Lois Busts Again

by Empress Tiptoe

(Sequel to a story by number2)

Lois Lane moaned with pleasure. She raised her foot, smiling down at the man on the floor. Superman, dripping with sweat, lay helpless and exposed, his legs apart. With a swift, brutal snap, Lois smacked her foot down on the helpless hero's crotch. The bright red bikini briefs stretched as Superman's balls tried to squeeze out from beneath the sole of the kryptonite-covered spike-heeled shoe. As she listened to Superman's pleas for mercy, Lois ground her foot down. She felt herself coming... any moment now...

Lois Lane woke up as the alarm rang. Her sheets were wet with sweat. The crotch of her panties was soaked as well. Swearing, Lois got up, tore her nightgown and wet underwear off, and showered for work. The warm water dripping down her body made her remember the sensual pleasures of her dream, and she shuddered with desire.

She dressed quickly, looking at the clock. As she pulled a silk scarf from the shelf of her closet, a shoebox fell to the floor, spilling out its contents.

A pair of spike-heeled shoes, bright green.

Lois picked up the shoe and stroked it with her fingers. She rubbed it against her cheek, remembering again that night--almost a year ago, now--when she had utterly unmanned the Man of Steel with them. Nothing had been the same since. How could Lois enjoy an ordinary man after having destroyed the finest? With a sigh, Lois tossed the shoes to the back of her closet. Momentos of a glory that was never to be again. Lois arrived at the office late, but that was usual these days. Jimmy Olsen ran to her in puppy-like excitement.

"Lois, Lois!" he called jubilantly. "Guess what? They've got a new story, and the boss wants you on it right away!"

"No problem. What's up?" She asked unenthusiastically. She followed Jimmy to the news van as he jabbered. The story actually captured Lois's interest, and pierced the indifference that had had her in its grip for months. Apparently, there were stories going around town about a strange man. Several people had reported being rescued or terrorized by a huge, hulking, powerful brute, wearing only the tattered remains of torn trousers. Lois found the description intriguing.

"And the WEIRD thing is, that his skin is bright green!" Jimmy enthused.

Lois couldn't quite contain a smirk as she thought, "He would go so well with my shoes..."

At that moment, there was a shriek from a store they were passing. With a smash of glass and brick, the beast in question burst into view, looking around confusedly for a moment before loping down the street.

"After him, Jimmy!" Lois ordered sharply. "Don't lose him!" She leaned back in the seat, smiling, as the news van swerved sharply, following the running monster. He wasn't as tall as Superman but he was easily twice as broad, and ALL of it was muscle! She could hardly wait to get her hands on him...and her feet.

The van came to a stop at the dead end of an alley. Jimmy and Lois jumped out of the van, stupefied. There was no sign of the green man. Just some scruffy, yet attractive guy walking down the alley. The hulking brute had disappeared into thin air.

The events of that morning repeated themselves many times over the next few weeks. Each time Lois seemed to be closing in on the beast, he vanished. After a particularly long chase, unsuccessful as usual, Jimmy got discouraged.

"The editor says that if we don't have an interview with the monster by tomorrow, we're off the story."

"That's the way the balls bou--uh, the ball bounces," said Lois distractedly. She watched as a scruffy, yet attractive man walked from the scene of their latest failure. She recognized him.

Stepping briskly to the man, she demanded, "Sir, we were following the monster known as 'The Hulk" and I wonder if you could answer a few questions?"

The man seemed to shrink away, as he mumbled, "No interviews." Lois put on her most charming smile, glad that she had worn a revealing see-through blouse that day. She moved her body closer to the man.

"I wasn't really planning on interviewing you," she said. "Just asking a few simple questions." The man hesitated, looking her over. She pressed up against him. "Maybe over dinner at my place," she whispered. "Up close and very personal." She placed a finger against the man's chest, sliding it down to his crotch, where she cupped her hand around his warm genitals. She could almost hear Jimmy's jaw drop. Lois felt the stranger's cock swelling in her grip, and he soon agreed to come to her house that evening.

"I warn you, though; I don't know much," he told her.

"That's okay," she smiled back. She gave his stiff cock a final tweak, and walked back to the van. Jimmy silently started the engine and drove toward the office of the Daily Planet.

"What if he DOESN'T know anything?" he asked timidly after some time.

"He knows!" Lois snarled. "Every time we lose that big hunk of green beefcake, this loser is hanging around. Tonight I'll make him tell me everything!"

"How?" asked Jimmy. Lois didn't answer Jimmy out loud--why destroy such innocence?

"I'll get him horny as a rock, and not give him anything until he spills the beans," Lois thought grimly. "And if THAT doesn't work..." Lois cupped her hand, remembering the warm weight of the stranger's testicles in her hand. She closed her hand into a fist, clenching until her knuckles turned white. Lois smiled.

