3 comments/ 69524 views/ 22 favorites Power Girl By: CaptainSmashums The annual Super Hero's Ball was normally a rather boring affair. The hierarchy of the Super Hero community would gather in their cliques and their teams, speaking so highly of their exploits while giving condescending pointers and tips to the less famous Super types. As you would imagine, Superman was the ringleader, playing his silly, sophomoric practical jokes on Heroes too weak to stand up for themselves. Batman and the Flash would join in on the mocking and berating, getting all out smashed and making life hell for anyone without at least three running comic book titles. Power Girl, as very much a D list super heroin herself, tried her best to not attend such lame super hero gatherings. She'd get the usual objections to her oversexualized costume, which emphasized the supple, completely natural, amazingly bouncy, and full on jiggly set of 40 Double D breasts she so casually lugged around in a white jumpsuit with a large window of cleavage showing. Plump, creamy thigh spilled into a shapely leg, slipping into knee high, platform blue leather boots, and her sleek, stylishly cut bobbed blonde hair swooped along chin angle, sweeping to almost cover one soulful blue eye. She was young, beyond sexy, and completely forgettable as a Metropolis super hero. With some convoluted backstory somehow linking her to Superman, but foggy on the details, she was regarded as a mid card entity at best when it came to the hero business. She slinked into the ball, trying her best not to be noticed by the already plastered senior members of the Justice League, giggling like fratboys as they spiked the punch. Blue eyes scoured the party, heels clicking loudly on the gymnasium floor as she searched the invitees. There was The Great Lobstro, Marble Man, The Sharkster...an assembled mess of Metropolis Super Hero trash fresh out of super hero training, the ink not even dry on their licenses. And then she saw him. Gasping, the hairs on the back of her soft white neck stifling and tingling, Power Girl was even more enamored than when she saw him on the local news. Captain Smashums had made quite a name for himself in a relatively short time. Only two months in the business and he was the talk of Metropolis. He was six feet of muscles and definition, with eerie corpse grey skin and lime green hair and eyes. Black circles outlined his ghoulish eyes, and his deep maroon costume was decorated at the chest with a dull silver skull, his broad shoulders encased in a set of thick, sturdy spikes. This certainly wasn't your grandfather's super hero. In fact, not only did Captain Smashums cover all the bases of being invulnerable, being able to fly, toss around cars and buses, but he could also summon zombies and breath out a cloud of knockout gas to subdue badguys! He was square jawed, sexy, mysterious, and a rising star among the super hero community. His origin was strange and complex, having been subject to top secret government projects, being bitten by a radioactive zombie, and being born half-martian. No one really knew what Captain Smashums was, or how he got such rad powers, but he was the talk of Metropolis, which desperately needed a breath of fresh air in the stale monopoly that Superman and his glass ceiling building friends depended on. Power girl felt a familiar tingle, a sudden warmness developing between her thighs, her nipples stiffening to an uncomfortable tightness. Chewing on her plump, glossy pink lower lip, she balled up her fists, and tried a good half dozen times to walk over towards him, finding that she couldn't. Her confidence dwindling fast, she decided to make a quick stop by Superman's surprise punch bowl, loading up a few cheap plastic cups of snazzed up fruit punch, getting a fine sort of buzz going that dulled her anticipation and stark nervousness. Not quite seing double yet, but not really seeing single, she made her way towards him, stumbling on a thick platform heel but regaining her balance. Reaching into her voyeur-encouraging cleavage window, she mashed her tits together, making certain that they threatened to spill right out of the tight white confines of her uniform. The trick was certainly easy enough to do. The walk across the gym seemed to take forever, and she saw that he was alone-the majority of the party was surrounding Superman and his pals, laughing at their lame jokes in hopes of being invited to one of the Justice League keg parties. He turned to meet eye contact, the bouncing, lush figure of Power Girl certainly got the Captain's attention. She boldly walked up and extended a dainty, gloved hand. "Captain Smashums! I've heard so much about you!" Her voice came off shrill and fake, the way other girls sounded to her when they tried hitting on guys-the same sickening and shrill tone that Power Girl herself swore she would never sink to. She almost winced as soon as the words fell from her lips. Ever the smoothie, and ever the fan of 40 double D's, Captain Smashums took her gloved hand and brought it to his cool grey lips, kissing along her knuckle sensuously, his tongue's tip licking out just enough to dab the leather of her glove. "Good evening, Power Girl." His voice was sexily mysterious, sounding as if he were some sort of specter or ghost, possessing an otherworldly echo to it. She stared for a good long while as he kissed her hand, melting a bit, her lips forming an awed kind of gasp. "Oh...oh my. Call me Kara Girl." Captain Smashums quirked an eyebrow at the busty heroine. Angrily shaking her head, Power Girl corrected herself. "I mean call me Power Star-ugh! CALL ME KARA STAR." The kryptonian punch was certainly having an effect on her speaking, and her cheeks burned red. "You're drunk, aren't you?" Captain Smashums inquired, giving her an impish kind of smirk, folding his massive, muscular arms over his barrel chest. "Oh sure. Well, just a bit. I was nervous." She took a step forward, almost stumbling against him, her tits rocking violently with the gesture. Reaching out to steady herself , Power Star-I mean, Power Girl set her hands on his chest to keep herself from toppling over. "I..." She sighed, her voice turning into that of a crush-struck schoolgirl. "I just really wanted to meet you and I got nervous so, like...I thought if I drank some I'd loosen up, yaknow? You think I'm a loser, don't you?" "I don't mind losers." Captain Smashums said, taking her hand and pulling her against him, lacing his massive arms round her drool-inducing waist, Power Girl letting out a surprised yelp as she was pulled so easily towards him. Drunk or not, it was not an