Yeah, I was fucking her, I was fucking her good. And tomorrow… Tomorrow I will become a superhero!
“Fuck, man, I think you’re hurting her!”
“Nah, she’s a bitch, she likes it! Yeah, you’re a bitch, aren’t you, bitch?”
I amaze myself, really! Fresh out of the military hospital, burned scars hurting like fucking hell, I was given exactly one day to meet family, go out with friends, make amendments with enemies, whatsoever.
“Take this opportunity to rekindle with your loved ones, mr. Johnson. Hug your parents, kiss you lovers. Because after that, you are ours. You will do well to remember that.”, because yeah, family and friends, for sure. In a couple of hours I got a broad to screw, and top of that I got my former boss to join us in a bitchwich.
What’s a bitchwich, you say? It’s when you put a bitch as filling between two guys, the two screwing her. As a sandwich of bitch, so, bitchwich. Clever, eh? And if you think there’s no way I’d manage a three way with just a couple of hours to spare, man, you know nothing of me. I was always a natural when it came to scoring big time with chicks. Ever since I was a kid. Back in the neighborhood, I would hit the scene with my gang, bust some skulls, bash some girls, and never, ever, return home on blue balls. With the best days, I got a good suck in a back alley from some, and then returned to score some other one. Some guys could get all they wanted from sports or computers, but bitches were all there was to me. I could miss the money, sure, but there was always some more stupid that would give me good cash. They were always the lonely ones, sitting alone at home while the husbands were bringing the cash home. They brought the cash, I took it.
I had some rules. Above all, more than anything else, no kissing, in no way. Kisses are for suckers and losers, mouths were only for sucking dick or ass. Was I to kiss someone who had been getting my shit? No fucking way! I couldn’t stand to lick pussy either, it was that smell, the taste, the fat meat! Made me want to puke. Now, I could get my mouth on their asses, that was a needed exception if I wanted to anal them and pop their cherry. Some girls were so tight if I didn’t give a good lick before I wouldn’t stick a needle there.
Get this, once I went for this church choir cunt, her daddy was a priest or something and had these fucking stupid ideas that fucking was only for married people and shit. She had daddy issues, for sure, and I used that to screw her good. I got to her bedroom once, and she was on all fours, and having the best time of her life. This idea of daddy being at church that moment, preaching how Jesus loved us so much he died for our sins, was getting me so crazy, I decided to take it out just before cumming and finish in her ass. But there you go, I hadn’t licked her before, and she was so tight I couldn’t shoot a bullet through her asshole. She panicked, started to cry and scream, saying sodomy was a sin, and I was all like, fuck, what the hell is she talking about, don’t even know if sodomy is PlayStation or XBox. Stupid cunt was escaping from me now, so I had to jerk off to finish it, when her brother came crashing down the room’s door. I escaped through the window. What a waste. Still, thinking of mommy cleaning my cum from the sheets while daddy preached for her soul was fucking hilarious! Well, lessons learned. Lick the cherry if you want to pop it.
So all this to assure you that, yeah, I was ripped, I was amazing, I was at the top of my game, a mean lean killing machine. Bitches’d better beware, for I was their master player! Almost crying here.
At eighteen I had to decide what to do for a living, and joining the Army was best. Unloading guns was as easy for me as unloading cum, and talk about chicks loving the uniform! Whenever we were off duty, we would hit the scene and I was blown away for how easy it was. And then I was blown for real, of course.
But then it went one of those things that seem like nothing and end up changing your life, like, forever. We were at this mission, some kids came running towards us, and I didn’t make anything of it. But I should have, because first thing I notice is all these molotov cocktails flying in the air to crash down on us, and next thing I know I’m fucking burning and it fucking hurts! Fucking brats were trying to kill us and now were running away! Having none of it. I unloaded my M240’s full cartridge on their skulls, blood and brains splattered everywhere.
I got them, but they’d got us. Third degree burns in my legs. Three months in the hospital, couldn’t walk like a man, eat like a man, piss or shit like a man. Tubes coming out of everywhere. Doctors were always talking of possible surgeries, skin grafts, muscle reconstruction. Not lying here, it was fucking dark. That’s when this old hag came to my room. Never had seen her before. Not too old. Still doable in her classy rich suit. But, fuck, my ball shrank just from seeing her enter the room. What the fuck was this? No movement in my balls for three months and the first motion I get is this? Who was this ball shriner slut?
She started to talk with these really long words, and I could swear the temperature dropped to freezing point. That she was a government representative, in search of highly exceptional individuals, there was an outstanding correlation in my genetic markups, and what the fuck else. To make a long story short, she was in the business of turning people into superheroes, and wanted me to be part of it. It seemed all superheroes were government agents, and not some do gooders acting for being so pure. So that was how it was. Some slob was picked by the feds, put in a lab, and in some months, it was fucking Superhuman flying around saving kittens and being all over the newspapers. All that time, kids loved it so much their daddies had no choice but to put millions for toys and lunch boxes and videogames and so much more.
