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Having A Ball
🕑 Added 2021-12-04 00:00:03 +0000 UTCIt was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Best of times: Not only was Kon having a team-up with Power Girl, but a hero from another universe named She-Hulk had shown up. She-Hulk was a stone-cold fox, taller than tall, but no WNBA player. She was built like a diesel train, thick biceps and thighs totally matched by her fat ass and full breasts. Her robust body was squared away in a singlet that tightly hugged her curves as well as her rock-hard abs. Every inch of her was toned and green, despite the plumpness of her teardrop breasts and ample buttocks. She looked like she could break Kon in half and he would like to see her try.
Then there was Power Girl. The woman didn’t age, never changed her costume, but Kon couldn’t get used to how good she looked. Those awe-inspiring breasts—Kon almost would’ve believed they were padding if it weren’t for the cut-out showing how real they were. She was shorter than She-Hulk and not as chiseled, but there was still plenty of firm muscle on her statuesque body. There had to be—bulging quads and biceps to keep her spectacular tits from looking ludicrously oversized for her frame. Instead, they somehow seemed to fit with the rest of her lavish body. She seemed like the only woman who could give She-Hulk a run for her money in sheer abundant femininity.
The worst of times: While She-Hulk and the motley crew of JLAers on duty had been going after the supervillain she’d come to this universe to track down, the loser had caught Kon inside of a forcefield bubble that was absolutely unbreakable. It was the size of a Smartcar, so Kon wasn’t in danger of cramping, but he’d been soundly taken out of the fight.
The best of times: He was stuck in there with Power Girl and She-Hulk.
The worst of times: Neither Power Girl or She-Hulk was the most petite of women.
As it happened, they’d ended up stuck in a rather unique arrangement. Kon was essentially sitting in She-Hulk’s lap (“Call me Jen, so long as we’re getting to know each other.”) while Power Girl—Karen—was straddling his lap like she was giving him a private dance. Kon was no small fry himself and with their three towering frames packed into the bubble together, there was no way to move themselves around and get more comfortable.
Not that Kon was uncomfortable. But it was pretty awkward to have his head resting against Jen’s boobs while Karen’s were shoved into his face. The two hulking women were face to face, while Kon was sandwiched between their chests, which were all but pressed together by the sheer abundant size of their combined cleavage.
It was pretty great, but Kon could only enjoy himself so much without being a creep. It wasn’t like either of them had agreed to being stuck in this bubble with him, much as that was rapidly becoming his new fetish. And with the little room they had available, it would be very obvious if Kon had a reaction. Very, very obvious—wearing such tight pants as part of his costume was suddenly seeming like a bad idea.
Jen suddenly began to laugh. The ripples of the movement stirred her cleavage against the back of Kon’s head. As great as it felt to have Karen’s breasts in his face, her boob window parked right in front of his staring eyes, Kon suddenly wished he could turn around and burrow into Jen’s jiggling tits.
“What’s so funny?” Karen asked. If Kon was regretting wearing jeans a size too small, Karen couldn’t be feeling too good about having a big hole in the front of her costume.
“I was just thinking that you two have probably been in worse spots than this—but I’m sure none of us have ever been in a tighter spot.”
Karen cracked a small grin. “Yeah. It could be worse.”
“How?” Kon tried to ask—making a valiant attempt to sympathize with the two women—but with his personal space overflowing with cleavage, nothing much came out but a muffled “Hh”.
“At least he can’t talk,” Karen said, sharing a smile now with Jen.
“And for a teenager, he doesn’t smell too bad.”
“He was cloned from Superman; of course he’s got good hygiene.”
“Superman?” Jen asked. “The cute one with the big S?”
“Oh yeah. Why? Are you in the market?”
“For a good-looking guy who’s modestly invulnerable? Always. I prefer breaking beds to breaking backs… unless you and he are already…”
“No, no, it’s… too complicated. There’s another universe where we’re… well… cousins.”
“No way!” Jen cried. The outburst pushed her breasts hard into Kon’s cranium. He couldn’t take it anymore.
