SUPERHERO SEX STORIES

My Chance to Meet a Superhero

I stripped, slowly and deliberately. I kept my eyes fixed on him as I unzipped my dress, watching his expression change as I slipped the straps from my shoulders, the upper half falling forward to expose my bare tits. Already his mind and suspicions were working, scanning for hidden traps or ambush, anything but this completely random seduction. Of course there was nothing besides me standing before him, getting naked.

He didn't move, except for his throat working slightly.

"I'm cold", I commented, though I'm certain he had noticed my nipples harden.

"Get under the covers", he answered tonelessly, stepping forward with a hand outstretched to escort me, the crazy little lady that I am, to guide me to do the right thing and then disappear from my life.

I stepped forward and pressed myself against him, kept my hands where he could see 'em. He was warmer than he looked.

"Stop it", he said automatically. 

I pressed my lips against the hollow of his collarbone, through the spandex. He shook his head, exasperated. I slid my hands up to his neck and he grasped my shoulders and held them firmly with another "stop it", though his voice was softer this time.

Seduction wouldn't work, and neither would pleading, cajoling or even honesty at this point. So I gave him options.

"You can leave, or you can fuck me."

That made him pause. I guess it turns out I wasn't the only one having a dry spell.  I had to crane my neck up to kiss his perfect lips and they were dry and cold, tasting of the night air. I wound my arms around his neck and he kissed back hesitantly, opening my mouth just a little, tasting me back. When his hands crept forward and rested softly on my waist I thought, 'this is it.'

I slid my hands down those magnificent biceps and pressed down hard on his forearms. His hands crept lower, felt up my bare buttocks. Come on, just a little farther. You're almost there. I had to jump a little, but managed to brush his palm against the heat between my legs. His fingers curled automatically and suddenly he was cupping my hot moist cunt, my nipples pressing into his chest, a pleased moan escaping from my lips.

Those same devastatingly strong hands that have crushed so many firearms and punched out so many villains gripped my ass and those thick fingers deftly slid inside my pussy. He had a look of surprise on his face at first that gradually faded, giving way to recognition, the familiar but long-forgotten feeling of lust.

Been missing something, mister hero?  His fingers began to move, his other hand grasped my butt and hoisted me against him so my feet left the floor and I blanked out a little bit after this point. Next thing I knew I was on the bed, being finger-fucked by this Herculean god amongst men, his spandex clad body chafing my bare skin, his mouth on mine. I could feel every ripple of muscle through his costume, hard and firm against me but self-controlled, not hurting like I know he could.

Through mutation or alien intervention or simply an overly gifted metabolism, he's sculpted like a marble statue (or better), every prominent muscle under the costume is real.

Holy shit, I wanted him to fuck me- in every way he could possibly take me.  I could feel his cock rising hard and insistent against my leg, trapped and straining against his costume. I vaguely wondered if pre-come stains spandex.

With a tormented groan he pulled away to peel off the lower portion of his costume, his bulging cock popping free from its tight prison. I immediately scooted down and took him deep in my mouth, my fingers forming a tight ring around the base of his cock. He jumped in surprise and let out a hiss- maybe of disbelief. Couldn't believe that he found himself here, that he's actually doing it with a civilian. You and me both, superhero.

I swirled my tongue around as I bobbed back and forth on his shaft, enjoying his gasps and groans. I sucked hard on the sensitive tip and he bucked involuntarily, my fist around his shaft the only thing keeping him from sending his cock deep down my throat. I wondered how many girls had done this to him. It certainly seemed like it hadn't been done for a long time.

He suddenly pulled himself away from my eager mouth, pushed me down onto the mattress and positioned his cock between my waiting thighs. I understood this to mean he wanted to get it over with before the guilt set in, before he could abandon this tryst for higher purposes. It's okay, I could take it.

But when he sank into me and filled me to the brim with his rigid cock I wanted him to stay there forever.

As he began to thrust, my nerves buzzed and leapt and sang Glory Hallelujahs at his sweet length gliding in and out of my lonely, neglected pussy. I thrust my own hips up to meet him and felt his bulging cock head hit so deep inside I was panting within seconds. I wrapped my legs around his lean hips, dug my heels into that rock-hard butt and hung on for dear life. His pelvis grinded against my swollen clit and I saw stars.

Even though I came raucously, pussy clenching and twitching wildly, he continued thrusting as before, with no signs of losing control. He fucked with single-minded tenacity, relishing the fulfillment of a long dormant need. He flipped and flopped me up and down the bed, entering me from the side, from behind, binding my legs together tightly and then opening them wide. The new angles at which he pounded into my pussy awakened nerves I didn't know existed. Even as I climaxed again and again he bent me into another position, making me feel his cock anew, fucking every inch of my cunt he could reach.

I found myself nearly upside down, my hips clear off the bed while he knelt, him clutching my legs to his body the only thing supporting my weight when I begged him to finish. I was practically doing a shoulder stand- I knew I was gonna feel this in the morning. He capitulated by grasping my waist firmly and thrusting into my prone body with burning speed. As the friction eked out one last orgasm out of my weakly spasming pussy he came, and at just that moment he became an ordinary man. He spurted, hot and slick and urgent, emptying his balls, accompanied by uncontrollable moans and embarrassing faces. But he didn't make me explode or anything.

Popping back the Pill before a blind date seemed like pathetically desperate optimism earlier in the evening. Now it seemed a serendipitous blessing. No regrets, my superhero. No scandals or babies on my watch. And I told him so.

He actually smiled. He dressed slowly. As he turned to leave I hoped he would get a good night's sleep. I called after him, softly.

"Stop by again, sometime".

And would you know, he still does.