The bell above the door of the pizza shop jangled. A dinner rush or late-night crave, it was hard to determine. The pizza guy was alone, wiping down the counter with a rag that had seen better days.
He looked up and greeted, "Welcome to Gotham Pizza Co!" Huh, he lowkey forgot what the Co in Gotham Pizza Co meant. Hopefully the customer didn't ask. "How may we help you?"
It was a woman that entered and the kind that got his eyes widening. See, this chick was attractive, first and foremost, and walked with a regal grace that seemed utterly out of place on the cracked linoleum floor. A baseball cap was pulled low over fiery red hair and large sunglasses obscured much of her face, but they did nothing to hide the impossible plunge of her black silk blouse. The creamy swell of her breasts was a preview of the divine architecture beneath. This redhead, she was a queen playing at being mortal, and failing spectacularly.
'Oh…'
He also knew who this queen was. The pizza guy stopped wiping. The rag made a soft thump as it hit the counter.
"Hello again," Queen Mera greeted.
"Mera." Her name was a breath, a prayer, a memory of salt spray and the groaning of an old lighthouse keeper's bed. "You're… here."
Did she take a taxi or something? How did she find this place? Or, wait, was it a stupid question to ask considering she was a bonafide superhero? She probably used a magic spell to track him down.
"I was in the neighborhood. I found myself craving a… conversation." Mera's majestic eyes, just visible over the rims of her glasses, drifted down his frame, and he felt his balls tense up from their last encounter. "And perhaps a dat—"
Date? Was that what was she going to say before the door bell jingled again. A new voice, bright and sharp as a shard of kryptonite, cut through the steam-filled air.
"Hey! Is my super-sized veggie supreme ready? I'm literally starving."
Kara Danvers strode in, all sunshine and power in a white cotton sweater and blue jeans. She even had a black purse hanging off her shoulders. The college woman's smile was brilliant until her eyes landed on Mera. The wattage dimmed, replaced by a flicker of something hot and possessive. Her gaze dropped to Mera's chest, and a tiny, almost imperceptible frown tightened her features.
"Oh, Kara, hey. I, uh, I don't think you ordered," the pizza guy said.
"I know, I know, just…joking," Kara said, her tone cooling several degrees. She adjusted her glasses. "I didn't realize you had a customer."
She squinted. Kara was acting like she should have been able to see her. Weird.
'Mera's footsteps didn't make any noise. I guess she's using magic to hide herself? She is supposed to be undercover and stuff.'
The pizza guy's rationalization was right on the dot. Mera turned toward the blonde. She didn't need to adjust her posture; her sheer presence was a challenge. "I am. And you are…?"
"Like I said, a customer."
Mera only nodded curtly. "Hm."
"A loyal customer, actually. I come here everyday. The pizza is to die for," Kara said, her eyes narrowing slightly although still smiling. She leaned against the counter, intentionally placing herself between him and the Atlantean queen. "Underrated place. I suppose you agree?"
"...I do."
The air grew thick, charged with a tension he could practically taste. These two were…something. They were two different kinds of perfection, and they were currently using him as an invisible rope in a tug-of-war.
He felt a bead of sweat trace a path down his temple. Overwhelmed was too small a word for it. 'K-Kara, should you really be messing with her? She's a queen…'
Oh yes, she should pizza guy, because your cute Kara was not all that she seemed—and Mera, who was only a vague acquaintance to the Super Family—could only squint and suspect.
The phone rang, its shrill cry a welcome interruption. He snatched it up. Saved by the bell. "Pizza Panic!… Yeah… Yeah, got it. 22B… Ten minutes." The pizza guy hung up, the receiver clicking back into place with finality. He looked between the two ladies. Damn, they were hot. "Gotta make a delivery. Now."
He practically fled into the back, the heat of two pairs of incredible eyes burning into his back. He focused on the dough, the sauce, the cheese, constructing the pizza with everything he had.
'What should I do? They're out there, I'm the only one managing…' He sighed. 'I wish the boss was here…'
But he wasn't. He went to the front and the ladies instantly snapped to him.
"Well?"
"I smell pizza."
Their remarks intersected. Mera had her arms crossed and Kara was tugging on her bag. They were waiting for him very eagerly.
"Umm…I kinda have to go—"
Mera raised a brow. "Ha?"
Kara faked a smile. "What?"
"Yeah, just in ten minutes. I'll try and make your pizzas in the meantime—"
"No need."
"Yep, me neither."
…huh? They even exchanged suspicious looks. The pizza guy didn't get it at all. "A-are you sure, we have coupons—"
"Nope."
"We're good."
