<HTML><PRE>Subject: {AnnD}RP"Batgirl & Robin"( MF )[3/3]
From: Ann Douglas <annd@pop.tiac.net>
Date: Thu, Apr 23, 1998 14:12 EDT
Message-id: <10572eli$9804231412@qz.little-neck.ny.us>


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
her friends. No copyright infringement is intended
and no profit will be made from the distribution of
this story.

Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction.   One  thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
in  your comments.  It gives me a better idea who
my audience is.  Thanks and enjoy 

           - Batgirl And Robin -
		Part Three
		by  Ann Douglas

	
	
	“Can I borrow those?”  Robin asked.
	“I was planning to give them to my fa...to a
friend of mine.  He collects things like this. In fact,
he was the one who showed me how to open old
cuffs like that.”
	Batgirl wondered if Robin had ever been to
Commissioner Gordon’s house and seen the old
collection in the study.  Many nights when she was a
child, her father had explained the pieces to her and
how they worked.  
	“I’ll give them back, I promise.”  Robin said. 
“I just want to use them to run a trap simulation
when Batman gets back.
	“A trap simulation?”  Batgirl inquired.
	“When ever one of us runs into a difficult
trap, we do a reenactment to see what weaknesses
we overlooked and find ways to avoid it in the
future.”
	“That’s an interesting idea.”  Batgirl noted. 
“Makes a lot of sense.  Tell me more about it.”
	“Well, if Batman were in town, we’d run it
tonight while it was fresh in my mind.  But as it is,
I’ll have to wait until Monday to do it.  
	“You couldn’t do it without him?”  she
asked.
	“Well, I’m not supposed to do it without a
spotter.  Kind of like working out with weights. 
You should have someone there in case something
goes wrong.”
	“Hmm.”  Batgirl mused.  “Would I do as a
spotter?”
	“I don’t see why not?”  Robin replied. 
“After all, you certainly did better in the original
than I did.  But why would you want to go to all
that trouble?”
	“Well, first of all, I think its kind of an
interesting idea.  Secondly, I had originally planned a
pretty late evening so I didn’t get up today until the
near side of noon.  So its either this, going out again
on patrol or seeing whats on the cable.”
	“Ok, if you really want to.” 
	“Then it’s settled.”  Batgirl smiled as she
rose and took the paper plates she’d been eating off
of and tossed them into the trash.  “How do we go
about this?”   	
	 	
	“Well, normally, if it were possible, we’d go
back to the original site.”  Robin explained as he
dumped his own trash.  
	“The only problem there is that it’s still a
crime scene and we might run into some of
Gotham’s Finest or worse the Press.”  Batgirl added.
	“Exactly.”  Robin agreed. “The second
option would be to recreate it in the Batcave.”
	“Then I guess the Batcave it is.”  concluded
Batgirl.
	
	Silence filled the air for a few seconds until
Robin said in a almost shock filled voice.  “Take you
to the Batcave?”
	The tone in his voice reminded Batgirl of
that of a maiden who’d just been asked to surrender
her virginity to a stranger.
	“Why, is that a problem?”  she asked.
	“No, I guess not.”  he replied somewhat
sheepishly. I’d have to ask you to put on a blindfold
while we drove there.  It’s one of the rules.”
	“I guess I’m not driving then.” Batgirl
quipped. “No problem, I’m not afraid of the dark.”
	“They should be done with the Batmobile by
now, we can swing by the Police garage and pick it
up.” said the Teen Wonder, a little more relaxed
than before.
	“Good, lets clean up the rest of this and be
on our way.”   

