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Subject: {ASSM} Cheerleader with No Panties meets Ejaculation Man (ff mf nc superhero parody) by Johnny D.
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Cheerleader With No Panties meets Ejaculation Man
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by Johnny D.
WARNING: This story is crap. The author will not be held responsible for
any loss of brain cells, sight or taste incurred due to reading it.
CUTE POINTS THE AUTHOR IS AFRAID YOU MIGHT MISS: "Linda" was DC Comics'
"Supergirl"'s first name in her secret identity; it used to be Linda Lee but
these days I believe it's Linda Danvers. "Carpenter" was the surname of the
second spider-woman; I combined the two to make the Cheerleader's secret
identity. Ain't I clever? In addition, "Diana" was Wonder Woman's secret
identity. And the "Ejaculation Man"'s appearance is based on that of
Marvel's "Sandman" character. Can you guess what I used to spend my pocket
money on?
"Oh yes, Diana, diddle my clit faster!"
Linda Carpenter felt her body quiver as her friend's expert
finger-ministrations threatened to bring her to a heart-stopping climax. In
the event her heart kept beating but the rest of her body tensed, strained,
screamed; breasts jiggling as lungs panted for air, back arching, vagina
crushing down on a non-existant penetrator, anus spasming, legs clenching,
eyes popping and lips stretching. It went on and on, never stopping, waves
eternally crashing against the shore, until finally she was over the edge
and on the way down.
"Oh baby, was that good?" smiled Diana, looking into the exhausted eyes of
her schoolfriend. She wiped a stray lock of hair out of Linda's eyes with
one hand, while the other delved briefly inside her friend's cunt, emerging
coated with pussy-juices that Diana licked from her own fingers. "Did it
feel as good as it tastes?"
Linda could only nod vacantly, control having not yet returned sufficiently
for complex activities like speaking. Or moving.
Diana bent down and kissed her lips, slowly and gently then pushing her
tongue within. They kissed softly, enjoying the moment for what it was.
"Di," said Linda, breaking the lip engagment, "that was incredible."
Diana smiled sweetly and lay her own naked body down next to her friend's.
Linda raised herself onto one elbow to admire it. Lips full and rosy, lips
every boy in their school fantasized about seeing wrapped around their cock.
Eyes wide and awake, a neck full of errogenous zones just begging to be
nibbled. Breasts, somewhat larger than Linda's own, that lay apart yet
seemingly strained to be touched, fondled, licked and sucked. Linda traced
her finger from her friend's thorax, down the cleft between her breasts, to
her naval, pausing while remembering how she'd stuck her tongue in it in the
showers after gym class that afternoon, then continued downwards, edging
towards-
She could hear something.
-the soft, furry-
Burglar alarm. About five blocks away.
Oh rats.
"Hold that pose," said Linda, springing to her feet and edging towards the
door. "I've just remembered something I need from the corner shop. I'll be
right back!"
Diana stared in amazement at the door as it slammed behind her best friend's
naked (and very cute) ass. "Hey wait! I thought you were going to eat me
out now!" she called, but to no avail.
Linda ran down her stairs two at a time, filled with regret and remorse.
Still, duty calls. It was just as well there was nobody else in the house,
since (a) she was stark naked, and (b) it wouldn't do if anyone saw her
changing.
The words came easily to her as soon as she started; they always did. The
chant bubbling out of her, each word leading to the next, until suddenly it
was all said and done:
"One, Two, Three, Four, We know how they want to score! Five, Six, Seven,
Eight, We'll let them glimpse but no mistake, They can't have our pretty
tails! Cee Aich Eee Eee Arr Ell Eee Aye Dee Eee Arr Ess!"
ZWOOOOM!
Ten seconds later, the Cheerleader with No Panties flew out of the Carpenter
family's front door at a reasonable fraction of the speed of light.
Chief O'Lada was happy to see the familiar red-and-white-clad figure
descending from the sky. Partly this was because he could quite clearly see
her juicy, hairless pussy between her legs as the wind blew her pleated
skirt around her, but mostly because he needed all the help he could get in
dealing with this situation.
"Okay Chief," said the Cheerleader with No Panties as she alighted gently on
the sidewalk beside him. "What's the situation?"
"Well Miss," began O'Lada, making a concious effort not to talk to her
breasts. Which was hard because they bulged within her numbered jersey like
two massive melons topped with knitting needles. "We got a hostage
situation in that bank over there. Seems the robber was planning to go in,
get the money, and get out before we got here, but one of the tellers
pressed an alarm button and now he's trapped in there with all the bank
staff and about twenty customers."
