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Subject: Batgirl - The Untold Origin - Part 2 (mf, cons)

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Batgirl - The Untold Origin

Part 2



Barbara Gordon ran through the routine once more in her mind. It was

easy, and she had mastered it years ago, yet it had been months since

she had completed it successfully. This time would be different. It

would be last gymnastics competition, and she was determined to make a

good showing.



She took a deep breath, and jumped up to the taller of the uneven

parallel bars, pulled herself up easily and spun her lithe body around

it twice. The strength was there, the agility was there. For a moment

Barbara felt a return of the old form that many thought would put her

on the Olympic team.



With effortless grace she swung into a handstand, held it, and arced

back down, keeping her rigid form perpendicular to the bar. She swung

her legs up the other side, catching her hips on the lower bar. She

could sense the correctness of her timing, the perfection of her

velocity. The move would swing her around the lower bar, the whip her

backwards up to the high bar.



But halfway through the maneuver she felt it go wrong. Again. Her body

released a fraction of a second too late. And instead of flying up,

she was tossed straight back, the upper bar far out of reach. She

landed with a loud slap on the mat in a spread sitting position.



Although she immediately hopped back up to the bar, she never

recovered. Embarrassed and humiliated, her determination left her, and

with it her strength. She struggled to pull herself up to the top bar,

barely managed to spin herself around it, and dragged her feet on the

mat twice, each time completely destroying the move she was

attempting. She badly miscued a routine dismount and fell to all

fours, hot, bitter tears of disappointment spattering on the mat.



Barbara quickly shook herself into control and trotted into the locker

room, avoiding looking at her father and Bruce Wayne, who'd come to

see her last high school state finals meet. Most importantly, she

avoided the gaze of Dick Grayson, Wayne's ward. She'd met him a few

months ago at a fund raiser her father had taken her to at Wayne

Manor, and they'd become fond of each other. Now, sitting alone in the

locker room, she didn't know how she could ever face him again. Yet

he'd brought her here. She would have to leave with him.



Carol Hodges, her coach, appeared from the tournament area and sat

beside her, putting a comforting arm around the girl's shoulder.



"I used to be good," Barbara said between sniffles. "I don't

understand what I'm doing wrong!"



"You're not doing anything wrong," he coach assured her. "You're as

good as you ever were. It's just...it's just the laws of physics

working against you."



Barbara looked at Mrs. Hodges with wet, questioning brown eyes. She

could see that her coach was having difficulty with whatever she

needed to say.



"You've become a very attractive young woman, Barb. A very...nicely

endowed young woman." The coach gave her student a small,

conspiratorial smile quickly followed with a wink. "That certainly has

its advantages. But it also means your body's center of gravity has

been thrown way off by the weight of your own breasts."



The two were silent a moment as Barbara reflected on this previously

undrempt-of thought. Was it really possible? Could her own figure

really be the cause of all this?



"I'm sorry," Carol continued. "But being a world-class gymnast just

isn't possible for you anymore. There are so many other things you

excel at, so many other awards waiting for you to win."



Inwardly, Barbara scoffed at the idea. She didn't need or particularly

want awards or medals, and almost said so. She checked herself just in

time, realizing it could lead her coach to ask questions she'd rather

not answer. But it angered her profoundly that all her plans, all she

had worked for the past two years, was now in jeopardy just because

she had big tits.



"I'll be all right," Barbara said instead. "I'll feel better after a

shower." She stood and began to undress. Carol Hodges smiled at her,

marveling at the girl's inner strength.



Barbara Gordon stepped into the shower and let the warm water was over

her. Awards were nothing. But if she couldn't even swing around the

uneven bars, how could she expect to swing around town on a line like

the Batman?



As always, the moment that name drifted through her mind she felt the

insatiable tingling between her legs. She almost put her hand there,

to relieve her anxiety, as she had so often in the past. But at that

moment several girls from other teams entered the locker room.



Impressing the Batman was the only reward that mattered to her now,

had been the only thing for years, ever since the first time she'd met

him, when he had rescued her from Mind Bender and gave her her very

first orgasm.