easy thing to manhandle Power Girl, but Captain Smashums made it easy enough. "I don't mind losers at all, as long as they can dance half decent." As if on cue, a slow song played over the crackling PA speakers. You'd think Bruce Wayne could cough up some of his fortune so they could have their shindig anyplace but a school gymnasium. Power Girl giggled and reached up to hook her arms round his thick, muscular neck, she looked up into his mysterious, hazy eyes, her enormous rack so soft and warm, mashed up against his iron solid chest. "Is it true?" "Is what true?" Captain Smashums asked, the two of them the only people partaking of the Dancefloor. "That you're just as strong as Superman? When you get your super hero license, you get tested physically, you get your powers rated, and you take the psych test and all that so you don't snap and take an ak-47 to a pre school one day. I heard that you are the only other Super Hero ever tested besides Superman to get an A+ class rating in Strength. Is it true?" Indeed, if anyone thought that Super Heroes were above petty gossip, they would be sadly mistaken. "Yes, it's true." He said casually. Not boasting, not bragging, simply stating a fact. That alone made Power Girl tense, almost cumming then and there at the modesty in his voice. So many Super Heroes would try to impress her, touting the length of their batarangs or the like. It got rather stale after a while. "And the Zombie summoning? The Knock out Gas Breath?" "True and true." Power Girl swooned, turning her head and laying her face down on his chest as they danced. Never before had she been so taken by both a man as well as his ultra rad assortment of super powers. "Mmmm, marry me." "Marry you?" Captain Smashums replied. Power Girl's blue eyes bolted wide open in horror as she realized she had actually said that out loud. "I don't even know if you swallow and you want me to marry you?" She laughed and breathed a sigh of relief. The Captain, besides being sexy, mysterious, powerful AND single, also had a great sense of humor. She smiled brightly, her sparkly blue eyes a bit impish in their gaze. She held up her gloved hand, bereft of any rings. "Put a ring on this finger and I'll swallow whatever you'd like, Cap'n." "Now that sounds like an important decision. I mean, we just met and all." He pushed her gently away, taking her hand, twirling her in a slow circle, then reeling her back against him, capturing her in his iron embrace, a decidedly stiff cock was now trying to spear her fleshy body as they danced closely. She let out a yelp of surprise. "Do I need to give you the ring before, or after the swallowing part? Oh, and that rumor is true as well." "What rumor?" She said, her voice a soft, girlish mewl. "The Ten inch cock rumor." Captain Smashums said nonchalantly. It was suddenly all too much for her. Blue eyes rolled into the back of her head, her heart raced, and Power Girl collapsed in his arms. The excitement, the booze, the intoxicating presence and sexually witty bantering of a Super Hero Stud-all of it combined to give her the faint spell of a lifetime. OO Power Girl awoke in a start, finding herself splayed out on the couch, a large pool of drool her reward for sleeping face down with her mouth slacked open. She looked around her cramped, messy apartment, scratching her head in confusing. She was just in the fantastically muscled grip of Captain Smashums, the sensational new rookie of the year, and now she was in a crummy Metropolis apartment. She sighed and collapsed into a seat, her heavy rack trembling and swaying with the gesture. "Well, it was a nice dream, at least." She scrunched up her nose. "No, wait, I made an ass of myself, that dream sucked..." She looked over towards the framed poster of Captain Smashums that she had on her living Room wall and sighed, squinting as she saw a small note taped to the clear glass frame. She stood up and walked to investigate, seeing a small hand written phone number on it. Write under the number was written, in an elegant handwriting- "Thanks for the dance. Love the Poster." Power Girl looked down at her chest, seeing the silly name tag sticker from the dance last nite. A large, goofy "Hi, my name is POWER GIRL" written in sharpie marker. It wasn't a sucky dream at all, but all too sucky reality. She looked to the note, then to her nametag, then she looked around her slovenly apartment, then back to the large, obsessive looking Captain Smashums poster. "He was here...he saw this dump...he saw the poster..." She covered her throbbing head with her gloved hands. "I...am...such...a...loser." She knocked herself on the forehead with a palm to emphasize each word, sighing and staring at the card he left for her. She swooned. "Even his handwriting is sexy..." She turned to the clock, pacing back and forth. It was 2 in the afternoon, and there was no way she was desperate and or lame enough to call him as soon as she woke up. No, she had to follow the girl law of waiting like...a month or so to call. Yea, that was it, a month. No, wait, a week. Yea, just a week. She lunged for the phone, stammering at the dial, her stomach a slew of butterflies as it rang. She nearly hung up when that same mysterious, sexy voice picked up. "Hello?" "Captain Smashums! Hi, this is Power Girl!" She was so enthusiastic that she sounded as if she had just swallowed a two liter bottle of uppers. "Power Star, yes, I remember you." Power Girl gave out a ridiculous sounding laugh, snorkeling a bit through her nose in the process. "Well, I just wanted to thank you for taking me home last nite...how did you find out where I live?" "You were on file with the Justice League. I told Superman that you weren't feeling well and that I was going to take you home. He wanted to shave your eyebrows but I convinced him to just give me the address instead." She smiled. "Aw, that's so sweet. Thank you, Captain." "Sure thing." Power Girl was wrapping the tangled phone chord round her gloved finger, pausing for a moment. "Did you want to get something to eat or anything?" "I'd love to, but I'm leaving Metropolis." Panic set in, and Power Girl clutched the phone receiver in her hand so hard that she heard it crack. "WHAT? Uh...I mean...really? Was I that bad of a dancer?" Captain Smashums laughed. "Well, almost, but my agent cut a deal for me to star in my own comic series. It's ongoing-we finally found a deal we liked, so we took it. The writers didn't want to do another Metropolis book, so I'm relocating." "W...where?" Her mouth was so dry, her heart breaking at the thought of never seeing him again. "New Jersey." "New Jersey? You're