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Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 01

By: HallidayTee



Continuing the theme of trying something new, this is a completely different idea and approach to that of 'Vegas', but one that has fascinated me for some time. And in writing this, I have taken on board feedback on my first posting, which suggested a tinge of disappointment with the balance between poker and erotica... there is none of the former and the focus in this storyline is most definitely the latter.

And as always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.

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PREFACE 

A long time ago, fictional Super heroes were recorded in folklore as protecting liberty in America, fighting countless battles against super villains, bringing them all to face justice and thus making America, and the world, a better place. Through their good deeds, the likes of Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Wonder Woman, Catwoman and Batgirl had all found their place in fictional history. 

But now, a new breed of Super heroes and heroines had emerged.... they consisted of a number of individuals who resembled mortals in every way but one. It was their superpowers that stood them apart, each with their own, individual, special talent and collectively, a unique band of crime fighters who had proven to be the guardians of peace throughout the twenty first century and beyond.

Together, they formed the League of Liberty and Justice, sanctioned by successive Presidents of the United States and endorsed by world and religious leaders across the planet.

To demonstrate their world-wide impartiality, they operated from a variety of different establishments across the civilised world, welcomed wherever they went as they responded to the many and varied threats endangering world peace. Each establishment was an indestructible complex prepared by themselves and their own teams of trusted allies, and each was in the shape of a dove, as a symbol of peace. 

Their activities required them to operate world-wide and each complex served as their living quarters whilst serving Liberty and Justice in that particular country or region. Thus they had no individual homes, although their base in Washington D.C. was perhaps the most frequented, nor could they lead normal lives. And whilst this also prevented the Super heroes and heroines, in the main, from forming relationships, two of their number had met and fallen in love with mortals.

Wonderman was generally accepted by the other Super heroes and heroines, and across the planet, as the leader of the team. He was easily recognizable by his tight, all blue costume that matched his blue eyes and showed off his incredibly muscled body in all its glory. His faster than light speed and invulnerability to any weapon known to man, were both contributory factors in making him the most powerful of all the Super heroes.

And if his muscular body and incredible superpowers were a turn on to millions of mortal women across the world, his curly black hair, the use of a flamboyant cape and the letter W engraved across his chest, had all contributed to earning him into the heart throb he held. But that was all pointless. Since meeting his girlfriend, Louisa Lane, he only had eyes for her.

The young StunMan was the other Superhero with a romantic link, and in his case he had been married for almost one year to the young woman he had rescued and then fallen in love with a few, brief, years ago. He was easily recognisable by his plain brown costume with the letters SM emblazoned across his chest and unlike Wonderman, his face had not yet been seen. His brown mask hid his brown hair and hazel eyes and it was commonly understood that only his wife, Myra Jean, had ever seen him without the mask. 

Before marriage, the young StunMan had operated as a vigilante. But with the help of Myra Jean, the other Super heroes and heroines had persuaded him that he could do more good for the world by teaming up with them. His amazing ability to stun an enemy with a single blow had saved him in many battles with earth's enemies and added a different and welcome dimension to the crime fighting team. 

Phenomenon was the third of the male Super heroes and his piercing blue eyes and clean cut black hair stood him apart from the others, although only a select few were aware of his appearance as, like StunMan, his mask protected his face. In his case, the impenetrable, black face and black costume served well to protect him when fighting the enemies of peace.

His belief that the mind was a combatant's single greatest weapon had won him many a battle and his ability to protect the team with a state-of-the-art computer network system, as well as the most advanced criminal analysis detection equipment available, had seen him regarded as the second most senior of the Super heroes. 

Whilst the number of Super heroes had previously matched the Superheroines, the recent unexpected and untimely demise of The Doc, the fourth of the male crime fighters, had reduced their numbers. The Doc had been a great loss in many ways, although not one of the team of seven understood the potentially fatal consequences that were about to face them.

The four Superheroines were similar to the male crime fighters in that each brought different attributes to the equation. 

With blue-black hair and the same colour eyes, Amazonian Woman was easily the most voluptuous of the female Super heroes. Her superhuman strength and speed was similar to that of Wonderman and those attributes, together with incredible reflexes, have led to her being recognised as the strongest of the Superheroines.

She was also the most well known. Her skimpy red, white and blue costume showed off her full, Amazonian figure to perfection and the low top over which her magnificent cleavage was constantly on display made her a hit with millions of mortals worldwide. But one other feature set her apart, and that was a kindness of heart that allowed her a degree of compassion and understanding that often allowed a much needed alternative view when battle plans were being drawn. 

Feline Woman was recognised as the second of the Superheroines and her ability to easily and quickly scale any heights, together with her formidable hand-to-hand combat skills, were augmented by her cat-like speed, reflexes, balance, and quite amazing flexibility. 

She felt that both her mask and skin-tight, black, leather costume enhanced her mystery, whilst being unaware that they also made her a fantasy figure for many mortals across the planet. Although her mask hid her lustrous black hair, her sparkling green eyes could clearly be seen and she exuded a beauty, sensuality and sophistication that when combined with her lithe, athletic body, set her apart from the other members of the team. 

The young Huntergirl was The Doc's sister, which meant she was sister to his widow, Raven. Unknown to the other Super heroes, she was also the wife of Raven's brother, Lucas. Her sandy coloured hair and light brown eyes perfectly complemented her leopard-skin costume and her vivacious personality that -- until The Doc's demise -- had made her a favourite wherever she went. 

Although she had continued in her role at the League of Liberty and Justice since losing her brother, it seemed to the other Super heroes and heroines that her heart was no longer fully committed. They recognised that as a normal state of affairs and had given her time to recover by involving her only when necessary, knowing that at such times, her superhuman agility and strength, and immunity to all toxins, nicely complimented the powers of the group.

BlackCat Girl, meanwhile, was the youngest of all the Super heroes, born two years before both Huntergirl and StunMan. She wore an impenetrable, black and white costume, and the sight of her in action, with her beautiful, flowing black hair and outstanding physique, invariably saw her receive plenty of newspaper coverage and made her a hero to the younger generation of mortals. 

And not only did the young Superheroine use her above average strength, stamina and agility that belied a girl of her tender years, she had also developed the amazing ability to identify an opponent's thoughts during battle through their body movements. This had more than made up for her lack of experience during difficult times.

Despite the unfortunate demise of The Doc, the whole world knew it was safe in the hands of these Super heroes. After all, they were invincible!

Weren't they?

*

DAY ONE: REVENGE

It had been three years now. Three long years since Raven's husband had been killed. It was accidental, they said. And she knew that was correct. But at the same time, she believed that Wonderman could have saved him. The Doc and Wonderman had been working together to rid the world of its arch villain, The Demon, and after a long battle they had eventually got their man when he plunged into the fiery depths of a volcano that he had lured them to. 

That had been the only way of extinguishing the villain, the only problem being that The Demon had fastened himself to The Doc and as he lost his footing, had pulled the Superhero into the roaring abyss with him. 

Wonderman had been insistent that, try as he might, there had been no way to save The Doc, but Raven had held him fully responsible and ever since she had been planning her revenge. She had changed from an Angel of Peace into a bitter adversary of not only Wonderman, but all those who Super heroes and heroines who chose to protect liberty. She saw them all as hypocrites, who might have used their powers for good but who revelled in the status that the world afforded them. 

The Doc had been a valued member of that group of crime fighters that formed the so-called League of Liberty and Justice, second only to Wonderman. But in Raven's eyes, he had still been allowed to perish in battle when the others could and should have been able to call upon their powers to save him. But they had not done so. And so she had dropped out of sight during that long, three-year period, quietly and secretly planning her revenge.

And now her plans were complete. With a team of scientists who had been dedicated to her husband, they had identified the one chink in the armour common to all of the Superhero and heroine crime-fighters. And during those three years of painstaking research, they had developed a serum that would bring them all to their knees and allow Raven to erode their powers. And once that happened, she would return each of them to mere mortal status and destroy their credibility.

Raven's husband had often hinted of a weakness, but had never told her outright. But he had confided that he had been a virgin when he had married Raven and that he had no choice in that matter, having to wait until he found the love of his life before having sex for the very first time. 

He would never elaborate and despite Raven's curiosity, she respected him too much to attempt to probe an area that was clearly sensitive to him. It was when she confided this story to Huntergirl one evening over dinner, that everything became clear. 

Huntergirl was not only The Doc's sister, she was also the wife of Raven's brother, Lucas. Furthermore, she was Raven's best friend since as long as they could remember. Raven's thirst for revenge had gained the support of Huntergirl and it had been one tearful evening shortly after his death, when Raven and the young Superheroine were discussing how to avenge The Doc, that Huntergirl's eyes had widened.

"Raven," she had said. "This secret is known only to those of us blessed with special powers. I only tell you because we are such very special friends, and because this could be the answer to our quest for vengeance. When I do, it will make everything clear." 

She had paused at that point, taking the soft hand of The Doc's widow in hers.

"What The Doc was referring to... was that should any of us experience an orgasm by anyone other than our true love, then a our power will quickly be lost with each climax, until eventually all of our super strength will be drained from us."

Raven had stared at her. 

"True love," she repeated, her eyes narrowing in thought. "You mean husband or wife?"

Huntergirl laughed nervously and nodded her head. 

"That's right. But if love has died then we can no longer have sex. And if we are not yet married, then sex cannot happen until we are."

"Like... like Wonderman and Louisa Layne?" Raven asked. 

Whilst the identities of all Super heroes girlfriends or wives were a closely kept secret, they were also well known to the select group of insiders.

Huntergirl nodded slowly, her eyes shining. "That's right. Wonderman cannot allow himself to experience an orgasm until they marry. Nor could StunMan until he and Myra Jean married last year..."

"They can't have sex," mused Raven. "That's very interesting!"

Huntergirl laughed. "Why do you think that Lucas and I married so quickly? And StunMan too? It seems that Wonderman has much more willpower than either of us!" 

The two women had laughed, but as a result of that discussion, Raven had gone into overdrive. She immediately set out hot on the trail of true ultimate power, knowing now that control over a Superhero and heroines sexual pleasure would drain them of their powers. At long last, she had a specific target in mind, and both Huntergirl and her brother Lucas had committed to support her throughout, all three united in their aim.

Allow it was self evident, Huntergirl had reminded Raven and Lucas that none of the Super heroes or heroines would allow themselves to be seduced. The consequences were simply too great for them to give in to a moment's lust. After much discussion, they agreed their task was therefore to produce some sort of mind control device or aphrodisiac that would be effective on a Superhero or heroine. And that development had taken three years of painstaking research, and many aborted attempts.

The mind control option had been abandoned after a year of fruitless research. It was simply proving impossible to produce any such device when one of the unique strengths of the crime fighters was their powerful minds, and it was clear that over the years they had easily resisted any attempt in that direction.

That decision led to all attentions being diverted to the development of an aphrodisiac drug, and to complicate things further, one that would work equally on males and females. But as it turned out, that had been simple enough, as within a short time their scientists had produced a chemical with the potential to produce a thriving black market were it to be made widely available. 

But in itself, that had been nowhere near sufficient. The chemical may have worked on mortals, but it somehow needed to be enhanced to find its way through a Superhero's defences. And to complicate matters further, at the same time they needed to develop a successful antidote. There was only one way of determining the effectiveness of such a drug, and that was on a Superhero, so Huntergirl had voluntarily suggested she should become their guinea pig. 

The initial, early, development had produced a drug that was equally as effective on both males as on females. The scientists had initially tested this on primates, monitoring both the impact and any side effects for months, experimenting with different dosages and frequent use. They had then extended the test to humans, innocents who volunteered for research without any idea of the actual use of the drug. The results had been impressive and Raven knew that she had the most effective aphrodisiac the world had ever seen on her hands.

It was the link to Super heroes that was the issue, but that connection had eventually been discovered when the genetic make-up of all the crime fighters was put into a new, complimentary, computer programme and the results analysed. They found a correlation and eventually were quite sure that they had modified the drug in such a way that it would be fully effective. 

Accepting Huntergirl's guinea pig suggestion as, quite frankly, they had no other option, they were able to prove that both the drug and the antidote worked without a single further modification required. The chemical was named Substance AG, which in essence was an aphrodisiac-inducing arousal gas, and their next problem was in being able to find a way of administering this that would not raise alarm. 

The gas itself was not strong enough to work in anything other than a confined environment, as it would quickly disperse into the air. And whilst a tablet was an alternative that would have provided a solution, getting past the guard of any Superhero or heroine by tricking them into swallowing any such tablet, or drink laced with the Substance AG, would be well nigh impossible. 

But after eighteen months of painstaking effort, the secret was eventually found. The chemical could be secreted in something as simple as lip-gloss and with one kiss, it would begin to work its aroused effect inside the recipient. And whilst getting a crime fighter to kiss someone other than their loved one would normally prove to be out of the question, a kiss on the cheek from an admirer, perhaps someone who they had just saved, would offer a different proposition. 

Even with their ultimate prize in mind, Lucas had amused both women by insisting he would not allow Huntergirl to make love to another man as part of the testing process. But knowing her attraction to both sexes, that problem had easily been overcome. They had used one of Raven's assistants to test the effect of the drug and Melissa had adapted to her role with gusto. 

As a result of their joint efforts, Huntergirl and her female lover had proven that the drug, and the antidote, had been successfully produced. And whilst they found that a kiss on the lips would be preferable because the effect was far more powerful, they discovered that an initial kiss on the cheek also had an impressive impact. Not quite as effective, certainly, but the scientists had been able to strengthen the impact so as to be almost as reliable. That special lip-gloss could be used by male or female, and Raven knew it would prove the catalyst to change the world forever.

* 

Groaning softly as she awoke, Raven propped herself up on her elbows and looked across at the sun streaming into the large bedroom. Her gold-flecked hair, slightly dishevelled from sleep, cascaded past her shoulders and down her back, with a few wisps partially obscuring her tanned, jutting breasts. She ambled into the bathroom, grabbing her thin, white, cotton bathrobe along the way, and stepped into the large shower cubicle. 

As the water poured over her lithe form, she took her time soaping her lithe body, allowing herself to enjoy the feeling of the tiny jets of water cascading off her curvy body before shampooing and rinsing her luxurious gold-flecked hair. In the three long years since Wonderman had allowed her husband to die, Raven had not considered being with another man. In fact, for the first two of those years, she had not entertained sex of any sort. 

It was only as her small team of scientists began to close on their objective had she begun to feel any sort of sexual arousal again. And she had quickly been drawn into a relationship with Melissa, once her young assistant's task with Huntergirl had been completed. She was a remarkable young woman, Raven thought, as she dried herself with a fluffy cream towel, then she slipped on her thin bath gown and returned to her luxurious bedroom.

As she returned to the bedroom, she heard a soft knock on her door and padding across the room, she smiled to herself as she looked through the spy hole. She delightedly pulled open the door and her diminutive young assistant's beautiful face beamed at her above a full breakfast tray.


Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 01



"I thought you might be hungry," she said, a wide smile running across her ruby lips.

"And you thought right," Raven answered, stepping to one side to allow the young woman to flounce into the room, "But probably not in the way you mean." 

The petite young woman convulsed in laughter as she carefully placed the tray on a nearby table.

"Hmm, I've been feeling that way too, Raven," she purred, the corners of her delectable mouth turning upwards in a broad smile.

She took the lid of one of the dishes, raising an eyebrow as she looked at her partially dressed boss.

"So, is it eggs... or..." she softly enquired in the most teasing tone she could muster.

The two women both burst out laughing and Raven's shining gold-flecked eyes took in the diminutive vision in front of her. Melissa scarcely topped five feet and her beautiful face was framed with long, lustrous black hair which she wore in a short bob. Her deep, soulful black eyes were alive with her tears of laughter. 

"Well?" the petite woman asked. "You haven't told me what it is you'd like for breakfast..." 

As she spoke, she stepped forward and snaked one of her slender arms around Raven's waist, while the other reached up around her employer's neck.

"Perhaps this might help," she muttered, as she turned her pretty face up and pulled Raven's unresisting head down. 

Her ruby lips met Raven's in a lingering kiss that slowly increased in passion. The pink tip of Melissa's tongue found its way into Raven's mouth as her lover willingly parted her lips and allowed her own tongue to meet and play with the newcomer.

Melissa Stone had developed a crush on her boss from the moment she had first laid eyes on her two years ago. She was honoured when the gold-flecked haired beauty asked her to take part in her experiment and had willingly thrown herself into her lovemaking sessions with Huntergirl, hoping that success would take her nearer her real goal. 

She often wondered how Raven had known she was bi, but equally that made no difference to her. Instead, she observed the way in which her employer had stared at her at that time, after insisting she personally monitored each time she and Huntergirl performed, and that had only made Melissa want this woman all the more. Eventually, she had found herself becoming more trusted and when the experiments were concluded, she determined to seduce Raven herself. 

And whilst she still was not sure if she had not been the seducer, or whether she had been seduced herself, their relationship had quickly moved beyond that of employer-employee or mere friendship. They had immediately become lovers and from that point there had been no turning back.

Breaking the lingering kiss, one of Raven's hands lazily stroked Melissa's soft cheek, while the diminutive woman's hands slid down to unfasten the belt of her thin gown and push the material away from Raven's freckled breasts, cupping them in her tiny hands and gently kneading them. 

She was rewarded with a long groan of anticipation from her employer as her fingers began tweaking the aroused nipples, hardening the brown tips with every caress. Raven loved the sensations coursing through her lithe body as her pretty lover's fingers quickly teased her twin peaks into rock hard erectness.

"Nice?" Melissa teased, her questing lips sliding over the muscles of her neck. 

Then she bent her head forward, her warm breath washing over Raven's jutting breasts, causing the aroused woman to tingle even more. Melissa licked her lips sensually, wetting them while glancing up at Raven, before bending forward the final few inches and taking the growing, brown, nipple into her mouth.

Low moans escaped Raven as Melissa slowly sucked more of her freckled orb in, her wet little tongue flicking hungrily at the erect bud. After suckling it for a few, long, seconds she slid her mouth away from Raven's right breast and slowly trailed her tongue across the delectable, heaving, chest until she reached her thrusting left orb. She slowly teased the glistening globe, circling the nipple with her hard pink tongue, all the while the fingertips of her right hand caressed and pinched Raven's other breast. 

Moaning from the exquisite sensations, Raven reached around and put a strong hand behind her diminutive lover's head, entwining her fingers in her shining black bob as she pulled Melissa's mouth down firmer on her thrusting breast. The young woman took more of it between her ruby lips, softly sucking even more of it into her mouth as she did so.

"Oh, baby," Raven muttered, partly to herself, partly to her lover. "That feels so good..."

Whilst her mouth and the fingertips of her right hand were worshipping Raven's breasts, the fingers of her left hand slid slowly down Raven's stomach, caressing the soft skin and gently pushing her lover against a white chair. Leaning against the back of the chair, Raven eagerly parted her legs, offering herself to Melissa's touch on that most intimate part of her body. 

As Melissa continued to suckle and knead Raven's jutting breasts, her hand had slowly continued its tantalizing journey and finally reached its goal, gently cupping Raven's naked mons venus and being rewarded with the loud groans that assaulted her ears.  

Suitably encouraged, she pressed her fingers into the soft, yielding flesh, feeling the dampness which was matched by the growing wetness between her own thighs. She felt Raven shudder as she pushed her hips forward, trying to increase the stimulation from the small, working fingers. Melissa's teasing mouth slowly slid off the breast that was now gleaming with her saliva and glanced up at her lithe lover. 

"You want to sit down, baby?"

Pulling her by the hand, Melissa guided her lover to the front of the white chair, gently easing her down onto the soft cushion. She smiled into the gold-flecked eyes, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on the beautifully full, pink lips. She tenderly smiled again as she pulled away, looking at the Raven flushed face beneath her, the gold-flecked hair dishevelled from the fingers she had run through it.

Raven's breath was coming in short, rapid gasps as she imagined what was in store. Her perfect gold-flecked breasts were which glistened from the attentions of Melissa's wet mouth, their hard, brown nipples standing at attention. Lustfully, she gazed down at the petite young woman who submissively sank to her knees before her, trembling in anticipation of the erotic delights which were to come.

Kneeling on the floor, staring up at her employer and lover, Melissa slowly ran both of her hands up Raven's tanned calves, her soft fingertips stroking them before continuing on their way, tracing up and along the inside of the shapely thighs, the muscles twitching slightly as she felt the fingertips lightly caress them. 

Reaching the neatly trimmed bush of curly, gold-flecked pubic hair, Melissa's hands gently took hold of Raven's knees and eased them apart, lifting each of the long, muscular legs and arranging them so that each hung off an arm of the chair. With Raven's thighs spread-eagled, she held her employer's eyes as she inched her ruby lips closer and closer to the eagerly waiting vulva. 

Raven let out a long sigh that combined lust and affection and slid her own hands down to caress Melissa's breasts, tweaking her hard nipples as the diminutive woman between her legs let out a soft moan. Her lust filled eyes stared up at Raven and she leant back for a moment to enjoy the caressing of her small but perky breasts. Then she took each of Raven's hands in hers, holding them tightly whilst she looked up and held her gaze.

Once she was assured that the gold-flecked eyes were fixed on hers, she eased her head forward, holding the gaze as her lips honed in on the prize below the curly, gold-flecked pubic hair. Pausing for a second, she blew gently, watching in satisfaction as the face above her contorted in pleasure and anticipation.

Raven closed her eyes as she began to groan, her moans increasing in tempo when Melissa suddenly let go off her hands and slid a delicate finger deep into the trembling body. She half opened her eyes again, gazing down at the sensual display before her, loving the sight and feel of the undulating finger inside her.

Her juices were flowing freely as her diminutive lover slid a second finger into her welcoming flesh, while her other fingers caressed across Raven's slippery clitoris, that was gasping for attention. As she worked her delicious fingers inside her lover, Melissa eased herself up Raven's heaving body and lovingly licked her sweet tongue across the freckled breasts, moving from one to the other, all the while her fingers continuing with their pleasuring work.

"My god..." Raven gasped, her body lying spread-eagled back against the chair, her hair dishevelled, her heart pounding, her entire body beginning to tremble with arousal as an orgasm approached.

Melissa continued to work her fingers into the now undulating body as it uncontrollably squirmed on the chair, writhing to better accommodate the pleasure giving intruders even deeper. Melissa heard the tell tale groans just before she brought the squirming woman to climax, feeling Raven's body clenching rhythmically as it exploded on her fingers.

She looked up at the pretty head arching all the way back until the tendons stood out tautly on her neck, as her fabulous body shuddered with ecstasy, and then allowed her mouth to renew its assault on the firm, freckled breasts, sucking violently on one nipple before moving on to flick her talented tongue across its crimson twin, allowing her lover to ride her fingers until the effect of the orgasm began to subside.

"Good girl," she whispered, but too turned on herself to allow the moment to pass.

The fingers that had been entwined in her hair whilst her lover came began to loosen, but then she felt her grip tighten again as she used her other hand to spread Raven's wetness all around her clitoris, mercilessly teasing the hard little nub as she did so. 

"My god..." Raven gasped again, her heart flying into her mouth as despite her the orgasm that had only just consumed her, she unbelievably felt another approach.

Her moans grew in intensity as Melissa's fingers continued to pleasure her shining clitoris, complimented by the hard, pink tongue that was twirling around her hard, brown nipples. Her love juices were flowing freely now and she humped herself against those wonderful fingers, lifting her buttocks off the chair as she realised she was emitting strange little mewling noises.

"God...Melissa...I'm gonna cum again, baby!" 

Melissa pulled away briefly to watch Raven's face contort with pleasure and satisfied at the effect she was so wantonly creating, dropped her head even lower this time and closed her lips over the engorged clitoris, her tongue flicking its hypersensitive tip gently from side to side until she sucked it fully into her mouth. Raven's incoherent moans grew louder and louder as her diminutive lover chewed on her hard nub and it was enough to take her over the edge for a second time. 

Raven's writhing body could take no more and her lithe form stiffened involuntarily, straightening up, again driving her buttocks off the chair, fucking that wonderful mouth against her as she orgasmed, her throes of passion nearly forcing her off the chair as her peaks followed on top of each other. 

Shining eyes open and staring as her mouth completed its work, Melissa's eyes slid upwards and watched Raven's beautiful face contort with the pleasure of her orgasms, her gold-flecked hair shaking in line with her body's movements, inarticulate cries exploding from her mouth, until finally, her out of control body began to relax and slumped back in the chair, drained. 

Moving back into a kneeling position, smiling, Melissa carefully removed her face from its velvety enclosure, all wet and covered in Raven's juices. She gently wiped her face along Raven's stomach and breasts as she slid upwards and held her lover until, slowly, she began to recover.

Eventually, as Raven felt the exhaustion lift, she lowered her beautifully full, pink lips to Melissa's and the two of them fell into a lingering kiss. When she heard her petite lover moan into her mouth, she ungainly found her feet, grabbed the young woman's hand, and jerked her completely off the chair, pulling her across and onto the bed. 

Grabbing her short but extremely shapely legs, she pulled her forward and pushed Melissa's skirt up over her waist. Her hands wrapped around the elastic in her panties and with a sudden wrench, ripped the soaked silk from her lover's body, revealing the thick, black, heart shaped pubic hair underneath. 

"I'll buy you another pair later," Raven promised. 

"I love it when you're rough..." gasped Melissa.

Her young body squirmed at the thought of the gold-flecked haired woman taking her, pleasuring her. Raven knelt on the floor, placing a tanned leg over each shoulder before bending down and applying her willing mouth to the wet, waiting vulva. Her moist pink tongue flicked out, finding Melissa's already fully aroused clitoris, twirling around it in her mouth much as her diminutive lover had done to her. 

Uttering a wild cry, Melissa's hands reached down and found Raven's head, her clutching fingers entwining themselves in the dishevelled gold-flecked hair.

"Oh god," Melissa cried out, realising just how much her own body needed release after the pleasuring she had just provided.

Encouraged by her young lover's entreaties, Raven slid her tongue across the vulva, alternately licking and fucking, before sucking on the shining clitoris. Melissa could feel the tongue demanding that she cum on the teasing mouth and thrust her hips against the now frantic beauty's busy lips, feeling her climax rapidly approaching. 

Raven felt it too, digging her fingers into the young woman's thighs, her pointed nails leaving several indentations into the soft flesh as she sucked Melissa's clitoris deeper into her hot wet mouth. She began sucking it in and out, lashing her tongue across it, driving sharp stabs of pleasure throughout her lover's quivering body and soon the swift assault was too much.

"Raven, I'm cumming!" Melissa screamed, her long fingernails clawing frantically at the bed covers as she gushed in unbearable sweetness into Raven's pleasuring mouth.

Her hips jerked wildly, shudder after shudder passing through her as her orgasm rippled through her vibrant body, revelling in the intense sensations Raven had created in her. Giving a final quivering moan, her tense body collapsed, her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, and her hands fell away from Raven's bobbing head.

Raven moved around the bed then bent down to kiss Melissa, running her tongue into the reclining girl's mouth.

"Time for a quick shower," she grinned. 

*

It was later that evening, the night before they initiated the first phase of their plan, that Raven, Melissa, Huntergirl and Lucas had decided on a celebratory dinner. Everything was now in place for Raven's revenge. Soon she would have exacted retribution for the death of her husband after three long years of waiting. They now had the means to fatally damage America's Super heroes and heroines, those individuals who purported to uphold American ideals but who had failed both her and The Doc at his time of need. 

It was an award winning restaurant, one that they all knew and loved and had been The Doc's favourite. This was their first visit there since his demise, with Raven deciding it was entirely appropriate for this evening's celebration, knowing that it would set the scene she wanted for this special evening. It was a small, intimate rendezvous, with the table candles providing the majority of the light and allowing each party of diners to set their own mood.

The party made their way into the restaurant from their long, silver limousine, their eyes adjusting to the dimmed light as they entered. On their Arrival, the maitre d' appeared from nowhere to greet them and led them to their table, through the open restaurant floor jam packed full of diners and up a small flight of steps. They entered the area reserved for their most favoured of clientele, where three empty tables were located, and he sat them at the largest, overlooking the floor below.

"We are delighted to have you visit us again," he enthused to Raven. "And please rest assured that this area is yours, I have ensured that no other of the upstairs tables will be used. You have complete privacy."

Although Raven had not used the restaurant for such a long period, she and The Doc had been well known to the restaurant and to the maitre d'. He had sufficient discretion to pass no other comment, and Raven gently thanked him before immediately ordering two bottles of the finest champagne. When it arrived, she toasted her three fellow conspirators.

"We are about to change the world," she softly said, raising her sparkling glass in her right hand. "Let's drink to success and to The Doc."

They clinked glasses just as their waiter arrived with their menus and after some small talk, they eventually ordered. Raven sat quietly for some time, remembering happier times with her husband and the last time they had visited the restaurant. As a tear formed in her golden-flecked eye, she poured them all a second glass of champagne and slowly looked at each of them in turn, searching their faces as if attempting to read their thoughts.

"Tomorrow we put our plan into action," she stated, her nostalgic exterior changing to a business like expression. "Are we all clear?"

Melissa laughed, breaking the small tension that had enveloped the table. 

"Not only am I clear," she muttered, "But I'm immensely looking forward to the experience, too." 

Lucas joined in the laughter. "You are insatiable," he suggested.

"I know," she purred. "But it's not just the sex. I get enough of that anyway."

Her foot slid over to Raven and ran up her leg, resulting in the gold-flecked haired woman laughing aloud.

"Then what is it?" Huntergirl asked, her light brown bright eyes twinkling.

The sexy, diminutive woman pondered for a moment, running her fingers around the edge of her glass.

"It's two things," she answered. "It's the power of bringing down a Super hero... and it's playing my part in helping you gain your revenge."

She blushed slightly as she replied, her soulful, black eyes watching as Raven's hand snaked across the table and took her own, sliding the pad of her thumb along the soft skin.

"Taking down all the so called Super heroes," Raven responded.

"That's correct," Huntergirl intervened. "The mission is too important and we will only get one chance of success. The timing is absolutely critical as if any escape our net, it will jeopardise our entire success."

"So although we work individually," Raven continued, a steely determination in her voice, "It is the quality of our co-ordinated approach that will determine our success."

"Don't worry," her brother responded. "We have considered every eventuality."

"Except one," Raven responded. "The unknown!"

For a moment, they each considered Raven's words, knowing from experience that it was impossible to anticipate every possibility. They fell silent for a few seconds, remaining that way until their food arrived.

They took their time eating, savouring the exquisite quality of the food as the slowly walked through all the details of their plans. If all went well, by this time tomorrow Melissa would be ensconced in the League of Liberty and Justice building, whilst Venus Flytrap would have joined the mix. The success of both contacts would give a strong indication of whether they would be able to achieve their aim within the seven days they had allowed.




Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 01



"Yes," repeated Melissa, sighing in exasperation at Raven's question. "I know exactly what I am to do."

She looked again at her employer, the reflection of the candle's flame flickering in her eyes. This was the third time that her employer had made her walk through her part of the plan.

"Yes, I do too," laughed Lucas as his sister turned her eyes on him. "We've gone over it twice now and I'm not going to repeat it again."

They had reached the end of their meal, and as their plates were cleared, it seemed there was a strong feeling of anticipation within the close knit group of four. The diners at the tables on the ground floor below them had finished their meals and the restaurant was emptying, the sound of clinking of glasses and murmurs of conversation reducing as each party departed. 

Raven gave a soft sigh of satisfaction, she could not believe how advanced their plans were. At times, she had wondered if such a moment would ever arrive, but she had sworn that she would avenge The Doc and now she was so close to doing so.

"Okay," she said, pulling herself back from her memories of her husband. "We are as well prepared as we ever will be. Melissa, I am entrusting BlackCat Girl to you."

"I know, and it's wonderful," purred Melissa. "I like young women!"

They all laughed, before Raven continued.

"Huntergirl, I have entrusted you with Phenomenon himself."

"My pleasure," purred Huntergirl. "Now can we get home soon, I really need to get out of these everyday clothes and get back into my uniform. No-one can resist me in leopard skin..."

Raven laughed again, her golden-flecked eyes twinkling as she turned to look at her brother. 

"Lucas, I'm expecting you to do the business with Feline Woman. And as a bonus, if all goes well you can have some fun with Louisa Layne, too." 

Lucas nodded, winking across the table at his wife. 

"Well if you are enjoying Phenomenon, I'll take care of little Louisa," he suggested.

Huntergirl just shook her head. Men could be such babies.

"As for me," continued Raven. "The young StunMan will be my victim." 

"That only leaves Wonderman and Amazonian Woman," purred Huntergirl. 

"Our friend in crime has responsibility for Amazonian Woman," Raven explained.

"Venus Flytrap?" guessed Lucas, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Who else?" laughed Raven. "She hates Phenomenon and this is an opportunity for her to be rewarded with the thing she wants most, and also to gain revenge. She is already fully briefed."

"How could you brief her?" asked Melissa with a frown. "She's still incarcerated in Charnley Penitentiary." 

Raven looked across at Huntergirl and smiled.

"I think you'll find that she broke out of her prison two days ago," purred the Superheroine. 

"Huntergirl," exclaimed the diminutive Melissa, her soulful, black eyes dancing. "You didn't......." 

The Superhero just stared back with a broad smile. "Naughty, eh?" 

They all laughed.

"And Venus Flytrap's reward for helping us?" asked Lucas, sipping his wine.

"Apart from my breaking her out of jail," asked his wife.

Raven smiled. "An island to herself, to cultivate all the plants she wants. Her loyalty is guaranteed!"

"Sounds good," he exclaimed. "And Wonderman?" 

"Interesting," rasped Raven, her voice hoarse with excitement. "He is the one remaining piece of the jigsaw, and perhaps the most difficult. But if all goes well between Venus Flytrap and Amazonian Woman, we have our answer...."

They picked up their almost empty glasses and had one final toast to their success, then they wished Raven a successful flight. That was necessary as Huntergirl had told them she had discovered that the Super crime fighters had become more and more interested in the activities of their laboratory, and now that they were so close to the implementation of their plan, they felt that a diversionary tactic could do no harm. 

It had therefore been agreed that Raven would fly out of the country in the early hours. Huntergirl would spread the news of Raven's temporary departure to the crime fighters and that would take the heat off until it was too late.

Raven called over the maitre d' and settled their bill, leaving her usual very healthy gratuity. She sighed again as she stood up.

"We've agreed how we will update each other on our progress," she softly said. "You can drop me at the airport and then enjoy the rest of your evening."

*

The return journey from the Airport to Raven Towers took less than an hour. The specially built complex was impressive enough, discreetly located in the middle of a large estate and deceptively spacious. As would be expected, it was equipped with state-of-the-art, highly-advanced technologies, disguised in impenetrable barn-like locations so as to avoid being detected by enemies, or by any inquisitive mortals. 

The main building provided a safe house, where Raven and her team were able to conceal themselves from their adversaries. Not that the Super heroes realized that they were foes, but the sudden lack of contact from Raven that had continued over the three years had naturally left them puzzled and confused. Whereas they originally thought that Raven's sabbatical was due to her despair at losing The Doc, her continued absence suggested something more sinister. 

The outbuildings, designed to look like barns from the outside but anything but, contained a range of functions, the largest being the laboratory. It had been created for experiments and scientific study and that had eventually led to the development of Substance AG, the aphrodisiac-inducing arousal gas. The building was positioned next to the Communications Centre, with the research library that covered a variety of topics from science to history to criminal profiling, standing less than one hundred yards to its left.

The armory was housed to the rear, next to the garage and aircraft hangar. Raven could have flown out on her own private plane, but wanted her departure to be more obvious than that. She would secretively return in her own jet not more than a day or two later, in time to execute her part of the plan. 

The building at the rear contained the gymnasium where each of her team worked out for at least a couple of hours every day.

As they returned to the Towers, Huntergirl sat in quiet reflection as to how they had arrived at this point, whilst Lucas and Melissa chatted about what lay ahead. She thought back with a smile to the experiments to find an aphrodisiac drug that could be effective on Super heroes and heroines alike. She owed it to her brother to offer herself as a test subject, the only one who could prove the effectiveness. 

She knew it brought risks, but she had no idea that it would bring such benefits also. And as she gazed across the plush limousine seats at Melissa's supple body, she knew that benefit was going to be available to her again tonight.

*

Huntergirl was not alone in her bed. Joining her on the crumpled silk sheets was the diminutive Melissa. The brunette was, like Huntergirl, naked and her perky, cherry-tipped breasts were a joy to the Superheroine's eyes. Huntergirl's gaze hungrily travelled down the young woman's scrumptious young body, remembering the pleasures they had once brought one another.

Melissa was kneeling on the bed next to Huntergirl, smiling at her former lover, her hands on her knees, momentarily obscuring her most intimate feminine charms from sight. And a naked Lucas was to their right, grinning ear to ear as he stared at the two women as if he was a man dying of thirst and they were cool, spring water. He very much looked like a man intent on slaking his thirst, as was evidenced by the state of his manhood, which stood proudly erect.

He sighed softly to himself as he looked back and forth at the twin visions before him. It was a sigh he had been uttering for the last half hour, ever since they had returned to the Towers, showered together, and then made their way to their bed. This was Raven's way of thanking the three of them, but he knew it was for one night only. He intended to use the night to the full.

During the limousine journey, with Huntergirl lost in her own thoughts, Melissa had whispered to him the ways in which she would make this a night to remember. Until that moment, Lucas had no idea that Melissa would be joining them and he felt like pinching himself to make sure he was not dreaming. The feel of Melissa's hand, reaching out and grasping his erect shaft at that very moment, made him realise he was not.

He groaned with delight as Melissa's fingers close over his erection, encircling it in a loving grip. Her fingers slowly slid up and down, stroking the hard shaft, her red nail polish standing out in stunning contrast to the colour of Lucas's flesh. Her left hand was fondling one of Huntergirl's golden orbs, her soft fingers making sure the jutting nipple remained firm. 

Leaning over, she brought her face down level with Lucas's shaft and the touch of her licking tongue on his erection was electric. He gasped as the young woman extended her hard pink tongue and flicked it across the head of his long, thick shaft, while Huntergirl reached out and began to caress Melissa's supple thigh, which was firmly pressed against her.

Her touch encouraged the young assistant to open her shapely legs slightly to encourage the hand to wander further and Huntergirl's fingers crept forward and softly brushed against Melissa's groove, already wet with her honeyed, love juices. 

Melissa hardly noticed, concentrating her efforts on Lucas's hardness. Her hard, pink tongue sensuously licked up and down the shaft, covering every inch of his pulsating flesh, before sucking around the bulbous head. Lucas gasped in delight as her moist tongue reached the apex of his cock, and watched with narrowing eyes as she opened her tantalising mouth wide to accommodate his girth.

Shifting on the bed, Huntergirl's fingers were now toying with Melissa's labial lips, sliding along them and circling the hard little clitoris begging for attention. Melissa moaned with pleasure as she felt the folds of her vagina being parted by Huntergirl's clever little fingers, felt them slipping along her lower lips, teasing her little nubbin which was now fully erect. It seemed that Huntergirl knew all the right spots to fan the flames of lust within her. 

Huntergirl moved into a kneeling position on the silk sheets beside Melissa, leaning forward, fascinated, as she watched her husband's thick penis slowly disappearing into the warm mouth of the young woman. Her narrowed eyes watched Melissa's ruby mouth open wide to accept the prize before it, the ruby lips sliding down the hard shaft. 

