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The Erotic Adventures of Batgirl, Pt. 1

The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of consenting adults engaged in sexual activities. It includes
characters that are copyrighted by DC Comics. This story is
intended for the non-commerical enjoyment of the author and
his friends. No copyright infringement is intended and no
profit will be made from the distribution of this story.



Part One

Catwoman


Barbara Gordon walked into her apartment and locked the
door behind her. She had just come from her father's house. It
was a ritual they had. She had dinner with him every Friday
night since she left home to go to college. Often, it was the
only time they had to see each other. Although she had a job
with regular hours, he was Gotham City's police commissioner
and therefore worked long and often irregular hours.

And then, she spent a lot of time with her "second job." In
fact, she was going to go out again tonight. During dinner, her
father had asked about her plans for the evening. She told him
that she was going to get some exercise. He dismissed it as only
a visit to her aerobics class. If only he knew.

Barbara went to her bedroom and undressed. She stepped into
the shower and washed the day off herself. She wanted to
make sure that the perfume she normally wore was completely
removed. It would not be good for her second job to have any
smell that might give her away.

She rubbed the washcloth over her breasts and for a brief
moment wished that her vocation didn't make it so hard to
meet men. Nice men, not the sort of guys she normally ran
into at night. It had been so long since she'd had a nice man in
her life.

Thoughts of her plans for the evening soon quieted the sexual
fires that threatened to engulf her. She finished her shower
mechanically, her mind occupied with other details.

After the shower, she dried off and again went to her
bedroom. Opened her closet and pulled out the locked trunk.
She then took her keys from the dresser and opened the trunk.
Still naked, she picked up the black lycra bodysuit and
inspected it. It was brand new. She'd had to replace it after her
last outing. The insignia she sewn on it looked perfect.

She took a pair of underpants and a jogging bra from her
dresser and quickly put them on. She then slid into the tight
bodysuit. She pulled a belt and cape from the trunk and put
them on. Barbara Gordon turned to look at herself in the full
length mirror on the closet door. It was not Barbara's image
that looked back at her, it was Batgirl's.

****

The night was hot and steamy. Gotham was in a typical
summer heat wave. Batgirl climbed the fire escape to the top
floor of the building. Most of the buildings in this
neighborhood were older and had external fire escapes. She
found that came in handy.

From this vantage point, five floors up, she could see the
entire back of the museum. She knew from experience that this
was where the building was most vulnerable. She sat back on
her heels and partially hide behind a chimney. She waited.

Several hours later, she noticed the motion across the street. It
was time to move.

She quietly lowered herself to the street and crossed to the
museum. It was quiet. Not alarms. Not that she expected any.
The person she was after would be too good at what they did
to set off any alarms.

Barbara Gordon had read in this morning's paper that the
exhibit of rare gems was opening tonight at the museum.
Batgirl knew that the gems were a prime target for one of
Gotham's criminal element. What she hadn't known was which
one.

Batgirl noticed the open window and climbed into it. She
quietly lifted herself through the window, pausing only to look
at the alarm wires that had been neatly bypassed. She lowered
herself quietly inside, her senses alert for any sound that might
indicate where her prey was.

She noticed that she was in a coat room. She assumed that the
burglar would exit through this same room. Although she
could wait here for the criminal to return, she decided that the
room didn't allow space to fight if necessary. She snuck across
the small room and quietly opened the door. The hall appeared
empty. She wondered where the night guards were.

Batgirl moved out into the museum. It was typical of most
museums. Large and full of shadows. Batgirl liked that. It
gave her room to move and hide. It also afforded her the
chance to see her prey before they saw her. The gems were
probably in the second level showroom. She decided to hide
near the main stairs and wait. She had just reached the bottom
of the stairs when she heard a slight sound to her right.

Without thinking, Batgirl moved into a fighting position. She
heard the soft padding sound again, closer. Her black costume
and the deep shadows hide her from view. The sound was real
close. Deciding to take the initiative and strike a swift first
blow, Batgirl kicked out toward the sound of the sound. She
was rewarded with a thud and a short hiss.

