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"Sorry, Miss, you're not on the list," a tall, great looking Secret Service type told Kara at the door to the lounge.

Kara's face fell like a ruined soufflé. Her big, lustrous blue eyes pleaded with the man. “But it’s Lois Lane’s bachelorette party, and I’m a really good friend of hers, and of Lana Lang’s, and of Clark’s! A really, really good friend,” she insisted.

"Hey, listen, foxy little thing, I'd let you in if it were up to me!" the man told her, eyeing her body in a manner that both excited and disturbed Kara. "But they'd fire my ass for sure. Hit the road, sweet stuff!"

The broad-shouldered man patted her fondly on the man and pointed her back toward the exit. Kara sat at the foot of the stairs leading up out of the lobby; no doubt due to his perverse sexual lust, the man saw no problem with letting her loiter like that. 

She couldn't dance her blues away and she sure couldn't go back up to the Fortress yet, not with Kal using it as a love nest for his Livewire woman. It seemed like all she had done for the past days was watch people she knew fucking other people she knew, and she just couldn't take any more of that right now!

In her girlish mind, images of swollen cocks, wet cunts, swaying tits, and penetrated assholes swirled in a red hot series of crimson tinted memories. Her pussy was throbbing again, and her tits were pulsing tips of desire within the confines of her bra and sweater.

"Oh, God! This is awful!" Kara whispered to herself.

Thinking that a walk outside in the cold night air might help to clear her head, Kara went up the stairs and headed for the door. Her nipples were rubbing themselves raw against the stiff fabric of her bra, so the tormented girl ducked into the ladies' restroom on the way out and slipped the restrictive garment off.

"That's so much better!" Kara sighed with relief as she stuffed the bra into her purse and smoothed her sweater back down. She had never gone braless before, and the sheer sensuous feel of her bare tits against the soft surface made her nipples more erect than ever.

They stick out, but at least they don't hurt now! the girl argued with herself. Besides, they would probably go down to normal size as soon as she stopped thinking about them and went on her walk.

***

"Here he is, ladies! The man you all been so hornily waiting for—Marvelous Mark!"

Lana, Lois and Mercy were seated at a small table a few feet from the raised dance floor. Mark came out on the stage before the pack filled room of excited, gawking females. He wore a pair of red satin pants, matching jacket and bow-tie. He was bare-chested. He stood in full view of everyone, gyrating his hips lewdly as he moved gracefully about the stage.

"God, what a hunk!" screamed a middle-aged, good-looking woman.

"Ooooooh, I'll give anything just to take him home for one night!" cooed a young woman.

"All right!" Lois said excitedly, turning to the bachelorette party planner. "This is wonderful! I'm glad you brought us here."

"So am I!" Lana agreed with equal enthusiasm. "God, the guys here are simply beautiful!"

"I figured you two might enjoy it," Mercy replied, not taking her eyes off Mark.

He danced about the stage for a couple of minutes, winking and smiling at the women, letting the excitement build.

"Oh, God, I can't stand it!" a woman cried. She ran up on the stage and pressed herself against Mark. A bare-chested male attendant restrained her.

Mark danced over to Lana's table and squatted down in front of her, Lois, and Mercy, his bulging crotch a few feet away from their flushed faces. The three of them stared at his crotch hungrily. Lois was licking her sensuous lips. Mercy was watching wide-eyed. Lana winked at him with a conspiratorial smile.

The grasping and shrieking and whistling rose as the crowd went wild. Then Lois, with a few drinks under her belt, shouted above the din: "Oh, Mark, I'll suck your cock anytime!"

Mark rose to his feet, moving his body provocatively among the tables.

Women frantically waved dollar bills at him, luring him to them with their tips.

One woman tucked a bill into the deep cleavage of her tits, and pushed her chest out for him. Mark bent over and lowered his head toward her tits. With his mouth, he plucked the bill out from between her luscious tits.

Other hands reached out, stuffing money into his briefs.

"My God!" Mercy groaned huskily, still staring at Mark. "If what he's packing inside that pouch is all cock…"

"Believe me, honey, it's a hundred percent," Lana replied, smiling. "And you'll get to meet him a little later at the house."

