Let Superman Choose

"Why don't you choose?" Lois said. "I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to play around with different shapes...later."

The reporter stared into his eyes as she said it. There was no doubt in her mind that she was committing herself, body, soul, pussy, and womb, to Superman and his super-cock. She just wanted to make him aware of the fact that this wasn't going to be just a one-time thing.

Superman blinked...and then his cock shortened, thickened, and the shape of the glans shifted to be more helmet-like. Six ridges rose along the smooth base, about an inch apart.

"This shape should maximize drawing the excess semen out of your vagina," he said. Then, his cheeks burning crimson, he added: "And based on my X-ray vision analysis of your internal anatomy, I suspect it will stimulate your G-spot more effectively."

Lois Lane couldn't smile any wider. She straddled his hips and pressed her labia against his swollen cockhead. Raised her hands, and he did likewise, so that they could twine their fingers, palm against palm. Her heart thundered in her chest.

"Just so you know," she said, nervousness and eagerness warring within her. "I'm...I'm really glad. You want to knock me up."

She widened her stance a little...pressed down...and bit back a moan. Wet as she was, the head was still huge, and it took a little effort to squeeze it inside her pussy. Yet the moment it was in, a shiver went up Lois Lane's spine. It was like the cock was made for her...it stretched her just the right amount, filled her completely...and that was just the head.

Inch by inch, she sank down. Each ribbed spine required a little effort to stuff into her cunny...and she could feel it scrape against the inside of her pussy, stimulating her inside and out. It took Lois five whole minutes to get the whole cock inside of her, the bottom of her buttocks just touched those massively swollen testes...and that was when Lois learned something else about Kryptonian anatomy.