The Rise and Fall of The Queen of Hearts

After the NSA paid them a visit, the girls decided it was time to leave home. The government was snooping around. Everyone was suspicious, a little scared of the big breasted cheerleaders. Olivia was their leader. She had them train and practice, saying that they needed to use their powers for good. Gain the trust of the people and you gain their acceptence. It was a good speech. They practiced just as they had as a cheerleading squad, learning to work together. Tina experimented with size changes, Olivia tested her strength. She could lift an elephant with one hand. Betty could lift one with her mind. Betty lifted boulders and threw them hard and fast at Olivia, who punched them into dust.

After several months of practicing, twelve girls in cheerleading uniforms calling themselves The Wild Cats appeared on the scene. They all wore masks around their eyes. Their uniforms were plan cheerleading outfits, not related to their school as they didn't want to be linked back to their hometown. Their skirts were short, their bellys were bare. Betty wore biker shorts under her skirt to hold her cock down and to help hide it.

They began fighting crime. A nude masked blonde woman would fly in at supersonic speed to throw her body over a bomb, absorbing all the energy when it went off. Children trapped on the roof of a burning building found themselves magically lifted into the air and slowly lowered to the ground as a red headed woman in a cheerleading uniform hovered nearby. Terrorists plotting their attacks never noticed the half inch tall woman listening in on their plans. And so on. And so on. Soon they went from fighting crime to fighting off super villains almost as strong as themselves. Other cheerleading squads formed their own teams, like Femme Force, and some of the girls turned their powers to evil.

A year after the golden shower, Betty stood on the roof of the newly designed Hall Of Righteousness. Her eyes roamed the skys for any sign of the Queen of Hearts. Olivia had left thirty minutes ago to circle the globe. There, up in the sky, a streak at first, then a woman's body appearing as she slowed down. Soon a grinning Olivia was landing beside her on the roof. "It worked," she shouted.

"Obviously," answered Bettikinetic. This was the first time Olivia had ever flown at super speed and come back with clothes on. The new form fitted white swimsuit with the red blazened heart on the chest had held up. "Congratulations."

"No more nudity," cried Olivia, throwing her fist in the air.

The others had new uniforms too. Betty was the only one left that still looked like a cheerleader. "It's time," said Betty. "Lets head downstairs."

"... and so, to counteract this growing threat, I give you America's secret weapon against the threats that the meteor shower produced, The Righteous Squad! Parrot girl, Brobdinagia, Tiny Tina,..." As the man said each woman's name, they stepped forward to applause from the crowd. The streets of Washington DC were as filled with citizens looking to catch a glimpse of America's protectors. "Bettikinetic, the Queen's sidekick, and the Queen of Hearts, leader of The Righteous Squad.

Betty smiled and applauded. "Why do they always call me your sidekick?" she whispered.

"I don't know," said Olivia, waving to the crowd. She stepped up to the podium. "Thank you, Mr. President," she told the speaker before turning to address the crowd. "And thank you for coming and thank you for putting your faith in us."

"WE LOVE YOU QUEEN," shouted multiple members of the audience.

Betty applauded and smiled with the rest. She always remembered that day as one of the best in her life. Washington treated founding day like it did inauguration day. There were parties and balls all over the city. The girls traveled from party to party meeting and greeting the Capitol's rich, powerful, and famous.

They arrived back at the Hall of Righteousness late and drunk, except for Olivia who had a much higher metabolism. They were all tired and quickly retired to their rooms after saying their goodnights. Betty pulled her top off as she entered her room. She quickly dropped her skirt and wiggled out of her biker shorts. Looking at herself in the mirror. Her cock was already rising with anticipation.

Betty leaped onto the bed and opened the nearby drawer, taking out some lubrication and a box of tissues. She reached over to a nearby table and pressed a button on her laptop. The porn came on right where she wanted it. The white actress was on her knees sucking a black cock that would have impressed the hell out of Betty before the shower, now she saw it as small. Betty squirted lube in her palm and began stroking her cock.

