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Sexual Adventures of Lois Lane	By : TheChemist Category: Smallville > General Views: 8172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Sexual Adventures of Lois Lane - Transference
Show: Smallville
Author: The Chemist
Pairings: Chloe Sullivan/Clark Kent, Lana Lang/Clark Kent, Lois Lane/Clark Kent
Codes: MF, Anal, Blackmail, Oral
Disclaimer: I do not own or have anything to do with Smallville, nor any of its characters or settings, specifically Chloe Sullivan, Lana Lang, Lionel Luthor, Lois Lane and Clark Kent. I make no money from this act of fiction.
Summary: Lionel Luthor swaps bodies with Clark with chaos ensuing. Well, chaos and loads of sex. S04E06

How could it all go so wrong...or so well, depending on the perspective. One minute, Lionel Luthor was wasting away in prison, sure to die of terminal cancer in months if he was lucky. He had obtained an alien artifact that would, in theory, allow him to swap bodies with someone. Given that his heir, Lex, had been such a disappointment, Lionel had chosen him.
Meanwhile, on a farm in Smallville, Kansas, Clark Kent went from being told he’d have scouts coming to watch his next game, to being doubled over in pain from ringing in his airs. He took off with his super speed and arrived at the prison before Lionel could perform the transference with one of the stones Clark had been hunting. The transference still happened, only with Lionel now inhibiting the brawny and super-powered body of Clark Kent, instead of the rather average Lex Luthor.
“What the fuck just happened!” Lex shouted after watching Clark and Lionel touch before his dad’s body went flying across the jail, falling unconscious.
“Huh,” Lionel-in-Clark’s body commented. “Interesting.”
And things only got more interesting for Lionel, having discovered Clark’s super strength, super-hearing and all the other Kryptonian abilities. Having a youthful body was only half the solution. Well, more than half. Before being locked away in prison by his son and that wannabe junior reporter Chloe Sullivan, Lionel had stashed billions away in offshore accounts so he needed to get to them. Of course, the Kent’s didn’t have a computer, much less the internet, but Martha Kent had revealed that the high school newspaper that Clark worked at did.
Having learnt about his super-speed, Clark/Lionel sped to Smallville’s only high school and eventually found the offices of the newspaper, The Torch. It took the MacIntosh computer a few minutes to boot up and eventually load the Luthor Corp website, but that’s when trouble started. After entering in his personal username and password, a large warning flashed on the screen reading INVALID.
“Grrr!” Clark/Lionel growled, smashing his fist through the corner of the desk and splintering the wood. “Lex changed the password.”
Only a moment later, the light in the office flicked on and in the doorway stood Lionel’s least favorite person. Chloe Sullivan. Though it was Lex who had done the heavy lifting in getting Lionel sent away, young Miss Sullivan played a pivotal role as well. Even worse, Lionel found his young teen body responding to the image of the pretty blonde, who wore a green, tight fitting shirt that showed off her surprisingly large bust. She gave Clark a friendly smile before putting her bag down, revealing that not only did Chloe have impressive breasts, but she had a nice, large, round ass as well.
“What?” Chloe asked, seeing the way Clark/Lionel’s eyes lingered on her body. Coming further into the office, she noted the destroyed corner of the desk. “Whoa! What happened to that?”
Once more, Clark/Lionel found his new, young body reacting to Chloe, especially when the blonde got on her knees before him to inspect the damage to the desk. Her neckline was not only loose fitting, but low cut, allowing Clark/Lionel to stare right down her top and at the fleshy mounds. Clark/Lionel was a gambling man, and he was willing to wager that young Miss Sullivan was at least a C-cup and maybe more.
“It was like this when I arrived,” Clark/Lionel answered.
“Weird,” Chloe said, standing up and going to her own desk.
“You know, Chloe, I'm concerned about your well being,” he said, trying and failing to talk more like Clark and less like himself.
“Oh yeah? Why is that?” Chloe couldn’t help but laugh at his weird speech pattern.
“If Lionel Luthor managed somehow to get out of prison, what do you suppose he'd do?” Clark/Lionel asked with a smug look on his now handsome face. “About you, I mean.”
Chloe wasn’t prepared for that question, as the pretty blonde looked a little rattled now. “Why? Has the Lionel Luthor alert suddenly been elevated to "orange"? Do you know something I don't?”
“No...But it always pays to be cautious.”
“Well, I'm not exactly shaking in my sneakers, I mean he won't be eligible for parole until he's like 112, so…” Chloe spoke before Clark’s movement made her cut off.
Clark/Lionel pushed himself so that his chair glided between the desks before raising up so he towered above the blonde. She had a bit of a confused look on her face, partly from Clark/Lionel’s line of questioning, but also from his closeness to her. Not to mention, the intense gaze he was performing right into her own eyes.
“You never know, he could get out sooner than you think,” Clark/Lionel stated before stepping even closer, which forced Chloe to awkwardly smile as she stepped backwards.
“Yeah well I think maybe our quarterback has been sacked one too many times,” Chloe laughed, but Clark/Lionel noted the way she kept poking him in the abdominals, not to mention the way her eyes roamed Clark’s chiseled body.
Lionel had always been a highly intelligent and observant man. Chloe Sullivan had been present in his son’s, and therefore his own life for long enough to know that the blonde had a massive crush on Clark Kent. He was also fairly certain that she made those feelings known to Clark, only to have him reject her as a love interest. And, by the way her gaze lingered over Clark’s body, not to mention how she found reasons to touch him, Lionel surmised that Chloe still had those strong feelings for him.
