When Spidey Met Oracle

The last straw was when he'd walked in on Johnny's new pet, the six-foot tall insectoid, Annihilus, former despot of the Negative Zone, on the crapper... a sight that continued to haunt the web-slinger's dreams.

"Have you ever had sex on fire, Pete?" Johnny asked then, apropos of nothing.

"What do you think, flamebrain?" he murmured.

"Well let me tell you, it's awesome!" Johnny informed him. "It's... it's primal. It's raw. It's... It's right, you know? But there are only so many ladies on earth who can survive something like that..."

"How many times have you done this?!"

"Pete, come on, I'm a gentlemen," Johnny admonished. "I don't fuck and tell."

"That right there..." Peter sighed. "That thing you just said makes you the opposite of a gentleman."

"Agree to disagree."

"No, no," Peter sputtered. "You have to understand that much, at least... And I wasn't asking how many times you've violated Superman's barely legal cousin. I want to know how many times you've used my apartment for your little trysts and whether you always wear my robe afterwards."

"Almost never with the robe thing, but I heard people freaking out!" Johnny answered. "I didn't want to waste time slippin' on the ol' unstable molecular stretch-pants if it was the cops."

It was about then that Peter realized why he and the Human Torch had been friends for so long. Johnny Storm was the super-powered version of Harry Osborn. Well, the super-powered version of Harry that was a little less likely to lob pumpkin bombs at him. Given that realization, Peter knew just what tack to take with Johnny: surrender.

"Just... just get dressed," Peter begged. "Then get out. You can just burn that robe, by the way. Torch the bed, too, while you're at it."

"We didn't do it in the bed," Johnny sighed, getting up off the couch and strolling toward the bedroom. "Kara can hover. We did it over your bed."

*

The Human Torch knew how worried everyone was about him.

The rest of the Fantastic Four or the Future Foundation or whatever they were calling themselves now... They thought he'd died fighting Annihilus and his army in the Negative Zone, but then he was back two months later. Or so it seemed. The truth was Johnny had died. Then Annihilus brought him back to life so he could fight gladiator games for the bug king's amusement. When Johnny died in those stupid contests, Annihilus brought him back again and again so he could keep fighting, and the Torch kept playing over and over until he led a rebellion to take Annihilus down so he could come home to his family.

Supposedly.

It'd been this knock-down, drag-out fight to win the Cosmic Control Rod so the Torch could take Annihilus' throne, so Johnny couldn't say it had all been too easy, but it still seemed too good to be true.

He'd been in hell. Now he was back. He still wasn't completely convinced it all had been real.

During all those years with the Fantastic Four, Johnny Storm had encountered his fair share of alternate timelines and false realities and elaborate virtual simulations. He'd been in countless scenarios that just felt so real only for Reed to ultimately reveal it was fake, and Johnny didn't see how he could be sure that his death and return wasn't one of them. Johnny had died. He'd felt it. He'd given his consciousness over to that terrible rollercoaster in the dark.

Maybe Annihilus had brought him back, sure, but maybe everything since that moment was this crazy hallucination he'd made up in the nano-seconds before his neurons stopped firing. Maybe the after-life was an infinite stream of happy thoughts before oblivion truly took hold... an intricate brain death fantasy in which the Human Torch rallied the warriors of a thousand worlds to revolution, avenged himself against his murderer, then stole the monster's kingdom and came home.

Everything since he'd "returned" to his life was wonderful. Even the massive four-way invasion of earth the Human Torch found himself in the middle of when he emerged from the portal to the Negative Zone. I mean, they won, didn't they?

And Reed had finally changed the team out of those boring old blue uniforms into something a little more hip that made Johnny's eyes pop. And Spidey was finally on the team. The last time Johnny had seen him, Pete was on the verge of homelessness and utter poverty, but now Parker suddenly had an amazing job at some high-tech think tank and a sweet place in Tribeca.

Sure maybe all that could happen in the months he'd been gone, but what about this thing with Supergirl?

Johnny had never met Kara Zor-El before his little ill-fated trip to the Negative Zone. People thought all the superheroes just knew each other, but that wasn't really the case. There were so many social circles in their little community that never interacted. Hell, he probably never would have met Kara if he hadn't gone out of his way to venture outside his comfort zone.

