Stuper Heroes

NsaneDreams

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Sean crouched on the ledge of the bank overlooking the park, in what he hoped was an appropriately brooding hero pose.

He'd been at this for about a month so far, and the schedule was killing him. Between this and work at the porn shop, he was beat. He managed to catch some Zs between his day shift and nightly patrols, but that didn't leave much time to service his "super needs"...

Sean spent the majority of high school as a nerd and an outcast. It wasn't that he wasn't physically attractive; quite the contrary. At 6'2", 190 lbs of pretty much pure muscle, Sean would have been the envy of every girl and desire of every girl, if it wasn't for one tiny thing...Or rather, one massive thing.

That thing was Sean's massive prick. Like, baby's arm holding an apple big. At roughly 14" fully hard and probably 3" around, it had nearly frightened to death the one girl who'd seen it. To prevent her own embarrassment, the girl had spread horrible rumors about him, and from that there was no recovery.

But the sheer size of his wondrous man-sausage wasnt the only peculiar thing about Sean. For one, he found out over time tha he required "release" far more often than the average man. We're talking 10-15 times daily just be to able to keep his head straight. And without that release, he found that the copious amounts of love-juice welling up inside him seemed to sap his strength. If he went for too long without satisfying himself, he became weak and couldn't focus. On the flip side, it seemed like the more he came, the stronger he was. Like, flipping over small automobiles strong.

After a particularly disturbing encounter in which Sean threw a mugger over 50 feet and through a brick wall, Sean decided that if he could harness this power, he could be a force for good. Now Sean prowls the streets at night, battling evil (and his own horniness)

Stats:
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue
Costume: Sean's outfit is mostly pieced together from his local surplus store; black fatigue cargo pants and black boots, a blood red tshirt, and a black bandana with holes cut into it covering the upper half of his face.
Super powers: Provided Sean is able to achieve orgasm multiple times a day, he can achieve nigh invulnerability and ridiculous amounts of strength. This has only been from satisfying himself. Were he to find a woman able to service him properly, who knows the limits of his powers.
Weakness: If he's unable to release his own sexual tension throughout the day, Sean becomes progressively weaker, and can lapse into unconsciousness if completely denied.


As he gazed out over the park, he noticed a rustling in the trees above a spot in the back, where it looked like some people were chatting on a bench. When he heard the familiar "hoot", he knew danger was bound to follow. With a mighty flourish he bounded down from the ledge, into the darkness, and promptly tripped with a CRASH over a trash can.
 
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Lea came flouncing around the corner towards the original looking wooden bench, her high peep toe heels clicking against the concrete of the park's pavements.

Her dark blonde locks would already be falling down from her messy bun, having been working the bar all night along with a close party atmosphere afterwards. As she stole a look up towards the black sky she would think of what is actually up there, whether a few old birds would be gathered on the high roof top of the bank or something completely unexpected.

Lea was always prone to the unexpected in ordinary situations simply because of her appearance. Due to working nearly every single day, her long slim legs would always be bare and shown, and she'd nearly always be walking by herself.

Tightening her trench coat further around her waist with the belt that highlighted her curves, her feminine hands would return to her coat pockets, shuddering a little to the air. It wasn't even that cold for other people but for Lea it was.

And it seems like the only way she had ever succeeded in obtaining warmth was through sheer, lustful sex. Yeah that's right, sex. Other people needed a wooly jumper or a pair of socks, but not Lea. She wasn't even cold on the outside, it was just the need of her cravings that drove her to coldness too on the inside.

Feeling sudden goosebumps rise on her arms from the cold she'd stop near the bench, the well known feeling of arousal building up inside of her. Biting her lip she'd bend her knees a little and wait for it to pass, her deep green eyes then fluttering quickly. She'd see people sat on the bench and quickly move past, only stopping yet again as something hits the trashcan.

Now with a squeal she would jump back, clamping her hands over her mouth as she'd see the man having tripped over. With this only making her arousal worse from the surprise and having her heart racing, she'd move her hands from her coat pockets holding them out in front of her.

"Oh gosh! Was I in the way? Are you alright?" She'd blabber a little, crouching down onto the floor in front of the man and trying to peer to see his face and check if he is okay.

