End: Amnesia Kiss!

It was only a kiss. Yet in that kiss, the world ceased for a moment. All thought was blotted out. Lois Lane lost herself in that warm, giving mouth. The tongue that met hers, not to wrestle or subdue, but to meet, to play with, giving and taking in equal measure. Her eyes were shut, and for that perfect moment they shared one breath, one being.

She felt, for a moment, what it must be like to be him. Alone, apart, so powerful and yet so utterly empathetic toward them all. A man who could have been a god, bu wished only t be...human. To find love, to know acceptance, to open his heart and body to one other special person. As utterly enraptured with her as she was with him.

In that unnatural rush of endorphins, a subtle change came over Lois Lane. Perhaps it was a slight telekinesis rearranging some of the cells in her brain, perhaps some exotic chemical in his saliva. Lois never knew. All she did know, later, was that her memories of the night out before that moment were a complete blank. One moment, she was heading out to the club, and the next she was impaled on that superhuman cock, being held close and kissing the Man of Steel.

She didn't even remember when he pulled the ring off her finger and crushed it into a fine violet dust.

Then they broke the kiss.

"Oh!" Lois Lane said, eyes wide. "Superman! What are you...what are we..."

She stared down in amazement at her body, at the bulge in her lower abdomen where Superman's cock throbbed.

"I'm sorry Lois," Superman said. "There was a bit of trouble. I know you had a bit of drink earlier, but you said you wanted to...are you upset?"

Lois blinked and sought to parse that.

"No! I mean...I wish I could...but no! Have you finished yet?" She looked at him desperately. Superman grinned, his smile as bright as a new-minted penny.

"No, we just got started. But, um, I have to warn you, I'm not wearing a condom. So I understand if..."

"No! Nope! Perfectly fine!" Lois grinned, not sure entirely what had prompted this sequence of events, but determined to see it through. "In fact, if you don't cum inside me, I am going to be very upset."

Superman chuckled, and seemed to relax a little. His hands found the reporter's ass, warm as a summer's day on her flesh.

"Alright, Lois. Whatever you say. Let's make some memories."

She rode him until dawn. His cock never softened, never wavered. Unschooled as he was in the ways of love, she had to teach him how hard he could thrust, how to touch her and when...but he was an able and eager student. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the walls.

When at last she lay against his massively muscled chest, his super-sperm leaking from her pussy still stuffed with his swollen cock, she murmurred sleepily. Curiosity pricked at the back of her brain, even though she wanted nothing more than sleep. A part of Lois wanted to know what had happened, and why she could not remember the events of that night. Had some enemy slipped her a ****? Had Superman done something with her memory to **** her into his bed? Her heart said no, but...

Lois blinked and raised her head. She recognized this apartment. She stared at Superman, imagining glasses on him.

"Smallville!?" Lois said.

Superman raised his head...and her pussy clenched so tight around his cock and jizz squirted out the sides.

"You...you're..." Lois Lane shook her head. "This is a dream. I'm dreaming."

Her Kryptonian lover smiled. "It's not a dream, Lois. Just a very weird night out. Come here, give me a kiss. It'll all be better."

So she did. And so it was.