T14 Super Trick {Titmouse} (MF+,Superman)
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WARNING NOTICE:
The following story is erotic fiction and includes
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or
if such things may offend you, quit reading now.
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Super Trick
by Titmouse
(C)1997, All Rights Reserved
Lois' voice on the telephone is an excited whisper.
"Clark," she says. "Can you get in touch with
Superman? I just heard on the police scanner that
there's a problem."
She's always doing this to me. One time, in an
emergency, I pretended I had a way to contact the Man of
Steel in order to explain how he arrived to intervene in
a situation that only I knew about. Since then, Lois
calls me every time she thinks she needs Superman.
"Maybe," I sigh. "What's up?"
"There's something happening at a warehouse over on
East Ninth," Lois says. "They're not saying much, but
I think they've got a hostage situation."
"Well," I say, "I can try. But no promises."
"Okay, do what you can," Lois says. "I'm heading
over there. Do you want to come?"
"No, I can't. Got this story I gotta finish."
"Okay," Lois says, seeming not very disappointed.
"I'm on my way. The address is 9534 East Ninth, a
warehouse. The guy's holed up in a second floor office.
Try to get Superman to come."
"Okay," I say, "I'll..." But Lois has already hung
up. Two offices down from mine, I hear her door pop
open, followed by the rapid click of her heels going
down the hall. I glance around. Nobody is looking.
Typing at superspeed, I quickly finish the story I'm
working on and forward it to the City Desk. Insisting
on a silent "clickless" keyboard for my terminal has
made things a lot easier sometimes. Casually, I stand
up and head the opposite way down the hall, toward the
restrooms. Ducking inside the men's room, I quickly
make sure that the place is empty. In the blink of an
eye, I shed my outer clothes, fold them neatly, and tuck
them onto the top shelf of the supply closet. Another
blink and I'm in the air, on the way to East Ninth.
Landing on the roof of a somewhat taller building
next to the address Lois gave me, I survey the scene.
There's no sign of police activity. Could she have
gotten the address wrong? Using my x-ray vision, I scan
the building. It appears to be completely empty. The
only suspicious sign is that one of the larger offices
on the second floor is impervious to my vision. Must be
some kind of vault with lead lining.
Just then, Lois' staff car pulls up in front. I
watch Lois get out, walk right up to the entrance and go
inside. I see cross the empty warehouse floor to the
stairs. She scampers up the stairs, walks to the office
that I can't see into, and goes in.
Now what, I wonder. I watch for a couple of
minutes and absolutely nothing happens. I see nothing
and hear nothing. It looks like a false alarm, but I
hate to leave with Lois inside a room that my vision
won't penetrate. Suppose she walked into a trap?
With a sigh for all the times that Lois has been
almost more trouble than she's worth, I zip over to the
warehouse's roof and enter through the maintenance door.
My hearing on full alert, I slip down to the second
floor. The door creaks faintly as I enter, but that's
the only sound I hear. Scanning once again with x-ray
vision, I confirm that the entire warehouse, with the
possible exception of the office Lois entered, is empty.
I fly down the hall and land softly just outside
the door. Putting my ear to it, I listen carefully. I
think I hear a faint rustle -- clothing or perhaps
window drapes -- but nothing else. But the door is
lead-lined, and I can see nothing.
With super patience, I turn the door knob slowly.
It is unlocked. Moving at a speed faster than the human
eye can see, I push the door open and dash into the room
beyond. I feel a tingling as I go through the door, but
there is no time to consider it. Scanning quickly, I
see there is nothing there, just an outer office.
Behind me, the door closes. There is a click, and then
the sound of a bolt shooting home. Well, a locked door
is small concern to my super strength. More
importantly, someone somewhere apparently knows that
somebody has entered the room.
I start to creep toward the door that must lead to
an inner office, but it opens before I get there. It's
Lois.
"Hi, Superman," she says. "Glad you could come."
She is relaxed, and my own concern begins to fade,
to be replaced by frustration.
"Lois, what's the meaning of this?" I ask her. "If
this is some game..."
She smiles. "Well, I guess it's some kind of game.
But I hope you'll like it." She looks at me with an
appealing, coy glance, but I am not mollified.
"I don't have time for this, Lois. I've got to get
back." I turn and stalk to the door. As I approach it,
I feel the tingling again, and this time it affects me
more strongly. My knees go wobbly, and suddenly I know
what it is -- Kryptonite! The door and a six-inch swath
around it glow faintly green. The door handle is bright
green. Gathering my resolve, I reach out and try to
pull the door open. My hand goes numb, and I feel
faint.
"I'm sorry, Superman," says Lois from behind me.
"We don't want you to leave just yet." Stumbling away
from the door, I turn back to her in time to see the
inner office door open again. Out comes Lana Lang,
followed Sonia Wilkins, a reporter for our rival paper,
the Metropolis Star, and another woman I don't know.
"I think you know Lana and Sonia," Lois says.
"This is Wendy MacKenzie, a friend of Sonia's. We
cooked this up together."
"I don't know what you think you're doing," I tell
them, "but it's in very bad taste. Now, let me out of
here."