Upon his return, Johnny decided to make a point of tracking down his old foes to let them know they weren't going to get away with the same crap now that he was back and in command of the Annihilation Wave, and that included the Wizard and the Red Ghost. Tracking down the Wingless Wiz and the former Soviet Spy with the super-powered monkeys took him to Metropolis, where those losers and the rest of the Intelligencia -- a bunch of geeks like M.O.D.O.K. and the Mad Thinker and everyone else deluded enough to think they were smarter than Reed -- were trying to steal Phantom Zone research from S.T.A.R. Labs.

When Supergirl showed up to help out, that was just icing on the cake.

Johnny knew he had a habit of hitting on the superhotties, but the sad fact was, most of them weren't all that into him for some unfathomable reason. Supergirl was different, though.

"So, you up for a little dancing sometime?" the Torch asked after the Nerd Herd had teleported to god knows where empty-handed.

"Maybe," she shrugged. "If you think you're man enough, Hot-Stuff."

Johnny practically fell in love right then and there. It was a pleasant surprise and an obvious challenge. He'd always heard that girls of a certain level of hotness almost never get approached because guys are intimated. He'd always had a hard time buying that, though, because it sounded stupid. Now he had to wonder. Maybe lesser men than he did feel that way. Especially when it came to a girl who just happened to have an "older brother" type with x-ray heat vision and the strength to juggle planets.

The Torch decided to take her to a club in Manhattan, just to be safe.

"I used to love this place back in the day," Kara said as she led the way to the dance floor.

"You've been here before?"

"I practically lived here when I was in New York," she answered as she started to dance. "It was kind of a weird time for me. Kal didn't approve."

"He's not going to kill me for this, is he?"

"Of course not, silly," Kara giggled. Supergirl was a hell of a dancer. "Superman has a code against that kind of thing. I won't say he wouldn't have a few choice words, though." She was now bumping and grinding that tight little ass of hers into his junk. "He's always been very respectful of my privacy, but just in case, I'll try to make it worth the risk, Hot-Stuff."

What red-blooded American male wouldn't take her up on an offer like that? Okay, probably not Reed. Or Parker, either. Friggin' nerds.

It was a strange world Johnny Storm had come back to. Really, it was all too good to be true. Kara Zor-El was too fucking hot to be real.

Honestly, if he was right and this was all in his head as he lay dying in the Negative Zone, Johnny didn't want to know. If this was his last dream, he was just fine letting it play out. At the same time, he couldn't help but push things. Especially with Pete. That whole roommate thing had been about seeing how far he could poke the bear of this new so-called reality before it broke, and by some miracle, it was all still intact.

Maybe it was all true. Maybe he really was lucky enough to be alive and life was just beautiful now.

At Parker's behest, Johnny had retreated to the geek's bedroom to dress. When he bent down to snag his pants where they'd been so hurriedly discarded, he was surprised to find a bit of frilly crimson lace tucked into the waist.

Close examination revealed it to be just what he suspected: Supergirl's panties.

The Torch figured Kara must have left them behind in her supersonic rush to get dressed and skedaddle when Parker came home, but wait, that wasn't right. She'd tugged these on right before she'd stepped out of the room to get a drink. If they were still here, then she'd taken them off and left them on purpose.

Somewhere out in the world, The Girl of Steel was flying around, her skirt fluttering over those freshly fucked bare-naked nethers. It was a lovely thought.

Johnny held her scarlet undergarment to his face, inhaling the fragrant scent of peaches and girl-cream. There was this faint, singed undertone of charcoal, too.

"Sex on fire," the Human Torch mused aloud.

Despite what Parker suspected, this had been the first time they'd fucked in his apartment. They'd really only hung out a few times, and while things had started with Kara back when Johnny was living with Pete, they'd always found other options. She said her roommate was always at the dorm, but Superman was a different story, so he took a Pogo Plane to the North Pole and met her at the Fortress of Solitude, where they'd gotten down in a vacant cell of The Man of Tomorrow's alien animal sanctuary, making the beast with two backs while species from a thousand worlds watched. And while the Baxter Building was in the midst of a pretty major remodel after the top couple of floors had been teleported to Latveria, if she minded that lazy Sunday in the burnt out wreck of his old bedroom, Kara certainly hadn't said anything.

