Nut-Busting fun with Supergirl

"So uh-" He cleared his throat, darting his eyes around as if looking for someone else in this empty expanse of a bathroom. "Nice weather today eh?"

Kara halted the self-molestation of her breasts by shutting her eyes, subjacently getting the guy's penis out of her vision; her skin is more tenacious than steel, but with her strength, her nipples were starting to get a bit soar. "Is it? I wouldn't know." She sighed, opening her eyes, making sure as to not look at his member. "Can you please, masturbate with my panties already?"

It's hard to understand how she found herself in this predicament, having to beg a random perverted stranger to jack off. Stuff like this doesn't happen every day that's for sure. It's as if she's in a play of some kind, with a pervert in charge of the script. Now if it were anyone else, literally any other person; Kara would go up to the man who wrote the script and give him a stern 'lesson'. But sadly, it seems like in her example; this guy is in charge of the script, and as much as she'd want to ditch him or teach him how to be respectful to women, she can't because he's just too gosh darn normal.

Kara's starting to think this guy knows he's not doing anything wrong, so he's trying to push his luck for the sole reason to annoy her. Well, he obviously doesn't understand who he's dealing with, just because she has to watch him masturbate with her panties, doesn't mean she has to make sure he enjoys it. She's not going to entertain him.

"It's normal for you to entertain me."

Skratch that, she has to entertain him; it doesn't make sense exactly why she has to. But there's no doubt in her mind that this boy must be entertained, and she needs to be the one to do it. Nodding to herself, she knows what she must do, but the questions lie in how she'll do it. If this guy had some form of reverence or was at least putting in the effort to be friendly, she'd probably ask him how he would most like to be entertained.

She eyed the boy as he jumped up onto the counter, it took him three attempts to actually sit is bottom on the white granite counter. "Get to it!" He shouted with a cocky grin, "I'll get to chocking my chicken once you start engaging me with some enjoyable entertainment." He magnified his statement with two claps of his hands.

Yeah, forget asking him what he wants, she'll do something moderately boring, like lifting a heavy object; stuff that every average Joe can find on Youtube. There are tons of videos fans uploaded online of Superheroes doing 'Amazing' things; though in all actuality, it's mostly stuff they do on a regular basis. About a week ago, for example, Superman lifted an entire cantilever bridge that was full of cars, in the process of collapse. Someone caught the footage with their car's dashcam, and the video swiftly went viral. People were talking about how Superman 'risked everything.' And that this was one of his most impressive feats ever. She talked to him a couple days ago about it. Apparently, it caused him so little effort that he forgot about the whole event entirely.

So she'll just find something heavy and- Shit, nevermind. There's nothing that heavy in this bathroom, nothing that doesn't require her to rip apart the foundation. She could look for a bulky object outside- No, leaving before he's done masturbating isn't an option. And she can't rip out the toilet or anything like that, Kara's technically not a member of the Justice League; and even if she were, she'd have to have a good reason to cause property damage to prevent people from flipping out. She couldn't just say 'Oh I'm sorry, I had to pull apart the bathroom and lift a bunch of heavy objects to entertain a boy so he'd start masturbating with my panties.' Well, they'd understand that she needed to entertain him, and they definitely wouldn't get upset at her letting him masturbate or anything. That's all normal. But just because she has to entertain this guy doesn't give her the right to mess with other people's property.

Showing off her strength is out of the pictu-

"Hey, chop! Chop! I don't have all day! Time is money remember?"

"Do y- you- Do you understand the hypocrisy of what you're saying?" Kara glanced down towards his rod and resumed kneading her breasts

"Ya'know I should be asking you that," He hopped down from the sink and began walking towards her. "Hell, one second you're blabbering about how you'll need to keep your bra for later, and then the next you have no idea what a bra even is." Standing too far into her personal bubble, he wrapped an arm around her waist and shoved his second hand between her ass cheeks. She responded to his probing by gently shifting her ass to massage his hand. "Yet you don't hear me calling you a hypocrite. Well, I might've," He dug his hands deeper between her cheeks. "I tend to forget things when I'm aroused, seriously though; it's like my dick takes charge something and I'm just along for the ride. Help me, I'm trapped, I can't get out!"

"Nnngh!" Was all she moaned out, the combo of her twisting her tits and his hand reaching the base of her ass, searching for her hole. It's making her more aroused than she needs to be to properly entertain this kid; unless her entertainment was the sexual kind that is.

