Lois & Clark
The Adventures of Superman

                   
	The life of a Superman is not an easy one, thought Clark Kent as he gratefully closed his apartment door behind him and pulled off his jacket and tie. In the last twelve hours he had intervened in six muggings, prevented a bank robbery, stopped a tidal wave from flooding one of the islands of Japan, captured the Prankster before he was able to use his deadly la-la gas to turn half of Metropolis into drooling, brain-dead zombies and filed stories on all of the above with his editor at the Daily Planet, Perry White, in time for the evening edition. All in all, a full day.
	Still he could have found the energy to enjoy himself if Lois had agreed to  go with him tonight instead of turning him down. Lois Lane, Clark's partner and rival 
at the Daily Planet, had been the  apple of his eye since the first moment he had met  her.  Recently he and the drop dead gorgeous brunette had started dating.  They
 hadn't gotten much past the  hand holding stage yet, but Clark had hopes and the patience to see them through. The irony was of course, that as Superman, Clark could have had Lois or just about any other woman he might desire.  But that wasn't what he wanted. Superman was an ideal, a fantasy, and Clark Kent was the reality He wanted Lois to be attracted to him, to want to be with him, and not some persona 
he had created to front to the world so that he could still have a life.  And he was willing to do just about anything humanly possible, as opposed to super-humanly
 possible, to achieve that end.
	Lois certainly wasn't making it easy for him to get there, but, he  thought, she was certainly worth the trouble.The doorbell interrupted his thoughts.  Clark was half  tempted to ignore it, when he decided to use his X-ray vision to identify his caller instead. What he saw surprised him enough to send him over to the door, and yank it open.
	"Hiya, Clark," said Cat Grant with a radiant smile.  "Long time, no see."
	Without bothering to wait for an invite, the gorgeous redhead wandered past him into the loft.
	 "Cat" said Clark, taken a little by surprise.  "What brings you by?"
	"Can't an old friend just stop by for a visit?" asked Cat saucily.
	"Ah, well, sure.  It's just that we haven't seen much of you since you  left the Planet.  How've you been?  How do you like working in television?"
 	"I have been just great, Clark.  TV was made for me.  And speaking of TV, I brought you a present."
	"A present?"
	"Uh huh," said Cat she reached into her handbag and pulled out a video tape.
 	"This you have to see to believe."  She walked over and slid the tape into  his VCR.
	"What is it?" asked Clark, suspiciously.
 	 Cat picked up the remote control off the coffee table and sat down on the sofa. 
	"Why don't you just sit down," she invited, patting the spot next to her on the sofa, "and you'll find out."
	Clark hesitated a moment, then reluctantly sat down beside her.  If he knew Cat, this was just another scheme to get into his pants.
	"There," said Cat, still grinning.  "That wasn't so hard was it?  Now, on with the show."  She aimed the remote control and the TV turned on and the tape
 started to play and a naked girl appeared on the screen.
	"Cat," Clark started to protest, looking away from the TV.
	"Just watch," she insisted, turning his head back toward the screen.
	Clark sighed and indulged her.  For a few moments Clark didn't realize  what he was looking at, then suddenly his eyes went wide with stunned disbelief.
	"My god," he breathed.  "It can't be."
	"Sure it can," replied Cat, smugly.
	There was no mistake.  The girl in the video was Lois Lane.  She wore a leather dog collar around her neck.  She was naked, barefoot, but she looked
proud, even haughty, as she walked around the room and did a few turns  before the camera.  Did she know she was being video taped? Clark wondered.  Then a
man walked into the frame of the picture. A jolt stronger than Kryptonite smashed through Clark as he recognized the man -Lex Luthor.
	The film moved on, showing Lois dropping down to her knees and bending  low to kiss Luthor's shoes.  When she rose up, Luthor attached a leash to the collar
and led her around the carpeted room like a dog. The video went black for a second  and in the next scene.  Lois was shown crawling forward trailing the leash behind her. She crawled slowly over towards Luthor sitting in the easy chair.  He was naked and sipping a drink as she  came up to him and nuzzled his legs like a puppy.  And like a man with a puppy,  he patted her on the head and tickled her under the chin. 
	 There were commands that could not be heard and Lois stooped down and began licking Luthor's  toes.  Clark wanted to laugh, but his throat felt dry. Slowly Lois 
licked over the rest of Luthor's foot, turning her head left and right, her mouth wide and  her tongue constantly laving his flesh.  She let herself be guided as Luthor pulled her  collar and let her bathe his legs with her  tongue. Higher and higher he pulled her in what seemed like slow motion to Clark as he watched the haughty hot-shot reporter  humiliate herself with Luthor.  Yet there was something there, Clark thought, that  looked as though Lois was enjoying it all almost as much as Luthor.
	Suddenly Lois stopped and looked up at Luthor who nodded and let her sip from his glass.  Then she returned to her tonguing chores, moving up more quickly at the insistence of Luthor's hand.  And then she was there, her mouth inches from  the throbbing head of his penis. 
	"Now we're starting to get to the good part," said Cat, snuggling closer  to Clark.
	On screen Lois lashed her tongue out and licked the underside of Luthor's cock before opening her mouth wide to take its purple knob inside.  She  rocked her head back and forth, her whole body seemingly involved in the action of sucking him off, her lips stretched around its circumference, her jaws locked open at an awkward angle.  She had one hand wrapped around the base of his manhood and she would rub it up and down periodically.
	The film cut back to a long shot and showed Lois' curvaceous body writhing  as her head bobbed up and down.  And then back to the finale of the little scene as Lois pulled her mouth from the fleshy stalk and poised there less than an  inch from the knobby end.  Her hand moved up to slightly cover the corona and  then she spit on the cup made by her curled fingers.