kidding." Her tone was beyond shocked. "Gotham City, Metropolis...this entire area is spoken for. And New York has been Marvel territory forever. I think it's time to give comics something a bit different. I hear there are some pretty decent villains in New Jersey anyway. Something about the smog and water that makes people mutants or something." "But...but..." Her mind reeling, quickly searching for the right words to say to lure him to stay in Metropolis. "But I was gonna swallow you and we were gonna get married..." Captain Smashums laughed, not hearing the serious heartbreak in her meek little voice. "Oh yea, that. Well, you should come with me, then." Power Girl froze, wetting her lips before she spoke. "Come with you?" She looked around her crappy apartment. She had no villains, was the laughing stock of the DC universe, and was in constant threat of getting her eyebrows shaved off by Superman and his flunkies. Chewed her bottom lip, nodding her head to his offer. "Yes...yes, Captain, I'd love to come with you. Where are you?" OO "Oh Gross, the visibility is fucking dreadful." Power Girl squinted, the smog and haze of the glorious new Jersey skies taking its toll on her sensitive little upturned nose as she and Captain Smashums soared through the New Jersey skies. "Yea, we should prolly get some bicycles or something." Captain Smashums replied. "Is it true that they are gonna start having sky tolls here for Flight travel?" "I read that too." Power Girl smiled, one hand lugging a large suitcase filled with her clothes. If sucking up smog was what it took to get to suck up Captain Smashums, then by golly, she was going to do it. "So what's the plan?" Captain Smashums looked over their aerial view of the Garden State. "Well, my agent says I need to cover all the bases-get a nice dreary looking hideout, preferably someplace all death-ish and whatnot. I was thinking crypt or something. Gotta pick up a sidekick-the usual." "I can see it now, Captain Smashums and Wonder Zombie. Sexiest guys in New Jersey." Folding his arms and stroking the neatly trimmed goatee of black hair that adorned his bold chin, Captain Smashums shook his head. "Nope, agent says I should go for a female. Would add to the whole sexual tension subplot. You know, big ass, big tits. I'll have to run an add in the paper." Power Girl quirked an eyebrow. "What? No! I don't want some Jersey shore bimbo with big tits following you around, subplot or not!" Captain Smashums gave her a quizzical look at the sudden outburst. He smiled, seeing that she was certainly the jealous type. "Oh, and why do you care, Power Girl?" "Well...I don't." She said, folding her arms under her lush tits. "Great, I'll place that add." "Wait! Fuck! I care, okay?" She looked down at her suitcase, hovering near him. "I thought...well...like...I...I like you, yaknow? I thought maybe you liked me back...a little." "Are you jealous?" The good Captain certainly enjoyed twisting the knife. Power Girl gritted her teeth. She nodded reluctantly. "What was that?" "UGH! Yes, yes, I'm fucking jealous, is that what you wanted to hear, you asshole?!" She shouted at him. "Well, it's a start to what I want to hear." Captain Smashums drifted a bit closer to her, tilting her chin up with a fingertip, leaning forth to trace his tongue along her silky, sausage fat lips. "You in a swallowing mood?" It was hard for Power Girl to be pissed when those butterflies were fluttering wildly in her stomach. She gasped as his tongue trailed her plush mouth. Giving him a cute little shy nod, blushing furiously, her voice a soft little squeak. "Sure." They swooped quickly down to a nearby rooftop, Captain Smashums clutching the busty blonde by her shoulders and roughly pushing her towards him, taking her in a sweeping, powerful, wet kiss, his tongue freely roaming the interior of her sweet, pretty mouth, Power Girl moaning as he took her so vigorously, kicking one boot up in that classic pose, her pussy becoming electrified with sensation, that single kiss so wild and passionate. She would have kissed him for hours, but he roughly pulled her away, his grip on her shoulders unable to be resisted even by the mighty Power Girl. A thin strand of gossamer saliva linked their lips after their lust-filled kiss, and she immediately fell to her knees, fumbling to unlatch the stylish maroon leather pants of his costume, finally unzipping it and gasping as ten inches of stiff, swaying meat plopped free from the tight leather prison. A lash of thin precum was ozzing from the tip, a cold strand of it drizzling to the roof floor. Power Girl cooed and set her palms flat on his muscular thighs, staring at his cock in absolute awe, the thick, heady musk of him driving her insane, that veiny prick and two baseball sized balls completely and meticulously shaven. Awestruck, consumed by desire, Power girl stared at Captain Smashum's massive dick, leaning forth to place a soft, adoring kiss on the head of him. She looked up into his eyes, wetting her lips. "Come on, baby, suck it." He said in a hot, steamy voice, looking down at the busty young thing. "Oh, oh baby, I want to...I want to so bad..." She mewled in a soft, meaningful voice. "Please...I want to be your girl..." She looked from his cock to his face as she confessed emotionally to him. "I'm really falling for you, and I don't want to get hurt...I'll...I'll suck you off, and I'll swallow you...but please...please consider being my boyfriend?" Captain Smashums could only take the teasing for so long. His strong, large hands encased the sides of her head, and he speared her juicy, pretty mouth with his cock, giving out a wild, sudden exclamation at a set of tight, wanton lips stretching around his meaty pole. Clutching her head, he began to ferociously bob her head on his tool, taking sick, deep strokes with that ten inch beast, plunging out the spit from her sloppy little mouth. Power Girl's eyes immediately shot bolt open as he began to furiously use her face, the resulting throatfuck causing her to gag and choke on his harshly probing cock. Now, Power Girl was a super hero, and had kryptonian ancestry, and never in her lengthy sexual escapades had she been gagged by a cock before. Normally the consummate, calm and collected deepthroater, Power Girl screamed and mewled against his dick as it raped her mouth, plowing her gag reflex, forcing her to lurch forth an altogether sickly amount of slick, greasy phlegm. Great thick whips of it dangled from her mouth, whizzing around as her mouth was used, her head pumping up and down like some instrument, a tool for the Captain's pleasure. Power... Girl? This