Being stuck on monitor duty up in the Watchtower when major things went down on Earth was the most frustrating experience that Shazam had ever felt, and when he was still stuck watching a bunch of screens as the active members of the Justice League arrived back from the fight, he was absolutely deflated. Everything had been wrapped up in the confines of a single watch shift that wasn't even over now, and he got to watch everyone file in. They hadn't needed him. It was the first time that watch duty had caught him when something big was going down, and the team insisted they had it. In the end, they did, and Shazam was left without much to do. He was stuck waiting and aching.
It was in that environment where he was stuck waiting for purpose or some kind of sense when the burning attention caught him off guard. He looked at one of the screens from Watchtower cameras. One thing caught his notice above everything else; Power Girl's outfit was absolutely torn to shit. she walked in with an arm trying to cover her ample cleavage while she awkwardly shuffled in, slower than all the others. Her body was exposed in ways that had Shazam paying way too much attention for his own good. He was still, inside of everything, a hormone-crazed 14-year old, after all. The sight of Power Girl's curves exposed even if only for a moment was a lot to give in to, an excitement that caught him hard.
"Shazam," he said, burning with frustration. In a flash, the chair once holding the muscular and mature hero now held teenaged Billy Batson again, who fumbled his way to his fly and tried to get his hardening dick out. The Wizard didn't let him masturbate in the form of Shazam because it was 'unbecoming' of his champion, even if Shazam had a bigger dick. It wasn't something Billy could do anything about, so he cooperated in frustration and did his best to deal with it however he could.
Pulling out his phone and hastily queueing up some porn, Billy didn't want to waste a moment. He understood that the only thing to do about his raging hormones was to jerk off, and he wanted to cut right to the chase on that self-love, wanted to plunge his way into that indulgence without any worries or thought. Just the senseless and greedy push for more that held him so tight. "Power Girl is so fucking hot," he groaned to himself, fishing his dick out and stroking it to hardness as quickly as he could. He had a favorite video featuring an incredibly busty blonde expressly for when he needed to deal with feelings inspired by Power Girl specifically, and it was time to plunge into that and escape all of his weirdest concerns.
Jerking off was a task it was easy to get invested into and overly focused on. Billy didn't care about his surroundings nearly as much as he should have for being in the middle of this situation. Anyone could have accessed the surveillance room at any time, even just to check in on him and make sure he wasn't too bummed out after missing out on the mission. Which was in fact precisely what Diana had come by the room to do, only to find Billy with his pants around his ankles and his dick in his hand. "I hope you started doing that after we came back," she commented, standing with an amused, wry look on her face.
Billy let out a panicked gasp, startled by the arrival of someone here to suddenly catch him, and he wasn't prepared for that. "It's not what it--" he struggled to try and pull his pants up, flailing about in utter confusion. "I'm sorry, I didn't--I just started the-0-"
With a deep breath, Diana summoned up her patience and took a steady step forward. "I'm not mad," she told him, walking up to Billy and taking firm hold of his dick for him. she locked eyes with Billy while he froze up in utter shock. "You aren't the first teenage boy I've found masturbating on watch duty, and I hope you aren't my last." She kept her grip on his dick, leaning just barely down over his lap a little as she eyed his shaft. "You're very big for your age. Fourteen, right?"
"Fourteen," he said. He looked up into Diana's eyes a bit awestruck. "Really? I'm big for my age?"
"You are," Diana said, letting her hand caress along the shaft, working him into an even more comfortable state, one that welcomed her touch and everything she was out for. "I think you're mature enough now to offer you something special. How would you like it if I made you a man?" she asked, her hand sly and coy about pumping his cock, about winding Billy up harder and keeping him in a state of excitement and desire that kept climbing and swelling without restraint.
Billy nodded feverishly, unable to believe the awe that crept over him. "Have you done this before?" he asked. It took him a second before he gasped, "I meant--I don't mean sex. Have you had sex with other teen guys before?'
"Of course I have," Diana said, brushing right past his uncertainty. "I've fucked most of the sidekick boys. I'm ready for this." Sinking to her knees, she found a good position for this situation, a greedy push into delights and hungers, wrapping her hand firmer around his dick and sinking forward, preparing for the weird thrill and the delight that came on stranger. "Are you ready for it?"
"I'm ready," Billy said. He couldn't stop nodding. The excitability and frustration felt like a weird rush of excitement, of desire driving him mad with hunger. He was about to have sex, with Wonder Woman, no less. It was an awe-inspiring thrill, something he felt desperately ready to give up to this mess. All of it. He had to be ready, because this wasn't an opportunity coming back ever again. he shut his phone off and set it down onto the counter behind him and prepared himself for this weird insanity.
