Mark's Multiversal Travel Log 5: Stardate: I'm Hungry For A Real American Lunch

*Written with Cross C

The western fields of diamond barley was a beautiful place. A quiet spot in a universe so usually at peace already, shimmering brightly waving stalks, reflecting both the pale sunlight and the chalky skyline.

Even if America Chavez wasn’t sneaking into the Utopian Parallel, she’d still have chosen this spot to enter through her portal. A brightly colored star, punched into existence, currently nestled between the rows of glittering farmland. She reached out and touched it, feeling the surprisingly pliable element of this universe waft around her fingerless-gloved hand. Sighing as memories of her mother’s harvesting the crop floated through her mind.

Quickly she shook the memories from her mind and flew towards her Aunt’s place.

The Utopian Parallel was beginning to feel alien to her, though she’d grown up here. Perhaps it was because of how much time she’d spent with the heroes of Earth, learning their ways and their people to the point where the libertarian ways of this Multiversal pocket was strange. Perhaps it was how she was only allowed to enter this universe once a month. Something about the Demiurge not letting her freely roam here was a pain, though with how locked down this place was she wasn’t that surprised. Or perhaps it was because, whenever she came here, she was reminded how she’d accidentally sent her two moms off to Multiversal hell, stranding them somewhere in infinity before they could raise her.

Once more she shook it off. Whatever it was, she valued the time she could spend with her two aunts here. Their high rise apartment an easy breeze for her to get to with her powers, landing on the balcony and getting a brief glimpse at their amazing view before entering. A strange scent entering her nose when she got in, but she was too excited to think about it.

“Auntie Amalia! Auntie Elena! You’re favorita sobrina is here!”

Elena burst around the corner, first stopping to see who it was before she rushed over to America and embraced her. “America! It’s been too too long!” said Elena, “Mucho gusto conocerla!”

“It really has.” America hummed, squeezing her back. “Where’s Aunt Amalia?”

They disengaged with Elena guiding her niece over to the kitchen table, “Just finishing off the last of dinner. Have a seat and I’m sure she’ll be right out.”

America nodded and sat, ignoring the little worried voice that asked her: ‘isn’t the kitchen out here? Why is she preparing dinner elsewhere?’ She couldn’t continue this thought though as Elena sparked up the conversation.

“You must tell me everything I’ve missed in your life, America!” She beamed, sitting next to her at the table. “Are your… uh, ‘superhero’ friends still alive?”

“Mostly,” America laughed, before looking a little more somber, “There WAS some incident with the Fantastic Four where their house blew up. No one’s seen them since and the hero community won’t stop talking about it. Spidey said there was some mind controlling kid who gottem, but I always thought Susan was way too hot and smart for that. The others, maybe, but her? No way.”

Elena poured them both drinks, “Sounds like a real asshola. Was there anything else?”

“Truth, Auntie.” America nodded at the insult, taking the offered glass of wine. “Stark was asking me about a ‘Multiversal Rescue Mission’ but wouldn’t give me the details. I told him it could wait till I was done here, gotta have my time with my Aunts!”

“That you do.” Amalia’s voice wafted in, as she floated through the open space with a plate of potato salad. She quickly put it down and embraced the sitting young adult. “It is so wonderful to see you again, America.”

America Chavez loved her life on Earth, but she missed a lot of things about the Utopian Parallel. Family was one of the bigger ones. Even when her family had such libertarian views on clothing. She didn’t want to think of her two Aunts this way, but they were drop dead gorgeous and wearing practically nothing. Micro Bikinis under negligee, how could she not stare?! Thankfully family hugs get around that issue. Today it was just the three of them, having a nice meal and catching…

“Uhh, Elena? Why are you putting out four plates?”

The two women looked at each other before breaking out into giggles. “Oh dear, and you tried so hard to keep it a secret.”

“I know, what a klutz.” Elena chuckled, wiping a tear from her eye before looking at America. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag. We have a bit of an announcement to make… ooh! I’m getting all nervous thinking about it!” She exclaimed, going around to her wife to hug her while America continued to be confused.

Amalia just smiled warmly, “America, we’re mothers.”

She blinked at them. “W-wha-? Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

They were hugging within milliseconds. “Oh my god! You two were waiting so long! Eso es asombroso! I’m so happy the Demiurge granted you your wish!”

