Supergirl and Powergirl Snob s Pleasure
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Not only did Justin not come back over the Saturday night after he fucked me that afternoon, I did not see Justin or hear from him all week! The following Sunday I waited for him and even put on my bikini and lay out by my pool hoping he would come over, but he didn’t. I was sad and my feelings were hurt and I was horny thinking of all the things he did to me and what I did for him. I thought about how his cum tasted, how his big cock fucked my asshole, how he humiliated me, how I submitted to his dominance, and even the photos and video.
The photos and video he took of me had turned me on more than I ever imagined they would. I swore I would never let him do that again, but I knew I would if he asked. Not only to please him but also because I reluctantly had to admit to myself that I had gotten off on it. I told myself and him I did not want him to show anybody the pictures or the video, but deep down I was hoping he would. As bad and slutty as it made me feel, I got aroused thinking of him showing his friends and them seeing me like that. My exhibitionism fetish was coming to light.
The rest of the week, work helped me a little when I did not hear from Justin because it kept me busy. I still thought about him a lot however and as I mentioned, work only helped me a little. I could not get him out of my mind and I didn’t want to. I wanted to see him again, I wanted him to come over and fuck me and dominate me as he did Saturday, and I wanted to be his tranny whore. I would get horny and an erection but I refrained from masturbating all week because each day and night I was hoping the boy would come walking through my sliding glass doors to take me again and I wanted to be able to cum for him as much as I could.
As I mentioned, I was an affectionate, needy, and clingy person when in a relationship and I got sad and lonely when I didn’t get the attention I craved. I tried to be strong was determined not to let Justin see that part of me because from the few relationships I had in the past, I knew men got annoyed with that. They liked it at first but eventually, they became annoyed with my neediness and clinginess.
I began to think Justin did not want me anymore regardless of what he told me, that I would be his whore for the summer or even longer. I began to think I was just a fetish fuck for him and he was now satisfied with that fetish and moved on. That also made me sad and hurt my feelings. I once even cried a little one night thinking about it. I always had the fault of getting too attached to men and developed emotional feelings for them too quickly.
My strength and determination and willpower lasted until Wednesday and I broke down and sent Justin a text. I asked him if he was coming over soon. He replied he was busy with family and friends and promised he would come over and fuck me soon, but he didn’t give me a day. I replied back and once again promised the boy if he came over that night I would do anything he wanted. Yes, I was pathetic in my neediness. Justin replied with a laughing emoji and “can’t stay away from my big, white cock?” I replied begging him to come over. His last reply was he would come over when he could.
I avoided Justin’s mother Julia like the plague. We normally got together about once or sometimes twice a week in the evening and shared a bottle of wine and gossiped. She called me once and I did not answer and she came over to my house on Thursday night with a bottle of wine and to see if I was well. I lied and told her I was not feeling well all week. I could not even look her in the eyes. She asked if I needed anything, I told her no, and she told me she hoped I felt better by Monday so I could attend her and her husband’s Memorial Day cookout. I told her I would try and make it. She promised her husband would have veggie burgers for me.
After she left I felt guilty about what I did with Justin, but that did not stop me from wanting the boy again. Even guilt could not stop my desire for her son to use me as his private whore. I decided I would skip the cookout.
The weekend was worse than the weekdays. I did not have work to keep me occupied. I lay out by the pool again hoping Justin would come over but he didn’t. By Saturday I was beyond horny. Even though I had not had sex in a long time before Justin fucked me, I was very active in my solo masturbation sessions. Now my sexual desires were much worse than before since I was fucked by Justin. I had forgotten how much I loved sex and promised myself that even if Justin did not fuck me again I would never go so long without sex. I wanted to masturbate badly and to have an orgasm but I refrained and at least showed some willpower. I still held out hope that the boy would come over that night. He didn’t, and he didn’t Sunday night.
Monday I decided I would go to the cookout. I wanted to see Justin and maybe get a chance to confront him in private and hopefully entice him to come to my house and fuck me later that evening after the cookout. I planned the outfit I would wear with care.
I decided to wear the same outfit I wore the day Justin told me he first saw me and developed his crush on me. Before I got dressed I made sure I was very clean, using another enema just in case. I showered and washed very well, made sure my makeup was perfect, and put my hair in a single ponytail that ran down my back and I teased my hair to make it flare out after the tie of the ponytail. I wore the same light blue sundress with white polka dots that I wore that Labor Day. It was strapless and didn’t need a bra. Under it, I wore a pair of blue panties that were bikini briefs but made of a mix of polyester and spandex. I liked how the silky feeling material felt against my skin and penis. I put on a pair of white athletic socks with blue stripes across the top and my blue Converse high tops. It was the same way I was dressed the Labor Day Justin talked about, besides the panties. I had no idea what underwear I wore that day.
The cookout was as I expected, with neighbors attending and beer and wine and even mixed drinks flowing. I was not much of a drinker but I did enjoy a glass or two of wine at a social function. Of course, Justin was there and of course so was his girlfriend, Kathy. Kathy looked so pretty in her white shorts and halter top that showed cleavage of her well-shaped breasts. She attracted glances of the other men at the party. I was jealous. Justin also invited his best friend David and who I assumed was David’s girlfriend, a cute, slightly chubby Asian girl. I had met David before at other backyard cookouts Justin’s parents had.
I kept looking at Justin as I mingled with a few of my neighbors and tried to see if he noticed me but he didn’t even look at me. Being sad, angry, and jealous, I was working on my third glass of wine while I talked to Mrs. Williams. I got annoyed with her as she told me her son had recently broken things off with the girl he was dating and trying to get me to call him. I wanted to lean in and whisper in her ear, “What would you, your husband, and your son think if I told you I had a cock between my legs?” I didn’t, of course.
