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Years Ago (don't ask when exactly because if there's any contradiction later I'll have to reboot and we don't want that)
Amanda Spence decided right then and there that she hated her job.
Oh, she used to love it, she really did.
Then, of course, her dad got this brilliant idea of cloning more heroes. Yeah, it started with some low-level Teen Titans, a Guardian here or there, but she started getting worried when he went after sidekicks. As if pissing off some bigger-time heroes wasn't enough (thankfully none found out their kidnapped sidekicks were used to make clones [God that sounded stupid]), but then he decided he wanted- scratch that, he acted like he needed a Kryptonian, so of course Amanda, daddy's little girl, had to go out and gather some DNA from a few alien gods.
Kon-El was bad enough, but after a few years of him dicking around and calling himself Superboy or Skyboy or Metropolis Kid or whatever the hell he felt like, her dad concluded that the real problem with the Superboy wasn't that they had no reason to have anything to do with the Super-people, but instead because they let the clone out too early.
So now, less than half a decade later, Spence had to assist Doctor Hamilton in overseeing Project Galatea, the Supergirl clone for the Ultimen, growing in her green, frothy test-tube liquid deep underground.
She was a specimen, that was for sure. She was physically 21, nearly a decade older than Superboy was at the time of his release, and taller than the real Kara Zor-El, with a better rack and a more stunning face (what? Amanda had to have some fun making her). She was being reared to lead the Ultimen after Max Lord became the JLA liaison. Longshadow, Juice, and Wind Dragon, and those stupid Wonder Twin clones where off actually being interesting people and fascinating for geneticists, Amanda was stuck with this rehash of her old work, but with tits.
She did have some damn good tits though
Today (for the DC Universe, which may be the past, or even the future!)
Amanda wasn't sure if she should be admiring her handiwork right now.
She was being held in her assistant, Galatea's, tight embrace far above the slow-moving cruise ship, butt-ass naked, her face pressed into the soft fabric covering Galatea's cushiony breasts.
"Miss Spence- you're sweaty, and your adrenaline and dopamine are spiking," said Galatea, green eyes scanning Amanda's bodily functions.
Amanda shuddered. Her cunt, less than a minute ago filled with thick warmth, was now shivering in the cool, windy air. Her nipples were hard, her tongue felt dry, and her ass was exposed to the sun in its summer glow. "I'm.. I'm fine, Tea."
"Are you sure? You were screaming very loud there."
"I know, Tea, I know.. you, uh, don't think you can take me back down there, can you?"
Galatea looked back down on the cruise, "The room you were just in has four people in it. One male, three female. And your doctor's office is crawling with security. Where should I take you?"
"Those assholes... goddammit. Can't let a lady have her fun, can they?" Amanda sighed, "get on your back, Galatea, lemme ride you."
Unaware of the innuendo, Galatea pulled Amanda and herself up, laying on her back over the ocean while Amanda sat on her stomach.
"So, Tea, do you know about.. human reproduction?"
"Course I do. Sperm and eggs, haploid cells with 23 chromosomes each..."
"Yes, yes, but do you get the, uh physical part?"
"Are you talking about orgasms? I know what those are, I've given you plenty,"
"Yes, yes, but you haven't had one, have you?"
"No, is that a problem? I feel perfectly fine without them. I'm not like you, Miss Spence."
Amanda stretched putting her arms up to the sky, bouncing her busty tits as Galatea swayed underneath, "Whassat supposed to mean?"
"I mean, you made me." She started moving after Amanda got settled, keeping up with the cruise ship.
"Fair point, but I also made you with the body of a sex princess, so I think I'm going to give you the experience," Amanda declared, getting up, balancing on Galatea's firm, bare thighs, squatting as to display her stretched cunt between her own tender legs.
"Somebody's pleasured you," said Galatea, eyeing the loose, wet exhibit at her boss' loins, "I recognize the signs."
"Mm-hmm," groaned Amanda, sucking on her index finger, "You jealous?" She circled her lips with the finger before putting its soft tip just barely in the full ring of smeared red lipstick that were her lips before finally releasing it with a POP.
"Not really, Miss Spence, should I be?" Galatea moved both her body and legs' angles so that she could look Amanda in the eye while she could still balance on the pale woman's thighs.
"I'd hope not, and either way it isn't gonna change."
"My programming says my status quo isn't supposed to change."
"I know, then we'll have to reboot, and we don't want that. Now, spread those legs."
"That- might be a little disrespectful, don't you think? I mean, Doctor Hamilton would-"
"Doctor Hamilton as a wife and children, so I guarantee he's done this too. Now come on, Tea, let's have some fun!"