When Melissa reached the tip of Lucas's shaft on her upstroke, she found Huntergirl's crimson lips waiting for her. She leaned forward, lower lip still sliding along Lucas's shaft, and began to kiss the feline woman, first playfully and then with increasing passion. Melissa's soulful black eyes, seemingly so innocent, stared intently into Huntergirl's light brown ones as they lapped at each other's mouths and the shared, erect prize between them.

Staring down, Lucas could see the two women's tongues duelling with each other, and on hearing his moans of arousal, Melissa smiled and returned her attention to his shaft. Her head frantically bobbed as she sucked across the rounded head and down the hardened pole. 

Meanwhile, Huntergirl's busy mouth and tongue caressed her husband's testicles, sucking them, licking them, and he was unable to resist the sensation caused by the two exquisite mouths. With a loud groan, he thrust his hips forward, forcing himself deeper into Melissa's mouth as the first rope of semen burst from his heaving body and pulsed between the demanding lips. 

She eased her head back, her eager mouth greedily holding the captive shaft as it fired its wet offering between her lips, avidly swallowing all he could offer. Lucas shuddered again and again as Melissa's horny mouth continued to work on his diminishing member whilst his wife's tongue licked at his hard testicles.

Smiling up at him as she eased her mouth away, Melissa smacked her ruby lips contentedly, looking like a cat that had just lapped up a bowl of warm milk. Huntergirl moved out from beneath him and caressing their heads, Lucas tumbled back onto the sheets, stroking his hands through their hair, entwining both sets of black tresses.

Huntergirl and Melissa immediately rose to their knees on each side of Lucas, and then leaned forward into each other's embrace, their soft lips passionately engaging. But it wasn't only their active mouths that were busy. Their hands, too, were active, exploring the nubile body of their feminine partner. 

Huntergirl cupped Melissa's small but perky breasts, feeling the hardened tips burning into her palms, before rubbing the soft little mounds, bringing her fingers down and tweaking the cherry red tips. The exquisite sensations brought soft little moans of appreciation from Melissa, who eagerly returned the favour.

Melissa loved the feel of Huntergirl's supple breasts and tantalisingly caressed the golden orbs, teasing their coral nipples into diamond-like hardness. She broke off from the wet kiss and moved her pretty face lower, licking down Huntergirl's neck, across the top of the golden orbs, before sucking an eagerly waiting nipple into her hot little mouth. 

One of Huntergirl's hands left Melissa's perky breasts for a moment, holding the brunette's head and mouth exactly where it was. She arched her back as she did so, growling as she felt the hard, pink tongue swirled around her jutting nipple. Little gasps punctuated the young Superheroine's breathing, which was bursting forth in short, rapid gasps 

Melissa switched breasts, swallowing the other erect nipple with her eager mouth, caressing it lovingly with her hard, pink tongue. Her white teeth closed lightly on the coral tip, forcing yet another gasp from the Superheroine's parted, crimson lips as the delicious nipple hardened even further. 

Huntergirl groaned with pleasure and decided to return the favour. She reluctantly pushed Melissa's head away, quivering as she felt her lover's lips sliding off her diamond-hard nipple, and bent down to pleasure her young assistant's perky breasts. Her oral ministrations on the two heaving orbs elicited moans of encouragement from Melissa and over the next several minutes, the two beauties alternated sucking on each other's luscious breasts.

As they slid their tongues along the satiny surfaces of each other's glistening orbs, playfully biting the engorged nipples, Lucas was an avid spectator. The sight of them fondling and tonguing each other's breasts was intoxicating and began to have a predictable effect on him, his penis beginning to pulsate as the blood returned to flow through it. 

But Huntergirl was too occupied to notice, her hands running along the soft insides of Melissa's thighs as she drew the diminutive woman's body towards her face. Bending forward to close the distance between them, she flicked out with her long and highly skilled tongue. It touched the young woman's vulva and then slowly lapped upwards, between the twin labial lips, tasting the honeyed juices before finishing its upward journey at Melissa's shining clitoris. 

Melissa gasped and jerked on the bed, involuntarily, as if receiving an electrical shock as the exquisite sensations were transmitted to her brain. Her hands reached out, caressed the black tresses as the delicious head worked lovingly between her thighs, encouraging the Superheroine to use her mouth and tongue to bring her to orgasm.

"That's so good, baby" she cooed as she felt the long and highly skilled tongue starting the slow journey which would bring her to the boil. 

As Huntergirl tasted the young woman's honeyed wetness, pressing her mouth and sucking on her excited little clitoris, she could feel Lucas moving behind her, his hands grasping her near-naked buttocks and lightly squeezed them in his big hands as though he were testing the quality of a ripe fruit. She held her breath as he positioned himself, gasping slightly as she felt him slide between her buttocks, his purplish head slowly pushing forward and sinking into her hot body. 

Melissa was moaning softly, her hands playing with her perky breasts, pinching her hardened nipples with her fingers, augmenting the sensations coming from her fiery sex where Huntergirl's wet, active mouth seemed intent on slaking the blaze. 

Seeing his wife's dark tresses fanned out over the firm, tanned thighs of the young woman was indescribably erotic and encouraged Lucas to commence his efforts as he began to thrust against Huntergirl's body, his muscular thighs slapping against her rounded buttocks.

Huntergirl gasped almost in time with the thrusts but continued to allow her mouth to do its work, alternating between sliding her hard, long tongue inside the young woman's cavern and slipping it along the length of her honeyed vulva to her expectant clitoris. Behind her, Lucas urgently thrust into his wife's hot core, each movement forcing her yet more firmly against the moaning, diminutive woman underneath her thirsting lips. 

Melissa's gasps came faster and louder, as she felt her orgasm building inside her. Her fingers caressed her own aching nipples as the Superheroine's mouth made love to that most private part of her body. On her back, her head resting on a fluffy, white pillow, she watched, spellbound, as Huntergirl grasped her quivering thighs, pulling her sex closer against her hungry mouth and pleasuring tongue.

Behind Huntergirl, Lucas clasped his wife's firm hips as he drove himself into her body, causing the undulating woman to emit muffled groans between Melissa's thighs. And the feeling of her body being pleasured by her husband's steely invader while her mouth feasted on Melissa's honeyed love juices suddenly proved too much for the Superheroine. 

Burying her frenzied screams in the moist folds before her, Huntergirl exploded in orgasm, her satiny walls clenching and unclenching feverishly, clamping back against the welcome shaft that continued to pound inside her. Her buttocks were thrusting back demonically, forcing the whole of Lucas's throbbing shaft inside her. Hearing her cries, feeling her liquid core spasming around him, Lucas nearly lifted his wife off the bed as he drove himself into her. 

She wailed incoherently as the tremors wracked her nubile body, her first orgasm being immediately followed by a second as his rigid weapon continued to thrust into her. Over her shoulder, Melissa was watching the expressions on Lucas's contorted face as he fucked his wife and, like a chain reaction, the Superheroine's uncontrollable shrieks of ecstasy against her own sex were sufficient to push Melissa over the edge. 

As Huntergirl came, her hands clenched tightly on Melissa's soft thighs, trapping the young woman against her demanding mouth. Feeling the Superheroine climaxing against her, Melissa's orgasm immediately ripped through her petite frame, intensified by her lover's lips that continued to feast on her slick, wet body.

Her small, perfectly shaped feet pushed against the bed, thrusting her quivering hips even more tightly against Huntergirl's mouth as the Superheroine's long and highly skilled tongue thrummed against her swollen clitoris, the vibrations wringing yet another climax from the delirious young woman's body. Finally, drained, Melissa collapsed back on the bed, her thighs finally loosening against Huntergirl's face and her body glistening with a sheen of perspiration. 

Huntergirl grunted as she turned her head to look back at her husband, who had deferentially paused in the light of the orgasms taking place in front of him. They both knew it was now his turn. The Superheroine pushed her buttocks back against him, undulating herself on his ramrod stiff hardness as he resumed his thrusts into her molten core. He closed his eyes, and the images of his wife bringing Melissa to orgasm with her mouth darting around his aroused mind. 




Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 01



She ground her curvy hips eagerly back into his body as she felt him tense and the sensation of her movements on his thrusting manhood was sufficient to trigger his orgasm. He dug his trembling fingers into her soft thighs as he felt himself pulse strongly inside her, squeezing tightly as he shot one long rope of semen after another into her tightly gripping vagina.

As they eventually recovered, Huntergirl eased her sexually charged body over to the desk in the corner of the room. She took out the small bottle of clear liquid and drained it in one go. Were it not for the antidote, she could not have allowed herself to have sex with Melissa. But now, the night was still young and she knew that she wanted more.

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Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 02



Continuing the theme of trying something new, this is a completely different idea and approach to that of 'Vegas', but one that has fascinated me for some time. And in writing this, I have taken on board feedback on my first posting, which suggested a tinge of disappointment with the balance between poker and erotica... there is none of the former and the focus in this storyline is most definitely the latter.

And as always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.

Due to posting problems on the site, it is some time since chapter 1 was published. It is essential to read that Chapter to understand the context of all following chapters.

DAY TWO: THE MISSION COMMENCES

Raven was aware that Venus Flytrap could not have cared less about the death of her husband, nor about her plan to gain revenge. But she had no doubt she could rely on the fascinating woman’s help in successfully implementing her plans.

For one thing, she was a sworn enemy of Phenomenon and would go to any lengths to achieve retribution for the perceived wrongs he had done to her. And the offer of an island retreat, to allow her to focus on her life’s passion for cultivating new and unusual species of plants, would prove too hard to resist.

Her story was remarkable in that having been a well-known and highly successful botanist in the United Kingdom, she turned to the guise of "Venus Flytrap" after being poisoned by a criminal gang anxious to take advantage of her work. But instead of killing her, the drug had resulted in a hyperactive immune system that enabled her body to reject any infection, poison, or outside contamination. 

When she had sought out the gang to exact revenge, it had been Phenomenon who had imprisoned her, in the interests of what he had the nerve to call justice. He had captured her after she disposed of four members of the gang using her own brand of poisoning, allowing the remaining three members to escape. Worse, he had her incarcerated in the Charnley Penitentiary, where she used her skills to cultivate and develop a range of plants to her own design. 

Her black market connections allowed her to sell some of these remarkable creations for huge sums of money, all required to help her activities and plan for a future which she saw as funding a location where she could live in peace with the plants she loved so much. She eventually escaped from the Penitentiary and fled to a wasteland of an island near the Caribbean, which allowed her to live her dreams. 

Until, that is, the remaining three gang members had traced her and set about destroying her island. She had followed them back to their European lair and, one by one, finished the job she had started and poisoned them all. It was then that Phenomenon had recaptured her, returning her to the Penitentiary where she resided until a couple of days ago when Huntergirl stepped in.

The Superheroine had broken her free from the institution and that night flew her to another island, this time in the Far East. Raven had offered the botanist the island as a gift and a grateful Venus Flytrap agreed to help Raven carry out her plans.

She had dreamt of revenge against Phenomenon every single day she had spent in the Penitentiary, but knew that whilst the very touch of her pale lips could poison a normal person should she wish, it would have no effect on a Superhero. It was for that reason that she responded so positively to Raven’s request, especially as the means of bringing down Phenomenon and the rest of the crime fighters was so... exquisite! 

Although she had wanted to personally use the lipgloss on Phenomenon, she understood Raven’s rational explanation that he would not allow her to get that close to him again. Instead, she agreed to focus her efforts on Amazonian Woman on the understanding that if Raven’s plans for Phenomenon were foiled, she would be supplied with a further quantity of the Substance AG and allowed to step in.

As for dealing with Amazonian Woman, whilst the chemical would help break down her defenses and allow Venus Flytrap to get close to the Superheroine, her unique expertise and relationship with plants had allowed her to develop a quite special mutant plant whilst in the Penitentiary. And that distinctive plant would be perfect in helping her take care of that particular lady!



Holly had assumed her duties at the League of Liberty and Justice only six months ago but she had performed them so well that the crime fighters regarded her as indispensible. She was the link between the Super heroes and heroines, and the forces of law and order around the world, and she kept the magnificent seven up to date with happenings everywhere and well briefed regarding the many requests for their assistance.

The curvaceous, young woman had also brought a touch of freshness to the team. Despite being only twenty years of age, she was a streetwise young girl and whereas the previous more elderly incumbent had been very stiff and officious whilst impeccably carrying out her duties, Holly had proven to be just as efficient whilst adding plenty of youthful zest and a sense of fun to proceedings. 

She was a natural blonde, and fitted the crime fighting image with a stunning young figure she never hesitated to show off. Today, she was wearing a black top that stopped just above her the belly button ring in the shape of the dove so favoured by the League of Liberty and Justice. The top accentuated her toned stomach and full breasts, whilst her skin tight, cream, hip hugger jeans displayed her perfect, shapely, buttocks, above which rested the dove tattoo on her lower back.

She had just sent BlackCat Girl on her latest escapade, reacting to a robbery taking place in the Bank of America main branch in the heart of Washington itself. She and BlackCat Girl had quickly become friends, each admiring the other’s spiky approach to life and although Holly was careful not to overtly display her feelings, she secretly lusted after the attractive young Superheroine.

It was at times like this, with all of the Super heroes and heroines out tackling crime, that she could not help but worry for their safety. Whilst she was fully aware of their so called invulnerability, she also remembered only too well the shock created when The Doc died. And so it was that, whenever they returned to their American base from their various escapades during her six months in their service, it was always a relief to see them safely home, and in particular, the return of BlackCat Girl.

As for the young Superheroine, she was completely unaware of Holly’s feelings and even had she been, there were no circumstances in which she would make love to another woman. She was simply not made that way. 

She bid Holly goodbye as she set off on her latest assignment, expecting to be back at base before too long. The attempts to rob a bank were becoming more and more mundane and she occasionally longed for the more meaningful type of adventure that her more experienced colleagues found themselves with. 

As she arrived at the central Bank of America branch, she carried out a quick check around the outer perimeter of the property. It did not take her long to identify three shadowy figures shadows inside the partially lit offices, and she quickly located a fourth in their getaway vehicle parked on the side street. Sighing at the predictability of it all, she took out the driver before he was even aware she was there, trussing him up and throwing him into the back seat. She then disabled the car before loping to a side door to the offices.

As she slipped into the building she saw that the lock had been forced and she reached into the belt slung around her shapely hips and pulled out several small items as she raced across the floor, taking care to make sure her soft, leather, calf hugging boots made no sound. She saw two heads silhouetted against a small window across from her and taking careful aim, threw a whirring rope of wire towards their knees, immediately taking out both parties.

She stood stock still for a while until she saw located the third figure, inching his way towards where he had last seen his partners in crime. For a moment or two she observed his body movements, piecing together his thoughts and probable intentions from the way he carried himself. Once she was clear as to what she expected, she circled around him and despatched another rope at the gun he was carrying in his right hand.

As it wrapped itself around the back of his hand, the gun hit the floor as he emitted a loud groan. With only three strong bounds, BlackCat Girl reached all three intruders and had them trussed up with their hands behind their backs before any of them could recover. Within moments of their immobilization, she saw police strobes flashing next to the ex-getaway car. Another mission accomplished without needing to break sweat!

As she handed over the villains and began to leave the building, the young Superheroine was stopped in her tracks by a noise from some buildings on her left. Inaudible to normal ears, there was just sufficient of a sound for the young crime fighter to pick up.

Within seconds, her shadowy figure was moving gracefully over the parapet of the tall office block roof next to the bank, listening as she did so for any tell-tale sounds that would provide a clue as to what was awaiting her. The bank robbery may have been straightforward but this felt more interesting. As she climbed a nearby wall, her electronically enhanced hearing picked up another, similar noise. A soft moan, she thought. 

Pausing, she listened intently until she heard the sound again, faint but distinct, on the cool night air. It was definitely a moan, but almost a sound of gratification rather than any sort of pain. With graceful agility, she resumed her movements, and with one swing of her shapely hips, she launched herself, the wind in her face as she leapt across the small distance between rooftops and landing feather like on the small roof below her.

She paused as she heard the sound again, almost soft moans of enjoyment, she thought, as her brow furrowed in confusion. If she was not mistaken, it actually sounded as if someone was being pleasured.......

Puzzled, she continued her journey, swinging her hips forward as she leapt across a small space between rooftops, her momentum causing her to fall forward onto all fours. She immediately sprang to her feet, dusting off the dirt from her outfit, while listening for any sign of detection. She heard nothing and quickly glided over to the opposite side of the flat roof. There was a skylight to her left and she eased her head forward so that she could look down into the lighted room without fear of detection. What she saw took her breath away.

Below her, a beautiful, naked young woman was lying on a small bed. Both her hands and each of her opened legs were tired to one of the four bedposts, spread eagling her on the bed. Sitting beside her was someone who looked incredibly like Raven, The Doc’s widow. She felt herself gasp and she needed to compose herself by taking a deep breath.

If indeed it was Raven, her long fingers were between the naked thighs, rotating in soft, slow, circular movements and eliciting long, moans from the bound young woman. BlackCat Girl realised that those were the very same moans she had heard when approaching the building. 

This did not make sense. Why would Raven kidnap a young woman, take her to an unoccupied building and have sex with her? The young Superheroine glanced around and saw a door not more than twenty yards away and instinctively knew that it would lead her down to that room. But even as she began to rise to her feet, for some reason she hesitated, her blue eyes remaining transfixed on the sight below. 



In addition to being universally recognized as the most voluptuous of Superheroines, Amazonian Woman was also regarded as the most caring of all the Super heroes, always being willing to listen to whatever she was told, in the certain knowledge that if someone was attempting to hoodwink her at any time, her truth-band would help her immediately validate the accuracy of their story.

Those various qualities were aided by her natural beauty, intelligence and strength, making her into one of the most formidable of the crime-fighters. So much so, it was not long after arriving in America, that the tall Amazonian unanimously became a powerful member of the League of Liberty and Justice Superhero alliance that was quickly formed with the backing of political and religious leaders across the planet.

That alliance was necessary due to the ever increasing number and variety of challenges presenting themselves right across the far corners of the world. This required the more experienced of the Super heroes and heroines to focus on the potentially Earth-shattering, highest-priority threats which could challenge their tremendous combined power, whilst the younger members focused on the more traditional threats to law and order.

Their battles over the last year had seen their combined powers repel every threat presented to them, and in particularly had seen them triumph over the increasing number of challenges from a newly reformed coalition of villains who had prepared individualized take-down strategies for each Superhero. They knew it was this latter group that posed the most threat, for if a way could be found to infiltrate the group, not only was their very existence threatened, but so was that of the world.

It was in the League of Liberty and Justice building in Washington D.C. that the Amazonian had just reported back on her latest battle against an arch enemy in the Far East, relieved that she had prevailed following a mighty battle, preventing the super villains from continuing their quest to spread widespread destruction across the planet. And whilst she knew that she needed a rest after her exertions, Amazonian Woman was also aware that she had one more task to fulfil before that could happen. 

She had received a message to meet Venus Flytrap, a villainess she had not yet come into contact with, but one who she had heard much about from none other than Phenomenon himself. He saw her as a dangerous, if misguided, foe and one that had only recently escaped from the Charnley Penitentiary.

But the message from Venus Flytrap had explained that she had something to tell the Superheroine that could alter the shape of the world, and Amazonian Woman knew that she needed to hear what she had to say, even though the likelihood was that she would be walking into a trap. 

But then, she had confronted many traps during her time as a crime fighter and she was well prepared for whatever it was that she might have to face.



Melissa and Raven had agreed that they needed to put on a realistic show when whichever of the Super heroes showed up, and Raven’s escape route was well planned. She would leave the room by an alternative exit before they could be disturbed. As she looked down at Melissa’s aroused face, she saw the girl’s aroused eyes widen and look upwards, then watched her imperceptibly nod her head. Good, they now had the company they desired. 

Raven leant across Melissa’s curvy frame, renewing her caressing motions on her vulnerable, shining clitoris. Her expert fingers rolled the throbbing bud in the writhing young woman’s juices, just as she had the night before when Lucas had watched and then participated. The sight of BlackCat Girl surreptitiously watching them aroused Melissa almost as much as the working fingers and she uttered little animal sounds of pleasure as her orgasm approached. 

Raven could feel the rounded hips thrusting wildly beneath her questing fingers as she pinched that most tender of buds and knew if she continued, Melissa would soon succumb to the rising floodwaters. She took the sexy, young woman to the brink of orgasm, then held her fingers perfectly still until the velvety hips quietened. She knew that Melissa would call out as soon as she saw the Superhero watching begin to move away, and until then, she was determined to tease the willing body. 

Leaning forward, she used her hot, fiery tongue to caress Melissa’s neck and shoulders, before slithering downwards to her small perky bosom. Melissa arched her body as she offered her treasures to the villain, moaning again as Raven’s hungry mouth devoured one of her swollen buds whilst her skilled fingers traced patterns over the red-hot flesh and Melissa responded like a woman possessed. 

Raven sucked a cherry-tipped breast deep into her mouth and slid her tongue over and around the hardened bud. Her right hand went to the other, neglected, nipple while her left hand dropped downward and across the slim stomach as the naked woman flinched with every caress. 

"No, no, please don't," she begged, raising her voice so that BlackCat Girl would believe that she was not a willing participant. 

This was even better than they had thought, Melissa thought, realising that the young crime fighter seemed to be taking in every second of the action and she knew just how much the young Superheroine’s body would be oiling from watching the pleasuring. 

"Oh... please, no," she pleaded again as Raven’s fingers ventured into her thick, black, heart shaped pubic hair, whilst secretly thrusting her hips upwards to achieve maximum pleasure for her wanting body. 

Still BlackCat Girl seemed to be making no move, and if anything her head was peeking further over the skylight in an effort to gain a better view. Melissa realised that the girl must have been transfixed by the eroticism of the scene and despite the pleasuring, still had time to realise she could hardly wait to take advantage of that in the days ahead.

But even as the thoughts were running through her pretty head, at that moment she had no way of knowing that BlackCat Girl’s fingers were working on her own body under her costume, bringing her closer to a trembling orgasm as she reacted to the sight on the bed beneath her. 

Melissa knew she had to warn Raven when BlackCat Girl moved but gave herself the twin goal of reaching a much needed orgasm before then. She moaned aloud as Raven slid around, her hot, fiery tongue began to track down Melissa’s body. It paused at the middle of her tummy, running in feather like little circles around the bellybutton, before continuing downwards and flicking against the very tip of her eagerly waiting clitoris. 

Melissa could not remember such an all-consuming orgasm approaching, no doubt a continuation of the still burning fire of the previous night, combined with the sensations created by Raven’s magical tongue. But she realised her arousal was enhanced by the voyeuristic superhero above them and she spread her aching legs as far as the ties would allow to provide better access to her most cherished domain. 

Her incoherent moans grew louder as she thrust her hips into the amazing mouth, her climax bursting from its shell and skipping from peak to peak. Unbeknown to her, at that precise moment BlackCat Girl was also shuddering as an orgasm rippled through the Superheroine’s vibrant body, inspired by the sound of the writhing young prisoner below as she cried out in orgasm. 




Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 02



As she slumped back on the roof, her body trembling in the throes of her orgasm, Melissa saw the face disappear and urged Raven to leave. 

"See you later, lover," Raven whispered as she leapt up from the bed. "Good luck!"

And with a brief, final, kiss on the girl’s lips, Raven disappeared a good couple of minutes before BlackCat Girl had sufficiently recovered to allow her to burst through the door. 



Amazonian Woman and Venus Flytrap met at the United States Botanic Garden, nestled in the heart of Capitol Hill. They had agreed that although Venus Flytrap was a fugitive from justice, the Amazonian would make no attempt to apprehend her, instead she would listen to what the woman had to say and if it was of no interest, they would depart their different ways. Those were Venus Flytrap’s terms and if that is what was required to hear what she had to tell her, then so be it, Amazonian Woman thought.

"Why me?" was the red, white and blue costumed woman’s first question.

Venus Flytrap’s green eyes took in the fullness of the crime fighting woman’s figure, momentarily resting on the bulging cleavage thrusting over the top of her outfit. It had been some time since she had been with another woman, she thought, and whilst that was not her immediate plan, there was no doubt that this voluptuous woman would fit her identikit of the perfect sex partner.

"I asked, why me?" said Amazonian Woman, running a hand through her blue-black hair as she repeated the question. 

She was briefly unnerved by the way the red headed woman in front of her was looking at her, her eyes devouring every curve of her full body, or so it seemed. Venus Flytrap suddenly looked into her face, staring intently into Amazonian Woman’s blue-black eyes.

"Because you have a good heart," she softly replied. "The other crime fighters have all made up their minds about me."

"And I haven’t?" asked Amazonian Woman, refusing to react to the flattery.

"You will have formed a picture on what you have heard," responded the redhead. "But you have an open mind to what you see. The other’s do not." 

"What is it you wish to tell me?" the Superheroine coldly asked, ignoring what she saw as an attempt by the woman to establish some rapport.

Venus Flytrap gave a shrill laugh. "Not so fast, Amazonian Woman. I believe I can trust you, but I am not yet completely sure."

She turned on her heels and began to walk away as a group of visitors approaching the area close to where they were standing. Amazonian Woman followed, all her senses attuned in case an ambush had been laid out for her.

"You have no need to worry," said Venus Flytrap, as if reading the Superheroine’s thoughts. "There is no trap."

She turned to look back at the dark haired beauty, her pale skin highlighted by the soft sunlight flickering through the large window.

"But how do I know that you have not laid a trap for me?" Venus Flytrap continued.

"I gave you my word," Amazonian Woman responded. "That should be enough!"

Venus Flytrap raised an eyebrow. "And I gave you mine, but that doesn’t seem to be enough for you?"

Amazonian Woman felt herself blush slightly.

"What do you know about me?" Venus Flytrap asked, stopping to stare into Amazonian Woman’s sparkling dark eyes.

"That you were a very successful botanist," Amazonian Woman responded. "But that you turned on your gang and murdered them, one by one. I also know that an accident has somehow provided you with a hyperactive immune system and that with one kiss you can poison a human. And I know that Phenomenon has twice had you incarcerated in Charnley Asylum for your misdeeds....." 

"Half a picture," said Venus Flytrap, interrupting her. "The second part is correct, although you can rest assured that the poison has no effect on a Super hero... or heroine. As for the gang, they were not my gang. And they came after me. They deserved everything they got!"

"An interesting twist on reality?" asked Amazonian Woman, raising an eyebrow beneath her full head of blue-black hair.

"Perhaps," responded Venus Flytrap. "Or a different perception on the truth..."

"Crime is crime," said Amazonian Woman, wondering where this was leading.

"So self righteous," hissed Venus Flytrap, her eyes wide with disappointment. She would enjoy bringing this one to her knees.

As another group of visitors headed in their general direction, she sauntered away again. Amazonian Woman’s dark eyes checked all around before she followed.

"All I want," said the redhead, looking back over her shoulder as she continued walking, "Is peace, and my plants. I have never asked for anything else."

She stopped walking, turning around to face Amazonian Woman again. 

"Do you know what these plants are?" she asked, pointing to a species beside her left hand.

"It’s a Venus Flytrap," responded the buxom beauty.

"Correct," said Venus. "It’s a carnivorous plant, and catches and digests animal prey, mostly insects and arachnids. It has a bad reputation, but that’s unfair. Do you know what its name refers to?" 

Without waiting for an answer, Venus Flytrap stared into Amazonian Woman’s blue-black eyes again. 

"The plant's name refers to Venus, the Roman goddess of love," she softly said, her green eyes narrowing as she looked at the curvaceous Superheroine in front of her. "I was named after the plant. My mother was a successful botanist in England, too."

Amazonian Woman stared back. She wanted to get to the point. "The plant’s trapping structure is formed by the terminal portion of each of its leaves. Is that what this is, Venus? Some sort of trap?"

Venus Flytrap shook her head in dismay. "You will come to trust me," she said. "I have not and will not lie to you."

She walked off again towards the exit and Amazonian Woman hesitantly followed her. As they reached the large gate, Venus Flytrap headed towards a young assistant who seemed to recognise her. After exchanging a few words, the assistant handed the green skinned woman what seemed like a plant, wrapped in plain, brown paper. The redhead turned towards Amazonian Woman, stepping across the few yards to her.

"All I want is to be free, and to be left alone on my own island with my plants. If you promise not to interfere, I will tell you something you need to know."

"What?" Amazonian Woman rather naively asked.

"Come, come," said Venus Flytrap. "We both need to trust each other first, and reflect on this conversation. I will be in touch within a few days."

As Amazonian Woman stared at her, her full lips opening slightly, Venus Flytrap handed her the wrapped up plant.

"I got this for you," she said. "If you look after it correctly, it will bring you great pleasure."

As Amazonian Woman looked at the package, staring at a plant the like of which she had not seen before, she felt two lips gently brush her cheek. She pulled back, her eyes blazing.

"So this was a trap," her angry voice almost shouted. "You try to poison me?"

Venus Flytrap gave a shrill laugh. "Not at all, Amazonian Woman. I told you that my kiss cannot poison Super heroes. When I leave, check your truth-band. You will see that every word I have spoken today is true!"

With that, she turned and disappeared into the milling crowd of visitors. 

Amazonian Woman wondered how Venus Flytrap had known of her truth-band. She shifted the plant under one arm and checked the small ‘truth’ device she had set when entering the Gardens. She felt a small shudder. Venus Flytrap was correct, everything she said had been true.



Louisa Layne was one frustrated woman. In her two years of dating Wonderman, they had not once consummated their relationship. They had enjoyed plenty of sexual encounters, yes. And during each one of those, he had brought her to orgasm, often deliciously so. But they had never actually fucked, Wonderman insisting that he was saving that experience until they got married.

And whilst the thought of marrying this Superhero made her heart soar, so far he had not proposed to her. It was not her intention to mention it, as she knew that this was something that had to come from the great man himself. But her patience was running out, especially in view of her sexual frustrations. Hell, he had not even allowed her to make him cum yet, despite her best efforts. Well, tonight was going to be different, she had decided.

"Honey," she said, standing at the door to her kitchen in her apartment.

He turned around to look at her and when he did, she moved her soft hand to her classically cut red blouse and one by one, released each button to reveal her unclad, firm, rounded breasts underneath. She saw his blue eyes widen and once she had his undivided attention, she slowly pulled the material down and off her tanned shoulders, dropping it onto the soft, white carpet beside her feet. 

She watched as his mouth dropped open, his eyes drawn to her jutting breasts and the erect, dark nipples. Now we are getting somewhere, she thought. Tonight is the night when I get fuck you, Mr. Wonderman!

He began to get up from the soft chair in which he was sitting but Louisa shook her head and instead he sat back down, his alert blue eyes carefully watching every move she made. She floated towards him as she continued her slow undressing, touching and fondling the full undersides of her breasts and running her slim fingers up and across her diamond-hard nipples. She gave a soft moan through her glossy, open lips as she felt their hardness against her palms.

Her half closed, striking, violet eyes gazed at his, wanting him to partake in her fantasy and build up the yearning inside of him. As she slipped out of her soft, black skirt he saw that she was naked except for her black stockings and his eyes were immediately drawn past the diamond stud adorning her belly button and down to the neatly trimmed bush of black pubic hair, erotically framed between her thighs. 

She was sure he was sporting an erection now, his right hand moving across his lap in an attempt to disguise it from her knowing gaze. She saw him swallowing hard as she took another step towards him, easing herself down onto his lap and tugging the top of his costume upwards over his head as his hands moved to help her. She could feel his growing bulge against her naked bottom and gave a sensual wriggle against him, being rewarded with a low, throaty moan from the Superhero. 

She could have grabbed his erection there and then but wanted him closer to the edge before that. It was essential that she should stay in control and to make him so aroused that he had no option other than to allow her to slide him inside her. He reached out and began to caress her erect nipples but she took his strong hands in hers and carefully guided them back onto the chair.

"Now, now," she softly whispered. "For once, I want you to do as you are told..."

His aroused eyes stared into hers as she pushed his smooth, hard, upper body backwards in the chair. This was so important for her. She was so sexually frustrated and tonight was going to be the night. She wanted him to plead for her to fuck him, and she was going to pleasure him until he needed to cum, and then take him over the edge. 

She wriggled again on his lap and then moved around so that her body straddled his hard, muscled, thighs. She knew that this was going to be worth waiting all this time for. Her hands slid across his tight stomach, eliciting a sharp intake of breath as she moved closer to the outline of his hardened shaft beneath his pants. Her deep, violet eyes held his as she caressed her full, rounded breasts again, shaking her head as he attempted to slide his eager hands onto her beautifully honey-tanned body.

Her eyes narrowed further as she dropped her hands to his pants, sliding her body backwards so that she was kneeling on the floor as she pulled open the zip on the bottom half of his costume. She felt him raise his bottom as she tugged it down and off, patiently disentangling them when they caught on his foot. She could see his chest heaving with arousal, keeping in time with his ragged breathing, his hardened penis standing proudly in front of her sultry violet eyes. 

She licked her lips as she touched him, her narrowed eyes feasting on the thickness and the large, bulbous head. She smiled at him as she moved her hand down toward the root of the shaft, meeting the black hair that sprung from his thighs, before venturing upwards again. 

The bulbous head seemed to be even bigger now and she could see white liquid gathering at the top, preparing to coat his way inside of her hungry body. She licked her lips again before moving her tongue over the head, delighted to hear his gasp of pleasure and feel the shaft harden further in her working hand. She felt it make a jerking motion towards her and took that as her cue to open her mouth and envelop him with her warm lips.

"Oh, Louisa," his hoarse voice said. "That is so good!"

Her aroused eyes looked up into his and she made sure that she had his full attention before allowing him to watch her swallow as much of the thick ramrod stiff hardness that she could take. She heard him gasp in pleasure as she closed her full lips tightly around his pulsating flesh, her eager tongue doing its work, building up and then slowing the pace as she expertly brought him to the boil.

She felt him snake a strong hand down onto her moving head, his fingers entwining themselves in the perfectly groomed, short black hair. That was a good sign, she thought as he renewed her efforts, he had never done that before. She pulled back on the wonderful shaft until just the tip remained in her mouth and then greedily swallowed down on the length again and with each movement she could feel him getting close. Easy does it she thought, tantalisingly pulling her mouth away again. 

As she felt him relax, she began to take as much of his steely invader as she could inside of her mouth again, stroking his warm hardness with her tongue until she heard him groan, a signal for her to pull away again. As she felt his grip on her silken hair soften, she enveloped him in her mouth again, tightening her full lips around his heavy, contoured shaft and being rewarded by the continuing sound of his soft moans. 

She felt elated at having this much power over the Superhero. A man that had saved the world so many times was now hers to control, a slave to her full lips and tongue. She moved even closer and held on to his muscular thighs as she increased the pressure around his thrusting manhood, her cheek muscles aching at the thickness of him but her mind fully focused on what she was doing and her ultimate goal. It was time now. At long last she was going to fuck him.

Raising herself from her sore knees, she flung one long, shapely leg across his lap, followed by the other. She could not believe this was going to happen and gleefully lowered herself towards his rock hard penis, the cushions on the chair sinking under both their weights. Wonderman knew he was close and was fully aware of the consequences if he allowed this wonderful, seductive woman to take him inside. He knew he could not allow that to happen and yet he wanted it more than anything.

He had not yet proposed to Louisa as if the world discovered she was his wife, it would leave her open to danger from every criminal known to man. But he wanted sex with this marvellous, wanton woman as much as she did. He would need to talk to her about marriage at their next opportunity. This situation could not continue.

As he felt her hand dropp to his thick, erect shaft and steer him closer to her objective, he knew he had to act. Thrusting both hands underneath her rounded buttocks, he lifted her upwards at the same time as he slid further down into the cushions, bringing his face level with the neatly trimmed bush of black pubic hair. She attempted to follow him, not willing to let go of her prize, but he was too strong.

He knew what Louisa wanted and hoped that she would settle for the next best thing. Holding her wriggling hips tightly against him and ignoring the strong fingers that gripped his hair in a vain attempt to pull him away, he stiffened his tongue and eased it against her pink labia, gently lapping against the body that still strove to break free. Louisa was determined not to give in, but it seemed her undulating motions had the opposite effective to what she desired.

She felt bolts of electricity run through her as the Superhero’s hard tongue continued to pleasure her, eliciting an unwanted long moan of delight from her gasping lips. He pressed her thighs downwards, forcing her hard against his mouth whilst his working tongue snaked as deep as it could. As he heard another moan, he eased himself slightly to allow his mouth take hold of her hardening clitoris, alternating between flicking and sucking the hard little nub as she could not help but undulate her aroused sex against his face. 

He realised with some relief that she was now allowing his mouth and tongue to expertly pleasure her, and he heard the satisfying sound of her breathing growing heavy with her building excitement. Her curvy hips began to move in faster, rhythmic motions and he knew that in her aroused state it would only take a few seconds for her to climax. 

He allowed his tongue to increase the tempo until he felt her drive her buttocks off the chair, violently bucking against his mouth as she orgasmed, her throes of passion nearly forcing her off the chair and onto the floor as her peaks followed on top of each other.

It took a while for her tremors to subside and when they did, he gently lowered her down onto his lap, his strong hands starting to cuddle her into his body. But she was in no mood for such affection and immediately wrenched herself away, standing up and staring down at his still rampant erection.

"Well now," she snorted. "In terms of orgasms, that makes Louisa one, and the Superhero nil. Yet again! You might know what the fuck’s going on, but I sure don’t!"

She turned on her heels and headed for the bathroom and just as Wonderman began to call her back to attempt some sort of explanation, she swung round towards him, her deep, violet eyes ablaze with anger.

"No! Don’t you dare speak!" she shouted. "And when I come out of this bathroom, you had better be gone! And don’t ring, I’ll speak to you when I’m ready to..."

Wonderman watched her naked back as she stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. The one thing he had learned about Louisa Layne was that on the rare occasions she lost her temper, it was better to stay out of her way. He collected his clothes and decided that he had better explain a few things to Louisa tomorrow.

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Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 03



Continuing the theme of trying something new, this is a completely different idea and approach to that of 'Vegas', but one that has fascinated me for some time. And in writing this, I have taken on board feedback on my first posting, which suggested a tinge of disappointment with the balance between poker and erotica... there is none of the former and the focus in this storyline is most definitely the latter.

And as always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.

DAY THREE: THE MISSION CONTINUES

BlackCat Girl was in the kitchen at her Washington D.C. base. She had taken the girl back with her to the League of Liberty and Justice Headquarters and allowed her to occupy one of the guest rooms. She had a lot of questions to ask but realised that right there and then the distressed, exhausted young woman had needed compassion, not the third degree. 

Above all, BlackCat Girl could not understand why Raven, or a Raven-lookalike, had kidnapped the young woman and coerced her into taking part in such a lewd display. Was it Raven, she wondered? The young woman might confirm that it was but it still made no sense.

It was the strangest situation she had ever faced and she was determined to get to the root cause before bringing it to the attention of her fellow Superheroes. Not only did she want to prove her capabilities by solving this by herself, she did not want anyone to find out that she had sat and watched the lewd display before leaping to the rescue. And it seemed it was that delay that had allowed Raven, or her lookalike, to escape.

She knew that by finding out the whole story, she might gain some sort of an insight into the situation and therefore she had not said much about the girl's ordeal to anyone. She felt ashamed of herself for allowing the young woman to be ravished like that by the Raven-lookalike whilst she watched, and even more so that she had made herself cum as the same time that the girl had reached her orgasm. 