	Up and down, up and down in a hypnotizing motion, faster and faster, and  still she made no move to pull her face away, but then, Clark realized, that this what she wanted or had been ordered to do.  When the inevitable ejaculation occurred, it caught Lois squarely on her face, hitting first her forehead and then her lips. 
She kept pumping the cock, her thumb creasing into it to bring up the final drop of hot, sticky fluid.
	Slowly then Lois turned towards the camera and wiped Luthor's shrinking cock across her cheeks and lips, smearing the semen all over.  Then she dropped  his penis and rubbed the stuff over the rest of her face, ending the scene by licking her fingers.  Clark twisted on the sofa, almost unaware of the close softness of Cat
Grant pressing against him. Yet there was more.  
	In the next scene, Lois was still naked but this time she wore bracelets which were clicked together behind her back.  Clark watched  as the helpless girl was dragged across a leather ottoman by Luthor. Lois made some head-shaking protests, and Clark wondered if she were acting or for real.  It must have been the real thing, he guessed.  He would have recognized Lois' famous blazing eyes of anger anywhere.  The anger, however, had no effect on Luthor, who placed his bare foot on the back of Lois' neck and forced her down over the ottoman.
	But as soon as Luthor moved away Lois raised herself, spewing words that Clark would never hear on the silent film.  Luthor only laughed at her, forced her head over the ottoman again, this time fastening the dog collar with a short length of rope to the legs of the furniture.  Lois was secured, her ass high in the air, her head painfully bowed over the end of the ottoman.
	Clark could see that she was resisting the predicament she was in.  Lois  held her legs tightly together, making Clark wonder what would come next.  He watched as Luthor carefully went around the ottoman, patting Lois on the  head once before kneeling down and forcing her legs apart, fastening each at the knee with a broad belt.  When he finished Lois was gaping wide, her knees pushed forward towards her chin, her bottom splayed open like an eager mouth -two mouths, Clark corrected.  Luthor stood up and tuned towards the camera as it zoomed closer to fill the frame with Lois' bottom.
	Luthor knelt behind Lois his long, thick penis, stiff and hard in the picture as it pressed into Lois' anus.  The film showed her resistance, her quivering spasms in futile attempts to avoid the thick knob that bludgeoned against her  reluctant rectum.  She fought as best she could, but the battle was lost before it began. 
	Luthor's massive penis surged forward -and sank out of sight into her painfully stretched anus. Lois' entire body started shivering like a leaf as the stiff meat that she had sucked so beautifully now filled her rectal passage. Her hands behind her back, Lois was helpless.
Clark's first reaction was anger that Luthor could have assaulted Lois so savagely.  However, a moment later, his mind fell in pure shock as he  watched Lois throw her head back and, moaning loudly, slam her ass back on Luthor's heavy penis, her soft yet firm buttocks pushing back against his hard hairy legs, forcing his invading cock even deeper into her ass.
	The camera kept on her face as Lois moaned and sighed and then screamed at the top of her lungs.  Her hips started moving of their own accord.  She rammed her hips back into the spike of cock impaling her ass.  Clark could see her lips moving, begging Luthor not to stop but to fuck her even harder. Her head lolled from side to side and a steady, throaty moan escaped her open mouth, lips wet, tongue partly out.  She ground herself back hard on his throbbing
member and fell forward, her breasts crushing against the ottoman, quivering in afterglow spasms of lust.
	Luthor seemed to have lost all control of his own body.  His hips obeyed Lois' wanton commands.  He fucked her.  He fucked as hard and fast and deep as he could.  His hips took on a life of their own, setting the pace.  At last he shot his load into Lois' sopping bottom.  He was drenched with sweat and his breath came in deep gasps.  He held her -and then pulled her face around to kiss her full on the mouth.  They stayed joined for several minutes until his flaccid cock slipped out of her pussy and he untied her and rolled her over on her side. She had been taken, and the film came to an end, the screen dissolving into static as Clark sat stunned, suddenly aware of how much he had been  sweating.
	"Lex Luthor was a pretty kinky guy," Cat said, bringing Clark back to the here and now.  "He had a whole library of these.  After he died it wasn't too hard to use my connections to smuggle a select few out."  She pressed her lips close against his ear.  "My personal favorite," she whispered hotly, "is one with the Doberman and the dwarf."
	Clark could feel his face getting red.  This wasn't what he thought would happen.  Sure, he had thought she would tease him and make eyes at him but the video she had brought -he had never expected anything like that.
	"What's the matter?" Cat asked.  "Shocked?"
	"I can't believe all this," he said.
	"Maybe you can believe this," she said, as she reached for his cock.  She gripped his steely flesh through the material of his trousers.  And he could actually feet the heat of heat of her aroused fingers.  He had never known a woman like Cat.
	"Oh, you like that," Cat said, as she felt Clark's giant prick coming to life.  "I can feel you do.  What's the matter?  Doesn't Lois play with your cock enough?"
	"Sure," he gasped weakly.
	"You're a liar," she said.
	Her experienced fingers unzipped his trousers.  A second later he felt her  hand groping in his shorts.  She found his stiff length and she tugged it out of  his trousers.
	"Jesus Christ!" gasped Cat at the sight of Clark's fully revealed manhood.  It was huge, almost a foot long and thick as her wrist.  She began to stroke it in appreciative wonder. 
	"You've got to stop this" Clark protested.
	"I'm not going to stop," she said.  "I'm going to give you what you really need.  What Lois should have been giving you, if she wasn't so busy schlepping it around to everybody else.  Clark, you're the only one who hasn't been getting any.  It's time that changed."
