Summary: A pair of preteens and a woman act out a superheroines
vs. villainess battle.

(Fg, gg, cosplay, mast, oral, pedo, tickle)



  Clad in a Catwoman costume, a 6-year-old cautiously opened the
door to a dark room. The only light came from an open window. She
turned on her mini flashlight and shined it on several spots
inside. Then she tiptoed into the bedroom and softly closed the
door.

  The girl looked around in search of something. When she shone
the light on the blue bed sheets, she found it. A silver woman's
watch was laying on the nightstand. Carefully, the child stepped
closer to it. She stood beside the bed and picked up the watch.

  Something touched her left ankle. It felt up both of her calves
before suddenly taking hold of her. Then it pulled her legs,
causing the girl to fall backwards and on the carpet. She heard a
rustling sound as she reached for her flashlight. Before the girl
could get up, a ceiling light illuminated the whole room.

  Standing beside a light switch near the bed was a girl wearing
a vintage Batgirl costume. Her brown eyes looked down at the
6-year-old sitting on the green carpet.

  "Not so fast, Catgirl!" The 6-year-old girl said dramatically,
pointing the finger of a purple, finned glove. "Batgirl is here
to stop you!"

  "You'll never stop me, Batgirl!" Catgirl retorted. She stood up
and raised her hands in a fighting stance. "I'll beat you up and
take that million-dollar watch!"

  "Nuh-uh. I have backup." The girl turned to the open door
behind her. "Batwoman! I got her!"

  Catgirl looked over little Batgirl's shoulder to see a
redheaded woman wearing a one-piece Batgirl costume that ended in
a mini skirt. Combining that with a pair of knee-high boots did
not give enough glory to her bare legs. "Batwoman" stood next to
Batgirl and put her hands on her hips.

  "Good work, Batgirl," she said. "Okay, Catgirl. Do you give
up?"

  "Never!"

  Batgirl charged right into Catgirl's open arms, launching them
both onto the bed. Catgirl, who still had both feet on the floor,
pushed off her attacker and got on the bed on her knees. Batgirl
hopped into the bed and dug her fingers into the other girl's
sides. Catgirl squealed and grabbed one purple-clad arm to stop
the attack. Then wiggled her fingers along Batgirl's neck.
Batgirl retaliated by pushing her onto the bed and getting on top
of her.

  Batwoman stood and watched in amusement as the costumed 2nd
graders rolled around on the bed. Grunting and laughing. Tickling
and alternately pinning each other.

  Batgirl fell off the bed and landed on her back. Catgirl rolled
off and on top of her. Straddling the heroine's waist, she dug
her fingers into her underarms. The purple-costumed girl squealed
in laughter.

  "B-Batwoman, help!" The heroine called through peals of
laughter. "Help me! Make her stop!"

  The woman calmly walked over to the kids. Catgirl saw her
coming and swung her a hand at her. In doing so, she left herself
open to Batgirl's attack. Batgirl put both hands on her
opponent's chest and pushed. Catgirl was too strong to move, so
she did the next best thing. Her fingers went under the child's
arms and sent the girl into a fit a giggles. Batgirl was saved
when Batwoman lifted Catgirl and tossed her into bed.

  From there, Catgirl was attacked by both of her adversaries.
Twenty fingers went for every spot on her body. She rolled
around, covered herself, but to no avail.

  "Stop! Please stop! No more!" Catgirl couldn't stop laughing.

  "We got her! We got her!" Batgirl exclaimed.

  "Do you surrender, Catgirl?" Batwoman asked. She signaled for
Batgirl to stop.

  "Never!" With that Catgirl slipped through Batwoman's careless
hold and pushed Batgirl onto her back. She straddled the heroine.

  Batgirl found herself being tickled by not one, but two
costumed females.

  "He-hey!" Batgirl yelled through her laughter. In her attempt
to seal off her underarms, she pointed at Batwoman. Only to have
the adult hold onto her wrist and allow Catgirl another free
spot. "You're supposed to be on my side!"

