From 'Miss' to 'MILF'!

The clack-clack of the platform soles and molecule-point heels of Power Girl’s signature blue knee-boots heralded Galatea’s arrival onto the Watchtower, her tits bouncing wildly as the station’s artificial gravity fought against their impossible perkiness and the strange energy field that enabled her to fly. After a hair-raising moment in which it seemed as if her knockers might pop out of her top entirely, rather than merely straining it to the breaking point, they settled down to their previous level of pep - that is to say, they jiggled softly at the slightest movement and swung like pendulums whenever Galatea made a sharp turn - and she made many sharp turns as she strut-marched through the halls of the Justice League's orbital base. In fact, it was one such turn that brought her-

"Mmmph!"

-into contact with her first catch of the day. Looking down at the flash of ruby red hair nestled in her cavernous cleavage, Galatea feigned a sigh of fond exasperation. "Y'know," she drawled, "I'd always thought that telepathy was supposed to enhance your awareness."

--Sorry,-- came the sheepish reply, --I just got a bit distracted. I can't sense Auntie J'ann and---

"Ssshh... It's alright," Galatea cooed, "just calm down..." She began to minutely twitch her torso from left to right, setting up a near-invisible harmonic motion in her breasts that gently but firmly pressed them around her prey's head as they moved minutely apart and together at a dizzying rate. The young telepath's thoughts slurred off into nothing as the received the most potent full-head massage in the solar system, dissolving any tension or thoughts of resistance with precisely-tuned squeezes of juicy titflesh. No human woman or femme could properly appreciate the sensation of such an advanced technique of Kryptonian foreplay - not least because she would be reduced to nothing but a drooling, brainless puppet within the first few seconds - but Martians were made of sterner stuff. Releasing the girl from her physical and mental prison, Galatea gave her a gentle nudge with her chest and watched her topple backwards.

Regaining her presence of mind almost immediately, M'gann M'orzz - alias Miss Martian - flung her arms out behind her. They didn't stop her from hitting the ground ass-first, but they absorbed enough of the shock that her cock merely throbbed with the **** of the impact, rather than blasting ropes of cum all over Power Girl's shiny blue boots. Gazing up at the senior heroine, she made sure to spread her legs wide and thrust her chest up and forward to present her pale breasts, all wrapped up in her tied-off uniform shirt. The sight of such a well-respected femme heroine, one hand on her cocked hip and the other cupping one of her famous funbags, looking down on her set off a whole swarm of butterflies in her tummy - in fact, the realisation that the woman's gaze went straight up her plaid microskirt and was locked on her glistening pussy almost tipped her over the edge entirely.

"Any reason why you're dressed like a schoolgirl?" Blushing at the realisation that she almost nutted without the slightest input form the woman currently teasing her, M'gann closed her legs and floated back up to a standing position with the help of her telekinetic flight. Clasping her hands behind her back and squirming bashfully, she batted her eyes at Power Girl. "Sorry, ma'am," she whimpered, worrying her lip as she spoke, "It's just that I, um, I'm supposed to be going undercover at Gotham High School soon and I wanted to practice. Am I doing okay?" None of the thousands of hours of romantic lesbian schoolgirl porn that she'd watched in preparation for her arrival on Earth had truly prepared her for life here - especially the parts involving stern-yet-nurturing older women like Power Girl - but for her upcoming mission, she was the natural choice. M'ga- Megan Morse, the shy out-of-towner with snow-white skin and ruby hair, would be like catnip to whatever sultry villainess was prowling the halls of Gotham High!

M'gann's growing confidence melted away into stuttering submissiveness as Power Girl reached out and stroked her cheek. "Oh, sweety," she crooned, "you're wonderful. But you're not ready for such a den of slutty sin." M'gann's heart sank... "How can you be, when you haven't even practiced kissing yet?" ...and then thundered like a stampeding crowd of women rushing for a Black Friday sale on Starrware bondage gear! Was the Power Girl really offering to- No! The question wasn't whether she was offering it was whether M'gann was brave enough to accept - which she most certainly was. Now, how to accept without sounding too needy?

"I- I have! I've practiced lots of times... with the mirror..." the last part came out more as a squeak than speech, intelligible only to Kryptonian ears. Power Girl smiled warmly. "Well," she said, "that won't do at all. How would you like to get a little taste of real kissing?" M'gann nodded meekly. "Great," the older woman chirped, "Now, don't be intimidated, it's just my tongue." 'Just' nothing, M'gann thought as the blonde heroine parted her lips and let her tongue slip free, that's... it's so long! Her fellow alien didn't stop there though, flexing, crinkling and twisting the wet pink muscle like it had its own day at the gym. And so dextrous! Power Girl's powerful tongue...

The older woman slurped it back in noisily. "Would you like to..." she let the moment hang in the air, "...suck it?"