That was so disgusting, and yet at the same time it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened in BlackCat Girl's young life. She even felt horny right now as she sipped some orange juice from the tall, slim tumbler, just thinking about it.

When she had brought the young woman back to Headquarters, she had ran a bath and allowed the girl to soak herself for a long time. When she eventually emerged in just a short, white, towel, ready for bed, BlackCat Girl had helped her along the corridor towards her bedroom. At the door, the girl had slipped off the towel, brazenly revealing her stunning young body to BlackCat Girl, before putting both hands around the young Superheroine's neck and thanking her before softly kissing her cheek.

When BlackCat Girl had returned to her own room, she had felt stimulated, a deep arousal spreading through her slender, curvaceous body. She knew that after her intensely erotic voyeuristic experience, the effect of seeing the girl naked, so close, and feeling her soft flesh press into her as she thanked her, had brought out an intense sexual feeling inside her. And even the fact that this was another woman had not prevented her from allowing her hand to pleasure herself to sleep.

It was when she was making coffee that she heard the door open behind her.

"Hello."

BlackCat Girl jerked her head in the direction of the door and saw the diminutive, dark haired girl standing there, her deep, soulful black eyes trained on her.

"Hello," she responded, attempting to shake the unnatural erotic thoughts out of her head but feeling an instant arousal as she looked at the girl.

"I'm Melissa," she said, walking over to BlackCat Girl.

She again threw her hands around the young Superhero and kissed her on the cheek. BlackCat Girl immediately experienced the same sensations that had overtaken her last night begin to course through her vibrant body and she was fully aware of the growing wetness between her thighs.

"I wanted to thank you again," the girl said, moving back a few feet.

"That's... er, that's fine," stammered the confused young crime fighter. What on earth was happening to her?

She felt another flush hit her as she took in the young woman's appearance. She had asked Holly to find some clothes for her, but was not expecting such a short skirt, nor the plain white t-shirt that clearly displayed that she wore no brassiere underneath, her erect cherry-coloured nipples thrusting against the material. As the young Superheroine's blue eyes travelled back up to meet the young woman's gaze, they both smiled.

"Well, Melissa," started BlackCat Girl, attempting to recover her composure. "You must be hungry? Why don't you have some breakfast first?"

"First?" enquired the petite girl, raising a dark, inquisitive eyebrow.

BlackCat Girl laughed nervously. "Well, we have a few questions to ask about yesterday before we let you go," she muttered.

"We?" asked the girl, raising the same eyebrow again.

"Well... er, me, I suppose," BlackCat Girl responded. "Although Holly will be in the other room, recording the conversation."

"Holly?" came the soft response. "Oh yes, she lent me these clothes." Almost absent mindedly it seemed, she took a step closer to the young Superheroine. "Perhaps some toast?"



Louisa Layne was not in much of a better mood when she reported for work the next morning. Her sexual frustrations remained and she was determined not to contact Wonderman until she had cooled down. And then, and only then, she would ensure some plain talking. The two of them needed to clear the air otherwise her growing sexual frustration would tip her over the edge. She knew there had to be more to this than met the eye and she was determined to discover exactly what that was.

"Louisa!"

The voice belonged to Jerry, her boss. She swung her shapely legs around on the desk to see her editor of ten years waving her into his office. During her time at the Daily News, she had grown into the most famous investigative journalist in the paper's history and he usually grabbed her first when he had something interesting to discuss. 

She eased herself down from the desk, smoothed her tight, black skirt and quickly headed over to his office at the far end of the busy room. He closed the door behind her.

"Louisa," he repeated, thrusting a sheet of paper under her nose. It contained an address. "We got a tip off on who is behind the vice and drugs in the City."

Her adorable nose wrinkled as she looked at the piece of paper and looked back at Jerry. She raised a dark eyebrow, a disbelieving look on her face.

"A tip-off? Who from?"

He shook his head. "You know the score, Louisa. These things don't appear with signatures. It's anonymous."

"Jerry, we've been trying to get an insight on this for three years now," she responded, shaking her head. "Why now?"

His old, wrinkled face stared at her. He ran a hand over his thick, greying hair and took a long drink from the mug beside him. He pulled a face.

"The coffee's cold," he explained.

Louisa shook her head again in exasperation. She still had her frustrations with Wonderman on her mind and whereas normally she would take the lead having been given such news, right now she was feeling nothing but frustration.

"You get out of the wrong side of bed this morning?" he enquired, his grey eyes peering at her over the top of his small, gold rimmed glasses in that school teacher style of his.

Her dark, angry, eyes flashed at him in response.

"Louisa," he said patiently. "This could be our breakthrough!"

She dropped into the wooden chair beside his large and cluttered desk, crossing her shapely legs and smoothing her skirt.

"Okay, Jerry," she conceded. "But how do we verify the information?"

He took another swig of the cold coffee from the chipped, discoloured mug, and then walked across to the office door. He stared out of the small glass window, his all-seeing eyes sweeping across the room beyond.

"This could be dangerous, Louisa," he said, hesitating. "I was thinking that perhaps you could ask Wonderman to investigate?"

"What?" she almost screamed, jumping up from the chair, sending it thumping into the side of the desk. "Are you kidding me? Give away the best opportunity for a scoop that we've had these last few years? No way!"

He smiled to himself. He knew that the very suggestion of passing on their lead would provoke such a reaction.

She grabbed the piece of paper from him and headed towards the office door. She wrenched it open and turned back to him, her eyes blazing.

"Jerry. We don't need Wonderman. I'll check this one out!"

With that, she turned on her high heels and was gone.

It took her the entire morning to successfully research the address and eventually traced a so-called modelling company which certainly sounded like it could be a front for an illegal operation. But try as she might, she could not gain any further information and after a further, wasted, two hours at the computer, she decided to take matters into her own hands. 

She called the number, explained that she was an aspiring model and after providing ten minutes worth of made-up information, she had her appointment for later that afternoon.



Amazonian Woman was feeling confused, for a number of reasons. To begin with, there was no doubt that everything Venus Flytrap had said to her was true. The truth-band guaranteed that much. And that being the case, perhaps the woman was misunderstood? If her life was dedicated to plants, and if she truly had been defending herself against the gang, then perhaps she could reform from her criminal ways and devote her time to cultivating some botanic island far away?

Then there was her secret. What was the information that the light skinned woman wanted to tell her? Something that she needed to know, something that would alter the shape of the world, she had said. The truth-band had confirmed the accuracy of that statement and therefore it was vital that Amazonian Woman was able to coax this from the green fugitive. She needed to gain Venus Flytrap's trust, and whilst she equally needed to remain fully aware that she might be being led into a trap, the news was potentially too important not to see this through to its conclusion.

As for the kiss, on returning to the League of Liberty and Justice Headquarters, Amazonian Woman had run all the tests she needed to assure herself that she had not been poisoned. Nor had she come into contact with any sort of poisonous substance. Then why the kiss? Was it a test? To see what Amazonian Woman's reaction was? That made no sense. There had to be more to it, but what? 

And strangely enough, the soft kiss had not been unpleasant. In fact, Amazonian Woman had felt extremely aroused since their meeting, for the first time in quite a while. She shivered at the thought. It was at times like this that she needed a man, but she knew that was impossible! 

And then there was the gift. A plant. She presumed that Venus Flytrap had purchased it from the Botanic Garden as the salesgirl had handed it to her. But why give her a present? Particularly such an unusual one? She had unwrapped it on her return to her room at their Washington D.C. Headquarters and despite checking various catalogues on her computer, she had been unable to establish exactly what it was, or which variety it came from. 

Indeed, she was unable to trace anything quite like it.

It had a green coloured large bulb, with a thick, long, green shaft around ten inches in height and three inches in circumference. Its bulbous head was unusual and in her state of arousal, Amazonian Woman found herself thinking that it resembled a large penis. Well, if she could not find a man, she laughingly thought, before too long the plant might come in very useful.



"Are you okay?" BlackCat Girl asked Melissa.

"Yes," the petite young woman confidently answered, a smile playing around the edges of her full lips. "But it's a bit formal, don't you think?"

"Yes, I'm sorry about that," the young crime fighter apologised. "We use this room to interview anyone who enters the Headquarters. Protocol, you know? It's extremely unusual for us to bring anyone back here." 

"Then why did you?" Melissa quietly asked.

"Why?" responded BlackCat Girl, slightly taken aback at the direct nature of the response.

"Yes. If it's so unusual, why did you bring me here?"

BlackCat Girl hesitated before answering. "Well... first, you were clearly in a distressed state after your ordeal."

"What do you know about my ordeal?" the self-assured young woman asked.

BlackCat Girl gave a nervous laugh. More than you know, she thought.

"Well that's partly what we are here to find out," she responded.

"Partly?" asked the young woman.

"Yes, partly," the crime fighter responded. "We also need to understand more about who you were with. Was it Raven?"

"Raven?" came the response.

This young woman may be attractive, thought BlackCat Girl, but she also had the ability to irritate with all these questions. Her confident demeanour belied the experience she had just gone through and for a moment it was the young Superheroine who felt on the back foot.

"Yes, Raven," she replied, her voice having a sharp edge to it this time. "If it was, we need to understand her motives!"

"But even if I knew who Raven is, how do you know who else was there?" came the calculated response.

BlackCat Girl hesitated. Damn. Had she given too much away?

"Someone was, of course" continued the elusive young woman. "But not when you arrived. So how did you see someone? How could you identify anyone?"

BlackCat Girl hesitated. Holly was listening to and recording this conversation. She had to be careful with her reply. She decided to speak confidently so as to allay any suspicions.

"Because I saw her through the skylight," she firmly stated. "Just before I broke in and rescued you."

"Just before?" Melissa quietly asked.

Damn, thought BlackCat Girl. Surely this young woman hadn't known that she had been watching? That wasn't possible, was it? She'd been in the throes of....

"It seemed to be quite a while after the woman – Raven you say? – left before you arrived," she gently explained, deliberately staring into the young Superheroine's blue eyes as she spoke.

BlackCat Girl paused again. This was heading in an uncomfortable direction.

"Or perhaps it just seemed that way," she heard the young woman say, providing her with a lifeline. "It was quite an ordeal, and I was quite confused. You'll have to be patient, but I'll tell you everything I know."

BlackCat Girl allowed herself a small sigh of relief as she looked at the young woman sitting at the opposite side of the small interview desk. She sat confidently, amazingly so for someone who had just experienced what she had. And she had sufficient about her to make the young Superheroine feel uncomfortable, whereas in reality it should have been the opposite way around. This did not add up at all. 

Since breakfast, Melissa had pulled her long black hair back into a sharp, pony tail, and she sat without any makeup. Despite this, she could not disguise her natural beauty and BlackCat Girl again felt a moistness between her legs as they gazed at one another across the table. She tried to keep her expression impassive but her heart was beating fast under this nubile young woman's disconcerting gaze. 

"Okay, Melissa, let's start. Tell me what happened," she asked, feeling a dryness in her voice.

"I don't know much," shrugged the young woman. "One minute I was out for a walk by myself, and then I was stopped by a woman."

"Where?" asked BlackCat Girl.

"Central Park. I had just entered Central Park. There were a few people around, but when I walked around a corner, there she was."

"Did anyone else see her," BlackCat Girl asked.

"I've no idea," answered the petite beauty. "I was walking along a path away from people, but whether there was anyone else there as I turned the corner... I really don't know."

"What happened next?"

"I don't remember."

BlackCat Girl's blue eyes widened. "You don't remember?"

Melissa shrugged. "I have no real recollection. I think I felt something on the side of my neck, and then I felt woozy. The next thing I knew, I was naked, and tied down spread-eagled on a bed in a room I didn't recognise."

BlackCat Girl felt herself blush again as the images of what she had witnessed returned. The arousal, which had gently subsided at that point, reappeared with a vengeance. A question from the girl roused her from her thoughts.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

BlackCat Girl's head shot up. "What do you mean?"

Melissa shrugged but her soulful, black eyes stayed trained on the crime fighter.

"I dunno. It's just that you seemed to be thinking about something and your eyes began to sparkle. It must have been good, whatever it was?"

Damn this girl, thought BlackCat Girl, shifting uneasily in her seat. Did she have some sort of sixth sense? She saw the girl's eyes drop to her breasts and knew why. She could feel her nipples thrusting through her brassiere and pushing against the fabric. Damn, was her arousal that obvious? 

As she stared back, her own eyes dropped to Melissa's small perky bosom, the cherry-tipped breasts pushing against the soft fabric of the plain white t-shirt. Damn Holly, she thought. She should have dressed the girl in something more appropriate. Her eyes hardened just a little and then, after a long pause, she spoke.

"What happened next?" BlackCat Girl asked, her voice a little flustered.

"The same woman came in the room," Melissa responded.

"Raven?" BlackCat Girl asked.

"You keep asking about a Raven.... I don't know any Raven," she explained.

"Would you recognise a photograph?" the young Superheroine asked.

"Probably," Melissa replied.

Now we are getting somewhere, BlackCat Girl thought. She had better call the interview to a close and show this girl their photo gallery. As she began to stand up, Melissa's voice stopped her.

"What are you doing?"

BlackCat Girl's mouth felt dry. "What do you mean?"

"Don't you want to hear what happened next? I mean, you have no way of knowing, do you?"

BlackCat Girl slowly took her seat again. 

"Don't you want to know?" the infuriating young girl asked again.

BlackCat Girl's long sensual tongue involuntarily flicked across her dry lips. "Of course. But only if you are okay to explain everything?"

She realised that her voice was a little overeager as the mental images returned. Melissa seemed to pick up on the nuance.

"Do you want to hear everything? Would that help you?"

As she asked the question, she casually pulled down on her t-shirt to straighten it and as she did so, her stiffened cherry-colour nipples appeared as if they might burst through the thin fabric. For a moment, BlackCat Girl thought there was a contest between the two of them as she attempted to keep her eyes locked on the petite young woman's, but those tantalising nipples remained at the edge of her vision and they just seemed to continue to grow. 

Both women stared at one another and then BlackCat Girl took a long sip of the water in the tall glass on the table beside her. Her legs felt weak with excitement and her had pulse quickened just a little. 




Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 03



"The woman came and sat beside me on the bed," Melissa stated, her eyes remaining locked on the young Superheroine's.

The crime fighter wondered if it was getting hotter in the room but understood the real reason for her increase in temperature. 

"What did she say?" she asked, her voice a little stilted.

"Nothing," replied the petite young woman.

"Nothing?"

"Not a word."

BlackCat Girl knew that Melissa was staring her down but was determined not to look away.

"What did she do?" she asked.

Melissa raised a hand to her neck, resulting in her near naked left breast rising slightly in the t-shirt as her arm brushed against it. BlackCat Girl's eyes followed the movement and she felt as if her body was on fire.

Melissa smile to herself. With a kiss implanted last night and another this morning, she knew exactly how aroused her young interrogator must be. She wanted to turn the heat up a few notches.

"She kissed me!"

BlackCat Girl gulped and for a moment it seemed that the silence in room was deafening. The heat and wetness between her legs was intense and she edged them apart in an effort to find some immediate relief, although she knew she had a strong desire to touch herself right there and then.

"Kissed you?" BlackCat Girl repeated. "But..."

"But what?" Melissa replied. 

Her eyes were dancing and a smile spread across her full lips. She wanted to keep up the pressure.

"Are you thinking that the woman you think it is... Raven?... isn't a lesbian?" she asked the crime fighter.

BlackCat Girl took another long drink. That was exactly what she was thinking but then she had seen what happened with her own eyes. 

"You don't have to be, you know," murmured the young woman. "I'm not. I love being with a man... but then, I love being with a woman, too."

BlackCat Girl blinked. Her need to relieve herself was becoming acute.

"Then she kissed my neck. And then my breasts," Melissa continued, her hand running across her small, perky orbs through the t-shirt as if to emphasis the point.

BlackCat Girl was only half listening. The words resonated in her mind, but it was the images of what she had seen that were emblazoned in front of her eyes.

"I tried not to become aroused, but she was very skilled. Whilst her tongue was running around my nipples....."

She paused to look down, and BlackCat Girl's eyes followed her gaze and they could both see the erect little bullets straining against the t-shirt as Melissa's soft hand again ran over her jutting breast. Their eyes found each other's again. BlackCat Girl knew she should stop this but her mind was powerless.

"Whilst her tongue was running around my nipples," Melissa repeated, "Her fingers found their way down my body."

BlackCat Girl felt faint with excitement and watched as Melissa dropped both her hands beneath the table. She looked at those tanned arms, checking for signs of movement as the diminutive woman slouched a little lower on her seat. Her arm began to flex, barely noticeable, but just enough. BlackCat Girl knew she was touching herself and desperately wanted to do the same.

"I can't explain how good she made me feel," Melissa continued, her voice now a soft purr. 

Her hand movements were continuing now and she allowed herself a little sigh of pleasure, still staring at BlackCat Girl through her half hooded eyes.

"Can you imagine?" she softly asked.

BlackCat Girl did not have to imagine. She had seen everything last night and the image returned to her in full technicolour. She felt herself squirming in her seat, attempting to somehow release the tension but knowing that would be impossible until she made herself orgasm.

"And then," the petite raven haired woman continued, her voice soft and seductive, "And then she replaced her fingers with her lips. It was incredible, BlackCat Girl. She made me cum. She made me cum with her mouth and tongue."

For a few brief seconds the images of what she had seen were emblazoned on the young Superheroine's mind, except that this time it was her own lips that were on this girl, her fingers running through the black hair whilst her tongue did the pleasuring. In a herculean effort, she shifted in her seat and pulled herself together. Things had gotten out of control and she had to somehow reassert her authority.

"Well Melissa, thank you for being so candid." Her voice was faltering and she knew she had to get out of there. "I suggest we leave it there for now... "

But the diminutive woman was already standing up. She walked around to BlackCat Girl, and again kissed her on the cheek. That kiss should do it, she thought, her hands trembling in anticipation of the pleasures which would shortly come with this slender but curvaceous woman.

"Do you want me to look at some photographs right now?" Melissa asked.

BlackCat Girl shook her head. She needed instant relief. "Perhaps a little later... "

Melissa smiled sweetly. "Thank you for listening, BlackCat Girl," she softly said.



The taxi pulled up besides a large building on the industrial estate. Louisa got out and paid the driver, then suspiciously looked around to see if anything seemed out of place. All seemed normal, but nevertheless she felt a nervousness at being some distance away from any obvious contact. She told herself to grow up, she had not won the Pullizer Prize for being a wimp, that was for sure. 

She hurried around to the side of the building and walked up the stairs, entering a reasonable sized reception area. 

Lucas was waiting for her. His plan to plant some information for the Daily News was always likely to bring Wonderman's girlfriend there and he had been delighted when they had received her call earlier that day. Given that they had only set up the building a few days ago, no-one else knew of the business and therefore any call, looking for a modelling job, was likely to be someone from the paper. And that someone was always likely to be Louisa Layne.

"You must be Lulu. Thanks for coming," said Lucas, opening the door and shaking her little hand. "Come on in, make yourself comfortable." 

Louisa grimaced inwardly. Whatever had made her call herself Lulu, she wondered?

He took her over to a glamorous young brunette at the reception desk, wearing a scandalously short skirt and a low cut blouse that displayed some impressive cleavage. The woman had a trace of white powder at the base of her nose and Louisa silently gestured to the woman and pointed to her own nose. The brunette's eyes widened and she grabbed a small compact mirror on the desk, before wiping away the offending substance.

"Nancy will take you into the office," Lucas said. "Just excuse me for a moment."

The brunette smiled and walked Louisa into a big office, closing the door and immediately giving her a hug.

"Thanks, doll," she whispered. "That could have got me into big trouble."

She let her arms drop from Louisa, but planted a kiss on her cheek. Louisa took a step back from the over friendly woman, frowning slightly.

"Ah, don't mind me," the brunette said.

She smiled to herself as she stepped away. Part one of the mission accomplished. She had worked for Lucas for a lot of years now, and when he had given her some lip gloss and told her to kiss this woman on the cheek, she hadn't asked any questions.

"If the boss found out what I do in my free time, he'd fire me," she said by way of an explanation, motioning for Louisa to sit down in a light brown leather chair beside a large desk. 

"Doesn't he partake?" Louisa gently asked.

"No way," lied the woman. "But there are things I could tell you that you wouldn't believe."

"Like what?" Louisa asked, her heart racing but trying to act nonchalantly.

"Uh, uh! Just because you did me a favour.... " she responded with a laugh. "I don't know you well enough yet, but if you get the job, we'll have a girly talk. Goodness knows I could do with some female company around here!"

Part one of the mission accomplished! She had given Louisa a reason to go after the modelling job now, just as Lucas had planned. She gave Louisa a dazzling smile and the inquisitive reporter returned it freely, realising that for some reason her body was beginning to tingle. It was just then when the door opened.

"Okay, Nancy," Lucas said as he entered, his voice being a cue for her to leave.

She padded towards the door. " See you later, doll," she murmured as she left the room.

Lucas poured two coffees, setting one beside Louisa as he walked around and sat at the other side of the desk next.

"Well, Lulu," he said. "Let's see your portfolio." 

"I'm sorry, but I don't have one," Louisa said, cursing herself for not thinking of that. Thinking quickly, she added, "You didn't ask....."

"I didn't ask?" he sighed. "Of course I didn't ask. Any model worth her salt has a portfolio! What are you doing here?"

Louisa's eyes grew wide. This wasn't going according to plan at all. 

"I'm sorry, of course I have a portfolio. What I meant is that I don't have it here. It's... it's with my parents in, er... New York," she lied. 

"I'm sorry to hear that Lulu. I need to see your portfolio and that's all there is to it!" Lucas insisted, leaning back in his chair. "I'm afraid this interview is finished... Unless... " 

Louisa leaned forward, desperate to cling on to any opportunity.

"Unless what?" she asked. 

"Well, Lulu, I have to say that you have a certain look about you. I guess I could allow you to model some clothes for me now...." 

Louisa grabbed at the straw being offered to her. "Okay, Lucas." 

He hesitated, as if to give the impression that he was unsure. After a few moments during which the reporter held her breath, he nodded.

"Ok, I'll give you a shot," he said, ringing through on the intercom on his desk. "Nancy, would you find a couple of negligees for Lulu to wear." 

"Negligees....?" interrupted Louisa. 

He grunted and gave her an exasperated look. "Look, Lulu, I really don't have time for this. Why don't we just forget the idea...." 

"No," she almost shouted, and then calmed her voice. "No, Lucas. That's fine with me." 

After a few minutes Nancy returned to the room and led a nervous Louisa to a changing room. The dressing room contained a large full length mirror and Nancy handed her two transparent negligees, and two tiny thongs to wear beneath. 

"Nancy..." Louisa started to say, her alarmed eyes turning to the woman. 

"Look, doll," cut in the brunette. "You've got two options. Get out of here now and forget about a modelling career. Or do as you are asked without querying everything. You'll piss Lucas off, otherwise." 

Louisa looked at Nancy and again at the skimpy garments. Perhaps it was time to get out of there, she wondered. 

The brunette saw the reporter hesitate, as if considering her options, and decided to give her decision making process a slight push.

"You know, I've never known Lucas consider anyone who hasn't a portfolio, so he must rate you!" she encouraged. "Besides," she added with a broad smile. "I need a girlfriend to talk to."

With that, she gave Louisa another light kiss on the cheek and passed her a pair of high heels before leaving the room, as if the decision was made. And it was. The signs were too positive to forgo this opportunity, Louisa thought.

As the second kiss worked its way into her psyche, she felt the tingling in her body work itself up a couple of notches and thought it might be fun to try on the negligee. She was a sexy enough woman, after all, and God, she was starting to feel sexy too. Last night with Wonderman must have aroused her more than she had realised. 

She immediately undressed and could not help but admire her naked body in the full length mirror. Her erect, dark nipples were aching as a result of the strong arousal pervading her honey-tanned body. She ran her hands across her firm, rounded breasts, sending another tingle shooting through her and then shook her head. As she pulled on the lacy thong, sitting nicely below the diamond stud adorning her belly button, she thought she had better pull herself together. She slipped the see-through garment over her head and realised that it left nothing to the imagination.

She walked back out into the office, smiling nervously but excitedly at Lucas and Nancy. He asked her to parade around the room and despite her embarrassment, she did so. She realised that the fit accentuated her full breasts and that they would be able to see her ample globes through the material. But for some reason, that only encouraged her... she knew she looked good and that the high heels added to the effect. 

She felt sexy and was determined to act sexy. Besides, that would give her the best chance of convincing Lucas.

"Very good Lulu," Lucas enthused. "Now go try on the other, please." 

She hesitated, but when Nancy nodded at her, she returned to the dressing room and pulled off the first outfit, running her hands over her aching breasts as she dropped it to the floor. Goodness, she felt horny. She stepped into the second thong, a small black item, and looked at herself in the mirror. The reflection showed that little was left to the imagination, it barely covered her mons venus. But rather than embarrassing her, it somehow aroused her even more. 

When she slipped the lacy negligee over her head, she could see in the mirror that her hard, dark nipples were clearly on display and she arched her back so that her jutting breasts stood out to greater effect. That should be sufficient to impress Lucas, she thought with a wicked smile to herself. If only Wonderman could see her now, she wondered how easy it would be for him to resist.

Lucas and Nancy watched Louisa on the computer beside his desk. 

"She's hot," said Nancy.

"She sure is," he replied, licking his lips.

This was Louisa Layne, Wonderman's girlfriend and he had watched her change each time, marvelling at her trim but curvy figure. If he played this carefully, she would not be able to resist the effect of the aphrodisiac implanted through Nancy's two kisses and soon he would be enjoying that body. He felt his penis began to lengthen in his pants as he savoured the prospect.

The reporter felt as sexually alive as she ever had as she repeated her parade around the room, rolling her magnificently rounded buttocks as she walked. She could see both Lucas and Nancy's eyes on her body as she strutted across the room and that turned her on even more. Wonderman, you don't know what you are missing, she thought to herself. 

"Okay, Lulu," Lucas said, his breathing a little faster as his wide eyes fixed on those fabulous breasts. "Ring me tomorrow morning and we can immediately set up a session in the afternoon. You are just what I need for some lingerie work, honey."  

Lingerie work, thought Louisa? That was a no-no. But if she could get some time with Nancy, her instincts told her she could prise some information that would help her begin to crack this case. 

She was naked in the dressing room when Nancy opened the door and slipped in. "My, but you are hot, girl," she said.

Louisa smiled and reddened, partly in embarrassment but equally pleased with the compliment. She slowly slipped into her underwear, wickedly taking her time knowing that the brunette was watching every move. She knew that now was the time to strike.

"Nancy, that chat of ours..."

"I know, doll," said Nancy. "Lucas needs me now, but we'll get together when you return."

She kissed Louisa on the cheek before leaving, and this time noticed that the reporter leant in to her as she did so. This woman will be ripe for picking soon, Nancy thought.



Amazonian Woman had fallen asleep that afternoon, a hang-over from her recent exertions in the Far East, she thought. As she pulled herself out of her slumber, she realised that she had been dreaming, and an erotic dream at that. Venus Flytrap had featured, as had that plant, and somehow Wonderman was in there too! And the after affects of the dream were that the feelings of arousal she had been subject to earlier had significantly increased in intensity. 

She opened the refrigerator for one of her health drinks and then walked over to the area where she had placed the plant, on the floor in front of the not inconsiderable window overlooking the large grounds. The sun's rays burst through the pane of glass and bounced off the long shaft, its surface almost glistening with some kind of coating that she was certain had not been there before.

This was so strange, she thought, leaning down and running the tip of a fingertip across the moistness. She raised her finger to her nose to smell the indiscernible substance, but with even her extraordinary senses she was unable to detect any odour. She licked a tiny amount from her finger and furrowed her brow in surprise as the taste reminded her of Venus Flytrap's lip gloss that she had only just analysed for any poisonous content.

God, she felt horny, she thought, sitting on her haunches and rubbing her hand up and down the oiled shaft in an unconscious motion. Her thoughts wandered back to Venus Flytrap as she continued to stroke the long stem and then she pulled her hand away with a start when she realised her inadvertent motions were akin to masturbating a phallus. 

But even as her aroused mind cottoned onto that thought, she allowed her hand to slowly make its way back onto the oily stem and resumed its caressing movements, long, sweeping strokes from top to bottom. She could not help herself and realised her arousal was increasing as her mind played her fantasies out. 

She imagined this as Wonderman's penis, large, erect and iron-hard. Her mind fantasised that Venus Flytrap was urging her on and that Wonderman was vainly attempting to resist her ministrations. Her eyes were closed as she sank onto her knees and envisaged his hard, naked body, desperately attempting to resist her ministrations and pleading that he loved Louisa.

As the fantasy took hold, a second hand joined the first and she increased the tempo of her movements, her tongue running across her glossy, red lips as she savoured the sensation. She could feel the wetness between her legs as her arousal increased further, an orgasm somehow slowly beginning to build inside her super-body. For some reason she felt the need to bring Wonderman to his orgasm before she reached her own climax, but her aroused body was close now.

Venus Flytrap would know what she should do, and opening her lust filled blue-black eyes, she leaned forward and lowered her red, glossy lips to the bulbous end of Wonderman's eagerly waiting manhood. As she worked her mouth on it, on him, she found herself becoming more and more aroused and squeezed her legs together, hoping to put a tight clamp on the incredible tingling feelings inside her sex, but to no avail. 

She found herself becoming even further aroused by the idea of giving this Superhero a blowjob here in her own room and she began to suck harder now, her succulent lips disappearing up and down the green, oiled shaft. The bulbous head stretched her cheeks as she began to grow hotter at the very thought of being the aggressor, of controlling Wonderman and of him allowing her mouth to have its way with his rigid weapon.

That final thought was sufficient to bring relief to her sexually charged body, her hard, brown, nipples pressing against the fabric of her costume as she felt her body begin to pulse. Electrical currents overtook every part of her and she allowed her body to ride the emotional peaks of her orgasm began to subside. Weak kneed, she pulled her mouth from the plant and collapsed onto the floor beside her, her super-body still shuddering from the sensations coursing through it. 




Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 03



It was a good few minutes before she fully recovered, aware that whatever it was that had happened, she wanted to experience that delicious sensation again. 



BlackCat Girl had headed straight for the recording room after interviewing Melissa, anxious to ensure that Holly had not drawn any conclusions as to the delay in her rescuing the diminutive woman from her abductor's clutches. What she saw shocked her. Holly had her blouse undone and from the guilty, flushed look on her face, had clearly been providing herself with some relief. 

Only then did it occur to BlackCat Girl that Holly, too, had been affected by Melissa's performance and as the young assistant turned away from her in embarrassment, BlackCat Girl left her alone and headed for her room. The fact that Holly had become so turned on only fanned the flames of her own arousal even further and as she pushed her room door open, there was only one thing on her mind. She needed relief and she needed it urgently.

She pulled off her BlackCat Girl outfit, leaving herself in matching black bra and panties. Kicking the costume across the floor, she almost threw herself down on the bed, urgently easing her hand down into her panties. Her body was on fire and the immediate sexual charge of her hand stroking her already erect clitoris was almost overwhelming. She closed her eyes, imaging Melissa... imaging Raven... and knew that it would not take her long to find the relief she so badly needed.

That was when she heard her room door open and her wide eyes burst open at the shame of being caught by one of her fellow partners against crime. They widened further when they saw who it was.

"BlackCat Girl," said Melissa. "You got me so aroused in there, making me retell what happened, especially as I know you were watching through the skylight for so long and allowed it happen to me."

The young Superheroine struggled up into a sitting position, pulling her hand away, but before she could react further the petite young woman had closed the distance between them and sat beside her.

"Please don't worry," her calming voice whispered. "I have a confession. It was such a turn on knowing that you were watching me. I have no idea what this woman wanted, but I do know that seeing that you were watching us made the experience bearable."

BlackCat Girl's mouth fell open. Her arousal levels increased as Melissa spoke, compounded by the way her slim hand soothingly stroked along BlackCat Girl's smooth thigh, causing pins and needles of desire to erupt inside her.

"And the thing is, BlackCat Girl," Melissa continued, her comforting dark eyes burrowing into the young Superheroine's erotic soul, "As you asked me to relive the experience for your records, this time it was you I imagined doing those things to me, not the other woman, whoever she was."

"Melissa..." the young BlackCat Girl began, her voice caught in her throat.

"Ssssh," the petite seductress soothingly whispered. "I know what you want, what you need. I need it too..." 

She eased her svelte figure up the bed, her perky breasts brushing against BlackCat Girl's arm as she leant over her. Her breath was warm and soft as she pulled the crime fighters head to hers for a long lingering kiss, knowing that the more kisses she left on this vulnerable young Super-heroine, the more aroused she would become.

She ran her ruby lips along the slim neck until she whispered into her wet ear. "Just relax and enjoy it, BlackCat Girl." 

But relaxation was the last thing on BlackCat Girl's mind. She knew that she could not allow herself to cum, at least, not until this girl had left her room. Then, her own fingers would provide release. But in the meantime, she would make sure she enjoyed this tantalising creature's touch to the full. She had never before been with a woman, but the provocative images in her mind were burned into her soul.

Melissa's full, ruby lips and tongue were now teasing the soft skin around her neck, creating a direct link between her brain and the sweet wetness between her legs. Whilst her mouth was at work, so were Melissa's hands, and her nimble fingers had reached down between BlackCat Girl's deliciously jutting breasts, deftly grasping the hook at the front of the brassiere that held her firm orbs in place. With a soft snap, she had opened the hook and the garment had parted. 

She moved her soft hand to BlackCat Girl's right breast and pushed the brassiere aside, cupping the mound in her hand as her delicate thumb stroked her erect brown nipple. She heard the young Supeheroine sigh as she teased the hardening nub, the dark areola growing to diamond-like hardness beneath her exquisite touch. The sighs turned to a moan as her other hand slid to the left breast and pushed the brassiere away, allowing it to fall from athletic body.

BlackCat Girl's eyes were closed now as she gave in to the pulsating sensations rippling through her curvaceous body. As soon as Melissa got anywhere near her sex she realised she would have to push her away because she knew she would be in danger of an immediate orgasm. In fact, the touch of those delicious ruby lips snaking their way down from her neck, across her chest to the edge of her deliciously jutting breasts were already beginning to evoke out of control feelings.

She felt herself run a hand across Melissa's head, her urgent fingers entwining themselves in the dishevelled black tresses. Melissa had continued with her ministrations on BlackCat Girl's full right breast, her thumb and forefinger squeezing around her hard nipple. 

This was getting to be too much, BlackCat Girl knew, as she felt the hot breath close to her sensitive left orb. She needed to put a stop to this before it was too late and her grip tightened on the black hair, ready to pull the young woman away, when she felt a hard pink tongue snake out and flick the brown nipple, before sucking it into the quite delicious hot mouth. That was it for BlackCat Girl, she knew it was now far too late. 

As Melissa felt the young Superheroine's body begin to tremble, she rolled the nipple around under her tongue, and then sucked the erect bud and part of the jutting breast into her mouth. After a couple of seconds of silent sucking, she heard BlackCat Girl scream out loudly as her body bucked violently, her orgasm arriving and electrifying her entire being. 

Oh God, this was so wrong, thought BlackCat Girl, and yet so fucking good at the same time. She knew she should not have allowed anyone to bring her to orgasm but then she had never come up against a woman like this before. 

As the orgasm began to subside, her head screamed at her to get off the bed and call an end to the session but her body remained on fire and would not be denied. She realised that the suckling, ruby lips that had been working on her breast had now descended and were leaving small, wet, trails around her belly button. This was so wrong and yet so unbelievably good. Her mind knew she had to stop this but her body would not be deprived of the pleasuring it craved.

Melissa eased BlackCat Girl's shapely legs apart and heard the young Superheroine whimper with delight in anticipation of what was to come. As her hard tongue traced its way along her inner thighs, the young crime fighter had abandoned any common sense and spread her legs wider, her second orgasm building as her body pulsated against her seductress's hot mouth. 

Feeling the trembling begin again beneath her, Melissa lightly slid her tongue along the very edge of BlackCat Girl's vulva and heard the young woman emit a throaty growl. Her shapely, glistening thighs gripped Melissa's head she exploded against her tongue, her body stiffening before straightening up, thrusting her bottom off the bed and against the sweet mouth as she screamed again. 

BlackCat Girl's hands gripped Melissa's hair as she came, encouraging the diminutive girl to redouble her efforts despite the crime fighter's second orgasm in minutes. Her probing tongue slid into the soft cavern even as BlackCat Girl's spasms continued, licking its way even deeper into the still ravenous body. 

The continual growling from the woman beneath her only served to drive on Melissa and as the fingers tightened in her long, lustrous black hair, she momentarily moved her mouth away to allow her to deftly grip each of the crime fighter's long legs. With practiced ease, she lifted them up and over her shoulders, before lowering her predatory mouth again and beginning to slide her hard, probing tongue between the writhing, velvet thighs. 

Adjusting her movements to the sounds of the undulating woman, Melissa's pink tongue sought out the pleasure spots that brought the loudest moans. BlackCat Girl's thighs were locked tightly around her head as the seductress again skilfully took her towards her destination, licking around the tiny pink clitoris before sucking the hard little nub inside her eager mouth. 

BlackCat Girl's love juices were flowing freely now and she humped herself against the wonderful face as Melissa's lashed her talented tongue across that quivering bud. The young Superheroine could not help herself, the sharp stabs of pleasure swiftly becoming too much, her tell tale groans exploding into the air just as her third orgasm overwhelmed her. 

Her body jerked in what seemed to be continuing orgasmic bliss and this time she wrapped both feet around the petite woman's back, holding her in position against her thrusting hips until finally the incredible sensations began to subside. 

"Such a good girl," murmured Melissa, sliding up BlackCat Girl's body. 

She took the still trembling young crime fighter her in her arms and slowly kissed around her neck, knowing the impact those kisses would have.

"And don't worry, baby. We can do this for as long as I'm here."

*

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Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 04



Continuing the theme of trying something new, this is a completely different idea and approach to that of 'Vegas', but one that has fascinated me for some time. And in writing this, I have taken on board feedback on my first posting, which suggested a tinge of disappointment with the balance between poker and erotica... there is none of the former and the focus in this storyline is most definitely the latter.

And as always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.

DAY FOUR: PLANS UNFOLD

Louisa Layne was an extremely frustrated woman... in more ways than one. She could not make up her mind whether her investigations yesterday were leading her anywhere. Certainly, Nancy had dangled the tantalising prospect that there was some interesting stuff to tell her, but even if that was the case, there was no certainty that it was linked to the large scale drugs problem in the City. And if the price of finding out was another parade in underwear, she might just give it a miss and tell Jerry he was mistaken.

But the more alarming thought was that she had returned from her audition with Lucas and Nancy with a desperate need for sex, so much so that no matter how annoyed she was with Wonderman, she was ready to kiss and make up. Such was her need for his touch, she would almost forget her desire for him to fuck her and settle for his mouth on her again, as long as he brought her to orgasm.

But Wonderman had not been around, he was on another mission and, in line with normal procedure, Holly could not disclose his whereabouts. What she had said, however, was that Louisa should not expect him back for a couple of days at the very least, perhaps a little longer. She had almost screamed down the telephone at the innocent young woman. She needed Wonderman and she needed him now!

Instead, she took herself to her room and provided herself with the relief she required, first with her hand and then, soon after, with her favourite vibrator. The first time, she was thinking of Wonderman being inside her, pleasuring her. God, she needed that infuriating boyfriend of hers. But the second time was different, her thoughts were back at the studio, recalling the soft kiss on her cheek, the thrill of displaying herself in that negligee.

