“Owwww!”
“What?”
“That hurt. You . . . You’re tight. Is this your first time?”
“First time what?”
“You know . . . uh. . . having sex.”
She chuckled. “Uh, no. I’ve been . . . I read that if I worked on my. . . pelvic floor muscles . . . I could. . . you know, give you maximum pleasure.”
“I think, maybe, you worked a little too hard.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to. . . how’s this?”
After a moment, he said, “Wow! That’s great! Much better!”
“Just had to figure how much pressure to apply. Good. Now, I want you to fuck my brains out.”
“Oh, yeah!”
However, ten minutes later, she was no closer to orgasm. “Stop, stop, stop!”
“What?! I was just about to come.”
“Well, I wasn’t. It’s not happening for me.” She pushed him aside. She didn’t intend to be rough, but he fell out of the bed, nonetheless.
“Hey, what’d you do that for?” he asked, rubbing the arm he landed on. Rising to his feet, she noticed he’d lost his erection.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” she said, rising and dressing.
“That’s it? You don’t come, so you’re gonna leave?“
“Oh, well.”
“Bitch.”
* * *
When she arrived home, her sister, Alex, was relaxing on the sofa. Alex quickly noticed her sister’s downtrodden mood. “Struck out again?”
“Why can’t I find a guy who can satisfy me?”
“Linda, I think you know why,” Alex reminded.
“No, there’s got to be somebody.” The frustration was clearly evident in her voice.
“There is. You know who.”
Linda plopped down next to her sister with a look of preposterousness. “He’s my cousin.”
“So. People do it.”
“I fight crime,” Linda argued in a discussion they’d had before. “That would be hypocritical.”
“Unless you tell people, no-one would know,” Alex countered as though it was a no-brainer. “Go talk to him. He’s probably got the same problem.”
“He and I have discussed it,” Linda reminded. “You know that. He feels as I do.”
“Maybe he’s changed,” Alex suggested. “Maybe it’s time you do. You can’t continue to be effective if you’re constantly horny.”
With a huff, Linda said, “I’ll see you later.”
“Bye,” Alex offered with a smirk, knowing exactly where her sister was headed.
* * *
He heard the whoosh with his exceptional hearing. He waited a couple of minutes, and when no one appeared, he opened the door to his balcony. “You going to come in or do you just like the view out there?”
“Alex suggested I come talk to you.”
“Same problem, different day?”
“Clark, you know me too well.”
“Kara, we’ve—”
“Linda,” she corrected.
“Kara, it’s just you and me.”
“I wouldn’t want you to slip in public,” she said, voicing an often-repeated concern.
“Seriously? I’m smarter than that.”
Ignoring his remark, Linda bemoaned, “Clark, don’t you have urges?”
He grinned. “Urges? You mean, do I get out-of-my-mind horny like you?”
“Haha!” was her curt reply. “But don’t you?” She finally entered his apartment and dropped frustratedly down on his sofa.
They’d had similar discussions before, but this time he sensed the problem had become deeper. He sat next to her. “I do get horny. But obviously not as . . . desperate . . . as you.”
“How do you get relief?” she wanted to know.
“That’s rather personal,” Clark responded with a smirk.
“Oh, come on. We’re the only two Kryptonians on the planet—”
With a heavy sigh, Clark told her, “Lois keeps me satisfied.”
That was a surprise. “Really? I had no idea you two were that . . . how do you not hurt her?”
“I can be gentle. It’s just something I have to be very conscious of.”
“So, I’ve learned.” Linda giggled. “I nearly squeezed a guy’s cock off tonight.”
“Ouch! You just need to learn how much pressure to apply.”
“I realize that.” She turned to face him. “But wouldn’t you like to have sex with someone with whom you could be yourself?”
Never the fool, Clark asked, “What are you suggesting, Kara?”
Linda hesitantly said, “Alex thinks you and I should do it.”
He knew that was coming. “We’re cousins. On this planet, that’s a no-no.”
“I know, but Alex says such people still do it.”
“You must be really desperate. You never wanted to before.”
“I’m am getting desperate.” She paused for a second and then in a fit of frustration growled, “Why am I always so horny? And you’re not?”
“How many reasons do you want?”
“You know?” She looked at him as though he’d been holding back on her.
Ignoring her tone, he explained, “As to why you are and I’m not, some humans are nice, some are not; some are friendly, some are not; some are into sex, others are not. It’s the same with Kryptonians. Some of us are horny, some are not. Unfortunately, there are no other Kryptonians on this planet to test that theory. Also, this planet has provided us with many powers that its own people do not possess. It’s possible that more than just our abilities were heightened—”
“Such as my libido.”
“Yes.”
“Okay, well, that still doesn’t solve my problem,” she reminded.
“Is it just that you can’t find a human who can satisfy you or are you looking to do things that only a person with our powers can do?” Clark asked.
“Both. I mean, to just find someone who could satisfy me would be great. But I also have this dream of doing it while flying. You know, soaring while connected.”
Clark thought about it for a second. “That would be fun and exciting.”
“We could do it.”
“Yes, we could.”
“Now?” she asked eagerly.
“I meant, yes, it would be possible for us to do, not that we would actually do it,” he clarified.
Her balloon popped. “You really know how to get a girl going.”
Clark shrugged. “But I do know a guy who might be willing.”
“What? Is he in prison?”
“No. He’s a daredevil. He drives race cars, he climbs mountains, things like that. I saw a video of him and a woman hanging off the side of a cliff in harnesses and they were doing it.”
“Really?” Linda was once again excited. Then she caught herself. “Are you just messing with me?”
“No,” he answered, pulling out his phone. “Want to see the video?”
* * *
He heard him before he saw him, and of course, he wondered why Superman had come. He wasn’t in the trouble he had been the last time the man of steel had saved him from falling off the side of a mountain.
“Don Robbins.”
“Superman, what beings you here?” Don asked, making certain he had a good grip on the rope. He tried to jiggle the piton to make certain it was firmly driven into the rock. It was. He found a crack in the rock that he could wedge his foot in for further stability as the caped man hovered several feet away.
“I need you to do something for me,” Superman said without preamble.
With a big grin, Don asked, “You need my help?”
“You would consider yourself a daredevil?”
The question took Don by surprise. It wasn’t what he expected, not that he’d had any inclination of what Superman would need him to do. “Daredevil?” he repeated. He shrugged. “No. Maybe adventurous.”
“That’ll work. Have you done anymore ‘adventurous’ sex?”
“What? Uh, no. After the last time, I can’t find a woman who is, uh . . . willing . . . to say the least.”
“Well, what if I told you I know a girl?”
“Seriously? You came all the way out here to tell me that?” Don frowned. “Then, what do you want me to do? Is this a quid pro quo? I do something for you, you get me an adventurous girl?”
“Don, did you really ask that?”
“Well, it’s not every day that Superman offers to get you a girl.”
“Right.” While still floating, he drifted closer and leaned against the cliff face. “There’s no quid pro quo. The girl is what I need you to help with.”
“So, this is a charity case.”
Rolling his eyes, Superman said, “What is it with you, Don?”
The man hanging from the rope shrugged. “What do you need me to do?”
“I’m going to introduce you a woman . . . and the rest is up to you. I showed her the video of you and the other woman having sex while hanging and she was intrigued.”
“Almost one of my finest moments.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I didn’t show her the part where you fell.”