Which was when a plan snapped into Lionel’s mind. Up until that moment, Lionel was planning on murdering Chloe in cold blood before burning her body to ash and burying it in a cornfield. It would be worth vengeance, in his mind. However, he could have a little fun with the admittedly gorgeous blonde first. Clark/Lionel stalked behind Chloe, getting good and close as she waited for the printer to perform its task.
“I do feel as though I'm looking through a different pair of eyes. I certainly see you in a whole new light.”
This got Chloe’s attention, making her turn to face him. “Well, what exactly is that
supposed to mean?”
Doing his best to seem earnest, Clark/Lionel answered. “I have to confess that I... I find you
absolutely fascinating. It's that twinkle...in your eye. Your wonderfully sexy smile.” It was at this point that Clark/Lionel’s finger started to rub along her jawline. “And your skin, it's…”
Lionel was worried he overplayed his hand as Chloe started to jerk her head back. However, the blonde didn’t actually move her feet to put distance between them. Instead she had only pulled back her head for a moment before settling back into the exact same position.
“Clark, what are you doing?” Chloe asked.
Staring her hard in the eyes, Clark/Lionel sealed the deal. “What I've wanted to do for a very...very long time.”
And with that Clark/Lionel leaned his face down and planted his lips on hers. He immediately felt her tense, thinking that this was a prank. In truth, Clark/Lionel had thought about pulling up at the last second and rejecting Chloe, but he figured fucking the wannabe journalist would be so much richer. Plus, Lionel needed to try out Clark’s body in all avenues, including the carnal arts. When she finally started to relax into the kiss and allow his tongue to invade her mouth, he had to suppress his smile. When that failed, he changed tactics.
“You are so fucking hot,” Clark/Lionel’s hot breath was felt on her ear and neck as he transitioned from kissing her lips and down to her neck.
Leaning further down, Clark/Lionel leaned down and kissed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Chloe had no idea what caused such a 180-degree flip in Clark’s thinking, as he had made it clear he only wanted her friendship. However, that kiss eased those thoughts from her mind and replaced them with excitement.
“Mmmm...you’re pretty hot yourself,” Chloe cooed.
Chloe couldn’t help but feel butterflies in her stomach as she lifted her arms straight up in the air as Clark’s fingers began pulling up on the bottom of her green top. The butterflies weren’t from nerves, after all, she’d slept with more than a few boys during her apprenticeship with the Daily Planet last summer. Their presence was the result of finally hooking up with the man of her dreams - Clark freaking Kent. Regardless, her mind was snapped back to the present as not only was her top removed, but Clark had pulled her bra from her curvy body, her bare tits were exposed to the air of the room.
“Ahhh! Yes!” she moaned as his finger brushed against one of her nipples.
Feeling her amazing tits were one thing, but Clark/Lionel wanted to soak in the visual of her bare breasts for his spankbank as well. After all, it wasn’t often that a girl as young as Chloe Sullivan possessed such large tits. In fact, in Lionel’s day, it was damn-near unheard of for a 17 year old to have C-cups.
“Mighty fine, Ms Sull...uh...Chloe,” Clark/Lionel complimented, cupping each of her globes in his hands.
Before she could reply, Clark/Lionel had lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth to suck on. This immediately choked off the words she was about to say, replacing it with a loud moan as little jolts of electricity shot through her body. After spending a few seconds in deep suction on her first nipple, the old man in the Kryptonian’s body kissed down the inside of her right boob, over the bone in the middle of her cleavage and then up the left breast before getting that nipple between his lips.
“Mmmm...ahhhh,” Chloe swooned.
Clark/Lionel was not interested in taking his time with Ms Sullivan. He had been in prison for too long, plus this teen body had urges that Lionel hadn’t felt in decades. Plus, there was no love for the blonde, this was pure and simply a hate fuck. As his mouth was busy getting stuffed in her cleavage, Clark/Lionel’s hands were a blur of motion. First he undid the belt and zipper of his dress pants. With his pants down around his knees, Clark/Lionel used his super-strength to shove down Chloe’s hip-riding pants. As he stood up from being buried in her cleavage, he turned Chloe around, pushed between her shoulder blades and bent her over one of the desks.
“Clark...is this...should we be…” Chloe stammered, lost in the lust. Lionel wasn’t listening to her inane questions. Instead, he spat on his palm, rubbed it first around the tip of his cock before reapplying more saliva and rubbing it across the girl’s pussy then pushed inside her. “Ah!”
“Such a tight pussy,” Lionel commented as he immediately started to pull out.
In the past, Chloe’s past conquests would go down on her for awhile before fucking her, she didn’t care as much tonight since she was finally with Clark Kent. Regardless, Chloe was plenty wet enough, having been so turned on by hooking up with the handsome farm boy. Which was also why she found herself moaning and writhing with every savage thrust he hammered down into her pink slit.
“Mmmm...yes!” Chloe nearly screamed in her arousal.
The blonde wanted to kiss and share this monumental moment with Clark instead of simply being bent over a desk, with no eye contact or being able to see him at all. Planting her palms on the desk, Chloe went to push herself up in her search for Clark’s lips. Clearly, Lionel had other ideas as he took a hand from around her curvy hips, planted it between her shoulder blades again and pushed her back down so her bouncing tits were against the wood once more.
“Guess he’s not much for intimacy,” Chloe reasoned.