"Has he made any demands yet?" asked the Cheerleader, appraising the
situation with her expert eyes.
"He wants a fast car, safe passage out of here, and a night with Britney
Spears. None of which the Mayor is willing to give him."
The Cheerleader paused, considering. "What do we know about him?"
"Big chap, lots of muscles, calls himself Ejaculation Man. God Almighty
knows why."
The Cheerleader with no panties winked at him. "Don't worry, Chief. Leave
this to me." And then she was gone. Although later, when he reviewed in
his mind the sight of her flying into the bank, he would swear that her
little twat had winked at him too.
The Cheerleader with No Panties strode into the bank with absolute
confidence that nobody could ever hurt her. "Mr Ejaculation?" she called in
her best "I'm a helpless little girl and my what a big cock you have mister"
voice. "Are you here?"
"Yes, I'm here." said a large masculine figure that stepped from behind the
mortage manager's desk. Muscular he certainly was, with tanned skin and
ginger hair cropped close to his head, and piggy eyes that were already
appraising her bountiful physique. He held a gun in his left hand, pointing
it vaguely at her and vaguely at a cluster of frightened-looking civilians
huddled below a "loans made easy" poster.
This, she thought, should be a doddle. Putting on her very nicest smile,
she started to fondle her left breast. "Oh Mr Ejaculation, I'm sure you
don't want to hurt me..." she said, squeezing the pert firm mammary in her
palm. "I'm just a little girl... oh my Mr Ejaculation, what a big weapon
you have!" The man already had his cock (a legitimately big member of
8-and-a-half inches) out and was stroking it absently with his right hand,
while his eyes were fixed on her breast. She doubted that he was even aware
he was masturbating.
"Please don't point that thing at me, Mr Ejaculation. It might... go
off..." she mewled, continuing to massage her breast while her other hand
started to lift her skirt. She did get legitimately turned on at times like
this; there was something about taking a tough, violent man and making him a
slave to his own lions, and defeating him with them that was just so...
naughty. Her cunt felt moist as she raised her skirt an inch at a time,
until finally her hairless little twat was on display to the man. She
noticed his eyes now fixed, entrancedly, on her genitals, and smiled her
sweetest smile as she moved her hand from her breast to nudge her clitoris.
From her other hand she extended a finger and wiped it along her cunt, then
began to push it between her perfect lower lips. He didn't look like he
could take much more of this, she thought, her smile becoming genuine. He
looked like he was about to blow-
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The Cheerleader with No Panties struggled to raise her head from its bed of
rubble. She looked left and right, seeing through double vision that she
was laying on what had been the front wall of the bank, which was now
scattered across the street. The cops had either retreated to a safe
distance or were now buried under "21.3% APR credit card" signs; she
couldn't tell which.
And then she looked forward, and saw the man standing over her, still
stroking his massive engorged cock. "Stupid cunt," he sneered. "Why'd you
think they call me Ejaculation Man?"
I never thought to ask, thought the Cheerleader, trying to blink stars out
of her eyes. From somewhere nearby she could hear a full orchestra playing
Mozart's Requiem.
"Still breathing, huh?" continued Ejaculation Man, smiling lewdly down at
her. "Let's see how you handle one of my cum blasts inside you." And then
he knelt down, grabbed her legs, and pulled her towards him.
The Cheerleader with No Panties tried to struggle, but her limbs wouldn't
respond to her commands. An after-effect of the blast? Shock? Spinal cord
damage? She felt the huge slick head of his huge cock pushing against her
sensitive vaginal lips, then the sudden shot of pain as he penetrated her
fully with one stroke, her pussy stretching to its absolute limits to handle
his nine- inch monster. She squealed.
"Startin' to feel things again, huh?" grinned Ejaculation Man, as he pumped
his big thick super-cock roughly in-and-out of her pussy. "That'll be the
concussive effects of my cum-blast wearing off. Don't worry though, you
still won't be able to move most of your muscles for a few minutes. Plenty
of time to enjoy another of my C14 ejaculations, and this time from a more
personal viewpoint." He chuckled at his own joke. "Oh yeah, I've been
dreamin' of this ever since you came on the scene. And now I'm doin' it,
now I'm fucking you, it's even better than I'd imagined!"
He threw his head back and redoubled his efforts, pumping faster and faster
into the Cheerleader's abused little twat. Below him, the Cheerleader felt
tears rolling down her cheek at this violation, at the sense of
helplessness... and at her impending fate.