Galatea obeyed, but her eyes darted from the sea, to the cruise, to the sun, to Amanda, and to her dampening cunt. This was uncharted territory for the clone. As she spread, Amanda sat down, the cushion of her lower thighs.. those lovely, soft thighs 'Tea's artificially-enhanced muscle prevented her from having, pillowed around her firmer, but still womanly, quads.
As experienced as Amanda acted (although she didn't lose her virginity until her late twenties, DO NOT tell her I told you that), this was new territory for her as well. She wasn't afraid of falling, but she was a little concerned about the logistics. Perhaps it was the extra surge of dopamine- now no longer from the obscene, animalistic rutting she did with Chris, but from the scandal, the sheer smut of Amanda fucking what was practically her slave- she'd used Galatea for her own pleasure, sure, but the taboo of a sentient dildo wore off after a while, but Amanda actually making her own creation come? That was to lewd to resist now.
Amanda dug under the layered spandex of Galatea's costume, a white long-sleeved leotard with a boob window. It looked much like Power Girl's, but with white gloves and boots, and no cape. The doctor was disappointed, but not entirely surprised to find that, from Galatea's mons pubis to her clitoris to her taint, not a drop of wetness could be found. No way she made this woman without the ability to feel sexual please (though she should've done so for that horndog Metropolis Kid).
"Okay, Tea," began Amanda, not certain what to do with a woman to whom sex was so foreign to. Her dark legs wrapped around Tea's white ones, letting her go closer to the clone's dry snatch.
"Yes?" came Galatea, "this is what you have me do to you, right? It's.. okay. Your reactions oversell it."
Goddammit, thought Amanda, Did I not program sensory nerves in her cunt? It's not like Chris couldn't feel pleasure, and no way Kid couldn't get turned on, so what the hell's her problem?
"Alright, fine," breathed Amanda, licking her the soft tip of her index finger, "Not like I can do much else," and with that whisper she grabbed onto Galatea's angular hips, licked her lips, and jammed her index finger into the clone's impossibly tight hole.
Galatea shuddered with new sensation, but instantly re-oriented herself with the air of professionalism Amanda had always commanded. "Uh, Boss," she asked, "Wh-what are you doing?"
"Trying to finger you! Like you do to me, remember! Now relax your muscles so I can actually- get- in- there!" Amanda's commands were heeded, and soon her nimble finger slid into the slightly slimy canal between her assistant's polished thighs. She pushed into her virginal hole, sinking her finger down to the knuckle, then moving it inside, stretching the clone's rigid walls, curling her finger in the dampening crevasse as to pull it apart as much as possible.
To Amanda's satisfaction, Galatea let started to breathe deeply, "That's... a good feeling... oh... oh, my..." her eyes widened as she felt Amanda's finger stir in her most private hole, drawing up juices that had never been there before.
"Finally! That feel good, Galatea?" questioned Amanda as she continued to stretch out the sensitive hole while Galatea moaned and shuddered.
"Y-yes, it does feel good, Miss Spence..." Galatea's face turned red- while Amanda had often said things like this when having Galatea pleasure her, it wasn't Galatea's place to say them. "Oh, yes, please don't stop- aa!" the clone squealed as Amanda removed her finger, leaving the tiny opening she made breathe in the cool air, "Put it back in, put it back in!" she demanded, demands which, to her joy, were heeded- Amanda now shoved two fingers, the right index and middle, into her snatch before it tightened up again. The stretching was easier now, it seemed Galatea's sex-starved pussy had acclimated to it's newfound pleasure after getting so used to celibacy.
"Galatea- Tea!" commanded Amanda, her eyes on fire with enjoyment, "give me your hands- you like how this feels, right? I can make you feel soooo much better." Galatea obeyed, presenting her boss her two, pale white hands. "Okay," said Amanda, removing her fingers from the now soaked hole, "Use your fingers and pull apart your little cunt, can you do that?"
"I- I think so," said Galatea, firm despite her stutter. She felt around the excited nerves of her entire pubes, finding the inside of her labia lips, and then placing four fingertips on the juicy flesh surrounding her sex.
"Good- great! Now, uh-" Amanda readjusted her naked legs to grab Galatea's more securely, tightening her grip while letting her muscular ass and her dripping pussy hang down in between Galatea's knees, her cunt's ambrosia dripping into the ocean a thousand feet below. They were now far behind the cruise ship, but neither cared (it wasn't like it was hard to follow). Amanda carefully reached out to push Galatea's fingers into her pussy. "Just what the doctor ordered," whispered Amanda.
Her blonde hair, usually well-kept in her bob cut was now a shaking mess, sticking to her sweaty forehead. Sweaty. She hadn't sweat since she fought Supergirl years ago, and that certainly didn't feel this good. She shuddered, barely in control of these new sensations as her fingertips were forced into her hungry cunt.