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* 
	
	Propelled by the awesome power of the
Batmobile, they soon left the city behind.  Speeding
down dark country roads, Robin found himself
stealing looks at his companion every chance he
could.  At one point, they’d stopped at a railroad
crossing just outside of the city and Robin quickly
lost himself staring at her.
	Her eyes were hidden by the blindfold, but
Robin studied every exposed feature of her face. 
The curve of her face, the soft pinkness of her lips,
the blush of her cheeks.  Dropping his gaze
downward, he examined the outline of her pert
breasts in great detail.  Both Selina Kyle and Jessica
Taylor had much more impressive busts, but neither
had ever occupied as much of his thoughts over the
last few years.  The 17 year old couldn’t begin to
count the nights he’d masturbated to her image.  
	His cock was so hard that it hurt, but he
couldn’t tear himself away from her.  Only an hour
before,  he had shared his most intimate secrets with
her.  He hadn’t ever told anyone what he’d told her,
not even Batman.  Had it been his imagination or
had she really been turned on by what he’d told her. 
He couldn’t be sure. 
	“Is something wrong?”  Batgirl asked as she
automatically turned to face the Teen Wonder. 
“We’ve been standing still a long time.”
	“No problem.”  came the reply as he quickly
shifted the car into gear.
	
	The sound of airbrakes and a sudden
deceleration told Batgirl they’d arrived.  She could
feel the car turning on what she guessed was some
sort of turntable.  Then the sound of the drivers side
door opening and padded footsteps rounding the
automobile.  Finally, the sound of her own door
opening.
	“You can take the blindfold off now.”  Robin
said as he opened her door.
	Batgirl blinked a few times after she removed
the blinder.  The chamber was dimly lit so it took
only a few seconds for her eyes to adjust.  Curious,
she turned a full three hundred and sixty degrees to
take it all in.  
	A feeling of disappointment filled Batgirl as
she took it all in.  The chamber was about the size of
a small auditorium, with a small row of  computers
against the wall.  To the left she could see an auto
maintenance area.  Not exactly what she expected.
	“Let me get the lights.”  Robin said, a broad
grin filling his face.
	As Robin threw a large wall mounted switch,
a loud clang filled the air.  Unseen banks of high
powered lights exploded to life, banishing the
encroaching shadows. 
	“Omigod!”  Batgirl gasped as the dark
shadow she thought a wall vanished in the light.
	The room she’d been in had only been an
antechamber. Beyond it was a vastness she couldn’t
have imagined.  The ceiling was almost beyond
view, hidden in the few shadows still remaining. 
>From where she stood, Batgirl could see a scene that
looked like it had been lifted right out of a George
Lucas film.  The cave housed a complete laboratory,
including sections for chemical, forensics and
electrical analysis. A sophisticated array of
computers filled an entire section, all tied into giant
fifty inch screens.  Opposite them stood a vast
communications bank, monitoring the networks and
a multitude of radio frequencies.  In the distance,
Batgirl could see a trophy room, a fully equipped
gym, and living quarters.
	“Unbelievable.”  Batgirl said as she finally
took it all it.
	“Well we call it home.”  Robin replied as he
walked into the inner cave.
	Robin quickly moved to the communications
bank and pressed down on a small intercom. Batgirl
watched as a small red light came on in response to
his action.
	  “I’m down in the cave.”  he simply said.
“Batgirl is with me.”
	“Understood sir.”  said a crisp English voice.
	
