Loading...“Turn… over… Batgirl…” Sexual urgency and power seasoned the woman’s voice as she slowly and deliberately ordered me–not asked–to do her bidding. I swallowed hard and focused on my breathing to avoid hyperventilating. I was never so excited in my life.
My hands and knees on the mattress I arched my back so that my ass and soaking wet pussy were clearly exposed to the woman’s view: I was ready for her entry.
The muscular man, now wearing only his Batman mask, stood chained to the wall only ten feet from the bed where I was, unrestrained but completely in the power of the evil Catwoman.
“You want this, don’t you?” she whispered, her lips and chin alone exposed beneath a black leather mask.
“Yes!” I hissed. “I want it…” My voice sounded impatient, even to my ears.
“Batgirl! Try to resist!” the man chained to the wall barked. I was too far gone for that.
“You are so naughty, Batgirl. I’m glad you fell into my trap.” She sneered cruelly
I lowered my shoulders to the bed, spreading my arms wide. The weight of the beautiful woman pressed against my bare form. Sticky skin on the back of my thighs clung to her smoothness while her full breasts, shielded beneath her leather costume, slid across my lower back as she slapped her open palms flush to my hips. She gathered my loins in her grasp, aiming the firm rubber arrow at my most private parts. The well lubricated rubber tip of her dildo pressed against the opening of my body. A sigh slipped past my lips as the pressure of the rubber intruder increased.
“You should know you can’t beat the Catwoman.”
The massive device strapped around her slim waist split the lips of my pussy and plunged to the depths of my body in one rapid dive. A choking sensation in my throat strangled any protests I might have offered at this point. The depths her masculine weapon plumbed in my body had been, as yet, untouched. I gasped in a vain attempt to catch my breath. This attack was greater than any I had ever experienced in my short life. My heartbeat roared in my ears and the familiar twitch of an impending climax tickled my bellybutton. Was I coming already?
I twisted the sheets in my fists, both arms extended towards the edge of the bed, and gritting my teeth in a delightful combination of pain, surrender, passion, and sexual panic I felt every muscle in my body spasm. Uncontrolled trembling shook me to my core so that my entire body burned from the exertion of my mind-numbing orgasm. The scream I left in the pillow, no doubt, turned the avian filling to dust.
The woman chuckled quietly while she pulled the device to the edge of my sex and then plunged forward with all her strength, burying it as deep as my body could accommodate. I gasped and tried to call out for mercy but I could not make the words come out. She must have sensed my distress but leaned in close to the back of head to torment me instead of comfort me.
“Now, you’re a real Bat-woman.” I tried to voice some protest but nothing came out except the rush of my breath.
Wait! Let me explain how this all came to be.
My name is Jolynn. I’m 26 years old, pretty, though kinda short, but well built and athletic. I had a fantasy about Batgirl and Catwoman for a long time but never gave it a second thought until recently.
I read a story on the internet at some amateur porn site and liked it. I looked at the author’s information (Max was his name) and thought I would send him a note. What happened after that was more than I expected.
Max was an older guy, in his early 40’s, but the information he sent me about himself was kind of weird: almost guarded, like he did not want to tell me everything about himself. I pressed him a little and he asked me to relate the details of my sexual fantasy while he explained that he might be able to fulfill it “somehow.”
Against my better judgment I told him about my fascination with Batgirl, Catwoman, and a bunch of other stuff. A week later, when an invitation arrived in my inbox to a fancy costume party arrived I was intrigued. The invitation contained a coupon for a free hand-made custom Batgirl costume. With that, I was captivated. I didn’t care if this Max guy was a fat, horny, old Republican, it would be worth it for an evening as Batgirl. Little did I know…
The guy at the costume shop, where I picked up my outfit, looked at me funny and said, “This was a special order done as a one-of-a-kind. We’ve never had something fit to order like this one.”
“Whadda ya mean?” I inquired.
The man cocked his head, “Well, it was fitted to some clothes that we got about a week ago.” With his answer the man extended a bag towards me. “This is yours, I think.”
I shrugged, took the bag and the costume and went back to my apartment. When I opened the bag I found the clothes inside were mine!
