End: Superman Rails Them With Tender Loving Care

Lois Lane and Lana Lang were naked, strapped to the hospital beds, writhing and moaning, snarling and straining beneath the light of Doctor Fate's amulet. Superman hesitated for a moment as he saw them there. His sky-blue eyes traced over their thin, lithe forms; the muscles bunching and straining so hard that they were at risk of hurting themselves. Nipples erect, crotches drooling. Lois Lane's vivid violet eyes and raven-dark hair, Lana Lang's greenish-blue, her red hair bright and vivid beneath the light of the amulet.

Superman could not sense magic, could not see the demonic contagion that had infested these women—his friends, colleagues—no, these were the women he loved. The women he wanted to help, to save. Resolve strengthened inside of him. If that required making love to both women, then that was a sacrifice he would accept. No matter what the cost to their friendship, Superman felt doubt vanish as he saw how frantically their muscles bunched, threatening to tear themselves apart.

He would have to fuck them for their own good.

Very carefully, he reached up and took off his cape. Peeled off the shirt, revealing his broad, hairy chest, with its wide pectoral muscles and the clearly-defined ribs; Kryptonians had the benefit of low body fat overall, and Superman kept in shape as well as he could so that he could be at his best when facing superhuman threats.

As he took off his boots, the possessed women on the bed took notice. Their eyes locked on him, tracking him...and Superman wondered at what single consciousness possessed them, because their eyes moved in unison, their panting synchronized, even their hearts beating in time to their super-hearing.

A smug, familiar half-smile graced their lips as he peeled off his pants, his "Little Superman" standing stiff and hard.

"I'm impressed, Man of Steel," a single voice spoke from two throats, Lois and Lana's mouths moving together. "Go ahead. **** these cunts. Betray their friendship as you take advantage of their bodies..."

Superman ignored the words. His brow burrowed as he stood naked, Doctor Fate's light limning all three figures at once, the sonorous incantation never wavering...and the Kryptonian considered the logistics of the problem.

Two women. One Superman.

With a burst of superspeed, several things seemed to happen at once. The twin hospital beds were pressed together. Lois and Lana were unbound, and then quickly rebound, so that the two naked women were now on top of each other, arms and legs splayed and tied down. Cotton gauze filled their mouths...but now, those their naked bodies writhed against one another, they could scream no more obscenities, could not bite or scratch each other...and Superman had unfettered access to all four of their holes.

"Lois...Lana," Superman said as he approached the bed. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I want you both to know...I've been thinking about this for a long time. I never thought I'd get to...I thought it was just a harmless fantasy, a sexual daydream that would never come. But now...I want to say, I love you both. And I want to make both of you feel good."

What happened next was too fast for the human eye. Superman knelt down, face toward those dripping pussies and flexing assholes—and then his head became a blur, and Lois and Lana's efforts to mouth imprecations because stifled screams.

Four holes were tongued almost at once. No human orifice could resist the Kryptonian's tongue, nor even feel the fraction of a second in which Superman shifted from one to the next. To Lois and Lana, it felt to each woman as if their pussy and ass was being assaulted by the most powerful Hitachi wand in existence.

Yet to Superman, whose senses allowed him to memorize each and every detail of those four holes, this was only foreplay...a time to map their cunnies and asses, to scan each internal twist with his X-ray and microscopic vision, and to plan out the **** that was to come.

It is working, Doctor Fate's voice said as the naked women writhed against each other, no longer trying to escape, no longer working in perfect synchronicity. Blaze is losing her hold! Increase their pleasure if you can.

Superman could.

A cock that could crack a continental shelf slipped with utter gentleness and unstoppable **** into Lana Lang's ass. Before she could even process the penetration, the Man of Steel was already pulling it out, aiming for her cunny. Bottoming out in that cunny, he retreated, aimed lower, and stabbed into Lois Lane's pussy. Then repeated the process with her asshole, his balls resting against her quivering buttocks for so short a time that she could only feel the impact of his testicles slapping her ass that he was on his way back to Lana's anus before the first signal reached the reporter's brain that she had been anally invaded.

Now the women did scream. Superman, engrossed in his effort not to hurt them, fucked the two women with all the mechanical regularity of a fucking machine. His cock plunged from one hole to the next, harder and faster and deeper than they had ever experienced in either of their lives, his whole body a blur of muscle, their pussies and asses gaping as the orifices did not have time to collapse before they were filled again.

The women spat out their gags. Speechless, overwhelmed by the sensations of that fantastic four-fold fucking, Blaze's hold on their bodies and souls slipped away—and when Lois and Lana's eyes met, and their faces drew close, tongues twining, lips locking, spit swapping as the love of their lives destroyed their tight holes, it was not the demon that drew them together...it was the shared moment of their sexual union, and marked by a sudden burst of light and shout as Doctor Fate exorcized the last vestige of Blaze's influence from the copulating pair.

For Superman, already teetering on the edge of his own superhuman control, the sight of his two lovers kissing each other sent him spiraling out of control.

He was, after all, only a Kansas boy at heart.

Straps broke as Superman's extraordinary strength overcame him. Grasping both women about the waist, floating in the air, the Man of Steel humped their quartet of holes with the manic energy of a dog in heat and the reactions of a pro twitch gamer. Every rope of Kryptonian semen burst deep inside pussy or ass, and each one gasped as they felt the torrent as if a fire hydrant had briefly been unleashed inside their holes.

When Superman gently lowered his lovers back toward the bed, the two women were twitching, eyes rolled back in their head, bodies spasming.

"I believe they will stop climaxing in a few minutes," Doctor Fate said. "The exorcism was a success. We will deal with Blaze's plots. You, my friend, have a much more difficult task."

Superman, naked and laying in the middle of the two beds as his lovers slowly regained control of their bodies and minds, looked a question at the helmeted mystic.

"You must find a way to live with both your lovers. For a do not think, after tonight, any normal man will be able to satisfy them..."

Lois Lane clung to Superman with her arms, her legs clasping onto his, head on his shoulder. On the other side, Lana Lang did the same thing. Utterly exhausted as they were, the two women had no desire to let the Man of Steel go...and Superman reflected that what had begun as Lois Lane's night out, had turned into a life-changing experience for all three of them.