That was when she had first felt the intensity of arousal that had grown even further in the hours since then. Perhaps she had discovered a need to display her body to others she wondered, laughing out loud at the stupid thought. But whatever it was, there was no doubt she had become aroused by the process and as she drifted off to sleep last night, she had briefly wondered if she should follow through on that telephone call.

The remarkable thing was that this morning she felt horny again, even more so than the night before. What on earth was wrong with her, she wondered? Looking at the clock on the small table beside her bed, she understood she would be late for work, but realised she had no option other than to bring herself to orgasm again. She did, remarkably quickly, but immediately knew she had failed to quell her overwhelming need for sex.

She looked over at the telephone....



Phenomenon was tired. He smiled to himself... it seemed that even Superheroes became weary every so often. He felt like he needed an extended vacation, but Superheroes were not allowed vacations, he ruefully accepted. 

It was around lunchtime when Huntergirl returned to the League of Liberty and Justice building in Washington D.C. She was aware that, except for her target, the other Superheroes were all away and this was her opportunity to put in place her plan to work on Phenomenon. If everything worked out, this could be her final visit to the impressive Headquarters.

She found Phenomenon asleep on the large sofa when she entered the communal room, what they jokingly referred to as their war room. Only Superheroes were allowed in this room and therefore neither Holly, nor that sexy, young girl that BlackCat Girl had saved, would cause a problem. She had wondered how she could begin the engagement but this was perfect. Almost pre-ordained, she thought to herself, a sly smile spreading across her full, glossy lips. 

Pulling a short piece of wire from her belt, she wrapped it around his left hand and then repeated the exercise with his right. She worked quickly, but as stealthily as she could, being aware that all was lost should he awake before he was bound. Checking for any sign of movement, she moved to his strong muscular legs, being careful not to touch any part of him as she slid the wires around his ankles. 

The sofa was perfect for her plan, as each end was supported by a small, ornate, pole and her eyes were fixed on those as her movements went into overdrive. With a whirring flash of action, she had his hands fastened to the pole before he awoke, and one leg secured before he realised what was happening. 

The second leg was trickier as he kicked out at her, but she managed to pull the wire tight before he could do any harm and stood back admiring her handiwork. She was satisfied that he was securely constrained but had just sufficient slack to be comfortable.

"What on earth....?" he said, his eyes blazing at her through his mask.

"Now don't tell me you didn't know," Huntergirl whispered, raising her index finger to her mouth and sucking on it for a moment.

"Didn't know what?" he spat out in response.

Huntergirl smiled. "How much I've always wanted you..." she softly said.

"Wanted me?" came the hesitant reply.

"That's right," Huntergirl responded, still sucking the finger, but more blatantly this time.

She sat on the edge of the large sofa, her hips pressing against Phenomenon's side as she ran a soft hand across his muscled chest.

"You've always been a real turn-on for me, Phenomenon. Always been my fantasy man. And now I'm gonna make my dreams come true!"

"What do you mean?" he warily asked.

"Tut tut," she whispered, her voice close to his ear. "Such naivety, such innocence."

She heard his sharp intake of breath. It seemed the penny had finally dropped.

"That's right," she said. "We won't be disturbed this afternoon. And I'm going to make every erotic fantasy you've ever had come true."

She watched as he attempted to break his binds, knowing that the wire was too strong even for him.

"Don't do that, baby," she cooed. "You'll only cut your wrists."

He stopped struggling as the wire dug into his skin. 

"We can't," he gasped. "You know that, you know what it would mean to us..."

She ran a finger across his lips. "Only if we cum, Phenomenon. We can have as much fun as we like, providing we don't cum."

With that, she used a sharp, painted fingernail to tear a gap in the cheek of his mask. As she felt him resist, she shooed him.

"There, there, baby. I'm not gonna remove the mask. I just wanted to plant a little kiss there."

With that, she repeated the tear along the opposite cheek, and leant over him, her fabulous breasts brushing across his chest. She lowered her soft lips to the gap in his mask on his right cheek, and then his left, leaving soft kisses on both.

"That's a good boy," she said, standing up and moving away. She would just give it the little time it needed for the AG drug to do its work.



Nancy answered the telephone in the small office. Putting her left hand over the receiver, she coughed to grab Lucas's attention, and then nodded.

"Hello, Lulu," her bright voice responded. "It's so good to hear from you again. I was hoping that you would call this morning."

"Yes, I was going to, but got tied up," she lied. 

She had spent the entire morning in the office, trying to convince herself not to make the call, attempting to busy herself with other work. But the arousal circulating her body had eventually won out and here she was, calling to arrange to visit the studio again.

"I wondered if you wanted to grab that coffee," Louisa asked, wondering if she could meet with Nancy without going through any more modelling, though her aroused body was screaming at her that it wanted the opportunity to display itself again.

"Of course," Nancy answered. "We can get together immediately after your afternoon session." She paused, and then asked, "That is why you called, isn't it?"

"Oh yes," answered Wonderman's girlfriend, feeling her horny body beginning to betray itself again at the thought.

Nancy looked over at Lucas, who was listening on the other line. A soft smile spread across his thick lips and he nodded at his receptionist, indicating that she should continue talking.

"That's great, doll," the brunette responded. "Lucas has it set up so that you and I can model together. He thought it might put you at ease?"

"Oh..." said Louisa. 

That thought had not entered her head. The idea of modelling in lingerie with the attractive brunette sent another bolt of anticipation through her body.

"That sounds great, Nancy," she stuttered.

"Yes, well, you'll be the star, Lulu," the brunette coaxed, winking at Lucas. "You have such an amazing figure after all. I'll just add a little variety to a couple of the shots, that's all." 

"That... that'll be fine," blustered Louisa. "I have to say that I do feel rather nervous." 

"No need, you'll be wonderful," responded Nancy. "Lucas will be here in the next half an hour," she lied, "but I know he has to leave immediately after the shoot. Then we can sit down and have our girly chat." 

Louisa voice perked up. Now she was getting somewhere. 

"That sounds fantastic," she responded. "I'm so looking forward to that."

"Me, too, Lulu," the brunette replied. "Me too. Okay, it's after two now. Can you get here for four o'clock?"

"No problem," enthused Louisa.

"Good. See you then, doll."



 Half an hour had passed and not a word had been spoken between the two of them. Huntergirl had simply sat in the chair opposite the sofa, watching as every so often the Superhero attempted to free himself, the wires digging deeper into his wrists and ankles before he realised the futility of his efforts. Her own arousal increased as she observed his attempts, thinking that the bucking body would be undulating underneath her own before too long. 

She climbed up from her chair and walked the few yards to the sofa, sitting down on the edge beside him. She gently stoked her hand across his hard chest, digging her long, painted fingernails in and running them down to his hard stomach, and was rewarded by the sight of his rapidly growing erection beneath his costume-covered groin. She heard him give an almost imperceptible sigh and leant forward to press her soft lips to his cheek. One more kiss could not do any harm, she thought with a giggle to herself. 

Running her hand back up his torso to his neck, she dug a sharp, red nail into the material of his costume and sliced it open, running her fingernail all the way down to his stomach. She heard him emit a slightly louder gasp this time, and she ripped the uniform open, exposing the broad expanse of his quite hairy chest to her gleaming eyes. Carefully, she ran a hand across the solid muscle, watching as the bulge in his pants grew bigger with every second.

"It seems to me that you like this idea," she throatily whispered, dropping a hand to stroke his erection through the cloth.

He bucked against her, attempting to throw her hand off him and she sat back, raising both of her slim hands into the air.

"Don't worry, baby," she softly purred. "I'm not going to do anything you won't enjoy."

A light smattering of hair disappeared from his stomach into the lower half of the costume, hinting at things yet to be revealed, and she leaned down to run her lips along the skin just above his waistband, planting little kisses as she worked her way up to his neck. She would have him begging for it before she was finished, she promised herself. A shudder of arousal surged through her body at the thought of this man under her control.

Lowering her head again, she flicked her tongue over his right nipple, feeling his breathing increasing in tempo as another little sigh escaped his lips.

"What's that I heard, baby?" she softly murmured. "Like that, did we?"

He arched his body again, to no avail. "Fuck you," he rasped.

She smiled. "That's right, baby. That's exactly what you are going to do."

Her hand dropped to his groin again, and once more he writhed, wincing as the pain shot through his wrists.

She lowered her crimson lips to his right nipple, suckling the hard bud whilst her soft fingers caressed his covered hardness. Pulling both her lips and hand away, she sat up and stared deeply into his piercing blue eyes. 

"Why resist?" she asked. "I can tell you want this as much as I do." 

Without waiting for an answer, she lowered her head again and ran her mouth across his covered penis, now thick and long inside his costume. As he groaned, she sat back up again.

"See," she said. "I told you."

Using her long, sharp fingernail again, she cut a hole in the bottom of his costume, then took the ripped material in both hands and tore it apart, taking several seconds to tear every piece and throw it onto the floor beside her. 

"Very nice," she purred, running her fingertips along the impressive hardness that was now only contained by a pair of brief, black underpants.

Instead of ripping them with her nail, as he expected, she gently snaked her fingers to the waistband and began to ease them down his body.

"Lift up, baby," she whispered. "There's a good boy."

And whilst he did not move to help her, she was gratified to see that he did not resist either, allowing her to tug them down his legs and rest against his restrained ankles. His rock hard penis had sprung free and she gave a growl of satisfaction as it bounced lewdly in the hot air between their bodies. 

"Mmmm.... and such a big boy, too," she gasped.

Gracefully easing herself to her feet, she delved into her belt and pulled out a small bottle.

"Massage oil," she whispered, her light brown eyes alive with anticipation of what she had planned.

She put the bottle beside him on the sofa and then ran her hands around her neck, deftly unzipping her leopard-skin costume and pulling it from the front of her body. In one swift movement she exposed her naked breasts and heard him gasp as her golden orbs bounced up and down across her chest after their release. She felt the rush of cool air around her soft orbs and could feel her hardened coral nipples standing out proudly, almost obscenely erect.

"Impressed?" she whispered, running her hands across both firm breasts before sitting back down beside him. 

His contoured erection was now at full length and she ran the back of her fingertips up and down the shaft.

"Well, I can see someone is impressed." she laughed.

Taking the bottle, she unscrewed the cap and ran the massage oil across her golden orbs. She stroked it into her skin, her delicate fingers playing with her rapidly lengthening nipples as she did so. She let out a soft sigh as she expertly manipulated her gleaming breasts and she was sure she heard a tiny murmur of pleasure escaped from the bound Superhero's lips as his eyes watched her every movement.

She flung a leg over Phenomenon and settled on his lower legs, his thick and long aroused penis standing proud as her soft hands continued to work slowly and easily at her now slippery breasts. Satisfied, she leant forward and downwards, so that her lustrous orbs gently bounced against his hardness as she poured more lotion from the bottle and this time applied it to the impressively hard shaft in front of her.

Her soft hands applied the liquid to his rigid weapon, her slow stroking motions planned to derive maximum pleasure for them both. She allowed herself the luxury of oiling him for a good few moments, listening to the soft, throaty moans coming from her prisoner beneath her. His huge Superhero penis pulsed gently as she worked, until a globe of precum appeared at its tip, and she bent forward so that her soft crimson lips could lick it from his rounded head.

He groaned aloud this time and she knew the time was right. With the injection of AG through her kisses, he must have been burning for release and she was about to give him exactly what he needed. She leant forward again and nestled his heavy, contoured erection into her oily cleavage, then pushed her golden orbs together, enveloping his huge purple glans between them. As he groaned, she licked around his neck, before running her tongue along to his ear.

"Remember baby," she whispered. "Whatever you do, you mustn't cum!"

Satisfied that she had implanted the suggestion, she closed her slippery breasts around his immense penis, and heard him emit a whimper of excitement as she eased herself forward, deliciously sliding his erection between her orbs. She worked him slowly, so that his purple head lay buried between her oiled breasts, before sliding forward again and sliding her globes up and down the responding shaft.

He heard himself gasp again and despite himself he began to thrust upwards against her, gently back and forth into her magnificent orbs, the burning in his body driving him to comply with her movements. Above him, he watched her slim, curvaceous body unhurriedly fucking him, watching him closely as the flawless tan of her cleavage popped him in and out of the tunnel of her breasts as she worked against him.

Huntergirl could hear her own quickening breaths, heavy with arousal at the delicious tingling which radiated from her breasts, but knew that she did not want to orgasm yet and instead worked to help him reach his.

"Remember baby," she teased, knowing her words would have the opposite effect, "Don't cum!"

Phenomenon was panting hotly as he thrust again and again between her superb breasts, her coral nipples bullet-hard against his rock hard weapon. As his eyes held hers, he knew he could not last much longer and he turned his head from side to side in an attempt to prevent the inevitable.

"What's the matter, baby?" she asked. "Is Huntergirl too hot for you?"

His teeth were biting against his lower lip as he tried to halt the tide of arousal sweeping through him and for a moment he stopped his thrusting, attempting to somehow regain control. But Huntergirl would not allow any respite and began to plunge faster, sliding his contoured manhood between her gleaming breasts, squeezing her supple flesh around his hardness with amazing speed.

"Remember baby," she whispered again, "Don't cum!"

Her words and movements took him over the edge. As she plunged her breasts relentlessly against him, he whimpered as he felt himself pass the point of no return. His buttocks were thrusting demonically between her golden orbs, forcing the whole of his throbbing shaft in and out of the soft valley she had created, his ramrod stiff hardness pounding between her breasts. He closed his eyes as he felt himself tense and the sensation of his thrusting manhood between her oiled breasts was too much to take and triggered his orgasm. 

He felt himself pulse strongly against her soft, sensitive skin and gasped with relief as a long rope of semen shot from his uncontrollable penis, flying over Huntergirl's slim shoulder. A second rope landed in the thick silk of her hair and as his manhood pulsed again, the next batch hitting the underneath of her chin, before further bursts squirted rhythmically over her neck and chest in long, warm jets until eventually, the flow became a trickle and he stopped moving, his gasps running through his well muscled body.




Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 04



"Oh, baby," his seductress purred. "You came! That was such a bad, bad, boy. What did I tell you?"



It was a little after four o'clock when Louisa arrived. She had told Jerry that she may have discovered a new line of questioning and that she was revisiting the address that afternoon. He told her to be careful and that was one of the two thoughts occupying her mind. The other was sex. Her arousal had been building all morning and afternoon and, no matter what she did, she could not escape the horny feelings that were ever present throughout her body.

It was Nancy that greeted her. Lucas had felt that Louisa would feel less threatened if he stayed in the background for a while, and so he allowed glamorous young brunette to take the lead role, for the moment at least.

"Hi, doll," she said, looking up from her computer as Louisa entered the good sized reception area. "Are you okay? You look flushed!"

Louisa paused, the sensations between her legs already ensuring that she would need to use her vibrator again as soon as she returned to her apartment.

"Er... yes, I'm fine, thanks," she rasped. "I think I ran up those stairs too quickly."

Nancy smiled and walked across towards her, slipping her arms around Louisa's shoulders and making sure the kiss on her cheek lasted a second or too longer than necessary. She felt the nervous woman's body shudder with arousal at her touch, and knew that the new injection of AG through the kiss would nicely bring her to the boil. This was going to be fun, she thought.

"Is Lucas here?" Louisa asked.

"Yeah," replied the brunette. "He's getting the set ready."

She took Louisa's hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world and walked her along the small corridor that connected the dressing room and the studio where they planned to take photographs of Superman's girlfriend. Except there would be no film in the camera. Unbeknown to the dark haired reporter, every action in both the studio and the dressing room would be recorded on video, instead.

"Okay," Nancy said, stepping to one side and letting Louisa enter the dressing room first, "Why don't we get changed and then we can join Lucas." 

Louisa felt nervous with the brunette there, particularly as Nancy immediately divested herself of her thin T-shirt, revealing an impressive pair of large, lightly tanned, upthrusting, young breasts. She made no move to cover herself, and stepped out of her pants, so that she stood before Louisa in nothing more than a tiny, cream thong. She stretched her impressive body and Louisa felt the constant tingling feeling across her entire body beginning to overflow.

"Come on, doll?" she encouraged, smiling encouragingly at the reporter. 

She dropped her hands to the buttons on Louisa's blouse and slowly began to unfasten each one, staring into the beautiful, wide, violet eyes as she did.

"No need to be nervous, doll," she whispered as she pulled the blouse from the perfect body, revealing a black lacy brassiere. "I'm here to look after you."

Louisa's mouth was very dry and she bit her lip as the brunette moved behind her, turning her to the hidden camera as she unhooked and removed the brassiere. Louisa stared at herself in the mirror as the woman busied herself with something on the table, and could not believe how erect her dark, aching nipples were.

"Lucas wants us both well oiled," Nancy huskily whispered. "It's easier to do each other, don't you think?" 

With that she handed Louisa a bottle of oil, but not before she had spilled a good portion onto her hands. Still standing behind the reporter, she began to massage it into the top of Louisa's back, then across her shoulders, along her neck and finally down onto her naked breasts, pressing her own large orbs into Louisa's back as she did so.

Louisa gasped as she felt the brunette's hands on her globes, and she felt herself involuntarily lifting her arms so that the woman behind her had full access to her firm, rounded breasts. She felt herself breathing in short staccato bursts as the firm fingers slid feather-light over her gleaming breasts, massaging and caressing them before taking both dark, aching nipples between her fingertips and pulling them outwards. 

"Oh God," Louisa whimpered, feeling that she could orgasm at any moment.

But then the hands moved away and Nancy moved around to stand in front of her, reaching out to take the bottle from her.

"Okay, doll. My turn," Nancy said, cupping Louisa's hands together with her spare hand and then pouring a good portion into her palms.

"I've already done my shoulders," she huskily whispered. "Would you start by putting a little on my back?" 

But instead of turning away, she leant into Louisa so that their naked breasts rubbed against each other, both sets of erect nipples pushing against the other. The brunette allowed the contact to continue for a short while, knowing that she was allowing the recorded encounter to further inflame the innocent reporter against her. Then she stepped a foot back. 

"My word, doll. You really know how to use those hands," she sultrily whispered, making sure she had eye contact with the Superhero's girlfriend. "Could you do my breasts, now?"

Louisa's eyes widened, unsure what to do, but she saw that Nancy was holding out the bottle again and she dutifully cupped her palms in response. The brunette turned slightly to position the bottle back on the table before resuming her position, but tantalisingly arched her magnificent breasts, partly for effect but also to allow Louisa full access.

Wonderman's girlfriend found herself raising her hands and tentatively spreading the oil around the large, lightly tanned orbs. She heard Nancy sigh as she held her thrusting breasts in her palms, and more confidently caressed the oil into the soft, full mounds before bringing her fingers down and tweaking the quite delicious, pink tips.

She slowly worked on the left globe, circling the nipple with her fingertips, all the while the fingers of her other hand caressing and pinching Nancy's erect right peak. She loved the feeling of Nancy's large breasts and ever more confident, caressed the uplifted orbs, delighting in their heavy yet upthrusting shape and feel, now deliberately teasing the pink nipples into an even greater state of hardness

Louisa heard little moans and realised to her surprise that they were her own, as Nancy's own hands had risen up to again caress her breasts, so that the two of them were tweaking each other's hard nipples. Low moans escaped Louisa as she felt her orgasm begin to build and this time her moan was one of disappointment as she suddenly felt Nancy move away.

"I think Lucas will be ready for us now, doll," she whispered. "We'd better finish getting ready." 

Lucas, who was watching the entire scene on his computer in the adjacent office, thought that this was going to be even easier than he had anticipated. He stroked his rigid penis through his pants, made hard by the unfolding events, and knew that it would not be long now.



Huntergirl returned from her shower feeling a mixture of satisfaction and arousal. The first part of the plan was complete but she knew the expectation was that it would take three orgasms to have a potentially fatal effect on a Superhero's power. One down, two to go, she thought, a smile sweeping across her soft lips. She had known that she would find this to be a turn-on, but had not appreciated exactly how much!

She returned to the room, wearing only a small, fluffy, white towel and carrying a small basin, a wet cloth and some soap.

"Now then, baby," she softly said as she walked over to the restrained Superhero and looked down at his still half-erect manhood. "Someone needs a wash."

"Huntergirl," he rasped. "Please, don't do this. You know what it means, you more than anyone. A Superhero can't orgasm...."

"With anyone other than his wife," she added, finishing the sentence for him. "But then, I kept telling you not to cum, didn't I?"

He stared defiantly back at her as she stood, smiling at him. Whatever her reasons, this was serious stuff and threatened the very fabric of his existence. Whilst she had been out of the room he had again struggled to get himself free but had eventually given in, realising that she had him securely restrained.

"Why?" he asked again.

"Because you are gorgeous," she responded, knowing it was only a half lie. She could not tell him the truth, not yet anyway, but it was true that this man was almost perfect.

"Okay," she softly said. "I'll make a deal...."

He looked up at her expectantly. He was just about to gain a clue to whatever was behind this, it seemed.

"If you prove that you don't want me, I'll leave you alone." She sat down beside him on the sofa. "But if I see that you need Huntergirl's touch, then I'll have no option other than to give you what you want."

He realised that his only chance of surviving this was to prove to her that she did not arouse him, to keep himself fully under control. But that was a fairly slim chance, he knew, as simply by sitting beside him, he felt his penis stirring uncontrollably. 

"So what we'll do is this," she purred, enjoying her little, teasing, game. 

"After you spread so much of your cum around, I'm going to clean you," she continued. "That's only fair, after all. Keep yourself under control and I'll leave you alone. Deal?"

She looked down at his hardening weapon and then stared into his eyes.

"Oh dear," she said. "Still, you never can tell...."

With that she dipped the cloth in the water and ran a small film of soap across it. She rested her left hand just above his manhood as she applied the cloth to his rigid shaft. She was intent on creating as much, delicious, friction as she could whilst cleaning him and heard him groan as her firm hand stroked him with the cloth, using long, flowing, sweeping movements up and down the hard shaft before alternating between washing, holding and softly squeezing one testicle and then the other. 

She allowed herself a smile of satisfaction as she heard his low moans, and felt his steely invader quickly grow to maximum hardness in her hand.

"Mmmm... I'm not sure you understand the rules," she teased. "You are supposed to be controlling yourself, baby."

As she whispered the words, she deftly undid the knot on the towel around her body, allowing it to slip onto the sofa and again exposing her golden orbs to his gaze. As she worked with the cloth, she made a point of swinging her upper body so that her pointed breasts bounced with each movement, her erect, coral nipples occasionally brushing against his chest. 

Phenomenon closed his eyes, tightly clenching them shut as he allowed his mind to partly close down, blocking out the exquisite sensations that this admittedly gorgeous young woman was arousing in him. His body was burning with lust from the AG drug anyway, not that he was aware of the reason, and he battled within himself to keep himself away from orgasm, blanking out the effect of her teasing ministrations on his aching manhood.

Huntergirl was aware of the battle taking place within him and was comfortable with that. The longer he resisted, the more enjoyable the game became. She slowed her gentle stroking movements, almost idly running her fingers around the contoured shaft, twisting it gently in her hand before rinsing the cloth and wrapping it around the bulbous head.

Although his breathing was ragged and she could feel his rigid manhood pulse beneath her hand, he seemed to be doing an extraordinarily good job of holding himself back. She dropped the cloth into the small bowl and lathered her palms, one hand taking his testicles and the other his raging hardness. This time she made no pretence of cleaning, she was masturbating him, alternating between slow and quick, long and short movements as the mind battle continued.

"Well," she suddenly said, just as Phenomenon felt the surge inside him telling him that he had no option other than to give in. "You have done a wonderful job of controlling yourself, baby."

She took her hands away and picked up the bowl, standing up.

"Congratulations," she said.

He exhaled a long, slow breath. Just when he thought he was done for, he was saved. He had held out. He had won. Part of him screamed out for release and needed her to take him across the line, and his body still burned with arousal. But he was safe.

"Oh," he heard her add. "What's that?"

He followed her eyes to the drop of pre cum that had formed on the blunt, purple head of his still erect dome. They both watched silently as the clear liquid escaped from the tip.

"I better just clean that off," she murmured, as if there was a degree of resignation in her tone. "Better do a proper job," she added.

She sat back down and placed the bowl on the floor. He watched her as her light brown eyes glistened into his, and knew what was about to happen.

He groaned even before her mouth dropped on his erection. He gasped in pleasure as he felt her close her crimson lips close tightly around him, her mouth doing its work whilst her soft brown eyes held his captive. She gently went about her work, gently pulling back on the shaft until just the tip remained in her mouth and then greedily swallowing down his entire length again.

Reaching one hand down, she fondled his testicles lightly with her fingers, feeling his shaft expand even more if such a thing was possible, reacting to her feather-light touch. Feeling his body responding so well, she began to rotate her head as she traced her long and highly skilled tongue all over the impressively thick and long shaft, feeling the delicious hardness of it. 

She allowed him to slide out of her sucking lips for a moment and held the shaft in her hand, her eyes holding his again and warming to the desire she saw. Not long now! 

She ran her long tongue up and down from base to tip, his louder groans encouraging her even more. She could feel her mouth stretch around the thickness of his shaft, and felt him pushing his hips upwards off the sofa. She had him! 

She allowed herself a series of low throaty moans as she continued, his hips rising further in reaction to her sucking mouth and the tightening of her hand on his testicles. She could feel his orgasm bubbling up from between his legs and deep throated him, the act being sufficient to fully destroy his already crumbling resistance. 

She heard him cry out as the first stream splashed inside her welcoming mouth, followed by a second as she alternated between sucking and swallowing. She took all he had to offer, and that was plenty, before he eventually finished and her eager mouth and tongue continued to clean his gradually diminishing member. 



The session had gone according to plan. Lucas had installed a bed in the room and when the women had entered, he had told Louisa that it was to provide the perfect background effect to the lingerie shoot. He clicked away with the camera whilst constantly moving the two women around, all the while attempting to find the most provocative poses that would keep Wonderman's girlfriend at boiling point.

He had skilfully ensured that the shoot was as seductive as possible, adjusting Nancy and Louisa so that they were continually embracing in a variety of positions. Every so often he asked the brunette to plant a small kiss on Louisa's cheek, knowing the effect would be to leave the beautiful black haired woman even more desperate for release than she currently was. 

"Nearly finished, ladies," he said as the set-up session neared its end.

They had broken constantly to shower and change outfits, and although Louisa had longed for more contact with Nancy during each break, the previously tactile woman kept her distance, whilst continually making sure that she somehow touched her own body whenever Louisa was watching.

"Okay, I need a couple of different shots," said Lucas, telling Louisa to rest for a moment.

He called Nancy across and the two of them spoke for a moment, whilst the beautiful reporter could not wait to get home and fuck herself silly with her vibrator. She had no chance of seducing Wonderman into making love to her, and right then she needed to be fucked more than anything else in her life. Lucas's voice brought her out of her reverie.

"Okay, Lulu. Hope you don't mind, but I need a man in a couple of shots with you. It will only take a few minutes and then we are finished. So I'm going to quickly change whilst Nancy oils you up again for the final shots."

With that, he left the room and Louisa turned to Nancy, who was already unscrewing the bottle of oil. After running the lotion onto her soft fingertips, the brunette began to sensuously caress along Louisa's neck, down onto the top of her cleavage, and then underneath the top of the low cut, black negligee and onto her firm, rounded breasts.

"That feel good, doll?" she asked, hearing the reporter's soft whimpers at her gentle touch.

She took each full breast in her hand, firmly massaging the oil into the soft flesh, pulling at each dark nipple until Louisa's whimpers turned into louder moans. Whilst her right hand continued its caressing, her left slid away and reappeared on the dark haired woman's thigh, wasting no time in snaking upwards and rubbing her covered vulva through the black thong.

"These are getting in the way," she whispered, bending forward.

She moved both hands away to drag the thong down and off Louisa's accommodating body, before standing back up and running her lips along the reporter's soft neck whilst her questing fingers returned between the open thighs, running though the neatly trimmed bush of black pubic hair.

"Oh, God," whimpered Wonderman's girlfriend.

"What's that doll," Nancy murmured, her teasing tongue sliding into and around the willing woman's ear.

She felt Louisa ease her curvy hips forwards, her breath beginning to quicken and felt her body tremble as she ran one finger across her swollen clitoris. Louisa began to rotate her hips against the delicious hand and fingers, feeling Nancy's experienced fingers tightly pressing and working against her hard nub.

As her orgasm approached, Louisa arched her back and the brunette took this as her signal to increase the pressure, her hand beginning to rotate with remarkable speed as she took Wonderman's girlfriend to an immediate orgasm. She could feel the reporter's whole body shaking against her as she exploded on her fingers, her love juice coating them as she let out one, deep, ferocious moan after another. 

Nancy held her shaking body until the trembling lessened, and then helped the still shaking reporter to the bed. For some reason that Louisa wasn't aware off, the brunette was pulling her black negligee from her trembling body as she helped her to lie on the edge of the bed, to recover. Nor did she care. That overwhelming burning sensation was still coursing through her body and she needed more relief.

It quickly arrived. She felt a hot tongue running along her inner thigh, easing towards her twin labial lips. She opened her thighs, attempting to force Nancy's hot tongue as deep as she could, but as she momentarily opened her lust filled eyes she saw that Nancy was sitting on the bed beside her, stroking her hair. But if it wasn't Nancy that was pleasuring her, then who...?

For a second, she attempted to struggle into a sitting position, but Nancy easily held her down.

"Ssssh, doll," her soft voice whispered. "You need some more loving. Let Lucas go to work." 




Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 04



As Nancy tightly held her shoulders, she felt Lucas's thirsty mouth take hold of her shining clitoris, his lips alternating between flicking and sucking the shiny, red bud as she instantly began to undulate against his face. She made no more effort at resistance. This was too good. She wanted this, needed this, so very badly.

Allowing his mouth and surprisingly thick tongue to expertly pleasure her, Louisa's breaths grew heavier with her building excitement. Nancy kept whispering encouraging sounds as she stroked her hair, and she responded by moving her firm hips in faster, rhythmic motions as a second orgasm approached. 

As his tongue and mouth stimulated her oversexed body, and Nancy's soft fingers deliciously caressed the erect, dark nipples on her firm, rounded breasts, she felt herself pass the point of no return. She cried out noisily as for the second time in minutes, her body was again trembling violently.

As she recovered, she found Nancy's mouth close to her ear, her hot breath against her warm skin.

"That was good, wasn't it?" she softly murmured. "But it's not enough. You need some real pleasuring, doll, don't you?"

Louisa half-opened her eyes and stared at the brunette, who repeated the question.

"It's not enough, is it?" she repeated, her soft hands again stroking Louisa's hard breasts, eliciting another whimper of delight. "You want some real pleasuring, doll?"

Louisa felt her head nodding.

"That's right, doll. You need to be fucked, don't you?" 

Louisa's eyes jerked open. This was wrong, so wrong. But the woman was right. Oh God! Why had Wonderman left her hanging the other night when she needed him inside her? She did need fucking. Her body was on fire and she was desperate to be fucked.

"Don't you, doll?" repeated the brunette.

Nancy's hot tongue was now licking its way along the reporter's right breast before sucking the dark nipple into her mouth. She pulled it between her teeth, hearing the loud moans eliciting from the woman beside her on the bed, before briefly letting go.

"You want to be fucked, doll?" came the insistent voice.

Louisa nodded.

"You want Lucas to fuck you?" the voice asked.

Oh God, thought Louisa. Why hadn't Wonderman fucked her that night? She felt her soft thighs being eased apart and made no effort to stop them. It was so wrong, but she needed this. She needed to be fucked. She felt a pair of strong hands lifting her knees up onto broad shoulders, and Lucas's eager hips lining up with her glistening and welcoming opening. 

"You want Lucas to fuck you?" the voice asked again.

Louisa realised that Lucas and Nancy wanted to hear her acquiescence before proceeding and for a moment her mind thought she would hold out, she knew that she should hold out. But her body told her otherwise and she felt herself wrapping her feet behind his ears, her legs urging him to ease the large bulbous tip of his penis against her welcoming body. 

"Well?" asked the voice.

Louisa nodded, her resistance broken, her hand dropping to his hard, thick shaft as she steered him closer to his objective.

"Yes," she gasped. "Fuck me. Fuck me now!" 

With her words of approval he eased his hips forward and her breathing was replaced with a helpless whimper as he easily sank his full length into her wet, welcoming body. Her head rolled to one side and she allowed a soft and low moan to escape from between her lips as she felt the combined effect of his movements inside her and Nancy's lips and tongue entwining with her own.

Lucas thrust forward harder into her, making her magnificently rounded buttocks bounce wickedly on the firm bed as he completely enveloped the full length of his steely invader inside her willing body. The fact that this was Wonderman's girlfriend giving herself so willingly to him, and that every movement was being recorded for posterity, were huge turn-ons as he put his entire being into fucking this woman.

Her hoarse breathing becoming more ragged as he thrust inside her, pinning her curvy, willing body to the crumpled sheets whilst Nancy's hot tongue continued to pleasure her own. He was moving faster now, his smooth buttocks pistoning relentlessly back and forth against the velvety flanks of her inner thighs as she responded with her own urgent thrusts whilst the bed shook violently beneath them.

"Faster," she gasped. "Faster!"

Lucas gasped and his mouth began to open as he complied and felt his own orgasm fast approaching. Louisa wrapped her arms around his strong neck, pulling his body deeper into her as the end quickly approached for them both. Reaching down, he lifted up her curvy body, his fingers digging into her wonderfully firm buttocks as she rocked her hips in time with his movements, lowering and raising herself against him as they both began to lose control. 

She felt Nancy's soft lips return to her ear. "You gonna cum, doll? Lucas gonna make you cum?" she whispered. 

That was enough to send her over the edge, crying out into the brunette's kissing mouth as she reached her third orgasm, then immediately hitting a fourth as she felt her seducer begin to shake as he climaxed, too. She used the last of her strength to thrust uncontrollably against him, feeling him shoot rope after rope inside her, eager to entice every last drop from his body and into hers.



It seemed that Phenomenon was beaten, resigned to his fate. His still heaving body lay quietly, recovering from his second orgasm as Huntergirl's soft, ruby lips sipped from the glass of clear, refreshing water she had just poured.

"That was impressive," he heard the young seductress say. 

He was unable to answer. His mind was a whirring fog of emotion. He knew that he was slowly having his powers eroded and was unsure how many orgasms it would take to finish him off. The way his exhausted body was feeling, it might already be too late, he thought. And yet, another part of him was still incredibly aroused and that burning feeling was still present throughout his body. It had felt so good to cum and his arousal told him that he so badly needed to do so again.

He felt the sofa move and looked up to see the naked Huntergirl sit beside him, her right hand taking his flaccid penis in her palm and softly stroking him in an almost absent minded way, her hard thumb running over the tip. The response was immediate. She could not help herself as she saw more clear liquid ooze from the rounded head and she lowered her crimson lips and licked the fluids from the taut flesh. 

His hips involuntarily thrust up again as she ran her tongue over the sensitive head, teasing him to full erection once more as his thick and long penis throbbed with every beat of his heart. She purred her approval low in her throat, her long and highly skilled tongue tracing the veins before her soft mouth deliciously engulfed him again.

Safe in the knowledge that she had some antidote with her, she eased her mouth away and straddled his body, rubbing her soft sex against his hardness whilst her tongue traced patterns around his neck. Sitting up slightly, she softly rubbed her golden orbs in feather-like motions across his chest, allowing him to feel the hardness of her coral nipples. She put both hands on his chest, pushing herself upwards and then raised her hands, cupping her majestic orbs in her hands. 

She could see the arousal in his eyes and she felt it too. This was her present to herself, she thought. She pinched her erect nipples, sending a wave of lust from her breasts to her sex, and licked her long tongue slowly across her lips as she saw his eyes glued to her movements, watching her caress herself.

She eased her hips backwards, watching as his eyes ran down her body to the thick, light brown crown of pubic hair, then back up again to her full breasts swaying as she moved. This would not take long for either of them, she knew, as she slipped a slim arm between their bodies and her fingers grasped his hardness.

"You want to fuck Huntergirl?" she asked, tantalisingly holding his ramrod stiff hardness against her wet and open vulva.

He made no response, attempting to ignore her teasing but giving himself away by his soft moans as she held and stroked him.

"Sure you do," she whispered, easing the rounded head just inside her opening.

She heard him gasp and felt his hips rise up towards her.

"Such a good boy," she teased, easing herself down as she felt his willpower break. 

Her twin labial lips opened in pleasure as she accepted him inside and he felt her harsh gasp as she sank exquisitely down, slowly engulfing his steely invader into her tight body. She settled her entire weight on him and immediately began to thrust herself on his stiff hardness, allowing herself sweet relief against the arousal that had been present in her own sensuous body throughout the seduction. 

This was pure sex for her, she wanted raw sex with this man and the sensations running through her aroused limbs meant it almost did not matter to her whether or not he came this time. She rocked back and forth, faster and faster, her upper body swaying back in time with her emotions. 

Her head jerked from one side to the other as she wrapped her hand around his sweating neck, frantically working her sex against him, desperately attempting to draw out every last sensation before it was too late. She heard Phenomenon grunting beneath her thrusts, but cared not, her search for orgasm all consuming. He was completely under her control as she built up the pace, feeling her climax approach. 

It seemed they were both involuntarily gasping in rhythm with her down-thrusts as she fucked him hard, her inner thighs gripping his and working her body in a relentless circular motion. Her golden orbs were bouncing up and down as she impaled herself on him, unable to stop herself and not even wanting to. Her thoughts were consumed by the pleasure radiating from her body and despite his attempts to thrust back, she knew he was helpless as she took her pleasure. 

She looked down to see the Superhero's face contorted with lust as he attempted to absorb each stroke of her body on his aching penis. He was gasping in rhythm with her thrusts as she fucked him, pinning his strong, helpless body beneath her. She knew that his own climax was building and that brought her back to the decision that she had to take him there first. 

She increased her incredible pace, her downward thrusts faster and faster as her bouncing hips deliciously smacked against his body. He was now thrusting back against her, and she heard his long, low, gurgling groan of pleasure they fucked with abandon. She felt him cry out as he reached his orgasm, his sperm erupting inside her in thick ropes as his body jerked and jerked as he came.

With each movement Huntergirl thrust back, determined take every last drop that he had to offer and reach her own climax. It only took a few more seconds before her own orgasm arrived and she buried her face in his neck to prevent her screams from being heard, her heaving body shuddering and trembling on top of his. Her whole body was covered with sweat as she lay there for a few, long, moments before reluctantly climbing off him.

"Such a good boy," she whispered in his ear, before heading off to take her antidote.

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Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 05



Continuing the theme of trying something new, this is a completely different idea and approach to that of 'Vegas', but one that has fascinated me for some time. And in writing this, I have taken on board feedback on my first posting, which suggested a tinge of disappointment with the balance between poker and erotica... there is none of the former and the focus in this storyline is most definitely the latter.

And as always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.

DAY FIVE: THE MISSION GATHERS PACE

StunMan was returning from a successful mission in South America. He realised he was just in time, but that the timing had nothing to do with any danger. Rather, tonight was a very special night for him and Myra Jean. It was their first wedding anniversary and although she knew that his Superhero status meant that he could be needed anywhere at any time, he knew she had been desperately hoping that he would be home in time for their celebratory dinner together. 