There is a short silence. Then, Lana speaks for
the first time.
"Oh, we'll be happy to let you out after a while,
Superman," she says. "But first, we have some other
plans."
"If you cooperate, we'll let you go in just a
couple of hours," says Sonia. "But not until you
satisfy all of us."
I glance from face to face as I begin to realize
what they have in mind. All four are tempting
embodiments of femininity, I must admit, but I have no
intention of breaking my long-standing vow of celibacy.
Women are a distraction. If I ever got started, I
might spend my whole time chasing them instead of
fighting crime. Not that I haven't sometimes wished...
"I want no part of this," I say brusquely. "If you
won't let me out the door, I'll just leave by the
window."
I brush past Sonia (who makes no effort to prevent
my arm from brushing her breasts) and stalk into the
inner office. Big mistake. The first thing I notice is
that the office, although larger than the outer
vestibule, is almost empty, except for a king-size bed
right in the middle. Second, I notice that all the
blinds are closed and the room is dimly lighted. Third,
I realize that the entire room is painted in the same
Kryptonite paint used around the outer door. I try to
approach the nearest window but find myself rapidly
weakening.
The four women have joined me in the inner office,
closing and locking the door behind them.
"Sorry, Superman," says Lois, "but I don't think
you can get out of this room without our help. If you
move away from the walls, the effect will be minimal."
I have to move away from the walls, in any case.
Moving toward the center of the room, however, brings me
in close proximity of the bed. My knees are still
wobbly and, with no chairs available, I sit on the bed
to regain my strength. Meanwhile, I glance covertly
around the room, looking for a way to escape.
Behind me, I hear a rustling sound. I think I know
what it is, and glancing to the side, my suspicion is
confirmed. All four women are starting to remove their
clothes.
"Look, you might as well stop that," I say. "I
don't know what made you think I would go along with
this under any circumstances. I'm not going to. This
is crazy."
None of them says anything. They just keep
removing clothes. Lois and Lana shed their blouses and
skirts. Sonia slips out of her jacket, then the
matching pants, and finally her sleeveless top. Wendy
unbuttons her dress and steps out of it. All four of
them stand there, dressed in bras, panties, garter
belts, stockings, shoes and smiles.
They move toward me. I am sitting near the center
of one side of the bed. Two of them sit on either side
of me. I ignore them. Lois and Lana, the two closest,
lean against me, pressing their breasts against my arms.
I stare at the floor. Sonia and Wendy reach behind
their backs, unhook their bras, and take them off. They
slide off the bed and kneel at my feet.
"See the mirror across from you there, Superman?"
asks Lana. I look up, a suspicion of what she is going
to say flashes into my mind. "There's a camera behind
that mirror, Superman. It's taking our picture right
now." Lois reaches up and ruffles my hair. Lana puts a
hand on my thigh. Wendy and Sonia turn and face the
camera, smiling widely and pulling their shoulders back
to make their breasts more prominent.
I know they have me. If there is a camera taking
pictures of this, it would ruin everything if they got
out. I'm being blackmailed, and very effectively. I
sigh and slump. I have always prided myself on my
ability to think logically and dispassionately, to
accept the consequences of my thinking, and to act
accordingly, regardless of what I might otherwise wish
to be so. They've got me good, and there is no sense
fighting it.
"OK," I say after awhile. "What is it you want,
exactly?"
There is a silence. The other three women turn to
Lana, who seems to be the spokesperson for the group.
"What we want, exactly," she says, "is for you to
fuck us."
"Right on!" says Wendy.
I can't help blushing. They are all looking at me.
I glance from face to face, embarrassed by what I have
to tell them.
"I don't think I have much choice," I say, "but I
think you'll be disappointed. You see..." I hesitate.
"You see, I'm a virgin."
Lois and Sonia gasp. Wendy's eyes get very wide.
Lana chuckles.
"Well," Lana says, "so much the better. We not
only get the Man of Steel, we get the Man of Steel's
cherry."
It's funny. Having avoided this for so long, it
all seems to make no difference now. The truth is that
I've always wanted to, but it's not easy for a superhero
to admit that he's as green as the average teen. Or
these days, the average pre-teen. But now that I seem
to have no choice, I'm glad. Not that I have any idea
of how to proceed.
I don't need to worry. The four women are
perfectly ready to take charge. Lana stands up and
removes her bra. Lois doesn't bother to stand, she just
bares her breasts. I look at the four women and their
eight breasts. All are very attractive females, and all
have very nice breasts. Wendy's are a little small,
compared to Lana and Sonia. Lois' breasts are between
them in size, but all are shapely. Lana sits back down,
and she and Lois lean into me, pressing their now-naked
breasts against me again. I feel a thrill run through
me, from my shoulders to my toes and back up to my
groin. My penis swells suddenly, trapped beneath my
blue and red outfit. Thank god for the superstrength of
the fabric. It feels like I would burst through regular
cloth.
The two women nuzzle my ears. Lois sticks out her
tongue and probes into my ear channel. Lana is nibbling
my earlobe. Wendy and Sonia place a hand on each of my
thighs and run their finger up my leg toward my crotch.
