Static

A door opened and the screen drifted away, and Lois turned to see who her new stud was. Naked, of course, and black; quite a bit shorter and slimmer than John Henry Irons—younger too, probably barely out of his teens. His hair was done up in short dreadlocks, kept out of his face by a white half-mask and a pair of goggles...Lois immediately recognized him as the hero Static, sort of a young Black Lightning with similar electrical powers.

Her gaze drifted down to his "equipment" and she was unable to stifle a laugh. It wasn't that he was unnaturally small, but he was on the shorter side of average, and compared to John Henry Irons he looked particularly...underequipped.

"What?" He said, agitation in his voice.

"Nothing," Lois lied, flashing him a genuine smile. She reached down and rubbed her pussy, hoping to get her juices going. "You're just a little sma—shorter than I expected. You look taller on television."

He frowned, but the sight of the naked white woman was having its effect on him, the dick rising up into a skinny erection with a rather pronounced bell-end, a genuine mushroom-tip.

"That looks a little dangerous," she said, unable to resist twisting the knife a little.

"You'll feel me," he promised.

She spread her labia with her fingers, flashing him her pink pussy. The heat was building inside her now, the excitement. Lois wanted this young black man inside of her, his sperm pumped into her womb. To make another baby in her belly.

He positioned himself between his legs, the broad had slipping snuggly into her crotch, the pussy swallowing the skinny shaft that came behind it.

"Damn momma," Static moaned. "You got a big pussy, but it's tight!"

"The better to eat you with, my dear." Lois bit back a moan as the cock bottomed out inside of her. Not as deeply as John Henry Irons had gone, but more than deep enough.

Static looked around, unsure of where to put his hands, and the reporter grabbed his brown wrists and guided them to her breasts. Now they both knew where they stood, and her grinned, showing pearly white teeth as he began to slide his cock in and out of her.

Lois wanted to enjoy it...and she did! But it still felt so small compared to the last cock she had in her, and it just wasn't the same in length or girth. She flexed her hips, trying to urge him on further, to meet his thrusts, to squeeze his skinny schlong with her slit, but there was something off in their rhythm, and he could feel it, growing wilder and more agitated.

"C'mon baby," she **** a smile. "Pump it in me. Make me feel it, hero."

"Feel this," he said with a snarl, a tiny arc of electricity briefly visible on his dick...and then the reporter's entire body jumped, the electric current lighting up every nerve ending in her cunt, which squeeze so tight he cried out in pain. It couldn't have been more than a few volts, but Lois Lane felt her muscles contract, almost heard a crackle along her spine and her brain...it exploded in a kind of euphoria that she had ever associated to brief encounters with hard ****.

It only lasted a second, and then her body relaxed, sinking back with limbs loose and wobbly, heart pounding crazily, remembering to breath... She hoped it didn't effect the fertilized embryo she already had in storage, but a quick check seemed to show her SUPERBREEDER implants were okay.

"Fuck me, Sparky," she said. "Did you cum?"

"Y-yeah," he said as he pulled out his dripping mushroom tip. "You 'bout squeezed my dick off."

"Got another one in you?" Lois gave him a lecherous leer, imagining all those potent sperm swimming in her snatch.