Two Blondes update

Linda sat on the bathroom counter, rubbing her hands together. “I’m rooting for you, Peej,” she said sardonically.

Karen considered firing back a quip as she stepped toward Clark’s wet, naked body, but the damp tile floor slipped out from under her. She fell onto her ass, her Kryptonian invulnerability protecting everything but her pride. And suddenly, she was face to face with Clark’s rising erection.

Somehow, it looked a lot bigger now that it was supposed to be submissive to her.

She took hold of Clark’s prick, studying the massively swollen knob. Slowly, she pumped the foreskin back to see a tiny, clear drop of precum ooze out from the tip. Karen leaned in to lick it up, loving the taste as always, then worked her lips around the fat, girthy shaft. Her mouth slipped lower and lower down his length until she’d taken all she could. Then she turned her head from side to side, her contracting throat wrapped around Clark’s glans.

“Want me to fuck your mouth?” Clark asked, putting his hands on her well-built shoulders, massaging them lovingly even as she suckled him. 

Karen lifted her head back, letting his cock flop down to his muscular thighs. She glanced at Linda, who smiled at her encouragingly.

“I don’t know what I want,” Karen said, feeling her pussy ache harder than ever, with no hunger she could name. 

Usually, just looking at Clark and his chiseled body was enough to bring her cunt to a boil. Now something seemed to be missing. Was she really that used to him asserting himself over her?

“Let’s try something different,” Karen suggested, though she didn’t know what.

“Anything,” Clark said, kneeling over her. His sheer presence pushed Karen down onto her back, leading him to crawl over her. “You name it.”

Karen opened her legs and trembled under him, putting her hands on his broad shoulders. She dug her short nails into the burgeoning muscles, then closed her eyes, waiting for him to take her.

That was maybe the problem. To her, even the roughest man was gentle, invariably touching her superstrong body as though it were made of glass. Maybe that was why she loved Clark so much. She liked to be crushed, to feel his lust for her grinding her down until she was nothing but pleasure.

“Make it hurt,” she whispered. “That’s what I want.”

“Not this time,” Clark said, brushing his lips against hers.

Karen trembled with agonized need. This had all been Linda’s idea and it was only proving how well Karen knew her own mind, because all she could think when Clark made love to her was how much she wanted him to fuck her. She pushed him away, giving Clark an animalistic look of need.

“Oh, Clark!” she cried out, her gaze taking in his perfect body once more, firing her lust once more. “Kiss me!”

She grabbed his face and pulled his body to hers, trying to get him as close to her, as deep inside her, as he went when he was in charge. The wiry hairs of his chest and stubble scratched her soft flesh, making Karen tremble. That was what she wanted, the roughness of a man. If she wanted everything soft and smooth, she’d be with Linda. Much as she enjoyed that, it was their mutual lust for Clark that had brought them together, at least for good. At the end of the day, nothing got her off quite like Clark did—especially when he was on top.

Clark pressed Karen down into the tile hard enough that it creaked; she could tell he wasn’t satisfied with this toying around either. But he dutifully covered her face with sweet kisses, then ran his tongue over the hollow of her throat. With Karen’s face made tender by his kisses, burning from the touch of his lips, he went down to her upturned breasts, heaving as fully as ever. 

Clark took her left nipple into his lips and slowly washed it with his tongue, relishing the perfumed aroma of Karen’s arousal, the delicious flavor of her creamy skin coupled with the tart aftertaste of her sweat. He moved to her other breast and sucked on that fat nipple as well, its rotund exuberance perfectly fitting how mammoth the rest of her teat was.

“God… Karen,” he muttered, reaching up to stroke Karen’s face with his big hands. She swooned as his fingers ran through her hair and caressed her cheeks. His lips nuzzled into the deep valley of her cleavage, then his tongue ran down her smooth, flat belly before dipping into her navel. “You’re so damn sweet, Karen… sweet… all… over…”