MtB update

Kon yawned and Cassie yawned with him. She was still in bed, virtually comatose, while he seemed merely drowsy, pulling on his clothes with a lackadaisical effort. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt, just hopped his jeans up his bare legs. Cassie grinned as she saw the bulge that formed when they were over his crotch. She now knew from experience that it wasn’t exaggerated.

“We need to do this again sometime,” she said, before realizing that they’d only done this because he’d thought she was M’gann, shapeshifted into Cassie, not the real thing.

Then again, M’gann had joined in, pretending to be Rose, the real Rose, so maybe they could come up with some arrangement where Cassie pretended to be M’gann playing her again, while M’gann was Huntress or someone. It wasn’t like there was a shortage of oversexed heroines who might conceivably catch Superboy’s eye.

Wait, am I one of them?

“Anytime, Miss,” Kon said, relishing her nickname, and he simmered as M’gann-playing-Rose came up behind him and slipped his jacket onto his broad shoulders. He didn’t wear a shirt under it, so she zipped the jacket up over his bare chest.

“Don’t forget about me,” ‘Rose’ said, slipping a hand the opposite direction to grope his ass. “Either of us, in fact. Here’s a little memento.” And she slid a set of Cassie’s panties into his backpocket.

Kon grinned, though Cassie thought that had more to do with M’gann’s hand in his backpocket than an appreciation of souvenirs. “Thanks. And hey, if you’re ever in Hawaii, not wearing underwear, I can hook you up.”

He gave M’gann a quick kiss, then gave her a push down beside Cassie, where she obligingly gave ‘M’gann’ his relayed kiss.

“Gotta go,” Kon said. “Hawaii social services gets all bent out of shape if I have sleepovers on the continental US.”

They both waved him goodbye, M’gann politely waiting until he was gone to revert to the green-skinned form Cassie was more used to.

“I think he really likes you,” M’gann said. “You two have a lot of chemistry.”

“Thanks,” Cassie said, turning over, suddenly painfully aware of just how weird this was. She was cuddling with the girl she’d just cuckolded. “Wait, whose panties did you give him, yours or mine?”

“Yours, of course,” M’gann said. “I don’t wear clothes, I just shapeshift to look like I do so I won’t get handcuffed unless I want to be.”

“So you gave him my panties,” Cassie said.

“Uh-huh!”

“What if he realizes that you don’t wear panties, yet somehow he got panties off of you while you just happened to look like me?”

“I don’t know!” M’gann gigglered, like it was the start of a joke. “Should make for an interesting conversation starter!”

***

In her mind, Roxy was turning over fantasies of S.B.. Gentle, handsome S.B.. She saw them together, holding hands, strolling in green mountains, running ankle-deep through surf along the Hawaiian. But most of all she saw them fucking, him taking her with that big beautiful cock in her dripping pussy, thrusting his prick between her eager lips. She could imagine the taste of S.B.'s cock, meaty and salty, filling her mind and her mouth with his masculinity.

Roxy bounced into the supermarket and made her purchases, lost in her erotic daydreams. She went through the check-out line oblivious of the two plump matrons who stood behind her, shooting disapproving glares at her and her abbreviated clothing. Mechanically, she paid the checker, scooped her small bag of groceries into her arms, and walked out with her asscheeks rubbing together, plenty of denim between them as her jean cut-offs ran up her buttocks.

One of the fat middle-aged ladies sniffed haughtily. "These young people today," she said through her nose, "I just don't see what they think they're proving with all this... this wanton display!"

Her companion tut-tutted. "The permissive generation," she huffed. "Our morals are decaying badly. Don’t you agree, Charles?"

The last she addressed to the clerk, a lean stoop-shouldered man in his middle years. He woke up abruptly from his fantasy. In the fantasy the blonde girl had been kneeling before him, dressed only in a frilly apron and a maid's lace bonnet, and she had been pleading with him not to use the riding crop in his left hand on her tender, welted buttocks. Her pleading was about to take on a more substantial note as she leaned forward, cradling his cock in her hands, guiding it worshipfully toward her parted, red lips...

