3 comments/ 15002 views/ 5 favorites Super Girls Vol. 01 By: supergals Authors Note: This is my first story for Literotica. I already have several written but will see how this is received before submitting any more. This is fairly straightforward and contains no 'serious' content - rape, BDSM etc. and is just intended as a bit of fun. All characters are invented by me (although the situation is not) and this story is not for profit. All characters are over 20 years old. * Part One Deepsix is six and a half feet tall. Her skin is a light sky blue that remains the same shade even on the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet, somewhat lighter than the deep blue of her eyes. She is slim and lithely muscled but rounded at the hips and her large but firm breasts that bounce lightly as she moves. Her legs are sleekly muscled and long. Deepsix's hair is naturally white and customarily tied in a long ponytail that hangs down to just above the cleft of her buttocks. She dresses in the traditional skin tight outfit of the hero which is coloured white. The upper part is a crop-top with a deep neckline that covers her shoulders and sweeps down to her gauntleted hands. Below Deepsix's bare belly the sheer material hugs her hips leaving a shallow 'v' that exposes the top of her buttock cleft and continues down in wide strips that leave exposed patches of blue skin and finishes in flared boots that come up to mid shin. Deepsix wears a white domino mask over her eyes. Parabella is six foot four. Her skin is milky white as is her hair (which is put up in two bunches) and her eyes have no pupils or irises, glowing a luminous blue. Her firm body is athletic and taut except for her jutting, proud breasts that strain the material of her top and her legs are long. Parabella's clothing is mostly black, her crop top starts just below her clavicle and finishes at the lower curve of her pale breasts leaving her shoulders and arms bare. Below she wears a pair of skin-tight cycle style shorts that hug the curves of her firm hips. Around her waist there is a belt of metallic segments of blue and black. Parabella wears thigh-high boots that are black at the top, fading into a deep blue as they progress down toward her feet. She wears a holographic targeting system of white light over one eye. Both have pointed lobe less ears and carry just enough body fat to soften the outlines of the muscles of their well trained bodies. Both carry themselves well, years of martial training and enhanced abilities giving the two a natural grace and poise that sets them apart from most. The ruined cityscape trembled as explosions tore through it, smart munitions taking chunks out of the skyscrapers and filling the streets and parks with rubble and burnt shrapnel. Overhead dark clouds roiled with the forces being unleashed in the streets below and the occasional menacing attack craft risking breaking cover in an attempt to gain the higher ground. The battle was fiercest at the centre of the city, in an open space once filled with trees and fountains but now occupied with shattered debris and twisted support beams, where dark armoured enemy figures swarmed around two figures in a concentrated effort to bring them down. Deepsix's chest heaved as she drew breath to deliver another massive sonic blast at the gathering group of Council soldiers who were trying to get into position to deploy their missile launchers. With an ear rending shriek the ground before them detonated, driving those still living back into cover. Fists clenched, she turned to Parabella. "How long until the pick-up Bella? I think I see mechs coming up and I do not want to deal with much more today!" She ducked back as rail gun flechettes struck chips off the shattered concrete fountain next to her, the shrapnel tearing at her already ripped costume. Parabella checked the HUD on her targeting reticule as she suppressed a stealthy group of soldiers with a burst from her huge multi gun. With a wry grin she looked over to her comrade. "Any second now," she shouted over the noise of the battle. "Just hold 'em off for another minute and we're outta here!" Bringing the gun to her shoulder, the young superhero took out an enemy spotter on a distant rooftop with a precise shot to the head. "I hope the info we got is worth all this effort, I don't think I've seen this many Council ever!" With a twist of her slim waist, Parabella sent a grenade through a fist sized hole in a nearby building, bringing down the roof on the unlucky troops inside. The battle continued as scores of enemies sought to overrun the two heroes position but were constantly brought down by fusillades of sonic blasts and munitions. Tendons stood out on Deepsix's neck as she drew on every ounce of her power and sweat beaded her sky blue skin as she filled the air with sonic energy that shattered whatever it contacted. Parabella braced herself against the recoil of her gun as the barrel-flash lit the immediate area, smudges of soot and concrete dust darkening her pale skin. "I got the signal Deep, get ready!" she cried, hearing a message from her earpiece. "Get close, the TP's gonna be working at extreme range!" Deepsix stepped back until she felt Parabella's shoulders against her own, their buttocks pressing together as a missile flashed past close enough to touch. Snatching her targeting drone from the air, the pale skinned girl turned and letting her gun rest in one arm clasped Deepsix around her firm waist with the other, feeling her breasts press against her friends smoothly muscled back. "Here we go!" Deepsix knew that the two had to be as close as possible for the long-range teleport so she reached behind her with both gauntleted hands and clasped Parabella's hips, making her chest just forward a little more. Just as she felt the tingle and saw the glimmers of crimson light of the matter transport beam locking on Deepsix saw a sniper a hundred meters away, drawing a bead on them with a bulky, elaborate rile. Knowing that it was too late to do anything about it she just hoped that any shot would hit her and not her friend. There was a blaze of light and a roar as if the whole city had collapsed into the depths of the earth. All sensation of up or down was lost and there was an impression of vast landscapes flying past, too swift to take in. With a jolt, normal reality returned. The two collapsed to their knees, Parabella still clasping Deepsix to her. "We made it!" Deepsix gasped, looking around at their surroundings. They were in what seemed to be a hallway of a large house, maybe a mansion, richly decorated with dark patterned carpets and wood panelled walls. There were portraits and landscape paintings on the walls and small tables held sculptures and other tastefully arranged artistic objects, above them was a large crystal chandelier and a sweeping staircase rose off to their right. "I know this place; it is a safe house in Croatoa." She grinned,"Again we win! I might just take some downtime here." The Deepsix became aware that Parabella was still holding onto her and felt the other girls head resting on the back of her shoulder. "I don't feel so good Deep." Shuffling around Deepsix looked at the other hero. Parabella appeared fine, a little grimy and with a few small grazes on her unnaturally tough skin but her multi gun lay discarded on the ground and Deepsix knew that her friend would never willingly let that happen. Deepsix took her by the arms and looked her in the eye, "What is the matter?" "I feel odd, tired," Parabella said, her chin drooping slightly. "I think I got hit by something just as we left." "Let me check you," the blue skinned girl ordered, "Stand up." With a noticeable effort Parabella stood and held herself upright as her friend checked her over. Not used to medical matters but concerned the others safety, Deepsix examined the pale girl closely. "Can you feel any wound?" She asked. "No." Worried now by her friends unusual apathy the taller girl checked for blood or any other signs of injury, running her hands over Parabella's arms and down her sides. "Hold on, what's this?" muttered Deepsix. She saw a tiny mark on the girl's pale thigh. Could the sniper have hit that part of her? she wondered. Crouching down, Deepsix pulled off her gauntlets and placed her hand on the wound. "There's something here Bella. Hang on and I will get you too a room with a med analysis kit, these places are always well stocked. Get your arm over my shoulders." Deepsix helped her friend up the stairs and along a well appointed corridor until they got to one of the safe houses bedrooms, a space with a four poster bed and antique furniture of a grand style. Parabella's condition worried her. The girl was so quiet, most unlike her usual self, and if Deepsix was not mistaken she was running a temperature. After placing the girl on the large bed and propping her up with some pillows, Deepsix hurried to the large dressing table. Activating a hidden control caused a tray full of sophisticated looking devices to rise from the wooden surface. Another control caused the mirror to shimmer and reveal the image of one of her contacts in Atlas