Marry the Steel update

After one last squeeze at Clark’s impressive quadriceps, Cat moved her hand to his groin, and the large mass of throbbing flesh that was calling out to be stroked.

“Oh baby!” Cat gasped as she felt it, as though still surprised by its size despite her ample experience with it. “I’ve got to give that cock a go!”

She pulled Clark onto his back and straddled him, giggling, then cooing as she saw she’d landed across his muscular thighs, his pulsing shaft before her. Cat licked her lips, regarding his massive cock. It seemed even larger than she remembered it. She put both hands on his erection and pumped on it, working his foreskin up and down his knob. When his cockhead came out, shuddering and pulsing, the glanshole seemed to wink at her. Cat’s mouth lolled open. She licked her lips more slowly.

“I can’t believe you’re still so haaaard,” she mewled in approval. “You’ve already fucked me so much... fucked my face… fucked my pussy… you might even have fucked my ass, for all I know... you definitely fucked my brains out!” She giggled drunkenly. “I don’t know how you can still get it up, still fuck me! It’s like I’m fucking Superman or some…”

Clark clapped his big hands on Cat’s waspish waist and picked her up, holding her over the head of his cock. Cat’s slit still bore traces of how well-used it had been; her near-constant sexual arousal since she’d started dancing for Clark—since she’d dressed up like a slut to dance for Clark—had left her womanhood swollen and dark with arousal. Flexing his hips, Clark stilled his cock, holding it in place to lever Cat over it.

She sucked in a quick breath at the feel of its tip pressing into the opening of her cunt. Her whole body was trembling, twitching downward, urging Clark to let her have the impalement their position was promising her.

He gladly gave it to her, relaxing his grip on her body to let her drop down onto his stalwart erection. The force of Cat’s landing depressed the flesh around her tender slot, pushing her lips into her inner valley along with Clark’s erection. The woman gaped quietly as her own trim weight brought her down to Clark’s balls, his lovely prick now hilted inside her.

And just like that, she’d forgotten all about Superman.

***

Lois, Lana, and Mercy made for a raucous group as they left the strip club to all pile into a taxi, managing through a mutually drunken haze to give the address for Clark’s apartment. Each of the woman had to chip in on the address; they’d all forgotten some portion on it. Lana beamed with pride to have remembered his room number.

By the time they’d arrived, though, they’d sobered with seriousness. Before they’d left the club, the problem of Kara had taken precedence in their booze-fueled roundtable. They all ended up adamant that, while she was too hot a piece to be kicked loose, she had to be taught her place. She might be a female Kryptonian, but that did not give her precedence over the humans in Clark’s harem. They couldn’t agree on what did give a woman precedence, or which of them was precedent, but they had all concluded it definitely wasn’t Kara.

There was some confusion as to what they were doing in Clark’s apartment as they let themselves in—Lois and Lana fumbling for keys, while Mercy volunteered to pick the lock. Some of them wanted to cap the night off with a preview of the honeymoon; others wanted to find Kara and teach her a lesson in how humans treated alien invaders. When they found Kara asleep in Clark’s bed, naked and evidently having enjoyed Clark’s taste in home furnishings, they came to another agreement. Kara would be taught a lesson. And as soused and judgment-impaired as they were, between the three of them, they had more than enough competence to deal with a sleeping Kryptonian.

***

Kara groaned as she awoke—bright red light slashing through her eyelids to sear into her corneas. Then she felt arms grabbing hold of her, holding her down. She focused through the blurriness of her waking vision to recognize Lana, and Lois, and Mercy, all three of them grasping her arms and legs to make sure she was restrained. And Kara couldn’t do anything to throw them off. Her strength was sapped, she was as weak as she’d been back on Krypton, helpless to resist.

“Get off me! What are you doing? You insignificant human pests, how dare you touch me without permission!”

“You don’t mean that, do you Kara?” Lana asked, sitting on the bed as she held Kara’s legs together at the ankles so she couldn’t kick. “I thought we had some good times together.”

“And I thought you wanted to share Clark,” Lois said. Kara could smell her heady perfume as she held down her right arm, as well as the reek of alcohol on her. “You didn’t think you could have him all to yourself, did you? Or that you’d be his real wife while we were just your little love slaves, right?”