What was this synchronisation? What was going on? As much as he wanted to ask and protest, he bit his bottom lip and turned on his heel. The pizza guy boxed the pizza, grabbed his keys, and pushed through the back door into the alley where his car was parked.
And stopped dead.
Sitting in the passenger seat of his poor-quality car was Queen Mera, having made herself at home. Leaning against the driver's side door, waving with a single hand, was Kara.
"Oh! Um, what are you two doing here?"
"You seem flustered," Mera purred, adjusting her sunglasses. "I thought you might need a navigator."
"And I'm just making sure the navigation doesn't go somewhere it shouldn't," Kara added, her tone sweetly poisonous. "I hope you don't mind~"
He blinked, he glanced at Mera, then the box of pizza in his head and shrugged in defeat. "S-sure, just, um, don't touch anything." He slid into the driver's seat, acutely aware of Mera's leg mere inches from his, the scent of her perfume—like ocean depths and night-blooming flowers—filling the small space.
Kara sat in the back seat. She didn't seem all too pleased there.
The drive was a silent battle. Every time he shifted gears, his knuckles brushed against the sleek silk of Mera's thigh, and he heard her soft, satisfied intake of breath. In the rearview mirror, he saw Kara's jaw tighten.
He pulled up to a swanky high-rise. The same highrise he had been to for many, many times now. "Back in a sec."
He got up, went to the trunk, got the pizza box, and went over. He glanced over, making sure the ladies weren't following him.
They weren't. Phew. They might get pissed if they saw what was going to happen…
Knock, knock!
Politely, he knocked on the metal door. The pizza guy readied himself and his dick. This apartment and this place, it was within the top three most apartments within the store's history. It was…
"Ah, finally!"
There she was—Starfire, in all her glorious, unashamed nudity. Her skin glowed with a healthy tan, and her vibrant red hair tumbled over her shoulders, failing to conceal her full, magnificent breasts. She beamed, her emerald eyes sparkling.
"Pizza-man!" Starfire chirped. She swept forward and wrapped him in a powerful, warm hug, pressing his face directly into the treasure cove that were her breasts. Soft and pillowy, it was total heaven. He pulled the cardboard box in time to stop it from being crunched between them. "Welcome, welcome! Your sustenance has arrived exactly when I needed!"
She pulled back, hands on his shoulders and just beaming. His eyes were level with her nipples, then up to her green eyes. "No problem. Um…that'll be eighteen-fifty."
"Ah, this time, there is no need to come inside!" She released him, unconcerned with her state of undress, and turned to grab her wallet from inside a coat on the rack. He kept his eyes firmly locked on her pussy as she bent over. It was a short, two-second stare since she quickly turned back around.
"See? And counting…here!" Starfire said, handing him the money and a ten-dollar tip that was far too generous.
"Any time."
The door closed. The pizza was handed. He gave a weak wave at the metallic door and beat a retreat back outside. As he walked to the door, the image of a completely naked, stunningly beautiful alien princess burned into his retinas.
He slid back into the driver's seat, the door clicking shut with a sound that seemed deafening in the new silence.
The air in the car had changed. It was no longer just tense. It was arctic.
He risked a glance to his right. Mera's expression was unreadable behind her sunglasses, but her lips were pressed into a thin, dangerous line.
"So, um…"
It wasn't like they saw, right?
Right?
…right?
He looked into the rearview mirror. Kara was staring straight ahead, her blue eyes glowing with a faint heat—or was that his imagination? Her hands were clenched into fists on her knees.
Mera spoke first after taking off her sunglasses, her voice colder than the Atlantic depths. "Is that a… regular occurrence?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Kara's fists looked like they could crush stone. "That orange bitch…"
"K-Kara?"
Whatever rage was within her pupils was immediately washed over with faux joy. "Oh, nothing. Just wanted to ask about the customer. We…can smell her perfume. Smelled...expensive."
She could smell that? Really? Huh, Kara sure was incredible.
"And it seems she gave a nice tip too," Kara added.
"She's a good tipper, yeah," he offered weakly.
Kara's voice was deceptively calm, a predator's purr. "I'll bet she is."
Mera slowly reached up and removed her sunglasses. Her eyes, a startling and fierce shade of blue, locked onto his. "It appears we need to have a much longer conversation about the company you keep."
From the back seat, a low, dangerous hum of energy began to vibrate through the car's frame. "Yeah," Kara said. "We really do."
The silence in the car was a physical thing, a thick, icy tension that made the air hard to breathe. He could feel the heat of two furious, jealous gazes boring into him.
Mera was the first to shatter it. Her voice was quiet, yet it carried the weight of a tsunami. "Turn the car around. Now."
"Oh, that's rich," Kara snapped from the backseat. "Since when do you give the orders?"
