Don't Look Away update

A few minutes later they were back on shore, in a small grassy clearing. Kon went to fetch them a picnic blanket and towels and some beer, while Cass prepared herself—taking a vial of lubricant she’d hidden in her hair and spreading it over her mons so she was ready for Kon’s massive prick. She didn’t know if she could be wet enough to take his cock, even with artificial aid. But she could take that pain a lot better than what Steph put her through.

It seemed like only Steph had ever managed to truly arouse her, bring her to climax. She needed to have an orgasm like that with Kon—prove that Steph didn’t own her body!

They sat side by side on the blanket, Kon’s arm around Cass’s shoulders. Excitement built inside her. She told herself she wouldn’t think about Steph anymore.

She turned her head for a kiss. Kon’s arm tightened around her shoulders as he gave it to her, but not right away. He brushed his lips against hers and spoke to her while his right hand felt her chest.

“You sure about this, Cass?”

“Yes… I want to be… your girl… I want you to help me… be your girl…”

His own body shaking, Kon loosened her bikini top. His tongue ran into her mouth, touching hers voluptuously. Need bloomed in Cass’s groin, sweet and warm, and she ran her arms around his neck, embracing him as she kissed him back. Tilting her head up to his and stroking their tongues together, her lips opened to accept more of his kiss.

This must be right, Cass thought, trembling both inside and out. He tickled me and squeezed me and I teased him and I loved it as much as he did. It’s the way any girl would respond to him—like Steph was with Tim.

Kon’s manhood bulged in his trunks. He knew he was stealing home, but paradoxically, he had to be very careful now, go very slow. He could tell Cass was uncertain about this and the way he handled her could decide whether she went one way or another. And he really wanted her to go his way. Her body was perfect, spectacular, a feat of feminine engineering. Even Kon, who usually went for the big-boobed Playboy types, wasn’t blind to Cass’s appeal, all pert and supple and deliciously nubile.

He worked Cass’s bra off of her, then teased the dainty nipples of her small breasts. They somehow seemed virginal in how small they were, how they lost their smallness in awakening to his tongue. Cass quivered and gave Kon her mouth again for another kiss. 

He caressed the fine, silken slopes of her cleavage, working his hands to the tips of her breasts to feel her nipples again. They were growing, stiffening—perched on swollen little areolas that further announced her arousal. Kon circled the bumpy peaks with his fingers. Cass trembled, too much to take—she broke off the kiss and turned away, exposing her neck to him, inviting his warm breath on it, his hot kisses—

“Kon, I… love what you’re doing…”

“I love your breasts,” Kon murmured, kissing up and down the pulse he felt in her throat, from where it was strongest to where its quiver disappeared into her sleek flesh. “They’re so beautiful… so sweet… How do you like me?”

“I like you… so much!”

“No, I mean…” He caught her right hand and pulled it down to his groin. She’d been bold out in the water, testing the feel of him, but now he wanted her to really touch it, know how big and how hard his cock was for her. “How do you like me?”

She let her hand be pressed against his stiff cock. Partly going along with Kon’s lead and partly addressing her own curiosity, Cass ran her fingers along the length of his erection. Her thighs clenched. She opened them. And as if to distract herself from what their bodies were doing, she kissed Kon passionately. 

He returned it, nibbling her bottom lip, tasting the full ripeness of her mouth with his demanding kiss. Cass shivered, barely able to believe that their kissing was still less intense than the mutual exploration of their bodies. With their lips barely touching, she tightened her grip on his swollen member.

“I like how hard you are,” Cass breathed. “Do you like… being this hard?”

“Let’s just say I’d like it more if you liked it,” Kon said, raising a suave eyebrow.

Cass giggled. He looked like Mr. Spock suddenly.

Kon shared her smile. He knew that as submissive and eager as Cass was being, she was still trying a little too hard. Whatever she was trying to accomplish with him, trying to build, it couldn’t be done in one day and with one fuck. She was all… sensitive and mixed up. But on another level, she did just want to have some fun. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be doing this—he could tell she was interested in him, attracted to him. It would be his loss if he couldn’t turn that into something more.

Slowly he eased Cass down to the blanket’s soft embrace. Their mouths came apart, both of them instantly savoring the fleeting contact more now that it was gone. Cass settled comfortably onto her supple ass and back, her tender thighs spread, her succulent breasts heaving with her need. Her face was flushed, her chocolate hair still plastered to her face and scalp by the water. Kon could smell her perfume and her arousal and the water on her.

