Epilogue: Lois Lane, Anal Addict

Okay, Lane, Lois thought to herself. How are you going to get someone to fuck your ass?

It was a thought that had been building inside of the reporter's brain for weeks after her night out. She wasn't sure what had happened—she had apparently drunk too much and suffered an alcoholic blackout—but she knew that since that night, the need to stick things up her butt had almost become an obsession. For the first couple of days, she had been fine with her fingers...and then she had started playing with things around the house. Hairbrushes. Spoons. Cucumbers.

The limit had come when Lois had run out of lube and poured half a bottle of olive oil into her ass while trying to sit on the plunger. The pain when it had stabbed a little too deep...and the blood that spotted the toilet paper...had put her off of anal sex.

For about two days.

Two days of reading everything she could about it. Watching instructional videos. Ordering lubes and sex toys off the internet.

Two weeks after her night out, Lois Lane had worked up the courage to actually war a butt plug into work. Just a small, smooth, metal egg, a comforting mass in her colon that helped her get through the working day...and it soon became an everyday thing. At night, working on her articles, Lois sat on a thick plug or a nice long dildo. It was just so much easier to think when she had something in her butt.

By the third week, Lois was falling asleep plugged. A little extra cleaning in the morning, but it seemed to help her sleep. She had a shelf where she lined up her toys by size, picking out which she would wear to work, which she would wear to bed...matching the color with her panties...and it still wasn't enough.

It wasn't real.

The reporter chewed her lip and rocked back and forth on her chair, just to feel today's plug...a modest two inches in diameter at the thickest, and four inches long...move inside of her. She needed a cock. A real cock. Needed to feel something hot and warm and living inside her gaping butthole. Feel the jizz spurt deep into her guts.

Which is when Clark Kent knocked on her cubicle. Lois spun around, grateful for the distraction. He met her smile with his own.

"I was headed out for some Thai food after work," he said. "Care to join me?"

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter stared up at Clark Kent. He was taller than she was...broad and muscular at the shoulder. How he tended to fade into the background she didn't know, but beneath that ill-fitting suit she could still make out the muscles of the college linebacker who hadn't gone to fat or balding like so many athletes did who didn't go pro. More than that, she thought about him on the farm...oiled and sweaty...and how big and hard his cock must have been...might still be...

"Smallville," she said with a sultry smile. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

Color rushed to his cheeks, and her smile grew wider. He was so innocent. She wondered briefly if he had ever had sex...but then, maybe she could use that. Clark was so sweet, after all. If she could just get him in bed without scaring him away...

The reporter told herself she wasn't doing this just out of desperation as she stood up and straightened his tie for him.

"Five o'clock sharp, Clark. Don't keep me waiting."

He knew a restaurant where Lois had never been. The family were first-generation immigrants, and he spoke to them in their own language. The woman who owned the place made a big fuss about them, gave them a booth near the back, brought out plates of green curry and nam tok mu, phad thai and brown rice. It was the best Thai food Lois Lane had ever had, and washed down with small cups of a rice wine called salo, though Clark stuck to tea.

During the meal, Lois let her foot rub against Clark's leg under the table. Maybe it was the ****, but a pleasant warmth filled her. They chatted about work, the stories they had been researching. They had always been friends, but now Lois was wondering about other aspects of his life...

"Smallville...I don't want to be forward but...what do you think about sex?" she said.

He blushed. Clark Kent hadn't broken a sweat despite the spiciest food that the restaurant had to offer, but now she could almost imagine a touch of perspiration at his temples.

"Well, I'm in favor of it," he said. "Although personally, I'd rather reserve it for...someone I really care about."

It was a sappy line...but somehow, Lois felt a throb inside her heart. The toe of her foot slid up to his knee.

"I...know what you mean," she said. "I haven't been with anyone in a long time. I've tried a few things to take the edge off, but I miss that...personal connection. I don't want to just have meaningless sex. I want to make love to someone. A friend. Or...more than a friend."

She stared him in the eye...and then let her toe slide down his thigh. It touched something there.

"Clark, I don't want to be too forward but...would you like to come back my place?" Perspiration dripped off the reporter's face, and she knew it wasn't just the Thai food that made her nervous and sweaty. "I don't want to be alone tonight."

He hesitated. Eyes wary. "Lois...are you sure?"

"Do you love me?"

The words came out before Lois could think about what she was saying. Something about his hesitation had shifted her into interview mode, and though the plug burned in her butthole, she desperately wanted, needed to know, right now...

"I've always loved you," he said quietly. "From the first."

"Just, um, give me a few minutes in the bathroom," Lois said hurriedly as she left Clark Kent standing in her bedroom.

Mentally, Lois Lane cursed herself. Her place was a mess, the bed unmade, the laundry hamper overflowing with her dirty panties on top, dishes in the sink...and, as she pulled the sticky plug from her ass and tossed it into the shower and turned on the water, she realized there was an entire shelf of sex toys arranged by size for his inspection.

The reporter dug out the enema kit and began to fill the plunger. She gritted her teeth, utterly committed and excited as she cleaned herself out...which was less difficult than she imagined as the Thai food burned through her quickly. A few toilet flushes later and then she was in the shower to wash off the sweat...a quick scrape with the safety razor to get rid of any pesky hairs around her butthole or labia...then towel dry, hairdryer, a sprinkle of perfume...

