May 2021

 

by Bob McNeil

     Damp from sweat, Sirenax’s formfitting black jumpsuit clung to her body. The sexy holes that exposed her 38F cup boobs, shaved vagina and apple-shaped ass did not cool her off in the least. That porno-perfect body of hers got quite a workout earlier. Her vaginal walls were still tingling. Sex with two superheroes made her nether area throb unceasingly.  Overjoyed because of the exceptional sex, she smiled between jostling her collar-length yellow hair. The pleased expression was because of her admiration for the Crusading Specter and Stellar Mensch. Each in their way was unforgettable. At the level of wrecking balls, their dicks smashed her abode for cum loads. Brick upon brick of sexual frustration came tumbling down. The incredible amount of impact made the plumbing between her legs spit hot water. Grateful for the great loving, she regretted siphoning their super abilities.         

      Weak from having most of his intelligence removed by the beautiful alien seductress standing above him, the Crusading Specter continued fighting the damaging process, even though it hurt him. Via a black many-buttoned wristwatch, the vigilante in a matching domino mask, suit, fedora, cape, and boots sent a distress beacon and a text message. Both disturbing and succinct, the typed transmission said, “Beware of a fuckable succubus.”

     Mere seconds before teleporting to another location, Sirenax tried to intercept The Crusading Specter’s attempts at alerting his associates. Her computerized gold bracelet stopped the transmissions from being received by the Fantastic Titaness and Clint Sprinter, but she was unable to stop Tye Cyborg from getting the message. That, to say the least, bothered her. Surprise, as any soldier learned, was an effective weapon against an enemy. She did not want the other Meta Heroes to know her plans. 

     Well, I must move faster than a cyborg, Sirenax thought.  

     Amid the molecular teleportation from the abandoned building, she blew the masked vigilante a kiss.

***

     Completely unaware of what happened to Stellar Mensch and the Crusading Specter hours ago, the Fantastic Titaness, an alabaster magic-imbued woman who was 6’8”, disrobed before a strange female she saved from an inferno in a spa. What the tall crime-fighter did not know was, she saved Sirenax, the very person responsible for the fire at the ladies-only spa. Of course, had the Fantastic Titaness known about the villainess, she would have never taken the evil woman to a Mediterranean-style bedroom in the Headquarters of the Law-abiding League. Unquestionably, the building that bore a resemblance to the Javis Center was not for seducing criminals.

     The only thing the heroine cared about was the lesbian-curious lady standing in front of her was as hot as the blazing room they just left. 

     “Even though I went to that spa to save those women caught in the burning building, my desires boiled while viewing you. Helpless and nude in the steam room, I wanted you right there. A body such as yours needs womanly affection. Driven by my impulses, I brought you here to my private bedroom, our sanctuary for Sappho lustiness.”

     “Girl, from the time you burst into that blazing health club, you started a fire on my clit.”

       From her brown hair, the Fantastic Titaness removed a golden laurel. A silver iron bustier adorned with the astrological symbol of Virgo that normally covered the heroine’s big breasts fell on the floor.  Sirenax, with the Fantastic Titaness’ permission, removed the goddess’ medieval black leather wrist guards. Around the Fantastic Titaness’ waist, instead of a belt, she had on a silvery rope that shimmered. That too wound up on the floor. Further down, she took off a pair of Venus-colored leather panties and ancient Greek knee-high, lace-up, sand-colored sandals.       

     Disrobing for Sirenax was easier.  She simply took off a towel that was around her waist.  

     Palm to palm, the tall nymph, and her 5’10 companion went over to the bed. Where they differed in height, they made up for in an equally strong sexual thirst for each other.         

     Sprawled on the lengthy bed with her legs upward, Sirenax enjoyed the serpentine tongue of the Fantastic Titaness. It was able to reach areas of her vagina she forgot existed, specifically around her vulva. Her spitfire clit enjoyed every bit of the attention given to it. All 8,000 nerve endings felt a surge of current. 

     Even greater than any finger, the legendary lady from the Isle of Lesbos used her tongue in a gentle way that gave Sirenax’s vagina the sensations it craved. The learned lapper undulated. Unquestionably, that muscular organ for speech used its tip, and other times, it flatly licked the orifice. Ripple after ripple of the wondrous mouth’s movements made Sirenax squirm. Thus, the first of many orgasms came flowing forth.      