Park. "Deepsix, you were successful then?" "Yes but we have a possible medical emergency here," said the worried heroine. "Hold on while I get some readings," she continued, fitting an earpiece from the tray and picking up a medical module. Parabella was not worried. Instead she felt...tired, oddly warm, almost too comfortable. In a kind of dreamy haze she watched Deepsix hurry over to her and press the module against the tiny wound on her thigh. "Hey," she said, "devices are meant to be my thing." The effort of speaking was almost too much. "Just checking you over," said Deepsix. There was a sharp twinge from her leg as the module extracted a sample. "Ooh," gasped Parabella, shifting against the cushions that propped her up, the movement feeling oddly sensual as her limbs rubbed together. "Back in a moment," said Deepsix, walking back to the screen. Parabella watched idly as her friend inserted the medical scanner back into its recess. She shifted slightly, feeling a drowsy pleasure at the sensation of her skin against the clean bedspread. Lifting her shoulders caused her breasts to slip against each other and a shiver of pleasure ran up spine. The pale skinned heroine's reverie was slowly disrupted as she became aware that Deepsix was talking to her contact. Because of the earpiece only one side of the conversation was audible. "You have the readings? Good." A pause. "Yes, there was a sniper with a design of weapon I have not seen before. Possibly the Council has been working on some kind of toxin." "I do not know, there has been no chance to collect any further data. I need the analysis right now." Idly Parabella watched, not really taking in the content of the conversation. She did notice that Deepsix was leaning with both hands placed on the top of the dressing table. Bent over like that the blue skinned girls shapely behind was pointed directly at her, in fact Parabella could see the outline of her friends pubic mound through the sheer material of her costume. "Okay, good," Deepsix continued, "what have you got?" "Right, I understand." "Okay." Parabella's eyes rose slightly to take in Deep's slim waist and sleekly muscled back as her friends voice rose slightly before becoming quite hushed. "What?!" This is no time for humour, this is a serious situation!" There was a pause for a moment. "No, right. I understand. Is this the Only way?" "No, we do not have the time for anything else; I will have to do it now. But I swear, if I ever hear that this story has gotten out I may forget that I am a hero. Right. Over and out." Deepsix took the earpiece out, flung it into the corner of the room and shut down the comms station before turning to the bed. Parabella thought that she looked flushed, her face and chest seeming a darker shade of blue than the rest of her. With an immense effort the ailing girl spoke; "What is it Deep? Am I gonna be okay?" The taller girl seemed uncomfortable, not meeting Bella's gaze and the prostrate heroine felt her heart thud as a feeling of dread swept across her. "Oh no," she said, "this is it isn't it? After all the danger I've faced I'm gonna be taken out by a shot I didn't even see coming." "No hon, you are going to be all right, I...I promise." Stuttered Deepsix, striding quickly across the bedroom to sit by her friend's prone form and looking her in the eyes. "It is just that the analysis showed that the only treatment is rather...unconventional and there is no time to seek another solution." The blue girl blushed even more but held Parabella's gaze with hers. "Oh Deep, whatever it is you need to do, do it. I'm so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open and I feel so hot, it's like I'm wrapped in fur." She writhed languidly on the bed. "I trust you Deep, I know you'll do what's right. Maybe one day I'll get to do the same for you." Deepsix cleared her throat. A little uncomfortably it seemed to the reclining heroine. She lifted her eyes from the others flawless cleavage where they had been resting for some reason. The blushing girl shifted a little closer and took Parabella's hand in both of hers from where it rested on her flat, white belly. "Listen Bella, there is only one way to deal with this in the time we have." She paused, looking over the trusting girls head. "The med-techs say we can flush out the toxin with a combination of factors. We need to elevate your heartbeat and body temperature, you also need to to purge your body of the poison through sweat and...other things." Deepsix took a long breath. "Also they say I will have to induce a certain type of strong physiological reaction that should finish the job." She was still blushing. "Come on Deep, give it to me in English," said Parabella. Deepsix looked straight into her friends glowing eyes, "You are too weak to exercise it out or handle...the other thing yourself. I do not know how to tell you this Bella but," she paused, biting her lip between pearly teeth, "they say I have to...I have to give you an orgasm." Parabella's eyes opened wide as she gasped in amazement, her breasts heaving toward the other girl, the already strained material between the out thrust peaks stretching tight. Her mouth formed an 'O' of astonishment. "I must be delirious," she said weakly, falling back on the raised cushions. And although she felt feeble indeed, Parabella felt herself flush with a sudden heat blossoming in her breasts and between her thighs. "No my friend," said Deepsix leaning closer, peeling off her domino mask and placing her hands on both sides of the others waist, the white skin feverishly hot to her touch. "I...I have never done any...that is I hope you will let me do this." She felt her blush intensify even further in mortification. How could this be happening? Deepsix had never even thought of the gun girl that way! But now she had to make love to her friend and she had to do it well or else...She swore to herself that despite her almost complete lack of experience she would make Parabella cum, no matter what. She was so drowsy in a kind of narcotic haze that Parabella was having trouble reacting. Deepsix had to make her cum? She'd never had a thing for girls, not even had much time for the boys but she could feel the warmth of the other hero's body and the hands on her waist were giving off tingles that felt very good indeed in an unfamiliar way. "No Deep, we can't," she gasped, "you don't have to." "I do, I have to do this. Please forgive me." Deepsix said as she leant forward and looking her friend straight in the eyes, kissed her lightly on the lips. Parabella gasped a tiny indrawn breath as the blue girl's lips met hers. It felt so nice but must be wrong. If only she could lift her arms she could push the other away, or would she? Deepsix planted tiny, nervous kisses along the line of the ailing girl's jaw. Her hands were shaking so much that she had to clasp Bella's shoulders to still them. What now? What should she do? The only thing the blushing heroine could think of was to go through what she liked to think about when she masturbated. Shifting, Deepsix pressed her mouth firmly to Parabella's feeling the softness of lips together before gently pushing her tongue between them. Her full breasts descended until they brushed lightly against Bella's. Parabella moaned slightly as the contact made her nipples stiffen, poking at her top which seemed to be getting tighter and tighter by the moment. Deepsix swung her leg over so that she straddled the other girl's hips. She started to kiss the ivory ear and marble neck before her. She slid her hands down until she clasped the huge orbs of Bella's breasts, marvelling at their size and firmness and became aware of the rock hard nipples jabbing into her palms. Her own large tits brushed the backs of her hands and the breath caught in her throat. It was so much that Deepsix was starting to pant slightly, the heat of the girl beneath her seemed infectious but she had a job to do. If she could defeat an Arachnos commander then she could do this without fainting from nerves and embarrassment. Still not looking at her friends face, Deep slid her hands down and then up beneath the crop-top and cupped the massive breasts. Her hands were nowhere near big enough to cover them completely and the blue skinned girl wondered at their smooth firmness. She began to knead Bella's tits with broad circular motions. The exhausted girl found the strength to arch her back slightly and turn her head to gasp warm air into Deep's ear. The strong motions of Deep's hands beneath her top was almost robbing the girl of her senses, her head swimming with unfamiliar pleasure. But it was so wrong! How could it feel so good? If only Deep would pinch her nipples, they ached so... Gathering her courage the flushed superheroine grasped the lower hem of Bella's top and pushed the stretched material up until the girl's gorgeous breasts bounced free, the garment now rucked up at her collarbone. Parabella bit her lower lip as the cloth dragged across her taut, sensitised nipples. "Oh Deep," she sighed. The other girl paused and looked at Bella with an expression of mixed concern and apprehension, her hands still full of