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Two Blondes Walk Up To A Superman update
🕑 Added 2019-05-10 18:00:03 +0000 UTC
Linda was almost amused at how simply head over heels she was for the man. It only confirmed that she was too far gone to stop. She did pull away from him, but only long enough to take off her robe completely. He ogled her naked body, making her feel almost as sexy in her lean frame and perky breasts as Karen was in her cello-like curves. His excitement burned from his eyes to her bare flesh.
“So, how long do you think it’ll be until I take after Peej?” she asked him, half-joking as she struck a sensual pose.
“You have no need to take after anyone,” Clark told her firmly. “You look sweet as a bowl of candy. One I just want to taste and taste and taste…”
The fingers of one hand brushed over her small, well-formed breast, finding it didn’t sag at all, but jiggled ripely with his light touch. He moved his hand downward, tracing a line over her flat belly to the mound of her sex, and Linda preened, tingling, as his fingertips disturbed the hairs of her pussy.
“Don’t just pet me, touch me!” Linda said, almost pouting. “Go on—I want you to.”
She spread her legs a little to make room and then his big hand covered her slit. She was reminded for a moment of Karen’s rough touch, but only in that Clark was not at all like her. As fun as Karen was, Clark was gentler—just as strong, but soft—and Linda found herself turned on in the knowledge that for all his power, he felt no need to dominate her. They would go as slow or as fast as she wanted.
“Put a finger in me,” she said, now pleading. “I really like that…”
She felt his fingers trace over the swollen lips of her pussy, finding the perfect place and then parting the rosy folds before slipping the middle digit inside her.
“Mmmmm, Clark…!” she sighed, and knew it wouldn’t take long before she was nicely hot for him. She grinned to herself—Clark might let her take the reins, but she didn’t think she’d ever know as much about sex as him. His hands even felt better than when she masturbated!
His finger curled inside her sex, drawing over just the places she needed him to touch, while his other hand ran over her cleavage again, sliding warm over the pert curves before squeezing, his long, thick fingers packing so much pleasure into the mound of her breast that it almost hurt.
“Clark, I like it!” Linda babbled, quivering. His middle finger between her legs felt as big as a cock and his free hand was massaging pure heat into her sweet little tit. “I like that a lot… I’m so glad you touch me… kiss me…”
Clark could feel her pussy clenching around him, readying itself to come, and he took his finger away. Linda crooned, but didn’t protest as he lowered her to the floor, then laid himself down beside her. He kissed the soft white flesh of her throat, then his lips moved down to her burgeoning cleavage. Linda gasped, again and again, as his warm lips described the contours of her breasts, finally landing on a tender nipple with a heat that felt like that of a flame.
“Oh Rao, yes! Kiss my breasts, Clark! Bite them, suck them, do whatever you want to them!”
Linda was truly aroused now, her lust trickling down her thighs, only enhancing the excitement of Clark’s hands on her, lips on her. She felt perfectly slatternly, being so turned on, even when there wasn’t anything dirty about how Clark was touching her—it couldn’t possibly be anything but right. She couldn’t understand the combination of feeling whorish and pure, but she didn’t care. She liked it. She loved it.
“Kiss them,” she said firmly, and Clark looked up to meet her eyes before graciously obliging her.
He kissed the slopes of her breasts, then he moved his lips to a stingingly hard nipple, but he didn’t do anything as prosaic as kissing it. He took it between his lips and Linda moaned as he sucked it, hard, pulling on it so overpoweringly that she felt the suction all through her breast, deep into her body. Her pussy was so wet it was overflowing, drowning, she was dripping from her cunt… how could she be such a whore while feeling so loved?
“You make me warm all over,” she panted. “Your lips feel so… yes, do that to my nipples… make me feel good… make me feel good all over, Clark… keep going, please, unless you don’t like it…?”
Clark smiled at her lovingly. “How could I not like making you feel so good?”
He opened his mouth wide and filled it with her right breast, while at the same time his left hand went to her other breast, tightening on the aching flesh, massaging every inch of it, leaving nothing of her ripe offering untouched.
His right hand went down to her waist, between her legs, palm pressing flat against her mound, and that felt torturously pleasant enough, but then his fingers were inside her—one, two, three, and Linda couldn’t believe how she was stretching, stretching and tightening and flexing on the intrusion of so much of his big hand inside her.
“Rao!” she cried, licking her parched lips, wishing Clark had another mouth so she could kiss him as well. If only Karen were there. It would be worth having to share Clark if only she could do more than… bend down and kiss that gleaming black hair and the baby-pink scalp underneath… “Great Rao, Clark, you’re really getting me hot… you’re… you’re going to make me come!”
Clark pulled himself away from the breast he’d been mouthing—the nipple so erect that it felt like it would burst—and he moved to her left breast, squeezed inside his left hand so that the nipple was sumptuously delivered to him. It proved even more sensitive than the other had.
“Clark! Clark! Clark!” Linda gasped. She reached down between their bodies and found the thick bulge at his crotch. Its heat and hardness filled her hand like nothing ever had before. She caressed it, realizing only now how long she’d wanted to feel such a large, erect manhood. “There’s so much of it, Clark… is it all for me?”
Clark’s only answer was to suck hard at her nipple, so hard that the pleasure was overwhelming, making her eyes roll back in her head. Then his fingers slipped away from her cunt, and before Linda could be dissatisfied by the aching emptiness inside her, his hand came down on her mound in a light slap.
“Ooh!” Linda squeaked, and actually came a little, squirting a thin stream of orgasmic honey in an oddity of Kryptonian biology. It felt so amazing that she just wanted to melt into a puddle, but she kept a death-grip on the hard cock inside his trousers.
“Clark,” she said, gasping for air, “it’s so big and hard… is there even room for it in there?”
“Not much,” Clark admitted.
“We should let it out,” Linda suggested. “There’s plenty of room out here…”
Comments
Shendude
I love this story.
P. C.
Thank you very much for the update.
