Through A Glass Dirtily update

So saying, Roxy cupped his balls in one hand and fisted his prick in the other. Kon gasped, speechless for once. Roxy kneaded his sensitive scrotum, pumped his shaft with her lotion-slick hands. Was she really still just applying suntan oil to him?

Roxy felt his manhood throbbing hotly in her hand, his balls bulging. She shivered with excitement. Kon was starting to give her exactly what she wanted. In spite of his surprise, Kon gifted her with a massive erection, his cock lurching and growing inside her hand, pushing her fingers further and further apart. Even his balls were big and rigid, ready for action. Roxy gave his manhood a squeeze and her fingers couldn’t even dimple his rock-hard erection. He might not be the official Man of Steel, but he certainly had a Cock of Steel.

Kon rolled over, his member standing up straight in the air, basking in the sunlight from all sides like a perfect tiki totem.

“There,” Roxy cooed. “Now your… Little Kon-El can get tanned all over too.

***

Tana Moon was not happy to wake up without Kon around. She just knew that Roxy had poached him. Luckily for her, to the trained journalistic mind, it was easy to predict where Roxy had taken him. Tana had no doubt she would bring Kon to her little make-out spot and put the moves on him. 

As if Kon weren’t entirely wrapped around Tana’s finger. The guy had been sniffing around Tana for a year, which was most of his life, and Roxy actually thought she could come between them? Just because she was a blonde with big tits and an ass that you could do a bank shot off of?

Tana hurried. She didn’t want to leave Kon alone with the desperate bitch for too long. Roxy might come on too strong and Kon might let her down a little too easily. Not that Tana was worried about Kon cheating on her. He was a clone of Superman. Superman wouldn’t cheat. But if a girl really, really wanted to give Superman a blowjob…

Tana broke into a run. The name was Superman, after all.

Almost upon the beachfront clearing where Roxy worked her wiles, Tana recognized Kon’s voice as well as that female snake in the grass, Roxy Leech. Fronds six feet high barred the last of the path; Tana didn’t draw them aside, but crouched down and gently parted two of the leaves to look through the opening, as she would a knothole.

Kon lounged across a towel, completely naked and fully erect, though nothing was touching him at the moment except the sun. Roxy was equally nude, her well-sized breasts jiggling with her every motion as she leaned over Kon. Playing with his hair while playing innocent.

“Talk about an all-over tan,” she said. “You’d have to be circumcised to have less tan lines. But can you keep it up or do you need some help?”

“Help?” Kon choked.

Roxy took his hands and put them on her full breasts. Kon made a croaking noise deep in his throat. He didn’t resist at all. Roxy’s tits were so real, so soft, that his fingers seemed to sink into their flesh without any effort at all. Then his knuckles were tensing, the muscles of his forearms cording as he molded and squeezed her cleavage, Roxy cooing with excitement. His cock shuddered. It was in no danger of going down anytime soon.

“A nice, even tan,” Roxy mewled.

So he is cheating on me, Tana thought. What am I supposed to do about it? Join in?

She wished she hadn’t seen them together like this, but it was too late not to spy on them. Her journalistic mindset had her instinctively wanting to see everything Kon did, so she’d have a full record of his transgression. But the woman in her wanted to walk out there, throw Roxy off her boyfriend, and put a stop to this before Kon betrayed her any more than he already had.

Tana thought about it—that was the difference between her and Kon and Roxy, she actually thought things through—and decided that they would probably just tell her to join in if she revealed herself. Then she would be the bad guy for not wanting to have another threesome. They’d probably even claim she was getting off on watching them, which she wasn’t. Not at all.

Roxy’s silky breasts seemed to be swelling as Kon caressed them. Her long eyelashes were at half mast, her smile seductive and seemingly directed right at his enormous manhood, which showed no sign of getting softer or shorter anytime soon.

“I know you’re just trying to help,” Kon said hoarsely, “but I’m really getting excited here. Like you might have to stand back or you’ll find yourself in the splatter zone!”

“Mmmm, Kon—you talk like that, I get excited too,” Roxy purred.

Tana was pissed; a cheap line like that was all it took to pop Kon’s cockhead out of his foreskin? But at the same time her pussy slushed, making the crotch of her panties feel sticky, drenched, soaking. She shifted her body, trying to relieve the feeling, and the motion wrung wet little gushes of her arousal out to seep through her panties. The sensation of dampness ran down her thigh. Tana reached down and wiped it off with the inside of her skirt.

Wild horses couldn’t have dragged her away from this vantage point. As angry as she was, Tana was fascinated as well. She’d never been a voyeur before, never seen two people having sex outside of movies, not even watched porn. She couldn’t resist peeping. Her anger made it all the hotter.

Roxy snaked her arms around Kon’s body and kissed him. Tana could tell her tongue was going into his mouth. She expected to see steam shoot out of Kon’s ears.

As Roxy gave him that long, passionate kiss, she rubbed her naked breasts into his pectoral muscles. Kon gave a muffled groan: Tana had seen how hard Roxy’s nipples were. She could only imagine how they felt dragging across Kon’s chest.

At last they separated, Roxy holding herself up with her hand on Kon’s broad chest. “Help me out, Kon? I’m so turned on I can’t take it. I know some women need iron in their diet—I need steel.”

“Geez, Roxy—shit—I dunno,” Kon said in a cracking voice. “I mean, maybe we should clear things up with Tana about exactly what our arrangement is. She’s so great… what if she wants to have me Monday-Tuesday-Wednesday, and you get Thursday-Friday-Saturday… Sundays we have three-ways, obviously… but she really wants Tuesdays because she wants to watch Grey’s Anatomy with me, so by having sex with you, we’re stepping on her day!? It’s crummy deals like that at the Treaty of Versailles that led to WW2,” he concluded with the air of a high schooler who had actually managed to get an A in World History.

Tana attributed this to Cadmus programming him with detailed history files.

Roxy’s mouth gaped a little. “Kon—Grey’s Anatomy doesn’t air on a Tuesday.”

“Well, how am I supposed to know that? I have a dick!”

“You certainly do,” Roxy purred. “Kon, Tana will never know. And I really need you. Here—have a feel.”

She took his hand and set it between her thighs. Kon shivered… Tana knew he was touching flesh as wet and as searing hot as that between her own legs.

“See?” Roxy cooed. “Feel how hot my cunt is? Come on, help a girl out. Give me what I need. Don’t I always take care of your needs?”

“What a slut,” Tana whispered to herself, teeth gritted as she indulged in all the bigger rage she felt toward Roxy—enough to bury her insane desire to stick her hand inside of her panties and touch the lust she felt quaking in her folds.