"I've Wanted You To On My Cock For So Long."

Her jaw hurt, teeth scraping along the invulnerable skin of Superman's dick as her pushed ever deeper into her throat. Lois Lane's vision was going black at the edges, and Bizarro had her legs in a dead split, the weird head of his elephantine dick knocking painfully on her cervix, which might as well have been made of kleenex for all the good it would do in stemming the tide of cum that Lois knew—hoped—was about to flood her overstretched cunt.

Yet her heart fluttered as she heard the sweet nothings that Superman was finally pouring out to her.

"All this time...I've wanted to break your cunt with my cock. I wanted to cum into a dog bowl and watch you slop it up, naked on all fours. Thrust my cock up your ass and cum so far and so much that you wouldn't be hungry, because you'd be digesting my Kryptonian cum for a week. Ever since I first saw you, no other piece of ass could compare. The smell of your cunt has haunted my dreams...Lois...I love you..."

Me am no love you, Lois thought, her brain still wired for Bizarro-speak. She wished she could tell him that she wanted all those things too, and more. How she wanted to worship his balls with her mouth and stuff them one by one into her cunny. The dreams she'd had where her tongue slipped in between those impossibly perfect ass cheeks as she jerked him off with both hands. That she wanted to fall asleep impaled on his super-dick, and wake up still getting fucked.

Maybe he sensed it, as she sputtered on that impossible dick. Her hands grabbed at his ass, trying to pull herself deeper. Bizarro, utterly unaware of anything except the warm, pulsing cocksleeve grunted once, twice, three times...and Superman followed suit, his cock tensing and swelling until Lois was sure her jaw was going to break, and he cried out in a clear voice...

"Lois! Let me fuck you forever!"

Lois Lane's world went blank. Rich Kryptonian semen spilled inside her body from both ends. The reporter's tastebuds overloaded as her throat flooded, airways clogged, super-semen dribbling out of her nose as her eyes rolled back in her head. It was like drowning in the most pure white chocolate imaginable, and the warm heat and growing pressure in her belly made it feel like her womb was simply a balloon soaking up Bizarro's splooge.

In that dirty alley behind the club, Lois Lane was certain she was about to die...and die happy.

Yet something strange occurred. As the darkness closed in on her. As the heat built up inside her body to the point of bursting, the burning semen pouring through her digestive and reproductive tracts until she felt like a hollow, cum-filled tube...something inside Lois Lane stubbornly clung on to life.

She did not drown in semen right then and there.