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My Week With Everyone	By : Ksennin Category: DC Verse Comics > Justice League Views: 21679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ted laid in bed a good long time. He still wasn’t sure he was crazy or not; maybe he’d gotten a whiff of some Poison Ivy pheromones and was having a wet dream in the Watchtower’s med-bay. How would he know? It didn’t help when his phone vibrated and he answered it to find a picture of Black Canary and Huntress—BC’s head between the Huntress’s legs and vice versa—had been sent to him. The kids say hi, Barbara’s text read.
That heated him up so much, Ted decided he needed a cold shower. This was getting out of hand. In the bathroom, though, the water came out warm and soothing. It reminded him of how warm Batgirl had been… in his dream. Between her cape and her costume’s top, she’d been cool leather all over. All but her legs, and her tight sex. Those had been hot.
It had felt so real… the memory was so insistent… his cock stirred. Ted didn’t even have to touch it; it grew to a full erection that Ted tried to ignore, soaping up his chest and arms and okay, his groin… it felt pretty good… really good… okay, he was holding his cock… Christ, this was immature.
Ted was just getting into it—thinking of Zatanna helped as well—when the shower curtain ripped open. Ted spun, expecting to see Norman Bates cross-dressing, but he wasn’t there. It was Mary Marvel.
She was a slender brunette in her early twenties, around five foot four with a petite, compact look. Her long, straight brown hair hung down to her shoulders, and she generally had a pleasant, sometimes shy smile on her freckle-dusted face. She wore a short white dress belted with gold, a yellow lightning bolt emblem on her chest as visible as her abundant cheerfulness. A girl-next-door type who always appeared clean and scrubbed, no matter where she went or what she did. Only now she was seeing him hunched over with his cock hard in his hand, pumping it once or twice before he could jerk to a stop.
“Doesn’t anyone ever knock?” he asked.
“Mr. Kord!” she cried, looking down at his cock, still in his hand, still rigid, still very long. “What are you doing?”
“Showering.”
“What were you doing in the shower!?”
“Wuh-washing. What are you doing in my bathroom?”
She ignored the question. “You weren’t washing! You were pulling your prick! Weren’t you!?”
“…maybe.”
“Mr. Kord!” she cried again, “I realize the risks of masturbation have been greatly exaggerated in the past, and it has some value as stress relief, but—golly—doesn’t it just seem rude to you?”
“Not… not really. Why are you in my bathroom?”
She haughtily turned her nose up at the question. Her eyes stayed fixed on his hard-on. “What were you thinking about, Mr. Kord?”
Under other circumstances, she’d probably say that honesty was the best policy. “Batgirl. And Zatanna.”
“Batgirl?” she cried, horror-struck. “You can’t mean that creepy girl in all that black leather, with her mask all stitched up like some kind of scary movie! Oh, Mr. Kord!” She tilted her head to the side. “Ms. Zatanna is a looker, though. Freddy likes her too. I think she’s a bit of a hussy, though. I bet she’s gone all the way.”
Good to know. “You think we could continue this conversation when I have pants?”
“You want me to leave?”
“Yes.”
“Are you gonna keep—touching it!?”
His eyes narrowed. “What’s it to you?”
“Well, gee, Mr. Kord.” Locking her hands behind her back, she pivoted a little on her heels. The action thrust her breasts out, making juicy mounds to either side of her lightning bolt, then jiggled them right in front of him. “If you’re gonna degrade yourself like that, wouldn’t you rather look at me?”
Ted’s eyes glazed over, suddenly paying attention to Mary’s body. She may dress conservatively for a superhero, but it wasn’t hard to notice her body underneath it all. She was well-developed, perfectly proportioned for her height, with enticingly perky breasts, a slim waist, flat stomach, and sleek legs with the same rich tan as the rest of her. But the most appealing part of her was her pretty oval face, with a pertly upturned nose, big bright eyes, and a small, beestung mouth. She was cute in a way that was achingly nonsexual, which somehow made it more sexual. Maybe Ted was just a pervert—but then, when any woman propositioned you, weren’t you obliged to consider it regardless of looks? Even if they were jailbait? That was just being feminist, wasn’t it?
His hand did a slow stroke on his cock. He wasn’t entirely aware of it. “Luh-luh-look at you?”
