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Her body quivered in ecstasy. She squealed and covered his cock with all the lubrication it would ever need.

Clark kept stuffing her; Lois shuddered and poured out more of her wetness. She rocked her hips and impaled herself more.

Clark rammed her fast now, making her coo in pleasure so rapid that she could only just voice one moan before the next had to be let out. Reaching up, she pulled Clark down to her reddened flesh. Her thighs closed against her breasts.

Clark pumped himself in and out faster. Soon Lois was erupting with cream, releasing it in violent spurts.

She needed Clark to join her in her ecstasy. Reaching down, she grasped his balls and squeezed them hard. As invulnerable as he was, there were places where Clark was all too sensitive. He yelped and forgot his usual restraint, driving into Lois bestially. She, in turn, kicked like a bucking bronco.

The whole bed shook madly. Lana was jostled awake. Eyes opening, she got one look at Lois and Clark and did not want to look away for anything.

A smile formed on her gorgeous face; seeing Lois let go of Clark’s balls to brace herself on his muscular body and better take his thrusting. Lana took hold of them instead, giving them a kneading massage that could only make Clark’s prick harder inside of Lois’s well-used cunt.

Soon Clark was so thick inside her that Lois could’ve swore she felt the blood pounding inside his erection. It drove her to the taut suspension of raw ecstasy.

She squirmed as best she could, with her body locked in rapturous paralysis, and managed to pull Clark tightly against her. Closed her thighs more tightly about his neck. Then she could do nothing but come.

He didn’t relent, no matter how overwhelmed Lois was. His thick member forced the walls of her cunt apart and she soared from it. Coming over and over again.

Her pussy felt like it was steaming. Its throbbing muscles sucked at Clark as if to hold him inside forever.

He felt himself swell inside her. His heart thundered as if it were enlarged too. The frenzied pulse centered in his prick, barking its fury into Lois’s well-stretched folds. Which drove his wife into oblivion.

She came once, twice, three times before he finally splashed into her pussy. Her limbs flailing, Lois writhed like she was trying to throw Clark into the air. He flew a little, letting them up a foot into the air to keep Lois from hurting herself, then they came heavily back to the bed.

Both gasping and straining for breath, hearts pounding madly in their sweaty chests.

Clark turned to Lana. He pulled out of Lois. His costume darkly glistened with the sweat that had soaked it.

“I knew,” Lana said, seeing him revealed. “I think I always knew… the only thing that kept you from being Superman was not having powers… and if you did have powers, Clark, who would you be but Superman?”

“If you’re going to be part of us, it’s important to know everything you’re getting into.”

“I can see what I’m getting into,” Lana said with a look at Lois—so well-satisfied she was like an oasis of paradise in the otherwise prosaic bedroom.

Lana dropped down onto her back. She spread her legs to the two perfect men who’d somehow combined themselves into one for her. With Clark and Superman together, they crossed every spectrum of admiration and affection in her. Touched her every need.

“I’ve had Clark Kent. Now I want Superman. I want what’s been waiting for me the last twenty years.”

Clark had just finished coming inside Lois. He’d pulled his still-hard prick from her with an aura of reluctance. It always felt good to be sheathed inside his wife. But Lana’s wet little cunt offered him even more. He could make her as happy as Lois was, without taking anything from his wife, without doing anything but increasing her pleasure.

He felt Lois’s eyes on him. The ultimate reporter, seized by the voyeuristic thrill that went with her profession. She’d been part of the story for so long—now she got the control of being outside it, writing it up in her head, getting off on it like it was all to please her.

He went to Lana, his cock lancing out, leading the way. It was a journey of only a few feet, but it felt momentous. Going to the other side of the bed, where he’d fuck Lana now. Right beside Lois in his marriage bed.

He knelt between her splayed legs and gazed down at her with sparkling eyes. It felt so good not to have a pair of spectacles in the way of them.

“Still so horny,” Clark teased her. “Didn’t you enjoy fucking Clark Kent?”

“Yeah, I came,” Lana cooed. “But so what? I want more. I want to come again and again. I want to see if I can take as much as Lois Lane!”

Clark chuckled with delight. She took his revelation like he’d hoped—as a challenge and not as an insult. “You’ve taken it already.”

“I’ve taken loving husband Clark. Don’t tell me Superman fucks like he doesn’t want a jealous wife…”

Clark lunged forward with his narrow hips, burying all of his cock into a pussy that had already taken so much, but felt untried now. Tight and sensitive with the electricity of knowing she was Superman’s.

“YAAAAH! YESS!” Lana cried. Clark stretched the tight walls of her sex, letting in little jabs of pain alongside the wave of pleasure washing over her.

She welcomed all of it. Like a virginity, it would only hurt the first time. Then her pussy would be his for good—both Superman’s and Clark Kent’s.

