Superboy Toy

Superboy had a pretty simple rule when it came to Power Girl. When he saw her out in the wild, he dropped in on her, checked if she needed anything, asked if she wanted to have a team-up. It wasn’t that they were particularly friendly—she was a bit of a grouch. But, like Starfire, spending a little time with Peej was its own reward. And even though Kory had massive, awesome tits, Power Girl’s boobs were in a class of their own. She wasn’t the most scantily-clad heroine, but she knew all she had to do was show off those mommy milkers and she made any guy’s Top Five. That ass on the top of those long, muscular legs was just overkill, but that was Karen in a nutshell. Overkill in the best possible way.

He saw her in the skies over Metropolis, recognized the red cape and white costume and big bare legs, and instantly popped over to say hello. Then his train of thought derailed. She was carrying some heroine he didn’t recognize, a chick in a red and black costume, a caped leotard like the one Peej was wearing, with a boob window even. He wondered if Power Girl had her own sidekick or if she was doing some really kinky Make-A-Wish Foundation thing, before he recognized the albino skin and Darth Maul hairdo. Harley Quinn.

Well, he couldn’t say that Power Girl hefting around Harley Quinn wouldn’t fit into his spank bank, but he needed to know just how this particular letter to the Penthouse Forum started out.

He drew up alongside the speeding duo as they skirted the skyline of Metropolis. “Peej, hey, nice to see you. What are you doing with her?”

Power Girl hovered to a stop; Kon kept going until he did a U-turn and floated back to her. “Isn’t it obvious, Little Blue?” Harley started spieling while he was sorting out their navigational issue. “S’not like I can fly, so Peej is giving me a lift! Whassa matter—don’t you ever do that for Robin?”

She pressed herself against Karen as she said that, like she was snuggling up to her, in a way that made Kon wonder if Power Girl had started dipping into the supervillain dating pool. He knew Batman had a thing for Catwoman and he’d heard the Atom had lucked out and gotten into Giganta’s XXXXXXXXL pants, but he hadn’t thought Karen swung that way.

Then again, she never wanted to team up with him, but she always seemed to be hanging out with Supergirl or Terra. He supposed she might get tired of giving titjobs, even if that chest window was like a T-shirt reading ‘Dontcha wanna fuck my tiddies?’ Did Catwoman get bored of using a whip on all the kinksters in Gotham?

While Kon was thinking all this—he thought fast when it came to any sort of perverted scenario—Harley patted Power Girl on a bulging bicep. “You remember Superboy, right?”

“Obviously I don’t,” Karen replied.

“Right, on accounta cuz’ve your amnesia! Well, Supes Jr. here is our boy toy. Whenever we get a little too pent up, he cools us off.”

“Oh yeah?” Karen looked over Superboy, who seemed struck speechless by the idea. “Well, it’s an easier sell than me and your Hobbit friend, but I’m not sure I’m the boy toy type.”

“Well then, I’ll go first. I don’t think you’re in Pon Farr anyway…”

She jumped from Power Girl’s arms onto Kon’s body, clambering over him like a spider monkey until she had her legs acrobatically wrapped around his waist. Harley felt the great bulge in his jeans pressing against her ass before she closed her mouth on his. The moment their lips touched, his cock started throbbing.

Kon, obviously, felt it too. He had never been kissed quite like this before and as Harley’s tongue stole into his mouth, he felt a rush of desire for her and his misgivings shrinking away. He wasn’t sure what kinky roleplaying thing she and Power Girl were into, but if they wanted to include him, sign his clone ass right the hell up.

He was so into it, he forgot to actually keep airborne. Still kissing, he and Harley plummeted towards the Earth.

Karen watched them drop, sighed, then flew after them. Seeing this, she could believe Superboy and Harley were in some sort of relationship. There definitely wasn’t an unequal power dynamic to worry about when they were both idiots.

She caught them both before they could impact the roof of the skyscraper they’d been about to 9/11, Karen now holding Kon in a bridal carry with Harley on top of him. That didn’t stop the make-out session. It just prompted Harley to slide down Kon, and as she came off his body, she grabbed his jeans and jerked them down to half-mast. Showing Karen the jutting, gorgeous prick that went with the bulge at his groin. Now Karen believed he was their boy toy.

“Look at that super-manthing, Betty. You can’t tell me you don’t want a few inches of that foot-long. When’s the last time you got any, anyway? You can’t even remember, can ya?”

