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🕑 Added 2017-04-02 18:00:39 +0000 UTC “Land’s sake, child!” Pa Kent breathed as Kara came down for breakfast. “You can’t go to school dressed like that!”Kara looked down at herself as if surprised. She wore a tube top, a skintight pair of denim cut-offs, and some flip-flops. It was much what she’d seen Lana wearing, on very warm days.
But as much as she pretended innocence, Kara knew her body was much too voluptuous for such skimpy clothes. Her firm breasts jiggled obscenely beneath the stretch fabric, as Kara saw no need to wear a bra, with her gumdrop nipples protruding clearly to make her lack of underwear even more obvious. Her daisy dukes were just as provocative, cut extremely high by her heatvision so that the delectable ass topping her long, shapely legs was exposed under a hem of frayed white denim.
“What’s wrong, Mr. Kent?” Kara asked, barely suppressing a giggle. “All the girls dress like this.”
Pa’s mouth sagged as he ran his eyes up and down her teenaged body, before clearly chiding himself for it and looking away. “Not all the girls look like that. My God, woman… Martha, Martha, tell her how she looks…”
Martha had just come into the kitchen, and seeing Kara, she did a slight double-take. “Well!” she said, a hand raised to her chest. “It certainly is… bold. But I suppose I must’ve looked the exact same way to my mom when I was her age.”
“But Martha--!”
“And plenty of Clark’s friends dress worse, err, I mean… more… well, ‘exposurative’. There was that woman on the Teen Titans who barely wore anything at all, and that was not long after Clark started out. Now they have those new-fangled Titans, and I’m sure they’d look like nude models to old fuddy-duds like us.”
“Martha, can’t you see what I’m talking about? If she goes outside like that, she’ll have boys piled on top of her like she just got sacked at the forty-yard line!”
Martha planted her hands on her waist. “Then that’ll be her choice. I certainly didn’t recall you complaining when Clark was her age and he went around in just some shorts and sneakers!”
“He was going to the swimming hole, Ma, not—“
“And taking a shortcut through Lana Lang’s backyard each time! And for heaven’s sake, Jonathan, it’s Kara! You really think anyone is going to make her do something she doesn’t want to do?”
Pa stuck his spoon back into his bowl of oatmeal. “It doesn’t sit right with me none.”
***
Clark poured on the speed, ruing the moment he’d thought this would be simple. It should’ve been—it was just an F5 tornado, he’d tackled them before. Put up some sandbags at superspeed, find the mesocyclones in the supercells, use heatvision on the rear flank downdrafts that formed the twisters. If the rain pulled the rotating wind down to the ground, a good doze of heat would send that air back up and stop the tornado in its tracks.
If that didn’t work, give it the Flash treatment. Spin counterwise to the funnel. Choke off the supplying inflow of warm air with polar breath to further starve the tornado. It was all simple meteorology, and although Clark wasn’t a weatherman, he worked at a newspaper with a very good five-day forecast.
This tornado refused to die, though. Maybe it was global warming, maybe it was Weather Wizard or some other nogoodnik messing up weather patterns and causing a butterfly effect to strengthen the storm, maybe it was even frickin’ magic, but the tornado always seemed to have more cool air and more warm air, wherever he didn’t want them to be.
And now it had managed to pick up a bus of evacuees. Superman momentarily whinged as to what a lousy job of evacuation someone had done to drive into the tornado, but there was no time for that kind of sarcasm. He had a choice to make.
He could save the bus, in which case all of his progress with the tornado would be lost and it would take that much longer to wear it down. Or he could finish the tornado off, which would end the threat for good, saving countless lives and untold millions in property damage, but at a write-off of everyone in the bus.
Clark hated times like these. When it wasn’t saving people, it was just killing as few as possible.
***
The boys in town acted as if they’d never seen a woman before. Kara supposed they hadn’t; not a proper specimen like herself. She lost count of the number of men who made obscene offers, or gestured at her, or who remained bashfully silent while her X-ray vision revealed that they were swelling in their pants.
The other girls looked at her jealously all the time. They said obscene things too, as Kara’s super-hearing revealed, but she was sure they were meant as denouncements and not as offers. Even so, it was hard for them to resist staring at her teats through Kara’s skimpy top. Kara returned the favor, smugly observing that her X-ray vision revealed most of them needed bras to make their breasts look half as pert and well-sized as hers.
