Dean's Big Night At The Kents (Part 3: Dessert is Served)

Written in collaboration with Cross C

With the final members of the game revealed, it felt like things were different now somehow, yet nothing had changed at all. Only Dean seemed to still be in truly high spirits after such a revealing turn of events.

“Hmm, this was good. I assume dessert is on the way?”

“Yes, I just have to take out the strawberry cream gelato from the fridge and dish it out,” Lois nodded.

“Ah! Lovely. I would like it to be served on Karen’s naked body please.” He instructed, which seemed eminently reasonable to Clark, glaring at his cousin to quickly begin disrobing. “But, before that, mind if I use the facilities? All this salmon is rather...dehydrating." He winked at Lois, who blushed a becoming shade of pink.

"Of course," Lois replied, standing up. "It's just down the hall, second door on the left." She began to lead the way, her hips swaying subtly. "I'll show you where it is."

Clark, feeling the air clear slightly with Dean's temporary absence, seized the opportunity. "Karen," he began, his voice low and strained, "perhaps it would be best if you…" he fumbled for the right words, "…headed home now."

Karen, however, was not one to be dismissed so easily. Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering within them. "And why exactly would I do that, Clark?"

He sighed inwardly, having known she wouldn't give up so easily. "Look," he began, struggling to maintain his composure, "this evening was supposed to be about Lois and I and Dean. We had... plans."

Karen's eyes widened in realization. "Oh my god," she breathed, "You were planning a threesome?"

"Shhh!" Clark hissed, glancing around frantically. "Keep your voice down!"

Karen's gaze softened a bit at his obvious distress. "Listen," she said gently, placing a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry I crashed your party. I didn't realize." She paused for a moment, chewing her lower lip thoughtfully. "But if you really want me to go… I will.”

“Thank you, Karen. That means a lot.” said Clark, feeling more at ease with his cousin’s clear empathy to his feelings, more than what she’d provided in the night thus far.

She looked a little anxiously at the front door before turning back around, “C-can I at least stay long enough to say goodnight to Dean? I promise I’ll leave straight after! I just… kinda felt a bit of a connection to him… wouldn’t mind his number too, if that isn’t crossing any lines…”

Superman sighed. He supposed that since she was providing her own olive branch, he could be kind enough to acquiesce to her innocent request. “That’s fine. Dean seemed to like you too… I just was hoping this evening would be more focused on us than it has been.”

“Totally fair. Thanks Clark!” Those sweet teeth beamed at him, and he felt even more at ease. Though the conversation faced a quick bout of awkwardness as they waited for their dates. “...soooo… a threesome, eh? That’s kinda huge. Does he know about you…?”

“...if you MUST know, no. He isn’t aware of anything.” Clark inadvertently lied, “But, also, it isn’t a threesome. Dean is just helping us… deal with some issues.”

Her eyes lit up with a snap of her fingers, “Oh! He’s a sex therapist!”

“Um, sure, let’s go with that.” Clark purposefully lied. Describing his cuckold urges to her would just lead to more questions from the probing kryptonian. “We wanted to treat him to a bit of a nice dinner and pleasantries so he could do his job in the best of moods.”

“Hey, maybe you could just say I was part of that nice dinner? Like, the entertainment, ya know~?”

“Hmm, not the worst idea. He did seem enamoured with you at times…”

“Yeah! Don’t worry Clark, we’ll save your lame sex life yet!” Her words sure acted nice for how much they stung the Man of Steel, “Hmm, still… a sex therapist has to be good at sex too, right?” She surmised, tapping at her chin while thinking about Dean, “I wonder what crazy positions he’d be capable of pulling off…”

“Mm…” Clark agreed, thinking about him with Lois.

“...that thing in his pants, combined with real, tangible knowledge of how to use it…” Her nipples were hardening yet again, while Clark’s pants became ever tighter yet again. Dean had enamoured them, and was now teasing him with his lack of presence. “Where is he anyway?! He can’t be pissing this long!”

Both turned their heads to find out what had held up the therapist. Activating their X-Ray vision to see through the easily scanned walls and find-

“Oh my god!”

“L-Lois!”

There, in the confines of the small bathroom, Lois and Dean were locked in a passionate embrace. Tongues tangled, hands roamed, their intentions leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Dean had her pressed up against the door to the bathroom, mouth buried deep into her neck while the reporter thrust herself into him. Her smile was wide, her actions were lewd, and her enjoyment was easily seen. One hand on the back of his head to encourage the kisses and nibbles, while the other squeezed and groped at the vast bulge he provided down below. All while he similarly mauled her expensive dress for all its worth, disheveling and staining such wonderful apparel with her own love juices and moans.

