Lois Releases Another Egg

The edge of the table was digging into Lois Lane's back. Her mouth felt gummy, dehydrated. It had been a long night and she was tired, her muscles ached, her pussy sore from all the sex after her long dry spell, her abdomen hurt from the unexpected surgery as whatever anesthetics LexCorp had given her wore off.

But she was here for this.

Her body was shaking in urgent need as she gave the silent command to the implant to release another egg. She parted her pale legs, reached down and spread her pink, dripping pussy with both hands. Welcoming the big black python that John Henry Irons was lubing up, just to make it a little easier to fit more of that thick, long meat in her.

"When all this is done, we're going to have to have a long talk," she said as he rubbed the great swollen chocolate tip up and down her slit with meticulous care, spreading the lube over her pussy.

"Having second thoughts?"

"Thinking how many kids we should have," she tossed back.

"You know, my great grandmama had twenty-one..." John Henry Irons said as his shaft, as hard as his namesake, pressed into the tight cunt before him.

"That's...ooh, fuck you're big!...only seven sets of triplets." Lois reached out to grab his neck. She wanted to shove her cunt down onto his big babymaker, but the black hero was a conscientious lover. His strong, massive hands gripped her thighs and fed his elephant's trunk into her cunt slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, pausing to ler her get used to it before pushing further in.

"Hmm," he said. "With the improvements to your womb, I bet you could put the Octomom to shame...probably pump out more black babies than that in just two or three pregnancies..."

Lois Lane groaned, the image of herself that pregnant...with black babies...with his black babies...was driving her crazy. By the time his big brown balls rested against her lily-white ass, Lois Lane was ready to cum.

But he had only begun to fuck her.

"Of course, if you do get pregnant with that many fetuses, that'll be the end of your nights out," he said sternly.

Lois held onto his neck for dear life as John Henry Irons began to slide his big black cock in and out...she felt like putty in his hands, her pussy squeezing as the fat dick pulled out, until the crest of his glans brushed against the entrance to her canal, and then he was sliding it back in, faster and harder. Fast in, slow out, liek a train building steam, pushing itself up a steep hill.

"I'll be so fat, the doctors would put me on bed rest," Lois said. "You'd have to fuck me lying on my side. Fuck, I'll be more womb than woman..."

"I like bigger women," he grunted, his brown eyes burning into hers. "Wouldn't be so bad, to see you with some curves...and I could probably adapt an exoskeleton to give you some mobility and support..."

"You want me to be Mrs. Steel?" Lois asked, fluttering her eyelashes innocently.

The big black lips split into a smile. "It'll have to be a quick wedding. Unless you want to be showing a big baby belly as you walk down the aisle..."

Lois Lane licked her lips. She smiled wolfishly. The idea was working on him just as it was with her. His analytical mind was already working through the possibilities, planning their future together. The pregnant reporter wondered if her black stud could stand a little more excitement...

He caught the look in her eye. Her implant throbbed, a little light blinked through her skin. The black man caught that too.

"Lois?" John Henry Iron said. "What did you just do?"

"I just released a few more eggs for you to impregnate," Lois breathed. Her hands rose to grip his face. "You want me to breed me? Then fucking breed me!"

"Girl, you crazy," he said. But he didn't slow down. If anything, his thrusts were speeding up, those big black balls smacking into her pale ass. "How pregnant do you want to be?"