Power Girl's Boy Toy

"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.

***

Hiro's workshop might've looked more advanced than your average Apple Store, but it took a while for his robots to fetch whatever he'd asked for. Well, more than a few seconds, but Karen had super-speed and she was horny. And her tits were still hanging out like she was Catwoman or something.

Hiro didn't zip up his jeans; maybe fearful that would put too much of a period on their escapade. But he did hold up his pants and sit down at a desk so his ever more exuberant hard-on was hidden from sight. "So, uh, you want a drink? Snack? I've been working on an invention that bakes a store-quality pizza in thirty seconds. It doesn't explode much at all."

Karen rolled her eyes. This was why she didn't date. In a flash, she swept everything off Hiro's desk.

"That laptop was technically sentient..." Hiro muttered, but Karen was already reclining on the desktop.

"Dick now. Toys later."

That still didn't get through his mop of hair. He gaped at her like she'd gone up a cup size. Sighing, Karen took his hands and placed a palm on each of her tits. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, muscles almost the size of his head, and pulled him firmly to his body. Belatedly, his hands began to squeeze.

"Harder," she told him, chuckling at his wide-eyed look. "You're not gonna hurt me..."

Now he really put some muscle in it; Karen could tell he was amazed at how resilient her breasts were while still being soft and plush to the touch. She chose then to kiss him on the mouth; he didn't respond, of course, just lay atop her woodenly, enthralled by her breasts.

"Multitasking, stud. Look into it."

He finally warmed, now hitting her with the opposite problem—going wild with exuberance, trying to cram everything he could into his time with her before she had second thoughts. He finally kicked away his pants, and their bare legs tangled with each other, his hands finding her hardened nipples and pulling at them. He still seemed to be in a state of shock, but he was coming to. He returned her kiss, at long last, his slippery tongue eeling into her moist lips and licking her teeth, her gums, the roof of her mouth.

Karen herself was a little amazed at how excited he'd become; like he'd never touched a girl before. It was contagious; she found herself more aroused than she had during her last run-in with Poison Ivy. She almost wanted him to fuck her now, screw the toys; she was hot as she could run.

But nah, let him get into the habit of giving a girl some foreplay. She'd hate to deprive Young Justice of that in the future.

Finally, he pulled his tongue from her mouth, having actually managed to develop a bit of a technique that Karen found effective. He moved down the smooth flesh of her neck, licking it as she rested her head against the desk and a stack of Post-Its she'd missed in her sweep. Her breasts were rising and falling like geographic events; it was no wonder he found his way to them, feverishly licking and kissing all over them like a surveyor. She petted his hair as he attended to her, stripping off her gloves when she had the chance. Motorboating her was a cliché, but not the worst feeling in the world. No, not even close to the worst feeling...

A hole in the floor, like an office electrical outlet, opened up and a vacuum tube suddenly spanned up to the ceiling. A capsule shot down; with a hiss of equalizing pressure, it stopped at the level of the desk. Not that Hiro noticed it. Karen had to tap him on the shoulder with a little bit of superstrength before he gave up sucking her left nipple.

"Oh, it's here," he said, a bit of drool on his chin. Karen wiped it off for him.

"That better not be a dog collar, kiddo. There's fun and then there's fun."

"I don't even own a dog!" Hiro protested, opening up the tube and taking out the capsule. "Tell me, have you ever owned a vibrator?"

Power Girl's eyebrow shot up. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"So I was just thinking—" He unscrewed the capsule and dumped out the contents: a six-inch Flash action figure. "Same principle, right?"

Karen screwed her face up in apprehension, before remembering that she had insisted on him whipping his dick out and jerking off onto her. In for a penny... "Well, Wally has always wanted to get in my pants..."

He turned the toy on and moved the buzzing head of the figuring to the swell of her cleavage. As he massaged one breast, his mouth found the other, keenly tracing the soft blue veins that ran nearly undetected through her cleavage. Karen bit her lip, wagging her knees as warm pleasure began to trickle up and down her chest. His early attention had made her breasts extremely sensitive. She wanted to reward him for it.

Reaching down, Karen encircled his shaft with her bare fingers. Hiro moaned girlishly at her touch, and then smiled sheepishly at her. She smiled right back, confident, reassuring. She pumped slowly on his cock, not wanting to excite him too fast, too early, but every languid stroke sent a shudder through his body. Gratifying. Very gratifying.

