Superboy Shuffle 2

Kory leaned close to Kon, pressing her full breasts against his chest. Even through her clothing, he felt her nipples pressing into his skin. Her hands massaged his chest and shoulders, reaching behind him to stroke his back. 

Kory felt flushed, shaky, halfway not believing the liberties she was taking with her closed-off husband. The more she touched his bare skin, the more aroused she became. Her body itched and throbbed, all of it centered around the trickle of arousal she could feel between her thighs. As she ran her fingers down the concrete-hard abs Kon possessed, she felt a trembling stiffness in his musculature that she knew was telling her his cock was getting hard, only a few inches below where her hands were now.

Kon had almost lost his mind. Starfire—who was basically Kate Upton with a better tan—was draped all over him. Her fingers caressed the delineations between his abs like she was unable to believe how taut and rigid the muscles were, while her breath broke against his neck, giving him goosebumps. He could smell the sweet perfume of her with every breath, feel her tits sway against his bare chest with each breath she took, transmitting her racing heartbeat to him in gently insinuating vibrations.

“Hey,” Kon said, trying to regain some control even when his throat was so dry he could barely swallow. “How about I massage you now?”

“I’d love that,” Kory breathed. She slid away from him—it was all Kon could do not to moan—and laid down on her back atop the animal skin rug.

His robe still fallen around his waist like some barbarian loincloth, Kon leaned over his supposed wife. He kneaded and caressed the silky skin of her feet and legs, finding it predictably flawless to the touch. Kory closed her eyes with a sigh, melting under his touch while vibrating with need. 

As if sensing that it were no longer needed, her robe parted over her voluptuous perfection, revealing all of her cleavage but the nipples themselves while her full breasts rose and fell. Yet somehow, Kon’s attention remained on her legs. As he stroked them, her toes flexed in enjoyment. Her toenails were painted the same magenta as the skimpy armor that Kon was so familiar with.

“That feels good, my husband,” Kory said, her voice a little halting—almost a gasp. “Do you mind if I call you that?”

“Nope,” Kon said unthinkingly. He could sense Kory was all his. That she wouldn’t, couldn’t resist any advance he made. 

He stroked her firm thighs, feeling the little flitters of delight that went through the toned muscle there, the anticipatory quivers that seemed to draw his hands up under her robe. Kory spread her legs little by little, opening herself up to him. The motion also forced her robe up her parting thighs, so that he could see more of her—as if what he could now see wasn’t more than enough!

Then his fingers touched the liquid arousal anointing her inner thighs. Kon’s heart just about stopped. She was burning up, flaming hotter and hotter the closer he got to her sex. Kon got the feeling that trying to touch her there would be like looking into the sun. He stretched his fingers toward her core, feeling her heat on his fingertips, basking in it as he asked himself one last time whether he was really doing this.

“Kon, please…” Kory moaned, the sound of her voice itself stroking him, edging him towards orgasm. “You can’t stop now… don’t you dare!”

That decided it… Kon just couldn’t refuse a girl in need. He took hold of her robe and ripped it the rest of the way open, giving himself all he could get of her amazingly naked body. The plump breasts, impossible to ignore—the long, taut tummy that was insanely flat after the robustness of her breasts—then the perfect swell of hips that seemed to totally encapsulate womanhood with how they curved their way from her narrow waist to her thick, powerful thighs. 

As aroused as seeing all that made him, Kory seemed to take being exposed—being seen—equally well. “Oh, husband!” She stretched herself out to show off for him in an autoerotic display, arching her back, pushing her naked groin into the air for his inspection. Her snatch throbbed in front of Kon with its luxurious fan of crimson hair, the better to show off the wetness of the juices boiling out of her cunt.

Kory knew her business. Kon went wild; the intended effect of Kory’s display. His own robe came off, pushed away by his tactile telekinesis as Kon crawled between Kory’s long, slender legs and docked his face between his thighs. Kon pushed his nose against Kory’s ruby-red pussy, filling his senses with the smell of her arousal, and licked at her juicy slit. His tongue ran all along the lips of her pussy before slipping inside, inundating Kon’s mind with the taste of her as well as her scent.

“Nnnnngh!” Kory cried, her own skyrocketing arousal making a hearty meal out of Kon’s attentions. “Do you like what you’re tasting, Kon? You should—X’Hal, you should! You’re the one who’s made me so damn hot!”

Kory felt less like she was having sex and more like she was masturbating with the best sex toy ever invented. She ground her pussy into Kon’s face, fucking herself on the tongue he offered her. But playing with herself didn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing how Kon enjoyed the taste of her, moaning with every second his tongue spent inside Kory’s sex.

Kon was delirious. He’d never tasted anything so delicious in his life, never felt a heat like what he found in Kory’s pussy. Her juices poured into his mouth and ran down his throat, sweet as honey. Kon found himself ravenous as a beast, slurping and sucking and licking all he could find of Kory’s womanhood, even biting her little buzzing clit. He wanted to gorge himself on the very essence of her and Kory was just as eager to share herself with him.

