#sskinner155

AN: This is hands down the dirties fic I've written. But I'm tired of the evil superman harem fis so here's one that still has a see Clark or Kal-El.

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Tonight is the night. Nearly a year in the making; first the vetting then the social meet and the learning, getting yourself ready for this night. You had taken the day off and the following for recovery. You had your wax appointment moved to earlier this week, you did an everything shower this morning, you even went to the salon to get your hair just right. He had sent you a package a couple weeks ago, the first sign that it would finally happen. The package had come with instructions, what to expect and two options for tonight.

Option one. A bright red sexy silk teddy. It fit perfectly stopping at mid thigh and an equally sexy matching robe. It flatters your curves in a way that shocks you, you had only met him four times prior and he found something that matched you so well.

Option two. A risque two piece lingerie. The whole thing much more visual stimulation then anything else. A perfect blue, cup less and crotchless. A couple straps connecting the top to the bottom and a pair of matching blue stockings. You owned exactly one pair of sexy clothes and it was amateur hour compared to this. Everything about you is exposed in this, and something about your ass and cunt hanging out but your legs clothed felt embarrassingly hot. Late in the evening after getting the delivery you had turned your lights down low and posed with it on in front of your mirror. Feeling yourself and getting so excited that you pulled out your favorite toy; the one that could suction cup to the floor and watched your breast bounce wildly and your knees get sore.

The clothing came with the instructions to wear whichever one you felt most comfortable in. You liked that he gave you the option, took your comfort in mind. You had gone back and forth which one to wear? The teddy is more your style but the two piece made you feel sexy in a way that you often didn't. Never in your life would you choose to be so exposed to a man but he's different. He's not like other men. He's Superman and he chose you.

You took the test before getting dressed. Brushed your teeth and touch up the mascara. Setting the positive ovulation test on the card that instructed you too. Being a member of Superman's harem is a honor. Thousand of women all of the world had fought for a place and you got in. The group in this part of the country is small, the largest number being in Metropolis of course. You meet up with the women every week, and would discussed everything from the weather to life to your shared partner. Part of your duty was image control and publicity some helped in the hero capacity keeping their eyes and ears open. Other working on the logistics of maintaining such a large net work of partners.(They're the ones who helped you prepare for tonight) You help out with child care and a few of the women you've gotten even closer to and considered them friends. Two were here the other night getting the room ready, cleaning your bathroom. Buying you a fresh pair of sheets, that they washed first to strip the newness and give them your scent. Another, one who you babysit for regularly because she lives in the apartment two blocks down from you had swung by a dropped off some food for after, water with electrolytes, lotion to help sore muscles and an extra bottle of lube.

"I know you've been preparing yourself for him but he really is as big as everyone says." She had said. Your face had gone so red and you started giggling like a school girl.

You decided on the two piece. It it bold and so different, and sexy. Pulling up the stockings and buttoning them in place you turn on the speakers and an instrumental playlist starts. Turning off the over head lights and dimming the lamps. You don't want it too dark, You did want to see him. Getting into the bed you arrange the pillows falling back on them. You position yourself then reposition yourself trying to find the pose you want him to see you in. You weren't sure how he'd arrive. Through the window or front door? You relax, resting your eyes and arms. Listing to the sound of your heart beating. The heat of your skin and the wetness at your cunt.

Tracing over the small button that connects the stockings to panties, rubbing your thighs together. Your hand roams further up your legs forming around your nicely waxed mound. There's still a bit of hair, trimmed and shaped like a triangle pointing down. Your fingers glide over the shape and you are amazed out how smooth the naked part of the skin still feels. Tucking a finger down between your thighs still very much squeezed together you press your opening. Slick and wanting, heat spilling from your cheeks and moving down your neck to your shoulders.

Biting your lip you press your finger in, your walls tight and hot. You've got into the habit of touching yourself regularly. Preparing like the others told you but also embracing pleasure. Exploring your body you had once considered embarrassing. You spread your legs open, giving yourself unobscured access to your cunt. Eyes closing you push a finger to the hilt add another and start fucking yourself.

He could probably hear you doing this. Maybe he was already watching. He liked watching his women, pleasuring themself and each other. You knew this. You had been in a few group gathers as such. One of the women, a cute redhead with tan skin and pouty lips licked your pussy while you bit on the lips of a tall, lean dark skinned women who squeezes your breast. He watched as several of the women, the ones who had already given him children put on the straps and showed off their fake cocks. Molded after his. He also partook. Taking one women after another holding them to him and spreading their legs showing off their cunts. Playing with them, complimenting them. Then he fucked four of the women. Got to see him put a baby in all of them. He fucked them stupid.

