End: Lois Lane & Batgirl Makeout While Nightwing Watches

They ended up back in Lois Lane's apartment. The tequila came out. The masks stayed on. Everything else...

Batgirl was a natural redhead. The heroine had the body of an athlete, a beautifully defined six-pack, and generous breasts that would have been enormous if she had any body fat at all. Lois Lane sucked on one nipple, hard enough to lift the tit away from the heroine's torso, even as the reporter's fingers slid in and out of those pink, puffy labia.

Compared to that lean, athletic, hard body, Lois Lane felt positively fleshy. Not that Batgirl seemed to mind at all. Her callused fingers explored every inch of the raven-haired reporter. The soft, modest buttocks. The smooth skin and small, half-tear-drop-shaped breasts. The rounded shoulders and the soft, flat stomach. The Caped Crusader ran her fingers through the carefully trimmed black pubic hair, and spread Lois Lane's lower lips to show off the juicy pink insides to her partner.

Nightwing hung back, off the bed. Naked, he had a body that would put the statues of ancient Greece to shame. Not that he was a body builder, but he had the broad shoulders and trim waist of a trapeze artist; the long limbs boasted lean, wiry muscles that spoke of incredible strength. There was nothing wasted on him, not a trace of fat...and maybe that's why his cock looked so big in proportion to the rest of him. It was only seven inches long hard, the knob one of those mushroom tips so much larger and thicker than the shaft, but on his thin frame it looked like a real pussy plunger.

Lois let the tit drop out of her mouth. Her lips sought, and found, Batgirl's. The reporter knew she owed the heroine for saving her ass tonight. It wasn't just liquid courage or the lingering effects of Ivy's pollen that set a fire between the reporter's legs. Lois knew that she needed to repay the favor.

After their tongues parted, Lois shot Nightwing a glance. The naked hero grinned, cock utterly rigid, and his hand massaged it in long, slow strokes that made his balls jump.

"Is he going to join us?" Lois asked.

"Do you want him to?" Batgirl whispered back. Her fingers spread the reporter's cunny wide, as if offering it to Nightwing. "Because I have to warn you...we're out of condoms. He'd have to take you raw. Unprotected."

Lois Lane swallowed. Grinned. Her heart hammered in her chest.

"I'm on the pill," Lois Lane lied smoothly. "It's a safe day for me."

Batgirl grinned back wickedly.

"You're not. And it isn't. But I love the enthusiasm." The redhead said.

One hand pushed the reporter's head down. The reporter let herself be guided to Batgirl's cunt. Lois waggled her ass in the air, sure she would be taken at any moment.

She was right about that...but not in the way she thought.

Batgirl slid her legs under the reporter's arms, and crossed her ankles behind Lois Lane's back. Her hands held the raven-haired reporter's face in place on her pussy, the eager tongue busy with the red-furred slit. So Lois could do little as callused hands spread her cheeks...and a warm, wet dribble of lube ran down over her asshole.

The head of Nightwing's cock felt huge. Much bigger than Lois Lane's finger. Bigger than anything she'd slid up inside her ass. The reporter moaned into Batgirl's muff as the Caped Crusader slowly slid split her ass on his seven-inch schlong.

"Don't worry. You won't get pregnant," Batgirl said, as her fingers massaged the reporter's scalp. "But if you like it, we can make this a regular date night..."

Lois Lane's eyes rolled up into her head. Nothing in her experience would have prepared her for the direction her night out had gone—but she knew there were far worse ways to end the night than the meat in a Caped Crusader sandwich.

Even if Nightwing was a bit of a pain in the ass.