Plowing Barbara

What was the difference between Starfire and Barbara Gordon? The alien princess was taller and bigger tits. So what did Barbara have?

A better ass. A peach-shaped delicacy that was proportioned to utter perfection. No amount of genetics could match Batgirl's ass cheeks.

Then there were her skills. Barbara was smart and she carried herself that way in every facet of her life.

The steam from the shower curled lazily around Barbara, wrapping her hourglass figure in a warm, comforting embrace. The water traced the contours of her toned frame and she sighed contentedly as she ran her fingers through her red hair. It was moments like these—quiet, intimate, and entirely hers—that she cherished most.

But then, the bathroom door creaked open, and she blinked mid-lather. Her heart skipped a beat, but only for a moment, because she knew exactly who it was. Aaron. Her ordinary civilian boyfriend. A messy hook-up turned fulltime lover boy.

Only he would be so casual about coming in. She turned her head slightly, not fully facing him, but enough to catch a glimpse of his tall, lean frame leaning against the doorframe.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you to knock?”

Aaron smiled. “You left the door unlocked. That’s practically an invitation.” His deep voice carried a playful edge, and Barbara felt a shiver run down her spine despite the heat of the shower. He was wearing nothing but that confident grin, and as he approached, her eyes involuntarily drifted downward.

Oh god.

In some ways, he was a lot like Dick Grayson, lean and hot. In others...

Her innocent civilian boyfriend was incomparable. The kindest, most attractive man in the world.

Oh, and the most hung too.

His flaccid cock hung between his legs, already massive even in its relaxed state. Ten inches of sheer thickness, slapping away at his thighs from each step he took. Barbara’s breath caught in her throat, just as it always did. No matter how many times she saw it, she couldn’t quite get used to the sight.

Thwap, thwap, thwap! The classic cock slapping sound, lewd and hot. Barbara turned herself to fully face where he was coming from. Her breathing became almost needy and her thicc thighs rubbed together.

The shower stall slid open.

“You’re staring." Aaron possessed a naturally flat tone of voice, which made his teases all the more enjoyable. He was different from Dick who was a goofball much of the time. Aaron veered on the serious and solemn and that was what made him so appealing. Breathing through that exterior and going to cock of things—sorry, the heart of things was the best experience of her life.

He stepped into the shower stall, closing the glass door behind him. The space wasn’t exactly designed for two, but that only made it more intimate. The water fell on him. His dark hair wettened. He was an inch taller than Dick, she estimated, and without scars. Aaron Reigner was...flawless. An ordinary man who was hot and lean and everything she wanted in a man. Someone who was steadfast in his love.

Who only looked at her.

Barbara bit her lip, trying—and failing—to suppress a smile. “Can you blame me? It’s… distracting.” She reached out, her fingers brushing against his forearm, and he raised an eyebrow.

“Distracting, huh?” he murmured. He leaned in, cock and balls cock swinging gently as he did, and Barbara couldn’t help but glance down again. “Maybe you should do something about it.”

Her cheeks flushed, but her hand didn’t hesitate. Without breaking eye contact, she wrapped her fingers around him, marveling at the sheer size even in his flaccid state. He hummed when she began to stroke him slowly, pumping her fist up and down his length. She loved the way he responded to her touch, the way his muscles tensed under her hand.

"Good girl..."

Barbara went red. Barbara did as she was told and jerked him off harder.

"You really know how to jerk a cock, Red."

“Y-you’re such a tease,” Barbara stammered, almost as red as her hair. She could feel him growing harder with each stroke, thickening in her grasp and rising until....

"Ah!"

It lodged between her legs, heating up against her bare pussy. How many inches it was, she did not know, only that casually went beyond her thighs and ass. Indeed, though trapped by Batgirl's thighs, they were not limited.

Aaron chuckled. “If I’m the tease, what does that make you?” He reached out, cupping her cheek with one hand while the other traced the curve of her hip.

Barbara didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned into him, her free hand resting on his shoulder as she continued to stroke him. That giant cock brushing on her cunt, the water streaming down their bodies, slicking their skin, and how she eagerly pressed herself closer. Barbara and Aaron were lovers.

His cock twitched one last time, fully erect now. Aaron grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezed them once, then walked back.

He showed her.

He showed what she had upgraded to.

'No other dick compares...'

Thirteen inches of pure, throbbing perfection. Thick and veiny, it poked her pussy, demanding her attention. Barbara couldn’t tear her eyes away, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Y-your cock is so amazing..." Breath in, breath out. God, in a shower, her ex's cock never did this. No matter where she moved, she would always feel the monster cock. It had already stretched her. It was bound to her.