"Since I saw a… a naked orange distraction mauling what is mine," Mera hissed, turning in her seat to level a glare at Kara.
'H-how did she…?'
"Yours?" Kara laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. "I was here first. I know him. I know what he likes. Do you? Or are you just a tourist slumming it on the surface?"
He gripped the steering wheel, nervous. "Um, ladies?"
"Yes?" they said in terrifying unison, their eyes flashing back to him.
"Should I start driving or, um, do you want me to drop you two home?"
Silence.
Mera's expression softened into something far more dangerous: a predatory smile. She unbuckled her seatbelt. "He is overwhelmed. The energy of two women of our… caliber… is a lot for any mortal man." Her hand landed on his thigh, her fingers squeezing possessively. "Perhaps he needs a demonstration of where his attention should be focused."
Kara's hand shot forward from the back, her grip like steel as she grabbed his shoulder. "Don't you fucking touch him."
"Or what, little girl?" Mera said, not breaking eye contact with him. "Will you break the car? Reveal yourself to the world? Or perhaps you're just jealous because you know you cannot compete."
Break the car? What was Mera talking about…?
"Compete?" Kara's voice dripped with venomous sweetness. "I could break you in half with my pinky."
"But can you make him scream my name with it?" Mera's fingers began a slow, torturous crawl up his inner thigh, inching toward the growing, undeniable bulge in his pants. "An Atlantean's throat is far better suited to meet a man's needs than any other species."
"M-Mera, wait, should you really be telling her…?"
That was all the permission they needed. The pizza guy's seat was pushed all the way down and he yelped.
"You want to play it that way?" Kara snarled. She was in the backseat and she took her seatbelt off. She dragged the pizza guy all the way back so that he could sit in the middle. "Let's play. Let's see who he really wants."
Suddenly, both ladies were upon him. Kara to his left, Mera to his right. An ordinary college hottie and a literal queen of Atlantis.
It…didn't make sense why this was happening. They hadn't seen Starfire. They shouldn't have known…!
But they did. Somehow, they did.
Mera's fingers finally found their target, palming the thick length of him through his black pants. "Mmmph… there he is. The king I would gladly betray a throne for." Her other hand worked his belt buckle open with an expert clink, then the button of his jeans. The zipper came down with a harsh rrrrrip that echoed in the confined car space.
Kara's hands joined, pushing the pants and the boxers down his hips. The cool air of the car hit his heated skin, and then he was free, his cock springing up, half erect and impossibly thick, a veined monument to the insanity of the situation. Kara's glasses were nearly knocked off.
For a heartbeat, a simultaneous, greedy gasp erupted from both women.
Ten inches of cock. Ten inches of the man they were completely addicted to. Ten inches of cock that was already riled up by Starfire…!
The pizza guy flushed. "S-sorry."
"Fuck…!" Kara breathed, her competitive fury momentarily replaced by respect and want. Her eyes flicked up at him and she smiled softly. "There's nothing to be sorry about. Really. This thing is…perfect as it is." She swallowed, smiling. Her blue eyes inched near his cock. He could feel the air. She seemed to want to kiss. She seemed to only see the veins and the size and everything that made his cock big and worthy. "Just…perfect."
Mera's eyes glowed with triumph. "A cock worthy of a queen." She didn't wait. She dove down, her fiery red hair cascading over his legs, and took the swollen head into her mouth.
The heat of her throat was instantaneous and sublime. Her lips formed a perfect, wet seal around him, and her tongue, impossibly soft and agile, slithered and swirled around the crown, lapping at the precum already beading there.
"No fair!" Kara pouted. She pushed Mera's head aside—earning a muffled sound of protest—and claimed the mushroom cock for herself. The pizza guy was surprised she could move a Justice League member at all.
"K-Kara—!"
The blonde's technique was different: less finesse, more raw hunger. She took him seven inches deep. She was much tighter, less slithery, but more forceful and faster. She took down ten inches of semi-erect cock and held him in her throat without gagging.
But then he hardened. Kara's blue eyes twitched. As he throbbed, her eyes widened and she had to retreat.
Mera saw the opportunity and she wouldn't be outdone forever. She focused her attention lower, her hands cupping and kneading his heavy balls while her tongue traced every throbbing vein along the underside.
"Tell me, young man," Mera murmured against his skin, her breath cool. "Do you prefer the desperate hunger of a girl… or the skilled worship of a woman?"
Kara pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lip to his shaft. Partially because it had gotten so big and partially to respond to Mera. "He prefers not having a traitorous fish-wife's mouth on him."
Kara attempted to deepthroat him again. She failed. Mera was one step faster.