	She dropped to her knees.  He looked down at her beautiful face poised just above his steaming prick, He watched her lips part and he felt his throbbing meat slowly sliding into her mouth. He couldn't believe it.  This had never happened to him before.  It was the most
thrilling thing that had ever happened.  He could feel hot shivers all over his body.
	"You shouldn't," he moaned.  "You shouldn't do that.  You really shouldn't."
	But she wasn't listening to him.  His hard rod was slowly sucked all the way down her throat.  He had never thought a girl could do that. He could feel his throbbing knob at the back of her throat and his balls resting against her chin.
	Slowly she brought her lips up the length of his prick.  He felt her hot lips sucking at him and her tongue playing with his hot flesh.  She raised her head from his prick but he felt her tongue stabbing at his tiny hole .
	"Ummmm " she moaned.  "I like to suck cock.  I like having a man's hard  prick in my mouth.  And yours is more than a mouthful, believe me."
	Her lips closed over his crown.  She began to chew on his sensitive ridge, she kept nipping him with her teeth, He could feel his balls swelling up with more cum than he could ever remember having. He hardly thought about what he was doing as he reached for the back of her head.  He gripped the back of her head, his fingers tangled in her thick red hair.  He began pulling her back and forth over his cock.  He jerked her faster as he felt the first of his hot lubricating oils filling her mouth.
	She jerked back suddenly and caught him by surprise.  "No," she said, "I  want you to cum in my face.  I want to feel your juice on my skin.  Have you ever done that before?"
	"No," he groaned softly. 
	 Clark knew that he'd never really done anything before.  Not the kind of things that Cat had in mind.  He had been sheltered all of his life, he realized.  The dangers of becoming too intimate with a woman, of letting go and risking being discovered or worse of injuring her with his  super-strength had always been too great.  He had always resisted the temptation. Until now. Now, he knew he couldn't stop.
	"Take your trousers down," she said.  "Slide them off along with your shorts. I'm going to show you something really fun."
	He quickly unbuckled his trousers and slid them dawn to his feet.  Then his shorts.  She gingerly lifted his heavy wrinkled balls.  She massaged them with her fingertips and then pressed her lips against them.
	"I'm going to get down a little lower," she said.  "Don't do anything at all." She wrapped her hot hand around his staff as she went lower on the floor. "I'm going to make you very, very happy," she said. He groaned when he felt her tongue stabbing below his balls.  She was going toward his asshole.  He couldn't believe it when he felt her tongue slowly rimming his asshole.  It was obscene, but it was also fun.
	"Ohhhhhhhh," he groaned, as her tongue slipped into his asshole and her hot fingers pumped his rod faster.  She moved away from his ass and held her lips at his balls for a few moments.  Then she was sucking one into her mouth and chewing on it like she would' chew on a piece of candy. She fingered the other ball while she kissed on that one.  He could feel a
powerful tension in his balls and he knew that he would soon be shooting his wad into her sweet face. She slid her lips up the length.  of his cock again and then she turned her face so that she was just below his cock-head.  He could feel the pressure  growing.
	"Come on, Clark," she said.  "Come on and shoot it into my face Show me that you're a man with a lot of cum.  Come on, tiger!"
	He was cumming.  He couldn't help it.  He couldn't help, looking down to see what happened.  Her fingers moved faster on his cock, and he could feel her fingernails biting into the skin as she pumped.
	"Ohhh fuck," he groaned.  "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum.  I'm going to cum!  OH CAT!"
	He was watching as his jism erupted from the tip of his prick and spurted into her face.  He could see his cum striking her face on her chin, her lips, her eyebrows -a gallon of his jism flooding her face. And she didn't seem to mind. At the last moment she opened her mouth and sucked his rod into her mouth. She sucked his rod deep until he could feel himself at the back of her  throat again.  Her deep throat muscles were somehow working on his staff, sucking more of his jism out.
	"Oh, Cat," he groaned softly.
	Finally she raised her head from his prick and there was a shy smile on her face.  Her face was stained from his jism but he thought that he had never seen a girl more beautiful.
	"Let's go into the bedroom," she said. He nodded.  At that moment he wanted to go into the bedroom with her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life.  He helped her to her feet and they walked together.  She took his arm and pulled it around her waist.  She pulled at his hand until he was touching the gentle slope of her tit.
	"Do you like my tits?" Cat asked.
	"Oh, yes," he answered.
	"You'll like them better when you see them," Cat said.  "All the men say I  have a nice pair.  Maybe not as big as Lois' but they're nice."
	Clark wished she hadn't mentioned Lois.  He started to feel a little guilty again. But she didn't let him feel guilty for long.  They got into the bedroom and Cat immediately turned to undress him.  In a few minutes she had his clothes stripped off and she was pulling
 at his prick again.
	"I bet it won't take long for you to get hard," she said.  'I bet you've been saving it up just for me."
	 While she massaged his dick he reached for her tits again.  This time he massaged them with both hands and he could feel her nipples growing stiff.  He wanted to see them.  He wanted to feel the naked firm flesh under his fingers.  He reached for the bottom of her gown and she didn't protest.
	"Oh yes," she said.  "Take it off and play with my tits."
	He pulled the green gown over her head and left her naked except for a pair of pale green panties.  He ogled her nakedness, and thought that he had never seen a girl so beautifully formed.  He reached for her tits again, running his fingers over the erect nipples.
	"Do you like them?" she asked.
	"Oh yes," he groaned.
	"Then come over to the bed and kiss them," she said.
	He let her pull him to the bed and he started running his hands all over her body.  She pulled his head down to her shapely tits.
	"Kiss them good," she said.
