Supergirl vs. Starfire

"Supergirl vs. Starfire"

by J. D. Savanyu

Supergirl was locked in a fierce battle with Doomsday on the streets of Manhattan. That ten foot-high genetically engineered reptilian monster was also from the extinct planet of Krypton. He was an equal match for that other strange sexy blonde visitor to Earth. Supergirl tried to defeat Doomsday with all her might, but her superstrong punches and kicks couldn't even dent his superstrong rhino-esque armored hide.

She focused her alien heat vision to melt a hole through his chest, but that was also futile. He swung his spiky right arm with massive force against her voluptuous body, sending her flying backwards two hundred feet and crashing into the FAO Schwarz toy store. Dozens of kids screamed in terror as shards of glass and stupid overpriced Lego sets rained down around them. Supergirl sprawled out on top of the famous floor piano, like Mike Tyson after a heavy right hook from Buster Douglas.

"Are you okay, Miss Supergirl?" asked a cute little blonde girl who eerily resembled Cindy Lou Who from How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

"I'm fine, honey," Supergirl uttered wearily, regaining her composure at the reminder of who she was fighting for. "You can't keep a good girl down."

She jumped off the piano and rocketed back out to Fifth Avenue for more Mortal Kombat street fighter action. The punch-for-punch battle kept going and going, heading northward on Fifth Avenue. Doomsday grabbed a city bus and used it like a giant baseball bat, grand slamming Supergirl into the Central Park Zoo. She landed on a stone courtyard near a bunch of barking sea lions.

"Get up, Kara," she muttered to herself, like Trinity in The Matrix. "Get up!"

She obeyed her own order, flying back for more apocalyptic action with Doomsday. Smashing dozens of storefronts and causing dozens of car wrecks. That mutated dino-humanoid gradually drained her vast reserves of energy and pushed her to the very edge of her high pain threshold. Just when Doomsday was about to deliver a devastating blow, Starfire swooped down from the stratosphere and carried Supergirl to safety in the sky above the Frick Museum. Starfire was an equally sexy redhead superhero from the planet Tamaran, wearing a tight purple latex halter top with a matching miniskirt and go-go boots. An emerald medallion was nestled on her chest, right above her perky b-cup tits.

"Oh my god, Starfire! You got here just in time to save my ass."

"Sorry I did not get here sooner, Kara Zor-El," she replied in a strangely placid girlish tone. "I received your distress signal telepathically, but I was busy stopping a major heist at the Federal Reserve Bank."

"Crime never takes a day off, Koriand'r," Supergirl replied, correctly pronouncing her native name. Meanwhile, Doomsday picked up a motorcycle and threw it up in the sky, nearly hitting both of them. Starfire thrust her right hand toward Doomsday, emitting a powerful blast of bright green energy made of condensed ultraviolet solar rays. He careened backwards and crashed into Bagel Bob's.

"It's no use, Starfire. He takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'. Like the Energizer bunny on crack."

"This is truly a dire predicament, placing all mankind in jeopardy," Starfire murmured. "We must pool our strong mental powers together to devise a solution."

"I hate the way you talk, but I love the way you look," Supergirl sighed, admiring her ethereal Irish-esque beauty. She had a crush on Starfire ever since she arrived on earth and joined the Teen Titans. Now that redhead was all grown up and sexy as hell. Supergirl never made love to a girl before, but she was really tempted to switch teams on that hot fucking ginger.

Supergirl glanced up at the massive midtown skyscrapers, and snapped her fingers with a sudden revelation. "Damn, I just got a great idea. We can kill Doomsday by turning him into a giant shish-ke-bab on the Empire State Building antenna."

"Brilliant, Supergirl! Let us pool our strong physical powers together and take that savage beast for a final aerial joyride."

Doomsday burst out of Bagel Bob's and literally threw the kitchen sink at them. Starfire froze him in place with another blast of green solar power, and then she lifted him high above the street with help from superstrong Supergirl. The monster thrashed about helplessly in radiation bondage as they lifted him five thousand feet over New York City, heading back south toward the heart of Midtown.

"Now, Starfire! Bust that beastly bastard!"

They thrust their alien flight power fiercely downward, racing toward the tall sharp radio tower atop that iconic art-deco skyscraper at 200 MPH. Doomsday realized the grisly fate that was about to befall him, roaring at the top of his lungs

"Video killed the radio star, motherfucker!" Supergirl shouted wittily.

That big sharp metal spire tore through the mutant reptile's massive chest, ripping him in half and sending his soul to the Kryptonian equivalent of hell.

"Fuck yeah, baby!" Supergirl cheered, high-fiving Starfire at 1,472 feet. The muted sound of many cheering New Yorkers reached their ears from the streets below, filling them with patriotic pride. "King Kong just got K. O.'d."

"I do not know this 'King Kong' you speak of," Starfire replied in that creepily sweet placid tone. "What nation did he rule over?"

"Never mind, you ditzy ginger cutie. Time to dump Doomsday in the ocean, and then we'll go celebrate!"