He had been unsure as to whether he would make it. The mission was a difficult one and had involved several areas of extreme confidentiality known only to the United Nations. But it had gone smoothly enough and now he was heading home to surprise his wife. He had needed to inform Holly that he would be returning, as he had to check in to the League of Liberty and Justice Headquarters, but he wanted this retuen to be a surprise for his beautiful young wife.

He had previously asked Holly to arrange for a gift to be delivered that morning to his wife, not knowing how long he would be away. He knew how much she would love the string of pearls, and felt it would have been a nice compensation if he was unable to return. But now that it looked as if he would make it home, she would have the best of both worlds.

As he had requested, Holly had kept the secret of his planned, return home. From everyone except Huntergirl, that is. For it had been the sandy haired Superhero who had helped an inexperienced and unconfident Holly to buy the pearls. Holly had simply never spent that much money in her life and she had no idea which shop would present the best option. Huntergirl did, and the two of them jointly purchased the item.

And of course, Holly shared the secret of his return with Huntergirl, knowing the Superheroine would keep it to herself. Which she dutifully had done, except for Raven of course. This was the opportunity they needed.

When Raven had formed her plan, it was Huntergirl who had telephoned Myra Jean. She told her she was ringing on behalf of Holly, who was involved in some essential work, but that she wanted to let Myra Jean know that they had heard from StunMan. She explained that he would be home tonight after all and Myra Jean had whooped with delight. 

How gullible thought the Superhero, at the other end of the telephone, before going on to explain that it would be quite late before he returned to America and that naturally he needed to register at the League of Liberty and Justice Headquarters first. On hearing Myra Jean sigh, Huntergirl had gone on to say that he had arranged an anniversary surprise party for her, involving all the Superheroes and that she should meet them all there.

"He doesn't want you to spend the evening by yourself," Huntergirl had explained. "He said he will see you at the party, and will join you as soon as he can."

Myra Jean had broken out into a broad smile. Trust StunMan to keep surprising her. He really was so romantic.

"Okay," her excited voice had replied. "I love parties. Will you be there?"

"You bet." Huntergirl had smiled to herself. "Can't wait to see you again."

"Me too," Myra Jean had responded with an infectious laugh. "What time and where... and what should I wear?"

Bingo, thought Huntergirl, who had provided the address to a club that Lucas and Nancy had given her.

"A nice, short dress will do," she had replied. "I think he said it had to be something sexy."



Amazonian Woman had spent a couple of what she thought of as more mundane days, particularly after her recent adventures in the Far East. This time she had been required in Europe to represent the League of Liberty and Justice in supporting a world-wide peace initiative. The weird thing to her was that throughout those days she felt as aroused as she ever had in her life before and felt an overwhelming need to get back to her plant.

If she was going to continue feeling like this, she decided, the gift from Venus Flytrap was as welcome a present as she had ever been given. And in view of her constant aroused state, the timing was perfect. But for some reason, the Superheroine was unable to make the connection between the plant and the way she was feeling. She saw the plant as a means to obtain relief, however temporary, rather than a contributing factor to the way she was feeling.

And even if she had made that connection, how could she have known that Venus had secreted the Substance AG chemical in the long shaft, releasing it into the Amazonian Woman's psyche every time she touched the phallus like stem?

The Superheroine's masturbation of the thick stem, and subsequent orgasm, might have released some immediate sexual tension, but the former botanic professor had cleverly cultivated the plan so that any touch would replace any short term relief with an even greater and sustained arousal. There was simply no escape.

When Amazonian Woman returned to the Headquarters building, she found that she was the only Superhero available should a call for protection be received. Feline Woman was undertaking a day long mission in Canada, StunMan was returning from South America, Wonderman was somewhere across the continent, BlackCat Girl was unwell, with some sort of debilitating illness that no-one could get to the bottom of, and was being tended to by the young woman she had recently rescued. 

As for Huntergirl and Phenomenon, it seemed they had departed together in the early hours of the morning on a mission so secret that Huntergirl had offered no immediate explanation.

The Amazonian checked on her plant, which if anything looked a more lush green than before, and the well oiled stem gave it a particularly healthy and rather erotic quality. She immediately thought of Wonderman again as she stared at the shaft, before reluctantly turning and padding into her en-suite bathroom and, ridding herself of her costume, stepping into the shower. 

As she soaped her voluptuous body, she found herself enjoying the tiny jets of water thoroughly soaking her long, black hair and running over her ample breasts and down her full, Amazon figure. For a moment she wondered what it would be like to have Wonderman in the shower with her and as her mind became caught up in the fantasy, she found her hands sliding across her stomach until they cupped her full breasts, pushing them up and together under the tiny pinpricks of water that bounced from her already erect, hard, brown, nipples. 

Her fingers grasped the engorged bullets high up on each breast and she began to gently caress them, feeling the resultant electricity sparking through her and causing her sex to moisten even further than it was. One of her hands left her jutting breasts and slid back down her stomach, through her thick, black, pubic hair. She adjusted her stance, allowing the water to run directly onto her vulva and, leaning back against the shower wall, she slowly stroked her swollen clitoris.

Wonderman was at the front of her mind as she slid her knowing fingers around and around, slipping a finger into the moist heat of her vulva before returning to her aching nubbin, teasing it to hardness between her legs. She imagined it was Wonderman's hand and snaked her other hand to her breasts, caressing her brown nipples, moving from one incredibly curvaceous breast to the other. 

She was burning with sexual desire and found that she was actually moaning out loud as she left her full breast and slid her hand down onto her shapely, toned buttocks, lathering in the soft valley between them whilst the working fingers of her other hand, or rather Wonderman's, were slipping back and forth, gently rubbing her expectant clitoris. 

And somehow, an image of Venus Flytrap was in there too, making her feel hotter as Wonderman's imaginary fingers did their work. The cascading water continued to flow down her voluptuous body as her moans grew in intensity, until she could take no more and her trembling body stiffened involuntarily before exploding, the intensity jerking her body against the wall of the cubicle behind her.

Slowly she began to recover, her impressive body still heaving with arousal and exertion, and after spending a few moments allowing her ragged breathing to return to something approaching normality, she stepped out of the cubicle and onto the thick, white bathmat. Her fingers lingered whilst she dried herself with a fluffy towel until, with a deep sigh, she slipped on her thin bath gown and returned to her bedroom.



When Myra Jean reached the club, she saw that Huntergirl was waiting outside for her. Instead of wearing her usual leopard-skin outfit, she was dressed in a clinging white dress that showed off such an impressive figure that Myra Jean's jaw dropped. She had always thought that Huntergirl looked attractive in her leopard-skin costume but tonight she looked something else.

In days gone by, Myra Jean had always got on so well with the Superheroine and absolutely loved her vivacious personality. At least, that had been up until the demise of her brother. Since that time, Huntergirl had become much more remote, more insular, and all the Superheroes and their loved ones had agreed to give her space to allow her to grieve and find her way back to normality. 

It had taken a long while, three long years now, and this was the first occasion Myra Jean had seen her at one of their admittedly rare social occasion during that time.

"Hi Myra Jean," she enthusiastically shouted out as the blonde haired woman approached.

The Superheroine grabbed her blonde friend and hugged her, making a point of kissing her on both cheeks. StunMan's wife's light blue eyes widened at the warmth of the greeting. This was like the old Huntergirl. 

She also felt a shivery shudder run through her at the effect of the two kisses, like a small electric shock, that found its way from her cheeks down to her sex. God, that had felt good, she thought, wondering why.

"It is so good to see you," Huntergirl enthused.

"You too, Huntergirl," responded Myra Jean.

She dropped her voice into a whisper in case anyone else heard her use the name, looking around to see if they had been overheard, but also to see who else was there. Huntergirl caught her look.

"Just you and me, girl," she said. "At least, for now. The others will catch up when they can. You know how unpredictable our work is!"

"I think my husband is going to join us," Myra Jean whispered, her light blue eyes dancing at the thought.

"That's right. A little later, when he returns. Then you two lovebirds can have the rest of your anniversary evening to yourselves," the Superheroine purred.

Myra Jean felt the moistness between her legs at the thought. She was looking forward to seeing StunMan more than she thought. Since meeting Huntergirl, she realised how aroused she really was.

"Okay," she said. "So what's on the menu before he does get here?"

"Myra Jean," responded the sandy haired Superheroine. "This club is going to blow your mind!"

The innocent young woman looked quizzically at Huntergirl, raising a perfect blonde eyebrow as if in search of further information. But the Superheroine just laughed and took her aback by throwing her hands around her again in a big bear hug.

"You're never going to forget tonight," she purred.

Before allowing her to wriggle out of her grasp, Huntergirl deliberately planted another kiss on her soft, pale cheek. That should get her juices flowing nicely she thought, giggling to herself as she took the soft hand and led Myra Jean to the door of the club. 



When StunMan returned to his and Myra Jean's apartment, it was in darkness, other than a tiny flickering light just inside the small, frosted window at the front. For a moment he could not understand why, and then he saw the rose petals leading to the front door. Smiling, he unlocked the toughened glass door and slipped inside. The flickering light belonged to a small candle, beside which was a small note.

'No lights'.

There were more rose petals scattered across the table on which the candle stood, trailing across to the darkened stairs. His smile broadened. This sexy young wife of his had an incurable romantic streak that he so loved.

As he reached the stairs, he realised she had scattered the petals on each step, and he lightly bounded upwards, already aroused by the thought of what lay in store. As he reached the top, the darkness was all consuming but he could feel more petals under his feet, leading along to their bedroom. He stepped inside, automatically looking across to where he knew the king sized bed rested, knowing that it was about to see some action.

He steadied himself in the darkness, carefully stepping across to the bed and reaching out to find Myra Jean... only to find that the bed was empty. It was then that he heard a soft noise behind him and as he reacted, he was stopped by his wife's hands, slipping over his eyes. He smiled. God, he loved her smell.

"No need for those honey," he whispered. "I can't see a thing anyway."

"Ssssh," murmured Raven.

This was going to be so much easier than she thought. With the help of Huntergirl She had set the scene perfectly, even down to covering herself with Myra Jane's perfume. Her own arousal was high in anticipation of what was to come. It had been so long since she had been with a man, and she had always harboured a sneaking attraction for the young StunMan. Very soon, that fantasy would come true.

She pressed her proud, naked, jutting breasts into his back as her hands left his eyes and ran down to the top of his shoulders. Her fingers momentarily dug into the muscle to ease any tension there before slipping down his back and under his arms. She edged her hands forward and onto his chest, stroking each nipple in hard, nipping movements until she heard him groan. She planted the first of her kisses on the right side of his neck, and followed up with another on the left.

That should quickly work its way into his system, she thought with a lustful grin as she snaked her hands downwards to his stomach, pulling him back into her naked body, whilst pressing herself tightly against his muscular, young buttocks. She heard him groan again and she had to still a moan of her own. The wrong word, or sound, would give the game away and she was not prepared to jeopardise what was in store.

Digging the fingertips of both hands into his stomach, she trailed them down to his inner thighs, feeling him tense against her as she ran them up and down his costume, centimetres away from what she knew was now his rock hard manhood. His superbly toned bottom pressed back against her as his body willed her to touch him, and with another two kisses on his neck, she ran both hands across his eager, young almost obscenely long erection.

He moaned again, his thick penis swelling even further at her touch. This was most unlike Myra Jean, he thought. This was a side of her he had not experienced before and one that he definitely approved of. 

He swung around to take his wife in his arms and kiss her but it seemed she was not yet ready for that. Easily slipping out of his grasp, she slid down his body, allowing her naked gold-flecked orbs to rub against his erection as she did.

"Fucking hell, Myra Jean," he moaned approvingly.

Whatever had gotten into his young wife, it was having an astonishing effect on him. Even the kisses she had implanted on his cheek had been such a turn-on and now that she was sitting on her knees before him, he could feel his body burning up. The darkness only seemed to add to the mystique and he felt that his manhood was as hard as he ever had been. 

He so desperately needed to make love his beautiful wife and in fact, such was the incredible arousal that had overtaken him, he anticipated a very long and very pleasurable night ahead. 

Raven smiled as her fingers unfastened his belt, her mouth maintaining his arousal by working on his long, contoured penis through the thin cloth of his costume. She pulled the belt away and yanked his bottoms downward, unable to see the impressively long, hard shaft that sprung free but feeling it bounce against her cheek.

"Fucking hell, Myra Jean," he repeated. 

His voice was hoarse and his mouth was dry. It seemed the occasion of the first anniversary had turned his wife into a wanton seductress and he was as horny as hell as a result. The arousal was burning through his body now but as his hands reached down and attempted to grasp her hair, she shook her head wildly and instead he rested them behind him on the bedpost.

That was close, Raven thought, knowing that her locks were longer and curlier than Myra Jean. No more fooling around, she thought, running her longue tongue up one side of his now rigid weapon and down the other.

"Gee, baby..." he mumbled, then let out a load groan as she took him into her mouth.

Her gold coloured fingernails dug into the soft skin of his hard buttocks as she worked her velvet mouth on the thick, hard shaft, slowly sliding it up and down between her beautifully full, pink lips, She alternately sucked and licked before gripping the rounded head between her white teeth, like a dog with a bone, sending an electric shock through him. She heard him groan and she shook her head again as he tried to grab her hair. 

StunMan dropped his hand away. He had never known Myra Jean wanting to take such control and the fire in his body was burning strongly. She knew that he enjoyed being pleasured by her bow-like lips but had previously appeared reluctant to go too far and had never allowed him to cum inside her mouth. But now, she was a tigress and it seemed their anniversary had brought out a different side of her.

He leaned back against the pole on the left side of the large bed, raising his hands above him to grip it tightly as she demonstrated her newly found capabilities. Her moist pink tongue flicked across the head of his proud manhood, causing another shudder of excitement, and then licked up and down the hard shaft before sucking around the head. Lucas gasped in disbelief at the way she was controlling him.

"Myra Jean..." he gasped as the familiar feeling overtook him.

Raven's beautifully full, pink lips began to move more quickly on him as she sensed he was close, and then for a moment they left their prize to attend to his large testicles, licking all around them before sucking first one and then the other into her warm mouth. As his body started to tremble, her succulent, pink lips hurried back to his long, thick shaft, sucking him as deeply as she could.

"Myra Jean..." he gasped again, knowing she would want to pull away before he came.

She took no notice. Her mouth sucked him like a vacuum, creating an incredible feeling in his rock hard weapon that ran right throughout his body.




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"Myra Jean, I'm gonna..." 

He tried to rock back but her fingernails were gripping his hard buttocks, pulling him tightly into her face as her teeth again took hold of his purple, bulbous head. In such a precarious position, he didn't dare move in case she bit him, but he knew he could not hold his orgasm back. He felt her ease her demanding mouth around him again in time to accept his first offering, then the second and the third, greedily gulping down all that his pulsating, captive shaft could offer. 

"Baby," he croaked. "You've never..." 

He didn't finish the sentence. Her strong hands were pushing him backwards onto the bed and as his back hit the bedclothes, she was straddling him, her hungry mouth working her way up his body. He was suddenly very aware of her perfume as he felt her nipple brushing against his lips and he opened his mouth to first suck in the erect tip, and then take it between his teeth and nip gently. 

Raven gulped as she held back her moans, groaning silently inside her head at the exquisite touch of his mouth, lips, teeth and longue tongue on her jutting gold-flecked orbs. The requirement for her to remain quiet was somehow adding to her excitement and the wetness between her legs was overwhelming. But in case he recognised that her full breasts were that much larger than his wife, she slid upwards again until she hovered above his head.

"Myra Jean..." he began, wondering what had released such passion, but that was as far as he got.

She lowered herself to him, spreading herself wide as she did so and feeling her body jerk uncontrollably at the first touch of his mouth, followed by his tongue, against her. He licked along her natural valley as she held herself still, savouring his long, hard tongue as it licked her vulva repeatedly before slowly working its way inside her hot core. She raised herself slightly onto her knees to grant him easier access and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan as his tongue found her swollen clitoris. 

That was enough to take her out of control, and she lifted her hips and began to grind herself into his face. Her hands fell back and grabbed his half erect penis as she drove her pubis against him, her fingers quickly teasing him back to full erection. She cared not for his comfort but was totally caught up in her own searing need and her desire to make him cum a second time. The undulating movements of her body on his mouth became less and less controlled as she savagely fucked his face.

Her hand was violently masturbating his shaft behind her as she frantically moved on him and she felt his thrusting hips rising to meet her hand movements as a long gurgle somehow escaped from his overworked lips. The sound simply encouraged her further and she moved her body against his face as if she were riding a bucking bronco, her love juices flowing freely as she felt her climax rapidly approaching. 

She raised herself one last time as she worked him to another climax and as the powerful tremors of her own orgasm overcame her, the first rope of semen burst from his rigid manhood and shot into the air behind her, followed by further decreasing bursts as he shuddered again and again underneath her still undulating hips.



Her orgasm had not satisfied Amazonian Woman, far from it. It seemed the more she sought and achieved relief, the more she needed more. She drank a full tumbler of water in an attempt to quench her thirst and then immediately poured herself one of her health drinks from the refrigerator standing in the corner of the room. She replaced the bottle and made her way across to her plant, stopping a foot or two away as she contemplated the long, green, oily shaft.

What was it about this damn thing that intrigued her so, she wondered? Only a couple of days ago she had met Venus Flytrap, and thought that she might have attempted to poison her. But instead, the fugitive had been open and truthful with her. And instead of any sort of plot, here she was, two days later, in urgent need of sex. Perhaps that was the plot, she idly thought, then laughed inwardly at the absurdity of the idea.

But there was a serious side to this. Venus had told her she had some news of immense importance and yet she still had not made any further contact with Amazonian Woman. At that thought, the Amazonian turned on her heels and made her way to her telephone to listen to her messages. What was she thinking? That was usually the first thing she did on her return to Headquarters. This horniness inside her was having a weird effect, she thought. She really did need to get laid, anything to satisfy this immense burning inside her. 

She took a long drink as she deleted the few messages, wondering why none of them had been from the botanist. And as her thoughts returned to both Venus Flytrap and Wonderman, she glanced over her shoulder at the plant again. She recalled the satisfaction she had gained during her previous fantasy when she had imagined the stem was Wonderman's penis and shuddered in arousal at the thought. Perhaps another fantasy might work?

She picked up her glass and took another sip, attempting to moisten the full lips that were already feeling dry. She slowly walked over to the window, looking at the plant from a different angle, but it seemed just the same, just as inviting. She sank onto her haunches again, pulling the thin robe around her, and tentatively reached out again, running her fingers across the top of the bulbous head of the stem.

She moaned aloud, that touch felt so good, even better than she remembered. She slipped her hand down onto the deliciously coated shaft, beginning to stroke the long stem again, but this time there was nothing tentative about her movements. She was masturbating the green phallus, firmly caressing the long shaft with long, sweeping strokes from top to bottom, and then twisting her hand around the thickness before again returning to the head.

As before, this was no longer a plant, it was Wonderman's rigid weapon there in front of her, demanding attention. But this time, he was not resisting her touch, he was urging her on. If anything, the shaft in her hand was responding to her ministrations, growing longer and harder, just as she knew Wonderman's penis would do. It must have been a trick of her mind, she thought, feeling an impressive sense of control, bending this male Superhero's urge to meet her needs.

She could feel the incredible wetness between her thighs as her hand worked on the shaft. It really did seem to be bigger than before and she thought that if she could arouse a plant, then even Wonderman would not be able to resist her. Her bright eyes were closed as she increased the speed of her hand movements, imagining his moans ringing in her ears. Her arousal was intensifying to fever pitch now.

She half opened her eyes and looked down at the erotic sight in front of her, her hands whirring up and down the stem. She couldn't hold back and fell forward, her lush, red mouth covering the bulbous end as once more she took Wonderman's eagerly waiting manhood between her red, succulent, glossy lips, sucking as far down the shaft as she could take. 

The moans in her mind were louder now, Wonderman brought to heel by her working mouth.

As the familiar sensation ran through her body, she pulled her head away for a brief second and held the shaft between her hands. Just as she was about to engulf him again, an image of Venus appeared, a naked picture of the woman, imploring her to rub the stem against her wet vulva through the robe that had fallen open. It was as if a bolt of electricity hit her and as soon as the thought appeared, she acted, gently easing her body forward and above the stem.

She was not too sure about what she was doing but there was not the slightest possibility that she could have prevented herself. Automatically, she lowered her body onto the plant's shaft, feeling the bulbous head easily slip between her wet folds. A jolt of electricity ran through her as she smoothly slid down, capturing the full length of his shaft deep within her wet core. Slowly, she began moving up and down, listening to his moans in her mind.

It felt so incredibly good and after a few seconds she began to increase the pressure of her movements, her breath quickening as she ground her now sweating body up and down hard on top of Wonderman, rotating her hips as she fixed her feet onto the floor for extra purchase. 

Her voluptuous breasts bounced deliciously under the thin robe as she took her pleasure, occasionally slowing so that just the head was still inside her, before smoothly sliding back down, capturing the long, thick shaft deep within her once more. The undulations of her hips became faster as she began to raise the tempo, wanting this to go on forever but knowing she would not last much longer. 

Moaning out loud as she felt the pre orgasmic sensations begin to overwhelm her, she increased the speed of her down-thrusts, the smooth flanks of her inner thighs pistoning relentlessly back and forth in a rapid circular motion on the thick, green, shaft until she could restrain herself no longer. She emitted a long, low, gurgling groan of pleasure and slid her fingers down onto her shiny, protruding clitoris, working the hard nubbin as she cried out, her orgasm overwhelming her, electrifying her shaking, trembling body. 

Momentarily, she wondered if Wonderman had cum, too.



Myra Jean could not understand the way she was feeling. Every male face looked attractive, every male body looked fit. The club appeared to be inhabited by only beautiful people and she had a strong, horny, wantonness running through her body. She made an excuse to find her way to the ladies whilst Huntergirl found their reserved booth and ordered drinks. 

Running her hands under the cold water, she splashed her cheeks and forehead, attempting to somehow dampen the rampant sexuality she was feeling throughout her burning body. She knew she was excited that this was her first anniversary, and that she was longing to see her husband when he returned. But if he did not arrive soon, she might have to return to the ladies and relieve herself, she certainly could not survive the evening feeling like this!

Her condition was not helped when she returned to the booth. She saw that large the club stage was divided into two, with exotic male dancers on one side and female dancers on the other. Their small, glassed booth was beside the front of the stage, close to the women performers. Myra Jean's shocked light blue eyes turned and stared at Huntergirl. Her bow-like lips were wide apart in shock and trembled slightly as she attempted to speak.

"Huntergirl..."

The Superheroine simply smiled, raising both eyebrows in response.

"Huntergirl," she gasped again. "This can't be... This is a strip club!"

The beautiful Superheroine laughed, smoothing her stunning white dress and throwing back her sandy coloured hair.

"No! Of course, it's not," she lied. "It's exotic dancing..."

Myra Jean still looked at her, aghast.

"Do you think the Super heroes would support a strip joint? Let's not be stupid. It's a quite legit exotic dancing club. Quite upmarket, too. We've all been here before, including StunMan."

Myra Jean's jaw dropped. "StunMan...?"

"Of course," Huntergirl lied. "Why do you think he recommended it for tonight's party?"

She watched Myra Jean's bright, aroused, eyes cloud as she tried to compute what she was being told. Huntergirl knew her story was plausible and was also aware that feeling the way she was, StunMan's wife would probably swallow just about anything she was told.

"If you want to know what I think," Huntergirl added. "I think he wants you nice and randy when he gets home...."

She laughed and stroked Myra Jean's knee, running her tanned hand up and under her skirt, along her thigh. She could feel the blonde woman's body tremble at her touch, confirming just how aroused she must be feeling.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well what?" Myra Jean replied, a little vacantly.

"Are you feeling randy?" Huntergirl asked. "I am!" 

"You are?" responded the blonde woman. "God, Huntergirl, so am I. I can't imagine what it is that has me feeling like this but I think I'll jump on StunMan when I see him."

They both laughed and Huntergirl felt Myra Jean shiver again as the Superheroine removed her hand from her companion's shapely thigh by running the back of her fingertips along her skin.

"What do you think, then," Huntergirl asked, nodding across the stage to the far side, where a couple of nearly nude black male dancers were gyrating in time to the music.

"Very impressive," laughed Myra Jean, loosening up a little.

The fact that her husband had set up the party at the club legitimised it in her mind, although she would need to speak to him about his previous attendance without telling her. Her lustful state was allowing her to view things differently and had she known, she would have made sure she had accompanied him on his visits.

"Well hung," whispered Huntergirl.

Myra Jean jerked her head towards the Superheroine, who nodded her pretty head across to the two male dancers.

"Or so I'm told," she added, and the two women collapsed with laughter. 

Myra Jean stared across at both dancers, clothed only in thin shorts that left little to the imagination.

"Wouldn't you like to fuck one of them?" the Superheroine asked.

"Huntergirl?!" shouted Mary Jane, her eyes widening and her sex become even wetter than it already was.

"Just joking," said the sandy haired Superheroine, and they both laughed. "But all the same...." 

They laughed again, and then Huntergirl saw Nancy come on stage, close to them, beginning to dance beside another short haired girl.

"What about the women," she asked, on cue, pointing at the two females. "Don't you think there is something sexy about a woman dancing?"

"Yes... No... I've never thought about it," Myra Jean replied.

"Oh, I do," whispered the Superheroine. "Just look at the young brunette, the way she moves her body. There is something so sensual about it, don't you think?"

As she spoke, she again ran her hand along Myra Jean's thigh, softly stroking with both sides of her fingertips. She watched as Myra Jean's eyes half closed at the contact, a soft purring sound coming from her mouth.

"Nice?" asked the Superheroine. 

"Oh yes," the blonde woman answered, not being exactly sure as to what Huntergirl was referring to but feeling blissfully sensual in any case.

Nancy had worked her way over to the booth, swaying very close to the two women, provocatively working her body before slipping off her thin blouse and then kicking of her skirt. She continued her gyrations in just a lacy black bra and thong. Myra Jean could see that she had a perfect body. Her large, lightly tanned, upthrusting young breasts were thrusting against the material of the brassiere and she could see the bullet like nipples trying to burst through the thin material. 

Huntergirl's hands were continuing her slow, stroking movements along Myra Jean's leg, her fingers again under the dress and running high up her toned leg. The blonde woman knew that she should not be doing that, but the feeling was so delicious and anyway, this was her friend.

"Hot, isn't she," Huntergirl whispered. 

Myra Jean could only agree, this dancing woman was indeed hot by anyone's standards. Her light blue eyes were glued to the swaying body on the stage not more than two or three yards in front of her as Huntergirl continued with her gentle stroking. God, she wished StunMan was there. She really did need to visit the ladies to relieve the incredible burning running through her body.

"I have an idea," she heard Huntergirl say.

She felt the Superheroine plant a soft kiss on the side of her neck and she lazily turned her burning face to look at her. God, those rich, crimson super-lips seemed so tantalising.

"What we want is a private dance," Huntergirl whispered, pulling the innocent and exceptionally aroused woman to her feet. "Follow me."



If StunMan thought his pleasure was sated, he was wrong. As he began to recover, he felt the burning flame of desire begin to grow again and as he let out an involuntary moan, Raven realised his condition and gave a lustful smile. Swinging herself around to face down his body, she sat across his chest and lowered her mouth to his growing hardness, wasting no time in performing her vacuuming technique and bringing him to yet another full erection.

As soon as she was satisfied with his size, she snaked her hips forward and without him fully realising what she was doing, she had settled her eager hips against his rounded head and heard him give a helpless whimper as she slowly engulfed his length into her wet, tight body. At long last, she thought as her welcoming body took him inside. Three long years! 

She gasped softly as she settled all of her weight down on his hips and immediately began to rotate her hips in circular, thrusting movements. Her full breasts swayed as she moved and she brought her hands to caress them, feeling their delicious shape as she rubbed her hard, brown nipples with her palms. She knew he could not prevent this final fuck, fully aware that his powers had already been severely weakened by his two orgasms and also that the powerful Substance AG inside him would force him on despite himself.

Instinctively, she decided to raise the ante. She eased herself off him and somehow swung herself across the bed to find the switch to the bedside lamp. Flicking it on, she saw him clench his eyes to the sudden light shining straight at him, and she took the opportunity to remount, but this time facing him. She watched as he adjusted to the light but had no intention of pausing, or allowing him to do so either, and began her circular hip rotations again, clenching her internal muscles on his captured shaft as she did. 

Hearing his groans, she increased her thrusts, humping her pelvis faster on him now, feeling his automatic response to her pace. Her wide open beautifully full, pink lips grinned as she waited for the reaction when his sight returned and was rewarded by his wild-eyed, disbelieving stare. For a few moments, it appeared he was seemingly unable to comprehend what his eyes were telling him.

"Raven..." he croaked, his voice barely discernable. 

She made no attempt at answering, instead utilising a deliberate shrug of her shoulders to emphasise the sway of her jutting breasts as she worked on him. She watched as his eyes were drawn to the erect, brown peaks standing to attention on her perfect, golden-flecked, swinging orbs.

"Raven..." he gasped again. 

The enormity of what was happening began to infiltrate his mind and now he understood why his wife had changed into a wild, wanton spirit. This was The Doc's widow that had been servicing him since he returned home, and despite himself the realisation sent an extra, illicit, thrill charging through his bucking, aroused body. 

But then he realised what he was doing, knew that this was all wrong. He had been tricked and he had to stop this. Immediately! 

Just as he reached the decision to unseat this unwelcome yet exciting seductress, Raven anticipated his thoughts and leant forward to grasp his wrists, pinning his arms to the bed. She slowed her movements and stared into his alarmed, hazel eyes as she began to rotate again on his impressively erect shaft, even harder than he than ever known it as a result of this unexpected turn of events.




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He heard himself moan at the incredible sensations she was creating, her now leisurely but deadly undulating movements creating an extra infusion of arousal in him. Fuck, he had to stop this, but for some reason his body felt weak and those incredible sensations she was drawing out of him were becoming too much for him. 

She was leaning over him as she fucked him, her gold-flecked eyes staring into his to emphasise the control she had and the pleasure she was providing. When she saw him close his eyes in an attempt to shut her out, she pulled his wrists upwards and raised his hands to her delicious bouncing globes. 

His mouth was dry and he found he was unable to prevent himself from grasping her jutting breasts, feeling the incredible hardness of her nipples against his palms. He saw her smile widen as his hands held her and watched helplessly as she threw her head back as she began to build up the pace. She wanted to cum and to take him over the edge with her.

She dragged his hands downwards, holding them to her smooth hips as she fucked down on him, an animal now, riding her own pleasure, using him to gain maximum enjoyment. She had turned into a wildcat and her deliciously smacking against his naked thighs and the urgency of her movements, conveyed that she was not far away. Nor was he and as she thrust up and down, she purred at the knowledge that his hips were now finding the same rhythm as her own.

Neither spoke as they hurtled towards the finishing line, any hopes that StunMan harboured of unseating the gold-flecked haired temptress and being faithful to Myra Jean long gone. Leaning forward again, her moist pink tongue found the inside of his ear and it was then that his orgasm hit him. Despite himself, he cried out loudly, his sperm erupting inside her in thick ropes as she took him to the limit. 

As he continued to fire inside her, Raven's overworked body could take no more and she exploded too, convulsing wildly on top of his jerking form, her beautiful face contorted with pleasure at her own orgasm and at the sensations created by his. Her victory over the attractive young Superhero who had slumped underneath her, completely drained, was complete. 



Nancy was waiting for them in the small room. It had been previously arranged that when she saw Huntergirl pull a non-too reluctant Myra Jean to her feet, she should immediately leave the stage and exit into the small room which was normally used for lap dances. And she would make sure that this was going to be a dance StunMan's wife would never forget.

Myra Jean looked at Huntergirl as they entered the room, having seen the exotic dancer waiting for them. Her hungry, light blue eyes were staring, barely able to hide the incredible burning sensation inside her body and yet at the same time, conveying an innocent look of bewilderment. She had never been in a situation like this, or even a club like this, in her life and she was unsure of what she should be doing, how she should react. 

All she knew was that she wanted StunMan. She needed sex.

"Okay," Huntergirl softly said, pulling the blonde woman down onto a chair beside her as Nancy switched on the music and began to undulate her body.

She moved with a grace, but at times in the most provocative way possible, dancing close to the two women but focusing more on Myra Jean, in line with the plan. The blonde watched as she danced, transfixed, her eyes glued to the sensual body movements she was seeing. Her sexual arousal ran up another couple of notches as the eroticism of the situation further fuelled the fire burning deep within her.

Huntergirl's eyes were partly on the dancing woman, but kept flicking to her blonde friend, gauging the increases in her arousal levels from her heavy breathing and the way she continually licked her bow-like lips. She surreptitiously snaked an arm around Myra Jean's shoulder, casually stroking her blonde hair and the side of her neck and being rewarded with a dreamy like sigh from her aroused prey. Her other hand dropped to the slim, long, leg beside her, her soft fingertips renewing the stroking motions she had instigated in the booth.

Nancy was focussing exclusively on Myra Jean now, smiling as the almost hypnotised woman watched her every move. First it was Wonderman's girlfriend, and now it was StunMan's wife! Her own arousal levels were high and irrespective of their plan, she wanted to satiate herself on this stunning Superhero's wife. 

Reaching behind her, she unhooked her brassiere and freed her large, lightly tanned, upthrusting young breasts, shaking them at the enthralled young woman from a distance of no more than a couple of feet away.

"Fucking hot," Huntergirl whispered to the innocent blonde, her highly skilled tongue licking along her neck just beneath her blonde locks.

Myra Jean just nodded, watching as Nancy turned away and then whirled around to face her again, her large breasts bouncing as she did. The blonde woman let out a small moan as she watched the full, upthrusting globes bounce and then settle back into place. Her mouth felt dry, her hands clammy. Her sex was wet and needed attention, but she could not tear her eyes away from this voluptuous young brunette performing in front of her.

As Nancy slowly started dancing towards Myra Jean, Huntergirl took this as her cue to slowly unzip the back of the blonde's dress, slipping her fingers inside and deftly unhooking the sheer, white brassiere. Myra Jean felt the covering slacken and looked down, and then across at Huntergirl, who smiled sweetly in return as she pulled the dress and brassiere away, exposing her delicious milky-white globes. 

She opened her mouth to say something but realised that Nancy was now kneeling between her legs, pressing her curvaceous body against her, leaning up and into her so that their breasts pressed against each other. The blonde gasped at the sensation, feeling Nancy's hard nipples pressing into her, and her own erect tips pressing back. She felt the dancer's body continue to writhe to the music, massaging her full globes against her body. 

It felt heavenly and she felt that she might climax if she continued the delicious friction. As her bow-like lips parted with a soft gasp, she could not resist parting her legs wider to release some of the tension. She turned to look at Huntergirl, only for the Superheroine to reach out and turn her face back towards Nancy. 

The dancer stared the blonde in the eyes as she leaned forward and kissed her on those beautiful, bow-like lips, her hot tongue sliding into the shocked mouth. At first Myra Jean resisted, but as she felt the soft lips working on her, she found it difficult to hold back and began to return the kiss, her soft hand reaching around Nancy's neck to pull and hold her beautiful head closely into her own.

The Superhero's wife felt a soft pair of hands encircle her soft breasts and pulled her head away to see that Huntergirl had shifted her chair so that she now sat behind her, and was gently fondling her soft globes. She gasped at the thought of this Superheroine, her friend, pleasuring her body and felt herself tense, as she felt her climax rapidly approaching. 

Her knees tightly gripped the dancer, her body spread-eagled back against the chair, her heart pounding, as the orgasm overtook her. She shook her head as she trembled, disbelieving that she could reach an orgasm so quickly, without her sex being touched. But she had, her body continuing to shudder in the sandwich that the two women had created.

Nancy purred. This was amazing, the blonde woman was as aroused as Louisa Layne had been and she intended to take full advantage. She pushed Huntergirl's hands away from the milky-white breasts and replaced them with her pouting mouth, her soft lips devouring each nipple in turn, biting, licking and sucking until the blonde threw her head back and shuddered again and again as a second orgasm overcame her.

Nancy looked at Huntergirl. "So impressive," she purred.

Huntergirl smiled back. Impressive indeed. This young woman was on a sexual high that would only increase as they worked on her. She slid her hands back to the milky-white breasts as Nancy's mouth worked its way down to her stomach, whilst the dancer's deft hands pulled off the short black dress and shed it onto the floor, quickly followed by the white, wet panties. For a moment, her eyes devoured the erotic, white strip of pubic hair that crowned her sex, and then she lowered her head as the blonde willingly opened her thighs to accommodate her.

She circled her hot tongue around the already swollen, pink clitoris, feeling the blonde's body jerk against her mouth as her third orgasm appeared from nowhere. The sensation was like offering food to the dancer, she had never known a woman cum so often, so quickly, and the fact that it was StunMan's wife only contributed to her own increasing arousal. She held the wanton little nub between her lips until Myra Jean's climax abated and then allowed her hot tongue to continue on its erotic journey. 

Myra Jean could not understand how she was here and what it was that she was allowing this woman to do to her, nor why Huntergirl was still caressing her sensitive breasts. But what she did realise was that her body needed this so very badly and she found herself pushing her bottom back against the chair whilst spreading her legs even further to allow Nancy more opportunity to bring her more of those exquisite sensations. 

This was sexual heaven, she thought, not wanting to betray her Superhero husband, but realising she was powerless to prevent her aroused body from searching for further excruciatingly powerful release. She kept telling herself that because this was with two women, she was not being unfaithful in the true sense.

Huntergirl grinned as her tongue continued to play along Myra Jean's neck, watching as the previously innocent young wife was stretching her milky, white thighs apart to allow room to repeatedly hump herself against Nancy's pleasuring, hot tongue. The Superheroine roughly manipulated the two milky-white globes in her hands, feeling a strong arousal beginning to quickly form between her own thighs.

Relishing the control she had over the young woman's body, Nancy increased the pace of her hot tongue whilst at the same time, her eager fingers slipped inside the welcoming body, eliciting a gasp from the blonde. As she ever so gently found and began to tease her swollen G-spot, she felt the firm hips frantically gyrating on her face as yet another orgasm swept through the sexually lost woman. 

This was going to be a deliciously long night, she wickedly thought.

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Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 06



Continuing the theme of trying something new, this is a completely different idea and approach to that of 'Vegas', but one that has fascinated me for some time. And in writing this, I have taken on board feedback on my first posting, which suggested a tinge of disappointment with the balance between poker and erotica... there is none of the former and the focus in this storyline is most definitely the latter.

And as always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.

DAY SIX: THE FINAL PIECES FALL INTO PLACE

As Poison Ivy cradled the black telephone after her call, she allowed a small smile to spread across the edges of her pale, glossy lips. She had been able to tell the unqualified success of her plan from the richness of Amazonian Woman's voice. This was a woman who was on a sexual high, and Venus knew exactly what that had meant. Clearly, her plant had done its work.

She had also been able to form a clear view from the breathless warmth in Amazonian Woman's voice that the Superheroine had been pleased to receive her call, clearly associating the strong, sexual sensations that the plant had aroused in her, with the woman who had supplied it. 

When creating the plant, as only she could, Venus had not only secreted the Substance AG chemical in its pores but she had also implanted a strong aroma of Wonderman, knowing the direction that would take Amazonian Woman's thoughts. And to complete the delicious mixture, she had infused the plant with her own sweet scent, knowing that the images created would ensure that she and Wonderman would be the two people that Amazonian Woman would fantasise about whilst utilising the plant. 

