Epilogue: Sister-Wives

Semesters at Metropolis University were sixteen weeks long. By the time midterms rolled around, all three hundred students of Clark Kent's Journalism 101 had passed a certain test...and so the professor found himself visiting an old friend at his mansion on the outskirts of Gotham.

Bruce Wayne was out with the horses when Clark arrived. He smiled to see his old friend...who looked ten years younger than when they had last met, not so much in the lines of his face or the grey of his hair, but how the weight of years seemed to have fallen off Superman's broad shoulders.

Selina was in the dining room, nursing their youngest, when Bruce ushered him into the dining room. The billionaire bent over and kissed his wife. Her stomach was already swollen again.

"Glad to see your family continues to grow, Bruce," Clark said. "That's sort of why I've come...the strangest thing has happened."

Even sparing the details, Selina's eyes went wide. Years and almost constant pregnancy had filled out her figure...but all in the right places, her one bare breast a soft, ponderous, and inviting feast to the young Wayne that sucked eagerly. She might not have been able to fit into the old catsuit, but there was no doubt in Superman's mind that she could still tumble and leap better than women half her age.

"Three hundred, Clark?" She shook her head. "How are you going to house and feed them?"

"There's an asteroid in orbit...almost pure gold and platinum," he looked at Bruce. "I can pull it down...set it in some out-of-the-way place. Waynetech mines it, and sends us a royalty..."

"Fifty-fifty on the profits," Bruce said. "We'll set up a separate company, make it all legal. There's a stretch of Wayne land with an abandoned gold mine in Arizona..."

Bruce had a tablet, and tapped at it until it showed a satellite-view map. Clark memorized the location, nodded. A few hours work, and his new family should be set for life. The Waynes talked practical matters...a luxury apartment block in Metropolis, security systems, diapers, college funds, medical care. The business was done within minutes, the billionaire setting into motion all that needed to be done.

Then Bruce leaned back, his fingers steepled...and Clark saw something of the old Batman in the glint of his eye.

"You realize, of course, that there's something...unnatural at work here. Three hundred women, all born within ten months of Lois Lane's disappearance, that look like Lois Lane, that happen to take your class...and react like that to you?"

Clark sighed. "I know it. I even checked their DNA against a lock of her hair that I'd kept...all genetic sisters. Fifty percent Lois. I don't know how to explain it. Obviously, something happened...she disappeared twenty years ago, and now..."

Selina reached over and rubbed his arm. "It's been twenty years Clark. You're not betraying her memory with them."

He smiled at her...but his blue eyes met Bruce's. "You told me you'd find her. I think there's some new evidence. I need to look after my new family, but..."

"Of course, Clark," Bruce said. "The Bat Family will look into it."

They all shook hands. Selina gave the baby to one of the maids and stood by her husband's side as they waved goodbye. Her hand rubbed her stomach. Twenty years, and this was her twenty-first.

"Three hundred," she whispered.

"Makes you think, doesn't it?" Bruce said, and chuckled. "I didn't think he had it in him."

"Makes me horny," she reached down and groped the front of his pants. "Think we have time for a quickie?"

"A quickie?" He hugged her close, guiding her toward the master bedroom. "Why Mrs. Wayne, I think we can take our time. It's been twenty years...and he has thirty-two weeks left..."

They made it to the staircase. One of the maids caught them, pants down as they shagged mercilessly on the stairs. The young woman smiled and turned away, hoping one day she could find someone that loved her body that ardently when she was their age.

The expectant mothers had developed a schedule, and Clark saw no less than ten of them each day. For twenty years, Clark Kent had split his hours between superheroics and journalism or teaching; now he found not a single idle moment...nor did he regret it. The ladies each had their own unique personality, history...tastes. Sometimes they seemed to move as one. Barely had Clark arrived home at his apartment, the gold-bearing asteroid safely placed where Bruce had pointed, when eager naked women were stripping off his costume.

Against their dedicated efforts, his secret identity hadn't lasted very long.

The bed in his apartment was big enough that five of them could line up along it at once...and five more could clamber atop their sisters, so that ten pussies glinted wetly at him. They were shaking, eager...**** for attention.

With a burst of superspeed, Superman seemed to double himself...and double himself again. Until ten blurry figures moved forward. Caressed each woman individually. Tasted her vagina. rubbed their clit and thighs. Slid their stiff prick into the wet, waiting tightness...and then the ten women were bucking, heaving, moaning in unison. They called each other sister-wives, and when Clark wasn't there he knew that many of them had found an attraction to their other selves. Casual lesbian encounters were common, and even now when having sex with Joy Jane, Kais Kane, Leia Long, Maris Morris, Natalee Natchez, Olivia Osgood, Polly Polliver, Rachel Raine, Sierra Schultz, and Tina Tanner, the women were groping each other, kissing, fondling, rubbing...and begging for his cum.

He gave it to them.

That first night, trying to please three hundred women at once, Clark had to pace himself. Now, while only dealing with ten woman at a time, he had cum to spare. Semen spurted in great thick ropes, his super-cock never softening. The women cried with glee, rubbing against each other to spread his cream, pussies clamping tight to try and hold it in, though each of them already knew that his super-sperm had hit the mark eight weeks ago. Four women at a time sucked at his cock and balls, wanting to feel that hot spray squirt across their face, in their mouths...and nor did Superman neglect the others, fingers vibrating madly as he brought them to orgasm, tongue slurping eagerly as he memorized every millimeter of their pussies, their taste, their weakspots. Sometimes he barely touched them and their whole body would light up...and sometimes when one orgasmed, it seemed to trigger orgasms in the women near them.

Something linked them, deeper than just biology. In the throes of their passion, sometimes they opened violet eyes and stared at him...and Superman was struck with a terrible sense of déjà vu, as though his lost love were staring out at him...and then the moment would pass.

It wasn't all sex. They went out to each, they talked, joked. He listened to each of them, and knew their names, their histories, their preferences...got to know each of them...felt himself falling in love with each of them...

...and he knew, as much as they joked about being "sister-wives," he would have to ask them all that very important question sometime soon.