Suck Superboy Off

Lois Lane dropped on her knees, arms so short now that it put her head perfectly on level for Superbody's painfully swollen prick. Breasts hanging down to her elbows, swinging back and forth, she crawled forward. The cock looked so big to her now...even when she was her normal height, eight inches would have been intimidating, bigger than any lover she'd ever had. As she was now...it looked as long as her forearm. One hand alone couldn't wrap around the base, as she bent it down to her mouth. She needed two hands just to hold it steady.

Oh god, I want to taste it, Lois leaned forward, breath huffing from her lips onto the swollen, quivering prick.

Her lips pressed against the great purple helmet, her tongue pressing so hard against the slit that the tip actually went into the crevice a little way. Her mouth tingled as the salty precum flowed out of it, and above her, she could hear the young man moan.

It was hard for some women, who come of age in their teenage years, thinking about all the boys around them as potential sexual partners, to adjust to getting older. Lois Lane did okay. She still fantasized about Superman, Lex Luthor, even Clark Kent. But Superboy brought back memories of all those young studs in her freshman year in college, the ones that were barely legal and fit that she had never quite managed to work up the nerve to throw herself at.

Now here she was, body the size of a child, mouth wrapped around the fat shaft. The whole head of the cock was in her mouth, and she was slurping madly, wet sucking moans erupting unbidden from her stuffed cheeks. Her left hand slid down to heft those massive testes—how he fit those balls in the tight pants he normally wore, she'd never know—and could feel the immense heat radiating out of the sperm factories.

Trapped in the stocks, Superboy shuddered, muscles rippling beneath his skin, taut abs flexing, thighs straining. She could feel his need to cum, and wondered how long he had been here like this, denied any stimulation. What he was seeing in that gray band of metal over his eyes. Who did he wonder was sucking him off? Who did he hope it was? Whose name did he moan as he jerked himself off to while thinking about in bed?

Some small part of Lois hoped it was her.

"He looks ready to blow!" Maria said behind Lois. A hand slipped down the crack of the reporter's ass, fingers running over her dripping pussy. "And so do you! This could be his first time with a woman. Don't you think he deserved more than just your mouth?"