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Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be an oversexed female in America? How about one who just happens to be in a long-lasting, loving relationship with a guy who is even more oversexed than she is? Well read on, and I will candidly share with you a small glimpse into some of the most intimate parts of my unique sexual relationship with my better half.

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The Training Of Super Girl: Chapter 1

It was like any other day at Smallville High. Just waiting till the bell rang Kara thought to herself while playing with a lock of her blond hair.
“Just 10 more minutes and I’ll be out of here and I can finally have some fun for my birthday” Kara’s thought was interrupted by the sound of the bell.
“Okay class, that’s it for today! Don’t forget tomorrow we have a big test so be on time!” exclaimed the teacher.
Kara had caught the last few word of what the teacher had said on her way out and proceeded to head to the bus on the way home she had been thinking about life on earth, and how she had ended up in her situation. The bus finally reached her stop where she got off, she was glad to be home, and with her uncle and aunt gone for the weekend she would be able to have the house to herself.
Kara had no problems with grades except human history. She was incredibly athletic and had prime figure for an 18 year old. She didn’t dress slutty, rather trendy, she had gorgeous crystal blue eyes, almost other-worldly beautiful, her tits were prefect for her frame which would catch the attention of many boys at school when she would wear a tank-top. She had caught many of the eyes of boys around the school but had never accepted any of their advances. This was not because she was shy, but rather, she had a secret; one that scared her but at the same time was something extraordinary. She was the cousin of the man of steel, superman.
Kara shared many of her cousins abilities, super strong, super fast, X-ray vision, which she had fun using to scope out some of the cock sizes of the boys form school, she wanted to compare them to the very few of her kind she had remembered seeing and playing with when her home planet was still around. She soon realized earth boys on average had larger penises than that of home. This excited her very much, but her past experiences with what human women called dildos proved otherwise. Every dildo she had owned and used would be crushed flat by her pussy muscles when she would orgasm.
Most of the time Kara had to resort to melting down a steel pole into a dildo with her heat vision. Even then the steel dildo would last up until she had a multiple orgasm at which point the 3 inch girth 7 inch long steel dildo would come back out as a steel knife covered in 18 year old love juices.
Kara was getting tired of having to get herself off all the time but she had no other choice. Her pussy would flatten an earth boy’s cock at the first orgasm let alone survive a multiple one-and mind you Kryptonian women have some violent and messy multiple orgasms. She remembered her first time where she had a multiple orgasm, her body thrashed around almost uncontrollably, her eyes rolled back, and her head was swimming in euphoria, her legs shook and quivered, and her pussy would squirt out her sweet love juices.
She soon found herself rubbing her nice firm 18 year old breasts as her other hand was playing with her clit ever so slightly through her black panties from the reminiscing of her former sexual adventures back on her now non-existent home planet. She was starting to get wet from playing with her clit which was more sensitive than most earth girl’s. She stuck 2 fingers into her wet and waiting pussy hole and every so slightly, finger fucked herself for a few minutes at which point she pulled out her fingers, brought them up to her nose, took a sniff and then proceeded to lick each finger clean of her sweet teen pussy juice.
This very action, and the very taste of her own love nectar sent her into a a wild flare of horniness, she rapidly shoved her hand back down to her wet pussy and began furiously rubbing her clit and slapping her pussy, every-now-and-then she would stuff 2 or 3 fingers in there and finger fuck her self to her heart’s content. She was so turned on by what she had done she even began to rub her asshole, which for kryptonian women was also rather sensitive and could produce quiet exciting orgasms.
Kara looked at the mirror in her room seeing her sweet 18 year old body laid out on her bed with legs spread and her hands furiously at work trying to get herself off. This send her over the edge, she started to feel the orgasm coming, her body felt hot and every rub, slap, and finger fuck she was giving herself felt better and better and better, till she gave off a moan and a grunt as she let the orgasm take over her body. She looked down at her wet pink pussy and at the little puddle of love juice she left on the sheets. She quickly began to lick the stain trying to get whatever she could of her own pussy taste in her mouth extending that euphoric feeling going on throughout her body.
Kara thought to herself “now is the time to try out that new reinforced steel dildo” she had fashioned this dildo out of a piece of steel from a wrecked building, the steel she knew was of high grade and was infused with other metals making it rather dense and heavier than any dildo any earth girl would use. She pulled it out of the shoe box she hid it in, it was 3 ½ inches thick and 8 inches long and had a chrome finish to it.
Kara’s pussy was getting wet again from anticipation of what she was about to stick inside herself. She laid back on her bed, the stain was now gone, most of it she had managed to lick back up, she was almost in a trance with the sexual urge to have a multiple orgasm, the very thought consumed her. She rubbed the dildo on her clit and then slid it in between her sweet, pink, wet teen pussy lips and then shoved it halfway into her wet pussy. The feeling almost made her cum again, the dildo was thick and felt really good inside her as she moved it in and out of herself. She felt her pussy get wetter and started to slide the thick dildo deeper into her tight teen cunt. She started to go faster, harder and deeper all whilst rubbing her clit and pussy lips with her free hand.