An expert at savate, the French martial art, Batgirl realized
instantly that the blow she struck had not hit anything near the
size of a person. She moved out of the shadow and saw a cat
laying on the floor of the museum hallway. It laid still. She
knelt beside it and felt its side. It was not breathing. The
swollen belly of the animal told her that it had been pregnant.
A cat meant Catwoman, Batgirl decided. She took one last look
at the poor animal...

Then she heard a angry scream and then nothing...

****

First came the pain. Lots of it. Then, slowly, came some
portion of awareness.

Long, agonizing moments of pain slowly gave way to a dull
sense of consciousness. Batgirl tried to move her head and was
rewarded with a painful throbbing in her head. She realized,
almost at a subconscious level, that she was alive and that she'd
make a big mistake.

Letting the dead cat distract her had been a mistake. Killing
the cat in the first place was not a good choice either. She
decided to just be thankful that she was alive and start with
that. Batgirl opened her eyes and was surprised to find that she
was no longer in the museum. As she continued to gather her
thoughts, she assumed that she had been struck on the head by
Catwoman and left for dead.

She risked another spasm of pain and looked around. It was
then that she noticed that her hands and feet were tied and she
was hanging spread-eagle from her arms. As the pain in her
head subsided, she began to become acutely aware of the pain
in her shoulders and wrists.

Batgirl could tell that she wasn't in the museum, but was
having trouble placing exactly where she was. It was dark and
she could not see anything. She could tell that her mask was
still on, but aside from that nothing.

She hung in the dark for long minutes. Eventually, a door
opened and someone walked in. A light came on, momentarily
blinding her.

The figure in front of her spoke. "You killed my pet, you
bitch."

Although blinded by the bright light and still groggy from the
blow to her head, Batgirl remembered the voice. It was a very
angry Catwoman.

"That cat was about to have kittens. You killed her. For no
reason."

"I'm sorry," Batgirl said, her mouth dry. Her tongue felt
several times larger than it was. "It was an accident." She was
more accustomed to the light now. She lifted her head to see
Catwoman standing in front of her. Catwoman wore a tight,
form-fitting leather body suit, but had removed the cowl that
she normally used to cover her head. Her long black hair
tumbled over her shoulders.

Catwoman stepped closer to where Batgirl hung. Batgirl
darted her eyes to both sides. She was in an old warehouse.
Her shackles where attached to large eyebolts in the support
beams that were spaced about every ten feet. Her arms where
just high enough to support most of her weight, but her feet
were on the ground. Her feet were also bound by the same
shackles that held her wrists. Her feet were spread open by the
shackles.

Catwoman simply looked at Batgirl with hatred in her eyes.
She finally spoke. "You killed one of my pets." Catwoman
turned and started to walk away. Batgirl thought she heard
Catwoman start to cry.

Abruptly, Catwoman turned. Tears flowed down her face.
"You kicked my cat!" she screamed and kicked Batgirl hard
between the legs.

Batgirl was still weak from the blow to her head. She flinched
from the blow and short seconds later felt dizzy and ill from
the pain. As she lost consciousness again, she thought she heard
Catwoman say "Kick my pussy and I'll kick yours."

****

As she awoke the second time, Batgirl became aware of an
urgent need to urinate. She'd never been in this sort of
situation before. Every other time she'd been captured by one
of Gotham's loony master criminals, she'd been able to escape
shortly thereafter or had been rescued by Batman. This time,
that wasn't an option.

Even if Catwoman hadn't removed her utility belt, there was
no way for Batgirl to reach it with her arms tied the way they
were. And Batman was out of town. Or at least that's what her
father had speculated earlier in the night during dinner.

Batgirl opened her eyes again. This time the lights were on
and Catwoman was sitting on a box about ten paces away.
Catwoman was watching Batgirl as she slowly awoke.

Catwoman did not speak. The two women stared at each other
for several minutes. Batgirl finally spoke. "I'm really sorry
about your cat. It was a mistake."