Her phone vibrated, and Kara inched it out of her shorts. Primitive technology, and counterintuitively designed, but she’d been able to master it. It alerted her that, two states over, there was a vast meteorological disaster and Kal was attending to it.
Kara decided he could use her help.
***
Clark had decided to wait as long as possible, save the bus, then return to attacking the tornado. By putting the bus in the eye of the storm, he might buy enough precious seconds to stop the tornado before any more lives were lost.
A gamble. People thought he could save them, with all his powers, but all he could really do was gamble…
Then he saw a streak of blue, yellow, and red, barely discernible as blue clothing and flesh and a red cape. He started to think Superboy before remembering there was no way Kon-El would ever dress in his costume, one size smaller.
Whoever it was, the blur caught the bus and hauled it gracefully towards the ground, allowing Clark to focus all his attention on the tornado. He targeted the system of hot and cool air that gave it its power, alternatingly freezing and heating them to throw the whole thing into disarray. Finally, the storm broke—literally. Without its power backing it, he was able to literally wind the funnel cloud back up into itself, making the supercell above suck up the debris it had gathered up in its rampage.
Not wanting to have all that come raining down on the town like shrapnel from some titanic explosion, he blew the cloud out over empty plains before it could stop swirling and dislodge its unintentional cargo. People would be finding toys and snacks and shingles there for years, rained down like the freakish storm of frogs reported in Ripley’s, but at least it wouldn’t all be in their backyards.
With that done, he turned his attention back to the bus. He appreciated the assistance, but he was just a tad too cynical to be all appreciation. It could be Obsession making another pass at him. Or some new metahumans who’d decided he needed a sidekick. Not only could they do more harm than good, but they might be unstable. And what’s worse, the bus was full of a press corps, on hand to cover some event in the township. If they were anything like Lois, they’d probably been put in danger trying to get a story out of the tornado. And now they had some would-be Superfamily member in their clutches.
Superman flew down to see what was what.
***
“Are you another Kryptonian?”
“Are you related to Superman?”
“Are you Superman’s sister?”
“Daughter?”
“Adopted daughter?”
“Time-traveling mother?”
“A Superman from an alternate universe—“
“Clone with the gender reversed—“
“--metahuman appropriating Kryptonian culture?”
“Male Superman, but identifying as—“
“Gentlemen,” Superman interrupted in a firm but understated tone. Despite his chosen profession, he really wished Kara could’ve waited a bit before being introduced to journalists. “I feel you all should know that during a tornado, one of the least safe places to be is in a motor vehicle. Instead, exit the vehicle and lie down on the side of the road. Now if you’ll excuse us, my associate and I—“ He could hear a din of unrest from the assembled reporters. Didn’t even take superhearing. “Have other matters to attend to.”
“I am Kara Zor-El of the House of El,” Kara said in a bold tone that seemed aimed at concluding his statement, not contradicting it. “Last Daughter of Krypton. I am Kal-El’s mate. Together, we will rebuild the Kryptonian race…”
They were already filming it, but some vestigial evolutionary instinct had a lot of the reporters snapping pictures—camera phones going off like gunshots, besieging them both with flashes. Clark took Kara’s arm and squeezed with gentle firmness. “We’re leaving. Now,” he said in harsh Kryptese.
“Your accent makes you sound like you fought in the Clone Wars,” Kara replied, far more fluently. “And were injured severely.”
They’d barely accelerated to a nigh-invisible blur before Superman stopped them, bringing them down in a nearby field, the cornstalks hiding even their bright colors from sight. It was still raining the detritus that the tornado had sucked up, but Clark barely even noticed.
All his noticing was revolving around Kara at the moment.
She wore an abbreviated version of his costume—a practically deleted version of his costume. Every inch of creamy skin was, if not exposed, then adhered to with suffocating tightness. Her blue top was practically a bra, with only enough space to carry the family crest because of her full cleavage—the sleeves attached to it and coming down to her wrists almost an insouciant mockery of Earth standards. Below her breasts—each of which seemed individually outlined by the tightness of the fabric, like the cups of a bra—the top immediate ended, showing off every lean, mean inch of her torso all the way down to her pelvis. There, mercifully, a low-slung yellow belt hung a blue skirt… but that was so short that it only came down to her inner thighs. The slightest motion swayed it away from her pert ass, revealing the… great Rao… red thong she wore underneath.
Clark had seen Krypton-themed strippers who’d been more modest.