The two women stroked her back, “We’re elated too. To think the Demiurge would deliver us someone from the very sky itself!”

“...the what?” America asked, slowly leaving the hug, “H-hang on. If you’re pregnant, why would we need another plate…?”

The two women looked surprised before giggling again. “Dios mio, America! I didn’t realize you had such a sharp nose for pregnancy!”

Amalia nodded, “We weren’t planning on announcing that as well, but you’re right. We are both pregnant. A blessing, truly. From one even greater than the Demiurge.”

Warning bells were going crazy in America Chavez’s head. Something about all of this screamed danger, even with how happy her two aunts looked. Part of her wanted to bolt out the door and run back to her universe before it was too late… but it was only lunch, wasn’t it?

“If you weren’t going to announce you’re both carrying, then how were you mothers?”

Footsteps.

The two women quickly floated away, America tracking them with her head as she followed to the source of the noise.

There, standing in the doorway that the other two had entered from, and now cradling an aunt in either arm, was something America would never had expected to see in the Utopian Parallel.

A man.

“America? I’d like for you to meet our son, Mark.”

She was stunned, completely silent, staring at this stranger who had found himself in lesbian paradise.He wore a teal patterned shirt with a tie, yet also a scarlet zip-up hoodie over the top, like he was told to dress fancy yet still wished to be comfortable. His face was plain, slightly shaggy dark hair that partly covered his eyes, and a horrible smile on his face. Like somehow just meeting her was an act of evil he loved committing.

America was sickened at his very presence, taking a reflexive step backwards. Something about him made her head feel… cloudy. The more she stared at him, the deeper she wanted to breathe, but the more she breathed in that weird smell, the cloudier her mind went. It was definitely time to cut and run off to the Demiurge to see what was happening here…

…but that would be rude. She needed to stay for lunch.

She didn’t even move while he calmly walked over to her and took her hand in his, pecking the gloved knuckles in a gallant way. “Madame Chavez, a pleasure to meet you.” He smiled, and she quickly retreated her hand when it felt she got some sense back.

“Never. Touch me. Again.” America hissed, “Who the hell is this? Why is there a man in this universe?”

The two older women just smiled at her, both walking back over to the table to sit. “I’m sure we can answer the first question over lunch.” said Amalia, motioning for the two to sit on the opposite side of each other next to the two. Mark sat quickly next to her, while America hesitated to do anything of the sort. But then again, she really didn’t want to be rude to her Aunts. So she sat down across from Mark.

Elena started putting a square of green lasagna on her plate, “And as for the second question, are you saying there are more ‘men’ in other universes? How fascinating! If they’re anything like Mark they must be true paradise!”

America felt like she was going to be sick.

“Far from it.” She replied, a viscous deadpan in her tone.

Mark didn’t even blink, taking a sip of a glass of water. “I’ll have to agree with America on this one. Far too many bad or inferior men in my universe to truly call it paradise. Though with the proper push, I know they could become far greater.”

The two took a long time to simply glare at each other. The latina hero took a swig of her drink to clear up her filthy mouth for saying something for this man to agree with.

Her eyes went over to her two beaming aunts. They looked so happy that they were all eating together, and it’d be awful to make a scene. It would be better to wait until after lunch. So instead, America took a bowl from the middle and started serving herself up some food onto her plate.

“So ‘Mark’, you’re from another universe? How did you get here?”

With a pitiable look, he looked forlorn out the large window. “I’m… not sure I’m afraid. My memory of the event was hazy. I only remember sitting in my room before my father came in to attack me, then in my fearful state a portal opening up and sending me here. I apologize if I broke any multiversal traveling agreements.” He bowed his head while Amalia rubbed his back sympathetically. “But in my moment of pure chaos I wound up here. Right into the arms of Elena. It’s been like a dream here, so beautiful with everyone so friendly. I couldn’t believe that they wanted to adopt me as their son! I am truly blessed by the Demiurge.”

America… was in two minds.

His story made sense. Probably a mutant with a similar multiversal portal power to hers, and it activated right in a bad point of panic like how she’d heard it had happened for Kitty, Bobby, and a few other mutants she’d asked.

