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Power Girl's Boy Toy	By : Ksennin Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 30942 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“I... ‚ ‚ê?”
“Fair’s fair, big boy. I’ve shown you mine, time for you to show me yours. What’s the matter? True what they say about Japanese men?”
It was probably pretty racist of Karen to imagine the word “bonsai!” being shouted as Hiro fumbled with his belt, opening it like the Flash would solve a Rubik’s Cube—by trying a couple thousand different combinations in a few seconds. But—his mouth now dropping open—he got his fly open and his underwear out of the way with jerking mechanical quickness. And like a prisoner making a break for it, as soon as it had a taste of freedom, his cock shot out from his clothes like (appropriately enough) a jack-in-the-box.
Karen raised her eyebrows at the seven inches of fat hard-on standing out from the spare black hairs of Hiro’s pubic hair, the nicely thick shaft twitching suggestively, its head purple and already dripping pre-cum. Hiro didn’t pay it an iota of attention, his gaze still laser-intense on her rock-hard nipples and the joyous bounce each breath gave them, but Karen was suitably impressed.
“Not bad for an Earthling,” she said. “I mean, you’re no Khund, but you do better than Green Arrow.”
Hiro’s brow wrinkled. The thought of Oliver Queen’s penis was about the only thing that could break the spell Power Girl’s cleavage had over him. “How do you know what Green Arrow’s junk looks like?”
“Honey, who doesn’t? Stay focused. Now, if we’re going to work together, you’re going to have to get all this breast fixation out of your system. I mean, hell, imagine if I brought Wonder Woman over and you acted like we were practicing a hypnotist act. No, we’re gonna need to get you comfortable with huge, magnificent breasts like mine. So, stroke it.”
That statement was maybe the only other thing that could break the spell. “ƒ}ƒW‚Å!”
“Don’t play dumb with me,” Karen said, her voice coming harsher now. Not intentional, but she could tell Hiro liked it. “You’ve got your dick out, you’ve got me standing here, you know where to go from here. I’m telling you you can jerk off. It’s not quantum physics. Wait, do you know quantum physics?”
Hiro nodded dumbly.
“Okay then, now you’ve got no excuse. Play with your cock. Rub one out for me.”
Hiro blushed just about as much as was physically possible, but the look in her eyes was truly irresistible. Karen barely needed super-senses to hear his blood racing, see the muscles tensing in his body, the veins along his skin growing sharp. After a brief, nervous silence of being at war with himself, pondering if this was some test or trap, Hiro gave in. His hand went to his cock. He fisted it, cheeks flushed, breath rasping excitedly. And his fist ran all the way up and all the way down his stiff, stiff meat. His eyes boring into her as he did it, drinking in all of her, but most especially her eyes.
Rao, he looked at her like he wanted to see her soul.
And Karen didn’t mind. Wasn’t like she hadn’t seen her share of flashers and perverts jerking it while she flew by, but this was different. More intimate. Her telling him what to do, showing him what she wanted to show. She thought of all the men who'd beat their meat to her—all the fucking superheroes who stared at her, even Dick fucking Grayson, who you’d think would’ve had his fill from sleeping his way through half the Birds of Prey. They all wanted her.
Well, she was letting this nerd have her, just a little of her, because he was just a little more polite, a little funnier, even a little charming. And that thought sent satisfaction sizzling through her powerful body.
She brushed the charred fabric from her cleavage, now holding the enormous orbs in either hand, creamy flesh overflowing from her fingers. She squeezed them, played with them, made herself an even more enticing sight for Hiro. And her voice lowered, thickened. It rattled with hunger when she spoke. “Play with yourself, Hiro. Show that cock who's boss. Let me see you whip it. Faster. Go faster.” Karen pouted, watching his hand fly over his erection. “Why don’t you go faster?”
Hiro pumped the shaft of his hard prick, but it wasn’t enough for Karen. She didn’t know if the Flash could go fast enough for her taste.
