Chapter 3 - Dusk
Once my interview with Typhoon went worldwide, my career began to skyrocket. Veronica Martinez, the voice for Super Beings in our world. My producers loved the idea of course, and the benefits that came with it weren't all that bad either. Money, fame, and all the ridiculously huge superheroine cock-meat my tight little holes could handle. I was living a dream.
The next gorgeous hero to make herself known to me was the adorable Pink Lightning. With Typhoon busy a world away, I was planning a quiet evening at home as I settled in on my couch with a bowl of strawberries and cream. I'd rented some particularly twisted anal porn, and was just settling in for an evening of self brutalization when a soft knock at my door put my plans on hold.
She was gorgeous; smooth peaches and cream skin, a skin tight leotard the color of berry-blast bubble-gum, and white fishnet stockings that ended in adorable white on pink cross trainers. She wore her long blonde hair in braided pig tails that hung down to her gorgeous little rear in the back. Her whole costume was covered with a starburst pattern of cut away hearts and stars. The one over her belly button was particularly adorable, though not so much as the way her skin tight bottoms perfectly outlined the absurd thickness of her goddess-like cock and balls.
Pink Lightning was gifted with incredible super speed, endurance, and the ability to call forth electric blasts from her fingertips. While not as strong as my gorgeous Typhoon, nor able to fly, or impervious to harm, Lightning was capable of moving so fast that time itself seemed to freeze in place around her. She perceived the world in what she called 'Bullet Time' and could react to most danger faster than normal people could think. Thankfully she was able to slow herself down to interact with average every day humans when she needed or wanted to. Alone with me in my apartment we took our time. Once our interview was over and her tiny little leotard was cast aside, we settled in for a nice slow relaxing fuck that carried us well into the night. Her cock tasted like cotton candy. Mmmmmm. So yummy.
As I teased my pink asshole up and down the sweet curve of Lightning's gorgeous cock, she lay back in bliss, eyes closed with her hands on my hips as I guided her mouth to my tit to suckle and I rolled my hips to accept her frothy spunk into my hole. She may have been a blur of incredible speed when she was on the job, but naked on my living room couch we ignored the clock on the wall and savored every moment we had together.
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Ravage was another of Typhoon's kind, a beautiful raven haired woman who seemed as average as any other person I knew at first. Unlike many of Typhoon's kind, she had taken on a secret identity to live among us. Dr. Rachel Darling was a genius by the standards of either of our worlds, but she lived with a monstrous secret that she was barely able to control.
I swore an oath to keep Rachel's trust as she revealed to me the brute of pure sexual power that lived within her. Standing before me in my bedroom she unleashed a musclebound behemoth with massive breasts, dark green skin, and the most enormous fucking cock I had ever laid eyes on; easily three foot long and as thick as my arm.
Rachel was barely in control as 'Ravage' emerged from within her, her dress tearing at the seams and her naked body laid bare before me. As the monstrous beauty pinned me to my bed by my neck and stuffed the melon-sized knob of her cock up my asshole, I wailed with newfound agony and bliss. For almost four full hours the gentle giant raped my shithole without mercy leaving me a drooling whore on the mattress before her.
In the end, Ravage became Rachel once more. She begged my apology as she lay naked in my arms. I kissed her tenderly, letting her know I would tell the truth of the beast within her so the public would not be frightened. I made sure she knew that whenever she needed to unleash her other self, my door was always open, along with my very willing asshole.
Careful not to rouse the beast within her, Rachel and I made love together until dawn. Even without Ravage in control, Rachel's gorgeous dick was more than enough to bring my body to climax over five times before we were done.
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As I've said before, Typhoon's kind do not share our concepts of jealousy or monogamy. While I had no clue who else she was obliterating with that massive black cock of hers, I welcomed her into my bed whenever she wanted me. Whatever we had, I knew it was special between us. She didn't at all mind my growing popularity with others of her kind. I think it kind of turned her on.
