End: Lois & Batgirl Escape Together

"Fight it Lois!" Batgirl grunted as the reporter's cock slammed home. "You've got to oof fight it!"

Lois Lane drove her dick forward, the bat-pussy spreading before her, wet and slick. Every thrust was to the hilt, her stiff prick sliding deep into the warm, waiting channel, and despite herself, Batgirl couldn't stop from moaning and panting. It had been a long time for her too.

"B-batgirl..." The reporter mumbled. "Pussy is so tight."

"Lois...if you can hear me...the lock picks are in the waistband of my pants. You don't have to stop fucking me just...can you reach them?"

The redhead tried to wiggle her ass, the better to meet the dickgirl's cock as it slipped deep inside of her. She hoped there was enough left of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter to do what she asked. If Lex Luthor's brainwashing had sunk its hooks in too deep, they were both fucked...and not in a good way.

"Keep-keep fucking me," Batgirl moaned. In truth, it had been a really long time, and while Lois wasn't getting any points for style, the hardness and eagerness was actually a turn on, and the cock seemed to fill her out perfectly. "J-just get...the picks..."

The pace of Lois Lane's fucking didn't slacken. Batgirl felt the thrusts move through her entire body. She had never been on the receiving end of a fuck like this, not even with...

Lois grunted and pushed in hard, laying her body out over the Batgirl's own. A hand fell over the plastic stock. She felt something tap against her fingers, shifted and grabbed...it was the picks! The reporter was panting, her mouth close to the cowled woman's ear, whispering.

"I...I'm sorry. I just came in you."

"It's okay," Batgirl said, hands working the tools. A latch flipped. "I think I needed that."

"What do you mean they're gone? Where are they? Find them!" Lex Luthor roared to the technicians in the control room. The four lab rats sitting in front of their monitors looked at each other, immediately cowed by the bald scientist's furious outburst.

"Uh, sir?" The most courageous of them hedged. A young woman, Jenny Dunlap, one of the recent hires from Metropolis University.

"What is it?" He stared levelly at the figure in the white lab coat.

"I found them." She pointed behind Lex—and Luthor turned just in time to catch a glimpse of Lois and Batgirl's fists closing in on his face.

He hit the floor with a wet slump.

"That left of yours is a thing of beauty," Batgirl told the reporter as the Metropolis Police Department loaded Lex Luthor into a squad car.

"Thank you," Lois wrung her hand. "You're quite beautiful as well."

She blushed, cringed and opened her mouth to say something else...but Batgirl put a finger to the reporter's lips.

"I know what you mean. And it wasn't you're fault Lois. I enjoyed it too." The Caped Crusader gave a naughty smile. "Maybe sometime we could even...try it again."

Lois resisted the urge to wrap her lips around that finger. "I'd like that. But we don't know if the...if my penis is permanent. Or how long Luthor's brainwashing will hold."

"Oh, I'm sure it'll last a while with the proper...reinforcement," Batgirl laid a hand on Lois Lane's breast, and the reporter wondered if the heroine could feel the heart hammering through her gloves. "I kind of liked that side of you, Lois. You should let it out more."

They did kiss then. Lois leaning down, Batgirl leaning up—so easy to forget that little heigh difference between them. The reporter's hands automatically swept down over the suit, to curl and grab that tight little ass, lifting Batgirl onto her toes.

Lois Lane could still taste her lips as the Caped Crusader fled off into the night...toward Gotham and the other criminals that needed to be brought to justice. It was the end of a long night...but it felt like the beginning of something else.