is completely inspired by an excellent picture from the incredibly talented InCase, who is almost single-handedly responsible for getting me into this particular kink. "Well" I thought idly as I felt the smoke finally start to reach my lungs, "That's that then" I'd been lying on the floor of my apartment for about 10 minutes now, the heat slowly increasing. In hindsight sleeping till 2 in the afternoon probably isn't that good an idea, but I never thought it would actually kill me. The fire alarm in the corridor had long since given up and I could tell that the inferno was still intense over there- the door handle was roasting hot. Unfortunately the window didn't offer a better choice- it was double glazed and wouldn't open more than a foot, and even if I did manage to smash through I probably didn't stand a great chance on surviving a ten story fall. That thought actually revitalized me to action. Fuck it, I'd rather spend my life being fed through a tube than die now- at least I could still watch TV right? I looked around for something sufficiently heavy to start trying to bust out, and settled on my speakers. Struggling to my feet I cracked open the window to let some air in and maybe give me enough breath to attempt survival. But the sound that greeted my ears as I did so was enough to make me collapse again. Those sadistic bastards out there were cheering. Cheering! Defeated I slumped down and waited for the smoke to take me. Maybe this wasn't so bad- at least I wouldn't burn to death. No sooner had I thought that than the door to my crappy apartment was burst off its hinges and a fireball came racing across the room towards me. I flinched and tried to shield my face with my hands, but no flaming death came. I opened my eyes, and standing in the doorway having inhaled my certain doom was Power Girl! She casually spat a much reduced fireball into the corridor and strode into the room, smiling and extending a hand. "Sorry sir, you're the last one in the building. I don't know how much lead there is in this room, but I couldn't see or hear you till you opened that window. Wanna get out of here?" I nodded dumbly and took her hand, and she lifted me effortlessly, supporting me with one arm. With the other she casually slid a hand into my wall, pulling a huge chunk of it into the room and making an improvised doorway. Without any ceremony she stepped out onto the air, and flew us across the block and deposited me on a roof facing the blaze. "The firefighters should be able to handle everything from here, and there's no risk of anyone dying now. How're you doing?" "I'm..." I started, trying to gather my thoughts. Without meaning to I felt tears rising up, not from the smoke but real tears. "I'm awful! Every shitty thing I own is in that shitty apartment, and I know I should be grateful and happy to be here but that crap was my life!" I covered my eyes, embarrassed at my outburst and lack of gratitude. "Hey, don't cry" Power Girl said, sitting beside me. "You don't need any of that stuff, and I'm sure you'll get somewhere to stay while you get back on your feet." I sniffed and looked over at her. In person she was much more stunning than in news clips, and the soot and sweat on her made her look even better. There were scorch marks all over her normally perfectly white costume, and she smiled at me as I wiped my eyes. Without meaning to, without any conscious thought at all except about how intense it felt to be sitting next to her, our heads close together, I leaned across to kiss her. To my shock she didn't resist, and I pulled back almost immediately, ashamed of my pathetic outburst and now being a creep to the woman I owed my life to. "I am so sorry" I said, rising. "I'm truly grateful for you saving my life, and I'll never forget it, but I'm sorry for that". I turned to head towards the door to the stairwell, and she was standing there, smiling. "Don't be" She said breathily and stepped towards me, kissing me deeply again. Her tongue gently parted my lips and then teeth, flicking into my mouth for a brief second before she broke the kiss again. "I think I can find somewhere we can get you washed up and stay for the night" Her smile had lost the beatific quality it had earlier, and there was a hunger to her voice. I was honestly in such shock that all that did was make me even more turned on, and I reached to her to kiss her. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her deeply and I felt a rush of wind on my face. When I opened my eyes we were still in the same pose, but now instead of it being the middle of the afternoon it was closer to sunset. I panicked and broke the kiss, and looked around. We were floating a few feet in the air above a balcony, open glass doors leading to a gorgeous studio apartment. "I prefer this coast" was all she said in explanation of what I'm sure was a look of panic from me. She dropped me on the balcony without any ceremony, her eyes glowing red with lust. I've got to admit that my dick was harder than it had ever been and straining against my jeans. Even as I turned she stepped in close to my and kissed me deeply, sucking all the breath out of my body. Sure, she had basically no breasts, but apart from that her body was truly perfect. I'd never been with anyone close to as hot as her in my entire life, and not only did she clearly want me but she was barely able to control herself. Still taking the lead she put one hand over my crotch and squeezed- I'm sure she was being gentle but she was in complete control. Without lifting me again or even pushing me she manoeuvred us through the glass door and into her house, not so much directing me as moving while holding me and giving me no real option. Once inside she withdrew slightly, giving me a chance to breathe again, and grinned at me. Her eyes were still flashing red, and there was a slight increase in the glow from them and her head blurred for an instant. Almost immediately, my clothes fell off my body, having been cut by her vision perfectly. "Getting undressed takes too long when you're awareness is as increased as mine" she said hurriedly and stepped in to kiss me again, and there was a blur and I found myself in a pleasant, sizeable bathroom with her turning taps. Immediately a huge amount of water started spraying from the entire ceiling, and she disappeared again into a blur around me. I felt every inch of my body being scrubbed vigorously, the sensation making my already straining cock even harder. Almost as soon as she started she stopped, and ended the water flow. A tower appeared from nowhere, and just as energetically as earlier I was scrubbed