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I’d always dreamed of having a super powered girlfriend. I’d had some flings with girls with various powers like illusions cloning, psychokinesis, and so on. They were fun and some of their powers certainly added something to the bedroom for sure. But the true peak for super hunters was the superhuman for some reason finding one willing to hook up was damn near impossible. There were tons of them out there, in total superhumans probably made up the largest individual section of powers, but they all seemed to just date other superhumans.
One day I ran across a super in the club and hit it off with her. She had apparently only turned 18 a little while back. She had focused heavily on getting her powers under control along with helping out as a super and getting everything a teenager does done, so she had never gotten into a relationship. We figured we could try it out, I loved the idea of dating a superhuman, and she was happy I was so enthralled with me because she could make some mistakes in the dating game and I wouldn’t immediately leave her.
We took it kind of slow, getting to know enough over several dates, hanging out at eachother’s places a few times, going out for trips around the wilds outside of the city. Having a superhuman pick you up in a bridal carry and be able to jog at a pace keeping up with cars is a hell of a feeling, especially when her exceptionally large tits are pressed into your side as she does that.
We eventually moved things into the bedroom, it was still kind of slow though. The first time we just played with eachother for a while, it ended when I got off and she wanted to call it a night. The next time I put more effort in with what I’d learned and by the time I got off she was close enough to let me finish her off too.
We eventually moved onto oral which seemed to get a much better response from her, but she was still wary of letting me penetrate her. She didn’t have a hymen anymore, but she was still a virgin. She said she wouldn’t mind me being her first, but wanted to build up to that still. To be honest, I didn’t mind too much, I was still giddy as hell just having a super girlfriend.
The night eventually came though, she hadn’t said anything and it seemed like we were going to do our normal routine, but when she started undressing I saw the lingerie she was wearing and knew something was up. She acted normal enough, sucking me off and letting me eat her out, but after my first orgasm, she told me to move. She got on all fours and presented her pussy to me, the crotchless panties flashing her lips at me after I’d pulled them to the side to eat her out.
Although I’d just cum, it didn’t take long for me to get hard again and jumped at what she was offering, almost literally. I quickly shuffled behind her and started to slide the head of my cock up and down the exposed slit. Having been eating her out for a while before this, she was fairly wet so I was covering my cock in quite a bit of slick. Finally I started to plunge into her.
When I initially got my cock head into her, she flinched a it pressed hard on my cock to an almost painful degree, but knowing just how powerful she was made me even harder for her. I kept going gradually grinding myself deeper into her virgin pussy with each thrust. It was fantastic, the perfect amount of tightness, but with all of her slick it was practically friction-less. I’m not a particularly large guy, sitting around 5.5-6 depending on just how aroused I am, but soon enough I feel myself hitting something. I’m almost all the way into her so I’m happy not thrusting that deep again.
Now that I’ve found my depth, I start thrusting more fully, pulling almost all the way out and plunging in avoiding bottoming out on her. Her head is hanging down either looking at our coupling or just with her eyes closed. From the sounds she’s making, I’m certainly doing something right for her. She starts to hump back against me and almost seems like she’s trying to get me to hit her cervix even though I’ve been told that it’s a pretty uncomfortable feeling. Her near screaming moans with each impact seems like she’s feeling something else.
Like this we set into a comfortable rhythm and keep going. I’ve just gotten off so it’ll be a while before I get off, but she seems like she’s coming up on a crescendo. I lay down on her back, keeping my thrusting going with my hips, but I reach with both hands to play with her tits. I can’t give them proper credit with words, all I could say is that if you like large tits, these would probably be like your wet dream touched up by a porn artist.
With her strength she probably barely even noticed the extra weight from me laying down on her, but the change in angle seemed like it helped and she sounds practically frantic. With us both humping at eachother, I’m bottoming out and my balls are slapping against her clit with each thrust.
Finally I feel her starting to twitch and quiver inside, the sudden change in the feeling brought me from ‘doing alright’ to ‘I’m about to explode’ shockingly fast. I warn her that I’m getting close and she screams that she doesn’t care and demands that I keep going. I finally hit the peak and start unloading into her, I can feel her orgasm is close and so I keep thrusting through the extreme sensation feeling like my cock is burning and tingling, but I have to get her to the end too with how much it has been building up.
Finally I feel it hit, she lets out the most pornographic moan I think I’ve ever heard. Moments after that, I feel a sharp pain in my crotch. That pain radiates up into my stomach instantly making me feel nauseated. I don’t even have time to understand what’s just happened before my girlfriend bucks launching me off of her and I feel even more pain and sensations I can’t even understand besides that, like trying to listen to a dozen different conversations at once, but all nerve signals. She’s launched me upwards hard enough that I hit the ceiling hard before coming back down and bouncing on the bed next to her.
I look over to see her laying on the bed twitching through the rest of her orgasm. There’s a burning sensation coming from my cock and so I roll to the side to look down. Her bed is a mess with blood, and there’s something wrong with my dick. There’s basically nothing there anymore. Frantically I get up and move over to her, only as I get closer and above her so I see the red between her legs. I’ve been between her legs enough to notice that there’s something wrong there. I reach between her legs and pull a flattened balloon of skin out of her pussy. I recognize a little skin discoloration on the bit of flesh, I’m familiar with seeing it every time I’ve looked at my dick.
I look behind her at the wall of her bedroom, it looks like the paint had instantly aged about 50 years. Some sections of paint are missing, some areas bubbled up and flaking off, and layered on top of all of that is a spattering of various wet colours like a horrifying Jackson Pollock painted using, what I later realized, bits of my balls, ballsack, her my girlfriend’s ‘squirt’.
She had said she’s never squirted before. She’d never done that during our previous activities. I guess I found a button that made her lose proper control and used her superhuman strength.
She came back down from her orgasm to see me holding what little remains of my cock and staring wordlessly in horror at the wall. She fortunately had some experience in traumatizing situations and knew to get me to a hospital. Tossing a towel around my waist and running me to the hospital faster than any ambulance could have managed.
I was told at the hospital that this is why superhumans date other superhumans. Their bodies are capable of handling the possible damage if one of them loses their conscious muscle control. I was also told that I was lucky to have been in the position I was in or else her ‘squirt’ could have done far worse, and especially that I was with a woman and not a man. There are apparently a few casualties a year from this, newer superhumans that happened to miss the talk about this or the talk was insufficient warning.
In the end they were able to use the skin from my torn off cock to graft over the hole. The nerves were too damaged to be able to reconnect, but I had a little nub that I could still hold onto while peeing. As my balls had been turned into a slightly chunky mist, there was no recovering them. As much damage as this all did, I still have an underlying thrill to the idea of dating a super.