End: Superman Is Asked To Donate His Semen

Superman frowned.

"Is there really no other way?" He said.

"Her body is literally going to eat itself," Dr. Faulkner said. "Ingesting your semen could save her life. Of course we could go for an anonymous sperm donor..."

"I'm good with this. Really," Lois sat in a labcoat in Dr. Faulkner's office. "Do, um, do we need a cup or can I...?"

The doctor smiled and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"I'll leave you two to decide on the best arrangements. But I should add, until we figure out how to reverse the changes, Miss Lane will be needing regular contributions...I trust that won't be an issue?"

"Um...no," Superman's cheeks began to burn. "I believe I can manage. It's just this whole situation is very...irregular."

"Says the man who fights giant apes with kryptonite vision," Lois said...and then grabbed her stomach, which growled alarmingly.

"I'll give you two a little privacy," Dr. Faulkner said. She left the office, closing the door behind her.

Superman coughed. Lois Lane leaned over, letting the labcoat fall open. She was watching his eyes. X-ray vision or not, he was still a man. To his credit he looked away as soon as he saw that she saw him...but he did look.

"Hey," the reporter said, putting her hand over his. "I know this is weird, but I really appreciate it."

"I just feel like I should...take you out to dinner and a movie first, or something."

The joke was lame...but Lois smiled at it anyway. She licked her lips as she reached over and grabbed his crotch. For a moment she thought he would leap through the ceiling...but he didn't. Just stood there as she fondled his balls through the padded red shorts that normally kept his Man of Steel hidden from view.

"I'll take you up on the dinner right now," she said, swallowing saliva. It felt like she was starving. "And if you want to date me...well, I won't say no."

He coughed again. "So...should I get a cup, or..."

"Superman?" She said. "Drop your pants so I can suck your dick. Please."

It was the "please" that did it. Whatever else he might be, an alien demigod from outer space, a virgin, her friend and hero...Superman was a gentleman.

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, he pulled them down. The cock popped free, the testes dangling underneath. Lois wasn't sure what she expected...but it was a perfectly ordinary dick. On the girthy side, and a little larger than average, like Lois liked them, but nothing monstrous. Surprisingly, he was shaved. Somehow Lois had expected him to be hairier...

"Hey big guy," Lois settled onto her knees in front of the pecker. It even smelled clean, with just the tiniest hint of that bathroom/locker room smell she associated with guys. "We're going to have a lot of fun."

"Lois...there's something I need to tell you," Superman said.

The reporter wrapped her hand around the cock, fingers barely closing. She hoped she could get her mouth around it. This close, it was intoxicating. Lois could actually feel a bit of drool dribble out of the corner of her mouth.

"First blowjob?" She said.

"Yes, but...I'm...Clark Kent."

She craned her neck up to look at him. Tried to picture Clark's glasses on those big blue eyes...and it clicked in place. Like something she'd known for a long time.

"Oh," she said. "Well, that's convenient."

"Huh?" He said.

Lois would have answered...but she had her mouth full.

Opening her jaw as wide as she could, the reporter took the swollen head of Superman's cock into her mouth. Lips stretched over her teeth, they settled behind the glans. Her tongue explored...the skin as taut and soft as a ripe tomato, but firmer. The pisshole was bigger than that of any of her past boyfriends. She pressed the tip of her tongue against it, and actually felt the urethra open a bit, the tip of her tongue wiggling in there...and Superman moaned.

Lips locked, Lois began to suck. One hand on the shaft, stroking it up and down, impressed by the steely hardness. The other slid up under his balls...felt the ultra-smooth stretch of skin there, leading to his asshole. The taint. She began to press and poke, experimentally. Her stomach was growling, and as much as Lois wanted Clark...Superman...to have a good time, she needed something now. Her whole body was trembling, and she felt light-headed, heart palpitating like a diabetic when their sugar crashed.

She thought he understood that too. Because it wasn't more than a minute before she felt a tell-tale tremor in his dick, the balls tightening up...and a spurt caught the reporter right in the back of the throat, so hard that she almost gagged. Instead, she swallowed.

And swallowed.

And swallowed some more.

The average guy that Lois had been was good for six to eight ropes, when they were a bit pent up. Lois didn't count, but she was sure that Superman's load was much more than that...and thicker. The reporter shook and rolled her eyes back as the salty jelly-like jizz ceased shooting and started oozing. She let it sit on her tongue until she could collect a mouthful before swallowing again, her tongue scraping out the last little sticky drop from his pisshole.

Above her, Superman sighed.

"If you want seconds," he said lightly, "I'm afraid you'll have to wait a few minutes."

Lois slid her mouth off the softening dick with ****. Surprised but happy to see she'd left rings of lipstick around the shaft. Like marking her territory.

"Thank you Clark...or Superman," she rose to her feet and pressed her naked body against his. Wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "I really appreciate you doing this."

"Of course, Lois," he said, awkwardly hugging her back. "Any time. My pleasure."

Lois closed her eyes, enjoying the moment. A part of her had always wanted to be with Superman...and she had never imagined it would come by way of a magical bottle and a dietary need for cum. Yet she had admit to herself...there were far worse ways for this night to end, than with Superman's warm salty load settling into her stomach.

"That's good," she said. "Because Dr. Faulkner thinks I'll need a daily 'dose.'"

"I'll do my best," he said levelly, with mock-seriousness, "to fill that prescription."