  Catgirl was pushed roughly onto her back. Batwoman's fingers
dug into the laughing child's flat chest and under her left arm.
When that spot was blocked off, she went for the other side.

  Batwoman now had two little girls squirming, begging, and
giggling between her. Her left hand was on Catgirl, the other on
Batgirl. She cackled a diabolical laugh along with them. When she
felt they had enough, she stopped and stood up.

  "Now that Catgirl and Batgirl are defeated, no one can stop me
from taking over the world." She turned away from the kids. "No!
The universe!"

  As Batwoman went on with her speech, the girls sat up. Their
faces were completely red and sweaty. Tears lined their cheeks.
They looked at the woman's back in mutual disgust.

  "Let's get her," Catgirl whispered.

  Batgirl simply nodded. Following her new ally, she ran towards
Batwoman.

  Batwoman was cut off in mid-sentence when two small hands each
took one of hers and yanked her backwards. She tripped over the
edge of the bed and landed on her back. Before she could get up,
a little vintage Batgirl climbed onto her waist. Catgirl
straddled her left leg.

  Sitting on Batwoman's tall leather boot gave Catgirl a great
view of what was up her skirt. She ran a hand along the tuft of
red hair, amazed that her own little cunny would feel the same
someday. But that could wait. She squeezed the woman's knee one
time, causing her seat to instantly rise and fall.  She went for
the other knee and rode the left leg as both ticklish limbs
flopped about. The legs continued to shake as Batwoman laughed
out loud. Catgirl looked up to see what her comrade was doing.

  Batgirl was tickling Batwoman mercilessly. Around her neck and
under her arms. She wore a mischievous smile as she took pride in
making a grown woman look and sound so silly. The child had
Batwoman crying with laughter. One of her hands slid along the
adult's chest.

  "What do we have here?" Batgirl sang as she felt up her
victim's breasts.. "Catgirl, I think I found her secret weapons!"

  "Pull them out and let's see!" Catgirl commanded.

  Batgirl began to pull the zipper of the woman's costume down.
She looked into the brown eyes of her former partner. Batwoman
didn't even try to stop her. Instead, she just smiled and began
to catch her breath. The child quickly had the zipper all the way
down. She spread the leather suit, revealing large, round breasts
topped by areola the size of a dollar coin. She caressed the one
on the left, finding it to be pillow soft, while the nipple was
hard as a pebble.

  Meanwhile, Catgirl was focused on Batwoman's lower half. As she
occasionally ground her crotch on the woman's boot, her face was
inches away from the crotch in front of her. She licked the edges
of the moistening hole and gently bit at the labia.

  "Mmmm. Oh, that's it. Kiss my kitty, Catgirl." She reached down
and began to rub her clit.

  "Oh, no you don't!" Batgirl stated. She crawled over the woman,
intentionally dragging her crotch along the adult's chin. She got
on her knees behind the woman's head and pulled her own pants and
underwear down and off.

  Batwoman watched as a 6-year-old cunny was lowered over her
face. Then she felt her hands being clasped by a smaller pair and
pinned on either side of her head. A pair of knees boxed her
head. "Lick it!" the child demanded. "Lick me like my new partner
is doing to you!"

  Batwoman, who never showed any resistance of this maneuver, set
to work at once. Good work, judging by the moaning from her
captor. Her nose was repeatedly bumped and mashed by the child's
clit as she thrashed about. The knees that bordered her head
tightened.

  Catgirl got out of bed and unzipped her own one-piece costume.
When she stepped out of that, she was completely naked. She sat
on Batwoman's leg and leaned forth to continue her feast. Her
pussy rubbed back and forth along the woman's leather boot. She
moaned into Batwoman's hole.

  Likewise, Batwoman moaned into Batgirl's hole. Her hips rotated
and bucked toward the lower child's face. She felt like taking
the 6-year-old girl's head in both hands and pulling her up a
little higher. But she couldn't even tell Catgirl to do so. Not
with the tasty treat of loli Batgirl pussy covering her face.
Melting on her tastebuds. The scent overfilling her nostrils. Her
chin and neck were soaked in saliva and little girl cum, yet her
tongue dug for more.

