A Kryptonian Taste Test

Lois Lane, still impaled on Bizarro's pale mammoth cock, bent over backward. The brute's rough hands grasped her buttocks and lower back as her thighs clamped down on his own, supporting her as she leaned all the way back, letting her hair dangle toward the filthy floor of the alley hands reaching out for Superman's red shorts, mouth open...and eager.

The Last Son of Krypton did not resist as the Daily Planet's star reporter, hung suspended between them, chest jutting in the air, reached into his pants.

I dreamed of this, Lois told herself, as her hands brushed smooth, hard skin—no trace of hair at all. She wondered if he zapped it off, with his heat vision, or if Kryptonians simply didn't have any. Licking her lips she reached into his trunks...and her hand closed around something, small and hard. The reporter frowned. It didn't feel right.

"Kryptonians are growers, not showers, Lois," Superman muttered, his hands reaching out to cradle her neck and shoulder, supporting her. "Otherwise, I'd never be able to cram it into my shorts."

Pulling the red underwear down, Lois saw that she was grasping was only the head—a very normal-looking, pinkish head—of a cock, dangling above an impressive set of hairless balls, for all the world like the world's largest clitoral hood.

The Man of Steel stepped forward, bringing the head directly to Lois' waiting lips, his swollen testicles resting over her nose, resting against her eyes...and there was a familiar smell, sweet and salty...

Chocolate.

Lois Lane locked her lips on the head, suckling gently at the knob...and felt it begin to extend into her mouth, the swollen glans forcing its way millimeter by millimeter, growing slowly until it was pressing against the back of her throat...but the Kryptonian cock was far from finished.

The reporter's tongue slid along the bottom of the shaft in her mouth, as she felt Bizarro begin to move again, pushing and pulling his pale elephant trunk in and out of her pussy, the slim orifice being stretched to its limit whenever her pushed deep inside of her...and all Lois could smell was Superman's taint, vaguely sweet and airy like laundry hung out to dry on the line, and a terrible craving seized her...a hunger...a desire...

Me am not want them both, he mind lapsed back into brainless Bizarro bimbo think. Me am no want taste them both...fuck them both...

"Lois..." Superman growled softly, and he was still growing, cock pushing its way down her throat, the human women pinioned between the two superhuman cocks, knowing that if they met in the middle she would be utterly destroyed...and yet for all that, **** for more. Lois hummed around the Shaft of Steel, unable to do much else, feeling the heat and pulse of it throb as it **** her open, breathing getting harder, airway choked with dick...