere inside of her and Helena knew that she was 'squirting' her cum from the intense pleasure that was gripping her mind and body. Twenty minutes of sensual cuddling and light petting followed for the two women as they basked in the comfortable glow of their mutual orgasms. Both of them were tired and sweaty but neither seemed inclined to break their embrace upon the couch in order to clean up. "Not bad for a first timer," offered Renee as she half-dozed. Her head still resting on Helena's inner thigh. "First time, but not the last," Helena assured her friend and fellow crime-fighter. Another ten minutes passed before the computer in the outer room chirped and Helena was forced to go and see what the fuss was all about. As it turned out one of Oracle's traffic camera feeds had spotted Zaszz on the streets. An 'anonymous' alert had also been sent out to the GCPD which meant that at least the general vicinity would be contained and the killer would be trapped. Rousing Montoya with the good news the two women opted for a quick shower before heading back out into the Gotham night in pursuit of their quarry. Gotham Girls Pt. 06 All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work. ***** Batgirl - aka Stephanie Brown - looked on with a certain satisfaction as The Riddler was hauled off toward the waiting police cruiser in hand cuffs. Of course he went the entire way cursing her as 'an inferior intellect' and swearing revenge. Why the hell did all the villains in this town have to swear revenge? What, they were going to sit in Blackgate, or Arkham Asylum, and crochet tea cozies while quietly reforming? If not for all of their revenge plots and need for public attention then she and the other vigilantes in this town would have been out of business years ago. Stifling a yawn she stretched and slowly worked her way up to the nearest rooftop. It just so happened to be the same one where she and Tim - the Red Robin - had shared a couple hours of very pleasant company a few weeks prior when she had still been on the hunt for Edward Nigma. The bruises on her lower back and buttocks had faded nicely but not before Batman had noticed and called her out on it. Since coming clean she and Tim had not been seeing a lot of one another. 'The Boss' was keeping them patrolling in separate parts of Gotham and seldom paired them up. Their physical intimacy was a 'threat' to his oh so precious 'mission'. The communicator in her utility belt beeped as she sat down on the edge of the building and fishing it out she saw that it was Alfred calling from the Cave. "Yes Alfred?" She asked into the tiny mouthpiece. "Congratulations on capturing the Riddler, Ms. Brown. You actually made the eleven o'clock news tonight." His dry English accent did not lend itself to sarcasm so she could only assume that the praise was genuine "You did not call me while on patrol just to let me know that I made the evening news. What's up," Stephanie asked. "The new batch of expanding foam is ready for field testing and Master Bruce asked that I bring you in to have it added to your belt. Can you make it to the Cave tonight or would you care to postpone until tomorrow?" Stephanie pondered for a moment and then decided that there was the very slim chance of running into Tim if she went to the Cave for whatever new thing it was that was being added to her arsenal. Surely the Batman would not mind if the two of them met up and 'accidentally' made a few pleasant memories in, oh, the trophy room? Her motorcycle was only parked a few alleys over so she responded that she was coming in and then keyed off the communicator and slipped it back into her utility belt. . . Alfred Pennyworth polished one of the examination tables in the medical suite of the Bat Cave while awaiting the arrival of Batgirl. He had similar dispersals of material for the other crime fighters in Gotham - at least those that were on speaking terms with the Batman - and was trying to bring them in one at a time. Master Bruce hated it when the Cave was filled with costumed vigilantes because that meant that nobody was out on the streets guarding Gotham City against crime and violence. Master Tim had already tried to weasel his way into coming in at the same time as Miss Brown but Alfred had heard the heated argument between Batman and his two junior partners over some physical indiscretions and had been made to promise that he would not do anything that would bring the two of them together if it were not of the utmost import. His thoughts, to say nothing of his cleaning, was interrupted by the sound of a high powered motorcycle engine as it entered the Cave. Batgirl was always amazed by 'The Cave'. It had to be the single coolest 'lair' of any super hero that she knew of. Some of the more junior members of the Justice League liked to talk about The Watchtower and then there was always talk about Superman's Fortress of Solitude, but she would happily take the Bat Cave over either of those. Here were all the gadgets and weapons she was ever going to need as well as state of the art training simulations and the bottomless credit card stream that Bruce Wayne afforded to his partners in the war against crime just in case they needed anything in the field and did not have time to call in a drop by the Batwing or to come back here themselves. There was also Alfred. The guy was an absolute saint - you had to be to work for 'The Boss' as long as he had - to say nothing of the great food he served, hot beverages, sage advice, and he was one hell of a field medic whenever she came in beaten or bruised from a patrol. Then there was the English accent. . . It was cliché, she knew, but something inside of her melted whenever Alfred was speaking in those clipped tones. It was a bit of a turn on if she was really being honest with herself. Thumbing the biometric release on her armor she took off her cape and cowl now that she was safely out of view of the public and climbed down off of her motorcycle. The new expanding foam and dispenser were light weight and fit snuggly in the pouches of her utility belt. It was a fast acting foam that hardened in seconds and expanded to fill the available space in any void. Bruce had designed it to deter large mobs. Lucius Fox had used the resources at Wayne Enterprises' to perfect the end product as well as the delivery system. It was going to prove invaluable against creatures like Clay Face or more physical enemies the likes of Bane or Killer Croc. Stephanie thanked Alfred and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek as she paused to look around the Cave and take it all in. It was moments like these that she really loved being the Batgirl. Even as she was taking in the trophies accumulated from years of protecting Gotham City she remembered the 'trophy' that she had given Tim on that roof top and wondered what he had done with that particular pair of her panties? No sooner had that thought entered her mind that she felt a soft touch on her shoulder. Alfred knew that it was not right. Ms. Brown was barely out of her teens but he had been so long without a woman, and she was such a sweet girl, that he found he could not stop himself from reaching out and brushing a hand through her honey-blond hair. It was easy to see why Master Timothy had been smitten by her and why Master Bruce considered her a danger to Tim's commitment to 'the mission'. Alfred was pleased when she did not take his head off with a spin kick at his uninvited touch and, instead, leaned into his hand. There was an unfamiliar, albeit welcome, stiffening in his trousers as she relaxed and he stepped into the curve of her hip and took in the expanse of The Cave with her. As the two of them stood together Alfred was further delighted when Ms. Brown dropped a hand from the top of her utility belt and grasped lightly at the rising tent of his trousers. "Been awhile, has it Al", she teased even as her hand began kneading his fast stiffening member. "There are only so many hours in a day Ms. Brown, and when one spends them tending to the every need of a crime fighter and his associates, there is precious little left for seeing to one's own wants or needs." That was the closest thing Stephanie had ever heard Alfred utter to an actual complaint and it made her realize that the poor guy did spend almost every waking hour seeing to the Batman and his extended 'family'. When he was not occupied doing that then it was organizing the few public appearances of Bruce Wayne in order to shore up his public face and secret identity to the paparazzi and the public that always seemed to hunger for one more sound bite or picture from Gotham City's most eligible bachelor and billionaire. Feeling a little guilty for her part, Stephanie kneaded the growing stiffness in Alfred's trousers a little more intently and began to feel the first stirrings of her own arousal even as she did so. . . Alfred stood to one side of the surgical bed and allowed the talented lips and tongue of Batgirl to work him to a mammoth erection! He was certain that he did not have the physical gifts of Master Timothy to offer to her, but that did not seem to slow her any. It had been her idea to adjourn here - out of the immediate sight of anyone else entering the Cave - and she had insisted that he allow her to do this for him even as she had crawled onto the table and laid herself out as though she were on display. "Mmm . . . Mph . . . Mmm . . . Mph . . . Mmm," came the noises from her eager young mouth as Stephanie swallowed Alfred down to his root and allowed his head and shaft to come to a rest on her tongue. She had not had the opportunity on that rooftop to do this for Tim, but she was certain that he was better endowed than Alfred. Still, there were things that recommended a smaller penis when it came to oral sex and she had always been an aficionado of the art of giving good head. For his part Alfred stood still and allowed her to work him instead of trying to thrust into her mouth as some younger guys might. It was a curtesy for which she was grateful. Even as Alfred was feeding inches of stiffening dick into her mouth, Stephanie was taking advantage of having already opened the seals on her armor and slipped one hand down the front of her costume's leggings until those searching digits found the building heat and growing damp between her legs. As Alfred was surrendering to the pleasure she could give him with her mouth, her fingers were beginning to brush over and explore the outer lips of her own vagina. True, the confines of the armor did not give her much room in which to work but she was skilled enough to make do with what there was. . . Stephanie had one finger sunk deep inside of her vagina and continued sucking on Alfred's cock as she shamelessly pumped that in and out of herself. All of the time wishing that it was Tim's penis instead. Alfred, sensing the difficulties she was having, leaned over far enough to ease the confining material of her armored costume over her hips and then down to pool above the tops of her boots. With that out of the way she quickly sent her panties in the same direction and was rewarded with enough freedom of movement to spread her legs and sink a second finger into her oozing slit. Arching her hips Batgirl pressed the tip of her thumb over her, still hooded, clitoris and hissed her own pleasure around Alfred's shaft as it plunged between her lips and teeth. "Here," he offered. Taking a step back and helping her to sit up. "Allow me." Batgirl swung her legs off of the table and with Alfred's help was soon standing with her back toward him. He cupped each of her ass cheeks, teasing her, before pushing her forward so that her weight rested against the bed and she was almost in a doggy position. "Fuck yes, Alfred," she groaned even as he stepped up behind her and pressed the length of his shaft down the crack of her ass until it came to rest against her drenched and ready opening. Spreading her legs as far as the suit, and her position, would allow she leaned into him as a means of encouraging him to proceed with fucking her. Alfred's first penetration parted her lips and passed neatly through those moist inner folds. Batgirl moaned and wadded the bedding on the surgical table as the feeling of being filled and stretched open down there brought tears of joy running down her cheeks. For his part, Alfred grunted his pleasure as her canal squeezed his length and pulled him inside of her until his balls tapped against her clitoris and Batgirl cried out! With all of her weight on her arms, Batgirl did her best to part her legs as far as the costume would allow, leaving her in a standing / half-doggy position. Alfred gently squeezed one of her ass cheeks in either hand and very easily established a rhythm that was right for the two of them. "Oh god", she moaned. Savoring the feeling of being filled. Stephanie hung her head and panted her pleasure as the butler continued fucking her tight and tender box. Alfred could not remember the last time her had been with a woman. Master Bruce - the Batman - kept him busy with all manner of duties and errands for both himself as well as his junior partners. This young woman had given herself without thought to her own wants or needs. He had to admit that he was rather enjoying the feeling of her taut and well-muscled buttocks in his hands. To say nothing of the warm and wet tunnel in which his surging penis was being squeezed like a vice! The blow job to which she had been treating him might have proven sufficient but once she had surrendered to him and welcomed him inside of her there had been no going back. Alfred breathed in her unique musk and buried himself inside of her to his balls. She moaned - a long exaltation - and pressed back to meet his thrusts. Her muscles tightened around him and he became aware as heat washed over him from between her parted legs. "Ohhh . . . Alfred . . . Ahhh . . . I am . . . Ohhh . . . Going to cum." She called out this last even as her orgasm took her and she collapsed with the top of her body across the surgical table, her quim convulsed around his shaft, and he felt a warm and wet discharge from her even as she wetted them both with her own ejaculate. Stephanie swam up through the fog of her own orgasm. It had taken hold of her so suddenly she had not even realized that she had needed it so badly! She knew right away from the wetness on her thighs that it had been a wet one. One of the few times in her life that she had ever 'squirted' and it was with someone that was old enough to be her father. Alfred was still plugging away at her and she only hoped that she could get him off before someone arrived in the Cave and found them hard at it. Every thrust caused their moist skin smack together and echoed through the Cave, but she could care less. He might be an older man, but Alfred knew what to do when it mattered. He also did not seem to mind 'doggy' sex either as he was pounding into her relentlessly. His breathing was ragged and the longer things seemed to progress the shorter and harder his strokes came at her. Her vision dimmed and she gasped as a second, much smaller, orgasm built inside of her womb and then immediately spilled through her. Lacking the intensity of her first, Batgirl was able to remain conscious for this one and rode it out while encouraging Alfred to cum inside of her hot and wanton pussy! "Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it," she groaned as she thrashed against Alfred's hard cock. "Cum in my pussy . . . cum inside of me." Alfred sank between the lips and folds of Stephanie's pussy, savoring her warm and wet sex, even as he did his level best to fuck her brains out. She took everything that he was giving her and was begging for more. His seed was already pooling at the root of his penis and Alfred knew that his own 'finish' was not far off. Still, he was in no hurry to be parted from the tender young body and willing sex of the Batgirl. He had very quickly come to understand why Master Timothy had fallen for her charms and succumbed to them. Perhaps if the Batman were to get himself some of this he might not loosen up a little and quit being such a colossal asshole? Even as that thought sprang, fully formed, into his mind Alfred passed the point of no return and moaned as his own orgasm swept through him and he began squirting streamers of cum into her willing pussy! Stephanie felt each jet of Alfred's cum and was quite surprised at the volume he was putting forth. Even when Tim had fucked her, his load had not been as large as this. Alfred continued pounding into her even as he was lost in orgasm and she was reduced to making animalistic grunts and profane exclamations as he did so. His balls continued slapping off of her upraised pussy lips and when he did finally slow and begin to withdraw from inside of her it was with a wash of his warm semen spilling out of her slit to coat her inner thighs, leaving her skin sticky from both of their climaxes. Alfred thanked her even as he backed out of the exam