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I rang the doorbell at a small walkup apartment on Manhattan’s lower east side. The door was opened by a statuesque blonde woman in jeans and a button-down shirt open just enough to show the pale skin below her neck. Her clothes seemed to barely be able to contain her physique with broad hips, a very slender waist, and a huge chest that made one think that ‘rack’ was what you called large tits because you could use them like a shelf. Her blonde bob was swooped from the back to where it framed her beautiful face. The statuesque beauty looked down at me. I’m not tall but I am skinny. My name’s Milo James and I have some mad computer skills, especially when it comes to surveillance.

“Karen Starr?” I asked, but I already knew. “Former CEO of Starrware Labs?”

“That’s me,” she said. “I’m sorry, but I can’t get you a job. I’m unemployed myself.”

I was confused for a second. “Oh, the tablet,” I said. I was wearing my normal t-shirt and letterman jacket, jeans, backpack, and Mets ball cap. And I had an android tablet in my hands. “Here,” I said, and handed it to her, a big picture of her on the front. “Swipe it from side to side.” She did and her face grew more and more horrified as she looked. The swiping went to almost super speed. I knew she could do that, but it was still impressive. She clenched her fists on the tablet and it turned into plastic and metal dust and other pieces about the size of cheerios. I’d expected that.

I pulled off my backpack and pulled out an identical tablet. Acting nonchalant, my heart beating like a hummingbird’s wing, I powered it up and handed it to her with the exact same picture on it. She looked at me; I knew she could hear my heart. “You know,” she said, “I could just laser you into ash right here.”

I was prepared for this. “I know, but I know you won’t for two reasons. One, you’re a hero not a villain. You don’t do stuff like that.” I took a breath.

“And two?” she asked, raising one blonde eyebrow. I think she was amused.

“I’ve set it up so that, if I don’t check in, it’ll go to a bunch of press outlets, especially the ones who like to expose super beings’ secret identities.”

“I’m a pretty good programmer myself,” she said, which wasn’t completely correct. “I could stop that.”

I actually smiled. This was my territory. “Yes, ma’am, you’re a pretty good one,” I kind of lied, “but not as good as me. When it comes to computer security and reconnaissance, I’m better than you or Lex Luthor or anybody but Brainiac. I have one amazing talent, almost a superpower, and that’s it.”

She looked me up and down from my torn tennis shoes, over my torn clothes, my pimply face, my taped glasses, unwashed hair and torn cap. “You better come in,” she said, and held the door for me.

The apartment looked nice, all clean and organized, not like my piece of shit apartment that had all my stuff in piles. It was cool in here, too, while my apartment was sweltering hot from too many high powered computers in too small a space. “Have a seat,” she said, and pointed to a living room with lots of books on shelves and a nice TV and a couple of couches at ninety degrees to each other so people on them could talk to each other. “Want something to drink? I have juice and soda and…” She looked at me. “Are you old enough to drink?”

“I’m twenty-five,” I said, “but I don’t drink alcohol. What kind of soda do you have?”

She gave off a list and I got a Sprite and then the tall beautiful woman sat down across from me on the other couch. “So, what brings you to my door with some amazing proof of my secret identity?”

“Well, technically, this is your secret identity,” I started to correct and then caught myself. “Um…”

She waited patiently, smiling at me. I couldn’t say it. I think she knew what I wanted but I still couldn't say it. Finally, when the awkwardness got too much for us, she said, “You’re here to blackmail me?” I nodded silently. “Well, I don’t have a lot of money. After being forced out of Starrware, I’m living off of savings and a small amount of money I get so they can continue to use my name in their corporate name.” We both waited an interminable amount of time. “So, what do you want from me?” she asked again. I think she was losing her patience.

I finally squeezed it out between my teeth. “Sex and stuff.”

“Sex and stuff?” she said, raising her voice. I would have cowered and put my hands up to protect myself but I knew that there was no way I could stop her from doing anything she wanted to me. And then I remembered I wanted her to do stuff to me and, now that I’d said it out loud, the terror was leaving me to be replaced by a normal amount of fear. “You want to blackmail me for sex?” she said again, incredulous.

I nodded my head. I saw her eyes get big and start to turn red. “Well, this is it,” I thought. “Life was short but it was worth the attempt,” and prepared to die. But she regained control of herself.

Janet Starr aka Power Girl sighed and said, “At least you’re cute.”

My face turned beet red and I stayed silent, honestly not able to speak once again.

“And shy,” she said after a minute. “Well, that’s endearing at least. What other kinds of things have you done with your superpower over computerized security systems?” Her tone was almost conversational.

“Um, I do contract work for a variety of security computer subcontractors who in turn work for bigger security contract firms who work for large companies. I use my abilities to make their systems impenetrable to anybody who isn’t me or Brainiac and, in return, I receive…”

She cut me off. “You’re an independent contractor?”

I nodded my head.

“Why don’t you just break into a bank system and steal a bunch of money?”

I could feel my eyes get big and horror go through my entire body. “Oh, no, that would be wrong!” I exclaimed.

Janet Starr started laughing. At me! I was about to cry. She stopped suddenly. “Oh, honey, no,” she said, realizing what I was thinking. “I wasn’t laughing at you. I was laughing at…” She thought about it. “Well, I was laughing at you but not in a mean way.” She floated up off the couch and faster than I could see, went to the fridge and got me another can of Sprite. I hadn’t even realized I’d finished the first one. She had a bottle of beer. “You might want to wait a minute before you open that,” she said of my can.

Then Power Girl, real name Kara Zor-L, looked straight at me, stuck the top of the bottle of beer in her mouth and, based on how her jaw moved, did something with her tongue. Her cheeks sucked in. I realized that she’d flipped off the cap with her tongue and beer was shooting out and down her throat. I had a very uncomfortable boner. Then, still looking at me, she pushed the neck of the bottle all the way into her mouth until her lips were right at the shoulder. Slowly, still staring at me the whole time, she tilted her head back and pushed the beer bottle farther in, her jaw widening as much as it could, but not weird like a snake, her lips sealed around it as she pushed the body into her mouth until just a half inch above the base of the bottle. She made certain I got a good long look and then pulled it out.

The bottle was covered in saliva, but it was whole. She took a towel that I hadn’t even noticed she’d brought in and wiped it down. Suddenly she spit and I heard a Ting! from my can. She reached up and caught something and showed it to me. It was the bottle cap. I picked up my can of Sprite and looked at the little dent on the side. “You might want to wait even longer to open that,” she said. Then she started talking almost to herself. “If the bottle broke in my throat,” she said, “it obviously wouldn’t hurt me. But the point is to have the control to shove it there without breaking it.” She shot to the fridge and back with the rest of the six pack. As she started tapping one of the bottles to get it to settle down, I copied her with my can. “So, the reason I was laughing. You say it’s wrong to rob a bank electronically but you’re here to blackmail me using stuff you found electronically so I’ll have sex with you. Is that right?”

“Yes,” I said, carefully opening my can then having to seal my lips on it as it started to geyser. I hadn’t waited long enough. “I mean, no,” I said. “I mean, yes, you got the facts right but not it’s not ‘right’ right,” I said, doing air quotes around the first right. “What I’m doing is wrong,” and I blushed.

“Well, at least you realize it.” She paused, then, “I could just wait until you check in and use my super senses to monitor you.”

I’d thought of that. The first security risk for a system was always the users. Spy on the users, for instance monitoring keystrokes or copying finger or retina prints, and you can get in. But I’m a pro; I know these things. I sighed. “I thought of that. It won’t work.”

“Why not?” she said, her eyes shining.

“I’m not going to tell you.”

“I could torture you,” she said, and a cold chill went up my back.

“Yes, you could,” I said, matter-of-factly, “but you probably won’t because you’re a good guy, or girl I mean, and it won’t help. I know my business. You can cut bits of me off or torture me and make me tell you everything I know but it’ll still go out and you’ll have a guilty conscience.”

“You’re very different when you talk about tech,” Kara observed, again matter-of-factly. “Confident. Competent.”

I sighed, miserable. “Yes, I just wish I could be that way in other areas of life.”

“Like getting laid?” she asked. The crassness surprised me. She laughed again. “If we’re going to do ‘sex and stuff,’ we should really be able to talk frankly about it. I could totally see into your pants when I deepthroated that bottle. I saw you get rock hard. Which was, of course, the desired result. So, my cute little blackmailer, what do you want to do to me and/or have me do to you?”

I realized suddenly that I hadn’t actually thought this far. Across from me, the tall, busty woman started to unbutton her shirt. Soon it was all the way open and I saw her bra over those huge tits and her muscular abs underneath. I saw the line of her neck up to her beautiful face, the way her hair fell around it. I don’t know what she saw in my face because suddenly she was gone.

And then she was sitting next to me on the couch. Except she had changed… clothes, that is. I looked over to see that same beautiful face but she was wearing a white long-sleeved leotard with bare legs and blue cuffed boots and gloves, a red belt around her waist. She had a short red cape attached by a gold chain that ran from one shoulder, over the top of her breasts and under the other arm. And there, right in the middle of her chest, was an oval window in the leotard that showed her cleavage. She had changed into her Power Girl costume. “Do you like me better this way?” she asked sweetly.