Holy shit! I thought. They fitted this costume from my clothes. Somehow my clothes had been stolen to make sure this costume fit me correctly. My heart jumped. This was not cool, at all! I picked up the phone to call the police. The idea of someone breaking into my apartment and stealing my clothes–regardless of the reason–was dangerous and I needed to contact the authorities. With the phone in my hand, I searched the bag for more clues but found none. The Batgirl costume beckoned to me and I just could not resist looking at it more closely. I put the phone down to examine the outfit.
The entire thing was made from black silk and the stockings felt like liquid satin across my palms. A lump built up in my throat. I had to try it on.
I stripped off my clothes quickly, despite a curious trembling in my hands. Each piece of the outfit slid over my skin smoothly. I was glad I had shaved that morning. As the fabric loitered over every inch of my exposed flesh I found a growing dampness between my legs. This crazy costume was making me hot!
When I pulled the tights on, a funny little lump in the crotch of the reinforced panty caught my attention because it pressed directly against my clit. This costume had everything!
In the mirror, with the garb in place, I looked like Batgirl. I was so excited I had to masturbate to relieve the incredible sexual tension the reflection caused in me. I sat in a chair so I could stare at the disconnected entity in the mirror, this Batgirl, who sat where I should have been, this female superhero looking more beautiful and more sexy than any female had a right to look. It was exciting to watch the sexy Batgirl in the mirror, plucking at her crotch.
My hand slid inside the black hot pants, pushing aside the silk stockings, so I could trace my finger along the slit between the lips of swollen puss. The first touch caused my entire body to shudder, I was that turned on.
My hand drove between my legs clawing at my clit trying to coax an orgasm quickly to the surface. The costumed figure in the mirror lurched forward and jerked several times as I rapidly approached an orgasm.
A loud knock on my door broke the spell.
Shit!
“Who is it?” I squeaked. No one had used the buzzer to enter the building so it must be a neighbor, I thought. “Yeah!” I shouted. Another knock.
Damn it! I twisted off the mask, covered the rest of my costume with my robe and stomped towards the door, angry because someone could be so rude as to disturb my fantasy. I was irate and I did not even look out the peep hole, I just twisted the knob and yanked the door open wide.
A large man bulled his way through my doorway and twisted my arm behind my back. His huge palm covered my mouth before I could yell and he pulled my body tight against his thick chest.
Another man, considerably smaller than the one mashing me, followed us through the door shutting it behind him.
“Okay. Let’s get ‘er outta here.” The small one barked. I was terrified.
“Ya sure dis is her?” The big one asked with a boxer’s slur tinging his voice.
The little man stepped in front of us and pulled open my robe to expose my Batgirl costume. “Yeah,” was all he said. I lashed out at him with my foot connecting solidly between his legs. He fell to the ground in a heap.
“Dat wasn’t nice,” the big guy mumbled. He pressed an acrid smelling rag to my nose. The room began to spin and then I saw black.
***
When my eyes focused again I found myself in a dimly lit room, where the walls were covered in maps and drawings of banks and other buildings. Velcro straps held both my wrists and ankles tightly bound as I lay on what appeared to be a single bed.
Two men sat in chairs staring intently at me and a figure to my left. I turned my head and saw, to my disbelief, a woman in a Catwoman outfit pacing the floor. This was too weird!
Snap!
The loud pop of her whip caught me by surprise. The woman dressed in the Catwoman garb sidled over to the bed where I lay helpless. Leaning in close I could feel her hot breath on my face despite the mask which someone replaced while I was unconscious.
“Batgirl, we meet at last,” she cooed.
“What the fuck?” I blurted out only to be interrupted by the sensual figure standing over me.
“Shhh,” she shushed me before she leaned closer. “There’s gonna be an extra thousand in it if you play this right,” she whispered as an aside.
“What are you..?” The woman’s hand covered my mouth quickly cutting off my protests.
“Shut up! These guys are gonna pony up another couple of grand if we do this like pros,” she hissed between clenched teeth. I shot a glance toward the wall and spied the two old men, one had his hand inside his pants.
“Wha…” I mumbled into the woman’s black gloved palm.
