Supertoy
I revved my engine and took off as soon as the light turned green. My watched beeped three times signifying that it was 2:00. I was kinda surprised I was able to hear it over the roaring bustle of downtown Metropolis, the cars honking, taxi drivers basically slamming people off the road and the sound of reconstruction from that time Superman got kicked through the Ackerman building last month. Popping a curb with my Vespa, I took a detour through the construction site to avoid the traffic jam ahead of me.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" The foreman yelled at me, chucking his clipboard at my head like a discus.
Ducking the deadly projectile from the once Olympic athlete (I knew George from my dad's bar) I retorted. "I'm late for a meeting!" He was already over me and was too busy yelling at some other guy for doing something wrong. That's George for you, very short attention span. Unfortunately they had completely fenced off the work-site since I had last drive through.
Orientating myself, I dug my foot into the dirt and executed a sharp turn now heading north. Weaving in between the debris that had yet to be removed from the partially destroyed building, I lined myself up with a set of wooden planks propped against a stack of cinder-blocks. Taking my left head of the handle bar, I tapped the device wrapped around my right wrist like an arm band. As I hit the unintentionally made ramp, a small circular camera shot in my hand from the wrist-band.
"Woooohoooo!" I yelled as I left the ground, clearing the fence easily. Reaching the apex of my jump I looked up into the selfie camera my mother invented for me and held down the button. However a side-effect of taking selfies in mid-air is that you aren't paying attention to where you're landing till it's too late.
Releasing the camera I grabbed hold of the handle bar and looked down just as I smashed through an old-rotted wall. Careening out of control, I struggled to keep myself from wiping out because I was too cool to wear elbow or kneepads. Regaining control I managed to swerve and avoid a nasty collision with an old couple and their rather ragged looking poodle. Apologizing with a way of my hand, I cut through the park taking care to avoid picnics. It was a nice day and there were plenty of people outside enjoying their Summer Breaks.
Rolling to a stop, I locked my bike up with the rest of my friends and headed into the library. The Ladson Jr. Library was a freaking coliseum in which the patrons did battle against the Lion like maze of shelves and the devilishly cunning array of trap filled rooms. The library was built to contain the cities records and house a public library using estimates for the next century on how much space would be needed. Long story short, there are a lot of rooms to the rear and near the top that acted as untouched supply closets.
"Sup Chi?" I threw the Asian, hippy/wannabe gangster, 20 something librarian a two finger salute which he returned.
"Nothing much, the sausage club has been here for a minute, you're late." He paused until he saw I was about to speak and then continued… Prick. "Have you played Evolved yet? That game is baller dawg!"
Laughing off his unintentional asshole tendencies, I swerved through the lightly crowded public service center. The "Sausage club" as we've been aptly named by Chi, met here bi-weekly in the recesses of the library to play videogames, read comics and do other nerdy things.
Ascending the staircase, I checked my watch again. 2:12, I wasn't that late. Mount Ladson as we called it, were the 7 flights of stairs that lead to the observatory at the top of the library.
There a couple of eggheads in lab coats setting up shop around the gazillion dollar telescope, a girl around 20, a guy who looked a business-man more than a scientist who was around his early 30s and the finally guy looked like the real mad scientist type probably in his late 60s with a super gray beard and a hunched back. As I entered the observatory they all stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I headed towards the room where we usually meet up at.
"Look who's finally here, glad you decided to stop dragging your dick and join us Cici." Amy chucked a box of tissues at my head as I closed the door behind me.
"Hop of her dick Amy, it's not like she can help it." Jack laughed, making elephant noises sending the room into a whirlwind of chuckles.
"Yeah yeah, hardy harr harr. What the hell is up with those egghead looking motherfuckers out there?" I asked as I sat down my laptop at the round table. That's what we called our little group after a while "The Round Table" regardless what weekly nickname Chi came up for us.
"No clue, as soon as the library opened up they rolled up in here with their gear. Been here ever since. Creepy fucks." Roxy said while sucking on her lollipop.
I left the room and the sounds of another LoL match starting up, I entered the bathroom to remove whatever woodchips remained in my hair. I was pretty decent looking if I said so myself, considering my Irish mother and Korean father. I had my mother's curly red hair, emerald eyes and freckles but my dad's complexion and tall athletic build. I played baseball for Metropolis Technical School of Engineering and according to The Round Table I was ripped as fuck, not so much in my arms as on my abs and chest. Like literally I've spent years working out/playing sports so my abominable muscles looked like fucking da Vinci chiseled that shit out of marble. Or was it Michelangelo? Actually I think it was Michelangelo who crafted that statue. Whatever, track since middle school and all that so basically I'm the nerdiest athlete this side of the Mississippi.
Leaving the bathroom now with 90% less wood chips and 100% less full bladder, I sat down at my laptop and booted up.
"Alright, it's Tuesday and Summer Break. Any updates in the videogame department?" I asked my compatriots.
"World of Warships looks friggin spectacular." Janet chimed, she had a sort of thing for military simulation games like that.
"Nobody cares Janet." Amy said, sighing after trying to solo the mid and getting ganked no doubt. "It's been pretty slow recently, just waiting on summer releases."
The room quickly degenerated into arguments between pro-military simulation and the mainstreamers. This was the mechanics of The Round Table, topics are brought up, opinionated statements are made, cue arguing. I started playing Minecraft to get my fingers warmed up. I had just bought a pair of fingerless gaming gloves and wanted to break them in before diving into Starcraft.
"Alright, enough!" I said. "On to more serious topics. Any new videos on Pornhub, Spankwire, XNXX or any other sites that are actually good?"
"How come you never say xHamster whenever you rattle off a list of porn sites?" Perri adjusted the glasses on the rim of her nose.
"Because it sucks!" We all groaned collectively.
"Seriously who watches xHamster?"
"I'd rather watch Euro footjobs for an hour."
"It's not that bad, but yeah it's not the best."
"ORDER ORDER!" I bang my boots on the table like a gavel. "I'd like to say that Tori Black's latest work isn't exactly the best."
"I don't even like the bitch, B-cups don't do it for me. Just can't get off." Roxy drawled.
"I mean she's still pretty sexy though." Megan said tentatively.
Megan was the newest Knight of The Round Table, I think she just turned 17 or something so she had newbie duties like sneaking pizza up here and providing interesting sex facts when requested.
"Sexy is subjective Meg." I said, flicking Roxy off because she wouldn't give me one of her lollipops. "Everybody has different-"
BOOM! CRRRACCCKKK! BOOMBOOMBOOM! It was as if somebody had invented a machine gun rocket launcher as was letting off right outside the room! Everything was shaking and I couldn't even hear myself screaming as I fell backwards out of my chair. I jumped up and immediately fell back down from all the shaking the building was doing.
