Dirty Girl

Summary:
Dick Grayson left Gotham to become Nightwing. Barbara has developed a relationship with Jason Todd, his replacement. All of this becomes very complex after Batman rescues them.

Notes:
For Batgirl. Leave a comment. I'll always respond.

I'm also thinking of what to write next.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Batgirl and the new Robin, Jason Todd, found themselves on the trail of Two-Face, determined to bring him to justice. Despite the potential risks, they were ready, their resolve unwavering.

“If you really think we need Batman, I could think of something we could do to waste our time.” Robin smirked. Jason could bring out a side of Barbara that’s better left in the shadows.

Barbara couldn’t deny the flicker of attraction she felt towards Jason, his confidence and fearlessness reminding her so much of herself at that age. However, the memory of her previous relationship with Dick Grayson, the first Robin, cast a long shadow over her current predicament. Even though she was seen as safe and plain to her friends at Gotham State University, she preferred the allure of the unknown to safety of a lifelong friend every day.

Their new partnership had been strong, both in and out of costume, but the intensity of their connection had eventually led to complications, resulting in Dick’s departure from Gotham to establish himself as Nightwing. Barbara knew all too well the risks of romantic entanglements within their line of work, the way emotions could cloud judgment and create rifts where none should exist. Part of her couldn’t bear the thought of causing another rift, of being the reason another Robin felt the need to flee.

But Jason Todd was different. Very different. A combination that was as dangerous as it was exhilarating. Sex didn't have to be anything more than that. Usually it was just for release. Sometimes hers. Often his.

Batgirl turned to him, her eyes filled with determination. “Jason. We can handle Harvey.”

Robin nodded, his eyes filled with determination. “Fine. Let’s take him down.”

With grace and agility, they swung across the rooftops, making their way to the warehouse. Upon entering, they moved cautiously, scanning the shadows. But it wasn’t long before they were ambushed by a group of henchmen. Despite their best efforts, Batgirl and Robin were quickly overwhelmed and captured. Bound and cornered, they faced Two-Face, their resolve unwavering.

As Robin expressed his determination to take down Two-Face, Batgirl couldn’t help but contemplate her attraction to Jason, the complexity of their situation not lost on her. She remembered her previous relationship with Dick Grayson and the complications that ensued, leading him to leave Gotham and become Nightwing. She knew she had to be careful, aware of the potential repercussions of her feelings.

Batgirl and Robin, despite their meticulous planning and impressive skills, found themselves quickly overwhelmed as they faced Two-Face and his cadre of henchmen. The warehouse, dimly lit and filled with obstacles, worked in the criminals' favor, allowing them to ambush the vigilante duo from the shadows. Batgirl, agile and quick, managed to take down several of the henchmen, her movements precise and calculated. However, the sheer number of adversaries proved to be too much, and she soon found herself disarmed and restrained. Robin, on the other hand, fought with a ferocity and determination that belied his age. His training under Batman was evident in every punch and kick, but like Batgirl, he too was eventually subdued, his youthful energy no match for the experienced criminals.

Bound and cornered, Batgirl and Robin found themselves at the mercy of Two-Face, one of Gotham’s most unpredictable and dangerous foes. Despite the dire circumstances, neither of the young heroes allowed their resolve to waver. They exchanged glances, silent messages of support and determination passing between them. They had been in tough spots before, and they knew that giving in to fear was not an option. They were the proteges of Batman, after all, and they had a reputation to uphold.

Two-Face, reveling in his apparent victory, approached them with a menacing grin, his signature coin glinting in the dim light. He was confident, perhaps overly so, believing that he had finally gotten the upper hand on Batman’s allies. “So, the Bat sends his little birds to do his dirty work,” he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “You should have stayed in your nest.”

But Batgirl, even in her restrained state, was not one to be easily intimidated. She met Two-Face’s gaze head-on, her voice steady and defiant. “You underestimate us, Harvey. We’re not here for Batman. We’re here for you.” She wanted to get under his skin, to make him question himself, even if just for a moment. It was a long shot, but it was all they had, and Batgirl was not one to back down from a challenge.

Robin, taking his cue from Batgirl, added his own taunt, his voice filled with bravado. “You're a shell of what you once were. Even as a villain.” He knew it was a gamble, provoking a man as unstable as Two-Face, but if it bought them even a second of distraction, it would be worth it.

And so, bound and cornered, Batgirl and Robin faced Two-Face, their bodies battered but their spirits unbroken, ready for whatever came next. They were a team, and they would face this challenge head-on, just as they had been trained to do.