For her trap to work with the most senior of the Superheroines, Venus knew that she had to take a risk. Allowing Amazonian Woman to imbibe herself in such a way would make her vulnerable to any sort of sexual situation, especially should her and Wonderman's paths cross before Venus met her again. But that was a risk she had to take, and now she was in a position to implement her plan. 

She knew that the orgasms Amazonian Woman would have given herself by using her plant would have weakened her powers, but was also aware that it was necessary for the involvement of another being to successfully take her powers away from her. That was the role that Raven had assigned her. And that was the task she would give herself so much pleasure in carrying out.

As yet, she was unclear on exactly how to carry out the seduction. That much could only be determined by circumstances and despite Amazonian Woman's state of arousal, experience had taught Venus to take nothing for granted. 

She would circle her prey once Amazonian Woman arrived at her apartment, play with her mind, and only then would she feel in a position to execute her trap. But at least she was clear on her instrument of 'execution', she thought, the smile returning to her soft, pale lips.



It had not been that difficult. Raven had arranged for a couple of armed heavies to rob a small drug store, the idea being for the two of them to rough up the four staff who worked there, with a threat to 'take care' of the attractive young female assistant. 

Whilst holding the others at gun point, the two of them explained in some detail what they intended doing to the girl and emphasised the point by stroking her fabulous young body through her white, store uniform. That much was straightforward enough, the plan had been a deliberately basic one. The men were given their instructions as to how far they could go and they were sufficiently experienced to make the whole exercise look real enough. 

The next step was the difficult one, ensuring that the news reached Feline Woman just too late for her to prevent the two making their getaway. 

That would allow the second part of their plan to be put into action and that was to turn Lucas into an instant hero. To do so, split second precision was a necessity and by following Huntergirl's suggestions, they made sure that the Feline Superheroine was called into action just late enough to allow the scene to conclude itself.

Lucas walked in on the robbery, apparently by accident, and made himself an instantaneous star by tackling the two men. Whilst he naturally came off second best, the heavies were under orders not to carry out any real harm to him and to escape from the premises with their haul of money and drugs left behind as a result of Lucas's intervention.

That way, not only had Lucas prevented the robbery, and appeared as if he had taken a beating for it, he had also prevented the grateful young assistant from a fate she had not dared contemplate.

The grateful staff were in the process of helping him recover from his injuries when Feline Woman arrived and after waiting for the police and providing them with a full description, he modestly insisted that he wanted no publicity. He left the building a little later, with Feline Woman offering to walk him to get a taxi. That was exactly what he wanted.

As they hit the street, he stumbled and Feline Woman grabbed his arm to steady him. As she did so, he kissed her on her left cheek.

"What?" she began, turning her head towards him, only to find he kissed her on the right cheek.

As her eyes blazed with anger, he laughed and held his hands up.

"Guilty as charged," he said, smiling softly. "I've never met a Superheroine and i stole two kisses."

He held out his hands, holding them together in a mock pose in case she wanted to handcuff him.

"I'll go quietly," he said.

For some reason Feline Woman felt a sudden arousal flash through her, and any anger she had immediately vanished into the night air. She laughed.



It would not be long before Melissa had planned to leave the Headquarters' building, with BlackCat Girl, but before that moment arrived, she was wickedly determined to test out the young girl who seemed to so perfectly co-ordinate the Super hero and heroine activities. The curvaceous, twenty year old had plenty of attitude, a quality Melissa loved, and had recently displayed an almost defiant manner whenever Melissa had any sort of contact with her.

That only made the diminutive, young seductress even more determined to tame the stunning young, blonde woman. She had frequently licked her lips as Holly had blatantly flaunted her figure, with the section of waist that displayed the delicious dove-like belly button ring habitually on show. And as for the thrusting cleavage that occasionally threatened to burst out of one of her low cut tops, and those perfect, shapely, peach-like buttocks... 

But of even more interest was the knowledge that after her interview with BlackCat Girl, she had watched the young Superhero head for the recording room. Following her, Melissa had seen BlackCat Girl enter then quickly leave the room and before going after her, she had snuck up to peek through the crack in the recording room door. To her delight, she had seen the unsuspecting twenty-year old use her hands to hurriedly finish what it appeared she had started during the interview. 

Now Melissa was the voyeur and she watched for the few seconds it took Holly to reach her orgasm, after which she made her way towards BlackCat Girl's room just as the blonde young assistant began to recover. Since then, the sexy young girl had given Melissa surreptitious glances every now and again, especially when Melissa had been displaying some flesh of her own, and she thought that if her instincts were correct, she could indulge herself before returning to Raven Towers. 

She had successfully maintained BlackCat Girl's arousal throughout her short stay, and had convinced the Superheroine that her loss of powers was virus induced and that the two of them should go off together on a short break. But that was for a little later. 

As BlackCat Girl slept after another heavy session with Melissa, the diminutive seductress prepared to test her intuition with the young, blonde girl. Holly was by herself in the main rest area, her feet tucked under her as she watched the television, when Melissa slid into the room wearing a thigh length plain dress, specifically chosen for the occasion.

"Hi," she purred, leaning over and kissing the young assistant on the cheek before she knew what was happening.

Holly pulled away, making a point of wiping the kiss from her face. Too late, thought Melissa with an inward grin. Too late.

"Where's BlackCat Girl?" the grumpy young woman responded 

"Sleeping. I think this virus has really taken it out of her."

"Hmmm," mumbled Holly petulantly. "I bet."

"Meaning?" asked Melissa, flopping down onto the opposite side of the couch to the young woman. 

She took a sip of her coffee and set down the mug on the glass table in front of them. Holly looked at Melissa with some disdain, raising her eyebrows as if to suggest that diminutive woman opposite her knew exactly what it was she was referring to. 

Melissa was amused and decided, for the moment, to let it go. In fact this might create the perfect opportunity...

"You sound cross with me?" she asked.

"Now why would I be cross?" Holly responded, her sweet blonde eyebrows raising again.

"Tell you what," suggested Melissa, starting to get up off the seat and move towards the young girl. "Give me a hug and we'll start this conversation again."

A hug and one more kiss, she thought. And then you'll be mine. In normal circumstances she would have gone for a conventional seduction, but time was against her. Unfortunately for her, so was Holly's hand. 

She held it up as Melissa started to cover the distance between them, her eyes blazing.

"No, I don't need a hug. I'm cool."

Melissa smiled. She knew she would see how cool the angry young woman was in a few moments, when her kiss kicked in. It was a shame was unable to deposit another kiss, but on anyone other than a Superhero, even one would have a significant effect.

"What's up, Holly?" she asked.

As she did, she flopped back down on the couch but pulling her legs up so that the young assistant could see her tanned, naked thighs under her skirt. She saw the girl's soft, brown eyes drawn to her shapely legs before she quickly pulled them away.

"Okay, you asked," Holly said, her accusing tone apparent. "First, I've hardly seen BlackCat Girl since you arrived and quite frankly, I feel I'm missing a good friend. And..."

"And...?"

Holly shifted uncomfortably, but then took a deep breath as her defiant smouldering eyes stared into Melissa's.

"And I've heard the two of you."

"Heard what?" asked Melissa, softening her voice.

"You know..."

"I don't..." 

Of course, Melissa did. But she wanted the frustrated young girl to introduce the subject.

The brightbrown eyes stared defiantly again, as if they were attempting to look right into Melissa's mind. Then they softened and she looked away.

"It doesn't matter..."

"Tell me," Melissa insisted.

Holly looked at her, her eyes momentarily drooping again to Melissa's long legs as her would be seductress deliberately shifted position, allowing them to open further.

"I said," the young blonde spat out, emphasising each word, "It doesn't matter..."

"Oh but it does," Melissa responded. "And I know exactly what you mean."

Holly looked at her, her eyes having now taken on a different complexion. Almost lustful, Melissa thought with a smile. Substance AG was kicking in. 

She held Holly's challenging eyes in hers as she spoke. "You mean you've heard us fucking..."



Amazonian Woman felt an incredible surge of arousal as she travelled to the address provided to her by Venus Flytrap. She knew that, in part, the excitement was as a result of finding out exactly what it was that this strange yet compelling woman had to tell her. Whilst she had partly dismissed Venus's proposition that she knew something that could alter the shape of the world, the fact that her truth-band had confirmed her words to be accurate was a puzzle. 

She would listen to what this mysterious woman had to say with great interest!

But the other part of the buzz that pervaded her whole being was simply the fact that she was going to see the woman again. Her mind carried images of Venus's voice urging her on as she attacked the plant's stem, Wonderman's thick penis, with her mouth. She remembered the vision of the botanist's naked body as Venus had encouraged her to take the stem inside her. 

She realised that she was in an acute state of sexual excitement and that feeling was somehow entwined with the woman she was about to meet.

The thought of walking into a trap was still on her mind, but then if the trap allowed her to rid herself of these all pervading sexual feelings, that might be worthwhile. She chastised herself for having such a wicked thought, but knew she would not be able to get rid of these sensations until her body gained the relief it needed. 

But how that was going to happen in her unattached state, she had no idea.

After taking the call, she had headed straight for the plant and had fucked herself once again. But as she had done so, thinking of Wonderman and his immense penis whilst bringing herself to the edge, it was a picture of Venus Flytrap that her mind had also conjured up and she had held onto that image as she reached another orgasm. 

The orgasm had been satisfying enough, but she realised with a deep sigh that it had only left her burning body desperate for even more. 



"The City owes you a favour," Feline Woman smiled, as Lucas dropped his hands to his sides.

"You are not going to handcuff me, then?"

She laughed along with him. "Not this time," she responded.

"Okay... in that case, could I call in the favour?" he asked, looking to exploit the opening as they stood outside the store on the corner of the street.

"What do you mean?" she asked warily.

"Well, it's not every day I meet a Superhero," he retorted, his grey eyes shining brightly. "Have you eaten?" he asked.

"I'll eat when I return..." she began.

 "Please?" he implored, his attractive deep brown eyes shining at her. "Then we'll be even."

"Two kisses don't mean we're even?" she asked, twitching her nose.

"You just said the City owes me a favour," he immediately responded. 

She laughed again.

"Please?" he repeated.

She could not help but feel another surge of arousal. This man was very attractive and for some reason she felt a strong sexual chemistry between them. But then, he was a mortal.

"One hour," he said, not allowing her to dwell for too long. "Spend one hour with me. We'll have a quick meal and then you can be on your way. Please?" 

As she stared at him, he pointed behind her. She glanced in the direction of his finger and saw the sign over the restaurant window. 

"Chinese food?" he said. It was a question, not a comment.

"I love Chinese food," she answered, her sparkling green eyes beginning to sparkle.

"And I love black haired women wearing skin-tight, black, leather," he replied. "Especially those who have such ravishing beauty and a body to match."

She felt the arousal multiply inside her. This was the first time he had complimented her, the first occasion he had mentioned anything sexual, and whereas that would normally have been a turn off for her, in this case it had the opposite effect.

"One hour only," she said.

"In that case," he said, taking her arm and softly kissing her cheek, "We have no time to waste."

That was the third time his lips had found her cheek and he knew the impact it would have. He doubted there was any way that anyone could have persuaded this black haired beauty to join him for dinner under normal circumstances and so she had to be feeling the effect from his earlier kisses. 

That third kiss should clinch the deal, he thought. If it had anything like the impact it had had with Louisa Layne, he was in for a treat.

The waiter led them to their table and they immediately ordered, choosing a banquet for two. Feline Woman refused the offer of wine and instead asked for water. She saw him give her an amused look and raised a quizzical eyebrow. He leant forward conspiratorially.

"Look around," he whispered. "Everyone is looking at us. Do you think it's me they are interested in?"

She laughed, a purring, sexy laugh. "I get used to it," she responded.

"Oh," he said, his chin dropping in disappointment.

She frowned. "What?"

"Then it isn't me they are looking at," he said, his eyes half closed in mock disappointment.

She laughed again and this time he joined in. 

Suddenly she felt his foot touch her leg and a jolt of electricity ran through her toned body. She licked her lips as her shapely bottom squirmed in her seat and whilst she felt heat rising around her neck, she made no effort to move her leg away from what could well have been a completely innocent touch.

The food quickly arrived and whilst they became engrossed in conversation, she was definitely aware of the compelling sexual tension that was building between them. He seemed to know an incredible amount about all the Superheroes, but perhaps that was not surprising as he confessed himself to be a keen fan of them all, particularly of hers.

She could not help but feel the burning inside her body at every compliment and the feeling was compounded by the continuous stroking of his foot against her leg. It may have been innocuous, she thought, but it was producing a particularly sensual impression on her body and mind. 

"I have seen so many photographs of you," he murmured. "And I've watched you on so many telecasts. I thought I knew everything about you, Feline Woman. But I didn't realise just how beautiful you are in the flesh."

She felt herself redden as she stared into those attractive dark brown eyes and blushed further as she watched them drop to her superbly full breasts, and then travel up and down her body.

"Nor did I know how incredibly sexy your figure is," he added.

 She felt herself blushing brightly now, and strangely enough, what she would have considered to be cheesy chat up lines not worth a second thought were having quite an effect. She was feeling turned on to a degree she did not think possible. Giving a large gulp, she eased the dryness in her throat by draining the last of her water. 

"Our hour is up," was all she could respond.

He grinned and nodded, motioning for the waiter. Five minutes later he had paid the bill and they stepped out into the darkness of the evening, interrupted by the bright streetlights running down the road.

"I don't live far," he said. "Would you mind walking back with me before you go?"

She smiled and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Frightened they will come back or afraid of the dark?" she softly purred.

"Neither," he answered, maintaining contact with her sparkling, green eyes. "I just don't feel able to let you go, yet."

The feeling is mutual, she thought, leaning into him as he again planted a firm kiss on her cheek.

That must do it, he told himself. Four kisses. Four injections of Substance AG. She would soon be beside herself.




Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 06



"Well?" he asked, as innocently as he could.

She smiled and linked his arm.



Holly's throat was dry. There had been silence between the two women since Melissa had thrown down that most challenging of words. Fucking.

"Well?" Melissa asked, keeping up the pressure.

"Whatever," said Holly, squirming slightly. 

Her breathing had become a little ragged as images of the two women together filled her mind. The conversation was definitely having an arousing effect on her. She had not expected that.

"And what about you?" asked Melissa, pulling the hem of her dress up her thighs as she made herself more comfortable, in what in other circumstances could have been taken as an innocent gesture.

"What do you mean?" Holly asked, her deep, brown eyes blazing again.

"It's quite simple," responded Melissa. "BlackCat Girl became aroused when she was interviewing me. And so did you!"

"I did NOT," replied the angry but sexually stimulated young girl, placing a stronger emphasis on each word.

"Is that right?" asked Melissa, enjoying the fact she was now firmly in the driving seat and had the conversation heading in the direction she wanted.

Holly looked away, refusing to speak and refusing to return the intense gaze that she knew was aimed at her.

"Then answer me this," Melissa softly breathed. "Why did you masturbate during the interview? And why did you make yourself cum straight afterwards."

Holly's head jerked around, staring wide-eyed at Melissa but with the defiance gone, replaced by a blush.

"I ..."

"Tut, tut," interrupted Melissa. "I know. I saw you."

The wide, dark brown eyes widened even further and the blush deepened. She opened her sensual mouth to respond, but instead turned her head away and sat back into the thick cushions.

"Hey," said Melissa, keeping her voice as soft and comforting as she could. "That's perfectly okay. I masturbate too, whenever I'm aroused."

Holly did not speak but Melissa could see from the way the twenty year olds breasts were sharply rising and falling, that she was turned on by the conversation. If she could manoeuvre another kiss, that would clinch it, but it was difficult to see how that would come about. Instead, she took a different tack.

"Are you turned on now, Holly?" she asked.

The blonde girl gave no response but if anything the intensity of her breathing had increased.

"I am," continued Melissa, keeping the seduction on course. She crossed and re-crossed her legs, displaying more thigh. "I'm really sorry, Holly. Would you mind?

As Holly looked across, Melissa slipped a tanned hand under her dress, opening her legs so that the twenty year old could see her touch herself over her panties." 

"I'm really sorry," she repeated. "It's just that... somehow... you have me all worked up."

This was crunch time. A second kiss and Holly would not have been able to resist. But right now, she was as equally likely to walk out of the room as to stay and become involved. Melissa closed her eyes and allowed a soft moan to escape her lips as her fingers lightly began to stroke herself. When she softly opened her soulful black eyes, she saw that Holly remained there on the couch, watching. 

She had her!

"Don't you just love that feeling?" she whispered, her narrowed eyes staring at the young girl as she started to sound a little breathless. 

She was determined to orgasm in front of the sexy assistant, in the expectation that such an act would release the lust that she knew was building inside the young blonde woman. She emphasised every move as Holly's hooded eyes followed her hand, both sets of breathing quite heavy now.

Her practiced fingers never broke the rhythm they established at her hot, slippery crotch and she watched as Holly's sensuous mouth opened as she watched Melissa expertly masturbate herself, the sharpening excitement of the watching girl forcing her breaths into shallow gasps of pleasure. The idea had been to draw Holly into her web but now she was in urgent need of reaching her orgasm.

As she approached the end of her journey, she ran her fingers more quickly over her rounded pubis, her eyes becoming soft slits of pleasure as she began to pant more heavily. Holly sensed the climax and after tearing her eyes away from the working fingers to stare into Melissa's face, she momentarily looked downwards.

"No," gasped Melissa, thrusting her hips upwards as she began to fall over the edge, "No, keep watching. I'm so close, I'm so close, keep watching, Holly."

The young blonde's deep, brown eyes briefly met Melissa's soulful black ones, before they dropped to the lewd and incredibly arousing scene in front of her. The working fingers were almost a blur and she felt herself gasp as the diminutive woman spread her legs wider, her feet pushing against the young assistant.

"Holly, I'm cumming," she gasped as the feeling overtook her. "Oh God, I'm cumming, baby." 

She saw that the twenty-year old's young tongue had unfurled as she licked her sensual lips and Holly's hands sneaked out to hold Melissa's shuddering legs as the most erotic scene of her young life concluded, the lustrous black haired woman's body jerking and jerking against her, their eyes locked on one another as Melissa slumped back, giving her voyeur a soft smile as the colour of her face slowly returned to normal. 

"That was so good, baby," she whispered. "Thanks so much for watching me, Holly, that made it really special."

Holly smiled faintly, her surliness gone and a burning feeling pervading her entire being. She could not wait to get back to her room to give herself relief and masturbate her own aroused body. There had been something so intensely special about watching another woman, and she wondered if it was the same, being watched?

Melissa's breathing was nearly back to normal, but her intense hypnotic eyes were still holding those of her young prey. She leaned forward, her lips slightly parted. She could see the sexual hunger in Holly's eyes, knowing how turned on she was from the kiss and then from the masturbation scene. Now it was all about taking things one step further. 

She spread her legs again and slid her fingers through her thick, black, heart shaped pubic hair and onto her aroused little nubbin again. Then she stretched out the leg that Holly was still holding and with her foot, she gently pushed one of Holly's legs away from the other, very slowly and very deliberately, spreading the girl's thighs. 

She watched Holly's deep brown eyes drop to the hand movements she had recommenced, and then back to her face. 

 "Masturbate with me," she softly asked the young girl.

She saw Holly bite her lips. She was on the verge of obeying.

"Please, Holly," Melissa murmured, running her toes up and down the girl's soft naked skin under her skirt.

She heard Holly let out a soft moan and watched as her breasts began to rise and fall against her light yellow top. She could see the outline of her nipples, standing out bullet like as a result of her arousal.

"Please, Holly," she repeated, "Masturbate with me."

Melissa watched as the young woman's slim hand began to move, imperceptibly at first, and then slowly slid down onto, and then under her skirt, the outline working its way between her soft legs.

"Good girl," she encouraged, her own hand continuing its wide circular movements. "I want us to cum together."

Even though Holly had just begun to touch herself, Melissa could tell she was near. The girl threw her head back, thinking of BlackCat Girl, and thinking of Melissa too. Thinking of the three of them together. 

Slowly and silently she began to rub herself, and from the look on her face, Melissa could tell her little fingers were working hard on her clitoris. Suddenly, she cocked her knees and spread her legs much wider, moving her other hand down into her panties as well as the first. Clearly the effect of the situation, and sensation created by the Substance AG, had combined to take her out of control.

Her hips were moving faster now, her calves were tensing and loosening as she lifted her buttocks off the seat. She was panting rapidly, her body squirming, and from the screwed up look on her face, Melissa realised she was almost there. 

Holly's already highly charged body had overdosed on the sheer, lewd, sensuality of Melissa's masturbation and she would not be denied. She worked her teasing fingers in a faster tempo, emitting little guttural groans as she brought herself to the brink and then screaming out as her instant orgasm washed over her.



"Please come in," said the spider to the fly, as Venus opened her door to the Superheroine.

As Amazonian Woman walked past her, Venus did think of kissing her on the cheek, but was only too aware of the need not to be too obvious too quickly, unless circumstances showed her that to do so was without risk. Besides, she fully understood the state of arousal in the Superheroine's body and with the little surprises around her apartment, knew that a further injection of Substance AG from her glossy lips was completely unnecessary.

Amazonian Woman looked around her at the large, tastefully decorated room. A medium sized, cream sofa was sprawled beside the impressively large window that allowed a breathtaking view of the City and she walked towards it. She had wondered whether Venus would attempt to kiss her again and being on her toes, was prepared to take action if she sensed any sort of trap. But the red headed woman had not, and the Superheroine had a certain sense of disappointment.

"There are no traps here," the amused redhead said as she walked across to the window, as if reading her mind.

She looked into Amazonian Woman's blue-blackeyes, seemingly appraising and digesting every nuance, before looking away and nodding at the view from the window.

"What do you think?" she murmured.

"Breathtaking," responded Amazonian Woman, genuinely surprised at such an incredible vista.

"Yes, it's astonishing," the pale skinned seductress replied, then turned on her heels. "Here, let me quickly show you around. That way you'll feel more comfortable knowing that there are no unwelcome surprises."

She led the Superheroine into a second room and heard the Amazonian gasp as they entered. She had seen the pictures adorning the wall. Turning to the blue-black haired woman, Venus smiled to see that her mouth had opened in surprise, and her own eyes hooded slightly as she gazed upon the red, glossy, sensual lips. There would be time to enjoy those soon enough, she thought.

Recovering slightly, Amazonian Woman looked at the first picture and then across at her red headed host. "That's..."

"Wonderman," said Venus. "Well, a naked Wonderman."

She watched as the Amazonian's gaze returned to the picture on the wall. It depicted Wonderman throwing an object into the distance, his naked, muscular back and rounded buttocks being on display to the viewer. It was extremely erotic and was creating exactly the impact that Venus wanted.

"Wonderful, isn't it," Venus purred. "Can you just imagine...."

She left the sentence unfinished, but yes, the Amazonian could imagine...

"And what do you think of this one," Venus asked, almost floating across to the picture on the adjoining wall.

She heard the highly charged Superheroine emit a second gasp. This time Wonderman was fully clothed and facing the camera, but the outline of a huge, aroused penis could clearly be seen beneath his costume. The image was much like the first fantasy that Amazonian Woman had created in her own mind and she felt her breath quicken as her mind momentarily returned to that fantasy.

"Yes, I think that one is my second favourite," Venus said. "Just between we two girls, I often masturbate in front of this picture."

She heard Amazonian Woman's sharp intake of breath on hearing her provocative words and their eyes met, briefly locking on one another. 

"We all do it," Venus softly said, still holding the Superheroines eyes. "But to do so whilst thinking of Wonderman, now that is powerful."

She saw Amazonian Woman's blue-black eyes involuntarily flickering at her words, before taking on a cloudy appearance as the Superheroine's mind recollected the recent occasions she had taken herself to orgasm thinking of Wonderman's impressive penis. The high level of arousal she had felt when entering the apartment had now reached fever pitch and she fought hard to prevent herself from reaching between her legs to touch herself.

"Do you really think his penis could be that big," Venus murmured, as if to herself. 

The Amazonian did not reply.

"I do," husked Venus.

So do I, thought Amazonian Woman, as she tried to still the thumping in her chest.

Venus continued to watch the Superheroine, observing the rise and fall of her voluptuous exposed cleavage above the top of her costume. This was proceeding better than she thought.

"The thing is," continued the red headed seductress. "It's not only thoughts of Wonderman that turns me on."

She sauntered across to the third picture in the room. It depicted two naked women. One was a redhead, and she lay on a large bed covered with a white sheet, with her features hidden as a result of her head being between the thighs of the other woman. The second woman had her head thrown back, clearly in ecstasy, and her features too were hidden, although the lustrous blue-black hair and voluptuous body made clear to Amazonian Woman that she was looking at herself.

"This is my absolute favourite," Venus husked, carefully observing Amazonian Woman's reaction. "What more erotic sight, and feeling, than a sensual woman pleasuring another. I masturbate in front of this one too. What do you think?"

Amazonian Woman was speechless, caught up in the eroticism of the pictures and of the moment. Without overtly saying so, this was clearly a picture of Venus Flytrap pleasuring Amazonian Woman and this woman was telling her that she masturbated in front of it. The surge running throughout the Amazonian's aching body was simply electric in its intensity and her need to touch herself was intense. 

She had a powerful need to cum and simply staring at these pictures seemed to have taken her to the verge.

"Come," Venus softly said, taking Amazonian Woman by the hand.

"Cum," the Superheroine thought? She needed too, so badly.

Her redheaded guide took her along a small hallway, with plants either side. The first was the same that Venus had given to her as a present, with a similar powerful stem to which she had given so many blowjobs before eventually taking inside her burning body and fucking herself.

"Recognise it?" asked Venus, her grip on the Superheroine's hand tightening.

She smiled through her own lustful eyes as she watched the Amazonian's reaction, knowing exactly the thoughts running through her mind.

"Can you remember what I told you?"

Amazonian Woman did not respond to the question, instead looking blankly at her host, like a little girl lost.

"I told you that looked after correctly, the plant would bring you great pleasure. Remember?"

Amazonian Woman nodded silently. She did. And it had. And now, she wanted it again. She felt Venus tug on her hand, pointing to a second plant a little further along the corridor.

"But this one is my absolute favourite," she said.

The plant was a strange shape and it took Amazonian Woman a few minutes to work out what it reminded her of. The twisted stem had all the features of an attractive woman, with two bud like breasts and even two small points that could be mistaken for nipples. But the amazing thing was that it appeared that the woman had a penis, and even more remarkable, the penis like object was disappearing into another vertical stem that also resembled a woman, with heavy breasts hanging down.

Amazonian Woman let out an audible gasp when the pieces in front of her came together in her mind. One woman was fucking another from behind!

Still grasping the Superheroine's hand, Venus took her to a door at the end of the corridor. On the wall beside the door was another picture. It was the same red head and black haired women that had featured in the previous picture, only instead of lying between the black haired woman's thighs, this time the red head was kneeling behind her, on the same white sheets, fucking her with a strap on dildo, just like the image depicted by the plant she had just seen. 

Despite their features again being hidden, their identities were again all too obvious and Amazonian Woman felt faint. She had been aroused when she arrived, had been on the verge of an orgasm simply by looking at the pictures in the other room, and now the eroticism of the entire situation almost took her over the edge. For a moment, she thrust her arm out against the door to steady herself. 

Venus caught and held her stumbling body as the door opened against her hand. Amazonian Woman looked into the bedroom and saw the same large, white bed as had featured in the paintings.



Feline Woman was on fire. A raging inferno inferno was consuming her body. She knew she could not fuck this man but her body was alive with the need to do so. Perhaps a goodnight kiss when they arrived at his apartment, she thought. It had been such a long time since she had even kissed a man.

As they turned a quiet corner, Lucas stumbled. He knew if he timed it right then she would grasp him and that would be his opportunity. His timing was perfect, pretending to fall across her and as she held him, he grabbed at her to ostensibly steady himself and his hand arrowed to the impressive breast sheathed beneath the black leather. He could feel her hard nipple even beneath the material and that told him all he needed to know.

As he steadied himself, their faces were inches apart and before she could react, his mouth descended on her red lips. Feline Woman felt his hand press against her covered orb and moved with him as he pulled her up against him. His tongue licked against her sweet lips and he smiled inwardly as she allowed it inside. This Superheroine was his for the taking.

Feline Woman felt his penis begin to thicken and swell against her stomach and she eagerly returned his kiss, their tongues duelling with each other as his hand continued to stroke her superbly full breast, feeling the impressive shape against his palm and her erect nipple digging through the material.

Lucas felt her begin to pull back and cleverly beat her to it, wrenching himself free.

"What am I doing?" he moaned. "I am so sorry, Feline Woman. I don't know what came over me. You have a very powerful effect on me."

He grinned again to himself as he spoke. Make her want more, he told himself.

"That's... that's okay," she gasped. "Me, too. I don't know what happened."

Whatever it was, she thought, she wanted more. She needed more. Her body was aching with arousal and the touch of this incredibly attractive man had been exquisite.

Lucas coughed. "Not far to go. Are you okay? I promise to behave."

She nodded, thinking, I hope not. He linked her arm to maintain bodily contact and stopped at the entrance to the park.

"I don't normally walk across here in the dark. But I guess it will be safe if I'm with Feline Woman?"

They both laughed and as they walked along the quiet path, he stopped beside a bench.

"Could we sit for a few minutes?" he asked, leaving her no choice by sitting down. 

She nodded and as she took her place to his right, he gently slid his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer, being careful not to do anything overtly sexual as he pulled her into his body. Let her make the first move, he thought. But when they sat for a while, with her aroused, trembling body making no move, he decided that he needed to give her a nudge.




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 "I've wanted to kiss you since the moment you rescued me," he whispered.

She turned her face to look at him. Had this been another Superhero, any other Superhero, she would have jumped on him right there. But despite knowing she could not fuck a mortal, she wondered how far she could go. 

When Lucas turned his face to look into her eyes, she smiled and reached for his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. Her thin, pink tongue immediately found its way into his mouth as she rubbed her full breasts against his arm, shuddering at the way her hard nipples dug against him. The friction of her cat-suit against his arm brought them alive and she wanted his hands, his mouth on them. Her kisses became more urgent, as did her rubbing movements against him. Her mouth was rougher, hungrier. 

She sighed as his left hand snaked to her covered breast, kneading it in his hand whilst his thick lips and tongue caressed around the smooth skin of her neck. He knew he was close to being able to do anything he wanted but was still careful not to go too far, too quickly. Let her come to him, he told himself. 

She threw her head back, eyes closed, moaning deep in her throat as his thick lips moved to her ear and she brought one hand behind the back of his neck, holding him in place. When he felt her other soft hand stroke along his now impressively long, thick shaft, he knew he was close to home base.

He slowly unzipped the front of the skin-tight, black, leather cat-suit, pulling the zipper all the way down to her waist and snaking both hands inside, groaning as he held her superbly full, freckled, breasts. Louisa Layne had been special, but this was Feline Woman!

She grunted hard, arching her back against him, moaning out loud as his fingers found her swollen, hard, nipples. She was so wet she wondered if she could hold out if he attempted to go further, but for the moment he seemed content to focus on her ample breasts, his head dropping to take each, in turn, into his mouth. His mouth sucked in as much flesh as he could take, whilst his surprisingly thick tongue swirled around the hard tips, eliciting a steady stream of moans from the aroused Superheroine.

 She moved her hand away from his impressive manhood, needing to regain control otherwise she would take him out of his pants and put him between her sweet, red lips. She half turned into him, partially freeing her breasts for further attention but more to allow her to ease his leg between her thighs. She groaned again when in position and began to softly grind herself on him, feeling the hardness of this hip against her pubic bone.

Dammit, that felt sensational, she thought. She had to be careful but was not ready to stop. Her full mouth was hungrily kissing his as she continued to grind herself against his thigh, a whimper of delight escaping her as the sensations built up inside her burning body. His mouth left hers and returned to her sensitive breasts again, feeling her humping movements against his leg as he sucked on each jutting nipple in turn.

She was nearly there, she realised with a gasp of horror but when she attempted to ease away, Lucas slid his hands onto her firm, athletic buttocks, pulling her against his leg as he rubbed it into her. He heard her gasp as she tried to control the feeling and as she successfully pulled away just moments before going over the edge, he took advantage by tugging the zip further down her body and slipping his hand inside the suit and down into her moist panties.

The effect was electric and Feline Woman's body jerked as she felt a finger slip inside her wet vulva and his thumb flick against her aroused clitoris. There was not a single thing she could do. She was lost to the sensation and this time it was his hand she was masturbating herself against when the orgasm hit her. 

She gave in to the sensation, frantically and wantonly humping herself against the probing fingers. She cried out as she orgasmed, her hands tightening around Lucas's neck until he had wrung the last sensation from her body, her unintelligible howls resonating in his ear. 

Who would have thought it? Feline Woman was a screamer, he suddenly realised, a deep thrill running through his powerful body.

Her half closed eyes looked into his, her mind wondering how she had allowed herself to get into this situation, yet at the same time her body was continuing to burn. She realised with a start that his fingers were still inside her, drawing soft little circles around her G-spot and her aroused clitoris. God, that was sensational, she thought, her hips beginning to respond and ignore every sensible thought screaming inside her. She had allowed a mortal to bring her to orgasm, this had to stop.

"Please..." she whimpered.

Although he kissed her again, she felt him withdraw his fingers. Her mind celebrated whilst her body objected. God, she needed to cum again but she knew she could not. She must be strong. His fingers slipped out of her panties and she felt them on her zip.

"Thank you..." she rasped, her voice hoarse. Had he not stopped, she knew that she would not have been able to call a halt. 

She heard him move away from her and the soft sound of her zip being pulled up, but instead of it covering her again, she felt air attacking her thighs. She jerked her eyes open to see that he had lowered the zip, not raised it, and now he was kneeling between her legs, his deep brown eyes staring upwards into hers.

She wearily shook her head, silently protesting, but in answer he slowly eased his surprisingly thick tongue from between his lips and still holding her gaze, flicked the tip against the full length of her shining clitoris. Her body jerked against him and her eyes closed when she felt him begin to suck at her engorged little nubbin, his tongue flicking it gently from side to side. 

She grasped his head and let out a long, low moan as he teased her hardened nub, her smooth inner thighs closing around his head despite herself.

Stop, her mind screamed. She must stop! But the sensation was exquisite and she could not help herself, her hips now moving, thrusting rhythmically against his mouth in an attempt to derive every last, delicious sensation from her burning body.  

This man was fucking her with his mouth and her hips were now gyrating urgently on his face as she felt herself begin to relentlessly spiral upwards. She was past the point of no return again and she wailed into the night air as her orgasm took her, Lucas gripping her heaving hips until her spasms subsided.

His plan had been to fuck the Superheroine back at the plush premises he had specifically rented for the seduction, but he realised that she was ripe for the picking and unless her wails had been heard and brought some inquisitive strangers their way, he would be mad not to take advantage. He paused for a moment and looked around, listening for any tell tale sound above the noise of her ragged breathing. There was nothing. 

Her lithe, athletic body was weaker after her two orgasms but they had only further fuelled her arousal to a point where she was continually simmering just below boiling point. As her trembling body continued to shudder with a raging desire, she made no move to prevent him pulling the zip all the way down and tugging the leather clad leggings down around her feet. He stood up and pulled her with him, turning her around and pushing her forward so that her hands grasped the back of the park bench, her firm, athletic buttocks facing back towards him. 

As he spread her legs apart, he realised with satisfaction that she was not putting up a fight, even though she must know the consequences of her actions. The Substance AG chemical was a remarkable development, he knew, thanking his lucky stars as his ramrod stiff, steely invader yearned for action. He ran his hands around to grip her superbly full, freckled, breasts, kneading them firmly and feeling his manhood twitch with desire at the feel of her delicious orbs.

She gave a low moan as he slid his hardness along her tender valley, her two orgasms having fuelled her need for more. And then a guttural grunt of pleasure as he began to slide inside her wet, welcoming body, her vulva easily accepting him inside as he gently pushed forwards. His penis slid all the way into her in a single, graceful motion and he felt her bottom pushing back against him as she moaned loudly, her head dropping forward at the feel of his rigid weapon inside her velvet interior. 

The sight of her in front of him was indescribably erotic and he lost no time in beginning to thrust against her, his muscular thighs slapping against her firm, athletic buttocks with each delectable thrust. 

As he pleasured her, his big hands played with her full breasts, tweaking her hard nipples as his thrusting hips settled into a steady rhythm. He allowed one of his hands to slide down her stomach, through the narrow strip of dark black curls, finding her swollen clitoris. He began to massage it between his thumb and fingers and that was all it took. He felt her tense up and then shudder as she orgasmed for a third time, her howling sounds louder seemingly each time she came. 

This woman was sensational, he thought, slowing his thrusting movements to prevent himself from cumming too quickly. Although his intention had been to take this masked beauty to three orgasms, he wanted to savour her delectable, out of control, athletic body for as long as possible. She was totally vulnerable, spread out before him and he took hold of her hips as began to thrust inside her once more.

She moaned loudly and closed her eyes in pleasure at his renewed assault. This was what she wanted and despite her weakened state, she thrust back and was rewarded with a grunt of approval from her new found lover. He grabbed hold of her thick, lustrous, black hair with one hand, yanking her head back and pulling her head towards him as he thrust into her. His other hand returned to the full, freckled orbs that so spectacularly jutted out in front of her.

Lucas was nearing the edge now, and Feline Woman was close to her fourth orgasm. He increased the speed of his hip movements and heard her long, loud howls as her out of control body matched his fucking motions, meeting him thrust for thrust. As he pulled back on her hair he heard her begin a continual low throaty groan and he could feel her vagina squeeze him tightly as she approached yet another peak. 

But then it was all about him and he released her hair as his own orgasm appeared, suddenly overwhelming him, his fingers gripping her hips and his eyes clenching as the sensation permeated through his shuddering body. He felt her eager vagina almost sucking up each rope of sperm as he fired into her, his fingertips digging into her soft flesh as he bucked against her.

Feeling his orgasm, Feline Woman came too, emitting a long werewolf type howl as she did, and reared her body backwards to throw her hands behind her and around his neck. The eroticism of her movements and noises somehow led to an increase in his arousal, and despite his orgasm his diminishing member immediately regained its hardness, allowing him to continue fucking her in their new standing position.

"Oh fuck ...!" he heard her cry as a fifth orgasm began to overwhelm her

This time her cry was more like a banshee as she fell forward again, and Lucas found a second burst of sperm from somewhere within his crazed body, firing into the shuddering Superheroine as he hung on to her voluptuous hips.



It was a few moments before Holly was able to open her eyes and when she did, she found Melissa sitting beside her, her long, black hair dropping over her slim shoulders. She gently leant into Holly, moving her face ever so slowly towards the young girl so that she gave her every opportunity to turn away, before parting the young blonde's sensuous lips and softly planting a kiss on the eager mouth that awaited hers.

Her hard, pink tongue began to explore the young woman's mouth, and was rewarded by the feeling of Holly's narrow, long tongue flicking out to meet hers, both women beginning to breathe a little harder. She felt the young woman's tongue take the initiative, flicking against hers, and she responded with an insistent kiss that pressed Holly's head back into the cushions. As she did, Melissa's soft hands softly unbuttoned the skimpy blouse and slipped it off Holly's shoulders. 

