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Super Sexuality	By : LithiumHobo Category: DC Verse Comics > Justice League Views: 49969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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High up overhead, scanning the streets of Metropolis for crime and super villainy, is the great blue protector. Chest is branded with the universally known “S”, and a red cape flutters in the wind as it courses around the hero in flight. A symbol of bravery, power, and truth. No, it is not Superman, but rather his cousin, Kara, known to most as Supergirl.
Kara was going through her usual rounds of street patrol, gazing down at the people below and offering a friendly wave to those who bothered to peer up at the heroine. By now, most of Metropolis’s citizens had become accustomed to presence of super heroes and villains. The creation of the Justice League served to strengthen the awareness, often sending out small groups of heroes to tackle villainy rather than any hero that happened to be nearby.
Regardless of the citizen wide comfort of the super hero presence, Kara still got her fair share of onlookers. Her long, toned, legs lead up to a dangerously short skirt; the red contrasting against the blue top led the eyes directly there. Kara had long since stopped caring about all the panty shots she offered up to the faithful citizens. In fact, as she grew, she had learned to enjoy the knowledge that so many were checking her out when they thought they were being sneaky. When she was feeling especially hot and bothered, she would prefer to bend her leg up rather than keep them parallel to each other.
She had found she was not alone her in sexual thrill from knowingly showing off her body. She had heard many rumors of heroes who had been spotted having sex on rooftops or even in the sky, as well as theories as to why so many heroines were such revealing costumes. Perhaps it had something to do with the knowledge that no one knew who you really were, and you could get away with something as scandalous as wearing a skirt too high or a top too low.
Still, she was reserved enough to not go around flashing her tits as she flew around, much to the dismay of many, she was sure. She was finding she was becoming brasher as she grew, however. At the still developing age of 20, Kara was discovering things about her sexuality, specifically the frustration with being a Krytoptonian on a human world. It’s no surprise that due to Supergirl’s super human strength, she had trouble getting the full sexual satisfaction she desired from human males. While she is not alone in the super strength department, few can match her strength and endurance. Even so, she had never pursued a relationship with a fellow hero; there were just too many complications that would arise. No, she was left with high school and college boys, too inexperienced to know their way around her body and certainly too weak to do anything of any notice to her.
As Kara ran these thoughts through her head, she sighed, fearing she would never find someone who could satisfy her in the ways she needed so badly. It was becoming a problem, and with each day sex occupied her mind. She worried that it would interfere with her life as a super hero, and that was something she couldn’t let happen.
Just as she was running through possible solutions to her problem, she heard a cry for help down in one of the many alley ways that littered the city. Instantly her mind switched to hero mode, and she turned in flight towards the incident.
Giving a heroic stance, Supergirl hovered 10 feet off the ground, staring down at the gruff young criminal aiming a knife at the horrified woman.
“Turn around and drop the knife, scumbag,” the heroine ordered, keeping a stern tone and look to issue dominance of the situation.
The thief turned to see who was foolish enough to risk their life for a stranger. When he saw no one standing before him, he looked up at the hovering blonde. Suffice to say he got a good look up her short red skirt, spotting her panties, a shade of blue to match her top. A sly smirk crept up on his 5 o’clock shadow face, and the knife was dropped only to appease the attractive blonde.
Kara gave a curious lift of her thin brow to the ease of the situation. “Go on, get out of here,” she said down to the relieved woman. She took the opportunity and ran as fast as she could out of the alleyway and all the way home. Now that the victim was out of danger, she had to deal with the criminal. “Alright, punk, it’s off to jail with you.”
“Aw, come on,” replied the scruffy looking crook, “Why don’t we stay here awhile and get to know one another. I feel like I’m pretty familiar with you already.” His eyes dropped down from looking her dead in her blue eyes back to her blue panties, savoring the sight he was sure wouldn’t last long.
Supergirl finally saw why the crook gave up so easily, he was flirting with her! And to boot, the criminal could see up her skirt. Thighs closed tight together and hands pushed her skirt down more to cover up any chance of letting him see anymore. She enjoyed showing off now and then, but only when in flight, when she didn’t have to look people in the eye afterwards.
“You creep!” she shouted, coming to land down on the ground so she could release her skirt in comfort that she wasn’t showing off anymore, at least not between her legs.
“Hey, you were the one all spread eagle up in the air, I figured you wanted me to see, blue eyes,” reasoned the crook, taking another opportunity to eye the heroine up and down. From her red boots that reached just below her knees, along her lithe legs, up the span of her tight stomach, over her generous breasts, and stopping at her delicate face, framed by wheat blonde hair, Supergirl was a sight to behold. Unlike most other female heroes, Supergirl was still a young woman, and carried with her a youthful innocence. The man snaked his pierced tongue out, dragging it over his soft lips and lip ring.
“You’re lucky I don’t punch your face through the back of your head!” Supergirl shouted.
“Ah, you wouldn’t do that, blue eyes,” he confidently replied. “You’re too much of a good girl. But, we can change that if you like,” he offered, taking a few steps closer to the young woman.
This wasn’t the first time a petty crook came onto Kara. Super heroines got it a lot, but her especially. Because of her apparent age, a lot of crooks figured they could easily seduce the young woman, take her over to the dark side and have a powerful ally, if not a great lay. Of course those who didn’t act on these urges did so because of the fear that any number of other heroes, Superman especially, would punch them around the globe for being so explicit with the girl.