“Uhhhh…” I was saying when she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to hers. Our lips locked, sloppy. She tasted of raspberries and beer and instinctively I started working my tongue with hers. As I felt her hand at the back of my head, I knew I couldn’t move it any more than I could move a concrete pylon. It thrilled me somehow. And then I remembered she had to do what I said, this super woman, and that thrilled me more. She broke the kiss and shoved my head into that window in her leotard. I was looking at her breasts with my face pressed against them, my nose in between them. I don’t know what I expected from the breasts of the woman of steel but they were warm and soft and smelled like baby powder. She let me up.

“You like them?” the fulsome woman asked me, obviously talking about her tits.

“Uh, yes,” I said. I wanted to sound decisive but I just sounded shy. She laughed and the sound was awesome in my ears, like the peel of a beautiful bell. “But how…” I started, then stopped, not knowing how to answer the question.

“How do they stop bullets?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“It’s complicated.”

“Did you feel my face there?” I asked, finally getting close to the questions I was wondering.

She laughed again. “Yes. And to answer your next question, if a bullet hits them, it bounces off and it doesn’t hurt and I kind of don’t notice it. However, if you were to caress them with a feather, I would feel every bit of that and I would love it. Speaking of which,” she said. “Do you like me better like this?” She disappeared and then reappeared again in front of me. “Or like this?”

Power Girl was sitting next to me on a couch in her apartment and she was completely naked. I took in the sight, from her large yet buoyant breasts, down her muscular abs and incredibly narrow waist, over her hips, like a pale hill spreading out from her waist. She was sitting with her knees together but at her thighs I could see the top of her bush, bright yellow like her hair, rising from between them. I realized my jaw had dropped open and I regained control enough to say, “Like this.”

“Well, don’t leave me hanging,” she said, then lifted one breast from underneath, licked it, and laughed. “Let’s see what you’ve got under those clothes.” I hesitated shyly and then shrugged out of my jacket, before pulling my shirt over my head so I was naked from the waist up, feeling a little cold and very nervous. She looked at me and tilted her head to the side. “How much do you weigh?”

“Um, 120 pounds,” I answered, bewildered and embarrassed at the question.

“Maybe soaking wet,” she said, then the next question. “Have you ever been with a woman?” She stopped herself. “That’s like the stupidest way ever to ask that. Have you ever had sex with a woman? Or a girl maybe? A girl when you were younger?” I shook my head. “Ever dated?”

“Not really,” I said, my face burning so much it was going down my neck to my bare chest.

“Ever been on a date?” she pressed. I just shook my head. “Well, let me show you around,” she said, smiling again. She gently took my left hand which was between my side and the back of the couch in her right. We weren’t quite facing each other, more at a ninety-degree angle, her bare knees touching my jean-clad ones. She gently pulled my hand up to caress the side of her breast. It was soft and warm, just like it had been on my face. “Women like to have their breasts touched by their lovers,” she said silkily and helped me caress hers, putting my whole palm on it, then helping me brush around to the front where I found the firmer skin of her areola. “The breasts are quite sensitive, especially the nipple. When I’m in the middle of sex, really getting into it, I like them pinched or pulled or bitten. I can feel that even though it’s not a knife or a bullet. And when I’m masturbating, I’ll do it myself. I pinch them and they’re actually big enough that I can bite them myself.”

I must have shown something on my face because she asked, “Amazed that I bite my own nipples?” Once again, I don’t know what she saw. I thought my face hadn’t changed at all. “No, amazed that I masturbate! Women masturbate too, you know.”

“I…” I stammered. “That is, I…”

“Haven’t you seen videos on the internet?”

“Yes, of course, it’s just that it’s different to know that women masturbate as opposed to seeing professional girls masturbate on the internet. And very much different than having a beautiful female superhero tell you they masturbate.” She just smiled at me.

“You really are a darling,” she said. “Here, let me have your other hand,” and she took my right one in her left and guided it to her hip. “You like the way that feels?” she asked. I was bending over at the waist to reach. She kept gently pulling it around until it was on her pale asscheek. “Go ahead and grab it,” she said. I grabbed it. The skin was soft and, underneath, her ass was soft yet muscular. My face was staring at the boob I didn’t have my hand on. “Suck it,” she whispered to me as she pulled my head to her bare breast. Instinctively, I opened wide, as wide as I could and she filled my mouth with her breast. I started sucking. She moaned. “Oh, yes, bite on it.” I closed my jaws slowly, biting it, feeling it give, and stopped. “Harder,” she said so I bit harder, my teeth pushing deeper into her soft flesh. “Bite it as hard as you can,” she said. “You can’t hurt me.” So I bit Power Girl’s huge tit as hard as I could. I obviously couldn’t break the skin but it seemed to have the effect she wanted because she moaned again, holding my head to her, “Oh, Mr. Blackmailer, yes, just like that.” I grabbed ahold of her ass with the hand already there and snaked my other one to grab her other asscheek. She moved so she was sitting on both my hands while I groped her big ass which was, like her breasts, soft with steel muscles underneath.

I kept biting as she pulled my head off her breast, clamping down on her nipple at the end. “Oh, yes, very good,” Power Girl said to me as I bit her nipple as hard as I could. Then she pushed me back into the corner of the couch. “Okay, time to continue the tour,” she said and scooted closer so we were side by side with her bare hip against my jean-covered hip. She pulled up the leg on the other side of her from me so her foot was on the sofa and her knee by her shoulder and grabbed my hand again and, thrusting her pelvis out, pulled it to her pussy.

Power Girl ran my fingers through her golden pubic hair. “This is my bush,” she said, then lightly traced my fingers over the mound underneath and then the hills on either side of her pussy. “This is my vulva.” My fingers were traced along the thin folds of flesh closer to the center. “These are my labia or lips.” I actually knew all this but there was no way I was going to interrupt this ‘tour.’ And, to be honest, I’d never felt any of this on a woman. Like her tits, it was soft yet firm. She grabbed my index and middle finger and shoved them into the hole in the middle. It was hot and wet and felt amazing. My cock was rock hard. “This is my vagina or pussy, this hole right here. The whole thing is also called a vagina or pussy too. It’s your job to know what I’m talking about when I say either of those words. Is it wet?”

“Yes,” I croaked out.

She smiled and kind of nuzzled my hair with her nose while she held my hand in her vagina. “You’ve done that to me,” she said. “You came here and blackmailed me for sex, which is hot and made me wet. You’re cute, which made me wet. Your hands on my body made me wet. Your mouth on mine,” she was actually purring now, “and on my breast made me very wet.”

“It did?” I said lamely.

“Yes. And we’re about to go to the next step,” she said. “Remember how I didn’t break the bottle?”

I nodded.

“Well, I can turn coal into a diamond with these muscles but I can also make them only as strong as a human’s or not strong at all. I want you to know that.” She pulled my fingers out and placed them on bulge of flesh just in front of the hole, partially covered by her golden pubic hair. “This is the most important part of my anatomy tonight as far as you’re concerned, Mr. Blackmailer. This is the clit. I have one just like every human woman and it’s basically just like the head of your penis.” She looked me in the eyes. “You’re going to get on your knees and lick it. You’re not going to stop until I tell you to.”

Of course I did what she said. I got on my knees and she pulled up her other leg and opened up her thighs so she was wide open like a butterfly, feet on either side of her butt, knees on either side of her shoulders. And I put my face into her pussy as instructed, her blonde bush tickling my nose. I looked up to the bottoms of those huge tits and I stuck my tongue to Power Girl’s clit. And I started licking. I had read online to trace the alphabet so I did that: a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h…

“Put your fingers in me,” Power Girl commanded throatily and I stuck two of the fingers of my right hand into her pussy. “More.” The third finger. “More.” Four fingers. “More.” I added the forefinger of the left hand. y,z,a,b,c,d,e,f my tongue traced as I went back to the beginning of the alphabet. “Oh, yes!” I felt her whole body go rigid, felt her cunt tighten. I waited for it to crush my fingers but it didn’t. I realized she had just orgasmed and I stopped. I looked up at the Woman of Steel and, after a pause, she looked down at me and her pupils got red, “I said not to stop!”

I obeyed and I was back to licking: a,b,c,d,e,f. She was pulling her nipples, pulling her tits apart and I could see the rapture on her face. “More fingers!” I had seven fingers in her now. I felt her cunt flex again and then her body did as well. Her eyes were closed and I saw her eyelids glow red. I realized she had just shot her eye lasers when she came. But she kept her eyes closed so she wouldn’t cut through the entire building. “All of them!” I would say she screamed and it sounded like she was screaming, but it wasn’t super volume. I shoved the rest of the fingers of my left hand to join the fingers of my right. Her cunt flexed, her eyes glowed. I really went at it: A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H. “Thumbs too!” she howled and I shoved my thumbs into her pussy. It was really stretching. Was it because she was a superhero? Cunt flex, eyelid glow.

