Power Girl Needs To Get Laid update

“So I gathered,” Karen quipped. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d wonder if this is the first time you’ve been standing over Michael with his cock out.”

“Yeah, Boost tells me that in the future, no one makes jokes about close male friends anymore.”

Normally, Karen would happily spout witty banter all day, but having gone two rounds with Booster—and knowing what Ted’s prick could do to her—she felt like skipping the foreplay. She walked over to Ted and grabbed his cock through his trousers. “Are you a close enough male friend to me to let me have that dick?”

Ted’s eyes went all round. “Karen… you just fucked my best friend.”

“Then it’s good to know I’m not punching out of my weight class.”

She unzipped his fly and dragged his prick out of his underwear. It felt good in her hand, hot and hard, throbbing with arousal and she knew how good that arousal would feel in her pussy, between her breasts… anywhere she could get it.

“Well, well. What should we do with this?” she teased.

“Suck it,” Ted groaned, immediately too far gone to let his nerves intercede. “Put my cock in your mouth!”

“Just like I did Booster’s,” Karen teased as she got down on her knees.

She sucked him, not caring that she’d just done Booster. She’d go down on both of them if she wanted, let them fuck her and suck her and do whatever they wanted, so long as it pleased her. She liked Ted’s big dick. He came a lot, came hard, and she wondered if Booster had as much cum for her as his friend had.

Then she felt a doubling of Ted’s presence, someone else in her vicinity, and turned her head to see Booster standing there, flanking her along with Ted. He had his prick out, his fingers wrapped around it like he was trying to hold it steady. Under the pressure of his thumb and forefinger, his cockhead let out a drop of precum.

Her mouth already filled with cock, Karen watched as the droplet came out of Booster’s glanshole and dripped to the floor. She was spellbound, seeing it land.

She wanted it. Oh God, yes, she did. She let Ted’s prick out of her mouth, leaving her lips wide open as she turned to Booster with an expectant look in her eyes. He muttered in awed disbelief as he moved in, but she didn’t care what he had to say.

His knob pressed between her lips, his fat shaft filling her mouth. His precum-wet glans slid over her tongue and into the back of her throat, trying to gag her, only it fit so perfectly that all she had to do was suck a little and it slipped right in to all but hilt her.

“Look at that!” Ted cried. “Look at that mouth! Peej, those tits are great, but that mouth…”

“Guess it’s no wonder she has that on display too,” Booster opined.

Karen felt like a slut but she didn’t mind. In fact, she liked it. She sucked on Booster for a while, then she spat out his cock and went back to Ted. First one prick and then the other. Two big cocks to kiss and suck and fill her mouth with. She just wished that both men were naked so she could fondle their balls too. She wanted to hold their balls in either hand while she went from cock to cock.

Helped along by the discontent of having a bit of a blowjob before having to do without, the two men finally marshalled their willpower and got to undressing Karen. She allowed them to take absolute advantage of her, staying completely passive as they stripped her down to her boots. Then she was on all fours on the bed, sucking away at Booster. Naked, Ted got behind her—in a second, he was sunken into her cunt, fucking her while she fucked Booster’s cock with her face.

She felt skewered, one prick entering her mouth and the other going into her sex. The crazy idea occurred to her that they would meet in the middle as Booster and Ted kept fucking her—one solid length of penetration going right through her.

Karen wondered what Superman would say if he saw her now. She didn’t know—she doubted he would either. This was wilder than anything she’d ever pulled before. But not wilder than her imagination.

Every woman had to have thought about totally exploring her body’s capacity for pleasure, heedless of morals or taboos or the level of depravity. But thinking wasn’t doing; it didn’t feel as good.

Or maybe it just felt good to have the guts to totally go the distance.

“I can’t take much more of this,” Booster groaned. “I’m getting plenty of blood to the brain, thinking of how those lips look around Mr. Happy, but my legs are shriveling up.”

“Maybe you ought to lie down,” Ted suggested.

“Rao, you two make a good team,” Karen commented.