You moan, remembering his blue eyes, his powerful thighs, his gritting groans. Pulling your hand free you grab one of the toys you have arranged on the side table. Taking the egg that has a cord that sticks out and connects to the remote you turn on the shift two buzz. Your toes curl and you drop your head back.

A strong audible tapping comes from the window. You open teary eyes and focus them to the man outside. You live on the twelfth floor, no balcony, you do have a fire escape but it's on the living room window. Kal-El pushes the window up. He floats through it moving up and dropping back down onto the floor. You had expected the Superman suit but he is dressed casually. Dark jeans held up with a belt, white undershirt and an open button up collar shirt a mossy green.

You instinctively close your legs the vibrating sound of the toy deafening. His hand comes to your knee and he speaks in a calming excited voice. "Don't hide yourself let me see."

With thin lips and fingers clutching the sheets you part your legs. Showing off your perfectly groomed pussy, dripping wet and the toy slowly slipping out. Your pussy pulses trying to keep it in place but with a puk it drops to the bed. Kal-El's hand glides down your leg picking up the toy with his long slender fingers, with a smile he pushes it back into you and his palm holds it in place.

You moan. He was touching you. Cupping your cunt while a toy vibrated hard inside you. Your walls squeezes around it loving the feeling but it wasn't scratching the full itch. His other hand came to your hair and tucks it behind an ear. His finger slides down your jaw and tilling your head up.

You've seen him do so much with theses hands. The power behind them. To protect and love. You're breathing heavily, heart pounding. Nerves yes but also want, anticipation. You've been dreaming of this day since you became one of Kal-El's women. The day he fucks you and puts a baby inside you.

"I've been waiting for my night with you. You look…" He stops releasing a hard breath his eyes taking in your exposed breast, the pad of his palm pushing down on your cunt. "All ready have your cunt ready for me."

Dropping your head back you whine feet pushing into the sheets. Your hand comes to rest on top of his, its warm and soft and you can't picture another man ever toughing you here ever again. This cunt was his and only his.

"She's a greedy cunt." You say. "The toy isn't enough."

He smiles. "We'll have to take care of that."

He unbuckles his belt pulling it free and undoing his pants. He pulls both his shirts off and folds them. You bite back a smile as he tucks it on the chair. He picks up the ovulation test and the list of acceptable sex acts you like. He had a list too of sex acts he likes. Sure the goal is making a baby but you can still get freaky.

Kal-El comes to the bed and swings himself right on top of you. He sits on his knees spread out wide garbing you right under your knees and pulling you down resting them on his thighs leaving you open to him completely. Taking the toy by its tail be pulls it out of you. Turing it off and dropping it to the ground. He replaces it with his finger pushing one in all the way.

Gripping his arm you groan, the finger going deeper then the toy had been and thicker. His mouth finds yours and the two of you are kissing. He's gentle, more so then you expected but still hard. His teeth sharp, his tongue greedy. It became sloppy quick, any hope of romantic longing kisses turned to the wayside. His finger pushes into you fast hitting the spot you need, tears in your eyes already from how good it feels.

Squirming under him, pressing your legs but unable to because of him. His big beautiful body. Hard, muscular, soft and malleable. He breaks the kiss and looks down at his finger and spits. Right on your cunt. He adds another finger and your eyes go to the back of your head and your screaming. He doesn't stop pistolling into you until you stop writhing.

You relax your body still floating. Kal-El gave you a sweet smile removing his fingers. "Sorry." You say wiping at your forehead.

"Don't apologies. I like to know my women are enjoying themselves. Besides that's just one of many."

You laugh. "How many are you going to give me?" He stretches up to lay beside you and you rest your hands on his bare chest.

"How many can you handle?" He asks his eyes playful. You think for a moment. You know he can last a long time. He can have multiple organisms in a singe rendezvous. But you want to be realistic.

"At least four."

"Three more to go." He kisses you his hand coming to cup your face and you smell his aftershave. An earthy musk smell comforting as it lingers in your nose. Pulling away you ask.

"What do you want me to call you? Kal-El? Superman, Kal?"

"Any of them are fine. Most like to use Kal-El or Kal but some like to role play Superman."