“You’re Batgirl and I’m Catwoman… and the guys over there are filthy rich. So shut up and be good.” Then there was a menacing tone to her voice. “Don’t make me play rough with you… Batgirl!” The last word was spoken loudly and seemed to be directed at the two men by the wall.
The scenario was falling into place now. That Max character from the internet site had found some old geezers who wanted a Batgirl versus Catwoman sexual combat royale and Max was putting on a show for the old coots.
I was livid and decided I was not going to be a sexual minion for some guy, who broke into my house and had me kidnapped, scaring me half to death, just so he could line his pockets with some old geezer’s’ money.
“Bullshit! Let me up!” I barked.
The wooden handle of Catwoman’s whip pressed against my throat shoving my head back onto the pillow, roughly.
“Shut up, bitch!” she growled. “You are not fucking this up for me. You got it, Batgirl!” she finished through clenched teeth. I swallowed against the handle of the whip and nodded weakly.
I glanced back towards the old men, who grinned at my predicament.
“I’m not Batgirl!” I blurted out quickly at the old men. Catwoman shoved the whip’s handle hard into my throat again.
“You’ll have to do better than that, Batgirl.” These old guys showed great interest in the “Batgirl versus Catwoman” exchange playing out on the bed. It was as though they really believed that I was Batgirl and that the tall sensuous woman pacing around the bed was indeed Catwoman.
“Call the police!” I pleaded with them. My plea only seemed to pique their interest.
Snap! The whip cracked again, causing me to jump beneath my restraints.
“Please,” I begged the old men.
Catwoman leaned in close to my ear and spoke, “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to make love to a beautiful female superhero.” The dampness of her breath lingered on my cheeks as she finished and began to pace around the bed once again. “I had your Bat-man and he was like putty in my hands.” I looked towards the old men again and spotted a gleam in their eyes that suggested they must have also funded a Batman and Catwoman coupling.
I was being held hostage, forced to perform, what was my sexual fantasy (but merely a fantasy, I did not expect someone to kidnap me and force me into it) for the pleasure of some well-heeled old voyeurs.
Now, Catwoman slid up onto the bed so she could position her crotch only inches from my face. An intoxicating scent of female sexual aroma filtered into my nostrils. When men had smacked their lips and licked their fingers after dipping their clumsy digits between my legs I always thought they were being immature jerks, extolling the “scent of a woman,” praising it as something too precious to bottle. It always seemed, to me, the rantings of an insecure man-child desperate to prove he was discerning enough to appreciate the smells that emanate from between the legs of a female. But at that moment, strangely, I might have been converted.
It was a heady mixture of lust, mystery and sweat. Not that icky sweat that guys smell like after a basketball game but a subtle delicate scent. And mixed with the lusty aroma of a woman’s secrets it could only be described as, sex: pure and simple. I know that sounds dumb but the only thing I could think of at that instant was the word, sex.
My heart was pounding when I let my eyes drift up Catwoman’s black leather garb and I finally stared into her gleaming green eyes. She smiled slowly. She had full sexy lips like she had a double dose of collagen and all I wanted to do at the instant was suck on those lips covered in “fuck-me-in-the-mouth red” lipstick. I wanted to feel the heat of this beautiful sexy woman.
A woman! What was I thinking? This was a woman, the same as me. But the long slow lines of her body beneath that black leather and her sensuous movements–like a cat stretching after soaking in some sunbeam–was unlike anything I had ever seen in a man. And I like men. I like men a lot. This was something different: good, very good, but different. I think I was hooked right about then.
When I swallowed, an audible “gleep” brought a leer to Catwoman’s pretty face. She knew what was happening at that point and seemed to be proud of her sexual power over me.
“Okay… Catwoman,” I panted. “You’ve got me… what now?” My heart was pounding and I was afraid Catwoman could hear the beating of it in my chest. I was terrified and confused but mostly I was sexually excited, more than I had ever been with any man. Was I going lezzy? I didn’t think so but I was beginning to understand what men find so enticing about a strong and highly sexual woman.
Damn! I thought. I wished I really was Batgirl.
