A/N I'm changing canon bc it sucks, this is my world, I do what I want, fite me
The Myriad, formerly Sasha Green, was finally on a vacation, and for her, that meant working her ass off.
She'd been a workaholic since childhood, pretty consistently doing all she could to learn academics, language, and martial arts, and, while she never had the raw talent needed for the first two, she did have the body and mindset to become an excellent martial artist, which of course she worked nonstop at until her former boss, Lex Luthor, had her killed. Thankfully, that was soon reversed when an alien parasite used her as part of his (its? Sasha didn't want to think or ask about it) plan to take over earth, which Supergirl stopped, leaving behind a very confused, super-powered Sasha. Her birthday had passed when she was dead, and wasn't even sure if she was technically 25 or 26 when she woke up. Thirteen years later, she still had no idea.
Since her exploits with the Hitman (who had an idiotic codename, but he was scary and hot so she never said this), she discovered her powers of mind control included total personality absorption, which, over the years, proved very hard to control, but she managed.
And now she was back to working solo, investigating suspicious circumstances on this massive cruise ship on behalf of some associates of Hitman's, who she suspected may have been the Justice League itself, but she also didn't say this to him, as he was always too proud to admit how much he liked Superman. Not that it mattered- after all, she was getting paid, but even she found it hard to devote herself totally to work on this ship. After all, everyone around her was having loads of fun.
"What the hell- how am I- how do I- you're Chris?!" Lin- now revealed as Matrix, covered up her breasts with the thin sheet, starting to panic.
"Matrix I- I haven't seen you since I was a child! I swear, we though you were dead when Linda Danvers got her powers.. she's.. wait, can you explain that? That whole thing with her made no sense. Neither did you, no offense, but- what the hell?"
"Chris, I.." Lin- Mae- curled up on the bed, not quite sure if she should look at Chris. "I haven't seen you since you were just a kid, rescued from the Phantom Zone... Wait, are we siblings? Because I was created by Lex Luthor from another timeline using General Zod's tech, and we were both adopted by.. damn, you're right, my life is confusing." She held her arms up in exasperation.
Chris slipped over to grab some underwear, slipping it over his softening manhood before continuing, "Yeah, and it just got a whole lot more confusing... So, can you just tell me what's the last thing you remember? Because it's been eleven years."
Mae curled up further, and, for the extra mile, extended a tendril to grab her underwear, putting it on by what Chris could only call absorption. He didn't need to see that, and was pretty sure that she could've just formed some underwear on her, but he didn't question it, letting her say, "Eleven years? Goddamn.. well, I remember when the Phantom Zone attack happened, and those cultists..." she looked up, more sure of herself, like a stormy sky clearing up, "I saved Linda's life, gave her some, er, protoplasmic matrix to heal- and when that building caved in and- nothing."
"We pulled Linda out of that rubble- Fortress computers said nothing short of complete matrix donation would've saved her."
"Well- I thought It was too. If it wasn't for all the Kryptionian tech around when the dimensional rift collapsed, I wouldn't have known to do it. I may not have been in control..." She looked down, hand on her head, "I'm sorry. It's fuzzy. I remember a few things- waking up, strapped to beds, in chambers, or test tubes or something- but I really don't know anything." She felt Chris put his hand on her shoulder and looked up, smiling weakly at him, "So, Chris- what did I miss?"
"Ah, shit, where to start.." He took a deep breath, smiling nervously back at her. "Well, a few months after you disappeared, Lois got pregnant.."
She jumped up much happier now, "Pregnant? Did it go well?"
"Yes, yes, its fine," he put his hand up casually, chuckling, "His name's Jon, after Clark's dad. He's a real joy. Oh, and Batman has a son too! His name's Damian, and he's kind of a dick- not like Dick, he's still cool- but he's leading the Titans now, so that's fun."
"Do you have pictures? On your phone? I'm so sad I didn't see them growing up."
"Well, you see, Damian actually met his dad only a few years ago. He was artificially aged by the League of Assassins after Talia al Ghul roofied Batman, and that'll sound a lot less weird after a few years."
She stared at him.
"Lets see.. Barry Allen's alive again, so is Hal Jordan, and so is Jason Todd- that's the second robin, if you forgot."