"Okay. Kal." It felt so informal but then again you were practically naked and he did just have his fingers up your pussy.

"Turn onto your stomach." He says getting up. "I want your ass up." He floated up and over you landing back down on the side of the bed next to the dresser and all the toys you had chosen for today and he looks between them. Doing as he said and got on your knees, ass up. Right on the edge of the mattress. Your breast dangled, the sheets tickling your nipples and the cold air hit the sloppy mess of your cunt. The tingle of want coming back.

His hand comes sliding over the stockings you wore, his fingers pressing into the buttons. "The buttons are cute. I think I like them better than the guarder claps." He follows the strap up to the underwear. "I love the way women's legs look in pantyhose. Even with a pair of the most unless panties it gives a leave of sophistication." Well that explains the fashion choice among the other women.

Both his hands grabbed your cheeks and separate them. Heat burns up your body, your pussy twitching. His thumb starts teasing your asshole. The moan is throaty, you raise your ass up almost chasing the touch. He presses further the tip of his thumb going in. You jolt, your head snapping back. True with your pussy and now your asshole, someone else's finger always feels better.

"Be careful. I haven't added any lube."

"E…eat it." You say looking back at him. His eyebrow raises and with a wicked grin he relies.

"My pleasure."

His mouth tickles across your ass, his fingers digging into the fat. You drop your head down to the pillow and wrap your arms around it your breath caught in your throat. His tongue glides over your hole and you tenses. Biting your lip so hard it hurts.

With the tip he circles, around and around, stopping going the other way. You choke out a sob your toes curling in. His lips encompass you and he's sucking, and biting, and licking and kissing. You cover your mouth first with your hand but you're still to loud so you bite the pillow. Rocking into him, his tongue sliding into you. It's shocking, it hurts in a pleasurable way. Hot and thick, never have you describe a tongue thick.

His hand comes down and he rubs his finger over your slit. He plays with your pussy and tongues your asshole. Your skin is burning, your knees sore already but you don't stop. Don't stop rocking, don't stop moaning. You feel slobber spilling from your mouth. His thumb presses into your clit, he bites your left cheek.

"Kal! Ka…" You can't focus his mouth finding the next play thing. Your cunt drips, his thumb catching the wetness and pushing back into your clit, hard before giving you relief. His lips leave your hole and you think he's done but then the cap of the lube opens and the cold wetness spreads over you. Using the fingers of his other hand he rims your opening, coating you and his fingers.

"I'm going to use one finger. Get you ready. Okay."

You nod. And one finger goes in. Slow, to the first knuckle. You gasp. He twist and presses and pushes further in. You move to your elbows, straightening out your spine. He kisses your lower back.

Kal-El now has fingers in both your holes and you wonder if he is seeing it. What does it look like your cunt and asshole full. He pushes again to the hilt. And with the fingers in your pussy he starts pumping into you. Your head drops and you watch your breast sway under the motion.

"Kal." You whisper. Your muscles spasm. Thighs and ass clench, a cold relief comes over you as you spray all over him. You're breathing heavy and he leads you down till you're lying flat.

"Two." He says with a dimpled smile. You groan out a laugh.

"I don't know if I'm prepared for the next two."

"Do you want to stop?" He asks.

"What? No, we still, you haven't…"

"I don't want you to extend yourself to hard. There's always next time."

You grab his hand turning to your back and pressing it to your stomach.

"I want a baby. I've always wanted to be a mom and now I can. With someone who is good and sweet and protective. A little girl or boy. Please don't stop."

Kal-El smiles. He rubs your stomach and you can't wait for when its swollen and your feet hurt and the spare room is finally a nursery. He bends down and kisses your cheek and says. "Okay. I'll go clean up. Drink some water and get comfortable." He walks to your bathroom and you get up. Taking the bra piece off but leaving the panties and stockings. With a wet wipe you clean yourself up and grab the fancy water. Your skins getting a bit clammy going from hot sex to cool down. Grabbing some muscle lotion you rub it on your thighs and shoulders.

His hands take over for you rubbing over your shoulders and down your arms. His heat fighting off the chill, his mouth kissing your neck. You can feel him pressed into your back. He had discarded his pants. Everyone had told you he's huge, you had seen it before. But feeling him is different.

