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JLA - Dark Angel - Part 02 Of 25.
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Dave stood miserably, his clothes laying heaped on the floor,
all he wore were his boxers... and worst of all, they had hearts on
them.
"Hehe, it's almost like one of those cartoons," Catwoman
chuckled, then became serious again,"But take them off too,
Bitchy-Boy."
With a half-stifled sob, Dave pulled down his boxers.
"Not bad," murmured Catwoman, eying his genitals critically,"At
least you have the equipment, although I bet you never bothered to learn
how to use it properly."
She dropped the bullwhip to her side and moved forward.
Dave took his opportunity and swung at her with his good arm, and
Catwoman easily dodged it and slammed her palm up hard into his armpit.
With a cry, Dave recoiled, his right arm now hanging loosely at
his side. He stumbled over his clothes and fell hard onto his ass, crying
out with a surprised, girlish cry.
Catwoman followed him to the floor, leaping against his chest,
forcing him onto his back. He lay pinned to the floor, unable to lift
himself up with two numb arms, his days of being able to leap to his
feet without his arms assisting were long behind him.
Catwoman scooted back slightly, and now her ass was pressing into
his crotch. With a grin she began to rub up and down over his lap,
her magnificent asscheeks sliding over and over him, causing
his traitorous dick to begin to swell.
"Hey, what are you doing!" cried Dave.
"Getting you ready," replied Catwoman, a smug smile on
her beautiful face,"I need attention, and since you're nothing but a
bitch anyway, I'll fuck you and be done with it."
"No!" he cried,"I'm married!"
Catwoman actually laughed at him,"You're married? Let me guess,
High School Sweethearts, right?"
Dave didn't answer, but he looked shocked. Catwoman seemed to
know everything about him, how? The fact that his was a sad story repeated
a billion times over had never occurred to him.
"Like you've never fucked some drunk bimbo after partying at a
bar while your wife was at home anyway," muttered Catwoman, and continued
stroking her ass over his cock, which was now almost fully erect and
straining up against the sheer, purple material which covered her pussy.
Again Dave marveled at her knowledge of him. Sure he'd fucked
a few chicks since getting married, but that had been different, they'd
come on to him, and hell, he'd been drunk, a guy couldn't be blamed for
going along with a girl when he was drunk, could he. But this was different,
he wasn't the instigator, he wasn't the one in charge.
"That's about enough, I think," Catwoman said with a smile, and
reached down and grabbed at her skin tight costume around the waist. With
a mighty tug and a ripping noise, the costume was torn away, exposing
her flat waist. She lifted her ass slightly and pulled the tight costume
down past her hips and thighs, revealing her vagina to him. She had only
a small, rectangular patch of pubic hair over her pink cuntlips, which
were completely shaven.
- Damn, not like Maria's at all, - Dave thought. He'd broached
the subject of shaving or at least trimming with her before, and she'd
shot him down immediately.
"All of those women in those magazines have airbrushing," Maria
had snapped at him,"If I shave I'll get a rash, and I'll have to shave
every day to keep from getting an itchy regrowth, just to please you...
I don't think so!"
Catwoman now grabbed the ripped edges of her costume just below
the breasts, and pulled it up over her large tits. Dave stifled a gasp
as he found himself staring at two of the most perfect tits he'd ever
seen. They were large, round and firm, with not an inch of sag to them,
with small, pink nipples poking out and up.
"Like what you see, Davey?" she asked him, seeing his eyes leering
at her breasts. She cupped the underside of her tits and gave them a
couple of squeezes.
"Please don't do this," he whispered, even as a dirty little
part of him rejoiced at what was about to happen.
Catwoman stared down at his straining cock, which was pointing
up at a 45 degree angle directly between them.
"Don't bother fighting it, Davey, you know you want it," she
giggled,"How many times did you say that to some poor girl in High School,
I wonder?"
"No, don't do it!" he cried as she grabbed his cock and pulled
it back to just beneath the entrance to her cunt.
- Yes! Do it! - cried the voice in his head, louder now, not
caring about Maria, his loving, angelic wife, just wanting sex, sex, sex!