warm flesh. "Please," said Bella in a breathy whisper, "if I'm to be stripped you have to as well. I'm embarrassed enough enough already." She watched with shame and delight as Deepsix stood up on her knees, still on either side of Bella's hips and stared down with shock. The white skinned girl almost hissed with displeasure as as her friend stopped massaging her and covered her own chest with both hands. "Me?" Deep exclaimed. Bella's gaze roved down, taking in her seducers flat blue belly, her stance exposing the sleek mound, white spandex sheathed, between slim thighs. "Besides," Bella murmured, "this isn't the right mood, please Deep." She felt a lazy craftiness steal upon her as her pussy started to feel wet and the flustered super heroine crouched above her nodded reluctantly. "All right," Deepsix whispered, "for you." Reaching up with each hand to the opposite shoulder she pulled down her top, the silky fabric running over her tits, pulling slightly as her hardening nipples caught the material before her breasts sprang free. Deepsix left her top bunched around her body, above her waist and still attached to her sleeves as she leant forward until her blue nipples brushed against Parabella's pale ones. "I will just have to step it up a notch," Deep whispered as she looked the other girl in the face and started to rhythmically brush her breasts against Bella's. Both girls nipples were now rock hard and both were breathing quickly. Deepsix clasped the other girl to her, crushing their chests together and kissing her hard. Maintaining the kiss, Deep moved back and forth so that the outstretched tips of their breasts were rubbing against one another. Super Girls Vol. 01 Parabella was in a kind of sensual heaven. The blue body before her was driving her into a state of distraction as the soft skin and big perky breasts pushed against her, the sweeping caresses setting her on fire. Conflicting emotions warred inside and she ached for something she couldn't quite name. Slowly Deepsix broke the kiss and, without comment, moved down until Bella could feel hot breath between her breasts. Bella hung forever in a state of anticipation until she felt the warm exhalation move across one rounded tit and felt soft lips clamp around her throbbing nipple. "Uh!" She gasped between clenched teeth as she felt her friends tongue swirl around the aureole and flick across the tip. "Oh Deep! Please harder!" The blue girl felt the pale body beneath her writhe with pleasure as she gently chewed the out thrust nipple and sucked on it hard. The skin tasted slightly of salt and with a hint of musk. Deepsix's head was swimming with conflicting impulses. She was just helping a friend, much like administering a shot or splinting a broken limb but then why did she feel so light-headed? Her pussy was hot and her bare breasts throbbed so unmercifully that it was difficult not to grab them herself. Deepsix switched her attentions to the other firm globe and brought up her right hand to knead the one she had left behind. She knew what had to come next. Shifting her body to Bella's left side she leant over her friend, nose to nose, as her right hand moved down across the flat belly. Bella's eyes widened as Deeps fingers cupped her pubic mound and she unconsciously lifted one thigh boot clad knee to allow those fingers to travel further. Deepsix gently rubbed her hand up and down, feeling the heat and growing moisture beneath. They gazed into one another's eyes. Parabella moistened her lips with her tongue. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she murmured throatily. Deepsix almost smiled, she thought she knew what the other girl needed and if this were to be done properly then she would do it. With a graceful motion she got to her feet at the side of the bed, breasts bouncing and looked down at the half naked pale girl who's perfect tits were heaving with excitement. Deep pushed off her boots with her feet and turned around presenting her full, rounded buttocks, the top of her arse cleavage showing above her tight costume. Grasping the top of her leggings with both hands she smoothly slide them down until she was bent right over, her behind pointing right at the watching super heroine. Bella could see everything. The blue girl's taut arse was a masterpiece of erotic sculpture, smooth and firm. Between the thighs Parabella could see her friend's pussy, it was perfection, completely bald from this angle with just a hint of blue lips showing. Above, the sight of her puckered arsehole made Bella's breath catch in her throat. Slowly Deep straightened and turning, moved to the foot of the bed followed by Bella's gaze. She had a tiny tuft of white hair just above the cleft of her pussy. The blue girl crept forward on all fours, her dangling tits looking almost the same as when she was standing, until she was poised between Parabella's legs. Reaching forward she slowly pulled off the skin tight shorts, exposing the girl's hairless mound. Bella was so aroused that the flesh was almost pink, her vulva engorged with blood. Instantly Deeps could smell her excitement and see the glistening juice. All hesitation was gone now, all that Deep wanted to do was to push her face into that irresistible pussy and eat out the pale girl until she could not cum again. The shorts were getting caught up in the tops of Bella's boot so Deep ripped them apart with a swift motion and crept even closer, rubbing her hands along the pale thighs. "Dammit Deep, do me! Please!" Parabella cried with all her remaining strength, managing to bring up one hand to pinch at a swollen nipple. "Take me however you want!" Deepsix had never been this close to another woman's most private place and despite her urgency she paused for a moments thought. She had been so reluctant to start with, so shocked when Bella insisted she take her clothes off too but now...now was different. Looking up the length of the pale body, taut belly encircled by the belt of metallic links leading to mounded breasts leading to Bella's rapt features, Deep moved the last few inches and licked up the length of the dripping pussy. The taste was exciting, it tasted of heat and desire, like the essence of sex. Bella groaned with rapture and the blue girl licked again, pressing her face closer so that the warmth of her conquests pussy bathed her face. Probing with her tongue, Deep stuck it in as far as she could reach feeling that if she could reach in a hands length it would not be enough. "Oh god Deep, that's good!" Bella cried, her thighs pressing against the other girls head. "Don't stop! Ah!" She felt hands gripping her hips as the other girl lapped at her centre, pressing her face into her crotch. Bella's stomach muscles tensed as Deep's roving tongue found her clit, grinding against the button before lips closed around it and she started to suck. Parabella felt sweat beading over her lithe body, breaking out over her tits and trickling down her stomach to between her legs. The pleasure pulsed in her veins and sang in her head, she found herself propped up on her elbows so that she could look down her body at Deep. The blur girl's mouth was locked to her snatch, eyes closed with concentration. Then they opened and the two gazes met. Deep reached up with both hands to clasp Bella's breasts again, tweaking each nipple between finger and thumb as she continues her oral attack. A tide of pleasure was rising in Parabella, goosebumps rose all over, she felt weightless. She threw her head back and let out a shriek of pure ecstasy as her hips jerked up and down uncontrollably as the orgasm hit. She reached for Deep's head and pulled her face in to her pussy, feeling her friends nose push into her clit. This final stimulation finished it as her whole body was wracked with spasms of delight. Deepsix sucked at Bella's pussy, drunk on her sweetening juices and feeling the exhilaration of making her cum. AS the pale girl finally stilled Deepsix slid up the length of her perfect body, breasts slipping against each other with the sweat of their coupling until they were face to face once more. "I think you did it," murmured Bella drowsily as she touched the others cheek and despite the slick of pussy juice, kissed her passionately. "You can sleep now," Deepsix told the exhausted super heroine, holding her close. "I will stay here with you." If I wake up first I'm gonna give you a hell of a surprise, though Parabella as she closed her eyes and nestled down beneath the warm, comforting weight of Deepsix. Super Girls Vol. 02 Authors Note: This is the next chapter in the adventures of super heroines Parabella and Deepsix.This is fairly straightforward and contains no 'serious' content - rape, BDSM etc. and is just intended as a bit of fun. All characters are over 20 years old. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. * Parabella crouched on the gritty floor of the dark cavern and sighted along her multi gun at the creature lurking on the far side. The nanites that infused her entire system enabled her to see the beast clearly despite the lack of illumination. Its faceted green hide and towering, spired head marked the target as a Devouring Earth soldier, probably an advanced one. Bella's finger tightened on the trigger as the creature slowly moved in her direction. The girl's stealth field should be up to the job of concealing her but it was best to be ready for the worst and a solid chunk of field accelerated lead doped with iron would put a halt to any danger the target represented. Unfortunately a shot down here would probably bring down enough reinforcements to finish her mission if not her life and that could not be tolerated, not this time, for Parabella was not in the mood to be distracted. As she slowed her breathing to reduce the chance of being heard, the pale girl's thoughts turned to the events of the morning. The sun rose high enough to cast its rays across Parabella's face by late morning, the light and gentle heat waking the sleeping super heroine from her deep slumber. Feeling a delicious languor, the white skinned girl stretched under the thin sheet, thrusting out her long legs and pushing her arms above her head as far as they would go so that her heavy breasts shifted up her lithe torso. Uttering a sleepy yawn, Bella flung aside the sheet and sat up. At first she looked around at the strange room, puzzled that the surroundings were not those of her apartment in Steel Canyon. The antique furnishings were very tasteful but not really her style which ran more to glass and chrome with a gadget for every need. Looking down Parabellas confusion grew as she found her black top pulled up to her armpits above her tits, the only other thing on her body was the belt of blue and black modules that held so many useful devices. On the richly patterned carpet near the large four poster bed lay her thigh boots and skin-tight shorts. Frowning, the girl reached up to feel her white hair in its bunches and smacked her lips together. What was I drinking last night? She thought. Nothing unusual by the feel of it, there was certainly no sign of a hangover. In fact, Bella felt fine, great even. She slid off the bed and stood, chest jiggling slightly, noticing the traces of grime that clung to her skin. "There was definitely a fight," she said, brow furrowing a little in thought. "But then..." She shrugged and strode over to an open door, hoping for a bathroom. The white tiled room held a shower cubicle, a sink and a toilet which the heroine gratefully sat on and pissed contentedly, whistling a little tune. After finishing, Parabella walked in to the shower and turned on the water before squeaking with shock as the icy stream sprayed across her chest. She quickly turned the heat to maximum, the way she liked it. As the water became hot and her almost painfully taut nipples softened, the girl began to soap her body with the shower gel provided and tried to recollect the events of the previous day more clearly. Standing under the almost scalding water the heroines mind drifted, seeking any hints that would unlock her memories. Her pale hands swept bubbles down both arms and across her belly, she reached up to remove the ties that kept her hair up and let the steaming water cascade over her face and head, damping down her hair so that it fell down her back. Squirting more gel from the bottle Bella soaped her jutting breasts, kneading the firm flesh with both hands and she felt a memory almost surface. She slid her hands down and back to clean the marble curves of her arse. There had been a fight, that was for sure, and Deepsix had been with her. The girl's right hand slid around her slick body and dipped down to between her legs, across her shaven mound, smooth as a cue ball. There had been something to do with stealing vital information on some research the Council had been conducting...Her index finger stole between the folds of her pussy without her volition. The two of them had got an emergency teleport out...to this place and... Parabella gasped as she realised what her hand was doing and stopped. It was no good, the memory was too faint still. Something was there, confused impressions of heat and warm flesh like an erotic dream but without a solid image. Rinsing off the soap and halting the flow of water she stepped out, wrapping one large towel around her body and another around her hair. Deepsix would know what happened, her friend was always so together and this place was bound to have comms gear. Back in the bedroom the pale girl swiftly activated the imager in the dressing table and set it to call the last location dialled. The image in the mirror cleared after a moment showing Azuria, one of Deep's contacts with the mission room of Atlas Park's town hall in the background. "Hey Az," said Parabella, "how's things?" The dark haired woman smiled, "Parabella, good to see you up and about again." "Yeah, about that. I've got a bit of a memory dysfunction thing going on here. Was I injured yesterday? And where's Deepsix? I get the feeling she should be here for some reason but it's all a bit mixed up." Azuria gave her a keen glance. "You don't remember at all?" "Nope," said Bella, "not a thing." "Well you did get hit by some new kind of Council bioweapon. Normally we would have got you here for treatment but time was short so we had to get Deepsix to administer the, er...cure to you straight away." Parabella thought the woman was giving her a bit of a funny look, almost as if she was having trouble not giggling. "Actually Parabella, I'm glad you called. I sent Deepsix out on an important task early this morning and she hasn't called in yet, we're getting worried. She said that she would leave you a note but can I give you the co-ordinates that I sent her? It could be trouble and I would be grateful if you could check it out as soon as you can." "Sure Az, I'll get right on it. Sent the data to my belt comp and I'll do what I can." "Thanks Parabella, over and out." The mirror returned to its normal state. Slightly worried now, the white skinned heroine discarded her towels and while putting her hair back up in her preferred bunches, retrieved her belt. A soft blue glow illuminated one of the links indicating that information had been received. Fixing the device around her naked hips so that the modules made contact with her skin, Parabella accessed the data, relaying it to the HUD that flashed into existence before her right eye. The co-ordinates indicated a sub cellar in Eden, one of the most dangerous places in Paragon City and Bella's heart thudded as she felt a wave of concern for her friend. Quickly casting around she found a folded note on the bedside table where she should have easily found it if she had been thinking straight, it said: Bella, please forgive me for leaving you but I have to go on a mission of vital importance. This could be the end of one of our most bitter enemies otherwise I would stay to apologise. Please forgive me for what I have done; I felt it was the only way to save your life and I meant you no harm. Your friend, Deepsix. Puzzled, Parabella dropped the note and grabbed her clothes. What could be so bad? She thought. She felt fine. Unlike her outfit as it turned out. The boots were okay but her top was filthy and her shorts were just...phew, they smelt like a wash basket in a gym changing room. Time was of the essence and so the girl threw open all the draws and cupboards in the room in a whirlwind of activity, her urgency to find some thing to cover her nakedness driving her on until she had just enough to do. Only just enough, she thought as she posed on front of the mirror. Most of the clothing was for men and there was no way she was going out in a dinner suit ten sizes too big no matter what. All that Bella had found was a set of dainty, black bikini briefs and a short black slip that stretched as it barely contained her full breasts, the slim shoulder straps biting slightly into her flesh. Those and her thigh boots would just have to do, she thought as she looked back over her shoulder at the reflection of her pearly buttocks in the mirror, there was not time to search the whole house. Thank god for the stealth field generator or the whole city would be watching some video of her barely covered arse and straining tits on U Tube within the hour. Her gun! Rushing downstairs, Parabella quickly found her most precious possession and hugged the huge, multi barrelled weapon to her chest, tits squashing against its hard length. Snatching up the targeting drone that she must have left there last night, the super heroine activated the stealth field and throwing the wide doors of the house open, flung herself into the sky to rescue her friend. And here she was, thought Parabella. After a hurried journey including a few wardrobe malfunctions and a moment when a collision with a flying bird had turned off the stealth effect, exposing her to a bunch of office workers on the thirtieth floor of an office building for a moment. Then sneaking her way past more Devouring Earth than she liked to think about, she was almost as deep into the subterranean complex as a person could get. The towering sentry finally moved off, driven by whatever instincts the savage but not very intelligent creatures possessed, leaving a set of incongruously old oak doors