to cleanliness. I felt strange- every inch of my had been cleaned thoroughly- looking down my nails and body hair had been trimmed, my teeth brushed, even my ass felt slightly tender at the cleaning. Now at normal pace we kissed again, and she led me through the door and back into the main living room. The brief cleaning hadn't done anything to restrain her lust, and she quickly got things started, grasping my cock with both hands and squeezing gently. I realised now that she was flying a few inches off the floor rather than standing on tip toes, so we were at nearly the same height. She I was barely able to keep myself upright as she firmly worked my shaft, and I moaned with lust into her mouth as she kissed me again. Forgetting who I was with, I reached both arms around her and tried to lift her to carry her over to the sofa. She giggled and let me, putting her arms around my neck and managing to not make it look condescending. Once we got to the sofa however she slipped easily out of my grasp and pushed me down, so I was sitting with her standing over me. The hole in her costume had slid down slightly, and her nipples were just visible peeking out of the bottom. "Now, there's something that nearly no one knows about me that could be kind of a dealbreaker here, but I'm sure a confident, secure guy like you won't have any issue" she said as she started undressing, slipping her outfit off her shoulders and revealing her tiny breasts. Even for someone that could have done it with superspeed she was taking her time, teasing me as she rolled the costume down her body. Once it reached her waste she bent over and kissed me, then removed the last of her suit. I reached a hand out to cup her perfectly shaped ass and pull her down, but she didn't yield. Confused, I opened my eyes and got the second biggest surprise of my life. Sitting between Powergirl's legs, where perhaps the most sought after piece of pussy in the whole world should have been, was a dick! It was tiny and soft, with no hair and a pair of marble sized balls, but it was definitely there. Looking up she hadn't lost any of her confidence or lust. "I hope this won't be an issue for you then?" she said, already leaning in to kiss me again. I moved my lips up to meet hers instinctively, and she broke the kiss after 30 seconds. I bit back a hundred rejections, excuses or polite refusals and thought about this logically. She hadn't gotten any less hot or horny in the last minute, she was physically the most perfect specimen of womanhood in the world aside from this, and I really wasn't thinking with my head at this point anyway. "Only problem is that I thought you liked me, this doesn't exactly seem as excited as you were claiming to be" As soon as I said it she squealed with delight and pushed me back down onto the sofa, lying atop me. Our penises touched, and mine jumped at the contact; the heat being given off by her little clit was intense and it was almost like an electric shock. It was the first cock other than my own I'd ever touched, and I redoubled the intensity of the kiss in response. She seemed to be just as aroused by it as I was, and I felt a stirring in her penis as we explored each other's bodies with our hands and mouths. With my left hand I cupped one perfect cheek and, made bold by the fact that I was clearly just as desired here as desiring, slipped my middle finger down her cleft and gently rubbed around her rosebud. She moaned and ground into me causing me to gasp as our dicks were pushed into each other. Now I had clear approval I decided to go for it, and started to push my finger inside her. Her hole yielded to the pressure and she gasped, then nibbled my ear lobe as I continued my exploration. "Getting a bit ahead of ourselves aren't we?" she whispered into my ear, and I could hear a smile in her voice. She pulled away from me, sitting up on my thighs, and that's when I saw the effect our making out had had on her. Her previously tiny and cute cock had grown, such that it was unrecognizable. I didn't have a tape measure to hand, but like most guys I've measured myself before- more than once to tell the truth, as one of life's eternal optimists. I'm just over 5 and a half inches long, and maybe 5 around. While soft she had been less than 2 inches long and maybe 3 or 4 around? Now there wasn't a cute little dicklet, or clit staring at me. No, there was a monster cock, long and threatening bobbing proudly in the air before her. "I mean, it certainly doesn't look like you're the man in the relationship from where I'm sitting" "Wait, I'm not really sure if" I started to no avail, as she had already pinned both my arms above my head with one of hers, while she casually parted my legs with her own. There was of course no noticeable effort from this, but it was still terrifying to realise how vulnerable I was before her. "Can't be very good for your sense of masculinity" she said as she spat onto her cock, which was already slick with pre-cum. "I mean you've been overpowered by a tiny girl, and to add insult to injury her cock dwarfs yours" she rubbed herself against my worryingly still hard dick to emphasize her point. Hers had looked thin earlier but I realised now that was an illusion from its length- it was about half as long again as mine and noticeably thicker "If it makes you feel better my spit is superspit and perfect lube, this won't hurt a bit." "Really?" I asked, incredulously. Everyone's seen superheroes flying around these days, but that's one power I struggled to believe in. "No" She replied, grinning. "Try to relax" With that she took one hand and rubbed her head down the length of my shaft, before lining up against my hole. It felt slick and hot, and she pushed forward. Unsurprisingly, my flesh parted easily before her, and I gasped in agony at the intrusion. It felt hot and itchy, and there was clearly no room for it. Still she persisted, steadily feeding my defenceless ass her cock. I cried out in pain and she leaned in and kissed me, silencing me. In a panic and not realising how futile it was I struggled against the twin invasions of my ass and mouth, and I felt a tightening in my chest as she sucked the air out of my body. Then there was only blackness. I regained consciousness rapidly, but without a full sense of what was happening to me. I was lying down with a weight on me and a significant pain coming up from my ass. Whatever was on top of me was slowly rubbing the length of my dick, and combined with what felt like a massage directly onto my prostate I was pretty close to cumming. Without realising it my breathing had gone from deep gasping breaths