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JSA: Learning Her Place
🕑 Added 2024-10-17 23:00:03 +0000 UTC“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING!” Maxine screamed.
Power Girl stood there and pushed her pinky into her ear to scratch for earwax.
“I mean I really can’t believe this is happening. I begged Grandma to give me that pot of hers but she said no. Until today, right? Ever since I blew her garage down I was thinking about codenames. I was going to go with Cyclone like the Cyclone Kids, Red Tornado’s old sidekicks, and one of them was my Aunt Sisty, but then I thought it sounded like too young as just Cyclone Kid but you have to pay respect to what comes before, right? That’s what the Justice Society of America does, or what it’s supposed to do. So I thought do I become the new Red Tornado? But I can’t because you’ve got the robot Red Tornado in the Justice League of America. What do you think, Power Girl? Wow, I can’t believe I just called you Power Girl! Could I call you Peej? Oh my God, I just did! I didn’t mean it! I mean I meant it, but I didn’t mean to mean it before we got to know each other better. You’re like my favorite superhero and you’re so powerful and you have such big boobs. I mean, obviously you have huge boobs, everyone knows that, you even have that cut-out in your costume like a little window. Or a big window. But they really are so, so big. I just want to shove my face into that boob window, I mean, not that I would ever call it a boob window, but I bet it would feel so good to motorboat those. Not that you would know, of course, you have them, you can’t stick your face in them, but I bet people do that all the time when they’re dating you. I mean, not that you date a lot of people, although you could, but I bet you’re picky, not that you’re picky, I just mean you wouldn’t let just anybody motorboat your boobs, even though everyone wants to, even me, but I’m not going to, I’m a girl, you probably don’t even like girls, I bet most girls are total bitches to you because of your great tits, but not me, I love tits. I even have tits, I love them so much! Ha! And I like mine, of course, but yours are so much better, not that I’m jealous, I’d just really like to touch them, not that I’m going to, or say how much I want to, except for right now, because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but gosh, they’re just so big, aren’t they? God, I bet they’d feel so good to touch. You probably touch them all the time. Not in public or in a JSA meeting or anything, but when you’re alone, golly, that must feel just—”
Suddenly Maxine felt a hand crowning the top of her head. She was shoved down onto her knees. She focused her eyes, glazed over with the sight of Karen, and saw that now she was staring at Power Girl’s crotch. And when Karen pulled aside the little gusset at the bottom of her leotard, Maxine was staring right into the golden fluff of her pubic hair.
Karen smiled down at her between the twin peaks of her bust. “Maxine. Don’t say one more word. There’s far better ways for you to thank me; and you can still use that mouth.”
Maxine felt like she was drooling, she was staring up at Karen so hard and feeling so much desire that surely there was nothing she could do to stop herself from drooling. Those huge, firm mammaries that were always on display and the fit young stomach coming down to a narrow waist. And now there was Karen’s pussy. The yellow triangle was shiny and surprisingly small for such an overpoweringly sized woman. And it was sopping with arousal. Maxine guessed Karen really liked her singing her praises. Or she liked that idea of a young, impressionable redhead getting a shot at pleasing her and doing her damnedest to give Karen all the orgasms her superpowered body could handle.
Karen let Maxine look her over. Then she put her hands on her hips and jutted her crotch out. The smell of her arousal hit Maxine full in the face. It brought her out of her haze like a whiff of smelling salts.
“Uhhhhh…”
“Hey, new kid, I’m a superhero. I can’t stand around all day with my twat out. Make up your mind already. Going once, going twice…”
Maxine felt deaf, mute, and dumb. It was her first exposure, at close range yet, to the damp, hot, overpowering scent of a woman’s pussy. Not her own or anything! Karen’s inner lips were startlingly pink against the background of her pubic thatch. A droplet of pure liquid lust glistened between her labia.
Maxine felt a slow pressure through the hand on her scalp. Karen was guiding her in, giving her the gentlest of nudges towards her waiting pussy. Maxine looked up, actually struggling against Power Girl’s hand to make eye contact with her.
“I’ll do it!” she vowed.
“That’s great, kid,” Karen said laconically. “Now go ahead and do it. I wanna be the first to ride the Cyclone.”
Maxine opened her mouth. This was awesome! All she had to do was follow Power Girl’s instructions! Karen probably knew everything about sex. She must have sex all the time. Well, not all the time, but certainly more than Maxine. Maxine was horny, sure, but guys were so picky. Maxine tried to rap with them and talk about penises and dicks and cocks and schlongs and how much she liked them, but they never wanted to hear her dirty talk, they just wanted to fuck-fuck—
Karen shoved Maxine’s face into her wide-open pussy. She was soon writhing in delight, a torrent of her juices coating Maxine’s face. In her excitement she pulled at Maxine’s hair. Maxine, in a fit of worry that Karen would pull her off, wrapped herself around one of Karen’s muscular legs while continuing to kiss her cunt. Karen’s creamy thigh was like exquisitely warmed satin in Maxine’s palms. She loved to squeeze it, but only in a tiny corner of her mind. So much of her universe was taken up by the sheer sensory overload of her first pussy.
Her tongue was swimming in a pungent seat of sheer Karen. Maxine’s taste buds electrified. She was tasting another woman’s cunt. The unthinkable, most intimate part of Power Girl herself. Maxine shut her eyes, thinking that she couldn’t take it, not the slithery feel of those labia lips, not the seething pressure that greeted her tongue with every little morsel she dipped into it.
And yet Karen moaned with animal pleasure, her head thrown back, her fingers fondly petting through Maxine’s hair. With her cunt lips blooming like a flower over Maxine’s mouth, the redhead’s frantic motions sent jets of delight shooting through Karen’s channel.
“That’s right, kid!” Karen exulted. “Just play around. Try anything you like. Should’ve fucked you first—then you’d have some idea how good this feels!”
Maxine couldn’t even hear her. Karen was holding her by the back of the neck, strong hands making sure that Maxine didn’t come away from the pleasurable crush against Karen’s snatch for anything. Her cuntlips drenched Maxine’s reluctant face, coating her cheeks, dripping down her chin, and falling in boiling drops to her breasts.
Karen leaned back, using the power of flight to hold her up as she didn’t want to rely on her legs anymore. Her womanhood moved up Maxine’s face. Her hands kept up the pressure holding Maxine in place. The little redhead gave a muffled gasp as her nose went right into Karen’s sopping wet pussy. She opened her mouth for air and Karen’s juices flooded it instead. The taste was unlike anything she’d ever had before.
“Yes!” Karen shrieked, pulling on Maxine’s hair now, body knotting as she tried to resist the urge to really exert herself—she might scalp the poor girl. “Eat me! Fuck your nose into me—it’s touching my clit! You might actually make me come with your fucking nose! I can’t stand it! Ahhh! I’m dying!”
With Karen’s creamy thighs closing on her cheeks and the greedy convulsions of her sex bubbling in Maxine’s ears, she could hardly understand what Power Girl was saying. But she got the gist of it. She was doing this right! She was good at sex with Power Girl!
If she’d thought about it, she might’ve wondered if Karen were a nympho. So sex starved and addicted to orgasm that even a technical virgin like Maxine—and the prospect of fucking her into appreciating sex as much as she did—could get her off.
But whether or not that was the case, Karen was out of control. Her pussy was a raging inferno that had to burn itself out before she could do anything else. With both hands in Maxine’s crimson hair, Karen began to pump her hips and flex her arms, rolling her cunt together with Maxine’s face in an act that was more masturbation than anything to do with the young Cyclone.
Comments
Shendude
Utterly delectable.
