[Repost] Erotic Adv. of Batgirl (part 2c of 2c)

[Les Bonser]

The Erotic Adventures of Batgirl

by Les Bonser
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The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of
consenting adults engaged in sexual activities. It includes characters
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Part 2c (of 2c)

Bruce spent the remainder of the evening mingling with the guests.
He moved masterfully around the room, making sure that everyone
was happy and having a good time. With practiced skill, he managed
to move around the party in such a way that he kept Barbara and
Selina in sight most of the evening.

Barbara Gordon was dressed a bit more revealing than what he
thought she normally dressed, but aside from that, he couldn't
decide exactly what was wrong. She mingled also. She knew many of
the people at the party from other functions that she had attended,
functions that were either fund raisers for the library or political
gatherings that she would have attended with her father.

Selina Kyle did likewise. She didn't appear to be casing the mansion,
although for Catwoman, it would have been a perfect target.

When the two women were together, Bruce noticed that they were
acting like two very good friends. They giggled together and
whispered in each other's ears. They sometimes touched each
other's shoulders or arm as they moved through the party guests.
Bruce couldn't quite pin down what was wrong. He was convinced
that Barbara was acting unusual and that Selina, Catwoman, was
responsible. But he couldn't figure it out.

He noticed that both women spent a fair amount of time dancing.
This was to the obvious delight of most of the male guests. Between
the two women, they danced with almost every man there. Once,
they even pulled poor Alfred onto the dance floor and tried to get
the reserved butler to dance with both of them at once. Alfred held
his dignity intact and politely excused himself from the festivities.

Is it just possible they've become good friends? Bruce wondered. He
tried to image himself in a similar situation. He couldn't picture
inviting the Joker, Killer Croc, and Two-Face over to the mansion to
watch Sunday afternoon football. He had already dismissed drugs or
mind control, it just wasn't Catwoman's modus operandi.

Late in the evening, Bruce went into the kitchen to speak with Alfred
about accommodating some of the more inebriated guests for the
night. Alfred informed him that several of the guests had already
taken the liberty of claiming some of the bedrooms. The look on the
Englishman's face was of quiet resolve in the face of great anguish.
Bruce shrugged off the issue; it wasn't the first time he'd had a party
where couples had stuck upstairs to make love in the plush Victorian
bedrooms.

When he reappeared in the main hall, he scouted the room for
Barbara or Selina. He didn't see either. Bruce quietly asked one of
the waiters if he had seen them. The waiter knew exactly which two
ladies Bruce was referring to. "They went upstairs a few moments
ago," the waiter said. "With Bob Jones, I think. Lucky guy."

Bruce thanked the waiter and dismissed him.

Bob Jones was the Gotham Giant's home run king. Like many other
baseball greats before him, Jones had a reputation of striking it big
with the ladies as well as with the bat. Both of them? Bruce
wondered. How good of friends have they become? He decided he
almost didn't want to know.

****

Being Batman was inherently voyeuristic. He spent many hours
stalking across the rooftops of Gotham City, looking for criminals.
Sometimes, he had to hide in the shadows, watching and waiting.
Just as the stakeout was part of police work, so too was it part of
being Batman.

In the years he had been Batman, Bruce Wayne had seen many
things while watching and waiting. He had lost count of how many
times he'd seen a prostitute perform oral sex in the front seat of the
customer's car. Or walk into an alley with a john for a quick, up-
against-the-wall screw.

At first, he had thought to chronical the sexual exploits he witnessed,
but since most of the time it was purely incidental to his mission, he
decided not to.

As he swung from building to building or climbed across the
rooftops, he was often privy to scenes from people's private lives.
He'd seen couples (and more) making love, he'd seen singles (men
and women) masturbating. Nearly every combination of love-making
and raw, nasty sex, he'd witnessed in some form or another.

There were several times, he'd been able to catch his prey only
because they were engaged in the act. These times he did note in
his crime journals, particularly when the sex act was deviant enough
to possibly provide clues to the criminal's psychological makeup.
Batman would never forget the time he busted into the Joker's
hideout and found the Clown Prince of Crime bound and gagged
while his female cohort, Harley Quinn, was stroking his penis with a
feather.

