Blaze Seems Distracted

Lois Lane felt herself begin to pant as she **** herself to relive that moment...and the memory must have caught Blaze's attention, because Lois could feel the tiny dick-headed tentacles in her ears squirm a little less. The reporter imagined them poking and prodding her grey matter, and suddenly the memory was sharper...

Holding herself up on the outstretched arms of Clark Kent, dressed in his Superman costume, as her nylon-clad feet fished his dick out of those red shorts...and drunk as she was, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter remembered the little gasp of shock and awe when she saw how big Clark's cock was...serious pornstar territory. It wasn't that it was so long, but it was thick as a beer can. She couldn't get the toes on both feet to meet when wrapped around.

"Great Shaeshar's ghosht!" Lois swore out loud. "That'sh a beautiful dick! Sheriously, that'sh...that'sh shome calloushed, hayshtack-lifting, cunt-bushting, ruin-a-bitch-for-all-other-cocksh phallush!"

Clark was blushing hard...his whole face ruby red, flustered, the lenses in his glasses fogged up...and Lois let her nylon-clad feet run up and down the length of that girthy monster, glorying at how unbelievably hard and hot it was. She ran her right toes over the swollen purple head, round as a mushroom tip, and felt the hot, slimy precum soak through her silky leggings.

"Doesh that feel good, Shmallville?" Lois said. Her other foot pressed the red shorts down to free the great, hairless testicles. Lois was still biting her lower lip, but she grinned broader. Clark shaved his balls. She always liked it when a man did that. It was part of the reason she kept her own pussy and ass shaved, except for a little carefully trimmed strip...and Lois wondered, as her legs were spread, and the skirt had rode up, if Clark could see her low-slung panties...or her pubic hair sticking up just over the edge...or the wet spot she was sure was growing.

"It'sh too bad, Clarky," Lois mused as her left big toe rubbed between those big balls, and her toes on the right foot ripped through her wet nylons to grasp that glans, claw-like, his naked and sensitive underside pressed against the skin between her big toe and index toe. "A cock like that hash to hurt like a shonofabitch. I'd like to help you with that..."

Clark Kent was a boyscout. His moral strength was superhuman. Yet Lois Lane could see him waver...he was tempted...so tempted...and in the back of her brain, in the present day, Lois could sense that Blaze was focused on the memory, **** to see what happened next.