suite, leaving her to dress herself and return to her nightly patrol. She was just finishing making sure that everything was back in place when the roar of the engine of the Batmobile announced the return of 'the Boss'. Grabbing up her motorcycle helmet she dashed for the cycle - tossing off a quick salute to Batman - before gunning the engine and roaring out the same way that she had come in. The back road which connected the Cave to the nearest highway back into Gotham was bumping and added a thrill of pain to her well-fucked and exhausted pussy. Still, there were few feelings better than the one suffusing her after a really good fuck. It was always nice to know that if Tim were not available on a given night that there was always the off chance of a casual hook-up with Alfred if she needed to get laid. . . Gotham Girls Pt. 07 All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work. ***** The Car rolled to a halt and the flip of a switch the turbines powered down until the only thing disturbing the calm of the damp air was the rustling of the bats as they returned to their roosts for the day. Penguin had been stopped from bringing in and selling a shipment of automatic weapons - not that there was any evidence directly linking him to the gun smuggling operation - but Batman had busted his thugs before and knew one of his 'crews' when he came across them. He sat in the driver's seat of the 'Batmobile' and focused on relaxing for a few moments. Alfred would be waiting upstairs for him and he really needed a few hours of sleep before putting in a token appearance at Wayne Enterprises. The message from Lucius Fox had mentioned something about new developments in Applied Sciences. That could only mean some new tech to aide in the Batman's war on crime. . . Barbara Gordon, college sophomore and daughter to the Gotham City Police Commissioner, had accomplished the impossible! Finishing the fall and winter terms with passing grades? Hardly. She had infiltrated Wayne Manor right under the nose of one Mr. Alfred Pennyworth. Knowing that Bruce was going to be arriving home soon she had chosen her time when she knew that the butler/confidante was going to be busiest. Avoiding Bruce's ever tightening security net had been the tricky part. However, using a few of the toys from her utility belt - to say nothing of some tricks she had learned in her computer sciences class - she had entered the mansion and even now was toweling off from the private shower in Bruce Wayne's bedroom. She was planning a surprise for Gotham's favorite billionaire/playboy/philanthropist. Reaching for her duffle bag even as she dropped her towel, Barbara made a beeline for the full-length mirror. . . The ride up from the Cave in the elevator seemed to be taking forever. It had to be fatigue from the string of long days and even longer nights that he had been pulling lately. With both Barbara and Dick away at college he was running a little short handed in the sidekick department. On a few of his more recent cases he had even been tempted, even if only for a moment, to see if any members of the Justice League would be willing to help out. The only time that was going to actually happen though would be sometime close to Hell freezing over. Green Arrow - Oliver Queen - was about the only JLA member that he did not mind pairing up with. Probably because they were from similar backgrounds and neither one of them had 'powers' aside from bottomless bank accounts and a need to see justice done. The elevator finally slowed to a stop and the door concealed behind the grandfather clock opened to reveal Alfred waiting for him with a steaming tray of breakfast and a printed itinerary for his day. "If the second item on that list is not sleep Alfred then we are going to have a talk about priorities." Bruce said as he leveled an accusing finger toward the butler's list even as he took the tray and sat down to begin eating. "Then one can only assume that the shipment of arms belonging to one Mr. Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot will not be making an appearance on the streets of Gotham City," asked Alfred? Knowing full well that if even the slightest chance of those guns reaching the streets still existed that 'Bruce Wayne' would not have emerged from below and that the 'Batman' would have still been on duty. Bruce only smiled around mouths full of Alfred's excellent cooking and moved down the list. Pleased to see that he was not expected at Wayne Enterprises until this afternoon. That meant that he had time for a shower AND some sleep. Bolting down what remained of the meal he asked Alfred to leave him until the last possible moment. With assurances for not being disturbed, Bruce pushed away the, now empty, tray and made a hasty exit toward his private suite of rooms. . . The mirror did not lie. The lingerie looked stellar on her. A tight stretch of lace fabric, sheer to the point of not being there, formed the panel dipping between her shapely legs and then emerging to cover the nice rounds of her buttocks. The bra was a match and lifted her modest breasts into something that might be appealing to a man that normally filled his bed with super models and debutantes. Sure. Barbara knew it was all part of the 'act'. The one that deflected suspicion from Bruce Wayne ever being the Batman, but it had always made her feel somehow inadequate as a woman and she would have been lying to herself if she tried saying that she had not envisioned something like this happening since Batman and Robin had first accepted her and welcomed her into the 'family'. Of course Robin - Dick Grayson - had been making eyes at her since arriving on the campus of Gotham University earlier in the year. He was a year younger than she was but was already a sophomore owing to having done a year of private schooling abroad. Barbara thought it was 'cute' that he was crushing on her but she had only ever had eyes for the dark and brooding leader of their little crime fighting clan. Hearing footsteps she quickly ducked behind the ornate dressing screen and made herself as small as possible. . . Steam was still curling off of his body as he dropped the towel on the bathroom floor and padded, bare foot and naked, into his bedroom and collapsed across the bottom of his bed. The door was locked and Alfred would never dare think of intruding on his privacy without at least knocking first. Sleep was just beginning to pull him under when he sensed weight on the bed and felt light hands begin massaging the knots out of his shoulders! His reaction was immediate as he rolled over and lashed out blindly with a kick that would have shattered masonry. The lithe form of his unlooked for companion was already rolling past the kick and came to a rest against his headboard. "Shit Bruce," said Barbara Gordon. "Is this the way you greet all your would-be lovers?" "Barbara? What are you doing here?" He asked as all thought of sleep vanished once his brain processed what his young partner was wearing. His physical reaction was almost immediate as he stiffened at the sight of her. "Well," she teased, "If I am not welcome then I guess I can drive back to the campus and see if Mr. Grayson would be a little more welcoming to me in this get up?" Barbara motioned down the length of her body to the lingerie. Over which she had artfully draped her utility belt. Her face was hidden behind her Batgirl cowl and she was even wearing the scalloped cape. "You . . . and Dick," asked Bruce? "He only wishes", quipped Barbara as she straightened the belt across her shapely hips. "But it is not outside the realm of possibility if you don't want me here." She stuck out her bottom lip in a practiced pout even as she spread her legs a fraction of an inch as an 'invitation'. . . The panties were still on but Barbara Gordon arched her back and sucked in a sharp breath as Bruce Wayne buried his face between her parted legs and breathed in her scent even as he crushed her pelvis against his face. Planting soft kisses across that lace panel in an effort to excite her. With one hand he pushed the utility belt above the waistband and hooked his fingers into the material, yanking down until the flimsy cloth ripped, and then releasing her to allow Barbara to fall back across the bed. Flat on her back, with legs now spread, her red pubic hair on display for the whole world, she watched as Bruce held aloft the fabric which had only second before been her only shield protecting her. He held them up and sniffed at them. Savoring the slight wetness in the crotch before casting them away. No longer distracted, he then turned his full attention to her. She was no novice, but this was Bruce Wayne - the Batman - that she was with, and the realization of that only made Barbara wish that she had tried to gain a little more experience before climbing into his bed. Still, once the panties were out of the way she had done her best to match his intensity and taken the initiative as she had dived between his legs and engulfed his fast hardening penis in her mouth. The warmth and hardness were more wonderful than she might have ever dreamed possible. The fact that she was now living out a fantasy that had sent her home from patrol to masturbate on multiple occasions was only increasing her own wetness and one of her free hands dipped between her thighs to plunge a finger into her, near-virgin, pussy. There had only been two other men. Boys really. The one that had first initiated her during high school and then the dorm advisor at GSU. Neither of them had come close to arousing her, let alone bring her to a climax, but it had been the experience she had been after and therefore had not expected much from either of them. After all, neither of them had been Batman. "Mmm . . . Mph . . . Mmm . . . Mph . . . Mmm," she groaned around the shaft as it rested heavy on her tongue. Her one free hand came up and cupped Bruce's ponderous balls and rolled them in his scrotum! "Oh shit," he groaned even as he allowed his head to roll back across his shoulders. She continued working him thus. Keeping her jaw loose and her hand working on his balls and alternating between them and stroking along the length of his shaft that would not fit into her mouth. Barbara had read about women that could swallow the whole thing to the root, but nerves coupled with inexperience were making her cautious. There was also her own pleasure to be considered and her other hand had her fingers dancing between her swollen clitoris and her sweltering opening as it wetted her fingers and palm. Barbara did not want to slide her finger inside herself. Saving the first penetration for the glorious machine that was presently in her mouth. She bobbed her head rapidly. Trying to immolate the thrusting motion of intercourse and Bruce responded by sighing deep in his chest and pushing his hips forward as a means of encouraging her to continue. . . Bruce fell away from Barbara's eager mouth with a satisfying and wet 'pop' as he collapsed backward onto the bed. Barbara was still swallowing the load of cum he had shot between her lips and was smiling between gulps. One of her hands was busy at her slit but she had not inserted a finger inside of herself. Even without that, the smell of her musk was heavy in the still air of the bedroom and even though he had reached one finish, Bruce was happy to note that despite a slight wilting he was still more than ready to go again. "My turn," he said even as with one hand he lightly pushed her onto her back and easily parted her thighs enough to allow him between them again. Not waiting for permission he buried his face into the steaming mound of Barbara's sex and with only the tip of his tongue took the first taste of her! Barbara sucked in a sharp breath when the tip of his tongue found the head of her clitoris peeking out from beneath its protective hood and pressed against it for a few seconds before continuing on to pass between her outer lips in order to taste the inner folds of her pussy. He considered himself skilled in the arts of cunnilingus. Having devoted some study to it in order to pass off his cover as billionaire/playboy Bruce Wayne. There would not have been much of a cover if the models and debutantes that he was seen escorting all over Gotham City were only heard to bitch about his skills in the bedroom. He did not allow many of them into his bedroom but those that did get this far usually left the morning after with memories worth talking about. "Ohhh," gasped Barbara. "Ughn . . . just right . . . Mmm . . . there . . ." Whatever else she might have been trying to say ended in a guttural exclamation as Bruce's tongue - again - teased her clit before parting the folds and taking the plunge into her vaginal canal." Her legs came up over his shoulders and Bruce became aware of her ankles crossing and then her heels pressing into the muscles of his shoulders as she tried to keep the contact of his tongue on her cunt, even as it washed his face with a wave of heat and he tasted her juices on his lips, tongue, and then felt them running down his chin. Barbara was too tight for more than an inch, perhaps two, of his tongue from gaining entry into her, but it was obvious that at least she was not a virgin. That knowledge allowed Bruce to relax just a little bit and begin to thoroughly enjoy eating her out. It also meant that while he could teach her a few things in the bedroom that the two of them would not have to start from scratch. He was not one to take a slut into his bed, but he much preferred someone with some knowledge and skills than a complete novice. Barbara's hips raised off of the bed to meet his tongue and searching fingers and her own hands were eagerly pawing at her heaving breasts and pinching her nipples as her excitement mounted. Where her bra had gone Bruce could not say and probably doubted that his young and wanton partner remembered even stripping it off. Her utility belt had also come off as the two of them wrestled across the expanse of his bed - a piece of furniture that could easily sleep a dozen - leaving her naked except for the cowl and cape she was still wearing. . . Her body arched, with mouth hanging open in silent pleasure and her head falling backward, Batgirl rode the waves of indescribable pleasure that seemed to build ceaselessly in her womb before spreading through her sex and then rising into her brain to render her incapable of speech as her muscles contracted and Bruce continued the exquisite dance of tongue, lips, and fingers between her legs which had finally delivered her a first orgasm that was not the result of hormones and an over-active teenage imagination. Compared to those releases, this orgasm was a raging flood tearing through her, while those had been diffuse sprinkles. Bruce rode the waves until they subsided and Barbara scooted away from him until she was able to prop her body up against the headboard of the bed. "Holy Crap," she exclaimed. "A bit of an understatement," offered Bruce as he closed the distance between them. Wiping off her juices from his chin and lips with the back of one hand. Barbara took note that he was fully prepared to finish what the two of them had started and she took in a cautious breath at the sight of the hard rod and mushroomed head rising from between his legs and ready to assail her own sex. Bruce was, easily, twice as large as either of her previous two lovers. Not that they could even compare themselves to that massive penis. Still, setting eyes on the goal of today's little endeavor made her wince inwardly at the thought of taking that monster between her legs. . . 