By the end, this was the deal. Six months away from everyone that would grant me superpowers and abilities, including getting rid of all the burning scars. A uniform, a name, a mission. Being friendly on television, going to the interviews, saying all the right things. In the end, it was collecting the millions. Millions! And have you ever seen that Superhuman cunt, how skanks freaking lose their mind when he’s around? They wet themselves just seeing him, and that was the opportunity I was being given. Fuck, God, how coud you love me so much! Of course it was settled. And so I was given the chance to go back home just to say my goodbyes to my family, and that’s when you met me.
I’ll skip over the six months away from everyone, stuck in the lab. The old hag warned me it would be rough, but it was so fucking boring! Everyday being weighted, measured, experimented, tested, injected with something, X-Rayed. The only woman I got to see during all that time was the old hag, and I wanted to screw her so badly, but kid you not, my balls would refuse. What was that!
But as was promised, after six months I was done. I was given the codename Express. Fast, powerful, unavoidable. I liked it. I liked it very much. My bank account was filled with thousands, just as a start, millions would come. First mission was to get a kitty out of a tree and give it to its crying owner, who would end up always being a kid. At the same time, all the suckers from blogs and newspapers would be mysteriously invited and end up meeting me. Believe it, whenever there was a new superhero around town, there would be a lot of missing cats and crying kids. And when all the hints I was told to give to the press, all that you can count on me shit, and the smiles, I spotted my first chance. This really fuckable reporter, face like an angel, body like a devil, I really wanted to cum on her face. Fuck, I could hear her cunt squishing just from talking to me! Now, this was real power!
And then! And then… Fuck, all my life came crashing down. It was obvious. It should have been obvious, at least. Why the fuck so many skanks wanted to blowjob Superhuman, and it seems he was like a fucking virgin running away from them? Why would so many superheroes return to their HQ all alone, even after some villainess put herself on all fours and spread her asshole and begged him to put dick there, and he would do nothing? I’ll tell you why! I took that shit reporter, right, took it flying to the top of this really tall building, where you could see the sunset and all that fuckery. Man, this girl was drowning in her own cum, I’ll tell you! And she starts to give me a fucking amazing blowjob, I could tell she had had lots of it, and she was really good, and I was about to came, and I came, when I heard this somewhat familiar sound, something being crushed. I looked down, and her head was torn apart to fucking smithereens, her skull bashed open, her brain into a million pieces. It was as if a shotgun had got her right there. I ran. I had cum, and for now that would be enough, I would think of what the fuck had happened later.
So yeah, don’t you think this went away. Another girl, another blowjob, another skull torn apart by a shotgun. I would fuck some slut in missionary, and next think I know it’s cum and guts everywhere. A doggy style, and wouldn’t you know, shit is flying everywhere because she was torn apart. So, Einstein, follow the lead, super strength, super breath, super cum. Yeah, it was super fucking jizz! I was blowing those cunts myself, and couldn’t do anything about it! When I was starting the all superhero thing, I was taught how to control strength and such, but couldn’t do anything about this. I came, I destroyed. I jizzed, I ripped.
It didn’t take a lot of time for that old hag to show. A lot of women were being found torn apart around the city, the Internet was losing its mind, but she was the only one to connect the dots. Where I was, a woman would be found later. We got into a nasty fight. I called her a cunt, a liar, a bitch. I told I was going to snitch everything to newspapers and YouTubers. Her and that all superhero operations were done for. She took it all like a fucking ice queen, didn’t even flinch. But then, I threatened her kids, and… Well…
“You will do nothing about that, mister Express. I will not forbid you in any way, still you will not proceed with such a careless run of events. Do you feel that ulterior pain in your lower abdomen? Do you feel how it grows into humongous proportions, as if your own testicles were being crushed? Do you see yourself now, cowering in pain, receding into the fetal position as that same pain expands and multiplies exponentially? Oh, how do you pray for it to stop, how do you fear when it doesn’t, instead adding further layers of it. It’s a miserable experience, one that I’m giving to you now. You thought we would let products run around without a failsafe? That yours was the ultimate power? It’s not, mister Express, and you will do well to remember this. Whenever there is a woman torn, I will be here. Whenever there is a child threatened, I will be here. Whenever you, in any way, abuse what was given to you, I will be here. We invested a lot in you, and will see a sound return on that investment.”
Fuck. So that was that. I was done for. I hadn’t been so miserable ever since the times daddy took me to his special place. I thought she wasn’t being too serious, and even went to get sucked a couple more times, screw the blood and brains, but, as promised, she would be there. Whenever I got horny, I had no choice but to fly to fucking oblivion and jerk off there. What a fucking waste.
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