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She decides to Trick-Or-Treat as Batgirl, and her curvy young body gets her a treat she never expected. (M/f, ped, reluc, 1st, oral, cartoon-parody) *** Author's Note: Last October, I imported Violet Parr from The Incredibles from KB over to RU for a hot Halloween story, which ended up being my secondest biggest Violet story hit-wise. This year I'm importing Velma from Scooby-Doo in a solo story, a prequel to before she even met the Scooby Gang. This story is set in the late 1960s like my two previous Scooby-Doo stories, and involves Velma's love for superheroine Batgirl as played by Yvonne Craig. During the third season of the campy classic series, Yvonne Craig joined the show as Barbara Gordon, a.k.a. Batgirl, on September 14, 1967. Based on the Google Image Search I did, her Bat costume seemed to range from black and yellow, dark blue and yellow, and dark purple and yellow. The last one is my favorite. Here's some stills of Yvonne Craig's Batgirl: http://tysyvonnecraighomepage.com/yvonne_craig_lbatgirl0 5.jpg http://tysyvonnecraighomepage.com/yvonne_craig_lbatgirl0 4.jpg http://tysyvonnecraighomepage.com/yvonne_craig_lbatgirl0 3.jpg This one is my favorite: http://polarblairsden.com/actorsyvonnecraiggbatgirl005.j pg Batgirl look so saucy in this one... ;-) Before Velma became a super sleuth, a heroine in her own right, she dreamed of being a superhero like Batgirl, her inspiration. Enough talk, time to meet the younger Velma for Halloween ~ G *** [October 1967] Velma Dinkley was the smartest girl you could ever know. She'd even been skipped ahead a grade. But being smart didn't make you popular. And that was the case with cute little Velma. Which accounted partly for her shyness. Velma was a pretty girl. She was short, and had short reddish-brown hair, freckles, wore thick glasses, baggy sweaters and short skirts. When Velma wasn't using her smarts, she would daydream. The cutie daydreamed about what life would be like if she were popular instead of super smart. Velma daydreamed of ways to become popular, but they were all far-fetched. One way was if she was a superheroine. That would make Velma popular she was sure. But she'd have to hide behind a mask like most superheroes. Her alter-ego would be popular, not her. But sometimes she wished she were a superheroine. Velma wished she was tall, athletic and strong, and she knew how to fight. But she was none of those things. If anything only her brain was "strong and athletic". But she still dreamed about being a superheroine. Which was why when they added Batgirl to the Batman television series, she fell in love with the idea of being Batgirl. And the idea stuck with her. When October rolled around, Velma decided she couldn't be Batgirl, but she could DRESS like Batgirl for Halloween! Being the smart girl she was, she designed her own costume. She made the yellow cape with the dark purple cowl, purple gloves, and even found some purple boots with elevated soles so she'd look taller. And she made a perfect replica of Batgirl's own utility belt. The hard part was the body of the costume. Velma didn't have Yvonne Craig's athletic, slim body. She was pudgy. Not necessarily fat. She still hadn't lost her baby fat. Being a pudgy girl growing up, Velma developed breasts very early, and they grew and grew and grew. Yvonne Craig had large breasts, but Velma's were so much larger. Thinking on it, Velma decided to invent her own material, a very stretchy but tight dark purple fabric, that would make her look slim, at least slimmer. So she made the body of her costume, and quickly shed her clothes to try it on. Velma actually had a very hot body, her breasts were amazingly firm and high, with large reddish-brown areolae, and extra belly weight made her body look more grown up. Her thigh weren't coltish but Velma did a lot of walking so they were very firm. And her pussy was very arousing with its unshaven reddish-brown her, slightly darker than the hair on her head. But once Velma forced herself into the costume, a remarkable transformation occurred. Her belly and sides looked flatter, and her breasts - which she couldn't wear a bra for under the stretchy material - looked less massive. Her pudgy ass looked firm and amazing as well. But then Velma put on the cowl, cape, gloves, boots, and utility belt. And another transformation occurred, of confidence. Velma now felt she WAS Batgirl. She felt bold, grown up, and felt ways she never felt before. It was exhilarating for the girl! Part of the reason was the way the costume made her look. Sure, it was so tight she'd had problems breathing at first, but Velma overcame that. But another part of the reason was the cowl. It hid her face, and with the long red wig she'd sown into it, no one would know she was really boring, nerdy Velma Dinkley, but that she was Batgirl! Velma waited excitedly as the day passed drawing her closer to Halloween. She wore the costume often, liking how she looked and how confident she felt. And she couldn't help feeling naughty, knowing she was naked underneath... Halloween finally came, and she debuted her Halloween costume to her parents. Her mother knew how self- conscious her daughter was about her body, and marveled at how great she looked. And her father. Well, he was a little too slow to conceal the large erection that just popped up in his trousers. Velma knew about sex. Since she developed early on and already gone through puberty [which didn't make her taller sadly] her mother had The Talk with her already. And being the smart, curious girl she was, Velma had found every book and magazine article she could find on the subject of sex. So she was pleased that she was able to cause her own father an erection to have an erection for her. Sure, she knew what incest was, and that it was a forbidden act, which made her already naughty feeling while in the costume even naughtier. Velma finally left to go trick-or-treating. Every one she saw got excited when they saw her. Little kids yelled "Look, it's