She felt hard orgasm coming, and started to fuck herself relentlessly moving the dildo in all sorts of directions until she shoved it all the way in herself taking the whole 8 inches of the dildo, as if her pussy swallowed it up whole. Kara’s body exploded in the most erotic of senses, she was shaking uncontrollably, she was drooling, grunting, and moaning at the same time, her pussy was squirting her cunt juice all over her bed, herself and the floor. She felt her pussy muscles tighten and the dildo that she was so sure wouldn’t become crush inside her began to crumple like a soda-pop can. After her orgasm subsided Kara pushed out the flattened dildo from her cunt. It slid out and looked like a flatten squarish plate no more than a ½ inch thick. Kara felt spent from fucking herself, and besides her dildo was now a plate and was of no use to her, at least she could clean up some of the pussy juices she and sprayed so liberally around in her room.
Kara thought to herself “great now I gotta find a new piece of metal for another dildo”. Kara often wondered how her cousin dealt with this issue, but it occurred to her that any earth woman could just ride her cousin to their satisfaction but probably not be tight enough for him to cum. She had just finished cleaning up from the fun she had with herself when she had heard news of a meteor headed straight towards earth and that her cousin superman was no where to be found. Kara knew what she had to do, she opened the drawer and began to put on her costume.

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Superman-The Triad Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – Lois’s story
Fucking Luthor. He can’t do this to me. My head was hurting and I felt funny. As I opened my eyes, I saw my body on the medical bed. I knew it was me but it couldn’t be me. I am lying here on the floor.
I look down at myself and see a man’s body instead of my normal sexy woman’s body. It is Superman’s body. I look back at the bed and it is my body on the bed. With my new super hearing, I can hear the heartbeat and know that my body is still alive.
But what has happened to me. Luthor had to change my body with Superman’s body somehow. Why and how did he do it? I see a mirror over on the far wall and walk to it. I don’t see myself at all but see Superman. His broad chest and wide shoulders, hidden behind the blue suit. His steel gray eyes and cute little lock of curly hair hanging down. I look down at the crotch and see a bulge as I realized that the warm feeling that I am experiencing is part of an erection. I am getting turned on by seeing myself in the mirror.
I mean by seeing myself in Superman’s body.
I turn and see myself on the bed, still asleep. Luthor is on another bed and is also sleeping. I reach out and squeeze a piece of metal and the metal collapses in my hand as if it was made of tinfoil. As I squeeze my hand, I feel raw power flow through my body. I feel strong and powerful. And good. I have never felt this good before.
I look at my body laying on the bed. It looks so weak and frail and small. So pale and fragile. I look at the naked breasts and wonder why men find them so magical. I have seen women with breasts that I enjoyed looking at, but my own breasts never thrilled me.
For the first time in my life, I admitted to myself that I did not like the body that I was looking at. When I was a little girl, I always wanted to find some magical way to become a man because girls never did anything but play with dolls while boys got to play all the sports and to go everywhere. Then my gangly little girl body started changing into a young woman’s body and boys started hanging out around the house, trying to impress me and to get into my panties. I quickly learned that I had a power that I could use to control them and to get them to do what I wanted. As my body shaped up, my power over men increased. I became very manipulative and learned how to obtain whatever I wanted, by just flirting a little.
But it was not enough for me. I wanted a career and to prove myself in a male dominated world. So I left home and became a reporter and chased tough assignments. I learned how to dress professional and seductive. I learned how to use any method to obtain the story and the byline. But it was never enough. Women would talk to me about their husbands and soap operas that they watched. Or give me favorite recipes. I wanted men to talk to me about the football game, and to ask me to work on old cars with them as we drank beer. And I loved hearing a good dirty joke.
I guess that I had a classic case of penis envy. I remembered my adolescence all too well and what I did to explore that strange feeling I got whenever I saw a penis. I kinda went overboard and let my budding breasts be licked and sucked and fondled by all too many boys. Then there was that night when I let my cherry get popped, and all of the many sexual encounters afterwards. I couldn’t get enough and would sneak out of the house and let myself be the star of a drunken gang-bangs. Then I woke up sick and miserable one morning. All I could think about was the hot, sweaty jousts in the back seats of cars, and all of the guilt and misery that I hid. I didn’t want be a whore. I was just curious about having a penis. A real penis between my legs.
And now I have one of those magical hot dog like things between my legs. I want to pull it out and look at it, but this is not the place. I want to see what it is like to have sex as a man. To live as a man. To have a woman waiting on me and to service me.
I remember college and a very beautiful woman. Her name was Janice Pentelton. When she walked by me, I felt a very different warmth as she smiled at me. I knew that she wanted me and would be available for anything that I wanted. I enjoyed her smell. Once she borrowed a scarf from me and I could smell her warmth radiating from my scarf when she returned it. I could smell her very personal musky odor mixed with her cologne.
When I first met Janice, she was in very good shape. Or so I thought. But she didn’t like her body and started working out at the gym with the guys every day. Before long, she had a build that most men would want to have. Before muscular women became the norm as they are now, she wanted to be able to take care of herself and did not like taking the standard weak women’s role. She discovered that she liked the way that high heels showed off her calves and strong bare thighs from playing tennis and she worked on the rest of her body to develop it to the same high standards. She liked to flex as well as jiggle. She became strong and confident and powerful, as she shaped her body into a mass of feminine muscle. Her calves were two solid diamond shaped bulges. Her thighs were solid trees of solid, sinewy muscle. Her ass muscles were two perfect semicircles of hard, twitching flesh. Her skinny waist showed off her washerboard abdominal muscles. Her pectoral muscles were solid, giving her impressive cleavage just from her muscle. Her back and shoulder muscles looked like wings. Her biceps and her triceps showed the many hours that she spent lifting weights.