to rapid, shallow pants, until I opened my eyes. Gazing down at me was a manic face, two burning eyes staring at me in lust, with sweat dripping down her forehead as she groaned. She grinned at me and kissed me once on the cheek without slowing her pace. "Welcome back sleeping beauty" she said. "Looks like you're the perfect girl- prudish and proper in public but a whore once I've got you alone. Pity it took you passing out to rea- ahhh!" She cried out in pleasure as I tried to take control of the situation, wrapping my legs around her and pulling her in deeply. Truth be told it wasn't an entirely selfless action, and I had to suppress my own vocalization at the sensation of her full length rubbing against my prostate. I'd already realised that my fastest way out of this was to get her off as fast as possible, and pray that she'd be less of a rapist while post coital. "Now that just isn't fair at all, I think you're forgetting who holds the cards here." With that she pulled out entirely, a less pleasant sensation than going in. I looked up at her meekly as she eyed me, and a grin formed on her face again. It's funny, every image of her she has this serene, stern look like a statue of a Greek goddess- that kind of Athena vibe. But since she's gotten me alone all I've seen is looks that are better suited to a villain- like that Harley Quinn in Gotham, or her weird little sidekick the Joker. "Time to re-establish the status quo I think" she said, and lifted my hips just off the sofa, before spinning me round, my hips still elevated but my head pushed into the sofa. As I raised my head I felt her rubbing her cock down my crack and against my hole again, making her attentions abundantly clear. There was a rush of air and suddenly we were surrounded by half a dozen mirrors of various sizes, apparently acquired from various rooms in the apartment and propped at various angles for a panoramic view. From here her girldick looked even bigger than earlier, and it was getting harder and harder to fully view the person preparing to cornhole me as female. "Thought you'd want to know exactly how this would look to a theoretical outside observer if I, say, made you do this in the middle of the street with a hundred people watching it and filming it on their phones" she said matter-of-factly. "There's absolutely nothing they'd be able to do but watch- does that make your little dick harder? It's only out of a sense of affection and chivalry that I'm not making your deflowering a public spectacle darling." Again she pulled back, lined up and surged forward, and again I yelped. This time was easier and less painful, and it took all the presence of mind I had left to deepen my cry into something purely caused by pain, rather than the sound of someone that is starting to enjoy the feeling of flesh rubbing a certain spot inside them. This time she bottomed out immediately, then started grinding slowly rather than giving deep thrusts. At first I expected this to pretty much nullify the pleasant sensation earlier, but if anything it intensified it- slowly at first, but I could feel that the peak of this was going to be much more intense than earlier. Then, to add insult to injury, she reached underneath with one hand around the base of my own cock and gripped it, firmly. Unconsciously I bucked, trying to fuck her hand to get off, but her reflexes and grip meant that all that happened was the pressure was maintained and I was left with a rapidly approaching, extremely emasculating orgasm that owed more to what was behind me than in front. Somehow she sensed (x-ray vision? Super hearing?) my imminent climax and applied just slightly more pressure with her hand, cutting off the crest but not the sensation. I gritted my teeth and struggled, but finally gave in, and moaned, loudly at the sensation. "Does my bitch want to cum?" she asked, apparently oblivious to my display. "Please, just let me cum!". I made no attempt to conceal my desperation "What will you do if I let you have this bitch?" she replied, unmoved. "Anything!" "You'll do anything? Believe me, I may have only been around for 18 years but in that time I've gone through thousands of lifetimes of awareness, and I've developed some pretty strange tastes. You want to be subjected to that for one measly orgasm?" To emphasise her point she put her other hand on my shoulder and pulled me up, snaking her hand down so it was barely tickling the head of my cock. Her voice had lost its flatness, and there was an eager quality to it. "Please, anything. I'll be your bitch, just let me have this" Her hand reached up to my chest and pulled me in tight, and her fingers idly played with my nipple. "You're going to be a more depraved whore than this planet has seen. My people had millennia to perfect their desires and the only thing left of that species to act on them is me- you just volunteered to sate every one of them. Worst of all, everyone everywhere is going to congratulate you on this. You're going to be the luckiest guy in the world as far as anyone knows- guys will line up to shake your hand and stare in envy while my cum is churning in your guts. All because you couldn't say no to getting your rocks off here" With that she did three very, very unfair things. She reached down with her free hand and slid an additional slender finger into me, she kissed deeply into my neck hard enough for me to already feel the bruise, and she released just enough pressure on my cock to let me finish. Then, as a final act of sadism, stroked firmly with both her hands- 1 in my ass, one on my cock. Of course she wasn't content to do this normally, and take it from me- superspeed is a hell of a power but open to some serious abuse. I think my scream was audible by people without super hearing on the other side of the planet as I came explosively over the sofa. My orgasm lasted for a good 5 seconds, but it felt like an eternity of sensation, the feeling on my cock so good it was almost painful. She didn't seem to be having a bad time either, and I felt her shaft swell slightly inside me, and she held it there for about a minute before pulling out and letting her leak onto the sofa. I collapsed in our shared cum, unable to move or think, and shivered. I turned around to see her staring at me, and though she was smiling it looked more like genuine affection than the crazed lust of earlier. There also seemed to be just theslightest hint of something almost unrecognizable in her eyes- either guilt, or maybe even nervousness. Looking down her body her dick had shrunk rapidly to its previous apparently harmless state, and there was a sheen of