Superboy Shuffle 3

Kory felt her own orgasm kick like a mule inside her, and as if to make sure Kon wouldn’t deprive her of anymore of them, she crushed their bodies together with all the strength in her limbs, grinding her mound against his crotch. Kon’s eyes nearly popped out, feeling felt her inner muscles milking at his spasming prick, refusing to be denied one drop of the seed he had to give her.

Her heart raced, her lungs heaved. She felt like she was coming again every time she felt Kon’s prick throb inside her, felt another spurt of his hot seed into her depths. All of her writhing, squirming body shook with the ecstasy she felt, until she had to dig her fingernails into Kon’s back just to feel grounded. Her breasts swelled against Kon’s broad pectorals until she thought she had gone up a cup size.

As a third eruption of jism splashed into Kory’s sex, she spasmed, realizing what she’d thought was a climax was only a prelude to the explosion she felt now. “Husband!” she sighed fondly, tossing her magnificent red mane from side to side in complete delirium. “Ohhh, Kon! If this doesn’t kill me, nothing ever will!”

Tears ran from Kon’s eyes, he felt so good. His body jolted uncontrollably, shaken by every rope of cum he launched into Kory’s quivering sex. He covered her with his body, grinding her against the fireside rug as though trying to smother the inferno inside her. Their bodies were joined and he felt like he was feeding on the endless lust she had, somehow feeling both her pleasure and his own. He’d never felt so close to another person. He hadn’t dreamed such rapture was possible.

Their orgasms spooled away like smoke from a snuffed out fire, leaving them groaning together, Kory’s pussy quivering every time an aftershock went through Kon’s member. Her arms and legs fell away from Kon, leaving her lying passively underneath him, her body yielding to him without ego—now that she’d gotten what she wanted. 

She was so soft, so pretty, that she seemed fragile to Kon, even though the personality within was so resilient and vibrant. So much so that she didn’t mind appearing submissive now. After what they’d been through, he’d never mistake her for a weakling. Her body was conditioned for the greatest excesses of lovemaking possible, just as it had been conditioned for battle.

“Move your cock inside me, just a little,” Kory whispered. “I want to remember how it felt when it was fucking me… I loved it so much…”

She felt Kon obligingly flex his prick, no matter how sore it was, and when she shrieked out adorably, Kon kissed her. She enjoyed it, squeezing down on his cock in a way that made it stiffen just a little, despite the painful ache that came with any amount of arousal. 

They lay that way for a long time, kissing each other, touching each other, Kon trying to resist the temptation to make her feel his cock again and then inevitably giving in for a painfully pleasant back and forth. Him wiggling his prick inside of Kory, then her making her sex pull at him.

“Enough!” Kory groaned at last. “If we keep abusing that thing, it’ll break, and I want it in pristine condition…”

“Break? I’ve put it through much more stress than this. You know there are four Wild Things movies?”

“In that case, at least let me clean it off. Take it out and I’ll give it a spit-shine.”

Kon was shocked by her words—so shocked that he did as she asked without any rejoinder. But then, he could’ve had a concussion and an offer like that still would’ve gotten through to him.

Kon pulled himself up from her… his muscles cramping and protesting like there was centuries of disuse behind their aching. His half-hard member slid out of Kory, dripping with his seed, and he rolled off of her, twisting onto his back even closer to the fireplace than before. He still barely felt the flames through the malaise of his contented, yet painfully intense afterglow.

Kory dropped a hand between her thighs and ran her fingers through the cum trickling out of her sex. She smiled devilishly at Kon as she moved her fingers to her mouth and licked his semen off them, lips smacking with every digit she sucked dry.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned in satisfaction. “That whets my appetite. Now let me have some fresh, husband.”

“I’d love to, but moving feels a little optimistic right now,” Kon groaned. “How about you go down there and get it?”

Kory smiled as she shook her head, curly ringlets of red swaying all around her lovely face. “Uh-uh, Kon. You’ve neglected your husbandly duties enough already. It’s only your fault if you’re not in the proper condition to service me.”

Kon opened his mouth to protest—he was sure he was in better shape than his milquetoast Kryptonian counterpart was and he’d still been hard-pressed to keep up with Kory—but she cut him off.

“And don’t promise to begin exercising. You get up here and start right now.” She lay her head back. “I’ll make it worth your while,” she added before she opened her mouth, her tongue lolling out promisingly.

Kon’s exhaustion receded far into the background as tingles of lust ran through him, far too strongly for his soreness to have any say. 

Wrenching himself up onto all fours, he crawled over Kory’s body to straddle her face, his cock dripping cum like melted candle wax onto her body. In his wake, Kory rubbed at the droplets of semen, massaging them into her naked flesh—cooing with delight already.

As much as it pained him to stop hearing that sensual voice, Kon offered his member to her lips. Kory smiled before accepting it, tongue flicking at the cleft under his knob, rolling temptingly over his glans. Kon groaned slipping himself inside her pillowy lips, into her warm mouth, and down her snug throat. 

