CUM

Lois squeaked as her pussy clenched, her body responding automatically. The reporter shuddered as the unwanted orgasm pulsed through her body. She shivered and gasped like a teenager fingering herself beneath the covers, afraid her parents might hear her, and Lois stared at the screen as it faded from pink back to Clark Kent's chiseled features.

Clark... Lois panted, trying to get her body back under control. The lumbering midwesterner with shoulders like a fullback. She liked to tease him at the office, but he was almost too innocent to even fantasize about having sex with...not that she had ever seen him with a girlfriend...and now here she was, carrying his baby.

CUM.

The words blinked across the screen, which only went rosy around the edges, the letters stamped across Kent's face. Lois groaned as she felt her cunt convulse on empty air, like an electric current was being sent up through the seat itself, back arching, breasts heaving, nipples suddenly and painfully erect.

Letters faded, leaving only Clark's face, staring straight ahead. When did he go to a sperm bank? She wondered, her aching pussy slowly relaxing. Sometime in college maybe, when he needed the money? God, all the times I've been only a few inches from his prick, and it's only now that...

CUM.

Lois was almost expecting the sudden flash of letters, the familiar explosion of pleasure as her pussy squeezed, images of Clark Kent's sperm replaying through her mind. She wasn't sure how much more of this her mind or body could take; each **** orgasm seemed to make it harder to think, to resist, to do anything but moan and writhe...

CUM.

In time, her orgasms could not easily be counted. lois slumped in the chair, eyes half-open and staring at the screen, her body exhausted. Her pussy barely stopped twitching through a steady, endless stream of climaxes. Muscles throughout her body were sore, as if she had run a marathon...and the images had shifted, from Clark's face to his cock, to his moment of ejaculation, to the culminating scene of insemination as his sperm and her egg joined together, over and over and over, and it wasn't until the very end, when Lois saw Clark's face fade into view, and her body gave forth one last gasp of pleasure, that she realized the words had stopped flashing.

Lois Lane's eyes closed as consciousness left her, pussy aching to be filled. She didn't need the word anymore, the strange voice almost identical to her own, her own face projected on the screen showing the reporter what she looked like as she spasmed, begging for Clark Kent's cock. It had taken hours...and many orgasms...but as Lois faded into unconsciousness, one thought ran through her mind:

I love Clark Kent.