Lois Wakes Up In Clark Kent's Bed

What happened next was a blur to Lois Lane. She felt Superman wrap her in his cloak. Was vaguely aware of floating in the air...the rush of the wind past her face. Blissed out on the thick chocolate-flavored cum, she slipped into a troubled sleep, where she was a Bizarro-Lois in a Bizarro-World, where every pale, craggy-faced Bizarro proclaimed their undying hatred for her, and how much they didn't want to fuck her, and then they ripped off her clothes and passed her around...and then Lex Luthor was dressed as Willy Wonka and Bizarro-Lois was drowning in a river of rich, chocolately Kryptonian cum...

...and when she awoke it was to the gentle flush of the toilet.

The reporter could feel that she was naked beneath the sheets...and that the bed was cool. The sheets were clean, but she could smell his scent clinging to the pillowcase. A soft, masculine musk that she breathed in, ignoring the ache in her jaw, the sharp pain in her crotch and lower back that suggested she'd pulled muscles, maybe even torn some of the sensitive tissues down there. Yet Lois couldn't deny it had been worth it. Getting double-teamed in the alley by Superman and Bizarro was probably the key sexual experience of her entire life.

She let her eyes half-open so that she could see him emerge from the bathroom...and he was naked, except for his glasses.

How could I ever not have seen him for who he is? Lois wondered to herself. The broad shoulders and narrow waist giving him the classic bodybuilder's triangle. Huge solid slabs of muscle and visible ribs...he was built like a boxer. Her eyes followed the line of hair down from her chest, over those chiseled abs, to that monster that hung between his legs...and Lois felt her breath catch in her throat. Even soft, it was like an elephant's trunk. Between her legs was a terrible ache, as though a missing part of herself had been torn off...and Lois wanted it back.

"I'm sorry," he said, with a sad little smile as he sat on the edge of the bed. "I didn't mean to wake you."

She reached a hand out from under the covers to stroke his hairy forearm.

"Those things you said...in the alley..." Lois said.

He blushed, looking exactly like Clark Kent should look. Pushed the black plastic frames back up his nose.

"I'm so sorry about that Lois. I'm not sure what came over me. I think...we were both affected by something. Do you remember how you came to meet Bizarro? If you were exposed to any kind of kryptonite or anything?"

Lois licked her lips. She could hear him talking, but her eyes were on that python that hung between his legs. How he ever hid that in those tight red shorts was behind her ability to conceive.

"I'll tell you everything, Smallville," she promised. "Just let me...get another taste."