End: About Half Of Metropolis

She never knew who was first. Barely felt him enter her, because her cunt was so hot, her attention so taken up with the Kryptonian python embedded in her throat. Scarcely registered the quick slam of hips, the spurt of jizz, so pitifully small and weak compared to what dribbled from the lust-crazed Supergirl's cock.

Yet she knew that it was only the first.

As soon as he had fallen away, his pathetic jizz still inside her burning radioactive cunt, another took his place...and another...and another. It seemed to go on forever. The Pink Kryptonite Woman clawed at the ground, her body glowing and the tar softening. Supergirl fucked Lois Lane's throat with a single-minded frenzy...and Lois Lane let her.

Something had shifted inside of her, as the massed men of Metropolis formed a line, each ready to take their turn at her glowing cunny. Some of them left with burns for their trouble, but each one never failed to deposit their seed...until the glow of pink kryptonite radiation burned through a glass of liquid and half-dried jizz.

There were not to many hours before dawn. Yet by the time the skies lightened, and the police had cordoned off the area...by the time the Justice League had been called, and pried Supergirl out of Lois Lane's throat by ****...by the time Lois sank down into the crater in the street, ass in the air, radioactive quim still on display...it dripped with the jizz of hundreds of men.

Her cunt was on fire. Her body shook, weak from the ordeal. Only the superhuman durability granted by her transformation had saved her pussy from ripping, had burnt away the sexually-transmitted diseases that might have infected her. Yet she could still remember how it felt, to be penetrated over and over...to feel the jizz run down her quivering legs. To feel so powerless, and so hot, to feel the ache as unfamiliar cocks breached her canal again and again, driven by lust...madness...her wanton availability...

Someone threw a cloak around her, finally. Not that it mattered. Everyone had seen the light that shone from her ravaged cunt. It felt like half of Metropolis had deposited their loads inside of her...

...yet Lois Lane had to admit she felt utterly unsatisfied. It hadn't been making love. She hadn't cum. The Pink Kryptonite Woman had been no more than a glowing fuckhole. Free to use for the whole community...and they had treated her as such.

Lois Lane's night had ended at Star Labs, in a specially prepared cell. There were tests, pokings and proddings. The doctors had worn full-body radiation suits, but Lois had looked in their eyes and could see reflected there that most inexpressible of expressions, the ones porn stars knew so well: I've seen you fuck.

She could have died of shame right then...and instead her hands had gone between her legs. That unnatural heat was there. Her fingers pressed into the sloppy mess that her cunt had become. The other hand rubbed at her clit. She knew they were recording this for science and she didn't care, she didn't care, she....

"Superman!" she cried out, **** for someone to save her.

Or to see what her pink kryptonite radiation would do to the Man of Steel. To see if he still wanted to fuck her after she had been so utterly passed around as the Metropolis bicycle. Used goods. Soiled. A dirty, filthy slut.

Near dawn, the door opened. She looked up from her endless masturbation, violet eyes vivid against the glowing pink of her face...and she saw him close the door behind him. Lay his cape on a chair. The tell-tale pink lines of kryptonite radiation poisoning already visible beneath his skin...she rolled over, legs spread, to bare her cunt to him...the cunt still sloppy with the splooge of Metropolis...and she would never forget his words as he dropped to his knees, almost in worship, before her. Before he drank from her filth-encrusted chalice.

"I don't care how many men have fucked you before."

As his tongue slipped inside of her, Lois Lane brought her finger up to bite down and stifle the scream for the first orgasm of the night...and perhaps there were other paths she might have taken on her night out, other choices she could have made, better outcomes to be had...but right then and there, she wanted to be nowhere else.