“Good. And you’re certain she’s ready for something like that?”
“Oh, don’t worry. Knowing her, I’m sure she’ll have some ideas of her own. The bigger question might be whether you’re agreeable.”
“Now, I’m intrigued. But if she’s so adventurous, why don’t you do her.”
“Don, really? In my position, I can’t do things like that.” He paused to watch for Don’s expression. “Besides, she’s my cousin.”
“Supergirl?” And with that realization, Don lost his footing, which caused him to let go of the rope and drop. His scream echoed off the rocks.
But before he had fallen ten feet, Superman grabbed the rope that was connected to his harness and pulled him back up.
“Supergirl? Really?” Don nervously confirmed. He forced a grin. “Now, there’s an adventure!”
“That’s the spirit.”
* * *
It was a toss-up as to who was more nervous. They met in a suite on the top floor of the tallest hotel in the city, which had been reserved and paid for anonymously, the key left discreetly for Don. The location became no surprise because it allowed Supergirl to make her dramatic appearance on the terrace. Even though he’d met Superman several times, this was his first face to face with the man of steel’s cousin, and while he had seen numerous photographs of her, in person, she was . . . stunning; tall, statuesque. He’d had no idea she would be so incredibly beautiful.
To Don’s further surprise, she had even worn a sexier version of her Supergirl outfit. He didn’t even know she’d had such a suit. The neck was cut low to the top of her S emblem and the inside of the shield was cut out around the S, exposing parts of an enticing cleavage. It was breathtaking. Her skirt was already short, but she wore no tights; her legs were bare and seemed to glow, and somehow, that in itself, with the boots, was sexy as all hell.
She sashayed toward him, stopping a couple of feet away. “Hi, Don.”
“Supergirl.” He extended his hand for lack of anything better to do. “Nice to meet you.” Don realized how lame that sounded even before he was finished saying it.
She giggled, shaking his hand, reminding herself not to squeeze too hard. “Don’t worry. I’m nervous, too,” she admitted. She gestured toward the sofa. “Shall we sit?”
Don watched her ease down onto the couch quite gracefully, but when she crossed her amazing legs, the fact that not only did her short skirt expose most of her thighs, but the added attraction that they were actually bare was almost more thrilling than if she was totally nude. Although, at some point during this meeting they would hopefully get to that. He wondered if she had anything on under the skirt.
Supergirl liked what she saw. Don was handsome, had a nice physique, and so far, hadn’t made an ass of himself. And while those were all admirable features, they mattered less to her than how he would perform. He’d come as a gentleman by dressing in a suit, which she found interesting given that the reason for this meeting was no secret. Still, she gave him points for that, particularly since she’d come adorned to entice, which she could tell by his wide eyes, she’d succeeded. She didn’t hesitate to use her x-ray vision to make certain he had the tools to do the job. Pleased that he appeared well-endowed, she patted the seat next to her.
Don sat, but not as close as he could have. “I’m glad to hear that you’re nervous too. This is a first for me.”
“You mean you’ve never fucked a super girl before?” she asked with a smirk, to lighten the mood.
The notion that Supergirl would have a sense of humor had never occurred to Don, so he didn’t take her questions as such. “Uh, no,” he responded nervously.
“I was kidding, Don.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“So, what was a first for you?” she asked to make conversation.
“Uh, well, uh, I’ve never been . . . I’ve never had an arrangement where—”
“It was strictly for sex.”
“Uh, yes.”
“Is that why you’re nervous, or is it because it’s me?”
“Uh, well, mostly because it’s you.” He was trying to avoid staring at her breasts, which were larger than he had thought and because the cut-out of her S was showing her cleavage. “Why are you nervous?”
“I’ve never been set up just for sex, either. I guess we just need to get a little more comfortable with one another. How about a drink?”
“You drink?”
“Occasionally. Socially. But I don’t get drunk.”
“Okay, good,” Don said, arising. “What would you like?” he asked, stepping over to the bar that had been fully stocked.
“White wine.”
Don quickly found and opened a bottle, poured a glass for Supergirl, and out of convenience, poured himself the same. Back on the sofa, they each took a healthy sip.
Though it was only one mouthful, it relaxed Don and gave him the confidence to note, “That’s quite an outfit.”
“You like it?”
“I do.”
“I was hoping you would. I don’t wear it in public for obvious reasons.”
“Only dates?”
“Actually,” Supergirl admitted hesitantly, “this is the first time.”
“For me?”
“Well, my cousin said you were adventurous.”
“Yes, I am. He also said you might have some ideas.”
She twisted away, and the movement answered Don’s earlier curiosity: she was not bare under her skirt, but instead of the usual undergarment she usually wore, which looked like the bottom of a fifties-style swimsuit, she had on a bikini-style panty that seemed to be made of the same durable material as the rest of her outfit.
“We’ll get to that,” Supergirl said. “We should probably start more normally.”
With the now vivid image of more than her thighs in his mind’s eye, Don asked, “So, did you dress in a hurry, or purposely omit the tights?”
“I wanted to be sexy for you . . . and it’s exciting to fly with little on.”
“Really?” His mind was filled with a vision. “So, you’ve flown naked?”
She didn’t hide her embarrassment. “Yes. You have no idea how stimulating it is.”
“I can only imagine,” Don said, doing just that. “Maybe sometime I’ll get the chance.”
That piqued Supergirl’s interest, and she turned rapidly to him, not caring what she exposed. “You’d really like to do that?”
He couldn’t help but now notice that what he previously took to be a bikini-type bottom was more like a thong. Even though barely covered, her pussy was as beautiful as the rest of her. Every fold and crease perfect. He was surprised that she shaved down there, but also glad that she did because just his brief glimpse was breathtaking.
She cleared her throat to recapture his attention from her intentional flash.
“Uh, well, I understand you saw my video.”
“Yes. It was exhilarating. But I can do better.”
“I was hoping you could.”
She downed her wine and stood. “You want to get right to it, or do you need foreplay?”
Don got to his feet also, bravely pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers. He was pleased that she responded. After several seconds of passionate kissing, he drew back. “That’ll do for foreplay for me if it will for you.”
“Works for me.” Her eyes were wide with excitement. She slipped her skirt and panty off and his eyes widened. When she lifted her top over her head, leaving the cape, she asked, “You going to join me? It’s way more fun nude.”
Stripping down completely, Don asked, “What about your cape and boots?”
With a grin, Supergirl remarked, “I like it kinky.”
“I love kinky.”
She led him to the terrace. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
He took a deep breath and nodded.
“Hold on tight.” She embraced him in a bear hug while looking deeply into his eyes. She saw no fear and was comforted by the feeling of his hard cock sandwiched between their abdomens.
He wrapped his arms around her, the feel of her naked skin arousing him deeply. Their ascent was so smooth it wasn’t until he felt the air brushing against his naked skin that he knew they were airborne. He felt a chill, but their bodies pressed together instantly warmed him up; that and the feeling of her magnificent breasts mashed into his chest. Her grip on him was firm, to prevent him from falling, he knew, but he also felt smothered. Peripherally, he could see the lights of the city become smaller as she tilted them to fly away. In seconds, the lights were no longer visible, he believed because she had flown them over the ocean; perhaps to be away from eyes on the ground.
“What do you think so far?” Supergirl asked in a raised voice to be heard over the wind.
