Driven Bats(Barbara Gordon/Batgirl)
A trip to Poison Ivy's Greenhouse left Batgirl and Batman a bit dazed. The woman in question might not be there, but one of her plants had been. Despite taking all of the steps to prevent such a thing, they had in fact been hit with some kind of strange pink pheromones which caused their pupils to dilate for a brief second. And then Batgirl ran her hands down Batman's chest and marveled how strong he was. Slowly, she worked down his body, tracing over the Bat Symbol on his chest and then moving down before.
"We shouldn't do this."
That voice sounded strained, almost as if Batman convinced himself not to down it. Underneath the mask, Barbara Gordon's face curled into a smile. The lovely redhead reached down and squeezed the very prominent erection which threatened to burst out from Batman's tights.
"You're not getting rid of that without any help," Batgirl said. "Oh, I always wanted to suck your cock, but you were too intimidating. But with this...whatever Ivy doused us with, I don't care how terrifying you are. That cock is coming out of those pants and into my mouth."
The hot twenty-one year old college student by day, vigilante by night, librarian on the weekends and holidays, guided Batman's immense prick out of his pants. Oh, damn, it was so big, and Barbara lined up her eyes for it. Batgirl leaned in and wrapped her lips around his cock to suck him all the way in.
Batman looped his hand around the head of Batgirl and guided his cock down into her mouth. As much as he hated to admit it, Batgirl was a damn good cock sucker. The fact he had the daughter of his strongest ally in the Gotham City Police Department on her knees and blowing him right in the middle of a green house, well that was something that Batman just pushed to the back of his mind.
It would be a potentially problematic relationship in their secret identities, but one night, to help each other with a mutual problem, Batman figured it would work out well.
"Let me help you."
Batman guided Batgirl's warm mouth around his cock and she sucked it. Loud and hard, her warm mouth popped around his pole and she hungered for him. Batman grabbed her hair underneath the cowl and plowed her harder and harder into her mouth.
Another hungry moan followed with Batman slapping onto her chin. Batman fed her throat repeatedly and made her cry out in pleasure. The deeper Batman slammed down into her throat, Batgirl sucked him hard. She looked up at him, lust burning through her eyes underneath the cowl as he repeatedly stuffed her throat full of cock. Batman held on tight and rocked her mouth until she let out another moan.
"Closer," Batman told her. "Get a little bit closer. Suck my cock hard."
"Mmmph!"
Almost there, and Batgirl grabbed ahold of Batman's big fat balls. She squeezed them hard and ensured he was buried down into her throat. The faster Batman jammed his cock down her throat, the more she wanted it. She wanted to taste Batman's cum.
One more push, and Batman reared back to dump his seed down Batgirl's throat. Batgirl slurped his cock and repeatedly ensured that more and more cum dumped down her throat. Batman held onto her hair and stuffed his prick completely down her throat with an endless ride. He emptied the contents of his balls down her throat with another grunt and another casual pump in the process.
"Perfect."
Batman slapped his cock down onto Batgirl's tongue and made her shudder in lust. She swallowed his cum. The taste made her warm all over and made Batgirl slid up and undo the bottom of her uniform from the top. Slowly, she pulled down and revealed her wet pussy, shaved and primed and ready to be fucked.
"I need you," Batgirl breathed. "Please, don't hold back."
Despite the world-class blowjob, Batman was hard once again. Batman guided his prick deep inside of her wet pussy and buried deep inside of her. Batgirl sucked him in, dragging as much of his prick down into her hot hungry hole as possible. Batman held her down tight and pressed her against one of the walls of the Greenhouse.
Batgirl's entire mind went haywire. Batman had his hands clasped tightly on her hips and filled her up. What was happening could not be stated enough. Batman had Batgirl and he was fucking her brains out. Oh, yes, Batgirl had naughty dreams like this.
Naughty dreams like this all of the time, but she never expected for it to happen in real life. Batman plunged deeper and deeper inside of her pussy. Batman held on tight and slam-fucked her tight pussy. Batgirl slid back and forth and engulfed as much of his cock as she could fit inside of her.
So tight and wet. Batman could have done this any time he wanted to, but he put the mission first and foremost. Although there have been times where Batgirl had been subtly trying to catch his interest. Little signs, although she was not as bold as some had been.
Now, Batman reared back. The haziness from earlier faded. And now with it, lust towards this cock hardening redhead woman in his arms. Batman leaned in deeper and harder and pushed down into Batgirl's hot pussy. She stretched out and squeezed him a couple more times. Batman ran his hands down her body and made her just erupt for him. The faster he buried inside of her, the more he made her feel it. Bruce held her tight and hammered her hot pussy hard. Batgirl responded by sliding his cock deeper and deeper inside of her body.
"I swear, you're going to make me lose it!"
"Then lose it."
Batman ripped open the front of Batgirl's uniform and lost it himself. He attacked her bare breasts, nice and supple, and ready to be attacked. Batgirl did not mind him ripping the uniform open and in fact encouraged him to keep sucking on her tits. All while running his hands down her powerful legs, and ensuring his cock would be engulfed inside of her wet pussy.
A loud slap echoed with Batman's balls hitting her thighs. More powerful strokes brought Batman faster and faster inside of her body. Batgirl hungered for him, lusted for all he could give her. And he gave her a pounding.
Whatever pheromones Ivy sprayed them with, had long since been sweated out. Batgirl found herself realizing that. Of course, they already had gone all in on this now. Batgirl clasped Batman from behind and pulled him closer into her body. Her wet pussy walls clamped down tighter and proceeded to milk him harder.
"So close," Batgirl moaned in his ear. "You're so close. Oh, I can feel it. Pound me hard! Savage me! Finish me off!"
Batman plunged her slit so hard that Batgirl's next words had been an unintelligible moan. He vigorously pumped Batgirl's pussy and ensured she would be feeling this for a long time. Her walls clamped down hard and released him with a couple more thrusts.
"We'll finish. And get back on the hunt."
Batgirl was about ready to remind him about the state of her damaged uniform. However, another orgasm rippling through her body overtook Batgirl's rational mind. Batman savaged her pussy and stuffed it hard. He pressed down inside of her and reduced Batgirl to little more than a quivering, dripping wreck who swallowed his cock relentlessly as he pushed it inside of her body.
She milked him and moaned. He had to be getting close. Well, Batgirl was and she topped off with one of the most intense orgasms possible.
Batman rode her faster and faster when pumping inside of her body. The warmth of her pussy threatened to drain him. Batman knew precisely all of the right buttons to hit and to make her cry out for more. Batman rocked back and forth down onto her body.
Once again, Batman took one final tour of Batgirl's body. Right before his balls discharged and released his load inside of Batgirl's body.
The sheer volume of cum pumping inside of Batgirl's body made her cry out. She tightened around him, really feeling good in the process. She drained Batman's balls and hoped to leave a favorable impression on her hero after tonight.
They might have gone too far. Batman held Batgirl in his arms before he could be certain she could stand on her own. And stand she did, although walking a little funny after the pounding he gave her.
"Thank you for your help. Get yourself together."
Batgirl smiled and did her best to repair the damage caused to her uniform. To be fair, she repaired worse, dealing with the normal rare and tear in fighting crime in Gotham City.
Perhaps they could do this again, and not under less dire circumstances. Optimism kept Barbara Gordon going in this city after all.
End.