“Shove your hands in!” I did what she said until both sets of knuckles were at the door to her womanhood. Still pulling her tits apart, Power Girl’s eyes opened to stare down at me. I was scared again but just kept at it: A,B,C,D,E,F I ate her out like my life depended on it. Actually, I was afraid it did. She held up her hands like they were praying, put her thumbs between her palms. She mimed pushing up and, as she did, clasped them, her fingers intertwined. “Do it like this,” she hissed and then her head fell back and she was pulling on her tits again. A,B,C,D,E,F I did like she’d showed and put my thumbs between my hands and shoved them so my knuckles crossed the threshold of her pussy. I felt it tighten again, saw her eyelids glow, heard her shout, “Yes!” and I had my hands clasped inside of Power Girl’s vagina.

A,B,C,D,E,F I could look down my face to where my hands were swallowed up by the superheroine’s pussy, about half in, half out. But I didn’t stop licking. My jaw hurt from being held open and my tongue would have been dry if I didn’t periodically dip into the juice coming from inside her. “Deeper!” she growled and I shoved my hands in deeper, until my wrist bones were just outside her holy vault. Her body tensed, her cunt squeezed, her eyes glowed as she came. Tense, squeeze, glow. Tense, squeeze, glow. Tense, squeeze, glow. “Deeper!” she growled again and now my wrist bones had joined my hands inside Power Girl’s cunt. I could see the ends of my forearms, pressed together, and then the ends of my forearms disappeared inside her. In there, it felt hot, like a furnace. I realized it was just her body temperature. I felt her squeeze my hands but still not so hard she destroyed them.

I realized she had a hand in my hair, was gripping it. I was afraid she would tear it all out or pull off my scalp but she was just moving my head, I realized, so my tongue went to different parts of her clit. Left, right, center, up, down. A,B,C,D,E,F I started twisting my clasped hands inside her. I could no longer see her eyes glowing but I felt her body and her cunt tense. Tense, squeeze, tense, squeeze, tense, squeeze. I didn’t lose count. A,B,C,D,E,F Twist my wrists. Tense, squeeze, tense, squeeze, tense, squeeze, tense, squeeze, tense, squeeze. With the last one her whole body bowed back and she twisted and writhed, Finally she pulled my head off of her clit.

What a weird picture we would have been to an outsider watching us. The tall, muscular blonde with the huge tits sitting on her couch, her legs up and open wide like two bat wings, holding my oily hair in her grasp as she looked down at me. I had my head at pussy height and my skinny naked chest in front of the couch as I kneeled in my jeans. And my skinny arms came together and disappeared into the muscular woman’s base. Power Girl was panting and covered with sweat. I felt her pussy flex around my arms, slowly getting firmer and firmer, tighter and tighter. I pushed my arms together as much as I could but it was still starting to hurt. I cried out as I felt the bones of my arms bend….

Power Girl looked down at me, kneeling in front of her with my hands trapped in her pussy, feeling like my bones might break. “What do you say, Mr. Blackmailer?” she said cruelly, but with a hint of humor. “I fly out of here gripping your arms with my pussy so you’re hanging a thousand feet over the ground and I’m in this position and I take you to the police?” I just gawked. “Yes? No?” the super woman taunted me.

“No?” I croaked out.

“No? Okay, well, I’ll just have to teach you how to get out of this particular Chinese finger puzzle.” She held up her hands. I realized she had floated a few inches off the couch, her knees still up and open wide so my arms were oriented straight up and down. “On a human woman, you could hurt her if you do it wrong. With me, you could hurt yourself by doing it wrong.” Her pussy relaxed, quite a bit actually. She held her hands up in front of her clasped, thumbs inside, forearms together. “Okay, you pull out like this and open your hands.” She pulled her hands down, keeping her arms together and opened her hands so they were steepled as if in prayer, thumbs inside. I followed suit and I could see my wrist bones and wrists again. Now I had my palms pressed together inside Power Girl’s pussy. “Are you right- or left-handed?” she asked.

“Right,” I said.

“Okay, it’s important because we’re going to get your nondominant hand, which is smaller, out first. Push your right hand up into a fist,” and she demonstrated with her thumb inside her right fist but her left hand where it was. I followed suit. She continued, “The skinniest part of your arm should be at the mouth of my cunt. Press your right arm to the side to stretch me more and, curling your knuckles as much as you can, pull out your left hand.” I pushed my right arm to the side and pulled my left out. When my knuckles came through she shuddered and her pussy tensed and she closed her eyes so they glowed red. “You just made me cum again,” she said, smiling. “I’ve lost track of how many times you’ve done that to me.”

“Seventeen,” I said automatically. Power Girl stopped and stared at me. I still had one fist in her pussy. “It’s adorable that you kept count but how did you know so accurately?”

“Well, your body makes it really obvious but, also, each time you closed your eyes and they turned red.”

“Yeah, I shoot my eye lasers whenever I cum. That led to a lot of destruction when I was younger and masturbating until I realized what was happening.”

“But I thought you didn’t have your powers when you were younger,” I said.

“Well, yes, but I meant younger, as in a couple of years ago. But never mind that, I think you gave me the best head I’ve ever had. No, strike that. I KNOW that you gave me the best head I’ve ever had. I’ve never done anything or had anything done to me that made me cum half that much. However,” she paused, seeming to collect herself, “you’ve still got one fist in my pussy that needs to come out.” Somehow, I’d forgotten. She continued to demonstrate, pulling her right hand back and opening it as she did so it was like a karate chop. I followed suit, pulling my hand out of her cunt. Once again, when my knuckles came through the entrance to her pussy, she closed her eyes and tensed and I felt her pussy squeeze on my hand for the final time. She opened her eyes as she finally brought her legs together and down in front of me, crossing them. She was still floating a little so I could see the roundness of her ass where she would normally be sitting and her pussy, the whole thing, peaking between. “Eighteen,” she said and smiled. She grabbed the towel and wiped the sweat from her face and tits. “Lick my juices from your hands,” she said matter-of-factly, in what I thought was more of a command than a suggestion.

I followed her command exuberantly. My hands and arms were starting to dry, but I sucked all of my fingers and licked my hands, palms and backs, and my wrists and forearms, all where they’d been inside her. It tasted salty and sweet and musky with a lot of umami and just general deliciousness. When I looked up again, she was staring back down at me, kind of surprised even though I was just doing what she’d told me. “Do I taste good?” she asked slowly.

“Delicious!” I proclaimed.

Power Girl, sitting a few inches above her couch naked, said. “Well, Mr. Blackmailer. You blackmail me so you can eat me out better than anyone I’ve ever had, give me no less than eighteen orgasms, and then suck your fingers clean of my juices. I think you could have any number of women with that formula for success.” I didn’t know what to say to that. “Where’d you learn to eat pussy so good?”

“Um, that’s my first time,” I said. “I just did what you told me.”

“Well, that’s certainly a good part of your success,” she said. “Doing what I want, what I tell you to do. The rest must be natural talent.” I felt proud of myself, discovering a talent I didn’t know I had. She looked over at a clock on her wall. “Do you need to do something so my secret identity doesn’t get exposed to the world? It’s been almost two hours.”

“Nope, it’s automatic,” I said. “I made a program that would make a program that would make certain I’m still alive and free and generally whole and then only sends out the info if that’s not the case.”

“So you created a program that creates another program?” the naked superheroine asked me.

“Yup,” I said, feeling proud for the second time in only a few minutes, a new record for me.

“You know that’s how Brainiac came into existence.” She paused. I must have been staring at her dumbfounded. “But you told me you’re better than him or Lex so I’ll just have to take your word for it that you won’t unleash an evil android onto the world. Let’s hope for the best.”

I looked around and suddenly there was once again a can of Sprite in my hand, top open, fizzy contents not exploding. Super Girl was shooting the back of her throat with another bottle of beer while I wet my very dry mouth, tongue and throat with the fizzing beverage. “What now, Mr…” She stopped herself. “What’s your name, Mr. Blackmailer?”

“Milo,” I answered.

“Well, Milo,” she said. “If you can do that for me every time, we should start dating. You come over here every Friday, blackmail me, go down on me like that and I’ll marry you.” She started to laugh but saw another look in my eyes and stopped. I knew what she saw this time; she’d offered me my greatest wish and then laughed about it. She settled softly down until she was sitting on the couch again and helped me up so I was sitting next to her. The beautiful blonde put her arm around my bare shoulders and pressed her tit into me. “I’ll do literally anything you want,” she purred to me, then stopped herself. “Well, no, there’s a lot of things I won’t do, but, if I would do it with anybody anywhere, it’ll be with you right now.”

“Okay,” I said and gulped my Sprite, still speechless.

“I would have to because of the blackmail and I want to because of what you just did to me. What is your deepest desire to do with Power Girl?” I was struck speechless again. She saw that. “Okay, let’s back off from that. What do they do in the porn that you watch?” I hesitated. “Really, Milo, you went to all the trouble to find my secret identity and find a foolproof way to blackmail me, you should really get paid for your effort, and you’ve chosen the coin.”

“I like zero percent pussy.”

“Oh, yeah, that stuff's hot.”

“You know what I’m talking about?” I asked, incredulous.