Easy, El-boy, easy, he told himself. Now’s the time to be more Clark Kent than Superman. She’s had some experience, but she’s still some kind of virgin—she expects to be taken care of, not given a work-out. Compared to half the chicks I’ve known, she’s a babe in the woods—literally.

“Kon,” she muttered, gazing up at him, her almond eyes full of warmth as they covered his face. “Will this… take long?”

Kon grinned at her teasing. “Uh-huh. I’m going to take my time.” He eased his right hand down along her toned thighs. “I’m going to make you a whole new woman, Cass. You’re going to be my girl.”

“Mmm,” Cass breathed. “I hope so.” 

Then she sniffled, momentarily overcome.

“Hey.” Kon wiped her eyes. “You don’t need to cry. You’re a good girl.”

“I think I did… something bad… wasn’t good enough…”

“Bullshit,” Kon told her, rubbing the firm flesh of her thigh, trying to work her misgivings out of it, let in some warmth and enjoyment. “You didn’t do anything wrong. People break up, they get with other people… It’s not your fault. Not your job to keep Steph happy.”

Cass’s lips quivered. Jesus Christ, she was like a Disney character. A Disney character he wanted to fuck. Well, no, if she were Jessica Rabbit, he would already be up in her. “Are you… making it your job… make me happy?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am,” Kon said. “And I was sorta hoping that you could make me a little happy, if you’re not too busy.”

Cass giggled through her tears. “Is that what Kryptonian girls do?”

“Who cares? I’m not dating a Kryptonian girl.” 

He stroked his fingers up and down, subtly moving them closer to her bikini bottoms. All of her skin felt so nice and damp. He knew she was wet—he wondered what her pussy would feel like.

“Kon, you’re very… wonderful.” Cass arched her back, thrusting her pert breasts upward. “I think you know… just what to do with me.”

She shivered with anticipation, passing through her guilt into simply appreciating how his hand felt on her thigh. The tingles it produced shot up to her cunt, made her clit tingle and firm. It felt almost like it did with Steph now that she’d talked to him, seen the desire in his eyes, learned how he felt about her. She didn’t know how Steph could just jump into bed with Linda when she had gotten to know Kon so well!

Kon leaned over her, lowering his head to her swollen breasts, while his hand settled sweetly, beguilingly on top of her mound. Cass watched as he parted his lips and wrapped them around one of her fiercely erect nipples, all while his fingers played over her groin, until she wasn’t sure where the delicious sensations flooding her body were even coming from. He was drawing her out of her sadness, pulling her away from it. And without it, she was warming, she was responding to him, she was forgetting all about Steph and becoming his.

I want to come for him. I want to be his girl, Cass thought, shivering. He’s so good to me. I love the way he touches me. It all feels so good! I want him to touch my clit, lick my clit, I bet he could make me come even harder than Steph! Forget Steph! Focus on Kon!

“Gh!” she gasped, seeing his lips tighten on her nipple and feeling an answering thrill blaze through her tit. She loved how he feasted on it. He would take her nipple into her mouth, then suck and pull it until it slipped out. Then Kon would devour it all over again. 

Her swollen nipple was getting fatter, becoming more sensitive. When he moved over to do the same thing to her other nipple, her first was practically singing out with arousal—a need for more and a feeling of painful satiation. Cass pushed her right breast against his mouth while her hand ran down his muscular body.

“Mmmm,” he groaned the next time her nipple slipped out of his mouth, pounding with need right in front of him. “I’ll never get enough of these, babe.”

“Then get more… keep getting more!” Cass retorted, taking her own advice by rubbing his covered manhood harder and harder. He answered with his own massaging hand at her mound. 

Her hips seemed to hover up to his hand, pressing her mound firmly against his palm, smearing it and his stroking fingers with her juices. His touch was so firm, so smooth, so subtle, so enthralling, that Cass barely noticed when he stopped stroking her through her bottoms and put his hand underneath the panties instead.

“Ohhh!” she cried out. “Yes! KON!”

This was the way it should be, she thought, feeling as if from afar her body completely surrendering to Kon. The calm, cool buildup, him readying her, preparing her, easing her into it, all while she made herself comfortable with his cock. His big, very big cock. She hoped it would fit right into her pussy—it and the big load of cum he was sure to give her. 

Cass wondered if she would orgasm then or right now or both, because she was definitely going to come if he kept touching her. She was going to come for him, for her Kon, and that would be the end of her body’s misplaced loyalties.