Her fingers wound up in her cunt. It wasn't enough. She needed more. Dildos wouldn't do. Six inches wouldn't do.

Thirteen inches would.

"So big, so big, so big...." Barbara was shaking, hands by her side, cheeks and ears scarlet red, and just staring. She wanted to touch it. The water oozing off of it looked like pre-cum. She leaned down ever so slightly.

Aaron decided it was time. He pulled her into a kiss, grabbing that sweet ass and giving a spank. "Mmmph~!"

Barbara loved the ass spanking so he did it again and again until she moaned. Breaking the kiss, he proceeded to spin her around. Her boobs jiggled wildly. She was no Starfire. However, Barbara was still a D-cup gymnastic. A woman with a peachy ass and gorgeous tits tipped with red.

A classical, hourglass redhead.

"A-Aaron...!" She felt the tip of his cock brush against her entrance. A shiver ran through her and she arched her back instinctively. On all fours, ass out, and eyes looking back, all she wanted was to fuck. To think just minutes ago, her ex had come to visit. The Flying Grayson was lucky Aaron had not mentioned it. Otherwise, this fuckfest would have become a humiliation ritual for him. A thirteen inch battering ram of a dong was pressing up against her cunt. Her pussy was already stretched. Already acquainted.

"You ready?"

Barbara nodded feverishly, her hands bracing against the wall. “Yes. God, yes.”

He pushed inside her in one smooth, relentless thrust, stretching her in ways she hadn’t thought possible. "Nnnnghhhh~!"

"Cumming already!"

His pelvis slapped against her ass. There he was. Back inside. Back where he belonged. Dick Grayson laid his claim a long time ago. So had Aaron and he...

"Yesssss~!"

...could do things no man before him could. He could make Barbara Gordon squeal and orgasm just by being inside.

So if that was the first thrust...

"Oh gosshhhh~! Oh god! Goddd! Aaaaron! Aaron, your COCK! YOUR COCK IS TOO GOOD! TOO GOOOD~! NNGHHH~! C-CAN'T! I CAN'T STOP CUMMIIIING!"

The rest was bound to be ridiclous. In thirty seconds of fucking, her ordinary civilian boyfriend managed to make her orgasm more than Dick Grayson ever did. In one hour, the playboy managed four orgasms.

"CUMMMMIIING~! I'M CUMMING BECAUSE OF YOUR BIG FAT COOOOCKK~!"

In forty seconds, Aaron managed thirty.

Truly incomparable.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Barbara didn't have huge tits. So fucking what? Smack! Clap! Thwap! The lewd noises of a pelvis fucking an ass was equally as amazing as fondling tits. The jiggles, the slight shift of pink, the balls-slapping against them as if they were lovers.

Indeed, without a proper ass, the noises of mating could not be established. The moans, the gasps, the slaps, all of it was apart of the experience. Being able to fuck the best ass of all was delightful. Being able to pound away at Batgirl with zero repercussions and complete love was a privilege. Dick Grayson threw it away for a big titty bimbo alien princess. So in came an ordinary man who asked her out. In came a man with a huge cock, huge balls, and a bigger heart. A man who didn't just fuck that ass but cherished. A man who didn't sigh and silently prefer big tits.

Being able to pull out, sandwich your cock between ass cheeks, and then lean forward to whisper, "Want more?" was a fucking dream. Dick Grayson threw it all away for a whole titty fuck. Well, in the opinion of those that loved Barbara Gordon and Batgirl, getting a woman whose ass cheeks squeezed the living life out of cock was better.

"Haah...nnghhh...Aaaroon..."

She was smiling. She was happy. So she kissed them. They kissed, her ass grinding up and down, before Aaron ended the kiss and got back to fucking.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"I LOVE YOUUUU~!" Barbara cried out, her voice echoing off the tiles as he filled her completely. Her toes curled, her nails scraping against the wet surface in front of her, and she gasped for air.

“Aaaron~! Aaaroooon~! Aaron…!” Barbara could only moan and gasp and whimper. With a cock like this, there was no resisting. There was no chance of it slipping out, unlike Dick Grayson. “You’re soooo big! Nnnnghhh…! Gah! Oh god, oh god, oh god—cuMMIIING~!"

Aaron did not brag about his skills in bed. His actions did all the work. He set a punishing pace, his hips slamming into her bouncing booty and driving her wild. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her pussy, hitting spots she didn’t even know existed.

