0 comments/ 51987 views/ 4 favorites Super Sex By: jim313 I had just returned from an appointment with Samantha Gilford and, as usual after seeing her, I was hard and horny. She was a good client of mine, happily married and didn't fool around and was one of the sexiest women I ever knew. She was a tall, good looking blonde with huge breasts and a great body and I always found myself thinking about what I would do with her in bed, in the middle of a business discussion, and had to bring myself back from fantasy to the reality of the moment quite a few times during our meetings. When I returned home, I was hot and horny and, since my wife was at her office for the day, decided to strip and play around on the computer for a couple of hours. I got naked and went through my photo files to see what I was in the mood for when I came upon my file of cock photos and decided to run a slide show for a while. I poured myself a drink and played with my cock as I looked at the magnificent collection of beautiful organs I had accumulated over the years. My penis was fully erect and I was just starting to get some precum flowing when there was a knock on the door. I slipped on my robe and hoped my hardon wouldn't show as I opened the door to find Bill, the new superintendent, standing there. He said that my upstairs neighbor's radiator had leaked and flooded his bedroom and he had to check to see if my ceiling was affected. I let him in and, as he went into the bedroom, I realized that I had the slide show on my computer! It was too late to do anything about it as Bill was already over by the window checking the ceiling. He said it was OK as there was no sign of a leak and, as he turned to leave, he spotted the computer screen with a gorgeous, thick erection displayed on it full screen. He remarked that it was a beautiful photo and that he also has a collection of cock photos on his computer which he likes looking at when his wife is out. I asked if he had the time to look at some of my favorites and he immediately sat down in my wife's desk chair telling me that he was free for a couple of hours and would love to see my collection. I sat down in my chair alongside of him and we watched the procession of male organs being displayed on the screen. After a few minutes of this, with my cock now fully erect, I asked him if he would like to see the real thing, and, opened my robe displaying my thick, erection. His eyes danced over my equipment and he reached out and grasped my organ in his hand and asked if he could get to know it more intimately. I smiled and told him that it would be nice if he stripped so that I could enjoy myself also and, when he got out of his clothes and turned to face me, I was amazed to see a really thick, cut organ that had to be about 8 ½ inches long with a smooth, flared head and a deep ridge around it....just the kind of cock that gets my juices going. It was semi-erect but growing as I looked at it and when I walked over and took it in my hand, it started to grow really big and I couldn't keep myself from dropping to my knees and taking the head between my lips. He groaned as I sucked his cockhead and he held my head in his hands as he fucked my mouth and began feeding more and more of it down my throat. I relaxed my throat muscles and let him feed me as much meat as possible before I gagged, and then proceeded to draw deeply on the thick penis as he stroked slowly in and out of my mouth. I cupped his full, tight balls in my hand as I sucked him and teased his asshole with my finger. He was moaning and telling me how good it felt when he asked if he could get at me also. I reluctantly withdrew my mouth from his fantastic penis and walked over to the bed and lay down on my back with my hardon cleaving the air in front of me. As he got down on the bed, I grasped his organ and guided it to my mouth as we got comfortable in a 69 position on our sides with our heads resting on each other's thighs. I gazed at the absolutely gorgeous penis in front of me and then couldn't resist taking the head between my lips and lovingly sucking on it while playing with his balls. He was doing the same with me and I loved the feel of his mouth around my cock as we both began sucking deeply on each other's organs. He felt and tasted so good that I wanted to keep sucking his organ forever while experiencing the pleasures his mouth was giving me. We sucked each other's cocks, occasionally sucked our balls, and stayed in this heaven until suddenly, Bill groaned with his mouth around my cock, and his thick organ jerked in spasm as he shot a load of hot cum into my hungry mouth followed by spasm after spasm as he fed me his juices. As his cum flowed into my mouth, I felt my orgasm strike and my penis exploded in his mouth shooting jets of cum down his gulping throat. We both emptied our balls in each other's mouths and greedily kept sucking trying to get more until we just rested our heads on each other's thighs, lightly sucking on our cockheads as we came down from our highs. Suddenly, we heard applause and I turned to see my wife standing at the doorway telling us that she has never witnessed a sexier or more exciting sight in her life and that she wants to see more. She sat down on the other side of the bed and asked me to please suck him hard again as she wanted to watch. I leaned forward and took his partially erect penis in my mouth and began to suck life into his organ as it slowly grew in my mouth. The fact that Tyko was watching me suck him made it even more exciting and I assumed it was the same for him as his penis became rock hard as I sucked it. We heard Tyko's moans as she encouraged us to suck deeply on one another's organs as she slid two fingers in her wet pussy. Suddenly she got up and stripped off her clothes and asked if she could join in. We broke apart and she quickly moved between Bill's thighs and started licking and sucking his balls and fully erect penis. I got in back of her and licked her ass crack from the top down across her asshole and then dipped my tongue in her hole to taste her delicious juices before continuing on to her petal-like labia which I gently sucked into my mouth before continuing up her slit to her hard clitoris, which was peeking out from under its hood, and I took the little button between my lips as I sucked it and ran the tip of my tongue back and forth over it. She responded so beautifully that it was a pleasure to suck her and listen to the sexy sounds she made as she writhed in passion while sucking deeply on Bill's thick penis. I got up and got behind her and fit the head of my erection to her wet pussy and fed the crown inside while she never missed a beat in sucking his cock as my organ slid inside her and I felt her push back to get more cock as I filled her cunt with my throbbing meat and she drew deeply on his penis. We kept this up for a while and then Tyko announced that she wanted to fulfill a favorite fantasy of hers and she got on top of Bill and fit the head of his organ to her vagina and sank down on it as she gasped and moaned as the thick shaft filled her hole and sent shudders of ecstacy throughout her body. When she had as much of his cock as she could take inside her, she asked me to fuck her ass so she could experience two cocks at once. She leaned forward and Bill took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked it as I came up behind her and greased her anus with some KY. I put the head to her puckered hole and pushed it inside and worked it back and forth to get her nice and smooth before I started to feed her more meat. She was squealing in delight as I filled her hole and when I got all the way in, I felt Bill's thick organ on the other side of the membrane sliding in and out and it doubled the excitement. The three of us got into rhythm and Bill and I were stroking in and out of her while she writhed and shuddered in passion as we fucked her. Suddenly, she cried out and sank down on Bill's throbbing organ. I knew her orgasm was upon her and thrust my erect organ deep inside her ass as she went into a series of spasms and I felt her ass contract around my shaft as she wet Bill's penis with her juices. She collapsed on top of Bill and we kept our cocks inside her long after her orgasm passed until she awoke and excused herself for a moment. She came back in a few minutes with hot and dry towels and cleaned off both our organs which were fully erect and swaying in the air above us. As soon as she finished cleaning and drying us, Bill reached out and took my hard penis in his hand and squeezed it lovingly as he told me that I should lay back and relax as he was going to suck me first and then fuck me and that Tyko should watch as it will be a worthwhile spectacle to watch. Then he got comfortable between my thighs and lifted my legs and held them back as he proceeded to tease my asshole with his tongue before inserting it. He was running his fingers all over my throbbing shaft and full balls as he reamed my ass and it felt wonderful. Then he shifted his attention to my balls and thoroughly licked them before taking each one in his mouth and sucking them. He ran his tongue up to the base of my shaft and licked and nibbled on it as he worked his way up to my flared head where he found a big drop of precum oozing out which he immediately licked up. He nursed on my crown and I fed him plenty of delicious precum which he savored and occasionally brought up a drop on his tongue to feed me or Tyko. He had me in heaven as he so beautifully sucked me and I could have gone on forever like this but he withdrew his mouth from my organ and announced that it was time for a good fuck now and would I please roll over and present my ass to him as he was going to give me the fuck of my life. As he fit the head of his cock to my puckered hole, after dabbing some KY on both of us, Tyko appeared in front of me and asked me to please suck her pussy while she watched Bill fuck me and lowered herself to my mouth. I felt Bill's gorgeous penis probe and find my asshole and push its way inside until I had his entire crown captured while my wife fed me her most sexy and delicious pussy to suck. I felt him working his cock in and out gently as he smoothed out the bumps in the road and then felt his thick organ filling my ass as he started to stroke back and forth and it felt wonderful having him inside me while I lost myself in sucking my wife's crotch. I heard Tyko cry out as she came and felt her hot juices on my face. I licked her pussy to taste her juices and his penis was going in and out of me like a beautiful piston and I didn't want it to stop. Then he grasped my cock as he fucked me and started stroking it while thrusting in and out of me. My wife kept feeding me her cunt to suck and the combination of his fucking and stroking had me ready to cum and, when he suddenly shuddered and cried out and started pumping his hot cum into me, that put me over the edge, and I moaned with my tongue buried deep in her vagina, as my penis stiffened and began shooting jets of cum on the bed which continued until his last spasm squeezed out the last drops from his beautiful penis. Tyko told us that it was very sexy for her to watch Bill fuck and jerk me while I sucked her pussy and that she loved watching us have sex as it was a terrific turn on for her. She helped Bill clean himself up and then leaned over and captured his cockhead between her lips and nursed on it until it started to grow again. Then she turned to me and licked the length of my organ before taking the head in her mouth and sucking it until it too showed signs of life. While she was sucking me, she was playing with Bill's erection and when she had both of us hard and ready, she asked Bill if he would like to get fucked while she sucked his organ and he agreed immediately and got down on all fours and presented his ass to me while Tyko got comfortable underneath him and began licking and sucking his cock and balls. I came up behind him and dabbed some KY on both of us before fitting the head of my thick penis to his anus and thrusting it inside. I worked it back and forth and then started long, deep strokes which brought forth sexy gasps and moans from him as my wife sucked voraciously on his thickness. I was enjoying the feel of his asshole around my shaft as I fucked him and was in another world as I thrust in and out and listened to the sexy sounds he was making. I could have continued fucking him forever but suddenly my penis swelled and began spurting cum into his beautiful hole in spasm after spasm of pure ecstacy. As my cum splashed into his ass, he groaned and starting feeding his cum to Tyko who hungrily gulped down every load as she sucked hard for more. After cleaning up and refreshing ourselves with cold drinks, Bill asked if it would be ok if he asked his wife up to join us and we agreed being pleasantly surprised by this event. I had seen his wife once since they arrived in the building, and remembered that she was quite attractive and had a very nice body so I was looking forward to seeing her. He called her and told her that she would be very pleasantly surprised if she came up to Apt. 33 and to please hurry. She just had to come up the elevator so there was a knock on the door a few minutes later and Bill went to the door to fill her in on things and get her ready to join the action. We were laying on our backs on the pillows when Bill walked into the room with Sofia in tow and introductions were made all around. I noticed that her eyes were riveted to my thick, semi-erect organ and I offered it to her. She smiled and began to remove her clothes to reveal a sensational body. Large, firm breasts, ample hips, great ass, sexy thighs and great legs. As soon as she was totally nude, she settled herself between my legs and started giving me one of the most beautiful blowjobs I have ever experienced. I could see that she loved cock and was in a different world when sucking one and I just relaxed and let her take me away to Nirvana as she fed on my thick cock. Then Bill loomed over me and straddled me on his knees as he began to feed his penis into my mouth while Sofia was doing a beautiful job on my cock. Then Tyko sat up on the headboard and fed Bill her organs to suck while he was feeding me his penis and the four of us went off into another world. The fabulous sensations of being sucked so beautifully and, at the same time, sucking on so beautiful a cock, had me in heaven for what seemed like ages until I felt his cock swell in my mouth and he started pumping jets of cum down my throat. I swallowed each load and sucked deeply on his penis to draw out more and, as I sucked, my penis exploded in Sofia's mouth and she hungrily devoured my offerings and kept sucking my penis until it was limp in her mouth. I was sucking Bill's receding penis when he suddenly pulled it out and lay back to relax as Tyko moved with him and covered his face with her crotch as she fucked his mouth and I could see she was near orgasm. Then she moaned and ground her cunt against his mouth as her orgasm overcame her and she visited that special inner world of total pleasure. She wet his face with her juices and he licked and sucked every part of her cunt to taste more. Then she lay back alongside us and relaxed as we discussed how fortunate things turned out for the four of us and that from now on, we'd be seeing a lot of each other. They got dressed and left after making us promise to come down and visit them next evening although Bill said he might drop in on me during the day for a little warm up and I told him I'm his whenever he wants me and the girls grimaced at this and said that they're jealous. Tyko and I had a wonderful sex session right after they left as we relived the exciting events of the day. She couldn't get over how turned on she became as soon as she walked in on us sucking each other and, from that moment on, has become wildly sexy and totally horny especially when she watches us have sex. She also mentioned that she wanted to get together with Sofia the next time we saw them as she felt a strong attraction to her all day and has a feeling that sex with her would be a wonderfully satisfying experience and on that note we fell asleep looking forward to the following evening. Tyko was at work the next morning when I awoke to a knock on the door and found Bill standing there with an absolutely gorgeous gal. He asked if they could come in as he wanted to introduce us since Charly would be attending our get together at his place tonight. I couldn't get over how good looking she was and my eyes constantly dropped to her cleavage which was driving me crazy. Bill told me that she absolutely goes crazy over cock and with that, threw back my robe so that my semi-hard penis was exposed to her rapt gaze. An out of this world look came over her face as she reached down and took my rapidly rising penis in her hand and lovingly stroked it as she cupped my tight balls in her other hand. She leaned over and took the head between her lips and sucked it as she ran her tongue across the slit and captured my precum as it flowed out. While she sucked me she got undressed and I reached down and tweaked her erect nipple when it came into view. She had me on cloud nine when suddenly she lifted her mouth from my cock and stood up in front of me revealing a huge, thick penis with what looked like pussy lips right under it. She told me that she was a hermaphrodite and had a pussy as well as a cock and I marveled at the beauty of both organs as she lifted her thigh and displayed her gorgeous pussy with rose petal labia. I leaned forward and took her thick shaft between my lips and nibbled my way to the smooth, flared head which I lovingly took in my mouth and began to suck while I played with her clit and labia. Her cock was perfect! It was very thick and about 8 inches long and had a smooth, flared head with a deep ridge around it. I sucked on her cockhead enjoying her flavor and then she pulled her cock out of my mouth and pressed her cunt to my lips and I licked and sucked every part of her crotch and found her absolutely delicious. She had me alternate between sucking her cock and then her cunt and I enjoyed both equally. I thought about Tyko with her tonight and I got twice as horny as suddenly I felt a mouth around my cock as Bill couldn't resist my hardon and got down and started sucking my organ while I was busy pleasuring both of Charly's gorgeous organs. I was sucking on her cockhead when it suddenly exploded in my mouth and started shooting hot ropes of cum down my throat which I gulped down and then backed off a bit so that I could catch her spurts on my tongue and taste them before swallowing them. She fed me lots of cum and as I sucked her receding organ, she pulled out and placed her pussy over my mouth for sucking. After that gorgeous cock, I was totally enveloped in her womanhood and licked and sucked her crotch from her rigid clit down her passage to her puckered asshole and back again. I concentrated on her clitoris for a while and teased it with the tip of my tongue as I held it between my teeth and listened to her gasps of pleasure as she held my head tight to her cunt. Meanwhile, Bill had been doing a masterful job on my cock and had me on cloud nine as I sucked her clit and then, without warning, my penis erupted in spasms and began shooting load after load of cum into his hungry mouth as Charly rubbed her cunt over my greedy mouth and cried out in orgasm as she flooded my face with her cunt juices. While we were relaxing, she told us that she enjoys cumming with both organs equally and sometimes cums with both at the same time which she told us was absolutely wonderful. I marveled again at her feminine beauty along with that fantastic cock and pussy and told her that my wife was going to devour her tonight. She said that Bill had told her about Tyko and she was looking forward to meeting her. Bill mentioned that Charly was one of Sofia's favorite playmates and they had her over quite often. After some more conversation, they got dressed and went down to his apartment where Tyko and I would be around 6 pm when she finished work. Super Sex Tyko got home a little early and was excited about the night ahead of us especially when I told her about Charly and what happened today. She removed all her underwear and slipped on a tight dress showing every curve and took my hand and led me to the door as she was anxious to get down to Bill's apartment. We knocked on the door marked "Superintendent" and Sofia opened the door a crack and when she saw it was us, she stepped behind the door and opened it for us to enter. When she closed the door behind us we saw that she was naked and she told us to get out of our clothes and come inside and join them in bed. A few minutes later we appeared at the bedroom door naked and found the three of them in a suck circle with Bill sucking Charly's cock while fingering her clit and wet hole. I brushed his fingers aside and got underneath her and licked her slit as he sucked her cock and she moaned in passion and began fucking Bill's mouth with her thick penis as she pressed her pussy to my mouth with each downstroke and I sucked on her rigid clit each time she fed it to me. The three of us were in heaven and enjoying every moment of it when Charly cried out that she was going to cum with both organs at the same time and her body went rigid and shuddered as she started pumping cum in Bill's mouth and, at the same time, fed me her pussy juices. She was moaning in pleasure from both orgasms and told us that it was the best suck she had ever had and now she would be looking for more. As we lay back on the pillows, we saw Tyko and Sofia with their heads buried between each other's thighs and moaning as they hungrily sucked each other. Then Sofia, who was on top, mashed her cunt against my wife's mouth and groaned as her orgasm struck and she rubbed her juices all over Tyko's face. Then I saw my wife's hips raise off the bed as she fed Sofia more of her cunt and went into spasms of pleasure as she fed Sofia her juices also. After resting a few minutes, I asked Charly if she would fuck me while I fucked Tyko as I would love to feel her enormous cock inside me as my organ is buried deep inside my wife's cunt. Bill volunteered his services in getting Charly's cock hard and started teasing her cock with his tongue. Meanwhile Sofia started working on my penis and was doing a beautiful job of sucking me hard. When both of us were standing up firm and hard, I turned to my wife and got between her comfortable thighs and fit the head of my penis to her vagina and worked it deep inside her. While I was busy thrusting my organ into my wife, I felt Charly lube my asshole and then fit her thick cockhead to my puckered hole and push it inside. It was big and she handled it expertly as she worked it deep inside my ass and then began to fuck me in rhythm to my strokes into Tyko. The three of us were in another world as Tyko felt her favorite cock plunging in and out of her wet vagina and my penis was being massaged by my favorite pussy as I felt Charly's beautiful, thick cock filling my ass with her meat. As we fucked, I heard Charly groan and announce that Bill was sliding his thick cock into her pussy while she fucked me and then I saw Sofia straddle Tyko's head and lower her cunt to her mouth for sucking. I was able to reach her pussy also and my wife and I shared that delicious cunt while we were being fucked. Charly's beautiful cock slid in and out of my ass smoothly and the fabulous sensations she was giving me was multiplied by the sensations that my wife's cunt was giving me as it contracted around my shaft and milked my organ. Suddenly I cried out in ecstacy as Charly's thick organ began spewing her hot cum juices into my ass and without any warning, my penis expanded and began spurting hot cum into my wife's cunt. I was in total heaven as Charly's cock kept shooting jets of cum into me and I, in turn, filled Tyko's hungry pussy with my juices and felt her cunt contracting around my thick shaft as she went into orgasm and flooded my organ with her wetness. When Bill saw that it was just he and his wife who hadn't cum yet, he pulled out of Charly's pussy and had Sofia lay back as he plunged his enormous member inside her and they started to fuck each other. The three of us collapsed on the bed and watched them fuck as we occasionally reached over and tweaked Sofia's nipples or cupped Bill's big balls in our hands as he stroked in and out of his woman. Then Sofia screamed and grabbed her husband and pulled him tightly to her as she shuddered and experienced her orgasm. As soon as Bill felt his wife's hot juices wet his cock, he started pumping hot cum into her and we watched in fascination as he had spasm after spasm until his creamy cum started leaking out of her hole and he collapsed on top of her with a long, satisfied sigh. We rested a while and then I suggested that Tyko put on a show for us with Charly as she hadn't gotten together with her as yet and