A light-bulb lit in her head, and she realised that she had only one chance
left.
If she could somehow bring herself to orgasm before the Ejaculation Man shot
his explosive load within her, the super-muscles of her super-cunt would
clench down on his super-cock and crush it utterly.
Of course, bringing yourself off isn't the easiest thing in the world when
you don't have the use of your arms and legs and you're being raped by nine
inches of evil man-meat. But she had to try. Her life - not just her life
but the safety of every man woman and child in the city - depended on it.
She closed her eyes, trying to recall an erotic scene, trying to ignore the
burning pain from her vagina. A memory floated before her mind's eye; the
day Paulette's brother Stevie had taken her anal vaginity. She saw herself,
as Linda Carpenter, laying fact-down on the cushions, her head in Paulette's
lap as Stevie gently, lovingly, massaged the thick oil into the smooth round
globes of her ass. She had felt so utterly relaxed. Paulette had taken
Stevie's cock into her mouth, lubing it with her spit, then helped him to
position it at her asshole. He pushed it in, a millimetre at a time,
allowing her to accomodate what she had before giving her more. When he was
finally all inside her she had felt sad that they'd come to the end of it.
She felt the first stirrings inside her, felt herself becoming turned on,
and then the Ejaculation Man put a hand around her neck. He didn't squeeze,
but he wasn't gentle either; poking and probing. She could hear him
grunting, and knew he couldn't have much further to go.
She was going to need something that would get here there quickly.
Her birthday party; everyone naked and fucking her, it seemed. All her
classmates. Joey and Martin in her cunt while she ate Diana.
Later, she'd fucked Rachel with a strap-on dildo.
Another day; being fucked by that new boy, Simon, behind the biology block
at school. Delighting in the risk of it, screwing in the outdoors.
Delighting in the hedonism of it, making love to a boy whose name she hardly
knew.
Another day; the blow-job she'd given to that nosey reporter who'd
threatened to expose her secret identity.
Getting there...
Another night; the sleep-over five years ago where she'd first had sex with
other girls.
Her cunt was heating up, her juices flowing. In his mad pumping the
Ejaculation Man was unknowingly rocking her pelvis back-and-forth, his pubes
rubbing against her sensitive clit with every in-stroke.
Another night; the time she'd dared Danni to dance naked in the park.
Another night; Diana's face, looking her in the eye as her fingers massaged,
rubbed, entered, tickled, teased her to orgasm.
Tonight.
Diana's face as her best friend Linda ate her out, consuming all of her
golden girl-juices.
Later tonight.
On the brink at last, the Cheerleader with No Panties let out a little moan
as the excitement built. The cock in her now-juicy cunt was no longer a
violator; its rough surface stimulated her swollen lips and drove her higher
with every thrust. The pain it had caused merged with the pleasure into a
fire that rose up her body, lingered in her breasts, then reached her head.
The Cheerleader with No Panties came.
The Ejaculation Man screamed a scream fit to wake the dead.
Later. The Cheerleader with No Panties, her uniform smoothed down from the
unscheduled roughing-up, stood beside Chief O'Lada as the paramedics loaded
the Ejaculation Man into the ambulance. "Well, I don't think that maniac
will be troubling our fair city for awhile." said the Chief. "Thank you
again, Cheerleader with No Panties. However did you do it?"
The Cheerleader smiled while she tried to think of an answer that wouldn't
harm her reputation. "It was hard," she finally settled upon, "but I just
applied myself."
Then she was gone, a distant speck soaring into the sky. Chief O'Lada
shaded his eyes, trying to get one last glimpse of her sweet little- that
is, checking that she wasn't going to fly into any airplanes.
Damn, he thought, the sunlight was blinding him. He couldn't see it.
Linda Carpenter bounded up the stairs of her house, full of energy. "Diana!"
she called out. "Sorry I was so long, but it turned out to be bigger than
I'd anticipated. But now I'm back I'm going to-"
She stopped when she opened her bedroom door; her bed was empty. Sniffing
sadly, she walking over to the bed and stroked the covers where Diana had lay.
She supposed this was just the kind of thing that happened in the lives of
every crime-fighter.
Linda wiped a tear from her eye.
Then from behind her came a crack of a whip and a familiar voice said "Well
now, my dear, if you're so impunctual and keep me waiting so long, I think
I'm going to have to teach you a lesson!"
Linda spun around, her face full of joy. "Oh yes, Diana... oh yes please!"
THE END. (FOR NOW)
--
Johnny D.
Too dumb to stop writing.
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