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  This is the Super Hero Archive. These stories were sent to me by
  friends. I did not write these stories. 

  Many have no author name attached. If you are the author of the
  enclosed work please let me know and I’ll remedy the situation.

  This story, and all the stories in this archive are meant to be
  free. They where sent freely and should remain public domain.


BATMAN AND SUMMER
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
                         
   Summer Gleason looked up at the edited tape playing on the
screen without actually seeing it.  Her mind was elsewhere, on the
strange letters and gifts she'd been getting lately from a "Secret
Admirer."

   Summer knew she should have been used to such things.  At 24,
she was a striking young woman, incredibly beautiful, in fact, with
an excellent shape, tall, long, heart stopping legs, firm, pointy
breasts and green eyes, all topped off by her delicate face and the
thick, wavy red hair she wore in a perpetual pony tail.

   Dressed as she was in a dark orange skirt that just brushed her
knees, a white silk blouse, orange blazer and brown pumps, she was
even more striking.  Considered brash by some, pushy by others, it
made up for the fact that she was a genuinely nice person with an
embarassing secret--at 24, she was still a virgin.

   Oh, she'd dated guys before--kissing, necking, even allowed a
few to play with her breasts, and had given one special guy a
blowjob, but that was all; she was still waiting for Mr. Right.

   Gathering up her purse, she headed out the back door of the
studio toward her car.  The lights in the lot were out; she didn't
mind, though.  She found her car easily and was just sticking the
key in the lock when she heard a movement behind her.

   She had just started to straighten up when an arm grabbed her
from behind, wrapping around her shoulders.  Before she could
scream a cloth stinking of chloroform was pressed over her mouth
and nose. Before she knew what was happening, she blacked out.

   When she came awake again, she was lying down.  Immediately she
was aware of her hands having been tied behind her, and the tight
feel of ropes on her ankles told the rest.  A gag in her mouth
completed the restraint.  She began to whimper, tears filling her
green eyes.

   The room she lay in was dark, but a moment later the darkness
was broken as a door opened and a tall, muscular figure stepped in,
then the darkness was back.  She felt a hand brush her hair back
and began to tremble, terrified.

   "Shhh, Summer, don't be afraid", her captor whispered.  "I'm not
going to hurt you.  I promise."  His arms slipped around her and
sat her up, leaning her head against his shoulder.  Despite
herself, she began to weep.

   His arms tightened, his hand stroking at her pony tail, breath
warm against her ear as he whispered soft assurances to her that he
would not harm her.  It started to work on her; despite having been
kidnapped, then bound and gagged, she began to trust him.  He could
have done anything to her he wished, but he hadn't.

   Then his lips were against her neck, just below her ear, kissing
softly.  She shuddered--not out of fear or revulsion, but pleasure.
That was her sensitive spot; it sent a tingle through her, made her
nipples erect, made her grow hot and wet down below.  She tried to
fight it, didn't want to be weak, but couldn't help it.  She felt
submissive now, willing to let him do what he wanted.

   She felt his hand on her leg, gliding up the inside of her
thigh, under her skirt.  She struggled, afraid again, as his
fingers probed gently at her nylon-covered panties.  Her fear gave
way quickly, however, as he brought her to a powerful orgasm.

   She sagged against him again, sobbing.  She had liked that!  She
didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but she had.  Worse, she
wanted more.  She wanted him to do her.

   He held her until she stopped crying, then raised her head and
gently undid the gag.  She didn't try to scream, not even when he
used the gag to blindfold her.

   "You can...you can d-do anything you want to me", she stammered,
shaking with fear and passion, "if you don't...put it in me."

   He hugged her again.  "Everything I do, I will do for you", he
told her quietly.  "But I won't take your virginity unless you want
me to."

   She cringed.  How did he know?
                        
   He lifted her head, pressed his lips to hers.  It was a warm
kiss, nothing forced, nothing hard.  Summer parted her lips
slightly to accept him, her own tongue entering his mouth.  He
seemed to enjoy that, and they both began to moan.

   His hand cupped one of her breasts, making her jump with
pleasure.  The hand moved up, undid the buttons of her blouse, then
the snap that held her bra, letting her breasts free of their
cotton prison.  She could see them now, pink nipples erect.  She
felt his mouth on one, sucking gently, nibbling, licking.  She grew
hotter and wetter, wanting him more and more.

   He lowered her back, undoing her skirt, sliding it off.  His
hand caressed her flat stomach, slid down to the edge of her
panties and pushed them down.  "No", she pleaded, feeling his hand
glide across the coarse red hair of her vagina, soft and caressing. 
"You promised..."

   It was not himself that he put in though, but his tongue.  He
parted her lips and stuck it in, gliding it over the head of her
clitoris, then put his lips around it and began to suck.  She
thrashed against her bonds, wanting to be free of them, to take his
head and make him do it more, more, more...

   Then her orgasm washed over her.  She let out a soft gasp, going
weak again.  She nodded her acceptance of this, ready to let him
take her prized virginity.  Somehow, she knew, this was Mr. Right.

   Not yet, however.  He helped her up, then put her down gently on
the floor, on her knees, turning her.  She heard a zipper come
down, then his hand was on her head, lowering her.  She opened her
mouth to accept the eager penis she knew would be there.

   It slid into her mouth, long and thick and she loved every inch
of it.  She sucked hard, her mouth sliding up and down eagerly,
tasting the warmth of the flesh and the salty taste of the precum.
His cock began to throb.

   His load shot into her mouth, thick and warm and sweet.  She
swallowed every drop, licking and kissing the head to make sure she
got it all.  She sat up, not yet satisfied.

   "Take me", she begged.

   He lifted her to the bed, then she felt him starting to untie
her ankles.  "No!  Just do it!", she begged.

   "I'll be gentle", he promised in a deep voice.

   Summer started.  She knew that voice.  From where?

   He entered her slowly, arms locked around her waist, pressing
against her hymen as it stretched.  She gritted her teeth against
the pain, then let out a long, slow gasp as her hymen broke and he
entered her fully.  He felt so huge and warm in her vaginal
passage, hips gently bumping against hers as she moaned and panted
and nodded for more, more!

   She had an orgasm, then another, and completed her third as he
came with her.  She felt sleepy, exhausted and terribly thrilled.
Yes, this was Mr. Right!

   Smiling, she snuggled against him, and he held her until she
fell asleep.
                       
   When she awoke again, her clothes were gone, as were her bonds,
and the room was bathed in sunlight.  It was an elegant bedroom,
beautifully furnished.  She was aware of a warm body pressed
against her back, and rolled over to see just who Mr. Right was.

   Her eyes grew wide with suprise and shock.  It couldn't be.  It
just couldn't be.

   "Bruce Wayne?", she gasped.

   The millionaire smiled at her.  "And Batman", he laughed, and
kissed her.  "I've been watching you for a long time.  You're a
real turn on."

   Summer blushed.  "I thought you hated me."

   "Just an act.  Besides, you're not as frigid as Salina Kyle."

   Summer laughed.  "Thanks.  How did you know all those other
things?  Like that I was a virgin and all?"

   "I told you.  I'm Batman.  Now lay back and let me give you a
good Batfuck."

   Laughing, Summer rolled over.

                        

   A week later, Bruce Wayne and Summer Gleason got married.  It
was a big wedding, attended by the most affluent in the community,
including Salina Kyle, aka Catwoman.  Of course, Bruce never told
Summer that he was screwing Salina on the side, as Batman...

   But that's another story.