Being somewhat introverted at social gatherings I sat on a chair in the back yard and observed other people. I liked to observe and people-watch and make up backstories about them. That day I mostly observed Justin. I watched as he stayed mostly with his girlfriend and friends, sometimes helping out his parents when asked. I noticed he was very attentive to Kathy and treated her very gentlemanly, unlike how he treated me a week ago. It was easy to tell Justin was the leader of his little group. I was right when I disagreed with his mother when she told me Justin’s bad behavior was influenced by his friends. It was her son who influenced them.
David, who I knew was almost a year older than Justin, seemed to do anything Justin told him to. The other boy even laughed at Justin’s cruel humor toward David’s girlfriend, but Kathy would chastise him for it. I watched as I finished my third glass of wine, felt the effects, and decided to stick with water. The more I watched Justin, the angrier I got and the more jealous I got. I hated when he would hold Kathy’s hand or lean over and kiss her cheek. I hated when she would giggle ever so delightful at his jokes or comments. Most of all I hated that he ignored me. I knew we couldn’t mingle like girlfriend and boyfriend or lovers, but he could have at least come over and said hello and talked to me for a while. Julia handed me a plate with a veggie burger on it but I was so upset that I was not hungry.
I decided to stay for about another hour, hoping the boy would at least come and say hello. The wine and the two bottles of water I drank had gotten to me and I needed to pee. I went into the house and found the downstairs guest bathroom occupied and I had been holding in my urge to urinate and needed to pee badly. I knew the house well, having been over there many times, and knew Julia would not mind if I used the master bathroom in her and her husband’s bedroom.
I lifted the hem of my dress, pulled down my panties, and sat down and peed. Yes, I sit down when I pee. After I was done I pulled up my panties and flushed the toilet. I checked my makeup in the mirror and opened the bathroom door to leave. When I opened the door and started to walk out of the bathroom, I bumped into Justin, who was coming in at the same time. Justin pushed me back into the bathroom, locked the door, and pressed my butt into the sink. He leaned down to kiss me.
I turned my head and his kiss landed on my cheek, “Justin, stop,” I demanded.
Justin ignored me and started kissing my neck. It felt so good and my penis became erect. Not having masturbated or having an orgasm in over a week, Justin’s kisses on my neck aroused me very quickly. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I let Justin kiss my neck and ears as I was lost in my desire. I didn’t come to my senses until I felt his hand start to move up my thigh. I pushed it way.
“Stop, Justin. Please stop,” I tried to pull away but I was trapped between the boy and the counter.
“I want you, Tamara.”
“You had plenty of chances to have me all week,” I told him. “I waited for you all week and you never came over. You never even called me and the only time I heard from you was in a text that I had to start. I did not appreciate that and it hurt my feelings,” I admitted how it made me feel.
Justin pulled his head back and put both arms around my waist. “I was busy. Graduation is next week and Kathy was demanding a lot of my time. She is leaving right after graduation to visit her grandparents in North Carolina for the summer and won’t be back until the end of July. She is going to Vanderbilt for college so we won’t see each other much.”
“Well, go fuck her then if you need to get off,” I said jealously.
Justin chuckled, “I have been but she is on her period now. Plus, I want you. I want your tranny pussy. I missed your tight asshole.” The boy grinned at me, “Plus, she is not as slutty and freaky as you are.”
“I am not a slut!” I lowered my voice, fearful someone may have heard me, “I am not a slut. I don’t appreciate being used as you did to me.”
“I told you the truth, Tamara. I never lied to you about what you are to me and I won’t. Do you want me to lie and tell you I love you and I am going to dump Kathy to be with you? That we are going to walk back outside and announce to everyone that you are now my girlfriend? You know we are not going to do that and we can’t do that. You know exactly what you are to me and you know you enjoy it and want it.”
He was right. Justin could never be my boyfriend and we never could have a public relationship. I was just going to be an affair for him, a piece of ass on the side when he needed me, and his whore for when he needed one. He was also right that I did enjoy it. I enjoyed it a great deal and the thought of it made me more aroused.
I put my arms back around his neck and kissed him passionately. Justin kissed me back and once again I felt his hand go up my thigh. I broke our kissing and he started on my neck and ears again, causing me to moan and whimper in pleasure. His hand was soon on my crotch and he was rubbing my panties over my hard cock. The sensation of the silky-like material on my penis felt so good.
“Justin, please, not here. We…we can go back to my house later. I will wait for you,” I begged as my breathing increased from arousal. “I…ohhh, that feels so good…I will suck your cock as much as you want, swallow as much of your cum as you want me to, and you can fuck me with that huge dick as much as you want. Just please, not here.”
Even though I protested I did nothing to try and stop Justin from touching me the way he was. It felt too good for me to make him stop and I was also glad he was once again showing me attention that he denied me all week.
Justin pulled his head back from my neck and I looked up into his eyes. “Lift your dress,” he told me.
I lifted the short hem of my dress to my stomach and made a small gasp when Justin placed his hands on the waistband of my panties and peeled the front down. My hard cock sprang loose.
“Not here.” My voice was weak.
“I want to see your tranny cock.” Justin ran his fingers over my erect penis a few times and I shivered in pleasure. “I never thought another dick could be so sexy.”
