End: Superman Jerks Off As Icon Impregnates Lois Lane Properly

"I don't know if I'm comfortable with this."

They had moved to a penthouse apartment which Icon maintained in Metropolis. The naked reporter rested in Icon's lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hard cock pressed against the crack of her ass. Superman had shed his costume, and sat on a chair facing them, dick in hand.

Lois Lane had lost count of the number of times she had dreamed of Superman's prick. The size, the length, the girth...it was like the textbook definition of a cock. Not the longest or the thickest, but the most perfectly proportioned, the most flawless; as if some ancient Greek sculptor had carved it out of marble. The Man of Steel sat in the chair, his chiseled body poised, cock in hand.

Waiting for Icon to knock her up.

"Don't be scared, Lois," Icon said. "We've explained this. Superman has a...kink, you might say. He was excited when he saw you ride my dick. Thrilled when my seed splashed against your cervix."

The Black man's big hand slid down over the reporter's flat stomach, one large brown finger finding her clit. He began to rub it in gentle circles. She could still feel the hot, gooey sensation of his previous load in her pussy.

"It's true, Lois," Superman said, a blush on those perfectly-sculpted cheeks. "It's just so...hot. Thinking about you knocked up by someone else. Don't worry about the pregnancy and taking care of the baby. I'll help you with everything. I'll marry you!"

Lois Lane's brow furrowed. "You'll marry me? But I...I won't be carrying your baby! Everyone will know! They'll think I'm some cheating whore!"

Superman's testicles tensed. A bead of pre-cum appeared on the tip of that perfect prick.

"I know," he said. "It'll be...so hot. Maybe later, I can introduce you to some of my other super-friends..."

Icon chuckled, deep in his chest.

"You see, Lois?" he said, as his finger slipped down to rub her wet slit. "It's perfect. You love Black cock, and he's got a fetish for being cuckolded. You're perfect for each other. All you need is a big brown baby in your belly."

"B-but, that was the mental programming!" Lois said. "I'm not...I'm not a slut for big black cocks!"

"Hypnosis," Icon said, as his free hand slid under her arm to grasp her breast. "Can't make you do something you don't want to do. The **** Luthor slipped you makes you suggestible. The mental programming gave you a nudge, but you are the one that did it. You could refuse my cock at any time. But do you really want to?"

Something hot and wet trickled down the crack of Lois Lane's ass. She began to pant as she watched Superman slowly stroke his cock to her, and Icon continued to grope her tit and rub her pussy.

His lips pressed against her ear.

"You do want that, don't you?

Lois Lane's heart hammered in her chest. A tumult of emotions ran through her. Superman's ardent stare. How hard he was for her. The strangeness of this situation, so different from how she had imagined it. The reality that she could get pregnant tonight. That she might already get pregnant, from the sperm in her pussy. Unless she left right now. Took a morning after pill. Then what would Superman think of her? Would he still marry her, if she didn't fuck Icon? Was it worth marrying him, and having a black baby, and have everyone know that she, Lois Lane, was a Black cock whore?

In the end, Lois Lane's heart could only tell her one thing.

"Yes," Lois said, as she brought her feet up to the edge of the bed. She stared Superman in the eyes as she levered her ass up, and Icon helped guide the tip of his prick to her nasty, jizz-filled pussy. She sank down on it with a rush, the suddenness of all that black meat crammed into her tight cunny almost painful in its intensity. Her body shivered with barely-suppressed need.

"I love Black cock," Lois said aloud, even though it felt like a betrayal and a confession all at once. "I...I want to get knocked up. I want to marry you. I want everyone to see my brown baby and know I'm a cheating whore who cuckolded her husband. And I want to do it again."

Lois shivered as her sexual imagination ran free. "I want you to lick my pussy as he spunks my cunt! I want to give birth to baby after baby, and none of them are yours! I want you to bring your friends from the Justice League home to run a train on me, and none of them use protection! I want to be your whore! I want...I want you..."

She stammered. Icon held her close. Superman slid off the chair, onto his knees. They began to rock in place, Icon and Lois, and then the Man of Steel's tongue slid up her labia, slurping all the jizz that coated Icon's big black cock. Icon brought his other hand up to cup Lois Lane's other tit. He squeezed them, just hard enough to make her gasp.

"See?" Icon said. "You're made for each other. You each want to be degraded. Perhaps you can farm him out to the women of the Justice League. Think how hot it would be, to see Wonder Woman knocked up with his child, while you're carrying mine?"

The reporter's moan of abject lust seemed to come from the depths of her soul...and whatever final mental barrier, whatever vestige of shame that kept her from leaning into her new life vanished as Superman's lips found her clit, and Icon's cock began to pump up and down inside of her.

One night out can change a life...and the course of future history. A new set of probable future slotted into place, with Superman and Lois Lane as patriarch and matriarch of a growing clan of superpowered children, legitimate and illegitimate. True to each other's hearts, yet forever breeding with someone else. The Cuckquean and Cuckold of a new superheroic age...but that is another story.