my wife smiled and moved over next to Charly. The two beauties looked at each other and then lightly brushed lips as they both started to play with each other's nipples and then soul kiss. Tyko ran her hand down Charly's stomach and then grasped her thickening penis and stroked it as they kissed. Charly slipped her hand between my wife's outstretched thighs and played in the folds of her pussy as they embraced. Then Tyko gently pushed Charly down on the bed and got into a 69 position on top of her and began licking and sucking her gorgeous cock while running her fingers all over Charly's wet pussy lips and into her vagina. Charly meanwhile was busy looking up at the exciting crotch in front of her eyes and admiring its beauty before taking Tyko's swollen labia between her lips and pulling on them as she sucked them into her mouth. She loved the taste and smell of Tyko's sweet pussy and buried her face in the delicious crotch and searched out every nook and cranny with her talented tongue and lips. Meanwhile, Tyko had moved from sucking Charly's delicious cock to her wet vagina and was doing to her just what Charly was doing and they were both moaning in passion as they lost themselves in each other. Then Charly got up and announced that she wanted to fuck Tyko and swung around and placed her cockhead to my wife's open and waiting vagina and thrust it inside as Tyko gasped and wrapped her legs around Charly's hips and thrust her cunt forward to capture more of the thick meat that was being fed into her. The sight of the two beautiful women, one with a gorgeous penis, fucking each other was very exciting and the three of us were captivated by the sexy scene. Tyko was pulling on Charly's rigid nipples and meeting her every thrust as Charly would lean down every once in a while to soul kiss her. Then Charly's body stiffened and she thrust deep inside Tyko as her cock began jerking in orgasm and she pumped load after load of her cum into my wife's hungry cunt. As the first spurt of cum splashed against her cervix, she cried out in passion and held Charly tight as she went into spasms of pleasure and deposited her hot, wet juices all over the thick cock that was filling her with cum. As they sank back down on the bed, we broke into applause and congratulated them on an excellent show. After cleaning up and relaxing, Tyko and I said our goodnights, after assuring Charly that we would be seeing her soon and telling Bill and Sofia we would call them tomorrow, and we headed up to our apartment to get some well earned sleep as I had an early appointment in the morning. Of course, we fucked each other before falling asleep and Tyko told me how much she enjoyed Bill, Sofia and especially, Charly! Super Sexuality, Issue 01 The characters in this story are property of DC comics. I have used them in honor of the comic series and admiration for the characters. This story is original and is in no way tied to any of the canons of the DC Universe (to save myself the grief of working with time lines). This story contains adult material of a sexual nature. If it is illegal for you to view such material, turn back now. This work is property of the author. Do not post this on any other site or use it for personal gain. It is for entertainment purposes only. Thank you. * High up overhead, scanning the streets of Metropolis for crime and super villainy, is the great blue protector. Chest is branded with the universally known "S", and a red cape flutters in the wind as it courses around the hero in flight. A symbol of bravery, power, and truth. No, it is not Superman, but rather his cousin, Kara, known to most as Supergirl. Kara was going through her usual rounds of street patrol, gazing down at the people below and offering a friendly wave to those who bothered to peer up at the heroine. By now, most of Metropolis's citizens had become accustomed to presence of super heroes and villains. The creation of the Justice League served to strengthen the awareness, often sending out small groups of heroes to tackle villainy rather than any hero that happened to be nearby. Regardless of the citizen wide comfort of the super hero presence, Kara still got her fair share of onlookers. Her long, toned, legs lead up to a dangerously short skirt; the red contrasting against the blue top led the eyes directly there. Kara had long since stopped caring about all the panty shots she offered up to the faithful citizens. In fact, as she grew, she had learned to enjoy the knowledge that so many were checking her out when they thought they were being sneaky. When she was feeling especially hot and bothered, she would prefer to bend her leg up rather than keep them parallel to each other. She had found she was not alone her in sexual thrill from knowingly showing off her body. She had heard many rumors of heroes who had been spotted having sex on rooftops or even in the sky, as well as theories as to why so many heroines were such revealing costumes. Perhaps it had something to do with the knowledge that no one knew who you really were, and you could get away with something as scandalous as wearing a skirt too high or a top too low. Still, she was reserved enough to not go around flashing her tits as she flew around, much to the dismay of many, she was sure. She was finding she was becoming brasher as she grew, however. At the still developing age of 20, Kara was discovering things about her sexuality, specifically the frustration with being a Krytoptonian on a human world. It's no surprise that due to Supergirl's super human strength, she had trouble getting the full sexual satisfaction she desired from human males. While she is not alone in the super strength department, few can match her strength and endurance. Even so, she had never pursued a relationship with a fellow hero; there were just too many complications that would arise. No, she was left with high school and college boys, too inexperienced to know their way around her body and certainly too weak to do anything of any notice to her. As Kara ran these thoughts through her head, she sighed, fearing she would never find someone who could satisfy her in the ways she needed so badly. It was becoming a problem, and with each day sex occupied her mind. She worried that it would interfere with her life as a super hero, and that was something she couldn't let happen. Just as she was running through possible solutions to her problem, she heard a cry for help down in one of the many alley ways that littered the city. Instantly her mind switched to hero mode, and she turned in flight towards the incident. Giving a heroic stance, Supergirl hovered 10 feet off the ground, staring down at the gruff young criminal aiming a knife at the horrified woman. "Turn around and drop the knife, scumbag," the heroine ordered, keeping a stern tone and look to issue dominance of the situation. The thief turned to see who was foolish enough to risk their life for a stranger. When he saw no one standing before him, he looked up at the hovering blonde. Suffice to say he got a good look up her short red skirt, spotting her panties, a shade of blue to match her top. A sly smirk crept up on his 5 o'clock shadow face, and the knife was dropped only to appease the attractive blonde. Kara gave a curious lift of her thin brow to the ease of the situation. "Go on, get out of here," she said down to the relieved woman. She took the opportunity and ran as fast as she could out of the alleyway and all the way home. Now that the victim was out of danger, she had to deal with the criminal. "Alright, punk, it's off to jail with you." "Aw, come on," replied the scruffy looking crook, "Why don't we stay here awhile and get to know one another. I feel like I'm pretty familiar with you already." His eyes dropped down from looking her dead in her blue eyes back to her blue panties, savoring the sight he was sure wouldn't last long. Supergirl finally saw why the crook gave up so easily, he was flirting with her! And to boot, the criminal could see up her skirt. Thighs closed tight together and hands pushed her skirt down more to cover up any chance of letting him see anymore. She enjoyed showing off now and then, but only when in flight, when she didn't have to look people in the eye afterwards. "You creep!" she shouted, coming to land down on the ground so she could release her skirt in comfort that she wasn't showing off anymore, at least not between her legs. "Hey, you were the one all spread eagle up in the air, I figured you wanted me to see, blue eyes," reasoned the crook, taking another opportunity to eye the heroine up and down. From her red boots that reached just below her knees, along her lithe legs, up the span of her tight stomach, over her generous breasts, and stopping at her delicate face, framed by wheat blonde hair, Supergirl was a sight to behold. Unlike most other female heroes, Supergirl was still a young woman, and carried with her a youthful innocence. The man snaked his pierced tongue out, dragging it over his soft lips and lip ring. "You're lucky I don't punch your face through the back of your head!" Supergirl shouted. "Ah, you wouldn't do that, blue eyes," he confidently replied. "You're too much of a good girl. But, we can change that if you like," he offered, taking a few steps closer to the young woman. This wasn't the first time a petty crook came onto Kara. Super heroines got it a lot, but her especially. Because of her apparent age, a lot of crooks figured they could easily seduce the young woman, take her over to the dark side and have a powerful ally, if not a great lay. Of course those who didn't act on these urges did so because of the fear that any number of other heroes, Superman especially, would punch them around the globe for being so explicit with the girl. In every situation such as this, Kara easily ignored the advances of the criminals, just waiting for them to lay a hand on her so she could break it in seven places. Maybe it was just how she was feeling at the time, but she didn't instantly throw away the notion of letting him continue. Most crooks were not attractive beyond the whole bad boy appeal. This one was different, however. He had a gruff, unshaven face, and piercings in his lip, ears, nose, brow, and who knows where else. He had a strong face, carved from a life on the streets. His clothes were rather baggy, but his arms were bare, displaying a gallery of ink across defined muscles. Brown hair hung messily against his facial features, and a cocky smile looked ever plastered on his face. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't just a little bit attracted to him. Maybe it was his features, his bad boy attitude, or a mixture of it all, but she was forgetting she was supposed to be stopping this thug. She thought about how he spied a look up her skirt, and how embarrassed she felt. Now she was doubting whether or not that was just an act. She wondered if she had unconsciously spread her legs on purpose like that. Hell, she had been at this hero thing for some time; she knew how to present herself. Her quandary was extended when, as she thought about the man getting a peek at her privates, she admittedly got a little wet. Kara began to think about this bad boy taking her right there in the alley way. Forcing himself upon her and she all too willing to give in to his advances. As her mind wandered, the shady character took a few more cautious steps towards the young blonde. His confidence was fading with each step. While he had a cocksure attitude about himself, he was still aware of who he was dealing with. This girl could rip him in half like a phone book in a single, easy, movement. Not seeing any resistance, he tested the waters and leaned in close, granting himself a whiff of her scent. "Mm, vanilla," he whispered against her ear, brushing a few strands of strawberry blonde hair away from her ear. That was enough to wake Kara up from her thoughts. She had made her decision, and it was about time she followed through with her desires. She knew full well her fantasy of some mortal human overpowering her could never come to fruition without the aid of dangerous kryptonite or a dozen red sun lamps, and how many boys had those laying around? So, Kara had to make the first move. With a motion too fast for him to see, and too strong for him to resist, Supergirl pushed her prey to the far wall of the alley, sending several trash cans from their location. Suffice to say, he was shocked. He actually never expected his advances to go very far. At best he'd get a sweet giggle and he'd be hauled off the jail. Most likely he figured she would break a few of his bones and he could maybe get some kind of compensation from the city. But Supergirl, the sweet faced hero of Metropolis, shoving him to the wall and staring him down with those azure eyes with such passion and want? That was a bet he would have lost. A surge of fear ran down his spine as her muscled, but feminine, arms blocked his escape, her palms pressed against, and a bit into, the brick wall he was pinned against. Like a hungry cat, Kara bared her pearly whites to the victim who was only moments ago the predator. Her pink, thin, lips pulled into a wicked smile as she looked over her prey. The neck, she thought, would be a good place to start. With much more human speed, the young woman dove in, sealing her lips around the inked neck as teeth dug into the flesh. Her body followed suit, coming closer to the man and pressing itself against him. Her firm, perky, breasts mashed into his chest, which she could now feel was quite defined and nice. The surging heat of her vagina radiated against his crotch, and a smooth thigh lifted to press between his legs. The leg raised and lowered slightly, rubbing the inside of his right thigh with tender care as her mouth threatened to pull away a chunk of his neck with it. He wasn't sure how to feel at that moment. Here was a beautiful woman appreciating his body with such vigor and want that he didn't know what to do with himself. On the other hand, her strength matched her desire, which overwhelmed him to some degree. He could feel the warmth of a trickle of blood roll down his neck and a warm tongue sneak out to lap it up. Her leg between his own felt good at first, but soon she was adding her strength there as well, and the smooth thigh had raised up to his crotch, apply a steady stream of pressure that he feared he wouldn't live through. The only features of this whole event he could enjoy fully were the feeling of her soft lips against his coarse neck and her full breasts pressed against his chest. Eventually the pleasure was outdone by the pain he was feeling, and he finally found his voice. "Help! Someone help me!" he cried, hoping to alert another super hero to his predicament, as no police officer alive would be able to pull her off of him. He struggled against her body, trying to slip under her arm and away from her chest, but she was pinning him against the wall with too much force. That familiar cry subdued Kara's sudden primal nature. Her eyes flew open and she unlocked her grip from the man's neck. Stepping back, the man, like the woman before, ran without hesitation; though with some struggle do to the soreness of his crotch. Kara just stared at the wall for a few seconds before she could taste the man's blood on her lips. A tap of her delicate fingers to the corner of her mouth showed a spot of blood, and not her own. What had she become, she thought? How could it have gotten so bad that she would assault just some random stranger? No longer could she allow herself to suppress her urges. She had to find a healthy outlet for her desires. Immediately, she took flight, and began communication with the Watchtower for teleportation back to the base. This was a problem she couldn't face alone. She needed someone who she felt shared her dilemma. A beautiful woman with the strength of the gods. Kara needed Wonder Woman. The teleportation was near instantaneous. One moment Supergirl was frantically flying over Metropolis, hoping to whatever deity would listen that no one would believe the frightened words of a criminal about her sexual assault on him, and the next she was standing in the control room of the Watchtower -- the space station head quarters of the Justice League. Kara didn't bother to listen to Mr. Terrific's welcome and was up in the air as quick as she arrived. She was lucky her actions weren't being monitored at the time. If she had been on a specific assignment, or a high risk area, the surveillance crew would all have a copy of Supergirl gone wild. The metallic doors opened before the flying heroine -- picking up her fast approaching presence just in time before she could burst through them. She darted and swerved past the heroes walking through the halls of the space station, each curious as to what had Superman's cousin in such a rush. Kara was determined to have a nice, private, talk with Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman, or Diana to her friends, was a person Kara greatly admired. If she was a Kryptonian and basically forced to model herself after her cousin, Superman, Kara would aspire to be Wonder Woman's protégé. She found Diana's room further up the base, in one of the larger suites -- Wonder Woman was one of the founding seven, after all -- and frantically knocked on the door. To her relief, Diana was there to answer. The Amazonian was already dressed in her hero attire, as most of the heroes on the ship were required to do as they could be called into action at a moment's notice. Her larger than life breasts were snugly hugged by her mystical metal breastplate, rising up over the cups and pressing together to form the most famous cleavage known. Long raven hair billowed down to her shoulders and a few inches beyond, nestling against her broad shoulders. Blue eyes, slightly darker than Kara's, looked concerned for the fellow heroine's obvious distress. "Kara, what's wrong?" Wonder Woman asked in a maternal tone. She had found a great connection with Kara over the years, treating her like a daughter at times. She saw a lot of herself in Kara, so when the girl came to her with a look of such fear, she wanted to make it all better for her. "Diana...I...I don't know what to do," Kara said with a pout, looking up at the 6 and a half foot tall Amazon with tears welling her bright blue orbs. She dove into Wonder Woman's chest, burying her face against the swells of her breasts as she broke into tears. Wonder Woman was quick to embrace the broken child, and took her into her strong arms. This was obviously a private matter, so she took her into her room and set the door to lock. Diana led the worried hero to her bed and directed her to sit on the end. "I'll get you some water, Kara, and you tell me what's wrong," Diana prescribed. She turned and walked towards her private bar. She rarely used it except for an after battle drink of mead, but now it would be used for more nurturing reasons. Her plush tush swayed in the tight confines of her blue bottoms, barely larger than your run of the mill panties. Strong, tanned, legs carried her over to the bar where she poured some water into a small glass. When she returned to Supergirl, she had calmed down a bit, collecting herself so she could tell her friend what was wrong. Taking the glass, Kara took a thirsty sip of the crisp, cool, liquid. It helped clear her throat so she could speak. Despite this aid, she was having a hard time finding the words. Diana was a dear friend, but she was almost like another mother for her. She cared for her, directed her on the right paths, and helped her when she needed it most, like now. Kara had never spoken with Diana about something so sensitive as sex. Diana was proud about her body and open about her sexuality and her feelings on it, but it didn't make Kara any less nervous about talking about her own sexuality with her. "Take your time, Kara," Diana reassured with a warm hand on the girl's back. Her eyes were so inviting, a soft smile on full, crimson, tiers accompanied her soft features and helped Supergirl ease into the situation. "Diana," Kara started, keeping her eyes directed at her red boots, "Do you ever have problems with your...sex life?" The words didn't come easily, and she paused for a good while, nearly prompting Diana to try and fill in the blank for her. Kara had assumed that Wonder Woman would take this conversation easily, given her stance on female sexuality, but hearing the words "sex life" from a person she considered practically a daughter was a bit shocking at first. But Wonder Woman is a warrior born, and able to withstand any difficult challenge. "You mean has my strength ever come in the way of finding a suitable mate?" Wonder Woman added, clarifying Supergirl's problem. She knew the girl had no problem finding male suitors. She was a beautiful young thing, with a body grown to perfection and at an age where it would only develop further. Kara was a ray of sunshine and very sociable, a friend to all. Of course, she was no ordinary girl, and had the difficult feature of having the strength of no human being in existence. Supergirl could only give a soft nod, still transfixed on the floor, still not able to look Wonder Woman in the eyes as they discussed how Supergirl couldn't get off with anyone. "I know what you're going through, Kara," the Amazonian started. "When I left Themyscira for the world of man, I had only ever known the sensual touch of another woman. Upon my arrival, I found men to be disguising, brutish, and clumsy. Still, there were a few whom I felt an attraction to." Diana would stand from the bed, cupping her hands behind her back as she walked to her window looking out into space, the pale blue orb of earth in view. "On more than a few occasions I have lain with a mortal man. Few have ever been able to satisfy me." She wouldn't go into a list of names, but Batman and Steve Trevor were among the short list of human men who brought her to climax. Kara looked up from her now empty glass to the symbol of female power standing at the window. She hung on her every word, looking for the solution to her problem in her story. "So you have-" "Yes, I have reached a blissful climax with men," Wonder Woman interrupted, knowing the question before it was asked. She turned and faced Kara now, finding her confidence had returned somewhat that she was asking more questions. Diana returned to the bed, sitting next to Supergirl as she continued. "Though you are not alone in finding it difficult," she solemnly put. "Unfortunately, human men lack the dexterity, stamina, and strength to satisfy women like us sexually. It's only a man who truly knows how to treat a woman's body, your body, who can satisfy you with mortal strength behind them." Super Sexuality, Issue 01 The blonde was hoping Wonder Woman had some kind of black book handy of human men who could find their way around her body and survive the attempt. Sadly, Diana added that such men were in short supply. The princess would give her some hope, however. "What you need is a quick release, a, oh how do they put it, a strong fucking," Diana crudely put in the gruff words of man. She noted the shocked girl's expression and couldn't help but give a laugh. "I know this can't be easy to hear coming from me, but you will have to open up to these ideas if you want me to help." Kara gave a nod to the offer and Diana began to give some real advice. "Now as a Kryptonian, there are few who can match you in strength, speed, and stamina," she reminded Supergirl of what she so begrudgingly knew. "Are there any strength endowed heroes you have in mind to help you through this problem?" Supergirl knew this talk was going to get racy, but she didn't expect Wonder Woman to start asking her to list off her desired sexual mates. "What? No! Of course not! These heroes are my partners! I could never-"and again the hero was interrupted. "Kara, please, there is nothing wrong with having an attraction to another team mate. It's perfectly natural and you shouldn't be ashamed," Diana reassured, using the oh so common phrase of 'it's perfectly natural' to try and ease the girl's embarrassment. "You're a healthy young woman, there must be some men whom you feel a sexual desire towards and could satisfy you sexually." With twisted lips, Kara looked away from Wonder Woman again as she tried to think of the fellow heroes who she could see herself sleeping with and not killing in the process. Sadly, she came up with no one. There were other heroes, and even villains, who she had fantasized about, there was no question, but none that she could think of that could give her the sexual release she so sorely needed. She returned her eyes to Diana's and gave a sorrowful bow of her head. Wonder Woman had the perfect candidate in mind, knowing from firsthand experience that he could match the girl in every department and leave her begging for more. Sadly, this man was Superman, and she couldn't very well suggest that Kara should get a good hard fucking from her cousin. Disappointed she