Moments of Triumph(Barbara Gordon/Batgirl)

An attack from Jonathan Crane, better known as the Scarecrow, left Gotham City infected and in a state of paralyzing fear. No one knew what to do when the gas came in and there appeared to have been no cure. With Batman out of town, doing god only knows what, it was the perfect time for the Scarecrow to strike.

Not exactly the most perfect moment though, for Barbara Gordon, better known as Batgirl, jumped onto the scene in an attempt to stop Crane's virus from spreading. She thanked all of the gods above that she had some help, in the form of a young man who happened to be tracking down some stolen chemicals from New York City. Batgirl and Spider-Man worked together to stop the chemicals and make sure Crane's scheme did not work out right.

"So, are you sure this is going to work?"

"Hey, I'm one hundred and ten percent sure," Spider-Man said. "The toxin elevates the adrenaline of the person. We need to reverse course and sedate the person. Therefore, they will be able to calm down and the toxin slowly works out of the body."

Crane might have been taken down and locked up, and the source of the toxin had been found, but it still didn't prevent the people of Gotham City from reaching an infection. Peter had cured people from plagues before, but this had been different somehow.

"I'm just glad you were here," Batgirl said.

"No problem," the web slinger said. "I'm just doing what any normal good guy would do. We all want to help the people in Gotham City."

Batgirl smiled and looked at him. Brilliant as he was brave. This particular combination set Barbara's heart afutter with thoughts. She could pretty much figure out who was underneath the mask without any problems whatsoever, but what would the fun in that be?

'He is certainly something.'

Peter Parker never knew a simple stolen chemical truck would lead him down the rabbit hole and straight into the madness in Gotham City. He had almost missed the somewhat bland nature of a New York City Night.

He frowned, the air around them appeared to be clean. At least he didn't have to worry about the virus spreading, but wait, something happened.

"What, is there something on my cowl?" Batgirl asked.

"And according to the scanners, you've been infected."

Batgirl's lips curled into a frown. It should have been impossible given how the gas mask on her cowl blocked out many toxins. She couldn't argue though with the young man in front of him.

"I'm not seeing my worst fears come to life," Batgirl argued.

"Well, the toxin effects different people different ways," Spider-Man said. "I'm guessing you've been subjected to one of the Scarecrow's fear toxins before."

Batgirl responded with a nod. She had been unfortunately exposed to that particular trip.

"My adrenaline, when it starts pumping, it's when I see things," Batgirl said. She rolled up the sleeve of her uniform. "So, I guess you need to inject me with the cure."

"Okay, the cure also effects different people in different ways," Spider-Man said. "But, it's just it purging the toxins from your body."

Batgirl gave him a long look and pointed at the side of her arm. Peter decided to press forward.

"Some people, they're pretty happy. While others, they're upset, or depressed, or cold or….."

"Just give me my medicine," Batgirl said. "I don't like shots to begin with, and you talking about what could happen is not going to put me a very happy mood. So prick me, you prick."

The two of them exchanged a smile. Spider-Man injected the counter-agent into her arm. Batgirl responded with a shuddering sound. Several seconds passed, until the very moment where it looked whatever he had done to her, it had worked its way from her body.

The next thing Spider-Man knew, Batgirl started to run her fingers down her sultry body. She moved where the uniform unclipped at the bottom of the cowl. The smoldering look in her eyes made Peter's pants real estate become uncomfortable.

"I guess this is a side effect," Batgirl said. "I wonder if I can do anything about this."

The top half of the uniform came off, and Peter received an unrestricted view of her breasts contained in a black bra. Those round orbs were so succulent, with a small amount of sweat rolling down her body. He moved down to take a look at her sexy abs, toned from hours of working out. She undid her belt and worked her pants down to show Peter her panties as well. A pair of sexy legs had been underneath the uniform, and they stretched on for miles.

"That looks uncomfortable," Batgirl said. "Why don't we get you out of that nice uniform, into something a bit warmer?"

Horniness had not been a side effect Peter prepared for. The sexy crime fighter moved over, dressed in nothing but her bra, panties, gloves, boots, cape, and cowl. She slowly pulled up his mask and revealed his jaw. The feisty redhead planted more kisses onto the side of his mouth.

Barbara Gordon had been frustrated for a very long time and these frustrations finally managed to boil up inside of her. She made quick work of the top of Spider-Man's uniform. The treat revealed of his muscular physique increased Barbara's lust. She pushed her hands over him.

"You're so hot you can melt butter on these abs," Batgirl said.

"Damn, Batgirl, you're pretty sexy yourself."

"Call me, Barbara, no need to be so formal," Barbara said. She squeezed Peter's hard cock.

The stunning beauty dropped down to the ground and was about to blow Peter's mind, without even removing the cowl. Her warm lips found their way around the head and sucked more of Peter into her mouth. She tasted the treat which was to cum.

"Damn," Peter managed.

The sultry redhead temptress worked a few more inches into her mouth and came down onto him. She sucked him, hard. The sounds of a tight suction made Peter feel really good. He rested those hands on the back of Batgirl's head and guided the path into her warm mouth and throat.

