Lois Lane Will Have To Give Birth Through Her Cock

"It's okay!" Supergirl said as she humped the reporter's dick. "A woman's cock is made for giving birth!"

Lois Lane's jaw dropped. She closed her eyes, momentarily at a loss as to how to respond.

"Maybe on Krypton," she said. "But this is Earth. I'm human. Why didn't you fuck Superman's cock?"

Supergirl's hips slammed into the head of the dickgirl reporter's overgrown prick so hard that for a moment Lois thought the distended urethra was about to go from an outie into an innie. She could actually feel the whole hard length of the Kryptonian pencil-prick deep inside of her, the narrow head plugged into whatever narrow channel her vagina had become...and then she grunted.

Lois had seen men and women orgasm. She had always been fascinated by the process. The way all the pretense momentarily dropped. Nobody could pretend to be anything other than what they were. They lost all control, all decorum, all grace and charity and evil. Exposed as what they were in that moment as their brain's higher functions were overwhelmed with pleasure, faces crinkled into stupid expressions...

Supergirl's eyes crossed. There was something in her features that suggested a stunned squirrel...the way her lips closed down, the tip of a pink tongue poking out...and Lois Lane supposed that was only appropriate.

Because she had found a really big nut.

Lois Lane had never been able to feel any of her lovers ejaculate inside of her. It was a tablespoon tossed into a warm, wet, pink sock. She had thought that actually feeling your lover cum inside of you was something relegated to bad pornography. Now...

There was a pressure, deep inside of her. Like taking a piss in reverse. Lois grunted in discomfort as boiling-hot sperm burst into her much-reduced inner vagina, the swollen head of Supergirl's skinny prick locking it in place. Spurt after spurt of superpotent supersperm pumped inside of Lois Lane, and before her very eyes she could see a distinct bulge form at the base of her cock.

Kara's hands never stopped squeezing the reporter's shaft, and now it was Lois Lane's turn to go crosseyed...another familiar pressure was building, this time deep inside at the base of her dick. Fear ran through Lois, fear that plugged as her ungodly fat prick was that if she came right now that it would explode. She reached forward and grabbed Kara's hands, but the arms of Supergirl were like bands of steel, and the weak thrusts of the reporter's hips were just that little bit of agitated motion Lois needed to get off.

Cum churned out by hidden gonads rushed forth along the channel. The complicated internal anatomy of the reporter pushed the sperm straight into the urethra, blocked as it was by Supergirl's cock, and there was a confused moment as the pressure built unbearably. Something had to give.

It was Lois Lane's prick.

Already stuffed with cock, the liquid pressure of the reporter's own cum could not be denied. The stuffed channel expanded, and Lois gave a scream as her poor urethra was stretched even further than before. Until jets of white jizz burst forth from the end of her dick, spurting around Kara's schlong of steel, making an absolute mess on the bed.

Finally, Supergirl sighed and her cock wilted, just a little. Lois was still holding her arms, not sure what to do now. Her whole cock burned as the skinnier prick began its retreat, and even to Lois Lane's eyes she knew that the mammoth prick could not possibly be the same ever again.