If any other student would have been on the second floor of the high school, they’d have been hearing the grunts of exertion and squeals of pleasure as Clark/Lionel pounded into Chloe. Lionel had eventually relented and allowed the blonde to turn around to face him so that the blonde was pressed against him so her pillowy tits were crammed against his hard chest, her thighs spread wide as she sat on the edge of the desk, cock buried in the wet inferno of her pussy.
“Fucking take it,” Clark/Lionel hissed as he drilled into her.
Chloe didn’t know what to say in answer to the farm boy’s snarl so she didn’t. Even though Clark/Lionel would be bound for the Caymen Islands or some such location once he had his money, there was something so thrilling about hate-fucking the blonde who helped send him away to prison. In Clark’s body, Chloe would accept anything he said or did and still spread her legs for him. He could cum on her face, pull her hair, spank her ass to the point of painting it a deep shade of red, and yet Lionel believed she’d be begging for more of him.
“Such a tight little pussy,” Clark/Lionel grunted, the sound of his pelvis smacking against her pelvis echoing through the room.
“So good,” Chloe moaned, using her heels against his cheeks to help encourage him.
“Slut likes getting fucked, doesn’t she?” Clark/Lionel asked, feeling the muscles in her pussy start to milk him.
“Uh huh,” Chloe moaned, either not hearing or disregarding the offensive comment due to feeling her climax approach rapidly. “Gonna cum…”
Lionel had half a mind to deny her an orgasm for the role she played in his prison sentence. Just as he was going to pull out and do just that, a new idea hit the billionaire, one that instantly made him smile. Chloe saw the smile and misunderstood it, thinking he was close to his orgasm as well.
“Cum with me Clark,” she urged, wanting to share the special moment with her dream man.
Acting quickly since he was aware of how close to an orgasm Chloe was, Clark/Lionel pulled out of her and pulled them both onto their feet. Though Chloe’s feet would technically stay on the ground, the old man in the farm boy’s body spun her around so she was back to being bent over the desk so her large, perky tits pressed against the tabletop while her epic ass pointed back at Clark/Lionel. Without hesitiation, the cheating man pushed back into her sopping wet cunt and resumed fucking the blonde.
“Yes. That’s so good. So close,” Chloe whimpered.
Clark/Lionel would have loved to torment the curvy girl and withhold her orgasm for much longer, but he had designs for another of Chloe’s holes. Therefore, as his dick continued to plunge the blonde’s depths, he slipped a hand down to rub her clit. In a matter of moments Chloe’s body tightened up and she howled in pleasure as her orgasm tore through her.
“YYEEESSSSSS!” Chloe swore as she finally was allowed to climax.
As Chloe shuddered in pleasure Clark/Lionel decided it was time to progress things. He slipped his cock from her pussy and when she started to relax again, he pressed it against her asshole. Her muscles were loosened up enough from her climax that he was able to push the head in with ease, despite the lack of preparation or lubricant of any kind.
“Shit!” Chloe swore again, this time with a different tone than seconds before. “Clark?”
“What? I thought that this would make tonight even more special,” Clark/Lionel hissed in her ear as he continued to ass-fuck the intriped reporter.
“More special? Finally having sex with my biggest crush in the newspaper’s bullpen isn’t special enough,” Chloe asked while still taking Clark’s huge cock from behind.
“I just mean, make it even more memorable and do something I’ve never even done with Lana,” Clark/Lionel replied, figuring bringing Clark’s previous girlfriend into the conversation would only help his cause.
“Oh...okay.”
The fog of pleasure that always clouded her brain when she came was lifted when she felt her anus start to stretch. It hurt a little, after all, it was something fairly large forcing open her tightest of holes. However, Chloe was no stranger to anal sex, though it was only one time with a cameraman while at the Daily Planet. Nonetheless, it had taught her a valuable lesson with sodomy, which was she knew how to stop her anal ring from wanting to force itself close. It also didn’t hurt that a huge orgasm had just ripped through her central nervous system, leaving her muscles feeling like pudding, and as a result, it hurt far less than she would’ve thought.
“That’s it,” Clark/Lionel commented as he made more progress into the blonde’s asshole. “I knew a girl like you had taken it up the ass.”
“Girl like me...ooohhhhhh,” Chloe started to question Clark’s odd comment until his finger brushed her clit and that line of questioning died on her tongue.
With the ease that he’d entered her ass, Clark/Lionel didn’t even bother to give her time to adjust to his cock. Therefore, the horny man pushed until he had almost half of it in her ass and then started making small movements, pushing a little more in each time.
“Harder,” Chloe said, feeling the little pain she’d felt at insertion being replaced by minor twinges of pleasure.
“You don’t give the orders, I do,” Clark/Lionel said, grabbing hold of her wrists and pulling.
A surprised cry came from Chloe as her upper body was lifted off the desk. When she felt his chest was pressing against her back, he let go of her wrists and he brought one hand to her tits. While his right hand started to maul tits bigger than any 17 year old should have, his left hand covered her throat and held her to him.
“You’re my personal slut,” Clark/Lionel said, squeezing her throat slightly; not enough to cut off her air supply, but enough to let her know he could if he wanted. “Every hole in your body is mine whenever I want it. You do what I fucking say and like it, got it?”
“Uh huh,” gasped Chloe, feeling turned on and scared in equal measure.
With her submission Clark/Lionel let go of her throat and slid the hand down her body until he reached her pussy. He resumed thrusting into her ass, the new position allowing him impale her ass completely on his cock.
