Two Blondes Walk Up To A Superman update

Linda wondered if Clark was seeing her differently now that she was a college girl, and with Karen around to show Clark in no uncertain terms that it was just a matter of time until she fully matured into a match for him. Or was it that he’d always had a thing for her lush body—all his affectionate looks at her also holding a hunger as hers had for him—and now all the stars had aligned to give him the proper, almost cosmic permission to act on his lust?

She grabbed hold of the tab of his zipper. It didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered except for the massive cock that she was about to unleash and how he would use it on her. She opened up his trousers and reached her hand inside to feel the warmth of his hard erection. There was nothing between her hand and the sticky dampness of his aroused cock, shocking her sense of touch with the sheer life of it.

“You’re not wearing your costume, Clark,” Linda said.

“No,” he said. “I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel all of you.”

“I want to feel you too, Clark. Every inch of you. All of you inside me…” 

Her fingers locked around the broad girth of his erection, tugging it out of his fly. It was alive in her hand, throbbing so hard Linda felt she had to ran her hand up and down its length, to lull the monster into remaining docile. Clark might’ve been a softie, but his cock was anything but.

Clark groaned as she tightened her grip and sped up her strokes, a spot of whiteness dripping from the tip of his member. Linda bit her lip as she felt that warm, wet lubrication on her palm, being massaged into his cock and her hand as she kept caressing him. There was soon more to replace it, making his prick sheeny and slick, soaking into her hand like skin lotion.

Linda smiled warmly: knowing she would enjoy herself, happy to be pleasing Clark, only hoping that he would love this as much as she would. It didn’t matter which of them enjoyed this more. If it was anything like last time, they both would have more than their fill of satisfaction. 

“Now let me do something nice for you,” Linda said. “Something you’ll really like!”

She got down on her knees, his hand slipping out of her pussy—trailing up her lowering body with her own warm juices marking her flesh in a streak from his fingers. Linda didn’t mind. She was so turned on that having Clark finger her almost seemed superfluous. She wanted his cock so much more than she wanted her own pussy pleasured.

“Doesn’t every brave knight get a kiss from a fair maiden when he rescues her?” Linda teased up at him, working hard to hold back her giggles and still letting a few out. He was just so big. She couldn’t believe she got to touch it, let alone that he was her man. “You’ve saved me so many times, I’d better give you a great big kiss…”

“Oh fuck,” Clark breathed—the kind of obscenity Linda doubted anyone would believe coming from either squeaky-clean Superman or mild-mannered Clark Kent. Only she and Karen got to see this side of him. The man, the lover. The wild animal.

Linda gathered her flowing blonde hair back behind her ears, then bent down to Clark’s groin. She kissed his cockhead, feeling that savory wetness on her lips now, as succulent and sweet as it had been on the flesh of her hand, but now with a salty, bittersweet flavor to go with it. This was how Clark tasted. She ran her tongue against her cheeks, relishing the taste, thinking that each note of flavor was his precum, a part of him. Nothing she’d ever tasted before had ever excited her so much, or made her as hungry for more.

It was a firm reminder that Clark wasn’t human as well, was like her, a rare piece of home that felt right as nothing else could in this world. And a reminder that Clark could take far more than a kiss. Linda brought his engorged cockhead inside her lips now, grinding her teeth down just below the collar, prompting a shocked moan from Clark—before his hands clasped themselves about her head in enjoyment. Pressure that could break cement blocks rested on her head and didn’t give her so much as a split end.

“Linda,” he drawled, more of his precum spilling into her mouth as she licked at his glans and bit down on his shaft, suckling his entire cockhead with both the softest touch and more force than any mortal man could endure. “That’s good… hh… keep sucking me like that… I’ve got so much more cum for you. Nhh! You’ve got such a sweet little mouth… you know just how to blow me, just how to get my cum… ggh!”

Linda smiled around his cock. She’d never thought of herself as some kind of blowjob artist, but now the idea pleased her. She could become an expert at sucking Clark’s prick. There was certainly enough space for her to practice. In his gathering excitement, his cock was actually getting bigger, expanding further into her mouth whether she was ready to accept more of his shaft or not!

Linda didn’t falter, though. She reached down to fondle his equally engorged balls and as his fisted cockhead pressed into her throat, she swallowed it, tasting a burst of flavor from fresh precum spurting into her mouth. It tasted more delicious than ever.

“Jesus…” Clark groaned, speaking for both of them.

But now he was challenging her, his massive staff pushing into a gullet that was too narrow for it. Linda gurgled her comingled precum and saliva, gagging on his cockhead while looking up at Clark’s almost pained look of pleasure. It had to feel better than ever, him choking her! She had to take him all the way—she had to give him a blowjob as perfect as he was!