"What?" he sputtered. "Oh, uh--yes, yes indeed. Shameful." He watched as the electric door shut behind the blonde's lasciviously twitching ass. A whiff of perfume hung on the air, an elusive tang of aroused womanhood.

The sun beat down on the girl's shoulders. The sidewalk was hot enough to feel through the soles of her sandals. Roxy didn't notice. She was lost in a dream.

Oh yes, S.B., she was thinking. "Just stick that great big cock up my little pussy. Oh, hurry! I need you so badly." Her eyes fastened on the erect staff of prick, marveling again at its size and splendor.

It didn't matter that he was with Tana, or was going to be with her, or whatever their relationship looked like these days. She had fallen for him, hard. He was with her day and night, fucking and fondling her in her sex fantasies.

Mentally, she wrapped feverish hands around the big stiff cock. She could feel it radiate heat, could feel the pulse already beginning to speed at her erotic touch. She spread her soft thighs, lying back on a bed with silken sheets, steering the huge, inflated head of S.B.'s prick to the gaping, drooling mouth of her pussy.

“Hey, Roxy!” Kon called, and Roxy nearly jumped out of her skin as the man himself came in for a landing. He had the same hair and skin as Superman, the most eligible bachelor on the planet short of maybe Bruce Wayne, his hair short and his eyes blue. He was well built, his body muscular and lithe, not the overbearing physical perfection of his sire. More boyish and almost pretty, in a way.

A sexual throb went through her flat tummy at the thought of what she could do to him if he just gave her a change, the way it always did, and she felt another charge of warm, slippery lust seep into her panties.

Then it all went south. His lips, though as succulently full as ever, were no longer a pale pink, but bright red. She’d almost think he had a drag show if it weren’t for the way the lipstick tongued at the corners of his mouth, down his chin, up toward his nose. Like he’d been kissed, and sloppily too, which was Roxy’s thing. More lipstick imprints ran down his neck and onto the collar of his shirt and leather jacket, like he was auditioning for a James Bond movie, and when he landed off-center, presenting his profile in a usual pose, she could see a pair of frilly pink panties were sticking out of the backpocket of his jeans.

Good fucking lord… she’d known Kon was a bit girl-crazy, but since when had he flaunted himself and his extracurricular activities like some kind of… kind of… gigolo!?

Roxy crossed her arms crisply, almost ashamed of the low-cut halter top she was wearing. To think, she’d actually dreamed of Kon noticing it… judging from the lipstick marks running down his belly where his shirt rode up, it obviously took a lot more than her trendy sex-positive feminism for Kon-El to notice a girl. It took being some kind of goddamn slut!

“Where have you been, Connor?” she asked.

If Kon noticed the scorn in her voice, or the fact that he looked like he’d just had a make-out session with Jessica Rabbit, he gave no indication. Either he was playing it cool or he genuinely didn’t realize he was one spilled yogurt away from looking like the end of a Brazzers video. “Oh, you know… hanging out with Tana, saving the world, nothing too big. You headed back to the Compound? Need a lift?”

“No,” Roxy sniffed. She didn’t play the role of mother superior very well, but if Kon didn’t get that he was covered in skank markings, she doubted he’d realize she wasn’t in much position to judge him. “You’re smelling a little foul. Maybe you ought to pay some attention to your BO. Especially when it’s not your body that’s got the odor!”

“Okay, geez, I’ll take a shower. I swim a lot, ya know. It’s the same thing.” He flew off, panties in his backpocket flapping in the wind, and Roxy stomped the rest of the way to the Compound, swinging her groceries like a mace.

Tana Moon, that cheap tramp! Always keeping Kon on a leash, dangling her affections for him like a cat toy, making Roxy mix metaphors! Pretending to be so above it all, so dismayed at all the taboos of dating a teenage clone (so back off, bitch, and leave him to someone who was born this century). But when push came to shove, obviously she had decided to sink her hooks into Kon by giving it up! Roxy guessed she hadn’t been able to take all the competition from the Teen Titans, God! She played it so close to the vest, making Roxy think she was crazy for dreaming about the big Kryptonian lug, but really she was just a scheming, conniving little…

Roxy could hardly see straight as she stormed up the mountain pass to the compound. She had walked more than forty feet above sea level before she realized that she was on the wrong mountain. She screamed something that would need no translation to offend a Kryptonian, and started down the mountain and toward the stupid Compound with her stupid father and stupid, stupid Kon-El,

I'll kill them! she thought. Both of them! Tears of rejection and jealousy sprang to her eyes. The images of Kon-El and his lovey-dovey little Lois Lane wannabe seemed to have burned themselves into her brain. She could see nothing but Kon's massive pulsing cock plunging into Tana's pussy. Tana's hot screams of pleasure hammered her eardrums. She put her palms to her ears and pressed hard.