I was dating the quarterback then. I always had to date the most desirable man. I felt better when number one was after me. If I had moved to Washington instead of Metropolis, I would be dating the President now. Janice came to my room one afternoon and we spent the whole afternoon laughing and talking as we sipped a little wine. Janice worked out all of the time and was beginning to get a very solid muscular build on her for a woman. I remember that day, that she was wearing a tight, low cut muscle shirt that was showing off the deep cleft of her fine, heavy breasts and the solid wall of chest muscle that was holding the breasts up. At that time, that sort of build on a woman was rare and some people hinted that she was a dyke. But I knew better. I remember her smile as I eyed her powerful limbs, thick and brown, veined and taunting, bared by a revealing tank-top stretched to bursting by her big breasts. And what can I say to describe her long killer legs. After she left, I called the quarterback over and let him fuck me for the very first time.
I set Janice up with one my boyfriend’s teammembers. We went off to a cabin for the weekend. As Larry was fucking me, I was listening to the bed in the next room, as Janice groaned and moaned. The next morning, we let the guys go fishing while we relaxed in the back yard in our bikinis.
Janice suggested a backrub and I let her. I didn’t stop her when she unfastened my top and continued rubbing lotion into my back. When she commanded me to roll over, I did, but I kept my arms crossed as if to protect my boobs. Janice gently moved my arms away and finished covering my body with lotion, making sure that she rubbed it in. She told me that my breasts were dry and needed a second coat. I shut my eyes and let her coat my breasts with the warm lotion and then rub it into my skin. I was in seventh heaven and when she lightly kissed each nipple as she finished, I almost shuddered with delight.
Then she asked me to rub the lotion on her. She removed her top and bottom and rolled over. As I rubbed the lotion into her greedy skin, I watched her butt flex and could almost hear it whispering my name. Her flat stomach showed it’s chiseled muscularity on her abs. Her huge, muscular body was ripe and shining and brown with magnificent breasts that restored the femininity to her wonderful body. As I looked at her long hair flowing down her back, I felt a very strong sexual desire for her.
She rolled over and I was rubbing the lotion on her front and having a difficult time controlling myself. She spread her legs so that I put lotion up in the area where I wanted to put my head. I was feeling very dizzy and wanted her very much. Just as I decided to learn how to become a muff diver, the guys returned. The rest of the weekend went downhill. I didn’t want Larry to touch me and pretended that my period was starting.
I was too young and didn’t know what I really wanted and desired. I wanted her to become my lover, but I was afraid that I would get a reputation as a lesbian. So we never did anything with each other, but desire each other. I wonder what she is doing now and if she still has that same wonderful body?
I stare down at my very unfamiliar erection that my thoughts were having on this male body. It has changed position within it’s confinement. It is almost as if it had a mind and will of it’s own. I felt it slowly stiffen and rise up the center of my body as it hugged my belly from the tight jerkin. When I was Lois, I wanted Superman to fuck me. I tried every trick in the book but he played hard to get. So I turned on the sexual charm and accepted his challenge. He might get to fuck me but I would really win our contest.
I used to lie in my bed and think about what it would be like to have his cock buried in me. And then I tired of my dreams. I restored the wonderful feeling by pretending that Janice was in the bed with us and we were doing a threesome. I went to the local bookstore and bought a big long thick dildo and used to pretend it was his cock in me. And now his cock is my cock. To do with as I wish.
I tried to get Clark Kent in bed once after a party. I think it was more a result of the wine than of my desire for him. He is worse than Superman about trying to run from me. I like Clark, but he does nothing for me. He is a good reporter and I like working with him, but I don’t really want him as a sexual partner. I don’t know why I tried to screw him.
I look back at my body and think about fucking it. But for some reason, I don’t want to. Isn’t that strange. My own body doesn’t turn me on.
My cock feels so hard. I can feel the foreskin easing back as it grows to it’s maximum hardiness and length. It must be eight inches. Shit. I am a man now and can lie about my cock’s length. It is ten inches at least.
I focus on one of the straps holding my former body to the table and watch as my X-ray vision melts the strap, without causing a fire. Then I use my X-ray vision and look at my former body under the clothes. Although I know every pimple and imperfection on it, I have to look at it, to prove to myself that I am no longer that person. I know that I was her, but I am not her now. I am also not Superman. I may be in his body, but I know that I am not him and do not want to be him. I have these strong desires running through my body and I don’t know how to react to them.
I walk over to my former body and touch it. The skin is so fragile. How did I ever survive in that body. With one quick easy snapping motion, I break all of the straps holding her in place. That’s right. Her. It is not me lying on that table. That is no longer my body.
I am very confused. I feel very different. I feel very strange. I feel very strong. I have to go away and examine what I feel and discover who I am. I have to know who I am.
I leap into the air and barely make it through the opening because my aim was off. I quickly rise to a high altitude and go out into outer space. I look back at Earth and know that I cannot return to my former body. I am Superman. Now and forever.
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I came back to Earth and flew across the ocean. I landed on Mount Everest and enjoyed the scenery for a moment. Although it had to be freezing cold up here, I was not feeling any discomfort at all. And this beautiful vista was mine to enjoy whenever I wanted to come here.
I leaped again and kept heading west. When I reached the ocean, I dived into the water and flew slowly through the water, watching the fish as I followed them and easily kept up with them in their domain.
Then I headed up back into the sky and back toward America. I focused my eyes and discovered how to activate my telescope vision and to use my X-ray vision with it. I focused upon Luthor’s laboratory and saw that my former body was conscious now and was talking to Luthor. As I stared at my half-naked former body, I knew that they could take care of themselves now. As for myself, I had to find out what happened to Janet.