“Sure,” the blonde superheroine said confidently. “I watch a lot of porn.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’m kind of super sexual as well. It’s a nuisance.” She blushed, then sighed. “And it’s not like I can date normal guys or even have a one-night-stand.” She switched to a male voice. “’Hey, naked, you look like Power Girl.’” Back to her normal voice, “Secret identity blown. Poohhh,” she said, making explosion gestures with her hands, then giggling. “Even while I blow them.” I was staring at her again and averted my eyes while she looked at me.

“What about other superheroes?” I asked.

She grimaced. “Most of the ones who know my identity are my cousins. Which I admit is hot but they’re kind of sticks in the mud.” She changed the subject. “What do you like about zero percent pussy?”

I swallowed, hard. “Well, the girls aren’t getting off,” and I trailed off.

“They’re just pleasing the guys with their bodies and not getting anything in return, at least not being stimulated?” I nodded. “Well, that is pretty hot. And you’ve certainly already given me my fair share of pleasure. What else?”

“So, there’s lots of anal and oral.”

“Both kinds of sodomy,” she pointed out. “You like that?”

I nodded silently. “Especially the anal.”

“Ass to mouth?” she asked, surprising me again. I nodded again, embarrassed.

She nodded back. “Well, I’ll do ass to mouth, pussy to mouth. I’d eat my own ass and pussy if I could reach them. Some of that porn has the girls rimming the guys. You like that?” I nodded again, almost curling in on myself. “Cool. Take your pants off.”

I hesitated at first, then got really excited and pulled my pants off to show my huge, rock-hard boner. Power Girl pushed my thighs up so my knees were open and going towards my shoulders and, on her knees, shoved her face into my ass. I could see her blonde bob on either side of my dick and felt my balls resting on her nose as her tongue licked around my asshole. It was velvety and oh so good. Her muscular back was like a ramp for a motorcycle jump with her big ass at the end the end a lip of firm yet soft pale flesh. Her tongue pushed on my back door and my body tensed as I felt sexual excitement emanating from it. Then she was in. The muscle of my rectum was nothing to the power of her tongue. I could feel it actually rimming me, making lazy circles inside me.

“Uuuuhhh…”I moaned and she continued. It felt great but then it seemed to lose its allure.

Power Girl’s head popped up over my cock, smiling. She scooted in and wrapped her huge tits around my hard cock. “How about a boob job?” she said, smiling. I could feel the soft pillows engulfing me, stimulating me. I came almost instantly. With super speed, she made sure my first shot of cum covered her face then she bent her neck forward so she had the head of my cock in her mouth. She kept stroking the shaft with her huge tits while she sucked the head of my cock and swallowed my cum. It seemed never ending.

When I was done, she plopped down next to me and started rubbing her clit. “Just a second,” she said.

Power Girl closed her eyes and shot her lasers into her lids as she made a high-pitched moaning sound. I knew her pussy clenched as her body tensed. “Nineteen,” I thought to myself.

“You’re bigger than most guys,” the superheroine said to me matter-of-factly. “About Superman’s size.”

“You’ve seen his…?” I started, then trailed off.

“Yup.” She tapped the side of her head by her eye. “X-ray vision. We’ve all checked each other out, though none of us admit it. You’re bigger than Superboy.” My cock started to move again at the sound of Kara Zor-L telling me she and her super cousins look at each other under their costumes. She reached over and started stroking my growing cock. “You know, you taste good too.”

I was dying with curiosity. “So, have you ever done any other superheroes? I know you said most of them were your cousins, but there must be a couple…”

The blonde superheroine smiled brightly. “That’s the sexiest question you’ve asked me. Yes, I have, but only one of the heroes. Can you guess which one?”

“Umm ... .Green Lantern?” She shook her head. “Batman?”

“Nope, but you’re in the right ballpark. They’re part of the JLA.”

The use of the word ‘they’ tipped me off. “Wonder Woman?” I asked, unable to keep the incredulity out of my voice, the hotness of the idea making it shake.

“Yup,” she said, her smile huge now, and sexy. “She tied me up. You can tie me up too. Or handcuff me. I promise not to escape,” and her smile turned positively devilish. “She’s actually pretty good in bed. I had wondered if she would be, since she grew up on an island with all women. She said she had lots of experience, and it showed. She’s the second best cunnilinguist I’ve had, after you.” The thought of Wonder Woman eating Power Girl’s pussy had me rock hard again. “Ah, there we go. I figured that would do the trick,” the blonde said of my hardening cock.

Power Girl pulled some lube from her bedside table and slathered my cock with it. “For your protection,” she said. “Raw dogging me will actually cause me some pain but no damage. On the other hand, it can certainly damage you.” Then the muscular blonde got on her knees and elbows, ass pointing up. Her legs were spread wide so her ass wasn’t too high for me to get to.

I got up on my knees behind the beautiful blonde superheroine and looked down at that amazing round ass, those muscular thighs, the muscular back tilting down like another motorcycle ramp, this one with the blonde head at the end. I could see her tits peeking out on either side of her torso behind her arms. And I was lining my cock up with her pretty pink asshole. I pushed the head of my cock against Power Girl’s rectum. “Harder,” she grunted. “Get it inside me.” She paused then grunted again, “Pleasure yourself on my asshole.” I leaned into it and my cock popped into her asshole, sliding easily into her. I almost fell forward as I buried it to the hilt inside her. “Oh, yes,” she said. “I felt your balls hit my pussy. Spank my ass.”

“How…” I started.

“Don’t ask. I’ll tell you later. Spank my ass.” So I hit her ass with a solid Smack! I didn’t hold back; after all, she was a superheroine. Still…”Harder!” she commanded so I smacked her harder. To my amazement, a red print of my hand was left on her ass. “Harder!” I put my whole body into it. I was tethered to her by my cock in her ass but I wound up for the hit. “Uh,” she said. “Yes. Now play the bongos on my ass while you fuck it.”

I listened and obeyed, hands going up and down as hard as I could, hitting the top, or back you could say, in rapid succession as hard as I could, leaving handprints that blurred together to become big patches of red. Meanwhile, in time with my strikes I was thrusting my hips in and out, banging my hipbones, prominent and sharp since I was so skinny, against her soft pillowy asscheeks. Since she’d mentioned it, I felt my balls hitting her cunt. Her rectum wasn’t really squeezing me; it was just a hard ring, like steel, just a little too small for my cock as I slid in and out of her.

I was fucking Power Girl’s ass and I was loving it! She cheered me on, “Oh, don’t stop! Fuck me as hard and as fast as you can! Aaaahhhh, just like that!” I fell forward over her ass and rested my chest on her back, my hips still swiveling and bucking so I kept fucking her. Grabbing a handful of golden hair, I pulled her head back. She let me, her neck and back bowing, her eyes closed, mouth open, a string of drool actually hanging from her lip. Reaching around, I grabbed a big handful of soft glorious tit and realized she had one of her hands at her pussy. My head level with hers, I was able to look over and see her face closely from the side as rapture hit and her eyelids glowed. That set me off.

“I’m gonna cum!” I warned.

The wind blew my hair back and clawed at my skin, drawing tears from my eyes as I closed them against it. It felt the strongest on my nipples. I had vertigo because I had moved so fast and then stopped. Opening my eyes, I saw down a thousand feet to the lit buildings of New York City. Karen was below me, holding me up. We were both vertical and my thighs were on her shoulders. With one arm, she cradled my ass in the crook of her elbow and held my lower back with her splayed hand. I screamed in fear and quickly wrapped myself around her blonde head, grabbing handfuls of golden hair. I would have lost my erection to the fear but she was expertly sucking my cock. “Ass to mouth!” I thought exultantly and that kept me hard. Power Girl sucked my cock and twirled her tongue around the head at super speed, then shoved it down her throat. I could feel it squeezing my cock like it must have squeezed the beer bottle necks. When I was all the way in, she licked my scrotum where it met the base of my cock. Peripherally, I realized that she had her free hand at her pussy, furiously rubbing her clit. I swore I smelled smoke as she rubbed it.

“I’m cumming!” I shouted again, head going back, still holding onto her. The superheroine easily slipped my grasp and caught me so I was horizontal, thighs against her arms, knees bent over her shoulders. My cock geysered white goo all over her huge tits. She hit her own orgasm and her head shot back. This time, she had her eyes open and her orgasm lasers shot into the empty night sky. I was panting, starting to get afraid again. This amazing woman juggled me briefly and then we were flying over the city.

We were horizontal. Power Girl was in the “superman” pose, one hand stretched in front, her feet pointed behind, head up to look ahead. Her other arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me close to her, chest to chest. I had my arms around her neck and legs around her naked waist. As we flew, realizing her arm was safer than any roller coaster restraint, I let go and hung back over her arm, legs and arms open, hollering at my freedom. I couldn’t hear her laugh over the wind but I saw her face light up as she did that and balanced me easily, keeping me from falling.

Power Girl swerved suddenly left then right then up and down and I reflexively wrapped my arms and legs around her once more. At first, I thought she was doing it to give me a ride but she kept at it, seeming unconsciously. At the time I didn’t know why she was flying so erratically, but I found out later when I tried to find video of us flying naked above the city. While we flew naked, she was instinctively avoiding cameras and sensors from above, below, in front, back and either side. I wondered how often she flew at night in the buff and, later, I found out it was lots. She loved it.