“You really thought you could take me down without the Bat?” Two-Face laughed mockingly.

“We don’t need Batman to deal with scum like you,” Batgirl retorted defiantly.

Two-Face’s face twisted into an angry sneer. “Scum? Let’s see how brave you are when you’re staring down the barrel of a gun.” He flipped his coin, which landed on the scarred side. “Bad news for you.”

Robin, unyielding and bold, challenged Two-Face, “I’m not like them Harvey. I’ll make you suffer if you make a single attempt to hurt her.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it, Boy Wonder.” Two-Face sneered.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Robin continued, “You’re just a two-bit crook with a gimmick.”

Two-Face’s rage boiled over as he aimed his gun at Robin. Batgirl, despite her own peril, implored, “Harvey, don’t! This isn’t you. Don’t let the coin decide their fates.”

The room suddenly plunged into darkness, the sound of grappling hooks and incapacitated henchmen filling the air. Batman had arrived.

“You alright?” Batman’s gruff voice echoed through the warehouse.

Barbara's relief at hearing Batman's unmistakable gruff voice was palpable, and it brought to the forefront a complex array of emotions she had long tried to navigate. Even before she had donned the cape and cowl of Batgirl, Barbara had felt a magnetic pull towards the enigmatic Dark Knight. His unwavering dedication to justice and his mysterious aura had captured her imagination, igniting a spark of admiration that had, over time, morphed into something deeper, something more profound. She had always been drawn to his strength and resilience, the way he stood as a beacon of hope in a city swallowed by darkness. And while she had since come to know the man behind the mask, understanding his burdens and the sacrifices he made daily, that initial attraction never fully dissipated. It lingered in the background, a silent testament to the complicated tapestry of feelings that made up her relationship with Batman. Although they had fooled around, she hadn't properly fucked him in months. Despite not discussing it, he was aware that she and Jason had entered some form of romantic relationship. Outside of a few passionate slip ups, Bruce was no longer interested in relationship discussions with Barbara. As Batgirl, she had learned to compartmentalize those emotions, to focus on the mission at hand, and to stand as an equal among giants.

“Just in time…. as always,” Batgirl replied, a complex mixture of relief and unspoken emotions in her voice, her past attraction to Batman briefly resurfacing in her mind.

Barbara was relieved, but she also found herself glancing at Jason, wondering if he had picked up on her past feelings for Batman. She noticed a flicker of something in his eyes – was it jealousy, or was it determination to prove that he was different than Dick Grayson?

Barbara tapped lightly on Bruce's door. It was after midnight but there was still a light on. She heard Bruce’s invitation. She walked in, still wearing her costume without a cape and cowl.

"Barbara what are you..." Bruce said but stopped when he saw Barbara put her finger to her lips and whisper "Shhhhh. I need it."

Still in his own costume, Bruce looked back at the open door. She quickly shut it.

"Alfred has retired for the evening. Jason is asleep," she said as if he could hear them. She walked over to the bed and stood looking down at Bruce. Then without a word, and to the incredible shock of Bruce, she crawled up on the bed and straddled his chest.

Bruce's content eyes looked at her costume. This was a hybrid of latex and spandex. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Or her underwear. The last time she donned this batsuit they fucked on the Gotham Bank rooftop. She knew what kind of effect it had on him.

Barbara casually moved up his body until the crotch of her leggings was almost touching his face. Then she reached down and ripped a large hole in the front, exposing her still swollen and dripping vagina. "Just one last favor. Do what no other man has done like you have. Eat me." With that she moved her swollen sex to Bruce's lips.

A moan escaped Bruce's lips as his tongue came out and he began to lick her.

The little climax Barbara had had earlier while fingering herself to memories of Batman and Batgirl wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her. Even though he tried she hadn’t let Jason get her off tonight, knowing that she needed it from her original partner. Barbara Gordon was more than ready.

A low moan escaped her lips as she felt Bruce's tongue find her hole and slip inside.

"That's it... that's it, my hero… you have no idea how long I waited for this," she gasped as her hips began to move in time with his tongue. When she looked down she could only see the top of Bruce's forehead but she could feel his mouth.

She thought she was going to climax when he sucked her inner lips into his mouth. But before that could happen, Bruce stopped sucking and resumed licking. It was obvious that he knew a few things about teasing.

Suddenly, Barbara was desperate for him to suck her clit. But no matter how hard she tried, he refused to give in to her.

