The first thing the Queen of Atlantis felt was the warm, solid weight of a male's arm draped across her waist. The second was the crisp, salt-tinged morning air cooling her bare skin.
The married woman's eyes fluttered open to the soft, grey light of dawn filtering through the lighthouse's panoramic windows. She was curled on her side on a makeshift bed, her back nestled perfectly against…
Someone that was not Arthur. Not her husband.
It was the young pizza delivery man. His deep, even breathing ruffled the strands of her hair. For a long, luxurious moment, Mera just lay there, feeling. Not thinking. Not planning. Not being a queen. Just being. The pure, unadulterated sensation of a superhuman body utterly spent and completely at peace. It…didn't seem possible. Not with being queen. Not with their schedule. Arthur insisted they had to save stamina for royal work or superheroing. They could never, ever let loose. Mera especially could not.
A faint, delicious ache pulsed between her thighs. 'One hundred ninety-three times.' The number was absurd. With Arthur, it was a delicate, almost clinical process, a duty that occasionally culminated in a quiet, distant shudder. Last night…last night, a Mariana Trench had opened up inside her. A seismic shift in her very understanding of what her body was capable of.
'I seriously can't believe I orgasmed one ninety-three times…my whole marriage with Arthur, I mean, our total would have been thirty-something. We were so busy and he was never…'
Her ass felt the twitch of a cock. She flushed.
'Like this.'
Arthur didn't have the kind of pipe that she could feel when it was completely flaccid. Atlanteans already had smaller penises than humans and were biologically tiny when flaccid because of swimming. Something, something, evolution. So all her life, Mera only saw tiny flaccid penises. In textbooks, in glimpses, whatever.
This human, however…
Mera carefully extricated herself from his hold. She stood, stretching her arms high above her head, her spine letting out a satisfying series of soft pops. Her long red hair cascaded down her naked back, and she felt a surge of primal, feminine power. She glanced over her shoulder at the sleeping man. He was magnificent in his stillness, one arm thrown over his head, his face relaxed and younger in sleep. And there, between his legs, was the source of her ruinous bliss. Even soft and at rest, his cock was a formidable thing, lying thick and heavy against his thigh.
"Far bigger than Arthur's could ever be…"
Was it a human thing? She didn't know. She didn't want to know.
A smile, genuine and unguarded, touched her lips. She wasn't waiting for anything. There was no knock nor a grunt from her husband to get the day started.
Mera felt… happy. It was a simple, profound feeling she couldn't remember ever experiencing upon waking. There were no scrolls to review, no dignitaries to appease, no kingdom to rule. There was only the sleepy silence of the lighthouse and the naked, incredible man lying on the floor.
She padded over to the forgotten pizza box. Next to it was a smaller bag. See, when she had recovering in between creampies, the pizza guy went out. "I wonder what he brought back…ah." She peeked inside and laughed, a soft, melodic sound. A bag of chips, seven miniature bottles of orange juice from a gas station, and gum. A feast for commoners. It was perfect.
She brought the food over near the window and sat, folding her legs beneath her. The movement made her full breasts sway, and she caught sight of herself in the glass of the window—a reflection of a wild woman, a queen turned nymph, sitting naked, and about to eat cold pizza for breakfast.
This humanness thrilled her.
The rustling of the paper bags woke him. The pizza guy stirred and woke up, stretching his limbs like a great cat. His eyes found her, and that easy, familiar smile spread across his face. "Oh. Morning, Your Highness."
At this point, there was no confusion about what happened. No remark about how this might have been a dream. It was his reality.
"Good morning," Mera greeted, her voice still husky with sleep. She watched him as he sat up, the muscles in his abdomen and shoulders flexing. His morning erection was already beginning to stir, thickening and rising from its nest, but he made no move toward her. He just sat there, gloriously nude, and reached for a container of pizza.
He sat on the bed, Mera sat near the window. They ate in comfortable silence, the only sounds were the cry of gulls outside and their chewing. He devoured his slice in three huge bites and she found herself mimicking him, eating with her hands, not a care for etiquette. The grease shone on her fingers and she licked it off, catching him watching the movement of her tongue. A flush of heat, entirely separate from the morning sun, warmed her skin.
