MtB

Over two and a half thousand miles of cottony white clouds, as seen from several miles above the sparkling blue Pacific, M’gann endeavored to take her mind off her disguise. By now, she’d become so used to the Green Martian form inspired by her mentor J’onn that it was a second nature. The human form she’d adopted to be able to blend in with her teammates on the Teen Titans—white, attractive, and red-haired, like the love interest in some comic book—was taking some getting used to. 

She wanted to be vivid and vivacious, just like those comic book girls, but she was so worried about whether she was properly maintaining the shift that it was hard to feel very sexy. She actually felt a little embarrassed—too pale and too made-up. It was so weird to have first her natural form and then over that all the lipstick and mascara and everything…

To take her mind off it, she thought of what she was doing flying to Hawaii. She knew she wasn’t supposed to read minds outside of emergencies; according to J’onn that was a big part of the trust he’d built. But Kon-El had been dreaming so loudly that she couldn’t resist overhearing. And the way he thought of her…

Realizing her slip, M’gann quickly worked to get her shift under control. Blushing was one thing, but she shouldn’t actually turn red…

***

Kon had said that the most charmingly Polynesian part of Oahu was the International Airport at Honolulu. That the atmosphere was deliberately, even blatantly contrived didn’t take away from that. The rest of the island was even more commercial, even more of a tourist trap, and M’gann wouldn’t have cared if it was an amusement park.

From the time the plane came in sight of the crater of Haleakala on Maui, and then swung north toward Diamond Head, she was happy to see Kon’s home. The canned strains of ‘Beyond the Reef’ could’ve been Kon’s favorite song. The plume ria could’ve been his favorite scent, or the pikake. 

She was full of "ohs" and "ahs" and behaved in the rubberneck fashion of the typical tourist, having to be steered firmly away from souvenir stands offering koa ashtrays, ersatz grass skirts, ukeleles and numerous other items... most of which had been made in Japan. She reminded herself of that, and that she couldn’t very well go to see Kon with a pile of shopping bags on her person. She would just have to come back later.

She took a cab to the beach, and before she got out, she shifted her form from a conservative dress to a bathing suit. The beach was a small semicircle of sand between two hotels, crowded with people. They swam in the warm water and played in the gently stirring surf, then stretched out on the sand to take in the sun. M’gann watched some people wiping suntan lotion over gleaming bodies, suddenly struck by the thought of Kon doing that for her, even if she could approximate a tan with a simple thought.

There was a line of palm trees planted between the hotels and the beach, and M’gann leaned against one to stare dreamily out at the flat, shimmering expanse of the Pacific. She recalled how often Kon had talked about it; there wasn’t much crime on the islands, so if he didn’t get some surfing done after school, he’d go out of his skull. It was about the only thing he could indulge in without getting lectured from one direction or another.

He was good at it, too, his board cutting across a breaker out in the distance, right on top of it, balancing like a tightrope act before he got bored and veered into the surf, letting it carry him down to the beach. He dismounted, tucking the surfboard under his arm and came up the beach toward M’gann. He stopped in front of her, dripping, an appreciative grin on his face.

“M’gann? Is that you?”

M’gann nodded, her long red hair rippling across her back in the sunlight. “I’m glad you could tell. I wanted to look like me—I mean the other me—just, y’know, human!”

“You look great,” he said, staking his board in the sand. “Surfing is good, but not so great when the waves aren’t up. Like that out there.” He waved his hand to indicate the listless two feet of surf. “Flat as a pancake. I’d much rather spend time with you.”

“I’m not flat at all,” M’gann agreed. Kon stumbled and knocked his surfboard out of alignment. He tried to recover by plucking it out of the ground, like that was what he’d been doing all along.

“Let’s go for a walk,” he said. “Before my legions of adoring fans mob me.”

They set out for Diamond Head, a long walk, with Kon’s swim trunks proving surprisingly tight in motion. She relished seeing the effect that had on him. If she walked slightly abreast of him, he would look at her and her bathing suit out of the corner of his eye, and she could see his member, hard as stone and throbbing with readiness, as it swung against the front of his suit.

