End: Clark Kent Did Donate Sperm

"...I did," he said. "But it was...a special circumstance. Sort of a backup in case something happened to me. Those sperm samples should be under lock and key at Wayne Industries. I don't see how Luthor could have gotten them..."

The relief to Lois Lane as she heard her big, dumb innocent farmboy mutter his explanation was palpable. She crushed herself against his chest, wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight. Warm, stupid tears ran down her face and into his shirt. After a moment, awkwardly, he wrapped his big arms around her.

They stayed like that for a while, letting Lois cry it out...buried in his arms. He was so warm, and she could feel the hard muscle through his clothes. She'd never imagined Clark Kent as a gym bunny, but she could tell he was incredibly fit...and then he said those words that every woman wants to hear.

"I would have impregnated you," he said softly. "If you'd asked me to. Directly, I mean."

It was so adorkable that Lois wanted to laugh, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings...

...and then she thought about what he said. Really thought about it. If he was serious.

She raised her face up to him, chin against his chest.

"Smallville?" she said. "Take me to bed and make love to me."

Simple words. Phrased as an order because she didn't want any confusion. Her heart hammered in her chest, wondering how he would react...and then his big hands reached down to the reporter's ass and lifted her up, as though she weighed nothing. Clark Kent carried her into a bedroom so spic and span his mother would have been proud...and lowered her to the bed.

Lois barely had her back on the bed when he peeled off her pants. There was something about his demeanor now, so much more serious, just his hands shook a little. He unbuttoned his shirt almost faster than Lois could see, and the reporter's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as she saw the broad, perfectly proportioned pectorals, the well-defined eight-pack of abs...and then he unbuttoned his pants.

The cock fell out and hit the reporter's crotch with a thunk. She blinked and stared down at the one-eyed trouser snake that stared back at her. Lois Lane had never been a size queen, but she recognized that the cock before her was bigger than what she was used to...bigger than her biggest dildo at home. A little longer, a little thicker, circumcized, with a deep purple head round like a mushroom tip. Hard as a steel bar and ready to go.

He leaned forward, pressing his balls against her twat...and Lois almost came right there. The heat of his testes was like pressing her hand against a warm oven. Her pussy immediately flooded in a way that hadn't happened to Lois since she was eighteen years old and watched pornography for the first time.

Clark wiped the head of his cock up and down the reporter's slit. Any other time, faced with a cock that size, Lois would have called a timeout for lube...but she was too hot now, too excited, too eager to get that meat inside of her. To feel what the father of her unborn child actually felt like...

The moment the cockhead touched her labia, Lois wondered how it would fit...but as Clark's big hands gripped her trim waist, Lois realized there was no escape. His hips moved forward with impossible gentleness and precision...and Lois gasped as if a railroad spike had been driven straight through her cunt. He paused as she squirmed, not quite in pain or ecstasy, ut somewhere inbetween, her pussy stretched so good...her violet eyes looked up at him, mouth gasping for breath...

Maybe he thought she wanted a kiss. Maybe she did. Clark Kent leaned down over her, his face drawing close, lips open...and on impulse, Lois reached up and took off those glasses with the black plastic frames...

...and everything fell into place. Who Clark Kent really was. Why his sperm sample would have been under maximum security. Maybe even why Lois had felt so safe and secure in his arms...

...then their lips met, locked. His cock drove into her, burrowing into her flesh, touching version territory...and all Lois Lane could do was wrap her legs around him and squeeze down on that super-cock as they made love for the first time.

It would not be their last. Yet that, and how Lex Luthor got his sperm sample, is another story. The story of Lois Lane's night out ends here, in the arms of the man she loved...and whose sperm had already knocked her up.