"Your jealousy is so predictably human," Mera said, and then she engulfed him again. The wetness of her throat was just different. It made him groan. Hearing this, Kara glared at Mera. Every groan earned a stronger glare. The Atlantean took him so deep her nose pressed into his pelvis. The feeling was incredible, her throat muscles massaging him in rippling waves.
"H-hey, you can't just keep—grrrr!"
The moment Mera lifted up to bob his cock, Kara dipped down to please what little of the bottom of his cock existed. In that moment, reality felt fake. A blonde with glasses and a redhead with big tits were servicing him.
Big tits that were on his thighs…
"Nggh!"
Soft, strong hands gripping his thighs…
Oh, and the blowjobs and deepthroats. Those were the crux of everything but the tiny details. The glasses that were at the tip of Kara's nose and the squished boobs of the queen, they were details that made him throb and pulse. His sack had this masculine need to just cum on them.
"M-Mera...!"
A sack that was having circles drawn by the Queen of Atlantis. She had this determined look in her eyes too. She drew a circle on the sack between the testicles, then on top of the testicles themselves. She just stared too, until Kara required a break from deepthroating his cock.
They traded him back and forth, a greedy, competition of pleasure. Kara would take him with fierce, deep strokes and Mera would then reclaim him with slow, sensual sucks, her ocean-blue eyes locked on his, her tongue doing witchcraft on his frenulum.
"Who's better?" Kara demanded, her voice husky.
"Yeah," Mera echoed, pulling off just enough to speak, her lips glistening. "Tell us. Who makes your monstrous dick feel better?"
The pizza guy could only moan. He tangled his hands in Mera's silky red hair and then in Kara's golden locks, thrusting upwards. He didn't know how to answer, even though there was a near objective answer. All he could do was gasp, thrust, and feel their tongues lashing over the tip of his cock. They were no longer blowing or sucking, only wanting an answer.
"It's me, right?" Kara asked. "I can deepthroat your cock way faster—!"
"I do it with passion!" Mera exclaimed.
He felt the pressure coiling and tightening in his balls. "I'm… I'm gonna…"
Mera had already sensed it. Elbowing her in the side and with a victorious glance at Kara, she deepthroated him completely, burying his entire length down her throat until his hips shuddered against her face.
Kara cursed but it was too late. The pizza guy was cumming. Ropes of hot cum pumped directly into Mera's waiting throat. She swallowed effortlessly, each convulsive gulp milking him for every last drop, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss.
When he was spent, Queen Mera pulled back slowly, licking her lips clean with a final, satisfied, "Mmmnpfh~!" Not a drop was wasted. "The perks," she said, her voice a little hoarse, "of an Atlantean physiology."
Kara stared, her face a mask of furious arousal. "You… you swallowed his entire load?"
"Every last bit," Mera purred, looking utterly victorious. "A tribute from me to him."
"That's it," Kara said, her eyes flashing with a new, determined fire. She grabbed the hem of her cotton sweater and pulled it over her head in one swift motion, revealing her toned stomach and a simple but effective black bra that showed her firm, athletic breasts. "Blowjobs are one thing. But the real test is here."
Mera's smile was savage. "A superb point." Her hands went to the buttons of her silk blouse, opening them with deliberate slowness. "Let us see which heaven he truly wishes to fuck himself raw inside. Yours or mine."
The competition was heating up—and so was his cock. So his phone's shrill ring was a brutal, unwelcome interruption.
Brrrring! Brrrring!
It sliced through the thick, sex-heavy car, and the pizza guy flinched, the spell broken.
Brrrring! Brrrring!
"Oh, for Rao's sake," Kara groaned. Her pupils begged him not to take the call, blown wide with lust. "Mmm, come on, let's just finish this."
"Er…."
Mera let out a low, frustrated growl that sounded like the deep ocean groaning. "Ignore it."
Brrrring! Brrrring! Brrrr—
He groaned, a sound of genuine agony, and fumbled for the phone in his pocket. "I… I can't. It's the shop. It's my job." He answered, his voice hoarse. "Pizza Panic… Yeah… Okay… Got it."
The stare he received during the call could have killed a man.
"Umm...yeah, be right there."
He hung up, the cheap plastic phone feeling like a lead weight. He looked at the two stunning, half-naked women glaring at him, their expressions a mixture of fury and desperate need. "I am so sorry. I have to… I have to go make a pizza. Delivery."
"C-come on, you can't just leave," Kara said, well and truly begging. Her bra was still on, so it wasn't as tough as he thought it would be to resist.
"A pizza," Mera repeated, the word a curse. "You would choose dough and cheese over me?"
"It's not a choice! It's my responsibility. I… I have rent." He was already pulling up his pants, tucking his still-throbbing, wet cock away, zipping up with a frustratingly mundane sound. He gave them both a truly pained, sheepish look. "I'll be right back. I promise."