Slowly, trying not to take up any attention, he craned his neck to the side. Feeling Jen’s spandex costume, and the supple flesh beneath, brush against his ear. Like a floodgate had opened, the warmth of her body poured into the side of his face, more and more as he turned his head further.
It was heavenly. He could feel the swell of her tits with each breath, while still sampling that lovely firm softness of Karen’s boobs on the other side of his face. Kon nearly moaned aloud. His cock was stiffening up fast, but he couldn’t care about that. He might embarrass himself momentarily, but the memory of this bliss would last forever.
“My cousin,” Jen continued, “let’s just say he’s also gone green.”
“You mean he’s some kind of… He-Hulk?”
Jen chuckled. “Heh, I wish.”
The abundant flesh of her bosom slid against Kon’s face with her laugh. His chin dropped down. They weren’t noticing a thing while engulfed in their girltalk. He hoped they kept chatting forever.
“People who don’t know any better think we would make such a good couple,” Jen went on. “He’s strong, I’m strong. You go online, there’s all sorts of drawings and stories, you have no idea…”
“Jen, look at me. I have every idea.”
Karen laughed to herself, her sumptuous breasts heaving, and then Kon felt it. Brushing against his sensitive lips, tactile right through the material of Karen’s thin costume, was a nipple. The fabric of Karen’s costume was almost like gossamer, doing little to protect her body, only hiding it from sight. It wasn’t armor—like Kon and Clark, her invulnerability came from a bodily forcefield extending scant centimeters beyond her skin. And it wasn’t a bra either; Karen didn’t need one. So through that little satiny covering of fabric, Kon could’ve sworn he felt every bump on her stiff nipple and tender areola.
Kon couldn’t help himself. Opening his mouth, he locked his lips around the imprint of Karen’s nipple and sucked it, right through her costume.
“Ooh!” Karen gasped, her cheeks coloring. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t notice what Kon was doing. The costume was as thin for her as it was for Kon. And even with the covering blunting Kon’s foreplay, Karen still felt the heat of his mouth and the pressure it put on her sensitive nipple with each little suck.
It felt good. The little pervert. Karen should smack him, but there was only so much she could move, wedged up tight in this ball with him. And she didn’t want to give away to Jen what a cheeky little perv a member of the House of El was. And it felt good. Karen’s eyelids flickered. Really good. Kon knew his stuff.
It was enough to make her wish that her costume wasn’t in the way, or that Kon would wise up and suck at the exposed cleavage you’d think he wouldn’t forget about… but no, that would give it away to Jen. And it felt even better with Jen unaware, not knowing how Karen was being pleasured literally right under her nose. Maybe Karen was a little pervert too. Or a big pervert.
I’m still going to kick his ass for this when we get loose, Karen promised herself. Unless he… doesn’t stop… no, no, he can’t stop…
“Are you okay?” Jen asked.
Karen forced her attention onto Jen. She couldn’t imagine how she looked just then. She knew damn well the effect Kon was having on her, but how much of it was showing on her face? “I’m… good as can be expected…”
She always got keyed up during a fight. And it wasn’t like she could do anything with this orb trapping the three of them. She needed to take the edge off. And this was making it a lot less awkward for Kon to be where he was. If he would just keep going…
“You made a noise,” Jen continued. She grinned commiseratively. “Please tell me you don’t need to go to the bathroom or anything.”
“No.” No, that’s not why my pussy’s wet at all…
Kon’s arms were pinned at his sides, but he could still move them enough to put his hand on Karen’s knee. God, you’re one cheeky bastard, she thought. I really have to get trapped by a supervillain to find a date who’s not intimidated by me.
“You’re not feeling sick, are you?” Jen asked, totally ignorant of how Kon’s hand was rubbing Karen’s knee back and forth.
