The Biggest Black Cock There Is

Then again, Lois thought as she stopped before the tenth and final cock—a black python that hung down to the muscular mid-thigh—it wasn't as though she and John Henry Irons were exclusive yet. And with her superbreeder implant, she could control whether or not she could get pregnant. She could indulge in a little hanky-panky and still keep her womb just for his black babies.

Besides which, even though Lois wasn't a size queen, the sheer length and girth on display had her wanting to rub her thighs together. Like most women, she maintained a secret desire to know how much cock she could really take—and this gentleman looked like a line on a bucket list.

"Number ten," she said out loud. "I want to fuck number ten."

She hit the ACCEPT STUD button.

"Good choice!" The other-Lois on screen said, the virtual doppelganger of a pregnant Lois Lane, smiling warmly. "Your stud will be with you shortly. For now, we need you to assume the position! Sit up straight."

Lois did so...and felt the chair move beneath her. Hidden motors caused the cushions to move and reconfigure. The reporter felt herself being leaned back, legs raised...and then the chair swiveled, the screen raising up so that Lois lad back, hips raised, staring into the glowing, swirling pink screen, which had zoomed in on other-Lois' face, like a mirror reflection of Lois' own. They smiled together.

The cushions supporting Lois' legs separated, forcing her legs apart, inch by inch, farther and farther...until she could feel the almost painful tension in her thighs. Instinctively, the reporter tried to shift position, but she felt the soft, padded restraints slid into place around her ankles, wrists, and midsection. Small padded sections rose to box her face in, so Lois couldn't look away from the screen.

"You are now in optimal position for breeding." The other-Lois spoke, but the reporter could hear herself speaking automatically, following along with every word. "We are going to leave you like this for a few minutes to get comfortable. The implant has already activated and caused your ovary to release another ovum. Try to relax." They smiled together. Lois could feel the ache, like a throb or deep bruise, in her abdomen. "Your black breeding bull will be with you shortly."

Lois smiled at that. She had no intention of getting bred by this big-cocked black man...but she did intend to see how much of ebony cock she could stuff up her pale pink pussy.

The face faded out...and Lois stared into the swirling pinkness. It was like clouds, formless shifting movements that seemed to form images, patterns. Lois amused herself for a few moments as her body relaxed, tension flowing out of her thighs and spine, letting her mind wander...some of the shape were suggestive. Cocks, sperm, the round swell of ovum, breasts, bellies...all there and gone again, almost as fast as she could recognize them.

Lois closed her eyes, not wanting to be swayed from her course by the imagery. She was just here for sex. Nothing more.

Lois felt the wetness between her legs, and wondered if her current situation was affecting her imagination. The reporter knew she should feel more anxious about all this whole situation...all of it was happening so fast, and Lois herself had glided through it as though on autopilot.

So involved was the reporter in her inner world, that she was shocked by the warm, strong unfamiliar hand that gripped her breast, the heat and pressure of a strange and massive piece of flesh pressed against her pussy...and then she opened her eyes to stare into the face of her new lover...and her eyes widened in recognition and fear.