"How did that happen? Did Barbra get un-paralyzed?"
"No, of course she didn't, that's stupid. Barry never really died it seems, Hal found god in the afterlife- oh, there's another Spectre, by the way- and Batman doesn't talk about Jason. He and Roy- oh! Roy has a daughter. She's like six. I'll get some pictures."
"Finally!" She grabbed his phone out of his hand, scrolling though his camera roll.
"Yeah. Her mom's Cheshire, the assassin one, so that sucks. Also Roy was a clone most of the time, so that sucks. Never found the OG."
"That still mean original?"
"Yeah. Oh, the Teen Titans, Titans, and Young Justice have been coexisting fine. One of the Clayfaces is a good guy now, and Batman's cousin is operating as a vigilante too."
"That's a dumb coincidence. Why are we all related?" She didn't look up from the pictures.
"Yeah- well, the real stuff is, did you know Kara was a really popular name on Krypton? We found two survivors, one named Kara Zor-El and another named Kara In-Ze. The first became Supergirl, because you know, the S, and In-Ze became Power Girl, who really likes showing off her tits. Some people don't like it but she doesn't like them either. Oh, and we unshrunk Kandor and got Argo City back from the PZ, so now they're together on a giant space station called New Krypton orbiting the sun on the opposite side of earth's axis"
She put the phone down, raising her knees to her chin. "So I can't be Supergirl anymore?"
Chris realized what he'd said, and how unfiltered he said it. "Well- yes you can. Kara and Linda coexisted as Supergirls, and Kara even got adopted by the Danverses. There was this also this other Supergirl, Cir-El, who we thought was from the future, but was actually Braniac's creation, but she got better and now she's off with the Outlaws, Jason Todd's group. Oh, Bizarro's a good guy now too, but was he ever really evil?"
She leaned against the headrest. "So I'm not even the most confusing Supergirl, huh." She smilled and laughed, looking over at Chris.
"Nope." He considered putting his arm around her, but decided against it. "Say, wanna go up to the Lounge to talk in a more.. *ahem*, restrained setting?"
Mae smiled, looking very much like the same woman he met at the bar an hour ago. "Sure would, Chris."
Chris sat back down were this whole ordeal began, by the window of the luxury lounge over the gentle blue ocean. He wondered what he would do if he had simply stayed there. It was nice, looking at the crystal water. He could've sat her for a long time.
But now was a more serious time. Mae was sitting across from him, eating small pastries (that wasn't the serious part of course).
"So," began Chris, "I think we can agree that this isn't a coincidence, right?" She said nothing, so he continued, "Right. So what we have to do is find out why we were both sent on this Cruise- now, remember, my suite was meant for Conner. And this wasn't spontaneously planned, as Conner gave me the invitation months ago!"
"Yeah, I-" Mae put the plate down so she could rub her forehead. "I don't exactly remember what was real and what's not. Now that I remember who I really am- everything's gotten.. blury."
"Hey, Mae, it's alright-" he reached over to pat her shoulder, "We'll figure this out. I already have a few theories."
"Like what?"
"Well, Conner was cloned at Cadmus labs, and he was supposed to be here, so maybe the place you were taken was Cadmus?" He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Hmm. That's possible. Cadmus didn't look unilke any other evil lab, so I'd say it's a definitely maybe."
Chris leaned forward, putting his lips over his pointer fingers, saying, "So, Mae... I say we fly around the suites to see if any other Cadmus experiments are here."
"And what if there aren't? That'll be.. awkward."
Chris leaned back, sighing, "That is a good point. We really don't know anything," his brow furrowed as he looked at the ceiling. "I don't like this. At all," he then looked down at her, "Do you even remember how to use your powers?"
"I- I'm not sure," she stood up. "Wanna find out?"
Chris wasn't sure what she had in mind, but he was ready for anything.
Nineteen stories above the water stood a deck on the mammoth boat, a selling point, as it was the tallest point on any seafaring vessel. Everyone had cleared out, as it was its most packed when they set sail. Now, the only couple standing atop the pale, glossy wood was the pair of adoptive Kents.
