End: Two Cocks For Two Cunts

Jutting forth, hard and erect were two crimson cocks—longer than any Lois had ever seen, though slender, like a single tree with two boughs, splitting off from the roots. Hanging down below it was a hairless and oddly lumpy sack. The reporter wondered, briefly, if the two cocks meant she had four testicles...and then she became aware of another and much more serious problem.

"How are you going to fit those in me?" Lois Lane said. Even through the haze of champagne-buzz, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter could still count, and three cocks in her cunt would be at least one too many.

"Not to worry, sweetmeat. You see, I just remembered something very important about my contract with your mother," Blaze said with a smile.

The demon laid her hands, lightly but firmly, on the reporter's thighs...and there was a crash of silent thunder, and Losi felt dark bands of some smooth, hard material bind her legs to those of her alternate self. The hair rose all across her body as though a tide of static electricity were washing over her, and some unseen **** pushed Lois back onto her superpowered doppelganger.

As soon as their skin made contact, nipples pressing into Lois Lane's back, other bonds set in place, the table transforming into a dark altar, seamless black straps holding the two women prostrate.

"What is the meaning of this?" Superwoman snarled, trying to move her head around Lois Lane to see what was happening.

"One, like Superman, you are **** to magic," the demon said, with that damnable Mona Lisa smile. "Two, my task is to impregnate Lois Lane. It doesn't specify which Lois Lane, however."

So saying, the demon stepped forward, one hand on each of her cocks. The top one she rubbed against the reporter's slit, right above where Superwoman's dick was inside the reporter's pussy. The second, Lois Lane quickly surmised, was rubbing against the entrance to her futanari doppleganger's cunt.

"I can break these bonds," the villain beneath Lois growled.

"Maybe. But not without killing the whole reason you came to this dimension. And what if you crush Lois, only to find you can't break my bonds? Then you'll be fucked and have zero opportunity to impregnate your other self."

"Darling," Ella Lane said, leaning over and brushing hair out of Superwoman's face. "Please, be reasonable. After all, you don't see your—sister—complaining, do you? If she can take it, certainly you can. And who knows? It's not like conception is guaranteed."

Lois, stuck in the middle of all this, said nothing. It wasn't like she was in much of a different situation than before—everyone was still quite intent on her getting fucked. It was only a question of whether the bitch beneath her would kick up a fuss.

"No mother," Superwoman said, the last word dripping with sarcasm. "You're wrong. Conception is guaranteed. Because there is no way that this Satanic slut's semen can beat my super-seed to my sister's egg. This cunt is getting knocked up—now!"

So saying, the hips rose, as far as the demon's bonds permitted. Lois gasped as the cock slid deeper into her cunny, thighs aching as the bonds held her firmly against the dickgirl beneath her. The demonic dickgirl in front of her only smiled and pressed her hips forward.

"That's the spirit."

Lois Lane had never had two cocks inside of her pussy. She knew that many women had, but for her it was a first. The demon pressed her dick down against Superwoman's, but Lois only grimaced in discomfort and closed her eyes, knowing that it wouldn't fit, that her pussy would rip if the demon tried to **** it in...

Then a shadow passed over the reporter's face, and she felt something cool and slick pouring onto her pussy...and Lois felt soft, delicate fingers rubbing the lube into her pussy lips, sliding along her labia, the tips working their way in between Superwoman's cock and the walls of her pussy...and when Lois Lane opened her eyes, she wasn't surprised to see that her mother was taking a hands-on approach.

Carefully, the older woman squirmed her fingertips into her daughter's pussy. It was tight—and Lois was still grimacing—and Superwoman wasn't helping much, as her cock continued to thrust in and out of the reporter's pussy for as much travel as it could get, heedless of the preparations for the demon's dick. Yet despite that, Lois could feel her cunt start to gape...her mother was gently but firmly pulling at the top of her cunt, making a space...just a little space.

That was all Blaze needed.

She pressed the purple tip of her cock into the little gap, and invulnerable as Superwoman might be, her flesh had enough give to it that it compressed a little, letting the demon's dick push its way, millimeter by aching millimeter, into the reporter's stretched-out slit.

Lois gasped...and kept on gasping, heart hammering in her chest. Her hands wished there was something to grab, and with nothing else at hand, settled for grasping Superwoman's fists. The supervillain herself had ceased to thrust, and Lois didn't doubt that even as Blaze fed her top dick into the reporter's overstuffed cunt, the bottom dick was pressing forward into her other-self's cunny.

