Being told the truth

He was alone. He was working. Pizza guy was doing pizza guy stuff.

The moment he started though, he regretted it.

He should have just fucked them. The heat of making pizza…it was a lot less enjoyable than the heat of a blowjob or sex. Or pounding a chick doggy-style while fingering the other. He sighed. He moved on autopilot, grabbing a ball of dough, slapping it onto the floured surface. The sauce splashed. The cheese scattered. He did everything right.

His mind was a million miles away, replaying the feel of Mera’s expert throat and Kara’s ****, powerful sucks. When they entered the shop, the girls had given him pizza orders. It almost felt like a punishment.

The kitchen door creaked open.

He didn’t look up, assuming it was Tony. “Hey, sorry Tony, this is—”

“It’s me.”

He froze. That voice. It was Kara’s, but… different. Deeper. More authoritative. He turned slowly.

Supergirl stood there, in full costume, the famous ‘S’ crest bold on her chest. Her hands were on her hips, her cape draped perfectly behind her. Her expression was a storm of frustration and something else… nervousness?

“S-Supergirl? O-oh wow. Oh, um…” Instant nerves crept up on his fingers. He stopped working altogether. Why in the world did he think that was Kara? Was he losing his mind?

“I… um… I need to talk to you,” Supergirl said, her voice losing some of its heroic resonance, becoming more familiar.

He just stared, the shredder hovering over the pizza, a pile of cheese slowly melting onto the heating element.

“O-of course, anything for you!” He was almost tempted to take his cap off and link his hands together like a soldier or something.

“See, the thing is… Mera was going to tell you. She threatened me. It was either I leave you alone forever, or she’d… she’d reveal my secret first.” Supergirl took a step forward. She brought her hands up to her face, and with two deliberate motions, she put on a pair of large, black-framed glasses and pulled her hair back in a fake ponytail. “It’s me.”

He blinked. The glasses. The pulled-back hair. The change in posture. “Kara?” he breathed, the connection slamming into him with the **** of a freight train.

“Yeah.” A soft, hopeful smile touched her lips. Then, with a flash of mischievous boldness, she grabbed the hem of her short blue skirt and hiked it up to her waist, revealing the clean-shaven, glistening pink pussy beneath. “See? It’s the same pussy you’ve been fucking for weeks. The same one that gets so fucking wet for you. The one you told me was the prettiest fucking cunt you’d ever seen last Tuesday after you came all over it.”

“H-huh…?”

The shredder in his hand tipped. A cascade of cheese missed the pizza entirely and poured onto the blazing hot deck oven.

“Oh, shoot, the pizza!” he yelled, scrambling to grab a peel.

Supergirl was faster. She took a quick, sharp breath and exhaled a precise, frigid stream of air. Fwoooosh! The oven’s heating elements groaned in protest as a layer of frost instantly coated the errant cheese, stopping the smoke. The pizza itself was now perfectly, magically cooled.

“O-oh. T-thanks Supergirl—I-I mean, Kara. Supergirl. Kara.”

She laughed. She then lifted her skirt again and showed him her bare cunt again. “So? Your thoughts?”

“It’s um…”

Hot? Sexy? Erotic? That Kara Danvers, the alluring nerdy girl was also Supergirl? And that he got to bang both of them without knowing.

“Awesome,” was all he could say, and Kara giggled.

“Thanks~!”

The back door opened again. Mera strode in, her regal composure back in place, though her blouse was still provocatively unbuttoned. She took in the scene: Supergirl with her skirt lifted, the pizza peel he was putting down, and a frost-covered oven.

“So,” Mera said dryly, leaning against the doorframe. “The cat, as they say, is out of the bag. My leverage is gone.” She looked at Kara. “I suppose you revealed yourself to preempt my threat.”

Kara—Supergirl—let her skirt fall back into place, a blush creeping up her neck. “Yeah. I did.”

Mera’s gaze slid to him. “And? Does the knowledge that you’ve been splitting the Kryptonian’s pretty little cunt open for months change anything? Does it frighten you? Intimidate you?” Mera was pushing on the negatives. Kara’s face fell a little and even her skirt lowered still. “Isn’t this…a betrayal?”

Betrayal…

Trust…

He looked from the symbol of hope on Kara’s chest to the fierce tone in Mera’s eyes. He thought of Kara’s shy smiles and Supergirl’s fierce passion. It all clicked into place. A slow, bewildered laugh escaped him. “Honestly? It just makes a whole lot of sense. The… enthusiasm. The stamina.”

