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Down below was a striking vision. A full, supple, deliciously rounded ebony ass. Jiggling, wobbling, quaking - all that soft, dark flesh cast sent into hypnotic motion. Over and over and over again.
A perfect heart-shaped derriere - ran through by a thickened ivory lance. The only thing better than stabbing his cock deep into Mari's tight cunt was seeing that wonderful ass of hers ripple from the impact of his slamming hips.
Vixen - Mari - was a fearless heroine and a good friend. Clark had her on all fours now, had her screaming her lungs out as he hit it from the back.
His hands roamed over her body, feeling that lively heat burn through her silky smooth skin. He took her by the hips - her lovely, rounded hips - and held firm. His thrusts came faster - and so did the sweetness of Mari's cunt.
Every time he sank down to the root, he was rewarded with the swells of Mari's ass flattening against his pelvis - and the lovely sound of her pleasure erupting from her throat. Her shrieks were wild, spilling without restraint, without shame. It was a good thing the sparring room was sound proof.
"C'mon." Mari hissed. She reached back, her nails digging into his hip. Clark felt no pain, not even with Mari's enhanced strength. "C'mon, baby. Give it to me. Gimme that fucking dick! Fucking own this ass!"
Clark let out air through his nose. He kept his solid hold on Mari's waist, putting a little more power into his thrusts - he didn't want to break her. It was enough to turn her shrieks into pitiful squeals. Her cunt spasmed around his invading cock, drenched silken folds fluttering all down his length.
Sex on the Watchtower. This was… inappropriate. Very inappropriate. But it didn't even come close to the wickedness of the second pair of hands creeping over Clark's body.
Kara was there too, pressing her soft, slender figure into his back. Her lips drifted over the muscles of his shoulders, giggles pouring out as she reached his neck. Her honeyed voice crooned into his ear.
"She's begging for it, Kal. She needs you. Needs your big, fat dick. Is Superman gonna let her down?"
This was wrong. All wrong. Kara was family. So why did his cock feel harder than ever?
"What… in god's name… has gotten into you ladies?" Clark grunted.
The better question was: What in god's name had gotten into him?
Mari released another moan as Clark sank into her again. Kara giggled sweetly into his ear.
"You." The blonde answered, like it was so obvious. Her hands slid around his waist, little fingers drawing affectionately over his muscled stomach, drifting lower, lower, towards where he and Mari were joined. "One taste of that cock and our whole world changes. You think a girl can go back to regular Joe Schmoes after going a round with Superman? Face it, Kal. You've ruined us."
Clark closed his eyes, groaning quietly. He shouldn't have liked that. Not one bit. And yet… buried deep in the tightness of Mari's sex, his manhood stirred at the twisted thoughts brought on by Kara's naughty words.
He never ceased his thrusting. His body worked and worked, tirelessly sending his length into Mari, making her succulent buttocks quake and wobble. The sight pleased him.
"Fuck!" Mari was forcing her ass back against him now, desperate to get more of his cock into her. Her words came in a rush, heated and delirious. "You're so god damn fucking big, you fucking son of a bitch! Don't stop! Don't ever stop fucking me… with that big fucking white cock! Please!"
"Jesus Christ…" Clark murmured, taking in the frenzy he'd spun the poor woman into. Flawless dark skin flecked with glistening sweat, snapped taut over lean, limber muscle. And good lord, the heat pouring from her sex… Clark had dived into volcanoes that were less sultry.
As his hips continued to work, continued to pump his cock into cunt, Kara was there to egg him on.
"I know it turns you on, Kal. You try to play the innocent farm boy, but you love hearing us beg for it. You love ruining women, don't you? You love throwing us around with these big strong arms. You love fucking us… You love conquering all this tight pussy."
Clark grit his teeth. Kara's voice was sweet but her words were so filthy, so wrong. Yet still he didn't slow the pace of his bucking hips. He kept thrusting, kept fucking, kept punching his long, thick shaft into the splendid tightness of Vixen's tight pussy. And Mari kept on wailing in joy.
Despite the delight fluttering over his cock, Clark was spiked with annoyance.
"I told you… it's Clark." He grunted, throwing a hard look back at Kara.
