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Kara loved going up to the Fortress of Solitude. With Lana gone, there was no one cute in Smallville, except maybe Krypto. In the Fortress, she could at least be reminded of home. Plus, some of the tubers growing in Superman’s Hall of Endangered Species got her pretty high when she smoked them and Kelex made a real good vibrator.

She almost thought she’d been caught when the King Kong doors opened and Superman swooped in, but nonetheless she scrambled to hide in the Frallexan exhibit she’d commandeered. It was a good thing she did, as Superman flew right past her, completely ignoring her. 

Kara followed after him, staying out of sight, and saw him coming in for a landing on the living quarters he’d installed high up in the rafters. In fast Kryptese, he ordered the Fortress’s AI to assign a security clearance to a guest. Kara didn’t think he meant her.

“Buh?” someone said, and Kara saw now that there was a girl wrapped up in Superman’s cape. Kal, you dog, Kara thought as he set her down on the floor and swept his cape back behind his body. Normally, she’d disapprove of yet more fraternizing with these primitives, but something about Kal’s curt, distant manner with this woman—despite her nudity and obvious attractiveness—struck her as more seemly than his patronizing cutesiness with his LLs. 

“Where are we?” Livewire asked, coming to her senses with a reeling stumble. Kal reached out and steadied her, his hand on her shoulder.

“We’re in the Fortress of Solitude. My home,” he said, guiding her toward the bed. The ‘apartment’ was both safe house and brig, designed to keep its visitors far away from anything sensitive or, if necessary, from any of the exits. 

“And what are we doing here?” Livewire asked with a yawn as she collapsed back on the mattress.

“The last hour seemed to have taken a lot out of you. I thought you might appreciate a space to rest and recuperate. Maybe calm down and think things through. Kelex, introduce yourself.”

One of the discretely anonymous robots floated into sight, making Livewire emit an amusing shriek and hide herself in the sheets. Kara hid a giggle behind her hand. 

“Hello, Ms. Willis,” Kelex said. “Our archives have extensive information on you and your antisocial tendencies.”

“Kelex, be nice,” Kal said remandingly. Just like with Kara, Kelex had the manner of a snooty butler. On Earth, even the robots had too much sass. “Livewire is our guest.”

“Or your prisoner.”

“That’s up to you,” Kal said. “I’ve programmed Kelex to allow you almost unfettered access to the Fortress, unless you misbehave. If you do, Kelex will secure you until I come back to take you in to the authorities.”

“And if I do behave?” Livewire asked. 

“I think there’s a reason you reached out to me, even in the way you did. I think it was you asking for help. I don’t think you want to spend the rest of your life in prison or on the run. If you’d like—and if you can be patient—I can do what I can to help you.”

“How?” Livewire insisted.

“I have some ideas. Right now, I have other business to take care of. Can you stay here and be good until I get back?”

“No problem there. After the fuck you gave me, I could sleep for a week.” She smiled at him, electricity running through her lips. “So maybe come back in a week and fuck me again.”

“I’ll certainly consider it,” Kal grinned back at her. “In fact, that may be what gets you off.”

“Oh, it already did. It really, really did…”

Livewire passed out then, tiredly burying herself in the bed’s soft mattress. Kal attended to her one last time, pulling the covers up over her naked body and dimming the lights, then he took off back the way he came. 

Well. It looked like Kal had a new pet. Kara approved. She was quite attractive and at least he was keeping her in her place, though he could be a bit more firm about that. If he really was going to rehabilitate this criminal into marginal usefulness as a sex toy, he’d need to be a lot more firm about it. Kara decided to help him out there.

It took a few seconds for her eyes to get used to the darkness. But gradually she could make out the sleeping form of Livewire. Kara felt an unbecoming wave of nervousness as she crept closer, putting her hands on the top of the blanket. She didn't want Livewire to wake up until it was too late, until she was in the middle of a hot wet orgasm, and then she wouldn't want to stop Kara at all.

Kara pulled the blanket down her body, bringing it all the way down to her feet. She stared at the girl for a long time, building up her nerve to go through with it. Then she slid her hand across the milk-white skin. As her palms pressed down on Livewire's tits her nipples hardened at the pleasant touch. A smile came to her face and she stirred lightly on the bed. Kara grew bolder, squeezing both of her hands around Livewire's tits, pushing and pulling at them in interested exploration. 

