Firestorm 87

FIRESTORM '87

By kentonbrownsuperstoner

It was early 1987 and everyone was worried about nuclear war. People forget that now, but back then, it was the big number one fear under everything that had lingered now (then) for three generations. Parents who grew up with it were raising children to grow up with it.

Everyone was worried about nuclear war. Americans were worried, Soviets were worried. And everyone in between those two were super-worried.

How worried was everyone? It was such a universal fear, even Superman was worried. They have the records at the Reagan Archive. Superman and Reagan used to have long conversations about how worried they were. Hours of looking at the television screens, or out at the Rose Garden, and being worried.

Firestorm, the Nuclear Man, in early 1987, did not give a fuck about nuclear war. Sure, everyone knows what happened that crazy late Summer of 1987 when Firestorm, the Nuclear Man ended up giving all the fucks about nuclear war.

Well, we all know how that ended.

But, before all that popped off, in early 1987, Firestorm, the Nuclear Man gave a fuck about fucking the skin off of his dick as frequently as possibly. He knew he was on borrowed time, he heard the clock ticking.

Literally, the ticking clock in the office of Professor Stein at Vandemeer University, when the Professor showed his student Ronald Raymond the proof: the x-ray with the brain tumor that was not going to shrink.

Professor Martin Stein was going to die. The Firestorm powers he shared with Ronald had likely caused the tumor, and would keep it growing.

"What are we going to do, Professor?" Ron asked the older man; his mentor, his partner.

The grin on Martin Stein's face told Ron everything. In an instant, he knew exactly what they were going to do.

The first person they called, was Gypsy.

Firestorm was a dual-morphia superpowered individual, meaning the powers were housed in not one person, but in two people who needed to work together to jointly form the super-powered being: Firestorm, the Nuclear Man!

Because when Martin and Ronald originally received the powers, Martin was unconscious and Ronald used the powers in a hope to revive him, when they form into Firestorm, Martin returns to unconsciousness, and Ronald turns into Firestorm. But Martin's consciousness shares Firestorm's consciousness, and while Ronald is at the controls, he is in constant telepathic dialogue with Martin, a Novel Laureate and all-around genius. But wherever they were when they made Firestorm, should they disengage, both men will "suddenly" appear in Firestorm's place.

So, setting off on this new, vital mission, Martin and Ron merge, and as Firestorm, they track Gypsy down.

"I haven't seen her since we got womped by Brimstone, The Fallen Angel, before the Big Guys came back," Ronald said to Martin, Ronald meaning the original stars, Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, a new Green Lantern named Guy Gardner, ol' J'onn J'onzz The Martian Manhunter, and the high-quality second squad of Black Canary, Blue Beetle, Doctor Fate, and The Changeling; the Big Ten who became the Justice League in nineteen-eighty0six but whom everyone still thinks of when they think about the Justice League in the nineteen-eighties.

They find her in Upstate New York, totally anonymous. Working a job in a co-op organic farm-and-market, running the register and stocking the shelves. Her big Stevie Nicks hair is even bigger and fuller, bordering on unkempt and rat's nest. The vibe is chill and she sports bare feet and bare shoulders, plus the magical matched jewelry that she used for her magical powers.

In Firestorm's mind, Martin asks if the jewelry is the key to her powers, and Ronnie answers him that he has no clue, he never asked her.

"You worked together saving the world and you never discussed your powers with each other?"

"Nah, it felt impolite. Besides, when we weren't working, she and I usually were too busy fucking!"

Firestorm sneaks up on Gypsy and makes the oatmeal she's restocking into the large bins, turn into marshmallows.

Gypsy giggles and knows instantly. "Firestorm! Where are you? Nobody transmutes reality like you!!!!"

Firestorm comes around the corner, smiling, and Gypsy is smiling, and she jumps into his arms and they kiss hello. First without tongues and then, very quickly, with tongues, because Gypsy puts her tongue right into his mouth, just like she likes to do. Gypsy is a very oral magic-powered super-heroine.

"I've got some bad news," Firestorm says.

"What? Apokolips again?"

"Worse, something I can't beat. It's my secret identity."

"Uh-huh?"

"He's dying."

"Your secret identify is dying?"

"Yeah."

"I don't get it."

"He has a brain tumor. Inoperable."

"Oh, gosh, Firestorm. My magic doesn't really heal like that, I'm sorry."

"That's cool, Gypsy. We think being Firestorm, The Nuclear Man, is what's caused it."