Batgirl!", while fathers all sprouted erections for the curvy cutie. It was even better when she got to doors and a man answered it. She got to ogle his erection much longer. Velma felt such great power with her ability to turn on grown men. She wasn't sure if she could handle it. Finally after an hour and a half of trick-or-treating, the inevitable happened. A man answered his door, saw her, and when he got hard his cock tore through his trousers! "Wow!" Velma stared wide-eyed. Good thing she'd been able to build a pair of her glasses into the mask no one could tell she was wearing. Not only would she have missed all the previous excitement, Velma would have missed her first cock! The man, already highly, aroused, saw the look on Velma's face. It made him even hornier. Slipping his arm around the girl, he led her into the house. Locking the door, he shut off the porch light and the living lights, leading Velma to his den, unseen from the front of the house. "Now look at what you made me do!" He said, feigning being very upset. Velma sensed he wasn't really angry, and was being flirty, like her mother was at times with the mailman and the milkman. Already aroused from wearing the costume because she was naked underneath, and having caused all the erections, and feeling bold being hidden behind the mask, Velma played along. Changing her voice, she said, "I am so sorry, Sir! That was never my intention! Is there anything I can do to help you?" With a lecherous grin, he said "Well, a blow job would be nice." Velma had heard about oral sex. And in her highly aroused state - her costume digging into her hairy quim, making her SO wet - she was eager to try it. Sitting on the sofa in front of him, Velma leaned forward and started licking his large, thick cock. She loved how it tasted, salty like a hot pretzel. And she loved how it pulsed and throbbed under her tongue. When she swirled her tongue around the mushroom-shaped head, it seemed to darken to a reddish-purple color. And the man started to moan. Feeling bolder, Velma opened her mouth and started to lower it around his shaft. It was so hot inside her mouth, and was stuffing it. Velma felt the large mushroom-like head hit the back of her throat, and knew she couldn't take it any further than that. So she clamped her lips around his cock and started to bob her head up and down on it. He began to groan, reaching down to squeeze Velma's large breasts. She moaned around his cock, feeling her already hard nipples begin to throb and ache. He wanted to get her breasts out, but so no way to get the Bat costume off of her. So he contented himself with kneading her breasts through the shiny, metallic purple material. Velma moaned louder and sucked his cock faster. It throbbed violently in her mouth. He groaned louder and kneaded her breasts more roughly, which in turn caused her to suck him harder. He hardly lasted five minutes. Eyes rolling back, he grunted and began to spew into her mouth. Eyes widening, Velma hadn't heard about this part. But she loved the taste of his seed and found herself quickly swallowing it down. And he spurted a lot, Velma was lucky not to drown in it and choke! He blasted into her mouth fifteen or sixteen thick ropes before his balls were temporarily drained. But his cock stayed hard, and he was even hornier than ever. "If I could figure out how to get you out of this costume I'd love to fuck your sweet cunt silly!" He blurted out. Not thinking clearly, she found herself very eager to get her virgin pussy fucked. Standing up, she flipped her cape over her shoulder. Reaching back, she began to unzip the heavy plastic zipper running from the neck to the front of her crotch though it wasn't visible from the front. The man marveled at her pale white skin as it came into view, her large, round ass and hairy pussy below. Pushing her over the sofa, he grabbed his cock and shoved it into her pussy. It happened so fast he'd never registered she was a virgin, and the suddenness of the moment rendered Velma unable to scream. But as the pain passed, the shock wore off and the pleasure began to race through her body, Velma began to moan loudly with desire. Her young pussy was so tight, and his cock was so huge. But the super wetness of her pussy allowed him to rapidly fuck her, bringing her to an equally rapid first orgasm. Velma screamed as her body quaked and spasmed. She would never have guessed sex would feel this good and amazing. And his large cock brought her quickly to another, more intense orgasm as he fucked her even harder. She was delirious with pleasure, as orgasm after orgasm crashed into her body like large waves. And he wasn't cumming any time soon himself, having just cum earlier. So she experienced the apex of pleasure as he fucked her harder and faster on and on and on. Velma came dozens and dozens of times, as he fucked her nearly fifty minutes. Finally he cried out and began jizzing deep into her pussy, pounding into her rope after rope of his hot load. Velma was whimpering, gasping for breath, as she felt his seed fill her young pussy to overflowing. This time he lost his erection, his cock slipping from Velma's well-fucked cunt, along with more than half of his jizz oozing out of her hairy honeypot. Velma exhaustedly collapsed onto the sofa, clinging to the back of it. She smiled as that warm afterglow of sex overtook her. Her mind was in a daze, but it was a pleasurable daze to say the least. "Thank you, Batgirl!" The man said. "You saved the day!" Velma giggled. "All in a day's work," She replied. When her strength returned, Velma zipped herself back up and the man helped her to her feet. "Thank you," She smiled. "Happy Halloween," He grinned, his large cock dangling from the whole in his torn pants, but he could have cared less. "Happy Halloween," Velma said back, thinking that it was the happiest Halloween ever. THE END For more stories by this author: http://kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?board=77.0 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 85