In every situation such as this, Kara easily ignored the advances of the criminals, just waiting for them to lay a hand on her so she could break it in seven places. Maybe it was just how she was feeling at the time, but she didn’t instantly throw away the notion of letting him continue. Most crooks were not attractive beyond the whole bad boy appeal. This one was different, however. He had a gruff, unshaven face, and piercings in his lip, ears, nose, brow, and who knows where else. He had a strong face, carved from a life on the streets. His clothes were rather baggy, but his arms were bare, displaying a gallery of ink across defined muscles. Brown hair hung messily against his facial features, and a cocky smile looked ever plastered on his face.
She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t just a little bit attracted to him. Maybe it was his features, his bad boy attitude, or a mixture of it all, but she was forgetting she was supposed to be stopping this thug. She thought about how he spied a look up her skirt, and how embarrassed she felt. Now she was doubting whether or not that was just an act. She wondered if she had unconsciously spread her legs on purpose like that. Hell, she had been at this hero thing for some time; she knew how to present herself. Her quandary was extended when, as she thought about the man getting a peek at her privates, she admittedly got a little wet. Kara began to think about this bad boy taking her right there in the alley way. Forcing himself upon her and she all too willing to give in to his advances.
As her mind wandered, the shady character took a few more cautious steps towards the young blonde. His confidence was fading with each step. While he had a cocksure attitude about himself, he was still aware of who he was dealing with. This girl could rip him in half like a phone book in a single, easy, movement. Not seeing any resistance, he tested the waters and leaned in close, granting himself a whiff of her scent.
“Mm, vanilla,” he whispered against her ear, brushing a few strands of strawberry blonde hair away from her ear.
That was enough to wake Kara up from her thoughts. She had made her decision, and it was about time she followed through with her desires. She knew full well her fantasy of some mortal human overpowering her could never come to fruition without the aid of dangerous kryptonite or a dozen red sun lamps, and how many boys had those laying around? So, Kara had to make the first move. With a motion too fast for him to see, and too strong for him to resist, Supergirl pushed her prey to the far wall of the alley, sending several trash cans from their location.
Suffice to say, he was shocked. He actually never expected his advances to go very far. At best he’d get a sweet giggle and he’d be hauled off the jail. Most likely he figured she would break a few of his bones and he could maybe get some kind of compensation from the city. But Supergirl, the sweet faced hero of Metropolis, shoving him to the wall and staring him down with those azure eyes with such passion and want? That was a bet he would have lost. A surge of fear ran down his spine as her muscled, but feminine, arms blocked his escape, her palms pressed against, and a bit into, the brick wall he was pinned against.
Like a hungry cat, Kara bared her pearly whites to the victim who was only moments ago the predator. Her pink, thin, lips pulled into a wicked smile as she looked over her prey. The neck, she thought, would be a good place to start. With much more human speed, the young woman dove in, sealing her lips around the inked neck as teeth dug into the flesh. Her body followed suit, coming closer to the man and pressing itself against him. Her firm, perky, breasts mashed into his chest, which she could now feel was quite defined and nice. The surging heat of her vagina radiated against his crotch, and a smooth thigh lifted to press between his legs. The leg raised and lowered slightly, rubbing the inside of his right thigh with tender care as her mouth threatened to pull away a chunk of his neck with it.
He wasn’t sure how to feel at that moment. Here was a beautiful woman appreciating his body with such vigor and want that he didn’t know what to do with himself. On the other hand, her strength matched her desire, which overwhelmed him to some degree. He could feel the warmth of a trickle of blood roll down his neck and a warm tongue sneak out to lap it up. Her leg between his own felt good at first, but soon she was adding her strength there as well, and the smooth thigh had raised up to his crotch, apply a steady stream of pressure that he feared he wouldn’t live through. The only features of this whole event he could enjoy fully were the feeling of her soft lips against his coarse neck and her full breasts pressed against his chest.
Eventually the pleasure was outdone by the pain he was feeling, and he finally found his voice.
“Help! Someone help me!” he cried, hoping to alert another super hero to his predicament, as no police officer alive would be able to pull her off of him. He struggled against her body, trying to slip under her arm and away from her chest, but she was pinning him against the wall with too much force.
That familiar cry subdued Kara’s sudden primal nature. Her eyes flew open and she unlocked her grip from the man’s neck. Stepping back, the man, like the woman before, ran without hesitation; though with some struggle do to the soreness of his crotch. Kara just stared at the wall for a few seconds before she could taste the man’s blood on her lips. A tap of her delicate fingers to the corner of her mouth showed a spot of blood, and not her own.
What had she become, she thought? How could it have gotten so bad that she would assault just some random stranger? No longer could she allow herself to suppress her urges. She had to find a healthy outlet for her desires. Immediately, she took flight, and began communication with the Watchtower for teleportation back to the base. This was a problem she couldn’t face alone. She needed someone who she felt shared her dilemma. A beautiful woman with the strength of the gods. Kara needed Wonder Woman.

The teleportation was near instantaneous. One moment Supergirl was frantically flying over Metropolis, hoping to whatever deity would listen that no one would believe the frightened words of a criminal about her sexual assault on him, and the next she was standing in the control room of the Watchtower – the space station head quarters of the Justice League.
Kara didn’t bother to listen to Mr. Terrific’s welcome and was up in the air as quick as she arrived. She was lucky her actions weren’t being monitored at the time. If she had been on a specific assignment, or a high risk area, the surveillance crew would all have a copy of Supergirl gone wild.
The metallic doors opened before the flying heroine – picking up her fast approaching presence just in time before she could burst through them. She darted and swerved past the heroes walking through the halls of the space station, each curious as to what had Superman’s cousin in such a rush. Kara was determined to have a nice, private, talk with Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman, or Diana to her friends, was a person Kara greatly admired. If she was a Kryptonian and basically forced to model herself after her cousin, Superman, Kara would aspire to be Wonder Woman’s protégé.
