Beyond Super - Part 4

CHAPTER 4: Pool Party?

It had been exactly a week since the game, and, his thoughts turning to the events of that night, Clark couldn’t help but picture Alyssa in her cheer outfit as he flew back home. The image in his mind was so vivid that it distracted him in his descent. He crash landed in his backyard, ending up flat on his face. Rising to his feet, he shook his head in self-admonishment, then opened the sliding glass doors to step inside. Immediately, he noticed his phone flashing on the counter, checking it to discover a text on the screen.

It was from Alyssa.

Funny, Clark didn’t remember giving Alyssa his number. Maybe her dad had? Whatever the source, she clearly had it now. Clark stared at the message.

“Pool party. My house. Saturday @ 3. Ur coming, right? ;)”

He wasn’t sure how to answer. He certainly wouldn’t mind seeing Alyssa’s succulent body in a bathing suit, but he already knew he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from checking her out. And the last thing he needed was for his neighbor to notice him ogling his daughter, though he supposed the man must be growing accustomed to that sort of thing, the way she looked.

Despite his desires, he knew what he needed to do. He needed to decline her invitation. He thumbed a response into his phone.

“Thanks, but I don’t think I would fit in with the high school crowd.”

He sent the message, pleased with his cleverness in the method of turning her down he’d chosen. Surely, she would understand how a man nearing thirty years of age wouldn’t fit in amongst a bunch of high school seniors.

His phone dinged. “Relax. No school friends. Just a couple of people from around the neighborhood.”

Then, as if reading his earlier thoughts, a second message appeared. “Mom and dad are out of town for the weekend too.”

A couple of people from the neighborhood? No parents? He could actually consider going. Lord knew he wanted to. He thought of her sexy curves fully revealed in a skimpy swimsuit and shuddered, vacillating precariously on the verge of changing his answer.

A third text lit the screen of his phone. “Pretty please?”

In his mind’s eye, he could almost see the hopeful expression on her exquisite features. Even in his imagination, he couldn’t say no to the girl.

“Ok,” he replied, at the same time releasing a resigned sigh.

He received a smiley face in reply.

***

On Saturday, Clark, clad in a t-shirt, swim trunks, and flip flops, walked up to his neighbor’s door and rang the doorbell. The door opened, and he gasped.

Before him stood the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Breathtakingly voluptuous,  unbelievably toned, and staggeringly sexy, Alyssa had become a complete and utter goddess. She was a paragon of matchless beauty, her stunning figure impossibly firm and deliciously ripe, a sensual vision the likes of which Clark had never before seen. Smoldering eyes, succulent lips, and a face that could inspire an army of Greek sculptors looked back at him, wearing an expression of eager delight.

His fingers tightened, clawing into the terrycloth of the towel in his hand until the fabric tore under the pressure.

Alyssa’s body had improved again. And not by a little. It was as if she had packed another entire puberty’s worth of development into the eight days since he’d last seen her, giving her at least double the staggering level of beauty she had already possessed.

Diana had nothing on this girl now. The tables had turned completely, at least in terms of their relative attractiveness. The magnificent amazon, the most beautiful superheroine on the planet for as long as Clark could remember, blessed with an appearance designed by Aphrodite herself, couldn’t hold a candle to Alyssa. Not anymore. She would look like Alyssa’s plainer, far less-developed sister if they stood side by side. Tight, taut, perfect flesh met his awestruck eyes wherever he looked.

As his gaze descended the elegant lines of her spectacular body, he was certain he had never seen a female form that could even come close to challenging hers. Hell, even his imagination would never have been able to concoct such an idyllic version of feminine sexual power. Not until now, seeing it for the first time. The image of her delectable body was now seared into his memory, however, the sight of her seductive curves and the achingly erotic feelings they conjured within him never to be forgotten.

He heard a tear, the sound drawing her huge, expressive eyes to the sleeve of his shirt as it gave way to his tightening biceps. They, just as nearly every other muscle in his body, had grown taut with desire for the sultry, bikini-clad vision before him. The corners of Alyssa’s sensual lips twitched upward, her eyes dancing with satisfaction as she saw the effect her ascending beauty was having on the man she’d set her sights on for so long.

“Come on,” Alyssa said, her perfect lips parting in a smile so brilliant that it made the sun seem dim by comparison. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, her mass of platinum hair shifting with the motion, gold and silver strands glimmering in the warm afternoon sun. Surprised by the strength of her tug, he actually stumbled forward. The girl had apparently become strong enough to be able to generate sufficient force to cause him to lose his balance. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.

