First, He Takes Care of the Preliminaries

Lois Lane squirmed as the black crest of that alien glans contracted slightly, to press against the opening to her vagina...and then it spread open again, pushing her pink walls effortlessly apart...but not painlessly.

"Ah!" Lois winced as her pussy was **** open...and the small, white, inner head plunged into her bared depths...and something happened that Lois would always remember.

The color in Clark's face changed, slightly. His mighty limbs trembled...and then something hit the back of the reporter's pussy with such ****, it reminded her of the time as a young woman she had drunkenly stuck a hose up her pussy too far...but this was more intense, hotter, harsher. It stung her sensitive insides wherever it touched...and as a burning liquid boiled from inside her pushy, washing out between the gaps opened by Superman's cock-shell, Lois realized what was happening.

"You're...pissing in me!?" Lois gasped.

"It's sterile," he said seriously. "It'll help wash out all of the semen inside of you. The other semen, that is. Some may have already penetrated your cervix. I'll need to ejaculate in you to make sure they don't fertilize any of your eggs."

Lois blinked. The strange, alien cock slid even deeper inside of her, the small white head moving about on its prehensile shaft, the stinging spray of Kryptonian urine covering every square millimeter of her cunny. The reporter had the strange and terrible impression of a dog or cat marking something as their own.

"Um...how...how are they going to do that?" Lois asked.

"Well, some of them are specialized 'killer-sperm,'" Clark said. "That target and destroy other sperm cells. But mostly it'll just be that they'll fertilize any egg you have in there first. In a contest of impregnation, my sperm should win out like Bruce Lee versus an octagenarian."

The reporter swallowed heavily. She stared down at the black shaft that was not even half inside her cunny...and the dangling testes behind. The thought came to her that she was well and truly fucked...and the sad part was, she was too freaked out by Clark's alien penis to even enjoy it.

Slowly, the dark cock disappeared into the reporter's snatch, the superstrong claws holding her thighs apart....and Lois resigned herself as the spray moved deeper and deeper, the scum running out of her distended pussy and onto the bed. It wasn't comfortable, though really no worse than a gynecologist's exam—and almost as clinical. The strangest part was the thickness of the Kryptonian cock, the odd smoothness of the carapace, the little bumps and ridges. In any other circumstances, the reporter might have been curious to explore that a little...

Finally, the stinging flow dropped off. Superman relaxed a little, his serious face breaking into a small, shy smile.

"Okay. All that's left is to inseminate you. I..." He looked strangely innocent then, his blue eyes locked on hers. "...I've thought about how to do this for a long time, Lois. I hope...I hope you enjoy it as much as I do."

Then, with terrible swiftness, he leaned forward...and the whole of his prick buried itself in Lois Lane in one fluid motion, the soft pale head crushed up against her cervix...and the real fucking began.