End: Superboi Wants Lois Lane To Knock Him Up Good

Blue eyes stared at Lois. At that moment, Connor really did look like a younger version of Superman. He licked his lips.

"Miss Lane?" Superboy whispered.

"Lois," she corrected him gently. "Second thoughts? It's not too late to stop."

"No, it's not that," Connor said. The head of the reporter's dick was pressed against the entrance to Superboy's pussy, the transwoman leaking all over the girlcock. "I just wanted to say...I'm glad it's you. I...I'm glad it's a friend. Someone I can trust. I...want you to knock me up. I want to be pregnant. Really, really pregnant. Like, huge."

He took a deep breath, and Lois noticed how hard his nipples were. Her fingers traced the scars where his breasts had been removed.

"Of course, Connor," Lois said. She gave him a wicked smirk. "In truth, the thought of knocking you up turns me on so much I might explode the second I stick it inside you. But I promise to do my very best to make sure that when you leave here tomorrow...you're going to be knocked up. And I'll help you every step of the way with the pregnancy."

Lois lowered her hand to rest on those chiseled abdominal muscles. She gave him a grin. "You know how sexy you're going to look with a big baby belly?"

He laughed...and in that moment, utterly distracted, Lois Lane drove forward with all her might, the Kryptonian cock tearing through his hymen, and he clutched and squeezed until the reporter though her cock was going to be crushed...and even though she had been joking, Lois felt the sudden pressure at the base of her dick, and a line of liquid fire gathered and burst deep inside of Superboy.

My Superboi, Lois thought as she dove forward, covering his face with kisses. She was still hard, even though she had just cum, and Lois squeezed her dick as she reached down to find his clit, rubbing at the sensitive nub. The dickgirl reporter wanted him to cum too, wanted to ensure the maximum chance for conception...

"Does it feel good?" Lois whispered in his ear.

"It hurts," he whispered back, obviously still in pain and shock. "But don't...don't stop. Oh Rao, oh...oh...oh fuck!"

The swear brought a deeper flush to his cheeks, and Lois slid forward and lifted his hips. Those broad shoulders were against the headboard of the bed, his ass in the air as Lois rested with her buttocks on her heels. She pushed his legs back to his shoulders, and he slid his hands behind her knees...and they both watched her fat cock stretch his once-virgin cunny. The bright ring of blood. Lois smiled at him as she played with his clit, watching the flush spread across his body.

"Cum for me," she whispered, buying time so that she could cum in him again...and again, if she could. "Cum on my cock. I want to put a baby in your womb. I want to know what it's like to knock Superboy up."

There was no rush. They had all night. There was bottled water for when they got thirsty, food if they got hungry, lube if they ran dry. Lois Lane imagined herself licking whipped cream off those hard little boy-tits, nibbling on his ears, watching him suck her dick back to hardness...yet there was that sense of urgency, Superboy trembling and rolling his eyes, trying to **** the first climax.

"Relax," Lois told him. "I'm not going anywhere."

"But your cock..." his eyes trembled at the word, because he couldn't blush any deeper. "...it's temporary, isn't it?"

"Maybe," Lois said. "But I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow my load deep in your cunt at least five or six times tonight, if it kills me."

And they did. Late into the night, their aching bits slamming into each other, sometimes hard and fast, sometimes slow and soft. Tried different positions, some of which Superboy liked better than others. The reporter's delight was in coaxing orgasms out of him...for as much as he had been focused on his transition, Superboy had often neglected his body, and Lois showed him how he could climax again...and again...and again, with just the reporter's mouth, her tongue, her hands.

Until, as the sun broke over Metropolis, an exhausted dickgirl lay on her back. Superboy had gained enough confidence to ride her on top, controlling the angle and speed of the penetration...and thanks to some little blue pills that Lois had found, she was still stiff enough to feel her cock stab deep into that cream-filled cunt. With great tiredness, she reached up to stroke his lower abdomen, surprised to actually feel the hardness of her cock in the skin just above his pussy.

Lois could feel it inside of her. The ache as she tried to squeeze out one more load. It would be her seventh, and she felt utterly spent. Parts of her that she barely had a name for ached, she knew even a superhuman like Connor had to be reaching some kind of limit, because he was moving slow, fingering his pussy with stiff fingers, ass dropping down swiftly and sliding up the pole slowly...

"Lois," he said, panting softly. "Can we still...I mean, even if you don't have a..."

"I'll fuck you anytime, lover," Lois answered...and arching her back, stabbed her cock up deep, squeezing out that last little drop deep inside of him...and then collapsed back on the bed, dizzy and nauseous.

She hoped her sperm took.

She hoped the cock would go away like Lex said it would.

She hoped that this night out was finally at an end.

He rolled over onto his back, clutched his knees to his chest. To try and keep the seed deep inside where it would do the most good...and Lois Lane, despite the exhaustion that had come from the kind of all-night fucking she had never experiened before, made one last, superhuman effort.

Rolling onto her stomach, she brought her face up to his pussy. The pink labia were inflamed. His whole crotch was splattered by sperm, some fresh and sloppy, some crusty and dry. The smell was more intense than before, the reek of sweat and sex and the strawberry-flavored lube they had been using.

Her lips fastened on his little clit. She could feel her own cum against her lips, and she didn't care. Sucking hard, she let her tired tongue roll around and around. The reporter's fingers stole up, two of them sliding easily into the sopping jizz-sink, stirring it all up...and Connor moaned as she found the right spots and tugged and rubbed...until something hot and wet spurted against her chin, and a very unmasculine series of high-pitched moans announced that her Superboi had cum hard one last time.

She fell asleep, her head on his stomach, ear pressed against her navel.

There were other paths that Lois Lane could have taken on her night out, and in her dreams the dickgirl wandered through them...all the choices she had made, that had led her here. How would it have been different? She didn't know. Then her mind turned toward the future...and as her snores reached Superboy's ears, in her dreams, Lois Lane could already hear her baby's heartbeat.