She found Diana’s room further up the base, in one of the larger suites – Wonder Woman was one of the founding seven, after all – and frantically knocked on the door. To her relief, Diana was there to answer. The Amazonian was already dressed in her hero attire, as most of the heroes on the ship were required to do as they could be called into action at a moment’s notice. Her larger than life breasts were snugly hugged by her mystical metal breastplate, rising up over the cups and pressing together to form the most famous cleavage known. Long raven hair billowed down to her shoulders and a few inches beyond, nestling against her broad shoulders. Blue eyes, slightly darker than Kara’s, looked concerned for the fellow heroine’s obvious distress.
“Kara, what’s wrong?” Wonder Woman asked in a maternal tone. She had found a great connection with Kara over the years, treating her like a daughter at times. She saw a lot of herself in Kara, so when the girl came to her with a look of such fear, she wanted to make it all better for her.
“Diana…I…I don’t know what to do,” Kara said with a pout, looking up at the 6 and a half foot tall Amazon with tears welling her bright blue orbs. She dove into Wonder Woman’s chest, burying her face against the swells of her breasts as she broke into tears.
Wonder Woman was quick to embrace the broken child, and took her into her strong arms. This was obviously a private matter, so she took her into her room and set the door to lock. Diana led the worried hero to her bed and directed her to sit on the end.
“I’ll get you some water, Kara, and you tell me what’s wrong,” Diana prescribed. She turned and walked towards her private bar. She rarely used it except for an after battle drink of mead, but now it would be used for more nurturing reasons. Her plush tush swayed in the tight confines of her blue bottoms, barely larger than your run of the mill panties. Strong, tanned, legs carried her over to the bar where she poured some water into a small glass. When she returned to Supergirl, she had calmed down a bit, collecting herself so she could tell her friend what was wrong.
Taking the glass, Kara took a thirsty sip of the crisp, cool, liquid. It helped clear her throat so she could speak. Despite this aid, she was having a hard time finding the words. Diana was a dear friend, but she was almost like another mother for her. She cared for her, directed her on the right paths, and helped her when she needed it most, like now. Kara had never spoken with Diana about something so sensitive as sex. Diana was proud about her body and open about her sexuality and her feelings on it, but it didn’t make Kara any less nervous about talking about her own sexuality with her.
“Take your time, Kara,” Diana reassured with a warm hand on the girl’s back. Her eyes were so inviting, a soft smile on full, crimson, tiers accompanied her soft features and helped Supergirl ease into the situation.
“Diana,” Kara started, keeping her eyes directed at her red boots, “Do you ever have problems with your...sex life?” The words didn’t come easily, and she paused for a good while, nearly prompting Diana to try and fill in the blank for her.
Kara had assumed that Wonder Woman would take this conversation easily, given her stance on female sexuality, but hearing the words “sex life” from a person she considered practically a daughter was a bit shocking at first. But Wonder Woman is a warrior born, and able to withstand any difficult challenge.
“You mean has my strength ever come in the way of finding a suitable mate?” Wonder Woman added, clarifying Supergirl’s problem. She knew the girl had no problem finding male suitors. She was a beautiful young thing, with a body grown to perfection and at an age where it would only develop further. Kara was a ray of sunshine and very sociable, a friend to all. Of course, she was no ordinary girl, and had the difficult feature of having the strength of no human being in existence.
Supergirl could only give a soft nod, still transfixed on the floor, still not able to look Wonder Woman in the eyes as they discussed how Supergirl couldn’t get off with anyone.
“I know what you’re going through, Kara,” the Amazonian started. “When I left Themyscira for the world of man, I had only ever known the sensual touch of another woman. Upon my arrival, I found men to be disguising, brutish, and clumsy. Still, there were a few whom I felt an attraction to.” Diana would stand from the bed, cupping her hands behind her back as she walked to her window looking out into space, the pale blue orb of earth in view. “On more than a few occasions I have lain with a mortal man. Few have ever been able to satisfy me.” She wouldn’t go into a list of names, but Batman and Steve Trevor were among the short list of human men who brought her to climax.
Kara looked up from her now empty glass to the symbol of female power standing at the window. She hung on her every word, looking for the solution to her problem in her story. “So you have-“
“Yes, I have reached a blissful climax with men,” Wonder Woman interrupted, knowing the question before it was asked. She turned and faced Kara now, finding her confidence had returned somewhat that she was asking more questions. Diana returned to the bed, sitting next to Supergirl as she continued. “Though you are not alone in finding it difficult,” she solemnly put. “Unfortunately, human men lack the dexterity, stamina, and strength to satisfy women like us sexually. It’s only a man who truly knows how to treat a woman’s body, your body, who can satisfy you with mortal strength behind them.”
The blonde was hoping Wonder Woman had some kind of black book handy of human men who could find their way around her body and survive the attempt. Sadly, Diana added that such men were in short supply. The princess would give her some hope, however.
“What you need is a quick release, a, oh how do they put it, a strong fucking,” Diana crudely put in the gruff words of man. She noted the shocked girl’s expression and couldn’t help but give a laugh. “I know this can’t be easy to hear coming from me, but you will have to open up to these ideas if you want me to help.” Kara gave a nod to the offer and Diana began to give some real advice.
“Now as a Kryptonian, there are few who can match you in strength, speed, and stamina,” she reminded Supergirl of what she so begrudgingly knew. “Are there any strength endowed heroes you have in mind to help you through this problem?”
Supergirl knew this talk was going to get racy, but she didn’t expect Wonder Woman to start asking her to list off her desired sexual mates. “What? No! Of course not! These heroes are my partners! I could never-“and again the hero was interrupted.