Livewire hummed pleasurably, but the girl showed no sign of waking. Instead she stretched her arms wide and she spread her legs so that both ankles were dangling over the side of the bed. Kara got bolder, harder, and this time she crushed the cleavage in her hand. Livewire groaned in her sleep and she pushed upward, pressing her tits into Kara's greedy palms.

Kara walked down to the bottom of the bed. For just a second she stared at the naked girl, at her large heaving tits, and at her wonderfully curved hips. She couldn't wait any longer. She had to touch her, had to feel her cunt and make it wet. Then she would press her lips to Livewire's pussy and suck. It was probably full of Kal’s delicious cum. 

If only she doesn't wake up, she thought. All I need is a few minutes with her.

She leaned over the bed, pressed her lips against Livewire's flesh. She moved upward, kissing and sucking on her flesh. With both hands on her widespread legs, Kara moved up to the dripping cunt just inches from her face. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and lapped at the wet slit. It tasted deliciously of Kal, musky and flavorful in the midst of Livewire’s sweet, beguiling wetness, and she couldn't go easy any more. She planted her lips onto Livewire's wet pussy and sucked. Her tongue lapped in and out, fucking her cunt, while her lips sucked on the wet flesh. Every inch had been claimed by Kal’s seed.

Livewire stirred. She moaned and then pressed her cunt against Kara's sucking mouth. Her hips slowly moved up and down, then she picked up the pace. And Kara was sure that Livewire was still asleep, probably dreaming that it was Superman eating her out.

Kara slid her hands down Livewire's hips. Then she grabbed her firm round ass cheeks. Her grip got tighter and tighter as she got carried away by the strong male odor that filled her nostrils. She inserted one finger into Livewire's ass, prodding it nice and easy, pushing it in further and further. Then she pulled Livewire's hips towards her, making her cunt spread even wider. Body-warm cum dripped into her mouth, seed that she eagerly swallowed.

Livewire's breathing grew heavy and her lips opened up to allow her long tongue to dart around her lips with rapid flicks. Kara looked up and saw that her eyes were still closed. She was asleep but every part of her body was awake.

Kara sucked and slurped on her pussy, taking her clit into her mouth, munching on the swollen bud while Kal’s seed coated her lips. Then she slid her hands up Livewire's body. And then she grabbed two handfuls of tit. She pushed them together, squeezing the tender flesh with her fingers.

"Ahhhhhhh," Livewire moaned. "Ohhhh, uhhhhhh." She rolled all over the bed and her hips were pounding fast against Kara's face. Her cunt slid across Kara's mouth, making a wet slapping sound as she licked and slurped on the hot dripping slit.

Her hips bucked up and down and her juices flowed more. Kara's mouth was covered with Kal’s taste and she knew that Livewire would come soon, would empty her honey into her lips. But she didn't want her to come, not yet, not until Kara felt the girl's tongue working on her own quivering hole.

Kara moved onto the bed, letting her weight down fully on the mattress. The springs creaked as she buried her face into the wide juicy hole in front of her face. Then she moved up, pressing her body hard against Livewire's. She could feel hard nipples pressing into her breasts as she slid from side to side. Then she opened her mouth, bent her head down, and sucked on the huge quivering tits. She fed them into her mouth with both hands, taking turns sucking on them. Then she fell back down onto Livewire and pressed her cunt right against her juicy slit. She moved up and down as if she was fucking her, and the wet juices mixed as both girls dripped all over one another.

Livewire opened her eyes.

She pushed Kara away when she realized what was happening to her. And the words of shock came tumbling out of her mouth. "Hey, what the fuck, what are you doing to me? Who are you, ya crazy bitch—"

But Kara didn't move. She just pressed her cunt against Livewire's. And her hands grabbed at her huge tits. She squeezed her fingers deep into her flesh, pinching the erect nipples.

She knew she had her now. Livewire gasped and moaned. Her eyes were still wide with fright but she stopped pushing Kara away. With a long shudder she clasped her arms around Kara and pulled her down close so that their huge tits pressed together and their dripping slits humped and pushed in a frenzy of desire.

Livewire's moans grew louder, and her body rubbed up and down against Kara.

"Let me suck your cunt," Kara said. "Let me lick it for you."