'Hurts so good,' barely began to describe the feelings evoked as Bruce Wayne fully parted her legs and settled himself between them, resting his weight on his thighs and calves. The head of his cock combed through the tangled mess of her sweat slicked, red, pubic hair and lightly touched off against her engorged clitoris. Once he parted her outer lips to touch her inner folds Barbara felt like crying out but held it together. When he pushed against her opening though her gasp was involuntary as he parted her completely and pressed through into the warm, confining, tightness that was her near-virgin pussy! "Ohhh . . ." she breathed softly. Her muscles cinched around that surging shaft and of their own accord pulled him deeper inside of her. She wrapped herself around Bruce even as his hands found her hips and began guiding her movements. With her sitting astride him it was easier on the both of them if she moved and set a pace that was comfortable for her. Incapable of speech she made indistinct animal noises as he pressed into her and moved her hips with his hands in tight circles even as she managed to move enough to make small thrusts against her mound and create enough friction between the two of them that Bruce would be able to cum again. Her own body was proving itself to be quite a traitor and Barbara was aware of a second orgasm of her own beginning to build from somewhere deep inside of herself. Bruce busied himself by combing his fingertips through the nest of Barbara's pubic hair. Delighting in the flaming red coloration and the contrast it made against his pale skin and his own black pubic hair. With his help he was pressing the head of his cock against her g-spot while moving her hips enough to create some pressure - no matter how fleeting - against her clitoris. He was conscientious enough that if more than three thrusts did not illicit some form of contact against her 'bud' that he worked two fingers between their bodies and rubbed over it gently. Whenever he did this she would thrash and press herself against him, driving him as deep inside of herself as this rather limiting position was going to allow. Still, for all of its limitations, Barbara's lithe young body was responding nicely and he was certain that another orgasm was imminent. Especially since she was breathing more heavily and the warmth and wetness between her legs was slowly growing. IF having an orgasm via oral sex was better than one from masturbation, then one from penetration was mind-blowing! Barbara slammed down onto Bruce and ground herself against him as the most intense pleasure built inside of her and then washed through her body in waves which were echoed by the muscular contractions from her cunt. Slick with sweat she could barely register the sound of their bodies coming together as these feelings assailed her and left her incapable of breathing, speaking, or moving beyond the involuntary twitching of her muscles. A warm and wet discharge poured out of her and at that moment Batgirl found her voice and moaned toward the ceiling of the bedroom even as Bruce's hands kept her hips moving on him. Bruce lifted Barbara off of him and laid her out across the bed and enjoyed watching her as she came down from her climax. If he were any sort of judge he would have ventured that today had been the first time she had experienced orgasm beyond whatever masturbation she had done when she was younger. His thighs and groin were slick with her juices but that was of little consequence to him. Through it all she had even managed to keep her cape and cowl on and he found himself in the unusual position of being highly aroused with the idea; "I am fucking Batgirl." As her body stopped twitching and settled back into the mountain of pillows upon which he had laid her out, Bruce chanced upon the perfect way in which to finish this welcome, albeit unlooked for, encounter. . . On hands and knees Barbara grunted at each intense thrust as Bruce took her from behind. Not a position with which she was familiar - her previous two times having been missionary only - she had almost thought to resist when he had suggested it to her. Now she heard and felt every slap of his balls against her slit and when they tapped her clitoris she made mewling noises and pressed back to meet him! In order to keep control of her Bruce had her cape wrapped around one of his arms and one hand grabbing onto the hardened ear pieces of her costume's cowl. He was only half kneeling and the position allowed him a lot of power for thrusting against her. This was the most intense and pleasurable sex she had ever had and, at last, cried out. "Yes . . . Yes . . . Fuck me Bruce, fuck my tight pussy . . . Ahhh!" Taking her at her word he redoubled his efforts and brought fresh tears of pleasure to her eyes and coursing down her cheeks. Gotham Girls Pt. 07 Bruce loved the visual he was getting as Barbara's sweet little pale ass cheeks bounced every time he pounded into her and then when she all but begged him to fuck her harder, he had been only too happy to accommodate her. Her sweltering little box was tight around him and he was determined to fill her with his cum. Holding onto her cape allowed him the added leverage to bore inside of her until he hit the bottom of her pussy on every thrust. With his other hand on her cowl he was able to but a deep dip in the small of her back so that the power of his thrusts sent his balls smacking off of her clitoris and only made the sex more intense between the two of them. At least for her sake he was not going to last very long as Bruce could already feel another load beginning to pool in his balls. Barbara felt the tears spilling down her cheeks and cried out on the last thrust into her! The head of Bruce's cock touched what might have been her cervix and held himself inside of her until the pleasure of being so filled was almost becoming pain. At that point she felt him beginning to pull out of her and her muscles tried in vain to hold him in place. Reaching between her own legs she pawed at her clitoris for some direct contact and even slipped a finger inside of herself - feeling as the last two inches of that magnificent penis left her. She ached in the most wonderful way and was only eager for Batman to finish off and fill her with another load of his warm spunk. Bruce slammed back inside of Barbara. Nearly spilling her off of her knees. But he was at the end and he knew it enough to try not to move too much. His balls pulled up inside of him until they had nowhere else to go and then his brain felt as though it were filled with cotton as he was only aware as his cock began shooting jets of semen deep inside of Batgirl! His hips bucked against her and Barbara groaned as he spilled inside of her until some of the milky fluid came spilling back out to run down his shaft before pooling beneath them on the bed. He could not speak and did not really trust himself to do so. At last - after what felt like several minutes - his orgasm subsided and he fell away from Barbara, a blissful smile on his face. Until his eyes were able to focus again and he saw Barbara's own glowing visage, he had not realized how badly he had been neglecting this part of his life. "Thanks," he mumbled. Even as sleep was pulling him down. "I needed that." "You can thank me later," she added as she spooned against him. "You can take me lingerie shopping." . . . this piece is the result of a reader request and I hope that they enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it . . . Gotham Girls Pt. 08 All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work. ***** Fall foliage was in abundant evidence as Stephanie Brown - aka Batgirl - stood on the curb side bus stop and awaited the arrival of a good friend. Out of costume and back in college on a Wayne Foundation scholarship, she felt uncomfortable in street clothes and felt more than one set of eyes undressing her as she awaited the afternoon arrival. The cold of winter had not yet appeared in Gotham City so many of the college students walking around the GSU campus were still dressed for summer, herself included. Her cut off denim shorts barely dared to cover the curve of her shapely ass and the t-shirt she had worn out of the dorm today had long since lost its sleeves to her scissors and desire to show off more skin. Socks that barely came above the top of her sneakers and a short, black, and denim jacket completed the outfit. Stephanie only wished that Tim Drake were around for the fall semester to see her in this get-up. She sometimes wondered what got him hard faster. Her Batgirl costume, or her civilian clothes? Thoughts like those made her flashback to a certain rooftop in Gotham City where the two of them had enjoyed one another for a few hours one night when they were out on patrol. The bus rolled to a stop and the air brakes hissed as it came even with the curb and Cassandra Cain - one time Batgirl and current Blackbat - came to her feet a fraction of a second before everyone else on the bus. Her ability to read minute body language served her as a vigilante working for the Batman in the Far East as one of his agents, the same as it had done when she was Batgirl, as well as when she had still been an assassin. A slight smile touched her lips as she spotted Stephanie standing on the curb and waiting for her to climb down for their weekend together. She had passed the mantle of Batgirl to Stephanie when she had decided to leave Gotham City, but she had missed her friend terribly in the time that the two of them had been apart. She easily slipped around and under the other passengers as they struggled to reach the stairs and claim their luggage. There were a few scattered oaths and more than a few finger gestures aimed at her but she was not about to allow them to deter their reunion. . . The campus sandwich shop was a nice enough place to grab something to eat while the two of them caught up on what was going on in their lives. The talk flowed easily - as though the two of them had not been separated for months and by most of the civilized world. ". . . Gun runners with Cobblepot, and they dumped the entire shipment and tried running." Stephanie easily shared a few of her anecdotes about being Batgirl. Including a rather lengthy and lurid one concerning exactly what she and Timothy Drake had done with one another. Cassandra listened easily enough, but even sitting in the open she could not stop her eyes from moving between the employees and other diners in the shop, picking out exits, and sizing up the other people here to pick out which of them was trained and might present a potential threat. Nobody so much as gave her, or Stephanie, a second look and they were two of the most dangerous and highly trained women in the world when it came to personal combat techniques. ". . . and do not even get me started on what a horny old man Alfred is. Don't let that polished English butler bit fool you for a moment because he can fuck with the best of them." Stephanie blushed a little in ending the story about what she and Alfred had done down in the Batcave. "You and Alfred?" Asked Cassie. Her hands mimed two bodies smacking together in sexual intercourse. "It is not as bad as you are making it out", said Stephanie. She crumbled up the butcher paper in which her sandwich had been served and casually tossed it into the trash can without standing up. With lunch finished the two girls decided to head back to Stephanie's dorm room so that Cassie could unwind and relax before the two of them had to decide what it was that they wanted to do. Grabbing her bag and flinging it over her shoulder, Cassie followed her friend out of the diner and began the ten minute walk across the campus and toward the housing units. Maybe it was the fall weather? Or it might have been that Cassandra Cain exuded a foreign allure with her Eurasian features and flowing black hair? Her eyes never stopped moving as the two of them walked and about once every minute she was pointing out to Stephanie a guy - or guys - that were stimulated by their passing. She could also tell which of these guys was a little more than 'stimulated'. Tenting shorts and bulging jeans seemed to be the order of the day but the tall, blonde, girl claimed to only have eyes - and wetted loins - for her fellow crime fighters. Cassandra had been so busy on her mission in the Far East that one of her goals upon getting back to Gotham had been the hope of getting a little action. When the two of them finally arrived outside of Hamilton Hill Hall - residency named for the one-time Mayor of Gotham - and the Residency Advisor buzzed them in, Cassandra's panties were wet from looking at the available men and the thoughts that had invariably entered into her own mind as she had spent a few seconds on her favorites sizing them up in turn. "Hey Steph," called out the lanky guy behind the front desk. "Martin," Stephanie acknowledged him but barely slowed as she strolled past the entryway and entered the elevator. "He desires you, Stephanie. Why do you not allow him to take you?" Asked Cassandra. Part of her curiosity stemmed from having been raised as a functional mute and illiterate until she had broken away from the control of her father, the assassin David Cain. Her learning to speak had interfered with her other abilities for a while but time away from Gotham had honed them again and she was happy to say that she was back in prime form. Aside from learning to speak and read, her sexual awakening had happened in short order as well. Once she learned to interpret what the miniscule changes in pulse, body temperature, and certain blood flow registered in a man. In short order Cassandra Cain discovered that she enjoyed sex and enjoyed men taking pleasure in her body. "He's been sniffing after me since our freshman year," confided Stephanie. "I almost took him to bed once or twice, but other things came up." "Work, or pleasure?" Asked Cassie. "A little of both actually." The elevator slowed to a stop and the two of them got off and walked down the hall to Stephanie's dorm room. Once the door was unlocked the girls stepped inside and collapsed on the small couch and chair which served as the main room's only pieces of furniture. Aside from these there was a microwave and a hot plate in the 'kitchen', a door on the left opened on the small bathroom and the opposite door opened into the bedroom. "Now that he knows that I have company for the weekend you can expect to be seeing him again. Probably tonight as a matter of a fact." Cassie suddenly felt herself looking forward to tonight and knew from the slight rise in Stephanie's pulse and body temperature that it had been long enough since her last man that she would not mind a visit either. . . Martin did not disappoint as it turned out. Appearing outside of Stephanie's room shortly before 8pm on the trumped up excuse that she had not in fact signed in her guest. Stephanie smiled at Martin - and the shy younger man standing behind him - as she signed Cassandra into the visitor's register. For her part, Cassandra measured up the two of them and could tell from heightened blood flow, temperature spikes, and the barely concealed foil squares in their pockets exactly what the real reason for their visit was. Or so they hoped. The young man standing behind Martin smiled at her as he nervously shifted from one foot to another and kept his hands in his pockets. He was Asian in ethnicity but from which country she could not say. His mumbled greetings came in unaccented English so he was probably not an exchange student. No doubt, just another hapless young man that did not know how to be forward in his requests for fear that a woman would be offended - or that she would reject him. Cassandra took another quick look and decided for herself and Stephanie that their desire, and the respective sizes of their penises merited inviting them both in for sex. "Did the two of you want to come in for a beer," asked Stephanie. She flashed a smile back at Cassandra and put her friend at ease. "You know alcohol in the dorm rooms is against the rules," droned Martin. "You can have Commissioner Gordon call Batman then," teased Stephanie. "You two want a beer, or not?" With a shrug the two young men walked into the dorm room and Stephanie eased the door shut behind them. As Cassandra opened the small refrigerator and began handing out beers she distinctly heard the lock turn in the door leading into the room, and then also detected the almost inaudible pop as Stephanie loosened the top button on her denim shorts. . . The beers went down easily and the four of them were quick into conversation. Stephanie and Cassandra kept the conversation to topics with which they were comfortable and familiar. Crime fighting and vigilantes in Gotham City. The two girls were, of course, pro-vigilante. Go figure. Martin was a little more reserved. His family had been sending men into the GCPD for generations and he was in school on a criminology program with intention of entering the force once the ink was dry on his diploma. Kim Huan - his friend - was more anti vigilante, and even seemed to think that the various villains in the city had it tougher because of the police and the plethora of crime fighters that seemed to lurk in the shadows. Cassandra - having fought on both sides of the issue - could see his side, even if it was not exactly well thought through. Besides, she wanted very much to have a closer look at what was stirring beneath his jeans and did not think that starting an argument was a good way to end the night in bed with him. As a hint she casually stretched her muscles and teased the bulge in his pants with her toes. A wicked smile told him just what it was that she was thinking. . . Stephanie rolled her eyes at Cassie's blatant flirting and the direction in which she was leading the evening. Sure. It had been long enough since that tryst in the Batcave with Alfred that her pussy was beginning to feel forgotten about. Aside from a night or two with her vibrator after coming in from patrol there had been no action between her legs and she found herself looking at strangers and wondering; 'What if. . .' She knew that the plans for the night were set once her friend dropped all pretense, leaned over, and kissed Kim full on the mouth and parted his lips with her eager tongue. Sometimes she thought that her friend had had it easy. Growing up without the social conventions of society