John Henry Irons

Lois stared back into a familiar face. John Henry Irons—the hero known as Steel! She had never seen him naked before, but there was no mistaking his strong features, the corded muscles in his neck, shoulders, and chest. He winked one kindly brown eye at Lois, and raised one finger up as though to scratch at his ear...but she saw the shadow of the black digit hover for a moment in front of his pursed lips, and understood.

No talking. They were listening.

Somehow, know it was John's cock filling her cunt made the situation...better. Simply seeing a friendly face made it so much better than baring her pussy to be bred by a complete stranger. She had never seriously considered him as a sexual partner before, but the thought of him as her...baby daddy...was far from the worst thing that Lois could imagine. In response to her signal, she gave his cock a little squeeze...and that gave her another idea...

Staring into John's big brown eyes, Lois began to flex her kegel muscles, her pussy tightening and relaxing on the Man of Steel's still hard rod. The reporter bit her lip at the sensations, as Lois worked through a brief message in Morse code, wondering if John would understand...

....- / --. .. .-. .-.. ... / -- .. ... ... .. -. --.

He was unmoving the whole time, and Lois struggled to compose the message while thinking of his semen at the mouth of her uterus...and then when she was finished, he began to move, pulling back for long strokes that let her see the white cum staining his chocolate cock, and shorter, piston-like strokes that drove so deep inside Lois it nearly drove her wild...and Lois realized he was answering her, in his own version of Morse code.

.. / -.- -. --- .-- .-.-.- / .--. .-.. .- -.-- / .- .-.. --- -. --. .-.-.-

Lois gave her lover a tight squeeze with her vaginal muscles, to let him know "message received"—and then the stud ceased his sporadic dicking and got back to work, driving himself into her hard and fast, with Lois bucking her hips to meet his thrusts. She was amazed at his stamina, able to go again so soon after cumming...and she looked back at the screen to see the camera jitter forward and backward in time with the pussy pounding she was receiving, churning his last load up into a froth, her cervix dipping into the potent seed...

She didn't orgasm again, when John Henry Irons slammed himself home inside of her and held himself there, but a low moan escaped her lips as she saw his second load fill the screen with white, knowing his heavy black balls had emptied themselves into her once again...if they ever got out of here, she swore, it wouldn't be the last time.