Appearance:
Height;5'5"
Chest size; 34C.
Clothing; A beige trench coat with a strapless black dress underneath, being extremely short. Heels.
 
Jiggles had always loved the city’s large central park. It reminded her of nature and growing up on her father’s dairy farm. The huge trees towered over her, throwing shadows that were getting blacker as the sunlight faded. Somewhere above her an owl gave a deep, trembling hoot. She giggled at the sound, and said to Bobby “speaking of hooters” she slipped off her tank top and exposed her massive 38EE breasts. Bobby gasped “oh god they are as beautiful as I thought” Her mouth returned to Bobby’s hard throbbing cock, but now instead of just sucking on it, her big naked breasts hung between his legs. The two whoppers bobbled like ripe melons, as her head went up and down on the excited cock. Bobby could not help but look at those incredible bouncing shaking jugs. And in less than a minute his cock released its load. Jiggles, of course, swallowed his whole load, licking her lips afterwards like a cat. “Wow that was awesome” he told her. She was not as impressed, high school boys just came too quickly. Jiggles was 20, but she had not yet passed high school, Bobby was 18, a senior and the school’s big science nerd.

Again, she heard the “hoot” of an owl. Or was it an owl? She had heard about how criminals had been using the park as a base … and sometimes signally each other via bird sounds. Bobby was still thanking her … when she told him to be quiet and put his pants back on. “I think there are criminals nearby” she whispered to him. As she pulled her tank top back on, there was a strange creaking sound above her, in the trees. As she stood back up, she snapped off a long blade of grass and stuck the end in her mouth. She tended to chew on things, like straw or grass, it helped her think.

Four men jump down from the trees, all dressed in black. Each held a knife, they had Jiggles and Bobby surrounded. Jiggles was not the smartest girl in the world … and she was a naturally happy person, assuming the best in people. But she realized these folks meant trouble.

“Hi” she said in her most cheerful voice …

“We’re going to have us some fun boys!” the leader told his fellow gang members. “Get her!” The gang members started to close in. Then came a loud crash … like a garbage can was being knocked over.
 
Sean bounced to his feet, assuming the standard "no one saw that" posture, and dusted himself off. It was too early in the night for this nonsense and he hadn't had much time throughout his day to "unload" and build up his strength. But, as he surveyed the men surrounding the couple, he figured it was probably a situation he could handle.

"You" he said, casually addressing the man standing beside the woman with the most amazing rack he'd ever seen "Pull up your pants and get your girlfriend out of here"

"And you..." he said, addressing the gang "...have 5 seconds to get out of here befo-"

Unfortunately, Sean wasn't able to finish his sentence due to the fact that a rather large fist chose that time to connect with his mouth and screw his train of though all up. As Sean ducked the next punch and promptly got dogpiled by the rest of the gang, the last thing he noticed before his vision was obscured by a large guy's gut was that the boy had taken his advice and pulled his pants up and ran, but the girl with the ginormous ta-tas was simply staring at him, casually observing his ass-kicking.
 
Jiggles was chewing on her grass … watching the fight … then everyone seem to jump in a big pile. It looked like something you’d see at a rugby game. Maybe it was not a fight but a rugby match? She was not sure … assuming the best of everyone. She reached a conclusion. “I guess it’s a rugby match” she said aloud “can I play too?” Not wait for an answer … she charged in. “I don’t remember the rules … is this a maul … or a scrum?” She asked as she galloped towards the pile.

One of the gang members looked up just in time to see the voluptuous blonde lowering her shoulder just before impact. “What the fuck????” he asked as she tackled the whole pile. It was like being hit by a charging bull. The pile of black clad figures flew around like pins in a bowling alley when you throw a strike. Two of the criminal gang members, after bouncing off a tree or two … fell to the ground … and did not get up … they just groaned.

The guy at the center of the pile had not moved much during the collision. She walked over him. He was dressed in a red t shirt and black fatigue cargo pants. “Hey where is the ball?” she asked. As she looked for the ball … her eyes stared at his crotch … it was not the right shape for a rugby ball ... but he had something large in his pants.