free for Parabella to approach. The problem here was that while Parabella was fully capable of evading any patrol or foiling any security system with her natural talents, cunning devices and nanotech wetware, she had to get through the doors. Down in these ancient caves there was a distinct lack of ventilation ducts or alternate routes to take advantage of and anyone on the other side of the entryway could not help but notice the doors open even if the person passing through was invisible. What to do? Go in hard and fast or slow and sneaky and just hope no-one was nearby. Parabella's brow furrowed with thought as she slunk across the stalagmite-ridden chamber. The doors did not seem to be encumbered with a modern security system although they were covered with ancient looking symbols. The pale girl hoped there was nothing magical about them, she hated magic. Carefully, she pressed one pointed ear against the dark wood and listened intently. Nothing. Was it because there was nothing on the other side or because the wood was too thick? Bella tried too peer through the narrow gap where the two doors joined, wriggling with discomfort as the tight thong bit into the crack of her arse and eased it out with one hooked finger. Well no point in waiting, she thought as she stood. There were no enemies behind that she could detect but delaying any longer would only increase the chances of a patrol coming in to the cavern and slowing her progress further. Pulling at the straining camisole in an unconscious gesture of modesty, Parabella stood and readying the multi gun, pushed slowly at the door. Surprisingly, the door swept smoothly open letting a bar of yellow light spill across the rough stone floor. Swiftly Parabella slide through the narrow gap and closed the portal behind her. She scanned the new area. This was not right, she thought. There was a wide corridor leading off about fifty meters, completely covered in polished wood, panelled on the walls and high ceiling and laid out in closely fitted planks on the floors. Looking very out of place, various items of tech had been bolted to the walls at many points as if installed with no regard for the nature of the surroundings. Clearly there was electrical power here as some of the bulky units made whirring sounds and most had lights glimmering. Parabella took a deep breath, the cool air conditioned atmosphere containing a strong hint of furniture wax and ozone and driving the dank mustiness of the caves from her lungs. Creeping stealthily forward the girl examined the nearest unit, reassuring herself that it had no security function and was probably to do with a distributed signal network. Further down she came across the first sign that she was on the right track. There was a large splintered scar across the woodwork and one of the metal boxes had been half torn from the wall, a clear result of a glancing hit from one of Deepsix's sonic blasts. Pausing, Bella frowned, a memory almost rising to conscious level. Deepsix was here definitely and she must help the blue girl, that was more important than anything because Bella had to...give her something? Shaking her head and ignoring a sudden warmth in her loins Parabella reached the far door. Again these were out of place, steel slabs with an electronic lock and small reinforced glass panels in each one. Carefully the gun girl peered through one hoping the stealth field would hide the lambent glow of her blue eyes from any observer beyond. The circular chamber was massive, as wide as Atlas Park's city hall and several stories high. It must have originally been a library as ranks and ranks of volumes covered the walls with walkways and ladders giving access right up to the ornately domed ceiling. Evenly spaced around were tall stained glass windows, illuminated from behind to show off the rich colours of intricate pictures. That was unusual, the pale girl thought, there must be lights behind because the chamber was at least a hundred meters below the surface. Scattered around were big leather armchairs and couches with lamps and small tables placed conveniently near for the convenience of readers using the place. However, the ambience of the place was shattered by the many steel tables and benches dotted around occupied by large computers and wide monitors displaying reams of scrolling data and shifting charts. Attending many of these were human figures in sterile overalls and goggles, intent upon their work. Parabella's eyes narrowed, they were Cray technicians. What the hell? She thought. But then her gaze turned to the centre of the vast room and her face set with anger as her target was revealed. Three conical shield generators were arranged in a circle four meters wide and pointed inwards. Armoured cables led from them to big high density batteries that must have been able to supply a staggering amount of power. Between the doors and the force field stood a tall, slim female figure wearing a long coat, her hands clasped together behind her back as she gazed straight forward. Looking over the woman's head, Parabella could not repress a low growl of anger. Suspended a meter off the ground by the spherical, green power field hung Deepsix. The heroine struggled mightily against its grip, breast heaving and long legs grinding together with exertion, arcs of electricity crackling around her clenched fists. "The hell with this," muttered Parabella, setting her jaw and stepping back, "no-one does that to Deep!" She levelled the multi gun and fired a high-ex grenade straight at the join of the doors. The explosion was almost completely directed toward the towering chamber and blasted the twisted steel barriers twenty meters away. Charging through the smoke left by the detonation Parabella immediately laid down a barrage of fire at the enemy techs who after a second of surprise, snatched up their own weapons to defend themselves. Parabella mentally disarmed the stealth field as it would not stand up to this kind of scrutiny and the energy could be put to better use. If the Cray staff were surprised by the tall, scantily clad heroine charging at them they did not show it. Parabella fired a scatter shot burst at the closest group, barely pausing to watch them being punched off their feet in a shower of blood before nimbly dodging aside to avoid a cryo ray and putting a heavy slug through the torso of the man who fired it. Normally Bella, like any of Paragon City's heroes, would use less lethal methods but the sight of Deepsix in such obvious danger fired her blood and swept away any inhibitions she may have had. Continuing to run forward the pale girl swept her gun from left to right, delivering bursts of auto fire and explosive rounds, causing havoc in the enemy ranks. One Cray tech hit her with a volley of shots but the small calibre bullets slid from her soft but abnormally tough skin. It didn't do much for her top though, ripping the flimsy material. Parabella sent a mini missile into the workbench next to him, shredding five men with the shrapnel. Thirty meters in the gun girl paused, her berserk state not preventing her from sensing that the opponents were getting organised. The remaining techs were bringing up heavier weapons and the female figure, visibly quivering with rage and shouting orders over the noise of combat, seemed to be activating controls on one forearm although it was difficult to see as she was backlit by the force field. The pale skinned super heroine sized up the situation instantly, bringing up a tactical program on her internal systems and dashed to one side, enemy fire blasting holes in the shelves of books behind her. Reaching the allotted position, Parabella flicked off the safety on her multi gun and braced herself, feet planted wide. She pulled the trigger hard and rocked back as a torrent of smart munitions ripped though the remaining lined up techs, the barrel flash strobing through the huge room. Equipment shattered and bodies were flung about as Bella hosed a wide area, a snarl of satisfaction creasing her pretty face. A second was all it took and she released the trigger, the echoing roar subsiding. But Parabella knew it was not over. The female leader had been at the periphery of the assault and the girl's enhanced senses detected a personal shield around her, some sort of kinetic absorption field it seemed. Parabella strode forward through the cloud of propellant smoke, her long legs eating up the intervening distance. "Release Deepsix now and I'll go easy on you," she shouted. "Make a wrong move and I'll put a hole in you so big I'll be able to walk right through it!" Closer now the woman was clearly visible. Although tall and slender she was still not up to Bella's six foot four; the woman's tight coat was buttoned from throat to waist showing the curves of her body. Her legs were clothed in dark trousers and knee length black boots. Her haughty, sensual face was young and pale skinned, her hair long and dark. "It's not that I don't appreciate the unaccustomed ruthlessness with which you dispatched these minions, " the woman drawled, "but don't you think you are a little under dressed for the occasion?" Looking