"You are staring," Mera said, a playful challenge in her tone.
"Apologies," the pizza guy replied, his eyes roaming freely over her body. "Is it a crime in Atlanta?"
"To leer at the king's wife? Nonsense. We pick attractive attire for a reason."
"So you want your commoners to try to have sex with you?"
The crude, honest compliment shouldn't have pleased her so much, but it did. It made her feel seen not as a monarch, but as a woman. A desired woman. "Maybe."
It was then that a tinny, buzzing sound cut through the quiet. The pizza guy frowned, digging through the pile of his clothes until he found his phone. He looked at the screen and sighed. "Oh gosh, that's the shop. I'm super late."
The spell was broken. The real world, with its schedules and responsibilities, intruded upon their perfect, naked bubble. He began to pull on his pants.
A sudden, fierce possessiveness shot through Mera. This was it. The end. She wouldn't let it be a clumsy, clothed goodbye. She rose to her feet, a queen once more, but a queen claiming her final tribute.
"Wait," Mera commanded, her voice soft but absolute.
The pizza guy paused, his jeans halfway up his hips, and looked at her. She walked over to him, her nude body a study in confidence and grace. Her eyes dipped down, taking a long, final look at his cock, now softened again but no less impressive, hanging thick and long between his legs.
She reached out, not for his cock, but for what hung beneath it. She cupped his heavy balls gently in her hand. These fat nuts had nutted in her more times than her husband. She massaged them with a tender, possessive touch, her thumb stroking.
The pizza guy let out a soft, sharp gasp.
She met his eyes, her gaze intense and unwavering. "Your cock hangs low. Lower than any man I know." She gave his sac one final, gentle squeeze, a silent thank you to the source of her pleasure. "I will never forget about you, or the feel of you inside me."
Then Mera rose up on her toes, pulled his face down to hers, and kissed him. It was not a kiss of passion, but of sealing a memory. A perfect, bittersweet stamp on the most incredible night of her life.
When she pulled away, she saw the dazed look in his eyes. With a graceful wave of her hand, she summoned moisture from the palms of her hand. Two gentle whips of water coiled around his discarded shirt and shoes, lifting them and deftly dressing him, pulling the shirt over his head and guiding his feet into his sneakers with a quiet shhhhp and a slip.
"O-oh wow. Uh…" He looked down at himself, fully dressed by magical water, and let out a breathless laugh. "Thanks. That was…"
He gave her one last, long look, a smile playing on his lips that was equal parts awe and disbelief. "No need to thank me," said Mera. "You made my night."
"R-right. Oh, and, uh, by the way, I went and got you some clothes. You know, for your spy stuff."
The pizza guy pointed and Mera followed his gaze. Indeed, he had bought her clothes. She sort-of blinked. "Huh. Was I really out for that long?"
"I, err…I guess there was a lot of…cum," he trailed off, turning red. "A-anyway, good luck, Your Highness! I hope you save your husband."
"I as well."
Permission granted in the form of a smile, he turned and walked out of the lighthouse, the door clicking shut behind him. Mera stood perfectly still, listening to the crunch of his footsteps on the gravel outside fade away, followed by the cough of an engine starting and the sound of a car pulling away.
She glanced at the clothes again. As much as she wanted to fetch them…
Thud!
She dropped to her knees. This whole time, her legs had been desperately trying not to shake.
"G-good gods…!" Mera whimpered. "That human and his cock…I-I can barely feel my legs…!"
This was going to take some time to recover from…
***
He emptied his balls last night. That much, Mera made certain of.
At least until he was given a call from Starfire. His supposedly empty balls were refilled by her voice and the prospect of seeing her again.
The familiar cardboard box felt flimsy in his hands. He adjusted his grip, the warm aroma of garlic and cheese doing little to calm his nerves. He'd made this delivery several times now, but the destination never failed to send a jolt of pure, undiluted adrenaline straight to his balls.
'Right before getting out of my car, I jerked off and blew a load. Just in case. Don't want to get a boner in front of her.'