as she was raised to only ever be a killer. It meant she saw nothing wrong with just saying what was on her mind and then going after whatever it was that she had been desiring. When she had first discovered sex it had been quite the task to try and explain to her that a woman was not supposed to simply go after and take whatever man it was that caught her eye and that it was far more entertaining to keep them guessing and chasing after what it was that she was willing to give them in the first place - sex. By the time that Stephanie was inviting Martin in for a kiss of his own, Cassie already had Kim's jeans opened and was eagerly stroking him to full hardness. . . Cassandra let her head roll back onto her shoulders as she sat next to Stephanie on the couch with their respective partners faces buried between their parted legs and eagerly eating their vaginas. Kim was skilled and his tongue had little problem in parting her pubic hair to find the top of her slit and the nodule that was her clitoris. The sensitive little bud was eager tonight and did not keep him working at her long before it emerged from its sheath and he pressed directly against it with lips and tongue before she moaned her pleasure and felt a wash of warmth from between her legs. For her part, Stephanie was breathing heavily as Martin tongue-fucked her hole and slipped a finger into her puckered asshole until she began to grind her muff against his mouth. Both young women were leaving tell-tale wet spots on the furniture beneath them and their friends had begun eagerly pulling at their cocks as they ate them out! "Mmmm . . . Yes . . ." Groaned Stephanie. Enjoying the tongue in her tight little box as well as the finger in her ass. "Ahhh . . . Uhhn . . . Oh god, yes!" She raised her hips and met the thrusts of that tongue as she tried to coax Martin into sliding more of that finger into her backdoor. She had always loved oral sex and was only sorry now that she had not allowed Martin into her before tonight. Her blonde pubic hair was matted down from the sweet mix of his saliva and her own wetness and an orgasm was teasing her but refusing to crest. "Mmmm . . . Mmmm . . . Mmmm . . . Ahhh!" Cassandra cried out. Stiffening as her first orgasm took hold. It built quickly and the waves of delicious euphoria carried her out of her own body even as Kim continued eating her out as she washed his mouth and chin in her juice and the heat from her cunt. Cassie came around slowly to see that Stephanie was really into the cunnilingus she was taking from Martin - and that he seemed more than a little gifted at giving oral sex - but her body language told her that orgasm was holding off for something else and that she might be better off if the four of them adjourned to the bedroom to finish what they had begun on the sofa. . . The bedroom door was left open and the trail of discarded clothing told the tale of how quickly the four of them had abandoned the couch for a more comfortable setting. Stephanie's bed was a queen-sized, so it filled most of the limited space afforded her as a 'bedroom'. What it did leave was room for the four of them to continue exploring each other's bodies, sucking and fucking until they were spent. Martin finished stepping out of his briefs and guided Stephanie onto the mattress at the foot of the bed. Her legs parted of their own accord and he took in the sight of her honey-blonde bush crowning her wet and inviting pussy. He had wanted to fuck her since the first time he had seen her strolling into the dorms - some stodgy old man and a string of guys hauling in her shit behind her - knowing that the resident recipient of a Wayne Foundation scholarship was probably in need of a little adventure in order to break up the dull drums of ceaseless studying. The fact that she seemed to like taking something in her ass was only going to make things a little better too. Maybe before the night was over he and Kim could work one of these hot pieces of ass into a position where they were being fucked in both of those holes. Martin was hoping that the one would end up being Stephanie Brown. Kim dropped his jeans to reveal that he was wearing nothing underneath of them. His member was erect and ready to go, as was Cassie's warm and wet squeeze box. Her ebony muff was damped down thanks to his tongue and, if he were any judge, a long time between fucks. She had been so eager to get with him that the beer was barely in his stomach before she was fishing inside of his pants looking for his goods! He had enjoyed eating her out. She had tasted sweet and somehow innocent. Though he doubted that she was anywhere near to being a virgin. He took a quick glance over at Martin as his friend was guiding the head of his engorged penis between the other chick's pussy lips. Maybe, before the night was over, the two of them could fuck each of these girls at the same time while the other one watched? How fucking hot would that be? Stephanie pulled Martin down between her legs and helped him ease between her lips and tender folds. He was not as large as Tim had been but he was bigger than Alfred so she had found a happy medium. Her inner-slut crowed at finally being fucked and a renewed feeling of wetness and warmth flooded into her cunt and down her uppermost thighs. Martin was not wearing the rubber that he had brought with him but she did not care. Her regime of birth control pills and the careful count of her days told her that she had enough time to not have to sweat getting pregnant from a little casual sex. She raised her hips off of the bed and met each of Martin's thrusts at her twat. Rising into them and hearing his balls slapping off of her ass made her think of that long, delicate, digit he had fucked her ass with earlier and a hope of getting his cock in her backdoor before the night was done suddenly came fully formed into the fore of her mind. Maybe, if Cassie did not fuck the other guy to death, he would be willing to plug her other hole? With the prospect of a second cock to fuck tonight egging her on, Stephanie gave herself completely to Martins thrusting shaft and began to feel the renewed energy of her impending orgasm as the two of them came together repeatedly. Cassie grunted as she guided Kim into her and felt the first thrust of his penis into her. Pain and unspeakable pleasure blended as she stretched to take him in and then, using the almost perfect control she had over the muscles of her body, gripped him and pulled him as deep into her as the length and girth of his shaft would allow. She moaned at the feeling of his pendulous balls touching the thin stretch of skin between the bottom of her cunt and the puckered font of her asshole and wondered if he would want to fuck her there as well. She remembered the obvious pleasure that Stephanie had been taking from just a finger in there and, having never thought to allow a man to use her like that, was intrigued as to what it might feel like. She lost her train of thought for a moment as Kim found the rhyme and pace and began sliding inside of her with more urgency as he tried to bring her to another orgasm before spilling his load inside of her. The urgency of this coupling had been more important to Cassie than the thought of protection so the fact that Kim was not wearing a condom was not foremost on her mind as she surrendered to the feelings of her first fuck in months. Only dimly dwelling on the idea of possibly allowing both of these men to take her at the same time as Stephanie watched. Stephanie was looking down the length of her naked body and between her parted and raised legs as Martin fucked the length of his cock into her hungry hole. His balls slapping off of her upraised ass each time he sent the head and shaft diving into the depths of her quim. She thrashed and balled the sheets and coverlet on her bed with every thrust, feeling her own long overdue orgasm as it teased her by cresting but never quite releasing the energy that it was building up. Her tits bounced as those thrusts became all the more urgent and Martin hooked his hands and forearms around her raised thighs and truly began to pound inside of her. The thrusts became almost more pain than pleasure and still her fucking orgasm was not coming - if you can pardon the pun - and she desperately needed the release. Her head fell backward as Martin reached the end of her and his mushroom head brushed against her cervix. Raised on her elbows Stephanie bore down on him and trapped him between her folds even as he cried out and she felt the first jets of his semen spilling and pooling inside of her! Gotham Girls Pt. 08 Cassie marveled at the reaction of Stephanie as Martin spilled inside of her and some of his load pooled at her opening before sliding out of her and onto the bedspread. How could she have endured having been eaten out and fucked without reaching her release? Kim had his chin pressed into his chest as he fixated on his own cock plunging between her eager folds and she moaned in anticipation of accepting his seed. As much as Cassie loved an orgasm, she loved the feeling of her lover as he gave her his load deep inside of her. His balls continued to smack off of her ass and she chanced scooping some of their shared sweat and fluids into two fingers and then tried pressing them against her asshole. To her amazement her puckered little font accepted them readily and in no time at all she had sunk those two fingers into her untested backdoor clear to the second knuckle. The feeling of a surging hard cock in her pussy and two fingers in her ass drove her over the edge and she was rewarded with a smaller orgasm than the one Kim had given her while he had been eating her cunt earlier. Her fingers never quit sliding into her butt and the sight drove Kim to fuck her all the harder and faster until every thrust felt as though he intended to split her in two. As she was about to black out from the combined pleasures and the pain of being so thoroughly fucked, Kim stiffened, slamming himself into her as deeply as possible, and then began to pour a load of semen into her that very quickly pooled and ran out and onto the bed beneath her still heaving ass. . . The four of them lay in repose. Having fallen apart after both men filled the girls with their cum. Stephanie was twirling some of her pubic hair between her fingers of one hand while with the other she was scooping out Martin's semen from her folds and sucking it off into her mouth to be swallowed. Cassandra was just content to lay there - two fingers still in her backside - and with her other hand teasing Kim back to a usable stiffness. The idea of taking two cocks inside of her was too much and she was eager to try something new for the first time. The weight on the bed shifted as Martin excused himself to use the bathroom and as he left, Cassie removed the fingers from her butt only in order to reach over and slide them into Stephanie's still weeping slit. . . Kim was flat on his back as Stephanie swung one leg over his pelvis and positioned herself so that her pussy was directly over his reinvigorated member. Cassandra had rolled over and sucked him into her mouth in order to return him to a usable condition and then Martin had returned from the bathroom to see the developing scene. It had been his idea to ask Stephanie for this and he had only taken a seconds pause when she had breathily agreed to it. Her eyes drifted close for a second as she allowed Kim to sink inside of her already fucked box. Thankfully, most of Martin's first load had already been scooped out and sent down her throat, so there was not much in the way of 'sloppy seconds.' She settled her weight atop him in a perfect 'Cow Girl' position and then leaned forward to grant Martin access to her ass. Once she had consented to being fucked like this his own penis had discovered a second life of its own and hardened as though it had not already showered her womb with a large load of his seed tonight. Cassie expedited matters by giving him a quick blowjob in order to ease his passage and then held her friends raised ass cheeks apart as the head of his wetted cock was guided between her cheeks and pressed home. Stephanie felt the wash of warm tears down her cheeks as Martin's cock was eased into her eager ass and then settled inside. She could feel both of the cocks inside of her as though they were both in her snatch and the feeling was intense to say the least. Holding perfectly still she allowed the two of them to find a rhythm that worked for them and they began fucking her in unison! The only thing that would have made this better would have been if it was Tim and, just maybe, Bruce doing her this honor and not just two random, available, cocks from her dormitory. Kim held her hips and thrust upward even as Martin had a hand on either ass cheek and was pushing into her at a downward angle, she groaned at being so filled but very badly needed to cum and hoped that this would do the trick. She had allowed other guys to fuck her ass, but had never taken two cocks at once and the sensations they were pulling out of her were unbelievable. "Stephanie," she heard a small voice asking somewhere off in the distance. Opening her eyes and squinting past the surging ecstasy just begging to build again within her, she was greeted with the sight of Cassandra sitting in front of her, legs spread-eagled, and with her slit begging to be eaten. Cassandra Cain had never thought before tonight that she would entertain allowing two men to use her as they were her friend. Nor had she ever thought about allowing another woman to perform oral sex on her. However, all social taboos aside she had been aroused by the sight of Batgirl being mounted by two men that were only determined to use her for their own sexual gratification. The enjoyment that Stephanie was getting from this was inconsequential to them entirely as they continued thrusting into her open holes. Now, here she sat, legs open, offering herself to her friend before she would allow what was being done to Stephanie to be repeated on her. Stephanie drew in the scent of Cassie and her body reacted. Suddenly the surging cock at her slit - as well as the one at her ass - only filled her with indescribable feelings of fulfillment and she began to move on her own in order to meet those eager thrusts and to draw her own orgasm out of herself if needs be. Her lips touched Cassandra's folds and her tongue was greeted by the sensation of warmth and wetness as well as the taste of her friend's arousal and the last, lingering, hints of Kim's cum as it sat inside of her. Hungrily, greedily, she lapped this up and Cassandra began to groan and thrust her mound against Stephanie's mouth and chin! Even as she began to find a new enjoyment in what she and her friend were doing, her long delayed orgasm crested within her womb and sent waves of pleasure surging through her body. With a warm slit at her mouth and a hard cock in both her other holes, Stephanie Brown was hard pressed to utter anything other than a guttural sound as those penises were pulled deep inside of her as her body made every possible effort to wring another orgasm out of each of them. . . Some minutes passed before she began to be able to focus again and Stephanie felt strangely empty as both Kim and Martin had slipped out of her while she was blacked out and had begun paying their attention to Cassandra. Her friend was lovingly stroking and sucking those dicks while the guys fingered her slit and lubed her asshole. This time things were reversed though and it was going to be Martin that was on the bottom - and therefore fucking Cassie's pussy - even while Kim was going too pierce her backdoor! Stephanie took Martin's penis in one hand. Savoring that it was still slick from her juices as well as Cassie's mouth. Her friend was already straddling him so it was no problem to angle him to penetrate her. Making certain that the angle of his head and shaft matched that of her pelvis, Cassie sat down, impaling herself on that glorious member and then aping her friend from before, leaning forward in order to present her ass to Kim. This time Stephanie sucked him into her mouth and tasted her own cunt, Cassandra's from earlier, and a mix of all of their previous orgasms that clung to his skin and the pubic hair covering his groin. It was a heady flavor and one which she was reluctant to let go until Cassie groaned and shook her upraised ass in anticipation. Stephanie angled him to the tiny opening and pressed the head against it. Kim surged forward and Cassandra cried out as the last vestiges of her virginity were stripped from her and two men began fucking her. Stephanie waited only a moment or two before scooting around to face her friend and watching as she relaxed and accepted the feeling of being so completely filled with hard dicks. Then she scooted closer and eased her own legs apart to reveal her own slit. She needn't have worried about getting Cassie's attention either. The other woman, sensing her presence, simply