"Yes, yes- alright, Tea," continued Amanda, honey in her voice, on her lips, "now just puuuull apart your cute little cunny, come on. Pull yourself open for Momma."
As she jimmied herself, Galatea drooled, ropes of saliva hanging from her teeth down to the back of her throat as she pushed her head back. On her right hand, she put three, then four fingers inside herself. While she held her canal open in front of Amanda's thrilled face, her left hand grabbed the pushed aside crotch of her leotard and simply tore it off, tossing it down to the ocean alongside Amanda's juices.
"Oh, that's what I want to see," grinned Amanda, tightening her legs around Galatea's and pushing herself up. Galatea put her left hand back in herself, stretching her wet display to her boss. "Oh, Tea, you know just what I want," sang the doctor, stretching her knuckles, "Now let's see if I can get what you want."
She put her left hand on Tea's stomach and with her right, pushed her four fingers as deep as she could into her assistant- her slave.
Tea's sapphire eyes crossed, her mouth formed a small 'O', and the pink little tip of her tongue stuck out from her lips as she was hit by another wave of pleasure, this time not coming as a surprise, but as a release. She didn't know it, but her body had been begging for just this for years, and now no amount of finger-banging would be enough it seemed. She was still tight, still in pain from the stretching of Miss Spence's four firm fingers, but she was happier with this. The pain was firey, and fire, like her cunt, was hot.
"Ah-ahh-aahhh- AAAA!" Tea moaned, then whined, then bayed, then screamed in her novel ecstasy, forced into her by the digging of Amanda's fingertips. Miss Spence pushed her hand into Tea's fluidy hole until her knuckles dug into the tender flesh of her virgin labia.
With a drop of saliva flowing down her chin, her mouth drooling as much as her cunt, Galatea looked down into Amanda's eyes, and released her grip on her pussy, clamping its lips on Amanda's hand. To Amanda's surprise, Tea then pulled her hand even deeper into her own greedy sex.
"Don't you fucking dare pull out, Miss Spence, and don't bother how you stretch me! I'm sure you know it feels great! I'm.. I'm sure you know how.. oh, God, I'm such a slut," she rambled, reddening greatly after thinking about what she just said. What would Doctor Hamilton think?
"Tay-ay-yah!" laughed Spence, "Oh, Tea, that's music to my ears," she licked her smiling lips and obliged, digging into Galatea with her hand up to its thumb, and then when she could go no deeper, she took her thumb and pushed down on the feverish red button that was Galatea's clitoris, and then up into it's hood, sending hot arousal throughout her body, "And Momma's a little slut too."
Amanda ground the soft pad of her thumb into Galatea's flushed clit until the clone couldn't bear it anymore. Beads of sweet liquid secreted from around her hand, and after watching it build up, Amanda just had to bend down and lick it up, slurping around her palm, her knuckles, her thumb. It looked and felt awkward, but it tasted so good, and it was clear Tea was going wild from it.
"So, Tea, do you think you're a squirter?"
"A-a-a squirter?" She replied, breathing heavily, barely able to control her arousal.
"Yes- think you can squirt out fluid when you cum? Just make a huge, wet, slutty mess?"
"I- I don't know that," began Tea. She couldn't finish.
Amanda lifted her thumb from Tea's blood-flushed button and began to pull her hand from the sticky hole it was in.
"What? No, what the fuck put it back- put it back!" Tea began to freak out at the prospect of an end to her pleasure.
"Oh relax, ya big baby," laughed Amanda, then pushing her thumb down flat on the side of her hand so that it too entered Tea's pussy when she shoved her hand back in, Tea's fresh juices enveloping it.
"Holy- oh, oh God,"
"Oh Galatea, sweetheart, I haven't even started," said Amanda in a high, matronly voice. With all five fingers firmly in her slippery cunt, Amanda pushed up her thumb, it's tip digging into the underside of Tea's clit. She forced her hand up, not strong enough to harm the Kryptonian flesh, but certainly enough to send sparks flying through the clone's synapses. Amanda spat on her blonde pubic hairs, then gently kissed her excited clitoris as it peeked from its hood, shuddering from the stimulation under it, but still begging for more.
Amanda kissed the engorged clit as she pushed her thumb even deeper in, but still up against Tea's most sensitive spot. Her kisses turned to tongue flicks, her pink tongue's flicking turned into lapping, and that lapping turned into long, hard, deliberate licks. Everything was dripping- both mouths, both pussies. Her licks turned to nibbles.
Galatea had her first orgasm.
She wasn't a squirter, but she still flowed. Amanda laughed with glee as she felt her slave's orgasm on her arm, in her mouth. Tea's reaction was even more extreme- she laughed, and howled, as loud as she could- this far out, nobody could hear.