down Parabella took in her torn slip, more suitable for the bedroom than the battlefield and plucked a deformed bullet from her pale cleavage where the garment pushed the ample tits together. She flung the bullet to one side with a dismissive gesture. "Whatever does the trick lady, now release her." The woman drew herself up, shoulders pulling back. "I don't think so darling, you have no idea who I am, do you?" Parabella looked over to Deepsix who, teeth clenched, seemed to be increasing her attempts to free herself and felt her insides churn with unexpected emotion. "Lady, I don't give a damn who you are. You got five seconds to turn that thing off before I take you down and do it myself," The woman sneered, "Of course," she raised an instrument clad forearm and touched a glowing control. "This should do it." Super Girls Vol. 02 She flung her arm forward and there was a blaze of white light. Parabella felt herself lifted off her feet as if she had been hit by a truck and tumbled back over a workbench, crunching to the ground amongst scattered debris. Shit! Bella thought, who is this chick? She shook her head to clear away the lights swarming in her vision before rolling to one side as the workbench exploded violently. Springing to her feet, breasts swaying, Bella fired a volley of rounds at the grinning figure, seeing the bullets drop to the ground as they had the energy drawn out of them by the woman's protective shield and spun full circle to avoid another incandescent blast before launching a smart grenade straight at the smiling face. The programmed munition detonated six inches from the force shield and blasted Bella's opponent from her feet, sending her sprawling back, crying out in consternation. "How dare you!" the woman shouted, her fingers returning to the controls on her arm. "You think you can just crash in here and ruin all of my work! Time for you and your ridiculous little outfit to go away forever!" But Parabella was ready, neatly sidestepping a torrent of blazing energy she brought up her multi gun to sight along its barrels and activated the flame-thrower, dousing the area with liquid heat. As expected the energy field stopped any of the energised particles from touching the outraged woman but the heat itself washed across her, obscuring the figure for a moment. Keeping her gun raised, Bella watched as the woman staggered to her feet, flaming scraps of material falling from her. Hell, she thought, she must have a secondary defence. Standing now, the woman had lost her arrogance along with most of her clothing. Charred strands were all that remained doing little to cover her athletically muscled body. Her breasts were good sized; the small nipples were pink and she had a strip of pubic hair pointed toward the neat folds of her snatch. "Well," said Parabella, "looks like were both dressed about right now." With a snarl the smouldering villain leapt to one side toward an intact computer, the motion causing her tits to bob up and down and slammed her palm down on a control. "Too bad hero," she said looking back over her shoulder. Bent over and with legs apart her pussy and arsehole were difficult to ignore. "I've just overcharged your little friend's prison and while you fail to free her I think I will be going." Her hand reached for the arm controls. "What?" cried Parabella turning to the blue skinned girl in consternation, thoughts of combat completely forgotten. The green glow of Deepsix's encompassing energy field was becoming visibly brighter by the moment. "I'm going to remember you, lingerie model," the naked villain hissed. "Remember my name, it is Countess Cray and one day I will see you helpless before me!" Bella rushed her, thoughts of forcing the woman to save her friend filling the heroines' frantic thoughts but with a detonation of imploding air, the Countess vanished. "Damn, damn, shit!" The pale girl cried, desperately tapping commands into the computer. "Hang on Deep! I'm gonna get you out!" But nothing was familiar, the system, the software, even the hardware was a type that Parabella had not come across before. Given even so much as ten minutes the girl was sure she could work it out but the green glow coming from behind her was getting too bright, too quick. Parabella spun around, her heart a pain in her chest as she saw Deepsix held in place, eyes squeezed shut as the growing forces around her grew stronger. There was only one chance. The pale girl dropped her gun, it would be useless here. Shooting the shield generators would likely cause a catastrophic explosion and there was another way...she hoped. She must save her friend at all costs. Without another thought Bella sprinted straight for the glowing sphere and, when close enough, used all the strength in her nanotech augmented legs to spring at Deepsix. She sailed through the air and punched into the forcefield - it was only designed to keep things in after all - and collided with the other heroine, their combined impetus carrying them both out of the other side. Shocks wracked both of their bodies from the energy backlash but Parabella held on tight to Deep's waist as the two fell back to the ground, good fortune blessing them as they crashed into the yielding cushions of a wide leather couch. They both grunted as the impact drove the air from their lungs and Bella's weight came down on Deepsix's body. They shuddered against each other as residual energies discharged as electrical arcs, burning tiny black marks into the leather. Head swimming, Bella lowered her brow to the angle between her friend's neck and shoulder, breath coming in shallow gasps as started to recover. At first hardly aware of anything except the release from the crushing light, Deepsix's senses were returning. There was a soft weight pressed along the length of her body and warm breath tickled her neck, a thigh rested between her legs and slim but strong arms held her close. Without thought she turned her head and opened her eyes, bewilderment made her head swim as Deepsix saw her friends beautiful face so close to hers that their breath moved from one set of lips to the others. "Bella?" she exclaimed with astonishment, "What..?" The heroine could not imagine how this had come to be, surely it was some delusion brought on by the nearness of death. "It's okay Deep, you're safe now." But the pale girl was badly distracted; the memories of the night before that had been so elusive were stirring strongly. She felt her breasts crush against Deepsix's and her leg press between the others thighs. She should move, get up and check the area but... Then it came back. A battle and a shot, the teleport and a dimly lit bedroom...and Deepsix, crouched naked, face grinding against Bella's throbbing pussy, her tongue driving the ailing girl to greater heights of ecstasy than she had ever believed possible. Sweat and pleasure and slick blue skin rubbing against her own white flesh. That was what the note was about! Parabella realised finally, Deepsix had saved her life in the only way possible but had done so much more. The pale girl felt her body respond to the memories, her weighty tits growing hot and excitement pulsing in her belly and crotch. She grinned wickedly at the heroine beneath her. "Surprised to see me? You left so early this morning; I didn't even get a chance to say thanks for saving my life. So here I am, saving yours." Her grin grew wider. Deepsix blushed and dropped her gaze, shifting uncomfortably and trying to ignore the growing heat between them. "We had better go," she said, "there is no telling what re-enforcements could show up." "Don't work about it," said Bella, her voice growing husky, "I guarantee no-ones gonna show up for a while. I made a promise to myself before I went to sleep last night and now I'm gonna keep it!" "I'm so sorry Bella!" Deepsix almost wailed. "I had to do it, Azuria said it was the only way and I was so worried! I did not want to take advantage, you have to believe me!" Parabella drew in a slow, deep breath that pushed her swelling breasts harder against the white costume cupped orbs of her friend. The scent of the heroines blue skin and white hair strengthening her recollections of the previous night's lovemaking with every moment, and she made up her mind. "I don't want you to be sorry Deep. I may have been a little out of it but you did the right thing." She lifted Deepsix's chin with one hand so that their eyes could meet. "And now I've saved your life I'm gonna ask you to do the right thing again!" "What...what do you mean?" Deep asked, her eyes wide. "The heroes reward," said Bella. "What is that?" Parabella rose up on her knees and looked down at the reclining girl. Bella noticed that one of her stiffening nipples had popped out through a tear in her top. She grasped the lower hem of the slip with both hands; arms crossed to the opposite sides and slowly pulled the garment up over her head. Her perfect tits rode up her torso as, with raised arms, she flung the ruined scrap of material aside. "It means I get too fuck you," she said happily, grinning again. Deepsix actually raised her arms across her chest, her big blue tits flattening