Finally, she decided to try another tactic. She abruptly spun around until she was facing his feet. She threw the covers off, exposing the large tent he had in his outside underwear. He was also wearing the thing she desired. Light gray spandex. Black cowl. Black leather underwear with matching gloves.

With a growl she reached down and pulled his shorts down to expose his throbbing shaft. At the same time she pushed her wet sex into his face. A second later she had Batman's penis in her mouth. Both of them moaned.

Soon the room was filled with sucking sounds. Loud enough to wake Jason up. Or at least wonder why she wasn’t next to him in bed.

Barbara pumped her hips on Bruce's mouth as she sucked him. Then she squealed as Bruce pushed her over onto her side, his mouth still between her legs. Now they were lying on their sides with their faces in each other's groins. Barbara gasped as Bruce's mouth began to devour her flesh. She forgot about the pulsing penis inches from her face. When she felt his lips circle her clit and suck it into his mouth she went over the top. Her thighs clamped around his head and squeezed as her body began to convulse with pleasure. It was a long denied climax and that made it so much sweeter.

Barbara had no idea how long her climax lasted. Her thoughts swept in memories of rooftop kisses between the two of them. Or sex in private rooms they found during boring Police Galas. The next thing she remembered was lying with Bruce's mouth gently kissing her sex lips and her legs still wrapped around his head. When she opened her eyes she saw Bruce's still throbbing penis in front of her face. She smiled and opened her mouth.

"Batgirl!!!" Bruce moaned as her warm mouth enveloped him. His hips began to press toward her sucking mouth as his eyes stared at her wet sex, still only inches from his face. When Bruce felt his cum rushing up the shaft, he grabbed Barbara's ass cheeks and pulled her vagina back to his mouth. "Ummmpppp," he groaned, her warm and slippery flesh muffling his scream of pleasure.

Barbara groaned happily deep in her throat as she felt his sperm entering her mouth. She had craved it ever since he rescued her and Jason. The sudden taste of his fresh sperm and his mouth sucking her lips again brought on another climax for her. She practically drowned the poor man as she swallowed all of his sperm.

Suddenly the room was very quiet. Barbara relaxed her thighs and allowed Bruce to breathe.

"Barbara... uh... with Jason sleeping in the Manor... uh we... it's not good for us to be alone together," Bruce stuttered.

Barbara smiled and uncrossed her legs slowly before crossing them the other way. She flashed him and watched his eyes. "I just wanted to tell you that I care for you very deeply. Ever since Selina left, I’ve felt like you needed this as much as I do."

“She left because I told her that I loved you.” Bruce said. "But at that point I had caught you and Jason entering... whatever it is you are doing. So I maintained my distance."

Barbara's face broke into a smile and she squeezed his hand affectionately. She wanted to jump into his arms but she held herself back. Instead she said, "Bruce, I love you too. I guess I always have too."

Bruce was surprised by that statement and looked at her curiously. "But what about Jason? We’re back in the same position we were in with …."

"I would have asked the same question a few months ago. But it’s different with him.."

Bruce looked confused now.

It was the big moment. Barbara took a deep breath and said, "Bruce... Jason knows about us."

Suddenly Bruce pulled his hand from Barbara and his face showed his shock. "He knows?" His voice was almost trembling. Then he seemed to slump noticeably.

"Yes. He has known all along." She grabbed his hand again.

Barbara felt her face flush at his stare. "Last month. When I gave you a blowjob in Ivy’s hide away. Jason was waiting in his room. Wanting details."

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she sat with her back straight and stiff. He stared down at her, his face unchanged. Barbara's eyes grew wide.

"I always knew, that deep down, ... 'sweet but dirty slut'."

Barbara almost screamed with joy. Then she saw how hard he was.

"Make love to me," she whispered. "Or fuck me. Whatever it is, I want this inside me."

Without hesitation, Bruce reached down and pulled Barbara to her feet. His lips met hers and his arms pulled her tight. They moaned as they kissed passionately. Bruce's hands slipped down her back and he grasped her ass through the spandex. As their groins moved against one another his hands went lower until they slipped under her leggings. "Oh God," he moaned when he felt the soft flesh of her ass cheeks.

As he watched her sexy rear sway in front of him, it occurred to him that this could all be a ruse. Even if Barbara made it up, she was sexy and could control him to do anything. Their lips went together and their tongues fought for possession of each other's mouth as their passion grew rapidly. Her hands reached for the zipper of the top part of his costume and began to pull it down. With their lips still together she helped him strip it off his shoulders and drop it to the floor. Then she reached for his utility belt.