Justin started to unbutton his khaki cargo shorts and I looked down to watch it. I no longer cared where we were or if someone would walk in and catch us. The boy pulled down his shorts and underwear together and his huge cock jumped out; he was also hard. Justin stepped out of his shorts and underwear as he moved close to me again. I watched as he took his large penis and pressed it against mine. I found the contrast of his white flesh and my darker flesh erotic, and the way his large cock dwarfed my smaller one was sexy to me. I sometimes wished I had a much smaller penis to look more feminine and the size of Justin’s cock compared to mine made me feel just that.
Justin took both our cocks in his hand and I moaned out. “Spit on them.”
I leaned forward and dribbled some of my saliva on our cocks. My first attempt missed and fell on his wrist but my second attempt landed between the heads of our dicks. Justin started rubbing our cocks together with his hand and stroking them.
“Uhhh…the door…please lock the door,” I whimpered.
“I already did and I locked the bedroom door also. Just relax, Tamara.”
“What…what if someone comes looking for us? Uhhh fuck, that feels so good…what are we going to tell people?”
“I already made my excuse and I’m sure you can make up something for yourself.”
“What if someone hears us?” I was making up excuses. Yes, I wanted Justin to fuck me. I wanted that badly, but I was nervous about being caught.
Justin smiled, “You are loud when you get fucked.” He looked around the bathroom and grinned when he looked at the floor. “I have an idea, but first get on your knees and suck my cock. Just for a bit because we don’t have much time.”
I nodded and got on my knees and Justin put his hand on the back of my head. I looked up at him. “Don’t…please don’t make me do it so rough this time.”
“I won’t.”
Before I took his cock in my mouth I pressed my face to his crotch and inhaled. It was a hot, humid afternoon, and having been sitting outside and maybe even helping his parents set up the cookout, Justin must have been sweating earlier because his crotch was pungent with his masculine, musky scent.
“God, it smells so good,” I said softly and then blushed when I heard Justin chuckle. I had not meant to say it out loud.
“You are such a freak,” Justin told me. Maybe I was when it came to the way a man smelled, but it was a fetish I had. The musky, masculine scent of a man’s private areas was just something I enjoyed and it did arouse me. It was something I could not control.
As much as I wanted to lick his crotch area, I refrained because I was still nervous about getting caught and our fucking needed to be a quickie. I took the boy’s large penis in my mouth and started giving him a blow job. Justin took his hand off the back of my head and reached down with both hands and pulled the top of my sundress down to expose my small breasts.
“That’s enough,” Justin told me about two minutes into my blow job. He also must have been concerned about the time.
I pulled my head back and sat on my heels as I looked up at him. Justin turned around and bent over slightly. “Lick my ass. I liked when you stuck your tongue up my asshole.”
I didn’t hesitate; I did enjoy rimming a man’s butt. Like his crotch, the boy's butt was strong with his manly scent and I liked it. I put my hand on his butt cheeks and spread them apart and started rimming his ass. Justin moaned in pleasure.
“Fuck, you are such a nasty slut, but damn, it feels good,” he commented. The comment encouraged me to put my tongue up his ass deeper. God, I did love rimming a man’s ass. Maybe I am a nasty slut.
Just as with the blow job, Justin didn’t let me rim his butt for long. He reached behind himself, grabbed my ponytail, and pulled my head back. I whimpered, not from the pain of having my hair pulled but from him not letting me lick his sweaty asshole anymore. He turned around and helped me stand up and then turned me around. The tops of my thighs were pressed against the sink counter and my hard penis was about an inch above the counter and over the sink. I looked over my shoulder and saw Justin bend down and pick up his underwear off the floor. They were grey boxer briefs.
“No, Justin, please don’t. You are much too big to take without lube,” I whined when I felt him guiding his cock to my asshole. I have been fucked with a man using just his spit as a lubricant in times of extreme arousal and my own rectal mucus helped in the lubrication, and while it was not ideal I was able to handle it. Justin’s cock was just too large to be able to do that.
“See if there is something in the medicine cabinet while I look under the sink,” the boy told me.
I moved to the side and allowed Justin access to the cabinet under the sink while I searched the medicine cabinet above the sink. There were the typical items you find: Band-Aids, over-the-counter pain relief bottles, toothpaste, etc., but nothing to use as a lubricant.
“Found something,” Justin said as he stood up. He held up a tube of KY jelly.
I moved in front of the sink and turned around and bent over slightly to allow Justin access to my ass. I now wanted to get fucked and did not care if anyone walked in or heard us. I moaned when Justin inserted a lubricated finger in my asshole to make it wet while he reached around and squeezed a large amount of the gel on my hard cock.
“Spread your ass so I can get in that tranny pussy,” Justin told me. As I reached behind me and spread my ass cheeks apart I could hear the wet squishing sound of Justin lubricating his cock.
I eagerly waited to feel Justin’s huge cock stretch my asshole open and for him to push it deep into my body, but instead he took my ponytail in his hand and pulled my head back hard. I whimpered as the boy put his underwear in my mouth. He had rolled up his boxer shorts and put them in my mouth like a riding bit one would put on a horse. He then stretched them behind my head.
“Fuck, won’t reach,” I heard him mutter and he took them out of my mouth.
“Why…what are you doing?”
“I need to gag you because you make too much noise when you get fucked.”
Justin dropped his underwear to the floor and I heard him laugh. I looked over my shoulder and saw the boy going through the dirty clothes in a laundry hamper in the bathroom. He found what he was looking for and held up a pair of larger underwear.
“These will do just fine.”
“No, Justin…please, no…they…they are your dad’s,” I pleaded. I was not too keen on being gagged but to be gagged with Justin’s father’s dirty underwear was appalling. I took my hands off my butt and stood up straighter.
