Balthazar

Glowing orange eyes fell upon the neon blue length of silicone. A suction cup and pair of heavy testicles lead into ten inches of thick, phallic pleasure. Lips slightly parted to delicately kiss the tip of the synthetic cock before a tongue darted out across its head to moisten it up. The naked woman, alone in her apartment with her bedroom curtains pulled wide open, then opened her mouth and began sliding her favorite toy into her mouth. She tilted her head back to better take his whole length into her throat. Inch by inch the bright color was consumed until all that remained were a pair of large blue balls pressed against her chin. The thick intruder bulged her neck out and made it impossible to breath, but the blue haired woman felt little discomfort at deep throating the artificial member. She pulled the toy almost all the way out in one smooth motion before pounding it back into her mouth. Again her arm pulled and pushed, then again. The amazon steadily began to throat fuck herself, an act that continued to bulge out her neck and fill the room with vulgar sound. After several minutes of growing intensity her need for air finally overwhelmed her desire for cock. She pulled the dildo out entirely with a gasp.

"Wow, I never thought I could take you like that." Hannah gazed longingly at her silicone friend. The events of the night had left her sexually frustrated and her throat fucking Balthazar was what she needed to lose herself. Her crotch and inner thighs were soaking wet and almost hot to the touch, even just running a finger over her slit was enough to send a shiver up her spine. She was so aroused she couldn't think straight.

"I need you now. I need this!" The nude young woman walked across her room and pulled her standing mirror to the foot if her bed. She then jumped in and adjusted her pillows to prop herself up. Balthazars neon blue head teased her folds, moving up and down and quickly becoming lubricated. In one swift motion she drove her penetrative partner as far into her aching pussy as he would go.

"Fuuuuuck" Her eyes rolled back at the sensation of being filled. The second thrust made her hips buck against the toy and the third brought a loud moan made without care of who might hear. Hannah rolled partway onto her side and raised one leg into the air. She reached around the back of her thigh to take hold of Balthazar and looked to the end of her bed. With her new position she could clearly see the neon blue toy slide into her wet hole in the mirror. It was like watching someone else, a woman she didn't really recognize masturbating in her bed. The young woman picked up the pace, fucking herself faster and faster until her bed rocked and began to slam into the wall. She was past the point of caring about how much noise she might make.

"Oh God, yes." Hannah shifted her gaze between the reflected image of her own pussy and her large, bouncing breasts. "More. Fuck yes MORE!" She was close, she could feel it. "Fuck my pussy, my wet fucking pussy. Make me cu-" She couldn't speak. "Make me-" The wave began to spread. "M-make" The thrusting continued. "M-m-me" She was almost there. "CUM!"

She didn't stop pumping the toy in and out of her sopping wet cunt as her lower body began to convulse. Her hips bucked, her toes curled, her legs pushed her pelvis up into the air. One hand planted itself onto her head board while the other kept the neon blue piston going. She began to squirt onto her hand, onto her sheets, onto her mirror. Each thrust brought more fluid, more pleasure. Hannah couldn't stop fucking herself even as she saw the world start to grow around her, even as her hair shortened and returned to its natural color, even as her breasts shrank and her power went dormant she continued to pound her own pussy.

Without super human endurance she couldn't keep it up. Exhaustion found her and took its toll on her body. The young woman collapsed as one last convulsion of her vaginal canal pushed Balthazar out onto her stained sheets. The room reeked of sex, her bed was damp and her mirror thoroughly sprayed with girl cum. Hannah began to drift away from conciousness, to lose herself to sleep. In her exhaustion and post orgasmic bliss she didn't care about the mess she had made or that her drapes were wide open, she only cared about rest and the warmth of the rising suns golden rays.

Her mind tried to go over the events of the night. Over having lost her outfit, wallet, camera, phone and story. Over not having anything to present at work. Over having been seen naked in the streets of the city. But mostly her mind went over her transformation and the new possibilities it provided. She could take to the streets and become her own super hero. It was as much a dream as a reality, all she needed was a costume and a good name.

A name. Her half sleeping mind took no time in coming up with a name. It was something to stand along side the likes of Vixen and Blind Faith, to oppose Mongrel or Bombshell. She left the world of the waking with a single word upon her lips.

"Volt."

END OF ISSUE ONE