Two Blondes update

With Karen mounted atop his erection, totally boneless in her orgasmic bliss, Clark’s fingers dug into her hips to hold her steady as he racked her up and down on his member. He rubbed his knob deep inside her womanhood; she was limp except to shake with ecstasy.

“You have one soft, sweet, little pussy, Karen. I hope it can take my cum as well as it takes my dick.”

“Let’s find out!” Karen gritted out.

Summoning all her strength, the towering Amazon of a woman just barely managed to wrap her legs around Clark’s waist. She forced her hands to his broad shoulders, holding on for dear life as he pumped her on his cock. Clark was masturbating with her, using her purely for his own pleasure and yet casually delighting her with rapture Karen couldn’t believe she was capable of feeling. I’m not his bitch, Karen realized with both shock and glee. I’m his goddamn toy!

Her voluptuous breasts hovered in the air, floating almost weightlessly from their highest point to their lowest as Karen was slammed up and down. She shook with rapidly growing bliss, one orgasm seeming to crash into another as Clark overloaded her with raw pleasure. She prayed desperately that he’d come inside her: because she wanted to satisfy him. Because she wanted this to end while she could still stand it. Because she was a slut and sluts simply wanted cum. 

“You two are unbelievable!” Linda said in her most disapproving voice, though for all her effort, it still trembled with lust.

Neither Clark nor Karen paid any attention to the new arrival, who stood there with arms crossed, watching as her supposed date for the evening instead fucked Power Girl like a bitch in heat. (And Linda had no idea how apropos her thought was.) All that mattered to them was the pumping of Clark’s monstrous cock into Karen’s surrendering pussy. 

And underneath her fashionable poncho, Linda’s panties moistened as she watched. Without hearing a word they’d said to each other, she was involved in the endlessly one-sided battle of Clark making Karen his bitch. Oh well, she thought. If you can’t beat them…

Walking up behind Clark, whose muscular back flexed enough to stir his cape as he worked Karen up and down, Linda took him by hair and jaw—forced his lips to hers in a demanding, devouring kiss. She shivered as Clark’s tongue met hers with the same domineering force he had brought to bear on Karen, and she sucked it helplessly as he brought Karen down harder and harder on his stiff manhood.

“Ooooo!” Karen squealed. “Fuck me! Show Linda what she’s in for! Use me like you’re going to use her!”

Karen submitted to Clark’s driving passion as it was bolstered by Linda’s desire. She lay back in ecstasy as Clark pumped her on his cock harder and harder. Embracing Clark from behind, Linda reached past him to grope at Karen’s famous breasts, tweaking her nipples until they filled Karen with trembling, panting rapture on each bounce. 

Karen gasped and grunted as she plunged rightly down onto Clark’s erection. She felt herself stretched as their bodies met, his thrusts perfectly timed to intercept her wrenching body. He filled her pussy with the shuddering heat of his thrusting manhood.

“Hhhh!” Clark groaned. “I’ve got your pussy now! Ggnnn! I’m going to fill you up!”

“Yes, mmmm!” Karen cried. “Do it! Fill me up and fuck me and stuff me with cum! It’s what this cunt was made for!”

Shaking with desire herself, Linda snaked her eager hand down and around Clark’s body, until it was down at his groin. She wrapped it around the base of his fat cock, feeling it throb powerfully in her grasp as Karen rode it. His manhood was so on fire with passion that she almost drew her hand back in shock. 

But Linda held on despite the heat, wrapping her fingers around his pulsing member, panting with glee as she squeezed it. It was long and hard and uncontrollably twitching with the tightness of Karen’s snatch, the most delicious thing Linda had ever touched. Her lips parted unthinkingly as she stroked it, imagining that Karen’s groaning was now due to the added desire pounding in Clark’s erection.

Clark turned to her with a grimacing smile as he defied Karen’s tightness and the friction of their mating which so urged him to come. “You don’t really need to do anything on my end—Karen’s nearly too much for me already. Why don’t you see what you can do for her?” He winked at Linda. “I’m sure she can take it.”