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Subject: {ASSM} Purple Potion 11 {S Gray} (MF nc mc preg)
Date: Wed,  9 May 2001 10:10:04 -0400
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Chapter Eleven:  Superman's Rampage (Part One)

 Superman had never had so much fun in his life.  He used to fly through the
city, looking for people to save, and criminals to apprehend.  Now he was
just searching for beautiful women to fuck.

 Joker's sex serum had thoroughly corrupted his mind, dampening all of his
moral inhibitions and augmenting his libido.  His hunger for sex was
insatiable; all he could think about was finding another female to
impregnate.  His powerful cock was already stiff again; it took only a few
minutes for it to regain its hardness after an ejaculation.  He had spent
most of the past two days screwing Lois Lane into orgasm after orgasm - and
while he had enjoyed screwing her, he had to accept the fact that she was
only human.  Her vagina could only take so much pounding before it became
too sore.  He would have enjoyed screwing her all day long, but her poor
pussy just wasn't up to it.  And he had no wish to hurt her; sex just wasn't
any fun unless both people could enjoy it.

 So he was forced to go out into the city to look for fresh pussy.  He hoped
it wouldn't take long to find some; his cock was itching to slide its way
into something warm and wet.

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 Samantha loved springtime.  Now that the warm weather had returned, she
could start wearing her summer clothes again.  Halter tops, short skirts -
anything to show off as much as she could of her sexy young body.  She
enjoyed the stares she got as she walked through the campus.  She liked to
think that she was the object of many men's fantasies.  When they
masturbated, they were thinking of her bright blue eyes, her long blond
hair.  They were imagining what her breasts would look like, what her pussy
would feel like.  She savored the feeling of being looked upon as a goddess
of lust - absolutely gorgeous, but completely out of reach.

 This particular afternoon, she was stretched out on a chair by the pool,
patiently waiting for her tan to return.  She wore a yellow bikini that conc
ealed very little, and through her sunglasses she saw all the guys sneaking
peeks at her, worshipping her body from afar.  She smiled and leaned back,
basking in the sunlight and the attention.

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 Samantha's yellow bikini was like a beacon to Superman as he flew overhead.
Without a moment of hesitation, he dived straight toward her.  As he landed,
he heard the usual expressions of shock and wonder from the crowd at the
pool.  People were always amazed whenever they saw a superhero in real life.
Superman didn't even look at them; he simply pulled Samantha up, grabbed her
by the waist, and flew off into the air with her.

 "Superman!  Where...where are you taking me?"

 "Someplace more private," he said.

 "What for?"

 "I don't have time to explain.  Just trust me."

 Samantha nodded, her heart racing.  This was all very strange - but if
there was anyone in the world she could trust, it was Superman.  She clinged
to him for dear life as they flew through the air, her hands locked around
his torso.  She could feel the hardness of his muscles through the thin
fabric of his costume, and idly wondered what he would look like without it.

 He flew her to the nearest dormitory, using his X-ray vision to scan for a
room that was empty.  He found one on the top floor, and broke the window
open.  Once inside, he lay Samantha on the bed and took off his cape.

 "Why are we here?" she asked.  "What should I do?"

 Superman didn't bother to say anything.  He simply approached her and tore
off her bikini top, exposing the soft white flesh of her ripe young breasts.
Samantha gasped in astonishment and quickly covered her breasts with her
hands.  "What are you doing?"

 "This."  He pried her hands away, leaned down and began to lick her right
breast.

 "No!  Stop it!"  She tried to push his head away, but he was too strong;
she could not even budge him.  She tried to squirm out from under him, but
his powerful arms held her firmly in place.  She cried out for help, but
there was no one to hear her.  So she simply lay there, feeling his tongue
slide wetly all over her fleshy mounds.  Then he began to suck on her
breast, his tongue flicking the taut nipple.  She tried to push him away
again, but it was no use.  He kept this up for a while, noisily suckling her
like an infant expecting milk.  Despite her fear and anger, she was
beginning to feel a familiar pulsing in her groin: against her will, she was
slowly becoming aroused by what he was doing to her.

 "Please don't," she pleaded.  His response was to snake his hand between
her thighs, his fingers rubbing her crotch through the bikini.  She wriggled
her hips as much as she could, but she couldn't avoid those fingers; they
had latched onto her pussy and would not let go.  The more he rubbed her,
the more her pussy reacted.  She could feel her cunt lips beginning to puff
and swell, getting her ready for sex.

 "Please don't," she repeated...but the words were much weaker now.  His
assault on her breasts and pussy had taken its toll; she was steadily losing
control of herself.  She felt pussy juice starting to leak from her
throbbing cunt.  His fingers were driving her wild; her hips began to buck
against them.  She began to imagine what his cock would feel like.