Then, lubricated by all the fluids, and allowed by the writing of Tea's legs, Amanda's grip loosened. She fell off, and down towards the ocean.
The wind felt very harsh on her sweating, soaking body. She saw Tea, far above, still reveling in her orgasm.
"Oh, shit." She muttered.
"Alright, fuckfaces, what the hell happened?" exclaimed Kara vulgarly, bursting through the door of Sasha's room with Mae in tow. By now, it was clear that Amanda was long gone, but not without leaving both Chris and Sasha spent, with Sasha, who was held in a red-faced Chris' sweaty arms, clearly the worse of the two. Both were naked. Mae closed the door.
"Jesus H. Christ, what actually happened?" gasped Kara, "I mean I know I just asked, but I didn't see- Christ, it's more of a mess than when we got here! Where'd she go? What'd you do?"
"We fucked," panted Sasha, messy head lulled back. Her chapped lips curved into a smile, "A lot."
"Oh good, you're talking," observed Chris.
"Good? Good!" said Kara, throwing her hands up in exasperation, "what the hell happened? I thought you were supposed to drug her? Why was Galatea here? That was Galatea, right? Why didn't you chase her? Why don't you get your clothes on?" she blubbered, tired of all the bullshit of the past two hours.
"Look-" sighed Chris, laying Sasha down on the wet bed, then super-speeding into his clothes, "Was it Galatea? I don't know. I didn't get a good look at her, but-"
"Why not, Chris? Was it because you were balls deep in Amanda fucking Spence?"
Chris put his hands up defensively, "Hey, in my defense, she's not really a supervillain- she isn't even super- and if she was she'd be, like, a D-lister, at best."
"Chris! Are you really doing the 'villainess redeemed by sex appeal' game? What the fuck is your problem? Keep that shit in Gotham City!"
Mae helped Sasha back into her purple tracksuit.
Chris took a step back, "I never asked for any of this."
"Fuck you, Chris. Clark'd be disappointed."
"Ladies, can we stop arguing and actually get to work?" asked Mae, finally speaking up, "How about we go and actually find Spence and, if it is her, Galatea."
Chris took a breath, "Good idea. Obvious, but good."
"I forgot you could talk," muttered Kara
"Alright, someone is bound to see where they went off. Can you two stop arguing and possibly revealing our identity while we're there? I want my first mission in forever to go well," she looked at the sizeable wet stain in Sasha's pants, "But you should, uh, probably stay behind."
Sasha sat down, "Yeah, yeah, you're right. I'm tired too- downright exhausted. Besides, I can't fly or any of that shit," she sat down, still licking her lips, eyes still crossed.
"Chris, don't even look at her. Or me!" snapped Kara.
"Alright- we all ready? And are we ready to go in Civvies?" asked Chris
"I don't even have a super suit," said Mae.
"And I didn't bring mine because this was supposed to be a fucking vacation!" continued Kara.
"No need for so much anger! Let's just go. Or does anyone else wanna get the last word in?" Asked Mae annoyedly.
Sasha began to finger her loose, still-desperate hole as they left the room in a huff.
The three ran up to the top deck, not bothering to see if anyone paid attention to their super speed, or just thought it was a gust of wind.
Kara spoke immediately, "We saw Galatea-"
"The suspect," reminded Mae
"C'mon, we know it was her, you frumpy-"
"I see her!"
"Shit, is she falling?"
"No shit she's falling- make sure nobody sees me!" Said Chris, ready to jump off the edge.
"Now we have to be security detail?" Despite Kara's protest, both she and Mae backed up to shield Chris from anyone's view, allowing him to sit on the guard rail, and then fall back. He swan dived down towards the water, but pulled up before impact, and shot towards the falling Amanda.
She saw him coming a split second before he halted at her level, falling with her, "Chris! Thank god somebody sensible's here. Now what the fuck are you waiting for, catch me!"
"Aren't you a Doctor? If I just grabbed you I'd rip you in two. Here," he held her in his arms, then slowed down until his sandaled feet were nearly touching the water.
"Okay, well, thanks, but now the fucking boat is getting away!"
"What do you think people are gonna do If I just fly up there and land on the deck?"
"You ask a lot of questions, Superboy."
"Don't call me that. I haven't gone by that in several years."
"Are you one of those assholes who changes his codename every other year?"
Chris sighed at the naked woman in his arms, "Was that Galatea?" he began to fly towards the clone far above, "It's gotta be, since you helped make her, right? But still, we sorta need to know."
"Oh, she'll be happy to see you," giggled Amanda.
