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A Weekend in Lois Lane	By : Dandello2000 Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Superman (All Movies) > Superman (All Movies) Views: 5679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sunrise found Clark on the back deck of Richard and Lois’s house savoring his cup of coffee. He loved this time of morning – the world seemed so new, so fresh. No problems to solve, no issues to be resolved. It was promising to be a beautiful day in Metropolis.
Lois and Richard were still asleep in the master bedroom. He could hear their slow, even heartbeats.
Last night had been more than he had imagined it could be. He had told Richard that he was inexperienced but not innocent – no one with the ability to see though walls could be truly innocent – but he hadn’t been quite truthful. He was innocent in some ways. He had never imagined that Richard would want him that way or that he would respond so… so thoroughly.
And there was still today. Jason wasn't coming back home until tomorrow.
‘You’re his slut this weekend. I give you to him,’ Richard told Lois.
‘Richard wants you too, Farm Boy,’ Lois had said before falling asleep.
He was getting a hard on just remembering. Lois bound and available as Richard watched her being taken. Richard’s eyes as they both took Lois and her gasps of pleasure at feeling both of them inside her. The glow of Richard’s skin as Clark pleasured him.
It was going to be hard to top what happened last night.
His new cell phone vibrated in his jeans pocket and he checked the caller ID – Jimmy. He flipped the phone open.
“Jimmy, what’s up?” he asked. He had to remember to keep his voice high and light. “It’s a little early for you isn’t it?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Jimmy said.
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”
On the other end Jimmy cleared his throat. “Uh, I knew you were going to Lois and Richard’s last night and I just… I figured you needed a silent alarm. So everything’s okay?”
“Everything’s fine, Jimmy. Thanks. I’ll see you Monday.” He flipped his phone closed as the house phone rang. He heard Richard sleepily answer it.
“Hullo?”
“Are you and Lois okay?” Perry White asked. Clark snuck a peek into their room.
Richard flopped back on the bed, phone still to his ear. “Oh crud, I forgot to call you. Yeah, Clark made it here and we had a great time. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Lois so surprised as when she saw him.”
“You’re sure you’re both okay?”
“I’m sure, Uncle Perry. Heck, Lois offered Clark the extra bedroom. I don’t know if I should be worried about that or not.”
Clark heard Perry’s deep chuckle over the phone. Richard said ‘goodbye’ and hung up. Clark pulled his vision in and waited, looking out over the water.
After a few moments he heard feet padding down the stairs and across the plush carpet to the French doors to the deck.
“You’re up early,” Richard said.
“I don’t need a lot of sleep,” Clark said. “A couple hours at most. And I can’t sleep when the sun’s up.”
Richard shivered and Clark realized how cold it was on the deck. He’d forgotten how chilly Metropolis got in late autumn.
He ushered Richard back inside the house.
“Coffee smells good,” Richard commented.
“I put a fresh pot on when I got back from my patrol. It’s quiet this morning.”

He followed Richard into the kitchen and watched the man pour himself a cup of coffee.
“Jimmy called me to make sure I was okay,” Clark said.
Richard chuckled. “Uncle Perry called too.”
“I heard,” Clark admitted.
“Jimmy was Lois’s silent alarm when we were first dating. I guess my reputation as a ladies’ man preceded me. Anyway, I forgot to tell you it might be a good idea if you had one and it looks like Jimmy volunteered himself.”
“Does everybody in the newsroom know about what you and Lois…”
Richard shook his head. “Jimmy suspects, I think. So does Uncle Perry. But if anybody else does they haven’t said anything.”
Clark watched Richard sip his coffee.
“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” Clark asked.
“Nothing, really. Grab lunch out, maybe. I was thinking of having Lois dress up, but just a thong underneath with a remote controlled vibrator tucked up inside. Turn it on and that’s her cue to service one of us.”
“That’s not exactly nothing,” Clark pointed out.