couldn't help the girl out, she allowed the lovely young woman to stand up and leave, but not before giving her a hug and promise that she'd help her eventually. As Supergirl left her quarters, Wonder Woman began to think about her first sexual encounter with men. She had originally left the Amazon island of Themyscira to return the crashed pilot of Steve Trevor. He was brash and daring, with a charm she had never encountered before. Initially she found him off putting and one more reason to avoid mankind, but he began to grow on her as he displayed a heroism she had never seen before in anyone else, not even her fellow sisters. Their relationship grew from a friendship with light teasing. A ruffle of his blonde hair, a pinch of her pert bottom, harmless playing really. Eventually Steve saw Diana as more than a friend and risked something more with her. Wonder Woman all too happily accepted his invitation to dinner. That night they had the finest food a man on a military salary could afford. They danced into the wee hours and Wonder Woman enjoyed a simpler, happier, life that night. Later, back at Steve's apartment, they both fell to temptation. Steve made the first move, planting a kiss firmly on the raven haired beauty's lips. He would remark later that she tasted of exotic fruit. Although Diana cared deeply for Steve, she had never been with a man before, and the great warrior princess found herself scared about what would happen. But, it was with Steve, a trusted friend, and she knew everything would be alright with him. She would return his kiss, pressing her full lips against his own and forcing her tongue into his mouth. His tongue tasted like the champagne they had been downing all night. It hadn't affected Diana's strong constitution, but Steve was just a bit tipsy, and she had to catch him on more than one occasion that night. She felt his hands run up her back and one made it all the way to her shoulder, tucked itself away behind her curtain of black hair and began to rub her shoulder. The other didn't make it as far, and instead moved just a bit south to rest on the small of her back. Diana had worn a backless red gown that night, and goose bumps rolled up her spine when the pilot moved his fingers across the crease traveling down the middle of her back. Never had she encountered a man who could make her feel so weak. She fell back against the wall when Steven pressed further, begging for a better taste of her mouth as his tongue joined the fray between lips. His strong, muscled, chest pressed hard against Diana's full, up thrust, breasts, which had been nearly spilling out the top of her dress all night. Steve nearly went mad as he watched them bounced up and down while they ran through the park. Feeling them against his chest, he begged for more and her shoulder was abandoned so he could feel the heft of the tit in his palm. Her left breast was massaged gently through her satin dress, his finger tips danced along the exposed flesh as her dark nipple hardened against his palm. A soft moan crawled up her throat then as his lips ventured south, pressing against the nape of her neck with such tenderness she almost forgot about how his massage of her chest was turning into firm squeezes and honks. Giggling at the development, Diana confidently threw Steve back onto the wide bed he had in the next room. Diana didn't bother to think about all the women that had been in that bed with Steve before her. She knew she would be the best. Startled at first, Steve soon relaxed when he saw her bedroom eyes from across the room. Steve began to remove his coat as Diana approached, her wide hips swaying under the thin layer of satin she wore. Her long, firm, leg peeked out of the slit that ran along the side of her dress as she walked, displaying the expanse of tan flesh in the moonlight that filtered through the curtains. The vision that approached, with the added effects of alcohol, caused Steve to find some difficulty in unbuttoning his shirt. Just when he thought he had one done, another managed to get buttoned up again. With a sly smirk, Diana reached forward and grabbed Steve by his tie, pulling on it to lift him upright sitting on the bed. He was now at eye level with Wonder Woman's glorious breasts. How they begged to be free of their tight prison. Her steady breaths caused her breasts to rise and fall gently, and her nipples had hardened enough to be noticeable through her dress. Steve gazed at the orbs with such admiration and wonder. His gentle blue eyes looked up from her cleavage to her matching blue irises. No words were exchanged but she knew exactly how he felt. With the passing of that tender moment, Diana reached up to slither her fingers under the straps of her dress. Delicately, each was dropped down her shoulder. The dress stayed defiant, covering her breasts still by the sheer size of her breasts pressing against it. Her love peered back down, his attention back on her tits, as she hooked both thumbs in the top of the dress and gave a gentle pull down, leaving the dress to fall past her flat, toned, stomach and rest on the wide curve of her hips. There were no words for what he saw that night. Her breasts were more than handful for any man, or woman. Whenever Wonder Woman was in the news, her generous assets were the subject of debate. Were they real, were they fake? If they were fake, what surgeon was so skilled that he could craft such pieces of art? Steve himself wondered if the generous orbs were natural or some form of magic the Amazons had access to, but he was about to find out the answer to his quandary: it didn't matter. Seeing that Steve didn't know how to advance with such splendors in his sight, Diana gave him another nudge, or rather, a tug. Her hands cupped behind his head and pulled him into the soft embrace of her cleavage. His face was enveloped with more tit flesh than he knew what to do with, but he would be damned if he didn't at least do something. Steve's mouth dance against the inside curves of Diana's chest, sampling the delicate flavor and scent they presented for him. With more confidence, his hands reached up to cup the supple orbs. He resumed the gentle squeezes and exploratory massages of her breasts he had began moments before when they kissed. Oh he could spend hours with her breasts. His mouth moved beyond her cleavage and encased the firm bud of one of her nipples. Lips and tongue worked in tandem to both savor and please the flesh. The Amazon goddess rolled her head back as he grew more confident with her breasts. Her hands remained behind his head, holding him to her chest so he wouldn't get any wise ideas like moving away. She uttered a sigh of arousal as he bit down on her nipple. He knew he wasn't able to hurt her, so he gave it his all and it was just enough to send a shiver of pleasure through her body. Little sparks shot out from wherever his mouth and hands moved on her body, coursing through the rest of her to alert every other nerve of the joy present. He began to tweak and pull at her unattended nipple, as if to try and rip it from the flesh. It was rough play for any mortal woman, but for Diana it was still soft petting, and that was just fine with her for now. The American hero wasn't content with just her breasts, however. Okay, that wasn't true, he could suck and massage those ripe melons until he died of old age, but he didn't want Diana to think he had a one track mind, at least not one directed at only part of her body. She was a glorious woman whose every curve demanded attention. His hands sneaked away while her head lolled back in pleasure and slapped themselves against her firm ass, immediately taking hold of her cheeks through the red dress. Of course Diana felt no pain from the sudden slap of her tight ass, but it made the sensation no less surprising. She felt a bit offended at first. How dare a man slap her in such a way! Luckily for Steve, and his neck, she remembered who was behind the hands and could only help but laugh at his behavior. She looked down at his sweet face, buried in her breasts, and reveled in the feeling of his hands groping her backside. She pressed back a bit against his hands, filling them more with the muscle as she leaned a bit forward at the same time, forcing more of her tits into his face. He was in heaven and nearly came right there. Heavy petting could only satisfy the two of them so much, and so the enchanting heroine thrust the pilot back again. As he lay there on the bed, he noticed his shirt had been unbuttoned. The enticing presence of her breasts must have blinded him to her unbuttoning of his shirt, baring his sculpted chest and abs. Her plump, painted, lower lip was bit down upon as she gazed at her prize. From his defined pictorials all the way down to his large bulge, Steve Trevor was definitely a suitable mate. Diana spared no more time and nearly leaped onto Steve, who had scooted back some onto the bed so he was no longer on the edge. She came to straddle his stomach, resting the moist heat of her slit against his abs. It was then he realized that the feisty princess opted out of both a bra and panties that night. Steve's pants would have to go after that, and rather than wait for him to fumble his way out of those, Diana reached back and reminded him of her powers by ripping his pants clean off of his body. As she looked over her shoulder, she saw that his cock was only at half mast. She was a bit insulted that he wasn't fully hard by then, granting him such delights that he should have exploded in his pants, but Steve was no ordinary man. Admiring the challenge, Diana, hiked up her dress, up over the gentle curve of her ass and revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. Reaching back again, Diana began to stroke Steve's cock, causing more blood to flow into his member. Knowing she would need to step it up a bit, she began to slide her hips back and forth against his stomach, rubbing her aching pussy against his abs and brushing her ass against his cock. Giving him some extra visual aid beyond her mouth agape in pleasure, speaking only in moans and purrs, she reached a hand up to cup her own breast, massaging it as he had and pulling on her nipples roughly with the strength he couldn't quite muster. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Here was this tanned goddess, gyrating on his stomach, leaving a sticky mess, as she massaged his cock against her ass. Her breasts being tended to by her own delicate hands, as her pink tongue dragged slowly against rose red lips. His cock was more than hard enough now, and begged to be enveloped by her velvet folds. Dragging her ass against his rigid member, Diana raised her hips up off of his torso, and soon brought them back down, impaling herself on Steve's impressive dick. She moaned as the girth pressed against her tight walls, having known no other man's touch before him. Her hips began to gyrate once more, moving her walls against his cock in every which way. Steve tried to lift his hips up to press further into her, but her strength was relentless and gave him no quarter. With both her breasts being cupped by herself now, Steve moved his hands to her hips, starting from her thighs and eventually ending up on her ass. All her curves of supple flesh were gripped as she twisted her hips back and forth, grinding into his lap. After some time, Diana released her ripe tits and leaned forward, bracing herself against the headboard behind Steve. Her height allowed her breasts to swing over his face as she began to thrust up and down on his cock now, trying her best to keep her strength in check. Steve had grown accustomed to just gripping her tight buns and began to spank her ass forcefully. She appreciated the effort he put forth to try and strike delicious amounts of pain through her, and that was well enough to help get her off. Her efforts increased, and her hips began to buck down harder and harder into Steve's crotch. Thankfully the presence of the bed allowed for more give, and thus more allowance of Steve to withstand the super powered fucking. If they had been up against a hard surface, he may be facing some broken hips by now. Still, she was getting dangerously close to breaking her new toy, but luckily for him she came before she could. Her walls closed in tight, nearly sucking the life out of him and ending his life of sex right there. Diana had learned how to suppress her strength for the most part, and though she wasn't fully focused on that task, she kept it always in mind and was able to keep from squishing him inside of her. Now this was all well and good for Diana, but Steve needed to get off, and honestly he was surprised he didn't come first. With her lying on his chest now, Steve was able to overpower her and flip her onto her back, much to her delight. Raising himself up some, he began to thrust his hips into her with vigor and want. Diana howled in pleasure as Steve asserted his male power. She would always put her sisters in women first, but she found it kinky to have a man act all macho every now and then. Her legs rose up and wrapped around his hips, pulling him into her more and challenging him to fight against them. Steve met her challenge and fucked her even harder, grunting like a mad dog as she plowed into her sweet honey pot. Her breasts bounced in tempo with his motions, and her hands once again cupped the supple orbs to reduce their movement and future sore feelings. It didn't take long for Steve to cum, filling her with his hot seed. Nothing would come of the exchange of fluids. Perhaps it was just timing, or Amazon versus human DNA, but after that night no little Steves or Dianas would be running around. Afterwards they would embrace until the sun came up, illuminating their equally attractive bodies and forcing them to once again show their love for one another. Sadly Diana's relationship with Steve didn't last, but her love for him would always remain. Wonder Woman had gotten herself quite wet from the memory, and her costume felt all the tighter against her body. She had to get out of it and into a good bed. Perhaps she could give a ring to Superman or Batman, depending on how she'd like to get off that night. As Wonder Woman reveled in her sexual memories, Supergirl had only a grim sexual future to look forward to. Needing to let off some steam, not knowing if it was from anger or desire, Supergirl returned to earth via the teleporter. She flew with a grimace rather than her usual cheery smile. Why should she bring the onlookers the joy of her smile when she knew all they could do was disappoint her? In the midst of her grumbling and flight, an alerting beep sounded in her ear. With a groan, she pressed in on the earpiece all Justice League members wore. "Yeah, what is it now," Kara spoke with an obvious tone? Her words reached the piece fine, sending her attitude ridden greeting back to the Watchtower. "Supergirl, you're needed at the Metropolis docks," spoke the voice in her ear. Mr. Teriffic was on his usual monitor duty and noted a big problem near Kara's location. "It's Lobo again, and he's causing quite a stir." Oh she knew who Lobo was. He was a crude and vile menace. More of a pest than a villain. He never seemed to have any malicious goals on earth, acting only as a bounty hunter and usually staying out of earth's range. Still, he frequently caused more harm than good and his presence on earth was never tolerated. "Oh come on, Mr. T," Kara whined, using a name he disliked so. Probably not going to help her plea. "Can't you send someone else? What about Superman? Or Wonder Woman? They can handle him just fine." "Don't think I haven't tried," he replied with a now matching attitude. "But neither of them are answering their communicators and you're close by anyway, so get down there!" "Fine fine, god!" Supergirl groaned, taking her finger off the ear piece and doubling her speed so she could reach the brute soon and take care of it quicker. As she cleared the last building, the docks came into sight, and there was no sign of Lobo. However, what was evident was his space fairing bike and a lot of noise coming from the dock side bar. Inside, Lobo stood at the bar at a whopping eight feet and a muscle mass unseen in most. Most of the other patrons have cleared out by then, and the freshly made laser rifle holes in the walls and furniture were clear indicators of why. "Come on, you bastich!" Lobo barked at the bartender, the last remaining human in the establishment. "Give me something stronger!" he commanded again, slamming his pale fist into the counter and breaking it in half. "B-b-b-but you've already drunk everything I have!" the frightened man reasoned from his fetal position on the floor. "What?! Of all the fraggin' luck! I come all this way to get a drink and I'm not even buzzed!" Lobo angrily put. With the counter destroyed like much of the rest of the bar, the only thing left to do to show his anger was to pull out his laser handgun. He aimed it dead at the bartender and fired. Much to his surprise, there was still a quivering human male before him. Upon further inspection, he saw that there was a delicate hand gripping the barrel of his gun. Black eyes dragged along the connecting arm to the interloper's face, and soon a little bit south to the S and a couple of other items of interest. "Go home, Lobo," Supergirl plainly put. She was in no mood for negotiations. "Well well well, if it isn't Blue Boy's little cousin," Lobo stated, having lost his anger in favor of interest of the fetching newcomer. "Although, not so little, I should say," he corrected, giving her right breast a playful poke right on the nipple. Super Sexuality, Issue 01 Irritated already, Supergirl pulled the gun from his grip and with the other hand laid a vicious blow to his chest, sending him flying back onto the piers outside. Not bothering to check to make sure the bartender was already, she immediately took flight after Lobo. Familiar with the pale alien, Kara knew that Lobo never went peacefully, or easily. The member of a nearly extinct race possessed strength near equal to that of Superman's, and the ability to recover from any injury given enough time to regenerate. Lobo was stopped when he hit the hull of a ship. Pulling himself out of the Lobo shaped dent, his big clunky boots landed on the pier below. He walked towards the fast approaching Supergirl with a casual stroll, straightening out his leather biker jacket. Before she could pummel him a second time, he sent his own fist into the fray, connecting with the heroine's face before she could reach him. Supergirl spiraled away from the brute, landing ten feet away from him, flat on her back. It was too rare that a brute punch actually injured her. Usually she was weakened by Kryptonite, magic, or electricity first. So it was a surprise when he actually managed to give her a sore jaw. Sitting up, she saw him giving a mocking chuckle at her huburis. Oh no she was not about to be beaten by this lout. The gruff alien lost himself in his laughter when his face was blackened by the white hot beams firing from Supergirl's eyes. "So, you wanna play rough then, cutie?" he asked before pulling a large iron chain from off the pier, ripping it from the ship he had smacked into. A large arcing swing followed, sending the chain to smack into Kara's side and wrap around her several times. Before she could break free, he again swung the chain, this time upwards and brought it down behind him, slamming her into the docks and breaking many boards in the process. After recovering from her daze, Supergirl decided not to break free just yet and instead grab hold of the oversized chain, yanking it towards her and bringing the crude brute with it. Instead of punching him in the jaw this time, she gave him a fierce headbutt, stopping his journey short and keeping him within range instead of repelling him back again. "Whoa ho ho, girlie. You've got some chops on you! Superman never played this dirty," Lobo complimented. "I'm NOT Superman," Supergirl said, stating the obvious. "Clearly not, sweet cheeks. For one thing, you've got nicer tits than him," Lobo said, again trying his hand at complimenting her. "Or my ass," Kara replied, surprising even Lobo. She didn't know what made her so crude, Lobo crude, but it felt good to get some power back. Adding to her statement she landed a swift blow to his stomach, keeping it there as he buckled over her fist. Feigning injury, Lobo gave a sorrowful groan and before she could realize it was an obvious act, he grabbed on her arm and yanked her out of the pile of chains and against his body. "Not bad, sweetie, I guess I can give you a free ride, if you beg," he said, reaching down to get a handful of her pert butt cheeks. On any other day, with any other person, Kara would have uppercutted him into the sun for slapping her ass and taking a good long squeeze of it. But today was different. Lobo was different. Kara was different. "You couldn't handle me if you tried, big boy," she said with a sultry tone, leaning in close to his gruff face as her ass wiggled in his greedy grip. Well this was certainly surprising, but nothing Lobo wasn't prepared to tackle. "You're way more fun than your boy scout cousin, kid!" "You have no idea," Kara adjusted before forcing her lips upon his. He tasted like cigar smoke and exotic liquor, but the fact that this was all so wrong made them very delicious flavors. She purred against his lips as he growled in his throat, his hand squeezing even tighter on her ass while the other hand pressed on the small of her back. Before he could figure her out, before he could get comfortable with the situation, Kara threw him a wild card and sent her knee up against his crotch. Releasing her, Lobo doubled over in pain. No matter the species, a knee to the crotch hurt, especially when it came from a Kryptonian. Giggling at her domination of the alien, she stood proud over him, confident in her ability. Before she could get too comfortable, however, Lobo stood up, having recovered quickly. Smirking, he reached forward quickly and grabbed her costume, ripping his hand away and taking a large bit of cloth from her. Kara's perky breasts bounced free from the tight blue confines. Shocked, mouth agape, Supergirl felt the breeze run along her pink nipples, causing them to awaken before Lobo reached forward with both hands and covered her breasts. They were a full handful for him, and a bit more for any normal sized man. He took great joy in swirling his hands around the soft orbs, giving numerous good honks and squeezes, but nothing she couldn't handle. She wanted something she couldn't handle. Kara wanted to bite off more than she could chew and face the consequences. "Look here, pig," Kara started, mimicking Lobo by getting a good handful of his shirt and yanking him forward. "If we're going to do this, we're going to do this right. Don't you dare go soft on me? I need a good, hard, fuck, and you're the only guy who can give it to me. So cut the heavy petting and fucking use me!" Lobo didn't know what to say, but he knew what to do. He went from firm gropes to rough pinching and pulling on her now rock hard nips. Kara cried in pain and pleasure, arching her back and thrusting her firm young breasts his way. Suddenly Supergirl was lifted into the air, a rough hand cradling her ass, and her breasts were brought to face level with Lobo. He had no problem fucking her, but he'd be damned if he was going to kneel before some girl. The breast getting no attention now had his mouth locked around it, sucking hard and flicking her bud with his smoky tongue. Supergirl gave a delighted squeal as she was lifted up and all her soft mounds were being occupied by the alien bad boy. She leaned into him, pressing her tit more into his mouth as he tugged harder on nipple, soon biting on the other. This caused her to wrap her legs around his chest. Supergirl had stellar legs, but they weren't long enough to reach all the way around the tree trunk that was Lobo's torso. Suddenly, Kara pulled a maneuver she learned from Wonder Woman and took flight, legs still secure around Lobo's chest. As soon as Lobo opened his dark eyes to see they were moving, they stopped, his back slammed into the brick wall of a nearby building. Startled, Lobo released her breasts and looked up at the soft face that carried with it the look of wild primal lust. Just the way he liked it. Not to be outdone, however, Lobo turned the tables, or more literally the super hero, and slammed her against the opposite wall. He saw the familiar look of pleasure derived from pain on her face and hurried over to her, locking his lips with hers again as he gave her thighs a good groping. As he did, Kara reached between them and tried to find some way to unzip his jeans. Not finding any quicker method than just ripping them off, that's what she did. Before she could have the chance to glance down at the rod that was about to impale her, she was spun around again, this time forcing her to face to wall. With a sly smile, Kara used her super