"So, Chris," Mae looked behind her, to the starboard side of the boat, where a few people still were, before looking back over the aft, "Did you ever get the feeling to throw something over the edge? Or yourself? You know, l'appel du vide? Or did you always rely on your powers? I remember both, because, you know, mind fuckery." She pointed to her temple.
Chris started casually floating, knowing there was nobody that'd see him, explaining, "Well, my most important developmental years being spent in the Phantom Zone, I'm actually a lot weaker, so if I were to, say, through my iPod off the edge, I wouldn't have been fast enough to get it, but I've been getting faster."
As he floated, Mae leaned over the edge. "I'm sure getting that now- and," she stood up, putting her foot up on one of the bars for the guardrail, "if I have my powers, I guess there's only one way to find out!" She stood up on top of it, leaning back.
Chris stood up, moving towards her, yelling, "No, wait!"
Too late. She jumped, looking joyous.
Chris had to admit, her jump was beautiful. Elegant. She arched her back as she jumped and straightened out as she fell. When she hit the water, though, that look changed. A lot.
She clearly didn't have her powers, as Chris learned in a way he'd rather not see, her body smashing against the water and turning into pink, sloshy ooze. The man hoped over the side, well in control of his own powers, and flew down faster than the untrained eye could see.
When he had gotten down there, her body was already reforming, though the rocking waves made it difficult. He hovered above the water for a bit, unsure of what to do as the cruise ship slowly passed by. A hand formed, turned tan, and reached up to Chris. He recoiled, but soon grabbed it, pulling her out of the water. She soon reformed into Mae, albeit naked.
"Chris! I-" both of her arms flew to hide herself, her right arm going across her chest, and her left over her crotch. The problem was that Chris was holding her left hand, and in protecting her modesty, she fell back into the water.
Since she only fell about 20 feet, her body didn't splatter again, thankfully. She swam up and gasped for air.
"Chris! I'm sorry, I thought I could- but- dammit!" she said with an agitated tone, struggling to stay above water.
Chris picked her up again and said, "It's fine, I- uh, don't mind," he hoped he wasn't blushing. He was in college for god's sake! "Well, uh, I was holding you pretty tight, so your strength must still be there, right?" he asked, knowing that it was more likely her hand reverted to semisolid state for a time, but he hoped the encouragement would work as a placebo.
It did. She calmed, saying, "Okay, I can tread water for a while, see? I'm naked because some of me had been scattered to the ocean when I fell, so I won't be able to shapeshift for a few hours until I get some rest."
"Okay. The, uh, ship is gone though," he said, pointing behind him, where the cruise ship was slowly going away.
"I know that," she whined, "look, I you're fast, right? Can you go to my suite- on the back, eighth floor- and get a swimsuit for me? I'll be fine, but I'm not going back to the ship butt-ass naked!"
"Gotcha," he said simply, turning around and flying a hair under the speed of sound, soon catching up to the boat. First, he went to his cabin, getting into a swimsuit in under 2 seconds, and then went across the back of the ship to the cabin she pointed at's balcony. It was identical to his, only flipped. He felt uncomfortable going through all her drawers and suitcases, even going in super speed. He soon found a red and pink stripped bikini, and, less than half a minute before he left, zoomed back to Mae. She put the suit on somewhat clumsily, and got in Chris' arms, flying to the back of the ship on deck 4, the lowest deck with an outside.
The soaking woman breathed heavily and sat down, her back against the metal rail that marked the furthest back point in the ship, while Chris looked over the side at the powerful propellers, the sheer size of the wake alone enough even to make a kryptonian uncomfortable.
"Hey- Chris, sorry I made you go through all that," she laughed weakly.
"No problem, Mae. Anything to get you naked," he grinned.
She pushed him, scoffing, "oh come on, what are you, 12?" she paused, "Don't answer that, its.. weird thinking about you as a kid." She leaned on his chest.
"Yeah. I don't really remember you beyond stories I've heard. But you always seemed nice and, well you are," he smiled, putting his arm around her.
"Its a miracle nobody saw us," said Mae.