“Why not? Ain’t I pretty enough? I know you’re usually a fine, upstanding gentleman who would never objectify a pretty young lady like me in such a manner—“
“Of course I wouldn’t!” Ted piped up, suddenly looking around for hidden cameras. He didn’t think Chris Hansen would pull a stunt like this, but you never knew what people would do for ratings. Hell, they’d put Kim Kardashian on the air, hadn’t they?
“But—oooooh—what if I tried to help?” Mary turned around and lifted her white skirt, pulling it slowly up her coltish legs until it was over her wide hips. Her ass was gloved tightly by pink panties, a juicy, ripe little thing that Ted would’ve loved to grab hold of if his hands weren’t full. “I know it’s not as big—or as small—as some guys like, but—ooooh,” she seemed frustrated, staring at him over her shoulder, “maybe you could try? Just try? Pretty please?”
Ted let his hand travel the length of his cock. “Well… if you were to insist…”
Mary bit her lip, thrilled with the scene—Ted under the pounding shower spray, surrounded by the steam of the hot water, playing with his prick! “Yes!” she whooped, her voice bursting out of her. “Do it! Jerk on your peter, Mr. Kord! That looks sooooo good!”
“Does it?” Ted asked, jerking faster.
“Yes! Very much so! Go faster!”
He jerked his hand in a flurry of strokes. “Like this?”
Mary’s buttocks clenched inside her little pink panties. “Oh yes! Beat it, Mr. Kord! Beat your meat! I wanna see how much white stuff your penis shoots out for me!”
“I want that too!” Ted panted, bent over his cock, his hand a blur on his throbbing prick.
“Oh shit, that looks good!” Mary cooed before realizing she’d said a foul word. “Oh, I’m so sorry! You’ll have to punish me for that!”
Ted fucked his hand furiously, groaning. Mary took it as a sign of dismay.
“Is this not enough?” she asked, bouncing her ass. “Should I… wiggle it? Jump around? Twerk?”
“No, that’s—“ Ted’s teeth were gritted, “just fine!”
“I know! You’re feeling awkward because I’m not joining in! Tawny always says friends do things together!”
“Tawny?” Ted asked.
Mary turned around, still holding her skirt up. Now he saw how snug her panties were. “My talking tiger, silly!”
“Uh-huh. Yeah. Talking tiger,” Ted agreed.
“Would it be alright if I just—“ She slid her hand down between her legs. “I know it’s sorta gross.” She began to rub her pussy. “I hope this isn’t ruining it for you, it just feels really good!” She pinched her fingers in the thin nylon.
“Jesus Christ!”
“You shouldn’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” Mary chided, before her voice dropped to a whisper. “But you like it, don’t you?”
“I love it!”
“Me too—and I like you jacking off to me—you like jacking off to me too, don’t you?” She grinned shyly. “Silly question…”
Her hand was lost in her panties, her knuckles stirring the crotch panel as she fingered herself. Ted could see she was into it. Her head drifted back so far that she stumbled, her weight off-center, and slipped a little on the slick tile before remembering she could fly. She hovered onto the toilet and sat there, skirt up, legs obscenely parted, hand jiggling and jerking in her pink panties. Ted’s hand pumped as fast as he knew how.
“I’m gonna come!” he sobbed.
“Come—that’s when the white stuff comes out, right?”
Ted nodded frantically.
“Freddy’s does that too. And sometimes I do. It’s not white, though, when I—“ Ted was out of the shower suddenly, the spray thunderingly loud on the linoleum without him inside to catch it. He brought himself right up to her, stopping with his cock inches from her pretty young face.
“Oh, wow!” Mary cried. “It’s really big! Freddy’s isn’t big!”
“Who’s Freddy?” Ted asked automatically.
“He’s kinda my boyfriend. But we’re not really dating, because I saw him holding hands with Marsha Davis—holding hands, in public, like I’m chopped liver—but I still really like him and he’s super-cute and I think he’s really funny, but I’m not going to take some crap from a boy just because I like him, pardon my French—“
Ted pushed his cock into her face, slushing the tip nearly into her mouth, but mostly just slapping it around her pink lips.
“Hey, Mr. Kord, that’s really dirty!”
“I’m a dirty guy,” he choked out as he fucked his prick all over her fresh young face, leaving precum in her darling bangs, on her rosy cheeks, most of all on her shining lips.