The blonde only snickered. Her big, blue eyes were bright with amusement.
"You loved fucking Karen's big, milky tits, Clark. You loved filling my pussy and breeding me, Clark. And you love it when Mari begs for your big white cock - don't you, Clark?"
That last utterance of his name came just as he sank into Mari, sheathing himself down to his aching balls. Perfect sensation clung to every inch of his length, searing into his hardened flesh. Clark's eyes snapped shut.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He groaned.
Buried to the hilt, the Last Son of Krypton pitched his muscled body forward, pinning poor, helpless Mari to the floor. Yet the woman was crying with joy.
"Yes! Please!" She moaned, squirming beneath him, wiggling her bottom up against him. Her sodden cunt stroked him with the motion, dragging him even closer to ecstasy. "Shoot it inside! All of it in my pussy!"
Clark's whole body was pulsing with that primal need. Mari's sex, so warm and tight, smothering his cock. Kara's gentle hands, sensual and devious, drifting over his skin. And her soft lips, her smooth, light voice, playing at his ear…
"Knock her up, Clark. Listen to her. She's begging for it!"
That was the tipping point. A surge of heat ran through his insides, blooming from the pit of his gut. His balls tightened, his cock swelled, and the cum flowed. Each shot was a wave of bliss, pulsing through his length, worming through the hard flesh.
Mari was moaning wildly, trembling against the sparring mat. Her hands still reached back for him, grasping at his hips. She had meant what she said: she wanted it all inside. Every drop he could give her.
"Great Rao…"
"Oh, god yes! Gimme all that cum, baby!"
He started working his hips again, grinding his cock into Mari. Her body responded, squeezing around him, wringing out every last drop of seed. They sounded like animals, grunting and writhing together on the mat.
Clark felt Kara's warmth retreat from his back. She slipped around to the side, watching with glee as Clark emptied himself into his latest conquest. The blonde crawled forth, glittering eyes set on Mari's prone form.
"No way you're not pregnant. All that cum filling you up? You like that?"
"Yesssss…" Mari whined, finally releasing her hold on Clark's hips. She flattened onto the mat, spent. "Fuck…"
Clark savored the lingering rush of ecstasy for a long moment, letting the heat and pleasure pulse through his cock, letting it coil and twist through his gut. Finally, he pulled himself from Mari, unsheathing his length from her cunt. The shaft had hardly softened and was glistening, smeared with slick and remnants of his own seed.
Even more lurid was the vision just beneath - Mari's pink pussy and all that sticky, white cum dribbling out. Clark felt a swelling of pride despite himself. He'd done that. He'd filled her up.
He didn't get the chance to appreciate it for very long. Kara saw her opening and took it, immediately setting upon his now-free cock with her hands and eager mouth.
Clark couldn't even voice his shock. He sat back on his heels, watching Kara's blonde head of hair bobbing up and down, feeling her hands on the root of his shaft while her lips and tongue dragging over the crown. Sucking, slurping, lavishing. Clark let out a deep sigh. Kara's mouth was as good as Mari's pussy.
Still… there was a sliver of disbelief digging into the back of his head. Was this even real?
Clark looked down and saw Kara, sweet, pretty Kara, with her full lips fastened halfway down the length of his cock. He saw her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. He saw the utter delight shining in her eyes. And he felt it - God, he felt it - all that delicious warmth bathing over every inch of his prick.
As Kara's lovely torment continued, Mari twisted her lithe body on the mat, rolling onto her back. The dark-skinned heroine let out a contented sigh, sweeping a hand down her front, down her belly, until her fingers dipped between her full thighs. They came back smeared and glistening with cum. She held the wet digits in front of her face, letting out a low whistle.
"Wow. You must have been pretty backed up, huh?" Mari threw a sly smirk Clark's way.
Before he could answer, Kara slurped away from his cock.
"Nah. That's just how much he cums. Superstud, remember?"
"I'll say."
The two women shared a giggle. Clark's cock stirred in Kara's hand. Even dazed and on her back, Mari noticed. From the look that fell across her face, she took it as an invitation.
Mari found enough strength to crawl her way over and Kara made room. Once again, Superman found himself outnumbered.