It was about forty-five minutes when Lois Lane emerged, completely naked...and then her heart dropped as she looked around and realized the apartment was empty.

Clark Kent was gone.

Tears filled her eyes. She trembled in sexual denial and frustration. A part of her wanted to scream...

...and then the balcony door opened and shut, and Clark Stepped back in.

Without his glasses. A single black S-curl draped across his forehead. He buttoned the top of his shirt, but Lois had already caught a glimpse of blue cloth...and then he stopped and stared, realized she was naked...and the reporter threw her arms around him and buried her head in his chest. Unable to stop the tears that came. Awkwardly, his big arms closed around her.

"I thought you'd left," she said, in between sniffles.

"I just stepped out for a minute, there was a siren...an, um, apartment fire on the lower east side..."

They held each other awkwardly for a minute. Then she raised her head up to stare at him.

"Clark? I want...I want us to be honest with each other," Lois sniffed, and wiped her eyes. "I...I'm addicted to anal sex. I can't stop thinking about it. But I've never...I've never done it with anyone else, and I thought tonight that you might..."

His head dipped. Their lips met. Hesitantly at first, and then with more passion as their lips slowly opened, tongues touched, explored. His hands crawled over her back, and clutched her more tightly to him. She could feel his super-manhood press into her belly.

When they broke the kiss, he told her: "I'd love to."

She pulled most of the bedding off, as he took off his clothes, carefully folded them and set them aside. He let her see him in his costume...and then that came off too. Undressed, he was everything she had hoped for. Massive pectorals with a manly covering of hair, and a narrow waist with well-defined abs. Biceps and thighs looked like they had been sculpted for the statues of Hercules in ancient Greece...and between his legs.

Lois Lane couldn't tell if Superman was a grower or a shower, because she never saw him when he was not hard...and the one-eyed snake that faced her was stiff as a steel bar, as thick as her wrist, bending slightly upwards, with a smooth, rounded tip that reminded her nothing so much as the prow of a submarine.

He let her pour the lube on it. The cock was warmer than she had thought...actually hot in his hands. The testicles beneath were of regular size, but looked almost comically small compared to the foot-long erection that jutted out proudly from his body.

"Great Caesar's ghost, Clark," she said in awe as she worshipped it with her hands. "Where do you hide it?"

"It's difficult, when I'm around you," he said quietly. Then his voice changed in pitch and tone. "Get on the bed, on all fours. Stick your ass in the air."

It was like her father the general giving a command to the troops and expecting instant obedience. Lois assumed the position instantly, almost quivering in anticipation. SHe didn't care if it tore her in two, she needed to feel that...

"...oh!" Lois exclaimed as his tongue lapped her anus. In truth, Lois had been a little conscientious of how ugly her asshole must be after weeks of ****...but Clark Ken gently pried her cheeks apart and his tongue and lips began to work on her, and it was all Lois Lane could do to not moan like a bitch in heat as he slathered and slurped, his big strong tongue effortlessly pushing through her anal ring to taste her ass...and Lois felt her pussy drip and her ass heat up. Tears came to her eyes as she remembered all the anal sessions of the last few weeks, and nothing had prepared her for this. There was nothing like the real thing.

His thumbs pressed into her anus yet. The tight hole spread wide as he gently stretched her open, and though Lois instinctively tried to close it, she found she could not. He was too strong...and she was utterly helpless in his power. Her heart thundered in her chest, and she found herself squeezing her toes and working the muscles in her buttocks and thighs as he slowly stretched her out, more and more, wider and wider...and the little moans that came from her lips seemed to encourage him, until Lois was sure her sphincter was about to snap.

Then the head of his well-lubed cock pressed against her entrance...and it sank in, almost without resistance. All at once, in one slow thrust. Deeper and deeper than anything Lois had experienced since the episode with the plunger, her violet eyes grew wider and wider, small guttural sounds issued from her throat, and she swore she could feel a tightness deep inside...a moment of resistance...and then with a gagging hiss, she felt him bottom out inside of her.

Lois Lane had seen women take a forearm up to the elbow in their ass. Now, she imagined she knew how that felt like.

"Lois," Clark said softly. "You don't have to answer me right now, but...I want you to marry me."

He leaned his weight on her, and the reporter's legs collapsed. She was pinned to the bed, her ass absolutely stuffed full of that super-cock...utterly powerless as her anus was remolded into a gaping fuckhole, a lock which only one key could fit, like his Fortress of Solitude. Somehow, she found her voice.

"Of...of course...oh fuck, my ass..."

"Absolutely," he said, and as the cock began to pull back, threatening to take half of the reporter's guts with it, Lois Lane realized that he had taken her exclamation for a request...and then there was nothing else for it but a bowel-blasting scrum as Lois held on for dear life as her super-lover carefully, almost methodically ruined her asshole for all other men. Her pussy squirted out with each thrust, her ass-cheeks screamed whenever he bottomed out, and Lois hung white-knuckle to the headboard as he pounded her hard and fast and for what felt like the rest of the night...until at last, after Lois felt like all the strength had left her body, he gave a grunt...and something hot as a burning brand burst inside of her.

The cuddled, his big arms around her, the cock still plugged into her butt. She wasn't sure she ever wanted to leave. Her hips ached, and her ass was numb.

"Can we stay like this, for a little while?" she mumbled.

"All night," he said.

So they did.