Booster lay down lengthwise on the bed, Karen at a right angle to him as she picked up sucking his cock. With the interruption in service came more perverted ideas from Ted. He started fondling her buttocks—pulling them apart to make her asshole wink open. When he pressed a finger into her sphincter, Karen went rigid, but she didn’t do anything to stop him. Didn’t want him to stop. She hadn’t had the wherewithal to want him to start, but now that he had, she only wanted more.

Ted chortled as he worked his finger past her grommet. He could tell Karen wouldn’t mind if the anal penetration didn’t stop there.

“You’re lucky. The Beetleman knows what to do with a sweet ass like yours!” Ted declared.

“Oh, I’ll just bet you know plenty about asses,” Karen replied.

“Stop making her think we’re gay,” Booster said.

Ted rubbed his cockhead up and down Karen’s slot, pushing it inside her, wetting it in and out of her cunt while she sucked off Booster. “I’m inserted into her vagina right now! What more do you want me to do?”

“Stop talking about it like it’s Fashion Week at Milan.”

“That’s not at all how I talk about Fashion Week, at Milan or anywhere else!”

Karen rolled her eyes. “The only thing gayer than you two having a devil’s threesome with me is you two neglecting the devil’s threesome because you’d rather bicker like an old married couple.”

Ted took himself out of her pussy, bending over her well-rounded ass to spit on her anus. “The only thing I’m gay for is that ass! That girl, uh, lady, uh, bitch ass!”

Karen tried to think up a retort for that, but then she felt his knob pressing into her sphincter, starting to stretch the walls of her anal passage. And she couldn’t come up with a witty comeback while she was being sodomized. She just had to let Ted have the last word.

It hurt worse than the anal sex. Gay or not, Ted knew his way around an asshole.

Karen wondered how straight it was to have a prick in her mouth and a prick in her mouth. Pretty damn straight, she supposed. Both ends of her packed solid with hard cock, two men sharing her, both using her at once and not even caring if one wasn’t enough for her.

Straight-up crazy, she thought. This wasn’t something a respectable heroine did. Supergirl, Wonder Woman, they wouldn’t be caught dead doing this. But they’d imagine it. For all their reputation, they’d think about something as lewd as this when they were alone at night. So fuck her reputation. She’d rather have her dream made solid. So solid that she was penetrated with it twice over.

Karen reveled in the feel of this, the raunch and heat and coursing sweat. Booster stared at how her mouth wrapped up his cock and Ted couldn’t take his eyes off his own prick sawing in and out of Karen’s asshole. She felt their stares. It was almost as hot as their dicks. As much of a slut as she felt like, they could see it. Karen liked the thought of looking like a whore, being a whore—liked how it felt.

Karen looked up at Booster, her eyes laughing joyously as she sucked the hell out of his prick, pulling him into her throat again and again like maybe one time she wouldn’t let him go. Her tongue frolicked all over his seething length. But he pulled away from her.

“I don’t want to be sucked. I want to fuck,” Booster declared. “I want her cunt.”

Ted chuckled. “I’m not pulling out, right Karen?”

She looked back at him. “If neither of us is using that cock, it goes in the trash. Without you.”

“How about a sandwich? Booster goes in your pussy and I keep fucking your ass. We’ll do a little shuffle and—“

Karen groaned: “Ugh, fine! You’re not going to beat the gay allegations if you keep worrying where Booster puts his cock!”

Ted laughed as he came out of Karen’s ass. She glared at him, even as she mounted Booster, straddling him with her ass still accessible to Ted.

Karen was halfway in a daze, doing what they wanted, allowing herself to be manipulated in the understanding it would return her to the cock-drunk pleasure she craved. All she cared about was being penetrated, coming, and she knew that was what they wanted to, so she’d go along with them.

Soon they all had what they wanted. Booster was on his back, Karen on top of him, riding his cock. Ted went behind her, sliding into her asshole, pumping her so hard she didn’t have to gyrate on Booster’s lap, she simply rode the thrusts that Ted gave her ass.

For a moment, Karen panicked—thinking it wouldn’t work, that she would be split in two. That somehow her invulnerable flesh wouldn’t be sufficient to withstand the doubled lust being brought to bear on her. And it did hurt, she did strain.