“Great. But it is chilly,” he reported, even with them hugging.
She wrapped her cape around them, adding, “Then we’ll have to build up some body heat.”
Tightening her grip around him with just one arm, she reached down between them and grabbed hold of his cock. She pumped it gently to make certain he had a full erection. Apparently, the cooler upper atmosphere had caused it to wane. When she felt he was completely hard again, she spread her legs and slipped his rod in. “Oh, yesss,” she murmured.
Surprisingly, even though she felt incredibly good, Don didn’t think she felt any different or better than any other woman he had fucked. He could feel her pussy muscles massaging his shaft, and that felt wonderful. He’d never had a woman capable of doing that. But the way she was holding him, he couldn’t even thrust. He was beginning to feel almost as though he was just a human toy for her.
Supergirl was pleased so far. Don’s cock filled her as well as she had hoped it would. She realized that he was reliant on her to keep him in the air and that, as such, he was unable to actually fuck her, so she grabbed him under his arms, her hands holding him around his rib cage as a mother would hold a child. She was then able to move him in and out in a fucking motion. It was almost what she had envisioned an aerial fuck to be, but it would have been better if he had been able to hold his own. She was getting so into it, she momentarily forgot about how it might be affecting him.
She risked a quick glance at his face and couldn’t decide whether she saw utter fright or sheer delight. She wanted to believe it was the latter and hoped it was because she could feel her orgasm approaching and didn’t want to lose this rare opportunity. She felt she had finally connected with a man who could satisfy her. In fact, so excited was she to feel her climax building that she started flying in a corkscrew, and then when she experienced that long-awaited magic moment, she was performing loops at incredible speeds.
Her body shivered and shook at the immense pleasure she felt. This was a more intense orgasm than she had ever had, and she wanted it to last a long time. But that came to a shrieking halt when she heard the screeching scream that quickly faded.
Instantly, she realized what it was. In the throes of her mighty orgasm, she had carelessly let go of Don. Not good. With a deep breath and a shake of her head, she dove into high-speed flight straight down. Her keen hearing picked up his continued screaming before she saw him. Seconds later, she once again had him safely in her grip.
“Are you fucking crazy?” he yelled in a high-pitched voice. “Get me the fuck out of here. Bring me back to the hotel! Now! Hurry!”
But by the time he finished his ranting and raving, she had him standing on the terrace. “That wasn’t adventurous. That was . . . Superman didn’t tell me you were a lunatic!” He gave her the dirtiest look and ran inside. He dressed rapidly and recklessly, and then stormed out.
Once he was gone, Supergirl went inside and slowly put her top, panties, and skirt back on. She shook her head in a combination of anger, agony, and disgust, then she couldn’t help but do something she rarely did. She fell on to the sofa and had a good cry.
* * *
Once Supergirl had revealed herself to the world and became a rescuer and crime fighter, she always did her best to be wherever she was needed. It was a hard lesson, but she quickly learned that she could not be in more than one place at a time, which meant she could not rescue more than one person at a time or stop more than one crime from being committed. She realized she had to prioritize. It took a while, but she eventually came to grips with that reality and was able to have some semblance of peace of mind.
However, after the haywire date with Don, she began to question why her parents had ever sent her to Earth. Of course, the ostensible reason had been to save her from a dying planet. But they’d really had no idea what the long-term ramifications would be. And certainly, they’d had no clue what personal, physiological, and emotional issues would arise.
It led her to wonder if this was all there was to her life: pretending to be a reporter so she could find out about what crimes were being committed so she could attempt to stop them, or who was in peril so she could try to save them. But those chores seemed to be never ending. It was almost as though civilization had come to rely so heavily on her and her cousin’s powers and abilities, they became careless. People like Don still attempted ridiculous stunts like trying to screw a woman hanging from a rope and falling and being rescued by Superman. And there had been no real reduction in crime; actually, crime had been reduced but attempts to commit crime had not.
Where did it all end?
Supergirl took to the air as she frequently did when pondering in troubled times. Somehow being above and away from the maddening crowd provided her with clearer thought processes. Quite often a trip around the world was enough to bring her back to reality and put things in perspective.
However, that did not seem to work this time. After her third orbit, she felt no better nor had any new view of her existence. She simply floated, allowing the wind to drag her along in its gentle embrace. Before long, she found herself hovering over the Fortress of Solitude, and suddenly, she could think of nowhere else she’d rather be.
* * *
It was unlike Kara to disappear. She’d go off for a few hours when she needed some time to herself. But she’d never been gone for a whole day, and then, to not answer her cell phone was completely out of character. For Alex, there was always the fear that something unknown could overcome her sister. It was possible that there were chunks of Kryptonite scattered all over Earth and that she could happen upon one that could disable her without anyone knowing, not to mention the possibility of some criminal obtaining a piece and luring her to incapacitate her.
Now that Kara had been gone for longer than a day, Alex was worried. She took the only steps she could think of and contacted Superman. He came immediately from Metropolis.
There was no real relationship between Alex and Superman. Kara was Alex’s adopted sister, and of course, Kal-El was Kara’s cousin from the planet Krypton. Still, with nothing more than Kara in common, they hugged in greeting upon his arrival.
“Still no word?” Superman asked.
“No. This is so unlike her.”
“Do you have any idea where she might have gone? Does she have a place she goes to?”
With a shake of her head, Alex said, “She usually just flies around. She’s said that usually clears her head.”
“Well, there’s obviously more to it if she’s been gone this long,” Superman surmised. “Anything happen recently?”
“Well, you know she’s been frustrated because she can’t find a man who can satisfy her,” Alex said. “And the man you fixed her up with, that didn’t go so well.”
“Yes. I had to listen to Don whine about what happened.”
“I think that bothered her more than she led us to believe.”
“I had a feeling it might,” Superman admitted.
“She said you know why she’s so . . .”
“Horny?”
Alex grinned. She’d never spoken in such terms with him. “Yes.”
“More of a theory, really,” he clarified. “The Earth and your yellow sun have given us extraordinary powers and heightened abilities, so it’s probable that along with super strength, x-ray and heat vision, freezing breath, and the ability to fly that other bodily functions were also enhanced.”
After a moment’s thought, Alex agreed. “That actually does stand to reason. So, it’s also likely that only someone with similar abilities would be able to satisfy her.”
“I know where you’re going with this,” Superman surmised. “Kara told me you suggested she and I do it.”
“It makes sense if your theory is correct.” Alex studied him for a moment. “What about you? Don’t you have urges?”
“Of course, and mine are taken care of.”
“But are you really satisfied?” Alex pressed.
“I’m not doing it with Kara,” he said firmly.
“Okay, well, I guess that’s that. But to the matter at hand, I’m hoping that she just went somewhere to regroup.” Alex told Superman her fears about Kara encountering Kryptonite.
“That’s one of my fears also . . . for her and me. I always scan for lead before I head into a situation. That’s generally a clue that someone is hiding it.”
“And if she did happen upon kryptonite and is unconscious somewhere, you would never find her.”
“Not entirely true, but it could be a small needle in a big haystack.”
“Think she might have gone to the Fortress of Solitude?”
“That occurred to me and there’s only one way to find out.” And he was gone before Alex could ask him to keep in touch.
