Message-ID: <29484asstr$985342204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <NiteSweats@aol.com> From: NiteSweats@aol.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Original-Message-ID: <b6.12f0a0bf.27ec323a@aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} T14 Super Trick {Titmouse} (MF+,Superman) Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 05:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/29484> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw T14 Super Trick {Titmouse} (MF+,Superman) ----------------------------------------- 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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. --- This story, as long as it bears my pseudonym and copyright, is released to the public domain. 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