Two Blondes Walk Up To A Superman update

“I love you!” Clark groaned as cum streamed out of his cock, splashing into Karen’s sex like an artillery shell bursting. 

Karen went adorably cross-eyed, her face otherwise beatific, her expression beyond both pain and pleasure. “Fill me up, lover… my cunt’s yours… fucking use it!”

One hand gripped Karen’s golden hair hard, tilting her head back with the strength of a born warrior, while his other arm wrapped around her back, holding her as gently as a kitten—all while he rolled his hips inside her thighs, pumping himself into her sex, feeding his cum into her willing cunt. Clark’s body jerked as he gasped with release, filling Karen’s hot pussy as if throwing fuel onto its burning fire.

“Oh, Clark,” Karen gasped softly, her eyes rolling back in her head, her entire body trembling with the reverberations of the cum filling and actually stretching her pussy slightly. The quivering only provoked more pain in her reddened breasts, which helped make Karen’s orgasm too much to bear—which, for her, was just right.

“Give it to me, Clark! More! Yes! Moorree!” She came suddenly, flying to the heights of her orgasm as if in a space shuttle taking off, her buttocks clenching so hard they split the denim that so tightly covered them. She threw herself forward to kiss Clark, wrenching her hair out of his grasp so forcefully that a few unbreakable strands of it were left in his hand. As their lips met in a paradoxically long, leisurely moment—a perfect counterpoint to the sheer eruption of her pained climax—she sobbed and gasped with satisfaction against his broad chest.

“Ohhhh fuck,” she breathed when they finally pulled away. “That was un-fucking-believable.” She looked down at her breasts, laughing richly as she saw the faded red that still covered them. “Times like this, I think the boob window might not’ve been such a hot idea. Goddamn, you might as well have fucking branded me.”

“There’s an idea,” he teased, letting his eyes glow briefly red. “A nice little S, right here.” He clapped her bare ass, bringing to Karen’s attention how damaged her shorts were now.

“Oh man,” she whinged, looking herself over—but not without a twinge of satisfaction at the extremes she had driven sweet, lovable Clark Kent to. “It’s a good thing I bought this outfit just for you. This thing’s DOA.”

“Really?” Clark asked innocently. “I think it’s an improvement.”

She booped his nose and for a moment, Clark was reminded of Linda. For all the women’s obvious differences, Karen could be just as sweet as her ‘sister’, if not sweeter. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll wear it for you again. If it’s laundry day. And I don’t have to leave the apartment.”

“Wear that and I guarantee you won’t.” Clark groaned as he pushed the last of his cum into her cunt, which still sucked at him.

“Oh fuck—“ Karen keened, her eyes once more wandering around her skull. She picked herself up off of Clark, her legs naturally unsteady, but Clark gentlemanly catching her by the shoulders. “That thing should be registered as an assisted suicide device. I could kill myself with it!”

Clark grew solemn. “You shouldn’t joke like that, Karen. It’s incredibly insensitive of you. After all, I’ve been dead.”

After a moment of being taken aback—and taken in—but Clark’s pitch-perfect deadpan, Karen burst out laughing, with Clark joining her. He took the belt off her neck and circled it through his pants once more. 

Karen stretched as Clark straightened himself up. He looked none the worse for wear after a few moments’ work. Fixing his tie just in time, his cell phone went off.

“I think you might’ve been away from your desk for too long,” Karen teased. “They’re about to send out search parties.”

“No, it’s Linda,” Clark said, having glanced at the caller ID. He answered it. “Hello?”

“Clark? Cousin? Love? Do you have any idea what it’s like to be sitting in class, taking notes for a very important test, when suddenly you start hearing twenty minutes of supersonic gasping, moaning, screaming, and penetration?” Linda demanded.

“Oh?” Clark asked, looking at the overhearing Karen, who made an exaggerated ‘whoops’ face. “I didn’t think we were that loud.”

“Clark, dogs are going crazy all over the tri-county area. What were you two doing? I heard, God, it sounded like someone was being whipped?”

Clark coughed. “Well, Linda, sometimes adults have certain desires they like to experiment with…”

“Very successful experiment,” Karen laughed.

“Ewwww!” Linda cried. “Okay, okay, fine, kink positivity, go kinks—please don’t do that around me? Wait, were you doing the whipping or…?”

“Yes, Karen was on the receiving end.”

“Okay, that’s not so bad,” Linda reasoned. “Guys being into that stuff is just weird. Wait, is that not feminist of me? Ughh! This is why I’m taking Women’s Studies!”

“It is?” Karen asked.

“Listen, Linda, I’ve invented a sort of special earplugs for situations like these, and I once drew up plans for a sort of hyperdimensional white noise generator that might come in handy for those of us, ah, feeling noisy.”

“Okay, okay, whatever floats the boat,” Linda said. “Just make sure this is all cleared up before you start… whatever with Karen again. Have some consideration for the other Daredevil types in the world, you know?”

She hung up. Clark bemusedly put the cell phone back in his pocket.

“Who’s Daredevil?” he asked.

“Some TV show. I think I’m going to take my cunt home now,” Karen announced. “And soak it in a nice warm bath. Maybe I’ll invite this certain college co-ed I know along…”

She turned and walked away, feeling Clark’s eyes on her tightly jiggling ass as she went. She posed playfully for him as she threw the door open, then left the building at superspeed.

She was by no means ashamed of her naked body, but she very much liked the idea that it was only for Kryptonian consumption.