"Watching all these gorgeous guys has left me with an ache between my legs," Lois said, crossing her legs as if to suppress the throbbing in her moist cunt.

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean," Mercy said, giving Lois a knowing look.

Lana merely smiled as she listened to them. She glanced at her wristwatch when she heard the hostess announce the last act.

***

Luckily, Clark had managed to wiggle out of the JLA throwing him a bachelor party, arguing that they couldn’t afford to bench so many Leaguers and it would be compromising to his secret identity. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to garner enough pushback to keep Steve Lombard from planning Clark Kent’s bachelor party. The man had steamrolled over Jimmy Olsen and now Clark, with most of the Daily Planet’s male staff, would be taking over the Ace o’ Clubs. That was as much concession as Clark would wrangle. He knew Bibbo ran a reputable establishment—mostly.

“The last days of a free man!” Steve cried, thudding his fist on Clark’s back in a way that was always meant to hurt, but that Clark Kent never seemed to notice. “This is what you gotta miss most, Clarkie. A long day turning up beer bottles, hot nachos in front a ya, the game on the tube, your pals lighting up cigars—“

Clark coughed a little. “It certainly is unique.”

“Shame you’ll have to miss it. The little ladies’ll probably have you running around at their beck and call, way too busy to sit back and watch the pigskin fly. Not to mention the cheerleaders. Ay-chihuahua!” 

“Ay-chi-what-now?”

“I’m just saying, it’s terrible, chicks these days. Probably marrying you cuz they know they can walk all over you, poor guy. That’s why they know better than to try and rope a stud like me into holy matrimony. I’d show them what’s what. Ain’t no chickadee telling Steve Lombard what to do!”

Clark adjusted his glasses. “I’m sure if Lois wanted a man to talk all over, she wouldn’t need to marry him to do it. And Lana—I’d much rather by spending time with Lana than a lot of other things, it’s really more my job keeping us…”

“What’re you, working your way through college?”

“College?” Clark asked, not having to work hard to feint confusion. “I… graduated college a good time ago, Steve.”

“Well, they ain’t!” Steve cried, gesturing to the entrance. “They’re working their way through it right now!”

They came into the bar, shedding coats that were scant to begin with to reveal skimpier costumes, brightly colored like animals seeking a mate. Their bodies, uniformly excellent, were well-displayed as they began circulating through the room. They were tall, fit, beautiful, barely dressed, often surgically enhanced, and each of them wore a costume belonging to the Justice League of America—the female members, thankfully enough.

Clark had nothing against sex workers, besides considering there to be a lack of personal appeal in letting a woman simply service him, paid or not. It seemed along the same lines as taking a woman to a play she didn’t like or a baseball game featuring two teams she didn’t root for. 

The costumes bothered him a little, having shades of both being disrespectful and lacking in cleverness. The vast majority of the women he knew on the JLA were indeed beautiful as well as sexual, and charismatic, intelligent, personable—the kind of characters who would draw as many male admirers as their masculine counterparts drew female. Merely focusing on the costumes—as these things invariably did, with little attempt to make ‘Wonder Woman’ the tallest in the room, or Black Canary blonde, or to in any way capture their personalities… well, it seemed at best to be a poor homage. 

Then he saw Cat Grant wearing a Black Canary costume. Her only coverings were a leather jacket and a full-body fishnet stocking, a thong preserving some additional modesty between the cheeks of her buttocks and the inner curves of her thighs. The jacket was open, and showed enough to see that the thong wasn’t matched by a bra. And a mask, of course, provided a fig-leaf of mystery as to her real identity… though Clark knew there wasn’t much room for him to talk there.

Cat bent over the jukebox—rather further than necessary, but not further than her long legs would allow—and put on a rock record. Then she began to waggle her hips and sway her ass, waving her hands up her body in a provocative manner, soon gaining everyone’s attention with her thonged ass alone.

"My, it's hot in here!" she called out over the music. "I just can't stay dressed up like this!"

Clapping their hands in time to the music and cheering her on, the others watched as she began pulling her leather jacket off. She was wearing two patches of black masking tape over her impressive breasts, but that censorship didn’t stop noticeable bulges from forming in the pants of many of the male audience. Some of the strippers amused themselves with an occasional grab. The party was beginning to get out of control.