Galatea closed her eyes tight, but not as tight as her legs were, crossed and clamped together. Her left hand was sandwiched between her thighs, playing with her no-longer virginal pussy. She wanted to hold that one orgasm in, her first taste of pure, unchaste, unbarred ecstasy, forever.
"I'll never let go.." she whispered, clenching her clit as she rolled around in the air, drool dripping down her red cheek into the ocean. "Don't let go, momm- M- Miss Spence..."
She opened her eyes, hoping her boss hadn't heard her- hadn't heard what she thought in the kind of dreams she very rarely had (but would like more of).
Instead, Amanda simply wasn't there.
"Oh- oh... shit."
Almost reluctantly, she pulled herself together and readjusted her leotard to give a semblance of propriety, then shot down, hoping Amanda hadn't hit the water already
Unfortunately for her, she was fine- and not happy. The first thing Galatea notice is how utterly unashamed she was of being held by some guy- someone familiar..?- and then, once she flew closer, how perfectly content she looked.
"A-are you okay, Miss Spence? And- why are you okay with him carrying you? Should I get you clothes?" she felt very red as the two looked at her.
"Hi Tea, this is Chris. He's gonna.. show you a few things," smiled Amanda. Galatea covered her crotch in embarassment.
"Uh- what? Did I agree to this?" questioned Chris. Tea, as always, never asked if she had a say in the matter.
"Do you need to, Chrissy?"
"Don't call me that either," he said with an almost grimacing smile.
"What ever Chris- Look at it this way- Galatea's a virgin, and you can change that. Haven't you ever wanted to do that- and I promise, she won't object."
"I actually have done that, with Thara-"
"Are you really telling me you wouldn't wanna fuck what I made to be the perfect woman? With perfect tits and a perfect ass? My hips are in your crotch, Chris, I know you're hard!"
Galatea shrunk in embarrassment, but snook a hand down to her crotch, teasing the wetness that grew yet again. Years of nothing and all this all at once- her sex could hardly take it. She shuddered. Her tits jiggled.
"Why should I be complaining? This is a dream come true," Chris sighed, "Wait do you gain from this?"
"I'm a scientist," she smiled.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"Observation is important! I'm- kind of a voyuer, okay? And I like Galatea, and I wanna see you pop her cherry and I want you to cum on her tits and I wanna finger myself while you do. Is that too much to ask?"
Galatea bit her bottom lip and prayed they wouldn't notice as she brushed the stretched white fabric aside to get a finger- at least one- in her sticky, aching, begging cunt. She ended up sliding three inside.
"Fine, Amanda, where do you want us to fuck?"
"Oh, just take us back to your room or something, I don't care."
Chris figured it was pointless to mention that Mae and Kara were waiting impatiently. He'd have to text them when he got back to his room.
"Is Galatea fingering herself?" Asked Mae, looking over the side of the cruise ship.
"Probably. They're whores, all of them." Kara didn't even glance.
Chris texted them in his room. And specified that they shouldn't come in.
"You better not be looking at porn, Chris," came Amanda, still naked, from the couch, cracking open a soda.
"I'm not, and did you ask for that?"
"I'm the reason you're on this cruise. Now cut the banter, nobody gives a shit, just fuck Galatea already."
Chris unbuttoned his shirt, disliking the forced environment. Amanda helped get Galatea undressed.
"How often will I be, uhm, having sex, Miss Spence?" asked the clone, head and shoulders deep scarlet- thankfully, her perfect tits were milky as ever.
"As much as you want, Tea baby. Now loosen up, Chris is.. above average," she slid a few fingers into Galatea's orifice, playing with the juices and egging on her hot, sensitive flesh.
Chris turned around, watching the sight. He saw Amanda lean her head against Galatea's belly, watching her own fingers play with Galatea's quivering pussy and clit, looking as proud as a mother could. He unbuttoned his shorts and floated up, dropping them, and began to stroke his hard cock before even touching the ground again.
"Oh- Tea, look, there it is. A cock."
"It looks... a lot better then the ones I use on y-"
"Ah ah! Let's not talk about that now, Tea," she grabbed Chris' plump member, pulling him closer to kiss it. Tea bit her lip harder.
"So, I'm Chris," he said, as casually as possible. Amanda began to lick his head.
"Superboy- yeah, nice to meet you," breathed Tea, not taking her eyes of his dick.
"I'm not-" he sighed as Amanda cupped his yet again swollen balls, drooling all on the tip.
"Can I.. really fit all that in me?" gasped Tea as Chris got even harder.
"If you can fit him in your mouth you can fit him in your puss."
"But my pussy is so much tighter!"
"Trust me- I've got a lot more experience than you, sweetie," she said, practically making out with his cockhead, before closing her eyes and, without much effort, swallowing the whole thing.