sweat over her body. Both our bodies in fact. Power... Girl? "Was it good for you?" she asked, and there was definite fondness in her eyes. "That was... intense." I admitted. "I guess there's a side of me that I haven't really examined too closely before" She bent down and kissed me, and I returned it freely, wrapping my arms around her. She gently rubbed my spent cock as she did so, and then her hand drifted down to my ass where her cum was pooling. She probed with one finger, the same one as had sent me so far beyond the edge that I honestly had no frame of reference for how sex should feel any more and I broke the kiss. She didn't stop me, and she looked into my eyes calmly. With a start I realised what had been different post coital- her eyes were the most perfect shade of sky blue, but that was starting to fade as a familiar red corona appeared in them. She tasted her fingers idly, still not breaking eye contact. I felt like a mouse in front of a snake, paralysed by those eyes. "You're about to see the best part of dating me" she said, her soft expression gone to the terrify one from earlier. "Super speed means no refractory period, but don't worry. My super cum will make this even better than last time" "r-really?" I stammered, trying to edge away from her- pointlessly I know. "Strangely enough, yes" she said as her shaft reached full length and she gently pressed her cum covered fingers into my mouth. "Hmmm" I thought as she lined up again. Strawberry flavour. Power Girl Ch. 02 Captain Smashums was an amazing fucking guy. He had been in New Jersey for only a week and had already established himself as a prime player in the Super Hero industry. It was easy to overshadow local heroes like the pot-bellied Sausage-n-Peppers Man, and Eggplant Tony wasn't exactly beating away Marvel or DC with a stick for exclusive rights to his comic book. In less than 7 days, Captain Smashums had drawn some real attention to the Garden State, and super villains were lining up to be his arch nemesis. He even had his own secret lair! Power Girl watched in utter awe as he led her down into the bleak and dank abandoned crypt. Her gloomy, mysterious new boyfriend raised a fist and immediately the ground began to shake. Cracking open beneath them, a sea of ghosts flooded the crypt, redecorating it, summoning furniture and this or that with but a snap of their incorporeal fingers. Before she knew it, the swirling tornado of souls vanished back into the underworld and she was standing in a fully furnished, totally goth looking super hero hideout, complete with stone gargoyles and atmospheric cobwebs. The busty blond quirked an eyebrow towards the good Captain. "You can summon interior designer ghosts?" "You'd be surprised how useful they can be." His deep, eerie voice made her tremble with desire. Walking on those ridiculously high platform blue boots, Power Girl whistled as she slithered onto the comfy, king sized bed that the ghosts had summoned. The sheets were silk and jet black, the bedpost comprised of numerous skeletal bones. She sat up on her elbows, her plush rack nearly blocking her view as her pretty blue eyes appraised the Captain. "Wanna break this bed in?" The taste of his cum was still so heavy on her breath. Power Girl could not believe the intensity of the load he had shot down her throat just a few hours prior. She wanted that cock again, she craved him, desired his body, all rippled muscle and spooky grey skin. Captain Smashums turned to her, seeing the pale, gorgeous figure of his woman practically begging to take him. He pointed a finger towards her, a sickly glowing green beam zapping out that immediately fizzled away her tight white outfit. A tingle coursed through her body as her costume was removed from her body, leaving her completely nude, save for those boots. The good Captain shrugged his massive, broad shoulders. "What can I say? I like the boots." Power Girl laughed and shivered a bit. "Is there anything you CAN'T do?" she said, in awe of her lover's potent, seemingly endless catalogue of super powers. Peeling himself out of his suit, Captain Smashums cracked his neck to the side before laying down beside her, one strong grey hand groping at one of her pale, salmon-nippled tits. "I can't keep my hands off these fucking jugs..." He lowered his head, flicking his tongue rapidly against her soft, pale nipple, which stood erect and doing a very fine impression of a pencil eraser. He moaned and sealed his lips around her, sucking and slurping on her tit as his hand pumped greedily at the flesh he found there. His free hand made its way down her body, smoothing fingers along her completely waxed, unbelievably smooth pussy. Kara Star laced her arms around her boyfriend's head, smothering him in warm, sweet smelling tits. Her creamy thighs spread and she moaned as he began to impishly play with her, those fingers stroking and rubbing against her, easing inside her, parting her silken, wet lips, his index and ring finger massaging her puffy pussy as his middle finger begins slowly, steady fucking her. Power Girl made a soft, sexy little moan, biting her plump lower pink lip, her body shivering and tensing at all this delicious attention. Pulling away from her gorgeous tits, leaving them laced with pink suckle marks, Captain Smashums looked into his woman's pretty blue eyes. "You'll forgive me, but I'm not one for foreplay." Grinning, he gave the mental command for the skeletal bedpost to reach out and clutch her wrists with two skeletal hands. Power Girl yelped and struggled instinctively, but the skeletal hands were too strong for her, binding her arms up over her head. She smiled sultrily, looking with glossed over, hungry eyes. She parted her legs widely, her breath deepening. "Me neither..." She was panting for breath like a bitch in heat. "Stick it in me, baby." She didn't need to ask twice. Blanketing her body with his own, Captain Smashums aligned their sexes, his large mushroom capped prick easily slid into her silken, wet snatch, groaning out as he inserted his ten inch beast into her, deeply plunging into her depths. She gasped and let out an awed shiver, arching her back and struggling against the iron grip the skeletal bedpost hands had on her. Captain Smashums lowered his head, sealing his lips over hers, tasting his cock and cum still heavy on her breath. The lovers kiss as he begins to slither his cock in and out of her, his shaft greased in her pussy juice as he plunges cock into her. Pulling away, Captain Smashums sets his heavy fists on the sides of the bed, digging his knees into the ground and beginning to pump down into