	He sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth, and wet it with his  tongue. He released it and moved his lips to the other cherry pink bud.  He could  sense that he was getting her hot.  He could feel her hips moving from side to side as he kissed them.  She arched her back and pushed more of her flesh between his lips.
	"Oh yes" she groaned, "Kiss them.  Bite them.  Make them feel good.  I love that!  I love it!"
	He sucked more of her tender flesh into his mouth, as much as he could manage.  His hand fell against her thigh.  She grabbed his hand and pushed it between her leg.  Her strong, shapely thighs clamped on his hand.  He could feel her pussy pulsating hotly and he could feel the dampness of her panties.  He had never known a girl to get quite so hot.
	"Ummm, you feel so good," she whispered.  "You feel so good.  I could just eat you up."
	"You already have," he said.
	"Then I'm going to do something else to you," she said, in a low, seductive tone.  "I'm going to let you show me how good a small town boy can fuck!"
	Clark could feel his prick straining to get hard again.  He took her hand  and placed it on his rigid rod.  She ran her fingers along his hard flesh and she sighed. 
	"Ummmm.  I love that.  You're quite a man."
	He was so hard, now, that his balls were hurting.  He wanted to ram the  length of his big prick into her snug hot cunt.  He thought about Lois and what he had
seen on the tape and he knew was that he wanted to fuck Cat Grant.  He wanted it bad.
	He put his hand underneath the flimsy material of her panties, He felt her  hot cuntlips pulling at his fingers.  He jabbed three fingers up into her cunt and she moaned.  "Yes.  I like that.  Take my panties off, take them off!"
	He took out his hand long enough to peel the flimsy panties down her legs. She was beautiful.  A lush, creamy sex machine.  He spread her thighs with  his
hands and looked into the red cuntlips.  She was slick with her excitement,  and he had the impulse to do something he'd never done before.
	"Yes," she said, her eyes glittering.  "Yes, you can.  Come on, tiger.  You want to!"
	He wanted to badly, but he didn't have nerve enough until she reached for  the back of his head.  Slowly she pulled his face forward until he was between
 her thighs.  He could hardly breathe, but she was pulling him closer into the  warm moist smell of her cunt.
	"Put your tongue in me," she whispered.  "Hurry, Clark.  Put your tongue in  me!"
	He stabbed his tongue between her plump cuntlips.  He tasted her moist  juices and the tangy taste of her cunt walls.  He could feel her throbbing as he
ran his tongue around in a wide circle.  He had never tasted pussy before, but he realized that he loved the taste.  He really did.
	"Oh yes, Clark " she cried.  "Oh yessss!  I like that!  Eat me good!  Eat my pussy up!"
	He began to drive his tongue into her pussy very quickly.  She began squirming beneath him and he knew the fires in her body were growing.  He  had never had a sense of power such as he had at that moment.  She was  completely at his mercy.  He could do anything to her.
	Somehow his tongue found her clit.  He sucked the tiny little bud between  his lips and began chewing on it.  She nearly went out of her mind.  Her ass was
 squirming wildly and he could taste more of her hot juices flooding his  mouth.
	"Yesss!" she squealed with delight.  "Yes, you are one sweet bastard!  You're going to make me cum!  You're going to make me fucking cum!  Oh, that's
WONNDERFULLLLLLLLL!"
	Her fingers clamped on the back of his head as if to keep him from escaping.  But he had no intention of escaping.  He kept his face between her legs, sucking
at her juices, until the wiggling stopped.  Finally she pulled at his head and he came  up her body, his lips touching at every spot. He had never felt as horny as he did that  moment.
	"I love your body," he said.  "I'm so hot!  I want to put my dick in."
	"Oh yeah, tiger," she said.  "Put it in.  Put it in deep and give me a good fucking."
	Her legs spread apart and he slammed his cock into her sweet, tight pussy. She was already lubricated well enough so that he had no problem. His dick went deep  into her and he left it there for a few seconds.
	"Oh, what a big fat one," she said squirming beneath him.  "I love a big fat cock!"
	He couldn't wait any longer and he pulled his prick out of her and slammed  it back again.  Her pussy felt so hot and tight and so fucking good.  She did
something to him that felt like hot fingers grasping his rod.
	"Oh fuck," he groaned.  "Oh fuck!"
	"That's what I want," she cried.  "A good fucking.  Give it to me like  you've never fucked anyone else!"
	He went crazy.  He began shoving his prick into her as deep as he could fuck. He wanted her to know she'd been fucked as an animal. He slipped his hands
 beneath her, cupped her full, soft asscheeks in his fingers, probed at her asshole  with his finger, and got her high enough so that his prick was going even deeper into  her.  He could hear the soft sounds of their fucking, and they were such wet, hot sounds that he was turned on even more.
	"You bitch," he groaned.  "You fucking hot bitch!"
	"I am a bitch!" she cried.  "I'm a fucking bitch, so fuck me!"
	He could feel his balls getting heavy with cum and he knew he wasn't going  to be able to last.  His fucking strokes became shorter, and he was breathing
heavily.
	"Ummm," she moaned.  "Ummm , yes!  I love it!  I love it!  I love your cock!  I LOVE ITITTTT!"
	At the same time she was jumping off the bed he could feel his cock starting  to erupt.  "You're going to take my cum, bitch.  You're going to take every fucking
drop!  YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE MY FUCKING COMEEEEEEEE!"
	Her pussy walls kept pulling at his cock like fingers as he began to pump  his jism into her.  She loved it.  Her ass moved from side to side as she sucked every drop his jism into her pussy.
	"That's the way it should be," she moaned.  "Oh yes, that was good, tiger." And he couldn't deny, even to himself, that he'd enjoyed himself more than he'd ever had.  His eyes drifted to the blank television screen, and a single thought filled his brain.

