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Thus Spake: Oh, Superman!	By : Tycho Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 67630 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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For a long time, he simply watched.

Word had been spread across the globe with nothing less than miraculous speed. It became a call to arms that only the greatest of superheroines dared to answer, but answer they did. From the furthest reaches of the universe they descended upon the earth in hopes of fulfilling the most daunting of challenges. The struggle would take place within the legendary Fortress of Solitude in the frozen arctic wastes. It would not do to simply leap blindly into action without first warming up, so they began to spar with one another, testing out techniques and limbering up. The feats that would be performed would undoubtedly release more raw power than all the wars fought on all the planets in the known universe. The Fortress had been reinforced with energy shields of immense power, and yet there was no guarantee the structure would survive what was to come.

As the master of the Fortress sat in a glistening crystal chair, he had similar doubts about his own body. He could think of no greater task he had ever been asked to perform. The grand hall before him continued to fill with some of the most powerful beings in the universe. And here he was, one man. No, that was not quite correct. He was one Superman.

For a long time, he simply watched.

Supergirl and Starfire lay naked on the floor a dozen meters away, entwined. Their slim, fit bodies squirmed against each other. Supergirl’s fingers found their way down to the cleft of Starfire’s legs, and Starfire responded in kind. The two girls moaned and looked into one another’s eyes. Supergirl’s lips began to quiver and she began to giggle, and Starfire joined her. Their young, vital voices rose in giddy delight as the fingers did their work, becoming beautiful music to Superman’s ears.

He turned and regarded Raven. She had shed her bodysuit, but her dark hood and cape remained. She lay on the ground, moaning softly as several tendrils of emerald energy shimmered across her body, snaking over her breasts and winding down into her, toying with her clitoris like a serpentine tongue. Superman’s gaze followed the tendrils to their source; a gleaming power ring on the hand of Soranik Natu, a striking Green Lantern whose dark hair was cut close to her head. The corner of Soranik’s dark mouth rose in a grin as Raven moaned again at her ministrations.

Raven raised her hands and two sparks of silver light appeared beneath her hood as her eyes shot open. Her black aura coursed back along the emerald beams, and enveloped the Green Lantern. Soranik voiced her pleasant surprise as the darkness massaged her body.

The two women lay meters apart, writhing on the ground as both darkness and emerald light performed a sensual dance between them. Never once did they physically contact each other, yet they knew each other most intimately.
Beyond them, Superman saw several other ladies of the Green Lantern Corps. Legendary guardians such as the exotic Katma Tui and the blond vixen Arisia, they were engulfed in a tumultuous web of energy, each woman unleashing her power ring to pleasure the other Lanterns. Superman was certain that the Guardians of the Universe would find this use of their power rings most inappropriate. Too bad for them.

Superman’s eyes settled on his beloved Diana, Wonder Woman. She lay naked, her perfect form still the pinnacle of beauty. She did not lay alone. A nearly identical younger woman, Donna Troy, and a petite blond beauty, Cassandra Sandsmark, both known as Wonder Girl, lay with her. They twisted and turned in a circle of bliss, each woman’s tongue pleasuring the next in line. Presently, Cassandra cried out her orgasm into Diana, who was occupied with bringing Donna to her own climax. Their three voices rang out in perfect harmony. They sprawled out, trying to catch their breath.

“Gods…” Diana gasped.

“That was…” Donna’s voice shook as she sighed.

“Wonder…full.” Cassandra whispered breathlessly.

The three women looked at each other and burst out in laughter. There was a flutter of wings, and they looked up to see an avian beauty soar down through the rafters. Hawkwoman flew gracefully down, landing next to the Greek Goddesses. She removed her helmet, and began unfastening her yellow and green uniform.

“Room for one more?” She asked nonchalantly.

“You can take my spot.” Wonder Woman stood and Hawkwoman took her place extending her wings. Donna and Cassandra both grinned and moved close beside her. Hawkwoman retracted her wings, enclosing the three of them within the warm feathers. Superman did not need his x-ray vision to know that they would be content for quite some time. The moans assured him of that.

