It had been a day since Superman had snatched her from the firing path of Intergang's energy weapons, but the memory of it still had Lois' twat soaking. Jimmy Olsen had captured the entire thing and put it online. The intrepid reporter had rubbed her cunt raw to it twice already. The thought of the Man of Steel, chiseled, well-toned, rippling with powerful, godlike muscles, swooping down from heaven to snatch her up was intoxicating. But then he had flown her back to the Daily Planet, pressing her face into his tight washboard abs. Just thinking of all those rugged muscles, lithe and full of unmatchable power, had the poor girl panting and wriggling beneath her silken sheets as her right hand shot between her legs.
"Fuck!" she moaned loudly, writhing in her full canopy bed, imagining Superman, gloriously naked, furiously pumping his thick, thirteen inch slab of cockmeat as she suckled it greedily.
The slippery, squelching sounds of a spit-covered cock being shoved down a hungry thoat rang in her mind. Lois' own gagging noises fueled the embers of her lust, and the flames raced across her nerves in bolts of debauched pleasure. Glowing with carnal desire, she stuffed three fingers in her sticky snatch, groaning nastily as her pussy walls enveloped them in a gripping warmth.
"Fuck, yes, you wonderful bastard! Pump that huge ass fucking cock hard. Feed me all that delicious, hot precum. Yes!" she suddenly hissed obscenely. "Breed my mouth like the little slut I am! God, I get wetter than Niagra whenever you're around. Feed it to me, Superman. Make me take it! Every last inch! Shit, your fat dickmeat tastes so damn good! That's it! Stretch my throat and make me gag! Oh, hell yes! Faster! Use this skank reporter to get off! Show me how fucking horny I'm making you! Your balls are full, aren't they? Full of warm, thick, cum! Well, I want it, Superman! God, I want it so fucking bad! Use me like a fleshlight, and cum down my cute little throat! I wanna guzzle every drop of it! FEED THIS CUM-HUNGRY SLUT!" she panted, spasming wildly as her fingers stretched and churned her steaming, sopping, hole. "MAKE THIS HORNY LITTLE BITCH YOUR FUCKING CUM RAG! USE ME! USE ME LIKE A WHORE! GOD, I NEED IT! FUCKKK!!!!"
The entire room began to spin like a carousel as carnal sensations washed over Lois like shockwaves. Her breath came out raggedly as steaming pussy juice cascaded down her thighs and her undulating cunt gripped her fingers like an angry gorilla. Her bullet-hard nipples were tingling blissfully, and with her free hand, Lois grabbed one of her tits, squeezing the firm globe of flesh as the fire of perversion continued to consume her. Vaguely, from what sounded like a mile away, she heard her doorknob turn and somebody's footsteps rushing in.
"Damn, that sounded good, Lois!" a voice asserted, eagerly drawing close to her. "I hope you still have some energy left!"
"Clark!" she cried, peering through her lust like a London fog and turning beet red. "Were you listening at the door?" she asked, pulling him into a hug with the hand she'd been basting in her cunt slime.
"Maybe," he replied with a laugh, promptly shedding his boxers and sucking her fingers like an eager baby. "Next time I see Superman, I'll tell him he's got a standing offer for a blowjob. Oh, don't be embarrassed," he added when he saw her face. "If it helps, I jack off to buttfucking Wonder Woman."
"Clark, you dirty little pervert!" Lois giggled at that, feeling oddly jealous. "Suck all my cum off those fingers. Fuck! You're already rock hard! You were jerking to me in the hallway, weren't you?" she demanded to know, her voice full of lust and pride.
