Note- I do not own the copyrights to Batman and other characters from the 1966 TV show. This is just an homage to dear Yvonne, Adam and Julie.
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Narrator- "One a.m. in Gotham City and all is well. Or is it? Criminals prefer plying their trade under the cloak of darkness. As, for that matter, so do various costumed vigilantes such as these two bat like characters. But wait! What's this?"
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"I'm sorry Batman. Could you just repeat that. For the record."
Batgirl had to remind herself to close her gaping jaw as she looked at the Caped Crusader in front of her in the middle of the dark street. His hands were spread and his trunks were halfway down his tights as he displayed a fine, purple topped, blue veined erection.
"Batgirl, I'm in a rather peculiar position and I need you to perform fellatio and bring me to orgasm."
The twenty four year old Domino Daredoll had to blink hard in order to focus and raise her head up to look into that square jawed face under the bat shaped cowl. Under the harsh light of the street lamps it cast a shadow across the part of his face that was uncovered so that only his eyes were visible. It had been a quiet night in the streets and avenues of Gotham City this October night and Batgirl had considered turning in before resuming her job as Head Librarian at the Gotham City Public Library next morning.
"You mean right here in the street in the middle of the night? Not very romantic, Batman."
The hour was one in the morning and Batgirl, secret identity Barbara Gordon, was standing by her Bat Cycle in her sparkling purple spandex costume. An alluring five feet three the soft fabric clung to every inch of her curvy frame. Beneath the tight fitting garment Batman could make out her lithe and toned body. Her perky breasts thrust out and the yellow bat emblem rose and fell as she breathed. A fitted cowl covered her features and her long flame coloured hair piece flowed over her yellow and purple cape.
"Of course. How right you are. No, we can do it in the Batmobile. I parked just around the corner."
He pointed and as he turned his stiff dick bobbed up and down as if in agreement. She felt slightly giddy as she drank in his impressive physique under the tight fitting jumpsuit. His eight pack was visible just above his exposed groin which was now bereft of his usual navy trunks. She also couldn't fail to notice that his trusty utility belt had been removed and replaced by a cruder type that resembled something out of the last century. The wide leather belt wound around his waist and a strap looped around his scrotum to the base of his cock. Three thin electrical leads ran from the strap to a small black box that sat at the bottom of Batman's spine and just above his firm buttocks. "What exactly is going on? And what strange contraption is that?"
"It's called 'Catwoman's Remote Electric Erectile Penis Extra Enhancer.'"
"Really? CREEPEE? It certainly is creepy from where I'm standing."
"Quite. It's modelled after the old 'Electropathic Battery Harness Belt ' from the 1800's. Just a few hours ago Robin and I stumbled across the new lair of that feline devil Catwoman. The vile arch criminal is currently residing at Subterranean Suite 6 of the Catacombs Condominium on West 20th. Before we knew it we were overcome by her ne'er-do-wells and we were captured."
"Who does she have with her this time?"
"The troublesome tabby calls her litter the 'Pussycats Unified School of Scallywags, Ingrates, and Evil Scoundrels.' A very sorry bunch of hoods you ever did see."
"The PUSSIES?"
"Apparently. She has the devilish notion to form a harem of men with Robin and myself as the main members. I was fitted with this fiendish device which causes me to maintain a constant erection. I managed to escape from her clutches but am still unable to remove this...thing. I discovered through masturbation that when I ejaculate it relieves the discomfort for a temporary time."
"And now?"
"Batgirl. I need further stimulation to get off. I am in need of a woman's touch. I've been driving around the midtown area in the hope of finding you on your night patrol. You're the only one who can help me out."
Batman had been the reason that Barbara Gordon, daughter of the Police Commissioner, had taken up cape and cowl in the first place. The young female idolised the iconic man and also had a burning desire to jump his bones.
"Very well," she nodded. "It's the duty of every good citizen of Gotham City to help out a fellow crime fighter, especially those with an obstinate erection. I'm your girl."
And I can't wait to sink my teeth into that big Bat-Pole she thought whilst licking her lips.
"Terrific! To the Batmobile!"
They both darted off into the shadows, Batman's prick slapping on his belly as he ran. He quickly jumped into the drivers seat and Batgirl joined him with a more elegant approach by raising her left leg over the top of the door and seating herself.
"Gee, it's a bit cramped in here Batman."
She squirmed in the tight confines of the car and attempted to swivel her body to his.
"I agree. When I designed the Batmobile I didn't envisage copulating couples cavorting in the front seats."
