Just as he's got you "pinned down", you gain the upper hand and show him you're not a 'cowgirl' to be taken lightly (M/F)

Spreading your legs and letting a cocky, arrogant, lecherous bastard like this rub the shaft of his cock over your labia is one of those situations where knowing you shouldn't just makes it more satisfying when you give in. Like having that extra slice of chocolate cake or chugging a cola at 9 AM. It isn't dignified, it's nothing to be proud of, but that moment when you stop second guessing yourself and go for it just feels so good.

"Oh damn! It's big!" you say, looking down. Mike's muscular hands wrap around your waist and lift your butt up in the air, allowing you to rest your knees against his massive biceps. From your perspective, you can see all to clearly how stiff your nipples are, poking through the thin white material of your outfit... and past those twin mountains you see his cock waggling as he positions himself before he leans forward to angle it right. No matter how bad his personality is, you have to admit, that six pack is a damn pretty sight to focus on while you feel his turgid cock head pressing against your inner thigh, just an inch to the side of his goal.

Rather than push his hips forward, the big man pulls you right onto him. After the excitement of tonight, and discovering that you have a weakness for the crudest kind of sexual harassment, you are so wet and relaxed down there that your pussy doesn't put up even the tiniest bit of resistance to his cockhead when it comes-a-calling.

You bite your lip and tremble as the thick, swarthy cock slides into you like a key into a well-oiled lock. A shorter, smaller woman than you might have difficulty taking all of what he's packing, superpowers or no superpowers. But the electrifying tingle as he feeds his manhood into you tells you, on a primal level, that this is just the kind of cock you've been needing - to do the job that your fingers had neither the time nor the thickness for, back in the warehouse a few hours ago when the sight of Wushu Panda getting assaulted with a vibrator proved too tempting to resist.

By the time the last few inches of Mike's favored weapon are being stuffed past your stretched cuntlips, almost all rational thought is gone from your mind. All you can think is that this is just perfect. All is right in the world. You'll tame this reckless, conceited brute with sex. And the cute Japanese-american youth in the other room will fuck Panda's bad attitude right out of her with his dick. And then you'll all defeat the villain and the city, no, the whole country will finally recognize you as the greatest hero ever!

"Aumff~" A cute, feminine yelp comes out of your lips and your hips quiver as you feel the warmth of Mike's hips and the tickling sensation of his scraggly pubic hair pushing against your clit. You crane your head forward to look down past your shapely midriff to where the thong portion of your swimsuit is pulled aside. You can't see his cock anymore. All of it is crammed into you, stretching out your inner folds. The hard, warm pillar of flesh throbs pleasantly inside you, and you grin stupidly when you see him grit his teeth and make an exaggerated facial expression each time you tighten up around him.

Squeeze, then relax. Squeeze, then relax. All the while grinding your clit against his pubic bone as his weight pins you to the padded mat. You rest your hands on his chest and start gently rocking your hips back and forth. Even with barely any motion, the feeling of being so delightfully full has you floating on a cloud of bliss.

"Oh Jesus, holy shit," Mike strains to say in an uncharacteristically choked-up voice. "I wasn't ready for this pussy! Damn, baby...! Yeah, squeeze just like that!"

You can't tell if the exaggerated face he's making, going cross-eyed and tensing up his face, is genuine or him playing. Or a little of both. But it succeeds in giving you a case of the giggles as you gently wrap your hands around his football-linebacker shoulders. Raising your head a little, you give him a kiss right on the nose and flutter your eyes. Your earnest, freckled face smiling warmly up at him, struggling to suppress a giggle, is a heart-melting sweetness on top of the pleasant pressure of your tight, wet pussy squeezing his cock with every little motion of your hips.

The way you'd met your high school sweetheart, Diego, had been a sort of an inversion of the old stereotype. A sensitive, gentle boy with a passion for art, you'd come across a group of football players tearing up his drawings and slamming him into lockers. You thrashed them all so badly they needed to be sent home, and helped the cute, battered smaller boy up to his feet. A week later the two of you were dating. A year later you had your first time with him.

And it's only now, years later, that you can be honest with yourself and acknowledge that, in retrospect, you kinda wanted to fuck the football player instead.