Livewire pushed her down, slowly, guiding her head towards her wet sex. And this time she spread her legs wider than before, so both of them were hanging straight out over the bed. As Kara licked her cunt, Livewire slid her hands down to her tits and, digging in with her fingernails, she pulled Kara's mounds up so that they bobbled against her thighs. Kara ate her cunt for a long time, stroking the wet slit with her tongue, fucking it and fingering it with her hands and mouth.

"Ohhhhh, ahhhh, it's good, so good. I feel wet all over, I want to come!" Livewire gasped, finally seeing how lucky she was to have caught a Kryptonian eye.

Then Kara turned around on the bed, moving her hips up until they were right next to Livewire's face. She spread her legs and then pressed her cunt onto the girl's mouth. At first Livewire turned her head away but then Kara jabbed her finger in and out of her cunt, fucking her with long wet strokes. "Eat it," Kara said. "Eat my cunt, stick your tongue in it and fuck it."

Livewire probed with her tongue. As soon as the tip of it touched Kara's clit she sank down, smothering Livewire's face with her dripping sex. Then both girls sucked on one another, eating pussy, sliding their hands across excited flesh.

They rolled all over the bed, shoving cunt into each other's mouth, fucking and humping as hard as they could. And then Kara felt Livewire's hips shake, buck up and down, trapping her head as she came and came all over her tongue. Kara sucked the girl's cum into her mouth, slurping away with her lips, fucking her slit with her tongue. And the hot juicy liquid spilled all over her mouth, dripping down her chin.

Then Kara felt the surge of pleasure shoot through her body. And then it burst out of her in spasm after spasm of juice. It flowed out of her cunt and drenched Livewire's mouth. Both girls moaned as they came, as the hot juice poured out of their drippy slits.

“Jesus Christ,” Livewire muttered. “Jesus Christ fuck holy shit! What was that? Who are you?”

“I’m Kara. Superman’s my husband.”

Livewire blinked rapidly. “Okay, goddamn—“

“I know you’ve been fucking my Kal. It’s alright. I don’t mind. He has a lot of—what’s the human word?—bitches. I help take care of them.”

“I’m…” Livewire blinked even more rapidly. “I’m Superman’s bitch?”

“It sure tasted like you were.”

“The marriage thing,” Livewire realized, clapping her hand to her head. “All those impotent idiots whining about depopulation! That’s it! Superman’s gonna marry me, my criminal record goes bye-bye, and all I have to do is let him knock me up!”

“And eat my pussy,” Kara said.

“Yeah, and that. Shit, that’s a much better deal than I get from a lot of angry wives. Though I guess if they were as slutty as you were, their husbands wouldn’t be—“

“No, eat my pussy,” Kara insisted. “Right now. I’m tired of listening to you say things.”

Livewire narrowed her eyes. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a real bitch?”

“No, no, you’re the bitch, I’m the wife,” Kara said with dwindling patience. She grabbed Livewire by the hair and dragged her face down between her legs. “Rao, Earthlings… so slow.”

***

“So you facefucked Kara and told her you were going to marry her on national television,” Lois surmised. “I’m having a cigarette.”

With Clark back to work at the Daily Planet, he’d called an emergency conference on the roof with both of his prospective wives—though he supposed that was only two-thirds of the harem, now. Lois and Lana stalked about the rooftop, Lana sitting on a railing and tightening her grip on the metal while Lois smoked the hell out of a cigarette. Clark tried to avoid X-raying her lungs, concerned as he was. Instead, he unbuttoned some of his shirt, knowing they weren’t about to care that his costume was underneath.

“She assumed I was going to marry her,” he said, “and the face—the oral sex was done in private.”

“I’d rather it be the other way around,” Lois muttered. “It’s not like you’d be the first meta to have a sex tape…”

“Just so we can be on the same team,” Lana said, “which are we on about, the blowjob or the marriage?”

“I thought we all were on the same team!” Clark protested. 

“We are,” Lois assured him. “Think of it as a sparring match, Smallville.”

“You know, when I hear that, I kinda think you’re talking to me?” Lana asked.

“Look, it’s not like you minded me and Cat fooling around. What was it you said? ‘Go out and sow your wild oats already’?”

“That’s different,” Lois said, noting with irritation creeping into her voice that her cigarette had been blown out by the wind. The problems of carrying out a conversation on the rooftop of a skyscraper. She held it out to Clark and he begrudgingly lit it again. “I actually kinda like Cat. She’s a crazy slut, but she can be a little sweet at times…”

“Kara can be sweet,” Lana said. “I mean, when she wants something.”

