Try To Help Lois (With His Cock)

Clark Kent grabbed Lois Lane. She found herself staring through those thick-rimmed glasses to those sky-blue eyes, all while her hands fiddled with his belt. With a gentle fwoomph, his pants fell off, leaving him standing there in his white boxer shorts.

"Yes," he said. "You do. Your heartrate is skyrocketing, bloodflow in your genitalia is much above normal, and you're pumping out oxytocin and vasopressin...it's like you've gone into heat and are falling in love at the same time."

The voice was dull, slightly distracted, with that lustreless Kansas accent. Lois Lane didn't care. She looked down, panting like a bitch in heat, streams of pussy juice trailing down her thighs. Her hands ripped off the boxers to reveal...

Breath froze in her chest. Her bowels seemed to turn to water.

The cock hung down to mid-thigh, thick as her wrist at the base, circumcised to reveal a bright pink mushroom top...and it was still soft. Dark hair extended from the belly and covered but did not conceal a pair of testicles as swollen as goose eggs. All this had been hiding right under her nose, all this time...and the masculine smell made her knees give out.

Clark held her upright as Lois shook in uncontrollable excitement.

"Can it get hard?" She asked.

"Of course. Whenever I want. As long as I want." Clark said.

As if to demonstrate, the cock immediately began to rise. It was a shower, rather than a grower...yet while it didn't get much longer, it did begin to fill out, the thick trunk swelling like a baobob tree, the pink dome-like tip swelling until Lois doubted she could fit the whole of the thing into her mouth...although she wanted so much to try. It rose until the whole rigid length was jutting out straight from Clark Kent's body, pointed at Lois Lane's navel.

"I think someone has brainwashed you, Lois." Clark said. "Fortunately for them, whoever it is, they don't know about one of my secret superpowers."

"What?" Lois asked, strength coming back into her lower body as she lifted her legs, to try and impale herself on that magnificent fuckstick. Clark, the dear, took a few shuffling steps forward, pants around his ankles, to lay her on the desk—at the perfect height for penetration.

"I'm sorry Lois," Clark said as he laid his glasses aside on the desk. "I wanted to tell you before this."

She stared up at him...and saw him, as if for the first time. It was a deeper shock than even seeing his cock. The realization of who she was about to get railed by shook her to the core.

"Superman!"