“Of course I can’t, I have…” Karen stopped as Harley lowered her mouth to Kon’s thrusting manhood. She hadn’t ever seen a blowjob in the flesh before; at least, not that she could remember. And the sight of Kon’s prick in Harley’s mouth made Karen’s pussy seethe. She imagined having sucked that cock herself, trying to remember how it tasted and felt as she saw Harley enjoy it instead of her.

Karen chided herself, looking away, reminding herself that this could be more of Harley’s strange, if not insane, sense of humor—but she ended up looking into Kon’s contorted face as he absorbed Harley’s fellatio. “Fuck, she sucks so good,” he moaned to Karen.

Karen grinned, agreeing with at least half that statement. She had to admit, she was moist as hell, watching with a keen interest as Kon’s muscular body writhed with the sucking and stroking of Harley’s for-once silent mouth. Karen remembered all the times Harley had offered, none too subtly, to use that mouth on her own pussy, and her body burned hotter.

“You’re not much of a boy toy if you just lie there, getting your dick sucked,” Karen pointed out, humorless except for a twist of her plump lips. “I want you to show me what you’ve got to offer besides a big dick.”

Kon looked confused. “What else is there?”

Karen knelt down on his face, straddling it with her knees on his ears. She pulled aside the crotch of her leotard to offer her neat, trim snatch to Kon’s mouth, however much he wanted to taste.

To his credit as a boy toy, Kon proved as eager to eat her pussy as he must be to fuck it. His mouth fastened on her cunt and just like that, Karen felt the flames of a bonfire roaring up from her slit.

She looked down at Kon’s handsome, boyish face as it nuzzled deep into her cunt. He’d been a little too much of a pretty boy for her tastes before, but she loved the way he looked with his lips working at her, his tongue pushing deep into her wetly running sex.

He was licking up waves of her juices, displaying the same voracious hunger Harley was showing at his cock. Her blowjob somehow seemed to urge him to a higher plateau of sex instead of distracting him. But just to make sure, Karen linked her fingers behind Kon’s artfully tousled hair and held him to her pussy.

“Time to suck my clit, Supertoy,” she moaned. “My nice, hot clit…”

Obligingly, his mouth moved up her slick folds until it found her clitoris. His lips fastened onto it, sucking at it, drawing the nubbin from its hood. Then his tongue mercilessly lashed it.

It didn’t wholly make Karen come, but it brought her so close to the precipice that she didn’t really care, as long as she stayed at that lustful fever pitch. Kon kept whipping her little button with his tongue and it must’ve been easy for him to satisfy himself with that, because Harley was still sucking and gulping his manhood.

Karen looked over her shoulder and saw Harley on her knees, her ass so high up in the air that her cape fell away and showed the lower back window so wide it made the lowermost part of her costume basically a low-cut thong attached to her leotard in the front. At the apex of the diamond-shaped cut-out, Karen saw a stylized letter J functioning as a tramp stamp. She wondered what it stood for.

Maybe Superboy’s real name started with a J. Harley certainly seemed devoted to him enough, given how she was worshipping his dick, fucking almost all of its thick length into her gargling mouth. Kon’s hips were pumping, his ass tightly clenched, as he thrust his cock up into Harley’s willing mouth—and her less able, but no less willing throat.

Kon was ready to come now. He could barely stop himself from spurting already, and continuing to feel Harley’s throat wrapped around his dick was rapidly becoming less and less of an enticement to hold back compared to the temptation of exploding in that silky mouth.

With Karen watching, his hips bobbed and weaved, nearly bucking Harley off. She held on with her hands under his body, groping his muscular ass, coils of her red-black hair flying around her sweat-slick face while she let Kon pump himself into her mouth as hard as he wanted to. Her foaming spit dribbled down his raging erection, thick with the precum she was gagging on as she worked her jaw, trying desperately to suck the cum up from Kon’s bloated balls.

“HHHNG!” Kon groaned into Karen’s pussy, the hearty vibrations making her folds clench and spasm.

She managed, barely, to keep her eyes open and watching how Kon’s member swelled and throbbed. She imagined how it would feel doing that in her cunt, imagined the creamy jet of seed currently filling Harley’s mouth—she could see Harley swallowing it, and from the way her cheeks and throat both bulged at the same time, it was obvious there was a lot to swallow.

Like she’d known Karen was watching—or been hoping it was so—Harley pulled herself back from Kon with her mouth open, showing the jizz that whited out the inside of her mouth, then letting Karen see the next weighty rope of cum bursting from Kon’s glans to splatter Harley’s face. Some landed on her tongue, leaving it dripping with another thick dollop of semen, and Harley painted her luscious lips with it before bringing her tongue into her mouth, savoring the added morsel of pearly jism, gulping it down with almost orgasmic relish.

