Power Girl Redux 2

“You’re gorgeous,” Ted said, his voice husky, nearly overwrought with venting his admiration for her. Not only now, but for all the years he’d known her. He had a lot of compliments stored up that he’d never used. “I think you’re glowing. If you’re not, no one comes closer to glowing than you do.”

“And you make me glow,” Karen cooed to him, happily rubbing herself a little faster.

“That thing in the car was amazing. I never would’ve guessed you could be so… I mean, you always look great, but I never pictured you actually stripping down and—“

“You never pictured me stripped?” Karen asked archly, an eyebrow raised dubiously.

Ted gulped. “It just isn’t the sort of thing I’d think you do.”

“But you wanted me to. And you enjoyed it.”

“Oh yeah! Every minute of it! A lot of the minutes before and after too…”

“Then you should have expected it,” Karen said sweetly. “Today, I’m here to serve you. I’m going to make you enjoy yourself if it kills you.”

“Believe me, you don’t have to make me enjoy anything.”

“Then maybe you could make me do something?” Karen suggested. “Sometimes, it gets a little old wearing the pants in a relationship.”

Ted glanced at her lower body, which so often went unadorned, at least aside from her crotch itself. “I never would’ve guessed.”

“Do you think you could manage that? Taking the reins? Taming me?”

“Not on your life!” Ted chuckled, shaking his head. “Not unless you let me.”

“Does it look like I’m not letting you do anything?” Karen trilled.

Ted decided to call her bluff, or rather, her sincerity. “Okay then. I want to put it in your ass,” he said softly, unconsciously sucking in his breath the moment the words had left his mouth.

Karen lifted her eyebrows. “Alright,” she said brightly. “I’m glad your imagination extends past my breasts.”

Ted definitely felt extended at the moment. “It’ll circle back there soon enough. For now, though, I’d like to get you ready.”

“I’d tell you I’m already ready, but I could use…” Karen sharply breathed in. “Whatever help you’ve got to give me. Just to encourage good habits, you see.”

She smiled heatedly at him and ran her pink tongue over her full lips as if she were showing Ted how she wanted them caressed.

He lay down beside her and even lying still, Karen’s sumptuous curves seemed to lunge out and embrace him, electrifying him with every fleeting brush between their naked bodies. Moaning already, Karen went into his embracing arms, wrapping her own arms around his back and rubbing her warm, lush tits into his chest.

His hardened erection could not help but prod her belly as they came together, kissing face and neck and mouth with burning passion until Karen definitively plunged her tongue into Ted’s mouth, exploring impetuously. She ran her hands over his body, feverishly touching all there was to feel.

Just being felt by her, knowing he loomed as large in her senses as she did in his, thrilled Ted. He cupped her supremely squeezable ass and kneaded the toned, creamy flesh of her buttocks.

“Not coming on too strong, am I?” Karen asked teasingly, knowing full well that this was a dream come true for Ted.

“There’s no such thing as too much when it comes to you,” Ted chuckled.

“Or you,” Karen purred, rubbing her thigh between his legs, the throbbing hardness of his erection pounding a beat against her supple skin and taut muscle. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Believe me, I know the feeling.” Ted held her close, stroking her body, feeling it tremble, feeling his own heart rush with her full breasts compacted as much as they were able against his chest. “It’s more than that, though. I’ve always told myself: ‘Ted, if you ever get a shot at that babe, you show her one hell of a time.’ Now that I’ve got a shot, I really want to show you just how you deserve to be worshiped.”

Karen quivered a little and sighed aloud, tilting her head back and smiling gently. “Somehow I thought you might. I don’t care if you’re not a Kryptonian, or even if you don’t have any superpowers at all. I know you won’t stop until… well, until you’re satisfied that you’ve shown me a good time.”

Ted’s whole body felt tight. His hard prick throbbed with a pleasant painfulness. He ran his hands over Karen’s breasts, stroking the majestic hills with all the love his touch was capable of. “When we did that in the limo, how’d it make you feel?”

“Like a complete slut,” Karen giggled. “A part of me expected you to slip me some money… you know, by rote?”

“I could never picture you as a hooker.”

Ted kissed her nipples lightly, then licked the far greater heft of her breasts. There was so much mass to her cleavage that Ted thought his mouth would go dry before he finished lavishing on them the oral attention Karen’s breasts so richly deserved.

“And I don’t do any of this by rote.”

He limited himself to a slow, steady outpouring of kisses, teasing her deliberately with how one belatedly followed another. Switching from breast to breast with each searing touch of his mouth.

Exhalation enough to voice Karen’s words suddenly seemed scarce. “You mean you and Booster have never… with any of the strippers or bimbos or groupies that your schemes always seem to involve… Great Rao, Ted, don’t torture me!”

She shook all over, her shapely legs kicking a little. Burning desire devoured whatever calm was inside her, nearly all restraint, and she bit her lip as she felt the walls of her pussy compress. Waiting for a cock to hold inside.

“Lick Power Girl’s cunt,” she panted.

“So much for letting me take the reins.” Ted somehow stayed resolute in the face of her impassioned plea. He continued taking his time, savoring every last second he was touching Karen’s spectacular body.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want to know what gets me off,” Karen gasped. “I bet you hate the thought of some hooker servicing you like a 9-to-5. You want your woman to be as absurdly turned on as you are with me.”

“You deserve to be absurdly turned on,” Ted told her.

“I deserve to have that anticipation turn into pay-off too.”

“Keep being a brat—I might just punish you.”

Her lust running roughshod over her, Karen querulously pulled back. Her breasts heaved, thrusting up even higher on her body than they usually were, and her ivory face flushed with red desire.