Before he could really appreciate the magnitude of her casual feat of strength, however, she had practically dragged him through the living room and the sliding glass doors in the back of the house to the patio that surrounded the pool. There was no one there. Just them.

“Where’s everyone else?” asked Clark, looking around, still a bit stunned by the sight of Alyssa’s nearly nude body.

A sly smile crept over her perfect lips. “We’re it, Clark.”

“But I thought you said you invited people from the neighborhood!” Clark’s voice rose as he said the words, becoming shrill with panic by the end of his statement.

“I said I invited a couple of people from the neighborhood. And I did! You…” she said with a sly smile, pressing a slender finger into Clark’s chest. “And me.”

Clark’s mind whirled with the implications. She had planned this? Time for the two of them? Alone? In swimsuits?

As he reeled with the sudden insight, his scrambled thoughts attempting to make sense of her plan, she shoved a bottle of sunscreen lotion into his hand.

“Lather me up,” she instructed, spinning on her heel and marching swiftly to the lounger beside the pool.

She adjusted the incline of the pool furniture until it lay flat, her efforts to fiddle with the lounger doing all sorts of interesting things to the smooth sexy muscles that lined her back—to say nothing of the breathtaking effect that the tightening of her glutes had on her impossibly succulent ass.

The sultry teen lay down on the lounger beside the pool, the easy, graceful movements of her slender, curvy form seeming to ooze sensuality.  Pulling her thick mane of blonde hair from her back with slender fingers, she twirled it to the side, leaving the skin of her shoulders and upper back bare, those last few hidden inches of perfection now fully revealed to Clark’s bulging eyes. She reached behind her back, her fingers finding the knot of her bikini top, nimbly working at it until it slowly pulled it loose. The strings fell away, leaving the flawless skin of her toned back completely uncovered, all the way down to the voluptuous upper slopes of her tight, supple ass.

Clark’s eyes roamed the girl’s magnificent backside, hungrily drinking in the view of her silky skin, her firm muscles, her insanely long legs. His breath caught, his mind crippled with desire, as overwhelmingly strong feelings of attraction tore through his superhuman body with the violence of a raging tornado.

“What are you waiting for, Clark? I don’t want to burn!” the sexy teen said, the deeper undertones in her sultry voice sending powerful tingles down his rigid spine. The slight throatiness underlying her words seemed to hint at the sort of sexual ecstasy that only a body as perfect as hers could deliver.

Clark mounted the lounger, placing a knee to either side of the girl’s staggeringly sexy derriere.  His heavily muscled thighs tensed as they came into contact with the flawless skin of her sleek thighs. Feeling a lump form in his throat, tingles of arousal slithering through his heavily muscled body toward his twitching member, Clark squirted the lotion on his hands and rubbed them together. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes to prepare himself mentally for this much contact with the girl’s unbelievable body. However, even with his eyes closed, he could still see the luscious acres of unblemished skin as they covered the smooth hills and sculpted valleys of firm, feminine muscle.

Clark’s fingers trembled as he lay them on her soft skin, his breathing growing deeper, his eyes becoming unfocused as if he were entering a hypnotized trance. The sleek sinew within her body tightening and relaxing as she settled into a more comfortable position on the lounger, Alyssa slipped her toned arms under her forehead. Her hair shifted slightly, the fanning movement of its silken strands releasing an ambrosial scent that sent a shiver down Clark’s rigid spine.

Clark’s fingertips descended the girl’s lightly tanned flesh, the oils in the lotion making it glisten in the direct sunlight. He marveled at the feel of her perfect form, her body like warm, polished marble to his quivering touch. He pressed downward, but her sexy muscles barely dented as he tested his hands against them. Clark leaned forward, putting his weight into it. Still, he could barely dent her rounded flesh, even with the use of his super strength.

Just how far had her invulnerability come? It was one thing to have a human teenager bounce off her as had happened at the game last week. It was another entirely to be resisting his strength. His erection rose in his swim trunks at the thought of it.

“Mmmmmm… that feels sooooo good,” she purred, eyes closed, head turned to the side, shifting sexily again on the lounger. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to touch my body like this, Clark. You can press a lot harder than that too, if you’d like. I wouldn’t mind a massage from my sexiest neighbor...”

Clark, in the process of squirting more lotion into his hands, squeezed too hard, splattering some onto the half-covered cheeks of her succulent ass. Swallowing hard, trying not to think too hard about what she had just said, he placed his hands on the perfect spheres of her beautiful derriere to work the lotion into its dense, steely curves.

