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Subject: Batgirl - The Untold Origin - Part 2 (mf, cons)
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Batgirl - The Untold Origin
Part 2

Barbara Gordon ran through the routine once more in her mind. It was
easy, and she had mastered it years ago, yet it had been months since
she had completed it successfully. This time would be different. It
would be last gymnastics competition, and she was determined to make a
good showing.

She took a deep breath, and jumped up to the taller of the uneven
parallel bars, pulled herself up easily and spun her lithe body around
it twice. The strength was there, the agility was there. For a moment
Barbara felt a return of the old form that many thought would put her
on the Olympic team.

With effortless grace she swung into a handstand, held it, and arced
back down, keeping her rigid form perpendicular to the bar. She swung
her legs up the other side, catching her hips on the lower bar. She
could sense the correctness of her timing, the perfection of her
velocity. The move would swing her around the lower bar, the whip her
backwards up to the high bar.

But halfway through the maneuver she felt it go wrong. Again. Her body
released a fraction of a second too late. And instead of flying up,
she was tossed straight back, the upper bar far out of reach. She
landed with a loud slap on the mat in a spread sitting position.

Although she immediately hopped back up to the bar, she never
recovered. Embarrassed and humiliated, her determination left her, and
with it her strength. She struggled to pull herself up to the top bar,
barely managed to spin herself around it, and dragged her feet on the
mat twice, each time completely destroying the move she was
attempting. She badly miscued a routine dismount and fell to all
fours, hot, bitter tears of disappointment spattering on the mat.

Barbara quickly shook herself into control and trotted into the locker
room, avoiding looking at her father and Bruce Wayne, who'd come to
see her last high school state finals meet. Most importantly, she
avoided the gaze of Dick Grayson, Wayne's ward. She'd met him a few
months ago at a fund raiser her father had taken her to at Wayne
Manor, and they'd become fond of each other. Now, sitting alone in the
locker room, she didn't know how she could ever face him again. Yet
he'd brought her here. She would have to leave with him.

Carol Hodges, her coach, appeared from the tournament area and sat
beside her, putting a comforting arm around the girl's shoulder.

"I used to be good," Barbara said between sniffles. "I don't
understand what I'm doing wrong!"

"You're not doing anything wrong," he coach assured her. "You're as
good as you ever were. It's just...it's just the laws of physics
working against you."

Barbara looked at Mrs. Hodges with wet, questioning brown eyes. She
could see that her coach was having difficulty with whatever she
needed to say.

"You've become a very attractive young woman, Barb. A very...nicely
endowed young woman." The coach gave her student a small,
conspiratorial smile quickly followed with a wink. "That certainly has
its advantages. But it also means your body's center of gravity has
been thrown way off by the weight of your own breasts."

The two were silent a moment as Barbara reflected on this previously
undrempt-of thought. Was it really possible? Could her own figure
really be the cause of all this?

"I'm sorry," Carol continued. "But being a world-class gymnast just
isn't possible for you anymore. There are so many other things you
excel at, so many other awards waiting for you to win."

Inwardly, Barbara scoffed at the idea. She didn't need or particularly
want awards or medals, and almost said so. She checked herself just in
time, realizing it could lead her coach to ask questions she'd rather
not answer. But it angered her profoundly that all her plans, all she
had worked for the past two years, was now in jeopardy just because
she had big tits.

"I'll be all right," Barbara said instead. "I'll feel better after a
shower." She stood and began to undress. Carol Hodges smiled at her,
marveling at the girl's inner strength.

Barbara Gordon stepped into the shower and let the warm water was over
her. Awards were nothing. But if she couldn't even swing around the
uneven bars, how could she expect to swing around town on a line like
the Batman?

As always, the moment that name drifted through her mind she felt the
insatiable tingling between her legs. She almost put her hand there,
to relieve her anxiety, as she had so often in the past. But at that
moment several girls from other teams entered the locker room.

Impressing the Batman was the only reward that mattered to her now,
had been the only thing for years, ever since the first time she'd met
him, when he had rescued her from Mind Bender and gave her her very
first orgasm.