Poor pizza guy. His biggest struggles these days were meeting hot, naked aliens and trying not to bust at the sight of them.
He knocked on the high-tech reinforced door.
Because yeah, it just got reinforced. Weird. Super weird. Then again, this wasn't the first time he had knocked on a steel door. There was this one paranoid dude that was paranoid of the Joker gassing him. Gotham City was like that.
The door hissed open instantly, and there she was. 'Fuuuck.'
Starfire, in all her orange-skinned, emerald-eyed glory, stood completely, blissfully naked. A brilliant, welcoming smile was on her face, but his brain couldn't process it, not when it was so utterly short-circuited by the breathtaking vision of her body. Her long, fiery hair cascaded over her shoulders, brushing against the lush, heavy swell of her fucking enormous breasts. They were perfect, full orbs with dusky pink nipples that peaked in the cool air of the hallway. His eyes, against his will, dragged downward, tracing the sleek muscles of her flat stomach, the gentle curve of her hips, and the entirely exposed, intimate slit of her pussy clearly visible, and she didn't so much as twitch to cover herself.
"Ohh, you're here!" Starfire chirped, her voice a melodic joy. "You are precisely on time!"
Before he could mumble a response, she surged forward and wrapped him in a powerful, crushing hug. The pizza box was squashed between them, but he barely felt it. His face was buried in the impossibly soft, warm valley of her cleavage.
"Mmmph."
His entire body went rigid.
Starfire released him with a giggle. "Please, enter! The money is inside!"
He stumbled across the threshold into the hallway, his feet moving on autopilot. This was place was otherwise a normal apartment in Gotham. His balls were a roaring static of oh my god oh my god oh my god. Just as he was trying to form a coherent thought, a door down the hall opened.
Steam billowed out first, followed by Raven.
The emo goth chick was nude, a dark towel clutched in her hands but doing nothing to cover herself. Droplets of water glistened on her pale, almost porcelain skin, tracing paths down her slender frame. Her small, pert breasts, tipped with tight, dark nipples, were exposed to the cool air. His gaze, wide and horrified at his own inability to look away, dipped lower, past her narrow waist, and he could see the delicate, pale slit of her pussy lips, clean-shaven and utterly vulnerable.
"Huh?"
This was an apartment she shared with another woman. Not wearing bras, not wearing clothes, it was natural.
So when Raven looked over and saw a living, breathing male here, her grey eyes widened. She made a mistake.
'Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.'
A deep, crimson blush instantly flooded her chest, neck, and face. Raven made a small, choked sound in her throat and took a sharp step back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. The loud thud echoed in the sudden silence.
Starfire just laughed, a bright, tinkling sound. "Do not mind Raven! She's shy! I suppose humans are like that." She shook her head. "I don't really get it. On Tamaran, the form is a thing of beauty to be celebrated, not hidden away!"
They kept walking. The pizza guy kept following until they were in the living room. He kept his head down and just followed her to the kitchen. When he looked up he finally found his voice, a dry croak. "Y-yeah. Uhm." That'll be…"
Twenty-four fifty was the amount.
Thing was, he was desperately trying to look anywhere but at the naked alien princess standing a foot away from him, which is why his eyes landed on the other occupant of the apartment. He was in the kitchen, which was openly connected to the living room. And who in there near the couches and TV? A stunning Black woman with dark brown hair styled in cute twin buns and honey-blonde highlights. She had not noticed the pizza man until now. Really, it was a fascinating coincidence that neither noticed the other until this very second.
"Oh." The black woman was wearing a tiny, high-cut yellow bikini bottom that hugged her curvaceous hips and a matching top that struggled to contain her impressive chest.
The pizza guy didn't didn't know it but this was Karen Breecher AKA Bumblebee.
Karen blinked her large, surprised eyes at him.
"Oh! Uh, hello," Karen said, her voice upbeat but slightly flustered. She quickly finished tying the top behind her back. It seemed that the TV had been used to toss over bikinis. Were they…trying new bikinis?
'G-guess it's girl night or something,' he thought.