She remembered little else about that traumatic experience. Six months

of therapy and her own iron will had carried her through it, but the

details were now lost in the dim recesses of her mind. To Barbara,

what happened was only important in that it gave her life purpose,

direction. She knew from the moment that the mysterious dark figure

had rescued her that he was a man to be emulated. Despite the Batman's

relationship with her father, Barbara had never seen him before that

moment, and had only glimpsed him twice since.



She longed to feel the excitement between her legs which he had caused

so many years ago. She had to be like him, so that he would notice

her. She already had a costume started, and she was certain that once

she emerged as Batgirl, Batman would admire her, and then she would be

his.



But now she discovered that despite her strength, training and

agility, her own body had betrayed her. Because of  the way her body

had developed, swinging above the rooftops with the Dark Knight was

out of the question. She groaned inwardly, both from despair at the

loss of her dreams, and the growing desire between her legs. It

quickly became apparent she would have no time alone, so she left the

shower and toweled off. By the time she had dressed she felt ready to

face the three men who surely waited for her.



She found them in the stands, looking at her with sympathy. Her father

hugged her, and Bruce made some comment she didn't listen to. Only

Dick seemed to know what she needed: a smile and silence. Only he knew

she wanted to put the dreadful experience immediately behind her.



"Would you like some dinner?" he asked. Barbara agreed, eager to be

away from the uncomfortable older men.



Dick was easy to be with, taking her to a small, quiet restaurant and

helping her forget her poor performance on the bars. In the end,

however, it was she who broke an awkward silence by telling him many

of her greatest dreams had died that day.



"Seems to me you have a choice then," Dick told her as if he'd been

pondering this subject for years. "Either find  new dreams, or find a

new ways to achieve your old ones."



It was like Dick to not ask what dreams she could possibly have had

that were now dead, but instead to simply offer the best solution

given the information he had. He never pried, and she prized that

about him. What Dick had just said sounded like something her father

might have said. Yet coming from this young man, it somehow seemed

incredibly profound. Dick was right, of course. Find a new way....



Barbara Gordon brightened noticeably after that, and the two enjoyed

each other's company late into the evening. When Dick took her home,

he accepted her invitation to come inside.



"Daddy's gone," she announced while turning on the lights. "I've never

seen anyone work so hard at something so unpleasant as police work."



"I know what you mean. Bruce can be like that," Dick replied

distantly, and Barbara only barely managed to stop herself from

laughing out loud. He sounded so serious, but she knew the most

unpleasant thing Bruce Wayne ever had to do was decide whether he

wanted a blonde or brunette bimbo on his arm at his next party.



She recovered nicely and noticed an odd smile on Dick's face, as if he

had a private joke, but she chose not to pursue it. She wasn't sure

she could maintain her composure if he compared Bruce's life to her

father's again. Besides, she was suddenly and quite unexpectedly

struck by Dick's appearance. Something about the particular lighting

showed his physique in a way she hadn't noticed before. She had never

realized how strong he was, yet power fairly radiated from him.

Although he was a year younger than herself, she hadn't guessed it for

some time after they had first met, as he behaved with such confidence

and maturity.



At that moment her pussy began to quiver. It had been tingly ever

since her shower, and had refused to settle down. Now, as she looked

at Dick, it positively throbbed. Suddenly she realized she was

staring, and he knew it. She blushed hotly, but she felt wetness

growing between her legs. Almost without thinking she stepped close to

the young man she knew so little about and took his hand. She stood on

her toes to give hive him a quick, soft kiss, then a longer, more

meaningful one.



Barbara raised his hand to her breast, pressing his palm firmly

against her. "Take me Dick," she whispered. "Give me something good to

remember this day for."



She was shocked at herself. She had never considered making love to

anyone but Batman, but the urgings within her would not be denied. At

the same time, Dick surprised her. He went all shaky and stiff. For

the first time since she had known him, he lost his confidence and

control. Then she remembered his real age, not his perceived age, and

realized she had just asked him to surrender his virginity. But then,

in a real sense, she was surrendering hers as well.



"I...ahhh...." Dick stammered. Barbara sense him backing out, getting

cold feet, yet her aching pussy cried out for relief, and for some

reason she couldn't explain she desperately wanted him. She decided to

give him a little encouragement.