strength to actually get a good grip on the wall, digging her fingers into the mortar. As Supergirl braced herself against the wall, Lobo used his strong hands to spread her legs, causing her skirt to ride up on her hips, but not enough for what he need. Forcing it up, he was gifted the sight of the luscious ass he had been massaging for a good while. It was heart shaped and unblemished. Snuggled between her cheeks was a blue thong, a darker shade where she was getting wet. He was nearly lost in the perfect sight until she started shaking her hips left and right slowly, moving her ass in a way to entice him and get him going. Kara could feel her soaked cotton panties be pulled down over her ass. She was ready to lift her legs up to step out of them when he stopped and let them remain just above her knees. Oh she liked this. She kept her eyes forward, wanting to be surprised by every move he made. She could feel the impressive length of his cock slap against her pert cheeks, and its girth rest between them. Even if he wasn't strong enough, the size of his member certainly more than fit her bill. It didn't quite fit elsewhere as she was stretched to her limit around his massive cock, taking it in inch by inch as he tried to force it in as fast as possible but there was just wasn't enough give between his size and her tightness. She helped by pushing back against him, sliding him more and more into her slippery folds. "Oh fuck," she cried, "oh fuck, oh fuck, aaaahhh FUCK! Dammit Lobo why didn't you tell me you were this big?" "What? And spoil the surprise?" he replied, giving her a swift slap on the ass. For the first time in her life, someone left a red mark on her ass, and she loved it. Maybe it was his size, the moment, or how long she had waited, but she came right then and there. She squeezed tightly around his cock, causing him to wince in pain as the powerful Kyrptonian contractions proved a bit much for him. He couldn't get out now, though, and had to let her ride it out before he started riding her. Her fluids dripped down his shaft as he began the steady fucking of her tight pussy. There was a lot of work to be done to give her the hard fucking she so demanded, but he was willing to put in the time. Over and over he plowed into her, his cock working her folds to accommodate his size. Her juices helped lubricate his cock and allowed him to start fucking her harder and harder. Supergirl began to wail with joy as she was being given the fuck of her lifetime. She needed this, badly, and was getting more than she thought possible. Her fingers dug further into the bricks and mortar and she began to thrust her hips back against him, fucking him with everything he was fucking her with. "Yes! That is IT!" she screamed into the wall. "Fuck my young cunt! Harder, dammit! Fucking ruin me, Lobo! Ruin me!" Lobo said nothing, but instead replied by gripping her hip with super strength and spanking her ass with even more. With each thrust he slapped her backside, leaving it a throbbing red so she would remember him. Soon her jiggling breast was gripped by him, squeezing hard so it too would go with sores in the morning. Again her nipples were tweaked and tugged. As he did this, he began to feel her walls get tighter. She was going to cum again soon and he didn't want to be in there when she did. He began to pull out but she wouldn't have that. "The fuck you are!" Supergirl barked, and thrust her hips back against him, repelling herself of the wall and sending him back to the opposite building. There he was pinned as she continued to thrust her hips back against him, working her way to, and through, her second orgasm. All Lobo could do was grip the wall to brace himself against the pain. Once she finished, Lobo thought he was done, and didn't care if he hadn't cum. He'd find some alien floozy on some random moon and dump his load there. Instead, Kara reached back and pulled him off the wall and out of her and slammed him into the ground. While he was dazed, she mounted his hips, facing away from him. Supergirl looked down at the mighty cock she aimed her pussy over. She gave it a curious look and then gave an angry one back at him. "This is bigger than I thought! You've been holding out on me, you prick!" "Not my fault! You're too tight, superbitch!" "Bullshit, I'll show you how it's done," she promised, and she slammed herself down on his cock. He feared she would bend it in half with such a move but he was lucky she got so lucky with the aiming. The force pushed him down against him down into the pavement, causing it to crack around him as he dipped into the ground. He was all the way into her now, her ass pressed down hard against his hips. He watched as the blonde writhed in joy, feeling completely full and stretched. Her hips turned and her ass ground into him as she tried to get his cock to hit every spot at once. Before he could relax, she began to raise and lower herself on his rod, fucking herself with his huge dick while he just laid back for the ride. She reached up to cup her breasts once she got a good rhythm going and didn't need to brace herself against the ground. Kara loved the feeling of her ass slapping down against his hips. She massaged her breasts as soon as he gripped her hips. It felt like he was helping her up and down, but really he was just trying to get her off of him. She was too cock crazed to care though. Supergirl rode the beast through several more orgasms, each one nearly breaking Lobo of his strength. He could recover from anything but this girl was going to leave a mark on him. Eventually she pulled herself off of him with a happy sigh. The actual lack of pussy around his cock caused him to finally cum, spurting a hearty load all over her perky cheeks. She stood and giggled, reaching back to dip her finger into the batch he supplied. Sucking it off of her finger, she gave a shrug. Not bad, but not great. She was glad she didn't have to swallow it all. Taking his chance, he gave a sharp whistle, confusing Supergirl for a moment, which was all he needed for his bike to come flying in and smack into her stomach, launching her in the far back wall of the alley. He struggled to stand as she came to, and hopped onto his bike just in time. "I never thought I'd say this, but you're too much woman for the Main Man, Supergirl," he admitted and with it took off on his bike. She stood, pulling her panties back up and over her jizz covered cheeks. A devilish smirk rose on her lips as he flew away. No one could say she didn't get the job done; he was leaving, and probably would be too scared to come back for awhile. Pleased with finally getting a good lay, she was humbled by the fact that it wasn't going to last a life time. She'd have to find someone else to screw. Someone else who could make her cum without her having to sacrifice her strength, to have to focus on keeping herself in check. To let her go wild. The prospect of the hunt definitely enticed her. Her top was still torn so she'd have to fly to her place on earth as stealthily as she could to get changed before getting teleported back to the Watchtower. However, before she could take flight and find her way home, she felt the familiar sparks race through her body as her atoms were disassembled and reassembled elsewhere. She was teleported back to the Watchtower, and met with the disapproving eyes of Superman watching from the Monitor Room. Super Sexuality, Issue 02 The characters in this story are property of DC comics. I have used them in honor of the comic series and admiration for the characters. This story is original and is in no way tied to any of the canons of the DC Universe (to save myself the grief of working with time lines). This story contains adult material of a sexual nature. If it is illegal for you to view such material, turn back now. This work is property of the author. Do not post this on any other site or use it for personal gain. It is for entertainment purposes only. Thank you. The room was as cold as their stares. Not only in temperature, but décor. All metal, a dull grey and walls that curved overhead, seeming to bare down on those inside. There she sat, at the chair closest to the door as her peers sat as far from her as possible. All of the founding seven were in attendance; Superman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, Batman, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, and Hawkgirl. They all had their reasons for looking down their noses at her. For her actions, with whom she performed those actions, and under what circumstances. She was screwed on all sides. At least the lecturing was done. For what felt like a lifetime Kara had to sit there quietly as they all berated her with why what she did was so stupid, why that since it was with Lobo that it was so dangerous, and why that it was outside that it was so irresponsible. They all had their grievances to air, but none more so than Superman. Wonder Woman didn't say much, she just sort of watched. Supergirl was tempted to speak up against Superman, make note of the hickey barely creeping out from beneath his cape. She knew right then and there why he wasn't available to take down Lobo himself. Despite this knowledge, she wouldn't use it against him. She didn't think it would do any good. After arriving back at the Watchtower, her costume torn and baring her breasts, she was told to get changed and go straight to the conference room she sat in now. Most of her spare costumes she kept at her apartment and those on the Watchtower were all in tatters as well. Teenage procrastination had led her to the only choice, her old costume. She only had to use the top, but it was still one from her first years as Supergirl. It was a small white top, cut mere inches below her breasts and baring her flat tummy. When she was barely a teenager it wasn't too bad, but now in her 20's it seemed much more scandalous. Her breasts had obviously grown since then, and strained against the white cotton top, stretching the slightly faded S out. Her stomach had seen more exercise and had become more toned and sleek. She may well have been better off just crossing her arms over her exposed breasts back in the monitor room. Once they had laid out their concerns, their gripes, their outright judgments of her, they had a vote. Such a flagrant abuse of power, a public fucking, with a known criminal warranted council on disciplinary action. As far as they knew, there was no standard for how to deal with a super hero screwing a villain in the streets in broad daylight. She was just lucky no one saw – Lobo had cleared everyone off the docks with his rampaging and any left scurried away once he and Lobo starting sharing blows. Kara was left alone in that room with her thoughts for a while. She couldn't tell if they were just deadlocked or trying to drive her mad. When they returned, they sat silently as Superman collected his thoughts. As the initial founder of the League, it fell on him to deliver the news of punishment on any member, despite their relation with him. However, this day there would be no expulsion for Kara. Superman explained, trying his best to hold back his emotions, that while what she did was immensely irresponsible and dangerous, that her age and unique circumstances warranted lenience on her case. Probation. Double monitor duty. And whenever she was to be called into action, she would always have another hero with her. Supergirl wished they had just thrown her out of the league. She had worked so long and hard to earn their respect, to gain a place in the League where she was seen as an equal. But in one fell swoop she had managed to demote herself to a little kid again. Someone who couldn't be trusted with their own power. They ordered her to go back to her room, to wait there until it was time for her newly appointed monitor duty. Slinking away, Kara walked back to her quarters, past all the eyes of heroes who had heard or seen what she had done. It was the longest walk of her life, but she didn't feel like flying to make it go by faster. Once she was in her room, she set it to lock and breathed a sigh of relief with an accompanying laugh. Despite all the judgment laid down upon her, she would do it all over again. Never had she felt so released and free than when she was down there, fucking the life out of Lobo and getting so much frustration vented through him. The increased monitor duty and loss of respect was terrible, to be sure, but it was all outweighed by the satisfaction of a good fuck. Kara spotted herself in the full length mirror near her closet. She eyed herself up and down, examining her own features as if for the first time. Ribbons of golden tresses fell down to slender shoulders. Her full, up-thrust, breasts never looked bigger than they did in that tiny cotton top. The cold air of the conference room had forced her pink buds to press against her costume, proudly alerting eyes to her tits. A flat and sculpted stomach twisted as she turned her body, giving herself a profile view of her form. She pulled up her skirt just enough to uncover her pert cheeks, so supple and firm from all her crime fighting and good genes. Those rosy cheeks gave lead to her strong thighs that could easily bend steel between them. Long, tan, stems had been the envy of many women, and she felt so lucky to have them. This whole package had been used to get what she desired and that made her feel more powerful than ever before. So long had her body been utilized for the purposes of fighting evil. Now she could see that she could use it to gain pleasure. Her newfound pride led her to the bathroom where she would treat her admired body to a steamy shower. She had to hurry to get dressed and head to the conference room so there hadn't been time to wash the sweat and smell of sex off. First the top came had to come off. As much as she appreciated the shirt's efforts to make her breasts seem more perky and large, it was still rather tight to be totally comfortable. Her tits bounced free and she again spied on them in the mirror. Supergirl was still so young and had room to develop, and she could only guess how large they would eventually become. She could use Power Girl as a model, but that just took the mystery out of it. There was no cape to remove as that came standard with her blue top, so next came the boots. Sitting down on the toilet, she reached down to the right boot and tugged the zipper down the long path of her calf. Kara took her time with this, running her thumbnail along the skin as it was exposed and sending shivers throughout her body. Once the zipper reached just above the heel, she stretched her leg out, long and lithe, and tugged the boot off. The same was done for her other boot, though it was playfully kicked off instead. Standing, Supergirl hooked her thumbs into the hem of her skirt and gave a sharp pull down as she bent as far as she could at her waist. The tight blue fabric raced across the skin of her cheeks as her proud buttocks was hoisted into the air. She wondered if her alias should have a job as a stripper after her little private show in her bathroom. Last but not least came her dark blue thong. That was taken off in a similar fashion as her skirt, but with more care. The thin cloth clung lightly to her damp pussy as she pulled. The underwear was then tossed, over her shoulder, into the hamper by the door. With that little striptease done, Kara turned on the shower, testing her palm against the water as it heated up. It had to get really hot to really feel warm to her, but it was worth the wait. By the time the temperature reached the level she desired, there was already a good deal of steam rising up the bathroom mirror. A long, toned, leg stepped into the tub, and soon Kara's entire form followed with it. The water felt fantastic against her golden skin, washing away all the sweat and smell from her body. Streams of water ran along the length of her body, her hands tracing along them and caressing her curves. A dollop of body wash was squirted into her palm and rubbed against her body. Starting with the shoulders and neck, Supergirl massaged her way down across her breasts, stomach, hips, ass, and legs. The water took the soap as soon as she applied it, so she made a game of trying to get enough suds on her body to last longer than a second. The game forced her to massage her body more thoroughly, and longer, which was the whole point. The shower probably lasted much longer than it needed to, but she didn't mind, and her body was certainly thankful for the attention. After drying off, she wrapped the fluffy white towel around her torso, just high enough to cover her nipples and just low enough to drape over her pussy and ass, though the bottom curves of her cheeks were poking out just a smidge. She hadn't washed her hair, but it did get a little wet from the experience, and had to be blow dried for a few minutes. Supergirl stepped back into her room, the bathroom door sliding in its futuristic manner to reveal a very patient Wonder Woman sitting on the edge of her bed. "Wonder Woman!" she exclaimed, holding onto the knot on her towel formed against her cleavage. She was usually happy to have her mentor in her room, or anywhere, to speak with her, but after the events prior to then she could only guess she was here to lecture her harshly. Even so, she felt compelled to ask, "What are you doing here?" in the most clichéd way possible. "And...how did you get in here?" she followed up with, curious as to how she bypassed her locked door without smashing it in. The Amazon couldn't help but look over her youthful form, still damp from her obvious shower and barely confined in her tight little towel. Supergirl really was becoming a woman, which reassured her of her opinion on Kara's actions back on earth. "I'm just here to talk, Kara. About what happened," she clarified, standing up from the bed to speak in a more authoritative stance. Kara gave a typical youthful shrug, acting unconcerned for Diana's concerns. "Oh? And why didn't you say anything back in the conference room with everyone else?" "Because everyone else was being too judgmental to understand what I want to say," Diana explained, walking over to Kara and placing a caring hand on her shoulder. "I understand completely why you did what you did, and I'm not mad." Supergirl was definitely surprised by this turn of events, and it forced her to lose her defiant stance. "You do? You're not?" She smiled and shook her head, "Not at all, Supergirl. I wish it had been under better circumstances and someplace more private, but I understand." Well it wasn't completely without judgment, but it was a great deal less than what she had received a half hour before. "I'm here because I wanted to give you a bit more help than what I gave you before. Hopefully we can avoid another incident like before," she explained, causing Kara to scowl. She may have been agreeing with her, but Supergirl still heard the lecture weaseling its way into the discussion. Wonder Woman returned to her bed and took a seat to begin her talk, now in a friendlier manner. "First and foremost...how was it?" she asked, she just had to ask. Lobo was a crude and gruff individual whom she would never touch beyond knocking him into the sun, and Supergirl she assumed felt the same way, which may explain why she was so drawn to the forbidden fruit. Kara felt oddly comfortable with this topic now, even as it became more personal. Perhaps her little romp on the docks had awakened more than she knew. "It was amazing!" she started, throwing her arms out in excitement and testing the strength of the towel. "It kind of started off as a challenge, see which of us would turn before we reached the cliff, but we just kept going on – even when he wanted to stop," she explained with a giggle. "And did he...?" Wonder Woman vaguely asked, though she hoped Kara could fill in the rest on her own. "Oh he did," she put with a sultry tone. "It's a shame he's the last of his kind. He had the strength, stamina, and the girth that I needed." Then Kara's youthful vigor began to vanish as she came to that realization she had been dreading. "But I think I worked him too hard and scared him off," she added with a pout. "Well that's why I'm here, Kara," Wonder Woman began to explain, "To tell you that you don't need a man with super strength to get you off," she said, eliciting a curious brow from Kara. "You just need a man who knows his way around a woman's body." That qualification may not be the easiest to find in a man, but it was a lot easier than finding someone with the strength and stamina of a Kryptonian. So Supergirl perked up a bit, coming to sit down on the bed next to Wonder Woman, crossing her long legs before she posed a question. "But, what about...you know, crushing him?" Kara asked, concerned that the force of her contractions would ruin any male she slept with. "That's why you need to learn a bit of control, Kara," and with that Wonder Woman pulled out a simple little vibrator from under the covers she had hidden while Supergirl was in the shower. It wasn't anything impressive, or giant. It was no longer than four inches and looked so delicate. Supergirl was confused. She had produced a graveyard of broken vibrators throughout her teenaged life, but Wonder Woman had anticipated her concern. "I know what you're thinking, Supergirl. But that's the whole point. You need to learn control, to be able to hold back the strength of your contractions without sacrificing your orgasms." Wonder Woman handed her the pink toy and stood up to walk out. "Just take your time and find a suitable mate. And try to keep this from Superman. He...wouldn't approve," she added before she walked out. Supergirl examined the toy for awhile, as if trying to find some switch to make it more durable and powerful. To no avail, she just had to trust Diana and get to work. The towel was tossed aside without delay, revealing her youthful form once more before it was stretched out along her bed. Her head nestled into her arrangement of pillows and she switched on the vibrator. Rolling her blue eyes, she immediately placed it at her pussy, pushing it in without hassle and began a slow pumping motion with it. She used the visual aid of her recent sexual partner, Lobo, and the fun they had on earth. With a sly smile, she worked the vibrator harder and harder, but seemed to be getting nowhere. It felt good, sure, but it was...empty. Or maybe it was her that was empty. The more she thought about her experience hours ago, though, the more she realized it wasn't really what she was looking for. Sure it was fun, a real thrill, and she wouldn't dismiss it entirely, but all that blind pounding away just felt so...juvenile now. Frustration returned to Kara, now convinced that for all her trouble she had gotten nowhere with her plight. She wouldn't discount a nice, hard, random fuck every now and then, but she realized that wasn't what she was looking for. So her mind went to Wonder Woman's words, about how she needed someone who knew her body. With a deep breath, Kara pulled the vibrator out and just rest it against her clit. Her mind began to wander to her potential suitors. She thought of Catman, an experience martial artist, and began to run her hand against her breasts. Her nipples hardened under the soft touch, a touch she pictured was his. As her fingers traced along the definitions in her stomach, she thought of Hawkman's soft feathers falling against her skin as he loomed over her. The vibrator was being rubbed up and down now against her clit and lips. The Flash was in her mind now, admiring her long legs as she lifted them up, showing off her flexibility as she cupped her hand behind her thigh and gave it a series of caresses. The pink toy was being pushed more and more against her lips, begging for entrance but not knowing the secret word yet. Rolling over on her stomach, she thought of Green Arrow and his publically known love of nice asses. She gave herself several good spanks, emitting a little private scream to each. None of them seem to be doing it for her, though. Her breathing had increased, panting against her soft pillows. Her pussy had gotten wetter, though the vibrator remained outside her folds, but still being rubbed against them with primal want. Green Lantern was using his ring to form all kinds of bonds and toys to use on her, sating her bondage fantasies. Martian Manhunter used his mind reading to know exactly what and who she wanted and gave her everything. Atom adjusted his size to that of 8 inches, exploring her body like a mountain climber and hitting all those unseen details. Before she could give up hope on figuring out who would do it for her, it struck her. The perfect mate for her, the perfect hero to find all her little pleasure spots and know exactly how to exploit them. She thought of him taking her into his strong arms, and even knowing her own strength surpassed his she felt secure with him. He was penetrating her now, as the vibrator did, and her hips lifted into the air. One hand worked the toy