"Woah, that's harsh. Gave you your powers and took away your life. Heroes give so much."

"Yeah, thanks. But, we did not track you down to get healed. We've made peace, and need to enjoy the time we have left."

"We? You and your secret identity? I didn't realize you were like, two different people."

"We are," Firestorm says, "but not that way. Here, let me just show you."

And like that, in a blink of her eye, the tall, sexy, strapping Firestorm was gone! Cynthia Reynolds from Detroit, better known as the crime-fighter and Justice League hero: Gypsy! saw in Firestorm's place, two men she had never seen before.

Ronald Raymond, college student, and Martin Stein, Nobel laureate.

Cynthia took it all in. Her life had seen lots of weird shit, and this was not even in the top one hundred.

"Wait a minute," she said. "Aren't you that Nobel-prize winning scientist, Professor Martin Stein?"

The older man blushed. "Why, yes I am, young lady. So nice to be recognized." He put out his hand, she extended hers, but he lifted Cynthia's hand to kiss it. "Enchanté," he said.

"I'm Cynthia, but you know me as Gypsy."

"Oh, we've met many times before, Gypsy," the Professor said, "but never been formally introduced."

"Yeah," the women blushed and giggled, "I guess most of my, um, intimate times have been with Firestorm himself."

"That's right," Ronald, the handsome, unassuming college man, confirmed. "But we were both there the whole time."

"Wow, gee," Cynthia said, reflecting, a little overwhelmed at what this meant. "So, I guess you guys were kinda double-teaming me the entire time it was just me and Firestorm, huh? Guess I've been in a lot more threesomes than I thought!" She laughed, seductively, teasing them.

"An astute observation, young lady," Professor Stein said.

"Yeah, but," Cynthia corrected, "you boys kinda deprived me. I mean, the both of you, your consciousnesses, I guess, both your consciousnesses got to have me, but I didn't get to have either of you. You both were fucking me, but I only got one dick, not two."

"Oh, gee, Gypsy," Ronald said, perplexed. "What can we go about that?"

"Well, I think you've gotta make it up to me, don't you?"

"Funny you should suggest that, young lady," Professor Stein broke in. "The reason we're here--I have a brain tumor, and I'm dying from it. Before I go, I hope to enjoy in real life, the beautiful Gypsy that I have only known through Firestorm."

Another shock across the young hippie woman's face. "Oh, and you thought I'd be a nice stop on your farewell, tour, huh?"

"A chance to share one last intimacy, one last moment of joy, before I and Firestorm come to an end."

"You mean Firestorm's going to die, too?"

"We think so, Cynthia," Ronnie said. "I can't make Firestorm without the Professor. And without him, I'll just be Ronnie Raymond."

"Wow, this is a heavy trip you guys are laying on me."

"Heavy trips is our life, young lady," the Professor said. "We're the Justice League."

"Were. Were the Justice League. Now they've got the Old Faves back, and we're on the discount aisle at a granola co-op, trying the lay-low in case any of my old enemies still have grudges."

"We can still do good," Ronnie asserted. "We're just on the bench waiting to get into the game."

"You boys and your sports metaphors," Cynthia scoffed.

"Oh, I believe you used a term: double-teamed. Sounded like you were not adverse to such... athletic action."

Cynthia smiled, laughed at the Professor and at herself. "Well, it helps, Professor, if you're... warmed up, first. Did your stretching. You're... flexible. A lot can happen in a double-team."

"You could not have minded Ronnie and I, as Firestorm, too much my dear," the Professor teases her back. "After all, I remember some fun times where it was you, and Firestorm, and The Elongated Man... and Steel."

Gypsy blushing even deeper at each one's name. "That's Justice League Detroit, baby. Fight hard, party hard."

"I must thank you, young lady, for the first I believe you call them, gang bangs that I ever got to see from a first-person perspective," the Professor told her. "I only wondered, why was The Martian Manhunter not present?"

"He only wanted my feet. He'd suck my toes for an hour, the dirtier the better. He said it was good for his Martian immune system," she said. "I wanted to fuck him, but he would't even take his cock out around me."

"He must have known about the gang bangs. J'onn's so squeamish, have you ever seen his apartment? He's a neat freak, excessively clean," the Professor said.

"Well, you know about the gang bangs, and the threesomes, and all the ways I like to express myself after work," Cynthia said. "You're not squeamish, Professor?"

"I've got an inoperable tumor that's going to kill me, Gypsy. I'm more afraid of not feeling you through my body before I die."