Justin’s father was a large man. Not so much fat but large like a football player. They were boxer briefs also but white. Justin held them up by the waistband and I saw them reflected in the mirror.
“They look clean enough and what do you care if they smell of his cock?” I watched through the mirror as Justin rolled them up. “What’s the difference between one cock or another for a whore like you?”
“I am not a whore. I am umph…” Justin put the underwear in my mouth like a riding bit as he did before, pulled them tight, and due to the size of them he was able to tie them in a knot behind my head. The gag stretched the sides of my mouth into an obscene smile and forced it open. I made muffled yelping sounds when Justin smacked my butt hard three times. The gag worked at keeping me quiet.
“Spread your shemale fuck hole.” I did as I was told.
I spread my legs a little over shoulder width apart, bent over slightly again, and used my hands to spread my ass apart for him. I felt the head of Justin's cock press against the entrance of my asshole and as he pushed his large penis in my tight hole I pushed back against him. I could feel my asshole being stretched open as his penis entered me in a slow but continuous thrust and then I made a muffled, grunting moan which would have been much louder if not for the gag. When my teenage lover was halfway inside me he made a hard thrust that pushed me against the sink counter and entered my ass hard until his large cock was buried deep into my butt. God, it felt wonderful!
Justin grabbed my wrists. I was still holding my ass cheeks spread for him, and with one hand he held my arms behind my back, causing me to fall forward, and my thighs pressed into the sink counter, and with his other hand grabbed my hard cock and he started jerking my shaft. His hand spread the KY gel over my cock and his hand easily glided up and down my penis in a rapid motion. My moans and whimpers of pleasure were muffled by the gag.
I had been tied up during sex before and I enjoyed it and it aroused me. The helplessness of it, how the man controlled me, and how he could do whatever he wanted to me excited me, but I had never been gagged before. Although the gag was tight and stretched my mouth open and hurt slightly, I discovered that I enjoyed it a great deal. I couldn’t swallow; I tried once and almost choked, so my saliva ran out of my mouth and the cotton material of the underwear soaked up some of my spit but not all of it, and soon I had spit running down my chin.
Justin kept fucking me and jerking my cock. He was not fucking me as hard as he could and the pace of his thrusts matched the tempo of his hand stroking my cock. The sensation of his huge cock thrusting in and out of my ass and going into me so deep, the sensation of his hand on my heavily lubricated cock, and how he had me gagged and my arms pinned behind me was incredible and I soon cried out through the gag my orgasm. My voice and words were incoherent due to the underwear gagging me.
Justin could sense I was about to cum from my slurred words and moans. He let go of my hands holding my wrists and they fell to my side; I seemed incapable of lifting them, and he grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head up.
“Cum for me, your tranny whore,” Justin grunted as he kept jerking my penis. He pulled my hair harder, “Look in the mirror. I want you to watch yourself cum.”
I looked in the mirror at my reflection as I orgasmed. I could see how the gag forced my mouth open in a distorted manner, the saliva running down my chin, and how my face contorted from the pleasure of my orgasm. When I came Justin drove his cock deep into my ass, held it there, and jerked my cock as he reached up and cupped my left breast and pinched my nipple hard. He pinched it so hard I swear I thought he was going to pinch it off if he could.
I had not had an orgasm in over a week and combined with how he was treating me, which turned me on, and the fact when I cum while getting my ass fucked, my orgasm was very intense and my knees buckled. I came a lot. My cum was thick and the first load exploded out of my penis and landed on the mirror, my second load sprayed all over the counter, and then my cum poured out of my cock in a thick, sticky stream. Justin kept jerking me off and my cum splashed in the sink and on the counter and dripped on the floor of the bathroom as my orgasm lasted for several seconds. After I stopped cumming, Justin kept jerking my cock and I made muffled squeals as the head of my penis became very sensitive.
“Fuck, I like watching your shemale cock cum,” Justin told me as he finally let go of my cock. He then wiped his hand, coated in the lubricant and a large amount of my sex fluid, on my face.
Justin then proceeded to fuck me and he fucked me hard and fast and it didn’t take him much longer to cum. When he orgasmed he once again rammed his cock deep into my ass and it was my turn to watch his face in the mirror. I found it sexy to see him cum. With his cock far up my ass, the boy made a series of short thrusting motions and grunting sounds as I felt his cum shoot into my butt, a feeling I greatly enjoyed. After he was finished, Justin pulled out of me and patted my ass cheek.
“Damn, I stretched that ass out,” he said and chuckled. “It’s so gaped open my fist could fit up there so easy.”
I stiffened in fear that he just may try but he laughed at me, recovered his underwear and shorts from the floor, and put them on. Justin tried to untie the knot of his father’s underwear but it was too tight and he had to use a pair of manicure scissors to cut it off. When he pulled them out of my mouth, I gagged and worked my mouth to get the soreness and stiffness out of it.
“Before you leave make sure you clean up the mess you made,” he told me and I heard him unlock the door.
I looked at Justin through the mirror. “Are…do you…can you come over to my house later tonight?” I asked hopefully. “We can watch a movie or something.”
“Or something,” the boy parroted back at me. “You mean you want that tranny pussy fucked again?” He shrugged and looked at my reflection in the mirror. “David and I are going to the skateboard park later today with the girls, but yeah, I may come over afterward. Kathy is on her period so she won’t be giving it up today.”
