End: Superman Would Not Fuck Lois Lane

Clark Kent was too much of a boyscout for his own good. Even though he had loved and lusted after Lois Lane for years, even though she was drunk and horny enough that he could have fucked Lois any way he wanted...even though the Daily Planet's greatest reporter was thirsty for his dick—he wouldn't fuck her. Not like this.

He would, howver, let her rub her pussy over his thrick, throbbing knob like the sex-crazed monkey she was.

Blaze relived every moment of that wild, exultant moment. Clark held the reporter by his arms, and Lois bent her body, feet on those muscular thighs and legs bent almost to his chest just so that she could rub that hard, swollen prick against her hot puss. Every time Lois tried to align her cunny to squeeze it in, Superman's abs flexed and the hard cock jumped away. Lois growled with frustration...but by then, the sex-need was too much.

She couldn't stop herself from rubbing against that steel-hard shaft. Her buttocks squeezed and trembled as she desperately moved her body against that hot, slick piece of meat, marking it with her juice, precum oozing slowly out of the tip. The scent of sex filled the closet...but Superman stood there like a statue, or perhaps a puppeteer, watching Lois dance, her sensitive clit rubbing furiously against. With every **** stroke, the friction and heat built, and Lois could find herself drawing closer and closer...she stopped even moaning, only giving out animalistic grunts, swinging her body forward, using Clark Kent's arms as levers...

Until her feet slipped.

Her hips slid forward, her pussy sliding all the way along his cock until the glans pressed aup against her navel, the reporter's ass pressed against those full balls. Instinctively, her ankles crossed behind his back. Dazedly, the drunk reporter stared at the one-eyed monster...and she thought she would cum from that.

She was wrong.

Lois didn't cum until Clark did.

The cock swelled, that little extra stimulation that sent a thrill up her spine...her mouth hung open, salivating...and then she saw, as if in slow motion, his urethra seem to open...

...and the world went white.

The **** and mass of Clark Kent's pent-up cum glazed the reporter's face like a donut. Rope after rope of hot jizz stung her eyes, painted her cheeks and jaw, blocked her nostrils...and the thick, chunky nut butter gushed into her mouth, so much that Lois instinctively swallowed before she started to drown...and that did it, that pushed her over the edge. Her whole body clinched and pressed against that throbbing fuckstick, that pillar of penile perfection that she so badly wanted to penetrate her pussy...and she moaned, from deep in her soul, at the waste of all that perfectly good jizz.

Lois Lane hung there, face and chest utterly soaked, shivering, struggling to catch her breath...and that was when Blaze retracted all of her tentacles.

The reporter fell to the ground, bleeding out of every hole and orifice, dazed, confused....but a terrible voice in her her head sounded:

New plan, slut, Blaze said. I demand to fuck this Clark Kent! I must experience this cock for myself...and you will aid me!

Despite herself, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter smiled. Whatever Blaze had done to her, she hadn't delved quite deep enough into Lois Lane's brain to find out Clark Kent's other secret, besides that magnificent cock. Quickly, the reporter pushed that thought down, afraid Blaze would read it.

The reporter groggily staggered to her feet...and listened as Blaze outlined her plan. Simple, direct: the reporter would show up at Clark Kent's apartment at daybreak and entice him to the club, claiming she had a lead on the story and needed his help. She was to use all of her wiles to persuade him...and Lois nodded as the damage the demon had down to her swiftly healed.

As she left the club, still feeling as if some of the demon's black jizz was dribbling out of her inner ear, Lois smiled when she thought of what Superman would do to the demon...

...but that is another story. For now, dawn breaks over Metropolis, the city stirs to life, and Lois Lane held the bright memory of her first sexual encounter with Clark Kent in her mind, glad she could hide all the others from Blaze's predations.