Wonder Woman approached him, her breasts swaying gently. She took a seat next to him, not saying anything. She gazed quickly down at the enormous bulge in his red shorts and grinned. She opened her mouth to speak, but a sudden clamor from across the hall made her stop short.

A squealing Supergirl was convulsing in the midst of her orgasm and Starfire had begun shooting random blasts of energy from her eyes. Starfire was glowing brightly, and Superman knew what would come next. Fortunately, he was not the only one.

Soranik’s power ring onslaught brought Raven to brink, and the dark aura massaging Soranik’s body had her teetering on the edge as well. They both noticed Starfire’s approaching orgasm, and their own timing could not have been better. With a final surge of emerald light and dark power, Raven and Soranik came.

“Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!” Raven yelled, her dark aura gushed forth.

“Green Lantern’s Light!” Soranik cried out.

The Lantern’s energy and Raven’s aura curled together and shot toward Supergirl and Starfire, enveloping the two girls just as Starfire’s eyes rolled back. The Fortress of Solitude shook violently, but the blast was contained behind Raven and Soranik’s barrier, sparring the less invincible superheroines present. As the dust cleared, Supergirl and Starfire could be seen lying together in the middle of a scorched crater, shaking with a fit of laughter.

“Oh, Starfire!” Supergirl gasped, burshing an errant strand of carroty hair from the Tamaranian's sweaty brow. “Let’s do that again!”

“I thought you’d never ask!” Starfire giggled, running her hand down Supergirl's bare back. “Let’s go outside, though. I don’t think your cousin would appreciate another hole in the floor.”

Supergirl’s laughter was smothered by Starfire’s lips as they rose up and flew out of the Fortress. Just as they left, a light began to pulsate on Superman’s chair. Looking down, Superman read the computer report and smiled. Wonder Woman glanced at her own display and harrumphed.

“Well, this should be interesting.” Wonder Woman spat. She stood and began to stretch out, going through several battle warm-up exercises. Superman looked up past the Fortress’s rafters and saw the new arrival plummeting down through the sky. She crashed into the floor in a standing position, her red hair flaming around her. A spider web of cracks issued forth from the woman’s impact. Superman looked up and regarded the fiery monarch.

“Superman!” She yelled, pointing at him dramatically. “The Lady Maxima is not finished with you!” She tore her armor away, revealing her buxom physique.

“Not so fast, your highness.” Wonder Woman moved in front of Superman. “To have my man, you will have to deal with me first.” She placed her hands on her hips and stuck out her chest in challenge.

“Ha!” Maxima scoffed. “If the Amazon thinks she can best the Lady Maxima, Royal Queen, Head of the Royal House and Leader of…”

Maxima’s declaration was cut short by Wonder Woman’s fist. She went flying backward, dazed, with Wonder Woman in close pursuit. Maxima regained her bearings and kicked out, catching Wonder Woman in the stomach, and knocked the air out of her. They exchanged a savage series of blows, the impacts sounding like artillery.

Maxima lunged at the gasping Wonder Woman and the two fell to the ground, grappling. Maxima grabbed hold of Wonder Woman’s throat and began to squeeze. The Amazonian princess grasped Maxima’s wrists and pulled. The two women strained in effort. Maxima’s hands were slowly pried from Wonder Woman’s throat. Maxima grunted in disbelief.

Wonder Woman rolled, forcing Maxima beneath her. Wonder Woman grabbed Maxima’s wrists in her own hands and pinned them down to either side of Maxima’s head. Maxima roared in fury, lashing out with her forehead and smashing her skull against Wonder Woman’s. The two women saw stars, but Wonder Woman held her wrists down fast. In frustration Maxima lurched her pelvis up, attempting to knock Wonder Woman off of her. The impact failed to knock Wonder Woman off balance, but it certainly did not leave her unaffected. Maxima’s upper thigh had come up between Wonder Woman’s legs, while the Amazon’s own thigh had impacted against Maxima’s royal entrance.

Maxima lurched up again, and once more their nether regions collided. Wonder Woman began feeling a warm sensation and Maxima let out a short breath. She lurched again, and again, and again. After a few moments, Maxima had ceased all pretenses of trying to free her hands, instead devoting all her energy to pounding her hips up against the warm flesh of the Amazon.