With steady licks against his cock, Diana started up with careful attention and pressure, with a desire to wind up and tease Billy into a state of mad indulgence. Her mouth was slow in its approaching, praising him and his nice dick but taking their time with everything, showing off an interest in not getting too hastily carried away with any of it. She was confident and sly in her slow push forward, in the urging of him deeper into pleasure and surrender. Diana had been here before, done this to plenty of boys his age, and she was nothing if not certain of what she was doing, how she was letting the pleasures build. Careful escalation began in earnest, and Diana wanted to ease him down into the winding excitement and pleasure of having to give up to his hungers.
The licks were incredible, but even more incredible was when she took his dick into her mouth fully. The deep push forward was truly shameless, an overwhelming chaos and commotion to keep pushing for indulgence of, keep exploring. The pleasure was steady and patient, a slow burn toward chaos bringing deeper satisfactions into the moment, and Diana showed every bit of the experience that she was now using to coax Billy deeper. Her mouth wrapped around his cock, forming with wet heat around his shaft and preparing for all the weird joys she knew could take him deeper now. The pleasure was forward and unrepentant, and she could feel the tempting burn of heat get to him.
"That feels so good," Billy groaned. He squirmed in his seat, opening up to incredible, newfound sensations that he had zero control over, zero ability to manage. He wanted so badly to let the pleasure sweep over him, to give up to the burning delight of letting himself go fully, and he was powerless now. There wasn't any control to save him from the worst of his desires or his frustrations. Every passing second felt stranger, hotter, and better, bringing him deeper satisfaction and an overwhelming desire to let go. "You're so hot. I've fantasized about this before but I didn't ever think it was going to be real!"
Diana's head continued to bob along. She sat on the words and on his frustration, working him over firmer and letting the confidence build, letting him fall into a state of acceptance and satisfaction where everything was quickly building up to take its weird and senseless course now. With everything she did, Diana welcomed the chance to sink deeper. She made him feel the burning, throbbing delights, the pulses of heat meant to wear him down harder, meant to make Billy lose control. she had him losing ground to her hungry mouth, and she knew she could keep it up for as long as she wanted. it was only once she had given his cock a thoroughly and messy sucking, left him coated in her spit, that Diana drew back to ask him a question.
"Who else do you fantasize about?" she asked, her eyes gaining a wicked gleam as she stared Billy down, pondering how much she could get out of him as her fingers stroked faster along his cock. Hero ther hand began to pull her clothes off, squirting and tugging and wriggling out of things bit by bit, inching toward getting herself exposed for Billy. Diana prepared herself for what was to come next as much as she prepared him, knelt in position, gaze meeting his, all sultry and tempting. "What other heroines fill your dreams?"
"Power Girl." he said it without needing to think, squirming in his chair under the excitement of confessing his attraction to her. "Power Girl! I want to see her naked."
Faster she stroked. "Everyone wants to see her naked," she teased. "You have good taste, Billy. I have seen her naked before, and it is a sight to behold." Finally, she managed to get herself topless with only one hand, exposing her own ample breasts to his gaze. Not as stacked and generous as Power Girl's, but she nonetheless drew his gaze in tight and held him utterly fascinated by them.
"What does she look like naked?" Billy asked, burning up in pure excitement under these tempting joys, under a thrill pulsating hotter and stranger through his body. Billy hung on Diana's every word, unable to deal with the senseless sweeps of hunger that began to consume him, that urged him lower into confusion and joy.
"She looks strong, but that only makes the soft parts of her stand out more," Diana explained, stroking his cock faster. "Her big ass and her even bigger breasts bounce around whenever she moves. I took a bath with her once, and she spent so long soaping them up that I forgot how long I was sta--" She gasped in surprise as the weight of pressure and frustration and pure need sent Billy spiraling. The description did its part in getting Billy off, his cock erupting and a noisy gasp ringing out harshly under the mad crush of raw sensation and heat. She took his load all over her face and her tits, a massive and pent-up load that further impressed Diana with just how much he had to offer her.
Billy couldn't help himself, humping her hand in a fit of wild need while the lurid descriptions of Power Girl's soapy tits rove him over the edge. he was powerless here, worked up to a frenzied state and needing to give up to it. "I never came hard," he confessed. His body struggled to dela with these wild, reckless pleasures, newfound rushes of weird sensation leaving him startled by all of these senseless delights, passions and heats he was utterly without sense in the face of. The pleasure was just there, an abrupt rush of feelings that robbed him of focus and sense, made him shudder and shiver in raw confusion. The unrelenting pleasure left him in a state much too aimless and dizzy to know what to do with it all. "Thanks."