He ran the toy up her left breast, barely jostling the heavy flesh, and down the right breast, the one he was suckling out, barely moving his head out of the way before he traced his own saliva-slick path with the Flash. Karen squeezed just a little harder on his cock and, groaning, he humped into her hand. Her next stroke spread sticky pre-cum all over her hand. Soon it would be a slick sheen.

"ラッキ!" Hiro moaned. "You're the best, Karen! I want to make you feel as good as you're making me feel!"

Karen giggled happily as he kissed her neck again, running the toy down the middle of her cleavage. "You're off to a good start, Toyboy."

Kissing her hungrily, he stabbed a swollen nipple with the toy. Karen moaned into his mouth. She had tried vibrators before; she'd tried just about everything. But the same invulnerability that let her shrug off being caught in a firestorm made her insensitive to what would have a normal woman howling in orgasm. Only her own super-strong fingers could get her off, and that got old fast. But Hiro's stupid fucking Flash toy was shaking so hard it seemed to pass right through her armor, into a layer of sensitive, delicate erogenous zones just underneath her unbreakable skin.

She liked it. She liked it a lot.

"Hey, lover-boy," she breathed as soon as Hiro went back to kissing her neck. "Not many people how this, but in addition to having a great set of tits—" She pumped his cock harder to get his attention; heard his heart do triple-time. "And one hell of an ass, I also have one... badass... cunt."

Hiro looked her in the eye. She winked at him. He pulled the vibrator away from her humming nipples, laid down next to her as she opened up her legs, pulling the crotch of her costume aside.

And with one vicious underhanded swing, Karen had the Flash inside her for the first and last time.

"OH, RAO! OH FUCK! OH—BLESSED APHRO-FUCKING-DITE!"

Also for the first time, Karen was fucked so hard she called out to someone else's God.

"MOTHERFUCKING X'HAL!!!"

Her cunt gripped the toy like Hawkgirl holding a mace—she could feel the stupid little wings on Flash's cowl almost at her cervix. Her powerful legs thrust out hard enough to send anything they hit through the wall as a climax hit her body harder than Doomsday ever could. Hiro kissed her before her panting super-breath nearly threw him off her. Wisely, he bit down on one of her engorged nipples instead, teething it as he fucked the action figure into her with all the strength he had.

Karen screamed with each new angle the exploding buzz hit her at. She almost wasn't aware of Hiro taking ravenous mouthfuls of her creamy tit, biting down like he was trying to devour her, but that modest pain was the perfect thing to cut the burning pleasure between her legs. Karen actually whimpered with another orgasm, coming so hard she soaked Hiro's hand.

"I've got an idea!" Hiro said, careful to stay clear of the vortex formed by Karen's heaving breaths. It was like a small wind tunnel right above her moistly parted lips.

Listening to Hiro's ideas had worked out well for Karen so far. "Do it! Do it! Do it!"

Hiro took the toy away from Karen's cunt, to a gasp of dismay from the Kryptonian. The pleasure had been right on the verge of being unbearable—but only on the verge. And instead, he now reached around and planted the violently shaking action figure under the seat of Karen's costume.

"Are you trying to fuck my ass?" she asked, her words for once devoid of any and all sass.

"Yeah—kinda."

"Won't work. Too strong. Orion couldn't fuck me in the ass, and believe me, he tried!"

"That's where the kinda comes in," Hiro quipped, pushing the toy vertically between Karen's ass cheeks and arranged her wedgie to hold it in.

Karen laughed aloud, realizing what he'd done. "Sweet Rao, a girl could really fall for you, ya kinky little fuck."

It wasn't that the sensations taking hold of her body like a magic spell were any better, they were just so different. A bit like having sex with a really hot guy, then fucking his equally hot girlfriend. Every muscle in her body seemed to resonate with the force prying at her impenetrable asshole, stirring pleasures so deep inside that she hadn't known they existed. Goosebumps covered her invulnerable skin; even her teeth chattered in tune with the vibration's erotic song.

For a moment, Hiro bent over her, just observing the fruits of his labors. Then, quite quickly for him, he allowed himself to touch her. Supple artisan's hands peeled the remnants of Karen's suit down to her waist, the woman mumbling vague assent to any and all pleasure he brought her. Then those same fingers stroked the perfect skin of her sides, counting the ribs, caressing the adamantine bones as if admiring their workmanship. It was only with time that he came to her breasts, finding them a brand new delight for his perusal.

