Ex-Superheroes

by A. J. Markam

  “You’re still giving it back,” Nova snapped.

  “Fuck you, you gaijin bitch,” Yuki fumed. “If that’s the deal, I’m not helping you at all.”

  Nova looked pissed. “Regardless, we’re still taking it back.”

  “Maybe you didn’t hear me. Fuck… YOU.”

  “All right, all right,” I said, stepping in between them. First I looked at Yuki. “We’ll see about the US buying the Ephemera off you. Maybe we can make a deal.”

  Nova looked incensed. “No we ca– ”

  “We have bigger problems right now,” I interrupted her. “Like we need another jet, pronto.”

  Nova glowered. “Harding’s not going to go for that.”

  “Too bad. Cost of doing business.”

  “That was a hundred-million dollar sparkjet!”

  “They’ve got more. Contact Harding. Tell him what happened and that we need another jet.” Then I turned to Yuki. “You said you had a place we could hole up for a while?”

  “What about here?” she said, looking around. “I like it!”

  “It’s great,” I agreed, “until the owners come back or somebody reports us.”

  Yuki sighed. “I have a place, but it’s in the industrial section of Tokyo.”

  “Good.”

  “Closer to Tonmonoshitsu,” she pointed out.

  “We’ll be closer to the action, then.”

  “Speaking of action,” Yuki purred as she snuggled up right next to me, “we should take advantage of this place while we have it.”

  Her breasts brushed against my abs, and I felt the hard tips of her nipples against my skin.

  My erection had been fading over the last minute, but now it sprang back to attention.

  Yuki felt it, grabbed it through the wet material of my pants, and began to stroke it softly.

  Fuuuuuuck.

  “Didn’t you just get out of prison?” Yuki asked.

  “Yup.”

  “Have you fucked anybody yet?”

  “Nope.”

  “Yaaaay!” she squealed, grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards the bedroom. As we went, she looked over at Nova. “You’re welcome to join in, Angelica-san!”

  Nova stared at her. “Just a minute ago you wanted to kill me.”

  “Ahhh,” Yuki said cheerfully, waving one hand. “We can still have fun!”

  Nova blushed deep red. “Uh… no thanks.”

  “Your loss!” Yuki grinned as she dragged me down the hall, into a bedroom, and shut the door behind us.

  The last I saw of Nova, she was looking like the kid who didn’t get picked for kickball during recess.

  16

  As soon as the door was closed, I basically attacked Yuki, grabbing her by the ass and pulling her in close for a kiss.

  Of course, she attacked me just as enthusiastically.

  We kissed hard and deep, and I drank in her taste, sweet like a peach.

  I ran my hands up and down her soft back – and when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I spun her around and kissed her neck as I cupped her heavy, firm breasts in my hands.

  God damn they felt amazing.

  As I manhandled her tits, I started biting her neck lightly.

  Yuki moaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts harder into my hands.

  I pinched her nipples – lightly at first, then harder. She moaned even louder.

  Yuki always did like a little pain with her pleasure.

  Finally she couldn’t stand it anymore. She turned around, dropped to her knees, and hastily unbuckled my pants.

  My cock sprang out at her face, the head swollen and tight.

  She moaned when she saw it, then gripped my shaft in her tiny hand.

  “Hunter-san,” she sighed, and looked up at me with her big brown eyes. “Oh, how I’ve missed you…”

  Then she opened her mouth wide, took me between her lips, and began to suck.

  I groaned and tilted my head back.

  I’d dreamt of blowjobs every night in Karkarin – but the reality was so much better than the dream.

  Yuki was first-rate, and very enthusiastic.

  She cupped my sack with her free hand and tickled my balls with her fingertips. The other hand stroked my shaft as her head bobbed up and down on my crown. She moaned lustily as she licked and sucked.

  FUUUUUCK.

  Good as her mouth was, though, I knew her pussy was better.

  I stopped her and pulled her roughly to her feet, grabbed her under her arms, and threw her shrieking happily onto the bed.