My cum was sandwiched between our chest, my skinny caved one and her buxom billowy one but I didn’t care – I was staring up at her as she looked ahead of us. “You have to choose,” she shouted over the wind, then slowed down enough for us to talk.

“What?” I asked, bewildered.

“You have to choose which of us to date. Power Girl or Karen Starr.”

“Huh?” I asked again. “You mean, like, which of you to go to dinner with?”

“Yes,” then, “and, well, which you want to be seen with.”

“I’m still not following,“ I said, yelling over the wind.
“If you choose Power Girl, you’ll be world famous. You’ll be on the covers of newspapers and TV. It’s not all glamor, though. There’ll be paparazzi, like for any famous person. But supervillains will kidnap you to lure me to their lairs and traps and shit. They probably won’t kill you, though, they don’t seem to do that.”

“That sounds awful!” I shouted back. We were going slower but not slow. “I actually feel like I’m going to throw up just thinking about it!” and I actually started to retch.

“Well, then you can date Karen Starr.”

“What will that entail?” I shouted, dread filling me.

“Well, we’ll go out to dinner and, when I get my company back or start a new one, you’ll go to parties with me. If things work out, who knows? Maybe we’ll get married.” My whole body started to shake and Power Girl actually stopped in midair and put us both vertical. “What’s wrong?” she asked, panic on her face.

My teeth were clenched and chattering at the same time as I held on to her for dear life. I definitely wasn’t hard and I didn’t care that it was cold, though she was warm enough. I was finally able to make my lips and tongue move again. “That sounds awful too!” I more or less wailed. “I mean, not as bad, but…” I sobbed, realizing I couldn’t be what she described. “There’s a reason I live alone, that I don’t date or have friends or a girlfriend. Can’t I just…” and I waved with one hand.

“Blackmail me and then fuck?” she asked, deadpan, flat.

“Yes!” I said, then started to cry more. “No!” A big sob then, “That’s what I wanted, what I thought I wanted and it was amazing! But, getting to know you over these past few hours, I feel something, something I don’t recognize or know what to do with. I want to be with you emotionally and physically besides the sex. Can’t we just watch movies and have sex or have sex and then watch movies.”

The corner of her mouth curled quirkily. “Netflix and chill?” she asked, the flat voice gone, replaced with amusement and something else.

“Yeah!” Then, epiphany. “Wait! That’s what that means?!”

She laughed, head back, mouth open, peels floating on the breeze. “Yes. Yes, Milo the blackmailer, that’s what that means.” She gently wiped tears from my face, our naked bodies pressed together. My cum had dried on her amazing tits but still neither of us cared. “What else do you do for fun?”

“Play video games,” I said, words coming in a rush, so happy that she didn’t hate me. “Do you play?”

She laughed again. “I’ll learn.” We were spinning slowly in the air. I realized I’d gotten colder, that I could see the lights of the US below us. I didn’t notice us going this high. I started to shiver but Kara Zor-L literally warmed me with her breath, a cloud of it steaming in the cold air as it enveloped my body. “But!” she said, holding a finger pointing straight up in front of my face. “You have to go to dinner with me this Friday. And any other time I ask. And go out with me anytime I want, when it’s just the two of us.”

“Okay,” I said, and hugged her tight. We kissed, another amazing kiss but not frantic or sexual, just loving and tender and lasting forever. When it ended, I was the one who bent my head and rested my forehead against hers.

So I felt her smile when she asked, humor in her voice, “Any chance you wanna stop blackmailing me?”

“Maybe later,” I replied dreamily.

“That’s cool,” she said, “It is actually, as I said, hot, a real turn on,” and she flew us back to her apartment in the city where we fucked till dawn.

So, that’s how I lost my virginity – somewhat spectacularly, you have to admit. And that’s how I met Kara Zor-L, aka Karen Starr, aka Power Girl. We became each other’s secret lovers, a nondescript couple out on dates in cities far from New York. You, no doubt, will say that there’s no record of us being together. But there wouldn’t be, of course, with my cybersecurity and reconnaissance mastery and her very good ability to keep secrets. You might scoff at me and say I’m delusional or there’s no proof. But there is proof. I had my tablets recording sound all that first night - and a few other nights in the future. And believe me when I say that we were not quiet. Kara was cool with me recording; any kind of turn on was good by her. And she was good at video games, slowing her reflexes down so she matched me instead of dominating me. And, yes, we did a lot of Netflix and chill.

By the way, my gentle reader, if you want proof, can find the recordings…if you try hard enough…and you’re smart enough. You’ve gotten quite far already, finding this blog, which will cease to exist in moments.

Good luck.

Signed,

Milo the Ripper (but not the murdering kind)

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Desert Fun

The night is cold in the desert and I’m standing naked with a boner. My name is Milo and I’m a tall, thin, pimply computer programmer out here with the woman whom I consider the most beautiful and powerful in the world, Kara Zor L, aka Power Girl. She’s standing a hundred feet from me, smiling, legs spread, hands on hips, the very picture of a superheroine. She’s wearing a Halloween costume that looks just like her regular costume: white long-sleeved leotard, long blue boots and gloves, a red belt and a red cape. Of course, the leotard has an oval window on the chest that shows her cleavage. We actually bought a costume a size too small for her buxom figure so her boobs and the edges of areolae are pressing out of that window. Plus, she has both a camel toe and a wedgie.

Between us is a wall of bulletproof glass – the truly impenetrable kind – six feet tall and six feet wide with a two foot hole in it. The hole is for the barrel of the heavy machine gun we “borrowed” from the US Military. Behind me is a rock glowing red with heat to keep me from freezing in the cold desert air. I open fire on Power Girl. The high velocity, burning hot lead makes short work of the costume on her boobs, burning and shredding it even as the bullets bounce off the girl herself. Exposed to the air, her nipples grow harder than they already were. How she gets hard nipples when she doesn’t feel even the cold of space is pretty complicated. Another hail of bullets across her thighs releases the strained costume from covering her below the waist. It falls away to reveal her golden bush and swollen pussy and clit.

The shooting done, Power Girl holds up her hands to present herself to me. “Like what you see?” she calls out.

“I love it!” I call back exuberantly.

“How about this?” and she turns around and bends over, presenting her ass, bare now after the bullet shredding, to my horny gaze. It’s shaped like a heart, wide and soft yet muscular, her muscled legs underneath. I open fire and bounce the high powered bullets off her ass. “Hahahahaha!” Her laugh fills the dessert. “See if you can hit the good parts!” Power Girl says and pulls her asscheeks apart to better reveal her pussy and asshole. Her fingers creep in and open up her pussy lips and even gape her asshole for me. I take careful aim and then send another hundred rounds at her bare ass.

A few penetrate her holes. “Ah!” “Ooh!” “Ee!” she says as each scorching piece of lead flies into her vagina. They don’t hurt her, she just wants to get me even more excited. “AH!” The loudest one is for the one that hits her asshole.

“Done!” I shout and she flies instantly to me as I stand and, lying flat on nothing, knees pulled up and open, she slams her ass into my pelvis. I’ve got my back against the bulletproof glass to support me as my cock pushes through her rectum and balls deep into her asshole. “Oh, yes!” I shout and grab her hips. I’m pulling her back and forth though I’m actually just guiding her hips as she flies back and forth in front of me. Her rectum, lubed up, is a steel ring around my cock, slowly tightening until I cry out at the junction between pleasure and pain. She’s learned to hit just that right spot. “Oh, God!” I cry. “You’re amazing!”

“Hah!” she cries out, flies off my cock, and then slams back, her ass hitting my thighs again, my cock in her pussy now.

“Ah!” I shout. There’s just enough pain to make me feel it. She could crush me like this or squeeze my dick to pulp but, luckily for me, she does neither of those things. Instead, she starts spinning, her vagina twisting on my cock. I have my hands out of the way. With her knees up like they are, she looks like a spinning wing nut. It’s stupid and silly looking, I’m well aware, but it feels awesome as the hot, wet, muscular tunnel rotates on me. A couple of minutes of that and both of us are panting.

“Aaaahhhh!!!” she cries and her whole body tenses as her vagina clamps down hard, right at my pain threshold. Lasers shoot out of her eyes as she continues to spin, illuminating the desert, cutting through the bulletproof glass, gouging the sand, cutting my glowing rock in half, then shooting out into space. She’s orgasmed. She has three more in quick succession. Calling her multi-orgasmic is like calling the ocean deep or space boundless - a complete understatement.

By her fifth orgasm, I’m ready and I let her know it. “I’m gonna cum.” Her vagina relaxes completely to the consistency of jelly as she pulls off so my cock doesn’t go with her. Then she changes ends, mouth open, and impales her mouth and throat on my cock. She’s still horizontal, stretched out, but now her legs are straight and her arms at her sides. She spins again, slower now, while her tongue works the head of my cock. I control her again, grabbing her head and spinning her while thrusting my cock in and out of her, down her throat or back to her sucking mouth. I pull out and shoot my load up in an arc and she quickly turns so she’s flying on her back. She mewls in pleasure as my cum hits her tits and face. She loves that part; personally, I’d have preferred to cum down her throat instead.