They carried Doomsday's split corpse five miles out in the Atlantic Ocean and buried him at sea like Osama bin Laden.

"The fish will have a feast tonight, and so will we," Supergirl beamed. "Let's go back to my apartment and have some... fun," she intoned, taking Starfire by the hand and leading her back toward gleaming Metropolis. Like a pair of radiant pegasi, flying gracefully toward Mount Olympus.

They followed a jumbo jet as it descended toward JFK airport, waving at the dumbfounded passengers. A strong tingle of desire throbbed between Supergirl's legs, eager to embark on a different kind of "adventure" between Starfire's legs. She couldn't stand it anymore. She had to make wild super-powered lesbian love to her favorite flying redhead (who dressed like Britney Spears in her barely legal prime.)

They veered eastward over Brooklyn, taking a sharp north turn around the cool metal flame of the Statue of Liberty. Two minutes later, they descended toward a small apartment on East 86th street.

"Here we are, honey," Supergirl beamed as they made a smooth landing on her 32nd floor balcony.

"Your living quarters have an excellent view of that lovely glimmering strait," Starfire murmured.

"Yeah, I got a bitchin' view of the highly polluted East River, and Rikers prison where I've sent tons of crooks. Come inside and get more... comfortable," Supergirl added seductively. She opened a sliding glass door and led Starfire into a condo that was loaded with books, newspapers, and other tools of the trade for her alter-ego Kara Danvers, ace reporter for The Daily Planet.

"Let us have a grand feast in your living quarters, Kara Zor-El," Starfire uttered sweetly. "I'm hungry for fine earthly cuisine."

"Me too, Koriand'r. But why don't we have dessert first... if you catch my drift," Supergirl replied, cocking her head and winking slyly.

"I... do not 'catch your drift,'" Starfire uttered confusedly; still struggling to understand earthly slang terms and pop culture references.

"Here's a bigger hint, bitch."

Supergirl leaped into her arms and kissed her passionately. Realizing her 'drift' quite well, Starfire grabbed her nice ass and shoved her tongue down her throat.

"Oh my gods, Supergirl. I have needed your love just as much, but my conservative Tamaranian upbringing prevented me from initiating courtship. Especially toward a partner of the same gender."

"Shut up and kiss me back, you hot fucking ginger."

"Yes sir, Supergirl," Starfire giggled. She kissed her just as hard, getting just as wet between her latex-covered legs. That blonde vixen pulled back a minute later with a loud gasp, surging with intense desire.

"Get naked, bitch. I wanna fire your star."

"Yes sir, Supergirl," Starfire giggled. They undressed at super speed, revealing their hyper-feminine alien humanoid bodies. Sighing simultaneously in erotic awe.

"Damn, that fire crotch looks delicious," Supergirl snickered. She dropped to her knees on last sunday's Daily Planet and buried her face in Starfire's snatch. Licking, sucking, and slurping her pink folds loudly.

"Oh my gods! You are such an excellent Sapphic lover, Supergirl!" Starfire moaned toward the ceiling. "I never knew such homoerotic pleasures existed when I was enslaved to the warlords of Okaara."

"You were their sweet submissive bitch, and now you're my sweet submissive bitch," Supergirl growled. She sucked her clit like a tiny penis, making her moan louder. Then she chilled her genitalia with her blizzard breath, and warmed it up with her heat vision, filling Starfire with wild perverted pleasure. She grabbed her blonde head and mashed her pretty face against her red-haired crotch, quickly reaching a powerful squirting orgasm.

"Oooooh my gods! OooooohwwWWWAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Naughty ginger, soaking my face without permission," Supergirl growled. "You better return the favor."

"As you wish, my Kryptonian liege," Starfire uttered placidly. She dropped to her knees on last month's issue of The Metropolitan magazine, with yet another stupid anti-Trump cartoon on the front cover. She grabbed Supergirl's wide well-toned hips and ate her pussy just as aggressively.

"Holy shit, Starfire! That feels so good!" she groaned, with lingering solar energy supercharging the many nerve endings on her clit. She worked her tongue in slow elliptical laps around her outer labia, teasing Supergirl with many gentle flicks of her smooth tongue.

"Stop eating my pussy like a pussy. Fucking devour it!"

Starfire obeyed her order, chomping down on her little pink pleasure center, driving her insane with lust. She kept nibbling in that same gradual elliptical pattern, making Supergirl's lean buxom body shudder violently.

"Oh fuck, just like that, Starfire. You make it hurt so gooood!" she wailed plaintively. "I bet Raven wishes she had the balls to bang you first."

Starfire giggled with a mouthful of girl meat, then she pulled back and grinned slyly upward at Supergirl's snarling face. "That masculine goth girl is not the type I could ever engage in a Sapphic relationship with. I am attracted toward busty feminine superheroes."

"Shut up and eat my big fucking tits."

"Ah, yes. Those milky white mammaries look delicious," Starfire snickered. She got off the floor and jammed one of Supergirl's pointy pink nipples deep in her mouth, sucking it ravenously while working her clit with one hand and working Supergirl's clit with the other.

