End: Lois Can Call For Superman To Save Her

There was a cock-shaped feeder crammed in her mouth. Her swollen nutsack scraped the floor. A dark demonic dickgirl's phallus was prepared to **** her anus. Lois Lane sighed and closed her eyes. She had really tried, this time. But there was nothing else for it.

"SUPPAGHMAAAAAAGH!" Lois Lane shouted through the gag, as the head of Blaze's cock pressed between her cheeks, and the reporter's dick throbbed inside the sheath of the cockmilker.

Somewhere on the edge of space, floating above the great blue marble of his adopted home, the Man of Steel paused. His eyes narrowed, his gaze pierced earth, flesh, and shadow...and almost as swift as a thought, he moved.

The cock slid into the reporter's ass. Something thing and salty slid down her throat. Her massive balls quivered and groaned against her thighs, like an obscene udder. Dimly she was aware of Blaze's hands clutching her butt, the foul prick between her legs pushing forward, seeking for her prostate, determined to reduce the Daily Planet's greatest reporter into nothing more than a cum-spurting milkcow for semen...

Twenty...twenty-one...twenty-two... Lois counted.

The high-pitched whine began at twenty-five. A series of bangs above. Blaze paused mid-thrust, just as the pressure on the reporter's cock was becoming unbearable. Lois closed her eyes to protect them from the plume of dust and held her breath...some of these old buildings had asbestos...

So she didn't see the red-and-blue blur that burst through the ceiling, red eyes glowing, to hit the floor hard enough to crack the concrete slab. Blaze's scream was a muted roar of anguish, as the cock was ripped from the reporter's aching hole. Lois kept her eyes shut. She hated to see him actually hurt anybody.

Thankfully, the screams didn't last long.

Strong, familiar hands undid the straps that held her up. Lois opened her eyes as Superman pulled the feeder nozzle from her mouth. She gave him a wan smile.

"Hi."

"Hi yourself," he said, and leaned down to give her a kiss in the middle of her forehead. "How are you feeling."

She looked down at the swollen cock and balls.

"A little...backed up. I don't think I can give you your usual 'reward' tonight. But if you want to...try something different..."

Superman smiled. Her heart skipped a beat.

Cops had to be called. Lois improvised a toga to hide her new anatomical irregularities. Doctor Fate claimed the Black Grail, declaring it a dangerous artifact that should not be in mortal hands, yadda yadda. Lois interviewed police, waitresses, and the missing women. Most of them were still dazed from their milkings, and Lois wondered how they would get back to their daily lives.

She herself would have to think about changes to her wardrobe. At least until Doctor Fate could find a way to return her girly bits.

"You always find a way to get in trouble," Superman said, back in her apartment. Lois dispensed with the toga and looked at herself. She needed both hands to heft her massive ballsack.

"You always manage to get me out of it," she shot back.

"So...you really don't mind?"

"I love you, Lois," he said as she took off his cape and set it on a chair. "No matter what you look like. Remember that time you were a mermaid?"

She made a face. "I don't think those oviducts were designed with Kryptonians in mind."

"But you liked it," he said, as he peeled off his shirt, revealing that broad, hairy chest. Lois bit her lip as her new cock came to automatic attention. Her eyes were already fixated on his budge. She sat on the edge of the bed, her testicles in her lap.

"You don't think it's gay? I mean, with both of us having dicks?"

His belt hit the floor. The pants followed a moment later.

"If it's gay," he said seriously, blue eyes locked on her. "Then I'm gay for you."

She felt ridiculous...small breasts bared, a woman in all ways except for the massive testes where her pussy should be, the stiff pink dick pointed toward the ceiling. Utterly unashamed, the most powerful man in the world knelt on the floor before her, his tongue sliding out of his mouth as though to lick her clit...and took the head of her cock inside of him.

Lois Lane threw back her head and sighed as her giant sperm-factories churned. She could feel the load brewing, and wondered dimly if he would swallow it. Superman's face slid up and down sucking gently, though with his super-muscles it still felt like Lois had stuffed her schlong into a vacuum cleaner.

"Y-you know that Doctor Fate said...he wasn't sure he could turn me back," the dickgirl panted, so close to cumming she could almost feel the pressure building at the base of her girlcock.

Superman pulled his face off at the last moment, a line of drool...or precum...dribbling from the corner of his mouth. He spread her legs apart and she got the hint, laying back on the bed. Her asshole was a bright pink pucker, still a little sore from the earlier penetration, but a little super-saliva made the best lubricant in the universe.

"Then I guess I'll just have to fuck your ass every time I save you," he said, with what the Big Blue Boyscout probably thought was a devilish grin. But to Lois, it looked like an angel playing at being naughty.

"Supe—Clark," she said, since no one else was around. "You can fuck my ass anytime. You know that, right?"

His grin widened. "I know. And maybe later...we'll try it the other way too."

Lois Lane didn't think her heart could beat any faster. Yet she was wrong.

His face disappeared from view as he dropped down to press his tongue against her sphincter. The vast, soft mass of her balls pushed forward onto his head, totally eclipsing that dark hair from view...and Lois felt that superstrong tongue give her anus a cleaning like it had never known before. Until her knees were shaking and her toes curled.

Her right hand curled around her stiff, dribbling prick. She felt so close...and she had seen guys do this before, had even done it for them. All she had to do was pump, right? The throbbing pressure inside of her was almost impossible for her to describe...she felt ready to explode...

"Ah ah ah," Superman said as he raised himself back up. "No touching."

"Why?"

"Because I want to see you explode...without using your hands."

The head of his super-cock pressed against the now well-lubed sphincter between her cheeks. Blaze had been bigger, more forceful...yet as Superman's cock slid in, Lois felt the muscles at the base of her spine contract, her buttocks squeezing tight until they hurt. It was like his cock was made for her ass alone...and then it pressed against something. A spot inside of Lois that she had never felt before. The head of his cock nudged it carefully, artfully, and she wondered what combination of supersenses let him know right where to fuck her...

The cock quivered, even more rigid since he had slid into her ass, and now Lois Lane cried out. Her massive sack convulsed, muscles trying to squeeze, and the head of her cock exploded like a high school science project. Thick streamers of jizz shot into the air and fell down against her in a hot, sticky rain. Nor did it let up as Superman began to gently thrust, her cock twitching in sympathy, some trick of timing and **** extending her orgasmic ejaculation on and on and on...

Until she lay there, a sticky, quivering mass, laughing she tasted her own cum.

"Maybe we'll tell Doctor Fate to take his time," Superman said.

Lois Lane sat up on the bed and grabbed at his neck. Her massive balls were sandwiched between them, legs wrapped around his buttocks as she brought her face, painted with her own jizz, up to meet him.

"I love you," she said.

"I know."

They kissed. No chaste peck on the forehead this time. Their tongues swirled around against each other, and he didn't hesitate for a single moment to swallow the cream that had splattered her lips.

There are worse ways, the reporter reflected, for a night out to end.