End: Lois Lane Storms Off In A Huff

Lois Lane stood up.

"No, mother. I will not be dictated to like a child!"

Without another word, Lois Lane turned on her heel.

The heel broke. The reporter stumbled, but recovered her poise, stipped off her shoes, and continued to walk toward the exit.

Her pants were torn off next. There was a violent sound of seams popping, and then the tight red pants simply fell off of her in pieces. Lois Lane growled in her throat, but didn't dare give her mother's ghost the satisfaction of even looking back.

Women and servitors alike stared at Lois Lane as she approached the door. One by one, the reporter's remaining garments fell to pieces, ripped apart by the psychokinetic **** of a mad maternal poltergeist. Her panties literally exploded off her body. Bare and naked as the day she was born, Lois Lane pulled the door opened...

...and stared with shock and horror to see Clark Kent there, in his rumpled suit and tie.

"Lois? Good lord, you're naked!" he said.

Lois Lane could almost hear the snickers of the crowd. Her cheeks burned, and she pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him backwards—well, he let himself be pushed backwards, so that she could close the Black Door behind her.

"Smallville, for the love of...just shut up and give me your jacket!" Lois said.

To his credit, he did. Lois Lane's cheeks didn't stop burning when she saw those broad shoulders beneath that white dress shirt, but once she had his jacket on, she felt a little less naked.

"What happened?" He said, all concern.

So Lois Lane gave him an edited version of what happened tonight. Her mission to find the missing women. The strangely hot club. Her mother's ghost. They had reached a set of fire stairs when the reporter's bare foot stepped in something viscous and wet. She felt that moment of weightlessness as she fell.

Clark Kent was there to catch her. She landed in his arms, slid down in his body as she tried to catch her footing.

Then his fly exploded.

Lois Lane didn't see the cock before her cunny landed on it. She hadn't realized how wet she was, until it seemed to sink to the hilt in her pussy in a single, smooth move.

"Oh my...Lois I'm so...I didn't mean..." He stammered as they tumbled for position.

"It's alright Smallville, it's just my mother, and...Great Caesar's ghost, Clark Kent!" Lois Lane stopped moving.

She had been trying to un-impale herself from his cock, reaching down between her legs...and that was when she realized that he wasn't even halfway inside of her. The reporter's jaw dropped as her hand touched the stiff prick, hard as a bar of steel. It felt like there was six inches jammed inside her pussy, yet she could still wrap her hand around his cock.

"Jesus Christ, Clark," Lois said dumbfounded. "How the hell do you hide this? And it's so hard! How long has it been like this?"

"Um...since I saw you in the club," Clark said sheepishly, answering the last question first. "And it's not hard to hide, I mean, I don't...not a lot of people have...I haven't really shown anyone my penis before. Even at school, I'd wear shorts to the showers. I didn't want people to make fun of it."

"Make fun of it?" Lois Lane said, aghast. She had finally found some footing on the steps, but something stopped her from pulling her pussy off of that enormous hard-on. Clark Kent, for his part, standing several steps down, held her legs up effortlessly. "Clark, you should be in porn! I mean, this might not break the world record, but you'd be up to your armpits in coochie. How is every woman in Metropolis not drooling over this monster? If I had a cock this big, I'd...I'd..."

The reporter swallowed hard. Clark Kent's voice came in almost as a whisper.

"Lois, if you wanted this, I would give it to you. All to you. Whenever and however you wanted. Forever."

It was the wrong time and place for a heartfelt confession. And the reporter knew, somehow, that her mother was behind all this. That the ghostly bitch had somehow arranged for her to fall on the one cock in Metropolis that Lois Lane couldn't say no to.

She quivered in the agony of indecision. To fuck Clark Kent was to admit defeat. To not fuck him was to break Smallville's heart. Lois Lane knew she would sooner punt a puppy into the sun than do that. Her body sagged against him as she sighed in defeat...and she gave a little gleep, as with the relaxing of her muscles her pussy sank a little further on that magnificent man-meat.

"Clark...you haven't had a vasectomy, have you?" she said.

"No," he said.

"Any condoms on hand?" Lois asked.

"I'm afraid not," Clark Kent's body was incredibly warm. She could feel those big hands on her thighs. Any other man with that size and strength could have simply split her quim in two and pumped her full of his seed. Only Clark Kent would have the utter sincerity and self-discipline not to cream her cunt without permission.

Lois Lane let her chin sink to her breast. She bent over, hands exploring his anatomy. Even his balls felt bigger than normal. Real bitchbreeders. The reporter squeezed her eyes tight and could almost hear her mother's laughter.

