Two Blondes Walk Up to a Superman Ch. 05

"Hot off the presses," Clark said, tossing his tablet at Linda the moment she came in the door. Being Superman in his spare time, of course he'd heard her coming from a mile away. And being Supergirl in her spare time, of course Linda caught the callously launched appliance.

On it, the height of Earthly technology had the article he'd been writing on his desktop computer transmogrified across the cloud to this screen. It was a simple story. Superman reveals no blood relation between he and Supergirl. Subhead: Cover story meant to safeguard young superheroine.

"The old 'interview-with-yourself' gag?" Linda asked, scanning through the article.

"I gave you a few quotes too. I think I got your voice down pretty well. I am something of a writer you—"

"No one says 'dope' anymore," Linda commented, going through the article at hyperspeed. With dismay, Clark saw red corrections popping up on his desktop as fast as the wi-fi could carry them. "And 'lame,' that's a microaggression... you overuse 'just,' which is a filler word..."

She tossed the tablet back to Clark. He barely managed to pull himself away from the computer to catch it.

"Other than that, it's great. I'm gonna take a shower."

She went to the bathroom and turned on the hot as hot as she could get it. The warmth seemed to provide a balance to some of the dirty feelings she'd had since hearing Clark and Karen fucking. After scrubbing and rinsing, she got out to see her flushed body in the mirror. She looked the same as she had before she'd become Clark's lover. There was no special look she lost after finding someone or got when she wasn't alone. She was the same person still.

Linda wrapped a robe around herself and came back out into the living room to find that Clark had turned the lights off. He sat in the dark, staring out the sliding glass doors that led to the apartment's small balcony, his glasses off and his shirt partially unbuttoned, showing the blue of the costume underneath. His handsome face was set in a thousand-yard stare, blue eyes scanning the horizon without seeing anything. Linda guessed she took pretty long showers. With nothing to do, Clark's mind had wandered away from the good and onto the bad.

Linda walked up to him. For all his power, Clark could look so... helpless. She put her hand on his cheek as she knelt beside his chair.

"Oh, Clark," she said. "You miss her. Don't you?"

"Not really fair to you or Karen, is it?" Clark wiped his dry eyes. "No, you're amazing, really, I don't know why I'm so—"

Linda found herself smiling ruefully. "Well, if it were me, you'd probably say something like..." Linda stood up straight and put her hands on her hips. "'Even if it didn't work out, it was still your first love, Linda, and you're going to feel sad about it being gone no matter how many other good things are in your life.'" She knelt back down at Clark's side. "Then you'd probably say something about Lana Lang..."

"Lana and I were never serious. Puppy love. She never even knew the truth about me. But Lois—I told her who I was. I thought it was real."

"Who says it wasn't?" Linda asked soothingly. "You really loved her. She's the one who..."

Linda trailed off, for a moment letting herself feel red-eyed angry at Lois for abandoning this kind, sweet man. Then Clark put his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey," he said softly, seeming to find it easier to put his own emotions aside when it came to comforting her. But then, that was Clark all over. Always ready to put others first. "Don't you get bent out of shape too. If I'm worked up over nothing and you're worked up over me being worked up... then when Karen gets home, she's going to kick our asses."

Linda giggled. "She doesn't deserve you."

Clark shook his head. "Yeah, she did. But people don't always get what they deserve."

"They do if someone gives it to them," Linda said.

She leaned over to give Clark a familial kiss on the cheek, but he turned his head and she found her lips against his. They wouldn't part—merging instead, melding, until his tongue was in her mouth, burning against hers.

And Linda drew her head back as if she'd been burned. "That's still going to take some getting used to."

Clark nodded stoically. "If you're having second thoughts..."

"No!" Linda said quickly. "No, not at all. I've actually—wanted this for a really long time. But I've been so used to suppressing it, so I don't make you uncomfortable... it's weird, realizing I can talk to you about it... how horny you make me..." She grinned, hoping her world-renowned cuteness was making the gesture presentable instead of making her look like the ghoulish serial killer she kinda felt like. "Hey... that gadget you built so no one would hear you and Karen super-fucking... show me how it works?"

Clark reached into his pocket and came out with his keys. On the fob, there was a button Linda couldn't recognize as any of the traditional functions. It had a simple icon of a percentage sign on it, which made her want to chuckle. Just convincing enough to be passed off as for so damn thing—probably to do with Bluetooth.

He pressed it and Linda heard a slight tone at the edge of her hearing. Considering her hearing, she knew that meant it would have to be impossible for any existing microphone to pick up, much less the ears of anything native to Earth.

"That should cancel out any... unorthodox frequencies," Clark said.

"So you can really let loose. I'd like that." Linda felt herself blushing. "Karen told me some guys kinda... make noise when they come. You're probably used to holding back, but if I make you... make noise... could I hear it?"

"It wouldn't actually work at short range," Clark said. "The sound waves would need to travel a short distance before the device cancels them out."

"That's not what I meant," Linda said.

She bent to kiss Clark. His arms went around her. The key fob dropped to the floor. His tongue stabbed into her mouth and she rubbed her own against it. She knew Karen got off on his power, his roughness, bringing out that dark, masculine side of him, and she could understand the appeal, but Linda could only hunger for his gentle touch. She got enough abuse fighting crime and wearing a miniskirt. She wanted the softness that somehow came with Clark's great strength, and he knew just how to offer it to her, letting Linda take it, letting her indulge her lust on him as much as she wanted, while he only provided the satisfaction she partook in.