“Actually, it’s one of the things we do quite a lot,” Richard admitted. “The danger turns her on.”
“I was thinking of something a little different,” Clark said. “A picnic lunch on a warm secluded beach.”
Richard gave him a surprised look and Clark felt his cheeks grow warm. “I don’t often get to show off, either as Clark or Superman. Lois is the only person I’ve ever taken flying for fun. It would be nice to share some of the places I know.”
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Lois woke up to the scent of fresh coffee wafting through the house and a cold bed. Richard usually was up before she was on the weekends so she wasn’t surprised to find she was alone. She ran a tongue over her teeth and realized she had gone to bed without brushing her teeth. Then she tried to recall how she had gotten to bed. She remembered strong arms and a broad chest that seemed to radiate a higher than normal temperature.
She remembered feeling utterly sated and utterly loved. Had it been a dream? Or had Clark actually shown up last night? Was Clark the one Richard chose to watch her with?
She listened to the sounds of the house. There were voices downstairs. One she recognized as Richard, the other… the other was undeniably Clark. It hadn’t been a dream after all.
She slid out of bed and slipped on a terry robe.
“I hope there’s coffee left,” she groused when she got to the kitchen.
Clark handed her a mug and she sipped it. It was perfect, as always. She didn’t know how he did it but his coffee was always perfect. Like he was. Perfect. Scratch that. Superman was perfect. Clark was Clark.
“It looks like, unless there’s a major disaster, we have the entire day free,” Lois said when she felt the coffee warming her. “So, what’ve you got planned?”
“I was thinking lunch and then the Art Museum,” Richard said. “But Clark was thinking a picnic lunch somewhere warm. Clothes optional, I assume.”
“Well, you might want to pack some cover-ups. And sun screen,” Clark said.
“And some toys?” Lois asked coyly.
“Two men aren’t enough?” Clark asked. She wasn't sure if he was amused or confused. Richard just had his knowingly smug look on.
“She just wants to make sure she’s happily occupied while we’re… not busy with her,” he said with a chuckle.
Clark smiled. He had a beautiful smile that he didn’t let many people see as Clark. Richard had a beautiful smile too, and that was one of the reasons she had fallen for him when he first appeared in her life.
A day on a warm beach with two great men? Oh yes. Her belly was fluttering just thinking about it.
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Clark dropped Richard and the toys off first, giving the assistant editor time to look around the island. It wasn’t actually deserted. There was a modern house, all steel and glass, jutting from the cliffs that overlooked the beaches on the eastern side of the island.
Richard made his way up to the house and was heartened to find that the key Clark had given him really did work. Richard looked for evidence of the house’s – and presumably the island’s – true ownership but the building was tastefully impersonal. There wasn’t even a phonebook by the sophisticated satellite videophone in the kitchen.
The super-size bed in the master suite looked as though it was newly made. There was no dust in the house which told Richard that there was probably a caretaker either living on the island or on one of the neighboring ones.
The kitchen freezer was well stocked with fast-to-fix entrees and the liquor cabinet and wine cooler indicated the stocking had been done by someone with exquisite and expensive tastes. Richard wondered exactly whose house and island Clark was borrowing for the day.
The kitchen phone rang. With trepidation, Richard picked it up. As far as he knew, no one knew he was there except for Clark and Lois. The screen stayed blank as Richard said hello.
A deep man’s voice responded, “Oh, is Clark there yet?”
“He should be back any time now,” Richard said.
There was a chuckle. “When you see him, tell him Katherine Kowalski turned herself in to the Miami-Dade sheriff’s department about an hour ago. She claims Luthor is dead, killed by the crew of the boat that picked them up from one of the islands not too far from where you are.”
Richard’s journalistic instincts kicked in. “How did she survive when he didn’t?”
Another deep chuckle. “She had something to trade for passage and he didn’t. When Clark shows up, let him know I called. And if Superman pops by to check on you guys, ask him to check out the area Kowalski said they were picked up. Maybe he can find Luthor’s body.” The voice gave Richard a set of co-ordinates that he recognized as not being too far from the Florida Keys.