"I need you," she whispered, pulling at her blouse hard enough to pop

the buttons. Her breasts heaved beneath a black lace bra, the hint of

bright red nipples visible at the tip of each mound. With a quick

motion of nimble fingers, she unsnapped the clasp between her breasts,

and the cups flew wide.



Dick Grayson stared with wide-eyed, almost childish wonder, at her

magnificent chest. She placed his hands on her tits and sighed deeply.

Barbara kissed his neck as he gently fondled her, teasing her nipples

and making her moan. In the back of her mind she wondered why she was

so determined to get laid this night, with this man. But as he pulled

her close and planted a passionate kiss on her soft, full lips, she

ceased to care.



She led the way to her bedroom, shrugging her blouse and bra down her

shoulders along the way. Once inside the threshold to her room,

however, Dick seemed to have second thoughts again.



"Look, Barb, I really like you, but maybe this isn't...."



Barbara acted quickly, instinctively. She unzipped her skirt and let

it fall to the floor. Now dressed only in four-inch pumps and black

lace bikini panties, she sauntered to Dick in her sexiest manner and

rubbed her crotch firmly up and down his thigh.



"I can see you want me Dick," she breathed, stroking the growing bulge

in his pants. "Take me." When she still got no response from the

trembling young man, she decided to be even more direct. "Sink your

hard cock into my pussy! I'm so wet and hot!"



After a few moments Barbara felt his tentative fingers at the

waistband of her panties, and then his trembling hand slipped

underneath. She moaned in satisfaction as she felt him exploring her,

foraging through the light forest of pubic hair and into the damp,

warm recesses of her slit.



She crumpled against him and opened her legs a little. When his

probing fingers made contact with her swollen clit, she gasped

sharply. Dick jerked his finger away, afraid he'd hurt her somehow.



"No, it's okay!" she said with more than a hint of desperation. "It

felt good!"



Barbara felt his fingers once more searching under the wet, sensitive

folds of flesh between her legs and she melted against him. He teased

and massaged her clit firmly, and she could already feel a marvelous

orgasm building within her.



Dick pushed her backwards, gently but firmly laying her back on the

bed. She settled into the soft mattress, her feet still on the floor,

and saw Dick staring down at her with hunger and passion. For the

first time it struck Barbara how slutty her behavior was, but

strangely that excited her, rather than give her pause. In fact, it

inspired her to do even more.



She spread her legs and stroked her crotch with her hands, feeling the

dampness on her panties. "I need you Dick," she said again as he

removed his shirt, revealing an exquisitely sculpted chest and torso.

As he pulled off his pants and underwear she realized he was no longer

fumbling or jittery. His self confidence and control had returned.



The next thing that struck her, of course, was his cock. Hard and

throbbing, seven inches long and a third of that wide, it nevertheless

seemed small to her. She didn't realize it, but she was comparing it

to the only other penis she'd ever seen, Mind Bender's. On a conscious

level, she couldn't even picture the villain's prick, but

subconsciously she remembered it well.



Far from disappointing her, though, Dick's tool both relaxed and

excited her. While the specific events of the Mind Bender trauma were

buried deep, she was aware that her only other experience with

intercourse was painful. This cock, however, was not fearsome. This

was an instrument to deliver pleasure, and she intended to get all she

could from it.



Dick hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, and

Barbara raised her hips as he slid them down to the floor. Now

kneeling between her legs, Dick spread her unresisting thighs wide.

Barbara felt a cool draft waft across her naked, open pussy, and knew

her inner labia must be swollen, that her bright pink inner flesh must

look like a flower in full bloom.



She shuddered and moaned as Dick tenderly traced a finger along this

super-sensitive flesh, exploring an aspect of feminine mystery she

realized he probably hadn't dreamt of  before. She smiled, oddly

endeared by the idea of being an instructional tool for his education

into adulthood.



The she felt a quick, out of place tug, just above her throbbing clit,

and swore under her breath with a sickening flash of realization. The

one thing she kept from her ordeal with Mind Bender, the only remnant

she had of that experience, was the piercing. She had secretly kept

the hole open for weeks with a pierced ear post, for what reason she

couldn't tell. But one day she saw a golden charm in a jewelry store,

and then she did know. From that day to this, she wore the golden

emblem of Batman on her pussy. It had been there so long she rarely

thought of it anymore, but she had subconsciously longed for the day

she could reveal it to the Dark Knight himself.



