Lois and Clark Have Sex

Lois smiled warmly as she saw her broad-chested man enter their apartment, wearing his glasses and suit. As usual she found herself marveling at how she'd ever missed the fact that he was Super-Man. How many mild-mannered reporters looked like they could bench-press a bus?

"Hey honey! I'm home!" He said cheerfully.

She approached, cocking her head to the side and pursing her lips, "Of course, you're home. I'm looking at you... in our home." Despite her sarcastic tone she had nothing but warmth for him as she hopped up into his arms and they shared a kiss. He caught her and she wrapped her legs around his waist while they continued to kiss.

She felt his hands grasp her waist as their faces moved together. It took her a moment to notice that they had left the floor and had begun to float upward.

"God, you're such a romantic, Clark." she said wryly even as she felt herself swoon a bit inside despite herself.

Feeling plenty randy, she undid a couple buttons on her blouse to let the girls have some air as they hovered and circled through the apartment towards the balcony.

"How about we go for a flight?"

She smiled, "Why Clark, are you asking me on a date?"

He laughed, "Sure, like our first?"

"Oh yes, like old times... so hot-stuff, what color underwear am I wearing?" she said with a wink.

He looked down, "Light blue with a brown bear on them saying that he loves weekends. Are those adult panties?"

Lois screwed up her face, "Of course! They fit don't they? Shut up. They're ironic and cute!" With that she pressed the release on his shirt's cuff-buttons and allowed it to billow out around his arms.

Clark's eyes dipped down to take a quick glance at her creamy cleavage she had on display, "Well, I always knew you had a great sense of humor."

Lois ran her hand through his slicked-back hair and pulled his head towards her own. She whispered in his ear, "I'm going to let you do whatever you want to me tonight."

His pupils seemed to dilate behind his glasses, "Anything?"

She moaned softly as he continued holding her in mid-air with one arm while he used the other to caress her body, "Oh yes! Forget about flying. I want you to make love to me, Clark!"

She was so turned on she almost forgot that she was flying. Almost.

The floating didn't last. They touched down on the floor of their bedroom, Clark having changed directions in mid-flight at her words. He kissed her softly and brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "I love you, Ms. Lane."

He kissed her deeply and they could both fell themselves beginning to heat up and their heart rates quicken.

They panted as they fell slowly backwards onto the bed, Clark's ability to levitate making the movement feel surreal and almost dreamlike in quality. He was still dressed in his work pants, shirt, tie and overcoat which he shed soon after they landed.

"God, you're beautiful." she whispered as her hands explored his sinewy strapping upper body.

She bit her lip, "I wanted you the moment I met you."

He glanced to the side and then looked down at her with a lopsided grin, "Really?"

Lois smirked and spoke frankly, "Okay, I thought you were a total dweeb but I did think you were cute with a banging body..."

She took a finger and poked him in the chest, "...and that was what really sold it for me."

He let out a loud belly laugh and they continued their passion.

She straddled him and arched her back, "I want you to take me like an animal tonight."

Clark soon had her divested of her own clothing, kissing her body as he tossed aside each piece. Soon he reached her panties, and he looked up into her eyes. The bond they shared went beyond just the physical as their stares connected, and it seemed almost as if their minds were connecting too.

"I love you." He said simply.

She pulled him up to her and hugged him tightly. She whispered back, "I know."

Lois was wet and hot and plenty ready for some prime-time pumping without any need for foreplay and she communicated that to Clark. Soon enough they were kissing again and he was on top of her. Then he was pulling back, kneeling between her legs, towering over her.

He was hard and she was wet. Her eyes greedily drank in his perfect Herculean form. He was all muscle. His neck was thick, his jaw strong, and his arms bulging with power. His hands were large, but his fingers were delicate as they always had been as they clutched and gently stroked her sensitive open thighs.

Her husband had a penis that matched his stature, while long what most stood out about his manhood was the thickness. Over two inches on diameter it appeared nothing more than a fleshy tall can of soda with a head coming out of his waist, an extremely fat girthy eight inch long penis that she loved oh so much.

Still as she looked at it, she couldn't help but think it looked a bit...off? That as thick as it was, it didn't quite match her husband's outrageously muscular v-shaped torso. Did it look sort of small even in comparison to that huge brawny upper body, pecs like thick slabs of beef and bulging ferociously cut abs? And why were his testicles so absolutely... diminutive?

They were barely the size of eggs, rather than the silly idealized apple-sized balls she had in her mind's eye.

Sitting up slightly, she reached one hand out to caress and heft his balls. Not big. But whose were? And since when did she care about such things? Even so, she felt an instant cooling of her libido, even as she brought her other hand into play, holding Clark's cock in a strong grip, moving slowly up and down the shaft, "Oh, I love you baby."

He groaned a bit.

She frowned slightly even as she licked her lips. "C-Clark..." She licked her lips a second time and swallowed dryly. Sitting up she went to kiss him, but pulled back. "I...I want you...to..."

Clark could be dense about a lot of things, but this was a bright red flag for him and he carefully lined up his cock with her passage and drove himself inside.

"Ughn! Uh! Oh!" She grunted as he filled her.

Lois encircled him with her arms and legs, hugging him to her as she stared into his eyes.

He started moving on her, slowly at first, but as usual when he buried himself inside her, his instincts took over and he began thrusting faster and harder.

She moaned and whimpered as he moved upon her.

Minutes passed, long minutes passed, and Lois slowly became aware of a lessening of the pleasure his thick prick elicited in her excited pussy. She also felt him swell and thicken inside her, but now it didn't fill her quite so pleasurably. She was about to suggest they switch to a different position when Clark suddenly grunted, and his entire body went rigid with his eyes going wide as he ejaculated inside her pussy.

Normally, she came when she felt the forceful spray of Clark's load but this time his issue felt unsatisfying, weak and anemic. And she wasn't nearly as turned on as she should have been.

"Ugh...Oh...Agh..." She made a sound of disappointment as her own libido relaxed somewhat, unfulfilled never quite reaching the climax she'd been building to.

Clark's rigid body shuddered and twitched as he spent the last of his load into her. He gave her an apologetic look.

"You didn't cum, did you?" He asked.

Lois frowned at him, "No..."

Clark looked dismayed for only a mere moment before he showed off a virtuous grin, "No problem. I will not rest until you have your satisfaction, my love."

He wasn't called the Man of Steel for nothing, his prick remaining perfectly hard despite his recent orgasm.

He began to slowly pull his prick out of her, and then just as slowly he slid it back inside her tight folds.

She wrapped her legs around him and dug her nails into his shoulders as she tried to show him how much she wanted this, "Please! Please!"

He gave no verbal response, but the grin on his face told her all she needed to know.

Several hours later, they were still going at it. Clark had experienced six climaxes and to her everlasting frustration Lois had been completely unable to achieve even one badly needed and much wished for orgasm.

She was sweaty, her face was red and she felt like she was going to pass out from the building yet frustratingly never releasing pleasure in her clit as Clark dutifully plunged his thick dick into her yielding battered pussy.

It was frustrating and so, so upsetting, but Lois couldn't take it anymore, tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. But she literally couldn't take anymore. She was so... so...SO... tired. "Clark.... Clark... that's enough....."