slightly. "Bella! What would Statesman do if he heard you use such language?" "I don't know," said Bella leaning over, placing both hands on either side of the shocked heroines shoulders so that their noses almost touched, her swaying tits brushing against Deep's arms. "maybe he'd want to spank me for it. All I know is that I want to give you the same pleasure you gave me and you did it so thoroughly that I'm sure you're not gonna say no." With that, she held Deepsix's face between her hands and kissed the blue girl passionately. Deep resisted for a second as her friend's tongue slid between her lips and probed insistently at her teeth. Maybe she had been wrong; maybe she hadn't taken advantage of Bella after all, perhaps it had just been embarrassment and self consciousness that had made her flee so quickly that morning and try to distract herself with work. Without a thought the blue skinned girl opened her mouth and felt the invading tongue brush moistly against hers as warm fingers stroked her cheeks. Then another blush heated her body and she turned her head to one side. "But Bella, we are not lesbians!" she groaned. "Well you did a hell of a job in the safe house last night and I'm gonna try my best right now," whispered the other super heroine as she rose slightly and gently but firmly moved Deep's arms out of the way. "Are you going to seriously tell me you don't want this?" "But the others...what will Sister Psyche and Miss Liberty think?" "I don't care, all I know is that I want you so bad I could burst. I want to do everything to you and you to give it straight back, the rest can all just think what they like!" Parabella's hands stroked down until she cupped her friend's breasts and brushed her fingertips over the protruding nipples. Deepsix gasped with unexpected delight and could not help arching her back to press herself against them. She felt a tide of moist heat erupt between her legs. "Do it Bella," she commanded, "do whatever you want. I need you so much." Sighing contentedly the pale girl pushed up Deep's costume top until the perfect blue mounds bounced free and holding her gaze with her own, slowly closed her lips on an out thrust nipple and sucked on it hard. Deepsix cried out and clasped the head to her, Parabella's provocative stare only heightening the bolt of sensation that slammed through her. Sucking at the taut tip, Bella felt triumph. She didn't know her exact feelings yet but there was certainly a great deal of lust, maybe there was something more but for the moment desire was plenty. Moving, she clamped her lips to the other quivering breast and gave it the same treatment, feeling her own tits brush against the firm, blue belly beneath. What to do next had seemed to be a problem but now a hundred highly erotic scenarios flashed through her mind. Bella pulled them both upright so that she was practically sitting on Deepsix's lap and kissed her deeply, the difference in their heights meaning that their tits squashed together, the friction of nipple against nipple driving her wild. Both girls cupped the others plump breasts and massaged them energetically, their breaths coming hard as their tongues twined. Bella felt the angle was bad and for what she had in mind another position was called for, although keeping her heated thoughts on the right track was becoming more and more difficult as passion overrode everything else. Keeping her lips locked to Deep's, she slid around the blue girl's body until directly behind. Bella sat with each leg on either side of Deep's hips and reached around her torso where she could grab the luscious orbs a lot easier. Deepsix broke the kiss and flexed her body, feeling the other's naked chest against her back and tilted her head so that it rested on Bella's shoulder. She moaned softly as pale hands squeezed her tits, her nipples throbbing until Bella pinched them both between finger and thumb. How could she have doubted, she thought, this was heaven. Deep felt her heart pound as her friend's hands slid down her belly and back up to her breasts again, she reached up to cover the white hands with her own to increase the pressure. Finding the view to be magnificent; trim body sloping down to long legs, Parabella kissed a blue, pointed ear. The sight of her massaging those fabulous tits was so sexy and from this position her control over Deep's body was total. Teasingly she moved her fingers down toward the tightly covered pussy again, pulling it back short of the target as she felt the girl she held tense with anticipation. "Oh Bella, " gasped Deepsix, feeling as if overwhelming ecstasy was only a step away, "touch me." "Touch you where?" Parabella whispered playfully, nibbling the ear and lightly scraping the fingernails of her index fingers across the straining blue nipples as she continued to caress Deep's tits. She watched as the girl's legs rubbed together with her arousal. "You know where," growled Deepsix. "I want your hand on my pussy, I want you too feel how much I want you." She turned her head and reaching up with one arm, pulled Bella's head to hers and kissed the full, pale lips. Obediently Parabella reached down again with her right hand and laid it over Deep's hot mound, feeling the moisture of her arousal and tracing the groove of the writhing girl's vulva with one slim finger. She felt the heroine hum with pleasure through their kiss at the contact and began to rub gently, curling her fingers over the whole area as firm thighs parted slightly allowing full access. Deepsix nipped playfully at her tongue and trapped Bella's hand beneath her own, increasing the friction. She knew that she should feel like a slut, splayed out on this couch and letting her friend touch her wherever she liked but Deep had secretly been wanting this since the night before, denying it even to herself. The sensation of one of the pale girl's hands massaging her breasts and the other exploring between her legs was so good that Deep was almost climaxing right now but the thought of what might happen next made her hold back on the roaring tide moving within her. She moved her lips from Bella's and gasped, looking down at her body and feeling shivers shooting up her spine. Bella felt the time was right. She sat up straighter and pushed the unresisting girl forward so that Deep knelt, smoothly muscled back almost horizontal. She settled, leaning against the couches wide armrest on her elbows, nipples brushing the soft leather and felt Bella position herself between her widely spaced ankles. Deepsix trembled with anticipation, what was the girl going to do to her? The pale skinned super heroine crouched, her nose almost in the crack of the white clad arse and had to resist a strong temptation to bite it hard. She hooked her fingers in the top of the sheer fabric and slowly pulled the garment down; breath catching in her throat at Deep's flawless blue behind was revealed in all its glory. With Deepsix's body in this pose, arse outstretched and knees widely spaced, everything was revealed to Parabella's avid gaze. The wide, rock hard buttocks coated in silky blue skin were parted revealing a smooth engorged pussy, a drop of moisture glittering in the subdued light. The puckered arsehole looking just the way Bella remembered from the last night's striptease. She breathed in the scent of her friend's excitement and gripped a firm cheek in each hand, marvelling at their texture. Deepsix was trying to look back over her shoulder to see what was going on. "Don't look," Bella commanded, "just relax." She pushed her face slowly forward, heat from the pussy bathing her face and kissed the glistening crevice. Bella pulled away from the shuddering girl and licked her lips before darting back in for another kiss. She ran her tongue over the puffy pussy feeling the buttocks beneath her hands clench in spasms and lapped at the copious juices that suddenly streamed forth. The taste was tangy and Bella closed her eyes, concentrating as she probed and teased with her mouth, hearing Deep's breath come in gasps as the blue girl thrust back with her hips. Deepsix could hardly believe what was happening. She felt her friend's hands on her backside and Bella's mouth working on her flesh giving her more pleasure than she though that she could contain. Deep threw her head back and pressed her throbbing breasts against the warm leather, the raw eroticism of the situation driving away any inhibition or restraint. Parabella was getting up to speed now. She too could barely believe what she was doing but it felt so good, so right that she just went with her instincts. Never had she even contemplated doing anything like this, not to anyone but she was damned if it wasn't the finest feeling in the world. Shifting her grip to Deep's hips, the pale girl ducked her head slightly to cover as much of the dripping snatch as she could with her mouth and thrust her tongue in as far as she could reach, sucking with all she had. She felt an instant reaction and heard the other girl hiss and moan. Opening her eyes again, Bella saw the end of her nose almost touching the writhing heroine's wrinkled arsehole and without thinking, swept her