Epilogue: You May Felch The Bride

Lois Lane wore no pants to the wedding. White stockings and garters. Hungry eyes followed her down the aisle. All the men from work...and a few of their friends. Clark Kent stood by the altar, handsome in his black tuxedo. The bride smiled at her groom through her veil.

Two of her bridesmaids held Lois down, across the altar. The line formed behind her. The first of the best men pressed his cock into her ass just as the minister found his place.

"Dearly beloved," the man said. "We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Clark Kent and Lois Lane..."

The cock slammed into Lois Lane's ass hard and fast. The first one finished before the priest had finished the preamble. Wiped his dick on her butt and stepped off to the left, so that the next could slide his cock into her wet and slimy shithole.

Lois and Clark had already signed the marriage certificate. Tomorrow they would have the official ceremony, with their family and friends. Yet Clark knew how much tonight meant to her...how much she had talked and dreamed about it. She felt so lucky to be marrying a man who would actually let this happen.

She groaned and grunted as one after another, her lovers left their loads inside of her. Lois' poor anus burned; even with extensive practice, having a train run on your ass was no easy task. She could feel the hot sperm drip out of her, runny and gooey, over her mons. The tape over the freshly-shaved pussy wasn't just for show. Lois hadn't told Clark, but she had stopped her birth control. It seemed like it was time...and the least she owed him was first crack at her unprotected pussy.

That was for the future. For now, Lois lost herself in the moment. The sweaty hands that held her pinned against the altar. The clap of hips as they humped her cheeks. The quiver of her thighs as the jizz ran down to behind her knee, feet sweaty, unable to hold back her moans, knowing that Clark was right there, watching and listening to it all. She wondered how hard he must be...

"...do you, Clark Kent, take this woman to be your own personal fuckslut, to use and to cum in, whenever you please?"

"I do," he said firmly.

"Do you swear to take care of her in sickness and in health, in heat and in frigidity, to fulfill all of her sexual desires as she shall fulfill yours?"

"I do," he said.

The last man in line stepped forward. Lois panted hard, barely able to catch her breath. A familiar little prick fumbled for a second at her sloppy shithole. It was Jimmy Olsen, of course.

"And do you, Lois Lane, take this man to be your stud?"

"I do!" she gasped as Jimmy slipped in. Immediately he began to jackhammer. For once, she hoped he was quick. Now would be a terrible time for Jimmy to finally develop some stamina.

"Do you promise to worship his cock with all your might, to be a good and dutiful slut to him, to never deny him access to your body in any way?"

"I do," she said. Jimmy pounded her so hard that she shook. His little prick was so stiff, and it felt like the jizz just sloshed around inside of her. The reporter's hole burned...and then he gave off that little squeaking gasp, and Lois but her lips as fresh load was deposited in her overflowing ass.

"Then by the power invested in me by the State of New Jersey, I name you cock and cunt," the minister said. He closed the book. "You may felch the bride."

Clark Kent circled behind her...and Lois gave a grin as she felt his big hands pry apart her ass. His tongue swirled around, to scrape the jizz of a dozen men together...and then his tongue, that marvelously strong tongue, slid inside of Lois and she moaned as she never had for any of her other lovers.

Absently, she was aware someone had lifted the veil...and then she saw the minister's prick a hair's breadth from her face.

"If you don't mind, my dear," he said gravely. "I'll take my honorarium now."

Lois opened her mouth. Behind her, Lois licked her clean. She couldn't wait to feel his cock inside of her. This was the kind of marriage a slut like her dreamed of...and she owed it all to that night out.