But something was still sending her warning flashes. Like he fit in TOO well. Men were normally untrustworthy anyway so she was not convinced by this young fool who had fallen into paradise. Thankfully, none of her warnings were coming from the delicious food. Which she was eating up quite readily.

“This lasagna is really good, Amalia-chama.” America praised while shoveling some more of it into her mouth.

The woman smiled, “Thank you, Mark actually helped me make it this time around. Using our secret-”

“I don’t think she needs all our secrets.” Mark interrupted. “But I’m so glad you’re enjoying the food.”

America nodded, only half realizing she’d just agreed with a man again. Instead, just reaching over and spooning some tiny pea-sized pizza rolls onto her plate before shoving them into her mouth hole as well. Somehow tasting even better than the lasagna.

Though she realized she still shouldn’t take her eyes away from the suspicious man. Glaring at him while eating her tasty rolls. Always watching him.

He began talking about the various experiences he’d had in the UP. Meeting this girl, having dinner on that cloud, etcetera, etcetera… America Chavez couldn’t be bothered with this idiot’s ramblings. Just another dullard of a male, though she admitted he cooked some mean Utopian spaghetti. Whatever this white sauce was just kept getting better the more she slurped it. Garlic sauce? Horseradish? It was pungent and salty, yet sweet, whatever it was.

In hindsight, America should have concluded something was wrong sooner. Mark wasn’t eating, he didn’t even drink the wine at the table, he just watched her watch him. She should have realized the voice in her head wasn’t hers, and that it was getting louder with each passing second. The more she ate, the more she smelled, the more she heard his low humming he’d started a minute ago instead of talking, and the more she glared… the more control Mark gained over the hero's mind.

So when Mark reached over and placed his thumb on her forehead, she really should have seen what he said coming.

“Go into a trance, but keep eating. Think only of the delicious food.”

Mark was elated to see her eyes lose focus completely. The shoulders that had been tense since his arrival suddenly slumped, and the only motion she continued was chewing, with the occasional robotic arm movement to put another piece of food into her mouth.

“Hooo~ boy! I was getting fucking nervous with you!” Mark exhaled triumphantly, standing up from the table to walk around to the lifeless America, waving his hand in front of her eyes. “America Chavez! A lesbian super from my world? I’ve been training on all these women just to make sure I could get you! Guess fear of losing everything AGAIN will do that to me.” He cupped her breast, loving the heft to her bosom through her fabric while she did nothing to retaliate. “But I guess I have the fact you’re a dyke to thank. Means you didn’t recognise all the cum I spewed on this food! If only you were bisexual you may have escaped.” Mark laughed, leaving his prize briefly to walk over to the other side of the room.

“She is a lovely prize, sweetie.” Amalia smiled, following in Mark’s footsteps but instead squeezing America’s ass. “I’ve always thought she would make a beautiful mother.”

An agreeing hum from Elena, moving some hair away from the chewing statue’s ear before nibbling it, “You will be breeding her, won’t you?” She asked, “I so adore watching our son breed his targets.”

“I will, don’t you two worry. But this one’s going to help me get back some of my other wives...” Mark explained, looking down at the device Reed had given him and popping it back into his hoodie pocket. “Why don’t you two adjourn outside for now. Mark’s gotta reel in this big amazonian fish.”

Without a word they bowed and hovered to the screen door, sliding it closed and leaving Mark to his fish. The only sounds of America still chewing on the cum ridden food, still sinking deeper into his trap.

Staring at his prize, Mark chuckled under his breath, “America Chavez, hypnotized to eat my cum.” He smirked, shaking his head before turning away, “You know, you might find this funny Ms. Chavez,” said Mark, arranging something on the counter that America couldn’t see with his back turned to her. “Up until recently, I never really believed in hypnotism.”

The Latina superheroine could hear Mark talking, but was unable to really understand his words. She felt like she should go over there and beat his ass, but something about this food was making it hard to concentrate. Eating was far more important. Best just to sit there, eat, and listen.

He continued his rant with his back turned, “It’s, what, ironic? Even after I got my powers, I still thought those hypnotists were bullshit. Like they were just kids playing pretend compared to what I could do. Mind controllers and hypnotists. Like the difference between magicians and wizards.”

America could hear the words, but her mind was a thousand miles away. Eyes resting on his lips flapping but only focused on tasting the amazing food her auntie and Mark had prepared.

