End: The Most Pregnant Woman In The World

There are limits to all things. Remotely, Lex Luthor monitored the implant as it released its maximum number of eggs—flowing down from Lois Lane's ovaries toward her waiting womb. Eleven had been the theoretical limit for the implant; they had never tried that many in practice. He smiled, imagining the look on John Henry Iron's face when the hero discovered he would suddenly be the father of an entire football team. Lois Lane would be more pregnant than any other woman in the world at this time.

That should keep both crusading reporter and power armored hero out of his proverbial air for some time...

John Henry Irons rammed his black dick deep inside of Lois Lane's cunt. He stared down at the baby-crazy reporter in a mix of awe and horror.

"Eleven?" his voice was aghast, appalled...aroused.

Lois clinched her heels tighter around his back, drawing him deeper inside.

"Do it, baby," she whispered, something inside of her abdomen aching. "Breed me. I want to be full of your black babies."

He held back. Even though he was just a man, it was a genuine superhuman effort to halt in the middle of fucking that tight white pussy, with Lois Lane beneath him begging to be bred, her impossibly tight and hot cunt gripping and squeezing him, the eyes pleading for his seed...

John Henry Irons looked down at her, and said with a very calm voice: "Lois, is it just because I'm black?"

Her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes softened as she reached up to stroke his face.

"Oh, John...no," she whispered. "You're one of the sweetest, most intelligent men I know. There's no one else I'd want to father my children."

"That could be the programming talking," he said. "You're not in your right mind. This wasn't...you might regret this."

Lois launched herself off the workbench, levering herself up by grabbing his shoulders, so that they could see face-to-face, his black cock still hard and enveloped by her dripping cunt.

"John Henry Irons, if you don't cum inside me right now, I will never forgive you!" Then her eyes softened again. Their lips almost touched. "Don't you want to put a baby in me?"

He was only human.

Huge black hands, hard and strong from hours at the forge grabbed her ass and pushed and pulled it up and down on his dick. She squealed in delight, her lips seeking his mouth, their tongues swirling together as she bounced hard on that cock, almost willing the big black balls to shoot their load. Lois lane felt light-headed, buzzed, veritably high with the idea of being pregnant with his black babies...and then he came.

It had been a long time for John Henry Irons, the hero known as Steel. It is a lonely life, months since he had any female company before tonight...and somehow, all of that came to a head right then. The tip of his dick felt like it was melting, her pussy juices dripped down over his balls, which raised and grew taut, the pulsing, throbbing need at the base of his dick reached a crescendo of pressure and pleasure, and as he clutched her tight and drew her down so his cock was as deep as it could go, it felt like all of the pent-up sperm of long lonely months was unleashed in a sudden torrent toward her impossibly fertile womb.

He carried her to his cot. Moved his pillow so that they could raise her hips, to better insure conception...although knowing Lex Luthor's technology, he had no doubt that every one of those eggs would be fertilized and implanted within minutes. The man was sick, but a genius.

"So...where do we go from here?" he said.

"Well," Lois licked her lips. "If you're up for it, maybe in a little while we could go again?"

He smiled, big lips parting to show his white teeth. "They say relationships based on sex don't last."

She shrugged. "I wouldn't be upset if you made me Mrs. Irons."

John Henry Irons laid a big black hand on her abdomen, as if imagining the little lives taking shape there, even now.

"You know Superman is going to kill me for this."

Lois snorted. Her hand lay on his wrist as it rested on her stomach.

"John, I wasn't kidding. About any of it."

"I know," he said, as he moved himself around. His cock, dark and still half-engorged with blood, hung down his thighs, a white drop hanging from the pisshole. "But there's one sure way to get me going again."

Obediently, she opened her mouth. The big black cock dipped toward her, that quivering drop of cum on the end headed straight for her tongue...and something about that seemed so right to Lois Lane. Her night out certainly hadn't gone anything like she had expected, but as her lips closed in on the purple head, and she stared up at the adoring eyes of her babydaddy...or maybe fiance...but definitely her big black stud...all that Lois Lane could think of was a single word.

Mine.