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Superboy And The Supergirls 6
🕑 Added 2023-01-18 22:59:01 +0000 UTCHe had to come. It was just too much for him to take. He felt the split in himself, the separation of his conscious control and then the disembodied pressure that was even stronger than him. And with it, almost immediately came its sudden venting into Lana’s wet, sucking cunt.
His cum blasted into her sex until he felt weak, all his energy given over to how his cock jerked and blasted like a firecracker going off. Hot cum surged out of him, over and over again, each eruption a thrill all its own. Kon thought he’d never stop coming. He’d never come this hard or this long.
Lana screamed, feeling the sudden swell in his cock, the blistering heat from it, then the wetness that filled her sex. Orgasm tore through her body like an explosion; she dipped into and out of the ecstasy like she was drowning in it, only barely able to gasp in enough air to survive the trial.
She seemed to experience a million different pleasures at once, her inner muscles squeezing and convulsing around Kon’s prick in worshipful homage to how it was fulfilling her. And she felt his hot cum pounding into her, salving her aching pussy until it felt nothing but bliss.
Her own cries and moans vibrated against her eardrums as the throbbing pleasure did inside her body—she couldn’t stop herself from crying out. She didn’t want to stop. Lana wanted to come and come, to get off with the same infinite intensity as Kon with his enjoyment of her body.
But, slowly, she felt her body relax. A warm, luscious glow spread over her—not cool but cooler than the heat coming off her burning, twitching pussy. Slowly, she sunk under the contentment left in the wake of her climax.
Kon panted softly on top of her. Had it been as good for him as it had been for her? She couldn’t say. His prick still felt hard inside her, but it didn’t pound hotly as it had before his ejaculation. Lana reached up and stroked his hair affectionately.
“How was that?” she cooed softly. “Did I make it good for you?”
Kon laughed with what energy he had left. “Holy shit, lady,” he exclaimed. “Clark was an idiot not to be tapping that ass from the moment he walked into Smallville High! Like it wasn’t enough that you’ve got a body out of a Fast & Furious movie—your pussy? Goes hard. Must be what flying a jet feels like. Did you see Top Gun with the D-BOX going? Fucking you was like that.”
Lana coughed. She knew he meant well… but maybe she shouldn’t expect sweet nothings from a Teen Titan.
“Hey, remember how I peeped on you? Looks like it’s a hot trend,” Kon said, standing now, having pulled himself out of Lana’s well-fucked pussy. He was looking over at the door.
It was Cir-El. She claimed to be the daughter of Supes and Lois Lane, which Kon could see. She was short and stacked, with Clark’s impressive physicality and Lois’s delicate, piquant features mixed together. Her eyes were a sharp blue, like Clark’s, and her hair was short and dark, with cute bangs. The way she held herself, though, was all Lois: showing off her proud breasts and swaying hips not so much to appeal to a man, but daring him to make something of it.
There was something cuddly about her, though, tomboyish as she was. Having caught Kon and Lana in the middle of what they were doing, she seemed full of girlish intrigue—innocent and not so innocent in equal measure, full of both scandal and curiosity. The total Britney Spears, Kon thought.
It didn’t bother him that Cir was seeing him naked or that she’d seen him fucking a red-hot piece of MILF tail. Not like that was anything to be ashamed of. He smiled at Cir, thinking that there was probably no nudity taboo in the future. People maybe even fucked in public. He had to show her he could keep up with her sci-fi sophistication. He was a clone, after all. And an alien.
“Hey, babe, as long as you’re on vacation in the past, you should remember to knock. Our doors don’t open by themselves for a reason; we’ve already invented the automatic door, y’know.”
“She doesn’t have to knock,” Lana said crossly. She saw Cir as something of a ward, not the kissing cousin she was to Kon, and Lana worried that Kon’s aggressive joking would put Cir off. Maybe make her cry. “I told her we could watch a movie together, that my door was always open.”
“Easy, Red, it’s just a joke,” Kon chuckled. “I’m glad to see her; Cir can drop in unannounced whenever she wants, as far as I’m concerned. What guy wouldn’t be glad to see a lady with a 24/7 Brazilian? You glad to see me, Cir?”
“I’m… always happy to see you,” Cir ventured, still out of sorts from finding Kon and Lana in bed together.
She’d thought Kon had a crush on her. Hell, she could’ve believed Lana had a crush on her. She wouldn’t have thought Kon would be so interested in an older woman.
“But now you’re real happy to see me, aren’t you? Because you’re seeing this big cock of mine. And it’s happy to see you too. It’s nice and big and hard and fat and nine inches long. And when it’s like this, I can fill a tight little pussy all the way up, can’t I, Lana? And there isn’t much that’s better than getting fucked by me, now is there? C’mon, Lana, you can tell her, you’ve been around the block a few times—nothing rocks your world like a strange visitor from another one!”
“Kon, geez, rein it in a bit,” Lana told him. “And put your cock away.”
“Want it all to yourself, huh?” Kon grinned. “I’m not surprised. I don’t think you can handle being my seven days a week cocksleeve, but thumbs up for confidence.”
“Your seven days a week what?” Cir asked.
