Lois and Clark Smash

"God yes," Lois gasped, her pussy tingling with anticipation. "The thought of you jerking your cock while another man pounds me..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence as a wave of arousal washed over her. "Tear off your pants, Clark. Rip them to shreds. Show me how turned on you are.”

Aroused, Clark couldn't help but obey his love's command with no second thought.

Lois watched, her breath catching in her throat, as his fingers curled around the belt buckle. In a single, swift motion, he ripped it free, the metal snapping with a sharp crack. The fabric of his slacks, normally sturdy and reliable, yielded effortlessly under his Kryptonian grip. They tore apart like tissue paper, shredding from the waistband down to the knees in a matter of seconds.

Beneath the shredded remains of his pants, Clark's white briefs were exposed, offering a tantalizing glimpse of what lay hidden beneath. He wasted no time, his powerful fingers tearing through the flimsy material with the same ease he'd displayed with his slacks. The fabric ripped with a sharp, tearing sound, exposing his throbbing cock and balls to the cool air of their apartment.

His eight-inch thick member, a pulsating brick of flesh that stood upright between his legs like a slab of granite, was rock hard with desire. It strained against the air, veins bulging along its length as precum oozed from the tip in thick streams. His plump testicles bounced playfully against his inner thighs as they seemed to pulse with his every breath.

“Well, Clark," she drawled, her voice dripping with playful malice, "that's certainly impressive. For most men, I suppose."

The sting of her words, laced with the unspoken comparison to Dr. Wayne's incredible endowment, shot through his body like a bolt of lightning. He groaned, his cock twitching in the air as a fresh flood of precum spurted from the tip. His breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to maintain his composure, his hands clenched at his sides as he resisted the urge to stroke his throbbing shaft.

"You are such a pervert," Lois teased him in a breathless whisper as she watched his cock twitch with desire. "Getting off on the thought of watching your wife get fucked by another man... It's so dirty."

Clark groaned in pleasure at her words, his cock twitching in response. "I can't help it," he gasped, his voice a low, husky whisper. "The thought of you getting railed by him while I watch... it makes me so hard."

"No one is even touching you yet and there's all that precum leaking from that fat dick," Lois gasped, her eyes wide with wonder as she watched the steady stream of fluid oozing from his throbbing member. He’d already released more liquid onto his balls and their couch cushion than several of her previous boyfriends’ full cumshots combined, "God, you're so wet for me... Such a dirty cuckold."

"I... I am. I really am!"

Clark groaned as his cock twitched again, more precum spurting forth as her words sank in. His eyes were filled with a mixture of lust and delight as he watched her, "Dean was right... This... This is what we needed...!”

"Dean, hm? So comfortable already?" Lois teased him with a smile as she leaned back, slowly unbuttoning the top of her blouse. "What did you and him talk about, hm? How does that real man's cock compare to yours?"

"He's so big... Far bigger than I am... And I could see it just hanging there the entire time... Ten inches soft, Lois... and that wasn't even erect." The super man's voice was barely a whisper as he continued, his gaze fixed upon her as she undressed before him. "It was the biggest I've ever seen, I bet I couldn't wrap my hand around it, it was so thick. You'd love it, Lois."

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed pink as she unsnapped her lacy white bra's front clasp, exposing her pert breasts to the cool air of the apartment. Her nipples were completely hard, tiny pink bullets atop the creamy mounds of her chest. "Mmm, I bet I would," she whispered seductively, her mind racing with thoughts of that massive member. "Did you get a look at his balls too? Did you get to see those heavy cum tanks?"

Her pleated white skirt came next, slipping easily from her hips and pooling around her ankles in a silken pile. Her panties followed suit, slipping down her bare legs with little effort. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside, leaving them discarded on the floor along with the rest of their clothes. She was completely naked now, standing before her husband like an angel on earth. Her skin was smooth and flawless, the perfect mixture of soft curves and lean muscle. She was the perfect embodiment of feminine beauty and power.

