Two Blondes Walk Up To A Superman update

Karen’s teeth grinded together. Rao, the thought of Superman spanking her—finally delivering on the sexual tension and sadomasochistic subtext and all that fucking Alan Moore shit she was almost ashamed to be falling for—but she was just too damn horny. She needed to come. Now.

“Spanking later,” she said. “Fucking now.”

Clark smiled. “I guess I can’t punish you until you’ve been naughty.”

Something about the way he said it, in that firm, Gregory Peck voice of his, talking about domming her for shit’s sake—it made Karen clench.

He grabbed her arm, trying to turn her around for a kiss or something high school like that, but Karen pulled away from him. “Fuck me like this,” she said, facing away from him still, her ass in the air. She wiggled its naked contours around, causing a bit of pain in the red handprint he’d left from smacking her there. “Like a bitch in heat!”

When Clark saw her thickly rounded ass, he could’ve sworn he felt fresh cum swelling his balls, every facet of his reproductive system preparing to fill this perfect mate with his seed. The fact that she was not undressed, but still had on her barely-there top and shorts, only pulled up and down out of the way, gave an obscenely sleazy edge to what already promised to be one hell of a fuck. 

As much as he, as any man, would enjoy making love to someone even half as beautiful as Karen, there was just something about taking a woman hard and fast. It was the kind of impulse he usually would’ve chided himself for. But Karen was the last person to complain about being treated like an object, so long as that object was well-fucked.

“Like a bitch in heat?” he asked a bit facetiously, the way he said it putting verbal quotes around the idea that she was anything else. 

Karen almost growled, her ears burning. “Men… You’d better fuck me before I get sick of your shit and—“

While Karen fumed, Clark knelt behind her, aiming his cockhead between her thighs. His knob slipped in easily, and even if the sheer length and thickness of his shaft challenged her ability to take him, he forced it in, pushing inside even the narrowest, furthest depths of her sucking, needing folds. Her warmly oozing juices bathed him, feeling a little like Karen’s saliva as she gave him a blowjob—and indeed, her cunt was sucking him in as much as it was tightening in a vain attempt to keep him out.

Karen was lost in the sudden rush of sensation, undone by just how fucked she was. She’d let Clark get her goat, and in her distraction, she’d forgotten how big his cock was and how hard he fucked with it. Clark had reminded her. She would never forget it again. At the moment, Karen didn’t think she’d ever think of anything else.

“Ghnnnn—your cock… your fucking cock!” she moaned. And smiled, unable to say it, but so damn glad she was his.

“Do you think you can take it?” Clark asked, looking down at her labia stretched wide around his penetrating manhood. “Every day? Every morning and every night? Maybe the odd afternoon when I have the time?”

Like so many mild-mannered men, Clark was an animal when he was aroused, far surpassing the passion displayed by contemporaries like Steve Lombard, even though they were much quicker to brag about their endowments and skills. As with all things, actions spoke louder than words. And the way Clark thrust into Karen, enjoying her cunt like she was the last woman on Earth, was far more of a testament than any amount of words could be.

“Oh, shit…” Karen breathed. “You’re so damn big!”

Clark smiled smugly. Though he did consider himself somewhat meek, in the Biblical sense, he was hardly as mild-mannered as he pretended to be to conceal his identity. And he knew that as unnecessary as it was to boast, Karen was the type to enjoy a little… confident assessment of his attributes.

“When I get through with you,” he informed Karen in no uncertain terms, “you’ll be able to fuck a horse.”

Karen’s eyes rolled back into her head. It’s no wonder Lois named him Superman…

A glint suddenly showed in Clark’s eyes. Grasping Karen by her golden hair, he picked her up and shoved her headfirst into the wall. Her cheek was pressed against the wall before he made his next thrust; it drove her head through the plaster and into the crawlspace beyond, where she was jammed against the brickwork of the building’s exterior façade. Karen was soon lodged halfway in and halfway out of the hole Clark had made with her, able to brace herself far better with the bricks supporting her, and thus allowing Clark to drive himself into her cunt as if in a rage.

Karen gasped with an almost agonized level of release. She’d never been taken so domineeringly, or so deliciously. As she was bent over a hole in the wall, Clark thrusting into her so viciously that his hard-muscled stomach slapped against her ass, wave after wave of ecstasy tore through her body. Usually, this would be the part where Karen reached down to frig her own clit and bring herself off, not trusting her lover to do it, but there was no need now. The fuck could not possibly get any better.

And yet, it did. Clark’s prick exploded in a huge, gushing climax, totally soaking the folds of Karen’s cunt. She screamed silently, her teeth grinding together painfully to keep from letting the whole building know she had come. Then she couldn’t help it.

“FUUUCK!” she bellowed, her own voice echoing back at her through the crawlspace as if to remind her, over and over again, of what had happened. Like she could ever forget.

“Oh… Karen!” Clark groaned himself. His ejaculation was going on and on, his hands clenched around Karen’s hips, the fingers going dead white as he held her in place to fill and overflow with his seed. He felt her pussy clench on him in a gratifying show of orgasm, then go limp as it was totally overwhelmed. His own ecstasy peaked and fell, ratcheting down with dwindling jets of cum into Karen’s flooded sex. After a certain point, it just washed right back out of her, running down her legs like sloppily applied paint. 

He panted, pulling Karen out of the hole in the wall and pulling her up to him. He kissed her neck, saw motes of plaster dust dotting her hair, and chuckled, kissing her cheek even more. “You took it all,” he said. “No one’s ever done that but you.”

At the acknowledgment, the warm praise, Clark felt Karen’s sex throb one last time. A last little orgasm rendered while she was still as tender as he’d made her. “Well, Supergirl,” Karen sighed happily. “But she is me, so…”

“You two are the best girlfriend a man could have,” Clark said, helping to dust Karen off. He promised himself that as soon as Karen had departed, and he had washed up at superspeed, he would fix up the damage he had caused. 

Karen pulled down her shirt, noting with some amusement that with how hard she’d been breathing, Clark’s eyes had been drawn to it almost to the point of his heatvision going off. “You’re not so bad yourself. My cunt feels like a baseball at the end of nine innings.”

Clark’s cheeks flushed bright red, yet there was pride in his eyes. “I guess I got a little carried away,” he said. “I can tone it down next time.”

“Don’t you dare!” Karen moaned. Since they were in a supply closet, there were plenty of paper towels around. She took a whole tube and ran it over her legs, cleaning herself of his excess cum before pulling her shorts back up. She stretched. “Now I’m going to take my cunt back home and soak it in a hot bath. And after however many hours it takes to get my pussy clean again, I’m going to see a certain college co-ed I know.”

She turned and walked to the door, feeling Clark’s eyes on her tightly jiggling ass. She swung it playfully for him as she left the closet. And when she was gone, she felt him using his X-ray vision.