	Lois.

Part Two

	Clark took to the skies shortly after Cat Grant left, his mind a muddle of thoughts and emotions.  He had enjoyed fucking Cat, he couldn't deny it,  but it
wasn't something he thought would happen again.  It was Lois he had always wanted and Lois he still wanted -only now it wouldn't be on her terms.
	He remembered Lois on the tape with Luthor and a cold bolt went through him.  He thought about the Lois who was always putting him off, the Lois who was
always acting so righteous and superior, and then he thought about the Lois on the tape performing like a cheap slut for the enjoyment of Lex Luthor.  Well,
enough was enough.  After his experience with Cat he didn't have any  worries over whether or not he could have sex with a human female. 
	He began to descend, his X-ray vision scanning Lois' apartment in front of him.  Lois was in, all right, but she wasn't alone. Dan Scardino was with her in the
living room.  He was sitting on the sofa  and Lois was between his legs covering his hairy balls with kisses.  He made her pull her head back and she let her soft silky hair brush his hardened staff as  she awaited his next command.
	"Get up," he said.
	She stood and he jerked her against him.  His hands stroking her thighs and then slipping under her skirt to cup her asscheeks.
	"You've got a fantastic ass, babe," he said.
	He kept stroking her ass until she felt like crying out with pleasure.  She wanted his cock and since her skirt was high enough, she just spread her  legs
and captured his stiff prick between her soft thighs.  She felt his hot cream make her thighs feel wet.
	"I'm going to fuck you, bitch," he said.  "Don't you want to be fucked?"
	"Yes," she moaned, rubbing her tits against his chest.  All her pretense had vanished.  She was a hungry animal only thinking about one thing and that  was the big prick between her legs. He made her back up and take her blouse and bra off.
She jerked off her panties and short skirt.
	"All right, bitch," he said.  "Bend over the sofa.  Now bend over the  fucking sofa!"
	Her heart hammered as she saw what he wanted her to do.  She felt so deliciously wicked.  She bent over the back of the sofa, revealing her firm round
ass and her pretty pink pussy.  Scardino took hold of her thighs and spread  her
cunt open a little wider.
	What a pretty cunt," he said. 
	He wasted no time putting his dick into her.  He leaned against her and slammed his prick forcefully into her hot tight cunt.  He groaned as he felt her cunt
walls tightly holding his prick.
	"Fuck me," Lois screamed.  "Fuck me good!  Give it to me!  Give me your fucking dick!"
	Scardino began to fuck her in short, hard strokes.  He could feel her cuntlips closing on his prickhead each time he thrust into her.  He moved so that his cock was rubbing against her hard clit each time he brought it out.
	"Oh damn," she groaned, wiggling in hot passion.  "You're making me so crazy!"
	"I like it when the ice queen goes crazy," he said.  "I like that a lot! Move that gorgeous ass, babe!"
	He kept slamming his prick into her deeper and harder and she couldn't control the hot spasms that began to shake her body.  She went crazy underneath him.  She began humping back obscenely to meet the thrusts of his bloated prick. Nothing ever felt better than a big cock between her thighs.
	"I'm going to cum," she cried.  "I love your fucking big cock!  It's making me cum!  Jesus, I'm Cumminnggg!"
	She twisted until she somehow managed to get his cock even deeper into her pussy, until she thought his cockhead was going to go deep into her belly. The fiery knot  in her belly exploded and sent hot spasms all over her flesh. She loved it!  God, how she  loved it!
	"You hot fucking bitch," Scardino grunted.  "There's nothing you like better than cock!  Nothing!"
	"Nothing," Lois admitted as she readied herself for the spurt of his jism into her pussy.
	Right after she came she always felt a little dizzy and drowsy and contented. She always felt that hungry need to have cum in her pussy!
	"Give it to me," she whispered.  "Give me your hot cum!"
	"Sure, babe," he said, as his thrusting cock went deeper.  "I'm going to give you all you want!"
	She felt his hard prick growing and she knew it wasn't going to be long.
	"Cumming," he groaned.  "I'm cumming.  I'm fucking cumming!  Shit, it feels good!  GOODDDD!"
	Hovering outside Lois' apartment, Clark had heard enough.  He had expected to feel angry and hurt but he didn't.  Instead he felt excitement going through his body.   He knew exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with now and he knew exactly what  he was going to do.  He did a somersault in the air and flew off, his plan of action already formed in his mind. 
	It was about a half an hour later that Clark came walking back down the street in front of Lois' apartment building, a brown paper bag tucked under his arm.  He
stopped across the street from Lois' building, his super hearing picking  up the sounds 
from her apartment.
	"Baby, let me suck it!" he heard Lois say.
	With his X-ray vision, Clark looked up into the apartment. Lois was  completely naked and on all fours on the bed.  Her raven hair was a tangled mess and
 she looked as if she'd just had a good fucking from Scardino.
	Still Clark didn't get angry as he watched Lois rubbing the man's thigh.
	"God, you're an insatiable little slut, aren't you," marveled Scardino, pulling on his pants.
	"You weren't complaining a minute ago.  Come on, just take it out and let me suck it.  You don't have to fuck me!  Let me do all the work.  I'll do everything."
	"No," Scardino answered.  He was nearly dressed.  He pulled on a shirt and buttoned it up.
	"Please, Dan," Lois said.
	"Lois, you're a real hot bitch but I've got to go," Scardino said.  "My boss is going to hand me my head if I don't hand him in the report on how the  Prankster
got a hold of top secret government research to make his la-la gas.  Maybe we can make it some other time."