  She grinned up at me with a gleam in her eye as I shucked off my boots and pants.

  I crawled up on the bed on top of her, and she eagerly spread her legs.

  “Oh, Hunter-san,” she whimpered, and watched hungrily as I took my cock in hand and guided it between her thighs.

  I pressed the tip to her lips.

  She was very, very wet – and not from the Pacific.

  I eased my head gently inside her. Good thing I was already wet from the blowjob, because Yuki was tight – just like I remembered.

  “Oh HUNTER-san,” she moaned as I slid inside her.

  Halfway in, she bit her lower lip, wrapped her legs around my waist, and gouged her fingernails into my back.

  “OH HUNTER-SAN!” she cried out as I plunged in all the way.

  FUUUUUUCK.

  Being inside her was the best thing that had happened to me in over a year.

  I began easing in and out of her, giving her a chance to get used to me.

  She whimpered and moaned and kissed me hard.

  I pulled all the way out until just my head was between her soft, wet lips – and then I drove deep inside her with one savage stroke.

  “OH!” she cried out.

  I did it again, pulling out far and then thrusting in deep.

  “OH!”

  “You like that?” I growled into her ear.

  “Hai!” she moaned, and dug her fingernails into my ass, urging me to do it again. “Faster!”

  I pounded her hard as I could, and she began wailing high-pitched, feminine shrieks of pleasure.

  I braced myself on my forearms so I could get a good view.

  Her breasts, flattened out into delicious mounds on her chest, wobbled up and down with every stroke, every slap of my pelvis against her thighs.

  She looked up at me through half-lidded eyes glazed over with lust.

  Then I began switching it up, going shallow… slowing down… making her wait for it…

  Her eyes grew large again. “No… no, don’t stop – ”

  I thrust inside her again, deep and hard.

  “OH!” she cried out. “OH!”

  I was getting close to coming, and I didn’t want to yet – so I pulled out of her.

  “Nooooo!” she pouted. “I was so close to coming!”

  “Oh, you’re going to come, alright,” I said, and flipped her over like a rag doll onto her belly. I took a second to check out her tight, lovely little ass. “Now get on all fours.”

  “Ohhhh Hunter-san,” she grinned, and scrambled up onto her hands and knees.

  Doggy-style was her favorite position – and I wanted to hear her scream like a banshee.

  She spread her legs, and I forced the head of my cock between her wet lips. This time it went in smooth and quick with one long, deep stroke.

  I could feel the head of my cock bottoming out inside her as my pelvis pressed against her ass.

  “Unnnnnnhhh,” Yuki groaned, hanging her head down on the bed. “That feels SO GOOD…”

  I began moving in and out of her, slow at first, then faster and faster.

  “Oh – oh – oh – oh – ” Yuki moaned, and bunched up the sheets of the bed in her hands.

  I began to thrust hard and deep, my pelvis slap slap slapping her ass.

  “OH – OH – OH – OH!” Yuki screamed.

  I reached around her and cupped one breast in my hand. Jesus her tits were magnificent, heavy and full as t
hey swung back and forth, the tiny little nipple grazing my palm. I grabbed it between my fingers and pinched hard.

  “OH HUNTER-SAN!” she screamed as I slammed into her from behind.

  From that point on she started yammering away in Japanese.

  Which nearly made me come, it was so hot.

  I love it when a chick starts talking to you in a foreign language during sex. Especially when you know it’s because you’re fucking her so good and she’s enjoying it so much that she’s lost her ability to speak English.

  “Oh, Hunter-san – you’re driving me crazy – you’re so deep – SO DEEP – oh – oh god, I’m coming – I’m COMIIIIIING – AAAAAAAH – ”

  One thing about Yuki: she was a squirter.

  I felt hot liquid spray against my balls, and that was what tipped me over the edge.

  “GAAAAAAH!” I roared, and had probably the best orgasm of my life. Felt like I shot a bucket of cum inside her, it went on for so long.

  That’s what being in prison for a year’ll do to you.