“Batgirl,” she cooed, “you are a superhero that exercises your control over men. But that control is useless against me.” A smug smile flashed across her lips when she pushed her crotch closer to my face: her knees firmly ensconced under my arm pits. “I’m in control here, Batgirl.”
With that, the woman playing Catwoman pulled aside the black leather fabric of her hot pants and arched her back slightly so that the short cropped auburn hair of her pussy pressed against my lips, teasing my nostrils with that wonderful aroma of her body’s desire.
“Taste me… sweet, Batgirl,” she whispered. One old man leaned in closer leaving his hot breath burning my neck. I twisted my face away from her feminine musk, facing the wall opposite from the old men.
“Bring her tongue to me,” Catwoman growled addressing the nearest man.
“Yes, Catwoman,” the old man croaked in a raspy voice. His cold fingers slapped against my cheek and twisted my face back so that my mouth was directly under the woman’s puffy lips, hers 90 degrees to my own. The light colored wispy hair on her mons edged closer and I fought the panic inside me but found being gently forced into this act fired my ardor.
A bony knuckle dug into my ribs, urging me to sexually entertain this crazy chick playing the role of Catwoman with great relish. The old man grinned at me lasciviously as the woman’s vaginal lips touched my mouth. Another poke from his gnarled finger and I extended my tongue so that I could slap at her sex.
It did not taste bad, maybe a little like vegetable soup, but better than I expected. The slippery skin inside her lips was damp and I found my tongue gliding along her slit easily. Catwoman hissed in obvious pleasure when I directed the point of my tongue at the tiny bulge of her clit.
“I’ve dreamed of this day… Batgirl,” she growled while the old man panted nearby. I extended my tongue farther now and found Catwoman twitched her hips each time I poked at the small knot of flesh that controlled her pleasure.
“Um,” she moaned while she rocked her sex back and forth. I glanced into her eyes to see her eyelids closed with a sleepy look of sexual expectation.
God damn! That was the sexiest thing I had I ever witnessed. At that moment, I knew what men found so exciting about responsive strong women.
“Uhnn!” I moaned loudly when the old man’s finger slipped inside my tights and dabbed at my erect clit. I swear, it felt like my clit was vibrating and the gentle urging from the old man’s bony digit was all I needed to get my juices flowing.
My moan caused Catwoman to suck in a quick breath, hissing as she did.
“Jeez… Batgirl, you give the sweetest tongue ever. And I’m a cat, so I would know.” The last part she spoke with a giggle beneath her words. I think she really enjoyed my attentions. I’ve always loved pleasing my sexual partners, and this woman was enjoying what I was doing, that was for sure. I attacked her slick sex with new enthusiasm.
Her body jerked several times and her mons rode against my mouth so that the tip of my tongue could tickle her insides. This coaxed several low moans from her throat.
Leaning forward quickly she clutched at my head pulling my face away from her warm puss, regrettably. With her free hand she snatched her mask away from her face and leaned forward. I could not look away.
“This is my secret identity, Batgirl. But you’ll never live to tell anyone.” Her face was oval, smooth, and pale with a dusting of freckles on her cheeks. She was very pretty and as I peered into her sparkling eyes I thought she was pretty enough that she did not need to play this game to make the rent, but seeing the lovely face beneath her mask only fired my need to see this woman reach the pinnacle of sexual pleasure. I wanted to feel her puss against my lips when the blue flames of climax filled her vision, when sheet-clenching frenzy hit her, causing her body to twist uncontrollably. I wanted to know what it felt like to have another woman’s ultimate sexual joy brought on by the delicate lashings of my tongue. I needed to make this woman come.
I gasped when the old man buried a second digit between the lips of my own steaming pussy. Moisture seeping down my lips tickled me as the cool line of my own juices broke a trail of stinging lust along the folds of my body. I was lost in the moment and knew my life was forever changed.
A gentle rocking motion of Catwoman’s hips allowed me to dab my tongue at her clit several times and then burrow into her lovely hole with my eager flesh. It was easy and I had no idea licking a woman’s pussy could be so much fun. With each cycle of her hip thrusts I tried several different patterns of “lick and lap” and each seemed to thrill the woman astride my face more than the last. Catwoman responded to my oral “entertainment” more completely than anyone I had ever been with before.
