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Two Blondes Walk Up To A Superman
🕑 Added 2018-05-29 01:06:25 +0000 UTC They made for an intoxicating mixture, even with Clark’s current grief. Indeed, perhaps it was because of his volatile emotions that he actually noticed the alluring contrast between them instead of shoving it to the back of his mind with thoughts of Lois. But now, with Lois having left him for fear of their great strength meaning they could never safely be intimate, he was almost forced to notice how Karen was tall, muscular, with a full and voluptuous body best characterized by her abundant breasts, revealed by the scintillating cut-out in her costume—although Clark had to admit, he wasn’t sure her breasts were as stunning as her strong, firm thighs. And it was a shame, really, that her face was so underrated. Her strong jaw and short haircut made her appear more severe than she really was, but it nonetheless was extraordinarily lovely in its own way.Linda was almost the complete opposite, which made it all the more surprising that she was equally beautiful. She had a lithe, slender body, with small pert breasts and a narrow face framed by long locks of blonde hair—one of the few commonalities she had with her ‘sister’. Her waist, exposed by the miniskirt and crop top she wore, pinched inward delicately, her legs similarly long and lean. But despite her lissome body, she didn’t have the height of Karen, much less the broad-shouldered musculature, giving her a sweetly inexperienced air in contrast to Karen’s earthy, serious demeanor.
They were both talking at cross-purposes: Linda about how maybe it could still work out, you never knew, he shouldn’t give up on love, while Karen was telling him who needed Lois, that he could have any woman in the universe, he was Superman, he had dated Wonder Woman.
“Hell!” she said, in her boisterously loud voice. “You could probably have both of us!”
There was a pall of silence, suddenly. Clark looked over at her and Linda, a look that Linda totally misinterpreted.
“Well,” she said, her voice small and quivering, “it’s not like Krypton has any laws against marrying your cousin… or doing anything else… and Karen isn’t even from our universe, so who would be less likely to have DNA in common with you, or, or with us…”
He looked at them—Linda so small and fine and cute in her petiteness, Karen so strong and firm, openly appraising him in return for his steady gaze. She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up into prominence to outdo the bulging biceps of her folded arms.
“Yeah,” Karen said, almost smugly, “I’ve fucked her. You want in on it or not?”
Linda blushed sharply.
Images of sweet, innocent Linda panting and writhing in Karen’s arms ran through Clark’s mind. To his surprise, he found the notion exciting. Sure, there was more than a hint of the perverse about it, but after the coy sweetness forced upon his relationship with Lois by their celibacy, he was ready for something taboo, something kinky.
He watched Karen wrap her arms around Linda, just the way she held her obscenely locking them together in front of Clark. With how scanty and tight their costumes wore, he barely needed his X-ray vision to see how lovely they would be nude. Clark realized that his manhood was slowly becoming hard. Linda noticed it too, with a blush that Karen had to feel on her cheek as he nuzzled against Linda, the corners of their lips kissing.
They knelt down together, Clark suddenly aware of how large his erection had grown as he saw Karen and Linda crouching under it.
“Come on down here,” Karen insisted, and tugged him down to the floor between Linda and herself. Linda was rigid, stunned to find herself suddenly intertwined with her cousin and herself from an alternate universe.
Karen began running her hands over Clark’s body. He lay as rigid as Linda, casting anxious looks to her out of the corner of his eye.
“Rao, will you two relax?” Karen demanded. “Here!” And taking their hands, she forcibly placed Linda’s hand on Clark’s dick and Clark’s hand between Linda’s legs.
Oh, why not? Linda thought, beginning to run her hand up and down the length of Clark’s manhood. A low moan instantly escaped his lips, like he’d been holding in the feeling for far too long, and his fingers moved probingly into her slit.
“It’s about time,” Karen said with a laugh.
Comments
Shendude
Not only is this super-hot, but that is a picture-perfect Karen.
P. C.
This was great. Thanks a lot!
John Haslach
More to come?