“God, your hands feel amazing,” she said suggestively as Clark’s now badly shaking hands swooped down the concave curvature of her lower back to finish oiling it. “You really know how to turn a girl on, don’t you? I’ll bet you have lots of experience.”

In truth, he didn’t have any sexual experience. Things had never really worked out with Lois. And Diana, an amazon princess, wasn’t into men. Clark looked down, watching his massive erection tent his swimsuit in a way that would be impossible to hide if she turned to look at him.

As he walked his hands forward, stretching over her naked back to lather her sculpted arms, he felt his engorged member pressing into the hard flesh of her lower back. Thankfully, despite the fact that she must have felt it, she said nothing. He quickly finished his work, running his hands over the sculpted ridges of her triceps and petite bulges of her shoulders swiftly before sitting up again.

Pausing to survey his glistening handiwork, he realized he’d missed her sides! Applying another dollop of viscous liquid to his hands, he placed his hands over her athletic hips, up the tapering slope to her tiny waist, then along the smooth, rounded edges of her beautifully toned lats. As he neared her mid-back, his eyes entranced by the lines of her body as his hands ascended each side of her hourglass figure, his fingers brushed her lush sides of her full breasts. He felt her skin break out in goosebumps at the contact.

“That tickles,” she said in a lilting voice. Her rose-hued lips, pressed tightly against crossed arms just beneath, curled into a pleased smile. “Naughty, naughty, Clark. I knew you weren’t always a gentleman in spite of what my dad’s always saying. I’ll bet you can be pretty wild when you really cut loose...”

Clark felt his cheeks heat as he blushed, unable to keep his erection from reaching epic proportions as he remembered the feel of her pillowy flesh under his searching fingers.

He scrambled off of her, kneeling beside the lounger to finish the torturous exploration of her tantalizing body. He placed his hands on the lower slopes of her dramatic ass, again wondering at his inability to penetrate its steely surface with his fingers. He proceeded to rub lotion over the subtle flare of her hamstrings and the satin skin that tightened over the smooth swells of her rock-hard calves.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief as he coated her slender ankles with lotion, thankful that he was finally done. Maybe his erection would calm down if he ceased touching her for a few minutes. Maybe he could find a towel to wrap around himself until then?

As Clark glanced around for his torn towel, Alyssa reached behind her to re-tie her bikini top, then flipped over, her nubile body so firm that even her breasts barely jiggled with the movement.

Her sapphire eyes glowed in the sun’s rays as she opened them to peer at Clark with a half-lidded gaze. “Now for my front…”

That’s right! He needed to lather the other side of her body now! He had only made it halfway through this erotic torment! Great moons of Krypton!

Clark became aware of his heart thundering in his chest as his gaze ran the length of Alyssa’s divine body.

Clark’s jaw tightened as he summoned reserves of willpower that had never failed him in all of his battles—even those with the most powerful of supervillains. But he wasn’t sure if they had ever been put to the test quite as as they were by the monumental task of withstanding the temptation of this teen goddess’ gut-wrenchingly seductive curves.

He began at her small, shapely feet, making the lengthy journey over her shins to her slender knees. Ascending further, he felt his fingers glide over her thighs. Slim but powerful, her thighs were packed with fibrous cables of muscle that only seemed to appear when she tensed them.

As he slid his fingers over the interior surface of her naked hips, slipping them over the string of her miniscule bikini to reach her sculpted lower abdomen, he felt his eyes quiver and his already racing heart accelerate to dangerous levels. His fingers shook as they drifted just above the small, thin triangle of fabric that covered her modesty.

His cock seemed to reach for her, practically vibrating with need as it sought out her stunning form. Great guns! It would take a miracle to get through this without an orgasm. So much contact with such powerfully sensual curves had him reeling as waves of desire coursed through his heavily muscled form.

He tried closing his eyes, thinking that it might help not to see the seductive swells of her body. But it didn’t work. Touch alone seemed to be an even more mind-consuming way to experience her exquisite form. So he blinked his eyes open, thankful that the bright sunlight made it difficult to see properly for a moment. He welcomed the fleeting distraction.

His hands seemed to vibrate, quivering with building emotion, as his fingertips rose and fell over each iron plate of staggeringly powerful abdominal muscle that lined the core of her sculpted stomach. Struggling to control his hyperventilating breaths, Clark was horrified that the front of her body was proving to be even more devastating to his self-control than its back.