"Now that doesn't make me feel like a stop on a tour."

"This is so not a stop on the tour, young lady. This is so much more than that. This is what my life has been leading to."

"To fuck a super heroine yourself?"

The older man smiles. Nods. "Uh-huh. Let's get going, what do you say?" His smile big and genuine.

Cynthia has enchanted the nice family that lives across the street to letting her live in their unoccupied servant's suite over the garage. Bedroom, full bath, kitchenette, totally off-grid.

She takes the college student and the professor there. No need to clock out because she doesn't really work at the health food co-op. Her powers are illusion and blending in and blending in here and living by illusion is what Cynthia has done to survive.

Ronnie trails behind the two as he and the Professor follow the sexy, dark-haired, barefoot beauty. The Professor has his hand on the small of the younger woman's back, he knows what he's doing. Ronnie is mostly along for the ride.

Her apartment over the garage has its own entrance, and its own door. As soon as they are all inside, Ronnie discovers his job is closing the door behind them and working the lock. Because Gypsy and Martin are already busy, already kissing deeply, making out hot and fast, like they were both aware of the palpable build-up simply from walking across the paring lot and the street and the house's lawn.

They kissed with hunger, they touched with hunger, Ronnie saw. This was not superhero stuff, this was not powers. This was human stuff. Human emotion, human lust, human need for touch. Human powers.

Ronnie's dick got hard instantly watching the Professor paw Gypsy, feeling her tits through her low-cut, off the shoulder top, squeezing her hard and rough and hearing Gypsy moan from the rough treatment of her chest. Kissing him back harder, squeezing the old man though his formal clothes.

It was hot. Hot just to watch, and Ronnie kept squeezing his cock through his jeans.

The Professor started putting his fingers in Gypsy's mouth, first one, then two, then it wasn't playful and flirty, it was dominant and power-exchangey, and Gypsy was loving it. Loving the way the older man was putting his fingers as deep into her mouth as he wanted, deep enough that she started to gag and tear but didn't fight it.

"Nice to bring a super heroine to tears," the older man quipped. The younger woman giggled.

"You love saving people, you love serving," he continued, continuing to work his fingers in and out of her mouth, continuing to evoke gags from her throat.

Eventually he went so deep she reflexively pulled away. "Yes," she said, composing herself. "Yes I like serving."

"You ready to serve an old, dying man, girl?"

"Yes," she said, his fingers in her mouth, her yes garbled but sincere.

"Let's get you on your knees."

Gypsy dropped to her knees and began to take the Professor's cock out of his suit. Circumcised and healthy, as soon as she saw the sixty-something-year-old's penis, she opened her twenty-something mouth and took him inside. She wasted no time, she took him deep. He was already hard but as she opened her throat to him he got even harder.

She gagged but did not stop. She gagged and Ronnie reached for his zipper, began to unbutton the front. Gypsy saw the young man and stopped him.

"N-no, honey, not yet," she said, taking the Professor's cock out of her throat. "I want to have the Professor first, one on one. Then you can go next," she told him.

There was no debate, she resumed sucking the Professor's cock and he just looked down at her thick head of dark hair bobbing back and forth like the absolute slut of the Justice League she was.

Ronnie said nothing, but he kept his hardness in his jeans and he ached watching this live sex show. He had felt her through Firestorm before, and he had felt her through Firestorm's body which was his body, unlike the Professor, who only got things filtered through so many layers of consciousness that he had only watched and heard, but never really felt them before.

He was feeling her now, that was for sure!

Gypsy was working his cock like she was proving a point, like she wanted him to remember her most, that no matter what other sluts the old man fucked on his farewell tour, they would not compare to Cynthia Reynolds aka Gypsy!

But the Professor stopped her after getting him close, stripped her to her beautiful body, and laid her back on her bed, kneeling before her and eating her hairy, natural pussy, telling her how amazing she tasted.

Gypsy knew she had an unnaturally sweet tasting pussy and all of her lovers loved her taste. But she loved hearing about it, especially when a new lover went down on her for the first time.

She guided the Professor in how to eat her out to orgasm, which he was able to give her with some slow, dedicated circles around her clit with his tongue, followed by long slow licks off her from the bottom to the top.

She did not get much afterglow before the Professor is on top of her and inside her.

"Have you ever fucked a super heroine before, Professor?"

"N-no."

"I'm your first member of the Justice League."

"Uh-huh. Ohhhhhh, wow."

"Yeah. It's good, huh."

"Oh, so good, Gypsy."