"Hi," he managed to grunt, fumbling for the receipt printer on his belt, his eyes magnetically snapping back to Starfire's bare breasts. He needed to get his money and get the hell out before the massive, sleeping giant in his pants decided to wake up and announce itself.
"Karen and I were deciding on the perfect attire for my date with Dick this evening!" Starfire announced, completely oblivious to his internal crisis. She gestured to a pile of fabric on the couch and floor. "You have perfect timing! A male perspective is just what I require."
"Oh, I really don't think—" the pizza guy started, but Starfire hopped over the kitchen counter and was already holding up two minuscule bundles of fabric.
"Which one speaks to you, dear?" Starfire asked him directly, holding one in each hand. "The violet, which is the color of my heritage?" It was a barely-there set of purple strings and two tiny triangles that wouldn't cover a fraction of her areolas. "Or the crimson? I like the fire and power in it!"
The red one was marginally more substantial, a sheer mesh that promised to reveal more than it concealed.
The pizza guy stared, his mouth agape. The blood in his body was making a decisive, rapid migration south, and he could feel the familiar, dreaded tightening in his jeans.
'No no no no—'
He pressed himself up against the kitchen counter to hide it. The throbbing pressure of his dick was building, an insistent, aching swell that threatened to strain against the denim.
"Uh," he stammered, his voice cracking. "The… the red one?" He pointed a trembling finger at the mesh bikini.
"Come, come!" Starfire released the bikinis and walked over. She hooked an arm around his, boob pressed, and guided him out of the kitchen and into the living room.
How…how could he stop her? Why would he stop her?
When she released him, Starfire beamed and went back to the sofa. But then her glowing green eyes drifted downward to the very obvious, very large bulge now tenting the front of his pants. It was a fucking monster, already pushing nine inches flaccid and straining for more. The pizza guy was frozen, his entire face burning with a humiliation so complete he thought he might pass out.
Karen was shell-shocked. "W-wow…t-talk about…"
Talk about what? Talk about what? Oh god, this was bad! It wasn't just one woman, it was two! W-would they get offended?
'Am I going to get a complaint? Is this the end of my job!?'
Starfire just blinked, her head tilting curiously. Then, a sweet, understanding smile spread across her lips. "Ah! I see your body agrees with your choice! That is a wonderful compliment where I am from!"
O-oh. Right. Alien culture.
'Thank you Starfire…!'
Starfire giggled some more and leaned forward conspiratorially, her magnificent tits swaying. "And if I may be bold," she giggled, a musical, filthy sound, "you are far bigger than my boyfriend! On my planet, seeing a more hung man can be a valid reason to break-up! Oh, but don't expect me to break up with Dick! He may be smaller than you but I still love him."
A beat of stunned silence hung in the air after Starfire's comparison. The pizza guy's face was on fire, his mind a frantic mess of arousal and sheer, unadulterated panic. Before he could formulate a single syllable of a response, Karen's upbeat laughter cut through the tension.
"Well, damn, Kori! Don't leave me out of the judging," Karen said, her voice a smooth, playful melody. She snapped the band of her yellow bikini bottom against her hip with a quiet thwip. "If we're getting a second opinion, I want one too. This little number is cute, but I've got a red one that's just fire."
Starfire clapped her hands together, her previous comment already forgotten in her excitement. "A superb idea, friend Karen! Our esteemed critic shall assist us both!" She gestured grandly to the pizza guy, who felt like a specimen under a microscope.
He watched, utterly paralyzed, as Karen strutted toward a gym bag, her hips swaying with a confident rhythm that made the tiny yellow triangles of her bikini seem even more precarious. The soft shush of a zipper was followed by the rustle of fabric. "Okay, eyes over here, judge," Karen said, her tone teasing. "You're on the clock."
He forced his gaze upward, meeting her sparkling yellow-brown eyes. He wondered for a brief moment if she was a superhero too. But who?
His dick told him to pay attention again when she held up two minuscule bikinis. One was a deep crimson, barely-there lace. The other was a vibrant, shimmering black-gold that secretly matched her alias. "Red for passion," Karen said, "or gold for a queen bee?"