"I saw them," Clark confirmed, his cock twitching visibly at the memory. "Heavy, huge testicles... I even saw all of the sperm inside them, churning away like crazy..." He paused, swallowing hard as he imagined those massive balls pumping their seed into Lois' womb. "Do you think he would... you know... inside of you?”
In a swift, fluid motion, she climbed onto him on the couch, positioning herself directly above his straining member.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. "I want him to nut inside of me, Clark... I want him to pump me full of his seed." She slid down onto his cock with practiced ease, enveloping his girth within her moist folds in a single fluid motion.

Clark moaned in pleasure as his member slid into her tight pussy, her velvety walls contracting around him in a firm embrace. "You're so wet," he groaned, his cock twitching within her depths as he struggled to maintain control. "I can feel you pulsing around me..."

"That's because I'm thinking about him," she whispered, her voice taking on a husky tone as she began to grind against him, "thinking about what it would feel like to have that huge cock buried inside of me, stretching me out..." Her eyes were filled with a mixture of desire and lust as she spoke, her mind consumed by images of the Doctor's enormous member penetrating her. "I want him to pound me into the mattress the way you do but with that huge dick of his, stretch me out and make me scream..."

Clark gasped in pleasure at the thought of Lois getting railed by the Doctor's huge cock, his own member throbbing with anticipation as he imagined how her tight pussy would look stretched around that massive shaft. "I want him to fuck you," he groaned, his hands grasping her hips tightly as she began to ride him, her pelvis grinding against his with each downward thrust. "I want to watch him use your tight little pussy the way it deserves to be used."

"It feels good, Clark," she sighed, her voice laced with a hint of amusement as she slammed down onto his thick rod again and again, her pussy contracting around him with each upward thrust of his powerful hips, ”But you know, it doesn't quite fill me the way I was hoping.”

Her playful words made his balls tingle and he looked into her eyes as she rode him, her naked body grinding against his, her pussy squeezing and milking his shaft with each thrust. She was so tight and warm, so wet and soft... It was the closest he had ever felt to another person, like they were two halves of the same whole, connected on a level that transcended words.

"Maybe you should try a bit harder," she purred, "Imagine you're Dr. Wayne, filling me up completely." She clenched her pussy around him, her velvety walls massaging his cock with every thrust, her inner muscles squeezing and pulsing as she rocked her hips against his. "I bet he could satisfy me," she sighed, her voice filled with a mixture of desire and longing. "I bet he could really fill me up the way you can't."

Clark moaned in pleasure as her words sank in, his cock throbbing within her tight depths as he imagined Dean's huge member plowing into her from behind, "I'm sure he could," Clark gasped, "I'm sure he could satisfy you more than I ever could." He struggled to maintain control as she rode him, her pelvis grinding against his as she thrust herself down onto his girth, her pussy milking his shaft with each downward thrust.
Lois could feel him swelling within her, his fat plug of a cock twitching and pulsing as it threatened to erupt at any moment.

So she froze with him buried deep within her, denying him more sensation for the moment.
Clark let out a low whine of frustration at the sudden cessation of stimulation, his cock throbbing desperately as it tried to push deeper into the warmth of her inviting pussy. "Lois," he gasped, his eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and desire as he gazed up at her, "please... please don't stop... I need it..."

"Tear it off," she commanded, playing a finger across his shirt her voice laced with a hint of playful cruelty. "I want to see all of you."

Without hesitation, Clark obeyed. His powerful hands ripped through the fabric of his shirt, exposing his massively muscled torso. The veins in his arms bulged as he flexed, the raw power of his Kryptonian physique on full display. He looked up at her with pleading eyes, his throbbing cock still buried deep inside of her.

"Nope!", she smirked down at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of lust and amusement as her hands, cool and smooth, landed on his expansive chest, her fingers tracing the defined lines of his musculature, "You're just my big muscly dildo, and dildos don't cum, do they, small ville?"

