The Spider And The Power

As soon as he’d knocked out the laser cannon shining its colored light down on her, Peter ran to check up on Power Girl. She looked as robust as ever, somewhat misleadingly given how tough he knew she was. She wasn’t a mountain of muscle, although she was well-toned, with thick limbs and exceeding definition in her abs… but mostly she was softly curved and voluptuous, with creamy white skin and plump, shapely hips to go with her full, rounded ass. Her breasts were almost obscenely oversized even for her hourglass figure, with melon-sized double-Ds that had hero and villain alike constantly staring at her. 

The devil on his shoulder insisted to Peter that, with Karen knocked out, lying flat—or anything but flat—on her back, that this was a golden opportunity to find out what exactly those pendulous tits actually felt like. He could even take off his gloves before doing it. She had that infamous cut-out window in her costume right there. She would never know!

There were some women who just being around was like having a symbiote stuck on you.

Keeping well abreast of her breasts—not easy when they were the size of small moons—Peter reached to Karen’s face and slapped her gently. “Peej? C’mon, Peej—up and at ‘em.”

Karen blinked away, sitting up only to rub at her temples. “Ohhhhh,” she moaned despondently. “My head… my tits… what the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know,” Peter said, glancing at the raygun he had smashed. “It was hitting you with some kind of ray. I think it was keeping you under.”

“Yeah…” Karen rolled her shoulders and circled her arms around. “I feel like my foot’s fallen asleep and taken the rest of my body with it. I need to get my blood flowing again. Could you massage my tits?”

“What?” Peter asked, sure he had heard her wrong.

Karen ripped and pulled at her boob window, apparently trying to free her breasts from its confines, but despite the seemingly ever-present danger of that at the best of times, her costume seemed too well-designed to really let her, even deliberately. “I seriously have to tell you twice? The sooner my blood gets circulating, the sooner I’m back at full power. So suck it up and get to second base already. Hnnnn!”

With a gruff bark of exertion, she ripped her suit open to the waist. It hung off her in shreds, letting Peter see her tits were rounded, massive, very full. Even without any support and despite their size, they were high and perky. Her nipples were large and dark brown.

“My nipples are only half-hard,” Karen said, shocking Peter—that was only half? “Usually when I’m at full strength, these things are like diamonds. Blood flow carries solar radiation around, solar radiation powers me, do not make me ask a third time or I’ll do it myself and you won’t even get to watch.”

Peter slightly couldn’t believe that her nipples were really hard all the time. Wasn’t she one of Superman’s gang? That seemed a little kinky for them. Nonetheless, he reached out and wrapped his slender fingers around Karen’s huge breasts, although obviously it was impossible for him to encompass all of their heft without having yaoi hands. 

He ran his hands over the massively ripe contours of her cleavage, finding traces of warm sweat that were almost like an aftertaste to the feeling of her breasts, a burning warmth inside her heaving tits, and a smooth, creamy perfection to their roundness was reflected in every jiggle, in the firmness that nevertheless permitted his fingers to sink inches into her resilient flesh.

Karen sighed breathily. “That’s good,” she said, her voice rattling a little. “Now make me feel it. Really get in there, Spider-Man. Milk me!”

“Milk you?”

“C’mon, Spidey… you don’t buy a Corvette so you can drive in the suburbs… cut loose, baby… put these things through their paces!”

Peter tightened his grip, sinking his fingers deep into Karen’s breasts, although the flesh there was so supple and firm that it almost physically pushed his hands away to spring back to its pert shape. Peter kept at it, almost viciously massaging and kneading the massive globes, rubbing his palms against her dusky nipples until they stood up puckering and stiffening and throbbing with desire. 

“Oh, yeah, uhhhh, yes!” Karen moaned, now quite obviously enjoying herself, even laughing gleefully when he played with her fattened nipples, then letting violent shudders go through her, so alluring that Peter wanted to pull his hands away and just watch the quivers shake her full breasts. “Enjoying yourself, aren’t you? You’ve really thought about this! Why don’t you use your mouth? Yeah, don’t just feel me up, motorboat me too. I’d love to have a guy lick and suck my boobs, really wake ‘em up…”

Peter squeezed particularly hard at her lewd suggestion, to the point where he was surprised he didn’t hurt her, but Karen only groaned in unmistakable ecstasy. Then she met his eyes, her own glinting with arousal. And Peter could see that her telling him to suck her tits was no joke.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, like he was holding up the line—dampening the mood by not rushing to obediently kiss her tits. “Don’t think you’ll like the taste?”

Peter was congenially incapable of turning down an invitation that frank. But instead of giving Karen what she wanted, he took her in his arms, pulled her to his chest, and kissed her on the lips. No doubt she felt his erection grinding into her lap, but there was no chance of her not noticing it eventually. 

Karen was happy to go along with his improvisation. Her lips parted eagerly, letting his hot tongue into her mouth, where she met it with her own, when she wasn’t sucking on it with her full lips. When his tongue pulled back for breath, she followed it with hers, entering his mouth and giving him a firsthand lesson in how aggressively she expected to be kissed. They swapped tongues back and forth until they were panting too hard to keep kissing. His prick was bucking like a bull seeing red, while her pussy was melting against the thong of white costuming that still embraced her pelvis. It was the one upside to her still having her shredded costume hanging from her waist. Something about seeing her damp labia outlined against the tight cradle of white was even sexier than having it bare and out in the open. Her juices were actually trickling down the insides of her toned thighs, inviting his tongue just as her bare breasts had his hands.

“Guess my tits aren’t good enough for you,” Karen commented sardonically. “You want the whole enchilada.” 

Peter grabbed hold of the remainder of her costume and ripped it from her in a display of raw strength, leaving her naked except for the red belt that circled her hips and the blue boots that her long legs rakishly ended in. 

And evidently, Karen tanned. A white patch of skin that had once been a thong stretched across her lower belly, framing her yellow pubic hair and making it look as fine and as fiery as a match flame. Between her golden thighs was the pink flesh of her cunt, calling out to his hardened erection.

“Wow,” Karen breathed.

“Yeah,” Peter agreed with her, before looking at her to see that however confident she might be, she wasn’t expressing admiration of her own amazing body. Instead, she was staring at his throbbing erection. Peter had been so stunned by her naked beauty that he’d forgotten how his prick was distending the crotch of his pants. But now that he saw how intently Karen was staring back at him, his excitement shifted. He found he quite liked having Karen admire his cock. 

As much as he loved appreciating Karen’s body while being sexualized himself, Peter knew there was more fun to be had. He laid Karen back until she was down on the ground, her breasts losing their roundness as they spread out over her chest, but staying as firm as ever. He unzipped his fly and worked his cock out of his crotch as he laid down on top of Karen, holding his breath as his throbbing erection touched her hip. He was half-expecting her to freak, but she only waggled her eyebrows as he felt her warm flesh on his cock. 

Peter was breathing like he’d run a marathon as he kissed her again, picking up where he’d left off in kneading her breast in his hand, before taking her up on another suggestion. As he gathered her teat firmly in his fingers, he brought his face down to it and sucked the nipple into his mouth, drawing on it warmly, eagerly, his face circling around the soft mound of her tit, feeling its heady warmth against his cheek. Karen sighed happily, his cock resting against her thigh, her nipple in his mouth, his hands exploring her body. 

“Well,” she said, “you’ve definitely gotten something flowing in me…”