"No, it's not, since I caused a distraction. Now, mind telling me what the hell you two are?" a woman said, walking around the corner. Her hair was medium brown and in a short, wavy bob cut, she in a wore a deep purple tracksuit, and held a small silenced pistol in her hand. She was taller than Mae, who was 5'8", but shorter than Chris, who was 6'0.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Mae aggressively, standing up. Chris stood too, rubbing the long hair on the back of his head.
"I'm the woman who made sure everybody was looking the opposite way while you to played arial strip poker with Ariel! And I almost blew my cover with some gunshots, so you better talk."
Mae, remembering her boldness as Supergirl, simply got closer to the woman, saying, "Cover? Who the hell do you work for? And how do you know I don't outrank you?" Chris tried to pull her back, but it seemed that her strength was returning. The woman stared at her eyes, and she stared back.
Suddenly, her gaze's harshness lessened, and she remembered a time when that face and those eyes pulled her out of alien slime, comforting her, protecting her. She turned the gun's safety on. "Y-you look just like Supergirl," she said.
Mae backed off and looked at Chris. "Well, I'm not Supergirl," she asserted.
"No, not that Supergirl. Not the one in white or the one with the midriff or the one with the tits- the first one, the one who dated Lex Luthor's clone thingy. You've gotta be her. You two were flying, and..."
Mae looked at Chris yet again. "Well.. what if I am? And who are you?"
"My name's Myriad. You saved my life from Genis, when he tried to eat everyone in Rhode Island."
"I'm... Mae. Trix. Matrix, the Matrix Supergirl yeah." She then shot a look at Chris that clearly meant 'no IDs'. "And this is Lor. Lor-Zod, Superboy."
Chris flinched. He didn't like his birth name, or his birth parents.
"Okay. Thats.. nice," said Myriad. "Do either of you know what the fuck is going on?"
"None. Sorry," said Mae. "Do you have a name we can use in public, perhaps? And what cover are you under?"
"Call me Sasha. I used to work for Lex Luthor. Back when you used to date. And then he killed me."
"I- hey, that's not really fair. And are you really working for Lex Luthor?"
"No, I'm doing a favor for an old friend. I don't actually know who. Or why," she shook her head, "I'm assuming the JL sent you two?"
"No, actually. I'm involved in whatever's going on, but I don't know how," shrugged Mae, "My memory was wiped. I just met C- Lor by accident."
"Funny coincidence," she said, not trusting them, "would you allow me to come to your room? I maybe I could.. help you."
"Uh, okay. sure."
Mae unlocked the door to her room, and her newly met allies stepped inside. Sasha had since unzipped her tracksuit down to her belly button to fit in with her lightly-clad super-friends. Chris turned the lights on and saw the mess he had made finding a swimsuit for Mae, but she didn't mind, walking to the couch, laying down.
She moved her wet hair off the pillow, sighing deeply, "I'm really tired." Wake me up when you find the evil layer. I'd look in the buffet, never- *yawn*- liked those places." She didn't notice Sasha pouring through her mess, lifting up toiletries and clothes and phone chargers, trying to find evidence of, well, anything. What she eventually found was quite different.
She pulled out a 4.5 inch long, electric blue, curved dildo from a pile of underwear. "Really?" she yakked.
"Heh, I may have disturbed some of your belongings when I found your swimsuit, Matrix," he said nervously.
"Wha-" she stirred, "oh, put that away. I won't be needing it."
Sasha Hmm'd. "It's not the biggest."
"Well, she won't be needing it," insisted Chris, half hoping to diffuse the situation, half hoping to escalate it. He sat down next to Mae.
"And what are you referring to?" asked Sasha coyly, playing with her low zipper.
"What do you think it means, tracksuit?" retorted Mae, eyes half open, and moving her fingers around the drawstrings to Chris' swimming trunks. Chris tried to push her away, but was interrupted by, to his surprise, Sasha.
She sat down on the blue cushioned club chair across from them, back straight and chin up, and said, "No, no, I actually wanna see where this is going." She smiled even more coyly.
"Uh okay," muttered Chis, shifiting his weight as he allowed Mae to pull off his trunks. Sasha rolled up her sleeves.
"I mean," said Mae sleepily as she pushed his trunks off his feet, down to the ground, "she already saw me naked, so why can't she see you?"
