Black Lightning

Blue-white lightning crackled off a solid slab of black muscle. Lois Lane took in the glowing eyes, the dark afro, the strong jaw—not as tall as John Henry Irons, and not as wide at the shoulder, but he still looked every inch the part of a Justice Leaguer—and his cock, fully erect, seemed as long as the reporter's forearm.

She stared up at him through the pink haze and shuddered as he pawed at her tits, an approving smile on his lips, which split to reveal bright white teeth. Even this close, she could feel his electric aura, the hairs rising up all over her body as the static charge crept over her skin just from that glancing contact with his gigantic cock.

"Good milker," he said, and then dropped his hands down to get a firm grip on her waist. "Breeding hips."

Without further ado began to drive his massive black cock into her slick white pussy. Lois grunted in chock as the whole of the monster plunged into her pussy in one steady thrust, lubed by her generous secretions and the jizz that John Henry Irons had left in there, and pressed deep...deeper than John or anyone else had ever gone...and when she felt it hit the back of her pussy, she looked down in astonishment and saw there was still an inch or two of cock meat.

Rather than try to **** it in, however, the great brute simply began to thrust, bucking his hips and driving the cock in and out with steady strokes. The excitement began to build in him, the electric arcs on his body growing brighter and increasing in frequency and intensity...and Lois could feel her pussy spasm involuntarily around his dick, not in orgasm but as the sparks from his great black cock caused her muscles to contract tight around the invading dick.

Lois tasted ozone, and felt...eerily powerless. It had been different with John Henry Irons. He had known her, and even when thrusting his hardest, there had been a sense of gentility, of wanting to give Lois pleasure. The hero Steel had known her—but there was no hint of recognition in Black Lightning's glowing eyes. to him, she was just another white bitch to breed, a slender bit of fuckmeat not yet swollen with his black babies.

Fifteen long minutes went past, and Lois was holding on by a thread. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, and her pussy felt numb, legs flopping loosely about, and the back of her pussy and cervix hurt terrible from where the great swollen head kept battering into it. This wasn't making love, this was getting fucked like a sex toy, and Lois was tired of it. Her eyes had been too big for her snatch, and she just wanted this human tripod to blow his load and leave...and then he spoke...

"Something you might not know about my powers," he said with a sneer. "But when I cum..."