lowered her head into her exposed groin and began hungrily lapping at her slit even as she was continuing to be fucked. This was glorious! Cassandra had never felt so filled before. Anal sex hurt at first - as had vaginal penetration well before that - but soon the dull ache faded into a pleasure which was indescribable and she raised her ass and mound to meet each thrust as the guys grunted and pounded into her. As an added bonus she had the sweet nectar which was Stephanie's slit right in front of her and there was still enough of Martin's cum from earlier to thicken her juices and add something special to the taste. Cassie doubted that she was going to be able to manage yet another orgasm tonight but was content with what she had received and was prepared to allow her lovers to empty themselves into her. Kim, having already enjoyed her favors and then having fucked Stephanie's box, was the first to finish! She sensed the miniscule changes in his body even as he stiffened against her and warm jetting streamers of ejaculate began to fill her ass and then ooze out around his shaft which was still buried therein and trapped by her own muscular contractions. As the last contraction eased and then ceased she released him to fall away from her and then focused entirely on the dick still between her legs and the pussy in her mouth. Martin surged forward even as Kim shrank away and withdrew. Cassandra focused on the muscles lining the canal of the vagina and squeezed him until her groaned and was drawn into her and touched the neck of her womb. He was so deep, and touching places that had seldom been reached before, that her body tempted her with another orgasm but shied away before sending her over. Her lover grabbed her hips and cried out for the final time that night! His seed flowing into her to coat her womb as he continued thrusting against her mound and engorged clitoris. Again, her excellent physical control - something she had mastered before the age of eight - was used to squeeze and milk Martin dry until his shriveling member was through and slipped from between her lips as a drizzle of cum and vaginal fluids spilled onto the covers. Now there was only one other climax to concern herself with tonight. . . Stephanie thrashed and groaned as Cassandra's talented tongue found her clitoris and coaxed it into the open wherein she immediately pinned it down with the flat side of her tongue even as she pounded three fingers between her friends spread legs in a furious finger fucking that had her tits bouncing as though she were riding a hard cock and not the small hand of another woman! "Humph . . . Ahhh . . . Ohhh, shit, I'm going to cum!" Cried Stephanie Brown as another, even larger orgasm, poured through her and seemingly filled her entire body with feelings of the most sublime pleasure. The bed beneath her was wetted from it and Cassandra slowed her fingers and tongue until they were only lightly teasing her and keeping the waves of bliss building but never breaking. Before tonight, Stephanie never would have thought to find her release in the arms of another woman, but now there was one more, much deeper, level of connection which she shared with Cassandra Cain . . . Gotham Girls Pt. 09 All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work. ***** Consciousness returned slowly and Selina knew straight away that she was in deeper shit than usual. She should have taken Nightwing's advice and waited for Batman so that the three of them together could take down Two-Face. Instead she had cleaned herself up after letting the young hero fuck her and then hurried off to make a meet with her fence. The sale of the 'Eye of the Orient' emerald would have done wonders for the blighted East End of Gotham City but the former District Attorney had other plans for it and had carefully baited his trap. Now, here she was gagged and bound to a large roulette wheel in one of the more rundown casinos that had formerly belonged to Boss Maroni, and the criminal in question was admiring her prize as he paced the floor in front of her. "Welcome Ms. Kyle, the Double Down has not seen the like of you in a score of years," he said as his coin made slow arcs in the air before smacking back into his scarred left hand. "We would have loved to have let you meet with Mr. Finger, but what you did not know is that the 'Eye of the Orient' is really one piece of a set of matching jewels. Two jewels which we could not allow to slip away. . ." Selina continued testing her bonds and allowed Harvey to continue his monologue. If he had tied the knots himself then he had done a damn good job. If he had one of his toadying sycophants do it then the man was probably being grossly underpaid. There was no slack for her to work with and as her eyes began to focus again she could see her weapons and tools on the other side of the casino. Of course they had stripped her of those. "Don't waste your time, Bitch," snarled the other voice! That of Two-Face. "We took care of Finger and we are going to do the same with you." That damn coin continued its infuriating dance as he flipped it over and over again. "But, just maybe, we'll have some fun first." Not liking the sound of that Selina redoubled her efforts at working any slack into the ropes securing her to the wheel. . . The toss had not come out in the favor of Mr. Finger and Harvey had followed its dictate and gunned him down. As predicted, the Catwoman had arrived for the scheduled meet and he had watched from a safe vantage point as a dozen of his men had worked her over, beating her into unconsciousness, before dragging her to the casino and securing her to one of the gaming wheels. He had the gemstone that she had stolen from Maroni. The thought of that scum gave him pause as he reflected back on that morning in court and the phial of acid. With the other one secured in the safe in his office he was going to have a tidy little nest egg with which to rebuild his organization and finally be able to go to war with Boss Maroni. If the accursed Batman did not interfere again, then this time he would have the good fortune of killing the man that had ruined him. As to the question of the Catwoman, the coin would decide her fate, and they would see it done. . . The last toss had come up un-scarred. Harvey very much would have liked to have allowed his adversary to go free since it - the coin - had not demanded her death, but the other one wanted to exact some form of gratification from her. They had played this game before. Back when they had been being assisted by the twins, Sugar and Spice. But there had been something wrong with those two. Still, it had been too long for either of them. Grace. That had been her name. The last woman that had looked on him with any kind of compassion and with whom they had . . . Those thoughts were stirring memories and causing a physical 'reaction'. The coin would not allow them to kill her, but neither were they going to let her run free without being taught a lesson about what happened when you tried stealing from Two-Face. With that in mind he pulled one of his twin .45 automatics and approached the wheel to which his intended victim was trussed and unable to escape. "Lets' play a game, Bitch!" Snarled Two-Face as he pressed the barrel of the gun against Catwoman's forehead. "Language, Harv," she admonished him. "I am a lady after all." "Humph," he grunted. "You're a thief, but the coin wants you alive, for now. The only question being; what do we do with you then?" The coin made another leisurely flip through the air and landed in the outstretched palm of the unscarred hand of Harvey Dent. His one good eye opened in pleased surprise and the un-twisted side of his mouth stretched into a grin to match. . . The thin, spandex, material that comprised most of her costume was only reinforced in the joints and then armored over the vital parts of her body - to guard against gunshots and knives - what the armor did not cover was the more intimate parts. Two-Face did not have any problem then slitting open the crotch and peeling back the sides to reveal the black, lace, panties she had put on after getting out of the shower. Those he tore away and left her pussy exposed to the world. Catwoman normally did not mind being trussed up for sex, but when the one wanting to fuck her was one of her worst enemies, and a psychotic split-personality too boot, then she had a problem. Figure in that this was also more than likely going to be rape, and the problem became a very real one. "Do you have any idea what good lingerie costs these days," Selina tried baiting him to draw his attention away from her exposed sex and the slowing expanding bulge in the front of his slacks. The index finger of his scarred hand traced through the bush above her slit and she fought hard not to make a sound. The roughened scar tissue from his acid burns brought something new to being petted and caused her brain to think what else might feel different if this progressed any further. That curious finger then brushed to the top of her hooded clitoris and she had to bite down on her lip to keep from making a noise. Her body jerked against the bonds and Two-Face chuckled at her helplessness as he resumed allowing his finger to trace the line between her labia before drawing it to a pause at the opening to her vagina. "The kitty cat doesn't like it when we pet her?" The mockery in his gravel-like voice was grating on her ears and a thin bead of perspiration had formed on her forehead and dripped onto the rotting floorboards of the old casino. "This cat doesn't care for being touched by you," she tried filling the warning with as much vitriol and venom as she could but since she was unable to move, and unarmed, there was not a whole lot she could do. That one hovering finger then parted her folds and teased the edge of her opening. Selina, for all of her trying, could not resist arching her back as a slight mewling sound arose from inside of her chest. She had always liked foreplay and being fingered was one of her favorite parts. It almost always got her off, and a lot easier than having someone go down on her. Her body reacted of its own accord and she could smell her musk above the lingering mildew in the room and knew right away that she was already wet. Two-Face paused a moment and removed his finger from between her legs. He sniffed at it with the un-ruined side of his nose. Breathing her in and sighing with contentment. The swelling which had been stretching the front of his slacks seemed to have tapered off but his other hand rested there and Selina knew that he was hard. . . The knife came out again and this time it took a few extra minutes to slice away the parts of her costume that were covering her breasts and the flat plain of her stomach. Finally though, the material and under-armor parted and Two-Face was greeted with her perfectly formed and natural tits. "All the very best things in this world seem to come in pairs," he offered as he touched them in turn. Lightly. Teasing them until her nipples were hardened and Catwoman was left cursing her body under her breath as it continued to send the wrong signals to Two-Face. You might have thought that getting fucked by Nightwing earlier in the evening would have satiated her and prevented this humiliation, but such was not the case. Maybe she was just another she-cat in heat and could not ever get enough to please herself. His scarred fingers returned to the opening between her legs and lightly stroked her lips, teasing the millions of nerve endings there until she squirmed against the bonds and released one ragged breath. A sigh of pleasure. Albeit one that she did not surrender easily enough. Harvey's thumb pressed over her, still-hooded, clitoris as well. Rubbing in tight, controlled, circles until she felt it beginning to emerge. Interested in what was possibly going to happen to her - again. "Rape is illegal," she blurted. Selina was hoping to reach the part of Harvey Dent that was still a Gotham City District Attorney. Not the scarred and insane crime boss that reveled in harming others. "Not according to the coin," replied the former DA as he took the last measure of her and plunged those scarred and twisted digits between her legs and into her cunt in one swift motion! Selina cried out as he hooked them and raked the rough and uneven nails over her g-spot. Her slit was absolutely gushing her juice as Two-Face finger fucked her with one hand and kept that pistol leveled at her with the other. She groaned and her hips twitched as much as the ropes restraining her would allow as she shamelessly humped the hand that was thrust between her legs. His thumb pressed against her emerging clitoris and she rocked her head back, banging it off of the wheel to which she was securely bound. "Ahhhh," she sang out. Riding those fingers as the pleasure - however unwelcome - was wrung from within her against her will. She was only vaguely aware of the wheel beginning to turn then as Harvey continued fucking her hungry little slit with that strong, scarred, hand. He did not stop turning it until she was upside down and her face was even with the bulging crotch of his two-patterned suit slacks. . . Normally, Selina could proudly say that she did enjoy sucking dick. The texture, the feel of a man surrendering to her, the absolute trust they had to put in her, it was very arousing. Doing so in a bondage situation - when done right - was also a turn on. Strapped to a dilapidated gambler's wheel with a gun held on you, well, not so much. At least Harvey had been spared any damage to his manhood in the unfortunate accident that had turned him into Two-Face. His stiff member was slightly larger than what she would consider average. Covered in thick veins encircling his shaft, and with a heavy scrotum dangling to complete the picture. "Nice," she had said dryly between breaths as he had continued fingering her as the wheel had turned, lowering her head into the position from which she could give him head. "Good kitties don't bite," he only half-snarled. The hammer cocking back on the nickel-plated .45 only brought home the seriousness of Catwoman's position. With no other choice she nodded her assent and Two-Face resumed fingering her slit. Selina's first taste was of clean and salty skin. Thank God he at least washed regularly enough. The tip of her tongue extended from her mouth as she teasingly licked the slit in the top of the mushroomed head. Harvey breathed in at the sensation but never eased back on sliding his fingers between the folds of her pussy. He pushed his hips forward and, without needing to be told, she opened her mouth and took him inside. Since everything was reversed from how she normally liked to suck a penis, her tongue had to wrap around the shaft from the top and then around to the thick vein running up the underside. From there it was nothing to relax her jaw enough to allow Two-Face to start fucking her mouth. . . Harvey 'Two-Face' Dent had not enjoyed a woman in too long! His fingers were sticky from her secretions, which he smeared around the puffy outer lips of her cunt. The small tuft of black pubic hair on her mound was also slicked down as he withdrew his hand to focus for a second as he used her mouth. Selina Kyle had skills. Of that there was no point in arguing. He had already sliced apart all of her costume that he wanted out of the way. Baring her sweet tits, the flat of her stomach, and the sweet spot that was between her legs. He ripped the thin material more, exposing more of her flesh. Including the underside of both of her sweet little ass cheeks. He had not been off the mark when he had said that the best things in life came in two's. "Ahhh," he breathed aloud as he continued thrusting his cock into her mouth. Touching the back of her throat each time. Returning to the focus of his own attentions he eased apart those sweet lips to expose her inner folds and then used his own tongue on her! Catwoman's body convulsed as he first passed the roughened, scarred, edge of his tongue down from where her clit was sheathed and to the very edge of her opening. Then he did the same with the un-scarred side. The intact taste buds told him that she was clean, sweet, and tasted, lightly, of citrus fruit. He moistened one of his fingers at her slit and pressed it to the tiny pucker of her asshole as he continued relishing eating her steaming box. For her part, Catwoman only made contented moaning sounds around her mouthful of cock as his tongue and finger continued abusing her slit and now her ass. . . Harvey gave no warning of his impending orgasm. One moment Catwoman was hungrily and greedily sucking on his thrusting cock. Allowing him to shamelessly fuck her face. The next he was shooting thick, gooey, streams of warm cum across the roof of her mouth, her tongue, and at the very top of her throat. Selina could not swallow fast enough to keep pace and only managed to drink down about half of what he offered her. Still, considering how large a load it had been