Supercunt

"...SUPERCUNT!" The speakers blared, and through the window emerged a hulking figure.

Black haired and square-jawed, with that familiar S-curl, a winning smile over perfect teeth. The chest and arms of a bodybuilder, the familiar red-and-yellow shield over blue...but the red tights were too tight, clearly showing the camel toe.

"Here I come to save the day!" The transman sang in a fair soprano. Rat just stared. Lois had to stifle a giggle.

Supercunt struck a pose, chest jutting out, fists at his hips, arms akimbo, feet shoulder-width apart. He caught the fan just right, so the cape flapped a little behind him. "How can I help you today, citizens?"

"Er..." Rat began. "Hello Mara."

The blue eyes narrowed, then looked pointedly around the room. "You must be confused, citizen. My name is Kal-El, I come from a distant planet of Krypton, which tragically exploded..."

Lois got the message. People were watching. "Let's turn on some music," she suggested. "And move this over to the bed."

"A capital idea, citizen!" Supercunt said, striding forward with purpose. He picked up a remote control from the toy table and the speakers cranked up to begin a George Gershwin medley. The trio began to move towards the bed.

"We'd best disrobe if we're to have any fun, citizens." Supercunt said. Lois nodded, and took off her jacket and heels. Rat took off his trench coat and boots, looking a bit skinny in a sleeveless black t-shirt.

"He's right. Pants off, Rat."

"I, uh..." he stammered.

"Nothing I haven't seen before. Do it now, or we'll take 'em off for you."

The goth complied, and Lois for her part slipped off her shirt, to stand there in just her tight red pants and her bra... She didn't know how far she wanted to take this, if someone was watching—or worse, recording—but she had to make it look good.

Supercunt, for his part, had slipped off the red underwear, revealing that the blue pants were crotchless, the dark lips of her pussy clearly visible. The shield came off as well, revealing a hairless, muscular chest with perky pink nipples, and the very faint scars from the double mastectomy.

"Rat," Lois said. The goth stood there, naked from the waist down, penis hanging small and flaccid. "I want you to eat Supercunt out."