My Sidekick Now

Power Girl was irritated.

She was annoyed easily, living in an irrational world that broke so easily, and it frustrated her even more that she had to control herself so thoroughly. She didn’t know how Clark did it—practicing self-control to the point that all his restraint and cheerfulness seemed perfectly sincere. But she was aggravated.

Karen had been working a perfectly natural job for the MPD, looking into a shipment of sample Kryptonite stolen from STAR Labs. She’d run her leads down to Bludhaven when she ran into Robin, who she had no misgivings about, he was a good kid. But clearly she didn’t need some teenager shadowing her. So, trying to be polite, she told him to bug off.

He refused. Robin was working his own case, investigating the same guys who’d stolen the Kryptonite, and he wouldn’t back off just because he had less power in his whole body than Karen had in her little finger. And, he argued, if there was Kryptonite involved, Karen could use someone unaffected by it to watch her back.

All of which Karen might have found reasonable, even agreeable, but he said all this while assiduously keeping his eyes off her, her body, and most importantly, her breasts. Karen didn’t mind being stared at—not too much. If she wore anything less than an astronaut suit, people would take a certain interest in her body, and she’d rather lean into that than pretend she was some sexless Barbie Doll.

But the way Robin didn’t just look, didn’t just not look, but kept skating his eyes over her, then drawing them back—darting them over her, drawing them back—it seemed an almost showy lack of interest in her as a sexual being. Like he was endlessly demonstrating how he could control his attraction to her. Karen clenched and unclenched her fists angrily. It took a supreme effort to deal with both his desperate attempts to avoid sexualizing her and the little bastard contravening her as an experienced, powerful superhero.

And he kept not, not, not looking at her breasts.

Finally, Karen grabbed him by his pointy little head and shoved his face into her cleavage so he could get as good a look as he wanted to. At this point, she would’ve expected the little Bat-nerd to have a stroke or something. Instead, she felt his mouth gaping open, latching onto her nipple through the white fabric that barely covered it, and actually sucking on the little button!

Karen was stunned! His right hand cupped her other breast, while his left roamed behind her back, then lower, going down to grope her ass right through her costume, which only covered about half of her plump buttocks anyway. He actually slid his hand underneath the bottom of her costume to get an entire handful of her bare, creamy flesh. He squeezed it the same way he was squeezing her breast, as if testing the firmness, while his mouth sucked hard at her nipple still, producing a wet heat that ran to the deepest core of Karen.

Coming to the belated realization that Robin wasn’t going to stop, Karen pushed him away with a stunned little shove, which barely moved him, only broke the connection between them. He still staggered back a few steps, seeming as shocked by his own actions as Karen was.

“What the fuck?” Karen cried.

Robin’s face set into a mask of abject apology. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

And, seeing him like that, Karen’s heart broke a little. Well, it wasn’t his fault. She was older than him, more mature, and she’d provoked him as provocatively as possible. All he’d done was react. “It’s alright, kid. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I didn’t mean to—“

“I know you didn’t. I didn’t either.” Karen tried to ignore the ghosts of his touch on what seemed like all of her body, her ass, her breast, his saliva still cooling on her tit. She didn’t wipe it off, but the moment Robin wasn’t looking, she absolutely would. “Not really.”

Robin was still morosely apologetic. “I don’t know what came over me…”

That nearly got a laugh out of Karen. Yeah, big mystery. “You don’t, huh?” She checked herself. No need to torture the kid. As cute as he was, he was probably a virgin. Which was a shame, considering the showing he’d had, feeling her up. “Forget about it. Let’s just focus on the mission. We’ll work together, get it done, and then go our separate ways. Cool?”

Robin nodded blankly. “Cool.”

Karen turned around, moving at superspeed to wipe off his saliva and adjust her askew costume. She was real glad she had her cape to hide her plump ass from him. The last thing she needed was for Robin to see it again and get any more ideas.

Karen should’ve been annoyed by how, after that, Robin’s detective work leapfrogged her own method of punching her way to the heart of the mystery. He essentially had the whole thing figured out except for a few specifics. Somehow, Karen found that charming. Like she was back in high school and a boy was showing off for her. Not that she was in high school. Then again, she didn’t think Robin was either. A little too old. He seemed kinda like the type to skip a grade, actually…

So maybe Karen was showing off in turn when they burst into the bad guys’ hideout and started kicking ass. Or maybe she was trying to show him up. She was usually reckless—she could afford to be, with her Kryptonian power. But since there was Kryptonite in play, maybe she should’ve been a little more careful.

She wasn’t though. She smashed through the henchmen like she was actually in a competition with Robin, trying to outdo the skillful way he neutralized them with all the tools at his disposal. She, of course, had to be careful not to pulp anyone, which was important, but much less flashy than beating people up with a bo staff and Batarangs and spin kicks. At any rate, one of them came at her with a box, a metal thing the size of an ice chest, and Karen was so amused at the idea that he would try to hit her with a crate that she crossed her arms smugly to wait for him to land the blow.

He didn’t hit her with it. He opened it. The eerie glow of Kryptonite, as red as the sky during a crisis, seeped out. Karen felt faint. Then weak. Then incredibly sleepy. The last thing she saw before blanking out was Robin dashing in, taking out the guy with a flying leap, and closing the box to hold in its light again. But no other light replaced it. There was only darkness for Karen…

As she slept, she dreamt she was in a room where all the walls had holes. Men stuck their cocks—long, thick, hard—through the holes. Karen went to each one, kissing tip after tip, trying to decide which tasted best. Until she found one that tasted too good to walk away from. She took its stiffness into her mouth and as it reached down her throat, she closed her eyes to savor it, then opened them to see the wall was gone. Robin stood in front of her.

