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🕑 Added 2021-11-18 22:00:04 +0000 UTCHis cock was thick and potent, always ready to do what nature had made it to do. All three of them shared a moan as Lana’s inner folds held to the girth of his prick, kissing it while it went into her body and all the way out. This time Clark pulled out until they could all see his glans nestled between the glistening folds of her lower lips. Then he hammered himself down on Lana again, burying himself in her until their bellies were pressed together.
“I’m going to come again!” Lana gasped. “I can’t believe it, but you’re going to make me come again!”
Lois reached down and grasped Clark’s balls; he kept pounding into Lana’s sex. She squeezed him, and even if she didn’t give his testicles as much pressure as they could take, the feeling of having his balls squeezed by Lois while Lana was there to receive their load… He felt Lana reach down and touch Lois’s hand, pile on top of it, squeeze her fingers deeper into his leaden balls. It turned them all on even more.
“Fuck me, you perfect, beautiful son of a bitch!” Lana wailed. “Fuck me to death!”
Clark was a wild thing now, pumping mercilessly into Lana’s liquid cunt. He felt a primitive excitement he could barely hold back—Lana couldn’t take anything close to his full strength—but as good as fucking someone like Maxima or Wonder Woman might feel, he was more than contented with the feeling of his prick dominating Lana.
Her body wasn’t just giving into him, but so was her will. He was in control of her, body and soul, and she responded to every little move he made. It satisfied Clark to please her; with just some light taps inside her cunt, he was dispelling her sadness, summoning back the joyous Lana Lang he had once known.
But it wasn’t just that. It was the Lana Lang who would’ve done anything for Clark, who loved him with everything in her. In the mindlessness of her passion, all she wanted was to come—to come for Clark—to be his and Lois’s. The two of them were giving Lana what she so desperately needed. Even with her mind blissed out by climax, she felt loved. Not even guilty about cutting into the Kents’ marriage. They were both fucking her, after all. Maybe that was why she was coming twice as hard as she ever had before.
“God, Clark!” she cried. “It’s so—I’ve never had it like this before! Ahhh!” Her body clenched its way upward, driving her sex onto Clark’s thrusting manhood.
Her inner muscles gripped him hard, like they were seeing if Clark was stiff enough to resist being crushed. He passed the test, still shoving himself relentlessly in and out of Lana. His spine went rigid, his legs coiled with stiffened muscle. All of his weight came down on Lana, driving his entire length into her. He went deeper and deeper into her quivering sex.
Lois rubbed her cheek against his. She whispered in his ear, speaking Kryptese, satisfied that there was no way Lana was paying attention to anything beyond the pistoning in her cunt: “Better cash the check, Smallville. Even the best husbands don’t tend to last four hours from beginning to end.”
Nag, nag, nag, Clark thought good-humoredly. He relaxed his hold on himself minutely, not enough to do Lana any harm, but enough to allow himself to release.
His climax, when it came, was shockingly powerful. It was like a fireball starting in his loins and racing outward, turning his erection red-hot before he felt the mind-shattering intensity of his cum being spilled into Lana’s sex. His member erupted volcanically into her. She experienced gush after gush of his hot cum. Clark felt it fill her cunt, coating her inner walls, covering his own manhood.
While Clark grunted, his teeth clenched together, Lois grinned down at the euphorically accepting Lana. The woman looked like an addict who’d just taken a hit. “Guess you can figure out why he’s such a good farmer. Plenty of seed, plenty of planting.”
If Clark were a normal man, he’d have been drained dry by Lana’s sucking pussy. He shot a few more ropes of cum anyway—it was worth endangering his secret to make sure Lana was completely satisfied. She deserved to know just how excited she’d gotten him.
But Lana was insatiable. She’d been without sex, without love, for so long that some tonguing and some cocking and even some white-hot cum wasn’t enough for her. She still begged for more.
“Don’t stop, Clark!” she begged. “I’ll never—NEVER—find a man like you again. I couldn’t before… please, fuck me one more time? You can give me as much as you want, whatever you want… damn it, Clark, do it, ream me out! Do it until I can’t stand up! I don’t want to walk out of here, I want to crawl out!”
Her body evidently felt the same way. Her tight pussy was refusing to let go of his cock. It had finished spurting, but Lana was still quivering and seething, trembling from her cunt to the rest of her body.
“Alright, Lana, whatever you say,” he promised her. “But try to relax… I’m pretty sensitive after a thing like that.”
With an apologetic smile, Lana forced herself to loosen her inner grip. Not a moment too soon, either. Normally, Clark would have enough control over his body to convincingly facsimile a man in need of a refractory period. Right now, though, with the excitement of Lana—the combination of her and Lois—asking his body to soften up was a bridge too far.
He eased himself out of Lana and turned her over onto her belly, the better to hide his continued arousal from her. His hands spread her buttocks. Without a pause, he buried his face in her ass, his tongue lashing seemingly endlessly at her anus.
Lana came two more times with his tongue in her ass, soaking the couch with her juices as well as his own. Lois mewled lustfully at the smell. Clark would not be letting his boys sit on this particular piece of furniture again, but Lois had been on him to replace it anyway. He’d toss it into orbit after Lana left.
Only Lana wouldn’t be leaving; he would. He could hear cries for help in Ecuador, a mudslide brought about by torrential rainfall. If it were Lois, he’d simply tell her the truth, but that wasn’t an option for Lana. What’s worse, while he was distracted, she turned over, saw his hard-on, and took it to mean he’d gotten his second wind.
