Raven Ravished

Kon walked into the room expecting to find Cassie waiting for him, but since the last time Titan Tower had been destroyed, apparently they’d rethought the flooring. He walked in on Raven.

Superboy looked down at the lovely woman, old enough to have a forbidden allure, but still young enough to be in the nubile range. Her jet-black hair fanned about her face. Her small nose turned up cutely at the tip. Lips were full and soft, so moist that she didn’t even have to wear lipstick. And her breasts were hidden behind a holey black shirt, rising and falling beneath its tight confines, making Kon wonder how they’d look without it. Her legs certainly looked good with nothing covering them but boxer shorts.

Awakened by his entry, Raven lifted her head and stared at him with her characteristic inscrutability. “In or out?” she asked him finally, her plainness hot in and of itself.

Kon stepped inside, unbuttoning his flannel shirt. “I’m definitely coming in.

Raven rolled her eyes. “Shut the door,” she whispered as she watched Kon’s broad, muscular chest come into view, her heart nearly beating its way out of her ribs. His physique was everything she imagined it would be without shirt or spandex in the way.

“What’s the matter, don’t you like an audience?” Kon asked, kicking the door shut with a loud slam.

Raven gritted her teeth angrily. “Do you want to wake up the whole floor?” she demanded.

“Hey, Helena Bonham Carter, you’re about to be screaming the walls down anyway,” Kon said as he tossed his shirt aside and started opening his belt.

Raven hated to cop to it, but she found herself liking the overweening punk teenager masculinity Kon had. He acted like he’d bedded countless women, and although he might not’ve had the actual experience, he did have the body to back it up. Raven watched lovingly as Kon popped open the button of his tight-fitting jeans, then jerked down the zipper. In the low light, Raven could see the wiry pubic hair poking through Kon’s unzipped fly.

“You’re definitely going to be grateful I walked through your door,” Kon teased as he finished undoing his pants.

Raven wanted to force her hand into the dark, gaping hope of his open fly, but she fought the urge off. It had been too long since she’d been in one of these love scenes—she didn’t want to give away her own ineptitude when Kon was perfectly willing to blunder ahead on his own.

But if she was hoping for Kon to embarrass himself to take the edge off, she was soon to find Kon had nothing to be ashamed of. Kon brought his prick out and Raven swallowed with nervous excitement when she saw it. He was so young, but it was so big, his balls dangling underneath it, looking full enough for three women. 

Without saying a word, Kon took Raven’s hand and brought it to his fat cock. Raven automatically wrapped her fingers around its bloated thickness, realizing fearfully that she could never take the enormous member in her tiny cunt, but still feeling herself clenching and moistening with the feel of his erection in her hand.

“You thinking it won’t fit?” Kon asked, to Raven’s anxious nod. “Where’s the fun in fitting anyway? Stretching is where it’s at.”

Raven felt his cock throb in her tightening hand. It was getting even bigger.