My Sidekick Now update

Tim could only grunt as he whipped his ass back and forth, ramming himself into her juicy cunt in a frenzy that a human woman would be hard-pressed to survive. He was close to coming, but with each moment that passed without giving in, the delirium of fucking her crowded more and more into his mind. He wasn’t sure he would survive the experience when he finally did come, but nothing could’ve stopped him from finishing in Karen’s pussy.

Karen wasn’t aware of Tim’s dilemma. She didn’t notice anything about him but his thrusting cock. Everything else paled in comparison to how her pussy shuddered and tightened, full of hot blood, her clit swollen and pregnant with feeling. She felt her arousal skyrocket, her pleasure burn hotly into a kind of pain, then something exquisitely beyond pain. She gritted her teeth, trying to bear the intensity, but didn’t at all try not to give into it.

She screamed as she came.

Her climax went on and on, tightening her sex around Tim’s cock until he could barely keep rutting into her. His muscles strained and corded to keep going against the orgasmic waves that pulled at his member, pulled at his cum, her folds rippling and massaging all up and down his shaft. Karen’s scream went hoarse, her ass taut as she strained her groin out to the base of Tim’s manhood, defying the punishing series of thrusts he gave her cunt in an attempt to push all of her sex onto his erection.

“Peej!” Tim cried, burying himself in her one last time before his cock erupted.

Karen’s climax was strong, all-consuming, but she still felt his searing cum spill into her clenching pussy. She dug her fingers into his ass, holding him inside her while her sex sucked and stroked his length, milking him of every spurting pump she could get. Her legs trembled, gradually lowering from sticking straight out past Tim’s waist. He too shook, a tremor running through him with every burst of cum emptied into Power Girl’s juicy sex.

Finally, Karen couldn’t take anymore. She pushed at Tim’s chest rather than let the overpowering sensation go on and he backed up, rolling with the force of her push instead of contesting her strength. His prick came out of her cunt wetly along with dollops of his seed.

Karen slid down the wall, gasping, her naked breasts bounding powerfully from down at her sternum to up into the air. She tried to make her eyes focus, but her vision darkened every time she greedily sucked in air. Every breath fed another pulse of satiation going through her tender body. She sat with her knees parted, her pussy still sensitive, pulsating wonderfully with the heat of his thick, leaden cum still inside her.

Tim was still on his feet, an act of will that floored Karen, but he swayed in place. His erection drooped, glistening wetly, but once his eyes managed to uncross and focus on Karen, one last throb went through his manhood and he launched a ribbon of cum through the air to land in Karen’s short hair and across her face. She burst out laughing. Her vision cleared.

“Mmm… I was just thinking I’d like a taste of your cum.” She licked her lips. Then turned her head enough to rub her face off on the wall he’d had her pinned to. “But I don’t think… I’ll be able to touch my pussy… for a while… oh Rao… even moving my legs… it’s way too sensitive.“

She gazed at him, with fondness in her eyes equaling the satisfaction she felt in her overwhelmed body. His pants were puddled at his booted feet and now, with the haze of lust slightly cleared, Karen could see how his red vest was some kind of bulletproof armor. The clasps that went down his chest continued under the belt she’d ripped away—the whole thing, along with the green undershirt, dangled about his waist.

She saw the curls of hair at the base of his prick, his balls hanging slackly, his manhood dripping from her cunt. Karen stared hard at it, at all the layers of armor she’d unthinkingly removed, as if she were trying to comprehend what had happened. There was a pink flush on her face and chest, all the way down to her stiffened nipples, but it had nothing to do with shame. She felt the radiant glow of someone who’d been satisfied, had needs she’d never even acknowledged satiated.

“Oh Tim, Tim, what’d you do to me? You just saw your chance and you took it, didn’t you? Damn right you did…”

Tim kept staring at her. The crotch of her costume was still missing, exposing her splayed cunt and the streaks of white he’d left painting her glossy pink insides, her golden pubic hair. And her breasts were still pulled through her cleavage window, luscious as ripe melons, looking as good as they felt, like fine velvet. But her costume, even in disarray, was still tight and skimpy. He could make out every inch of her flat stomach, thick arms, and ample hips.

“Didn’t just fuck me, did you? Oh no, that wouldn’t be good enough for you, not one of the Bats. Couldn’t just cock me and get off like some other guy would. Just had to make me come too. Had to fucking fuck me until I couldn’t take anymore—leave me feeling like a goddamn slut. Like I went twelve rounds with a bull. Motherfucker. I thought nobody could fucking satisfy me—nobody short of some fucking unobtainable asshole like Black Adam or even fucking Kal. But you… fucking teenager… fucking fucked me and fucked me and made me come. Bet you want more now, huh? Bet you want what I promised you. Oh yeah. I didn’t just feel like a whore, did I? I acted like one. Talked like one. Promised you that you could have my ass and my mouth and… what was it again? My tits?”

Karen’s voice trembled as she spoke. Her body shook too. Karen didn’t know what it was—maybe a side effect of all the talking she did while masturbating, looking at herself in the mirror and calling herself a dirty slut and a cock-hungry whore to compensate for not having a real man around to say all those things—but she got off on dirty talk. It always made things better. More intense. And it was working for her now.