As the pizza guy pushed the ladies aside to crawl to the driver's seat, there were only flabbergasted expressions in return.
"W-wait…Pizza Panic…?" Kara joined him at the front, only so that Mera couldn't take it again. "I thought it was called Gotham Pizza Co?" There was a concerning amount of suspicion in her voice. Weird…
"W-well, we have a couple online shops too. Mostly on UberEats. Pizza Panic is one of them."
"What?" She sounded much both scared and confused.
"It's like a fake name. It's kinda common for small businesses, you know? It's not like the people who use UberEats will go and visit the shop. Whenever they do, we just say it was the old place. They buy our pizza anyway."
Kara blinked. She stared. "S-so you're really…this isn't some, I dunno, elaborate villain plan?"
The pizza guy looked at her in concern. "Huh? Villain plan?"
Kara went red and looked away. "N-nothing, forget I said anything."
"Are you sure?"
"Y-yeah, just, uh, joking. Haha, yeah, joking."
The pizza guy cocked his head. Well, if she said so. He started driving. He actually started driving. Mera huffed and crossed her arms. At the same time, Mera eyed Kara. "Hm…"
And Kara…
Kara just chuckled. Rolling down the window, she sighed and laughed. The pizza guy didn't get why but she seemed to suddenly like the drive. Weird, really weird.
***
He was alone. He was working. Pizza guy was doing pizza guy stuff.
The moment he started though, he regretted it.
He should have just fucked them. The heat of making pizza…it was a lot less enjoyable than the heat of a blowjob or sex. Or pounding a chick doggy-style while fingering the other. He sighed. He moved on autopilot, grabbing a ball of dough, slapping it onto the floured surface. The sauce splashed. The cheese scattered. He did everything right.
His mind was a million miles away, replaying the feel of Mera's expert throat and Kara's desperate, powerful sucks. When they entered the shop, the girls had given him pizza orders. It almost felt like a punishment.
The kitchen door creaked open.
He didn't look up, assuming it was Tony. "Hey, sorry Tony, this is—"
"It's me."
He froze. That voice. It was Kara's, but… different. Deeper. More authoritative. He turned slowly.
Supergirl stood there, in full costume, the famous 'S' crest bold on her chest. Her hands were on her hips, her cape draped perfectly behind her. Her expression was a storm of frustration and something else… nervousness?
"S-Supergirl? O-oh wow. Oh, um…" Instant nerves crept up on his fingers. He stopped working altogether. Why in the world did he think that was Kara? Was he losing his mind?
"I… um… I need to talk to you," Supergirl said, her voice losing some of its heroic resonance, becoming more familiar.
He just stared, the shredder hovering over the pizza, a pile of cheese slowly melting onto the heating element.
"O-of course, anything for you!" He was almost tempted to take his cap off and link his hands together like a soldier or something.
"See, the thing is… Mera was going to tell you. She threatened me. It was either I leave you alone forever, or she'd… she'd reveal my secret first." Supergirl took a step forward. She brought her hands up to her face, and with two deliberate motions, she put on a pair of large, black-framed glasses and pulled her hair back in a fake ponytail. "It's me."
He blinked. The glasses. The pulled-back hair. The change in posture. "Kara?" he breathed, the connection slamming into him with the force of a freight train.
"Yeah." A soft, hopeful smile touched her lips. Then, with a flash of mischievous boldness, she grabbed the hem of her short blue skirt and hiked it up to her waist, revealing the clean-shaven, glistening pink pussy beneath. "See? It's the same pussy you've been fucking for weeks. The same one that gets so fucking wet for you. The one you told me was the prettiest fucking cunt you'd ever seen last Tuesday after you came all over it."
"H-huh…?"
The shredder in his hand tipped. A cascade of cheese missed the pizza entirely and poured onto the blazing hot deck oven.
"Oh, shoot, the pizza!" he yelled, scrambling to grab a peel.
Supergirl was faster. She took a quick, sharp breath and exhaled a precise, frigid stream of air. Fwoooosh! The oven's heating elements groaned in protest as a layer of frost instantly coated the errant cheese, stopping the smoke. The pizza itself was now perfectly, magically cooled.
"O-oh. T-thanks Supergirl—I-I mean, Kara. Supergirl. Kara."
She laughed. She then lifted her skirt again and showed him her bare cunt again. "So? Your thoughts?"
"It's um…"
Hot? Sexy? Erotic? That Kara Danvers, the alluring nerdy girl was also Supergirl? And that he got to bang both of them without knowing.
"Awesome," was all he could say, and Kara giggled.
"Thanks~!"
