Titjob on a private island

“So, Diana told me she gave you the costume treatment?” said Powergirl in a different take on her own costume.

It was Powergirl’s old costume with the bird-eye view above the tits valley. Except it was a two piece affair instead of a leotard and she wore it one size down. The get-up covered her body, but didn’t leave much to the imagination. She had the sexiest abs he'd ever seen. And the rest of Powergirl’s musculature was just that, girlishly lean and powerfully mean. She was Kara, if Kara had the gym routine of a professional model.

“What’s that?” said Charlie walking backwards with a terribly parched throat. He was about to get into a spacious Greek bath before she appeared suddenly, hovering above the bath pool.

Powergirl followed him coyly like a playful big cat. Each of her step placed slightly sideways, as if she could lose interest in him at any moment, but kept it.

Charlie backed away slowly down the bath steps. He was a baby gazelle with a cheetah breathing down his neck. He wanted to bolt, but he knew he ain’t making it. He backed and backed until he slipped horribly.

“Caught ya, honey,” said Poison Ivy from behind. For a half-plant person, she was so, so soft. She had bright embers for hair, tied in one messy grand braid. Her skin was soft, glowing and garnished with freckles. Underneath the skins she had green veins, and prominent green arteries. She smelled like fresh grass with a sharp, pungent end note because how else would Poison Ivy smell?

“Ar… ar… are those actual blush, Ms. Ivy?”

“Have a taste, babe. Find out.”

“No… no, thank you.”

“Come on, I won’t bite. At least, I won't bite you,” Ivy whispered, biting her lips blissfully as she breath in his smell. She rubbed her face against his like a cat. Her breath smelled like jasmine.

In one swift motion, Powergirl came down the stairs and caught Charlie’s cock in a gentle vice. She gently kissed it and rubbed it with her tits.

“You know what you did me,” whispered Ivy. “I’m yours now. Your woman, your slut, your thing.”

“I… don’t know what that means,” he said. “Powergirl, would you stop it? I'm trying to talk here.”

“Look, Ms Ivy, I'm obviously grateful for what you've done, but you're definitely not in your right mind. And I'm not going to take advantage of you.”

“I see. Hmm... then let me put it to you in a different way, yes?”

“I’m your slaaaaveeee, honey,” she whispered throatily. “And I will always be your ****. Nothing in the world will change that now.”

Charlie’s cock stood up straighter than an arrow shaft. Powergirl stuffed it up one end of her costume and out the other hand squeezing it between her lubricated breast.

Pamela kissed Charlie. It was a hungry kiss and she sucked in more and more of his spit. Charlie was enjoying it too. Jasmine breath gave way to sweet strawberry kisses. As she pulled away, he rubbed her blush with his hands and confirmed they were make-up. Ivy just smiled wider at being caught.

But Charlie started and said, “Wait a sec…”

“Your own pheromone can’t control you, Charlie,”

“My own… what?”

“You can think of me as a vessel. Filled to the brim with your essence,” she whispered into his other ear. “Or you can think of me as a blow-up doll filled with the hot air of your will. Just an empty-headed slut, waiting for your instructions.”

Powergirl gave Ivy a grateful wink. Whatever you’re saying to him, keep saying it. She seemed to say.

“You see, Charlie, I’ve always been bad. And a bad girl like me, we’re not afraid to tell it like it is. I’m not afraid of the S word. It’s the good girl like that, that are afraid to admit things to themselves. Even if it's literally written on their boobs,” She pointed her chins at Powergirl.

“All that muscle and all that power. She killed… I mean she can kill anyone with her bare hands. Not with a punch, not with a chokehold. Just rip them apart one piece at a time. She can blow up entire cities in an afternoon. But look at her now, kneeling like a piece of meat.”

“Grab her, Charlie. Grab her by the hair and call her to heel. Fill her with your will like you did with me. Dominate her,” she said, guiding his hands.

As Charlie grabbed her hair hesitantly, Ivy continued to whisper to him.

