I Wish I Was Somewhere Else!

The jizz-djinn stared cooly at the reporter as fingers pressed at the reporter's pussy.

"I may only fulfill sexual wishes..." The cum genie said.

"Fine...fine!" Lois said, tossing her head to keep her mouth free from pussy for a moment. "I wish I was somewhere else...fucking Superman!"

It was stupid, and Lois realized that the moment it was out of her mouth. Still, she knew Superman. He had saved her dozens, maybe hundreds of times. If there was one human being she felt she could trust with a magical compulsion to fuck her, it was the Man of Steel.

Thunder cracked, and Lois Lane was falling through the air.

Naked.

Into the middle of a packed Metropolis stadium.

Jumbo screens lit up all around, showcasing the nude reporter as she fell.

The crowd rose as one, pointing at the sky.

It was a bird...a plane...no...

She turned around in the air and saw him coming toward her, flying swifter than she was falling to rescue her.

His cock was out, a rigid bar of flesh, oddly sleek and aerodynamic.

He looked awfully big.

Lois felt him enter her, a penis more powerful than a locomotive sliding into her wet slit with more strength than any of the woman could have fisted it. His arms closed around her, and her legs locked around him as he began to control their descent.

She couldn't control her hips. Holding tightly onto his shoulders and back, she began sliding her pussy up and down his Kryptonian cock, even though it felt like she was splitting herself in two with each stroke.

While fifty thousand people in the stadium—and who knew how many thousands more streaming the game on the internet or viewing it on cable—watched.

"Lois," Superman said. "I...uh..."

"I know," she said, clinging to him tightly as he slowed to a halt in midair. "I can explain. But right now..."