Two Blondes Walk Up To A Superman update

Linda’s tired eyes roamed the walls, nearly missing the clock there, they were so glazed over. “I can stay another hour,” she said. “But I can come back. I wanna come back a lot…”

Karen hugged her tightly, sparing a slight grin as she felt her big, pendulous breasts almost soak up Linda’s smaller ones. “You can come to me as often as you want.” She looked at Clark. “To either of us. We’ll be all boyfriend girlfriend. Or… girlfriend boyfriend girlfriend. Honestly, I’m way more of a boyfriend than Clarkie.”

“Hey,” Clark objected gently.

“I’m just saying, which one of us is more likely to spread out on the couch and watch football?”

Linda forced a grin, but was too anxious for it to really hold. She still couldn’t believe all the things she had felt. It seemed like it should all come apart at any moment—that she wasn’t meant to have all of this. “And we can do this some more? With… with you, and me, and Clarkie… Kal,” she corrected herself, with an effusive eye-roll over her own dimness. 

“Do what?” Karen asked innocently, casting a gleefully mischievous look at Clark. He leaned back and let himself luxuriate in his own satisfaction while Karen had her fun.

“Sex. Fucking. Having, making sex… love… with the fucking…” Linda babbled, clutching at one of Karen’s asscheeks as she held Clark’s member in her other hand. “I just want this to be happening a lot. All the time. In my, my pussy…”

“Just in your pussy?” Karen asked, grinning widely.

“No, I wanna it everywhere. I wanna do everything.” Linda beamed, not noticing Karen’s irony. “And everything you wanna do, too. I wanna try it all!”

Relaxing his self-control, Clark let his prick stir in Linda’s grip. “Well, Linda, I know you’ve already tried this, but…”

“Yes, she has already tried it!” Karen smiled fiendishly. “My turn!”

She took Clark’s manhood into her mouth, Linda shooting bolt upright to stare at Clark in outrage. “Clark! No! That’s mine!”

“Fair’s fair,” Clark sighed happily, resting his hands behind his head. “You’ll have to share.”

Linda looked down, seething at the unfairness of it all as Karen sucked down almost all of Clark’s prick with her superior skill and experience. Then she saw Clark’s bloated balls dangling under Karen’s chin, throbbing as they prepared to supply her with all the cum she could ever want.

“I get your balls!” Linda tittered, happy once more, and ducked down to lick them as Clark watched.

Karen came up off of his shaft, tickling the tip of her tongue against his glans as she gripped his length in both her hands and squeezed. She was rewarded with a gleaming drop of his precum, and her tongue fluttered it away. “You have just the most beautiful cock,” Karen said, an arrogant grin flashing on her face. “I almost hate to share it…”

Linda trailed her mouth up Clark’s thick member, shouldering Karen aside to circle Clark’s knob with her tongue. It seemed to be getting thicker and thicker as her tongue caressed it, coating every stony inch with her saliva.

“We’ll take care of you, Kal,” Linda said lovingly. She was so sweet, Karen licked her cheek to see if she would taste of sugar. The two traded a look after she’d done it, and it was only the throbbing immensity of Clark’s erection that distracted the two from the smoldering tension passing between them.

Karen cupped Clark’s scrotum in her hand, lifting his balls up to test their hefty weight. She could tell his balls were filled with cum as thick as wet cement, and about as heavy, ready to stuff her mouth or her cunt or her ass, or all three. Maybe all six, counting Linda.

Speaking of Linda, the girl was choking, sputtering as she tried to take Clark’s engorged manhood all the way to her gullet. Clark ran his hand through her hair, his thumb firmly pressed into her forehead as he forced her up off his member with a steady, gentle force. She came up to look at him with wide eyes, as if afraid he’d be disappointed in her for being able to take his erection as Karen had, but he was gracing her with a warm smile.

“Let me taste your pussy,” he said softly, while Karen picked up on his cock where Linda had left off.

Doing a skipping hop along Clark’s prostate body with the help of her flight, Linda positioned herself cross-legged on Clark’s chest, her legs slung behind his head, which was now nestled in her lap. Clark barked a laugh at the novel position; he’d underestimated Linda’s flexibility as well as her inventiveness.

“Is this okay?” Linda asked, brow furrowing as she worried that Clark was laughing at her.

“It’s perfect,” Clark said immediately. “You’re perfect. Rao, your—your sister is perfect!”

Linda looked back to see Karen going down on Clark, one hand holding a meaty thigh in place over her shoulder, the other rubbing circles over his well-muscled belly.

“I’m gonna learn how to do that,” Linda sighed. “I don’t care how big your cock gets, I’m gonna learn how to take—take—“ Clark was prying apart her labia, his tongue inching through the glossy pink flesh that it hid. “Take it all…” Linda finished as his tongue reached her clit, and her juices began to flow in an unstoppable river out of her sex and into his mouth.

