End: Superman Squeezes Into Lois Lane's Pussy...With Blaze

"It's not going to fit." Lois said as Superman pressed her back down against Blaze.

The crimson cock was already stuffing the reporter's pussy. Superman, pants off, was spreading Lois Lane's legs wide as the head of his cock touched the base of Blaze's Satanic shaft.

"Don't let our balls touch, Kryptonian!" The demon hissed. "That would be gay."

"No, look, it's really not going to fit," Lois Lane's voice rose in pitch as the Man of Steel pressed his swollen head against her hole. She felt like they weren't listening to her.

Superman had a look of intense concentration on his face...and a cock that could probably plunge straight through a cement wall pressed down on the demonic dick, and then up. He drooled super-spittled on the tip of his own dick, and rubbed the natural Kryptonian lubricant into the entrance to Lois Lane's cunny.

There wasn't enough room, plainly. But the human body was flexible. After all, if a baby can come out of a pussy, two cocks which are together smaller than a baby must be able to go in. Against the tremendous pressure of Superman's dick, Lois Lane's purely mortal pussy didn't have a chance...but he was the soul of gentleness, going slowly, letting her pussy adapt to the sudden and unexpected new visitor.

"Great Caesar's ghost," Lois Lane swore as the head slipped into her pussy.

"Fuck, that's tight," Blaze added.

"Brace yourselves," the Man of Steel advised. "It's going to get tighter."

Individually, both Blaze and Superman had bigger cocks than average. Not just in length, but girth. A fact that Lois Lane was keenly aware of as her cunt was suddenly stretched beyond anything in her experience...and, with a sinking feeling in her stomach, a realization that this was just the beginning. Because neither of her lovers was going to stop until they had buried their fat cocks in her cunny as deep as they could.

What is it, exactly, that makes my cunt bait for these big-dicked superpowered yahoos? The Daily Planet's Greatest reporter could feel her whole body tremble, all of her attention focused on her pussy.

Superman's cock slid forward, compressing Blaze's dick and stretching Lois Lane's pussy as it went. The reporter reached down and gathered the bedclothes in her fists, trying to distract herself from the intense sensation of her pussy slowly being **** apart. She looked down at the skin just above her clit and she could see where Superman's steel-hard shaft was visibly distending her stomach. It was like some ancient medieval ****...and then he was inside of her.

The hero reached over and gently pushed a stray hair out of Lois Lane's face. She was sweating, her entire body tense...how it could it be otherwise, when she had two cocks inside her cunt at the same time.

"When I make love to you Lois," he said. "My super-semen will fertilize your egg first. The demon will have no claim on you."

"That's what you think, Kryptonian!" Blaze roared from below, although her voice was a bit strained. "You're...****...to magic. So are your sperm! My seed is stronger. I'll be the one to knock her up, if I haven't already."

"Oh...oh...oh..." Lois Lane's eyes bugged out of her head as the two of them began to move. Each of them could tear through her human body like tissue paper, yet they moved gently, their fat cocks sliding against each other inside of her. Blaze had a harder time of it; being on the bottom, she had less room to maneuver, and most of her attention was given over to massaging the reporter's breasts from behind, and planting burning hickeys on her self-proclaimed "Queen's" neck.

From above, Superman had much more room to maneuver. He could withdraw his cock out until only the head was still inside the reporter's overstuffed cunt, and then plunge it back inside in one smooth motion that felt like it was plowing the reporter's cunt, scraping against every sensitive spot along the whole length of her vaginal canal, only stopping when his heavy Kryptionian testes slapped into Blaze's own scarlet balls. His hands rubbed the reporter's thighs, his lips kissed at her collarbone...her jaw...making his way up to her hot, hungry lips...

Despite testes touching, Lois Lane didn't feel that anything about this was very gay. Nor were either of them swift. As the reporter sucked on the tongue of the Last Son of Krypton, she felt his pace quicken, and she was glad of it. Her body was aching, muscles quivering with exhaustion, her overstuffed belly sore, sleep deprivation making it hard to keep her eyes open. She wanted nothing more than to put an ice pack on her poor cunt and sleep.

Yet the final struggle had begun. As Superman quickened his pace, so too did Blaze. The reporter began to pant as their thrusts increased in speed and strength, even as they grew shorter, and at every stroke she felt like her pussy was going to be pulled out of her body, that her womb would prolapse, that she would be gutted like a fish by these impossibly fat and long super-cocks...and a part of her welcomed that. She had never experienced anything in her life like getting her cunt busted by both of these two at once, and a part of the reporter knew she would die happy right here and now to feel their hot jizz flood inside of her.

Then it happened, and Lois Lane's tired eyes shot open.

It was Superman that shot first, his cock pressing deep and then bursting forth in a hot spray...it was like a hail of machine-gun fire pounded the reporter's cervix, and the heady impact bruised the sensitive sphincter into a series of spasms. If Lois Lane's orgasm didn't begin at that moment, she wasn't able to tell the difference...only that against the withering hail and building pressure, the cervix was forcibly dilated. Not much...it didn't have to be much. A microscopic opening was the hole in the damn through which the ocean could pour through into her unprotected womb.

Which is when Blaze came. Dark cum like molten magma surged forth through her dick, the throbbing crimson cock swelling just that little bit bigger, pushing the reporter's pussy to the breaking point...and taking advantage of the opening that Superman's sperm had **** to flood through into the dark chamber beyond.

Nor did they stop there. It was a long, sleepless night until dawn.

First light came through the window of the reporter's balcony, and showed on Lois Lane's pussy. The labia looked like the doors of some ancient temple which had collapsed with age. Black and white jizz flowed forth from her overflooded womb, and her lovers lay in the bed on each side of her panting and crowded in the double bed.

"So...sweetmeat..." Blaze began.

"Who...was better...?" Superman finished.

The reporter let her arms fall, and moved them over to grab both of the fat, swollen cocks. Even soft, they filled her hands.

"I don't...think I can rush a decision like this," Lois Lane said finally. "How would you feel about...dating?"

"Together!?" Blaze and Superman said.

"Well. I have to give you both...equal time in this pussy," the reporter said, closing her eyes and stroking the exhausted cocks. "And if I did...do...get pregnant, we'll know who 'won.' Won't we?"

"I won't lose to you!" Blaze said, staring at the Kryptonian over Lois Lane's head. "She will be my queen!"

"Don't bet on it!" Superman shot back at the demon. "She's going to be my wife!"

Lois Lane smiled. She wasn't sure how much of this rivalry her poor pussy could take...but she knew that she would enjoy finding out.