“So what are you doing here?” Kon asked. “Not that it isn’t nice to see you, but I thought the Titans were just a weekend thing.”

“I know, but I’m supposed to practice my shapeshifting and I figured, best to do it away from HQ. If I mess up, I won’t compromise my home. And everyone here knows you’re Superboy, or at least that Superboy lives here, or… well, I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Nah, it’s great,” Kon said. He shook his head, and M’gann couldn’t help but sneak a peek at his mind. MUST NOT LOOK was written in very large letters there.

“Would you like me to change into something more modest?” she asked. “I don’t mind.”

“Nah, I—you don’t have your luggage with you—wait, where are you staying?”

“Silly.” M’gann punched him in the shoulder, as she’d seen others do. “I don’t have luggage. All the clothes I have I just form over my body.”

“So you’re naked?”

“Yes. Technically. And I was hoping I could sleep with you.”

Kon dropped the surfboard. “Uhh—“

“I don’t have a hotel room, so I… I figured you would offer to let me stay at your place? With the Leeches, and Dubbilex, and…”

Kon ran a hand through his damp hair, quickly sweeping it down his skull. “Yeah, yeah, of course. No prob there. The more the merrier.” He blinked a few times. “I mean, Roxy and Tana loved it when Knockout was staying with us. Not that… I mean… well, you’re not anything like Knockout. Just because you’re an alien, and a redhead—“

“And pretty?” M’gann said. She had promised herself to practice teasing. She liked teasing Kon. 

“I didn’t say that!” Kon protested.

“But Knockout is?”

“No, you’re pretty, Knockout is… well, she’s…” Kon stooped to pick up his board. “Yeah, she’s pretty too, but it’s not the same thing! Like, Tim’s a pretty boy, but me, I’m handsome, y’know, a stud…”

“You think Tim is pretty?”

“Hey, hey, I heard some of the girls say it!”

“Do you like talking about Tim with girls?”

“Rao S. Christ, can a guy not to be friends with another guy anymore? I was just trying to say that you and Knockout are pretty in different ways!”

“She’s handsome?”

“Nah, Barda’s handsome, she’s more…” Kon stopped his hands before they could describe something elegantly sweeping in front of his chest. “Well, you don’t want to take her on a date, I mean…”

“I would want to take her on a date. She’s very pretty.”

“Yeah, but you’re… you would? Well, if you did, you would wanna do some things more than others.”

“I would like to do all sorts of things with you,” M’gann said guilelessly. “Would you like to do them if I looked more like Knockout?”

“No, c’mon, she was crazy. She tried to kill me! Just because she was—tall—I’m not that much of a horndog that I’d go gaga over her after everything that happened!”

“Someone else then. I am supposed to be practicing my shapeshifting…”

***

Kon heard the quick balloon-rubbing sound of M’gann shifting. He looked over at her and… whoa momma!

The petite ginger schoolgirl in the silvery one-piece was gone. Bye-bye. In her place was Power Girl, but not in her boob-bewindowed unitard, oh no. That would be too modest. Instead she wore a white bikini. Two pieces. At most.

And telling himself they were really just Miss Martian’s protoplasm… well, that signal went to his brain, but no other part of his body. His eyes looked at where the string of her bottoms’ waistband was tied into a dainty little knot between the fabric in front and that in back. His hands itched to pull aside the comparatively modest cups that could still not compete with those infamous mammaries, Power Girl’s prodigious cleavage trying to bulge out, muscle them aside with every step. 

Oh, sun-god, M’gann had given Peej a lower back tattoo, nothing more than the outline of the S-shield he himself wore, black lines making the tanned flesh within seem even more appealing… like a reflection of the famous window that should’ve been on Power Girl’s upper body. And the white of her bikini just added to the resonance… like it really was Karen, pixie cut and big blue eyes, all six feet of her.

“Uh-huh-huh-huh,” Kon chuckled weakly, feeling dwarfed by the now-blonde, her musclebound frame not quite towering over him, but seeming to in its power, its curviness, its whole-lotta-Power-Girl. Those boobs were lethal weapons, he swore, he hadn’t respected them when they were tight-sweatered by her costume, but in a low-cut bikini top, they should’ve been outlawed.