"Smallville?" she said. "I know this is weird. I know my mother's probably trying to do some meet-cute thing, because she wants adorable little grandbabies to pop out of my pussy. But we're both really turned on. And your cock is amazing. And we're already kind of having sex. So could you just...fuck me hard and fast and inseminate my fertile cunt, and then we can go home and figure out the next stage in our relationship like normal adults, over tacos and beer?"

Lois Lane felt the flush of heat on her face travel from ear to ear. Her whole body trembled in barely-restrained need.

"I know a good all-night taco place," Clark volunteered.

"Clark Kent, that is not what I—"

Mid-sentence, Clark Kent lifted her up until only the tip of his cock was embedded in her pussy. With almost superhuman strength, he turned Lois Lane around so that she was facing him. For a moment, she saw the full length of his cock, curving upwards from his ruined pants. Then she saw it slowly disappear, as he lowered her down.

Lois had never considered herself a size queen, for all that some of her more memorable lovers had been better-endowed than normal. Yet this was something else. This was the textbook definition of a cock, the kind that made regular-sized men feel inadequate, the kind that made women feel what a pathetic imitation their oversized silicone toys were compared to the real thing, the kind of simply massive prick that proved quantity was a quality all of its own. Lois Lane had been dreaming of a dick like that since she had lost her virginity, years ago.

As her cunt slid down as far as it would go, the big purple vein along the ridge of Clark Kent's cock throbbing and pulsing like a river aimed at her clit, Lois Lane experienced her first climax with another human being in years. Her whole body shivered as the tiny orgasm washed over her, and her legs curled behind his thighs and she pressed her face into his shirt, to feel the warm heat of his massive pecs as she cried a little.

His big hands gripped her ass...and with slow, calm deliberation that certainly decried his own urgency, Clark **** her hips to move. Back and forth, just a few inches at a time, leaving most of that massive erection inside of her. Lois Lane had, in bored and sexually frustrated moments on the internet, read those adolescent erotic manga and rolled her eyes at the silly dialogue about a woman's pussy taking the shape of her lover's cock—yet in that moment, she could believe it. Nothing she'd ever had inside her before had felt like this. So thick that it stretched her out, scraped against her walls, and then he planted his chin on top of her head and...

Faster and faster he moved. His hips pumped now, along with his hands, and Lois Lane hung onto him for dear life. She didn't count the climaxes. She didn't try to stop the tears. For once in her whole life, Lois Lane was out of control, plunging onto that cock like some lovedoll, utterly powerless to stop that prick from pushing so deep inside of her she was afraid it would hit her cervix.

When he finally came, the sting of his semen hitting the back of her pussy felt as though she'd been masturbating with a shotgun that suddenly went off. Her whole body seized, and an electric arc zapped up her spine and seemed to blow off the top of her head. She went limp in his arms as that titanic tower of flesh throbbed and pulsed and pumped a baby into her belly.

At least, Lois Lane wasn't sure how she could not be pregnant after a load like that.

"Thank you," Clark said softly, and kissed her forehead tenderly. "I haven't...had a chance to make love to a woman before."

The reporter, utterly limp and fucked-out in his arms, every synapse in her brain short-circuited, mumbled something incoherent but positive. Later on, he told her she said that he'd ruined her pussy for all other men.

Which, it turned out, was something Lois Lane could live with.

The ghost of Ella Lane hovered, invisible and intangible, as she watched her daughter and her lover eating tacos. Clark Kent didn't drink, and Lois hadn't felt lik drinking alone, so they drank some fizzy Mexican sodas instead of beer. The maternal specter approved: **** wouldn't be good for the baby. Or babies.

They made a cute couple.

"Time's up," the demon Blaze said. The scarlet succubus laid a hand on Ella Lane's ectoplasmic shoulder. The dark-horned demon stared at the two of them. "You know, I had hopes tonight of thwarting their destiny? Of pulling the strings, setting her up to fail, letting Lois Lane's choices lead her far and away from what is written. Yet here they are."

"Like it was meant to be," Ella Lane said, approvingly. Then a wicked smile came to her face. "With a little help."

Her nose twitched. The safety pin that held Clark Kent's pants together gave way, and once again his cock flopped out. Lois Lane nearly spit out her taco...but as she swallowed the mouthful of lettuce, tomato, and meat, a wicked gleam came to the reporter's eye. After all, at this hour of night, the outside seating of the taco shack was deserted...no one was watching. The reporter's hand wrapped around the thick prick and Clark Kent's cheeks burned as her head dipped below the level of the table.

Demon and ghost faded away. Lois Lane's head bobbed. Clark Kent stood frozen as he experienced the first blowjob of his life.

Lois Lane's night out was a night of many firsts, for the both of them.