Wonder Woman lowered herself toward Maxima, making it easier for the queen to hump against her. Their breasts brushed each other, and both Maxima and Wonder Woman sucked in a surprised breath. Wonder Woman began rocking back and forth, sending her nipples to spar with Maxima’s. After a few moments of indecision, Wonder Woman released Maxima’s wrists, and leaned back. Maxima grabbed Wonder Woman’s thigh and pulled herself in closer, scissoring her. Their nether lips met in a forbidden kiss, and both alien and Greek Goddess threw back their heads in ecstasy.

The shared moment of intimacy brought them back to their senses, and they resumed their stern expressions as best they could while ramming their hips together.

“So this is…oohhh…the best that your gods…oohhh, GODS!...the best your gods could…ugh…manage?” Maxima taunted.

“Oh, I’m sorry…nnngh!...did we start yet?” Wonder Woman ground into Maxima even harder, and they both screamed.

The sight was too much for Superman, and he decided that he could no longer just sit there inactive. He stood, but a strong hand clasped his shoulder and forced him back down. He craned his neck around and found his vision completely dominated by the most grandiose pair of breasts he had ever seen wrapped tightly under white fabric.

“Power Girl.” Superman said.

“Hey, Superman.” The short haired blond said casually. “Looks like your bodyguard is a little preoccupied.” She motioned toward the undulating Amazon and the Almerac Queen. “I guess you’re helpless before me.”

“Seems that way.” Superman said as Power Girl moved to stand in front of him. She reached up and ripped her suit off effortlessly, her grand mounds of flesh bursting forth, unleashed. Superman’s erection finally ripped through his uniform on its own, standing at attention before her. Power Girl looked down at the mighty instrument and grinned sardonically.

“Is there any point in asking what you’d like?” She asked with an amused sigh.

“Probably not.” Superman grinned back.

Power Girl knelt in front of him, and draped her breasts around his solid rod, squeezing them together with her blue gloved hands. As she began pumping his shaft, Superman berated himself for ever thinking of her enormous bosom as absurd.

“I never thought this would happen.” Power Girl whispered in amazement.

“Wha…oh, ahhh….what?” Superman asked distractedly, closing his eyes. Power Girl was looking down at her breasts as his cock rose up and down.

“I can’t cover all of it at once.” Power Girl shook her head. “I didn’t think anyone would ever be this big.”

“Feels…ugh...ngh…feels just fine to me.” Superman spoke honestly.

“All the same, I’m glad I brought some help.” Power Girl grinned.

Superman opened his eyes and saw Big Barda, former member of Apokolips’ Female Furies, standing tall next to them. Barda had already shed her armor, and her muscular build was astounding, and did nothing to distract from her impressive bosom. She held in her hand her mega-rod, an extendable staff weapon of immense power.

“Barda!” Superman gasped both in surprise and at Power Girl’s ceaselessly pumping breasts.

“Granny Goodness did teach me one or two useful things, Superman.” Barda smiled as she knelt next to Power Girl and draped her breasts around Superman’s shaft on top of Power Girl’s mounds. With their combined busts, Superman’s cock was completely enveloped in warm flesh.

Superman heard both Power Girl and Barda’s breath quicken, and looked down. Barda had taken her mega-rod and inserted either end into herself and Power Girl, and the two women were humping the rod furiously. Fair is fair, Superman thought as he let himself lavish in the sensations his rod was experiencing.

Wonder Woman saw all this out of the corner of her eye, but she could not bring herself to do anything about this break of protocol. Maxima’s tireless hips were simply too demanding to ignore for too long.

“Harder, Amazon!” Maxima bellowed.

“Be cautious of what you command, Queen of all Almerac!” Wonder Woman chided as she bucked against Maxima with all her strength. She saw the sky brighten through the rafters of the Fortress, and a sudden rumbling let her know that Supergirl and Starfire were quite content once again.

“Oh! Amazon!” Maxima’s voice was getting higher. “I think…ohhhh!...You are about to be…ahhhh!....honored beyond your station!” Wonder Woman felt the heat at their meeting growing in intensity.

