(M/F) Fairburne part 7: Another novice superheroine gets filled up with cum, and...

At long last, the sexy superheroine riding her blackmailer's cock is no longer forcing herself to be quiet as she moves against him, hands pushing against his shoulders. Soft moans float from her open lips with each movement she makes. Perhaps perverse ideas that someone planted in her mind are entering full bloom or perhaps the body of a natural-born superheroine like her is just too sensitive not to respond after nearly half an hour of foreplay, teasing, and hard sex. The man urging her hips up and down on his lap had mainly been thinking of his own enjoyment when he ordered Fairburne to get up on top of him, since her incredible strength made it difficult for an inexperienced girl like her to assume a submissive sexual position even if she was doing her best to submit. However, having her astride his hips also meant that Fairburne was able to control the pace. With him telling her she had to keep going, she didn't need any excuse to quicken or slow her pace when it started feeling better... unintentionally providing the young woman a perfect (well, perhaps more like "adequate") opportunity to try out this kind of sex.

It is clear to see that little twitches are starting to run through her midriff when his hard length gives her that feeling of stretched fullness. Perhaps keeping her eyes closed helped her by not letting her see that it was a sweaty, lecherous middle aged man that big dick belonged to. As curiosity about the sensation unavoidably grows, she is picking up the pace, filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Her hands slide down her sides and gently entwine themselves with Dan's fingers where his hands are wrapped around her tummy. She then slows the pace down again, soft cries escaping her closed lips each time she pumps herself up and down. Her pale thighs quiver. She moves two fingers to her crotch as she pauses, with his cock halfway in her, and teases herself rapidly.

A short, surprised gasp escapes her lips and a shudder can be seen running through her shoulders. If she just came, she doesn't announce it. Fairburne exhales deeply and slowly eases her dripping pussy all the way back down. This time she seems to almost be enjoying the press of his hips against her butt and the warmth of his sack pressing against her sensitive mound. Rather than rise up again she puts her hands on her knees and leans deeply forward, grinding her butt against his lap from side to side with rolling motions of her hips.

That does it. A belly-deep groan comes from behind her as the load brewing in the dirty detective's balls erupts inside of her. Fairburne moans softly, but halfway through, her eyes flutter in surprise, and her moan gets louder and sharper, becoming a yelp of surprise. "Warm... is that...? OH, SHIT!"

She is unable to stop herself from letting out another lengthy groan as the sensation washes over her. Detective Murphy's groan becomes a satisfied sigh, and he casually reaches up to grope her tits again. The alarmed heroine springs to her feet so forcefully that her butt pushes cop and chair alike away at such speed that they slam into the wall with a loud thump, his inside-out pants trailing on the floor after him. Touching a hand to her own crotch and whirling around, the statuesque redheaded heroine sees Detective Murphy slumped in his chair, sighing with a stupid grin on his face and slowly starting to pull up his undergarments. The silly heart-patterned boxers look like they belong as the punchline in an old comic strip. But for fair Fairburne, the glistening bare penis with a smear of pearly white goo around the tip is no laughing matter. It flops down against his thigh, already deflating.

"Where did the fucking condom go?!" She answers her own question a moment after asking it, bending down and picking up the discarded rubber sheath, immediately seeing the gaping tear in it. "Why is it on the floor?!" She shrieks, throwing it at him. The rubber lands right on his face against his greying moustache, and the bulky man jerks in surprise, still coming out of his orgasmic haze, and swats it away like it's a bee. "Ohhh. Uh... Well, it broke, so..."

"YOU KNEW?!!" Fairburne's green eyes look like they're about to start shooting sparks. She takes a step closer to him and cocks back her fist. It takes a couple of seconds but some dots apparently connect in Detective Murphy's lust-clouded brain as he looks at her fist and realizes he might be seconds away from a swift yet gruesome ****. "No, don't! I have a family!" he yawps.

One of the things powerful heroes in the League have to memorize over and over is that you never, ever hit a "normal" when you're angry. She is denied even that moment of catharsis. Her thighs quiver again, and her expression shifts from anger to a cringe of discomfort. "You... came inside of me. I can feel it squishing... AH!" she yelps again as she bends over, taking a bowlegged stance, and sees a couple sticky white droplets drip out of her cunt and onto the floor. "You fucking bastard..." her voice isn't as sharp and angry as before, quavering with worry.

Dan finishes pulling his boxers up and rests a hand on his crotch. The gravity of all this seems like it still hasn't sunk in even after he almost got his head punched off. "Sorry about that, hun. You just felt so good around me. I tried to lift you off my lap when I felt like I was about to blow, but... uh, I guess I forgot you're too strong for me to move."

