End: Static Takes Lois Lane To S.T.A.R. Labs...As They Fuck

Not many people look up at the sky, on a cool Metropolis night. Too much lightspill fom the city that never really sleeps, so that even on a clear night you cannot see more than a few of the brightest stars. Yet if a few people did lean out of their windows or look up from the rooftop parties...they might have pointed to a shadow that moved through the air above the buildings. They might have asked each other if that was a bird, or a plane...but no, it was...

Static, flying through the air on a steel manhole cover thanks to his electromagnetic powers, with Lois Lane impaled on his cock.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter gripped the leading edge of the manhole cover with her hands, heels planted against the small circle of steel as she twerked against the black hero's cock. Static, his pants around his thighs, did the best he could to keep the manhole cover level as Lois squeezed and bounced, determined to wring another load of jizz into her hungry cunt.

"Don't know how I let you talk me into this...crazy white lady..." he muttered.

"Crazy white girlfriend," Lois reminded him. She grinned as she pushed herself forward and back, which made the manhole cover wobble dangerously. "Babycrazy. Come on, spunk my cunny good, I want your black baby..."

Static was a hero. He had powers which most people could barely comprehend, had fought evil the likes of which most people would never know. Yet he was, at the end of the day, a virile young man...and an older woman bouncing on his cock, begging for his baby seemed to send a thrill through his balls, which tightened and rose, his stiff prick hitting deep inside the reporter now as she began to pant and accelerate her fucking, obviously on the verge of climax...and Static was not far behind.

Which is part of the reason why Static misjudged the angle of descent as they crossed over a power station.

Lois Lane saw the ground beneath her as the manhole cover suddenly flipped. Instinctively, her legs curled around Static's own , and his hands grabbed her hips to keep her from falling. Upside down they flew, straight toward S.T.A.R. Labs...and the reporter's scream of terror turned into a whoop as she felt his cock suddenly jump and throb inside of her, the hero grunted loudly, and a familiar wet heat signaled to her that his cum was once more blasting to coat her cervix...

...and it was such the perfect position to conceive, as gravity helped to keep it all down near her womb.

The end of Lois lane's night out would see her in S.T.A.R. Labs, doctors and technicians working to figure out what exactly Lex Luthor had done to her, and how to reverse it...yet the reporter herself sat serene, smug as a cat that got the cream. Certain that even in forty short weeks, she would give birth to a beautiful brown baby...the first, she hoped, of many.

As for what Superman and Static thought of this impending paternity, or whether Luthor's black slut programming could be reversed...that is another story.