“Honored? AGH! OH! A mere mortal such as…oh, GODS!...yourself…nnggh!...should feel honored!” Wonder Woman’s voice was heavy.

“Hardly…oh, YES, HARDER!...You do not deserve this…AHHH!...privilege!” Maxima shot back.

“You flatter yourself…OHHH!...if…NNGGH! OH YES!” Wonder Woman’s retort was forgotten.

“HA! I thought so…AGHHHH! You were no match for….OH, GODS!” Maxima’s boast ended abruptly.

Their repartee was lost to the passion of their hips. Their clitorises clashed like the blades of two expert fencers as the ferocity of their humping grew exponentially. Their nether lips lashed hungrily at each other, and in the last moments, their egos vanished.

“OH, YES! WONDER WOMAN!” Maxima cried out.

“GREAT HERA! OH, MAXIMA!” Wonder Woman called.

Their vision blacked out for a moment as they came together. Once the last of their shuddering subsided they both stood up shakily as fast as they could, each crossing their arms over their impressive chests and assuming an arrogant pose.

“I suppose I could pass you on this test.” Wonder Woman said airily. “I’m feeling generous.”

“As if I needed your permission.” Maxima snorted. She looked around the Fortress and made certain all the others were too distracted to be watching. She then stepped close to Wonder Woman and whispered in her ear.

“We have to do this again. Soon.”

“The sooner the better.” Wonder Woman whispered back. As Maxima pulled back, Wonder Woman pulled her into a fierce kiss, their tongues wrestling. After a long time she pulled back and gazed into Maxima’s eyes.

“How open are Almerac marriages?” She asked.

Maxima smiled.

Superman saw all this. It was simply far too much for his self control to deal with along with Power Girl and Barda’s coordinated assault. He arched his back and came, shooting his seed right through the rafters of the Fortress. Barda and Power Girl hardly seemed to notice, as they pulled away, embracing each other and grinding away on Barda’s mega-rod.

Superman leaned back in his chair once again, catching his breath. Out of nowhere a jet of green flame incinerated his chair, and Superman landed on the ground, hard. Before he could move, he felt bitter cold on his wrists and ankles. Looking about, he saw that he was now bound to the floor by ice crystals. Superman was not afraid, however. This was going to be interesting.

“It’s been a while, Supes.” A vivacious voice sniggered beside him. It belonged to a woman who was apparently composed entirely of green flames.

“Hello, Fire.” Superman said.

“Sorry about this, Superman. You know Fire.” Another much milder voice spoke from his other side. A woman with shocking white hair and a blue and white suit stepped beside him.

“That’s quite alright, Ice. And it has been a while, Fire.” Superman grinned up at them.

“No reason to waste time, then.” Fire sat down next to him, and Ice followed suit.

Fire and Ice crossed their legs over Superman’s pelvis, catching his still hard cock between their elemental slits. As their folds enveloped him, Superman gasped for breath. Ice’s flesh was as cold as space, while Fire’s burned with the heat of a sun. The combined sensation was totally unique in Superman’s experience. Steam shot up around his rod high into the air.

“Oh, Fire…That feels so…oh, yes!” Ice whimpered in pleasure.

“Yeah! Come on, Ice! Grind it! YES!” Fire whipped her flaming head around jubilantly.

Superman lay back and enjoyed the ride. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the slim body of Stargirl entangled with the far larger Big Barda, but by Barda’s cries of delight, the small Stargirl was holding her own quite well. Power Girl had moved on to comparing breasts with Donna Troy, who was more than pleased with the friction. Hawkwoman flew through the air, trying to maintain a steady course while the sorceress Zatanna’s fingers worked their special kind of magic as she hung on for dear life. Raven, to his astonishment, was actually kissing and fingering Mary Marvel, who could not stop gasping “Shazam!”

He heard what sounded like two cats going at it, and turned to look. Catwoman lay in a sixty-nine position with what at first appeared to be a cheetah. It took but a moment for Superman to realize it was, in fact, Cheetah. Catwoman and the woman who was a cat lapped at one another’s pussies, all the while purring feline vocalizations. The fact that Cheetah was a dangerous villain barely occurred to Superman as he watched them bring each other to climax in a wild flurry of skin and fur, Cheetah’s tail whipping back and forth in excitement.

