Wrestling Her She-Demons 2

Kara Danvers sat on her bed, debating whether to wear her ass-hugging jeans or her panty-flashing miniskirt. Cassie Sandsmark, her best friend, was still under the covers. She lay on her side, propped up on one elbow, paging through a teen magazine. When she reached the centerfold, she pulled it out and licked her lips. What she wouldn’t give to get her hands on that much hunky guy—all those beautiful muscles, all that bristling hair, and the big juicy cock a stud like that just had to have.

She sighed, then kicked the sheets off her naked body.

“Hey!” Kara cried as the sheet flew right into her at the foot of the bed.

They could’ve passed for twins, except for Cassie having bronze hair and Kara having gold, Cassie having green eyes and Kara having blue. Both of them wore their hair straight and long, nearly to their shoulder blades. Born with the same height, Cassie had exercised until she had the same weight as Kara, with the same toned, rippling muscles that tightened and firmed every inch of Kara’s body. She might not be as strong as the Kryptonian, but you wouldn’t know it to look at her physique.

In addition, Cassie had the same upturned nose, the same pert breasts, and the same shapely ass. If someone took a picture of their naked bodies with their heads out of frame, the only difference would be in their pubic hair. Cassie’s was a kinky tuft, while Kara had a straight, silken little notch above her pussy.

They’d been best friends since they’d first met, teaming up as Wonder Girl and Supergirl at every opportunity. When their sexualities had budded, they’d explored that as a team too. Giggling over each other’s pubic hair, after it had grown, and then shaving each other to see if they could now notice a difference between being bare and having fur.

When it came to boys, their interest was academic except as a topic for conversation. They seemed to prefer to debate with each other what it would feel like to hold a cock in their hands than to actually find out. Something which was beginning to grate on Kara.

“Stop looking at that, will you?” she told Cassie. “Look at us. We shouldn’t have to buy magazines to find out what hot guys look like!”

“What do you want to do?” Cassie moaned, solving Kara’s dilemma by borrowing her miniskirt for herself.

“I don’t know. I’ve watched so many teen movies and there’s always some well-meaning but doofy guy who turns out to be really hot but he’s just the girl’s friend until she realizes she loves him. But we’re not friends with any doofy guys.”

Cassie pulled the miniskirt on; not needing a bra, she didn’t see the point of wearing panties either. “I hope he ends up having a big dick. If you date your loser friend, he should at least end up having a big dick.”

“What about Clark?” Kara suggested.

“Clark? Your cousin Clark?”

Kara nodded frantically, like she was happy Cassie had suggested it. “I’ve seen him in the shower. He has a big dick.”

Cassie shrugged. “Well, he’s not my cousin…”

“If your cousin had a really big dick, I bet you’d sleep with him.”

“I’d let you sleep with him; that’s the important thing.”

“Yes.”

***

Kara flew Cassie to Smallville, where they found Clark fixing up the Kent farm. Even though Jonathan and Martha had retired to an assisted-living facility, he still liked to keep the place in good condition for family get-togethers.

They asked him to teach them to play poker. Clark agreed, playfully warning them that he played for keeps. They took a blanket, a lantern, and a deck of card out under the stars, it being too nice a night to stay indoors.

One thing Cassie would say for the country was that you didn’t have to hide inside to shelter yourself from noisy cars or loud music or obnoxious ads. She could get used to this—as long as she had a hot guy with her.

Clark was used to how many stars the sky had. He started shuffling the deck.

“Alrighty, what should we play for?” he asked innocently.

Kara and Cassie looked at each other, all but winking with the unspoken agreement between them. They knew what they wanted to win from Clark, but they also knew they wouldn't get it with playing cards.

Kara spoke first.” Well, we are two barely legal girls. Why don't you let me see what hand I get, then I'll bet accordingly? Cass will do the same and Clark, you can bet whatever… depending on how much you want what we're putting up.”

“That sounds good to me,” Cassie said immediately.

Clark grunted a little. “You girls must be a terror at home. You play games even about playing games. But as long as you have a good time…”

Kara received a shit hand from Clark's dealing, but she acted like she had four aces. And when she bet, it was with the smugness of a woman who couldn't lose. “I wager my top.”

“I'll take that bet,” Cassie said, before Clark could take exception with the notion of strip poker. “And match with my top. Or my pants, if that's what you want.”

