Real World Testing

The wall to her right moved aside on a hidden track...and her eyes widened as she saw a familiar hero restrained, hand and foot, with heavy shackles to a metal chair or seat set into the wall; and another metal band covered his eyes. While the bonds were tight against his flesh, from the edges emanated a strange green light...and Lois Lane knew that meant Kryptonite. Superman lay there, muscles straining, but powerless to move. His pants were gone...and his cock stood out, stiff and hard.

It looked so small.

Of course, it wasn't, not really. To Lois Lane's eyes it was probably just a regular six inches, maybe a bit more. She could easily fit her whole hand around it with room to spare. But compared to what she had up inside her massive tunnel, it looked...puny.

"Please mount the penis."

The reporter hesitated. This felt all kinds of wrong.

"Will you let him go?" She asked.

"All subjects will be released after testing," the automated voice confirmed.

Lois stepped toward the bound Kryptonian tenderly. She had dreamed of making love with him...but she didn't want their first sexual union to be under duress...the computer was basically asking Lois Lane to **** Superman! Of course, if it meant that they would let him go, that would be more like saving him, wouldn't it?

The reporter knew she was just making excuses. A part of her had already decided to fuck him. There was just one little problem...

The reporter turned around and gently lowered herself into his lap. Nestled her back against his muscular chest. She could feel the heat of his skin, the steady, even rise and fall of his chest with every breath. What she couldn't feel was...his prick.

Lois looked down between her legs, to make sure he was in. Sure enough, the massive folds of her pussy were resting between his thighs. She reached down, probing past her thumb-sized clitoris, and found his rigid rod. It was like a popsicle stuffed into a Thanksgiving turkey. The reporter squeezed her pussy, but even clamping down as hard as she could, the reporter could barely feel his cock at all.

"What is the point of this test?" Lois said, agitation in her voice. Here she was, finally able to fuck Superman, and with a cunt so cavernous it was like trying to fuck a toothpick.

"Testing will conclude when test penis ejaculates inside of subject."

The Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter sat back. She knew green Kryptonite was poisonous to Superman; she had to get him to cum inside of her—and fast. But how was she going to do it?