“And when I see Clark, who should I say called?” Richard asked.
“Bruce.”
“And does Bruce have a last name?”
This time it was a full fledged laugh. “Nice try, Mister White.”
There was a loud click as the connection was cut, leaving Richard to wonder about who the mysterious ‘Bruce’ was and how much he knew about Clark and what was going on.
Maybe Clark would explain it when he got here with Lois. In the meantime, he needed to get ready for them. Clark had given him a Kryptonian style robe to wear and he didn’t want to disappoint his new lover.
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Clark watched as Lois packed her travel bag – sunscreen, lotions, a change of clothes. She also had a cooler filled with fresh fruit and cheese, cans of whipped cream, flavored cream cheese, sweet sauces, and the bottle of wine Clark had brought the night before.
“You’ve packed enough to feed a small army,” Clark commented.
She chuckled. “Well, we’ve got to keep our strength up.” She popped one of the grapes into her mouth, holding it in her teeth, teasing him with the redness of her lips around the round fruit.
This wasn’t the woman he had left behind.
“I envy Richard,” Clark managed to stammer out. He was the most powerful man on the planet but this dark haired seductress left him feeling like a callow teenager.
“Oh?”
“He’s had you for all this time.”
“And now he’s willing to share?”
Clark didn’t know what to say to that. She smiled gently at him.
“Fidelity is not something that comes naturally to him,” Lois said. “I knew that early on. But he’s always been discrete. But here’s the shocker, Farm Boy, he’s willing to share me with you because he wants you as badly as I do.”
“Superman is a sexual fantasy for a lot of people. Nothing I can do about it.”
“Well, the blue suit doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination. But Superman isn’t the one he really wants.”
That surprised him.
She went on. “When you showed up at work after that whole nightmare was finally over, he was watching you. He actually asked me what you looked like naked. You’re the only one at work he’s ever asked that about.”
“What did you tell him?”
“That he was a fool for thinking that way about a co-worker. Then he told me you were still in love with me and the only reason you hadn’t done anything was because I was practically married.”
“He’s right, you know.”
“I know. But I’ll tell you, when Richard took off my blindfold and I saw you with your cock inside me like that… I was so… I’d been afraid you’d be turned off by how my body’s changed.”
“I hadn’t really noticed except that you’re a little rounder, a little more fleshed out than you were before,” he said. “It makes you more…” He searched for the right word. “…womanly.”
“I have stretch marks from carrying Jason.”
“As I said, more womanly. Why should I be repulsed by evidence that you’ve had a child? It only makes you more desirable. There are cultures where a woman who shows signs of having borne a child is considered the most desirable of all.”
Lois was wearing a peasant skirt and blouse and simple flat sandals. He also knew she was braless and panty-less. He reached under her skirt, caressing the soft skin of her ass before reaching around to tease her nether lips. She was wet and ready, her juices beginning to run down her inner thighs.
“I want you, again and again,” she said as he slipped two, then three fingers inside her.
“But Richard is waiting for us,” Clark reminded her softly. His thumb lingered over her clit, massaging it. He felt it grow even harder at his touch.
“He gave me to you for this weekend,” she murmured.
“Maybe I want to watch him with you.” He pulled his fingers away and she tried to grab his hand to stop him. He easily overpowered her, pulling away from her.
“I didn’t think Clark Kent could be so cruel as to deny a woman in need,” she complained.
“I don’t want to leave Richard waiting.” He scooped her up in his arms, making sure there were no curious eyes looking their way. Then he launched into the air with her, the cooler, and her bag.
Very soon they were flying over the Florida Keys and south to the private island he was borrowing for the day. Clark had been surprised that Bruce had been so amenable to allowing him to bring friends to this hidden paradise. Bruce jealously guarded his privacy and the island was one of his most private places. Even his ownership of it was hidden under layers and layers of shell companies and proxies.
