End: The Man of Steel Gets Hard

The cock rose...and Lois Lane felt her mouth open and begin to drool. She was fascinated as the muscles moved beneath the skin...the blue veins...the soft red tip growing and filling out, until it stood out from his body like a spear.

Lois Lane wasn't often one to describe men as beautiful, but the naked form of Superman...was like some ancient Grecian statue in flesh, with a prick drawn from her wet dreams. Except the blue eyes were kindly, and the almost-shy smile was pure Clark Kent. It made her heart flutter.

"Why don't you lay down with your head over the side of the bed," he suggested...and Lois Lane immediately took him up on it.

Her dark hair hung over the edge, and from this vantage she could see his hairless balls as they came closer, the great testes shifting with every step from those well-muscled thighs. His smell, clean and fresh, filled nose and mouth...and for the first time, Lois wondered why and how she had failed to see what was right in front of her.

I could have been fucking him this entire time, Lois realized. I could have drained this monster every day, sucked on his balls as he drank his morning coffee, rubbed that beast between my tits and let him fuck my face. Milked him into a smoothie-cup and drank his protein shake all day every day.

The tip of his dick was guided to her waiting mouth. Lois had already resolved to tell him everything about her night out...yet now, as the first taste of his pre-cum touched her tongue like the richest, darkest chocolate in her life, she knew she had to tell him more. How she couldn't live without him. How she loved him. She had to be Mrs. Clark Kent. This cock was her entire world...

...and an appreciative moan came from Superman's lips as he pressed his dick in deeper. Maybe it was the kryptonite that had made changes to her anatomy, maybe it was just that Lois had already taken this cock down her esophagus before, but she didn't feel even a flicker of gag reflex as his swollen head plunged down her throat, filling her completely, neck bulging obscenely as those great balls drew closer and closer to her eyes.

She focused on her breathing. Her mouth was filled with his cock, her tongue pinned against the floor of her mouth, lips mindlessly trying to massage the massive prick. Little air could get into her lungs, but Lois wanted it all. Not to pass out again. The reporter wanted to be awake this time, to feel that hot load of Kryptonian cum burst in her stomach.

Millimeter by millimeter, inch by inch, Superman slowly pushed forward, not wanting to hurt Lois but quivering with his own need. She reached up and grabbed the back of his legs, hoping he got the message:

Use me! Fuck my face! I'm your personal jizzbucket, and I need you to fill me up!

The hot balls pressed against her face, her node buried in heis scrotum, and Lois Lane breathed in, filling her mind with his scent...but they were on the same wavelength. They wanted the same thing.

Slowly, carefully, he began to withdraw...and then slide it back in. Lois could fel the head of his cock in her chest, pushing against the opening of her stomach. If he had been fucking her pussy, he would be battering her cervix right now. With growing confidence, he began to move faster...and then his great hands closed on her breasts, and the reporter almost screamed around his cock. Her pussy squirted, hot cunt-juice staining his sheets.

It was the first time Lois Lane had cum from sucking Superman off. The kryptonite had changed her more than she thought...

Or maybe I've always been a dick-sucking slut, and I never realized it because I never met anyone with a big enough cock, Lois rationalized.

Superman was pumping hard now. His balls slapped into Lois Lane's face. Her throat was raw where the invulnerable glans scraped her esophagus. Her stomach jumped and lurched with each thrust, and drool oozed out of the corners around her cock-stuffed mouth...and then he pressed it in deep. The head of his cock pushed past the sphincter...and Lois spasmed as something hot poured into her stomach, and she felt a fullness like she had just tasted the richest, most decadent dessert in the world.

He held it there until he was done...and then, with a sigh, he pulled his cock out. Lois stared at the meat-train that pulled past her face, amazed that all of that had been in her...and when at last only his head was left in her mouth her lips cinched and sucked, **** to take the last drop into her mouth, so as not to waste it.

The cock fell limp across her face, the warm meat like a defeated snake, and one violet eye stared up at him.

She smiled.

"Marry me," he blurted out.

She smiled wider. This was the best night out ever...