she was pleased that she had managed even that much. Strangely enough Two-Face did not soften or shrink from between her lips and left his, still-hard, member in her mouth as he continued eating her sweet quim. He had a talented tongue and even with a mouth still packed with a hard cock, Selina made purring and mewling noises as he focused the flat of his tongue on her clitoris while pushing one finger into the confining tightness of her asshole. Well, at least he was consistent, she thought. Using both of her holes down there. "Ahhh," she groaned. "Mmmm . . . Yes," she purred. "Eat my pussy . . . Ohhhh!" Her last mumbled encouragements were slurred as a sudden orgasm swept through her thanks to that talented tongue! Her body went rigid in the ropes which were restraining her and her hips only bucked in small circles in her usual attempt to get more of that delicious tongue to touch all of her favorite spots. Two-Face was spearing her hole with his tongue and thrusting two fingers into her ass as she peaked, and it was every bit as good as the orgasm she had gotten from Nightwing earlier in the evening. She came back down, panting, and trying to clear the cotton from her mind. Again, she was only vaguely aware of the cock leaving her mouth as the wheel was righted again and she opened her eyes to look into the twisted, split, visage of Two-Face. The shredding of her costume was really unnecessary as all the vital parts were already exposed. Besides, didn't anyone really understand what these things cost? It wasn't as though she could just skip over to a department store and buy them off the rack by the dozen. Two-Face flipped his coin again as he stood in front of her and then looked down as it landed in his palm. Stepping closer, Catwoman became immediately aware of the head of his cock touching between her legs. So, tying her up on this wheel, and at this height, had not been coincidence after all. "Mmmm," she bit down on her lower lip again as he pressed that bulbous head between the swollen lips of her cunt and into her. He only rested a second before he began thrusting into her! His two hands went behind and underneath her to clasp her lower ass cheeks as he pushed inches of himself into her until she breathed a contented sigh. Even as he was finding the right tempo his fingers returned to the pucker of her backdoor and she relaxed enough to allow him inside of her there as well. With both of her holes being filled Catwoman surrendered to her situation - convinced that Harvey was not going to kill her - and decided that she might as well enjoy this for what it was worth. . . She did not know how long she had been tied to the wheel. Nor could Catwoman guess at just how long Two-Face had been fucking her. Suffice to say that between Nightwing and himself, her pussy was a little tender and she was getting to the point that she just wished he would reach orgasm again and then either kill her or let her go. It felt great. Of that there was no doubt. But after the twenty minute mark you start thinking that stamina is only a gift when you are not getting laid on a regular basis. Plus, while he had lubricated the two fingers he had stuffed into her asshole when he had started fucking her, that had since dried, and she was beginning to chaff. "Ahhh," he breathed against the side of her neck as he continued thrusting between her legs. His thrusting began to feel a little irregular and a flushing on the un-scarred side of his neck told her that the ordeal might be drawing to a close, at last. Two-Face grunted and pressed himself deep inside of her, touching off against things that he had not reached before. Her eyes shot open and the fingers he had pressed into her ass were pulled in deeper still as those muscles contracted around them. Catwoman's second, sudden, orgasm was small to be sure, but she hung her head and panted through the waves of pleasure assailing her mind and body even as Harvey continued thrusting at the tender font that was her contracting and weeping cunt. She was not yet finished with her own release when he stiffened between her legs and she felt the welcome release of his seed as it flooded up from his balls to paint the inner walls of her sex with its sticky, white, fluids. Two-Face only continued rubbing against her until he was finished emptying his balls completely and shrank from inside of her. He steadied himself on the wooden frame of the wheel and held it together long enough to tuck himself away. . . She must have passed out again after Two-Face had left the room. At least he had not killed her. Her eyes fluttered open and she discovered that she was in the front seat of a custom car that was tear-assing through the very outskirts of Gotham City on winding roads that she did not know about. Behind the wheel sat the grim and brooding visage of the Batman. He had removed his heavy scalloped cape and draped it over her partially naked body. Her weapons were on the floor at her feet. "Nice ride," she offered. "Taking me to jail?" "Not tonight Selina." His using her real name opened the door for her too. "Having good old Alfred patch me up and then letting me sleep it off at the mansion?" Her tone was going for teasing but only made it as far as grateful. Knowing that Bruce Wayne was really the Batman came in handy sometimes. Especially on those occasions like tonight when she got herself into a jam and needed some help. "At least until Two-Face is off the streets again," Bruce snarled. He never broke character when he was in the cowl. Never. She began to ponder all of the opportunities that staying on the palatial estate of billionaire, philanthropist, playboy, Bruce Wayne could present to her if she played her cards right. Sitting back in the warming leather seats of the Batmobile she watched as the rolling countryside passed on one side, and the back lit, Gothic, towers of Gotham City on the other. Yes. Her little run in with the former District Attorney might have paid off more dividends than she had first thought. . . Gotham Girls Pt. 10 All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work. ***** Barbara Gordon reclined on the mountain of pillows on Bruce's bed and hungrily fingered her pussy. Two of her digits where buried in her slit to the third knuckle and those, along with most of her hand, was sticky with her own juices. Still, despite her efforts, orgasm refused to come and she finally relaxed and brought her hips back down until her shapely ass was back on the mattress. With a heavy and exasperated sigh she removed her hand from between her legs and gently began to suck and lick it clean. It would not do to go around the mansion and the grounds with a hand smelling of sex. Finally, she kicked off the bottoms of her pajamas, as well as her moistened panties, and padded bare foot toward the mammoth shower in Bruce's private bath. "It's all her fault," she sulked and lashed out with her other hand at the door frame and smiled as the wood splintered. Maybe the shower would help her forget about Selina Kyle being in the mansion, or Batman's preoccupation with the simmering gang war between Boss Maroni and Two-Face. Selina had been watching the little red headed piece of jail bait through a crack between the double doors of the master bedroom. The sight of those soft young hips and that tight little muff trying to get one off had gotten her own body responding in ways that she had begun to think never could happen again after what Two-Face had subjected her too. Most of that night had been a blur as her mind tried to block out the memory of her coerced sex with a gun-wielding madman. Being brought back to the Batcave and given a thorough exam by the competent and professional Alfred Pennyworth had revealed that no permanent damage had been done and that there was little likelihood of her having been gotten pregnant for her ordeal. Selina had not cared for the way that the two men had bandied about the word 'rape', because it implied that she had been victimized. Having been installed in a suite of rooms here in the Wayne Mansion under a sort of loose house arrest had been the worst part. As Catwoman she was used to going where she wanted and doing what, and whoever, she wanted. Now all she had to do to occupy her mind was watch Bruce Wayne's little piece of ass trying to rub one off, or take another walk around the grounds. It was enough to drive her very nearly insane. Although fantasizing about finally landing in the sack with her hero-crush was beginning to come in as a third option. Maybe she and the little red head could make some fun of their own and get Bruce out of that damned cave below the house and into one - or both - of theirs. . . Bruce Wayne, aka Batman, was indeed brooding down in his high tech hideout looking for a pattern to emerge in the war that was building between Maroni and Harvey Dent. He had taken Selina Kyle under his protection because the whole East End of Gotham was fast becoming a war zone and she was not up to protecting the people by herself. Not when you considered that Maroni and Dent were prepared to burn down the entire area in their attempts to kill one another. Dent had already captured and raped Selina. The only thing that had spared her a bullet had been the toss of a 'lucky' coin. Literally. As a result of that he had been making several alterations to the Catwoman's apartment / lair, as well as upgrading her costume and fashioning her some tools and new weapons to help her out. He did not intend to keep her here forever. He could not afford to. Barbara was already acting put out by another woman being under the same roof with the two of them. Not to mention the simmering sexual tension around Selina which made some little piece of him want to just fuck the shit out of her. . . The shower had felt great and loosened her up. Barbara toweled off until her skin was warm and dry and then thought about opening the curtains in the master bedroom and lying out across the bed in nothing but her skin and enjoying the warm sun. Maybe, her body would cooperate this time and give her the orgasm she needed. If she decided to try and masturbate again. Looking down the length of her body she noticed that her pubic hair could do with a trimming - a lot of girls were grooming it up nowadays - and she reached above the sink for a small pair of scissors she kept there. Her roommate at college had once confessed, after a couple too many beers, that hers was as bald as the day she was born, and that her boyfriend could not seem to get enough of eating it, or fucking it. Somehow though, Barbara doubted very much that Bruce Wayne was going to jump at the chance to fuck someone that barely looked older than a twelve year old if he found her sprawled out across his bed and willing to give it up. After all, her tits had never gotten any bigger after she had turned fifteen and with a shaven pussy it would look as though she were not but a girl going through puberty. Walking out into the bedroom after cleaning up the small pile of hair she had made, Barbara fell across the bed and closed her eyes. Her hand was already pinned underneath her and, knowing that she still needed a release, her fingers found her slit and began moving of their own accord. Selina was hiding behind the same dressing screen that Barbara had concealed herself behind when she had first appeared and begun having sex with Bruce. Sure, there had only been the one time - so far - but Selina could not have known that and she watched as the younger woman began masturbating again. "Shit," she whispered to herself. "This one has got it bad." A small bag lay open at her feet. Inside it were a few things she used on herself to let off steam when she needed to. It wasn't like Holly was around anymore to help her with that when she needed it. Maybe she could help Bruce's little girlfriend and then the two of them could focus on him. Deciding on a course of action, Selina grabbed up the bag as she rounded the screen and crossed the room, silently, toward that bed and the girl that was upon it. Barbara felt the bed shift but neither stopped what she was doing, nor bothered to open her eyes. She did not care if Bruce caught her jerking off! It was not as though he were making a conscious effort to please her and address her physical needs since he had taken in Selina Kyle. Besides, the first small stirrings of orgasm had begun building somewhere deep inside of her and she needed her release. "Do not roll over and do not open your eyes." Came a woman's voice from somewhere over her shoulder. Barbara froze and stiffened up. What was she doing in the room? She had two fingers back in her vagina and had been grinding her mount against her hand. Sometimes doing this while flat on her stomach with a hand trapped between her legs was the surest way of getting off. "Just relax. If I had wanted to hurt you I would have already done so. Probably while you were in the bathroom trimming your bush." Selina chuckled at letting the girl know just how long she had been being watched and her obvious consternation at the idea that her shower, and her earlier attempts to get off might have been seen as well. "Nice job, by the way. Red is not one of my favorite colors, but you bring it off well." Barbara slowly removed her hand from between her legs and shifted enough that it was no longer trapped underneath her body. Sadly enough her own orgasm had dried up at the sound of Selina's voice and she had the strange feeling that she was not going to get off any time today. That realization only made her moodier and she found herself wanting to hit something. She rolled over in a flash, opening her eyes and aiming a fist for the sound of that tormenting voice! When she hit nothing but air, she was disappointed. Selina had rolled completely off of the bed and was sitting in a deep crouch and ready to retaliate. "Someone does not know how to take direction," she pouted. "All I wanted to do was help you out." Barbara saw the small bag then and recognized some of the toys that were inside of it. She had never done anything with those sorts of things and had developed a disdain for young women that could not manage to pleasure themselves without using them. Her fingers and her imagination had been good enough since she was fourteen. Still. She would have been lying to herself if she had not admitted to being even the smallest bit curious about the 'other' lifestyle. She was in college after all. And being a major in library and computer sciences meant that most of her classes were filled with the lass than glamorous sort of girls that might have been willing to try it - if they were not already lesbians. "I've never . . . not with those anyway. And never with another woman," Barbara confessed and felt the warmth of a deep blush spreading from her cheeks clear down to the red tuft of hair above her pussy. "Then, let us try this again," Selina said in a soft and seductive tone. "Roll back over, Close your eyes, and do not move." Barbara felt her body responding to that tone and her own piqued curiosity at how this was going to finish? She only hoped that the older woman did not expect her to . . . She decided not to focus on any negatives and just try to relax and take this as another learning experience. That was part of the reason she had talked herself into doing what she had with Bruce already. Trying to gain more experience and make herself a better woman, and lover, in the process. Besides, she rationalized as she rolled back over onto her stomach and parted her legs slightly, if she did not enjoy it then she never had to admit to having done it, nor ever do it again. . . Selina savored the warmth trickling out from between Barbara's legs as she gently parted her labia with two fingers and began massaging her inner folds and lips. The younger woman groaned into the mattress but neither moved nor opened her eyes. Selina used her other hand to rub lightly over the gently rising swell of her tight little ass and found herself wondering - not aloud - if anyone had ever played back here before. Her teasing fingers easily found the opening to her vagina and rubbed over it, exciting the millions of nerve endings located there. Just like doing the same to the head of a man's penis, Barbara twitched her hips and moaned a little longer and louder at her fleeting touch. Digging into the small bag of tricks she had on the bed, Selina removed an egg-shaped device attached to a thumb control by a thin wire. It was one of her favorite vibrators and she, very badly, wanted to introduce it to Barbara. Warming it between her hands and blowing on it, she then lowered it between the other woman's slightly parted legs. "A little wider dear," Selina said and tapped the inside of her thighs. Barbara did not say a word and did as she was asked. Parting her legs wide enough for oral sex - if that was what Selina had in mind - or whatever it was she was planning. The 'egg' was pressed against her opening and Barbara tried her best to remain relaxed and not to recoil as the