Epilogue: Superman Likes Dickgirls

They moved to the bedroom. Lois Lane was too exhausted to do more than lie down as Clark Kent pulled off his pajamas. He stood before her like a Greek god made flesh—every muscle sculpted like a body builder's, but his skin was pale, there was hair on his chest—and his own cock, an impressive nine inches hard, looked absolutely puny next to her monster.

"Just relax, Lois," he had said as her laid her so that the dickgirl reporter's legs hung over the edge of the bed. "I'll take care of you."

He rubbed those hard pectoral muscles against her cock, all fifteen inches of Kryptonian muscles...and when he opened his mouth as if to take a bit out of an apple, Lois let out a moan. His mouth wasn't big enough to fit the whole thing in, but his hot lips and tongue slathered all over the swollen glans. She could actually feel his tongue wrestle with the cock-piercing that Lex Luthor had given her...and squeezed her eyes and shook violently as that strong tongue actually wormed its way into her urethra. It hurt so good...

There was a bottle of lube in Clark's bedside table. Lois knew she shouldn't be surprised...he was a man after all, he had to masturbate sometime. Yet she couldn't really picture him stroking himself. Curiosity burned within the reporter as Clark drizzled the slick juice all over her cock, using both hands to rub it in.

"Smallvillle..." She huffed and gasped. "Who...who do you think about, when you're jerking off?"

It was a weird question, and Lois blushed at the asking of it...and she wasn't prepared when, after a moment's hesitation, he answered.

"I think of you, Lois."

Her heart seemed to slide into her throat. Lois Lane was at a loss for words...and then he carefully pushed her back toward the middle of the bed, and climbed up.

"I'll do anything for you," he added.

Clark Kent faced her. The shadow of his cock fell across her face...and in another time, another life, she might have been scared and intimidated by the size of that stiff prick and what he could do to her. Except the slick, lubed-up pierced head of her mammoth prick was pointed straight at the tight little hole between his muscular butt-cheeks.

"Smallville...Clark," she said as she grasped what he was about to do."You can't! You...it's too big! I'll tear you in two!"

He grinned then, like a child who knows they've done something naughty. With excessive care, he took off his glasses...and a single black curl of hair fell across his forehead...and in that moment all the pieces slid into place, and Lois Lane realized whose bed she was in, and who was about to take her mammoth, impossible cock.

"I'd like to see you try."

Those perfect buttocks descended...and Lois felt the cheeks part. The tip of her swollen glans deformed as he pressed his asshole down against it. Those muscular thighs were tense, his hands were on his knees as he loomed over her. An expression came onto his face that Lois Lane had never seen before...an intensity of expression that reminded her of when he had fought some of his greatest foes...but the eyes, the sky blue eyes were so tender and filled with longing...

Lois gripped the sheets so hard she almost tore them as, the impossible **** of her cock met the unmovable object of Superman's asshole...and something gave inside the Man of Steel. Millimeter by millimeter, and then inch by inch, the tightest, strongest ass in the world opened itself up to swallow her massive erection.

Nor did he stop there.

Slowly...achingly slowly...his knees bent. Lois could feel the tug as her cock-piercing slid against his colon. Slowly and carefully, he pressed himself down, further and further. Lois Lane was breathless as she saw inch after inch of her mammoth erection disappear. His own stiff prick drooled constantly, splattering its salty pre-cum onto her stomach, the balls swollen and tense. She watched in a fascination mixed with horror and lust as a definite bulge could be distinguished, his well-defined abdominal muscles pushed out as the cock delved deeper and deeper...Lois had seen men and women in porn that could take an arm up to the elbow in their ass, but never in real life...

"How...how the hell, Smallville?" she said.

He gave her that naughty-boy smirk again.

"Let's just say...I've had a lot of practice."

The naked hero didn't elaborate. His naughty smirk split into a toothy grin...and then a rictus. Lois Lane's violet eyes widened as, with a final forceful effort, he slid the last six inches of her fifteen-inch cock into his overstretched asshole...and his balls rested warm and heavy on her stomach.

"I love you," she whispered, as she stared into his eyes.

"I love you too," he said.

Then he began to move.

His legs flexed, straightening a little and then falling back. His ass rose and fell. Lois could feel the muscle squeeze and pull at her dick. It was a heat and pressure beyond anything in her experience. The sheets tore beneath her fingernails, her hips humped weakly, but it was Superman that set the pace as he bounced up and down on her stupidly massive dick...and Lois Lane could not hold back a terrible burst of jealousy that someone else had plowed this territory, had stretched this hole, and plundered this holiest of holies. This was an ass that seemed tailor made for her cock, and Lois Lane strained and struggled as the pressure build up inside of her, at the base of her prick...and a line from the Marquis de Sade came back to her...

...but then it happened. An explosion of movement inside of her body, all the pent-up lust of her released in a single torrent. Her back arched as Superman bounced, and she roared as rope after rope of cum erupted inside of his bowels. Every thought and impulse inside of her released at once...and she felt a hot rain on her face, and opened her mouth to taste the sweet, salty seed that was erupting from his cock as her came, all over her body.

Finally, he settled himself onto his haunches as her cock slowly deflated inside of him...and exhausted as she was, she opened her eyes to watch Superman lick his own cum off his sticky fingers...and he stopped, and that look came across him of a kid with their hand stuck in a cookie jar, and he said with all seriousness:

"Marry me."

Lois Lane, whose life had been turned upside down, was not in a position to deny him anything if it meant another crack at that ass.

So she said yes.