	Clark stopped watching and walked up the street to wait.  He watched Scardino leave Lois' building and drive off, then walked over to a little snack shop
nearby.  He went in, bought a lemonade and drank it slowly.  When he  finished, he looked at his watch.  It had been nearly a half hour since Scardino had left.  He
went back to Lois' building and up to her apartment.  He knocked sharply on the door.
	"Who is it?" called Lois from inside.
	"Lois, it's me, Clark," he answered back through the door.
	The door jerked open a couple of inches.  "Clark?" said Lois.  "What are you doing here?"
	"I just needed to talk to you about something," he replied.  "Can I come  in?"
	The door opened the rest of the way and Lois waved him inside.  "Sure, come on in."
	Clark walked in and set the paper bag down on the coffee table in front of the sofa.  He looked back at Lois.  She had obviously just showered, her hair still damp, and was wearing a baggy sweater and old blue jeans.  A quick X-ray peek revealed
 that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties underneath.
	"What's in the bag?" asked Lois.
	"Just something I brought over to help us celebrate breaking the Prankster story." 
	 He opened the bag and pulled out a bottle of wine.  With studied carelessness he let the bag fall over so that the remainder of its contents, a dog collar and leash, spilled out onto the coffee table.  "Shall I get us some glasses?"
	Lois' attention was focused on the wine.  She hadn't noticed the collar and leash.
	  "Sure," she said.  "In the kitchen.  You know where."
	Clark smiled and went into the kitchen.  Lois walked across the living room  and sat down on the sofa, noticing for the first time the collar and leash.  A shiver went through her, but she quickly covered it as Clark came back from the kitchen with the bottle of wine and two glasses, putting them down next to the dog collar and leash he had purchased earlier.  He poured generously and said nothing.
	"Thanks," Lois said, picking up her glass.
	Clark sat on the chair so that he could face Lois across the coffee table.  She was a consummate actress, he thought.  Not blinking an eye at the sight of  the collar and the leash. Lois took a sip of the wine. 
	 "Clark, I'm sure you didn't come over here just to sit down and have a drink," Lois said at last.  "What's on your mind?"
	Clark laughed and reached for the bottle, refilling his glass and offering more to Lois.  The girl shook her head and sipped at the drink she held in her hand. 
	"I thought you might be interested in knowing that Cat stopped by to visit  me tonight."
	"Cat?" said Lois with a frown.  "Cat Grant?  What did that alley cat want?"
	"She brought by some home movies that she thought I might like to see."
	"I can imagine," snorted Lois.
	"You know Lois," Clark said, picking up the dog collar, "I'll bet you can. Does this remind you of something?"
	Lois' composure cracked just a little bit.  "No, why should it?  Did you get  a dog?"
	"I bought it for you actually.  Got the idea from an old movie.  Do you recall that old movie, Lois?"
	"You son-of-a-bitch.  Where did you see that movie?  Only Lex had that  tape."
	"Not any more," Clark said, taking another long swallow from his drink. 
	 "Not any more, Lois.  Seems Cat has gotten even better at digging up dirt on Metropolis's rich and famous since she went to TV."
	"Cat has the tapes?" asked Lois nervously.
	Clark nodded.  "Yours and a few others I think."
	Lois reached down and picked up the bottle and refilled her own glass.  Her mind raced, details, grabbing a straw here and there.  Clark," she began, "I really
don't know how to explain...."
	"I'm not here for an explanation, Lois.  I was mad at first, I mean I thought we had something and then I find out you have something going on with 
everybody else but me.  Luthor.  Scardino..."
	Lois started.
	"Yeah I know about that too." Clark smiled and sipped his drink. "So I kind of thought that since you had so much going on with everybody  else, now its my turn.
Cat was right when she said that everybody was getting  some but me.  Well that's going to change.  Why don't you get a little more comfortable, Lois.  You know, naked. But put on the collar.  I really got turned on when I saw you with that thing on."
	"Clark!" snapped Lois.  "How dare you!"
	Clark shrugged.  "I have a copy of the tape.  And I don't think you want anyone else seeing it, do you?"
	Lois looked at him with malice.  The goddamn tapes.  Lex had insisted on making them, and she had gone along with it because it had seemed so incredibly nasty. But after Lex had died, why in the hell hadn't she thought of looking for them herself? And yet, there was the collar, and she thought of Luthor's organ pumping in and out of  her when he had her trussed up.  Would Clark be as good?  Lois smiled at last and refilled
her glass, left it on the table and picked up the dog collar.  It was soft black leather, and simply touching it sent a shiver of desire through her that she hoped would not be noticeable to Clark.
	"Okay, then," she said at length, thinking that she would do what he wanted this time, but there would be other times, perhaps soon, when she would be able to get even with him. She rose from the sofa and undressed matter-of-factly, kicking off her shoes first and then peeling off her sweater and jeans, leaving herself naked before him. The dog collar sat next
to her drink and she reached for both of them at the same time.  While she drank, she looked at Clark's crotch.  There was no mistaking the erection.
	"Fasten the collar, Clark," she said, finishing off the wine in her glass. Clark snapped the collar loosely around her neck and quickly stripped off  hisclothes revealing his powerful  body to Lois' admiring eyes.  As he yanked down his jockey shorts, she ogled the powerful  weapon between his legs, impressed by the gargantuan size of the tool.
	Clark sat back down on the chair.  "Come here, Lois," he beckoned.  "You know what to do." 
	Lois sank to her knees between his legs and took his cock in her mouth.  Up and down, up and down, her tongue rubbing the head of his penis frantically.  Lois wanted  him to cum quickly and get the hell out of there.
	"Kiss it," he said.
	She wrapped her fingers around the pulsating base of his staff and leaned forward.  She touched her lips against the throbbing crown and tasted his salty jism.