I stiffen even more. Lois tries to run her hand up
under my shirt, but the tough, skin-tight fabric blocks
her.
"Why don't you take that shirt off, Superman?" she
asks. "Better yet, just raise your arms."
I do as she tells me, and Lois and Lana work my
shirt up my torso. When it is up around my arms, my
head buried inside, they stand and pull it over my head.
The cape, which is attached to it and on which I am
sitting, stops them.
"Raise your butt, Superman," says Lana. I raise up
a little and they pull the shirt and cape off, tossing
it toward the side of the room.
"Oh my god," says Sonia, "will you look at that
chest?" I can see myself in the mirror across the room.
I'm used to it, but I have to admit that I don't look
bad. My muscles ripple as I lower my arms. "And those
shoulders!" adds Wendy.
Lois and Lana begin kissing my chest, moving their
lips down across it to my nipples. Lana begins to suck
on the one nearest to her; Lois nibbles at the other.
Wendy pushes between my knees and snuggles up close.
She raises her face to mine and begins to kiss my chin,
my cheeks and the corners of my lips. Then she becomes
more brazen and presses both her lips to mine, her
tongue pushing out and into my mouth.
I can't keep sitting here like a log. Almost
involuntarily, my arms lift and slip around Lana's and
Lois' shoulders. They snuggle into me, as if they like
it. I have to admit that I like the feel of their bare
breasts pressing against me from either side. And right
in front, Wendy's small but firm breasts touch my chest,
then mash against it as she puts her arms around my neck
and pulls herself against me.
Meanwhile, Sonia's hand slides between Wendy and
me. With only a moment's hesitation, she pushes her
hand down and wraps it around my manhood. It is the
most arousing thing I have ever felt. My penis is
fully, almost painfully engorged. Sonia slides her hand
along it, up and down. Then she draws her hand out from
between our two bodies.
"Say, guys," she says, "this isn't fair. Let's get
the rest of his clothes off."
They all pull back. Lana and Lois put their hands
on my shoulders and push me down onto my back. Wendy
and Sonia pull my red shorts down over my hips and then
start tugging the blue pants after it. The pants snag
on my engorged penis, so Wendy reaches a hand under my
waistband and holds it flat against my body. It is the
first time in my memory that any hand but mine has touched
it. I swell and twitch against her hot palm.
The others pitch in to drag my pants down. The
head of my manhood emerges, then the shaft, then more of
the shaft, and finally the base surrounded by coal-black
pubic hair and my testicles.
"Look at that rod, will you?" exclaims Sonia. "For
christ's sake, it must be... what?... nine inches?"
Wendy, who still has her hand wrapped around me,
doesn't say anything. While the others are still
tugging my pants down around my ankles, she leans across
my thigh, pressing her breasts against it, and takes the
head of my penis in her mouth. This is definitely
another first. I feel her wet, warm lips slide over the
end and the pull of suction. Her cheeks hollow as she
sucks on it.
"Look at Sonia!" says Lana. "She's found a
lollipop. How does his cock taste, Sonia?"
Sonia grins but doesn't say anything. Instead, she
pushes her head down and takes more of me into her
mouth. I feel her lips tightly pursed around the shaft.
But she can't go very far before the widening girth
forces her jaw wide open and the head bumps against the
back of her mouth. After trying to cram more of me into
her mouth for a few seconds, Sonia gives up and pulls
back, clamping me with her lips and sucking as she
withdraws. She pops me out of her mouth and looks
around at her friends.
"Gawd!" she says. "What a honker!"
Wendy takes advantage of the moment to replace
Sonia. Leaning across me from the other side, she
presses another pair of breasts against my other thigh
and slides her mouth onto my manhood. Her breasts are
not as pillowy as Sonia's, but they are firm, and the
erect nipples are like pencil erasers against the
muscles of my thigh. Her mouth is about the same size,
and she gets no further than Sonia had before she has to
pull back.
Sonia and Wendy start taking turns on me. First
Sonia plunges her mouth onto my penis, licking and
sucking and bobbing up and down several times. Then she
relinquishes her hold and Wendy grabs me. Her hands are
smaller, so she uses both, wrapping them around me and
pointing the head toward her so that she can pop me into
her sucking mouth. Then Sonia takes control again.
Using the moisture left on me by both their mouths, she
jacks up and down on me a few times before resuming her
oral work. Since she can't get more than a third of me
in her mouth, she keeps using her hand on me while she
sucks and nibbles and twists her head around and slides
me in and out.
Meanwhile, Lana and Lois are keeping busy with
other parts of me. Lois, in particular, kisses me
repeated on the mouth, probing inward with her tongue
and twisting her lips around on mine. Lana replaces her
sometimes, with equal passion. She also scoots up and
presses a breast to my mouth, urging me to suck it and
nibble on the nipple. Lois, with access to my mouth
blocked, goes back to nipping at my ear and poking her
tongue into it instead. Her breasts press against my
shoulder and neck.