“But then I lost my powers and I got to thinking. With some help from a lonely librarian down the hall, of course. She was very happy to teach me all the important techniques, if you know what I’m sayin!” He chuckled to only himself, finally turning around to face his guest. “Anyway, the thing with my powers being gone is I gotta make a connection. Can’t mold your mind through touch anymore, gotta make it so your mind is thinking only of me. All your senses focused right on this guy.”

It was an odd way to do a villain’s speech, walking towards the dinner table with his guest not concentrating on him, instead just literally licking the plate clean of his cum. Which is why Mark decided to up the ante and sit on the table right in front of her. Feet resting on either side on her chair.

“And shit! What the fuck do hypnotists do? They tap right into someone’s mind with just their voice and sight! I thought I just had to speak and be seen, but they cracked the fuckin da vinci code of mind controlling without powers! Gotta say, I respect them way more now.”

“Chino…” America panted angrily, throwing her clean plate to the floor, briefly breaking her trance to follow her mental orders, “Move. Gotta ea…”

She was interrupted by a swinging coin.

Mark chuckled at her change of demeanour. “It’s a classic, but I didn’t have a spiral around.”

He was obviously supplementing the coin’s swinging with commands of his own, the coin strengthening those words which would then strengthen the coin. America falling deeper into his control with each swing back and forth.

“Now, you’re gonna listen to what I have to say. I’m going to be rearranging your entire bitchy personality but this is your truth now. Everything I say is 100% true. Understand?”

The strong and brave America Chavez grunted something in agreement, unable to look away from the coin that went back and forth, back and forth. Always making her look directly at his crotch mid swing, like a subliminal message.

“Mark is amazing. Mark demands attention. Everytime you watch the coin swing you are paying more attention to Mark. You find Mark very interesting. You want to hear more, smell more, taste more, and see more of him. He’s quite attractive.”

America very subtly flinched at that part.

“Oh? Don’t like that? Lemme guess, you still think you’re a lesbian?” He smirked, “Well don't worry, you are. You’ve always been attracted to women… but also the biggest white cock. You know that if you ever found the biggest white cock, you could do nothing but worship it. You’ve always been looking for the biggest white cock but have never found it, no matter how many times you peeked into the men’s locker rooms or ‘accidentally’ ripped open a thugs’ pants. Every white cock you’ve found has never been the biggest. But you know that if you found it you’d love it forever, you’d worship the owner like a god, you would never touch a woman again if it meant you could simply look at the biggest white cock.”

The Latina was panting now. She remembered it all. All the times she would open a portal to the ‘incorrect’ gym shower room to quickly look at their cocks. All the times she would find the biggest guy amongst a team of bank robbers, only to find them lacking when she pantsed them. Even supervillains, like those times she seduced Kingpin and Blob, were not exactly what she was looking for. She still wished she’d found a memory eraser after she’d seen MODOK dick.

But she knew it was out there. The perfect shlong. The white snake that would become her new master. Women were lovely, soft creatures. But the biggest white cock was special. Colonizer sperm from the fattest nuts to fill her fertile womb and make her pregnant with white babies, she’d get a tattoo of her owner, she’d do anything. America hungered for it.

And though she still thought he was up to something, there was a way Mark’s pants bulged that made her very eager.

“Now, I could show you my thing, confirm your suspicions that the banana in my pocket is the thing you’ve been longing for.” He joked, still swinging away back and forth and making America twitch in need, “But I ain’t gonna. You’re gonna wake up in a second, thinking the situation is totally normal again. Just a happy family dinner with a dude you’re suspicious of. And you HAVE to see his penis. No matter what, you have a major desire to check if I’m the biggest white cock you’ve dreamt of for years.”

“Have to… see your penis…” America droned, eyes unfocused, hands drifting over to Mark’s crotch that was so tantalizingly close before he swatted her away.

“Not yet. Now it’s time to wake up.”

She blinked. Something about the multiverse travel to Utopia had clearly throne her off her game, cause America very rarely zoned out like that. Had she eaten too much? She felt like she had been napping, but thankfully no one had noticed.

“Have a nice nap?” Mark asked. Annoying smile in her face.

“...shuddup.” She glared back, eating the final few vegetables on her plate while glaring at him.