The back door opened again. Mera strode in, her regal composure back in place, though her blouse was still provocatively unbuttoned. She took in the scene: Supergirl with her skirt lifted, the pizza peel he was putting down, and a frost-covered oven.
"So," Mera said dryly, leaning against the doorframe. "The cat, as they say, is out of the bag. My leverage is gone." She looked at Kara. "I suppose you revealed yourself to preempt my threat."
Kara—Supergirl—let her skirt fall back into place, a blush creeping up her neck. "Yeah. I did."
Mera's gaze slid to him. "And? Does the knowledge that you've been splitting the Kryptonian's pretty little cunt open for months change anything? Does it frighten you? Intimidate you?" Mera was pushing on the negatives. Kara's face fell a little and even her skirt lowered still. "Isn't this…a betrayal?"
Betrayal…
Trust…
He looked from the symbol of hope on Kara's chest to the fierce tone in Mera's eyes. He thought of Kara's shy smiles and Supergirl's fierce passion. It all clicked into place. A slow, bewildered laugh escaped him. "Honestly? It just makes a whole lot of sense. The… enthusiasm. The stamina."
Kara's face broke into a radiant, relieved smile.
Seeing her now—fuck, it should have been obvious to him.
Mera rolled her eyes, a queen profoundly bored with the obvious. "Wonderful. The mortal is enlightened. Now, the real question remains." She gestured between herself and a now-beaming Supergirl. "You have the Queen of Atlantis and the Last Daughter of Krypton in your filthy pizza shop, both of us dripping and desperate to be ruined by you. Do you truly intend to make us wait any longer for this… pizza?"
"Well, Kara wanted an XL veggie and you wanted a—"
"Do we really want pizza?" Mera interjected. "Do you really think we want pizza? Us? Queen Mera and Supergirl?"
"Uh…"
Supergirl only giggled. This time, she was on-board and not going to be generous enough to give him an explanation.
He looked at the perfectly salvaged pizza. He looked at the two most powerful, beautiful women on the planet, both watching him with unbridled lust.
He made his decision.
The pizza guy didn't say a word. His hands went to his waist. The button of his pants popped open and the zipper came down. He pushed the denim and his briefs down his hips in one smooth motion.
His massive cock, already half-hard from the earlier interruption, sprang free. It bounced once, then stood at full, rigid attention. Thick, veiny, and everything they could have wanted. It was immense, twelve inches of pure, eager flesh.
The reactions were immediate and glorious.
Kara let out a sharp, greedy gasp, her blue eyes widening. "Fuck. There it is again…everytime I see it…X-ray vision doesn't come close to capturing its size…"
Mera's lips parted in a soundless, hungry sigh, her tongue darting out to wet them. "Mmmph… A true king's scepter. I knew it."
The two most powerful women on the planet exchanged a glance that could have melted steel. A silent, predatory understanding passed between them. Without a word, they turned away from him. They walked over to a kitchen counter.
They bent over.
Out of all the places in the world, for the one male in the world, Supergirl and Queen Mera bent over and openly displayed their pussy here. In Gotham City. To this random bloke with a big dick.
The pizza guy swallowed.
Drip, drip. Pre-cum began to rain from the lengthy tip of his pipe.
Bent over the stainless steel prep counter, Supergirl's iconic red-cape-clad backside arched in a perfect, tempting curve. Her skirt was already lifted, all she needed to do was toss the cape to the side and voila!
Supergirl's pussy.
The blonde glanced over her shoulder, her blue eyes burning with need. "Come on, delivery boy. Time to deliver something way better than pizza."
Mera was not outdone in any sense. She was positioned right beside Kara and her voluptuous Atlantean form was more lush in curves. Bigger tits, wider hips, more arch of her spine. The biggest difference was their asses: Supergirl had a fatter and more toned ass. It seemed to jiggle as she wobbled her hips left and right.
Mera did not want to lose though. She pressed her chest against the cool metal, her red hair cascading down her back. "Choose a hole. Which heaven will you claim first?"
His heart hammered against his ribs. The choice was paralyzing. The Kryptonian goddess or the Atlantean queen. Both were offering themselves to him, a lowly pizza guy. The pressure was immense.
He looked at Kara, at the nervous hope still lingering in her eyes from her revelation. She'd trusted him with her greatest secret. That meant something.
"Supergirl," he said. "I wanna fuck Supergirl first. To thank you. For telling me."
A brilliant, triumphant smile spread across Kara's face. Mera's lips formed a delicate, disappointed pout.
Gulping, he stepped up behind Kara, his hands gripping her hips. The red and blue of her suit was stretched taut over her incredible ass. He ran a hand down the cleft, feeling her shudder.
This pussy…was going to get ruined.
