Two Blondes Update

“He’s in the driver’s seat? Because I let him top me?” Karen guffawed. “Linda, I let him dominate me—let—because it feels good. And it takes confidence to know that’s what I’ll enjoy. I know it’s not the same way for you, and Clark knows that too, but then there’s what works for us.”

“So you never feel the urge to be on top?”

Karen shrugged. “You’ve seen us. Clark takes good care of my urges.”

Linda nodded quickly, then shrugged her shoulder to the side. “Yeah, but… You’ve never actually tried being on top, though. Right? I mean, I’ve been there for most of the sex, and what I haven’t, I’ve heard, and you never do anything but… submit.”

Karen crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up even more impressively. Intimidating Linda more than broaching this subject already had. “And that bothers you.”

“No!”

“Because we’re sisters from another parallel universe.”

“No!”

“And you think that if I get off on something, it must mean you’d get off on it too.”

“No!” Linda stressed, shaking her head jaggedly, her face turning red. “No, no, no! I’m not judging you.”

“I don’t feel judged,” Karen replied. “Just misunderstood. But maybe if you’re so worried that you’d like being topped, you should give it a try. Who knows how much you might like it?”

Linda gasped and looked away, arms crossed—though it was more like hugging herself than the stance Karen had adopted. “Well… why don’t you try topping him? Maybe you’d like that?”

Karen stuck out her jaw. “Care to put your money where your mouth is?”

It took Linda a moment to parse what Karen meant—it seemed that, under the circumstances, money was the last thing they’d want in their mouths—but once she understood the Earth expression, she nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll bottom for him. You top him. We’ll see how it goes.”

***

Showering up after the crisis was finally averted, Clark seemed faintly amused by the whole idea, as well as a little modest, which charmed both Karen and Linda. They hadn’t taken any damage—no portals for them—so they settled back to enjoy the show, which Clark gamely tried to provide them. Even if it was only through a drawn shower curtain. He was tall enough to tower over the curtain rod and both of them basked in his flustered expressions more than anything else.

“Well, honestly, I think the idea sounds just swell.”

“Swell?” Karen and Linda asked together, with identical cringes.

“Swell,” Clark insisted stubbornly. “This is a nice little arrangement we have here and we never would’ve stumbled on it if we hadn’t been willing to… experiment. So if any of us want to experiment some more, why not? We might make things even better.”

Karen grunted skeptically, though she’d been the one to suggest it in the first place. She wondered how much of her had expected Clark to shoot it all down with his paternal knowing. “Listen to Pollyanna over here. Never had a finger shoved up his butt.”

“Experiments that we’re all comfortable with,” Linda stressed, humorless.

“And just for the record?” Clark said. “Not comfortable with that.”

“Of course you aren’t. It’d probably take an oil derrick to get up your butt,” Karen teased. She twisted her neck to get a better look through the shower curtain at Clark’s ass, just as tight as she’d implied. “Not that you’re not laidback…”

Clark shut off the water and it gurgled its way down the drain. “I am feeling laidback. Is that how I’m supposed to feel, being topped, or no?”

“Wait, have we started?” Linda asked.

“She made that crack about oil derricks,” Clark said. “Was that not her topping me?”

“Har-de-har-har,” Karen said, cheeks blazing. “Why don’t you get out here, Buns of Steel, unless you’re chicken?”

“Consider me at your service.” 

Clark drew back the shower curtain and picked up a fluffy white towel, mopping the wetness from his chiseled body. As always, Karen felt slightly breathless, seeing the sheer masculinity of his tall, well-built body. His thick bludgeon of a cock dangling between his bulky thighs. Black hair plastered to his body by the gleaming wetness of the shower. How was she supposed to dominate all of that? Every hot little nerve in her pussy was begging for her to bend over and call him Daddy.

But of course, that was the point. She wasn’t going to dominate him. He was going to let himself be dominated. And with a little luck, they’d both enjoy that. But then, his enjoyment wasn’t important right now. Only hers was.