She looked around. Had she actually napped? Weird. Things had moved around a bit in a blink of an eye. Amalia and Elena were snuggling together on the balcony, leaving Mark to be the one to tidy their plates. At least he was a courteous guest, whoever he was. Some loser white boy she must have sent here by accident, she’d drop him in whatever Earth on her way home. Maybe a dude-only one, that’d be funny-

“Sorry,” He mumbled, reaching over her to grab a plate of potato-esque meatballs.

And he rubbed something on her leg.

It wasn’t his leg, cause it was too pliable, but it couldn’t have been his junk… could it? She’d felt it somehow rub all the way up her leg.

“What was-?”

Mark looked back at her, putting a load of plates by the sink as he did. “What’s the matter?” He asked, ignoring where America’s eyes were. Locked to his legs, eyes intensely focused on figuring out how his pants bulged so much more on one side. She looked like Mark had the Holy Grail down there and hadn’t noticed.

She reflexively responded, “Nothing.” Missing the wicked smile that spread across Mark’s face. Her fingers started rapping against the table, her mind repeatedly forcing her to focus on what could be in those pants before she changed the subject, “So… how has it been, with my aunts?”

He tempered the wickedness when her eyes finally left his crotch, “They’re lovely gals. Very sweet, caring, and so nice to help a stranger in his time of need.”

“Mmhmm,” She nodded, unable to stop her eyes flicking down to his bulge. “And, like, you proby had problemas with keeping it in your pants, eh? I know how you putas get when you ain’t touched your filthy rods in a while.” America tried her best to keep the angry stare up at him.

Mark just chuckled nonchalantly. “I’ve been alright. Plenty to do without needing to resort to any of that.” He lied, perhaps the biggest lie of his life considering how much he jerked off into her food.

“Must be agony.” She muttered, fiddling with her fork and subtly stroking it between her fingers, “Sure you wouldn’t wanna go in the bathroom for a minute? I can keep those two busy…”

“No no, I’m alright thank you.”

America Chavez huffed, frustration building. “Not really following the multiversal dress code though, are ya? You have to learn the customs of a place, tonto. This place prefers short dresses so maybe you should get those baggy pants off already.”

Mark just laughed jovially, “Again, I’m alright. No one’s complained so far and none of the dresses they have are my color.” He brushed her off, building the frustrations in her mind. He could feel them through their connection. Repeatedly enforcing that she HAD to see his penis through fresh commands.

America frowned angrily at him, standing up from the table to tower above the boy. Mark just kept his arms crossed and his smirk wide.

“Take off your pants.”

“No, why should I?”

“I need to… check you’re actually a man. Could be the Demiurge gave a girl a bad memory. He’s done weirder shit.”

Mark raised an eyebrow, what a stupid argument but he shrugged. “Feel it if you have to. But the pants stay on.”

She ground her teeth in annoyance but definitely took him up on the matter. She reached down and cupped him… only to find that he did have a cock. Not only that, it was big. Really really big. Her knees hit the ground before him as she kept squeezing further and further down.

“Dios mio… take off your pants.”

“No.”

“Please! Please take off your pants!”

Commands kept her from manhandling him, she needed his permission, that was fact. But the way her eyes were begging, Mark knew she’d do anything for just a look.

“Why? What do you want to do with it?”

You have to see Mark’s penis.

She grimaced, an internal fight of her morals and desires tearing at her soul. “...c-chúpalo…” America mumbled, trying to hide her intentions through language barriers, as if that would help.

“What was that?”

“I’ll suck your fucking cock! There! Happy?!”

Oh yes, he was. Teasing this girl was too fun, “I thought you were a lesbian?”

“I am-!”

“So wouldn’t you be terrible at blowjobs?”

America ground fingers into her temple, “¡Joder! Empanado! You get the chance to be a lesbian’s first ever dick and you turn it DOWN?!”

“I didn’t say I was turning you down, just that you should know your limits.” He said, watching as she held back at retorting since he’d hinted he’d let his dick out. Mark shrugged, “If you’re that **** maybe I’ll fuck your tits.”

Literal ripping sounds happened as America tore off her clothes. She didn’t care she’d ripped apart her favorite star t-shirt. This was beginning to feel like life and **** to her, as if everything in her life revolved around getting Mark’s pants off. Her breasts bounced free into the open air, massive jiggling brown globes with hard erect nipples. Lying somewhere between Amalia and Elena in size, though had a little added youthful perkiness.