  Her arms and legs gave way, and I collapsed to top of her. Rather than crush her, I rolled to the side but stayed inside her, my cock still hard, and reached around and fondled her breasts with my hands.

  Her thighs were still trembling from the aftershock of her orgasm, and she continued to make high-pitched noises. “Aah… aah… aah…”

  I kissed her neck as I slowly moved my still-hard cock in and out of her.

  Eventually she twisted her neck around and kissed me softly as I continued to fondle her breasts.

  “You came a lot,” she giggled.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “And you’re still hard,” she whispered.

  “Uh-huh.”

  She looked me in the eyes and grinned. “Want to do it again?”

  “Fuck yes,” I said, and began thrusting inside her harder.

  She closed her eyes in bliss and moaned. “Oh, Hunter-san… I’ve missed you so much…”

  17

  After a couple of hours of fucking Yuki’s brains out, I was famished. I left her to recover in a state of post-orgasmic bliss and padded naked into the kitchen.

  I opened the fridge and was looking at what was available –

  “Jesus, will you PLEASE cover up?” a woman’s voice snarled.

  I looked over to see Nova sitting at the kitchen table in somebody else’s clothes. The lady of the house must have been a lot shorter and not nearly as busty, because the sundress Nova was wearing only came up to her mid-thighs, and her tits were very nearly spilling over the top.

  If I hadn’t just busted a nut three times in the last two hours, I would have immediately gotten a five-alarm-fire hard-on.

  As it was, it took about 15 seconds.

  Nova was blushing and averting her eyes, but she wasn’t quite as red as her uniform, which was hanging up on a hanger from a cabinet door.

  There weren’t any towels within reach, so as a compromise I just stepped behind the open refrigerator door. But I decided to have a little fun with her.

  “Why cover up?” I asked. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, right? Maybe not one this big, but…”

  She leaned over (which gave me an even better view of her rack), grabbed a damp towel from the table, and threw it at me.

  “Stop rhapsodizing about your dick and cover it up,” she said crossly.

  I grabbed the towel midair and draped it around my waist. “Rhapsodizing about my dick… I’ll have to remember that. We too loud for you?”

  Now she was as red as her uniform.

  She scowled and said, “You could try to keep quieter next time.”

  “I’ll make a note,” I said and looked back into the fridge.

  “Where’s Yuki?”

  “Passed out. One too many orgasms, I guess. I’m sure you heard.”

  Nova didn’t say anything.

  “Any word from Harding?” I asked.

  “Yes. He’s not giving us another jet until we kill Antimatter.”

  I turned around in disbelief. “Are you shitting me?”

  “No.”

  “That means we’re stuck here!”

  “No, it means we have to do what we came here to do,” she said snootily.

  Harding could be a real son of a bitch when he wanted to be. He’d demonstrated it plenty of times back in my SPCC days, and he was reminding me of it all over again. And even though he wasn’t physically here right now, he had a pretty good female stand-in with a stick so far up her ass it would take a surgical team to get it out.

  “Motherfucker,” I snarled, then calmed myself down. I wasn’t going to let the prick – or his righthand bitch – get to me. “Fine, we’ll make it work. But tell him he can go fuck himself.”

  “I will not be telling him that.”

  “Whatever.” As I pulled a jar of olives and a bottle of water out of the fridge, I glanced over and noticed she refused to look at me. “What’s the problem?”

  She still kept her eyes averted. “I am not going to tell a four-star general to go fuck himself, that’s the pr– ”

  “Not that. Why aren’t you looking at me? I’ve got all the naughty bits covered.”

  She stared at the wall. “Unlike you, I don’t like people walking around naked.”

  “I’m not naked.” I shut the refrigerator door and dropped the towel. “See? Now I’m naked.”

  She couldn’t help herself – she sneaked a peek at my junk, then blushed even harder and hurriedly looked away. “Would you PLEASE – ”

  “Don’t get your panties all wet, babe,” I said as I cinched the towel around my waist again.

