Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Who Is It?

The Man of Steel

Lois turned around...and gasped in surprise at the broad muscular chest, the strong arms. The alien demigod smiled down at her, one forelock of his dark hair curling over his brow in a characteristic "S"-shape.

"Superman!" The naked reporter gasped, instinctively covering her wet breasts with her arms. "What are you...doing...here..."

The tip of the Kryptonian's cock touched Lois Lane's stomach. She stared down at it in wonder. It was everything she had always dreamed of...as thick as her wrist, just slightly longer than her longest dildo, and gently curved, with a broad purple head, swollen and rounded, like some exotic and deadly mushroom.

Briefly, stupidly, Lois wondered who had circumcised the man of steel...and then his fingers touched her chin, raising her face up to his own as he dipped down, turning his head so their mouths could meet. The reporter felt her knees buckle, and his other hand was there, loofah pressing into the small of her back as their tongues met, tasting and exploring one another.

How often have I dreamed of this? Lois wondered, as hot water fell over them both like a hard rain. It ran down over her shoulders and between her thighs, which glistened with wetness. The shower attachment long forgotten, the reporter felt the hard heat of Superman's manhood press into her stomach. It felt as rigid as a steel bar, and yet her pussy ached to feel it inside of her.

He must have felt the same way.

Superman's hands came down, groped her ass, and then lifted her up effortlessly, pressing her against the wall of the shower, and she spread her legs in an instinctive, wanton display. In an instant, he pressed the head of that magnificent cock against her lips, and an electric thrill seemed to run through her body at the great heat, hotter than any other lover she had ever known.

For the first time, Lois stared into his eyes...she wanted to see them as he drove himself into her...and she gasped in surprise.