“A-are these good enough?! Come on! …please! Please show me how big your dick is!”

He smirked, flexing his cock once and having the definition come through his pant leg where he was storing himself. America felt the pulse travel all the way through her, just a brief glimpse of what the size was made her tremble with excitement.

“Are they good enough? I dunno… I will be exposing myself to a full universe of women here. Most girls have breasts, but no one has what I have.”

She knew that to be true, but still growled at his denial. “What more do you want from me?! I’ll give you a massage! I’ll pay you money! I-I’ll give you a lift back to your dimension! ANYTHING!” America pathetically begged, trying to crawl closer to him on her knees but Mark stepped further back, loving how easy she was to tease.

“Will you be my girlfriend? Take me to meet all your cute superhero friends? Show me off as your superior master?”

There was a pit of fear in America’s stomach. Somehow she knew she couldn’t rescind a deal like this, so she’d have to take this guy to her friends… and greet them as his girlfriend. She’d definitely get kicked out of the LGBT community, if not ostracized by the heroes… but none of that seemed relevant. Right now she’d marry him if it took getting to look at that penis, she was such a sweaty mess of desire and hope that her mission was coming to a close.

Silently she nodded.

In truth, Mark had remembered America halfway through the meal.

While not his favorite site, he’d stumbled across a subreddit one day called r/herofolk. A place for people to complain about various supers, usually in the pettiest of ways. On there, there’d been a documentary about a San Francisco based Avengers team, led by two Hawkeyes with a bunch of people Mark didn’t know or care about. It didn’t matter. The post wasn’t about them, it was a supercut of shots of America Chavez. Sometimes just her doing action poses, looking brave, but then undercutting it with her talking about how much she hated men.

So Mark took extra joy in slowly lowering his trousers. Watching as America’s eyes lit up in happiness at the beautiful meat in front of her.

She acted like someone had just handed her her baby after it had been kidnapped. America cradled it, hugged it tight to her face and body, kissed it passionately and repeatedly, and whispered to it about how she’d never let it go. She felt such relief. A weight had been lifted from her soul as she felt like weeping. So long had America hunted for the biggest white cock, the one thing that’ll take over her life. The penis that she can devote herself to. Forget everything her life had built and just worship this slab of perfect meat.

“Thank you… thank you so much Mark…”

“For what?”

“For growing this…” She kissed, “this perfect, lesbian converting, womb crushing, manly cock.”

America mmm'd and ahhh'd as she pressed her face to the steadily swelling and stiffening manhood, she opened her lips and sucked upon its broadening flanks, and she slathered her tongue all around it following the big veins that were steadily raising the powerful organ.

Taking it all, savoring every taste and touch to her heart’s content. The sound that came from her throat was almost animalistic. A groan as she continued her sucking at the large, heavy appendage. Her hands wrapped loosely around it, holding it as she worked it up and down. The sensation made her feel so alive, as if nothing else could possibly bring her joy than feeling this wonderful huge white cock.

"...verga los dios…finalemente!!"

Mark's hand clasped the side of her face suddenly and her head was pushed back. She found herself passively looking up into Mark's gorgeous face. He stared into her eyes, the most beautiful specimen of manhood partially obscuring her gaze back.

“Do you love it?” He asked, almost rhetorically as her babbles of praise streamed up to him, “Good girl. Yet such a bad lesbian aren’t you?” He smirked, watching her guiltily nod, “Don’t worry America. You were never a lesbian out of choice. You were a lesbian out of necessity. There was only one cock that was good enough for you, and why settle for less? Women were the only distraction from your hunt for my dick. The perfect white schlong. The only thing capable of breeding you.”

“It is perfecta.” She agreed wholeheartedly. Her mind agreeing with everything Mark had told her about her life. There was no other way it made sense, women were nice but this was her stallion. Her stud. Her master’s cock. “Does that mean… you wish to breed me?”

“I’ve already impregnated two,” He motioned for her two aunts who had silently re-entered the room to hug his sides, “So you’ll have to prove yourself. Let’s see if those lesbian lips are good at cocksucking, hm?”

