End: Superman Flies Up The Missile's Tailpipe

They had thought of every way a person might disassemble or disarm the nuke. Sensors that would detect attempts to reroute it. Anti-tamper circuits would set it off if heat vision burned through panels to access the sensitive electronics. As the nuclear missile climbed higher and higher, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter impaled on its tip, it looked like there was no hope for Lois Lane or Metropolis.

Yet for all that they had thought of everything possible, they had not reckoned with that which was impossible.

Lois Lane, gulping as the air thinned and shivering in the cold, her gigantic cunt splayed tight against the missile by its moment, saw Superman as a crimson blur...aimed not at the missile's tip with its deadly payload, but for its blazing rocket-trail.

She could not see him fly into that blazing thruster. But she felt the vibration as he burst through the fuel tank. The missile wobbled as it suddenly lost thrust, but the Man of Steel, covered with burning rocket-fuel, climbed straight through the guts of the missile. X-ray vision found every anti-tamper circuit, which was aimed at attacks from without, not from within. As the momentum stalled, and Lois felt that sudden moment of weightlessness, Superman's hands dislodged the core of nuclear material from within its covering of more conventional explosives.

Fear ran through Lois as the missile began to fall. Pieces of it fell off, small explosions burst beneath her, and the helpless, naked reporter screamed as each one seemed to be transmitted through the metal appendage to her pussy.

She wasn't sure there was a word for climaxing as falling to her **** while being penetrated by an exploding rocket. Yet she suspected that if anyone ever became aware of this, she would be the subject of envy for the entire internet.

Then superhuman fingers burst through the tip of the missile...and Lois Lane yelped as her bonds fell away, the metal tip fell out of her cavernous cut, and a very familiar arm grabbed her about the midsection.

"Sorry about that Lois," Superman said cheerfully. "Just a moment."

They spun in midair, so swiftly that the air burst from the reporter's lungs...and then she saw the metal sphere that was the core of the nuclear weapon flying away, moving in a straight line toward the dawning sun.

He held her there as his heat-vision flashed, reducing the missile's debris into a fine, red-hot mist, which was swiftly carried away by the wind...and then they were alone, far above Metropolis.

Instinctively, Lois slipped her feet behind Superman's knees. She held onto his muscular arm with both hands, her small breasts resting on her forearm, pink nipples stiff as diamonds. Her breath fogged the air...and she felt something press against her ass. With his free arm, Superman drew his cape around the naked woman.

"We should get you checked out at the hospital," Superman said. "You might have been exposed to some radiation, or be suffering from altitude sickness, or..."

"Fuck me," Lois Lane said.

"...what?" Superman's breath was warm on the back of her neck. Lois reached down with her right arm to try and free his super-prick from his red pants.

"It's been a long night, I almost died, my pussy is wet, and I need you in me!" Lois said firmly...and it was more than the chill air that caught her breath as she felt Superman's cock.

Lois Lane wasn't a size queen by inclination. Not really. Some of her better lovers had been on the longer side, and like many women she appreciated an extra bit of girth for the added stimulation, but it wasn't until tonight that Lois Lane's pussy had grown to the point where she absolutely, desperately, needed a plus-size schlong...something that would put normal men with their five inches to utter and complete shame.

What made her words **** in her mouth and her heart suddenly beat faster was the fact that her hand, in trying to encompass Superman's dick, could not reach all the way around the head. It was a cock made for a pussy like hers, and as she guided her cunt to its throbbing majesty, a part of Lois Lane that had always held a torch for the Man of Steel finally pledged its eternal and undying loyalty to this cock.

Intellectually, Lois Lane knew that the cock didn't jam straight into the back of her womb. She knew that her cervix was still in there, and that if his head hit it with the **** of a sledgehammer it would hurt. Yet as she slid down onto his dick, flexing her naked body against him, sliding up and down on that cock, Lois imagined it pushing straight through as though it was going to inseminate her fallopian tubes directly.

It was a side of Lois Lane that Superman had never seen before, even though he had heard her every night she masturbated, had smelled her pussy every day at the Daily Planet, had memorized every inch of her internal anatomy with his X-ray vision. Superman thought he knew Lois Lane...yet he had never heard her moan like a whore, and never felt her superhumanly massive slit squeeze his schlong, felt the heat of her body rise and rise as she ground herself against him...

...and there was something incredible to him about the way she came and came and came, as they slowly descended through the clouds, until his boots touched the balcony of her apartment.

The woman, covered in cold sweat, that hung off his dick seemed scarcely human. Her eyes rolled up in her head, her tongue hung out. Superman caught a glimpse of her distended pussy, stretched out by the inhuman prick her normally kept concealed in his shorts, and felt an **** shivered through his body.He could actually see the shape of his dick distend her abdomen, and his red shorts had slipped down to expose his dangling testes, that had swollen during sex.

In a moment of lucidity, Lois saw herself in the mirror...and she grinned savagely.

"Don't you...dare...cum anywhere except inside me!"

He really did need to get Lois to a hospital. Superman knew that. Yet he had never in his life been able to ignore the plea of a soul in need.

Lois Lane's night out was a night of firsts for her. A night when everything changed, and nothing would be the same again. The night when she finally got her hooks into the Man of Steel...and as a liquid heat filled her deepest depths, and he groaned like a cannon being unloaded, she did not care, right then, what the consequences might be...or what Lex Luthor had been up to, or where the missing women went.

All that would sort itself out. Right now, Lois Lane was getting the most massive, fulfilling creampie of her life...and unlike every other time some man had spent inside of her, she screamed and howled and bucked as if every firework in Metropolis went off in her brain at once, her whole body locking tight as that Kryptonian cuntload filled every nook and cranny of her scientifically augmented pussy.