tongue up and thrust it at the tight orifice. "Ah!" cried Deepsix, her back flexing, her hands clenching the leather armrest so hard that it ripped. "Oh god Bella!" Ignoring the exclamation, Parabella pressed the tip of her tongue at the tight hole as if her life depended on penetrating it. A wicked impulse made her bring up her right hand, arm brushing against her own dangling tits and slid a long finger into the sopping pussy before beginning to masturbate Deep vigorously. The combined assault was too much for the blue skinned heroine, a sensual overload that made lights flash beneath her closed eyelids. She felt another digit slide into her vagina and rub at the core of her pleasure. Deepsix dropped her head and looked down between her tits to see the white hand thrusting in and out and that was all it took. Deeps vision whited out and she screamed in ecstasy, body bucking involuntarily as a massive orgasm swamped her with pleasure. Only dimly she felt strong arms turn her over and hold her close as shudders continued to ripple through her, warm breasts slid over her own and soft lips kissed hers moistly. "Hey, don't pass out now;" she heard a voice say, "the night's still young." Deepsix opened her eyes and looked at the smiling face that had almost killed her with pleasure. "Where did you learn to do that?" she asked, chest heaving as she got her breath back. "It just came to me," said Bella, her glowing eyes dropping modestly. "I wanted it to be good for you." "Well you can do that to me any time," Deep said and kissed the girl lingeringly. "And I think that from now on we are going to have plenty of opportunities." "You didn't mind the thing with, you know, your..." Bella came as close to blushing as she was capable of. Deepsix smiled and ran her hand down Bella's side as the girl lay on her, plucking at the thong she still wore. "Well I don't eat much and honestly I never, er, I have never used that for anything before. It's my mutant physiology so I am kind of glad really." She grasped a pale buttock and squeezed it. "We have so much to find out it seems." "Yeah," Bella grinned. "I think I've got a few new ideas already." With a swift motion, Deep spun them over so that now she lay on top, "My turn." Parabella laughed and wriggled eagerly. Super Girls Vol. 02 Deepsix quickly stripped off what remained of her costume as the other girl hurriedly kicked off her boots and began to kiss Bella all over, her shoulders and arms, her breasts and belly. She kissed the girl's flanks and her smooth armpits, she crouched between the pale legs and lifted the left one, kissing along its slender length and licked the sole of her foot before closing eager lips over a toe and sucked on it. The blue girl looked down and saw Bella flexing, her eyes closed and arms raised above her head, gripping the arm of the couch with both hands so that her heavy tits flattened slightly as her skin pulled tighter. Deep hooked the white ankle over her shoulder and began to rub her blue hands along the other girl's legs, back and forth, the texture of heated skin still a marvel. She leaned down, Bella's leg sliding up over the sky coloured shoulder until the heel of her foot rested on Deep's back and kissed the girl's navel tasting the tiny knot of flesh with her tongue. The sense of urgency that she had felt earlier was gone now and the super heroine wanted to linger over this. Lifting her head the tall girl trailed the fingers of her right hand down the flat belly before her until they stroked over Bella's black briefs. She felt amusement at the sight; her friend had saved her wearing less than Deep wore to bed. She really must get the story of that...later. The material was distinctly damp and clung to every curve and fold. Deepsix looked up to Bella's face as she rubbed at the barely covered mound and watched as the girls jaw clenched and a soft moan escaped her lips. Dipping down she breathed warm air over the area before drawing in the scent of Parabella's sex. Returning her mouth to the pale belly button Deepsix continued to rub at the heated pussy, she twisted her hand so that her thumb curved over the lower part of the mound and kept up the steady rhythm. Bella was starting to whimper quietly, obviously lost in her sensual reverie. How could anything this delightful possibly be wrong, wondered Deep, this sharing of pleasure was a revelation to her. Life as a hero was very satisfying but it left very little time for intimacy, if this new thing had come to her then she would enjoy it to its fullest. She felt a rush of emotion for the pale girl writhing in her grasp and silently swore that nothing would spoil their blossoming relationship. Feeling that Parabella was reaching the point of no return, Deep took her hand from the girls sopping pussy and grabbing the string that held the briefs on. She tore them from the shapely hips leaving her naked but for the belt of linked metal modules. She would show the gun girl that it was not just the techies that could be inventive. Taking just a moment to admire the smooth mound nestled between the long legs, Deepsix swung her body around until her knees planted on either side of Bella's head. Simultaneously she arched her back to drop her crotch toward the others face and lowered her own head until two sets of lips met. Smiling, she felt a gasp of shock waft over her own aching pussy. Parabella had been utterly oblivious, surrendering completely to her lovers ministrations with a sense of contentment that had not been present during the last night's dreamy coupling. She felt like a cat being stroked, an experience that she found most acceptable. And then there was a sudden motion and opening her eyes Bella found thighs on either side of her and Deep's groin descending until she would only have to lift her head a fraction to stick her nose right into the neat, blue folds. Parabella would not have become a heroine of some renown without the ability to respond to surprises quickly so she grabbed the firm hips above. She licked her lips and murmured, "You dirty girl," before setting to the moist pussy with mouth and tongue. Deep worked on the other girl's body, feeling an almost overwhelming erotic surge as their two bodies mirrored each other. She felt the tips of her breasts brush against Bella's stomach and the heat of the excited girl's tits against hers. The heroines white ponytail fell past her face and she swept it back with a flick of her head before returning to swirl her tongue around the gun girl's clitoris. Breaking the kiss as she paused for a gasped breath and looked down between their straining forms. She had to lift her torso slightly to get a good view but was rewarded with the sight of her blue body laid out against a milk pale one, their tits rubbed at each other with their exertions, skin slick with the light sweat of passion. Deep could make out Bella's sculpted neck and fine jaw as the girl suckled at her and felt herself approaching climax a second time. Reaching around the girl's arse, Deep gently pushed two fingers into the swollen pussy before her returned to kissing and sucking at the hard clit. An idea struck her as she tried to hold back her orgasm. Summoning up the smallest extent of her mutant ability Deepsix hummed a wave of sonic force at the throbbing nub between her warm lips. Immediately she felt Bella thrash wildly, the girl's hands clenching on her buttocks and tongue thrusting wildly into her, it was too much and she let go. Both super heroines juddered energetically in simultaneous climax, pressing hard against each other with their more than human strength. Electricity crackled on Deepsix wherever her skin touched her lover's but both continued, determined to outlast the other in their efforts to give the greatest pleasure. Another blast of ecstasy tore through them both and Deep felt two hands cup her breasts, roughly caressing them and squeezing the nipples. Not to be outdone the blue girl brought her teeth together and gnawed at Bella's clit, now the size of the last joint of her little finger. Parabella shouted her pleasure to the room; her whole body was glowing with bright white light that threatened to outshine the crackling luminous discharges from Deep. "Enough!" she groaned. "I can't take any more, you win!" Both girls collapsed, breath gasping from them, complete satisfaction leaving them limp. After a long moment of resting her head on a pale thigh, Deepsix pushed herself up on both hands, her rounded breasts pushing together and wiped her mouth. She swung one leg around and turned to press the length of her body against Parabella's. They looked at each other, tits squashed together before sharing a deep kiss. "Thank you for saving me," said Deep warmly. "I think I love you," blurted Bella, startling herself with the outburst. "Oh my god!" Deepsix smiled, a sense of delight overlaying the afterglow of orgasm within her. "And I love you Bella. I think we are going to have a very interesting partnership." The pale girl stroked her lovers sky blue flank. "Oh definitely but just one thing, you're the sidekick okay?" Both girls broke out in giggles before kissing again.