I drop to my haunches, panting. Her laser eyes not only cut the rock into pieces, they heated it up to a nice shade of yellow, giving off enough heat to keep my naked body nice and toasty. She’s standing next to me in the light from it. The rags left of her costume go on top of the heated rock, melting more than burning. “How was that?” she asked.

“Amazing,” I say. Now it was time for the next kink. We get a couple of pieces of KFC chicken and start chowing down. The skin is kind of gooey in my mouth but I like the salt. She likes how the grease coats her skin as she rubs it on her chin first, then her cheeks and forehead and then her large boobs.
Her thighs open and her pelvis tilted awkwardly, Power Girl looks down and, spreading her labia with her fingers, shoves a meaty drumstick in her pussy, followed by another one. “Mmmm,” she says, “Warm. And greasy.” I see a bit of bone sticking out. Power Girl is very sensual…and an alien. Which leads her to, in the name of getting off, do the weirdest, most awkward fucking things on the planet. I mean, sure it feels great to have a pussy or mouth spinning on your cock at high speed but it looks weird. Turn on wise, the looks and feel essentially cancel each other out.

“What do you think of having a threesome?” I ask as I keep eating chicken. It might be a loaded question for some women, coming from their boyfriend, but I know she’ll be fine with it. She once described herself as “super sexual” so she’s into all kinds of things.

“Who’d you have in mind?” she asks. She’s rubbing another drumstick on her chest to get my cum on the greasy meat. As I watch, she pulls one of the drumsticks from her pussy and starts eating both sticks, one from her pussy and one with my cum on it, alternating bites.

“Um, nobody,” I say. “Would anybody you know be interested?”

She doesn’t pause to think, just answers, “Well, Wonder Woman owes me one, so she would work.”

I almost choke on my chicken thigh. Her answers and statements continue to catch me by surprise. “So, um, why…”I start, but she knows my question already.

“I did one with her and her occasional boyfriend Steve.”

“What did you guys do?” I ask, genuinely curious, though my boner is obviously back.

“Well, we started by tying ourselves together with Diana’s magic lasso and playing ‘Truth or Dare.’ Which is quite fun. All of us had to tell the truth but Diana had to do whatever we dared her.”

“What’d you dare her to do?” I ask as, imagining the three of them tied up, I drool around my chicken.

“Eat my pussy while Steve banged her from behind.”

“Sounds hot.”

“It was amazing. Like I told you once, she’s the second best pussy eater I’ve ever had, though unfortunately I haven’t had a lot of people go down on me.”

“You said that was how it started?” I ask.

“Yeah, after that Wonder Woman wanted to be the baloney in a sex sandwich so Steve continued to nail her from behind while she fucked me with a strap-on.”

“Does she use a lot of strap-ons?” I continue. I was pretty certain I was ready to shoot another load.

“Sure. She fucks her Amazon sisters all the time. I imagine she does Steve too though neither of them will admit to it.”

A sudden question crosses my mind. “What’s the strap-on made of?” I mean, the normal stuff would be shredded by two superheroines.

“Well, sometimes the harness is made of her golden lasso but then we all get to tell her how to fuck, so most of the time the whole rig is made of titanium. It flexes better than steel in my super pussy.”

“What about guys?” I ask.

“Hmm?” She had finished the second pussy-flavored drumstick and dumps mashed potatoes and gravy on her cum-covered tits. Now she’s pushing the huge mounds up so she could lick off the mess of jism and food while staring at me, her smile almost as big as her chest.

“You ever done a threesome with a guy?”

“Well Kal-El and Kon-El both asked me but I told them we were cousins and it was gross. They should ask the other Kara.”

“Superman asked about a threesome?”

“Yup. I think it was Lois who actually wanted to do it, though.” She’s onto her second tit, being certain to wrap her tongue around the nipple. “Superboy was definitely the instigator in his case, though. Cassie, of course, was down.” She means Wonder Girl #2. “I’m pretty certain she and Diana did it at some time.”

“So, did they ask the other Kara?” I ask. I’m stroking my boner now, staring back at my Kara.

“Of course.”

“Did she do it?” I’m licking my lips, the chicken forgotten.

“Nah. She said the same thing I did. Then we told them we hooked up.”

“Wouldn’t that be masturbation?”

Power Girl laughs, low but still a bell in the empty night. “I guess so. But we were lying to tease the boys. We just did each other’s nails.” Something often overlooked is that Kryptonians have to cut their own hair and nails and shave themselves. They use their own nails and teeth and laser eyes to do it. It’s not like they can get scissors or razors that would work. “Of course, we were naked.”

“Really?” I ask, even more ready to shoot my load.

“No, silly, but if the fantasy turns you on, I’ll be happy to do you again.”

“Please?” I beg, but then she cocks her head and her face turns serious.

“Shit! They’re trying to nuke Corto Maltese again. I’ve gotta get dressed and go!” And then she’s gone and I’m naked in the desert with a huge chub and a rock for heat that’s rapidly cooling. Stymied, I shoot my load on the machine gun where it hisses. It’s weird but I find it arousing. Then I start pulling on layers. We’d been planning to camp here so at least I’ve got appropriate clothing. My laptop’ll keep me occupied until Kara remembers to come get me.

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I was sitting in a café in Paris that was as close as possible to being a literal hole in the wall. It was in a basement and had no sign. The floor was dirt. There were three rickety tables, each with four chairs and a bar displaying a variety of liquors and beers – no wine – and a case filled with cigarettes. The waitress was behind the bar, covered in piercings and tattoos and smoking a cigarette laced with, like, three different drugs. There was a bottle of cognac – Kara had gotten me to start drinking. Across from me were two blondes, though you could actually say there was one blonde from two different earths - because it was true. I was out drinking with Kara Zor L, Power Girl, and Kara Zor El, Supergirl. Their main difference was their apparent age.

Supergirl was an apparent teenager, slim, with small breasts and slight hips while Power Girl was shapely, with huge tits and a real ass. Supergirl’s hair was long and fell around her shoulders while Power Girl’s was cut in a bob. Their faces, though, were exactly the same, only separated by ten or fifteen years. People usually jumped to the conclusion of mother and daughter since the age gap was too much for twins. They had, to get me excited and be humorous, worn t-shirts of the other’s superhero costume. Power Girl was wearing a blue t-shirt with the signature big red ‘S’ and Supergirl a white shirt with a screenprint of an oval showing cleavage and a gold braid running from shoulder to armpit over it. Power Girl had her shirt sized so her chest seemed ready to bust out of it at any minute, while Supergirl had hers fitted like a normal t-shirt. They didn’t want the costume look to go too far so Power Girl had on a tight leather miniskirt that went to her thighs and black heels and a black leather jacket that was open in the front. Supergirl had on a brown corduroy skirt that went down to her knees, flaring at mid-thigh, a red jacket and converse tennis shoes. I was decked out in my regular ripped jeans, black boots, and black hoodie. My attempt to blend into French culture was a concert t-shirt for an obscure French punk band, which had drawn an approving comment from our hostess.

I was a bit tipsy but the girls were obviously drunk. Their jackets were on the floor and they were careening in their chairs. I was pleased because that had given me the opportunity to look up their skirts. Power Girl’s panties matched her shirt – blue with the ‘S’ – and were definitely too small, giving her a front wedgie well beyond a camel toe. Supergirl’s matched her shirt as well, white and, this was hilarious, they had a screenprint of an oval window showing a blonde bush.

It was the panties that led me to ask. “Sho…” I slurred, “I see that my Kara’s hair is a little darker than other Kara’s. Is that the same down below?”

They looked at me for a second, then laughed out loud. I smiled wanly. However, to my delight, Power Girl grabbed her younger self’s arm and, slurring like me, said, “We should show him!”

“Show him what?” Supergirl, also slurring, asked stupidly.

“Our bushes! Make… ” Power Girl hissed back, attempting to whisper.

“What?! No!”

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Power Girl invoked the cause for many a questionable drunken decision. She started grabbing at her skirt where her panty waistband must have been, then scooted the waistband down, shuffling on the chair. I looked over at the waitress but she was obviously studiously ignoring us while also watching. The panties must have been halfway down to the hem of Power Girl’s skirt when she nudged Supergirl and cajoled her again. “Come on!”

Supergirl caved, giving in begrudgingly and starting her own underskirt wrestling match with her underwear. Once Power Girl’s were at her knees, she cinched up her skirt just enough that I, but nobody else, if there had been anybody else in the café, could see her pussy. Supergirl took much longer but she finally got there, blushing red with embarrassment. I leaned over the table to take a good luck. Both girls’ bushes were blonde and full, though Power Girl’s was actually more hairy. Supergirl’s slim hips made her clit and labia more pronounced. “Yup,” I concluded, committing the sight of two blonde superheroine pussies to long-term memory. I thought about taking a picture but guessed that wouldn’t go well. “Power Girl’s is darker.” They pulled panties back up and skirts back down as I contemplated, “Why do you think that is?”

