A Wet Dream Cum True

In her virtual world, Lois Lane rode a sexual high and felt a sense of satisfaction she had never imagined. Superman—the Man of Steel—her one true love—had his pussy firmly fastened on her cock. Her dick throbbed, and she could see his nipples stiff and his cock dribble as she pumped seed into his womb. Her own pussy felt warm and wet in sympathy. She could only imagine their life together...him fucking her, she fucking him...their bellies swelling and bulging with new life, a new Kryptonian race...together at last.

"So much cum," Superman moaned, his manly voice reduced to a bitch's whimper. Lois thrus her hips, her lips curling back in a lewd sneer as she watched his cock flop, his abs flex, his broad pectorals quiver. She wondered idly if her would lactate...the idea of Superman, the most powerful man in the world, flying around with milky tits sent an erotic shiver through her body, unfamiliar muscles bunching. Her pussy felt absolutely sloppy.

It was all so...perfect.

Perhaps that was what was wrong.

Lois Lane had a fair bit of sexual experience. She wasn't a slut by any means, but she was a woman who in her adult life had enjoyed her fair share of consensual relationships. One thing real experience had taught her is that sex wasn't like it was in pornography. There were scars, pimples, unsightly bits; people made mistakes, hemmed and hawed, forgot to brush their teeth. Alarms went off, pets wandered in to watch with voyeuristic intensity. As the Man of Steel's pussy squeezed and milked the last drops of cum out of her cock, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter suddenly found her suspicion aroused.

With an effort, she looked at everything around the naked Kryptonian still firmly embedded on hr cock...and noticed that it was a pink void, odd swirling fractal patterns shifting in the distance, identical in every direction. Scowling, Lois tried to push her cock out of that perfect pussy...and found her arms and legs weren't obeying her movements.

"You're going to be such a great mother, Lois," Superman said, and for the first time her ears detected a certain artificiality to the cadence...

"Activity in the cerebral cortex," one of the technicians said. "I think she's rejecting the program."

"No matter," Lex Luthor said as the last of the reporter's sperm was pushed out into her cervix. "It's already done. Lois Lane has just inseminated herself. Her pregnancy is practically guaranteed."

The villain allowed himself a small, triumphant smile.

"I'd hoped to keep her under for a while...but this might be better. End the program. Keep her secured, but get her cleaned up. It's time for Lois and I to have a little chat."