"Nah I'm just messing with you, this is all me- Oah! Is this what I think it is?"

"I- Ff- I don't know what- w- why you keep bringing up 'bra' II- I never heard offf- FUuuuck!" He pushed his finger down hard, pressing right into her asshole, the wave of pleasure causing her to squeeze her nipples with ever the more ****.

He grinned and pushed down harder, loving the feeling of this heroine shuddering in his grasp. "Messing with you is so much fucking fun." Then he pulled back, taking his hand out with him. "But alright, you better get to entertaining me, you're taking to long. Chop! Chop!"

With his hand out of her rump, she can think straight and grope herself with less ****. "You.. You take forever to masturbate, and I'm supposed to wait for you, but when I take time thinking of the right way to entertain you, you freak out?"

"Oh no no no. You obviously don't understand how this relationship works," He began walking behind Kara, "You see, I can waste your time all I want-" He grabbed onto her butt cheek roughly, raising his alternative hand high he brought it down onto her cheek making a loud *Slap!* "But you can't waste my time-" *Slap!* "Now-" *Slap!* "get to-" *Slap!* "entertaining me!" *Wack!*

It didn't hurt her at all, she could see him caressing his palm and heard him mutter to himself. "Shit, that hurt like hell- Note to self, never do that again." Glancing up, he spotted her gaze. "The fuck are you looking at?"

"I-"

"Seriously what the hell is taking you so long? These commands are usually are instant, just dance for me or something." He waved his arms in the air, over dramatically while walking back to the sink."

"I'm not dancing for you," Kara stated.

"I don't give a shit what you do, just do someth- Ya'know whut, I take it back, I'm not giving you a choice because apparently, that's too hard for you."

"Wait, I'll-"

"No, you wait, don't make me stick another sock in your mouth. I'll do it! You had your chance." He hopped back up on the counter. "Let me think, "Uhh..."

Kara couldn't help but sigh out loud, what is this guy doing? She could be anywhere else at the moment. When she first walked in, he was reasonably friendly, he let her finish putting on her make-up and fix her hair that got messed up after her skirmish with the Joker and Quinn back in the park. But now he's talking out of his third ass and acting like a literal ass. Her original plan was to spend ten minutes tops in here, then find whoever's in charge of this; most likely Superman, and inform him that she dropped off those two crooks in the Watchtower's cellars. After all that she'd meet back up with Winn and enjoy the rest of her day. Well, that plan won't be working anytime soon, cause of this kid. Why did she have to pump into him, out of all people?

"I got it!" He shot his head up as if he were proud of his 'amazing idea.' "It's normal for all chicks that I find attractive to want to make sure I'm aroused when they see me masturbating."

And he's back to saying things that everyone already knows, whatever, she's used to it by now.

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say." She strode over to face him on the sink, making sure his eyes were on her hips as she shakes them seductively. Standing mear feet from him, she turned around so he could get an eyeful of her posterior, and bent down; sticking her pantieless ass towards him, having her folds brush against his erect member. While bent forward she reached her hand up behind her to remove the last piece of her iconic clothing, her red skirt. Pulling it down her smooth skin slowly, adding subtle shakes to her ass; trying to make this as erotic as possible to make sure he's as aroused as possible. Not too excited though, he doesn't deserve her absolute best, not with his attitude. Maybe if he were more respectful, she'd be doing a dance for his pleasure, but he has to learn that he can't always get what he wants in life.

Her skirt hits the floor, he brushes his erection with one last ass-shake, a fair amount of his pre-cum sticks to her butt; she ignores it as it might arouse him if he thinks she doesn't notice.

"Shit.." He murdered, "Alright! I'll start wanking now! Uh- Where did I put-"

"Looking for thiss?" Kara says with a slur in her voice as she holds up her panties to her face and gives it a small nibble. Tossing it to him, she floats down gracefully to her knees. She grabs both of her breasts and begins playing with them from below him, jiggling them up and down, "You can look at this while you have fun."

"Hell yeah! Big Billy approves!" Are the last words he says before he wraps Kara's warm panties around the palm of his hand, brings it to his raging member and begins pumping it with what only can be described as years of skill and practice. The speed at which he maneuvers his hands on his shaft manages to be both immensely impressive, and prohibitively pathetic at the same time. But she keeps the face of a slut as she jiggles her tits beneath him in an effort make sure he stays aroused.