Back in the present, sweet, excited giggles and coos escape your lips as Mike grinds his hips against you, pinning you to the floor under his bulk. Your raised bare legs rub affectionately against his arms as you keep your hips rolled back, resting on your upper back as you keep your butt elevated to give him the best possible access.

His tense nuts are brushing up against your asshole as you nuzzle your cheek against him. You feel a wonderful friction as he backs out, pulling against your silky inner folds, and then drives that fat cockhead deep into your body once again. In your exaggerated imagination, it feels like it's reaching all the way to your stomach. You've never been filled up like this before. He breathes in and exhales deeply in a rhythm with his slow stroke, slow waves of sensation rippling over your body.

"Mmm, you're being so gentle... Why, underneath all that tough guy stuff you ain't nothin' but a big ol' teddy bear, aren't you~?" you say in a breathy, flirty tone of voice you never knew you were capable of. You see his eyes widen for a moment and a self-conscious flush of redness creeping into his face. He responds to you by slamming his hips into you forcefully, filling you up with his cock down to the root.

"Ah~!" you yelp, and quiver in his grasp. Your superpowered body, which has absorbed gunfire, falling rubble, and car collisions, is helpless in his grasp... not because of a difference in ****, but because of a deep, primal need. A need you'd been neglecting for many weeks until today, which earlier incidents had only whetted your appetite for.

The next few minutes your shapely ass is softly slapping against Mike's hips as he drives himself into you. You toss your head from one side to the other as you savor the feeling of fullness. But it soon grows to be something slightly irritating... as you feel yourself plateauing. You've never wanted to cum so badly in your life. But as much as you want to submit and let him do as he likes with you, it just isn't getting you there.

"Alright now, Mister Casanova... I like you too, but I think you forgot we were supposed to be wrestling, here." you say with a cute edge in your voice, wiggling your bottom from side to side against his hips. "Quit bein' such a teddy bear for a minute and show me why they call you 'Madman'!"

He chuckles and reaches down to wrap his hand around your chin, pinching your cheeks between his thumb and forefingers. "Oh yeah? You want that, Lynn? You want me to be a, uhh, bucking bronco? Sure you can handle it?"

Suddenly he wraps his hands around your chest and pulls you up onto him. He's sitting up in the 'lotus position', with you face to face with him, your ass resting on his thighs and your legs wrapped around his bulky midsection.

"Oh, you're damn-" you start to give another flirty reply, but then a hammering on the door cuts you off.

"Daisaku!!! God damn it! Go away!" Mike is the first one to reply, not even taking his eyes off the huge, soft bosoms that he'd been looking forward to watching bounce with a close-up perspective. "I'm fuckin' busy in here! REAL busy! I don't care if it's the whole damn mafia out there, hold 'em off!"

The response she gets is from a squeaky feminine voice you know all too well: Wushu Panda, of course. "He's not in here with you? Then where is he?! I had just finished my warm-up exercises and then he disappears! I can't find Dai- I, I mean, that weakling condescending jerk, anywhere! And Lynn is missing, too! Do you dare try to plan an operation without me and steal my glory?"

Mike groans helplessly. You smile at him and giggle softly, knowing it'd be awkward to admit you're still here. Slowly, you start raising off of his cock, squeezing it with your tight cunt until it's halfway out of you, then settle into his lap again, squeezing your breasts up against his face as he leans forward.

Mike makes no effort to extricate himself from the 'marshmallow hell' you're giving him. When he responds again his voice is muffled not just by the closed door, but by your tits. "This isn't a good time, Panda! Look for him or whatever but don't c-"

"I'm coming in!" Panda says in her forceful, bratty way of speaking, turning the handle and stepping inside the improvised training room... where you and Mike are wrapped up in the middle of the mat.

Mike freezes for a minute. All eight inches of his cock are buried inside you, and his nuts are nestled against the pale, soft cleft of your ass cheeks. Although Panda can't see the actual penetration, it seems like there's no good way to explain what you're doing.