“Kara, please, there is nothing wrong with having an attraction to another team mate. It’s perfectly natural and you shouldn’t be ashamed,” Diana reassured, using the oh so common phrase of ‘it’s perfectly natural’ to try and ease the girl’s embarrassment. “You’re a healthy young woman, there must be some men whom you feel a sexual desire towards and could satisfy you sexually.”
With twisted lips, Kara looked away from Wonder Woman again as she tried to think of the fellow heroes who she could see herself sleeping with and not killing in the process. Sadly, she came up with no one. There were other heroes, and even villains, who she had fantasized about, there was no question, but none that she could think of that could give her the sexual release she so sorely needed. She returned her eyes to Diana’s and gave a sorrowful bow of her head.
Wonder Woman had the perfect candidate in mind, knowing from firsthand experience that he could match the girl in every department and leave her begging for more. Sadly, this man was Superman, and she couldn’t very well suggest that Kara should get a good hard fucking from her cousin. Disappointed she couldn’t help the girl out, she allowed the lovely young woman to stand up and leave, but not before giving her a hug and promise that she’d help her eventually.
As Supergirl left her quarters, Wonder Woman began to think about her first sexual encounter with men. She had originally left the Amazon island of Themyscira to return the crashed pilot of Steve Trevor. He was brash and daring, with a charm she had never encountered before. Initially she found him off putting and one more reason to avoid mankind, but he began to grow on her as he displayed a heroism she had never seen before in anyone else, not even her fellow sisters.
Their relationship grew from a friendship with light teasing. A ruffle of his blonde hair, a pinch of her pert bottom, harmless playing really. Eventually Steve saw Diana as more than a friend and risked something more with her. Wonder Woman all too happily accepted his invitation to dinner. That night they had the finest food a man on a military salary could afford. They danced into the wee hours and Wonder Woman enjoyed a simpler, happier, life that night.
Later, back at Steve’s apartment, they both fell to temptation. Steve made the first move, planting a kiss firmly on the raven haired beauty’s lips. He would remark later that she tasted of exotic fruit. Although Diana cared deeply for Steve, she had never been with a man before, and the great warrior princess found herself scared about what would happen. But, it was with Steve, a trusted friend, and she knew everything would be alright with him.
She would return his kiss, pressing her full lips against his own and forcing her tongue into his mouth. His tongue tasted like the champagne they had been downing all night. It hadn’t affected Diana’s strong constitution, but Steve was just a bit tipsy, and she had to catch him on more than one occasion that night. She felt his hands run up her back and one made it all the way to her shoulder, tucked itself away behind her curtain of black hair and began to rub her shoulder. The other didn’t make it as far, and instead moved just a bit south to rest on the small of her back.
Diana had worn a backless red gown that night, and goose bumps rolled up her spine when the pilot moved his fingers across the crease traveling down the middle of her back. Never had she encountered a man who could make her feel so weak. She fell back against the wall when Steven pressed further, begging for a better taste of her mouth as his tongue joined the fray between lips. His strong, muscled, chest pressed hard against Diana’s full, up thrust, breasts, which had been nearly spilling out the top of her dress all night. Steve nearly went mad as he watched them bounced up and down while they ran through the park. Feeling them against his chest, he begged for more and her shoulder was abandoned so he could feel the heft of the tit in his palm.
Her left breast was massaged gently through her satin dress, his finger tips danced along the exposed flesh as her dark nipple hardened against his palm. A soft moan crawled up her throat then as his lips ventured south, pressing against the nape of her neck with such tenderness she almost forgot about how his massage of her chest was turning into firm squeezes and honks. Giggling at the development, Diana confidently threw Steve back onto the wide bed he had in the next room. Diana didn’t bother to think about all the women that had been in that bed with Steve before her. She knew she would be the best.
Startled at first, Steve soon relaxed when he saw her bedroom eyes from across the room. Steve began to remove his coat as Diana approached, her wide hips swaying under the thin layer of satin she wore. Her long, firm, leg peeked out of the slit that ran along the side of her dress as she walked, displaying the expanse of tan flesh in the moonlight that filtered through the curtains. The vision that approached, with the added effects of alcohol, caused Steve to find some difficulty in unbuttoning his shirt. Just when he thought he had one done, another managed to get buttoned up again.
With a sly smirk, Diana reached forward and grabbed Steve by his tie, pulling on it to lift him upright sitting on the bed. He was now at eye level with Wonder Woman’s glorious breasts. How they begged to be free of their tight prison. Her steady breaths caused her breasts to rise and fall gently, and her nipples had hardened enough to be noticeable through her dress. Steve gazed at the orbs with such admiration and wonder. His gentle blue eyes looked up from her cleavage to her matching blue irises. No words were exchanged but she knew exactly how he felt.
With the passing of that tender moment, Diana reached up to slither her fingers under the straps of her dress. Delicately, each was dropped down her shoulder. The dress stayed defiant, covering her breasts still by the sheer size of her breasts pressing against it. Her love peered back down, his attention back on her tits, as she hooked both thumbs in the top of the dress and gave a gentle pull down, leaving the dress to fall past her flat, toned, stomach and rest on the wide curve of her hips.
There were no words for what he saw that night. Her breasts were more than handful for any man, or woman. Whenever Wonder Woman was in the news, her generous assets were the subject of debate. Were they real, were they fake? If they were fake, what surgeon was so skilled that he could craft such pieces of art? Steve himself wondered if the generous orbs were natural or some form of magic the Amazons had access to, but he was about to find out the answer to his quandary: it didn’t matter.