“You like having a cock in your ass?” Clark/Lionel asked her, one hand playing with her snatch while the other rolled a nipple between his fingers.
“Yeah,” Chloe responded, her voice little more than a croak as she felt a tremor of pleasure roll through her body.
“Gonna cum,” Clark/Lionel grunted, quickly slipping his cock from her ass. “On your knees.”
Like the obedient, love-sick puppy she had acted all evening, Chloe listened to the command and immediately acted. When Clark/Lionel moved around to her front he put a hand on the back of her head. His other hand stroked his cock until he felt like he was about to explode. As the first spurt of jizz shot out of his cock he aimed it at Chloe’s face, letting it strike her on the nose and right cheek.
Without being told Chloe opened her mouth and the second shot hit her on the upper lip. Lowering her head she took his cock into her mouth without thought and sucked him dry. When he slipped his cock from her mouth she tilted her head back and let the warm, gooey liquid drip down the back of her throat before swallowing it down in what appeared to be a practiced motion.
“Wow, I didn’t expect that,” Clark/Lionel said, more than a little shocked as pulled up his designer dress pants from around his ankles. “I’ve never had a girl suck her own ass off my cock.”
Chloe sat dumbfounded as his words sank in. She hadn’t even thought about how his dick had come straight from her butt; she’d merely done as she thought he wanted. Part of her was disgusted with herself for it, but more of her was really turned on by the dirtiness of the act. .
Giving her head a shake to clear the brain fog from the intense sex, Chloe asked: “Did you want to go grab a latte at the Talon?”
Clark/Lionel walked right up to Chloe before leaning down. The blonde puckered her lips, but he avoided them so he could practically whisper in her ear. “Wouldn’t you wish?” Seeing the hurt and confused look on Chloe’s face nearly had Lionel hard once more. “I got what I wanted from you. Good night, Ms Sullivan.”
As Clark was leaving the Torch, leaving a very hurt and confused Chloe in his wake, his super-hearing picked up some interesting chatter down by the gym. The voices were both familiar, so Lionel concentrated on the conversation between one Lana Lang and Jason Teague.
“You are my main concern, Lana. We'll get through this Countess thing together,” Jason assured his secret girlfriend.
It took Lionel the blink of an eye to cover the hundred yards and staircase to arrive at the assistant coach’s office. He didn’t knock, only entered and found the tiny and extremely sexy Lana leaning up on her tip-toes to kiss the older man. Hearing the door open, Lana instantly broke off the kiss and walked away, knowing that their secret relationship was now exposed. Worse, faculty-student relations were a fire-able offence, meaning the end of Jason’s time in Smallville, thus ending their relationship.
“Oh please, don't stop on my account,” Clark/Lionel quipped.
“Clark, it's…” Lana immediately started to make excuses.
“Oh, you don't have to explain yourself to me,” Lionel cut her off. “You're young... vital... you have needs,” he said before looking over at Jason. “Right coach?”
Having the last word, Clark gave them each a final smile before turning around and leaving the office. Though the Teagues and Lana would matter little to him in 24 hours when he was gone, he didn’t mind sowing chaos in his wake...
* * *
Lex had thwarted his father once more. His personal, and very private bank account should have had $57 million in it, instead was drained. Crushing the phone in anger, Lionel began to pace the floor.
“Clark?” a familiar voice called out.
“This one,” Lionel muttered.
“About last night. I'm sorry that you found out about me and Jason the way that you did,” Lana apologized to her friend. “Long story short, we spent a lot of time together in France before he moved to Smallville to be with me. It’s serious, not some fling.”
“I'm not surprised. A man would travel around the world to... pluck your succulent fruit,” Clark/Lionel stated, noting how beautiful the girl in front of him was.
“Don't talk to me like that,” Lana replied, her temper flaring. “Now Clark, I need you to promise me something. Don't tell anyone about me and Jason.”
Lionel laughed. “I don't understand why you're so interested in this high school football coach. Think a minute. Do you have any idea what I have to offer you?”
Lana couldn’t help but give the suddenly arrogant boy a wry smile. “Yeah, yeah I think I do. Lies, and secrecy, and a whole lot of confusion.”
“What is it worth to you, Lana?” Clark/Lionel asked the teen girl.
“Everything. Jason risks everything to follow me to Smallville so we could be together. If he gets fired, he’ll likely have to go back and work with his family,” Lana explained. “So please Clark…”
“You know, begging tends to work best when on your knees,” Clark/Lionel said, staring Clark’s ex-girlfriend in the eyes.
Stunned, it took Lana a few moments to reply as the implication of the farm boy’s words seeped in. “You don’t mean...you can’t be serious…”
“As you know about me Lana, I take morals very seriously. Teacher-student interactions are a big no-no. I would feel compelled to report this to the school,” Clark/Lionel explained, seeing the sinking look take over on Lana’s face. “Unless…”
“Unless I, what? Suck you off in your parent’s kitchen?” Lana hissed with disdain.
Clark/Lionel took a chance but figured, based on their interaction so far and his ability to read people that it was a safe assumption. “It’s not like you haven’t done it before.
“You’re a real son of a bitch Clark,” Lana spat with vitriol despite getting down onto her knees.
Clark/Lionel wore a smile of pure triumph as he pulled his dress shirt out from his pants in order to undo the belt and buckle of his fancy dress clothes. By the time Lana was kneeling behind the counter where Clark’s mom did meal prep daily, Clark/Lionel had his pants pushed down around his ankles with that massive 10-inch manhood already erect and staring Lana in the face.
