The Irresistible Goldenboy Ch. 01

[Goldenboy smirked. "You could always check. See if it still fits." He teased, cockily.]

A soft moan spilled past Batgirl's lips as her mind spat out numbers that she would have sworn were exaggerated had she not come to them herself. But they were, impossibly, implausibly, right. Comparing her hands to Sue's, a comparison she recalled perfectly from their brief meeting, and comparing Sue's hands to the cock, Goldenboy was enormous. 15 inches long, or 38.1 centimeters, with a circumference of 12.5 inches, or 31.75 centimeters. With those confirmed, her mind immediately began spitting out more numbers. The largest recorded human penis (13.5", 34 cm) was shorter by about 10%. Assuming Goldenboy's was a perfect cylinder (which it wasn't, but the math was pretty close) those numbers meant a diameter of 4 inches (10.1 cm), and a displacement volume of 188 cubic inches (12,210 cubic cm). Even as her mind chewed the numbers obsessively, her body reacted without thought. She could feel her nipples hardening into pebbles under her costume, her slit growing moist with hunger, her temperature rising as she got honrier than ever before, still staring at that hypnotic shaft.

[Sue pulled her hands away for a moment, fumbling with her gloves briefly to tug them off one hand, then the other, pale, slender fingers coming into view, her diamond wedding band glinting as it was exposed. As soon as they were free again, they returned to the looming leviathan, reluctant to have left it in the first place, the blond cooing at the touch of bare flesh on the warm, pulsing golden member. As her fingers coiled around it, she smiled up to the golden lover past the gleaming apple-sized knob. Her wedding band gleamed as she tugged the thick shaft down, leveling the weapon at her lips as her tongue peeked out to wet them. Without hesitation, she leaned forward, lips puckering as she slowly approached the cock, before finally planting a tender kiss on the tip of his gleaming crown. She let out a soft moan as her plush pink lips met the smooth, golden knob, the kiss lingering, growing deeper as her lips parted. She pushed herself forward, pressing more forcefully against the monstrous knob. Her writhing, probing tongue flicking over the smooth knob as she began to twist her head gently this way and that. She lustily kissed his fearsome cock in a passionate display of lewd affection, her eyes never leaving his, her wedding band sliding up and down his length as she worked it with both hands.]

Batgirl couldn't stand it anymore. She needed some kind of stimulation to ease the burning need growing within her. She found herself fumbling with one golden glove, pulling it off, the now-naked hand reaching for her utility belt. Her costume seemed to be seamless, free of weak points, at first glance, but it was, above all else, practical. If she had to take the whole thing off every time she needed to use the bathroom, she wouldn't get much crime-fighting done. As her finger tapped a button on the belt, there was a pop, and the segments protecting her crotch released their fasteners. Putting them aside, along with her glove, her bare hand swiftly found a hidden zipper in the front and pulled it down, the supple black armored fabric parting to bare her tender slit.

Batgirl's pale, neatly-shaven pussy was flushed and glistening with arousal, the only hair remaining carefully trimmed and groomed into a little red arrowhead pointing to her pulsing pleasure bud. She bit her lip. She'd never done anything like this in costume before. It just seemed... wrong. She wasn't exactly a virgin, but somehow masturbating in costume seemed... blasphemous. Like swearing in church. But her hesitation couldn't match the burning need in her slit, and her naked fingers descended toward her pussy, hesitating only once, an instant before her middle finger left her slit. When the finger finally met her lips, her eyes went wide, and she whimpered around the lip she chewed. It was so intense! She'd never been this sensitive before...

[Sue's cock-kiss broke with a wet pop, tongue flicking out one last time to dance over the smooth golden surface before she pulled away entirely, grinning up at the hero above. He smiled down at her with a teasing, playful glint in his eye. "That was quite the kiss, Mrs. Storm. Does your husband know you can kiss like that?"]

[Sue smirked. "I gave him a kiss like that one, on our anniversary. He came all over my hand and he was done for the night." She scoffed, then pushed forward, nuzzling almost cat-like against the mighty weapon. "But this cock..." she purred, planting a tender peck on it's length in with each pause. "This massive... beautiful... perfect cock... can last for hours... and hours... and keep cumming... over... and over... and over... I can kiss it... lick it... suck it... worship it... as long as I want... I can just spend hours... and hours... showing every... last.. inch... just how much... I love this cock..." she moaned, letting her tongue roll out to lavish a long, lusty lick on the lengthy log, lovingly lapping at the ludicrous lever.]