As he reached her sternum, just below the dramatic rise of her resplendent breasts, he was forced to stop, taking deep breaths in an effort to regain control of himself. He risked a downward glance, seeing his erection pulling his shorts so ridiculously tight that he was concerned that the steely rod might tear right through them.

Noticing his momentary stoppage, Alyssa’s eyes opened a crack, sweeping over Clark’s trembling body as he attempted to squirt more lotion onto badly quavering hands.

“Your hands are shaking, Clark!” Alyssa said with a knowing smirk. “Here. Let me help you…”

Her long fingers slithered between his as he rubbed them together to spread the lotion. She guided them downward until they met the breathtaking arc of her perfect breasts. Clark heard himself breathing hard, open-mouthed as he leaned forward, her strong hands forcing his fingers over her softest flesh.

His fingertips, entwined in hers, drifted lightly over the perfect curvature of her delicious flesh, the smooth lines of her massive breasts causing him to shiver as unbearable levels of arousal threatened to consume him utterly.

His quaking fingers jerkily brushing her silky skin, he was vaguely aware of a sudden exhale of breath as it issued from his own lips. He struggled against a climax that threatened to erupt at any second, feeling as if an invisible hand were tearing him apart from the inside with the monumental struggle.

Alyssa’s breasts were just so impossibly sexy, lushly sumptuous while at the same time unbelievably firm. Even armed with his famed superhuman willpower, the spell her ravishing body was weaving over him was dismantling his every mental defense with staggering ease, bringing him to the edge of a complete loss of his iron control.

Clark caught a dribble of drool with his tongue just before it escaped his quivering lips, saving himself from the supreme embarrassment of literally drooling over this girl. It was a small victory, he knew, but he would take what he could get, coaxing his desire-addled body through the last of this sensual experience as he held onto the last remaining threads of his withering control.

Finally, his heavily sinewed thighs rubbing together with unbridled need, they finished with her magnificent breasts. He felt his shoulders relax just slightly from their iron tautness knowing he was only seconds away from finishing.

As their joined hands lathered her upper chest and toned arms, his breathing finally began to calm. He’d made it! He had managed to get through it without climaxing!

“Now my face,” she reminded, her insanely long eyelashes fluttering completely closed once again.

Her hands releasing his, Clark applied one last bit of sunscreen to the girl. He rubbed it into her smooth forehead, sculpted cheekbones, and around her plump, succulent lips to her small chin.

As he pulled back, Alyssa’s eyes opened once more, her gaze flicking to observe his straining shorts before returning to meet his with a glimmer of disappointment in their depths. A second later, however, her expression seemed to brighten with giddy eagerness.

“Now it’s my turn to do you!” she said with a giggle.

Before Clark could object, she had bounded to her feet. She pulled off his t-shirt, letting her luminous eyes roam his massive, chiseled body.

“My God, Clark. I can’t believe you never show off this body,” she said, her long lashes flicking upward to show the heat of desire glimmering within her eyes. She bit her full lower lip. “It’s even better than I—”

She stopped herself in mid-sentence, dark pink circles blossoming over her cheeks. But she gathered herself quickly, quickly regaining her usual easy confidence. “You could give Superman a run for his money, I think.”

Clark almost smiled at that. If she only knew...

As he entertained the thought, however, Alyssa grabbed him by his massive shoulders and tossed him to the lounger with terrifying ease.

Clark stared up at the golden goddess, wonder filling his blue eyes. This girl was strong. Really strong. He needed to know just how far her nascent superpowers had progressed. He needed to think of a way to test her somehow. He needed…

...his thoughts left him as she straddled him, placing a sleek, powerful thigh to each side of his squirming hips. She rubbed her hands together before placing them onto the steely surface of his broad, powerfully muscled chest.

Clark sucked in a surprised breath as her slim fingers burrowed into his superhumanly hard pecs with ease. Rao! Those fingers felt strong. He remembered how he hadn’t been able to do much more than dimple her flesh, causing anxiety to once again fill his desire-addled heart. The girl couldn’t actually be growing as strong as he was, could she?

He thought of his cousin, Supergirl. When they sparred, he could dispatch his younger cousin easily even when barely trying. She was a Kryptonian, but he was so much bigger than she was. So much stronger. The thought of a girl Alyssa’s age matching his strength was absurd. Even Diana stood no chance against his raw power, though her martial prowess helped her hold her own against him when they practiced.