She felt like a bundle of TNT, ready to explode with any tiny spark, and she was hungry to explode. She jutted her chest out, exhibiting her swollen breasts for Ted, her nipples tingling as they waited impatiently to be touched once more.

Ted gorged his eyes on Karen’s breathtaking tits—all smooth, creamy curves, like the first melons of the season. Succulent and firm, with no deference to gravity in spite of their massive heft. Her dusky nipples swelled with lust; just looking at them, his throat constricted and his erection gave a pang.

“You’re magnificent. Absolutely magnificent. I’m never gonna be able to touch you enough to show you just how… how celestial you are.”

Karen basked in his praise; savored his eyes burning at her heaving breasts, drinking in the rest of her in quick sips. The adoration she saw in his blazing eyes made her feel utterly spoiled without him touching her at all. She cupped her breasts as best she could with hands undersized to the task and spiked her sharp nails into the jutting nipples—they became even more engorged, growing longer and thicker, even more perfect for a sucking mouth.

“I still hope you’ll try,” she breathed hoarsely, pinching the pliant flesh until it hurt and letting out a soft, cooing noise of pain. Letting Ted know she didn’t mind at all if he scorched her a little with all his appreciation.

Her nipples swelled even more. Karen could’ve sucked them herself, if she wanted, but Ted didn’t let her. With playful roughness, he pushed Karen’s hands from her own supple mounds and took over kneading their velvety softness. Her nipples bored into his palms with a tingling firmness, all on their own. Then Karen thrust out her chest, pressing her tits into his questing hands.

“Oh yes! Drive me wild!”

“Get up and turn around,” he ordered her, taking a far more macho tone than he ever would’ve used with Power Girl before. “Show me your ass like you’re always showing me those big tits!”

Karen cooed. Posing for Ted wasn’t exactly what she wanted, but she fleetingly recalled promising he could have his way with her, so she did as he asked—sure he wouldn’t be able to resist pleasuring her for long.

Karen didn’t think of herself as a submissive, but she was a jumbled mess of jittering nerves as she obeyed Ted. She didn’t think it was because she went in for bondage, especially not the lighthearted, slap-and-tickle stuff they were doing.

It was more like his sheer lust for her had gotten to Karen, after he’d plied her with enough flattery and good humor that she found his enthusiasm charming. She liked him wanting her. She might have even needed him to want her more.

Karen took joy in getting up and turning slowly, flaunting her profile in a blatant attempt to get Ted drooling after her. She let him have it all, every decadent curve of her: her long, shapely legs… her taut stomach… her gorgeous breasts heaving and swelling with charged excitement… her classically sculpted features with the short, sharp pixie cut that accentuated the ravishing attraction they posed to every male eye and many female.

With moment after moment of languid movement, Karen ended up facing away from Ted and bent down, her shapely ass upthrust, her legs spread to display her womanhood. Her breasts were too large for her to sink her upper body very far down—Karen ended up in a sweeping, S-shaped curve that would’ve been the apple of any photographer’s eye. Her torso down, her ass up, her back arched to display her breasts and lustful expression, and her legs tapering sensuously out to Ted like an open invitation.

Ted stood there like a man having a stroke, his mouth hanging open as he admired her. Fingers twitching with a vestigial urge to touch left behind in his haze as he ogled her stunning body, from the fullness of her wide hips to the deep crevice that met between them, radiating secret delight.

The thought that, after he was done, those sumptuous cheeks would be spread and her hidden opening would be splayed apart made Ted wish he could jump forward a few hours and see how he finished with her—possibly the only sight that could be more arousing than how Karen looked right now.

“God Almighty,” Ted breathed softly. “You’re like… the picture in the dictionary of what a fuckable woman looks like.”

“That would be one best-selling dictionary,” Karen commented. “I’ll take your word for it, though. I’ve never found women particularly fuckable.”

“I find that hard to believe from the woman who’s Supergirl’s clone,” Ted said gently, trying to keep his voice casual. “Or whatever you two are.”

“Is that my next command, master?” Karen cooed, imitating Jeannie’s voice from the old Nick At Nite show. “After you make me an anal slut, are you going to turn me into a bisexual next?”

Despite what she’d told Ted, she had thought about it. And who better than Supergirl to know what she liked? After all, while Supergirl had never come right out and suggested a game of ‘I’ll show you yours if you show me mine,’ she’d dropped some definite hints over the years… the way she always flew ahead of Peej while she was wearing that tiny little skirt…

“Tempting, but I think I’m outnumbered enough with just you here.”

“Who said you’d be invited?” Karen shook her ass peevishly. “Do you think Linda would like my ass?”

“If anyone from Krypton doesn’t, then it’s no wonder that planet blew up.”

Karen came up to her knees and turned at the waist to face him, shuddering nicely under his heated stare. Her supple flesh was suddenly riddled with goosebumps. She wanted to do so much more than pose for Ted, but she was enjoying it so much that it was hard to drive herself out of that phase of their mating ritual. Subbing was coming surprisingly easy to her. But she couldn’t help topping from the bottom.

“Ted, you’re really clever and all, but there’s only so smart you can be when I’m on all fours like this and you’re not fucking me.”

She laughed at the look that suddenly consumed Ted’s face, like it’d just hit him how much time he was wasting when he had a night of passion with Power Girl to get on with.

And once, that would’ve embarrassed Karen a little—a man thinking of her as something of a conquest, a game to be played. But Ted had eased her away from any shame. Now she only felt brazen passion and a longing to see just how thoroughly Ted could fuck her brains out.