Kal leads you back to bed. He wraps you in his arms and falls back. The two of you are kissing, his hands touching you everywhere. Your hands go into his hair, grab his shoulder, feel up his pecks and biceps. You rub your pussy over his cock, feel him twitch and see Kal's eyebrows crumble at the pleasure. You relish in seeing this man succumb to you. You grow boulder biting at him, feeling the strength he displays everyday in subtle ways. Rolling onto your back he follows coming on top of you his legs spreading yours apart.

Pulling away he reaches over and grabs one of the several bottles of lube. You laugh hearing one fall to the floor and his soft 'shoot'. You take in his full naked chest. He sits back on his legs and the 'pop' of the bottle echos in your ears. The lube drips down onto his cock and your cunt. The whole bottle spent under his grip. He toss it to the floor.

One hand wraps around his cock stroking in slow movements of his wrist. His other hand with the brush of three fingers over your cunt spreed the lube around. You buck your hips up and he push all three in rotating them back and forth, pushing further.

"Kal…hmm." Your breathing gets heavy and there's a weight on your chest. "Kal…please. Please put a baby in me."

"I got to stretch you out first. Got to get this cunt ready. Got to take good care of her, this is how our baby will enter the world." He starts fanning his fingers out stretching you even further. It hurts but you moan anyway because it's him doing it, not you or one of your toys or one of the other women.

He's watching your cunt swallowing his fingers so greedily his thumb rubbing along your pussylips and the head of his cock poking against you. You grab the headboard above you scratching at it. His forth fingers enters and you swallow the moan. His whole hand is nearly in your pussy. It brought a whole new term to fist fighting.

"Fuck. Kal. Please…I-"

Kal hushes you. "I know you want it. You want my cock? You want me to fill you up with a baby." He removes his hand and then you feel the tip. Hard, balboas and pushing through. He's thick and long but your pussy is desperate for this particular itch. She flutters for him the lube making her a slip and slide. He opened you beautify the weight of him settling like you were always met for his cock.

Tears slip down your eyes. It doesn't hurt it just feels so good. He wipes at the tears with the back of his hand. The only clean part. In the dark his eyes seem to be glowing and you wonder if that's just something he can do. Glowing blue eyes.

He grabs you by the thighs. Your feet go over his shoulder and he's lifting your backside up off the mattress. With both hands you grip the bottom of your head board and a pause he takes one of the pillows and inserts it between your head and the head board. He's thrusting into you.

The sound of skin hitting skin and the squeak of your bed frame get dawned out by your moans. It feels so good, him splitting you open and filling you up. His face blends in concentration and pleasure. His eyebrows crinkled together, his mouth open in desire. He says your name fast, hard like a snap. Your heels press into his shoulders, feet wrapping around his neck.

He goes faster and your head hits into the pillow. You close your eyes and just feel you body. The sweat, the tingle in the back of your legs, the swollen ache of your cunt, the zap in your skin leaving the hairs standing. Kal grabs your legs from under the knees and pushes them down and open. Fucking you in a whole new angle.

You grab his face and kiss him. Begging for it. "Yes. Yes. I want it. God!"

You come so fast and hard that you're crying and Kal licks at your face. He continues.

Above you are floating. Is he flying? You think but no you watch yourself and Kal-El below. He has rearrange your positions and you are sitting in his lap his hands holding you at your waist and he's fucking up into you. He has fucked you into on out of body experiences. You see yourself drool and your blathering incoherently. You're not even sure how you've managed to keep hold of him.

"Yeah, baby, I love seeing myself inside you." You've snapped back to your body, your mouth wide open, rocking like your just his rag doll. He's hitting the place you need and the tension is building up again. So close to the last one.

"Put it in me Kal. Put a baby in me."

He thrust once, twist and on the third holds you down. You feel it. His cum shooting into you. Your head tips back and your body goes limp. Your fourth organism has truly taken you out. There's so much inside you, it has no choice but to spill out.

Kal rearranges you. With you rear facing the headboard and your feet pointing up. You had heard doing this after sex help the chances of pregnancy. Kal wipes at your face and brushes the hair back. You feel like you're moving through jello, even though you're not moving at all.

"What happens next?" You ask.

"I'll clean you up. If nothings going on I'll stay here and take care of you. Or we can call one of my women if you prefer their support."

"No. Getting pregnant. What do we do now."

"Oh, we'll it'll take a few weeks, but you take a pregnancy test and if everything good we'll put you down as mother to be in the roster. We'll get the necessary ready and prepare for a baby."

"And if I'm not?"

"We will try again. It doesn't always happen the first time."