Catwoman still did not speak. Batgirl looked at her. Catwoman
was a tall and well built woman, maybe in her mid-thirties.
She had long, thick, black hair that flowed over her shoulders
when it wasn't hidden under the cat-eared cowl she wore as
part of her costume. The costume itself was a form fitting
single piece leather jumpsuit. What in the fashion trades was
called (appropriately, in this case) a "catsuit." To the catsuit,
she had added a pair of flat, soft soled boots and a pair of
leather gloves. The leather gloves has sharp razors attached to
the finger tips; Catwoman's claws.

"Well, what are you going to do with me?" Batgirl asked.

"I haven't decided," Catwoman said.

Another few moments passed, neither woman talked.

Finally, Batgirl decided she could take it no more. It was bad
enough that her neck hurt from having her head hanging, her
head hurt from the blow, her wrists and shoulders hurt from
the weight of hanging, and her crotch hurt from being kicked.
All that was bad enough, it was just too much to have a
bladder that felt like it was about to bust. "Catwoman," she
said.

Catwoman looked at her.

"I really have to go to the bathroom. Can you get me down?"

"You'll just try to get away," Catwoman said. "I can't let you
loose until I decide how you should be punished."

Batgirl got mad. "You just want me to pee all over the floor?"
she yelled.

"No," Catwoman said calmly, standing. "All of my pets are
trained to use a litter box." Catwoman left the room.

Litter box, Batgirl thought. What does she have in mind?

A moment later, Catwoman returned. She carried a plastic box
about two feet square. It was filled part way with cat litter.
She placed the box under Batgirl, between Batgirl's feet.

"You've got to be joking?" Batgirl asked.

"No," Catwoman said. She flashed her "claws" in Batgirl's
face.

Catwoman unzipped the front of Batgirl's bodysuit. The zipper
only went to just below the chest. Catwoman held the fabric
and with her other hand, cut through it, ripping the front of
the bodysuit open. Batgirl watched, partly afraid and partly
awed, as the razor-sharp claws tore her costume apart. Inches
from her flesh. Batgirl shivered in horror at the thought that
Catwoman would cut her up the same way.

Catwoman ran her claws down the front of Batgirl's body suit.
She peeled it away from Batgirl's body from neck to the top of
Batgirl's boots. Catwoman then reached for the jogging bra.
She slipped a single finger between Batgirl's breasts and
flicked the claw. The thin strip of cloth between the bra cups
was sliced cleanly by the razor. The bra fell open, exposing
Batgirl's breasts.

Catwoman paused for a moment, eyeing Batgirl's milky white
breasts. Batgirl looked in absolute horror as Catwoman's
fingers waved inches from her breasts.

Catwoman then slid a finger under Batgirl's underpants. The
claw scratched Batgirl's hip, but didn't cut too deep. First one
flick, then another flick. First the right hip, then the left; the
underpants fell into the litter box.

Batgirl hung from her shackles, her costume in shreds and
totally exposed in front. Her bare breasts and crotch were
exposed and vulnerable to Catwoman's claws.

Catwoman turned and left the room.

****

Batgirl had never been in a situation quite like this. She'd
faced certain death many times, but had never been humiliated
quite like this. She had no recourse but to hang from her
bonds and wait for mercy from her captor.

She finally could stand it no longer and relaxed her bladder.
She was thankful that she could relieve herself in privacy.

****

About a half hour after leaving, Catwoman returned. She
walked up to Batgirl and looked at her.

She finally spoke. "You're a redhead."

Under her mask, Batgirl blushed. She realized that Catwoman
was looking at her pussy hair, not her head.

"I've never been with a redhead," Catwoman said.

Ohmygawd, Batgirl thought, she's a lesbian. All those times
she's tried to seduce the Batman had been a ruse.

As if reading Batgirl's mind, Catwoman said, "I'm not a dyke,
if that's what you think. But, I've slept with a woman or two.
Maybe I'm bi. I don't know. What I do know is that you've got
a very nice body."

Batgirl looked down at her exposed body. She'd never really
thought about how attractive she was. She worked out at the
gym, taking aerobics classes. That was mainly for appearances.
Her other workouts were in private, with heavy weights and
martial arts instructors. Her body was lean but muscular. As
Barbara Gordon, head research librarian for the Gotham City
Public Library, she rarely had to do anything more physical
than carry a few books, but as Batgirl, she needed to be in top
shape.