You peek over Mike's shoulder and look at the sexy young martial artist in her underboob-flashing babydoll tee-shirt, and the miniskirt which shows off her panties (also decorated with her stylized panda symbol, naturally). You can't think of anything to say but flash an awkward toothy smile, and gulp.

Wushu Panda wrinkles her nose cutely and frowns. "Zhēn tǎo yàn! Why did he take his pants off just for grappling?!" she says, looking down at his exposed ass, showing that he's buck naked. "Or are the two of you just fucking and calling it 'training'?"

This is the first time you've had someone else actually looking at you, watching you, while you were in the middle of having sex. You feel a surge of shame and self-consciousness.... but somehow, that doesn't make you want to jump off of Mike's lap and go find somewhere to hide. On the contrary... having Panda staring at you disapprovingly is... turning you on even more. The itch in your hips starts becoming unbearable as you clench motionless against your lover's body.

And in such a state of mind you can't really think of much. Your thoughts are fuzzy, and mostly centered around the hard dick inside you. "Y-yeah. Of course! I'm... uh... like D-****... smite... might try to wrap around ya, and crush you to ****... so y'better try and get me off before it's too late." You rest your feet on the floor, both your knees bent, so you can have the leverage to move up and down on your own.

Mike's bloodshot eyes are wide in disbelief. He can't seem to believe what he's hearing. Naturally he might expect you to hop off and hide your face in embarrassment, but instead, you stare right at Panda while you lift all the way off his cock until the crown is slipping free of your shaved cuntlips, before plunging you ass back against him, impaling yourself on the prick again. And so you start bouncing your hips against him. With each downward motion the momentum pushes your tits against his rock-hard pectoral muscles, the nipples dragging up and down agains thim.

"I... fucked up a robot like this earlier... size of a car and it couldn't buck me off... you should *huff* watch an' take notes, Panda...!" you say, picking up the speed in your movements. The friction feels even better than before. You feel a growing heat in your abdomen and between your legs as you start to fuck him in earnest.

"Shiiiiiiit!" Mike grunts through gritted teeth. "I cant'.... I can't take this...! It's too much, Lynn!" his hands squeeze your shoulders greedily. "This pin...! There's no way out of this!"

Panda just crosses her arms and rolls her eyes. "Excuse me? Escaping from a front clinch like that should be extremely easy. Have you never learned anything from a real fighter? Lynn is leaving her head and neck totally exposed. What are you waiting for? Put her in a chokehold!"

"Ack..?!" Mike makes an inarticulate gasping, **** sound of surprise. "But, I... I can't...!" Even as he glances back over his shoulder at Panda, you haven't stopped bouncing your ass against Mike's lap. Instead of just up and down, you are also moving back and forth against him, waggling his cock up and down inside you with each thrust in a way that drives your senses wild and lets you grind your clit against his pubes.

"G-go ahead." you say, barely able to believe that you're hearing your own voice. Mike looks back to you, still looking like he's struggling to hold on.

"Panda... is the expert here," you pant, sweat running down over your freckled nose. "See if you can get me off... of you... like that." you drop your bouncy ass against his hips again.

Hesitantly at first, Mike slides his hands up over your shoulders, brushing over the sides of your tits... and then suddenly wraps both hands around your throat. His fingers lace completely around your pale neck like a noose.

"Yes, like that." Panda says matter of factly. "Now, you either twist and throw her to the side, or squeeze and cut off her air. Deathsmite is a striker, not a grappler, so this could work well against her."

You barely hear what Panda is saying. On the contrary, this new situation is turning you on more than you thought possible. The tightness around your throat makes you suddenly a little fearful... but it's the good, spice-of-life kind of fear, like going on a rollercoaster. You start fucking him faster as his grip tightens. Even though your body is super-durable, you can still be squeezed. The hell of it is that Panda actually has a point - this is a vulnerability bad guys have never thought of exploiting on you before, which would allow a man without super-strength to overpower you. You wrap your hands around his thick wrists and let out a strangled, **** gasp of pleasure as you start to get a bit of tunnel vision.

"Ack... gkkkkkkkk!" you gasp and sputter as you start hopping up and down on his cock faster and faster, in short, sharp movements that only let half of him slip out of your dewy folds at a time. You start leaning back so the head of his rock-hard cock hits just the right spot inside you. "F--f-fuckkk, I can't...!"