  Batgirl never let go of Batwoman's hands. Her grip was pretty
tight by now. Moans alternated from under her breath to loud
enough to wake anyone who happened to be in other rooms in the
house. She slouched forth, sometimes looking down to see the
redheaded adult's lusty eyes staring back at her. Without words,
the child communicated what was about to happen.

  Batwoman surprised her by breaking her hold and reaching up to
grip her shoulders. She pulled Batgirl down and preventing her
from moving too much. That's when she felt even more tongue than
before launch deep in her pussy. The tongue corkscrewed in her
narrow cunny, leaving no area untouched.

  Batgirl's eyes went wide and she threw her head back. It felt
so good, she didn't want it to stop. At the same time, it was
<i>too</i> good, and she felt like she was going to burst from
pleasure. She held onto Batwoman's arm with both of hers, but
couldn't move it.

  "Catgirl! Help me!"

  But Catgirl was too caught up in her own satisfaction to help
out. She looked on hungrily as her the young heroine tried to get
away from the tongue and gobbling, moaning mouth of Batwoman. She
practically drooled as she watched Batgirl's butt cheeks clench
and stick out during her pending orgasm. Catgirl half-crawled,
half-dragged herself up Batgirl's leather boot and onto her bare
knee. One hand reached out and rubbed the child's butt. She
repeatedly squeezed one cheek and ran her fingertips across the
crack, to the other.

  That did it for Batgirl. The loud slurping of a grown woman
eating her 6-year-old pussy. The gloved hand of a 6-year-old
fondling her butt cheeks and caressing her crack. Batgirl grabbed
two fistfuls of red hair and rode Batwoman's face like a girl
possessed. She lowered her head and emitted a low squeal. Her
body shuddered and her breath hitched at her relief. When
Batwoman let her go, she fell on her side and rolled off
Batwoman's face.

  With her "plaything" gone, Catgirl sat back down on Batwoman's
boot, missing the feel of leather on her pussy. Batgirl's orgasm
replayed in her mind as she desperately tried to catch up. She
didn't bother to finish eating Batwoman out.

  With her hands finally free, Batwoman was able to give herself
some relief. Her right hand made a beeline for the hood of her
cunt. She found her clit and rolled it about. She moaned like she
was the only one in the room. More often than not, her legs
twitched and unintentionally brushed along Catgirl's cunt.

  Catgirl's high-pitched moans increased in volume and intensity.
Her left hand gripped the sheet tight while the other used the
leather boot she was riding as a scratching post. And she rode it
hard. Her heated little cunt practically boiling over as it
sloshed back and forth, leaving a trail of sweet juice. Both Bat
females watched her shudder rigidly until "it" was over.

  Catgirl crawled towards Batwoman, who never stopped rubbing
herself. When she was close enough, she put her face in the
woman's left tit. For a moment, she just nuzzled her cheek into
the youthful flesh. Then she started sucking it.

  Batgirl, who was fully rested, decided to join the other kid.
She saw Catgirl sucking the nipple hard--actually puckering her
cheeks inward--and wanted to do something different. She brought
her lips closer to the opposite bosom and licked from one side of
the areola to the other. Then she flickered her tongue over the
nipple.

  "Oh, that's it, babies," Batwoman cried out. "Taste me. Love my
tits. That's so nice."

  Batgirl looked to see Catgirl now using her tongue on
Batwoman's left nipple. She elected to use another technique.
This time, she gently bit the woman's breast. It seemed to have a
good effect on Batwoman, having love bites all over her hefty
right tit.

  Batwoman threw her head back, the crown touching the sheet.
Both fingers intensified their assault on her clit. She clasped
her free hand to her mouth to muffle her screams and not scare
the kids. Her entire body suddenly went stiff, except her right
leg. The leg spasmed like it was electrified.

  When it was over, Batwoman rolled onto her side. She closed her
eyes and sighed happily. Then she felt two little mouths spot
kisses on her cheeks.