"Gosh, you're quite well endowed, Batman." She now got a good close up of his huge appendage under the dome light.
"I suppose."
"Oh don't be so modest. It's adorable."
Batgirl leaned over into his lap and used her right glove to rub the thick shaft up and down. His dick pulsed in her hand as she sized him up, the blood virtually boiling under the smooth organ. If he has been hard all this time she thought, he was liable to erupt when he came. She pursed her shiny lips and sloppily kissed the big bell end. Batman gasped as his aching cock reached its full height of eight inches and a bit. He and Robin had always wondered who this mystery woman was but he knew one thing about her and that was how good she gave head, Her pink tongue darted out as she rolled it around the spongy head. Her mouth made loud slurping noises as she licked up one side of the stiff shaft before sliding down the other side.
"Good heavens!"
Batman snapped his head back into the head rest of the drivers seat and held the purple cowl of Batgirl in both gloves as she drove her mouth down on his throbbing tool. His generous length filled her mouth as she pumped her head up and down and she tightened her lips to increase the friction on his hot flesh. The feel of his manhood in her mouth was divine and she sucked on him to her hearts content. His magnificent and very swollen glans pressed against her tongue and her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth was fucked.
"Good gravy! You're really good at this!"
Batgirl secretly felt flattered and she cupped his balls as she took him deep into her throat and back out again. She decided to do her very best to get him off and dragged her tongue around the big knob. Her titian locks framed her pretty face as he sucked in breath and released his seed down her gurgling throat.
"Holy detonation!"
His intense eruption, although expected, still took Batgirl by surprise as long streams of jism bathed the back of her throat. She gripped his upper thighs as she gulped down hid cum until he slumped back in his seat. His prick visibly waned and the harness belt hummed softly in his blessed relief.
"I've never experienced so much cum! You would have redecorated the inside of the Batmobile if I hadn't swallowed!"
"Many thanks, Batgirl. Right, let's head on over to West 20th."
"That's clear across town. Can you make it, Batman?"
"I have to. Batgirl, you haven't fastened your safety Bat-Belt."
"Gosh, right again Batman. I feel so safe when you're driving. Even though you're half undressed."
"Okay, lets move out. Atomic batteries to power."
"Turbines to speed, Batman."
The rear rocket thruster kicked in and the Batmobile made its usual fast start. The deserted streets made for a faster rate of speed although the law abiding citizen that he was stayed under the City speed limit.
"What exactly is Catwoman's problem anyway?"
Batgirl turned to Batman who sat in the drivers seat with his groin still bared and his flaccid penis resting on his left thigh.
"It's the age old story of pure greed, Batgirl. No doubt she was a high school dropout and soon after crime reared its ugly head and she finds herself on the wrong side of the law. If only I could persuade her to see things in a better light she might, just might be rehabilitated."
"I think that you have a soft spot for the seductive villainess, am I right?"
Batman looked directly ahead and tightened his mouth and stayed mum as Batgirl lowered her gaze to his groin again.
"And speaking of things soft, you got another boner."
"Holy flagpoles! I'm hard again?"
"Already Batman? That was quick! Thoughts of Catwoman anything to do with it?"
"This is torture at its most bizarre and terrible. I...I have to stop. My balls feel as heavy as lead."
Batman pulled over and put his head on the dashboard in despair. They were still only halfway to Catwoman's lair.
"What do you suggest, Batman?"
He looked up slowly and gazed into Batgirls big green eyes.
"I've tried masturbation. I had you give me a blowjob. Looks like I need to have sexual intercourse. That may help me alleviate the problem."
"You want to fuck me? Now?"
"Any other ideas?"
Batman stroked his hard on and Batgirl felt a nice flutter between her legs. Fuck Batman? Just try and stop me!
"You can rely on me, Batman."
She got out of the Batmobile and looked around. They were in the Financial District and not a soul could be seen. Batman got out and stroked his rigid and aching prick with some considerable discomfort.
"I so need to cum."
"Luckily I've packed some 'Batgirl Vaginal Lubricant' in my utility belt for just these situations."
"How astute of you Batgirl. You never know when a dedicated costumed vigilante might be in need of getting his, or her, rocks off."
"Precisely."
"Do you have...protection?"
She looked over her shoulder and looked up at the tall silhouette of Batman.
"Naturally. I'm on the pill. This IS 1968 after all. Women are liberated these days. But don't get the impression that I'm promiscuous because I'm not."
