Gotham Nights

It just wasn't Catwoman's night.

Selina Kyle opened the window entrance to her loft, and sauntered in. Another heist blown, another night wasted. She had set her eyes on a fine prize, a rare cat statue briefly on loan to the Gotham Museum. She had spent weeks canvasing the location and putting together a plan, only to have it ruined by that damn Batgirl. The original one, that was. Lately, it had seemed that there were a few more Batgirls running around Gotham these days, but it was redhead, the original, who had interrupted her nearly perfect score. It wasn't the first time Selina had been foiled by the young crimefighter, and every time they had crossed paths, Selina had gotten the impression that the uptight redhead was just really in need of a good lay.

(Perhaps that Nightwing isn't fucking her hard enough,) she thought. (Or maybe he's too busy fucking everyone else.) Selina smiled as her mind wandered back to that night on the rooftop, when she seduced the grown boy wonder. The young man had been blessed with a wonderful cock, and he knew how to use it. It was a shame that he wasn't around to catch her; it would have been a nice consolation prize to missing out on such a score. Perhaps she would just spend the rest of her night pleasuring herself, and reliving that wonderful rooftop memory.

She threw off her mask, and began unzipping out of her tight leather costume, leaving her her except for her lacey panties. She always wore her finest underwear, just in case she needed to seduce her way out of a pickle.

The movement of a shadow caught her attention. She gripped her whip tightly. It couldn't have been one of her many cats, as they were too small. No, this was a person, lying in wait.

The whip cracked through the air, and caught the unwanted guest by their legs. Selina pulled, tripping the intruder off their feet.

"Oof!" a familiar grunt cried out.

(Speak of the devil), Selina thought. It was him, in the flesh. His very desirable flesh.

"That's cute, Nightwing," Selina taunted the black and blue hero, "Did you and Batgirl plan to arrest me together?" She propped her firm buttocks on his chest, and leaned down.

"Or is the big boy wonder after something else?" she whispered sultrily. "That cute redhead of yours always seems... sexually frustrated. What's wrong, she doesn't give head? Not a good lay?"

"Don't you say that about her!" Nightwing snapped. "She....", he stammered. "Honestly, she just kind of lays there. Her friends are much better in bed."

Selina couldn't help but laugh. She swung one leg over the man's chest, straddling him. She grinded against his waist, just above his crotch.

"Did you really come here to arrest little old me, or did you want something else? A nice kitty treat?" She could feel him harden against her ass. (Puuuurr-fect). "I still think about that night on the roof. You, me, and no Bats in sight. I bet every time you plunge into that little redhaired Bat pussy, you wish it were me instead, a real woman, don't you?"

Nightwing didn't have much of a response, other than to moan.

"It's okay," she continued. "After that night, I have no use for Batman anymore. Why go for the old, when I can have something new and improved?" With one hand, she reached beneath his belt, finding the release clasp effortlessly. Underneath, her reward awaited, not quite fully erect yet. "She doesn't deserve a cock like this," Selina continued, wrapping her fingers around the thick prize.

Nightwing's hands gripped her shoulders, bringing her down to his level for a passionate kiss. Their tongues battled, and her hands made quick work of his costume, discarding his shirt and leggings, so she could feel his rockhard abs.

---

Barbara Gordon entered the apartment where she followed Catwoman. Normally, this was a job for one of the new Batgirls, Stephanie or Cassandra, as she had semi-retired as Oracle. But the thought of chasing down Catwoman once more was tempting enough to get her back into her old Batgirl costume. Catwoman had eluded her several times before, and Barbara couldn't pass up a chance to put her away for good. She was a thief, and a criminal, as good as she looked in that tight outfit that accentuated her perfect ass and breasts...

(Whoa there, Babsie! You're here to capture Catwoman, not.... THAT). Still, Barbara couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation between her legs. She reminded herself to get some love from Dick later tonight. After they took care of Catwoman.

She stepped carefully through the dark room. Something stirred up ahead, and she heard the sound of someone falling to the floor, followed by the faint whisper of a conversation. She could barely make it out, but she recognized Dick's voice.

(Good work, Dick! We definitely got her this time!) Barbara couldn't be more proud. Perhaps she would even give him a reward tonight, and try to deepthroat him again.

Excitedly, she sprinted ahead, not noticing the furry animal beneath her feet. She tripped over the cat, crashing to the ground...

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"Well, well, well. Look at what the cat dragged in."

Selina couldn't believe her luck. First Nightwing shows up in her home, practically begging to be seduced. And now they had an audience.

She gripped the base of Nightwing's shaft, rotating her hand and massaging it as it continued to grow. She stuck her pert butt out.

"Batgirl, why don't you be a dear, and get me ready?" she teased the younger woman. "Once I'm done with your boy toy, I'll make sure you're taken care of, too. I know he'd like that, isn't that right, man wonder?"

Nightwing groaned in pleasure as Selina's lips mouth engulfed the soft head of his cock, and her head slid down his member. Batgirl must have realized that she was fighting a losing battle, because the next thing Selina knew, a pair of shaky hands were pulling down her laced underwear. Selina felt the tip of a tongue hesitantly graze her lower lips. Selina responded by backing her ass further into Batgirl's face.

(Her oral skills could use some work,) Selina bemused. (This cock deserves better.) She bobbed her head up and down, taking Nightwing's impressive length down into her throat effortlessly. She repeated this, while the young redhead behind her moisted her other hole.

"Oh god, Catwoman, I'm about to-"

Selina gripped his base tightly, cutting him.

"No, dear. You don't get to cum yet. Me first."