***
Kara sat down on a log—an early bombing from the storm—and observed with satisfaction how obviously flustered he was by the lushness of her body. He kept on staring at her as he prepared to lecture her, but frequently forgot what he was going to say, making a number of false starts that were only one word or two. And all because he was hot for her properly Kryptonian form.
His desire for her made Kara incredibly hot. She had to stop herself from wiggling her ass on her seat, even though a burning wetness was soaking between her legs. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked innocently. “I thought you would appreciate some help in your stewardship of these Earthlings. You frequently accept help from the Justice League, from your admirers in Metropolis—“
Clark wiped his brow with the back of his fist. He was trying to keep his eyes on Kara’s face, but he was obviously having trouble. Kara wanted to smile as she watched his eyes persistently being pulled to her large breasts, as if by magnetism. “A debut like yours was… inadvisable. I myself frequently helped in secret because I wasn’t yet sure of my abilities—when I was your age, I mean. And, uhm, I can inspire hope and change as this, this superhero, but if I’d exposed myself—“
“Exposed yourself?” Kara repeated slyly. She was delighted to see a large bulge growing in his red trunks.
“If I’d been publicized as you just were, there’d be no way for me to control public perception. I wouldn’t know people like Lois who could tell my side of the story. I’d have to answer for what I did or didn’t do, instead of being able to shelter myself behind anonymity. From now on, people aren’t just going to ask you why you interceded, but why you haven’t interceded on other occasions—occasions you maybe aren’t ready for—“
“I’m ready for a lot,” Kara drawled, mischievousness gleaming in her eyes.
Clark looked more nervous than ever at her open insinuation. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for your help, and so are the people you rescued, I’m sure. But if you had waited until you’d had my permission—“
“Do you want me to ask for permission to do things?” Kara asked, her voice both sexual and babyish, all but calling him ‘daddy’. He’d been raised by Earthers and she was told they were into that—
“My blessing, then,” Clark corrected himself. “If you’d sought my blessing, I could’ve helped you plan this a little more. We could’ve come up with a codename. And a costume that’s a little less… revealing.”
Kara looked down at herself in mock dismay. “What’s wrong with what I’ve got on?”
Clark seemed increasingly flustered, which Kara thought probably had something to do with how he was increasingly aroused. Every time she breathed, her breasts massively shifted inside the loving tightness of her top. The fabric felt good, rubbing against her nipples, which were rapidly stiffening, pressing to either side of the S-shield so hard that they tugged the fabric awry.
“It’s provocative, Kara. People here aren’t like they are on Krypton. They can be very easily excited—see you in ways you might not like to be seen—“
“I’ve been on the internet,” Kara protested. “Many women wear things like this, and men love seeing them in it.”
“That’s called lingerie, Kara, and it’s not meant to be for public… exhibition.” Clark heaved a sigh, not wanting to shame her—he could hear Lois now, demanding to know why it was okay for Superboy to go around in his skintight jumpsuit, flexing for every stray bikini in Hawaii… “I’m not saying you have to wear a totally different costume, just… maybe if you wore a bra, for starters…”
Kara’s sex throbbed wetly as she stared openly as the tent in his trunks, which was now so big and stiff it looked like it might explode through his costume.
“Kal,” she said softly, “I don’t think it’s the humans you’re worried about. I think you’re just too scared to say how much you want to fuck me.”
Clark blushed fiercely. “K-Kara!” he sputtered. “That’s not true at all! I’m involved with other—in other relationships!”
“Not true, huh?” Kara’s pink lips broke into a luscious smile as she burst into superspeed, suddenly standing right in front of Clark with her hand shamelessly squeezing the rock-hard erection between his legs. “Then why is your cock so hard?”
Clark gaped down at her, too shocked to speak or step away.
Kara was in no mood to waste any more time seducing him, not when she was horny and she could have him right now. She squeezed and jerked him through his trunks, making him even harder, until she could faintly hear the fabric tearing as it failed to contain him. Until then did she pull his trunks down, groaning at the sight of his naked prick. It was huge, thick, nearly as big as her forearm!
Clark bit his lip and remained silent. There was obviously no point in denying his arousal now that the blonde could see his enormously swollen cock, bobbing and twitching, luridly offering precum to her intent gaze.
“So you don’t want to fuck me?” Kara wrapped her little hand securely around the base of his cock. Slowly, she shifted it up and down his shaft, smiling as more precum came to the tip of his dick. “I guess you always fly around with a big hard-on like this.”
“Kara,” Clark gasped, “I’m a married—practically a married man…”
“Yes,” Kara replied. “To me.”