* * *
Kal-El landed in the Fortress of Solitude with his usual “swoosh” caused by his quick descent displacing the air around him. He could have appeared silently, but he wanted to alert Kara of his arrival if she was there. He did not immediately see her, nor was there any evidence of her. However, a quick search found her in the library apparently reviewing the crystals that contained all the knowledge from Krypton that had been sent with both Kara and Kal-El in their small spaceships.
“Researching something in particular or just feeling nostalgic?” he asked.
“I’m studying Kryptonian female biology,” she replied, looking up.
“I don’t think you’re going to find an answer to your sexual issues.”
“Probably not,” Kara agreed.
“Alex is very worried about you.”
“I’ll send her a message. I was just flying around to clear my head and without realizing it, ended up here. Then I thought I’d review the crystals. Time just got away from me.”
“Uh-huh.” He stepped closer to her. “I’m not sure your parents or mine anticipated a problem such as yours.”
“Probably not.” Kara looked up at Kal-El. “So, what do I do?”
“Find other ways.”
“Oh, that’s brilliant,” she remarked curtly. Thinking about it a bit more, Kara added, “Some of us might just have to come to the realization that we are the only two of our kind on this planet and we need to take care of each other.”
But before Kal-El could respond favorably or facetiously, an alarm sounded.
“What the hell was that?” Kara wanted to know.
They were both back in the main room in seconds, checking panels.
“It’s an alert that a spaceship is approaching Earth,” Kal-El noted after studying the screen for a few moments.
“I didn’t know we had that capability.”
“Neither did I,” Superman said as he studied the Kryptonian writing on the screen. After a short while he explained, “Seems to be old tracking what they call here on Earth ‘software’ designed to follow Kryptonian ships from back in the time when Krypton’s were a space traveling civilization.”
“So, it’s a Kryptonian ship?” Kara asked in astonishment.
“Seems to be.”
“Someone else survived,” she mused. “Wonder why it took them so long to get here?”
“It also seems to be on a crash course,” Kal-El noted.
“Then that confirms its Kryptonian,” Kara said wryly. “All those ships seem to be able to do is crash on Earth.”
Superman merely shook his head in stupefaction over her remark. “Then let’s go after it and guide it safely here.”
And off they went.
As they flew, Kara knew she should not be having these thoughts, but her sex-craved mind couldn’t help hoping that the passenger was a young, virile Kryptonian male her own age who could, and ultimately would, satisfy her. And to her delight, when they were in range, her X-ray vision revealed that the passenger was exactly that. However, when they made contact with the ship that was not unlike the ones she and Kal-El had arrived in, they found him to be unconscious. Fortunately, he did seem to be breathing.
Superman and Supergirl deftly guided the spacecraft to the Fortress of Solitude. They quickly removed the male passenger and laid him in a secure recovery area. In his reposed state, Kara saw a very handsome, very fit specimen of a man.
Almost no sooner than they set him down did he regain consciousness. Naturally, he looked around confusingly. He stared at both Superman and Supergirl upon seeing the two of them.
“Where am I?” he groggily asked.
“The planet Earth,” Superman replied.
“Earth? I’ve never heard of it.”
“Then how did you get here?” Kara asked.
The alien thought for a moment. “I don’t know. The planet was breaking apart. I only remember being knocked unconscious. I awoke a while later in a small capsule traveling in space. Then I lost consciousness again until moments ago.”
“When you became unconscious again in the ship, you were placed in suspended animation for the long space flight,” Kal-El explained. “The same thing happened to Kara and me.”
“Kara?”
“I’m Kara Zor-El,” Supergirl said. “And you are?”
“I am Rom-Un.”
“And I am Kal-El.”
“You are both from Krypton?”
“We are.”
“Did you recently arrive also?”
“I have been here many years,” Kal-El informed him. “I was also sent as Krypton was breaking apart. So, the question is, why has it taken you so long to get here?”
“I did not leave from Krypton. When Krypton was breaking apart, chunks of it were propelled to Argo. Many of us were on those chunks. Some died as the chunks crashed into Argo. I was fortunate enough to survive. However, the barrage of particles from Krypton threw Argo off its orbit. It gradually cooled and froze. Many people perished. Then that planet also started to break apart. That is all I remember.”
Kal-El and Kara exchanged curious glances.
The recovery area in which they laid Rom-Un was secure and could be cordoned off.
“You remain there and relax,” Kara suggested as she guided Kal-El out of the area closing the door behind her. “You buying his story?”
He shrugged. “Aside from the time it took him to get here, the rest of his story is not far-fetched. It is also possible that, like you, his ship veered into the Phantom Zone, and he was stuck there for many years.”
Kara pondered that. “I suppose so. I think we need to keep an eye on Rom-Un. We shouldn’t leave him here alone.”
“I’ve got—”
“I’ll take the first shift.”
Superman eyed her suspiciously.
“You want to?”
He hesitated a moment. “I’ve got—”
“Yeah. So, you said. Go.”
And just like that, he was gone.
Kara returned to the secure area.
Seeing her approach, Rom-Un asked, “I would like to cleanse myself.” It was more of a statement than a question.
“Cleanse yourself?” Kara repeated, thinking his terminology was odd, but then reminding herself he had just arrived on Earth.
“Yes, is there a method to accomplish that?
“After a moment of thought, Kara replied, “Sure, I’ll get you something.” She did.
“What do I do with these?” He asked when she’d handed him the moistened cloths.
“Strip, rub your body down and then let it dry. It will dry quickly.”
“Not what I was expecting.”
“It’s what we have. This isn’t a Hilton Hotel.”
“What is a Hilton Hotel?” Rom-Un started removing his clothes.
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll give you some privacy.”
As Kara’s turned to leave, Rom-Un said, “Privacy was a convenience I didn’t have on Argo, so I didn’t have the luxury of modesty, not that in am not very modest anyway. It would be difficult to be modest around someone as beautiful as you.
Kara turned her head, blushing. “Well, here on Earth, many people are modest.”
‘There are other people?” Rom-Un wanted to know as he continued to undress.
Governed by her persistent sexual craving, Kara did not hesitate to watch him strip. “Yes. We are the only Kryptonians.” She nearly gasped when he was totally nude. She’d only ever seen one other specimen of a man—though she had never seen him totally naked—who was so breathtaking: her cousin. And if that wasn’t enough, then there was Rom-Un’s cock; big, but not oversized for his perfect masculine body. It was a tool that she was certain could give her . . . she meant give a woman . . . it was a tool that could give a woman immense pleasure. Then, to keep the fantasy going, Kara wondered if Rom-Un would have all the abilities that she and Superman had. Rom-Un had lived under the red sun on Krypton, and it was the yellow sun here that gave them their powers. So, it was quite likely . . . but so far, he had not exhibited any. However, he would not immediately know such powers would be available to him.
She continued to watch him, continuing to be aroused, until he finished.
“Do you have other clothes I could wear?” Rom-Un asked, snapping her out of her ruttish trance.
“No. We do not. I’ll have to have Supe—uh—Kal-El bring some.”
He complained, yet he did not don his old clothes.
And neither did Kara turn away.
“Are you and Kal-El together?” Rom-Un asked.
“Together? As in—”
“I don’t know what it’s called on Earth.”
“He’s my cousin. Our fathers were brothers. Why?”
“You seem like a nice Kryptonian. I’d like to get to know you. Your . . . cousin . . . seems a little stiff.
