Under The Same Roof 2 (Patreon)

“No. I know that’s what my phallus is for. I just wish I knew how to turn it off!” Kon said emphatically.

“You mean… make your erection… flaccid… once more? Like it usually is?”

“It’s not ‘usually’ that way, though. Lately, it’s been hard all the time. I can’t control it. It’s so big all day long and I can’t do anything about it—it hurts. I wish there was something I could do about it, but I’m still a virgin. I’m not even dating anyone. I feel like such a weirdo! A pervert!”

Overcome, Kon rolled onto his side, facing away from her and hugging his knees to his chest. Looking utterly alone in his pain and weirdness.

“This can’t be normal, but I’m not normal, so why shouldn’t I have a problem like this instead of a nice, ordinary penis that doesn’t cause any trouble?”

Something forbidden burst into Dinah’s thoughts. It was perverse and it was sick, but it persisted the longer she looked at Kon. He was so troubled. And so handsome. Ollie had been gone for quite a long time and Dinah wasn’t used to going so long without sex. She’d had such a good sex life before their relationship had blown up.

Her burning cunt was sure as hell making her remember. Back in the day, she would’ve known exactly how to sate it. Now, though, there was no way to help herself. She could masturbate, which was just one more way of being unsatisfied, or… or maybe… and Kon was in such dire straits, feeling like such a freak, needing to know that he belonged. It was up to her, as the adult, to take matters into her own hands and help him.

She’d read Kon’s file and knew that he was perfectly healthy, as normal as a half-Kryptonian clone could be. But he didn’t seem to believe that; that was the real trouble. He would always think of himself as abnormal until someone treated him like he was normal. Like part of the family.

And if Dinah didn’t help him, who would? Who had a greater responsibility to him? He was alone and she was the first person to reach out to him, the first person who had returned his trust. She couldn’t drop out on him when things got difficult. She had to be worthy of the faith he put in her.

Dinah reached out until she was touching Kon’s naked back, then moved her hand slowly down its chiseled contours. She hesitated at the protrusion of his tailbone—the point where her comforting touch would definitively become something else—and then she rolled her hand along his muscular ass, enjoying its firmness even more than she’d enjoyed the rest of his bare flesh.

She slipped her hand around Kon’s midsection, stretching out her fingers until she felt the hardness of his cock. It throbbed, the violence of his erection shaking into her taut, sensitive fingers, and feeling that responsiveness, Dinah realized for the first time how turned on she was.

“Please turn over, baby,” she said, trying to be soothing, but shocked by how husky her voice was.

“Just leave me alone,” Kon told her. “I know you want to help, but you’re a girl. I’m a boy. What would you know about it?”

“More than you might think. Remember, the Justice League put me here to monitor the team. If they all think I know what’s best for you… please just trust me and do what I say.”

Conner let out a sigh and rolled onto his back. His hard prick jutted up into the air, embarrassing him. But like it had a mind of its own, it jerked responsively when Dinah started to stare at it—now confirming that it was as impossibly huge as it’d seemed to be before Kon had hidden it from her.

“You’re so big,” Dinah husked. “I wonder if…”

“If it’s as big as Superman’s?” Kon asked bitterly. “Why don’t you ask him? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind… he knows exactly what to do with his…”

“Don’t be sarcastic,” Dinah told him. “And I have—on occasion—gotten a look at how he’s endowed. I think you might be even longer than he is.”

“I am?” Kon asked disbelievingly.

“Oh yes. And just as thick.” Dinah took a deep breath, hoping to steady her nerves. “I hope you know that girls, they like cocks like yours… ones that are nice and thick the way yours is.”

“They do?”

Dinah moved her hand to Kon’s prick and ran her palm over it. Then she wrapped her fingers around the fat shaft, just below the glans of his shuddering cockhead.

“Mmmhmm,” Dinah agreed. “They especially like when a guy knows how to use what he’s got. And when he can use it for a good long time.”

“How do I do that?” Kon asked innocently.

Dinah tightened her grip. Her cunt was thrumming, wet and dripping as if trying to match the throbbing she felt in Kon’s erection. His blood pounded in the swollen veins all throughout his length, calling to Dinah, nearly overwhelming her.

Dinah felt her clit’s stinging hardness and knew she hadn’t been this turned on in years. She squirmed her legs together, pressing her cuntlips against themselves. They moved into each other, warm and slippery, but sending jagged spikes of sensation deep into Dinah’s cunt.

