Mark's Turn

"Mah turn." Mark said as he casually jumped off from the platform. He quickly threw away his clothes, putting his muscular toned body in display, and started tugging on his dick. "Just give me a sec here and I'll be right on that." He made eye contact with me as he said it, and the look of instantaneous regret on his face made it clear that he felt he made it awkward.

Well, that's what I assumed at first. Maybe he actually just looked away because he noticed that Regina was jumping after him.

"Wait, hold on! You're telling me that just saw an attractive lady have an orgasm right in front of you, and you still need to jack it before you get a boner?" Regina questioned, peaking over his shoulder to look at Mark's penis The man tried to shove her face off from him, to no avail.

"That's just how Mark is." Shayna told us, as she sat right next to me on the ledge. "He don't get hard unintentionally, as far as I know. He denies it, but it's probably a chip he put on his brain." Mark absentmindedly flipped her off, and she returned the gesture with an equal lack of fucks.

"Hey Hera, don't you think you should have something to drink before that?" Rose was bending over the opposite ledge, taking out refreshments from the cooler that we kept behind the platform for safekeeping from the whole chaos of training. "Pretty sure none of us wants to find out what it sounds like when a gal with a dry throat full of sand starts moaning her lungs out."

"I don't think you have to worry about that. The view from here is really unimpressive." Hera commented, staying vigilant like a well trained watchdog on the developments revolving Mark's cock.

"That's only because I can't whack it while the devil watchs!" Mark, bless his heart, was still trying to push her away. A task which common sense would have already deemed impossible to succeed at, but that seemingly wasn't going to stop him.

In that case.“Yeah, it seems like we got a minute or two. Toss me one!”

Rose took a can and threw it towards me, but Shayna stood up an intercepted it. “I’ll take it from here. We wouldn’t want our little heroined getting tired from having to hold the drink, now would we?” My confusion over what she was talking about faded and was replaced by annoyance once she squatted in front of me, her feet touching my thighs on the outer sides, with the can placed under her crotch. “Open yer mouth and tell me when to pull off the lid.”

“Reaaally classy, Shayna.” I rolled my eyes. Still, I grabbed her by the back of her calves to make sure that she wouldn’t fall backwards. “You would get really annoyed if I didn’t play along and just took the can from you instead, right?”

“You can pretend all yah want, but we both know you’re not that much of a party pooper.” She called my bluff, a big smile appearing on her face as I shrugged my shoulders and stuck out my tongue.

Shayna opened the can and the stream of soda fell right into my mouth. Now that she only needed a single hand to hold it, she grabbed the back of my head by the hair and pulled me closer. “Yer thirsty, aren’t you? Then don’tcha let any drop spill, yah silly girl!”

Of course, even the proximity of my mouth to her thighs didn’t prevent a lof of the drink from falling everywhere. I’d say my cloths were more affected by the splash than hers, specially after an excess of soda made me **** for a couple of seconds. For that brief moment, my mouth had to be closed. And as a result, I got a high-fructose facial all over the face.

Shayna kept me like that even after the can was emptied, insisting that I should ‘Kiss it!’. I giggled at the request and told her that she had her fun but I wasn’t going to go the full way with this dumb game of pretend we were having. Rose, the traitor, started clapping to the beat of her cheers of ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”. My laughter intensified, and I might have ended up doing it, if it wasn’t for the loud smack of a hand spanking Shayna’s ass that made her drop it.

“Do I really need to remind yah whose turn was now?” Mark asked his partner, sounding quite smug as he said it. From what I saw peeking under the platform, I would go as far as saying that it was hard to believe he wasn’t this smug all the time.

Shayna annoyedly huffed away, leaving me and Mark once again with something that somewhat felt like privacy, even if we were still clearly being watched by the others. “How did you get Regina off your back?” I asked, too curious to do the polite thing and not bring it up.

“By offering her the chance to hand me into hardness in exchange for leaving it at that and a promise to give us some space right now.” He bit his lip. “Never thought I would get a chance to fuck a super. Thanks for helping me strike that one out of the bucket list.” He laughed.