Scared out of my mind, I suddenly remember my laptop. Even with the rubber grips on the stand, there's no way it could stay on the table with all this going on. Instinctively rolling over I caught my precious baby just as it tumbled off the table. The shaking slowed and eventually stopped after an eternity of me clutching my laptop like it was the only thing preventing my untimely demise.
Managing to get to my feet, I stood there for like half a minute while the lights flickered on and off like we were in a bad horror film.
"Is everybody okay?" I asked, scared by the answer.
I was greeted by a plethora of groans and moans which made me feel a lot better. The floor was canted at a downward angle the closer you got to the door confirming my suspicions that the eggheads were somehow tied to the earthquake.
"Come on we got to get out the building!" I yelled and began helping the girls up to their feet.
"Ah my face…"
"My back."
"My butt!"
"My fucking dick."
Oh yeah, kinda forgot. The Round Table was kinda established for those born with a little extra down below than normal individuals. Yup, Sausage Club is making a lot more sense now isn't it?
Perri tried the door knob but was unable to get the door open.
"There's something against it on the other side." She grunted, shoving her shoulder into the door.
"We'll go out the window." I said, placing my laptop down and grabbing a chair.
I could hear yelling coming from the other room and the creaking of the floor wasn't exactly putting my mind at ease. Getting everybody to stand back, I spun around to gain extra momentum before chucking the chair at the glass. The window exploded outwards and a collection of dickgirls carrying laptops bum rushed the opening. Carefully grabbing my laptop case, I vaulted over the broken glass using my gloves to my advantage.
If our little meeting room was bad, the observatory was fucking heinous. The telescope had been fucking wrecked, from the debris caused by the giant hole in the ceiling or some other force I don't know. What I also didn't know was why Green Lantern, Hawkgirl and Supergirl were all hovering in the air above the scientist trio.
"I'll never give you my work!" The old bald scientist guy with the huge beard screeched at the superheroes. "This is the key to the heavens!"
"Come on Cici, let's blow this shit show." Roxy hissed as she rushed by me.
The exit of the Knights went virtually unnoticed as the heroes faced off against the assumed mad scientist. I moved with Roxy towards the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible.
"Supergirl can fucking get it." Roxy smiled nervously, pulling her cowboy hat tighter on her head.
I glanced back and confirmed this statement, Supergirl was looking as tight and nubile as ever. She was wearing her standard blue skirt with that tight as top that barely reached her navel. I was looking at Superchick so hard that I didn't even notice when Roxy stopped. I bumped into her from behind and sent her careening down the stairs. The damaged caused by whatever earlier to the stairs so severe that as Roxy fell down them they basically were disintegrated.
As Roxy rolled to a stop on the landing beneath me the stairs were all but destroyed. With all that noise I could all but feel every eye in the room burning into the back of my head. Taking several deep breaths I slowly turned around with an awkward sort of bemused smile that my mother has long since grown to hate with a burning passion.
"Well uh, my way out kinda… fell apart." I said after clearing my throat. "So uh, I think I'm just gonna wait till the-um you all finish your business and um… I think I'll just be quiet now."
No one really had a clue on what to say really so they kind of looked at each other and then back to me a couple times.
"Um what was I saying?" The mad scientist guy asked the businessman looking do.
"Fuck if I know, I never understood this plan anyway." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe it was something along the lines of "I'm gonna give up now?'" Green Lantern interjected optimistically.
"Screw you!" The mad scientist hacked producing a blue vial. "You can suck my liver spotted dick!"
"EWW! Too much freaking info!" Supergirl yelled, clapping her hands on her ears. "OW, MY EYES! I can't unsee it!"
I too was mentally scarred by the image of his wrinkly, shriveled up, liver spotted shaft. However I was so blind as not see the old man groaning and clenching his breast.
"Hey old man, are you alright?" Hawkgirl asked, genuinely concerned.
"Screw…you." He wheezed and then keeled over face first onto the ground.
The room went quiet for a couple seconds with everybody practically thinking the same thoughts 'Did this motherfucker really just die from a heart attack'? Unsure of how to proceed I kinda just walked up to the old geezer (walked up being a rather ambiguous term since it was about 30-40 yards) and checked his pulse.
"Yeah he's gone." I said loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Well damn."
"Shit."
"Are you serious?"
"That's rather unfortunate."
"What the actually fuck?" The business seemed to have his mind blown the most. "What about my money you piece of shit?!"
He ripped off the lab coat and began furiously kicking the old dude's dead body until his corpse released the blue vial which rolled a few inches and then stopped.
"Hey, maybe this is the key!" He exclaimed and dove for the vial.
Without even thinking about it, I did the same and all of a sudden I was wrestling this dude on the floor of the observatory with the heroes yelling at the both of us. "Give me the damn vial!" He grunted as to which I told him where he could stick it. I don't know why I'm fighting with this dude and not just standing on the side, by I was stuck in it now and I never back down from a fight!
Rolling him onto his back I let go with my right hand and smashed him in his face a couple times. "Come on you piece of shit, give me this fucking thing!" I grunted as he shoved me off of him, now bleeding from his broken nose. Falling onto my back I heard a sharp crack and felt dampness spread across my shirt.
"Oh fuck me." I groaned as I opened my eyes and looked down at the Zone-tan t-shirt I was wearing.
"What the hell is wrong with this town today?" Green Lantern groaned as he finally decided to get his lazy ass in gear and come down to the ground. "Hawkgirl, can you take care of the dead guy? I'll get Mr. Iliketogetmyassbeatbygirls."
"Can't believe this jackoff died on my watch." Hawkgirl groaned, her wings folding up behind her.
"I guess I get to help you out." Supergirl smiled and landed next to me as I got on my feet.
"Appreciate it, but do you have anything that can clean my shirt?" I asked, completely serious.
"Zone-tan, that's really lewd." Supergirl blushed a little bit, trying to hold her composure.
I also couldn't help but notice that her nips were rock fucking hard. I mean those motherfuckers were like freaking big ole' bullets inside that skin-tight shirt/bra she was wearing.
"The fact that you know her name doesn't look good for a morally upstanding superhero." I chuckled as we tried to wipe the gooey stuff off my shirt.
"We probably should get you back to the Watchtower so we can make sure you haven't been poisoned or mutated or anything." Hawkgirl said to me as she hoisted the mad scientist.
I texted my mother a brief synopsis of what was going on, thought better about it, then texted my dad instead. Hawkgirl attached a device to my waistband, hopefully not noticing the slight chub caused by looking at Supergirl's awesome jack-worthy rack.
"This might be a bit tingly." Supergirl warned me then hit the device with her thumb.
A whirl of light surrounded us both, going faster and faster as I felt my stomach in my throat and then a bang, then we were gone. There was a period of blackness and then the lights returned except whirling in the opposite direction. When they stopped we were standing on a pad inside the glorious Watchtower, home of the Justice fucking League. Ohhhh The Knights are gonna fuckin' shit bricks when I tell them I not only got up close and personal with Supergirl's tits but also a trip to The Watchtower! I mean I may potentially be dying, but this is totally worth it!
