Chemical XXX: The Adults of Powerpuff Girls

"These girls are certainly one of a kind," she says, probably with a smile. I have never seen her face before. I always imagined it was just too beautiful for eyes, so she has kept it hidden. In my mind, I see lipstick a deep red like liquid passion. Her eyes, as smoky and dark as tonight. A glint in them that lets you know you are special. Chosen. Handpicked from the crowds of men in Townsville to marvel at her beauty, the way God only let one man see the Ark of the Covenant. She'd been in the Mayor's employ for so many years I can't help but guess he must had seen her face at least once. On accident of course.

"Yes, ma'am, they certainly are," I reply. It must be somewhat selfish of me, but I can't help but appreciate the relationship my daughters have with her. Not every father can be everything for their daughters and they need a woman for a role model. An added bonus is that I get to admire her whenever she comes around.

"The city is forever in your debt for raising such remarkable young ladies," her sultry voice sings. My forehead begins to sweat as it does around such exquisite beauty.

"Oh, nonsense, I hardly had anything to do with it! They're just really special on their own!" I hate bragging. Especially because it was more Chemical X than it was Utonium. Still, I guess I must have had something to do with raising them.

"So very humble. Once again, thank you Professor." She touches my face to be friendly. I shudder. I hope she didn't notice when I rolled down my sleeves to hide my goose bumps. I hope she doesn't notice how clamped my legs are to hide my erection. I've been doing this too long. This waiting.

"Say, Ms. Bellum, would you like to come in for some wine?"
"Oh, that would be lovely!"

Wine always works. I lead her in to my room, making up some lie about how the living room's AC is busted and my room is more comfortable. Every sip she takes exhilarates me. The way those lips caress the glass. The way she stretches her neck to take in the wine. Her precious "aah" of being refreshed. I can hardly help myself.

"Ms. Bellum... that is Ms., right, not Mrs.?" I ask, trying to be innocent.
"Oh, well sadly, yes. I just never seem to have much luck with boys. I do believe the Mayor is the only man in Townsville who even glances at me." She sighs a sad sigh.

"Oh, nonsense!" I pipe. "If anything, they choose not to stare because they are intimidated."
"Intimi- wha??" Bless her; she must not be too smart. It doesn't matter, brains aren't everything.
"Intimidated, it means scared. They're scared of how beautiful you are."
"Oh, what a nice thing to say..." She downs her glass and looks away from me. I can tell her mind is in another place.

"Ms. Bellum," I begin. "Let me confess something. I don't know why or for what reason you aren't lucky with men, but believe me, the best part of my day- uh, well leaving out when my daughters save the city- the best part is when I get to see you."
She gasps.
"My jaw actually hurts from dropping so much whenever I see you, darling, you are exquisite." I feel strange saying these things. It's uncharacteristic of me, isn't it, the stuck up professor. And yet, I speak them to her. Because I mean every single word.
"You're like a demigod-"
"A what?" Damn.
"A demigod is the human child of a god. Like Hercules. Anyway, yes a demigod. A being of such humanly grace that it cannot be of this world. Your essence is ephemeral-" I stop there, for a second. "Heavenly, I mean. You're just so-"
"Professor?" She interrupts
"Yes," I sigh.
"It's just that, well, that's a lot of words you're using to tell me you wanna fuck me."
"I-" What? What did she say? More importantly, what did she mean? "What? What did you say? What- what do you mean?"

"Oh, Professor, my bad for being forward. I just hate beating around the bush." She sets her glass on the carpet and crawls towards me, like a panther. She purrs like one too. "If you want to fuck me, just say so."

I gulp. Obviously she's noticed my erection. She's stroking it right now. With her other hand, she casually unbuttons my lab coat.
"I want to fuck you, Ms. Bellum," I breathe out. I reach to my neck to take off my tie.

"Hold it, mister. Keep the tie on. How else am I going to choke you?" I couldn't see it, but from the way she spoke, I could tell she winked. I haven't been this intimate in years. I haven't been this hard in years either. I undo my belt.

"Oh, don't throw that belt on the floor. It feels better to smack my ass with leather, just so you know," she informs me. My rod is poking out of my boxers. She grabs it and begins to rub it, with the fluid dexterity of a Mayor's file clerk.

"Oh right, good point," I utter as my palms glide over her breasts. I pull her into me, inhaling the meadowy perfume aurating her. With each kiss of her sweet neck, I undo a button on her blouse. With each button undone, her breasts pour out more and more and more. She rubs my abs with her soft hands.

"Oh, Professor, my word, you are scrumptious." The words whisper out of her like a succubus. I take off her top and throw it to the floor on top of my coat and lay her on the bed. I look her in the hair covering her eyes.

"You're pretty scrumptious yourself." I tell her. Her finger brushes my lips as she shushes me.

"Don't talk. Put that mouth to better use," she orders me, as she fingers her ginger nipple.

I bite my lip and assume she bites hers too. I return to her neck and bite her. She squeaks out a pleasantly surprised moan. I kiss and bite and kiss and bite her delicious neck. My tongue travels from behind her earlobe, down her neck, and toward her collarbone. I kiss it gingerly, almost not even touching it with my lips. My tongue slides to her mountainous tit. It circles her areola as she sings her moans. It flicks her pointy nipple, which hardens in anticipation.

I take my time with her breasts. One hand slides up her smooth legs, the other grips her hand in a lover's grasp. My tongue dances on her nipple as my lips suck and my teeth bite. By now my heartbeat synchronizes with the Fibonacci sequence of her moans, growing louder by the moment. From her smooth legs, my fingers fly to her waistband as I pull off her skirt. She chuckles. I grab her tit and squeeze gently, my thumb gyrating her nipple as I increase my pressure. Her chuckle now becomes a seductive sigh.