I was tugging hard against the restraints that bound my wrists. I wanted to cup her sweet, silky bottom in my hands, to press my open palms against the firm flesh that I felt quivering against my collar bone.
Sensing my want Catwoman growled at the old man, “Release her, she’s mine now.” With that, my hands were free. Reaching over her thighs I cupped her warm legs in my hands and found myself in love. Not with this woman–she was obviously some nut case B-girl–or even women in general but I was in love with this situation. I was being held against my will and forced to perform sexual acts on a beautiful woman while I was in dolled up as Batgirl. That was what I loved.
With my hands around Catwoman’s thighs I could control her movements somewhat, or at least match them. I almost dove into her sweet dampness. Opening my eyes I needed to see my captor’s face–hanging directly above mine–now contorted by my attentions. Her pretty face was a mask of sexual focus, that moment of concentration we all fall into when we feel our body ready to overwhelm our conscious and the control of our self lost to that primeval drive of sexual union. Her mouth hung open, eyes screwed shut, while her body hunched forward, panting so hard as to cause her body to roll forward gently to match the pattern of her breathing.
When she started her climax her body hung frozen momentarily until I saw a trembling, that tugged at each and every muscle flexed beneath her black leather costume. Sucking her bottom lip inside her mouth, she emitted a high pitched whine that pierced the quiet of the room. Several erratic thrusts from her hips followed closely until it seemed she had crested the wave of her come. She sucked in a deep breath, held it, and then shuddered several more times before she forced open her eyes. The amazed look in her bloodshot green eyes, gazing at me, spoke more to me than any poetry I have read or any movies I had ever watched.
A staccato sigh and she swallowed hard, closing her eyes as she did. She jerked one more time as my tongue tickled her clitoris and she leaned forward to escape my probing tongue on her sexually tender puss.
“Jesus!” she hissed between her labored breaths. “I should have captured you long ago, Batgirl,” she purred.
With a sly smile on her face she slid her hips down my body until her face was even with mine. Leaning in slowly, her lips coming nearer mine, my mind raced. Kissing another woman was something I had never considered and the thought was exciting but it was also a step that terrified me. What if I liked it so much that I never went back to men? What if I became a lezzy? Oh Jesus! Her face was only inches from mine and her hot breath caressed my cheeks. Oh well, here we go, I thought.
Catwoman had a wide mouth and full lips and when hers met mine it felt wonderful. I felt my breath whoosh out of my body and I returned her kiss enthusiastically. It was wonderful but I knew at that second I was not lost at all. She was a great kisser but I still liked to kiss men as much, or possibly more. I do not know about all woman, but sometimes I like that feeling of a little stubble, especially in the hollow of throat. I’m not talking about 5 o’clock-shadow sandpaper kind of stubble but that second-day kind of soft hair that some guys get. It is a little rough but not too rough. Kissing this other woman was fun but it was not going to replace the feeling of a man. I was saved!
Catwoman gently suckled at my lips, pulling my bottom lip into her mouth and releasing it gently. That move sent a shock of electricity straight to my clitoris, tingling as it came to rest. She pulled her face away from mine.
The old man still had two digits buried inside my flesh digging at my lust, bringing it to the surface like a miner deep within the earth, exposing it to the light.
“Now, we must complete your training, Batgirl.” When she said ‘Batgirl’ this time it was with a singsong kind of quality. It sounded like she enjoyed saying the word. I swallowed hard again. What now, I thought?
Catwoman’s face slid slowly down my body until her face was even with the satin shorts I had donned to become Batgirl.
Two fingers exited my body quickly and a quiet involuntary moan slipped out at the emptiness they left behind.
“Hmmmm. Don’t worry Batgirl. You’ll have your fill,” was her mysterious comment.
The first touch from her tongue was great but I knew immediately she would be no better than some men I have had between my thighs. I am not a tramp but I have been with several men in my life (and one boy before I was old enough to know there was a real difference) so I’m no dilettante.
At least two were older guys–not as old as the geezers staring at us–but more worldly types. They were willing to do whatever I asked, and for as long as I asked them to do it. That’s the best thing about older men: they are willing to play hard into the fifth quarter to please their partner.
