Superman's Cum

Conscious thought seemed to fall away. Lois Lane fell on her knees, clawing at the Man of Steel's red shorts, pulling them down. His cock popped free...and for just a second she caught sight of his soft, circumcised dick, and wonder who and what had managed to remove that invulnerable foreskin...and then it was in her mouth.

At any other time, Lois Lane would have taken her time to enjoy the sensation. Superman's dick felt like it was made for her mouth. The head was the perfect shape, like a Greek helmet of old, not to wide or pointy; the piss slip was deep enough she could stick the tip of her tongue in it, and it was clean and fresh with no hint of smegma or old piss. The shaft started to thicken immediately, responding to the warmth of her mouth, and she hollowed out her cheeks and closed her eyes, sucking and bobbing her head as he went from limp to rock hard within seconds.

Just the right length, just the right width. It was the cock of her dreams, here, in her mouth, the big juicy hairless balls dangling underneath like hen's eggs. Yet all Lois Lane could do was press her mouth on it until the head of the super-cock was in her throat. Her lower lip touched his testicles and she started to gag but kept going, tongue resting on the bottom of his shaft. She wanted, needed his cum with every fiber of her being.

Somehow...he understood. Superman could have dragged her off with his super-strength, but instead he patted her head. Maybe his super-hearing could sense the wild palpitations of her heart, the way her legs were grinding together, the drip of her pussy-juices into the carpet. Maybe he could smell something was off, her hormones and body chemistry out of balance. Perhaps Superman had some sense she didn't even know about that told him that right now, the woman he loved just desperately needed a shot of jizz.

So he gave it to her.

Mighty muscles contracted, and with a level of control that no human male could ever hope to equal, jizz began to flow from the head of his cock in a steady stream down the reporter's throat. Lois Lane had always feared that the **** of his ejaculation would shear through her like the spray of a machine gun, but such was his love and power that he tempered his load until it was like a faucet leaking inside of her.

As the jizz hit her stomach, light and consciousness came back to Lois Lane. Her eyes opened and stared up worshipfully at her savior, her hero, his cock still balls-deep in her mouth.

"It's okay Lois," Superman said, brushing her hair back. "Take as much as you need."