“Remember, I’m not forcing you to do this. This is all your choice, Lana,” Clark/Lionel twisted the knife in her guts. “Now earn my silence and suck me off. Good and proper.”
Lana ignored the slut shaming comment and focused back on her reluctant task. She reached down and lightly ran her fingertips down the underbelly of his member from his tip down to his sack and felt as he somehow grew harder than before.
Despite her innocent looks and attitude, Lana was no stranger to spending time on her knees (or her back for that matter). However, this was the first time she did so due to blackmail, even though it was sort of her idea in the first place. Therefore, the high-schooler blocked out the blackmail aspect of the blowjob and just focused on her task. Having made a gentle fist around the base of his thick cock and opened her mouth in a big O, Clark/Lionel couldn’t help but think how he hit the jackpot with the brunette. Not only was Lana Lang pretty with a tight supple body, but the fact his son lusted after her made this so much sweeter. Even more, he didn’t have to do any of the leg work!
“You can do this Lana, it’s just a quick BJ,” the brunette encouraged herself. “You’ve done this to Clark countless times. And for worse reasons than keeping Jason employed”
Lowering her head even more, Lana clamped her plush lips down on his shaft, much to the appreciation of Clark/Lionel. With his tip in her mouth now, the slender brunette swirled her tongue around his crown before descending further down his pole. Now resting her tongue on the underside of his member, Lana bobbed her head slowly but always making progress downwards so more of his shaft entered her. Whatever couldn’t get inside her mouth she was gently yet firmly stroking with her hand in perfect rhythm with her bobbing head.
“Awwwkkkkkk,” Lana spluttered after holding his dick in her mouth for several long seconds.
The near-gag accomplished the task of coughing up a good deal of phlegm onto the man’s veiny dick, which Lana stroked along the smooth skin. Right after choking on his dick, Clark/Lionel instantly felt the tempo of the high-schooler’s bobbing speed up. With one hand holding her silky hair out of the way, Lana used her right hand to stroke his shaft in perfect timing with her lips gliding along behind it. Clark/Lionel was impressed with Lana’s ability to not have to surface for air since she began blowing him in earnest. Up and down her head rose and fell, the soft hum of her moans emitting from her mouth as she put her plump lips and excellent energy to excellent use in the messy confines of his office.
“Yes! Suck my dick,” Clark/Lionel grunted, placing one hand behind his head and the other resting on her bobbing head.
Wanting to be done with the blowjob, Lana redoubled her efforts. Pulling her head back so only the tip remained in her mouth she used her tongue to work wonders on his crown until she heard him grunt again. Satisfied with herself, the high-schooler changed course and went back to rapidly descend back down his shaft until his knob poked her in the back of the throat. Being the talented cocksucker that she was, Lana relaxed her throat enough so that she was able to get another inch of Clark/Lionel’s impressive dick into her throat but she began to gag so had to pull him out just enough to get air into her lungs. In the process, the brunette had spat up a little bit so that now the Kryptonian’s dick was completely covered in a thick layer of her saliva.
“Gllkkk...ggkkkk,” Lana lightly spat up, hoping in vain that the pervert would cum soon.
Using the ample lubrication to her advantage, Lana pulled her mouth from his groin for the first time since she began so that she could swiftly pump her hand on his dick in a fast and amazing handjob. Before she rubbed off all her spit, Lana leaned back down and latched her mouth around one of his testicles and began using her tongue on it while sucking it with her mouth. She stopped after a minute to switch so that she gave equal love to each of his nuts before ceasing her ferocious stroking with her hand and taking his dick back into her mouth.
“A good ball sucking usually got Clark close to the finish line,” Lana thought.
After her little tea-bagging stunt, Lana had his dick back in her mouth, pumping her lips and fist in perfect unison. The pleasure was getting more and more intense by the second and Clark/Lionel knew that he’d be filling her mouth in jizz any minute now. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, Lana’s head bobbing reached new heights as she sought to finish her suddenly sleazy ex-boyfriend off in record time.
Knowing he was close, Clark/Lionel sought to get the most of her oral experience. Reaching down, the old man in Clark Kent’s body grabbed the back of Lana’s head with both hands, pushed her down until his tip was at the back of her mouth then held steady pressure. At his mercy, Lana simply closed her eyes and kept her mouth open wide as Clark/Lionel thrust his hips off the seat so his cock could batter down her throat.
“Klllkkk...kkwwwkkkk...aawwwkkkkk,” Lana gurgled and gagged.
Clark/Lionel released his grip on her head when he saw her back heave. At that point, Clark/Lionel backed off his face fucking of the desperate high-schooler but Lana simply took a moment to re-compose herself and then resumed the rapid-fire blowjob.
“Gonna cum!” Clark/Lionel grunted.
Rather than descending most of the way down his spit-covered member like she had been, this time the pretty brunette pulled him back enough so that only the head of his cock was between her lips. Still keeping steady pressure with her plump lips, Lana maintained heavy suction as her shiny hair kept making tiny bobs down on the top several inches of his cock.
“Fuck…here it comes,” he groaned in warning.
Lana didn’t need to hear his words to know the body language of her man. Sure enough, right on cue the first spurt of jizz came shooting out of the end of his dick. She paused a bit as the hot semen plastered her throat but regained her composure quickly to swallow down the initial burst and returned to sucking his member. Clark/Lionel couldn’t help but feel pride at bagging a girl as gorgeous and young as Lana Lang, especially as she desperately tried to suck down all of his sticky seed that his balls were pumping into her mouth. While Lana was a good girl and continued to slurp up any last remaining trace of jizz, after she was satisfied she’d collected it all, she let his cock slip from her talented mouth and straightened up.
