Noise complaints

All throughout the apartment complex, everyone on the 30th floor and even some to the floor above and below winced and frowned, trying with every bit of their might to drown out the rhythmic thumping noises echoing across the building by any means they could. Out in the hallway, people opened the doors to their apartments to find out where all the construction work was coming from with all the heavy pounding and thumping noises that had been going on for so long. Some wrapped their pillows around their heads, others took to ear plugs, some even played loud music to drown it all out, even if it meant the plaster dust raining from the ceiling grew in intensity or the fir ehydrant on the hall finally gave up the ghost and fell to the floor. The neighbours pounded their fists against their adjacent walls in the hopes that the occupants would at least hear their protests. All of it was in vain as the noises not only increased in volume but in intensity. Punctuated by occasional moans and screams of…

“HARDER CLARK! FUCK ME HARDER!”

Lois finally got what she wanted and had been GETTING what she wanted for over an hour. Straddling Clark’s waist and resting her hands over his shoulders while she felt his hands at her waist for leverage. The two had been grinding and pounding into each other with almost inhuman intensity, so much so the legs to the bed frame had given out in the first 10 minutes and the walls sported cracks from the **** of their love making. Rearing up and thrusting out her chest, Lois tossed her sweat slick hair over her shoulder and back, a look of pure ecstasy on her lips as her breasts swayed with each grind of her hips against her husband’s. She always knew Clark held back every time. Afraid to hurt her with even the slightest bit of effort, like she was made of porcelain. Truth be told, the porcelain in the cupboards were likely shattered already.

“Hnngh… Honey… I’m getting close…”

“Yes Clark… I’m close too… So… CLOSE!”

Clark had managed to sit up and kiss up her chest and neck, making her gasp and cry out until she captured his lips in hers, she felt amazing, better than amazing. Letting her hands roam over his back and around to press against his barrel chest, she smiled when she playfully shoved him back to the bed and rested her hands at his shoulders for leverage, increasing her gyrations to feel him thrust into her over and over again. Letting out another throaty moan that caused the windows to rattle, Lois tossed her hair again, letting her hands cup and heft the mass of her breasts and lick at their slopes when she mashed them together. Enjoying her husband’s reaction to the show she was giving him.

Leaning back down to press against her husband’s chest and kiss him full on the lips, Lois moaned into his mouth and moved up to smother his face in her cleavage, grinning to herself as she felt him lick and kiss between her breasts. Feeling him smile underneath her, Lois cried out in surprise when she felt him wrap his arm around her waist and roll her onto her back. Instantly wrapping her legs around him, Lois keened and moaned as he pounded into her as hard as he could, the sound of wooden framing splintering with the effort. Raking her fingers over his back, she squeezed her thighs together as she felt him jackhammer into her repeatedly, making her eyes roll back and her impending release reach a boiling point.

Finally, it happened; with her eyes seeing stars and her whole world going blank, Lois shuddered as a mind crashing orgasm overcame her, causing her to cry out loud and slam her fist against the wall behind her and cause the plaster to shatter like glass and crumble to the side of the bed. Finally exhausted and satisfied, she slumped down into a sweaty heap with her panting husband no better for ware, resting his head on her chest like a pair of pliant pillows. After five minutes, the thumbing from the adjacent walls finally stopped, leaving the room in total silence save for the couples sporadic breathing.

“Wow…”

“I know… Five times?... I didn’t think you were so… So…”

“Slutty? Voracious? Nymphomaniacal?”

“I was going to say aggressive.” He corrected, rolling off her and onto his back with a pout from his wife, Clark sighed and found Lois roll onto her side and rested her head over his shoulder, playfully tracing circles around his chest with her finger and giggling to herself in her little victory; having bedded him to exhaustion. “I think we may have woken up the neighbours… And broke the bed.”

“Well, I think we can afford a replacement. And I’m quite sure they’ll forgive us…”

“I hope so, the last thing we need is an eviction notice because of noise complaints.”

Smiling and giggling again, Lois shook her head and moved up to kiss Clark on the lips, sitting up in bed she tossed her long black hair over her back and reached for the floor to get her panties and top, finding the two almost skin-tight and snug on her toned and larger physique. Sitting up to stand, the woman made for the bedroom door and looked over her shoulder.

