Clark Wants To See Lois Lane's Eyes As His Cock Goes In

"Wow, Smallville," Lois Lane said as she saw him naked for the first time. "Is that all for me?"

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter had seen ex-high school footballers. Few managed to keep in shape, the muscles shrinking and getting buried under fat, hairlines receding, beer guts pouching out. Clark Kent, in all of his unclothed glory, looked like some ancient Greek sculptor's idea of Hercules, minus the beard. Broad shoulders narrowed to a trim waist; muscles bulged out at bicep and pec, and his abs were clearly defined, but they seemed to be the natural muscles of regular strenuous labor rather than the cut definition of a bodybuilder. A tangle of dark hair on his chest ran all the way down to his pubic hair, where his cock stood out from his body.

Lois bit her lip as she stared at that prick. While she wasn't a size queen, some of her better lovers had been above-average, and Clark Kent looked as if he could have an impressive career in porn if the whole journalism thing didn't pan out. It had to be at least seven inches long, and thick as three of her fingers in the middle. The helmet was a vivid purple, and the foreskin had been cut away so smoothly that Lois couldn't even see a scar...as if it had been done with a laser.

Other men would have let the compliment go to their head, but Clark only blushed, pushing the black plastic frames of his glasses up on his nose. The glasses made him look absolutely adorkable...but right here and now, that was working for Lois. On her own bed, stark naked, legs spread and with her fingers pulling her cheeks apart to show her ass, she was quivering with a burning need. She wanted that cock in her ass. Wanted something, anything to overwrite the memory of what she had experienced tonight.

His hand slid up and down his prick, rubbing the lube into it. He looked so sheepish, even as he loomed over her...yet he was the one who had requested she take this position. Lois hadn't questioned it then, but now curiosity **** her to ask:

"Do you like seeing me like this, Clark? Does it get you hot?"

There was something ridiculously disarming about his smile. His knees bent as he aimed himself at her exposed butthole.

"You've always been beautiful to me, Lois," he said, with a voice full of emotion. The reporter's heart leaped into her throat at this confession. "And I...I wanted to see your eyes. For our first time."

For anyone else, she would have expected that this was some cynical platitude from a sauve operator used to deflowering virgins. Yet she could tell he meant every word. Before she could replay, she felt the tip of that big cock against her asshole...and their eyes met.

He held her gaze every second as slowly, infinitely slowly, he pushed inside of her. Lois Lane shivered beneath him. Clark Kent pushed inside of her as though afraid her ass might snap at any moment...and the warm heat of his meat filled her rectum, slowly stretched it out. Bigger than before...bigger than anything she'd had in any hole...and pushed in so deep that it felt like her colon was taking the shape of his cock. When at last she felt his hair nutsack press against her buttocks, Clark leaned forward, his face only an inch away from her.

"If it hurts...I can pull it out..." He mumbled, blushing furiously.

Lois couldn't take it any longer. She let go of her butt cheeks and grabbed his head, tilting her own face to meet him, pressing her mouth against his. The reporter felt him shudder as her tongue slid into his mouth. The soft, hesitant response becoming more earnest as their lips mashed against each other.

When she finally broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against his, Lois whispered with all her heart: "Fuck my ass, Smallville. Fuck me so hard and fast that it belongs to you and no one else. Make me your anal bitch! And I want to feel it when you cum in me. I want to feel that hot jizz fill me to the fucking brim!"

"Language!" Clark muttered, and then he took a deep breath and cupped her ass with his big strong hands. "I'll try."