The stranger showed up at Lois's apartment early. Lois met him, wearing a filmy blouse of clingy black silk and a matching wraparound skirt. The man was shaved, dressed in a suit, and looked quite presentable. He handed Lois a bottle of champagne, introducing himself as Bruce. Lois pretended not to eye the bulging crotch of his trousers. "Horny bastard!" she thought. "This will be easy."

Lois had surpassed herself in cooking the meal. It was an oriental dish, containing every spice believed to be an aphrodisiac. She kept the dinner talk light and provocative, playing footsie under the table with her guest. After dinner, Bruce joined her on the sofa, and they set to work on the champagne.

Soon, Lois began to find Bruce rather tedious company. He didn't hold his champagne well, and was quickly reduced to the making the most idiotic conversation, while he stayed fixated on her breasts with a leering grin. Lois sighed, reminding herself that he was just part of her job. She picked up a box of chocolates from the coffee table.

"Care for a cherry cordial?" she asked him.

"I prefer a cordial cherry, " he guffawed.

"Oh gawwd," thought Lois, trying not to roll her eyes. She faked a smirk and a giggle. Encouraged, Bruce moved closer.

"That's really great perfume you're wearing," Bruce murmured into her ear. "Here goes!" thought Lois.

"Your necktie must be terribly tight," she cooed. Resisting the impulse to do the opposite, she loosened the tie, and pulled it off. As she leaned back against the arm of the couch, Bruce leaned forward over her. They kissed. Bruce stroked her hair, running kisses down her neck and shoulders. Lois ran her hands over his chest, pushing back Bruce's jacket. Bruce slid his arms out, and the jacket fell to the floor. He pushed his hands up her blouse until they reached her breasts. He molded them in his hands, as Lois wrapped her legs around him, pressing her wet pussy against the straining bump in his pants, and pulling away again. He wasn't hard enough...yet.

Bruce pushed her blouse up over her breasts. He kissed and fondled them, licking and sucking at Lois' nipples. Lois felt them begin to harden. She sighed in pleasure, running her hands through Bruce's hair and tickling him behind the ears. Then she but both hands against Bruce's chest and shoved him back hard on the couch, and pressing down on top of him. As he pressed her tongue deep into his mouth, she reached down into his pants with one hand, and squeezed his cock. It was like hot steel. He was ready. Lois abruptly sat back up, pulling her blouse back down to cover her.

"I have to remember, work before play," she said briskly. "I had some questions to ask you..." Bruce stared at her stupidly, numb with lust. "The green man," Lois asked. "Where does he go? What is his name? Have you talked to him?"

"QUESTIONS?!" cried Bruce in frustration. "I TOLD you I don't KNOW anything!" Lois frowned.

"If we aren't going to talk, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she informed him coldly.

Bruce stood in a rage.

"Don't make me angry," he threatened. "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry!"

"So, what's to be angry about?" asked Lois. "I invited you over to talk--"

"Talk!" Bruce yelled again. "How can I talk with a raging hard-on?!" Lois laughed, but there was a steely glint in her eye.

"Is THAT all?" she asked. "Sit down, I'll get rid of that for you." Bruce, calming, sat back down. Lois pressed him down to lay on his back. She made him lie down on his arms. "This is MY job," she said with a mischievous smirk. "I don't need your help." Lois held Bruce's legs apart with one hand, and began tickling the bulge in his pants with the other.

"Unzip me," Bruce breathed.

"I like it this way," said Lois. "It keeps everything... together." She lowered her head, and began to kiss the hard cock through the stretchy material. She took the head into her mouth and sucked, her mouth going dry from the cloth. Bruce's breath came in gasps, and he thrust involuntarily from time to time, smacking his cock against her lips. When she judged he was about to come, Lois drew her arm back, and rammed her fist into Bruce's crotch like a jackhammer. Bruce convulsed with a yell of agony as the knuckles slammed the stiff prick into his body. Lois punched hard again, her fist hitting only softness this time, and Bruce howled with the pain of his bruised nuts. Lois watched him roll off the couch and land with a thud on the floor, both hands gripping his aching crotch.

"That got rid of that nasty old raging hard-on for you, didn't it?" she chuckled. Bruce looked up at her, his eyes glazed and bloodshot with pain. He started a growling noise of rage deep in his throat. Lois watched in disbelief as the man before her seemed to swell two, three, four times his size. The shirt he wore could no longer hold him; it tore away and fell in shreds. The pain seemed to disappear as well as he changed, and he got to his feet with a furious roar. Even in her astonishment, Lois was conscious of disappointment that the creature's pants seemed to be made of some strange stretch fabric. Though they were obviously full to bursting, they didn't burst.

The monster picked up the couch, and raised it in fury, preparing to crush Lois. Lois, still in shock, stepped back. As she did so, she tripped over the end of her wraparound skirt. The button popped off, and the skirt fell to the floor, as Lois waited to be smashed. The green beast stopped, staring at Lois' bare legs. Lois realized that the monster was a man and had a man's uncontrollable urges. Quickly, she removed her blouse.