     Frenzied by the sexual excitement, the two women changed positions.  Rubbing mirrors, otherwise known as tribbing, was what The Fantastic Titaness excelled in the most. Endowed with extremely long legs and an enormous clitoris, the legendary heroine took touching genitals to an epic level.  Centuries of immortality did not desensitize her cunt. On the contrary, that experienced woman winced the same way a virgin would. Polishing pussies after all these eons still excited the immortal Titaness.

    Sirenax, aside from her secret intentions, truly enjoyed the force of her lover’s movements. Upward and downward strokes, brush followed by another brush, created a brewing stew of feminine juices. Thrashing about and jostling their hair gave the ladies the look of an epileptic fit. 

     “Oh, bitch, can you feel what I’m giving you?” Sirenax sincerely asked.

      “Yes, my petite sister, I am giving you some of my love as well.”

       Each orgasm led to another orgasm. Around about this time, average mortal women would have fallen out from exhaustion. Nothing was further from the case for that pair. Those two women, both athletic and horny, were not finished traversing each other’s bodies.       

       By now, had the succubus screwed a mortal, she would be much stronger from the experience.   This time, inexplicably, the Fantastic Titaness, that orgasm-loving whore from the time of Orpheus, was unaffected.

      Prepared for more sexual possibilities, the Fantastic Titaness reached under the bed and snatched a golden satchel.

      “Hold on, dear, I have a delightful surprise for you,” the Grecian Goddess said jokingly.

       And, what a surprise it was. She pulled out an 18-inch black double-headed dildo. Both titillated by the sight of the long love phallus and relieved that it was in a brand-new box, Sirenax dripped and drooled from two openings. 

       “The name for this climax-creating object was originally the Italian word diletto.  It means 'delight.’That’s all I want to give you, my dear.”

        And, what rapture it was when the enchanted muff lapper slowly inserted the huge head of the sex toy in the succubus. Looking forward to the same quivering ecstasy, the tall lesbian carefully probed her orifice. Equivalent to childbirth, both women got stretched out beyond their normal size. Back and forth, along the thick serpentine object, the women slid, leaving a trail of wetness.

       “That’s my dick inside you, woman. Its size puts Polyphemus to shame,” the Fantastic Titaness said for the sake of roleplaying.

        “Your She Dick is the greatest of all. I worship that wide, wonderful wand of yours.”

        Those words, no different than Sirenax’s orgasms, were not fake. The sincere level of fulfillment made her almost stop the mission. 

         Almost at the point of irritating their inflamed pussies, they pulled out the dildo.

         “My little flower, come here and place your petals on my face. Let me nurse on the nectar that you made for me.”

          Sirenax, pleased with the offer, complied. Above her enchanted lover, she placed her vagina on the woman’s wanting mouth. Looking down on the cunnilingus-loving heroine was truly a turn-on. The woman licking her cunt beat up Hercules and won Pegasus in a sword fight with Perseus.  Neither the muscles of each demigod, an adamantine sword, a polished shield, or winged sandals could defeat the Fantastic Titaness.

        Sort of in the manner of a gymnast on parallel bars, Sirenax changed the direction of her body. Initially, she was staring at her cunt-requiring lover. This time, however, her butt was facing the super muff sucker. For Sirenax, the new angle elevated the sensations on her G-spot. Furthermore, while on top, Sirenax massaged her lover’s arousal bud as if each stroke were worth a billion dollars.  Quivering legs and humming sounds all indicated that the villainess from another dimension used her digits on the cum-damp hole well. It literally overflowed from the pressure.

      Anxious to get the power source of the legendary lady, Sirenax changed positions. She used the one that most people, both male, and female, love. Numerically, 69 always equaled joy to the tenth power. Joined in shared ecstasy, the two women shook like an earthquake. The Richter scale would have measured their movements as lethal.  

      Sirenax, unable to sustain her control, yelled, “Ah, bitch, you got me again.”

      Cumdrunk from the experience, the Fantastic Titaness gasped, indicating the level of her elation. 

      Lifting Sirenax as if she did not weigh more than a dandelion petal, the Fantastic Titaness placed the woman on her heaving chest.

      “My, my, you have the sexual skills of Aphrodite herself. I must have cum seven times, at least.”

      “As for me, my goddess, I stopped counting after the ninth orgasm.”

       Sexual joy, albeit gratifying, was not Sirenax’s sole goal. She wanted the Fantastic Titaness’ powers, and from the looks of things, she got them.  Listless from so much loving, the Titaness could not move out of bed. That tall female passed out. She was weak from the alien succubus' siphoning process.