The three remaining gang members were pissed, and came running at her. “Flighty” and “easily distracted” are really good words to describe Jiggles. She was way too distracted by the man’s bulge to look up. She had no idea what was about to happen.
 
Just as quickly as Sean had been buried by the mass of hooligans, he was suddenly freed as they were all sent hurtling through the air around him. A little dazed and slightly confused, he rubbed his head and looked up, to find that the chick with the jugs had apparently dismantled the group single-handed, and that she was now eyeballing his crotch with a look that was a mixture of mixture of want and fascination.

Getting to his feet, Sean was about to thank the girl as he caught the three men rushing her from behind out of the corner of his eye. In one smooth motion, Sean grabbed the girl around her waist and spun her behind him. As he came back around to face the thugs, he cocked back one thick arm and fired a fist into the first thug's jaw, sending him crashing into the other two and knocking all three cold.

After he was satisfied all the men were out of commission, Sean grabbed some plastic zip tie cuffs from his cargo pocket and set about binding all the crooks together. When he'd finished, he turned back to the girl and smiled that goofy smile of his.

"Thanks much for the assist...You must work out like crazy! I've never seen a woman so strong!"
 
Jiggles had always been a very open and trusting person, but when it came to her special powers … she would not talk about them. She found it best to just change the subject.

“Hi” she said in her genuinely warm, and friendly voice, a big happy smile on her face, she grab his hand and shook it. “My name is Elizabeth Cummings, but everyone calls me, Jiggles” she said, looking down at her massive chest. “I’ll bet you can guess where the nickname comes from!” she gently shook her chest making her massive, dangling, jugs sway and jiggle for his amusement, but the act excited her too as her sensitive nipples stiffened instantly, poking at the material of her tank top. “Jiggles … because it sounds better than … fucking huge tits … ” she laughed at her own joke.

Then she looked back into his eyes, “I’m the oldest daughter of Robert Cummings, owner of “Udder Delights Dairy farm”, it’s one of the biggest dairy farms near the City” she said. “Anyhow thanks for saving me and Bobby … that was some punch you threw! WOW!!” As she said WOW she placed her hand on his shoulder, she deeply enjoyed people and personal interaction (which means she does with a lot of laughing, flirting, physical touching, and eye contact). There was something special about this guy ... she really liked him.

"You must have been what I would call out-of-control, axe-murdering crazy. You slammed his face back but good! So hard it knock the other guys own!! You’re a hero!!” Jiggles added, then she realized how strong you needed to be to do that and shrugged.

"It must have been the Adrenalin, it does funny things to people … I’m just glad nothing happen to your handsome face," she said, reaching up and placing her hands on either side of his face. She wanted him … and she sensed he wanted her. She brought her face to his and they kissed. They kissed gently at first, then more deeply, then with a sudden flaring of intensity that left both of them gasping and tingling when they could finally tear themselves apart.

As Jiggles pulled back, their eyes locked and a look that was at once question and answer passed between them, silently asked and affirmed. Sean knew he had the green light from her to go as far as he wanted too.
 
Sean blinked as Jiggles pulled back, his head in a daze and his knees shaking. He hadn't touched a woman in months, much less had a random, beautiful, big-titted farm girl assault him with those soft, glossy lips.

He stuttered for a moment, before he composed himself. "I uh...yeah...hero...and stuff..."

He paused, the tingling in his groin intensifying as he looked her over, and it suddenly dawned on him that he was tingling for other reasons...This girl was gifted. And not just in the upper torso region.

"Listen...We should go before the cops get here. I have a place close by."

Sean held out his hand for her, looking into her eyes.
 
Jiggles eyes grew larger, as she realized he was right. “oh wow … I had not even thought about that. The cops might be pissed at us.” She answered him as she took his hand.

They both ran off towards Sean’s hiding place. As they made their way through the thick forest of the park, Jiggles thought about their kiss. She never had a strong attachment to cultural norms, they never seemed important to her. In fact, she enjoyed breaking them … not because she enjoyed chaos, but simply because she thinks most rules are uselessly restrictive. But Sean might have been put off by her being so forward. She had been stupid to kiss him like that. She had been thinking it was like a good fairy tale, he was the knight that had saved her, the princess, from a group of thugs. At the end of the battle, it just seemed right to kiss the hero. A reward for his heroic deeds!

