Suddenly, he stopped and looked up at me, an obvious look of uncertainty on his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I… feel that I should tell you who I really am."
I placed a finger on his lips to shush him. "Show now," I replied with a seductive smile. "Tell me later."
With that, he raised his hand to his head and removed his cowl. Underneath was the most attractive face I had ever seen. He had short, messy blonde hair (you know, the kind of look all the hip guys go for these days), and chiseled cheekbones. Without his cowl, his eyes shown even more brightly.
"Well hello there, bright eyes," I cooed, and leaned in to kiss him before he could respond.
We proceeded to make out for some time, with me helping him remove the rest of his costume and he my clothes. We lay back onto my sofa, I on top of him. I leaned forward and kissed his well-developed chest and broad shoulders and neckline. I worked my way down his impeccable six-pack abs and across his belly button until I came to his underwear.
(Hey ladies, guess what? Superheroes wear tidey-whities!)
I could feel his member throbbing beneath, and I rubbed the bulge slowly and gingerly. With curious fingers, I slowly pulled his underwear down and a beautiful dick sprung forth at me.
From my estimate, it was a modest seven inches with adequate girth. Not too bad, not too extreme; just how I like it.
And like it I did… as well as lick it (almost instantaneously). Ever since I had lost my virginity back when I was a teen, I had always enjoyed giving men oral sex. I didn't mind doing it, and honestly, it gave me a little something to hold over my boyfriends. Frankly, I had done it so much in high school that I had gotten exceptionally good at it.
The Flash definitely noticed this, as he closed his eyes and moaned softly as my mouth enclosed around his shaft. I paid extra-special attention to his balls as I fondled them in one hand. The other hand stroked his cock underneath my bobbing mouth.
I could feel every muscle in his dick loosen and tighten, and I could tell that he was fighting with himself not to cum all over my face right then and there. Releasing his dick from my mouth, I reclined back against the opposite end of the sofa, spreading my legs and inviting myself to him. I sat back and watched as my hero got down on his knees and planted his face between my legs.
The guy didn't waste any time, as I felt his tongue snake into my pussy lips no sooner than he had knelt down. I looked down at him and met his eyes as he looked up at me, half of his face buried in my unshaven goodness.
His soft tongue lapped up and down my vulva, accompanied by two fingers rubbing my clitoris. I moaned and squirmed slightly as waves of pleasure ran up my body.
I ran a hand through his hair and pulled at it slightly, bringing his head and tongue deeper into me.
Pleasure grew more and more intense until I came close to my climax.
"I'm cumming…." I whimpered, but he didn't stop. He kept at it as my juices flowed out into his lapping mouth. I arched my back and moaned even louder as I came.
"Fuck…"
The Flash didn't say a word, and just moved back up body kiss by kiss until he returned to my lips. He hovered close to my face.
As I came down from ecstasy, I whispered into his ear "Get it in there, hero."
No sooner did I say the words that I felt my pussy stretch and his cock entered me. He began thrusting slowly at first.
"Oh, you can go faster than that!" I teased. "You're The fucking Flash, aren't you?"
He positioned his hands at my sides. "Do you mind if I try something on you?"
"What? Some position or maneuver or something?"
"Something like that," he said, a smile spreading across his face. "Let me know how you like it…"
"Sure will—"
What happened next is almost indescribable, yet it was the most incredible thing I had ever experienced.
At that moment in time, his smile had gone away and was replaced by a look of pure concentration.
Suddenly, it seemed that whole sofa shook, his body almost becoming a blur.
I would later learn, after discussing with my lover here, that he has the ability to vibrate his molecules, thusly vibrating his body. Guess what? He can turn his own cock into a fucking vibrator. And it's not even close to one of those crappy vibrating cock-rings, either. But like I said, I have no idea how to explain it.
The most intense feeling of pleasure came—no, crashed over me. All I can say is that I went into an immediate orgasm. I had never felt anything like it, and I think I almost blacked out. But I hung in there, and I'm pretty sure I screamed louder than the Black Canary.
(That's another hero around town. I'll tell you about her some other time.)
And as soon as it happened, it stopped. I was left panting, my heart in a frenzy. It was the greatest thing I had ever felt.
"Are you ok, Iris?" The Flash looked concerned.
"Ok? Fuck! I'm fantastic!" I pulled his head in hard and kissed him passionately. He continued to thrust into me, the feeling I had described earlier stayed with me for the rest of the night.
We went through several positions that night, but he didn't try his special move again. His doggystyle was incredible. It wasn't too rough, it wasn't too delicate. He had grabbed my hips in just the right way and thrust in and out so perfectly.
It my cowgirl ride that had finished him off. I straddled him and rode his cock like a wild stallion. He sucked on my tits while I did so. I was going so fast, I guess I was trying to be The Flash myself… but either way I had him cumming in no time, his hot cum filling me up and spilling out in floods.
We lay back in each other's arms, breathing heavily and softly cuddling each other's bodies. I looked up at him and smiled.
"Iris West, my name is Barry Allen," he finally said.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Allen."
"Call me Barry."
Shit, don't tell anybody I told you this.