Or maybe it was working for Tim. Getting him turned on. Making his cock stir, his balls fill up again. And that worked for her. Karen stared at his prick, her tongue moving over her lips slowly. Her clitoris twitched atop her slit and juices seeped from her mons, not Tim’s leavings but feeling just about as warm.

“Do you want my tits, Tim? Do you want to fuck my big tits? Goddamn, you fucking little shit—you’d better not get me all hot like this and then quit on me. Don’t you dare. Finish what you started. By now you must’ve realized that I’ll let you. Let you put it wherever you want, so long as it’s hard. And I will get it hard.”

Karen’s superhearing could pick up sirens from far away, but in her present state, she was too distracted to notice until they combined with the blue and red light of the squad cars carrying the klaxons. Then all her enhanced senses crashed in on her. The cops had arrived. Probably to take into custody all the criminals she and Tim had knocked out, but in effect putting a premature end to their fun.

Karen cursed—a Kryptonian swear so vile that Tim’s ears burned even without understanding what it meant—and her eyes glowed red. She was sorely tempted to blow up however many cars would get them left alone.

“All cops are bastards,” she snarled.

Tim coughed. “I like most cops.”

“You would. Fuck. Okay…” Karen wrestled her breasts back inside her suit. An effort when she was breathing so hard.

There was nothing to be done about the crotch of her costume—she’d just have to hope no paparazzi got lucky. Fortunately, she was pale enough that her skin tone was close to the white of her costume. And she didn’t let her pubic hair grow out much. With a costume like hers, she couldn’t. Maybe a casual onlooker wouldn’t notice. Especially not with where their attention usually went.

“Get your pants on, Robin. We’re blowing this place in twenty seconds.”

“I… yeah,” Tim said, as if he was coming out from under a magic spell. He pulled his green pants up, then strapped the vest-tunic-thing back into place between his legs and around his thighs. Then he just needed to pick up his belt and close it around his waist.

It seemed like total bullshit to Karen that he was able to slip in and out of that whole fucking SWAT uniform so fucking fast, while her own bathing suit was about one square yard of fabric and it gave her nothing but trouble. But that was Bats. Take anything complicated and they’d get annoyingly expert at it.

But, they still couldn’t fucking fly.

As Tim straightened his belt just so over the catches on his vest, Karen came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his body. “Hang on, little spider monkey,” she told them. “Isn’t that what all the cool kids are saying these days?”

She took off before Tim could answer her, the little hipster shit. She didn’t need him to tell her how far out of high school she was. She remembered the playlist at her senior prom.

Karen flew fast, as fast as Tim could take, not wanting to answer any questions about the teenage boy she was hefting around or why the only thing she had on below the waist was her boots. It seemed to take forever, but she got to her apartment. After having his cum on her face, showing Tim how many dirty dishes she had in her sink seemed like a small measure of intimacy.

She deposited him inside, closed the window behind them, then pulled the shades. Karen didn’t want to see any more red and blue for the rest of the night. “Strip,” she told him, reaching underneath her cape to the zipper in back of her costume.

Like his, it was nearly invisible, starting under her Velcro-strapped collar and terminating underneath her belt. She unzipped, unbuckled, and pulled herself out of the one-piece, leaving only her boots, gloves, and cape on her naked body.

It was probably quite a sight—both her majestic bare flesh and the insistent reminders of what was left of her costume that she wasn’t just a gorgeous naked woman, but Power Girl herself. Still, she wanted a lot more out of Tim than gawking.

“You got five seconds to strip and then I’m ripping that costume off of you,” she told him. “You really think you can keep me waiting, you little fucker? After you got me this goddamn hot?”

Tim moved like a Marine disassembling a rifle. He undid the gorget on his cape—it just slipped right off, must’ve been some trick for if a bad guy had a grip on it. Then his utility belt unbuckled and he let it drop. Again, he unlatched the legholes of his vest so he could skin his pants down to his ankles; he stepped out of them while kicking off his boots, leaving him in some kind of ninja stocking thing that Karen could live with him keeping on.

It’d been more than five seconds, but Karen didn’t follow through on her threat. She knew no one with the slightest interest in girls could rush any faster when the goal was to get naked with her. He popped the clasps on his vest, shrugged that off, then pulled the green undershirt up and over his spiky hair. All that left was his gloves, which he pulled off, and then his mask, which he reached for before Karen stopped him with a whistle.

“Uh-uh,” she said. “I kinda like it.”

“Take a while to get off anyway,” Tim said with that Gotham pedanticism. “There’s this brand of spirit gum that holds it on—the release agent is in my belt…”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Karen huffed. She moved her hand to his cock. Under the white lenses of his domino mask, Tim’s eyes followed her fingers, watching as she closed them loosely around his manhood. It was slippery, still wet with her own juices, and her fist slipped off of it. Karen giggled and peeled off her gloves.

“Just the boots then,” she said, reaching up to her baldric, unclasping it, and letting her cape feather down to the floor. “You knew I was the kinda girl who fucks with her boots on, didn’t you?”

“You were last time,” Tim observed.

“Wiseass,” she whispered back. She took his prick in her bare hand. “Get it hard again, Tim. I want it hard.”