Superboy: Oriental Rug-munching

Kon couldn’t say much for Kenan Kong. The guy was damn annoying, always going on about how Asians looked in some comic a million years ago, like anyone cared about anything that happened before the eighties, and he called himself the New Super-Man.

Which was just immodest. If anyone was the New Super-Man, it was Kon—he’d been nice enough to call himself Superboy, only now Jon wanted to be Superboy, which you’d think would bump Kon up to New Super-Man. Now that he knew that was an option.

But screw it. They’d fought a kaiju together… turned out China had those too, just like they had their own Batman, Wonder Woman, and affordably priced Blu-Rays of movies still in theaters. So now was the time for celebration with something called baijiu and two hot Asian chicks, Avery and Mingming.

Turned out Oriental girls really did dye a streak of weird-looking color through their hair. Kon didn’t know why people online had complained about that. As far as he was concerned, the complaints should start with the white bluehairs. Avery was perfectly companionable.

Pretty soon, she excused herself and Kenan was at least smart enough to get that when a speedster hip-swiveled her way out of the room instead of going at warp speed, it was a sign she wanted company.

Mingming seemed a bit jealous to now only be drinking with Kon. Like she’d missed out on Ringo and gotten Pete Best (the Beatles being the only thing before the eighties that anyone cared about). Kon was pretty eager to convince her she had it all backwards. He put a hand on Mingming’s leg.

“Look, science lady, I get it. You’re intimidated. You think you’d be better off with Kenan Kong, not King Kong. But trust me, it doesn’t hurt that much being fucked by a guy with a donkey dick. I mean, don’t trust me, I wouldn’t know, but I’ve never had any complaints. And I’ve fucked girls with some tight pussies. They really like having me move in next door to their womb. It’s like, uh, it’s like baijiu. When you want to get drunk, you don’t want a little sippy cup, you want a pitcher! So how about I pitch and you—”

“I can’t believe you! Baka! You don’t have a bigger dick than Kenan!”

Kon blinked. “Was that Japanese?”

“You wouldn’t understand Chinese.”

“You’re right, I did understand that.”

“Just according to keikaku.”

“But if you’re that sure, let’s check with Avery. She’ll know by now.”

Mingming frowned. “You think they’re already… done?”

“Isn’t that how it goes?” Kon asked with a shrug. “Smaller and more efficient?”

“Nani!?”

Leaving the bar, they approached the mobile command truck Kenan had borrowed to take them drinking. Kon almost laughed aloud, picking up a pair of lacy white panties from the pavement and holding them up to Mingming.

“I don’t suppose these came from no vending machine,” he whispered.

“Ooohh, that feels nice, baby!” Avery’s voice called from the depths of the trailer. “Do it some more! I really like it!”

“Kon, wait!” Mingming hissed, but Kon piled into the cab and pulled back the curtain just enough to see into the back of the massive truck. When he saw what Kenan was doing, it was all he could do not to burst with laughter.

“Well, that’s one way to keep a girl from being disappointed.”

“I think it’s considerate,” Mingming whispered, squeezing in next to him.

Kenan was still dressed. His face was pressed right up between Avery’s succulent breasts, mouth open and eyes closed. He nuzzled at Avery’s cleavage like a hungry baby, occasionally getting a nipple into his mouth and blissfully milking it, only to go on suckling and kissing the rest of her pert breasts.

He didn’t even open his eyes when Mingming further opened the curtain to get a look herself. Kenan was so intent on Avery’s breasts that he probably didn’t even realize he could be groping her ass too.

“Yessss,” Avery cooed. Her eyes opened and focused immediately on the spying Kon and Mingming.

Mingming flushed with embarrassment. Kon gave her a thumbs up. And Avery’s long, thick eyelashes lowered in an accepting blink.

“Kiss me all over, honey,” Avery whined. She wiggled up a ways so that Kenan’s head was pressed into the curve of her belly. “Kiss my hot pussy… give your tongue to this sweet little pussy.”

Kon grinned. “She doesn’t want his cock. Wonder why…”

Kenan kept right on licking as Avery redirected him down between her legs, seeming almost not to notice that he was attacking a different part of her anatomy now.

“He’s being very giving,” Mingming commented, watching Kenan rub his face into Avery’s pubic thatch.