 He reached down and tore off the small yellow fabric of her bikini bottom.
She gasped as she felt her pussy exposed.  His fingers renewed their massage
on her naked pussy, and the direct contact was delicious.  She reached up
and caressed his arms, feeling the powerful, rock-hard muscles beneath his
tight blue costume.  He kissed her on the lips, and she responded, her
tongue dancing with his.  She began to press her body against his.

 Superman got up and began to take off his costume.  Samantha watched him,
and knew that this was her last chance to escape.  If she didn't flee now,
he would fuck her for certain.  Part of her wanted that, but the other part
recognized that there was something terribly wrong about all this.
Superheroes didn't normally go around fucking young college students.  As
quickly as she could, she got up and dashed toward the door.

 She almost made it; her hand was on the doorknob, but then she felt his
powerful arms grab hold of her, pulling her naked body against his.  She
felt his rigid cock pressing against the small of her back, and moaned as
his hand covered her pussy.  There would be no escape; he was going to fuck
her, and there was nothing she could do about it.  He turned her around, and
she saw his magnificent dick pointing straight at her.  The sight of his
huge organ caused her resistance to crumble; she simply stood there and
stared at it, as if hypnotized by lust.

 With an effortless motion, he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up in
the air, tilting her body back until her cunt was in line with his erect
cock.  Then he pulled her body forward, slowly impaling her upon his dick.
She closed her eyes and moaned.  His cock felt wonderful as it wormed its
way into her lubricated vagina.  When it was all the way in, she smiled;
never before had she felt so filled.  He left it there for a second,
allowing her pussy to get used to his size.

 Slowly, he began to fuck her, patiently pushing and pulling her body
against his.  Her legs dangled in the air as he rocked her back and forth,
his cock sliding in and out of her steamy cunt with a slow, deliberate
rhythm that she found delicious.  "Oh, yes...oh, that feels so good."  He
maintained that slow, steady rhythm - and before long, she was writhing in
mid-air, twisting her body and groaning in ecstasy.  He paused to swivel his
cock around inside her, making sure that he touched every part of her pussy.
Then the rhythm began again:  in...out, in...out, in...out, in...  Her cunt
was so wet now; she could hear it with each thrust of his cock: an slimy
squishing noise, constant and repetitive, driving her mad with lust.

 He lay her down on the bed and crawled on top of her.  She eagerly spread
her legs apart so that he could get his cock back into her.  In and out, in
and out, he continued to fuck her, his balls slapping her bottom with every
wet plunge.  It suddenly occured to her that this was her most fertile time
of the month, and that a blast of jizm from that cock could easily put a
baby in her belly.  But there was no way that she could stop him now, and
she certainly didn't want him to stop.  She closed her eyes and surrendered
to the cock pounding she was getting.  So hard, so thick, so insistent.  He
was fucking her much faster now, his cock churning in and out of her frothy
cunt like a piston.  She opened her eyes and saw his face; this wasn't the
Superman she had always heard about.  This was a sex-hungry beast who
wouldn't stop until he had impregnated her.  And there was no way that she
could stop him; in fact, she was becoming wildly aroused by the thought of
his semen spurting into her womb.  She tried to spread her legs even further
apart so that he could get all the way inside her.  She watched intently as
his cock as slid in and out of her body, ferociously pounding her pussy.
She couldn't take it anymore; she screamed and writhed as the orgasm washed
over her.  Through it all, she could still feel his cock sliding, worming
its way in and out of her gooey depths.  And then it stopped all of a
sudden, and she felt a sudden warmth inside her as thousands of powerful
little sperm swam their way toward her fertile egg.  There was little doubt
in her dazed mind that she was now pregnant.

 The father of her child was busy again, licking her belly and stroking her
thighs.  His cock was already beginning to regain its stiffness.  She sighed
contentedly and closed her eyes, allowing the mating process to begin again.

 Then there was the sound of a key unlocking the door; the door opened, and
a young brunette walked in.  She simply stood there for a few seconds,
gaping at the sight of a naked man and woman on her bed.  Before she could
do anything, Superman rushed over and grabbed her, pulling her inside and
shutting the door.  The girl screamed and struggled, but it was no use.
Superman simply held her in place, reached up her skirt, and began to grope
her pussy.  After several minutes of stroking and poking,  her susceptible
cunt started to betray her.  Her struggles slowly began to subside, and she
allowed herself to be fondled by this strong, handsome, well-endowed
stranger.  It wasn't long before she, too, was lying naked on her back, her
legs in the air, moaning and gasping as the Man of Steel pumped his thick
cock in and out of her eager young pussy.


to be continued...

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