I was looking all over the place as we walked off the pad, my head was on a swivel as I took the huge place in. The floor and ceilings were a dull gray metallic color and the computer and or machines were full of lights and sounds. The rush was freaking overwhelming,
"Trust me, I felt the exact same way when cuz brought me here for the first time." Supergirl said, getting me to focus on actually moving forward. "Let's hurry up and get you to the Med-Bay though."
Shuffling along, I began pestering her with questions about The Watchtower, her cousin and most importantly herself. She answered them as best she could, but I've been thinking about what I would ask if I could speak with a superhero for over a decade. Hopping off the elevator, I finally brought up Zone-tan again.
"Oh my god!" Supergirl whispered "Don't speak about that here. My cousin could be listening!"
"What?" I was super confused but she just shhhhed me as we reached the Med-Bay.
The door opened silently and smoothly and we walked into a clean white room with a row of beds and automated robots. "I'm not a doctor or anything, but most of the equipment in here works itself." Supergirl said, walking ahead pick up a tablet that was sitting on a desk. I took a moment to admire that awesome bubble-butt she was rocking with that short ass skirt. However even though the skirt was pretty small, it never seemed to come up far enough for me to get a good peek at the goods underneath.
"Ummm, according to this I should put you innnnn THAT machine." She pointed to a circular tan booth looking device. Taking her word for it, I began heading for the machine. "Wait, um you're gonna need to give me your shirt."
"Don't steal my shirt." I smiled at her, causing her to blush again as I pulled it over my head. Carefully handing the infected specimen to the non-doctor, I stepped inside the booth. I was pretty proud of wearing bra today, saved me from a potentially embarrassing incident.
The shield came down behind me and the machine glowed red as I assumed it began to scan my body for infections or something. "So how does a girl like you get a job like this?" I asked over the whirr of the machine.
"Family business you could say, what were you girls doing in that room anyway?" Supergirl asked.
"Discussing things…" I said, not quite sure how to explain The Round Table to freaking Supergirl.
"What kind of things?"
"Nerdy things."
The machine cut off and I stepped out feeling a lot cleaner strangely enough. Supergirl had her back to me leaning over a table ever so slightly so that her skirt rode up on her ass just enough for me to get a look at that delicious red banana hammock thong she was rocking. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from groaning, oh the things I'd do to this girl! The wand beeped twice, then Supergirl picked up the shirt and held it up to her eyes. If I could've gotten away with copping a feel right now I would totally grab that ass.
Dropping the shirt, she turned around to look at me and tossed me my now clean shirt. Snatching it out the air I slipped back into it, but for whatever reason she was bright red like she swallowed a freaking ghost pepper or something and she wouldn't meet my eyes.
"Are you alright?" I asked touching her arm.
"EEP!" She squealed and flung her hand back, smacking a machine and sending it flying across the room. In response I dove to the ground, my hands over my head to protect myself from any other suddenly launched items. "I-I-I have to go, good luck!"
She yelled behind her, flying out of the infirmary in a red, yellow and blue blur. "Wait!" I yelled after her waving my hand frantically. "I still need to take a selfie with you!" However she was already gone. I wonder what freaked her out so badly to nearly take my head off with… well with whatever that device is. The thing is, now I'm inside the belly of The Watchtower with no escort.
"Ohhhh shit, Ohhhh shit, ohshit ohshit!" I progressively got louder until I was practically yelling, blue in the face. I'm in the fucking Watchtower by myself, ohhh it's freaking game time! I don't know how many times The Round Table has brought the scenario about what we'd do if we were in The Watchtower by ourselves and now here I am!
Running out of the Med-Bay area, I started jogging down the hall towards the elevator. I wouldn't find anything interesting on this floor but once I got access to the other floors it was game on, that is until they caught me and kicked me out. Reaching the elevator I paused, suddenly unsure where to go. There were over 100 floors on The Watchtower and I guess everyone knows the layout by heart because there wasn't a map anywhere.
Unsure of what to do, I closed my eyes and pressed a random button and didn't open my eyes till the elevator started moving again. Opening my eyes I saw I was moving down to floor 61 and whatever it contained. After about 30 seconds the elevator slowed to a stop and opened quietly. Peeking out and determining that the hall was clear, I began exploring the floor.
I repeated this process several times, sneaking through the cafeteria area, a storage area and a contraband area which was really scary because there robotic sentry guns everywhere. Heading to floor 10, I munched on an apple and as the doors opened I walked right into a pair of rock hard abs.
"And who exactly are you?" Wonder Woman asked, looking down at be unamused (she was flying).
"Uhhh, just a tourist?" I laughed nervously, my collar suddenly hot.
Long story short I got chastised by Wonder Woman, put into the system for the incident with the old dude and brought to the teleporting pad. Touching the device at my hip, Wonder Woman flew to the console and began activating it.
"Make sure you don't repeat your mistakes child." Wonder Woman said annoyed. "Or the punishment will be much worse than a simple kick out the door."
And with a whirl of light I was gone.
Later that night
I was having the time of my life since I got teleported back to Metropolis. I had taken a crapton pictures of The Watchtower and its citizens i.e. the smoking female superheroes. Why are there no ugly superheroes? Is there like some kind of unwritten rule that they don't recognize ugly female heroes or just downplay their powers or something? Oh don't worry mam, your daughter doesn't have super strength, she just has an abnormally high testosterone level or something.
My mother freaked out when the girls told her what happened. Apparently Green Lantern stopped by and explained what was going on so she wasn't completely hysterical when I visited her. Yeah you heard right, I said visit. I don't actually live with my parents, I mean I'm a college student with a pretty decent job and a shitty fucking roommate. So yadda yadda, mom cried for a bit about almost losing her girl and dad sat their awkwardly and smiled before returning to work. Dad wasn't ever really worried about me, in a good way I mean. He was always around when I was a kid so he knew when I could and couldn't handle myself.
"Turn your fucking music down!" My roommate yelled, banging on the wall that separated our rooms.
My music wasn't even that fucking loud, fucking cunt! Clicking my teeth, I plugged in my headphones which were great at cancelling out any and all unwanted noise. I enjoyed the process of sifting through my photos, separating the pics of the female superheroes from the pics of The Watchtower. All of a sudden I felt/heard my phone buzz on my desk. Checking it out I quickly saw that it was a text from an unknown number. Setting my priorities straight, I logged onto my Clash of Clans account and collected my resources before checking out the text.
Hey it's Kara…
Who the hell was Kara? I struggled to remember if this was somebody I knew but my memory came up blank. So I texted back and asked how I knew her.