Mike suddenly pushes to one side and twists his body, trying to toss you off him. But you lock your legs around his waist. "Oh no y'don't! I'm still in it! To the finish! C'mon, tap out, tap out...!" you say, staring intently in his eyes, knowing a judgmental little bitch is watching both of you go at it. "I'm... MFfffffff!"

The last of your air escapes your pursed lips as a mind-blowing orgasm rocks your body... more intense than anything you've ever had in your life. Your pussy gushes like a faucet and hot feminine cum moistens Mike's pubes and trickles all over his balls. His whole body clenches up and stiffens as he bites down on a loud grunt, making his most exaggerated face yet as he takes his hands off your neck and lets his arms drop limply to his sides.

His cock throbs powerfully inside you, and you feel the hairy nuts twitch against your asshole. Several strong shudders run through his body and he struggles to keep from reacting too strongly. You feel his hot, sticky load spraying against the deepest part of your cunt, like a tiny little finger brushing against your deepest recesses. It's a subtle sensation, yet so satisfying that you feel a sense of disappointment after his cock jumps inside you for the last time. It's a good thing he was buried deep in you when he came, because you can tell he fired off quite a heavy load inside you, and otherwise it would already be dripping out and making a mess Panda could see.

You see Wushu Panda is blushing and twitching her face... and crossing her legs awkwardly. "Ugh. I *hope* that was just Lynn losing consciousness from the stranglehold! When you two clean up from your so-called 'training', help me find that stupid fool who... who is playing hide and seek and wasting my time, okay?!" She turns and walks out the door.

Still sitting in his lap, enjoying the afterglow, you smirk at Mike. He looks at you nervously and gulps, trying to suppress another grin himself. After a few moments, both of you start laughing softly. You lean forward and rest your body against his, wrapping your arms around his neck (gently, this time) and resting against him.

"Ah... oh... oh man... that was..." Mike shakes his head and exhales deeply. "That was something else."

"'Something'? You ain't exactly a poet, are you?" you say with a silly roll of your eyes, before giving him another little kiss on the lips.

Kissing... speaking of kissing, your genitals are still joined, but after a few minutes, Mike can't help but soften and eventually slip out of you. As you stand up off his lap, a stream of hot cum dribbles down onto his thigh.

"Uh..." suddenly you remember what you'd said before he put his cock in you. "Oh, shoot." you take a bow-legged stance and bend over, looking down and seeing your well-fucked pussy trickling semen. Luckily you took your leather boots off, so at least they aren't getting cum on them as several streams of white trickle down your thighs. "Mike, you came inside me. We weren't supposed to do that, remember?"

Mike just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Yeah, I know, that's why I was trying to push you off of me at the last minute there!"

"Uh..." you say, gulping and smiling awkwardly. "Ooopsie-daisy. I guess I always figured that if there was a problem with, y'know, pulling out, it was the guy's fault. I remember hearin' girls back in high school talking about that. But I reckon that one was on me. Sorry."

"Um... yeah." Mike stands up as well and starts looking around for where you flung his boxer shorts. "Dang, that really was my favorite pair of jeans, too... good thing Daisaku is always fussy about that kinda thing and tends to throw my stuff in the wash if I leave it layin' around too long. He'll know where some are..." he then looks back at you again. "Uh... Lynn... you were just joking about not being on the pill, right?"

You purse your lips awkwardly as you flick some of the dribbling cum from your pussy away with your fingers. "Oh, uh, 'fraid not. But it'll probably be alright. I'll just go pee, that'll get rid of the, uh, stuff."

"Lynn...!" Mike cringes a little, looking concerned. "That doesn't help! Crap, I don't need another thing to worry about. Just... there's plenty of clinics in town, you know that, right?"

"Clinics?" you blink and raise your eyebrow. "What're you talkin' about?" you ask innocently.

Mike buries his face in his hands and groans softly. "Aw jeez. Of course. These small town girls from out west are really religious and all..."

"I say again - what the heck are you talkin' about, Mike? I'm getting confused." you say honestly.