I moaned with satisfaction at Catwoman’s attention on my hungry puss. She was good and her tongue was pulling me rapidly towards an orgasm.
Then the world seemed to come to a crashing halt!
It felt, to me, that the walls were collapsing around us. The overhead lights flickered and the main door appeared to fall inwards into the room.
Panic set in and I bolted upright on the bed but in my hysteria was unable to pick any single direction to run, leaving me a quaking mass of jello, paralyzed with fear. Dust swirled through the open doorway and I could not believe my eyes when a man dressed like Batman emerged from the miniature maelstrom.
I felt my jaw hanging lank at the incredible sight of this newest superhero added to the mix. The man stepped forward with even confident strides until he stopped mere inches from Catwoman’s erotically clad form.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find you… CAT-woman?” I almost burst out laughing as this scene played out more comical than surreal. I scanned the room for the old men and spied both crouching in a dark corner, watching with grins pasted on their ashen faces. They were loving this drama.
Catwoman stepped back. Batman mirrored her movement. Then Catwoman darted towards me grabbing me before I could return my brain to planet Earth and affect an escape. Once again I found I was being held captive by the feline feme.
“Now, Batman. I’m in charge, again.” Catwoman growled, her fingers tight against my throat. I felt Catwoman pull me close against her breasts and then she hissed at Batman, “Strip! I wanna see the Bat… man.” He didn’t even hesitate. He had that dumb costume off in record time but still wore his mask.
“All of it!” Catwoman snapped.
“No. This must stay on to protect my secret identity.”
This was too funny, now. Who wrote this script, I thought, a sixth grader? But when I let a giggle slip out the fingers around my throat tightened cutting off my air briefly.
“Let her go,” Batman pleaded. “It’s me you want.” The pressure on my neck eased.
Catwoman approached the man wearing only a mask. Slapping some shoddy looking handcuffs (which he looked able to snap by simply flexing his muscles) onto the man’s wrists she made him her prisoner now.
In thrall, I examined Batman at some length (pardon the pun). He was well built and had thighs that looked like pistons. But I was most interested in his Bat-dick which looked pretty healthy even in its present flaccid, Bat-state.
Catwoman made a purring sound as she stepped forward and pressed her palm against Batman’s cock. I was surprised how quickly it came to life. And I was surprised at the Bat-size of it. It had to be at least eight inches long and quite thick. It had a smooth appearance that called out to me.
“Well, Batman. I’m glad you’re here to witness the deflowering of the secret object of your desire…” The woman forced a laugh and stepped back to the bed where I still sat, as much amused as excited by this interloper.
The Catwoman stopped inches from me. I could feel the heat from her body on my face, the aroma of her climax still clinging to her. Suddenly, I felt my body respond to her nearness and Batman was forgotten.
Staring down at me with those sparkling green eyes, still slightly bloodshot from sexual exertion, I was ready to do whatever this exciting woman demanded.
“Turn… over… Batgirl…”
I swallowed hard and slowly rolled over onto my hands and knees.
I heard a bit of noise and twisted my head back to see what she was up to.
SLAP!
I hissed as I sucked in a quick gulp of air at the sting on my ass cheek.
“I didn’t tell you to turn around, did I?” A stern female voice snapped.
Slowly, I shook my head. But in the moment I had glanced back, I saw this svelte woman stepping into some kind of strap-on dildo… thing. Oh Jesus, I thought.
I had to play this game to the end point (I didn’t care if the old men took pictures and plastered them on the Jumbo-Screen in Times Square) but this device that Catwoman had stepped into looked dangerous.
Fear and excitement were fighting it out, once again, inside my chest just as Catwoman and Batman/girl were at odds in this room. I swallowed hard to calm myself and waited for the Catwoman’s next move.
I felt the mattress give way under her weight. Her hands pressed against my hips. I knew what was coming but my gut was still twisted in a knot.
“You want this, don’t you?” Catwoman almost purred when she said this.
I searched my mind for a “superhero” line but nothing came to mind.
“Yes, I want it.”
“Batgirl! Try to resist!”
