End: Superman Mounts Lois Lane

Later, Lois Lane would remember how he hesitated. Even though his member had swollen beyond human capacity, seemingly twice as big as moments before, inflamed a vivid purple, with ridged veins along its length, Superman exerted all of his willpower. The veins crept up his neck. His big, muscular body trembled...but though he might be **** to all of Circe's magic, against the spell of Lois Lane's pussy he had, ultimately, no defense at all.

Lois Lane squealed as his fat cock pressed against her slit. She had never burned with such need to be filled. Superman's cock pressed against Circe's fingers as he gently pushed more of his dick into his love. He grunted like a boar as he felt the hot walls of Lois Lane's cunt grip him.

Circe's ass pressed against the back of Lois Lane's head. With her butt in the air, the reporter could do nothing but squeal pitifully as Superman's prick stretched her. The reporter had laid awake many lonely nights, dreaming of this moment, of this very cock...but not like this. Not like they were a pair of animals, under Circe's control. Yet at the same time, the reporter couldn't stop her goey cunt from gripping him as hard as she could...as he began to move.

The sorceress was lost in triumph as Superman's great muscles flexed. His body was like an ancient Greek statue in motion, every muscle rippled, his eyes downcast and fixed on where his lust-swollen prick threatened to pull Lois Lane's insides out every time he withdrew, only to shove them back in with every thrust. The reporter could feel Circe's slit dribble on her neck, so excited was the sorceress at the success of her little game.

"Cum in her! Breed her!" Circe commanded fiercely. "Give the sow some piglets!"

With a deep, gutteral exclamation Superman thrust hard...Lois Lane's squeal reached a high pitch, her whole body tense as a wire, shaken with pleasure...and Circe gave out a cry of delight as she saw white cum ooze past the reporter's labia.

So obsessed was Circe with the sight that she didn't see Superman's head bow until it was too late...and the slightest, softest of taps as their heads met...

...and then the sun went out. The sand and sea disappeared, the costumes and bonds...and Lois Lane was on her hands and knees, super-spunk dripping out of her super-stuffed slit. Against the far wall, Circe lay, a dark bruise on her forehead, utterly ****.

"I'm sorry Lois," Superman said, his voice apologetic.

She turned around to look at him...his face a mask of self-recrimination, his strong chin almost against his chest. His hands gripped her hips as a vice of steel.

"It's okay, Superman," Lois said, as she smiled. "I mean, I always hoped...one day. Maybe when we get out of here, we can go on a proper date or something..."

He gave a sad smile...and then his cock flexed inside of Lois, and the reporter gasped.

"I hope that too, Lois," he said. "But that's not what I mean. When a Kryptonian mates, it's not just the one time. I'm afraid I'll need to ejaculate at least nine or ten more times before I go soft again."

Her eyes widened as she grasped his meaning. Then he started to move. His hands roamed over her body now. Grasped her breasts. Knelt down to kiss her neck. All the while, Lois knew, his sperm swam around inside her pussy. Nine or ten more ejaculations like that, as she might really drop a little for him.

That was how Lois Lane's night out ended. Dribbles of Kryptonian cum ran down her thighs, her pussy pushed to its limit, the enchanted lust inspired by Circe spent in her once-tight twat as Superman's steely shaft turned it into his own personal gaping gash.

"The easier to fuck you with, my dear," Lois murmured to herself....and then closed her eyes as the first of many fiery waves crashed over her body.