And then she did, lowering herself down onto his member, his
cock parting her tight cuntlips and pushing the strong muscles aside,
filling her up with his dick.
"Ahhhh," he moaned, a sound Catwoman wasn't sure was in pleasure
or despair.
"Feels good," she whispered sultrily,"If you ever learned how to
use this thing right, you and your wife would probably be much happier."
She continued to press herself down, down, down on his cock, her
cunt slowly been filled with inch after inch of his meat. Finally she
hit bottom, her cunt pressing against the base of his cock, his pubic
hair tickling her cunt, making her giggle.
Dave couldn't believe her tightness, it reminded him of his first
time with Maria, back in High School when he'd gotten her into the back
of his old Packard (which still sat in his garage) and eagerly fucked
her virgin pussy with everything he'd had, cumming in a little under
four minutes (which nowadays was about average for him). Her cunt was
tight, wet and hot, grasping onto his cock and sucking back on
it everytime Catwoman lifted her ass back up. Her hands roamed all over
her breasts, and Dave found himself longing to sit up and take the large
orbs of tit flesh in his hands, squeeze them and knead them, suck on
the small, erect nipples. His arms were beginning to gain a little
feeling back, a tingling which he barely noticed with her cunt clasping
tightly to his cock, but he figured that she wouldn't let him take any
initiative anyway.
- I'll just have to sit back and bear with it, - he thought,
already changing his mind's position from unwilling to tolerance, while
his inner subconscious reveled in getting to fuck the hot villainess.
He actually let out a low groan of pleasure as he felt her cuntlips
spreading open and Catwoman's vaginal opening before his cock. He realized
what he'd done and tried to suppress any more noises by tightly closing
his mouth, but moans continued to come up from his throat, heard even
through his tightly compressed lips.
Catwoman laughed happily as she felt the married man's cock
sliding up into her tight cunt. Her juices were flowing
steadily, lubricating the way for his admittedly above average cock to
press up into her pussy. She rotated and ground her hips as she moved
up and down, getting his cock to press right up against her eager snatch,
pumping up and down, getting every last inch deep inside of her.
"That's right, bitch, you're my toy, my tool, my fucking human
dildo," she laughed,"You're here to get me off, bitch!"
He heard her derogatory comments but didn't care anymore, all
he could think about was how good her cunt felt around his cock. All
thoughts of his wife had faded, all thoughts of his job, or of what
she had been attempting to steal. All he cared about was that he was
fucking Catwoman! Or rather, she was fucking him, but that didn't matter,
the end result was the same.
Dave just couldn't believe hot nice and hot and tight Catwoman's
cunt was around his cock, and everytime she began to pull herself up
from the base of his cock he felt momentary fear that she was going to
keep pulling off, but of course she didn't, she was enjoying this too
much to stop, and when only his cockhead was left inside her tight little
pussy, she'd plunge back down, her ass slapping against his thighs, her
cunt spreading open and taking all of his meat deep inside.
She slammed up and down on top of him, plunging her cunt up
and down, shoving her hips back and forth, grinding hard against his
lap. She shifted the angle of her plunges, so that his cock raked along
her clit when it crammed its way back into her eager snatch, causing
hot vibes of pleasure to race throughout her sexy body.
She kneaded her breasts roughly in her hands, moaning and groaning
happily as she twisted her nipples between her fingers, sending flaming
lancets of pleasure throughout her entire nervous system.
Dave lay completely still, not taking any active part whatsoever
in the sex. He did this for two reasons, the first was so that it wouldn't
appear like he was into this (despite the loud groans coming from his
throat and the look of lust filled pleasure on his face) and also so that
she wouldn't realize he was enjoying it and stop, because right now
there was nothing he wanted more than to shoot his load deep up into
the hot, sexy villainess' cunt.
Her pink, juiced up cuntlips clung to his cock as she lifted
herself up, and pushed back in when she sunk back down onto his meat,
grinding her cunt hard against his lap.
Catwoman threw her head back as far as she could,
her eyes squeezing shut, and she let out a heartfelt cry of pure and
absolute ecstasy. She slammed her hips forward and back as she fucked
him, her magnificently rounded ass tensing and clenching as her cuntlips
clamped and choked his cock, making it rasp along her cuntwalls as she
lifted up and down, up and down.
