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M’gann heard a knock at the door. She rolled over, eyes searching for the clock in the darkness of her bedroom, and found that she’d only been asleep for two hours. She knew she’d gotten in late, but—

The knocking became louder and more insistent.

“Hold your donkeys,” M’gann said, starting out of her room. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror that ended the hallway, and forced her body to shift into a respectably white-skinned, fully-clothed form.

When she opened the door, she immediately felt her anger leave her. It was hard to be angry with Superman, after all.

“Megan?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, shifting into her green and her costume. “What is it? Are we having a team-up?”

“No, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d check in on you. I know you and J’onn are close, but I thought you might appreciate meeting someone new.”

She realized he wanted to come in and invited him inside. “I can put some coffee on.”

“Thanks,” Superman said, following her into the kitchen and watching her make coffee. His sharp eyes followed her every movement. “So, how are you liking Earth?”

“You know… it’s Earth. I hardly know what to think about it—it certainly isn’t Mars!”

“But you’re making friends?”

“Oh, yes. All the Titans are really nice.”

“And are you seeing anyone?”

M’gann blushed… a human affection that she’d found herself adopting even when in her Green Martian form. “No one, uh—regularly.”

“No regular boyfriend,” Superman repeated, astonished. “I’d figure the boys would be beating down the door trying to be with you.”

M’gann took the coffee off and poured two cups for them. “Here,” she said. “Enjoy. And I guess the alien thing is a little weird for them.”

He sipped his coffee. “Maybe. Still, it’s odd for teenage boys to be so discriminating. Human or Martian, you look fantastic. Maybe some of your friends want to be more than friends.”

M’gann gave him a steady look, even as she blushed hotter. “And what do you want? Besides coffee?”

She bent her head to sip her coffee and she knew that Superman was looking down the front of her costume. When she looked back at him, he made no pretense of hiding where he was looking. Talk about looking fantastic… she wondered what he would be like in bed. 

“Why don’t we go find your bedroom?” Superman asked softly.

“It’s not hard to find.”

***

M’Gann bent over her bed, trembling, as Superman lowered his red trunks. Standing behind her, he pulled her skirt up over her waist, exposing her beautifully rounded ass and her juicy red cunt. He smirked to see that she’d shifted her panties away and left herself bare, the glossy red flesh inside her labia ironically matching her flaming red hair.

“Looks like we’re having a team-up after all,” Superman said. 

He shoved his fat cock inside her and pumped away, his muscular stomach punching against her buttocks, droplets of perspiration forming on both of them as M’gann was rocked back and forth, shifting the bed on its legs. 

He fucked away inside her for several minutes, one hand fisted in her skirt, the other knotted in her hair, using both to deliberately maneuver her to take his thrusts. M’gann found herself urging him on, begging and pleading for more when she could talk at all. More often, she had no other way of communicating but wiggling her sweet little ass against his belly and arching her back to let his throbbing prick slide deeper inside of her.

“Ohhh! Ahhh! Ughh! Yes!” she howled as his pulsating cock pounded away at her hot pussy. Her whole body shook as he pulled her down onto his pounding thrusts, not letting her escape a single millimeter of his rampant erection. “That’s it, fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck everything out of me!”

Her eyes rolled back in her head as shockwaves of ecstasy exploded out from his pistoning cock. She felt his hairy balls slap against her thighs as he pounded into her, the friction of his cock through her inner folds leaving her quivering, moaning, biting her lip as she tried to keep the pleasure of it from spilling out through her psychic bulwarks and giving the entire neighborhood an orgasm. His thrusts became faster, harder, as M’gann gave in and directed all of her telepathic lust into Superman. She felt his member throb and ejaculate, but he just kept fucking her.

“Make me come all you want, M'orzz. You’ll just have to lick it off my cock before I leave here.”

M’gann shut her eyes and shuddered pleasurably. She hoped Superman would be checking in on her a lot from now on.