Bruce pulled the top half of her costume down her shoulders. Slowly it fell, gathering at her waist. Bruce moaned as he saw her breasts exposed for the first time. His eyes devoured the soft mounds of flesh. His head bent to her neck and he began to kiss downward. He nibbled at the nape of her neck and felt her body tremble and then he moved lower, kissing the smooth flesh until he reached the swells of her breasts. His tongue came out and he traced a path down her skin until he reached a hard nipple.

"Oh God Bruce," Barbara moaned when he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She pushed her breast forward, urging him to suck it. She let him suck the sensitive nipple until she couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled it away and his lips made a loud pop. Then she quickly fed him the other breast. Between her legs, her vagina was throbbing and juice was dripping down her thighs.

"I need you," Barbara whispered. She moved back until she was lying on the pillows. Then she bent her knees and opened them. She held her hand out to Bruce.

Barbara opened her arms and legs to him. She moaned as his chest pressed to her and their lips met. She could feel his pulsing penis dripping juice onto her stomach. Pulling her lips from his she gasped, "Fuck me Bruce. Fuck your dirty girl." She reached down for his penis.

Bruce moved up on his hands and watched as Barbara grasped his penis. He let her lead him to her. She directed the swollen head to her equally swollen sex lips. Slowly she moved it up and down between the lips before centering it on the hole.

Barbara let just the head slip inside and whispered, "Wait." Then she looked up into Bruce's eyes. She didn't have to say anything. Both of their eyes were swimming with lust and love.

Bruce held himself over Barbara, the head of his penis throbbing just inside her clinching lips. Slowly Barbara lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, still keeping his penis at bay. Finally, she took a deep breath, her eyes still staring into his, and whispered, "Fuck me, Batman." With a bellow Bruce dropped his weight downward, forcing his penis all the way into her body.

"Ahhhhhh," they both screamed as the long shaft slid to the bottom.

Barbara's head was spinning and she was having difficulty catching her breath. She had waited so long for this moment. She had anticipated it for weeks and now it was happening; she was having sex with her mentor again. The part of her body she had given only to Jason was now open for her deeply held crush. And he was inside her as deeply as he could go. It was so much sweeter because it was a man she now knew that she loved and loved her back.

Bruce was gasping for breath as well. The soft warmth of her vagina was almost more than he could take. It had been six months since he had been inside of her. He could feel her soft breasts on his chest and her legs pulling his hips downward. "Oh God, Batgirl." he gasped and pulled his hips back until his penis was barely inside her. This time he was the one teasing... the one holding back. He looked down at her and smiled, then dropped his hips. Again they both screamed in pleasure. However, Bruce didn't stop at the bottom. He quickly pulled back and did it again. Soon his hips were moving at a steady pace, matching the movements under him. He worked in and out, slowly increasing his pace until he was pounding into her with abandon. Barbara's copious juices began to coat his penis and drip down the cheeks of her ass. The room filled with the sound of two bodies slapping together.

"Yes, yes, yes, Batman fuckkkkkk meeeee!!!" Barbara screamed. She was rapidly nearing another climax when she heard Bruce gasping at her.

"Barbara... getting... close," he gasped in warning.

"Cum, cum for me!" Barbara encouraged.

"I’m ... cum in you?" Bruce asked breathlessly, not knowing if she was on some type of birth control.

"Yes, yes, fill me with your cum!" Barbara returned, her hips pushing up at him even more rapidly.

"I can't hold it much longer!!!" Bruce moaned as his balls tightened. Suddenly he pushed in as deeply as he could go and his body convulsed. His sperm shot from the swollen head, splattering on the welcoming interior walls of Barbara's vagina.

Barbara felt his penis throb and knew that he was filling her with his seed. Her legs tightened around his waist and she lifted her hips. She began to climax.

The two lovers froze as their bodies merged into one.

Within a few seconds Bruce collapsed onto Barbara, his breathing still ragged. He found her lips and kissed her tenderly. "I need this more often." he whispered.

"Me too," Barbara sighed. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist and she could feel his sperm leaking from around their still joined sex organs. However, she noticed that Bruce had lost little of his hardness. When she pushed her hips up she felt him respond. Her face turned from a smile to lustful again. Suddenly, to her surprise and delight, he began to move his hips again.

Bruce was just as amazed as Barbara was. In the past he had always needed a little recovery time. But not this time. Now his penis was as hard as a rock again.