Justin left the bathroom and I cleaned up. I cleaned myself up, washed my face, used a hand towel I dampened with warm water, and wiped my cum off the floor, the counter, the mirror, and the sink. I then put on my panties. I left the bathroom carrying the hand towel and Justin’s father’s underwear, not knowing what I should do with them. I did not go back to the party in the backyard. Instead, I left through the front door and walked home. I could not face the people at the party, especially Justin’s parents, after what I had just done. When I got home I threw the underwear and towel in my trash can outside, went into my house, and sent Justin’s mother a text. I told her I was not feeling well and had to leave and I was sorry. She replied asking if I was OK and needed anything. I replied with no I didn’t need anything.
I took a short nap. After my nap, I took a shower, put on makeup, fixed my hair, and put on a cute pajama set, and waited hopefully for Justin to come over. He did. He came over about ten at night. He let me suck his cock again and rim his asshole, he came in my mouth, and then we went into the bedroom, where he fucked me two times before he left. I was able to have two more orgasms that night.
Before he left, Justin explained to me that the following week was going to be busy for him and he doubted if he could come over and fuck me, or as he put it, “fuck my tranny whore.” I was disappointed but felt a little better about it because unlike the previous week, this time he told me.
As he told me, I didn’t see him the following week and I once again refrained from masturbating for the “just in case” moment. After his high school graduation, which was all done online due to Covid and with Kathy now visiting her grandparents, Justin did spend a lot of time with me the following weeks. He even spent the entire night with me on two occasions. Over the next few weeks he mostly played with me, I sucked his cock and rimmed his ass countless times, he fucked me a lot, and he took more pictures of me in various outfits I had and poses that would make a webcam model blush.
It was during one of those nights that I accidentally orgasmed in Justin’s mouth and he used his belt on me. He was sitting on my bed and had me stand in front of him and my body turned away from him. Justin rimmed my asshole for several minutes, told me to turn around, and he started sucking my cock. The excitement of it all made me cum and I didn’t mean to and could not prevent it and I came in his mouth. He was so mad. He coughed and spat out my cum, stood up and grabbed my arm and my hair, and pushed me on the bed. I kept telling him I was sorry and didn’t mean to and started crying.
Justin told me not to dare move, took his belt from his jeans, told me to turn over on my stomach, and used the belt on my ass and the back of my upper thighs. I sobbed and begged him to ease up. When he was done I curled up in the fetal position and kept telling him through my sobs I was sorry. The weird thing was I felt like I deserved it and it aroused me and I even got an erection while he was whipping me. It was not the pain that aroused me - I hated that - but his dominance over me. I never came in his mouth again and Justin never whipped me like that again, but the incident showed Justin just how submissive I was to him. He also knew after that I would do almost anything he wanted of me, something he took advantage of throughout our affair.
At the end of June, I turned twenty-eight and on the Tuesday night of my birthday, Justin came over and gave me a small gift. It was a stuffed Tigger from Winnie the Poo. I thought it was so cute. That night he stayed the entire night with me and instead of fucking me and treating me like a whore, the young man made love to me several times. It was intimate and passionate and wonderful. I was as equally satisfied by his lovemaking as when he dominated me. It was that night my feelings for Justin went from just being lustful and needy to something more emotional and needy of him.
Yes, there was the uncontrollable lust of course but once again my fault of falling in love easily with a man I am intimate with reared its ugly head and bit me. Just as with my submissiveness to him, Justin was quick to pick up on the fact I had developed deep intimate emotions for him and he started to take advantage of those feelings as well. He saw how I would do almost anything to please the person I had developed such intimate and romantic feelings for. The first time happened the Saturday night after my birthday when Justin came over and told me he had another “special” birthday gift for me.
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TransProgrammed PonygirlBy Sarah ?Sarah, you know I love you, and want to spend my life with you.? Sarah and Jim cuddled in each others arms. Sarah, having turned 18 the day before, was dressed in her boyfriend’s favorite outfit, her cheerleading uniform. She had her hair in a ponytail, and was laying her head up against his shoulder, as he reached over and cupped her C cup breasts and rubbed her pussy over her skirt. Jim was 23, and a junior in college. He had met Sarah on a...
The Rise of the Ponygirl Transport System in the World The Rise of the Ponygirl Transport System in the WorldBy Sarah The following is a story based on predictions of global oil producers and what a loss in oil would mean to the future of transportation in the world.? It is not the only solution, but it could be one possible scenario.? This is still just a work of fiction, but it would be interesting to see if it comes to pass. Prologue ??????????? Scientists and world leaders...
Introduction: Batgirl while on duty saves Renee Montoya, only to have the tables turned. The fight had been going on for the better part of an hour with Batgirl trading punches and kicks with the East Side Rangers, a well organized group of gang members led by a woman who called herself The Mask. Driving a particularly hard punch to the side of her seconds woman, Batgirl finished off the young girl only to have a blow land at the base of her skull that literally threw Batgirl into the water...
The Mask shoved Batgirl's head into the steaming water of the fountain as she brought her forearm down into the small of the caped woman's back trying to force all of the air out of her ample chest. Holding Batgirl by the neck she intended to drown the woman as she delived yet another solid blow to her back and then kicked Batgirrl in the back of the knees. own Dazed by the hard blow, Batgirl landed in the fountain and then sank as The Mask pressed her own body down on Batgirl's. Her...
Amy – Criminal Ponygirl By Arnold Puttwyn? This story is a work of fiction, made up entirely in my own mind. Any similarity to any person or persons living or dead is coincidence.This is a story using the society from ‘Kari in Training’ The time is fifteen years after the finalization of the Slave Act. Society had to change because an unknown genetic disorder caused men to have many more X chromosome sperm cells, so the birth of females 2 to 1 over males made the population change to 67%...