	“Let me guess, that was the butler.”  Batgirl
joked.
	The sudden look of concern flashed across
Robin’s face.  She had meant it as a joke but had hit
too close to home.
	“I’ll be right with you, I just want to check a
few things.”  Robin said.
	While she waited, Batgirl watched the six
row bank of television monitors.  They were keyed
into the three major networks, CNN, Gotham One
and a local station.  On Gotham One, the city’s all
news station, Batgirl recognized the backdrop of the
Gotham Civic Center.  Curious, she turned up the
volume.  She recognized the woman with the
microphone as Carol Wilson, the station’s society
reporter.
	“.... the beautiful people have turned in force
for the Mayor’s benefit tonight.”  Wilson said.  “In
fact, I think I see one of Gotham’s best coming up
right now.”
	The camera zoomed over Carol Wilson’s
shoulder and focused on the couple headed for a
waiting limousine.  Batgirl’s eyes opened wide as
she recognized the handsome well dressed
gentleman.  Her eyes then tightened in anger when
she saw the woman on his arm.
	“Councilman Kendall, how nice to see you
again...”  Carol began.  
	Whatever inane comments the high priced
clothes horse made after that were lost as Batgirl
concentrated on the big breasted bimbo to Ed’s left.  
	“I know her.”  she thought. 
	Then it came to her.  That was Elizabeth
David, they’d both gone to Gotham State.  Of
course she hadn’t had those massive breasts that she
so prominently displayed back then.  Back then, her
main asset had earned her the sobriquet “Blow Job
Betty.”
	“......and that’s why it’s important for all of
us to lend the Mayor our support for projects like
this.”  Ed said as he answered a question. “Now if
you’ll excuse me, we have a late dinner reservation
at the Carlton Arms.”
	“And a special desert.”  Betty giggled like a
little girl.
	“Carlton Arms!”  Batgirl said in shock. 
“He’s taking that bimbo to the Carlton!”
	A rage flushed through her body at the
thought of Blow Job Betty sharing the bed she’d
reserved for Ed and her.  How could that bastard do 
something like that to her. 
	“Is something wrong?”  Robin said as he
reentered.
	  He scanned the overhead monitors, half
expecting to see some disaster in the making.
Instead he saw only some guy hanging on to one
knockout babe.
	“No, no problem.”  Batgirl said.  “I just
made a mistake about something, that’s all.”
	
	Shrugging his shoulders, Robin led his
female counterpart into one of the adjacent smaller
caverns.  Equipped as a combat training center, it
was relatively easy to set up the trap scenario.  As
they secured a crossbeam in place and attached the
old handcuffs to it, Robin couldn’t help but notice
that Batgirl seemed much more distant than when
they’d first arrived in the Batcave.
	“Are you feeling all right?”  he asked.
	“What?....”  she replied, quickly shaking off
her melancholy mood. “I’m fine, really.  I guess
some of the seafood didn’t agree with me, that’s
all.”
	“We can forget about this, you know.”  said
the Teen Wonder.  “It’s really not all that
important.”  
	“Don’t be silly.”  Batgirl laughed.  “We’re all
ready to go.  Now climb up there and remember
what I showed you.”
	
	After a few seconds hesitation, Robin lifted
his arms high over his head and allowed Batgirl to
secure the restraints around his wrists.  He pulled on
them a few times to test their strength, then nodded
that he was ready.  Before he had started, Robin had
secured a gag around his mouth for the sake of
realism.  Of course it was a lot cleaner than the
original. 
	 Batgirl shifted a few paces to the left and
slowly turned the crank that raised the crossbeam.
After a few turns, Robin was just about the same
height as in the warehouse. 
 
	“Ok, the clock starts........now!”  Batgirl
called out as she watched the giant sweep hand of
the wall clock pass twelve.
	
	Robin went to work instantly, a look of
determination and confidence on his face.  Agile
fingers played with the tumblers of the old bonds,
duplicating the sequence he had been shown earlier. 
He tried it once, then twice, but still the bonds failed
to spring open.
	His look of confidence changed to one of
confusion as a third attempt failed to free him.
Silently, he turned his head in Batgirl’s direction in
search of an explanation.
	
	“Oh, did I forget to mention that you can
change the tumble sequence on those old cuffs.” 
Batgirl replied to his silent question. “After all, what
you really want to learn is how to figure out the
sequence, not just mimic what someone else showed
you.”
	In frustration, Robin tired a variation of the
sequence, then pulled fruitlessly at the metal circles
around his wrists.  He was angry at his own
overconfidence.
	“I can let you down if you want?”  Batgirl
said.
	Robin shook his head no. One way or the
other, he would get out of this on his own.
	