When she spoke, her voice was fraught: “Well, you have to… have to get some experience… find out what works and… and get used to how good it feels. You don’t want to be overwhelmed and go off the very first time a girl touches your dick, now do you?”

“But you’re touching my dick for the first time,” Kon reminded her.

And she couldn’t stop, couldn’t get enough. Dinah brought her free hand to his balls, cupping the wrinkled sac tightly enough that the globes inside were pressed against the steely base of his endowment. His balls thundered with the excitement roaring in his shaft, like the cum inside couldn’t wait to get out…

“It’s okay if you come in a great big hurry,” Dinah told him, voice throaty. “I’m pretty expert at this… and I know this is the first… you can worry about building up your endurance next time. Just enjoy it right now… looks to me like your prick likes how I’m treating it…”

“But I don’t want to come… not yet…”

“You will, I promise you that you will…”

“Nothing personal, Dinah, I know you want to help me real bad—and I appreciate it—but I don’t see what the big deal is. It feels nice and all, but can’t I do this myself?”

“No!” Dinah squeaked.

She took a deep breath. Kon was absolutely right. This was an extreme situation. Extreme measures were called for. Evidently, she had to show him how great sex could be. And it would take more than a handjob for that.

She owed it to the fairer sex—Kon couldn’t end up an asexual with those abs and this dick under lock and key. She had to make him into a real poonhound. And if she did her job right, he’d cut a swath through his teammates that would do wonders for morale. She’d already heard Miss Martian and Artemis talk about how hot he was. Dinah could only imagine how thankful they would be when he started trying to get into their pants.

She lowered herself to his crotch, thinking of how debauched she was to be on all fours now, bent over his manhood. With one hand she gripped the base of his fat prick before kissing the cockhead, mouthing it, running her tongue all along the hot-blooded flesh which thrummed and pulsed for what she was doing.

Dinah worked her lips down over his entire spade-shaped knob, then pressed them as tightly closed as she could get them with his shaft in the way, making a vacuum seal around its girth. Then she sucked. Sucked and moved down the length of his phallus, burying more of its trembling excitement in her mouth. Then her throat.

It was a shock when she felt his cockhead prod against the back of her throat, her eyes opening and focusing to see how much of his endowment remained. She would never be able to throat it all. She came back up the length of Kon’s prick and circled her mouth around the first few inches, winding her lips left and right on his manhood.

It still thrummed with heated exhilaration, appreciating her enthusiasm, soliciting more. Soon, she had precum spiking her taste buds and the thought occurred to Dinah of how delicious it would be if he came in her mouth.

She went down again on his big dick, bobbing her head now. Coming back up to his cockhead and when she lowered herself down it again, he’d grown even harder, even more alive with lust. Dinah pressed her hand more forcefully against Kon’s balls and his hips arched up to her. As she worked her mouth over his manhood, her cunt got wetter, hotter. It felt more receptive, eager to feel the touch of her own moistening panties on it, maybe her hand… maybe Kon…

Trying to sublimate her growing urges, Dinah threw herself into sucking him harder and faster.

“Unhh!” Kon groaned, dropping his head back against his pillow and shutting his eyes. “Is… is something supposed to happen? That feels real good, but it’s not making my cock any less hard…”

Dinah was stung by his words. She couldn’t believe that somehow she was failing to get off a teenage virgin. Who had even touched him besides her? Shouldn’t he be all kinds of pent-up by now?

She slipped his prick from her mouth. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m doing the best I can. Maybe you could tell me what you want me to do… doesn’t what I’m doing make you want me to do something else, something more?” she suggested, eager to do whatever it took to help this young man.

And if it somehow relieved the desperate burning deep in her sex…

“Well… if you’re asking me… could you try doing it softly, like when you were just starting out? When you sucked hard on me, it didn’t feel as nice as when you were being all… gentle…”

“Oh. You want me to tease you?” Dinah asked, ducking her head down to kiss his cock under a curtain of her golden blonde hair.

Slowly, she deepened the contact of her mouth on his knob, pushing them together until her parted lips slipped over his cockhead and accepted it into her gullet. Only lightly touching his shaft, like she was uncovering some priceless antiquity with the pressure of her lips, Dinah once more moved her head up and down. She licked at his thick erection, tasting precum with each flick of her tongue. He was enjoying it more, which made Dinah enjoy it more—her cunt humming, wanting to come as bad as Kon must’ve wanted to…