I Fucked Superman

She had fallen from the building, a wild cry on her lips, whipped away by the wind. A twenty story drop, adrenaline pumping hard, body screaming for her to fight or flight—but there was nowhere to go except down. Yet somehow, even as she was coming face-to-face with the street, she didn't believe that she would die.

There was a blur of red and blue...and his strong arms around her, crushing her too him. It was like hugging a statue of steel, but steel was never so warm, never pulsed beneath your finger tips. They rose then...up above the building, past the bald, scowling man with all the high tech toys, up to where the clouds just crested and it was cold, but he was so warm, and smelled like the clean, dry air on a bright sunny day...

She had turned to him, and he was looking at her—no, admiring her, as she clung to him in his arms. How many women had he rescued? How many had he held like this? She knew it must be dozens and yet...how many had he looked at like that? And how many had reached down to feel the hard length of him, growing down the left leg of his tights.

They descended, to where the air was not so cold and thin it hurt to breathe. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she was grinding against him, all that adrenaline causing her to shiver, and the Man of Steel held her with one hand as he freed his member...

She could tell he wanted it. That he wanted her. Could feel his need, the hard slap of his cock against her ass. In the air, she couldn't really take her panties off, but she pushed them aside to bear her slit to the cool air, and together they just hung there in the air, fooling with their clothes like naughty teenagers, trying to get their bits to line up. She would have laughed or cried...and then her hungry cunt found the hard knob, and it slipped in.

They gasped together—and that's when she saw him, really saw him as though from the first time, this close, and...he was trying to process what she felt like. So she began to move. It was like riding a hard dildo...it didn't bend, probably couldn't bend to any earthly ****; so her pussy was at the mercy of that unmovable alien cock, sliding up and down...she could have exhausted herself trying to grip and squeeze it; the flesh was warm and pliable, but not to **** human muscles could exert.

She wondered what it must feel like to him. This raging boner, the tight wet pussy impaling itself on him, again and again, always yielding...was she just a sex toy for him? A living cocksleeve, a pale mockery of real fucking? She didn't know. But she wanted to. She looked into those blue eyes, so full of concern. Holding himself back, so he didn't hurt her.

"Go ahead," she said. "I want to feel it."

So he did.

It was a controlled ejaculation. That was the only way she could think to describe it. A superhuman level of control, so that the hot sperm didn't shoot out of his cock, as it should have, as it would have, maybe liking a speeding bullet. No, this was a warm, slow seep, just a little at a time, bubbling out...but it kept coming. He kept coming. They tilted, in the air, so that she was clinging on beneath him, her back pointed at the earth and her eyes on the vast blue sky, feeling the molten alien cum fill her up, a drip at a time. She felt impaled on his inhuman hardness, and knew what a condom must feel like, slowly being filled...and filled. Minutes went by...and then she could feel it, starting within her. As the heat built. As that impossible dick began to quiver and vibrate gently inside of her.

The creampie was overflowing her cunt when her own orgasm came, and she clung to him, lost in her own pleasure—and he smiled, really smiled, to see her like that, and she knew that whatever relief she had given him, Superman had just wanted to see her happy.

Lois smiled at Terry as she took her hand away from his ear. She hadn't told anybody that story. He stared blankly...but nodded, and ushered her inside.