She fucked him harder and harder, finding it difficult because
her cunt was gripping to his dick with a life of it's own, refusing to
release the hot, hard meat of the man that she was effectively raping.
"OOOOH YES!!" Catwoman screamed, releasing one of her breasts
and slamming her hand against her clitoris, grinding her erect lovebutton
hard, feeling a massive orgasm approaching. Her beautiful face was
contorted in desire, one hand squeezing her tit while the other rubbed
and twisted along her clit. She rammed her hips up and down, pushing
forward and back, her sweaty, athletic body shuddered and jerked about
as she fucked the security guard.
Her cunt squeezed down on his cock harder than ever before,
making the friction of their fucking even greater, which in turn created
even more pleasure. Catwoman squealed out a high pitched squeal of utter,
total and complete satisfaction.
"YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" she squealed, and orgasmed hard, her juices
exploded out from around his cock in small sprays. His dick was crammed
so deep up her cunt that her juices were almost trapped in her cunt, only
able to spray out in tiny, spurting streams. She ground her ass down
on his hips, writhing about on him as she came, her body jerking and
flailing, crying out a long, shuddery cry of sated passion.
Finally she wound down from her orgasm, and slowly fell forward
onto his chest, a wide, lazy smile on her face. Her huge breasts squashed
against his chest, her long hair rubbing into the groove of his neck, her
ass was thrust up slightly but her cunt remained wrapped around his
dick.
- I'm so close, - Dave thought with a moan, he'd only been moments
from orgasm when she'd stopped humping up and down on him and fell forward
onto his chest, - But I can't say anything. -
She looked up at him and smiled smugly.
"Like that, bitch?"
"I'm not a bitch," he muttered hoarsely, his voice uneven, actually
cracking as he said the word bitch.
"Sure you're not," she giggled, and kissed him lightly on the
lips, then lifted herself slowly, languorously off of him. Her cunt
released his cock reluctantly, sliding out with a wet, sluicing noise.
She stood up and turned around, not even bothering to tie him
down, so disdainful she was of any danger he might pose. And indeed, he
stayed down, having accepted that he couldn't stop her no matter how
vulnerable she looked.
She bent over by the workstation, fumbling through something, she
pulled it out to get better access and he saw that it was a small, black
bag.
"Aha," she laughed, pulling out what looked like a spraycan,
colored purple.
With wide eyes, Dave watched as she sprayed it on over her breasts,
waist and thighs. When she'd sprayed a copious amount on, she pulled
the remains of her costume up over her hips and down over her breasts,
and pressed the edges both together against the wet, purple spray on her
skin.
"It's a type of latex," Catwoman explained with a grin, seeing
Dave's wide eyes,"Quick drying, spray on and very adhesive to materials,
but not to skin. It'll serve as a makeshift costume until I get back
home."
She pulled her hands from the torn edges of her costume, which
now looked like bumps in her overall skintight gear. Up close it wouldn't
stand up to inspection, but it seemed likely that not many people would
get a chance to walk up to her and look her over up close and personal.
"Now, one last thing," she muttered, and walked back over to the
workstation, where a small sphere was set into tough metal locks which
would only be released by the proper access code. For the first time,
he noticed that the Alpha-Numeric pad had been pulled aside, somehow
bypassing the inset security alarms, and she'd been crossing wires when
he'd entered and discovered her.
She manipulated the wires and with a loud 'CLICK!' the metal
locks released the sphere.
"Excellent," she laughed, gingerly removing it as she checked
for pressure locks, of which there were none.
She put the sphere into the bag, which she scooped up and slung
over her shoulder, then walked over to Dave.
She picked up the Bullwhip, leaned down and kissed him lightly
on the forehead.
"Goodbye, bitch, now you know what's it like to be your wife
everytime you can get it up long enough to roll on top of her, maybe
you'll be a little more thoughtful in future."
She turned and left, and Dave remained lying on his back for
quite some time afterwards.