Her fingers grabbed the underside of her brassiere cups and yanked them upwards, exposing her thrusting cleavage, the high erect, dark nipples already standing to attention. Melissa's mouth left the narrow, long tongue she had been duelling with and lowered to Holly's firm, rounded breasts. She softly licked around the dark areola before taking the bullet like nipples between her teeth, gently nipping before sucking them into her wet mouth, her eager, pink tongue running around the hardness before flicking the tips. 

Pulling back, it took only a few seconds to unzip and take off the young assistant's skirt, before Melissa stood up and removed her own clothes. Dropping to her knees, she pulled Holly's naked legs around so as to position them on either side of her shoulders, her eyes narrowing in lust as she took in the short, vertical stripe of tight blonde curls before allowing her mouth to attack her vulva. 

Her hot mouth honed in on Holly's labia, alternately licking, probing and sucking in line with the deep moans she elicited from the young woman. Melissa knew that the young beauty could not fight this, not as aroused as she was, but knew that she did not want to fight it either. Both women wanted this and the blonde girl wrapped her fingers in Melissa's long, lustrous black hair, pulling tightly as she urged the beautiful woman on in her endeavours. 

"This is what I do to BlackCat Girl," Melissa whispered as she ran her tongue around the erect clitoris.

She heard the girl moan at the combined sensation of words and actions, her body jerking in arousal. Her soft fingertips stroked Holly's inner thighs as her probing tongue sought out the pleasure spots that brought the loudest moans. The girl was now tightly gripping Melissa's hair and her thrusting thighs were pressed tight against her seductress as she began to approach her destination. 

"Oh fuck," she heard Holly gasp.

"That's what BlackCat Girl says when she is about to cum," Melissa softly hummed.

Those words took Holly to orgasm, her body jerking uncontrollably as Melissa's teasing tongue continued its pleasuring, and she wrapped her legs around her lover's back, holding her in position against her thrusting hip movements. Melissa's hard, pink tongue continued to fuck the twenty-year old throughout her orgasm, until finally she felt the writhing girl's sensations begin to subside. 

"Did you like that, baby?" Melissa purred, raising herself up the trembling body and licking around the blonde girl's ear.

Holly did not answer, could not answer. Her aroused eyes simply turned to the side and looked up into Melissa's soulful black eyes, the lustful look remaining engraved on her soft, beautiful, young face. But if she thought Melissa was finished, she was wrong.

"Now I'm going to fuck you the way I fuck BlackCat Girl," the diminutive woman whispered.

She heard the girl whimper as she eased one leg between her own, tanned legs, adjusting her sex so that it rested firmly against Holly's. She heard the girl moan again at the contact, her groans increasing as Melissa gently began to undulate herself against the twenty year old, the heat and moistness of both bodies allowing an easier route to pleasure. 

Melissa was not wasting any time, she did not have time to waste. She allowed her body to glide back and forth, establishing a quick and easy rhythm that the young blonde quickly adjusted to and fucked back. They moved gently at first and then with increasing intensity, their combined juices flowing together and they were both moaning aloud as each clitoris achieved the perfect friction. 

If anything, Holly was taking over, loving the position and desperate to bring maximum pleasure to her aroused, burning body.

"Oh fuck," Melissa gasped as she felt the blonde girl increase her undulations. She had not expected to lose control but this young woman was full of surprises.

Now Holly was also rubbing her sweating breasts against her lover, increasing her pleasure, and her hand was pulling on her diminutive woman's hip, frantically urging even greater movement between them. She had somehow established an astonishing rhythm that had taken control and was making Melissa moan loudly. 

As she heard her groans, she moved ever more quickly, determined to maximise their friction against each other and take them both to the edge. It was becoming too much and both women were watching each other through half closed eyes, lost in their out of control desire to reach orgasm, their gyrating hips pounding against one another. 

Determined to regain control, Melissa reached out and wrapped her fingers in the blonde's hair, pulling her lips to her for one final kiss. She was just in time, feeling her thighs start to shake as her intense climax overtook her, matched perfectly by her young lover, their orgasms perfectly orchestrated. Their trembling, heaving, sweating bodies quivered and vibrated against one another until, eventually, the sensations of their orgasms gently began to fade.



Still holding Amazonian Woman's hand, Venus led her to the bed. She lay the unresisting Superheroine on the silky white sheets and delicately unzipped the zip along the side of her costume. The Superheroine made no effort to stop her, instead her intense arousal dominating even her Amazonian mind. Venus tugged the outfit off the enticing body as the Amazonian's dazed and aroused half closed blue-black eyes watched her every move.

Venus gave out a long sigh at the sight in front of her. The voluptuous Amazonian was covered only by a sheer black brassiere and a hip hugging, black thong. Her thunderous breasts spilled over the top of the material and the vision of her utterly delectable, sculptured, curvaceous body brought a knot to her throat. Unable to resist the sight, any thoughts of a slow seduction immediately disappeared and instead she crawled onto the bed and between the long, toned legs.

Amazonian Woman knew what was in store and whimpered in anticipation. As soon as Venus's soft fingers stroked her pubis through the silk material of her thong, she orgasmed, moaning aloud as she twisted her aroused body on the bed, her dry throat gulping in whatever air she could find as the sensations simply overwhelmed her. 

Venus was deliciously shocked by the sudden climax and slid her fingers under the material of her thong, beginning to masturbate her swollen clitoris, and within a few seconds the Amazonian came for a second time, more violently this time, thrusting her hard, rounded buttocks upwards against the teasing hand.

Venus had known the Superheroine was on a knife edge but the immediacy and intensity of her orgasms were both surprising and intoxicating to her. Before she administered the sexual coup de grâce she had planned, she needed to taste this woman. Her hands eagerly slid to the thighs beneath her and tugged the thong down and away from her incredibly toned body, revealing the thick, black, pubic hair underneath.

Placing each of the voluptuous Superheroine's tanned legs over her shoulders, Venus leant towards the treasure waiting before her and applied her skilful mouth to the welcoming vulva. She licked out her long, eager tongue, flicking it against Melissa's urgently waiting hard nubbin, before sucking it inside her impatient lips and twirling around it in her mouth. It took the now groaning Amazonian Woman to the verge of yet another climax and encouraged by the sounds the Superheroine was making, she began to fuck the shining clitoris with her mouth. 




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Pausing only to include some tongue action, she increased the pace to such an extent that the voluptuous bodied beauty thrust her hips against her busy lips, the oral ministrations taking over nearer and nearer a third completion. Feeling the frantic response, Venus continued her delicious efforts, sucking the hard nub in and out in a delicious quick fire attack until the oral assault was too much for the Amazonian.

Her fingers grasped Venus's red hair, her powerful thighs and strong hands holding the pleasuring mouth in place as her closed eyes could see the picture on the wall of the redhead between her thighs. And then her third climax overtook her, her hips trembling, shudder after shudder passing through her ravaged body as her orgasm rippled through her. She felt Venus move away as her tense body collapsed, her legs aching, her chest heaving and her rapid breath coming in short, sharp, staccato bursts.  

Eventually, the Amazonian's breathing began to return to normal, her body at last beginning to feel some relief after her three rapid orgasms. She slowly managed to prise her heavy eyelids apart, turning her head to look for her lover. What she saw made her groan with anticipation, her breath catching in her throat.

"Ready for me?" Venus asked, naked except for the strap-on. 

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Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 07



Continuing the theme of trying something new, this is a completely different idea and approach to that of 'Vegas', but one that has fascinated me for some time. And in writing this, I have taken on board feedback on my first posting, which suggested a tinge of disappointment with the balance between poker and erotica... there is none of the former and the focus in this storyline is most definitely the latter.

And as always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.

DAY SEVEN: THE PLAN COMES TOGETHER

Raven and her three close conspirators were eating together in the main dining room, discussing the success of their plan to date.

Over the previous forty-eight hours, each of their targets had been brought to the complex and their 'guests' were now safely ensconced in their rooms. The drug they had been administered would ensure that each would remain asleep for some time yet, and that they would wake up in what was now a constant aroused state, their bodies desperate for relief.

Huntergirl had first brought Phenomenon, under the pretence of carrying out a mission together, and then Lucas had enticed Louisa Layne on the pretext that her sex cravings would be satisfied by Wonderman when they arrived. Raven had delivered a powerless StunMan after ravishing him in his own home and Huntergirl had easily enticed Myra Jean by promising the highly aroused young wife that she would shortly be meeting StunMan there. Feline Woman had been delivered by Lucas shortly before Melissa arrived with both BlackCat Girl and Holly, whilst Amazonian Woman completed the arrivals.

It was only six short days ago that they had held a toast in anticipation of the success of their plan, and now all but one of the pieces were in place. The single missing component was Wonderman, who had been involved in his complicated peace mission across the far side of the world for much longer than anyone had anticipated. But despite the frustrating failure to involve him, Raven knew that it would have been too risky and prejudicial to her objectives to allow any of the other Superheroes to remain in their normal environments.

Because of the carefully thought through timings, they had no option other than to continue with the plan and that meant that all Super heroes and heroines, together with Louisa Layne, Myra Jean and Holly, were currently 'guests' in the Raven Towers bedrooms. And that also meant that tonight's arrangements would go ahead as planned. 

The first part of those arrangements would again involve Raven and her team, and after that the Super heroes and heroines would be paired with one another. Every single act of sexual gratification and pleasure would be recorded for posterity before release to the world and that, combined with their loss of Super powers, would make her revenge complete.

"This has been our finest achievement," Lucas gloated, raising his glass to the others. "It has all worked so perfectly."

"Except for Wonderman," interrupted Raven.

"Well, perhaps," Lucas conceded. "But how were we to know he would be gone for such a long period?"

"We could not have known," Raven agreed, taking a long drink from her own, sparkling glass. "But it is a piece of unfinished business that we must attend to at the earliest opportunity."

"And we will," murmured Melissa with a dreamy look. "I'd certainly like the opportunity to work on that one."

Lucas and Huntergirl laughed, whereas Raven's face remained passive.

"Please don't underestimate that man," she rasped. "Once tonight is over, and we release the videos of their sexual orgy, Wonderman will come looking for us, bent on revenge. What we have done to his fellow Superheroes will be bad enough, but ensnaring his girlfriend will be the pièce de résistance. Expect all hell to break loose!"

The four of them fell silent. Raven's words were true and perhaps their biggest challenge still lay ahead.

"Perhaps it is too early to release the videos to the world," Melissa suggested, her soulful, black eyes displaying her concern.

"Perhaps," agreed Raven. "But then, even if we withhold the videos for a time, don't forget it will be obvious that the other Super heroes and heroines are missing. And that Louisa Lane will be too. He will be well aware that there has been foul play and will be on his guard more than ever."

The four of them fell silent for a second time. This certainly needed thinking through before they could contemplate success. 

"If we do hold back the videos, what then?" Lucas asked. 

"From what Venus Flytrap told you," Huntergirl interrupted, looking at Raven with a steely determination in her eyes. "Amazonian Woman could be our biggest weapon in ensnaring him?"

"Perhaps," acknowledged Raven. "Perhaps not." 

Huntergirl raised a brown eyebrow.

"You may hold the key," Raven coldly stated, taking another drink.

"Me," the young Superheroine replied, her light brown coloured eyes widening slightly. "How?"

"He could rescue you," Raven explained. "We could engineer that. And with a couple of kisses of appreciation...."

"Ah, I see," the sandy haired Superheroine replied.

"But whatever we do, let us not underestimate the difficulty," said The Doc's widow, looking into each of the faces around the table.

"Where is Venus?" Melissa asked.

Raven smiled. "She delivered us everything we asked of her. And we have repaid her. Later tonight, she will be on her way to her own island, courtesy of the funds we provided."

The others nodded and followed suit as Raven raised a glass to their botanist helper.

"And even more, she has enjoyed the experience so much that she has offered to help us again whenever we need her. We have gained an ally."

"Will we meet her before she leaves?" asked Huntergirl.

"Alas, no," Raven replied. "She prefers to remain in her own world. Her final act will be to join in the next phase of our plan, in line with the rest of us here at this table."

"Lucky woman," smiled Melissa. "I would have liked the opportunity to make Amazonian Woman purr......"

They all laughed and this time Raven joined in.

"And what of Nancy?" asked Huntergirl.

"Nancy has served her purpose," answered Lucas. "And she has been richly rewarded. She had no idea of the plot to take down the League of Liberty and Justice Superheroes, her sole understanding and motivation was the money and the opportunity for sex with their women. That was quite a turn on for her."

"And what comes next?" Huntergirl asked, already knowing the answer.

They all laughed.

"Next," repeated Raven, "Each of us has an hour with our, how shall I say, wild, wet and wanton Superhero or heroine. I have no doubt that we shall each partake to the full, but remember that we must leave each of them wanting more." 

"What of Louisa Layne, Myra Jean and Holly?" purred Melissa.

"They will remain sleeping in their master bedrooms," responded Raven. "Once we have the so called Superheroes ready and primed for action, they will join them."



The Superheroes were each asleep in their different bedrooms, still under the influence of the combined sleeping and arousal drug. As Raven and her three compatriots each made their way to their designated bedroom, Venus Flytrap was already slipping into hers.

A naked Amazonian Woman was fast asleep on top of the white bed covers that displayed the same design as that in Venus' apartment. The botanist licked her lips as her green eyes ran over the voluptuous figure on the bed. There was no doubt that the Superheroine was as stunning looking as her body was curvaceous. Her dishevelled, silken blue-black hair provided the perfect frame for her attractive face and she seemed so exquisitely beautiful lying there.

At the same time, her voluptuous body was quite simply magnificent. Her large, full, rounded breasts were intoxicating and were capped by quite sensational dark brown nipples high up on her golden orbs. Her hour glass waist led to the most wonderfully, curvaceous hips, and her exquisitely thick, black, pubic hair was a magnet for Venus Flytrap's hungry, green eyes. 

Those eyes roved over every glorious, naked inch of the voluptuous body on the bed and she realised that what she had to do was a major bonus. She undressed slowly, memories of yesterday's lovemaking still fresh in her mind and making her soft mouth water in anticipation. She had fucked Amazonian Woman doggie style yesterday and now wanted to use the missionary position and feel those long, powerful legs wrapped around her.

Naked now, she stepped into the straps of the dildo she had brought with her. It was the same one that she had used yesterday, the size and shape of the phallus as near to that of Wonderman's penis as she had been able to calculate. She moved the strap-on up her legs until it was in position, closing her eyes for a moment at the delicious feeling against her sex. She was ready, but first, she needed to tease the Superheroine awake. 

She produced a long, contoured vibrator that exactly matched the shaft between her legs and slowly slid herself onto the bed, enjoying the feel of the long, thick shaft between her legs. Easing Amazonian Woman's toned legs apart, she ran her fingers through the thick, black pubic hair, the touch eliciting an electric tingle throughout her own body. The blue-black haired heroine allowed Venus's hands to ease her thighs apart, even in sleep being sensitive to the touch.

Venus turned on the base of the phallus and began to run the vibrating shaft along each muscular inner thigh, watching excitedly as the Amazonian began to involuntarily jerk with even the slightest of touches. For a moment, Venus was transfixed at the way the voluptuous body so easily responded, entranced as the soft vibrations on the tanned skin produced a glistening wetness between the now slowly moving thighs.

She gently moved the vibrator so that it hummed against Amazonian Woman's labia, making a point of using only the merest of touches so that she could gradually build up the sensation. Once the sleeping Amazonian's hips began to move a little faster in response to the probing shaft, she lightly eased the head between the gently undulating woman's twin labial lips. She heard a loud, involuntary groan escape the Amazonian, even in sleep, as she slowly inserted the head further.

Even in her sleepened state, the Amazonian was highly aroused and as Venus adjusted the bottom of the phallus to increase the vibration, the voluptuous beauty was already beginning to thrust her hips against the intruder, her soft moans increasing in intensity. Watching the reaction through her lust filled green eyes, Venus pulled the vibrator away from the searching body, dropping the still buzzing toy onto the floor as she climbed onto the woman and inserted her own dildo.

Her soft mouth found the Amazonian's as she entered her, her pale soft lips finding the succulent, glossy lips beneath hers, and her full breasts pressing tightly against the ample orbs under her. She slowly kissed and licked around the red lips, her long, eager tongue parting them before slithering into the soft mouth. Her breath was warm and soft as she pulled the Amazonian's head to hers for a second lingering kiss, and then ran her pale lips along the shapely neck until she whispered into her wet ear. 

"Hello, baby," she softly whispered. "Are you ready to be fucked?" 

Amazonian Woman's blue-black eyes slowly opened and stared into those of her seductress. As she regained consciousness, she became more aware of her situation and suddenly felt the hard phallus inside her. Venus allowed her lips and tongue to tease the soft skin around the Amazonian's neck and as her tongue elicited more groans from the Superheroine, she began to gently work her hips, and the dildo, into the voluptuous body beneath her.

She heard the Amazonian growl softly at the back of her throat as she reacted to her pleasuring. The pale skinned woman constantly worked the prone Superheroine so that first just the tip was inside of her, and then as she eased forward, she gained full penetration. Amazonian Woman's groans grew louder as she repeated the process and then Venus felt the long, toned legs wrap themselves around her back, the feet crossing one another for maximum impact.

Venus moved her head down and began to kiss the Amazonian again, and as she did this she drew her pelvis backwards, causing the dildo to move away again before softly thrusting it back. With each movement away, she felt the Superheroine's feet pull her back inside and with each forward thrust, Amazonian Woman let out a loud groan. The soft sensation was so exquisite that Venus suddenly realised that she was groaning too, enraptured by the building eroticism of their fucking and the contortions of pleasure on the beautiful face beneath her.

She could feel their whole bodies burning against each other, their skin so soft, their breasts touching, their erect nipples stimulating each other. Her clitoris was gently being brushed against by part of the strap-on as it was trapped between their two bodies, and with each movement she found herself moving closer to her pinnacle. She cried out as she felt herself orgasm, her body shaking and trembling as she somehow continued to softly fuck the voluptuous woman beneath her throughout her climax.

Recovering, she brought one of her hands up to caress the Amazonian's breasts, running her teasing fingers across the sensitive dark nipples before taking each peak into her mouth and teasing them whilst increasing the tempo of her thrusts. Amazonian Woman had her head flung back against the soft pillow, her open mouth gasping for air and her eyes shut tightly, enjoying the intensity of her feelings as her legs and feet continued to urge Venus on.

Venus built up the pace of their fucking, really driving hard into the Amazonian, feeling the intensity of their combined thrusting movements, listening to the voluptuous woman beneath her letting out a long series of whimpering noises of pleasure. The Superheroine's breathing become erratic as her undulating body went into overdrive, her feet digging into Venus's thrusting buttocks as she approached her destination.

"Make me cum," the voluptuous woman gasped into Venus's ear. "Please... make me cum."

Venus smiled as she eased herself away, being only too aware of her instructions to make sure the Amazonian did anything but cum. She reached for the glass beside the bed that contained the sleeping potion and aphrodisiac. She took a long gulp, careful not to swallow any, and as she leant back down to kiss the blue-black haired beauty, she allowed the liquid to pass from her mouth to the Amazonian's. 

The Superheroine was asleep again within a few seconds and Venus brought herself to a second orgasm as she continued to fuck the unconscious woman, knowing that the voluptuous beauty beneath her would not have long to wait for her orgasm.



Raven slipped into StunMan's bedroom, her fully aroused body ready for more action. After so long without a man, her encounter with the young Superhero had left her wanting more and she was determined to sate herself before leaving the room. She pulled the blankets away from his sleeping body, her eyes widening as she took in his naked state. 

It took her seconds to undress and slither onto the bed, she immediately positioned her head between his legs, lifting his soft but still nicely sized penis and taking it between her soft lips.

She allowed herself a tiny groan of excitement as she felt his manhood begin to grow in her mouth, despite his sleeping state. The fact that he had no conscious knowledge of what she was doing, but was instantly responding, was a major turn-on for her and she slipped her right hand down to stroke herself between her own legs as her moist pink mouth continued to rouse his impressive, young penis to full erection.

As his body began to shift restlessly on the bed, Raven's own arousal grew and her fingers deftly teased her clitoris into unsheathing itself from its hood whilst her beautifully full, pink lips continued to work on the rapidly hardening shaft. Her breathing became ragged as her intention of waking him with her mouth wrapped around his penis was replaced by a determination to make herself cum before he came too.

Her hips were moving in time with her fingers, her calves were tensing and loosening as she gripped at the sheets with her toes whilst she deep throated the naked young Superhero lying so restlessly beside her. Her body was moving rapidly now, squirming on the bed as her knowing fingers ran in little circles around her swollen clitoris and within seconds she had reached her goal. 

Her pleasuring digits took her to her climax, her thighs clamping down on her hand as she orgasmed, her mouth momentarily leaving him as her hips bucked into the bed. And as her body trembled with the after effect, her glazed eyes looked up to see the erotic sight of his contoured penis, standing proudly erect, as if awaiting further attention. 

Her bronzed lips began to water at the sight and her eyes narrowed as she pulled herself back up towards her prey. She swung a long leg across his body and eased herself into a sitting position, taking his young erection in her hand and easily sliding down, like a knife through butter, to accept the whole of him into her willing body. 

For a moment she savoured the feeling of being filled, and then she began to move, slowly at first, undulating her hips like a belly dancer on his hardness. She leaned down and ran her nipples over his sleeping but slightly parted mouth, but after a moment teasing herself she settled back and found herself moving faster on his prone but gradually responding body, raising herself upwards only to slam back down to swallow him inside her again.

She looked across at the mirror and watched their reflections as she fucked the young Superhero, her breasts bouncing lewdly in time with the rhythmic movements of her curvy hips. Tearing her eyes away from the voyeuristic view, she adjusted her position to allow him deeper penetration and increased the pace of her pumping on his erect shaft, smooth and long strokes, eyes fixed again on their reflections in the mirror.

She watched his face for signs of his awakening but although his hip movements were attempting to match hers, he seemed to be doing so from unconscious instinct rather than conscious awareness. She leaned back, her body undulating again, momentarily transfixed by the sight in the mirror, listening to the sound of her hips and buttocks making a soft slapping noise at each impact.

Her second orgasm was close and she watched her hand in the mirror as it reached down to stroke her prominent clitoris. She saw her head begin to jerk back, but no more, as her eyes instantly closed as a result of the sensational feelings running through her stimulated nub. It took only a couple of additional thrusts to send her over the edge into the throes of her second orgasm. 

Her body went rigid, before the shuddering consumed her, and she heard the young Superhero begin to groan beneath her, his hips still thrusting against her trembling body. It seemed that he was beginning to awake and was not that far away from his own orgasm. 

That would never do.

She unsheathed herself and picked up the drugged glass by the bed, walking over to plant it onto the small table beside the wicker chair. She sat down in the chair, her pumping breaths calming now as she returned to normal from her sexual high. As she sat back and waited, she closed her gold flecked eyes to recall the images from the mirror, and as she opened them, she saw a dazed StunMan looking over at her.




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She smiled at the Superhero as she gently lowered a hand and ran it across her stomach. His bemused eyes followed her movements and they began to widen as he watched her fingers running through her neatly trimmed bush of curly, gold-flecked pubic hair. As her fingers circled around her aroused clitoris again, she saw his tongue flick across his lips and heard him emit a spontaneous moan.

Raven crooked the index finger of her other hand and after a moment's hesitation, StunMan eased his aroused but sleepy body from the bed and followed her silent beckoning instruction. She opened her thighs as he approached, watching his still erect, long penis bounce obscenely in time with his steps to the chair. Without needing any further bidding, the Superhero dropped to his knees, his trembling hands running along her powerful, tanned thighs.

"Come to Raven," she whispered, reaching out a long leg and curling her foot around his neck. 

She gently pulled his head forward, guiding him to her waiting treasure. There was no resistance. Whether he somehow thought this was his wife, or was simply lost in his sexual haze, he fell forward and after running his lips along both inner thighs, his strong hands slid under her buttocks, raising her hips from the chair seconds before applying his mouth to her waiting vulva.

"Oh, yes," she murmured. "Such a good boy!"

She humped her pelvis against his wonderfully long tongue, lifting her bottom further up into his hands to force his head in deeper. She loved the sensations he sent sweeping through her vibrant body as his tongue demanded that she cum on his mouth. His hands dropped her writhing buttocks back onto the chair and instead they crept upwards to encase her sensational gold-flecked orbs, kneading them in his palms as his long, hard tongue began to fuck her.

She could feel her third climax rapidly approaching and all it took was for his hands to reach out and grasp each nipple, gently twisting, to take her there. Her whole body began to shudder as her orgasm exploded inside her, her chest heaving as her breath came out in quick rasps of delight. His mouth stayed on her throughout the climax and eventually, as she took his head in her soft hands, she could see his lips glistening from her juices.

"Good boy," she whispered, as if congratulating a dog, rather than a Superhero. "I bet you would like to cum now, too?"

His eyes widened in an affirmative answer just before she reached down to kiss him, and then handed him his drink.



Melissa looked down on the gently sleeping BlackCat Girl and the body she now knew so well. Throughout her short stay at the League of Liberty and Justice Headquarters, she had continued to pleasure the young Superheroine, making sure the beautiful black hair girl orgasmed at regular intervals each day. Her plan was to maintain her extreme arousal until the moment arrived when she needed to bring the youngest of the crime fighters to Raven Towers.

She had loved the pleasuring sessions, finding the idea of Superheroine seduction tantalisingly erotic. But she had yet to allow BlackCat Girl to return the favour and was determined that tonight, her final brief hour with the young, beautiful woman, would be the opportunity to initiate the previously innocent woman into giving as well as receiving. 

Not only would that fulfil Melissa's personal cravings, it was essential to initiate the young Superheroine in such a way before the second part of the evening ahead.

She gave a little giggle to herself as she divested herself of her clothing before climbing onto the bed, making herself as comfortable as she could. With a languid sigh, she began to softly lick around the young Superheroine's neck, her hard pink tongue drawing exquisite patterns on the soft skin. 

She interspersed her unhurried licking strokes with little kisses and tiny, small bites that she knew would leave small marks along the soft skin. Her breath was warm and soft as her lips and tongue made love to the young neck, until she ran her tongue in a hard line along to BlackCat Girl's wet ear.

"Is that good, baby?" she whispered.

A gentle sigh was the only response and Melissa smiled, allowing her lips and tongue to return to the teasing around the soft skin of the delicate neck, creating a direct link between the Superheroine's slowly awakening brain and her soft sex. Now her probing tongue sensually slithered to the sleeping beauty's mouth, kissing and licking around the sensuous full lips, parting them before snaking into the mouth.

Pulling back a second, she whispered again, "Is that good, pretty baby?"

This time she saw a flicker run across BlackCat Girl's closed eyelids followed by an imperceptible nod of her head. She licked her lips at the reaction before turning her attention elsewhere, sliding her head down and bending forward the final few inches to take the brown nipple into her mouth, her wet little tongue flicking hungrily at the hardening bud. 

She felt the sleeping Superheroine give a soft sigh and smiling to herself again, she allowed her pink tongue to lovingly caress both jutting breasts, moving from one to the other as she sucked the now engorged nipples into her mouth. 

BlackCat Girl opened her eyes just in time to see a female body moving up her own and felt whoever it was fling a leg across her chest. Through sleepy eyes she saw delicious, tanned thighs closing around her head, restricting her movements even had she been in a position to react. The woman's most private of parts were now on display her to the Superheroine and rather than being repulsed, she felt a strange, aroused fascination at what was happening above her.

It was time, Melissa thought, lowering her hips to the confused mouth below her.

The sleepy Superheroine began to panic as her senses returned. She suddenly realised what was happening and the position she was in. But as Melissa's softness enveloped her face, she found that her tongue, following some hitherto unknown instinct, reached out and lightly licked the soft flesh. Melissa moaned in satisfaction and pleasure at the contact, softly brushing her labia back and forth across BlackCat Girl's now searching lips. 

"That's it baby. Lick me…" came the soft voice.

The now fully aware Superheroine felt sure that was Melissa's voice and urged on by just the thought of her diminutive lover, she slowly extended her tongue, lapping at the labia above her. It felt soft and warm and suitably encouraged, she pushed her long sensual tongue deep inside to meet the rewarding heat, licking at the moisture enveloping her mouth. 

Melissa arched her back as she felt the young woman beneath her begin to warm to her task, making her mound even more available to the tongue that was now committed to its pleasuring journey. At last, she thought with a long groan of delight! 

Her soft moans began to increase in intensity and her long fingernails dug into the pillow in front of her as BlackCat Girl became fully committed to the pleasuring act. Melissa whimpered involuntarily as she felt the delicious probing tongue finding its way even deeper into her ravenous core, the feather like jerks of her body conveying its pleasure as she reacted to the Superheroine's touch. 

BlackCat Girl's hands were now on Melissa's soft thighs, her delicate fingertips pulling her closer as she alternated between short, stiff fucking movements and sucking the sweet, round clitoris between her eager lips. She recalled the way Melissa had pleasured her inside her room at the Headquarters and was determined to return every action, every sensation.

Encouraged by the low moans filling the air between them, she worked her long sensual tongue between the velvet thighs and was rewarded as she Melissa's body stiffen above her. For a couple of seconds there was a loud silence before the thighs she held so tightly began to tremble and then jerk on her mouth. She felt the undulating woman's legs arching upwards as she opened herself further, just as she gushed in unbearable sweetness into the Superheroine's searching mouth.

 "Oh, fuck, baby," Melissa cried as her body shook under her orgasm.

She continued to thrust down on the beautiful woman beneath her as her climax overtook her, riding out the storm created by the orgasm until the waves began to subside and return to somewhere approaching normality. Only then did she ease herself off the virgin face, sliding her body downwards until she held the vulnerable, young Superheroine in her arms.

"Did I do well?" the pleasuring young virgin asked.

"You were fantastic," Melissa purred. "You ever done that before?"

The softly breathing Superheroine shook her head. "Never. But I loved it."

Melissa's broad smile lit up her face. "Good girl. We have a lot more planned for you...."

BlackCat Girl purred at the thought, but then asked, "Now me?" 

Her blue eyes were almost pleading as they silently begged Melissa to ease the unbearable burning feeling inside her own body and she gave a long coo-ing noise as the diminutive woman slid down between her waiting legs, licking at the superb inner thighs on her way. After pleasuring her lover, BlackCat Girl realised it would require very little to take her over the edge and she ached for that sweet release. 

But Melissa knew that she must not take the writhing woman to orgasm, instead it was necessary to leave her on the very edge of that precipice.

Her soft tongue gently lapped around the toned inner thighs, occasionally darting towards the desperately pleading sex but always stopping fractionally short. She teased and tormented the Superheroine, being careful to only just avoid the labia thrusting upwards in a frantic effort to gain access to the teasing mouth.

But such was the urgency of the movements underneath her, Melissa gave in for a brief moment and gently began to lick along through the heated furrow. The pre-orgasmic cries from the Superheroine warned her when she needed to ease off and each time BlackCat Girl raised her hips in an effort to reach orgasm, she eased her tongue away. 

It was torture for the undulating Superheroine, blissful torture. Over the next twenty minutes the hard, pink brought her to the brink on at least half a dozen occasions, but then teasingly slid away again when just a final touch was needed. Eventually, her dark haired lover pulled away altogether. 

"Want to cum now, baby?" she asked, reaching for the glass beside the bed.

"Oh yes," pleaded the panting Superheroine. "Yes. Please...."

Melissa smiled, holding the glass to her lips. "Drink this first."



 Whilst Lucas loved Huntergirl, he had to admit that his fucking of the sexually charged Feline Woman in the park had been an experience to remember. It had been even more wild and wanton than his taking of Wonderman's girlfriend, Louisa Layne, two days earlier. So the opportunity to fuck the sophisticated, black haired beauty again had seen him at a state of readiness even halfway through tonight's meal.

And now that he stood beside the bed, gazing down on the naked, lithe, athletic body, he could feel his aching hardness pushing against his pants. Whilst her skin-tight, black, leather costume had previously played its part in her desirability, the soft, naked figure that he gazed down upon made his mouth water. 

Quickly undressing, he took his place beside her on the bed, unable to prevent his eager mouth from immediately plunging to her superbly full, freckled, breasts and sucking a soft nipple inside. He took his time, alternating between planting soft, wet, kisses across the firm breasts, before taking each erect tip in his mouth. He sucked gently and then harder, tugging first one and then the other nipple between his teeth. 

He heard the sleeping Superheroine gasp and took that as his cue to run his right hand along her stomach, down through the narrow strip of dark black curls and onto her rounded pubis. He stroked her gently, smiling as he heard her begin to pant softly with arousal. His eager fingers sought out her clitoris, stroking the already hard bud with his soft fingertips, causing shivers of pleasure to run through her slowly awakening body.

His lips continued to make love to her breasts, taking each of the erect nipples in his mouth, alternately sucking them inside and rolling his tongue around the hard nubs. Hearing Feline Woman moan again, he softly bit the right nipple between his teeth, shaking his head as he did so like a dog with a bone. 

The sensations running through the Superheroine's body were rapidly bringing her to full consciousness, but even as she hovered between a sleepened and awakened state, she opened her long legs to accommodate and encourage his working fingers. Her hips were beginning to rotate against his hand and her breathing had now become ragged, signalling her approaching orgasm.

His fingers dipped inside her very core and he began to move with breathtaking speed as her body bucked against him. His knowing hand worked deeper against her now thrusting firm, athletic buttocks until he could feel her whole body shaking. Her rounded hips magnificently responded to his masturbation of her until, just before she exploded on his fingers, he pulled his hand away.

"No," he heard her say, attempting to grab and return his fingers between her legs, desperate for him to finish his work.

She was fully awake now and her tired but still aroused eyes stared into his, silently pleading for him to take her over the edge she was so close to. Instead, he sat back and pulled her up with him, roughly taking her head and guiding it to his lap. She needed no second bidding and her sweet, red lips engulfed his rounded tip, sliding around the head before sinking down the long, erect shaft.

 She slowly began to move her head, sliding her full mouth up and down his erection, her working lips slipping over him with gentle sucking sounds. She twirled her thin, pink tongue around the head as she bobbed up and down, taking his growing moans as encouragement to increase the pace. He slipped his hands into her lustrous, black hair as he revelled in the wet heat of her sensual mouth and it seemed she enjoyed being the aggressor, one soft hand dropping to gently caress his testicles.

This was too much for him and he knew that as soon as she tenderly gripped his balls, her sucking mouth expertly increasing the pressure on him as she did so, as if defying him not to come. He half expected her to pull away as his orgasm raced towards the surface but instead she grabbed the base of his shaft with both hands and her bobbing head deep throated him as he immediately reached his climax. 

With a long grunt of satisfaction, he came into her throat, her sucking intensity increasing as he did. She felt the first stream arrive and the second spurt immediately followed a few seconds later, splashing against the back of the throat. Several more bursts continued and the athletic bodied Superheroine took it all, her mouth licking and cleaning the final drops until his spasming body began to still. 

But even then, her mouth would not leave him and he felt his diminishing member beginning to respond again to her continuing ministrations as the sexual high that had overtaken her burned as brightly as ever.

He reached over to take her hand and pulled her to her feet, turning her around so that she leant forward against the bed. Realising what he wanted, she spread her legs and thrust her impressively firm, athletic buttocks upwards and outwards, offering her undulating body to him. It was an amazing turn-on, this vulnerable Superheroine so desperate for him to penetrate her and so submissively offering herself so blatantly to him.

A burning Feline Woman groaned as he firmly gripped her swaying hips and eased between her taut buttocks, her soft outer lips parting slightly as he slid between them. She settled back against his strong thighs, her legs opening more widely now as she allowed his shaft to part her. She threw her head back as she rocked against him, a grunt from his lips and a moan from hers testifying to the sensations flowing between them.

Luca moved one hand to her curvy hip whilst his other grabbed and gently pulled back on her dark hair. She responded to every movement as he began to slowly thrust inside of her, her hands tightly gripping the bedclothes in front of her as his hips now pistoned into her at a better angle. 

"You like Lucas fucking you?" he grunted, pulling more tightly on her thick, black hair.

Her only response was an animalistic growl and he took it slowly, knowing that he must not take her over the edge, but feeling his own desire and need surging through his body. His arousal took an extra leap inside him as she slowly turned her beautiful head to look back at him, her wanton eyes glowing as her undulating buttocks thrust back and slapped against his hips.

He held onto her waist with one hand and her breast with the other, as she continued to push back hard against him, eagerly accepting his thrusts into her. Her sublime body was bouncing against him as he increased his motions whilst all the time her sparkling green eyes were fixed on his, narrowing in the heat of their fucking. She was deliberately holding his gaze with her own and the desperately lusful and challenging look on her face took him over the edge. 

The overwhelming intensity had broken his resistance much earlier than he anticipated and it released like an explosion inside him. For a few moments he was lost to the sensations of his incredibly powerful orgasm, and he almost allowed her to make herself cum as she increased her backward thrusts against him. 

Recovering just in time, he pulled out and away, only for her to whirl around and throw herself down on the bed, legs open as she pulled him down and onto her. His hand was just able to reach the drink as the fevered woman began to take him inside her again, and she greedily drained the glass even as her wild hips began to move against him.

The impact of the drug quickly hit her, and he realised it was only just in time as he would have been powerless to prevent the sexual animal beneath him from quickly reaching her orgasm whilst taking him to another. Relieved, yet frustrated, he pulled himself out of her slackening body and wearily got to his feet. 

He needed the antidote.



Huntergirl looked down at the sleeping body. Phenomenon's chest was rising and falling rhythmically with what seemed to be a faint smile across his peaceful lips. The scars were still present on his wrists, testament to the times he had attempted to free himself whilst Huntergirl had ravished him on the large sofa in the communal room at the League of Liberty and Justice Headquarters.

A movement drew her gaze to his eyes, and she saw that they had flicked open. His dreamy, drugged half-closed pupils were attempting to focus and she waited patiently whilst he began to take in his surroundings and stare somewhat vacantly at her. Eventually, he shook his head and whispered something that she strained to hear. Moving her head closer to his, she heard him repeat himself.

"Mustn't cum..."

She smiled to herself. Being the first to be brought to Raven Towers, they had kept Phenomenon drugged a day or two longer than the others and it was clear that he had not yet adjusted to what had happened to him. Her face was inches from his ear and she ran her delectable tongue along his neck.

"What's that baby?" she teasingly whispered. 




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"Mustn't cum..." he gasped again, a little louder this time.

"That's right," she responded, her long and highly skilled tongue now licking along the other side of his strong neck. "You mustn't cum, baby."

He nodded, his eyes following her as she stood up. His piercing blue eyes watched her as she began to undress, widening as she slipped her costume from her shoulders and her full, golden orbs bounced free, erotically swinging across her chest until they settled. She ran her hands over the erect coral nipples that stood out, their colour providing a sensuous contrast to that of her delicious looking breasts.

She held his eyes with hers, enjoying the wide-eyed arousal that she saw in them, and holding his almost child-like stare, she eased herself a couple of steps backwards, so that he had a full view as she slid the rest of her costume down her body and revealed her full nakedness to him.

His eyes left her golden orbs and rested between her thighs, momentarily hypnotised by the perfectly groomed thatch of light brown hair between her shapely thighs. She slowly ran her fingers down and stroked them through her delicious strip of pubic hair, watching him involuntarily lick his lips as his eyes widened further at the sight of the full body on display.

"You don't want to cum?" she murmured, moving closer. 

He wearily shook his head, his eyes still trained on her well toned body.

"Okay baby," she purred, climbing on the bed. "If you don't want to, you have to pleasure Huntergirl instead. Okay baby?" 

