Two Blondes update

Clark leaned against the balcony’s railing, bouncing Linda on his lap with a slow, easy rhythm that made her cunt feel good from where its lips were wrapped around the base of his prick to where his cockhead was lodged in the depths of her sex.

“I want you, Linda,” he grunted. “I want your hot pussy. I want it to come for me.”

Linda kept riding him, able to do little more than maintain her balance as Clark kept her riding up and down his deeply embedded prick. Out in the open air, she moaned and cried out to the point of drooling, knowing Clark was anxious to please her and having no shame in showing him he was doing it. She felt him thrusting a little faster, his cock growing inside the tight folds of her sex. 

“Ready?” Clark asked her.

“No… not yet,” Linda moaned. It didn’t matter to her. She knew that even if Clark came before she did, he could manage a great many more times, more than she would ever be able to stand. There was a reason Karen was his girlfriend too. But Clark was scrupulous to a fault.

“Then we’ll have to get you ready,” he announced.

His strong arms wrapped around her, holding her in place against his broad chest, safe, wanted. One hand reached down to her bare ass, cupping one buttock, thick fingers delving between them until he found her anus. They were wet—he must’ve spat on them when Linda was out of it—and his middle finger slipped almost easily into Linda’s asshole. From that wiggling digit, electricity surged through her young body, exploding wildly in her mind. Coupled with her cunt, on fire around his member, her belly was a storm with a million raindrops… all of her was surrounded, filled, put to work.

Linda writhed, squirmed, rubbing her clit against Clark’s pelvis as her labia kissed the base of his cock. He had two fingers in her ass now, driving her crazy. His coarse pubic hair grinded at her clit, her pussy, thrilling her even more. Linda wrapped her arms around Clark’s back, rubbing her breasts into his chest. Her open lips ended up next to his ear, gasping and panting for only him to hear. Clark listened absently: he was only really aware of how he was impaling Linda’s body. Her cunt was wet and juicy on his member, while her asshole was dry, but growing supple and loose as he fingered it.

“Clark!” Linda babbled. “Oh, my sweetheart, my love… so glad you’re… dating me!”

Clark managed a grin, wondering how it was a girl all the way from Krypton could’ve picked up so much Smallville sweetness without a trace of irony. He kissed her cheek and either realized she was coming or made her go off with that loving gesture.

She ground her sex into his groin, her breasts pressing so tightly against his chest that her nipples spiked into his flesh. Trying not to do anything to spoil Linda’s climax, Clark just stood there, holding his member and fingers equally rigid in Linda’s holes. She did the rest, gyrating madly with her writhing orgasm, stimulating herself by thrusting her hips back and forth on both Clark’s intrusions into her.

Normally, Clark would think he’d be able to handle that. He’d work Linda through several such orgasms, just to be sure she was completely satisfied before he allowed himself his own satisfaction. After all, by this point, he’d regularly had both Karen and Linda at the same time. But having a threesome with the two beautiful blondes split his attention. Now, he was getting Linda in full and something about how she looked up at him in rapture—cock-drunk, absurdly grateful, with a shaky but wholesome smile on her adoring face to give a touch of cuteness to the sultry, adult feeling of bliss on his manhood and the otherwise raging eroticism of her naked body—it all came together to steal away his control, causing Clark to slip into utter ecstasy. 

He had a small twinge of warning, born of years making love with Lois, but after a split-second, he recovered. This wasn’t Lois Lane. This was no frail human at all. It was Linda, a Kryptonian, and he was free to fuck her as hard as he could. As though he had something to prove, Clark drove himself into the depths of Linda’s tightly clenched womanhood, utterly throwing aside his restraint, and he came full-force inside of Linda, with all the cum boiling in his scrotum. 

Linda cried out in absolute glee, Clark’s cum shoving her into a new, orgiastic plateau she hadn’t thought herself capable of reaching… but only for the millisecond before the impact of his seed launched her into the air as if she’d been sat on a geyser. 

Normally, this would be a panic-inducing end to an otherwise enjoyable evening, but thankfully, Clark was experienced enough to react instantaneously. His senses kicked into overdrive, his body moving near lightspeed. He watched Linda dwindling away from him as if in slow-motion, an iceberg drifting out to sea. His telescopic vision revealed her face was cock-drunk, awash in ecstasy, her sex still rippling in orgasm as some of the cum filling her pussy detached from her in mid-air. 

Clark thoughtfully lasered all such globules with his heatvision before they could pose a rude problem to anyone. There was no rush. At his current rate of thought, he had comparative hours to enjoy the satisfaction of so thoroughly reaming Linda, even perusing the frozen expression of bliss on her face as she was catapulted slowly into orbit. Clark committed the sight of Linda’s naked, rapturous body to memory, his hands on his hips, extolling satisfaction in a job well-done. It was only after a few of those comparative hours had passed—and Linda had moved three feet—that Clark went into action.

First, he washed up. Then he dressed, this time in his ‘workclothes’. Finally, he took off. Not wanting to disturb Linda in her ongoing orgasm, he kept pace with her as she shot through the air, howling her ecstasy, for a good few miles before observing that her flightpath, not having been documented, would intersect with a Boeing jet. Unwilling to risk its safety or Linda’s privacy, he caught up with Linda, wrapped her in his caped arms, and stopped her.

The jet flew by. Linda slowly came to her senses—her reflexes not as trained as Clark’s. With a blush, she realized where she was, and how little she was dressed aside from Clark’s cape. Eventually, it struck her as amusing. She giggled, rested her head on Clark’s chest, and luxuriated in all that had happened as he floated there with her, high above the countryside.