Unless "Johnny! Oh oh Johnny!" counted...

He would have avoided Parker's place all together if she hadn't asked him for something special. "Let's just pretend that we're normal people," Supergirl suggested. "Like if we just met at a coffee shop or something and hit it off, then just had to have each other. Do you have a place like that?"

Johnny didn't anymore, but he certainly knew a guy who did. And that guy was almost never there since Parker had been spending all his time at the lab, prepping for this oncoming fight with the Sinister Six he kept going on and on about.

Johnny thought he'd been pretty sweet through this little role-play thing of hers. Kara wanted to know what normal life was like, so he'd done his best to accommodate. He'd made her a nice lunch in Pete's kitchen. Rosemary roasted potatoes with a fennel, prosciutto and pomegranate salad. He'd taken a cooking class in his college days and it was one of the few he hadn't slept through, so he had some idea what he was doing.

"I would have gone all out with a four-course meal, but I'm not sure how much time we'll actually have here," he told her when they were done eating.

"Well, I'm sure we've got time for dessert," she whispered, leading Johnny toward Pete's bedroom.

They were barely inside when she kneeled before him, yanking down his pants and briefs in one super-swoop. She leaned forward then, kissing the tip of his cock. Kara gently licked around the spongy head of his crown as he got harder and harder, this fantastic sensation that briefly distracted him while she grabbed his waist and hoisted him up off the ground as she straightened up on her knees.

"I thought we were pretending to be normal people," he said.

"That was a game, silly," she said in that innocent schoolgirl voice of hers she used sometimes that just drove him crazy. Especially when she used it around a mouthful of cock. "When I fuck, I fuck for real."

"Wooorks for me," Johnny groaned as she started to blow him in earnest.

Honestly, her grip on his hips was a little too tight for comfort, but he could ignore it with the way she was lavishing his prick with her tongue. He was just glad that the ceiling was high enough he didn't bump his head as she rose to her feet, still fellating him. Johnny leaned over her head, stroking her hair and shoulders as she worked her magic.

"You're not selfish, are you, Hot-Stuff?" she asked after a while. Johnny wasn't sure how long she'd been sucking his dick in this impossible way, but it took him right out of it.

"Of course not," he insisted. "But... uh, what do you mean?"

She quickly flipped him over, still holding him at his hips with his dick in her mouth, but now he was eye-level with that sexy little blue skirt of hers.

"Make me feel good," Kara begged between cock kisses. "Don't make me do this alone."

Even with all the blood rushing to his actual head, Johnny knew what he needed to do. He unfastened that thick yellow belt around her skinny waist before tugging Supergirl's skirt down. It kind of felt like pulling it up from that perspective, but gravity carried it away and he still got the idea. He slid those red panties to her knees and planted his tongue on her smooth, hairless pussy

"Lick my clits," she begged before taking him between those soft young lips all over again. He loved it when she said that. That first time at the Fortress, when she had whimpered those words, he assumed he'd heard wrong. Then he took one look at her wet glistening cunt, hesitating in awe for only a moment before granting her all too unique request.

That afternoon in Peter's bedroom, despite her pleas that they should cum together, she came before he did, nearly dropping him as she cried out in bliss, just barely catching his ankles before his head smacked into the hardwood floor. Johnny scrambled into a sitting position while Kara sank onto her wobbly knees, panting "Rao" over and over again.

Why Johnny hadn't cum yet was beyond him. Maybe his blood was having too much trouble going the right way. Maybe he was distracted by how much he had to work with. Maybe he'd just been too good at this side of their upright 69. Toward the end, she'd spent more time moaning around his dick than really sucking it... Although that alone was still pretty fantastic.

"You're awesome," Kara smiled once her orgasm had faded. Then Johnny was suddenly pinned against the wall while she kissed him. Sex at super-speed was a rush in more ways than one. "You know what I want now," she said, lifting her arms up so Johnny could work her top up over her head, unveiling those bra-less, sprightly teenage tits.

He leaned forward to kiss them while she worked her panties down the rest of her legs. Johnny was always surprised by the softness of her flesh. Bullets couldn't pierce the skin, but his lips melted into the plump pliancy of her breasts. He would have sucked on those rubbery pink nipples of her for hours if she hadn't grabbed his face with those tiny, powerful hands of hers and pulled him up and away.