She held up his magnificent cock and planted a wet kiss on the knob. She slipped her tongue all over the engorged crown, lapping up the cream that ran from the tip. Then she made his cock twitch and dance as she ran her tongue over every inch of it, leaving his prick glistening with her saliva and her tongue white with his precum.
“Time to do your husbandly duty,” Kara said up into his dazed mask of guilt and lust. She pushed her wet fist to the roof of his shaft, then she parted her lips and pushed the spade-shaped knob between her lips, compressing her lip into a tight circle just under the glans.
His prick tasted delicious, but even better was the way he trembled every time her tongue danced on his cum slit. Kara moaned, further enjoying the look of shock he wore at her blatant enjoyment, and gurgled as she swirled her tongue around his purpling cockhead.
Her hand began to stroke and squeeze his shaft, as if massaging more precum out onto her tongue. Kara caved in her lips and slurped audibly as she let his cockhead go deeper into her mouth, pushing down into her sucking throat.
“Oh fuck!” Lust quickly started to outweigh guilt as Clark watched Kara suck him down. “Suck harder, Kara!” His balls churned at the spectacle of her pretty lips stretched tightly around his thickness. “Make me come! I can’t stand it anymore!”
And Kara obediently bobbed her head, making her lips slip up and down on his cock, like her mouth was a pussy for him to fuck. Soon the field they were in was filled with the slurping, gurgling sounds of her working feverishly on his manhood. She wanted him to hear it and nothing else, no matter how far he stretched his hearing.
“I said harder, Kara.” Clark thrust his hands into her hair, holding her steady as he jerked his hips, fucking his prick into her mouth. She whipped her tongue around the veined stiffness he fed her, as if vainly trying to knock it back from penetrating her throat. “My balls are so full! Great Scott, I think I’m going to come now! I can feel it! Oh shit, Kara, keep sucking! I’m gone!”
His pricked swelled to enormous dimensions in her mouth, nearly making her gag before a flood of jism pumped out of his balls, gushing torrentially into her mouth. His cum was salty and thick and milky white, satisfying Kara as if it were the only sustenance that could give her life. She puckered her cheeks around his gushing cock, suckling harder than ever on it.
"Ahhh!" Clark clutched her head tightly and gasped as his thick, potent jism continued to spurt from him, Kara sucking it down so willingly it was like she was pulling his seed straight out of his balls. She clung to his prick with her stroking hand and slurped noisily as she gulped down every delicious drop of his cum.
"Wow! Kal!" Kara teasingly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "You really came for me! Doesn't your Lois ever suck your cock?"
"Not like that." Fear returned to Clark's face as he looked wildly around the deserted field, now barraged by a volley of falling sediment. It was like a dust storm, cloaking them from view with the occasional heavier object zinging into the ground. "Lois—I can’t believe we’ve done this. In public and everything... don't you realize the danger? We could be caught!"
Kara was well aware of the danger, but that only made her hornier. She rose to her full statuesque height, which was still petite compared to Clark, and fingered the edge of her crop top as she stared hungrily at her mate's thick cock. It showed no sign of diminishment, despite the buckets it had just fired.
"Kal, what were you saying earlier about making me wear a bra? Don't you like my tits?"
Clark's jaw fell open as Kara whipped off the top, baring her full, creamy breasts, milk-white and as well-rounded as a ripe fruit, swelling to be tasted. Kara pinched her nipples, making the rosy caps further stiffen with her lust, so much so that it seemed impossible they weren’t wet with milk. A dollop of cum fell from Clark’s meaty prick, as if clearing the way for a new load.
“Don’t you like my nipples?” Kara cupped her D-cup breasts in her little hands and then released them, making the twin globes jiggle and sway. “And the rest of my body? My legs?” Kara kicked off her boots with surpassing ease for how high they were on her legs. Superstrength, Clark thought distantly, as Kara held out one long, slender leg for inspection. “But wait—wait till you see my cunt…”
She stripped off her skirt and red thong in one motion, stepping out of them and leaving herself naked. Clark’s manhood leapt to more than stiffness, it tensed and vibrated with sheer need for her golden furred pussy; his eyes riveted to the pink slit of her small, wet cunt.
"Look at my ass, Kal." Kara leaned across the broad log she had sat on, pushing a litter of the storm’s leavings down to the ground. Her full breasts flattened on the wood; she reached behind herself and spread her ass cheeks with her fingers, completely exposing her pink asshole and her pouting cunt. "Look at my cunt!"