Kara shrugged. “He’s a busy man.”
“Are you going to keep me locked up?”
“Sorry. That’s before we knew who you were.” She stepped forward to unlock the door. “I would appreciate it if you could put something on.”
“You’ve been looking at me. I thought you were interested.” Rom-Un dressed in what he had previously been wearing.
“Thank you,” Kara said, ignoring his observation, even though it was true.
“Can I get something to eat? Don’t know when I last ate.”
“We don’t actually have a kitchen, but there might be something.”
He followed her to another area of the Fortress of Solitude. Surprisingly, she found snack foods: chips, crackers, and the like. Kara was amazed that Kal-El kept such unhealthy bites. She handed Rom-Un a bag.
He tore it open and started munching. “This is good. So, do you have a relationship with any Earth people?”
“I have friends who are Earthlings. But they are only friends. What about you? Did you leave anyone behind on Krypton or Argo?”
“Not really.”
“What do you mean, not really? Either you did or didn’t.”
“There was a woman. We were friends, but the . . . the uh—”
“The what?” Kara impatiently asked.
“The sex was not good.”
Kara smirked.
“You find that amusing?”
“No, no. What was wrong with the sex?”
“She, uh, she just wasn’t very . . . uh, exciting. Not adventurous. But you probably wouldn’t understand that.”
“Oh, I think I do. I haven’t been able to find a man on Earth who can satisfy me,” Kara revealed. “They do not have the same . . . stamina . . . as Kryptonian men.”
“What about Kal-El?”
“He’s my cousin. On Earth, people do not do such things with family members.
“And there are no other Kryptonians?”
“No.”
“Then lucky for you I arrived.”
“What are you saying?”
“Neither of us has had satisfactory sex; me in however long it took me to get here, and you in whenever. I think this is just what each of us needs.”
“You just arrived here, and you expect me to—”
“What else is there to do here? What do you and Kal-El do here? Where is here? Is the entire planet Earth like this? A barren, frozen . . . this is what Argo was like before it broke apart. Is Earth about to disintegrate?”
“No, it’s not. I don’t come here often, so I don’t . . . this is the Fortress of Solitude. It is a place to which Kal-El and I can come to be alone and away from Earthlings. Most of Earth is not like this. Only the planet’s rotational poles are frozen because they do not receive as much sunlight as . . . well, anyway.” Kara knew she was stalling. With her recent sexual encounters and Rom-Un’s physique in mind, she knew that she wanted him. He was exactly what she had wished for. Did she dare? She didn’t know him, but neither did she know the last two guys, except that one Superman had saved. He really didn’t know much about Don either.
Kara found herself drifting toward Rom-Un. He seemed to have an aura about him.
He moved closer to her, placing the side of his face against hers. “I can give you what you need,” he whispered.
Kara wanted to believe he could. Still, she was hesitant. But she was finding it difficult to resist.
Rom-Un pulled back, dragging his cheek gently along hers until their lips met.
She did not resist his kiss. He easily demonstrated he knew what he was doing. She kissed back, her resolve completely dissolving. He was leaning against a counter, and she pressed herself to him, their lips coming together again. Their arms went around each other. And the longer the kiss went on, the tighter their embrace became. Then, their hands set out to explore, his roaming up and down her back, lingering on her buttocks; hers following a similar course.
Kara’s hands slid around from his rear to the front of his pants. She couldn’t help but rub his crotch, and as they passionately kissed again, she worked on undoing his pants. Now, leaning her forehead against his, she latched onto his hard cock and began stroking.
Even though Kara had learned all about Krypton from the crystals that had come with her and Kal-El, none of them addressed how Kryptonians made love, copulated, reproduced, or things like that. So, all she knew was how it was done on Earth. That was the mode she used.
Freeing his dick from the confines of his pants, she gripped it with two hands as she engaged in further kissing.
As she was doing that, Rom-Un reached up to paw her breasts. However, the tough material of her outfit did not offer a comfortable feel. “Does this come off?”
Kara stepped back and had it off in seconds.
Rom-Un pushed his pants down below his scrotum before his hands encircled Kara’s bare breasts.
She moaned. No one had caressed her boobs so tenderly in as long as she could remember. It felt so good, it prompted her to cup his balls.
Now, it was his turn to groan.
When he bent down to suck her nipples, it occurred to her that Kryptonian methods were very similar to Earth’s.
Then it was her turn to lift his shirt off. So aroused was she now, she kissed a line down his chest and abdomen until her mouth encountered his cock, which she instantly sucked in. She had little experience in fellatio, but she did her best, reminding herself to be gentle. However, just having access to a dick like this was better than anything.
Rom-Un occasionally gave minute thrusts to encourage her to continue.
Stroking as she sucked, she was doing what she had seen done, which she could only admit to herself was through voyeurism. When she flew around downtown at night, she occasionally used her x-ray vision to scope out people having sex. Sometimes, she was lucky enough to find people on upper floors of tall buildings with uncovered windows and she would float outside and watch. Even Superman and Alex didn’t know she did that.
Kara had even seen a woman take a man’s entire shaft down her throat. At the time, she didn’t know what the purpose of it was, but she later learned that men liked it. She’d never had occasion to try it until now. Of course, given her abilities, she was able to take him on her first try.
To her surprise, Rom-Un tensed and asked, “What are you doing? Are you going to ingest me?”
With a smirk, Kara released him and said, “Earth men like it.”
“That is not where I prefer to place that part off my body.”
“You don’t like it in my mouth at all?”
“What you did at first was arousing. If you wish to continue, I will not stop you.”
“I have not done this before, but have witnessed it being done, and have heard that Earth men enjoy it, so I wanted to try. I would like to briefly continue.” So, she did, intensifying her actions.
Rom-Un groaned pleasurably. He then grabbed her head to fuck her mouth. “Perhaps I did not give your oral method proper consideration.” He then bent over to kiss her again.
Smiling her pleasure, Kara pulled his pants down to his ankles and relocated his cock between her breasts. She basically moved him up and down to illustrate how to fuck her tits.
“Is this another function Earth men enjoy?”
“It is.”
Continuing to pump, he remarked, “Earth men seem to like to expend their sexual arousal any way they can.”
“Many are quite salacious.”
“So, it would seem. You like that about them?”
“On Earth, it is called being horny. I have not really experienced it with them. You do not enjoy rubbing your dick between my breasts, either?” Kara asked.
“My what?”
She held up his member. “On Earth, this is referred to by many names. The most common are penis, cock, or dick.”
“Very well. The names, as well as the term ‘horny,’ do not seem to have any familiarity. Perhaps in time I will learn to enjoy applying it to different parts of your body.”
“I am not certain how much appeal those methods have to me. However, I have not learned Kryptonian ways, so I employed the ways of Earth.”
“Well, then.” Rom-un grinned, and then quickly lifted Kara up and sat her on the counter. He stepped out of his pants, rendering him completely naked. He peeled off her boots and leg coverings. As up top, she wore no under things. He stared gleefully, hypnotically, at her pussy. “Do Earth men use their mouths on Earth women?”
“They do.”
Without further discussion, Rom-Un bent over and kissed Kara’s pussy as if he were kissing her lips. After a few seconds, he asked, “Is that acceptable?”
“The additional use of your tongue would enhance the experience for both of us.”
He did.
“Mmmm, that’s nice,” Kara purred.