Batgirl bit harder at her lip to stifle her soft whimpers as her fingers went to work on her tender slit. Her eyes stayed fixed on the display of lusty worship filling the screen in front of her as her slender middle finger delved between her sensitive lips, teasing her inner folds as it ran up and down her slit. Every touch was like a static shock of pleasure, sudden and sharp, her insanely sensitive body reacting to every feathery touch. Each shocking bolt of electric pleasure arced along her nerves to her core, making her abs spasm. her touched grew more bold, more forceful, as her body came to crave the jolts of sensation, the first finger soon joined by a second. Her clit throbbed, given wide berth by her questing fingers, almost out of fear. If her lips were this sensitive, then her clit would be just... too much.

[Goldenboy groaned with pleasure under the eager, affectionate worship of Sue's mouth, her lusty words abandoned for action. She planted juicy kisses all around his golden girth, dragged her tongue over each and every inch of cock that came within reach, grazed her teeth over the bulging veins lining his shaft. Her hands cupped and massaged his heavy golden goose-eggs, eighting them and their heavy cargo in her palms. All the while, her eyes flicked back and forth between the object of her worshipful devotion and its owner, seeking approval in his shimmering sapphire orbs. It was a lovely sight. "Mmm, just like that." He murmured in encouragement. "That's it. Get it nice and wet. Show me how much you love it. Worship that cock." His voice was deep and full of authority as he took hold of her hair, steering her face this way and that over his length.]

Batgirl shouldn't have been doing this. Batgirl was a symbol of justice, a defender of the night, a fighter. She should be letting herself be affected by some guy's weird powers. She shouldn't be drooling over the sight of his glorious, glistening muscles, or melting to the sound if his powerful voice. She shouldn't be getting this turned on by his stallion-sized cock, or wishing she was on her knees in place of the woman on the screen. She shouldn't be sinking her teeth into one gloved finger to silence her moans. She shouldn't be spreading her thighs wider to make room for the fingers that definitely shouldn't be pushing into her dripping slit, finger-fucking herself in a computer room. But beneath Batgirl's cowl, Barbara Gordon was a woman, and no woman could resist the scene before her. Everything about her craved the pure, potent power of the monstrous prick that was swiftly dominating her mind.

[Suddenly Goldenboy pulled Sue back by her golden locks, pulling her off his shaft as she let loose a disappointed moan. He grinned down at her. "You'll get your chance for another taste later." He promised, letting go of her hair to take her by the hand and lift her to her feet. "Right now, I need something a little more... intense." He commented, suddenly pulling on her hand to pull her close, his strong arms wrapping around her to hold her there as he kissed her with a burning passion. With a soft moan, she seemed to melt against his impossibly hard body, his monstrous shaft pressed against her stomach as their tongues danced. The upper hand ran up her back to her neck, slipping under her hair to find the zipper at the back of her neck. She offered no resistance as he began to pull the zipper down, her tongue coiling with his while it slid down the contours of her spine until it stopped just above the swell of her ass. When the zipper stopped, he broke the kiss, grinning as he suddenly took a step back, leaving the dazed wife standing stunned. "Strip." He commanded, and she smiled.]

[She turned, looking back over one shoulder with a smirk as the took hold of the suit that clung to her like a second skin and tugged. The zipper parted wider and wider as she tugged, the blonde's pale, flawless flesh emerging from the royal blue material. She wasn't wearing a bra, her perfect breasts jiggling, full and natural, and capped with pebble-hard peachy-pink nipples. Her generous mounds looked closer to D cups without the tight grip of the material. Sue paused as the top of the jumpsuit fell away and she began to work the tight material past her slender waist and down to her generous hips. She gave them a seductive sway as she walked the material down one hip at a time, before it finally slipped over the widest part and fell down her long legs. She bent over to step out of her boots and the jumpsuit at the same time, thrusting her tight, heart-shaped ass high into the air and baring the smooth-shaven peach between her thighs, glistening with arousal.]

