Power Girl checks on Diana...

Power Girl stood in the doorway, her bright red cape and short, blonde hair looked picture perfect. As usual she used her power of flight to make her big round tits float out from her chest.

Her fantastically curved figure, her tight white bodysuit form fitting and with the trademark "boob window" to show off deep cleavage to distract opponents. The bodysuit only just barely covers her silky soft pussy in front, and narrowing to a thong the material disappears into the deep cleavage of her succulent ass.

"Daaaaamn, girl!" Power Girl crowed as she approached Diana. "You got a big ole' ghetto booty on you!".

*** SLAP!!***

Diana's body flew forward from the casual strength of her friend's spank. Her ass cheeks glowed bright red. Diana flinched a little as she felt Power Girl's warm body press into her. She felt the twin points of Power Girl's nipples dragging across her back as her strong hand gently massaged her stinging buttocks.

"You really make it hard for a girl to concentrate when your waving that shelf on your backside you call an ass." Power Girl said as her femme cock became a semi-hard bulge inside her costume.

"But it just happened a little while ago!" Diana whined, "How could you already know about it?"

"Oh honey- You weren't just playing with yourself on the video link to the Superheroine Commission-" Power Girl told her sadly but gently. "You were connected to every superheroine and supervillainess communication network in the world. Hey don't worry sweetie, it's gonna be all right." Diana sobbed with embarrassment as Power Girl held her steady to comfort her.

"I'll never be a superheroine again!" Diana wailed. "I guess Veronica Cale was right about me! I'm an immoral slut who doesn't deserve to be be a role model."

** CLAMP **

Diana felt a hot vice grip lock onto her depressed but susceptible horny femme cock. Power Girl's left hand held Diana effortlessly lifted by the cock and lifted her in the air. Diana felt the her friend's firm rebuke with the right hand.

*** SMACK!!! ***

"Aaaaahhhhhhh!!! What was that for?" Diana pleaded.

*** SMACK!!! SMACK!!! ***

Moving with Kryptonian super speed Power Girl slammed her thumb up Diana's **** butthole.

"That's enough of that!" before Diana could respond she felt the thumb up her asshole twist suddenly. A small gasp escaped her lips as two fingers of steel thrust into Diana's needy pussy. "I know you're emotional right now, that's why I'm here to help sweetie. You're clearly in no condition to make decisions." As she spoke Power Girl had been manipulating Diana's rigid cock. "You want that don't you babe? Just relax, and let mama take care of everything..."

Diana's mind was in throes of confusion. The rising tide of arousal grew inside her cock, distracting her. Looking into those beautiful eyes she remembered her friend was clearly worried about her, and just wanted to help. Diana was nervous about losing control but that's exactly why it was a good idea to let her friend help.

"OK, Karen." Diana moaned submissively. "Whatever you say. Something is causing these slut-brain episodes. I feared it could be Circe or Ares-"

"Could be-" Power Girl replied with a huge smile plastered on her plush glistening lips. "All the latest research on the slut-brain phenomenon makes it seem like pretty much anyone could just groping a woman into submission. The news story I saw last month made it seem like even a dominant femme could have her mind scrambled by anything from a blowjob to a hard spanking..."

"Anyway, I've got just the thing to cheer you up!" Power Girl gushed. "I'll fly us to my Gotham City penthouse so we can get changed.

Without even a warning, Power Girl flew at super speed to her penthouse. The g-**** slammed Diana's asshole down on her friend's thumb so hard it squeezed a small orgasm out of her naked femme cock still clenched in Power Girl's firm grip. A moment later they were at the penthouse, but they didn't stop. Diana felt her body spinning like a top as something soft swirled around her. The thumb up her butt pulled out so quickly another orgasm rippled through her. The world paused long enough for Diana to see Power Girl switch into her civilian identity, Karen Starr.

"Come on Diana! We don't want to be late, we'll take my crotch rocket." Karen briefly accelerated to super speed again just long enough to deposit a dizzy Diana next to her parked Ducati in the building's garage. Looking at herself Diana realized she was dressed in a matching outfit to Karen's. The powerful motorcycle filled the garage with a dull roar. In a flash Karen had pulled Diana onto the bike sitting in front of Karen. Diana felt Karen's hands grip her by the hips and pushing her crotch into the seat. Diana almost cried out as Karen's adjustments **** her delicate pussy onto the vibrating bike. Instantly wet from the sensation Diana's whole body relaxed.

"Oh Karen, this feels so good..." Diana tittered like a schoolgirl.

"It gets better babe-" Karen giggled into Diana's ear. The hard mass Diana was sitting on flexed upwards. Karen's hands held Diana tightly in place as her Kryptonian cock of steel ripped through her bottoms and plunged up into the Amazonian's tender asshole. "Hold tight." Flexing her cock muscles in a rhythm Karen fucked Diana's big bubble butt as she rode the bike (and Diana) hard into the night.