Had Dick Grayson ever even fucked her?

"I assume he did, you don't sound like a virgin."

Oh fuck, she said that out loud! "S-soorry! S-sho shooory!"

"Don't!" Thrust! Orgasm. "Be! Intrusive thoughts are intrusive thougths! And...!"

Barbara Gordon was supposed to be intelligent. She was supposed to be Oracle, dignified and smart and—oh god, she was cumming. "CUMMMING!" Eyes rolled back, tongue lolled out—good heavens, she was cumming.

Aaron smiled. "That sounded like a compliment."

Barbara could hardly form coherent thoughts. All she could do was feel—the way his cock stretched her, the way his hands gripped her hips, the way his breath hitched with every movement. She was lost in the rhythm, in the sheer intensity of their connection, and when the hundredth orgasm hit her, it nearly brought her to her knees.

She screamed his name and shuddered uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over her. But Aaron didn’t stop. He kept going, fucking her closer and closer to a state she would not recognize. Until she was a quivering, whimpering mess.

“Aaron, please…” she begged, her voice breaking. “Cum...cum inside...d-do what Dick...wooon't..."

"..."

Casually, he thrusted. Casually, his thrusts became deeper and faster, and Barbara felt herself spiraling toward another climax. This time, it hit her even harder, her vision blurring as she came apart in his arms.

"I'll think about," Aaron ended up saying.

Only then did he allow himself to finish. After a final, powerful thrust, he pulled out and jerked himself off to completion. "Here it is! I'm going to cum all over your ass, Barbara!" His cock pulsed and spilled his seed all over that peachy booty. He groaned her name, jerking and pulling at his cock until he decided he had enough.

While still cumming, he slapped his cock onto her ass, pulled her tight against him, wrapped his arms around her stomach, and crashed his lips into hers in a searing kiss.

Their bodies trembled together, the shower still raining down on them as they clung to each other. Barbara felt fucking stupid. Straight up, she felt dumb like she was some cum slut bimbo.

"I-I'm supposed to be the best hacker in the world," Barbara whimpered out. She almost felt ashamed of what she was. Almost. When she saw Aaron's face, this ordinary man who was nothing but an office worker at Wayne Tech, everything felt okay. The shower washed away his thick, creamy cum. That was when he spoke and made his move.

"You still are, honey."

Sighing and smiling, Aaron scooped her up.

"Wanna go?"

Batgirl couldn't help but smile. If some of those pervy criminals saw her now, they would think she was a whole other person. Blushing and smiling like some Victorian-era maiden saved by her knight. "Mhm."

Barbara wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her out of the bathroom, water droplets trailing behind them like a bridal veil. Her laughter faded into a breathy sigh as she felt his hardness pressing up her butt. Fully hard and stretched out, it was impossible not to notice. Her eyes flickering over to where his massive cock bounced each step. Thirteen inches long—how could anyone get used to that?

Cum and water dripped from the tip. He walked across her bedroom, not noticing.

“You’re gonna ruin my floors,” Barbara teased.

“Worth it."

He laid her down on the bed. Almost instinctively, Barbara went on all fours and crawled, her ass jutting out towards him. Before she could make it too far, he gave her a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the room, and Barbara just looked back with a smirk.

"Horn dog."

Barbara liked that part of him. Dick was too abrasive. Too much of a lover boy. Aaron just did things without saying it.

“Hot damn,” he muttered, squeezing her cheeks. “The recoil on that thing! You’re built for this.”

"To fuck?"

"Being Batgirl."

"So having a good ass is what means to be Batgirl?" Barbara shook her booty. "Men."

"True. Men can be idiots. Luckily, I have the smartest woman in the world to balance it out."

Barbara blushed and crawled away. Indeed, because Dick was a lover bomber and Aaron wasn't, when he praised her, he meant it. She crawled until her head fell on the pillow and she could see her nude boyfriend and his giant cock.

“You want my opinion? I think you’re the one who’s built for this." Barbara breathed. "You're hung like a horse. Are you sure you're not a metahuman?"

Aaron laughed, climbing onto the bed and slapped that big monster cock onto her pussy. “Better question: why are you always so obsessed with it?”

She didn’t have an answer—at least not one she could articulate. Instead, she spread her legs wider, inviting him in. Aaron leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss while guiding his cock to her entrance. The moment he pushed inside, Barbara gasped and suppressed the urge to arch her back.

"E-every..."