“Remember the deal and keep your mouth shut about me and Jason,” Lana sneered as she got to her feet. “And never talk to me again Clark.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Lionel thought as Lana stormed out of his house. “I’m going to the Caymans or Monaco the next chance I can.”
* * *
“Hey! Smallville! We need to chat,” Lois Lane called out as she walked up the stairs of the barn into the loft.
“How many women are in this kid’s life,” Lionel swore as he rubbed his neck in slight irritation.
Lionel had been up in Clark’s loft, planning out how to get his money. It was clear that he was going to have to confront his son, he was just seeing if there was an easier and sneakier way of doing it. Regardless, a tall brunette interrupted his thoughts, and for good reason. Despite the anger in her tone, the leggy woman couldn’t help but offer Clark a somewhat friendly smile. While Lana and Chloe were pretty girls, the human in front of Lionel now was a stunning woman, who he vaguely remembered from prison, as she had paid Lionel a visit to threaten him about Chloe’s death.
“Miss Sullivan’s cousin, if I recall,” Clark/Lionel murmured.
“You know my name, Smallville. And Lois Lane is pissed at you,” the leggy girl said, coming to stand right before him.
Lionel was having an awful day and wanted to get his money and leave town. And yet, it was one teen drama after the next. However, the teen dramas were filled with hot and easy girls, so Lionel didn’t mind them. Based off the glint in this woman’s eye, Lionel thought she may be the easiest to spread her legs. So, with time feeling pressing, Lionel immediately went on the attack.
“You know what your problem is, Lois?” Clark hissed with what sounded like disdain to Lois. But that couldn’t be right. After all, this was Clark Kent.
“What’s my problem...Clarky?”
“You may have a phenomenal body…” Clark started, giving her body an up-and-down glance with his eyes.
“Guilty as charged,” Lois interrupted.
“...long legs, flat stomach, child bearing hips and those incredible breasts…” Clark continued.
“Oh good, you noticed,” Lois smirked.
“A face pretty enough to be a TV star,” Clark added.
“Was hoping you’d say movie star but TV is good enough, I suppose,” the future reporter shrugged.
“But your attitude can be downright awful,” he finished.
“Aww. Does good ol’ farmboy Clark Kent wish I was some meek and mild woman like his wannabe girlfriend Lana Lang?” Lois retorted, the pair still standing mere inches apart.
Lionel knew that the sharp-tongued Lois Lane was more than his match in this quick banter exchange. After all, the college student lived for these exchanges while Lionel was used to bullying his colleagues, employees and son. Therefore, Lionel stopped talking and took a risk by leaning forward and planting a kiss onto Lois’ lips. He thought he might have erred as she didn't return the kiss, in fact, she pulled away.
“Clark Kent! Finally!” Lois stated with a smirk on her face.
After a minute of deep kissing, Clark stepped back. Lois looked down and found that he stopped their makeout session for a particular reason. Looking down, the leggy brunette saw Clark’s hands undoing his belt and sliding down his dress pants off his hips just low enough so that he could pull out his flaccid dick and show it to her.
"And that's your cock," Lois commented in her matter-of-fact way.
Lionel Luthor had encountered a lot of girls like Lois Lane in his time so he had a good deal of knowledge on how to handle them. You didn’t have to be so delicate towards them as they appreciated a more direct approach, especially when there was already a foundation built. Once again, just like with Lana and Chloe, Lionel knew that Clark had dealings with this Lois girl so was able to be so bold.
“What...um...make you think that...um….I’d be interested in that,” Lois stammered, her eyes not having left his cock once.
She wanted to be further upset with him but it was a great looking cock. Though it was soft it still was an impressive length, meanwhile she could only imagine how thick it would expand to. She didn't think about the fact that Chloe had warned her that Clark had been acting weird, nor the fact that the farm boy had sodomized that same cousin only yesterday. Instead, Lois only had thoughts, and eyes, at that wonderful cock.
Clark/Lionel looked on with an even smugger look on his face as the appearance of his member had caused the chatty girl to literally become speechless. As he continued to watch her face, he saw her bite down on her lower lip while it was clear many thoughts ran through her mind...well hopefully just one in particular.
"You can touch it...how else will you get to see it in its full glory," Clark/Lionel told her.
Like a moth drawn to the flame, Lois found her feet moving without thought. She now stood in front of the ripped farm boy, having crossed the ten feet that was previously separating them after he stepped back from their kissing. Sensing that she may need one last bit of encouragement, Clark/Lionel slowly reached out and softly clutched her wrist. It felt so small in his much larger palm but he disregarded that as he angled her arm towards his exposed privates, which was slowly growing by her closer presence.
Lois didn't fight him whatsoever given how captivated she was by the emergence of his cock. It had been a 6 month dry spell for her, which was a new record but not something she was proud of by any stretch. However, it appeared that her streak was about to change for the better.
"God that's a nice cock," Lois muttered without thinking
Subconsciously the curvy college girl stroked his member after making a fist around his fully erect member now. With it currently at full mast, Lois gawked at him with his cock standing proudly 10 full inches away from his body. It was also the same size as her wrist in terms of width, which had the future Daily Planet reporter salivating at the sight.