Her vow against masturbation had only lasted three months. Her cock was getting hard all the time and her balls ached for release swelling bigger and bigger with each passing week. One morning, she laid in bed at her parents and stared at the posters of boy bands and a male pop singer on her wall. She started jerking her cock. At first, she thought she'd just jerk it off for a bit, but she quickly passed the point of no return, her hand moving faster and faster along her giant shaft. She couldn't believe how good it felt. And it got even better. The first time she ejaculated, a long stream of white seed shot up from the dark black tip of her cock, rising nearly four feet in the air before falling to splatter on her belly and breasts. "UNHHH!" grunted Betty, falling several feet down to her bed. She'd been so engrossed in jerking off, she hadn't realized she was levitating off her bed.

Instead of wiping up the spermy mess, she'd tried lifting all the semen off her body with her mind, but she had trouble with liquids. Instead, she levitated a roll of toilet paper from the bathroom and broke off wads of paper, wiping herself clean. She thought about jerking off a lot that day and her cock much to her consternation kept getting hard. She was an eighteen year old girl with an eighteen year old boy's sex drive, doubled because she'd gotten peed on by an exploding meteor. The cat was out of the bag and masturbation became a daily routine.

It didn't take long for her posters of boy bands to lose her interest. She turned to porn on the internet and she found she liked it. She read sex stories and downloaded movies everyday. Her crime fighting activities were mostly long periods of boredom interspersed with short incidents of adrenaline pumping action. She had plenty of time to play with herself.

Betty tried to find movies with good looking studs in them, quickly deciding that the female actresses should be hot too as good looking people fucking was better then one or no attractive people having sex. Something clicked in her, the first time a black male porn star appeared on the screen. She jerked her cock off while staring at the black stud taking the white actress doggy style. Her tastes went all interracial from that point. Black and white porn was the only kind she read or watched. One day, without even realizing it, Betty fired up the computer and started jerking off to an interracial blowjob. The man was standing, holding a camcorder straight down his fit black body and at a lovely red headed actress sucking his cock which was impressive for a normal human's. She was looking up into the camera as she sucked him. Betty found her black cock superimposed over the one on the screen as she jerked it. Suddenly, instead of pretending she was the female actress like she always did, she was now the male feeding his cock to a horny slut. From then on, she was always the male in her fantasies.

Six months after the Hall had been founded, Betty found herself in her bed, preparing to masturbate when she noticed a package sitting on her desk. She picked it up with a smile. The Righteous Squad swimsuit calendar had come out. There was Olivia on the cover in a skimpy bikini, fists on her hips like the hero she was. The others were arranged behind her. They were all wearing identical, American flag bikinis. Betty was the only one different, adding a flag patterned pair of low hanging sweats to hide her penis. Her eyes roamed the picture, it was good as were all the pictures in it. All the proceeds went to a fund to build new housing facilities for powered individuals at maximum security prisons. It had been a fun day, posing for photographers. Modeling had been a profession she considered.

The first picture was one of Parrot Girl. She was in the flag bikini, perched on a branch, her brightly colored wings spread open behind her. Parrot Girl was wearing her Macaw headed helmet, the beak curved down to protect her nose. Her head was turned looking off in the distance. Bettikinetic was laying on a beach set, hovering over her chair, a mixed drink hovering beside her. Betty thought she looked great and if she hadn't ended up with a huge cock, she might have pursued a modeling career. Brobdinagia was posed on a giant fake beanstalk.

And then there was Olivia.

The Queen had her mask on and the patriotic bikini. She was posed as any swimsuit model would, on her knees, magnificent body fully on display. Her hands were in her hair, holding it up. Normally, the pose was one women did in the breakers, small waves rolling over their legs, their skin glistening in the sun. Olivia was on the moon. The caption on the calendar page explained how The Queen had flown the tripod mounted camera to the moon and the photographers had remotely controlled it from earth. She could hold her breath for a long time and had brought a portable oxygen tank along with her.