Hesitantly, Mary licked a drop of his ejaculate from the corner of her mouth. “Golly! That’s so naughty! You’re so naughty, you jerk, you dirty guy—jerk your peter for me, you dirty guy!”
Ted’s mouth fell open, his guts twisting like he’d taken a sucker punch. “Uh, UH, AHH!” His cock gushed a line of cum from Mary’s ear to the apple of her cheek.
“Willikers!” Mary moaned unsteadily.
Another big splash of cum spewed from his cock, shooting high into the air before coming down in a raining splat on his mat. Mary was quick to throw herself in front of his cock after that.
“You’re doing it! You’re shooting off, Mr. Kord! You’re shooting everywhere!”
Ted nodded as his cum splashed across Mary’s face, hot globs of it slushing down her chin and cheeks, matting her bangs to her forehead. Her eyes were wide and radiant as she took in his cock, pulsing and throbbing out emissions right in front of her.
“Keep frigging jerking off, you son of a so-and-so, keep jerking your gosh-darn prick, I wanna see you good-golly drown me! Dagnabbit, keep masturbating, keep shooting that stuff at me, you… you… RABBIT!”
All this time, Mary had continued diddling herself, though she’d been so eager to please Ted that she hadn’t noticed her own rising pleasure. Not until it was too late. Like she’d just said ‘Shazam!’, Mary felt her orgasm hit her. She twisted atop the toilet seat, humping her hips against her hand, digging her fingers to that spot inside her that always felt so good to the touch. Then the powerful ripple of her orgasm took over. Her eyes rolled back in her head. A strangled gasp animated her throat. Her lips fell open. And she winced as a bolt of cum landed in her open mouth.
Then Mary opened her mouth wider.
“I love it! I love it!” she yelped as Ted rained his load all over her face, until it looked more like she’d had a real facial than a porn facial. “Wheeeeeee!”
Finally, Ted had nothing more to give. He stumbled back into the shower, the hot water acting as an excellent curative for the swell of gritty sweat he felt all over his body. Mary got up off the toilet, tittering like a schoolgirl who’d gotten away with something. She ran a finger over her face and licked it clean, then (holding her hair) she ducked her head under the shower stream, washing her face clean. Once she was done, she kissed Ted on the cheek.
“Thanks for showing me that. I’ve never done that before! And thanks for all the white stuff.”
“Cum,” he said. “It’s cum.”
“Who’s coming?”
“I did. Just now. On your face.”
“With your penis?”
“Yes, with my—yes.”
Mary Marvel nodded sagely. “I like a snack after this sort of thing. You have any cereal? I could go for some Crocky’s.”
“You mean like in those ads with the annoying cartoon dinosaur?”
“He is not annoying! He’s cute.”
“Cute? That Jar-Jar Binks wannabe? What are you, twelve?”
“No, I’m sixteen. Going on seventeen.”
“That’s… generally how it goes.”
Mary turned on her heel. “I think I’ll just have a bagel. Don’t spend too long in the shower—“ She looked over her shoulder at him as she opened the door. “I might wanna get you dirty again.”
Ted watched her skirt sway as she closed the door behind her. Then he turned the dial to the coldest setting it had.
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Mary left—without getting dirty again—after her bagel. There was nothing else for it. Ted had to call Booster. He dialed as he went to his fridge, grabbed a beer, and wrestled with the cap. Damn beer bottle caps. Why couldn’t they just twist off like bottles of Sprite? Why’d you have to get a special opening mechanism when there were a billion better options? It wasn’t even classy, like champagne corks…
“Hey, you’ve reached Booster Gold…’s answering machine. I’m gone, but I’m not time traveling right now. Honest. If I were time traveling, wouldn’t I go back in time to pick up the call I missed? See? Logic!”
Ted growled before the beep cut him off. “Booster! Pick up! I’ve just gotten more action in the past twenty-four hours than I did in four years of high school and I think I may have committed a sex crime. Call me back!”
Phone in hand, Ted looked at his contact list. Who would understand, who could help him out? He’d just done perhaps the most indecent, scuzzy, schmucky, scummy thing of his entire life. He wasn’t an antihero! Maybe in Gotham, they knew how to bounce back from underage sex scandals in-between almost killing the Joker and bondage sex with Catwoman, but this was—wait.
Sleazy. Scuzzy. Slimy. Crooked. Dishonest. Shady. Untrustworthy. Max Lord!
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