But he took enough initiative to keep things interesting. She felt his hand on the knot of her robe, and that same gentle touch she craved now pulled her robe open, baring her nakedness. He cupped her exposed breast in his hand. Linda let herself moan, knowing it was only for Clark and the device that would make her as quiet as a cricket otherwise. She didn't just do it because his touch felt good. She did it to turn him on, to get more of his soft touch, his skilled hand fondling her. Linda had spent so long telling herself that this was wrong that it was a testament to how badly she wanted it that she couldn't stop now.

Clark stood up, towering over her comparatively petite frame, his body packed with muscles where she was long and lean. It turned Linda on even more, knowing that when he had her, it would be as overwhelming as a bear attacking its prey. She was only growing more welcoming of the intense assault on her senses that she knew was coming. Soon, Linda would not be able to go without it.

Both his hands cupped her tits, his fingers achingly stimulating her hardened nipples. Linda couldn't believe her body could flare up to such tender arousal from such a little touch after how strenuously he'd already had her, but Clark was turning her on like she was a virgin. Though she knew she had no pain to look forward to. Only the pleasure of being his again and again.

Her quivering excitement made her grip his wrists, shove her breasts into his clasping fingers. She loved being in his hands. Clark lavished her breasts with attention, making them feel stupendous. She wasn't ashamed of them, pert and well-sized as they were, but the way Clark touched them, grasped them, invested every inch of them with as much pleasure as he could give them—oh, this had to be what Karen felt like, having breasts so nice.

"Rao, Clark—you make me feel so good!" she gasped. "I wanna make you feel good too!"

"You do, Linda," he said, his hands tightening on her breasts so forcefully that it would've hurt if it didn't feel just wonderful. "You always, always do."

He kissed her lips softly, his tongue finding hers again, and she enjoyed it so much that she almost didn't notice his hands releasing her cleavage to delve down her body, cupping her supple ass in his broad hands. In his slacks, Clark's manhood swelled, waiting impatiently for him to pull Linda against his body and let her feel its growing heft against her mound. And Clark let it wait, keeping the kiss going instead, knowing Linda was enjoying it so much that her swooning was nearly orgasmic.

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..."

Linda wondered if Clark was seeing her differently now that she was a college girl, and with Karen around to show Clark in no uncertain terms that it was just a matter of time until she fully matured into a match for him. Or was it that he'd always had a thing for her lush body—all his affectionate looks at her also holding a hunger as hers had for him—and now all the stars had aligned to give him the proper, almost cosmic permission to act on his lust?

She grabbed hold of the tab of his zipper. It didn't matter now. Nothing mattered except for the massive cock that she was about to unleash and how he would use it on her. She opened up his trousers and reached her hand inside to feel the warmth of his hard erection. There was nothing between her hand and the sticky dampness of his aroused cock, shocking her sense of touch with the sheer life of it.

"You're not wearing your costume, Clark," Linda said.

"No," he said. "I don't want anything between us. I want to feel all of you."

"I want to feel you too, Clark. Every inch of you. All of you inside me..."

Her fingers locked around the broad girth of his erection, tugging it out of his fly. It was alive in her hand, throbbing so hard Linda felt she had to ran her hand up and down its length, to lull the monster into remaining docile. Clark might've been a softie, but his cock was anything but.

Clark groaned as she tightened her grip and sped up her strokes, a spot of whiteness dripping from the tip of his member. Linda bit her lip as she felt that warm, wet lubrication on her palm, being massaged into his cock and her hand as she kept caressing him. There was soon more to replace it, making his prick sheeny and slick, soaking into her hand like skin lotion.

Linda smiled warmly: knowing she would enjoy herself, happy to be pleasing Clark, only hoping that he would love this as much as she would. It didn't matter which of them enjoyed this more. If it was anything like last time, they both would have more than their fill of satisfaction.

"Now let me do something nice for you," Linda said. "Something you'll really like!"

She got down on her knees, his hand slipping out of her pussy—trailing up her lowering body with her own warm juices marking her flesh in a streak from his fingers. Linda didn't mind. She was so turned on that having Clark finger her almost seemed superfluous. She wanted his cock so much more than she wanted her own pussy pleasured.

"Doesn't every brave knight get a kiss from a fair maiden when he rescues her?" Linda teased up at him, working hard to hold back her giggles and still letting a few out. He was just so big. She couldn't believe she got to touch it, let alone that he was her man. "You've saved me so many times, I'd better give you a great big kiss..."

"Oh fuck," Clark breathed—the kind of obscenity Linda doubted anyone would believe coming from either squeaky-clean Superman or mild-mannered Clark Kent. Only she and Karen got to see this side of him. The man, the lover. The wild animal.

Linda gathered her flowing blonde hair back behind her ears, then bent down to Clark's groin. She kissed his cockhead, feeling that savory wetness on her lips now, as succulent and sweet as it had been on the flesh of her hand, but now with a salty, bittersweet flavor to go with it. This was how Clark tasted. She ran her tongue against her cheeks, relishing the taste, thinking that each note of flavor was his precum, a part of him. Nothing she'd ever tasted before had ever excited her so much, or made her as hungry for more.

It was a firm reminder that Clark wasn't human as well, was like her, a rare piece of home that felt right as nothing else could in this world. And a reminder that Clark could take far more than a kiss. Linda brought his engorged cockhead inside her lips now, grinding her teeth down just below the collar, prompting a shocked moan from Clark—before his hands clasped themselves about her head in enjoyment. Pressure that could break cement blocks rested on her head and didn't give her so much as a split end.