"Oh, stop it! Stop it!" she shouted out loud.

Then she realized where she was. Right in front of the Compound. She felt numbed, dazed. How could she go in there now? How could she pretend nothing had happened? How could she look either of them in the face? She wanted to scratch Tana's eyes out.

And yet, she knew, neither of them were really to blame. Tana and Kon were dating, in their stupid, stupid way. Tana had no way of knowing there was something between him and Roxy. He was horny, Tana was willing, Roxy hadn’t made her play.

The inevitable had happened. But, try as she might. Roxy couldn't be philosophical about it. It was stupid and irrational to think so, but she knew that the splendid screwing Tana had gotten was meant for her. She had not felt a cock in her for so long, and there’d been offers! Even some of Kon’s fellow Titans had tried to hit her up, but she’d been saving herself for the purity of that moment when she could finally open her legs for Kon alone.

She had to do something to get this horrible depression put of her mind. She wandered the jungle for what seemed like hours. Not knowing where she was going, she realized after a while that she had made a complete circle and come back to the Compound. Almost at once the idea hit her. She knew what she needed.

It was absolutely crazy, she knew. But the urge was desperate. There was nothing that could hold her back. She walked inside before she could lose her nerve.

Tana was coming at her with that supple graceful walk that Roxy had admired so much. Everything that Tana did was stylish and elegant, and next to her Roxy felt like a hulking country clod, although God knows the tall, dusky Hawaiian was the essence of warmth and friendliness itself and certainly not in the least bit condescending.

She wore her white bikini. The little triangles of clinging material snugged against the weight of her full tits, holding the ripe flesh high and wide and letting the pointed bumps of her nipples show plainly.

The panties were molded around her firm, rounded asscheeks and smooth flanks. They were damp—probably from whatever she’d been doing with Kon—and the material dipped into her deep asscrack. It pulled snugly at the lips of her pussy, and the sensations against her cunt as she walked made the dampness at her crotch increase shamefully.

"Hi, Roxy," Tana smiled at her. "Where’ve you been?"

"Out," Roxy said. "Sick. But I feel a little better now. Is Kon in? I have something I want to see him about."

"He's in," Tana said. “Not that I’m his secretary.”

“And it’s not like I care… whether he’s in or not!” Roxy retorted. She hated giving Tana the last word. It wasn’t that she was jealous, she just didn’t like her.

The door to the bathroom swung open and Kon came out, his jacket off, his face damp, wetness spilling down his throat to soak the front of his shirt to his skin. He’d finally washed his face. Probably Tana’s idea. The ho. She’d want to hide all the evidence so that Roxy didn’t even know that she was plying Kon with her feminine wiles.

"Roxy!" he said, surprised, wiping his face with a hand towel before pitching it toward the laundry room. "I thought you’d gotten lost or something; it doesn’t take that long to walk to the Compound from town. I guess you just had something else to do.”

“Yeah,” Tana commiserated. “We all have a lot to… do, don’t we?” She was looking at Kon.

Frickin’ skank.

"I... had something to see you about," Roxy said.

An ambiguous smile crossed his lips, as if he had half-received her message already. "Well, came on in to the command center," he smiled.

They went downstairs to his man-cave and he shut the door behind them. Roxy was nervous. She didn't know how to get to the point. She couldn't just blurt it out. Or could she?

"Well," Kon said after a long uncomfortable pause. "What did you want to see me about? I hope it's nothing serious. After the way you were acting in town, I thought maybe Match had paid this place a visit. Everyone’s acting weird around me."

"You’re the only one," she whispered, “who is Superboy.”