Now, as Bruce walked back into the kitchen, he wondered about the
ramifications of what he was about to do. The mansion had been
originally built in Victorian times, and had many hidden secrets, not
the least of which was the cavern below. The mansion was laced with
passages and all of the bedrooms upstairs had peepholes and one-
way mirrors. Bruce had never figured out the original purpose for
this, and never resorted to using them.

But now, he seemed to have a need for just that sort of thing. He
needed to know exactly what the relationship between Barbara and
Selina was and how far it went.

He entered the passageway though the secret door at the back of
the pantry. He slipped off his shoes and quietly climbed the stairs.
The upstairs hallway ran the length of the mansion. On either side of
the hallway where six bedrooms, with each bedroom opening out into
it's own balcony. The passageway twisted and turned, allowing
access to the common wall between each bedroom.

Bruce quietly walked from room to room. He had covered all of the
original peep holes, but had not replaced the original one-way
mirrors. A small cut-out behind each of the guilt-edged mirrors
allowed a view into the room. Due to the light difference between the
room and the pitch-black passageway, there was little chance of a
person discovering that they were being watched.

Several of the rooms were empty and several hosted sleeping
guests, drunk to the world. Other rooms were indeed being used for
sexual activity. It was in the fourth room of this nature that Bruce
recognized Selina Kyle sitting on the bed.

Bruce slowed his breath and peered through the mirror. As
distasteful as he found this, he also felt a tingle in his loins. It was
the thought of seeing Barbara Gordon again that ran through his
mind. He had resisted the temptations of Barbara Gordon's naked
body the night before, but now, watching unseen, caused him to
become excited.

Selina was sitting on the edge of the bed and was unzipping her
dress. She pulled it down and her large round breasts fell out. On
the bed beside her, Jones laid back with Barbara on top of him.
They were kissing. Selina stood up and pulled the dress down. She
was wearing a very small pair of thong panties. With a dress that
tight, she'd have needed something very skimpy to avoid panty-
lines.

She climbed onto the bed and laid next to the couple. Barbara lifted
her head and Selina kissed Jones. Bob Jones held both women in
his hands. He rubbed his large hands up and down the backs of
both women.

After a few moments, Barbara, still dressed, slid down and
unbuckled Bob's belt. She then slowly, teasingly, slid down his
zipper. Selina and Bob stopped kissing for a moment and watched
the "unveiling." Barbara fumbled for a moment and then Jones'
erection popped up into her face.

It was at this point that Bruce realized that he could hear every word
in the room. The wall behind the mirror must have been thinner than
he thought. Both woman make comments about "it's as big as a
baseball bat," and giggled. Bob Jones was obviously revelling in the
attention of the beautiful women.

The night before, when he had been in Barbara's apartment as
Batman, Bruce had not gotten an erection. The supporter and
athletic cup he wore as part of his costume applied just enough of
the wrong type of pressure to prevent it. Now, wearing just briefs and
a pair of pants, he was not prevented from getting hard. The thought
of Barbara Gordon, sweet, innocent Barbara Gordon, sucking a
large dick made his own start to swell.

Barbara played with the man's penis for several minutes, bringing it
to its full size. Bruce had been around enough to know that Jones'
was on the large side, but not nearly as big as some other men he'd
seen. In fact, the Joker was larger, Bruce thought. Unbidden, the
image of the Joker's gastly white cock sprung into his mind.

By this time, Bob Jones had one of Selina's breasts in his face and
was sucking on her nipple. Her breasts were large, but very firm.
From his vantage point, Bruce could not see any scars. He
wondered if she was just naturally firm. Her nipples were large, with
fairly small, dark areolas. The nipples looked even bigger than they
probably were because they were extremely erect.

Barbara bent over Jones' crotch and began to lick the end of his
dick. She unconsciously brushed her hair back, obviously not yet
used to the short haircut. The look on Jones' face was one of
absolute bliss; a large tit in his face and a redhead sucking his dick.