Ummm, I think I rescued you or something the other day lol
Rescued me? The fuck? Wait, was this Supergirl?! I started freaking out, unsure on how to talk to the heroine who was supposedly texting me. How the hell did I know this was actually her? It could easily be my friends jerking me around.
Sorry for rushing out of the Medical Bay like that.
This is it… It has to be her, I didn't freaking tell anyone about that. Holy shit I'm texting Supergirl! Unsure of how she got my number I asked her.
The Watchtower has computers than do a lot of things that aren't exactly legal XD
Oh wow, I guess that makes sense. Being polite, I decided to thank her for helping me out with that whole crazy scientist thing.
It's no problem, you actually pretty much took care of it yourself lol Hawkgirl was talking about you earlier actually.
Hawkgirl was talking about me? Friggin sweeeet! Before I could text back she had texted me again.
Actually I was kinda hoping n stuff. That maybe you could help me out with things…
Oh-okay. Supergirl was asking for my help, not weird at all. I asked her what she meant. Then I got hit with like an essay text message.
My idiot cousin (Superman?) is being such a friggin dick lately! Like he won't even let date guys, he says they're too much trouble and that I need to focus on my superhero duties and other stupid crap. I mean I'm still technically a teenager, why can't he just let me live my life?! I'm pretty sure he's had Batman bug all my phones and communicators and crap. He actually made Wonder Woman give me a talk about the "birds and the bees" after he searched the history on my laptop like OMFG! That was sooo embarrassing for both of us, I don't even think she knew what she was talking about. I'm actually texting you from a Tracphone I had Batgirl pick up for me.
Oh wow it's looking like there's trouble on the home front. Who knew Superman was so over protective? And Wonder Woman talking to Supergirl about sex, that's like comedy gold. Chuckling and still in disbelief at the scenario that I was currently in, I texted and told her how that sucked and asked what I could do to help.
Actually I was kinda hoping like uh, maybe we could hang out or something?
What…?
I mean I understand that this is all pretty crazy, but my cousin is just being a huge dick and I need to spend time with people that aren't heroes and stuff.
I leaned back in my chair, my hands in my hair to try and contain my blown mind. A superhero, Supergirl no less. Wanted to chill with me? A college student/ video gamer/ nerd? What the actual fuck is going on with fate recently? Still in semi-shock I texted back as aloof as possible and said that was cool.
Awesome, I'll meet you at Randsen Market in 2 hours!
Holy shitballs this was actually happening… What the hell was going on with my life?!
A little while later
I chilled out at Metropolis' most popular hipster open air market, looking calm but mentally bouncing off the walls. I was rocking my cargo pants and a red Ranger Up dri-fit workout t-shirt. I had been here for a while, but I wasn't quite sure what I was looking for. I guess I assumed she was just gonna fly and land right in the middle of the market and try to talk to me. That wouldn't be the best idea with so many people around. I was so deep in thought that I didn't even hear anyone approach until I heard a feminine "cough cough" off to my left.
Whatever I was expecting definitely wasn't what I got! I swear to God her hair was the most golden color I've ever seen in my life. It just seemed so freakin' bright it was hard to look at when the sun shined on it. Her hair hung down to her lower back, straight and perfect like it was manufactured in a lab to always stay amazing. She was wearing blue feathers for earrings with a matching plethora of arm bands and bracelets that accentuated her baby blue eyes that twinkled with embarrassment and eagerness. She had on a tie-dyed shirt and blue jeans with several holes in them and a load of drawings she probably did herself with markers and the like. Finally she had on a pair of flip flops with a signature that I didn't recognize on them.
"Oh shit, sorry." I laughed, rubbing the back of my head. "I totally didn't notice you there."
"Well you certainly took your time checking me out." She giggled back, twirling her hair with her finger. I could swear she was blushing slightly, but I'm sure that was just the bright sun.
"Well I didn't know what you'd look like out of your whole super-"
Before I could even react, her hand was over my mouth and she right in my face with a panicked expression.
"Please don't say that." She whispered. "They don't know that I'm Supergirl here and I'd like to keep it that way." She removed her hand and backed up a little bit as the hipsters began to stare. "It's the only place I feel friggin normal."
I definitely understood where she was coming from and nodded in agreement. Being a superhero all the time must suck. No time to yourself, an overbearing older sibling, tons of responsibilities. Geez I was getting worked up just thinking about all the crap I'd have to put up with if I were a superhero. Following her through the market we began talking, not like a discussion between an alien and a human but between a recent shut-in and someone who basically lived an adventurous life.
Basically she had a crap ton of questions which I tried to answer to the best of my ability. They were all over the place as well, like what I did with my friends, what my parents said to me when I left the house and what my roommate was like. I noticed while we got some 100% organic yogurt from a vendor that she always came back to sex like every few questions or so.
"Hey Kara, do you have a boyfriend?" I cut her off from one of her rants about the taste of yogurt.
She blushed at this which I found highly amusing. I mean her life is filled with fighting monsters and evil doers that are trying to kill her and/or destroy the world and she gets embarrassed when I ask such a simple question.
"There's no way Superman would let me have one. It's a security breach or some crap." She pouted.
"What does he think about you hanging out with me?" I asked, poking her in the side.
She blushed and leaned away from me, covering her smile with her hands before mumbling something under her breath. Seeing her plain embarrassment I eagerly pressed forward in an attempt to get her to say what we both already knew. Several pokes and insistent pleads later she finally came out with it as we entered a pseudo-gypsy clothing store.
"He doesn't know alright?" She hissed, partially annoyed and partially amused.
I just smiled and circled idly, pretending I didn't notice her frequent glances towards not only me but my pants as well. The shop was cloudy with incense and heavy European and homemade perfumes giving me a slightly heady sensation. The lady at the cash register was clearly stoned out of her mind as she stared at the front door with a blank face. The incense created a cloud between our heads and the ceiling and combined with the dim trippy rainbow lighting made for an amazing sight.
I wasn't really looking up at the moment, I was too busy checking out Kara's bubble butt that was nicely outlined in her pants.
"It's just he never lets me have any fun." Kara pouted, rifling through a shelf of shirts practically identical to hers. "I can't go out, I can't date and certainly can't-"
She stood up and turned, gasping at my closeness. I was literally inches away from, close enough to feel her body's heat radiating off of her. To see the makeup she applied on her cheeks. To smell her scent that wafted from her body in waves.
"Experiment?" I finished her sentence for her, my voice low and mischievous.
She swallowed nosily, attempted to back up and found that her back was already against the wall. I don't know what she saw on my face, but my gut told me in was something akin to a panther's smile right before it pounced on its prey. I could practically feel her heart slamming in her chest, as her eyes tried to focus on me but were unable to as her face turned the color of a tomato. She knew exactly what I was packing with that X-ray vision of hers and I knew exactly why she would come here. She wanted to experiment? I could show her a thing or two.
