Blonde Marvel

(Editor’s note: I received this story via email from a fan claiming to hail from Germany. Having lived there a few years while stationed in the military, I was pleased to learn the Blonde Marvel had a number of readers there.-Darrellsan.)

By Frau Ursula Shtup

“Oh! YES! YES! YES! Oh!! YESSSSSSS!!!” She moaned over and over again as one orgasm slid into another then another until she lost count of them and just thought of it as one glorious orgasm.

Or mind boggling earth shattering orgasmic bliss that kept her so utterly exhausted 3 days now. Angela’s brain barely kept her body’s auto response features (such as breathing) active even though sheer and utter exhaustion was threatening to reduce her to a babbling fool who couldn’t muster enough strength to plead for him to stop so she could rest. He simply overwhelmed her easily by steadily maintaining his pace on her body sexually and not allowing rest whatsoever to come. Poor Angela hadn’t a clue that the man she thought was her husband was really a nemesis who was set to destroy her by the powerful crime family who suffered from her meddling crime fighting had cost them millions upon millions of dollars.

Of course it hadn’t begun this way and she knew exactly who he was…….

A contract was put out on the Blonde Marvel and all had failed since they pitted themselves against the superheroine. He chose her alter-ego instead of the direct approach all of the others tried with as much result as an ice cube in the heat of the sun trying to retain its shape with no refrigeration. All failed miserably as he would’ve too but he studied her and waited until a mistake was made and an opening provided itself to him to rid his employers of her troublesome meddling. After all, he was the best in his field, the ultimate of the elite and Paxik had his ways others only dreamed about.

So when he was in a hidden spot and saw her amazing transformation from superheroine to wife, mother, average day – to – day woman of today, he knew just where to strike. His study of her nearly took 5 days of secret hideouts and following her from a distance, but after all that time he knew who she was in her Angela guise, her hubby Harold, his work schedule, their 2 kids Cassie and Nick, and all their timetables home, work, school, play. He had smiled when he first saw her transform from BM to the pretty blonde housewife in her back yard. He realized that the process apparently is a one way thing since her superheroine outfit replaced a set of clothes but when she switched from the Blonde Marvel to her normal persona she was in her birthday suit.

Not that he was complaining. She appeared naked as a jaybird now in her yard and though it was the middle of the night, she was taking a chance nobody saw her. His eyebrows went up as he took in her splendid body and he felt arousal when she bent over to get a bundle wrapped in plastic under one of the shed’s window sills behind a loose panel. He smiled thinking of this time tomorrow when she wouldn’t be able to find a hidden bundle of clothes and a well placed unseen camera or two taking a series of photos that he’d use against her either for blackmail or to expose her.

She dressed quickly in the dark yard, feeling safe from neighbors, though she could be seen clearly if someone used night vision glasses. “My dear Mrs. Zaftig, hope you are wearing those sexy panties tomorrow for the cameras. Mmm!!” Careful not to make a sound he chuckled under his breath as the big pretty blonde woman rushed inside a door to her home. Stepping out of the shadows from a yard next door he said in a low voice: “Wait til tomorrow, we’ll have alotta fun!”

23 hours later the BM landed quietly into a yard and transformed, her famous blue and red costume vanishing in a brief flash revealing a totally naked Angela. Like the night before she bent over to reach for the bundle of wrapped clothes and found it further than she remembered it being. Taking extra time to retrieve it and forced to reach more she was unaware of the three cameras taking dozens of pix of her nudity or the man in the shadows enjoying the view of her sexy voluptuous body. He smiled as she finally pulled out the bundle and stood up to dress in the clothes within. Watching her face he smiled as a frown plainly shown on it. He thought: “That’s it darling, try to recall if you were hurrying this morning and maybe the bundle was shoved in deeper than you normally. It’s quite possible.”

He saw her shrug in dismissal and begin putting her top on then struggle with her bottom, pausing as if wondering how much weight she has gained recently which COULD explain the struggle of too tight skirt…..maybe. As Angela struggled to zip up her skirt he smiled as he thought of the risqué’ outfit she’d find next time, wondering if he’d be able to find duplicate items of the clothes she choose in a size smaller like he did today. He figured he would have maybe 1 more night before an alarm sounded in her mind and she’d know someone was doing a switch with her extra clothes. He knew he had her cold and could not for tomorrow and how she’d be sitting on his lap with this rock hard shaft buried to the hilt deep into that sexy voluptuous pussy of hers.

24 hrs later his prediction became true as she again had trouble in her reaching for the bundle. She opened the plastic bag and she froze seeing the tiny string bikini she knew wasn’t what she put in earlier. She jumped as a voice said: “I’ve 3 cameras on you so if I were you I’d stay naked, Mrs. Zaftig. It also may be a good idea not to transform into the Blonde Marvel either.” He let that sink in then said: “Why don’t you come sit by me just as you are now.” The full shock of the matter struck Angela hard, that her secret was known to someone other than family or Commander Marvel made her hesitate a moment as she tried to think of how she should handle this.