“Look, the marriage thing could work in our favor,” Clark said. “She is a nice girl and she does have a point about… all this Kryptonian stuff. She lost her entire world, now she has to lose her groom as well?”

“Yes!” Lois cried. “Two whole women staked a claim before her! Time to hit the dating scene!”

“But it could be good for us,” Clark insisted. “People will wonder about what Superman’s doing during this infertility crisis, what he thinks about ‘Superman’s girlfriend’ getting married.”

“And about Lois getting married as well, I expect,” Lana added smugly.

“Same team,” Lois replied stingingly.

“Sparring match, Pulitzer.”

“If Superman marries Supergirl, then who cares about Clark and Lois and Lana? We can brush off all that stuff as overblown by the media, just like… Superman and Wonder Woman!”

Lois and Lana growled almost in unison. “Had to bring her up,” Lana noted.

“Oh, LL, now you’re just being ridiculous.”

“Well, I don’t know, Clark,” Lois said cuttingly. “You got throated by Kara Zor-El, so who knows what you did with Diana of Themyscira?”

“We’re just friends,” Clark insisted. 

“Not to mention Mercy Graves,” Lana pointed out.

“That was for you!” 

“She’s not the one who basted her like a turkey…” Lois added.

“Basted her like a—you’re being ridiculous!” Clark crossed his arms. “And really, the marriage thing, the oral, they both happened so fast—“

“She does have superspeed,” Lana said sympathetically.

“Whose side are you on?” Lois demanded.

“I thought we were all on the same—“

“Which team is Kara on, that’s what I want to know?”

“Ladies, please!” Clark cried. “Can we all just take a moment and calm down?”

Lois tossed her cigarette stub over the side of the building, knowing how it would irritate Mr. Greenpeace. “I need another cigarette,” she said. “If you two can work out a solution, I’m all ears!”

It took her ten minutes to ride the elevator down to the ground floor, go out to the newspaper vendor—yeah, outside the Daily Planet, go figure—wait in line, buy a pack of cigarettes, and go back up. Couldn’t be a decent cigarette dispenser by the candy bars and soft drinks, no. She lit up in the elevator and gave her finger to the smoke detector. It didn’t catch the smoke. Figured.

When she came back onto the roof, she found Clark backed against the wall, holding Lana as she held him, kissing and feeling. Lois stood, watching for a while. Lana had removed her panties and her dress was about her waist. One pert, freckled breast was exposed and Clark sucked on it as his hand crimpled her tight ass. Lana, writhing, gasping, had her own tight grip on Clark’s cock, was pumping it excitedly.

Lois watched with burning eyes and began to rub at her cunt. Sliding her hand inside the tight crotch of her panties, she moved a finger in and out of her pussy, her eyes burning as she watched Clark and his writhing, gasping victim.

In her mind she was thinking of Kara. She might be rude and presumptuous and a total bitch, but hell, like she had room to talk. At least she gave head. And from the way Lana had been shuffling her shoes and averting her eyes during the discussion, Clark wasn’t the last Kryptonian to get a taste of ginger. And if she were good enough for Lana…

Lois watched as Lana began to straddle Clark, her creamy little ass flashing in the sunlight. Slipping from the shadows, she knelt on the rough cement underfoot and held Clark's cock as Lana moved her fine cunt onto the head of it.

Leaning over and resting her cheek on Clark's thighs, she gazed at the sweet ass, seeing that so very hot and wet cunt fucking Clark's cock. She fondled Clark's balls again as Lana bounced up and down with squeals of pleasure.

And that was with only one Kryptonian.

Lois began to make plans, erotic plans in her mind. She twisted at Clark's cock gently, watching that tight cunt hold him, sliding up and down. The tight pucker of Lana's asshole winked at her.

Lois moved her head along Clark's thighs, and began to run the tip of her tongue about that hot asshole, finding it easy to lick at that ginger cunt as it moved on Clark's cock.

Lois didn't need to hear the squeal of ecstasy coming from Lana to know the redhead was in orgasm. The flexing of her asshole against her tongue told her that. As Lana came she raced her cunt up and down Clark's cock so swiftly, Lois could hardly lick her asshole. Shoving in tight, she tasted cum seeping from the tight lips of Lana's cunt, and her mind reeled as a throbbing orgasm ripped through her own body.