I changed direction slightly and headed to my old college town. I wonder what my former classmates would do if they know that their former alumna was now the most powerful alumni of their school.
With my x-ray vision, I was able to search the school records as I flew there. I found Janet’s address and traced her to her new home through other records in the City Hall. She is married now.
I imagined what it would be like to find her and to let her see me in my new body. I would tell her who I used to be. She would look at me and remember how she used to feel about me. She would stand there in silence, wanting to know why I came back. I would pull her tightly against me and our lips would come together in a very passionate kiss. She would get very turned on and would push my jersey and cape off of my shoulders and began to undo my belt. She would run her hands over my warm, firm chest and lick my neck as I undress her.
I would step back and look at her perfectly sculpted legs and let my gaze flow to her stiff nipples. Then I would take her back into my arms, pressing her up against the wall as I kissed her deeply. My hand would brush up along her thigh until my fingertips found her mound.
I would spread her legs, placing soft kisses on the inside of each thigh, hearing her groan as my lips finally made contact with her clit and rubbed my hungry tongue against her most sensitive spot. I know what a good tongue can do when used right. Most men like to rush but women really like a slow darting in and out.
Then I would pick her up and fly away to a lush green mountain top where I would undress myself completely. She would curl her fingers around my throbbing shaft and draw me to her as she laid back to receive me. She would stroke me softly as she took my cock into her warm, wet lips. She would run her tongue over me inch by inch, and slowly, take my hard cock into her mouth. She would suck on my cock until it was almost ready to explode and then would beg me to give it to her.
I would move carefully at first, stroking in and out slowly, gently, until I picked up speed and intensity until I was plunging into her as hard and fast as I could without hurting her. She would cum hard as her juices flowed down my throbbing cock, causing me to cum also.
I landed on the door step of the address that I had found and rang the door bell. Although I could look into the house, I decided not to. My cock is hard from the most wonderful daydream that I just experienced.
The door opens and she is standing there. I don’t know who was staring more at each other. Me or her. Gone was the trim, healthy, young woman that I remembered. In her place was an overweight, kinda grubby woman. She was wearing an oversized shirt and had a baby on her hip. Where she had always been very neat and kept her body in good shape in college, she was now overweight and her unbrushed hair needed coloring and styling.
“Superman” she whispered.
“Hello, Janet. Uh… A mutual friend of ours, asked me to look you up while I was in town. Lois said to tell you hello.” I said, hearing my voice for the first time.
“Lois who?” she said with a quizzical look on her face.
“Lois Lane, from your college.” I said, feeling just a little embarrassed and wanting to leave.
“Lois. I haven’t thought about her for years. Did she ever get her a job as a model? She was always so pretty and had such a nice body. I married her former boyfriend after college. This is our third child.” she said as she shifted the child.
I took a quick glance with my x-ray vision at her chest. Her once solid chest was now nothing but flab. Her large, wonderful breasts, were sagging and drooping from the volume of repeated child nursing. Her hips had rolls of fat hanging over and her wonderful musky smell had become very rancid smelling to my over sensitive nose.
“No, she became a reporter. I am sorry but I must go now.” I said as I turned and leaped into the sky.
As I flew away leaving a very puzzled woman standing on her front step, I almost shuddered to think that could have just as easily been me. I almost fell into that married woman trap.
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The Storm (Part IV)

Lieutenant Greenstein crouched on the roof of the six-floor tenement building, her rifle aimed at the corner of South 3rd and Kent Avenue. A cold wind blew off the gray East River, sending a chill through her bones, despite the ample weight of her police uniform. She had been like this for the past two hours, waiting for the gangs of Hasid to come to where they based their illegal water-hoarding operation. It had come to this: New York’s finest perched in decrepit windows of abandoned warehouses, esentially snipers. Guilty until proven innocent, and even then no one was ever innocent. Fuck this, she thought. She’d rather be at home, with Scott, protected by the Rockaways, a place of New York that still hadn’t been affected by the storm. She was one of the lucky ones, though, even if she did have to spend eight hours a day in the fucking dregs of the 18th precinct, trying to maintain order in a city that was falling apart at the seams. She stood up to stretch, and turned around, looking back at Brooklyn. It was then that she noticed the door to the stairwell was closed.
“Fuck,” she said, putting her gun down, and walking toward the door. There was no handle on the door, as it locked automatically behind. How could she be so stupid, she thought, a hand against the door. Fuck fuck fuck. There would be no way to communicate, as the communication links had broken down with the first storm. She was stuck. She would have to wait for relief. She walked back to the corner of the roof when she saw it.
A dark cloud moved quickly across the East River, a thick, green mustardy smelling mass of smoke and debris. The Storm. There hadn’t been one in about six weeks, but here it was. She looked frantically around. There was no way out. The cloud moved even closer, directly towards the building. She tried not to panic, took deep breaths, but all she could think about was Scott and their house in the Rockaways, their dog, how she wanted to go home. She looked back at the door. “What the fuck,” she said out loud, “Fuck fuck fuck.” She was trapped.
She crouched in the corner, curled up in a fetal position, cradling the gun. There was nothing she could do. Closing her eyes, the Storm rushed over the top of the building, enveloping her. She could feel the weight of the gas against her uniform, her exposed skin, her dark brown hair pulled tight against her head. She could taste it on her lips. And worse, she could feel it entering her, and she reached a level of such terror that she thought her heart was going to explode and burst, carried off with the evil gas. And that’s what it was: evil. It was in her now. She was finished, would no longer be the same, would be doomed to wandering these fucked up streets for the rest of her life, in whatever guise the Storm infected her: drugs, drink, food, sex?