She remembered little else about that traumatic experience. Six months
of therapy and her own iron will had carried her through it, but the
details were now lost in the dim recesses of her mind. To Barbara,
what happened was only important in that it gave her life purpose,
direction. She knew from the moment that the mysterious dark figure
had rescued her that he was a man to be emulated. Despite the Batman's
relationship with her father, Barbara had never seen him before that
moment, and had only glimpsed him twice since.

She longed to feel the excitement between her legs which he had caused
so many years ago. She had to be like him, so that he would notice
her. She already had a costume started, and she was certain that once
she emerged as Batgirl, Batman would admire her, and then she would be
his.

But now she discovered that despite her strength, training and
agility, her own body had betrayed her. Because of  the way her body
had developed, swinging above the rooftops with the Dark Knight was
out of the question. She groaned inwardly, both from despair at the
loss of her dreams, and the growing desire between her legs. It
quickly became apparent she would have no time alone, so she left the
shower and toweled off. By the time she had dressed she felt ready to
face the three men who surely waited for her.

She found them in the stands, looking at her with sympathy. Her father
hugged her, and Bruce made some comment she didn't listen to. Only
Dick seemed to know what she needed: a smile and silence. Only he knew
she wanted to put the dreadful experience immediately behind her.

"Would you like some dinner?" he asked. Barbara agreed, eager to be
away from the uncomfortable older men.

Dick was easy to be with, taking her to a small, quiet restaurant and
helping her forget her poor performance on the bars. In the end,
however, it was she who broke an awkward silence by telling him many
of her greatest dreams had died that day.

"Seems to me you have a choice then," Dick told her as if he'd been
pondering this subject for years. "Either find  new dreams, or find a
new ways to achieve your old ones."

It was like Dick to not ask what dreams she could possibly have had
that were now dead, but instead to simply offer the best solution
given the information he had. He never pried, and she prized that
about him. What Dick had just said sounded like something her father
might have said. Yet coming from this young man, it somehow seemed
incredibly profound. Dick was right, of course. Find a new way....

Barbara Gordon brightened noticeably after that, and the two enjoyed
each other's company late into the evening. When Dick took her home,
he accepted her invitation to come inside.

"Daddy's gone," she announced while turning on the lights. "I've never
seen anyone work so hard at something so unpleasant as police work."

"I know what you mean. Bruce can be like that," Dick replied
distantly, and Barbara only barely managed to stop herself from
laughing out loud. He sounded so serious, but she knew the most
unpleasant thing Bruce Wayne ever had to do was decide whether he
wanted a blonde or brunette bimbo on his arm at his next party.

She recovered nicely and noticed an odd smile on Dick's face, as if he
had a private joke, but she chose not to pursue it. She wasn't sure
she could maintain her composure if he compared Bruce's life to her
father's again. Besides, she was suddenly and quite unexpectedly
struck by Dick's appearance. Something about the particular lighting
showed his physique in a way she hadn't noticed before. She had never
realized how strong he was, yet power fairly radiated from him.
Although he was a year younger than herself, she hadn't guessed it for
some time after they had first met, as he behaved with such confidence
and maturity.

At that moment her pussy began to quiver. It had been tingly ever
since her shower, and had refused to settle down. Now, as she looked
at Dick, it positively throbbed. Suddenly she realized she was
staring, and he knew it. She blushed hotly, but she felt wetness
growing between her legs. Almost without thinking she stepped close to
the young man she knew so little about and took his hand. She stood on
her toes to give hive him a quick, soft kiss, then a longer, more
meaningful one.

Barbara raised his hand to her breast, pressing his palm firmly
against her. "Take me Dick," she whispered. "Give me something good to
remember this day for."

She was shocked at herself. She had never considered making love to
anyone but Batman, but the urgings within her would not be denied. At
the same time, Dick surprised her. He went all shaky and stiff. For
the first time since she had known him, he lost his confidence and
control. Then she remembered his real age, not his perceived age, and
realized she had just asked him to surrender his virginity. But then,
in a real sense, she was surrendering hers as well.

"I...ahhh...." Dick stammered. Barbara sense him backing out, getting
cold feet, yet her aching pussy cried out for relief, and for some
reason she couldn't explain she desperately wanted him. She decided to
give him a little encouragement.