“That’s all he’s got to give,” Kon replied. “Anyway, you shouldn’t do that for a girl unless she brings a friend to take care of you while you’re taking care of her.”

“Ever heard of sixty-nine?” Mingming asked him.

“How is that fair? She gets to suck my dick and I have to eat her pussy? Sometimes they even squirt…”

“I’m told that men squirt too,” Mingming said.

“Yeah, it’d be rude not to. What do you do when a girl’s been on your crank for ten minutes, shake her hand? Cum’s great; it’s no wonder women want it. It’s an exfoliant. Why do you think porn stars look so young? Guys keep coming in their faces until they’re MILFs.”

Kenan’s tongue jumped from his mouth, as if he’d just tasted the sweetness accessible to him in Avery’s barely furred mound. He pushed his tongue right between her labia, acting surprised for a second, then bobbing his head between Avery’s thighs.

“Good,” he moaned. “Tastes so good!”

Avery groaned loudly. She opened up her cuntlips with her fingers and extended her legs to either side. Both Kon and Mingming could see the openness of her pussy while Kenan went down on her with his wet tongue.

“My clit!” Avery gasped. “Lick all the way up there… find my little clitty! Suck it, kiss it, do something with it!”

Mingming brushed against Kon inadvertently. Watching the other woman get eaten out was making excitement thrill its way through her own cunt. She wished that she was getting the same treatment. Even Kon might be able to make her come if he paid attention to what Avery was enjoying…

“Let’s join in!” she suggested, her drunken mouth speaking over her more circumspect thoughts. “I can’t stop watching and I can’t keep watching, so we have to do it too! Come on, Kon. If you do what he does to her—”

“Baby, I’ll do all that and more,” Kon promised. “Let’s crawl back there and make ourselves at home. It won’t bother Kenan any. He’s probably wondering what to do next anyway.”

Avery grinned as Kon and Mingming moved through the command center to the sleeping area in the back. “Move over, baby,” she told Kenan, shifting over to the side and then pulling him along to follow her. “We’re having friends over.”

“That’s nice,” Kenan slurred, not opening his eyes. His tongue kept clumsily stabbing at Avery’s glistening sex. He didn’t seem like he would’ve cared if an entire orgy were taking place around him.

“Remember, I want what she’s getting,” Mingming said, slipping out of her dress and panties, handing them to Kon.

He took the clothes and tossed them over his shoulder, surprised that the chilly scientist was acting like this. He’d have to remember the name of the drinks she’d been ordering. Maybe if he fed a few to the Teen Titans, things would get to be as fun as they were back when they were called Young Justice.

Mingming tittered as she lowered herself onto the pillow. “Play with my tits,” she told Kon. “Suck them like Avery’s got sucked.”

Kon rolled his eyes, but his lips were soon closed around one of Mingming’s brown nipples. Her breasts weren’t as big as the girls back home—they couldn’t be, without surgical enhancement so abundant it would’ve looked ridiculous on Mingming’s willowy frame, and one thing Mingming could never be was ridiculous.

But Kon was still turned on, still enjoying himself with how Mingming responded to his servicing. He might’ve been a breast man, but he knew there was more to a woman than that. Like her pussy. There was something to be said about a woman with a bald pussy who had never been to a wax salon in her life.

Mingming trilled with Kon pleasuring her nubile little breasts. She loved feeling his teeth, his lips, his tongue all working her sensitive flesh into a frenzy. It made her pussy convulse, drove her to squeeze her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate an ache she didn’t think even Kon’s tongue could relieve.

She had to wonder if Kon’s prick was as big as he’d implied it to be. There certainly seemed to be more in his jeans than there was in Kenan’s suit… the denim was even tighter than Kenan’s spandex, hiding next to nothing… almost shamefully, Mingming felt her wetness escape out onto her inner thighs.

“Mmm, taste inside me now, baby,” Avery moaned, wiggling her hips and spreading her legs in an invitation even more open than her words. “C’mon… stop licking me on the outside, I want you inside me! I want you fucking me with your tongue!”

Kenan said something lost in how Avery’s loins gagged him, while Kon licked his way down Mingming’s supple body, leaving a trail of warm saliva leading over her silky stomach to her twitching sex. His tongue darted between the petals of her labia and Mingming shuddered when she felt his tongue, right where Avery was desperately begging for Kenan’s.