Lois lay unmoving for a long, long moment, refusing to let the thoughts that were trying to flood her mind return. Instead, she thought only of the beautiful, wildly arousing orgasm she had just known… felt his movements on the bed behind and over her. Yes… dear God, yes…!
Suddenly, she felt his hot, wet tongue licking the smooth, sensitive flesh of her naked buttocks… then the small of her back! It stopped, and smiling, Lois slowly rolled over. Wondrously, a telepathic message came to her from the dog and she heeded it, climbing onto his back. Lois felt him rise up and soon they were soaring through the skylight and into the blue toward freedom.
Superman arrived several hours later, during the evening. Lois was nearly back to herself, having showered and dressed and given Superdog something to eat. The dog's fantastic love-making had done much to purge her feelings of self-loathing and despair that she had felt after her disgusting treatment at the hands of Lex Luthor and his men. It was with great delight and relief that she saw her Love of Steel come sailing smoothly through the window and stand before her.
Lois cried out and ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck. "Oh, Superman! It's been awful here without you."
Superman cuddled her and nodded sadly. He had seen everything that had happened to her since he had left, including the wild dog-fucking she had submitted to, and he knew that she was going to need all the help she could get to overcome the memories that would haunt her all her life. He also knew that she would need help in resisting the carnal temptations that had been awakened in her by her experiences this last week. He felt her soft body beneath his caressing hands, the tender, nubile bulge of her breasts against his chest, the delicate flutter of her belly against his love-starved penis. Now, thought Superman, was the time to stop beating about the bush and do his duty by her as a man whom she loved and trusted. Now was the time to make her forget the incredible number of hard, invading cocks that had fucked her girlish pussy recently. She had to forget them, or she might feel the need to go back to them, for her libido, once aroused, might begin to rule her thoughts and actions. From Perry White and Jimmy Olsen to Lothar the Nubian and Kan-el, the super dog, she had run the gamut of sensuality and she would be vulnerable to easy seduction from here on.
"Lois," he said gently, raising her tearful face with a gentle hand. "I know what you've been through, and I understand." Yes, he understood, yet he swore that Lex Luthor and the men that had violated Lois would not live out the week, that he would track them down one by one and painfully put them to death.
"Do you, my darling?" Lois asked with trembling lips.
"Yes, dearest, and I've come to make it all right now."
Superman kissed her, deeply, and Lois responded naturally, a whine of released passion rising in the throat. Her first super kiss, and it would not be her last, she vowed. Superman's had were moving over her body, pulling at buttons and zippers, and Lois surrendered gladly. It wasn't long before Lois and naked and trembling in his arms and he helped her pull off his own tight-fitting clothes. When he was as naked as she, she stepped back and saw for the first time with her eyes the awesome tool of his manhood, of his supermanhood. It had swollen and erected to a good ten inches long, two in diameter, and with a purplish-red crown that seemed to glow. The opening in the end was threatening and somewhat frightening, but he moved toward her and went to work on the sensitive places on her body. Her cunt immediately juiced up.
Superman lost no time in indulging the fantasies he had been having about her all this time. Kan-el watched him jealously as he carried her to the bed, laid her gently there and slowly separated her thighs. With super precision, the scarlet tip of his steely cock found the center of her feminine foramen, parting the delicate petals of the tingling orifice, and sinking forcefully inside. Lois' voice rose in a wail of unbelievable joy as she felt the soft, silky, but firm knob of the giant cock plumbing her most intimate depths, his balls of steel whapping against her cringing, pink asshole.
Superman's years of sexual abstinence were ended. His whole life he had passed without sexual feeling, but his days-long exposure to kryptonite had tenderized his nerve endings and made it possible to feel the incredibly tight and smooth texture of Lois's cunt. As her pussy pumped upward at him as if with a life of its own, Superman's cock leapt into an action he had never known it possessed. His hips pumped at a furious speed, churning her secretions into a white foam of arousal as they both climbed together the heights of physical joy. He pussy clamped tighter and tighter on his ramming rod of steel and Superman bridged his body on his straightened arms to facilitate the jack-hammering motion of his cock.
Over in the corner, the dog eyed them with near-uncontrollable jealousy. Superman had stolen his female, the one he himself had given him. Now he was taking her back. Kan-el's eyes blazed as his muscles bunched for the attack. As the copulating couple screamed their fulfillment and the Man of Steel pumped his long-pent-up sperm into the grateful vagina of the tender female, the dog finally lost all control, forgetting his loyalty to his master.
Superdog, the only surviving canine from the planet Krypton, roared like an angry lion.
And attacked!
EPILOGUE
It was with considerable injury and effort that Superman managed to calm the rampaging dog. Obviously, the Man of Steel could see, the dog needed to be considered in all future plans, and following much intellectual communication with Kan-el, and arrangement was arrived at.
Several months later, Lois gave birth to a number of offspring. The dog's embryo, being a super-embryo, could not be terminated, and so the litter of puppies had to be left to grow alongside Lois' and Superman's super-twins, one male and one female. It was necessary for Lois to quit her job at the Daily Planet and move to the Fortress of Solitude to care for the two babies and four pups. It was far from the ideal situation, for he had to leave Superdog there to guard all of them, and Superman was well aware that while he was absent for days, weeks and months at a time, Lois and the dog would, out of necessity, be sharing pleasure in their remote and lonely clime. Still, he supposed that was better than having Lois, with her newly-awakened and uncontrollable sexuality, on the loose in Metropolis.
Lex Luthor had vanished again and was certainly lurking somewhere, waiting to avenge himself on Superman through Lois. Life was going to be difficult for Superman and Lois as a couple for the immediate future. Still, he supposed things could be worse, and he now had Lois waiting for him at the Fortress of Solitude where, finally, they could have plenty of that-solitude-whenever he could turn manage to get Kan-el to baby-sit and stop sniffing around the woman.
Things could be better, ideally, but then again he had to admit, while gazing into her beautiful, passion-flushed eyes whilst fucking his steely cock into her, that they could be a hell of a lot worse.