The second coupling lasted far longer. Their bodies worked together in unison... like they had made love a million times.

Bruce rolled Barbara over until she was on top of him. She sat up and smiled down at him and began to bounce up and down. The cum inside her poured out, covering their groins in the warm stickiness.

When they came for the second time it was less intense but nonetheless satisfying. This time they separated, lying in each other's arms in exhaustion.

The grandfather clock struck midnight in the grand hallway of Wayne Manor, its deep chimes echoing through the silent corridors. Jason Todd, donning his Robin suit sans the mask, hesitated in front of the master bedroom door. His heart raced, not from the thrill of the night's patrol, but from the uncertainty of the conversation he was about to have.

Taking a deep breath, he rapped softly on the door, his knuckles barely making a sound against the sturdy wood. "Barbara?" he called out softly, his voice laced with a mix of concern and determination.

There was a pause before the door creaked open, revealing Barbara Gordon, her red hair loose and wearing a soft smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Jason," she greeted, her tone warm and giddy. "What brings you here at this hour?"

"I'm sorry but we've been busy," she answered and then giggled.

Jason's heart began to pound in his chest at her comment. "How... did... it go?" he asked, his mouth suddenly very dry.

"It couldn't have gone better," she said, still whispering. "Bruce needed it too."

"That thin Batgirl costume worked, huh?" he asked.

"Yes. Better than I could have ever hoped." Barbara replied. “I thought I caught him checking out my ass earlier.”

"Where's Bruce now?"

"Batcave. He’s about to go out on patrol. Joker left a clue by the docks that he wants to ruminate on."

"Should we join him on patrol?"

"Maybe after you get naked and get comfortable on the bed and I will tell you what happened."

As Jason stood within the confines of Bruce Wayne’s master bedroom, a sense of unease crept over him, threading through his confidence and leaving a subtle tremor in his hands. The room, grandiose and meticulously organized, was a stark contrast to the chaos that often marked their lives outside these walls. It was a space that spoke of Bruce’s private world, a sanctuary not often shared with others. Jason couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was intruding, stepping into a realm where he didn’t quite belong.

And with Bruce not there to grant his silent approval, it only intensified. He was alone here with Barbara.

“What are you waiting for, Boy Wonder?” Barbara said.

"I'm already there," Jason laughed with nervous relief.

"Good." Barbara giggled and paused before she said, "Jason, I don't know how many climaxes I had but Batm….Bruce came in me three times and I haven't had a chance to clean up. In fact, he wouldn't let me. I've just been lying here naked on our bed with my legs spread. There is cum all over my pussy, my thighs, and it's running onto the sheets. I'm going to have to change them before we go to sleep... “

“Did you hear us?” Barbara asked.

"Yes."

"Are you hard?"

"Yes."

Barbara and Jason fell naked onto the bed; their bodies pressed tightly together, his lips searching for her heaving breasts. He could see the now dried flakes of sperm on the soft swells. His lips worked around those spots and to her hard nipples.

"Yes, suck my tits," Barbara gasped.

As he sucked her nipples, he moved his hand between her legs to play with her excited and still swollen lips. He kissed back up her neck to her ear and whispered, "I'm sure you wanted his big cock in your sweet little hole, didn't you?"

Suddenly, Barbara tensed, wondering how he knew that the stranger had a large penis. Then she decided that she was being paranoid. "Yes, it was big and hard for me after seeing my costume," she gasped.

"Can you still taste him in your mouth?"

Barbara's eyes flew open, remembering that she was with her long held crush just an hour before. Dick brought her familiarity and joy. But Jason’s presence brought a deliciously dark edge to her life. A different sense of danger and allure that Barbara might find irresistible. Barbara always felt charged with temptation, a game where he played with her in the darkest corners of her imagination.

Jason began to move his finger in and out of her vagina as he hovered over his surprised sidekick and stared into her wide eyes. Then he whispered, "I opened the door slightly and saw you. I saw you sucking his cock."

"Oh God," Barbara gasped, mortified that he had watched them, but maybe more concerned that she hadn't told him the entire story.

"I could hear everything." Jason paused for a second and let that sink in. Then he added, "My cock was so hard I thought it was going to rip my costume."

“Did you think about joining?” Barbara asked.

“Would you have let it happen?” Jason asked.

Barbara almost sighed in relief when she realized that he wasn't angry at all. Her body relaxed as the tension flowed out.

"So, how did his cock taste?" Jason asked.

"Go... good," Barbara said hesitantly.