foreign object was gently, and slowly, inserted inside of her sex. It did not hurt and since it was smooth it went in like the head of a penis. It did not stretch her either so there was none of the momentary discomfort of being opened up. She felt herself closing around whatever it was that Selina had slipped inside of her and then jumped as the slight buzzing began inside of her! "Holy shit!" Barbara gasped. "All the pleasure of being opened and filled, and without the messy clean up in the end," Selina chuckled. "I have it lodged against your g-spot, so this is probably going to get a little intense." She cautioned. Barbara's hips twitched and jumped the longer that the vibrator was inside of her, and she, very quickly, found her former attitude to be unfounded and silly. She was being given some of the most sublime pleasure she had ever enjoyed and she had been getting herself off on a regular basis for almost seven years. "Mmmm," she moaned. "More." Barbara heard herself begging. Selina removed a small, completely smoothed, dildo - no more than three inches long - with a flared base and paused from ministering to Barbara Gordon's tight little twat long enough to lube it up. After all, she had just begged for more. Pressing the head against the puckered font of her, obviously, unused ass, Selina applied a little pressure and smiled as the younger woman opened up and took half of it before she even realized what was being done to her! Barbara balled the covers in her fists at the sensation of having her holes used and Selina sank in the last half until the base prevented it from going any further. So as not to make things too uncomfortable, she also turned up the vibrator in Barbara's pussy so the buzzing became a steady, thrumming, pulse. "Ohhhhhh," breathed Barbara as the sensations filled her and her mounting orgasm built with a sudden fury. Threatening to spill over and consume her utterly. Selina then went in for the finish and eased her own hand underneath of Barbara's shifting hips and pressed her long, graceful, fingers against the swollen bud that was her clitoris. With her g-spot being stimulated and her first anal penetration, Barbara groaned as those sweet fingers found her button and applied consistent pressure in time with the pulsing of the 'egg' in her pussy. Selina savored the warmth and wetness of her new friend. Thinking back to many a lonely night when it had been only she and Holly in that squalid apartment in the East End when they had been turning tricks for a living and these distractions were the only way to forget the sweaty Johns that were paying to cheat on their wives with her, or taking Holly because she had the misfortune of looking a lot younger than she actually was, and they harbored some pedophilic tendencies. . . There had been no other escape. None before the Batman had started cleaning up the city and had given her the inspiration for becoming the Catwoman . . . Barbara came, whimpering, moaning, and biting down on her bottom lip until she tasted blood as the plethora of sensations ripped through her and the fingers of Selina Kyle never quit working at her. She had never once paused to think that such release could be had from the touch of another woman. This new knowledge opened her up to other possibilities even as her cunt soaked Selina's hand and the covers beneath her and she slipped into unconsciousness on clouds of the most perfect bliss. . . She awakened only a few seconds later but it had been long enough that Selina Kyle had already removed the toys that the two of them had used. She had cleaned them and was slipping them back into the bag on the bed. Barbara noticed that the other woman had stripped off her denim shorts and top so that she was only in her bra and panties. "You're going to need another shower," she offered. Even as Barbara became aware of the sticky mess she had made of her own upper thighs. To say nothing of Selina's hand and the bed clothes. "While we are in there, maybe you can think of some way to repay my kindness?" The older woman then helped her to stand as she slipped off her own underwear and turned them both in the direction of the bathroom. Gotham Girls Pt. 11 All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work. ***** Batman landed gracefully on the roof above the, abandoned, Double Down casino as Commissioner Gordon and his Special Tactics Team escorted Harvey Dent - aka Two-Face - and Boss Salvatore Maroni into the waiting wagons along with most of their respective gangs. Sure, the net had not gotten everybody, but at least the major players were accounted for and that meant that the smaller fish would be looking to join up with another boss in order to continue earning. Or lying low until the heat from the 'war' blew over and things got back to normal. Or at least as normal as they ever were in Gotham City's notorious East End neighborhoods. Batgirl - aka Barbara Gordon - landed on the same roof top a fraction of a second behind 'the Boss' and turned in order to look down on the tableau unfolding in the streets below. "Good night to be cop," she offered as she dashed off a jaunty salute toward Gotham's finest as the last of the hoods were loaded and then the vehicles began to disperse with sirens wailing and lights flashing. "Equally good night to be a crime fighter as well," offered Batman with an uncharacteristic smile. He never smiled when he was in the 'suit'. Never. He turned toward the third member of their party. Catwoman had worked back-up on the bust and had slipped off before the GCPD showed up to take out the garbage. She was grinning from ear to ear as she watched her nemesis being hauled away and knowing that this meant her extended stay as a guest at Wayne Manor was drawing to a close. "We'll escort Catwoman home and then call it a night ourselves," he offered before firing off a grappling line and keying for the Batmobile to follow the GPS trackers built into each of their suits. Batman paused outside of the secured entry that Catwoman used to access the building from the roof. He halted the feline femme fatale with a raised arm as she made a beeline for home and all the comforts therein. "Not so fast," he cautioned. >>>>>SCANNING Intoned an automated voice as a light passed over the three costumed vigilantes. "What the hell?" Selina was startled. There were a series of clicks as the newly installed automated defenses were deactivated and the path to the windows leading into the apartment were suddenly accessible. Selina crawling inside and froze even as the two Bats joined her just inside the window. She peered around cautiously but when she was not immolated upon taking the first few tentative steps she figured it was safe to start walking around. It was nice to be home at last. It would be equally nice to get out of the costume she was wearing. Selina was just lucky that Batman had saved one of her older costumes from back in the day and that she had had anything to wear out tonight. "You'll find a container in the bedroom that is linked to your biometric signatures, Selina. There is a secure room behind the north wall where the container goes and there you will also find some other, basic, improvements to your equipment and set-up. I don't want a repeat of what happened with Harvey. The East End cannot afford to lose your protection because some madman gets lucky," offered 'the Bat' as he held out a hand and dropped a palm sized control unit into her outstretched palm. Selina had been impressed enough with the security scanner, but apparently there was more. Before she could really thank her benefactor - something that was going to involve getting out of the costume altogether - he and the other 'bat' were back out the window and gone. . . Back out on the roof, Barbara hugged herself against the chill of autumn as it was sliding into winter. Her mind drifting back to an early morning romp with Bruce that had truly served as the beginning of her sexual education, and then to another interlude. One while Selina Kyle had been another guest at Wayne Manor. That one had begun to open her eyes to the pleasures that could be shared between two willing, and open-minded, women. Just thinking about either one of them was enough to start warming the panties she was wearing underneath the layers of armor and Nomex treated Kevlar she was wearing. It also raised her heart rate to the point that it triggered the alarm inside her cowl. Which meant . . . "Your pulse is accelerated," Whispered Batman in her ear as he came up behind her and encircled her in his arms. Barbara sank into that welcome strength and molded her body to the curve of his. It had been too long since the two of them had shared one another and she was not entirely sure if she could wait until they made it back to the Bat Cave before jumping his bones. "I love being a part of all this," Batgirl gestured to her costume and the whole skyline of Gotham City. "But the monitoring gear in this get up can be a little intrusive sometimes." She teased. "Hmm," said Batman as he turned her around and pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss. The two of them broke apart after what felt to her like an eternity and there was no denying it. Tonight she was going to get her wish to come true. To hell with having sex with 'the Mask'. There were too many anonymous young women that could claim to have shared the bed of Bruce Wayne. Tonight she was going to fuck the Batman! Reaching to her utility belt, Barbara thumbed the release and the bulky thing clicked and slipped down around her ankles as she continued pressing herself against his chest. "Barbara, what are you doing," he asked as she thumbed the release for her costume at the collar, just beneath her cowl. "No, no, no," she said. Tapping his chest with one small hand. "No 'Barbara' here, just one, horny, little Batgirl." At that point she began sliding the leggings of her costume down so that she could get to her, now thoroughly drenched, panties underneath and slip a finger into herself. She was going to need something to hold her off while Batman got his own costume out of the way enough so that he could take care of his partner. . . Batgirl's muff was warm, wet, and welcoming as Batman went mouth first into it. She had her legs draped over his shoulders, and since the leggings of her costume were only down past her knees she was hung up by those as well. Batman had picked her up and turned her upside down as he had worked his own costume out of the way so that she could suck his dick while he snacked at her snatch. The pointed ears of her cowl hurt where she had them pressed into his naked thighs, but that momentary discomfort was worth it as her warm lips and wet mouth enveloped his surging member and took him all the way to the back of her throat. "Oh yeah," he groaned even as her head began moving so that her mouth slipped up and down his length. After a few seconds she came off of him for air and with a "tut" noise, reminding him that he was neglecting her own needs. Without needing a second reminder he returned to the task at hand and slipped his tongue between her lips until it encountered the reclusive bud of her clitoris and he sucked that - hood and all - into his mouth and pressed it between his lips. Flicking it with the tip of his tongue several times until Batgirl stopped, raised her mouth off of him, and groaned as she beat her gauntleted hands against the bunching muscles in his thighs. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She repeated as the waves of bliss surged from her 'bud' and swept through her. Batgirl's thigh muscles were convulsing around his ears and Batman knew that he was hitting all the right spots. "Ahhh . . . Sweet Christ, eat my pussy." She begged a second later before going back down on him and returning to administering a world class blowjob. Fucking Barbara as Batgirl was always a huge turn on for him - even though there had only been the one time - but it was not long before Batman felt the semen pooling in his balls and pressed into Batgirl's mouth, holding himself there by holding the back of her head as he began feeding her a hot load of sticky cum! Streaming jet after jet rocketed into her waiting mouth but, even hanging upside down, she drank everything that he had to offer until his legs threatened to give out and Batman was forced to take her cunt out of his mouth and set her back down on her feet. "Yummy," she teased him as her little pink tongue slipped out to take in the last streamer of his seed as it was dangling off her lower lip and chin. Batgirl shamelessly rubbed at her, well-eaten, pussy and even returned one gloved finger to her slit so she could press against her own clitoris. She walked a few paces away to one of the old chimney stacks atop the building, leaned against it, and opened her legs as far as her state of undress would allow. Treating Batman to the sight of those lithe young digits ploughing her own slit as she continued panting and grinding the mound of her crotch against her hand. "Bet you cannot guess what I want," she asked him? "I think that I have a pretty good idea already," Batman returned. Even having just fucked her mouth and, having blown a sizable load, he was back at 'half-mast', his own hand sliding along the length of his saliva-soaked cock while the other one cupped his ponderous scrotum and gently rolled his own balls. . . Batgirl removed her hand from between her legs, turned around, and leaned against the chimney. 'Assuming the position', as it were. Arms slightly elevated and bracing her body, while her legs were spread as wide as they could go. All but offering Batman her hot little box to keep his penis warm in. Her breathing was erratic and she desperately needed her orgasm. Having hoped for one from his talented tongue only to be disappointed when, instead, she had gotten a mouthful of his sweet cum. Batman stepped up behind her and pressed himself against her tender mound. Something that drew a long and breathy moan from somewhere deep inside of her. She pressed back against his rising erection, ready for him to fuck her. . . Her arms shook with every thrust and his balls smacked off of her swollen cunt lips and exposed clitoris as Batman felt as though he were trying to jab his cock through her instead of into her. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she relished being so filled by that, wrist-thick, length of penis that the pain of his thrusts blended nicely with the sweet pleasure that was building in her womb as her orgasm approached. "Ahhhh," Batgirl cried out as his thrust touched the bottom of her and hammered her cervix. Without enough air in her lungs to speak she was reduced to bestial grunting noises and exclamations as Batman continued using her body for pleasure and release. Batgirl could feel her ass cheeks dancing with every impact and knew what an inviting target those made. Selina had introduced her to the joy to be experienced from multiple penetrations. "Huh . . . Huh . . . Huh," she panted. "Please . . . uhhn . . . Fuck my ass too!" Batman wetted one finger at her sopping slit and paused in his grunge-fuck of her pussy long enough to push that into her asshole until he felt her tighten up around it. With that finger seated in her backdoor he was only too happy to return to fucking Batgirl's box. His thrusts then came with more urgency as he hammered at her in every effort to bring her to orgasm before he could cum again. It was going to be a race though since he could already feel the beginning of a second load building inside his balls. . . The twinned sensations! Batman's penis inside of her to the hilt and with just one of those long, strong, fingers buried in her tender young ass, Batgirl felt the last rush of her building orgasm before it flooded through her and she was carried away by the pleasures now assailing her mind and her body. A sudden wetness almost startled her out of it though as her entire crotch, upper thighs, and the lower edge of her ass cheeks became sticky! "Huh . . . Uhhn . . . What the fuck?" She managed to gasp around those waves of divine contentment before slipping back into her orgasm and allowing it to ride her body as easily as Batman had fucked it. For his part, Batman never stopped thrusting at her wet and welcoming little font. Even as she was squirting her orgasm against his cock and the bulge of his crotch he never quit and even as she was still riding those waves his own balls tightened up and began spewing his second load of the evening into her sopping slit! Batgirl groaned anew at the added feeling of his own cum jetting inside of her as she continued her own orgasm. At last though, her body relaxed and Batman was soft enough to slip out of her. The two of them slumped down on the rooftop to recuperate from the night's exertions. It was only just then that the two vigilantes became aware of the third party on the roof with them. Catwoman was sitting ten feet away. Propped up on yet another of those chimney stacks. Golf clapping to