	As the minutes ticked by, Batgirl had a
chance to really study her younger compatriot. 
Strange how she never really noticed before what a
fine tuned body he had.  Muscular, yet lean, the sort
of body a champion swimmer or a acrobat would
have.  In fact, based on some of the maneuvers she’d
seen him execute over the last few years, Batgirl
wouldn’t be surprise if Robin had some sort of
acrobatic background.
	Following the lines of his body, she watched
as every muscle seemed to tense as he tried to get
free.  Powerful legs stretched downward, trying to
give him just a little more leeway.
	It was then she noticed that indeed every
muscle had come into play. Pressed tight against the
confines of his green shorts, his cock had risen to a
full hardness.  Spurred to life by his exertions, his
member was no less impressive that when she’d it
only a few hours before.
	The memory of his young manhood, erect
and exposed brought a now familiar tingle within
her.  She knew that when she got home, there
wasn’t going to be enough batteries in Gotham to
fulfill her need.  Thinking back, she now recognized
the emotion that had filled her as she watched Ma
Parker swallow Robin’s prize.  It hadn’t been anger,
or even disgust - it had been envy!
	Glancing at the clock on the wall to check
Robin’s time, Batgirl noted that it was a quarter to
midnight.  The late supper at the Carlton would just
be drawing to a close.  Ed and Liz would be on their
way up to their room just about now.  No, not their
room...her room.  And her bed!
	Jerking her head away from the clock and
back to Robin, her eyes opened in disbelief.  The
Teen Wonder was still hanging from the beam, but
his familiar red and green costume was gone.  He
was naked, his maleness fully erect and beckoning to
her.
	The purple and gold clad woman blinked a
few times then looked again.  To her relief it had all
been an illusion.  Robin was fully clothed.  But was
it relief she actually felt, or disappointment.  She was
so confused, her hormones were overtaking her
judgment.
	
	Later on, Batgirl would be unable to recall
what actually was going through her mind when she
took that first set forward.  Like a sleepwalker, she
moved forward seemingly without conscious
thought.  Robin was too preoccupied with his
predicament to notice, that is until he felt the
waistband of his shorts being pulled away, then the
warm soft embrace of Batgirl’s gloved hand around
his young cock.  
	Robin’s eyes opened in mute astonishment as
he suddenly looked down and saw the Darknight
Damsel cup his balls and give them a playful
squeeze. The she ran her long fingers up and down
the length of his stiff cock, causing it to grow even
harder.  Even if he hadn’t been gagged, no words
would’ve issued from his lips.  He was in a state of
shock.  His first thought was that he was imagining
it, that this couldn’t really be happening.
	That idea faded as fast as it formed as Batgirl
suddenly dropped down to her knees and tongued
the tip of his cock, licking the small drop of pre-cum
that had formed there.  Then she ran her tongue
down the length of his shaft and swirled it around his
balls. Up one side and down the other, following the
trace she had left with her fingers a few moments
before.
	Reaching the base, the dark garbed woman
sucked on his balls, taking first one then the other
into her mouth.  Then she let them both slide free
and moved back up his now wet shaft.
	In a sudden fluid motion, Batgirl engulfed
the full length of his shaft, sliding the young
manmeat all the way down her throat.  She let it
slide out slowly, then swallowed it once again.  A
fire filled her as all her pent up desires centered on
the taste, the touch, the scent of the young man
before her.    
	No way he was imagining this, thought the
Teen Wonder as every touch of the redhead’s
tongue sent delightful sensations across his helpless
body.  He could feel the rising eruption building in
his balls, knowing that  it was going to be impossible
for him to hold out for long. Part of him wanted to
delay the inevitable, to make it last as long as
possible. Another part screamed to unleash all the
power of his young manhood in one explosive salvo.  
	Truth be known, Batgirl wasn’t as good a
cocksucker as Ma Parker had been, or even as good
as Selina or Jessica.  But for all of either woman’s
skill, neither had been the object of his boyhood lust. 
	Watching his cock slide in and out in those
final moments before he lost control, Robin could
see a look of total rapture fill Batgirl’s face.  A look
reflected on his own.  
	As soon as she felt the first drops of warm
cum splash against the back of her mouth, Batgirl
deep throated Robin’s cock and swallowed the
steady stream as fast as it came.  She’d almost
forgotten how much she loved the taste of a man in
her mouth, and this time it had a special flavor.  In a
strange sort of way, it was almost incestuous.
	She held the softening cock in her mouth for
a few long moments, savoring the tangy taste.  Then
as the sudden sexual fever faded, she led it slip from
her mouth as the realization of what she’d done hit
her.
	