     “Sister, you squandered your strengths.  You should have trained women in weaponry and warfare to end the abuse they endured,” the victorious vixen said to her sleeping lover.

      Noticeable billows of power went through Sirenax.  There in the Greco-styled bedroom, the evil gal tested her ever-mounting amazingness.  She picked up a sword and flew with the ease of Stellar Mensch, and exhibited the fighting skills of gladiators as well as ancient Grecian Gods.          Aware that there were two other heroes who could thwart her goal, she strategized like the Crusading Specter in between exercising.  Those recently gained skills told her there was no point in leaving the headquarters.  The adversaries she hoped to defeat were on the way.          

       Grateful for the enjoyable tingling in her groin, Sirenax kissed the sleeping sapphist and went to the bathroom for a long shower. 

***

       Elsewhere, a muscle-bound, metallic silver man named Tye Cyborg flew into an abandoned building. Behind his helmet’s shield, the bronze-faced hero used his computer-enhanced eyes to find two people. He found the Crusading Specter and the kidnapped real-estate mogul, Ronald Plump staggering on a staircase in an abandoned building. The businessman with a 12-inch gray pompadour and an Armani suit was tired from being tied up for hours. Crusading Specter, still in a daze, was fighting the effects of what Sirenax did to his mind.

Seconds before the steps beneath them collapsed from their weight, the cyborg flew over and grabbed them by their arms.

***

       Understanding time was against him, Tye left the tycoon in the emergency room of the Saint Affluence Hospital.  In the interim, the Specter’s body hung limply on the metal human’s shoulder. 

       “Excuse me, officer, I don’t have a minute more for a long explanation.  That’s Ronald Plump, you know the billionaire tycoon who was kidnapped.  Make sure he gets help.”

       “What about your masked friend, there, doesn’t he require medical attention?”  A big-assed Latina in a blue uniform asked while thinking about the legend of the cyborg’s cock.

       “He’ll get that elsewhere,” Tye responded amid his ascension towards an unknown part of the sky.

***

        Fully aware that his incapacitated friend’s true identity was that of Wayne Cranston, Tye took him to the Victorian-styled Money Manor Mansion.  Right there, as always, Freda, the big-busted Swedish maid awaited her master’s arrival.  She removed The Crusading Specter’s mask and hat, revealing his Elvis-like mane.  Freda and Tye moved the detective to an underground state-of-the-art crime lab called the Vigilante Cave, where medical bots took care of his health concerns.  The mechanized doctors looked like lampposts with eight metals arms, but they were adept at patient care.

        Confident that Wayne was getting the best treatment, the maid and metal man went upstairs to an imperial living room. 

      “Tye, don't worry, he’ll be fine. Hey, my firm friend, while we have time, let’s do it again. This time, though, don’t make that metal dick of yours so big. Set the controls to something more manageable for a middle-aged woman like me.”

    About to comply with her request, two metal doors opened in Tye's groin area. Out of that aperture, a broad and big pink steel cock with balls emerged. Programmed to assume any woman's desired size, the science-enhanced cock was expanding. Tye stopped the process because of an announcement on the TV. A female news reporter’s voice said, “If you have any information concerning the whereabouts of our news anchor, Brett Ballsworthy, please call the police or this news station. Our number is 1-877-TIP-TRUE."

     Familiar with the fact that Stellar Mensch and Brett were the same person, Tye used his computer search mode. His system scanned the world for a man with DNA that was unlike any other human. Nanoseconds of searching provided the answer.    

      “Forgive me, frau, we will fuck later,” Tye promised before retracting his cock and leaping out of the room’s window.

***

      Along a dark street, a strangely dressed figure staggered.  Even in that poorly lit area, Stellar's purplish leotard, sun-colored cape, and emerald boots stood out. Down from the clouds, Tye swooped and picked up the frail half-alien.

     “Thank you, Tye, my trusty fellow hero. Take me to my sanctuary, please. It is seven miles east of here.”

       Towards a warehouse that only a select group of heroes knew existed, Tye hauled his hurt friend. Outside, it had the appearance of an abandoned building.   Inside, the place was on par with the best computer technology on this side of NASA.

      Safely placed in the care of medibots that the Crusading Specter created, Stellar sat up from his hospital bed and said, “The nemesis who loved me up and weakened me, whom I desired more than any other, was the most fuckable female my eyes ever saw.”      