Catwoman pulled off her gloves and tossed them aside. Batgirl
silently felt a wave of relief with the risk of the claws removed
from her exposed breasts and pussy. Catwoman cautiously
reached out and softly caressed Batgirl's breast with one hand.

Next, Catwoman cupped Batgirl's pussy in her hand and gently
pressed her palm against Batgirl's mons. Batgirl was partially
repulsed by the actions, but secretly she admitted to herself
that she was finally finding out what it would be like to make
love to another woman. Barbara had known several girls in
college that professed to be lesbians, and had often wondered
what it was like. Since becoming Batgirl, she'd pretty much
relied only on masturbation as a sexual outlet. She'd never
wanted to get too close to any guy, for fear that he'd figure
out her secret.

But, Batgirl realized that even if she wanted to satisfy her
curiosity, this was not the time to do so. Catwoman had
knocked her out and practically kidnapped her. Maybe she was
a sexual psychopath instead of just a cat burglar. Anyone that
ran around at night in a costume like that must be crazy, she
thought. Remembering her own costume, the tight black lycra
bodysuit with the gold bat symbol on the front, Batgirl decided
this was not the line of thought to pursue too much.

Batgirl struggled against her bonds. They were snug, but she
wondered if she could pull free. She pulled on her right hand
has hard as she could.

Catwoman seemed to be oblivious to her captive's struggles.
She continued to caress Batgirl's pubic hair, seemingly
entranced by the red curls. Although she continued to struggle
with her shackles, Batgirl was afraid to admit to herself that
Catwoman's caresses felt good. It had, after all, been so long
since she'd had a man touch her like that.

Catwoman knelt down in front of Batgirl. She paused for a
moment, as if contemplating what she was about to do. Batgirl
stopped struggling for a moment, also contemplating what was
about to happen. She was helpless to stop it.

Her Batgirl persona often got in Barbara's way of a "normal"
life, especially a normal sex life. That was not to say that she
was a virgin. Barbara had what she thought to be a
considerable amount of sexual experience, both in college and
after college. Of all the activities that a man and woman could
do, she liked having her pussy sucked most. She'd just never
had another woman do it.

Catwoman leaned forward and placed her face in Batgirl's
open crotch. The shackles held Batgirl's leg spread open and
her entire pussy was accessible. Batgirl shivered in
anticipation. It was almost like Catwoman was teasing her.

Finally, it came. The warm tongue flicked out and barely
touched her pussy lips. Then again, just a little more. And yet
again.

Batgirl resumed her struggles. She pulled on her right arm
with all her might. She felt her hand start to slip through the
shackle just as Catwoman gave her clit a long, slow lick.

"Ohhh," Batgirl moaned. She tried not to enjoy it, but it felt so
good and had been so long. She pulled on the shackle again,
her wrist feeling raw from the friction.

Another long, slow lick of her clit caused a shiver to run down
her body. This time Batgirl bit her tongue rather than moan.
Catwoman paused a moment. Batgirl looked down and saw her
open the front of her catsuit. Like Batgirl's bodysuit, the
catsuit had a zipper in front. Unlike the bodysuit, this catsuit's
zipper ran nearly to the crotch. Catwoman pulled the zipper
down to just pass her breasts. Batgirl could see Catwoman's
cleavage.

Catwoman returned her attention to her captive. Another
quick flick of Batgirl's pussy lips, then Catwoman grabbed
some of the red curls in her lips and tugged on them by
moving her head from side to side.

If this keeps up much longer, I'm going to come, Batgirl
thought. She wondered if that was really a bad thing.

Batgirl pulled on the shackle again. This time, her hand
slipped through. Catwoman had ignored Batgirl's struggles
until now, but with her captive's hand free, she jumped to her
feet.

The two women stared at each other for a long minute. Batgirl
had one hand free but had none of her utility belt gadgets
available to her. Catwoman was quick and still had the
upperhand. Both waited for the other to make the next move.

Well, you started off the night with a bad decision, Batgirl told
herself. Let's just hope I don't live to regret this one.

Batgirl flexed her arm slightly. It was sore and partially numb
from the weight of hanging on it. She tested it more.
Catwoman eyed her warily.