Wasting no time with words I placed a hand on her side, pulling my body closer to hers until our tits were touching. Her nipples were already rock hard and I hadn't even done anything yet. Her breathing was short and shallow, her eyes all over the place and judging by the way she licked her lips her mouth was as dry a deep space.
"Don't lie to me." I whispered softly into Supergirl's ear, planting a kiss on her neck that caused her whole body to shiver. "You want this don't you?"
"N-no." Her voice was like a mouse, amusing for all the power she wielded. "I'm n-not like-"
I kissed her. On the lips. My mouth quickly shutting her up with bruising force as I pressed my body against hers. It was truly amusing, for all the power she held she was useless against her own feminine teenage desires. That's what happens when you try to keep a rebellious girl locked up. I eased up on her lips after a few seconds to allow her to get her bearing before closing back in, much softer this time. Her eyes were heavy and she offered no resistance to me as I slowly slid my tongue into her mouth. With my left hand I squeezed one of her tits through her shirt causing her to jump slightly.
I kneaded her breast in my hand softly, making sure to flick her nipple with my thumb. I glanced back at the cash register, but we were pretty well obscured from her line of sight by 2 racks of clothes. Supergirl's moans weren't helping though, although they were soft they were still loud enough to arouse suspicion.
"Who would've known that Supergirl enjoys getting felt up in public?" I snickered at her embarrassing predicament.
"T-that's not true." She moaned quietly, pouting a little bit.
"So you're not enjoying this right now?"
That shut her up as she still unable to meet my hard predatory gaze. I continued to molest my willing prey, fully aware that if we were to get caught it would mean some serious trouble. She began moving her tongue around in response to my probing, but she was inexperienced and wasn't able to mount any form of notable oral resistance. Her hands were gripping the shelf of merchandise behind her for stability. Gripping may be too light of a word however as the shelf began to spider-web with cracks from her strength.
Embolden by her meekness I slowly moved my right hand down from her hip to the front of her jeans. Her eyes opened wide as I began unzipping the tight blue jeans she wore. She moved her hand off the shelf to stop me, but I roughly smacked it away and resumed unzipping my prize. Shoving a hand down the front of her pants I confirmed my suspicions of her sopping wet panties.
"Look how wet you are." I laughed softly, bringing my finger up to my lips to lick off her juices. "You taste delicious."
Unable to stand the embarrassment but unable to look away, she was torn with indecision and pleasure as I shoved my hand down the front of her panties. I'm sure this was something she did on the regular basis, but I wondered what she thought of someone else's fingers entering her sopping wet sex.
"Uhhh so goooood." She moaned into my mouth and answered my question by doing so.
My middle finger slipped in effortlessly, she was like friggin Niagara Falls in her panties! I didn't think I had turned her on that much but apparently I did. Not wasting the wonder opportunity at hand, I took the liberty of finger banging the fucking shit out of Supergirl's pussy. Precum staining my briefs as my cock strained for freedom, aroused from being ground against Supergirl's leg. I could feel her dam of energy building underneath her skin, her tongue hanging as she panted like a dog, her hips bucking into my hand as I finger blasted the shit out of her clam.
Out of nowhere her hands latched onto my right arm which was buried in her pants, squeezing so tight that I thought she was about to rip my damn hand off! I now had three fingers inside of her and I was doing my damndest to fucking destroy her pussy much to her well expressed pleasure. Her entire body tensed up, her lithe but sturdy frame going rigid as her jaw dropped and her world exploded.
"EIIIIAHHHHH!" Supergirl cried out, bucking into my hand as she climaxed in ecstasy. Her eyes had rolled back into her head from the intensity of her first partner induced orgasm, her mouth agape as waves of pleasure ripped through her causing her to shudder and spasm erratically. Pulling my juice covered digits out of her I whipped my head around trying to make eye contact with the store clerk who probably knew exactly what was going on no matter how baked she was.
Sure enough within a few seconds I heard her working her way into the bowels of the store towards us, shouting curses about ruining her chi flow.
"Come on! We gotta-"
Out of nowhere there was a massive blast of air, throwing me onto my stomach with a sudden and unexpected force. I yelled and covered my head as my ears popped and several racks of clothes landed on my back. This all happened in a split instant and it was all over. Dazed and confused, I struggled to the top of the pile of clothes that had found their way onto my back. I had somehow been thrown to the side of the shop with everything else. There was a clear path from where we had been standing to the doorway leading me to believe that she decided to make a quick exit and in the process caused a sonic boom within the store.
"What the Hell was that?"
"What's going on here?"
"Is everyone alright?"
A bunch of people had already began to gather at the doorway and I'm pretty sure within a few minutes the fuzz would be here too. Pulling myself free from the debris, I ignored the complaints of the unfortunate store owner and staggered towards the exit. For some strange reason all the guys were giving me strange looks and all the females were blushing, so it didn't take me long to realize that I was sporting a massive woody in my jeans. It was poking straight out against my cargo pants, waving hi to all the girls.
Covering up as best I could, I rush away from the scene of our debauchery extremely aroused and frustrated. This was definitely NOT how I expected things to go down…
Back Home
The ride back to my apartment was extremely uneventful besides the fact that my boner refused to fully soften. Locking up my Vespa, I took the steps two at a time up to the 6th floor rather be locked in the elevator with my woody with the old lady down the hall. Reaching my floor out of breath, I pulled my key chain out of my sweaty cleavage and unlocked the door before tumbling inside.
I tried calling her, but to no avail. Did I scare her off? Was I too rough? She seemed super fucking into it, I'm sure she was a Sub in her past life or something because I could've yanked her hair and she would've been turned on I'm pretty sure.
"Fuck!" I cursed my luck, I was sooo fucking close to banging Supergirl!
Sighing angrily, I grabbed a soda out of the fridge and stalked to my room before slamming the door behind me. I couldn't really be too mad, I mean I still got to finger Supergirl and I made her cum which is a pretty great by itself. Turning my head down I decided to address my other problem, I wasn't trying to get blue balls or some shit I guess it was about time I let off some excess energy.
Undoing my pants I leaned over and opened my window to get some air circulation going on in my room. I didn't even bother with removing all my clothing, I just took off my bra, shirt and slid my pants and briefs down to my ankles. I didn't even have to stroke my cock more than 5 times before I was painfully erect. Leaning back in my expensive ass gaming chair, I applied some of the conveniently placed lotion to my palms and went to work.
My baseball was both ready and willing for my touch, throbbing excitedly in my right hand as I slowly began to stroke. The pinkish gland of my cock dribbled precum, which rolled over the cock piercing I got for my birthday two years ago and down my shaft. Gathering the precum as I slowly worked from base to tip and back I quickly obtained significant pleasure and lubrication for me beat my meat with reckless abandon.
"Aw fuck yeah." I groaned as I picked up speed a little bit, the breeze coming through my window felt hella good on my cock.
