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🕑 Added 2021-11-29 22:00:00 +0000 UTCLana was so excited to be playing this odd, kinky game with Kon that she almost quit playing and started fucking Kon right there. Her sex tingled and clenched between her thighs. She felt the warm juices that filled her, aching to anoint his hard-on, come out of her dripping from every inch of his manhood.
Then she looked at Kon and jolted. It was like he’d changed in appearance. Only then did she realize it wasn’t him, it was her. She’d expected him to look like Clark. He wasn’t, of course—and it wasn’t really fair to him to treat him as some surrogate. God knows she’d made enough trouble for herself doing that with Pete.
But if she knew anything about Kon, it was that he wouldn’t mind letting himself be used so she could live out a fantasy, not as long as he got laid. And as aroused as Lana was, he was definitely getting laid.
Lana was so looking forward to that, she couldn’t wait for Kon to even just touch her. She sensed his muscles quivering with tension, preparing for that outpouring of nervous energy to finally result in his flesh in contact with her flesh.
She longed to feel his hands on her, no matter how shaky or uncertain they were. In fact, that almost made it better. Clark now would be cool and confident, she was sure, but Kon would be like Clark was like back then—unsure and enthusiastic. So very enthusiastic.
Kon stood there, surprisingly scared. It wasn’t like he was a virgin, but all the women he’d been with before were—well, girls. Playmates. Lana wasn’t a goddess or anything, but she was up in Clark’s orbit. A real, honest-to-goodness woman. And he couldn’t believe she wanted him to touch her ass. Kon gulped hard, willing the pounding of his erection to diminish at least enough for him to think.
“Are you sure?” he stammered, almost in a whisper, not daring to look Lana in the eye.
“Why not?” Lana cooed teasingly. “You think I’ve got anything to be ashamed of? Feel my ass, Kon. You’ll love it. Just reach out and touch it. But you’d better hurry. Wait too long and I might just change my mind.”
Then she took a step backward, pressing her ass right into Kon’s hand. He didn’t pull it away.
“Ohh,” Kon moaned, feeling her firm asscheek and his shaking hand meld together.
He ran his palm tentatively across the smooth contours, lightly stirring the taut skin with his fingers. The flesh was silky smooth, jiggling and dimpling inward with the moving pressure of his hand.
“Your ass is incredible, Lana,” he gasped, unable to hide how he enjoyed the feel of it.
“I’m glad it meets with your approval. You must have high standards, considering,” Lana said. Despite her usual jovial words, her voice was low and husky—lewd as hell.
“You blow them all away,” Kon said honestly, taking the satiny ovals of her beautiful, quaking ass in both hands and squeezing the supple flesh like molding clay.
“Try running your hands up and down my legs,” Lana suggested. “I put a lot of care into waxing them.”
She could hardly stand still. Her body trembled with excitement. This was just like seducing Clark—something she’d never been able to go through with—only now she had the confidence and poise of an adult, while he had the tentative shyness of a boy.
Lana loved that shyness, that nervous virginity. She could hardly wait to see how it developed as she wore down his innocence with sheer sex, her experience and open sensuality ushering him into manhood.
Kon grunted in delight. His cock was harder than it had ever been without either getting fucked or being jerked off. He didn’t know it could feel this achingly stiff without him actually coming.
He dropped to his knees, trying to hide the enormous bulge, wondering if Lana would be mad if she saw it. Would she kick him out of her hotel and tell Clark what had happened? He doubted it. But Kon still knelt on the floor, hoping that his raging erection wouldn’t give him away, even though he kept playing with Lana’s toned ass and firm thighs.
“Go right between my cheeks, Kon,” Lana told him, lovingly enunciating every little instruction for him to follow.
Kon could tell it delighted her to have him finally doing as her fantasy dictated; he wondered if she ever fantasized about him or just Clark? Like he cared with an ass like this…
“That’s right, Kon, push your fingers right in. Do you feel how… warm… and soft it is between my buttocks? Keep going. Move your fingers further down until you feel my pussy… that’s right… yes! Now you have it! Right there, lover! Ohhhh! That’s right! Push a little harder now. Mmm! It’s opening right up. Now if you just go a little further, you can feel how wet I am. You want to do that, don’t you? Feel inside of my hot cunt?”
“Holy shit… you mean finger you? You really mean that? No, you can’t… you wouldn’t let me… would you?” Kon gasped questioningly.
He felt as if someone had hit him hard in the stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs. He could hardly talk, just thinking about touching Lana’s sex and hearing more of her kinky words. Kon just didn’t know if it all really fit into this… living fantasy, like a sex dream come true, that he was seeing Lana’s actions as a part of.
