Wrestling Her She-Demons 4

Karen Starr went to Clark’s apartment after spending the afternoon fighting crime as Power Girl. All the exertion had her feeling horny and she was hoping Clark—who always had a lot of friends over for someone trying to keep a secret identity—would be the key to relieve the fierce itch in her cunt.

“Honey, I’m home!” she called out ironically, knowing Clark was married and how zealously Lois defended his… honor. She’d probably kick my ass just for saying that—or at least try to.

No one answered her, though. Karen frowned in disappointment.

“Perfect,” she cursed, running her hands over her body in a motion that was a spur to her autoerotic inclinations. “All this to come home to and no one to bring it home… to.”

She wondered at that turn of phrase, but shit, she wasn’t the journalist in the family. With a sour look on her face, she undid her red cape and let it fall on Clark’s doorstep before making her way into the apartment.

In no time at all, every piece of her discarded costume led the way from the front door to the bedroom, where Karen flopped naked on the bed.

As much as her skimpy costume revealed of her, it could not do justice to her overwhelming physique. Karen was stupendously muscular, with biceps, delts, and lats that would put a bodybuilder to shame, but no one would accuse her of being masculine. Her fulsome breasts were utterly delectable, giddily prominent F-cup globes that were pert and perky despite their swollen heft.

On a more slender woman, they would be ridiculous, but on Karen’s buxom frame, they were just the centerpiece of her mouthwatering appeal. Her thighs were full and toned as well, her ass a masterpiece of plump curvature—big without being close to fat—and her costume showed off almost all there was of both her intense musculature and her awe-inspiring curves.

It aroused Karen to know that she was lusted after by damn near all of Metropolis, yet her present state was reserved for her alone. She wondered how many organs the good citizens would give up to be allowed to see the spectacle she now amused herself with—Karen had too healthy an ego to rue being alone when possessing the delectable body she did was better than a great many lovers.

And how many of them would happily give up their lives if they got to see this before they croaked? she wondered grandiosely.

Karen slipped a hand down to her groin and gave herself a little of the love she knew she deserved. Her breathing quickened as she stroked her horny little cunt. A tingling filled up her sex, quickly radiating out to take over her entire body. She was full of throbbing desire, happy to be able to play with such an adrenalized pussy… but wishing she had the fat cock she knew from experience would truly satisfy her.

“I’m so fucking horny!” Karen moaned, flipping over onto her belly and rubbing her wet mound desperately against the mattress, happy to mark the marriage bed that Clark should be sharing with her instead of a weak and pitiful earther.

She would have been massively gratified to know that Clark had entered his apartment only moments ago and now stood just outside the bedroom, watching her through the door she’d left open.

He had come home to find her cape abandoned on the doorsill and quickly followed the rest of her costume to the bedroom, thinking that a wounded Power Girl might’ve tried to get her costume off to tend some wound before passing out or worse.

Then he saw Karen. His prick grew hard like an animal slipping its leash. There was just no turning away from the sight of his voluptuous cousin fingering herself, lying there naked on his very own bed. Watching her sent hot blood pounding into Clark’s loins, his erection throbbing against the suddenly tight confines of his jeans. Unconsciously he stroked himself through his pants, his eyes wide to drink it more of the luscious sight.

“Oh baby, give me cock! I need cock! My little pussy can’t be empty! I want a big fat cock inside it!” Karen moaned, sexual frustration bringing tears to her eyes.

Out in the hallway, Clark could only gape, shocked at what he was hearing. His manhood ached, feverish to give Karen’s tight pussy the treatment it was begging for. But Clark held himself back, trying to resist the temptation—yet already, he couldn’t resist the urge to see more, to watch this vixen bring herself off as he yearned to.

After that, Clark promised himself, he would leave and make no mention of this to Karen, not wanting to embarrass her with the knowledge that he had been present for such an intimate moment.

“Fuck me! Please, someone fuck me! I want it so much!” Karen howled, thrusting her fingers deeper and deeper into herself. Her inner muscles grabbed at her hand while she rutted against the bed, trying to titillate her clit and get herself off, get that sexual relief that she needed so fervently.

Unaware of the attention that Clark was giving her, Karen trembled on the mattress, feeling her climax started up. She moaned nonstop, giving her fingers to her clasping sex again and again.

“Ohh, finally! I’m gonna come!” she mewled, shivering all over as ecstasy washed through her.

It felt nice, but that wasn’t good enough. Karen knew she needed the kind of rapture that only a man’s cock could give her.

Watching Karen orgasm, Clark rubbed his stiff prick urgently, thinking of how easy it would be to approach her and ram himself inside that wet cunt, taking her effortlessly from one climax to another. He loved how Karen was sprawled out on the bed. She still lay on her belly and her firm ass jiggled, her thighs splayed open. Clark felt the crotch of his jeans begin to give under the pressure of his erection.

As the last voluptuous tremble ran through her, Karen sighed and rolled onto her back. She noticed Clark for the first time. And smiled.

“Hello Clark,” she said huskily, feeling lust sweep over her like it had never left at the sight of Clark’s hard cock and the tent it made in his denim.

“Uh, hello Karen… hi.”

“Did you see me get off? What do you think of my technique? Is that the way you’d do it?”

“I don’t know… I couldn’t say,” Clark told her, haplessly adjusting his glasses.

“You must’ve heard me say how much I wanted cock. So you know what I’d want you to do. Just whip that big dick out and shove it in me!”

Clark’s eyes flew from Karen’s heaving breasts to her wet sex, then back to her cleavage again. “Well, ah, there’s no point in that, now that you’ve already done it all yourself…”

Karen gave him a knowing grin. “Oh no, Clark, one little orgasm isn’t enough to satisfy me. It’ll take a lot more than that before I’ve had enough.”

“I’ve had enough right now!” Lois cried from behind Clark. “And I’m not going to take it anymore!”