Through A Glass Dirtily update

“Unnhhh! Shit! Yess! You’re making me do it, you’re making me come!” Roxy wailed. “Oh God—Koooonnnnn!”

Her body rocked, motion frantically burning off the passion she felt, her voluptuous breasts quaking hard against Kon’s chest. He could only take a second of her cunt spasming around his prick before it got him off. Kon groaned and hammered himself into Roxy for every second he spent his load into her.

“Ahhhh! Fucking Christ! Yeah!” he bellowed.

Tana panted as she watched them come together. She ached to be joined to Kon the same way Roxy was, but that was impossible, at least for now. Roxy had her hooks into him at the moment. Tana wouldn’t get her shot at him for hours yet. But oh, fuck, how worth the wait relief like that would be…

What am I thinking? Tana asked herself. After all that, I still want Kon? Why? Just because he’s so good at fucking? Because I want to be like Roxy, coming and coming and coming with the man I—

“Holy shit,” Kon moaned, interrupting Tana’s thoughts as he finally rolled off of Roxy.

Roxy laughed in wicked contentment, giving a final lustful wiggle to relax her clenched, tightened body fully. “That was incredible,” she mewled. “Just what I needed. You can feel free to do that anytime you want.”

Kon grinned. “That I’d like in writing, babe. I know how you chicks get. If I want all that again, I’ll have to treat you to a steak dinner and a foot massage.”

Roxy hummed thoughtfully, tapping her lower lip. “I wouldn’t say no to either, but as long as you fuck me like that, you can stick it in any time, day or night.” She rolled over to kiss his cheek. “Just drop down from the sky, rip my clothes off, and start fucking me whenever you get the urge. We’ll see how many of the islands we can make jealous.”

What a slut! Tana thought angrily. Didn’t she know what a bad precedent she was setting? How she was degrading herself? She was basically giving Kon a license to be the worst, most thoughtless boyfriend imaginable, so long as he got her off! Was that what Roxy thought she had to do to hold onto Kon against the hordes of fangirls and groupies who would happily service him in her place, or was she really that much of a whore? Or both?

“Hey, Roxy, I’m the himbo, remember? I can be dumb and thoughtless, but you’ve got to remember I’ve got my own personal correspondent. And she’d probably have something to say about me plowing a girl in the middle of Honolulu—and I don’t mean ‘no comment’.”

Goddamn right I would, Tana thought.

Roxy rolled onto her side, propping her pretty blonde head up on her hand. “She might have something to say about you plowing me right here, too.”

GODDAMN RIGHT I DO!

Kon assumed a stricken expression and Tana felt her anger stop boiling. He really didn’t mean any harm, the big lug. It just never occurred to him how he might be hurting someone when he was doing what he thought was right… or at least, what felt right. “You think so? I don’t think she’d mind too much… not as long as I don’t forget about her or anything like that. I’ll get her some flowers. Or chocolate. Or chocolate flowers. Just to let her know I’ve been thinking about her.”

“Just not all the time,” Roxy cooed, reaching out with her foot to stroke Kon’s leg.

“Yeah, well, it’s not like she’s said anything about me not fucking you. I mean, she fucked you. It’d be pretty hypocritical if she objected.”

Hypocritical… Tana thought viciously. Who the hell taught him that word?

“Uh-huh,” Roxy agreed, but in a lilting tone that was clearly holding back enough reservations for an entire floor of the Metropolis Hilton. “But she’s… y’know… a pretty girly-girl. One of those chicks who’s so changeable. So if she does decide she has a problem with it, just remember I don’t. All I want from you is exactly what you just gave me—not some dumb commitment. As long as you’ve got some left over for me, I don’t care who else rides the ride. And let’s face it. You always have a little something left over…”

“Yeah,” Kon said, his cock starting to rise. “I guess I do.”

“And if you want to use me…” Roxy rolled over onto her belly, displaying her plump ass. “Feel free. Or don’t. I’m sure there are plenty of girls who’d be happy to share you.”

“Yeah…” Kon said slowly, uncertainly. “Plenty…”

“You’re not a one-woman man, Konnie. That cock of yours is a team effort.”

“I don’t know. You did a real good job on it all by your lonesome.”

“Then why are you leaving me lonesome when that half-Kryptonian cock is back at full force?”

“Jesus Christ, Roxy,” Kon swore. “You’re like the perfect woman!”

“Then make me feel perfect, Konnie. Right in my perfect ass!”

Tana drew back from her vantage point, knowing what she would see if she kept watching. So, Roxy thought she could get Kon hooked by being a slut, did she? Two could play at that game. And if there was one thing watching Kon and Roxy fuck had done to Tana, it had made her desperately, desperately want to play.

***

Inside the Kompound, Tana figured all was fair in love and war. Almost lost in thought, she rummaged through Roxy’s dresser to find the kinds of things she would usually never own, let alone wear. She found a pair of frilly black panties and held them up. Upon closer examination, it shocked her how sheer they were. Roxy actually wore those? At her age? Somehow, it struck Tana as even naughtier than all the things she’d done with Kon.

Tana started to put them away, then stopped and smiled. On second thought, they would do nicely.

Opening another drawer, she found a tight crop top and then miniskirt so short it was barely a skirt—more like panties. If this ensemble didn’t get Kon’s attention, nothing would.

Tana dressed in her stolen look, then admired herself in Roxy’s vanity mirror. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, her breasts were neither that large nor that droopy, but the crop top accentuated the fullness of what size she did have. She put on a pair of fuck-me heels—maybe it was just Kon’s type, but she and Roxy were the same shoe size. And even at her age, she had legs she would stack against young Roxy. Absolutely good enough to catch Kon’s eye, considering there were very few women with functioning ovaries who didn’t get at least a once-over. This, though, would absolutely get her a second look.

Then Tana took off her panties. With that, there’d be no need for a second look. Kon would never stop looking at her in the first place.

When the Boy of Steel came back, she was waiting for him.

“Hello there, Kon,” she said from the top of the stairs.

Kon took one look at her and froze. He had, of course, dressed after leaving Roxy’s side, but from the way his erection was swelling through his pants, he might not’ve bothered.

“I thought we should have a talk,” Tana continued, now strutting down the stairs for one modeling step, showing off how the skirt cut apart on her long, lean legs, how her ample curves jiggled with no resistance from what little clothing she wore.

“You know you can tell me anything,” Kon said guilelessly.

“Good.” Tana sat down on the step she had just descended. “I don’t think this relationship is working out.”