*Splat* *Slap* *Slip* *Slap* His eyes are pinned to her cleavage, his hands move up and down as if he's possessed, maybe he was right, what if his penis does have some sort of conscious- Nahh, that's not possible, he's just an experienced pervert.

*Grunt* "Oh god!" *Slap* "It's ti-" *Slap* "It's time for- Ugh- Billy's gonna blast!"

What does he mean by- "Wait a-" Kara stops bouncing her boobs.

"Shut the ffuck up! Mouth or tits, mouth or tits!"

"Wait wait! Don't-"

"Mouth or tit- Fuck it, both." He jumped off the counter, his crotch closer to her face than every crotch should be. "Say AH!" He shoves one sweaty cock-stained hand past her plush lips and into her moist mouth, forcing her to open wide.

Knowing what's about to happen, and that she can't do anything about it since he's not doing anything wrong. She closes her eyes as he shoves his dick down into her, she feels him reach the back of her throat; the feeling forces her eyes to open wide as the urge to cough and gag is tremendous. That's when she felt the blast he spoke about seconds earlier, his warm spunk shot out like a miniature house; primarily, she just felt the heated, sticky sensation shoot down her throat as she began to gag. Then, as he pushed back, or the **** of his load pushed him back, she started to taste the foul liquid, it was warm, it was sticky, it was gross in every way of the word. It didn't help that she began gaging up some of the sperm he shot down her throat which tasted worse on the way up.

Seconds later he stepped back on final time, grabbing his penis, he sprayed his load all over Kara's naked body; first aiming for between her cleavage, then all over her breasts and moved up to her perfect face, covering it with his DNA. He got her neck, cheeks, and hair; with his final blast, he splattered her thick thighs and toned stomach.

"Holy fffucking shit!" He cried, in triumph looking down towards her, naked on the bathroom floor. "T- That was amazing! Wouldn't y- you agree?"

She didn't respond unless coughing and gaging to be a valid response. Kara reached for her panties he left on the floor, in hopes that she could use the cloth to wipe off- Ugh, no, she dropped it back unto the floor, making a *Splat* sound; he covered it in his spunk too, it's disgusting-

"It's normal for you to shove that pantie into your mouth and suck on it until I say to stop."

She immediately shot out a hand at superhuman speed, grabbing the cum filled pantie and jostled it into her mouth; then began audibly sucking on it like she would a sweet candy. *Squash* *Squash* *Splat*

"Good girl," He bent down and patted her head gently, "Ew! There's cum on my hand, this feels disgusting!" He turned on the sink and began washing his hands.

Kara stayed there, splayed on the floor; naked, covered in cum and sucking on her panties on the cold, dirty floor.

"Well shit," He licked his dry lips "This doesn't happen everyday does it?"

*Squash* *Squash* Was her only response.

"I need to take a picture of this." He said to himself, turning around to the counter. "Where did I put- Ah the hat!" He reached over to Zatanna's top hat and shoved his hand inside, looking for what Kara assumes is something to take a picture with, probably a phone, he doesn't seem like the photographer type. And sadly, because she has his spunk on her, she'd have to pose for the camera and embarrass herself even more.

"How do I get- Hecking heck heck! I don't know how this hat works." He turned back towards Kara on the floor, still breathing hard. "Do you know how to work this thing?"

She didn't bother trying to respond, even if she could with this shit in her mouth.

"Nah I'm just messing with you, keep that in your mouth."

Kara thought of hightailing herself out of here now that he's finished wanking, but she'd be stuck with her panties in her mouth until someone takes it out for her, or until this guy gives her his permission to remove it. So she stays there on the ground, deciding to just wait it out.

"Okay okay, my camera is somewhere in here, I swear." His arm is practically halfway inside the hat. "Fuck it." He pulled his arm out, "At least I have an excuse to summon my sexy magic maid!"

Back in Shadowcrest, Zatanna stepped out of her warm shower. A small sigh escapes her smooth lips as she flicks her black hair back behind her head. After drying her hands with a towel he left on a wrack, she goes over to her skink and opens a drawer.