"I need you," she whispered, pulling at her blouse hard enough to pop
the buttons. Her breasts heaved beneath a black lace bra, the hint of
bright red nipples visible at the tip of each mound. With a quick
motion of nimble fingers, she unsnapped the clasp between her breasts,
and the cups flew wide.

Dick Grayson stared with wide-eyed, almost childish wonder, at her
magnificent chest. She placed his hands on her tits and sighed deeply.
Barbara kissed his neck as he gently fondled her, teasing her nipples
and making her moan. In the back of her mind she wondered why she was
so determined to get laid this night, with this man. But as he pulled
her close and planted a passionate kiss on her soft, full lips, she
ceased to care.

She led the way to her bedroom, shrugging her blouse and bra down her
shoulders along the way. Once inside the threshold to her room,
however, Dick seemed to have second thoughts again.

"Look, Barb, I really like you, but maybe this isn't...."

Barbara acted quickly, instinctively. She unzipped her skirt and let
it fall to the floor. Now dressed only in four-inch pumps and black
lace bikini panties, she sauntered to Dick in her sexiest manner and
rubbed her crotch firmly up and down his thigh.

"I can see you want me Dick," she breathed, stroking the growing bulge
in his pants. "Take me." When she still got no response from the
trembling young man, she decided to be even more direct. "Sink your
hard cock into my pussy! I'm so wet and hot!"

After a few moments Barbara felt his tentative fingers at the
waistband of her panties, and then his trembling hand slipped
underneath. She moaned in satisfaction as she felt him exploring her,
foraging through the light forest of pubic hair and into the damp,
warm recesses of her slit.

She crumpled against him and opened her legs a little. When his
probing fingers made contact with her swollen clit, she gasped
sharply. Dick jerked his finger away, afraid he'd hurt her somehow.

"No, it's okay!" she said with more than a hint of desperation. "It
felt good!"

Barbara felt his fingers once more searching under the wet, sensitive
folds of flesh between her legs and she melted against him. He teased
and massaged her clit firmly, and she could already feel a marvelous
orgasm building within her.

Dick pushed her backwards, gently but firmly laying her back on the
bed. She settled into the soft mattress, her feet still on the floor,
and saw Dick staring down at her with hunger and passion. For the
first time it struck Barbara how slutty her behavior was, but
strangely that excited her, rather than give her pause. In fact, it
inspired her to do even more.

She spread her legs and stroked her crotch with her hands, feeling the
dampness on her panties. "I need you Dick," she said again as he
removed his shirt, revealing an exquisitely sculpted chest and torso.
As he pulled off his pants and underwear she realized he was no longer
fumbling or jittery. His self confidence and control had returned.

The next thing that struck her, of course, was his cock. Hard and
throbbing, seven inches long and a third of that wide, it nevertheless
seemed small to her. She didn't realize it, but she was comparing it
to the only other penis she'd ever seen, Mind Bender's. On a conscious
level, she couldn't even picture the villain's prick, but
subconsciously she remembered it well.

Far from disappointing her, though, Dick's tool both relaxed and
excited her. While the specific events of the Mind Bender trauma were
buried deep, she was aware that her only other experience with
intercourse was painful. This cock, however, was not fearsome. This
was an instrument to deliver pleasure, and she intended to get all she
could from it.

Dick hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, and
Barbara raised her hips as he slid them down to the floor. Now
kneeling between her legs, Dick spread her unresisting thighs wide.
Barbara felt a cool draft waft across her naked, open pussy, and knew
her inner labia must be swollen, that her bright pink inner flesh must
look like a flower in full bloom.

She shuddered and moaned as Dick tenderly traced a finger along this
super-sensitive flesh, exploring an aspect of feminine mystery she
realized he probably hadn't dreamt of  before. She smiled, oddly
endeared by the idea of being an instructional tool for his education
into adulthood.

The she felt a quick, out of place tug, just above her throbbing clit,
and swore under her breath with a sickening flash of realization. The
one thing she kept from her ordeal with Mind Bender, the only remnant
she had of that experience, was the piercing. She had secretly kept
the hole open for weeks with a pierced ear post, for what reason she
couldn't tell. But one day she saw a golden charm in a jewelry store,
and then she did know. From that day to this, she wore the golden
emblem of Batman on her pussy. It had been there so long she rarely
thought of it anymore, but she had subconsciously longed for the day
she could reveal it to the Dark Knight himself.