as the other rubbed her clit with hot want. He took her at every angle, giving her everything she needed and more. His lips ran along her body and took time to admire every inch of her form. She was close now. His strong form looming over her as she thrust back into his advances, and he took every blow with ease. Her touches sped up and grew stronger. He was ravaging her body, touching every part of her as his own and claiming her for himself. She was dripping. Breasts were cupped, ass was spanked, legs were lifted, hips thrust, stomach knotted, lips locked, and she was there. Supergirl came with a force she didn't know she was capable of. Unfortunately, she had failed her test and crushed the poor little vibrator within her walls. She didn't care. Pass or fail, she was going to get what she wanted, what she needed, now. Rolling back over to lay on her back, she tossed the broken tool aside and gazed lazily up at her ceiling and uttered the name of her future lover. "Batman." Recovering from her post-orgasm glow, Kara sat up with a troubling though. It was clear to her that Batman had to be hers, no matter what. The problem was that Batman was the most resistant man to a relationship, one-night or long term. He was so professional all while being such a bad boy. Black Canary, Wonder Woman, Zatana, Cat Woman; they all pursued the dark knight with unmatched determination, and if any of them succeeded he wasn't talking. Still, Kara had the advantage of youthful determination on her side, abandoning reason and logic for passion and desire. Still, it couldn't hurt to arm herself for the difficult fight. Batman was a brooding hero, a shadowed protector with more angst than an 8th grade class. So if Batman wanted to stay in the shadows, Supergirl was going to follow him in. Her costume was much too bright for her purposes. She searched through her closet and dresser for the perfect new costume to aid in her seduction of the dark knight. First item added to her new, super seduction, costume, was the underwear. A simple black thong worked just fine for her purposes. She even put on a black bra to match just to give her girls a little extra boost. Over top of that was a simple black t-shirt. A bit older than the white costume top she wore before, and certainly was never used for crime fighting, and still wouldn't, so it fit snugly but comfortably, exposing her flat stomach and stretching across her cupped tits. Super Sexuality, Issue 02 Next she pulled a tight black skirt on. It was an inch shorter than her usual blue skirt, and hugged her hips and ass perfectly. The strings of her thong were pulled up to arc over her hip bones, exposed above the hem of the skirt. Not to be too familiar, she chose some boots she never thought she'd get to wear. They were black and heeled, with a cross lace that went all the way up her calves, accenting them nicely. She pulled on some black and white striped cotton fingerless gloves. They had to be fingerless so she could display her black painted nails. There was definitely a theme going on with the new outfit. To add some contrast, she applied some dark red lipstick. In order to keep some innocence about her, she did her blonde tresses up in pigtails, tied with red ribbons. If she had a lollipop she'd be sucking on it. Kara gave herself a once over in the mirror, and liked what she saw, she just had to hope Batman would feel the same. Even if she failed at her seduction, and she didn't plan on it, she might keep this new costume. It had a youthful sexuality about it, and fit her like a glove. Satisfied, she did up the rest of her makeup, giving herself heavy eyeliner to make her blue eyes sharper, and set out to do her monitor duty, and she knew Batman would just be nearly done with his shift when she got there. The metal doors slid open to the large circular room overlooking the main transport bay of the Watchtower. The walls were lined with computer screens showing satellite footage of locations all around the world. Some were normal, nothing going on, while others featured heroes fighting disasters they had been called out for. Kara wondered which screen she appeared on hours ago. Illuminated by all the computer screens was Batman himself, sitting in a lone chair and trying to keep his attention on every situation and every situation that could arise. Making sure her new costume was in order, Kara carried herself over to Batman, her hips swaying seductively just in case he happened to turn around to greet her. Kara stopped at the main layout of dials and buttons that ran the monitors and transport bay. Careful not to brace herself against any big red buttons, Supergirl bent over to peer over at the valiant defender of peace. Despite her alluring display of her curves, Batman did not bother to look at her and only gave a "You're early, Supergirl" to greet her. That was Batman, a man of few words and all of them business. Twisting her lips and giving a huff, Kara turned to sit on the edge of the console, again being cautious not to accidently flip a kill-all switch. Crossing her legs, displaying the muscle tone of her stems, she gave Batman a dreamy look. Just his stubbled jaw was enough to get her all in a swoon. "I know, I just wanted to spend some time with you, Bats," she casually said. He finally looked up at her, immediately towards her sapphire eyes and gave a curious look before turning his attention back to the screens. Batman was the greatest detective in the world, and already had figured out what she was trying to pull given how she was sitting, speaking, and dressed. He knew Supergirl was a beautiful girl, but she was the cousin of one of his best friends, and a fellow hero, which only served to complicate things more. All in his head he began to deduce the ifs, whys, hows, and end results of all possible scenarios that could arrive from that moment. Giving soft little kicks to the air, Kara ran her eyes down Batman's body. There wasn't much to see with his thick black cape draped over his shoulders, but she could make out the outline of the center of his chest down to his abs, and that utility belt and all parts of him around it. During her examination, Batman turned in his chair to face her, arms crossed. "Supergirl, no," he plainly put. "No what, B-Man?" she playfully asked, giving a wry smile and arching her back to display her assets better for him. "You know what, Supergirl," he again stated. With his stance firmly stated, he turned back around to the monitors, keeping watch on the world below rather than the young woman to his left. Supergirl pouted, seeing no use in playing dumb anymore. She should have known Batman would see through the act immediately. So she turned to appeal to his sense of reason. "Come on, Batman, don't just throw away the notion right away. This could be good for both of us! God knows I need the attention," she started, running her finger across his broad shoulder, "and I can only imagine that your dark past isn't the only thing that keeps that stick up you're a-" Before she could finish the expletive, Batman grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her arm away. "You are on probation for just this sort of thing, Supergirl. Even if you weren't, you are Superman's cousin. It would only complicate things," he explained, turning back to the monitors a second time. "Besides, you're too young." She scowled down at him at his last comment. "I am not too young! I'll be 21 this summer!" she snapped at him, crossing her arms across her breasts. Then a dark gloved hand came reaching over to her thigh and she felt her heart skip. "You're in the way," he said in his gruff tone, forcing her to slip off the console bay so he could type in the needed coordinates to one of the heroes that just teleported down to earth. He looked up at her, pouting with arms crossed, looking away from him for the first time since she came into the room. With a heavy sigh, he felt obligated to try and ease her hurt. "Supergirl, you're a beautiful young woman, intelligent, and very sweet. Any hero or otherwise would be lucky to have you," he put in the nicest way he could muster. Nice really wasn't what Batman was known for. Supergirl gave him a healed smile, which quickly faded as she saw he was about to form a "but." "But I just can't, Supergirl," he said, affirming her fears. With a slow nod, she pushed off the console and began to walk towards the window looking out over the transport bay. She would have left but she would just have to return in five minutes for monitor duty anyway. "But Bruce Wayne can," he added, much to her delight. It wasn't the Batman fantasy she was hoping for, but it was the next best thing. She gleefully ran over to him and gave him a big hug, elated he had succumbed to her wants. Batman felt it was his duty to ensure another Lobo incident didn't happen again, among other reasons. Batman rose, breaking from her hug and gave her a simple nod to excuse himself. As he walked out and Kara watched, he turned to leave with "Wear something black." The next night Kara was lucky to not have monitor duty. Unbeknownst to her, Batman had done some subtle rearranging of the schedule so Superman had her place instead of her. All day Kara could think only of her date that night. The day after Batman's promise, Alfred made a call to her apartment saying that Master Wayne requested her company at dinner that night. She giggled at the fact that Batman wasn't going to spare her any part of the Bruce Wayne experience. She had just the dress for the occasion, too. A black, slim number that reach over just one shoulder like a toga. The outline of her figure was on display, but wasn't overly showy or gaudy. Kara put her hair up in a bun with two chopsticks stuck in, in an X shape. Her red lipstick was much lighter than the shade she wore last night, and her nails matched in color. Her heels were nearly the same, though. They laced up her legs as before, but were still heels rather than boots. The length of the dress reached just above her knees to display her accent calves. She flew herself to Gotham, as hidden as she could manage, to meet Alfred at a high class apartment complex. Batman wanted to have dinner in Gotham just to not arouse suspicious as to what he was doing in Metropolis. The limo ride to the restaurant didn't take long, and when she arrived she was in awe. For all its grit and grime, Gotham had some lovely features, such as the local she stood at now. Alfred would wait in the limo while she entered the restaurant. There she was shown to her table, where Mr. Bruce Wayne was already waiting for her. Like a true gentleman, he stood to greet her, and pulled out her chair for her. "You look gorgeous, Kara," he compliment her as she sat. She had never heard her use her real name before. With most heroes their alias and super hero name were pretty much interchangeable, depending on whom you were around, but with Batman it was different. Beneath the cowl, there was no Bruce Wayne, just more Batman. She would have noted that he too looked very handsome tonight, were she able to find the words. Everything was just so perfect she didn't want to jinx it. The dinner played out as it was expected to. Kara sat in a dreamy gaze looking at Bruce as he confidently met her eyes with his own dark hues. Several of the high brow crowd sat in judgment of Mr. Wayne, noting that his dates seemed to get younger and younger with each outing. At least he was back down to one, one stated. Bruce allowed her a single glass of champagne, but he didn't partake himself. Apparently he never drank, and at high class functions where he was expected to keep on the persona of a drunken playboy, he drank sparkling cider. Besides, he wanted his senses and focus at their peaks tonight. Partway through, Kara recovered from her awe and began to seductively tease Bruce, much to his amusement. A coy stroke of his hand and a game of footsy below. She could feel herself getting more aroused with each passing look he gave her. They discussed things as any date would, but kept it from matters of capes and cowls. However, Kara couldn't help but bring up the subject at dessert. "Ba- sorry, Bruce, why did you agree to this?" she asked curiously. Surely it wasn't just her looks. She had seen him turn down dozens of women she considered much more beautiful than she before. Plus all the reasons he gave on the Watchtower were reasonable, so she had to wonder what changed his mind. "Being a hero is a fulltime job," he started, speaking with such exact words she thought he had given the speech several times before, "and there is little room for relationships, even casual sex. Most of us are still only human, and even though you come from another world, Kara, you too fall victim to human urges and needs. I've spoken with many heroes, male and female, who have the same problem you have, although not so difficult as with what you face," he referred to her Kryptonian powers. "Left unchecked, it can become a distraction, a heavy burden that clouds the mind and causes us to slip up. We can't have that on our conscious." Kara nodded along, and took a bite of her dessert once he was finished. She was hoping for a less clinical answer than that, but it suited her fine, she supposed. "Plus, you're incredibly gorgeous," he added, just for her sake, and much to her delight. Once dinner was finished, Kara practically pulled him to the limo, and once in she couldn't keep her hands off of him. He was an excellent kisser, and his hands moved to all the right places on her body, exciting her without ever touching her skin. Kara nearly tore off his pants right there in the car, but she kept herself mostly in check, waiting for when they arrived at Wayne Manor. Once inside, she again began to pull him along, keeping her lips locked with his throughout. Soon enough, however, she realized she had no idea where his master bedroom was, or where anything was for that manner. Taking a moment to break the liplock and look around the main foyer, which she had apparently been dragging him around for five minutes; Kara was suddenly swept off her feet and into his arms. Bruce carried her to his bedroom, a room larger than the main foyer even. Along the way Kara sucked on his neck, using her strength to give him a hicky at record time. Inside, Kara was astounded by the size and décor. Wall to wall with priceless antiques, furniture, and paintings. In the middle there was a large canopy bed. Most unusual, however, was the red lighting that covered the room. "Mood lighting, Bruce?" she asked as she was set down so he could remove his jacket. "Red sun radiation lamps," he noted, much to her surprise. Kryptonite could severely weaken her and kill her, but the radiation from a red sun would merely remove her powers, essentially making her human. It was the kind of sun that Kyrpton used to orbit. With these lamps, Kara would have no worries about crushing Bruce. She could go all out with no worries. "It takes awhile for the radiation to remove any yellow sun radiation from your body, so we'll just have to pass the time with a lot of foreplay," he noted with a sly smile. Matching his smirk, Kara then leaped into his arms, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist but keeping in mind that the radiation hadn't set in yet and didn't want to sever the poor guy from his lower half. Her delicate arms draped over his shoulders as he did his best to walk towards the bed, blinded by her flurry of kisses upon his face and neck. She found a good foundation on his lips, sealing her crimson tiers against them and memorizing his taste. Bruce ended up flopping onto the bed, suddenly, taking her with him and lying back with her on top. His strong hands took a delicate path along her back, tracing along her spine and over the curves of her hips and ass. He struggled with trying to keep up with her youthful vigor; her body twisting and writhing against him as he tried to scoot back onto the bed, but to no avail. She still surpassed him in strength, and wasn't letting him get away. Kara's tongue danced in his mouth, twisting along with his and counting the ridges along the roof of his mouth. She felt as though she could suck the life right out of him if she tried hard enough, but if she was going to drain the man of his life force, better elsewhere than his mouth. Breaking away from his soft lips, dragging her own against his stubble as she descended, Supergirl snaked her way down his body, fingers popping his shirt buttons as she went down. The weight, and more importantly the strength, of the barely legal heroine off his chest, Bruce was able to sit up slightly, hands reaching back to brace against the bed so he stayed upright at the obtuse angle. The blonde beauty had managed to find her way to the floor, shimming her between his legs and was fiddling with his belt buckle. She could obviously rip the strap off and toss it into the stratosphere, but she seemed to want to take her time, while seeming to be rushed with desire at the same time. Her bright blue eyes lifted to meet his and he smiled at how cute she looked, nibbling at the crotch of his pants as the belt was undone. He could easily feel guilty for this, believe he was corrupting the young and innocent, but why break out the kinky stuff now? Red finger nails were dragged against the bulge in the billionaire's pants. A pouting lip was bit by pearl white teeth as the young heroine tried to pace herself – to savor every moment. With Lobo it was rush and run, a quickie to get off. With that valve turned and the pressure lessened, she had the mental acuity to appreciate the little things, like the small twitches inside Bruce's pants every time she poked the bulge curiously. Like surgeon, Kara carefully opened Bruce up, tugging his zipper down with calculated care. Once it reached the base and all that was left between them was a white pair of boxer briefs, she gazed up at him once more, this time leading her eyes up his now exposed stomach and chest, barely peeking out beneath his unbuttoned shirt. She nearly salivated at the runway of tan flesh against toned muscle. A few battle scars teased her, barely visible as the shirt remained. She'd have to get to those later. Bruce gave her yellow hair a loving stroke, moving the tresses from obstructing even a little of her face, though still a few bangs fell back to frame her features. As delicate as she looked right then, he could only hope she would take it easy on him until the red sun radiation set in and the yellow sun energy was drained out. Still, knowing her power, she looked so fragile and soft. The look in her eyes told a different story, however. With lust and hunger behind her eyes, Kara yanked down his pants and underwear in a flash, the feeling of cloth still present for a second after it was gone. Bruce's cock was freed, and stood at half mast at an impressive size, in length and width. Kara couldn't help compare his to her previous lover, Lobo. The alien's was of course larger, almost comically so, but Bruce's managed to look much nicer. Perhaps more manageable was the best way she could put it, when compared to the pale bike rider, that is. Now, with only a half erection, she needed to get to work. Soft lips were dampened by a trailing pink tongue. The heft of the cock was lifted so she could begin dragging her pink muscle up the length of his member, starting at the base. Intent on enjoying her care, Bruce closed his eyes and let out a soft exhale through his nostrils. With a beauty such as Kara, however, half of the pleasure came from just watching her, so his dark hues were revealed again and he looked down at the caring creature. Her blue eyes had left their lock on his face and body, and were now focused on his midsection. He wagered Kara was not inexperienced in this field. She had had a slew of boyfriends in the past, and while she couldn't fuck them with the wild abandon she had demonstrated with Lobo, she must have been able to orally pleasure them. So he could only guess she would hold back at first, practiced in not putting her full strength behind her suction, and would keep it that way until the lamps did their work. Every inch of the rod was met with her discerning tongue before her hand came into the fray. Stronger motions were given with her hand than were shown with her mouth, jerking his organ up and down to get the blood flowing. As some rigidity came to the penis, Kara sealed her lips around the head, sucking gently and giving the tip numerous flicks of her tongue. This would repeat for awhile and didn't need her full attention, so she gazed up once again at Bruce's face, to gauge his reaction. His breaths were deeper now, his chest bulging out as his back arched to the pleasure flowing through him with each bit of attention Kara gave his member. His shirt had fallen open, exposing more of his impressive torso and the map of scars that littered his body. Alfred was skilled in medical care and took care of most of his wounds without any sign they had been there. The deepest cuts, however, left a strong indication of his past battles. They weren't so glaring that they took away from his body, however. His abs were chiseled to perfection, and his chest was broad and smooth. Now more excited than ever, thanks to being granted more of a show of Bruce's body, Kara doubled her efforts, sucking harder and longer, and dipping past just the tip of his cock. About half of his length made it into her mouth before she had to stop, though she bet she could do more if she was feeling really eager and daring. She remarked to herself that he tasted wonderfully; he must take his hygiene very seriously. His dick had become fully erect at that point, throbbing against her twisting tongue. Her hand picked up the slack on the bottom of half, jerking firmly while being careful not to put her Kryptonian strength behind it. She was, however, starting to feel herself lose her powers; the weight of the gravity around her felt stronger, and sounds were less sharp. Thankfully, the pleasure she felt was no less powerful. As Kara delved deeper into the passion, Bruce followed with her. The hand that softly stroked a hair from her face was now cupped behind her head, guiding her motions to his needs. He watched the blonde bob as much as he could, though often his eyes were shut from a surge of pleasure. His strength of will was stronger than anyone's on earth and beyond, and he could hold back an orgasm for as long as he wished, or erupt when his body wished it. Kara was cheating, however, intentionally or not. Despite the work the red lamps were doing, her strength mostly remained, and the strength of her suction was greater than that of a human woman's, now. Nothing painful, of course, quite the opposite. As he peered down at the girl, he could see a smirk on those working lips, and her eyes lit up like fireworks. She knew exactly what she was doing, and wanted to beat Bruce at his game. Super Sexuality, Issue 02 It was true; Kara had broken the seal on her super powers and sucked harder than any human woman could muster. Her tongue moved faster too, twirling around the head and dragging up and down the base at matched speed. Her massaging hand, too, found increased strength and speed, though it never left her mind to keep a lid on the fighting strength. She gleefully watched Bruce's face twist in struggle to hold back. Kara was determined to win, however. She was confident he could get it up again quickly, anyway. Kara was right in her prediction of the outcome, as Bruce found himself trying to fend off the approaching orgasm with more difficulty than usual. He had to hand it to her – when she set her mind to something, she achieved that goal no matter what. She was so good, in fact, that he came more suddenly than he had expected, filling her mouth and coating her throat. Now, surely, he was in trouble, he thought. Much to his luck, Kara didn't mind the sudden expulsion of cum into her mouth. She rather liked the taste of his brand, in fact. Such a dirty girl she was, and was proud to be, she swallowed every drop before popping his cock from betwixt her lips. The still presence lust in her eyes told Bruce that he wasn't in trouble, though he would be punished. Eager to see what she was capable of, Bruce moved to lie back on the bed fully, basking in the warm glow of the red lamps. He watched as the lithe young thing climbed up onto the bed and began to crawl over his body, laying little kisses along his body as she advanced. He was very pleased to see that Kara wished to be repaid for the work she had done on him, and soon found her legs on either side of his head, her hips hovering mere inches above his face. To show her he was ready, he reached up to grip the back of her thighs, squeezing firmly and causing her to jump. Then his lips parted just barely, ready to show her his appreciation. Kara squealed at the sudden grip on her legs, but soon relaxed into the firm hold. It was then she realized that her powers had waned further, that he was able to elicit a cry like that from her with