Beside her, holding down Kara’s left arm, Mercy smiled knowingly. “Why is it that the people who most want to dominate are always so insecure? Makes it hell to find a good top.”

Kara barked out a laugh. “Is that what this is about? You’re not just stupid, you’re deluded. You can’t possibly think you can dominate me, you denuded apes. I’m a superior being. Kal is meant to be with me. You’re fun playthings, but you’ve gotten far too full of yourselves if you think you’re anything like our equals. Clearly, I’ve been too lax with you if I’ve let you get that idea.”

“Yeah, clearly,” Lois said with wry sarcasm. “So, if you’re so superior, then there’s no way we can get you off, right?”

“Much less leave you begging for more,” Lana added.

“You can let her go,” Mercy said. “I can handle her. She really doesn’t have much muscle once you get her out of the sun.”

“Bulimia girl doesn’t have core strength?” Lois quipped, coming off of the bed to strip off her clothes. “Color me shocked.”

Lana was already undressing, stepping back from Kara as she snapped at her with impotent kicks. “Clark’s dominated you, right? Did you like that?”

“Don’t even say his name! And don’t call him that!” Kara hissed. “You have no right to know the smallest detail about our match!”

Lois blew air through her teeth. “Yeah, but, I’m a journalist, so…”

Of all the indignities she had faced since losing Krypton and coming here, the loss of face and suitable company, this was the one threat Kara had not experienced. She cringed at the thought of it. If there was anything she didn’t want to do, it was to let these bottom-feeders from the far end of the food chain take Kal’s proper place with her.

“You seem tense,” Lois said softly, tracing her fingernails in shivery little lines along Kara’s bare arm. Her fingers drifted towards Kara’s breasts. “Why? I thought you liked doing it with Lana. We have a saying here on Earth. Turnabout is fair play.”

“There’s nothing fair about any of this!” Kara declared in a snit. “It’s not fair that I have to come to Earth and it’s not fair that Kal has other people he cares about more than me and it’s not fair that he’s the only Kryptonian here while everyone else is some piddling little pack animal!”

“Give us pack animals a chance,” Lois replied firmly. “We may not have Supes’ manliness, but we make do. Mercy, get her down on her back.”

“Don’t you dare!” Kara shrieked, but they didn’t listen. Together, they forced her down on the bed and she lay there, totally uncovered and lasciviously spread-eagle on the mattress. All three of them stared at the nakedness they were forcing her to expose. Kara turned her head away with shame.

“Kal is going to punish you all!” she cried.

“That might be fun,” Lois said. “But trust me, Clark can’t punish someone nearly as hard as we can. The man’s a pussycat. We’re bad bitches who’ve got you outnumbered.”

Kara’s head swam and chills ran through her bare body. She felt Lois moving close to her and shut her eyes, not wanting to see the statuesque brunette who planned to despoil her. She felt more disturbed than she had ever been and her only comfort was knowing that this would prove to Kal they were barbarians—that after this, he would stop letting them get ideas above their stations, no matter how softhearted he was.

Until then, she would just have to get this over with.

“Get between her legs!” Lana commanded.

“I think I know what to do,” Lois retorted.

She knelt between Kara’s widespread thighs, her smooth pale ass shoved lewdly up into the air, on display to the other women.

“Don’t fight it,” she cooed against Kara’s groin.

“Yes, you’ll love it,” Lana chorused.

“Who wouldn’t love Lois?” Mercy asked no one in particular. She watched with pride as Lois moved over Kara, feeling her mons grow taut and sensitive while the blonde cringed.

Lois was touching her tender pink labia, her fingers exploring every little twist and furl her slit made from its top to its bottom. The pads of her fingers made searing contact with each fold of Kara’s pussy, all of it keenly responding to her touch. Tentative yet exact, she thumbed Kara’s little nerve-filled clit, while the ring finger of her other hand slipped inside of the moaning girl’s cunt.

“Nnooooooo,” Kara groaned, starting off as a protest, but then becoming an appreciation.

“Yes, play with her clit,” Lana said unnecessarily, for Lois was already toying with it just enough, shocking Kara with pleasure so she couldn’t get used to how good it felt to be fingered by the reporter.

