Epilogue: Big Enough For Superman

The tip of the cock slid down between the pert, muscled ass cheeks. Both of them had lubed up, slick flesh against slick flesh, and the glans rubbed against the tight little pucker like a dog nudging its favorite bone before burying it for the hundredth time. When the swollen, rubbery prickhead finally pressed against its favorite burrow, they both drew in a single, shuddering breath as the hole stretched around and up the purple head...they groaned in unison as the shaft slid into the well-used hole...and that first slow, steady thrust saw the two of them become one in a way they had never imagined a month ago, when Lois Lane had her night out.

"Great Caesar's ghost, your ass is just...super!" Lois moaned as her cock bottomed out in her lover's ass once again. Beneath her, Superman gave a wordless grunt of pure ecstasy as his ass was filled almost to bursting.

It had begun that very night, after the doctors had finally released Lois Lane from the hospital. The attraction had been instant, and mutual. There had been no more of the coy cat-and-mouse games. Both of them knew what they wanted...and both of them had found, unexpectedly, something in each other that each desperately needed. A partner, a lover...

Lois ran her nails down the broad, well-muscled back of her lover. The diamond ring on her finger was new, but no surprise to everyone in the Daily Planet office. Ever since that night, Lois Lane and Clark Kent had been a hot item, almost inseparable...and at night, quite often, they were together as far as his dedication to superheroics allowed.

The dickgirl reporter leaned down, to press her oiled-up tits into her back, the way he liked it. Her arms wrapped around him and her lips found his neck. It was so weird to be the "big spoon," to top him, when she was so much smaller and weaker...except in one, vital area.

He swore he wasn't gay. He swore that it was just that he loved Lois so much, every part of her. Yet it was always Superman that bent over and spread his clean and prepped ass, that begged for his cock, that wanted to be filled by her.

Lois let one hand slide down between his legs. Her hips humped, her dick ground inside his distended anus as her hand grabbed his own, smaller cock. Stiff and ready. She liked that about him. How excited he was when she was in him.

"Come on, Clark," she whispered as she moved her body against his, as her breasts spread the oil across his back. "Let's cum together tonight. I want a big load, all over my hand as I cum in your ass. Give mommy a big creamy load and maybe I'll let you fuck me on our wedding night..."

He was hard as steel. Her hand ran up and down his shaft in slow, even strokes in time with her cock in his ass. All the way from the balls to the tip, and her free hand reached around and found a hard nipple on those broad pecs. She could pinch as hard as she wanted and never hurt him, but she knew it turned him on even more when she bullied him verbally...he was her perfect superbitch, and they both loved it.

Across the city, Lex Luthor watched. Lois had left her laptop open, facing the bed. The tiny camera set into its frame transmitted the image straight to him. The bald villain gripped his prick with his left hand, dark shadows around his eyes as he watched Clark Kent, the reporter, the dolt, get his ass destroyed as those big tits smooshed into his back. As she jerked him off, his muscular body utterly cowed by her superior form and grace.

Lex Luthor erupted over his hand moments before the hot jizz spat out between Lois Lane's fingers, onto the bed.

"That should be me," he said, madness in his voice as he brought the cum-stained fingers up to his lips. "Damn you Lois Lane...your cock will be mine!"

He licked the cum off of his own fingers, even as Lois arched her back and blew her load deep into her fiance's bowels. She pulled out, her half-hard cock dripped with spunk, to admire the gooey fuckhole, red and raw from their lovemaking, gaping and filled with cum.

There was no sound, but Lex Luthor could read Clark Kent's lips as the prostrate man begged for the dickgirl to stuff it back in...