Sasha was clearly enjoying the show, moving forward, putting her elbows on her knees, and balancing her jaw on her hands. Her tounge's tip stuck out from her lips, teasing her upper lip. She was biting it in arousal.
Mae rested her head on Chris' groin, gently flicking his half-hard cock with her tongue. Chris lounged back, putting his muscular arms atop the couch while Mae got comfortable atop his pubes, his body, less far less godlike and sculpted, but still very fit and muscular, serving as a good pillow. His member stirred, but didn't awaken.
Sasha felt a surge of dopamine as Chris' pumping blood shifted his cock, making it face her. She fully undid the zipper, and tossed aside the top to her tracksuit. Her hand dived into her tight pants, swimming in the growing wetness of her slit. With her other hand, she grabbed the waistband of her pants, clumsily sliding them down as she moved her hips side to side.
Mae took three fingers and bounced his balls, once again full, despite their prior romp. This and Sasha's dance thickened his cock, lifting it off Mae's arm.
"Oh-ho, you like that, don't you, Boy of Steel," cooed Sasha. Chris didn't bother to mention how he disliked that moniker, watching as Sasha turned around, showing Chris her lace-covered ass, moving it in perfect little circles. She snaked a finger across it. She eventually got her pants all the way off, and backed up to Chris, sticking her plump ass right in front of him. "You might wanna move, girly, you don't seem like the type of gal who likes ass in her face," she purred. Agreeing, Mae moved up to Chris' shoulder, occasionally nipping his neck. Sasha began her lapdance, resuming her ass' circles, but also moving up and down, far enough so that his cockhead hit the small of her back and that her ass was at his chest.
"Emphasis on the Steel there, huh?" she whispered, grinding her ass on his unbreakable shaft. She turned around without getting up, her supple flesh bathing Chris' inner thighs, already glistening with sweat. Now facing him, she waved her body, slowly raising her arms up. "Take my bra off," she murmured.
Chris pulled her closer, slipping his dick under the black sports bra, reaching over with his left arm to push Sasha's head down, starting a tit fucking. She slowly removed her simple sports bra as she rubbed the tender flash between her D-cups. As she began to move up and down over his erection, her hands grabbed the bra's elastic under the armpit, slowly taking it off, but being sure not to deprive her chest of the feeling of Superboy's cock.
With her sports bra off, Sasha threw it across the room, allowing her hands to knead her large, aroused breasts around the young kryptonian's pulsating rod, staring him right in the eyes as she pushed into him. For all her palpating, and with all her body, she knew that her unwavering gaze was the most arousing tool at her disposal.
She moved down to where the tip of her pink, drooling tongue could titillate the very tip of his manhood, tasting the percolated precum. She then went up, smashing her plump tits against his cock until they were off, and then letting his tip drip onto her stomach, the sticky liquid sliding down her abs into her dry belly button. She repeated this.
"You're doing that again," chaffed Chris with concealed pleasure, "Up and down. Except its on the front," he looked right into her eyes, "Don't tell me you're a one-trick pony."
One Trick Pony? She scoffed, thinking, of course this guy has high standards, he's superboy! He's been doing this schtick since 14 I'd bet. Whatever. I'll show him one-trick pony!
Sasha squashed her tits together over his cock even harder, and then pushed onto his stomach with all her might, practically flattening her full bags against his unwavering skin, save for the cleavage that his glistening cockhead was sticking out of. She moved around her tongue, gathering up saliva, before slackening her jaw, allowing a thick dollop of drool glide down her tongue, then dripping down from it, stretching passed her soaking lips, her drool-speckled chin, until hitting the tip of Chris' dick. She stared back up at him, tongue still sticking out, showing off her salivating maw. Guys love this, he has to love it, she thought, but the young man's face remained as firm as the metal he was nicknamed for.
This is absurd.
Her spit had flowed over the head of his cock and began to lubricate his shaft and the inside of her cleavage. She began to slurp up the hanging strings, but lowered her head, still locking eyes for as long as possible. She looked down, released her breasts, and took in his cockhead all at once.