I have to be the luckiest man in the world, Clark thought as he swallowed the deliciousness coming from Linda. He could only hope to make Linda and Karen feel just as lucky. 

His hips spiked upward. Karen’s hands were on his scrotum, squeezing balls bloated with cum until Clark felt like his cock was a volcano about to erupt. He could feel his climax building inside him, Karen’s skilled suckling never enough to overwhelm him, just making his orgasm mount and mount and mount… his only distraction was Linda’s sweet taste as he lapped at her dripping cunt, but even her plentiful moans began to sound as if they were coming from far away with Karen continuing to mouth his prick and fondle his testes. 

He thought of all that he and Karen and Linda had done in the past few hours—had it even been that long? He thought of how much pleasure he had felt, and how the two ladies had enjoyed themselves, Linda learning so much and Karen obviously relishing teaching her, like a big sister teaching her younger sibling about boys, albeit in a way he doubted anyone in Smallville had ever imagined. Memories of their lovemaking ran through his head like a pleasant dream he was trying to recall after waking. 

Clark whipped Linda’s swelling clit with his tongue, feeling the tension growing in her as well, hoping she would join him in orgasm. He was almost there, feeling that wonderful weight at the end of his cockhead that told him he was about to burst open, and the sensation was building, building…

What more could a guy want? was his last thought before he arched his back, gritted his teeth, and released an exuberant reward for all the work Karen had done. He was aware of her sucking even harder, the sound of her swallowing booming through his enhanced senses even more gluttonously loud than his own thundering heartbeat and racing blood. 

Above him, Linda rode his face, cooing and mewling and finally coming down from the high she’d gotten from him, slipping off of his heaving chest and into Karen’s arms. She couldn’t move, could only look on enviously as Karen gave her a smug look and licked her lips clean. Karen’s strong features were virtually whitewashed with cum. Even for a Kryptonian, there was only so much her throat could handle.

After a moment of pouting, Linda shut her eyes, just savoring Karen dripping with cum and Clark so completely satisfied and herself almost obnoxiously pleasured. “I wish I could live here with you two,” she moaned happily. “I wish we could do this every day.”

Clark chuckled warmly, folding her in his arms along with Karen. He moved sluggishly, as overwhelmed with satisfaction as she was. Linda took some solace in the fact that Karen hadn’t gotten off, and had to content herself with nestling in under Clark’s muscular arm. “Karen and I don’t live together. Not that I blame anyone for not remembering addresses at the—“

“Why don’t we?” Karen asked.

“Why don’t we what?”

“Live together,” Karen continued. “All of us. And, yeah, fuck like hell when we want. Why not? It makes us happy. Not like we get a lot to be happy about. Might as well enjoy what we do have.”

“I… have a lot to be happy about…” Clark said, confused. He could see Linda beaming, though, as she happily snuggled up to both himself and Karen.

“That would be awesome!” she cheered to her more voluptuous counterpart. “People think I’m Clark’s cousin anyway, so he could sublet to me…”

“I own a one-bedroom apartment,” Clark protested.

“I can afford three bedrooms,” Karen said. “Since I’m not working in a dying medium.”

“Now wait just a—“

Karen pressed on. “Clark, you and I, we date, live together. Linda, you stay with us. No one would be the wiser.”

“That would be fun, obviously, but—“ Clark said automatically. He struggled to continue and point out the flaw in the plan, but nothing was springing to mind. Maybe he should shoot Batman an e-mail.

“But can’t I date him too?” Linda asked, jutting her lower lip out a little. “I could change my name. Wear a different wig…”

Karen smirked at her. “Save something for marriage, kiddo. No, you can—you can be Superman’s partner.”

“She can?” Clark asked. He didn’t realize it, but he’d abandoned his thought of poking holes in Karen’s plan.

“Sure. Half the people think Superman and Supergirl are dating anyway. Just make it official. I’ll enjoy only having to put up with you in Clark mode. Otherwise, I need my space. I’ll be more than happy hanging out with the JSA while you two losers are on the Justice League.”

“I don’t like your implication about the Justice League!” Linda protested.

Clark patted her hip. “She’s kidding,” he said, grinning a little as he thought of how Linda was comfortable enough with Earth social mores to know that Karen didn’t really think of them as losers, but was still unable to see the respect she really did hold the JLA in, deep down.

Maybe it would do Linda some good, having him and Karen around as role models, friends she didn’t have to hide her secret from. In fact, none of them had to hide their secrets. Not with each other.

Linda wrapped her arms around Clark’s arm, hugging his bicep tightly. “That sounds so good. Can we, Clark? Can we?”

“How can you say no to that face?” Karen asked, embracing Clark’s other arm, pressing her breasts into his shoulder. “Or these tits?”

Clark gulped. It was starting to look like he had two new girlfriends.

And people said redheads were fiery.