End: Lois Lane Go Gets Her Some Supercock

With great power, comes great responsibility, the words came to Lois Lane, and she realized it was her supernatural wisdom, gifted from the gods. And seeing to your own sexual well-being will make you a more effective heroine.

Lois Lane saw to unraveling the details of Blaze's operation first. She found the missing women, and a handful of minions that had not realized the demon's defeat. It felt good to break women out of cages. To crash her fists against teeth when the mions drew their weapons on her. To explain things to the police when they arrived...and finally, to launch herself into the sky, the latest white-clad Marvel.

What do I even call myself? Lois wondered. The Metropolis Marvel? Sally Shazam?

Up above the highest towers, Lois opened herself up. She heard the squeel of breaks, the cries of anger and passion, smelled automobile exhaust and cooking smells, felt the salt-spray as the wind blew off of the ocean...and then she sensed something else. Something different. Her nose wrinkled, but the white thong rode up between her cheeks as she directed her flight toward a certain apartment.

Superman had just defeated one of the innumerable alien invasions that targeted Earth each month. This one had been a particularly messy affair. There was purple ichor in his hair, and what was left of a tentacle slung around his shoulders. Sticky, lavender goo soaked his costume, and as Lois landed on his balcony, he turned in the midst of lifting his shirt, to reveal those perfectly chiseled abs...and the soft downy black hair that would lead down to his cock.

His blue eyes widened immediately as he recognized her. Lois smiled back.

"Lois!" he said, and then took in her white costume, the gold lightning bolt. "You're..."

"Yes, Smallville," Lois said as she let him know she'd finally figured out his secret. "I am."

"I, um," he stammered, blushed, and for a moment he was every inch Clark Kent. "I was about to take a shower."

"Good," she said, and reached up to undo her cape. "I'll join you."

In the end, it was as simple as that. A naked man and naked woman in the shower. Her hands clutched at his already-erect prick. Their lips met as if it had been fated to be. He was as gentle and ardent as she'd always imagined he would be. Even the alien goo sluicing off of his body could not ruin that moment.

Or when Lois pressed his back against the wall and dropped to her knees.

It was exactly the kind of cock that Lois Lane had always secretly hoped he had. A little bigger than average, quite a bit thicker, so it seemed almost stubby on his lean, muscled body. It strained her mouth to get all of it inside of her. And the basket on her bunny was heavy with big huevos, shaved clean so that her fingers could play over the chicken-skin of his huge, swollen sack.

It was a cock made to fuck. To fill her up. As her head bobbed, she heard him moan and tremble, and she knew that he was holding off out of consideration for her. Not every woman liked to taste it, liked to swallow.

Yet this is what Lois had been waiting for, all these years.

She pressed on his taint, just below his balls. He groaned allowed.

"Lois!" he said. "I'm about to..."

He couldn't even say it. Yet Lois raised one hand, with a thumb's up...and that was enough.

Thick as pudding. The first salty shot hit the back of her throat with such **** that Lois thought if she had been merely mortal, it might have taken her head right off. Yet now, she could have sucked off a machine gun and spat the bullets back. Now, she **** her face down until hose swollen balls pressed against her chin. She drank in the captured scent of him from his carefully-trimmed pubic hair, even as she drank his sperm.

It seemed to last for minutes...and at last, he tapped her shoulder, and Lois pulled her face off of him in one long, slow suck that emptied whatever shred of sperm was left in his urethral track. Looked up at him and smiled.

He smiled back...and it was Clark again, that shy Kansas farmboy smile, as he said:

"Of course you know, this means I need to return the favor."

When they were clean and dry. On his bed, atop the sheets. He kissed her gently on the mouth. Then harder, on her throat. Down the length of her body. Sucked at each nipple. Left a trail of hickies down her stomach. Until he gently spread her legs wide...

A part of her had feared this new form was virginal. She certainly felt that way, with how sensitive it was as he traced the inner and outer folds of her labia. Lois grabbed the headboards as his superstrong lips and tongue found her clit. Curled her toes as her drank the juices that flowed so copiously from her hot cunt-tunnel. Yet no hymen interrupted his tongue. No blood flowed as his tongue delved deep, then curled, as if to hunt for her g-spot...and found it, so that she wrapped her legs around his head as though to never let her Superman go.

The sun dawned while he was still licking her out. Lois had lost track of time, and climaxes. He seemed inexhaustible, and her capacity for orgasms did too.

Except...one ear twitched. She heard the sirens. Turned her head and saw the smoke rise in the distance. A fire...no, an explosion...

"Clark?" she said. "I think we have work to do."

So they leaped, out into the morning sky, each in their respective costume...and as they sped toward the new danger that threatened Metropolis, all Lois Lane could think about was what the two of them would get up to afterward.

After all, her new wisdom whispered, Superman seems to have been neglecting his sexual health for far too long. Can't have that, can we?