He planted the fat, dripping head of his cock at her entrance. She was already so wet. Fuck, he couldn't hold back. At the same time, he glanced at Mera. Was he really going to fuck Supergirl while neglecting Mera?
No. He could do more. He would do more.
The pizza guy gripped her hip with one hand, and on a pure whim, he brought the other down, his fingers finding Mera's waiting, neglected pussy.
Mera jolted at the sudden contact, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. "Mmph! What are you—oh!" Her complaint was cut short as he pushed two fingers deep inside her in one smooth, brutal thrust. Squelch!
At the exact same moment, he drove his hips forward, burying his entire twelve-inch length into Kara's incredible, Kryptonian-tight cunt in one devastating stroke. Schliiick! CLAP—!
Kara's back arched violently. "Oh my god—!" She moaned. She gasped. To a woman who could perceive light itself, this sheathing was a long, long moment. She shrieked and gasped and frothed with saliva. "FUUUUCK! YES! RAO, YES! FILL ME UP!"
Then the second thrust occurred and it was complete pleasure and overwhelming sensation. Supergirl shrieked and slammed an arm down on the metal. There was a massive dent. Her pussy tightened but simply could not stop him. A third thrust, a fourth thrust—
"OH RAO, OH RAOOO~!!!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Thisdickthisdiiick~!!! W-w-waiiit!"
She was Supergirl.
She was instantly losing.
How? How? How?
Mera's initial indignation also vanished, replaced by repeated shocked moans. The pizza guy's fingers were magic inside her, curling and searching, stroking a spot deep within her that made her toes curl. "Oh, by the seven seas… what is that—!?" She whimpered. She actually whimpered. She threw her head back and tried to look at him, only for her eyes to roll back too. "Oh, fuck! Oh, in the name of the gods—don't stop!"
He fingered Queen Mera while his hips slammed into Supergirl's gripping, wet cunt. There was no thrust that didn't make her gasp or moan or shriek. Mostly shriek. Mera tried to maintain her dignity, Supergirl didn't.
"Rao, this cock—Rao, this cocckkk! I'm sorry, I can't LIVE WITHOUT THIS COCCKKK~!!! I CAN'T STOP CUMMING FROM THIS COCCKKKKKK—!"
Probably because she had fucked it more. There were stronger and deeper withdrawal symptoms. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth was agape, her saliva splattered and gurgled in her mouth before spitting back out as she slammed her head forward. Supergirl came again and again and she looked utterly ridiculous.
Supergirl didn't care either. She just didn't.
"THIS IS THE DICK OF MY DREAMMMS!!! BEST! DICK! EVERRR!!"
She couldn't slam back either. It was all the pizza guy. It was all him.
His hand worked Mera with equal ferocity, his fingers pistoning in and out of her dripping channel. His thumb then teased her clit and there was a loud, distinct gasp.
"Y-you think you're all that, don't you?" Mera grunted. "Not even using y-y-your cock! Being better than my husband! You like your fingers fucking this royal cunt! Is that it!?"
Not really, but…
Schlick, schlick, schlick!
His fingers did their thing.
"Yesss!" Mera hissed, her own hips bucking back against his hand, fucking herself on his digits. "They are… unnnh… they are so much better than my husband's pathetic cock! Fuck! His dick is a worthless, tiny minnow compared to your magnificent fingers! Hngggh~!!"
Hearing the Queen of Atlantis debase her own king for him sent a new wave of power through him. He fucked Kara harder, deeper, his balls slapping against her booty. What a toned ass it was. It didn't jiggle but it had this softness to it. He loved it. He loved his balls just smacking against this alien booty.
The rest of the male world mourned that they could never see up Supergirl's skirt. But he was the exception. He was more than the exception.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Kara was unraveling. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, showing only white. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, drool dripping onto the counter. She was babbling, incoherent with pleasure. "Cumming! 'm cumming again! 's the eighth one! Ninth! Fuck! Tenth! Don't stop! Break me! BREAK YOUR SUPERGIRL!"
Her pussy clamped down on him and the Kryptonian orgasm that milked his shaft pulled him inexorably toward his own end. He couldn't even grunt, he just gasped, felt her tighten up and suddenly he was cumming. He could feel her warmth flooding around him.
"DO IT! PUMP IT! GIVE ME EVERY FUCKING DROP!" Supergirl screamed to the world. It didn't matter that Mera was listening, only he mattered.
He slammed home and let rope after thick rope of his cum fire directly into her alien womb. Flooding her, marking her from the inside. Kara's body seized, a final, cataclysmic shudder wracking her frame before she went completely limp against the counter, her breath coming in ragged, exhausted pants.
"Huff….huff…." Kara gasped and tried to not look completely demented. "R-Rao…c-can't…feel…my legsshh…."