A hungry sucking followed, with Barbara craving every last drop of cum inside of those balls. She kissed the length of his cock, using her tongue and lips to the fullest. A second passed before Barbara pushed the full length into the back of her mouth. She held onto Peter's thighs and sucked him hard, craving more of his cock inside of her mouth.

Peter closed his eyes and leaned back against the desk. The redhead on her knees went to town on him and there was never a better feeling in his life. The slow build up inside of his balls made it feel really good.

She sucked, slurping and making lewd, sexy noises around the base of his cock. Peter held onto her head and shoved more of a length down her waiting mouth and throat. Barbara leaned back slightly to accept more cock into her waiting mouth, hungrily sucking on her charge.

"I'm going to explode."

The cowled creimfighter increased her suction around the throbbing rod of her partner. He reached down and shoved more of his length inside of her waiting mouth. The redhead slid all the way down onto his pole and sucked him about as hard as she could.

The first few blasts of cum fired inside of Barbara's mouth. The redhead stayed the course and sucked him extremely hard. Those balls were full and ready to go. She coaxed all of the cum out of his mouth.

The web slinger had been put at the mercy of her very talented mouth. She sucked him until completion. This action left Peter in a very pleased state.

Batgirl rose to a standing position and licked her lips. She made quite the production of swallowing the cum from the young man.

"Yummy."

The crime fighter balanced herself on the edge of table with ease. She ensured Spider-Man's eyes locked onto her before pulling the next play. She slowly slipped down her lacy black panties and exposed a dripping slit in front of the face of Spider-Man. Batgirl's carpet most certainly matched the drapes. She slowly tickled her slit and brought a pleasurable moan.

Spider-Man looked at her. His mask pulled up and his mouth moistened with desire. Batgirl spread her legs out for him and the web head only could go forward.

"I'm hungry now."

"Don't just stand there," Batgirl said with a sultry smile. "Dig in."

Peter lowered his face in between Batgirl's able thighs and started to suckle on her womanhood. She worked those thighs up to get his face pressed between them. All Peter could do was hold onto those plump thighs and bury his face into them.

"Mmm, right there!" Batgirl yelled.

She had been lit on fire with a lustful feeling through her loins. Spider-Man touched her spots and really caused the pleasure to flow freely through the woman's loins. She held her hips off of the table and made sure the back of his head had been guided inside of those thighs.

Spider-Man captured her nether lips and released them. He wanted to taste the full feeling of those tender, lower lips. The taste coming between them made him just hunger for more. His lust increased and he went down further onto them. His cock, sucked dry, started to rise up.

"Get me nice and wet!" the beautiful redhead screamed. "I want to feel your cock inside me. I want to feel it stretching out my tight, pussy, when you fuck the ever living daylights. Fuck me, make me cum, only as a Spider-Man can."

Spider-Man pulled up from her lips and gave it a small kiss. He started to rub on her love button and caused the redhead nymphomaniac to scream.

"Don't start breaking out into song and we wouldn't have the problem."

He went down on Batgirl one more time and ate her pussy. Those hands clutched the back of his mask, slightly tearing at it. It was a good thing Peter had a few extra masks, not that he could ever prepare for an encounter like this.

Batgirl came and came hard. She thought they would have to do the team up thing more often. Spider-Man's mask and the uncovered part of his face just had been splattered with her juices. The very thought excited Barbara and made her tingle with pleasure.

Spider-Man went down on her. He touched the edge of her lips and retracted his tongue from them. A splattering of juices followed. He drank them up like there was no tomorrow.

Her latest orgasm faded, and Batgirl laid on the bed, legs spread. Spider-Man reached behind her and unclipped her, unleashing her round breasts to the world. The redhead squirmed underneath his hands.

"You want me, don't you?"

Batgirl answered with a feverish nod. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation for him. The crime fighter wanted nothing more than to receive his throbbing cock inside of her.

The web slinger lowered himself at the edge of her entrance. The stunning redhead beneath him put her legs up and scissored them around his hips. She encouraged him to take the plunge, so take the plunge he did. The plunge into so much warm, delicious tightness, he couldn't really even describe how good it felt, other than it felt beyond great to be buried inside of her.

"Yes, mmm, yes," Barbara breathed.

Half of the length had been inside of her, but if Barbara won the day, she would have slightly more than half buried inside of her welcoming sheath. She pushed up and had received the full length of his rod, submerged inside of her body. The two connected with each other, the feverish encounter increasing.

"I hope you're willing to last the distance."

Her hands found their way on Peter's back.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm going to need a bigger prick to undo the side effects of that little prick you gave me."

The teasing in her eyes and the promise only made Peter drive down into her as far as possible. He expanded her walls and they retracted around him. Peter kept shoving more of his ample length inside of her. Her lovely breasts bouncing every time he slammed down into her was just an excellent bonus. A bonus which he dove forward and savored with every fiber of his being.

Peter kept shoving his immense length deep inside of Barbara's gripping womanhood. She slid halfway up to his intruding phallus and enjoyed the feeling of being brought deep inside of Peter.

