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"Is this right?" Jean-Paul asked, his glasses sliding down his nose. He'd insisted on keeping them on so that he could see what he was doing— it made for an almost comical contrast to his nudity.

"Let me look," Barbara said, leaning back in her chair and assessing the way Jean-Paul and Batgirl were posed.

Batgirl's supreme flexibility allowed her to rest an ankle against Jean-Paul's shoulder, her nude form pressed against him. Unfortunately, their height difference made the position entirely impractical, nothing like when Barbara and Dick had spent time together when he was Robin.

Turning her head to look at Barbara, Batgirl blinked docilely before dropping her leg and stepping back, revealing her pert breasts and lithe form. Jean-Paul's hands grasped at the air before he turned and looked at Barbara helplessly, eyes wide behind his glasses. He was mostly flaccid, which didn't help his pathetic yet Adonis-like appearance.

Unlike Batgirl, he couldn't read her body and through it her mind. Although Batgirl was sometimes unnerving, Barbara still appreciated her skill immensely.

"Move behind her, Jean-Paul," Barbara decided.

Jean-Paul's eyes darted down to Batgirl before he nervously did as he was told. Batgirl remained calm, shoulders down as she leaned slightly back into Jean-Paul's space. Her vulnerability and trust in them both was heady, for all that it had Jean-Paul tensing up even more.

"Put your hands on her waist." Barbara wheeled slightly forward and then back at an angle, adjusting her line of sight.

Jean-Paul's long fingers nearly met as he rested his hands on Batgirl's waist, his large, pale hands contrasting with Batgirl's darker, well-muscled stomach.

"Now lift her up."

"Alright," Jean-Paul said lowly, widening his stance, before pausing. "Is that alright with you, Batgirl?"

Batgirl glanced over her shoulder, but whatever passed between them was lost to Barbara. Still, Jean-Paul's grip grew more sure as he picked Batgirl up, his muscles flexing as he strained slightly. He wasn't as strong without the mask, but Barbara appreciated his face too much to let him wear it for this.

If he squatted a little, and Batgirl spread her legs… Barbara hummed, nodding.

"You can put her down for a second while you touch yourself," she directed.

"A-are you sure?" Jean-Paul asked, though he set Batgirl down gently. She landed with ease, her stance remaining balanced.

"Yes. You said you wanted to make my day better, didn't you?" Barbara beckoned for Batgirl to approach her.

Padding over on her bare feet, Batgirl slid into Barbara's lap, reading her intentions as always.

"I thought we might go on a walk. Or, maybe, the two of us together, might…" Jean-Paul trailed off as Batgirl splayed her legs wide as she leaned back in Barbara's lap. Barbara slid sure fingers down to palm at Batgirl's clit and begin rubbing against her entrance. She was still mostly dry, but Barbara knew through experience that Batgirl's body was always incredibly accommodating.

"We're bonding," Barbara reassured him with a smile. "You want to bond with me and Batgirl, don't you?"

Jean-Paul swallowed visibly, but he licked his hand the way she'd taught him (lube was hard to come by these days) before taking himself in hand. He moved in slow strokes, tightening as he reached the head. Barbara's arousal surged as she saw him try again to copy her technique. She pressed her first finger into Batgirl, body heating even more as she thought about the fact that she was preparing Batgirl for her first cock and Jean-Paul for his first pussy.

Batgirl pressed a kiss to her cheek, then tilted Barbara's head to the side so that their lips could meet. Barbara sunk into the kiss easily, licking into Batgirl's mouth as Jean-Paul made a punched out noise where he stood.

Barbara sunk another finger into Batgirl, smiling into the kiss as Batgirl began to squirm in her lap. Barbara's fingers grew damp, then wet, the noise filling the air. Jean-Paul's masturbating grew louder, too, until he made a sound that Barbara recognized. She pulled away from Batgirl's lips with no small measure of regret.

"Alright, Jean-Paul, time to stop."

With a quiet whine, Jean-Paul obeyed, dropping his hand. Barbara glanced over at him assessingly. His glasses were fogged, his breath was coming faster, and his cock was now standing at attention, pointing up towards his belly button and flushed a charming pink.

"Babs?" he asked, sounding a little lost.

Thoughtfully, Barbara spread her fingers inside of Batgirl. Good enough, she decided.

"You're both ready. Go on," she told Batgirl, who slid from her lap and back over to Jean-Paul. Jean-Paul shied away from her now that he was hard, scared of his own arousal as always.

"Pick her up again."

Jean-Paul pushed his glasses up, then reached down for Batgirl's waist again. Batgirl shivered visibly at his touch, shooting Barbara an unreadable look. Barbara paused to savor the tableau— Batgirl's peaked nipples, her slightly mussed hair, the way she pressed herself eagerly into Jean-Paul's hands, which slipped slightly from how hard he was sweating.

Batgirl's legs spread as Jean-Paul lifted her, her athleticism making the way she straddled him backwards and at a strange angle look easy. Jean-Paul sagged backwards instinctively as Batgirl's legs curled around his. It'd be much less strain if they were sitting down. Barbara didn't offer them a chair.