Already semi-stiff from anticipating getting off, her cock started hardening as she looked at the sexy picture of her best friend. Betty grabbed the hand lotion from beside her bed, squirted a generous dollop into her palm and began stroking her cock looking at the sexy picture of Olivia. She felt a little guilty jerking off to a picture of her BFF, but it also made her feel a little naughty and she liked feeling naughty. Her hand started moving faster up and down her thick shaft. Betty used her telekinetic power to strip the bikini off her best friend. Olivia gasped in surprise, her nipples hardening in the presence of Betty's manly cock. The Queen of Hearts kneeled and took Betty's cock in her hand. "I love your big black cock, Betty. I want to suck on it and then I want you to fuck me!" Betty's hot seed blew from the tip of her cock covering Olivia in sperm or more precisely, the calendar picture of Olivia. Betty panted heavily as she came down from her orgasm. The calendar page was dripping with cum. She was going to need a new calendar.

After that, Olivia became a favorite source for Betty's masturbatory fantasies, not the sole one, but the most common. She jerked off to pictures of all her fellow heroes, some actresses, and models, and even some female villains. One day, she was slowly jerking off to a nude picture of Olivia on her tablet. There were many on the internet captured back before she'd gotten a suit that would stay on her. She was pretending Olivia was sucking her cock. In her fantasies, the Queen could always deep throat her and absolutely loved sucking her cock even though she knew that Olivia hadn't particularly cared for doing oral on a guy back when she was with Joe. Betty had rather enjoyed it, not because she liked choking on a piece of man meat, but she liked it when men became putty in her hands and a good blow job could get a guy to do anything for you. Betty wanted to know what it felt like having her cock sucked. It felt amazing jerking it off and the way men reacted to a blow job must mean it felt even better.

Betty quickly sat up in the bed when something dawned on her. Her cock was a foot long! She sat on the edge of the bed and put the tablet on the floor between her pretty little white feet with her nails painted green. Her cock head scraped across her cheek, leaving a slimy trail as she bent to put the tablet down. She grabbed the base of her cock and looked at the picture of Olivia nude. The Queen was flying, coming in for a landing and the camera angle was aimed upwards. Betty bent down just a little and let her tongue twirl around the head of her cock. The pleasure was electrifying!

Betty took her cock head in her mouth and licked all around it. She began sucking her cock while her eyes stared down her shaft and the big full testicles splayed out over her mattress down to the nude picture of her best friend. She decided one thing pretty fast. Getting a blow job felt good! Real Good!. She could only bend her back enough to take maybe half of her cock another inch or two if she strained her back muscles, but that wasn't really necessary. Her jaw was straining too. She'd deep throated plenty of guys and that was about the length of half her cock, but the added thickness really stretched her jaw and throat out. It didn't feel quite right, but then it should be some slut on her knees sucking Betty's cock and taking it down her throat balls deep too, not Betty herself doing it.

The sperm welled up in her balls. Betty bobbed her head faster. She relaxed her throat just as the cum shout out across her tonsils. It was as hot as she remembered male semen tasting. Betty pulled back, letting her cum fill her mouth. She'd never cared for the taste of her boyfriend's ejaculate, but hers was different. Her cum tasted good and she'd heard the same from girls that had hooked up with male superheroes. Not only did it taste good, but you could apparently live off one of the showered's seed. She kept the head in her mouth, stroking her mighty shaft with her hands, gulping her cum down as fast as it flew from her cock head. She'd keep cumming as long as she stroked her cock, but eventually her belly filled and she released it, keeping her lips pursed over her pee slit to get the last few wads. Betty looked down at the picture of Olivia. It had faded out now, so she tapped it with her toe to make it bright again. "You don't know what you are missing," she told the picture of her friend.

Betty's cum became a regular part of her diet after that. She'd lean over and blow herself at least once a week, often more. Mostly, she'd just masturbate like normal, but while arching her back and aiming her cock head at her mouth instead of pointing it straight up. Her hot seed would blast all over her face, most of it flying into her mouth. Sometimes, she wanted more scooping it up off her cheeks or breasts and into her hungry mouth. But what she really wanted was to be feeding it to someone else.

