Double Vaginal

"You are an experienced whore," the Cyborg Superman said, as he bent down and effortlessly picked Lois Lane up. "You should have no difficulty accommodating both of me."

As the lowermost prickhead pressed against her cunny, discharging a pale, glowing green lube, Lois swallowed.

"You, uh...mean taking turns?" She said with a smile. "Smart, might last longer that way..."

"Guess again," the cyborg said.

One red electronic eye gleamed as the segmented cock flexed like the arm of an octopus, rubbing the lubricant into the reporter's slit. The hands, one flesh and blood, the other cold and mechanical, gripped Lois Lane's buttocks tight, clutching her to him. She shivered as her breasts pressed against both invulnerable Kryptonian flesh and invulnerable Kryptonian alloys. She found herself staring at the line of division between man and machine...and feeling the mechanical cock press past her labia, lubricating the inside of her pussy.

"You, uh...want to try double penetration?" Lois said with a grin, trying to buy for time. "I'm game, but you'll have to lubricate my ass too."

He had no lips to smile or sneer...but a mechanical tongue slipped past the bared teeth.

"I think one hole will suffice. You are experienced, aren't you?"

Cyborg Superman lifted her a little higher...and she gasped as she felt the head of his flesh-and-blood prick press against her cunny, even though the mechanical one was still inside of her.

"Hold...hold on, that's...a big proposition..." Lois said, feeling utterly powerless in his grasp.

"Yes," he said. "You finally begin to understand. You know, I have sensors in my phallic appendage. I can sense the heightened temperature in your vaginal track...the pH levels...I wonder...when was your last period?"

Lois Lane's mouth opened and closed. She was torn between fear and desire. This being was half Superman...genetically a clone...it was almost like making love with Superman himself. Yet the cruel intelligence behind that cold electronic eye...was nothing like the Man of Steel she knew.

"Two weeks," she said, swallowing hard, knowing he would probably be able to tell if she lied.

"Interesting," he said as he carried her over to the bed. Only the tips of his twin pricks were inside of her. Waiting, the reporter assumed, for her to relax so he could **** more of his manhoods inside of her overstretched cunt. "Perhaps I shall engage with your employer for a long-term contract. Say...nine or ten months."