Zatanna pulls out the phone that kid took from Black Canary, it's a shame that he'd use such abilities for petite purposes that don't matter in the grand scheme of things, like petty theft. And when she had a face to face talk with the boy, he didn't even try using his powers on her. Which, after seeing what he's done, didn't make that much sense; she had all of her magical barriers up, expecting an attack or something, but nope. Nothing. It's either, he doesn't know how to use the normality abilities, or he does, and he was just hiding the fact that he knows how to use them because she was there watching him. That's what she fears, if he immediately goes back to abusing the earrings powers she'll have to-

Well-

What will she do? She's not going to take the earrings off of him, she typically wouldn't let someone like him have those all-powerful earrings.. But for some reason she's okay with him, in particular, keeping them. Which knowing herself, it doesn't add up. She was trying to figure that out during her shower, why is she fine with him keeping them, they're extremely powerful, and they can change reality itself without anyone other than the user being aware. The obvious answer that comes naturally to her is that he's just 'normal' what's the point of worrying about him; it's not like he's a supervillain, and yeah, he did some weird shit with them, but it's fine because 'he's normal.'

But that's what they do, those earrings make everyone around them think things are normal. So what if they're making her think this way, what if they- No, no it isn't possible. It makes sense that Black Canary wouldn't be able to resist them, even Wonderwoman to some extent. But Zatanna prides herself in her mystical abilities, she's trained for years in the art; when her teammates come across any magical mishaps, they come to her for help. This is her thing, her element, so of course, the earrings won't work on her. And if the kid does anything, or tries to mess with the world in any possible way; she'll put a stop to it. Not by taking the earrings back, of course, she can't even imagine doing that, she'll just have to find another solution that doesn't involve removing the earrings from him. Maybe she could neutralize the effects, or summon a protective field around him to keep the power from escaping. She's not quite sure at the moment, but she's confident she'll be able to do something about if he ever goes too far.

Zatanna used an insignificant spell to bypass the lock screen on Black Canary's phone, enters her contacts and pulls up Bruce's number. He called her earlier asking to chat, and she has an inkling of an idea about what the topic will be. She told him that she needs to wash up first because, well, she was covered in the kid's spunk at the time and Bruce probably wouldn't want to see her like that.

She sent him a quick text, 'I'm on my way, be there faster than u can say Zatanna 3 times fast ^^'

After doing that she placed the phone down on the counter and began drying off. She could easily use a spell to remove all the excess moisture from her skin, (that spell could be very dangerous in the wrong hands,) but she enjoys the simple things in life. Like being able to have a nice, peaceful shower, then dry off in the worm room like any normal woman would. Not many things can beat the soft pleasure of cloth running down your skin, up your thighs, dam; she loves a good shower.

After finishing up wiping her rack, Zatanna places the towel back on its wrack and steps out of her bathroom to the chilling cold air. Said cold air causes miniature goosebumps to appear all over her skin, she even loves this cold feeling; it encourages people to hurry up and put their gosh darn clothes back on. Her magician getup appears in front of her, suspended in the air after a snap of her fingers. Interlacing her fingers with her stockings, she slips on her panties and her fishnet tights with the speed that only comes from practice. She smiles down at herself, the tights look mighty fine attached to her thighs, what can she say? She dresses to impress. That's mostly why she never gets upset when she catches guys giving her short glances, she's showing it off after all; people only start to get on her nerve when they begin to stare more than socially acceptable.

Seconds later she has her bra clipped on, when a woman has breasts of her caliber, and especially if they choose to wear a corset; there has to be something holding them in place, or else they'd be bouncing every way till Sunday. She's practically done with her get up, but as she's in the process of zipping up her corset, she freezes in place. She takes a few steps back and sits on her bed, as she lands her breasts almost bounce out of her top; not noticing how free her chest is, she raises a hand to her head.

Something felt off to her like a light wave passed by and smacked her gently, nothing too noticeable, blink, and you'll miss it. But she feels.. as if something's different. Most of her conscience is telling her that nothing happened and she should just ignore it, but deep down, alarms are blaring telling things aren't normal that everything's- fine- normal-

"Jesus," Zatanna mutters to herself, shaking her head, causing her breasts to move rhythmically. "I'm going crazy," She stands back up and reaches behind her to zip her corset all the way up. Smiling contently to herself, she pats her chest, hefting her breasts slightly, she loves the how free they feel in her corset, it's as if they're on a plate made out of nothing but air.

"I need to stop worrying." She says to herself while reaching for her wand, "Nothing's different, everything normal."

"Everything's normal."