Galatea marveled as she watched her boss engulf the sizeable member, and marveled at her own wetness at the sight. She was no longer simply damp, she was hot, burning and dripping. "Keep going Miss Spence," she let out excitedly, putting another hand in her crotch.
Amanda drenched it in lustful spit, pulling back up and releasing it with another POP. She smiled as it bounced back, swinging wetly in her face. "It's so good, Tea, come and try," she said, swinging his cock with her hand on its base. She could feel blood begging to fill it, just as she hoped Tea wanted it to fill her.
Not wanting to disturb the angle her fingers were at, Galatea got off her feet and floated towards Chris, lowering herself so her face hovered even with his solidly built cock. Her lips quaked.
"Ok Tea baby, now-" she licked it several times, then sucked it, forgetting what she was going to say, letting herself become enamored in it.
"Um- Miss Spence?" asked Tea, eager to know what she was to do.
"Mmf! Sorry- it's, just," Amanda laughed, almost panting, her breath hot and her pink tongue peeking out of her mouth.
"Is it really that good?" the clone whispered, staring at his slick, full head.
"Yes, it is, Tea. You're gonna love it. God," her voiced lowered, "I can't wait to see you sucking cock."
"I-I don't know what to say, Miss Spence."
"Don't bother! I mean, you love eating me out, right? Making me orgasm with your perfect mouth?" Amanda's words made Chris's cock throb.
Tea blushed more, if that was even possible, "Yes, I love making you... come. And I love it when you make me feel good too."
"Yes! And Tea, if you make a man's cock feel good, it'll make you feel very, very good too. So- come on! Get it deep in that little blonde head of yours! Give him the kinda head that'd make momma proud!" she was practically biting her fingernails as she watched Galatea lean closer towards Chris' cock. Her eyes darted from Amanda to Chris to his member until her lips met his round, titian head.
Chris pulled Amanda up, but the doctors eyes didn't move. "Amanda," he said, going into a whisper, "you are so fucking dirty."
"You made me this way, boy of steel," and before he could say another word, she kissed him on the cheek.
Tea, meanwhile, was sloppily kissing, licking, and drooling on Chris' cockhead like it was a pussy or clit, giving it the only treatment she knew. Amanda was sympathetic for her- poor girl just didn't seem to have a clue how to suck a cock. Still, the wet smacks and laps seemed to arouse Chris more than enough, the spit she slobbered onto his tip soaking into his already turgid cock. She kissed and pushed her tongue against the end of it like she was trying to leave an imprint. She smiled all the same.
"You're.. doing alright, Tea baby. Just-" she pushed the back of her blonde head with her fingertips, "suck down a little further. It's a dick, not a pussy, you have lots more to work with."
She continued smiling kittenishly, eyes bright with even more newfound pleasure. Her fingers, which has slowed as a result of Chris' cock distracting her, began to enter and reenter her eager pussy, sliding through the fluids that were as thick as the saliva she drooled as she began to go down on his shaft. She worked her tongue around it, lapping it and hugging it similarly to what Amand- Miss Spence had done to her clit in the sky, and, at the same pace, worked her fore and middle fingers inside her hole. It was embarrassing and thrilling.
"Further down, hun. And when you reach the base, come back up and suck it down again! And don't stop!" With one arm, Amanda was holding onto Chris, and, with the other, she too fingered herself. She erupted into girlish giggles when Chris, eyes closed in pleasure, reached out her arm and smacked her caramel ass. "Do it again," she bayed.
Chris played with, tugged, and smacked around the skin of her ass, letting her giggle and lick her lips and bite her tongue with every tease of his hand.
"Do you.. like that, Miss Spence?" Asked Tea, referring both to her first cocksuck and Chris' spankings.
"Yes- I love everything about this," she cooed, leaning against Chris' shoulder. "Oh, fuck, Chris, finger my asshole, make me feel dirty," she bayed.
Ignoring her boss's beggings, Tea simply promised, "I'll make sure you can get spanked more then," and then slightly less slowly, slightly less nervously he spread her drooling, hungry mouth open to accommodate all of his delicious meat. She polished every inch of his shaft with her immaculate pink tongue, pouring lustful spit over all she could.
"Fuck, Chris, where'd you learn to finger a girl's ass like that? I know you didn't learn it from Superman," she gasped, "put some in my pussy too!" She removed her fingers and patted her clit to demonstrate.
Tea pulled his rock hard cock from her face, basking in the feel of his wet precum and her drool slapping lubricating his member, reveling in the sensation it brought by slipping out of her mountains th and bouncing against her chest. Her nipples were erect- something she never noticed happened.
"Miss Spence- what did he do to my nipples?!"
