End: Clark Kent's Apartment Has The Biggest, Sturdiest Bed

It was a farm bed, built of thick walnut planks over a century old, and it touched three of the four walls of Clark Kent's bedroom. The king-sized, pillow-topped mattress fit snugly into the frame. Much bigger and sturdier than anything Lois Lane or Lana Lang had to sleep on in their apartments.

Clark stood there like an overgrown farmboy, cheeks ruby red as Lois and Lana admired the silk sheets and pillows.

"So...what now?" he said, sheepishly.

"Get naked!" Lois and Lana said together.

Nor did the two women wait for Clark. They moved on him together, like lionesses cooperating on a hunt. Peeled off his shirt to get at those broad shoulders. The well-defined pecs with their stiff little pink nipples. Lana ran her fingers through the black chest hair as Lois reached around from behind to unbuckle his pants.

Then something occurred to him.

"I...I don't have any condoms!" Clark admitted.

"Don't need them," Lana said as her fingers traced his washboard abs.

"Don't want them," Lois said, as she pulled pants and underpants down with one shove.

The two women stared at Clark Kent's cock in silence for a moment. He wasn't hard yet, so it flopped down on top of the hairless, shaven balls...but the girth, the weight...there were male pornstars that would make pacts with Satan for a cock like that.

Lois Lane hefted balls as big as goose eggs. "They're so warm!"

Lana placed her hand next to the circumcised prick. "Good God, it's as thick as my wrist!"

"It's too big," Clark said, as he hung his head. "I knew this was a mistake. I can...I can still perform cunnilingus..."

Lois silenced him as she opened her mouth wide and tried to suck one of his balls into her mouth. Lana, on her knees, grinned up at him ferociously.

"What she's trying to say, lark, is that we're about to have a dicksucking contest—and you're the judge!"

Two hot mouths worshipped Clark Kent's cock...and in a life filled with incredible, impossible moments, he could not remember a more surreal and ecstatic experience than Lana Lang and Lois Lane's lips meeting around his glans, their tongues scraping behind the crest and then moving down the length as it swelled and stiffened. His prick was more of a shower than a grower...when hard, it was barely thicker, but at its full erection it stood out from his trim waist to look even bigger than its ten inches.

The smell of it was incredible. All the best parts of man-smell. Sweat and musk, that hinting promise of cum to come, like the fine ammonia haze over a ripe cheese. As Lois and Lana buried their face in his balls, the hard cock pressed against his eyes, their own cheeks burned. Clark was bigger than anything or anyone that either woman had ever taken.

And he was all theirs.

The two women stood up, panting and red faced. They pushed the unresisting hunk onto the bed, and each grabbed a leg of his pants to finish undressing him. The cock stood like a tower, pointed at the ceiling.

"Smallville," Lois said as she began to undress. "Stay just like that. Don't you dare go soft."

Clark looked a her and nodded, dumbly. The veins stood out on his towering prick. He had never been this hard in his life...and as Lois and Lana peeled off their clothes, and he saw their pale bodies, the naked breasts, the trim waists and flaring hips, the little thatches of pubic hair and bare buttocks...he swallowed hard and wondered if he would ever be soft again.

"We could take turns," Lana suggested. "If you put your hands on my shoulders, you can **** me down..."

"Later, definitely. Right now, I have a better idea," Lois said.

Which is how the two women found themselves on all fours, legs threaded together, their pussies pressed around that steel-hard shaft. Clark's big arms came around to rest on their lower backs, the better to support them as they gyrated up and down. Masturbating themselves on his cock. Their hot cunts seemed to suck at him even as they left snail-trails of glistening pussy-guice on his long dong. Up and down they rose, to grind their clits against that hard, hot surface, all the way up to the head and back again.

At first, the two women were uncoordinated in their vaginal ****...but then they found their rhythm. Drew in close. Lana and Lois hugged one another, their breasts smooshed together, their tongues and mouths found each other in a sapphic kiss as their bodies rose and fell as one. Clark shuddered with barely suppressed need as the pressure build up inside of his body. Ready to explode.

Yet it was Lois Lane that came first. Who squeezed Lana tighter as an electric thrill blossomed throughout her body. WHose pussy burst with a hot squirt as for a moment she lost all control and melted into her lady lover's embrace...and her surrender to pleasure triggered Lana Lang's, the redhead moaning audibly, her hips bucking hard and fast as she passed the point of no return.

The women had climbed Clark Kent's cock until their clits almost touched, both pussies wrapped around the swollen head of his dick...and even a Superman has his limits.

Lois Lane had seen the geysers at Yellowstone National Park; had stood in a Texas oilfield as a gusher burst forth, to rain black crude over the landscape; had felt the salty spray of a waterspout in the Aegean Sea. Yet she had never been at ground zero for an eruption like what occurred now.

The first globs were yellowish, the long-pent-up jizz that had been there all night, and it hit the kissing women's chins with a hot splash. Then Clark pressed on both their asses, squeezed their pussies around them as he arched his back, to effortlessly lift them both up as rope after hot rope of sticky semen erupted from the depths of his body. The two women almost screamed as they felt their cunts drenched with his baby batter, but in the gap between their pussies there was room for it to bubble and spurt, droplets going everywhere, to strike the underside of their breasts, spray across their flat bellies, even erupt past their jaws and land on their cheeks.

Until all three collapsed back onto the bed, panting, spattered in thick white baby-gravy. Lois and Lana stared wide-eyed at the jizz-coated pillar that was still standing tall and proud after an eruption that would have done justice to an entire bukkake shoot by itself.

"S-sorry," Clark mumbled. "I, I couldn't hold it. You're just so b-beautiful. Gi-give me a minute and I can go again..."

Lois and Lana's eyes met. They grinned, through their mutual cum-coverings. An unspoken agreement happened then. Clark Kent was a treasure...and he was theirs. They wouldn't share him with any other bitch.

By the end of the night, the threesome had made it official. And as they lay there, Clark in between them, utterly sated for the first time in his life, the loves of his life in his arms, their soft breasts pressed against his chest...Lois Lane thought back to her night out, and what had led her to this point. The decisions she had made. What might have happened if she had chosen to do anything differently...and maybe, just maybe, she wondered if despite what she had told Clark, that there might have been something or someone in that club that had pushed her past her usual inhibitions.

Yet as her eyes closed, Clark Kent's shoulder her pillow, Lois Lane knew she didn't care. Her cunt and mouth were sore, and she could still taste Smallville's cum and Lana Lang's pussy...and the Daily Planet's greatest reporter would not have traded that for the world.