Two Blondes update

Instead, he reared up onto his knees, Karen still straddling him, but horizontally, on her back. And with his hands on her womanly hips, Clark jerked her back and forth, pulling and pushing her into the thrusts he gave with his cock. It was a position in which she seemed far more emphatically his than she would simply lying beneath him as he covered her with his love. Here, she was his sex toy and there was no doubt to be seen in all her muscular body how willing she was.

All three of them watched as his stony cock entered and left her hungry sex. Her pinked cunt lips seemed to writhe around his girth in a sensual kiss. Then, as he reamed into her, they closed on his shaft, sucking him into her until he’d forced her and she’d forced herself to take all of his cock.

“You’re mine, Karen,” Clark breathed hotly. “But only because I know how much you like me having you.”

“Like? I fucking love it!” Karen howled. “Take me, Kal! Fucking take me! You want this cunt? Own it!”

Karen jerked back and forth, slowly being fucked on his rampant erection. Clark’s eyes glowed red, getting off just on watching how Karen’s incredible breasts swayed and bounced with each thrust. Needing only one hand to manhandle Karen’s body, he reached out with the other to caress that enticing cleavage, but he found the way blocked by Linda—and his face covered by her cunt.

Linda had taken to heart Clark’s words about dominance, his demonstration of how good it felt to make Karen his bitch—for both of them. Linda didn’t know if she was submitting to Clark or trying to dominate him as Karen had failed to, only that she needed his tongue fucking in and out of her pussy.

She needed his cock even more, but his tongue would have to do… she’d have to be satisfied with it. And, feeling it leap into her sex, lapping and licking at the juices that had boiled out of her while watching him with Karen, she had to admit being satisfied by Clark’s tongue was no tall order.

His tongue, strong and demanding, circled around her opening, then moved up and down her labia. Her clit quivered in need, seeming to becoming stingingly hard as Clark’s tongue closed in on it. Then he shot his tongue against her button and Linda cooed, both in enjoyment and in need of more. Her blue eyes crossed in undignified ecstasy.

“Oh, Clark-k-k-k… you’re m-mah-making me… how do you know just where to go?”

But Clark wasn’t content just to get her off by playing on her clit. He didn’t exactly want to dominate her so much as give her as much pleasure as he could, whether Linda thought she could take it or not.

He dipped his tongue inside of her, tasting the bittersweet delight of the cream pouring from inside her. The taste was good, incredible, normally enough to satisfy him. But with Karen wrapped around his cock, his lust was in overdrive. It wouldn’t settle for getting Linda off so simply.

Karen wouldn’t be satisfied either by such a plain orgasm. Ironically enough, she became more domineering, more demanding, than Linda. At least, in her own way: “Please, Clark, please! I’m topping you! You can’t get her off and not me!”

Clark’s hand came crashing down on Karen’s succulent ass with a resounding smack, both women moaning at the sound of the dominating blow. The hard slap sent Karen careening down into obedience to Clark, submissive space, so attuned to his desires that she knew immediately what he wished for her to do.

Reaching behind herself, she propped her hands against the floor above her head and shoved her body against Clark’s loins. As he focused on Linda, caressing her own tight little ass while he ate her out, Karen thrust her cunt onto his straining erection, fucking herself just like both he and she wanted.

Despite having Karen attend to her own needs, ironically using Clark’s prick like some sex toy, Clark found himself naturally being distracted by the voluptuous Kryptonian, so much so that he used his X-ray vision to see through Linda to Peej as he tongued the young woman.

He couldn’t help but look, not when the friction along his manhood was growing so immensely, Karen pistoning herself against his groin with wild abandon. Her inner muscles, as well-developed as the rest of her physique, clamped down on his buried member ecstatically, and Clark could see Karen’s abs flex with her own mighty pleasure.

As much as both women thought of him as some sort of dom, Clark still felt his control being worn away. He was just glad it was here, where losing control only seemed to bring more and more delight.