Libertygirl submits to Helda

[[rewritten draft from Techatic’s post on chyoo.com]]

Only a moan resonates as Aimee opens her mouth to protest.

Before Aimee can fall from her legs releasing, Helda catches her. With one arm she holds Aimee close with one hand kneading her lower back tendons. Into the superhero’s bareskin abdomen, Helda’s other hand draws hermetic patterns.

Softly Helda whispers into Aimee’s ear: “That’s it… sh… sh… sh… surrender, just give in and let me take care of you.

“Submit to me, and I promise you will feel wonderstruck bliss.”

With a whimper and a groan Libertygirl responds, “No… I… I won’t…” The endorphins in her brain dulls and clouds her sharp mind, even as she struggles to try to ineffectively push away.

Abruptly Aimee wonders how she could have missed her uniform becoming so confining to her growing youthful body. She hadn’t wanted to get new cloths for a while now; but thoughts spun around in her head about how hot, warm, and confined she feels.

As molten lava pouring into Aimee’s veins she wishes she could just touch her engorging labia lips.

Helda easily swats Aimee’s hands away from her vulva though. An animalistic pitiful high whimpering whine of intense desire is her only response.

The strong, powerful, warm, and masculine grip of Helda easily dominates Aimee’s senses and body. She shivers as her star spangled blue and white bottoms become a soggy mess.

Aimee’s head is thrown back as her leg becomes the center of attention for Helda’s hand. “Aaahhh!!!” A myriad of blissful explosions resonates with the beat of her caress.

With a light amused smirk, Helda brings her hand higher, up the superhero’s thigh and around her hip. Across her abdomen before circling to Aimee’s back.

Aimee gasps lightly as she feels her breasts break free as her bra releases its hold and falls away. “uuuuhhh…” The cry is because of how good it feels instead of the reality of being stripped of her uniform and naked in this shemale’s arms.

Aimee’s nipple is inhaled by Helda’s as she dips low and presses her lips deep into Aimee’s magnificent wonderstruck bosom. As her Id betrays her will, her body begins to abundantly respond to Helda’s skilled seduction. As she feels as she feeds of Aimee’s baby feeders, her shivering body from exquisite bliss.

With little clue how it feels to have a baby feed off Aimee’s bosom, she now only knows Helda’s sucking, biting, nibbling, and tongue lashing is driving Aimee batshit crazy.

Knowing exactly how to make the superhero squirm, Helda learns from her time spent draining her pregnant wife Melissa’s divine bosom of excess milk. The first to benefit from that learning experience now is Aimee.

Disengaging from sucking upon Aimee’s bosom, Helda smiles warmly at the newest addition to their marriage. “Libertygirl, doesn’t this feel good?”

Helplessly Aimee surrenders and nods her head. Goddess yes, it has felt divine.

“You want me to do it all the time… say it.” Helda seductively commands.

Shuddering at the thought, Aimee knows she does want it so much. “Goddess yes, I’d die for it.”

Teenagers are always so melodramatic, but Helda hardly minds. She slides her skirt off her hips for the superhero to feel with her delicate hands. The counselor shimmies out of the skirt and kicks it to the side as they slowly sway together.

Groaning, Aimee feels her hand wrapping itself around something massively thick, long, and hard. It lurches from her touch, as she instinctively grasps the throbbing hot manmeat.

Uncomprehendingly Aimee stares at the long, proud, virile cock stood after she opens her eyes. Her fingers are only barely long enough to encompass it. Stroking it, up and down, with mute fascination she begins masturbating Helda’s massive cock.

The pregnant Melissa snaps into view as Aimee finally comprehends the words.

Guessing the superheroine’s thoughts: “Yes that’s right…” As a soft hermetic melody Helda purrs.

Along Aimee’s hip, finding the edge of her bikini bottoms Helda peels them over the hip and down the legs.

Where the fire was the worst, dipping, and teasing the weeping folds of Aimee’s fertile teenage pussy is discovered by Helda’s clever nimble fingers. A breath hitches in the superheroine’s throat.

“Melissa wants it” Helda whispers in Aimee’s ear tenderly, “she begs me to fuck her repeatedly… Pregnancy was bound to happen sooner or later.

“I have only done the responsible thing… You want me to do the responsible thing.” Stroking Aimee’s abundantly heated sex, dipping fingers into the superheroine’s honey pot Helda whispers.

Nodding Aimee’s head dumbly, she agrees with the counselor. Her hands moving up and down on Helda’s cock. Yes, it was the only right response and Helda is right to do it… She is sooo right.

“Again, and again, and again Melissa just kept coming back. The feeling of my cock stretching her insides out and plundering her forces her to cry out, and worship my cock and me to fuck her brains out again.” Helda’s massive veiny throbbing pole lurches in Aimee’s hand. “She chooses it… you choose it too.”

The superheroine’s brow furrowed, “I… I don’t understand” The idea that Aimee wants it too kept rattling around in her head.

Shivering in sexual desire, Aimee feels luscious lips press against her neck and against her vulva’s mound Helda’s massive cock. “That is because you do not know what it feels like stuffed up inside you… Imagine something impaling you and showing you muscles you never felt before.”