This is quickly getting too much for me. For
nearly 20 years, I've dreamed of something like this
(one woman at a time, of course), but I have only
relieved myself when the pressure got to such a level
that it was distracting me from my work. Now, I've got
two women doing a devastating blowjob on my virgin
penis, producing sensations that my own fumbling efforts
have only hinted at. I can feel the thrill of a coming
orgasm, starting in my balls and radiating out through
my body. My penis throbs and jerks as they slide their
mouths and hands up and down on it.
I don't know what to do. I know women do this sort
of thing, all right, and I know they make men cum this
way and even swallow their spendings. But I don't know
if that's what Wendy or Sonia intend. Maybe they're
just warming me up. Maybe they don't realize how close
to the edge I am.
"Girls," I say, panting a little, "uh...that's
really... uh.. if you keep that up... uh..."
Wendy, who has current possession, lifts her mouth
off me and looks up. She keeps sliding her hand up and
down the shaft, though.
"Aw," she says, "is the poor widdle Superman gonna
cum? Is he gonna cream? Is he gonna blow his wad down
somebody's throat pretty soon if we keep it up? Is that
what you're trying to tell us, guy?"
"Great!" says Sonia, grabbing me from Wendy and
plunging her mouth down onto my penis. She sucks harder
than ever, pushing her head at me to force me as deeply
as possible into her mouth, twisting from side to side,
and jerking up and down on the shaft with her hands.
Wendy is watching me.
"Yes," she says, "I think that's what's gonna
happen. And you know what, Superman? That's just what
we want to happen. I'm gonna make you cum and take your
cherry, or may Sonia will. And we want you to cum right
down our throats! I want it. I can't wait to taste
your cum!"
She wraps her hands around Sonia's and pulls me
away from her mouth. Both of them keep their hands
wrapped around me, jerking me off together. Wendy takes
me back in her mouth, and she's even more frantic than
Sonia, bobbing up and down like a madwoman. She's also
slurping and smacking and moaning in her throat, which
imparts a vibration to my penis. I look down at her and
she's looking right back at me, daring me, wanting me to
cum in her mouth.
I couldn't help it even if I wanted to. An
electric jolt shoot through me, centers in my balls and
then blasts the cum out of me. The first bolt shoots
out of the end into her wet, clinging mouth cavern and
almost seems to snap her head back. She gulps greedily
and pushes back for more.
"Me! Me!" cries Sonia, and snatches my penis away
from Wendy, plunging it into her mouth while I'm still
cumming. I shoot a couple of more jets into her and
feel her swallow convulsively around my spasming
manhood. She slips her mouth off me, kissing the tip.
There's cum at the corners of her mouth and a big gob on
top. She starts licking on me like I was an ice cream
cone, and Wendy joins her. The two of them are cheek to
cheek, and they rub my penis between them, smearing cum
juice all over their faces.
"Thanks a lot, guys," says Lana in a bantering
tone. "Now we'll have to put things on hold until he
recovers."
"I don't think that's a problem," Wendy replies.
"He shot his wad, but the gun's still loaded. He's as
hard as before."
Lana reaches down and wraps her hand around my tool
to check. Wendy is right. I'm still hard. I push
myself back and forth in Lana's hand.
"Wow," she says. "A real Man of Steel."
Lois takes her tongue out of my ear and stands up.
With a quick move, she strips her panties down and
steps out of them.
"I think it's time to put that rod where it
belongs," she says, "and I've got just the right place."
Stepping between Wendy and Sonia, she climbs up on the
bed, straddling my legs. She takes hold of my penis
with both hands and knee-walks up my body until the bush
at the bottom of her stomach is brushing the underside
of it.
"Say goodby to your virginity, Superman," Lois
says. "You're about to get fucked." She raises up on
her knees and bends me down, pushing my tool into her
crotch. She rubs the head of my manhood back and forth
in her furrow. I can feel the lips of her sex part and
slide along me. She pushes me back a little farther,
and I feel the head notch in the opening of her channel.
"Oooh," Lois says, "that feels good!" She begins
to let her weight down, pressing me up inside her body.
I only go about an inch into her before she stops and
raises up again, rolling her hips. "Wow," she says,
"it's big!"
"Tell me about it," says Sonia. "I like to choked
on it."
Lois presses downward again and I slide up into her
a little farther this time. She has a frowning look of
concentration on her face. She keeps hunching forward a
little at a time, pulling back slightly, and then
pushing farther. Her channel seems very tight, despite
lots of lubrication from both of us.
"God!" Lois says, "what a monster."
I'm about halfway in. Lois is determined to get it
all, though. She pulls back slightly and then slams her
hips down, forcing another two inches into her. She
does the same thing again and then again. Then she just
lets herself go completely and slides all the way down.
I feel her pubic mound touch and then press against
mine.
"Ahhhhgh," she grunts, "that's not a cock, it's a
telephone pole. God, I've never felt anything like it.
I'm stretched so wide I could split. And it's way up
inside me."
"Does it hurt?" asks Sonia, a little alarmed.
"Oh, no," Lois says. "It's wonderful. It's
everything I ever dreamed."