	"Kiss it good, bitch," Clark said.  "Kiss it!"
	He took two handfuls of her thick black hair and forced her face closer.   She had his rubbery crown against her lips and she opened her mouth.  His cock-head popped into her mouth and she tasted more of his salty jism.
	"This is the way you've always wanted to be, isn't it?" Clark asked her.   "On your knees being made to suck a man's cock.  Does it taste good, bitch?" 
	 He reached over and picked up the leash, fastening it to the collar around Lois' neck, noting the pause in her oral ministrations as he did it, but she went on,  more frantically than before, sucking and lapping, pausing once to pull away from his penis entirely but then only to lave his balls with her hot tongue. Despite herself, Lois felt a growing urgency between her own legs, felt that old devil desire working a fiery need up in her, one that would probably not be quenched by Clark unless she revealed more of herself than she was really willing to do.
	Clark groaned as he felt the change in the way Lois was sucking, less hurried but not less frantic. There was that unmistakable element of desire on her part that added a little something to the way her tongue and lips worked on the crown of his cock, a mellow, firm, and yet gentle suction that sent shudders of passion through his body.  He leaned back, holding the leash loosely in his hand. It was the leash, he realized, it was the leash around her that changed the way she was blowing him, and he knew then that he had her and had her good.  But the warming idea could not stem the pending flood of his emotions, and he burst forth with his cum deep into her mouth, pulling the leash so that her face came down nearly all the way to his pubic hair as she gulped and gulped his hot, sticky essence.
	"Lois.  That was very good.  I didn't think you could do it so well,' he  said, standing  up quickly while Lois regained her breath and remained on her  knees. 
	She smiled weakly up at him and began to rise.  "Oh, no, Lois, don't get up.  We're not done yet.  But I want you to come along like a good little slave girl.  I won't pull if  you cooperate."
	"You bastard.  You saw everything," she moaned.
	"Yeah.  A couple of times," Clark said, leading her on all fours to her bedroom, where he ordered her up on the bed. Obediently Lois crawled onto her bed and leaned back, her eyes never leaving Clark's hard and throbbing cock.  His reddened prick glistened from the juices of her mouth and from his bubbling cum.  She had actually taken that monstrous thing into her mouth and now he was going to take it into her pussy.  She
was breathless with fright and with hunger knowing that his cock was much bigger than
anything she'd ever felt before.
	"Hold up your legs, Lois," he said.  "Come on.  That's it.  Hold them up like that."
	She felt even more obscene as she lifted her legs and held them up as he got on top of her. Her legs went above her head as he dropped on top of her.  He held his red prick in his fingers and began to rub the head of his cock against her hot wet groove.
	"Oooooo," she said, almost sobbing with pleasure.  "What are you doing to me?"
	"I'm going to make an animal out of you, bitch," he said, "I'm going to make a hot fucking animal out of you."
	He kept rubbing his monstrous crown against her groove until she thought she was going to die.  Every nerve in her body tingled.  She felt a fiery knot in her belly that was begging for release.  It was almost like being in pain.
	"Please," she begged.
	"Please what?" he asked her.  "I want you to be a foul-mouthed cunt.  I want you to ask for what you want."
	She understood then that he was trying to break her.  He was trying to get  her to debase herself further for him like she had for Lex.  He wanted to force  her
down to animal level and it was working.  She felt like an animal.  She needed his big prick more than life itself.
	"I want you," she said.
	He continued to rub his wet cock-head against her hot cunt until she was almost in pain.  She felt like her cunt had been stretched somehow, like her cuntlips
had been bloated with desire.
	"You know what you are," Clark said.  "You're a cunt!  You're just a piece  of ass!  A beautiful piece of pussy!  You know what you are.  Now tell me."
	"I'm a cunt," she said.  "I'm a cunt and I need a cock.  I need your big cock.  I want to be fucked!"
	"That's what I want to hear," he said.
	He dropped on top of her and she felt the big knob spreading apart her cuntlips.  He shoved it in suddenly and violently but she didn't mind.
	"Oh yesssss," she cried.  "That's what I want.  That's what I like!  Oh  yessss!"
	"You cunt!" he said.  "Cunt!"
	She no longer cared that he was degrading her.  She no longer cared about anything he did as long as he fucked her with that deliciously huge hard prick. She began rotating her hips as he started to fuck her.
	"You've got a tight pussy," he said.  "A tight, hot pussy!"
	"Give it to me hard," she moaned.  "Give it to me really hard.  Fuck my ass off!"
	He drew back and slammed his rod savagely into her cunt.  Then he began to fuck in short, choppy strokes that nearly drove her off the edge of the bed. But it was fine.  It was fantastic.  His prick kept rubbing against her clit and she loved having his body on top of hers.  He was such a strong man. 
	Lois nearly jumped off the bed as he slammed his prick into her again.  This time she could feel hot shivers going all over her body and she wanted to get his dick just as deep as she possibly could.  She wrapped her legs around his buttocks and began humping up to meet his cock.
	"You hot bitch," he said.  "You like it.  You like having a big dick in your pussy!'
	"I love it," she cried.  "I love it.  I love it!"
	He mauled her tits with his hands as he began to drive his prick into her  pussy faster than any man ever had before.  He was brutal and she loved it. She 
began to concentrate on squeezing her well trained cunt muscles.  She could feel every inch of his throbbing cock.
	"Cunt," he groaned.  "What the fuck are you doing to me?  You cunt!"
	He was trying to drive her right into the bed with his dick.  Lois moaned in pleasure.  There was nothing like being fucked and having a man play with  her
tits.  She wished she had another cock to suck on.