She kept her mouth pressed against Clark's cock and Lana's cunt until the two stopped trembling. Then, after giving Clark's balls a kiss, and licking the cheeks of Lana's ass, she drew back.

Slapping the farmgirl on her glowing ass cheek, she said. "I take it you came to an agreement?”

Lana turned over, her legs spread wide, her succulent cunt glistening. "We’ll have a double wedding. Clark will marry you and I, while one of his robots marries Kara. And on the honeymoon, we get him during the day, but after we fall asleep, he’s all Kara’s.”

“I suppose I can live with it,” Lois said, “if Kara turns out to be as good at eating pussy as you…”

“Now, Lois—“ Clark began.

“Who said I was talking to her?” Lois asked. She checked her watch. “Fifty minutes until the bachelor/bachelorette parties are officially underway. That’s time enough for me to have a turn.”

“And for me to go again!” Lana realized.

“If I leave you any…”

***

“I’m sorry, ladies, but I consider punctuality very important.” In a split-second, Clark was dressed. “And as far as anyone not in the know does know, Clark Kent just got off work and is going to meet his friends for a nice farewell to bachelorhood.”

“Can’t we just clean you off a little?” Lois pleaded.

“Or you could watch while I clean Lois off—look what you did to her?”

Although it gave him considerable difficulty, Clark zipped up over his member. “I’ll have you know that despite my pristine control over my bodily functions, you’re taxing me greatly.”

“You say the sweetest things…”

“You’d better let us tax you again before the night is over.”

“Imagine, having to pretend to be excited about male strippers when we could be having that…”

Clark paused. “Male strippers?”

Lois laughed. “Surely you’re not getting jealous now, Smallville—“

“No. Of course not. I just didn’t realize your tastes ran in that direction. I really have to go—“

And with a whoosh, he was gone.

Lois stood up, gathering her skirt about her waist and doing a playful bump and grind for them. "God! So much for leaving any for Lana!”

Lana smoothed her skirt over her long thighs. “I’ve had my fill.”

“You’ve had everything filled,” Lois sighed happily. “That’s the problem with getting all jealous over Clark. He’s too much man for any one woman.”

“Tell me about it,” Lana cooed. “I almost feel sorry for Kara. Imagine not being able to punch out on all that—you just keep taking it, over and over again…”

“Reminds me of that time I got superpowers.”

“You didn’t!”

“I experimented a little.” Lois laughed at Lana’s aghast expression. “Well, I wasn’t going to throw myself at Aquaman or anything, but I had to know what sex was like for a superhuman. It was a legitimate journalistic question.”

“So?”

“Masturbated with a jackhammer.”

“Lois!” Lana cried out. “Did you at least wash it off?”

“I got it fresh from the supply depot. And if that’s what Kara is in for… well, there’s such a thing as too much of a good thing…”

“Still, it would be fun to try—“

“So did you?”

“Did I what?”

“On any of the times when you got superpowers…”

“Me? Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly.”

“You’re missing out, Lana.”

“I just gave Clark a supersonic handjob.”

“What? But I thought you—the three of us—the first time was that night when we all—“

“I mean, it was, but we’ve still messed around. Oh, it was kidstuff, really Lois. I didn’t even take it on my face, though now that I think of it, that might’ve been the only time I really could’ve. I had to lick it off my hand—“

“You’ve known what Clark tasted like all this time?”

“What, like you never gave him a blowjob?” Lana’s mouth fell open. “Not Clark or Superman?”

“S-Superman was a journalistic subject…”

“The way you were throwing yourself at him, I thought he’d at least let you suck it. The man really is a paragon of virtue.”

“Now wait just a minute—“

“I mean, I would’ve let you suck it, just for your peace of mind…”

“I bet you never gave him a handjob. You never even saw his dick before he proposed to you, and me, so you practically saved yourself for marriage. Geek.”

“If you say so. You are the journalist.”

“If he let you give him a handy, he would’ve let me give him a handy, so there.”

“Oh, did you offer?”

“Shut up.”

“I’m just trying to imagine you asking him if it’s okay for you to jerk him off—“

“We’re forty floors up, you know.”

“’I’m sorry, Ms. Lane, but there’s a flood in Venezuela…’”

“There have been floods in Venezuela, it’s really insensitive for you to joke about that.”

“I take it all back. If I can put up with you, I can put up with anything. Even Kara.”