Lois Lane, Superboy's Birthday Present!

"Happy Birthday, son!" Lex Luthor said as Connor Kent, Superboy, landed on the spacious penthouse balcony of the LexCorp tower.

"It's not really my birthday," the young man said.

"Nonsense. You were decanted from your cloning tube nearly twenty years ago. It is only right and proper to mark the occasion of your...coming of age." The bald scientist smiled a little wider. He indicated the open door to the penthouse suite.

Connor grimaced. "I'm not old enough to drink yet."

"No...but I think it's time you found someone to make a Superman out of you," he grinned. "She's waiting for you inside."

The young man hesitated, emotions warring inside of him. Had Lex Luthor, one of his genetic "parents" actually bought him a hooker for his birthday? In the end, curiosity and raging hormones led him to step inside and find out.

There was a great round bed with black sheets. She lay there nude, skin pale in the moonlight, dark hair undone. Her breasts were larger than he had imagined they would be, hefty handfuls. Lips coated with something glossy curved into a smile as she saw him, eyes half-hooded following his every move.

"Miss Lane?" he gulped.

She rose up, and he saw the pink nipples were hard and taut as little erasers. He swallowed hard, aware of his sudden erection—and so was she. Connor watched as she stretched and got on all fours, crawling along the length of the massive bed, breasts swinging between her pale arms.

"Soop-er..." Lois managed, eyes wide now. He stopped at the edge of the bed. She didn't. Her hands went to his black jeans, unzipping him with evident eagerness.

Is this really Lois Lane? he thought. Her breasts are so much bigger...and she's so...eager. Maybe Lex cloned her? Like he did me? That would be just like him.

A part of him wanted to ask Lois about it, but by then she had freed his cock from his pants, and almost instantly engulfed the young man's dick.

It would be rude to ask her a question with her mouth full, he reasoned, closing his eyes and enjoying his first blowjob.

There was no slow, hesitant licking, no half-hearted kissed or amateur fondling. Lois Lane devoured his cock as if it held the antidote to some deadly poison ravaging her beautiful body. Her mouth slid along his generous seven inches with a wet schlurp-schlurp-schlurp, cheeks hollowing out as she hoovered his dick. It was the blowjob that every young man dreams of, the drool running along his shaft, Lois taking it so deep in her mouth she nearly gagged as his swollen head tickled her tonsils, her need eager and real, his load building inside of him as his hips began involuntarily to shift back and forth, twitching as his body struggled against the need to fuck her face...

...and her hot, warm mouth was gone, and he gasped, opening his eyes. The fear of blueballs came to him, just for a moment...and then he saw her on her back, legs spread, fingers pulling her freshly-shaven labia apart to show her the hot pink inner lips of her pussy.

"Soop-er," she cooed. "Fuck."