"Take it off, Canary!" several of the boys shouted in unison.

Kicking off her shoes and continuing her exotic dance in her stocking feet, Cat worked at her thong and slowly let it slither down her long legs to reveal all of what her fishnets covered and all of what they didn’t as well. The black garments made a stark contrast with her white flesh. She pulled her panties below her buttocks, but held them up in front of her sex, frustrating her audience until they saw the shapely young woman peel the tape away from her breasts.

"Take it off! Take it off!" the boys repeated in a continuous chant.

Hesitating for a moment to tease her audience, Cat tossed the strips aside and continued her exotic dance. Her full, rose-tipped breasts jounced invitingly before the assembled onlookers, and several of the boys made playful grabs as she danced in front of them.

"My, I'm still too hot!" Cat exclaimed, tossing her long blonde hair from side to side in a sensuous manner.

"Take it off!" the boys repeated.

Pretending to be shy, Cat hooked her fingers into the waistband of her tiny panties and paused for a moment. Wiggling while the anxious boys stared intently, she finally pulled down the panties to reveal the enticing golden triangle of her cunt. Wriggling her hips in a sexy manner, she allowed the panties to slide to a limp ring at her ankles, and then she kicked them off with an amused laugh.

Clad in only the black fishnet stocking that uncovered her body more than covered it, Cat continued dancing in front of the excited audience. Someone turned up the volume of the music to the point where normal conversation could no longer be heard.

"Doesn't anyone want to dance with me?" Cat called out, spinning her leather jacket over her head. "How about you, Clark?"

“I don’t know…” Clark said, his nebbishness for once not an act. This seemed far too close to the trouble he’d gotten into with Kara, right down to how exciting it was.

“C’mon, married man—live a little! How about a private dance in the champagne room?”

She snatched his tie and pulled him firmly along by it, holding it over her shoulder as she led him to the stairs. The men hooted and hollered and cheered him up, some stuffing money into his hands and pockets for the ‘private dance’.

They mounted the stairs—Clark finding Cat’s ass impossible to ignore, the gyrating buttocks parted just enough for him to see her rosebud pink anus through the fishnet. Up there, Cat opened the door to a supply room, all kegs and crates, but with enough of an empty space for an intimate air. 

Cat closed the door behind them. She dropped her jacket, not intending to put it on for a long while.

The promising bulge in Clark's slacks was all too visible as the two of them started dancing together, and it was apparent that he was having difficulty keeping his hands away from Cat's provocatively displayed charms.

The only thing Cat was really wearing was her mask.

Her hands on his shoulders, Cat pushed him downward. Burying his face in her tits for a moment, Clark permitted himself to be shoved to his knees in front of her. Grinding her hips in front of him, Cat watched with an amused smile on her face.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.

Clark promptly buried his face against her belly and began licking the soft grooves of her abs.

"Ah, that's the way!" Cat told him, thrusting her pelvis back and forth in his face. She giggled as he began sucking, teasing and licking her belly button. "That tickles."

Then she held her breath in anticipation as he headed down toward her feverishly hot cunt.

"Oh, yes," she gasped, her hips lurching slightly as he licked up along the length of her juicy cunt. Her thighs and ass began jerking as he rubbed her cunt with the tip of his tongue, sending jolts of unbelievable ecstasy sparking through her body.

Then he moved his mouth further down over her pretty, gold-fringed slit until he found the moist entrance to her cunt. As he speared his tongue out, the soft petals of her pussy lips unfurled like a flower to receive it. Tasting the sweet, warm cunt juices that were flowing around his tongue, he could feel her sweet body quivering and writhing in ecstasy as soft moans of delight came from her wetly parted lips.

"Oh, yes, Clark!" she suddenly squealed. "Suck it good!"

Her squeals of encouragement seemed to carry him to new heights of joy, making his bloated cock throb with excitement. The wildly aroused man fucked his tongue deeper and deeper into Cat’s juicy cunt. He passionately licked up the fragrantly scented juice that were boiling around in her tasty cunt. Clark could feel the warm juices oozing out around his chin and cheeks as he burrowed his face deeper into her crotch.