She forced her eyes open, and then forced herself to concentrate on something other than Chris' strong fingers buried on either side of her taint, "Wha?... oh, Tea, your tits are erect! It's what happens when you get really slutty, especially for momma! It means your body wants- needs his cock. So keep going!"
She nodded, and grabbed his base with two hands, pulling the kryptonian flesh tightly as she slipped the head into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she felt him push up against her tongue all the way to the back of her throat. She moved her hands to his hips so she could hold on as she made the wet, sticky, dirty struggle to fit his entire cock in her mouth.
She felt a rush of blood and juices in her crotch as the tip of her pale, feminine nose brushed his crotch. She was all the way down.
She looked up to see Amanda, looking for pride in her boss' face, but instead saw the doctor sucking face with Chris. He was fingering her, his strength lifting her feet off the ground by her pussy and anus.
It didn't bother Tea. She knew that Amanda would have been proud. She swallowed spit and precum, then pulled his cock out of her, letting her tongue run along its polished underside. As she popped it out, stings of fluid hung. Their thick, juicy weight pulled them down, but, with a sweaty, hot palm, Tea gathered them up, giggling. She had know idea what to do with these juices, but she felt like no matter what it'd be fun. She rubbed them on her face, licking the crevasses in between her wet fingers, then rubbed the excess all over Chris' phallus, lubricating it while feeling up it's full, hard length.
She smiled at him, her perfect pearly teeth coated in slick fluid, which she brushed up against his wonderful cockhead. As her hands released, her mouth opened, and she shoved it deep, deep into her maw yet again. Her hands clasped behind her back so she could focus only on pushing her face into his manhood as far as it choirs go, but that was short lived- as she started gagging on his cock, her right hand went to her drenched pussy, stretching the flowing hole, while her left played around with the new sensation of her erect nipples.
Amanda looked down lovingly at her creation, seeing her begin to pump up and down on his cock, working at it, really blowing it instead of just fitting it in until she gagged and choked. Spence could tell that he was enjoying it, but that it was mostly luck- Tea was drooling like a baby, and her tongue was sticking to his shaft every time she bobbed up, which , even though she didn't mean to, increased his arousal. Her enthusiasm didn't hurt- she was really trying to suck him good, not minding as she forcefully face fucked herself on him. Oh, and her nipples!
"Tea- show me your tits!"
The clone looked up, opening her eyes, occasionally blinking as slobber flew in her face.
"Your tits! Your literally perfect fucking tits, Tea!" At her orders, Galatea bashfully showed off, looking shy despite the thick cock in her mouth, "Oh yeah, look at those nipples! You should- oh fuck yeah Chris keep doing that to my asshole!-" she blurted as his thumb joined his forefinger in her anus, "ah- titty fuck! You should give him a nice tit fuck!"
She exhaled his cock, "Tit fuck…?"
"Yeah- just, play with your boobs, but with his cock in the middle! Bounce 'em up and down, I bet you'd be a natural."
Tea gave him a last, almost sad, but equally vigorous, oral pump, tasting as much of his cock as her stretched mouth could before releasing it from her liquid-coated lips. She pushed two fingers up inside her pussy- a pussy that, thanks to the blowjob, she realized was still very virginal after all- as far as they could go, and then curved to push up against her swollen, needy clit, before too releasing them. With two hands, wet with different juices, she grabbed her pair of pillowy breasts, fondling them as Amanda sometimes would as she fingered her boss. The doctor never forgot to remind Tea how great her tits really were- and, with a throbbing pole of meat in her face, it was clear that Chris agreed.
The clone pushed these bags up against the veiny rod that she loved in her mouth so much, tingling spreading throughout her tits as she felt his slick but hard cock push against her soft skin. She pushed down, beginning to get the hang of titfucking, letting the head of his dick poke out from in between her boobs. She stretched to see if she could like the swollen bulb- to her joy, she could. With his dick sandwiched in her tits, she mashed them together and up and down, coating her cleavage in oozy precum, along with spit from her favorite part- the tongue bath she gave to his head whenever she flattened her tits against his body.
It took some willpower to put his pleasure above hers, but that effort paid off, and made her clit burn. Amanda was clearly proud of her, saying "Ah- A natural! You're a fucking natural! And I didn't even program it into you- ah!" she paused as Chris' fingerings delivered shocks up her sex, "You're just an honest to God natural-born slut! I love it!"
Galatea smiled, looking back down at how her tits- her slutty tits- engulfed his rock hard cock.
Amanda moaned as Chris' fingers popped out. She was to turned on from the subtle double finger-fucking to bother, and she knew what was coming.