Then Lois Lane really was the meat in a dickgirl sandwich. Blaze's twin cocks, long but thin, slid into the two cunts; two dicks slid against each other in the reporter's over-stretched pussy. The three of them were uncoordinated, ungainly. Superwoman and Lois Lane could barely move, and even the demon's unusual anatomy limited how far her cocks could thrust. Even through the alcoholic haze that wrapped Lois Lane's brain, she could tell that this was not an optimal breeding situation.

Then her mother came up above and behind Lois. The old woman's hands slid down to caress her daughter's breasts, fingers playing with the stiff nipples.

"Now ladies...a little more cooperation please. All of us want the same thing after all..."

Almost despite herself, the sound of her mother's voice and the feel of her hands was setting Lois Lane's juices flowing. The twin cocks began to move, not exactly in unison, but sliding against each other inside her stretched-taut pussy. As Blaze withdrew, Superwoman thrust; as Superwoman thrust, Blaze withdrew. A strange rhythm seized all three of them, and even Lois found her hips jerking, trying to match the pace, pussy squeezing as best she could...and from beneath her she could hear Superwoman start to gasp a little as the sexual heat built up inside of her.

Blaze's face had begun to develop a dark red blush across the cheeks, almost purple in the dim light of the VIP room, and Lois could see her breasts bounce with every thrust as she began to put more power into her hips. Slowly, achingly slowly, Lois could feel the pace increase, the demon dick driving a little deeper into the pussy every time, her poor pussy stretched beyond anything she had ever imagined, Superwoman thrusting more urgently too as her own slot was fucked faster and harder.

Surprisingly, it was her alternate-self, beneath the press of bodies, that came first. Lois felt her ejaculation as a warm wetness, lubricating the channel. Spurred on by this deluge, rope after sticky rope bursting into the reporter's depths, the superpowered cock pressed as deep into Lois Lane's cunt as she could, Blaze began to hump them both faster and more wildly, Superwoman cursing as her tight slight was fucked hard, the cum she had shot into Lois Lane churned into a much, some of it even overflowing and dripping down the crack of the reporter's ass...

For a brief moment, Lois wondered if the transferred spunk would drip into her other-self's pussy...if it was even possible for Superwoman to impregnate herself as well as Lois Lane...and then she heard an animalistic grunt and squealed in pain as Blaze thrust as deeply as she could, her own hot baby graving flooding into the reporter's chamber.

Overflowing, overstuffed, Lois lay there, limp and panting...but Ella Lane would not let her daughter rest.

"It is important for conception," the older woman said. "For the woman to orgasm."

Bound as she was by Blaze's magic, Lois cold do nothing as her mother's mouth dipped down and closed on her clit. Immediately, a wet suction pulled at the stiff nib of flesh, a skillfull tongue swirled around it...and Lois shook as her body, already stimulated beyond anything she had ever experience crept inevitably closer to orgasm.

Nor were the other two to be outdone by this old woman.

Blaze began to slide her cock in and out, delicate and slow. Superwoman's fists unfurled and gripped her sister's hands, the fingers entwining. A hot mouth kissed the back of Lois Lane's neck, and the reporter moved her head and twisting it. Their mouths couldn't quite meet, but their tongues could dance in the air and just begin to play with one another.

Minutes passed like hours as three on one sought to bring Lois Lane to her climax, to usher that mingled seed into her waiting womb, to seal her fate, and bear the child of one of them.

It didn't take long.

Lois felt it as her chest heaved and her back arched. Her hips struggled against Blaze's bonds, which suddenly dissolved. Superwoman's hands came up to grasp her sister's tits from behind, pinching the stiff nipples between her fingers. Blaze's hands caressed the reporter's thighs, and her mother's mouth sucked hard, as hard as any woman ever sucked on another's clit, as if willing her daughter to cum.

The reporter's voice cried out so loud that women in the bar heard it and blushed and smiled. Her overwrought cunt clenched down against the dual intruders, though there was little strength left in it. Deep inside her abdomen, the cervix spasmed, opened and closed, sucking in sperm to the dark mystery of her womb, where the final mission of the assembled sperm began...the race for the egg.

Lois Lane lay exhausted against her doppelganger, as her mother's mouth finally pulled free from the aching clit.

"Well now," the old woman said. "I do hope that does it."

In her final moments before sleep took the exhausted and slightly **** reporter, she found herself agreeing with her mother.