Karen’s climax doubled her over on Kon’s face, overwhelming her as she received both the autoerotica of watching Harley’s blowjob and the benefits of Kon’s skillful cunnilingus. She realized she must be suffocating Kon—if he minded. She pried herself off him, though her pussy ached to no longer feel Kon’s tongue inside it. Kon sucked in a pitched breath, then grabbed Karen by her broad hips and pulled her back to his hungry mouth. Once more, Karen curled over him as she convulsed in rapture. This time he didn’t stop tonguing her pussy until Karen physically pulled herself off of him, dropping at his side exhausted and gasping for breath.

“See?” Harley grunted. “You can get off from a little cum-dumpster-diving…”

“I knew that,” Karen said, and petted Kon’s face. “I’d just rather look at his cute face while I get off than yours.”

“Whaddya mean, you don’t like my make-up or something?” Harley griped.

Karen laughed. “If it means that much to you, feel free to eat me out now. I’m sure Superboy wouldn’t mind dinner and a show…”

In a moment, they were positioned to sixty-nine, Harley’s slender waist pressing in between Karen’s enormous breasts. Karen had to admit, it was obscene, but just having gotten eat out by the kid, now having him watch, she was in a pretty pornographic mood. And the crotch of Harley’s costume was as easy to pull aside as her own. Underneath, Harley’s pubic thatch was the same red and black as the rest of her body. Karen wouldn’t be surprised if her nipples somehow continued that color scheme.

Willingly, eagerly, she parted Harley’s bush, exposing the shining pink flesh inside her mons—finally, a break from Harley’s pallor. The actual sight of a woman’s cunt arranged before her made Karen feel like she had opened up a Playboy. She could see, in clinical detail, Harley’s hooded clit, the dimpled opening that led to her cervix, and the wetness trickling down her perineum.

She felt Harley’s warm breath on her own pussy and, pursing her lips, Karen blew cool air onto Harley’s surging clit. Harley’s hips buckled, her legs spasming, and before she could completely lose her mind—what little was left of it—Karen lowered her mouth to Harley’s clit and sucked the little bud into her mouth. Returning the favor Kon had done her, seeing as Harley had seen fit to break the ice in the first place.

Underneath Karen, Harley’s body jiggled and shifted. Still suckling at her, Karen’s eyes glanced over to see if Kon was enjoying the show. He was all but recording it, every iota of concentration in his being focused on searing the sight into memory. Seeing his sharp blue eyes devouring the obscene things she was doing with Harley sent Karen’s hormones raging into overdrive. She closed her eyes, committing to memory herself Kon’s lustful gaze. Then she pulled her head up a little so Kon could see how she was rasping her tongue over Harley’s clit. She heard his breath coming faster and faster, like a bellows building a fire into an inferno. Then she eased her head down again and crashed her tongue into Harley’s pussy.

Finally, Karen dug her fingers into Harley’s half-exposed ass to hold her in place as she buried her mouth in Harley’s snatch. She felt Harley’s ass clenching, cording with muscles as she tried to take Karen’s tonguing. Karen kept right on servicing Harley until the clown was moaning for relief, something about her nonsense-free gasps against Karen’s pussy bringing the blonde to the brink of orgasm. Then Harley wiggled free of her, gasping for air.

Karen flopped over onto her back, licking Harley’s juices from her cheeks and chin. She looked over to see Kon taking her place on top of Harley, his erection rebuilt by voyeurism. Like he was pantsing Harley—something the clown was sure to appreciate—he yanked down the cut-out in back of Harley’s costume, stretching it out until it didn’t just tease Harley’s bare ass, it cut underneath it, snagged all the way under her ample buttocks with its hemline dug into the backs of Harley’s thick thighs.

With Harley arranged on her hands and knees, her ass hanging out of her distended costume, Kon knelt behind her. He grabbed half of her fat ass in either hand and splayed her cheeks apart, exposing her anus within the groove. And Harley could feel herself being opened, bared to Kon, the first step taken to being sodomized, right through the window she’d used so recklessly to advertise her curvy ass.

“Oh God, Supertoy!” she mewled. “You’re so big you went right down my throat even before I spit-shined you, but I’m too horny to care. Course I’m horny—I’ve been running around with Power Girl all day, but she won’t even let me motorboat those fat tits! But you… you’ll let me have that big cock, won’t you? Fuck me, toy boy. Fuck me up the ass. Do it, please, slam my ass until I’ve got a gape bigger than the one in front of Peej’s outfit!”