Kon was astonished to feel the pressure of her throat move to the very base of his cock without trouble, without gagging at all. Even without pupils, he could see the mischief in Kory’s eyes as she sucked, her entire throat roiling around his shaft, pulling at the tired muscle of his prick and milking at whatever remained in his scrotum. Her cool fingers—it was amazing to think they belonged to the same woman as the feverish heat he felt in her gullet—circled his hips, guiding them back and forth as she rocked her head in the same directions, coordinating their movements to help Kory plunge herself up and down on his cock. 

Kon felt some of his self-esteem return after how easily she’d taken his prick. She did have to do something to make its excessive size easier on herself.

Kory moaned, her eyes glazing over as his taste fully hit her lips. It made her look a bit drunk, like she was getting as high off his body as he had off hers. Kon had never seen anything as beautiful or as wicked as Kory’s luscious face with his cock in her mouth. He stroked her silky hair, her blazing forehead, even traced her plump lips with a finger where they circled his manhood. It only seemed to make Kory more eager for his prick. 

His manhood slid in and out of her mouth, slick with his cum and her juices, the fat veins scoured by her lips’ skintight seal. Kon found himself shaking again as his knob went from her smacking lips to the exquisite tightness of her gullet, hot and wet in equal measure. His lust had snuck up on him, but now he was as horny as he’d been when he was riding into her perfect cunt. The sucking, slurping smacks of her lips coupled with her lustful moans and cooing satisfaction to overload Kon’s brain. Kory’s sheer Koryness made him hotter than any amount of dirty talk ever could.

“Oh shit, baby, I love it! You’re the perfect wife… fucking perfect!”

Kory raised her eyebrows impishly, giving Kon the familiar feeling of being an idiot—he was sure she was thinking something along the lines of it having taken him long enough to figure it out. And despite Kon having inherited his predecessor’s sins, he still felt pretty foolish. It seemed like he’d waited an eternity to take advantage of this opportunity that had now made both of them happy and satisfied—as sexually satiated as two people could be. Hell, as three people could be.

“Yeah, you love this cock,” Kon groaned. “Suck it—show me how much you love it! I’m almost there!”

But Kory pushed his hips away as she worked her mouth back, leaving his fully erect manhood out in the open air. With his spit-soaked prick throbbing in her face, she looked up at Kon in a slack-mouthed haze of arousal.

“Come in my face, husband. Mark your wife’s face—make it yours!”

Hearing that was too much for Kon. His arousal surged past the point of endurance, his cock trembling with sheer need, need that was just as swiftly met…

His first spurt of cum shot out of him and splashed against Kory’s forehead. The next hit her cheeks. Kory’s mouth opened wide and unerringly received the third pump of his jism. Kory’s eyes widened as the taste forced its way into her, stronger than ever, then she focused on his cock, on the opening at the tip and the ropes of white cum being spewed into her face.

“Come! Come for me!” she panted. “Come all over me—X’Hal, yes!”

Her tongue lolled out, taking hits of cum that otherwise would’ve impacted her chin. Her throat gurgled as she sucked down all her tongue and lips could catch. Still more ran in sticky rivulets down her face. Then her eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching up at the groin. Some combination of the rich taste and the decadent act and her own sheer fucking lust had turned Kory on to the point of orgasm.

“Ggghh—Kon…” she hissed in simpering arousal, even after she’d come.

Kon pushed his spent prick into her mouth like he was closing a circuit, allowing her to nurse out the dregs of his cum while she twitched with her own orgasm. She sucked him like she needed his cum, like it completed her, delighted sighs coming from deep in her chest. 

Kon reached down to smear his cum into her face as he’d seen her do with what had dripped on her body. When she was done sucking, done shaking, he pulled his member away and gave her his cum-slick fingers. She sucked them clean like it was her purpose in life.

“I love being your wife,” she whispered as Kon wiped up more of his semen from her face and offered her his fingers once more. “It’s so… mmm… delicious.”

***

The moment Kon’s head hit the pillow, his consciousness fled his body like he didn’t want to stay awake to be cuddled by a freshly showered, squeaky clean Koriand’r. He started dreaming so abruptly it was almost like he’d woken up from a dream.

He was in a building that was new, modern, and featureless. Brick squares and glass oblongs, pure plain function. Kon was disappointed to see halls of the same institutional, lowest bidder tile and plaster and lockers that he recognized with little distinction from both Kansas and Hawaii.

“Ahh no. Hell naw! You’re telling me that after all that, I’m dreaming of high school?”

The PA system squealed. “You’re not dreaming, Conner.”

Kon looked around for the source of the voice, stupidly enough--as if he, of all people, were unfamiliar with how a PA system worked. He’d certainly been called to the principal’s office enough times… “Who’s there?”

“I am the Obashure.”

“The Oba-what? Oh, man, you put a ‘the’ in front of your name? You’re not one of those cosmic entities, are you? Like, the God of Bellybutton Lint or something? The abstract personification of Parking Tickets?”

There was a brief pause. “I maintain the flow and the separation of parallel universes within the multiversal system, allowing passage and stoppage as will benefit reality as a living whole.”