With that, she pulled away from Batgirl's tongue, and positioned herself over Nightwing, her cunt just hovering over his thick erect member, waiting to be impaled. She thrusted down, and took him down to the hilt in one motion. She felt her tight tunnel get violated by the fleshy beast once again, and it was just as good as before, maybe even better. Her vaginal muscles squeezed tightly against the intruding flesh as it filled her up completely with every thrusting motion. She grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him to her chest, where he went to work on her gorgeous tits. From the way that he eagerly devoured them, there was little doubt that he enjoyed these more than the ones that his flat-chested girlfriend had. Peering over her shoulder, Selina could see that Batgirl had given into her own desires, having undone her utility belt, and putting a hand down into her crotch. Selina made sure to give the younger woman a show, bouncing down even harder onto that delightful pole, as it slammed its way to her cervix.

---

Barbara rubbed herself furiously, as she watched her boyfriend be used as a mounted sex toy. Of course, it certainly wasn't the first time that she watched Dick with another woman. But this was Catwoman, a dangerous criminal, a woman that had even driven Batman crazy. To see Dick shacking up with her... it was so wrong. And so erotic, that her own jealousy of Catwoman's body was overcome by her own lust. Barbara inserted a finger into herself, followed by a second, knuckle deep. Her fingers pistoned in and out of her wet hole, as she watched the pair fuck.

---

Selina screamed in joy as she came. It was even better than that night on the rooftop, especially with Batgirl having a front row seat of seeing what a real woman can do with a dick like Nightwing's. He wasn't able to hold it in for long, either, as Selina felt his hot seed shoot into her womb. She was half-tempted to get him erect again, and fuck him to another orgasm right then and there, but she had other plans. After all, it would be rude to not let the little Bat have a go, wouldn't it?

Selina stood, the cum leaking out from between her legs, and walked over to Batgirl, who was on her back, still attempting to bring herself to gratification. Her eyes were shut in intense concentration, meaning that it took her by surprise when Selina straddled the young redhead's face, and clamped her thighs around her head. She let out a muffled cry.

"You like his cum, don't you? Why don't you clean me off?"

---

Barbara had no response, other than to obey. Catwoman had grabbed her by the ears of her cowl, and pulled Barbara's face closer to her cunt. Barbara lapped up the mix of Selina's juices and Dick's semen spilling from Catwoman's warm hole like a cat lapped up milk. Her tongue reached into the deep crevices, wanting to taste every drop, while her pussy was sadly neglected. Barbara hoped that Catwoman would return the favor, or maybe even let her boyfriend take care of her.

Selina stood up.

"Strip," she ordered. Barbara complied, quickly kicking off her leggings, discarding her suit, and pulling her sports bra over her head. Selina helped with the last step, sliding her stained underwear off her legs.

When Barbara was fully naked, Selina resumed back to her facesitting position, only in reverse, giving Barbara a close-up view of her perfectly shaped ass. Barbara's tongue instinctively dove back into the older woman's depths.

---

"Enjoying this, boy wonder?"

Selina certainly was. The little Batgirl wasn't the most skilled lover, but her eagerness, thanks to a combination of arousal and jealousy, was starting to make up for her lack of experience. Selina gripped the young woman's creamy thighs, and pulled them apart, giving the young man in front of her a better view of his own girlfriend's pussy. She dipped her head down, her tongue making circles around the redhead's swollen clit. Up ahead, she could see Nightwing's prick come back to life. Selina continued toying with the redhead, guiding her tongue along Batgirl's outer lips. Her hips bucked at the mere tease.

"Come here and give this delicate flower a rough fucking."

Selina sat up, pulling the younger woman's legs up to her chest. She gyrated her hips, rubbing herself on the contours of Batgirl's face as the latter continued to explore her every inch of her moist tunnel.

The former boy wonder obeyed. He didn't hesistate a second before plunging his entire length and girth into Batgirl's tight twat. Selina could feel the younger woman cry out a muffled surprise. Selina watched as Nightwing made good on the "rough fucking". He pounded into the petite girl like a jackhammer, with no inhibition. Selina held tightly to the girl's legs and kept Batgirl pinned to the ground, as her body thrashed wildly in response to the intensity. Nightwing even pulled Selina in for a passionate kiss as he continued to thrust. It was as if Batgirl was merely a conduit through which Nightwing fucked Selina.

---

Barbara couldn't hold it any longer. Tears streamed down her face. She had never experienced sex this fierce, not even that time when Huntress tied her up and rammed her from behind with a dildo. And from Dick, no less, who was always worried about hurting her with his massive tool. It was brutal and painful, and yet Barbara wanted it more and more. With every powerful penetration that ravaged her insides, she groaned and moaned while continuing to devour the honey between Catwoman's folds.

(Is this what Catwoman brings out from him?)

Her train of thought came to a crashing stop, as she waves of pleasure surged throughout her lithe body. She felt Catwoman's pussy spasm, a sign that that the older woman had reached her peak as well. Dick had reached completion as well, as Barbara felt him twitch and let loose a jet of hot semen that shot its way to where it belonged: her. Well, her and every other sexually active woman in Gotham City (except Batwoman). But Barbara knew that in the end, it was her that he would return to.

---

Selina continued her heavy make-out with the boy wonder, as if in celebration. She could hear Batgirl panting heavily from her ordeal, having been fucked within an inch of her life. Selina wondered if she'd be seeing a bit more of Batgirl from now on. She'd hoped so. And perhaps her younger Batgirl proteges would follow as well. Poison Ivy would certainly like that...