After pausing a while to get used to me, Lois draws
back and slides most of my penis out of her, then sinks
back down onto me, wriggling from side to side and
swiveling her hips around and around. I have been
passive until now, but this time I push back, helping to
bury myself in her.
"Oh, yes," she moans, "just like that. Oh,
Superman, yes! Fuck me with that monster cock. Give it
to me, baby!"
She begins to move up and down steadily now, and I
respond, pulling back when she does and then pressing up
to meet her downward thrusts. I am overwhelmed by the
feeling of her tight channel squeezing the entire length
of my rock-hard manhood. Compared to the previous mouth
job from Wendy and Sonia, this is like a tight, slippery
glove sliding down over my upright tool, clinging
tightly to me as it slips up and down. I never dreamed
it would feel like this.
Lana, who has been lying beside us watching, gets
up on her knees and works her panties down over her
hips, then moves up next to my head. Turning toward
Lois, she straddles my face.
"C'mon, Superman," Lana says, "you can handle more
than one at a time. Lick my pussy."
I can see her sex right above me and, for the first
time, smell the scent of an aroused woman. Lana lowers
herself onto my mouth. Tentatively, I poke my tongue up
and touch her sex. Lana wiggles back and forth, and I
push my tongue between the lips.
"Lick my clit, Superman," she instructs. "It's
that bump right near the top of my pussy."
I know what a clitoris is, but I've never touched
one. Experimentally, I lap my tongue around the region
she has indicated and feel a fleshy, slick little nub.
"Oooh, yeah," says Lana. "That's the right spot.
Lick it for me, baby."
I begin to work my tongue around on the bump, which
seems to swell in response. Above me, Lana wraps her
arms around Lois, who has been riding me constantly
during this. They are pressed together, breast to
breast. I think they are kissing.
"Don't leave me out," complains Wendy. She takes
my hand and wriggles around on the bed until she brings
it into contact with her sex. She has apparently found
time to remove her panties, since I touch nothing but
hair and naked flesh. "Finger me," she says. "Put your
finger up inside me." I do as she tells me, sliding my
middle finger up into her tight channel. On my other
side, Sonia takes my other hand and, without saying a
word, makes it clear that she wants the same treatment.
I oblige her.
Now I am pinned beneath four writhing women. Lois
is bucking up and down on my penis like a person
possessed, moaning and panting and making little cries
of passion. My rod is plunging in and out of her,
although I feel far from another orgasm, thanks to the
earlier work of Wendy and Sonia. Lana is grinding her
womanhood onto my face, making it hard to breathe, but I
keep on licking dutifully at her little bump. Sonia and
Wendy are wrapped around my arms, hunching on and off my
fingers. It is strange to think that only a few moments
ago, I was completely inexperienced sexually.
But I am beginning to get tired of my passive role,
now. These women are having sex with... no, FUCKING...
me, but I'm not doing much. I feel like I want to do
more, to be more actively involved, to take charge.
With a quick move, I pull my fingers out of Wendy
and Sonia and free my arms. Reaching up, I grab Lana
around the waist and lift her straight up in the air,
then set her on the bed over my head. All three women
squeal as they realize what I'm doing.
That leaves Lois. I grab her by the shoulders and
pull her down to me, enjoying the feel of her breasts...
her TITS... against my chest. With Lois pressed against
me, I give a little snap of my torso and bounce off the
bed into the air, then roll over and land on Lois with
my penis... my COCK... still buried in her PUSSY. Lois
gives a little "ooof," but I have controlled the fall
so that we land gently.
Lana has hardly had time to move and is still
kneeling on the bed right in front of me. Raring back
from Lois (and driving my cock all the way into her), I
pick up Lana again and set her over Lois' face. Her
eyes are startled at first, but then they begin to glaze
as Lois goes to work on her. I reach out, wrap an arm
around Wendy and Sonia and pull them up beside me,
flanking Lois. Hugging them in close, I begin to kiss
them alternately. Meanwhile, I'm hunching my cock in
and out of Lois' pussy.
"Mmmmmm," says Sonia between kisses. "All right,
Superman!"
Lana reaches down with both hands and, grabbing my
hair, pulls my head upward across her belly, trying to
lift me to her face. I pause for a while to lick and
suck her tits, then raise up farther to meet her
descending mouth. I push my tongue into her mouth, with
the wetness of her pussy still on my face, and she opens
to welcome my tongue.
I can hear Lois moaning into Lana's pussy. She is
hunching up to meet each push of my cock into her. Her
movements are increasingly frantic. I think she is
going to cum. I speed up my movements, faster and
faster, until my prick is moving like a sewing machine
needle, pushing in and out of her cunt so fast that it
is a blur.
"Eeeeeeeee!" Lois screams into Lana's pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmphf!" Her body begins to twitch
and jerk like she is having a fit. I push all the way
into her and grind my pelvis against her, jamming my
cock as deep as it will go. Lois bucks against me,
trying to shove her hips up higher and get more of me
into her.
Lana seems to be losing it, too. She drops her
hold on my hair and throws her arms around my neck,
kissing me furiously. Then she throws her head back and
starts yelling.