Seeing that Steve didn’t know how to advance with such splendors in his sight, Diana gave him another nudge, or rather, a tug. Her hands cupped behind his head and pulled him into the soft embrace of her cleavage. His face was enveloped with more tit flesh than he knew what to do with, but he would be damned if he didn’t at least do something.
Steve’s mouth dance against the inside curves of Diana’s chest, sampling the delicate flavor and scent they presented for him. With more confidence, his hands reached up to cup the supple orbs. He resumed the gentle squeezes and exploratory massages of her breasts he had began moments before when they kissed. Oh he could spend hours with her breasts. His mouth moved beyond her cleavage and encased the firm bud of one of her nipples. Lips and tongue worked in tandem to both savor and please the flesh.
The Amazon goddess rolled her head back as he grew more confident with her breasts. Her hands remained behind his head, holding him to her chest so he wouldn’t get any wise ideas like moving away. She uttered a sigh of arousal as he bit down on her nipple. He knew he wasn’t able to hurt her, so he gave it his all and it was just enough to send a shiver of pleasure through her body. Little sparks shot out from wherever his mouth and hands moved on her body, coursing through the rest of her to alert every other nerve of the joy present. He began to tweak and pull at her unattended nipple, as if to try and rip it from the flesh. It was rough play for any mortal woman, but for Diana it was still soft petting, and that was just fine with her for now.
The American hero wasn’t content with just her breasts, however. Okay, that wasn’t true, he could suck and massage those ripe melons until he died of old age, but he didn’t want Diana to think he had a one track mind, at least not one directed at only part of her body. She was a glorious woman whose every curve demanded attention. His hands sneaked away while her head lolled back in pleasure and slapped themselves against her firm ass, immediately taking hold of her cheeks through the red dress.
Of course Diana felt no pain from the sudden slap of her tight ass, but it made the sensation no less surprising. She felt a bit offended at first. How dare a man slap her in such a way! Luckily for Steve, and his neck, she remembered who was behind the hands and could only help but laugh at his behavior. She looked down at his sweet face, buried in her breasts, and reveled in the feeling of his hands groping her backside. She pressed back a bit against his hands, filling them more with the muscle as she leaned a bit forward at the same time, forcing more of her tits into his face. He was in heaven and nearly came right there.
Heavy petting could only satisfy the two of them so much, and so the enchanting heroine thrust the pilot back again. As he lay there on the bed, he noticed his shirt had been unbuttoned. The enticing presence of her breasts must have blinded him to her unbuttoning of his shirt, baring his sculpted chest and abs. Her plump, painted, lower lip was bit down upon as she gazed at her prize. From his defined pictorials all the way down to his large bulge, Steve Trevor was definitely a suitable mate.
Diana spared no more time and nearly leaped onto Steve, who had scooted back some onto the bed so he was no longer on the edge. She came to straddle his stomach, resting the moist heat of her slit against his abs. It was then he realized that the feisty princess opted out of both a bra and panties that night. Steve’s pants would have to go after that, and rather than wait for him to fumble his way out of those, Diana reached back and reminded him of her powers by ripping his pants clean off of his body.
As she looked over her shoulder, she saw that his cock was only at half mast. She was a bit insulted that he wasn’t fully hard by then, granting him such delights that he should have exploded in his pants, but Steve was no ordinary man. Admiring the challenge, Diana, hiked up her dress, up over the gentle curve of her ass and revealing her neatly trimmed pussy.
Reaching back again, Diana began to stroke Steve’s cock, causing more blood to flow into his member. Knowing she would need to step it up a bit, she began to slide her hips back and forth against his stomach, rubbing her aching pussy against his abs and brushing her ass against his cock. Giving him some extra visual aid beyond her mouth agape in pleasure, speaking only in moans and purrs, she reached a hand up to cup her own breast, massaging it as he had and pulling on her nipples roughly with the strength he couldn’t quite muster.
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Here was this tanned goddess, gyrating on his stomach, leaving a sticky mess, as she massaged his cock against her ass. Her breasts being tended to by her own delicate hands, as her pink tongue dragged slowly against rose red lips. His cock was more than hard enough now, and begged to be enveloped by her velvet folds.
Dragging her ass against his rigid member, Diana raised her hips up off of his torso, and soon brought them back down, impaling herself on Steve’s impressive dick. She moaned as the girth pressed against her tight walls, having known no other man’s touch before him. Her hips began to gyrate once more, moving her walls against his cock in every which way. Steve tried to lift his hips up to press further into her, but her strength was relentless and gave him no quarter.
With both her breasts being cupped by herself now, Steve moved his hands to her hips, starting from her thighs and eventually ending up on her ass. All her curves of supple flesh were gripped as she twisted her hips back and forth, grinding into his lap.
After some time, Diana released her ripe tits and leaned forward, bracing herself against the headboard behind Steve. Her height allowed her breasts to swing over his face as she began to thrust up and down on his cock now, trying her best to keep her strength in check. Steve had grown accustomed to just gripping her tight buns and began to spank her ass forcefully. She appreciated the effort he put forth to try and strike delicious amounts of pain through her, and that was well enough to help get her off. Her efforts increased, and her hips began to buck down harder and harder into Steve’s crotch. Thankfully the presence of the bed allowed for more give, and thus more allowance of Steve to withstand the super powered fucking. If they had been up against a hard surface, he may be facing some broken hips by now. Still, she was getting dangerously close to breaking her new toy, but luckily for him she came before she could. Her walls closed in tight, nearly sucking the life out of him and ending his life of sex right there. Diana had learned how to suppress her strength for the most part, and though she wasn’t fully focused on that task, she kept it always in mind and was able to keep from squishing him inside of her.