Batgirl decided to make her move. She slowly reached
forward and put her hand on Catwoman's left breast.

The other woman smiled and returned the gesture. Catwoman
then leaned forward and kissed Batgirl full on the mouth. At
first the kiss was gentle and soft. Batgirl started to return the
kiss. Soon the two women had their mouths open and were
gently probing each other's mouths with their tongues. Batgirl
had never kissed another woman before, let alone a woman
with the taste of pussy on her mouth.

Finally, Catwoman broke the embrace. She looked deeply into
Batgirl's eyes and smiled. She reached up and slowly put her
hand on Batgirl's mask.

Batgirl grabbed Catwoman's wrist with her free hand. For a
tense moment the two woman resumed their conflict. They
both tensed their bodies in anticipation of a struggle.

Realizing that Catwoman could have removed the mask while
she was unconscious, Batgirl figured that the move was a
gesture. A non-verbal way of asking for trust. Batgirl
removed her hand from the other woman's wrist. Catwoman
paused and then slowly lifted the mask and pulled the mask and
cowl from Batgirl's head.

So much for my secret identity, Batgirl thought. She wasn't a
celebrity or anything, but her picture had been in the paper
several times, for winning awards in school and several times
beside her father at various police functions. She'd often
worried about having her secret discovered, but she decided
that outside of someone linking her to her father, there wasn't
really much that anyone could do. It wasn't like she was a
multi-billionaire socialite like Bruce Wayne. She could
understand the blackmail opportunity if that were the case.

It was a hot and muggy night. The cowl was never very cool
and on a night like this it was downright confining. Batgirl's
short red hair was plastered to her head and wet from
perspiring. Until recently, she'd worn her hair longer.
Sometimes nearly as long as Catwoman's. But she wanted a
change, so she'd tried a very short hair style.

"Your hair is so butch," Catwoman said softly, almost purring
in Batgirl's ear. "I like it," she said as she ran her hand
through Batgirl's hair.

Batgirl had not considered the short haircut to be butch. Until
now. She moved her free hand up and ran her own fingers
through Catwoman's long, black hair. She thought, for just a
split second, that she had the advantage now. She could curl
her hand up in the mass of black hair and pull hard. The
surprise might catch Catwoman off guard.

Batgirl was the one caught off guard. While she was
preoccupied, Catwoman embraced her again, her mouth on
Batgirl's mouth. She used one hand to pull Batgirl's head
toward her. The other hand snaked around Batgirl's waist and
rubbed Batgirl's firm ass.

After the embrace, Batgirl said, "That's not fair. You have
two hands and I only have one." As she said this, she reached
to touch Catwoman's breast again. The implied message was
clear; two hands meant twice as much touching.

Catwoman nuzzled a moment more against Batgirl's cheek and
then reached up, reluctantly, to unbuckle the shackle holding
Batgirl's other hand. Batgirl used her previously free hand to
massage the feeling back into her other arm. As she did this,
Catwoman knelt down again. A long slow lick of Batgirl's
pussy brought another moan to Batgirl's lips.

Catwoman then reach down and in turn unbuckled both of her
captive's legs. She pushed the litter box out of the way so
Batgirl could stand without her legs spread open. Batgirl
flexed each leg. Again, for a brief second, she considered a
swift kick to disable her opponent. But, having been tied up
for so long, she was stiff and sore. She doubted that she could
pull of the move.

Besides, something special seemed to be happening between
them. Batgirl reached out and took Catwoman into her arms.
Catwoman was taller, but not so tall they couldn't stand
together and kiss. As they kissed, Catwoman pulled what
remained of Batgirl's costume off her. Batgirl returned the
favor by finished to unzip Catwoman's catsuit. As they
embraced, Batgirl was suddenly overpowered by the exotic
combination of smells. Two hot, sweaty women; one in leather
and the other in lycra. The smell of her own wet pussy wafted
to her nose and mixed with the other smells.

Catwoman broke the kiss and lead Batgirl into the next room.
They were in an abandoned warehouse, but one that had been
partially renovated into apartments. The next room was a
large living area. Several cats roamed the room and a large
bed filled one corner. Batgirl didn't have to be told that was
were they were headed.