The thrill of dominating Clark was unlike anything Lois had ever experienced before, the sheer power she wielded over him was intoxicating. "They're just there to fuck, aren't they? To satisfy a woman's needs..." She ground down against him, her pussy clenching around him tightly as she slid her hips along his length, "... to tide her over until she can get fucked by a real man."

The toothy smile that broke out on Clark's face was one that Lois knew all too well and kind of clashed with the cuckolded nature of this situation. A Superman smile if you will, it was that goody two-shoes, small-town boy beaming grin that he only ever brought out when things were going exceptionally well. The one that made all the people coo at him for his wholesome charm.

It told her he knew what she was doing and agreed whole heartedly in the earnest desire to hold back his release and pleasure her and sate her every desire. "Yes ma'am! One super dildo at your service!"

Oh! And yes. Superman couldn’t truly be cuckolded because of how wholesome and happy it makes him to be used as a fuck toy by his wife. So double win there? Or maybe that just made him the perfect cuck?

The next few hours passed in a blur of sexual bliss for them both, though to different degrees.
Lois, fueled by a perverse desire, rode him with a practiced ease, her moans and gasps tinged with a hint of **** enthusiasm. She fed his ego with whispered praise, comparing his size and stamina favorably to "average" men, all the while keeping the image of Dr. Wayne, the superior male, firmly in his mind. It was a performance, meant to mask her own pleasure and ensure that her husband remained fixated on the thought of her being bred by another man.

She had a feeling he was keenly aware of her agenda but played along anyway, groaning and moaning beneath her as he bucked his hips upwards in **** thrusts. He had a perpetual smile on his face and she knew that despite his growing desperation he was enjoying the experience more than he ever had before. His fat dick was still rock hard within her tight pussy, throbbing and twitching as she rode him with reckless abandon.

They moved around their apartment, changing positions several times throughout the evening, always returning to Lois on top as she slammed down onto his thick meat over and over again. She reveled in the power she wielded over him, his handsome features contorted with pleasure as she used him for her own sexual satisfaction. His naked enormous brawny frame, rippling with muscles, pumped and pistoned into her like a machine built for sex. He was an invulnerable titan wielding a comparatively short sword, and Lois was enjoying every second of it.

After hours and hours of unbridled lust, their sweat-soaked bodies pressed together in a frantic tangle of limbs as they writhed together in shared ecstasy. Her butt was in his hands and she was touching nothing but him as he stood in the middle of the room, her legs wrapped around his waist. Their skin was slick and hot as they rubbed against each other, Lois' breasts bouncing wildly as she rode him like a bucking bronco. Clark's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass as he tried to pull her tighter against him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought against his rising orgasm.

Lois felt him swell inside of her, his cock twitching violently as it threatened to erupt. She leapt off of him and clasped down against his leg and snatched up his beyond slick and slimy cock by the base as he began to cum in the air in a furious eruption, angling the spray towards floor to ceiling windows that looked out over Metropolis.

The resulting jet-whip of semen splattered across the window with a tremendous ****, coating it in a thick layer of pearly white semen. The **** of his ejaculation was immense, the torrent of cum flying from his pulsating member in powerful bursts. Each burst sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, his eyes rolling back into his head as he moaned in ecstasy.

Soon enough he was drained and trembling and Lois had reached a state of satisfied exhaustion, not orgasm. But that didn't matter. The anticipation for their upcoming session with Dr. Wayne thrummed beneath the surface of her skin like a low level electrical charge. She couldn't wait to have that superior cock buried inside of her, stretching her pussy to its absolute limits.

She'd get off eventually, but after hours of having Clark's smaller but quite serviceable dick inside her she was laying on the floor panting like he just ran a marathon. Her heart was racing, her skin was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, and she felt completely and utterly exhausted.