The storm passed, but she remained in that same position, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clamped around the rifle, balled up like a child on the corner of the roof. Her breathing by now was quick and manic, and she tried to focus all of her mental acuity onto the number of breaths. She had heard that the affects of the Storm were immediate, she had seen it happen in colleagues, saw their former selves be carried off by the mustardy gas of the storm cloud, leaving behind the shell of a human, a sick desperation that cast the world into chaos. She counted quickly, trying not to recognise that she was burning up in the police uniform, that her skin felt as if it was on fire, her body dripping in sweat. She wanted to tear the uniform off. There was intense feeling of absence, a craving for something in her to be filled. She was now shaking uncontrollably. She needed it, although she couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but then her thoughts were brought somewhere else, a focal point: hot, burning, wet and aching, that space between her legs. What she needed was cock. And this is where she passed over.
She had to get off the roof. It was imperative. It was the key to her survival. If she could get off the roof, she could get cock: a thick, hard, throbbing piece of meat that she could suck, and feel in her wet pussy, and shove in her ass. She needed to be filled. What she needed even more, she knew now, was the taste of cum on her mouth, something to take the pain away. She had to bathe in it, have it constantly. This was the key to her survival and it was that door- that fucking door- that was keeping her from it.
She ran to the edge of the roof and looked down. The street was empty. She was clearly in pain and could think of nothing, see nothing in her head, except for hard, throbbing cock. She tried to maintain her balance and, instinctively, reached her right hand down beneath her belt and the waistband of her slacks, touching her engorged clitoris with two fingers, slowly rubbing a circle. Her breathing increased with the rhythm of her rubbing and she was shocked- almost terrified- at the intensity of the feeling. She wanted something inside her, and she slipped both fingers into her hot, soaking wet cunt. In and out she pushed them, all the while applying circular pressure with the palm of her hand on her clit. The severity and quickness of the orgasm that caused her entire body to quake and her knees give out, collapsing her to the roof of the building, a writhing mess of nerve-endings and pussy juice, her carefully pulled up hair now falling out around her, and the screams- these fucking screams of passion, if that’s what it was- bouncing off the buildings around her seemed to be an announcement to the world, that-once again- the Storm had reduced another woman to her basic id: she now, literally, lived to fuck.
And if she could do this to herself, she thought, lying flat on her back, staring at the dark clouds passing above her, her breathing slowing down, wonder what she could do with cock.
I’m getting off this fucking roof, she thought, and she walked to the edge, more determined and confident than she’d been before. The orgasm seemed to give her a power that she was lacking before, a temporary boost in confidence. And, as if she willed it herself, she heard the shuffle of feet from the corner below her. She quickly assumed position, crouched at the corner of the roof, looking through the sites of her sniper rifle. They turned the corner and entered into view.
“No fucking way,” she said, lowering the gun, and looking at the three people- a man and two girls on chains- turning the corner. They were naked, the man carrying and automatic weapon, an M-16, with a round of ammo around his chest. The two girls were attached to small chains, around collars, and had on combat boots. They walked gingerly. She looked at the man- his taut, hairless body, rippling in muscle- and, more importantly, his cock- a semi-hard beautiful piece of meat. She sited it through the rifle to get a better look. It was enormous, maybe eight to nine inches when it got hard and had a breath-taking girth. She wanted it. Without thinking she jumped to her feet, held the rifle aloft and screamed, “FREEZE!”
The man motioned to the girls, who quickly crouched down like dogs on all fours and he held the M-16 aloft, clearly tentative about using it. He found Lt. Greenstein in his sites, but failed to shoot. She cautioned him down.
“If you fire that thing, we’ll all be dead,” she yelled down to the street. “I just need your help. Can you help me?”
He lowered the gun, but said nothing. She took this as a positive sign.
“I’m locked in. You have to let me out.” She was thinking about that cock. The man shaded his eyes and looked up. He stood there silently, motioning for the girls to stand back up, all the while not losing his gaze with the aching lieutenant.
“Please,” she shouted down again, surprised at the desperation in her voice. “I’ll do anything! Anything!”
The three strangers walked to the front door. She could hear it slam behind them. The aspect of getting cock excited her, but she was aware of the fact that she needed to look non-threatening: the uniform with the gun may be too much for a stranger to take in a fucked up world as this. And she didn’t feel like she could wait any longer. She threw the rifle down to the ground, undid her belt and holster, and unbuckled her boots, kicking them off quickly. Throwing them to the side, she shimmied out of the heavy, thick pants until she was in nothing but her thong underwear. The heat from her pussy was unbearable, and even as she lowered the navy blue panties, she found herself rubbing her soaking wet cunt again. She crawled to the edge of the roof, bending over, one hand on the ledge, the other busily preparing her pussy for the cock she needed to survive. She heard the metal door open and she moaned loudly. Without even turning around, her ass in the air as if an offering, her left hand rubbing her pussy to the peak of another orgasm, she screamed: “Please! Fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me with your cock!”