Lana lewdly trailed her own hand down to her sex, watching the two women locked together on the bed, so obscenely intimate, fuming at each other as they enjoyed themselves. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad having Kara around… or Lois, either.

“You’re too tense, Superbabe, relax a bit,” Lois said. “Come on, you think I’m as rough as Superman would be? You want him to breed you? You can’t even take his chick giving you a little foreplay.”

Kara moaned. She’d never sunken this low in her life, but Lois had a point. If she couldn’t endure this, how was she any better than them? If she could be dragged down by them, how was she worthy of Superman?

“I don’t care!” she said bravely. “Do whatever you want.”

“Don’t worry, we will,” Mercy assured her, thinking how magnificent Lois was, how she’d broken Kara without the Kryptonian even knowing it.

Lois’s lush breasts swayed over Kara’s slender thighs, nipples hardening as they brushed against Kara’s helplessly captivated skin. Mercy could see Lois warming to the seduction, her piercing ring finger now worked all the way inside of Kara’s receptive young cunt, her hand pressed firmly between Kara’s invitingly open thighs. Lois pushed more and more of her body between Kara’s legs, scissoring them open, her own long legs trailing behind her as she crouched atop Kara’s acquiescing body.

“Do you get this wet for Clark?” Lois purred, shaking with her own growing excitement as she felt Kara beginning to respond. She pressed her tits within Kara’s open legs, rubbing them against her slit, tickling their buoyant flesh with the hair of Kara’s thatch and soaking them with the wetness of her arousal. “So soft and wet,” Lois added as she pressed another finger into Kara, twisting and turning them inside her, finding the reluctant pleasure inside the slowly opening passage of the petite girl.

Then came the moment Lois had been waiting for. A definite shudder of delight went through Kara’s nakedness. Lois quivered herself in response; she could already tell it was going to be good. Even with Lana and Mercy only watching, not joining in, she was going to enjoy this—having Kara all to herself. Maybe she could forgive Clark for letting this tasty little girl into their relationship…

Forgetting her defenselessness, thinking of pleasure more and more, Kara moaned with enjoyment. She felt what her tingling pussy was doing, how it felt to Lois’s gently moving fingers inside her, and she could only follow suit. It was so different, what Lois was doing to her. She couldn’t help herself with it. It was awakening new things inside her—things she had never known on Krypton.

With a sigh of half-willing surrender, Kara relaxed her legs and let them open as wide as Lois needed. She had just had her first, small orgasm, and as much as it loosened her reluctant body, it also made her heat up, her blood burning for more.

She opened her eyes and found herself returning Lois’s direct, unerring gaze.

Lois smiled, real joy in her eyes for Kara to see, and without taking her fingers away from soaking in Kara’s gushing pussy, she eased herself down on the blonde, her breasts pressing warmly against Kara’s own softly trembling chest.

The feel of their breasts closing together, along with the mounting excitement from Lois’s stroking fingers inside her sex, made Kara mewl despite her attempts to hold her lips shut. She was loving the sensations going through her body, no matter how much she tried to stop herself from feeling them.

Kara hated it, but fighting the heat inside her only made her feel it more keenly, until Kara’s hatred was a vague memory. Far more pressing was her need to feel more of Lois’s fingers curling and curving inside her softly clenched sex. Hopelessly, she writhed between embarrassment and passion, twisting her head away from Lois’s stare but responding with her body. Her flesh wanted more, and Kara feared that if she met Lois’s eyes, the woman would see that so did all of her.

“That’s good, Lois! She wants it, you can tell she wants it! Look at her gagging for it!” Lana declared.

“You think I’m going to settle for her gagging?” Lois asked bluntly, pressing a third finger into Kara’s pussy and finding it too drenched with passion to even slow her penetration down. “I’m going to hear her beg. You have no idea how strong a woman really has to be to get a Superman into her bed.”

“You get your strength from the sun,” Mercy added. “Lois’s belongs to her.” She no longer needed to hold Kara down, the pleasure Lois was giving her proving too addictive for Kara to try to resist anymore, so she fondled herself openly, smoothing the aroused wetness onto the flushed skin of her mons with an almost pained expression of lust on her lovely face.