  “You are HARDLY enough to get my panties wet, McNeil.”

  “Oh yeah? What’s your deal then… ‘Angelica’?” I said mockingly.

  “It’s Nova to you,” she snapped. “And what do you mean, ‘what’s my deal’?”

  “You were really giving Yuki the once-over when she was parading around in her birthday suit.”

  Nova shifted uncomfortably. “It was shocking, that’s all.”

  “Are you into chicks?”

  Now she was beet-red again. “That is none of your business.”

  “So you are. Are you into guys?”

  “I’m not into YOU, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  “Fair enough. There’s no accounting for taste.” I grinned and pointed towards the bedroom. “Well, I’m gonna go in and have some more sex. You’re more than welcome to join us. In fact, seeing as you don’t like guys – or me, anyway – I can let you and Yuki go at it alone for a while. I know for a fact she swings both ways, and she’d love to go down on you.”

  Nova tried to sound offended, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her. “Don’t be disgusting.”

  “Not being disgusting, just stating facts. If you don’t want to join in, then we’ll try to keep it down.” I paused. “Actually… no, we won’t.”

  I grabbed my olives and water bottle and walked out of the room. As I left, I yanked off the towel and tossed it at her.

  “Here you go. I won’t be needing it anymore.”

  Nova didn’t know that I could see her reflected in the glass on a picture frame as I walked out of the room.

  She was totally checking out my ass – even leaning over a little bit to do it.

  Interesting.

  Something told me Lt. Angelica Smith was going to be a tough nut to crack… but in the end, it would be worth it.

  There was a joke in there about nutting, a crack, and an end – nutting in her end? Nutting in her crack? – but I dropped it. I had a hot Japanese chick to go bang for the next couple of hours.

  18

  We stayed at the house until dark. By then we’d eaten a meal and our clothes were completely dry.

  Yuki removed the broomsticks phased through the doors, and Nova demanded I leave $500 worth of yen on the table for the owner’s trouble.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Not only did we break i
nto their house, but you had sex in their bed,” she said distastefully.

  We were probably the first burglars in history to actually leave money for the person whose house we broke into, but whatever. I didn’t want to argue with Nova. She was such a ball of tightly wound sexual tension that she was just looking for a chance to explode in a fight, and I wasn’t going to give her an excuse.

  Then Yuki went scouting other unoccupied houses until we found one with a busted-up old Honda in the garage and a pair of keys hanging on the wall. At Nova’s insistence, I left another $3000 in yen, which was probably twice what the thing was worth.

  Being a good guy was fucking expensive.

  Then I drove us an hour and a half from the peninsula into Tokyo, across the giant bridge that crossed Tokyo Bay. Once we got close to Yuki’s neighborhood, we ditched the car and walked the rest of the way.

  Yuki’s place was in a warehouse in Tokyo’s industrial section. The warehouse was still operational, with a real business running out of it during the day.

  It was also a piece of shit on the outside, but it hid something pretty incredible beneath the ground.

  Apparently the warehouse had a 130-year-old bomb shelter left over from World War II. Yuki had turned it into a snazzy little underground lair, complete with plumbing, electricity, heating and AC, surveillance cameras, and air filtration – but she’d blocked off the original exit so it was only reachable by phasing through 20 feet of steel and concrete.

  There was also an old ventilation shaft that led to the surface, outfitted with the door to a metal safe door, but that was the only way in or out for anybody who couldn’t phase. She told us the eight-digit code for the door’s keypad, and I memorized it immediately.

  Once Yuki phased us inside from street level, she gave us the tour. The bunker was about 2000 square feet of space divided into a kitchen, a living area, a bedroom, a workshop, and an office. She’d done it up nicely, with some leather couches, bright paint, and minimalist furniture. She even had a few huge TVs on the wall that played continual footage of rainforests and South Pacific beaches. You’d never even know you were 20 feet underground.

  When she showed us the bedroom, she quickly shucked off her leather catsuit and switched into a t-shirt and sweat pants.