“Maybe this Lust Note isn’t a joke after all”, Jimmy mused, an evil gleam in his eye, “Maybe I can make life more fun for me.”
And he wrote: Jimmy Olsen, a magnificently endowed sexual dynamo, easily seduces both Lois and Lucy Lane while Lois’ husband Clark watches helplessly, until invited to join in.
Perry White discovers the orgy and is soon an active member.
All are dominated by Jimmies 20” dick.
Exhausted by his experiences in the Planet’s steam room, Jimmy peeled off his clothes and fell into bed, almost instantly asleep. As usual his sleep was filled with amazingly erotic
dreams involving all of the women Jimmy knew and, surprisingly this time, most of his male acquaintances as well!
Jimmy awoke as the sun rose to his usual morning wood, although he was initially puzzled that the tangled sheets were soaking wet and sticky.
Something was pressing hard into his left tit as well, and all the hair on his chest and belly seemed to be crusted with something. Heaving off the heavy wet sheets, he discovered that the pressure on his tit was caused by the head of his dick, which
had been trapped by the confining sheet. He realized, by the smell, that the sheets were soaked with cum and the crust matting his chest, belly and pubic hair was dried cum, the produce of the erotic dreams he had been dreaming all night.
“Wow! That was quite a dream!” Jimmy thought, as he absently pried his dick out of the dried tangle of his chest hair, “Must have been triggered by that ridiculous book coupled with
my pathetic yearning to get laid.” He was having trouble getting his hand around his hardon and looked down to try to figure out the source of the problem.
“Holy Shit!” he gasped, “What the fuck has happened to my junk?
My dick must be 20” long and as thick as a wine bottle, and what the Hell are these two cannon balls between my legs!”
Bending over to examine his huge cock, he poked himself in the eye with it.
“Ow, Shit it’s real! Hmmm, I guess the book is no joke, wonder how the rest of my entry is going to work out?”
Rolling out of bed, he bundled the wet, sticky sheets into the washing-machine, and headed for the shower, his balls forcing him into a bow-legged waddle and his steel-hard dick bouncing
against his pecs with each step.
Standing in the shower, under the steaming needle-spray, he could no longer stand the erotic stimulus and clasping both hands around his slippery dick began to pound his meat. He
soon brought himself to an orgasm like none he had ever experienced, shouting as he came in buckets.
Rinsing himself off and drying with a bath sheet, he stuffed his cock and balls down the leg of a pair of jeans (no room for boxers anymore), pulled a T-shirt over his head, grabbed
his jacket, camera and notebook, and headed off to the Daily Planet.
On the subway he ignored the almost constant fondling of the bulge in his Levis, ascribing it
to the press of the rush hour crowds until a large hand crept over his groin, began to unbutton his fly and sliding into the skin-tight jeans, attempted to pull his junk out into the open. Grabbing the powerful wrist, Jimmy was surprised to discover
it was attached to a lasciviously smirking Clark Kent. “Hey Jim,” the reporter whispered, attempting, unsuccessfully, to wrap his fingers around Jimmy’s flaccid shaft, “Come to dinner tonight, Lucy is joining us and I know she’d be real happy to see this…I
mean you!” Just then the train pulled into the Daily Planet station, Clark withdrew his hand, leaving several strands of Jimmy’s coppery bush trailing through the open fly, slapped the cub reporter on the ass and strode across the platform to the stairs.
Jimmy followed him, unaware that his pubic hair was starkly visible against his black jeans.
As he entered the bull-pen Lois, who was consulting with Perry, spotted his impressive bulge, excused herself from Perry and, walking over to Jimmy, whispered in his ear: “Your garage door seems to be open, Commando.”
Jimmy blushed and ducked into the men’s room where he struggled to stuff his bush back into his jeans and do up his fly.