Then she got used to the feeling. Karen found she could bore the insane pressure of housing two potent erections inside her at the same time. Then she found there was glorious pleasure in that feat. It was better than her fantasies, better than any wet dream she’d ever had. Even her most self-indulgent imagining could only have one person in it. There was room for so much more with three…

“Come on, fuck me!” she cried. Her ass tossed about, battling Booster’s hold on her and Ted’s own buffeting attacks, but none of them urged a slowdown or stilling.

The sensation of being twice-fucked was madly intense to Karen. Only a thin membrane separated where one cock was holstered from the other. The two big pricks stretched that membrane taut, laying it bare for the luscious, tingling itch that radiated through it. She hadn’t been aware of that space inside herself; now she felt it throbbing its feelings throughout all her naked body.

“Make me come! Ahhh! Fuck my ass, Ted! Unh! Unh! Unh! Booster, keep fucking my cunt! Oh shit, oh fuck, I love those big cocks! Fuck me more, oh yes, please! I need to come! I’ll come wherever you fuck me! I love it in the ass! I love getting fucked in my tight little pussy! I love that you’re both fucking me!”

They pounded her as hard as they could, a rhythm worked out so they could both use her trembling body at once. It was hard to believe they hadn’t spent hours devising how to both fuck Karen at the same time. In and out they went, ramming her in either hole, reaching the deepest places her naked body had to conquer.

“I’m coming!” Karen screamed, her expression vacillating between a bit-lip grimace and more cries of the ecstasy blasting deep inside her. “Unnggh! Feels so good! Fuck my cunt, Booster! Oh shit, oh fuck, put more in my little asshole, Ted! Make me come more! Moooorrreee!”

Her cunt and asshole spasmed, gripping both their intruders, while she came again and again. So violently that she almost blacked out, writhing haplessly in the delirium of lusting and satisfaction trying to outrace each other. Her holes milked the two hammering cocks and she felt satiation, then even more lust, then enough satisfaction to drown out that lust, then once more she was full of desire.

It kept going until Ted and Booster were both coming, one cock filling her cunt with jizz, the other flooding her ass with whiteness. Booster took one of her nipples between his teeth and bit it as Ted repeatedly kissed Karen’s bare shoulder.

Abruptly, Karen felt the wetness of something long and slippery against her cheek. She turned and was met by a chilly burst of cherry-flavored lubricant which rolled over her nose and ran into her mouth.

It was Skeets, with an added feature to his finned, ovoid body. Under his glowing red eye, something much like a vibrator extended forward. With it emerging from between his two lowered fins, Karen could not help but see the protrusion as a phallus. It didn’t help that it was emitting lubricant in drips of shiny white.

“Do you require massage oils? Statistics indicate a high likelihood of muscular soreness after being double-penetrated. An oil rubdown would be both good aftercare and likely to avert later discomfort.

With an animalistic growl, Karen’s eyes glazed over with lust. “Fuck my mouth, you fucking flying Alexa! Fuck me in my cock-sucking mouth! Use it like your boss is using my wet pussy! Fuck my mouth like a cunt! Right now!”

Whatever Skeets’ programming was on that, he kept it to himself. With a whirr, he floated forward—the big stiff lance of his whatever-it-was came right up to her face. Karen playfully snapped her teeth at it, then caught it in her mouth—sucking it into the warm, wet delights that Booster and Ted already knew in her other holes.

***

By the time that Booster and Ted and even Skeets left her, Karen felt like she was incapable of processing any sensation other than that of her warm bed. She stayed home from work just to recover from all she’d felt. It ended up being three of four days before she felt like herself again—before her body quit feeling sore. Even with the massage oil.

The three men… or two and a half men, Karen would say, but even those three didn’t deserve that comparison… had fucked her so much that there wasn’t any more doubt about her being a nymphomaniac. She simply was. That might’ve depressed Karen, but it actually came as something of a relief to her.

For one thing, she was never going to have to alter her costume ever again.