He was Kryptonian. Here on earth, he was the strongest of all the superheroes. No one could match his might. Some actually considered him a god!

He grimaced as Alyssa’s fingertips dug into his chiseled abs.

“Not so hard,” he gasped instinctively, uttering the phrase for the very first time in his entire life.

Alyssa looked momentarily shocked, blinking twice as she processed the information. “Sorry,” she said apologetically. “I keep forgetting how strong I’m getting these days.”

The impact of Clark’s plea—-along with Alyssa’s response—suddenly hit Clark, and he felt his world shift seismically.

This girl, this impossibly sexy teen, had caused him pain—pain!

And she had done it without even trying!

Clark’s mind whirled with the implications. A week ago, she had been strong enough to throw a cheer teammate fifty feet into the air. Now, she could cause Clark—Superman himself—physical pain?

She couldn’t be that powerful, could she? Was there Kryptonite around? No, he would feel weak if there were. He knew what the green mineral felt like, and despite his whirlwind of emotions, he could tell it wasn’t affecting him right now.

Red sunlight then? He looked past Alyssa’s stunning face to the brightness of the sun overhead. Of course not! He was outside, literally being bathed in the yellow light of earth’s sun.

As his eyes descended from the blazing star overhead, they could the glint of a platinum sphere in the corner bedroom window. Of course! As Alyssa’s body had improved, he had been consumed by thoughts of her, nearly forgetting about the artifact she had shown him two weeks ago—her birthday present. That must have something to do with this. The timing couldn’t be a coincidence. Could it be making him weaker? Her stronger? Both?

His flurry of thoughts were interrupted by a new, more intense sensation, however. Great Scott! What was she…?

His eyes looked up in shocked amazement, a whimper of pleasure escaping his lips as he saw Alyssa’s heartbreakingly gorgeous visage directed toward his, a sexy smile twisting her luscious lips.

In his distraction, her fingers had curled around his erect member, and she had begun to stroke it through the fabric of his swim trunks. Waves of unspeakable pleasure washed through his already worked-up body, her slim, powerful fingers delivering sensual feelings far more powerful than any he had felt before. Lois had never done this to him. Neither had Diana. No one. He felt his toes curl inward, his abs clenching in anticipation.

“Have you ever fantasized about me, Clark?” she asked, her huge eyes wide, her mesmerizing irises seeming to loom over him, consuming his field of vision. She leaned forward, the bulging flesh of her shockingly perfect breasts straining her skimpy bikini top. “Because I fantasize about you all the time…”

As she finished, her voice grew breathy, urgent. She leaned further forward, touching her lower lip to his quivering tip just as it tore through the taut fabric of his swimsuit. It was too much for him to withstand. Searing heat erupted from his base skyward, burning as it rose the length of his massive member...

...just as the sound of an opening door came from inside the house.

As Clark exploded in climax so powerful that it seemed to twist his internal organs into knots, a voice called out from inside, causing Alyssa to turn her head to look to its source, mortification written all over her features.

“We’re home,” her dad called, scanning the empty living room.

Alyssa leapt to her feet, scurrying inside the house to intercept her father before the man saw Clark’s spasming body by the pool. Clark’s hips bucked, leaving the cushions of the lounger in the most powerful orgasm of his life. His eyes squeezed shut as he moaned softly, lost in the throes of unending ecstasy. His shorts grew soaked as his body pumped out a seemingly endless quantity of hot, sticky fluid. His final pulses so strong that tears emerged from under his trembling eyelashes to roll down his cheeks, Clark finally slumped back to the cushions. He lay exhausted on the lounger, breathing heavily for several long moments as he attempted to gather himself after the mind-shattering experience.

Alyssa, meanwhile, made sure she placed her magnificent body between her father’s eyes and her would-be lover’s quivering body, thankfully able to shield Clark from the elder man’s view.

Clark attempted to stand, but his knees were far too weak in the immediate aftermath of such a powerful orgasm. So instead, he rolled off the lounger, silently slipping beneath the surface of the water out of risk of being seen. The cool water seemed to help him regain control of himself as Alyssa coolly chatted up his neighbor, and a moment later, he rocketed out of the water at super-speed, returning home simply to collapse onto the sofa, still sucking oxygen into his depleted body. He needed to think. He needed to figure out what to do.

After several moments of silent thought, he reached to the coffee table for his phone and pressed a number on speed dial. He held the phone to his still-dripping ear. “Diana? How quickly can you get here? I need your help.”