Lana threw her legs up around his hips and felt the cape that ran down his back. It was velvety despite its looks. As Clark rutted into her cunt, she thrust herself up to himself and her pussy tightened on his hardened erection.

“You fuck too good to have only two kids,” Clark said through a pleasured grimace.

“You gonna fix that?” Lana asked lustfully, her pussy clutching at Clark’s manhood, her body writhing and twisting as though carving its shape into the bed it now belonged to.

“I’m going to come inside you as many times as I can. We’ll see if that helps.” Clark winked, which Lana was grateful to be able to see before her eyes shut in enjoyment, feeling him pump deeper into her sex.

She worked her inner muscles tighter, sighing happily to feel even more of his penetration of her. Lana reached up and grabbed Clark’s strong shoulders. Digging into them with her fingernails after an absurd moment of worrying whether it would hurt.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard! I need it sooo deep! I need it more than ever!” Lana gasped, shocked by the intensity of her urges. She loved Clark, loved him—but her desire for Superman was staggering.

As Clark drove down into Lana, he grabbed her thighs to steady her, digging his strong fingers into her sunny bronze flesh.

Lana opened her legs even wider, accepting and needing his hard cock with every cell of her body. Her naked ass strove deliciously against the cool sheets as she took Clark, his rutting seeming to merge her with the obscenely silky blanket she was tangled in.

A fine sheen of sweat, seeming to glisten with the sensuality that had birthed it, covered her breasts. Catching the light as they heaved and bounced. The gregarious motion was in contrast to her face, which went slack, drooling saliva as she was overcome by climax.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it,” Clark promised her, fucking her harder now. Keeping her at her pleasured plateau.

He was tempted to leave off with her, reaching his release with Lois instead, but this was important. The consummation, the first time they were being fully intimate with each other. Lana needed all of it, right down to him finishing in her womanhood. He’d let Lana know of the lust she’d inspired in him by depositing every last drop of it inside of her.

He reared back, taking almost all of his length away from Lana, and was shocked by how snug her labia was when only his glans remained inside Lana. She sucked at him, a convulsive pulling that brought a measure of need, of consciousness, to Lana’s otherwise overwhelmed thoughts.

She looked him in the eye and he gazed into hers—Lana smiling as she knew she’d be satisfied, that Clark was incapable of not giving her everything she wanted.

The eye contact persisted as he stoved into her, almost viciously, giving her his full endowment as even Lois had been hard-pressed to accept until many, many dalliances together.

But he fit into Lana like she’d been made for him.

“Oh!” Lana cried, delighting herself at how perfectly he went into her, spreading her to the very depths of her tight little sex but never giving her too much. She felt him throbbing against her womb’s entrance and could only shiver thrillingly.

Her orgasm closed her walls all around the thickness of Clark’s member.

“Unhh!” he groaned, himself feeling how swollen he was by how tight Lana was all around him.

Again, he took almost all of himself out of her. And again, he gave it all back, so fast and hard that Lana felt like she was being fucked all over again—penetrated by both Superman and Clark at the same time.

“So good! So fucking good! Keep fucking me, Superman! Yeah, keep fucking me until you come inside me!” Lana moaned.

She held onto his broad shoulders, pulling him into her. Keeping him over her while she pumped her hips up to his thrusts, meeting every downward swing of his loins, sucking all of his cock into her greedy little cunt.

Clark could not take it. As much as he loved Lois and as long as it had been since he and Lana had been high school sweethearts—he wanted her with a ferocity he knew would never go away. It would only be sated; as many times as he could sate it. Every day, every night, as much as he was with Lois, if only he could find the time.

“Oh shit!” he groaned, profanity slipping out of him like it was well-worn. He didn’t like to swear unless the situation called for it. This demanded it. “Oh fucking shit, Lana. You’re going to make me come. Oh fuuuck!”

He drove himself into her deep even as Lana quivered with orgasm. His cockhead swelled inside her and Lana’s eyes goggled as she felt the hot liquid explosion inside her that told of Clark’s complete satiation.

She kept weaving her ass up and down, trying to further drain his prick, perhaps even provoke him into a second hardness that could fuck her again. Or fuck his wife. She wanted to watch him come inside Lois again even more than she wanted to chance the soreness and be further used herself.

But Clark only gave her a few more bone-rattling thrusts before he had unloaded everything into her. Then he slowly pulled out. His softening prick lapsed across her thighs.

“Was she a hot fuck, Smallville?” Lois asked, pressing up behind him, enjoying the sublime feel of his cape against her naked body and his costume wrapped up in her arms. Squeezing him in loving thanks for how good he’d made Lana feel.

“You know she was,” Clark told her, eyes shutting, body shuddering as a plug of cum emerged from his limp cock and drooled warmly down Lana’s legs.

“I work for the Smallville Gazette, Clark. You know I need two sources for everything.” And she crawled over Clark to get at Lana herself.