She heard footsteps and the quick fap fap fap of the man jerking his meat, getting ready to fill her up and before she could plead again for the stranger’s dick, she felt the head of the penis against the wet lips of her pussy and she grunted loudly, the echo carrying off the skyscraper condominiums. As he thrust inside her- first an inch, then two, then the full girth of the eight or nine inches filling her up- she supported herself with both hands on the railing, banging her hips against his with each thrust. She seemed to be in a continual state of orgasm, her body quaking and screaming in passion, a feeling she had never, ever came close to before. She concentrated on breathing, of feeling every inch of that beautiful cock, and revelled in the waves of orgasm that seemed to define her new existence. She was ready now, thirsty, aching for cum and she told him, the stranger who filled her up, a man she had not even seen the face of, that she wanted it.
“Cum on my face,” she ordered. “Cum on my fucking face.”
This is what she needed and as he pulled out, she twisted around, falling to her knees and opening her mouth. She still didn’t look at him, only focusing on the throbbing piece of meat inches from her face, the full girth, the glistening head and the hand that worked it professionally and eagerly, and as the cum exploded she thrust herself into it, tasting it on her tongue and lips, her cheeks and nose and face and eyes and hair, wanting to drown in it, to soak up every single sperm cell of strength, to satisfy the craving of the Storm. She would never be the same, this she knew. But in a way, as the energy crackled through her body, and the hot cum dripped from her lips to the tarred roof, she wondered if she even cared.

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Mother’s Future Helper

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Star Wars: The Restricted Files – Chapter 5 – Evaluations

Disclaimer: The following story is not connected with the Star Wars franchise, or its creator, George Lucas and does not represent the characters, writers or producers of set franchise.
Story Codes: Mf, blackmail, f-mast, oral, voy
Star Wars: The Restricted Files Part 5 – Evaluations
by Avatrek ([email protected])
“Jacen… Gimme back my panties!” shouted Jaina as she ran from the bathroom wearing her red tube top, short red leather skirt, and long white leggings. Jaina found herself in the peculiar situation of not having any panties to wear due to her pervert of a twin brother stealing them right out from under her while she was having a shower. Because most of her wardrobe was either back home on Coruscant or at the Jedi Temple on Yavin 4, Jaina had no substitute for the pair Jacen now had in his pocket. She would have had two or three extra sets of clothes with her, especially when on such a prolonged trip, but because Anakin accidentally left half of their bags back home on Coruscant, Jaina was stuck on board a ship without any clothes except for what she was wearing, and that wasn’t much.
“Hey Jaina… You’re the one who wanted to look just like Ahsoka Tano… I just helped you perfect your outfit.” Jacen laughed as he ran to the bridge and locked Jaina out.
“What did you do, Jacen?” Anakin Solo asked his brother just as he took the controls of their ship and began the descent towards Bilbringi’s atmosphere where the three Solo children were to meet their Uncle Luke before setting out for Yavin 4 and the Jedi Academy. For the past several hours however, on their short voyage from Coruscant to Bilbringi, Jacen, Jaina and Anakin had been watching more holovids of their grandparents doing things they never thought they were capable of doing. Jaina had been so turned on she had needed a shower to cool herself off, but instead, used the time to slam her fingers into her wet teenage pussy and finally reach a much desired climax. Jacen, facing his own need for release, had stolen Jaina’s panties for a little encouragement and after blowing his load onto her thong and seeing his twin sister’s completely naked and very wet body, Jacen had run for dear life and locked himself inside the main bridge with his younger brother Anakin.
“Don’t worry about it Anakin… Just land this thing and find Uncle Luke as soon as you can… I think I’ll need the help of a Jedi Master to be safe from Jaina.” Jacen told his brother while he took the co-pilot’s seat and began radioing his Uncle using the ships communications system.
With Jaina screaming and slamming her fists into the locked bridge door, Anakin and Jacen were able to bring the ship safely down on Bilbringi and get a hold of their Uncle Luke, who was already there waiting for the three children. Little did they know however, the Master Jedi Luke Skywalker had more planned for the three Solo children than a simple rendezvous and a trip back to Yavin 4. Because he and his wife personally oversaw the development and Jedi education of Jacen, Jaina and Anakin, it was left up to him to test them annually on everything they had learned. Mara Jade was still away with Leia on some diplomatic mission, so Luke had taken on the responsibility of giving Jaina her evaluations as well as her two brothers all by himself.
“Jacen if you don’t open this door right now… I’ll cut it open with my lightsaber!” Jaina yelled through the door, igniting her lightsaber to prove her point further.
“Too late Jaina… Uncle Luke is already here and he’s waiting on the docking platform for us.” Jacen shouted back at his sister as Anakin landed the ship and got ready to open the hatches to let their Uncle Luke board the ship.
“Hello Jaina… Aren’t you looking…” Master Jedi Luke Skywalker began as he made his way onto the ship and saw his niece in a ridiculously revealing outfit. If he wasn’t mistaken, he could actually make out Jaina’s hard nipples through her leather tube top and just the hint of her round little ass from beneath her short little skirt.
“Oh Hi Uncle Luke… Do you like my new outfit?” Jaina asked with a smile, twirling around in a circle and completely forgetting she had no panties on. Realizing her mistake as soon as she began spinning, Jaina made to cover up her tight little bald pussy and ass from her Uncle. The damage was done however, and Luke was able to glean a great deal from the few seconds of Jaina exposing herself.
“Huh…” Luke murmured as a familiar twinge could be felt in his groin area. Just before he was able to say something else about Jaina’s new look however, Anakin and Jacen opened the bridge door and walked by their sister looking as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
“So Uncle Luke… Are you ready to head out to Yavin?” Jacen asked, nudging his sister in the process and giving her a smirk for good measure.