This is one of my fantasies. I’ve always dreamed of being made into a ponygirl, so here we go?Amy couldn’t remember much of what had happened last night. A college girl, she had been in a bar for a while. A handsome man, a fair bit older than her, had bought her a drink and chatted her up for a while. Amy was a slim brunette who normally had her fair share of successes attracting guys in bars, so this was nothing out of the ordinary. But then there had been something about going home in a taxi,...
This story utilizes characters owned by DC/Time Warner/Warner Bros., and does so strictly in a not-for-profit, parody fanfic usage meant for the enjoyment of comic fans everywhere. Consider this a sort of Elseworlds type story, not really set in any of the normal Bat realms. Our imaginations do not necessarily work within the usual DC Comics realm. From Eric - Ever since I read Steve's great story, "Batgirl: Who, me?", I've been obsessed with it and he, kind and gracious as always,...
INTRODUCTION: Attention - this work of fiction contains scenes of comic book violence, super villainous rape and bad puns. It is not a “safe space” and no doubt abounds with micro and mega aggressions. If reading this will cause you to visit the fainting couch or get the vapors then by all means don’t read. Stick to something more to your tastes, I wouldn’t want to lose sleep worrying you might need therapy or counseling due to my warped mind. To those that wish to read, enjoy my take on...
(The Sequel to The Joker’s On Batgirl) By rutger5 Copyright 2016 Barbara Gordon peppered the heavy bag with one final flurry of punches but like all previous efforts it left her feeling somehow unsatisfied. Grabbing a towel she wiped her brow then tossed it into the dirty bin before heading for the gym exit. If anything the humid, summer air felt even stickier against her alabaster skin than the steamy gym interior had but it didn’t cause Barbara to change her plans. After a quick...
Howie was up at dawn. He ran and worked out. Then he drew in his garage studio for an hour. At ten he was at the FIJI house helping the other pledges as they cleaned the house. "Chief, what have you got that Dorothy sees in you?" a pledge asks. "A dynamic personality, I guess," he said. One pledge said, "I hear that Dave is pissed." Another pledge asked, "What is the Dunger pissed about now?" Another one said, "Cause he is getting any, not less any that looks like her." They...
The Friday after football was over, Becky totally avoided him. Wanda said, "Three pounds and I feel good." Howie squeezed her butt and said, "You do feel good." Wanda looked good. Now she looked more muscular than overweight. "You look really good. I am very proud of you. I know it wasn't easy," he said. The next Friday, the school gave out athletic letters. The coach called out, "Howie Randolph, a letter and the conference champion patch. In addition, Howie was All Conference...
This story utilizes characters owned by DC/Time Warner/Warner Bros., and does so strictly in a not-for-profit, parody fanfic usage meant for the enjoyment of comic fans everywhere. Characters in this story are loosely based upon the Batman Adventures animated show, since in the comics Batman, Robin, Batgirl and Nightwing do not appear or work together. Consider it a sort of Elseworlds type story, not really set in any of the normal Bat realms. My imagination does not...
Now they were going to have to move their operations away from North and South America, and the question was: where to, next? The obvious place was Europe, but was that the best choice? They could take a hint from World War II and use the UK as a staging area. They now knew that the Wasps were relatively easy for them to defeat when they had plenty of poison, so they were highly confident of victory no matter which way they went first. The combination of Europe and Asia would take a while to...
Howie waited patiently for the plane from Ireland. The television monitor listed their flight as one hour late. Howie sat totally relaxed and focused on the door. Howie thought he was patient before he met Black Eagle, now he knew how to be patient and vigilant. If he had to, he knew that he could sit and wait for as long as it took for his parents to come though the Customs terminal door. He waited, relaxed but focused. Howie's parents were very surprised when they cleared customs at BWI....
((Authors Note — This story follows ‘A Day in Gotham – 9 – Batgirl Wins 01’. As with all multipart series, it’s best read after the first episode, but I’ve tried to make it stand on its own as far as possible. In brief though, this follows a part of Batgirl’s life where she’s been through a long recovery and rehabilitation period after the near tragic events in that old warehouse battling Leopard Man. It was a period where she established a close relationship with Catgirl, became aware of...
"It seems that I end up in the hospital with something major a lot. I get forced to think about things," he said. "There are better ways to do that. Hopefully, you won't keep this up or your mother is going to be old before her time," she said. "Nobody loves you like your mother. I never thought that I worried you. I feel much safer in Oklahoma than Baltimore," he said. "I feel much safer when you are home with me in Pennsylvania," she said. "Mom, I think I am going to law...
((Authors Note – Please note that this is adult fiction, so only read further if you qualify! This is the third and final part of this series covering Batgirl’s experiences after the ‘Wins’ series. As before, it’s best read after Parts 1&2, but just as a quick summary… Batgirl has just about recovered from her traumatic experience with Batman (see Batgirl Wins), and has surprisingly been reconciled with Catgirl again, just as danger threatens from another quarter when Catwoman receives a...
Howie decided to go the southern route. He liked the drive through the Virginia mountains. And he wanted to show Brooke where the Cherokee lived before they were marched to Oklahoma. Howie put a cover over the truck bed. With a cover over the bed, he didn't worry about a place to sleep. The cover was level with the top of the truck cab. Brooke had never been to the University of Virginia or been through the Roanoke Valley. And she wanted to see Charlottesville, where Dorothy was going to...
Title A Day in Gotham – 9 – Batgirl Wins 01 ((Authors Note – This story follows ‘A Day in Gotham – 8 – Batgirl Vexed’. I’ve had numerous comments about the ending to that particular piece, so in response, even though it’s a while since I posted that one, here’s a follow-up. I hope that you like it. As it seems with all my recent work, I’ve found it difficult to include all the content that I think that the story needs into one episode. As I also wanted to reduce the length of these pieces...
