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shamelessly looked her up and down.
    “Like what you see?” she asked, putting her hand on her hip and shifting her weight.
    “I do,” I admitted, and looked her directly in the eye. “I like it a lot,” I added, moving toward her.
    “I like your costume, too,” she said with a friendly, encouraging smile.
    It turned out Supergirl and I shared much in common. We had both been early and loyal fans of our respective superheroines, we were both lesbians, we were both single and we were both getting increasingly aroused as we talked. She was my ideal woman physically, spiritually, emotionally and in every other conceivable way. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and from the look on her face, the feelings were mutual. I looked around the enormous room and saw an open space near the windows with a great view of the city.
    “Come on,” I said, taking Supergirl’s hand in mine. “Let’s go over there where there’s a little more breathing room.” Supergirl squeezed my hand tight and happily followed along.
    “What’s your name?” I asked, as we made it to the windows and I spun her around with her back against the glass.
    “Emily,” she said with a wink. “What’s yours?”
    “I’m Cassandra. It’s very nice to meet you, Emily,” I said, lifting my plastic sword up to the hem of her short red skirt. I lifted just a bit more until I could see that she wasn’t wearing panties. I let the hem drop, slid my sword down her inner thigh and said, “It looks like Supergirl is a naughty heroine. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?” I sternly asked, and slowly slid the sword back up her inner thigh to rest against her superpussy.
    “I’m a bad girl who wants to be better, but I need a strong female role model to show me how, to teach me to be more disciplined and good.” She pouted at me with her full red lips and acted coy.
    “For me to properly train and discipline you, you must fully submit to my will.” I looked deeply into her eyes, moved my body closer into hers and slid the edge of my soft plastic sword between her slippery inner lips. Emily’s body briefly spasmed with pleasure, before she regained her composure.
    “I promise to submit fully. Your wish is my command,” she said as she clamped down tightly around my sword with her pussy and thighs. I gently stroked it back and forth, tickling and rubbing her clit and slit. She writhed against my long weapon and moaned as she reached for and touched my breasts. “Kiss me,” she begged.
    The rest of the world disappeared as I moved in for a deep, sensual kiss. Emily pulled me in tight by my hips and sucked my tongue hard. She bobbed her head on it in a rhythm matching my sword strokes below, and I could feel her getting hotter and more worked up by the second.
    As the pace and pressure of my probing tongue and sword increased, Emily began to convulse and shake in my arms. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” she repeated as she crested the wave. Then, finally, “Yes! Yes!” I pushed my sword hard against her pleasure-infused pussy and she ground even harder back into it for almost a minute. Then her muscles began to relax, her breathing slowed, her touch softened.
    “I purified your pussy and drained it of its evil with my magical sword,” I whispered into her ear as I hugged her close and kissed her neck one last time. “You’re a good girl now. You’re my girl now,” I told her.
    A broad, beaming smile crept across Emily’s face. She passionately returned my kiss and vowed, “Till the end of time, I’m yours, Wonder Woman. I promise I’ll always be a loyal servant of your powerful sword.”
    Supergirl Emily kept her promise and remains my loyal and committed sidekick. And with lots of cosplay fun in the bedroom, our sexual superpowers and our relationship are growing stronger every day. 
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
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    Lesbian Retreat
     
    Dara and Allison
     
    I went to a lesbian retreat in the woods of Northern California a few