“Clark Kent, you surely know how to treat a guest,” Lana breathed, her voice so thick with lust that Clark very nearly forgot about Ecuador to throw himself on top of her. “Now that I’m all… lubricated… how’d you like to treat me to that big thing where you got me all wet? Or is it Lois’s turn? I think I’d really like to see her in action; I might not be able to take another round myself. Or—wait—does Lois want to keep watching? Because I’m fine with that. I wouldn’t mind putting on a show. You guys’s call, of course… oh God, I don’t know if there’s anything I’d say no to right now! Please, take advantage of me! I’ve never had this much fun since… ever!”
Clark coughed, giving a signaling look to Lois. She caught it; the woman was an old hand at being Mrs. Superman.
“Actually,” Clark said haltingly, “I’m feeling pretty sweaty, musky and stuff—think I’d better grab a shower.”
“He hates being musky,” Lois agreed.
“But… you’re hard,” Lana moaned.
“That’s just… the other reason I need to visit the bathroom. I’m sorry, Lana, I think I need to call it a night—“
“It’s my fault,” Lois piped up quickly. “I had him do all kinds of chores today, and we had a quickie this afternoon… plus, I’ve been on him not to overexert himself, even doing this, so…”
“So…” Lana looked between Clark and Lois. “We’re done?”
“For now.” Clark petted her cheek. He knew he had to get going, that every second counted, but he hated to see Lana look so crestfallen. This night had been a break, an escape from her misery… and he had to cut it short. He didn’t mind the unfairness to himself, but denying Lana any measure of happiness burned. “I think… clearly… we’ve got so much to talk about. But maybe we should think things through before anything more happens. Does that make sense?”
Lana nodded. “It was me saying you were taking advantage of me, wasn’t it? I was just kidding. I would never think that of you; Clark, you don’t have an ungentlemanly bone in your body.”
“He knows,” Lois interrupted. She couldn’t let Clark get bogged down in damage control, not when he was really needed. She gave Clark a strong look: go. I’ll handle the mere mortal stuff. You be super. “Come here, Lana.”
She drew the other woman into a hug. Clark stayed long enough to see Lana relax into it, give into Lois’s comforting of her, then he was headed up the stairs. By the last few steps, he took to flying. On his way out the bathroom window, he turned the showerhead on.
Lois stroked Lana’s spine, and the touch of her hand on Lana’s bare skin reminded them both that they were naked. The eclectic mix of sexuality, intimacy, and sheer emotion could not help but strike them as funny—they both started laughing in the same instant.
“Oh God,” Lana wheezed, wiping a not-so-mirthful tear from her eye. “I’m not sure I picked the best time in my life to start being kinky.”
“There’s never a bad time for that,” Lois said, earning an agreeing nod from Lana. “But Clark’s not as cosmopolitan as I am. He needs time to process this too.”
“In the shower?”
“Hell yes. Where else can a father of two be alone with his thoughts? And he’s got a lot to think about. I’m probably going to get a bouquet in the next few days to make up for him ‘cheating’ on me. He’s a great big silly Midwestern bull. And I had so much fun sharing him with you.”
Lana sighed. She cooed and rested her chin on Lois’s shoulder, heedless of either Lois’s nudity or her own. Then she was crying softly. “I don’t know why this makes me feel better… any of it… but it does… some.”
Lois comforted her, turning them over so that she was sitting down and Lana laid in her lap, nestled against her, sobbing quietly against her chest. The warmth of Lana’s body made Lois feel curiously sad.
Maybe it was that this was a warm, soft, vital woman, and she’d only now been treated with the love and consideration that she deserved. She embraced Lana again, feeling a strange sense of rightness at the touch of Lana’s tear-streaked face against her bare neck.
“It’s okay, it’s fine,” Lois muttered softly. “No need to figure it out right now. You enjoyed yourself; that’s all that matters.”
Lana turned her head and grinned up at Lois. Her eyes were strangely distant. “And that you did,” she whispered slyly, as if prompting Lois to admit something.
Lois pushed her lips against Lana’s brow, planting a reassuring kiss on the innocuous spot. Then, without really know why, she kissed where the tears stained Lana’s cheeks. It was more intimate and the sensation of it rebounded. With each touch of her lips, Lois felt tingles inside her own chest. Somehow she knew that on the inside, Lana was throbbing, pulsing, enjoying what Lois was doing.
Lana lifted her face slightly, her lips pointed up and Lois’s tilted down. Everything seemed so perfect and natural that they were deep into the kiss before either of them realized their lips were going to touch.
They held their mouths together with aching intimacy. Lana’s lips slowly opened and Lois’s tongue moved into her body for the first time. She felt Lana’s tongue curling into hers. She held Lana tighter.
Lois’s body thrummed with excitement. Lana’s hands moved urgently over her, feeling as much of her skin as possible. When their lips finally parted, Lois noticed warm tears spilling from her own eyes.
“You’re crying,” Lana whispered.
“Only a little.”
“Why?”
“I think because I felt sorry for you—and now I know you’re going to be okay.”
“Am I?”
Lois shut her eyes happily when Lana’s lips found hers again. The melding of their lips was even more now—more free, more heated, more needful. When the kiss broke off, they were panting. They stared at each other, both of them feeling thrilled and looking nervous, but knowing how excited the other was.
“Feels like I’ve never done that before,” Lana breathed. “Not with anyone.”
“It’s different when Clark isn’t here,” Lois agreed with a whisper.
“But not bad… I want to do it again, Lois.”
“Me too—I don’t think we can stop, though. If we start.”
“You want to stop?” Lana asked shyly. “Do you need time to process?”
Lois shook her head confidently. “I know when I’ve got a good thing going. And when I do, I want to enjoy it.”
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