Catwoman pushed Batgirl down on the bed and pulled
Batgirl's boots off. She then tugged on the catsuit and pulled it
first off one shoulder, then the other. Her large breasts fell out
as the suit came down.

Batgirl looked up at the other woman's large breasts. She had
seen naked women before, at the gym and in the showers at
college. She decided that Catwoman's were about the best
looking breasts she ever seen. She couldn't help wondering
how Catwoman could stand to run and jump around town the
way she did with those large breasts getting in the way. Her
own breasts were smaller, but still full and round. Only a
maximum strength jogging bra enabled her to function as
Batgirl.

Catwoman now stood over Batgirl naked. Her black hair
framed her face and similar hair covered her pussy.

Catwoman laid down beside her companion. They kissed for
long minutes, their hands roaming each other's bodies. Batgirl
was surprised that the movements seemed so natural to her. If
someone had told her earlier that she'd have her first lesbian
experience tonight and would be touching another woman's
breasts, ass, and pussy, she'd never had believed that it feel so
wonderful.

"Oh, you're so tight," Catwoman said as she slowly slid a
finger into Batgirl's pussy. Batgirl idly ran her hand through
Catwoman's hair and down her cheek.

"It's been a long time since I've had sex," she said. "I don't
meet many nice men in this line of work."

"I don't either," Catwoman admitted. "Except for..."

"Batman," they both said at once. They laughed. Batgirl felt
her pussy get even wetter as Catwoman pushed her finger
further into her.

"I see he makes you hot and wet too," Catwoman observed.

Batgirl didn't answer. Her blush did that for her.

Catwoman pushed a second finger into the other woman's red-
haired pussy. "I'll bet he's got a nice big dick."

"Ohhh, yeah," was all Batgirl could moan, partially in
agreement, but mostly in orgasm.

After Catwoman brought her off, Batgirl figured she owed it
to Catwoman to do the same. She didn't know quite what to
do, but remembered her college friends saying that only a
woman knew what another woman would like. Batgirl liked to
have her pussy sucked, so she figured that's what she do to
Catwoman.

Batgirl moved to place her face in Catwoman's crotch.
Catwoman laid back and spread her legs open. "You've never
done it before, have you?"

"With a guy," Batgirl answered.

"Just do it like you like it done to you," Catwoman told her.

Batgirl used one hand to hold Catwoman's pussy lips open.
The other she used to reach up and caress Catwoman's large
breasts. Catwoman's nipples were large and stiff with
excitement. Batgirl rolled the one nipple in her fingers as she
carefully moved the dark pussy hair away from Catwoman's
clit.

The musky odor of a woman's pussy filled Batgirl's nostrils as
she moved closer to the other woman's pussy. Catwoman was
wet, her pussy hole glistened with moisture. Batgirl tentatively
reached out with her tongue and placed it on the other
woman's large swollen clit.

Catwoman placed her hands on Batgirl's neck and shoulders.
She moved one hand up through Batgirl's now dry hair. She
caressed Batgirl's shoulder in response to Batgirl's tongue
caresses on her pussy. Each time Batgirl moved her tongue up,
Catwoman would stroke up; each time Batgirl moved her
tongue down, Catwoman would move her caress down
Batgirl's shoulder.

Slowly, the caresses moved out of time with what Batgirl was
doing. It took her a moment, but then Batgirl realized that
Catwoman was directing her how to lick pussy. Batgirl tried
it. Catwoman moved her hand in a slow circular motion, so
Batgirl moved her tongue in a slow circular motion around the
woman's clit. This brought a low moan, almost a purr, from
Catwoman.

Catwoman pulled Batgirl's head tighter to her pussy and sped
up the movement of her hands. Batgirl tried to keep up with
her tongue. Her untrained tongue was getting tired. She
wondered if she needed to add tongue exercises to her daily
workout.

By now, Catwoman was practically fucking Batgirl's face. She
pressed her pussy hard against the redhead's month and bucked
her hips in a frantic motion. "Lick my pussy, lick my cunt,"
she said in a soft voice. "Lick me, ohhh, ohhhhhh yeah."

