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.
Clark worked his hand into the elastic waistband on Linda's panties. Linda was too shy to say anything, biting her lip as she turned away like she was cringing, but she spread her legs wide. Karen watched, not at all surprised, as Supergirl eagerly opened up Clark's pants and pulled his cock free. When she saw his erection, the sound she let loose was almost hungry. Linda closed her hand around the shaft and began to pump it quickly, writhing her hips as Clark's hand covered her sex.
She looked to Karen. "Aren't you gonna..." Linda didn't finish, as Clark plunged his finger inside of her and she jerked her hips into her penetration with a squeal of delight.
Karen knew what she had been going to say. "I will soon. Right now I'd just like for the two of you to enjoy yourselves... I think Clark here has been waiting for this a long time, Linda."
The girl looked at Clark, her eyes glimmering with desire. She ran her hand over the length and swaggering girth of his cock in a gulping stroke. "He's not the only one," she whispered, now reaching for his belt.
Seeing this, Karen felt wet heat building between her legs, her cunt filling with warmly tingling excitement. Her ass clenched under her short costume, her hips swaying. She brought her hands up her chest, molding her palms to her extravagantly curved cleavage as she watched them.
Linda had Clark's trunks open, his balls filling her cupped hands as Linda offered her moist mouth upwards for a kiss. Clark pulled his hand from her disarrayed panties and wrapped his arms around the slender girl, embracing her tightly.
"Fuck me, Clark," Linda said in a low voice. "I want it so much... come on, fuck me!"
They pulled apart, looking at each other with burning eyes. Linda reached behind her back to unzip her costume, her small, tight breasts pressing outward against the symbol they both shared.
Karen moved behind the shorter woman. "Let me," she said.
Linda stopped opening up her costume and grabbed hold of Clark instead, his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, letting Karen work her out of her costume. She was reluctant to let go of Clark's member long enough to let Karen get her out of it, but when Karen growled "I'll rip it off," Linda allowed it. Too much of a good girl to allow her precious costume to be damaged.
Next, Karen removed the girl's modest white bra, letting out the pert young breasts that matched Karen's in firmness, if not in size. Karen had to hold them for a moment, feeling their lovely heft in her hands. She squeezed hard the way she knew she herself liked, and Linda mewled in delight just as she would. Karen twisted the little nipples hard, watching Linda jerking fervidly on Clark's prick.
"Not too much of that," she told Linda warningly. "You'll make him blow before he even gets in your little pussy."
"Then we'd better hurry," Linda moaned. Releasing Clark's member, she gave Karen a quick and girlish kiss, before turning back to Clark. "I'll take the rest off later. Come on, Clark, lie down. Give me a ride."
Karen laughed as Clark dropped down onto the floor, kicking his boots off and shoving his pants down to leave him bare below the waist, his cock standing up very erect.
It would be a fast fuck, but that hardly mattered. They would all enjoy it more once Linda and Clark had burnt through the initial need.
Karen sat on the couch, watching intently as Linda lowered her succulent cunt onto Clark's manhood. Karen could see, very clearly, how his cock gleamed with the wetness from Linda's young pussy, and how her bubblegum pink labia was stretched wide by his enormous shaft, her tiny clit practically sparking against the bulbous veins that ran over its angry red length.