"I can't stand this!" Clark gasped. "I just can't fucking stand it!"
He was on her in a second, wrapping his arms around her slender ribcage to desperately paw her wonderful tits, not as wasteful and excessive as so many other women in his world, but perfectly fitted to his big, strong hands. But he could barely focus on the warmth of her teats heating his clenching fingers, as he was hurriedly trying to cram his cockhead into her cunt. Kara squealed and leaned farther across the log, impatiently awaiting the throbbing impalement of her husband's cock.
"Fuck me, Kal!" She spread her ass cheeks wider, completely opening her slit for the arrival of his cock. It was where he belonged, and she was meant to receive him. "Yes, I want it now! Fuck my pussy, Kal! Fuck me!"
Clark stuffed his bloated cockhead into her hole, groaning as her inner muscles gripped slickly around the tip of his prick. Then he was madly fucking into her, burying more of his cock into her hot pussy with every stroke.
The first thrust was always the best, she thought--her slit spreading, tightening and clinging around the fat, hard cock… the heat in her belly as a big prick fucked all the way up her cunt. And now, the way Clark was panting as he fucked her hard and fast, pounding his swollen cock in and out of her tiny pussy. Kara felt his shaft chafing her clit, making the little button rise from its pink hood.
"Oooh, yes!" Kara released her ass cheeks and wrapped her arms around the log for support. "Fuck me!" She wiggled her hips, lustily trying to help Clark fill her pussy with his stiff, aching prick. "I can feel it! Oh Rao, it's going into me! Fuck me with your big cock! I said fuck meeeee!"
Her screams were nearly loud enough to be heard by the distant reporters breathlessly detailing her appearance and claim to matrimony, but Clark was now too horny to care. Her wet teenaged cunt was much tighter than any sex he had ever known. He could feel it sucking spasmodically around his burning cock, as if her cunt were milking the jism out of his balls.
With one heavy thrust, Clark rammed every inch of his hard-on into the young woman's cunt. Then he held onto her stiff-nippled tits and furiously started fucking her, sawing his rock-hard cock in and out of her velvety, dripping cunt.
"Harder!" As best she could in her submissive position, Kara wildly humped her ass, pounding her pussy up to meet the strokes of Clark’s manhood. "It feels good, Kal! Awww, making my pussy so hot! Fuck me, lover! Make me cream!"
Her belly was burning, and her cunt sucked wetly around his pistoning cock with every thrust. Kara groaned and shuddered as the heat built in her cock-stuffed pussy. Soon she was going to cum.
"Fuck me harder, Kal!" Kara pounded the log with her fists, cracking it into jagged splinters, and made her ass cheeks jiggle as she fucked on his cock as fast as she could. "My pussy's burning, it's so goddamn hot! Unh! Oh shit, fuck me deeper! I wanna cum!"
Clark's strokes became more and more furious as his balls ached with another load of cum. Both their bodies were covered with a thin veneer of sweat, and he could feel the hairy sac of his balls slapping her luscious thighs with every thrilling thrust.
"Oh, Kara!" Clark's prick jerked in her pussy as he prepared to cum, growing to total, tingling hardness. "I'm gonna cum now, honey! I can't hold it back! Oh shit. God... fuck!"
He came, spraying her passage with hot spurts of his jism. Kara had always been incredibly excited by the thought of having her pussy deluged with thick, gooey cum. She felt herself cumming too as she worked her sexual muscles, helping her husband deliver all his seed to where it belonged. Every last drop of it.
"Fuck meee!" she shrieked. "I'm cumming too, Kal! Ungghh! Fuck me harder! You've got such a big cock! Fuck me, oh shit... ungghh! I'm cumming!"
Her pussy throbbed convulsively around his cock, making him spurt more jism into the gurgling depths within. "Spill it on my belly," she begged. "I want to feel it on my skin!"
He looked at her in surprise, but did as she asked. He gave another hot thrust inside her cunt and then pulled his cock out quickly. Kara rolled over so she could actually see the last spurts of his hot jism erupt over her shivering belly. She put her fingers in the thick juice and rubbed it all over her belly and tits.
Clark gazed dazedly all around him, unable to believe that he had just fucked another Kryptonian in the middle of the great outdoors. As Kara smiled up at him with loving satisfaction, feeling his load struggling to escape her clenched pussy in drops and dribbles, Clark thought that it was possible his father’s hologram had somewhat overstated how repressed Kryptonian society was.
