
Lois & Clark
The Adventures of Superman

                                      CLARK AND KAT
                                      By Author Unknown


	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.