Cat took off her mask, some breathtaking urge wanting her to be her at the moment, naked. It was as if she were riding on a cresting wave of ecstasy that was bringing her the ultimate in forbidden pleasure. Each thrust of Clark's tongue was driving her closer and closer to a delicious insanity. She clenched her fingers in the fishnets covering her chest and began to pull…

He was rhythmically fucking his tongue in and out between her spread cunt lips as the heavenly feeling built and built in her quivering belly. She began grinding her warmly flowing pussy up tighter against his face, thrilled by the excited moans as the man licked and sucked more frenziedly on her oozing cunt. It got so bad, the fishnets covering her ripped, letting her breasts explode out from their caressing confines, leaving her hands with nothing to grip. Looking down at the wildly sucking Clark, Cat was almost out of her mind as she grasped the back of his head and pulled his face harder against her aroused cunt.

Clark suddenly felt her thigh muscles tensing against his cheeks as she pressed his face deeper into Cat’s hot, sopping pussy.

"More, Clark, more!" the wildly aroused gossip was whimpering. "Oh, God, lick my pussy harder! Oh, fuck, it feels so good!"

Only vaguely aware of his willing victim's squeals, Clark fucked his tongue even deeper. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the fragrant smell of her cream.

"Oooohh, oooohhh!" she squealed, her softly rounded ass cheeks starting to undulate wildly as Clark drilled his tongue even deeper into her overheated pussy. He felt the churning deep in his balls.

Staring down, Cat was excitedly watching her conquest's face burrowing deeply between her thighs as she curled her fingers into his thick head of hair. Trying to force his mouth even tighter into the kiss of her slit. There was a delicious warmth radiating from between her legs to the tips of her hard nipples as the man passionately sucked on her pussy. Cat screwed her oozing cunt up harder against his sucking mouth, wildly thrilled by each deep plunge of his thick, long tongue.

"Yes, Clark, yes!" she suddenly squealed, her hands grasping frantically at his head as she dug her fingers into his thick mane. Screaming with joy, she began wildly arching her hips up as the intense pleasure built in her loins. Her hips and belly began quivering wildly as his sucking continued. Writhing and twisting beneath him, she was smearing her sex all over his face as her hot, slippery juices oozed out from between her spread pussy lips.

"I'm coming!" Cat squealed as she began writhing and bucking through the wild throes of her intensely beautiful orgasm.

Clark hungrily sucked up the delicious juices as they drooled from her climaxing cunt. His face was soon drenched with her slippery lust as the beautiful stripper kept coming and coming all over his mouth.

Cat stood there, hunched over, barely clinging to verticality, as she heaved with breath and dripped sweat, her breasts powerfully trembling through the hole they’d seemingly ripped in the fishnet stocking that now hung off her body. Growling, Cat gripped it at her crotch and rent it again.

"Now, down on your back!"

Clark stretched out flat on his back. Turning her back to his face, Cat stood astride him and slowly lowered herself. Grabbing Clark's sturdy cock in one hand, she quickly escorted it into her cunt.

"Oh, are you a stud!" Cat cried out as she began wriggling around on top of him. "Here, I was ready to settle for hamburgers, and I get steak!"

She squeezed her inner thighs tightly against his waist, grinding her crotch against his, feeling his pubic hair rubbing fiercely at her warm stomach.

"Oh honey, shove that prick of yours into me HARDER!"

"All the way, baby, all the... way..."

"GODDAMN, IT'S LIKE GETTING FUCKED BY THE WHOLE DAILY PLANET!"

She didn’t mean the staff. She meant the building.

Her pert tits wiggled with each pumping. He spread his legs more and more so he could make her cunt slide down. He was driving her crazy with his enormous cock. Nine inches of fucking pleasure. And almost two inches thick. What a cock! She thought, over and over again.

"I want every drop of your mouth-watering cum in my snatch!" she ordered him. "I want that dam flooded, and ain't no little Dutch boy gonna stick his finger up the dyke!"

"Then you'll get it... NOW!" He shot into her.