With my left hand I reach beneath my shaft to fondle my tight egg shaped balls which were super sensitive. A small spurt of clear fluid landed on the (thankfully hardwood) floor from the pleasant sensation. Fondling my sac, I settled into a nice rhythm with my right hand. Not too fast, not too slow. Just the right speed to build towards a climax and enjoy every heavenly moment. Who the fuck needs girls? I got my best friend in my right fucking hand.
Getting in the moment I picked up the pace, jerking hard and fast before slowing down and easing my grip up. Switching my grip with my left hand, I started playing with my tits instead. I always found it important to switch things up when I spank the monkey so I don't get bored. Swear to God if I could bend or contort myself far enough to suck my own dick I'd never leave the house.
"Oooohohoho!" I laughed and moaned as I rolled my pink nipple between my fingers.
I was pretty happy with my C-Cups, they were the perfect size, softness and sensitivity. Leaning forward I took the unattended right nipple into my mouth as I reveled in the pleasure. The room was filled with the aroma of sex, sweat and hormones as I furiously jerked off, the fapping sound of skin on skin contact was loud in my ears as I felt my nuts clench up in anticipation-
BANG!
"Why didn't you turn- EWWW!" That would be my bitch-faced suite-mate.
"Get the fuck out bitch!" I yelled at her, surging to my feet cock in one hand and pointing at her with the other hand.
However I was already in the process of finishing up, evident by the tissue in clenched in my left hand. Unable to clench down on my orgasm hard enough I exploded as soon as I stood up and when I said exploded I fucking mean it.
The Round Table had a contest a few years back to determine who had the longest reach when it came to cum-shots and I won at a whopping 13.8 feet. Second place was fucking 7.9, not even a contest.
So unfortunately for Gwen (my suite-mate), the first strand went right across her face. I'm talking from her right cheek to her left eyebrow with maximum splatter and coverage. And when it rains of fake-bitches it pours as the next strand caught her with her mouth wide fucking open as she screamed in disgust.
None of this was intentional by the way, so I turned my cock downwards and let the last few strands into the tissue as best I could. In the process I inadvertently came on her sandal covered feet. Thoroughly horrified, she was unable to speak as she backed up slowly going into shock. Shrieking, she turn around, opened her door and slammed it after herself. She then proceeded to continue screaming and cursing as she took a scathing shower and washed her mouth out with like 3 whole bottles of Listerine.
Meanwhile I fell back in my chair, chuckling to myself at my fucking stupid as suite-mate. We were cool when we moved in together but then she found out about my third leg and she just started being a total bitch for no reason. I threw a shoe at my door to close it partially. I would take a shower since I was all sweaty now, but I was pretty sure she was gonna use up all the hot water.
Getting out of my clothes, I threw them in my corner and then stepped into one of my lifting shirts and pajama bottoms. I couldn't stop chuckling though, that shit was pretty funny. Closing my door all the way I hopped onto the interwebs and Vegged out thinking about what had happened today. Totally unaware of what my near future held.
Undeterminable amount of days into the future
"50% chance of rain my ass." I joked, literally scratching my ass as we walked back from the gym.
I was spending my Saturday morning with Roxy and Perri, my lifting girlfriends from the Round Table. The sun was now decently high in the sky and the city was beginning to get going. I had on some baggy basketball shorts and my Daytona Beach shirt. Roxy was wearing her Texan and Proud shirt with cargo short. Perri had on a plain black sports bra/top and with some blue running shorts.
"I dunno." Roxy said, some rain would be nice it's been super-hot lately.
"Yeah it's been ridiculous." Perri added, wiping her brow and checking her watch. "Aw shit, I gotta get back my mom's expecting me!"
Taking off at a light jog back to her house. Roxy followed since they lived so close together. Waving goodbye to my comrades I continued down the street, whistling without a care in the world. Despite the occasional invasion by aliens of crazy super villain plot, Metropolis was a pretty good city. I mean as far as pollution we are literally leading state reform. Our education system is top notch. Crime is stubborn but come on… we got fucking Superman. Not only him but it isn't uncommon to just see heroes flying around doing random heroic things. They're about as out of place as new choppers here in Metropolis.
Pausing at a crowded intersection I felt the hair on the back of my neck tingle. Craning my neck I was blinded by the sun, by I was able to discern a trio of flying figures moving overhead at a pretty low altitude. Probably going to put out some fire or something. Despite that conclusion I was unable to shake the feeling that I was being watched. Moving with the crowd I'd stop every so often and check the sky or duck into an alley every few blocks like I was being stalked.
About a block away from my apartment, I swerved into a convenience store and stayed in there for a little while chit-chatting with the Indian dude behind the counter. Buying some ice-cream sandwich bars I left the store feeling considerably calmer. There's nobody following me and even if there was I'd fucking break my foot off in their bitch-ass. Reaching my apartment building I waved to the landlord who was leaving before entering the air-conditioned building.
Taking the elevator up, I had the liberty of playing patty cake with a little girl heading off for early ballet practice. Smiling, I got off the rickety old elevator on my floor. Padding quietly down the carpeted hallway I got to my room on the end and opened the screeching door.
"Need to put some friggin oil on the hinges." I muttered to myself every time I entered and left the apartment.
Throwing the bag of ice-cream sandwiches in the freezer I took one out for myself and hopped on the couch in the living room. Luckily for me Gwen wasn't here so I didn't have to deal with her dirty looks and her childish antics in response to the hilarious incident she was scarred from. Turning the T.V. to Bar Rescue I rejoiced once more to the Gods that be for the abundant A.C. in my living quarters. I didn't even need to open my window, case in point why my living room window was closed, but the blinds were up to allow natural sunlight to come in.
Sitting there eating my rapidly melting ice-cream I couldn't help but hear something going on in the background of my hearing. I tried to ignore it but eventually I got up during a commercial break and went to investigate. It was definitely coming my apartment and not that annoying as frat boy beneath me. Reaching the hallway I quickly determined the source of the annoying background noise to be emanating from Gwen's room. Trying her door, I found it locked which wasn't entirely unsurprising but annoying nonetheless.
Returning to the kitchen to get a butter knife, I paused once I retrieved the utensil. Why? Because the living room curtains were flowing. Why were they flowing? Because the window was open. Why was the window open? I didn't open the window… did I?
"What the fuck?" I muttered, stepping out the kitchen towards the T.V.
I paused on the portal from the dining room to the living room, examining the area. If this was some kind of prank I was not in the… I mean I am kinda in the mood for some pranks to be honest.
"Whoever's there, show yourself now!" I barked, brandishing the butter knife.