	“Omigod!”  she thought as she stepped back
and rose to her feet.  “Oh God, what have I done?”
she repeated to herself in a silent horror.
	
	“Robin, I don’t know what I can say?”  she
stammered.  “I don’t know how I can explain.....”
	
	The look in Robin’s eyes caused her to
pause.  She had expected to see anger, hostility, a
sense of outrage.  Instead she saw a deep longing, a
desire, a hunger that needed to be filled.
	“You don’t want me to stop...do you?”  she
asked in a soft voice.	
	Carefully, she undid the cloth gag from
around his mouth. She let it fall to the floor as she
repeated the question.
	“No.”  was Robin’s quiet single word reply.
	
	A smile filled her face as she stepped even
closer to the bound boy and kissed him.  As their
lips met, she could feel a passion that was reflected
in her own soul.  Her eager tongue pressed against
his as they took turns sliding into each other’s
mouth.  A second kiss followed, then a third and
fourth.  Batgirl reached up and with one hand, freed
his hands from his bindings.  Once freed, they closed
around the woman before him, pulling her as close
as he could.

	“Why don’t we get you a little more
comfortable.”  Batgirl whispered in his ear.
	
	A soft snapped filled the air as Robin’s bright
yellow cape drop from his shoulders onto the floor. 
Then, one by one, Batgirl undid the laces that held
his red vest together, until that too joined the cape
on the padded floor.  Lifting the green shirt he wore
underneath, Batgirl exposed a strong, lightly haired
chest.  Gloved hands stroked well developed
muscles, taking a moment to tweak the small nipples
in the center.
	“I’m glad you like that.”  she said.  “I’ve got
a lot more that I think you’re going to like.”
	Leaning forward, she stretched out her
tongue and caressed his nipples.  It didn’t take long
for them to become erect.  Kissing each one, she
drew them inside her mouth and sucked gently.  Too
often, young men freaked if they found themselves
enjoying activities that they associated as being
things that guys did to girls. They often associated
such enjoyment with some sort of latent
homosexuality.  Thankfully, Robin seemed to be
beyond that.  
	It didn’t take long before Robin was wearing
only the black mask on his face and nothing else. 
Reluctantly, Batgirl stepped back from his embrace
and took a few more steps back. 
	“Mind if I get comfortable too”? she grinned.
	
	First went her purple and gold cape.  With a
wave of her arm, she tossed it atop Robin’s own. 
Next went her boots and gloves, followed by her
utility belt.  Then, with slow, deliberate movements,
she unzipped the back of her body suit. Carefully,
she pealed it off her body, aware of Robin’s eyes
following her every move.  Finally, she stood there
in only her bra, panties and cowl.
	Unclasping the back hook of her bra, Batgirl
wished for a second she had worn the lace green pair
she’d left back on her bed.  Then she reflected that
they’d never had lasted through the earlier fight. 
Freeing her breasts and letting the plain white bra
join the growing pile on the floor, she rubbed them a
few times, restoring her circulation. The sports bra
was normally a tight fit.  The matching panties
quickly joined it on the floor.  Then she hesitated.
	The beats of her heart quickened as she
reached up and undid the snaps of her cowl.  She
started to lift it, then paused once more.
	“This is my decision.”  she said as she looked
right at Robin.  “It’s not something that you have to
reciprocate.”
	Then, with a sudden, quick gesture, the cowl
and long haired red wig that defined her Batgirl
identity dropped to the ground. 
	“Well.....what do you think?”  Barbara
Gordon asked as she struck a pose.  “I know I’m no
Catwoman but......”
	“No.....”  Robin cut her off in mid-sentence. 
“You’re much more beautiful.”
	“I bet you say that to all the naked
crimefighters.”  Barbara laughed.
	