-
Catwoman swung through the loft's skylight and landed gracefully,
quickly surveying the room from the floor, as she'd already done from
the skylight, to check for any ambushes or traps.
"You have the sphere?" asked a voice.
"Rrraooow!" she hissed, whirling about and finding herself facing
a tall, lean figure swathed in shadows,"You make me sound like a clumsy
elephant!"
"Never think of yourself as an elephant," said the figure, reaching
out and sliding a finger over her chin,"You are a graceful, beautiful..."
Catwoman pulled away with a slightly contemptuous grin on her
face,"Watch it, buddy, this cat has claws."
The dark figure said nothing, but she seemed to sense that he
was smiling at her.
"Of course," he said finally,"The sphere?"
"The amulet?"
He held up one hand, dangling by a golden chain was a small,
round amulet made of gold, with a small, red ruby inset.
She held up the sphere.
They exchanged simultaneously, neither taking their eyes of the
other.
"Excellent," he said,"I knew I could rely on you."
"Purrrfect," she purred, holding up the amulet,"I got the better
end of this bargain."
"If you say so, my dear," chuckled the dark figure,"If you say so."
Metropolis, 4th June - 1999.
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The bar was quiet, most of the low number of occupants watching
a football game on the t.v set in the corner of the room.
Dinah Laurel Lance - The Black Canary - sighed to herself as
she lackadaisically stirred her drink with her finger.
What was she doing here? she wondered to herself, what had she
been thinking?
She'd been sitting at home, watching so called Prime
Time Television, and decided to go out and have some fun.
And so, instead of hanging around at home and being miserable
she was hanging out in a shitty bar being miserable.
She'd thought about going out dancing, but changed her mind,
the music at clubs was too loud, you had to constantly keep an eye on
your drink to make sure it wasn't spiked with E or something worse,
and you were inevitably hit on by some loser who couldn't take no for
an answer and would end up ruining your night.
And that was just a normal club, considering that today the latest
trend was to dance in the ruins of some of the big buildings brought down
by the recent Earthquake, where DeeJay's and lights had been set up with
traveling bars and bouncers going along for the ride. It was hardly
her scene.
So she went to a bar to enjoy good conversation and listen to
some good music, an idea she'd picked up watching Ally McBeal, and now
here she was, in a quiet, moody bar with nothing to do.
"Excuse me," said a voice next to her, she turned around and
found herself facing a tall, lean man. He was dressed in dark clothes
but had a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes which seemed to
indicate a good natured attitude,"Is this seat taken?"
"No," she said with a slight smile,"Go ahead, take it."
He sat down next to her and ordered a bourbon and coke.
"Night on the town?" he asked her.
"Kind of," she replied,"Listen, I'm not going to be great for
conversation tonight, maybe you'd enjoy yourself more watching the game."
She waved her arm at the four men over in the corner of the bar,
chatting noisily about what the Quarterback should have done at the last
play.
"Hmmm, sitting quietly or sitting with 4 drunk ex-high school
football stars, I wonder what I'd prefer?" he said with a small smile.
She chuckled.
"I know, I probably wouldn't be good conversation myself," he
said,"I came out because I didn't want to sit at home alone, so now here
I am, out on the town and alone."
She chuckled again,"At least I'm not the only one," she replied.
"Thank goodness for that," he said,"There are two of us, then."
"Two people, all alone," she returned,"How sad is that?"
He laughed with her.
"Ah well, let's be alone together, it's only half as boring."
He took a sip of his drink and she chuckled again, and she took
the opportunity to look him over, simply for the hell of it.
He looked like he was fit, but not one of those muscle-bound idiots
who lived only to look good. He was lean but well proportioned, with
short dark hair slicked back naturally, which indicated he cared about his
appearance but wasn't obsessive about it. His face had a good natured
look to it despite his sharp features, which on anyone else would probably
make him look dark and disturbing. He did have that quality to some
extent, but it was offset by the sparkling good humor evident in his
eyes. All in all he was attractive, although nothing special, he certainly
wasn't a movie star by any means.
"Hi," she said, as he put his drink back down, offering her
hand to him,"I'm Dinah."
