End: Technically, Yes

It took more than just humping and pumping to push Lois Lane over the edge—and while the cock that threatened to turn the reporter's pussy inside-out was almost too much for her to handle, Superman was more than just his steel-hard shaft. Shifting position so that they floated in mid-air, Lois' back to him, her legs curled around his own, his hands moved over her body...from her breasts down her abs to her clit...and the fingers became a blur of super-speed, vibrating impossibly fast.

It was like ten ultra-powerful vibrators caressing her body at once...and as Lois gave herself over to the bump and grind, as she rode that super-cock, the anticipation building in her body more and more, her muscles beginning to twitch as she drew near to her peak...then she felt that terribly soft and gentle kiss on the back of her neck, and the heartfelt words whispered into her ear.

"Lois...I love you. I've always loved you."

Ten buzzing fingers gripped her tits so hard she gasped...the buzz shook her to the bone, and Lois almost couldn't think...but she heard his next words.

"Cum for me."

Then his dick began to vibrate too...and Lois Lane's pussy simply exploded.

It was like a lightning bolt up the spine. She couldn't even register the wave of pleasure as her cunt spasmodically spurted all over the vibrating dick. Her cervix gaped wide, striving to suck in everything he had...but Superman hadn't even ejaculated inside of her yet. He simply held her, continuing to work her body like an instrument, as the flood of intense sensory data reset her brain...wiping away the mental programming that Lex Luthor had subjected her too.

When she collapsed backward against his chest, still impaled on his cock, spasming gently in the aftershocks of the neural reset orgasm, he let the vibration of his fingers slow down to a more gentle setting...and slowly teased her clit and nipples until her body relaxed, and her breathing stabilized.

Idly, Lois Lane's hand came up to her stomach. She could feel the outline of his steel-hard shaft inside of her, distending her lower abdomen. Something she had only ever seen happen in pornographic films, with actresses with oversized toys.

"Feel better?" he said.

"Technically, yes," Lois said. Then her eyebrows furrowed, and her fingers moved south to touch the hard dick still penetrating her pussy. "But in another, very real way, no."

Now it was Superman's turn to frown.

"You," Lois Lane said. "Haven't cum in me yet. It is utterly unacceptable for you to turn me inside out on your ridiculously perfect super-cock without drenching my ovaries in your super-sperm. I demand that you unleash a torrent of your Kryptonian cum into my cunny right now, mister!"

At which point Superman grinned. It wasn't just what she said, it was the way she said it that reminded him of all the times over the years she had tried to trick him into marriage. But perhaps...it was time. After all, she was asking for it. And it would keep her out of trouble, at least for a little while.

"All right, Lois," she said. "If you insist."

He grabbed her thighs...and relaxed a little sphincter inside of himself, that Kryptonians could control at will. Just enough so that a stream of liquid whiteness jetted out of the end of his prick and hit the back of the reporter's pussy with all the **** of a power washer. Her eyes shot open wide at the sudden pain...but then Superman adjusted the pressure, and it was more like a great warm spring welling up inside of her, a heavy liquid flow that oozed and glubbed out, his Kryptonian cock swelling at the base to knot her tightly, like a dog sealing his bitch.

Another Kryptonian power that Superman had never before had an occasion to use, but which the reporter was now grateful for. Her hands ran over her stomach, amazed at the heat of his super-sperm, the sheer volume of it filling out her poor distended cunny.

"We're two different species," he said quietly. "I don't know if we're really compatible."

Lois Lane levered herself up, still stuck on his cock to reach down between his legs and fondle his testes.

"Doesn't mean we can't try, Smallville," she said with a lusty chuckle.

That was the end of Lois Lane's night out; it would take time for the Kryptonian cock-knot to deflate...time enough for Lois and Clark to get horny all over again. Lex Luthor would escape, as he normally did, unaware of the outcome of his experiment...but there would be other nights, other criminal endeavors, other opportunities for Superman to defeat him.

Lois Lane rubbed her distended abdomen. Heavy and hot with Superman's seed. Hoping beyond hope that one would find their mark...