Taking no chances, she pinned his arms with her knees as she straddled his head and then, with slow precision, she nestled down onto his face and began to rotate her hips. It all happened too quickly for him to take in and as she ground herself down, she heard him emit a stifled groan. 

She looked behind her and smiled as she saw that he was already sporting an impressive erection. She reached backwards and took his proud shaft firmly in her hand, stroking the vivid, bulbous, head with the pad of her thumb. 

Her stroking did not affect his movements and his tongue licked gently at her vulva. He drew her gently into his mouth from time to time and then worked his tongue slowly inside her as she pressed down on him, pushing it as deep as he could. 

"Oh God, that is so good, baby." she murmured. "You must have been practicising somewhere......?" 

Her body stiffened as an electrical current appeared from nowhere and then she adjusted herself so that she could take him deeper still. The walls of her sex drew him in and, in the process she manoeuvred herself so that his nose deliciously pressed against her pink clitoris. This was too good! 

She squirmed with pleasure at the sensations her fantasy Superhero was creating in her, and whilst she knew her undulations made breathing difficult for him, she was unrelenting in the way that she ground down on him, her hand still softly stroking his hardness behind her. She felt the familiar tell tale sign as his penis began to throb and she quickly took her hand away, easing her body up so that he could hear.

 "That's naughty, baby," she purred. "You don't want to cum, remember? You've got to keep working at making Huntergirl cum instead!"

By easing herself slightly upwards, she freed his nose and allowed his tongue to travel to the taut bud of her clitoris. Her body responded in little jerks as he first licked at the hard nub and then he slipped it inside of his mouth. He sucked it in slow circles and just as she wanted the delicious teasing to continue for ever, she felt her thighs begin to tremble as the tell-tale sensation hit her like a sledgehammer.

She squeezed her knees against his head as her cries heralded the onset of her climax and she emitted a soft scream as she orgasmed on his still working mouth. The speed and intensity of her climax surprised her and her writhing body continued to fuck that wonderful mouth as she came, one peak following on top of another, until finally, her out of control body began to relax and slumped back over him, momentarily drained.

"That was so good, baby," she eventually murmured in her post orgasmic bliss, her hand returning to his hardness again. "So good that I want you to do me again!"

She ran a finger lazily through the dark folds of her labia, listening to him whimper as she eased herself over his face again. Despite the intensity of her orgasm, she felt an overwhelming desire to cum again. 

She began to slowly rotate her hips, her soft sex working over his face and smearing him with her sweet juices, until her need became more urgent. Her movements quickly changed, the rotation of her hips building as she began to drive herself up and down his face. Her movements grew faster, becoming almost animal like as she relentlessly drove herself on. 

She realised that her hand was jerking his penis as she moved and she hurriedly pulled it away, focusing instead on the feeling building inside her. Her movements had long since lost control and she ground herself onto his face as she worked her way towards a second, inevitable climax. Her moans gave way to a series of panted breaths as she reached her orgasm, her body wrenched by a series of violent, uncontrolled jolts as she completely lost control. 

"Fucking hell, baby." she purred. "That was good. So very good."

She eased herself downwards, away from his glistening face. As she sat on his chest, she snaked her hand out behind her and felt for his erection again. He groaned as she ran her hand along the shaft. He was rock hard. Easing herself back, she let it trail against her sex and without allowing him entry, rubbed her soft wetness against him. He groaned again, bucking his hips in an attempt to gain entry.

"Now, now," she purred. "You want to be inside?" 

The sex crazed Superhero nodded.

"Phenomenon wants to be inside Huntergirl?" she breathed.

He nodded again, his hips desperately thrusting upwards.

"Phenomenon wants to fuck Huntergirl?" she softly said, continuing her teasing.

"Yes," she heard him groan.

"Phenomenon wants to cum?" 

His voice was a croak. "Yes...." 

"Okay, baby," she whispered, reaching for the glass as she briefly allowed his bulbous head to slip inside her, gently rocking her hips to allow the entry. She knew she could tease him for a few delicious seconds.

"Drink this first." 

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Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 08



Continuing the theme of trying something new, this is a completely different idea and approach to that of 'Vegas', but one that has fascinated me for some time. And in writing this, I have taken on board feedback on my first posting, which suggested a tinge of disappointment with the balance between poker and erotica... there is none of the former and the focus in this storyline is most definitely the latter.

And as always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.

This is the Final Chapter

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DAY EIGHT: REVENGE IS COMPLETE - ALMOST

The crime fighters were all asleep after their sexual teasing at the hands of Raven and her team. Asleep, and highly sexed. Raven had each of them bathed whilst in their drugged state and returned them to their sleeping quarters, albeit different bedrooms this time. Each of the four bedrooms contained king sized beds. They also contained video cameras so that every move could be recorded. Giant screens adorned each wall opposite the bed - they would serve a useful purpose.

Amazonian Woman was taken to the room that was already occupied by Myra Jean. The two of them were laid side by side in the large bed and allowed to wake naturally. A similar process was followed in each of the other three bedrooms. BlackCat Girl was placed beside Holly, Feline Woman next to Phenomenon, and StunMan with Louisa Layne. 

Whilst Venus Flytrap was already on board Raven's private jet travelling towards her island destination, Raven and her small team gathered in their main lounge and switched on each of their four screens. They opened another celebratory bottle of champagne, activated the video cameras and sat back to wait.



It was Myra Jean who awoke first. As she saw the young woman beginning to stir, Raven pressed a button and lit up the screen in the bedroom. She piped in the recording of Nancy's seductive dance at the club and the gentle but sensual seduction of the beautiful wife of StunMan that followed. Myra sat up on the bed, easing herself up onto her elbows as her drugged eyes took in the scene on the big screen opposite the bed. 

She originally thought it was some kind of a blue movie, but as her clarity of mind began to slowly return, she realised with horror exactly what the unfolding scene was.

She watched the display, spellbound at the sight of Nancy slowly dancing towards her and her on-screen eyes widening as she saw Huntergirl unzip her dress, slip her fingers inside the material and unhook her brassiere. 

It seemed so surreal, and she felt the burning in her body intensify as the action on the large screen unfolded. Huntergirl had now exposed her breasts and Nancy was kneeling between her legs, pressing her still incredible looking body against her own. She watched as the dancer writhed against her, and then saw Huntergirl turn her face towards Nancy, who wasted no time in kissing her. 

Despite herself, Myra Jean adjusted her position on the bed and dropped a hand between her legs, immediately finding and stroking her aroused clitoris. She let out a long groan as she pleasured herself, her eyes closing for a moment but then returning to the action on the giant screen.

Her good friend Huntergirl was now behind her and fondling her soft breasts and she watched as her own body shuddered on the screen as her face contorted as she had actually cum! As she lay on the bed, the action encouraged her busy fingers to work faster on her now swollen little bud. She watched Nancy push Huntergirl's hands away and slide her mouth to her breasts, seemingly biting, licking and sucking until the Myra Jean had orgasmed a second time.

Her mouth was dry as her fingers did their work, taking her to another orgasm in that large bed as she watched, transfixed, as Nancy pulled off her remaining clothing and lowered that sweet mouth to her sex. She watched herself jerk against the woman as it seemed as if a third sweet on-screen orgasm had overtaken her, and that was sufficient for her to reach her climax right there and then on the bed.

"That was impressive..."

Myra Jean swung her head around in shock. Such had been her concentration on the big screen, she had no idea anyone else was in the room with her, let alone lying next to her on the bed. She gasped aloud. It was Amazonian Woman, as naked as she was. Her eyes took in the full curves of the sensational looking Superheroine, flicking across the beautiful face, her full, rounded breasts, the sweeping curves of her hips, before coming to rest on the thick, black, pubic hair between her spread thighs.  

The Amazonian spread her thighs further under Myra Jean's gaze, her alert blue-black eyes hooded in anticipation. She gently patted the bed between her legs and laid her head back on the soft pillow.

Myra Jean was drawn like a rabbit in headlights and felt herself follow the unspoken command, easing her head between the legs just as Nancy had done with her.

"Take your time," murmured the powerful Amazonian.

As she did, she looked over at the screen on the far wall and watched through narrowing eyes. Huntergirl's tongue was playing along Myra Jean's neck and her hands were fondling those delicious looking milky, white breasts. And all the time, StunMan's blonde wife was deliriously and repeatedly humping herself against the woman between her legs. 

On the bed, Myra Jean found that the burning in her body had returned despite her orgasm and she did as she was bid, crawling between the voluptuous thighs and for the first time in her life, she lowered her head between a woman's legs, her eager tongue licking at each of her labia in turn, coaxing them to life.

"Suck them..." came the command.

StunMan's blonde wife turned her head slightly and delicately drew a fleshy lip into her mouth before teasing it with her tongue, exactly the way Nancy had teased her. She heard the powerful Amazonian moan with pleasure and shift slightly on the bed, her hand encouragingly running through Myra Jean's blonde locks.

"Mmmm, don't stop," purred the Superheroine. 

This was not Venus Flytrap, but Myra Jean's mouth felt like it was a very good alternative.

Myra Jean's heart was bursting through her chest at the realisation that she was pleasuring this curvaceous Superheroine and such was her own lust that she so badly wanted to make the writhing woman cum, just like Huntergirl and Nancy had done with her.

 Flattened her tongue, she soon found a rhythm and undulated her head so that her nose ran through the thickness of the Amazonian's black pubic hair with each stroke, hearing the moans above her increase with every lap of her tongue. Her lips took over, pulling the shining clitoris from its hood and sucking it inside her mouth, teasing it between her teeth before sliding her mouth up and down as if she was giving fellatio to her husband.

"Oh fuck," she heard the Amazonian cry.

The thought that she, Myra Jean, was the cause of so much pleasure in this undulating crime fighter sent spasms of pleasure throughout her own body and with the images from the large screen still fresh in her mind, she began to increase her ministrations, flicking her tongue rapidly against the shining bud and then circling slowly around the retracted hood.

It was too much for the Amazonian who scissored her legs behind Myra Jean's bobbing head, keeping the blonde firmly pressed to her clitoris as her orgasm overtook her. Within seconds, her body was violently shuddering and trembling against the young woman's still licking tongue.



StunMan's body was alive. Alive with arousal. Alive with lust. He lay on the large four poster bed and knew something was wrong, badly wrong. He did not recognise the room, but he did recognise the naked woman lying next to him. It was Louisa Layne, Wonderman's girlfriend. His mind attempted to understand exactly what was happening, tried to rationalise what he was doing here. 

But he could not. His drugged mind refused to allow any sort of rationalisation and all he knew was that something was wrong. He should not be lying here, naked, with Wonderman's girlfriend. He should be here with Myra Jean his wife. Where was she? He looked across at Louisa and for a few, long seconds he was unable to take his eyes away. God, she had an amazingly curvaceous body. He loved her honey-tanned colour, quite a contrast to Myra Jean's milky, white figure.

His eyes ran over her firm breasts, gently moving with her soft breathing, her short, black hair framing a quite peaceful, beautiful face. He had not realised just how beautiful Wonderman's girlfriend actually was. Nor what an amazing body she had. His eyes returned to her breasts, with her soft nipples set high on the curve of each orb. He experienced a wave of longing, wanting to bend across and take each of those two soft tips into his mouth and bring them to hardness.

Somehow he managed to hold himself in check, just a nanosecond away from carrying out what his body urged him to do. He felt a large knot develop in his throat and he tried to drag his eyes away, but instead found them wandering down to her deliciously flat stomach, the amazingly sexy, diamond stud adorning her belly button. And then there was the incredibly arousing sight of the neatly trimmed bush of black pubic hair that crowned her thighs....

He allowed himself a long sigh, dragging his eyes back up again to the beautiful, sleeping face. He looked down at his own body, his rapidly hardening, almost obscenely long penis which was growing to its maximum length before his eyes. He gulped again. His body was burning with desire. In an instant, his mind recalled his sex with Raven and he knew that he badly needed to fuck again. Where was Myra Jean?

With a strength of mind that had always served him so well, he repeated to himself through closed eyes that it would be his beautiful, faithful wife he would soon be making love too. Until then, he would resist any temptation placed in his way. Raven had tricked him. He would not allow himself to be tricked again. Myra Jean deserved so much more than that.

No sooner had he made his commitment to himself than a giant screen, that had gone unnoticed on the far wall , flickered into life. His eyes were drawn to the erotic scene unfolding. There were three women, one dancing sensually in front of the other two. It took but a moment to realise that Myra Jean was one of the two seated women. The other resembled Huntergirl but his eyes were focused only on his blonde wife 

He was transfixed as she appeared to allow the dancer to spread her legs and lower her head, the sound from the screen vivid as she was taken to one orgasm after another. He shook his head. This was wrong. This was not his Myra Jean. She must have been drugged, whatever it was that was causing the burning sensation in his own body right now must have been running through hers. 

He comforted himself with the thought that she was the passive receiver of their lustful attentions, attempting to rationalise what was happening and drill into himself that she had no choice. It was then that the scene changed and this time his wife was lying on a bed similar to his own, with... yes, that was right, with Amazonian Woman. His mouth was dry as he watched the action unfold, unaware that it had taken place less than half an hour ago in an adjoining room.

This time there was nothing passive about his wife. She was crawling between Amazonian Woman's long, powerful legs, erotically lowering her head between the Superheroine's welcoming thighs and from the reaction of the Amazonian, was using her mouth to very good effect. And this time there was no coercion, she was pleasuring this woman of her own volition.

He felt his penis aching with lust and he turned again to Wonderman's girlfriend lying beside him on the bed. This time, there was no way he could prevent himself from following his urges and he leant across and lowered his head to her gleaming, breasts, running his mouth over the velvet skin. He sucked first one hard, expectant nipple into his mouth whilst his fingers ran across her firm left orb and squeezed around her nipple. 

His long tongue snaked out and flicked each nipple in turn, then stroked across the full curve of each globe, the pliant flesh yielding beneath it until he returned to her dark points, each nipple beginning to swell in his mouth. He took his time, watching the sleeping face for any signs of her eyes beginning to open, but instead he was rewarded by soft groans from her now open mouth, even in sleep sensually licking her full lips in arousal.

As he lavished attention to her breasts, his hand gently ran down to the inside of her tanned thigh, stroking her soft skin until his fingers reached her rounded pubis. He stroked gently until she willingly opened her legs. He heard her groan more loudly as his eager fingers sought out her clitoris, his gentle fingertips softly stroking the little nubbin.

Despite her sleepened state, he felt Louisa begin to rotate her hips against his fingers. She was involuntarily moving her legs even wider to allow him better access to continue with his pleasuring. He felt her body jerking with the sensations he was creating as his fingertip slid easily back and forward, now inside her. He expertly masturbated her in a way his wife loved, but knowing that for some reason it was important for him to use his lovingly learned technique to bring this sleeping woman, Wonderman's girlfriend, to orgasm.

Her arousal was clearly increasing and now she was squirming her bottom against the cream, silk sheets on the bed, his fingers attending ceaselessly to her growing needs. He heard her now constant moans and they only served to arouse and encourage him further. Her breathing was now ragged such was the sensations running through her superb body.

As her orgasm approached she bucked against his hand and his mouth left her breasts so that he could watch her face at the moment of fulfilment. And then it happened. She clamped her thighs together, trapping his fingers inside her and squeezing her muscles to hold the invaders in place. He felt her legs start to tremble and began to frantically rotate his trapped fingers. Her whole body was trembling, and then she exploded on his fingers, emitting a loud, deep, wild moan as she came.



Feline Woman and Phenomenon reached consciousness at around the same time. Neither quite appreciated where they were, their befuddled minds still partly in the same place as they had been before their final, drugged, drinks had taken them back into their aroused unconscious sleep.

"Need to fuck," Phenomenon gasped. 

His fuzzy mind was returning to Huntergirl's teasing words just before he passed out again. 

"Please... I need to fuck."

He reached out for the woman on the bed beside him, his drugged eyes not yet taking in that this was Feline Woman and not Huntergirl.

"Please," he implored, pushing Feline Woman back against the soft, black, satin sheets. "I need to fuck."

The words sent shivers of delight through the Superheroine. Her mind was back with Lucas, recalling the way she had thrown herself down on the bed, legs open as she had pulled him down and onto her. Her fevered arousal remained as great, as urgent, and she complied willingly. Her wild hips began to move against him as 'Lucas' urgently pushed her thighs apart and began to move into position.

But as her legs willingly widened, revealing the delectable, narrow strip of dark black curls, his mind recalled the way that Huntergirl had used him. And instead of attempting to enter her it was his face he lowered to her thighs, not his thick, aroused penis.

As he settled himself between her aroused thighs, his lips and flicking tongue arrowed straight to her half exposed clitoris. Despite her initial disappointment that it was his tongue rather than his penis that had found her, she moaned and writhed against his face, feeling the tingling heat rippling through her body. 

"That feels good," she encouraged, undulating her hips, wanting and needing to cum. 

She gasped as he eased two fingers inside her soft folds, and began to finger-fuck her. Her breathing had quickened in time with her frantic movements, her hips rotating back and forth in rhythm with his probing fingers and searching tongue. Phenomenon responded with the same urgency, his mouth working as furiously as his fingers, whilst his other hand reached up to her aching nipple, caressing it as she writhed beneath him.

Feline Woman pulled his head tighter against her sex and desperately ground herself against his mouth as she searched for the release she urgently needed. He increased the pace of his combined movements of hands, lips, mouth and tongue and was rewarded when he felt her body stiffen. 

A few second later, she cried out as powerful tingling jolts rippled through her aroused body as her orgasm overtook her. Phenomenon held on to her undulating hips as she erupted in wild spasms, continuing to lick her with his tongue and fuck her with his fingers until her heaving body relaxed, her soft mouth emitting an audible sigh of relief. 

Only then did he ease himself upwards and as she opened her legs again, her hands grasped his taut buttocks. She arched her hips, awaiting the penetration they both urgently required. 

He guided himself to her vulva, momentarily rubbing the bulbous head adorning his erect shaft against her soft skin. It sent an electric bolt through her as brushed against the sensitive clitoris. She gasped and twitched at the sensation, her fingernails leaving pointed indentations as they dug into his hard buttocks and pulled him into her. 

She adjusted her body to guide the rounded head inside her waiting opening, feeling him push inside and thrust all the way, her soft, velvet walls now circling the entirety of his pulsating hardness. Immediately, she frantically began to move her hips in sweeping circular motions, hearing his welcoming groans in response.

Phenomenon was groaning in pleasure as her tight sex throbbed around his penis, he needed this so very badly. Huntergirl had teased him for too long. For Feline Woman, the feeling of Lucas buried deep in her felt a little different than before, but still exquisitely good. 

Their mouths met and their tongues entwined in a passionate tongue kiss as they set off on their journey, a competition to match each other's thrusts. His hands reached for her superbly full breasts and her sweet, red lips moaned against his neck as they paused momentarily, before resuming their frenzied fucking motions. They both needed this and as Phenomenon drew back and drove forward, Feline Woman widened her legs and co-ordinated her motions against his so that they fell into a comfortable, albeit urgent, rhythm.

Her hands reached across and gripped his buttocks again. She pulled him forward as her hips thrust in an attempt to take him as deep as she possibly could. Sweat was dripping from their thrusting, undulating bodies as they noisily slapped together. They were both closing in on their climax. 

It was Feline Woman who erupted first, shaking beneath his weight and tightening her thighs against his waist. Her body went rigid as an incredible climax gripped her, her juices soaking his penis as she quaked in spasms of intense delight. The ever present burning heat engulfed her still thrusting loins. 




Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 08



Phenomenon slowed his pace to allow her pleasure to unfold but as the effects of her orgasm lessened, he picked up the pace again with short, thrusting strokes. After a few moments, he groaned as he felt the familiar feeling inside as the exquisite pleasure took over his entire body. 

He shouted out when he peaked, ejaculating a river of cum in short, sharp burst, her legs now locked around his back and her feet pulling him into her with each jerk of his body. He kept thrusting, groaning as each successive rope of semen burst into her, her body eagerly accepting his tribute.

Eventually his spent penis began to soften and he pulled away, allowing his gently diminishing manhood rest on her lower stomach. In their minds, they had still made love to different people.



Holly sighed, her head still buzzing and her body burning. She had awoken ten minutes ago and was attempting to come to terms with where she was, what she was doing there, and who she was with. She turned on the bed for the umpteenth time since she awoke and stared at BlackCat Girl, lying naked beside her. 

She recalled Melissa asking her why she was so grumpy with her. She had responded that she had hardly seen BlackCat Girl since Melissa had appeared on the scene and that she was missing a good friend. But she knew that was only half the story. Melissa was correct when she said that Holly had heard them fucking, and that had been hard for Holly to take. For unknown to her employers, Holly had lusted after the young Superheroine since they had met.

Her mind had fantasised about the two of them on so many occasions, not expecting anything to happen, but hoping all the same. And instead, Melissa had entered their lives and she had gained the prize that Holly wanted, that Holly knew she deserved. And the fact that BlackCat Girl had given herself so easily to the young newcomer was hard to take. And it also made her realise that had Melissa not appeared, then she might well have been able to seduce the stunning young Superheroine.

The varied thoughts were running around her mind as she lay there quietly, before a sound at the far end of the room attracted her attention. She began to ease herself up against the pillow, seeing a flickering light across the room as she did so, and saw with amazement that a large screen on the opposite wall had jumped into life. The young woman she fantasised about was centre-screen, lying willingly on a bed as Melissa crawled up her body and settled her admittedly superb looking body across the Superheroine's face.

She watched transfixed as Melissa's firm hips gently undulated, brushing themselves backwards and forwards against the soft mouth beneath her. She heard the young woman's moans and was at first unsure whether it was BlackCat Girl's mouth that was willingly pleasuring her, or if the Superheroine was simply being used as a fuck-toy by the diminutive black haired girl.

But suddenly her questions were answered as she saw BlackCat Girl move her hands onto Melissa's soft thighs. Her eager fingers pulled the woman closer as her head moved beneath the undulating hips, the sound of muffled moans filling the room. She watched as Melissa's body stiffened and began to jerk, clearly in the throes of a quite intense orgasm.

This was too much. 

She turned to the young Superheroine on the bed beside her, and pressed her soft mouth against the sensuous full lips underneath her. Her still drugged mind whirled as she allowed her tongue to slip between BlackCat Girl's lips, immediately engaging the slowly awakening young woman's mouth with her own.

Her hands ran around the young Superheroine's neck as she drew her head into a long, slow kiss, provocatively rubbing her body against the responding woman on the soft cream sheets as she did so. She continued the long slow kisses, feeling BlackCat Girl beginning to respond. The woman was moaning into Holly's mouth as she felt her tongue being played with. Holly's urgency appeared to be infectious and the young Superheroine's sensual full lips responded as their mouths wrestled with one another in a quickly growing frenzy.

"You awake, baby?" Holly whispered, as BlackCat Girl's blue eyes slowly open.

The young Superheroine took a moment or two to adjust to what was happening. When Holly repeated the question, she nodded, still unsure of her surroundings but knowing that her burning body was enjoying the duel between their mouths, lips and tongues.

"You've no idea how long I've waited for this," Holly murmured, her mouth continuing to assault the sensual lips responding to hers.

Her eager hands dropped to the young, black haired woman's deliciously jutting breasts, stroking and caressing as they kissed. She tweaked the hard nipples into a constant state of rock hard erectness, listening to the soft moans escaping from BlackCat Girl's parted lips. Eventually, Holly's mouth left hers and worked their way down to her breasts, slowly sucking on one thrusting orb, her wet tongue flicking hungrily at the erect bud.

Holly felt she was in heaven, at long last the young Superheroine was hers to do with as she wanted. She was determined to take full advantage and slowly teased the firm right orb. Her tongue circled the hard nipple with her narrow, long tongue, all the while her right hands caressing and pleasuring her left globe. She was rewarded with BlackCat Girl's acquiescence, the Superheroine snaking her hand around Holly's neck, pulling her mouth more firmly against her heaving breast. 

That was enough for Holly. She knew that the young woman beside her was as aroused as she and the time was now. 

She eased herself away, trembling in anticipation of the erotic delights to come. Planting a soft kiss on the ruby lips of the young, nubile beauty, she raised herself on the bed, their eyes meeting. She flung a shapely, long leg across the young Superheroine's body, easing herself upwards to the waiting mouth. 

Her mouth let out a long moan as she felt BlackCat Girl's hands slide under her superbly rounded young buttocks and the young Superheroine needed no urging as her probing tongue began to lick along Holly's inner thighs. 

Just the anticipation of what was to come, and the euphoria of knowing the young woman she had fantasised about was a committed participant, was almost sufficient to bring Holly to orgasm there and then. Her dry mouth allowed a stream of whimpers to escape as she felt BlackCat Girl continuing to slowly stroke and lick along her thighs, her long, sensual tongue growing ever closer to her hot core. 

She was already thrusting her curvy hips downwards on the young Superheroine's waiting mouth, searching for relief. Deliciously, she was rewarded as the delicious tongue underneath her parted the her glistening lips and slid easily into her soft, pink vulva, before gliding deeper into her willing body. 

The Superheroine's soft hands stroked Holly's curvy hips as she unerringly homed in on her G-spot and ran her pointed tongue in circular motions over and around the twenty year olds sweet sex-button. This was almost too much, exquisitely so. 

Holly could feel her excitement mounting as the young Superheroine expertly stimulated her body and moaned out loud as she felt herself begin to spiral inexorably upwards, her body trembling as the waves of ecstasy engulfed her. 

She could not hold back any longer and arched her back, bending backwards and lifting her hips upwards. The probing tongue followed her and she screamed out in pleasure, her body stretched to its maximum as she jerked uncontrollably. All the while, the Superheroine's tongue continued to pleasure her throughout her climax, her soft hands keeping her trembling hips firmly against her working mouth. 



Slowly recovering, Amazonian Woman and Myra Jean's eyes were glued to the large screen as they watched BlackCat Girl pleasuring the twenty year-old Holly. Their sky-high arousal was increased further, if such a thing was possible, by the scene being played into their well lit bedroom. 

Tearing her light blue eyes away, the blonde realised that the Amazonian had left the bed and as she turned to look for her, she stared wide-eyed as the blue-black haired beauty was just finishing fastening a strap-on dildo to her voluptuous hips.

"I just saw this," the Amazonian purred, her blue-black eyes returning the blonde woman's gaze. 

Myra Jean felt a lump in her throat, but was unsure whether it was anticipation or concern.

"I know what you're thinking," the Amazonian continued.

Myra Jean stared at her, feeling the dryness in her mouth.

"You're thinking of how much you want me to fuck you!" 

 

Myra Jean slowly nodded. That was exactly what she wanted from this voluptuous Amazonian.

"Show me how much," Amazonian Woman commanded.

Myra Jean fell back on the bed, sensuously arching her back. Her long, pink tongue flicked across her bow-like lips and she ran her hands across her milky white breasts, pulling on her elongated nipples as she spread her legs, exposing the full glory of her sex beneath the erotic, white strip of pubic hair to the Amazonian's gaze.

"Good girl," Amazonian Woman encouraged, the phallus bouncing slightly as she deliberately swung her curvaceous hips whilst covering the short distance between them.

Sliding across the waiting body, her soft mouth found the blonde's lips as she eased between her soft, white thighs. She slowly kissed and licked around her bow-like lips and then ran along the soft skin of her neck until she reached her jewelled ear. 

"What do you want?" the Amazonian whispered.

Her own body was burning with desire and the need to be the sexual predator. She had noticed the strap-on by accident but as soon as she had seen it, there was only one thought on her mind.

"Given the choice, do you want me to fuck you right now... or your husband?"

Myra Jean's eyes clouded and her brow wrinkled. What kind of question was that?

"Tell me," Amazonian Woman whispered.

She wondered where the wickedness had come, from but knew she desperately wanted to fuck StunMan's young wife in the same way that Venus Flytrap had fucked her.

As Myra Jean paused, her love for and loyalty to her husband counterbalancing the immense surges of desire running through her body, the Amazonian began to gently work herself, and the dildo, against the young body beneath her. She grinned to herself at her absolute wickedness as she heard the blonde's pleasurable soft growl at the back of her throat.

"Well?" she persisted. 

Myra Jean shook her head from side to side, unwilling to say the words that would betray her husband. But at the same time, she drew her legs around the back of the Amazonian as she felt the Superheroine ease the tip was inside of her. She tried to pull the body into hers but Amazonian Woman held back, working the tip fractionally in and out but not allowing any further penetration until she heard the words.

"Well?" she asked again.

Myra Jean was lost. She so desperately needed her aching body to be filled, so badly wanted this voluptuous woman to fuck her. 

"You?" she gasped.

The Amazonian raised her eyebrow, as if requesting further confirmation. She locked her feet behind the strong back, pulling her into her wet, wanton and wild body. 

"You?" she repeated, "I want you to fuck me." 

"Not your husband?" the Amazonian teased, allowing the dildo to slowly ease its way further inside the milky white body.

"No," the blonde gasped. "Not StunMan. I want you to fuck me. Now!" 

The words were sufficient and Amazonian Woman eased forward to fully penetrate the moaning young woman. And it took only a couple of thrusts for the blonde to cry out and shudder as an orgasm immediately overwhelmed her.

"Good girl," the Amazonian purred. "You came for me..." 

Amazonian Woman rested for a moment or two, allowing the trembling young woman's orgasm to run its course, and as she felt the blonde begin to recover, she began to move her hips again, building up the pace of her soft thrusts inside the sex-crazed wife. As she did, Myra Jean's soft groans began again and then the Amazonian felt the long, toned legs wrap themselves around her back for a second time.

As Myra Jean thrust back, the Amazonian played with the body beneath her, drawing herself away before thrusting back again. The blonde's beautiful face was clenched with the pleasure of their fucking and she thrust back animal like as she sought and then found her second orgasm, her body again shaking and trembling as the voluptuous Superheroine continued to thrust into her throughout her climax.

As Myra Jean recovered, the Amazonian moved away and frantically shed the strap-on, returning to straddle the blonde and settle her voluptuous thighs over the bow-like lips beneath her. It was her turn now.



The sight on the screen was too much for StunMan. But whatever it was that led his wife to allow the wonderfully voluptuous Amazonian Woman to fuck her, the same intensity of feeling was running through his own body. And with any luck, when he was finished here, he thought that perhaps he might be able to sample that incredible Amazonian body as well as his wife's. 

But for the moment, the sight on the screen had turned his burning lust into a raging inferno and he grabbed hold of Louisa Layne's curvaceous, honey-tanned body, feeling the diamond stud in her belly button against his fingertips as he turned her around on the cream, silk sheets, pushing her forwards as he moved into position behind her.

"What are you doing?" the black haired reporter asked.

"What do you think?" he rasped in answer, his lust such that he had no interest in conversation.

"I don't know," she answered, trembling with anticipation.

"Now don't tell me that you and Wonderman haven't fucked doggie-style."

She shivered. "We... we... haven't fucked at all," she whimpered.

He felt his already rock hard penis rear upwards even further as her answer resulted in what felt like a surge of electricity running through him.

"Well, baby," he whispered, images of his wife and Amazonian Woman still running through his mind, "I guess we are both in for a treat."

He heard Wonderman's girlfriend let out a long groan as he rubbed his hardness along the heated furrow between her legs. Her slim hand reach down behind her, gently stroking his hardness as it slid against her. He eased her forward, his hands first on her firm hips to manoeuvre her into position and then on the undersides of her magnificently rounded buttocks, gliding slowly back and forth to maintain her arousal and guide her into position. 

She twisted her head to one side against the soft pillow and looked back at him, her violet eyes brimming with sexual desire. She was softly whimpering as she watched him pull her hips slowly upwards, with his hands until her thighs were vertical and her flawless buttocks stood high above the rumpled sheets. She felt so submissive and yet, so alive, her body burning to have him inside of her 

StunMan heard her soft whimpering and the sound encouraged him further, gently positioning the bulbous head of his penis between her legs, before again rubbing himself along the valley between her buttocks. He decided to allow them both to enjoy the anticipation of the moment, but the black haired woman was in no mood for soft teasing.

She thrust backwards with perfect precision, moaning with joy as her accommodating body fully enveloped his manhood. As she accepted his throbbing erection deep inside her, her hips trembled in his hands. She was astonished how full she felt in this new, and to her, exceptionally erotic position. She frantically pushed her body backwards and onto him, turning again to stare at him as she did so.

The challenge in her eyes only added to the eroticism of the moment and they held each other's gaze as he drew his hips back. He pulled himself almost free, before thrusting easily back until he filled her completely, both of them gasping at the sensation of his inward stroke. Amazingly, they found an immediate rhythm and each began to thrust back and forth, StunMan's big hands tightly controlling her compliant hips. 

The sensation was remarkable, further inflaming the burning in both sweating bodies. The Superhero tightened his grip as he increased the pace of his thrusts, the sound of his body smacking against her rounded buttocks filling the room. Both were close, and StunMan's mouth began to open as he felt his own orgasm approaching, whilst Louisa whimpered with helplessness as his frantic thrusts began to take her over the edge.

She felt him begin to shake as he climaxed, and she briefly looked back to see his contorted face as she thrust uncontrollably back against him. She felt desperate to encourage every last drop from his body and into hers before her own orgasm overtook her. But almost immediately, she was there too. She gasped loudly as she felt her body violently tremble, her electrifying orgasm shaking her and she thrust her head deep into the pillow, raising her shuddering buttocks further as they came together.



Remarkably, it was only after they recovered from their first round of fucking that Phenomenon and Feline Woman realised who each other was. Any embarrassment was instantly overcome by the powerful arousal that still infected both their bodies and the images of the coupling in the other three rooms that were being displayed on their large screen only served to further inflame the intensity of their feelings.

At the very moment that StunMan and Louisa Layne were perfectly executing their orgasms, Feline Woman had mounted and sat astride Phenomenon, slowly rocking her hips whilst her sparkling green eyes were glued to the action on the screen in front of her.

As her superb, freckled breasts bounced before his eyes, StunMan reached up and took a luscious orb in each of his hand, gently squeezing and caressing before running the pads of his thumbs across both erect nipples, drawing moans of satisfaction from the gently undulating Superheroine above him. Her nipples were deliciously hard but as she increased the speed of her movements he found he was unable to keep hold of her bouncing globes and his arms flopped back onto the bed. 

Feline Woman groaned in disappointment and took hold of her firm breasts herself, her eyes leaving the screen to focus on her own pleasure. She stared down into his lust-filled eyes as she caressed herself before him. Her thin, pink tongue ran across her sweet, red lips as she began to squeeze her supple breasts and trace her fingertips across her elongated nipples. 

StunMan was entranced by the sight, and then moaned as she deliciously allowed her full breasts to bounce free under his gaze as she rotated her hips down on him.

She moved rhythmically, working on him as he tried to thrust upwards into her, desperately attempting but not quite being able to match her motions. Eagerly ogling every detail of her beautiful, pouting face, he was completely under her control as the Superheroine further built up the pace, fucking him hard. When she heard him groan, she adjusted her movements and her hips changed to a rapid circular motion as she relentlessly remained in control. 

As she worked herself on the Superhero, it was apparent to them both that she was using his body exclusively for her own gratification. She enjoyed the sensation as he attempted to thrust back but they both knew he was helpless as she took her pleasure. She looked down to see his mouth open and his eyes hood as he attempted to absorb each stroke of her pulsating body. Her long throaty growl indicated that she was close and she again changed her movements, thrusting down hard on his aching penis. 




Super Heroes and Heroines Ch. 08



He was gasping in rhythm with her thrusts as she fucked him, his face contort as he felt his own climax building. Her downward thrusts became faster and faster, her hips deliciously smacking against his naked thighs as each was lost in the world of pleasure that they brought to each other. 

It was then that Feline Woman's orgasm hit her and she cried out an almost earth shattering scream as bolts of electricity rifled through her lithe, athletic body.

Her orgasm triggered Phenomenon's, seconds after her own. But remarkably, his climax set off another in her, both continuing to thrust against one another until first one and then the other collapsed, gripping the other's body tightly until their bodies had stopped jerking.



Holly and Blackcat Girl had each orgasmed several times under the lips, tongues and fingers of the other. The images of the other couples dancing along the screen had all been contributory factors to their continuous arousal, all providing extra fuel to that of the aphrodisiac already inside their bodies.

BlackCat Girl was sprawled back onto the bed recovering from the force of her last orgasm but was soon to learn that the attractive, insatiable, twenty year old blonde wanted more. Holly's brown eyes made contact with her own and she saw the young woman's narrow, long tongue snake out and run across her jutting breasts before rapping itself around one hard, erect, wet nipple and then the other. 

She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation as the young blonde snaked a hand between her legs yet again and somehow coaxed her writhing hips to a state of instant arousal despite their constant orgasms during the last hour together.

"No, baby," she protested, but her body belied her words.

"No?" murmured Holly.

Her lips left the glistening breasts to glide up her chest and flick into her ear, running around the inside of her earlobe.

"No?" she teasingly repeated again.

The low grunts emitting from the young Superheroine, and the feeling of the jerking body under her hand as her fingers manipulated the shining clitoris, gave her the answer she needed.

"Can't resist me, can you?" she teased.

She was revelling in her new found ability to control the young Superheroine's body and bring to life all the fantasies she had previously played out in her mind.

"But there's one thing we haven't done," she whispered, moving her mouth from one wet ear and shifting it to the other. "We haven't fucked yet."

She manoeuvred their bodies so that her sex rested against BlackCat Girl's and began ever so gently to rotate her soft hips against the unresisting young woman. After only a delicious few seconds of pleasuring, she heard the Superheroine begin to gasp and she slowly kissed the sensuous young woman as she continued to gently rotate her hips, allowing the pleasure to build between them. 

"Do you like that, baby?" she asked. "You like fucking Holly?"

It was a rhetorical question and without waiting for an answer, she made contact with the lust filled blue eyes beside her and began to increase her own pleasure, rubbing her swollen clitoris against BlackCat Girl's sex, listening to her ragged breathing as she built up the speed between them. 

BlackCat Girl was thrusting back now, her toned hips fervently responding to the pace set by Holly and for a few minutes it was impossible to determine exactly who was in control. Animal-like, they fucked each other, their hands and fingers moving around the others body in an attempt to gain maximum leverage from which to intensify their pleasure.

"God, I'm going to cum again" BlackCat Girl gasped, feeling the tingling sensation overwhelm her. 

At her words, Holly worked her body even faster against the thrusting hips, the friction between them burning in its intensity and they were both emitting low growling noises as they reached their orgasms. 

The sensation was incredible, even more intense than any they had yet experienced and Holly let out a long baying sound as her thighs began to shake, whilst BlackCat Girl emitted a series of loud groans as the two wildcats shuddered against one another, release flooding through their now sated bodies.



Raven poured another glass of champagne for Lucas, Huntergirl and Melissa. She stood up, ignoring the vivid action continuing on the four screens behind her.

"It is now one o'clock in the morning," she said. "The videos of the so called Superstars fucking each other will shortly be distributed worldwide. Their credibility will be destroyed forever, in the same way that their superpowers are now lost forever."

She let out a soft sigh, the emotion of the moment almost overcoming her.

"This," she continued, "Is my... is our... tribute to my husband."

She held her glass in front of her and the others followed suit.

"Tomorrow is another day, and tomorrow we embark on our final adventure. To trap and destroy Wonderman..."

She paused and the silence filled the room.

"But today," she went on. "I give you a toast. The Doc."

THE END... 

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