She really liked this guy and she would not make that mistake again. They slowed down to a walk as they reached his hiding spot. “Is this the spot?” she asked looking around.
 
Sean stopped in front of an older, worn down home in a suburb about a mile from the park. He put a finger to his lips, signaling Jiggles to be quiet, then led her around the back to a bulk-head door leading to the basement. He gestured for her to enter, then followed and shut the door quietly, trailing behind her down the short stairway.

The stairs emptied into what appears to be a large, finished basement bedroom, looking much like you would imagine a basement bedroom belonging to a 19 year old to look like...band posters on the wall, tv, Xbox, and a large bed in the corner. It wasnt neat, but it wasn't cluttered...Presentable would be the best way to describe it.

Sean gestured to a worn looking futon in front of the tv as he removed his mask, raking a hand through his thick hair and scratching his head.

"Please...have a seat...you want something to drink." he asked as he made his way across the room to a small fridge in the corner. He spoke over his shoulder as he rifled through the contents of the icebox

"Sorry for the cloak and dagger entrance...My uh...well, my mom lives upstairs, and I don't know if she's home or not"
 
"WOW this place is awesome” Jiggles said … grinning ear to ear as she looked around his room. “I can’t believe you have your own entrance. That is so cool. And a TV, and an xbox …wow!” Jiggle was from a rich family, but their farm house was not opulent or lavish. It was functional and basic. Jiggle was very mesmerized with her hero’s independence. She had been distracted by his room … but she finally remembered his question.

“I’d love something to drink … do you have milk? Or maybe something made with Organic Wheat Grass?” she asked as she inhaled, there was no mistaking his “man” scent that was swirling around him. He had a sexual potency that was very strong … it ignited her desires. But she was determined not to be too forward. She adjusted her tank top, mainly to calm herself down, but the affect made her massive babyfeeders sway in a sexy and delightful way. The motion emphasizing their mass and size.

“Oh and I’m sorry … pardon my manners … but I have a few questions … like what is your name … and why do you wear a mask … and do you always save people in the forest?"
 
Sean smirked, grabbing a couple of beers from the fridge and making his way over to her on the futon. He passed her a beer as he dropped down next her her, looking pale and exhausted. The fight in the park had drained him, and he was beginning to feel that stirring in his loins that meant he needed to "recharge", so to speak.

He popped the top on his beer and tried to look her in the eyes, and not in her beautiful tits, as he attempted to answer all of her questions at once

"Well, my name's Sean...and I wear a mask to go out and try to stop bad people from hurting good people...I guess if I'm going to wear a mask I should have a cooler name, huh?" he said as he chuckled and took a sip of his beer.

"And as far as saving people, I just wander around at night and try to help folks..." he was beginning to get a little short of breath, like he'd just run a mile. He took another long sip from his bottle and tried to keep awake...He was afraid if he went much longer, he'd have to excuse himself to go to the restroom and rub one out to keep from passing out in front of her.
 
Jiggle's took the beer and looked at it … not sure what to do next. She was only 20 … so it was not legal for her to drink it … but she was thirsty. She thought “that law was just another one of those stupid, uselessly restrictive rules”. And she opened the beer can and took a big long drink from it … the beer quickly removed any motor control her small brain had over her mouth … and soon she was talking a mile a minute.

“Sean, that is a nice name …and you are a super hero … that is so cool. But you need a better name … like “Sean the Saver!” or maybe “Wonder Sean the Super Puncher” or maybe “Sidekick Sean” … but that one only works if you … kick people in the side …otherwise they might think you’re some other super hero’s sidekick … you know ... like robin for batman. What super powers do you have?” Jiggles asked, and then before he could answer she continued “I mean if you don’t have any super powers or anything like that … that is ok with me. How many people have you helped? And do you like helping people?”

As Jiggles finally stopped talking … she noticed Sean looked pale and that he was breathing slowly. He looked wobbly and so Jiggle’s grab him by the shoulders and brought her face close to his.
She asked him “Sean … you don’t look so good …are you going to vomit?”
 
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