End: BBC Breeding White Women

"Lily White Gets Her Aryan Heritage Erased By Big Black Cocks," Lois Lane read aloud from the back of the DVD box. "Watch this white woman get seeded by superior black dicks, her pure bloodline wiped out in an instant as her midget-dicked husband looks on. She was a white supremacist, but now she'll be a Queen of Spades."

Whoever wrote the back copy on the DVD box had, Lois decided, not actually seen the movie. Which was mostly gonzo-style, straight to the action with no plot. 'Lily White' was, at the very least, in a modest hotel room with a small-dicked, overweight white guy playing her husband and three Black men who were of rather average size and proportions that were taking their turns getting their cocks sucked and emptying their balls into Lily's sloppy hole.

John Henry Iron's cock was out, and hard. Lois Lane's pale hand stroked the monster, so much bigger than the cocks on screen. She smiled to herself as she thought about how cheap and tawdry the fantasy was compared to her reality.

"So I have a preference," John Henry Irons admitted, his eyes less on the screen than the naked reporter stroking his dick. She smiled and stood up, briefly obscuring Lily White's first double vaginal penetration of the shoot as she bent over and guided the head of his cock to her pussy.

She sank down biting her lower lip, eyes half-lidded. On the screen, the actor playing LIly's husband looked sad as he stroked his pathetic prick, watching the actress playing his wife get two brown cocks stretching out her cunt. Lois wondered if the actress was already pregnant. That would explain why she was okay with taking so many creampies.

"Damn," Lois Lane's Black lover said as his hands found her hips. "Where does it all go?"

Lois knew what he meant. Snug in his lap, her pussy felt stuffed full. Like a champagne cork in a bottle, ready to pop at any second. She leaned back, and reached down between her legs so that one finger could circle his balls.

"We'll have to talk about things at some point," she said. "Pregnancy. Marriage. Moving in together."

"Superman," John Henry Irons said, somberly. "Do you think he...how hurt will he be?"

The pregnant reporter stared at the screen. Lily's screams had grown louder and louder as her Black lovers had grown rougher...and she saw the camera zoom in too close as one or both suddenly exploded inside the tight-packed cunt. A squirt of cream sprayed the lens. They kept shooting, and the view of Lily White's cock-stuffed pussy was viewed through the dripping seed. Her husband was out of frame.

"Maybe he'll get over it if we let him watch," Lois said as she began to move. Because right then it clicked with her, that she didn't care if this was Lex Luthor's mental programming or nefarious plot—right here and now, all that Lois Lane wanted was this cock. In her mouth, in her ass, in her pussy. She wanted to suck him off in the morning as he woke up, and fall asleep with his manhood still pulsing inside of her. Wanted his big brown hands to rub her growing gravidity, wanted to nestle in those muscular arms. It wasn't about race just then—it was about him, and her, and how ridiculously sexy it all was to her to get filled up with his big cock and his babies.

She wanted that. More than anything.

His lips pressed on the back of her neck. Strong arms wrapped around her. Inside her spunk-sloppy cunt, his cock throbbed and pulsed. John Henry Irons couldn't get her any more pregnant, but he was trying.

"Lois Lane," he said softly, barely audible over the grunts and screams of the porn. "I think I love you."

The reporter grinned, all the exhaustion of her night out finally catching up with her.

"You'd better, Mr. Irons."