“Well, ya know, it's not big deal.” I was feeling a bit nerveous about this, and thought of something clever to say. “After all, I can relate to that. Since Paws helped me in finally getting it done for myself, I thought that I owed her paying it forward with other people still looking to accomplish that, you know?” That wasn’t really cleaver, but it got him to smile back at me, so mission accomplished?

“You’re not nerds flirting in high school! Just fuck already!” Regina demanded from the corner near the cooler. It looked as if she, Rose and Shayna were all going to start heckling us if we didn’t start soon.

Our natural response was to flip them all off, which got a similar response from their end. Still, they might have a point. We were putting off-

"Ever had a guy put you in the full Nelson position before?" Mark asked me as he quickly closed the distance between us, his breath hitting my face.

"Errr… No? I don't even know how that would work for, you know, sex." I knew what a full Nelson lock was, since at least a couple appeared in the hundreds of hours worth of fights between superpowered beings I saw every year. But how could it- oh. "Oooh."

"Mind if I show yah?" He had a cocky look on his face and my gut somehow knew that this was going to be the best sex I've ever had with a guy.

"Not at all! Please, take the lead. Show me how it's done." The peanut gallery was cheering wildly, and I had no idea if my nerves were heightened or reduced as a result of that.

"Mah pleasure." Once Mark said those words, he put his hands under my calves and tried to slide them between the stage and my thighs to lift me up. But, in the state I was, I accidentally started levitating a couple of inches above that. Undismayed, he grabbed my ankles and pulled me towards him. "Ah do suppose this makes certain steps easier. Let me just…"

Mark was now shifting my body around as he saw fit. He pulled me closer to the ground so it would be easier for him to shove me down into his dick later. He then raised my legs up so they were on level with my head. After telling me that my combination of robe, cape and hat would make things complicated, he took away my hat and pulled the cape over my face (claiming that not being able to see might make things more interesting). For the robe he simply folded it over so it wouldn't touch my lower body and tightened it like that with my belt (when I asked why he couldn't do the same with the cape, he just laughed about it). He teased pulling my breasts out, but went against it, mentioning that it should happen naturally.

"Yer ready?" He asked from behind me. With my vision blocked, and the position being the way it was, I was truly giving him full control over me. The very same thing that I feared someone taking by ****.

"Yes, I am!"

...It. Was. INCREDIBLE. Mark hooked his arms from under my legs and intertwined his fingers behind my neck, before slamming me down into his jumping dick. I had never in my life been penetrated with such ****. The impact was incredible, and I was shocked over having such an enormous enjoyment for it.

And while none of the following thrusts would be as strong as that very first one, they were still knocking out of the water any of my previous experiences with my exes.

And then he started moving me around, walking while he was carrying the weight of my body. Not quite, actually. I was still half-intentionally using my powers, and what that meant was that Mark was essentially moon jumping while he pushed me up and down his dick. The thrusts were he timed it so that he thrusted in while we were landing down were the best ones.

I must have cummed at least twice before we stopped moving. As the chill breeze on my still kinda wet nipples indicated, my breasts had indeed spilled out of my top by now. And to my surprise, at least two different people were sucking on them.

Regina pulled my back, which allowed me to see that it was Rose and Shayna that were showing all that affection to my breasts. My ring girl then kissed my lips and robbed me out of precious air in order to trigger my next orgasm.

"Coming close now!" Mark warned. The ladies switched around. Regina stopped kissing me so she could instead show my ass some love by digging her nails into it. Shayna gained a monopoly on my breasts and decided that this meant she was free to bite one of my boobs while she twisted and pulled on the other one. And finally, Rose was now putting those pillows she called breasts to use in an effort to smother me.

Mark's semen hit me like a volcanic eruption and drove me to my final orgasm. Him and I collapsed into the floor, and while I could barely keep my eyes open, the look in Regina's face sent me a terrifying message. She might have genuinely be expecting me to lift myself off the ground in a couple of minutes and go back to training.