“The winner should get to choose what the loser takes off,” Kara grinned, like it was all a big laugh. “That way, even if I lose, I at least get to find out what you all want to see.”

“Now wait a minute,” Clark said, looking from Cassie to Kara like he was eager to see which would crack and admit this was a joke. “That's not appropriate, we're just playing a game…”

“Exactly. It's just a little skin. You wouldn't mind us wearing bikinis if you took us to the pool, right?”

“And you'd get into the water too, right? It's more fun that way!”

 Clark stared as if he wasn't sure he recognized the girls he was looking at. “I suppose it's harmless if it's only for a few hands,” he said, thinking they would just take off their socks and maybe win his tie so they could say they'd played strip poker with an older man.

Kara and Cassie went through the motions of playing, but they held their cards more like fashion accessories than anything else. Kara eventually folded; Cassie had a pair of threes. She reached over and pulled down Clark's brawny forearm to see that he had a straight flush.

“Clark! Why couldn't you be a gentleman and let us win?” Kara pouted.

“Guess we have to take something off.”

“What should we take off, Clark?” Kara asked brightly.

Clark gulped nervously. “Girls, girls, come on. You don't have to take anything off.”

“Of course we don't. You're not making us do anything,” Kara purred, giving Cassie a look. 

Cassie all but winked at her. “But if we did take something off, what would you want it to be?”

“We wanna know!” Kara cried.

“Well, your tops, I suppose,” Clark coughed, figuring a few nipples were nothing compared to full frontal. Plus, they probably had something underneath.

Kara and Cassie shared a grin. They proved Clark wrong. When they stripped, the only thing that emerged from the ruffling cloth was bare, creamy flesh.

Clark’s eyes darted between them, examining each set of breasts as if trying to catalog every minute difference he could find. But each bust was pert, peachy, perfectly sized. And trying to memorize the spectacle offered to him, two nubile chests both presented at once, Clark looked from one to the other like he was following a tennis match. The girls subtly swayed their breasts and arched their backs, trying to keep Clark's eyes on them alone.

Then, as if nothing at all had changed and she was wearing something as covering as a parka, Kara casually asked “Can I deal now? Is it my turn?”

She picked up the cards and took them for a spin. It was easy for her to put the cards where she wanted with Clark looking at her nudity instead of her hands.

Cassie bet her bottoms. So did Kara. Clark just sat there.

“I'll, uh, I'll bet my tie.”

“That is a nice tie,” Kara remarked.

“It is,” Cassie agreed.

They flew through the hand, the girls giggling and simpering more than playing. They knew how it would play out.

They snatched up Clark's cards from where he'd laid them facedown. Of course, Clark had a straight flush.

“I lose again!” Kara pouted melodramatically.

Cassie jutted out her lower lip. “You're too good at this, Mr. Kent!”

They sniffled once and then were fully naked, baring themselves to Clark's bulging eyes. Their pussies gave the study in contrasts that their nubile little breasts didn't. A bright sheen of excited pink and then a silky wisp of fur.

“Guess we should've put on some underwear before we played strip poker, huh?” Kara chuckled.

“Now what do we have to play for?” Cassie wondered.

“I can think of a few things,” Cassie smirked. “Things we can do instead of things we can take off.”

“Why don't we put our clothes back on before doing anything? Clark suggested.

“That's no fun,” Cassie protested.

Kara pushed the cards over to him. “Your turn to deal, cousin.”

Clark was all thumbs as he tried to shuffle. By some miracle, he was able to get five cards to everyone. Then he could only hold his breath, waiting with equal parts dread and excitement to see what these crazy girls did next.

“Your bet, Cass,” Kara told the redhead.

“I'll suck the winner off,” Cassie said without hesitation.

“Then I guess I will too,” Kara said without batting an eyelash. “What about you, cous?”

“I… no! No way! This is insane!”

“He can bet his pants,” Cassie said over him.

“Fine by me,” Kara said. “If he wins, we'll just unzip his fly.”

She played with Cassie, while Clark left his cards lying on the ground, wondering how he could talk his way out of this.

This time, Cassie got three aces and Clark sighed in relief. But then Clark turned out to have a royal flush.

“It's destiny,” Cassie said seriously.

“Meant to be,” Kara added, with barely a trace of a giggle. “We need you, Clark!”

“I know what you need!” Lois roared.