She gulped and submissively nodded. Looking worriedly at the massive meat stick in front of her. The way it stood so still, yet throbbed so much. Her life’s devotion to finding it, now sitting so close. Yet fear of doing a bad job for her master began plaguing her mind.

“Don’t worry, our son is not cruel.” said Amalia, rubbing a hand along Mark’s chest. Elena mirroring her motion on the other side.

“He only wishes for your pleasure,” Elena agreed, “Pleasure through domination. Like he has us.”

Kind of irritated that her aunts had gotten to Mark first, literally had the perfect man fall into their laps when she'd spent her whole life doing her damnedest to lay her hands on him with only a forlorn hope that she'd succeed, she ignored their comments and focused on the only thing that mattered.

America was more than a little intimidated by her master's massive cock, finding herself wishing she'd actually blew some of those worthless little dicks she'd spied on over the years. Just so she had some experience for the real thing. Still, she was pretty confident he'd enjoy what she had to offer. Half the fun of oral was just having another person tending to your naughty bits so personally, certainly she'd loved seeing her various girlfriends mushing their little noses into her clit as they munched on her box.

She could do that in spades for Mark. She intended to spend as much of the rest of her enhanced lifespan as possible on her knees and bobbing her head for her master.

"Mmm… just look at you, you're practically aching to unload this big thing in my pussy." She told him with a fair bit more of her normal bravado, as she gently grazed her teeth against the tip of his monstrous phallus, the thick battering ram of a head receiving the lewdest little suckle as she peered up towards him.

The look in her eyes certainly did something to Mark. All America was doing was lightly kissing his tip, but in those brown orbs there was a request, asking for Mark to promise to fuck her properly. A request that wouldn’t deny him anything, but simply pleading for him to dominate her being if he wanted to.

“Look at that big smile,” said Elena, rising up and kissing his cheek, “You’re making our son ever so happy, America. Standing over another girl, like the master he is.”

Her other aunt was less enthralled, "Still, he could be happier… oh, come on now, Pequeño!" Amalia suddenly chided her with her cheek resting on Mark's chest, one of her hands snaking down to take a possessive grip around the base of his member, "Using your mouth like that isn't gonna make him cum any time soon."

"Excuse moi, chica?"

Amalia floated down, gently shifting her niece out the way to face the hardness herself, “How can you expect to pleasure our son if you don’t put some effort in?”

“HEY!” America barked, shoulder bashing her aunt out the way before grabbing Mark’s shaft protectively and glaring at her new rival, "Who's the big fat dickkosuier here? Oh that's right. Me. America Chavez."

A short chuckle burst from Mark's lips at that

"And who's the old lady who didn't even know what a dick was, like what, a week ago? Oh that would be you. Old Lady."

She stuck her tongue out at Amalia.

Then she wrapped both hands around Mark's cock and opened her mouth wide like she was about to take a bite out of a big greasy double quarter pounder with cheese. She descended, wrapping her plush lips around the big prick-helmut that was somehow equal parts soft as silk and as firm as steel in her mouth.

Amalia let out a small giggle, “There we go. You might need to rile her up sometimes to really see results.” She explained to Mark while floating back up to his side.

“Duly noted,” He smirked, rubbing a hand through curly black locks, “Any other family tips?”

“Yeah, don’t hold back.” Elena purred happily. “She’s a toughie, so mess her up good.”

Mark loved that tip.

He gripped America more roughly. One hand in her hair, and another cupping under her chin. Legs going wider, moving her around so he could aim appropriately. It was giving her a chance as well to get mentally and physically prepared, the superhero taking quicker breaths and coating his already inserted cockhead with saliva. And from the look in her eyes, Mark knew she was eager. Really fucking eager.

It had been years of waiting for this moment. All the hunting, the **** charges, the seducing lame men, even every girl she’d ever slept with while she secretly dreamed about a real man… it had all led to this. In her mind America was reaching the pinnacle of a decade of searching.

So when Mark went balls deep into her mouth, it isn’t THAT surprising that she climaxed.

She hid it well enough from her Aunts, but Mark could tell. She was sputtering and shaking while his coke-can-thick-cock was all the way down her throat. His testicles were resting on her chin, she could feel the warmth of wonderfully thick seed inside, though the airway blocking penis was demanding more of her attention. She didn’t mind it though, if she passed out she’d hope he’d continue if only for the knowledge she was as useful as she could have been to the biggest white cock that had eluded her for so long. Her heart was as full as her throat, and as full as her panties were with liquid after such a powerful stimulation. America Chavez’s first blowjob would live on as one of the highlights of her entire life.

