A Weapon is Sheathed

Hannah got to her feet, adjusting her now quite soiled mask back into place, still a bit startled by the shear amount of cum he had produced throughout his seemingly extraordinarily long ejaculation. Her stomach was heavy with it and her face and front of her body was coated in thick ropes of it. Another oddity. His semen did not taste like semen. She couldn't describe it though both the taste and the smell was decidedly pleasant.

She gazed at him calmly, waiting for some direction imagining it would take a bit before he was ready to fuck her. He did look a bit out of it, pushing his hands past his temples and back through his hair, his eyes closed. Hannah took advantage of the way his raised arms caused the finely carved muscles of his chest and abdomen to stand out, still glistening from his shower. She followed the line of his v-cut and her eyebrows rose to see his member still hard and jutting. She was impressed and appreciative but also intrigued. Erections didn't tend to stick around after climaxes in her experience. Another extraordinary detail about her government approved sexual partner.

Hannah couldn't say she loved the bureaucracy but she did love her adopted country and such was a small price to pay to live in a land of freedom and without fear of the indiscriminate **** of a failed state (Brockton Bay's failings, notwithstanding).

Suddenly, she had to abort a muscle-memory initiated self-defense technique as he abruptly lunged at her. Instead of throwing him out of the alcove, she merely strongly clutched his arm and slid her other hand down his back to grab his firm buttocks as she locked her lips to his, the sensation a bit odd through the material of her scarf. After a few seconds, his hands came up to her face, his intentions clear. She stopped him with her own hands and pulled back, "Not so fast. You haven't worked with many capes, have you?"

"Just New Wave."

"Ah. Now I understand." she told him. New Wave. Their team promoted full accountability for heroes and had forgone secret identities. "I think for now we should leave the mask in place. Unless you're planning on these inspections regularly, I'll spare you the small mountain of paperwork."

Predictably he was far too horny to protest and he nodded absently before diving down to suck and lick at her tits while a hand plunged into her dripping pussy, drawing out a somewhat ragged moan from her.

This went on for a very enjoyable minute. Then he drew up one of her legs, grabbing the crook of her knee, and shifted back, the hard rod stuck between them falling down and then he paused, a hand moving between them to steady it. Hannah only had a second to prepare herself and then he was driving it inside and to her incredible surprise that massive thing parted her like a hot knife through butter.

He filled her, their hips meeting and he watched her face closely. She didn't moan or scream, the sound caught in her throat as she threw her head back involuntarily but still she kept eye contact with him. He enjoyed this. It was clear to her. This moment, in particular, the first time he penetrated a woman and surprised her with his size. And surprise her he did because she barely felt any pain and by logic she should have. Another oddity, she filed away even as she enjoyed the liquid-hot pleasure of being stretched so tightly around him.

At some point Sophia'a sneer had faded and she'd started to bite her lower lip as she stared.

The guy had mounted Ms. Militia, taking her on all fours in the open space before the shower cubicles. His musculature was pretty intense. He had like no body fat. She could respect that kind of work out regimen, certainly she could appreciate the results. His arms were ripped, and his pectorals stayed motionless as he thrust, he was so taut.

Ms. Militia was grunting pretty loudly as he just gave it to her, pounding that cunt with that huge cock, just making her his fucking bitch right there in the open.

Shadow Stalker had not been expecting to walk into a damned porno when she'd headed in for a shower. She was pretty sure she'd slipped into her shadow state before she'd been noticed. The guy had briefly looked in her direction after the fact but Ms. Militia certainly hadn't given she'd been getting skull fucked hard core at the time. She'd been honestly shocked, never imagining the big MM was such a fucking slut. When she'd noticed the license around the guy's neck that impression was mitigated somewhat.

In any event, she'd slipped into a strategically positioned alcove across from them to watch the action. I mean... you couldn't not look at it, right?

They'd switched positions. This guy had lifted Ms. Militia up and lowered her onto his massive prick in a pretty impressive display of strength and just general all-around dominance. He didn't have any problems lifting her up and down on his dick as she sat in his hands and his biceps bulged but she wasn't content to remain passive either. Sophia could see the play of Ms. Militia's own taut back muscles as they took her weight as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her thighs about his waist and she began slamming her pussy on that thick dick.

Fuck. The way her sex drive worked she only got the inkling for some dick once every three months and generally she just used her fucking dildo rather than deal with some stupid asshole. But this shit had gotten her horny as fuck! The way this guy was throwing it down almost made her want to find him in her civilian life with some little booty track shorts and see if he'd use that license of his.

Shit. She'd be using that fucking dildo tonight.

They were both covered in sweat, each sharing a penchant for vigorous athletic sex it seemed.

It also seemed that they were pretty sexually compatible as Hannah'd had at least seven orgasms and he was still magnificently erect and ready.

He was currently sitting on the long counter that ran before the bank of mirrors, inter spaced with sinks. His legs were widely spread and dangling as she bent between them, her head bobbing as her lips made absurd slurping noises around the large cock head in her mouth.

“Yes baby, suck it, suck my big cock! That feels so fucking GOOD!”

A bubble of amusement burbled up past her heady arousal. She was glad her efforts were appreciated. Keeping one hand encircled about the neck of the shaft as she sucked and continued to draw out his pleasant pre-ejaculate that seemed unending, she reached down between her legs with the other hand to part her nether lips, idly fantasizing about another man taking her from behind.

Gently, she reached below the base and grasped one of the heavy orbs found there, lifting it, fondling it. Instinctively, she massaged that one for a time before reaching down to capture its twin, giving the other the same tender attention, all the while marveling at their weight and density. These things were a new experience, so large that they were like another appendage slapping her ass rhythmically as he took her missionary on this very counter moments ago, her legs dangling widely in the air behind him or swinging up to pleasurably hit her clit and mons when he took her doggy style on the floor.

Soon enough he was ordering her up onto the counter to ride him like a cowgirl and she did so with relish.