Kara’s face broke into a radiant, relieved smile.

Seeing her now—fuck, it should have been obvious to him.

Mera rolled her eyes, a queen profoundly bored with the obvious. “Wonderful. The mortal is enlightened. Now, the real question remains.” She gestured between herself and a now-beaming Supergirl. “You have the Queen of Atlantis and the Last Daughter of Krypton in your filthy pizza shop, both of us dripping and **** to be ruined by you. Do you truly intend to make us wait any longer for this… pizza?”

“Well, Kara wanted an XL veggie and you wanted a—”

“Do we really want pizza?” Mera interjected. “Do you really think we want pizza? Us? Queen Mera and Supergirl?”

“Uh…”

Supergirl only giggled. This time, she was on-board and not going to be generous enough to give him an explanation.

He looked at the perfectly salvaged pizza. He looked at the two most powerful, beautiful women on the planet, both watching him with unbridled lust.

He made his decision.

The pizza guy didn’t say a word. His hands went to his waist. The button of his pants popped open and the zipper came down. He pushed the denim and his briefs down his hips in one smooth motion.

His massive cock, already half-hard from the earlier interruption, sprang free. It bounced once, then stood at full, rigid attention. Thick, veiny, and everything they could have wanted. It was immense, twelve inches of pure, eager flesh.

The reactions were immediate and glorious.

Kara let out a sharp, greedy gasp, her blue eyes widening. “Fuck. There it is again…everytime I see it…X-ray vision doesn’t come close to capturing its size…”

Mera’s lips parted in a soundless, hungry sigh, her tongue darting out to wet them. “Mmmph… A true king’s scepter. I knew it.”

The two most powerful women on the planet exchanged a glance that could have melted steel. A silent, predatory understanding passed between them. Without a word, they turned away from him. They walked over to a kitchen counter.

They bent over.

Out of all the places in the world, for the one male in the world, Supergirl and Queen Mera bent over and openly displayed their pussy here. In Gotham City. To this random bloke with a big dick.

The pizza guy swallowed.

Drip, drip. Pre-cum began to rain from the lengthy tip of his pipe.

Bent over the stainless steel prep counter, Supergirl’s iconic red-cape-clad backside arched in a perfect, tempting curve. Her skirt was already lifted, all she needed to do was toss the cape to the side and voila!

Supergirl’s pussy.

The blonde glanced over her shoulder, her blue eyes burning with need. “Come on, delivery boy. Time to deliver something way better than pizza.”

Mera was not outdone in any sense. She was positioned right beside Kara and her voluptuous Atlantean form was more lush in curves. Bigger tits, wider hips, more arch of her spine. The biggest difference was their asses: Supergirl had a fatter and more toned ass. It seemed to jiggle as she wobbled her hips left and right.

Mera did not want to lose though. She pressed her chest against the cool metal, her red hair cascading down her back. “Choose a hole. Which heaven will you claim first?”

His heart hammered against his ribs. The choice was paralyzing. The Kryptonian goddess or the Atlantean queen. Both were offering themselves to him, a lowly pizza guy. The pressure was immense.

He looked at Kara, at the nervous hope still lingering in her eyes from her revelation. She’d trusted him with her greatest secret. That meant something.

“Supergirl,” he said. “I wanna fuck Supergirl first. To thank you. For telling me.”

A brilliant, triumphant smile spread across Kara’s face. Mera’s lips formed a delicate, disappointed pout.

Gulping, he stepped up behind Kara, his hands gripping her hips. The red and blue of her suit was stretched taut over her incredible ass. He ran a hand down the cleft, feeling her shudder.

This pussy…was going to get ruined.

He planted the fat, dripping head of his cock at her entrance. She was already so wet. Fuck, he couldn’t hold back. At the same time, he glanced at Mera. Was he really going to fuck Supergirl while neglecting Mera?

No. He could do more. He would do more.

The pizza guy gripped her hip with one hand, and on a pure whim, he brought the other down, his fingers finding Mera’s waiting, neglected pussy.

Mera jolted at the sudden contact, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. “Mmph! What are you—oh!” Her complaint was cut short as he pushed two fingers deep inside her in one smooth, brutal thrust. Squelch!

At the exact same moment, he drove his hips forward, burying his entire twelve-inch length into Kara’s incredible, Kryptonian-tight cunt in one devastating stroke. Schliiick! CLAP—!