But now Dick had seen it. He looked quizzically at it, but mercifully

asked no questions. Instead, he pried her labia as wide apart as

possible and planted a kiss squarely on her clit. Barbara gasped

sharply again, but this time he recognized it for what it was, and did

not back away. Rather, he sucked on it and flicked it with his tongue.

Barbara arched her back and squealed in delight. Dick tried lightly

nibbling on it, which produced a loud groan from her.



He licked up and down the length of her wet, pungent slit, tasting her

love oil. He probed the entrance to her vagina and she shuddered

again.



"Oh God, you're driving me crazy!" she moaned. "Don't stop!"



Dick glanced up at her writhing body and saw her squeezing her large

breasts. She lifted her feet from the floor to the edge of the bed,

and was rewarded by feeling his tongue snake deeper inside her.



"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried. "Yes! I need you Dick! I need you now!"



Dick almost reluctantly pulled away from her and stood. For a moment

he gazed at her gaping pussy lips, pulsating hungrily, then gripped

his iron-hard cock and positioned it against her tiny vaginal opening.



"Fuck my cunt Dick! Fuck my cunt!"



He pushed forward, watching with fascination as his prick disappeared

inside her. He felt the near-scalding heat of her pussy and sighed.

Her velvety walls stretched out to accommodate him, and seemed to grip

his cock with heavenly power.



His pelvis bumped hers. His black pubic hair mingled with her light

brown fuzz. He pulled back slowly, seeing how she had wet his shaft.

He plunged it back into her again with a grunt, a little faster this

time, and was rewarded with a gasping moan from the girl.



Barbara watched him through half-closed lids. His attention was

riveted on the juncture of their bodies as he began steadily pumping

her. She quickly began thrusting her hips up in rhythm with his,

encouraging him to stroke her harder and faster.



"Your pussy's tight!" Dick exclaimed. "I never dreamed it could feel

like this!"



Barbara smiled, glad to be pleasing him. "Your cock feels wonderful!

Do it harder!"



Dick redoubled his efforts, slamming into her with near-brute force.

Barbara proclaimed her satisfaction with high-pitched squeals of

delight, struggling to keep up with his thrusts with her own frantic

humping. Within moments she climaxed in a blinding fury of unbridled

passion. It ripped through her body with nuclear force. She howled out

her ecstasy with almost terrifying volume.



"Oh God Batman! YES! YES! YES! OHHHHHH.......!"



She felt Dick pause for just a moment, the continued on stronger than

before. Barbara realized what she had just blurted out, and blushed

with embarrassment, but with Dick's prick impaling her again and

again, the incident was quickly erased from her mind. Her body

trembled as Dick lunged into her with three powerful strokes that slid

her across the bed.



Grunting like a wild animal, Dick climaxed himself, shooting come deep

into her waiting womb. Barbara wrapped her legs tightly around his

hips, trapping him deep inside her. She could feel his cock jumping

and throbbing like a thing alive within her body as he shot stream

after stream of hot semen into her.



At last, spent and exhausted, he collapsed on top of her, resting his

head on her soft, full breasts. Barbara held him tightly, caressing

his back, as she felt his softening cock withdrawing from her. Her

heated passion was only partially cooled, and she closed her eyes and

smiled happily when Dick sucked a red nipple into his mouth. Soon one

of his hands found its way between her legs, and he began to tickle

and tease her.



Barbara, feeling an itch growing once more in her pussy so deep that

only a nice hard cock could scratch it, could feel Dick's penis

against her thigh, soft. She decided she had to do something about

that, but the only thing that came to mind was a act she'd always told

herself she could never bring herself to perform. Still, she smiled

inwardly as she reflected on the small pleasure she took at shocking

the straight-laced young man beside her. And she had to admit a

certain pleasure at shocking herself too.



"Let me clean you up a bit," she said, making up her mind. She slid

smoothly down his hard body to his cock, and held it gently in her

hand. She purposely looked up his chest into his blue eyes, smiled

broadly, and closed her lips around the purple head of his shaft.



His surprised, and pleased, expression was satisfying indeed to

Barbara, who found herself not nearly so revolted as she had expected.