“I am doing it correctly?”
“Almost as though you know what you are doing. You may also use one or two fingers as you would—”
“My dick?”
“Precisely.”
He became more aggressive, making it difficult for her to remain still.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“I am certain. But of all the Earth customs you have introduced me to so far, I am most fond of this one.”
“Then please keep doing it.”
And as he did, Kara began to experience feelings she had not before known; a tingling throughout her body. At first, she was alert, as though when she was about to encounter a dangerous situation. But she just as quickly realized it was the start of an orgasm, so she let it go until a wave of pleasure like she had never known swept through her.
She moaned and wailed and whined and . . . cried . . . something she didn’t know she could do.
Rom-Un halted, concerned by the trembling of her body. He watched helplessly, somewhat concerned that he might have harmed her, until it stopped a few seconds later.
With wide eyes that further worried him, Kara’s expression turned into a huge smile. “That was incredible!” she exclaimed with more excitement than she knew she had.
Rom-Un returned the smile, pleased with himself that he had satisfied her. “I take it that pleased you?”
“More than you know!”
“Want to do it the right way?” Rom-Un asked.
Kara’s face lit up again. “Lead the way.”
He took her hand and led her to the bed they had laid him in to recover. Except that when they reached it, she pushed him down onto his back.
Kara crawled on top of Rom-Un, her face even with his cock. Impulsively, she grabbed it and sucked it, but he just as quickly pulled her up so they could kiss. While their lips were locked, Kara reached down between their legs, again she clutched his dick, but this time she fed it into her wet, burning pussy. She moaned loudly as she slid down on it.
A similar sound rumbled in Rom-Un’s throat, as well.
Still kissing, he immediately started pumping, somewhat furiously, and Kara was amazed at his forcefulness, but not disappointed. A hard fuck was what she wanted. She surprised him by rotating her hips around as vigorously as he was thrusting. However, he did not stop to question her.
To a casual observer, this was rough sex. However, neither was complaining.
Rom-Un wrapped his arms around Kara, and she similarly linked her arms under his so only their mid-sections were moving.
Seconds later, Kara sat up, and Rom-Un’s up thrusts were so powerful, she allowed herself to drift up. When she noticed this, she pulled herself down, not wanting to have to explain her powers to him. A moment later, he sat up also, and she threw her arms around him to continue her spirited ride.
That had Rom-Un so aroused that without realizing the new strength he had, he lifted Kara and flipped her like a pancake over onto her back. He lifted her legs, locking them around his arms to hold them up. He aimed his cock for her pussy and drove it in. He pounded her so forcefully any other woman would have slid across the bed. Of course, Kara understood and held herself in place. He seemed none the wiser.
Whether or not he realized that he was being so intense, he slowed down and pressed his body down on hers. Again, they embraced, now copulating more as lovers than two people fucking their brains out. She considered whispering sweet nothings of encouragement, but he didn’t seem to need it. It had her wondering how long he had been in suspended animation, how much longer it had been since he’d had sex, and did his body even know how long it had been. She also wondered if that time contributed to his current aggressiveness.
Even though he didn’t know it, he was horny.
But it worked for Kara as she now began to feel the beginnings of another climax, which she easily recognized this time. With his fast pace, her second orgasm approached much quicker. And then, just like that, she exploded in a much greater wave of pleasure. Rom-Un continued to thrust and that seemed to extend Kara’s climax, but after a couple of minutes, the thrill faded.
That was also when Rom-Un started moaning and groaning. Kara could also feel the pulsing of his cock which she took as his prelude him coming. In her quest for a satisfying orgasm from a man, she had not considered that such a man would also climax, nor what that would do to her. So, without further thought, she forcefully pushed him away, which not only removed him from her, but sent him hopping to the other side of the bed, his dick spurting cum all over.
Rom-Un mistook that violent move as a partial result of his orgasm. He sat up with a huge smile. “That was amazing! That never happened to me on Krypton.”
Kara saw no reason to correct him because that would also require an explanation of their powers on Earth. “Yes, it was,” was all she said.
“I’m glad you both enjoyed it.”
Kara and Rom-Un turned sharply to see Kal-El standing there.
“When did you get back?” Kara asked.
“Apparently, just in time,” Superman said, not politely.
Kara quickly got off the bed.
Having never seen her naked, Kal-El said, “Please put something on.”
“My clothes are in the other room.” She was gone so fast it appeared as though she simply disappeared and returned completely dressed in her Supergirl outfit just as quickly.
“How did you do that?” Rom-Un asked, completely mystified.
Kal-El shot Kara a look of annoyance. “She’s very physically fit,” he quickly thought to say. With a nod of his head to Kara, she approached him, they left the secure room, and Superman locked Rom-Un in.
“Why are you locking me in?” the alien asked.
“He’s a Pencozxamite.”
“What?” Kara asked in shock.
Pencozxam was another planet in the Rao system along with Krypton, Argo, and Daxam. Kryptonians were generally hostile toward Pencozxamites because of a centuries-old feud between the two.
“Are you kidding?” Kara asked with incredulity, pulling her cousin aside. “How do you know?”
“There were crystals in the spaceship he arrived in. Apparently, when Krypton exploded, much of the debris rained down on Pencozxam and its moon. The moon was hit especially hard, disrupting its gravitational pull. After being ravaged by solar storms, Pencozxam became a wasteland. Rom-Un was an aide to a planetary leader. That leader had this vessel. No explanation where he got it—it is Kryptonian. The leader and other planetary leaders expected Pencozxam to deteriorate, much as Krypton did. So, the leader intended to use the spaceship to escape.”
“And instead, Rom-Un arrives in it,” Kara whispered, hoping only her cousin could hear.
Superman merely nodded and shrugged.
“We should question him,” Kara concluded.
“You think?”
They faced Rom-Un again. “What did I do to deserve to be locked up again? Your cousin consented to—”
“You didn’t come from Krypton. You came from Pencozxam,” Superman said. “There was a crystal in your ship that told of the planet’s impending doom.”
Rom-Un did not respond.
“Cat got your tongue?” Kara asked.
“What’s a cat?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Kal-El said. “You said you were from Argo. You owe us an explanation.”
“Just as when Krypton exploded, Argo similarly broke into pieces when it fell apart. I was again fortunate to make it to Pencozxam. I was also fortunate to be taken in by one man, a planet leader, who treated me very well. In return, I worked for him and was loyal to him. When Pencozxam started to break apart, I felt my luck had run out. Daxam had already been destroyed and there was no way I would survive yet another planet’s destruction, particularly since there was nowhere else to go. My master wanted to escape in the spaceship. I tried to make him understand there was no place to go. But he insisted, and I felt I owed him at least that much. So, I tried to help him, and instead, I ended up in a ship that was supposed to be for him.” He shook his head sorrowfully. “I don’t know what happened. I failed him. Our planet was on the verge of destruction. It was my duty to save him. He’s probably dead now.”
Superman merely shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Your explanation is touching, but it’s only your version. There’s no proof.”
Kara pulled Kal-El away and turned them around. She whispered in case Rom-Un had discovered his enhanced hearing ability. “What do we do? We can’t keep him locked up, and we can’t send him back.”
“Nor do we have any definitive proof that he did anything other then what he said.”
“Why would he even have said what he said if it wasn’t true?” Kara asked. “I mean, if he was guilty of harming his employer, wouldn’t he have come up with a better story?”