      Overcome by fatigue, Stellar fainted.  

     “Unfortunately, an unclear description, as any detective knows, offers no help in an investigation,” Tye said to the robots.   “Whoever is responsible for these deeds will be found—even if I have to put the world under a microscope.”

      Using his internal satellite system, Tye sent a message to Clint and the Fantastic Titaness.

***

     Mercury’s sandy-haired, thin-framed half-human son, Clint Sprinter, zipped through the League’s Headquarters.  Predictably, considering Clint’s love of being theatrical, he wore his trademark full-body silver Spandex suit and cape.  First, at the pace of a tachyon, Clint’s winged feet went to the meeting hall with its golden round table. His second stop was the viewer room composed of TV screens monitoring world disasters and crimes. Bolting from room to room, he called the Fantastic Titaness. Finally, having inspected every other area, he sought her private quarters. Secretly, the speed-infused demigod dreamt of being in her private quarters.

      Clint Sprinter raced into Fantastic Titaness’ room. He intended to tell her that Stellar and Specter were missing. That message got lost upon seeing Sirenax.

      Standing in the bedroom, the naked extraterrestrial succubus greeted him.

      “Sorry, sorry, ma’am, I-I-I came here to say, say that. . ."

      “Why don’t you talk about what you’re really interested in?” Sirenax asked seductively.

       Youth, along with stupidity, made Clint trust the seductress. Pheromone-crazed, the 21-year-old demigod could not stop his sexual impulses. Erect and seeping pre-cum, the fast fighter just needed a female.  In one-tenth of a second, Clint took off his outfit, revealing his milky flesh and slender physique. Actually, there was something on his body that was not slender--his cock.   Somewhere around ten inches of manhood pulsated with a fast need to pop man drops.

      “Relax, sit down on the bed and let me handle things, I mean, your thing for you. Don’t mind the Fantastic Titaness. It was a long day. She’s tired, you know.”

      Hypnotized by the outer-worldly woman’s tits and thighs, Clint complied. Side by side, the couple sat on the bed. Using her natural and very sexy spit, Sirenax lubed up her hand. Her dripping palm and fingers grasped Clint’s blast-ready cock.  Skilled in gratifying both genders, her thumb and pointer were in a “V” shape, and they held the foundation of the fast runner’s rod. The way her hand supported and added pressure to the base increased Clint’s enjoyment.

         Acquainted with the fact that a large portion of sexual gratification required cerebral stimulation, the space enchantress increased the eager male’s pleasure by talking in a way that would make puritans blush.

         “Dirty boy, you fap-loving fuck, you’re enjoying the way I’m jacking that big joyful joint of yours. Mommy’s here, and she’ll help you release all that pent-up pudding. How many times do you do this in a day thinking about the Fantastic Titaness?”

        “A lot, mommy, a lot.”

         Using both hands, Sirenax slowly stretched the young male’s penis. Up from the head to down by the balls, that woman’s strength could have milked a million cows. Showing no indications of tiredness, her clasped fingers continued giving what was needed and desired.

         Nerves and body spasms meant Clint was close to cumming. To help the process along, Sirenax reached into between the anus and the scrotum. There in that erotic region, she tickled his skin. All that attention to that sensitive area yielded the desired effect.

         “Ah, lady, I’m at the finish line.”

           Amused by Clint’s phrase, Sirenax watched a gush of white soup spill out.

           Something other than cum spilled as well. The fast-footed super defender then realized what his error was.

            “Wait,” Clint got up and screamed, “you’re the broad that Tye warned me about earlier.”

           Vertigo and exhaustion caused the youthful fighter to fallout on the bed after sharing his accusatory words.

             “Had your mind been as quick as your body, you would’ve saved more people in the world, including yourself,” Sirenax said from the bathroom while washing sperm off her hands.

        Bolting from the bathroom, Sirenax tested her new-found powers. Ecstatic about her speed, Sirenax zipped around the rooms of the headquarters. Every inch of the facility, from the pool to the armory, was viewed by the naked woman.

        Both her bouncing boobs and rapid legs came to a stop when she saw Tye Cyborg. He arrived at the headquarters fifteen minutes after Clint.              

        “I’ve been expecting you, Tye.”

        “Aside from your beauty, you are intelligent.  Therefore, you are aware that I am here for a single purpose, and that is apprehending you for your crimes.”

