Having been attempting to be chivalrous as well as accommodating, now the Boy from Boston found himself horny and painfully hard. Walli was snuggled up against him, tight butt first and firmly lodged against his crotch, while the rest of her molded to fit against him. They would be spooning if he just threw his arm over her…
“Connor?” she whispered in the dark.
“...Yes?”
“I’m not making you… uncomfortable, am I?” She asked cautiously.
God no.
“No.”
Nothing in my whole life has ever felt this nice. A very pretty girl is sharing her bed with me, and she’s really nice, and really very pretty, and she’s also a superhero and that’s amazing but she’s also a pretty girl who invited me to share her bed or I guess I invited her to share her bed which is kind of awkward when you think about it-
“Good.” She said, and he felt the tension in her body ease. He had thought she was snuggled against him before, but now she practically oozed back towards him and plastered against him like she was trying to maximize their connective surface area. Suddenly it seemed as if someone, Rudy perhaps, had turned up the heat because the house suddenly felt about 100 degrees. Then he remembered it was July, so that probably wasn’t it.
Shit. Wait, why shit? Walli is… in to me. This feels too deliberate to not be interest. But we just met, and I’m crashing at her folks’ place, and they’re home. They just sent us off to bed, thinking Walli was taking the floor. I think I just won infinite sympathy points but finding me and their daughter in her bed together will probably lose me infinity plus one points forever.
“Sooo…” She began, still facing away from him.
“So?” He asked, unsure what was coming next.
“Well…I was thinking…” she continued.
“Seems dangerous.”
Her giggle sent goosebumps across his skin. His face felt like you could fry an egg on it. And suddenly he was very worried about not having underwear on. Any underwear. Even (shudder) Rudy’s.
“You never know… I was thinking about tonight. Earlier tonight, I mean.”
He nodded, despite the fact she wasn’t looking at him.
“Yeah… it was crazy.” He added inadequately.
“Ah, you get used to it. Pretty standard superheroing.” She said breezily. Her easy confidence was intoxicating in this situation. Though he had seen firsthand how her tendency to leap before she looked could backfire.
“I’ll take your word for it.” He said, noncommittedly. She was probably right, and the comics did support that. But it certainly felt different when it was real and not drawings on the page.
“You should. I'm a third generation superhero! Well, Jesse is my aunt, but you know what I mean. So I know what I’m talking about.” She said proudly.
I’m not sure what her family tree is, then. I thought Jesse was just the Flash of this Earth…
“I bow to your superior experience then, oh-legacy-hero.” He joked.
“Well, bowing wouldn’t be unappreciated… I was talking about something else tonight. Besides the mad scientist monster gal and the crazy big underground lab. Or even finding a very hunky Superboy in a capsule like the world’s hottest gatchapon prize…” Her voice grew sultrier as she trailed off and somehow the room seemed to get hotter. Surely a half Kryptonian clone genomorph was pretty much immune to any heat conditions on Earth? Then why was this bed so warm…
“S-something else?” He choked out, and she wiggled against him just a bit but it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Blood abandoned his brain for a tropical vacation down south.
Oh god there’s no way she doesn’t feel that…
“Ye-e-es, some-thing else…” she whispered huskily, giving her firm rump another undeniable wiggle against his growing manhood.
“Wha-what would that be?” He took the bait; hook, line and sinker. Anything to keep this moment going along its current ballistic trajectory.
“I might have noticed, on account of my superspeed, a certain hunky Superboy checking me out. Pretty much anytime my back was to him. I think the poor thing might have seen something that caught his attention.” She teased him now, her wiggles extending out into a slow and sensuous grinding of her pert ass against his groin. He was as hard as adamantium now, super hard if that was possible.
She knows exactly what she’s doing…
And it was glorious.
“I think if a Superboy did see something from behind, it might have something to do with that costume of yours. Its super tight, and it barely covers a truly super ass…” He whispered as he leant down to whisper into her ear. He could see the corner of her mouth twist up in a smile, and taking that as a sign to proceed, he put his arm around her slim waist and pulled her against him.
“Heh, I knew it… Superboy wants a little Quickie, heh…” She whispered seductively, or tried to, as they both broke out in giggles at her wordplay. She felt divinely warm under his arm, and his hand roamed freely, trying to find the right place to lay itself to rest. Its quest was aided when she laid her hand on his, and guided it to the promised land beneath her light jersey.
Sweet Heavenly Jesus, this is the greatest day of my life! For so many reasons but this is the best one! Better than coming back to life, better than being Superboy!
His hand cupped her pert breast and she gasped, which only egged him on. He twisted around and wedged his other hand under them both to attack her from the other side, both hands roaming under her loose jersey. He traced her abdominal muscles, her ribs, and returned again and again to her breasts. Her nipples hardened as he groped them, little hard erasers crowning her palm sized tits. She continued grinding her ass against his cock and he helped, humping against her firm posterior.
