Lois Lane's Point of View

Lois Lane liked looking at cocks. Nice ones. Nice meant big. The bigger the better. She wasn't sure when that distinction had become important to her.

Clark was at least eight inches long and thick, she knew most women would be ecstatic to have a man that big, let alone one as handsome as he with such a sexy herculean physique. But it wasn't enough for her. She had this absolutely strong deep down feeling that what she really needed was something absurdly large. Like her lust addled mind was coming up with images of thirteen-inch pricks that were so thick they were basically Godzilla-worthy cocks.

It was crazy, almost no men were built that way, it would probably be more dangerous for a man to have a prick that large than to not, evolutionary speaking.

"God, what I wouldn't give..." She said out loud, before shaking her head ruefully.

Currently, she was in her office at the Daily Planet 'hard at work'.
Her short dark hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was wearing her favorite purple jacket, with a black tank-top underneath. Her mini-skirt fit her slender hips and her figure and she had applied just a bit of mascara and eye-shadows that brought out her stunning eyes and made them sparkle. She was multi-tasking as usual at her desk, writing an article on the latest election race while at the same time researching information on one of several ongoing cases, involving a metahuman gang that was currently attempting to infiltrate the Upper South Side.

The Altos, a gang of four humans and three metahumans who had undergone experiments by the Chinese Government to increase their abilities, were fairly new in town but had already managed to build up a reputation for dealing hard **** and pulling off stunning heists.

They were also said to be targeting young girls, specifically those between the ages of 15 and 20. The number of missing persons reports fitting that criteria had risen over the past week.

It seemed that one of them had a strange stealth power that allowed them to somehow evade Superman's powerful senses. They were probably using some sort of magic or technology to block his vision. It was likely they would strike again, and soon.

It was a disturbing problem and Lois felt the urge to look at a nice cock to help her concentrate.

She flicked at her smartphone's screen and soon brought up a pic she'd found earlier of Shazam from a couple of months ago when Dr. Sivana had hit him with a beam weapon that had only managed to disintegrate his costume, leaving the very beef-cakey, very Clark-look alikey, superhero basically nude in a crowded Fawcett City thoroughfare.

Even soft, his penis nearly matched Clark's full erect length. Lois stared at that big, fat, thick, veiny, long incredibly delicious looking superhero member hanging between broad muscular thighs. Looking at this pic always made her mouth water and in no time at all, her panties were getting wet as well.

That brief glance was enough to focus her mind and she felt a renewed motivation as she cast about on the internet searching for leads. Over the next forty-five minutes, she managed to locate three likely locations for the Altos' hideout and she was soon heading out to the metro to do a little investigation...

She'd managed to narrow the possibilities down to one supposedly abandoned warehouse over the course of the afternoon and that was enough to call in the big guns or at least her husband with his Kryptonian X-ray vision to detect what she couldn't.

She knew he would be able to find what she couldn't see but... she couldn't help but feel a little bit irritated that she needed his help to get her story. It was petty and silly. There was no better way to solve the problems of the big city than sicking her husband, Superman, on to them but it definitely bothered her that she had access to basically a cheat code in him to get ahead in her profession.

She had been doing this long enough to know that feelings like this were tied directly to her self-worth and she had to remind herself that she was a good journalist, that it wasn't her fault that some people just weren't exposed to her brilliance. She was still a great reporter and would have succeeded without her super-powered husband.

Later that night, they were celebrating the successful capture of the Altos. As usual, Superman had made quick work of the small-time gang once their special stealthy member's powers had been negated by her determining their location. One of their metahumans had managed to get away in the chaos but it had otherwise been a complete success.

That night they'd celebrated in their apartment. One of the reasons Lois wasn't existentially bothered by the fact that Clark was a failure in bed was her deep heart-felt knowledge that Doctor Wayne was the right man to help them. Why after his first session with Clark, he'd managed to give her husband the technique to achieve a fully hard erection that he hadn't managed in months! True, he couldn't maintain that hardness generally and when he managed to, he prematurely ejaculated like clockwork, but it was still progress! She had full faith in the good doctor's ability to help them turn things around!

At the moment, she was wiggling her hips on the sofa, Clark was on the floor between her legs.

His head was jammed under her mini-skirt and his lips were gently sucking at her swollen labia. He'd already fucked her, lasting an impressive perhaps five minutes before shooting his quite thick and copious hot load deep inside her. The sensations hadn't been unpleasant, but they hadn't been particularly pleasant either.

It had been such a terrible, sad feeling. Her vagina just felt... bigger than Clark. That was crazy because she'd always felt such a pleasing feeling of absolute fullness in the past but now... it was like her pussy had somehow been remodeled to accommodate a much larger... person.

She moaned, moving her hips as Clark's mouth pleasured her. That he had no qualms about eating her out even with his own seed flowing freely from her cunt and into his mouth was a testament to his willingness to please her.

She looked down, watching his head move as his tongue did wonderful things along her folds. She loved him, she knew that... but...

Still, even if it wasn't quite the fulfilling experience it used to be, it felt good. It really felt good. Her legs quivered and her toes curled as she whimpered, "Ohhhh Clark!"

He stopped momentarily, looking up with his face still in her snatch. "Am I doing it right?" he asked.

She giggled. "You're doing great, honey," she reassured him. He continued, and soon enough she was creaming into his mouth. He eagerly swallowed it all as his hands held her bare hips. It wasn't a powerful orgasm but it was still an orgasm, and she sunk into the cushions of the couch, sighing deeply.