When Jason felt her vagina pulse, he continued his dirty talk. "I saw you swallow his cum too. I saw you drink every drop of his sperm like a good sidekick except what dripped from your chin to your tits. You're such a slut aren't you?" he asked rhetorically. His fingers began to move rapidly in and out of Barbara's now quivering lips.

Barbara didn't answer but she whimpered and squirmed under his manipulations.

"I know you wanted Batman's cock in your pussy," Jason whispered excitedly as he slipped between her legs on his knees.

Barbara moaned as her mind flashed back to the incredible excitement she had felt at that moment. Suddenly, her excitement took over and without any further probing she hissed, "Yes... yes, I wanted his cock! I’ve always want him to fuck meeeee!!!"

Jason groaned as he held himself over Barbara, his penis just touching the wet and swollen lips of her vagina. "Even if my cock's not as big as his, you still want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Oh yes... oh yes. I needed to be bad. I need you to make me cum after Batman and I fucked. I almost ran to you… I was still horny." she moaned and grabbed Jason's ass cheeks as her hips lifted from the bed.

Then he moved the head of his own substantial penis until it just touched her hole, still avoiding her attempts to take him inside. Before he ever fucked her there was something sexy and forbidden about having her. Something between a naughty stepsister, sexless best friend's wife, and neglected stepmom all rolled into one. Part of him had no problem falling for her despite her unorganized chaos of a love lofe.

"Please... please, fuck meeeee Robin. Jason!" Barbara wrapped her arms around Jason's neck and her legs around his waist and she tried to pull him down to her squirming body.

Jason tried to resist, attempting to draw out their excitement. However, his own excitement was rapidly becoming too much for him. He circled his hips, letting the swollen head of his penis become wet with her copious juices. Finally, with a bellow, he dropped his hips and his penis slipped easily into her swollen hole.

"Ahhhheeeee!!!" Barbara screamed. She pulled her lover's hips into her and took him all the way to the bottom. Then she tried to pull his lips to her own.

However, Jason hesitated for a second, remembering where Barbara's lips had been. Then he moaned and let his lips meet hers. His tongue went into her mouth as her warm hole surrounded his throbbing penis. The room quickly filled with the sloppy sounds of their coupling and the bed squeaked and groaned under their frantic movements.

When Jason pulled his lips from Barbara, he bent to her ear again and said, "Batgirl your pussy is so hot and wet tonight. That big cock must have really turned you on. Watching you play with it and then suck it drove me crazy."

"He’s so good at fucking me," Barbara moaned. "It stretched my lips. I wanted to take it inside me so bad." There was no hesitation now as excitement consumed her. They were both too far gone for concern about jealously.

"You're a batslut aren't you?" Jason gasped as his hips pounded into her.

"Yes... yes, I'm your slut. I’m your dirty girl."

"My dirty girl. My sweet and wonderful slut, with another man's sperm leaking from her tight warm cunt." Jason words were bringing them both quickly to a peak.

"Yessssss... I'm your slut. I sucked his cock and drank his cum. That's what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted me to suck another man's cock didn't you?

"Oh God, yes!!!" Jason gasped.

“I love you... I love you..." Barbara hissed as her body began to shake in climax.

Jason didn’t know if she was replaying thoughts of Bruce as he quickly fucked her. The jealousy made him get off even more to it.

Her fingernails dug into Jason's ass and her legs squeezed him tightly to her. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she gasped.

"I'm cummmmmmmmiiiinnnnngggg!!!" Jason screamed as he unleashed his long pent up sperm. It felt as though his balls were exploding as he pumped his sperm deep into his loving, slightly older sidekick. Their bodies trembled and shook as their cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room.

Finally, Jason's body fell heavily onto his redheaded sidekick. Then he rolled to the side, his rapidly shrinking penis slipping from her saturated hole. He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. A minute later the two of them fell into a satisfied and exhausted sleep. Barbara with her mentor’s cum all over them and her lover's cum running from her satisfied hole and Jason with his balls empty, and his penis limp, lying uselessly on his thigh.

Notes:
This is a bit of a spiritual sequel to ROBIN (66) - a story that hasn't gotten a ton of views but what I consider to be my best work. I debated Dick losing his virginity to Barbara at the end. Batburn and a few other writers have written stories where Jason watches Barbara and Bruce have sex but doesn't really act on it.

I heard a story from a friend about how she was having an affair and invited her boyfriend over to fuck her an hour later because she was still horny. So I guess I have visions of her to thank for this.