“Yeah, babe, the one and only.” Kon looked concerned. But Roxy noticed his eyes straying toward her loose breasts again. That would make it easier.

"Maybe you'd like to sit down," he said, gesturing at the beanbags around the room.

"No."

He put a hand on her shoulder. "Roxy, what is it? You’re seeming very far from chill."

Roxy took a deep breath and bit her lower lip. Inhaling deeply made her firm breasts rise and her nipples point under the fabric of her shirt. Kon tried not to look but couldn't help it.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered, looking up at him with smoldering eyes.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I heard you. I just can't believe you."

"How could I say it so that you'd believe me?"

"I... I don't know."

Roxy slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, tantalizing him. She licked her lips and let her eyes burn into his.

"I've always wanted you," she whispered sexily. She knew no man could refuse that feeling, true or not. "I don't feel like waiting any longer. I know you want me. I want you to fuck me now. Do you like to eat pussy, Kon? How about my hot cunt? Would you like to eat it?"

While she spoke she kept unbuttoning her shirt until it was finally open. Kon's eyes were on the upswept slopes of her young breasts and the deep shadowy valley between them. The fabric of the shirt still covered her nipples. Kon tried to speak, then pulled at the humid collar of his soaking shirt, then tried again.

"Don't you think it's kind of risky?" he said. "Tana's right outside the door."

"I'll control myself. I won't make any noise."

"Why don't we make it after she goes home?" He checked his watch. "That's only two more hours. Surely you can wait until..."

Roxy smirked at him coyly and took off her shirt. Her ripe upswept breasts and bulging nipples jiggled slightly as she tossed it on his desk. Kon looked like he had to hold himself back from turning into a werewolf. She enjoyed tormenting him, after all he’d put her through. "Don't you want to?" she asked coyly.

"Of course I do."

She did a mock pirouette. "Do you like my body?"

He nodded.

Roxy came up right next to him. Her naked breasts were only an inch from his chest. She reached down and took both of his hands and placed them on her breasts.

"Does that feel good?" she asked.

He nodded again.

"Squeeze them," she whispered. "Go ahead, squeeze them. It feels good."

Kon squeezed the full resilient globes. His rough palms rasped against her sensitive nipples.

"Harder," she breathed. "Dig your fingers into them."

His strong fingers bit into the firm flesh of her breasts. They throbbed and ached. Roxy moaned softly.

"Oh," she sighed. "Don't you want to suck them?"

"Yes."

"God, suck me... please, suck me," she murmured.

He seemed hypnotized. She took his head and pulled it down to her breasts. He licked one of her nipples with his tongue.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh, yes!" she gasped. "Oh, suck it. Suck it hard!"

"Your nipples are so big," he panted, curling his tongue around the swollen buds.

"I know. Ohhhh... oh God, yes, that feels so good!"

Kon sucked her throbbing nipples in a rough, urgent way. Roxy felt hot pleasure spurt through her body. She realized how aroused she had become thinking of Kon and Tana fucking.

"Don't you want to fuck me... don't you want to fuck me?" she panted.

"Yes," he said. "But it's too dangerous."

She caught sight of the small bathroom at one side of the basement. "Fuck me in there," she gasped.

"It's too small."

"No it's not. We can stand up."

She pulled him toward it. She knew he wanted her so much that he couldn't resist. They went into the small room and he pulled the door shut. There was barely enough room for them to stand beside the toilet.

Quickly Roxy dropped her shorts and skimmed off her panties. Her fingers flew to his belt buckle and zipper. She got his stiff prick out and began pumping and squeezing it. Kon's hands were all over her naked body. He kissed her neck and shoulders hungrily and put his hand in her pussy. She was sopping wet. He dug his fingers into the folds of her slit and made her gasp sharply: "Oh!"

"Try not to make any noise," he panted.

"I can't help it."

"Here, this way," he said.

He sat on the toilet lid, his big hard cock standing upright. He held Roxy's hips and helped her straddle him. Then he probed her cuntlips with the bulging end of his cock and lowered her sex onto it.

"Aahhh!" Roxy moaned as she sat on the throbbing shaft, feeling it slide up into her. She bit her lip and went nearly out of her mind with pleasure as he began sucking and nipping her breasts again.

