Artemis ran her hand down Connor's back and he spun around to face her. She smiled innocently but with a dirty wink. Connor didn't know how he was supposed to react but he was pretty sure she was flirting with him. At least that was what Robin had told him it was called. "So why do they call your Superboy?" She asked cheekily, her hands still pressed against him. "Because Cadmus made me from Superman's DNA," he explained. She sighed. "You don't really get innuendo do you..."
It took a few more sessions from Robin about girls before Connor was ready for Artemis again. Robin had come to the conclusion that Connor was dealing with a girl at school and he hadn't corrected him. He was ready now, to conquer.
Artemis didn't notice as Connor slipped through the open door to her room. "Ahem," he announced himself and she jumped. "Jesus, Connor," she muttered, "What are you doing in my bedroom?" she added with a light cheekiness to her voice. "You wanted to know why they call me Superboy," he said trying to add in a tone of flirtiness like Robin had tried to teach him. It was late at night and she was tired so she didn't catch on to it. He lightly spanked her ass and her eyes widened realising what he meant. She flashed him a naughty grin. "About time..."
"Right then hot stuff..." she said trailing her finger down his chest, "you need to get naked." Connor smiled and peeled off his tight black shirt. "That's a good start," she licked her lips and pressed her hands to his bare skin. He looked her over in her pyjamas: a tight white shirt and small green panties. She reached for his jeans with enthusiasm but he caught her wrist and shook his head. "Your turn..."
"Not fair," she protested, her eyes still locked onto his bare chest, "I'm wearing far less than you were..." Connor smirked: "As you should be," he said. Artemis paused. "Did you just make a joke?" she asked, genuinely confused. He ignored her question and sat down on the edge of her bed. "You want me naked? Then strip." he ordered.
She bent over so her butt pointed up in the air and her face came down over his waist. For a moment he thought her mouth was going to reach the bulge in his jeans but it stopped just above it. He realised she was examining his chest, as if deciding whether it was worth it. "If I strip for you..." she started, "then what will you do to me?" she asked, the look on her face said that she was expecting great things. He didn't need to think before answering: "Spank you, grope you and screw you twice then leave you begging for more." She raised her face so it was level with his. "Three times and you got a deal."
Her hips swayed in front of him as she started to dance for him. She was really going the whole way with this. She rubbed her booty against his crotch daringly and he resisted the urge to reach out and grab it. There would be time for that later. She slowly, almost reluctantly, lifted up her shirt and discarded it, revealing her beautiful boobies. She fondled them for a moment in front of him then slid her hands down to her panties. She hooked her thumbs inside the elastic and dragged them down. Connor's eyes devoured her naked form.
She smirked at him, "Happy now?" she asked as she reached for his jeans again. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her down onto him, bending her over his knee. He rubbed her cheek against the large bulge in his trousers then whispered to her: "Undo them without using your hands, if you can," he dared. She raised an eyebrow. "Easy," she said as she tried to find the zipper with her tongue. His hand came down on her ass, spanking it hard. She moaned out. Her tongue kept searching, leaving a wet trail over his blue jeans as she scavenged his crotch for the zipper. He kept spanking her. It wasn't so easy for her that way. Even if she had wanted to use her hands to help she couldn't because with his free hand he gripped her wrists together and held them in place, behind her back. His right hand relentlessly slapped her two ass-cheeks.
For someone who had no idea about the ins and outs of sex just a mere week ago, Artemis was astonished at how he had picked all of this magic up since then. She imagined that Zatanna and Robin had both leant a helping hand in his education. She managed to grip the zipper in her teeth and started to drag it down when he spoke up. "Where do you want me to fuck you first? Ass or pussy?" it was a genuine question, but she couldn't answer without dropping the zipper she'd worked so hard to find. He spanked her much harder than he had before and she dropped it involuntarily. "Ass," she decided. He eyed up her cute little butt and decided this was acceptable, letting her get back to taking off his jeans. It was much easier now that it was started for Artemis to find the zipper and take it all the way down.
She now realised she had no way of actually getting the jeans off but Superboy wasn't going to let her continue anymore anyways. He flipped her onto the bed and she landed on her stomach. He pinned her arms behind her back again with one hand and the other started to roam her body. It rubbed at her fine abs and squeezed her tits, then it travelled south and fingered her vagina, his thumb pressing down on her clit firmly. Once he'd felt how wet she was already he released her and positioned his hips above her ass. "First time," he announced and grinded down into her.
She gasped out as he fucked her. Clearly no-one had thought to mention that you started slow and steady then got faster and harder as you went along. He just dove straight into the rough fucking that he knew she would love anyway. He rammed her down into her mattress again and again and each time she moaned out desperately. He grinned.
She breathed out as he pulled out of her butt, then he rolled her over so she fell off the bed and landed on the floor with a thump on her back. He quickly straddled her waist and pinned her arms above her head. He kissed around her collarbone teasingly, then guided his cock into her vagina. "Second time," he commented. He started to thrust again. She moaned out harder and harder with each thrust as he screwed her relentlessly, still pinning her arms down. She had to orgasm quickly and he smirked as it started. He pulled out again and grabbed her hand, pulling her up to her feet.
Connor gently pushed Artemis up against her window and opened it. He bent her torso out into the breeze and lifted her legs up, wrapping them around his waist and gripping her thighs tightly. She held onto the edge of the window, feeling like she would fall out if she let go. "Third time lucky," he announced and slammed into her ass again.
Being fucked out of her own window as the wind whipped her stunning blonde hair, was like nothing Artemis had ever imagined before. He kept pounding into her, never tiring. "Let go," he said, "I've got you." And she did. It felt like she was flying as he fucked her out of the windows, or at the very least riding her bicycle with no handlebars, although to be honest, it was more like she was his bicycle. She felt his tongue drag all the way up from the ridge of her ass, over her back, and to her neck. Then he came. They clenched up as he shot into her butt. It was tight before but now it was almost excruciating. He forced his hips back and pulled her back inside. She fell onto the bed breathing heavily. Then she felt his thumb and forefinger on her vagina again. They were rubbing oh so gently, just enough to get her meter ticking again. He lightly pinched her pussy and she almost screamed out. Then his touch was gone. She looked up to see he was already dressed again, super-speed would have helped with that one, and heading to leave. "When you realise you need to get fucked again, come crawling over to my room." he said bluntly but with a smile. Then he was gone.
It was less than an hour later that Artemis was knocking on his door. She now wore a tight skimpy green dress that made her resemble a hooker, solely for his benefit. He opened the door and turned red in the face. "Artemis..." he breathed out, "I didn't expect you so quickly..." She peered over his shoulder to see what he was so nervous about and saw Miss Martian strapped down naked to his bed, panting out lustfully. She shrugged and grinned pushing inside anyway. She leaped onto Miss Martian and rubbed her lime green thighs roughly as she leaned down to her ear to whisper: "We're switching to three player mode..."
Artemis' eyes clicked open and she looked around. She was in her room, wearing her pyjamas. She sighed, "that was one intense dream," she breathed out disappointed. She stood up and changed into her costume, and she didn't notice Superboy's black shirt laying on the ground by her bed...