“Power Girl is a friend of yours, correct?” M’gann said, still in the sweet, innocent voice of her native green form. “She wouldn’t mind us using her body?”

Using her body… Kon reminded himself not to drool. He had a feeling he might want to be very careful about that for the foreseeable future. “No, not at all.”

“She is one of Metropolis’s Supermen, isn’t she? So it’s like we’re keeping it all in the family.”

“Family,” Kon agreed. Christ, M’gann even had Karen’s walk down, knowing exactly how to step to make her tits jiggle like nothing else. And that bikini was only just loose enough to let them.

“And you’ve worked closely with her. You can let me know how close my reproduction is.”

“Reproduction…”

“You do think this is something Power Girl would wear, yes? Not a suit that’s more modest?”

Kon shook his head so hard, he thought he’d give himself whiplash. 

***

The cove was isolated, and as pretty as anything M’gann had seen on the island, besides perhaps Kon in swim trunks. Now ambling about awkwardly to hide his erection—so strange that a Martian girl and a Kryptonian boy would have to deal with human sexual mores, really, he was complimenting her—Kon led her to a natural bower formed by red ginger and hibiscus. There, they dropped down onto the warm, white sand. Kon quick to hide himself by Indian-sitting.

It was so ironic. Because M’gann was bright and cheerful and liked the color pink, people assumed she was virginal. That she had no interest in sex, or was scared of it. As if sex had anything to do with innocence.

“So, do you think I got Power Girl right?” she asked, heedlessly stretching out her long legs to show them off from her painted toes to her well-defined calves to the opening spread of her thighs.

“Yeah. Yeah, absolutely,” Kon said, throat dry.

“I look just like her.”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, most definitely.” 

“And do I feel like her?” M’gann asked. “Do I feel just like she would feel?”

She slipped the strap of her top off her right shoulder. The tightly stretched fabric now wrinkled and folded, rustling down lightly over the upper slope of her magnificent breast. Tugging gently at the material, she eased inch after inch of golden skin into the open, till finally her brown nipple snapped to freedom, set in a wide areola that fittingly crested the extravagant curvature of her teat.

“Ah Rao,” Kon croaked, swallowing. He’d never seen anything so beautiful. The nipple, the puffy circle of flesh that it sat on, the surrounding globe of flesh, leaden and perky all at once—everything was so perfect, so mouthwatering.

“Do you think I’m sexy like this?” M’gann breathed, watching his face carefully. “Sexy like she is?”

“Mmmm,” answered Kon. Her breast hung heavily over her lowered cup, its nipple pointing at him enticingly. He wanted to reach out and touch her. He wanted to flick the stiff nubbin with his tongue. He wanted to take her nipple in his mouth and suck.

“Would you like to see the other one?” she asked him quietly. “They have to match, you know.”

“Oh yes, they do, they certainly do…”

She grabbed hold of her top again and pulled down. The covered breast slowly came into view. The nipple popped out into the open like a mountaintop becoming visible through cloud cover. She unhooked her arm from the shoulder strap and the top flapped uselessly over her ribcage and stomach. It came to rest in a tangled roll around her waist.

“They match,” Kon wheezed breathlessly.

“So you like them?” asked M’gann. “I’m so glad! Lots of guys like Power Girl’s breasts, so if I’m doing her—“ Doing her. “—I want to be sure I’m getting them right. I didn’t know about the nipples… it’s not like Power Girl’s done a spread in Playboy or anything… so I decided to go with the nipples being real long. Most men seem impressed with that. They’re not too long, are they?”

“They’re gorgeous!” Kon moaned. “They’re just… gorgeous.”

M’gann whirled over, no longer sitting beside him but balancing on her hands and knees, her breasts swaying under her, closer than before, practically brushing against his arm. “You can touch them if you like. I don’t mind, really. I’d like to know if they feel how a humanoid’s breasts are supposed to feel. You’ve touched breasts before, haven’t you?”

There was a low whimper somewhere deep in his chest, and the film of sweat along his brow gleamed brightly. The tree trunk of his cock pulsed insistently against his thigh. Slowly, steadily, blood was deserting his brain.