“Age,” Supergirl answered quickly. “Your Kara is an old bat.”

“And you’re a big whore!” Power Girl shot back good-naturedly.

“You would be too if you were as young and beautiful as I am.” The verbal catfight continued and they both busted up laughing.

Power Girl and Supergirl were looking each other in the eye, big smiles on their faces, as Power Girl shared, “Milo asked me about a threesome with you.”

“Now, wait a minute, I didn’t…” I started but Supergirl cut me off.

“What did you tell him?”

“The same thing we told the Superdudes.”

“That we’re big lezzies that only do each other.”

“Wouldn’t that be masturbation?” I asked.

“Yup!” Power Girl said a little too loudly. They both busted out laughing again, almost crying before my girlfriend challenged all of us to another shot. After I had the cognac burn my throat, I watched Supergirl cringe while her older self didn’t seem to notice the effects of the shot. “Nah, I told him the truth.”

There was a pause. “You know, I could watch while you two do it,” Supergirl said. Then she brightened up and grabbed her older self’s arm, “Or you could watch while I do your boyfriend!” I didn’t know if the younger blonde was serious but I really wanted her to be.

“It depends,” Power Girl said, affecting mock seriousness. “Do you do anal?”

“Why?” Supergirl looked me in the eye now. I could feel myself blushing down to my chest, maybe further, while my cock stood straight to attention. “You into butt stuff?” Then she looked down at the table or, I should say, through it and my clothes with her x-ray vision. “Oh, he’s got a big one! It would hurt…” she whined.

I was certain I was going to die of embarrassment. I wanted the floor to swallow me up. Instead, I changed the subject. “So,” I said, pointing at them to gain their attention, “I read online that Superman can’t get drunk but you two appear to be doing an amazing job of it.” They both busted out laughing again.

“We can’t,” Supergirl said, wiping tears from her eyes.

“But we’re susceptible to true magic. So Zatanna casts spells on booze to make it so we can feel it.”

“What? Does she send it to you or something?”

“Yup,” Power Girl answered. “She sends me cases of beer – she has excellent taste and finds all these little breweries with amazing beers. For the youngster,” she said, gesturing to Supergirl, “it’s all rose’ wines.”

“That’s not true!” Supergirl punched Power Girl playfully on the shoulder. “I also get ciders!”

That set Power Girl off laughing even more.

“What about this place?” I asked. “Did Zatanna cast a spell on it too?”

“Yup!” Power Girl answered. “Zatanna owns this place and always casts spells on the booze so anybody or anything can get drunk on it.”

My brow furrowed. “Does Superman come here to drink?” They laughed so hard that Supergirl fell backwards off her chair, head hitting the floor, knees toward the ceiling, once again giving me a view of her panties. Power Girl, already laughing at my question, started pointing and laughing at our companion. I waited for them to settle down.

“No, Superman does not drink,” Power Girl answered. “Isn’t that right, Zatanna?”

Suddenly, next to us, a brunette appeared wearing a white collared shirt and bowtie, a yellow vest, and a tux jacket with tails. She had on black bloomers cut high at the thighs, fishnet hose, and black heels. Completing the outfit was an actual top hat. Her hair was raven black and her height and build a goldilocks between the two blondes: taller than Supergirl but shorter than Power Girl, breasts medium in size and fullness, a butt that was there but not overly full, all accentuated by a narrow waist.

A chair from a nearby table scooted over of its own accord and she sat primly on it, crossing one shapely leg over another as the waitress ran over with a bottle of thick green liqueur and a little matching glass, opening the stopper and pouring a portion. Zatanna emptied the glass only to have it instantly refilled. “That’ll be all, Miloie,” the magician said to the goth waitress, who started to retreat. “But do leave the bottle.” The girl set it down and then curtsied in a surprisingly graceful fashion given her tight leather and canvas pants and big bulky black leather boots.

“So, ladies, what brings you to my little establishment?”

“Just hangin’,” Power Girl said.

“PG wants to fuck me,” Supergirl answered.

“Isn’t that masturbation?” Zatanna quipped.

“That’s what I said!” I exulted, both drunkenly and triumphantly.

“Hmm,” she said. “Let me show you one of my magic tricks. Maybe it’ll get you all in the mood. Miloie, dear, would you be so kind as to get my curtains and straight jacket.” The tattooed girl rushed around and returned with a partition made of cloth and four hinged frames, standing almost six feet with wheels on the bottom.

“Hey! Those are lined with lead!” Power Girl exclaimed.

“That’s right, you little cheater,” Zatanna said as she finished her glass. “No peeking. I, for my part, will not use any true magic. Now, Milo, help me into this straightjacket,” she said as Miloie brought out a jacket made of clear, thick plastic with all kinds of straps. I liked being so close to Zatanna’s butt and, as Miloie showed me how to buckle the straps on the back of the very tight jacket, I actually rubbed my cock against soft yet firm roundness. Zatanna “mmm’ed” when I did that. I locked those buckles down then tightened the strap that caused Zatanna’s arms to stay crossed in front of her under her boobs. The high point was when she spread her legs so I could pull a strap from the front of the jacket, between them, and attach it to the back. I made sure to surreptitiously caress the soft crotch of her bloomers with the back of my hand when I did it.

“Okay,” Zatanna said and walked over to stand in the partition as Miloie closed it up around her. “I’ll keep talking as Miloie swirls the curtains,” she said, and the French brunette started walking around Zatanna, holding the curtains so they spun slowly. All we could see of the magician was her top hat extending from above. “See, the whole trick of a trick is to be where others don’t realize you are.” The very last word came from outside the curtain as Zatanna came around in Miloie’s place. She stopped, bending one knee seductively as she angled her body. Not only had she lost the straightjacket but, besides her shoes, she was completely naked. I got an eyeful of her pale, shapely body, especially her legs, her thick black bush peeking from behind her front thigh, her perky round breasts, sized between Power Girl’s huge rack and Supergirl’s wane one.

The magical superhero had her free hand on her back hip and she was looking straight at me as she opened up the curtain. That arm was up enough for me to see that she didn’t shave her armpits, leaving just a tuft of thick black hair. Inside was Miloie. She too was naked except for Zatanna’s top hat, her boots and the clear straightjacket. Through that I was able to see that her whole body was covered in tattoos. Besides that, she and Zatanna were about the same build, generous hips, narrow waist, same bust, thick black bush. Zatanna smiled and held up her free arm in a circus bow while Miloie bent at the waist to do a real bow. Her black hair, also the same color and length as Zatanna’s, fell over her face. “Well, Milo, ladies, do you like what you see?” Zatanna asked, gesturing to herself, then, before we could answer. “Miloie, some champagne please, glasses for the four of us and yourself.”

Miloie walked over behind the bar and crouched down out of sight while Zatanna turned her chair around and straddled the back, leaning her arms and tits on top of it, her legs spread on either side of the back to open her pussy wide, showing how swollen it was. “Now, let’s drink,” she said. Miloie came back with a tray holding a large bottle of champagne and four glasses. There was some sort of macrame basket to hold the tray, with supporting twine going up to a wooden handle which Miloie was holding in her mouth while she walked over and placed it carefully on the table. Zatanna held the champagne bottle and Miloie wrapped her lips around the lip of the bottle, the cork in her mouth. Her cheeks caved like she was sucking and there was a pop! and Miloie stood up straight and opened her mouth to show the cork on her tongue as a mist wafted up from the bottle.

“Nice trick,” my Kara said, grinning.

“We’re still working on her pouring,” Zatanna said with a grin. She filled the five glasses as Miloie spit the cork behind the bar. We used our hands to drink from the champagne flutes while Miloie wrapped her lips around her glass and upended it, drinking it down in a single gulp, putting it back down and going back to the bar.

We sat around making small talk and drinking champagne. The whole thing was driving me crazy with sexual energy and I could see that there was a lot of that going on at the table. Zatanna was becoming more and more obvious in her overtures towards me, starting by touching my hand when talking to me, then moving her chair closer to mine, then caressing my thigh under the table. Her hand was now rubbing back and forth across the top of my thigh, in such a way that her hand was brushing my crotch. I didn’t move to stop her and Power Girl was starting to stare at the two of us. I remembered she could see through the table. Grudgingly, I pulled Zatanna’s hand off my leg and put it back on the table. Her smile looked like she thought it humorous, Power Girl’s scowl looked like she did not and Supergirl looked oblivious.

“Milo, can I have a word with you?” Zatanna asked, escalating to the point where Power Girl didn’t know what to say. I was purposefully looking down into Zatanna’s eyes and not her tits or the rest of her naked body. I really wanted to look at that thick black bush and, surprising myself, also wanted to see her armpit hair.

Standing with her arms crossed, whispering, Zatanna said, “ESOL ROUY SNOITIBIHNI. EVIG FLESROUY REVO OT ETULOSBA ERUSAELP.” She moved her wand an inch and said the same again. I realized that she had surreptitiously pointed her wand at each of the blonde superheroines. Power Girl and Supergirl, both of whom had been looking at the two of us, looked instead at each other and practically surged to press their lips together.