"Go ahead, and give it to me," Barbara said to him. "Harder, inside me, please!"

Peter gave it to her, hard and fast as humanly possible. Barbara stretching underneath his rising and falling cock was a beautiful sight to see. This encounter was really reaching a fever pitch. He could feel her expand inside of him.

Deeper he went between Batgirl's warm and willing thighs. He filled her all the way up, and made her passionate moans accelerate like no one ever before. Those breasts pushed up into Peter's hands and he squeezed them, making them his for the most part.

"You're going to make me lose it!" Batgirl yelled.

"Isn't that the idea?"

His easy going demeanor caused Barbara's gushing to increase around his rod. He stuck her with his immense length. He rose up and fell down within her tight vice of a pussy.

"Yes, I suppose so!" Barbara mewled. "Just give it to me, give it to me hard! Give it to me faster!"

Peter wasn't one to deny a beautiful woman what she wanted. Said beautiful woman's tight walls were squeezing him tight and ensuring he didn't stray a second from her body. Peter lifted himself up to a certain point and shoved his throbbing hard cock inside of her. Barbara pushed her hips off of the bed, and took a deep breath, pushing in the pleasure through her loins.

"Yes, mmm, yes," Barbara moaned. "Give it to me, nice and hard! Hard and fast! Make sure I really feel it. I want to really feel what you're giving me, Spider-Man!"

The thrusting increased and he further buried himself into the redhead goddess underneath him. Barbara shifted her hips a certain point off of the bed and took his huge cock into her welcoming body. The beautiful woman clutched onto Peter and received a huge thrust into her body.

"You're really feeling it alright," Peter said.

He danced down her body with those fingers, like a spider trying to find the right point to wrap his webbing around. Barbara shoved more of her tight vice around Peter's incoming, throbbing cock. She hung onto Peter with everything he was worth and in her mind, with the pleasure burning through her eyes, dancing through her body, he was worth more than a lot.

"Yes, I'm feeling it," Barbara said. "Now, drill me harder. Really push that cock into me! I want to feel it, I want to feel it stretch me!"

The hard cock stretched her tight vice. Barbara held her legs against his incoming manhood. The sensation of those thick balls slamming against her made Barbara gush. It made a feeling of pure pleasure just rock throughout her body. Those hips just kept wrapping around Peter and pushing more of his thick length inside of her body. Barbara squeezed him hard and released him just about as hard.

Peter worked himself over the edge. He molded her tight ass. The encounter excited him just as much as it did her. His cock swelled when entering her body.

"Don't pull out," Barbara begged him.

She wrapped her legs around him. The firm flesh felt good exerting so much force on Peter's waist. He noticed she had gasped extra hard the second Peter's fingers danced down the side of her legs, and made a travel around her thighs. So, Peter did this to really drive Barbara completely mad.

The crime fighter was glad this team up happened. Not only did they succeed in stopping the bad guy's evil plan, but she was getting a pounding the likes of which she hadn't gotten in a very long time. The web-slinger filled the inside of her body, almost emptied her, and filled her up again. The sensations spread out.

"Getting close."

"Don't slow down, now," Barbara begged him. "Keep it up. Keep hammering my pussy. Cum inside me. Please, cum inside of me!"

She practically begged the handsome hero in front of her. The masks might have been still on, but it added to an erotic appeal to this encounter. It just made it that much more hotter. And speaking of hotter, Barbara Gordon's pussy was throbbing hot for his hard cock to be buried inside of her. Those balls, filling up, just as much as they filled her up, made her gush.

Peter rode her all the way to the edge. He indulged in that great body pressed underneath her. Those round succulent breasts were ripe for the squeezing so he squeezed them. The action made her tighten around her.

"Almost there."

Barbara came on the spot with the rapid fire pounding. She maneuvered her muscles around his love organ and squeezed it. She wanted him to have the greatest explosion ever inside of her.

'Only fair for giving me such a good, and satisfying night of sex. Oh, I'm going to be feeling this one in the morning. But, It's going to be worth it.'

The immense length buried inside of Barbara. She milked him to the point where his rod was being tensed up. The feeling of pleasure bursting from those balls followed.

Peter rode out her sweet orgasm and turned it into one of his own. His cum splattered inside of her pussy. His balls drained inside of her.

"More!"

He rode all the way to the end, and could feel her body tense up underneath him. The redhead's sweaty, sexy body made him just hammer her faster until his climax followed out. He clutched her breasts for emphasis when driving into her.

Their orgasms faded, and Peter pulled out of Barbara. Barbara gingerly sat up, her thighs a bit battered, but damn, if it wasn't worth it to feel a good hard fucking.

The cowled crime fighter reached over to the bag, and jotted down something.

"Feel free to swing by whenever you're in Gotham City. I could use a good pick me up."

She handed Spider-Man the piece of paper with an address. Barbara leaned in and gave him one more kiss on the cheek, which slowly delved into something more.

Okay, it turned out the effects of the fear toxin antidote weren't completely worked out. Good thing he was ready to go again.

End.