“Drive your tongue deep!” she moaned. “Oh, suck me, eat me! X’Hal, Kon, you’re driving me crazy!” She wrapped her legs around Kon’s head, hips twitching as she kept fucking herself on the abundant pleasure his mouth had to offer.

Kon could hardly breathe, but then, he hardly cared. He would gladly drown in Kory’s wetness, be crushed inside her smooth, supple thighs. His tongue twisted inside her, trying to find all the pleasure it could, being rewarded with the convulsions of her inner folds. His cock throbbed madly, precum falling from the tip with each crazed pulse that went through it.

As Kon probed his tongue inside her, the furnace warmth and sweltering wetness of her arousal, his hands slid up her long, lean belly. They didn’t stop until they found her well-sized breasts, and then, as much as Kory’s pussy called to him, Kon was licking it on autopilot, his attention wholly on squeezing and caressing her breasts. Her nipples popped out, stiffly stabbing into his palms, and Kon embraced them with his fingers—pinching and rolling and pulling on them, feeling Kory’s reaction all the way down in her seething cunt.

Kory writhed, gasping and whimpering out the sounds of the pleasure she was feeling. Even with all the lovers that her great beauty had entitled her to, she’d never been eaten out like this. Not with such hunger. It felt like her neglectful husband’s appetite for her had been building and building until he just had to glut himself on her. Like he was going to devour every bit of her flesh.

“Oh, Kon! Oh, husband, yesss!”

And she had no complaints with that.

Kon growled like a starving dog, rubbing his mouth into Kory’s throbbing slit, twisting and prodding his tongue into her clenched sex. Her juices rushed into his mouth as if squeezed out of a ripe fruit. He gulped down swallow after swallow, never having enough of her taste.

“Husband, husband, husband!” Kory gibbered, her mind abandoning everything but the pleasure it felt.

Her legs tightened so hard around his head that if he weren’t Kryptonian, his skull would’ve broken like an eggshell. Kon’s effect on her was just as extreme. Every flick of his tongue touched her cunt like a high-voltage wire. Electricity shot through her, overflowing her with tension until Kory felt herself burst.

“Hhhhh! I’m coming!” Sparks might as well have been shooting out of her.

Even Kon had to choke as Kory’s juices poured into his mouth in quantities as generous as the rest of her. He grabbed her by the hips to try and still the wild jerking of her body, though it was hopeless. Orgasmic spasms ripped through Kory, striking Kon through her contorting flesh. He felt her clit brush against his lips, as hard as steel, twitching and vibrating like a rung tuning fork.

“Kon…” Kory’s all-green eyes blazed before she shut them, as if to snuff out the emerald fire where her pupils should’ve been. Her body shuddered. Her toes clutched at the air as waves of climactic pleasure pushed through her, again and again.

The swollen tension in Kon’s prick demanded its own relief. He dropped his right hand to his manhood and pumped his foreskin up and down. It was a ridiculous thing to be doing when the splendor of Kory’s body was right there for the taking, but jerking off with the taste of Kory fresh in his mouth was so much better than the average solo session that he felt like he’d gotten high on her cream.

Kory’s body relaxed, her legs falling away from his head, and she lay exhausted on the rug. But even with her physique slack and powerless, her will blazed away like a fire inside a closed furnace. “Oh no, you can’t jerk off!” she moaned. “Don’t you dare waste any of that cum! Give it to me! I want it all!”

Kon had so little ability to resist that entreaty that his conscience might as well not exist. He mounted Kory, lowering himself down to her, stroking his cock one last time before using that hand to guide himself into her. 

He groaned immediately. The sudden snug heat he felt on his member was nothing like what he’d tasted, literally, as he went down on her. It challenged him immediately, demanded his cum, and it was all Kon could do to deny it—even as he gave in at the same time, probing himself more and more into that sizzling wet succor between Kory’s creamy thighs. 

He brought his chest down on her oversized breasts, feeling their succulence both give softly and firmly resist as he crushed their bodies together. Her skin was like warm velvet. He covered her mouth with his and tongued it like he had her pussy; she seemed so awash with pleasure that it could’ve been as much an erogenous zone as her sex was. 

His cock finally bottomed out inside her, buried to the hilt in her cunt. Kory’s eyes rolled back, savoring his impalement of her so ecstatically that Kon nearly came at the sight of her sensual expression. He rocked himself against her open thighs, trying to gain even half an inch more of her tightness, but mostly just pressing her down to the fireside rug, mating their bodies together like he was trying to absorb her or be absorbed.

Kory wrapped her legs around Kon’s narrow waist, her arms around his muscular back, even bit down on his neck to make sure he wouldn’t leave her and end this pleasure. She couldn’t believe how big Kon felt, his barrel chest pressing down on her, his burgeoning muscles in her arms. And his cock was so long, so thick, stretching her, changing the very shape of her, making her his wife.

