SuperFutas and The Age of Lust
Chapter 1 : Typhoon
Before ten years ago, the term superhero was something reserved for comic books, cartoons, and summer blockbuster movies. The 'Long Night' changed all that.
Everyone thought it was the apocalypse. Power went out in major cities for days on end, chaos reigned in the streets, and civilization was on the brink of collapse. A mad man calling himself The Engineer broadcast his message on all radio frequencies and promised that all who pledged loyalty to him would be saved. The world's first real supervillain had made himself known.
Our saviors arrived soon after; charging forth to bring justice and order to the chaos. They were super fast, powerful beyond imagination, and unlike anything we had ever seen. Typhoon was among them. The moment I laid eyes on her I knew we were saved.
My name is Veronica Martinez; an up and coming reporter with The Weekly Informer. At twenty-five I was just beginning my career on the mean streets of ButterWater Bay, a city of almost ten million souls on the west coast of the country; ground zero for what some people were calling The New Age of Superpowers.
"I'm nothing special; one of any number of pretty faces in the entertainment industry trying to make a name for myself. I'm five foot seven, toned and tight, and thanks to my platinum blonde mother and hispanic father I have a look that is both exotic and glamorous. Smooth almond skin, big beautiful breasts, legs for miles, and bright blue eyes that sparkle like twilight. I'm not afraid to use my looks to get what I want, but it helps to have a good head on my shoulders too. Turns out, it also helps to be in the right place at the right time.
In the aftermath of the defeat of The Engineer, people tried to get their lives back on track. Supermarkets reopened, school sessions resumed, and local government was quick to assure the public that things were back to normal. Never mind the occasional musclebound hero flying high overhead or the appearance of more and more superhuman beings among us.
I was on the job, microphone in hand as I stood on the boardwalk at our local beach in a cute little flower print sarong and heels; my tits barely contained in the tiniest white bikini top our producer could find. My hair was teased out and flowing on the breeze as I reported on a return to fun in the sun and normalcy. That's when the giant squid emerged from the ocean and brought my live report to a sudden halt.
Screaming sun worshippers ran past us as I tried to get the story, standing my ground as the massive eight armed menace crawled up onto the boardwalk and roared. It reached out for me and I felt my world coming to an end as I was lifted off my feet and into the air. Scooped right up out of my heels, I felt the wind in my hair as a massive tentacle swooshed past my head and strong arms lifted me up and rushed me to safety.
It all happened so fast. Everything was a blur. When I realized that the squid hadn't grabbed me and I was safe, I looked into the chocolate brown eyes of my hero and felt her body pressed flush against my own. God in heaven she was warm. So beautiful. As she flew me to safety I slid my arm around the back of her neck and looked deeply into those perfect eyes for the first time.
She carried me with one arm around my back and one beneath my knees, effortlessly holding me in her beautiful muscled arms as she descended to the ground a safe distance from the boardwalk. No one else was around us, and for a moment I had her all to myself. I took a step back as she released me, taking her in for the first time.
At six foot three in bare feet, Typhoon was a dark black amazon goddess with a body sculpted of perfect feminine muscle and curves. She wore a mask over her eyes that covered her from forehead to the bridge of her nose and hid her cheekbones in stark white material that contrasted her ebony perfection. Her costume was a one piece swimsuit that clasped behind her long and lovely neck, coddling her enormous breasts and leaving her back entirely bare. The material was so tight it hugged her like a second skin, her fat nipples on full display, my mouth watering as I oggled them. The bottom portion of her costume was cut incredibly high on both sides to expose her hips and powerful thighs. Around her waist she wore a flowing sash of dark red material tied at one side for flare.
She licked her thick ethnic lips as she looked at me, taking in my body in my own tiny outfit. With one hand on her hip, she stole a moment to explore my legs and tummy, to admire my breasts, and to memorize my face. I took her in as well. I couldn't hep but notice one particular attribute that both confused and excited me. I am not at all understating the fact that her cute little barely-there costume couldn't even begin to hide the length, thickness, and weight of her enormous black cock and balls. Fuck. She was perfect. I swear I could feel heat coming off that beautiful dick.
"I have to fight that thing." Typhoon spoke to me, glancing back to the boardwalk where the massive squid was running amuk. Her long raven-black curls danced in the air as she studied the monster, then glanced back to me. "Will you... wait for me?" She asked, almost shyly.
"I..." I began to speak, uncertain. I couldn't think strait as I took in her impossible body and ridiculous beauty. "Why? An interview? I'm a reporter." I said, feeling silly the moment the words left my mouth. Of course that's what she wanted. Why else would she want me to...