"Oh, god, yes!" she shouts. "Lick me, lick me.
Right there! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!
Just a little more! Yes! Ohmigod!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Poor Lois is trapped beneath Lana's grinding hips,
but she scarcely seems to notice. Indeed, she has her
arms wrapped around Lana's legs, pulling her down and
her face up to tongue-lash Lana's pussy. The rest of
her continues to jerk like someone is zapping her with
electric shocks. Finally, she throws her arms to the
side, almost smacking Wendy in the face, and collapses.
Lana, coming to herself, realizes that she has Lois
trapped beneath her. She raises up and falls backward,
sprawling across the bed. Both of them seem completely
exhausted. I look at Wendy and Sonia, both of whom are
regarding me with awe and perhaps a little fear. I pull
my prick out of Lois. It is slick and glistening with
her juices. It is also still hard as a rock, jutting
out and curving up slightly toward my belly.
"Well," I say, "are you girls ready for your turn?"
Wendy hesitates a second, then gulps and nods her head.
Sonia has no doubts.
"Hell, yes, I'm ready," she says. "I've been wet
since I got up this morning and, after watching this, I
think I'll die if I don't get some relief SOON!" She
reaches out and takes my cum-slick cock in her hand. "I
want this fucker in me NOW!" Sonia tries to pull me
toward her, but her hand slips off. So she just lays
back across the bed, her knees toward me, and spreads
them wide, showing me her pink, glistening pussy. I
look at her, then at Wendy.
"I've got an idea," I say. ""Why don't you lay on
top of Sonia."
Wendy isn't sure what I want, but she's willing.
She crawls toward Sonia on her hands and knees, then
looks back at me for guidance. I put my hands on her
butt and urge her forward. Wendy moves on top of Sonia
and leans down to give her a kiss, which Sonia returns
enthusiastically. I press down on Wendy's back, and she
stretches out on top of her friend.
I knee-walk up between their legs. I can see the
angle is not quite right for Sonia, though, so I lift
them both up with one hand and, reaching underneath
them, grab Lois' leg and drag her across the bed so that
she is perpendicular to and under them. Then I let the
two girls down across Lois. Sonia's back arches over
Lois' torso. Her pussy is raised up off the bed,
presenting an inviting target, with Wendy's just above
it. Lois hardly reacts to all this. She seems dazed.
Moving up again, I guide my cock to Sonia's slit
and push forward. The head goes in but soon meets
resistance when the wider shaft tries to enter her tight
channel. I pull back a little and then start working my
way into her with short, hunching moves.
Sonia spreads her legs wide and, worming her hands
between her body and Wendy's spreads the lips of her
pussy to help me get in. Gradually, I penetrate deeper
and deeper.
"Ohhhhh," Sonia moans, breaking away briefly from
Wendy's kisses. "Oh, what a cock. Oh, yes! Yes, push
it in me. I want it. I want it all. Come on,
Superman, get it in. Yes, yesssss!"
Soon I'm buried to the hilt in Sonia's fuckhole.
With one hand, I reach down and push a thumb into
Wendy's snatch. She wriggles on top of Sonia, working
her hips around as I press my thumb into her.
Slowly, reluctantly, I withdraw from Sonia, pausing
a moment with just the head of my dick inside her. Then
I pop it out, pull my thumb out of Wendy, and point my
cock at her hole. Pushing forward, I discover that
Wendy is even tighter than Sonia. But she's also wetter
and, with persistence and repeated back and forth moves,
I finally get it all the way in.
"Jesus," says Wendy, as I'm working into her. "At
last! I've wanted that cock so much. Oh, it's so big.
But don't stop, Superman. Please. Keep going. Give
it to me. Give me your cock. That's it. All the way."
Once I'm in, I fuck back and forth several times,
plowing her furrow with slow, steady moves. Soon, my
cock is well lubricated from her pussy juice, and I can
slip in and out of Wendy without difficulty. Then I
pull out and, lowering my aim, slide back into Sonia.
She is slick, too, and this time my cock slips in much
more easily. I fuck her a couple of times and then
start alternating between the two, giving each a series
of humps before withdrawing and switching to the other.
The two women are moaning together and kissing each
other passionately. I speed up my thrusts, although not
as fast as I went with Lois, and begin humping them hard
enough to cause audible smacks as my stomach slaps
against Wendy's fanny.
Wendy's bunghole is right in front of me. I pop my
thumb into my mouth to wet it, tasting Wendy's pussy
juice on it, and then slide it between her asscheeks and
begin to push it up her back channel.
"Oh, god!" Wendy moans. "Yes! Stick it up my ass.
Ow! Ow! No, don't stop. It doesn't hurt that much.
Go on. Push it in there."
My cock is in Sonia now, but my thumb is buried in
Wendy's butt. She pushes her hips back, taking my thumb
all the way up her ass, waggling around on it. I pull
out of Sonia and shove my cock into Wendy's pussy, so
that both her holes are filled.