Under the vibration's effects, the two pillows bounced and blurred with a subtle life. Though the toy's energy went throughout Karen's body, its effect was most apparent on that buoyant, unmuscled flesh. As Hiro massaged the gentle hills, he felt the action of the toy shuddering against his palms. Her breasts were so large that he was able to lean in and once more engulf one hilltop with his mouth, while still leaving more than enough flesh for his hands to caress. A pebbly nipple tingled against his tongue, more rapidly than the greater mass of her breast. And underneath the beat of the vibration, he felt her pulse racing—categorical proof that he had pleased her.

Karen bit her lip hard, finally growing used to the pleasure running rampant through her system. "Enjoying yourself, kid?"

Hiro nodded graciously.

"Don't forget... great tits... great ass... great cunt..." And her voice sizzled, as she looked down to where his cock still stood out strong and proud from his groin. "I don't have all day, stud... You'd better get that in me before some asshole invades the planet... and I have time to realize how out of your league I am!"

Perhaps Hiro was just obeying his crush, or maybe he'd finally gained the confidence to fuck her. But he was resolute and unhurried, picking up both of Karen's thickly muscled legs and pushing them high into the air. The motion compressed Karen's asshole around the toy, making her pleasure even more intense. Her eyes rolled back in her head even before Hiro had poised himself at her open cunt, her pink labia moist and ready, the culmination of all the pleasure he'd given her.

He wasted no more time. Hiro threw himself forward with all his strength.

Both Hiro and Karen gasped.

Karen was lost within her own pleasure. With familiarity, the vibration had ebbed to a nice, even stimulation throughout her body. With even the comparatively meager addition of Hiro's human skills and power, she was once more filled to the brink. She was torn between twin pleasures: the subtle vibration that the action figure had become and penetration in her cunt so new and sudden on her inflamed sensitivity that she would've believed that Kendra had shoved the handle of her mace up there once more.

For his part, Hiro had neglected to consider that the vibrations running the length of Karen's body would also be in her vagina. Through the thin membrane separating Karen's vagina from her rectum, he felt tiny shuddering fingers touch the underside of his cock. He froze as the heat and wet and tightness of Karen's cunt, together with the trembling massage of the action figure, all stimulated him to near-orgasm.

Then he returned to himself, refusing to come so soon when he'd just penetrated Power Girl. Quickly, he swiped the sweat from his eye. In moments, he'd become drenched. Hiro would've liked to think it was the vibration, but it was Power Girl. He knew it was her. Her cunt, her pleasure felt even better than her hand or breasts had—better than anything had. He held himself inside her, aware of every iota of his manhood pulsing and throbbing within her sublime body.

Karen opened her eyes. She gripped herself under her knees, holding her legs in the downright obscene pose that Hiro had contorted them into. And she began thrusting up into his penetration, her thatch of pubic hair softly slapping against his belly. Hiro actually cooed as she jerked him off with her cunt; she loved the excitement showing in his eyes, the total lack of ego. He was enjoying himself, enjoying her, and he wasn't afraid to show it. He moved in counterpoint to her soft swaying, pushing back against the firm hand of the vibration.

Slowly, steadily, he slipped in and out of her, resisting the temptation to pound at her for the few seconds it would take to bring himself off. He knew how good that would feel. Every muscle in him ached to do it. But this would feel so much better. For both of them.

He wished he could tell her how beautiful she was, how wonderful she felt, how much he loved her and everything about her, but for once, he was speechless. He just moaned gently, putting all his love and admiration into that simple sound.

Karen ran her hand through his damp hair, one last time. "Don't go falling in love with me, kid. Just come. Come inside me. I know you need to."

Hearing her marvelously silky voice trickle into his ear, Hiro couldn't resist giving a hard thrust that earned him a sigh from Karen. "Fuck..."

Hiro restrained himself after that. He knew he didn't have long. He experimented with the angle of his thrusts, the power of his strokes.

"Fuck!" Karen cried again, encouraging the lad. She knew that hearing her talk like that would draw him in, drive him harder.

With all the strength he could muster, Hiro threw himself on her, mounting her upturned ass so he was driving himself straight down into her. Her cunt churned under him, she held him in a velvet vice that pulled and dragged and kissed at his cock.