“Oh, Superman!” Fire and Ice cried in unison, bringing him back to his current situation.

The hot-cold around his cock brought Superman to orgasm faster than he had anticipated. He grunted low in his throat, shooting his seed into the air once again. Fire and Ice convulsed around him, and then crawled away. Fire, for once, was speechless.

Superman broke his restraints effortlessly and stood, feeling exhilarated.

“How are you holding up?” Wonder Woman asked as she stepped up beside him. Superman could only smile. “Maxima is testing out the effectiveness of the Lantern Corps.” Wonder Woman motioned toward the green mass of energy across the hall. The Queen of Almerac was suspended in mid air, dozens upon dozens of emerald energy tendrils ravishing her body.

“Come on! OOOOHHHH!!! YES! Is that all you’ve got?” Maxima’s haughty voice challenged.

Suddenly Superman remembered something. “Diana, did you notice Cheetah?”

Before Wonder Woman could answer, a woman strode toward them wearing little more than a loin cloth and bra. “Think you can handle this, little man?” The fiery redhead snickered. As Superman turned to assure her that he was more than capable, the woman began to grow, bursting out of her clothes. At last she towered over them, a dozen meters tall.

“Giganta!” Superman said, aghast.

“Well, SUPER-man? What do you think you can do?” She began laughing, her mountainous breasts jostling. Superman turned to Wonder Woman.

“Show her.” Wonder Woman nodded.

Superman flew like a rocket straight toward Giganta’s entrance. He dove feet first into her coming up to his neck within her folds. Giganta staggered back a few steps, taken completely off guard. Superman began spinning inside her. Giganta doubled over, her eyes going wide. She fell to one knee and then onto her back, convulsing as Superman’s body twirled in her slit.

“Now!” Wonder Woman ordered. Nearly every woman in the room descended on Giganta, each taking a different spot. Fire and Ice heated and cooled her feet, while Power Girl and Big Barda each took one of Giganta’s nipples between their breasts, and pumped them to attention. The Green Lanterns massaged her breasts, and Raven pinned her arms and legs down.

Wonder Woman flew over and landed on Giganta’s lips, and leered down at her enormous eyes.

“Still think my man doesn’t have what it takes?” She asked.

Giganta snaked her tongue out and knocked Wonder Woman off her feet. Wonder Woman grabbed hold of Giganta’s upper lip and held on as the giant tongue lapped across her body, from her feet to her breasts.

“Oh, gods! Giganta, do that again!” Wonder Woman commanded. Giganta licked at Wonder Woman’s body over and over again, pleasuring her mortal enemy. Wonder Woman caught Giganta’s tongue between her legs and ground her hips against the rough flesh.

Superman reached out with his hand and began striking Giganta’s clit with every rotation, eliciting a deafening moan from the giantess. The pace doubled by the minute and soon Superman was little more than a blur, battering away at Giganta’s intimate folds. The titanic woman came, screaming an earsplitting climax.

Superman shot out of her and she began to shrink down to her normal size. The women returned to their escapades, while Wonder Woman and Giganta had a more intimate moment. Looking at himself, Superman realized he needed to wash off. He plunged into a small pool nearby and savored the arctic waters washing over him. He suddenly felt a hand close around his member, and saw the young Aquagirl had snuck up behind him. Without a word, she washed him thoroughly. She washed a certain part of his anatomy so thoroughly that he came once again.

Superman emerged from the water feeling refreshed. He was about to call out to Wonder Woman when a violent vortex of light appeared before him. Before he could react, a blur of green skin flew onto him. He felt sharp talons dig into his back, and powerful legs wrap around his waist. He looked down and saw a crazed woman looking up at him.

“Mad Harriett!” Superman gasped, still standing perfectly straight. The woman’s crazed expression did not change, and she simply cackled madly. Superman looked up and saw another woman emerge from the vortex, which Superman finally realized was a Boom-Tube. This other woman’s alluring figure was wrapped in a black body suit covered with grey straps.

