End: A Kryptonian Womb Port

"The, um, Fortress of Solitude medical robots are keyed to Kryptonian anatomy," Superman said. "The women of Krypton all received direct womb ports to enable easier, er, access to the reproductive system. Not that they carried the fetus to term themselves...they extracted the eggs and combined them with semen in a clinical, controlled environment, and the embryo was developed in a synthetic womb..."

As he gave this rather dry explanation, the color in his cheeks continued to redden and spread. A sly smile grew on the reporter's face as her fingers played with her new hole...and she watched his face, those blue eyes drawn not to her bare breasts or to the soft black thatch between her legs, but to the fresh pink hole where her navel should have been. Nor did her eyes deceive her as she saw the bulge that grew in his pants.

"So no Kryptonian ever tried to stick their thing in a woman's womb port?" Lois asked, coyly.

"I...uh...that is...I mean..." The Man of Steel's tongue tripped over itself. Lois grinned wider as, she used a pointer finger from both hands to stretch the little pink orifice. It was tight...and it felt odd. Not quite a pussy, not quite an asshole. But it was pink and wet, and sank right down to her womb. Lois could actually see the pink, cervix-like opening to her womb...and wondered what other changes the Kryptonian robots had made.

"Do you want to try it?" She asked, as she batted her eyelashes. "I mean, it would be like I'm a virgin all over again. Only...just for you..."

Kryptonian fabric did not tear, easily. But not Lois could see the hard six inches of him tent the fabric of his pants, the outline clearly visible.

"That...that would mean ejaculating directly into your uterus," Superman said, as his great shoulders heaved. "The...odds of conception would be...certain."

"So if you CUM into my WOMB with your HARD COCK, then I'll be KNOCKED UP?" Lois said, with emphasis. "Oh dear. If that happened, you'd have to marry me and FUCK me forever and ever, wouldn't you?"

"Er, I..." He blinked, taken aback by this turn of events. Lois grinned wider. she pulled at her new hole...and found, to her surprise, that she could pull part of it out, like a pink sock.

"Yes," he said breathlessly.

Lois shifted into a sitting position, and then slid off the table until just her toes touched the floor. Her pussy dripped...but her Kryptonian fuck tunnel was now directly lined up with Superman's crotch.

"Then do it," she said, as terrible need made her ass clench, her hips thrust at him. "Breed me! Fuck me! Make me carry your super-babies!"

"Oh, Rao..." Superman said as he pulled his shorts down...and the smooth, steel-hard shaft was barely in the open before Lois angled the mouth of her tube around his glans. Then Superman pressed forward, and it was Lois Lane's turn to gasp.

It wasn't like a vagina at all. Tighter. Yet more than that, the cervix at the end wasn't there to keep things out. It was a port to let things in. Designed for penetration. Replete with nerve endings. Lois wondered how many Kryptonian women writhed in climax as their eggs were extracted, in partial compensation for the sexless nature of that alien society's means of procreation.

Stupid Kryptonian cunts didn't know what they were missing! Lois thought fervently as Superman's cock pressed into her womb. Her womb-port tube sealed around the base of his prick, but Lois could feel it inside of her. In a place where no one had ever gone, not even her gynecologists.

They moved together. Superman by instinct, Lois by feel. She couldn't feel the tip of the cock in her womb, except the grunt of discomfort when it pressed against the back of her womb and seemed to jam it against her spine, but the port itself was incredibly sensitive. The unfamiliar muscles pulsed and tightened, pulled at Superman's cock as he pulled back, slick with natural lubricant as he pushed it back in.

The end came far too soon for Lois. Superman's arms hugged her to his chest, and she gave a gleep as his prick stabbed deep against her uterus, fully sheathed inside of her. His mouth planted hot kisses on her face...and then Lois felt it blossom inside of her. A strange and terrific heat, as if a summer day had blossomed inside of her.

Then he sat her bare ass on the edge of the table. His kisses more tender as he sought out her face. With a wet schluck, her pink tube pulled free and seemed to draw in on itself, carrying with it his precious baby batter.

"S-sorry," he said. "It's...my first time."

"It's okay, Superman. Although..." Lois Lane had held the grin so long her face muscles hurt. "...have you ever eaten a woman out before?"

Which is how, at the end of Lois Lane's night out, the most powerful man on the world dropped onto his knees, his super-strong and tireless tongue busy in her pussy. The reporter let her thighs rest on his caped shoulders as she rubbed her now sore third hole. There were definitely possibilities there...possibilities Kryptonian women might not have taken advantage of. Lois was already imagining how they might take advantage of her full attributes...on her next night out.