End: A Normal Bulge

Clark Kent was sporting a chubby. Lois Lane could see the bulge in his pants. A part of her wanted to laugh. Of course Clark would have an erection! He had just fisted her. She'd be worried about him if he didn't. That did beg the question about what to do with it...

"Smallville," she said, and pushed against the carpet. Clark immediately leaned over and grabbed her, to lift the reporter effortlessly on the bed, to lay on her side. "Fuck me."

Lois watched his face. Clark had already been blushing, but now he became flustered. The bright red of his cheeks spread out until his whole face grew beet red, even his ears. The reporter smiled, pleased at the effect she had on him.

"I...you don't know what you're saying. Maybe that thing is still..." He began, but Lois Lane's left hand touched the hard bulge in his pants.

"Clark," she said. "Please. You've done a lot for me tonight. Just let me do this one thing for you."

He didn't fight as she unzipped his pants. They stared into each other's eyes as she pulled down his boxers and wrapped her hand around his manhood. Not longer than average, maybe a touch more girth than she was used to...yet it filled her hand as if it was meant to be there. Lois licked her lips, and reached down with her free hand to touch her pussy. Yes, she was still wet...she was wet for him.

Lois had to guide him, as though it was his first time. That big, muscular body loomed over her. The reporter's ass ached, but a part of her actually felt excited as the warm, rubbery tip of his shaft touched her pussy...and he was gently, so gentle, as she guided him in.

Then he began to move on his own...and Lois could lay on her side, a pillow under her head, and moan softly. It was so normal, so gentle, nothing like the madness and pain and extremes of the night. The rhythm of it was almost like being fucked to sleep...and she turned her head as Clark leaned down to kiss her. Their lips brushed against one another...and Lois wondered why they hadn't done this before. Hadn't at least tried. They had been friends and coworkers so long, and all that time she could have had this cock, tasted it, jerked it off across his small breasts or in her face, woken him up in the morning with her mouth wrapped around his manhood, let him carry her into the shower impaled on his shaft, held him tight as he blew his load deep inside of her cunt and power-washed her cervix with his sperm...

Then she felt his thumb slide into her ass.

"Oh!" Lois gasped as every nerve in her body suddenly went on edge...but her ass offered no resistance as his thumb slid in all the way to the knuckle. The reporter's pussy squeezed tighter, and as Clark continued to move, she was aware that everything was heightened. Her pleasure, her awareness, the heat and anticipation rose in her body as he continued to plug away.

"I'm close," he said. "I'll pull out...I can finish you off with my mouth..."

Lois Lane twisted her upper body and grabbed his face. She stared right into those blue eyes and gave him a command in the same voice her father the general used to order his troops.

"Smallville, don't you fucking dare! You are going to blow that fat load in my cunt and we're going to cum together!"

He didn't stop. Shocked, aroused, probably more than a little confused, yet his cock never stopped...and at last his face softened and he gave a shy smile.

"Okay, Lois. Whatever you say."

Later, Lois wondered how he held out so long. It took her a little longer than she thought to reach her climax. Clark pumped away, while his fingers worked in and out of her ass. She had four fingers inside of her when the final rush came. The quiver, deep inside her pussy, that soon spread out, an electric wave that exploded from her pussy, every muscle clenched tight, until her brain went blank and silver stars seemed to explode before her eyes...and down below, she felt the extra hot wetness that signaled Clark Kent's cum as it flooded her pussy, heard the soft grunt of satisfaction as her tired pussy sought to milk every drop from his steel-hard shaft.

Until he laid down on the bed beside her, her bare back against those muscular pecs, his great arms hugged her close.

"From now on, Smallville," Lois said happily, as jizz oozed out of her pussy and her raw and aching ass spasmodically clenched and unclenched. "That's how you fuck."

"Of course, Lois," he said. "Anything for you."

It was soft, and corny, the murmured love language of a Kansas farmboy in the big city, and after the night out that Lois Lane had, it was exactly what she needed to hear. Because while she had failed to find those missing women, she had at least found a lover who could satisfy her...and that was a discovery that beat any headline on the front page of the Daily Planet.