“You would think so. But that’s still no reason to believe him.”
“No reason not to, either.”
“You want to, don’t you?” Kal-El asked. “He could be your new fuck buddy.”
Kara didn’t respond because, to some extent, her cousin was correct. The Pencozxamite had been exactly the sex partner she’d been hoping to find.
Her failure to answer was confirmation for Superman. “And I can’t trust you to leave you alone with him again.”
She eyed him with disdain.
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
“He asked if there were other clothes he could wear,” Kara told him. “I said you would bring him something. We also need to get him food until we decide what to do with him.”
“Okay. Let’s tell him.”
Turning back around, Kara said, “We’re going to leave for a bit. To get you clothes and food.”
“And then what?”
“We haven’t decided,” Kal-El said.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” he yelled as they walked away to where they could fly off without him seeing.
* * *
“Where have you been?” Alex asked as Kara she landed on their apartment balcony, Kal-El a second behind.
“Up north.”
“You were there for a while.”
“She had to satisfy her carnal appetite,” Superman said.
With a stunned expression, Alex asked, “You two finally—”
“Noooo!” Kal-El said. He quickly told the story.
“Was he good?” Alex had to ask.
“Yes! As only my own kind could be,” Kara enthusiastically answered. “But we don’t know what kind of . . . person . . . we’re dealing with. Is he a murderer or is the evidence circumstantial?
“How are you going to find out?”
“We don’t know,” Superman said.
“We could use another superhero,” Kara pointed out. “It’s becoming more then the two of us can handle.”
“Another superhero?” Kal-El questioned. “You mean someone for you to . . .”
Supergirl shrugged brazenly. “All work and no play . . .”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Will he have your powers?” Alex asked. “Does he know of those powers?”
“There’s no reason he shouldn’t. We haven’t really displayed any of ours,” Kal-El said. “Nor have we mentioned them.”
“You haven’t really? What does that mean?”
“Kara moved quickly to . . . get dressed. Rom-Un questioned it. I just said she was physically fit.”
“He’s not stupid,” Kara noted. “I’m sure it won’t be long before he discovers what he can do.”
“Right,” Superman agreed. “Which means we should get food and clothes and get back right away.”
“What kind of foods?” Alex questioned.
“Healthy stuff. Fruits and vegetables.”
“Where are you going to get clothes?”
“Salvation Army?”
“Guess I’ll meet you back at the Fortress,” Kara said.
“No. I don’t want you there alone,” Superman said.
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“You want to deny me—”
“Until we know more about him.”
“He’s right, Linda,” Alex said.
“Whose side are you on?”
“Not kinky Kara’s.”
Supergirl shot her sister a curt look.
“You get the food,” Kal-El instructed. “I’ll get the clothes. We’ll meet back here.”
* * *
The super duo easily accomplished their tasks, met back at the apartment, and then flew back to the Fortress of Solitude. Again, landing where Rom-Un would not see them, then went directly to the holding cell.
“He’s gone!” Supergirl immediately noticed.
The door to the cell was partially off its hinges indicating that it had been violently opened.
“Well, that answers that question,” Superman said. “Let’s search in case he’s still here. Maybe he hasn’t discovered flight yet.”
But they didn’t have to look very far before Rom-Un appeared with two crystals in his hand. He appeared cautious. “Sorry. I broke the door to your holding room.”
“How did you do that?” Kal-El asked.
“After you left, I was annoyed that I was locked up like a common criminal. In a fit of anger, I kicked the door, and it flew open.”
“And yet, you’re still here.”
“I did not harm my employer on Pencozxam. I learned of the animosity between Kryptonians and Pencozxamites. But I am not a Pencozxamite. I am Kryptonian. And since I am stuck here on this planet apparently with the only two others of my kind, I think it would be to the advantage of all of us if we can get along. I found these crystals under the seat of the spacecraft I arrived in.” He stepped closer carefully and handed it to Kal-El.
“Under the seat?” Superman questioned dubiously.
“Yes. I was hoping there might be some other evidence of what happened. So, instead of fleeing, I remained.”
Kara looked at Kal-El with a pained expression. She obviously believed Rom-Un’s story and wanted her cousin to, as well.
“Have you looked at this crystal?” Kal-El asked.
“No. I don’t know how.”
With a heavy sigh, Superman said, “The two of you, wait here while I examine this.”
The first was indeed navigational data with only a plotted course to Earth.
The second was much more interesting, providing a complete account of the gradual
collapse of Pencozxam. The planet had been bombarded for years with chunks of
Krypton, Daxam, and Argo. Even the ship Rom-Un had flown in had amazingly fallen to Pencozxam in one piece, still operational.
The final bit of information on the crystal was the planetary leader Rom-Un claimed to
work for, Con-Inx, essentially confirming his story. The elder praised his assistant and said that Rom-Un was more deserving of survival than him. Kal-El read been the lines believing that the leader might have actually feared the unknown fate of the flight.
To play it safe, Kal-El first ran some diagnostics on the crystals to make certain they were not altered, then he searched his own Kryptonian database for information on this leader of Pencozxam. There wasn’t much, but there was a picture of him with his
entourage, and upon enlarging it, a few steps behind the leader was a younger Rom-Un. Zooming in, Kal-El pondered what he was seeing. Allowing for the age of the Kryptonian database he was reading from, the man would now be Rom-Un’s current age.
Also, diagnostics proved the crystals to be genuine.
So, apparently, Rom-Un was exactly what he claimed to be. Perhaps it was now time for a more civil conversation.
When he returned to Kara and Rom-Un, the latter had donned some of the clothes they had brought him.
“This the best you could do?” Rom-Un asked of the jeans and button-up shirt. “This is not like what the two of you wear.”
“It is what men on Earth wear.” To Kara’s questioning expression, he added, “The crystals do confirm your story. Con-Inx believed you were more deserving of survival than he. It’s also possible, he might have feared space travel.” Now, to Kara’s excited expression, he said, “I’m going to leave now, so Kara can teach you all about life on Earth.”
And with that, Superman flew away, much to Rom-Un’s surprise.
“How did he do that?”
“We can fly,” Kara said simply. “This solar system’s yellow star provides us with . . . abilities . . . we did not have in the Rao system.” To his wide-eyed expression, she said, “But first, there’s something we need to do.”
“What is that?”
Kara reached out and cupped his genitals, remembering to be gentle.
Rom-Un looked down as if it was not clear what she was after. “You seem to have an affinity for that part of my anatomy.”
“The anatomy of Earth men is the same as Kryptonian men, but there is a compatibility issue,” Kara explained. “I have not found an Earth man who could . . . so these enhanced abilities that this yellow star gives us also makes us—me—need more than Earth men can give.”
“So, you need to have sex with your own kind—”
“If I want to be satisfied.”
“And the only other man who can satisfy you is your cousin, but he won’t do it with you.”
“That is correct.” She started undressing him.
“You wish to do it now?”
“Very perceptive.”
“I was not this fortunate when I ended up on Argo and Pencozxam. My encounters with females were few and far between. The women on Pencozxamite were not very passionate. Not was you were earlier.”
“Kal-El believes that the yellow sun is what enhanced my sexual libido.” Supergirl took a step back, spun around so fast she was a blur, and when she stopped again her clothes were gone.