“Maybe a change of scenery would help?” Karen turned around, brushing her cape out of the way to reveal her full ass. It was as toned as the rest of her, a scrumptious apple only half-covered by the leotard that faded into her ass a short ways down. Now she pulled up hard on her costume, making it practically disappear between her well-rounded cheeks. “I’m sick of people talking about my great tits. I want them to know I have a nice, round ass. Look at my ass, Hiro. Any black guy on the planet would kill for this ass. Steal for this ass. Vote Republican for this ass. You wanna feel my ass, Hiro? I’m not letting you. Not yet. But you can jerk off to it. You can even watch me bend over—stare at my fine ass right up in the air—and pump that big, hard cock…”
Karen’s words washed over Hiro, only half-heard but obeyed on a subconscious, primordial level. His gaze was locked on her lifted, naked buttocks—only momentarily diverted by the occasional glimpse her shifting body gave him of her exposed labia. His hand flew over his hard shaft without Hiro ever really realizing what he was doing. His legs were trembling. His chest shook. His member throbbed eagerly into his moving hand.
“Should I take off my panties?” Karen asked, going so far as to tap her chin in mock-thought. “Would that help you jerk off, Hiro? Would you come for me if only I took off my little pink panties?”
On some level, Hiro realized that she was asking him a question. He responded not just to her, but to the entire situation. “Yes. Yes. God yes…”
Karen didn’t even bother to remove her costume first. She grabbed hold of the panties gloving her ass crack and blonde muff, and then just ripped them away. Hiro’s eyes widened. “God, Karen—“ he babbled, his hand running wild on his reddening prick, “Oh! Oh!”
Karen looked over her shoulder, swaying her hips, gyrating her ass, putting on a show for him he wouldn’t soon forget. She imagined doing this at the next JLA meeting. Dressed up in her costume, and she knew how good it made her look, and shaking her ass in front of all the men, all the women, making them hot for her, drool over her, stroke themselves for her just like little Hiro was.
She licked her lips, staring at Hiro’s blurring hand. “You like this, huh? You like my ass?”
“Yes! Yes! It’s wonderful, Karen, it’s wonderful!”
“Go faster, Hiro, you’re slowing down.”
“‚²‚ß‚ñ‚Ë, sorry, sorry!” Hiro puffed, pumping on his cock like his life depended on it. He was wheezing now, his breath shooting out of him as hard and fast as steam from a ruptured pipe.
Karen turned around fully, walking toward him in her slowest, most sultry walk. Hips swinging from side to side, breasts jostling with each rhythmic motion, even her hair and cape stirring behind her. He could see the beads of sweat that shimmered on her abundant teats, the strip of white fabric drawn up tight inside the folds of her labia—her entire body, exposed, almost whorish.
“I like it when you go fast,” she said in a kittenishly seductive voice, licking her pink lips with a red tongue. “It looks so good. So fucking good.”
She looked at him as he jacked his prick so hard that it made his testicles swing like wrecking balls. If she looked any harder, she’d be using her heat vision.
“Fun, too. It looks like fun…”
Taking flight, Karen spread her legs in front of Hiro. Her blonde pussy was wet and hot, her clit stingingly erect. She nearly got off just from the pressure of her outfit’s crotch against her flesh, but she pulled that strip out of the way and reached down to twiddle her clit herself. The cool blue leather of her gloves was like throwing ice into boiling water. She watched Hiro frantically pound his cock and imagined Atlee doing it, driving a hunk of smoothly phallic rock inside herself just as desperately as Hiro was working his.
“Jerk your prick for me, you dirty son of a bitch. Make yourself come for me! Jerk that fucking cock until it explodes!”
Hiro hunched over, like he was an iron filing drawn to the magnetism of his rapid-fire stroking. His sweet young face contorted with pleasure, his back arched, his cock pounded hard, his hand pounded harder.
Never one for subtlety, Karen had already taken two fingers inside herself. They started fast. Then they went faster.
She arched her hips upward, floating back to thrust her pussy into her diddling fingers. Hiro watched in disbelief as her own hand now became a twirling shadow on her sweet pussy. She floated lower, lower, settling down to the hard cement floor. Her masturbation felt too good to be distracted with staying aloft.
“Oh, you bastard! You dirty little pervert, I love you! Jack that beautiful cock for me! Make it come! Come on my tits! I know all you pervs want to, so fucking do it!” Karen ordered, feeling no shame, only a glorious orgasm being born inside her. It was so good, it actually levitated her back up a foot.
She came in mid-air, climaxing beautifully, her tattered costume crinkling around her contorting body. Her whole body shuddered and shook and stiffened, her fingers bunching in her cape and tearing it even more. She unabashedly screamed for joy, before falling down panting to the floor.