"Sex with other people feels a lot better," Diana remarked, keeping up a firm smile on her face as she leaned in to lick clean the bits of cum left on his shaft. her eyes held his even more fiercely now with his seed dripping down her sharply defined features. Diana had a presence that was so easy for Billy to get lost in now, staring dizzily at her and feeling the dreamy joys pulling him in deeper, making him crave this.
Billy could barely keep his head on as he sank into these deeper delights, into wants beyond reason. The pleasure was unreal, and it kept him utterly fixated on a strange and hungry need for more. Watching Diana clean him up after making him cum had him feeling so many weird and hazy emotions, volatile rushes of a joy that held him firm, that made him want this even more. "You're so hot. I--I find you hotter than Power Girl!" He hadn't when he woke up this morning. The sight of Diana with his cum all over her face was absolutely captivating, keeping him in a state too mad and too hungry to be able to control, an uncontainable fire and fascination to give in to deeper. He needed this.
"That's very kind of you," Diana said, smiling up at him. With his cock cleaned up, it was time to move on and to make him crave her even more. Rising to her feet, she felt ready to take this even further. "Have you ever seen a real vagina before?"
"Never." Billy's chest tightened up, knowing where this was leading, unable to believe his luck but feeling the urgent desires pull him even tighter in. "Can I see yours?"
"Only if you say please," she said, toying with him while she ran her hands further down her body.
"Please," he groaned. Billy felt like a desperate, wound-up teenager and not like a big, strong hero. Diana had him squirming, and he was desperate for whatever he could get from this weird, hazy mess. He needed more. He craved it.
Confident now in the idea that Billy was a floored mess in need of her touch, Diana rose up to her feet and, with sultry squirms of her hips, undressed fully for him. She exposed her body to the ready, greedy eyes, and immediately, Billy's eyes fell onto her pussy. Onto her puffy, waiting mound, a gorgeous and trimmed pussy begging for his attention as she shifted over his lap, fingers rubbing her slit while she loomed over him. "I love helping boys like you turn into men," she explained, her fingers deft and greedy in their hungry appreciation for these mad pleasures. Her hips writhed and rolled, putting on a little show to wind him up. It wasn't needed given how utterly hard his cock had remained this whole time, but it was still fun to tease him and wind him up.
"Please make me a man," he said. Billy couldn't keep his hands to himself, grasping Diana's hips and trying to gently 'encourage' her down onto his dick. The pleasure was unbearable, a fierce pulse of desire and heat to give himself to, and there was just no way to contain his desires. He was in deep, and his needs were getting to him, leaving him ready only to give in. The pleasure was demanding and wicked. He needed to explore his way into this, and nothing could contain his desires now.
Her hand ran down from her mound toward his cock, gasping his base to keep him steady. "Thank you for saying please," she said, still playing coy as she lined up her opportunity and then promptly sank herself down onto his cock with a confident push down, a dizzy urgency taking her deep. Down onto his cock she went, sinking onto him with a patient, hungry approach meant to wind him up without much control or sense, and the delight was immediate, a firm push into all the pleasures she needed out of this opportunity. "You're a man now," she gasped, her head rolling back and her shoulders clenching up as she took the teen's impressive cock into her waiting, hungry pussy. The pleasure was immediate, and she felt herself wind up under so many desires and hungers, under a frustration that she just had to embrace.
It was done. Billy wasn't a virgin anymore. His hands tightened against Diana's hips even harder under the wild surprise and excitement of giving in so abruptly. He felt the weight of excitement rise inside him, a pleasure taking him deeper into joy and into something that felt totally senseless. It was exciting, needy, and demanded his completer acceptance now of whatever he could find. "I'm a man now," he groaned, squeezing her round hips tight, accepting the pull deeper and letting the most urgent passions inside of him strip his thoughts bare. He needed this. He needed all of it. "You're the best, Diana!"
With hungry motions up and down his lap, the pleasure was something to give in to brighter and hotter. No hesitation, no control. Just desire. "No, you're the best. Now relax back and let me pleasure you," she rumbled, head rolled back and hips working confidently up and down his cock, ready to pursue the hungers and passions she knew were what he needed. The pleasure was unrelenting, something fierce to give up to, something hungry and driven and built on a foundation of pure satisfaction. Diana knew he was hungry and ready for this, and as she rode atop his lap, she felt everything she needed escalate and ache through her. In terms of fucking teenage boys, a dick like Billy's was the ideal, something big enough to make her feel incredible while she sank her way into delight, into desires continuing to escalate and insist their most fierce hungers upon her.