As they settled into the pose, Jean-Paul grunted, his cock likely pressed into his belly by Batgirl's ass. Barbara gave them a long look, and Batgirl shifted up, then down, catching Jean-Paul's length between her spread thighs, where it pressed against her pussy lips. The sight of the tip of Jean-Paul's cock poking out from beneath Batgirl's dark curls had Barbara biting her lip.

"You told me before that you'd never had sex, Jean-Paul," Barbara started. "So today, we're going to pop your cherry."

"O-oh," Jean-Paul said. "I don't have any fruit. But is this okay with Batgirl?"

Barbara paused. Batgirl shifted slightly in Jean-Paul's grip, reaching back to hold his neck as she adjusted her position. She didn't seem entirely sure about how she felt, though she was experimentally trying to rock against Jean-Paul's cock. Without anything to press it against, though, all she was accomplishing was sliding herself against him. Her brows drew together slightly in concentration.

"Don't you feel how much she wants you? She's dripping." Barbara felt the same— she couldn't feel if she was dripping, but the squirming feeling in her gut had her pretty sure. Her horny brain was already starting to overpower her logical one, though she knew she could concentrate any time if she needed to.

"I—" Jean-Paul started, hands visibly clenching and unclenching on Batgirl's waist as he licked his lips. Sweat was beading on his forehead.

Batgirl managed to get a better angle by smushing Jean-Paul's erection against his thigh, grinding down on it with a pleased huff of breath.

Jean-Paul moaned loudly, tugging Batgirl closer instinctively as he curled forward and pressing his face into her shoulder.

"Good girl," Babs said, shooting Batgirl a smile.

Batgirl smiled back, though she was clearly distracted by rubbing against Jean-Paul again, trying to get him to make more sounds. His continued panting and moaning was suppressed by Batgirl's skin, but Barbara didn't mind.

"You're so close," she urged.

"Bat— Bab—" Jean-Paul tried and failed to speak, his glasses barely hanging onto his face. Still, he didn't let Batgirl go as she rubbed her pussy against his cock, even with the awkward angle. Batgirl's eyes narrowed as she looked at Barbara, trying to figure out what she wanted.

"Show her, Jean-Paul." Barbara leaned back in her chair, debating whether to waste valuable battery power on her vibrator. The sight of them alone might do it for her. Jean-Paul's expression was lost, though he shifted Batgirl awkwardly, pulling her off of his dick for a moment.

Batgirl could tell that Barbara wanted something, and that Jean-Paul knew what it was. She visibly went with his movements, trying to puzzle them out from her awkward position. With a huff, she tilted her head back and to the side, tugging Jean-Paul's hair as she pulled him forward to look at.

His cock slid against her pussy again, his aim the position failing him. They'd all be lucky if he made it inside of her before he shot off. Barbara put her hands on her wheels, considering rolling forward.

Whatever Batgirl saw in Jean-Paul's expression or felt in his movements seemed to clue her in, and her muscles flexed as she helped Jean-Paul hold herself in place, dropping one arm down and reaching between her thighs. Her hand closed on his cock, and Jean-Paul whined.

"Barbara," he managed. "I can't—"

"You can," she reassured, eyes locked on Batgirl's small hand, and the way she pressed the head of Jean-Paul's cock against herself. Batgirl's own brown eyes were watching Barbara. His cock jerked in Batgirl's grip, and the tip finally pressed against Batgirl's pussylips. Barbara bit her lip. Batgirl made a quiet noise, then pushed down, holding Jean-Paul steady.

"I have to pull out," Jean-Paul said in a strained whisper.

"It's Batgirl's first time, sweetheart. Hold on a little longer." Barbara had no intention of allowing him to pull out. The idea of Batgirl getting pregnant while having no idea what that meant was too heady. The idea of Jean-Paul knowing the risk and taking it because of Barbara made her core throb. She reached down and rubbed over the seam of her pants, the ghost of feeling making her tense.

Batgirl rolled her hips, then rotated them slowly, feeling out the new sensation. Jean-Paul's blond hair slid against her shoulder as he dropped his face again.

"Try thrusting once for me, baby," Barbara urged, eyes going half-lidded.

While Batgirl didn't understand what Barbara was saying, Jean-Paul did. He jerked his hips weekly, holding Batgirl in place so that he could pull out and then thrust in. His legs were shaking, while Batgirl remained firm.

"Please," he begged.

Batgirl frowned, curling her fingers in his hair and pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head as she began to bounce athletically in his lap. She seemed to sense that Jean-Paul was painfully on edge and wanted to help him. Barbara had to cover her mouth to suppress a moan.

"I—" Jean-Paul's voice was thick. Poor virgin boy.

Batgirl seemed to be enjoying herself though, even as she tried to help Jean-Paul along. Jean-Paul cried out as she sped up, and she took this as a sign to go faster and harder, skin slapping as she managed to make the position work through sheer muscle.

