Blame It On The Red K

Karen didn’t hate Linda. She hated things like Nazis and Lex Luthor and pineapple on pizza. Linda was too cute and cheery and blonde to hate. But Karen resented her.

Not so much because of anything Linda did; God forbid Linda do anything wrong. But Larem always got the feeling that people looked at her, with her show-off costume and her awe-inspiring breasts, and didn’t take her as seriously as they did Supergirl. With her modest costume and her Girl Scout attitude and her body that was only sexy in how innocent it was. The Good Girl. The Supergirl.

Of course, that was before Karen ran into the Red Kryptonite. It hadn’t made her grow horns or anything. But it did make her see Linda in a new light. After all, Linda was her. At least in another dimension. She was Karen played in a different key. And Karen remembered being that age. Her hormones raging. Her curiosity on fire.

It was hard not to think that Karen knew exactly how to satisfy all that curiosity Linda must be burdened with.

At the moment, Linda and Karen were sitting on top of a skyscraper, sipping iced tea. Linda had insisted on getting it for them to drink while she tried to figure out how the Red K had affected Karen—that niceness again.

Karen didn’t mind hanging out with Linda. Her breasts were bigger than hers, after all. Even with the relief offered by the cut-out in the middle of her cleavage, the fabric that remained strained to contain her awesome bust.

Linda’s breasts were smaller, but the nipples easily stiffened. Karen noted them. She wondered how often Linda’s nipples got hard.

Then she reached out and lifted Linda’s skirt with one crocked finger.

“Peej!” Linda cried in surprise. Her face burned and she pulled her skirt away from Karen. Even some girly horseplay was too much for her nice ass. “What are you doing?”

“Think of it as wondering aloud,” Karen grinned. “Just with my hands instead of my voice. You know, that Phantom Lady has a pretty good rack.”

“What?”

“And when I was your age, it really would’ve turned me on to be with someone like her. So I wonder if it turns you on to be with me.”

Linda felt strangely excited by the look in Karen’s eyes. She had never seen Power Girl look at her quite like this. Despite how pretty she was, she didn’t think anyone had ever looked at her in this way…

Karen’s eyes were gleaming hungrily. They moved up and down Linda’s lithe teenage body, from the pert little breasts practically shrink-wrapped inside her blue top to the toned thighs that showed when she raised Linda’s skirt to her white panties.

Then her eyes moved pointedly to Linda’s breasts and Karen licked her lips. “Those nips look pretty turned on. And if that’s your cunt I’m smelling, you’re wet enough to be turned on. Are you hot for me, Linda? Do you want to go fuck yourself? If you do, you don’t have to beat around the bush. You don’t even have to say so. I can tell by that look on your face that you want me in charge.”

Linda’s mouth opened and closed as she reached for words that weren’t there.

She couldn’t believe what Karen was saying to her. Never had she imagined herself having sex with another woman, except for Cassie because they were such good friends and Steph because she was mad at Cassie that one time and… and certainly not her own clone! Yet here was her own face, ripened and matured, looking at her with outrageous flirtation.

“Karen, no, I…”

“Linda, I wasn’t fucking asking. I was telling you what’s going to happen,” Karen informed her. Then she pulled Linda’s skirt up higher to fully expose her panties to the world. Panties that now seemed very skimpy indeed.

“Karen!” Linda gasped, pushing her skirt back down, only for Karen to slap her hands away and lift it up again. This time reaching in with her other hand to grab hold of Linda’s panties.

“Don’t contradict me—I know you like this. I’m older than you, more experienced. I’m more confident and you can fucking bet I’ve got reason to be. So if I want a look at your thighs, your panties, or even your pink little pussy, you thank your lucky stars that I’m looking at you instead of Starfire. Rao knows goldenrod would just love to spread for me… God, Linda, those panties look like they’ve been through a carwash.”

Before Linda could even begin to react, Karen tightened her grip and ripped the panties away. Snatching them off Linda’s nubile hips like a magician swiping a tablecloth out from under the place settings.

Linda could only gasp. Her pussy now felt what all those champagne glasses experienced, stirred slightly—tantalizingly—by the sudden deft removal.

Karen held the ripped panties up to her nose and took a deep sniff.

