Knock Me Up, Please

The words came out of Lois Lane's mouth, and she knew that this is why she had come here. Maybe Angelica Blaze had drawn her here for her own reasons, but staring at the pink slit—her own unpregnant pussy—on screen was more than she could bare. The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter needed a cock inside of her, right here and right now.

The dickgirl pressed her cock against those bare lips.

"As you wish."

Chin resting in the cradle, Lois stared wide-eyed as her labia parted. The cock on screen looked huge, but it felt bigger as the purple head pressed inside her tight channel. An image flashed through her mind, that opening shot of Star Wars where the vast spaceship just went on and on, and this was like that, the angle of the camera catching the seemingly endless dick press deeper and deeper inside of her vaginal canal...and then the dangling testicles appeared, and Lois swore she had never seen any balls as round and heavy, tight inside their skin. They pressed against her pudenda and Lois swore she felt a painful pressure as the head of the cock gently scraped against her cervix as it bottomed out.

"From the moment I first saw you," Angelica said, her hands squeezing the reporter's hips. "I knew I wanted to breed you. When I saw you enter the club, I could smell how ripe you were. It made me so hard..."

The words seem to bore into Lois Lane's brain as she saw and felt the cock withdraw. Long and slow, as though Blaze had all the time in the world, the flared ridge of her cockhead scraping against all the most sensitive spots in the reporter's cunt. Angelica seemed to take note of each and every quiver that ran through her lover's pale flesh, and she stopped just as the tip of her dick was about to exit the pussy before her...and plunged forward again.

This is happening, Lois told herself, anticipation growing with every thrust. Shorter now that Blaze had taken her measure; not trying to hit her cervix, but to press and rub and stimulate the reporter's G-spot with the head of that magnificent cock, the great balls tightening as they built up their load, the reporter's body trembling in the straps, trying to press back and meet the thrusts, but all she could do was quiver in her straps and stare ahead as her pussy began to drip...

This is really happening. And I'm glad.

A kind of amazed joy struck Lois as Blaze began to huff and pant behind her, the controlled thrusts growing quicker and harder, hands gripping the reporter's hips more tightly, as though afraid to let the bound woman go. The reporter could feel the dickgirl's need with every pounding push of her hips. She had never felt that kind of connection with anyone. None of her prior lovers had ever fucked her with such desperation, as though her very existence depended upon spunking the tight cunt in front of her.

It was almost enough to make Lois Lane forget about Superman.

Yet as the pounding grew short, as the balls on the screen in front of her began to tighten and draw up, as the thrusts grew deeper and deeper, and Lois could feel the anticipation growing in her own body, hanging on the edge of climax, the reporter's womb preparing itself to fulfill its biological function, whole body fine-tuned to get bred... Lois remembered.

His smile. His arms about her as he pulled her from danger. The way his eyes softened as he looked at her. Lois Lane had thought about him, in the quiet moments. Had ran her hand between her legs at night, wishing it was him. A part of her had always thought that maybe, someday they would... what? Get married? Have kids? Would she even survive, or would that Kryptonian cock split her in two?

She didn't know. Once, she would have done almost anything to find out. Now...

Lois gasped in shock and pain as the head of the cock pressed against her cervix again—her heart skipped a beat, thinking that this was it, this was the moment when she would be impregnated.