Kara’s back arched violently. “Oh my god—!” She moaned. She gasped. To a woman who could perceive light itself, this sheathing was a long, long moment. She shrieked and gasped and frothed with saliva. “FUUUUCK! YES! RAO, YES! FILL ME UP!”

Then the second thrust occurred and it was complete pleasure and overwhelming sensation. Supergirl shrieked and slammed an arm down on the metal. There was a massive dent. Her pussy tightened but simply could not stop him. A third thrust, a fourth thrust—

“OH RAO, OH RAOOO~!!!”

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

“Thisdickthisdiiick~!!! W-w-waiiit!”

She was Supergirl.

She was instantly losing.

How? How? How?

Mera’s initial indignation also vanished, replaced by repeated shocked moans. The pizza guy’s fingers were magic inside her, curling and searching, stroking a spot deep within her that made her toes curl. “Oh, by the seven seas… what is that—!?” She whimpered. She actually whimpered. She threw her head back and tried to look at him, only for her eyes to roll back too. “Oh, fuck! Oh, in the name of the gods—don’t stop!”

He fingered Queen Mera while his hips slammed into Supergirl’s gripping, wet cunt. There was no thrust that didn’t make her gasp or moan or shriek. Mostly shriek. Mera tried to maintain her dignity, Supergirl didn’t.

“Rao, this cock—Rao, this cocckkk! I’m sorry, I can’t LIVE WITHOUT THIS COCCKKK~!!! I CAN’T STOP CUMMING FROM THIS COCCKKKKKK—!”

Probably because she had fucked it more. There were stronger and deeper withdrawal symptoms. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth was agape, her saliva splattered and gurgled in her mouth before spitting back out as she slammed her head forward. Supergirl came again and again and she looked utterly ridiculous.

Supergirl didn’t care either. She just didn’t.

“THIS IS THE DICK OF MY DREAMMMS!!! BEST! DICK! EVERRR!!”

She couldn’t slam back either. It was all the pizza guy. It was all him.

His hand worked Mera with equal ferocity, his fingers pistoning in and out of her dripping channel. His thumb then teased her clit and there was a loud, distinct gasp.

“Y-you think you’re all that, don’t you?” Mera grunted. “Not even using y-y-your cock! Being better than my husband! You like your fingers fucking this royal cunt! Is that it!?”

Not really, but…

Schlick, schlick, schlick!

His fingers did their thing.

“Yesss!” Mera hissed, her own hips bucking back against his hand, fucking herself on his digits. “They are… unnnh… they are so much better than my husband’s pathetic cock! Fuck! His dick is a worthless, tiny minnow compared to your magnificent fingers! Hngggh~!!”

Hearing the Queen of Atlantis debase her own king for him sent a new wave of power through him. He fucked Kara harder, deeper, his balls slapping against her booty. What a toned ass it was. It didn't jiggle but it had this softness to it. He loved it. He loved his balls just smacking against this alien booty.

The rest of the male world mourned that they could never see up Supergirl's skirt. But he was the exception. He was more than the exception.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Kara was unraveling. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, showing only white. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, drool dripping onto the counter. She was babbling, incoherent with pleasure. “Cumming! ’m cumming again! ’s the eighth one! Ninth! Fuck! Tenth! Don’t stop! Break me! BREAK YOUR SUPERGIRL!”

Her pussy clamped down on him and the Kryptonian orgasm that milked his shaft pulled him inexorably toward his own end. He couldn’t even grunt, he just gasped, felt her tighten up and suddenly he was cumming. He could feel her warmth flooding around him.

“DO IT! PUMP IT! GIVE ME EVERY FUCKING DROP!” Supergirl screamed to the world. It didn’t matter that Mera was listening, only he mattered.

He slammed home and let rope after thick rope of his cum fire directly into her alien womb. Flooding her, marking her from the inside. Kara’s body seized, a final, cataclysmic shudder wracking her frame before she went completely limp against the counter, her breath coming in ragged, exhausted pants.

“Huff….huff….” Kara gasped and tried to not look completely demented. “R-Rao…c-can’t…feel…my legsshh….”

He pulled out of her with a wet, messy sound. A torrent of his viscous white baby batter immediately began to drip down her thighs.

He turned, his cock glistening and still rock-hard, to face Mera. The queen was panting, her face flushed, her own thighs slick from his expert fingering. Her emerald eyes were wide with ****, unfulfilled need.