Dorothy called Howie. "We were afraid you weren't going to make it back. How is Brooke?" "I imagine Brooke is fine. We broke up," Howie said. "Are you serious?" "Yes." "Howie. I'm sorry. Mike's family rented Professor Trevale's house. You know, the big house just down from the dorm. Come over." Howie said, "I know where Amy lives. I am an art major remember. You are too busy to bother with this now." Dorothy said, "Howie, get your butt over here, now." "Yes maam. Who...
Chapter 5 When we landed in Las Vegas it was in the middle of the night and there was a black limousine waiting for us on the tarmac.“Let’s go, we have work to do,” said Supergirl and got up.Inside the limousine was a manila envelope which she gave to me. I opened it and found a passport, credits cards, a driver’s license, all in the name of Lisa Compton, aged twenty-one. I realized the age was meant to let me into any bar, restaurant, nightclub in the world. If I had been made to be eighteen,...
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Batman and Batgirl By Alana I anxiously paced back and forth, scarcely believing I was in the world famous Batcave, taking in the sights, in awe of the incredible high tech crime-fighting equipment. I was waiting for Batman to make his decision, but I already knew what it would be. I was going to be his partner! Me, Dick Grayson, partner to the coolest crime-fighter the world had ever known! Batman came into view. He was carrying a garment I didn't recognize. "You may...
PERSIAN STYLE VENGEACE SUPERGIRL: VOLUNTARY SLAVERY By Sonya Esperanto? [email protected] Supergirl is a property of DC Comics. This is a non profit story for no one below 18. Synopsis: About a world where most men died out from a virus, leaving only a small few. Supergirl also is desperately horny and even would subject herself to be a bdsm slave to any man still alive Story Supergirl flew on the sky above, realizing that a world without men was boring, that is if you...
It was called the Pledge Leadout. At the first of the dance, the room was darkened. Each pledge came to the spotlight. The girl and her escort were introduced. "Howie, this is the A group. I wouldn't have been asked to join any group before I worked out with you and lost weight. It helps that mom has a high level job at this college too." Howie responded, "You dieted and you exercised. You did it and you deserve the credit. And we are going to have a good time tonight." "Thank you...
The brains back at Auburn had finally doped out how to make an antigravity belt, and they built a couple of prototypes to test their theories. It turned out that the secret of the system was not all that exotic, after all. Given a few more years and Earth scientists would have come up with the principals, so they had little trouble modifying the design to fit human tastes and idiosyncrasies. All of the fighter-jockey types wanted a single-seater fighter where they could strut their stuff....
Title A Day in Gotham — 9 – Batgirl Wins 03 ((Authors Note — This story follows ‘A Day in Gotham – 9 – Batgirl Wins 02’. As with all multipart series, it’s best read after the earlier episodes, but I’ve tried to make it stand on its own as far as possible. This is part 3 of what will be a four part story. In brief , this follows a part of Batgirl’s life where she’s been through a long recovery and rehabilitation period after the near tragic events in that old warehouse battling Leopard...
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((Authors Note – Please note that this is adult fiction, so only read further if you qualify! This is the second part of three covering Batgirl’s experiences after the ‘Wins’ series. As before, it’s best read after Part 1, but just as a quick summary… Batgirl has just about recovered from her traumatic experience with Batman (see Batgirl Wins), and has surprisingly been reconciled with Catgirl again, just as danger threatens from another quarter when Catwoman receives a dire threat from a...
Title A Day in Gotham – 9 – Batgirl Wins 04 ((Authors Note – This story follows ‘A Day in Gotham – 9 – Batgirl Wins 03’ and is the final part of this series. As with all multipart series, it’s best read after the earlier episodes, but I’ve tried to make it stand on its own as far as possible. Of course you’ll probably need to know about the Alien spaceship, stranded in Gotham due to a lack of a key energy source, and the innovative way that they found to replenish it with some involuntary...
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Howie was given two years of science credits for his paramedic license. He entered as a freshman. When he signed up for the fourth course, his status changed from special to full time student. Wednesday, he went to the Phi Gamma Delta house for his pledging ceremony. His father was invited and pinned Howie's pledge star on him. Howie listened to the words of the pledge ceremony. Dad was right. It is very much like the Kiowa. Of course, the Kiowa never spoke of Robert E. Lee or the southern...
The Oolsans were welcomed into the new interstellar family that was forming. They did not have much more to contribute beyond the sample of Inklus' piss, since their body shape did not lend itself well to fitting into a spacetub. Nevertheless, they were given equal rights along with everybody else and were provided with replicators so that they could move into a more comfortable living standard. The invading Wasps had been easily eliminated, since they had just arrived and had not had time...
Howie was up at daybreak and out running on the road. By seven he was in the Fitness Center. Brooke joined him everyday there. She used the Nordic track. Brooke studied after she exercised. Howie only had one final, and that was in Investments. He had an A average as did Dorothy. They both didn't need to study. Howie was so interested, because of the Kiowa trust, that he went way beyond what was required. Dorothy hung on for the ride. Dorothy was one of the few women in the business major...
Howie got home about four a.m. on New Year's Day. He slept until nine then ate breakfast with his parents and children. After they ate, Howie washed dishes with his mother. She asked, "How was the dance?" "Very fancy, but I wasn't able to dance much. It is a high society club. Did you have a good time on the cruise and at the country club?" he asked. "The cruise was wonderful and very romantic. I recommend it for any old married couple. Actually the country club was very nice. They...