“Oh yeah. Hundreds. Double hundreds. I usually touch both, you know. And I’ve seen Knockout’s nipples too…”

“Go ahead. I don’t mind. Feel them all you want.” She was bending over him, swinging the heavy teats in front of his face like lush, ripe fruit. They swayed and separated, their nipples seeming to tighten as he watched.

“My hands have sand on them,” Kon announced in a dreamy voice.

Placing her hands on his knees, M’gann arched her back, erecting her shoulders into the air and letting her tits face Kon full-on. She shimmied to the right and the left like an experienced stripper, her lush tits quivering and rolling as she moved. Kon brought up his hand, felt the underside of her left breast on his knuckles, denting the soft flesh tenderly. A thrill shot from his fingertips all the way to his crotch.

“They’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “So beautiful! Like I’ve never seen…”

He cupped the underside of her breast in his palm, lifted it, felt its weight in his hand, the sand on his palm gritting between their joined skin. 

“That’s it. Don’t be shy. Feel them all you want. And the nipples, don’t forget the nipples. I love having my nipples played with.”

She stared down at her breasts as he began fondling them, more than a little thrilled herself at having Kon handling her. He touched his fingertips to the long hard stub of one nipple, finding it hot and solid as stone. And as he rubbed his finger over it, her nipple seemed to grow, to clench magnificently in the middle of its circle of pebbled skin.

“Your nipples are amazing,” Kon raved softly, tweaking the hot pebble between his thumb and forefinger. “The way they stick up, you could hang clothes off them…”

M’gann smiled and thrust out her tits proudly, forcing the swollen tips into Kon’s teasing hands. His fingers felt wonderful on her golden skin.

He moved over to the other breast, hefted it in his palm, kneaded the flesh hungrily. They were both so plush and full and heavy. It seemed impossible that they could be just so round and just so perfect. He pressed and squeezed the nipple, screwing it around and around in his fingers.

“Would you like to suck them?” M’gann asked sweetly, looking into his eyes. Her voice was innocent and matter-of-fact, as if she were helping him study by quizzing him on a math question.

Kon groaned, his heart racing. Could this really be happening? Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe his cutie-pie best friend hadn’t made herself look like the most luscious superheroine on the planet and wasn’t naked to the waist, all alone with him, asking if he wanted to suck her nipples.

“I’ll let you, if you want to. I like having my nipples sucked. But I should warn you, I can get real excited from it. There’s no telling what I might do—if you suck my nipples.”

“Ohhhhh…” Again Kon groaned, his prick thrusting further and further down his thigh. Sooner or later, it would push out the leg of his trunks. Before that happened, he vowed, he would take his cock out. He just would. There was no way M’gann could blame him for whipping it out after she’d gotten it that hard.

“Here,” she said, circling her right breast with her slender fingers, pushing it tenderly towards his sweating face. “Have a suck. I know you want to. I know how men like sucking tits.”

He leaned forward a fraction and suddenly the stiffness of her nipple was between his lips, butting against his teeth, finding his tongue. It throbbed softly in the heavy atmosphere of his mouth. Her breasts pressed into his jaw, blocking off the air to one nostril and enveloping his chin. They were soft and firm, lush and warm to the touch.

“There, isn’t that nice?” M’gann asked pleasantly, watching him start to suck. “Doesn’t it feel nice to suck my tit?” His eyes closed with lust and she knew she had him completely in her power. It gave her a little thrill.

“Mmmmph,” Kon mumbled, circling his tongue around and around the granite of her nipple, poking his tongue into its sensitive tip.

“Yes, that feels so nice. I love it. I love your mouth on me…” she said, letting her head roll back on her shoulders. Her blonde hair brushed against her bronzed shoulders.

Kon’s mouth was wetly sucking on her teat. He was pulling on her nipple like a hungry breast, sucking the long nubbin far out onto his tongue. Her entire areola was gleaming with a layer of saliva. And then he was slurping his way off of it. Her nipple shone brightly, thrust up high like someone had found a diamond.