Was he really living out this dream scenario or was it something else? Of all the people he would’ve guessed would give him some questionably legal nookie, Lana Lang was… definitely in the bottom half of the list. So maybe this was all something crazy like Brainiac hooking him up to the Matrix. But if something as crazy as that could happen, then couldn’t something as crazy as Lana giving him the sex nod happen too?
Kon pressed against the seething, milky feel of Lana’s folds, felt them part, entered her carefully, his fingers stroking gently into of her. He just couldn’t believe that he was touching the inside of Lana Lang’s body, her erogenous zones. Christ!
As good as she felt to Kon, Lana felt even more wonderful to herself. She was so excited that it was hard for her to keep her poise. She wanted to beg Kon to sink his beautiful prick right into her, but she had to play it cool and maintain control, for both their sakes. She knew that it would be so much better if she walked Kon through this instead of simply giving him license to pump her as vigorously as the arousal in his cock demanded.
A man like Kon was going to fuck around plenty and Lana considered herself honor-bound to her younger self and every college co-ed out there to make sure that when Kon left her bowlegged, he had a working knowledge of how to please the pussy as well. Above and beyond just enjoying getting her thighs in a vee, at any rate.
Was that crazy? Lana felt like she was going crazy. Her hips were moving just a bit, as much as her body could move them with her mind restraining them. Kon’s touch was so tantalizing that it was stealing away her control. She had to have more. She had to entice him into giving her the fuck Clark never had. She had to inflame him with the same blazing need that was making her such a slut right now. God, even sluts deserved good sex—maybe especially sluts.
“Go ahead, Kon,” she crooned. Lana squeezed her thighs together, trapping Kon’s hand against her and inside her. “Go deeper. Feel how hot a wet pussy can get. Don’t be afraid to push—just a little harder, baby. That’s right. Ooooh! Feel how I’m—hhn—wrapped around your fingers? It doesn’t hurt. A girl like feeling something down there. Why do you think we touch ourselves? You touch me, Kon. Touch me!”
Kon shook from head to toe. He was actually touching her cunt—his fingers were inside it. And she liked it, he could tell she liked it. This wasn’t a woman submitting to some masculine urge just so he would take her shopping! Lana loved having him play with her cunt!
“Ohhhh! That feels so good, Kon!” she cooed, her thighs squeezing his hand even harder. “You’re making my pussy so hot… so wet… can you feel it, baby? Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”
Kon was at a loss for words. For once, he simply did not know what to say. Finally, he coughed and mumbled “It feels… really wet.”
When he’d first touched Lana’s warm, wet pussy, he had wanted to jerk his hand back like he’d touched a hot skillet. Now he touched her eagerly, petting the slick folds of her burning sex. Kon wanted to tell her how much he liked it, but couldn’t. All he could was pant meaninglessly, his breathing horribly loud. Finally, he keened in exasperation. His balls felt like they were going to explode. His stiff prick ached with deliciously straining soreness.
“You must like my cunt,” Lana said boldly. “I can hear how it makes you groan. Do you think you’d like it up close?”
“Wwwwhhh,” Kon sputtered, barely able to hold himself in at the thought of getting even closer to Lana’s pussy.
Lana could see Kon’s delight. She smiled, her cunt clenching at the thought of how much he wanted her, then finished the job of drawing her nightie up over her head and tossing it down to form a silky pool on the floor. She shook her red hair out into a luscious cascade, not marred at all by being disheveled. And she turned around to face Kon.
Kneeling before her, Kon lifted his eyes slowly to her tits. He sucked in breath. He’d never seen such beautiful cleavage, not even in R-rated movies. Her breasts were like two perfectly served scoops of ice cream, perfectly formed, decorated with sprinkles of sun-kissed freckles, and topped with stiff little marbles as red as her hair.
“Hhhhh,” Kon moaned, unable to think of any way to tell her how amazing her breasts were.
“I’ll take that as a positive review,” Lana cooed with good humor, holding up her sultry breasts with her hands and giving them a teasing jiggle. “So you like how these look, at least—I do too. Think you’ll like how they feel?”
Kon craned his neck up even higher, looking up at Lana’s breasts from the pale undersides to the winking pulsations of her nipples. “Oh yeah! I’ll love ‘em! I’ll love ‘em so much!”
Lana smiled down at Kon. This was better than any of her fantasies. Kon seemed determined to make up for all the ways Clark had spurned her. He’d do whatever she wanted, sate all her urges… in fact, right now he was inspiring some new ones.
There was something about the difference in their ages—how she was a mature woman and he was so boyish, so young. It was practically indecent… that made it all the more thrilling.
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Shendude
This is DELICIOUS.
