Chapter 12 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Bend Over And Offer Herself To Be Mated

Turning around so that Superman could get a good view of her pussy, Lois stretched her hoofs out in front of her, waggling her ass gently. Hoping that Superman got the message. This sow was ready and waiting to be mounted and mated by her boar.

Come on, Supes! Lois Lane mentally pleaded. Take the hint!

There was a long, porcine grunt from behind the reporter...and then he was on her, the weight of his body pressing down on her back, the hard length of his erection stabbing into her thighs and buttocks as it sought its mark. Lois Lane winced as the weight of Superman's body pressed the curly-tail butt plug deeper into her ass. Together they struggled vainly, trying to get their genitals to line up...and then they did.

Lois Lane squealed.

The hard shaft seemed to pierce her to the core, thick enough to stretch her pussy. She swore she could feel every bump and vein against her vaginal walls, feel the head stab jut short of the end of her pussy. His gloved trotters grasped her tight about her waist, unable to get a grip with the gloves on his hands, but able to at least pinch her tightly between his forearms.

Trapped beneath him, Lois could only grunt as he began to hump her hard. That magnificent Kyrptonian cock plowed her cunt like it was made for it, the plug in her ass only heightening the thrill as his short, powerful strokes slammed hard enough into her to knock her breathless. She was helpless to do more than submit to his frantic attentions, his prick churning her pussy without mercy...and Lois remembered the massive, swollen nutsack on him, and knew that Superman must already be at his limit.

It's okay, Superman, Lois wanted to tell him. Blow your load! Cum in me! I want you to!

He lowered his face to her neck, planting kisses, grunting softly, steadily as he pumped her cunny. She could feel slick, hot wetness flowing down her legs, and wondered if he was coming already or if she had simply peed herself in excitement...and then she realized there was a pattern to his grunting. A stacatto start-and-stop, start-and-stop...

Morse code! Lois realized. He's trying to tell me something.