“No, your cunt’s only for Kal, today,” Diana said with a smile.

“Then he should damned well take it,” Ororo snapped. She drew herself up Clark’s body, her naked skin against his skintight suit, until they were face –to-face. She kissed him fiercely and he responded, wrapping his arms around her as she slid down, his steel rod easily slipping into her soaking slit.

As he bottomed out she threw her head back, her eyes glowing white, her mouth opened in a moan lost in the sound of the whirlwind around them expanding explosively, almost sweeping Diana away. It did sweep up the gathering clouds around them, creating a grey wall in which sparks of lightning flashed. Clark tilted backwards as Storm wrapped her legs around him and fucked the Kryptonian in the eye of her own personal hurricane.

*Goddess*, Ororo thought to herself. She could feel his power, easily enough to go toe-to-toe with the Hulk, but so, so tightly constrained. When she had heard about the early nuclear scientists, poking, prodding, never knowing what would cause the annihilating explosion, she had thought them insane. But now she knew what drove them. She was riding a bomb, and there was nothing quite like it.

The cloud wall drew tighter as Storm drove herself on the Man of Steel’s cock, faster and faster. He stretched his head forward and took one hard nipple between his lips, sucking, lightly brushing it with his teeth. Diana orbited them, the crotch of her costume pulled aside, her fingers frantically working her pussy as she watched them fuck.

Ororo’s magnificent body shook and grew rigid. Lightning strobed through the cloud wall and she howled as a waves of thunder swept over the trio, again and again as Clark kept driving into her as her pussy walls spammed and her legs and arms clutched tight around his torso. The nails on her grasping hands would have drawn blood on a normal man. His own fingers tightened fractionally on her hips with almost but not quite bruising strength as his lips and tongue ravaged the side of her neck.

Diana shouted her climax into the storm, then flew under the fucking pair. Her hand never left her pussy as she reached up to gently lick Clark’s balls as she slowly inserted one long finger from her free hand into Ororo’s perfect ass.

Ororo’s cunt and Clark’s cock spammed as one, and Clark grunted as he filled the mutant with his red hot superhuman seed. There was an explosion of wind and in a blink the clouds were scuttling for the horizon and the air around the trio was utterly still. The storm was gone, leaving only Storm, limp in Clark’s arms. She smiled at him weakly, and then, in an eyeblink crackle of trans-dimensional energy, she was gone.

For a few moments Diana hung in the air, watching the expressions flit across Clark’s face. “And now, the farmboy guilt begins,” she said with a smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll apologize to Lois for leading you astray. In the Amazon fashion. You can watch. Or join. If you need to let go.”

A sonic boom echoed through an empty sky.

***

A few days later, farmers in southern Chile were puzzled but grateful when a long drought came to sudden end the meteorologists couldn’t explain…