There was a pregnant silence and for at least 30 seconds I stood there staring at the window waiting for something to happen. I wasn't freakin crazy, someone was out there I just knew it! The stalemate seemed to last forever, but right before I broke down and called the cops my stalker finally showed herself. Slowly but surely a pair of fiery red heeled boots floated into sight. Those boots complimented connected to a blue ultra-short miniskirt and a shear skin hugging blue spandex shirt with an S emblazoned upon it. Behind it all a red cape flapped wildly in the wind, a majestic figure if I weren't pissed off on having to wait 20 minutes.
"I knew it had to be you." I grumbled, lowering the butter knife to my side.
"It could've been Batgirl, I told her about you and she seemed pretty enthused." Kara said weakly.
She couldn't meet my gaze so she stared at the carpet at my feet as she wrung her hands. It was like the embarrassed teenager finally owned up to crashing the family car and was awaiting punishment from her mom or something. Sighing explosively I threw my hands into the air and turned around without a word. Stalking back into the kitchen I returned the knife to the drawer I had retrieved it from and slammed it shut.
"Umm, can I come in? The old lady across the way keeps waving at me." Kara asked even though I was no longer in her direct line of sight.
By that point in time I was already cracking open a beer to curb my frustration.
"Sure, you already stalked me all the way here so you might as well." I said loud enough for her to hear.
I don't know how, but I could somehow hear her floating through the air as she traversed the living room. All the way I was leaning against the fridge, draining my beer and progressively getting angrier and angrier. First she blue-balls me at the shop and then she stalks me back to my apartment. I already know what she's gonna say too!
She rounded the corner and finally landed on the kitchen tile. As she opened her mouth to speak I cut her off.
"Stop, I already know what you're gonna say." I grunted as I threw my beer in the trashcan. "Oh I'm sorry for leaving you in that store Cici; I panicked and didn't know what else to do." I said in a mocking impression of your typical blonde cheerleader. "I'm sorry for creeping you out and following you around like a stalker too, but I REALLY need you know how sorry I am. Is that about it?" I asked with my arms crossed and my head cocked to the side.
She looked dumbfounded like somebody just slapped an ice-cream out of her hand. She looked at me and then looked away and then looked back at me unsure of what to say as she progressively blushed harder and harder.
"W-well yes." She finally mumbled, twirling her hair in her fingers like some kind of schoolgirl.
"Figured." I grunted as I reached into my fridge and grabbed another beer.
Cracking it open, I watched as she flinched at the loud sound in the quiet room. As I tilted the can upwards and began to drink she hit me with the curveball.
"I came to say that and to tell you that I'd let you fuck me as repayment."
Beer, meet the wall. Wall, meet my friend Mr. Beer. That was basically my reaction as I spewed the beer from my mouth onto the kitchen wall in shock. I looked around for the cameras; certain this was some sort of prank. Looking back at Kara I quickly realized that she was painfully serious, her face completely red.
"I mean I did leave you high and dry at the store and I really want to know what I've been missing out on all these years." Kara said her eyes now on me expectantly.
Supergirl was in my kitchen asking me to fuck her? Man the girls wouldn't believe this in a hundred years! A slow smile creeped across my face as my mind quickly switched gears.
"You've watched porn before right?" I slowly walked towards her, placing my beer can on the counter.
She gave me a slow nod in response.
"Then you already know what part always comes first." Reaching Kara, I placed a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her down to her knees in front of me.
It has honestly been a good minute since I had been this eager to get it on, I was actually having trouble controlling my dick believe it our not. I had this whole convoluted plan where she would reach in my pants and pull out my dick herself, but right now I just wanted to fuck the shit out of motherfuckin Supergirl. Grabbing the lip of my shorts I quickly yanked them down far enough for my dick to hang over, about half a foot from Kara's face. Her expression was priceless; from the way her jaw dropped she honestly had never seen a dick up close and personal before in her life.
Letting my shorts dropped to around my ankles I seized my growing chub and stroked it a few times, practically rocking on the balls of my feet in anticipation.
"Come on Supergirl." I drawled her name in a mocking manner, oh I was gonna enjoy this.
Shaking herself out of her stupor, she breathed in deep and grabbed my member firmly, almost throwing me off balance with her strength. Pumping my cock slowly she parted her lips slightly and blew on the tip of my cock. Lightning arched up back at the sensation of freezing air on my dick. By itself it would've been mildly unpleasant but she quickly followed it up latching onto my head with her mouth. The sudden cold to warmth was quite pleasing and I caught myself groaning softly at the sensation.
Smiling up at me she continued to swirl her tongue around my cock as I grew hard pretty damn quickly. At full mass I was an intimidating 8 incher, thick veins running the length of my shaft to my glands giving my dick an angry look. Still stroking me, Kara began to take even more of my cock in her mouth. I've had better blowjobs, but certainly none as exhilarating. My dick felt like a fucking steel beam and I was ready to lay down some pipe.
Gagging on the front half of my cock, she'd occasionally look up at me apologetically. She had tongue control on her side, licking the underside of my dick as she bobbed back and forth slowly and she hadn't bit me yet but at this rate we were going nowhere fast. Taking matters into my own hands, I scooted forward suddenly plunging another inch into her mouth. As she pulled back and started coughing I sighed and grabbed the back of her head, shoving my cock in her mouth.
"Don't fight me. Just take it." I said simply as I placed my left hand on the back of her head and the right on the bottom of my shirt to keep out the way.
Her bright blue eyes were wide in surprise but she followed my command like the good little cock-hungry girl I had her marked for. With about half my cock in her mouth I began moving my hips back and forth at a nice steady pace. I was practically on top of the girl at this point, my leg was pressing against her tits and I certainly wasn't giving her an easy time of it.
Her mouth felt great! It was nice and warm and to top it off the little she-devil was still working her tongue around my member as I slid in and out of her mouth. That's when a brilliant idea struck me; grabbing my phone off the counter with my right hand I quickly unlocked it and opened Snapchat.
"Why don't you say hi to all my friends at collegeworld?" I smiled down at her as she looked back up at me with hooded eyes. She was really getting into this shit!
Smiling I recorded her sucking my cock, saved the video and sent it off to collegeworld.
"You like putting own shows don't you?" I thrusted hard, my left hand still holding the back of her head in place. "Thousands of horny little guys are gonna watch Supergirl in the flesh sucking some grade A cockmeat."
She squirmed beneath me, one hand in her skirt and the other fondling herself as I began to pick up speed. My cock was coated with her saliva and her face was a messy collection of my prenut and her saliva. Grunting with each thrust I shoved my cock deeper and deeper, harder and harder. I could my climax building quickly in the background; it wouldn't be much longer now! Without warning I shoved my entire cock in her mouth, savoring the feeling of my dick being completely enveloped in her warm velvety mouth.
That's when I realized something crucial, she's fucking Supergirl! She doesn't need to breathe! With that in my I went to town on her face, my pumps fast and powerful as I fucked the shit out of her face. She had to place her hands on my legs to prevent herself from falling over as I wrapped both arms around her head. In hindsight she could've easily broken my legs if she spazzed out.