Clark set Lois on her feet not far from the house. He appreciated how quickly she covered her surprise at seeing the house. Lois was nothing if not resilient.
“Who owns it?” she asked, picking up her bag and starting for the structure.
“A friend.”
“Some friend.”
“A good friend,” Clark said. “He likes his privacy,” he added.
“So you’re not going to tell me who it is.”
He shook his head and grinned at her.
Lois persisted. “But how am I supposed to thank him if I don’t know who it is?”
“I’ll thank him for you, later,” Clark promised.
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‘Clark can be so utterly infuriating,’ Lois fumed as she climbed the wide stone steps to the house. ‘Stubborn, pig-headed…’
Then she caught sight of Richard waiting at the top of the stairs. He was dressed in a white knee length tunic, trousers, and light boots that shimmered in the sunlight.
“I was afraid you guys had gotten lost,” Richard said, taking the bag from Lois and leading her inside the house. “Clark, Bruce called. He wanted us to tell Superman that Kitty Kowalski claims that Luthor is dead.” He handed Clark a slip of paper. “Those are the coordinates of the island Kowalski claims they were picked up from. He suggested that Superman might be able to find Luthor’s body.”
“Assuming the sharks didn’t get him,” Clark said, glancing at the paper. “This shouldn’t take too long.”
He was gone, a breeze fluttering behind him, almost before Lois knew what was happening.
“So much for a day of unbridled sex on the beach,” she complained mildly to Richard.
He chuckled. “There’s no hurry. Besides, we can always start without him.”
She reached under the tunic and discovered he wasn’t wearing trousers at all but leggings that left his crotch and ass exposed. She lifted the tunic to look. His scrotum and penis were ‘dressed’ in a shimmer of fine silver-white mesh and a silver mesh cock ring with crystal dangles hanging from it. Fine chains, sleek as silk thread, went from the cock ring up to his nipples. Other chains went between his legs and disappeared between his buns.
Lois felt her excitement building. Richard usually balked at hearing genital jewelry, although he loved seeing it on her, loved putting it on her. And he had always drawn the line at wearing a cock ring.
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‘Clark can be so utterly infuriating,’ Lois fumed as she climbed the wide stone steps to the house. ‘Stubborn, pig-headed…’
Then she caught sight of Richard waiting at the top of the stairs. He was dressed in a white knee length tunic, trousers, and light boots that shimmered in the sunlight.
“I was afraid you guys had gotten lost,” Richard said, taking the bag from Lois and leading her inside the house. “Clark, Bruce called. He wanted us to tell Superman that Kitty Kowalski claims that Luthor is dead.” He handed Clark a slip of paper. “Those are the coordinates of the island Kowalski claims they were picked up from. He suggested that Superman might be able to find Luthor’s body.”
“Assuming the sharks didn’t get him,” Clark said, glancing at the paper. “This shouldn’t take too long.”
He was gone, a breeze fluttering behind him, almost before Lois knew what was happening.
“So much for a day of unbridled sex on the beach,” she complained mildly to Richard.
He chuckled. “There’s no hurry. Besides, we can always start without him.”
She reached under the tunic and discovered he wasn’t wearing trousers at all but leggings that left his crotch and ass exposed. She lifted the tunic to look. His scrotum and penis were ‘dressed’ in a shimmer of fine silver-white mesh and a silver mesh cock ring with crystal dangles hanging from it. Fine chains, sleek as silk thread, went from the cock ring up to his nipples. Other chains went between his legs and disappeared between his buns.
Lois felt her excitement building. Richard usually balked at hearing genital jewelry, although he loved seeing it on her, loved putting it on her. And he had always drawn the line at wearing a cock ring.
“Clark has a set of these for you, too. It’s in the master bedroom,” Richard said. “Want me to help you?”