When her breasts went into his face, Billy felt like he may as well have been dying and going to heaven. He was happy to bury his face into them and feel their absolutely incredible softness while they rubbed up against him. This was paradise. He was losing his virginity in a situation he could have never imagined, and every hungry sweep across his body kept him lit up with a need for more, with a desire and an opportunity to completely fall apart. There was nothing here that could have felt better than this, and with each passing second, he was ready.
Diana kept up her forward attention, fingers threading through his hair while she rode his lap harder, pushing atop his cock with the utmost excitement and a forward desire that was driving him deeper into pure excitement. "Having sex with a woman feels so much better than your hand, doesn't it?" she asked, pushing more firmly against him and letting the bold declarations of hunger and intent carry her further along. She had Billy desperate for more of her, and she induced a pleasure and a ferocity wit her touch that had him aching for more. Her pussy squeezed around his dick with intent and firmness too straightforward for him to handle, and with each passing second, she knew she was getting him worked more and more worked up, falling into a state of desire and sloppy chaos that only further gave her the power to take this as far as she could.
Pulling back out of her tits, Billy's confident moan of, 'I love it," told Diana just how ready he was for this, and she happily kept pushing, applying that forward pressure to keep him drunk on pleasure and on the hazy ecstasy that it granted. She was nothing if not ready for this, and the burning satisfaction of her pussy wrapped around his aching dick made this all bolder and hotter. The satisfaction was unreal, every throb across his body keeping him in a state where he felt like he was just about ready to fall apart. Porn had nothing on fucking Wonder Woman. How he was supposed to even go back to his hand was beyond him as he struggled not to cum. "It's really tight."
But the tension of these delights and these hazy pleasures clashed against just how much these pressure wore him down. He was hopelessly caught in a state of desire and heat so grand that he just had to accept it. Even if he didn't want to cum so fast, he finished inside of her with absolutely zero control over this mess. With a panicked gasp and a shudder across his body, he came, erupting into Diana and struggling to deal with the pleasures taking him. "I'm sorry," he said before his cock was even done erupting, a hopeless rush f frustrations leaving him confused and needy.
"What do you have to be sorry about?" Diana asked. She hadn't gotten off yet, but she lingered with a smile on her face, looming happily over him while savouring the relief and the pleasure that came on bolder and weirder.
"I came inside," he said. 'I didn't mean to. And I came early. You didn't cum."
"I don't expect you to keep up with me. This was your first time." She remained patient, caressing his cheek softly. "And you did cum inside. That's not something to apologize for."
"What if you get pregnant?" he asked.
"Then I will have a wonderful child who I can leave with my sisters on Themyscira." She ground against him a bit more. "You don't have to worry. I want you to cum inside."
This all made so very, very little sense to him even still, but it was incredible to take in. "Okay. I'll cum inside," he said. "I'm not sorry, then."
With a soft laugh, Diana rose up off of his cock. "Now, I want you to get out of the chair for me, please." She motioned for him to rise up, gesturing toward him patiently. She wanted this, and she wanted him to cooperate, trusting that he would listen and that he'd follow along.
Dizzily, Billy lifted himself out of the chair and stumbled out, watching as Diana sank into the chair instead ns spread her legs out. "Now come fuck me," she purred, insisting that he follow suit and give her what she craved. She relaxed back, body posed in preparation for the mad delights that she craved, for the awaiting joy of offering herself to him. There was no reason to behave herself any further, and the pleasures continued to build, to burn, to embrace something hopeless and senseless and perfect.
The sight of Diana slumped in a chair, legs out and up and framing her perfect snatch, made Billy feel the most intense and demanding of passions he could have imagined. Emotion burned through him and a sense of utter desperation carried him forward, his hands settling onto her outer thighs and his hips bucking greedily forward, desperate to sink into warmth and fascination now, to let himself give up completely. He plunged his cock into Diana and threw himself into dizzy overdrive, ready to explore whatever insanities he could give himself to, desperate to open up and to succumb to this mess. Wild thrusts clumsily pushed on with the expression of dizzy fire, with a neediness that struggled to fully grasp the weird temptations behind it. He was ready to od his part, and he wanted only to give up to all of it.
"That's so good," Diana moaned. 'You're a man now, Billy. Keep fucking me faster. You're doing amazing." Her head rolled back and the sweet relaxation urged her into dizzier, deeper satisfaction. She wanted this above any consideration for reason or thought, just the burning want that she could continue to surrender to, smouldering desire burning through her body without patience or control. This was too much in too many ways, a bright and dizzy rush of everything she craved all working up a heated rush inside of her, tempting her, making her head spin, making everything reach a feverish breakpoint where she just had to burn.