“You can’t fight my… um… fights… Uh, for me Batman.” I stammered, trying to sound like I was really in on the joke from the start.
Batman turned his head, still covered with his mask, slowly. A sly grin spread across the exposed half of his face. I just knew under that mask he must have been a cutie and (I swear to God) my stomach did a little flip when he first directed that grin at me.
“You are so naughty, Batgirl.”
Face first, I went ‘down’ into the pillow (sorry, the puns kinda sound like superhero banter) waiting for the Catwoman to do her worst. My hips held firmly in her grasp I surrendered to the Catwoman completely leaving my body open, even anxious, for her entrance.
“You should know you can’t beat the Catwoman.”
The penetration of the disembodied male organ strained my body bringing on a choking wave of panic that gave way quickly to a singular itch deep within me that could only be satisfied by the relentless pounding delivered by an evil super-woman: the Catwoman.
Like a storm driven surf the Catwoman beat that monster device into me, touching the deepest, most tender, parts of my sex until primeval sexual emotions took control of my body and my mind. My muscles strained against my skin. Sounds were drown out by the drumming of my heart and my eyes, screwed shut, were filled with blue sheets of ecstasy wiping clean every lingering image.
“Now, you’re a real Bat-woman.” I heard a voice from faraway taunt me.
Reality returned to me slowly. Panting to fuel my oxygen starved muscles, depleted by uncontrolled internal tension, I had to buck the current to alight once again in that bizarre situation playing out like a late night TV rerun on the Adolescent Nerd Channel, “…brought to you by Clearysell…”
A void in me brought on a pang of loneliness. Catwoman was finished with me. She had broken me. Broke me and my ability to claim my will as my own. I was her slave and she knew it.
I spied a hazy vision of the Catwoman strolling towards the man chained to the wall. With a flick of her black-gloved fingers the strap-on intruder, that had so recently been one with my body, fell to the floor with a clatter.
“She no longer needs you, Batman,” she offered matter-of-factly, stopping inches from him. The man peered over the shoulder of the woman, directly at me as I lay panting on the bed. There was a hint of concern in his stare.
A key produced from her belt released the man naked save his Batman mask but he was resigned to the beautiful and deadly Catwoman. A black-gloved hand wrapped around his Batmanhood leading him to the bed where I was recovering from my climactic punishment.
“She is lovely, Batman.”
The man pressed his open palm against my cheek.
“How could I’ve missed something so beautiful that was so close to me all this time?” he asked in a stage whisper.
Catwoman stepped to his side and traced the outline of my breasts with her gloved hand.
“You were too busy with testosterone issues,” Catwoman purred. I watched intently. Waiting for my next cue in this stage play.
Searching my eyes Batman whispered, “You don’t need to do this.”
I found it difficult to stare the man down with that magnificent cock, bouncing with his every heartbeat, inches from my face. And when I turned my face downward, that Bat-dick was right there in front of me. I could not help myself. I kissed the head of his cock. I thought I must be losing my mind. Maybe I was. Batman beamed at me before Catwoman spoke.
“Okay, Batman. You’ll please me, now.” Swinging her leg over my prone form she straddled my face. Her sweet puss hovered directly above my lips so I could peer into her delicious female comfort. Batman moved his loins above my head, clutched at the woman’s hips and pressed the head of his large cock against the swollen lips that guarded the entrance of her body.
Slowly, the persistent pressure of his bulk split her flesh and burrowed into her sex. Every withdrawl of his organ revealed a shiny “welcome home” gift covering his shaft and I dabbed my tongue at the slippery offering.
“Yes…” Batman hissed as he paused to allow me a luxurious sample of the Catwoman’s lovely acceptance of male entry.
The weight of Catwoman shuddered atop my body when Batman forced himself to her depths.
“Your tongue,” Catwoman whispered into my damp puss. “I need your tongue.”
I extended the tip of my tongue to her clit, sliding it along her groove in order to push aside the hood that protected it.
“Meee-oww.” I fought back a laughing fit when she purred out her pleasure. But when I felt her tongue dab at my still stinging pussy all humor was postponed. Cats have no rivals where tongues are concerned. Hers was delightful.
