Ladies of Townsville

The Powerpuffs were decent bloodhounds, able to to sniff out any stolen or missing relicary or treasure and this occassion was surely no different. It occured to Buttercup that, being the young woman that she was, Bellum would of course have tendancies that needed to be taken to when necessary. But, bringing such a matter to the office, hiding sex toys in her private desk in a seperate room, the babe was asking for trouble. Thank god the puff herself was the only one who set foot in there aside from the woman in question.

The strap-on was a little unlike ones that would be seen common place. Instead of being a frustrating arrangement of straps and what-not, usually being an indicator that the customer had little money to dol out, it was a set of clingy but comfortable black boxers with a hole in by the button area to attach the 'item'. The pair was elastic, meaning it could stretch beyond the puff's size for someone bigger. Bobbing out in front was a luminous-green, silicone phallus of a reasonable length, being not unrealistically large.

Even when the tomboy went to stroke the false member teasingly at the heated woman, a thought occured to her. It was as if she was expected to find these breifs and toy. They fit her with no issue at all. Had the lady planned for this? Had she had her eye on the Powerpuff for a while? A new found surge of excitement rung deep in her core and she flushed, thinking for a long time, Bellum had wanted her.

Although pumped with sheer adrenline at the sight, Bellum remained 'cool' and laid back on the couch, draping an arm over the head rest, parting her lower lips again for Buttercup.

"What a clever girl" Bellum said with a pleased smile, her red curls falling ever so slightly infront of her eyes.

Biting on her bottom lip, she watched the puff fly over, kneeling between her legs, still rubbing the toy intently as if the piece were really part of her and she was enjoying the sensation of owning a male aspect. The young girl went to poke softly into the woman with her fingers, groaning at the slippery sensation that boiled her. A satisfied hum of content emerged the horny babe and she reached to play with her breasts as the girl fingered her. Buttercup was surely 'The Toughest Fighter', and without a doubt would prove it in the time to come, but the gentleness in which she treated her now, preparing her, instead of just dumbly 'jamming it in', sent shivers down her spine. The girl wasn't naive, just considerate. Alarm bells rang however, as she indicated the confidence with the impression she'd done this sort of thing before.

Before she could protest, the girl rose her wide eyes, shimmering with overcome emotion, to her, catching her gaze "Sara... are you sure?"

The woman gulped, not knowing if she could feel herself fry any further at the innocent question and having her name spoken so formally. It had come to a stage her skin prickled with the heat and she couldn't tell if the fire had intensified so much it rendered her numb, or if the feeling had capsized into a pleasurable coolness. Her heart pounded at the loving expression and reached to caress the sweet babe's cheek, stroking her hair. Buttercup seemed afraid, but of what exactly? Was she afraid she'd hurt her? It's understandable any of the girl's wouldn't know their own strength sometimes. Or was it because of... her?

"Oooh darling..." she whispered. "I'm very sure. It's sweet of you to ask though"

Buttercup's face melted into a sweet, sincere smile,rubbing an eye as the woman pet her head. Was that a tear?

Pressing the bulb head of the toy against Bellum's soaked lips, she embraced the woman's lower half in a cuddle and the woman chewed her lip, as she could feel the heartbeat of the sweet little girl thump against her lower belly. Buttercup watched the woman's face closely and she moved to enter her, flinching as she heard a struggled gasp, having pushed the head in, firmly, but slowly. Stopping, she saw the woman nod her head to her to confirm she was alright and Buttercup pushed the rest of the length in, resulting in a delicious cry. The puff felt the hands of the woman clamp around her small form, holding her to her, as she filled her with the false phallus.

The thrusts bgan slowly, softly, Buttercup handling her essentially like a precious, irreplacable museum artifact. She WAS irreplacable. The tomboy blushed, her hair ruffled and smiled as she picked up the pace, each thrust being met with a sweet series of delighted moans and whines.

Sweat ran from her tiny form, not from being tired, but from her efforts to remain gentle with this woman "I-is it good?" she pondered aloud, nervously.

"Mmmn... I love it, baby girl" she assured with a silky moan, watching the girl fuck her.

The pace accellerated and the cute girl drilled her silicone dick deeper into her, her heart racing and the sound of Bellum's pleasured cries which drove her on. Harder, growling quietly, Buttercup's thrusts met with audible slaps of their skin, becoming gradually a bit 'tougher' on the grown woman.

"That's it, honey... that's it... more" pleaded the lady, squeezing and rubbing her nipples, paralyzed by the ecstacy.

Chuckling, the young girl decided to play around some, wriggling her hips in a rotation, pressing and holding into her deeply, grinning at the epic cry from the assistant, who was clearly being driven crazy. Then she pulled out, almost completely to the tip, and plunged back in. She did so repeatedly, licking her lips at the gorgeous woman's shivers and whimpers, feeling the largeness of the bulb tip stroke against her spot, near to her entrance.

"You like that?" Buttercup mused in intrigue, smirking.

The teasing was relentless, but it felt so damn good. It riled up the composed woman and she let out a surprising growl of excitement "Rrrgh yeah... nnngh I love it!"

Thrilled with her experimenting, Buttercup pulled out completely and flipped the older woman over onto her front with ease, catching Bellum off guard. As she sat herself up in a 'doggy-style' position, Buttercup's face fried at the sight of the assistant's soaked pussy. The addictive smell, the memory of her sweet taste on her tongue, like sugar, rattled the puff's senses. She wanted to be relieved so badly, feeling her own pussy make a mess on the insides of the underwear. The heat was torturous, but she denied herself any relief until Bellum was pleasured. She clasped the woman's ass, squeezing ,as she moved to lap and lick at her presented, dripping lower region.

Bellum howled in arousal, unable to maintain an ounce of composure any more. It was unbelievable. She was sure this was all just a dream. There was no way she could feel this good. Suddenly, Buttercup shoved her cock back in and the woman screamed in relief and delight, feeling the tomboy ravage her pussy. Now, there wasn't any holding back, and the girl fucked her relentlessly from behind. The assistant reached below her to rub furiously at her clitorus, her whimpering only serving as her only way of begging. She was begging Buttercup to ruin her, to drive her silicone cock deeper and harder into her. Leave her with no comprehension of reality and her own senses. Her orgasm was coming about, and was going to be a big one. She huffed and growled, scratching at the leather, as the tomboy pummeled her with her false dick.

"Oh baby girl... I'm gonna cum...you're making me cum. I'm gonna cum!" she cried, rubbing madly at her clit hood, squeezing and pinching it until she screamed.

Buttercup held still, chuckling happily at the woman's release, then resumed thrusting more into her, helping ride out her orgasm. The woman's quim began to leak and spill onto the couch and Bellum panted, absolutely shaken by the intensity of her cumming.

"Oh my god..." gasped the woman, still squeezing onto her tits "Oh my god!"

The tomboy kept going, her thrusting having slowed some, but still moving hard, stabbing into the delirious assistant. Until, Bellum moved away, the bulb leaving her cunt with a 'pop' and Buttercup panted, the phallus dripping with the woman's juices.

Sorting her hair, sitting up, she pulled the girl by the arm, from the air and held her close to smother her with passionate kisses.

"Now..." said Bellum, clearing her throat, regained her confident, sulty voice "I think it's your turn"

END OF PART THREE