"Good girl, Starfire. I've seen you ogling my big breasts while we're fighting crime. I could tell you were a hardcore dyke behind that girly-girl facade. I'm bringing you out of the closet in style."

Starfire switched to her left breast, sucking it harder while squeezing the other one.

"Oh shit, that feels so good. We're from different planets, but we both love tits and pussies!"

A minute later, she pulled back and gazed into her radiant face with desperate desire. "Please, Supergirl. Fuck me like a man, and bring me to another staggering climax."

"Your wish is my command, ginger," Supergirl giggled. "Let's take this little tryst over to my little 'playground.'"

She levitated a foot off the floor, scooping Starfire up in her strong arms and flying her into a bedroom that was chock full of "adult toys."

"Oh my gods! You have every device imaginable for erotic recreation."

"Oh yeah, my libido is just as supercharged as everything else. I'm gonna pound your pussy on that sex swing."

She set Starfire down on the leopard fur-covered bench of a top-of-the-line TR-4500 PleasureMaster. She kicked her legs out and swung merrily back and forth, giggling like an innocent little red-haired girl. Supergirl grabbed a foot-long strap-on dildo, loving the smooth sleek feel of the genuine black leather straps as she fastened them snugly around her firm hips.

"I love being a lesbian!" Starfire beamed while swinging away. "That term is derived from Lesbos, a Greek island full of proud Amazonian warriors. Like Wonder Woman."

"Wonder Woman wonders why she doesn't get laid nearly as much as me," Supergirl remarked. She grabbed the leather-wrapped chains of the sex swing, abruptly stopping Starfire's forward motion. "Get your legs up in the air, ginger. Put your ankles through those holsters on the chains."

Starfire gladly obeyed her order, stretching her legs in a nice wide V-shape. Supergirl strapped her in securely, then she lubed up that huge fake dick with plenty of silicone jelly, and slammed it up her tight pink twat.

"Ooooh fuuuuck! Pound my submissive pussy, Supergirl!"

"Fuck yeah, you dirty ginger bitch."

She kept swinging her hips with great force, fucking and spanking Starfire like a supernatural dominatrix. Her cute little tits bounced wildly with every thrust, and the sex swing bounced in equal and opposite reactions.

"Oh my gods! That prosthetic penis feels so good, so deep in my throbbing vagina."

"I bet Robin never fucked you this good."

"Fuck Robin! That masked douchebag has a large ego, but a miniscule member."

"You're such a fucking slut, Starfire. You banged all those hunky dudes in the Justice League, and the Avengers!"

Supergirl smacked her heart-shaped ass harder, making her yelp in delight.

"Keep spanking my naughty ass, Supergirl! Turn it fucking red!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Take that big fucking dick, ginger! I wish I had a real one between my legs, so I could tear your ass up every fucking night."

"Harder, Supergirl! Dominate me just like Doomsday. Oh fuck, yes! You are my erotic kryptonite!"

The Woman of Steel kept fucking and spanking the shit out that ditzy Tamaranian vixen. Growling fiercely in a superhuman blur of white skin and yellow hair. Starfire's milky ass cheeks turned just as red as her hair. Her moaning grew louder and louder, until she finally reached an operatic crescendo. Exploding with more fluid fireworks, soaking Supergirl with hot soothing girl jizz.

"Fuck yeah, ginger. How's that for fucking like a man?"

"Oh my gaaaaahds. That was fucking amaaaaazing," Starfire groaned deliriously, with her big green eyes rolling back in her head.

"I'm gonna return the favor, all over your pretty face."

She unfastened Starfire from the sex swing, then she shoved her down on her knees and shoved her golden crotch right up in her grill. Jerking her clit at 200 MPH, quickly reaching her own soaking finish. Starfire stuck her tongue way out to taste that gushing goodness.

"Yeaaaaah, biiiiiiiiiitch!" Supergirl growled while fucking her soaking wet face. "You're a super fucking dyke!"

"Not as super as you," Starfire giggled sweetly. She got up and kissed that sexy blonde valkyrie in a heavy haze of endorphins, caressing her backside with tender loving care.

"Damn, girl, we're sweaty and sloppy as hell after that wild roll in the hay. Time for a nice cool shower in my mild-mannered bathroom."

Supergirl raised Starfire off the ground and flew her into the typically small bathroom of a middle-class Metropolitan who works for a major newspaper. She turned on the water and aimed the shower head at Starfire's pale perky tits, loving how the gleaming rivulets enhanced their ethereal beauty.

"My love for you is deep and true, Kara Zor-El," Starfire murmured as Supergirl lathered up her backside with fragrant Irish Spring soap.

"Right back atcha, babe," she snickered, smacking her soapy rump. "You should totally move in here and be my bitch every fucking night."

"I certainly will, Supergirl. But what will the tabloids think about our Sapphic cohabitation?"

"Fuck the goddamn tabloids, and fuck the Daily Planet too. They need our help to defeat the next Doomsday, so they can kiss our carpet-munching asses."