Four inches, five inches, six inches...

Seven inches. More than Dick could ever go.

"TIME!"

On top of that, her new boyfriend was thick, impossibly so, stretching her in ways she didn’t think were possible. And yet, every inch felt like heaven.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as he bottomed out. “Aaron…fuck…”

He paused, letting her adjust, his forehead pressed against hers. “You good?” he asked.

Barbara nodded frantically, her nails digging into his shoulders. He was on top of her. He looked at her like he truly, whole-heartedly loved her. No hesitation, no other woman. Only her. “Yes, yes, just move. Please.”

Aaron obliged, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with a **** that made her cry out. Each stroke was deliberate, each movement calculated to hit every sensitive spot inside her. Barbara’s body melted under his, her muscles tightening as pleasure coiled within her.

How many hours had she trained? How much time did she spend every night fighting criminals? God, she didn't know or care. She was willing to be Batman and commit to seven hours of nightly patrols if it meant this. If it meant every night, she came back to this.

"Cooockkk...!"

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, **** for more.

But Aaron had other plans. He broke away from her lips, sitting back on his heels and pulling her up with him. Before Barbara could protest, he flipped her over, her knees sinking into the mattress as she assumed the position. Her ass was on full display now, and Aaron wasted no time admiring it, his hands kneading her cheeks as he lined himself up again.

“You ready?”

Barbara glanced over her shoulder, her hair sticking to her flushed face. "Y-you're way too obsessed with my ass..."

Aaron chuckled, giving her another spank before thrusting into her without warning. Barbara’s shriek turned into a loud, drawn-out moan as he filled her completely. CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! Her hands gripped the headboard for support, her entire body shaking with each powerful thrust. She could feel him everywhere—stretching her, claiming her, making her his in every way possible.

“Gosh! Nnnngh, Aaron! Aaaron~! So deeep!” Her eyes rolled back and her voice broke as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Right there! Oh God, right there!”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Aaron focused on that angle. He fucked it nice and well. It was way out of Dick Grayson's reach. Poor guy. He was Nightwing yet he never managed to fully satisfy Barbara? Was he too busy with Starfire?

Oh well. Barbara’s increasingly frantic moans and Aaron's increasing balls-slapping pace went hand in hand. "Gssskkk~! Ngghhh~!" She covered her mouth. She had to in order to make herself sound remotely human. Batgirl could feel herself unraveling, her orgasm building with each thrust, each stroke of his cock against her womb.

“How many orgasms?"

“W-we're at a hundred and t-twenty!” Barbara managed between gasps. She counted. She did have a photographic memory, after all. She always remembered. “Twenty-one! Nnnghhh! Don’t stop, Aaron, please don’t stop!”

He didn’t. If anything, he fucked her harder, his grip on her hips tightening as he pushed her closer to the edge. Barbara’s vision blurred, her entire world narrowing down to the feel of him inside her. When her one hundred and fiftieth orgasm finally hit, it was explosive, ripping through her with such intensity that she screamed his name and Aaron didn't even know it. He thought she was moaning for the sake of it.

Aaron groaned, his rhythm faltering as her tightness threatened to pull him over the edge with her. But he held on, determined to make her come undone once more. He slowed his pace, allowing her to catch her breath before picking up speed again. Barbara whimpered, her oversensitive body struggling to keep up, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure coursing through her.

“You’re a mess,” Aaron murmured, his tone equal parts smug and affectionate. “Look at you. Heh, Valentine's Day."

Valentine's Day.

Her body had a visceral reaction. Her body remembered the tears. The day she got cucked by another woman.

Barbara's mind barely registered his words, too lost in the sensation of him moving inside her, but her mind remembered. Her legs trembled, her mind fogged with lust, and yet she couldn’t get enough. “More,” she begged. “Please, Aaron, I need more.”

Vengeance. This was all about vengeance.

So when her ordinary boyfriend buried himself deep, cock fully inside and balls pressed flat, she moaned out, "Insiiiide~!"

His cock pulsed and flooded her insides in a way Dick Grayson never had. Barbara felt the warmth spreading inside her. She whimpered, she convulsed, and her head dropped down. Only her ass was raised up.

Slam, slam, slam! Wham, wham, wham!

Perfect for a creampie and short bursts of thrusting. Aaron was sighing as he emptied his balls inside her Batgirl pussy. He wrung out so much baby batter that when he pulled out, all Aaron could do was slap her ass and say, "I hope you took the pill."

Barbara Gordon never took the pill.