Seeing her come, Hiro grunted in rough, animal fulfillment. His cock jumped nearly out of his pistoning hand, and cum lanced out of it, splattering on Karen’s chest in thick ribbons. He came prodigiously, more like a geyser than a man.
(Maybe he really had ‘almost entirely’ quit masturbating—‘almost entirely’ for a girl, not for a guy, even.)
Still, for all his back-up, his ejaculation couldn’t begin to cover Karen’s breasts. It more… frosted them. Still, Karen looked down in satisfaction at their little art project, enjoying the sight of white tendrils dripping off her tan flesh. Each drop felt wonderfully warm on her skin. And best of all, when he was finished, his cock was still hard.
Youth has its advantages, Karen thought to herself, seating herself on her haunches. Out loud, she said “Well, damn, kid. You’re hard, after all that? What do they feed you in Japan?”
“Hot Pockets. Do they have those in America?”
“… no.” Karen quickly wiped down her chest with what remained of her cape. This entire costume was a write-off anyway. Maybe she’d finally get one that covered her chest, replace the ol’ boob window with a big P for Power Girl—nah. “This is damn inconvenient, you know? Here I thought I would get you off, do you a solid, but you’re not off! You’re still on!”
“It’s not my fault! I don’t even have Viagra!”
Karen sighed, taking off her cape altogether. “Well, I can’t just leave you like that. You’re just gonna have to fuck me.”
“Qué?”
Great, she’d broken him so bad, he’d turned Mexican.
“Fuck me. You know? Your dick, my pussy?” Karen shook her head. “I can’t spend all day helping you jack off again. You need to be inside me. Get in, get off, get out, right?”

“Yes!” Hiro nodded happily. “Right! Yes!”
“Okay then.” Karen stretched out on the floor, on her back. Classic missionary position. They did that in Japan, right? She hadn’t really seen any Japanese pornography, except for that tentacle stuff, and she was not doing that. Not so soon after her team-up with Kyle Rayner.
She raised her knees and parted her thighs. If she offered herself to Hiro any more than that, she’d be reenacting Showgirls. But he was rooted to the spot.
“C’mon now, Toyboy. Do not tell me you need to meditate or some shit.”
His eyes shot from her wet cunt to her face. “God, do you know anything about Japan that isn’t from Jackie Chan movies?”
“Jackie Chan’s from China!”
“My point exactly. I was just wondering if there were going to be any—issues.”
“Issues?” Karen rolled her eyes. “I’m on a Daxamite contraceptive, and it’s rated for Mongul sperm. And believe it or not, I don’t have any STDs.”
“No, no, it’s not that. It’s just you’re super-strong… I’m a mere mortal… are the physics going to…?”
Karen really rolled her eyes. “Okay, congratulations on being the first guy who’s ever been able to think with the big head in this situation, but it’s fine. I’m… experienced.” Karen didn’t know what else you’d call sitting on Big Barda’s Mega-Rod—or riding Zauriel, because how many times did you get to shack up with a drunken angel? Point was, she was looser than Supergirl, and Karen had been able to fist her. “Nothing’s going to happen to your ten-inch Hiro.”
Hiro shook his head again. “I’m sure you wouldn’t offer if it was dangerous, or if you couldn’t feel it, but… can you really get off on—I’m not Batman or anything…”
Rao, could anything kill a good wettie faster than bringing up Batman? Why did everyone think that guy was some sort of sex god? He spent all day in a cave full of bat guano. “Look, kid, it’s sweet and all that you want to give me the Harlequin treatment, but if I wanted to get off, I would fly to the bottom of Niagara Falls—aka, the world’s biggest massaging showerhead. It’s fine if you come inside me and I don’t get anything more out of it than a wet spot on my bed.”
“I realize that…”
Karen pinched her sinuses between her fingers. Caesar’s fucking ghost, he was really going to make a debate club out of this, wasn’t he?
“But if I don’t… suffice, I was just thinking maybe I could bring something else to the table. Like, uh…” Hiro grabbed a nearby laptop and typed rapid-fire into it. “Yeah, that should do the trick. If you’re interested.” He smiled at her. “We wouldn’t be the first couple to bring toys into the bedroom.”
Karen raised her eyebrow. Well now. Thank God for the Japanese ego.
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