End: Fuck Like A Porn Star

No missionary. No doggy style or cowgirl. No limp-wristed handjobs and soft, gentle lovemaking. Lois El had the body of a walking wet dream, the kind of impossible tits and toned muscles that a younger Lois could only fantasize about while frigging herself to sleep. On top of that, she had as a husband the greatest stud in the known universe.

"I don't want just one position," Lois said as she pressed her tits into his chest. "I want all positions. I want to feel it when you fuck me. I want you to use my body. Make me your cumdump. Give me every drop."

"All for you," Superman promised, and Lois knew whatever corruption Blaze had fed into her soul, through her she had touched Superman as well.

So nice, so gentle was Clark. Lois could remember now how she'd had to train him. To encourage him to go rougher, now that she could take it. To treat her like shit, at least in the bedroom. Out in public, he was never less than doting, polite. They were equals in all things. In bed, however...

She remembered the first time he had really smacked her with his dick. That hard meat would have taken off the head of a normal woman, but it had only stung her cheek...and inflamed her passion. Lois had launched herself on that dick, run her tongue all the way down its pulsing shaft, and squeezed both testicles into her mouth, like the greediest of chipmunks. Eager for his nut.

Now, he lifted her straight into the air. Her thighs crushed against his head as she rode on his shoulders, as his tongue swirled like a tornado in her cunt. Microsecond flashes of heat vision made her gasp, and warmed the blood in her crotch as she hung on as they soared higher and higher into the sky...until they hung above the clouds and beneath the moon.

Lois was gasping for air and shaking as her husband drew her down to impale her cunt on his cock. Her back was to him, his thick prick plunged deep inside, one mighty hand stirred her pussy as the other roughly groped her breast...and Lois bucked and heaved, wondered why he had chosen this position.

Then she saw the plane.

A leer crossed her face as they rose, level with the passenger aircraft. All the windows were up, all the faces pressed against the glass. To watch Lois Lane take her husband's cock. The sight of them watching her aroused Lois like nothing else, and she moaned louder, gyrated harder, grunted with the impact of each slap of Superman's balls as he bottomed out.

They were just getting started.

Aboard the international space station, an astronaut looked out the window to see Lois fist her own ass as Superman plowed her cunt.

In Egypt, dawn greeted the Great Pyramid of Giza, and at the very apex Lois rode her husband's face and sucked the tip of his cock while jerking him off into her mouth.

In Gotham, Batgirl looked up and blushed as she saw two figures hump their way across the face of the Bat-signal, Lois's tits wrapped around Superman's cock.

People saw. People knew. And Lois loved it. Loved to reveal at last what a whore she was at heart. His whore. His wife. And he, her plaything.

They woke, at last, atop the Daily Planet building. A final hot splurt across her face, to join the cum that dripped out of her cunt and ass, that formed a warm pool in her stomach. The last thing that Lois wanted was to end her night out clean...and as she kissed the tip of his super-prick, Lois gave a little mental note of thanks to Blaze for making this possible.