“Ah… Yes… I mean No… No… Ah, first I’m going to evaluate you on what you’ve learned in the last year and then we’ll head to Yavin.” Luke mumbled, still a little shocked with Jaina and her outfit. She was only fifteen and probably hadn’t filled out quite yet, but Luke was very impressed, almost so much so, that he dreaded being her uncle.
“Evaluations… Darn!” Jaina sighed, knowing full well that there was always a physical test of endurance and strength during the evaluation and in doing so she knew everybody would again be in a great position to get an outstanding look at her pussy and ass.
“Yep… And I think we’ll start with you Jaina… I’ve already set up a small obstacle course just off the landing pad over there” Luke said, pointing towards a grassy area not a hundred metres away.
-Not a fucking obstacle course!,- Jaina thought to herself as she followed her uncle off the ship and towards her first and hopefully only test of the day. As soon as she stepped off the ramp and onto the landing pad, she noticed how unbelievably windy it was. Gusts of winds swirled about, blowing her skirt everywhere but down, constantly treating her three male Jedi family members with a beautiful view.
“Alright Jaina… All you have to do is crawl under that barb wire for twenty metres, climb that ten metre stone wall, jump over those twenty-five hurdles, swim across that small mote, levitate that boulder onto that platform, climb up that tower and zip line across to this other tower right beside me to finish the course.” Luke said as he pointed out all the obstacles and tried not to think how perverted it was that he was having such impure thoughts about his own niece.
“That’s all, is it?” Jaina groaned, knowing that every single one of the obstacles in some way would expose her like never before; especially the first obstacle.
“You have five minutes to complete the course once I give you the signal… GO!” Luke shouted, ushering Jaina onto her first obstacle.
Jaina took off and dove under the barb wire to begin crawling to the other side, very aware how great a view she was giving her brothers and uncle while she struggled through the tight confines that the wire produced.
“Damn…” Anakin said, grabbing onto the bulge that was forming in his pants as he watched his panty-less sister navigate the obstacle course. He had a perfect view of her beautiful little bald twat and nicely shaped and round ass. After less than a minute of crawling however, Jaina was through the obstacle and already at the wall, where she used her Jedi gifts to leap upwards and grab the top of the ten metre wall in a single leap. She struggled a little to pull herself up but did so within seconds until half her body was over the obstacle, which of course exposed her yet again.
“This isn’t so bad” Jaina said to herself, fixing her skirt again and heading towards the twenty-five hurdles at a sprint. Every time she lunged over one of the hurdles, Luke, Jacen, and Anakin were treated to another look at her twat and by the time she finished jumping over the last hurdle, even Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master could feel the bulge growing in his pants. The only thing that could be hotter than Jaina dressed in such skimpy clothing however, was Jaina soaking wet, dressed in skimpy clothing and that was exactly what everybody was treated to when she finally swam across the mote and got out dripping wet.
Come on Luke, be strong in the Force… Temptation is a path to the Dark side…, “Fuck me!” he said out loud to himself as Jaina finished levitating the boulder with ease onto the platform and started to climb up the first tower. Luke was presented with another immaculate view of her tight snatch as she used the zip line to cross the last section of the obstacle course and come to the finish just feet away from him.
“So… What was my time, Uncle Luke?” Jaina said, out of breath, flustered and turning red with embarrassment. She just wanted the test to be over with so she could run off to the ship and hide there until they were back on Yavin 4.
“Time…? Oh yeah, your time… Your time was three minutes, twenty-two seconds… Excellent.” Luke stuttered again, trying to get over what he had just seen.
“Do I have to do anything else, Uncle Luke or did I pass?” she asked as Uncle Luke tried to hide his shame.
“Ya… Pass… You passed… Um… I’m going to take Jacen and Anakin on a 20 mile run to test their endurance, but you’re good to go.” Luke replied, grasping at any chance to leave Jaina and her sexy ass behind while he ran off any impure thoughts he was having about his niece.
“Okay… Well I’ll be on our ship until you get back.” Jaina said before running off to the ship and leaving her uncle and brothers to finish their own trials and evaluations. Extremely embarrassed and just wanting to be alone, Jaina locked herself onto the bridge and sat down in the pilot’s chair, exhausted. “Well… I guess I could relax and watch another one of those videos… I mean, they won’t be back for a few hours” Jaina assured herself as she turned on the holo-projector to watch another exciting instalment of the true history concerning the Old Republic.
* * *
“But Master Plo Koon, I tried my best… Isn’t there anyway you can pass me.” Ahsoka pleaded the Kel Dor Jedi Master who had been in charge of her evaluations since arriving back on Coruscant with her Master Anakin Skywalker. Every Padawan had to go through an evaluation on an annual basis until they were knighted and although Ahsoka had only recently begun her training under Anakin Skywalker; her skills as a Jedi were superior to many. Not only that, but after the long trek back to Coruscant with her Master, which involved several amazing hours of unrestrained sex, Ahsoka had never felt so powerful. Her ability to command the Force had only increased after the trip home and Ahsoka was sure Master Plo Koon was somehow mistaken in failing her.
“I’m sorry little Soka, but I just think you can do so much more.” Master Plo Koon said, putting his hand on Ahsoka’s shoulder and trying to comfort the upset Padawan.
“But I broke almost every record and my command over the Force is greater than it’s ever been!” Ahsoka replied, not understanding how it could be possible that she actually failed.