Tea bounced her whole body so her tits could pillow around Chris' cock, which felt like it couldn't get any harder- but always proved her wrong. She got into a rhythm, one both he and she seemed to enjoy- until he grabbed the back of her head.
She was taken aback- slightly worried she had done something wrong- but she didn't stop pushing her tits onto his cock. That was when she felt something different, not like the usual blood flow that pumped through his shaft, she felt something thicker, stronger- he was cumming.
Cum! Tea marveled, at both him and herself- she made a man cum! A real man- and he was cumming on her! It hadn't been a longtime dream of hers by any stretch, but she had thought about it before, and she never expected it to feel this good- this thick and this warm and so rewarding after her long, hard efforts (which seemed to never be able to match how long and hard he was.)
He came right above her collarbone, coating her neck globby cum. It wasn't as much or as strong as his loads from earlier in the day- he was a little worn out at this point- but it was still more than enough for the virgin clone.
She wiped it off from under her chin, getting the thick goop all over her fingers. She felt very vulnerable, and very hot, with his fluids all over the tender skin of her neck.
Unfortunately, they didn't get a chance to bask before there was a knock on the door, and Kara's voice.
"Alright, we know what you're doing in there! And we know you're done! So can you come out? We have actual stuff to sort out!" she sounded less shocked and angry now- more, to Chris, like the Kara he knew, the Kara that wasn't so angry (usually). That was a good thing. He hoped.
"I can see you opening your mouth, Spence, I don't want a word! I'm not mad about this whole bullshit thing anymore, really, but I don't have to be happy with it! Hell, Chris and the Clone can stay inside, for all I care" Galatea didn't even take offense to that.
"Fuck, fine!" surrendered Amanda, "Did you bring my clothes"
"Yes, ungrateful-" she was shushed by Mae.
"Fine, fine. I'm coming- but you, Chris, you better show my Tea the time of your life, or you'll regret it," she threatened, reverting back to the cold woman she usually was when not overcome with lust.
It kind of hurt Chris, but just a little. He didn't mention it at all as she got dressed. He wanted to say something, but couldn't come up with anything before she left. Oh well.
"So, Galatea," Chris began, stroking her hair.
"Just Tea," she said, still shockingly bashful despite being a statuesque woman covered in spit and cum.
"Tea, then- spelled T-a-y-a or just T-e-a?"
"Second."
"And do you wanna try it in the pussy or up the ass?" he picked her up, flying her over to the bed."
"First." she smiled.
She'd keep smiling for quite a while.
Mae and Kara did look very similar- not because of genetics, of course, that was mostly coincidence, actually- but in mood. Both were not happy with Amanda Spence. She of course, thought they owed her- cruise security was outside her cabin, and she skillfully talked them down, though it might have helped not to smell like sweat. Still, they concluded there was nothing more to whatever happened in the med bay, and as such left them alone.
"See? Nothing to worry about, Supergirls," she said, walking into the humble cabin. It had two beds- presumably, one for her and one for Galatea.
"Oh we're still worried all right, about whatever the hell you're planning," said Mae.
"And you should be worried about booking a nosejob if you're not careful," threatened Kara.
"Good one."
"That's not how you play good co- oh, whatever. Just talk, Spence."
The doctor nervously backed up, "Hey, you don't understand- I don't know the extent of this operation, I was hired as someone out of a job, my father- y'know, Director Westfield- and I haven't even been in contact for years, and after I kinda blew the whole thing with the Agenda after we left Cadmus, I was just happy for work!"
"Hm," chuckled Mae, "So that's why you're so horny? Validation?"
"Are you a fucking Shrink? Look, I'm really not liking you two's attitudes-"
"Then"
"TALK!"
"Okay, okay!" the Doctor was backed into the counter of her kitchenette- "I'm only in charge of the artificially made ones- they gave me Tea, and also you- and- ah, shit."
"What?" Questioned Kara.
"Well, I shouldn't be talking about it for a number of reasons-"
"And I shouldn't break your nose for a moral reason, but I'll do it."
"Chill, chill! No wonder you were a red lantern- anyways, lemme, ah, show you." She pulled up a laptop, showing them cameras, flipping through them. When they got to one of Galatea cowgirling Chris in his room, their eyes widened, but the image soon passed.
What she clearly wanted to show them was a camera of a room, a smaller suite, focused on a girl with short, black hair, reading on a couch.
"So, remember when Braniac's ship crashed in Metropolis?" asked Spence. Both nodded. "Well, somehow, they used it to pull someone who shouldn't really exist, back into existence," she pointed at the girl.
"Oh, no fucking way," muttered Kara.
"Oh yeah- this is, uh, shit, the third Supergirl?" she said, the gravitas failing, "Whatever. She's Mia Kent. Y'know, Cir-El."