Unable to resist any longer, he kissed her neck and she gasped and writhed in his arms. She tasted clean and smelled faintly of the soap in the shower, but he also smelled iris flowers in her hair. He traced kisses up and down her neck, down to her collar bone up and then up to her ear and nibbled on it. She whined with each one and literally vibrated when he nipped at her ear. She froze after, but it just made him smile so he traced the same path again, this time slower and let the anticipation build and when he got to her ear again he paired his bite with seizing both of her nipples between his thumb and pointer fingers. She heaved and gasped, and her legs shivered for a minute as he pinched and kneaded her nipples, and turned to sucking on her earlobe. Her heartbeat had become just a constant BRRRRR like a chaingun firing, all the individual beats blurring into one consistent sound. Then she went boneless and it felt like he was holding a warm puddle in his arms.
He stopped and released the points he had hold of, simply holding her in his arms as he tried to process what just happened.
“Are you…?” he began.
“Fine. I’m fine…” she whispered hoarsely, heartbeat still a roar and sweat beading her chest.
Oh.
“Did you-” he began.
“No!” She answered a little too quickly.
What? Why is she all defensive? I was trying to make her cum. Was that not her cumming?
“Should I-”
“NO!” Her response raised his eyebrows and he was unsure how to proceed. And his hardness beckoned below, since she had stopped her delicious grinding against him as well.
“Are you okay?” He asked trepidatiously.
“Yeah, just, um, very sensitive. Right now. For entirely unrelated reasons.” She panted as she said. Her heartrate was slowly falling, almost to the point he could differentiate each beat again.
Oh my god… she’s embarrassed because she came so fast. Like a guy would if he were a quickshot. Ah, jeez, is this gonna be a thing here too? Did I screw up? Ah, who cares, a hot super girl just came in arms, this kicks ass!
He smiled to himself, pride welling in his chest.
Now THIS was being a Superman! The first girl I ever got to second base with, and she’s putty in my hands. Maybe this body came with an instruction manual I didn’t think of before?
The mind palace proved disappointingly empty of a Kama Sutra wing. Project Cadmus clearly had other priorities for a genomorph clone. It must be all natural talent.
His self-congratulations are interrupted as Walli twists in his arms to come face to face with him. Her flushed, freckled face is inches from his, her green eyes shining. This close, all he can do is stare into her eyes, lost in their emerald gleam, bright with lust. All he wants to do is lose himself in her.
She reaches up and grasps his face and pulls him into a kiss, hot and passionate. Her arms wrap around his head and pull him tight as he legs hook around his and draw him close. Now she is humping against his crotch, and the pressure and friction is making his eyes roll as he desperately humps her back. Her tongue invades his mouth and he starts wrestling her for control. Her aggression gives her an early lead but every time he manages to pin her tongue down with his, it writhes desperately, unable to escape.
So EVERY part of me is superstrong, huh…
After long minutes of tempestuous snogging and relentless dry humping, he is no closer to finishing but he can feel her dampness soaking through her shorts and onto his sweats. Finally she breaks the kiss and comes up for air, a long trail of saliva linking them. Her mussed hair, saliva drenched mouth and lust fogged eyes make her look like a sex goddess in the moonlight. She sits up onto his lap, fully mounting him, only their pants separating them. Gripping the bottom of her jersey, she flings it off and he is dumbstruck by the vision of her glistening pale flesh in the moonlight that streams through the blinds. Sweat dots her which only seems to make her glisten, and he can finally see her chest in all its pert glory.
Fit as a fiddle, all highly strung muscle and sinew and the palm full of ripe breasts. Her nipples stand at attention, her aureolas small and ink around them. His mouth practically waters at the sight. Looking down at him, she recognizes the effect she is having and smiles a delightfully wicked smile. She begins to shimmy her way down his body, and he whines in protest as her crotch stops rubbing against his. But she laughs and continues her journey until her head is level with his crotch, and looks up at him, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, green eyes shining.
Slim fingers creep up his legs to seize the tops of his sweatpants, and she slowly peels them down, revealing first the root of his manhood, and continuing down until his pants are at his knees and his cock springs forth. The only way to describe the way she looks at it is worshipful, like it's the most sublime thing she’s ever seen. It stands erect next to her face, and he can feel her hot breath on it which makes him shudder.
Delighting in his reaction, she breaths across it, up and down, from tip to bottom, and he writhes in response.
“Please…” he whispers with desperate need.
Chuckling, she grips his shaft in one hand, cradling his balls with the other.
A moan escapes his lips and she chuckles even more delightedly, and runs her hands across both, feeling his totality. Glancing down he sees his cock is bigger than he can remember it being; her hands are slim but not that small, and wrapping both around his length, one atop the other, she cannot quite reach the head. The way she looks at it, and the way it looks in her hands next to her face, makes him feel like a god.
She is stroking him, with both hands, slick with sweat. Occasionally she removes one hand to fondle his jewels and he delights in the counterpoint to the attention lavished on his dick.
Then she brings his head to her mouth and sucks it in.
Everything seems to go white and it feels like his body is seizing as he thrusts upward involuntarily. His unexpected move shoves more inches down her throat than she’s prepared for and she gags and backs off. He gasps as the head escapes the warm wet confines of her mouth. Coughing, she takes a moment to collect herself.
“Shit, sorry! I didn’t mean to, it just felt so good…” he apologizes, lamely. Choking your lover with your cock involuntarily makes any apology seem inadequate.