Batgirl hadn't made love to a woman before, but she had come
herself enough to recognize that the other woman was about to
have a powerful orgasm. She continued to press her sore
tongue against Catwoman's black haired pussy. Her tongue was
just about ready to turn numb when she remembered a
technique she'd had done to her once.

Batgirl opened her mouth open as wide as she could and pulled
her tongue in. She clamped her mouth down over the entire
top portion of Catwoman's pussy and then pursed her lips
around the clit. She started sucking hard on Catwoman's clit
while only occasionally licking with her tongue.

"Fuck me hard, that feels so good," Catwoman screamed. "I'm
gonna come. Ohh, yes, lick me." She straightened her legs out
quickly several times, kicking in involuntary orgasmic
contractions and them wrapped them around Batgirl's neck.

A flood of hot wet liquid shot into Batgirl's mouth. Piss? she
wondered. It didn't taste bad, she decided. She ejaculates,
Batgirl realized. She remembered reading about it, but had
never been able to do it herself.

Catwoman laid back, limp from the hot sex. Batgirl moved up
to suck softly on her breasts. They were heaving as Catwoman
gasped for air.

After resting for several long minutes, Catwoman reached
over to a nightstand beside the bed. She pulled out a black
leather belt and a large pink dildo.

"You said it's been a while since you've had a good fuck,
right?" Catwoman asked her partner.

"Yeah," Batgirl said. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the
rubber phallus.

Catwoman slide the belt around her waist and pulled another
strap up between her legs. She stroked her pussy for a moment
and then buckled the harness. The base of the dildo rested just
above her clit and as she bounced the rubber dick up and
down, it vibrated her clit so nicely.

She pushed Batgirl back and mounted her. The rubber dick
was only about eight inches long, but Batgirl gasped in a
combination of pain, surprise, and pleasure as it entered her
hole.

Catwoman bucked her hips up and down, just has she had
earlier while Batgirl was licking her pussy. The feeling of
pushing against the base of the dildo made her cunt even
wetter.

Batgirl pulled Catwoman toward her and enjoyed the weight
of the woman on top of her as they fucked. She'd almost
forgotten how good it felt to be penetrated and was very much
enjoying this.

The two women kissed and hugged each other tightly as they
fucked. Catwoman varied the thrusting every couple of
moments, keeping Batgirl guessing what was coming next.
Long, slow, easy thrusts for a couple of minutes and then a
series of quick shallow thrusts and then some hard deep thrusts
that took Batgirl's breath away.

Most of the men Batgirl had fucked tended to get into rhythm
and they stayed there. Although that was nice, this felt better.
Batgirl couldn't decide if it was the technique or that fact that
it was another woman on top of her. Catwoman's large hot
breasts crushed against her own breasts as the moaned and
moved as one person.

After Batgirl's orgasm, Catwoman took the harness off and
handed it to Batgirl. "Now, you do me," she commanded.

Batgirl took the dildo in her hands. It was slick with her own
juices. She couldn't resist taking it into her mouth and sucking
it for just a moment. She then put it on. It took her a few tries
to get it buckled just right, but Catwoman moved around
behind her and helped. When it was on, Catwoman took the
dildo into her hands and pretended to jack Batgirl off. She
pressed her tits into Batgirl's back as she reached around and
caressed the fake dick with one hand and Batgirl's tits with
another. As Catwoman did this, Batgirl discovered that the
weight of the dildo in the harness made it rub her mons just
right. She wondered if she'd have another orgasm just wearing
the thing.

Catwoman got down on her hands and knees. Batgirl got
behind her and, taking the dick into her hand, started to move
it to the opening of Catwoman's pussy.

"No," Catwoman said.

"What's wrong?" Batgirl asked.

"The other way," Catwoman said.

"Other way?" Batgirl asked, confused.

"In my ass. Stick it in my ass."

Batgirl had never tried anal sex, but wondered what it was
like. It was being to look like she'd end up trying all sorts of
new things tonight.

