End: Superman Comes In Through The Balcony

The apartment was still dark. She heard the balcony slide open. Looked up to see his figure limned in moonlight. Cape fluttered in the breeze. Then he realized she was there. His hand reached for a switch.

Lois Lane blinked in the light, half-naked, breasts covered in soapy suds. Superman coughed.

"I'm sorry Miss Lane," he said as he turned his head. "I just came to visit my friend Clark Kent. I wasn't expecting you here. Let me see if he has a shirt you can borrow..."

"Smallville, please," Lois said with an exasperated sigh. "I'm sorry I broke in here unexpectedly, but don't lie to me."

It had come to her in a flash. Why she'd never seen them together in the same place. Why Superman would just come in like this. Irritation crept up her spine as she rinsed off the towel and proceeded to wipe off her breasts.

The shoulders of Superman could hold up a mountain—but at the reporter's words, they drooped a little. She saw him, as though for the first time—and maybe it was for the first time. He smiled shyly, suddenly unguarded, and his cheeks burned.

"Sorry, I—" he said.

"No, I'm sorry," Lois said as she toweled off. Her small breasts sat on her chest like two half-teardrops, nipples stiff. She put her hands on her hips. "Here I am, invading your apartment and giving you a hard time. The truth is, I needed somewhere I felt safe...I've had such a weird night out..."

She walked toward him, and the most powerful man in the world didn't know where to look. Not even when she put her hands on his hips.

"...the least I could do is give you a proper welcome home."

Now he turned to look at her—and she loved that he looked into her eyes, not down at her funbags.

"What do you mean?"

Lois Lane grinned wickedly. She licked her lips.

"Dude. Drop your pants."

To his credit, Superman knew when to do as he was told.

She dropped onto her knees like it was the most natural thing in the world. He was so tall that his cock was just at the right level. Lois didn't even have to duck or stretch. She stared at the girthy manmeat...not too long, not too thick. Just the way she liked them. It was as if she and Superman had been made for each other.

Her tongue touched the tip of his prick. Warm to the touch. Clean. She ran it all the way up to the dark tangle of pubes that held his masculine scent, and breathed in. Savored the smell, the anticipation. A tilt of her head brought her face down so that her lips could worship his balls. Bury her nose between cock and thigh. Then to plant a series of kisses down the length...and he was already hard now. Not much of a grower, but that was all right too. Lois liked everything about his cock. The thickness, the length...just enough to stretch her, not enough to jam into her cervix. A real pussy-pleaser.

Why am I thinking like this? Lois wonder as her hands left her lap to touch those muscular thighs. The uniform felt like silk beneath her fingertips. Her mouth opened wide, lips drawn over teeth as she swallowed his round helmet. This isn't like me at all. Normally.

"Lois," Superman hissed, and for a moment he sounded just like Clark Kent. "I love you."

It wasn't nice to talk with your mouth full, and Lois Lane wasn't prepared to take her mouth off of this cock. Instead she looked up...stared past the hard six-pack, the S-shield spread across that broad muscular chest, that prominent jaw...to the blue eyes that stared at her like she was an angel on her knees.

Total, utter, complete virgin, Lois Lane realized...and her heart fluttered. Because that worked for her too. She held his gaze as she slowly took more of him into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed out as she slurped slowly, deliberately. To make a show of it. Let herself drool. Her hands rose until they gripped the base of his shaft, thumbs on the underside. Head slowly pumped back and forth.

Mine, Lois Lane thought to herself as she laid mental claim to Superman's dick.

There would come a time, near morning, when Lois and Clark lay in a tumult of bedding, satisfied as a pair of cats. The reporter would tell him about her adventures tonight, explain about the stolen book on the table. Clark would tell her about his own experiences with magic. There were things to be done then, magicians to consult, women to rescue, a dastardly demon to be defeated. Yet before that happened...

...Lois brought her mouth back, and her tongue played with his piss-hole as she kissed the tip of his dick. She could feel him tremble, a seismic rumble that presaged a major earthquake. The reporter pulled away, mouth open, tongue out, as her hands stroked him hard and fast...

...the first spurt was like a cow's teat squeezed out into a cat's mouth. A single high-pressure jet that nearly missed her face. Then it thickened, and there was so much. Rope after sticky rope erupted all over her face, into her mouth, coated her tongue and teeth, shot into her nostrils so all she could smell was the ammonia reek of his spunk.

It was bitter. Strong. Heady. Like an overripe cheese. Like sticking her head into a bucket of chlorine. Yet Lois **** herself to swallow it. To bring one hand up to her face and scrape the thick babybatter into her mouth and suck it down. Even though it squirmed and caught in her throat. She smiled up at him, and the most powerful man in the world's knees shook a little.

Because now she was his goddess.

Lois stood on shaky legs, still scraping jizz off her teeth with her tongue. One hand never left his cock, which had barely begun to soften.

"I think it would be best," Lois said, as she shifted her hips so that the head of his cock rubbed against her clit. "If you took us to bed."

There was no doubt in Lois Lan's mind that there was some diabolic **** or intelligence beyond the women who had gone missing. To the strange things that had happened tonight. She wondered if they had planned for her to take the book. Lois didn't know. Yet she doubted that they had planned this. And even if they had...

"Will you love me forever?" Lois said as she lowered herself onto Superman's clock.

"Always and forever," he whispered. Tentatively, he reached up to touch her breasts.

Lois smiled. No, she doubted anyone planned this. It was fate. Destiny.

They were made for each other.