End: Lois Lane Cannot Get Away

Glowing bright, body burning, Lois left glowing hand-and-foot prints in the asphalt as she crawled away from the enraged dickgirl that Supergirl had become. The Pink Kryptonite Woman could still feel the cum inside of her pussy, body absorbing it. She needed distance from the lust-maddened Kryptonian, needed to get away, figure out what was happening...

Which is when a red-and-blue flash fell from the sky, to land right in front of her. Not a bird or a plane, but a familiar tall-broad-chested figure. The pink flow from her own skin cast an eerie glow on his S-shield...and Loisgroaned as she saw the pink links begin to form on his exposed skin, the swell within his red shorts.

Superman, in a very uncharacteristic gesture, pulled out his cock.

"Oh, no..." she managed, began to back up...and felt supergirl's hands clamp down on her hips, the rigid solid rod of her dick rubbing up against the radioactive reporter's ass.

"Oh, yes," Supergirl said.

"Oh, Lois," Superman's hands clamped onto the radioactive reporter's jaw.

The mightiest cock on Earth pressed against her lips. Its cousin slid in between Lois Lane's cunt lips. For a moment, Lois tried to fight it. Kept her lips closed, squeezed her pussy. The reporter could almost feel the cameras on her. Watching the naked, glowing woman about to get spit-roasted by Superman and Supergirl. Then the reality sank in on her. Lois had already been seen getting reamed out by Supergirl.

Why fight it? Haven't you wanted to get in Superman's pants for years, Lane? Lois thought to herself. Why not just seize the moment?

So she did.

Her lips parted. She let her tongue slide out, under the bottom of Superman's glans. Closed her eyes to focus on the hot, hard rod in her mouth. Remembering every lonely night that she had dreamed of sucking this dick...and behind her, Supergirl plowed ahead.

There were worse ways to end a night.

Lex Luthor scowled at the monitor.

"This is not how I hoped this experiment to end. Pink Kryptonite radiation levels?"

"Falling," Mercy Graves said. "It should fall below levels that can affect Kryptonians in a couple of hours as her body fights the initial infection and the DNA graft ceases functioning. Of course, we can't rule out a potential flare-up..."

Luthor sighed. "Clear the site. I want no evidence left of our involvement." His eyes never left the monitor. "And I want recordings of all of this...for the archives."

Mercy Graves carefully didn't smirk. "Yes, sir."