"Oh, yes!" she cries, "both of them. Fuck my ass
and my pussy. Oh, god, yes! Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
I'm rotating my thumb in Wendy's butt while plowing
back and forth in her snatch. Then I switch back to
Sonia again and fuck her for a while. Lana has sat up
on the bed and is watching us. Lois, trapped beneath
the two bodies, is just lying there.
While I'm buried in Sonia, she starts to cum,
twisting underneath Wendy and rocking back and forth.
"Oh, jesus, jesus, jesus," she moans. "I'm gonna
cum. Give me that cock, Superman. Sock it in there.
Yes, like that! Fuck me. Fuck me hard.
I'm...I'm...I'm cumming!"
Sonia shrieks and clutches at Wendy's back, humping
her hips up at me to get as much of my prick as she can.
I slam in and out of her, giving her all I can. Then,
sensing she's past the peak, I pull out and stick my
cock into Wendy.
"Oh, no," cries Sonia, "don't go." But it is too
late. I'm buried in Wendy now, and she's starting to
cum, too.
"Ummmmmphf, ummmmphf," Wendy grunts as her cum hits
her. I still have my thumb in her ass. I press it
forward all the way and rotate it inside her butt. My
cock is slapping in and out of her pussy. "Ah, god!"
she cries. "Yes, fuck me hard! I'm cumming, too! Yes,
yes!"
Wendy lowers her head and kisses Sonia deeply
again. Her pussy is pressed to Sonia's and grinds
against her clit. Sonia is humping back up at her,
rubbing her cunt against Wendy's.
When the two begin to quiet down, I slowly withdraw
my prick from Wendy. It's as hard as before, perhaps
harder.
"Well," I say, "you all seem to be taken care of.
But look at me. What am I going to do now?"
Lana looks at me. "I've got an idea," she says,
"and it's my turn. I'm the only one who hasn't had your
cock in me. But I want it in a special place." She
rolls off the bed and walks to the head, then leans over
it, her ass raised up in the air. "Come over her behind
me, Superman." I do as she instructs. "Now," Lana
says, "stick that big cock of yours up my ass."
I'm startled by the suggestion. I know that's what
gay men do, but do men and women do it, too?
"Are you sure?" I ask. "I'm pretty big. Won't it
hurt?"
"I expect it to," Lana says, looking back over her
shoulder at me. "I expect it to be the biggest thing
I've ever had up there. But I want it. I don't care if
it hurts. I want you to fuck my ass with that big
thing."
"Wait," says Lois, finally returning to the living.
"You're gonna need some lubrication, baby." She
struggles out from underneath Wendy and Sonia. She
climbs off the bed and wobbles over to her purse, which
is in one of the corners. She reaches into it and pulls
out a tube of some kind of lotion.
"Here," Lois says, "this should help." She flips
open the cap and squeezes some white cream onto her
palm, then puts the tube on the bed and spreads the
lotion between her hands. Then she reaches down and
wraps her hands around my cock, spreading the lotion all
over it. Her hands and the slippery lotion feel great.
"You'd better grease up Lana's butt, too,
Superman," she says, nodding toward the tube. I pick up
the lotion and squeeze some onto my fingers. "Work it
into her butt," Lois says. "She's going to need all the
help she can get if she's going to take this log up her
ass."
I slip my fingers between Lana's asscheeks and wipe
the lotion off onto the tight pucker of her anus. Using
my thumb, I press some of the lotion into Lana's butt.
It goes in surprisingly easy. Her little ass pucker is
tight, but not nearly as tight as Wendy's was. I have a
feeling this will not be a first for Lana. My thumb
slides slowly into her butt.
"Ummmmm," says Lana. "Oh, yes. That feels good."
I withdraw my thumb and squeeze some more cream out
right onto her asshole, then poke it up into her. Lois
is standing next to us and uses her hands to hold Lana's
cheeks apart. I push my thumb all the way in and rotate
my wrist, working it around inside Lana.
"That's right, Superman," Lois says. "Stretch her.
She's going to have to be loose to take your cock in
there."
I do as she says, pulling and pushing against
Lana's ass ring, stretching it as best I can. Lana has
her head down resting on her hands. She rolls her hips
around, helping me and pushing back to get all of my
thumb inside her. Lois takes the tube of lotion from me
squeezes more onto her palm, and anoints my rampant
prick again.
"Are you ready, Lana?" she asks.
"Yes," Lana says. "Go ahead. Put it in me."
Lois spreads Lana's cheeks again, and I move up
close, holding my cock in my fist. I center the head at
her asshole and nudge forward. The tight iris opens
slightly, but there is more resistance than I had
expected. Of course, my cock is more than a little
bigger than my thumb.
"Push it in slowly, Superman," says Lois. "It'll
be hard at first. But go slow or you might hurt her."
I press forward more resolutely and watch as the
tight ring slowly spreads. I grip my cock firmly to
keep it from bending and push a little harder. The head
goes in farther and then pops past the clutching circle
of muscle, which contracts around the slightly narrower
place just behind the head.
"Ow!" Lana cries. "Oh, god, stop a second. Don't
go any farther." She puts a hand back against my thigh.
