Clark Kent Has Two Cocks

It took two hands for Clark Kent to remove his manhood from his trousers. Not just for size...although Lois was reasonably impressed by the length and girth, though the reporter had no way to measure...but because there was one dick for each hand.

The reporter was breathless. She knew, now, how people must have felt at circus sideshows. Paying their money to go into the adult's only tent, to see not a two-headed calf, but some genuine prodigy of nature. Her eyes drank in the sight, so strange and yet so...perfectly normal. Like two cocks, side-by-side, that joined together at the base. Lois couldn't imagine what that might have felt like, if he stuck them both in at once...the two cocks were so girthy, it would be like shoving four fingers into her cunny up to the knuckle.

Except he wasn't there to fuck her pussy. Clark Kent was there to fuck her nipples.

He guided the cock in his right hand to her left lipple. Let the swollen head play around the wet, slick hole. She realized that he was lubing it up before he penetrated her...maybe he was worried about hurting her. The reporter's heart fluttered, cheeks burning as she shivered in anticipation...and then he carefully slid the head of his cock forward, guiding it into her titflesh with his fingers...but only the head. Then he turned his attention to the cock in his left hand, and Lois felt the anticipation build inside of her as he fed the head of his second cock into her other nipple-cunt.

Once both of the cock-tips were in, Clark surprised her again. His big hands slid out to grasp her heavy, heaving breasts and pressed them together in front of her. Fat as her tits had become, Lois shivered in anticipation as she saw what he was doing...lining her breasts up so that he could drive both of his cocks in at once.

His hips slammed forward, and Lois Lane nearly screamed. It was like being stabbed in both tits at once, the thick, long cocks pushing forward hard and deep like they were going to stab her straight in the lungs...and God help her, Lois felt warm tears flow from her eyes, almost wishing she could feel that. No matter how many cocks she had taken in her nipple-cunts today, none of them had ever filled her like Clark Kent now did.

He was only getting started.

With an almost ruthless pace, he pulled back and pushed forward, slamming his hips against her tits like he would flatten them, the pillowy sacks of Lois Lane's airbags bracing the impact only a little. She clawed at the glass, huffing and pawing as the shock of the pounding **** continued, heat building up in her tits, which were held so close together that she swore she could actually feel the passage of both dicks inside the side-by-side holes. All decorum broke down as Clark put on a new burst of speed, the tails of his shirts flapping, each slamming hip-thrust shaking her to the core of her being. Her whole body quaked and she began to whisper his name...fingers slid down the glass, leaving sweaty streaks, and the base of her tits rubbing against the holes felt raw and sore.

Nor did he show any signs of pulling out.