	Robin could only think of one way to prove
he meant it.  Without hesitation, he reached up and
pulled off his own mask.  The look of recognition on
Barbara’s face was instantaneous.
	
	“Dick Grayson,”  Barbara said to herself. 
“How could I not have recognized him before?”
	She’d been introduced to Grayson at a dozen
charity fund-raisers for the library, how could she
not have recognized him? It wasn’t like he wore a
cowl and wig like she did, that she could’ve
understood.  It was like someone putting on a pair
of glasses and all your friends thinking you were
someone else.  
	Then it hit her that every time she’d been
introduced to Dick, he’d been with his guardian,
Bruce Wayne.  When you had such an impressive
hunk as the millionaire chairman of Wayne
Enterprises in front of you, it was hard to notice the
kid with him. 
	“Omigod!”  a mental voice screamed in
Barbara’s mind as a curtain rose and the obvious
suddenly became clear.  “Wayne is The Batman!”
	Bruce Wayne was The Batman.  It seemed
so unbelievable.  Who would ever have thought that
a playboy like that could be the dreaded specter of
the night.  Then again, who would’ve ever thought
of Barbara Gordon as Batgirl when  you stopped to
think about it.
	She flashed back to the night she’d become
Batgirl.  To that silly smile Wayne had flashed at her
when she’d told him her name was Batgirl. 
Suddenly his secret joke made sense.
	
	“Something funny?”  a confused Dick asked.
	
	“Sorry,”  a beaming Barbara said, a wide
smile on her face.  “I just got the punch line to an
old joke.  I’ll explain it to you later.”

	Barbara stepped forward and took Dick by
the hand.  They took a few steps together, then she
asked...
	“With all the caverns you have down here, is
there one that has a bed?”
	Of course there was.  In fact, it was a perfect
recreation of the master bedroom of Wayne Manor
above.  Complete with a oversized four posted bed. 
No R.J. Nickels here.  At that moment, Barbara
couldn’t care if it was a  storeroom with an army
cot.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* 
	