her, looking like a big grey gorilla raping a pale white blond. Power Girl gasped as she felt him thunder his hips into her body, her massive white titties bouncing and trembling, slapping together as she's so mercilessly fucked, the bed creaking loudly under the assault. The Captain's balls were so heavy, hammering down on her beautiful ass, Power Girl cumming immediately, soaking the bed in her juices, her pussy clenching so tight as his massive cock stretched her. She was POWER GIRL, and here she was, being bound and subdued, fucked and manhandled with such indifferent ease! She was shocked at how much she loved it. And when he pursed his lips and spat in her face, Power Girl came again. Hard. "You like that, you fucking whore?" Captain Smashums was fucking her with his ten inch leviathan and fist-sized nuts. He knew women, he could tell the way her pussy flooded with slick, silky juice that she was completely into this. When he degraded her, her desire intensified to a burning pitch. "Mmmmph!" She moaned out between clenched teeth. "Oh yes, baby, I love it...fuck me...FUCK ME!" "Who's that pussy belong to?" The sight of her pretty face decorated in spit was so fucking alluring to the good Captain. His cock was so hard, plunging deep inside him, precum drizzling inside her, searing her interior, her nerves aflame. Her tight, wet cunt was so good, milking his dick for all that juicy, thick jizz. "You...YOU!" Her body was pouring sweat. She was trying to struggle free of her skeletal bonds, wanting to touch him, feel his strong, muscular body. It was no use, she was pinned down, getting fucked by this dark god, this mysterious being. "I belong to you, baby, I LOVE YOU!" She gasped out wildly, unable to hold in her fucking passion. Her legs were spread do wide open, her platform heels digging into the bed as her big sweaty tits hammered together, suck-marked and glossy. Captain Smashums gave her an odd look for a moment at her confession, pausing his rampage for just a moment before picking up speed again, so close to cumming. "I'm not pulling out, bitch, I'm gonna cum right in that creamy snatch." He reached down with both hands, clutching her slick throat, choking her roughly, cutting off her air supply just enough to make his abuse completely delicious. Glossy eyed, completely conquered, Power Girl could only weakly nod, wheezing through puckered lips and tossing her head back, feeling his cock stiffen and tense, her leg trembling as he cums right into her, filling her snatch with clumpy, molten hot jizz. The tingle in her crotch was so lovely, his hot spunk pouring freely into her young body. "FUCKING TAKE THAT LOAD!" Tears of joy streamed down Power Girl's cheeks as she gets high off the experience. Better than heroin, better than anything, the feel of Captain Smashums emptying his huge sack into her, his cum streaming, overflowing from her waxed slit as he took a few last, sloppy stabs into her, fucking his load out of her with his massive member. Finally releasing his iron grip from her throat, Captain Smashums let out a soft moan as air returned to the buxom heroine. She blinked and stared up at the muscular creature atop her. Her cheeks were blushing red as the sensation washed over her. She was getting high off this, her numerous orgasms trumped by his massive gush of cum. "Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod..." She repeated as if in some sort of trance, breathing raggedly, huffing and puffing for breath, the silken sheets beneath her soaked with sweat. Lowering his head, Captain Smashums licked and sucked on those sweat glazed titties, kissing towards her underarms, licking the sweat from there, moaning as he drank her perspiration eagerly, sucking and licking at her armpits, the smooth, slick flesh so warm and comforting. Taking his fill of her, he pulls his cock free of used snatch, standing to full height, waving his hands over the bed, the skeletal hands gripping her wrists obeying and letting her go. He grinned down at her, clutching his pussy-scented prick and thumping it against her face and lips, pounding his meat against her lush lips and face. She moaned each time his heavy grey steak thumped against her. "Mmm, that's some good pussy, bitch. I'll be in the shower." She nodded and smiled dreamily, squirming in bed, a sweaty, cum-filled heap of girl. OO "Your idea of a romantic, post-fuck dinner?" Captain Smashums quirked an eyebrow curiously, staring at the stack of pizzas that Power Girl had arranged out in the table before him. He was freshly showered, towel draped round his muscular waist. Power Girl was too weak to do much of anything besides order Pizza and pay for it. She was dressed in a baggy button up oversized shirt, the arousing scent of sweat and cum hanging around her. Yapping with a mouthful of meatball pizza, the buxom blond gave her boyfriend a wink. "Well, I'm not gonna parade you around for all the local gals to gawk at." She grinned at him as they ate. "Besides, this is romantic. Just us...here in this place, no one to bug us." Captain Smashums looked around his grim headquarters. "This place doesn't spook you out?" Power Girl lazily grinned, some sunray yellow strands of sleek bobbed hair covering one blue eye. "No, I love it. It reminds me of you." She wet her lips. "Gloomy, mysterious...sexy." Captain Smashums gave her a sly wink and ate his pizza. Sensing the tension, Kara Star squirmed in her seat uncomfortably. "I freaked you out, didn't I?" She asked meekly. "The love thing..." She referred to her passionate exclamation during their fucking. "Well...it was unexpected." He waved her off. "Don't worry about it. You were taken away by the moment." She blinked, some stringy pizza hanging from her mouth. She reached out and took his hand sternly in her own. "Hey...I did mean it." Her eyes were beyond serious. "I've never met anyone like you. When you fuck me, I get high. I really get high! I feel so good when I'm around you. Ever since I saw you, baby, I've loved you." She swallowed hard at saying it again. "Yea...I do. I LOVE you, baby." She stood up, walking over to him, sitting on his lap and lacing her arms round his strong neck. "You don't need to say anything, baby. I know this is a lot to take in. Maybe in time you'll love me too?" She smiled brightly. "Once I show you what a VERY good girlfriend I can be." "Well, I look forward to finding out..." The Good Captain smiled, leaning back in his seat, producing a bottle of baby oil in his hand. "Why don't you give me a little tittyfuck for desert?" Smiling, she snatched the bottle, working off the buttons of her top with an impish grin.