He led her into the master bedroom. The room was richly dark, with carpet so thick it felt like she was sinking into it as she walked. On the deep blue bedspread there was laid out an outfit similar to Richard’s – white leggings and a tunic and silver-white jewelry. The nipple shields and rings had crystal dangles as well as silver chains hanging from them. Her nipples, already erect from excitement, were marble hard as Richard caressed her, placing the ornate shields and rings on her nipples. The dangles and chains tickled as Richard had her bend over the edge of the bed so he could put the rest of the jewelry on her – clips on her labia and one on her clit and a final one for her ass. They bobbed sensuously as she moved, tugging at her nether lips and clit. Silver-white chains connected them together, stroking like fine silk against her nether lips and inner thighs as she pulled on the leggings. Another pair of chains pulled her labia apart, exposing her inner lips.
“You are so hot, so beautiful,” Richard murmured, kissing her on the small dimples above her ass cheeks. He thrust two, then three fingers inside her. It was all she could do to keep from grabbing his hand and forcing it even further inside her.
“You are both so beautiful,” Superman said, suddenly standing in the bedroom with them. The iconic blue and red seemed out of place in the dark opulence of the room and Lois actually felt embarrassed at him seeing her with Richard’s hand up her snatch.
As if reading her mind, Superman vanished, replace by Clark wearing leggings and the same jewelry that Richard was wearing. The dangles brushed against his thighs, sending rainbow glitters around the room as he walked toward them. He placed his large hands against her breasts, fingering the nipple rings and dangles. He pulled gently on them, sending thrills of electricity through her body while Richard slipped his meat inside her from behind.
Clark nibbled at her neck, running one hand down her belly to her clit. He caressed the dangles, gently running his fingers around her nether lips and Richard’s penis. One long finger went inside, stretching her, while his thumb circled her clit, sending waves of blinding pleasure down her legs and up her spine.
Lois wasn’t a screamer, but she let out a low moan that began deep inside her, begging for more. Her legs were threatening to give out, but the two men held her easily between them.
She felt Richard come then pull out, leaving her nether mouth hungry for more. Again, Clark seemed to read her mind. He lifted her up, impaling her on his own turgid majesty. Richard was kissing her back as he kneaded her breasts. She locked her legs around Clark’s waist, her arms around his neck. There was a sheen of sweat across his chest and belly.
She moaned again as she felt her own climax building. She twined her fingers through his hair, pulling him to her, grabbing his lower lip with her teeth. Her tongue lashed at him and he reciprocated. She shuddered as waves of toe-curling pleasure rolled through her body. She felt him shudder as well. It really was as if he was perfectly tuned into her.
Clark set her on the bed and withdrew. She mewed at feeling herself emptied. She still wanted more but Richard was eyeing Clark’s still magnificent erection. He really was a superman. Most men wouldn’t be ready for more so soon, but Lois knew Clark was ready and so was Richard. She noticed that Richard had stripped off the jewelry and had a tube of lube in his hand.
“Lie down,” Richard ordered Clark. The other man complied, his erection standing up proudly. Richard climbed on the bed, straddling him. As Lois watched, Richard lowered himself onto Clark’s shaft. It was the first time she had actually watched him having sex with another man. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely and she felt left out. She moved closer but Richard shook his head. “Just watch and enjoy,” he said.
Her bag of toys was on the bedside table and she grabbed one of her favorites, a blue, red and yellow vibrator with rotating beads halfway up the shaft and little wings for clitoral stimulation. On the date-weekends when she was in charge, she occasionally made Richard watch while she grooved to Mister Superman – the unofficial name for this not so little toy. She slipped it inside her waiting, hungry nether mouth. It wasn’t the same as having Richard or Clark inside her, pumping hard, but it would do in a pinch.
Richard was riding Clark in much the same way that she rode Richard. She hadn’t expected that watch the two of them together would be so sensual, so sexy. She plunged Mister Superman deeper as she watched her fiancé make love to another man.
