Well, If Superboi Wants Her Cock, Lois Guesses She Has But To Fuck Him

"I'll do it," Lois said. "I'll fuck Superboy."

It felt surreal. Luthor made a phone call, and when it was done he turned to her and said.

"Connor agrees. He is on his way. I will...take my leave. If you need anything from me," he set the phone done on a table. "Call. And Lois?"

Their eyes met...and perhaps for a moment, Lois Lane saw him not as the villain, not as the mad scientist or the billionaire industrialist but as simply a father.

"Thank you."

He left.

Lois looked around the apartment. Impossibly clean. Neat. It was like a hotel room. No pictures, no possessions. No one lived here...and Lois thought, after a moment, that if Superboy was coming, she had better get ready.

The shower was spacious, one of those top-down deals on an articulated arm. Hot water that fogged the glass. Little contains of shampoo, handmade soap wrapped in paper. Genuine Turkish bath towels, heavy and fluffy. Only the best for Lex.

Am I really going to do this? Lois thought. She could feel her heart beat faster as she imagined Connor Kent, Superboy...but now she imagined him with those characteristic little scars beneath his pecs were the breasts had been removed...and down between his legs, where a girthy cock should be, would be a patch of dark hair and a slit. It was easier for her to imagine him now, with that androgynous face, as trans...and Lois felt something stir in her belly, though she refrained from touching herself, and she knew that yes, she could very well fuck Superboy...or maybe Superboi...

There was a thin grey bathrobe that hung to mid-thigh, a little too short. Lois could feel the air on the head of her cock, as it exposed. She dryed and brushed her hair...and then she heard a sound in the room outside. The dickgirl reporter emerged and saw him waiting there for her. Short, boyish haircut. Black t-shirt stretched over wide shoulders, with the bright red S-shield. A pair of blue jeans.

"Miss Lane," Connor said, nervousness in his voice. "I...um..."

"Call me Lois," the reporter said. She stepped forward...and the blue eyes moved down her body, and focused on the head of her cock, swinging there. Those sharp cheeks flushed, and Lois found a smile on her lips. This was going to be fun.

"I've been thinking about this since Lex proposed the idea," Lois said, as she stepped near him. One finger stretched out and touched the waistband of his jeans. Tugged him toward the bed.

"I think we should enjoy ourselves, don't you? So how about we start with a little...oral sex."