"Someday, baby," she promised her cock while kissing the head. She was getting hornier and hornier for some physical contact. The problem was who could she hook up with? Lets face it, she was hot. A guy would be easy to bring home, but what kind of guy would stay with her after finding out she had a penis more then likely twice as big as his own? No, she wanted a woman. Preferably a white woman. Yeah, she wanted a white woman sucking her black African cock. One who'd willingly suck her cock and then beg to have Betty shove it balls deep in her white pussy too. She'd just cum, but her cock reversed course and started hardening again. The kiss on the head quickly turned into a blow job as she fantasized about the first time she'd take a white woman. Betty was unaware at that time, but she was about to get her wish in just a few weeks when the Queen of Hearts, in a moment of weakness gave Baron Samedi a hand job.

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Betty stretched out like a cat before she threw herself down on her bed. She was topless, her heavy breasts were so proud and full, there was no sag and she didn't need to wear a bra. She enjoyed being mostly nude in the privacy of her own room. She was wearing baggy shorts that did a semi good job of hiding the large bulge under them. She was thinking about Olivia or maybe Parrot Girl, but her mood was for something a little more xxx rated then staring at bikini pictures of her friends. She reached out towards her laptop to bring it out of sleep so she could check out some new interracial porn she'd recently downloaded. The female star was a big breasted blue eyed blonde that reminded her of a slutty version of Olivia and the black stud had a dick bigger then any she'd seen on a regular man. Her cock was already hardening in anticipation.

Before her finger came down on the button, there was a loud thump upstairs. Betty paused. There was another thump and another. Only the Queen of Hearts made those noises. Olivia always landed on the roof and usually just jumped down the stairwell, going from landing to landing. Betty suspected something was up, she slipped her hand out of her shorts and pulled her hand away from her computer. Sure enough, there was a loud knock on her door a few seconds later. "Come in," she called, sitting up immediately when she saw the state of The Queen's suit. "Oh my god, Olive! Are you alright?"

"No," Olivia sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she came into Betty's room.

Betty stood up. Her eyes fell on the full beautiful DD exposed breast with a fully erect nipple. The Queen's suits were nearly impervious, but the fabric surrounding her breast was blackened. Her belly and navel were exposed too with burn holes in her big red heart. "Shango?"

Olivia nodded. "And the Baron." She stared into Betty's green eyes, tears still rolling down her cheeks. "Betts?" The Queen looked so ashamed right then and there. Her cheeks turned red.

Betty's senses took in some other less obvious signs on her best friend. There were flaky stains on the Queen's heart. Dried flakes covered her breast too, the erect nipple, her chin, and the Queen's tears were cutting rivulets through more splattered flakes. Bits of Olivia's hair were clumped together by the sticky material. Betty knew instantly what it was. Her own body had looked like that this morning when she let her cock cum all over her face and chest. "What happened?"

"Oh Betts, I jerked him off," cried the Queen, throwing herself into her best friend's arms.

Betty hugged her best friend tight, slowly caressing her silky blonde hair. "It's alright Olive," she whispered. Betty felt her nipples harden. Her naked pale white breast was pressed hard against Olivia's bare breast that had been exposed when Shango's lightning burned her power suit. Bettikinetic's paler pinkish nipple was hard and poking against the Queen's rosier nipple. Olivia's nipple was hard too, but not from their contact, she was still aroused after her encounter with Baron Samedi. Something else was stirring too. Betty broke their embrace even as her cock swelled up with blood from pressing against the Queen's crotch. "You're a mess. Lets get you washed up."

"Ok," mumbled Olivia, still in shock over the afternoon's events.

Betty took her hand and led her over to her bathroom. The knobs turned themselves on and the shower door slid open at a thought from Bettikinetic. Betty felt the water, to make sure the temperature was right. She turned to look at her best friend. The Queen of Hearts was pulling her suit out and down. The burn marks were gone and Olivia's belly was no longer visible. The self healing suit was busy repairing itself. Soon, if she hadn't been stripping, the suit would be covering her breast again. It was an impressive piece of tech, self repairing, it clung to her body tight enough that it didn't fly off when she went supersonic, and it's colors never faded.

Betty gulped watching Olivia strip. Her cock extended an inch when both the Queen's breasts appeared. They were truly magnificent. Strange, but Betty had always hated big breasts before the golden shower. She and Olivia had even been mean to one of the girls in junior high school that had developed boobs early. Now, she was very fond of her DD bosom. Her nipples had grown particularly sensitive and she often pinched one while jerking herself off.