Eight Is The Max The Implant Will Let Her Release

Caution to the wind, Lois Lane released an egg...and another...and another...she clung to John Henry Iron's broad brown back, nails digging into his skin, pumping out an egg with each stroke...until she felt some internal limiter kick in. He grunted hard as he bottomed out, pushing uncomfortably deep inside of her, balls rising and squeezing as he ejaculated as deep into her pussy as he could.

Eight, Lois had counted. Eight eggs in my womb. Probably not safe to be pregnant with more than octuplets at once.

Her cervix spasmed, the implant triggering orgasms to better suck the black man's sperm into her uterus. Lois clutched onto him and cried out, stomach fluttering madly, legs trembling as she experienced her first real multiple-orgasm from the implant.

My first breeder-gasm, Lois thought. But not my last.

John Henry Irons held Lois in his muscular arms. He was built like a blacksmith, strong and solid, and she rested her head against his chest as she felt his still half-hard cock twitch inside of her. The inseminated reporter wanted to stay just like this forever.

He nuzzled his cheek against her head, and when Lois raised her face to him, his thick lips found hers and they kissed.

"That was...really special," he said.

"If you like that," Lois smiled. "Wait 'til you see how I make breakfast."

He grinned, showing white teeth. "Now that we've calmed down, though, I think we need to talk about things seriously. Back there in that lab, they were screwing with our bodies...our minds. You know they actually tried to brainwash me so that I'd want to knock up white women?"

"Did it work?" Lois said, heart pounding, unable to keep the weird hope out of her voice.

"Well," he said. "I want to put some babies in you. But I think we should go get checked out. Call the Justice League, or maybe S.T.A.R. Labs. Make sure everything's...safe."

Lois looked down to where they were joined together. Pale pussy firmly gripping his dark cock.

"That means you have to pull your dick out of me," she said, sadly.

"Just for a little while," he said. "It'll be back soon. I promise."

"You'd better," the reporter said.