“Yes, Kon,” Lana added humorlessly. “What?”
Kon considered that Lana might be offended, then dismissed it as impossible. No way she could be bent out of shape after the screwing he’d given her. “Well, Cir, you see how wet this cock is? I don’t know when you got here, so you mighta missed this, but I just had it in Lana’s sweet cunt. It’s nice and wet and slippery in there. I think Lana hasn’t had a man-friend in a while, so she really rolled out the red carpet for me. She’s pretty well addicted to my big cock now, but in a good way, since I’ve got a never-ending supply of Vitamin Kon for her. So which would you rather do, Cir, watch some chick flick or ride the ride yourself? When you’ve got a never-ending supply, you don’t mind sharing some with friends.”
Cir-El didn’t say anything. But she couldn’t take her eyes off Kon’s big prick.
“Okay, Kon, I think you’ve made enough of an ass out of yourself,” Lana said in her most mature voice. “I know Cir kinda started it by walking in on us, but you’re not helping.”
“Sure I am. It’s obvious the only movie Cir-El wants to watch is our sex tape. Well, don’t you worry, babe, we haven’t been wasting time talking. This sex machine has been recharging and Lana here, hot as she is, is coming to terms with the fact that the ride has come to a complete stop for her. No need to take the training wheels off on your first trip around the block, Red—believe me, I will be coming back for more. But Cir and I, we’re metahumans. We can go all night. We have to go all night. I’m not saying you couldn’t, Lana, I’m just saying why carry the suitcase on your shoulder when it has wheels? Why give yourself a sponge bath when the shower works? Why read a romance novel when you can order Naughty Housewives 15 on pay-per-view? If it helps, think of me as a vibrator. I took care of your tension, hot stuff—no need to use up the whole battery. Let your sexy, barely legal, pleated skirt roommate have a turn. She may use it more, but that’s because she’s been at Catholic school all day, getting spanked by rulers and washing the other girls’ backs in the communal shower. She needs it more. Don’t you remember being eighteen? I do, since I was cloned at that age, and I definitely need it more than Superman. That guy turned down Maxima and actually respects that Power Girl’s his cousin. Do you think it’s different for Cir-El, just because she’s a woman? That’s sexist. We’re equal. Look at us: we practically have the same haircut. We need to fuck until both of our super bodies give out! She’s half-human, I’m half-human… it’ll all probably even out.”
“Kon,” Lana said, “I’m sorry I fucked you. I think I broke whatever meter in your head usually regulates your ego. Cir, I’m sorry to you too. Normally he can do an uncanny impression of having some amount of sensitivity, even decorum.”
“That’s okay,” Cir said. “I’m happy he’s happy. And that he’s feeling so confident. Everyone should have lots and lots of self-confidence.”
“There’s a reason I’m confident. I think you’ve seen it,” Kon assured her. He stretched out on the bed, hands pillowed behind his head. “Come and get it, Cir. I’ll let you make the first blow.”
“You’re in my bed,” Lana told him.
“If you want to join in—“
“Get out of my room.”
Sighing, Kon got to his feet. “Old people. So prudish. C’mon, Cir, let’s find a mountain range no one’s using.”
“I think I’m going to stay with Lana,” Cir said. “You are a clone of my dad, after all.”
“And someone else!” Kon pointed out. “That makes me a clone of your uncle, at most!”
“Maybe if it turns out that, for some crazy reason, we’re not actually related—which would mean either I’m not Superman’s daughter or you’re not Superman’s clone—then I’d think about it. Otherwise, I think I’ll just watch the movie with Lana. I already rented the sequel from Redbox.”
“What if I’m a Bizarro? Would that be far away enough from Superman? I mean, would am that not be far a… near away enough… not enough… crap!”
Lana started pushing Kon out the door.
“Bye Kon.” Cir waved to him. “You really do have a nice body. And I like your penis.”
Kon started struggling against Lana’s eviction, but he couldn’t bring himself to overpower the human woman, so he just floated up high enough to speak to Cir unhindered. “At least let me see you naked too! It’s equality!” His head bumped against the lintel as Lana forced him through the door. “Oww!”
He emerged out into the hallway, right in front of Traci 13 and Natasha Irons. They both gaped at his naked body. Kon smiled at them and subtly flexed. Natasha averted her eyes, while Traci did her best to commit his powerful male body to memory.
He looked like a centerfold out of a copy of Playgirl—maybe the most attractive man she’d ever seen. Certainly the most attractive man she’d seen naked.
“Kon, go get dressed, I mean it!” Lana said, reaching out of the doorway to turn Kon around and send him the other way as the girls with a shove. “Sorry about that, ladies. It’s a long story.”
Natasha looked inside the room. Lana was naked behind the door. Cir sat on the couch.
“We’re going to watch a movie.”
“I’m getting dressed first,” Lana explained. Then: “It’s a long story,” she repeated.
The door closed. Kon was beating a retreat, perhaps having decided he’d pressed his luck enough for one evening. Traci watched him go. His ass was thick and muscular and she could see his dick between his thighs, even from behind his body.
“Holy shit, Nat, did you see the size of that boy’s cock?”
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