Taking Supergirl in the gym.

While the women stared each other down, he took his time looking them over, deciding where to start. In a sense, it almost felt wrong to call them women. Obviously they were adults—the League wouldn’t put anybody underage into active superhero work—but their builds and features fit the “girl” suffix in their superhero names. He openly ogled Stargirl’s bust as it heaved, wondering what it would be like to get his hands on it…but he could! He rubbed his palms together and slapped them on Supergirl’s tits, kneading them like dough. Her nipples perked in his hands and her humping grew more frantic, and if he positioned himself just right her eyes stared right back at him as he molested her. When he looked down, he could see her nectar glistening on the staff, making it ever slicker so her hips could glide along it faster and faster. She whimpered for a moment and screamed toward her opponent, “See if you can handle this!”, and then her thighs quivered and her hair flew back as an orgasm rattled through her body.

While Stargirl recovered, Brandon turned his attention toward Supergirl. Though he fully planned on taking the busty young heroine for a ride later, the slender Kryptonian had played a role in his fantasies for far longer. He wanted his first, strongest load to go into one of the women from the video that had started it all, a perfect way to formally introduce himself to the Watchtower.

He laid his hands on her bare calves, and his eyebrows jumped when he felt her skin. It was soft! It felt, honestly, like a nice pair of legs. He had expected…ceramic, or something? He’d never touched anybody with superpowers before (unless Batwoman had powers, and the jury was still out on that). If she hadn’t been floating, he would have assumed she was just a normal young woman, normally pawing at her clit right in front of him. A part of him relaxed. He’d feared some intimate damage would occur if he tried to fuck anybody made of steel. If all heroines felt just like normal women, he could do whatever he wanted to them.

Supergirl didn’t notice him groping her legs, nor pushing her slightly lower until her spread thighs hovered at the same altitude as his hips. She moved, light as a balloon, still furiously jilling herself with an iron gaze pointed roughly in Stargirl’s direction. “Keep a grip on—mmm, fuck—on that staff. Wouldn’t want to drop it in a fight.”

“I’m gripping it!” Stargirl yelled back, and when Brandon glanced back he saw her stroking it back and forth between her legs like a five-foot-long golden cock. “I know how to work my own staff!”

“Just saying. There’s a reason powerless heroes tend to have backup gadgets. You don’t want to be caught unaware.” She closed her eyes and started humming to herself, inches away from a shuddering orgasm, and Brandon lined himself up and waited. The moment he saw her start to tremble, he grabbed her waist and slammed her onto his dick.

Or, he tried. His intention was to catch her so she technically came just from the first thrust. He hadn’t anticipated one little wrinkle: Supergirl was a virgin. Soft or not, a Kryptonian was still much tougher than most, and any small barrier took more effort than it would if he had deflowered a fellow human. As it was, his first attempt slowed due to a suspicious pinch around his head, and he needed a few more pushes before he broke through. By then Supergirl was halfway through her orgasm, though he did have the great pleasure of being nearly face-to-face with her as her eyes popped open from the intangible sensation of having her chastity ripped away. He hilted himself inside her and waited for her to calm down while enjoying her pussy spasming around his dick, and when she started to rub her clit again he tucked his arms under her legs, grabbed her ass, and met her rhythm.

Behind him Stargirl shouted a challenge, something about getting the upper hand followed by another scream of ecstasy, but Brandon ignored her for the moment. Supergirl required all of his attention; she took to her **** more emphatically than most, and her whole body floated up and down on his cock, putting her full weight into each thrust. Even if she didn’t acknowledge it, even if she thought she was still in the middle of a friendly spar, Brandon was her first penetration, and from all indications she loved it. Her spine arched, her abs grew taut, and her mouth dropped in a wide O. With one hand she touched herself right above Brandon’s dick, accidentally rubbing him even more, and with the other she cupped her orange-sized breasts and squeezed them with fitful spasms across her uncontrollable fingers. He barely had to do a thing, just grope her and shift his hips, and the oblivious teenaged sidekick put in the rest of the work.

He knew he wouldn’t stand a chance. Though it would have been nice to say he bedded Supergirl for the better part of an hour, he hadn’t realistically thought he’d be able to last very long. He’d been on a self-pleasure moratorium since his first night with the amulet, the better to save up for all the lovely women who didn’t realize how much they needed his sperm, and breaking his streak tested his resolve to the limit. He’d be done in minutes with any woman, and Supergirl was anything but. The final straw was when her breath hitched and one of her boot-clad legs wrapped around his waist, along with a half-hearted battle cry. She pulled him into her, as deep as he could physically go, and called out to Stargirl: “Keep it up! Nail me so hard I’ll be sore in the morning!” Stargirl screamed something inarticulate behind him, Supergirl followed a moment later with another seizing orgasm, and Brandon dug his nails into her ass and shot days of pent-up frustration into her virgin womb. Her eyes glazed over and her tongue peeked out of her mouth, silencing her for several dreamy seconds while her pussy sucked up his sperm and sent them on the rest of their mission.

“Time out! Time out,” Stargirl panted and slumped to the floor. “I’m beat.”

“Aw, too bad. I could have taken a lot more,” Supergirl measured her breath carefully, trying to hide her own exhaustion. If only she knew how hard she’d really been worked. “But yeah, it is kind of late. Want to call it a tie?”

“Gladly.” Stargirl pulled herself back to her feet, leaning heavily on her staff and sticking out her rear. “God, I need a shower.”

“Same. You got me working up a sweat.” She pulled her hand from her crotch with a dollop of Brandon’s cum attached to her fingertips, a few drops that had leaked out when he filled her to capacity. When she wiped her brow, the white fluid left streaks across her forehead. Her leg freed Brandon, and she frowned as she tried to fly away despite still being impaled on his cock. He ducked to dislodge himself, and she floated toward the far end of the room with spunk already oozing down her thigh. Stargirl followed, her slim ass rocking back and forth with every step, and Brandon’s refraction period met a sudden end. He knew where he was heading next.