Her long legs came in handy. She planted her feet on the floor and slid her tight cunt up and down on his stiff cock, shivering with lust each time it penetrated her. Kon's fingers dug into her naked buttocks. Roxy winced with pleasure.

"It's so good... so good! Uh! Uh!" she grunted.

She lost herself completely in sexual pleasure. She forgot about Tana, her father, everything, even Kon. She didn't know or care who was fucking her. It was just the hard prick between her legs that counted, the wild hungry mouth tugging her nipples, the strong hands digging in her asscheeks. "Fuck me... fuck me... yes! Yes!" she chanted. "Deeper... deeper... get it in me deeper!"

She couldn't get it into her deeply enough. Panting and squirming, grabbing him for support, she lifted her legs and coiled them around his hips. Then she began twisting and jumping up and down on his prick like a wild woman.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she gasped. "Oh!"

"Shhhhh!" he panted. "Try to be quiet."

"Oh God, I can't! Don't stop... don't stop!"

Kon was almost as carried away by Roxy's passion as she was. He grabbed her squirming hips and gouged her repeatedly with his up thrusting cock. But when sharp involuntary squeals started coming from her throat, his fear of discovery got the better of him.

"Aiiee! Oh! Aiiee!" she yelped, delirious with hot lust.

"Shhhhh!"

"I... I can't! Oh God, I'm going to come! Don't stop, don't stop!"

He stopped fucking her only long enough to reach down to the floor. He found his pants, which were tangled around his ankles, and grabbed for his wallet, instead finding something silky and fine. Assuming it would make a good gag, whatever it was, he brought it up and shoved it into her slack mouth.

"Bite on that," he said.

"Ummm... ummm!" Roxy whimpered as she took a set of frilly pink panties between her teeth.

Then, knowing that she was only seconds away from her climax, he grabbed her twisting hips and began fucking her mercilessly. He flexed his hard prick. Roxy squeezed him with her thighs and held on for dear life. The hard gristle of his cock scraping against her swollen clit drove her crazy with pleasure. Her whole body was torn with wild shuddering.

"Mmmeee! Mmmmee!" she squealed, her voice muffled by the wadded cloth.

She clung to him, burrowed her face in his neck, and let her body be shattered by fierce spasms. She swarmed against him, feeling his shirt chafe her raw nipples, jamming her creaming slit down on his throbbing cock. Through her own wild muffled screaming, she heard him grunt and felt the jumping strings of jism flood her pulsing cunt.

Even when it was over, she couldn't let go. Her body tingled everywhere. The aftershocks of her orgasm oozed through her throbbing blood. His cock remained stiff for several minutes, and she held on to him and moved her pussy slightly, moaning as the fresh sparks of pleasure shot through her aching clit. Finally she spit out the wet wrinkled panties and kissed his mouth ardently. His cock was beginning to shrink from her pussy, and his cum was leaking out of her. She crawled off him.

"I'm leaking all over your pants," she giggled softly. "Everybody will think you’ve been jacking off."

“Yeah,” Kon said, out of it, stifling a heavy yawn. “Uh-huh… I guess…” Now he didn’t bother to stifle a yawn, as he got up, pulling his jeans up to his waist, and trudged out of the bathroom.

God, Roxy thought, you’d think he had just fought Metallo or something. Maybe when he was a kid, Superman hadn’t had much staying power either.

As he walked into his man-cave, Kon unthinkingly stomped on something pink and frilly, bringing Roxy’s attention to it.

They were the set of panties that had been in his backpocket.

He had gagged her with another woman’s panties!

Damn Tana Moon! This is all her fault!

Roxy would’ve read Kon the Riot Act, only he’d collapsed on a couch, half-naked and fast asleep. Well, that was just fine. Roxy knew just how to teach the little super couple a lesson. She got dressed, but didn’t put on her panties. Instead, she went up to Kon and laid them over his face, stretching the waistband behind his ears so they wouldn’t slip off.

Let little miss perfect find him like that! She thought viciously.

As Roxy flounced out of the room, she continued to forget that the panties she’d been wearing weren’t her own, but a set she had borrowed from Tana.