just a firm grip. She was starting to feel powerless, destructible. She would have to regain that power, somehow. Licking her own lips, Kara giggled before lowering herself down upon Bruce's face, shivering as the stubble pressed against her thighs. Her delicate folds were attended to with care and interest by the billionaire below, causing her to writhe softly against his face, which only caused more pleasure to surge through her. Bruce's hands had moved from the back of her thighs to her hips, to massage the wide features as his mouth sang against her lips. She was already very wet, so much so that it stroked his ego a little bit, he admitted to himself. He took advantage of the obvious thrill she got from the feeling of his stubble, and turned his head left and right, rubbing his cheeks against her inner thighs and causing her to buck. Thankfully by then her strength had diminished further, so his head remained attached to his neck, but her power had only grown. With most women he slept with, they were too nervous to know what to do, so hopeful that after that night they would be Mrs. Wayne and inherit his fortune. Kara knew exactly what she wanted, however, and that was more exciting than any model of the mouth. Hips twisted against his face as her lower lips were massaged by Bruce. One hand gripped the headboard, while the other reached down to play with her clit, increasing her pleasure to new heights. She had boys eat her out before, but never with much success. Perhaps it was their inexperience, or her fear she may pop their heads like grapes between her thighs if she wasn't careful, but Bruce showed her that being orally pleasured could be more than a tease. As Kara played with her clit, Bruce focused on her folds. The velvet entrance was manipulated to allow his tongue to poke in, lapping at her inner folds and tasting her sweet juices. Maybe it was her Kryptonian nature, or her age, but she tasted far sweater than any woman he had ever been with before, or would be with again. He smirked as he heard her cry out in pleasure, a small orgasm racing through her but still she rode his face, causing the bed to rock as she gyrated. Since she was too focused on holding on and teasing her clit, he reached up to cup her supple breasts, massaging the soft flesh and tweaking her hard nipples. Kara lost it again, coming on his face a second time, after a few minutes of Bruce teasing her taunt nipples. She would cum two more times after that, once from her own teasing of her clit, and the fourth came when Bruce became more primal, sucking on her pussy lips as his tongue pursued. Satisfied, she rolled off of his face, sitting on the pillows as Bruce had his head rested on them. She had to catch her breath, as the last one came in more waves the first three. Before she could fully recover, Bruce had leapt back into action, sitting up and turning to face her. Kneeling between her legs, he pulled her down towards himself, laying her down upon the bed before him. Kara let out a squeal of excitement as Bruce reached out to gain his dominance back from her. By then his cock had hardened to diamond strength again, and the sight of her taut young body just sent more blood pumping through him. Supergirl let out a cry of joy as Bruce entered her, filling her up with his member as he pushed, her walls well lubricated to help with the tight fit. She lifted her legs into the air and hooked them around his waist as she had before. Try as she might, he still managed to overpower her, and she knew that the lamps had done all they could. She had the strength of a human woman of her same size. Having the power stripped was exciting and scary. It was rare that she was shown just how mortal she could become with a simple change of circumstances, and she was just happy that the situation was on happier terms than the past situations. Bruce then began to demonstrate why she had really picked him as her mate. He knew the body better than anyone, and could manipulate it to do whatever he pleased. His hands gripped her hips perfectly to cause her to buck with every thrust. Her nipples were twisted and pulled in such a way that she came just from that. At one point, he even traced a simple, seemingly random, pattern on her stomach that caused her to come in such a force that he wondered if the lamps hadn't really worked. Bruce had turned her body into a house of pleasure with just a few simple pressure points. Kara, too, gave him pleasure rivaling that which he had felt in the past. Her appreciative movements, lustful gazes, and squeezing thighs all aiding him to his own orgasm, finally. After they had both caught their breath, Kara realized that Bruce was still hard, and wasn't about to let the opportunity pass her up. This time she took charge, and rolled them both over so he was back on his back. Never letting him slip out, his still hard cock was ridden until doomsday. Kara massaged her hips into his, gyrating in a pattern she had adapted from her love of dance. Her back arched as his hands cupped her breasts again, squeezing them for awhile before they cupped her firm ass. That night confirmed for her that she loved to be spanked, at the very least by Bruce. Her ass was turned red again, much to her delight, from the many strikes to her ass she commanded he give her. The billionaire was only human, and while still hard did not cum again as she rode him for all he was worth. He was of course delighted that she managed to find a couple more orgasms in the position before he moved them into the doggy style. Again she was gripping the headboard as he pounded into her again and again, hips slamming against her abused backside. Her entire body was shown the respect and pleasure it deserved and craved, over and over and over again. He came again after some time, this time spilling his seed across her heart shaped tush. The great heroine fell asleep with Bruce soon after that, basking the mixed glow of the red lamps and the moon light filtering through the blue curtains. Red and blue; her colors, mixing together to blanket the sweet heroine and the dark knight. Wonder Woman was right, she had found more joy with a man who appreciated her body than with one who could just stand up to the strength of it. Kara did not concern herself, at least not for awhile, with the complexities that would undoubtedly arise from their coupling. She didn't care, she was sated, and didn't have to worry about any watchful towers filming her sexual encounter that night. Super Sexuality, Issue 03 Kara awoke to the warmth of earth's yellow sun warming her nude skin not covered by the bed sheets. With a pleased-with-herself smile, she stretched her limbs out and arched her back, straining her young breasts against the thin covering. When her fist went through the headboard, she knew that her powers had returned after last night. Knowing Bruce could easily afford a new one, she didn't sweat the damage and patted around the bed blindly to find him. Grabbing only down, she realized he hadn't stayed for a morning wood cure. Pouting, Supergirl scanned the room for where he could be, and found no trace. Her heightened hearing did pick up on the distinctive sound of a shower running. Invigorated, she literally flew out of the bed and navigated the halls to find the shower. Bruce must have a preferred room for washing up if he bothered to leave one of his many bedrooms to shower. So focused on a morning refresher with him, she didn't even notice his butler Alfred in the hall, carrying her breakfast. Having passed by the shocked help and turning a corner, Kara entered the room and began to float into the bathroom. Sadly for Kara, Bruce had just finished his shower and upon exiting the spacious shower was greeted with a floating, naked, woman. His gaze was immediately trapped by her young curves and tan flesh. Piercing blue eyes seemed to glow and strawberry blonde hair flowed to her shoulders. With a mischievous smile, Kara advanced and pushed him back into the shower, pinning him to the wall and reaching over to the knob to start up the pressure again. "Oh, Bruce," she started with a seductive purr, "you have all this shower space and you come in here alone? I thought you were smarter than that," she commented before stepping back into the stream and tilting her head back to soak her hair. With his famous willpower, Bruce broke the focus on her nudity and began to lay out the details he knew she would disapprove of. "Kara, listen to me," he started with a firm tone more in kin with Batman than playboy Bruce Wayne, "Last night was to help you relieve stress. So you can get back to performing at your best." Denying rejection, Kara smirked and turned her attention to Bruce as she soaked her body. "Oh I don't think I'm at my best just yet," she replied, "I mean I was good, but I'm sure you could teach me a few things." Supergirl approached the fit billionaire and pressed her toned form against his own. "And vice versa." Sternly, Bruce nudged her away and clarified his statement. "I meant while on duty. Your situation is unique, and that's the only reason I agreed to do what we did last night." With a huff, Kara planted her hands on her hips and glared at him. "Leave it to you to make it sound so boring and clinical." After a deep breath, Kara smiled again and regained her chipper attitude. "I get it, and I agree." Not quick to trust anything on first glance, Bruce cocked a brow and asked "really?" "Yeah, I mean I didn't want a relationship here. Just sort of a friends with benefits kind of deal," Supergirl added. "You're the only guy in the league who can give me what I want. What I need," she stressed. "So, you know, once a month, week, day. Whatever works," she bargained. A heavy sigh passed his lips and he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "No, Kara, I mean last night can't happen again. It's unprofessional enough as it is, but if we continue this it'll only get complicated. This isn't about emotions, it was just for your benefit." "Oh, sure, and I'm sure you were writing up a grocery list in your head while I went down on you, huh?" she rhetorically asked with a sharp sting of sarcasm. "You put on a strong front, Bats, but you enjoyed last night just as much as I." Not willing to deny this, he just tried to move things along. "That's not the point, Kara. This is just not going to happen again, I'm sorry." With any other guy, Kara would have persisted, and probably gotten her way, but she knew Batman didn't give up that easily. She wanted to punch his head through those green tiles lining the shower, but instead she took the high road. "Fine," she agreed with a smile, "It wont happen again. Just let me shower up and I'll get out of your hair." "I'm glad you're being mature about this, Supergirl," he said, using her professional name again. He moved to leave her to her peace but a long leg was lifted to block his path. His eyes moved up the stem and towards her face, giving a curious look. "Just wait right there, Bats. I may need help." "Kara, this isn-" "You do this for me, and I wont bring up last night ever again," she began to reason, "or I can tell Superman about your approach to my problem." Not willing to piss off the strongest man in the world, he sighed and backed up to where he was before. Crossing his arms, he just stood there watching as she showered. Kara stepped under the nozzle once more, arching her back and jutting her butt out. She gave a slight turn to wet her entire form. Despite the warm temperature of the water, her nipples had begun to harden and poke out from her firm breasts. She knew she wouldn't change his mind, but that didn't mean she couldn't have fun with him all the same. Hands moved lazily across her body, touching every curve to make sure it got soaked as much as the rest of her. The whole while, she never looked at Bruce, as if he wasn't even there. Eventually, Kara stepped towards Bruce, he frozen stiff, unsure what she may do. Innocently enough, she only reached over to grab the body wash from behind him. Again, as if he wasn't there, she leaned against him in order to reach the bottle, crushing her teen tits against his billionaire body. She squirted a palm full of the soap into her possession and began to work it against her skin, right in front of him. He kept telling himself to stay strong, to remain vigilant in his decision. He was Batman, and could survive any torture; but this was just sadistic. He watched as her hands moved from her neck down to her breasts. She spent a while lathering her chest, squeezing the firm orbs in her delicate hands and forming more suds on her high mounds than needed. It was not to last, however, as her hands so suddenly released her breasts and smoothed down along her impossibly flat stomach. The soapy liquid had already reached her navel before her hands did, but still she decided to stroke her abdomen like a sweet kitten. Speaking of pussy, hers wasn't ignored as Bruce had hoped. As one hand drew circles around her belly button, the other dipped between her thighs and gently washed. He was hypnotized, more so than any pheromone Poison Ivy could release on him. Kara broke his focus when she finally broke the silence, using a tone in her voice so innocent and pure. "Could you get my back, Bats?" she asked, putting a bit more space between them before turning around to present herself to him. Bruce gulped as she bent forward to plant her hands on her thighs, her cute little butt jutting out to tempt him. After a few deep breaths, he did his best to ignore her pouty look peering over her shoulder and got a palm full of body wash. She made sure to keep herself just barely bent over as he applied the soap to her shoulders and back. She made it hard for him to keep his word when she purred along with his massage, arching her back more and jutting out her butt, to boot. Kara eagerly waited to see if he would stop just at her waist or not. Sure enough, the dark knight's hands found their way to her perky cheeks, lathering them up nicely. She wanted to let him do all the work and come to her, but she couldn't help but push her bum into his hands as he worked. Once she did, she stood up straight and put on a cocky smile. "Something sure doesn't feel 'professional' back there, Bats," she remarked, referring to his full erection. Finally joining in her game, Bruce smirked to her comment and replied with, "You're one to talk." "What?" she asked in her best innocent voice, "We're just two professional teammates washing up before heading off to work. Nothing sexual about that, right?' Not to be outdone, Bruce nodded in agreement. "Nothing at all," he said before dropping down and working the remaining suds against her long legs. An unexpected development, Kara responded with a coo, but was quick to find her composure. Before he stood back up, she took one more sample of the body wash into her hands. Once he was upright again, she practically tackled him against the back wall of the shower, pinning him against it as she worked the body wash into his body Again he found himself outmatched, unable to break free of her strength or possibly just not having the will power to do so. He would occasionally catch her looking up at him with the most innocent of looks, eyes wide and eyebrows high as she descended further and further down his body. Kara covered every inch of his body with the soap, even his painfully hard cock. Sadly, for him, she didn't spend nearly enough time working the suds against his penis to get him off; amazing considering how little time would be needed given his status then and there. Once she was finished, he resumed lathering her up, this time her front, taking her full breasts into his hands and making sure they were properly soaped up before rinsing. Sure enough, she reacted in kind, washing his body as well. Soon enough they were pressed against one another, using the other as a human wash cloth and sharing suds, but never once kissing or fucking. Her ass against his cock, his cock against her thigh. Neither was given the satisfaction they both so desperately needed now. Bruce was the first to break, surprisingly, and it was just a simple kiss at the nape of her neck. He was disappointed to find her moving away from him shortly after and giving him a playfully stern look. "Oh dear, Bats, why'd you have to go and turn a simple, professional, relationship into something sexual? I think I should go," she stated, with an obvious tease, finally getting the reaction she wanted. Swiftly, she exited the shower and took a towel with her as she flew back to find her clothes, leaving Bruce painfully hard and respecting her all the more. She had bested him, that was for sure. She used her greatest strength against him to get him to break and go against his own word and just like that, forced it back down upon him. He knew never to cross her again. Dried and dressed, Kara didn't stop to find Bruce and say goodbye; best to leave him as he was. She was rather proud of herself, but the plan also worked against her. As hot and bothered as she got Bruce, she wasn't immune to the sexual tension that rose up with the steam in that shower. It wasn't like she could go back for a quick screw with Batman, either, as he made it clear that was done and, in her frustration, burned that bridge despite his coming around to her side. As she flew over Gotham, she thought about the recent men that entered and exited her life so quickly. Lobo, such strength and raw sexual power, such a beast, but even he was no match for Supergirl at her absolute wildest. Batman, so clever how he managed to be with her without risk of breaking every bone in his body, and a damn fine lay to boot, but his impossibly strong moral code ruined everything. She needed someone who was both powerful enough to handle her and understanding enough to be with her no matter what others might think. Just as Supergirl was running through the roster of heroes she could screw next in her head, she overheard the familiar sound of police sirens. Peering down, there was a whole gang of squad cars rushing to the scene of the supposed crime. Supergirl had a rule that any more than four police cars heading anywhere, she would intervene. Plus it would be a great way to let off some of that steam. Although not in uniform, she really wasn't at much of a risk of exposing her identity. It was just that the black dress she wore the night before wasn't the most appropriate attire for crime fighting -- but then what was? It didn't take her long to see the source of the cops' concern: a bank. "How original," she thought, and worried it would just be a small gang of thugs she would dispatch in a few moments and get nothing out of it. Still, civic duty and all that, so down she went, flying into the building just as the police arrived. To some delight Supergirl found that it was not, in fact, some group of criminals robbing the bank, but none other than Gotham's resident sexpot Poison Ivy. Kara couldn't help but admire the super criminal's beauty. Pamela Isley was by far the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen. The botanist gone bad had a full mane of red hot hair, several vines running through it. She had a super model's face -- strong cheekbones, full pouty lips (painted green), piercing emerald eyes, and a bone structure to die for. Ivy was no slouch with her body either. Her breasts were impossibly large but perfect for her body, sitting high and firm on her chest. The hourglass figured continued with her curved in abdomen and wide hips to complete the ideal breast to hip ratio. To finish it up, Ivy had the best legs Kara had ever seen; even the vines of her living costume couldn't help but wrap around her strong thighs and calves. As swiftly as Supergirl had entered, she didn't do so unnoticed. The moment she landed, Poison Ivy stood up straight from the recently incapacitated guard's body on the floor, and turned her gaze over her shoulder to the nightly dressed blonde. The green-skinned villain couldn't help but chuckle at her attire, though she was hardly one to talk. Ivy's costume consisted simply of a living plant corset that extended from her breast cups that reached just above her nipples, down far enough to the leaves covering her womanly flower. Still, while Ivy's plant costume showed more skin than Supergirl was, an evening gown was still out of place in the situation they shared. "Supergirl, I presume," Ivy started, turning her form to face the hero, hips cocked to the right and a hand resting on one as the other tossed hair from over her shoulder. "Yes, I recognize those baby blues anywhere," she surmised, taking a few barefoot steps towards the tan heroine. "Good guess, Ivy," Kara replied, planting her hands on her hips as well while the villain approached, trying to keep a strong stance against the powerful foe. "No guess, darling," she corrected. "I pay a lot of attention to the eyes. They speak volumes. And oh the dirty pages yours are writing for me now," she teased, finally stopping an arm's length from the girl. "Not to mention the smell of sex is swimming all around you. Dirty girl." Kara got a bit flushed at the woman's comments, embarrassed she had been ousted so quickly. Still, she couldn't let that weaken her composure in the face of a villainess like Poison Ivy. "Enough talk, Ivy," she blasted in her best big girl voice, "Time to go back to Arkham, and I promise I'm not as gentle as Batman." "Oh no, you wouldn't be, would you?" Ivy replied, starting up her slow walk again, swaying her hips seductively through her approach. "That Kryptonian blood makes you strong, virile, long lasting, and a powerful endurance to top it all off. I'm sure you could go for hours, darling," she finished, stopping just short of her breasts touching Supergirl's. Again Poison Ivy kept Kara off her toes with her sexual talk, immediately pouncing on her first noted weakness and exploiting it without fail. All Kara could do was keep eye contact with the villain, not look away for a second in fear she may blind side her with some poison dart or gas. Looking into her eyes was what Ivy wanted all along. Ivy's gaze was incredibly enchanting, and hard to break from, hard to focus on anything else but her emerald orbs. Batman had learned long ago not to look Ivy in the eyes for too long, but Kara had never meddled with the green seductress, and didn't know about all of Pamela's tricks. Before she could look away, Kara was lost in the pools of green, lips drifting apart in awe as she fell into a simple trance. Ivy couldn't imprison her like that, however, and so needed to up the hold she had on the blonde alien. Opening with a soft stroke to her cheek, pushing yellow strands of hair from her face, Ivy moved in slowly and pressed her green lips, coated in mind altering toxins, against the young girl's pink tiers. Kara had no time to react between losing eye contact with Ivy and gaining lip contact. The effect was instant, and Kara was pulled into the poison's power. Normally she might have been able to break free fast enough to stop the effect short, but having been so worked up at Wayne Manor, she enjoyed the kiss for the initial seconds of her own free will, and then it all became a blur; a mix of the toxin and her own lust. Admittedly, Ivy enjoyed the kiss as well. So often she used her mind controlling kiss on male guards or anyone else she needed to use and not just dispose of right there. It was so rare she got the soft lips of another woman on her own, and she was going to enjoy every second of it. Her jade lips parted and her masterful tongue slipped into Kara's mouth, sliding across her pearl white teeth and sneaking between them to lay across her pink tongue. Kara reacted in kind, slowly rolling her tongue along with Ivy's and causing the kiss to become more firm and passionate. Their bodies pressed together and Ivy's breasts swelled even more when pressed against Supergirl's. Ivy's vines drifted along her body in reaction, caressing her green skin to up the pleasure she was receiving. Just as Supergirl was becoming lost in Ivy's control, a loud thwack sounded as a comically over-sized mallet met with the side of her head. Harley Quinn, dual companion to the Joker and Poison Ivy, stood over the now unconscious Kryptonian, aided by the kiss's effect and the mallet's strength, triumphantly. Harley put on a proud face as she looked down at the clobbered blonde and quickly turned to a pout when she spotted Ivy's disapproving glare. "What?" Harley posed, "I thought she was going to...that um...well I don't like it when you kiss other girls, s'all," she so innocently put. And there was the other reason Ivy so rarely got to kiss other woman -- Harley's insane jealousy when it came to Ivy and the same sex. Ivy just had to smile and put the clown girl at ease before smacking her upside the head. "Dammit, Harley! I was trying to put her under my control!" "Well...why was it taking so long?!" "Because I wanted to make sure it took effect for her -- I don't know how Kryptonian immune systems work!" "Kryptonian? You