“The other one!” Kon moaned. “Give me your other nipple! They’re so good, I can’t believe it…”

Smiling softly, M’gann moved her other teat into his mouth, letting him suck that nipple between his lips. It never failed. Even in her usual form, men were fascinated by her boobs. And when she let them suck on her, they went crazy. Yes, Kon’s other gal pals might have an easier time of it, not being green, but none of them would have nipples like these! No way!

“Are you getting turned on?” M’gann teased, flashing her amber eyes and crinkling up her nose. “Has sucking on big bad Power Girl’s titties gotten you all hot and bothered?”

She let Kon suck contentedly there, cradling his head in her hands. And while she did so, she absently glanced into his lap. She was curious to know what effect all this was having on his cock.

He was bigger than she would’ve expected. Much bigger.

“Mmmmfff,” he mumbled around her nipple, sucking it into complete hardness. He rolled his eyes up briefly to stare into her gorgeous face. It was Power Girl’s. But the eyes were hers now, bright amber, and they bored into his pale blue ones.

He slid his mouth from her nipple again. He was so sweet and innocent. She couldn’t help herself. She kissed him full on the lips. For a moment, the boy was shocked. Then he managed to return the kiss with growing skill and passion.

Their lips parted the tiniest degree and Kon immediately sent his tongue darting into her mouth. Hers met his and they twined together, rolling against one another. He gently nibbled her lower lips, tongue stroking and caressing the trapped flesh, and M’gann sighed. Her body was slowly growing weak, rubbery. She could feel it.

Clutching at Kon, she dragged him on top of her upon the sand. Once there, Kon released his grinding teeth and began licking and lapping back along the line of her jaw, headed to the hollow under a perfectly shaped ear. There, his tongue shot into the tiny channel. Swirling his tongue around her ear, Kon drove M’gann wild with desire.

When he breathed, the lightest wisp of his exhale sensitized the already aroused flesh his tongue had visited even more. And his teeth nibbling away at her earlobe convinced M’gann that she wouldn’t be able to control her passions. Kon had aroused her to the point of no return. It was time to bring him there with her.

Kon was enjoying himself. The way his delving tongue’s tip fit into M’gann’s ear fascinated him. He hadn’t known it was an erogenous zone and indeed, it seemed like anything he did caused M’gann’s body to writhe and buck. His hands began working as feverishly as his tongue, gripping one tit firmly and rhythmically squeezing.

Pressure and release, pressure and release. Over and over he repeated the pattern, coordinating it with the thrust of his tongue into M’gann’s ear. She was completely dazed, lost in lust. Nothing would focus in front of her eyes. All that mattered to her was satiating the desire possessing her body.

She knew of only one way. And Kon seemed anxious to help her exorcise that gnawing lust inside her.

M’gann slowly became aware of Kon’s hands. The way he’d been frantically working at her bikini, it came as a surprise to realize she was now totally naked. Her breasts heaved and quaked with every breath. His hands stroked the soft flesh of her cleavage, twirling the pebbles of her erect nipples on the tips of his thumbs and forefingers. He was still too engrossed in the newfound sensitivity of her ear to put his mouth back on her needy tits and suck, suck, suck.

“Kon! Kon! My tits! They’re on fire!” M’gann managed to say. “They feel like balloons about to pop! Fuck them! Fuck my tits!”

Kon looked up in surprise. Fuck M’gann’s tits? Could she be serious? Sure, he’d thought about it, everyone who’d seen Power Girl’s costume had thought about it, but would M’gann really let him indulge himself in a fantasy of another woman?

He glanced down at the glistening wetness over her breasts. His salvia had greased them for just about anything. If she wouldn’t, she sure didn’t have much time to say so!

He straddled M’gann’s waist, fumbled for a moment, and released his erect ten inches. His cock trembled like a young colt about to run its first race. It was a fierce red shaft topped with a bloated purple crown.

The way it jerked and thundered with lust, M’gann knew that Kon was ready for anything. And she needed his cock between her tits, stroking them, stimulating them with every inch of his burgeoning manhood.

“Take my tits in your hands! Shove them together! Oh, yes… yessss!”

