Decades Later On Earth

Clark Kent trudged through the crashing waves, each step heavy as though the weight of the world clung to his broad shoulders. The acrid stench of smoke and burning oil still clung to him, mingling with the salt spray of the ocean. Behind him, the distant glow of the ruined oil rig cast flickering orange and red hues against the darkened stormy sky.

His clothes were gone, burned away in the inferno, exposing the lean muscle of his invulnerable body. His skin glistened with seawater, but the heat radiating from his frame betrayed the fire he had just endured. Each breath was deep and purposeful, as though grounding him in this moment of eerie quiet after the storm.

The shoreline loomed ahead, a stark contrast to the **** he'd left behind. Sand stretched beneath a low-hanging mist, and the faint sound of gulls pierced the silence. His bare feet sank into the wet earth, leaving deep impressions as he trudged onward, his gaze distant, searching.

He knew he couldn’t stay here long. Questions would follow, questions he couldn’t answer. Questions about how one man had stood in the heart of an inferno, holding back explosions and collapsing metal, and walked away unscathed. For now, though, there was only the shoreline and the quiet pull of anonymity. Clark Kent, a man without a home, needed to disappear.

But first, he needed clothes.

Luckily, there was a house with laundry hanging to dry not too far from the shore. Heading over, Clark looked through all the hanging clothes and was dismayed to find none could fit him, in fact none of the clothes were for men. They were all skimpy and brightly colored. Clark was prepared to head off to look elsewhere but was interrupted when the owner of the home and clothes stepped out of the house.

She was a pretty dark haired woman, wearing nothing but a shocked look on her face. However as her eyes drifted down Clark's body, from his sculpted chest muscles to his large yet still soft cock. A smile came across her face.

“Hey,” She said. “I'm Chrissy.”

A few minutes later and Chrissy was down on her hands and knees on the grass, Clark was kneeling behind her and pounding away at her ass. The Kryptonian had a grip on Chrissy's hips and although he was massively holding back his strength, he was still giving Chrissy the best fuck of her life.

“Yes!” Chrissy cried out. “Drill me! Drill my ass!”

Clark didn't reply, instead picking up the pace of his thrusts.

“Fuck!” Chrissy's finger dug into the ground under her to the degree that she ripped up whole clumps of grass and dirt. “I'm gonna cum! I've never cum from getting ass fucked before!”

Clark made a sound, somewhere between a growl and a moan, in satisfaction over this information. He picked up his pace yet again, getting closer to the limit of his restraint.

“Holy shit!” Even when not at his maximum, Clark's cock was still more than enough for Chrissy. “I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming!”

Chrissy started to shake and every muscle in her body went tense, signaling Clark to slam his cock all the way into her ass, unleashing his own orgasm in her guts. Rope after rope of alien seed fired out of Clark’s cock, giving Chrissy the best meal she ever had.

Yet soon both their orgasms were over, leaving Chrissy to ask one question.

“So you needed clothes right?”