Kon slapped his forehead. “Ah, let me guess, you’ve got some funky outfit—like a toga and a crown and sandals? Come on, come out, let me see it. I get enough crap about my sunglasses, I should get to take a selfie with Zeus or whoever—show people he’s still into disco…”

“This is no laughing matter, Conner. The universe is gravely out of balance. It is my solemn duty to right the cataclysmic faults that threaten all of reality.”

Kon jabbed a finger at the nearest loudspeaker. “Okay, no! No way! I see where this is going! I farted around with Hypertime once already, and that was because there was an evil me pulling shit! This has got nothing to do with me! It’s all from that Darkseid crap, isn’t it? Get one of the New Gods to do it, he’s their guy! I handle Knockout, Teen Titans junk, occasionally I’ll switch with one of Bart or Tim’s dudes…”

“It is imperative that it be you, Conner Kent.”

“Look, I don’t know how time works wherever you are, but I’m pretty much a minor. Sure, technically I’m eighteen, but I didn’t really exist before four years ago, so this is child labor.”

He heard a rustling over the loudspeaker, as if someone were now fiddling with the microphone. “Are you not the slightest bit concerned that you’re no longer in your home universe?”

“Dude, have you been paying attention? I guess thanks for respecting my privacy, but I’ve landed a pretty sweet gig in this universe. I think I can make it work. I mean, I doubt they have Star Wars. I can invent Star Wars. Hell, I could probably make a much better Star Wars. Three sentences: Leia. Gold bikini. All. Three. Movies.”

“Those were clauses at best.” The Obashure cleared his throat—Kon got the feeling he was gathering himself like Max Mercury did before explaining something to that idiot Bart. “If the cracks in reality are not repaired, reality will come undone. Your home universe, and this new one you’ve found yourself in, will cease to exist. As will you.”

Kon’s shoulders sagged. “Are you sure you can’t get the Flash on this? He loves messing around with parallel universes. Can’t get enough of it!”

“It must be you. The fault lines correspond to your parallel selves in several sequential dimensions.”

Kon cleared out his ear with his pinky. “Huh? Why’s that?”

“How many dimensions can you name? Not counting time?”

“Uhh, three?”

“How much math can you do in any of them?”

“Like… math math. The kind regular people use. I can do my taxes!”

“You don’t pay taxes.”

“That counts!”

“Look, you thought I was Zeus a minute ago, can you not take my word for it now?”

Kon ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I guess…”

“Thank you. You’ve already partially started your work by repairing the relationship between Kon-El of Krypton and Koriand’r of Tamaran.”

“What the hey?” Kon rubbed the back of his neck. “Them having a lousy marriage was threatening the fabric of reality? Geez, no wonder the universe gets crudded up so much. What, was their kid going to be Marty McFly?”

A sigh loud enough to be heard through a microphone resounded through the hallways. “Imagine the multiverse as a vast weather system. For the process to remain in motion, certain flows must be maintained, even through different universes. Sex magic is like any other kind of magic—vital to the maintenance of the system. Haven’t you noticed how horny everyone seems to be, even when they’re not interested in having kids?”

Kon scuffed his shoes. “I guess…”

“When people who are supposed to have sex don’t have sex, it creates a blockade. The flow is stopped up. The systems that magic is meant to vitalize wither and die. When the proper sex act is performed, it removes the blockade and restarts the flow, returning the system to health.”

Kon shook his head. “Yeah, I don’t really know how weather works. Does anyone? No one where I’m from can even tell when it’s going to rain…”

Another loud sigh. “Take my word for it. Kory and your alternate self will find themselves going down the proper path due to the blockade being removed.”

Kon reared back. “Are you telling me you want me to save reality by going to other universes, pretending to be myself, and banging my own girlfriends?”

“You didn’t have a problem doing it with Kory.”

“Yeah, man, have you looked at her? And anyway, I don’t want to make a habit of it. That seems a little creepy. I try to limit myself to sleazy, at most.”

“What can I say, Conner, it’s for the good of the multiverse. If they could comprehend the necessity of the acts, they would all willingly have sex with you.”

“So can I tell them?”

“Knowledge of the multiverse would alter their destinies. You don’t want someone to find out that their dead wife is alive in some other reality and start trying to do a wife-swap with their alternate self. Believe me, it’s no end of trouble.”

“So I’ll just have to pretend to be myself? Even if the other me is a Nazi? Because on my Earth, we have this thing called Twitter…”

Kon could hear the patience leave whathisface’s voice. “Pretend to be your alternate self, allow the host universe to present an opportunity for you to heal it, then remove the blockade. Each healed universe will bring you closer to returning home.”

Kon snapped his fingers. “Oh, like Quantum Leap!”

There was a long pause. “Did I really just have to say ‘it’s like Quantum Leap’ this whole time?”

“I mean, it was a good show. And hey, Kory—the married Kory—she’s going to be okay?”

“You’ve repaired the fracture to her universe. I think she will be most pleased by how her life is meant to be aligned.”