Linda’s skirt had fallen back down over her bare crotch; scandalized, she smoothed it out compulsively. Linda had to admit to herself that Karen was serious. She looked at the other blonde, her eyes forced to take in the full swell of her awesome cleavage, the rounded firmness of her powerful thighs. She was as gorgeously feminine as Clark as hunky, only Karen’s blue eyes were far more lustful than Clark’s could ever be. Just thinking about those soft hands on her… once she started, Linda couldn’t stop.

Karen callously dropped the panties to the ground. “Smells just like mine. Sometimes I wish I could lick my own pussy, you know? I’d give myself exactly the kind of suck I like. But since I can’t, you’re the next best thing.”

“M-maybe we should talk about this,” Linda stammered.

“Talk all you want,” Karen said, mock-reasonably. “Just don’t expect me to keep up my end of the conversation. I’ll have my tongue in your snatch.”

She didn’t so much embrace Linda as lunge at her, picking the Maid of Might up and thrusting her onto the housing of an AC unit with the strength and speed only a Kryptonian could possess.

Linda grunted, out of surprise not pain—she was suddenly embedded in the dented metal. And Karen was crouching before her, shoving her skirt out of the way and bending her head down between her legs…

“OHHHHH!” Linda cried, shocked that Karen had really done it, that without any preamble Karen was licking her pubic hairs. Sampling the dewy wetness in her thatch. Pulling on them like a wet comb moving through fur.

It was the most scintillating, unexpected feeling Linda had ever known. Even touching herself had been nothing like this…

“I bet I could make you come this way,” Karen smirked. “Simply by petting that pretty pussy. But I don’t just want to taste you. I want you to come all over my tongue, squirt on my fucking face. I’m gonna smile when I see you next, Supergirl, and when I do, you’re going to know that smile got you off!”

She pushed her tongue into Linda’s sex, drinking her juices. Linda heard her swallow.

She’d always thought that was dirty. Putting your part into a woman’s part was one thing, and touching it with a special tool like a vibrator was alright, but actually licking it, tasting it, was something nasty. Something for locker room talk and pornographic fantasies. Nice people didn’t need to be so obscene to get their kicks.

But now a tongue was inside her and Linda didn’t feel so nice. She felt good. Really good. Moaning loudly. Rubbing her pussy against Karen’s face.

Karen found her clit and Linda actually screamed. She held her hands to her face, clawing at her own contorted expression while she ground her womanhood against the licking that was almost entirely inside it.

Karen didn’t let her grow used to the burning sense of pleasure. She sucked Linda’s clit into her mouth and abused it with her tongue. Electricity flew all over Linda’s body.

“God!” Linda cried. “What are you doing to me? Oh shit, holy shit, hhagg! It can’t feel this good!”

Because now Karen was devouring her, actually taking in the folds of her pussy and kneading them gently between her teeth. And she reached up to rub Linda’s pert breasts through her top. Linda didn’t know if everything Karen did added fuel to the fire or just if she was so turned on that nothing could diminish her arousal.

And suddenly there was something more. A tingle, starting in Linda’s clit and growing to encompass all her sex. It felt a bit like when she’d touched herself, when she’d tried to make herself come but backed off because she’d gotten scared. Was this what would’ve happened to her if she hadn’t stopped.

“Oh Jesus!” Linda panted. “Oh God, Jesus, help me! Something’s happening! I, I’m going to come! I know I am! I’m COMING!”

Then, abruptly, she wasn’t. Karen was no longer licking her. Her clit was still throbbing, filling her body with shocks of pleasure that were almost enough to get her off, but Linda knew she needed Karen to finish the job.

“No! Don’t stop!” she wailed.

Karen only chuckled. “What a little slut. Can’t get enough of it, can you? Thing is, even a sweet little bitch like you doesn’t get to come before me. Get down on your knees, right now, and eat this cunt. Or I swear to God I’ll never lay a finger on you again.”

Linda nodded shakily. “Okay. Okay, I will. Just make me come first, please, I need it, I need it so bad…”

She realized only as she was talking how true it was. She needed it like she needed to get away from Kryptonite when it was killing her. That was pain; this was pleasure. Going without Karen’s loving felt as bad as anything.

Karen’s expression curdled. She grabbed Linda by her hair and forced her to her knees. “You actually think you have the right to tell me how this works? You stupid bimbo. I should paddle your ass red for that. Last chance. Eat my pussy right this second or we’re done.”