She felt as aroused as she had ever been. Her desire wasn’t just centered in her groin, either. Her tongue felt sensitive and tender, as hot as her clit could get, offering her endless pleasure if she sated her hunger for dick.

“Power Girl, are you okay?”

Karen blinked awake. Or not awake, but back from wherever her mind had wandered, back in control of herself. Yet she carried with her the same feverish arousal she associated with a wet dream. She couldn’t believe how horny she was.

“Power Girl?”

Robin came up to her and she could almost feel him, taste his scent. She lay where she’d fallen, silent, not looking at him.

“Uhh, Oracle, I think I need some help,” Robin said, crouching down and putting his hand on her shoulder.

Karen stiffened up. Her breath caught in her throat. “No… don’t call anyone… I’m fine.”

Robin backed off. She sat up. The fight was over. If there’d been any goons left over when she’d fallen, Robin had taken care of them with ease. She guessed that put them over the top in their little rivalry. Not that she’d doubted he could handle himself. He’d handled her readily enough…

“Don’t try to move,” Robin said soothingly. “You’ve been exposed to Red Kryptonite. We don’t know—”

Karen shuddered, taking a deep breath. She lifted her head to look into his eyes. “You think I need it explained to me how Red Kryptonite works? It doesn’t harm me. What kind of idiot steals Red Kryptonite when it doesn’t hurt Kryptonians? It just… affects us.”

Her hand darted for Tim’s groin. She felt the bulge inside his suit. He was big, oh yes, and at least a little hard—probably been nursing an erection ever since he’d had his face in her tits, ever since he’d first seen her. She squeezed his cock, hard, and Tim gasped.

“Why didn’t you keep going, Robin? Why’d you stop? You had me so turned on… sucking at my tit… feeling me up… even squeezing my ass, you little bastard!” Karen had to fight to keep from screaming her urges at him. “And with a prick like that, all you’d have to do is haul it out. I’d at least give you a handjob. Or I would’ve. But now I want more. I don’t want to jerk you off, okay? I want… I want…”

She grabbed his lapels with her other hand, still holding onto his groin with the other, and she smashed her mouth to his, kissing the sidekick long and hard. She pulled back, but kept her hold on his lapels and on his manhood.

“That’s what I want, damn you!” she breathed. She let go of his tunic to work at his pants, trying to open them. But it was hard with him crouched down. “Stand up!”

Tim straightened up, watching her with wide eyes, but making no move to stop her from what she was doing. Karen couldn’t puzzle out how his costume worked in her frenzied state, but she could easily rip off his belt. That exposed the previously hidden zipper on his pants. She pulled it down swiftly, then reached into his trousers and hauled out his cock, squeezing it tightly now that she had her fingers on it.

“Shit, tell me your name,” Karen said, her voice low and husky. “I’m Karen—this is going to be a lot more than a handjob. I’m going to get all of it, every bit. You need to tell me your name… tell me who this big cock belongs to… before I take it all.”

“Tim,” he said.

“This is very wrong, Tim,” Karen said. “You’re not supposed to… I’m not supposed to even want this! But I can’t help myself. I need it. And your cock is just so good! I have to feel it, play with it, get it hard…”

Tim’s cock was throbbing harshly in Karen’s hand, so there was no point in him hiding his happy grin. “I suppose I’d better do as you say. You do have more experience.”

Karen pulled at his member, stretching it, getting a sense for how big it would be once it finally stopped stiffening. “That’s right. I’m in charge. In charge of this big dick and what it’s going to do to me… you’re my sidekick now, Tim. I know you’re going to enjoy this, you goddamn peckerwood, so what you’d better worry about is getting me off too!”

She desperately tugged at his pants, dragging them down to his ankles. Tim stood there with his cock erect, his balls hanging heavily underneath. Karen gripped them, feeling the heat of his testes through his wrinkled scrotum, while her other hand stroked his swelling length. Her eyes flashed hotly, mouth open as she panted out her excitement.

Now she shifted so that she was kneeling, as if debasing herself in worship of Tim’s erection and the pleasure it offered her. Tim looked down at her cleavage window, which gave him a picture-perfect display of her majestic breasts, showing him all but her nipples, which were pressing themselves right through her covering leotard in their excitement.

“Fuck you for being such a horny little son of a bitch!” Karen cursed, her anger mitigated by how clearly aroused she was despite, perhaps because of, her fury. “Fuck you for having this big fat cock that I just have to fuck! Fuck you for making me so fucking hot I need to fucking fuck!”

Her hand jerked furiously on his manhood until it was dripping with precum, as wet as her own pussy. She groped his balls, squeezing and molding them, making little gasps from deep in her throat as she felt how big they truly were—how much cum they had to offer her. Karen didn’t know what would satisfy her in her current state, but she knew the more cum she got, the better.

“Don’t you dare blow your load!” she cried. “Not yet! We both know what a lucky bastard you are to get to do this, so you’re going to show me some goddamn appreciation! You’re going to make me come like a whore, Tim! You’ve made me act like a whore, so you’d better make me come like one too!”