Superman and Supergirl: United in Evil, Part 2

   PART TWO

   Lois Lane's apartment was falling into ruin. Her encounter with Supergirl
and Alisha had left her in a bit of a tailspin. She sat at her kitchen table,
smoking her umpteenth Marlboro of the morning, when the doorbell rang.
   It was Superman.
   "Good morning, Lois," he said. "Late for work?"
   "Oh, I've got a few things to do," she said. "Come in."
   "Mind if I bum a smoke?"
   Oh, God, she thought. They've converted him.
   "Sure," she said. "When did you start smoking?"
   "Recently," he said. "Kinda like it. Kinda like a lotta new things. Kinda
like you."
   "Why, I like you, too, Superman," she said. "You've been a great friend."
   "Want to fuck a friend?" he asked.
   She was nervous. She fumbled pulling her own cigarette out of the pack. She
did love him. It wasn't the same since Supergirl and Alisha's visit. The walls
of formality were down.
   "Sure," she said, taking a draw on the cigarette. "Why not? I mean, you
rock."
   They embraced. Superman kissed her passionately. Smoky tongues
intermingled. Lois reached with one hand and felt the girth of Superman's
penis, protruding against his tights. This was her deepest, darkest secret
coming to life. Dozens of evil dreams, long repressed, streamed into her
mind.
   "You rock, too," said Superman. "How can I pleasure you, bitch?"
   "Just how fast can that tongue of yours go?" she asked playfully.
   "Pretty fucking fast," he said, as he yanked off her clothes.
   "The windows are open," Lois said, pointing at the balcony.
   "Don't worry," he said. "I'll kill anyone who watches."
   She laughed, not really knowing whether or not he was kidding. Superman was
more subtle than expected. He actually showed some playfulness, some
restraint, as he licked away at her pussy. She sighed and enjoyed her
cigarette. Tears welled in her eyes as the Man of Steel brought her to climax.
She loved him. What a man. What would she not do for him?
   When Lois came, she just yelped a bit, breathing deeply and gasping for
air. Superman's head emerged from her midsection and he joined her on the
couch. They lie there, embracing as she cooled down. She lit two more
cigarettes, handing one to Superman.
   For a while, they were silent.
   "I love you, Superman," Lois whispered. "I've always loved you."
   Superman's features sharpened, though. The gleam in his eyes seemed to
change.
   "Return the favor, bitch," he said. "I'd like my cock sucked now."
   So much for romance.
   "Don't you love me, too, Superman?" Lois asked.
   "I'll love you when those pouty-ass lips of yours are wrapped around my
dick."
   But that was a turn-on, too, Lois realized. She liked it when the Man of
Steel talked dirty. She wanted to please him. She took another draw from her
cigarette and, still trembling, crawled to his side and blew the warm smoke on
his member. Then, trying to be smooth and fluid despite the fact that her body
was still wracked by involuntary spasms, she wrapped her lips around
Superman's penis and moved up and down. As slowly as she could manage. Up and
down.
   "Oh, you fuckin' slut," said Superman. "Atta way to go, baby. Yes, I
fuckin' love you. Yes, I'm just about to shoot a wad down your slutty fuckin'
throat. Yes, I'll do anything for you, baby. What do you want? What do you
fuckin' want?"
   "I just want you, Superman," breathed Lois, cum dripping from her mouth.
"It's all I've ever wanted."
   "Well, that sets you apart from the rest of the fucking world," said
Superman. "It's kinda cool being valued for something besides saving their
lives.
   "I'm gonna need your help, Lois," he added.
   "Anything, baby," she said.
   "I might need a friend down at the Daily Planet," Superman said. "I mean, I
know the biz myself. I want ask you to do anything you can't do. I'll just
give you the information you need to, well, paint things in a positive
light."
   Superman reached into a pocket hidden in the cape, which, along with the
rest of his uniform, had been strewn onto the floor. He pulled out a pair of
black, horn-rimmed glasses and put them on.
   "Clark!" Lois exclaimed. "I'll be goddamned. It's true."
   "Surely you've had your suspicions."
   "Yeah, but it seemed so improbable."
   "See, baby, now we can work together. We can give the world what it needs
to hear, and I can put on my tights and cape and make sure they get the
message."
   "What do you mean?" she asked.
   "Well, first things first," said Superman. "Pretty soon I'm gonna kill that
fuckin' Lex Luthor."
   "Well, OK," Lois said. "Guess that means taking the law into your own
hands."
   "Oh, I'm gonna do that," said Superman. "I'm tired of fuckin' with this
due-process bullshit. I'm tired of wasting my powers and being bound by human
limitations. I'm fuckin' Superman.
   "But I'll use discretion, baby. I'll make it look right. I haven't been
observing things and working both sides of the street for no good reason. You
and me - and Supergirl, too -- we'll clean things up. We'll make the whole
fuckin' world rock!"
   "I'm with you," said Lois. "Would you make me one promise, though?"
   "Sure. What?"
   "Could we, like, fuck now?"

   END OF PART TWO

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