… Take Liberteen…

It was then that Liberteen learned to avoid underestimating you. First she lost to the bet, now she lost her purity to thinking you couldn’t or wouldn’t follow up her the unspoken offer in her voice.

Liberteen’s eyes widened in shock as she felt herself bent over enough for you to slide your now turgid dick up her sloppy wet virgin cunt. There were countless people now watching the two of you and the act seemed to send her over the edge without any preamble.

With a shuddering body Liberteen manages to blush as she realized that she was getting royally fucked in front of a national audience. The film crews had started rolling the moment that they began their contest earlier. Now they wondered what he was doing to her to make her eyes roll up in the back of her head and shudder like she was being electrocuted.

However, the boyfriend definitely knew what was happening. You could feel her cellphone begin to vibrate against her left breast, but she was too occupied with being on cloud nine to notice. The vibration only served to stimulate her further.

The earlier wrestling match had obviously be rather erotic from Liberteen’s point of view. You figure that given how drenched she was even before her orgasm. Fortunately the liquid from both of your orgasms were kept from public conception.

You had to presence of mind enough to calm down slightly and realize that Liberteen will likely regret this if anything further is televised. So you use two rubbery limbs to fling you across the city towards the Justice League’s H. Q. She wanted to be a superhero and you definitely wanted to see if this could develop beyond a fangirl’s fantasy.

Fortunately, the two of you were early and you were able to sweep the groggy Liberteen into a side office room. Once there you divested her of her cloths and slid out of your own.

“Wait what!?! Oh my gosh! You are stuffing me so full!” Liberteen cried coquettishly at you. It was beginning to become clear to you that she had not actually intended to follow through with her flirting. She had simply found herself in an impossible position, and literally was unable to help herself.

Still, you make every effort to ensure Liberteen was thoroughly railed into the conference room desk. It was one of the minor one the league hardly ever used.

Lithe but incredibly strong legs rose up around your hips and Liberteen locked her ankles behind your back, you were going to be here for a while.

“Does this mean I am in?” The cheek on this girl amazed you. Liberteen’s body was flooded with endorphins & she was still riding the crest of now multiple orgasms. The delicious feeling of her vice like cunt milking your cock sent you over the edge finally as you fiercely kissed her into submission.

Liberteen only wrapped her arms around your shoulders and held the back of your head as you became incredibly intimate with a young woman you just met. Of course, that was initially part of the appeal. For her, the continuing appeal was that your cock was still embedded deep in her cunt.

“Yes, Liberteen, I will clear you.

“Jeezus, John do you think you can be a little more discreet with your sexual conquests? I realize that being a male superhero is a big power trip for you but fuck…

“You better hope Ms. Helen Troi is on the pill…”

Liberty gazed up languidly for a moment at a speaker in the ceiling. Then her eyes focus and she exclaimed “Oh shit! I need to call my boyfriend.”

Owl’s voice came over the speaker with her own mezzo-soprano giggling. It was rare for Owl to react with humor at anything. You suspect you know why.

“Oh I doubt he considers himself that anymore. You two made quiet the spectacle. Just be grateful that {Firstname} had the presence of mind to get you here before he railed you into my unfortunate desk.”

“Oh! I am sorry Lady Owl, Ma’am… I am sorry I never… I didn’t.” Liberteen was obviously freaking out about being caught fucking another superhero while in Justice H. Q. You could only roll off her while chuckling.

Liberteen shot you an incredulous look. “Don’t look at me that way. You’re the one who offered yourself. You didn’t think any red blooded male would take you up on that?”

Blushing again Liberteen bit her bottom look while she looked away and began to remember more of what just happened. “Well no, I didn’t expect you to literally start making love to me on national television.”

The choice of words eased one worry off your mind. In this day and age, any exchange could end badly for the man if the woman regrated it afterwards. However, if she was using words like ‘making love’, regret wasn’t on her mind at the moment.

“Are you regretting it?” This may seem counter intuitive but it really was perfectly sensible. Forcing Liberteen to address the elephant in the room now made it less likely she would change her mind later.

Of course Lady Owl had to mess with that plan. “Making love? No he fucked you senseless girl, and you loved it. Your now ex-boyfriend and several million others just watched you have a massive orgasm just from him impaling you on his dick.

“Now I wouldn’t mind a ride either but-”

“Wait! what!?!” You exclaim. Lady Owl was the most eligible vixen on the planet. The idea that she wanted anything romantically to do with you was news to you.

“Oh no you don’t. You are going to have to have a nice long talk with your new significant other. You are not going to ruin a nice young girl’s relationship and then drop her like a bad habit. If you do anything remotely suggestive of that, I will personally see that you regret it. Do you understand me?”

Now there was the Lady Owl everyone knew and loved.