But now Dick had seen it. He looked quizzically at it, but mercifully
asked no questions. Instead, he pried her labia as wide apart as
possible and planted a kiss squarely on her clit. Barbara gasped
sharply again, but this time he recognized it for what it was, and did
not back away. Rather, he sucked on it and flicked it with his tongue.
Barbara arched her back and squealed in delight. Dick tried lightly
nibbling on it, which produced a loud groan from her.

He licked up and down the length of her wet, pungent slit, tasting her
love oil. He probed the entrance to her vagina and she shuddered
again.

"Oh God, you're driving me crazy!" she moaned. "Don't stop!"

Dick glanced up at her writhing body and saw her squeezing her large
breasts. She lifted her feet from the floor to the edge of the bed,
and was rewarded by feeling his tongue snake deeper inside her.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried. "Yes! I need you Dick! I need you now!"

Dick almost reluctantly pulled away from her and stood. For a moment
he gazed at her gaping pussy lips, pulsating hungrily, then gripped
his iron-hard cock and positioned it against her tiny vaginal opening.

"Fuck my cunt Dick! Fuck my cunt!"

He pushed forward, watching with fascination as his prick disappeared
inside her. He felt the near-scalding heat of her pussy and sighed.
Her velvety walls stretched out to accommodate him, and seemed to grip
his cock with heavenly power.

His pelvis bumped hers. His black pubic hair mingled with her light
brown fuzz. He pulled back slowly, seeing how she had wet his shaft.
He plunged it back into her again with a grunt, a little faster this
time, and was rewarded with a gasping moan from the girl.

Barbara watched him through half-closed lids. His attention was
riveted on the juncture of their bodies as he began steadily pumping
her. She quickly began thrusting her hips up in rhythm with his,
encouraging him to stroke her harder and faster.

"Your pussy's tight!" Dick exclaimed. "I never dreamed it could feel
like this!"

Barbara smiled, glad to be pleasing him. "Your cock feels wonderful!
Do it harder!"

Dick redoubled his efforts, slamming into her with near-brute force.
Barbara proclaimed her satisfaction with high-pitched squeals of
delight, struggling to keep up with his thrusts with her own frantic
humping. Within moments she climaxed in a blinding fury of unbridled
passion. It ripped through her body with nuclear force. She howled out
her ecstasy with almost terrifying volume.

"Oh God Batman! YES! YES! YES! OHHHHHH.......!"

She felt Dick pause for just a moment, the continued on stronger than
before. Barbara realized what she had just blurted out, and blushed
with embarrassment, but with Dick's prick impaling her again and
again, the incident was quickly erased from her mind. Her body
trembled as Dick lunged into her with three powerful strokes that slid
her across the bed.

Grunting like a wild animal, Dick climaxed himself, shooting come deep
into her waiting womb. Barbara wrapped her legs tightly around his
hips, trapping him deep inside her. She could feel his cock jumping
and throbbing like a thing alive within her body as he shot stream
after stream of hot semen into her.

At last, spent and exhausted, he collapsed on top of her, resting his
head on her soft, full breasts. Barbara held him tightly, caressing
his back, as she felt his softening cock withdrawing from her. Her
heated passion was only partially cooled, and she closed her eyes and
smiled happily when Dick sucked a red nipple into his mouth. Soon one
of his hands found its way between her legs, and he began to tickle
and tease her.

Barbara, feeling an itch growing once more in her pussy so deep that
only a nice hard cock could scratch it, could feel Dick's penis
against her thigh, soft. She decided she had to do something about
that, but the only thing that came to mind was a act she'd always told
herself she could never bring herself to perform. Still, she smiled
inwardly as she reflected on the small pleasure she took at shocking
the straight-laced young man beside her. And she had to admit a
certain pleasure at shocking herself too.

"Let me clean you up a bit," she said, making up her mind. She slid
smoothly down his hard body to his cock, and held it gently in her
hand. She purposely looked up his chest into his blue eyes, smiled
broadly, and closed her lips around the purple head of his shaft.

