Kara plays with her new toy

Once she was ready, Supergirl slapped Superman awake. As she had expected, his strength had drained away and he just lay there on his back for her to toy with. She knelt up on top of him, then tentatively reached for his dick. His arousal had **** it out of his pants, giving her easy access. Still, she had never touched one in real life before, and doing it now made her slightly nervous.

“K-kara. No. You m-mustn’t,” gasped Clark. “Hush, boy. I’m in charge now. Just do as you’re told,” said Kara feeling a little thrill at calling the Man of Steel “boy”. She stroked and squeezed his engorged cock experimentally, enjoying the little pulses it made when she got it right.

As she stroked, a little precum oozed from her toy’s dick and onto her hand. Kara yelped and jerked away. As she did so, her arm whipped into her glass-jawed prisoner’s face, knocking him out once again. Kara took a moment to regather her thoughts (and to laugh at them both), but what she had done by accident gave her an idea.

Waking him up again, Kara started stroking once more, with a little more confidence this time. When she felt he was just on the edge, she abruptly knocked him out with a quick blow to the jaw. She repeated the process several times with her increasingly helpless captive. Bringing him to the edge, knocking him out, then waking him up to start again. Her favorite was the reverse scissorhold she trapped him in as she played with the cock she was starting to think of her own. As Superman mewed pathetically and pawed at her thighs and butt, she tightened her grip with a perky “Goodnight” and put him out once again.

Kara was very interested to learn that she was weakening her pathetic cousin in two ways now. The knockouts had sapped all the strength from his mighty frame, but the frustration he felt at not being allowed to come was making its mark too. As she leaned over his face to stare into his eyes, her blonde hair falling around him like a soft curtain, he began again to slur his pathetic pleas.

Now, though, he wasn’t asking Kara to stop, but was begging for release. “P-please Kara, please let me cum,. I can’t t-take it. Please.” Kara felt like laughing, but she maintained what she imagined was a stern face. “Call me Miss Kara, boy. And I want to hear the word beg.”

“Please Miss Kara. I’m begging you. I have to cum. Please, please, please have mercy,” he slurred, drool running down his cheek. Kara hid a smile. He really was pathetic! Losing a few fights was one thing but being such a **** to his dick that he was begging a teenager for mercy lost him any remaining respect.

“You’re going to have to get me off first, ok?” He nodded, pathetically. With a little blush, Kara wriggled out of her panties and sat down on his face like it was her pillow at boarding school. She twisted her wet red panties around his bobbing dick like she was planting a flag on her new conquest, then gasped as she felt his tongue press against her slit.

Kara was no expert, but she felt Superman was a lot better at eating pussy than he was at boxing or wrestling. With more patience than she expected in the circumstances, he worshiped the outside of her with long slow licks, slowly moving to pay more attention to her clit and her g-spot. Supergirl wondered later if Lois Lane had drilled this into him. At least he was trained at something, anyway.

For now she moaned and gasped as she pushed her hand through her hair and **** his face deeper into her. When she came the first time she motioned with a little wriggle for him to start again. When he had obediently given his new owner the number of orgasms that was her due, she finally lifted herself off him. She leaned back on her elbows and draped her beautiful legs across his heaving chest.

“P-please, M-miss Kara,” whined Earth’s Mightiest Hero “Y-you promised I could cum. P-please, I’m begging you.” Kara smirked. “I’m not stopping you, boy. Just reach down and do it.” Her smirk got even bigger as she watched Superman try and fail to lift his arms. “Please, Miss Kara. I c-can’t move. P-please can you-”.

Kara swung her legs off him abruptly and moved once more to look into his eyes. “You want my touch now? You need it, in fact. I guess it can’t be that wrong after all.” He nodded weakly “Yes, Miss Kara, I need you to...please let me…”

Kara decided to show some pity on him, though only a little. His face was already smeared with her juices so she thought some his own would be fitting. Lifting his leg and pushing it up so it was resting on her shoulder, she bent his body in half and began to jerk him off once more. It didn’t take long at all for Clark to erupt in the solitary orgasm that is the lot of males on Earth and Krypton.

Supergirl made sure that not a single drop missed his face. Some went in his open mouth as he gasped and shuddered, which made her giggle. He looked, she thought, like a glazed donut. She milked every last drop out of him then let his legs go. She wasn’t sure whether he was totally ****, but he was certainly dead to the world when she skipped out of the room.