He opened his mouth, but no sound emerged. His entire world had narrowed to the pounding, throbbing pressure in his jeans. It was a relentless, aching thump-thump-thump that pulsed in time with his hammering heart. He tried to think, to form a coherent word, but all cognitive function had been rerouted to the immense strain of his cock against denim.
He swallowed hard.
From the slightly ajar bathroom door, a single, glowing amethyst eye appeared in the crack. It was Raven. She was peeking, her curiosity overpowering her embarrassment. Her gaze didn't travel to the bikinis, or to Karen's confident smile, or even to Starfire's radiant nudity. It shot straight down, laser-focused, to the impossible bulge tenting the pizza guy's pants.
Raven's quiet gasp was like a gunshot to herself. "A-are you...is that thing...?"
Real, yes. But pizza guy didn't notice. He was talking to Karen after all who kept giving him that look. The horny look. His cock gave another powerful, undeniable throb against his zipper.
"Oh?"
His throbbing cock was pointing to the red bikini.
Karen blinked, then let out a low, impressed whistle. "Well. The gold one it is." She didn't wait for verbal confirmation. The verdict had been delivered not by his words, but by the undeniable, throbbing reaction of his cock.
Karen turned, giving him a perfect view of her incredible ass as she shimmied out of the yellow bikini bottom. The shlick of the damp fabric sliding down her thighs was obscenely loud. He saw her bare pussy, the delicious swell of her hips, and her overall dark, beautiful skin. O-obviously, he could always see it but he was seeing her full black ass! He was seeing that which ordinary men could only dream of!
Bumblebee was a rather superheroine two steps below Starfire and Raven. If those two could be classified as B or A-lister, Bumblebee was a C-lister. She didn't have the strongest arch-nemesis, she was pretty, she had a nice, tight black ass, and she knew it. She knew her strengths. She knew she was a supporting heroine, and she was damn proud of it.
She wouldn't get upstaged by Starfire. She smirked and purposely smacked one hand on her left ass cheek to show him its shape. She tried to make seem casual. But really, both of them understood why she did it. It was for him. For that dick.
Karen stepped into the gold one, and the snap of the closure against her skin sounded like a starting pistol.
Starfire giggled, clapping once more. "A magnificent choice! I really like this one!"
"All thanks to our resident pizza boy." Karen winked at him.
Bumblebee and Starfire, too giddy and attractive women. Two women teasing him. One intentionally and one unintentionally. Karen was an incredible and pretty woman. But, sometimes, oblivious sluts did things that ordinary sluts could not.
Case in point: Starfire.
"Ooh, a tip! I have the money but…"
Starfire grinned. Before he could process what was happening, Starfire had gracefully—and with shocking strength—pushed him onto the plush couch behind him.
"T-tip?" he squeaked, his voice an octave too high.
"But of course!" Starfire chimed. "I have been wanting to practice a tradition of my own planet! A dance! I believe on Earth, you call it a 'lap dance'."
Yes, this oblivious superheroine was going to give a man that was not her boyfriend a lap dance.
'H-h-huuuuh!?'
"Actually, I wish to perform it for my Richard for a date tonight. But, admittedly, I am slightly out of practice. I'd like your help for it, if you don't mind!"
His brain short-circuited. 'Lap dance. Practice. Starfire. Naked. On my lap. My cock.'
Starfire tilted her head. "Is that a yes?"
"Y-y-yes."
The mere thought sent another seismic shockwave through his groin. He felt his erection twitch violently, straining the seam of his jeans to its absolute limit. God, he was going to cum at this rate…!
"W-where… where are you planning to do this for him?" he managed to ask, desperately seeking any thread of normal conversation.
"There is a most intriguing establishment in the city! The themes change every month. This month is 'Intergalactic Fantasy'! It is perfect for me!" she explained cheerfully, as if discussing the weather. She began to move and her bare pussy grazed his erection. Touching it, poking into it, making a huge wet, spot appear from throbbing pre-cum. "Richard thinks it is a great custom and I agree!"
Her pussy, her direct pussy, went along his cock. From base to tip, she dragged her pussy, showing it to him. She made more pre-cum leak. More of a stain to appear. All the pizza guy could do was sit on the couch and be mesmerized.