"Thank you," he replied with a grin.
Clark/Lionel decided to use his lips for something more than speaking so he angled his head to the side and planted his mouth against her neck. Lois moaned as his hot breath and moist lips hit her sensitive skin and caused her to reflexively clutch tighter on his shaft. Not enough for it to hurt, the opposite in fact as her handjob had more purpose now. Not that a mere human grip could actually hurt Lionel’s new Kryptonian body.
His plan worked out perfectly on both fronts. The passion the neck kissing invoked made Lois begin to stroke the length of his 10-inch manhood but now she was returning his neck kissing in kind. Her kisses were a little softer then the variety he was assaulting her skin with but pleasant all the same.
The real reason he was happy for her retaliation was so that he could naturally transition her to get on the floor. He removed his lips from her neck and basked in her kisses while his hand previously holding her wrist came to rest on the back of Lois's head. With a steady but not too forceful approach, he pushed the curvy girl downward.
"Shit you're ripped," Lois said.
Lois figured that the farm boy would be muscular based off all the chores, but seeing it in the flesh after the suddenly confident boy ripped open his dress shirt was awe-inspiring. She kissed down his pecs like it was her idea solely before letting her tongue trail lines over the ridges between his 8-pack abs. Finally she dropped down to her knees with her gorgeous face directly in front of his huge dick.
Lois was even more awed when situated right in front of him with his piss slit looking directly into her eyes. She licked her lips in anticipation before sticking her tongue out to lightly lick at his dick, which looked even more massive in her tiny hand. She flashed her eyes up then gave him a mischievous smile before opening her mouth wide and swallowing half his tool in one go.
"That's right," he groaned. "Suck that dick."
"Mhmm," Lois hummed as her head bobbed on his length.
Lois pushed her face towards his groin as far as she could, which was considerable. Though his length measured an improbable 10 inches, she easily swallowed the first 5 without problem. With his tip at the back of her throat, she relaxed her muscles further and took the rest inside her gullet until her nose was buried in his thick patch of pubic hair.
Deep-throating wasn't something she was born with, rather it was something she had the ability to do if she practiced. Lois was well versed with blowjobs, in fact she was known very well around her former high school and numerous army bases across the States and abroad for going down on guys often and with zeal. Through hours and countless sessions on her knees, it gave her control over her throat muscles, enabling her to swallow cocks, much like she was doing to Clark/Lionel currently.
"Fuck. Swallow that dick," he hissed, fingers tightening in her hair.
"Thought you'd appreciate that trick," she commented after slowly reversing course.
Lois repeated her deep throat move several more times and Clark/Lionel seemed to love it each and every time, well if his groans and fist clenching were to be believed. She inhaled him one last time, holding her mouth as long as she could before oxygen was needed, then she pulled away with several spit strings still connecting her lips to his shaft. After slurping them up with an audible noise, the future reporter brought her face towards him again.
This time Lois decided to keep the farm boy on his toes by switching techniques. Instead of hovering his cock down her gullet in one pass, she used more speed to bob on only the first 4 inches of his member, wet sloshing noises filling the dirty, smelly barn.
Clark/Lionel pushed his hips forward as well, all while holding Lois's head in place with a solitary hand at the back of her head. The old man in Clark’s body watched as the first several inches of his cock disappeared inside her mouth, the sight alone getting him harder. He held himself inside her, soaking in her saliva before withdrawing, feeling the underside of his dick gliding along her wet tongue and finally felt his tool sandwiched between her plump lips.
"Fuck that's good," he exclaimed.
As good as her oral skills were, Clark/Lionel wanted to be inside the attractive coed right this second. Determined to make that happen, the farm boy untangled his fist from Lois's hair and used both hands to hook under her arms and hoist the gorgeous girl to her feet with little to no effort.
With her boot-clad feet back under her, Lois felt her head tilted back as Clark/Lionel leaned down and kissed her passionately again. This time there was more hunger in his liplock, his tongue darting repeatedly into her mouth while his hands worked on her clothes.
Clark/Lionel's hands slide from under her arms down her side in order to clutch at the hem of her plaid shirt. He dragged it upwards until getting to her bra, at which point Lois felt the cups of her bra pushed up to expose her bare breasts to the barn. It was an awkward position for the manager but he used his thumbs to rub up against both nipples, making them hard immediately.
"Mhmm," Lois moaned softly.
The Luthor-family patriarch leaned further down and kissed her neck before whipping her shirt up over her head and tossing it carelessly to the floor. Her bra met a similar fate, leaving the stunning college girl topless in the Kent family barn. He had sensed that her breasts were going to be great, but they were perfect. Perfect in terms of their rounded shape, the fact that they were so heavy and large and yet stood proudly in front of her saglessly.
"Such great tits," Clark/Lionel complimented before lowering his mouth to her nipples.
As his tongue and lips worked sexual magic on her boobs, which was met with louder grunts from Lois, Clark/Lionel moved a hand down to her pants. With the other still cupping her chest, going from one to the other, his right hand moved down her flat stomach and undid her jeans.
This time he needed both hands to push the tight pants over her hips and let them bunch up around her ankles with her short boots still firmly in place. He took a quick glance down while tonguing her nipple to admire her firm round ass in the black thong she wore before it too met the same fate as her jeans.
"Bend over the desk," Clark/Lionel instructed.