        “Is apprehending me your only intention?    Undoubtedly, as an anatomically-endowed cyborg, you can do other things with a woman. Wasn’t that the real reason why the leading expert in cybernetics created you, Officer Samuel T. Battle? Thought to be an insane nympho, the thin, wild-eyed Napoletano scientist Victoria Alchimia illegally obtained your body when you were on life-support. Your once wounded body, a victim of a drive-by shooting, was remade into the astounding man that you are today.”

       “So, you are a fan of Dr. Alchimia. Soon you will join her in prison.”

       “Why don’t you release that computer peter from its prison. It can satisfy anybody’s sexual needs.   My question is, when was the last time somebody tried to satisfy your needs? That humongous machine between your legs still has human nerve endings and sensitive testicles full of sperm. Say, a huge thing like yours won’t mind if I put my little lady mouth on it, right?”

       Either unable to speak or unwilling to speak, Tye stood and waited. The cyborg watched Sirenax approach him, although he knew she was his team’s arch-rival. Letting his cock communicate for him, he awaited the promise of a blowjob. Presenting no reluctance, the metal doors opened, and a dick that exceeded the length of a ruler emerged. Along with it came a pair of pear-shaped testicles.

      Following her suggestion, Sirenax was on her knees in front of the member. Tenderly, she gave his crotch and groin some lip love at first. From there, she twitched her tongue around the dick’s head, specifically, the frenulum. Sensing Tye’s enthusiasm, she slid her mouth down some. Afraid of gagging, she stopped herself. 

      Insensitive to the wicked woman’s limitations, Tye grabbed her by the back of the neck and rammed his appendage to her tonsils. That forcefulness turned her on. An engorged clit cried for her inspection. Rubbing herself and sucking off Tye stimulated loads of heated happiness. Quite the technological lover, Tye’s sympathetic nervous system got his fuck organ, heart and nerves going.  Attacking her mouth and throat gratified him. At the end of the day, aside from all the gadgets and gizmos, Tye was still a man.

       Deemed an asset to the superhero team, Tye could fight an army, but he could not defeat a certain urge. Fighting villains was easier than holding back a flood of scrotum gumbo. Metal or not, the guy enjoyed cumming.

       Engulfed in spunk, Sirenax considered herself to be victorious.   Convinced that she was superior, Sirenax voiced these beliefs: “Ah, at last, now I have your powers as well. Armed forces from all over the world will not stop me. Today, from this moment forward, I shall be this world’s ruler. Better than anybody else, I can give this world the order it needs.”

        Bellowing those words as cum dripped off her face, unsettled the unusual lady. She realized her situation was awry.

         “No, this is incomprehensible. I feel …”

         “Drained,” Tye responded, “that’s the word that you want.”

         “How is this possible?”

         “As creations of science, we have a lot in common. Each cell in your being is a file.  Any of them can store the traits of others. I, too, have that ability. Now, I can reboot the team with my index finger on their foreheads.”

          “Underneath all that armor, you’re still just as horny as anybody else.”

           She could not understand Tye's immunity to her pheromones, since he was, in spite of the mechanized shell, just a mortal.

          “That is true. But, perhaps my need to save my friends is stronger than your pheromones.”

           “Trust me, I did love all of you,” the alien succubus admitted, “but my goal for this planet was a greater love.” 

            Powerless, Sirenax awaited incarceration. 

***

            Regarded a threat to the world, the League imprisoned Sirenax in a suspended animation pod. Beneath the headquarters, alongside other horizontal steel containers for foes, she remained in a frozen and harmless state. Staring at the window of a bullet-shaped prison, meta heroes discussed their foe.       

           “Combined with all that power of hers, she was the sexiest woman I ever fucked,” the Crusading Specter admitted aloud.

          Tye nodded in agreement. 

          “Perversely enough, I loved her,” Stellar Mensch declared.

           Emotionally, Clint added the following sentiment: “I would’ve married her if she weren't so villainous.”

            Containing her teary response, the Fantastic Titaness, in a butch voice, said, “I loved her, even though she was a crazy cooze.”

           That statement, which was very different than the others, encouraged gales of chuckles. 

          Always concerned about quality team membership, Stellar Mensch brought up that very subject. He asked, “Did you guys read Mason Poseidon’s application? The young man wants to join our group."

          Clint replied, “Yeah, he’s the grandson of that sea god. Personally, if you ask me, I believe the kid is kind of fishy.”

           All thoughts of Sirenax went away with each repeated laugh as the heroes exited the lower chamber.

The End

Copyright 2020



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