"So good, Professor. You gotta help me, okay?"

"Oh-okay."

"You gotta help me save the world, okay? You gotta help me save the world. You gotta help me save the world, by coming in me, okay?"

"Oh, fuck."

"Can you do that for me, Professor?"

"Oh fuck, Gypsy. It's so good, I can't last."

"Don't last. I need your cum, Professor. We need your cum, to save the world. Give me your cum so we can save the world."

"Oh fuck. Ronnie, Ronnie," the Professor called out. "Put your dick in her mouth. I don't want to have her without you, my boy!"

Ronnie did not hesitate, and suddenly, Gypsy found herself with the younger man's impressive cock splitting her lips and finding his way down her already-warmed-up throat.

Gagging on the new cock, Cynthia was aware of how spit-roasted she suddenly was, feeling the energy radiating between the two men, energy stretching through her, from the tip of the dick doing down and out of her throat, to the tip of the cock tunneling back and forth between the stretched open lips of her vagina.

"That's right, my boy--together! For real and for the first time!" she heard the Professor speak to Ronnie, and Gypsy felt the two men stiffen even harder inside her, and then release!

Warm cum flooding up her cunt and down her throat, cocks pulsing and throbbing and shooting inside her. These two men, one much older, one still younger than her, ejaculating inside her in perfect synchronicity, twitching and throbbing and losing it inside her simultaneously.

A new experience for the promiscuous young woman.

So hot, she reached down for her clit and with one gentle touch she was off joining them, riding the waves of her own orgasm while their individual orgasms sent their waves of pleasure though the rest of her body from opposite directions.

They collapsed in a pile together, but quickly pulled themselves together to start again.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in a three-way fuck fest. Gypsy was taken from both ends again, and again, and again, flipping back and forth between the two. She was agreeable, she was willing, she was experienced. The two secret identities of her superhero colleague had plenty of stamina and plenty of cum between the two of them to give to her.

She was enthusiastic for anal, and enthusiastic to let Ronnie get inside her cunt while the Professor was sodomizing her pleasure-loving, sensation-whore of an asshole.

She cleaned off the professor's cock and was enthusiastic to let them both get into her pussy at the same time. "Spit roasting me is one thing, boys," she told the men in her bed, "but sharing my pussy and both cumming in me, that's really sharing me."

They were up to the task.

They could feel the other's cock rubbing against theirs, they could feel her tight velvet pink surround them and hold them both tight together.

They could hear the insanely filthy dirty talk coming from Cynthia's mouth, as her pussy felt more full and more stimulated than it had maybe ever. She'd been spit roasted by a lot of superheroes, but she had never gone double-vaginal with anyone who was not a civilian before. Ronnie and the Professor had a bond between them--fucking them was tighter and hotter than some pairs of brothers whom the little tramp had fucked before.

Cynthia came the moment she felt the Professor coming again, coming inside her, inside her and all over her young friend and fellow-hero's cock. Ronnie kept hard until their orgasms had passed, and then with a few thrusts, finished himself inside her, alongside him, and added his fluids to the lovers' mixture.

And so for a few, timeless hours, Ronnie and the Professor could forget what lay ahead for them, and for Firestorm, the Nuclear Man.

II.

What lay ahead most directly for Firestorm, Ronnie and Professor Martin Stein, was Vixen.

Emphasis on the lay.

Mari Jiwe McCabe, born in Zambesi, Africa, living as a New York City based supermodel, but when she used her animal powers to fight crime and save the world, went by Vixen.

But when she used her animal powers to charm the camera, to triumph in a photo shoot or on the runway as a fashion model, she was simply Mari McCabe, whom all the fashion editors liked to say had a "cat-like sensuality." They had no idea how right they were!

When in the guise of Firestorm again, they found her, Mari McCabe was on a beach on Hawaii's Big Island, doing a photo shoot for a large perfume company. Looking sexy, looking feral.

She was thrilled by a surprise visit from Firestorm. So was the photographer. It turned into some spontaneous B-roll. All of the models were excited to see the hunky superhero. That gave Ronnie and Martin an idea.

They took a private moment with Mari, revealed the situation and the problem much like they did with Gypsy. Mari was down to party, but when Ronnie and Martin suggested getting the other two models on the shoot involved--a European woman and an Asian woman, to provide maximum diversity in beauty for the shoot's perfume sponsor with Mari's lovely African features--Mari was all down. "Good, I don't really like taking two men on at once. I'm a one at a time girl, not like some Justice League sluts I could name."