[As she spun around to face him once again, skin completely bare, she was met by his powerful golden body as he stepped forward. His powerful arms wrapped her in a strong embrace, her bare flesh pressing to his as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss. She gasped into his lips when she felt the hot iron shaft of his cock slip between her thighs, thick and pulsing against her needy pussy. Then, suddenly, they were both airborne, floating effortlessly off the ground, slowly rotating, her weight supported upon the leviathan cock. Their lustful embrace lofted higher and higher, tracing a slow spiral through the air until they came to a stop above the center of the bed. Slowly, they descended, tipping until he could lay her back upon the silky sheets below. When their lips finally parted, he was hovering just inches above her, grinning. "Tell me that you want." He commanded.]

[sue shivered, tightening her grip on his unyielding shoulders as she looked deep into his eyes, her wedding band gleaming, a symbol of a bond she now ignored as she began to speak, her tone deep and hot, but absolutely unwavering. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me like my husband never will. I want you to fuck me like a nasty cheating slut. I want you to take that fucking perfect monster cock and stuff my cheating pussy until I can't take it anymore. I want you to fuck me for hours, to make me cum, and cum, and cum, until I beg you for rest, and then I want you to keep fucking pounding me. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk, then fuck me until I pass out, and then fuck me awake again. I want you to keep me speared on your cock for days and days, until my husband finally wonders where I've been. I want you to send me back to him bow-legged and sore, and so full of your superior cum that I drip for a week. I want to be your personal married cum-dump, your spoiled size queen slave."]

Batgirl moaned into the palm of her gloved hand. Even from a recording, she could easily see and hear the absolute, unflinching honesty of Sue's words as she begged to get fucked. Her absolute devotion to Goldenboy, to his titanic cock, to the unfathomable pleasure he offered, a devotion stronger than her marriage, resonated in Batgirl's mind. Her fingers uncontrollably pushed deeper and deeper into her dripping slit, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. The concept of pleasure so intense that it was worth anything, worth everything, worked its way through the cracks in her mental armor to find purchase deep in the darkest recesses of her mind. Her fingers curled inside her, making her moan into her glove once again as she found a pleasure center inside herself.

[Goldenboy grinned, his impossibly huge shaft giving an appreciative lurch as his arousal grew. "Good answer." He commented, reaching down, a golden hand wrapping halfway around his massive shaft. He floated a little higher, raising his hips until the golden crown of his cock pointed at her sensitive, shaven slit, pulsing with anticipation. Sue's eyes were wide as she stared down her body through the valley of her breasts, eyes locked in fascination with his immense cock as it nosed against her delicate petals. Her hands balled into fists, wrapping around handfuls of his sheets for some sort of leverage as she bit her lip in anticipation.]

It couldn't possibly fit. His shaft was enormous, as big around as a man's forearm and insanely long. The logical portion of batgirl's mind, what little of it still functioned, screamed objections about the plausibility of the union, that it would be like giving birth backwards, at best. But Batgirl's curiosity was in charge now. She had to see it. She had to see what it was like, how it fit, how it felt. How anyone could possible give anyone pleasure enough to drive a married woman to such extremes.

[Goldenboy's hips pushed down, lacking no strength despite him being entirely without support to brace against, sinking slowly, with irresistible force. Sue's back arched sharply, her head rolling back as her voice rose to a scream, her lips parting around the titanic invader. Her body shook as the fist-sized head spread her slit open, wider and wider, as it bored implacably forward. It looked torturous, but for the sweet tones of her exultant, wailing cries. His golden body covered her slender, feminine one, floating just above her as he fed more and more unstoppable cock into her. It seemed an eternity before the head slipped through her vice-like entrance, the golden hero's pace unchanged as he continued to drive deeper and deeper into her.]

Just as the head pushed into the blonde on the screen, the redhead in front of it curled her fingers harder, eyes widening as they found her g-spot. As her digits made contact with the bundle of nerves her eyes went wide, gloved hand clamping harder over her lips as she let loose a deep, ragged moan. She was beyond sensitive, every brush of her fingers over the nerves sent lightning through her body. She was dripping with arousal, her sweet nectar soaking the fabric around her womanly core, her nipples diamond-hard against her armored costume. But even this wasn't enough. With her eyes riveted on the thick golden pillar plunging into Sue's body, a need grew inside her. A third finger joined the first two, making her slit stretch with a deeply satisfying ache. She'd never used three fingers before, she'd never needed three, but her need couldn't be satisfied. Her fingers seemed woefully insufficient compared to the brutal thickness ravaging the blonde's body.