She carefully repositioned the dildo to the opening of
Catwoman's asshole. Catwoman seemed to tense up for a
moment and then took a deep breath. As Catwoman relaxed,
Batgirl could see her asshole relax also. It seemed to open up
and await the dildo's entrance. The dildo was still slick with
Batgirl's come, so it moved into Catwoman's ass easily. She's
done this before, Batgirl thought. With a man or a woman?
she wondered. Or both?

Batgirl wasn't quite so sure what to do now. She knew the anus
was a very sensitive spot and didn't want to hurt Catwoman.
Earlier, the two had been enemies. But now, they were lovers.
Like any lover, Batgirl had developed some deep feelings for
the other woman and didn't want to hurt her.

She pushed the dildo in slowly and hoped that Catwoman
would tell her if she went too fast or too deep. Catwoman
reached back with one hand and grabbed one of Batgirl's
hands. She brought Batgirl's hand forward and placed it on
her breast. Batgirl leaned forward and could feel how hard
Catwoman's nipple was.

Batgirl slowly begin to move her hips forward and backward.
Catwoman still didn't say anything, so she used the pressure on
her own clit as a guide to have far to move the dildo in and out
of the other woman's ass.

After a few moments, Catwoman's ass seemed to relax more
and the pushing got a little easier. Batgirl took this as a sign to
push just a little faster; not much, just a little. Catwoman
moaned softly and began to move in rhythm to Batgirl's own
movements.

Many long, gentle strokes later, both women had another
orgasm. Batgirl pulled the dildo out of Catwoman's ass and
took off the harness. Catwoman rolled over and they kissed
long and hard.

Afterward, the two lay quiet, holding each other in an
embrace.

"My name's Selina," Catwoman said.

Batgirl kissed her. "Hello, Selina."

"Hello, Barbara..."

"How do you know?" Batgirl asked, only half-surprised.

"I've seen your picture in the paper. You were at a banquet
with your father just last week."

"Well, yeah," Barbara admitted.

"He's rather nice also."

"Who?" Barbara asked.

"Your father," Selina said. "I've always like those big bold
action types."

Barbara thought about it. She'd never realized it before, but
her father was a very attractive man. Although he'd gained a
little weight from being behind a desk for so many years, he
was still very much the burly, ox of a man that he'd been as a
beat cop.

Several of the cats had made their way to the bed and although
suspicious of the newcomer, had cuddled amongst the women.
Barbara laid back, content for a short while. She'd forgotten
how good it felt to just lay quietly in another person's arms
after sex.

"This sort of changes things, doesn't it," she said.

"How so?" Selina asked.

"Well, what happens the next time I catch you at the museum?"

"This time I caught you," Selina reminded her. "I'm sorry I
hit you."

"I'm sorry about the cat," Barbara told her, a slight break in
her voice as she remembered the cat laying still on the cold
marble floor.

"I just lost it when I saw you knelling over Tigger. I didn't
mean to hit you so hard, I just saw red." Selina started to cry.

The two women hugged each other close and both cried for a
long time.

Barbara wiped the tears from Selina's face. Selina said, "It
does change things, doesn't it."

"Yeah," Barbara admitted. "Even if I don't do anything,
there's still the police and other people that will try and stop
you."

"Like Batman, you mean."

"Yes," Barbara said.

"Can't you just put in a good word for me?" Selina questioned.

"He wouldn't listen if I did."

"You work together, don't you?" Selina wondered.

"No," Barbara told her. "He only tolerates me. I think he
figured out who I am. For a long time, he went out of this way
to hinder me. I think it might have been some 'chivalrous
macho' thing, I don't know."

"Probably figured a woman couldn't cut it," Selina said.

"Well, anyway, there was one night I came home from a late
date and he was in my apartment. It was the night my father
was shot. He came to get me. The next time he saw me as
Batgirl, he treated me differently. Like he begrudgingly
accepted me."

"Do you know..." Selina started to ask.

"No," Barbara said quickly, "I've never been able to figure it
out. And I couldn't tell you even if I did know. Even after..."

"Even after I fucked your brains out?"

"Yeah."

The woman held each other, their naked bodies intertwined.
Selina's cats began to climb onto the bed and snuggle around
the two women. Soon, all were asleep.


End of part 1.