End: Superman Is Waiting For Her

Cock throbbing, jizz dripping off her pulsing dick, Lois Lane stepped out into the cool Metropolis air. She shivered, and for a moment clarity seemed to flow over her, the endless maddening lust pushed back, back into the corners of her mind.

Then a shadow cross the moon, to land before her on bent knee. A familiar red cape. Blue eyes like the sky over the midwest. A tight black little curl. That shield.

"Lois?" Superman had time to say as she ran toward him.

Before he could get to his feet, the crazed reporter's hands clamped onto either side of that head, her cock jamming against his lips once, twice, three times in sobbing frustration, smearing her pre-cum over his invulnerable lips, tears running down her face as the aching, throbbing need inside of her physically pained her.

Then, almost in answer to her inarticulate cries of desperation, his lips parted.

With a cry of mingled triumph and relief thrust her dick into that warm hole, feeling her dick slide over her tongue, the swollen head bumping against his tonsils. Lois sighed the lips gently sealed around her dick, the barest fraction of his super-breath creating an almost impossible suction. She slid her cock in and out with joy, moaning like a whore at the most perfect hole she had ever stuck her cock into...and when at last she pushed it as deep as she could, her entire body tensing like a bow being drawn, she exploded into his cock...and felt, with a sense of immense gratitude and satisfaction, as the Man of Steel swallowed.

Lois felly back, the last drop of her jizz spattering against his lips. Sanity seemed to come back to her and she threw her hands up over her eyes. She landed on her ass, struggling to regain her breath, cock cold with the Kryptonian's sweat.

There was an audible gulp.

"Lois?" He asked. "What...are you..."

"Your costume—the S-shield—" She said. "He...he did something to my mind. My body. Whenever I see it, I can't...I can't control myself. I have to fuck, I have to..."

Lois broke down, rocking back and forth.

There was the sound of ripping cloth. Strong, gentle hands pulled hers away, and a ribbon of torn cape was wrapped around her eyes. He cradled the sobbing reporter to his chest...and then she felt them move, up, up and away...

"It's okay, Lois." Superman said. "It's going to be all right. We'll get through this."

She cradled herself against his chest...one hand pressed against that shield. Traced the letter S with one finger...and felt herself grown hard. The Daily Planet's greatest reporter shivered, the night drawing close to her. Lois Lane had started out this night looking for one thing...and found something very different.

What it would mean, for her and for Superman, she did not know. Yet a part of her—a hard, throbbing part of her—knew that the first taste of him would not be her last.

Yet that is another story.