Starting to take fast, shallow breaths and sweating, Fairburne's lower lip begins trembling, as she puts her hands on the sides of her face. "This is not happening. This is not happening." In spite of her stoicism when she allowed this man to **** her and use her for his pleasure, she is now clearly blinking back tears. "DAMN IT! What were you thinking? I'm only nineteen!"

Running a hand through his short-cropped greying hair, Dan exhales heavily. "Oops." he says in a way that comes out sounding flippant. "Uh, maybe you better try to get the cum out of you, then?"

Fairburne is now dancing awkwardly back and forth from one foot to the other. She looks up from staring with concern at her dribbling cunt to glare at him with wide eyes and smack herself on the forehead. "Yeah, you think?!? Oh fuck, I have to get this out..." She makes a very sour face as she reaches down and thrusts her middle and index finger inside her vagina and starts swirling them around. The sensation makes her tremble, and she pulls her gloved fingers back out with a glob of pearly white cum clinging to them, flinging it on his desk with a groan of frustration and then sticking them back in.

As she does all this, a caption fades in to the video footage, blocky white text overlaying the close up of Fairburne's fingers working their way deep inside her hairless sex: 'For any young heroes watching this who find themselves or a friend in this situation, make sure NOT to do what Fairburne did here. Her hasty response just made matters worse. All you superhuman teen geniuses out there, remember to take some biology classes with all your computers and chemistry.'

There is an electronic ping, and the hacking device has a light turn green. The computer on the desk suddenly has the screen go black and shuts itself off. The detective whose unguarded terminal started this mess grabs the small device and holds out his hand, proffering it to the young redhead busy angsting over the huge wad of cum he'd deposited in her. "Uh, here's your gadget, Miss Fairburne. I'm sure it'll be fine if you go wash up right away. I doubt my guys can swim all that well."

She snatches it away, glaring at him vengefully. "I better go change clothes so my wife doesn't smell it. I'll just... get out of your hair." Dan says lamely, getting up and awkwardly tugging his slacks back up before pushing his way out through the door before she changes her mind about letting him go uninjured. She starts to chase after him but stops, blushing furiously as she looks down and realizes her bottoms are still dangling around her ankle.

As it ends up, Fairburne does end up doing the 'walk of shame', and though her outfit seems at first to have everything in place, her green bikini bottoms have a wet spot forming in the crotch as his semen continues leaking out of her pussy. As soon as she is out of the police station she holds up her glove and taps a hidden communicator in it. She speaks in a weak, quavering voice. "Fairburne here... Mission complete. Be ready for pickup in five minutes. I just need to.. stop by a corner store first."

2 days later

All five of the heroes on Fairburne's team are posing after foiling a bank heist. Fairburne in her usual outfit, with Thunderbird on one side, and two handsome male youths in spandex, WreckBoi and Blazestar, on the other. Teen Gravity is awkwardly off to one side. Much of the building behind them seems to have been demolished. A half-dozen reporters are excitedly crowded around the young heroes.

"...yes," Thunderbird says to one, "some would say that all of us at once was an excessive amount of ****, but these weren't your ordinary **** hoods. The Wozanian Liberation Front came well prepared, as I'm sure you all saw. We're just glad we were able to resolve the situation with no loss of life."

"Yeah!" The clean-cut Blazestar says. "And, oh what's the line... Of course, massive 'props' to the men and women of the Acropolis City Police Department! First responders are the, y'know, everyday heroes without which the adventures of the Teen Turbines wouldn't be possible." Fairburne's eye twitches a little bit, but the reporters don't seem to notice, and she keeps giving her best winning smile.

"So, Fairburne!" A female reporter in glasses says. "those fanatics sure didn't hold back! I think all of us were really worried for you when we saw those guys aiming a rocket-propelled grenade at you! I for one breathed a sigh of relief when I saw you come crashing out of that pile of rubble, no worse for the wear! Your uniform must be made of some tough stuff, huh? And, of course, the girl underneath it! Can we say now that you're completely invulnerable?"

"Oh," the red haired heroine says, tilting her head to the side and striking a practiced pose, "I wouldn't say I'm immune to ANY man-made weapon. Just to any weapon that one man could carry."

The rest of her team (except for Teen Gravity) and the reporters all share a well-rehearsed chuckle. But as they do, a small 'cut in' appears in the video, showing a featureless dark-red background, with a cloud of specks moving around. The cut-in video zooms in closer as the Teen Turbines continue answering questions for the reporters. As the zoom level increases it becomes apparent that the specks are small white tadpole-like things swimming around in every direction with jerky motions. Panning to the side, the cut-in video shows a comparatively large yellowish-white blob drifting along, which dozens of the little tadpoles begin crashing against and swarming all over.