If M'gann had been a human, she'd have nodded her head clean off. Power Girl laughed and let her tongue back out, pushing it towards M'gann with a broad, naughty open-mouthed smile. Leaning forward, the Martian girl closed her eyes and pressed her lips to its tip in a chaste kiss. The knowledge that she was kissing Power Girl, a fantasy that had filled many a night fingering her pussy and stroking her cock, thrilled her like nothing else; it didn't take long for that chaste kiss to take on some decidedly unchaste characteristics. Parting her lips, M'gann let herself get lost in the sensation of sucking, bobbing her head further and further down the length of Power Girl's tongue as the portion of it in her mouth went to work. It pinned down her own tongue effortlessly, stroking the sensitive roof of her mouth and prodding at the back of her throat, drowning her mouth in the taste of Power Girl's saliva and dominating her so completely that the thought of fighting back with her own abilities never even occurred to her.

When Power Girl gently grabbed M'gann's hair and pulled them apart, the Martian's vaunted mental shields were in tatters. While matching her aunt in raw power, M'gann's submissive inexperience rendered her utterly helpless before the onslaught of an experienced older woman like Power Girl, leaving her dizzily savouring the taste of their mingled spit and admiring just how shiny and red and gold and spirally the Kryptonian's eyes were. "Good girl," Power Girl's voice wafted through her mind, leaving glittering red and purple flecks all over M'gann's thoughts, "you kiss so well, my good, good girl. Now, I want to help you. A good girl like you would be helpless for whatever powerful villainess is roaming Gotham High. Why, she'd probably knock you up and make your her baby-addled ****!" M'gann whined and sloppily shook her head, but Power Girl pressed on.

"She would! She would because all good girls want to be filled with babies by powerful femmes. So this powerful femme is going to fill you with her babies first. Do you want that?" She grabbed M'gann by her hips, which instinctively broadened in preparation for what was to come, as her cock burst through the front of her costume. "Does my good girl want me to fill her with my babies so that she can't get knocked up by a villainess?"

"Yesh..." M'gann slurred, pussy clenching as Power Girl rubbed the head of her cock against it. "Help me pleaaaaAAAAHH!" M'gann's mind snapped back into focus and then straight into mid-coitus Slut Brain as Power Girl yanked her down and slammed her hips upward. M'gann's arms and legs moved on their own, wrapping tightly around her idol's body as she was thrashed up and down like some kind of disposable fleshlight. Her human form twisted and warped into her Green Martian form, an unusual flared headcrest rising in place of hair while her hips broadened and waist tightened to impossible proportions as she was pushed from her girl-next-door human form to that of a long-legged, Hartman-hipped space babe. Red met red as they caught each other's gaze, wicked intelligence boring into lusty mindlessness. M'gann's skin paled and paled as her true heritage was revealed, the head-dress protrusions sprouting from her scalp looking far more at home on the sharp, regal features of a White Martian.

In the future, with training and experience, she would be the physical and mental peer of any Kryptonian, but for now she was nothing more than an inexperienced debutante - and soon, she would be the mother of a whole new race. Dragging herself free from the clutches of Slut Brain, M'gann's primal White Martian urges - the urges of a conquering warlord, of an interstellar empress, of a dominator - reveled in that knowledge. Her daughter, the union of Kryptonian and Martian genes, raised by such formidable fighters and wise rulers as the Justice League, would be the ultimate lifeform, the peerle-

"Obey," Power Girl roared.

"Th-the," M'gann stammered.

"Ass," the femme buried to the hilt up M'gann's ass purred, now allowing herself to be noticed.

M'gann's world went white-

"You know," Galatea remarked airily as Miss Martian slurped the last of their mingled juices from her cock, "you're going to need a new name once you start showing. How does... MILF Martian sound?"

Releasing the Kryptonian's cock with a pop, M'gann M'orzz smirked. "That sounds wonderful, Daddy." Galatea could scarcely believe the effect that losing her virginity (and wasn't that a surprise to discover) had had on the girl. Gone was the timid hesitance, the endearing shyness. In their place was a sultry, sensual creature that seemed far more comfortable in her own skin. For instance, 'Megan Morse' was no longer merely a cute human girl; now, she was an exotic beauty with alabaster skin and rich, blood-red eyes and hair, wrapped in a too-tight latex microdress of the same shade. Giving her latest conquest one last affectionate cockslap and loving the slutty coo that she got in response, Galatea swiveled on her heel and strutted off towards the gym.

"M'gann, there you are!"

"A-Ah! Sorry, Auntie J'ann! I was just practicing kissing with-! I mean I was-!"

Then again, she thought wryly as her hearing picked up on M'gann's tripping over her words, maybe that confidence boost wasn't quite as permanent as I thought.