Somehow, as Mari's mouth fixed onto his bloated balls and Kara put her attention back on his cock, Clark kept his balance. He knelt on the sparring mat, breathing steadily as heaven graced his manhood. Silky lips and wet tongues, sucking and slobbering. Drenching his cock and balls in thick, slimy drool.
Mari let his balls pop free from her mouth. Her amber eyes were golden fire, her voice sounding so needy, so wanton.
"Fuck, you're huge. Can't believe I took this white dick." Her gaze was fixed on the shaft, pure wonder in her gaze. Like she was beholding an idol. For a moment, her focus flickered over to the man himself. Her lips curled into a smirk. "You enjoy it as much as I did, Superstud?"
"Certainly." Clark rubbed the back of his head, managing a smile of his own. As ridiculous as it felt, a blush colored his cheeks. "But… maybe next time we can ease up on the race stuff? I'm not really into that."
Mari raised a brow - at least she didn't look offended. Her hand went to his body again, running gently over his firm thigh.
"As long as there is a next time, sure. Anything you want." Her amber eyes darkened, turning lurid. Her smirk turned wicked. "No way I'm done with you, white boy."
The filthy words came just in time for Kara to draw away from sucking. She licked at the gleaming cockhead as she pulled back up.
"He's no boy." The blonde told the older heroine. "You know that."
"Right. He's a man."
"Superman." Kara hummed, beaming up at him.
"With a supercock."
That had Clark blushing again. And again it felt ridiculous. But the feeling of their mouths returning to his manhood? That was just fine. In fact… It felt like the most perfect thing in the world.
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The sparring room ordeal lasted for some time longer. Mari and Kara both got their fill of him - but clearly not as much as they would have liked. In the end, Clark had to cut things short.
He was Superman, after all. And Superman was a hero first.
Cleaning up wasn't an issue thanks to superspeed. It was only a moment after excusing himself that he was walking the halls of the Watchtower like nothing happened. Clark just hoped the smell of sex hadn't stuck with him.
Especially since the first fellow hero he happened to cross paths with was the World's Greatest Detective. Clark put on a friendly smile and forced himself to relax.
"Batman." He greeted warmly as they each drew closer. "Haven't seen you in a while. Gotham isn't giving you too much trouble, I hope?"
It wasn't until the Dark Knight was standing right in front of him that he realized the man was indeed troubled. Clark fought back a frown - how was he missing anything with his super senses?
"Gotham isn't the problem." Batman started. "Something is wrong. I can feel it in the air. Something is influencing behavior. Mine… and the behavior of others. Women."
Clark said nothing for a moment. He put on the face of concern - but underneath, curiosity was running wild.
"You're certain of this?" He asked.
"Both Selina and Talia sought me out." The Dark Knight lowered his voice, speaking as Bruce now. "Together."
Clark drew back, brows raised.
"Oh?"
"And I was outnumbered."
"Oh. I see."
Indeed, Clark did see. Quite a few visions ran through his head at that moment, all of them detailed. He put his mind towards other, more concerning things… like how familiar Bruce's story sounded.
Bruce grimaced under his cowl. The Dark Knight turned away, putting his attention to the reinforced glass window that lined the walkway. On the other side was Earth, floating there in space, hundreds of miles away.
"That was some time ago." Bruce spoke again. "Now they're telling me they're both pregnant."
Yes. This was sounding very, very familiar.
Clark cleared his throat.
"Congratulations?"
Bruce let out a sound. Clark couldn't tell if it was a snort or a scoff.
"Thanks."
"I've had… similar encounters myself." Clark admitted. That earned him a look from the Dark Knight. He could tell the man was narrowing his eyes under his cowl. "Ever since Lois left me. A few of the heroines… they, uh… they came to offer support."
"...Congratulations."
"Thanks. It is troubling, though."
"Yes. Very troubling." It was Bruce's turn to clear his throat. He turned back towards the window, back towards Earth. "Something might be trying to distract us."
"From what?"
"I don't know. But all these women showing interest all at the same time? Not even superheroes get that lucky. We should look into it. Somehow. Until then, be careful."
"Likewise. You wouldn't want to be outnumbered again."
"No. Definitely not." The Dark Knight turned to walk away.
It wasn't a smile that Clark saw. It couldn't be.