	Laying across the satin sheets, the two
adventures slowly, gently, explored each other’s
bodies.  Soft kisses, gentle strokes and quiet words
stretched minutes into a half hour.  Starting at her
neck, Dick kissed his way down to Barbara’s
breasts.  he covered them with soft pecks before
demonstrating the skill he had learned at the hands
of his other lovers.  
	Barbara moaned softly as Dick played with
her nipples with both his hands and his mouth. 
Artfully his tongue traced the outline of the small
pink circles before pressing his face deep within the
valley between. His tongue licked every inch of
exposed flesh, planting kisses along the way. 
Barbara slid her hand under her left breast and lifted
it, guiding the nipple into his mouth.  Dick eagerly
took the offering and delivered the same pleasure
she’d given him before.  He quickly shifted to her
other mound, all the while continuing to stroke her
body.  His hand slid down to between her legs and
he gently caressed the soft red haired mound.
	Barbara leaned back on the bead and spread
her legs, inviting Dick to further take of her delights. 
Continuing his tongue and lips journey down across
her body, he quickly reached the center of her
sexuality.  He planted a kiss to the left of her pearl,
then the right, before spreading Barbara’s moist lips
with his fingers to exposed the excited clit within. 
	 A loud sigh escaped Barbara’s lips as Dick
made contact with her love button.  Whatever his
other shortcomings in the art of lovemaking might
have been, it was quickly obvious that he was a first
class pussy licker.  Spreading her legs as far as she
could, the 23 year old rolled her head back and
closed her eyes, loosing herself in the warm
sensations radiating out from her sexual center.
	Barbara’s cunt grew wetter and wetter with
each passage of her younger lover’s tongue.  He slid
a finger inside her, adding it’s motion to the rhythm
he’d established.  Faster and faster moved both
appendages, saturating the surrounding red hair with
sticky girlcum.  And with each repetition, both the
waves of delight and loud moans that accompanied
them increased as well.
	“Oh yes,”  Barbara yelled. “Lick my pussy,
you’ve gotten it so..so wet.  I want to cum!”
	It wasn’t long before she got her wish as she
felt her body tense up and eruption of fire explode
between her legs.  Cascading waves of passion
ripped through her quaking form as the byproducts
of her eruption covered Dick’s face.  Ever since the
night he had first sucked Catwoman’s pussy, Dick
had loved the taste of a woman’s cum.  He eagerly
lapped up as much as he could.
	The oscillating surf that gripped her had
barely crested before Barbara quickly shifted into an
upright position and pulled Dick to her.  She kissed
him hard, tasting her own fruit in his mouth.  Again
and again she kissed him, alternating those deep soul
kisses with ones on his cheeks.  Kisses that cleared
the sticky residue that covered his cheeks. 
	“I want you inside me.”  she panted in
between kisses.  “I want your cock in my pussy!” 
she said in a much louder voice.  
	Pushing the younger man down on the bed,
Barbara spun around and mounted him.  Her back to
his face, he was able to reach up and take hold of
her breasts.  With a firm grip on each soft mound,
Dick played with each nipple as she began to ride his
ever hard cock up and down.
	“Oh yes....yes!!”  Barbara panted as she felt
Dick’s manhood fill her again and again.  It felt so
good.  It had been so very long since it had felt so
good.
	Pinned down by her weight and the force
with which she slammed her sugar walls down
around his pleasure pole, there wasn’t much Dick
could do but lay back and enjoy the ride.  Not that
he was complaining of course.  It seemed to be a
familiar pattern by now.  In the end, he always
seemed to become a mere extension of his cock.  It
was the position in which both Selina and Jessica
had always used.  They had always needed to have
the dominate role.  Just once he’d like to have it be
different.
	As if she could read his mind, Barbara had
the same exact thought.  Part of her mind flashed
back to the conversation they’d had earlier.  It only
took a second to make a decision.
	Pulling herself off him, she jumped forward
onto the length of the long bed.  Spreading out her
arms and legs she lifted her crotch up into the air
and invited Dick to enter her on his own.
	The 17 year old didn’t waste a second.  He
rose to his knees and took a firm hold on the front of
her legs.  With all the force he could muster, he
pushed himself inside of her.  Again and again, he
felt his balls slam against her body as he pushed
harder and harder.
	“Deeper....deeper!...Omigod...yes!” Barbara
yelled yet again.  
	Beads of sweat ran down both their bodies
as they began to rut like wild animals.  Long gone
were the two cool, logical crimefighters, they had
been left behind in the pile of costumes in the outer
room.  As she felt each new thrust of Dick’s cock,
Barbara thought of the countless nights he’d
masturbated thinking about a night like this.  A
thought that must have been on his mind as well.  It
drove both of them to a state neither had ever
approached before.
	Breaths came in labored short gasps and
Barbara felt her vision blur as what had to be the
most intense orgasm of her young life set every
nerve of her body afire.  Bright lights flashed before
her eyes as she soared above that plateau she had
only dreamed about.
	Then as quickly as it had occurred, the
sensation began to fade.  Her vision cleared, and in
the silence her heartbeat began to slowly return to
normal.  But the memory would never fade.  It
would be something she would remember night after
night.
	Collapsing on her stomach across the bed,
Barbara felt Dick lay down across her.  He was as
exhausted as she was.  Sometime during her brief
journey into bliss, Dick had caught up with her and
sent a hot burst of whiteness splashing across her
ass.  Her eyes half closed, she reached back and
wiped her fingers across the gummy film.  She lifted
the cum covered fingers to her lips and licked them
clean.  An action that brought a broad smile to
Dick’s face before he drifted into a deep sleep. 
Moments later, Barbara joined him in the sleep of
the contented.

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* 
	
	The morning dawn would not only bring a
new day but a new team.  A new Dynamic Duo - the
team of Batgirl and Robin.......



END




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