Kon leapt to his task, his hands firmly gripping the slippery flesh of M’gann’s breasts. The tiny canyon formed between her massive breasts beckoned to him. It was a small channel; hard to imagine even a virgin being so tight. But M’gann couldn’t be too sensitive there, could she? If he just fucked it… fucked it hard…

He squirmed forward, his ass rubbing M’gann’s stomach. She hunched up and Kon slid forward toward the pliant hills of flesh he held in each hand. When the tip of his cock rested against the bottom of M’gann’s tits, Kon learned forward.

Bent over M’gann, his mouth soon found hers. Their mouths melted together in one more passionate kiss. Kon felt M’gann’s hand stroking his cock, positioning it between her breasts, inside their gap. All around his cockhead was the wetness of his own saliva and the warmth of her body. He wiggled his hips and eased into the tightly held passage between her teats. With a convulsive heave of his pelvis, Kon found himself rocketing through the tightness and out the other side.

The entire length of his prick was surrounded by M’gann’s breasts. Only the very tip meekly poked out into open air. Kon gasped. The pressure on his cock was tremendous, overpowering. But the way his balls were unmercifully compressed between his body and the soft slopes of M’gann’s tits was almost painful. The conflicting sensations battled inside him. He didn’t dare stop, no matter how much it hurt. He had to keep thrusting.

Then a sharp, torturous twinge made him reconsider. He just had to reposition himself slightly, retreat a little—but he did it slowly. He felt the wet skin of M’gann’s cleavage clutching and clinging to his shaft. The resistance pulled the skin forward on his cock, tightening his scrotum even more. Released from the maddening pain, he could feel a throbbing fist of ejaculation about to burst. He was going to come, soon, too soon.

He had to get more out of this titfucking, he just had to.

Hoisting himself up to keep his balls clear, he began driving forward, just as if he were fucking M’gann’s cunt. No matter that his hands on her tits were controlling how tight the passage was. The lovely friction on his cock warmed him, burned him, his balls, his shaft. He fell forward as he made a more powerful thrust.

Again, M’gann’s lips found his. They kissed briefly before Kon straightened, needing to drive once more unerringly into M’gann’s soft tits. His cock loved being surrounded by them. He even thought he could feel the pulsing of her heart buried deep underneath the flesh he was enjoying so much. It was going so fast…

“Go, Kon, go! Fuck me!”

M’gann was suddenly lost in a wilderness of sensations. Knives of pleasure stabbed into her chest. Her breathing took on a ragged pattern while her hips shot up off the floor. It had been easy to make her secondary sexual characteristics as sensitive as her clit. All too easy.

Her entire body was inflamed with orgasm. The fierce muscular contraction seized her, rocked her back and forth. Kon was hard-pressed to keep in the saddle as M’gann rode out her climax underneath him. But he did. He had to. His groin was burning with a blue-hot flame. The fire leapt and licked at his balls, demanding to burn M’gann.

He drove his hips back and forth. He fucked her tits with every ounce of strength he had. Then it was too much for him to bear any longer. He felt his cock swelling with lust. The burning tide of his seed crouched at the base of his cock, then shot out the entire length of his cock with impossible swiftness.

Kon was buried to the hilt in M’gann’s tits. The tip of his cock peered out on the far side of her mountainous breasts. Now a single gob of jizz arched up and splattered on her face. Next, a torrent of cum was splashing onto her face and throat.

Three huge spurts, then a dozen weaker ones dribbling semen all over M’gann’s breasts.

Kon felt weak and drained. When he opened his eyes, he saw M’gann’s eager tongue flashing out to enjoy the cum on her face. She managed to capture most of it with remarkable accuracy. A smile of contentment was on her lips, flashing like the thin sheen of his cum.

Kon leaned back to catch his breath, but as soon as his head hit the sand, he was peacefully asleep.

M’gann laid down herself, scrubbing her hand over her face, then licking her palm. He had totally covered her face in jizz, more than enough for a second and third helping. What was that called in Kryptese?

“Hello, Megan!” she cried, remembering it wasn’t Kryptonian at all. “Bukkake!”