Two Blondes update

“Well,” Karen said, shocking Linda with her ability to speak. “We’re not going back to the party like this.”

Linda smiled up at Clark. “She’s right. And you were the one who ditched me in the first place, remember?”

Clark held his hands up in surrender. “I suppose I should apologize, but I’m really not that sorry. After all, look at the two of you—I’m only human.”

Karen rolled her eyes. “Human. Shit. If only humans could come inside me like a fucking Howitzer.” 

“Or so much that swallowing it feels like a four-course meal,” Linda added. “Face it, Clark. You’d better go back and give to charity on your own.”

“Yeah,” Karen agreed, putting an arm around Linda. “We’ll keep each other company.”

“That’ll be something to think about while you’re hobnobbing with all the Bruce Waynes of the world who don’t dress up like bats.”

Clark grimaced. “Fine. Two against one; majority rules. But do me a favor?” He tucked his flaccid manhood back into his trunks. “Don’t be too loud. I still have superhearing.”

Karen licked away a bit of cum that was dangling from Linda’s ear like a pearl earring. “I guarantee nothing, Clark. Maybe next time you should think twice before you fuck my brains out.”

Clark floated up into the air, taking one last look at the pair of them before he flew off. Being a fan of truth and justice, normally Karen’s hypocrisy would bother him. But if anyone could own it—make it as endearing as humanly possible—it would be his beloved Karen.

Then Linda and Karen were left alone. Both were more or less covered in cum. Karen, by now, was next to naked. All that was really left of her costume was the chain that held a scrap of her cape in place, as well as her boots and gloves. 

Linda, on the other hand, had actually ended up looking more dressed. Her S-shield poncho was still on and her skirt had fallen from where it had been belted to give the impression she was naked underneath her top, so now her ensemble flowed from her shoulders down to her knees. 

However, being dressed only managed to turn Linda on more. She, after all, hadn’t taken Clark’s prick. Her pussylips were swollen, throbbing with their engorgement, the pinkness between tingling with a maddening itch. She felt like reaching under her skirt and giving a finger or two to her seething pussy.

And she knew Karen felt the same way.

“Rao, Clark really made a mess of you, didn’t he?” Linda asked innocently, eying up and down the ropes of cum that Clark had bombarded Karen’s naked body with. The Man of Steel had left no doubt about how much Karen had pleased him. Massive lakes of cum were plastered to Karen’s creamy skin wherever they’d splattered, and they were sluggishly rolling down her flesh in ample rivers, Karen could’ve been doused with a firehose and gotten less wet.

“Jealous?” Karen asked. She could feel Clark’s seed all over her and in comparison, the mask of white he had sprayed into Linda’s face before pumping still more into her mouth seemed paltry. 

It made Karen a little surprised that Linda had let Clark fly off. If their positions were reversed, she would’ve asked for the exact same treatment Linda had gotten. As it was, she’d barely held back from asking Kal for a repeat performance—even offering her ass to try and seal the deal.

But then, she knew Clark wouldn’t shirk his responsibilities that badly. Best to avoid not only embarrassing herself, but hurting Clark’s feelings by putting an undue demand on him.

Of course, the two women had no such compunctions. 

“Hungry,” Linda replied at last. She moved close to Karen, staring up into the eyes of her ‘big sister’, and slipped her hand between Karen’s legs. Clark’s cum was still running out of there from the load that had exploded inside her, falling from Karen like suntan lotion out of a dispenser. 

Karen felt faint as Linda rubbed generous helpings of Clark’s semen back into her pubic hair, which she was growing out in anticipation of getting it specially cut by Kalex. She had it all planned out—S for Superman. And Supergirl, she supposed. Right now, it really felt like it would stand for Supergirl.

“I know you’re wet,” Linda breathed. “But how much of that is him and how much is you?”

“Easier to tell on your end,” Karen said, intending to prove it.