The two blonde women, the one taller and more fulsome, the other younger and more lithe, had their hands all over each other, on each other’s asses, tits. They pulled off each other’s shirts and unhooked bras. Skirts and panties went flying. My Kara got the upper hand and pushed the other Kara onto her back on the table. She dove her head in between the shapely legs of her younger double, her cropped hair falling into Supergirl’s bush, the dirty blondes mixing together. Supergirl grabbed her breasts with both hands, pulling and twisting. She was moaning as Power Girl used her super tongue and fingers to super fuck her. My Kara looked really good there, completely naked, bare skin almost shining, her more muscular legs and bigger ass visible and, bent over, her huge tits hanging down.

“Like rimming?” Zatanna whispered to me.

“Love it,” I said, horribly turned on at this point.

“Giving or receiving?” she asked.

“Both.”

“DECREIP EKANS EUGNOT,” she said three times rapidly in succession, pointing to me, Miloie and herself. I felt my tongue grow until it was inches outside my mouth, the end forked. It was picking up mammal scents. Looking down, I saw a series of three silver piercings. Zatanna and Miloie’s tongues were the same. “‘ou ‘o ‘e, a’ ‘a’ie’ll ‘o ‘ou,” she said and took a couple of steps and bent over to shove her face into Power Girl’s butt, her tongue obviously working into the superheroine’s asshole, causing my Kara to squeal into the other Kara’s pussy. I got behind Zatanna and shoved my own face into the bubbly butt, saw and smelled that black-furred pussy, and shoved my own tongue deep into her brown asshole. Luckily, I couldn’t taste with my tongue but I could swirl it around like a real tongue and send ripples through it like a carpet. Moving it in and out, the studs were like anal beads, making Zatanna squeal like Kara. I felt Mattie’s face in my own crack and remembered that she was bound so she couldn’t use her hands. Still, I felt another snake tongue working at my backdoor, causing pressure, then entering while also swirling around the outside and stretching it in different directions. I was so turned on that I found myself moaning around my own elongated tongue and into Zatanna’s ass while making her moan around hers and into Power Girl’s.

“Oh, God, I’m going to cum!” Supergirl shouted and tensed, curling in on herself. She kept it quiet enough that she didn’t burst my eardrums but my ears were certainly left ringing. And she did come, her eyes shooting lasers just like Power Girl, who helpfully put her hand up to block them from burning the bar down. “Gk. gk. gk,” Supergirl came. It was pretty nerdy. “Oh, stop! Too much!” she said and was reaching for Power Girl’s hair, only to have her hand knocked away. The younger Kara was forced to endure more of Power Girl’s tongue, working too fast to see, her hand a blur as well as the older Kara was pistoning fingers in and out of Supergirl’s pussy.

Finally, Power Girl stopped and, looking back at Zatanna, myself, and Mattie, said, “That’s really nice. Let’s change things up. Okay, young one, your turn to do me,” and she floated up over the table and came down straddling Supergirl’s head. The younger version started licking her older version’s clit immediately. “Alright Zatanna, I’ll do you too,” and Zatanna got quickly on the table and, standing legs apart, bent over in front of my girlfriend who shoved her face into that feminine buttcrack and started licking, stopping only to say, “Come on, Milo, fuck me,” while pointing at Supergirl’s pussy. I was there in a second, pulling Mattie, who had left her tongue in my asshole, with me.

Zatanna and I kissed. It was my first time French kissing outside of my mouth, our long tongues intertwining while I hammered Supergirl’s pussy, tighter than Power Girl’s, her slender shapely legs over my shoulders, my hands feeling the steel, yet deceptively soft, skin on her thighs. The four of us had formed a square. “Stick it in her ass,” my Kara said.

“Mmm?” Supergirl said but Power Girl just ground her pussy into her younger self’s face.

“Shush. Take it like a woman.”

I dropped my cock and pushed against the other Kara’s back door, getting in easier than I expected. It was tighter too, a ring around my cock. I knew that she could squeeze my dick off, with her rectum more than her pussy, but I kept fucking her. She started squealing. I decided it was in pleasure as she reached down and started rubbing her Superclit at superspeed. “I’m gonna cum,” I huffed, faster than I would have liked.

“Come in her pussy,” my girlfriend told me, so I pulled out and slammed my cock home to shoot my whole wad into Supergirl’s cunt. That must have set off my Kara because she screamed in pleasure, her eye lasers going between Zatanna’s legs, but just barely nicking the magician’s pussy and burning off some of her bush, before hitting Supergirl’s clit. Supergirl screamed again with her orgasm, louder this time, but Power Girl clamped her thighs around her younger self so the sound was muffled to a normal scream. I could see her own eye lasers shoot my Kara’s ass, lighting up the area between them and causing my girlfriend to squeal.

Falling back onto a chair, I had to quickly hop up when I realized I was sitting on Mattie’s head while the three women disentangled themselves. I looked back at her with her tongue still in my ass, and she looked up at me. “That was amazing,” Supergirl said. “Your boyfriend is amazing. And he has a massive cock. It was all I could do not to crush it.” I must have winced because she laughed at me. “Don’t worry, horse dick, your cock is safe in me.” Then we all laughed.

Power Girl, sweating, said only, “That was hot.”

Zatanna turned her tongue back to normal then pointed her wand at my cock. “TESER SINEP.” And with that my wilting cock was hard as a rock again and I knew I could come some more.

Zatanna bent over, her big butt pointed towards me, her legs apart to show her pussy with its black bush. “Okay, big boy,” she said. “Time to do me. And I love ‘butt stuff’ so be sure to fuck my asshole first.” I leapt at that chance and, dragging Miloie along, rammed my cock, still wet with Supergirl’s superfluid, into the magicienne’s asshole. She groaned immediately as I slammed it home. Grabbing her big hips, I was thrusting in and out, nailing her, my hipbones hitting her ass. To my left, Supergirl and Power Girl were sitting in chairs, one knee up and one hand at their clits, their poses identical as they masturbated to me fucking Zatanna.

It wasn’t long and I was ready to cum. I think Zatanna knew because she yelled, her own hand churning at her pussy, “I love ass to mouth! Tell me when you’re ready to cum!”

That was hot, so I said, “Now,” and she dropped to her knees before me and started sucking my cock, looking up at me then closing her eyes, appearing to savor the flavor of my cock, a cock which had been in Supergirl’s ass and pussy and her own ass. I’d tried to call out my near orgasm too soon so Zatanna would suck longer but she was really good and I was coming into her. The magician didn’t gag or choke just swallowed it all down.

“Finger lickin’ good,” Zatanna joked then pointed her wand and “TESER SINEP. Miloie’s turn.” Mattie finally pulled her tongue out of my asshole and bent over, still in the straight jacket, to lean on the table. “Her ass too,” Zatanna instructed and I shoved my cock into Miloie’s ass. Her hips were probably the widest so I grabbed them and rammed the girl. Zatanna got back on the table, legs open in front of Mattie so the bartender could use her elongated, pierced tongue to work the magician’s pelvis. It slathered all over Zatanna’s clit while going into her pussy. “Oh, yes, Miloie,” she said. “You know what I like.” Then, “ETALUMITS TILC,” she cast a spell at Mattie’s clit and soon both of them were moaning with continuous orgasms.

My Kara got up, her hair mussed from fucking, her tits showing their pride, her hips saucy as she came over. “I can’t be outdone by some brunette bitch with my own boyfriend,” she said playfully and lay her head sideways on Mattie’s big ass, then opened her mouth wide and looked up at me. I immediately pulled out of Mattie and shoved my cock into my girlfriend’s mouth. She sealed it and started sucking and working her tongue. She let me gag her and that was it, I was shooting semen down her throat, making her eyes bulge and her throat gag even more. I fell back onto a chair.

“Please don’t do that to my dick again,” I pleaded with Zatanna, who, her own hair mussed, just laughed.

“Okay. Not right now.”

While the two Kryptonites got dressed, Zatanna cast spells on herself and Miloie. Miloie ended up wearing a t-shirt that looked like a tux or Zatanna’s costume, and a black pleated shirt, while the magician ended up wearing a red shirt with a black design I didn’t recognize and a red pleated skirt. “Who are you supposed to be?” I asked, realizing she was going for superheroes.

“Crimson Fox,” she said, a famous French superheroine who had passed. She got a strange look on her face, sniffed, then smacked her lips. “Say, Milo,” she said, “tell me about your parents.”

“Well, my dad was a computer geek. I never knew my mom but dad said she was the most beautiful woman in the world. I actually think she might be French. I wish I had a way to find her.”

Zatanna looked like she knew something, then her face fell. After a few seconds, though, she brightened and, looking around, she replaced the blonde’s skirts with pleated miniskirts, then said, “We’re all dressed up. Let’s party!” A point and circle of her wand at the floor, and “HSIRI LATROP” and there was a hole there, six feet across. “Take your boyfriend down first,” the magician said to my Kara, “then come back up and the two of you can carry Miloie and I down and he can look up all our skirts.”

“Oh, shit, we don’t have panties anymore,” young Kara said, then covered her mouth when she realized she’d just cussed out loud. It was a hilarious reaction.