Now this was all well and good for Diana, but Steve needed to get off, and honestly he was surprised he didn’t come first. With her lying on his chest now, Steve was able to overpower her and flip her onto her back, much to her delight. Raising himself up some, he began to thrust his hips into her with vigor and want.
Diana howled in pleasure as Steve asserted his male power. She would always put her sisters in women first, but she found it kinky to have a man act all macho every now and then. Her legs rose up and wrapped around his hips, pulling him into her more and challenging him to fight against them. Steve met her challenge and fucked her even harder, grunting like a mad dog as she plowed into her sweet honey pot. Her breasts bounced in tempo with his motions, and her hands once again cupped the supple orbs to reduce their movement and future sore feelings.
It didn’t take long for Steve to cum, filling her with his hot seed. Nothing would come of the exchange of fluids. Perhaps it was just timing, or Amazon versus human DNA, but after that night no little Steves or Dianas would be running around.
Afterwards they would embrace until the sun came up, illuminating their equally attractive bodies and forcing them to once again show their love for one another. Sadly Diana’s relationship with Steve didn’t last, but her love for him would always remain.
Wonder Woman had gotten herself quite wet from the memory, and her costume felt all the tighter against her body. She had to get out of it and into a good bed. Perhaps she could give a ring to Superman or Batman, depending on how she’d like to get off that night.

As Wonder Woman reveled in her sexual memories, Supergirl had only a grim sexual future to look forward to. Needing to let off some steam, not knowing if it was from anger or desire, Supergirl returned to earth via the teleporter. She flew with a grimace rather than her usual cheery smile. Why should she bring the onlookers the joy of her smile when she knew all they could do was disappoint her?
In the midst of her grumbling and flight, an alerting beep sounded in her ear. With a groan, she pressed in on the earpiece all Justice League members wore.
“Yeah, what is it now,” Kara spoke with an obvious tone? Her words reached the piece fine, sending her attitude ridden greeting back to the Watchtower.
“Supergirl, you’re needed at the Metropolis docks,” spoke the voice in her ear. Mr. Teriffic was on his usual monitor duty and noted a big problem near Kara’s location. “It’s Lobo again, and he’s causing quite a stir.”
Oh she knew who Lobo was. He was a crude and vile menace. More of a pest than a villain. He never seemed to have any malicious goals on earth, acting only as a bounty hunter and usually staying out of earth’s range. Still, he frequently caused more harm than good and his presence on earth was never tolerated.
“Oh come on, Mr. T,” Kara whined, using a name he disliked so. Probably not going to help her plea. “Can’t you send someone else? What about Superman? Or Wonder Woman? They can handle him just fine.”
“Don’t think I haven’t tried,” he replied with a now matching attitude. “But neither of them are answering their communicators and you’re close by anyway, so get down there!”
“Fine fine, god!” Supergirl groaned, taking her finger off the ear piece and doubling her speed so she could reach the brute soon and take care of it quicker. As she cleared the last building, the docks came into sight, and there was no sign of Lobo. However, what was evident was his space fairing bike and a lot of noise coming from the dock side bar.
Inside, Lobo stood at the bar at a whopping eight feet and a muscle mass unseen in most. Most of the other patrons have cleared out by then, and the freshly made laser rifle holes in the walls and furniture were clear indicators of why.
“Come on, you bastich!” Lobo barked at the bartender, the last remaining human in the establishment. “Give me something stronger!” he commanded again, slamming his pale fist into the counter and breaking it in half.
“B-b-b-but you’ve already drunk everything I have!” the frightened man reasoned from his fetal position on the floor.
“What?! Of all the fraggin’ luck! I come all this way to get a drink and I’m not even buzzed!” Lobo angrily put. With the counter destroyed like much of the rest of the bar, the only thing left to do to show his anger was to pull out his laser handgun. He aimed it dead at the bartender and fired.
Much to his surprise, there was still a quivering human male before him. Upon further inspection, he saw that there was a delicate hand gripping the barrel of his gun. Black eyes dragged along the connecting arm to the interloper’s face, and soon a little bit south to the S and a couple of other items of interest.
“Go home, Lobo,” Supergirl plainly put. She was in no mood for negotiations.
“Well well well, if it isn’t Blue Boy’s little cousin,” Lobo stated, having lost his anger in favor of interest of the fetching newcomer. “Although, not so little, I should say,” he corrected, giving her right breast a playful poke right on the nipple.
Irritated already, Supergirl pulled the gun from his grip and with the other hand laid a vicious blow to his chest, sending him flying back onto the piers outside. Not bothering to check to make sure the bartender was already, she immediately took flight after Lobo. Familiar with the pale alien, Kara knew that Lobo never went peacefully, or easily. The member of a nearly extinct race possessed strength near equal to that of Superman’s, and the ability to recover from any injury given enough time to regenerate.
Lobo was stopped when he hit the hull of a ship. Pulling himself out of the Lobo shaped dent, his big clunky boots landed on the pier below. He walked towards the fast approaching Supergirl with a casual stroll, straightening out his leather biker jacket. Before she could pummel him a second time, he sent his own fist into the fray, connecting with the heroine’s face before she could reach him.
Supergirl spiraled away from the brute, landing ten feet away from him, flat on her back. It was too rare that a brute punch actually injured her. Usually she was weakened by Kryptonite, magic, or electricity first. So it was a surprise when he actually managed to give her a sore jaw. Sitting up, she saw him giving a mocking chuckle at her huburis. Oh no she was not about to be beaten by this lout.