the voyeur's paradise she had just been treated too. Her own legs were spread and she had torn away the crotch of the old costume she had been wearing tonight, feverishly finger-fucking her own pussy, as she had watched her two partners fucking one another's brains out on her very own rooftop. "Marvelous," she groaned as her own, much smaller, orgasm sped through her. "What do I have to do in order to get invited to this party," she purred? Gotham Girls Pt. 12 All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work. ***** Batgirl groaned as her thighs trembled, her body threatening another orgasm, as Catwoman buried her face in the young crime fighter's eager muff and greedily tongued Batman's load out of her dripping cunt. The fact that the femme fatale was also getting mouths full of Batgirl's last orgasm was not lost on her and she made pleasing sounds as she swallowed the, still-warm, mess as it ran out of her. Catwoman could not resist and even teased her sensitive clitoris with a few strokes of her tongue. The last time she had been this close to Batgirl's twat neither of them had been in costume and the only things that had been used were fingers and a few select toys. Having watched Batman just fuck the shit out of that tight little, red-haired, muff had made her cum a stream of her own and when Batgirl had not objected to her attentions, well, the night only ended up getting better! Batman looked on as his junior partner partied with someone that was not - technically speaking - a villain, and one of his adversaries that raised his blood pressure at the same time that she stiffened his cock. Many times had he thought of crossing that line and just giving in, fucking Selina Kyle would answer a lot of questions for the both of them and might serve to ease some of that sexual tension which comprised most of their meetings with one another. Now, there she was, flat on her back with her legs spread as Batgirl sat on her face and allowed the other woman to eat her pussy. His partner had her hands filled with Catwoman's heaving tits and the cat burglar was fingering at her clitoris and her slit so that could only mean that she was still aroused from having masturbated while watching as he had fucked Batgirl to a very wet orgasm a few moments earlier. Catwoman devoured the load of juices and cum running out of Batgirl and feverishly fingered her own pussy! She desperately wanted a hard cock between her legs but her go-to guy, Finger, had been offed by Harvey Dent prior to coercing sex out of her at gunpoint. There were no other men she trusted to do her right and only one that she really wanted anyway. She had wanted to drag the Dark Knight into her bed for years. She thought that it might have happened once he had shared his secret identity with her, but it had not. Selina had prayed for it the entire time she had been a 'guest' at Wayne Manor but aside from her little time with Barbara Gordon, had not gotten anywhere there either. Coming home tonight - with Two-Face going back to prison - had been a welcome homecoming. The 'upgrades' the Batman had made to her apartment / lair while she had been his guest had been sweet. To say nothing of expensive. They were not intrusive and everything was 'out of sight' in case she had visitors, but it was going to step up her game by a thousand percent and make her protection of the East End a lot more effective. She had come up onto the roof to see if the two 'Bats' had flown home yet and, instead, had found them fucking like a high school prom couple. The sight of them going at it - still in costume for that matter - had been too much for her sex starved quim so she had sat and rubbed one out while enjoying her free show. "Ahhhh . . . Uhhhh . . . Uhhn!" Groaned Batgirl as Catwoman was treated to a wash of warmth and a renewed wetness between the younger woman's legs as she reached another orgasm. Her tongue never quit moving though and she was only moderately surprised then when she felt two strong hands easing her legs apart a little wider and then pulling her own sopping fingers out from between her folds. Her eyes rolled back in her skull as the first touch of tongue against her labia sent her into indescribable waves of bliss and the Batman began eating her out with an intensity that she had never experienced from any other man. Batgirl watched through the waves of orgasmic bliss as Batman lowered himself between Catwoman's legs and began devouring her quim. She had felt the tension between the two of them the entire time that she had been staying at Wayne Manor and it had almost driven her nuts with jealousy. Bruce Wayne was 'the Mask'. The public, day to day, face of the Batman. She could deal with other women fucking him. It was part of the disguise. Batman though? That had been her fantasy since before she had first donned cape and cowl and been brought into the fold. Only recently had the two of them made their relationship a physical one and it had opened Batgirl's eyes to the possibilities of what she could learn and do with her own body. She knew she should be furious with what she was seeing, but Selina was taking care of her in the most delicious and sublime ways imaginable and Batgirl was learning very quickly that she did not care - man or woman, it made no difference - who was eating her out. So long as they were good at it. Batman savored the tart taste of Catwoman's pussy and was surprised to learn that it did not taste that much different than Batgirl's. Excepting that his junior partner was tighter, less sexually experienced, and needed some gentler handling, the two women tasted - and probably fucked - in similar fashions. It was a theory that his reinvigorated hard on was anxious to test but he was determined to have an orgasm out of Catwoman before he stuffed her full of cock right in front of Batgirl. Though really, she did not have much to complain about. He had fucked her to a wet orgasm and Catwoman had eaten her to another. The fact that she still had a hungry mouth on her mound and fingers at her openings should have kept her pleased regardless of how many other vaginas he might want to fuck before the night was over. Diving back between those puffy outer lips his tongue dragged an even longer exclamation of joy out of Selina than it had Batgirl! He opened her completely up then and plunged his tongue into her opening until she bucked her hips under his weight and almost knocked Batgirl off of her mouth. "Ahhhhhh," she thrashed and groaned as Batman mauled her swollen clit using only his top lip while he pushed his tongue as far inside as her body was willing to let him go. Batman almost had to resort to pinning her down. Instead he used the opportunity of her ass rising off the rooftop to slick up a finger with his own saliva and then pushed that between the taught cheeks of her heaving ass. Catwoman's eyes shot open and she moaned around the mouthful of Batgirl's, still wet, pussy as her own vagina and her ass were assailed and gave rise to feelings she had not experienced in years. They were so intense that her cunt began to spasm as that glorious tongue buried itself anew between her folds and the one finger probing her backdoor very quickly became three and those began to shamelessly fuck her ass as her hips continued bucking! "Mmmm . . . Mph . . . Mmmm . . . Mph . . . Mmmm," she moaned as she continued lapping at Batgirl's muff. The sensation of being eaten, while eating someone else, was more than her mind or body could handle and Catwoman had not yet found the tempo again when a sudden orgasm ripped through her and left her floating even as Batman savored her juices and the warmth washing out of her slit. To his credit that marvelous tongue and those miracle fingers never quit, not even as she was grinding the mound of her sex against his mouth and chin. . . Batgirl had gathered up their discarded utility belts to keep them safe, even though she was doing so without the leggings of her costume on. Catwoman's well-schooled tongue had teased her second orgasm out of her tonight and once Batman had tongue-fucked the femme fatale to one of her own, leaving on the damn leggings had seemed more of a problem than they were worth. Now Catwoman was lying on the hard roof top, one hand absentmindedly playing at her pussy, while Batman was beside her, his shrunken cock, already sticky from Batgirl's bush, sticking to the inside of his thigh. Knowing that after foreplay like what she had just witnessed - as well as been party too - that Catwoman was going to need a hard dick inside of her before long, Batgirl took the initiative and decided to help out the other woman. Hell, she owed her that much at least for the orgasm she had given her. She knelt down and forced Batman's legs apart. A little bit of a role-reversal if you asked Batgirl. Then took him in her hand and began jerking him back to some semblance of life. Batman watched as Batgirl's head began bobbing over him and was not certain if even his, Olympic-level, stamina was up for going to the well one more time tonight. He had always prided himself on being able to leave a woman pleased - if not wanting more - in the bedroom. But he had never reached a third release in one night. Nor had he ever tried to fuck two women in the same night that were almost on par with himself when it came to their own stamina and physical conditionings. Catwoman was beginning to stir and he was fully able to appreciate what Batgirl was trying to do, but despite her talented tongue and lips he was only at half-mast and the kitty was eyeing him up for the fucking that his oral skills had made her ready for. . . Even though the term 'doggy-style' was not her favorite, Catwoman was more than willing to be flexible if it meant finally getting Batman between her legs and that marvelous instrument of his buried in her pussy. Her eyes found Batgirl as the younger woman was giving her all in order to put some life back in that pecker and get it ready for her. Maybe she should have eaten her to two orgasms if this was the level of gratitude she showed? Already on hands on knees she casually reached back between her parted knees and kept her fingers working at her bush so that she would not dry out. If the temperature dropped any further then they were going to have to move this little party inside before all of their best parts were colder than Mister Freeze's anal pore. It was not going to take very long to get her to a second orgasm and an idea came to her then that was almost certain to put some steel back in the Batman's pole. "Batgirl, Come over here and be a dear," Catwoman cooed. The other vigilante dropped Batman's penis from between her lips - amazed that it was not standing tall for her - and padded over to where Catwoman was on hands and knees and more than just a little ready for a good fucking. "On your back dear and spread your legs," instructed Selina. The young woman was only too quick to give in and in no time Catwoman was swinging one of her legs over the other girls head and the two of them were, very quickly, in a traditional '69' position. Not expecting Batgirl would want to go fully bi-sexual on her, Catwoman lowered her mouth back onto that, strawberry sweet, red mound and immediately sank her tongue past her folds and into her tunnel. Batgirl was still more than wet enough so she knew that she was not causing her any pain. Still, her reaction was immediate and strong. Batgirl wrapped her arms around Catwoman's bowing waist and raised her own face toward her sweltering vagina. Her untried tongue parted those sweet outer lips and in the span of only a few seconds Batgirl was lapping away at Catwoman's hungry little hole like a kitten with a bowl filled with cream. If this worked out the way she was hoping, Catwoman did plan on filling it with cream before the hour was out. . . Batman could not believe this shit! Two of the hottest women in Gotham City and the both of them were munching each other's rug in an effort to put the rise back in his penis so that he could fuck Catwoman. He was not sure if it was just that part of him that was sexually repressed - most of the time - but the sight of those two having a hot and wet go at one another was proving enough to get the trick done and he very much wanted to slide a fuck in Selina Kyle while she was still in what was left of one of her original costumes. Rolling to a standing position, and knowing that he was now equal to the task at hand, Batman slapped his freshly hardened cock into his gauntleted hand and crossed the few feet dividing him from the two women as they thrashed together in a pile of bucking pussies and groans, moans, and various other vociferous exclamations. Batman lowered his cock and slipped it between Batgirl's lips, shamelessly fucking her mouth so that there was enough lube on his member to make that 'grand entrance' into the Catwoman's hot box. While Barbara was hungrily slurping away at his rod, Batman slid two fingers into Catwoman's sweltering hole to test the waters. The burglar never once raised her face from Batgirl's cunt and when his penis popped out from between Barbara's lips he leveled the head at her opening and slipped between her lips in a single, well-aimed, powerful thrust. . . Catwoman allowed her eyes to drift shut as the first sensation of being filled with hard cock and drank in the sensation of those two, strong, hands closing on her raised hips as he thundered between her legs. It was the first time that her mouth had come off of Batgirls slit and the other woman let out a disappointed groan. From the way that her hips had been twitching beneath Catwoman's lips and tongue it was only too obvious that she had been close to a third orgasm for the evening. The smooth head of that erection parted her lips, pressed into the tight confines of her tunnel, and finally pressed home against her cervix! Her jaw hang open in silent bliss as Batman began moving inside of her. Making his thrusts deliberately slow, strong, and deep kept her gasping and pawing at the ground as he fucked her and made her body beg for the orgasm that was already beginning to build somewhere deep in the core of her very being. Meanwhile, Batgirl continued rubbing Catwoman's clitoris as a way of speeding her orgasm along. Naaaah . . . Ugnh . . . Ahhhh, Goddammit," Catwoman groaned as her tits bounced with every thrust and whenever Batman ran all the way to the bottom of her cunt that power threatened to spill her off of her knees! "Fuck . . . Fuck . . . Fuck," she went on in a stream of profanity interlaced with a few other choice phrases. All of which boiled down to very explicit pleas for Batman to fuck her brains out. Batman drank in the visual of Catwoman's bouncing ass cheeks as he fucked the entire length of his penis into her and how the still night air was filled with the smacking sound of their two sexes coming together. The heavy orbs of her tits were swaying under her as well and on every tenth stroke or so, Batman would pull completely out of Catwoman in order to slide his cock into Batgirl's hungry mouth so that she could suck him a couple of times before popping it back inside. The fact that he had two, horny, vigilantes in front of him - both of them women that had been eating each other's quim - was causing his balls to tighten up and signaled still another orgasm for the night. He would not have thought it possible but it had already begun and he only hoped to last long enough to get Catwoman off before he filled her with his load. . . "Huh . . . Huh . . . Ugnh . . . Huh . . . Huh," Catwoman pushed the wet mound of her pussy back against Batman's thrusting cock and hooked her heels over the back of his thighs - effectively trapping him inside of her - as she came. Orgasm swelled up and filled her completely. Robbing her of her ability to speak, think, or do anything other than savor the feeling of floating out of her own body even as that marvelous machine was buried to its root in her sweltering little slit! Knowing that he had delivered 'the goods' for Catwoman freed Batman to use her and empty his balls inside of her. It was not long either, before he fell across her bowed, lower, back and pounded against her sex as his own cock swelled to fill her vagina completely before rocketing long, thick, streamers of white gooey cum into her hole and grunting with each sensational release. Completely spent, Batman motioned that Batgirl might want to move before the two of them collapsed on top of her. . . Batgirl slipped out from underneath the both of them and quietly pulled the legging of her costume back on before sealing it up. With a utility belt in either hand she left the two of them to recover without an audience and went off in search of the Batmobile. Some petty part of her wanted to be jealous but since she had just had the absolute best sex of her young life she was not prepared to give in and begrudge Batman a hot fuck with another vigilante. Besides, it was Batgirl he was taking home to fill his bed with, and nobody else. . .