Selina got up and moved down to Bob's crotch. She motioned
Barbara away and took his dick into her own mouth. Barbara took
that as the opportunity to get undressed. She slid out of the dark
green minidress and her panties in one quick movement. She then
straddled Bob's face and pushed her red haired pussy onto his
mouth.

Bob Jones was known throughout Major League Baseball for never
giving up until the last man was struck out. He'd lead the Giant's to
several come-from-behind victories for the league pennant several
seasons in a row. What he couldn't do was stand up to the sexual
ministrations of these two beautiful women. His come shot into
Selina's mouth. She moved her head back away from his penis and
ended up with some of it on her face.

As soon as he came, he pushed a very reluctant Barbara off his
face. Mumbling something about "game tomorrow," he grabbed his
clothes and headed for the adjoining bathroom.

Selina and Barbara looked at each other in amusement and
disappointment. Bruce continued to watch from the passageway.
Barbara moved over to Selina. Then, she leaned forward and licked
the come from Selina's face. When she had finished licking it off, she
and Selina embraced and kissed.

So that's it, Bruce said to himself, bewildered by the thought. He first
considered that Selina had "enslaved" Barbara, but dismissed the
idea. She was acting unlike herself, but Barbara was most definitely
*not* being told what to do or being forced into it in any apparent
way.

The shock of seeing the two women kissing and touching, combined
with the potential problems this arrangement could cause, wilted
Bruce's erection. His mind sprang into action, pondering the various
options before him. His own sexual needs and desires fell away
under the logical and precise mind of the Batman.

He walked quietly down the passageway and back to the pantry. He
put his shoes back on and adjusted his pants, just in case. Alfred
looked at him curiously when he stepped from the pantry. He knew
that he'd have to explain it to the butler at some point, but he also
knew that Alfred would wait patiently.

Bruce walked back into the party and waited. He continued to play
host, but the hour was late and the crowd had dwindled. Bob Jones
came down from upstairs, a slightly guilty look on his face. No one in
the room seemed to notice as he walked across the room to Bruce.
"Well, Bruce, ol' buddy, thanks for a great party."

"Leaving so soon?"

"Have a big game tomorrow," Jones said.

"Slug one out of the park for me," Bruce said to the ballplayer.

"Sure."

Bruce turned his attention back to the party. Several minutes later,
Barbara and Selina quietly came downstairs. Barbara noticed Bruce
watching them. She blushed deep red. She had hoped that no one
would have noticed their little visit upstairs with the home run king.

She and Selina began to mingle with the few remaining guests.
Bruce walked over to the two ladies. "Did you a good time?" he
asked.

Barbara blushed even darker. "The party, I mean," Bruce said.
"Alfred really went all out planning it on short notice." He pretended
not to notice Barbara's embarassment

"Yes," Barbara said. "It was very nice."

"Why, yes, Mr. Wayne," Selina said. "I enjoyed myself a great deal."
As she said this, she shifted her evening bag in her hands. Bruce
was half tempted to see if she'd taken anything. He reminded himself
to ask Alfred to count the silver tomorrow.

"Thank you for inviting us," Barbara said. She then leaned up and
gave Bruce a kiss. Not the friendly social kiss they usually shared,
but a french kiss. Bruce was caught totally by surprise. It was the
same sort of kiss he had just seen the women share upstairs. He
recovered his composure quick enough to rub his tongue against
the younger woman's tongue as she thrusted it into his mouth.

Barbara broke the kiss. Selina said, "Yes, thank you." And she too
gave him an open mouthed french kiss. She did more than just
press her tongue into his mouth. She took his tongue into her mouth
and sucked it slightly, running her tongue back and forth across the
tip of his. Just like a blow job. Just like the blow job she'd just given
Bob Jones.

She finally broke off the kiss. Bruce was absolutely stunned. He
simply stood there and looked at both women. Barbara leaned
forward again and said, "Please don't tell my father. He'd kill me if he
knew I kissed you like that."

"Uh, right," was all Bruce could say as he watched the women walk
across the floor and out the front entry way.

"I dare say he would," Alfred said quietly, coming up from behind
Bruce. "Did you learn what you wanted?"

"More. Far more than I wanted," Bruce admitted.

End of Chapter Two

End of Part 2c (of 2c)