[With six inches of golden cock filling her spasming slit, slightly less than half his incomparable cock, Sue let loose a throaty moan, head whipping side to side. Her fingers tightened their grip on his shoulders, nails raking over invulnerable skin, and suddenly she arched her entire body, slamming her hips up to meet his glacial descent. A foot of cock disappeared into her desperately needy pussy, barely three inches left outside her, and she moaned again. She locked her icy blue eyes with her lover's sapphire orbs. "Come on, stud, fuck me good. Fuck 'gentle', I want you to fuck me hard, deep, and fast, fuck me like I'm your personal whore!" She challenged. "I've been waiting a whole month for another taste of your cock, and I can't wait another second for every last inch of that fat, golden co-AAH!"]

[Her lusty plea was cut off with a sharp cry when Goldenboy gave her what she wanted. He dropped his hips hard, slamming her hips back down to the bed. There was a moment that almost seemed like slow motion as his cock paused, three inches still outside her, woefully un-fucked. Then her scream rose an octave and the last of his monster disappeared into her, plowing through an unseen barrier to let his hips smack hers loudly. An explosion of pleasure wracked her body as his cock filled depths no other cock ever would or could. Her body spasmed around the intruder, gripping like a vice on his shaft, her entire body writhing under the unfathomable pleasure that rolled out from her core that seemed to go on forever.]

Batgirl's trio of fingers thrust relentlessly, pushing into her slit to the knuckle, her eyes hungrily taking in every second of the file that played before her. Goldenboy's beastly cock, every last inch hilted in the deepest depths of an orgasmic, married superheroine. It was, by all logic, impossible. No cock that large should have been able to fit in any woman, let alone one so slender, so beautiful. Cervical penetration was just a myth, propagated by unrealistic porn. And yet, here she was, furiously fingering herself as she watched a woman hilt fifteen inches of beefy, superhuman cock, taking it all the way to the womb and loving every second of it. Not just watching, but desperately craving to take her place, longing for that perfect golden cock. None of this made any sense. The only part she understood was the need, growing deep inside her, growing stronger with each passing second, Her fingers jabbed at her g-spot once again, making her body stiffen and scream into her glove with barely-restrained passion.

[Goldenboy held himself there, hilted inside his lover, for a long moment, grinning wickedly as she came on his cock. "You really were desperate for my cock, weren't you?" He teased. "It's been awhile since you came just from putting it in." He added as her thrashing climax seemed to fade. Before she could form a proper response, he suddenly moved again, dragging half his beastly cock out of her, head teasing her sensitive inner walls. Then just as suddenly, he slammed the beast back in, battering through her resistance and into her deepest, most sacred depths once more, making her wail like a banshee as her body spasmed with an orgasmic aftershock.]

[With each mighty thrust, Goldenboy's thrusts grew faster, his hips pounding his unstoppable cock into her spasming slit with relentless speed. He took her, claimed her, used her body for his pleasure, and she loved every second of it. Her sweet moans of ecstasy rose and fell with each drive of his hips, her hands white-knuckling on his invulnerable shoulders as she held on for dear life. Each powerful stroke made her entire body jump, the force of his driving thrusts nearly pushing her into the headboard over and over. His hands, not needed to support himself, were eagerly at work, hungrily groping and kneading her wildly-jiggling breasts. His fingers deftly sought out her sensitive, diamond-hard nipples, teasing, tweaking, and tugging, provoking appreciative moans between her ragged cries of unfathomable lust.]

Batgirl winced as a fourth finger joined its neighbors driving into her desperately needy pussy, stretching her wider still. It was too much to handle and not enough to satisfy at once. She felt like she was losing her mind, she longed, craved, needed, but nothing she had was enough to satisfy her need. The hand over her mouth was losing its grip, fingers falling away, releasing her panting breaths and ragged moans to the world. Her body was so incredibly sensitive that it sang under the slightest touch, and each rub of her fingers on her sensitive spot sent bolts of pleasure beyond anything she'd known racing up her spine. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't fast enough, strong enough, big enough, hard enough... She needed more. She needed it now.