Lois Lane Decides To Take Superman's Virginity

They were alone, in a room that looked for all the world like a Khandaq harem. Lois Lane's hand pressed against Superman's crotch. The heat, the hardness, the size...she had lost count of the nights she had dreamed they might be together. Lost count of the orgasms she had squeezed out, eyes clutched tight, hand pounding between her legs. She stared up at him, with her violet eyes.

She rose up on her toes, craned her neck...and he stooped down, pressing his lips against hers. With sudden, **** need, his hands came down on the reporter's ass, crushing her to him as their lips locked, tongues slowly exploring one another. Sharing a single breath. Feeling the heat of each other's body. The pulse of each other's heart. Lois felt herself close her eyes as she lost herself in that moment...and when they finally broke for air, they opened their eyes, and an understanding passed between them.

"Lose the clothes," she said with a smile. "And get on the bed."

Lois didn't have to tell him twice.

She took her time, enjoying the view as he shucked out of his borrowed costume and clambered onto the bed. The statues of Greek gods did not have the body that Superman did. The broad shoulders narrowing to the slim waist, the defined muscles of his pectorals and abdomen, biceps and thighs...like an old-school bodybuilder. Not one of those chiseled, steroid-driven figures that competed today, but from an older generation. The ones where the muscles looked like they came from hard work, but not machines...and there was hair on that broad chest, just the kind that Lois liked, and between his legs...

The reporter bit her lip as she shrugged out of what clothes she had left. Lois didn't like to think of herself as a size queen; she knew that it wasn't about length...but the girth on Superman's cock was like nothing she had seen on anything human. Once, Lois has slid a can of Coca-Cola into her pussy, just to test her limits...but the thick, stubby cock with its bulbous head looked thicker than that.

He was up on his elbows, the veins standing out on his prick. For a moment, Lois Lane thought about a condom...then smiled to herself. Let whatever would happen, happen. She wanted to feel that beast inside of her, raw.

Yet she didn't just stick it in right away. This was his first time...their first time, together. Lois crawled onto the bed and on all fours padded over to him. Threw one leg over his hips, and lowered her head so they could share another kiss. Pressed her pussy backward, into that column of meat, and could not repress a shiver at the heat emanating for it. Lois could feel herself leaking...but she saw a conveniently-placed bottle of lube within arm's reach, and grabbed it.

She poured the lube into her palm.

"No offense," Lois said. "But you're...really big. So let's get both of us ready."