“Tell your **** to suck on it,”

“Go on, don’t be shy. You know she wants it.”

“You know she wants whatever you tell her to want.”

“Suck it,” Charlie said finally, hoarsely as he grabbed on.

Powergirl waited no time to carry out his instructions. She was so wet just with his shaft between her tits she could smell her own cunt. And she couldn't wait for more.

Powergirl’s mouth was heavenly. It was a pretty girl’s mouth, not a blowjob mouth. To watch it split open and take a male member was divine defilement. Her tongue playfully wrapped around his cock, greedily consuming every bit of precum.

When Powergirl was done with her meal, she spun her tongue at super speed around the head of his cock and created a mind-numbing suction.

Ivy wasn’t idle all this time. She planted kisses all over Charlie. She bit his ears and licked the nape of his neck with her Charli-mone-filled spit. As his cock went further and further into Powergirl’s mouth, Ivy’s kisses went lower and lower until she was playing with his balls. Then, without warning, she rimmed his backdoor. Little Charlie stood up straighter than he'd ever been.

Every time Powergirl created a strong suction, Poison Ivy would ease the backdoor tension. As Powergirl’s suction eased, Ivy would dive further in. Just before Charlie could cross the finishing line they would both stop. As he came down, they would start again. The cycle repeated itself, each time bringing Charlie closer and closer, but never across.

The closer Charlie got, the harder he grabbed Powergirl's head. He never grabbed anything so violently in his life. In fact, he was sure any human partner would've been badly hurt this way.

“Deeper,” he said breathlessly. “Suck it all up, ****.”

Powergirl pulled Charlie’s cock from between her tits. She massaged his balls and played and licked his shaft. Then she enveloped him until he was buried completely down her throat. Ivy attacked him from the back in a final sandwich pincer. Charlie exploded in white. He came more than he knew he could. More he'd seen pornstars and their little semen enhancing pills cum.

A minute ticked by as Powergirl milked him onto her cleavage. She came as she did, shuddering ever so slightly while staring unhinged at his cum. She was obssessed with it and devoted to it, like a withdrawn addict looking at her fix. Strangely enough, she didn’t touch it. Instead, Ivy crawled from Charlie’s backside towards her. With every step she took on all four, root vines sprouted from her limbs onto the ground and continued to grow. They surrounded Powergirl and took their dips into the font of cum.

Ivy herself licked Charlie’s cum from Powergirl and savored them slowly like some religious sacrament. She chased stray droplets down Powergirl’s sideboobs down to her nipples then back up to the cleavage. As she sucked more of his cum, branches and leaves sprouted from her and flowers bloomed on them.

Charlie looked at the scene in shock. It was surreal to him and he didn’t know what to say or if he should stop it. The door opened behind him, and the sound of heel started clicking his way.

“Diana!” said Charlie wearily.

“Hey, Charlie. Ivy, you absolute slut bag, I thought you haven’t decided this one way or another,” said Diana holding a banged-up briefcase.

Ivy spared her a quick glance, but said nothing.

“Welcome home, Diana.”

“Thanks, Karen. Didn’t think I’d be back so soon when I left, but here we are.”

As Ivy finished her last drop of cum, she began splitting open. Fragrant honey and nectar spilled from her inside. She turned into a tree and inside her chest were branches untangling and seeking the sun. The tree split open the roof. Ivy's limbs became roots and dived into the bath. Her body expanded into a trunk, steady and firm.

When the tree finally matured, it spanned the entire expansive bath. The trunk swelled into a cocoon and the cocoon split open. Ivy stepped out with an olive wreath in her hands. The red morning sun from the punctured roof coalesced as a halo around her auburn hair.

“Good morning, Diana. Here, a gift. For your royal mother. Please, thank her on our behalf for sheltering us in this trying times.”

The girls shared a quiet smile as they watched the dawn break. An exhausted Charlie slept soundly on Powergirl's laps.