It didn't taste entirely foreign, as her saliva was already all over it. She'd have to wait until he came to get that full Kryptonian flavor, something she'd fantasized about since moving to metropolis, but never really thought would come true. As far as she could tell, the Boy of Steel barely reacted to his cock being totally engulfed by this beautiful older woman's hot, wet, viscid mouth. Perhaps I'm not down far enough, she thought, and, after fitting the entirety of his cock down her gullet, feeling his hair on his scrotum against her chin, she sucked in as hard as she could. Her breasts jiggled, her cheeks hollowed, and her hands, which were spreading his legs apart, went limp as her back straightened to accommodate for the suction force. She choked on some saliva and precum, but only let her eyes water, making sure her tight lips stayed just as tight, if not tighter. Her mouth was a vacuum, holding only coagulating fluids and one very thick cock.
Her salivary glands began to act up, and, once her mouth got so full she felt it might explode, she opened her lips, letting a torrent of fluid pour down his veiny shaft.
"Ahhh yes," he moaned.
Finally. She was satisfied. For now.
She didn't let this small victory get to her. She took his phallus even deeper this time, choking loudly, and quickly collecting more fluid to bathe this wonderful rod in with her numb lips, the sticky mess only adding to both their sensations. She gargled it, buckling back, using his muscular legs to balance herself. She gathered another large pool in her mouth, and spat the bubbling mess back onto his cock. She swallowed it yet again, going deep, maybe even deeper, but then pulling out, letting her tongue graze against the underside of his shaft. She did this again, each time going quicker and quicker, with less time spent swallowing his cock, but more time drenching it. She was drooling like a teenager having a wet dream, and, with the amount of liquid covering his cock, she wasn't even sure if she would be able to tell when he came.
That didn't bother her. As evidenced by her drooling, these quick slurps were the most fun she'd had in months.
She kept sucking him up, her mouth stretching so that it could hold his length for just a bit longer, giving her whole face a melting look. It looked like it'd soon join the frothing liquid on his cock, stirred up by her rapid imbibing. Chris thew his head back, placing his wide, strong hand on the back of her neck, pulling it like a saddle horn.
She soon felt like she wasn't breathing and didn't need to. These juices had made sticky membranes in and around her whole mouth, and now she was certain that her suspicions on the nature of her resurrection were correct. If she was wrong, well, this'd be an interesting way to die.
Her gagging sounds stirred Mae, who's movement led to her hand falling from Chris' shoulder to his crotch, soon to become drowned in the pool of sweat, spit and precum that Sasha was oh so proudly making.
This woke Mae abruptly. She drew her limp lips off of Chris' neck, blinked a few times, and lifted up her hand from the gooey mess. Realizing what this was, she quickly drew her hand up, shaking it rapidly.
A sizable glop landed on Sasha's wavy hair. She felt it, but, figuring that her face was already a mess, didn't mind. Instead, she laughed, letting more spit bubble around Chris' cock. She kept diving down and up on his cock as she giggled, her teeth scraping against his cock in a way that would hurt any man who wasn't indestructible.
Mae opened and closed her fingers, the space in between them bridged by the two's sticky mess. "Jesus, Chr- Lor," she mumbled, "you really did find yourself a little slut." She licked he slime off her fingers, surprisingly enjoying the sweet and sour taste of the hot fluid.
"Yeah, she really is," Chris breathed as he shook her head around his cock even more, making her once again laugh in delight. "I don't think you could ever be this slutty, Mae." He took the strands of hair which held the aforementioned glop of fluid between two fingers, dragging them up, and then slapping it right between her eyes, which looked up at him, engrossed, as the viscous fluid slowly ran down her angular nose.
Mae positioned herself up, raising an eyebrow at him. "I think I could be that slutty. But would I want to? Would it really be a good thing?"
"I don't know," he took his hand under Sasha's chin, finally lifting her off of his cock. She laughed more, drunk off this ropy mixture. He ran a finger up his cock, gathering some, and then carrying it across one of the tacky strings attaching her lips and his cock. Once it got close, she pounced, swallowing all that was on his finger in one gulp. "Would it be?"