Karen felt flushed, her cheeks burning, sweat beginning to dot her brow and slick the skin under her arms. Not to mention what was happening between her legs. Suddenly she wished Kon wasn’t such a metrosexual. A haze of Axe body spray would come in handy right about now, keeping the place from smelling like a fishing boat…
“I, uh… oh… I’m not having any problems with bodily functions…” Karen took a deep breath. Her lungs weren’t entirely cooperating, not while Kon was sucking and groping her the way he was. “I’m fine.” But I just may squirt if this keeps up…
Kon’s hand went higher up her leg. Karen never felt exposed wearing her skimpy costume, not even when it got damaged, but Kon was reminding her of being on a date, dressed up nice and modest, and then that giving way to things that weren’t so modest. His grip raked up her thigh, touching where any decent stocking would cover, then daringly trying the expanse of flesh just before her groin. It made Karen feel like she was being stripped of a dress—made naked.
Kon made a sound in his throat. He was sucking her nipple harder, like he was trying to pull it right through her costume, and Karen’s eyes drifted upward to show their whites. Christ, what a perv—goddamn kinky son of a bitch, turning me on so much—give anything to have this orb to ourselves, just him and me—maybe Jen could be outside, listening in—she’s pretty cute—and any chick that shade of green has gotta be pretty open-minded.
Kon’s palm warmed her inner thigh. His hand was hot and sweaty, like he had heated it on a fire. Karen suddenly had a fantasy of being in a cabin in the winter, a fire in the fireplace… snowed in… Kon warming his hands on the fire and then using them on her… in the fantasy, her quaint little cabin could be the size of Wayne Manor, with a picturesque view of some frozen lake, but Karen realized her reality was almost the dream. Just much less space and not so alone.
Fuck this devious little prick, he’s making me want him to put his hand on my cunt. And he’s not doing it! Son of a bitch!
Karen tried to open her legs, but her knees were already pressed against the sides of the orb. There was no way she could present herself to him more than she already was, which was both a blessing and a curse. Maybe with his tactile telekinesis, Kon could reduce her costume to atoms, but even that motherfucker wasn’t debauched enough to do that.
Karen bit her lip. No, he was just enough of a pervert to get her itching to be touched, but he wouldn’t follow through and ravage her. It was enough to make her rethink her stance on interdimensional dating. Lois probably got ravaged. That butch bitch had to get ravaged every night…
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jen asked—her solicitousness the perfect counterpoint to Kon’s perversion.
“I’m good,” Karen moaned, heat flashing not just on her face, not just on her stiff nipples, but deep inside her cunt. “I’m so fucking good…”
Now Kon’s teeth sank into the roundness of her breast, putting more pressure on her achingly aroused flesh. Karen went cross-eyed. All she wanted was to feel Kon inside her, finishing the job that he’d started by making her so unbearably turned on—and even the presence of She-Hulk couldn’t stop her. Fuck that green bitch. She wasn’t from this universe anyway. Who cared if she saw Karen acting like a total slut? She could just sit back and enjoy the show.
Karen reached down to the swath of fabric that covered her crotch, a narrow band that ran over her pubis, between her powerful thighs, and then up between her buttocks. It was easy to pull it out of the way, baring her cunt, and then Karen really gasped—something she couldn’t play off as anything but sexual. The combination of open air on her pussy and now freely feeling the heat coming off of Kon’s erection was enough to make her double down on her decision.
“Fuck me, Kon! Damn you, you little shit, I need it right now! Get that cock out and put it inside me!”
“Peej, what the fuck?” Jen demanded, emerald eyes opening in wide-set disbelief as she saw Kon draw down his zipper as well. Maybe it was tactile telekinesis or maybe it was just how aroused he was, but his engorged cock stuck out of his open fly immediately, towering into the air to occupy virtually all the space left between Kon and Karen’s bodies.
Karen barely acknowledged her, all focus on that massive cock she had to get into her pussy. “If you don’t want to watch this, close your eyes. And if you don’t want to hear it, start humming.”
Jen’s eyes stayed open. She didn’t hum.
Comments
Shendude
Took the words right out of my mouth!
ryswell
I'm always in the mood for good Power Girl lewds.
barrelybarrel
This story is both hot and hilarious!