“You must teach me how to do that,” Rom-Un said.
“First things first.”
He reached out with his hands on her side to lift her just above her hips, pulled her to him, then eased her down precisely to where his hard cock slid inside her.
“Mmmm,” she responded with a big smile. “I like the way you did that.”
Still holding her, he moved her up and down as though he were lifting weights.
Little did he know that the all-powerful Supergirl was melting in his arms. Kryptonite was no longer her only weakness. With each movement her head just rolled around as though she had no control of it. She put her hands on his shoulders for no particular reason. His grip was so tight she did not need to hold on.
Not only was this method of them doing it, which she could not have had any man on Earth do, but his cock really felt like a steel rod inside her. She knew that hers and Kal-El’s muscles were denser than people on Earth, and that coupled with the yellow sun was what gave them their immense strength. She’d never considered that factor applying to a man’s penis. Did that also mean he could last a long time unlike Earth men who usually lost their erection after ejaculating.
She tightened her pelvic floor muscles and felt the result instantly. She loved that taut feeling, but had never found a man who could handle it. So far, Rom-Un had not complained.
“What did you just do?” he asked.
“I’m using some muscles—”
“I like it! I’ve never experienced anything so . . . tight . . . yet still soft and—”
“Doesn’t hurt?”
“No. It feels incredible. I love it!”
“That’s wonderful! Earth men can’t tolerate it.”
Rom-Un wrapped his arms firmly around her waist, spread his legs slightly, and thrust up with more force than he knew he could.
“Oh yeah. Just like that.” It wasn’t that she liked it rough, she just needed the intensity to get to . . . ahhh, there it was. That wonderful feeling spreading through her body like nothing she had ever known. She threw her arms around him and held him as tightly as he was her. She grabbed his bare ass and held it firmly in place, feeling it pulse, which it did with greater vibration than any Earth man she had ever been with. Finally, as her orgasm subsided, she released him.
Rom-Un resumed pumping when she let him go. He did so steadily and with purpose. With a groan, he pulled out of her pussy but continued to pump between her legs. He growled, and a moment later, she felt a massive amount of his cum coat her labia and drip down her thighs, and it felt wonderful.
He stepped back with a huge smile on his face. “That was amazing! Doing this on Earth is really something!”
“I’ve never done it anywhere else, so I don’t have a reference,” Kara said. “But for me, doing it with a Kryptonian is what I need.”
“What about me with an Earth woman?”
“You will probably eventually have that opportunity, but you will want to discuss it with Supe—Kal-El first as he has done it with an Earth woman.”
“You have previously almost referred to him as Supe, yet you correct yourself,” Rom-Un noticed. “Does he also have another name?”
“Because of our abilities, we have become protectors of the planet. There are Earth people who wish to commit crimes, some violent. We are able to stop them. So, they refer to us as Superman and Supergirl. It is getting to be more than we can keep up with. Perhaps you can help us.”
“What would I be called?”
“I do not know. That is less important than what you accomplish.”
“How will I know if I have the same abilities as you?” Rom-Un wanted to know.
With a grin, Kara cupped his still hard cock mostly covered with his sperm in her palm. “You have already proven it to some extent with your sexual prowess and the fact that you are still erect. By now, an ordinary Earth man would be flaccid. There is another test we can attempt.”
“What would that be?”
Kara led him to an open area where there was no roof. Using her powers, Supergirl levitated her body up above his dick that was sticking out. Grabbing his shoulders, she pulled herself to him until his cock re-entered her pussy. She muffled moaning at the pleasure of it. “Now, push off with your feet.”
He did as she asked, and then, they were airborne. “You will learn to generate a bio-electricity field around your body that you can manipulate to fly.”
“Yes. I can feel it.”
She flew him high up, holding their arms above them and their genitals the only other parts of their bodies connecting them. Several thousand feet up, she let them float.
“This is amazing!” Rom-Un commented. “How do we do it up here?”
Supergirl relocated her hands to his hips and moved him up and down. It was an incredible feeling not having to use any other body parts to thrust and surrounded only by air.
“How about this?” Rom-Un asked. He wrapped his arms around her and interlocked their legs. Pivoting his hips enabled him to pump.
“Mmmm, that is good, too.” That motion caused their bodies to float, and she could see them drifting away from the Fortress. She allowed him to fuck her this way for a couple of minutes, then said, “Here’s what I really wanted to try. Hold on!”
She flew them higher, picking up speed as they went, and that caused movement she could feel in her pussy. With the Fortress now only a dot below them, they drifted over water. She let go of him, leaning back, his cock in her pussy their only connection. It was the sensation she had been dreaming of, feeling only him inside her. With their arms spread out, they floated, knowing they were the only two who could have this unique experience.
“Have you done this before?” Rom-Un asked, his tone of voice a clear indication that he liked it.
“Tried it once with an Earth man, but he let go and he freaked out. Called me some names. If you like this, I’m the only one you can do it with. Do not try this with an Earth woman.”
“I love it! What if we spin around?”
She did that and she could feel his dick also moving around inside her. “Oh, that’s good! I’m going to come.”
“You’re going to what?“
“That’s what they say on Earth when you have an orgasm. You’re going to come.” She stopped their spinning and let out a loud, “Ahhh!” It was a good climax; not really any better than the ones she’d already had with him, but being able to do it up here like this added to the thrill of it.
He remained hard so she didn’t push him out. Instead, she stretched out so their crotches were in a scissoring position such as two women might do. But with his legs extended toward her upper body, she latched onto his ankles to push and pull his limbs.
Rom-Un held her feet, and between the two they accomplished more aerial fucking. All they needed was a cloud to float on. For Kara, the biggest thrill of all this, in addition to the wonderful orgasms she was having, was just drifting in air.
Dislodging from this position, she said, “Get behind me.”
Rom-Un maintained a hold on her body, still not completely confident he could fly on his own and maneuvered into position on her back. He straddled her thighs where they met her hips and forced his cock into that narrow space between her legs and on back into her pussy. Holding her around her rib cage, he was able to effect thrusting while she assumed her normal flying stance and soared through the sky. She was careful not to fly over any land masses such as Svalbard or Greenland and stayed out over the various seas that surrounded the Arctic.
To fly nude with a cock inside her was her ultimate experience on Earth. And then, to feel the electricity of climax spark through her body while doing it was divine.
Rom-Un tilted his head to speak into her ear, “I am ready to come, as you call it.” He pulled out of her, and she felt the length of his shaft pressing downward against her vulva. Glancing down, she could see the tip of his dick sticking out from between her legs with his jism draining out and being blown away by the wind.
Well satisfied now for the moment, Supergirl guided them back to the Fortress. Along the way, Superman was also returning to his retreat and flew alongside them. He made a show of looking them up and down.
Kara glanced at him and grinned.
He merely shook his head piteously.
They all landed simultaneously.
“So, is this what you’re going to do now?” Kal-El asked. “Hang out here and, you know, fly around and . . . see how many different ways you can do it.”
“I was actually explaining to Rom-Un what we do,” Kara explained. “He wants to help. I think it’s time to introduce him to civilization. Let’s go.”
“You might want to put clothes on,” Superman said. “I mean, I know you don’t want to give a flying fuck.”
“Very funny. You should try it.”
“I don’t think it would make Lois feel too good.”
“I don’t know. Really makes me feel like a super girl!
THE END
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