Lois looked behind her and was happy the desk he mentioned was so close. Spinning around, she had to only take two small steps before she arrived at the wooden table which was already cleared. As she pressed her hands against the surface and lowered herself down until her large tits were resting on it as well. If Lois was thinking of anything but Clark’s body, she’d have recalled this was the exact way the farm boy had fucked her cousin only 24 hours ago.
Clark/Lionel couldn't see the smile forming on Lois's face, however he did hear her louder moan when he squatted down behind her and licked her pussy. His flat tongue ran from her clit and up through her pink lips, tasting her wet juices in the process. She had a pleasant flavor, one he would be happy to explore again but the need to fuck her was too great right now.
"Uhhh...shit," Lois groaned as seconds after his first and only lick he was suddenly inside her.
Clark/Lionel wasted no time pushing into his hot new conquest. After getting to his feet he grabbed his cock and simply lined it up with her gushing opening and slammed half his length home. He heard her groan as her pussy was likely stretched further than it ever had in her 19 years of life but he was already moving it back out until only the tip remained in her twat.
"Such a tight little pussy," he commented.
Once pulled out most of the way he rammed back forward, this time getting another inch deeper. This time it was less of a gasp from Lois so he followed that up with another hard thrust. The sound of the wooden desk creaking with each successive drive into her snatch made him smile, as did the fact that it was so easy to get this hot college freshman to spread her legs for him.
"Like it hard, don't you," he asked after hearing her moan more.
Lois was screaming too much as pleasure jolted through her fit body to speak her reply. Instead, she turned her head to look back over her shoulder and nodded her answer while also using her palms on the surface of the table to push her ass back to better meet his thrusts into her. By this point Clark/Lionel was impaling his massive 10-inch cock completely into her pussy, as unlikely a scenario as he originally thought given how tight the quippy girl was. But Lois was special and not only was she enjoying his huge tool stretching her cunt, she seemed to be thriving.
"Fuck me," Lois begged.
Clark/Lionel was more then up to that request as he continued to fuck her hard, there was no two ways about it. With each thrust forward his cock head guided back into her pussy, tunneling all the way in while the front of Lois' thighs pressed harder against the desk.
Lois continued to use her hands to push back towards him to meet his thrusts. She was pleased that he wasn't being gentle with her, like so many men did based solely on the fact she wasn’t even 20 yet, despite the fact her body looked like it was designed purely to be fucked hard. Rather than only use half his shaft on her, Clark/Lionel had no qualms repeatedly driving the whole thing deep inside her time after time.
She didn't think he could, but the farm boy surprised her and ramped up the speed even more and she was all the happier for it. It was over half a year worth of sexual frustration built up inside her, with only partial releases through small orgasms from her vibrator but the pending climax building up inside her from his gigantic cock was going to give her the sweet release she sought.
"Gonna cum, aren't you," Clark/Lionel asked, reading the situation perfectly. "Cum all over my big cock."
Lois had no problems giving into that request and Clark/Lionel was even going to get her there faster. The horny man ran his hand down from clutching tightly on her rounded hips and moved towards her clit. The nub instantly hardened under his touch and as he brushed it gently it proved too much for the future reporter. Clark/Lionel knew it was a successful move when he felt her go rigid, no longer pushing back at him while her back arched as the orgasm smacked her hard.
"OOHHHHH GGOODDDDDDD! YESSSS," Lois screamed as she came.
Her pussy gripped so tight as she came, so much so that Lionel thanked his lucky stars that this was the third girl he’d fucked in the last 24 hours. He had to grit his teeth and slow his crazy high tempo down to mildly gliding his dick into her vice-like pussy as it clamped down hard. Finally though, Lois stopped screaming and though her face was frozen with a "O" for a mouth, it was clear to him that she was done.
At this point, now that Lois was coming down and loosening up again, Clark/Lionel returned to his torrid pace. Her tight pussy squeezing his cock for the past ten minutes coupled with the fact she had great oral skills had left him with only one thought in his mind. He needed to cum so badly and he knew it wouldn't take long.
“Oh God! Oh wow! So hard! So fast!” Lois constantly shouted within the barn.
Clark/Lionel was close and he was going out with a bang. With one hand on her hips to constantly help pull her back to meet his hip thrusts, his second hand gripped a handful of Lois’ hair. However, the next moment Lois felt the farm boy spike deep into her cunt once, twice and third time before Clark/Lionel went still, his dick fully embedded in her womb.
“Fuck! Cumming!”
Lois heard his urgent shout before feeling the first squirt of warm fluid coat her inner walls. Of course there was more than just one streak, in total the future reporter felt 5 full blasts of semen inside her womb before the well ran dry, so to speak. With each successive blast of jizz, the man occupying the teen boy’s body slowed his fucking, and it also became more shallow.
“Holy shit,” Clark/Lionel groaned in bliss as he pulled out of her cunt and watched as it immediately started to leak his jizz.
“Shit is right,” Lois commented, breathing deeply. “Oops. Guess I’ll have to stop by the pharmacy for a morning after pill.”
“What? Oh! Right,” Lionel reacted to her comment. “My mistake.”
“Maybe I forget about you accidentally cumming inside me if you apologize to Chloe and not tell her about us,” Lois countered, getting to an upright position.
“I could, but I think it’ll cost you more than one roll in the hay,” Lionel retorted as the gorgeous girl straightened her clothes.
“Clark Kent! Full of surprises, aren’t you,” Lois grinned as she began to undress once more.
“Maybe I’ll stick around Smallville for a little longer than I planned,” Lionel thought before wrapping the leggy girl in his embrace.
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