A No-Tell Motel

The blinking neon sign advertized the Halfway Inn. Underneath read the legend: "Renting rooms by the hour since 1969."

"We don't have any money," Superboy said, as he landed in the alley opposite it.

Lois smiled in the darkness. She held up her treasure: Lex Luthor's wallet, lifted off of him right after she had kicked his balls somewhere around the middle of his pelvis.

"We're naked," she said. "And can't use the credit cards. Fortunately, Lex still has plenty of cash on hand."

Anyone driving down Nieuwport Ave at that late hour would have seen a strange couple, covering their nakedness with some hastily-scavenged cardboard boxes, walk into the Halfway Inn and ask for a room for the night. The grey-haired old man behind the counter did not even blink; in his decades he had seen—and cleaned up—worse.

"I don't suppose there are some clothes in the lost & found," Lois said, prying a hundred dollar bill from the wallet. The old man smiled genially.

"You know miss, I believe there are."

Superboy juggled two boxes of miscellaneous clothes as Lois took the plastic card that served as a room key. They had the honeymoon suite: room 69. Once they were inside, and the door was locked, Lois let her cardboard costume drop and stepped out of it.

"Well, that was fun," she said. "Now..."

There was a crunching sound, and a flutter of scraps of cardboard in the air. Superboy, embarrassed, was holding both boxes in his big, muscular arms...and his cock had torn a hole straight through the cardboard box he was wearing.

"I'm sorry Miss Lane," he said, a blush spreading over his entire face. "Honest, I just...I didn't expect you..."

"It's okay Superboy...or maybe I should say, Superman," she smiled and accentuated the sway of her hips as she walked over to take his not-so-little supermanhood in hand. "You can call me Lois. It's nice to see that I can get such a...reaction out of a young man."

"I'm 19," he said, slightly peevishly.

"And we've already fucked. More than once." She said. "What is your name?"

"Kon...my Kryptonian name is Kon-El," he said. Now he stared at her openly, as though not sure where this was going, but not willing to do anything that removed the reporter's warm hand from his hard cock. "I couldn't control myself. It was the collar..."

"Did you like it?" Lois asked. Her violet eyes burrowed into his blue ones. One of the mightiest mortals on Earth or not, he still had the instincts of a virgin. The reporter could see him start to sweat.

"Y-yes ma'am," he said.

She ran her thumb over the tip of his dick. Warm, wet precum oozed out there. Like the warm, wet cum that was running down her thighs. Her pussy throbbed with a strange need. It wasn't like her to be so sexually aggressive...but something about this felt just so right and wrong at the same time.

"Have you had sex with anyone else?" Lois asked.

"I, uh...I mean, I've kissed a girl...and we..." he began, blushing furiously now. She could see that his pupils were dilating, and his dick was hard as steel, weeping precum copiously. Whatever Lois was feeling, he was feeling it too.

"Don't tell me," she said, and tugged gently on his cock as she backed toward the honeymoon bed. "Show me."

The boxes of clothes fell to the floor.