Sweat rolled off of his body, wetting her as well. She was changing him too, her cunt a forge, testing him, building up his endurance until he was a lover equal to the bounty her body had to offer. Kory felt like she was taking his virginity and as much as she would relish having a lover who fulfilled all the potential that Kon’s muscular body had to offer, she would still miss this dying incarnation of him, shaking like a leaf on top of her, his cock trembling in a constant struggle against her cunt’s demands.

As she stroked his shoulders with her hands, petted the backs of his thighs with her bare feet, Kon’s desire for more eclipsed his worry of ejaculation. He humped against her, pistoning himself into her cunt. Kory groaned and rolled her hips up to him. The fire in her pussy was being stoked with his every thrust.

“Mmmm, Kon, I love this! Give it to me, husband!”

Kon did, though he didn’t know if he enjoyed it—he was lost in a daze, stranded between the pleasure of fucking her and the sheer disbelief that the cunt he was driving himself into, the horny young woman demanding his cum, was really Starfire. He couldn’t believe he was fucking her, or how ecstatic she was as the sex went on and on. Kory had always been sexual, even flirty, but he’d never dreamed he would actually have her—or that the experience would easily outclass any fantasy he had ever had. 

“Yes, X’Hal, fuck me!” Kory growled like she would attack Kon if he didn’t do as she asked. “Ram that cock into my pussy!” She threw herself upward, rocking her hips in challenging defiance of Kon’s thrusts, as if goading him to pump her harder, go into her deeper, give her more and more heedless of whether he thought she could take it or not. “Use my pussy, husband, make it yours!”

Kon’s heart gave off thunderclaps. He was panting like he’d just raced Impulse. His blood was charging through his veins, especially through his cock, which felt like a white-knuckled fist. All the tension in his body—all the tension Kory could provoke, which had been gathering for what felt like years, ever since that first glimpse of her robed body that had been like a kid cracking open his first porno magazine—concentrated in his erection, focused in his roiling balls.

By some miracle, Kon still hadn’t come, but he could feel his energy shooting through his length, sucked up by the hunger of Kory’s receptive body. He swung his hips down into her with all his strength, smashing their bodies together, almost punishing her with how hard he was fucking her. But no amount of brutality could deter Kory from the pleasure she was getting. She squealed happily as all her desires were answered.

“Nnhh, yes, husband, that’s it! That’s how you fuck me! How you make me come!”

She arched her body up to his like an inverted act of worship, bowing to the delight he gave her by clenching her body like a bowstring. Her breasts rubbed madly against his chest and she ground her pelvis to his, fucking him as hard as he was fucking her, dueling with him in how much each could enjoy the other’s body. 

Her cream boiled out around his pistoning cock, running like trickling fingers down the valley of her buttocks. Kory enjoyed that nearly as much as his touch and, wanting to share the stimulation to keep them even in this match of theirs, she raked her fingernails down his back hard enough to lay him open to the bone. But Kon’s flesh was pleasingly resilient. All she left him with were fiery claw marks down to his pistoning ass, which even she wouldn’t deface.

Kon had never fucked like this in his life. Every time he ground himself into the depths of Kory’s pussy, his fingers twitched into fists and his eyelids fluttered and he let out a bestial grunt of satisfaction with having a willing mate wrapped around his manhood. He couldn’t understand how soft, lovely Kory could be taking these violent thrusts into her cunt, but then, he didn’t know how he was taking her suffocating tightness either.

Then he saw how Kory’s eyes were rolled back in her head, her mouth numbly open despite her body’s able response to all his pumping, and he wondered if she wasn’t stricken in some kind of Tamaranian mating response. “Hey, Kor, you okay?”

“X’Hal, I’m in heaven!” Kory gasped. “Fuck me forever, Kon! Oh, you sweet, wonderful man! I love how it feels! All I want is more! Harder, husband! Show my cunt what it was meant for! Show me there’s at least one Kryptonian who knows how a woman is supposed to be fucked!”

Kon didn’t know if he could fuck her any harder without fucking himself to death, but he wanted that. He wanted to fuck Kory to death. He wanted to die fucking her. He wanted them to die from a shared orgasm, their bodies fused together forever, their pleasure echoing into eternity. That was the only end he could see to how intense their sex had become. 

The sensations shooting through his cock as he hilted it inside her were a shock to Kon’s system with every thrust. Even as he held firm, refusing to climax, sheer satiation chipped away at his resolve, pulling him closer and closer to orgasm. The sweat poured off him, making Kory’s hands slip over his back, their naked bodies sliding together like they’d both been lathered up. 

He pounded himself into Kory, fucking her with everything he had. His balls felt like ringing church bells, such enjoyment rippling through his manhood that he couldn’t hold back for another second.

“I’m gonna come!” Kon gasped. “Oh shit, Kory, this had better be enough!”

Kory couldn’t answer. Her entire consciousness was absorbed in the feeling of Kon’s prick swelling massively inside her, Kon truly becoming a Man of Steel for one brief shining moment. She felt his cock flex powerfully, his body quake in her embrace like he paradoxically wanted to break free, and then he grunted as a wild boar might and came inside her like a shotgun blast.