And it was just getting started.

Mark went to town on America’s face. Using his grip to properly fuck the hole that she was offering to him with all the power he could muster. Repeatedly scraping her internal throat muscles as they flexed and choked around his invasive meat. Something about a lesbian’s hot eager throat was super erotic to him, and through the coughs he knew he could hear deep moans begging him to keep going. Her eyes told the same story.

“What a stud our son is!” Elena clapped, kissing Mark’s cheek while he pumped, “He taught us that word, America. He is a ‘stud’ and the other men from your world are ‘cucks’. Perhaps that is why you never found love over there? Were you just looking for Mark the stud but stuck with a bunch of cucks?”

She nodded and moaned in agreement, only slightly breaking Mark’s tempo as he violated her mouth.

“Of course she was,” said Amalia, “We all were, really. The Universe works in incredible ways. Mark is our savior. Our breeder. Our beautiful son. Wouldn’t you say so, America?” She smiled, floating down to the ground and reaching a hand into her niece’s booty shorts. The gargling lesbian unable to stop fingers finding her sex as Amalia purred in happiness. “Your mouth seems busy, so why don’t you cum once for yes, take his cock out your mouth for no.”

America refused to do the latter, and the former was quickly becoming a possibility again. With her aunt in her pants and the stud in her mouth, her mind was completely frazzled. The chaos in her soul just another layer to the pure insanity of pleasure that quaked her body. She could barely breathe, barely think, barely remember her life before this dick entered her mouth. And with each push into her stretched throat, she wished it could stay there forever. Scorning the years of lesbian fun she’d had when she should have been looking harder for Mark.

Mark had missed a hero’s throat. One that he knew. One he could take down a peg by simply fucking at full steam. One he could use a wild amount of thrusting into while zero regard for safety thanks to how strong she was. Elena and Amalia were great, but getting to remember all the forums of fellow creeps talking about what they’d do to a hero, then living that depravity? Godlike. Only he would ever know what America Chavez’s throat felt like, and he was enjoying every inch.

“To think, your wonderful balls just unloaded so much to provide our niece with a tasty meal, and they’re already ready to fill her up again.” Amalia purred, somehow knowing Mark was close before his own body. Speeding up her fingers inside the Americunt, “Be sure to suck Mark as hard as you can, America. As thank you for growing such a fantastic penis.”

The tempo had already reached low shallow jabs into her throat while Mark’s orgasm built to peak, but America had never seen a penis cum. As such she did what she was told, bringing her hands to Mark’s rear and pushing him as deep as possible into her gullet and sucking as hard as she could.

“GggH!! TAKE IT!” Mark roared, grabbing her curly hair and joining the full joining of pelvis to face as his violent climax exploded into the lesbain’s mouth.

And Mark made sure, it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

America’s eyes went back as her own body rocked in orgasm. Jizz was nothing like what she’d heard about from Kate Bishop. Bitter? Sour? ‘Stanky’? No. Kate was trying to horde such a wonderful substance all to herself. Mark’s cum was unbelievably tasty, such raw manly taste that flooded her tastebuds and made her suck even harder. It was hard to truly get the flavor as so much poured into her stomach rather than mouth, but it wasn’t long until it splashed up and around. The excessive cum practically filling any space it could find as America tasted Mark’s cum/cock mashup. She tried to swallow. To glug down what she could. But so much was coming out of him that the newly hetero hero was running out of time.

Thankfully he finally extracted his cock from her mouth, meaning she just had to deal with the cum. It was still a challenge to not spit any out, but fuck was America not sharing a drop. White covered her mouth, her cheeks puffed out in fullness, but even when a single drop escaped her nose she’d scoop it back into her mouth as quickly as possible.

It was a good thing she’d learned how to breathe in space, or else she’d be in real trouble.

Once completed her massive task, the cum drunk lesbian stared at Mark with complete reverence. All the taste she’d experienced had been the perfect time for Mark to add as many orders on her distracted brain as possible. Now the kneeling Latina looked up at him and his mother wives peacefully.

“Thank you, Master.”