"I really want to fuck you." She spoke. I swear I felt my body turn to butter when she said it. I felt my pussy begin to weep. I was almost certain I hadn't heard her right.
She turned back to me, stepping close and sliding her hand around my lower back. She pulled me against her and I felt like I was melting as she guided my hand to her beautiful crotch. Soft white material stretched over a throbbing muscle that felt like an jungle snake in my hand. She smiled, then smashed her mouth against my own and invaded me with her tongue. I began to suck it at once, never once considering any other course of action. Pure, sweet, innocent little Veronica Martinez was ready to drop to her knees and suck cock like an overpaid whore.
"Please wait for me." She spoke once more. I was still speechless as she turned to leave. She took a step, the exploded upwards and into the sky. I was blown back by the shockwave of her, and felt myself giggle like a girl as I watched her go. She'd asked me to wait. Nothing could have moved me from that spot.
I was in awe of her as she battled the monstrous squid. Like a rocket of pure power she flew headlong into the beast and pummeled it with a fury I can't find the words to match. Heat rays from her eyes, incredible super speed, and ice-breath that froze the monster in a ice-burg the size of a stadium. She beat it back and finished the monster by sending it back out into the deep ocean miles from civilization. The crowd cheered. So did I. It was epic.
The blur of her beautiful black body and white costume made it impossible to follow her as she left the battle. One moment she was there, her exploits recorded on smart phones and by my own camera crew as she put the beast down. The next instant she weas gone, and once again I felt the warmth of those arms around me as I was carried off into the air.
I must have told her where I lived mid flight. I don't remember. In my defense I was distracted as a living goddess carried me through the clouds high above the city below. From time to time she turned her face to mine and gave me those incredible lips. I accepted her sugary kisses each time, growing more and more wild for them each time.
I remember landing on the patio outside my apartment still in her arms as she carried me inside. I felt like a bride being carried across a threshold on my wedding night, her eyes locked on my own as she pushed open the doors and lay me upon my bed.
"I won't hurt you." She said as she stood over me, unclasping her costume from behind her neck and peeling it down to reveal her enormous ebony tits. Like twin chocolate mountains she had to be a Double-F cup with fat puffy pie-plate nipples as dark as black licorice. Bellow those incredible tits her belly was taught and trim with a solid six pack that begged to be licked.
"You can hurt me all you want." I told her. I was smiling as I said it, biting my lower lip as I freed my own tits and undid my sarong, peeling it away to reveal my naked body; her reward for saving me. My bare pussy was so engorged with arousal that it looked like a ripe peach, hairless and ready to be eaten.
She smiled. She was licking her lips as she pulled away the mask covering her beautiful face and finished peeling down her costume. I stared in awe at the beauty of her gorgeous dick and balls, hairless, smooth, so fucking beautiful. No man could compare to her in size and few horses could match. She was hairless, her length covered with a leathery sheath of thick soft meat that felt hot in my hands as I reached for her.
I couldn't keep my mouth away from it. That beautiful dick was a work of art. As she began to grow in my hands I slid close to the edge of the bed and parted my lips against the slippery crown. If her kisses had been delicious then her gooey pre was like the nectar of the gods. My head began to swim as I rolled my tongue around her bulb and stretched my jaw to give it a home in my mouth.
I looked up at her as I sucked her cock, groaning as she reached down to caress my hair and make love to me with those beautiful eyes. I scrubbed her hole with my tongue, forcing as much of her length into my mouth as I was able, using both hands to stroke and tease the length of it as it grew. Never once did it frighten me. I had no doubt in my mind that she was so fucking big there was no way she would ever fit inside me. I had no intention of denying her anything either. Impossible or not, every inch of that gorgeous black cock was getting fucked.
"So beautiful." She purred as she lay on her belly between my thighs. I groaned as I caressed her shoulders and the length of her spine with my naked toes as she covered my pussy with her wet lips and began to devour me. I'd been with women before, and had my pussy eaten by girlfriends in the past. Nothing compare to the way Typhoon fed on me, ravaged me, bullied my hot button and dewy folds with her warrior's tongue.
She looked at my steaming quim for some time, as if memorizing my naked muffin and taking in it's beauty. As she drew the flat of her tongue along the center of my groove she sent me into convulsions of pleasure, sliding her hands under my ass and lifting me up so she could better cover my opening with her searching lips. Her tongue was like a missile, stabbing my insides and beating my button from side to side as I gripped the sheets and howled out loud. I'm sure my neighbors heard. I didn't fucking care if they did. Let them fucking hear!