Finally, Jean-Paul seemed incapable of helping himself and began to help her, holding her in place so hard that her skin visibly dimpled beneath his fingers. Sweat dripped down their bodies, and Barbara's body clenched at the sight of Jean-Paul's cock disappearing into Batgirl's body.

Batgirl panted loudly, reaching down again to rub at her clit the way that Barbara had shown her before.

"I need—" Jean-Paul started, body tensing.

"Don't you dare," Barbara told him.

He kept fucking into Batgirl, the scent of sex filling the room. His glasses fell off, clattering to the side. Batgirl grunted quietly, rolling back into him.

"Babs!" he said urgently.

Jean-Paul pulled back abruptly, and Barbara started to shout— Only for Batgirl to chase him, using her leg muscles to force herself down on his cock. He wailed and Batgirl huffed, grinding into her palm once, twice, then going tense and closing her eyes, her mouth dropping open.

Sobbing, Jean-Paul's hips jerked, the sounds of his thrusting becoming wetter. Come dripped from Batgirl onto his thighs. He stumbled, and Batgirl shifted, bringing them both to the ground as gracefully as one could bring a dazed six foot man down mid-orgasm. Luckily, Barbara had no downstairs neighbors.

He'd creamed her, filled her up. This was one of her risky days, too. Barbara had been tracking them. She shuddered as her own orgasm went through her body, concentrating in her belly and making her ache. What if Batgirl was pregnant?

"I'm sorry," Jean-Paul said.

"It's alright," Barbara lied pleasantly, body still shivery with the aftershocks. "She won't get pregnant. I've taken care of it."

Batgirl shot her a confused look, clearly understanding that she was lying but unsure about what. Jean-Paul clutched at her, slipping from her as he sat up and pulled her close. She returned his embrace, not seeming to mind the come dripping from her at the moment.

Barbara wouldn't let her keep it, of course. That last bit wasn't a lie, it just wasn't true yet. Having a baby right now would be deeply irresponsible.

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After a few weeks, Batgirl seemed to start disliking her shirts. She didn't wear them unless absolutely necessary. When Barbara kissed her, playing with her breasts, Batgirl would push her away or pull her hands down. Tenderness, then. It could be PMS, Barbara supposed.

But then she missed her period. Barbara did waste some battery power that week, pressing her vibrating dildo so deep inside that she brushed her cervix.

Batgirl kept fighting like normal, not seeming impeded in the slightest. When she visited Barbara, though, she curled up against her in her chair, seeking comfort.

A few more weeks and Batgirl began refusing food after just waking up. Barbara soothed her, urged her to drink water at least. After a handful of hours, she could usually coax Batgirl into eating something, even though the rations they had on hand were uniquely unappetizing.

Bruce began poking around, but shied away when Barbara informed him that the nausea was a side effect of Batgirl's menstrual cycle. That wouldn't keep him away for long under normal conditions, but the city was still barely holding on, even as he consolidated power.

Barbara managed to sit at Batgirl's side as she went to the bathroom, sliding the pregnancy test down to catch part of her stream. Batgirl allowed it with only mild confusion, largely willing to let Barbara do as she pleased. When the second pink line appeared, Barbara couldn't help but shout with excitement.

That night, she had Jean-Paul fuck Batgirl again, busting out the vibrator one more time before deciding he could fuck her, too, since he had some practice now. For herself, she made him wear a condom, of course.

Batgirl's morning sickness lingered for weeks. Jean-Paul was often by her side, rubbing her back. He promised to hunt down anti-nausea medicine and then managed to do so. Since it wasn't safe for pregnant people, Barbara donated it to Leslie.

Regularly, Jean-Paul asked her if something was wrong. Barbara reassured him over and over, trying not to make it obvious how horny his questions made her.

On the tenth week, Barbara caught Batgirl staring out of one of her broken windows, looking at the city distantly. Her skin was remarkably fresh looking, her slightly shaggy hair falling into her eyes. She was glowing. Barbara sighed wistfully, wishing she could hold onto this a little longer, but her window was closing.

Two days later, she had Jean-Paul fuck Batgirl one final time, not knowing that he'd impregnated her weeks prior. He thought she was on birth control according to a passing comment he'd made a few weeks prior— likely inspired by finally asking Leslie how pregnancy was prevented. He didn't think Barbara would ever lie to him.

Barbara had been tempted to take him raw that night as well, but the idea wasn't as gratifying as watching the two of them, both entirely ignorant.

Afterwards, Barbara sent Jean-Paul back to Leslie with a kiss on the cheek before pulling Batgirl close and pressing the pills into her pussy, sliding through Jean-Paul's come as she pushed them deep inside.

Maybe in a few years, if things were better, she would let Batgirl stay pregnant. She would have a beautiful baby, one that Barbara could keep for herself. Maybe she'd train the child up, maybe they'd be perfect for her…

But for now, she wanted their parents all to herself. She wasn't ready to share.

She pressed her lips to Batgirl's, savoring the taste as the pills dissolved inside of her. Batgirl allowed it, entirely trusting as she gave control of her body to Barbara once again. Barbara smiled into the kiss as she deepened it, already thinking about how long it would be before she could do this again.