	"I'm going to fucking blow your ass off, bitch," he moaned.  "I'm going to  blow your proud ass off!"
	"Yes!" she cried.  "Give me your cum!  Give me all of your hot jism!"
	He fucked her faster and harder and she felt the fire of his lubricating  fluids wetting the hot insides of her snatch.
	"Give it to me," she cried.
	"You cunt," he groaned.  "You're a cunt!  You're a cunt with a proud ass.  Well I'm going to blow it off!  I'm going to fucking blow it off.  FUCK YOU, CUNNTT!"
	"Yes," she moaned savagely, as she felt the delicious spasms of joy rocking her body.  "Yes, yes, YESSSSS!"
	She felt the hot spurting of his cumjuice deep in her pussy and she loved  it.  She kept grinding her pussy up against him as far as she could. He must have had  a gallon of cum!
	He kept pumping it into her until she could feel his sticky cum cream  dripping out of her wet hole and wetting her thighs.
	"Mmmmmmm," she said softly.
	He finally let his prick come out of her pussy and he dropped onto his back beside her.  She was breathing in quick gasps.
	"You bitch," he groaned.  "You cunt.  Eat me!  Lick me dry!"
	She held his cock in her fingers and licked at his flesh until she had cleaned it. Her cunt was throbbing and wet.  There was nothing she wanted more than Clark's cock  back inside her, filling her up.  She kept licking at his cock-head until he had started getting
 hard again.
	"Get on the bed," he said.  "With your ass up.  I'm going to teach you a lesson."
	She wondered what he meant but she did as she was told.  She got on all fours as he directed.  It was just the position that Clark had seen her in with Scardino. He ran his fingers between her legs and felt her wet pussy.
	"You're hot already," he said.
	"Oh yes," she said.
	He forced one thick finger inside her brown asshole and watched Lois cry out at the sudden invasion.
	"What are you doing?" she gasped, looking back over her shoulder at him.
	"Getting your butt ready for me," he said.  Working his finger in and out, he felt the tightness gradually give way.  He pulled back and forced two fingers into her, making her cry out again.  How much more, he wondered, how much more could she take?
	"No," she begged.  "No your cock is too big.  You can't stick that up my ass!"
	Slowly he aimed the huge head of his manhood at her loosened sphincter and eased it in.
	"Please.  Don't do this.  I'll do anything.  Anything.  But I've never had anything that big in my ass before!"
	"Then it's time you did," he said.
	She had no choice, she realized.  She looked nervously over her shoulder at him, as she felt the point of his prick pushing at her tiny asshole.
	"No," she begged him.
	"I've always wanted to do this" Clark said slowly.  "I just never had the  nerve before."
	He pushed and she felt a sharp pain go through her.  She screamed and tried to escape.
	"Just relax, Lois," Clark said.  "Relax and it won't be so bad."
	She was still hot but the pain was bad.  Clark pushed slowly and his prick stretched the walls of her ass.  He popped inside.  She could feel his knob pulsating just inside her asshole.  He pushed into the buttery softness of her rectum and she screamed loudly.
	"Shut up," he said.  "Relax."
	Whimpering softly, Lois tried to relax enough for him to shove his penis forward until more of the thick shaft disappeared into her bottom.  Clark thrust himself forward again, searing through the remaining defenses of her rectum.  He pushed a little harder and finally the long length of his prick was almost completely inside her.  Lois felt like a  poker was in her belly.
	"Oh!  You've split me in half!  Oh, it hurts," she whispered.  "Clark, you're hurting  me!"
	Clark thrust forward and the last few inches of his cock went all the way into her ass.  Lois' eyes opened wide as if she couldn't believe the length of the rigid pole that filled her.
	"You like that, Lois?" Clark asked her.
	Lois didn't answer as Clark pulled his prick half out of her and then slammed it back into her again.  This time he saw that she was humping up to meet his
thrusting prick.  She knew that Lois was starting to like having her asshole filled by his 
huge cock.
	"Do you like that?" Clark asked again.  "Do you like having my big prick inside
you?"
	"Yes," Lois admitted.  "Yes, yes, yesssss!  "
	Clark began to fuck her.
	"God," Lois screamed suddenly, "God, I've never felt anything like this before! Oh God!"
	Clark knew he had her hot and he began fucking her faster and harder,  driving his prick deep into her butt and then pulling it slowly out.  Lois' sobbing grew louder and her hips thrust up off the bed as if she was trying to shake him out of her ass.
	Lois had turned into a wild animal as she writhed beneath Clark.  He watched with satisfaction every joy spasm that went through her body.
	"I'm your cunt and ass and tits and anything else you want me to be.  Fuck  me in the ass really hard!"
	He reached up and gripped her tits again.  This time he held them tightly as  he slammed his cock into her asshole again and again.  She grunted each time he
filled her.
	"Here I cum," Clark moaned.  "Here I fucking cum.  Here I FUCKING CUM!"
	"Oh God," she cried.  "Me too!  Oh God, I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!  Oh my GODDDDD!"  She cried out again as Clark's prick erupted in what felt like gallons of thick cock cream into her asshole.
	 She moved her ass from side to side to drain every drop from his prick.  He gave her one last hard thrust, his cum spurting hotly into her rectum.  He kept cumming until her asshole felt filled with his thick jism.  Only then did he slowly pull his prick out of her leaking butthole.
	"Listen," he said.  "You're completely mine from now on.  You do exactly as I want."
	Lois looked at him for a moment.  She knew that she could go on being an Ice Queen around everyone else and that she would no longer need to look at  other men.  Not when she had a macho stud like Clark willing to use her like she needed to be used -like a cheap slutty whore.
 	"Yes, darling," she answered meekly.  "Anything you want."