"Oh, pro-
fess-
or"
Each syllable of my doctorate title comes out with a gasp. I sit up and gaze into her hair and smirk.
"Ms. Bellum, I have a question for you."
Her breathy voice begs "What is it?"

"Are you ready?"
"Of course I am."
I pull her panties off as smoothly as I can and glance at her cherry pie. My finger finds its way to her clit. My thumb is soon to discover she's wetter than the Townsville Dam. I take a deep breath and ease down. My tongue laps up the wetness while my finger presses her clitoris.

I have this disturbing little trick where I spell out the chemical symbols of the Periodic Table with my tongue.

She has an interesting habit of putting the right emphasis on the TO in Utonium when she moans it. I like it. It makes my throbbing member throb harder.

"U-
TO-
Ni-
Um!
Pro-
f-f-fesssss-
or..." She stutters as she dancing up the hill of "Rising Action" that paves the way to Climax.
"I want you to fuck me. FUCK ME PROFESSOR!" Her wish is my command. With one hand, I manage to remove my boxers. My unfortunate sterility comes in handy in times like this where condoms are just outright unnecessary.

She's wetter than she was before. I kissed her neck: sugar. I kissed her clit: spice. All this foreplay was Everything Nice.

I penetrate her with my Chemical X.

Our fuck is like a symphony. The percussion is our bodies colliding. My short breaths are the woodwinds piping out. Her brassy moans reverberate throughout this theater of a bedroom and even though the band is out of practice, the song thunders on perfectly.

Just as I feel the crescendo coming on, she stays my hand. She launches her torso upside so we are breast to breast. At first I think this is an opportunity to kiss those lips I rarely see, but instead- well, she must have been a gymnast growing up, because this maneuver was quite professional, because- she repositions us to a new style. She is on top, riding me like a cowgirl. This is an especially well-thought-out idea, because not only could she fuck me like a bronco, but I could slap her round cantaloupe-ass. I do, and with each smack, she throws her head back and practically shrieks.

I've never been one too into kinks. I'm certainly no Him. But this night, I discover something new about me, choking is definitely amazing. As she rides my stick, she grabs the knot of my tie with one hand and the tail in the other. She eases into it but soon, I'm gasping for air. Although, I could be dying, this is one hell of a way to go. I writhe up and penetrate even deeper into Ms. Bellum.

It's a good thing Ms. Keane agreed to babysitting the girls, because this moaning was exceptionally loud. If the girls were anywhere close they'd think a group of women were being ransacked by the Gangrene Gang.

"Oh, Pro-f-f-f-fessss-or, I-"
"What do you want?"
"I don't w-want...I need, I neeeed you to-"
"Need me too what?" I choke out.
"I need you to fuck my ass." She lightens her grip on my tie as I pull out and flip her over. She grips the corners of my pillows and bares her buttocks. I hotdog myself between her buns and grab my belt from the edge of the bed.

"I have a question, Ms. Bellum."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Are you aware how bad you've been?" I hold the belt between my hands and yank, making the sides hit for a sharp CRACK!
"No, no I'm not aware. Am I bad?"
"Yes," I lightly smack her ass with the belt. "Very bad." Another smack. She moans. Another smack. She groans. Another smack. She shouts my name like I'm very far away and it's an emergency. It is an emergency. Her ass is starving for my dick.
I throw the belt down and grip her welted ass cheeks and push in, her wetness serving as lubricant, as well as the spit I spat on her hole making it easy for me to penetrate. She must love anal because she stopped screaming. Instead replacing it with an exasperated gasp of a woman feeling the euphoric sensation of fulfillment that penetration can elicit.

I pound away, listening to her nymphomaniac gasps. I've never heard my name stretched out so long in one moan. I doubt Ms. Bellum has ever moaned one name that long either. Maybe it's just the benefit of having such a long name. Or maybe it's the benefit of having such a long penis. Either way, as my cock massaged the walls of her ass and my finger waltzed with the clitoris on her other hemisphere, "Professor Utonium" sounded like the artist Bellum's number one track.

We fucked for what seemed like hours or minutes or attoseconds or fluid ounces. Measurements were moot here; we were no longer on Earth. I honestly believe we had travelled to the sub-space of a pure sexual dimension where the only language is pleasure. And if pleasure was the language, then by God I was the fucking Shakespeare here.

However, I knew where we truly were. In my bedroom, with wine glasses and clothing sitting on the floor and my dick in the ass of the most beautiful woman I had ever met. Her hole swallowing my dick as I pushed in and out like an industrial piston. Her throat must be sore from her constant outbursts of satisfaction. I stroked her side and licked the sweet sweat off of my hand. I slapped her ripe tomato-ass once more and felt her buck. Her hips pulsated to the rhythm played by my thrusts. Both of us simultaneously outstretched our necks and opened our mouths to let out the sounds of our mutual pleasure.

Once, two or three months ago, Mojojojo built a weather machine to try to take over the city. It created dark clouds and torrential rain. I taught my daughters that, because lightning came first, if you count the seconds before the thunder, you can determine just how far away the storm was. This helped them find the device and destroy it.

I reflect on that now in case anyone wanted to find out. Ms. Bellum, the lightning, came first, and I, the thunder soon after. The storm was raging here in this bedroom, but it ended with a rattling boom that almost threw the shutters off the house. This was the best storm of my life, and the rest of the night was spent cuddling together, admiring the rainbow left behind.

And once again, the day is saved...