Or perhaps she had changed. Two days ago, she would never have submitted to an ass-fucking, and now she was loving it, even begging for it, pleading for Malcolm to ream out her asshole with his tool. It still hurt to be ass-fucked, but the pain was over come with sexual pleasure. She enjoyed being sexually dominated by Malcolm Reams.
"Damn!" she blurted. "I just thought of something. Bertram Havermeyer called you a superman. He was right," she said as she squeezed his drooling prick and licked a drop of cum from his cock-tip. Immediately, his prick began to swell again. He had just shot his load of jism, and here he was with a throbbing cock, a reddish cock-knob, a blue-veined tool. Christ! she thought. How in the world can a normal man get a raging hard-on only moments after shooting his wad? "I don't get it. How can you be so damned virile. It's inhuman!" She looked directly into his beautiful eyes, sighed and said, "Are you Superman?"
"With you I am," he replied. "I just can't get enough of your hot pussy and tight asshole. And right now I plan on sucking your cunt, you beautiful little redheaded bitch."
As she stretched out and luxuriated in the feeling of his tongue that licked tenderly across her clit, she felt like the luckiest woman in the entire world. She had the greatest stud in the history of mankind. Was he Superman? she wondered.
"Aaaeeee!" she wailed as she came again.
Then Malcolm plunged his prick into her mouth and she sucked his big, hard cock eagerly. She greedily gulped down his jism when he shot a thick load of cum into her mouth.
Jism drooled out of the corners of her mouth.
She tried to speak, but the words came out all muted, and her lips foamed with his jism. She licked her lips and gulped down his remaining jism, swallowing every drop. Then she tried to speak again. In a whimpering voice, she asked, "Malcolm, tell me the truth, are you Superman?"
Malcolm laughed heartily and shook his head in disbelief. "No, my darling. I'm just a horny man who is in love with a beautiful young woman. I'm certainly not Superman."
"B-but that bastard Bertram Havermeyer fired five shots at you. You never flinched. You were never scared. I thought that we were going to die right then and there. But after he shot at you, and didn't hurt you, I wasn't worried at all. It was as though the bullets just bounced off your chest. And you were there with a bare-chest, honey. You weren't wearing a bullet-proof vest I don't understand." She gripped his prick and stroked his lengthy cock-stalk. Immediately, his cock began to get hard. Within seconds he had a massive hard-on. She kissed his cock-knob tenderly and looked into his eyes. "You are unbelievable, Malcolm. You really are Superman, aren't you?"
"No, Sally. I'm merely an ordinary man. I have an unusually large prick, and an unusually large sex drive, but otherwise I'm a normal human being. I'm no Superman, believe me."
"Yeah, sure," Sally said, sarcastically. "Then how come bullets bounce off your chest? Your bare chest!"
Malcolm panted breathlessly as Sally stroked his prick to a giant erection. "Darling, those bullets didn't bounce off my chest." He shook his head and chuckled boyishly.
"Bullshit! I saw him fire five shots at you, at point-blank range. He aimed right at your chest. You never flinched. You don't have a single hole in your perfect body. How the hell do you explain that?"
"Sally, I've been Bertram Havermeyer's flunky stud for years. I knew his every mood, his every move. He trusted me. I played along with his game, only because I had no confidence in my own abilities. He made me feel like a stupid muscle bound stud who had nothing to offer but a foot-long prick. He used me. He manipulated me. But when I made love to you, I became a new man. All of a sudden everything made sense to me. I realized that I really wasn't stupid. And I was determined to save you. But I had to play along with Bertram Havermeyer to accomplish my purpose, do you understand?"
"Yes! I understand that, damn it!" she exclaimed as she stroked his prick and admired his lengthy cock-stalk. "But that's not the point! He fired five bullets at you, and you never got hurt! Why weren't you killed?"
Malcolm's prick throbbed and he found it difficult to speak. "Sally, my loved one, I told you that I was Bertram Havermeyer's flunky. I was in charge of loading his revolver. Get it?"
Sally laughed loudly, and squeezed Malcolm's prick. "You loaded his gun with blanks!" she blurted.
"No shit, Sherlock! Now, what say we have a little tumble in the hay, Ms. Holmes?"
"Brilliant idea, Watson," she replied as she guided his rock-hard prick into her seething pussy. "Hey, Superman," she added, "do your stuff!"