Though the initial shock was palpable, it quickly gave way to a voyeuristic curiosity. Both Clark and Karen, fueled by a cocktail of emotions – jealousy, betrayal, and a strange undercurrent of arousal – couldn't help but push their X-ray vision further. The walls became transparent, revealing Lois and Dean in their entirety, stripped bare not only of clothing but also of any remaining pretense.

Neither said anything, almost completely ignoring the other’s existence, while the pair of cousins stared deeply at the adulterous content they’d stumbled upon.

It was like a call in their minds demanding they look deeper. Clark was obviously enraptured, this is what he was searching for the entire evening, and that his wife was providing it without even his consent was even hotter than he could ever imagine. Lois was going to get fucked by a real man while he watched on from another room! This was the feeling he’d been searching for ever since Dean made him realise how much of a cuck he was!

Karen on the other hand couldn’t help but imagine herself as Lois. The way Dean moved, the way he dominated yet caringly made love to her, the sheer strength of such a huge cock. All of this was making her heart and loins sing out in jealousy and longing…

But she was also the first to shake herself free of the control.

“W-wait! We have to stop them, Clark!” She said moving faster than the speed of sound to rush to the bathroom door. Literally ripping it off its hinges and making the two fall on their backs by her feet. “What the hell are you doing?!” Karen yelled at them.

Standing up and brushing himself off, “Uhh, being the perfect guest, obviously.”

“WHAT?! You may have been pretty perfect back at the table, but right now you’re KISSING the HOST’S WIFE!” She screamed, angrily balling her fists at them, “I knew something was fishy about you, Mr. Perfect! No way Lois would EVER cheat on Clark! You’ve been manipulating us somehow, haven’t you?!”

Clark had made his way over to the bathroom now, though a bit awkwardly trying to hide the stain in his underwear, “Karen, calm d-”

“NO!” She slammed Clark as hard as she could, catching the steel man off guard enough for even him to fall to the floor, “This is for everyone’s good! I’m getting this guy out of here!”

“Wait!”

ZOOM

But it was too late.

Karen and Dean were gone, in an instant yellow blur.

“C-Clark?” asked Lois, hair a mess from the makeout and the sudden supersonic jet stream, “Where’d she take Dean?!”

“I-I don’t know!” He said, head flailing around while scanning every angle with his x-ray vision, “I can’t tell which they went!”

“Find them! She might hurt Dean!”

He was gone by the time she’d finished saying ‘find’.

But it was easier said than done. This was a woman that could move as fast as he could, even flying thousands of miles above the city wasn’t going to instantly provide results.

Should he focus on the city, or further than that? What if she ran west instead of east? What if she flew him to space?

The more he speedily searched Metropolis, the more worry filled his heart. No tracks, no energy trails, just a woman scorned taking his man away. How had Superman managed to fail so hard that his guest could be killed by his cousin? What did she mean ‘manipulate’? Dean was such a nice and perfect gentleman… Karen must have just been angry that Clark asked her to leave…

Panic began setting in, he flew to her apartment, he flew to the Watchtower, he flew to Smallville, he flew to England, Zimbabwe, Gorilla City, New Zealand, Gotham, anywhere and everywhere he could think of to find where Dean and Karen could be.

But they were gone.

His only thought was maybe, just maybe, she’d left a clue in the jumper she originally changed out of. Home was the only hope before he’d have to start asking his superhero friends to help find the man who would sleep with his wife.

With a slump in his shoulders and failure stinging his very soul, Clark couldn’t even look at his home without feeling deep anger at himself. Flying back almost blind lest he let out the biggest laser blast of rage he’d ever created before.

“Lois…?” Clark called out when he returned to his apartment, “I… I couldn’t find them… I couldn’t save Dean… b-but is Karen’s jumper still here? Maybe…? …wait a minute…”

He may have been faster than a speeding bullet, but sometimes Superman was slow on the uptake.

Shutting himself off from his apartment out of self inflicted anger, Clark had failed to miss his super hearing picking up the sounds of… kisses.

When Clark finally returned to his bedroom, he saw the most beautiful image he’d ever seen. Burned into his mind for the rest of time.

“Hello, Clark.” Dean said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction, his piercing eyes locking onto the stunned man in the doorway. His smile was a wolfish baring of teeth, confident and predatory, as his hands gripped the heads of the two women at his feet—Lois and Karen. Each of his palms rested possessively on their scalps, their hair mussed from his firm hold. They looked utterly enraptured, like devotees worshiping at the altar of his overwhelming masculinity.

