End: Superboy Fucks Lois Lane

Superboy swallowed. In all of his twenty years, he had dreamed of having sex with a woman...and he'd always been attracted to Lois Lane...yet a part of him couldn't believe that someone that looked so much like her was here, spreading her pussy apart, those big titties heaving, begging for his cock!

Is this really okay? His heart pounded inside his chest as her heels drummed on his back, dragging his dick closer to her. I mean, I know she must be a sex worker that Lex hired, but...

There was a doubt inside of him. Connor knew what Lex Luthor was capable of, and this woman below him did look a lot like Lois Lane. Could the old man have really turned the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter into a sex-starved bimbo just so his "son" could lose his virginity? That would be...evil...

The tip of his cock touched her pussy...and despite his near-invulnerability, Connor gasped. It was warm...wet...and seemed to suck him in. The bimbo moaned softly as the pressure on his ass increased, pulling him all the way inside of her.

"Soo-per..." she whispered, as his cock was fully embedded inside of her. Lois raised her hands and gripped his broad, muscular shoulders...not as big and strong as Superman's, but then Connor had not yet hit his full growth. She raised herself up, pressing her swollen breasts against his broad chest. "Sokay...cum in me..."

It was the most coherent thing Lois had said since her bimbofication...and if it was a sign of returning intelligence, or just a trick of her brain in putting the right words in the right order...it removed whatever last lingering qualm that held Superboy back.

His hips plunged up and down. Connor's mouth covered Lois Lane's own, his tongue pushing inside of her. Legs clamped tight on his rutting backside, toes curling, her nails digging into that nigh-invulnerable back, Lois heaved and bucked in time with his rapid thrusts. There was nothing of art to it, no great sex-skill developed over years of sexual encounters...just the frantic, pounding need for Superboy to bury his dick deep in this luscious cunt, and Lois Lane's equally **** need to squeeze the cum out of that plunging shaft, to squish her tits against him.

It wasn't long before Connor was grunting, a line of liquid fire burning the whole length of his dick, exploding deep inside of her...and if his tactile telekinesis felt along the length of that hot channel and pried open the cervix so those super-sperm poured straight into the reporter's receptive cunny like in some bad hentai manga...well, accidents happen.

Nor were either of them done.

The night died as their moans and grunts echoed from the penthouse suite...and the longer they fucked, the more Lois Lane came back to herself. Not all at once, but bit by bit as she wrapped her tits around that swollen shaft and sucked at his great purple mushroom tip, or as Connor gently worked a saliva-slick finger into her asshole, utterly enraptured by how his cum dripped from her cunny as her ass sucked him in.

By dawn, the reporter was exhausted...happy...and riding Superboy's cock as he floated a foot off the bed. The rising sun shown over her shoulder, and Lois smiled a little as the sunlight hit his face. There was dried cum and cunny-juice in his short, spiky hair.

"Hey," she said, no more of the bimbo-voice left. She squeezed her cunny. He was pushing rope, but his hips were still shaking, as though he had one more load for her thirsty pussy. "How do you feel?"

"Super," he said, with an answering smile. "Like a man."

"Super-stud, is more like it," she said, and ruffled his hair. Bent down to kiss his lips...and felt that last, shudder as he pushed a final waterly load into her overflowing fuckhole.

"I have to ask. Are you really...Lois Lane?"

The reporter smiled. She hefted one of her new breasts. "I'm a little bigger than I was when I started my night out, but yes. I'm the real Lois Lane. Luthor..."

His eyes wavered, mouth grew taut.

"Oh no. Miss Lane, I'm so sorry, I..."

"Shhh," she tapped his lips with a finger. "It's okay. I had a great time last night. And you can call me Lois from now on. Because I think we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other."

There would be serious conversations later. Luthor would have to answer for his Kryptonite experiments, women would need to be rescued, tests taken, new bras bought, dates planned, awkward conversations with Superman and others...but that was in the future. Right now, Superboy had made his mark; and Lois Lane was happy that it had been inside of her.

It was a brand new day, full of amazing possibilities.