Billy hadn't gotten Diana off on the first try, but now, he was ready, desperate, trying his best to handle the weird and hazy delights that continued to escalate and swell through him. He needed to give up to it, needed to lose himself to mad fascination and a dizzy rush of pure heat. The joy that he could explore was getting away from him, and he wasn't sure if he was able to handle the possibilities that it invited, but he knew he was having a blast surrendering to them. With each roll of his hips, he felt in charge, fucking her snug pussy and exploring his way into weirder delights that kept him animated and hungry. It was a lot, but its excess was a constructive one, a rush of passions she was able to continue to fascinate herself with while slowly getting more frustrated and excitable. This was a lot, but it offered a peek into pleasures that all felt natural, felt inviting. His hips did their part to give up to the drama and the heat, and each feverish twist made him feel like he was well on his way to bliss now.
Clinging tightly to him and leaning against his loving focus, the pleasure continued to build inside of Diana. she was shameless and eager, wanting to give up more and more to the overbearing delights that continued to take her. She was eager to embrace the mad delights that came from having an eager, youthful hero burning with exuberance and excitement. The pleasure was truly shameless, a relentless rush of pleasures to keep giving up to. He explored and indulged and allowed the pleasures to become more than he could possibly imagine, and Diana could tell he was something special, could tell that these dizzy throbs and joys were coming on ever stranger.
The joy of being so tightly in control and indulging in these weird pleasures made Billy feel only better and stranger. The pleasure was unrelenting, and he was ready to give in to these possibilities. It was getting messier and madder, but he was happy to continue to embrace it, indulging in passions that weren't getting any easier or more normal. Sliding into madder fire and hunger brought on relentless feelings and frustrations that he wanted to give in to harder, and it was simply bliss. "Sex is so great," he groaned, grabbing her breasts and confidently kneading them, giving up to deeper joys and continuing his dizzy advance into chaos. he wanted more, and he was happy to explore it, happy to indulge in the continuation of senseless fire and passion.
Every bit of cooperation and chaos helped add up to this, leading to a moment of sensation and chaos and pure spectacle that simply could not be contained. There was so much here to want to accept, so much to have to give in to, and with each second of mad surrender and chaos, things were just coming perfectly together. Billy couldn't hold himself back for long again, struggling to handle these weird pleasures but feeling himself absolutely certain he could get the job done this time. As Diana moaned louder and writhed in the chair, all he cared about was getting her off this time, with anything else that came with it simply a bonus.
"I'm close," she warned, all but getting him on the path now to taking this by storm. The pleasure was unrelenting and chaotic, but he was committed to seeing it through and to finding himself in a position of pure satisfaction. "Billy, I'm so close! Cum inside, please. I want you to take the risk. You've earned it." Diana's voice shook in gasping displays of pure need, a senseless rush of sensation and fire urging her to just want to give in, and she felt like she just had to accept it now.
With a few final strokes of his hips and an overwhelming rush of pure madness taking him to the limit, Billy accepted what was taking him. Powerless to fight it, he came hard inside of her, gasping out in pure joy and letting himself come undone at the seams. He slammed madly forward and let loose shot after shot of sticky, hot spunk right into her waiting pussy, pumping Diana full of cum and feeling her squeeze and spasm down around him. The joy of making Diana climax was something that he was never going to forget, and with every dizzy second of fire to pull him in, he savoured the moment, letting go, giving up, and fully coming undone. he needed this, and every craving set him aflame with satisfaction as he let it out.
Diana bucked against him through every second of this release and this relief, moaning in hopeless satisfaction and letting it rule her now. There wasn't any reason for restraint now. She held him tight against her, letting the moment sweetly slide into clam and satisfaction, into something that made clear that there was no reason to hurry.
Billy liked the sound of it. Silently, he nestled in against Diana, not saying anything or acting hastily to move on, just admiring the calm and the comfort of lingering against her. "Thank you for making me a man," he finally said.
"It was my pleasure." Diana savoured his cock inside of her, finally feeling it soften a little bit, and she knew he was likely spent. "Do you think you can go again?"
"I don't think so." It was a bit embarrassing to admit.
But Diana replied with a kiss on his forehead. 'That's okay. You did very well for your first time, and we will have more time to work on your stamina when we have sex again."
"Again?" he asked. Billy pulled back in surprise. "We're going to have sex again?"
"Of course we are," she said softly. "You can call on me whenever you'd like. Or if I'm busy, Donna and Cassie will also happily step in if you need it. For now, get dressed and go home. I will take over monitor duty for you." Another kiss to the forehead, and she sent Billy on his way, happier than he had ever left the monitor room before.