Karim al-Zib - Lois Lane

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.

Jimmy Olsen, of course, was just as envious of Superman as was the Chief. He had long been simply crazy about Lois, and he had been waiting for his chance for a couple of years. He also knew that Lois had never slept with any man, at least no in her apartment, because he had planted a secret video camera in her bedroom over a year ago, once while she was away for a weekend on assignment. On the tapes he collected once every three days, he had watched her undress, revealing her pure, white body with the flawless, creamy skin, the high, full, pink-nippled breasts, the smooth flat belly, and, below that, the plump, raven-haired mound of her vagina-which, salivating, he had watched in the most revealing display when, several times, she had lain back on her bed, spread and lifted her knees, and masturbated herself to a gushing orgasm. Jimmy distinctly felt that she was not attracted to black men, as she had never paid him any but the most platonic attention.

After Lois' heartthrob had departed, flying showily out the fifteenth-storey window and vanishing into the stratosphere, Perry called Lois and Jimmy aside. "Jimmy, I want you to cover yesterday's fire over at the Landsdowne Private School. Lois, I want you to cover the mayor's press conference at three, and then come back and report to me."

"Right, Chief," Lois said, finding new strength in her work, which distracted her frustrated, amorous thoughts from Superman.

"Right, Chief," Jimmy said.

"Yes, and don't call me Chief," Perry said for the thousandth time, adding in a low voice to Lois, "And you must call me Perry."

Lois smiled shyly and backed away.

Lois found the press conference a bore, but she did her usual competent, precise job. The subject was that the crime wave seemed to be rising again, that the school fire appeared to be arson, that women were being raped, and that the mayor's wife's pomeranian had been kidnapped and a ransome demanded on a note signed only L L. Lois giggled to think that those were her initials, but that she didn't like dogs that much.

It was with some trepidation that she took the printout of her completed story into Perry's office so that he could see it, but she found that he was already looking at it on his computer monitor. He looked up and smiled.

"Sit down, Lois," he said, gesturing to the chair. Perry got up and went the the wall cabinet, which he opened, revealing a well-stocked bar. While Lois watched, he poured two drinks and brought one over to her. "I'll bet you're ready for one of these, Lois, after sitting through that boring press conference."

Lois took the drink shyly, but was far from shy with the gulp she took. Perry was making her uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her. Was he going to try to continue with the moves he was making earlier? Because if he was she was going to have to set him straight. She belonged to Superman first, and to Clark second, should her designs on Superman's time and body become unfeasible. Perry was pacing up and down slowly, looking at her in the lecherous way of his. Lois, very thirsty after her day of hard boredom, drained the glass. Perry saw her do it and, smiling broadly, gave her a refill.

"You really must take it easier, Lois," Perry said, pulling up and chair beside hers. "You're all uptight."

Lois was feeling strange. She had had screwdrivers before, but this one seemed especially stRong. She would have been dismayed to know that Perry had given her more than just orange juice and vodka.

Perry had been around, and when he he fixed his horns for Lois, the beautiful, virginal Lois, he had contacted an old man in China Town, who had provided him with this ancient, calmative aphrodisiac. He had promised that, for the rather exorbitant price the editor had paid, Lois would be fairly frothing at the pussy within fifteen minutes.

Lois felt her head spinning and rubbed her temples. Something was wRong. She could feel her nipples begin to tingle and the insides of her thighs began to burn. What was it that a press conference and a little screwdriver was doing to her?

"Are you all right, Lois?" Perry asked. "You don't seem well."

"Chief," she said, "I think I've overdone today. Do you think I could go home?"

Perry smiled, and Lois caught a glimpse of his lecherous eyes. Standing up behind her, he put his hands to the the back of her neck, rubbing gently. Lois sighed, all the tension seeming to leave her body as lightning bolts of strange sensations shot through her breasts and loins. As he kneaded the muscles along the top of her shoulders, she felt strange, alien feelings sweep through her body.

Perry said, "You can go home in a little while. I promise you'll be feeling much better than you ever have before."

Lois allowed her head to drop back. Her head felt so strange and the Chief's fingers seemed to be attached to electrodes where he touched her.

"You're such a capable young woman," Perry said. "I just know you're destined to rise to the top of the journalistic hill. The one thing you need to remember is to do the right thing politically."

"Oh?" Lois said. Her own voice seemed far away and Perry's fingertips had moved down in front of her so that they rested just above the swellings of her breasts.

"That means pleasing the right people," he said. "Doing favors and then having them repaid in other ways. Know what I mean?"

Lois, naive to the ways of men and women, tried to order her thoughts. What did he mean by that exactly? She was trying to think when his hands came down, under the neckline of her dress so that his had covered the ample cups of her bra. He squeezed her luscious, round tits and her words caught in her throat. She moaned and her buttocks shifted in the chair, sliding down and allowing her legs to splay out slightly before her. Her shoulders trembled as Perry slid his hands carefully under her bra to palm the smooth flesh of her tits directly, feeling her large nipples harden immediately under his caress.

"Aaaahh," she breathed, but was unable to move or do anything. This was completely out of order, but she was feeling so strange, as if she had no will to resist. And down there, before her legs, she felt her untouched vagina beginning to moisten. She shifted her bottom again on the seat, felt a heat burning up the slit of her pussy into the cleft of her ass, causing her tight, little anus to itch and tingle. In fact, the whole area was beginning to itch and tingle. Lois groaned and felt her breasts seem to swell against Perry White's palms, the nipples hardening painfully.

Perry looked down into the warm cleft of her bosom. One hand lowered the zipper at her back and the other eased the dress down over her big tits in front. He found the clasp in back and pushed the bra away, revealing the large, round, creamy mounds and the tight, pink nipples and aureolae. He adjusted her clothing downward over her shoulder and tits until Lois sat there naked to the waist. The Chief's mouth descended from behind, his lips and tongue playing over the sensitive areas beneath her ears and tops of her shoulders. Between expert kisses, Perry spoke in a low, smooth, seductive voice.