It was her boobs. It was her face. It was her personality. Without one or the other, this couldn't be Starfire. This couldn't be HER lap dance.
"In my culture," she murmured, her voice dropping to a husky, melodic purr that vibrated through his very soul, "such a reaction is not shameful. It is a gift. A compliment of the highest order." She rotated her hips in a slow, circular motion, the air swishing around his dick. No more contact. She then stopped and leaned in. Her full, heavy breasts swayed hypnotically just inches from his face. "It tells a woman she is seen. Desired. That her beauty has truly landed."
She finally, finally, lowered herself. Not fully, but just enough for the incredible softness of her inner thighs to make contact with the sides of his rock-hard bulge. The contact, even through two layers of clothing, was electric. A jolting zap of pure sensation shot straight up his balls.
Fuck. Fucking hell.
Starfire giggled, a sweet, innocent sound that was completely at odds with the utterly debauched situation. "And I must say again," she whispered, leaning in so her warm breath tickled his ear, her nipple accidentally—or purposefully—brushing his cheek, "you really are much bigger than my boyfriend. This is truly excellent practice."
Throb, throb.
Spurt!
Her words were the final key, turning the lock on his control. He was a pressure cooker with a broken valve. The throbbing in his pants became a frantic, pounding drumbeat.
Thumpthumpthumpthump…!
Across the room, Karen stood frozen, one hand on her hip, her mouth still slightly agape. She might have been like Starfire in some ways but in others…yeah, a lap dance to a man that wasn't her boyfriend was nuts. "H-h-huh…I-I really hope Dick isn't…" she trailed, gulping when she saw that cock roar.
And the bathroom door was open a fraction wider. Two amethyst eyes now watched, wide with a mixture of horror and mesmerized fascination, staring directly at the epicenter of everything. Of that ordinary man's cock.
A low, melodic hummed out of Starfire's chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure as she finally settled herself onto him. The thick, straining denim of his pants pressed against her stomach. She giggled and had a finger trace the tip. "Mm, I doubt I could wrap a finger around this! It is like the cock of our old legends!"
The pizza guy heaved and stammered out, "L-legends…?"
"Yes! He whose cock cannot be wrapped by a woman's finger shall be named King of Tamaran!"
T-that was a thing!? Was he king!?
"In our stories, it was a princess and a commoner that were able to come together because of this rule. Beautiful, is it not?" Her fingers ran circle after circle on the tip of his cock. Good god, was this seriously not cheating? Was this acceptable in her culture? The fabric was so thin, it was almost possible to see the faint outline of his cumhole.
She giggled, turned around, and started showing her bare ass to him. Starfire was a thicc woman. So even though her breasts were her greatest assets, that didn't mean to underestimate her ass.
"G-gosh…!"
"You like it?" Starfire teased. Her ass went up and down, up and down, twerking and rubbing against his dick. She then opened up her cheeks and pressed down on his length, a slow, deliberate grind that made the air catch in his throat.
Squelch!
His cock was caged by her fat alien ass cheeks. His cock and his face were reddening.
His hips bucked involuntarily, a spasm of pure need he couldn't control.
"Mmm, yes," Starfire purred, her voice a husky vibration against his ear. "Your body speaks such a beautiful, honest language. It tells me exactly what it wants." She went up and down, up and down, and then removed her ass cheeks from his cock. She momentarily walked off the couch, taking five steps forward, and then spinning toward him.
She blew him a kiss. "Mwah!" She did a sexy walk toward him. She smiled and giggled and asked, "Is this okay so far?"
He nodded furiously, with a cock throbbing. "A-amazing! The best ever…! No competition…!"
Starfire was delighted. So delighted in fact that she squealed, cupped her cheeks, grinned at the ceiling, and then hugged him with her boobs.
"Thank you, thank you! I appreciate the praise so much!"
Fuck. The word exploded in his mind, a desperate, primal mantra. He could feel every single stitch of his jeans, every thread a tiny torture device holding back the inevitable. His hands, clenched into white-knuckled fists on the couch cushions, were slick with sweat.