I wait impatiently, eager to plunge my throbbing
cock into Lana's butt. I feel like I want to jam it
into her in one forceful, overpowering plunge, but I can
tell it would hurt her badly if I do. After a moment,
Lana pulls her hand away.
"Okay," she says, "that's better now. I can take a
little more, I think."
I begin to press forward again. Lois is still
holding Lana's ass cheeks apart for me, so I can see my
prick slowly inching into her butthole.
"Oh, god, go slow," Lana begs. "It's so goddamn
big! Take it easy, honey. Just a little at a time."
I go as slowly as I can. Although it clearly is
painful to her, Lana holds firm, keeping her butt raised
high and not shrinking away. I get about a third of the
way in before she asks me to stop again.
"Wait," she whimpers. "It's so big. It's huge!
My god, I can't believe how much I want it. It feels
like it's tearing me apart." Lana's fists are clenched,
and she's panting. Then she takes a deep breath and
lets it out in a sigh.
"Okay," she says. "I can take more now. Go slow.
But give me some more." I push forward again. "God!
Oh, god! Yes, slow. Like that. Push it in me. Give
me that cock."
I'm more than half way in, now. I pull back for
the first time and then push forward again. I go deeper
and deeper up her butt. Lana's anus is spread wide
around the thickest part of my shaft, stretched to a
pale pink that is hardly different in color from her ass
cheeks.
"Awwwww," Lana moans. "Oh, god. Oh, yes. Oh,
what a feeling. Let me have it all. Ooooh, fuck! What
a pole! Push your cock in me, Superman. Fuck my ass!"
Slowly, I sink my dick all the way up her butt. My
pelvis snugs up between the cheeks of her ass. I take
hold of her hips and pull her back onto me. Lois pulls
her hands out of the way.
"Oh, jesus fucking christ," Lana says. "Oh, I
can't believe it. I'm so full. I've never felt
anything like it. Ummmmmm. Yes, that's wonderful.
It's so good. Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass, honey.
Give it to me now."
I draw out most of the way and then sink my cock
back into Lana's asshole in one steady plunge. I root
around, waggling it inside her butt. Then I pull back
and start sliding in and out of Lana's ass channel,
slowly at first and then with increasing speed.
Lois goes around us and climbs onto the bed. She
sits on her butt and scoots up toward Lana's head with
her legs spread. When her pussy bumps Lana's head, Lana
looks up. Without being prompted, she buries her face
in Lois' sex. Lois leans back on her hands, her head
thrown back, as Lana tongues her.
I'm really humping Lana now. I'm shoving my rigid
cock up her tight asshole with forceful lunges that
smack against her cheeks. I pull back part way and give
her some rapid in and out moves, then sink back into her
and fuck away.
Lana is moaning and whimpering into Lois' cunt. At
first, she just held still to meet my lunges. Now,
she's pushing back each time I press my dick into her
ass and pulling away when I draw back. She's fucking me
back, taking all of my cock up her butthole.
Lois doesn't last long. Lana has only been eating
her a short time when Lois starts crying and whipping
her head back and forth. She hunches her pussy up to
Lana's mouth and cries out.
"Ahhhhhhh! I'm cumming!" she cries. "Eat my
pussy, baby! Lick it! Yes! Yes!"
Her arms buckle and Lois collapses back onto the
bed, jerking and moaning. Lana keeps her head buried in
Lois' slit. But she's moaning constantly now, and her
orgasm is rapidly building.
This time, I'm ready, too. After all this sex, my
balls feel heavy. I can feel them twitching, drawing up
against my body. Suddenly, a bolt of energy shoots
through me. My cum starts somewhere around my toes and
blasts up my legs, into my groin and out the end of my
cock. I slam up against Lana, burying myself all the
way into her butt, and shoot jet after jet of spunk up
her asshole.
Lana has lost it, too.
"Oh my god!" she cries. "Yes! I'm cumming. Oh,
fuck my ass, baby! Give it to me. Give it to me hard!
Fuck me! Fuck me! Ahhh, god! Yes!"
Lana pitches forward just as I'm pulling back, and
my cock pops out of her ass. A spurt of cum shoots
across her back, leaving a streak across her hair and
landing on Lois' stomach. A final jet follows, landing
in the middle of Lana's back.
I sink down to my knees, exhausted. For a time,
nobody moves. There is no sound but our labored
breathing. Finally, Lois rolls over and pushes herself
up to a sitting position.
"Wow," she says. "That was really something.
Maybe we could do this again sometime."
"Okay," I say. "But I don't think you'll have to
trap me with Kryptonite the next time. I could get to
like this."
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End of 'Super Trick' by Titmouse.
Story 14
Author's Note:
I devoured Superman comics when I was a boy. As I grew older, I
came to think he was pretty silly for not using his super powers
to greater advantage when it came to females. The very least he
could have done was use his x-ray vision to LOOK. But he was
always such a goody-goody that I imagined he'd have to be coerced
into using his rod of steel.
I think I'm supposed to acknowledge that Superman, Clark Kent, Lois
Lane and Lana Lang are the property of DC Comics or whatever
corporate entity now owns the rights. No harm intended and no money
made from this parody. Wendy and Sonia are my invention.
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