She tasted the sharp tang of her own sex on him, and enthusiastically

sucked it off. She licked up and down his gradually hardening shaft,

working her tongue energetically along the blue vein on the bottom

after the gasp he made when she first did it. She sucked his balls

into her mouth one at a time and cleaned them, then returned to his

shaft, once more hard as a rail.



She closed her mouth over the tip once more, then bobbed her head up

and down, managing to get about half of it into her mouth. Dick's

breathing became heavy and irregular, so she stopped before she was

denied what she needed as well. Holding his erection in her small

hand, she said in a mock-concerned tone, "Oh dear, I've gone and got

you all hard again. What are we going to do about that?"



They smiled at each other, then Barbara straddled his hips, lowering

herself gratefully onto him. She quickly started humping up and down,

riding him like a wild stallion, and though she climaxed quickly Dick

was just getting started.



She rolled onto all fours, and he kneeled behind her, sinking his cock

quickly and easily into her soaked pussy. He rammed his hips forward

in steady, strong strokes, his hips slapping loudly against her firm

ass. Barbara tossed her head back and squealed up to the ceiling,

rocking back against him. After a few moments he pulled out of her,

and she moaned in frustration, but he positioned her onto her side

and, taking the cue, draped one leg over his shoulder.



The girl saw him looking at her spread pussy, and she could feel

herself how the swollen labia were pulsating, as if begging

desperately for the cock to return. Dick answered the plea quickly,

plunging his thick shaft into her again, and in this new position

attained even greater depths inside her than before. He fucked her

with hard, even strokes as she pinched and pulled on her stiff red

nipples, moaning with passion.



Finally she felt his cock lurch inside her again, and a new flood of

hot come poured into her as Dick grunted. She cried out with yet

another climax of her own. Then, utterly spent, they collapsed beside

each other, exhausted.



They lay for long minutes in each other's arms, catching their breath.

Finally Barbara sighed and smiled. "That was wonderful, Dick. Thank

you!"



"Yeah." His reply was short, curt, and Barbara was suddenly aware that

a dark mood had come over him, had been there almost from the moment

of his last orgasm.



"What's wrong?"



Dick hesitated for so long she thought he wasn't going to answer. "Why

did you call me Batman before?" he finally asked.



Damn, she thought. One slip, during a passionate moment, and how she

had to come up with a difficult explanation. The truth she would not

tell. The truth was hers, it was private, and she would share with no

one, ever, except the Batman himself.



"Well, ummm, I guess you can tell I have a thing about Batman." She

toyed with the charm on her pussy and smiled, trying to make light of

it. When he didn't smile back, her own faded. "I, uh, I guess I said

it because you screwed me like a superhero! Batman himself couldn't

have done it better!"



It was a lame explanation, and she knew it. But when she looked into

his face and saw how his expression darkened, she was completely off

guard. She didn't expect him to be happy, but he seemed to be taking

it personally, as if she had called out the name of an envied older

brother.



Barbara tried to cheer him up. She liked Dick and didn't want their

friendship to end, especially for such a stupid reason. But he refused

to lighten up, and their close proximity soon became unbearable. At

last he mercifully told her he had to leave. They dressed in silence

and she walked him to the door.



"Dick," she said as he walked through the threshold, "I had a

wonderful time. Thank you."



Dick, turned only halfway to her, nodded once without looking at her,

and walked away, leaving her puzzled and hurt. Barbara knew their

friendship had ended, and spent a few moments in regret. Then she told

herself that perhaps it was for the best. A long term sexual

relationship with him was not possible, not when there was the Batman

to think about. 



Besides, she recalled, she had more cause to be grateful to Dick than

he could ever have dreamed, certainly more cause than a mere good

fuck. He had given her inspiration, a new way to approach life, to

achieve her goals.



"Find a new way," he had said. Barbara Gordon smiled as she went back

to bed, knowing the night would be a sleepless one as her mind raced

with suddenly opened doorways of opportunity waiting for her

consideration. She would find a new way to attain her dream, she knew

that now, and she had Dick to thank for it, for bringing her out of

her self pity to consider alternatives to her original plan.



New ways, she realized for the first time, were plentiful. She had her

future again.