She was just hugging him. Thanking him.
The lapdance was done.
Starfire reeled back. Starfire grinned at him. Her ass unintentionally pressed against her ass.
That was it. He tried grabbing her ass to remove her. But all he did was feel her booty cheeks and make it worse.
"S-sorry—!"
Splurt! Splurt-splurt!
It wasn't a quiet release. It was a torrent, a dam breaking. He cried out, a raw, guttural sound as his body convulsed under hers. Rope after rope of hot cum shot into his underwear, soaking through his jeans in an instant, creating a warm, wet mess that spread against his skin. The fabric was now a soaked, sticky prison.
Starfire's eyes widened in genuine, ecstatic surprise. The huge, monster cock was fully erect and fully throbbing. Reaching peaks she had never felt before, right up against her booty. "By X'hal!" Her grinding didn't stop. If anything, it intensified, rubbing his oversensitive, twitching cock through the sopping fabric. "Oh my! You are really…!"
She laughed.
"So much! It just keeps coming! Your load is… it is prodigious!"
He came until his balls emptied. Until he could finally relax with Starfire and her boobs in his face. Which, for any man, would have been the biggest load of their life. For the pizza guy, these days, it was a Tuesday.
A normal Tuesday morning where he came for a long, long minute.
He slumped back against the couch, completely spent, his body trembling with the aftershocks. He was a boneless, gasping mess. "S-s-s-sorry. I'm so…"
Starfire squealed and she hugged him with her breasts again. The pizza guy was just…lost.
"That was amazing!"
…seriously, what the hell was Tammaran culture?
Whether it was Karen or Raven, they had the appropriate blushing responses. The curiosity, the lust, and the gasps and covered mouths. A guy had just nutted in their apartment! Right against Starfire's fat ass too!
And yet…
"No need to apologize! Really! Don't! You should be proud!" Starfire smiled down at him, a beatific, thrilled smile. She stroked his cheek and suddenly he felt like his boyfriend. "My Richard," she said, her voice full of awe, "he is a wonderful lover. But his cum? A polite little trickle. A sprinkle. This?" She giggled and reached back to pat his cock. "This is a flood. On my world, a male who provides such a generous, worshipful offering would be considered a priest! Actually, even among the priests I have seen, you have let out the most! And I am a princess often told and educated of these things!"
She gracefully rose from his lap, leaving him feeling cold and empty. She padded over to the counter, picked up the cash from the pizza box, and brought it back to him. She pressed the bills into his limp hand. "You have earned this. And you have given me much to consider for my performance for Richard tonight."
His fist closed and he shakily pocketed the money. What else was he supposed to do?
"T-thank you."
His legs felt like jelly as he forced himself to stand. The cold, wet denim clung to his skin, a humiliating and intoxicating reminder. He couldn't look at Starfire, or at the bathroom door where he knew a pair of amethyst eyes had witnessed his entire humiliating, incredible downfall.
"S-sorry," he mumbled over to Karen. She seemed quiet. She seemed shell-shocked.
The biggest cock with a load so thick and heavy that it left a small puddle in their room.
"N-n-nothing by it!" Karen miraculously forced herself to say. "S-s-see you again! Hopefully! L-later!"
The bathroom door was closed. The pizza guy went past it. He went to the reinforced door and…
"Oh! My apologies!"
He looked over his shoulders to see Starfire's boobs bouncing and her hand fetching a remote. With a press of the button, the reinforced door hissed open. Starfire then gave a wave. "Bye-bye!"
"Bye…"
He exited the apartment at last. The cool, sterile air of the hallway was a shocking contrast to the humid, sensual heat inside the apartment. The silence was deafening.
He took one step. Then two, and on a whim, he glanced over his shoulder.
The reinforced door was almost closed, but in the final sliver of light, he saw her. Raven. Fully nude, having emerged from her hiding place. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the hallway light. Her dark, curious eyes met his for a split second, and then the door shut with a soft, final click.
That image—the pale, naked sorceress, her sharp gaze locking onto his dick first and eyes second—was something he'd never forget.
The clean-up from everything was also something he was not going to forget.