He pulled out of her with a wet, messy sound. A torrent of his viscous white baby batter immediately began to drip down her thighs.
He turned, his cock glistening and still rock-hard, to face Mera. The queen was panting, her face flushed, her own thighs slick from his expert fingering. Her emerald eyes were wide with desperate, unfulfilled need.
"Finally my turn, hm? Yes, yes, t-that's good. I need it. I need your god-cock inside me. Now." Mera used both hands, spreading her own pussy lips wide for him, presenting her dripping, pink entrance. "Take your queen. Fuck this royal cunt until I forget my own name."
These chicks…
'They're kinda crazy, huh? Guess you have to be, to be a hero.'
With a polite smile, he took one step to the side and drove into her in one continuous, deep motion.
Mera's reaction was instantaneous and primal. Her head flew back, a guttural, unchained scream ripped from her throat that was nothing like her usual regal composure.
"YYYYEEESSSS! THERE! THAT'S IT! THAT'S THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES ME CUM!"
Fingering was VERY different from fucking. Very.
"OH YES, OH YESSS, OH YESSSS~!!"
With a cock, there was this heat. With a cock, an Atlantean vagina could lather and trace the veins. With a cock, there was this fullness.
Her Atlantean pussy really was different than the Kryptonian's. Genuine biological differences. It was deeper, wetter, a crushing, velvety pressure that welcomed him like a homecoming. He set a relentless pace, pounding into her with everything he had.
Each thrust forced another choked cry from her lips.
"Oh yes, oh yes, OH YESSSSHHH~!!" For Mera to start slobbering and slurring over her words was nearly biologically impossible. She swam for a living. She lived for swimming and taking in water.
So what was this?
"MAKINNG MEE CUMSSHSHH!! CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMIIING!!"
This was a matter of mental domination. His dick was breaking her mind. Throwing every memory she ever had of Arthur Curry down the drain. Making her stupid because all she wanted to be was stupid when getting fucked. It made her feel happy. It made her this.
It was a self-perpetuating cycle, really. To be stupid was to be in bliss. To be in bliss was to get fucked. To get fucked was to be stupid.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Hence why the most staunch, loyal married woman was betraying her husband. Because of bliss. Because of peace. Because of everything the pizza guy brought to her world.
"Is this… unnh… is this what you needed, your highness?" he grunted, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise a lesser woman. He slapped her ass. "I'd like an answer!"
Logic returned right then and there. His orders had to be obeyed.
"Yes! Fuck! This cock! This is the only cock! The biggest! The best! Paired with the fattest, richest balls! Aaaah! I obey only this! I moan only for this!" she screamed, her words dissolving into mindless sounds as he pounded her toward her climax.
He could feel her tightening, her inner walls beginning to flutter wildly around his shaft. "You gonna cum, Queen? You gonna cream all over this delivery dick?"
Mera was a MILF. Her cunt reacted stronger because she had a plethora of experience and she knew what she was doing. She knew what her body was like. She knew. She just knew, or at least she thought she did until she met this dick.
This dick made her fat white Atlantean ass jiggle and her voice become lost to a state of sorryness. It made her seem like a whore rather than a queen.
"I'm—I'm— NYAAAAAH!" Mera's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, a convulsive, full-body seizure that made her claws scratch grooves into the steel counter. "HNGGGHH~!!"
Her pussy clenched and gushed around him, a warm flood of her release. Unlike the Kryptonian pussy which manually drained his load, this was merely a matter of time. He gasped, buried himself to the hilt, and came for the second time, his own release joining hers in a torrential downpour inside her.
Spurt, spurt, spuuuurt!
He pumped her full, until he was spent and empty.
He pulled out, staggering back.
The sight that greeted him was one for the ages. The Queen of Atlantis and the Last Daughter of Krypton were bent over the pizza prep counter, their legs trembling, barely able to hold themselves up. Their arms were stretched forward, gripping the opposite edge of the counter for dear life.
From between Supergirl's thighs, the thick, white stream of his cum had already made a complete mess of the floor—and it didn't seem like there was an end to it. The actual pink flesh of her alien pussy was completely blocked by the white of his spunk. It was ridiculous.
Drip… plop…!
From Mera's well-fucked royal pussy, an even greater and fresher flood was cascading out, a viscous, gooey river of his seed flowing down her legs in huge, globby waves. Sloosh… drip… plop!
They were completely fucked. Helpless. Pathetic. Two of the most powerful beings on the planet, utterly conquered and claimed by a normal human and his big cock. Their chests heaved, their eyes were glazed over, and soft, continuous moans were the only sounds they could manage.
The pizza guy rubbed the back of his head. "What a mess. This is going to take a while to clean up…" He sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Tony is going to kill me…"