Power Girl needed to get laid.
It'd been a while since she'd had a steady boyfriend, long enough to strike her as ridiculous that a woman like her, who looked exactly like a male fantasy, didn't have a male. She went through her mental black book, thinking of prospective lovers and exes who might be good for a laugh, and it occurred to her that Ted Kord had always had a thing for her. Moreover, he'd been looking nice lately, losing the pudge from his brief retirement and gaining back a six-pack she could admire.
Karen thought of him a little like a dog chasing a car. It'd be interesting to know what he did once he got it. Who knew—he might surprise her. At the very least, letting him fulfill his fantasy would take the edge off.
She knew Ted was living on a Miami beachfront, fitting his semi-retired status. She flew there as Power Girl and changed into fitting beach attire. Flip-flops, hot pink bikini bottoms, and a shirt with "Sugoi Dekai" written on the front. Then she walked the rest of the way to Ted's place, flaunting herself before the beach bunnies on the way there.
Her ass, as abundantly curved as her famous breasts, danced deliciously under the scant covering of her bikini, while her ample chest swayed and jiggled under the sheer white cotton of her thin shirt. There were many men out working on theirs cars or trimming their hedges in the neighborhood she walked through. They all stared at Karen's body, priming her up with anticipation for what Ted would do to it.
Unless something better came along. Say what you will about Ted, but he had the courage to run into a burning building. None of these guys had the balls to ever chat her up. No wonder her love life had gone down the drain—she was too intimidating. Not that she'd wager anyone would want her to get a breast reduction anytime soon.
Karen turned the corner, seeing Ted's house up ahead. As usually happened when she was out in public, cars slowed as they passed her. Women on the sidewalk gave her glances full of jealousy, or lust. Karen shook her hips a little more for them. Whether they wanted to be her or do her, she'd like for them to want it even more.
She came to Ted's front yard. He was out front, washing his windows, wearing only a pair of jean shorts in the summer heat. Seeing his rippling back muscles and glistening sweat, Karen knew he'd been worth the trip.
"Hi there," Karen said, crossing the lawn to him. "Isn't it a little hot to be working outdoors?"
Ted turned to reply to her. He nearly fell of the stepladder he was on when he saw just who was walking towards him.
"Karen? What're you doing here?"
"I was bored. I thought we could hang out. You always seem to want to spend time with me; why not now?"
There was only one car parked in the driveway. Good; that meant she didn't have to share him with Booster Gold. And Karen was glad to see a bulge already forming in his shorts. Now how best to get it out of his shorts and into her?
She stepped back to admire the picture window he was working on, clear to the point of barely existing. "Wow, you're good at this," she pressed on, not giving him much of a chance to think. Thought was not what she wanted from Ted right about now. "I always have a maid do my windows. When I do it, they end up looking dirtier than when I started."
"I put myself through college being one of those maids," Ted said, smiling modestly. "I mean, not a maid, a window... It's easy once you get the hang of it. You just can't let yourself get discouraged."
"Maybe you could show me how to do it then. I don't have anything else to do."
Ted got down from the stepladder to hand Karen the sponge and wiper. She walked up it—knowing she was showing Ted how tautly her bikini bottoms stretched over her ample ass with each step—and made a production of sudsing the glass and squeegeeing it clean.
"Am I doing it right?" Karen asked, but Ted said nothing.
Then Karen felt his hand moving boldly up her toned thigh, pressing into the flank of her hips.
Karen dropped the sponge and wiper. "You've got a lot of nerve for someone who doesn't get
any
powers from Earth's yellow sun."
Ted rightly guessed that if Karen hadn't knocked him across the street, his attention wasn't too unwelcome. He squeezed her firm thigh. "You shouldn't have come to someone who calls himself the Blue Beetle if you don't want nerve. And I figure a girl like you doesn't show herself off unless you want something to happen."
Karen grabbed his hand and pulled it around her hip to rub it against the crotch of her bottoms. Ted got into it, stroking and petting her with his fingers while she held his hand there. Karen giggled and arched her back. Her sex pushed into his touch.
"Maybe you know me a little too well. So how you do like me, Ted? And how do you like my
cunt
?"
Ted couldn't speak. Despite his bravado, Karen doubted he'd really expected he'd get this far. But he was a man of action. Where his words failed him, his hands didn't. Karen shuddered as he pushed aside her panties and slid his forefinger into her cunt. Feeling the wet, slippery warmth inside her. Aroused, Karen pumped her hips, fucking herself on his hand.
"It feels like you like it a lot," she grinned. "In fact, I think you're liking it more and more, because it's getting juicier and juicier."
Ted slipped a second finger into her wet cunt. She clenched around it, burned around it. He smiled, both bold and nervous, as he felt how receptively Karen tightened on his penetration of her. "Why don't we go inside and see just how juicy we can make it?"
"Why don't you eat my pussy, Ted? After all the pounds you put on, your mouth should know what to do."
Ted winced. "That's a low blow."