In the dim light of my sultry carnal warren I could discern the Batman’s shaft entering the Catwoman’s feminine prize repeatedly and I began to feel a general tension building in the body that lay atop mine. Now I attacked her puss with reckless abandon humming, suckling, and licking briskly at her clitoris, each in its turn.
A shudder hit her body. Then a spasm, so that her mons ground into my lips. I sucked her clit into my mouth so that might cuff it more briskly with my tongue.
“No,” she whined struggling to pull her hips away from my stimulation but I had my arms wrapped tightly around the small of her back and she would be repaid for her crimes against my body and soul.
Batman began to punish the Catwoman, now sensing her distress. Slamming forward hard, a slapping sound filled my ears. A slapping of sticky, sex soaked flesh on the brink of mutual climax.
“Jeeesss!” Catwoman cried out loudly as she crashed headlong into her orgasm. An orgasm that was no longer hers to control but instead ours. A retribution for her unsympathetic behavior towards Batman and Batgirl: me.
Her arms and legs jerked and trembled like a short circuit had occurred within her nervous system. Words tumbled out of her mouth into my damp pubic hair while she hugged my thigh as if, it alone, could save her life. And then, she collapsed against me, no longer moving except to draw in ragged breaths.
I let my head fall back onto the bed so I could stare up at Batman pounding his rather large Bat-dick into the Catwoman’s delicate pussy. I couldn’t resist a quiet giggle as I thought of the silly pun. Only inches above my face, I watched in rapt attention as he plowed her pink shiny furrow with his larger than average cock. Slipping my hand between the exhausted woman that lay atop my body and my thighs I prodded my blood-filled clitoris towards another orgasm.
God! My clit actually felt heavy when I diddled myself.
This was the best sex I ever had. I was over the top in record time, returning just as Batman crested his zenith.
Batman groaned aloud and his hips jerked unevenly while Catwoman whined and arched her back to take his big cock to her very depths. The man’s balls, inches from my eyes, retracted several times and then released his pent up load inside her, his warm spunk searching for her womb.
Their motion together ceased and they clung to each other in a post-ecstatic state. Slowly, they began to stir again after a quiet shared chuckle.
“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, Catwoman?” the man growled.
“Not entirely, Batman.”
Her hips pulled forward an inch at a time until his heavy looking, still half-erect organ, was expelled by the muscles inside her sex. A white sticky thread of Bat-semen leaked from her steaming puss straight at my waiting mouth. I opened wide, extending my tongue so I wouldn’t miss a drop of sweet Bat-seed.
Each drop that oozed from the Catwoman’s puffy lips was my prize and I moved to catch each one, savoring them as they dripped onto my tongue.
Swallowing each morsel I turned to gauge the effect this would have on the old men and I saw the room empty save three sexually sated superheros.
“Where’d they go?” I called to my partners in crime.
“They can never make it to the end,” panted the Catwoman.
“What?”
“You were the best,” she gushed before she hugged my face to her pendulous and warm breasts held beneath her leather and satin costume. “You really were. Rudy, where’d you find here?” she asked her male counterpart.
Pulling his mask off, the handsome man appeared anxious as he spoke. “I’m… so sorry. We must’ve scared the hell out’ve you. This was only supposed to be… um…” The man shook his head and sounded truly repentant. “Some wires got crossed with the guys who got your address from the internet server and…” he continued apologetically. “Again… I’m so… SO sorry.” He finished looking completely crestfallen.
“Wait, she wasn’t in on this act?” the pretty woman asked with a look of terror building up on her face. The man shook his head. “Oh, my God!” She puffed as she struggled to get out from under her male companion and off my chest.
I quickly wrapped my arms around the small of her back again so she couldn’t escape.
“It’s okay. I enjoyed it.” I cooed. Tightening my grip on her warm flesh I continued teasingly, “Now, you’re in my power.”
Uneasy laughter filled the room.
Arching forward I kissed her sticky pussy and let my head fall back onto the mattress.
“Actually, this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” I giggled aloud. “When’s our next exciting caper?”
The woman glanced over her shoulder at Batman who grinned broadly at my query. “You guys wanna switch next time?”
“No way,” I piped up quickly. “I am Batgirl, now.”