“Lashina.” Superman said.

“That’s correct, Superman.” Lashina grinned. “Barda invited us.”

Before Superman could ask for confirmation, Mad Harriett grasped his member in her talon hand and sank her tight vessel down onto him. Superman tried not to react, but Mad Harriett rode him with such animalistic ferocity that he could not help but groan quietly.

“I see you don’t mind.” Lashina said over Mad Harriett’s crazed moaning. “We promise not to tell Darkseid.”

“That’s very generous of…OH…AHHH!” Superman felt Mad Harriett’s teeth try to sink into his neck as she bit down hard. Superman hated himself for it, but he grasped Mad Harriett’s butt in his hands and helped pound her onto his cock even harder. She screamed gibberish, but he knew what she was trying to say, and he thrust into her faster. He felt her tunnel grip him as she came, and looked her in the eye. For a split second, the madness seemed to fade and sanity shimmered in her eyes.

“Thank you,” Harriett whispered. Then the moment was gone and she cackled and jumped off of him, heading back through the Boom-Tube.

Superman turned to Lashina, and suddenly found one of her electro-whips around his neck and several million volts coursing through his body. He dropped to his back and through his watering eyes, he saw Lashina mount his convulsing rod.

“Hold on, Superman.” Lashina groaned as he filled her. “This is going to be rough.”

Her hips began to pump his shaft, and with every descent, she sent energy arcing down through his body and back up through his member and into her. “Oh, yes!” She screamed as she rode him. “It works!”

Superman’s cock throbbed as his orgasm approached. He cupped Lashina’s breasts as he bucked up into her, electricity arcing around them in a dizzying lightshow matched only by the one behind their eyes as they came together in a shower of sparks. Superman felt the whip leave his neck as she rose off him.

“Kill you next time, Superman!” She winked as she disappeared into the closing vortex.

Superman stood, and realized that the time had come. He looked out over what could only be called a super-orgy. He caught Wonder Woman’s eye. She was introducing Big Barda to a very eager looking Giganta, and she nodded knowingly.
Wonder Woman gathered all superheroines with at least a modest degree of invulnerability and lined them up. Superman looked up and down the line over the nude forms of several dozen of the most beautiful women in the universe. They looked back at him and in each he saw great respect and admiration, and in some cases, love. Then they all turned away from him, and knelt down on their hands and knees.

Superman gathered himself, and concentrated. He had to do this just right, or he would let them all down. He leaned forward in a runner’s starting position, then suddenly he was gone. At apparently the same instant, every woman in the line moaned as she felt Superman’s cock fill her, over and over again, faster than they could fathom.

Superman moved at incredible speed, thrusting into each women in turn so rapidly that they hardly noticed him being absent. Wonder Woman, Maxima, Supergirl, Starfire, Raven, Stargirl, Katma Tui, Arisia, Donna Troy, Cassandra Sandsmark, Mary Marvel, and more than a dozen others all ground their hips to the same rhythm. At long last, each woman felt their climaxes blossom in a supernova of ecstasy.

“Oh, Superman!” They cried out in one voice.

Superman thrust his last into Wonder Woman, emptying himself into her womb. She turned and they embraced, kissing passionately. Every woman in the room swooned.

Wonder Woman turned to them and smiled. “Until next time, then.”

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Superman crawled into bed, feeling younger than he ever had before. Wonder Woman and Supergirl followed him in, shedding their clothes.

“You know, Clark.” Wonder Woman purred as she slipped under his arm. “We’re going to need a slightly bigger bed.”

“Why is that?” Superman looked at her quizzically. He turned to Supergirl who snuggled up to his other side.

“This bed just isn’t big enough for the four of us.” Supergirl grinned.

“Four?” Superman asked.

“I said you and I have unfinished business, Superman.”

Superman looked up and saw Maxima striding toward the bed. Wonder Woman and Supergirl each grabbed one of his arms and pinned him to the bed. Maxima climbed on top of him, and grabbed hold of his well used cock.

“I think its time that we settled.” Maxima grinned.

The three women descended on him and Superman knew nothing but pleasure for a very, very long time.
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