mean she-" "Uh huh." "Whoa momma!" Harley exclaimed excitedly. "That's right, and with any luck she'll be our little play thing," Ivy said, finally regaining her smile. As Harley bounced with joy, her even-larger-than-Ivy's breasts bouncing charismatically, Ivy snapped her fingers. Behind her a behemoth of a plant slithered out the bank vault behind her. It appeared to be a mutated Venus Fly Trap, sporting a large collection of tentacle like vines, most carrying a bag of money. With a simple gesture, Ivy ordered the plant to slither its tendrils around the unconscious blonde and carry it along with the stolen loot, following Ivy and Harley out the door and through the inevitable carnage of police officers. It didn't take long for Kara to come to, but it took even less time for the dubious duo to restrain her. She was upright, that much was certain, but she was also bound at her wrists and ankles, pulled outward to make an X shape out of her. Immediately she felt the warm glow of a red sun heat lamp upon her, but that didn't stop her from struggling against the strong binds of the vines that kept her. Though still a bit woozy from the kiss and the hammer, Supergirl was aware enough to know she was in a bad situation. Super Sexuality, Issue 03 As Kara struggled, the vines reacted with a shiver, carrying all the way through the greenhouse and back to Ivy who was busy tending to her plants. As if being spoken to, Ivy reacted to the vines and smiled. "Ah, she's awake already. Such a strong girl," Ivy said to herself, though still gaining Harley's attention. "Aw, already," She asked with a pout, "I didn't get to roll around in the cash naked yet," she added. Harley was already nude, her pale white flesh contrasting with the dark green color of the cash spilled out all over the bed she stood near. "Don't fret, Harl', I have something even better to do in the nude," Ivy reassured, soon standing and leading the blonde bimbo through the greenhouse to meet up with Kara. In the midst of her struggle, Kara saw the busty pair saunter so proudly into the room with her, setting themselves up to stand before her and examine the defeated alien. Kara lunged at them, ignoring her binds and hoping the rush of anger would set her free. She spoke no words, just snarled at her captors. "Oh so feisty! But save your energy, Supergirl, you don't have all the powers you're used to," Ivy taunted, turning to gesture at the red sun lamps. "Do you like them? I have them around for some of my plants, but I also know that Superman doesn't fair well in their light, and it looks like you share his weakness." "You wont get away with this, Ivy!" Kara snapped. "I disagree," Ivy casually stated. "While you were napping, Harley searched your from head to toe. It seems that when you changed your costume to that dime store rag you neglected to bring your communicator. Without that, I don't think your friends can find you so easily. You're a long way from Metropolis." Kara hated when the villains got such a huge lead like that. She was right, painfully so. She hadn't told anyone where she was going, she wasn't meant to be on duty that day, and she was a far ways away from her usual stomping grounds. Supergirl feared no one would be coming to save her anytime soon, so she had to think of a way to get out of the mess herself. Supergirl wouldn't have much time to think up a plan, however, as Ivy was already putting hers into motion. "Since this is such a special occasion," Ivy started, making her was closer to Supergirl, the plant instinctively lowering the girl but still keeping her tightly bound, "I've decided to break out the finest in my arsenal." With a devious smirk, Ivy reached down between her breasts and pulled out an onyx colored lipstick tube from out of her generous cleavage. "This is a very potent concoction, Supergirl, and I think just the right strength to overwhelm that pesky Kryptonian DNA," Ivy explained, popping off the cap and exposing the deep black lipstick. Supergirl began to struggle again against the vines at the sight of the black death. "I don't think you understand, darling -- I don't just use this with any ol' foe; even Batman hasn't sampled it. Why even Harley, with all her immunities to my poisons I've given her wouldn't be able to stand up to this delight," Ivy mocked, raising the stick to catch the light and twist it in the air. "You should be honored." Kara desperately wished she had her heat vision; she would blast that tube right out of her hand and into oblivion. She didn't know what the make-up could do to her, but whatever it could do was bad. "Perhaps a demonstration is in order, so you can appreciate my work -- goddess knows you wont be of sound mind in order to comprehend it soon," Ivy explained. She leaned in close, just out of Supergirl's reach, and puckered out her full lips teasingly. Slowly she applied the dark lipstick, coating her lips in the blackness. With a mocking smack of her lips, Ivy capped the tube and secured it back between her breasts. Contrary to Supergirl's guess, Ivy didn't kiss her right then. Instead, Ivy turned and approached the buxom blonde behind her. "This mix isn't too different from my other flavors, mind you," Ivy started, standing opposite of a confused Harley now and caressing her exposed shoulders as she spoke to Supergirl. "Unlike the others that just bend people to my will, this kiss will strengthen the pleasure center of the brain, increase blood flow to the pelvic area, and, of course, bend anyone to my will. You will be hopelessly bound to the first person you see after the kiss, me!" Ivy exclaimed, then turning her attention back to Harley. "This aint gonna hurt, right, Red?" Harley cutely asked. "Far from it, Harl'," Ivy reassured, stroking the blonde hair from Quinn's face. "In fact you'll be head over heels in love with it." With that, Ivy dove in, pressing her full lips against Harley's plump tiers. The effects seemed immediate judging by Harley's reaction. Black veins quickly appeared and subsided on Harley, branching out from her lips to her cheeks. Once they faded, Harley became lost in the kiss, begging for more just as Ivy pulled away. Her baby blues opened and instantly she locked in on Ivy. "Oh wow...Oh WOW!" Harley blasted, eyes wide and smile even wider. "I've never felt like this before, Red! I can't believe...oh wow! I haven't felt this way since I met Mistah J! Oh momma!" Harley yelled before diving head first into Ivy's cleavage, smothering her face in the swelled green flesh and began to suckle at the skin immediately. As Harley gorged herself on Ivy's tit flesh, Pamela turned her attention back to a shocked Supergirl. "Contrary to popular opinion, Harley and I have never been an item. Try as I might she just could get over her infatuation with the Joker. But now, thanks to that one little kiss, she's all mine," Ivy explained with such menace in her voice. "The only way she'll ever have pleasure again is to sexually please me in any way I want." "You monster!" Kara shouted, lunging from her vine binds again in hopes of, just maybe, breaking free so she could teach Ivy a lesson. "She was your friend! You've taken her free will!" "You're overreacting, Supergirl," Ivy replied, petting Harley's sweet head and then pushing her down, directing her to her crotch. "It's only temporary. As potent as my chemicals are, the human brain, for all its faults, is very resilient when it comes to free will," she explained. As she spoke, she ran her hands down her body, across the leafy corset, and as her hands passed the leaves fell away, revealing her nude green body to Harley so she could once more dive her head into Ivy, this time aimed at her throbbing heat. "You, on the other hand, I'll make sure to give you daily doses of my kiss to keep you under my heel. Oh I can't wait!" Ivy exclaimed. "My own personal Supergirl. Harley and I make a good team, mind you, but a Kryptonian on our side would make us unstoppable. Furthermore- ooh..." Ivy interrupted herself as Harley managed to elicit a moan from the green beauty. "Harley, my word, had I known you were so skilled in the oral arts, oooh, I would have done this soo-OOO-oner. You make sure to pay attention, Supergirl -- you're soon to share her fate." Kara did her best to look away, alarmed by the scene in front of her. However, she couldn't help but steal a few peeks at the scene, and soon she was watching intently. Maybe it was left over chemicals from Ivy's kiss earlier, or maybe it was Kara's arousal brought on by her shower with Bruce, she didn't know; she did know that she didn't completely hate what she was watching. Ivy and Harley were obviously enjoying the situation as well. As Harley worked, Pamela threw her head back and clamped a hand on the back of Harley's head, keeping her securely attached to her pussy. After running her fingers through her red hair, Ivy took a handful of her breast and massaged vigorously, pinching her nipples. Harley was having a fabulous time as well. Her mouth move masterfully against her friend's lips, and her tongue delved deep and explored fully her pink folds. On all fours, Quinn showed off her arse to Kara, unknowingly, shaking it side to side as her inner thighs got wet and glistened. Hands picked up from the ground and reached around to grip Ivy's toned ass, massaging it as Ivy massaged her breasts. Kara watched in wonder as the villainesses seemed to completely forget about her, lost with each other, and soon becoming wracked with orgasms. After tasting Ivy's juices, Harley looked up with a happy grin, licking her lips and noted "tastes like maple syrup." Whether that was true or not Kara didn't know, but with Ivy she wouldn't doubt it. Through divine intervention, Ivy and Harley continued to ignore Kara, giving her more time to try and formulate a plan -- but the time was spent watching the two continue their sexual activities. Poison Ivy brought Harley to her feet with a gentle guiding hand. The gentle went out the window fast as they locked lips once more. Breasts pressed against one another, creating nearly 80 inches of fantastic tit flesh. Thighs rubbed together gently as they lifted their legs just a bit between each other's thighs. Kara's mouth watered at the long kiss, secretly wishing she could get in on that action. Harley let out a squeak as suddenly she felt herself being moved off the ground. While they were kissing, Ivy summoned a large leaf to emerge from the darkness behind them and act as a bed. While Kara felt invisible, Ivy hadn't forgotten her and directed the leaf with the two lovers towards the bound heroine, to give her a better view of the show. Supergirl watched in awe as the newly joined lovers ground into one another, hands roaming flesh and bodies doing all they could to merge as one. Now Kara was leaning forward in hopes of joining the two lovers, not fight them. Green eyes popped open and caught Kara's blues roaming over Ivy's curves. With a mischievous smile on her grey lips, Ivy sadly broke the kiss with Harley and began her descent down her form. Now it was her turn to sample the firm melons of her partner. Harley sung out in a chorus of moans and squeals as Ivy sucked and stroked her tits, making sure to cover every inch in kisses and touch every inch with passion. Her head lolled back and eyes fluttered open to catch an upside down Supergirl. Her lips parted and head reached out just barely to try and get a taste of the girl's thighs, but to no avail. Knowing body language as well as her native tongue, Ivy sensed Harley's desire and motioned for the plant to lower the girl slightly, and reach a vine down to lift up her already short black dress. Not once did she break concentration on Harley, still feasting on her bountiful chest and now dipping two digits into her sopping wet snatch. There was no time for Kara to react to the movement, and soon the eager crimson lips of Harley Quinn met with her quivering folds. Kara knew this was wrong, everything about it pointed to this being the end of her, but she was damned if she wasn't going to ride it out into oblivion. The clown girl was masterful with her exploration of the heroine's nether region, delving her tongue into the woman and massaging the pink lips with her red ones. Ivy grinned at the two blondes pleasuring each other, and saw now as the perfect time to finally bring Kara over to her side. Though she didn't appear to be fighting off Harley's advances, Ivy didn't want the mood to be spoiled by sudden resistance. A soft slurp sounded as green fingers departed from pink lips. Poison Ivy crawled over Harley, remaining on the bed-sized leaf, and knelt near Kara and over the feasting Harley. The girl's lips parted already, Ivy treated her to a taste of her ally's juices, swirling her fingers in her mouth and letting her tongue roll over her digits. Properly cleaned off, Ivy began her approach. Her soft lips parted in anticipation of gaining an ally more powerful than anyone on earth and beyond. Ivy's darkened lips pressed hard against Kara's bright tiers, the lipstick beginning its work on the heroine's mind immediately. Ivy kissed her so hard some of the lipstick smeared onto Kara's lips. Supergirl's eyes were closed throughout the kiss and long after, so she didn't see the events that happened next. So lost in the moment, savoring the pleasure it has brought her, Kara kept her eyes softly closed as noise rang throughout the warehouse. When she opened her lids, there stood her mentor and friend Wonder Woman, who stood over two freshly incapacitated villains. With panicked and furious breath, Diana rushed over to Kara and yanked her off of the vines. "It's okay now, Kara, I've got you," the raven-haired Amazon reassured. But for Kara, it was too late. The chemical-laced lipstick, still wet on her lips, had worked its magic and Kara was immediately drawn the first person she saw -- Wonder Woman. She moved quickly, taking the tall woman by surprise and locked lips with her. Whether it was due to Kara's speed or being taken back by the action, Diana didn't know how to respond. By the time it registered in her head what had happened, and what she should do, it was too late. The remaining lipstick on Kara's lips had pressed against Wonder Woman's and so the chemical concoction got another test run. Adrenaline was already surging throughout Diana's veins from the hunt and fight prior to the kiss, and now lust mixed with it all and once she locked eyes with Kara she could think of nothing else than to work out the sexual energy with her. Kara kept herself pinned to Wonder Woman, her firm young breasts dwarfed by the intimidating globes of her lover. Their shared movements were wild and untamed. Clothing was torn off, armor was unclasped and let to drop with a forgotten clang. Supple flesh and generous curves mixed as the two found themselves entangled on the dirty floor, but they didn't care. Supergirl was in a daze over Wonder Woman's movements. They were tender and loving and yet fierce and commanding. She knew what she wanted and just now to take it and treat it, and Kara was all to willing to surrender to her mentor. The nude Amazon tasted every inch of flesh the blonde hero offered up to her. The fine definitions of her toned body were treated to the softest of traces. Supergirl's breasts were cupped fully and treated just as they should be -- like fine forbidden fruit. The smell of her sex was rich in the air, far more than her own, and saw it only fitting that she be relieved before herself. Tanned thighs locked around the dark-haired head, holding nothing back as she knew Wonder Woman could take it. Kara had never been treated like this. Past lovers had certainly tried, but none had the level of skill that Diana was demonstrating. Just as she thought of some itch that need scratching, Wonder Woman was there, solving her crisis. She only hoped she could return the favor with the same level of skill. Kara was finally granted the opportunity after Diana brought her student to an orgasm that seemed to last an life time. Without needing to be asked, Kara set sail upon Diana's body, exploring it as hers had been earlier. Supergirl couldn't help but admire every aspect of Wonder Woman's body. While her own was quite a sight, she was still very much a girl, where as Wonder Woman was, well, a woman. Every curve was at its peak of development, at the height of perfection. Dark brown nipples stood proudly from the center of her impossibly perky and large breasts. They both really enjoyed when Kara pressed their breasts together, rubbing the two pairs together to brush nipple against nipple. Wonder Woman found herself needing to remind Kara of the favor she had to repay. Thin fingers dipped into her own sex and worked themselves around for several seconds, coating themselves in the sticky fluid. Next they found their way to Kara's lips, pressing for entrance and being granted it, letting her tongue wash over the digits to clean them and remind her of what she needed to do. Sparing not another second, Kara worked her way down between Diana's thighs, touring every part of her tight and toned stomach as she went. While her level of oral skill was not as high as Diana's, what she lacked in it she made up for in persistence, and the addition of using her fingers -- when her hands were occupied with cupping Diana's pillowy globes. While she had never been with a woman before, Supergirl picked up what she needed to know fast. She just did to Diana what she would want done to herself. The two carried on with their escapades for some time, trying out every position they could think of. Wonder Woman ground her pussy into Supergirl's face, then found herself licking the girl's folds as Kara pressed her firm ass against her. Legs locked as pussies rubbed furiously against each other. Breasts were massaged, thighs were rubbed, asses were spanked. The two super heroines worked through the serum for as long as they could before they fell to exhaustion. When they awoke, Poison Ivy and Harley were gone, no doubt with some dirt on the two -- now seen interlocked and naked as they slept. Still in a daze, Kara and Diana tried to figure out what to make of what happened. "Wow...that was some lipstick Ivy used..." Kara noted with a slight chuckle in attempt to add some levity to the awkward morning. "I'm not so sure it was all the lipstick, Kara," Diana noted without delay. Kara looked away embarrassed, cheeks flushed. Her chin was gently held by Diana and her head turned towards her. "Don't deny it, Kara. The serum, while strong, wasn't strong enough to hold us for that long. A lot of pent up feelings came out yesterday." Kara couldn't deny it, she had felt the pull of the lipstick fade half way through their love-making, and yet neither of them stopped. She didn't want to stop. She had finally found what she had been looking for. A lover with the gentle touch and the strength to handle her more furious of sexual wants. Once more they found themselves in a kiss, this one more gentle than the others. Kara was finally sated, and relieved such a pressure would not build up again so long as she had Diana. Her wonder woman. Super Shave Let me get the family lineage out of the way so you can understand this story to its fullest. My name is Harry. I was raised in a close, loving family atmosphere over a period of nineteen years. My dad, John, has a younger brother, Raymond, who is married to my Aunt Ellen. My Aunt Ellen's younger sister, Roxanne, brings us to the heart of this episode. This all happened this past summer while I was at home between my sophomore and junior years at State University. It was Sunday morning, and I thought I was all alone in my parent's large two-story colonial house. That's why the bathroom door was open. I was preparing to shave when I noticed out of the corner of my eye a shadowy figure appear in the doorway. Not being a person to alarm easily, I calmly turned to see what had darkened the doorway. As my eyes focused on the intruder, I saw that the shadowy figure had transformed into the image of my foxy young aunt, Roxanne. She was clad in a clinging, floor-length robe made of some shimmering fabric that added unnecessarily to her goddess-like frame. I had completely forgotten that she was spending the weekend with us while she visited the rest of her family here in town. She did this frequently, however, this was the first time she and I were left alone in the big house. As I slowly scanned her loveliness I recalled some of the stories I had overheard while eavesdropping on hush-hush conversations at some of our family gatherings. It seems that she was alleged to have shared intimate times with both my father and with Uncle Ray. My first instinct was to consider these stories as gossip. Why on Earth would a woman as pretty as Roxanne resort to hanky-panky with her own kin? With her looks she could pick and choose among the many hard legs chasing after her constantly. "Good morning, Harry," purred the sultry voice that I had come to associate with Roxanne. "What 'cha doing?" "I was about to shave and shower," I stammered, "but if you need the bathroom . . ." "Harry," she interrupted, "there are four bathrooms in this barn." "Oh, yeah," I mumbled not having anything else stupid to say. "I heard movement down in this direction, so I decided to come investigate. Okay?" "Sure. I just thought I was alone," I said timidly pointing to the open door. "Disappointed?" she asked demurely. "Not at all," I said quickly. "Glad to have the company." "Mind if I watch?" She paused briefly before adding, "Or would you like for me to shave you?" "Do what?" I blurted out the question in surprise. "Shave you," she answered in a calm voice. "You wouldn't be the first man I've shaved, you know." "O . . Okay," I stammered at a loss for anything else to say. She placed her long, slender fingers under the hot shave cream dispenser and collected an ample amount of the warm lather. Then she began to gently smooth the white goo on my cheeks and neck. She was standing closer now, and I could feel the warmth of her body radiating through her thin shiny robe. "Feel good?" she asked. I didn't know whether she was inquiring about the warm lather she was applying to my face, or about her warm body so near mine. I answered yes knowing I was honest regardless of what she meant. "I can do much better, Harry," she teased, "if you would turn and face me while I do my job." Her smile made me weak in the knees, but her nearness was causing another part of my anatomy to stiffen up. When she raised the safety razor to begin her chore the motion caused her to move closer and touch my body along my right side. This contact made my erection spring to life. My cock burst through the fly of my pajama bottoms and gaze about the room. "Oh my, Harry," Roxanne exclaimed, "I think you're getting excited. Very excited, indeed." "Anytime a sexy woman rubs up against me the same thing happens. No telling what would happen if you weren't wearing that robe," I continued. "Let's find out," she murmured and shed her shimmering bathrobe with a very practiced move. As her garment fell to the floor, my erection rose toward the ceiling. "Harry," she whispered as she leaned against my excitement, "we're going to have to do something about your situation before I can continue as a barber, don't you think? "Oh yes," I sighed as I watched her drop to her knees in front of me. She caught the elastic band of my pajama bottoms on the way down, and tugged them to the floor. Without further ado, she clutched my aching shaft in her hand and covered the head with her mouth. She held her mouth in place momentarily as she massaged my balls. Then she began to move her mouth up and down the barrel of my cock. It wasn't long until this heavenly creature brought me to a rapturous climax. My balls were jumping in their sack, and my cock was bucking in her mouth. Surprisingly to me, she remained engaged until my orgasm had subsided. I wanted to drop to my knees and take her naked body in my arms. "Easy boy," she said softly. "We don't want the shaving cream to mix with yours now, do we?" "I guess not," I said meekly as we rose to our feet, "but you can forget the shave if you want to." "A deal is a deals, mister," she said as she picked up the razor as though nothing had happened. "You play with these while I finish my job. Okay?" With that she moved my hands to her breasts, and lifted hers to my face where she began shaving as deftly as if it were I doing the chore myself. We were standing flat-footed facing each other, which put our crotches at the same level. Roxanne was slowly grinding her pussy against my crotch as she went about shaving my face. I was caressing her lovely breasts and massaging her quickly hardening nipples. Life is good. All too soon my shave was over. Roxanne reached around my body and rinsed the razor clean. She moved away from my body, took my arms by the wrist and tugged them away from her breasts. "It's your turn, Lover," she said in a coquettish manner as she spread her legs enough to show her recently shaved crotch. "Crank up the lather machine and do me tenderly." With that she hiked her butt up on the vanity top and leaned her shoulders snugly into the corner of the wall. She spread her legs revealing her entire crotch, pussy and all, and smiled. "Please." I couldn't turn down an invitation like that. I fumbled with the lather machine until I finally managed to fill my hand with the warm foam. This was a first for me, so I was venturing forth into virgin territory, so to speak. "I'm sure you have never shaved a pussy before, Harry," she said tenderly, "but tell me honestly if you have ever had oral sex with a woman before." "Well, I've tried a couple of times, but I don't think I was very good at it." "Fair enough," Roxanne said. "I'll show you what to do. Before you spread that lather all over my crotch I would like for you to bend down and kiss my pussy. Here, I'll spread my lips." I leaned forward cautiously in total awe. This was the first time I had ever had the opportunity, or nerve, to look directly at a woman's vagina let alone kiss it. On a dare back on campus I had rubbed my face in a couple of hairy co-ed crotches, but I had never been involved with anything like this. "Kiss it, Harry," she cooed, "I know you will like it." She was right. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against her parted vulva. Roxanne flinched at my touch, but immediately she placed her hands on my head and pressed gently. "Lick it, Harry. Lick it several times." I did as she asked, and soon found she was right as usual. I did like it. I was lapping her vaginal hole like a puppy drinking water. She was wiggling and giggling. I licked faster and harder. She responded in kind. "Easy, baby," she said between labored breaths, "let's not forget the shave. Where's the goo?" I had forgotten all about the lather. When I looked at my hand I discovered that more than half of the cream was gone. Then I saw big streaks of the white stuff on Roxanne's buttocks and thigh. I must have grabbed her there during my excitement while kissing her pussy. Oh well. There's plenty more where that came from. With a fresh supply of lather, I returned to this new valley that I had discovered. Roxanne helped me spread the foam generously between her legs from her navel to her asshole. Then my trembling hands brought forth the safety razor. "Relax, Harry," she coaxed, "from my navel to my pussy is just like shaving your cheeks. You have to be more careful when you get down around my pussy." I went after my task with more assurance now. In fact, it wasn't long until I was really enjoying my work. While I was very gingerly shaving around her pussy, she pointed out her clitoris, and explained that that little nub was the most sensitive external part of her genitalia. She also told me that the clitoris was the most important part of female oral sex. When I completed shaving her crotch she suggested I make sure I didn't leave any rough spots. It was her idea to do this examination with my tongue, and I did. "Think you can eat a pussy properly now, young man?" she asked in a motherly tone. "Yeah," I said panting, "I think so." I was still standing between her legs looking down at her freshly shaven womanhood. "Show me," she commanded in a feisty tone. "Make me squeal." There was still shaving cream smeared all over her crotch when I knelt between her legs. Once again she spread her lips, and this time I did not hesitate. I pressed my face against her pussy and buried my tongue as deep as it would go. She moaned passionately and draped her legs over my shoulders. It wasn't long until she reminded me about her clitoris. "Suck on my clit, Harry." She panted heavily as she spoke. "And use your first two fingers to massage my hole. Oooh, yeah, that's the way." When I sucked her clitoris into my mouth I realized she was telling me the truth about this little nub. She went wild with pleasure at my first touch, and continued to pump and grind against my face until eventually she let out the squeal I was looking for. She had both hands full of my hair, and she was tugging me deeper into her valley. It was then that I noticed how wet her pussy had become. I felt juices oozing out of her hole, over my chin, and down to the vanity top. Her action was ebbing, and her moans and sighs were taking charge. "I don't care what anybody tells you, Harry. You are one good pussy-eater." She untangled her legs from over my shoulders, and gently push me away from her crotch. "Just as I suspected," she declared. "Look at that cock, will you?" I was at full mast once again, and I honestly believe that Roxanne was more thrilled about the situation than I was. She was sitting upright now, and she reached out and fondled my proud pecker. "You know how to operate this machine now, don't you?" She was smiling at me again, but behind the twinkle in her eyes was a very serious message. She wanted my cock. Her last orgasm was probably still quaking through her body, but there was little doubt in my mind that she was ready to go again. As I was frantically trying to decide what to do next, Roxanne took charge once again. She lowered the ring on the toilet. "Sit," she ordered, and I obeyed. She straddled my legs and moved closer. "Play with my titties some, and you will have a smoother trip in when you start." She wiggled her boobs in front of my face, and braced herself by placing her hands on my shoulders. I cupped her left breast with both hands. Her pretty pink nipple was directly in front of my mouth so I indulged. She moaned and my prick got harder. When I switched to her right breasts she acknowledge the move with another soft moan. "Put it in me, Harry," she whispered as she began to lower her crotch to my lap. "I want to go all the way on the first try." Her heavy breathing gave away her arousal. She was still coming down. I tried desperately to guide my rod into her hole, and at the same time maintain constant contact with the tit I had in my mouth. I felt the head of my dick touch the mouth of her vagina. It was wet, warm and slick. Entry was almost effortless. I felt like a seasoned professional. Every inch of my cock was buried in her pussy, and I could swear she was massaging it with her obviously well trained muscles. Her breast were hanging elegantly just above my nose so I had no choice but to reach out and draw her nipple into my mouth. I began to nurse on it like an infant child perhaps with a little more vigor. She cradled my head in both hands, and began to rise and fall on my throbbing shaft. Much to my surprise my cock grew and my nursing became more intense. I was losing control. Roxanne had to switch my mouth from one tit to the other, but I did participate by rising to meet her lovely ass each time she lowered her body on my cock. I was gripping her hips in order to rise to the occasion, but not enough to hinder her motion in the least. Never had a woman of this caliber paid such rousing attention to me. I just knew that anytime now I would wake up from this dream finding myself sitting on the toilet and feeling foolish. I was brought back to reality by her panting voice speaking softly yet with undeniable urgency. "Harry," she huffed, "I'm going to come any minute now. Please try to have your orgasm at the same time. It's so much better when we climax simultaneously, don't you think?" "You bet," I grunted in reply. "I'm on the verge - just say when and I'll put more cream in you pussy than I did on it earlier." She laughed a hearty laugh. "I dare you," she taunted. "Oh - oh - oh Harry, here I come," she cried. Her crotch pounded against mine, and I would have sworn my cock head was reaching her navel with each plunge. Needless to say I kept my word. When I felt her body bucking against mine, and her vagina sucking my throbbing cock, I had neither choice nor desire to hold back my orgasm. I gushed three or four times and continued to spurt smaller deposits until my weapon emptied its chambers. Roxanne had completed her orgasm with animated splendor. She had nearly knocked my not so little ass off the toilet seat with her antics, and was now smothering my mouth with passionate kisses the likes of which I had never before experienced. I never realized a woman's tongue could have such an effect on another person. For a moment I thought I might have another orgasm, but then it occurred to me that it was biologically impossible for me to accomplish such a deed. My balls must look like raisins about now. She broke away from my mouth gasping for air. "Harry, Harry, Harry," she managed after a few seconds. "You certainly rang my chimes, Lover. I'll bet my pussy is smiling from thigh to thigh." She sat straddling my legs for a while until she had mustered up enough energy to rise. At the same time, my cock was gradually with reluctance withdrawing from her valley of finery. She stood erect before me, and we both had to laugh out loud. The shaving cream that was left from my shave and from hers was now smeared from her mouth to her crotch, as it was to mine. She cut a rather provocative figure but-assed naked even with the camouflage. She bent forward and playfully flipped my very limp pecker. "I hope I didn't break it." "Not a chance," I boasted. "I'll be as good as new . . . no better than new . . . before you know it." "I certainly hope so," she said winking at me. "Now give me a shower, Big Guy," and she leaned over and turned on the water in the tub. Before I realized what I was doing, I leaned over and kissed her on the buttock. "Thank you," she smiled engagingly as she stepped under the steaming spray from the shower. Naturally, I followed. Roxanne immediately lathered the bath sponge, and began soaping my body. I didn't have a sponge, but I did the same to her body. "Roxanne," I asked cautiously, "were you serious when you said how much you enjoyed what we did?" "Harry, my love," she sighed lovingly, "you're a natural. You learned to eat pussy on the first try, and you definitely rang my dinner bell with your love muscle. Why do you ask?" "Well," I hesitated, and then, "I figure you've been with several grown men, and I'm just a kid in comparison. I was just wondering if I measured up." We had finished our shower so I turned off the water, and we stepped out on the mat. I patted her down with an oversized bath towel, and, naturally, I spent more time on some places than I did others. Then she took the towel. "Sweetheart," she said seriously, "it doesn't make sense to gauge or compare sex. If the match up is good then the sex is good." "Seriously." "I wouldn't lie about something like that, Harry." She watched me as I pulled on my pajama bottoms again. "For what it's worth, Big Guy," she said as she jiggled my limp dick, "you've got both your dad and your uncle Raymond beat by a long shot." I was still standing in the bathroom with my jaw on my chest as I heard the door to her bedroom close. Copyright ã TTP 2001 Twisted Tales Pressâ Incidentally, Roxanne lives in the same town where I attend classes. We see each other on occasion, and she teaches me a lot. I still shave twice when it is necessary. Super Siblings All characters over 18 ______________________ Let me tell you a little about my world. Me and my twin sister about six miles from the birthplace of the world's greatest hero. Well, that's what they call him, anyway, the 'Dashing Defender', the 'Stalwart Super', though he's mostly known as Crusader. He'd have taken Superman, but apparently that's copyrighted. Go figure. Yeah, my generation? Super powered. Well, some of us anyway. Sadly, not everyone can be a fucking flying brick. Knew a girl who could change the color of her hair at will. Fun at parties, not much use against burglars. And it's a crap-shoot exactly when these things manifest. Cock-sucking Crusader got his right about the time he left high school. Compliant little bitch, too, government loves him. So, right about now you'll wonder what I can do. Well, mine's fucked up. Anyone I touch, and by touch I mean skin contact anywhere, feels an instant rush of pleasure. Yeah, the sexual kind. The longer I touch them, the harder they cum. Too long and it'll probably kill you. Never had that happen, thankfully. How did I find out? Was visiting a friend of mine. His squeeze for the night opened the door, I shook her hand, and, well...she mentioned later shaking my hand was better than riding my buddy. Kinda funny, in hindsight. He came down, wondering what all the screaming was, and saw his girl convulsing on the floor in ecstasy. I told him what happened, asshole didn't think twice and shook my hand too. Yeah, you can imagine what happened. Not exactly a traumatic origin story, I know. But who was I gonna be? Orgasm-man? Defeated by keeping away? Now there's a recipe for success. Thankfully, my mom had more sense and actually listened to me when I got home. We called my sister first thing. Twins get the same power, you see, and immunity against each other. She wasn't as lucky. She'd been visiting dad, gave him a hug when he opened the door, cheek against his. Long story short, both had a long talk with a psychiatrist afterward. She wouldn't dare touch anyone else for a while after that, except me. Well, that sounds like fun, doesn't it? Can't touch anybody. Can't be touched. I was popular with the ladies for a while, but it gets a little old when they can't help me out. The time it would take to make me cum, they'd be dead. Which, as dying goes, isn't too bad I guess, but not exactly desirable. Sure, they could use gloves to jack me off, but damn if that doesn't take all the joy out of it. Full-body condom, tried it. Some people might find that sexy, not me. Eventually, I found a wife. I was 22. Kept her happy. With a little help from science, we got a son and daughter, also twins, that same year. She was determined to raise them as she was raised, meaning nudist. What can I say, I always fell for the stupid ones. Kidding. It meant I was always clothed head to toe, gloves on. Separate beds, 'cause I sure as hell wasn't gonna sleep like that all the time. I'd keep Kate, my wife, happy in bed of course. But I tell you, I sure missed the feeling of a nice tight pussy around my cock. Meanwhile, my sister lived alone. She couldn't handle too many people around her. Afraid she'd hurt them, accidentally or on purpose. Always had a bit of a temper; last year she tried to find a guy, damn near killed him when she found out he was sleeping around. Fucker actually liked it. We all lived close to each other, my parents, sister and me. Regular visits and such. Kate and my sister got along great. Best of friends, insofar as she allowed herself to befriend anyone. My parents even got into the nudist lifestyle, which was a bit surprising to us, but made visits a lot more relaxed. One day, my sister mentioned she'd love to join them, but was afraid to risk it, same as me. That night, after another turn of unsatisfying glove-hand, my wife said she had an idea. 'Why don't we send the kids over to your parents for a while? You, Sasha and me, the house all to ourselves...she doesn't need to worry about me.' 'She will. It's a great idea, but she still won't be comfortable enough. After that thing last year...' 'So the only one she'd get naked around is you?' 'Seems like it.' 'So go over to her place. Wait, no...our house is more private. I'll take the kids and go to her place for a day or two, she can stay here. Ben and Jane will love it, she's got that gigantic backyard. And you two can just hang out, catch up, get naked. Neither of you have to worry about a thing. You know you haven't talked to her much.' I had to agree, I had not been the best brother to her. Aside from the superficial stuff, we never talked about how we felt. Not to each other, anyway. 'I guess. If she wants to.' 'I'll call her in the morning.' Before she crawled into her bed, I made her cum a few more times. In the morning, like she said, Kate was on the phone for what felt like hours. Finally, she hung up. 'She said yes!', she chirped. I smiled. 'Great. When?' 'Over the weekend, so tomorrow. I'll tell the kids to pack up when they get home from school and we'll leave in the morning. She'll come over once we get there.' 'Okay then.', I said. 'You don't sound very enthusiastic, Harold.' 'Just a bit anxious, you know? Like you said, we haven't been close. We should be, considering...but it's my fault. I never took the time to talk to her. Just...always made sure I was okay and forgot about her.' Kate came in to hug me as close as she could. 'Dear...it wasn't easy on you, either. Two extroverts suddenly unable to touch anyone? It would fuck anybody up. I'm sure she doesn't blame you for anything. You shouldn't blame yourself.' I held her close, my hands on her face. I winced. 'These damn gloves...I just want to touch you, Kate. Feel your soft skin against me. Embrace you. And more...damn it all...' I cried. She couldn't even wipe away my tears. That night, she told our kids they were going to stay at their aunt's house for a few days. They were happy of course. They wondered why I couldn't come, but we just told them I had a busy time at work. They were 4 years old, they'll believe anything. Before they left Saturday morning, my wife took me aside. 'Honey, I know...', she trailed off. 'What?' 'You want sex. Real sex. Just- Well, your sister has needs too.' 'Wait, what?' 'Look, I know you're both immune to each other. You both are in desperate need of some actual, physical contact. You know that.' 'But-' 'Yes, she's your sister. But this a bit unique, isn't it? I just want you to know, if something happens...if you both want it to happen...' She looked me straight in the eyes. 'Please, just let it. I-I don't mind...I am okay with it.' 'I...I don't- I mean...I love you, I can't-' 'Yes, you can. You need it, she needs it. She's told me-you know we talk.' 'You haven't said this to her, have you?' 'No. Not yet.' 'Kate, no...', I resisted, though I know it was weak. Her suggestion had stirred things in me. Thoughts I never thought I'd have about Sasha. 'Honey, let me make you happy.' I sighed. 'I love you, Kate.' She smiled brightly. 'I love you, too.' About an hour later, I opened the door to find my beautiful sister standing there. I was wearing only shorts, and when Sasha walked in, she threw off her clothes before I'd even closed the door. When she was completely naked, she hugged me tight. No nervousness, no shyness about her body, she just threw her naked self at me. God, it felt good, just some physical contact. 'Hey Rolly.', she finally said. 'Hey Sassy.', I chuckled. Childhood nicknames. Her breasts against me, her naked crotch rubbing against my shorts. 'This feels nice.', she said, then let go after another moment. She pointed at my remaining piece of clothing. 'Get those off, silly.' Well, now that I finally could, they were off in seconds. She smiled as she saw my half-erect dick. 'Good.' 'Let's get in the backyard. Sun's out, we can do whatever you want.' 'Okay!' She practically skipped out the backdoor. I made us some drinks and joined her. She was lying in the deck-chair, I put the drinks on the table between us and lay down in the one next to her. She giggled, stood up, and pretty much lay down on top of me, forcing me to scoot over so we could lie, snuggled up against each other, on one chair. 'I didn't come here to avoid touching you, Rolly.', she chuckled. 'I know...I just, wanted to take it slow, you know? Didn't want to freak you out.' She looked me in the eyes. 'Why would you freak me out? The naked thing?' 'No, not that. We've both seen the rest of our family naked, this isn't any big deal.' 'Then what?' 'Well...I-I didn't know how close we were. I thought, maybe I alienated you. All these years, I've been so focused on me, I kinda lost sight of you. And I thought I messed it up. So I didn't want to force anything you weren't comfortable with.' 'Harold...' 'Just- I'm sorry, I should've been there for you.' 'Harold, stop. I love you, brother. It wasn't your fault we got this...power. You had your life to live. I had mine. Yeah, I was angry once...when you met Kate. Why you and not me? But I got past it. I never learned to deal with this-', she took my hand in hers, '-as I should have. Maybe you were there for me, maybe you weren't. I never took the time to look up and see. I don't blame you.' Neither of us said anything more. We just held each other close and enjoyed the sun. Eventually, we both fell asleep. When I woke up she was gone. I stood up and walked inside and found her on the couch in the living room. The tv was on, though she wasn't watching. The magazine in her hand demanded her attention. She smiled brightly when I entered the room, then giggled. I looked down and saw that I sported quite the morning wood. 'Good dreams?' 'Heh...I guess...sorry...' She motioned for me to sit next to her. 'Don't be. It's been too long since I saw one in real life.' She threw the magazine on the coffee table as I sat down, then rested her head on my shoulder. Her right hand traced the inside of my thigh. Mine slowly moved down from her shoulder, inching closer to her breasts. 'Kate talked to you, didn't she?', I said. 'Yes...' 'Mmm...I- I love sex, Rolly. Always did. I know you did, too. Now, with this? I'm constantly horny...' 'I know...god, do I know what you mean...' 'And your hand isn't any more satisfying than mine, I bet.' 'No. Jesus, I know this isn't normal, but-' 'We aren't normal.' 'Sassy, I love you. I want this. I need this.' 'I love you, too Rolly. I need this, too.' She cupped my balls with her naked hand. I grabbed her tit, squeezed it. 'Mmm...a hard cock that I can touch...too long ago...' I felt her small hand grip the base of my shaft and slowly jerk upwards. My own hand strayed down her back, between her legs. I slipped two fingers into her wet pussy. She squealed in delight. 'Oooooh god....yessss....' My sister kissed my shaft, dragging her tong up to the tip, then down again. 'Mmmmm, please, Sassy...would you suck me off?' 'With pleasure, brother mine....just....keep...your fingers...busy.' I couldn't help but moan as I felt my cock enter her mouth. It had been years since I'd had a blowjob, but this beat the memory of them all. Neither of us were going to last long, having gone so long without. But we didn't care. Soon, I felt her coming on my fingers. Her mouth never left my cock as she did. Moments later, I groaned. 'I'm gonna cum, Sassy...ooooh...Jesus...' She kept sucking, draining my balls into her mouth. Streams after stream of my seed shot down her throat. My sister swallowed it all. I never even went soft. I'd forgotten how good this felt. Naked, intimate skin together in pleasure. 'Wow...', she said. 'Yeah...that was...' 'Great...fantastic, even. You came so much.' 'Well, been a while since I got a blowjob. My god.' 'Your fingers were nice, too. And you're still hard as a rock.' 'What can I say?', I slipped my fingers inside her again, making her moan softly, 'There's finally a wet pussy around I can fuck.' She smiled and looked at me. 'Is that what's gonna happen?' 'Don't you want to?' 'Yes...I just want to hear it...tell me....' 'I'm going to fuck you...Sassy.' She grinned, sat up, facing me, her legs spread over my cock. I grabbed her hips and lowered her down, never once losing eye contact. In a moment, she was completely impaled on my dick. Soft moans escaped us both. 'Holy-.....you're so tight...' She leaned down, kissing my cheek. She whispered in my ear: 'And you feel so fucking good inside me...fuck me, Rolly. Please.' I started slowly bucking my hips. I was fucking. It had been about 8 years. No words can describe the joy, the bliss, for either of us to finally have this again. It was slow and tender at first, until she started moving her hips, too. It surprised me how long I lasted inside her, even after that blowjob. But when I felt her muscles contracting around my cock I knew it wouldn't be long. 'Cum...let's....oooooh.....let's cum together....' I held out as long as I could, until I heard her moan and clutch me tight. I bucked my hips hard, pushing deep inside her and letting go. It felt like every last drop of sperm I had left I launched in my sister's pussy. 'Yesssss! Mmmmmm....so....good......ooooooh....so full....' I could only grunt in reply, bucking my hips again and again, riding through my orgasm. Neither of us had even considered condoms. We didn't care in the heat of the moment. Frankly, I still didn't really. 'Sasha...I just came in you.' She smiled and kissed me. 'Yes, you did. Quite a lot, in fact.', she giggled. 'I, uh- we didn't use protection...' Her eyes flickered a bit, she gazed down at my cock, shrinking inside her, then looked at me again. 'I know...I don't care.' 'No regrets?' 'None. And I want more. I want everything...I've- We've spent 8 years without and now we can do it all.' 'Well, we do have the whole weekend.' She climbed off me. 'Good. But first, lunch. Kinda hungry now.' 'Heh. You go shower, I'll make some. Needless to say, my wife's idea had made me a happy man that weekend. But more on that another time, perhaps.