"Nevermind..." Mike says with a **** smile. "Just go find Daisaku and bring me a pair of pants that isn't torn to shreds, alright?"

....

Unfortunately, it seems Mike came inside you a LOT. Although you thought you'd peed it out on the toilet, you still feel a sticky, dribbling sensation in the crotch of your outfit as you walk awkwardly throughout the converted building. Splitting yourself in half means your hearing is no longer quite as powerful. You can hear faint movement and conversation from somewhere, including a voice that sounds like yours, but it's hard to tell exactly where it is.

"Let's see... a fussy, cleanly fella like that cute little guy... maybe he's in the kitchen?" you round a corner. But before you can knock on the supply closet door, you hear a loud, ringing shriek of alarm and anger.

It's Wushu Panda, of course. And something has got her really upset. Suspecting it might be real trouble this time, you go charging towards the source of the disturbance, following the sound of shouted Chinese curse words.

You burst through the door to the kitchen area where it came from, immediately putting up your fists in a fighting stance... but considering what you find, you would've much rather it be a bunch of armed mafia hitmen rather than what it is.

Wushu Panda's hand are balled into tight fists at her sides, and she is staring right at... you. But not 'you' you, the other you: the copy you split off from yourself in order to give yourself some plausible deniability while you, er, 'practiced grappling' with Mike.

The copy of you is staring at you and Panda with a guilty, deer-in-headlights look in her eyes, and it's not hard to see why. She's bent over on her hands and knees on the floor, ass up in the air and uniform peeled down to her waist, exposing her/your enviably full bosom. And crouching behind her, hips pressed against her ass, is Mike's rookie partner Daisaku, naked from the waist down. A couple of torn pants legs shows that your copy had the same lack of patience helping her partner get his pants off as you did, and ripped them in the removal process.

Panda, blushing furiously, looks much more upset than when she walked in on you and Mike fucking. Her adorable face is turning red, and her cheeks are puffed out. She looks away from the messy scene and glares at you (you-you, not copy-you). "LYNN! What the fuck are you doing? I took just a few minutes to give this stupid, arrogant novice some time to think on his actions after he made some bold comments," she stutters a little around that part, suggesting her real intentions might've been a bit different, "and THIS is what I find? You led him off to... to... AGH!"

"Uh..." you gulp, and point at the two lovers wrapped up on the floor. "T-that's right, Panda! Copy-Lynn! What's the big idea, you shameless slut? I told you to go out here and help keep watch! Not to mention how insensitive you're bein' to your teammates, doing something like this!"

"The hell?!" The copy says, looking distraught and betrayed. "Why are you taking HER side, dammit?"

"M-Miss Panda!" the cute young guy who'd been railing your copy doggy-style looks almost like he's about to cry. "I didn't mean to...! My instincts just took over, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Shut up!" Panda barks at him. "Zhow-nei-how, da-se-nei! I'll get to you when I've had a few words with Lynn! And by 'words', I mean 'fists'!'" She cracks her knuckles dramatically and takes a step towards you.

"H-hold up now, Panda!" you put your hands up and back away nervously. "Don't be looking at me, now! She's the one who seduced your, uh, sparring partner! Not me!"

"Not you?!" Panda demands in a shrill tone of disbelief.

"Uh, well... technically..." you start to say. But before you can get many words out, Wushu Panda starts doing some kind of **** rapid-fire slap maneuver on you, striking your cheeks on both sides of your face at **** rapid speed, knocking you from side to side. Leaving you no time to recover, she then lifts her leg and starts rapidly kicking you a dozen or more times. For all of her bragging about 'not having superpowers', those mystical techniques seem to make Panda stronger than a girl of her size has any right being, and the impacts actually quite hurt when there's so many of them... especially aimed at your stomach and the two big 'soft targets' on your chest. You collapse backwards onto the floor, gasping for breath.

"DAISAKU!" she shouts shrilly. "Wash yourself off, you idiot pervert, and meet me in the sparring room in five minutes! And if you had any hopes I was going to go easy on you, you can forget it!!"

...oh shit. Mike is still in there, waiting for you to bring him a wearable pair of pants. You cover your face with your hands and groan softly.