"Hi," he replied, taking her offered hand and shaking it lightly,
not trying to prove anything by squeezing or shaking vigorously,"I'm
Dominic."
-
Diana Prince - WonderWoman - slept.
For some time now she'd been lecturing at the Gateway City Museum
of Cultural Antiquities, something she did as Diana Prince when she
wasn't on one of the progressively more dangerous missions The JLA had
been facing since reforming.
Recently she'd found herself becoming increasingly more tired
with both The JLA and her lectures. Not a physical exhaustion, but more
a mental and emotional one. Her lectures were all carbon copies of the
previous ones she'd given, because she spent so much time rushing to
prevent disaster after disaster on either this planet or one of the
practically infinite other planets in the Universe she didn't have time
to prepare new lectures anymore. And the friendly camaraderie that had
existed between The JLA had become strained as of late, with Superman
and Batman's 'friendly' testing of each other becoming more serious,
Aquaman's constantly irritable moods, Green Lantern's annoying naivette,
sexual harassment from an Angel of all people and, to top it off, one
of the newest recruits to The JLA - Big Barda - was constantly spoiling
for a fight with her.
Things were becoming more trouble than they were worth, and she
felt like there was no longer any 'Diana time'.
Now she lay sleeping, relaxing for the first time in what seemed
like forever, just zoning out.
She dreamed, something she also rarely did, finding herself in
a strangely relaxing void where she seemed to be completely alone, floating
in a void of nothingness, no up, no down, no left or right, there was
just nothing, just her.
Blessed peace, she was removed from the worlds problems and
fears, she was alone. There would be no emergency JLA alarm going off,
no beeper buzzing incessantly for her, no phone calls or
Jehovah's Witnesses calling at the door.
She realized that she was naked, but was strangely unconcerned
by her nudity. Here it didn't seem to matter, in fact she would have
probably found clothes constrictive, she decided, and would have removed
them anyway.
She floated up onto her back and lay in perfect relaxation, feeling
her breasts fall to the sides of her chest, no longer held in place by the
tight breastplate of her costume. Her breasts were large and firm, with
no sag to them at all, but with her muscles relaxed they had simply
dropped to the sides, actually putting a very slight pressure on her
breasts which she actually found quite pleasant.
She let her legs spread slightly, relaxing her thighs and calves,
feeling a light, cool breeze swell up and pass over her body, caressing
her flesh and raising a cool shiver over her body. She smiled, she felt
so good.
Her long, black hair was hanging down beneath her into the void,
and with a languorous movement of her arms she reached behind her neck
and lifted her hair up. Her smile widened as she slid her clean, smooth
hair over her face, it felt so good, sending a pleasant shiver throughout
her face and chest. She slowly slid her long, raven hair down over her
breasts, rubbing it against her erect nipples and letting out a low,
happy moan.
She left her hair on her firm breasts, and reached up with her
hands to cup the large tits in each small - but powerful - hands. Her
eyes were lazily peering down at her breasts, liking the look of her
mammaries, marveling at her own size.
- I never really realized how sexy I was, - she thought, and
giggled at thinking such a silly thought.
Ever since leaving the Island of Themyscira, sent by her
mother - The Queen Hippolyta - to be an Ambassador to the World of Man,
she had denied herself anything but the most Spartan existence. It
hadn't been a conscious choice, it was just that she had been
more compelled by her duty to bring peace to Earth than to lead any kind
of fun lifestyle of her own. Unlike many Superheroes, her secret identity
was an invented alter-ego, she was WonderWoman, and when she needed
to go around undisguised, she used Diana Prince as a convenient disguise.
But she'd sacrificed so much for so long now, that she
was beginning to feel like maybe it wasn't so much that she just enjoy
herself, if only for a night.
She felt so relaxed, like her muscles could just drop off right
now, they were so loose. A good vibe was running through her body, a
vibe which she didn't recognize as sexual arousal, because she didn't
usually feel it. The only time she'd really been highly sexually aroused
by a man was after her first meeting with Superman, and the next time
they'd met The Man Of Steel had given her a passionate kiss which she
still sometimes remembered fondly. They'd decided stupidly that it was
more important that they keep their relationship strictly business,
working together to fight crime and save the world.
