A Kryptonian Kuntbusting

Lois Lane had often envisaged sex with Superman. It had been an erotic fantasy that haunted her since the first time they had met. She couldn't help but imagine herself wrapped in those strong arms, feeling that steel mountain-lifting prick between her legs... And in all of her fantasies he was a gentle and compassionate lover, strong as a locomative but never rough, not unless that was what she wanted.

Supergirl railed her cunt like a horny teenager on meth. The reporter held onto the headboard for dear life as the Last Woman of Krypton pinned her legs back and pistoned the dildo in and out of the reporter with rabid eagerness. The blonde's hips were a blur, and Lois couldn't even feel the individual strokes, only the burning pulse as the cock slammed in and out of her puss, all meager attempts at resistance utterly useless against the onslaught. It was like being fucked by a hurricane, a **** of nature...

...except hurricanes didn't talk dirty.

"You like that you beautiful bitch? Filthy fuckslut, sexting me pictures of your perfect pussy when I'm out on patrol. I'll bet you fuck yourself to sleep at night with this, dreaming of me reaming out your sloppy sluthole! I'm going to fuck you like everyone thinks I fuck Batgirl...leave you unable to fucking walk when I'm done!"

The reporter had seen women strapped into those motorized sex machines before. Their holes at the mercy of the constant mechanical pounding, bodies unable to do anything but quiver and strain against their bonds as their orifices were mercilessly abused. Reduced, after a long and sometimes painful period, to limp climaxing human puppets, overwhelmed by their orgasms, all resistance worn down.

She knew how they felt.

Her hips ached, creaking, on the very of breaking as the blonde jackhammered the silicone shaft into her slick slit. Calves and thighs screamed at the unnatural position, spine shrieking, body folded almost in two. Normally such a position would be ****, normally such a pounding wouldn't be pleasurable at all, the constant driving dick no more erotic than any other mechanical motion.

Except Lois Lane couldn't stop the orgasm building inside her body. The terrible thrusts seemed to focus all those vibrations on her clit, her pussy was on fire, a burning heat that made her shiver and squirm beneath Supergirl's steel grasp. As an adult, Lois knew she did not orgasm often, and rarely with a partner, but now...

She screamed and bucked and howled as the biggest orgasm of her life rocked through her, pussy squirting over the Kryptonian's red skirt, cunt spasming and clutching vainly at the pistoning pseudopenis plunging in and out of her channel. And Kara Zor-El, the Supergirl laughed and laughed to see Lois squeal and squirm beneath her.

"Did you cum? Did you cum, Lois? Good! Because I'm going to keep making you cum until I cum! I'm going to break your pussy until no-one else can satisfy you! You're going to be my personal fucktoy, whore, slutwife, my first bootycall in the morning and the last bitch I bang at night. Fuck I wish I could make you pregnant..."

Lois was only barely listening, heart thundering in her chest, pussy still spasming as Supergirl fucked her right through her first orgasm and into her second...and the reporter wondered, really wondered, if she would survive until Supergirl came. If her pussy would last long enough to satisfy the Woman of Steel.