Epilogue: Her Hot Date With Superman

Life went back to normal. Which for Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter, meant back to her job of exposing criminals and the corrupt, getting captured by supervillains, and rescued by Superman. She made the connection, all too late, between Superman and Clark Kent. One too many kisses led to a date...then multiple dates...and that magical night, a candlelit dinner for two atop the Daily Planet building where he got down on one knee and...

She wanted to tell him yes. Staring down at those earnest blue eyes, she could see the hope in his face, the love and adoration. Yet Lois had to wrap her hands around his hand that held the ring-box and tell him the truth.

"Superman...Clark. Before I answer you...I have to confess something. You see, a couple of months ago, there was a little incident and..."

She took a deep breath, sighed and stepped back. Reached under her skirt to grasp her panties.

"Look, it's easier to just show you."

Lois Lane stepped out of her panties and lifted her skirt. She blushed, turning aside, knowing he would be disgusted by her dick.

What she wasn't expected was to feel his hands gently lift it up. Her eyes shot open wide.

"Lois," Superman said, on his knees. "I know. I've known something was different ever since it happened. I could smell the difference...hear it swish in your skirts when you didn't wear panties...caught glimpses of it with my X-ray vision..."

The reporter knew she should be shocked that Superman had known all this time and never said anything.

"But...you're okay with that? You don't think I'm a freak?"

Superman slid his finger into the pussy hidden behind and beneath the dangling cock, which immediately began to swell and harden to its full eight inches.

"You're not a freak, Lois. You're beautiful."

Then he knelt forward, mouth open. She pulled back, but not fast enough.

"Clark, what are do...oh!" Lois Lane's violet eyes got big as his super-mouth closed over her throbbing cockhead. His finger delved a little deeper inside her pussy, seeking, exploring, and he bobbed his head back and forth, taking her cock a little deeper each time...being so gentle and yet sucking so hard that it almost hurt. She let go of her skirt and grasped his head, struggling with whether to try and pull out or push it deeper as it hit the back of his throat...and then the throat opened and he swallowed her.

His nose nuzzled against her crotch, buried in her trim patch of pubic hair. His finger began to move inside of her, up and down, and she was wet and ready, but unable to focus on anything except the impossible tightness of his throat, the heat wrapped around her cock like nothing she had felt in months. Masturbation at home with her own hands was nothing like this, and her hips were already bucking as she instinctively tried to fuck his invulnerable face.

Minutes went by, as though they were the only ones in the world, the wind ripping past...and she could feel it building inside of her, the hidden gonads pumping her reservoir full, and though Lois knew she should pull out, the Man of Steel wouldn't let her. Moaning and swearing, hips grinding against him, hands mussing that perfect black hair, Lois Lane became the first in history to blow her load down Superman's throat...and the Kryptonian swallowed it all, fingering her gently all the while, coaxing her orgasm on until she was utterly spent, drained...and still horny.

Finally, the vacuum pressure slackened and she stepped back, her cock swollen red, the purple head like a great mushroom tip...and she knew there was only one thing to say.

"Take off your pants."

He pulled the red shorts down and freed his own dick...nothing to sneer at, but a little shorter, a little thinner than her own...and he didn't resist as she pushed him down onto the roof, pulling her skirts up so that she could guide that hard prick into her pussy...and sank down with a grunt and a sigh of relief at the first cock she'd had inside of her since she had gained a cock, all those months ago.

Her hips rose and fell, riding him gently, feeling how big and stiff he was inside of her.

"Are you really...okay with me like this?" She asked.

In answer, Superman grabbed her half-hard cock with his right hand...and began to jerk her off, right as he was fucking her cunny. They moved together, hips gently slamming and grinding, his hand stroking her cock from the purple glans all the way down to where it merged where her clitoris should be and back again. Better at stroking her cock than she herself was, though a part of that wondered if it was because he'd had more practice.

Lois Lane had been fucked many times, had sex with many people, yet as her hand sought out his, their fingers twining together, she knew this was the first time she had ever made love...and as she moved faster, squeezed her pussy. His raw, unprotected cock plunged deep inside of her, and she wanted it. Wanted it as much as she wanted his hand stroking her own dick. She wanted to feel him cum inside of her, to make her, to make her his own...

"Cum in me," she said.

"You first."

She opened her eyes and saw him smile...and she smiled back. Lois shifted her stance, letting go and leaning back and supporting her upper body weight on her hands. Her hips bucked, and he held his hand there, so that when she moved forward her cock was sliding through the tight tunnel of his hand, and her pussy rode up and down on his dick. With increasingly frantic motions she fucked her on his steel-hard shaft while fucking his own hands...and minutes went by as she felt herself recharge, the pent up jizz boiling at the base of her dick, and she glimpsed his own face was red...flushed...eager...excited...waiting...

Lois Lane's cry shattered the night as white sticky ropes of cum splattered the s-shield on Superman's chest...and then his hips began to move, shoving his cock in hard and deep, and even as she squeezed the last drop of dribbling up out over his fingers, he punched deep inside of her.

White light seemed to fill Lois Lane's entire being. It was too much cum, too much sudden pressure and heat. Like turning a faucet on inside of her cunt, an absolute explosion of cum that sent shockwaves throughout her entire being...and she collapsed onto his dick, reeling in the saddle, cervix suddenly aching as the shock began to wear off. It felt like she had been kicked in the womb by a mule...

And God help me, I want to feel it again, she told herself.

Superman held up the ring. Laying there, her jizz drying on his chest, on the very symbol of his house, his cum dribbling out of her cunt, he asked her again.

"Of course I'll marry you," she said, leaning forward so that she could press her tongue into his mouth, and taste her own cum there.