Lois Wants To See Blaze Fuck Superman

They went to Lois Lane's apartment. Blaze didn't really have a place of her own, outside of the bar, and Clark Kent didn't have an enema kit. So they took turns in the bathroom, showering and cleaning themselves out, as Lois changed the sheets on her bed, lit a few scented candles, and...

Everybody got naked.

"Now, here's the thing," Lois said, crossing her hands in front of her breasts. "I need to see Clark take it up the ass. Not want, but need. I feel like I've waited my whole life to see him sit on a dick. So...that's how I'd like this to go. Blaze, babe, you sit on the edge of the bed. Clark, you lube up and sit on her. I'll finger myself while you do your thing, and then before you blow..."

"One small problem," Blaze said, and pointed at her flaccid cock.

"I think...I can help with that." Clark said, as he took off his glasses.

They made an odd threesome. Blaze had resumed her demon form, lean and winnowy as a greyhound, her balls and cock looking grotesquely fat on her lean frame. Clark by contrast was like a bodybuilder or athlete—smooth, well-defined muscles, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His dick would have been big compared to anyone else, but next to Blaze he was only human, and he was hairier than Lois had imagined—something else that set him apart from the inhuman smooth hairlessness of the succubus.

And Lois Lane? Thin, but human. All too human, all too plain-looking compared to these demigods. The reporter's fingers combed through her carefully-trimmed pubic hair, her other hand pinching a nipple as Superman bent forward to suck his very first cock.

"I'll bet you practiced," Lois said out loud as his mouth closed over the tip. "I'll bet you sat there at night with a dildo, and imagined sucking a real cock. Letting your tongue run over the bottom just like that. You have super-senses, you probably know when every man around you gets a hard-on. I can just imagine you in the restroom, able to smell everybody that jerked off in there since the last time it was cleaned...knowing when some people's cocks stank of pussy and others of ass...did that get you hard? Thinking about all that?"

Clark said nothing, but his head bobbed, Blaze leaning back to let him go to work, her thick shaft growing harder and harder...and he wasn't trying to deep throat it, no, just working the head until it was a towering erection. Between his own legs, Superman had a seven-inch cock, longer than the human norm...but right now, Blaze's cock was ten inches, and nearly twice as thick.

Lois Lane's whole face was aflame as she rubbed her slit.

"Turn around," Lois ordered, her violet eyes drinking in every detail. "I want to see you sit on that cock. I want to see her split you open..."

Wiping his chin, Clark stood up...and turned around. Blaze stayed stock still as he levitated into the air...coming down on the edge of the bed, astride the demon's knees. His ass sank down in a squat, and Superman reached back with both hands...one behind him, to touch his hole, and the other to grab Blaze's dick and guide it toward his well-lubed butt.

Lois saw him close his eyes as they first made contact. He breathed out, slowly, and pressed...an anus that could crush coal into diamonds consciously relaxing...but Lois knew Superman was **** to magic, and Blaze was magic.

There was a momentary frown as the cockhead slipped inside, his own dick surprisingly hard.

"Easy," Blaze said. "Go slow. I can tell this isn't the first time you've had something up there, but relax. It's not a race..."

The reporter shuddered, her whole body quivering as she saw Clark sink down...and the fat crimson cock squeezed into the tight little hole, slowly spreading it apart...and the reporter's fingers worked almost mechanically at her own pussy.

"Uggh," Clark said, as a bead of white dribbled out of the head of his dick.

"That's your prostate," the demon said soothingly. "Feels good, doesn't it? Not like cumming regularly at all. Just like it's **** out of you."

Which is when Lois knew she wasn't a voyeur. She stumbled toward the bed, determined to take part.