His surprised, and pleased, expression was satisfying indeed to
Barbara, who found herself not nearly so revolted as she had expected.
She tasted the sharp tang of her own sex on him, and enthusiastically
sucked it off. She licked up and down his gradually hardening shaft,
working her tongue energetically along the blue vein on the bottom
after the gasp he made when she first did it. She sucked his balls
into her mouth one at a time and cleaned them, then returned to his
shaft, once more hard as a rail.

She closed her mouth over the tip once more, then bobbed her head up
and down, managing to get about half of it into her mouth. Dick's
breathing became heavy and irregular, so she stopped before she was
denied what she needed as well. Holding his erection in her small
hand, she said in a mock-concerned tone, "Oh dear, I've gone and got
you all hard again. What are we going to do about that?"

They smiled at each other, then Barbara straddled his hips, lowering
herself gratefully onto him. She quickly started humping up and down,
riding him like a wild stallion, and though she climaxed quickly Dick
was just getting started.

She rolled onto all fours, and he kneeled behind her, sinking his cock
quickly and easily into her soaked pussy. He rammed his hips forward
in steady, strong strokes, his hips slapping loudly against her firm
ass. Barbara tossed her head back and squealed up to the ceiling,
rocking back against him. After a few moments he pulled out of her,
and she moaned in frustration, but he positioned her onto her side
and, taking the cue, draped one leg over his shoulder.

The girl saw him looking at her spread pussy, and she could feel
herself how the swollen labia were pulsating, as if begging
desperately for the cock to return. Dick answered the plea quickly,
plunging his thick shaft into her again, and in this new position
attained even greater depths inside her than before. He fucked her
with hard, even strokes as she pinched and pulled on her stiff red
nipples, moaning with passion.

Finally she felt his cock lurch inside her again, and a new flood of
hot come poured into her as Dick grunted. She cried out with yet
another climax of her own. Then, utterly spent, they collapsed beside
each other, exhausted.

They lay for long minutes in each other's arms, catching their breath.
Finally Barbara sighed and smiled. "That was wonderful, Dick. Thank
you!"

"Yeah." His reply was short, curt, and Barbara was suddenly aware that
a dark mood had come over him, had been there almost from the moment
of his last orgasm.

"What's wrong?"

Dick hesitated for so long she thought he wasn't going to answer. "Why
did you call me Batman before?" he finally asked.

Damn, she thought. One slip, during a passionate moment, and how she
had to come up with a difficult explanation. The truth she would not
tell. The truth was hers, it was private, and she would share with no
one, ever, except the Batman himself.

"Well, ummm, I guess you can tell I have a thing about Batman." She
toyed with the charm on her pussy and smiled, trying to make light of
it. When he didn't smile back, her own faded. "I, uh, I guess I said
it because you screwed me like a superhero! Batman himself couldn't
have done it better!"

It was a lame explanation, and she knew it. But when she looked into
his face and saw how his expression darkened, she was completely off
guard. She didn't expect him to be happy, but he seemed to be taking
it personally, as if she had called out the name of an envied older
brother.

Barbara tried to cheer him up. She liked Dick and didn't want their
friendship to end, especially for such a stupid reason. But he refused
to lighten up, and their close proximity soon became unbearable. At
last he mercifully told her he had to leave. They dressed in silence
and she walked him to the door.

"Dick," she said as he walked through the threshold, "I had a
wonderful time. Thank you."

Dick, turned only halfway to her, nodded once without looking at her,
and walked away, leaving her puzzled and hurt. Barbara knew their
friendship had ended, and spent a few moments in regret. Then she told
herself that perhaps it was for the best. A long term sexual
relationship with him was not possible, not when there was the Batman
to think about. 

Besides, she recalled, she had more cause to be grateful to Dick than
he could ever have dreamed, certainly more cause than a mere good
fuck. He had given her inspiration, a new way to approach life, to
achieve her goals.

"Find a new way," he had said. Barbara Gordon smiled as she went back
to bed, knowing the night would be a sleepless one as her mind raced
with suddenly opened doorways of opportunity waiting for her
consideration. She would find a new way to attain her dream, she knew
that now, and she had Dick to thank for it, for bringing her out of
her self pity to consider alternatives to her original plan.

New ways, she realized for the first time, were plentiful. She had her
future again.