The gruff alien lost himself in his laughter when his face was blackened by the white hot beams firing from Supergirl’s eyes. “So, you wanna play rough then, cutie?” he asked before pulling a large iron chain from off the pier, ripping it from the ship he had smacked into. A large arcing swing followed, sending the chain to smack into Kara’s side and wrap around her several times. Before she could break free, he again swung the chain, this time upwards and brought it down behind him, slamming her into the docks and breaking many boards in the process.
After recovering from her daze, Supergirl decided not to break free just yet and instead grab hold of the oversized chain, yanking it towards her and bringing the crude brute with it. Instead of punching him in the jaw this time, she gave him a fierce headbutt, stopping his journey short and keeping him within range instead of repelling him back again.
“Whoa ho ho, girlie. You’ve got some chops on you! Superman never played this dirty,” Lobo complimented.
“I’m NOT Superman,” Supergirl said, stating the obvious.
“Clearly not, sweet cheeks. For one thing, you’ve got nicer tits than him,” Lobo said, again trying his hand at complimenting her.
“Or my ass,” Kara replied, surprising even Lobo. She didn’t know what made her so crude, Lobo crude, but it felt good to get some power back. Adding to her statement she landed a swift blow to his stomach, keeping it there as he buckled over her fist.
Feigning injury, Lobo gave a sorrowful groan and before she could realize it was an obvious act, he grabbed on her arm and yanked her out of the pile of chains and against his body. “Not bad, sweetie, I guess I can give you a free ride, if you beg,” he said, reaching down to get a handful of her pert butt cheeks.
On any other day, with any other person, Kara would have uppercutted him into the sun for slapping her ass and taking a good long squeeze of it. But today was different. Lobo was different. Kara was different. “You couldn’t handle me if you tried, big boy,” she said with a sultry tone, leaning in close to his gruff face as her ass wiggled in his greedy grip.
Well this was certainly surprising, but nothing Lobo wasn’t prepared to tackle. “You’re way more fun than your boy scout cousin, kid!”
“You have no idea,” Kara adjusted before forcing her lips upon his. He tasted like cigar smoke and exotic liquor, but the fact that this was all so wrong made them very delicious flavors. She purred against his lips as he growled in his throat, his hand squeezing even tighter on her ass while the other hand pressed on the small of her back. Before he could figure her out, before he could get comfortable with the situation, Kara threw him a wild card and sent her knee up against his crotch.
Releasing her, Lobo doubled over in pain. No matter the species, a knee to the crotch hurt, especially when it came from a Kryptonian. Giggling at her domination of the alien, she stood proud over him, confident in her ability. Before she could get too comfortable, however, Lobo stood up, having recovered quickly. Smirking, he reached forward quickly and grabbed her costume, ripping his hand away and taking a large bit of cloth from her.
Kara’s perky breasts bounced free from the tight blue confines. Shocked, mouth agape, Supergirl felt the breeze run along her pink nipples, causing them to awaken before Lobo reached forward with both hands and covered her breasts.
They were a full handful for him, and a bit more for any normal sized man. He took great joy in swirling his hands around the soft orbs, giving numerous good honks and squeezes, but nothing she couldn’t handle. She wanted something she couldn’t handle. Kara wanted to bite off more than she could chew and face the consequences.
“Look here, pig,” Kara started, mimicking Lobo by getting a good handful of his shirt and yanking him forward. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do this right. Don’t you dare go soft on me? I need a good, hard, fuck, and you’re the only guy who can give it to me. So cut the heavy petting and fucking use me!”
Lobo didn’t know what to say, but he knew what to do. He went from firm gropes to rough pinching and pulling on her now rock hard nips. Kara cried in pain and pleasure, arching her back and thrusting her firm young breasts his way. Suddenly Supergirl was lifted into the air, a rough hand cradling her ass, and her breasts were brought to face level with Lobo. He had no problem fucking her, but he’d be damned if he was going to kneel before some girl. The breast getting no attention now had his mouth locked around it, sucking hard and flicking her bud with his smoky tongue.
Supergirl gave a delighted squeal as she was lifted up and all her soft mounds were being occupied by the alien bad boy. She leaned into him, pressing her tit more into his mouth as he tugged harder on nipple, soon biting on the other. This caused her to wrap her legs around his chest. Supergirl had stellar legs, but they weren’t long enough to reach all the way around the tree trunk that was Lobo’s torso.
Suddenly, Kara pulled a maneuver she learned from Wonder Woman and took flight, legs still secure around Lobo’s chest. As soon as Lobo opened his dark eyes to see they were moving, they stopped, his back slammed into the brick wall of a nearby building. Startled, Lobo released her breasts and looked up at the soft face that carried with it the look of wild primal lust. Just the way he liked it.
Not to be outdone, however, Lobo turned the tables, or more literally the super hero, and slammed her against the opposite wall. He saw the familiar look of pleasure derived from pain on her face and hurried over to her, locking his lips with hers again as he gave her thighs a good groping.
As he did, Kara reached between them and tried to find some way to unzip his jeans. Not finding any quicker method than just ripping them off, that’s what she did. Before she could have the chance to glance down at the rod that was about to impale her, she was spun around again, this time forcing her to face to wall. With a sly smile, Kara used her super strength to actually get a good grip on the wall, digging her fingers into the mortar.
As Supergirl braced herself against the wall, Lobo used his strong hands to spread her legs, causing her skirt to ride up on her hips, but not enough for what he need. Forcing it up, he was gifted the sight of the luscious ass he had been massaging for a good while. It was heart shaped and unblemished. Snuggled between her cheeks was a blue thong, a darker shade where she was getting wet. He was nearly lost in the perfect sight until she started shaking her hips left and right slowly, moving her ass in a way to entice him and get him going.