Typhoon had no home of her own where she could rest when not busy defending the helpless and fighting the good fight verses the evils that had followed her to our world. Whenever she did have time to escape her self imposed duties, it was my bed she sought out. Laying naked alongside her in the aftermath of our constant fucking was something I was growing to cherish.
As she rested late one night I slipped away from her and left behind a tender kiss on her pretty shoulder. Super hearing be damned. Once that big black she-titan was asleep, nothing short of an atom bomb could have woken her.
Thirsty, I found my cutest little flower print kimono as I slipped into the hall and headed for my kitchen. The swish of my naked feet on hard wood floors and the sound of the city outside were a comfort as I opened the door to my fridge and let my robe part, the cool air rushing across my naked breasts and causing my nipples to pop. My knees were still week from Typhoon's love making and I ached between my cheeks, my tight little pink ring bruised and battered from the ruthless battering of her horse-like dick. Call me twisted if you like but I love it when she hurts my asshole.
As I found a cool drink and stepped back from the fridge I caught sight of a silhouette from beside me. I gasped, caught off guard as the shadowy form covered my mouth with her hand and pushed me back against the kitchen counter. Cold leather gloves and a reinforced rubber bodysuit contained incredible curves that left no doubt that I was being held by a woman. Her arms were bare from her elbows up to her shoulders and the way her biceps bulged as she pinned me left no clue to her strength.
Whoever she was, she wore a kind of black cowl over the top portion of her face that covered her to the bridge fo her nose. Gorgeous sparkling blue eyes stared back at me from bellow the frozen brow of her mask. Bellow that were two of the most soft, supple, and kissable lips I had ever seen.
I expected her to speak, but before either of us could say a word I felt a burst of some kind of gas erupt from some device concealed in her glove. I thought to call out for Typhoon, but I was unconscious in less than a second, my world spinning as my body was lifted up and carried off into the night.
I woke naked, gently laid over a padded bench in darkness, no walls in sight. The air was chill and high above me there was movement on the ceiling, as though a million tiny little things were moving together in a single mass. As I sat up I found that my skin was soft and smelled of lavender. My pussy was puffy and sweet. Someone had taken great care with me. Even Typhoon's cherished bruises were almost completely faded.
"She hurt you." A female voice spoke to me from the shadow. "Nothing serious. I'm sure you didn't mind, but I took the liberty. I bathed you as well. I couldn't resist. Your body is intoxicating."
She stepped forth from the shadows and smiled from beneath her cowl. She'd shed her gloves, and as she crossed her arms and took in my body I had an opportunity to see hers as well. So fucking hot.
Skin tight leather body armor covered her from head to toe with the exception of her arms, and while she wore no cape I was sure I had seen one on her when she had stolen me away in the night. A heavy belt hung losely off one hip with multiple pockets and containers for various crime fighting equipment. Her boots were the fucking bomb; high heels with a form-fitting cut that only accented her wide hips, powerful legs, and the rest of her gorgeous body. A rounded polished codpiece was well placed between her thighs. I had no doubt she was hiding something thick and beautiful beneath it. I was becoming a learned expert when it came to women's dicks.
"I wanted to speak with you, alone." She spoke as she stepped closer. I stood before her, but I was still weak on my knees from whatever she had given me. As I started to stumble she caught me, pressing her body close and holding me at my lower back. I couldn't resist sliding my arms around her neck. Even with that body armor between us I loved how nicely our big titties rolled together. "I hope you aren't angry. I couldn't risk the Titan waking. As I said, I wanted to speak with you in private."
Serious as she was, I noticed the way her hands caressed my naked body as she held me. Those tender fingers at my lower back began to slide down over the curve of my bottom as she spoke, the fingers of her other hand lingering along my side, teasing up across my ribs and finally along the outer curve of my heavy titty.
"You could have asked if you wanted an interview." I purred, lips barely an inch from her own. I could taste her breath on my lips. I wanted to kiss her. Maybe I was feeling woozy from the drugs, or maybe I was just getting hot and bothered by her dark and brooding persona. Clearly I was developing a type. Hot lady super heros with big fucking cocks were becoming an addiction for me.