"Nuh-no more teasing, H-Hot-Stuff," she stammered as he grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed. "You know what... what I neeeeeeeeed..."

And he did. She dragged out that last syllable because he'd been pushing his cock into her molten core as she pleaded.

It was always the same with Kara. Johnny hated to make it sound like they'd fallen into the kind of staid routine he imagined Reed and his sister "enjoyed", because he couldn't believe this was anything like that. The cues with Kara might have followed a certain pattern, but they never felt the same.

That first time, he hadn't really known what to expect. He'd heard that fucking a superhuman would probably kill a normal human, but Johnny hadn't considered himself normal since he was sixteen, but according to all the popular frat-boy theories he used to debate about Wonder Woman in his scant college days, there was much speculation that a girl like Kara could grind his dick into paste.

"Wonder Woman can probably crush coal into diamond in her coochie," Johnny remembered his roommate, Wyatt Wingfoot saying once at the dorm. "It wouldn't be worth it." It didn't really get to Johnny until he was lying naked over Kara in Superman's crystal palace...

"Don't worry, Hot-Stuff," she cooed, seemingly reading his mind after he'd rubbed the tip of his cock just between her wet lips maybe a little too long. "I have amazing muscle control," she assured him as she thrust her hips up toward him while taking his manhood in hand. "You're not just gonna survive," she promised as he fed him into her snatch. "You're gonna love it."

And she wasn't wrong. Supergirl's pussy was just as tight as he dreamed, but just as yielding as he needed.

"Fuh!" she whimpered as he started to feel out a rhythm inside her. "Fuh fluh flah!"

"Fuck you?" he grunted, finishing her thought and picking up the pace. "No problem, girl."

"Noooo," she moaned, rocking into his increasingly frantic thrusts. "Fuh flah-flame on," she whimpered. Johnny almost pulled out right there, but her legs wrapped around him, reeling him back into the heaven between her velvet walls. "Flame on," she begged again.

He wasn't crazy. In all these years since cosmic rays had rendered him optionally flammable, Johnny never considered flaming on in the throes of passion. In the end, with Kara, he couldn't help it. It just happened. He certainly hadn't meant to ignite, but then those powerful thighs were squeezing tighter around him, almost crushing his pelvis. It was practically a defense mechanism. When Johnny felt serious pain, he would light up. He was ablaze and she was writhing beneath him, screaming.

The Torch panicked, of course, but Kara was into it. "Oh, Rao, yeeesssss!!" she squealed. He thought she was hissing until he realized that was just the sound of her cum meeting his flaming cock.

"Oh shit!" he howled, that realization lighting his fire in a whole different way, setting him off.

"Oh Raaaaao!" she wailed as their cum boiled within her.

"Ah fuck!" he cried as the creamy wet mess between them burned off.

After that, sex on fire was all Johnny wanted, and god bless Supergirl for being so willing to oblige him.

It was a casual arrangement. She was busy with school and he was busy re-adjusting to a life he could barely believe. Sue had taken to doting on him like she used to do back when they were kids. And Franklin and Val, his nephew and niece, were having trouble letting him out of their sight, even while dealing with the fact that future versions of the both of them were still hanging around after saving the world from the Mad Celestials.

Like Johnny said, everything was insane now.

Despite their busy schedules, or hell, maybe because of them, about once a week, Johnny and Kara set aside a little time to get incredibly hot and heavy. It just happened that this time, they picked Pete's place. Parker could understand that, right? This was the guy who'd been running around with the Black Cat for fucksake!

Once Johnny was dressed, he found Parker in the kitchen, making a sandwich. "Ooh! Turkey and Swiss on a Portuguese roll with all the fixings," Johnny noted. "But come on, Pete, that really ought to be toasted for maximum flavor. Please, allow me."

"You washed your hands, right?" Parker asked.

"Of course," Johnny lied with a nod.

"Fine," Pete grumbled, handing it over.

A few seconds in his hot hands was all it took. He could smell the difference as the cheese started to melt over all that sizzling meat. "Oh my god, that's good," Johnny said, taking a big bite. "You should make one for yourself, bro. This is delicious. That blend of mustard and horseradish really ties it all together."