“I am sure you could get all 3 cameras as well as me but you’d have no idea where the pix and video are transmitted to and stored or if you can prevent them from being in tomorrow’s papers.” Knowing she hadn’t a choice she walked to him and was surprised that he had his pants down with a massive throbbing 24″ hard-on in hand. “These are the rules, Mrs. Zaftig: you will straddle me and you will ride me ‘til I am satisfied.” Even as her anger grew and her mouth opened he said: “This is not in any way negotiable. I will let the videos and pix be sent to two sources: the media and your enemies.” That froze her since they both knew her family wouldn’t be safe even if they were placed in protective custody.

Angela slowly stood over the huge shaft and lowered on top of it, an inch plowing in, winching in pain from the lack of lubricant. Whether it was pity or compassion he did something that really surprised her: “Why don’t you lick it wet to ease any of your discomfort, Angela.” Although it would be more embarrassing giving him a blowjob she was grateful for a way to avoid pain, secretly.

Without a moment’s hesitation she rose and bent over engulfing his gigantic hard-on in her mouth swallowing it whole since she had no clue how long she had to make it as slick as it could be before the thick monster thrust deep into her pussy. He gave her plenty of time to service his 2′ cock and she knew why of course: her bj’s were legendary with Harold and all the men before her marriage.

She smiled thinking back to her college days and young men and boys who pleaded to her for this very thing to them. She thought to herself: “If Harold only knew!” Stifling a giggle at her wild premarried life guilt hit her immediately as her head bobbed up and down the huge pole, her blackmailer obviously extremely impressed with her as all 2′ disappeared A minute later Angela felt the gigantic cock throb and she knew it’d only be 20 seconds before it erupted into her mouth. He didn’t have to instruct her to swallow his load and hoped he’d soften in the aftermath of her terrific bj. If that was the case she just may avoid riding his dick like a cowgirl on a bronco.

Before she knew it her mouth filled with what must have been a pint of hot sticky semen forcing her to drink all of it otherwise it would make a mess all over her body. If she was disappointed by his still rock-hard prick she never had a chance to show it as he lifted her body up and lowered it on top of his tool. She didn’t struggle, knowing her family would be @ risk but she planned to keep a straight and impartial face during the sexual encounter as if bored to lessen whatever pleasure he got out of forcing her into this.

Problem was her plans went all to hell as his thick monstrously gigantic shaft slid deep in her well past anywhere Harold’s 10″ hard-on did, more than twice as far! Not only did it bury all 24″ deep inside her but its excessive thickness rubbed all of its mammoth size along her clit sending an unwanted orgasm with it. Although she fought it and although she didn’t want it her body still reacted to it like any ordinary orgasm and her 2 long muscular legs found themselves wrapped around her lover’s waist tightly and to her horror she heard her voice say huskily in between moans: “Oh my GOD! Yes! Yes!!”

Desperately Angela tried to pull away but as she lifted herself a foot off his 2′ shaft his hands yanked her back onto it driving it even deeper sending another orgasm into the pretty blonde superheroine. Both her body bucking wildly and her mind overwhelmed by her spasming orgasms of earth shattering epic proportions numbed themselves as she rode the dangerous 2 foot love muscle for all it was worth. Her screams of sexually energized passion and loud moans would’ve been heard by the entire neighborhood had her lover not put them in a sound dampening field.

Hours later after she was able to separate her sore body from a now exhausted Paxik, Angela was shocked the sky was a bit lighter than when he first surprised her. Stunned she realized they had been “at it” over 5 hours, 5 hours of nonstop sex, not comprehending this in her mind. The guilt of her having sex was there since it hadn’t been with her hubby but it was replaced by the undeniably hot pleasure her body and mind felt with this man. Angela thought even as she leaned over her lover to kiss him that she was in serious trouble. As if reading her mind he said: “I won’t damage your marriage, Mrs. Zaftig or your family. In fact, I intend to be of mutual benefit to you in your fight with crime. I’ll give you all the ones who hired me to exterminate a certain blonde marvel superheroine. That’s gonna help both you and me so we won’t be having to look over our shoulders 24/7.”

Kissing her he helped dress her in the bag of clothes she stored the previous morning that he had replaced and said: “Act normal, Angela. You will have 35 minutes before Harold’s alarm goes off so you can shower and be in your ‘wifey-mother’ mode. I’ll provide you with all the names and locations of the crime syndicate/family so that you’ll remove the threat to you, your family and me.” She knew he was taking a big chance with this and they would figure out who was helping her, not to mention the dead give-away that she still be alive.

The next 4 days the prison population grew by hundreds as a combined effort by several Law Enforcement Agencies and the Blonde Marvel successfully captured a major crime syndicate and several smaller organizations tied into illegal areas.

Angela met Paxik once or twice a week until her guilt built up too much for her and she told him she was breaking it off since the threat to her family was minimal now that the crime family no longer existed.

But this did not sit well with Paxik, who took measures to ensure his trysts with the Blonde Marvel would continue for as long as he wished. But that is a story for another time, another place.