Kara could feel her soaked cotton panties be pulled down over her ass. She was ready to lift her legs up to step out of them when he stopped and let them remain just above her knees. Oh she liked this. She kept her eyes forward, wanting to be surprised by every move he made. She could feel the impressive length of his cock slap against her pert cheeks, and its girth rest between them. Even if he wasn’t strong enough, the size of his member certainly more than fit her bill. It didn’t quite fit elsewhere as she was stretched to her limit around his massive cock, taking it in inch by inch as he tried to force it in as fast as possible but there was just wasn’t enough give between his size and her tightness. She helped by pushing back against him, sliding him more and more into her slippery folds.
“Oh fuck,” she cried, “oh fuck, oh fuck, aaaahhh FUCK! Dammit Lobo why didn’t you tell me you were this big?”
“What? And spoil the surprise?” he replied, giving her a swift slap on the ass. For the first time in her life, someone left a red mark on her ass, and she loved it.
Maybe it was his size, the moment, or how long she had waited, but she came right then and there. She squeezed tightly around his cock, causing him to wince in pain as the powerful Kyrptonian contractions proved a bit much for him. He couldn’t get out now, though, and had to let her ride it out before he started riding her.
Her fluids dripped down his shaft as he began the steady fucking of her tight pussy. There was a lot of work to be done to give her the hard fucking she so demanded, but he was willing to put in the time. Over and over he plowed into her, his cock working her folds to accommodate his size. Her juices helped lubricate his cock and allowed him to start fucking her harder and harder.
Supergirl began to wail with joy as she was being given the fuck of her lifetime. She needed this, badly, and was getting more than she thought possible. Her fingers dug further into the bricks and mortar and she began to thrust her hips back against him, fucking him with everything he was fucking her with.
“Yes! That is IT!” she screamed into the wall. “Fuck my young cunt! Harder, dammit! Fucking ruin me, Lobo! Ruin me!”
Lobo said nothing, but instead replied by gripping her hip with super strength and spanking her ass with even more. With each thrust he slapped her backside, leaving it a throbbing red so she would remember him. Soon her jiggling breast was gripped by him, squeezing hard so it too would go with sores in the morning. Again her nipples were tweaked and tugged. As he did this, he began to feel her walls get tighter. She was going to cum again soon and he didn’t want to be in there when she did. He began to pull out but she wouldn’t have that.
“The fuck you are!” Supergirl barked, and thrust her hips back against him, repelling herself of the wall and sending him back to the opposite building. There he was pinned as she continued to thrust her hips back against him, working her way to, and through, her second orgasm. All Lobo could do was grip the wall to brace himself against the pain.
Once she finished, Lobo thought he was done, and didn’t care if he hadn’t cum. He’d find some alien floozy on some random moon and dump his load there. Instead, Kara reached back and pulled him off the wall and out of her and slammed him into the ground. While he was dazed, she mounted his hips, facing away from him.
Supergirl looked down at the mighty cock she aimed her pussy over. She gave it a curious look and then gave an angry one back at him. “This is bigger than I thought! You’ve been holding out on me, you prick!”
“Not my fault! You’re too tight, superbitch!”
“Bullshit, I’ll show you how it’s done,” she promised, and she slammed herself down on his cock. He feared she would bend it in half with such a move but he was lucky she got so lucky with the aiming. The force pushed him down against him down into the pavement, causing it to crack around him as he dipped into the ground.
He was all the way into her now, her ass pressed down hard against his hips. He watched as the blonde writhed in joy, feeling completely full and stretched. Her hips turned and her ass ground into him as she tried to get his cock to hit every spot at once. Before he could relax, she began to raise and lower herself on his rod, fucking herself with his huge dick while he just laid back for the ride.
She reached up to cup her breasts once she got a good rhythm going and didn’t need to brace herself against the ground. Kara loved the feeling of her ass slapping down against his hips. She massaged her breasts as soon as he gripped her hips. It felt like he was helping her up and down, but really he was just trying to get her off of him. She was too cock crazed to care though.
Supergirl rode the beast through several more orgasms, each one nearly breaking Lobo of his strength. He could recover from anything but this girl was going to leave a mark on him. Eventually she pulled herself off of him with a happy sigh. The actual lack of pussy around his cock caused him to finally cum, spurting a hearty load all over her perky cheeks. She stood and giggled, reaching back to dip her finger into the batch he supplied. Sucking it off of her finger, she gave a shrug. Not bad, but not great. She was glad she didn’t have to swallow it all.
Taking his chance, he gave a sharp whistle, confusing Supergirl for a moment, which was all he needed for his bike to come flying in and smack into her stomach, launching her in the far back wall of the alley. He struggled to stand as she came to, and hopped onto his bike just in time.
“I never thought I’d say this, but you’re too much woman for the Main Man, Supergirl,” he admitted and with it took off on his bike.
She stood, pulling her panties back up and over her jizz covered cheeks. A devilish smirk rose on her lips as he flew away. No one could say she didn’t get the job done; he was leaving, and probably would be too scared to come back for awhile. Pleased with finally getting a good lay, she was humbled by the fact that it wasn’t going to last a life time. She’d have to find someone else to screw. Someone else who could make her cum without her having to sacrifice her strength, to have to focus on keeping herself in check. To let her go wild. The prospect of the hunt definitely enticed her.
Her top was still torn so she’d have to fly to her place on earth as stealthily as she could to get changed before getting teleported back to the Watchtower. However, before she could take flight and find her way home, she felt the familiar sparks race through her body as her atoms were disassembled and reassembled elsewhere. She was teleported back to the Watchtower, and met with the disapproving eyes of Superman watching from the Monitor Room.
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