“I’m feeling hungry, are you still up for dinner? Or are you…”

His snoring already told her he was out like a light, making the tall woman roll her eyes and try to keep quiet so not to wake him up. Sneaking out of the bedroom door, she gently closed the door behind her, and tip toed down the hall to the kitchen for a bite to eat. Scratching her hair loose with her fingers again and yawning into the back of her hand, Lois opened a cupboard to get a can of soup from the pantry and pull a cast iron pot from the shelf to make some dinner. Checking the clock as she opened the soup can with an opener, she winced to find it was well past 10 o clock.

“Damn, I HOPE they forgive us… Heh, at least the sex was spectacular.” Still shivering from the experience, Lois poured the soup into the pot and turned on the oven. “Gotta love those Kansas farm hands of his, so firm, so strong, so warm…”

With a perpetual smile on her lips, Lois stewed away the soup she was cooking, occasionally taking sips to make sure it was exactly right. She still was not used to not getting burned from hot soup, she even put her finger to the pot to check its temperature, getting nothing save a hint of warmth were days before she would have been crying over a welt that would last for weeks. Letting the soup simmer and putting it on a timer so she would know when it was done, Lois looked through the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of wine to have with her dinner.

Pouring her soup into a bowl and setting her dinner at the table and pouring herself a drink to go with it, Lois took a sip and looked down at her meal in disappointment. It just tasted… Bland. The wine had no bite and the soup still felt cold to her, with a mild bit of flavour that did not agree with her. Leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms under her bust, Lois huffed and blew a strand of black hair out of her eyes. In front of her was a piping bowl of beef stew with a sandwich and glass of red wine, but to her it might as well have been a glass and bowl of lukewarm water. It was starting to get depressing, the only time she got anything she could claim was exciting was when she was eating the kryptonite. Closing her eyes, she hugged herself more tightly, the taste of it, the surge of warmth and excitement that flowed through her with every bite, the flavour was indescribable. It was delicious, addicting, all she could think of was having more.

Opening her eyes again, she shook herself awake from her little mental revelry and brought her attention back to her dinner, one that did not seem as appealing as the meal in her dream. With a sigh, she spooned another sip of her dinner and went back to eating, such as it was. Finishing off her soup and wine, Lois got up and made her way to the washroom to clean up.

*

Stepping out of the steaming shower stall and drying it off with a towel and wrapping another around her head to dry her hair, Lois gave her reflection a wink and gave herself a look over now that she had the chance to see the results of the kryptonite she had consumed. Posing with her hands behind her head to lift up her hair and with a tilt of her hip and taking a deep breath to heap up her chest, she looked herself up and down with a smile.

“Damn Lo… And you thought you could turn some heads before!”

Tall, athletic, voluptuous, she was all that and more now. With a hand at her hip and flexing with her other arm, she smirked at the chorded muscle, making other poses in front of her reflection that either showed off her trim and toned physique or the curves of her hips and chest. Pulling off the towel that barely wrapped around her chest and only just came down to her waist, Lois got a better look at her nude figure and her smirk grew. She was perfect. With a toothy grin she ran a hand down her arm and down her stomach to feel her abs, followed by running them down her hips and thighs and back up cradle her large breasts.

“I can see why the others keep lusting after the amazon princess with a body like this, if I were her, I’d be flaunting this all the time just for kicks.”

Turning to face away from the mirror and pulling her hair free of the towel to drape in front of her, Lois flexed both her arms and looked over her shoulder to check out the sight of her back and rear… Only to pause when she spotted something in the mirror.

“What the… What are those?”

Eyeing her back from the mirror’s reflection, she thought she spotted what looked like moles, but they were larger than that. Feeling behind her back, her fingers traced over what felt like jet-black snake scales running down her back to her lower waist. Feeling behind her back, she could feel the scales, like polished stone under her fingers. Picking at them with her finger, she was made noticeably clear that they were real and very much a part of her. When did they appear? She wondered, a little worried, until she considered for a moment what she had been down for two weeks; Eating almost her entire body weight in radioactive material. Was this because of the kryptonite?

“Maybe… Maybe Clark was right about the stuff…”

She promised him she would not go after anymore, but on the other hand, she could not let those weapons out into the world and be a threat to him. She would never forgive herself if he were in danger and she had the means to prevent that and do nothing. Just what was she supposed to do? Grabbing her clothes, Lois pulled over her top and put on her snug underwear and opened the door to head back into the bedroom to go to sleep. Taking her spot next to Clark, she snuggled against him a bit more tightly than she would normally do, a hint of worry on her features before sleep finally claimed her.