End: Lois Lane Wants To Feel Like A Virgin Again

Lois Lane bit her lip. So horny that she couldn't think straight. She wasn't sure what had gotten into her tonight. Stealing that bottle. Having sex with those men. Selling her ass like a common streetwalker. The rational part of her brain knew that big as Clark was, she should take that super-size cock in her ass, which was already loosened up...but that terrible compulsion that had been on Lois ever since she stepped foot in that club was still with her. As if she had carried it with her...

The reporter's thoughts in that direction faded away. With her fingers, she spread her pussy lips. Glistening pink, wetter than she had ever been. Her whole body seemed drawn toward that titanic erection.

"Smallville—please—I need you in me!" Lois said.

Clark Kent gulped. His cock throbbed.

"Are you sure, Lois? I'm awful big..." he said.

The reporter's heels touched the opposite walls of the stall. Her upper body lurched forward. With two fingers still spreading her labia, she grabbed Superman's cock and pulled. Barely able to register that her fingers couldn't completely close around the prick, but single-minded determination drove her to pull him into her.

The first touch of his swollen prickhead against her bared labia sent an erotic shiver up her spine. It was too big. Obviously, ludicrously too big. Her lips twitched in an odd smile. She couldn't stop smiling. Her facial muscles hurt. Yet the reporter could feel any semblance of control slip away as she pulled that swollen dick against her pussy.

"Lois—I don't think it's going to fit," Clark said. yet there was a quaver in his voice. As if he wasn't quite sure.

"Clark Kent," Lois said carefully. "I...I know this is sudden...and I don't know what's gotten into me. But I know what I need to get inside of me. Right now. So while I know this is sudden...I..."

Lois struggled to find the words. For a reporter, she was never out of words. Yet as she saw her pussy distend against his steel-hard shaft, Lois couldn't find them. As if something beyond mere aching horniness stymied her tongue.

"It's okay, Lois," Clark said softly. One big hand cupped her cheek and lifted her chin so he could stare into her eyes. "I've wanted this for a long time. I've loved you, ever since...well, ever since I met you. I don't know what's happening. But I think we both need...this."

His mouth met hers. Lois Lane found herself close her eyes as as their tongues touched. First hesitatingly. Then with increasing fervor. She lifted her hands from pussy and cock to grasp his head, run her fingers through his black hair. To lose herself in the passion of that moment which yes, she had waited for too, oh so long...

Then Clark Kent rammed his cock inside of her in one smooth thrust that seemed to pin her womb against her spine.

"Eeeeep," Lois managed as she hugged Clark toward her. Eyes wide. Body in shock.

"By Rao, Lois!" Clark said as his cock throbbed. His eyes dropped to where her cock was stretched like a pink rubber band around his prick. "You're so tight! You're...you're a virgin?"

Lois blinked. She stared down. Yes, there were dribbles of blood that oozed out around the schlong. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter hadn't been a virgin in a long time, but Clark Kent's cock was definitely hitting virgin territory inside of her.

"Are...are you on birth control?" He whispered.

It took several minutes for Lois to answer that. The initial shock of intrusion slowly wore off. Her body relaxed. The discomfort in her pussy was slowly pushed out by desire as her muscles relaxed and she became accustomed to the size. A part of Lois Lane wondered how easy giving birth might be after tonight.

I'm going to have to keep my legs crossed to keep the baby from falling out, Lois thought to herself.

"Does it matter?" Lois managed, when she could speak again.

"Well...I mean, I was just thinking...I mean, if you did get pregnant...you know I'd take responsibility," Clark mumbled lamely.

The reporter's jaw dropped. Her brow furrowed. She looked at Clark Kent. Superman. The most powerful man on the planet. And he was confessing to her like some virgin shut in raised on a steady diet of romance films and manga.

Suddenly, Lois Lane found the words she had been searching for.

"Smallville, I want to marry this cock and have its babies. Now fuck me!"

She didn't have to tell him twice.

When he drew back his hips, Lois felt as if he was pulling her inside-out. When he pushed it back in, Lois felt as if he was shoving her womb back into place. The reporter gripped him tight, tried to match his movements, Her mere human muscles were nothing compared to the steel-hard shaft that threatened to break her pussy with each stroke. As Lois hung onto him, she realized she didn't care that this was a grimy toilet stall. Or that she had sold her ass on the street. That she'd utterly failed at her mission.

None of that mattered now. This was all that mattered now. She was Superman's cocksleeve. His jizzrag. Dicksocket. Personal cum whore. Whatever he needed.

Clark Kent stood up, and Lois wrapped her legs around him. Lois Lane bounced up and down on his dick, her overstretched cunt splayed wide, the tip of his swollen prick slammed against her cervix...and Lois Lane gave an idiotic smile, as if it was the greatest sensation in the world. To be impaled on that Kryptonian cock. The more he fucked her, the more her old life faded away.

"Oh, Lois!" Clark moaned.

It was like a geyser erupted in the reporter's cunt. Her eyes bulged. Her poor stomach ached. Millions of super-sperm pushed against her merely mortal cervix. Normally, gravity would see them ooze back out of her loose cunt...but not these. She hiccuped as the semen stayed there. Fighting against her quivering sphincter. Seeping into her womb. Determined to find and penetrate her eggs.

"Just think," he said softly. "When we're married, we can make love like this every night..."

Lois Lane gave a little mewl. Her night out was over. Her life as she knew it was over...and honestly, she couldn't care less.

Clark Kent had to carry his new fiance out of the bathroom. She held her hand on her stomach, as if she could feel the sperm seeking out her eggs. Left behind, utterly forgotten, was an odd little bottle. A red hand reached out and picked it up.

"Well, that was sickeningly sweet," the demon Blaze said as she recovered the bottle. "Not quite what I'd planned. But I'm sure I can find someone else to take you home. Someone more fun to play with..."

Perhaps she did. Yet that is another story.