“Finally my turn, hm? Yes, yes, t-that’s good. I need it. I need your god-cock inside me. Now.” Mera used both hands, spreading her own pussy lips wide for him, presenting her dripping, pink entrance. “Take your queen. Fuck this royal cunt until I forget my own name.”

These chicks…

‘They’re kinda crazy, huh? Guess you have to, to be a hero.’

With a polite smile, he took one step to the side and drove into her in one continuous, deep motion.

Mera’s reaction was instantaneous and primal. Her head flew back, a guttural, unchained scream ripped from her throat that was nothing like her usual regal composure.

“YYYYEEESSSS! THERE! THAT’S IT! THAT’S THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES ME CUM!”

Fingering was VERY different from fucking. Very.

“OH YES, OH YESSS, OH YESSSS~!!”

With a cock, there was this heat. With a cock, an Atlantean vagina could lather and trace the veins. With a cock, there was this fullness.

Her Atlantean pussy really was different than the Kryptonian's. Genuine biological differences. It was deeper, wetter, a crushing, velvety pressure that welcomed him like a homecoming. He set a relentless pace, pounding into her with everything he had.

Each thrust **** another choked cry from her lips.

“Oh yes, oh yes, OH YESSSSHHH~!!” For Mera to start slobbering and slurring over her words was nearly biologically impossible. She swam for a living. She lived for swimming and taking in water.

So what was this?

“MAKINNG MEE CUMSSHSHH!! CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMIIING!!”

This was a matter of mental domination. His dick was breaking her mind. Throwing every memory she ever had of Arthur Curry down the drain. Making her stupid because all she wanted to be was stupid when getting fucked. It made her feel happy. It made her this.

It was a self-perpetuating cycle, really. To be stupid was to be in bliss. To be in bliss was to get fucked. To get fucked was to be stupid.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Hence why the most staunch, loyal married woman was betraying her husband. Because of bliss. Because of peace. Because of everything the pizza guy brought to her world.

“Is this… unnh… is this what you needed, your highness?” he grunted, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise a lesser woman. He slapped her ass. “I’d like an answer!”

Logic returned right then and there. His orders had to be obeyed.

“Yes! Fuck! This cock! This is the only cock! The biggest! The best! Paired with the fattest, richest balls! Aaaah! I obey only this! I moan only for this!” she screamed, her words dissolving into mindless sounds as he pounded her toward her climax.

He could feel her tightening, her inner walls beginning to flutter wildly around his shaft. “You gonna cum, Queen? You gonna cream all over this delivery dick?”

Mera was a MILF. Her cunt reacted stronger because she had a plethora of experience and she knew what she was doing. She knew what her body was like. She knew. She just knew, or at least she thought she did until she met this dick.

This dick made her fat white Atlantean ass jiggle and her voice become lost to a state of sorryness. It made her seem like a whore rather than a queen.

“I’m—I’m— NYAAAAAH!” Mera’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, a convulsive, full-body seizure that made her claws scratch grooves into the steel counter. “HNGGGHH~!!”

Her pussy clenched and gushed around him, a warm flood of her release. Unlike the Kryptonian pussy which manually drained his load, this was merely a matter of time. He gasped, buried himself to the hilt, and came for the second time, his own release joining hers in a torrential downpour inside her.

Spurt, spurt, spuuuurt!

He pumped her full, until he was spent and empty.

He pulled out, staggering back.

The sight that greeted him was one for the ages. The Queen of Atlantis and the Last Daughter of Krypton were bent over the pizza prep counter, their legs trembling, barely able to hold themselves up. Their arms were stretched forward, gripping the opposite edge of the counter for dear life.

From between Supergirl’s thighs, the thick, white stream of his cum had already made a complete mess of the floor—and it didn’t seem like there was an end to it. The actual pink flesh of her alien pussy was completely blocked by the white of his spunk. It was ridiculous.

Drip… plop…!

From Mera’s well-fucked royal pussy, an even greater and fresher flood was cascading out, a viscous, gooey river of his seed flowing down her legs in huge, globby waves. Sloosh… drip… plop!

They were completely fucked. Helpless. Pathetic. Two of the most powerful beings on the planet, utterly conquered and claimed by a normal human and his big cock. Their chests heaved, their eyes were glazed over, and soft, continuous moans were the only sounds they could manage.

The pizza guy rubbed the back of his head. “What a mess. This is going to take a while to clean up…” He sighed and ran a hand down his face. “Tony is going to kill me…"