Lois, still clad in a slinky violet negligee that clung to her slender, toned frame, knelt at Dean’s right. The thin straps of her lingerie had slipped slightly, exposing the tops of her pert breasts, the hardened tips of her nipples poking through the sheer fabric. Her lips were glossy and wet, wrapping tenderly around the base of Dean’s enormous sack, her tongue flicking delicately over the taut, veiny skin. Every soft suck and gentle lick betrayed her utter devotion, her delicate fingers cradling one of his pendulous testicles as if holding a sacred artifact.

Beside her, Karen was the stark contrast—a voluptuous blonde bombshell whose body exuded raw sexual power. Her lingerie, a deep blue set that strained to contain her massive, heaving breasts, was little more than a suggestion of clothing at this point. Her huge tits spilled from the lacy confines, the soft, creamy flesh pressing against Dean’s thighs as she leaned in to lavish attention on his other ball. Her plush lips kissed and suckled at the swollen orb, her tongue swirling around its surface with the hunger of a woman starved. Her hands, strong yet gentle, massaged the thick base of his shaft and caressed the weighty girth of his sack, her nails dragging lightly against his skin to tease and excite.

Both women were utterly absorbed in their task, their movements synchronized as they worshiped the colossal manhood before them. Lois’s more delicate, teasing licks complemented Karen’s ravenous, full-mouthed devotion, their combined efforts leaving Dean’s balls glistening with their spit. It was obscene, the way they ignored Clark completely, their focus entirely on bringing pleasure to the man who had claimed dominance over them.

“Or should I say, Superman?” Dean’s mocking words hung in the air, but neither Lois nor Karen so much as glanced in Clark’s direction. They remained fixated on Dean, their tongues and lips working in tandem to stimulate his immense, heavy balls, their soft moans blending into a lewd symphony of submission and desire.

“I…” He gulped in response. Of course Dean knew, he was perfect. But still, a nagging voice in the back of his head also wondered why it was okay. “H-how…?”

“Your wife told me. It didn’t take much for her to spill your greatest secret, only a small threat of time away from my cock made her sing like a canary.” He smirked down at Lois while rubbing her head, “Of course, don’t blame her too much. Mind control can be too much for some to handle.”

It hit Clark like a ton of bricks, even if he couldn’t fully bring himself to look away from Lois, “K-Karen was right?”

“Ah yes, my dear Karen. She showed up at my office a few days ago. Breaking up a perfect specimen like her from her boyfriend was an easy task, having her be your sexy cousin and show up here was a bit of fun I found out I could enact. But being strong enough to break free? I suppose I underestimated her. A mistake that won’t happen again, I assure you.” The firm hair pull he gave the kryptonian didn’t hurt her, but it was enough to make her moan in wanton passion.

“What… do you want?”

“I am a hero, like you, Clark. I just use my talents to heal the sick. Mental health is so fragile these days, you know this, right? Surely those suffering from depression would choose to be hypnotised if their sadness and woe could be turned off so easily. Why must good people suffer just because my power SOUNDS scary? I’m not hurting anyone.” His words made sense, and Clark so deeply wanted them to be true, “Money has no use to me, so what else am I supposed to take as payment other than enjoyable, perhaps sexual, experiences with my clients? I just like having some fun! Maybe I cross a few lines… but evil? Far from it.”

Resistance plagued Superman’s heart. His mind was always open to new ideas, but was a mind controller using their powers for good but also sex truly ethically sound? Nothing but his gut could form a complaint, and his gut was slowly losing the will to fight thanks to the thunderous demands of Clark’s cock. “I… I I’m…”

“I never changed anything about you, you know. You came to me with intimacy issues, you were the one with the deeply ingrained desire to be the lesser man. For all you know this is just advanced roleplay Lois concocted for you to enjoy.” Dean’s confusing tactics made it even harder for Clark to concentrate, but the illusion was slowly breaking, “So I’m either a human hypnotist that has control over two kryptonians, or a human that has a dick so big your wife begged me to cuck you. Either way, I’m sure you can tell what that makes me.”

“W-what?”

“It makes me better than Superman.” Dean smirked in victory, because everyone in the room knew it.

Especially Clark.

His cock literally had to be grabbed through his pants to stop himself from cumming, feeling so titanically inferior to this regular human that his cock had tried to splurt out its load from words alone. It still hissed in aching pain from his strong grip, barely able to hold on while not helped by Lois and Karen still licking Dean’s superior schlong.

“And now, I own you, don’t I?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy. Strip, then sit in the corner.”

As one would expect, Clark obeyed immediately. Sitting his bare ass down in the pre-prepared dog bed that Lois and Clark had ready for Dean’s evening. His cock had finally calmed down enough to be released from the **** grip it was in, but the plethora of precum oozing from the top showed he wasn’t exactly far from the edge either.