She jerked back and felt the impact of his jism firing into her cunt. It left her speechless, the stuff pouring, dripping from her pussy in big loads. Her hands reached out and clawed at him, but still, she fell back, powerless. She knew she had to let him jam his cum into her, to take what he would have to give her.

She released her legs and slid down to his chest, still groaning, but with a smile on her face. 

“Oh, Clark… that’s it then. It’s love.”

Clark chuckled and pushed his glasses up. “Now, Cat, I’m sure you’ve enjoyed some good sex before…”

“No. Not like this.” She hugged herself and, instinctively, Clark put his arms around her as well. “I really do like you, Clark. A lot. Remember how I made plays for you? I just backed off when it was clear Lois had her hooks in you—I mean that in a nice way. But I’ve always cared about you. And now, with this infertility thing… I mean, don’t you kinda have to take me on? If I wanna?”

“You don’t want to,” Clark told her firmly. “Wouldn’t you be happier with, you know, some millionaire or actor, someone who’s more your speed?”

“You’re my speed! Look at you, saying you don’t care about me while you cuddle with me. Cuddle, for God’s sake!”

“I’m not saying I don’t care about you…”

“But you don’t love me? That’s why you let me suck your dick? That’s why you let me fuck you? You like me, Clark Kent. A lot more than you let on.”

Clark felt her grip his arms where they crossed over her, squeezing his firm biceps. “Okay, that’s true. But I don’t love you, Cat. Not that way you’re looking for…”

“You respect me. You appreciate me, you trust me, you care about me—can’t love come later? From all of that?”

Clark fell silent. He had to admit, that sounded a lot like his relationship with Lois. And with Lana. “There are other considerations,” he said.

“I’d rather be liked by a guy like you than loved by a whole lot of the men I’ve been out with. You… you’re a decent guy with the cock of a total bad boy. And I… I want to have another child.”

Clark stiffened. Great Scott, how much had it cost Cat to bring that up, to think of Adam again? As much of a party girl as she was, genuinely enjoying closing down bars and… what she’d just gone, part of it had always been running away from what had happened to her own family. And now she’d chosen to share that with him.

He held her tightly, petting her hair. 

“See? Most guys would run for the hills, hearing me say that. You just get all worried about me. That’s what I want to be married to. What I should’ve been married to, the first time around. And between you finally giving me the time of day and this Evilutionist thing… it’s like a signal from the universe. I should be a mom again. I should be a mom again, and this time it should be with a guy who’s gonna take care of me, protect me—protect both of us. I know you’ve got Lois and Lana, but isn’t there any room for me? I’m an independent gal, Clark. You won’t have to wipe my nose or tie my shoes. Just… let me tag along.”

“Cat, I’m flattered. Truly, I am. But there’s a lot about me that you don’t know—a lot about you I don’t know.”

She turned to face him, and Clark felt a flush of heat as her breasts settled against his broad chest. “I know you’ve always been my friend. And you know me well enough to know that I have it in me to be a great wife. A great mother. It just had to be for the right guy. I’ve found my right guy…”

“I know you… I know you think you have,” Clark demurred. “But I’ve known Lois and Lana for ages—“

“And would you ever have expected, in a million years, that they’d decide to share you?”

“No, I suppose not. But what do you want from me, Cat? To wait until they get home from their bachelorette party and ask if they have a spare wedding dress?”

Cat ducked her head. “I suppose not. And I suppose you deserve as much time to think about this as I’d had. But promise me you will? You’re just about the most perfect man I’ve ever met, Clark. If anyone can handle three women, it’s you.”

“Thanks,” Clark said, thinking that was already on the docket. Now he had to worry about four.

Because he didn’t think Cat was lying at all about being in love with him. And he had to admit—he appreciated having someone all over him for being Clark Kent.

Maybe Doomsday will kill me again and I won’t have to worry about it at all, he thought. 

“Clark, you know you’re still hard, right?” Cat asked. “Think I can give you a little more incentive to letting me be one of Clarkie’s Angels?”

“I, uhh…” Cat was already slithering down his body. “I suppose… as long as you’re down there…”

He owed Steve Lombard an apology. The bachelor party was turning out to be fun.