“Yes… Yes… Ahsoka… But, your emotions are all over the place and even though you command great power, you must always keep those emotions in check, less you be tempted by the Dark side.” Plo Koon recited, not breaking his concentration once while he explained his concerns about her emotional state.
“But Master Skywalker says that not all emotions lead toward the Dark side… I believe if I can channel and control these emotions like I have just begun to, I’ll have an even better understanding of the Force.” Ahsoka responded with belief.
“What sort of emotions are you talking about little Soka?” Master Plo Koon asked; curious about what had led her to believe in such a thing.
“Well… It’s kind of hard to explain… But I can show you if you want… I mean… As long as you promise to keep an open mind about it.” Ahsoka replied, not too sure if her old friend would be very receptive to what she had to offer once she demonstrated what she meant.
“If you think this will help prove your point Padawan Ahsoka” Plo Koon responded in his deep empathetic voice.
* * *
“That guy has no idea what she’s got in store for him.” Jaina said out loud as she got very interested in the situation that was developing on the holo-projector. She was also intrigued to find out that the videos were not just following her grandparents, but also other Jedi Knights, Masters and Padawans. It was an interesting point she’d have to discuss with her brothers later but Jaina was too absorbed with what was about to take place on the projector to really care about it at the moment. She had flipped her skirt up again and was absent-mindedly rubbing her wet slit with her fingers again.
* * *
As Master Plo Koon looked down on Ahsoka not realizing in the least what she had planned for him, Ahsoka turned to face him and dropped down to her knees before he could even blink.
“Little Soka… What… Ummmm.” Plo Koon began to mumbled as he felt little Soka’s fingers grasp the draw strings holding up his pants. “… Inappropriate…. Unnnhhh…” he started again when he felt her fingers grasp his soft cock and begin to rub it back and forth. Unlike the average human cock, Plo Koon’s odd shaped shaft and disproportionate ball size caught Ahsoka off guard and made her rethink what she was about to do. She really knew nothing about the Kel Dor species and for all she knew, she was rubbing the wrong thing. “Ohhhh… Little Soka… That feels… Feels… GOOD!” Plo Koon continued as his shaft began to harden and his worries about it being inappropriate began to evaporate as quickly as his cock began to swell.
“Holy Fuck!” Ahsoka moaned into Plo Koon’s misshapen cock as its size began to overwhelm her and grow to over ten inches long. While Ahsoka did her best to get as much of his shaft into her mouth as possible, Master Plo Koon was groaning and moaning in a pleasure he had never yet felt before. Sticking to the strict Jedi Code of no attachments, Plo Koon had never had the pleasure of having his cock sucked by a gorgeous young girl like Ahsoka Tano. The fact that it was the first time he’d ever gotten a blowjob didn’t bode well for his stamina and since Ahsoka seemed to be quite good at rubbing and sucking on his long dick, he knew he would explode at any moment.
“Mmmm… This is the biggest cock I’ve ever tasted.” Ahsoka moaned, running her tongue up and down his shaft while squeezing and massaging his massive balls.
“Ohhh… Little Soka… I’m about to explode!” Plo Koon groaned, as his cock began to swell even further and an amazing feeling started to come over him.
“Gimme that cum Master!” Ahsoka moaned, looking up at her long time friend just as he threw his head back and groaned a deep guttural sound while his cock began to spasm.
“UHHHHHH!” He shouted, just as Ahsoka took her mouth off his shaft and got ready to receive a hot load of Master Plo Koon’s seed. Ahsoka couldn’t believe what happened next; instead of a few streams of the delicious liquid her Master Skywalker had both covered her face in and filled her snatch with, Master Plo Koon’s cock shuddered once and sprayed a hot golden liquid from the tip in such quantity, it actually knocked Ahsoka onto her back. It didn’t stop there as Ahsoka got back onto her knees as quickly as possible and tried to outlast Plo Koon’s massive orgasm. For an entire minute his cock shot stream after stream of his hot golden cum onto her face until his balls had shrunk back down to a more normal size.
“Oh my God!” Ahsoka managed to blurt out as she licked her lips and looked down at herself. Her entire body, tube top and skirt was just covered in the golden goo and Master Plo Koon looked as though a hundred years of stress had been lifted from his shoulders. He sank down on the nearest chair and gave Ahsoka a smile before pulling his pants back up and throwing his old friend a towel.
“I guess you were right little Soka… Some emotions can be good for a Jedi.” Plo Koon mumbled as Ahsoka cleaned herself off and stood back up in front of him.
“So I passed then?” Ahsoka asked a very relaxed Plo Koon with a look of anticipation on her face.
“With flying colours my dear… With flying colours!” Plo Koon said before nodding off to sleep and to dreams of Ahsoka Tano.
* * *
“I guess it’s alright to use sex and sex appeal to get what you want.” Jaina said to herself, feeling much less embarrassed about frolicking about without any underwear. Next time she didn’t do well on a test, she’d just do what Ahsoka Tano did.

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Meer Kass

This is NOT my story. UPDATE: Found “Meer Kass” again, in sexstoriespost.com. Where I stated that I thought I’d read it before. But – the name of the writer is: sensual_sub_69. ??? –
NOT Black Shanglan. So – NOT sure, now, who to credit this story to. I STILL think this story was originally written by, and posted by, Black Shanglan – the OLDER poster of this story [ posted 14 years ago ( at Literotica.com. ) ] Either way: … ( See Notes at the end of the story for more. )