End: Sperm-Woman Sucks Superman Dry

Unable to help herself, Lois Lane pawed at Superman's crotch. Too hard; her fingers lost cohesion, unable to apply any real **** to peel away his underwear. She cried out in frustration as **** need struck her whole body...

"Lois, what are you doing?" Superman said. His hands closed on her shoulders...and sank straight into the gelatinous mass.

"Please!" She said, as her whole body trembling as her limited control of her form started to unravel. "I need to suck your cock! Please...please, if you love me, I..."

Another man might have fled at the sight of a naked woman almost melting at his feet, panting for his cock, and been wary...or horrified. Yet Superman could only see the woman he loved in ****, dire need...and although he did not know the full cause of her distress, he gathered his courage and pulled down his red briefs to free her super-cock.

It was soft...and hairless. circumcised. Compressed in its prison, the soft cock seemed to expand upon exposure to the air. It was darker than the surrounding skin, as is true for many men, and the head was particularly thick and streamlined, like the front of a submarine, the shaft nearly level with the back of the glans. Trapped inside his costume all day, the smell was thick...and Lois Lane pressed her face against it, trying to inhale the whole thing at once.

Superman was faced with the strange and terrible sight of his true love's face literally pushed in, his cock disappearing into what should have been her jaw...and then her felt the strange suction that pulled at him. Lois dropped her hands to her knees, and Superman, not sure of where to put his hands, rested them on top of his head as he waited...and things were definitely happening inside of Lois Lane, as the Sperm-Woman began to push and pull, at the soft flesh, which began to respond as any man might when faced with such suction.

His dick began to swell—and Superman was a grower, not a shower. Impressively thick even when soft, as it grew erect, the cock pulled itself effortlessly through Lois Lane's head like a whale coming up from the depths. Neither Lois or Superman particularly cared as, as at its full nine inches, the tip of his dick was located where a normal human woman's frontal lobes were. As a posthuman entity, Lois Lane did not subscribe to human anatomy...and her whole body shook as sperm locked together in makeshift structures to increase the suction more and more, her visible head and neck rippling in response.

Superman, faced for the first time with something like a blowjob, felt the unfamiliar pressure build inside of him...and precum oozed from the tip of his urethra. That small opening was all that the Sperm-Woman needed. A part of her flowed into the urethra, forcing the super-cockhole open...and the few little sperm in that precum joined her mass and drove the reporter's **** need for cum to new heights, like an aperitif before a feast.

Her whole body now was rocking back and forth, human outline fading as all of her focus went to drawing forth more of that delicious seed...and Superman, hands threaded behind his head, found himself slowly rocking back and forth, feeling the pressure build up inside of him. He came so rarely...and this experience was so far outside of anything he had ever felt, with his hand or that one experiment with the grapefruit, that the last few qualms he felt finally vanished...and as the **** Sperm-Woman began to swirl the inside of her body into a vortex, the mighty testicles clenched and titanic muscles relaxed...and flood of super-sperm flooded out...and Lois Lane absorbed it all.

A white cloud of Kryptonian cum burst inside of her, and Lois lane's entire gelatinous form shook like a bowl of jello as an orgasm like nothing she had ever experienced shook her own form. White hot energy seemed to flood and empower every part of her as the fresh semen was quickly assimilated into her semi-liquid body. The aching hunger at the core of herself was filled...and filled...and filled as Superman, allowed for once to unleash his overloaded balls, let shot after shot drain out of him...

...and with jizz, came control. As the aching need was replaced with a sense of completeness, Lois found herself able to resume something more like her human form. Lips, tongues, and teeth returned, and as Superman sighed and his cock began to shrink, he felt an actual mouth sucking his shaft, and looked down once more into familiar violet eyes.

Lois let the cock, perfectly dry, fall from her mouth. She gave him a smile.

"Thanks," she said. "I needed that...and I think I owe you an explanation."

Lois Lane's night ended with her on her knees in her kitchen, naked and staying close to Superman's dick, explaining the strange and terrible transformation which had come over her...and wondering too, what her new life would be like, and how regularly she would need to ingest fresh semen to sustain her strange new body.

"You know," she said standing up. "I think I can absorb sperm from...anywhere. I don't suppose you want to try...?"

Her hand ran down her body to her bare pussy. The skin rippled like water where she touched it. Superman gulped.

"Are you sure that's a good idea, Lois?" he said, his cock starting to swell again.

"I don't know," the Sperm-Woman said as he slid to the floor. "But I know you saved me...and I know that I still need you. Now more than ever."

She sank down onto his cock...and if it was closer to sticking his dick into a bowl of hot jello than it was a flesh-and-blood pussy, the Man of Steel, who had never experienced either, never knew the difference.