Mae scoffed. "Out of the way, juicebox." That insult may have been regrettable, but it was accurate enough, as Sasha was dripping. Mae got off the couch and onto her knees, right next to Sasha, who herself lowered her head, focusing on Chris' balls begrudgingly (due to Supergirl's association with the guy that had her killed, Sasha wasn't a big fan of hers) while Mae began to lick his tip.
Immediately, Chris felt that Mae was far less experienced in fellatio, or at least less confident, than Sasha, but her nervous licks, done with a thinned tongue at his tip and the constant shifting of her clammy hands over his girth turned him on even more than Sasha's wide, fat licks or her firm hands at his base. Mae was very eager to please. Thank God for the Kents' work ethic.
Mae continued these light, soft touches, unknowingly working up a load of cum from Chris for the adorably nervous girl. The girl of steel pushed on, soon becoming more and more enthusiastic about her job. Yes, Chris liked her quick, clean licks, but her full tongue felt just as good (and her nerves hadn't gone away- her tongue still shook, adding to the sensation. A little embarrassing, but hey, the girl hadn't sucked anything in over a decade).
Meanwhile, Sasha was happily sucking away at Chris' balls. At first it seemed his were totally normal- his scrotum was loose and folded as any other guys', and he had a bounce that, while heftier than the average guy his age's, was very human. She was nervous to suck them too tight- did Kryptonians have a weak spot? Maybe because they were inside his skin..
He moaned as she sucked harder and harder, going to points she couldn't with a normal man. It seemed kryptonians really were that strong. Sasha kept on sucking the man's- no, thought she, the boy's- Boys! If this is a boy, I'd be scared to meet a man- fattening balls. Their hair, a darker brown than those on Lor's head, were coarse against her soft, feminine lips, and his skin tasted- well, it tasted something. Probably some sugary alien food. She popped one ball in and out of her mouth, and then the other. She licked from his cock's base- always avoiding Supergirl's tongue- down under his balls (she couldn't get sick, but there was still no way in hell she'd rim a guy). She drooled all over him like a fountain, but never stopped to breathe.
Meanwhile, a bit above, Mae was slowly relearning the art of sucking dick. She flattened her tongue as she licked the pendulum and the glans, pushing the pink mass against its might, and then slimming it back into a pink spade as it dived down the length of his cock. And with all her might, she sucked. She sucked what must have felt like all the sweat from his skin's folds, sucked his pores int a vacuum. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked everything that she could inter her gullet, making a slurping sound which eventually started sounding shrill and hollow when there was nothing left for her to suck in. Sasha looked up, impressed. Then, Mae started again.
Sasha eventually managed to fit both of Chris' balls in her mouth at once, and now bounced them in her widened maw, feeling his hot veins pulsate with his rapid heartbeat. She juggled their weight with her tongue as she fingered herself, allowing Mae's spit and Lor's precum to fall on her face, despite her not watching the exciting scene of the sloppy blowjob right above her head. That was, until she felt a change in the pulse- one perhaps only her heightened senses could feel, but a change indeed.
She pushed them out of her mouth, getting up, and tried to shove Mae out of the way, saying "He's coming! Get off of him!"
She was right- Chris indeed was cumming, and, once Mae got off, he shot his white rope of ejaculate out at what seemed like super speed, landing on the faces of both girls, marking their faces with a string that was at least half an inch thick.
"Ah fuck yes!" Yelled Sasha, licking up the cum in tongue distance of her mouth.
"Keep it down," Mae yelled, nudging Sasha, slightly embarrassed.
The door knocked. Nobody heard.
"Yeah," said Lor, with a mischevious look on his face that Sasha would have never expected from someone so close to Superman- then again, she'd never expected to do this with something from the boy scout's inner circle.
A louder knock. Nobody bothered.
"There's plenty for everyone," he continued, picking up the two girls, and tossing them onto Mae's bed. He hovered over them, and then shoved three fingers into both of their pink pussies. Mae moaned, but Sasha screamed. She was more than ready for another round with the Kryptionian.
"Fuck yeah!" she yelled, grabbing his arm, pulling masculine tanned flesh against her own, desiring it inside her.
The problem was, her screams attracted final knock on the door- a door soon broken down to reveal a very angry Kara Zor-El,