Even the most incredible of stretch fabrics can only take so much--the crotch of the Hulk's pants ripped explosively as his massive, two-foot cock came erect. Two balls the size of watermelons dropped down in their loose sack as the shredded pants came apart. The beast lightly tossed the couch aside. It smashed into the wall and stuck there, half way through to the kitchen. Lois was taken by surprise at the speed of the Hulk's attack. Before she knew what was happening, she was slammed down on the carpet, and a cock the size of a baseball bat was being rammed up between her legs, smacking into her crotch over and over.

With a final effort, the creature managed to squeeze part of the enormous cock up Lois' slit. Suddenly a sea of pale green semen burst from the tip, filling Lois and spraying all over the room as the Hulk bellowed like a bull. Almost immediately, the beast's eyes glazed over, and it rolled over on its back and started snoring with a vague smile on its face. Lois stood shakily in a puddle of green cum. The stuff was everywhere, spattering the windows, staining the carpet, dripping down her legs. She left the room.

Lois returned shortly with a set of titanium manacles. The Daily Planet had ordered them made for the capture of this creature. Lois quickly snapped a collar around the creature's thick neck. Wrist and ankle manacles were snapped on, then fastened to the collar. The Hulk slept dreamily through the entire operation, and soon was trussed immobile. Lois propped him against the wall, so that the huge nuts lay on the floor. She left the room again.

When she came back, she was wearing the shoes

"All right, jolly green giant," she said sweetly. "Time for your wakeup call!" She dropped to her knees, so that each knee landed squarely on a giant testicle. With a bellow of pain that made the windows shatter, the creature awoke. Lois stood. The Hulk tried to grab at its throbbing crotch but found its hands were secured. Gathering its strength, the beast strained. Lois saw the titanium begin to bend, and quickly dropped to her knees again, bringing another howl of anguish from the green man, followed by a whimper.

Lois laughed. "You see what happens when you try to escape me?" she said. "I think you need another lesson." Lois stood again, placing one spike-heeled foot on a testicle. Slowly she leaned until almost all her weight was resting on the foot, while the beast howled. With a sudden jerk, Lois lifted the other foot and tried to place it on the second testicle. She slipped and lost her balance, her fall cushioned by the enormous balls. Lois tried again, and this time, succeeded. She stood on the Hulk's nutsack, struggling to keep her balance as the nuts slid beneath her feet. She rocked back and forth, her heels digging into the gigantic testicles. She noticed that her feet were sinking into the soft meat.

She laughed, "Looks like I made a soft spot!" and bounced once or twice to the creature's moans. Lois stepped away. The heels of her shoes had left little dark-green marks on the monster's scrotum. She spread her legs and kneeled, the big nutsack between her legs. She moved her legs closer together until the megaballs were trapped between her thighs, the skin of the scrotum rubbing against her clit. Lois squeezed the balls tightly between her legs, feeling the vibrations in her groin as the creature moaned and squirmed. Smiling, Lois put her hands on the big, soft cock and began to knead and slap it. She rocked back and forth, getting more and more aroused and squeezing as hard as she could with her thighs. She sucked and teased the huge dick until it was rock hard, and the creature was moaning from more than pain.

When she knew she was just about to come, Lois put her arms out to her sides and made fists. She brought them together hard, smashing the green cockhead between them. The creature shrieked; pale green cum spurted in a fountain to the ceiling, and Lois came.

Lois lay against the beast, enjoying the afterglow. Eventually she got up and turned the TV on, coming back to sit on the monster's bruised nuts. His legs made natural chair arms, and the soft cock was a nice cushion against the rocklike muscles in the creature's belly. The nuts were soft against Lois' bare buns.

"Very comfy," she said, bouncing slightly. The Hulk groaned. Lois settled back to watch television, and eventually fell asleep where she was, after masturbating furiously several times.

In the morning, Lois woke early. She looked around at the green stains all over, the broken wall and windows. "This apartment has gone to the dogs," she said. She woke her companion with a strategic kick.

"Time for you to clean up the mess you made!" she told him. Lois cautiously unfastened one of the leg irons, and attached it instead to the swollen nutsack. She then released the rest of the manacles. The creature made a brief attempt to attack her, but a sharp jerk on his leash made him crumple to the floor, whimpering.

Shortly, the Hulk was carefully scrubbing semen stains from the walls and furniture, and shampooing the carpet. When he was finished, Lois looked at her watch.

"I have to go to work," she said. "Don't you give me any trouble again--here's one for the road!" She pulled the chain tight and buried her toe sharply into the Hulk's nuts. He crumpled to the floor and lay there yelping as she left.

When Lois came home, the Hulk was gone and she never saw him again.

With a final strain, a child came into the world. Lois lay on the table exhausted as the doctor lifted the new infant by its feet.

"I don't know if it's healthy," the doctor said doubtfully. It has a greenish skin tone..." The doctor smacked the baby's bottom. The baby didn't cry. It simply reached out with one little green hand, grabbed, and squeezed. The doctor let out a shriek that could be heard three floors down.

Lois Lane smiled. It was a girl!