She laughed lightly as her fingers traced small circles around
her nipples, running it over her hair onto the skin, then reversing
and running over her titflesh again before lightly flicking her nipple
with her finger. She let out a slight moan and her legs parted a little
more, a lightly, glistening sheen apparent on her vaginal lips.
She recognized the feeling now as something akin to what she
felt when she shaved her pubic hair. She did it purely out of necessity,
she did wear a very skimpy costume she had to admit, and she shaved her
vaginal lips purely to avoid any possibly embarrassments with panty lines.
She wouldn't have minded changing the costume to something less
revealing when she'd first arrived in the World Of Men, but the costume
was the one presented to her after defeating the other Amazons in the
battle to decide the Ambassador to Man's World, the one set aside for
WonderWoman and it was compulsory for her to wear it. And she'd grown
fond of it, when she'd been forbidden to wear it for a time after her
sister Artemis defeated her in battle, she'd felt almost naked without
it and after getting it back had felt like she was being reunited by an
old friend.
As it sometimes did while sitting home on those rare nights she
wasn't out adventuring, her vagina became more prominent in her mind,
she was far more aware of it. She felt a strange longing for something,
but didn't know what it was.
She was familiar with sex, of course, she knew the ins
and outs - she giggled to herself at the pun - of sexual intercourse,
and knew that what she was longing for wasn't that, but something else.
Alas, if she'd just asked a female friend or happened to see
a porn movie she would know what she needed, but she didn't know anyone
she trusted enough to ask about something so personal.
This time, the feeling grew more insistent in her crotch, not
fading over time as it always had before. She sensed that there was
something she could do to quell the burning flame that seemed to be
pulsing through her vagina, something basic she was overlooking, but she
couldn't think what it might be.
She began to moan louder and louder as the sensation built and
built and built within her crotch, seeming to center just above the
opening to her vaginal passage, in a small bump which always seemed to
vibrate and react the hardest when she shaved herself.
Sometimes when she shaved, the vibrations ran through her lips
and the little button like object and seemed to strike a chord in her
nerves, because her body would jump and jerk, and she'd feel a strange
sensation ride through her body. As she shaved for longer and longer
she'd hit the nerve more often and jerk around more, pressure seeming
to build up in her lap until it would finally burst and she'd feel an
intense feeling of satisfaction for some reason. The feelings were
more muted when she shaved with a blade rather than an electric razor,
but she was sure the pressure she was putting on whatever nerve was in
her crotch couldn't be healthy for her, and so she used the electric razor
only once a month or so. She also tended to marvel at the wonders of the
body, which seemed to provide it's own lubrication for shaving, as was
evident from copious amounts of liquids which flowed from her vaginal
passage everytime she hit the nerve for the final time, leaving her
breathless and feeling strangely relaxed.
But now she was feeling something akin to what she felt when she
shaved, but without benefit of razor or blade. She could feel a muscle
in her thigh twitching, and her breathing was getting heavier. Suddenly,
rubbing her hair and fingers against her breasts, which had seemed such
an innocent, fun thing, took on a different slant. She began to feel
a strange, stretching feeling in her nipples, as they strained
up, pointing right up, extended to the limits of their reach. Her skin
seemed suddenly hyper-sensitive, her crotch crying out for something
she didn't know how to give.
"Uhhh," she moaned, gripping her lower lip in her teeth, her
eyes squeezing shut, her hands squeezing shut on her large breasts.
Her eyes shot wide open as she felt an intense wave of pleasure
charge through her body as she squeezed her breasts. Her nipples felt
hot and sensitive against her skin, her vaginas strident cry had become
somewhat muted for a few moments.
She squeezed her breasts experimentally again and felt another
wave of pleasure, not as intense but still incredibly arousing. But
after the initial muting of her vaginas throbbing desire, it returned
seemingly louder than ever.
"UH!" she cried out,"What do you want? I don't know what to give
you!"
Even though she was crying out in desperation, she could swear
she heard an answer, probably from her own subconscious.
- Sate me! Fill me! I need! - her vagina seemed to cry.
End Part 02 Of 25.
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