He looked down at the kneeling figure of the love-starved widow and smiled as she finally pulled her hungrily sucking mouth away from his pelvis, a thin sticky trail of semen dangling from her lips and chin like a spider's web. Yes sir, she was right where he wanted her, nothing stood in his way now, those checks from her dead millionaire husband's account might as well be his! Money to finance the plot he was hatching against his most hated enemy and the girl that love him.
Yes, Lex had other things on his mind… other things that the love-starved widow would not have understood in her silent modest humility. Things a God-fearing woman such as herself didn't even know happened in a big city where everyone is prey to other lethal talons.
His thoughts turned to the young, virginal girl reporter in the newspaper office across the way.
Oh, it was going to be so fine.
Lois and the Shaft of Steel
Lois was in a quandary about what to do. Her semi-amorous entanglements were getting more and more complicated by the day. First there was Jimmy, her sometimes-sidekick on the many assignments she drew at the paper, with his grinning dark face and close-cropped black, Afro hair. Then there was, of course, Clark, who always watched her with guarded eyes when she had to speak with other men, and she knew that he had at least some special affection for her, as she felt she did for him, though what exactly that extended to was not quite clear to her.
Thirdly there was the chief editor Perry White-Chief, as they were wont to call him-who seemed to be making suggestions whenever she was alone with him in his office. Yesterday he had come around his desk, smiling, and edged her over against it, setting his paunch against her soft, taut belly beneath her full, round breasts. She had cringed with embarrassment and blushed to the roots of her dark hair. Perry was attractive in his middle-aged way, powerful as he was at the Daily Planet, but Lois had much higher aspirations and the great, hardening bulge she felt growing against her left her in no doubt as to what he meant when he said:
"Lois, I think we should get to know each other better." He smiled and, reaching up, stroking the back of her neck beneath her dark tresses. "A lot better."
Lois bowed her head and blinked her eyes, very uncomfortable. She didn't know what to do or say, she who was never at a loss for words, always resourceful, always relentless in her rise through the ranks of the reporters at the newspaper. She who could find a way out of almost any situation, or into any situation that would help her scoop the competition. And this discomfort was all because she, Lois Lane, who many said was one of the most beautiful girls in Metropolis, was a virgin, whose sweet vagina had never known the joy of a hard cock thrusting inside it.
Perry had kissed her neck on that oh-so-tender spot beneath her right ear, drawing his knee up between her thighs to the hotspot that was even now responding wetly to the unwanted stimulation. Her mind rebelled at being touch by a man thirty years older than her twenty-three, but her awe of the Chief and her fear of his power over her made her part her lips when his mouth came down on hers. Lois' problem was that, now out of her teens, she was getting no regular sex from anyone. It was by her own choice that she had avoided such things, on religious and moral grounds, but she felt that she would be very inclined to surrender her virginity to Superman, if he were ever to want it, if he ever swept her into those strooooong arms, tore her clothes away and thrust his Cock of Steel up into her tender, wanting pussy.
But this was no Superman who was prying her thighs apart on the desk right now, but the paunchy, grey-haired editor of the newspaper, the man with the power to keep her down, let her rise, or fire her on any pretext. It was a situation in which Lois had absolutely no experience, for Perry was the only boss she had had in the last four years, and her existence depended on his approval. Now she was faced with this bad situation, or that of possibly losing her job. But when Jimmy Olsen burst into the room, his tight black hair in an Afro and a brilliant smile shining from his dark brown face, saving her from a fate worse than unemployment, she breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief.
"Miss Lane, Chief," Jimmy burbled, the position in which he had caught them not lost on him. "Superman's here, in the offices. He has something important to tell us, he says."
"Oh, good!" Lois exclaimed, straightening her skirt, and hurrying through the door into the outer offices. "This could be a story."
Superman stood there in his tight, blue-and-red suit, his hands on his hips and his great nine-inch cock with its burgeoning, circumcised corona outlined against the thin fabric. Lois, in her state of reluctant, semi-arousal, found her gaze drawn to that impressively powerful cudgel.
"I'm afraid it's just the opposite," Superman said in his quiet voice. "In fact, I need you to cover for me while I'm away."
"Oh!" Lois said, startled, tearing her eyes away from that massively silhouetted penis, ashamed at the way her thoughts were going and afraid that Superman could read them.
Perry White and Jimmy were standing there behind her as Superman spoke to them all together. "The Outlaws of Zinn have been released from the prison where they've been kept for the last six thousand years. I've received a message from Zoltar that they're getting ready to come here, to earth, to carry out some evil plan. Zoltar located them at their secret base on a planet called Wishtar in the Zoramian Galaxy. I must go there to meet them and stop them before they bring chaos to earth.
"Gee, Superman," Jimmy said. "This sounds like a really big story."
Superman shook his head. "That's exactly what it mustn't be, Jimmy. You see, if Lex Luthor finds out I'm away, there's no telling what kind of trouble he'll try to cause, and I won't be here to do anything about it."
Perry said, "Superman, you're the fastest man with a cape in the universe. Shouldn't take you long to get back for anything."
"Wrong, Mr. White. The Zoramian Galaxy is a hundred light years away. It's a three-week round-trip, at least."
Lois looked around in disgust. "Where's Clark now? He's never around when the big things are happening."
Superman smiled. "I just spoke with him on the South Side. He's on his way to Smallville to see his mother. She's been very ill. But don't worry, I've got really good distance vision, and I'll be keeping my eye on all my friends, no matter where I am." He touched Lois on the shoulder, and she felt the thrill of arousal and adoration. "But you've got to remember one thing. No one must know that I'm gone, or Luthor will be make no end of problems for Metropolis. Do you all understand?"
Lois nodded, a bit tearfully. "How long before we see you again, Superman?" she asked.
"At least two weeks," said the Man of Steel. "That's why no one must know that I'm gone. Criminals, and Luthor in particular, will raise all kinds of hell."
Lois felt a sinking in her belly and a definite cooling of her hot, wet pussy. She would have to wait at least two weeks before she would know the thrill of the possibility of giving her virginity to Superman, to him, the most masculine man on earth or in the universe. She blinked back her tears, and Superman, as if sensing her feeling, took her hand and kissed it, right there in fRont of everyone.
"Wait for me, Lois," he said warmly. "I won't be gone forever."
Perry White, standing behind the small group, narrowed his eyes. He had detected the growing affection between Superman and Lois, and it made him furious that, after all he had done to help the young reporter, she felt no gratitude nor desire to repay him with the only currency she had-with her beautiful, untouched body. However, the Chief Editor had no intention of letting her off that lightly, and if he had his way, Superman would only be tasting what he, Perry White, had already sampled.