Wiping her mouth, Walli only grins and takes him in both hands again before going down on him in earnest this time. When she is halfway down she gags again but doesn’t choke, and his eyes roll back in his head at the sensations. Her mouth and throat are an indescribably sensorious place; he can feel the head bulge her throat as her mouth, tongue and lips suck at his length. Her hands continue their assistance; one stroking his shaft and the other kneading his balls. Heaven is an inadequate description for the sensations; all he can do is grip the sheets with a strength that could turn coal to diamond and hump slightly up at her as his head cranes back.
This is too good! I’m gonna blow!
Desperate to hold off and eager to give back, he taps her head as she sucks his cock languorously. The sight of her emerald eyes looking up at him with his dick halfway down her throat will never leave him for the rest of his life, he swears.
“Swing up here.” He says softly, soaking in the image.
After a second she takes his meaning, smiling around his cockhead, her cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk with him. She manages to knee-walk her hips up to his head without ever letting him go, giggling (or gargling) as she does so. When her knees arrive with their precious cargo, he peels down her shorts and panties, which come away sticky and wet with her dew. Grinning hungrily, he desperately grabs her knee and brings it over his head so that her dripping gash is positioned above his head.
Holy shit, she’s a faucet…
There aren’t many other words to describe it. Her pink pussy is as pert as the rest of her, a delectable innie with a tuft of orange-red hair that makes him grin. Inner thighs slick with her desire, her pussy is dripping with want. He’s never done this before but seen it plenty in porn, and things are coming to a head, as they say. Needing to return the favor to show his appreciation, she gives a final wiggle of that tight ass as she lowers herself to meet his rising face.
As soon as she is positioned over him, he is awash in her scent, musky and tart. He breathes it in and grips her toned thighs, feeling the well defined muscles there and appreciating the firmness of her everything. But as his mouth meets her mons, he kisses it and trails more down the range of her pussy, her tart flavor filling his mouth. Its not the nectar porn makes it out to be, but at the moment he wants nothing more than to drown in the stuff. She continues to suck at his length as he explores her, moving his hands up to her labia to pull them apart and gaze into her channel. The sight takes his breath away.
This is real. This can’t be but it is real.
Diving in, he takes a long lick that makes her moan into his cock, and his tongue is bathed in her taste. Liking it and her reaction, he continues, lapping at her dew like an animal at a life giving river. Walli grinds herself against his face, and he meets her need with his own, burying his tongue in her. She wails around his cock and her taste fills his mouth. Never does her mouth stop working at him, and he is only getting closer to his release. Eating her out isn’t slowing his climb to the top, its accelerating it. So he decides he has to get her there first before he’s sprent.
Lowering his mouth, his tongue finds her pearl and he bastes it with his tongue as her relentless suction continues. Her thighs tremble around his head in response, and he would giggle if his mouth wasn’t so occupied. Adding a finger slowly to his ministrations, he slides easily into her up to the first knuckle and she lets a long groan as his digit enters her. Its a dripping tight hose in there, and he finger fucks her as he continues to lap at her clit.
They are racing each other’s orgasms, and by the bucking of her hips above him he knows she’s close. But he can feel his own climax boiling up, so he goes in for the kill. Locking his lips around her clit, he gives the point of her pleasure a suckle while adding a second finger to her channel. It stretches to accommodate him but the tightness increases even more, and with a shuddering and muffled wail, he can see her cum again. Her knees draw closer around his head and her ass trembles above him.
It is the most erotic thing he’s ever seen, and with that his orgasm bursts forth.
For a second he’s legitimately afraid. This feels like nothing his old body could do and his panicking mind wonders what Kryptonian ejaculation is like. But Walli only moans in happiness as he thrusts into her face, taking him deeper than before. Each thrust is accompanied by a burst of cum that makes him see stars and curls his toes. It seems to go on and on and he fades into a post-coital fog, grinning foolishly up at her crotch as she twitches with the aftershocks of her own orgasm.
Finally, it ends, and with exaggerated slowness she slides her mouth off his cock, lips locked around it like a gasket as she does so. She crawls off of him and returns to her original position, her mouth full of his desire.
Now she really is grinning like the cat that got the cream…
She smiles with a mouth full of her just desserts, and makes a languid show of swallowing his cream. It takes her a couple of swallows, and he curses insufficient superpowers that he can’t get hard again at the sight right now and continue. When her mouth is finally empty, she gasps and chuckles, clearly basking in her own bliss as well.
“Whew… that was something else, Connor…”
“That… was… something…” he pants.
“I’ll say something for those Cadmus weirdos, they knew what they were doing when they built your plumbing!” Wallis declares, cracking herself up.
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“Ha! Ten out of five! That… is a Super Dick.”
This time they both crack up, fatigue from their very exciting night time activities coming on. He tries to throw an arm around her but she turns on her front and cuddles against him, her arm thrown over his other shoulder. It seems a bit awkward, like they’re both wrestling to be the big spoon, but in the drowsy bliss he just accepts it, smiles and closes his eyes. He drags the blankets over their cooling bodies and drifts into a dreamless slumber.
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