"Almost-there!" I yelled, my voice strained by my imminent orgasm.
With a spectacular finish I pumped one last time and released a torrent of cum down her throat. Pulling out I quickly landed the next strand straight across her face as I began to run out I gave her a nice little half-crescent across her cleavage and partially on her 'S'. Coughing, she fell forward onto her hands her eyes wide and her hair disheveled from the thorough skull fucking I just gave her.
"How does it feel being the receiving end of a nice real cock?" I asked, amused at her state.
"More." She gasped, looking up at me with her large frantic eyes. "Fuck me more, please…"
Well shit, never had to tell me twice! I grabbed her quickly by her shoulder and hauled her up onto her feet before bending her quickly over the kitchen counter. I had to beat my meat to get it back up, but she gave more than enough motivation as she slid her red thong down her legs and stepped out of it before throwing it to the side.
I wasn't even fully hard I lost control and basically jumped on top of the bitch in heat. There's no way I was letting this opportunity pass me by! Groaning I slid balls deep into her cunt with ease from all her juices but FUCK was she tight!
"It's sooo thick!" Kara cried out, her super strength causing cracks in the marble of the counter where she was gripping it.
Swallowed by the moment I quickly pulled out until only my tip remained before slamming it back in, causing her to buck forward. I gave her absolutely no mercy as I slammed the fuck out her in my kitchen, there was no tactical groping or pleasure zones, just skin on skin as I thoroughly explored the tightest pussy I ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
Leaning over her I grabbed her shoulders once more, pulling her back onto my cock every time I thrusted into her. The fact that my neighbors could hear everything really didn't concern me as the counter began to crack in two, Kara screams becoming increasing higher pitched.
"Who's-your-fuckin-Daddy-Bitch?!" I grunted, slapping her tight ass.
"You are, ohh yessssss!" She screamed back, pushing her hips back in time with mine.
Sweat poured into my eyes. Juices ran down our legs and collected on the kitchen floor as we went at it like wild animals. Somehow during all of that she managed to wrap her legs around my waist so that now no part of her body was touching the ground. I didn't notice and I didn't really care until we began slowly lifting off the ground that is.
"Woah, what the fuck?" I cried out, startled.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE STOP YOU SUNNAVABITCH!" Kara roared, her legs wrapped painfully tight around me as we continued to float upwards.
Scared, turned on and freaked out I did what came naturally and I kept fucking her. She was clenching so tight it was difficult to even pull out much less get back in back I was so close to busting the biggest nut of my life I didn't even care. With a bump my back hit the ceiling of the kitchen, thinking fast I braced my feet on it and continued to plow away now facing the floor. I could feel my guest nearing her climax as well as she squeezed her tit and furiously rubbed her clit.
"I'm so close!" She cried out, her voice loud and booming in my apartment.
I struggled to warn her that I was probably closer than her but I didn't have the breath to do so. With a roar akin to an explosion I experienced the most power and witnessed the most powerful orgasm induced by me at the exact same time. Let me put it terms you can understand.
It was like the Hulk had clapped both his hands right on top of my dick. That was how hard she was squeezing me when she climaxed, that shit was painful! I blacked out for a few seconds, my cum unable to leave my balls because the vice around my dick was too tight to let it pass. After a few seconds I came too and then immediately blew my load as her vagina muscles finally loosened up. It was like electricity was running up and down my fucking spine I was jerking around so much.
I hadn't even finished busting a nut before we fell about 9 feet to the floor. I didn't even care, all I knew was that this warm soft pussy is the best thing God had ever given to me as I finally finished blowing my wad. Kara was passed out underneath me. The imprint of my feet were in the kitchen ceiling. The counter looked like it had been in an earthquake. And standing there with bags in her hands, her jaw on the floor and her eyes like dinner plates was my suite-mate.
"Just give us a minute…" I chuckled, wiping the sweat out of my eyes. "Or maybe two?"
Two Days Later
"You can't fucking do that!" Kara groaned as I hit her ass with a blue-shell.
"All is fair in love and Mario-Kart." I snorted.
We had literally been playing this game for the past 5 hours and it hadn't gotten tedious at all. You see Kara had devised a system. She'd do her superhero gig. When she got time off she would come over to Chill and watch Netflix. We'd do that, then she'd get hungry for a cock-meat sandwich. We'd fuck for an hour or so then she'd leave. It was wonderful especially when we didn't break anything or set anything on fire with her lazer vision.
Gwen hated every minute of it, but she wouldn't dare say anything to Supergirl's face. She even stopped ribbing me for walking around the house with my cock out. I'm pretty sure after that talk Supergirl gave her yesterday she was too scared to do much of anything. I don't know what Supergirl said to her because she kicked me out the apartment but- you know what? I don't wanna know.
My dad always said never look a full wallet in the mouth, whatever that means.
"You're a friggin cheater, screw you." Kara groaned throwing the controller and burying her head in a pillow.
Laughing heartily I took another bite of my Hot-Pocket. It was getting pretty late and it had long since gotten dark outside. Before I could say anything, she rolled over and straddled my lap, unbuttoning her shirt.
"Come on, lets fuck." She said with a cheshire grin.
"Always with the fucking and the Netflix with you." I laughed trying to get shirt off.
However once I got it half way off, Kara grabbed my hands and pinned me to the couch. I could feel her cold breath raising goosebumps on skin and making both my nipples and my cock hard.
"I thought I'd invite somebody over tonight." She said softly.
"Who, Gwen?" I chortled.
"No, I'd like you to meet my good friend Barbara Gordan…"
Jesus Christ it's been a long time hasn't it? Needless to say I've been hella busy with life so I haven't been able to work on my stories hardly at all. But that's not the true issue. Let me level with you guys.
The real problem isn't lying with my busy schedule. Remember that guy from Jimmy Neutron, Dr. Finbarr Calamitous? Yeah the guy who couldn't finish anything? That's like me to be honest. I checked my flash drive and I found so many stories that are really good, but when it came time to write the last set of scenes or to finish up I lose inspiration and then I kind of forget about them. Then after a while I receive inspiration for a new story and then I start on that story. I'm not gonna tell you guys how long this story has sat unfinished on my desktop, it's ridiculous. Finishing this story took monumental willpower and I'm surprised I did.
I guess I just really what the last scene to be climatic but that's the point where I stop receiving revelation on what should happen next. I guess I should try storyboarding my works from now on or something because the same principle applies to my two other stories I have in process. Who knows maybe I'll actually get around to writing that Sui-Feng vs. Unohana fight scene before I die haha.
Well as it stands I start school on the 23rd and I'm really feeling a Mortal Kombat X story, a Naruko story from her perspective as a female or a Batman story. Let me know in the reviews on what you think I should do.