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“I told you she’d need toys to keep her occupied,” Richard murmured to Clark. He had lowered himself onto his arms so he could capture Clark’s mouth with his own. Clark was holding Richard’s penis and balls in his hands, jerking Richard off in rhythm to Richard’s rocking, taking in Clark’s length then allowing it to almost withdraw. It was incredible and he hoped Clark was enjoying it as much as he was.
If Clark’s uneven breathing and gasps were any indication, he was enjoying it. Beside them, Lois was playing with her vibrator, legs splayed as she thrust it in and out. Her eyes were dark as she watched the men pleasuring each other.
Richard turned his attention back to the man beneath him. “I know Lois was your first woman, but I’m not your first man, am I?”
Richard wasn’t sure what made him so certain, but there was something about Clark’s willingness to make love to him that screamed that Clark wasn’t anywhere near as inexperienced as he led people to believe.
Clark’s muscles tensed as though he was trying to keep from losing control. After a moment he answered breathlessly, “No. But it was a long time ago.”
Richard nibbled at Clark’s neck. “Remind me to thank whoever it was for being such a good teacher.” He was close to coming and Clark seemed to sense it. Clark slowed his ministrations on Richard’s balls, rubbing his thumb over the delicate underside of Richard’s penis.
“Oh God…” The orgasm rolled over him and he squirted over Clark’s hard, sculpted belly. He rolled off, breathless. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.”
“Oh, yes,” Clark murmured, but Richard saw that his attention was back on Lois. He reached over and took her hand from her toy. He rolled over and positioned himself between her legs as he removed the toy and kissed her nether lips. She shuddered and Clark placed two, then three fingers inside her as he took the clit clamp into his teeth and gently pulled. She arched her back as though trying to get away but Richard knew she was enjoying Clark’s attention.
“Please… no…” she gasped. Richard grabbed her hands to keep her from interfering with what Clark was doing. Clark’s other hand disappeared beneath Lois’s ass, lifting her. She arched her back again and Richard guessed that Clark had fingers inside her asshole as well. Lois moaned – a guttural, animal sound. Clark’s face disappeared between her legs. She writhed under Richard’s hands.
“Oh… please… no… don’t stop… please…”
“I can taste all three of us in you,” Clark said softly, barely lifting his head. “It tastes good.”
Lois was gulping for air like a runner, her eyes glazed. She moaned and shuddered once more before collapsing, boneless, to the mattress. She was so beautiful lying there, sated. She practically glowed. Richard knew that most men would be jealous that Clark seemed to find it so easy to please her. But Clark seemed to find it easy to please him as well.
“How do you do that?” Richard asked. Clark gave him a puzzled look. “How do you know what we want, what will turn us on, when we’re ready to come?”
Clark sat up. He still had Lois’s juices on his face but that didn’t seem to bother him. “Like I said before, I can see your skin flush, your pupils dilate, even your muscles beginning to contract with orgasm. The scent changes, too. Becomes muskier, deeper toned.”
“But if you’re concentrating on pleasing us, what do you get from it?” Richard asked. It hadn’t occurred to him until now that since Clark was invulnerable, he might not feel pain or pleasure the way a human did. “I mean, supposedly, you don’t feel pain the same way we do.”
“You were there when Lois pulled that kryptonite out of my back," Clark reminded him. "But it is true for the most part. It takes a lot to trigger the pain receptors in my body.But I feel touch and everything else just fine. In fact, I have to work to keep from coming whenever I see Lois naked.”
“So do I,” Richard admitted. “There are days when working in the same room with her is very… distracting.”
Clark grinned at him. “Tell me about it, and my desk is closer than yours is. I’ve visited a lot of icebergs the past two weeks.”
Lois raised herself on her elbows and gazed at both of them. “Hey, I’m hungry and I was promised a picnic on the beach.”
Clark gave a mocking little bow even though he was still seated. “Your wish is my command.”
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