A reconnaissance flyover toward Tallahassee produced a startling result. There was what appeared to be a new pyramidal spaceship under construction! Judging from its appearance in the recon photos, it was only about 10% complete. The wasps could be seen working on it oblivious to the presence of human soldiers less than 100 miles away. The question was immediately raised: should they try to stop construction on the pyramid or should they allow construction to continue in hope of capturing it...
Capturing a Wasps' pyramid undamaged was too good an opportunity to miss, so Ann put all of her resources into the task. She left a holding force to occupy the territory already occupied, but moved all of her other forces into place near the Georgia pyramid. This took two days of nail-biting tension, because they didn't know what would happen if the troops were spotted by the Wasps. Very tight air cover was flown by tubs to keep any Wasp well away from the troop concentrations. The Wasps...
Title A Day in Gotham — 2 – Batgirl Begins2 ((Author’s note — this is the second part of my Batgirl Begins trilogy. As with all multi-part stories, it would be better read after Batgirl Begins 1, but for anyone who wants to dive straight in I’ve added a very brief summary of events in the story so far below. I really, really recommend reading the first part first though! And, before moving on, a quick vote of thanks to NaughtyIrishGirl for her unwavering support and enthusiasm. Please enjoy...
A fleet of 2,000 space tubs could cover a width of 2,000 miles when they were lined up side by side. Their FLIR had no trouble covering a width of half a mile on either side, so they were able to sweep for hidden nests very effectively and very efficiently. Hadron IV was a small planet with very few mountains, so it was swept in only three days. A few nests were found, but they were easily destroyed and the question was now raised: "Now what?" Very little destruction was vented on the...
(Author’s Intro…. This story (Episode 2) is a ‘prequel’ to the ‘A Day In Gotham’ series that I wrote a year or so ago. In particular, it precedes ‘Batgirl’s Dilemma’ which is the first story that I wrote and technically is Episode 3 in the series. I always had it in mind to come back to Batgirl at some stage (she’s such a fun character!) and fill in some gaps, and this story attempts to set the stage for some of the later action. As it developed, it grew (as usual!), so I’ve split it into...
Introduction: Oracle redons the latex costume as Batgirl once again. Oracle had redonned the Batgirl uniform once again, it had been a few nights since her intial return to crimefighting and subsequent take down. One she did not want to have happen again, her body still ached all over. She entered into the Old Gothaam Adult Toy factory, it had long since been abandoned and used by derilects and such. She walked through the main area, she walked past display vacbed, and tables that had custom...
One of the rescued men was a licensed radio engineer who worked part time at the University radio station. He suggested that they use the radio station to broadcast for anybody who wanted to join them to show up at the dining hall. The station was still operable because he could hear the carrier. He said that they could make a tape which would loop back on itself and send a repeating message up to about one minute long. Bill agreed to make such a tape and he and the engineer left for the...
The Xytal must have supplied most of the technology used by the Wasps. The humans reached that conclusion because the almost "magical" power supply was used to power so many of the marvels used by the Wasps. Nobody could see the Wasps having the intelligence to adapt that power supply to other gadgets. The only significant item for which the humans had not found a service manual was the pyramid, itself. And it wasn't for the lack of trying. Every one of the thousands of books in the...
Batgirl slowly opened her eyes, moaning, only to find that it was all dark around her. Her head was pounding and she felt disoriented and weak. She immediatley knew on some level that something was not as it was supposed to be, but she couldn't get her mind to think straight. She struggled to keep her eyes open, only to find that it was too hard, and she drifted back to sleep again, her subconscious vaguely recognizing that she was restrained somehow...Sometime later, she awoke again, only to...
It was a slow night for Roland. He hated the late shift, especially patrolling the adult toy factory. His girlfriend had left him several weeks ago and seeing all the sex toys made him wish he had someone to play with. But he didn't really have time for a relationship right now. But he needed to get laid though. As he walked the factory he heard a noise and he pointed his flashlight in the direction. He saw a woman in a skin tight costume. "Hold it right there!" he called...
Batgirl was out in gotham it had been a long night and she was ready to head home as nothing much was going on. Just then something caught her eye a shadow in the next street.She moved stealthy over and knelt down peering around the corner, she saw harley quinn trying to break in to the back of a jewelers store, batgirl sighed thinking she was in the mood for this but moved round the corner sneaking up behind harley."need a hand there harley" batgirl said, harley jumped around "no im ok...
How Catgirl Bagged the Boys by C (Notice to reader: mostly male victims) It was a fine Spring morning. When she arrived at the outer reaches of Boisde Berengaria, Catgirl was in high spirits. As well she should have been:an attractive young cat woman with orange fur and black stripes, garbedin a fashionable green mini-dress and matching boots, with an air of completeconfidence, she simply must have been someone in charge of her own fate.She shrugged off her backpack, adjusted the pink...
The attack on Loki II started off the same as the attack on Loki IV, except that there were few SAM sites to deal with. Instead, they had spotted where the Wasp fighters had launched, and those places faced the full fury of the spacetubs' attack. Again, the destruction wrought by the kinetic warheads was awesome to behold! Massive craters were left whenever more than one of the rockets hit in the same place. The first rocket penetrated the ground, and that absorbed a significant portion of...
There was no question in anybody's mind that Freya must continue scouring the galaxy for Wasps. Until they found otherwise, they had to assume that they were the only beings capable of halting the Wasp menace and cleaning up after them. That was the thought when the first of the unmanned spacetubs (very logically called USTs) was delivered to Freya. The USTs had the same capabilities as the regular spacetubs, except that they were flown by pilots who were located on Earth and were...