LESBIAN FLING 1: BATGIRL AND CATWOMAN

"Well, well,"

 

Catwoman freezes at the utterance of those two simple words, then whirls about to see Batgirl standing behind her, arms folded, short red hair stirring fitfully in the fast breeze this high up. "Really, Catwoman?" she asks critically. "You thought you could break in here?"

 

"Well, can't blame a kitty for trying," Catwoman says witha wicked grin.

 

"Actually, I can." Batgirl lunges at her with a fist.

 

Catwoman dodges to the side, barely evading the costumed crusader's strike, then her own hand flashes up, a crumpled cloth in her hand. She clamps it over Batgirl's mouth and nose. "Mhmm!" Batgirl moans, her eyes wide with alarm as Catwoman wraps her other hand around Batgirl's head to hold the cloth pressed in place.

 

"Go on, little mouse!" Catwoman says gloatingly. "Go on, breath deep. . ."

 

The two are pressed close together, their tight costumes rubbing over each other, their breasts brushing against each other as Batgirl squirms in Catwoman's grip.

 

"Go on. . ." Catwoman says, smiling wickedly.

 

With one deft move, Batgirl, knocks Catwoman's cloth away and slithers out of her grip, their hot bodies rubbing close as she puts Catwoman in her own grip, "I got you!" she says with a grin.

 

"Umph!" Catwoman grunts, wriggling against her; in moments, they are both hot and panting, their cheeks flushed and pink.

 

Batgirl can feel her nipples hardening under the constant stimulation, her breath comes hard, her pulse pounding hard in her ears, but not only form the fight. Catwoman, her hot body rubbing against the teen's tight form, pants, her tongue lolling out, caught helpless in her body's reaction to 

 

Their eyes meet for an instant, and both can see the same thing in the other's eyes. Impulsively, Batgirl leans forward the few inches separating them, and presses her lips to Catwoman's.

 

"Mhmm!" Catwoman moans in surprise, her eyes wide. Then her eye half-close. "Mhmmm. . ." she moans, responding to the kiss, rubbing her slinky body against Batgirl's, not to escape, but pressing close, purring softly. Her clawed hands paw at Batgirl's costume, pulling open her front, baring her small pert breasts.

 

"Mhmmm. . ." Batgirl moans, her lips still pressed to Catwoman's; she grabs at the zipper of Catwoman's costume where it ends between her thighs, and pulls it up.

 

They pull each other out of their costumes and press close, naked skin flushed with heat despite the cold air rushing over them as they perch on the narrow ledge.

 

Catwoman breaks off the kiss and pushes Batgirl away, but only to lower herself down to place her lips to Batgirl's soft skin in the cleft between her breasts.

 

Batgirl throws her head back, her eyes closed, moaning softly as Catwoman lowers herself further, laying a trail of kisses down Batgirl's flat belly to down between her tight thighs. "Oh!" she gasps out loud as Catwoman presses her lips to Batgirl's lower lips, sucking gently then pulling away.

 

Catwoman presses her lips close again, parting her lips to slide her tongue through into Batgirl's slit.

 

"Ah!" Batgirl cries out, shivering as sparks fly in her belly, heat rising like pleasure.

 

Catwoman runs her agile feline tongue through Batgirl's slit, playing delightedly with her, running her tongue over her clit, sucking and nibbling at her sensitive flesh to make her squirm and cry out; Catwoman clutches at Batgirl as she cums, holding her close as she shudders and screams, her cry echoing down the many stories below them.

 

Still gasping for breath, Batgirl kisses Catwoman on the lips, and tastes her own juices on the thief's tongue. She works her way down Catwoman's body, until she is between Catwoman's pale thighs, the naked criminal pussy's naked pussy right before her. She presses toward her, pressing her soft lips against the soft lips before her.

 

Catwoman trembles as Batgirl's tongue slides into her, running up her narrow slit. "Nnnnnn. . ." she moans through gritted teeth, her fingers clawing reflexively at thin air. Catwoman's naked breasts heave, her breath coming faster as her hips buck, forcing her pussy against Batgirl's lips. "Oh, me-yow!" she yowls, tossing her head, her shrill cry ringing out as Batgirl's tongue slides over her clit.

 

A thin sheen of sweat stands out on Catwoman's naked skin, shining in the dim city light; she grabs Batgirl's head by her hair, winding her claws through the thick red curls, forcing Batgirl's lips harder against her pussy. "Oh, fuck me!" the feline felon cries out, and Batgirl obliges, tearing as scream of pleasure from her lips as her lower lips stream forth with pleasure.

 

After some time, the two disentangle themselves form each other.

 

"Well, that was nice," Catwoman says, turning away. "See you later, little mouse!"

 

"Wait!" Batgirl snaps. "You're not getting away like that!"

 

"Right!" Catwoman snickers. "Like you're gonna stop m-MMHMPH!"

 

Grinning, Batgirl grabs Catwoman from behind, clamping the dropped rag over her mouth and nose "Shhhh," Batgirl whispers in her ear as the sickly-sweet smell of the drug slips through her nostrils. "Take a breath, pussycat!"

 

"Mhmm!" Catwoman moans helplessly, her naked skin trembling with tension. But she can't stop herself; she draws a deep breath, and her eyes roll back in her head, her struggles slowing, then she goes limp in the teen heroine's arms.

 

Batgirl lowers Catwoman down, then quickly cuffs her hands behind her back. She is unaware of a dark figure watching in silence not very far away.

 

Painted lips twitch in a satisfied smile after the incredible sapphic display the two subjects had made. "Well, that was fun. Who will I do next?"